After driving back to Huaken Golden Seat for nearly an hour, Yang Zhao parked the car in the garage and took the prosthetic limb home.
This was the first time she went home with a human leg, and she couldn't help avoiding people along the way.
"It's so heavy..." Yang Zhao carried it for a while, feeling a little sore in her arms. "What kind of material is this?" She raised her other hand and tapped on the leg. The voice was muffled. She felt that the material of the prosthetic was not very good.
When she got home, she stood the prosthesis in the corner of the wall. After straightening it out, she stood aside with interest and compared it with her leg. Not surprisingly, she found that the prosthetic was much longer than her leg.
After comparing for a while, Yang Zhao sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
She looked at the artificial leg through the misty smoke, with an unclear expression in her half-closed eyes.
That night, Yang Zhao slept very restlessly. She had a dream, an intermittent dream, in which a lot of strange things appeared, and it was only after three o'clock in the morning when she woke up.
Yang Zhao rubbed his hair and sat up in the dark.
Huaken Jinzuo is not noisy on weekdays, and it is surprisingly quiet at night. Yang Zhao sat in the empty room in a daze, suddenly feeling as if she was in the starry sky.
That driver... for some reason, Yang Zhao thought of Chen Ming Sheng suddenly.
During their short contact, what impressed Yang Zhao the most was Chen Ming Sheng's sleeping face.
The first time Yang Zhao saw his sleeping face was at her house, he bought medicine for her, sat on the sofa, and fell asleep.
The second time was in rehab where he fell asleep while on a bottle.
And when she drove him home, he fell asleep in the car.
It seemed that Chen Ming Sheng had been sleeping for the past two days.
"Ah..." Yang Zhao said softly in the dark, "Maybe it's because I talked too little..."
That time, Yang Zhao sat until dawn. Surprisingly, she didn't feel tired at all, but full of energy.
she is waiting.
Wait for Chen Ming Sheng.
Yang Zhao knew that Chen Ming Sheng would come to her. He didn't look like someone who had spare money to buy a pair of prosthetics, and he couldn't get out of the car without the prosthetics.
She was correct.
Chen Ming Sheng arrived before eight o'clock. He didn't have a key card, and he didn't know the password of the building door, so he had to ask the security guard to contact Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao went downstairs to pick him up in person.
She put away his prosthetic before going downstairs.
"Miss Yang..."
Chen Ming Sheng changed his clothes. He wore a gray-blue long-sleeved sweater on his upper body and linen trousers underneath. His right trouser leg was rolled up high and pinned to his belt.
For this season, Chen Ming Sheng was wearing a little thin.
Yang Zhao thanked the security guard, and said to Chen Ming Sheng, "Go upstairs." Chen Ming Sheng held his crutches, and said to Yang Zhao, "Miss Yang, I..."
"Call me Yang Zhao."
"..."
Yang Zhao was well dressed casually, with slippers on her feet, her jet-black hair draped over her shoulders, making her neck look thin and white.
Chen Ming Sheng lowered his head slightly and followed behind Yang Zhao.
After entering the house, Chen Ming Sheng didn't go in.
Yang Zhao looked back at him, "Come in."
Chen Ming Sheng said, "I won't go in, I'll leave after I get my things."
Yang Zhao looked at him with folded arms, and said, "If you don't come in, how can you get your things."
Chen Ming Sheng: "..."
Yang Zhao ignored him, turned her head, and went into the bedroom. Chen Ming Sheng stood where he was, unable to move forward or retreat.
He had to take off his shoes to enter the house. It was not that simple for him to take off his shoes. He had to sit on the ground, but he didn't want to sit on the ground directly.
After a while, Yang Zhao came out of the bedroom and changed into a dress. This is a long dark green dress that hangs down to the ankles. The style is very simple, but it sets off the figure very well.
Chen Ming Sheng's eyes were dark, and he looked at Yang Zhao quietly.
Yang Zhao held a glass of water, took a sip, and said lightly, "What's the matter."
Chen Ming Sheng's voice was muffled: "I won't go in, where the prosthetic is." Yang Zhao put down the glass and said to Chen Ming Sheng, "Don't get me wrong, There is no malice. You are still ill and cannot drive now."
Chen Ming Sheng frowned.
Yang Zhao went on to say, "I'll return the artificial limb to you when you recover from your illness."
Chen Ming Sheng looked at Yang Zhao for a while, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you meddling in your own business?"
Yang Zhao said: "Whatever you think."
Chen Ming Sheng already had a slight look of anger on his face.
"What about the prosthetic."
Yang Zhao: "If you want to find it, you have to enter the house to find it."
Chen Ming Sheng: "What do you want?"
Yang Zhao took a few steps forward and came to Chen Ming Sheng.
"Come in and sit down."
Chen Ming Sheng looked at Yang Zhao with frowned eyebrows. Yang Zhao didn't wear any makeup and had a pure plain face. She is not beautiful, but she has a unique temperament, which is cold and attractive.
Chen Ming Sheng held his crutches and did not move.
Yang Zhao glanced down, and said lightly, "You don't need to take off your shoes, just come in."
Chen Ming Sheng: "Give me the things."
Yang Zhao looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Chen Ming Sheng's face was tough and clear. He looked at Yang Zhao and said, "Give me the things."
Looking at Chen Ming Sheng's appearance, Yang Zhao couldn't help but chuckle.
"You are so stubborn."
Chen Ming Sheng: "I don't want to get angry with you, so give me the things."
Yang Zhao crossed her arms, took two steps back, and stood still.
"I'm not going to give it to you, how are you going to get angry with me? Are you going to hit a woman?"
Chen Ming Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, "Are you sick? What can you do with a prosthetic leg?"
Yang Zhao: "I can wait for you."
Chen Ming Sheng raised his head suddenly.
No matter what Yang Zhao said, he always had a demeanor and an accent. She looked at Chen Ming Sheng indifferently, and said, "Come in and sit down."
Chen Ming Sheng suddenly thought that if two psychopaths argued about something one day, the seriously ill one would win.
He entered the room with a cane, sat down on the scarlet sofa, and Yang Zhao turned and went into the kitchen.
Chen Ming Sheng sat dryly. He looked around and found no artificial limbs.
Of course, if the master hid it deliberately, how could he be seen so easily?
After a while, Yang Zhao still didn't come out. Chen Ming Sheng hesitated for a while on whether to call her. If you want to call her, what should you call her? Miss Yang? Or Yang Zhao?
He doesn't want to call any of them, he just wants to get out of here quickly with his prosthesis.
When Chen Ming Sheng was getting impatient with the wait, Yang Zhao quickly walked out of the kitchen. She stared at Chen Ming Sheng, who was puzzled by her.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao: "How did you light the fire?"
"What?"
Yang Zhao gestured in the direction of the back kitchen, and said, "Yesterday, how did you boil the water? Why didn't the fire light up?"
Chen Ming Sheng: "..."
Yang Zhao: "Did it break yesterday?"
Chen Ming Sheng looked at the woman and had nothing to say. He grabbed the crutches in one hand, stood up with support, and walked over in two steps. Yang Zhao was surprised to find that although Chen Ming Sheng had only one leg left, he still walked very fast.
Chen Ming Sheng entered the kitchen, and Yang Zhao followed him, saying as he walked, "I've turned it on many times, but it won't turn on at all. There is no sound at all." Chen Ming Sheng didn't speak and walked over to turn the switch.
"Is it not working?"
"..."
"Wait, I'll call the manufacturer and it's still under warranty."
"You didn't turn on the gas valve."
"Huh?"
Chen Ming Sheng pointed his finger at the cabinet below.
"The gas valve isn't on. What kind of fire are you lighting?"
"Gas valve?" Yang Zhao frowned, her eyes a little serious in doubt, "Where is it?"
Chen Ming Sheng tapped twice more without changing the position of his finger.
Yang Zhao walked around him, opened the cupboard, and looked in with his back bent.
"Which one is it?"
Chen Ming Sheng: "The blue one, turn it sideways."
Yang Zhao: "I see." She stood up, raised the hem of her skirt for a while, and put it down again. After going down again, the skirt was still spread all over the floor.
Chen Ming Sheng sighed, took Yang Zhao's arm, and pulled her up.
"Huh?"
Chen Ming Sheng: "I'll do it."
Yang Zhao was pulled aside by him, Chen Ming Sheng stretched out the crutch casually, and Yang Zhao took it subconsciously. Chen Ming Sheng squatted down on one leg, stretched his hand into the cabinet, and stood up without even looking at it in half a second.
"Okay."
Yang Zhao handed him the crutches. Chen Ming Sheng glanced at her and said, "What are you doing lighting the fire?"
Yang Zhao: "Hot milk."
Chen Ming Sheng couldn't help but said, "Do you usually heat milk?"
Yang Zhao: "It's not hot." She picked up the milk pot on the kitchen counter and showed it to Chen Ming Sheng. "Didn't you find a milk pot yesterday? I went out this morning to buy milk and tried it."
Chen Ming Sheng: "..."
Yang Zhao returned to the kitchen counter, poured all the cans of milk into the milk pot, and started again. ignition. She twisted and twisted the switch, but it still didn't light.
Yang Zhao opened the cupboard, "Didn't you turn it over?"
Chen Ming Sheng was speechless and closed the cupboard with one hand. Press and turn the switch, and the flames burst into flames.
"Hey?" Yang Zhao glanced at Chen Ming Sheng, "What's the matter? You can use it just by twisting it."
Chen Ming Sheng: "Turn it." After speaking, he thought about it, and then said to Yang Zhao who was experimenting: "You Just now, it was burning gas, which is very dangerous."
Yang Zhao said oh, and lit the fire himself.
"Okay." She took the milk pot and put it on the flame.
Chen Ming Sheng asked himself if he had never seen such a woman since he was so old. Leaning on the kitchen counter, he asked Yang Zhao who was focused, "Have you ever been in the kitchen?"
Yang Zhao stared at the milk pot and replied, "Never been in this." Then she added: "I Know how to use an induction cooker." Chen Ming Sheng asked: "Then why are you decorating this kitchen?"
Yang Zhao: "I didn't decorate it, this is a hardcover room, and I rented it."
Chen Ming Sheng: "How do you usually eat?"
Yang Zhao glanced at him, "Order takeaway."
Chen Ming Sheng nodded and stopped talking.
After a while, the milk was about to burst into the pot, Yang Zhao lifted the milk pot and put it aside, then turned off the fire. She went to the living room to get a glass, poured half a glass of milk, and handed it to Chen Ming Sheng.
Chen Ming Sheng shook his head, "Thank you, no need, drink it yourself."
Yang Zhao: "I don't like drinking milk."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao incredulously.
"You don't like drinking milk. Why do you buy milk?"
Yang Zhao: "Try the pot."
Chen Ming Sheng: "..."