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

Everyone was in a hurry, and the small platform on the street seemed to have been forgotten.

Chen Ge held his backpack and looked down at the reflections of the two people in the water.

Zhang Ya was holding an umbrella, her eyes full of surprise. She seemed not to have expected Chen Ge to say that.

Bus No. 104 drove out of the station, and bus No. 4 entered the station a moment later.

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

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

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

"When the city falls into darkness, the hidden filth and evil should be exposed. I hope tonight will be rewarding."

Looking up, Chen Ge was the only one left on the platform.

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

"Zhang Ya?"

The bus had already left, but Zhang Ya stayed where she was and did not get on the bus.

"Why don't you leave?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya doubtfully, who returned to the platform holding 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 No. 104 just now. You didn't catch it, and you didn't bring an umbrella. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to come back.

Home, just like last time."

"I..." Chen Ge, who was eloquent, was at a loss for words at this time and didn't know how to refute.

"You seem to be afraid of going home." Zhang Ya walked up to Chen Ge and said, "Can you tell the teacher why?"

"nothing."

"Are you having a conflict with your family? Or are you encountering trouble in life?" Zhang Ya's voice was full of concern. Her kindness is innate, and people can't bear to deceive her: "You are essentially a very good child.

, the teacher can see it, but you seem to have a lot of things on your mind, and you never seem to smile truly happily."

Chen Ge didn't say anything. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Even if he was hiding on the platform, his clothes were still wet.

Neither of them left. After a while, Zhang Ya opened her umbrella and looked at Chen Ge helplessly: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

She waved to Chen Ge: "Let's go."

"Where to go?" Chen Ge was stunned for a moment, he really didn't react.

"Go to my house first and change out of your wet clothes. Don't catch a cold."

"Isn't this bad?"

"Then can I leave you alone on the platform? It's too dangerous under such heavy rain." Zhang Ya shook her umbrella. She was like a mature sister from the neighbor's house. Even her helpless expression was very beautiful.

: "You should really communicate with your family. Many things are caused by poor communication, especially conflicts between family members. Okay, stop inking and come here quickly."

Chen Ge couldn't open the door of his home casually. In order to delay more time, he walked to Zhang Ya half-heartedly.

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

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

"Is this your home?" Chen Ge had no memory of Zhang Ya's room in his mind. He had the impression that Zhang Ya had always lived in the dormitory.

Pushing open the security door, there is a 60-square-meter cabin inside. Although the area is not large, it is fully furnished with all kinds of furniture.

"I used to live in the city, and then my parents had a car accident. I lived in their house and always thought about the past, so I sold that house and bought a small house here.

." Zhang Ya seems to have gotten over her sadness, and she can talk about this calmly.

Of course, she might also want to set an example for Chen Ge. When she found out the reason why Chen Ge kept wearing high heels this morning, she actually felt very uncomfortable.

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

Putting away the umbrella, Zhang Ya turned on the light in the living room: "I arranged these furniture myself, how about it? It's pretty good, isn't it?"

While Zhang Ya was talking, Chen Ge looked at the trash can, which contained several empty cans of beer and peeled carrots: "You still like to drink?"

This hobby was something Chen Ge never thought of.

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

After a while, Chen Ge put on the clothes Zhang Ya brought over, a wide-mouthed T-shirt of Zhang Ya's own: "You can make do with it first, you may not be able to wear my other clothes."

"It's okay, this is good." Chen Ge looked down and realized 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 the iron. You go to the sofa and do your homework first. The exam is coming soon, so you have to put some pressure on yourself."

Zhang Ya took Chen Ge and her own wet clothes into the bathroom. Chen Ge looked around. He placed the half-wet backpack next to the sofa, opened it and checked it.

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

A few minutes later, Zhang Ya walked out of the bathroom. She looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Are you hungry? Let me see what else is edible in the refrigerator. Let's put some food on it first."

Zhang Ya took out a few tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator. She probably seldom cooked, so she felt like she was in a hurry. When she was beating the eggs, she even dropped the eggshells into the bowl. She quickly picked them up with chopsticks.

come out.

"Teacher, how about I do it?" Chen Ge watched Zhang Ya cooking with smiles in his eyes.

"can you cook?"

"Well, you've worked hard in class all day. I'll make you a meal as a thank you for taking me in today." Chen Ge gently pushed Zhang Ya aside and opened the refrigerator to take a look. There were some very common foods inside.

s things.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A few tomatoes, a few carrots that were peeled beyond recognition, two cucumbers, a whole piece of tofu, half a chicken breast that has been put for a long time, and a piece of lean meat and

Half a bag of leftover mustard mustard.

"It turns out that what the fierce god eats is similar to what 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 now.

"Sit on the sofa and have a good rest. The kitchen is a romantic place for men." Chen Ge first took out two small bowls, put egg liquid, salt, and various seasonings into one bowl, and then put the other half.

Diced chicken breasts marinated for a long time.

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

Then heat the oil in a pan, cut the tofu into pieces, fry until golden brown, take out the tofu and set aside, then use the oil pan to sauté the onions, ginger and garlic, finally add the seasonings and golden tofu and simmer.

Closing the lid of the pot, Chen Ge picked up the knife and finely trimmed the tomatoes Zhang Ya had cut before, and sprinkled them with sugar.

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

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

After doing this, Chen Ge took another wok, cut the lean meat into shreds, put it into the pot and stir-fried it, and then took out the soaked old mustard that was crystal clear.

Chop it into pieces, stir-fry together, and add seasonings.

At this time, the tofu simmering next to it is ready, so put it on a plate and take it out of the pot.

After simple cleaning, clean water was poured in, and Chen Ge put the noodles left in the refrigerator into the pot.

When the noodles are ready, the aroma of fried mustard and meat wafts out.

When the rice is served out of the pot, the noodles as thin as dragon whiskers are topped with the crystal clear mustard stir-fried meat, which whets your appetite.

"Teacher, come and serve the food." Chen Ge glanced to the side: "Sizzling tofu, pickled mustard pork noodles, and my homemade chicken popcorn later. I think the chicken breast is about to go bad, so I think it's better to make it earlier.

It’s better to eat.”

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

The chicken breast soaked in egg liquid is almost marinated. The final step is very simple. Coat the diced chicken breast in starch and fry it until cooked.

It was golden, crispy and fragrant, but Chen Ge was still a little dissatisfied: "It would be great if there were bread crumbs. It would be more tender and fragrant if fried twice."

All the dishes were taken out of the pot and the coffee table was slowly set. Zhang Ya still can't believe that these meals were made with the leftovers in her refrigerator.

"The staple food is noodles, sizzling tofu and chicken popcorn. If you feel greasy, there is also cold cucumber to relieve the greasiness. If you don't like salty cold vegetables, I also prepared white sugar tomatoes, which are sour and sweet and very refreshing." Chen

Ge looked at Zhang Ya whose eyes were shining and smiled even more happily.

He simply tidied up the kitchen and sat next to the coffee table. Although Zhang Ya wanted to eat, she didn't move her chopsticks, obviously waiting for Chen Ge to join him.

"Then I'm welcome." Zhang Ya took a bite of the sizzling tofu first. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. When you took a bite, the soup oozed out.

"Is it tasty?"

"delicious!"

Chen Ge sat opposite Zhang Ya. He looked at Zhang Ya eating and the corners of his mouth began to raise unconsciously: "It would be great if I could cook for you every day."

Outside the window, there was heavy rain and thunder and lightning, but the two people inside the house were enjoying a very simple dinner that was almost difficult to recreate.

After all the food was finished, Zhang Ya went to clear away the dishes, while 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 she sensed something, Zhang Ya raised her head while putting down the dishes and met Chen Ge's eyes.

In about a few tenths of a second, Chen Ge lowered his head and started flipping through Yan Danian's comic book.
To be continued...