Chapter 8 (seven)

She only said in the letter that she wanted to find a small matter, and Tuo Enjuan took care of her and was not busy.Did not say meet.Now the situation is very different, it is not up to her to see or not. The only sentence in Enjuan's reply letter was a bit glaring: "It's not okay if we don't see each other." Obviously she thought she was afraid of seeing her, jealous of the rich and ashamed of the poor. She wrote again and said: "I can come to Washington by plane and go back after talking for an hour or two. Otherwise, if you pass by, it's the same to bend here. It's convenient to spend the night here. There are two rooms and the bed is comfortable. Now."

In the past few years, following Xuan Wang to travel here and there, flying by plane is a common occurrence.When he was looking for work, he often took the department head to other places for meetings, changed planes in Chicago, and had interviews at the Russian Sea Airport. After a while, Enjuan wrote to say that she was passing by at the end of the month to see her, but she would bring her youngest daughter with her.The feature in Time magazine mentioned that they had four children, one boy and three girls. Of course Zhao Jue expressed his welcome, but he couldn't help but wonder if there should be a third party present, lest she cry?

Immediately made another long-distance call to make an appointment. At noon that day, there were two very light pecks on the apartment door.As soon as she opened the door, Enjuan walked in wearing a bright green dress, and hugged her with a smile.Brand-name clothing is like this, the whole body is ironed, and it does not make people think whether the color is too delicate for a forty or fifty-year-old person.At most, he was in his thirties, but like most rich people in the United States, he was sun-tanned and his cheeks were like turmeric leather.The hair is very simply curled inwards. Before Zhao Jue could speak, Enjuan smiled to herself when she saw the astonishment on her face.

Zhao Jue smiled and said, "You are exactly the same as when you came back from Chongqing." Obviously, you have never gained weight. Zhang Zhang behind her. "Where's the little girl? In the car?" Finally, the voice dropped.Maybe it shouldn't be asked.Temporary decision not to get off? She just grunted too.Zhao Jue didn't hear clearly, so he didn't ask again, and guessed that the car must have left.There is no local airport; given her status, Chang Cheng would never drive by herself, and a driver is a luxury here, not something that acquaintances can't afford to mention.When she comes, she will never let the car stop at the gate. The driver sits in the car and waits, as if showing off.

"Coffee?" He poured two cups. "Hello Bian?" She could only mention it softly with a smile, if she didn't really ask, she wouldn't really answer. She looked around, and saw that it was a rather large sitting room and bedroom, with protruding windows in an ancient style; Yin smiled and said, "Didn't you say there are two rooms?" "Originally there were two apartments, but recently this one-room apartment was vacant on this floor, so I moved here." Enjuan gave an uncertain "oh", her smile was still skeptical. Zhao Jue was confused.It seemed to trick her into spending the night—why?Or lie to her that she has two rooms and an extra bed, only to have to sleep in one bed and talk all night long?But is that so?I couldn't figure it out for a while, I just felt very ambiguous, anxious and angry, but I didn't expect to point out that the letter said that the house number of the apartment was now 507, not 502.

It was Enjuan who changed the subject, drank coffee and said with a smile: "Now that men have long hair, what do you think?" Zhao Jue smiled and said, "I don't agree." Being so conservative, Enjuan murmured a little embarrassedly: "Is it still going to be completely flattened at the back?" She didn't say anything else. Zhao Jue was also inconvenient to explain that she thought the back of a man's head was cute, just like the Japanese thought the back of a woman's neck was sexy, so it had to be painted white and tender on the outside of the neckline of the kimono.Even if the hair of a man is not too long, the short hair can still cover the feet, especially the straight hair of the Chinese, which is the "duck buttock" of the middle-aged woman.

She speaks Mandarin with Enjuan.Since I came to Beijing to run Danbang, I can speak Mandarin well.In fact, it was like this the last time we met, but Enjuan suddenly complained: "Why has your accent changed completely? It seems to be a completely different person." The voice of the last sentence dropped, and he was half-talking to himself, like an impatient child who was about to cry. Zhao Jue was very touched, but he still smiled and said, "I don't know what I used to say, and I won't have the chance to say it after running away from home. Even my aunt's accent is different."

Enjuan thought about it, and seemed to think it was reasonable. "Otherwise we'll speak Shanghainese." Enjuan shook her head. Zhao Jue smiled and said, "Every time I see Judy Holliday, I think of you." Eun-juan was thinking about the late comedian's great looks--fat, with blond hair and a weak singing voice--and was clearly not happy. Zhao Jue still remembered when she was fat in the past, Yin explained again: "I was thinking about your 'fair arms'." Enjuan just said "Oh oh yo!" in Shanghainese, which is equivalent to "I still mention those old shells and rotten sesame seeds!"

"There is no need to drive here, and there is only one good restaurant that you can walk to," Zhao Jue said, "It's all cold dishes. It's extremely crowded, and you have to wait in shifts." Let Enjuan wait in a long queue now! "So I went there last night and bought some. Maybe you'd like to eat at home just so-so." Of course she agreed.