Play Nice

Chapter 164: Taking care of the injured, when I was tempted (two more)

Chen Yedu pushed open the door and turned on the light in the living room.

Qin Xiang, who was sitting in the restaurant, immediately stood up after hearing the sound: "I'm back."

It's a strange feeling to be waited for.

Chen Yedu has always been a listless and cold face that is tired of the world: "Today is not a weekend."

There was no heating in the room, and Qin Xiang's feet were numb: "Uncle Yun said you were injured, and I'll come to take care of you."

Chen Yedu turned on the heater, took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa without making a sound, as if she didn't exist.

"Have you eaten yet?" Qin Xiang was always cautious when talking to him, timid and humble.

"No."

She went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Her phone was on, playing a song.Chen Yedu knew that song and heard that it was written for depressed patients.

The kitchen is open, Chen Yedu could see Qin Xiang working back and forth in the living room, the exhaust fan was whirring, the water on the stove was tumbling, and the smell of food wafted out of the kitchen. With fireworks.

She was wearing a very old padded jacket, her hair had not been permed and dyed. It was not tough and hard like her. Her hair was soft and loose, just over her shoulders, covering half of her face.

The noodles were cooked, and two golden fried poached eggs were placed on top. She put the noodles on the table, poured a glass of water, and stood aside.

Chen Yedu put down his chopsticks after eating only a few mouthfuls.

Qin Xiang asked him, "Is it not to your taste?"

He glanced at the clothes on her body, then took out a card, black, and placed it on the table, with a tone as hard as an order: "The password is my birthday."

Qin Xiang is not like a girl of this age. She never wears makeup. The few freckles on her face make her look even more vicissitudes. She is only in her twenties and has no vitality at all.

"For me?"

Chen Yedu did not speak.

She shook her head, her thin back was straight, and she always had a tenacity in her body: "I don't need it."

Chen Yedu threw the card to the ground: "Don't pretend it for me."

He had taken too many medicines in the past few years, which had damaged his stomach, and there was a burning sensation in the stomach and a dull pain.

The black card rolled to Qin Xiang's feet, she picked it up and put it on the table.

She doesn't need money, and she even gave Chen Yedu all her savings over the years, even though he didn't want it.

Chen Yedu looked at her with terrifying indifference: "You said that, the purpose of your killing was money, who is showing this look now?"

In court that year, Qin Xiang confessed his crime, saying that he killed people because of money.

She lowered her head and put her hands on both sides, cautious and at a loss: "I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me I'm sorry, I'm tired of hearing it." Chen Yedu got up and stopped for a while when he passed Qin Xiang, "I don't need to look after him, you can go."

She didn't leave immediately, she went to collect the dishes first, put the unfinished noodles in the pot into the refrigerator, and then washed the apples brought in the bag and put them on the dining table: "I'll come back tomorrow."

Chen Yedu sat on the sofa without raising his head, his fingers pinched his palms, he could not breathe well, the blue veins on his neck were throbbing, and his chest was tight and sweating. terminally ill.

Qin Xiang carried her large canvas bag on his back, and left lightly. Just as he opened the door, Chen Yedu dragged him back and pressed it against the door.

She wasn't wearing thick clothes, and her back hurt so bad, she frowned: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yedu's eyes were not the same as usual, a layer of depression faded, hot and hot, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his breathing was uneven: "Do you want to make up for me?"

Qin Xiang nodded without hesitation.

He looked at her lips, and there were tooth marks from her own bite. He lowered his head and bit her neck.

Qin Xiang was stunned for a moment, until his neck was bitten, and then he regained his senses and called him anxiously: "Chen Yedu."

He softened his strength and lingered on her neck, not knowing whether to bite or kiss.

Qin Xiang's back was against the door. She couldn't escape, so she reached out to push him. As soon as she touched his injured left hand, she immediately shrank back, not daring to push him, so she could only keep calling his name.

"Chen Yedu."

"Chen Yedu."

She wouldn't say a single heavy word, she would just red-eyed herself.

Chen Yedu raised his head, still pressing his hand tightly on her shoulder: "You said it, make up for me."

She opened her mouth to say something.

Chen Yedu didn't wait for her to say anything, grabbed her hand, pulled her into the room, slammed the door, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed.

She was about to get up when he leaned over her.

"Don't do this." She panicked and shook her head desperately, but she never pushed him hard.

He had just had surgery on his left hand.

He held her with his right hand and tore her clothes with his teeth.

She kicked him, her eyes were red, and her voice trembled slightly: "Chen Yedu."

"Chen Yedu."

He raised his head, his eyes were very contradictory, cold and hot: "Don't call me by my name."

She suddenly stopped moving, looked at him dazedly, and murmured absently, "Ziheng..."

Zhou Ziheng again.

Chen Yedu suddenly had a splitting headache, as if something was hitting his brain and tearing his body apart. He couldn't breathe, the sweat on his forehead rolled down, and his whole body was shaking.

"Who is Zhou Ziheng? When did you know him? Where is he?"

He lost control of his emotions, his eyes cracked like thin ice, and all kinds of emotions poured out like stormy waves, until the reflection of her in his eyes was drowned.

"You're in my bed now, and he! Where is he?"

Qin Xiang didn't say anything, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

He couldn't understand her, and she could always easily anger him, make him palpitate, make him sick, and make him want to live and die.

The surgical incision was split open, and his left hand was no longer conscious. He raised his right hand and placed it on her neck, trying to strangle the woman he hated to death, but his fingers touched her neck several times, but it was useless after all.

He rolled over and sat up, turned his back, and shouted, "Get out of here!"

There was a rustling sound behind him.

Qin Xiang put on his clothes and walked out without saying a word, always bending his straight back.

She even closed the door.

Chen Yedu found cigarettes and lighters in the drawer of the bedside table. He sat on the ground, lit the cigarettes, and smoked them one by one. He smoked too hard. He didn't know whether it was lung pain or stomach pain. .

There was no window in the room, and the room was filled with smoke for a long time.

He glanced at the red bandage on his arm, the wound was torn open, he ignored it and continued to smoke, his eyes were empty, looking out the window.I don't know how long it took, the hallucinations in his ears slowly subsided, it was quiet outside, he got up and came out of the room.

The living room lights were on, and a man squatted at the entrance of the entrance, holding himself with his head down.

He was stunned for a while, then walked over and kicked her: "Didn't I tell you to get out, why are you squatting here?"

She raised her head suddenly, her eyes were red: "I dare not go," she cried, "I'm afraid that you will do stupid things if you leave..."

The last time Chen Yedu did something stupid was a year ago. When he lost a lot of blood, he was lying on the ground, his mind was full of her, her at the age of 14, her at the age of 25, the way she cried, the way she smiled The way she calls him Chen Yedu, the way her hands are covered in blood...

That year, the weather was colder than in previous years, and the flowering period of osmanthus seemed to be shorter than in previous years. There were only leaves on the tree, not a single flower, and there was a person squatting under the tree.

The boy with the basketball in his hand walked over and yelled, "Hello."

The man under the tree raised his head with tears in his eyes.

The basketball fell from his hands to the ground and rolled all the way.

"Are you crying?"

She doesn't speak.

He was a little anxious, and his tone was not very good: "Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

She stood up and grabbed his clothes: "Chen Yedu, I want to go back to my original place, can you help me?"

He looked at her for a long time, pulled the sleeve out of her hand, and pulled her hand instead: "Then... don't go back, okay?"

He thought very simply at the time, if she went back, he would never see her again.

If he knew the ending was like this, he would definitely send her away. If he knew the ending was like this, he would definitely not be tempted by a girl named Qin Xiang.

Chen Yedu crouched down: "Don't cry."

"I don't do stupid things," he said.

Qin Xiang hugged his knees and burst into tears.

He squatted down, didn't hug her, didn't pat her back, so it wasn't to coax her: "Don't cry, don't cry..."

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　　I like this pair, just a little...abusive.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)