Chapter 2 Chapter 002

I got up to make him breakfast. But he was about to go out with his briefcase: "I don't want to eat, I don't have enough time. I was busy all night yesterday, and I can go to work today." My major in Liaoning University is Japanese.After graduation, I used to work in a Japanese company, but because I couldn't organize the documents well, and watched the faces of my boss and colleagues every day, I simply resigned and stayed at home as an idler.With only some language foundation, I can barely cope with Japanese dramas or read novels now. The city of Shenyang was occupied by Japan at the beginning of the last century and was not liberated until the end of World War II. There are still some colonial relics in the old city.Old houses with narrow windows and narrow doors, restaurants with wine banners, and trams that look like toast bread, a line that has traveled for hundreds of years.

I took the tram to Nanshi Market to buy vegetables. I passed a stall selling fresh lotus roots. The owner of the stall was a rural woman in her thirties who yelled at me, "Buy some lotus roots." Her lotus root is plump and beautiful, but unfortunately I can't make it.I was about to go there, and the man said: "It's very easy to make, cook it and let it cool, just add some seasonings." I looked at her, and she looked at my face: "You don't look good, eat some lotus root, it's good for your health." When I was cooking at home, I sliced ​​the lotus root I bought back and looked at my face in the kitchen mirror. Everything was as usual, and there were no dark circles under my eyes. What's wrong?So distracted, I accidentally cut my finger, blood flowed out, and dyed the white lotus root red.

But it was worth it. He went home for dinner at night and praised the lotus root for its deliciousness.I stretched out my injured index finger and shook it: "Look at the price." He laughed and came and kissed me.I looked at his face carefully, and I always felt that there was some change in his facial features today, I couldn't tell, it was clearly still his original appearance, but there was a faint shadow of someone else. He is happy tonight, because the results of his work have been recognized again, and the details of the new contract are being discussed, just waiting for him to work overtime to make the product.

To celebrate, we drank a little wine, went back to the room and fell asleep hugging each other. Then he was thirsty and begged me to get some water to drink. I kissed his face and went downstairs to the kitchen.I brought mineral water and a water glass, and when I turned around, I saw the Japanese standing at the door. I stared blankly at him, he frowned, pursed his lips tightly, and slowly walked up to me with a look of resentment, I could see the dark blue veins on his neck.He reached out and touched the little mole at the end of my eye.His fingers were cold. I was clever, the cup in my hand fell to the ground, it was torn apart, and the sound was crisp.

I woke up the next day in my room, still remembering this strange dream.But I finally saw clearly the Japanese in the dream, he was tall and handsome.But the breath is cold. I laughed lightly, feeling that I was really bored, which is probably what the unemployed young woman Sichun said in her loneliness.But this is a slight deviance in his thinking. When he sees Fan Bingbing's photos, he will pay more attention. I dream of people who don't exist, and it's not a big sin. My husband has already gone to work, and I get up, get dressed, and plan to tidy up the room. On the kitchen floor, there were fragments of teacups all over the place.

My mother rushed over after hearing the news, hung a red jade Maitreya around my neck and said, "This is what your father asked for in Lingyin Temple. There may be some unclean things in the newly moved house. You can hang this to keep it safe." Safety."