Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Seeking Death
The cold night ends with these three words.
The mess in the kitchen also disappeared.
The stove was bright and clean, and the unknown liquid disappeared without a trace.
The sunlight came lazily in through the glass, and bubbles were bubbling in the pot.
Tan Du became the smiling, omnipotent Boss Tan again.
Yesterday’s embarrassment, fragility, hesitation and helplessness were like bubbles in Americana, which soon dissipated.
Qiao Zhuoyi leaned against the kitchen door. He walked over, slipped his arm through the person's waist, and hugged the familiar body.
"Are you up?" Tan Du turned her head slightly and kissed him on the forehead. "Osmanthus wine meatballs, cook them a little differently for Chef Xiao Qiao."
"Get out." Qiao Zhuo replied in a sullen voice, rubbed his forehead against his back, and went to wash up in his slippers.
This went on for several days in a row.
Boss Qiao broke the principle of "finish the day's work on the same day" again and again. Every time he wanted to ask for clarification, he would swallow his words back when he met someone's eyes.
Tan Du pretended nothing happened, but secretly went out to smoke in the middle of the night.
When Qiao Zhuo saw the person beside him getting visibly thinner, he changed Guiyi's rule - meals must be eaten in the restaurant on the third floor.
Boss Qiao set an example by going upstairs right at the time for afternoon tea.
So, most of the dessert that the TD boss brought to him went into his mouth again.
"You eat it, I won't..." Halfway through, Tan Du changed his tone, "I have some downstairs."
Qiao Zhuo glanced at him with eyes as sharp as blades, and raised his wrist and shook it.
Tan Du smiled, leaned over, bit the spoon, rolled away the cream with the tip of his tongue, leaned back in his chair and casually pushed the frame of his glasses down.
It was rare for Boss Tan to have injuries on his face. In addition, he had fair skin and the bruise at the corner of his mouth was too conspicuous, so regular customers would ask him about it, so he would put on his glasses again.
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't believe his words, but he didn't expose him either. After all, it wasn't the source of his recent abnormality.
It would be better to use this time to supervise his diet. He knocked on the table: "Lunch?"
"Why are you so worried?" Tan Duhui asked.
"Be more self-aware." Qiao Zhuo said.
Tan Du leaned forward to hold his hand, rubbing it from the base of his palm to his wrist, lowering his eyes and replying, "Sandwich, beef."
Qiao Zhuo snorted, clasped the back of his hand with his backhand, and pinched his arm with his other hand: "That's all the muscle you have."
"Isn't that enough for you?" Tan Du curled his lips.
"Get lost," Qiao Zhuo glared at him, "You have to count."
"I haven't missed a single meal," Tan Du smiled. "It's been ten minutes. The customers are still waiting. Boss Qiao, please go quickly."
Qiao Zhuoyi said, "I'll be back late today. You eat first, and I'll come back to check."
"I understand." Tan Du said with a smile, "Go ahead."
Qiao Zhuo scratched the inside of his wrist with a finger: "Press it twice more."
The veins beneath his fingertips throbbed, and Boss Tan frowned distressedly: "How about getting a few injections?"
"Let's talk later."
Qiao Zhuo pulled his hand out to feel it, then reminded them to have dinner. He then went downstairs and happened to meet Zhou Jue who was walking up. He asked, "Boss Qiao, is Brother Tan on the third floor?"
"Here." Qiao Zhuo replied.
The two passed each other, and Zhou Jue heard the other person seem to make another sound. He stopped and asked, "Boss Qiao?"
Qiao Zhuo looked at her and whispered, "Tan Du hasn't been in good condition recently. Please pay more attention to him."
Zhou Jue was a little surprised and was stunned for two seconds. Then he heard footsteps on the third floor and made an "OK" gesture with a serious expression.
Qiao Zhuoyi nodded slightly and continued walking down.
The railings of the small building are old and mottled, the walls of the house are peeling off, and a small pile of soil is piled up in the middle of the corridor.
When did it become so broken?
Qiao Zhuo kicked in annoyance, but saw a stone coming out from nowhere and breaking through the wall, and then the small building shook violently.
The wall collapsed, and a familiar figure at the end was submerged.
He opened his eyes wide and rushed over -
Talk about crossing!
Qiao Zhuo was unable to shout, and he missed a step and fell straight down.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his heart beating wildly.
It was a dream.
He stared at the ceiling for a while before realizing that the bed was indeed shaking.
No, not the bed.
Tan Du had his back to him, his whole body shaking.
"Tan Du? Tan Du, wake up, Tan Du..." Qiao Zhuo stood up and called out softly.
Tan Du was suddenly startled and woke up from his nightmare.
"Tan Du?"
Qiao Zhuoyi shouted again, and Tan Du curled up, turned over, and buried his head in his neck.
It was wet, and Qiao Zhuoyi couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears. He was not good at comforting people. When Yueyue and Lele cried, he would just say "Don't cry" in a fierce voice. Thinking about the scene in the small attic before, he patted Tan Du on the back gently: "Take a deep breath, it's okay, it's a dream."
"Nightmare?"
The next day, when Qiao Zhuo asked him what he dreamed about, Tan Du frowned and thought for a moment: "I don't remember."
Expected answer.
Seeing that he looked unwell, Qiao Zhuo let him rest for a day.
Tan Du picked up an egg for him and said with a smile, "Not really."
"Are you really okay?" Qiao Zhuo asked.
"It's okay." Tan Du patted the back of his hand and said, "Don't worry."
Don't worry at all.
Boss Qiao took over the responsibilities of driver and asked the man to move to the passenger seat.
The car stopped at the entrance of the alley. He checked Tan Du's expression again, hesitant to let him out. The latter, on the other hand, didn't care: "When did Boss Qiao become so incompetent?"
"Because of whom?" Qiao Zhuoyi was annoyed.
Tan Du was in the wrong, and his eyes darkened for a moment. Seeing him like this, Qiao Zhuo became even more angry and said with a click of his tongue, "Get out of the car."
When Qiao Zhuo looked at his back, he felt inexplicably uneasy. He started the car and followed him closely.
A tricycle came slowly towards them, but Tan Du acted as if he didn't see it and didn't even try to hide.
Qiao Zhuo hurriedly honked the horn, unbuckled his seatbelt, rushed over, dragged the man back into the car, and yelled, "Are you blind?! That's the florist's car!"
Tan Du seemed to have just come to his senses: "It's okay."
Qiao Zhuo stared at him, worried that he might have difficulty breathing.
"It's really okay," Tan Du patted the back of his hand, "It's far away."
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't say anything. He lifted up his sleeves and hem to check, then stepped on the accelerator and drove directly to the door of TD. He went upstairs without looking back.
Tan Du got out of the car, exhaled slowly, and reached for the cigarette box in his pocket.
Qiao Zhuoyi ignored Tan Du all day and didn't even drink afternoon tea.
On the one hand, I was angry, but on the other hand, I also wanted to finish the work quickly and go back to keep a close eye on the person.
At least he finished work on time today, so he planned to buy some snacks and try it out while drinking in the evening.
Halfway down the stairs, Zhou Jue's urgent voice suddenly came -
"Brother Tan, that's coffee! I'm about to throw up!"
Qiao Zhuo's brows furrowed, he held onto the handrail, jumped down half a flight of stairs, and rushed into TD.
Tan Du's face was pale, his chest heaving violently, beads of sweat dripping from his temples. He pressed the base of his palms tightly on his temples, his brows furrowed.
"Sit down." Qiao Zhuoyi supported him and shouted, "Water!"
Zhou Jue hurriedly handed it to him, and he put the cup of water to Tan Du's lips: "Drink slowly, take your time."
Tan Du drank a whole cup before his expression cleared up a little.
"Can you hear me clearly?" Qiao Zhuoyi asked in a low voice.
Tan Du grabbed his wrist.
Qiao Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly stroked Tan Du's chest with one hand, asking, "How much did he drink?"
Zhou Jue pointed to the cup beside him and said, "It's only half full. It's all my fault. That cup was prepared for the customer who came to pick it up himself. He never came to pick it up, and I didn't deal with it in time. It really doesn't stand out when it's placed next to Brother Tan's tea..."
"I don't blame you." Qiao Zhuo said with a hint of meaning, "He brought this upon himself."
Zhou Jue looked at Tan Du again, who looked at her and smiled, then looked at Qiao Zhuoyi.
Zhou Jue immediately said, "I didn't see anything."
Qiao Zhuo frowned for a moment and looked at Tan Du with a serious look, but Tan Du avoided his gaze.
After Zhou Jue left, Tan Du slowed down and whispered, "It's okay."
Qiao Zhuo looked at him and said, "I have something to do."
Tan Du paused.
"How long are you going to keep doing this? Pollen, coffee, what's tomorrow?"
Tan Du pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I just picked it up casually."
"Conveniently?" Qiao Zhuoyi took the two cups and placed them heavily in front of him. "Completely different cups, and you're telling me it's conveniently placed?"
Same place, same stalemate.
Qiao Zhuo swallowed his anger all his life, and only let it out when he returned to the villa.
"It's been so many days, you should have finished making up stories! Respect is bullshit. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it! Tan Du, you must explain to me clearly today what debt has brought you to this state!"
"Give me some time."
"Why give you time? To ruin yourself?" Qiao Zhuo glared at him. "How many cigarettes have you smoked in just these few days?"
Tan Du was silent for a while, then whispered, "I'll get well soon. I'll go back and live there for the next few days."
Here we go again!
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't try to keep him this time.
Tan Du ran over and bit his trouser leg. He yelled, "Let him go!"
Tan Du rubbed his head on the blanket, glanced at Qiao Zhuoyi again, and gently closed the door.
The car started outside, and the sound died down after a while.
"Tan Du, fuck you!" Qiao Zhuo grabbed the pillow and smashed it against the thick door.
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