Chapter 1044 One Thing I Always Wanted to Do (Four Thousand)

The dark gray city was shrouded in heavy rain, and the number of vehicles on the road gradually decreased, leaving only the sound of raindrops falling in my ears.

Everyone was in a hurry, and the small platform on the street seemed to be forgotten.

Chen Ge held his backpack and looked down at the reflections of the two in the stagnant water.

Holding the umbrella, Zhang Ya's eyes were full of surprise. She didn't seem to expect Chen Ge to say that.

The No. 104 bus drove out of the platform, and the No. 4 bus came in after a while.

"Mr. Zhang, bus No. 4 is here, see you tomorrow." Chen Ge waved his hand with a very happy smile on his face.

He watched Zhang Ya walking towards No. 4 bus, while he leaned against the stop sign, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"I can't go home. Night will fall the moment I open the door, and it will be a new day when I come out again."

"When the city is plunged into darkness, the hidden filth and evil should be exposed. I hope there will be a harvest tonight."

Looking up, Chen Ge was the only one left on the platform.

The whistle sounded, the vehicle started, and the No. 4 bus quickly drove out of the platform, leaving only a woman holding a red umbrella in the rain.

"Zhang Ya?"

The bus had already left, but Zhang Ya stayed where she was and didn't get on the bus.

"Why don't you leave?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya suspiciously, who returned to the platform holding an umbrella.

"I will prepare lessons in the office every day, and then take the last bus to leave." Zhang Ya pointed to the stop sign: "It seems to be the last bus No. 104 just now. You didn't catch up and didn't bring an umbrella. I'm afraid you won't be able to get back. Home, just like last time."

"I..." Chen Ge, who can speak eloquently, was at a loss for words at this time, and didn't know how to refute.

"You seem to be very afraid of going home." Zhang Ya walked up to Chen Ge: "Can you tell the teacher why?"

"nothing."

"Is there a conflict with your family? Or is there trouble in your life?" Zhang Ya's voice is full of concern, her kindness is inherent, and people can't bear to deceive: "You are a very good child in essence. , the teacher can see it, but you seem to have a lot of things in your heart, and you never seem to really smile happily."

Chen Ge didn't speak, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, even if he hid in the platform, his clothes were still wet.

Neither of the two left. After a while, Zhang Ya opened the umbrella and looked at Chen Ge helplessly: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force it."

She beckoned to Chen Ge: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Chen Ge was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't react.

"Go to my house first and change out the wet clothes, don't catch a cold."

"Isn't that bad?"

"Then can I throw you on the platform alone? It's too dangerous under such heavy rain." Zhang Ya shook her umbrella, she was like a mature older sister from the neighbor's house, she even had a pretty helpless expression : "You really should have a good communication with your family. Many things are caused by poor communication, especially the conflicts between family members. Okay, don't ink, come here quickly."

Chen Ge couldn't open the door of his own house casually. In order to delay more time, he half-pushed and walked to Zhang Ya's side.

The two walked along the road for a long time, and finally saw a taxi.

By the time they got home, it was completely dark.

"Is this your home?" Chen Ge has no memory of Zhang Ya's room in his mind, and Zhang Ya has always lived in the dormitory in his impression.

Pushing open the anti-theft door, there is a 60-square-meter hut inside. Although the area is not large, it is fully furnished.

"I used to live in the city, and then my parents had a car accident. I lived in their house, and I always think about the past,

So I sold that house and bought a smaller house here. "Zhang Ya seems to have come out of her grief, and she can talk about it calmly.

Of course, she may also want to set an example for Chen Ge. In the morning, she knew why Chen Ge was wearing high heels all the time, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Because I have experienced it, I can understand that feeling better.

Putting away the umbrella, Zhang Ya turned on the light in the living room: "I arranged the furniture myself, how about it? Isn't it nice?"

While Zhang Ya was talking, Chen Ge looked at the trash can, which contained several cans of drunk beer and peeled carrot skins: "Do you still like to drink?"

This hobby is something Chen Ge did not expect.

"Occasionally, only once in a while." Zhang Ya changed her shoes and tied the mouth of the garbage bag: "I'll get you dry clothes, you wait here."

After a while, Chen Ge changed into the clothes that Zhang Ya brought over, a wide-mouthed T-shirt of Zhang Ya's own: "You make do with it, you may not be able to wear my other clothes."

"It's okay, this one is very good." Chen Ge looked down, only to find that he and Zhang Ya were wearing the same style of clothes, but the colors were different.

"Give me the wet clothes, and I'll dry them with an iron. You can go to the sofa and do your homework first. The test is about to take place. You have to put some pressure on yourself."

Zhang Ya took Chen Ge and her own wet clothes into the bathroom. Chen Ge looked around. He put the half-wet backpack next to the sofa, opened it and checked it.

"Fortunately, the manga book and Zhang Ya's storybook are not wet." Chen Ge also wanted to do his homework to give Zhang Ya a salvageable impression, but he didn't even bring back the textbook.

A few minutes later, Zhang Ya came out of the bathroom. She glanced at the watch on the wall: "Are you hungry? Let me see what else is edible in the refrigerator. Let's put a cushion first."

Zhang Ya took out a few tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator. She usually seldom cooks, and she felt like she was in a hurry. come out.

"Teacher, why don't I do it?" Chen Ge watched Zhang Ya cook with a smile in his eyes.

"can you cook?"

"Well, you worked hard in class all day, I'll make you a meal, just as a thank you for taking me in today." Chen Ge gently pushed Zhang Ya aside, opened the refrigerator and took a look, there were some very common things in it. s things.

A few tomatoes, a few peeled and unrecognizable carrots, two cucumbers, a whole piece of tofu, half a chicken breast that has been sitting for a long time, a piece of lean meat and half a bag of leftover old mustard.

"It turns out that the fierce god eats the same food as I usually eat."

"Do you need my help?" Zhang Ya doubted Chen Ge's ability. After all, there are not many high school students who can cook now.

"Sit on the sofa and take a good rest. The kitchen belongs to men's romance." Chen Ge first took out two small bowls, put egg liquid, salt, and various seasonings in a bowl, and then put the half of them in the bowl. Diced chicken breasts marinated for a long time.

Pour water into another small bowl and soak half a bag of old mustard in it.

Then heat the oil in a pan, cut the tofu into pieces, fry until golden, take out the tofu for later use, then use the oil pan to fry shallots, ginger, and garlic, and finally add seasoning and golden tofu to simmer.

After closing the lid of the pot, Chen Ge picked up the knife and trimmed the tomatoes that Zhang Ya had cut before, and sprinkled them with sugar.

He took out the cucumber again, peeled it with a knife and cut it into rounds, sprinkled a little salt and spices on it.

On the same plate, there are white sugar tomatoes on the left and cold cucumbers on the right, one salty and one sweet, two flavors.

After finishing this, Chen Ge took another wok, shredded the lean meat, put it into the wok and fried it, and then took out the soaked and crystal clear old mustard.

Chop up, stir-fry together, add seasoning.

At this time, the tofu cooked next to it is ready, put it on a plate and take it out of the pan.

After simple cleaning, pour clean water, and Chen Ge put the remaining dried noodles in the refrigerator into the pot.

When the noodles are ready, the aroma of fried pork with mustard mustard also wafts out.

Serving rice in a pot, noodles as thin as a dragon's whiskers are served with crystal clear fried pork with pickled mustard, which greatly increases appetite.

"Teacher, come and serve the meal." Chen Ge glanced to the side: "Iron plate tofu, shredded pork noodles with mustard greens, and there will be a homemade chicken popcorn later. I think the chicken breast is about to go bad, so I think it's better to go early." It's better to eat."

Zhang Ya's eyes widened, and the fragrance kept teasing her taste buds.

The chicken breasts soaked in the egg liquid are almost marinated. The final step is very simple. The diced chicken breasts are coated with starch and fried.

It's golden and crispy, with a tangy aroma, but Chen Ge is still a little dissatisfied: "It would be great if there were bread crumbs. Frying twice will make it more tender and fragrant."

All the dishes were out of the pan, and after setting them up on the coffee table, Zhang Ya still couldn't believe that these meals were made from the leftovers in her refrigerator.

"The staple food is noodles. If you feel greasy with sizzling tofu and chicken popcorn, there are cold cucumbers to relieve the greasy. If you don't like salty cold dishes, I also prepared sugar tomatoes, which are sweet and sour and very refreshing." Chen said Ge looked at Zhang Ya whose eyes were shining brightly, and smiled even more happily.

He briefly tidied up the kitchen and sat down beside the coffee table. Although Zhang Ya wanted to eat, she didn't move her chopsticks, apparently waiting for Chen Ge to join her.

"Then I won't be polite." Zhang Ya took a bite of the iron plate tofu first, it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and the soup oozes out after one bite.

"Is it tasty?"

"delicious!"

Chen Ge was sitting opposite Zhang Ya. He looked at Zhang Ya's eating, and the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously: "It would be great if I could cook for you every day."

It was raining heavily outside the window, and there were thunder and lightning, but the two inside the house were enjoying a very simple dinner that was almost hard to reproduce.

After all the food was finished, Zhang Ya went to clean up the dishes, while Chen Ge sat on the sofa. He forced himself not to look at Zhang Ya, but his eyes would always fall on Zhang Ya involuntarily.

As if feeling something, Zhang Ya raised her head when she was placing the bowl and chopsticks, and met Chen Ge's eyes.

In about a few tenths of a second, Chen Ge lowered his head and flipped through Yan Danian's comic book.

"Is that your own painting? It's amazing!" After washing the dishes, Zhang Ya walked to the sofa. The living room is not big, and there is not much space after putting down the sofa and coffee table.

"It was drawn by my friend."

Chen Ge closed the comic book, but Zhang Ya didn't quite believe it.

"Really? Actually, I like people who have a wide range of hobbies and talents."

"Then this is what I drew, and you discovered it." Chen Ge admitted decisively, anyway, Yan Danian can't appear now.

"You, I don't know what to say about you." Zhang Ya brewed two cups of tea and put them on the coffee table: "Why do I feel that you can do everything except study?"

"Almost." Chen Ge thought about it carefully. He can indeed be said to be versatile and proficient in many industries.

"You're welcome." Zhang Ya shook her head: "It's good. It's a good thing to have your own hobbies and work hard for them, unlike me..."

Chen Ge heard that Zhang Ya felt a little bit disappointed, and he suddenly remembered something. In reality, Zhang Ya was a dancer and had won the first prize in a competition, but now she has become an English teacher. It is a profession that has nothing to do with dancing.

He moved towards Zhang Ya, picked up the cup of hot tea, and handed it to Zhang Ya: "Actually, I understand that you have been trying to make yourself strong on purpose. From the first time I saw you, I knew that there was something hidden in your heart. There are a lot of things that you just don't talk about."

The tea in the cup was steaming, and the two sat together.

A hand-made dinner narrowed the distance between the two. Zhang Ya, who was supposed to be a teacher, went to enlighten Chen Ge, but from that moment, Chen Ge began to slowly open Zhang Ya's heart.

"Others just think you have a good personality, gentleness, and kindness, but what I care about is whether you have been wronged."

Sitting quietly beside Zhang Ya, Chen Ge picked up Zhang Ya's bedtime story book: "I have never had such an idea before, but when I saw you, when I approached you, I listened to your persuasion Sometimes, when I walk with you, I always have a feeling that you are obviously full of scars, but you still have to put on a smiling face to comfort others."

It took a long time before Zhang Ya raised her head. She looked at Chen Ge and wanted to smile habitually, but she couldn't.

"I thought you were familiar the first time I saw you, maybe because we have the same experience." Zhang Ya took a sip of tea: "The teacher used to learn dance, I like dancing very much, I really like it , I feel like I become a breeze when I dance, and I can stretch freely without thinking about anything."

"Then you later..."

"When the teacher was in school, no one wanted to make friends with me. They said that my dance was showing off my body, and they kept making up rumors that became more and more outrageous. But these were not the reasons why I finally gave up dancing." Zhang Ya put down her hands Teacup: "One evening, something happened. I was practicing in the dance studio, and a drunk guy rushed in. I was so scared that I ran around and shouted, hoping that someone could save me, but there was no one. people come over."

"I ran downstairs in the skirt I wore when I was dancing, and finally saw my teacher, and she helped me stop the drunk behind me."

"I thought I was finally saved, but who knew that the nightmare started. When I came to the school the next day, everyone pointed at me. I was called to the office before the first class was finished. The drunk Han is also here, he and the teacher who saved me slandered me, saying that I directed and acted everything, no one is willing to testify for me, and everyone in the class thinks this is the truth." Zhang Ya couldn't continue. : "Since then, I have never dared to enter the dance studio again. I dare not practice dancing alone, and I dare not even be alone for a long time.".

Chen Ge patted Zhang Ya's slightly trembling shoulders lightly, letting her lean against him.

"It's okay, we are inseparable, I will never let you be alone again in the future."