Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-nine I am the lonely lover in your small building

I first met Fang Minghui on an afternoon in April. Spring is late, the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining warmly through the gaps in the leaves, and I am sitting under the tea stand on the balcony embroidering. Such a day is not tomorrow, but also last night.It seems romantic, but it is helpless. I have been married for two years, and my husband has been away on business for many years, leaving me behind and living the life of a small building and a deep boudoir.Because my husband disapproved, and because I thought it was unnecessary, I stopped working since I got married.The old friends naturally lost contact, and the days suddenly grew longer. Apart from watching TV and reading novels, they embroidered, not for a living, but for self-entertainment.Starting from the most complicated double-sided embroidery practice, flat stitch, random stitch, reverse stitch, straight stitch, the skills are improved day by day.

Because I was eager to win, I occasionally tried to sell it to the Guanqian Street boutique twice, asking the price and giving myself a score.Unexpectedly, Fang Minghui, secretary of the Textile Association, was attracted. He is tall, thin, speaks standard Mandarin, and has a polite attitude, but there always seems to be a little worry between his brows.Although it was a door-to-door business talk, the words were very seldom, dull, but there was no lack of sincerity. I couldn't help being moved, and agreed that all the embroidery work would only be handed over to his family. He was very happy, but his expression was still light.I said in my heart, this is a very temperate person, but his emotions are all on his face, so this is also a very simple person.

I have a deep impression of him and a good one, and even after many years, I can still clearly remember that there was a cigarette burn hole in the inner pocket of his open jacket. When he came again, he brought me a bag of tea leaves, which were loose but fragrant, and it turned out to be the rare Yuqian Longjing tea. I was even more moved, and immediately washed my hands and cooked the pot, took out the full set of Kung Fu tea set my husband bought from Taiwan, and performed tea art with great interest. Minghui smiled, and his warm smile warmed me like the sunshine in April: "You are playing with tea, not drinking tea. You must know that tender and fresh green tea cannot be brewed with boiling water. The water temperature is about 80 degrees. Otherwise, the tea leaves will be cooked and the taste of the tea will be damaged. And when brewing, the teacup should not be covered, otherwise it will produce ripe stuffy air and affect the freshness of the tea soup. Therefore, your nine-turn Huilong Wenxiang tea tasting procedure can Forget it, just drink some tea."

What I said made me both ashamed and happy. I was ashamed that I was playing tricks, and I was happy that he had studied the tea ceremony so deeply. In fact, I usually like to drink a little wine. After dinner and before going to bed, I always drink a glass of Baileys or mint wine to relieve boredom. But since then, my regular drink has changed to tea.Moreover, he deliberately bought a lot of books about tea ceremony, studied the brewing techniques of each tea, and shared them with Minghui when he came. He gradually stopped coming just for business.And I began to learn to hope. Sometimes cloudy, sometimes sunny, as long as there is nothing to do in the afternoon, he will come unexpectedly, carrying a bag of tea, or an embroidery sample.We sat under the tea stand on the balcony, sipping tea, chatting, watching the rain and the clouds bloom, and we felt peaceful and comfortable like never before.And if he doesn't come, no matter how bright the sun is, it will be cold.

I know I've fallen in love with him. I began to speculate about his family, and asked about his private affairs in a roundabout manner. I gradually learned that he had a son and a daughter. Because his wife was a Hui nationality, he had an extra-birth; It has become more and more dull, and now there are almost no other conversations except for the price of firewood and the price of rice. "Chaimi and his wife, that's what I'm talking about." He sighed. "It's already very good." I comforted him, "Like me, I meet my husband for less than a month a year, and we don't even have a conversation about the price of rice."

When two married people fall in love, they will no longer have the romantic enthusiasm of young people, but they will be much more calm and warm like a trickling stream. Before I knew it, half a year had passed like this.I am getting used to waiting for him, looking forward to him, thinking of him day by day, and treating him as the mainstream of my life. I never told him, every time I saw him off, I would lean on the balcony and look at him. The balcony of my house is facing an office building, and it is covered with chrome glass from top to bottom, which is crystal clear and shiny.Whenever he approached, he always cast his shadow on the opposite glass first, and then people saw him a little bit, and then he disappeared through the alley next to the glass building.

I looked at him, looked at him, and thought about when we could meet again, feeling both empty and full.Because I know that his heart will be like mine, and because I know that such days will not be long. But I still didn't expect it to end so helplessly. The reason is simple - my husband came back from Nanning. When Minghui came to the door, I was trying on the gold necklace my husband had given me, and when we saw him, we were stunned.Then I introduced them both with a guilty smile, serving tea and water, as a hostess should do. Minghui, on the other hand, was generous, politely offered a cigarette to my husband, and took out the embroidery contract for the second half of the year for my husband to have a look at.According to him, my identity is no longer "Miss Yu", but "Mrs. Chen".Their dialogue is exactly the kind between men and men, serious, rational, and not cold.

Her husband, being a businessman by nature, quickly saw the flaws in the contract and raised some doubts.Minghui readily agreed to make amendments, made an appointment to re-sign, and left. This time, I didn't see him off on the balcony.But in my heart, his back is clearly printed, just like the glass building opposite, getting closer and further away. My husband didn't see anything wrong, he just hugged me tenderly and said, "Linlang, you can also do business, but you are too bad at fighting for your own interests. In this regard, you should take me as your teacher." "Mr. Fang won't cheat me." I replied neither soft nor hard, I don't know if it was for Minghui or for myself, and I felt wronged for no reason.

At this moment, her husband's cell phone rang, and he looked at the number, frowned and said, "I've already returned to Suzhou, why are these customers in Nanning still looking for me? Ignore him." After a while, he got up to take a shower, but the phone rang again.I picked up the answer, and the other party was a young woman who asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" I replied, "I'm Mrs. Chen. My husband is taking a shower. May I ask who is looking for him?" But the other party hung up suddenly with a "snap". In the evening, I did a massage for my husband, and asked him with a smile: "How many good sisters did you meet in Nanning?"

"Not one." The husband replied happily. "You are good." I praised him, but I didn't believe it at all.But why pursue it?So what about finding out the truth?As long as he always comes back to me in the end, as long as those idle flowers and wild willows surrender without a fight in front of the golden sign of "Mrs. Chen", why should I trouble myself? Idle flowers and wild willows?My heart skipped a beat. To Minghui, am I just a wild willow?Does that Mrs. Fang who has never met know of my existence?And whether, ignore it just because you don't care? But then I comforted myself, Minghui and I are different, we are in love, he can give the company that my husband can't, and I can have the conversation with him that he and his wife don't have.I won't tell him about daily necessities, and he doesn't have to lie to me.We are the one in each other's hearts, not idle flowers and wild willows.

This time her husband stayed in Suzhou for three consecutive months, and Minghui didn't visit her for three consecutive months.The contract was still signed, and it was my husband who went directly to their company to sign it for me. And I hid at home, desperately embroidering butterflies.They are all alone, flying among the flowers, looking for her flower. Every butterfly has a flower, but the flower is not willing to stay with only one butterfly.Every night, my husband and I share the same bed, but the one we embrace in our dreams is another person. I began to envy that Mrs. Fang, and really wanted to call Minghui to ask, has the price of eggs increased recently?Foot-and-mouth hysteria is popular all over the world, isn't beef cheap? In the past, I always underestimated this kind of dialogue, thinking it was vulgar and superficial.But now, I finally figured out the importance of the mediocrity, because there are 11 million people in the world who can talk about embroidery, tea ceremony, and business with him, but there can only be one person who tells him leisurely: remember to bring a bag after get off work. Bring back the cilantro. Oh I envy her! In the blink of an eye, winter is deep, and my husband and I are busy doing New Year's goods.On the way home, I suggested on a whim: "Let's find a cafe for romance." My husband smiled indulgently: "Petty bourgeoisie." But he still complied with me. Sitting on the rocking chair covered with flowers, I felt as if I had returned to my youth, rocking comfortably, and said to my husband: "Now, try to pursue me again." My husband looked around: "Wait a minute Wait, let me see how other people do it, and ask a teacher on the spot." Suddenly, "Isn't that Secretary Fang of the Textile Association?" "Minghui?" I blurted out, turned my head hastily, and couldn't help being stunned. Facing me across the flower stand was Minghui who was talking and laughing happily. Beside him sat a beautiful woman, and the way Minghui looked at her was familiar to me.I believe that it is definitely not Fang Tai who can discuss the price of firewood with him.That is only the second or even the hundred and first Yu Linlang! My heart suddenly became empty. I said softly to my husband: "He is dating, let's not disturb him." My husband looked at me: "Aren't you afraid of getting fat? Why do you put so much sugar in it?" I murmured: "The coffee is really bitter." My husband didn't ask any more questions.I suddenly thought, maybe just like I don't pursue my husband, my husband might not be able to guess what was wrong with Minghui, it's just that it's inconvenient to pursue it.Anyway, in the end we always come back to each other.Just like, Minghui will always return to Fang Tai's side. However, my heart is so painful. I don't know why I am like this.I can tolerate my husband being playful, but I can't forgive my lover for being inattentive.Perhaps, just because we know that we can't fully own each other and can't last forever, we will be more demanding and perfect. A lover can neither guarantee me material enjoyment nor give me status. What we have is nothing but a true relationship of mutual acquaintance and mutual respect.If even this is discounted, I don't know what is the reason for those day and night thoughts and worrying about gains and losses? At that moment, I suddenly understood that the so-called love is actually just a game between lovers; kindness is the true meaning of marriage.And now, it's time for "GAME OVER" (computer terminology, game over). After all, I didn't finish the cup of coffee that had too much sugar and was still bitter. When spring comes again, I give Fang Minghui the last embroidery job, which ends our contract - the embroidery is a pair of young and white-headed mandarin ducks, following each other, spring waves and clear water, facing each other in red clothes. I think he will understand my heart.