My House of Horrors Chapter 1044: One thing I’ve always wanted to do (4000)

The dark gray city was shrouded in heavy rain, the number of vehicles on the road gradually decreased, and only the sound of raindrops falling slowly could be heard.

Everyone is in a hurry, and the small platform on the street seems to be forgotten.

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

Zhang Ya held the umbrella, her eyes were full of surprise, she didn't seem to expect Chen Ge to say that.

Bus Line 104 drove out of the platform, and a few moments later, the No. 4 train entered the station.

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

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

"You can't go home, the moment you open the door, the night will fall, and when you come out, it will be a new day."

"When the city is plunged into darkness, the hidden filth and evil should be exposed, and hopefully tonight will be rewarded."

He raised his head, only Chen Ge was left on the platform.

The whistle sounded, the vehicle started, and the No. 4 bus quickly drove out of the platform. Only a woman with a red umbrella was left in the rain.

“Zhang Ya?”

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

"Why don't you leave?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya suspiciously, and the other party returned to the platform with an umbrella.

"I prepare lessons in the office every day, and then take the last bus to leave." Zhang Ya pointed to the stop sign: "It seemed to be the last bus 104 just now, you didn't catch up, and you didn't bring an umbrella, I'm afraid of you I can't go home, it's the same as last time."

"I..." The eloquent Chen Ge was at a loss for words at this time, not knowing how to refute.

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

"Nothing."

"Is there a conflict with my family? Or is there trouble in my life?" Zhang Ya's voice is full of concern, her kindness is innate, and people can't bear to deceive: "You are essentially a good person. The teacher can see it, but you seem to have a lot of things in your heart, and you never seem to have a real happy smile.”

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

None 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?" Chen Ge was stunned for a moment, he really didn't react.

"First go to my house and change out of wet clothes, don't catch a cold."

"Is this bad?"

"Then can I leave you alone on the platform? It's too dangerous to rain so hard." Zhang Ya shook her umbrella, she was like a mature big sister from the neighbor's house, even the helpless expression Very nice: "You really should have a good communication with your family. Many things are caused by poor communication, especially the conflicts between family members. Come on, stop the ink and come over quickly."

Chen Ge's own door could not be opened casually. In order to delay more time, he half pushed and walked to Zhang Ya.

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

It was completely dark by the time they got home.

"Is this your home?" Chen Ge had no memory of the Zhang Ya room in his mind. The Zhang Ya he remembered had always lived in the dormitory.

Pushing open the security door, inside is a 60-square-meter cabin. Although the area is not large, it is fully furnished.

"I used to live in the city before my parents got into a car accident. I lived in their house and I always think about the past, so I sold the house and bought it here A small house." Zhang Ya seems to have come out of her sadness, and she can talk about it calmly.

Of course, she may also be setting an example for Chen Ge. In the morning, after she knew why Chen Ge kept wearing high heels, she was actually very uncomfortable.

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

Put away the umbrella, Zhang Ya turned on the lights in the living room: "I made these furniture myself, how about it? It's not bad, right?"

While Zhang Ya was talking, Chen Ge looked at the trash can, and there were several cans of beer that had been drained, as well as a peeled carrot peel: "Do you still like to drink?"

This hobby is something Chen Ge didn't expect.

"Occasionally, I only drink a little occasionally." Zhang Ya changed his shoes and tied the garbage bag: "I'll get you some dry clothes, you wait here."

After a while, Chen Ge changed into the clothes Zhang Ya brought over, a wide-mouth T-shirt from Zhang Ya: "You can make do with it, you may not be able to wear my other clothes."

"It's fine, this is fine." Chen Ge glanced down, only to realize that he and Zhang Ya were wearing the same style of clothes, but in different colors.

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

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

"Fortunately, the comic book and Zhang Ya's storybook are not wet." Chen Ge also wanted to do his homework and leave a good impression on Zhang Ya that could be saved, but he didn't even bring back the textbook.

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

Zhang Ya took out a few tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator. She should rarely cook, and she felt in a hurry. When she beat the eggs, she put the shells into the bowl, and hurriedly took the chopsticks to give it to her. Pick it out.

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

"You can cook?"

"Well, you've had a hard day in class, I'll cook you a meal, just take it as thank you for taking me in today." Chen Ge gently pushed Zhang Ya aside, opened the refrigerator and looked at it, there were some Very common stuff.

A few tomatoes, several unrecognizable carrots, two cucumbers, a whole piece of tofu, half a long-standing chicken breast, a piece of lean meat, and half a bag of leftover mustard greens.

"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.

"Sit on the sofa and have a good rest, the kitchen is a romance for men." Chen Ge first took out two small wan, put egg liquid, salt, and various seasonings in a bowl, and then put the half Pieces of chicken **** that have been diced and marinated for a long time.

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

Then heat a wok with oil, cut the tofu into pieces, fry until golden brown, take out the tofu for later use, and then use the frying pan to sauté the onion, **** and garlic until fragrant, and finally add the seasoning and golden yellow tofu to simmer.

Close the lid of the pot, Chen Ge took the knife Zhang Ya and trimmed the tomatoes he had cut before, and sprinkled them with sugar.

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

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

After doing this, Chen Ge set up a wok again, cut the lean meat into shreds, put it into the wok and fry it up, and then took out the crystal clear old mustard after soaking.

Chop up, stir fry together, and add seasonings.

At this time, the tofu simmering next to it is ready and ready to serve.

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

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

The rice is served out of the pot, and the noodles as thin as dragon's whiskers are placed on top of the crystal clear mustard stir-fried pork, which makes people's appetite greatly increase.

"Teacher, come and serve the rice." Chen Ge glanced to the side: "Sizzling tofu, mustard shredded pork noodles, and I will have a homemade chicken popcorn later. I think that chicken breast is about to go bad. I think it's better to eat early."

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

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

Golden, crispy and fragrant, but Chen Ge is still a little dissatisfied: "If only there were bread crumbs, it would be more tender and fragrant when fried twice."

All the dishes were cooked, and the coffee table was slowly placed. Zhang Ya still can't believe that these meals are made from the leftovers in their own refrigerator.

"The main food is noodles. If you feel greasy with iron plate tofu and chicken popcorn, there is also cold cucumber to relieve greasy. If you don't like salty cold vegetables, I also prepared white sugar tomatoes, sweet and sour very refreshing. ." Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya whose eyes were shining, and smiled even more happily.

He briefly cleaned up the kitchen and sat next to the coffee table. Although Zhang Ya wanted to eat, he had not moved his chopsticks, apparently waiting for Chen Ge to join him.

"Then I'm welcome." Zhang Ya first took a bite of sizzling tofu, which was coke on the outside and tender on the inside, and the soup was oozing out when he bit into it.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!"

Chen Ge sat opposite Zhang Ya. He watched Zhang Ya eat, and the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously: "If only I could cook for you every day."

Torrential rain pouring outside the window, thunder and lightning, but the two people in the house are enjoying a very simple and almost difficult to reproduce dinner.

After all the food was eaten, Zhang Ya went to clean up the dishes and 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 his head when he put the tableware and chopsticks, just looking at Chen Ge's eyes.

About 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.

"My friend drew it."

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

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

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

"You, I don't know how to say you." Zhang Ya made two cups of tea and put it on the coffee table: "Why do I feel like you can do everything except study?"

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

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

Chen Ge heard that Zhang Ya was a little lost. He suddenly remembered something. In reality, Zhang Ya came from dancing and won the first prize in the competition, but now she has become an English teacher. This 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 always been deliberately making yourself strong, and the first time I saw you, I knew what you were thinking. There are a lot of things hidden, you just don't say it."

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

A hand-made dinner brought the two closer together. It was supposed to be Zhang Ya, the teacher, to enlighten Chen Ge, but from that moment on, Chen Ge began to slowly open his heart to Zhang Ya.

"People just think you are good, gentle and kind, but what I care about is whether you have been wronged."

Sitting quietly beside Zhang Ya, Chen Ge picked up the Zhang Ya bedtime storybook: "I have never thought of this before, but when I see you, when I approach you, listen to When you persuade, when I walk with you, I always have a feeling that you are still full of scars, but you still have to put on a smile to comfort others."

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

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were familiar, maybe because we had the same experience." Zhang Ya took a sip of tea: "The teacher used to study dance, I like dancing very much, really I like it very much, I feel like I become a wind when I dance, I can stretch freely and don't have to think about anything."

"Then you later..."

"When my teachers were in school, no one wanted to make friends with me. They said my dancing was showing off my body, and they kept making up more and more outrageous rumors, but these were not the reasons why I gave up dancing in the end." Zhang Ya put down He took the teacup in his hand: "One evening something happened, I was practicing dancing in the dance studio, a drunk guy rushed in, I was scared and ran around, shouting loudly, hoping someone could save me, but No one came."

"I ran downstairs in my dancing dress and finally saw my teacher, who helped me stop the drunken man behind me."

"I thought I was finally saved, but who knew the nightmare started. When I came to school the next day, everyone pointed at me, and I was called to the office before the first class was over. The drunk man was also there, he and the teacher who saved me slandered me, saying that everything was directed and acted by me, no one was willing to testify for me, and everyone in the class felt that this was the truth.” Zhang Ya has already said no Going down: "I haven't dared to enter the dance studio since then. I didn't dare to practice dancing alone, and I didn't even dare to be alone for a long time."

Chen Ge lightly patted Zhang Ya's slightly trembling shoulder and made her lean on him.

"It's okay, we're inseparable, and I won't let you be alone again in the future."