"Liang Liang, Liang Liang, I've to hang up. The coach arranged for us to eat a celebration supper. We will eat the Russian ladies team's sashimi. Come, lastly give a loud shout with Elder sister: F*** the game's poison."
I was infected by her happy mood, ignoring the presence of Kang Zixian and into the microphone, I shouted happily with Fei Ge saying: F*** the game's poison.
After hanging up the phone, my world finally returned to its original, recent stage. I held the phone and sat quietly, and Kang Zixian was also sitting quietly in tacit understanding for a few seconds. And then I cleared my throat, pointing to the photo on the wall. "My....my lover. Celebrity, my lover is a celebrity."
I wonder whether Fei Ge who was far away in Japan, after hearing me call her that, would she be able to eat her sashimi?
He narrowed his eyes at me, I did not feel confident and dared not look back at him.
"Competition's poison?" Kang Zixian smiled slightly. It seemed that the others were irrelevant, only this was the most interesting part.
"This is a long story." I slightly leaned towards him, decided to do my best to explain, to wash away Fei Ge's grievances.
I said. "My.....lover, that is Fei Ge.....there was a period of time that was particularly strange, her condition was not good, probably started in the Spring of last year. As long as she played in the game, either big or small game, the result would always be a lost. For example, a game that was basically a lost, as long as she played in the game, their team would definitely win, it was very strange. Fei Ge was very miserable and at that time when her coach saw her, it was just like looking at****. That nearly made her kneel down and her leader was more worried about her. That time, the Brazilian team had continued with two terms of the championship. Every day, Fei Ge would dream of giving herself wholly to the Brazil team but it was not as she wished. No one had ever heard of Asians becoming South Americans, so Fei Ge was extremely sad, so much so, that she was going to suffer from depression."
Kang Zixian looked at me, his face with a soft smile, did not have the normal cold expression of the past. At this moment, the easygoing expression on his face reminded me that he was a very good listener.
"This time, Fei Ge is really like salted fish coming back alive*." (Became alive.) I leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, said. "In fact, Fei Ge coming home to sell vegetable would be good too. I really had enough of takeaway."
"Often eat takeaway?" Kang Zixian asked gently.
"Yes, no time to buy groceries, and I don't know how to cook."
"Fang Liang Liang."
"Ah?"
"I wanted to ask you. When I was looking for a bowl just now, I saw a mushroom in the crack of your cupboard smiling at me."
Shame...ah, how shameful could this be?
I looked at the ceiling in melancholy, feeling the blood boil in my body, my forehead feeling even hotter. I stood up in silence, pretending to yawn. "It's very late.... I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."
Kang Zixian was not surprised, harboring a smile, looked at me, lips raised with a touch of mockery. "Go ahead. When you wake up, you'll have mushroom porridge to eat."
I stroked my forehead, grinned at him.
He stood there innocently, smiling brilliantly. "Self-production for home consumption."
"Ah ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !........Kang Zixian, I hate you, I hate you to death ! ! ! ! You, you, you, you, quickly disappear from my sight otherwise......otherwise......or else......I really cannot do anything to you......Ah, ah, ah, ah! ! ! I'm so furious! I don't want to see you anymore." I held my head screaming continuously, flew back into bed, covered myself with the quilt, trying to nurse my injured heart.
I felt so angry that I wanted to scratch the wall and in the end, Kang Zixian came into the room, holding a glass of water and medicine, looking at the near-crazy me, softly said. "Feeling better after venting your anger? If you do not want to go to the hospital, you'd better take this medicine."
I shot a glance at him and his false feelings, my lungs about to explode, twisting the quilt, I said. "Normally, one should first give medicine, then reward with candy."
"I'm giving you medicine, not candy." He held the glass of water in front of my face, in his palm was a few tablets of medicine. "Take this and then sleep."
I did not move and coldly looked at him. "I beg you, Kang Zixian, can you please maintain your bad character image and do not suddenly treat me so nicely?"
He smiled slightly. "There are times that I'd like to be a nice person." He said in a pleasant voice. "You're lucky, this is the right time. Quick, take this."
"You have intermittent schizophrenia. I see you need to take medicine." I stared at him, grabbed the pills and with a gulp, swallowed down the medicine. Then I quickly lay down on the bed, wholly covering myself with the quilt, shutting his face out of my sight.
"I'll be outside. If you're not feeling well, call me."
I closed my eyes and was silent for a few seconds, suddenly feeling something was not right, quickly sat up in bed. Trembling, I asked. "You, what did you say? Where will you be tonight?"
He had walked to the door. "I will be in the living room."
My mind went blank, naively asked. "Your living room?"
He pointed to the outside and said naturally. "Your living room."
"What do you want to do?" Instantly I felt strained, clutching the quilt to my chest, just like the cowardly girl in a film, shrinking back.
"Don't worry. I have not come to that stage of hunger, whereby I do not select what I want to eat." Kang Zixian frowned and coldly looked at me. "My purpose is to help, that's all."
"Even though all along, you did not know how to write the two words 'thank you'." With his back towards me, his words floated in the room with a tinge of grief. I sat up in bed, angrily staring at him, feeling ill at ease and for a moment, lost for words.
After settling the inner conflict in my mind, I decided to believe him, not because I was moved by him but because during the first two days when I was surrounded with loneliness, emptiness and despair, someone came to my door and brought some warmth into my lonely life.
This night was really blissful. I sweated, woke up and went back to sleep again. Later, when I really could not sleep, I thought of only a person, a man outside keeping watch over me, my heart had the feeling of being significant.
In the middle of the night, I woke up, got out of bed, tiptoe to the door of the bedroom, secretly looked out into the living room and saw Kang Zixian sleeping on the sofa. On seeing him, such a big man, shrinking into the sofa, covered with his own coat, eyebrows nicely groomed, he must be so tired that he fell asleep.
The nights in Spring were always chilly. I could not restrain myself, took out a blanket from the cupboard and covered him with it. This could be considered my silent 'thank you' to him.
Later I fell into deep sleep again. And when I woke up drowsily, the day seemed to be bright, I felt someone's hand gently covering my forehead. I narrowed my eyes, looked into the dawn, at the gentle and troubled face, such a beautiful vision. I thought I had a beautiful dream that could only belong to the morning, a peaceful feeling slowly flowed into my heart and closing my eyes, I sank back to sleep.
I got up from bed with my hair in a mess, feeling a lot better. Taking my temperature....38 degrees, my fever had gone down and felt my energy had substantially returned. After brushing my teeth and cleaning my face, I opened the bedroom door and heard Kang Zixian talking on the phone, he was still here.
".....it's going to trouble you, Auntie Liang. Yes, light porridge will do. Just like yesterday's will be good enough and with some side dishes."
"No, just a friend."
"Meet who? ......No, grandmother, I don't want to. This is a waste of time and I'm not happy."
"This is entirely two different matters......Oh, I've got a call coming in......Okay, I will come back to have lunch with you. See you at noon."
Of course, Kang Zixian was not getting any incoming call. I reckoned that he did not want to go on that arranged blind date and also did not want to argue with his grandmother. He hung up his call, with an unhappy expression, turned around and happened to see me lazily leaning against the door frame, with ears erect, eagerly eavesdropping on his call.
He looked at me. The humble manner that he used when speaking to his grandmother had vanished and he had resumed to his normal self. He nodded slightly. "Good Morning."
I looked up at the clock, it was really early, only eight o'clock. I laughed and waved my hand. "Good morning. It's not early, time for you to go to work."
"How are you feeling? Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked avoiding the topic.
I shook my head like a drum rattle, delighted to find the dizziness was not strong. "No, no, no. I feel very good. My body is strong and bouncing."
Without expression, he corrected me. "You have not eaten yet."
"Didn't we eat last night? I'm fine, really fine." I pulled myself together, determined to put in all my effort to drive this man away.
I giggled and walked forward, boldly patted his shoulder. "You're good, brother. You can help people and finally look like a good man. Congratulations."
Kang Zixian with his arrow sharp eyes, looked at me, watching me clumsily trying to act out our brotherhood drama. I pretended not to hear and continued to exaggerate my act.
"Grandmother missing you? Tsk, tsk....the love between grandparents and grandchildren is really touching. Your grandmother is waiting for you, this little Red Riding Hood, so quickly go back, go back." I pushed him.
"I told them to cook some porridge." Then he pointed to the bag of warm food on the coffee table. "There is some bread and soya milk. Before I come back, put some food in your tummy first."
I was silent.
Soy milk was very fragrant, bread was very fresh and the man in front of me was pleasing to the eye and also caring....he was perfect. I pursed my lips and blinked my eyes several times, thinking of this big and fatal problem: Kang Zixian was treating me too nicely. Did this look like he was looking for a one-night stand? Even if he was looking for more than a one-night stand, he could not be so considerate.
Treating me badly was normal but treating me so good was really abnormal!!
I remember learning psychology in school, this subject was very advanced. It summarized the criminal pattern to predict a serial killer's method. And from the past pattern, draw out the suspect's profile, basically***not close to ten.
In fact, criminal psychologists are not happy gods. They could deduce the direction of unsolved cases because the criminals were lazy. Metamorphosis killers usually used metamorphosis methods and when it is time for them to kill, they would be lazy. Today gunmen had to go to black markets to get guns and at the same time, they could also be slaughtered by brothers in the black market. Tomorrow, to chop up someone, one had to get a knife for killing pigs because the knife for killing pigs was heavy. The day after, to bury people alive, the gang leader had to shovel the wasteland to dig a pit but the person has yet to be killed. Maybe he was so tired that he had an extreme brain hemorrhage and that pit was for his own use. So why not let everyone stop breathing? Why engage so many ways to kill? Directly use DDVP, easy to use and save money and be ensured that the poison would kill. And this good thing, the Chinese mouse could enjoy and the foreign metamorphosis killer had to fly all the way to China to buy, so being a metamorphosis killer was also not easy.
From the serial criminal fixed killing pattern, it could be seen that generally all things have a fixed pattern and it would not be easily changed. And once there was a change, then it would definitely be brain variation affected by an alien invasion, in short, was not normal.
From a professional point of view with repeated analysis, Kang Zixian indeed was treating me a lot different. Saying that blind dates were a waste of time but willing to take the time to run back and forth to send me food which was only a bowl of porridge..... one who had always been mean and sharp was now occasionally familiar and easygoing, wasn't his feelings towards me obviously clear?
If in the beginning, I still had doubts but now I was thoroughly sure.
I was scared from inside out and he had already chased up to my door, did I have any way out of this?
Immediately I made a decision.