Chapter 97 97

97 In the autumn, Bai Tushan got married in France. When she came back to see her son, Aimei and I went to her house to see her, and when we entered the door, I said, "Congratulations." She waved her hands at me again and again, although I didn't understand it, I immediately stopped talking.Tushan’s youngest son stood in the hallway and looked at us. Tushan smiled and called him Auntie. It was our turn to shout "Auntie" in unison. Tushan let us into her room and closed the door before I asked, "What's the matter? "My mother didn't know that I was married. I told her that I was only living with Qianla and she didn't want me to marry a foreigner."

"What about living together? Is it okay to live together?" "right." "Your mother is also a god." Tell us about Baitushan's marriage. Susan's visa in France is about to expire, and the only way for her to stay in France is to get married, which is not difficult for her, the difficulty is who to choose.She hesitated for a while on this issue, and even made a long-distance call to ask Aimei to help her as a staff member. For an Asian woman who wants to get married and has no money, of course there is no perfect candidate. In the end, she married this man named Qian La Felipe's handsome sixty-year-old.

Chandra Phillips was indeed a handsome old man, as evidenced by the photographs, gray-haired, well-proportioned, elegant, always old, and old is not ugly.The old handsome guy is a cellist, not famous, but he has played all his life. You may think that Tushan married him because he has a few money, no, what he has is not a few money, but a lot of debts.Susan married him because she fell in love with him, and of course to stay in France.With his little cello skills, this old man could be a middle-class man, but he is dishonest. He has been a playboy all his life, likes to fly airplanes, collects antique violins, has a lot of friends, and borrows usury when he has no money. When she married Bai Tushan, she had nothing left but her debts.

"You didn't know him in the park, did you?" I remembered the time when Tushan lost her wallet. "no." I nodded, I have made progress. "It's in the subway." Pretty much the same. "Tell me about how they approached you?" Susan pulled her long black hair. It was really black and hadn't been dyed at all. It should be an attractive exotic in France. "Miss, you are so beautiful! Shall we have a cup of coffee?" she said. I laughed out loud, and my eyebrows laughed too. "this one?" "Yeah, that's how they all start—'You're beautiful'."

"'You are so beautiful'? No better than a Beijing ruffian. Here, such words can only attract a blank stare." "The French love to talk sweet words, but it doesn't matter if you listen too much. This week after I came back, every time Qianla called, the last sentence was: Hug you with all my heart! Hug your son and your mother with all my heart!" "They are really equal and fraternal." Aimei said, I couldn't breathe from laughing. The door squeaked open, and Tushan's son stood at the door with a serious face, without a smile on his face, and there was a bit of disdain in his expression, which is definitely not the expression you can see on the face of a six-year-old child .We all stopped laughing at once, feeling a little embarrassed under those gazes.

"We disturbed you, I'm sorry, let's keep our voice down." Tushan said, her attitude was not towards her son, but towards her father. The son turned and left without making a sound or responding, and Tushan hurried over to close the door tightly. "Your son is so cool." I couldn't help lowering my voice. "It's more than cool!" Aimei seemed dissatisfied, "Did you see his eyes? He doesn't like his mother at all, even us." Susan just laughed. "Your son is definitely not a mortal, let's wait and see! Have you ever seen such a worldly look? You are only six years old, and you can see through all of you! It's worthless."

"We're worthless," I said. "No! It depends on whose standpoint you stand on, but why did he stand on the opposite stand at such a young age? It's not a good stand, it's a philistine stand!" "How can anyone say that about someone else's son?" "You don't know, she came back to our class reunion two years ago and took him there too. How old is he, four years old! After the meal, everyone suggested that everyone say a few words, wishing a good life, a good job, etc. He said it too, you know what he said, he said 'good shit!' At the time, people didn't know whether to laugh or not, and it was embarrassing to laugh, and he knew how to deconstruct! Can you believe it?"

Susan said, "He's different from me." Aimei persisted: "This explains the problem. These are the children of our next generation, who don't believe in anything, how scary!" "Are you taking him to France?" "Yes, it may take half a year." "It's not like you at all." Ai Mei emphasized again. "There is a saying that when a mother is pregnant, she will subconsciously determine the child's personality. Bai Tushan may feel that her life should be corrected in her heart, and she hopes that her child will not be like herself."

"At least he can take care of himself since he was a child." "Of course, it's not just about taking care of himself, he will surely accomplish great things." Aimei agreed with dissatisfaction. I can tell you the story of Tushan later. Half a year later, she brought her son to France to live with Lao Qianla. It is said that the old and the young get along well and often play football together.But then Tushan couldn't get along with the old man. She said that she had never seen such a weak man. He soaked in the bathtub for two hours every day and sighed for days with a bump on his face. The heavy debt was even worse. Mount Tai couldn't afford it. Tushan once wanted to go out and write calligraphy to earn money, and Lao Qianla felt ashamed.When encountering problems, neither romance nor elegance can help. According to Tushan later, Lao Qianla is actually a selfish bastard.

After four years in France, Tussan turned to detest French men, saying they were mediocre and weak, unmanly and devoid of passion.She even thought that any foreigner in France was better than a French man, so she divorced Lao Qianla desperately. After France, the romantic land of her dreams, disappoints her, Tousan asks where else a good man might be found.She thought that a tribal chief in an equatorial country might be more suitable for her, and Aimei suggested that she go to South America to try. Tushan hasn't been to South America yet, but I know she won't stop.From birth she had no interest in, nor envy in, a life of comfort and success.Tushan is actually an ideal of mine. I am eager to hear her legend, and hope that her legend will have a miraculous ending, even if this miracle is just an accident in the random changes of the world.

But that day, Tushan was still immersed in her love with old Qianla, and showed us the photos of them loving each other in the garden, as well as the love letter that old Qianla wrote to her full of red hearts and cupids. I endured it, but decided to ask her: "How old is he?" "Fifty-nine, soon to be sixty." "Is it okay to be in bed at such an age?" Susan nodded affirmatively. "Caucasian people." Amy said. "It's better than many Chinese boys!" I have no experience in this area, and I don't like foreigners, but that's exactly what Bai Tushan said. While we were discussing such a serious issue, my cell phone rang. What made me even more impatient was the noise on the phone. The person just said "Hello, hello" twice, but didn't say who he was. "Which one?" "it's me." "Who?" "I really can't hear you?" "Which one?" I am most annoyed that the caller does not give his name, why should I remember you?Where did you get this confidence?Anyway, I don't have such confidence, no matter who I call, I always give my last name first, except for one person - my mother. "My surname is Chen." "There are many surnamed Chen." I can't even believe it, but I really mean it!The moment I said this, I knew who he was—Chen Tian. "Oh hello!" I gestured to Aimei and Tushan, walked out of their house, and stood in the corridor. He laughed on the phone: "I forgot so quickly." "I'm chatting at a friend's house, the signal is not very good..." Forget it, why bother to explain, "Is there something wrong?" "It's okay, I just wanted to call you." It's that simple?After half a year of no news. "Oh." "How are you? "It's fine." Every time he asked me how I was, I always answered like this, how else could I answer, say I'm not good, I'm going crazy, I can't live without him? I was silent, he called, I will not relieve him of this awkward situation. Someone walked by in the corridor, holding the phone, and the palms were sweaty. I walked downstairs step by step, and walked out of the building door. Outside was a busy street with noisy people, and I didn't know where to go. "I just wanted to call you, so I did. I think I should tell you, you must be thinking, who is it, who is so good, and suddenly disappeared. Can you talk?" "I am out." "I want you to know that I can only let people who have the same bearing capacity as me bear this matter, and I can't let the weaker party suffer." Don't flatter me, I don't have the ability, this is no reason for me to suffer. "I care more about her. In such a family, my parents divorced since I was a child..." He chose to explain when he didn't need to explain anymore. "I miss you." He paused for a while, then added, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me." It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that you said it too easily!The phrase "missing you" twitched around my mouth thousands of times, and in the end I could only swallow it back into my stomach. It still hurts there, corroding my intestines, corroding my stomach, it is A brick that can never be digested, sticking to the corner of the eye, hurts every time it moves. Is "missing you" such a simple word that can be uttered?What is "missing you", an occasional sleepless night, or endless hopelessness day and night; the momentary nostalgia and the eternal inextricability are just the difference between "missing you" and "missing you very much", It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. "I always think of that day, when you stood in the morning sun, you were so small, and then you, with such a quiet face, how could you be so turbulent in your heart, every clothes you wore, naughty look, All, from beginning to end, think about..." Why do you say that, he can't disregard other people's feelings, come and go as he wants, and say whatever he wants!He can't ask others to move freely with him, how can he know that I won't be hit again? "Actually, I don't see you, I just miss you, which is also very good." "Okay, that's it, how can I spoil your fun." I tried to say it as a joke. After hanging up the phone, I realized that I had gone nowhere, the same street, the same building, the same people, and I couldn't even find the way back to Bai Tushan's house.Thank goodness I didn't show a trace of misery and nostalgia on the phone, if I did, I would look down on myself.Be a little proud of yourself, lovers!Even if I regret it immediately, even if I regret it countless times when I miss you, even if one day I regret it enough to hate myself, I can only say this, I am this kind of person! They say that Capricorns have an awkward personality, and it is difficult to reveal themselves even to the one they love. "Awkward," that's the word to use. I hate myself so much!