Chapter 8 8 Do you want to come to my house?
Isn't it easy to break the undercurrent? Tang Ke is confident - to put it bluntly, reckless people are always reckless. His mind is already a mess, so let's drink it while it's hot.
She quickly withdrew her hand and sat up straight, as if she suddenly remembered something important. She said anxiously, "Hurry up, the rain is getting heavier."
Fu Yu started the car, turned on the air conditioner, placed his hand on the air outlet to feel the wind, and adjusted the angle to avoid it blowing directly at people.
The rain made it difficult to travel, and the honking of horns was relentless. Most people underestimated the power of this summer downpour. Only after passing two traffic lights did the traffic thin out. Tang Ke lowered her head to play with her phone. She had underestimated not only the rain but also her own verbal abilities. She was so obsessed with teasing the innocent virgin that she decided to keep her mouth shut.
The quietness inside the car contrasts sharply with the heavy rain outside. The silence makes people imagine a lot. As a driver, Fu Yu should stop imagining a lot.
"Are you going home this week?" he asked, picking up a random topic.
Tang Ke thought for a moment and said, "No, it would be troublesome to go back if the weather is bad. What about you?"
"Same."
Silence fell again. Fu Yu rubbed his neck regretfully, hating himself for not picking up on her, causing her to stop joking with him. He shouldn't have taken those words seriously, and even if he did, he shouldn't have remained silent and embarrassed her. He was so stupid.
"Oh my god!" Tang Ke suddenly exclaimed, staring at the phone screen in disbelief.
"What's wrong?"
"Wait a minute." She typed quickly, scowling.
Fu Yu slowed down the car and waited for her to finish. A few minutes later, Tang Ke slumped in his seat, looking ready to die, and sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?" he asked again.
"There's a power outage in my area. You don't have to drive. Turn around. I can't get home," she said.
"Don't you have a flashlight at home? Is the water out?"
"That's not important." Tang Ke smiled bitterly. "What's important is that I installed an electronic anti-theft lock. It can't be opened without electricity."
"Anti-theft locks can also be opened with a key."
"I didn't bring my key."
"Property..."
"I didn't give the property management the key after I changed the door. Are you sure you still want to ask?"
"Feel sorry."
Tang Ke covered his face and confessed, "I'm so stupid, really. I only knew that power outages only happened when there was a typhoon, I didn't know they could also happen when it rained heavily. I'm so stupid, really."
Her residential complex is quite old, and many things are based on convention rather than clear regulations. Some facilities are simply functional, and no one cares if they're secure. If they break, they're fixed, and the place is open again. She's lived a comfortable life here for the past few years. The bus stop is right outside the complex, making it easy to get to work. There's a small but comprehensive fruit shop, supermarket, and stir-fry restaurant, and the neighbors are all very nice. But one day, she became paranoid. After watching several videos of single women being murdered, she splurged on a new security lock. After that, she decided everything was fine, and she stopped caring about it. Today was the first time in all her time with the security lock that she realized its potential dangers.
"Did they say how long it would take to repair it?" Fu Yu asked.
"No, they just said it's still under construction." Tang Ke opened the hotel booking software to see if there were any hotels nearby.
Fu Yu turned the steering wheel and said, "Want to come to my house?"
Tang Ke was stunned for a moment, "Ah? Not very good."
It was difficult to discern an obvious smile on Fu Yu's face, at least not one that could be recognized by artificial intelligence. But at this moment, Tang Ke seemed to see a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"This is just the beginning. There's nothing you can't do after you get married." He quoted her famous saying.
Tang Ke clenched his phone tightly, "Why don't you learn the good things instead of the bad ones?"
"Are the officials allowed to set fires but the people forbidden to light lamps?" Fu Yu glanced at her, feeling strangely happy. "Stay at my house first. I'll take you back when the repairs are done."
"Really? Don't you mind others coming to your house?" Tang Ke believed that home was a very private place and only very close people could be invited.
"I mind, but it's okay with you." Fu Yu paused for a few seconds before continuing, "You don't look like you'll cause any trouble. At most, you'll eat our two fruits."
He was panting so hard, what a daredevil. Tang Ke almost thought he was special. She snorted, "Don't flatter me. Twenty-something is the age for causing trouble."
After some inquiries, she learned that Fu Yu's house here was bought with his savings from three years of work, with his parents contributing a portion, and he paid the mortgage himself. It had two bedrooms and a living room, and the former second bedroom had been renovated into an e-sports room, which he treasured dearly.
Tang Ke is currently planning to buy a house. Her goal isn't so grand; she's just looking for a place to live alone. But her mother, who's not very ambitious, suggests buying a slightly larger house so she can have a plan when she brings her family here, along with a husband and children. Tang Ke doesn't think it's necessary. She'll have a wedding house after marriage, and that's a matter for two people. Right now, she's thinking about her own life, and it should be entirely up to her own wishes. Besides, saving for a larger house would take her forever; she might even have her children in college before she's even saved enough.
Tang Ke shared his real estate philosophy with Fu Yu, earning unanimous approval. He explained that his parents felt the same way, but he lost the argument, so he gritted his teeth and used all his savings to buy the more spacious apartment. The first year of mortgage payments was incredibly stressful, with most of his monthly salary required to be paid, and he did whatever it took to make ends meet.
"You sold it?"
Fu Yu's eyes dimmed. "Wow, that's illegal, comrade."
"I mean busking."
“That’s sold.”
During that period, Fu Yu took on a lot of outsourced work. He worked during the day, helped others with programming in his personal capacity at night, and also worked on weekends. He neglected games for a long time.
Tang Ke smiled, propping up his chin and looking out the window. The car drove into the underground garage, where each household had its own dedicated parking space. Fu Yu parked the car and took out the big umbrella from the back seat.
Tang Ke's old, shabby folding umbrella hadn't been used for anything, so she took it with her. The two of them squeezed under the same umbrella again, and as if the awkwardness had vanished, they exchanged ten sentences in just two steps.
"Please be gentle, my conscience will hurt." Fu Yu said.
"Bullshit, I'm grabbing your clothes. Can you please walk faster?" Tang Ke shrunk her shoulders as much as possible. She thought that the less space she took up, the less wet he would get.
Fu Yu tried to speed up his pace but found it impossible. The person in his arms almost tripped over his left foot and said, "If it doesn't work, let's swim. If land doesn't work, let's go by water."
"Stop talking nonsense and hold on tight."
"My conscience hurts."
"Fu Yu, what are you doing?!" Tang Ke yelled, and the man next to her actually hugged her and ran away.
In less than five seconds, they successfully hid indoors. With such a bloody scene, one would have thought that the two of them were climbing the Great Wall.
"A short pain is worse than a long one." Fu Yu let go of her, swung his umbrella, and said, "Let's go to the 7th floor."
Tang Ke adjusted her clothes modestly, followed him, and spoke in a deliberately pinched voice: "You are so manly."
"Don't be like this, I'm a little scared of you because of what you just said."
"Hahahahahaha!" Tang Ke laughed out loud, holding his waist and floating into the elevator, staggering, just like Li Bai did after drinking.
She was probably drunk, but she actually felt a little excited about going to a boy's house. She hadn't felt this way before when she went to a classmate's house. Maybe she could find out some secrets about him? Some evidence against him? She loved finding evidence against others, she was just that evil.
Both apartment buildings have one elevator per apartment, and the entrance hall is right next to the elevator. Fu Yu pulled a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, removed the transparent plastic packaging, and handed them to her. Tang Ke couldn't complain about the size 45 black slippers being uncomfortable, no matter how much he wanted to. The gray pair he was wearing was even more disgusting. It felt like anyone who wore them was called "Jianguo."
Surprisingly, his home was quite well-stocked. The owner didn't seem materialistic, yet the room was brimming with treasures. The first thing that caught her eye was a money tree on the balcony, almost as tall as she was. It stood on the west side of the living room, with a powerful presence that would evoke a tired office worker returning home after a long day, opening the door and smiling, "I'm home," even if exhausted. She suspected that during those days when his belt was tight, he knelt before the money tree and prayed.
Next up was a projector and a screen. When she was fantasizing about decorating her own little house, she'd considered whether a TV was even necessary. A projector seemed more affordable and stylish, and she hadn't expected someone else to do it before her. Good job, I'll adopt it.
There was no coffee table in front of the sofa, just a carpet, on which a game controller had fallen. Fu Yu bent down to pick it up, then glanced around desperately, checking for any other messy items that might have been exposed.
"Please sit down, I'll get you a towel to wipe yourself," he said.
"Excuse me..."
Tang Ke sat down in a corner of the sofa, his hands resting on his knees, looking around awkwardly. He knew the rules when trying to find someone to use against him, and it was difficult to do so without a search warrant. Fortunately, he didn't have to work tomorrow. Otherwise, after all this tonight, he'd be so irritable the next day that he'd feed ten Evil Sword Immortals.
She pulled out her phone to report her whereabouts to her bestie. Although this doctoral candidate at a renowned Chinese university lived over 600 kilometers away, she usually kept her informed of her whereabouts. As the saying goes, "A thread of connection connects us all, cherish this bond." Six years ago, they successfully transitioned from a nine-year, voluntary friendship to a more reserved online relationship. They only met in person during the winter and summer holidays, when the university was closed.
Tank: "I'm at Fu Yu's house now."
Studying Death: "I Don't Allow It"
"I won't allow it!!! Sex is like a knife hanging over your head! I won't allow it!! Tang Ke, do you hear me?!"
Tank: "It hurts my eyes."
"Just because I praised him once doesn't mean I'm attracted to him."
Research Death: "Oh"
"Then why are you at his house?"
Tang Ke briefly recounted the bizarre encounter that night. After she finished, her bestie sent her an emoticon of the Bikini Bottom crowd looking disdainful.
Research on Death: "I believe you didn't like him, because your eyesight is as sharp as your mouth."
"But I'm sure he's attracted to you. (A period indicates strong affirmation)"
Tang Ke disagreed. As the person involved, couldn't she feel it herself?
Tank: "Forget it, we are just ordinary allies, at most fellow patients. We have something in common but we are not attracted to each other."
"Don't even mention him liking me, he barely even looks at me."
She was telling the truth. Whenever she felt embarrassed and regretful for making a joke that crossed the line, Fu Yu would turn his face away indifferently and do his own thing, which made her feel relieved. Because of this, she knew that he did not take the joke to heart, or perhaps he just felt speechless, and was far from being "in love with her".
Although in Tang Ke's heart, Fu Yu has been classified as a friend who is familiar enough and has tacit understanding with her, she is not sure whether his view on friendship is the same as hers, so she often takes three steps forward and two steps back in her grasp of the scale, often forgetting herself and then immediately being honest and dutiful.
Unexpectedly, even after she gave a sincere explanation, she still received strong condemnation from her best friend.
Research Death: "Have you returned all the novels you've read in the past few years to the authors? Have you returned all the CP fans you've enjoyed in the past few years to your wife?!"
"He doesn't dare to look at you because he feels guilty. Doesn't that mean he's interested in you?"
There is no pure friendship between men and women
"Sister, you fished my mouth to pieces and you still think you're playing a game."
Tang Ke's heart tightened, "Am I... a scumbag?"
Research on Death: "If you stare into his eyes for a few seconds and he still can't look you in the eye, then he's definitely interested in you."
Tank: "It could also be someone..."
Research Death: "Scumbag!"
Tang Ke cried out in her heart that she was wronged. In the eyes of abstract people, there is no gender. She swore that she didn't mean it. Could it be that Fu Yu really had feelings for her?
At this time, the protagonist came out of the bedroom, changed into a refreshing white T-shirt and casual shorts, holding a towel prepared for her.
Fu Yu handed the towel to her and said, "Use it."
"Thank you." After taking it, Tang Ke did not bend down to wipe it immediately, but stared at him intently.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
In less than three seconds, he looked away.
Tang Ke thought to himself that something was wrong and his heart was pounding.
It's over, she played with the feelings of an honest man.
It’s over, this PPT will become infamous.
It’s over, this marriage is going to fail.
She lowered her head in panic, but heard Fu Yu say:
"Is there something in my eye? You're too embarrassed to tell me."
“…”
These words slid across Tang Ke's smooth cerebral cortex like the Great Compassion Mantra.
Ha ha.
She raised her head, her expression empty and without desire or expectation.
"Yes, you have eye boogers."
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