Chapter 83: 84

Chapter 84 Eat Dumplings When You’re Sad

 

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between father and son.

Chu Suiyun was not slow to accept the fact that his mother died, because he knew that anything could happen after his mother had been away for so long. Also because he forced himself to be rational, there was no explanation more reasonable than this one.

Before he could ask his father, his mother’s specific cause of death, Yu Ze knocked on the door of the study. The three “knocks” were quick and short, and the person knocking on the door seemed a little anxious.

After knocking on the door, Yu Ze said anxiously through the door, “Mr. Chu, Little Yu is gone.”

A hundred meters outside the villa, on a bench, Chu Muyu was sitting with his head down.

There was a cloud of thick ink floating in the sky, and there was a rush of wind and rain in it.

After overhearing Yu Ze talking on the phone just now, Chu Muyu ran out without thinking. His entire body only had the new mobile phone from his father. After walking for a hundred meters, he felt a little out of strength. He didn’t know where to go, but even more, there was a pressure in his heart that made it difficult for him to move.

Chu Muyu never thought about the possibility of his mother’s death. He was only ten years old when his mother left, and he believed whatever his father and brother said. His father said that he and his mother were divorced, so Chu Muyu simply hoped that his parents could reconcile.

Time is too cruel. Chu Muyu thought about it carefully, but found that his only impression of his mother was that her voice was very gentle and pleasant. This was because when he was a child, he fell asleep listening to his mother’s voice every night.

A biting cold raindrop fell on Chu Muyu’s face, recalling his thoughts. This cold winter rain didn’t start out violently, but it already had the momentum to freeze the world.

Chu Muyu knew that he couldn’t stay outdoors for a long time and when he ran out just now, he even forgot to put on his jacket; he would freeze if this went on.

Can he go back?

Chu Muyu didn’t want to go back. After suddenly learning of the fact that his mother died, he didn’t know how to face his father and brother. His brother should also be kept in the dark, right? Did he want to tell this cruel fact to his brother by himself?

Suddenly, the cold raindrops stopped hitting his head, and a figure appeared in front of Chu Muyu, he slowly raised his head to look.

Shen Qingdeng stretched out his arms and covered the umbrella on top of Chu Muyu’s head. His dark blue eyes was like hard ice born on this winter night, with a biting chill, it stared at the person in front of him.

“…Shen Qingdeng?” Chu Muyu called out the Alpha’s name somewhat unexpectedly.

Shen Qingdeng asked him, “What are you doing outside?” 

The familiar voice and caring words became the last straw that caused Chu Muyu’s emotions to burst.

The Omega’s eyes were red, and then two lines of tears fell. Chu Muyu cried and said to Shen Qingdeng, “I’m so sad…”

Shen Qingdeng raised his umbrella, squatted down, and looked up at Chu Muyu: “What’s the matter, don’t cry.”

It was a comforting sentence, but he said it awkwardly and stiffly.

Chu Muyu didn’t know how to tell Shen Qingdeng why he was sad. This was a long story, and he was crying in confusion now, he couldn’t explain it.

So from Shen Qingdeng’s point of view, Chu Muyu began to cry when he saw himself. Crying non-stop, it wass as if he was sad because of himself.

Is it really because of me? Shen Qingdeng frowned.

Seeing the thin figure of Chu Muyu wearing only a sweater, Shen Qingdeng came back to his senses. He quickly took off his jacket, and put his hands around Chu Muyu to put it on him.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hands, Chu Muyu suddenly hugged his waist.

The Omega’s head was buried in Shen Qingdeng’s chest, and his side was tightly pressed against him. Shen Qingdeng stopped all movements, hesitated, then finally hugged him back.

“Can I go to your house?”

Chu Muyu raised his head, with ripples in his eyes, and asked stubbornly.

He didn’t know why he met Shen Qingdeng here, but the appearance of the Alpha made him feel a lot better. Chu Muyu wanted to temporarily escape from his father and brother.

Shen Qingdeng was silent.

Chu Muyu read a faint refusal from his silence. The Omega frowned, and asked, “It’s not possible?” 

The raindrops got bigger and bigger, hitting the ground with a popping sound. The umbrella was placed on the chair when Shen Qingdeng was undressing just earlier. Now the two were hugging each other and they didn’t care to lift the umbrella again, so the raindrops fell on the two of them without any hindrance.

Shen Qingdeng’s voice seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat with all his strength. He said, “You can.”

Shen Qingdeng’s house was not close to Chu Tian’s villa, to be precise, it was very far. Chu Tian’s villa was in the south of the city, but Shen Qingdeng’s house was in the north, almost crossing the entire urban area of ​​Shanlan. It took them more than an hour by taxi.

An hour later, Shen Qingdeng stood at the door of his house, followed by Chu Muyu. Shen Qingdeng took out the key and prepared to open the door. Before that, he involuntarily looked back at Chu Muyu.

Chu Muyu showed a puzzled look. Shen Qingdeng said nothing, turned around and opened the door.

Chu Muyu was a little surprised by the scene in the room. He knew that Shen Qingdeng lived alone, so it might be a little deserted, but he never thought that the furnishings in his house would be so… crude.

There was no TV in the room, and there were no special cabinets for storage. Many things were simply put in cardboard boxes, which looked like courier packages that had just been opened.

Shen Qingdeng was a little embarrassed for the first time, and explained: “I didn’t have time to clean up.”

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Having said that, Shen Qingdeng’s house was neither dirty nor messy, but there were too few things, and everyone who came here would be surprised for a moment.

“No, it’s not messy at all.” Chu Muyu waved his hand.

After entering the room, Chu Muyu felt a little uneasy about coming to someone else’s house as a guest, and stood where he was, not knowing what to do. However, Shen Qingdeng did not immediately entertain the guest like a normal host, but quickly walked to the door of a room and closed the door.

After closing the door, Shen Qingdeng said to Chu Muyu: “You, sit down as you like.”

Chu Muyu walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, took off the clothes he was wearing, and handed it to Shen Qingdeng: “Thank you.” 

After accepting the clothes, Shen Qingden went back to the bedroom to put them away, and came out after a while and walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, saw only two bottles of mineral water left in it, thought for a moment, and then closed the refrigerator door with a bang.

Half a minute later, Shen Qingdeng came out of the kitchen and said to Chu Muyu, “I’ll go downstairs to buy something.” 

As the master was about to leave, Chu Muyu felt uncomfortable being alone, so he stood up and said, “I’ll go with you.”

Shen Qingdeng hesitated for a moment, his eyes fell unconsciously on a door of a room, and then he heard the patter of rain outside, then finally said: “No, it’s raining, I’ll be right back.”

After speaking, Shen Qingdeng turned around, opened the door, and quickly disappeared.

Chu Muyu had no choice but to sit down, put his hands on his knees, and survey the entire room crampedly.

There was nothing to look at about this room. Generally speaking, the items placed in a person’s home more or less recorded a person’s character and experience, but it was difficult for Chu Muyu to tell Shen Qingdeng’s story from the furnishings in his home.

Shen Qingdeng’s house had no furnishings, let alone anything of commemorative value, only the necessary furniture and electrical appliances, which were too clean.

There was not even a TV and the quiet room made him uncomfortable. Just sitting on the sofa seemed a little silly, so Chu Muyu stood up and wanted to look around Shen Qingdeng’s house on his own initiative.

Chu Muyu walked into the kitchen first. There was no pot on the stove, but a rice cooker on the table. The condiment cabinet only had simple salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and a bottle of olive oil.

Chu Muyu opened the refrigerator, took a look, and found that it was empty. He couldn’t help laughing. It turned out that Shen Qingdeng was in a hurry to buy things because of this.

After closing the refrigerator, Chu Muyu walked out of the kitchen. There was a space at the entrance of the kitchen. According to the arrangement of ordinary people, there should be a dining table here as the dining room, but there was no dining table in Shen Qingdeng’s house. Instead, there was a treadmill.

This treadmill had not been reduced to a clothes rack, it seems that Shen Qingdeng often uses it.

There was nothing to see on the east side of the living room. Chu Muyu walked through the living room to the door of the two rooms on the north side. These two rooms should be the master and guest bedrooms respectively, but Shen Qingdeng lived alone, so it was possible that the guest bedroom could be used for other purposes.

The two doors were tightly closed, and the door of one of the rooms originally had a crack, but Shen Qingdeng closed it as soon as he got home, probably because he didn’t want people to see it.

Is it because it’s messy? Chu Muyu thought endlessly.

Since Shen Qingdeng didn’t want it to be seen, he should not open the door without permission.

“Click,” came the sound of the key opening the door.

Shen Qingdeng entered the room with some fast food and drinks, and saw Chu Muyu walking over.

Chu Muyu took the bag from the convenience store from him so that he could free up his hands to change his shoes. At the same time, Chu Muyu opened the bag and glanced at the contents, almost all of which were his favorites.

This kind of trivial matter always made people feel comfortable. Shen Qingdeng seemed to be able to remember all the things he liked and hated. Even if he only mentioned it occasionally, or even showed it unintentionally, he seemed to be observing all the time, keeping it in mind.

For example, the crème brûlée in this bag was a delicacy that Chu Muyu discovered only a few days ago, and he couldn’t stop once it was eaten.

He didn’t know when he mentioned this to Shen Qingdeng, so how could he even know this?

Shen Qingdeng had already changed his shoes and reached out to take the plastic bag. Chu Muyu took the pudding out of the bag and returned it to Shen Qingdeng.

Shen Qingdeng carried the bag and walked to the kitchen: “Have you eaten yet?”

Chu Muyu followed behind him and shook his head: “No, what about you?”

“Neither did I.” Shen Qingdeng replied.

Chu Muyu followed him into the kitchen, saw Shen Qingdeng taking out the soup pot from the cabinet, and asked, “I’m not very good at cooking, are dumplings okay?”

“Yes, I’m not very good at cooking either.” Chu Muyu said.

Put the water into the pot, turn on the fire and boil the water. Shen Qingdeng closed the lid of the pot, turned around, and finally remembered to ask Chu Muyu, “Why were you sitting outside crying, what’s the matter?”

Chu Muyu’s eyes flashed with sorrow, and he told everything to Shen Qingdeng. Even if he tried to simplify the narrative as much as possible, he spoke for so long that the water in the soup pot almost dried out.

Shen Qingdeng quickly added a ladle of water into it.

“…That’s it.” Chu Muyu finished.

Shen Qingdeng didn’t respond, he could feel Chu Muyu’s sadness, but he didn’t know how to comfort him.

The small kitchen suddenly fell silent, only the sound of gas and water tumbling in the pot could be heard.

This silence lasted for a while before Shen Qingdeng suddenly said, “Then eat more dumplings, you will be happy when you’re full.”

Chu Muyu was stunned for a moment, the tears in his eyes that were swirling in his eyes because he recalled the sad things just now finally finally rolled down, but this time the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise. While wiping away his tears, he complained, “You can’t comfort people at all.”

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