Chu Li stuffed the proofreading photocopy, which was as heavy as a brick, into the canvas bag she carried with her. After everyone had left, she bent down and took out Chu Chuan's umbrella from under her feet... She was the last one to leave. She turned off the lights, locked the door, and the young girl with short hair walked briskly as if she was going to a date.

The canvas bag weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the umbrella in his hand hit his knees from time to time. Chu Li suddenly felt that he didn't know when his life had been filled up by a strange guy: his books, his umbrella, and the troubles brought by his willfulness...

Huh.

Fortunately, I didn't think about him.

When she walked out of the company, it started to drizzle outside again - Chu Li could not remember the last time it was sunny. The cool drizzle hit her face, and Chu Li sneezed slightly.

Around Qingming Festival, the weather changes suddenly, so be careful of catching a cold.

Chu Li took out her cell phone and happened to see Mr. L asking her what she was doing. She replied, "Just got off work, going to give an umbrella to the ancestors." At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated - Chu Li was so scared that she almost threw the phone away. She took a look and saw the caller ID: [Actor Teacher].

Chu Li: "..."

Before and after Qingming Festival, no matter what, do not mention your ancestors.

Chu Li held up the black umbrella in her hand and took a step forward into the rain. Her shoes splashed in the water. She swiped the screen of her mobile phone and said "Hello" to the phone. Chu Li's voice was very calm: "Teacher Chu Chuan."

The tone was filled with too much of the "what's the big deal?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if he was not used to talking on the phone with people or simply thought it was a strange thing to hear a young woman's voice from his phone...Zhu Chuan didn't say anything. When Chu Li inexplicably began to feel uneasy about what this guy was going to do, Zhu Chuan finally spoke: [I have a cold. ]

First ceremony black question mark face.

Since the person there did have a very nasal tone, Chu Li paused for a moment and then began to greet him politely: "Ah? You have a cold, teacher, you have a cold again?"

Zhuo Chuan's voice was like a pool of stagnant water: [I left the umbrella to Lao Miao that day, and I got caught in the rain by myself. ]

Chu Li: "...Oh, Lao Miao is really bad."

Zhaochuan: [Shut up. Are you coming over to give me an umbrella now? Bring me some cold medicine on the way, and find a porridge shop to buy a bowl of porridge for me and Ergou, one of which must have meat, otherwise Ergou will make a fuss... The owner of the porridge shop that can be called by the APP is going home to sweep the graves today and is closed.]

Chu Li: "..." So you used me as a food delivery app? Before I entered the industry, no one told me that being an editor would also require running errands for others!

At this time, perhaps Chu Li had been silent for too long, and facing the dead silence on the phone, Zhuo Chuan said faintly: [If you don't want to, you can refuse. It's okay. Anyway, I just borrowed someone else's umbrella, got caught in the rain, and caught a cold myself... I deserve retribution for doing good things. There's nothing wrong with that.]

"…………" The man's resentful tone made Chu Li's hair stand on end. "No, no, no, I'm willing, I'm willing, it's nothing, it's just buying some medicine and two bowls of porridge——"

[One of the bowls must contain meat.]

"Yes, yes, yes, there must be meat! Otherwise, Ergou will be unhappy, right? I know...Teacher, you should have a good rest and drink more hot water."

[…Are you really buying it for me? After all, when you said to me today, “I’ll give it a try” and “I’ll listen to your nonsense,” your tone was not that nice.]

"……………teacher."

Chu Chuan: [What? ]

Chu Li took a deep breath and emphasized again: "Drink more hot water."

If you find it bland, add two cubes of arsenic for flavoring.

Don't be hard on yourself.

Chu Li tightly grasped her phone and jumped to the bus stop in two or three steps. It was the evening rush hour after work, and the buses were full of people. A bus that looked like a can was slowly approaching. It was the bus Chu Li wanted to get on. She stood on tiptoes and watched the bus slowly stop in front of her. The front and back doors opened, and two people fell out from the front and back doors. The four people began to swear and stick their butts out to try to squeeze back into the bus...

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li put the phone to his ear again: "Teacher Zhuochuan, I can really buy you what you want, but you may have to wait. I have to take the bus to the subway station, and the bus station is crowded now..."

Chu Chuan seemed surprised: [Bus? You don’t have a car?]

Chu Li took a deep breath and said, "Teacher, my monthly salary is 2,500 yuan, not US dollars."

The other end of the phone fell into a meaningful silence again, and then the man said "Oh" in a tone of "I'm so sorry". Before hanging up the phone, he said seriously, "The medicine and porridge will be reimbursed for you, buy one for yourself too." Then he hung up the phone. Chu Li stared at the darkened mobile phone screen for a long time——

What should I buy for myself?

Porridge?

Or medicine?

Do you want some quick-acting heart pills? Since I have to act with you, Mr. Actor, later on, I really need them.

…

finally.

Chu Li was afraid that by the time she got to Chu Chuan's house, his body would have been cold, so she took a taxi to the subway station. The subway was crowded, but not so crowded that not only could she not get on when she opened the door, but several passengers would fall out randomly. So after about an hour, Chu Li walked out of the subway station smoothly.

I bought some cold medicine at the pharmacy, and sure enough, all the porridge shops around were closed.

Fortunately, there was a supermarket, and Chu Li bought a small bag of rice, some minced meat, and a handful of vegetables from it. When she walked out of the supermarket, the sun had already set completely and night fell. Chu Li, carrying the supermarket bag and holding the black umbrella, mixed in with the crowd coming and going after get off work and returning home, and walked quickly towards Zhuchuan's house.

This time, probably because the yard was wet, only Zhuchuan came to open the door, not Ergou. Chuli followed the man in Ultraman pajamas into the house, and then she saw the dog, who was lying on the sofa and daydreaming, raised his ears and head, jumped off the sofa, and walked to Chuli with his tail wagging, stood up, and put his two big paws on her shoulders——

Chu Li put down the canvas bag and reached out to touch Er Gou's head: "All the porridge shops on the street are closed... so I bought rice, minced meat and vegetables."

"Can it understand what you say to it?" A low, hoarse voice with a strong nasal tone sounded not far behind him.

Chu Li paused as he rubbed the dog's ears: "Teacher, I'm talking to you."

"Then why don't you look at me?" he asked righteously.

"..." Chu Li turned around speechlessly, raised his head slightly and looked into the pair of brown eyes, "Take the medicine first. The medicine is in the canvas bag. I'll borrow your pot and kitchen. You'll be well soon."

Zhuchuan didn't say anything, but just stared at Chuli leaning the wet umbrella against the door of the entrance...

It was not until Chu Li asked him where the kitchen was that he seemed to come to his senses and pointed. Chu Li walked towards the kitchen and found that it was spotless - oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were all there, but they were all unopened. The most amazing thing was not this. The most amazing thing was that when Chu Li finally found a pot that could be used to cook porridge in the cupboard, she opened the lid and found that the label inside had not been torn off...

Chu Li: "..."

……………………Is this actor practicing Taoism at home every day?

At this time, Zhuchuan and Ergou followed her to the kitchen door without knowing when. The man had probably taken cold medicine and leaned against the kitchen door with his arms folded. The big dog squatted beside him obediently... The man and the dog stared at the person busy in the kitchen in silence, watching her tear off the label - wash rice - tear open the salt bag - look for the seasoning jar everywhere - pour the salt into it after finding it...

--silence.

Ergou's wagging tail became the most lively presence in the whole house.

At first, Chu Li wanted to say that when this man didn't talk, he really had a bit of the flavor of "gentle and jade-like Gongzi Chuan". As time went by, the air became more and more condensed, and Chu Li felt more and more that the four eyes behind her could burn her. Finally, when washing the minced meat, Chu Li couldn't bear it anymore, turned her head and looked at Chu Chuan: "Teacher, what are you looking at?"

Zhuo Chuan's eyes flickered, and his expression was a little stiff, but he soon relaxed again. He said calmly, "I saw your proofreading manuscript when I got the medicine just now. There is only a quarter left to be completed... Isn't it due tomorrow morning?"

Chu Li: "Working overtime tonight."

Chu Chuan: “Thank you for your hard work.”

Chu Li: "Nothing."

--silence.

Zhuo Chuan: "The monthly salary is only 2,500 yuan, and there is no overtime pay. Why don't you burn down Yuanyue Society?"

Chu Li: "Maybe he's afraid of going to jail."

Chu Chuan: “Oh.”

--silence.

Chu Chuan: "Why do you want to be an editor?"

Chu Li: "What? Ah, why do you want to be an editor? When I was in college, I thought it would be very interesting if I could publish a book for an author I liked and help him reach the pinnacle of his career."

Zhuochuan: "Who is your favorite author?"

Zhuochuan changed his foot and leaned from the left door frame to the right door frame: "Me?"

Chu Li: "..."

--silence.

Chu Li picked out the washed vegetables and threw them onto the brand new chopping board. She pulled out a polished knife from the knife rack and rinsed it with water. Perhaps the knife in her hand gave her infinite courage. Chu Li turned around helplessly: "Teacher, what do you want to say?"

"Nothing," said Zhuo Chuan expressionlessly, "I just suddenly realized that this seems to be the first time that we are facing each other in a non-hostile way and even coexisting peacefully."

Chu Li said "Oh" and asked a question that made her regret for the next ten minutes: "So?"

"I felt a little embarrassed, so I wanted to find something to talk about."

“…”

Chu Li paused while wiping the kitchen knife in his hand.

“Look, just like now.”

“………………”

"Awkward."

“……………………”

"By the way, do you have a boyfriend? Even an online boyfriend counts."

"………………………………………………"

Chu Li cut the greens into two neat pieces with a snap, and turned around with the kitchen knife in hand: "Teacher, I'm in a hurry to cook for you, and then I'm in a hurry to go home after finishing the meal. What am I in a hurry to do at home? I'm in a hurry to proofread your manuscript, otherwise I won't be able to hand it in tomorrow and won't even get my monthly salary of 2,500 yuan. So now, can you please be quiet for a while and stop chatting so that I can finish this meal properly, and then we can go home and be well——"

Chu Chuan: "So?"

Chu Li waved the kitchen knife: "Get out!"

The man leaning against the door paused, staring at the little girl who was a head and a neck shorter than him standing in the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife to drive him away with a look of despair on her face... For some reason, he curled the corners of his lips, and for the first time he turned around and was about to leave without saying anything - he took two steps and then stepped back - he pulled the ears of the big dog that was still squatting there and refused to move, and dragged it away reluctantly.

……then.

The world is pure.

Chu Li took a deep breath, turned around and continued cutting vegetables.

What she didn't know was that the man who left didn't stop his weird behavior. He quickly returned to his computer, opened his QQ account expressionlessly, found a guy named [Jiang Yucheng] whom he hadn't harassed for several days, and continued to type with his ten fingers waving expressionlessly -

【Zhuchuan: You may not believe it when I tell you. 】

【Jiang Yucheng: Why are you here again? ...What the hell?】

[Zhuochuan: At this very moment, there is a young girl in my house standing in my kitchen, wearing my slippers, wielding my kitchen knife, cooking for me and my dog.]

【Jiang Yucheng: ??? What the hell? 】

【Jiang Yucheng: Is there anyone who cooks for you without the main purpose of poisoning you?】

【Zhuchuan: Yes.】

【Jiang Yucheng: It's haunted.】

[Zhuchuan: It's a ghost. I feel "life". It's actually a verb. 】

【Jiang Yucheng: ………Have you grown up on nothing for the past 27 years?】

【Zhuchuan: Meals cooked by servants do not count. 】

【Zhuchuan: The meal cooked by the young girl counts.】

【Zhuchuan: Wonderful.】

【Jiang Yucheng: ………………… "Open mouth and take medicine emoji"】