Rebirth Aftec Death

Grapes and kiwi

After school at noon, I went to the back door of Li Chishu's class and saw that he really didn't go to eat. He was sitting in the classroom alone doing homework.

I didn't disturb him, but went straight to the underground supermarket to buy a box of grapes and a box of cut kiwis, and took some snacks. I went back to Class 25 and sat in front of Li Chishu: "Don't do it, eat some fruit."

Li Chishu smiled: "I'm not hungry."

"I bought the fruit because I knew you weren't hungry." I opened the box and stuffed a fork into his hand, "I used Jiang Chi's card, eat more."

Li Chishu hesitated: "He...he lost the game again?"

I didn't say anything.

If Jiang Chi loses every time he treats you to a meal, then I will play with him until the end of time.

I took a piece of paper from Li Chishu's desk and spread it under my hands, peeling grapes while saying: "We agreed before the game, the winner can use the card for a semester and spend it as he wants."

"What if you spend it all?" Li Chishu asked.

I'll recharge it after it's spent. How can I let my wife starve?

I can only think about this, and it would scare people if I say it now.

"After you spend all your money... let's play another game. Whoever wins has the right to swipe the card."

I handed the peeled grapes to Li Chishu's mouth. He hid back a little, and when he saw that my eyes were not right, he slowly leaned over and bit the grapes into his mouth.

"Thank you." Li Chishu chewed vaguely and said carefully, "But if you keep swiping my card, isn't it... not good?"

"It's good." I picked up the fork and put a piece of kiwi in my mouth, "Are the grapes delicious?"

Li Chishu nodded.

I threw the fork on the ground calmly, bent down to pick it up, and then put it on the paper that was padding the grape skins: "My fork fell."

"You use mine." Li Chishu wiped the corner of his mouth and quickly passed the fork in his hand to me.

"Forget it, it's too troublesome to switch back and forth." I estimated the time, quickened the action of peeling grapes, and said in a very straight man's tone, "You feed me."

-Every strand of hair was telling Li Chishu: Whoever minds has something to hide.

This trick is also very useful. Li Chishu stared at the classroom door and gritted his teeth and fed me a bite.

The first group of people who went out to eat were about to return. I peeled the grapes, went outside to wash my hands, and took the snacks I bought from my seat and put them on his table: "Eat some when you feel like it in the afternoon, don't be hungry. You're too thin."

Li Chishu probably knew that it was useless to refuse, so he pondered over the snacks for a few seconds, slowly divided them into two portions, pushed the extra portion to me, and only kept one for himself: "You should eat some too... You're also quite thin."

I had already half turned around and was about to leave, but I found his words funny again, so I turned back and asked him: "I'm thin?"

"Yeah." He nodded lightly a few times, "You... your hands are very thin."

Perhaps he was afraid that such a straightforward criticism would make me angry, so he added: "... They are also very long."

Some scenes in my previous life when Li Chishu was in pain because my fingers were too long suddenly appeared in my mind.

That was a rare, pure joyful moment between him and me in his already difficult days.

I looked away and coughed, pushing the snacks back, and my fingertips deliberately stayed on the packaging for a few seconds so that Li Chishu could appreciate how long my fingers were: "Too long is not a good thing."

Li Chishu was stunned: "Huh?"

"Nothing." I moved the seat in front of him back, avoided his sight and laughed, "I'm leaving first."

Li Chishu only opened one pack of snacks and didn't finish them - he didn't like snacks very much. Li Chishu once told me that when he was still a child, he wanted more than anyone else for the things that children especially liked: snacks, ice cream, and carbonated drinks, but after that stage, no matter how much he wanted to make up for himself, it was useless. People eat the food of their age, and the desire that has dissipated can only stay in the age that belongs to it, and it can't come back anyway.

I passed by a pharmacy on the way home from evening self-study. After asking the driver at home to stop, I went in and bought two bottles of eye drops for Li Chishu. Before entering the store, I accidentally glanced at a coffee shop next to it, and remembered what Li Chishu said above.

After he got sick, he always liked to buy a lot of strange things, the more expensive the better, but he always piled them up at home and rarely touched them. I think it was just a revenge consumption mentality. He was already successful in his twenties and was trying to make up for the little Li Chishu who had nothing in the past.

He was not interested in most things, but there were a few things that he could barely tinker with, one of which was the coffee machine he bought. I was lucky enough to drink his failed latte art several times.

That time, he and I each held a cup of coffee he made by hand. Li Chishu's hands were skinny and thin, so thin that I was worried that he would not be able to hold the heavy coffee cup in his hands. He sat on the carpet at home and whispered: "Although the food in the cafeteria on the first floor of our high school is not as good as the other two floors, fortunately there are two TVs. Every time I eat, I see people drinking coffee on TV and wonder what the coffee in the store tastes like, how the latte art in the cup is made, and can I taste the difference when I drink it with the coffee? Sometimes I can't taste the whole meal, and my mind is full of coffee. I guess the one on TV must be better than the instant coffee made by my classmates. But the instant coffee in their cups back then was already very fragrant to me."

I asked him: "So which one do you think tastes better now?"

He Staring at the coffee foam in the cup, he smiled: "I can't taste it. They are all the same. Bitter."

At this time, I returned to the table with the eye drops I bought for him and called my mother: "Mom?"

As expected, my mother was playing mahjong with someone: "Are you done with school?"

I answered and asked her: "Do we have a coffee machine at home?"

"Yes," she said, "It's in the tea room on the third floor, next to where my mother plays mahjong. Do you want to drink coffee?"

I didn't say anything, and asked again: "Can the Western chef we hired make coffee latte art?"

In fact, I originally wanted the chef to make a cup of latte art for me the next day, and I would take it directly to school.

But before going to bed, I faced a question that I had been unwilling to think about in my subconscious: I dared not fall asleep.

I was afraid that I would wake up and lie in the cold mourning hall again, and I would only see Li Chishu's portrait when I looked up.

I would rather not sleep.

But the night really has a powerful force that makes it difficult for people to resist. I began to understand why Li Chishu was so afraid of it in his previous life. I tossed and turned in bed, fear spreading in every second that I couldn't reach Li Chishu.

At three o'clock in the morning, I tried to dial Li Chishu's number.

I was actually not sure if the owner of this phone number was him, but according to his habit of keeping the same number for ten years, he should have never changed his mobile phone number in more than ten years.

No. 1 Middle School has always turned a blind eye to students bringing mobile phones. As long as they are not caught blatantly, they are allowed to use them to contact their families privately by the dormitory management.

There was a sound over there, and after the call was connected, Li Chishu's half-asleep voice came over: "Hello?"

I felt relieved.

I said: "Li Chishu."

He was quiet for two seconds, and then I heard a rustling sound. In order not to wake others up, he was burying his head in the quilt.

When he spoke again, Li Chishu was much more awake: "...Shen Baoshan?"

"Yeah."

"How...how did you get my phone number?" Li Chishu asked, and before I could answer, he lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

I skipped his first question and just said, "I can't sleep."

He was silenced by me.

But I refused to hang up the phone, just listening to his slow breathing.

After a while, he was probably helpless and said, "Then, what should I do?"

"..."I said, "Can you sleep with the phone open? I will sleep better with the sound accompanying me."

He yawned and asked in a low voice, "Will you sleep like this?"

"Yeah."

"Then...Okay."

Li Chishu didn't sleep much in a day, especially in the third year of high school. When he recalled this period of time, he only told me that in that year, he went to bed after one o'clock almost every night and got up before six o'clock. He took a nap for at most one hour. He was so tired that he could fall asleep immediately as long as he was given a pillow anytime and anywhere.

So after he promised me, he soon fell asleep on his pillow.

I took the phone that was connected to him, took the Bluetooth and the tablet, went to the tea room on the third floor, and spent the remaining three hours practicing how to successfully make a cup of not-so-ugly latte art.

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September 23, sunny

Today, Shen Baoshan and I had the same physical education class. He played basketball for a whole class and played after class.

I memorized words under the ping-pong table and memorized to the 138th page.

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September 23, sunny

Today, Shen Baoshan was very strange. He came to talk to me during physical education class, asked me if I slept well, and told me to pay attention to my eyes. After class, he asked me to have dinner with him again. He gave me fruits and snacks during lunch break and helped me peel grapes. I suspected that he had something to tell me, but it was difficult to say it.

By the way, he asked me to accompany him to a place during the short holiday, which might be very tiring. Maybe it was because of this that he treated me like this now.

Actually, no, even if he didn't do that, I would be willing to go with him.

But the kiwi and grapes are really delicious. Curry tastes like this, I'm not used to it. The food in the cafeteria on the third floor is also delicious. Thank you Shen Baoshan.