Chapter 25 【Serial 18】Happiness comes so suddenly

The summer after the divorce, I asked for "custodial rights" back to Batuu.My mother and I rented an apartment in the Asian Games Village, one bedroom and one living room, and the monthly rent was astonishingly high.During the day, I washed my face with tears, and at night I hugged my pillow and talked, crying and telling everyone about my miserable situation.The music I listen to is not full of religious colors, or "whenever the night comes, loneliness is always by my side", "pat my shoulder and I will listen to your arrangements", basically it is not far from mental illness.

At this time, I met two very good friends by chance: Su Xiaoming and Zhang Baomo.They thought that I couldn't always show people this image of Mrs. Xianglin, and vowed to help me create a new life together. Every day, Su Xiaoming flips through her address book in front of me, complaining: "Why the hell is there no one who is single!" She was determined to find me a reliable boyfriend, even if she didn't talk about marriage for the time being. The first boyfriend is a "returnee" in today's terms, a non-technical talent, with various appearances: weighing more than 200 kilograms, wearing a small square scarf on his head, driving a big jeep with the sunroof open.

"The man is in excellent health; he is so large that I have to stay away from him. "Damn, then you made it clear, you like people who are not in good health?" Su Xiaoming hated iron and steel, and quickly introduced me to a second boyfriend. This gentleman is tall, thin and elegant, and he is very considerate to me.I went on two dates with him, and there was absolutely no "deviant" behavior other than eating and chatting. Su Xiaoming became anxious when he found out, and made a phone call: "I said what's the matter with you? Is there anyone like you? You have to rush! (meaning take the initiative)" Then he turned to me and said, "You have to take the initiative too Do you know something? Tell me clearly today, what exactly are you looking for?"

I thought about it, and there are three conditions.First, I am a very communicative person, he must be able to talk to me.Second, I don't want him to be particularly rich, I can support him.If my conditions were a little better than his in some respect, he might not have abandoned me.Third, it is best for him to be widowed, so he knows how to cherish me and knows that his lover will leave one day; "Come on, it's too hard for you!" Su Xiaoming interrupted me impatiently, "I have to kill his wife first!" After tossing and tossing like this several times, I have become disheartened and determined to depend on my son for the rest of my life.For a long time, no one asked me to make a movie. In order to maintain the quality of life, I planned to "sell my privacy" and write books to make money.So in my house, there is such a scene: on the table, on the chair, on the bed, and on the floor, there are manuscript papers all over the place. In the middle of the manuscript paper is a woman with a disheveled face who has not washed her face or combed her hair. She is writing with tears in her eyes. Her young son sat there alone playing with toys.

One day, I was reviewing the history of blood and tears in the first half of my life at home, when Su Xiaoming made a phone call: "What are you doing?" "Writing something." "Come on, stop writing, you have to come out to dinner with us tonight." "No, sister, are you going to introduce me to a boyfriend again?" "You're so boring, I tell you, absolutely not! Just us girls." Although she insisted that it was just an ordinary gathering of friends, I still vaguely felt that "there was a situation". "Sister, give up on this idea. I'm just a yellow-faced woman, and I'm still dragging an oil bottle. Who wants to talk to me?" Although the words were a bit joking, the heart was indeed desolate.

At this time, Batu, who was sitting on the bed and playing, said, "My mother is not a yellow-faced woman." The little man raised his face and looked at me with a serious expression.Suddenly, my tears came pouring out.Su Xiaoming was still working on the phone: "Hey, I said, are you listening? I told you that you can't do this now. This is called self-defeating, do you understand?" "Okay, sister, tell me what time and where you are."