C54 (1/2)

As I sat there looking at the steaming pot, I thought that even if he wanted to hit my ass, I should do the same. It's not easy to work hard.

There were always people who felt that other people's luck was exceptionally good, their talent was exceptionally good, and their conditions were especially good. As such, their accomplishments were slightly greater. There were also those who felt that what others had was all dropped from the sky, lucky, or even exploited.

Seeing Yin Yijie like this, I also believed what my grandma said.

Upon thinking of this, there were many, many people, many details. For example, when Yin Yijie was at home, he would circle around me, call me, read the computer, and read the newspapers. Most of what he was reading was about things I wasn't interested in, either current affairs or economic information. His phone calls were usually very brief as well, rarely lasting more than five minutes. Once the orders were given, it would be done for.

Even if Jade Gorge had stayed at my house for so long, he would have only read about politics and economics. Sometimes, it might have been his business. In short, their nonsense was probably a roundabout way of saying things; their business was to keep working.

There is a saying: The happy people are the same, and the unhappy people are all unhappy.

I think: the successful people are the same, and the unsuccessful people have their own excuses.

An excuse and a reason are two different concepts, but neither is a reason. Actually, sometimes the reason wasn't really important. It could even be said in an arbitrary manner that if he didn't succeed, it must be because he didn't put in enough effort. If they could be as tired as Yin Yijie, unable to get up after having slept for more than ten hours and not make a sound even after being repaired by me for half a day, then they would truly be like nails grinded on an iron pestle.

Remembering Yin Yijie's fingernails and looking at the already cooked porridge in the pot, I suddenly felt that it was so funny.

Life is like this. Happiness is also very simple. I can't stand on my own two feet yet, but I can do a lot of things, and if someone is grateful, then it's a very happy thing. So, remember who said, happiness, is to have the ability to pay. I've never felt it before, but now that I think about it, there might be a reason. Maybe I can try.

He stood in the living room, looking at the door to his bedroom. Look at the wall, it's almost 3 o'clock …

I kneaded my new clothes and rubbed at his door. I was really hesitating on whether I should go in and see him again …

Slowly, as I got closer, I heard the sound of the bedroom. Then it was time for him to get up.

Hu hu … I'm so nervous, I'm so worried, he's furious, and I'm really looking forward to the hot porridge I've cooked. Although the matter would be revealed in a moment, the time they had to wait was both long and torturous.

Standing at the door of Yin Yijie's bedroom, I quietly waited. The judgement of time …

To be honest, regardless of the result, it was a good thing. Time would dilute everything. The most painful thing was being played around with by time due to the lack of result.

I waited for about two centuries, the minute hand turned two squares, the sound of Yin Yijie's bedroom was intermittent, but never completely stopped.

Occasionally, I would hear his command, occasionally, I would hear his rage. Most of it, he is listening, I am suffering …

I don't know why, but I will choose such a self-abusing way, waiting here, very much want to see him, also be afraid.

Finally, Yin Yijie's door opens and a strong gust of wind blows out, pouncing on my face …

Yin Yijie, in a suit with blue teeth, pulling his sleeves and pulling his ears with one side, rushed out of the bedroom. He seemed to be looking for something, and then, looking at his clothes, he prepared to leave … I felt a sudden pain in my chest, as if I were starving.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had left our house and the light was dim. Yin Yijie was sleeping soundly, and his face was smooth.

I hurried over and tugged at his sleeve.

Yin Yijie stopped, and his cold eyes lit up a little. It was a little bit warm. But very quickly, he placed both his hands on my head, but his eyes lost focus. He only listened intently to the call on his phone and answered, ”En …” ”I'll be there right away …”

He hung up the phone. I raised my head, grabbed his sleeve and looked at him seriously … After waking up, he had to leave again. Couldn't he rest for a moment?

His complexion is much better, I … I would also like to hear his heartbeat, to confirm …

He gently pressed his ear to it. Right now, he didn't want to think about his sins, he only felt a slight pain in his heart. I want to hear if he is alright.

Yin Yijie caressed my hair, lightly hugged me and said with difficulty: ”I have to go. I still have things to do.”

Are we really going? His heartbeat is a little chaotic, I'm not quite sure yet, I can't come to a conclusion …

Yin Yijie lowered his head. Then, he stretched his finger in front of me, touched my face and lowered his head …

I closed my eyes and smelled the cool sun on him. I want someone to keep me company...

Yin Yijie's warm breath brushed by my ear, and my heartbeat increased by three points. His voice was cold and hard, and he said: ”Did you do something bad? ”What are your intentions?”

Ah?! I looked up quickly. Where did you see me do something bad? For such a good person like me, to think so much about you, truly … A dog biting makeup, do not recognize my heart.

Too wronged …

Even if I'm not a good person, should I be suspected of doing something good every once in a while? I angrily pushed him away. Hmph, who asked you to hug me in broad daylight? Furthermore, there were people watching from the restaurant …

Yin Yijie sneered and said to the restaurant, ”Comfortable, go check the car. I'll go out immediately.”

”You haven't eaten …” Standing at the entrance of the restaurant, I said this in an incomparably retarded manner. Then, immediately, he felt so frustrated that he was about to knock into tofu.

”It's too late …” Yin Yijie didn't look at me anymore. He returned to his bedroom immediately and packed his things.

The bedroom door was open and I was standing in the doorway of the dining room, two hundred million light years between us.

Biting my lip, I don't know if I did it wrong.

Lowering my head and opening my eyes, I … Am I thinking too much? I'm just a passerby. Here, it's just a station. Or, more precisely, this is the train station, the waiting room, and I'm a homeless child.

During the new year, come sit here and avoid the wind and snow outside. Then, act like I'm going somewhere else and treat myself as a normal person, a normal person …

However, the train station is still a train station. Even if someone has kindly given me a good meal, in the end, I still have to leave.