Chapter 22:

Pippi fell asleep tiredly, but started a fever in the early hours of the morning, and the whole body was hot and blistering in his mouth. Pippi has always believed in his own resistance, and would not go to the hospital in this situation. Now he refused to go even more, for fear of being checked by a doctor, he blindly wrapped the quilt and sweated, and the fever subsided at noon.
Except for giving her several ice cubes, Helan Jingting has been sitting quietly on the sofa next to her bed and touching a thick braille book.
Pippi sat up dazedly, the quilt slipped off her shoulders, she realized that she was still naked, and she couldn't help but utter an "ah".
"What is it called? I can't see it again." He said coldly. Throw her a pile of clothes at hand.
Last night's clothes were all washed and dried. She took it, thanked him, and said to him: "It's getting late, I have to go to work. The ministry is going to check the files this afternoon."
Helan Jingting stood up and walked to the door: "We will leave after eating."
She froze for a moment and asked, "You... have...someone to eat?"
He said: "I can fry eggs."
The room was very dark and dry, floating with the fragrance of wood fern. There is heating, so it is warm.
He led her through the dim living room to the east kitchen, politely holding her arm along the way, as if she would faint at any time.
Helan Jingting has a small but modernly designed kitchen: a green vaulted ceiling, a white wallpaper with a seaweed pattern, and a lot of exotic rattan plants hanging on the head. Pippi knows only Chlorophytum and Golden rattan. Kind. There is a huge refrigerator standing next to the window, tall as a person. The Liulitai seems to be idle, with aloe vera and cactus blooming safflower. Two tall fragrant dracaenas are planted in one corner of the floor, with sparse branches and leaves, green wax on the leaves, spotless, and the shape and color are so perfect that Pipi almost thought it was plastic.
"Come to get to know my kitchen." Helan Jingting patted the refrigerator and said, "Its name is Xiaobai."
Pippi looked at him in surprise.
He pointed to the stove again: "I call it Xiaohei.-Our fox family has a strong memory and likes to name various things."
It turns out that every piece of furniture has a name. Each pot of flowers he raises also has its own name. Pippi pointed to himself: "Then did you call me Xiao Huang?"
"I call you Pippi. Although I hate these two words the most." He half smiled, "Xiao Huang is the name of the cupboard."
"Since you are not eating, what do you want the stove to do?"
"Well. I try to mingle with humans, and I will have guests too."
He fumbled to find a brand new pot from the cabinet and put it on the gas stove.
When the ignition was on, the gas hissed out, not for a long time, and after a few seconds, it burned violently with a loud noise. Seeing Pippi was frightened.
A smoke came from the bottom of the pot, and Pippi suddenly smelled a mushy smell.
"What's muddled?"
He turned the bottom of the pot over and brought it in front of her: "Is there anything on it?"
Pippi looked at it and said softly, "It's a self-adhesive trademark, you forgot to expose it." After that, he peeled off the remaining paper with a knife, "It's all right now."
He took out two eggs from the refrigerator, knocked one out, and put them in the pot. He is very unskilled in this action, it seems to be the first time in his life to fry eggs. But Pippi felt that Helan Jingting didn't look at things, and it was not easy to be able to accurately break the eggs into the pot.
"It seems that you should put a little oil." She said.
After a while, she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Do you eat eggs too?"
"No," he said, "I asked my neighbor to borrow it."
He threw in a small piece of butter. Soon, one side was cooked. Helan Jingting said, "Haosheng looked at my craftsmanship." After saying that, he shook the pot first, lifted his wrist gently, and the egg volleyed over.
Then he asked: "Where is the egg?"
Pippi held his arms: "On the ground."
She found a pair of chopsticks to pick up the egg and threw it into the trash can.
When she stood upright, Helan Jingting had already knocked another egg into the pot: "Do it again, make sure you don't miss it."
This time he fries well. The outside is charred and tender inside, and some salt is sprinkled on it.
He smiled triumphantly: "How does it taste?"
"Very good." She ate in two bites, and when she saw him standing aside, she asked, "What about you? What do you eat by yourself?"
Helan Jingting took out a plate from the refrigerator with five daffodils in it. He dripped a few drops of honey on it, and used a fork to send them into the mouth one by one.
His eating is very elegant. He drank ice water and chewed slowly. It was a finger-sized flower. He actually ate it for half an hour. Finally, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Where is breakfast? I'm enjoying a state banquet.
Pippi couldn't help but want to laugh: "I always thought you were classical, but I didn't expect your style to be so foreign."
"I am a nomad. I like knives and forks, but not chopsticks."
Pippi walked to the hallway to put on shoes. When he opened the door, he blocked her on the door and asked domineeringly: "Why don't you like me? Is it because I am not handsome enough? I am not rich enough? Or because I am a fox?-Are you racist? "
Pippi said, "Because you are too old."
"Too old?" He raised his brows, disapproving. "Am I looking old? Don't ask how long I have lived. My physical index is only twenty-six years old."
"You are eight hundred years older than me. Eight hundred years old, Mr. Helan. There is more than a generation gap between us? The generation gap is almost the same. I can only accept a man eight years older than me. Sorry, I can't consider you. You It's so much older than me."
"You know," he was a little bit shocked. "Humans are afraid of always being afraid of death. I won't die, and I definitely live longer than you."
"Then I don't like old-fashioned people, thinking that they have penetrated the world, but in fact, life is better than death. From the inside to the outside, it is boring; from the inside to the outside, it seems to be living in the old society." Pipi Zhenzhen retorted.
"Pippi, I'm not arguing with you, you are in a bad mood today." He pressed her mouth with his index finger: "Actually I am really not old, and lively and interesting. Besides, I was born well and I am a nobleman."
"Aha," Pippi made an exaggerated expression, "aristocrat? Which dynasty?"
"My family is the leader of the entire fox family. Of course, this is a very remote and ancient thing for you."
"I hate class society."
"That's because you are not at the top of the class."
"Helan Jingting, can't you open the door?"
He picked up his windbreaker and reluctantly opened the door: "I will send you."
Passing a flyover, Helan Jingting said: "If I were you, I would not jump from here. The concrete floor is very hard." They waited for the subway together, and Helan Jingting said: "If I were you, absolutely not Will lie on the rails, death will be miserable."
"You are sick, you are talking."
"What I worry about is your body." He said lightly, "Anything that can damage the liver, you'd better not think about it. — I won't let it happen."
She just wanted to vomit.
On the way he tied the bead to her wrist again: "Don't pick it, I can find you at any time."
"Didn't you plant incense?"
"That's close range."
"Why do I always want to be found by you?"
"Because the happiness of your life is in my hands."
She went mad and gritted her teeth looking for scissors. He grabbed her hand and squeezed her joints and creaked: "If you dare to take it off again, I will eat you tonight. I must have done something wrong in my previous life. What, I met you, a brainless woman."
Her face changed from the pain, and everyone in the car looked at her with strange eyes. But Helan Jingting dragged her like this, and after a long time he let go.
He kept sending her to the door of the newspaper.
Pippi begged in a low voice, "Helan, will you spare me? I'm really unlucky lately. I really need to be quiet."
He restored the poker face again, and said coldly: "You can let it go, you have to swear to me to protect yourself."
"I swear." Pippi correctly understood what he meant. "I must protect that... thing for you. If I really want to die, I must notify you as soon as possible."
he's gone. She said her words and never came to her again.
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