My House of Horrors

The dark grey city was covered in heavy rain, with fewer vehicles on the road and only a drop of rain slowly falling in the ears.

Everyone was in a hurry, and that little platform on the street seemed forgotten.

Chen Gong held his backpack and looked down at the reflection of two people in the accumulation of water.

Zhang Ya held the umbrella, her eyes were full of surprises. She didn't seem to expect Chen Gong to say that.

Bus 104 leaves the platform, and a moment later Bus 4 enters the station.

“Teacher Zhang, the 4th bus is here. See you tomorrow.” Chen Gong waved his hand with a very happy smile on his face.

He looked at Zhang Ya and walked toward the 4th Car. He leaned against the cards and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

“If you can't go home, the moment you push the door open, the night will come, and it will be a new day to come out. ”

“When the city falls into darkness, hidden filth and evil should be exposed in the hope of harvesting tonight. ”

Raise your head, there's only Chen Gong left on the platform.

The whistle sounded, the vehicle started, and the four-way car quickly drove out of the platform, leaving only one woman with a red umbrella in the rain screen.

“Zhang Ya? ”

The bus had left, but Zhang Ya stayed where he was and didn't get in.

“Why don't you go?” Chen Gong looked at Zhang Ya in confusion, and the other side supported the umbrella and returned to the platform.

“I prepare classes in my office every day and then leave on the last bus.” Zhang Ya pointed to the stand card: “It seemed like the last bus 104, you didn't catch up, and you didn't bring an umbrella. I'm afraid you won't be able to go home, just like last time. ”

“I…” can defend Chen Song for a moment, but I don't know how to refute it.

“You seem scared to go home.” Zhang Ya walked to Chan Sing: “Can you tell the teacher why? ”

“Nothing.”

“Conflicting with family? Or is there trouble in your life?” The concern in Zhang Ya's voice is that her kindness is innate, and people can't bear to deceive her: “You are essentially a good child, the teacher can see it, but you seem to have a lot of things in your heart, and you never seem to be really happy laughing. ”

Chen Quo did not speak, the more the rain, even if hiding in the platform, the clothes were still wet.

Neither one of them left. After a while, Zhang Ya opened his umbrella and looked at Chen Song helplessly: “If you don't want to talk, I won't ask for it. ”

She said to Chan Song, “Let's go. ”

“To where?” Chen Gong stunned for a moment, and he really didn't react.

“Go to my house first and change your wet clothes. Don't catch a cold. ”

“Isn't that good? ”

“Can I leave you alone on the platform? It's too dangerous to rain like this.” Zhang Ya shook an umbrella. She was like the mature sister of the neighbor's family. She even looked helpless: “You really should communicate well with your family. Many things are caused by poor communication, especially between family members. All right, no ink. Come on. ”

Chen Guo's door could not be opened randomly. In order to delay more time, he pushed half way to Zhang Ya's side.

After a long walk along the road, they finally saw a taxi.

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

“Is this your home?” Chen Gong had no memory of Zhang Ya's room in his mind, and his impression of Zhang Ya had been living in the dormitory.

Push open the burglar door, which is a 60 sqm cabin, small but fully furnished.

“I used to live downtown, and then my parents had an accident. I lived in their house, always thinking about the past, so I sold the house and bought a small house here.” Zhang Ya seems to have come out of her grief and she can talk about it very calmly.

Of course, she may also be trying to set an example for Chan Song. In the morning, after she knew why Chan Song had been wearing high heels, she really didn't feel good.

It's because I've been through it that I feel that way more.

Put away the umbrella and Zhang Ya turned on the lights in the living room: "I set all the furniture myself. How about that? Pretty good, huh? ”

When Zhang Ya spoke, Chen Gong looked at the trash can, throwing several cans of drinkable beer inside, and the shredded pit depressed carrot peel: “Do you still like drinking? ”

This hobby was not thought of by Chan Song.

“Occasionally, only occasionally.” Zhang Ya changed his shoes and fastened his garbage bag pockets: “I'll get you some dry clothes, you wait here. ”

A moment later, Chen Song changed into the clothes Zhang Ya brought over, a wide-mouthed T-shirt of Zhang Ya's own: “You put it on first, you may not be able to wear my other clothes. ”

“Nothing, this is fine.” Chen Gong looked down and found himself and Zhang Ya wearing the same style of clothing, only in different colors.

“Give me your wet clothes. I'll iron you. Go and write your homework on the couch. I'm going to have to touch the exams soon. You have to put some pressure on yourself. ”

Zhang Ya entered the bathroom with Chen Gong and her own wet clothes. Chen Gong looked around and placed half his wet backpack next to the sofa and opened it for inspection.

“Fortunately, the comic book and Zhang Ya's story book are not wet.” Chen also wanted to write his homework and make a good impression that Zhang Ya could save, but he didn't even bring back the textbooks.

A few minutes later, Zhang Ya walked out of the bathroom, and she looked at the watch on the wall: "Are you hungry? Let me see what else I can eat in the fridge. Let's make a cushion first. ”

Zhang Ya took out a few tomatoes and eggs from the fridge. She should rarely cook. She had a feeling of clutter in her hands and feet. When beating the eggs, she also put the egg shell in a bowl and quickly picked out some more chopsticks.

“Teacher, why don't I do it?” Chen Song watched Zhang Ya cook, his eyes filled with laughter.

“Can you cook? ”

“Well, you've had a hard day in class, and I'll make you a meal, just think of it as a thank you for hosting me today.” Chen Gong gently pushed Zhang Ya aside and opened the refrigerator to see what was very common inside.

A few tomatoes, a few carrots, two cucumbers, a whole piece of tofu with long chicken breasts, a slim piece of meat and half a bag of leftover mussels.

“It turns out the killer eats the same thing as I usually do. ”

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

“Have a good rest on the couch, the kitchen belongs to the romance of a man.” Chen Guo first took out two Xiaowan, put egg cream, salt and various seasonings in a bowl, then put the half in a long time chicken breast chopped and marinated.

Another small bowl was poured into the water and half a bag of old squeezed vegetables were soaked into it.

Then cook the oil in a pan, cut the tofu into chunks, fry to golden yellow, remove the tofu backup, then explode the onion and ginger garlic with this oil pan, and add the seasoning and golden tofu to boil.

Close the lid of the pan and refine the tomatoes previously cut by Chen Goti Knife Zhang Ya and sprinkle with white sugar.

He took out the cucumber, cut it round with a knife, and sprinkled it with a little salt and seasoning.

Same plate, white sugar tomatoes on the left, cold mixed cucumber on the right, salty and sweet, two flavors.

After doing this, Chen Song set up another frying pan, cut the lean meat into threads, put it in the pan to dissolve, and then remove the crisp old squeeze after soaking.

Cut into pieces, fry together and put in the seasoning.

At this time, the tofu simmered next to it is ready and served in a pan.

After simple cleaning, pour in fresh water, and Chen Gong pours the remaining hanging noodles from the fridge into the pan.

When the noodles are good, the smell of fried vegetables also floats.

Serve rice in a pan. The delicate noodles like dragon's noodles are filled with crisp fried meat and squeezed vegetables, which greatly increases your appetite.

“Teacher, come for dinner.” Chen Gong glanced at the side: “Teppanyaki tofu, squeezed vegetable noodles, later there is my homemade chicken flower, that chicken breast I think is about to break, I think it would be better to eat it early. ”

Zhang Ya's eyes stared at the boss and the scent kept teasing her taste buds.

The chicken breast soaked in egg cream is almost marinated, and the final step is simple: wrap the chopped chicken breast in a starch and cook.

The golden crunchy, scented nose, but Chen Song was a little dissatisfied: “I wish I had bread bran, it would be softer and more fragrant to fry twice. ”

All the dishes came out of the pot, put a coffee table slowly, Zhang Ya is still a little incredible, these dishes are made from the leftovers in his fridge.

“The staple foods are noodles, teppanyaki tofu and chicken blossoms, if you feel greasy, and chilled cucumber. If you don't like salty chilled vegetables, I also prepare white sugar tomatoes, which are sour and sweet and refreshing.” Chen Song looked at Zhang Ya with his eyes glowing and laughed more happily.

He simply cleaned up the kitchen and sat next to the coffee table. Zhang Ya, though eager to eat, had not moved his chopsticks and was obviously waiting for Chen Song to join him.

“You're welcome then.” Zhang Ya first ate a sip of Teppanyaki tofu, the outer scorch was tender, bite down and the soup seeped out.

“Is it good? ”

“Delicious! ”

Chen Gong sat across from Zhang Ya. He watched Zhang Ya eat. The corner of his mouth began to rise unconsciously: “I wish I could cook for you every day. ”

The windows poured out, the lightning bolted, and the two people in the house were enjoying a dinner that was simple and almost impossible to reproduce.

After eating all the food, Zhang Ya went to pack the bowls of chopsticks, and Chen Gong sat on the couch. He forced himself not to see Zhang Ya, but his eyes would always fall on Zhang Ya.

It seemed to feel something. Zhang Ya lifted his head while placing the bowl of chopsticks and looked directly at Chen Song's eyes.

It was about midnight and a few seconds later, Chen Song had lowered his head and looked up with the Big Year comic book.

“Is that your own painting? It's amazing!” After washing the dishes, Zhang Ya walked to the side of the sofa, the living room was small, and there was not much room after putting down the sofa and coffee table.

“My friend painted it. ”

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

“Really? Actually, I kind of like people who have a broad, versatile hobby. ”

“That's what I painted. You found me.” Chen Song admitted very resolutely, but he can't show up now anyway.

“You, I don't know how to say you.” Zhang Ya made two cups of tea and placed it on the table: “How do I feel that you know anything but learning? ”

“Sort of.” Chen Gong thought about it carefully, he can indeed say that he is versatile and versatile, mastering a lot of industry skills.

“You're welcome.” Zhang Ya shook his head: “It's good, he has his own interests and hobbies, and it's a good thing that he works for it, unlike me...”

Chen Guo heard that Zhang Ya was a little lost. He suddenly remembered one thing. In reality, Zhang Ya was a dance student and won the first prize in the competition, but now she has become an English teacher. This is a profession completely independent of dance.

He moved toward Zhang Ya and took the hot cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Ya: “Actually, I understand that you have always intentionally made yourself strong. From the first time I saw you, I knew you had a lot hidden in your heart, you just didn't say it. ”

The tea in the cup was hot and the two of them sat together.

A handmade dinner brought the two closer together. Zhang Ya, who was supposed to be a teacher, went to teach Chen Song, but from that moment on, Chen Song started trying to slowly open Zhang Ya's heart.

“People just think you're good, gentle, kind, but I care if you're being wronged or not. ”

Sitting quietly beside Zhang Ya, Chen Song picked up the Zhang Ya's bedtime story book: “I had never thought of this before, but when I saw you, when I approached you, when I listened to your persuasion, when I walked with you, I always felt that you were full of scars, but you still had to show a smile to comfort others. ”

After a long time, Zhang Ya raised her head. She looked at Chen Song and tried to get used to smiling, but couldn't do it.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were familiar, probably because we had the same experience.” Zhang Yazhu sipped tea: “Teacher used to study dance, I really like to dance, I feel like I became a breeze when I danced, I can stretch freely, I don't have to think about anything. ”

“Then you later..."

“When my teachers went to school, no one wanted to make friends with me, and they said that my dancing was a physical hoax, constantly making up some increasingly outrageous rumors, but that's not why I gave up dancing in the end.” Zhang Ya dropped the teacup in his hand: “One evening something happened, I was practicing in the dance room, a drunk guy rushed in, I ran around scared, shouted, 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 drunk behind me. ”

“I thought I was finally saved, but who knew the nightmare would start? The next day when I came to school, everyone pointed out to me, I was called to the office after the first lesson, and the drunk was there, and he insulted me with the teacher who saved me, saying that everything was self-directed, that nobody wanted to testify for me, and everyone in the class thought it was the truth.” Zhang Ya can't say anymore: “I won't dare to go into the dance room anymore, I won't dare to practice dance alone or even alone for a long time. ”

Chen Gong patted Ya slightly trembling on her shoulder and let her lean against herself.

“It's all right. I won't leave you alone anymore. ”