Painful things

  Ribs are braised with sugar and vinegar, three-finger-wide crucian carp is stewed with tender tofu to make a thick soup, cured meat is stir-fried with big green peppers...

  The one holding the spatula in the kitchen is naturally the best, with his jacket already off, and the sleeves of his purple shirt rolled up to his elbows, skillfully cutting slices of bacon and green peppers.

  But this time Zhao Zimo did not stand by idly, instead he actively sharpened his knife and hacked at the carp.

  She is killing fish.

  A basin full of water, several carp swimming in it. Zhao Zimo accurately picked up one and swung a kitchen knife "slap" towards the head of the carp. The fish that was still struggling to die may have fainted or died.

  She threw the fish on the chopping board, cut off the tail fin, and then scraped off the scales around it with the back of the knife. Then she made an incision from the gill area down to the belly, and with a few quick flicks of the knife tip, the innards were removed...

  A lively fish was killed in one swift motion under her deft actions like a fishmonger.

  Gu Cheng just finished chopping green peppers and was about to put them on a plate when he saw this scene, and casually asked: "Do you often go into the kitchen at home?"

  Zhao Zimo didn't even lift his head: "Occasionally, I can only cook a few simple dishes, but the task in the kitchen that I'm best at is killing fish."

  Gu Cheng's song: "......"

  Zhao Zimo raised his head to look at him, then coquettishly said: "Because of my mom, she would get so angry when she quarreled with my dad that she wanted to kill someone, but she couldn't kill my dad, and she couldn't bear to harm me, her only daughter. Killing chickens, ducks, and geese was too difficult, one knife wouldn't be enough to kill them, they'd still jump around for half a day. Later on, she just killed fish, small carp, easy to deal with, one slap would stun them, then anyone could slaughter them."

  "...... What does this have to do with your skill at killing fish?"

  "This is a shadow in my blooming youth."

  Gu Cheng's song: "..."

  "My mom once bought a hundred small carp, but she killed one and then lost interest in raising them. She got an idea and put the task on me to kill them while she watched with great enthusiasm."

  Zhao Zimo sighed: "After going through 99 rounds of fish-killing training, I quickly became proficient. From then on, killing fish was my specialty..."

  Gu Cheng's song: "......"

  A mother with a lot of personality, no wonder she can raise such a daughter whose character is more colorful than her appearance.

  If there is an opportunity, I really want to experience it...

  Seeing her carefully avoiding the fish guts on the chopping board, he gently rolled up the two sleeves that were slightly loose for her.

  Then he withdrew and left the kitchen.

  Less than a minute later, Gu Cheng Ge brought over a blue shirt that had been washed until it was slightly faded. He stood behind her, his hands passing under her armpits to tie the shirt around her waist as a temporary apron.

  He leaned in so close, Zhao Zimo clearly felt his breath affecting her, the blood in her body slowly warming up, she somewhat enjoyed this dizzying feeling for him, her face flushed pink as she turned back to give him a gentle smile.

  They exchanged a thrilling kiss, until the fish in her hand struggled free and jumped onto the ground, only then did they stop entwining.

  Gu Cheng's song from behind hugged her with unstable breathing, his chin resting on her shoulder, accusing: "You seduced me."

  Zhao Zimo was shocked.

  "This crime is too great! Hurry up and argue: "I don't have it!" She's very innocent, okay?!"

  Gu Cheng's song is very affirmative: "You have."

  Zhao Zimo turned back and glared at him: "I didn't!"

  "Gu Cheng's song is very persistent: 'You have.'"

  Are you trying to be unreasonable?

  Zhao Zimo wanted to open his hands which were placed on his waist, but they were too dirty. He could only frown and glare: "What are you talking about!" He spoke as if she was a bad housewife!

  "Look, silly Mo, you're tempting me again." He said, sealing her red lips once more.

  After a while, Zhao Zimo heard him whispering a sentence from his lips: "You don't know, your every frown and smile, every move, even raising an eyebrow, are all temptations to me."

  Zhao Zimo's whole body softened, and he only felt that his chest was filled to the brim, but his body was light and floating as if it were about to fly up.

  A glimmer of sanity barely remains.

  If he continues to be seduced by her like this, they might not even make it to lunch before sunset.

  "City song, wouldn't it be better if we ate lunch first and then continued?"

  After finishing speaking, Zhao Zimo automatically became dizzy.

  Good heavens, is she still in her right mind?

  But this sentence obviously pleased someone, and someone was very willing to let her off: "Okay, continue after lunch."

  Zhao Zimo felt that she had beautifully fulfilled her role.

  "Get out of here and go cook your own dishes! Don't dare kiss..."

  She turned back to face his smiling eyes, feeling both shy and embarrassed, the last word stuck in her throat and she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Catching sight of the dishes waiting to be cooked on the table, she changed the subject awkwardly: "Don't dare say I'm not allowed to picky eat again, or else..."

  Gu Cheng's eyes gleamed brightly, his eyebrows slightly raised and almost imperceptible.

  What if not?

  "Otherwise I'll pretend to be dead for you to see!"

  Gu Cheng's song is laughable and pitiful.

  "Silly Meng, I didn't buy any food that you don't like. Everything is what you love to eat. I'm letting you pick, you won't be able to choose."

  Zhao Zimo: "......"

  Kill fish, kill fish, kill fish hard! She finally knew why her mother was looking for fun in killing fish.

  It's because you brought it upon yourself, so you have no one to blame but yourself for getting angry!

  After dinner, Gu Cheng Ge shouted loudly: "A Mo, clean up and wash the dishes."

  Zhao Zimo, who had already started watching TV, stared with wide eyes in disbelief: "Why?"

  Gu Cheng sat on the sofa, stretching his legs comfortably and said meaningfully: "Some things are better to be trained early."

  Zhao Zimo furrowed his brow: "What's this 'early training' business? Oh, that's not the point, the point is, don't you know how to cherish your girlfriend's delicate hands?" She obligingly stretched out her slender white hand, then clenched her fist...

  Won't be wanting to hit someone, will you?!

  "Rock, Scissors, Paper!"

  Isn't it too childish?

  Gu Cheng's song touches his nose, has stretched out his hand, and what comes out is a fist.

  Zhao Zimo hesitated for a moment, and what he took out was a pair of scissors.

  She lost.

  But...

  "Just a moment ago I didn't say the rules!" Zhao Zimo laughed complacently, "The rule is, whoever wins gets to wash the dishes! So, please go ahead!"

  Her polite posture.

  "Go ahead and be stubborn!"

  Gu Cheng got up and put away his bowl and chopsticks, then went into the kitchen.

  Zhao Zimo followed him and stood at the door, pretending to have something to say: "Some things are better trained early."

  Gu Cheng's song: "......"

  The little girl with bright eyes at the door, is she really that silly and foolish?

  He picked up the dish soap and poured for half a day before discovering...

  It's all gone.

  "Amo, go downstairs to the supermarket in the residential area and buy a bottle of dish soap. The wallet is in the jacket on the sofa."

  Zhao Zimo achieved a complete victory and was in high spirits, so he gladly agreed.

  At the checkout counter of the small supermarket, Zhao Zimo opened his wallet to pay, but a photo tucked inside caught his attention.

  In the photo, there are two little girls of bean age. One is elegant and refined, while the other is pure and lovely. Both have already shown signs of beauty. They stand shoulder to shoulder, both revealing innocent and cheerful smiles. The elegant girl smiles more gently, while the one with a clear and lovely temperament laughs even brighter than sunshine, as if seeing her smile can turn a cloudy sky into a sunny day.

  Until the cashier miss spoke up, Zhao Zimo didn't come back to his senses, hastily paid the money and quickly returned.

  There is only one question echoing in his mind.

  How could there be a photo of her and Gu Chengxi from their junior high school days in such an exquisite wallet?

  This is a photo of her and Gu Chengxi. It was taken by a photography enthusiast teacher at their school, who had it developed for each of them.

  But why isn't it just her alone in the photo he's carrying in his wallet?

  Also.

  Zhao Zimo walked into the kitchen and slammed down the dish soap, opening his wallet to ask: "Gu Chengge, you wanted to put my photo in your wallet, why didn't you ask me for it?"

  Gu Cheng glanced at the photo in his wallet, and a faint ripple flashed through his deep eyes, but it was only for an instant before he regained his calm demeanor. He replied calmly, "Give me one of your solo photos."

  Zhao Zimo: "......Is that it?"

  Gu Cheng Ge Yang Mei: What else can be done?

  Yes, he has already asked her as she required, what else does she want?

  Zhao Zimo panted and returned to the living room to watch TV.

  A moment later, Gu Cheng Ge came out of the kitchen and stood behind the sofa where she was sitting.

  "Ah Mo..."

  "Stop arguing with me, come quickly and take a look, it's urgent."

  On TV, a police and bandit film was being shown. A three-year-old boy had been kidnapped, the kidnapper demanding one million dollars in ransom. The boy's wealthy parents were paying out cash while reporting to the police...

  Zhao Zimo had already caught his attention and didn't have time to be angry anymore.

  She intently stared at the tense scene of the hijacker and police confronting each other on TV, completely unaware that someone behind her had taken a glance at the screen and suddenly tensed up.

  On TV.

  An abandoned warehouse, a kidnapper holding a gun to the head of a frightened little boy, on the large screen, shocking is the close-up of the little boy's stunned face.

  The little boy's mother appeared at the other end of the warehouse, her face full of surprise: "Brother, it's you, how could it be you?"

  ……

  The kidnapper turned out to be the little boy's uncle.

  Zhao Zimo's heartstrings tightened, and he watched even more intently.

  The sound of Gu Cheng's song echoed on top of her head.

  "Amu, can you switch to another channel?"

  Zhao Zimo stared at the screen intently.

  "It looks good, why change it."

  The sound was gone behind him.

  A few seconds later, Gu Cheng sat down beside her, his body leaning forward, his hands clasped together, and his two thumbs unconsciously rubbing against the edge of his lips.

  He is nervous about......

  In the TV plot, it has been acted out that the kidnapper knows he is surrounded by police in the warehouse. He holds a gun tightly against the little boy's head, revealing a ferocious and sinister smile: "You actually called the police! You actually called the police! Well, don't blame me for shooting your precious son with one bullet!"

  The little boy's mother was pale and tearful, saying: "Brother, if you want money, we can give it to you. Why do you have to kidnap Xuanxuan? He is your own nephew!"

  As the two people on TV were at a stalemate, and the little boy's frightened face was occasionally zoomed in on, Zhao Zimo's heart hung high. Because she watched too intently, she didn't notice the pale face of the person beside her, or the hands clasped to their lips that were trembling slightly.

  The bandit was frantic, laughing wildly like a madman: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you were willing to give in, would I have taken this step today? I'll make you regret it, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your lives!"

  As a gunshot rang out, Gu Cheng Ge quickly closed his eyes, but felt a vast expanse of shocking crimson unfolding in his mind.

  "Alas—"

  It was the person next to him who let out a sigh of relief.

  Gu Cheng's song did not open his eyes, and there was an inexplicable fear in his subconscious.

  Zhao Zimo turned his head and discovered his abnormality, greatly surprised: "Extremely good, you... are you nervous and afraid?"

  She can't be wrong, can she? The usually unflappable and stoic extreme product actually showed this kind of expression?

  Gu Cheng nodded without hesitation: "Uh-huh."

  He still didn't open his eyes, Zhao Zimo sensed that something was wrong with him and said: "The little boy has been rescued, the kidnapper's hand holding the gun is injured."

  Gu Cheng Ge finally opened his deep and mysterious eyes, hiding emotions that no one knew about. He glanced at the TV screen, where the rescued little boy was wailing loudly.

  "The advantage of drama is that it can arrange the fate of the characters in the play, but life cannot. This little boy was very lucky."

  Zhao Zimo: "What? What? What?"

  Gu Cheng remained silent for a moment before asking an unrelated question: "Do you still remember things that happened when you were three years old?"

  Zhao Zimo shook his head honestly: "I don't remember."

  "Thirteen?" Gu Cheng Song asked again.

  Zhao Zimo nodded: "I remember some."

  Gu Cheng's expression was somewhat dazed, and after a long while, he said: "I remember everything."

  Because those two turning points in fate are remembered too clearly, so every midnight, they are shocking nightmares.

  Plop!

  Hmph!

  Everywhere was covered with shocking red...