Chapter 21 Small Noodle House
"You...I..." Jiang Jinyue's lips trembled. She was speechless after hearing what the little boy said and didn't know how to refute.
Jiang Jinyue was so nervous that he wanted to eat the other lollipop. Just as he was about to peel off the candy wrapper, Lu Qingmian took the candy from his hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
"The noodles are almost done. Don't eat too much sugar."
The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stretched out his little hand towards Jiang Jinyue, "Big brother with a strong sexual desire, if you don't want to eat it, just give me the candy!"
Jiang Jinyue's nerves were touched. Protecting his pocket with one hand, he turned sideways and finally began to refute the little boy:
"W-What do you mean by strong sexual desire? How old are you? What do you know? Don't look at random things on the Internet! If you do, I'll tell your parents! And I don't have a partner! Don't say that!"
"No one? Aren't you two dating?" the little boy asked suspiciously.
Jiang Jinyue's voice trembled: "How could it be possible for the two of us!"
The little boy curled his lips indifferently. Compared to Jiang Jinyue's flushed cheeks, he looked more like an adult. He waved his hand to signal Jiang Jinyue to calm down, and his childish voice was lowered to imitate an adult's. He said, "My grandfather said that the more you rush to refute something, the more you admit it..."
Jiang Jinyue's hair stood on end when the little boy looked at her. She huddled in the corner and said, "What are you admitting..."
The little boy chuckled, half of his body lying on the table, his bright black eyes darting between Jiang Jinyue and Lu Qingmian. "And my intuition tells me that even if you two aren't in a relationship, you're still..."
Lu Qingmian acted very calm from beginning to end, as if he never took the little boy's joke seriously.
He stood up and took a bottle of peanut milk and a bottle of orange juice from the side, and considerately inserted two straws into each bottle so that Jiang Jinyue could drink both flavors.
The little boy grinned so hard that his teeth were showing and said mischievously, "Are you my fuck buddy?"
"Bang!" Lu Qingmian placed the freshly opened bottle of peanut milk heavily on the table, causing a lot of milky white peanut milk to splash out, with a few drops hanging on the back of Lu Qingmian's hand.
"Little boy Tang Zebin, are you looking for a beating?" Lu Qingmian took out a tissue and wiped his hands slowly, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
The red on Jiang Jinyue's face spread to his neck, and even the skin under his slightly open collar was dyed red. Not only was his skin red, Jiang Jinyue felt like his head was burning.
The little boy who was called shrank back and finally stopped lying on the table arrogantly, but his little mouth continued to chatter, "Don't think that I don't know anything just because I'm an elementary school student. Let me tell you, we know everything. I can tell from your eyes..."
"Know what?" Lu Qingmian narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming dangerous.
Tang Zebin noticed it, but he was too talkative to say anything. He moved his butt to the side, making a pose ready to escape at any time, pouting and clicking his tongue twice, and said in a strange voice: "I know you want to fuck him! That kind of fuck! Fuck him on the bed!"
"Heh." Lu Qingmian suddenly chuckled, his handsome eyebrows relaxed, as if bathed in the spring breeze.
Tang Zebin thought that Lu Qingmian had been caught on the spot by what he said, and he felt embarrassed. A smug look returned to his face, and he lay back on the table. The next moment, a scream like a pig being slaughtered resounded throughout the small noodle shop.
"Ah - Grandpa, help me -"
Lu Qingmian reached out and mercilessly pinched the little boy's fat face, pulling it out long.
The white-haired old man who was busy cooking noodles peeked over, then retracted his head when he saw it was Lu Qingmian. A slow, old voice came out: "Xiaobin, you've caused trouble again, haven't you?"
Tang Zebin's face was swollen from being pinched, and he stopped talking nonsense. He sat crying opposite Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue, sobbing and glaring at them accusingly.
The noodles were finally cooked. Lu Qingmian went to bring over two bowls of noodles and placed a bottle of drink in front of Tang Zebin. "That's enough, stop howling."
Little Tang Zebin's mood came and went quickly. He was immediately bribed by a bottle of drink and started drinking the drink with a swollen cheek. He did not forget to fulfill his promise and secretly went to the kitchen to scoop a spoonful of minced meat for Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue to pour on the noodles.
Although they said it was done secretly, the white-haired old man knew it very well and just indulged them in playing around.
Lu Qingmian handed the chopsticks to Jiang Jinyue, but Jiang Jinyue was reluctant to take them.
His eyes were wandering and his cheeks were flushed, and he was obviously distracted.
Lu Qingmian supported his chin and tilted his head to look at Jiang Jinyue. After watching for nearly a minute, Jiang Jinyue still looked dizzy.
The bowl of noodles on the table was steaming, and soon a layer of fog covered Jiang Jinyue's glasses.
Lu Qingmian slowly moved closer to Jiang Jinyue's ear, his breath brushing against Jiang Jinyue's ear. He spoke in a voice that only Jiang Jinyue could hear:
"Jiang Jinyue, you wouldn't believe this brat's nonsense, would you?"
Jiang Jinyue suddenly woke up, straightened his back, and sat even straighter than Tang Zebin, a pure elementary school student.
Lu Qingmian tilted his head, resting his hand on the back of Jiang Jinyue's chair, his voice becoming softer and softer: "You think... I want to fuck you."
Jiang Jinyue's heartbeat was off the charts. He turned his head away, his red ears faintly visible among his hair. He could clearly feel the wings that had disappeared from his back stirring, as if they would break through his shoulder blades and grow out in the next second.
He lowered his eyes in panic, and the foggy glasses prevented him from seeing Lu Qingmian's face, but he could clearly feel Lu Qingmian's gaze without even seeing.
Jiang Jinyue scratched his back, afraid that wings would grow out. He pulled his glasses down a little, and looked at Lu Qingmian pitifully with his beautiful eyes. Lu Qingmian was obviously the culprit that caused all this to happen, but Jiang Jinyue subconsciously went to Lu Qingmian for help.
"Lu Qingmian... wings..." The word "wings" was vaguely murmured between his lips and teeth. Lu Qingmian was close enough to hear it clearly.
Lu Qingmian had some vague guesses about the opportunity for Jiang Jinyue to grow wings, but this time and place was definitely not the right occasion to verify his guess.
Lu Qingmian stepped back, let Jiang Jinyue go, and handed the chopsticks to him again.
Jiang Jinyue took the chopsticks, breathed slowly, calmed his heartbeat, and the glasses on his face were suddenly taken away by Lu Qingmian.
Lu Qingmian carefully wiped the fog off his glasses with a tissue and said, "Turn around."
Jiang Jinyue held the chopsticks and turned his head obediently before his consciousness. Lu Qingmian gently put the cleaned glasses back on his face.
“Crack, crack—”
A series of shutter sounds were heard, and Jiang Jinyue turned his head suddenly, and saw that Tang Zebin had taken out a mobile phone from his clothes at some point and was taking pictures of him and Lu Qingmian.
The cell phone was tied with a lanyard and hung around Tang Zebin's neck. He must have put it in his clothes before.
Tang Zebin, who had his face pinched, learned his lesson. After taking the photo, he said nothing, but just smiled at Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue with his childish face of an elementary school student.
Jiang Jinyue lowered his head to eat noodles and didn't dare to ask anything.
Little boy Tang Zebin put his cell phone on the table and pushed it over. While sipping his drink, he showed off the photos he took to Jiang Jinyue.
"Brother Lu has seen my photography skills, new brother, would you like to take a look?"
Jiang Jinyue looked over curiously, and saw that in the photo, he and Lu Qingmian were very close, with Lu Qingmian's face almost buried in his neck, his thin lips exposed with a wicked smile, his nose profile high and three-dimensional, his jeans open, and his protruding Adam's apple looked particularly sexy against his fair skin. He was a wonderful blend of youthfulness and maturity, and he was so handsome that people could never forget him in just a photo of his profile.
As for himself, Jiang Jinyue had no interest in watching.
Unlike Jiang Jinyue, Lu Qingmian ate his noodles slowly while staring at Jiang Jinyue in the photo.
That gaze was like a hook, depicting Jiang Jinyue from beginning to end.
Little Tang Zebin's desire to show off was strong, and he was obviously not satisfied with just showing off this one photo. His chubby little hand slid across the screen of his mobile phone, and he began to show Jiang Jinyue the photos he had taken before, one by one.
Although Jiang Jinyue knew nothing about photography, based on what he had seen so far, he had to say that Tang Zebin was very good at taking pictures. He had a particularly good grasp of composition and light and shadow. He could even photograph simple wild flowers by the wall in a very artistic way.
Jiang Jinyue gradually became fascinated. While listening to Tang Zebin's endless introduction, he bit the straw and drank peanut juice. The plastic straw was flattened by him.
After taking a few sips of peanut milk, Jiang Jinyue took a few sips of orange juice. All the straws in the two drink bottles that belonged to him became flat.
Seeing this, Lu Qingmian's eyes flickered.
Little Tang Zebin was busy introducing his own photos and didn't notice Jiang Jinyue biting the straw, and Jiang Jinyue himself didn't notice it either.
Soon, after flipping through most of the photos in the phone, I came across a portrait.
This is the first time that a portrait has appeared on Tang Zebin's mobile phone, in addition to flowers, plants and small animals.
The photo shows a woman wearing mud-stained and dirty work clothes and an apron tied around her waist. She is waving at the camera with a gentle yet somewhat strange smile.
Tang Zebin paused for a moment in his rambling explanation, then immediately continued, boasting, "How about it? Pretty, right? This is my mom!"
Putting aside the weird smile and tiredness on her face, the woman's features were indeed beautiful.
Jiang Jinyue nodded: "Is this your mother? She is very beautiful."
Tang Zebin leaned over the table, his face almost pressed against the phone, and his voice trailed off: "Yeah, I think so too. My mother is the most beautiful mother in the world."
After saying that, Tang Zebin put his phone back into his clothes, jumped off the chair holding the drink bottle, ran into the kitchen, and stopped playing with them.
Jiang Jinyue just thought that the child was tired, so he lowered his head to eat noodles and took a sip of the tasty soup. As the hot soup entered his mouth, something flashed through his mind. Jiang Jinyue swallowed the hot soup and frowned tightly.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Lu Qingmian beside him.
Lu Qingmian seemed to have guessed that he would have such a reaction. He put his finger between his lips, signaling Jiang Jinyue not to ask any more questions.
Jiang Jinyue nodded and started eating noodles again, but this time his movements seemed much slower and heavier.
He finally realized why the woman in the photo had such a strange smile. Although she was smiling, her eyes were filled with tears. High above her head was a steel bar that was about to fall to the ground. The ropes binding it had fallen off, and it had obviously fallen accidentally.
The woman in the photo is probably dead.
Tang Zebin filmed the last moment of his mother's death, and it seems that he witnessed his mother's death with his own eyes.
It was clearly someone else's business, and it was clearly just a little kid he met for the first time, a stranger, but Jiang Jinyue's heart tightened, his eyes burned, and tears welled up in his eyes, about to burst out.
He used the small action of wiping his mouth with a tissue to quietly put the tissue under the frame of his glasses and wipe his eyes.
Lu Qingmian saw it all but said nothing.
At this time, the man who had been sitting aside eating noodles long before they arrived finally stood up. As he stood up, he grabbed all the garlic cloves in the small basket beside the table into his pocket. He stopped only when his pocket was bulging and could no longer hold any more. He turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"A big bowl of beef noodles plus a serving of cold dishes, a total of 15, right? I'm an old customer, so I'll round it down to a smaller amount this time, so 10 yuan, right?" The man said as he threw ten yuan on a table closest to the kitchen.
The white-haired old man kneading dough in the kitchen said nothing and didn't even look up.
Tang Zebin, who had just gone into the kitchen and had not come out, suddenly rushed out like a small cannonball, hit the man's stomach with his head, reached out to search the man's pocket, took out all the garlic cloves in the man's pocket, and dropped them all to the ground with a crackling sound.
"Shameless! Shameless! Every time you come here to eat something that costs 15 yuan, you only give 10 yuan. How can you round off the change like this? Give me money! Give me money! You are not allowed to come to my house to eat noodles in the future. You are not welcome in my house!" Tang Zebin has the body shape of a normal child and is not fat. The bullet that knocked the man off balance just now was just a surprise attack.
The man quickly reacted. He grabbed Tang Zebin by the collar, looking extremely unpleasant. He looked at the white-haired old man in the kitchen and said coldly, "Boss Tang, is this how you run your business? You get so upset over something as simple as rounding off a number?"
The white-haired old man slammed the noodles in his hand onto the panel, took a few deep breaths, and finally said, "Tang Zebin! Apologize to the customers!"
Tang Zebin was so aggrieved that his black eyes widened and his short legs kicked in the air as he yelled, "I won't apologize. I'm not wrong! I don't want an apology!"
The man was not paying attention when Tang Zebin kicked him and left several footprints on his clothes. He was so angry that he yelled, "Naughty boy, your parents never taught you a lesson, did they? You are not honest at all. You will be laughed at when you go out. Today, I will teach you a lesson on your parents' behalf!"
Some words in this sentence touched Tang Zebin's sore spot, and his short legs struggled even harder, scratching around with his little hands, even tearing the man's coat.
"I don't want to be an honest child. Honest children are bullied when they are young, and they are bullied when they grow up. I want to be a bad child! I don't need you to teach me! I tell you, my dad is a water ghost! A water ghost! Just wait for my dad to come find you at night!"
Jiang Jinyue couldn't sit still any longer, and it was Lu Qingmian who held him down.
Lu Qingmian was holding his slim silver-white cell phone and recording the man.
The man quickly noticed and immediately let go of her hand. He walked over with a frown on his face. Lu Qingmian said calmly, "Go on. Come closer so you can take a clearer picture."
The man immediately stood still and covered his face with his hands.
In 2013, with the rise of smartphones, the Internet developed rapidly and incidents of cyber violence became more and more frequent.
The man was obviously aware of this. He raised his hand and pointed at Lu Qingmian hatefully, but did not dare to say anything.
Lu Qingmian waved at Tang Zebin, "I'll send you the video. Save it. If this idiot comes to cause trouble again, you can post it online."
Tang Zebin stiffened his neck, but didn't cry. He walked solemnly to Lu Qingmian step by step and nodded vigorously, "Brother Lu, I understand!"
Seeing this, the man turned around and wanted to leave in shame.
Tang Zebin yelled, "Hey! Pay me back the money you underpaid me!"
The man turned around and glared at Tang Zebin, took out a handful of change from his pocket, threw it on the ground, turned around and ran away.
Tang Zebin didn't care that the money was thrown on the ground and immediately ran over to pick it up.
The white-haired old man slowly walked out from the back kitchen, his expression still heavy. He looked at the little figure squatting on the ground picking up the money and sighed heavily, "Xiao Bin..."
Tang Zebin's small figure paused, stuffed the money he picked up into the white-haired old man's hand, turned around and ran out. It was obvious that he was still angry with the old man, angry that the old man did not stand on his side, and angry that the old man asked him to apologize to the bad guys.
Adults are always like this, always trying to make big things small and small things nothing, always trying to be patient for a while to keep things calm.
The way back after eating the noodles was a bit boring.
Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue walked in the alley one after the other, and no one spoke for a while.
Until Lu Qingmian suddenly stopped and reached out his hand to Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue was slightly startled and looked up at Lu Qingmian's face.
Lu Qingmian's expression didn't change much, he was as cold as ever, but the hand he extended was held steadily in the air, waiting for Jiang Jinyue to place his hand on it.
The alley was surrounded by high walls on both sides, blocking most of the sunlight. H City had just experienced a heavy rain, and the corners of the walls were still damp and covered with moss.
A light breeze blew by, and a faint scent of grass could be smelled.
Lu Qingmian stood in the middle of the alley. After extending his hand to Jiang Jinyue, he naturally moved to the side, leaving space for Jiang Jinyue to walk to his side.
Jiang Jinyue lowered his head and saw his hesitant toes.
After a moment, he took a step forward and almost ran to Lu Qingmian's side. He put his hand on her and Lu Qingmian held it tightly.
The narrow alley seemed a bit crowded after the two people walked side by side. They walked side by side and their shoulders were about to touch at any time.
Jiang Jinyue turned his head to look at Lu Qingmian, but he was not afraid.
Even if he accidentally bumped into her, with Lu Qingmian there, he wouldn't get lost in the illusion.
This was the first time Jiang Jinyue felt such confidence.
The depressing atmosphere quietly disappeared, and from some point on, Jiang Jinyue began to chatter with Lu Qingmian.
"Lu Qingmian, did you see the white paper taped to the door of the noodle shop? The one recruiting hourly workers."
"I see." Lu Qingmian said.
"I want to give it a try. I've just observed that the back kitchen of a small noodle shop is separated from the front kitchen. All you need to do is knead the dough. Machines are used for pressing and cutting the noodles. The soup is cooked in advance, and it doesn't need to be sent out after it's done. Customers can get it themselves, so you don't have to worry about bumping into other customers." After Jiang Jinyue finished speaking, he looked at Lu Qingmian carefully, wanting to hear Lu Qingmian's opinion.
"You can give it a try. Noodle shops are always less crowded than places like KFC." Lu Qingmian did not discourage Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue shook his arms happily, and Lu Qingmian, who was holding hands with Jiang Jinyue, was also shaken.
"Doctor Lu," Jiang Jinyue leaned closer to Lu Qingmian. Every time he called him Doctor Lu, it was always to ask something of Lu Qingmian. "Then can you tell me about the small noodle shop? For example...about Tang Zebin's mom and dad."
Lu Qingmian lowered his eyes and looked at him: "How can you be sure that I know about their family affairs?"
Jiang Jinyue tiptoed close to Lu Qingmian's ear, and his hair brushed against Lu Qingmian's cheek. He flattered him in a very clever way.
"Because Dr. Lu knows everything!"
Lu Qingmian tilted his head to avoid the hot air blowing on his ears, and frowned slightly, "Talk nicely, don't get so close."
"Okay," Jiang Jinyue stood up and looked up at Lu Qingmian expectantly, "I'm standing here!"
Lu Qingmian said slowly: "You have seen the photo of Tang Zebin's mother. You guessed correctly, his mother has died because of an accident at the construction site."
Lu Qingmian's voice was very cold, like a glass of chilled red wine in the summer, refreshing yet mellow.
Jiang Jinyue listened to Lu Qingmian's story, but her heart sank little by little.
Tang Zebin's family was even more miserable than Jiang Jinyue had imagined. Last year, Tang Zebin's parents died one after another at the construction site.
Tang Zebin's father is a worker who is responsible for underwater work at the construction site. He is commonly known as the construction site water ghost. It is not accurate to say that he works underwater. Most of the time he needs to carry an oxygen tank and go down to the mud more than ten to twenty meters deep to work. The salary for each trip is not cheap, and he will be paid 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. But every time he works, he must be determined not to come up. If he cannot come up, he can only pay compensation to his family, compensation paid for with his life.
Last year, Tang Zebin's father died in the mud during a job. Because he was honest and kind, someone tampered with his contract when he signed it, and in the end he didn't even get the compensation back.
After Tang Zebin's father passed away, Tang Zebin's mother has been in poor mental health. His mother was responsible for cooking at the construction site. It was not a dangerous job, but one day a steel bar fell from the overhead structure and hit Tang Zebin's mother.
At that time, little Tang Zebin had just finished school and ran to the construction site to find his mother. When he saw his mother waving and smiling at him, he subconsciously took out his mobile phone to take a picture.
The photo taken was the one Jiang Jinyue saw.
"Something's not right..." Jiang Jinyue recalled the details in the photo.
Lu Qingmian stopped. The wind in the alley was cool. Jiang Jinyue couldn't help but get closer to Lu Qingmian. Although they couldn't touch each other, if they got closer, the wind wouldn't pass between the two of them.
"When the steel bars fell, we discovered it early, and people around were already shouting and getting out of the way." Lu Qingmian explained to Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue suddenly remembered that in the photo, Tang Zebin's mother was waving at Tang Zebin with one hand and holding a safety helmet in the other.
He felt cold all over and said in disbelief, "His mother... took off her helmet herself..."
"She could have avoided it." Lu Qingmian said.
Jiang Jinyue was shivering with cold from the bottom of her heart. "Her mother wanted to die on her own initiative. She was even afraid that she couldn't die, so she deliberately took off her helmet. She has wanted to die since Tang Zebin's father passed away..."
In the photo, although Tang Zebin's mother was smiling, her eyes were filled with tears. Hidden beneath the tears were guilt. No wonder the photo looked so weird.
"Why in front of a child...won't she regret it?" Jiang Jinyue couldn't understand.
Judging from the distance from which Tang Zebin took the photo, little Tang Zebin must have seen with his own eyes how the steel bars smashed his mother to pieces.
Lu Qingmian twitched the corner of his lip sarcastically: "How can a dead person regret?"
Jiang Jinyue asked again: "Why does Tang Zebin's father do such a dangerous job? Even if it's an ordinary job, it's enough to support the family..."
Lu Qingmian didn't answer this question, but just asked Jiang Jinyue: "Are you still going to work part-time at the noodle shop?"
Jiang Jinyue was silent for a long time, and finally nodded vigorously: "I want to go!"
Lu Qingmian said nothing more.
The two returned to the Rhine Community. Lu Qingmian did not go to 1203, but returned to his own home.
Jiang Jinyue went home alone. Before he reached the door of 1203, he saw a big plastic bag next to the door. The bag was full.
As he got closer, Jiang Jinyue saw that the bag was filled with snacks, with a note on top that read:
Here are some snacks for you. The following is my phone number and WeChat ID. Please add me.
The signature is Chen Keai.
Chen Keai should have come to look for Jiang Jinyue, but found that Jiang Jinyue was not at home, so she put the things at the door.
Looking at the big bag full of snacks, Jiang Jinyue's heart, which had turned cold because of Tang Zebin's family, gradually warmed up.
He carried the bag into the house and successfully added Chen Keai on WeChat.
Chen Keai was very lively on WeChat and chatted casually with Jiang Jinyue for a few sentences, but the amount of swearing was a bit excessive, and almost every sentence was about things like "idiots" in H University's forum.
Jiang Jinyue thought of the posts insulting Chen Ke'ai and asked, "Are those people still discussing you? Why would you hurt someone you don't even know?"
Chen Keai's voice showed that he was typing. He seemed to want to tell Jiang Jinyue about the dangers of society and the lack of bottom line of idiots, but in the end he just sent one sentence: Because there is no empathy in this world. For them, losing a hair of their own is more painful than losing someone else's entire family.
After finishing the chat with Chen Keai, Jiang Jinyue's mood became worse. He went to H University's forum and found that Chen Keai had been arguing with those people, but he was obviously no match for a group of people.
Putting down his phone, Jiang Jinyue began to tidy up the room. He was looking for something to distract himself so that he wouldn't always think about those things.
In the evening, Jiang Jinyue went to bed early.
But this sleep is not peaceful.
He curled up in the quilt, holding another big red mandarin duck pillow in his arms, frowning and dreaming.
In the dream, Lu Qingmian cornered him, blocking all his ways to escape.
Lu Qingmian lowered his head, bit his ear, and said in a low, pleasant voice over and over again: "Jiang Jinyue, I'll fuck you to death."
"I'll kill you..."
"I'll kill you..."
"I'll kill you..."
Jiang Jinyue's sleeping face became redder and redder. His curled up body slowly stretched out, and his shoulders rubbed lightly on the bed. Even his sleep could not cover up the itch on his back.
Finally, after who knows how many times he shouted "Fuck you to death", the dark bedroom suddenly lit up with a soft light, which spread all over the ground like spring rain. Four beautiful white wings grew out from Jiang Jinyue's shoulders again, accompanied by the sound of cloth being torn.
Jiang Jinyue didn't know that he had ruined another piece of Lu Qingmian's clothing.
After growing wings, Jiang Jinyue felt obviously much more comfortable. His slightly wrinkled brows relaxed, his dreams dissipated, and his four wings rested relaxedly on the bed.
But after Lu Qingmian disappeared from the dream, Jiang Jinyue dreamed of some other things in bits and pieces.
They were all broken fragments, his memories of the day, but his memories of the day today were not good at all, and even a little heavy.
Gradually, the sound of raindrops could be heard outside the window. Although there was not a single dark cloud in the night sky, it began to drizzle. If an expert were present, he would surely have noticed that something was wrong with the rain. There was no dirt or dust in it, but it was clean and clear, with a faint salty taste.
Like someone's tears.
In the bedroom, Jiang Jinyue was still sleeping soundly. In the dim light, crystal tears hung in the corners of his eyes.
What is falling outside is not rain, but the tears of angels.
On the 1203rd floor, Lu Qingmian did not sleep.
He was typing away at the keyboard playing a game. The computer screen was covered in blood and broken limbs were everywhere. It was obvious that the game he was playing was not a normal one.
Under Lu Qingmian's control, the characters on the computer screen switched weapons smoothly, chopping all the enemies and monsters into a blood-red mess like chopping melons and vegetables.
Although the operation was smooth, Lu Qingmian himself was obviously distracted and his mind was clearly not on the game.
After a moment, Lu Qingmian pushed away the keyboard and turned to look at a row of simulated human specimens standing by the wall.
The human specimen has incomplete skin and exposed flesh and blood, which looks very scary no matter how you look at it.
Lu Qingmian was unaware of this. He stood up and walked to the human specimen, as if he was thinking about something.
The next second, he pulled out a fruit knife from the chest of a human specimen. This knife was the same one that Jiang Jinyue had used to scratch him.
Lu Qingmian held the knife, raised his hand and neatly cut off a piece of flesh from the waist of the human specimen. The thick waist of the human specimen instantly became much thinner.
Looking at the size of the human specimen, Lu Qingmian raised his hand and quickly peeled off the flesh. Soon, a layer of simulated human tissue fell to the ground. The human specimen in front of him was also shattered beyond recognition, and the bones in some parts were exposed.
When Lu Qingmian stopped, the simulated human specimen in front of him had changed into a new shape. The shape was very familiar, and every detail was the size of Jiang Jinyue.
Only then did Lu Qingmian put down the knife with satisfaction, sat back in front of the computer, turned off the game, and started searching: instructional videos on changing clothing sizes.
He picked out two simple-designed shirts from the closet and put them on the simulated human specimen that had been cut to Jiang Jinyue's size.
Then he started following the instructional video, learning how to cut and modify the size of clothes almost frame by frame. He even learned how to sew stitches very similarly, with details and density many times better than Jiang Jinyue's.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, Lu Qingmian was taking great pleasure in altering clothes, and the drizzle outside the window continued.
Until the dawn light came and the sunlight shone into the house.
Lu Qingmian had not slept all night and was looking at the simulated human specimen in front of him with satisfaction.
The human specimen was wearing a smaller waist-hugging shirt.
The front of the shirt looked normal, just sized down, but the back was different.
Lu Qingmian opened two large holes on the back of the shirt and sewed two long lace strips on the waist of the shirt.
He pulled the lace and carefully tied a big bow at the back of his waist.
The tail of the bow hangs down naturally, which looks particularly beautiful.
Lu Qingmian turned the simulated human specimen over and when he looked up, he saw the head of the human specimen with its texture exposed.
This human specimen has no eyes on its head. Instead, there are two red holes where the eyes should be, which looks particularly creepy.
Lu Qingmian didn't find it creepy, he just thought it was ugly.
With Jiang Jinyue's body size, such a head is really ugly.
He reached out his hand expressionlessly, spread his five fingers, grasped the top of the human specimen's head, and twisted it hard.
With a "click", the head of the human specimen was twisted off and turned 180 degrees, with the back of its head facing Lu Qingmian.
Only then was Lu Qingmian satisfied.
After dawn, the drizzle outside the window stopped.
Today seems to be just an ordinary morning, nothing special, but the H forum was overwhelmed by excessive traffic early in the morning.
Not only the forum of H University, but also the forums of nearby universities were extremely popular this morning.
Everyone was discussing the same topic, about a dream, a dream that was terrifying and desperate to them.
In their dreams, they became victims of online violence and the exposure of their private videos. They had no one to turn to and no one to support them. Everything they had was unscrupulously mocked and attacked on the Internet.
Even if they hysterically explained to others, no one believed them.
They list countless pieces of evidence to prove their innocence, but others only need to say "I don't believe it" or "It must be fake" to make them collapse and go crazy, as if they were falling into hell.
During their constant communication and discussion, they found that people who had these dreams had one thing in common: they had all participated in discussions about similar events, and with an indifferent, on-the-spot attitude, they slandered others without knowing the truth or the cause, and then walked away without any guilt afterwards.
Afterwards, this incident became a mysterious ghost story in the university town of H City, and was called the "Hell in the Dream" incident in the university town. Many people said that this was the gods warning those people, and many people lamented that gods really do exist in this world.
When Jiang Jinyue got up, he had no idea about this.
He was staring at the mirror with a red face. The wings suddenly appeared again, disrupting his plan to apply for a part-time job at a small noodle restaurant today. However, Jiang Jinyue knew clearly why he grew wings in his sleep.
He remembered last night's dream and Lu Qingmian in the dream clearly.
There was a knock on the door at this time. Jiang Jinyue could only think of Lu Qingmian as the person who would come to look for him early in the morning.
He looked at his blushing face in the mirror and hesitated to open the door.
The knocking on the door soon stopped, and Jiang Jinyue's phone vibrated again.
The caller ID showed Lu Qingmian.
Jiang Jinyue answered the phone with shaking hands. Lu Qingmian's voice came through the receiver, cold and gloomy:
"Jiang Jinyue, open the door."
Jiang Jinyue bit her lip and said nothing.
Lu Qingmian chuckled softly on the phone, and his laughter sounded so cold. He said, "Jiang Jinyue, if you don't open the door, I'll kill you."
Jiang Jinyue's cell phone slipped from his hand and fell on the quilt.
His heartbeat began to accelerate wildly, and for a moment he couldn't even distinguish between reality and dreams.
Finally, Jiang Jinyue went to open the door with his legs almost shaking.
Outside the door, Lu Qingmian was holding a paper bag and squeezed in through the crack of the door. He was not surprised at all to see the wings behind Jiang Jinyue.
After hearing about the hot topics on various university forums this morning, Lu Qingmian guessed that this matter was related to Jiang Jinyue.
He didn't come here for this matter.
Lu Qingmian was very generous and did not ask why Jiang Jinyue did not open the door immediately. He was taking out a shirt from a paper bag.
There were two large holes cut out on the back of the shirt, and a huge lace bow hung at the waist, with the tail of the bow draped limply on Lu Qingmian's arm.
Jiang Jinyue looked at the huge bow in confusion, "What is this?"
Lu Qingmian walked towards him, his dark eyes gleaming.
"Want to try on the shirt I altered?"
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