Chapter 11
The car drove into the yard. Wen Chu, who was originally standing under the porch, saw Song Youran get out of the car and then turned and entered the villa.
"Goodbye, Uncle Zhong."
Song Youran closed the car door.
Chen Feng ran down the stairs and greeted Song Youran who had just entered the living room: "Why did you come back just now?"
Song Youran remained silent. Chen Feng followed closely behind him, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering, "The driver returned to the company empty-handed. My cousin was mad and didn't even have dinner."
Song Youran remained silent and did not respond to Chen Feng's words.
Chen Feng followed Song Youran to the stairs: "You're not having dinner either?"
Song Youran walked upstairs, entered the room, and locked Chen Feng outside.
Chen Feng tried to open the door lock, but it wouldn't open.
At the end of the corridor, Wen Chu stood there silently. Chen Feng turned his head and gave him a helpless smile.
Chen Feng thought that after a night of recovery, Song Youran would be back to normal the next day, but he didn't expect that Song Youran's loss would last day after day.
Chen Feng's feeding could not be carried out, and Wen Chu's game playing was also suspended.
Every time he finished a game and faced the slamming of his teammates, Chen Feng would wonder if he had been playing the game for real. Was his skill level that low? Were all those MVPs he'd won over the years fake?
Without his teammates' excited praise and unconcealed admiration, the word "victory" on the screen seemed dispensable and could no longer impress him.
Chen Feng threw his phone down in frustration and ran to Song Youran's room. He put his head on the desk and glared at him, "Aren't you tired?"
Song Youran did her homework in silence, like a withering flower whose leaves would fall when the wind blew.
Chen Feng yelled in dissatisfaction: "Song Youran, are you a robot that specializes in doing homework?"
Song Youran stopped writing and looked at Chen Feng quietly. After a while, she said, "I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"
For the first time, he clearly stretched out his hand and opened his palm.
The robot comes alive!
Chen Feng jumped up instantly: "Yes, yes, yes! I'll get it right away."
I can ask my cousin to help me play games in the evening.
Chen Feng pushed open the door and rummaged through the drawers in Wen Chu's room. There was a small refrigerator in Wen Chu's room. Chen Feng picked up an ice cream and put it in his mouth. He opened the cabinet next to him and squatted on the ground to search slowly.
Find a snack that Song Youran has never eaten before that will capture his stomach immediately.
In the storage basket, various snacks were sorted into categories. Chen Feng picked out some newly purchased nuts and cakes, and some of Song Youran's favorite candies. He closed the cabinet door and turned around.
Song Youran stood at the door with an expressionless face.
The things in his arms fell to the ground with a clatter. Chen Feng laughed dryly: "Why don't you wait for me in the room?"
Song Youran looked at him deeply, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Hey! I can explain."
Chen Feng chased after him, blabbering, "There are so many snacks in my brother's room, it would be a waste if I didn't take some. Besides, he wouldn't notice if I took some."
Song Youran suddenly stopped, and Chen Feng bumped into her without noticing. He rubbed his nose and cried out in pain, "Ouch, be careful!"
"Tell him to come back and talk."
Chen Feng choked on his breath and said with a wry smile, "No need, right? It's not that serious, is it?"
Song Youran stopped talking, went into the room and locked him out again.
Chen Feng didn't dare to open the door without permission again, so he took out his cell phone and called Wen Chu.
"Brother, it's over. The truth is revealed. Come back soon."
Wen Chu glanced at Secretary Cen who was walking in front of him and said softly, "I have something to do now. Let's talk about it when we get back tonight."
"It will be too late when you come back."
Chen Feng quickly explained what had just happened, "Brother, your relationship is too bad. This is definitely not my problem. Anyway, I have informed you now. What happens next has nothing to do with me."
Wen Chu said, "You made the mistake, so you should bear the consequences. Go and comfort him now, and we'll discuss everything after I come back."
Secretary Cen knocked on the office door, and Wen Chu ended the call after saying, "If you take money from someone, you must be prepared to help them avoid disaster."
Chen Feng pounded the wall angrily. At worst, he could just throw away the skins, but then he couldn't bear to part with them. It wasn't just a matter of one or two thousand yuan. He usually spent a lot of money on buying things, and his pockets were cleaner than his face.
Chen Feng returned to his room in a rage, packed a bag, and called Song Lan: "Mom, I want to go home... I don't care. If you don't come to pick me up, I will run away from home."
When Wen Chu returned to the villa, Chen Feng was nowhere to be seen.
The servant said that Song Lan came to pick up Chen Feng in the afternoon.
Wen Chu could only blame himself for his bad luck. He went upstairs and knocked on Song Youran's door. No one answered. After asking the servants downstairs, he found out that Song Youran was in the back garden.
There are actually quite a few flowers planted in the garden, but I don’t know if it’s because of the soil or neglect of care, only one or two bright colors appear on individual branches in early spring.
Song Youran stood by the water tank with a can of fish food in her hand.
There is a water tank half a person's height with water lilies in it, and under the water lilies there is a goldfish's wagging tail.
Wen Chu walked over: "Uncle, are you looking for me?"
The sound startled the fish under the water, causing the water surface to ripple. The bright red fish dropped the floating fish food and sank to the bottom of the water.
The lights in the courtyard were dim, illuminating a small corner. The surroundings were encroaching with darkness, and the outlines of people became blurred.
Song Youran threw food into the water, muttering to herself, "What a great honor!"
Wen Chu explained: "I have something to do during the day."
At that time, Song Hongtao wanted to see him and really couldn't leave.
The light floats on the water surface, and the bottom of the water is dark. Occasionally, the water surface shakes, and bright colors pass by, and the food floating on the water surface will become less.
Song Youran paid attention to the movements in the water tank and licked some fish from time to time.
"Do you want to raise fish?"
fish culture?
Wen Chu lowered his eyes and looked at the water tank. These goldfish were taken care of by others, so there was no need for him to raise them.
"No." Wen Chu refused decisively.
Fish living in water find it difficult to interact with humans, and they cannot be played with in the hands. Apart from feeding them, which can provide a little fun, they are not as good as cloud pets in the live broadcast room.
"Really not raising it?"
Song Youran's expression was indifferent, as if she was just asking casually and didn't care about Wen Chu's answer.
Wen Chu was about to shake his head, but somehow, he felt that the corners of Song Youran's calm and unpredictable mouth seemed to be tightly pursed. Suddenly, an idea came to him and he changed his answer.
"keep."
Song Youran reached out and touched the water surface, causing ripples to spread. "Do you really want to raise it?"
Wen Chu grabbed the seam of his pants and said affirmatively: "Raise it!"
Song Youran put down the fish food: "Okay, I understand."
Without even glancing at Wen Chu, he turned and was about to leave. Wen Chu quickly grabbed Song Youran's arm and asked, "Uncle?"
Wen Chu hadn't called Song Youran like this for a long time, and Song Youran hadn't heard this name for a long time.
Song Youran seemed to have just woken up from a dream. The expression in his eyes changed, but he quickly returned to his former superior look. He frowned and said, "Don't touch me!"
Wen Chu let go of Song Youran's arm and watched him walk out of the yard.
Wen Chu has an online friend he has been chatting with for several years. He asked the other person on the phone: What does it mean when an elder asks me if I keep fish?
Xiaofengsongyue: He doesn’t want to keep the fish anymore, so he wants you to take over.
Wen Chu didn’t think that was the case. Where did Song Youran get the fish?
He put down his phone, came back from taking a shower, and asked Xiaofengsongyue about the novel that had been recommended to him before.
Wen Chu: There are a few books that are not very good, so I haven’t finished reading them.
Xiaofengsongyue: [Surprised] Which books?
Wen Chu sent over a few book titles.
Xiaofengsongyue: [No way] I think these books are very good, why do you think they are not good?
Wen Chu: No buns.
Xiaofengsongyue: Oh, you like steamed buns. I have a special article about raising babies here. I’ll sort it out and send it to you tomorrow.
Wen Chu sent a starry eye and then a red envelope.
The morning breeze sends the moon in seconds.
Xiaofengsongyue: [Worship the Boss]
After that night, Song Youran never looked for Wen Chu again. Wen Chu began to doubt whether the conversation that night really happened or whether it was just his illusion.
The book list sent by Xiaofengsongyue was forwarded by Wen Chu to Secretary Cen. A few days later, the book list was turned into an extra-large cardboard box and delivered to Wen Chu.
Wen Chu casually opened a novel, and the content inside was more than 80%.
It is indeed a good book.
Lying in bed in the middle of the night, half asleep and half awake, he heard someone knocking on the door. Wen Chu threw back the quilt and went to open the door in his slippers.
Song Youran, wearing pajamas, stood at the door, her eyelids drooping limply. "I'm hungry."
Wen Chu quickly let Song Youran in, asked him to sit on the sofa, and pushed a white box over.
When the lid is opened, there are all kinds of cocoa products inside.
It was the first time Song Youran had seen so much chocolate, and her mouth started to turn sour again. Some people had nothing, while others had everything...
He picked up one of the boxes, which had a brown outer packaging. A few months ago, when Assistant He delivered something, he had seen a similar box when he was standing at Wen Chu's door.
This is what's inside the box.
There are small grids crisscrossed horizontally and vertically, and the chocolates squatting inside are all naked. They have different shapes, slightly different colors, and different tastes.
Wen Chu held his cheeks with both hands. When Song Youran picked up a chocolate and put it in his mouth, his eyelids moved slightly.
Success!
Without coercion or intimidation, Song Youran ate what he gave her.
During this time, the two of them were silent. One ate seriously, the other watched attentively. One had a bitter taste in his mouth, the other was filled with joy...
They started a new way of getting along: during the day they were still distant strangers, each busy with their own lives; when night fell and the villa became completely quiet, Song Youran would push open Wen Chu's door, and Wen Chu would regularly update the food in the cabinet.
There is a model in the glass cabinet, about the height of two palms, with small and delicate parts, which looks very complicated.
Song Youran folded his arms, bent over and stared at it. Wen Chu opened the glass cabinet door, took out the model and handed it to him.
Song Youran glanced at him indifferently, snorted, and left. She picked up the potato chips on the table, leaned back on the sofa and ate them. After eating a few pieces, she felt bored and threw them back on the table.
Wen Chu placed the model next to the potato chips and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"
Song Youran frowned. "It's the same thing every day. I'm tired of it."
People are like this. When they have nothing, they only want a little. When they get a little, they feel that it is too little.
"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it tomorrow."
Song Youran grabbed the bag of potato chips on the table in annoyance and crushed the chips inside with a crunching sound.
"How am I supposed to know what I want to eat? I've only tried a few things."
Wen Chulai should not have to bear all that resentment and anger.
Wen Chu didn't know what Song Youran wanted. He seemed to have become stupid again all of a sudden. If Chen Feng was here, could he solve the problem quickly?
Why can't Song Youran treat him the same way she treats Chen Feng?
He picked up his tablet and searched on the web for "I don't know what snacks I want to eat, any recommendations?" The most common answer he got was that people should eat less snacks because they are bad for the body.
Wen Chu put down the tablet and asked, "Shall I ask the chef to make you a bowl of noodles?"
Song Youran was unhappy: "The chef can cook noodles for me? It's enough if he doesn't report me."
Wen Chu explained: "I told him it was cooked for me, and he won't report you."
Song Youran was still unhappy, but not that unhappy. He picked up the model on the table and removed its wings.
Wen Chu went downstairs and called the chef to get up and cook noodles.
Wen Chu didn't have the habit of eating midnight snacks. Although the chef found it strange, he still cooked a bowl of noodles according to Wen Chu's request.
Twenty minutes later, Song Youran went into the bedroom, and Wen Chu opened the door to let the chef with the tray in.
The chef put down the bowl and cutlery and said, "You didn't like spicy food before, so I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to handle too much chili. I put some in a small bowl for you. You can add as much as you like."
After sending the chef away, Wen Chu locked the door and went to the bedroom to call for help.
The floor lamp illuminated the head of the bed. Song Youran sat on the edge of the bed, holding the mobile phone that was originally placed on the bedside table - Wen Chu's mobile phone.
Wen Chu knocked on the door and said, "The noodles are coming."
Song Youran didn't feel the slightest bit of shame about peeking at other people's phones. She brought Wen Chu's phone to the living room, picked up her chopsticks in one hand and held the phone in the other. While eating, she asked, "What's the password?"
"It's my birthday."
Song Youran's chopsticks hit the edge of the bowl with a disapproving sound. "Who knows when your birthday is?"
Wen Chu said a string of numbers, and after Song Youran entered them, the screen unlocked.
"Next time, when I ask you something, just give me the answer directly, don't beat around the bush."
Song Youran looked at Wen Chu's phone for a while, but didn't find anything interesting, so she put the phone down and concentrated on eating noodles.
The deluxe version of seafood noodles contains seafood, beef rolls, and vegetables. Song Youran took a few bites, picked up the small bowl next to it, and poured all the chili oil into it.
The lips were dyed red and the air became slightly spicy.
Wen Chu lowered his head and opened the book on his lap.
Song Youran slurped the noodles, occasionally stealing a glance at Wen Chu who was sitting opposite her.
Aren’t you angry about this?
He forgot that he had done anything more outrageous than what he did today.
He is indeed a wooden man, he thought.
Having lived in the same house for many years, how could Song Youran not know Wen Chu's birthday?
Every time it was Wen Chu’s birthday, the Wen family would send someone to deliver cakes and gifts. The cake was so big, taller than a person, that it could not be finished. After distributing it to the servants in the villa, there was still a lot left, but Song Youran only took a small bite.
Of course, Song Youran didn't want to miss that piece of cake; he was envious of the whole cake.
Xie Xueruo also bought a cake for Song Youran. Although it was not as big as Wen Chu's cake, it was not small either. However, as the birthday girl, Song Youran could give others a full plate of cake, but could only give herself a small bite.
Xie Xueruo said that eating too much sweet food can easily lead to weight gain.
No matter whose birthday it is, Song Youran or Wen Chu, Wen Chu is the one who eats the most cake. Wen Chu can eat cake as if it were a meal. He doesn't need to follow certain foods and can eat as much as he wants every day, but he has never gained weight.
Of course, Song Youran’s resentment towards Wen Chu was not just because of these two cakes.
Some people are just not meant to be together.
"What the hell is this?" Song Youran suddenly exploded.
Wen Chu put down the book and came over: "What's wrong?"
“It tastes terrible!”
Song Youran deliberately threw the chopsticks into the bowl, and the soup splashed, hitting Wen Chu's face.
Wen Chu felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
Song Youran couldn't see it. He was only concerned about the grease stains on the back of his hand. He stood up and cursed, "How annoying."
After washing her hands, she came out and saw Wen Chu still squatting beside the low table, his movements unchanged. Song Youran felt a headache coming on: "Are you sick?"
Wen Chu raised his face, his eyes were red and bloodshot.
Song Youran complained inwardly: I thought you had a very good temper, but it turns out you're just like this, you're so angry.
He breathed a sigh of relief. That was it. It was over. What was the point of talking about whether to support the child or not? It was ridiculous.
When he was about to leave, his sleeve was pulled.
Song Youran lowered her head. Wen Chu opened her red eyes and said, "I'll ask the chef to make it again for you."
In the past, every time I faced Xie Xueruo, was I also so humble and pitiful?
Is the angle from which he looked down at Wen Chu the same angle from which Xie Xueruo looked down at him?
is that so?
Is this what it feels like to be prayed for while standing on a high place?
"Is it okay?" Wen Chu asked him. Although his face was still expressionless, his clenched fingers revealed his feelings.
It turns out that the wooden man is not made of wood.
Song Youran took a deep breath and seemed to see a rope wrapped around her.
There is another rope before this rope.
One end of the rope was tied around his neck, and the other end was held in Xie Xueruo's hand. Xie Xueruo could loosen or tighten it as she pleased, and he had no way to stop her.
Not long ago, he tried to cut the rope, but failed. Now a new rope appeared, but this time it was tied to someone else's neck, and the other end of the rope was in his hand. He could loosen it or tighten it as he pleased, and Wen Chu had no way to stop it.
Song Youran took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then sat down and said to Wen Chu, "No need."
He picked up his chopsticks and went back to eating noodles. "It's not good to waste food."
Song Youran finished the bowl of noodles very slowly. In the past, when he was hungry, he had no choice but to eat at such an abnormal speed. Now, he hasn't been hungry for a long time.
The reason why he ate so slowly was because he felt that once he finished this bowl of noodles, he would never be able to go back to the past.
The past may not have been good, but there were always things he was unwilling to give up and wanted to hold on to.
call!
He put down his chopsticks, his stomach full but his heart empty.
Something peeled off from him and could never be stuck back again after he completely grasped the rope that was tied around Wen Chu's neck.
Wen Chu knew nothing. He looked at Song Youran with bright eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and the corners of his red eyes were very wet, but he could not shed tears.
Wen Chu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and his eyes became even redder after rubbing.
Song Youran watched his movements quietly for a long time, then stood up and said, "I'm going back."
After opening the door, I couldn't help but look back.
Wen Chu was still squatting beside the table, looking at him calmly with no sadness or joy on his face.
That's it.
Song Youran walked out of the room.
There is still a long way to go, I hope he won’t regret it in the future.
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