Refuse to please others, show kindness without any reason, it is either a traitor or a thief
The residential complex where Cheng Sizhou rented a house was called "Yangliu'an", a welfare house funded by a certain government agency. It had a large flat floor, no common area, and faced south with plenty of sunlight. The only drawback was that it only had a staircase.
The car stopped under Building 3. Zhou Yitang took the key and jumped up the stairs on one leg. For a student who had just taken the physical education exam for the middle school entrance examination, it was a piece of cake.
"Teacher Wen, the stairs are difficult to walk on. I'll walk in front and lend you my arm. If it's inconvenient for you, just lend me some strength, okay?" Cheng Sizhou walked up the stairs sideways, stretching out his arm to support him lightly, for fear that the other party would fall asleep and cause another accident.
"I can walk." Wen Zichuan ignored him. Even though he walked slowly, he was still trying his best to move forward step by step.
Building 3, 303, the house number is easy to remember.
Zhou Yitang had already arrived home, packed his things, wiped his face, and went into the bedroom without a sound.
"Hey! You can't get your feet wet. At least wash your face. Look at you, you look like someone who just came back from a mine picking up coal!" Cheng Sizhou was worried like an old woman.
"What do you care?!" Zhou Yitang's voice penetrated the door.
Cheng Sizhou couldn't control her. After all, he was not her guardian and they had no blood relationship. Occasionally tutoring her with her homework had already exhausted the few roommate relationships between them.
Wen Zichuan entered the house and looked around. It was indeed an everyday household setting. He paid special attention to the balcony outside the living room. On the left side were several pieces of adult women's clothing, including two navy blue police uniforms, while on the right were adult men's clothing, clearly separated and not interfering with each other.
Zhou Yitang's explanations were basically confirmed, and he gradually let down his guard.
Cheng Sizhou poured him a glass of warm water and went to get the charger.
"When will Zhou Yitang's mother come?" Wen Zichuan sat on the single sofa on the side, still leaning forward.
"She's on vacation tomorrow, so she'll be here in the morning." Cheng Sizhou helped him charge his phone and tidied up the clutter on the sofa. "If you're really feeling uncomfortable, why don't you lie down and rest for a while?"
"I'm fine. No thanks." Staying in someone else's house late at night wasn't appropriate in the first place, so how could he have the nerve to lie down and be waited on? Wen Zichuan accidentally noticed a few books mixed in with the pile of miscellaneous items. They all seemed to be related to porcelain. "What do you do for a living?"
"Dengyuan Museum, cultural relic restorer."
"Hmm." Wen Zichuan was curious when he first heard about this business, but it was not appropriate to ask more questions. He touched the dried makeup on his face and asked, "Do you have makeup remover?"
"No, do you want Safeguard? The coconut flavor."
"Just make do with it."
Perhaps he was really sleepy. As Cheng Sizhou listened to the sound of rushing water, his mind became foggy.
He didn't know what he was thinking, nor what he should be thinking. He invited a big star to his home in the middle of the night. Shouldn't he seize the opportunity and ask him to sign an autograph?
Ten minutes later, Wen Zichuan emerged, reeking of a faint coconut scent. His stage makeup removed, his pupils more distinct, his nose small and thin, his lips plump, and his jawline, which had initially caught Cheng Sizhou's eye, now softened and smoothed.
"Sit down." Cheng Sizhou moved to the side and gave him the widest and softest sofa.
Wen Zichuan sat down, pressing his abdomen. The pain did not ease after washing his face. He just tried to vomit something, thinking that maybe vomiting would make him feel better. However, he had not eaten for more than ten hours, and if he vomited again, he would only vomit bile.
"How's your health?" Cheng Sizhou asked.
"It's an old problem and it won't be cured in a short time." Wen Zichuan replied.
"What medicine do you want to take? There's a 24-hour pharmacy across the street from the community. I'll buy it for you."
"No, the medicine is at home. I'll take it when I get home."
Anyone would be discouraged if they were rejected several times in a row.
Maybe the life of a big star is different from that of an ordinary person, but he has only heard of people who do whatever it takes to maintain their figure, but he has never heard of people who would rather suffer than seek medical treatment.
"What did you eat today?" He began to ask indirectly. Although stomach problems are also called "rich man's disease" and can be treated by care rather than treatment, they can be easily triggered if one does not pay enough attention to daily eating.
"That has nothing to do with it. I didn't eat anything today." Wen Zichuan, like most of his colleagues in the circle, usually eats little or nothing before going on stage. If he eats too much, his stomach will feel full and his voice will not be so good.
“…”
Well, what's so clear about this? If you don't eat for a day, you'll definitely get hungry and have some health problems.
Cheng Sizhou said: "Give me a song."
It is one o'clock in the morning on May 1, 2018. The night is quiet and all noises have ceased. Cheng Sizhou, a good homely man, is wearing a classic apron with a blooming flower. He turns on the stove and boils water to cook noodles.
"Here it is—a big bowl of luxurious noodle soup!"
The noodles were translucent and slender, the soup was rich and clear, and the soft and green vegetables lying in the porcelain bowl were also quite cute, but Wen Zichuan just stared at it without moving his chopsticks.
"Noodles are good, they nourish the stomach." Cheng Sizhou wiped his hands on his apron nervously. "Would you mind giving me a bite?"
"You..." Wen Zichuan hesitated to speak, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
He still didn't know the man's name, but since he could rent a large apartment of over 100 square meters in a prime location in the center of Dengyuan City, his financial situation must be very good.
So, why does he need to please himself?
To be fair, Wen Zichuan was very resistant to unprovoked overtures. He had encountered many people who took the initiative to show their kindness, but also explicitly or implicitly asked him to return the favor. If he failed to reciprocate, the other party would become angry and fabricate rumors about his selfishness.
Resistance is an emotion, and stomachache exacerbates it.
Cheng Sizhou really didn't understand him, but he could sense that he was being disliked very much.
He took off his apron, moved a low stool and sat next to it, carefully weighing his words and actions, acting awkward and unfamiliar in the most familiar environment.
From this angle, he could see Wen Zichuan's beautiful jawline and slightly raised lips, which gave him the illusion that as long as the other party was willing to take a bite, he would die without regrets in this life.
Wen Zichuan felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at. He turned his head away calmly and looked elsewhere.
This action left a stereotype in Cheng Sizhou's ignorant mind that big stars can't stand plain food or don't want people to see them eating.
"Well, take your time eating. I'm going downstairs to take out the trash." Cheng Sizhou knew what to do. He squatted in the corner to sort the trash, then walked out in shame.
The lights are far away by the sea. Although it is May, the early morning breeze is still filled with the cool smell of salt water.
Cheng Sizhou took a few deep breaths, cleared his mind, and cursed himself for letting lust blind him. He'd been single for far too long, and when he stumbled upon a handsome man, he couldn't wait to spend his whole life with him in his mind.
"Wake up, she's a big star!" He threw all the distracting thoughts into the "hazardous waste", grabbed his hair randomly, and dialed the phone while walking.
"Why are you calling at this hour, sweetheart?"
"You'll be thirty in two years. How about calling me Daguaiguai?"
"In my mother's eyes, no matter how old you are, you are still a little darling."
The call was made to his biological mother, Ms. Wang Xinxin.
Ms. Wang is the head nurse of the pediatric department of Dengyuan City First People's Hospital. She has a distinguished status and thousands of parents eagerly rely on her to give their children injections and infusions. It can be seen that she not only has good skills but also has a strong affinity.
Cheng Sizhou understood that "little cuties" was just a catchphrase. Ms. Wang was on night shift tonight, and behind her distinguished status, she had a lot of little cuties.
"Seriously, I have a friend who has a stomachache and is nauseous and retching. What medicine should he take?"
"...?!" Ms. Wang on the other end of the phone was clearly holding her breath. "My dear, did you do something big without telling your mother?"
Cheng Sizhou reflected on his description. It seemed inaccurate, but wasn't Ms. Wang's reaction too extreme? Nausea and retching were common symptoms, and they didn't necessarily mean... pregnancy, right?
"Yes, I tied it up and brought it home, skinned it, washed it, and was about to put it in the frying pan." As soon as he opened his mouth, he started talking nonsense, and his skill was so good that it made people feel distressed.
"Mom doesn't know others, but you? You're even more timid than a cat. You wouldn't even dare pick up a dead mouse, and how dare you kidnap someone?" Ms. Wang mocked him, saying it was part of his bloodline suppression. However, at this point, she thought about it and temporarily put aside her attempts to gossip about her son's love life. "What are the symptoms? Tell me in detail."
Cheng Sizhou's parents were both hospital employees. Although he didn't follow in their footsteps, he still had basic medical knowledge. He described Wen Zichuan's physical condition tonight in detail, not daring to leave out any details.
Of course, the part where they misunderstanding each other and getting beaten was omitted.
"It might be stomach pain caused by excessive gastric acid secretion. Oral medication to inhibit gastric acid secretion can relieve it. However, stomach problems can be serious or minor. How far is your place from the hospital? If you really feel uncomfortable, come to the hospital and have a check-up. Mom will help you get an appointment."
"No, he's not going to the hospital."
"What's wrong? Did you, did you..."
Cheng Sizhou was a bit irritated, and with that irritation, there was also a hint of sadness. Going to the hospital when you're sick was as normal as holding an umbrella when it rains or putting on more clothes when it's cold. Someone had already gone to the hospital but still refused treatment. The initial delay could be attributed to Zhou Yitang, but the subsequent refusal was simply because he didn't like me and was afraid I'd cling to him and refuse to leave.
"Don't overthink it. I'm a coward, what can I do? Give me some alternatives for drugs that suppress gastric acid secretion."
"The name is hard to remember, I'll send it to you later."
"You ate a ton of pecans to give birth to me, can you have some faith in pecans?"
"Unless you promise mom that you'll find a beautiful wife before you turn thirty."
Cheng Sizhou hung up the phone.
Ms. Wang is good in every way except for one bad habit: like her peers, she likes to urge marriage.
But their family is different from other families. He is gay and had a boyfriend in college, but they broke up later. His parents also knew about it.
It’s not true to say that the two elders don’t understand this aspect. They studied medicine and have once very rigorously demonstrated whether homosexuality is a disease.
Later, she said that there are not only homosexuals in the world, but also bisexuals. If possible, Ms. Wang hopes that her son can open up his mind and find a good girl to date. What if they can develop feelings?
She did it for his own good. One cannot live one's life surrounded by the gossip and criticism of others.
After the breakup, Cheng Sizhou was depressed for more than a year. Every time he showed wrinkled eyebrows and wrinkled eyes, his father scolded him.
Instead of being annoying at home, it’s better to move out and rent a house closer to work so you can sleep in.
But six years had passed, and he hadn't brought home a single-celled organism, let alone a woman. His parents were nearing retirement, but their wish for a grandchild was still far away, and every time they brought it up, it was met with unpleasantness.
Cheng Sizhou laughed at himself, wondering why the two elders didn't understand that even if a woman stood naked in front of him, he would not have any interest in her.
Isn't it a lie to expect him to get married and have children?
Ms. Wang sent a message, which included not only the name of the medicine but also precautions and contraindications. He walked to the pharmacy across the street from the community and found that it was not open 24 hours a day. The door was closed, so he had to walk two more blocks to buy it.
The journey was longer and would take longer. Thinking that Wen Zichuan was still enduring pain, Cheng Sizhou couldn't help but quicken his pace and even ran wildly with his arms outstretched.
He regretted lending the charger. Now he just hoped it would charge more slowly, so that Teacher Wen could wait a little longer. Otherwise, given his unapproachable personality, if he returned too late, the teacher might be gone.
He took two steps at a time up the stairs to his home. When he appeared in the living room panting, he found that the noodles on the coffee table had not been touched, and Wen Zichuan had curled up on the sofa, sleeping quietly.
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