mtlumby2d Chapter 419
Chapter 419
Early morning on the fourth day.
Ni Yangzhou woke up from the bed with full confidence.
Facing an empty house.
……
What about people?
Ni Yangzhou looked around. The windows were closed, the door was open, and his clothes were gone. They had been taken away.
Ni Yangzhou felt much better today, thanks to Yan Congzhi's attentiveness yesterday. He thought he wouldn't be too sad in the next few days. Thinking of this, he got up, rummaged through some clothes, found a pair of slippers, and walked out of the house.
Yan Congzhi was not cooking in the kitchen.
Sitting upright on the sofa in the middle hall.
Ni Yangzhou suddenly stopped halfway through his step, and his light gray linen slippers were about to fall off, hanging on the steps.
The man on the sofa downstairs had heard it.
His five senses were clear, he sat upright, and did not look back.
Ni Yangzhou's heart trembled.
The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Yan Congzhi seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before turning around.
It was still the same face that looked as sharp as a knife or an axe, but his expression seemed as if he was suppressing some deep emotions.
A pair of eyes looked up, and Ni Yangzhou seemed to see his own shocked expression in the distant pupils.
The feeling of incongruity that I had forced myself to ignore for the past few days finally came flooding back at this moment.
Ni Yangzhou's scalp tingled, his lips trembled, and he spoke softly, afraid of disturbing something, and slowly said:
"...Yan Congzhi?"
The person in front of the sofa frowned little by little, his eyes became serious, his lips parted as if in slow motion, and an unnatural "hmm" came out.
Ni Yangzhou's heart was in suspense, with so many things stuck in his mind. He seemed to have figured out a clue, but when he followed the clues, he found a knot at the end.
Yan Congzhi seemed to be about to walk forward and moved his body slightly. At this moment, the door of the utility room was pushed open, and the two people's eyes turned to Mimi who came out yawning.
Mimi, who was halfway through a yawn, was awakened by two pairs of gazes. He lowered his little white paw and raised it again. He remained silent for a few seconds to make sure it was safe before continuing forward. He ignored Ni Yangzhou on the steps and came to Yan Congzhi's side.
Mimi raised her fat, round face and looked at the man for a while. You could hear a pin drop in the hall. Ni Yangzhou couldn't help but sweat on his palms.
Suddenly, Mimi wrinkled her nose and sniffed the trouser leg, but Yan Congzhi didn't move at all.
In just a second, Mimi jumped back, using all four legs to run away and rushed back to the utility room.
A white claw appeared again, hooked on the door and scratched it twice.
The door closed.
Yan Congzhi retracted his drooping eyes and looked at Ni Yangzhou, who was wearing cool clothes on the steps, and spoke with a difficult tone.
"Because...I remember."
"I have never liked living with other people."
……
Ni Yangzhou's mind went blank, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
In the ten-thousandth of a second before he fainted, he thought he was going to die.
He was like the legendary dying man. The details of their interactions over the past few days replayed in his mind like a kaleidoscope, strung together to play out a black and white movie frame by frame, revealing the truth he had missed.
...The next morning, the vigilance in the man's eyes, the shining cell phone, the ambiguous answer, the pet name he spoke unfluently, the love repeated over and over again, the familiar words, the same dish of food, the incoherent instructions.
And Mimi has become alienated from her owner.
He suddenly remembered Yan Congzhi's whisper in his ear the next night. He said, "The porridge you cook is still so delicious."
In so many worlds, it was mostly the other party who took care of him.
The only person who had eaten the porridge he made was Xiao Liu'er, who lived with him in the Taoist temple in the second world, "The Road to Ninety-Five".
...Min Liu.
The man’s words from yesterday are still ringing in my ears, and my memory overlaps with a scene of fluttering clothes.
At that time, they were standing on a helicopter carrying hope at the end of the world. The heroine looked down at the lush golden ginkgo tree and met a pair of dark eyes.
What did I say at that time?
Oh, right.
——"Be earlier next time."
--"must."