Chapter 38: Who is it?
That night, Ye Tang was very sleepy and tired, not because she cooked, she cooked every day, and sometimes baked, which was a relaxing thing for her. It doesn't get tired.
However, after she went back to take a shower that night, she only had time to remove the mask from her face and put it on the bedside table, and fell asleep.
I had a long, long dream, and the dream was full of smiling bright and gentle eyes, so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.
There are also trance fragments flashing in the dream.
She saw her father in a dream, strange to say, after his father died, she never dreamed of his father once, she was not a dreamer.
But that night I dreamed of my father.
"From today onwards, your name will be Ye Tang."
The father in the dream is still the same as when he was young.
In the dream, she was still a dark and thin child.
The thin black child was quiet, or rather, more sluggish, with no sparkle in his eyes, as if he had no interest in everything, and no curiosity at all.
It's completely different from ordinary children who are curious about the whole world.
"Your name is Ye Tang, Dad is talking to you, do you hear?"
It took a moment before she shook her head, "No. β
"What? Why can't you even speak clearly? Ye Weisheng was a little impatient.
"It's not called Ye Tang." The dark, thin child's voice was timid.
"What's not called Ye Tang?" Ye Weisheng was still impatient, "You want to live with me in the future, so you want to call me the name you gave, do you understand?" β
The child's voice was still timid and weak, "Don't call Ye Tang...... Don't call Ye Tang ......"
"Then what are you going to call it!" Ye Weisheng is young and vigorous, although he wants to be gentle with this little daughter who has been outcast, but her dark and thin appearance, her dull expression is really unpleasant, and it is true that she has not yet cultivated any father-daughter relationship.
"My name is ...... My name is ......" The child's voice was so light that it was almost inaudible, not like it was for Ye Weisheng, but as if it was for herself, and the tears in her eyes had rolled out of her sockets...... My name is my brother. My name is...... Brother. β
It was obviously not a nightmare, but Ye Tang woke up suddenly, his pillow was wet, he thought it was sweat, but in addition to touching the fine sweat on his forehead, he also touched the wet eyelashes and tears at the corners of his eyes.
Ye Tang sat up in a daze, and he couldn't remember the details of the dream clearly.
"But......" she clutched her fingers tightly on the quilt, "those eyes, whose eyes are they?" How could I be so upset? Brother...... Who is it? β
The mobile phone rang, and the sky outside was still bright, Ye Tang glanced at the time displayed by the electronic clock on the bedside table, 5:45.
I basically guessed who it would be, and I sent a message here.
If you want to change to someone else, someone will send a message at this point, and you must be irritated. I don't know if Ye Tang has a good temper or a temper that is too good for him.
In short, Ye Tang picked up her phone and clicked on the message, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the text on the screen.
'Don't come early in the morning, rest well, I can take care of breakfast by myself.' ββCheng'
Ye Tang rubbed his eyes again, thinking that he had seen it wrong. I read it again, and it turned out to be really right.
Is it so empathetic, gentle and considerate? It can't be better to buy, a meal of meat swallow made him change like this.
Ye Tang didn't know why he hooked the corners of his mouth.
She wasn't a masochist, and of course she didn't plan to run to the gym so early, but she didn't feel sleepy, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, put a full tank of hot water, added bubble bath salts and flower petals, and soaked comfortably in it.
I casually opened the speakers on the shelf next to me, and soft music flowed in the air. She plays soft piano music herself, and occasionally records her own tunes and listens to them while baking and cooking, bathing and reading.
It's also a kind of review, just to listen to whether there are any deficiencies in your playing, sometimes at the time of playing, as a performer, you can't reflect the shortcomings, but when you become a listener, you can be keenly aware of it.
Ye Tang exhaled a long breath and sighed comfortably.
At this point, it was as if the exhaustion caused by the continuous tossing and turning of last night's dream, which was not a happy plot, dissipated with the soak of this vat of hot water.
After taking a bath, washing up, and wrapping up your wet hair, you go downstairs to steam your breakfast first, and then go upstairs to dry your hair and put on light makeup.
I went downstairs just to have breakfast, and the steamed pot was steaming with diced pork and bamboo shoots, and the stew pot was stewed with soft and glutinous corn porridge.
As soon as I walked down the stairs, I was stunned before I could walk to the kitchen.
Although the fact that he had the key to her house was already known yesterday, ...... I was still a little shocked to see him walk in with the key in his hand.
The man opened the door and came in familiarly, carrying something in one hand, opening the shoe cabinet in the entrance with the other, picking out a pair of slippers from the inside on his toes, and walking in with his head down.
Noticed the look on the stairs......
Cheng Mocai suddenly looked up at Ye Tang standing on the stairs, his good-looking two lips pursed gently, "...... Yo, good morning. β
"Morning ...... Morning. Ye Tang looked at him intently.
Cheng Mo paused, and then handed her the small thermos bucket he was carrying in his hand, "Oh, breakfast." β
"For me?" Ye Tangxin said that this is really strange! She has been feeding him all the time, but I didn't expect to be fed by him one day?
"Well, I cooked more." Cheng Mo said, laughing, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were bent, "The meat swallow you made yesterday." You can eat it when you boil it, it's so troublesome when you make it, but it's really convenient when you eat it. β
"Is it delicious?" Ye Tang asked with a smile.
"It's delicious." Cheng Mo didn't hesitate for a second before saying.
Oh, man!
Ever since she actually got the sautΓ© spoon for him, his attitude had become ......
Then I saw him sniff slightly, "Polenta? β
"Hmm." Ye Tang nodded, "I also made breakfast, mainly because I didn't expect Cheng to bring me breakfast." That's a bit of a lot......"
As soon as the words fell, I saw the man in front of me walking very comfortably in the direction of the restaurant.
Ye Tang heard that he didn't have a voice at all, only calmly, "It's not much, I'll help you eat some." β