Talking about love and delivering food

Chapter 38

Regardless of Sang Yu's persuasion, Gu Qingshi made eight dishes and two soups.

In the past, she hadn't finished eating the dishes that Sang Yu sent, but she took them out of the refrigerator today.

Yes, yesteryear.

Gu Qingshi always thought that the new and old memories are divided according to the span of time.

It turned out not to be.

Some yesterdays may only have a time difference of one second, but it seems as if centuries have passed in the distance.

Sang Yu who delivered food, Sang Yu who acted coquettishly with her, Sang Yu who was playful with her, and Sang Yu who shared the bed with her...all of them are still vivid in my memory.

However, as soon as she said the phrase "Unrequited love is very bitter", those mulberry elms that are vivid in her memory are like old photos that have been dusty for a long time, still clear, but stained with an indelible yellowing layer.

As soon as the food came to the table, Mama Sang was surprised by the sumptuous dishes on the table, "Girl Gu, are you going to give us a full feast of Manchu and Han people?"

Full Manchu?

—Maybe your neighbor is waiting for you to gather all the dishes for a full banquet, and then kindly invite you to have lunch together?

——No, no, no, such a big romance, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

From time to time, Gu Qing thought of those who used to, and subconsciously went to see Sang Yu who had never spoken to her since she said the word "good".

If Sang Yu thinks this is romance, then treat it as parting romance and give it to her.

Immediately, Gu Qingshi looked at Mama Sang again, and the forced smile hung on for a long time, and it became natural: "Auntie praised me again, I can't cook a full banquet, and I can cook these home-cooked dishes. If you don't dislike it, just good."

Mama Sang gave her a bad look, and looked at the dishes on the table impatiently. She sniffed her nose, satisfied and a little envious, "It smells delicious. You don't leave here, you don't know, it's hard to wake her up before one o'clock at home on weekdays. If when I can cook so well, I probably don't go when I'm eating I urged her three times and four times to invite her."

She has been a housewife for decades, and her cooking skills are still as mediocre as ever, and her meals are all supported by salty and spicy flavors.

Mother Sang's playful and greedy look is no different from Sang Yu's. For some reason, Gu Qingshi suddenly wanted to see Sang Kun's expression.

Helpless, pampered.

This is the emotion she interpreted from the way Sang Kun looked at Sang's mother.

How could Sang Yu, who has been nurtured and brought up in this kind of love between men and women since she was a child, imagine that her Prince Charming is a woman?

Gu Qingshi was instantly ashamed of the extravagant desires in her heart, she retracted her eyes in a panic, and forgot what Sang's mother had said to her just now, and could only help everyone go to the kitchen to serve dinner in embarrassment.

Normally, when she and Sang Yu were the only two eating, she would put the rice in a glass bowl and put it directly on the dining table, but today there were too many dishes, and the big glass bowl couldn't fit on the table.

"Hey, it's been hard work for you to make such a big table of dishes, and we'll serve them by ourselves." Mama Sang picked up the bowl and wanted to serve it by herself, but Gu Qingshi pushed it back.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Sang Yu who was sitting in a daze, and Mother Sang felt that Sang Yu was a bit annoying.

"Sang Yu, look at you, you are really getting more and more outrageous." Mother Sang couldn't help but tugged Sang Yu's ear, and shouted in a low voice with a tiger's face.

Sang Yu was afraid of pain when she was young, and she would cover her ears and scream for pain when Ms Sang unscrewed her earlobe slightly, but she would be twisted by Ms Sang, she didn't show any expression. go.

"Brother Kun?" Sang Yu's silent and well-behaved mother Sang was taken aback, "Sang Sang is this?"

Sang Kun subconsciously glanced at the kitchen, the two people were grabbing rice spoons, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw before entering the house.

"Girl, the feelings are sticky, maybe it's the thought of parting with someone, and I'm a little bit reluctant." Sang Kun didn't want to think about it.

Mother Sang frowned, "She didn't tell us anything when she was young, and Gu... hey, I forgot what this girl's name is again?"

Sang Kun raised his hand to help her pull the broken hair behind her ears, "Qingshi, Gu Qingshi, don't you always call me a girl, how rustic?"

Sang's mother snorted, unconvinced, "It's so affectionate to call my daughter. I like this girl better than that little bastard Lin Yuyan. Now that Sang Sang has such a friend, I feel at ease."

The two people in the kitchen didn't know what they were doing, and they hadn't served the food for a long time. Once Mama Sang started talking, she couldn't stop.

"Since Sangsang has been a writer for this Lao Shizi, she doesn't go out very often, and she hasn't seen anyone asking her out. I'm worried that she's suffering from some kind of illness. By the way, I can tell you that when I go back this time, I will say Just say she's fine, don't add fuel to the fire."

Sang Kun hummed vaguely.

At this moment, his mind was completely focused on the two people in the kitchen. He saw with his own eyes that the two grabbed the rice spoons and held hands together. After a while, the two let go of the rice spoons in a panic. .

"Not to mention whether the excuses are true or not, the fact that it was Lin Yuyan who stabbed the knife in the back is enough..."

In the middle of speaking, Mama Sang felt that Sang Kun was absent-minded, so she stopped talking and turned her body towards the kitchen. Before she could look over her eyes, Sang Kun blocked her sight.

"Brother Kun, what are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything." Sang Kun suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, raised his hand and slid over his frowning brows, and suddenly said: "Xiao Xiao, our Sang Sang is 26 years old this year."

Mother Sang felt inexplicable, "Well, why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

At this moment, there was the sound of the glass door being pushed and pulled open from the kitchen, and Sang Yu and Gu Qing came in one after the other.

The dining room and the kitchen are very close, separated by a sliding glass door in the middle.

Sang Kun glanced at the two people who were silent, and smiled at Sang's mother: "I just remembered that when we were 26 years old, Sang Sang could go to the small shop outside the hospital to buy soy sauce."

When Gu Qing heard this, the hand holding the rice bowl trembled slightly, and then put the rice in front of Sang Kun and Sang's mother as if nothing had happened, "Uncle, aunt, eat."

"Girl, how old are you this year?" Mama Sang asked casually after thanking her.

Gu Qingshi took the meal that Sang Yu handed over, and after greeting everyone to eat, he said: "This September, I will be 26 years old."

"That's about the same age as Sangsang, and you're two months older than her." Mama Sang said, she took a piece of spicy chicken and put it in her mouth. It’s so delicious, ouch, if it’s my daughter, I’ll be lucky.”

Gu Qingshi was inexplicably happy, and his expression became more gentle, "As long as Auntie likes it, next time you come over, I will..."

Thinking of something, Gu Qing's words stopped abruptly, and she quickly pretended to cough twice.

Gu Qingshi coughed, and Sang Yu, who was next to her, immediately put down the chopsticks in her hand, and quickly handed the poured drink to her lips, "I was talking about me earlier, look at yourself, you don't choke the same way when you eat."

Mother Sang stared at Sang Yu, blinked and blinked, and then looked at Sang Kun again, with a happy and unhappy expression, "Brother Kun, when did we, Sang Sang, become so caring?"

Hearing this, Gu Qing hurriedly brushed away Sang Yu's smooth hand, took two sips of her drink, pretended to cough twice, and explained embarrassingly: "I haven't eaten such a spicy dish in a while. I guess I was in a hurry just now."

Facing Sang Kun's scrutinizing eyes, Gu Qing instantly staggered away, and subconsciously distanced himself from Sang Yu, "Sang Yu, eat, I'm fine."

Sang Yu ignored her, picked up chopsticks and picked up two pieces of winter melon from the winter melon pork rib soup for her.

Sang Kun's eyes were still fixed on the two people on the opposite side. Mother Sang didn't know why, so she also picked up two pieces of wax gourd for him. She didn't know what she thought of, and sighed, "It's good if Qingshi is a male doll, otherwise I don't know what to do. Being a mother-in-law is also a blessing..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." This time, Gu Qingshi really choked, she clutched her neck and hurried to the bathroom.

Sang Yu subconsciously wanted to follow, but as soon as she pushed the chair away, Sang Kun stopped her, "Sang Yu."

Sang Yu was taken aback, then looked at Sang Kun, "Huh?"

Sang Kun looked at Sang Yu's peach blossom eyes, and the dark waves came out of his mouth, and turned into an understatement, "Gu Qingshi's cooking skills are really good."

Sang Yu nodded hesitantly, "I'll pour Gu Qingshi a glass of water."

When he got a glass of water from the kitchen, Sang Yu looked at Sang Kun with unprecedented coldness, "Dad, it's delicious, you and mom should eat more, and you won't be able to eat it anymore."

Sang's mother: "...This child, what you said is like a farewell to death, and she left the Grand Hyatt Mansion together, so she won't associate with Qingshi anymore?"

Sang Kun put a whole piece of wax gourd into his mouth, didn't reply, and said in a low voice after a while: "You know that Sang Sang is not a person who likes to go out."

Sang's mother gave him a blank look, "You can come to our house as often as you can when Qingshi is free."

Sang Kun choked, and rarely paid attention to Sang's mother, only focusing on eating.

Gu Qingshi coughed for a long time in the bathroom before he got over his breath, tears were choked out.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Sang Yu took her hand back and passed the water glass over, "Gu Qingshi, don't take my mother's word for granted."

Gu Qingshi was still bent over the pool, holding the water glass without moving.

"My mother, she..."

"Yeah, why am I not a boy doll?"

"...Gu Qingshi, you..."

Before Sang Yu finished speaking, Gu Qingshi hugged her tightly.

Soon, she let go of her again and rinsed her mouth with a glass of water.

There was a big mirror in front of the pool, and Sang Yu was standing behind her, looking at the expressionless Gu Qing in the mirror...

Gu Qingshi, who lost his composure just now, seemed to be just her imagination.

After coming out of the bathroom, Gu Qing smiled and apologized to Sang Kun and Mama Sang, talking more than before.

Gu Qingshi's cooking skills are very good, really good.

Even Sang Kun, who had other things on his mind, ate four bowls of rice.

After eating, Sang Kun offered to leave, and Gu Qing politely stayed. Seeing that Sang Kun and Sang's mother were determined, he didn't stay.

Sang Yu was too lazy. When she came to Grand Hyatt, she carried a computer on her back, and brought important items such as a wallet and a mobile phone. She didn’t bring anything else. Haven't been in it for days, there is nothing to clean up at all.

On the contrary, it was Gu Qingshi's house that piled up a pair of her daily necessities.

In the end, Gu Qingshi helped clean up her things.

Sang Kun calmly watched Gu Qing sort out Sang Yu's things from the room one by one, and the dark waves in his heart became more and more violent, but he still didn't say anything.

"Auntie, you must supervise Sang Yu to take this medicine. She often forgets it herself. Remember to remind her to go to a follow-up doctor after half a year." When sending them out, Sang Yu handed over the last medicine she had sorted out and emphasized again .

Mother Sang heard about this from Sang Yuna as early as Gu Qingshi, and she was even more grateful to Gu Qingshi, "Auntie remembers, this time is really troublesome for you, Sang Sang, just Can write a few stories, but otherwise, is a typical idiot."

Gu Qingshi glanced at Sang Yu, with a lonely smile, "Auntie, Sang Yu, she is very good, I like her very much."

Mama Sang froze for a moment, but didn't think much about it, "It's her luck that she can make friends like you."

friend.

A friend, and only a friend.

Mama Sang refused so hard that Gu Qingshi stood at the door of the house and watched him go to the elevator.

When the elevator was about to close, Sang Yu suddenly rushed out again and hugged her tightly, "Gu Qingshi, you know I'm Sang Sang, right?"

Sang Yu felt her body stiffen obviously, closed her eyes, and took another deep breath on the side of the other party's neck, "There is no cause for origin, no root for pursuit, that's love. Gu Qingshi, why do you like me? "

It turned out that Sang Yu was more sensitive than she thought.

Also, how could Sang Sang, who can write so many soul-stirring and touching stories, not have an exquisite heart?

Gu Qing didn't look at the sight thrown by Sang Kun in the elevator, and slowly hugged Sang Yu's waist with both hands.

This is their first serious hug.

"Probably, you look good."

Sang Yu's heart trembled, she didn't understand why the sudden disappointment in her heart came from.

However, those are not important anymore, "In the future, you will meet many better-looking people."

After a long time, Gu Qingshi pushed her away, "Yes."

"Sang Yu, goodbye."

"Gu Qingshi, goodbye."

Watching the elevator close, and then the numbers went down one by one, until a 1 was displayed on the display, she murmured: "Sang Yu, I never thought of being friends with you. I didn't before, and I don't now. , and there won’t be any in the future.”

Friends only have affection, no lust.

She was born with love and desire.

As for liking, how can there be any reason?

If only she knew why she liked her.

She has long since controlled herself not to like it.

The author has something to say: Sang Yu will be abused.

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Actually, I really want to cry.

Because I once loved someone so truly.

Just like Gu Qingshi.

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If, what I like becomes your burden.

Then, I don't like you anymore.