Chapter 38 Chapter 38 "The pain is not a dream."...
"It hurts, it's not a dream." Tan Du said again.
Qiao Zhuo lowered his eyes and pinched the other person's hand with his fingers. He quickly pulled his hand away, but it didn't move. He turned his face away and the corner of his eyes rubbed against his shoulder.
Tan Du seemed to be supporting himself with that hand, lowered his body and asked, "Are you scared?"
Qiao Zhuo looked at him and said, "Yes."
Tan Du chuckled softly and patted the back of his hand: "Don't be afraid."
Qiao Zhuoyi shook him off and stood up: "You're using me as a blanket again."
"Woo--" Blanket called at the dining table.
"Now you know how to bark," Qiao Zhuo walked over and gently kicked the blanket. "What's the point of keeping you?"
"I made it in a hurry, there are only a few. Come and try them, Boss Qiao." Tan Du took the things out of the bag.
Qiao Zhuo walked over, looked at him, and then glanced at the door.
"I knocked on the door," Tan Du said, "and then I went to the window and saw you were asleep, so I took the key myself."
Qiao Zhuo lowered his eyelids and said nothing.
Holding the key in his palm and weighing it in front of him, Tan Du said, "How about Boss Qiao take it back?"
Qiao Zhuo turned his head and asked: "Aren't you going back to your hometown?"
"I'm back. I called you and sent you WeChat messages, but you didn't reply, so I came here to try my luck." Tan Du withdrew his hand, spinning the key ring on his index finger.
"My phone has fallen back." Qiao Zhuo picked up the mooncake.
"How does it taste?" Tan Du asked as he got closer.
"Just like that," Qiao Zhuoyi took another one, "You really can do it?"
"Zhou Jue gave me a tutorial," Tan Du smiled. "Snow skin mooncakes are simple to make, and there's a mold."
"It looks good." Qiao Zhuo said, before he finished eating one, he reached out with his other hand.
Tan Du intercepted the food halfway and put it away with a smile: "We'll eat the rest tomorrow. I can't digest too much of this."
"Stingy." Qiao Zhuo changed to taking small sips, keeping an eye on him out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he was planning to leave after seeing him finish eating.
"Boss Qiao..."
"No need to see me off." Qiao Zhuoyi replied quickly.
"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" Tan Du lowered his voice.
"I didn't..." Qiao Zhuo raised his head and met a pair of teasing eyes. He glared at them, "No, I didn't!"
"I'll let you rest on the sofa for a while," Tan Du took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I got up early today and drove all afternoon, so I'm a little tired."
"Go ahead." Qiao Zhuo raised his chin.
Tan Du sat on the sofa, glanced at the screen and asked, "Tattoo competition? Is it a foreign program?"
"Yeah." Qiao Zhuo wiped his hands and walked over. "Are you sleepy?"
Tan Du shook his head.
Qiao Zhuo switched to a documentary about intangible cultural heritage and asked, "Are you interested?"
"Dian Heng?" Tan Du muttered, "Look, what he does is pretty good."
"Do you know him?" Qiao Zhuoyi pressed the play button.
"He was the director of xx TV's first legal program, and it was quite good," Tan Du said, rubbing his neck. "Then, for some unknown reason, the production team suddenly changed."
Now that it was mentioned, Qiao Zhuoyi had some impression of it. He had watched that show too. The first few episodes were quite interesting, but the last few episodes became less and less interesting. It turned out that the cast had changed.
He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Before he even stepped inside, Tan Du followed him: "What do you want?"
Qiao Zhuoyi gave him a strange look: "Shui. What are you doing?"
"I'm here. I'm thirsty too." Tan Du walked past him, took out two bottles from the refrigerator and handed him one.
Qiao Zhuo glanced at him and went back to the living room to continue watching the show.
The golden-red molten iron exploded in the dark night, like a ginkgo tree's leaves being thrown into the sky and then falling down burning, brilliant and dazzling.
Perhaps in order to make the visual feast brought by the iron flowers last longer in the mind, the program has a black screen of more than ten seconds.
Qiao Zhuoyi saw another figure clearly, leaning against the sofa, supporting his temples with one hand, one leg bent and resting on the edge of the sofa, the other stretched out on the ground, motionless, as if asleep.
"Boss Qiao." The man suddenly looked at him.
"What are you doing!" Qiao Zhuo's scalp exploded.
Tan Du checked the time, stood up and said with a smile, "Are you scared again?"
"No, no!" Qiao Zhuo squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Are you hungry?" Tan Du asked.
Although the amount of food Fan Quan sent was large, the taste was average. Qiao Zhuoyi didn't eat much. There were only two small mooncakes. He raised his eyelids and said, "Hmm."
"Wait for me." Tan Du smiled and rolled up his sleeves.
He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, dressed in black. When he bends down to wash vegetables, the fabric on his back is stretched out, outlining the shape of his back muscles. His collar is pulled down, revealing the lines of his neck, and the blue veins are faintly visible.
Qiao Zhuoyi leaned back and looked over the back of the sofa. Seeing that he was about to look back, he quickly retracted his gaze, picked up the water and took a few gulps, then returned his gaze to the screen.
It was not until the voice of "Boss Joe" rang out again that he consciously sat down at the table.
Tan Du brought out a bowl of noodles with a poached egg on top.
Qiao Zhuo took a few glances and asked, "You don't want to eat?"
"Not hungry." Tan Du shook his head.
"Did you go back to TD to make mooncakes? You didn't go back to your house downtown?"
"Yes, I didn't." Tan Du pulled out a chair and sat down.
"What did you eat for dinner?" Qiao Zhuo asked.
"Fried vegetables and rice." Tan Duhui.
"You made it yourself?"
"Um."
"Can you cook in your car?" Qiao Zhuo glared at him.
"...I'm not hungry," Tan Du rubbed his nose, "so I didn't eat."
Qiao Zhuo stood up and went to the kitchen, picked up a small bowl of noodles and pushed it over: "Eat."
Tan Du smiled and picked up the chopsticks.
After eating, Qiao Zhuoyi went to the bathroom and when he came out he found the living room was pitch black.
"Tan Du?"
"I am here."
clatter--
Grinding wheel rolling.
Tan Du held the cake, his eyes filled with the candlelight in the dark night, and he looked gentle and calm.
Qiao Zhuoyi's throat hurt from the swallowing motion. He whispered, "What do you mean?"
"Qiao Zhuoyi," Tan Du said with a smile, "Happy birthday."
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