Chapter 8
Yao Yingmo sent Li Yicheng to the subway station.
Li Yicheng hesitated and kept talking to Yao Yingmo for nearly half an hour.
The two of them stood next to the entrance of the subway station. Passersby kept looking at them, but she ignored them.
"It's getting late, you should get into the station." Feeling the gazes of passersby, Yao Yingmo interrupted the small talk and urged them, "You have a long subway ride, don't leave it too late."
The night was almost dark, and the next day was another normal working day. Li Yicheng's idea of staying overnight was ruthlessly rejected by Yao Yingmo.
Li Yicheng obediently entered the station, but he looked back every three steps, and the worry on his face never left his face.
"Call me if you have something to say, or if you're in a bad mood!"
Finally, she shouted.
Yao Yingmo waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, go home quickly and be careful on the road."
After finally sending the person away, Yao Yingmo walked towards the supermarket.
Zhou Yu never ate well at school because he hated the crowded cafeteria and didn't go to eat. He lived on lunch brought by his roommates and cheap bread from the convenience store.
Yao Yingmo told him several times that he didn't need to save money, but he didn't listen to a word he said.
It's not easy to come back to eat, so the nutrition must be balanced.
She picked out pork, chicken legs and a fish, and was about to go to the vegetable section when someone tapped her shoulder.
"Xiao Yao."
Yao Yingmo turned around and greeted politely, "Aunt Liu."
"Are you here to buy groceries?" Aunt Liu looked into Yao Yingmo's cart familiarly. After looking through it, she praised with great satisfaction, "You picked a good selection of tomatoes. Do you usually cook them?"
Yao Yingmo nodded.
"You've been here two or three years, and this is the first time I've seen you in the supermarket. I thought you young people didn't cook."
Yao Yingmo thought of her next-door neighbor, who never cooks.
What Aunt Liu said was not entirely wrong, except that the young man who did not cook was not present.
Yao Yingmo said, "I go out more often at night, so it might not be easy for me to run into you."
Aunt Liu nodded in understanding, then changed the subject, "Xiao Yao, you're fine. I really don't understand that young man next door. How can someone not even have a kitchen at home? Don't they even need to eat?"
Yao Yingmo: "Aunt Liu, you know this too?"
Is it common knowledge that Mr. Shi doesn’t have a kitchen installed?
"Oh, how could I not know about this? I saw it when it was being decorated."
They clearly lived on different floors, and no one knew how Aunt Liu "saw" it.
Yao Yingmo stood in awe.
Aunt Liu's reputation as a know-it-all within a hundred miles is truly well-deserved.
When Yao Yingmo heard other neighbors talking about this in the elevator one time, he thought it was exaggerated, but now he has seen it with his own eyes.
She didn't dare ask more questions, for fear that Aunt Liu had "seen" something about her and would tell her in person.
Yao Yingmo cleverly changed the subject, "Aunt Liu, I'm planning to make a pot of vegetable soup. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Hey, you're right to ask me. The most important thing about vegetable soup is the vegetables themselves. It's best to pick ones that are naturally sweet, so they'll taste fresh and sweet. Supermarket vegetables are still a little lacking. If you can get up early in the morning and go to the market, you'll find the best ones, and they'll be cheaper too."
Aunt Liu enthusiastically took Yao Yingmo to pick things along the way, and she never stopped talking during the whole process.
When he arrived at the checkout counter, Yao Yingmo's cart was already full.
The clerk ignored the reusable bag she brought with her, took out a large cardboard box from under the cash register, and put her purchases in it one by one.
"Do you need door-to-door delivery?"
Yao Yingmo glanced down.
“…Okay, thank you.”
Yao Yingmo said goodbye to Aunt Liu at the supermarket entrance.
Aunt Liu accompanied her to pick out ingredients, and forgot everything she wanted to buy, so she walked back to the supermarket.
On the way home, Yao Yingmo started to have a headache.
She lives alone. How long will it take her to finish the food she just bought?
Zhou Yu comes over on weekends and we eat three meals at most, but we still can’t finish it.
But what Aunt Liu threw into her cart were all fresh vegetables, which could not be kept for long.
We have to find a way to deal with it.
Until she saw the bag hanging on her door handle.
There was a small note in the bag. The words on it were very concise and it was hard to tell whether it was a courtesy or a genuine expression of appreciation.
The sense of distance caused by social anxiety is confirmed once again.
The only difference is that we know his last name is Shi.
It's a good start.
Maybe after feeding it a few more times, it will get used to it.
Next time I’ll know the full name, and the next time I’ll see the face.
It just so happened that she had extra food, which was perfect as a prop to build good neighborly relations.
Yao Yingmo had a plan, but did not implement it immediately.
On the one hand, I feel that we need to observe and proceed step by step.
He stays in a shell made of a hoodie and a mask all day long. When trying to open it, you have to speak softly and carefully, otherwise the shell will be completely closed.
Back then, it took her a long time to slowly get Zhou Yu to open his shell.
On the other hand, there is no chance.
Since returning the lunch box that day, she has not seen Mr. Shi again.
He hasn't been home for three consecutive days.
Friday noon.
Yao Yingmo got up and walked to the window to bask in the sun as usual.
The midday sun shines on the glass windows of the street shops, and the reflected light is so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at it.
Yao Yingmo subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and turned to look at the flower shop next to the door which was full of green plants.
It is said that green protects the eyes.
In the natural green with different shades, an unnatural light green breaks in.
The light green figure was staggering, its feet barely leaving the ground as it walked, and it was dragging along slowly.
Yao Yingmo frowned.
Something is wrong.
Is this drunkenness or illness?
My eyes followed the staggering figure until he stepped onto the steps leading to the downstairs door.
Yao Yingmo put on his coat, walked out of the house and waited in front of the elevator.
She waited for the elevator doors to open.
If the person who comes out is a patient, even if it scares others, you should hold him back and see if he needs to go to the hospital.
As someone who lives alone, she knows the dangers of collapsing at home alone. If possible, she doesn't want this to happen to her neighbors.
Every possible help counts.
But if the person who comes out is a drunk, just turn around and go home, and there is no need to communicate further.
Yao Yingmo thought clearly, but he didn't expect that when the elevator door opened, the person inside staggered and fell forward softly.
She took a quick step forward and held out her hands to catch the person.
He was heavier than she'd guessed, and because he was exhausted, he completely pressed down on Yao Yingmo. She almost fell backwards, and her shoes slid back a step before she could stand firm.
She quickly lowered her head, felt around with her fingertips, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was still breathing.
Yao Yingmo was just about to help the man sit down against the wall so that he could call an ambulance when he felt a slight movement.
Shi Xuze's breathing stopped when he found himself being supported by slender yet strong arms and a faint fragrance surrounding him.
Why is he being held by Miss Yao!
Oh yes, he fainted due to exhaustion.
Just a few days ago, I made up my mind to let Miss Yao see my normal side, but the result is the current situation.
Well, now he's just seen as a rude, ill-healthy person. It's terrible.
It would be better to just let him stay unconscious and not wake up.
"woke up?"
A cold and emotionless voice sounded in his ears. Shi Xuze immediately stood up and looked up with trepidation.
Her furrowed brows showed that she was very unhappy at the moment.
It's over, he made people angry.
He is now a liar who is impolite, in poor health, and pretends to be unconscious.
what to do?
Shi Xuze lowered his eyes and waited for the verdict, not daring to say a word.
Yao Yingmo had no idea of his complex mental activity. She only glanced at his still pale face and took out her phone. "Wait, I'll call an ambulance for you."
Didn't you want to scold him?
Miss Yao is such a good person.
Wait, he doesn't need to go to the hospital.
"No, no need."
Yao Yingmo heard his voice for the first time, coming out from the mask. It was muffled and a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, resulting in a difficult and stagnant feeling when he uttered the first word.
His voice sounded familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.
This thought flashed through Yao Yingmo's mind quickly and was thrown behind him. After all, he would meet people as long as he went out. There were so many people passing by him every day. It was reasonable that one or two of them had similar voices occasionally.
What is more important at the moment is this boy who looks very weak.
"Don't go to the hospital? You just fainted."
Yao Yingmo's tone was a bit fierce, which made Shi Xuze imagine Sister Chang standing in front of him.
But he wasn't sick.
He was just too tired.
During the three days locked in the studio, not only he, but a group of people who were eager to do a good job did not sleep much. They just worked so hard, and Sister Chang was on vacation. No one forced them to stop, so they finished the work accidentally, and when they came to their senses, three days had passed.
This situation is not uncommon, and you will be fine after going home and getting some sleep.
I don’t know what happened this time, but I couldn’t make it to my bed at home and fell into a coma again.
He wanted to answer that he just needed to go home and sleep, but looking at Miss Yao, he thought of the lunch box he had eaten before being locked up in the studio.
Feeling the saliva growing in his mouth, he scooped it up and said, "I'm hungry."
He fainted from hunger.
In other words, it's probably low blood sugar.
At this time, you just need to take a piece of candy for emergency treatment and then have a regular meal.
but……
"Do you have any food at home?"
Shi Xuze shook his head, "I'll order takeout."
Delivery is too slow.
Yao Yingmo couldn't help but frown again.
Shi Xuze was frightened by this frown. He didn't know what he said wrong and didn't dare to speak or move.
"Stand here and wait."
Yao Yingmo threw down a few words and turned back home, leaving the door open.
I’m a little slow in cooking now, and I happen to have some bread in the refrigerator that I bought a few days ago, so I can microwave it for him.
Although bread needs to be baked in the oven to be crispy and delicious, microwaves are fast and can be eaten in just a few seconds.
Mr. Shi outside didn't look like he could wait long.
I don't know how long he has been hungry.
Yao Yingmo put the hot bread on a plate, and then grabbed two candies from the coffee table and held them in his hand.
Glancing outside, she saw Mr. Shi standing outside the door. He looked extremely well-behaved, his eyes fixed on his toes, not wandering around or looking towards her house.
It's just that he looks like he's going to collapse again at any moment.
Yao Yingmo withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace.
"Here, this is for you."
A plate was placed in his hand. Shi Xuze was startled and looked down to find that it was a piece of bread.
Just as he was about to speak, candy was stuffed into his palm again.
"Eat the candy first," Yao Yingmo instructed, "and then eat the bread."
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