Chapter 6: Cooking

Cooking instant noodles also takes only a few minutes. Fiona poured the noodles into the bowl, put it on the rice table, and poured it again Paul Henry a cup of water.

By the time I finished eating noodles, it was already three o'clock in the morning.Fiona Go to the master bedroom to make the bed Paul Henry, the blanket has not been dried for a long time, but fortunately it is not damp, considered dry and cool.

I don't know if my feet can take it or not, Fiona. I think tomorrow I have to take the blanket out to the yard to dry, if it's not sunny enough tomorrow, I'll have to borrow a neighbor's dryer.

“Oi.”Fiona, engrossed in thought, turned around, almost bumped into Paul Henry in a wheelchair, took a step back, and fell onto the bed.

"Are you okay?" Paul Henry asked her.

"Yes?" Fiona stood up, casually patted the bed sheet, "I'm ready, you should rest, it's too late."

"Yes, thank you."

"Nothing."Fiona There was a brief pause, "I'll be out first, Uncle Paul Henry get some rest soon."

Fiona After walking a few steps, I suddenly remembered something, went to the toilet to get my clothes Paul Henry out, and added: "I put a glass of water on the nightstand, if you're thirsty at night, you can drink it."

"YES."Paul Henry responded.

Fiona no more reason to stay here, open the door to go out, when it closes, she seesPaul Henry turned his back to the door of the room, did not move but sat still in the wheelchair.

The door of the room closed with a "clack" sound, blocking the light in the bedroom.

Fiona stood outside the door, did not immediately leave, but stayed and listened to the inner movement.

She waited for a long time, then saw an echo in the room, the sound was not loud, it seemed like the sound of a stick touching the floor.

Fiona Wait until it's quiet in the bedroom before going to the living room WC to helpPaul Henry wash clothes, red water flows out from between her fingers, fingertipsFiona I couldn't help shivering.

Fiona Dry clothes in the yard, then take a shower.

After taking a shower, she took the blankets out of the study room and placed them on the sofa.

The living room is close to the main bedroom, just lift your head to see it, even if the door is closed, in short, closer to him, she feels more secure in her heart.

She did not forget, a few hours ago, he was still holding a knife to cut his wrist.

Fiona thinks so, find the other knife in the backpack.

Under the lamplight, the blade radiated a cold light, the black hilt stained with the marks of the years.

He must have liked this knife very much, so he always held it in his hand to enjoy.

But the same knife had just cut his wrist.

Fiona turns off the lights, lies on the sofa, heads towards the master bedroom, obviously very tired, tired to the point of yawning continuously, eyes stinging and watering, but closing my eyes in my head, I still don't stop thinking, extremely awake .

If someone has the intention to destroy themselves, it is absolutely impossible to disappear in an instant.

The feeling of falling from the clouds is definitely not pleasant, let alone someone who used to be so arrogant.

Hand Fiona unconsciously touching the collarbone, what will a person who does not want to live anymore think?

Failed to die once, will there be a second time?

Will.

This answer Fiona very sure.

*****

Paul Henry lying on the bed but not sleeping, the curtains are not closed, can see the street lights, dim light, dark night.

The bandages on his wrist were a little sore, reminding him that just a few hours ago he had cut his wrist with his favorite knife.

In fact, the blade of the knife was stained with a lot of blood.

Never before had he thought that the last time it was stained with blood would be his own.

Do you really want to cut it down?

Now that it was a few hours ago, he couldn't remember how he felt at that time.

Is it because you have suffered for so long, wanting to try to see how it feels before you die?

If he really faced death, would he choose to exist as a soulless corpse or use a knife to bring the world to silence?

He wanted to see how he would choose until that moment, but he had not yet felt the fear of death.Fiona had arrived.

Like pouring a basin of cold water to your heart, making you wet from head to toe, do you really want to use this method to end it?

If I know John Bush I know, that guy will surely laugh at him for days and nights.

If the instructor knew, he would definitely point at his nose and curse loudly: "You are so weak!"

He was really thinking about death.

Because he doesn't know how to live.

Especially living with this handicap.

Paul Henry Touching the leg is almost no feeling, at first, he was also filled with hope that he could restore his legs, but more than half a year later, he still fell into despair, these legs did not have any No sign of recovery, none at all.

The only thing that makes him grateful is that his legs can still feel, he can walk with a cane to go to the toilet, if he really had to lie motionless on the bed despite the arrangement, he probably wouldn't have wondered if he was weak. or not.

Fiona lying on the sofa tossing and turning for a while, finally couldn't help it, quietly walked to the front door of the master bedroom, put his ear to the door to listen to the inner movement, then remembered, definitely in the bedroom no more sharp weapons, even nail clippers were taken out by her, it's fine if there's no movement.

Fiona Leaning against the wall, he sat down, his legs curled up, his whole body curled up.

Relying on this place could ease the tension in her heart.

Fiona I don't know when I fell asleep, when I woke up, it was already morning, the sunlight coming through the window outside the living room shone on her eyelashes, forming a small shade.

Haven't opened my eyes yet,Fiona felt pain in the whole body, neck pain, arm pain, waist pain, discomfort everywhere.

When I opened my eyes, I met a black figure, Fiona. He was so scared that he shrank back, his head hit the wall, making a very loud sound.

Wheelchair backwards,Paul Henry looked at her: "Why are you sleeping here?"

"Yes?"Fiona rubbed his head to get up, because his legs were numb, he was a little wobbly, it was very difficult to stand up, the tip of his tongue began to slur again, "... Yes, maybe I am sleepwalking..."

"OH."Paul Henry nodded, wheelchair turned the other way, said as he walked, "Your sleepwalking position is new."

“…It's also normal.”Fiona blushed and went to the toilet, then closed the door.

Paul Henry looked at the pillows placed on the sofa, glanced at the toilet again, pulled the wheelchair to the sofa, folded the pillows and put them in the guest room.

The guest room has a bed of 1m5, the remaining space has a bookcase, a large desk, and a small sofa in the corner of the room.

The window is a glass door close to the ground, outside the window is a small yard.

Next to the glass door is the door to the courtyard.

Since no one has dealt with it for a long time, there are a lot of weeds in the yard, a small yard, but because of these few grasses, it makes people feel deserted.

Fiona came out of the toilet, didn't seePaul Henry where she finally found him in the yard.

He was still wearing the boy's outfit that she gave him last night, looking at the morning sun and was dumbfounded.

The urban area in the early morning is also not quiet, in front of my apartmentFiona there is a small flower garden, in the flower garden there are old men practicing swords, sometimes someone jogging past, some people from afar have started to greet, noisy and bustling, if you often sleep in, the Such sound will become noise.

There are many apartments on the first floor who have complained about this to the real estate company, butFiona feels very good, because there is a human breath.

"It's still cold early in the morning, Uncle Paul Henry should come in."Fiona I went to the clothes drying rack to touch, last night there was little wind, let the clothes dry for more than half, wait for the sun to come out later, dry again in the morning.

Fiona He raised his hand to look at the clock, it was only 7 o'clock, "What do you want to eat for breakfast, outside the gate of the sub-district there are many houses selling breakfast, soy milk, biscuits, dumplings, sesame cakes, what do you want to eat to eat?" I'll go buy it."

"Whatever, you can eat whatever you want, thank you."

Please don't be so polite.

"No problem."Fiona Take your wallet and keys to the door.

AfterFiona Out of the door, I suddenly felt panic in my heart, justPaul Henry was not in front of her eyes, this feeling of panic came again, it was like eating a stimulant, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a big tree that covered the sky.

Fiona hurriedly ran out of the urban area to buy breakfast, then ran back nervously.

Run to the door, open the door,Fiona panting together with the person who was preparing dishes and chopsticks in front of the dining table, four eyes looked at each other.

"You are home."Paul Henry pushed the wheelchair over, took the bag in her hand.

He poured soy milk into the cup, arranged the dumplings and buns on a plate, his movements were mature and elegant, looking very calm, like a guru performing the tea ceremony in a teahouse, his whole body covered with fairy.

From last night until now, Fiona was always in a state of panic, early in the morning running like a hundred-meter race, now I only feel my legs are weak.

“What are you standing there for? Come here for breakfast.”Paul Henry call her.

"Yes."Fiona politely sat down as a guest.

“Does soy milk need added sugar?”Paul Henry pushed a glass of milk.

"Yes."Fiona nodded, the result of running too fast is that until now, it is still difficult to breathe, due to the lack of oxygen in the brain, it is impossible to react.

Paul Henry glanced at her: "Do you have sugar in your house?"

"No."Fiona shook his head.

"OH."Paul Henry picked up the dumpling and took a bite, looking at the bewildered person in front of him, "Do you still want more sugar?"

"Yes."Fiona nodded again.

Wait until Paul Henry finished eating a dumpling,Fiona Just reacted, immediately blushing.

"...Uncle Paul Henry, do you want more sugar, I'll go buy it."Fiona said as he stood up.

Paul Henry pointed to the empty cup: "I don't need it, thanks."

Fiona: "… No problem."

Fiona sat back, picked up the cake and took a bite.