Chapter 57: All Lost in the Panic Trembling, Being Cherished...
Turn the induction cooker back on, stir-fry the golden egg liquid twice, cook it tender, and serve it directly.
Yu Chen opened a bottle of good wine to go with the meal.
Take a sip of wine, taste a bite of scrambled eggs, chew slowly, and you will be able to enjoy the scrambled eggs with tomatoes with the elegance and enjoyment of a Michelin three-star restaurant.
After finishing the dish, I wiped the plate of scrambled eggs with bread to make sure there was no soup left.
"Thank you for the treat. The eggs are delicious." Yu Chen picked up the tablecloth embroidered with blue bellflowers and slowly wiped his lips, not hiding the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Ah...you're welcome." Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he had been distracted.
Yu Chen noticed the hesitation in his tone, turned his eyes away, and said quietly:
"You seem a little absent-minded today. Is there anything else bothering you besides the eggs?"
Faced with the mermaid's questions, Bai Ling began to feel uneasy for some reason.
He looked at the messy juice stains on the plate, and what came to his mind was not the sweet and sour tomatoes, but...
Blood-stained glass, shattered windowsills, the deep orange sunset flipped, turned upside down, and fell in the pupils...
This scene played out again and again before his eyes, leaving him in a daze. When he woke up a little, he found himself sitting in the bathtub and the water was cold.
He didn't remember what Yu Chen had asked just now, nor how he got to the bathroom.
This had happened once before when he was drunk in the square.
His mental disorder seemed to have followed this long-broken soul into this life.
Like a maggot attached to the bone.
Bai Ling stood up with his numb legs, stepped out of the bathtub, bent down and wiped his blocked body with a bath towel.
He glanced casually at the mirror.
The person in the mirror had a pale face, bluish lips, and a curved spine with protruding vertebrae, like a rickety skeleton. The eyes had a familiar vague look, but the face looked young and somewhat unfamiliar.
He was dazed for a moment and did not recognize that this was his 19-year-old self.
You can't blame him for this.
In the last twenty years of his previous life, Bai Ling was more accustomed to seeing another face in the mirror.
A face that was so scarred that it was once unrecognizable.
The guns on the battlefield are blind and explosions occur frequently. I have to go to the ICU again and again. It is a miracle that I can still be alive. No one cares how many indelible scars there are on my face and neck.
When the captured enemy alphas saw his true appearance, they were often so frightened that they trembled and called him "ugly devil!" in fear.
In the last two years, his organs failed, his internal organs were cramping, and he took handfuls of painkillers all day long. He was more haggard than a ghost.
People on the street avoided him as much as possible, fearing that he was carrying some infectious disease.
Not like now.
Bai Ling touched his face.
He is young and neat, and the alphas on the field flock to him mostly because of his face.
The mermaid could not see this appearance and did not ask him what he looked like.
Bai Ling unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.
Yu Chen was probably the only person who kissed him without any hesitation without even asking what he looked like.
wrong……
Blurry images flashed through his mind.
It seems there is someone else.
His breath hitched, as if he saw a silhouette against the light, and felt the gradually approaching breath on the tip of his nose. Finally, while trembling in panic, he was kissed cherishingly at the corner of his eye.
Who is that?
An epileptic-like tingling sensation arose beneath his cerebral cortex, forcing him to stop thinking.
But Bai Ling's body still did not warm up.
So he hugged the pillow, kicked open the door of the master bedroom, and threw himself into the mermaid's bed.
"I'm cold and want to get warmer," he said matter-of-factly.
The mermaid understood what he meant, stood up, pulled out two tissues from the bedside, asked him to turn around, hugged him from behind, and began a gentle and long soothing.
That night, he was nervous and couldn't vent.
This is his problem, not Yu Shen's.
Bai Ling gently pushed the mermaid's hand away, turned around, and embedded himself in the mermaid's arms, hugging this beautiful big thing with his hands and feet.
“So clingy.” The mermaid whispered softly, her tone filled with helplessness.
The lights in the room were off and the light was dim.
He raised his eyes and saw the mermaid's chiseled face was covered in a shadow, blurry and yet oddly familiar.
He had had a similar illusion since he first met Yu Chen and kissed that cheek in the dimness of the terrace.
In fact, he was not so casual as to kiss a stranger easily.
Bai Ling's heartbeat quickened for no reason, and a faint sound came from his throat. He wanted to ask something, but stopped abruptly.
Then he did something odd.
Slowly pinching the depressed jaw, turning to a specific angle, like a damaged videotape, with a partially stuck frame, little by little, trying to overlap with a certain picture...
Yu Chen suddenly grabbed his wrist, sat up and turned on the small wall lamp.
Warm light suddenly appeared, and Bai Ling blinked in confusion. His gray pupils shrank into a needle like a cat that was not fully asleep.
"What's wrong?" Yu Chen gently stroked his forehead and smoothed his short hair.
Bai Ling looked up at the other person, her golden hair hanging down, shining brightly, like a dream from the old times.
In my previous life, it was a dream that I would never have dared to dream of.
"Click" he turned off the wall lamp, and hooked his arm around the mermaid's neck. Bai Ling's cold lips pressed against his Adam's apple, moving almost silently:
"Kiss my eyes."
The two of them were so close that Bai Ling could feel the mermaid's body vibrate for a moment.
The mermaid did not answer him. Instead, she pushed him down on the pillow impatiently, pulled up the quilt, sealing the two of them in a closed and narrow space, and responded to his demands excessively with a long, predatory deep kiss.
Bai Ling turned his head slightly, and stared at the ceiling with swaying shadows through the gaps in the mermaid's hair.
No matter what you ask for, you will always be given more...
This thought suddenly occurred to him.
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Bai Ling slept until noon.
The room was filled with a light floral scent. He rubbed his eyes and turned his head, and in a daze he saw a jasmine bud next to the pillow.
Jasmine is one of the few flowers he can name, and it symbolizes pure, simple and faithful love.
He was so familiar with it not for any romantic reason or anything like that.
In the past, the house he rented was very damp, and the musty smell could not be dissipated all year round. After smelling it for a long time, he would wonder if he was dead too, with mold growing on his body and his corpse forgotten there.
By that time, all the comrades he could talk to had died. He had no one to confide in regarding these trivial matters of life, and only occasionally told them to Mr. D.
He would type slowly, speaking words that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
[Compass]: I seem to be moldy, and there are mushrooms growing in my throat.
About a week later, the other party replied to him.
[Desserped]: Want some air freshener? Maybe it will make you feel better.
It's a very rational statement.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, staring at the line of words, with a big hole in his heart.
He didn't realize at the time that the strange words he said when he was mentally ill were just an attempt to get a word of comfort from someone who put themselves in his shoes.
Bai Ling nodded numbly. Maybe the other party was right. This was really just an illusion caused by a bad mood.
In a panic, I found a reason for my helplessness.
He couldn't wait to search all his pockets, collect three dollars, and go to the smuggler's store.
He rolled his swollen and painful eyeballs, propped up his wooden legs, and half-crouched in front of the shelf in an extremely awkward posture, just to see where the cheapest label was.
Jasmine-scented air freshener is the cheapest, costing eight dollars.
Not enough money.
He limped back and came out with a chessboard tucked under his arm.
The gang's pawnshop was already familiar with him, and when they saw him, they greeted him: "Hey, Cripple Stake, have you finally made up your mind to sell your medal?"
He shook his head and said, "I'm not selling my medal. I'll mortgage my chessboard for five dollars."
"Five dollars? What are you dreaming about? This thing is too broken to be thrown into the garbage dump. I won't take it. Take it and leave."
He didn't leave, but stood in front of the counter and repeated softly, "Only five dollars."
After saying this, he arched his back violently.
Cough cough...cough cough cough...
Perhaps because he was coughing too much and affecting the business at the door, an alpha walked out and threw five dollars to him.
Bai Ling picked up the money and put the chessboard on the counter without saying a word.
The other person held a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at him, and accepted it.
As he walked out the door, Bai Ling heard the waiter calling him:
"Boss Kunan..."
Afterwards, he had a hint of jasmine on him, covering up the terrible musty smell.
People seemed less disgusted with him, and did not throw the flyers on the ground immediately after taking them from him.
During that time, he once thought that his life would get a little better.
He even fantasized that if he recovered from his illness one day and could go to see Mr. D, he would definitely buy a real jasmine flower and give it to the other person.
This has nothing to do with romance, it's just some selfish gratitude from him.
However, life never gave him complete hope. It always gave him half and then smashed the other half in front of him.
Before long, he began to cough up blood frequently and was often awakened by feelings of near death.
Bai Ling soon realized that he might not survive that spring.
The rent is only paid until April. In the last week of April, can he still wait for hope?
[Desserped]: Sorry for the late reply. How have you been lately?
[Compass]: I'm fine. I have freshener. all is well.
He has learned to lie expertly.
The air freshener had been used up long ago, and he hid the empty bottle next to his pillow, where he could easily reach it.
The rattlesnake rusted on the side of the road, his remaining money was gone, his refrigerator was empty, and he couldn't afford luxuries like air freshener.
[Desserped]: You said you were planning to move soon, have you found a house yet?
[Compass]: Look carefully. Maybe move back to the old place.
During the wet and rainy rainy season, we moved back to the square and lived in a tent under the sculpture, hoping to live a little longer.
If I can make it to summer, maybe I can save enough money to eat watermelon.
Life will always get better.
[Desserped]: Playing chess?
[North Light]: Down.
[Desserped]: We've played against each other 26,871 times, and you haven't won once.
[Compass]: I will win next time.
[Desserped]: When is the next time?
[Compass]: I don’t know. It could be, the next time you’re online.
There was silence on the other side for a long time. After a while, the status changed to "input in progress"...
[Desserped]: Let’s get started.
Bai Ling looked at the date on the upper right corner of the terminal with a swaying gaze, and was hesitant to press the start button.
April 28, 6:08 p.m.
Two more days.
[Compass]: I want to make an unreasonable request.
[Desserped]: What's the request?
[Compass]: If I win, I want to meet you.
[Desserped]: OK.
Bai Ling thought, he is such an easy person to talk to.
In that game of chess, Mr. D played poorly and lost the entire match.
Bai Ling won, and the win was expected.
The two of them understood each other tacitly, but with different thoughts in mind, they looked forward to meeting tomorrow.
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