Chapter 29:

Shen Yan's residence is not far from the hospital, and he will arrive within ten minutes of walking.
North of the city belongs to the old city. Unlike the new district where Qiqi lives, the nearby buildings are relatively old, leaving many old-style lanes and old houses.
Many of the residents here have settled here since their ancestors, most of the younger generation moved out, and the retired people have fun. Between the quiet streets and lanes, from time to time it can be seen that the old people are sitting under the eaves drinking tea and listening to the rain.
There is a quiet and simple atmosphere in the wall and outside.
In the drizzling rain, I do n’t know where the green vines hung in front of the building, and the water was dripping. The gray moss appeared on the left and right of the white wall. Occasionally, small snails were seen running down the rain. The trace slowly crawled.
"right here."
Coming to an old residential building, Shen Yan pointed to the unit closest to it.
Because it is an old house, the corridor specifications are still old, and it looks relatively low and narrow. There are a few tall linden trees standing outside the building, and the lighting is more insufficient in rainy days. When you walk in, you can hardly see the stairs under your feet.
The aisle light could have sensed the sound, but Qi Qi stepped a few steps, and did not see the light come on.
Shen Yan, who was about to support the wall and walked up in front of him, turned to him and signaled him to stop first: "The lights in the corridor were broken two days ago and have not been repaired. Don't fall if you have any injuries on your hands. Written. "
Just say that, gently reach out to him.
Fortunately, the light is a bit dark.
Qi Qi was carrying the light, and the expression on her face was buried in the shadow, but her hand slowly raised. Holding the opponent's hand for the second time, I felt more calm than before, but the temperature of my fingers was lower. Shen Yan held back silently, his palm still as warm and powerful, and led him to continue walking upwards.
On the third floor, the eyes were able to adapt to the dimness, and there was a slight cast of sunlight at the end of the corridor.
But Shen Yan's hand has not been loosened. Until the two came to the door, he had to take the key to open the door, and then put it down gently. Qi Qi stood silently in the corner of the wall and waited, her fingers together, holding her thighs sideways.
"Please come in." Shen Yan gave up a position after opening the door, beckoning him to enter the door.
This residential building has an old appearance, but it looks newer than expected, and may have been slightly renovated. The layout of the house is similar to that of ordinary residential houses, two rooms and one hall, although the place is not wide but not narrow, the size is just right.
It may be that I am used to seeing my empty apartment. When I come here, Qi Qi has a feeling that the interior is filled.
Not a feeling of crowding, but a feeling of kindness. There are a lot of furniture here, and the wood is almost all black and white. The tall closet in the living room is full of various gadgets, books, and pottery. The sofa is also filled with boxy pillows, which are soft and warm. The coffee table and dining table are very spacious and take up a lot of space. At a glance, the whole room gives a visually substantial feeling.
This is like a home-Qi Qi compared with the simple layout of his apartment empty, can't help feeling.
"Sorry, the house is a bit old." Shen Yan lowered his hands and sorted out the various pillows on the sofa to make room for him.
"No, I think it's good." Qi Chen hurriedly said.
But, seeing so many things in the room ... he might not live alone. Occupational observation sometimes brings negative thoughts to yourself, such as this.
Qi Zi thought while silently looking around, inadvertently looking for traces of other people's residence.
Seeming to be able to interpret his gaze, Shen Yan suddenly whispered, "I live alone. This house used to be my grandfather. After he passed away, everything was still there, and I didn't want to give it away, so it looks very good here. full."
Qi Qi was stunned, and the five words blurted out: "Grandpa's grandpa."
After I finished speaking, I realized what was wrong with this sentence. I quickly evaded my eyes awkwardly, and regretted that I said nothing. But Shen Yan did not mind, but smiled lightly: "Yes, grandpa's grandpa, I was raised by him."
The topic stops here, not mentioning other family members.
Qi Qi is a wise man, naturally he will not be stupid enough to take the initiative to ask these questions, and sit down silently with a complicated mind.
"What do you like to eat?" Shen Yan asked him.
"I don't have any special preferences, it's just simple, don't have to be too troublesome." Qi Po's usual diet is terrible, sometimes she is too busy at work, only biscuits for hunger all day, and home stomach medicine is a regular product. , "The email you gave me last time was very good, light and easy to get."
Shen Yan hummed, opened the refrigerator, and bent down to find the right ingredients.
Qi Qi also got up from the sofa at this time, hesitantly opening his mouth: "That ... if I can, can I help?"
To be honest, I was overwhelmed when I first heard Shen Yan's invitation. Going to dinner at home is equivalent to cooking in person. Shen Yan has sacrificed his rest time to take care of the small return period. Now he is still busy after returning from the hospital. Qi Qi always feels sorry.
Although he can only use his right hand, he can still try to deal with kitchen chores like his hands.
"Okay." Shen Yan glanced at him and nodded for a while.
Having said that ... Look at things like fire, how can I not be a help.
Qi Qi looked at the blue flame jumping on the gas stove in front of her, and the pot of clean water bubbling before boiling, and looked at Shen Yan dumbly. Shen Yan didn't stare at him, his eyebrows were low, and he sliced ​​the broccoli on the cutting board in clusters: "That's fine."
"I can do something else." Qi Chen insisted.
Since he stepped into the kitchen, he has done three things in total: digging rice, cooking rice, watching the fire, all with little effort and no skill.
Shen Yan didn't even have time to turn around, and the knife kept falling. On the desk, not only healthy food such as vegetables, eggs, tofu, but also half a catty of lean meat was added to the meat, and two fish heads were prepared for a while Boil soup. His sleeves are half-pulled, from washing to chopping vegetables to pickling with seasonings, everything is well-made, and his expression is like the concentration on the operating table. Qi Qi finally found a gap to interject.
Probably his voice was unusually serious. Shen Yan paused for a moment, paused, knocked a few eggs in the bowl, and handed him a pair of chopsticks.
"Then, you come to beat the eggs." This is what he calls substantive work.
"Shen Yan," Qi Zitou once felt that the plaster hanging on his left arm was so heavy, and the weight was directly pressed into his heart. "I really want to help, really."
"You are already helping." Shen Yan looked calm, and did not mean perfunctory. His chopping of vegetables slowed down a little, and the following sentence was said in a dumb voice in the sound of the chopping board one after another, "And ... you are willing to come over, I am very content."
The fire jumped.
The pot of water on the stove reached boiling point at this time, and the bubbles floating from the bottom of the pot broke through the water surface and began to explode a large splash of water.
The voice was like the portrayal of Qi Qi's heart at this time-the surface has been silent, but it has been heating up, gradually shaking, and finally the emotion buried in it can't restrain the upwell and burst.
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His cheeks were pale, and he was speechless for a while. The large vapour from the pot masked the slight tremor on his body.
He seemed to care about the movement of his hand.
So he would say such things.
People like Shen Yan are extremely cautious, and it is easy to notice the hints of others' behavior and make adjustments. When he knew that he had suffered from speech disorders, he also made such a hurtful reaction, which is nothing short of worse. Obviously accompanied him through the wind and rain, but now he said "satisfaction" because of the simple thing of going to the door to eat.
Several times. He always accepted his care, but instead pushed hard.
There is no more despicable behavior than this-
He lowered his eyes. The egg water in the bowl was shaking before it started to beat. The chopsticks in his hand were shaking too much. The guilt pressured his vocal cords, making his voice inaudible: "... I am actually very happy, because you are the one who invited me."
Afraid that the other party could not hear, every word was bit hard and repeated.
"Because of you, I will be so happy."
At this time, he heard the sound of the knife on the cutting board stopped.
Shen Yan sighed deeply, unable to hear whether he was relieved or entangled deeper: "I always thought you hated me."
That's where their conversation stopped.
I have n’t thought about it at all—Qi Qi actually wanted to answer that. The reason why he did not reply immediately was because when he wanted to refute, he found that many of his actions so far could not provide an argument for this, and even had a counter-effect. So he could only stand helpless.
Standing until the meals were complete and the fire went out, he finally walked out of the kitchen slowly.
It is very common to eat around the same real family dining table, but he has not done it for many years.
Outside units are entertaining, and private friends have different feelings for dinner. Knowing that the hot food in front of you is made by someone for yourself, it is a feeling of being in the heart. And the last time I experienced this kind of scene was before he ran away from home.
How many years have passed now, Qi Qi has forgotten.
Because no one had reminded him of this feeling for too long, until today, until he met the person across the table.
"Let's eat."
Shen Yan did not seem to continue the previous topic. Qi Chen nodded along with his words, whispered thanks, and sat down at the dining table.
They were only two, but five dishes and one soup were put on the table, garlic broccoli, egg flower tofu soup, fungus mushrooms, boiled pork slices, and sour bamboo fish head soup. All of them were matched with colors and fragrances, and his appetite, which could not be lifted even when he was sick, also improved.
Shen Yan filled him with a bowl of white rice that had just been cooked and placed it in front of him, placing chopsticks for him.
In addition to being out of the restaurant in the past few years, Qi Qi has barely seen the opportunity to see so many dishes in front of him. What's more, this was done in private by Shen Yan.
He couldn't even move his chopsticks: "... Your craft is really good."
Shen Yan saw that he had n’t tried anything yet, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was very light:
How do you know if you have n’t eaten yet?

"Just look at it and it's delicious." Qi Qi answered truthfully.
Suddenly he remembered the hospital lunch that accompanied him on the bed for several days-grit-like rice, over-salted bitter wheat, unflavored eggs, and the only fried tofu that was barely worthy of praise. "In the first few days after the operation, I was hospitalized alone, and no one delivered meals, so I ran to the hospital canteen every day to buy a boxed lunch. The boxed lunch was just the opposite. I knew it was hard to eat."
However, at least when he was in the most difficult time, he had his lunch box with him, and he did not die on the hospital bed.
Shen Yan suddenly said at this time: "You have lost a lot of weight compared to the time before the accident."
Qi Qi stunned, looked up at him in a trance.
Across the table, the steaming meals, the man sitting opposite looked solemn, his eyebrows fainted, his eyes stayed on his face for a long time, and whispered: "Although I chatted before, I vaguely felt ... you might It ’s been a lot of hard work. But it ’s really shocking to see you again.

Qi Qi heard the words, subconsciously raised her hand to cover half of her cheek, and asked awkwardly: "I am already so thin that it will startle you?"
I haven't known how many pounds I have lost in the past half month. I haven't mentioned it specifically, but everyone said it must be a lot of weight loss. I hope that did not make Shen Yan feel uncomfortable.
"It's not just a change in body shape, it's the whole person's appearance." Shen Yan said slowly.
His impression of Zingzi still stayed when they met in the hospital for follow-up reports of cat abuse.
At that time, Qi Qi sometimes looked tired, but the spirit of the whole person was still there, and he often smiled and greeted everyone very politely. Like a ray of sunlight in the morning, although it is not as strong as the sun at noon, the texture is light and warm, and it looks very comfortable.
Not now.
Not what he saw under the umbrella, standing alone in the corner, with thick plaster on his hands, lingering figure, and his face as dull as the city in the rain.
"Of course, his appearance will not be good, after all, he has broken his bones." Qi Qiao smiled and shook his head, smiling a little bit reluctantly.
No patient looks good.
Shen Yan shook her head gently, but didn't smile: "You obviously can be better for yourself."
Qi Qi blinked blankly.
Better, better concepts are too vague and unrealistic for his current living situation. So he began to enjoy himself in the pain of his best: "I was injured because of work, and the unit gave me a month's leave. I would take care of my illness at home, compared to the days when I was walking around and eating and sleeping irregularly. It's much better. To get rid of this kind of life can only change the job. "
Shen Yan still did not smile: "I know that reporters are usually very hard, but I don't want you to change jobs."
Turns out ... didn't he mean this?
Qi Chen stared blankly at him: "So what do you mean?"
Shen Yan withdrew his gaze, looked down at the tableware in front of him, raised his hand, and pressed the side of his finger gently against his lips. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he failed to export.
"I mean-you should find someone to take care of you."