Is Queen of the Movies open today?

Chapter 161

"Little Gu, I'm also your aunt anyway. Your uncle is dying. As a nephew, it's fine if you don't help. Do you still want to drive me away?"

"Please leave." Gu Qinghui's expression was cold and firm, and the woman's expression changed a few times, and finally she couldn't hang on anymore.

"You don't even think about it. When your parents died, who organized the funeral for your family? Now that you are promising, the six relatives don't recognize you anymore, right? How can you be worthy of our family's kindness to you?!"

The woman's sharp and pungent voice resounded clearly outside the door, and the originally quiet corridor instantly became extremely noisy. Xia Chan stood behind the door, paused for a moment, finally couldn't hold back, opened the door and walked out.

She has protected her weaknesses since she was a child, and she is not the kind of person who will not save her. Seeing Gu Qinghui's indifferent and passive scolding all the time, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and she just wanted to stand up and stop that aunt's mouth.

"Auntie, you don't look too young anymore, and you still don't know how to be a human being. Gu Qinghui's current life is what he fought for himself. I don't think it has anything to do with you, right?" Xia Chan pulled Gu Qinghui back With his wrist, he pulled him to his side, "It is indeed kind of you to help Gu Qinghui's parents with the funeral. In return, Gu Qinghui can also help you with the funeral."

"You little girl, why is your mouth so poisonous? Is this cursing us to die early?!"

"Depending on how old you are, Gu Qinghui can definitely afford to wait."

Xia Chan's expression was slightly stern, and she looked directly at the aggressive middle-aged woman, but she didn't show any signs of timidity, and instead pressed her even more.

She tugged at Gu Qinghui's hand, signaling him not to be weak, and to fight with her, but he only cared about looking at her righteous side face, and forgot that there was a very annoying person standing beside her.

"Gu Qinghui! Is this the kind of person you made friends with outside! No wonder you have become such a disobedient and unfilial person, your parents will scold you even under the nine springs!" Women can't target Xia Chan, they can only do it the other way around. Watching the silent Gu Qinghui squirm.

"My parents will praise me for doing the right thing." Gu Qinghui looked even colder, her words seemed to have touched his untouchable forbidden area, "I have already called the police before going upstairs, I don't mind sending you in for a night. "

"Annihilation of humanity is simply annihilation of humanity!"

The woman left cursing, with a face full of dissatisfaction, but the unscrupulous people were afraid of the criminal law, so they had to leave in despair.

"I really can't see how you, who are usually so indifferent, would calm down when facing this kind of person." Xia Chan felt a little resentful, "You have to confront her head-on."

She has been a reporter for so many years, and she has met too many unreasonable people. She knows that the wicked need to be tortured by the wicked, and she still has a way of dealing with such people.

If he is arrogant, she is even more arrogant than him, because she knows that this kind of person's violence is often without confidence.

"If you stand by my side and help me like this, you're not afraid that I'm really the person she said she doesn't recognize?" Gu Qinghui asked without answering.

"I've known you for so long, do I still believe what a stranger says? My own eyes tell me that you are not that kind of person." She has never misjudged anyone since she was a child. The same is true among friends.

"Xia Chan, thank you." Gu Qinghui bent his lips, smiling lightly but sincerely.

It was rare to see such a gentle smile from him, and Xia Chan couldn't help laughing.

No wonder he didn't go home during the Chinese New Year, and he didn't want to mention his hometown. It turned out that he had unspeakable difficulties.

"Thank you, shouldn't friends be like this?" Xia Chan said disapprovingly.

Gu Qinghui was slightly stunned. Since childhood, he seemed to have never had friends, and he didn't quite understand what friends should do.

He used to always think that friends were a burden and an obstacle for him, but he never thought that friends were also an inspiration, a kind of peace of mind, and a kind of fulfillment that would no longer be lonely.

He seems to understand why everyone needs friends.

He also gained friends.

But at this moment, there was a voice in his heart clamoring that what he wanted was not just friends.

For the first time in his life, Gu Qinghui had a clear goal for the word "want".

It turns out that this is desire, and he also has desire, and no longer feels that life is boring and long, because there are things to look forward to, and everything becomes clearer.

"What are you having for dinner?" Thinking of this, Gu Qinghui had a secret plan in mind.

"The pig's trotters are being stewed in the pot." Xia Chan said, and after two seconds of reaction, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have turned off the pot for stewing the pig's trotters.

She ran into the house in a hurry, Gu Qinghui looked at the half-open door, and sighed faintly.

Also, this is the first time she has left the door open when she goes home.

He reached out to push the door open, walked in pretending to be idle, and walked close to the kitchen.

Xia Chan started the fire again, and the bright flames licked. The bottom of the casserole gradually became hot. Along with the hot air, the smell of stewed pig's trotters wafted out, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of meat.

Xia Chan turned her head and found Gu Qinghui standing at the door of the kitchen, startled.

"How did you get in?"

"Hungry." He replied lightly, Xia Chan looked at his thin figure, and remembered his astonishing workload in the dissecting room, and her heart softened.

Forget it, anyway, she just got paid, so she still has a lot of money.

"Then I'll send you some after I cook it."

"No need." He subconsciously refused, and sat down at the dining table, "I'll go back after eating."

He was dressed in dust and dust, and he had just returned from the outside, and his body was contaminated with a lot of dust and bacteria. Normally, he would never eat without taking a bath and disinfecting, but today is different.

Inexplicably, he wanted to try the life of a normal person like her.

When I go home, I just take off my coat, put on home clothes, wash my hands and sit at the dining table to eat.

Thinking of this, he looked down at what he was wearing.

The day I worked in the dissecting room came back to my mind.

"I'll go back and take a shower first."

Forget it, let’s go step by step.

The pig's trotters were stewed slowly, Xia Chan didn't expect that Gu Qinghui would come to cook the rice, so he only stewed two, and thinking about it, two people seemed not enough, so he simply took some vegetables from the refrigerator and cooked the rice again.

When she paid back his hot and sour powder.

When Gu Qinghui came back, he saw that the dining table was steaming hot, several dishes were quietly placed on the table, and Xia Chan was still busy in the kitchen.

This inexplicable sense of familiarity seemed to bring him back to a time when he didn't remember anything.

In his vague memory, he was sitting at the dining table waiting for dinner, his mother was serving porridge in the kitchen, his father had just come back from get off work, and the family was happy and harmonious.

After so many years of lonely life, he has forgotten that he was just an ordinary and ordinary child.

Gu Qinghui washed his hands, and then made it at the dining table. Xia Chan put the casserole on the dining table, signaling to Gu Qinghui to serve it first.

"Although it has not been sterilized before cooking, it has been cooked for such a long time, so it should be regarded as high-temperature disinfection."

"Well, forget it." He took the spoon generously, filled a bowl for himself, took a sip of soup from the bowl.

The soup is white in color and delicious, without adding any extra condiments, but the taste is light and delicious.

He picked up a piece of pig's trotter and took a bite carefully. The pig's trotter was already so soft that it almost fell off the bone when it was lightly touched. Lean meat is not sticky, it is attached to the skin, and it will be taken off with a light bite.

It is rare for him to taste a certain dish in such detail. Now, just one mouthful of pig's trotters made him taste the delicacy comparable to that of a full banquet.

"It's delicious." He didn't hesitate to praise, and of course he wasn't hypocritical, the pig's trotters tasted really delicious and not greasy, even for a meat-hating person like him, he thought it was delicious after a bite.

"Then you eat more." Xia Chan smiled modestly, but was actually quite proud in her heart.

The food cooked by the aunt at home was not very to her liking, and no one cared about her since she was a child. She was used to being self-sufficient, so cooking was no problem.

Originally, it was only used to fill the stomach, but I never thought that one day I would be praised by such a harsh person.

It would be a lie to say that I don't have a little pride in my heart.

The two of them ate quietly, and the atmosphere was unusually harmonious. Xia Chan, who likes to be lively, sat quietly across from someone at this moment, and didn't feel embarrassed without saying a word, while Gu Qinghui, a person with a serious habit of being lonely and obsessed with cleanliness, There was a person sitting across from him, talking and picking up vegetables, and chopsticks often passed in front of him, and he didn't feel disgusted, and even felt a little like a sense of belonging.

This feeling is amazing and indescribable.

After dinner, Gu Qinghui took the initiative to take on the job of washing dishes. Standing in the kitchen of Xia Chan's house, facing the sound of gurgling water, he seemed to have figured it out.

He was keenly but somewhat dullly aware that the neighbor relationship he had maintained for such a long time had actually already deteriorated in his heart.

He never treated Xia Chan as a simple neighbor.

Unfortunately, he only realized it now.

But what was sober was that he realized it now.

While washing the dishes, Gu Qinghui bent his lips and smiled thoughtfully.

Since he was a child, he was not the type to sit and wait for death. Although he was taciturn, he was not a passive character.

Now that you have realized what you want, you have to take the initiative.

"Xia Chan." Thinking of this, he called out Xia Chan's name, and said in the most ordinary tone, "My apron tie is untied, please help me tie it."

Xia Chan obediently walked behind him, picked up two straps from his side, and tied them together.

His meager means had some effect, and Gu Qinghui was very satisfied.

The night is getting darker, and the lights of thousands of families are brightly lit outside the window. Under each window, each family has their own ups and downs, and they who make up the lights of thousands of families are also experiencing their own lives.

You decorate them, and they decorate you. Everything in this world is mutual, and this is the beauty of the world.

It was only now that Gu Qinghui gradually understood this point, fortunately it was not too late.