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Cheng Che looked around blankly and found a trash can.
He rummaged around inside, pulled out a cup of milk tea and stuffed it into Sunday's hand, "Drink it, sweet things can make people happy."
Sunday:……
Sunday turned his head silently and stared at Cheng Che, "My sister is dead, should I still be happy?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment, "How did he die?"
Although it may ruin the atmosphere and be a bit hurtful, I still have to ask!
"Here." Zhou Ri raised his hand and pointed to his heart, from his chest to his lower abdomen, "Here."
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch his head.
Sounds a bit familiar.
He was silent for a moment, then he lowered his head and took out his phone, opened the album, picked out a recent photo, and handed it to Sunday, "Is that so?"
The photo seemed to be a selfie. A young man who had just grown up but was not thin at all was taking off his clothes in front of the mirror. A scar ran through his chest, looking hideously ugly on his fair skin, and even the muscle texture seemed to be split.
Sunday looked at it and nodded, "That's it."
He glanced at Cheng Che again, then looked away and continued to stare at his shoes. "You survived. You are luckier than a robin."
Cheng Che inexplicably felt that the head of the family beside him had a gloomy temperament. After taking back the phone, he said calmly, "If it's a scar like this, then you'd better stop crying. He's not dead at all."
Sunday hung his head, "Dead."
"Not dead!" Cheng Che took a look, found a straw and poked the milk tea, poked the straw with his fingertips, and poked the straw into Zhou Ri's mouth, "Don't say anything, I said she's not dead, then she's not dead. If she's dead, I can revive her. You're even more crybaby than I was when I was a kid."
Sunday:……
Sunday held the milk tea, looking melancholy, "Are you trying to comfort me?"
It seems that I didn’t comfort people very well. I need to practice the skill of comforting people.
He didn't feel relieved now, but just felt a little... ridiculous?
"I..." Cheng Che opened his mouth and looked at Zhou Ri with a weird look.
Why does this conversation feel irrelevant?
Is he so sad and crazy that he can't listen to anything?
Cheng Che looked down at Agu, "You know how to comfort... Forget it, you don't know how to do anything."
Agu: ???
Without waiting for Agu to speak, Cheng Che lowered his head and rummaged through his bag again. He took out his own bag of snacks and found a few green ears of wheat. He lowered his voice and said, "Look, my friend, these are the leaves in Fengrao's hand. Even if they die, we can still live. Stop looking so gloomy."
Sunday glanced at it, "What's the use?"
"It has many uses. I can even curse the envoy to make him die or live whenever he wants. Why don't you believe it?" Cheng Che's brows were about to frown. After a long while, he tilted his head and looked at Zhou Ri. "If you can't listen to me now, then why don't you cry for a while?"
Cheng Che felt in his pocket, took out a napkin and handed it over, "Here."
Sunday took the tissue and was silent for a long time. Finally, he drooped his back, sat on the steps, propped his head up, and hid his face in his arms.
Cheng Che: ...
Are you really crying?
Were you stimulated by the fireworks just now?
Cheng Che suddenly felt a little at a loss. He sat next to Sunday holding the thermos cup, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Does he comfort people?
It doesn’t seem likely. Who was crying last time?
It was Jing Yuan. Good partners became mortal enemies and they were fighting to the death. He seemed to be left behind in the past, and it seemed as if he was the only one who was carrying the past and moving forward slowly but firmly.
Cheng Che lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed the mud spots on his knees that had splashed on them at some point, with a complex emotion in his eyes.
Agu tilted his head and looked at the two people sitting side by side, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he jumped away, squatted on the trash can beside him and grunted twice.
After a long time, Sunday finally raised his head. Apart from the slightly red eyes, there was nothing wrong with him. He looked elegant and calm.
He turned his head and looked at Cheng Che, "Go learn how to comfort others."
"I won't learn it anymore. As long as I am sad enough, I won't feel sad about others."
Cheng Che looked back calmly and said softly, "To be honest, my brother died, and I died too, leaving behind the old and the young at home. The person who held my hand, coaxed me, and grew up with me will stay in my hometown forever. There is a long Milky Way between us, and I don't know how long it will take to complete the journey to meet each other."
Sunday:……
Sunday was silent for a moment, looked down at the napkin in his palm, hesitated and tried to tear off a clean piece and handed it over, "Then...you...can cry for a while too?"
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“I don’t feel like crying.”
Cheng Che leaned back, his back against the wall, his eyes were empty, and he looked at something but his tone was very calm, "I don't know if I am lacking in emotion or if I am full of emotion. I seem to feel the urge to cry only at inexplicable times, but not now."
Sadness seemed to connect to my eyes, making them sore and wanting to cry.
But unfortunately, sadness is rare and I don’t know how to express it.
Perhaps he felt that he should be sad and cry.
Sunday put the milk tea in her hand aside, as if she had taken off her usual elegant shackles, and leaned against the wall without any image, "My relatives who depended on me for life have left me, and I should be sad."
Cheng Che glanced at Zhou Ri, then looked away and nodded, "It's my duty."
If you think about it carefully, if something happened to Linghua's wife, the brother-in-law would also go crazy and crawl around.
He rummaged through the snack bag in his hand, pulled out a star core and bit it, then spoke, "But I still want to advise you."
"Hmm?" Zhou Ri tilted his head slightly and looked at Cheng Che curiously, "Advise me? Why?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment, his eyes swept over Zhou Ri's face and figure, then he retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Don't cry outside anymore in the future. People with red eyes look like they are easy to bully. You don't know that there is a kind of vixen in this world who likes to bully good-looking people like you the most."
Sunday:……
Zhou Ri looked at Cheng Che with a speechless look, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something.
He is the boss of Pinocchio!
Do you understand the importance of being a person in charge?!
"Really? If the beautiful little bird is careless, it will be caught and locked in a cage." Cheng Che bit the star core and spoke calmly.
Sunday was even quieter.
He glanced at the bag full of snacks in Cheng Che's hand and said calmly, "Bird in a cage?"
It's like a bird in a cage, it has never been free.
"Well, I plucked your feathers, clipped your flying feathers, and locked you in a golden cage, where you can only sing without emotion, and occasionally starved you to discipline you into obedience." Cheng Che sighed softly, propping up his chin and looking at the sky of Pinocchio. "I also raised a bird when I was a child. That bird didn't have its feathers clipped or chained. It would fly out of the cage every day, fly around the garden twice, and then come to me for food."
Cheng Che paused and continued, "But it still flew away. One day it flew away and never came back. I praised it for being obedient, but think about it carefully. Why should a free thing be obedient? It should only listen to itself."
Zhou Ri inexplicably felt a bit philosophical, and turned to look at Cheng Che, "You seem to be talking about yourself?"
Cheng Che: ???
Cheng Che also turned his head and looked at Zhou Ri with a strange look. After a while, he spoke, "It seems that you still don't understand me."
"For example?" Sunday raised his eyebrows slightly, "What don't you understand?"
"I never understood." Cheng Che spread his hands and said calmly: "I am not a bird that wants to fly away. I am a bird that has been tamed and longs to stay in my small cage. Because my cage has never been locked, it is just my nest."
Cheng Che hesitated for a moment, then patted Zhou Ri's shoulder and said, "My friend, your sister is really not dead. If you say your sister is dead, then my colleague will also be dead. So you can't die. If you die, you have to pretend to be dead."
Sunday:……
Sunday's eyes swept across the young man in front of him, and after a while he looked away and stood up.
He stood on the steps in front of Cheng Che and held out his hand, "It seems that you are very confident in your own strength."
"Well, I am very confident in everything I have." Cheng Che raised his eyes, grabbed Zhou Ri's hand to gain leverage and stood up, lowering his voice, "But I am curious about a question."
Sunday nodded, "Go ahead."
Cheng Che seemed to laugh, and then he slowly said, "I'm curious, how do you define a bird in a cage? I'm also curious, is Mr. Sunday a bird standing outside with a chain on his ankle, or a bird locked in a cage but holding someone else's chain?"
Sunday lowered his eyes, "The answer will come eventually."
"I'll keep looking forward to it." Cheng Che responded, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt something hit him hard from behind.
He staggered and nearly fell out, and he almost used his face to brake while holding onto the wall.
Cheng Che turned around silently, stared at the trash can in front of him, and kicked it, "You have no manners at all! Do you know that overtaking also depends on the road conditions?"
The trash can adjusted its lid, looked carefully at the two people in front of it, and then moved in front of Sunday.
"Ding~ Agu's express delivery has arrived, Mr. Sunday, please sign for it!"
Cheng Che: ...
Sound familiar?
Cheng Che's eyes moved to Agu, who was squatting on the trash can, and asked in confusion, "You delayed the delivery? And you changed to another courier?"
Can this be tolerated? !
Agu tilted his head and remained silent.
Zhou Ri took a deep breath, looked at Cheng Che, then reached out to open the lid of the trash can and took out the express box.
Suddenly I feel that this train set is quite ridiculous. Each and every one of them has an inextricable relationship with the trash can?
Didn’t we agree that there would be a few normal people?
For example, the silly little pink ball, the cold-faced little green dragon, the perky-butt little crow, and the Galaxy Stick Man?
Although these names are not very normal, they are better than the garbage can family, right?!
Sunday sighed slightly, opened the express box, and revealed the tied-up bird inside.
It was completely bald, with all its feathers plucked out. Only scarlet ropes bound its wings and legs together. The ropes were crisscrossed in a very methodical way, but this was not a proper way of tying things.
Zhou Ri's eyelids twitched, and he turned his head to look at Cheng Che, "Do you really have to tie it like this?"
In other words, there are only the consignee and the consignor here. If there is one more outsider, both Sunday's face and Pinocchio's face will be lost.