Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 21
byThe premonition of hearing the flute
Lu Huaichu took the train at 7 o’clock in the morning, and the two of them got up at around 5 o’clock. In other words, the two of them didn’t sleep at all that night.
“Baby, you can rest at home. You don’t have to send me off. I’ll just take a taxi. Last night…” As he said that, Lu Huaichu’s eyes moved to the waist that Wen Di was holding on to. His face turned slightly red and he turned his head in embarrassment.
“? Why are you pretending to be an innocent girl! Lu Huaichu! Just wait for me in Anzhou. When I have a rest today, I will set off to Anzhou tomorrow to kill you!” Wen Di roared angrily.
He roared too hard, straining the muscles of his waist and thighs. The sudden pain made him unable to hold back and shouted: “It hurts, it hurts!!! Ah…hiss…”
Wen Di could only buy a train ticket that would leave Pingzhou one day later. In order to comfort the aggrieved dog whose eyes were red from crying, Wen Di made up his mind and devoted himself all night.
Lu Huaichu quickly put down his luggage, carried Wen Di into the bedroom with a horizontal hug, put him gently on the bed and covered him with a quilt, then half-knelt by the bed, looking deeply at Wen Di, refusing to leave.
Wen Di felt a little inexplicable at being seen, and urged: “Let’s go quickly, don’t miss the train.”
“Baby, are you going to drive me away?” Lu Huaichu’s eyes turned red again.
“No!!! No, no! Don’t cry! I was wrong!!” Wen Di panicked visibly and wanted to get up, but Lu Huaichu held his shoulders and pinned him down on the bed.
“Stop moving, sleep well, see you in Anzhou.” Lu Huaichu kissed Wen Di deeply on his forehead, stood up, turned off the light in the bedroom, and left.
The bedroom fell into darkness again, and the faint fragrance from last night seemed to still be floating in the air.
Hearing the sound of Lu Huaichu pulling the suitcase and opening and closing the door, Wen Di felt a little sour in his heart.
Almost, almost, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but want Lu Huaichu not to leave, not to be a doctor anymore, and he not to be a reporter. The two of them took their savings over the years and went to live in the mountains and countryside.
Fortunately, he held back.
In the darkness, Wen Di slowly turned over. He took Lu Huaichu’s pillow into his arms, buried his face in the pillow, and a tear fell down the bridge of his nose in the darkness.
Lu Huaichu sat in the back seat of the taxi, closing his eyes and concentrating, but all he could think about was listening to the flute.
I miss the baby so much, I want to hold the baby, I want to kiss the baby, I want to make delicious food for the baby, I want to send the baby to work and pick up the baby from get off work, and I also miss the baby…the little mole on the side of the waist…
As if something suddenly occurred to him, he rummaged around for his phone, then opened the takeout app and ordered Wen Di a luxurious seafood porridge that would be delivered three hours later.
The baby worked hard yesterday and needs to be replenished.
Small vendors selling breakfast are arriving one after another on the roadside. The steaming breakfast brings a touch of “life” to the cool morning.
The students were carrying schoolbags and waiting for the bus in twos and threes at the bus stop. At this time, in addition to the students, there were some old people pulling trolleys on the bus who had to rush to the morning market.
It was not yet bright, but the street lights were flickering. There were few cars and people on the road. The bus was driving faster than usual. When the tires passed a pothole, the car was jolted violently.
The people in the car rose and fell with the bumps, and the sewage that had been in the potholes for a night was splashed several meters away.
The old building on the roadside was awakened by the sound of the bus and turned on its voice-activated lights.
The dim rental house was filled with the smell of rotting garbage.
There is a bed and a table in the room of a few square meters, and the rest of the space is filled with express boxes and takeout boxes.There was no clutter on the table except for a SLR camera.
The man was lying on the bed, his shiny face illuminated by the fluorescent light on his mobile phone screen.
There was a cigarette in his mouth that was almost burning to the end, and the ashes were randomly flicked to the ground.
He took a puff of the cigarette and then blew it out at the screen of his mobile phone. The smoke dissipated and the figures of Wen Di and Lu Huaichu appeared on the screen. It was the photo of holding hands taken in the underground parking garage.
“After so many years, you still haven’t changed. You are just as annoying and disgusting as before, Wen Di…”
Hong Pengfei looked through these photos casually, his expression becoming more and more ferocious and vulgar. He seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be suppressing a feeling of nausea.
“Like men? Do you like being pressed down on the bed and fucked by a man? If so…will he still like you? Will he still like you? Hahahahaha!!!” Hong Pengfei laughed louder and louder, and the small single bed creaked because of his movements.
He slowly stopped laughing, coughed a few times, sat up from the bed, reached out and opened the drawer under the table, and took out a notepad from it.
He did not turn on the light. With the faint light of dawn outside the window, Hong Pengfei quickly rummaged for something in his notepad. His fingers counted line by line, and finally settled on a string of phone numbers.
Hong Pengfei took out the original phone card in his phone and installed a new one. After entering the phone number in the text message editing interface, he was ready to package and send the photos of Wen Di and Lu Huaichu. His finger stayed on the send button for a moment, and then entered a few words: “Mr. Wen, the photos you want.”
[Sent successfully.】
The phone dinged. Hong Pengfei pulled out the card, broke it, threw it into the toilet, pressed the flush button, and a new day began.
Wen Di was woken up by a call for takeout. He opened the door sleepily and took out the takeout. After sitting at the dining table and taking a few bites, he realized that he had not ordered takeout at all.
He trotted back to the bedroom, fumbled for his phone from the bed, opened it and saw that it was Lu Huaichu who ordered it.
Not only did he order takeout for himself, he also reported his itinerary to himself at any time. The latest one was:
[Baby, the train is about to enter the mountains. There is no signal on your mobile phone. When you wake up, remember to eat the takeaway I ordered for you. I love you!】
“I love you too…” Wen Di murmured, and then dialed the phone back. The phone rang 12 times, but was still not connected. It seemed that he was still driving in a place with no signal.
[I’m awake. I’ve received the love breakfast. It’s delicious. Did you eat instant noodles on time on the train?】
Pictured: All eaten seafood porridge.
After the news was sent out, Wen Di’s depressed feeling became less intense.
Ever since Lu Huai first went out in the morning, Wen Di felt depressed. He had a premonition that something bad would happen.
Wen Di’s premonitions were always very good but not bad. It was a coincidence that Lu Huaichu was about to go on a long trip.
He packed up the takeout boxes and wanted to lie down in bed and play with his phone, but after lying down and scrolling for a few minutes, he got upset and got up again. He wanted to pack the things he would take to Pingzhou tomorrow, but found that Lu Huaichu had already packed everything for him.
Wen Di could only sit in the study with his hair, which was rubbed like a bird’s nest, and opened the first volume of his Arabic introductory textbook…
Banxia novel, a lot of fun