Chapter 6 fly

I was stunned. From the end of [satisfied] to the beginning of [fly]. "A promise." Miss Cao said. "Ok?" "One minute." "what?" "It's eight o'clock." "Oh..." I finally remembered, "Yes, that's right." "You're always in a daze." She laughed. "I haven't heard this song before." "Of course. I did it myself." "Do it yourself?" "Yeah." Ms. Cao nodded, "After listening to the story you told, I wrote this song with that girl's mood."

"You are amazing." "I study music." She smiled slightly. I must have been so surprised that my body stopped completely and the muscles in my face stiffened. "Does it sound good?" "Huh?" I still haven't recovered. "Is the song you just sang good?" "It sounds great. Your singing voice should rank among the top ten in Taiwan." "thanks." I went to my desk, my mind still blank. Leaning on the back of the chair, I don't know how long I was in a daze until I was awakened by the sound of the phone. "Hello." I urgently stopped my sliding body and picked up the phone.

"Has the service proposal been written?" the voice of the boss. "Ah!" I screamed, "I actually forgot!" "Forgot? Very good. I also forgot to give you this month's salary." "Do not make jokes." "Who's kidding you!" The boss raised his voice, "Show it to me in ten minutes!" I hurriedly turned on the computer, but ten minutes was not enough, so I had to fill in the conclusions temporarily. When he hurriedly walked into the boss's office, it was already twenty minutes later. "Here." The boss stretched out his right hand, and I handed it over.

When he turned around and was about to go out, he said again: "Wait a while, I'll take a look and talk about it." I dare not find a chair to sit down, and slowly paced back and forth in the office. "Did you go to the zoo yesterday?" "No, why do you ask that?" "You walk like an orangutan in a zoo." "Oh." I stopped. I'm starting to relax though, because the boss only has a sense of humor when he's in a good mood. "Sit down." After the boss finished speaking, I sat down as promised. He drew on the document with a red pen, occasionally discussing the content with me.

"Li Yan." He picked up the phone, "Please make me a cup of coffee." I thought to myself, what kind of boss airs should I put on, if I want to drink, I should make it myself. "Otherwise you go soak." He raised his head. "I didn't say anything!" I was so scared, how could he know what I was thinking? "Your eyebrows are talking." So god?No wonder someone is the boss, but I am running around. Miss Cao came in with coffee, put it on the table, and smiled at me. "Please explain," the boss pointed to a passage, and said, "What does this mean?"

That's the conclusion part, I just scribbled it in. "The green hills, the green hills are still there; the setting sun, how many times the setting sun is red." Unexpectedly, Ms. Cao lowered her head and read it, then raised her head and looked at me suspiciously. "Hmm..." It's over, and I'm about to make an embarrassment again, I can't help but grab my hair. "Don't walk like an orangutan and scratch your head like an orangutan!" The boss yelled again. "It takes a bit of imagination to understand," I said. "I don't want imagination, I want the correct answer!"

The boss slapped the table and got up, the coffee cup on the table shook slightly and spilled a few drops. "We must do a good job in water and soil conservation, so that the green hills will always be green hills. Only our descendants from generation to generation can enjoy the beautiful sunset." After the boss listened to it, he was taken aback for a while, then sat down slowly and said, "It's really a text of affection and sex." "Where." I was a little embarrassed, "It's just written in a general way, it's not good." "Stupid!" The boss stood up again and said loudly, "Can't you tell the difference between praise and sarcasm?"

"This……" "This is an official report, do you think you are writing a novel?" I dare not answer any more, just looking at the green hills and sunset on the document. "Forget it." The boss sat down, "You change the part that should be changed, especially the green hills and sunset, and leave it to me in the afternoon." "Oh." I picked up the document with coffee drips on the table, nodded to Ms. Cao, turned and left. "Actually, you wrote this service proposal well." The boss's voice sounded from behind again. "Is this a compliment, or is it sarcasm?" With the experience just now, I carefully turned my head back and asked.

"Of course it's a compliment." "If it's sarcasm, say it clearly. Don't be reckless." "What did you say?" "I'm leaving." I knew I had said the wrong thing, and left the boss's office in a hurry. Standing outside the office door, I patted my chest and secretly called out. "You seem to be scolded by Mr. Zhou often?" I was taken aback again, Miss Cao was standing beside me at some point. "Not often, just occasionally." "Is it uncomfortable to be scolded?" "yes." "I think so."

I looked at her curiously, and felt that her questions and answers were very strange. "Do you think it's strange?" She smiled, "Because I haven't been scolded since I was a child." "Really?" I was even more surprised. "Yeah." She nodded. "very nice." "But I would like to be scolded too." "It's easy to be scolded. If you sing loudly now, you will be scolded by the boss." "Will it be?" She cleared her throat, "La la la la... la!" The last "la" was particularly loud. "Move!" I didn't even think about it, I quickly pulled her away.

"It's so fun." She even smiled. "Stop playing, go back to your seat. The boss really knows how to curse." She laughed again and walked back to her seat.I also went back to my seat and amended the service proposal. There are not many places to change, but the conclusion part almost needs to be rewritten. I have used too much imagination these days, so some of the text looks very unscientific. "Can life be so deep?" This sentence is very strange, life is not length, how can it be described as deep? I changed the words of the boss's so-called true love and sex, and then rewrote the conclusion. Around noon, it was roughly done. I got up and went downstairs to have lunch. At the elevator entrance, luck and misfortune waved to me at the same time. No, I mean I saw Miss Cao and Xiao Liang at the same time. "Let's have dinner together." Miss Cao said. "Think clearly." Xiao Liang chuckled, "Don't make yourself a vegetarian." "No. Imagine yourself as a sheep, and you will be very happy." "But you said you were a monkey who didn't like cleanliness, why did you become a sheep again?" Xiao Liang said. "Don't be too rigid, truth exists in daily life in various forms." "I'm talking nonsense again." Miss Li suddenly appeared from behind and hit me on the back of the head. "Are you going too?" I touched the back of my head. "Don't think that because I have fewer opportunities to play, you can ignore my existence. Let's go and eat." Four of us went to the vegetarian buffet, the one per person kind. During the meal, I kept thinking about the fact that Ms. Cao studied music and that she had never been scolded. "Hey, are you worried?" Ms. Li pushed me with her elbow, "Why don't you talk?" "Nothing. Just thinking about something." "What are you thinking?" Miss Cao asked me. "I'm curious why you study music?" "Are you a music student?" Ms. Li and Xiao Liang said almost in unison. Miss Cao nodded.I secretly regretted that this should only be something I knew. "What's so surprising about this? Li Yan has such a good temperament, of course she studied music." Xiao Liang looked at me, "If you are a music student, you should be surprised." "What if I really study music?" "I can't imagine it." Xiao Liang said, "That should be a tragedy." "It might be a disaster." Miss Li said. "Maybe it's a joke." Ms. Cao even said. I didn't expect that today it was one against three, so I had to keep my mouth shut even tighter. My personality is that if you must be outnumbered, you will be a hero who knows current affairs. I finished the meal in a hurry, told them to leave first, got up and left the restaurant. After walking out of the shop more than ten steps, Ms. Cao chased after her. "Hello." Her voice was panting, "I'm really sorry just now." "Just now?" I stopped. "Yeah." She also stopped, "I was joking." "Oh." I smiled and continued to walk forward, "I know, it's okay." "That's good." She also walked forward, not intending to go back to eat again. We walked side by side for a while, and I couldn't help asking: "Have you finished eating?" "not yet." "Then you go back to eat, I will go back to the company first." "But I don't think it's right for you to walk back to the company alone." "Just take it as if I have something to do, so go ahead." "As if?" she asked. "Does that mean it's not the case?" "Well..." A simple thing has become so complicated, I don't know what to say for a while. "If you have any unpleasant feelings, be sure to say so." "I've been saying it all the time." "I'd better walk back to the company with you." She came to a conclusion with a firm attitude. In the past, I always looked forward to walking side by side with Ms. Cao, but now that the opportunity really came, I felt that I was walking like a robot whose battery was about to die. The battery seemed to be dead, and I wobbled and stopped. "What's wrong?" Miss Cao also stopped. "Want to hear a story?" I said. "Think about it." She smiled happily. "It's a story about "Ming Shuo"." "Okay. I'm all ears." Seeing her, my limbs came alive again, not even wiggling stiffly like a robot. "There is a man and woman who have known each other for a long time. They love each other, but they never say so." "Well. And then?" "Later, the boy was going to study abroad. Before leaving, he mustered up the courage to ask the girl: Do you have anything to tell me?" "What did the girl say?" "The girl said: what I want to talk about is you." "you?" "Ok." "What's the meaning?" "Boys don't understand either. But girls still say the same thing: what I want to talk about is you." We walked and walked, and we have arrived at the downstairs of the company. As soon as she arrived at the elevator, Ms. Cao asked, "What happened next?" "After the boy went abroad, they still often communicate by E-mail. But the girl always signs at the end of the letter: you." The elevator came, we walked in, and she asked again: "Why does the girl sign "you"?" "The boy asked several times, but the girl never answered. As time passed, the frequency of communication between the two became less and less. Finally, the boy decided to marry a wife in a foreign country and planned to settle down, so he did not come back." "What did the girl say?" "She still said: what I want to say is you." We stepped out of the elevator, entered the company gate, and I walked directly to my seat. "You haven't finished yet." Miss Cao was still following me. "One day the boy printed out the girl's mail, intending to read it in his hand. He folded the paper twice, and if you unfold it, there are four small rectangles from top to bottom. Then he saw..." "what did you see?" "In the middle of the girl's signed you, there is just a crease that separates "you" into you and heart." "Oh?" "So the boy finally understood what 'you' meant." "What means?" I sat down and said slowly, "You are in my heart." "Oh I got it." "The story is over." ]: "Hello!" She was in a hurry, and her voice was a little high, "You are here again!" "But the story is really over." "How could it end? After the boy knows what the girl means, he will definitely take action." "Boys can still choose to play dead." "Can't!" "This is the office, and it's already working hours." "Really?" She looked at her watch and stuck out her tongue, "The story must continue after get off work." Ms. Cao returned to her seat, and I continued with my almost finished work. After completing the service proposal, I confirmed again that there were no words such as Qingshan and sunset in the content, and then took it to the boss's office and handed it to him. The boss read it again, and finally said: "That's it." I printed it, bound it, and ordered a courier to send it off. The matter is finally over, I am in a very happy mood, humming a song softly in my mouth. "You're out of tune." Miss Cao suddenly appeared again. "I'm sorry." I was a little embarrassed. "It's off work. Let's go together?" "Okay." I stuffed some things into the briefcase, got up and left. When we walked out of the company, we happened to meet Xiao Liang, who saw me and Ms. Cao walking together, his eyes were like frightened sheep. So I pictured myself as a fox and gave him a sly smile. As soon as she walked out of the building, Ms. Cao said, "Continue to tell the story." "I said the story is over." "The story is not over. The boy must return to the country immediately to find the girl." "Is this really the case?" "Yes, exactly." "Okay." I smiled, "The boy immediately packed his luggage, bought a plane ticket, and rushed back to find the girl. When the boy finally came to the girl, she gave him another word. " "Which word?" "busy." "Busy?" Miss Cao frowned, "What do you mean?" "If you take "busy" apart, it means that your heart has died. The girl means that she has given up her heart." "Why do you always like to tell stories with such endings?" She seemed a little unwilling. "No way, the character of the character determines the ending of the story. The ending of the story belonging to these two people should be like this." "Okay. So what's the lesson of this story?" "As I said before, this is a story about "speaking clearly". So this story teaches us that we must speak clearly if we have anything to say." "Then you were a little unhappy when you had lunch?" "Only a little bit." "I knew it." She laughed, and I was a little embarrassed, so I smiled too. "Then I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." Ms. Cao stopped and turned to the direction she came from, "My house is this way, Bye-Bye." After I waved to her, when I was going to continue walking, I found that I had reached the door of the cafe. When I opened the door and walked in, the boss kept staring at me with weird eyes. It seemed that the criminal police who already had the evidence of the crime were staring at the murderer who refused to be recruited. They always look like this when they give me the menu, when they pour me water, and when they serve me coffee. "She's just my colleague!" I protested loudly. "Nothing to do with me." I grunted, but he was right. I started waiting for girls who study art again. While waiting, I remembered the story I just told and how I got along with Ms. Cao. I always feel that I am too cautious when facing Miss Cao. It's like holding a famous and expensive antique vase in your hand, and you have to worry about accidentally breaking it before you can appreciate its beauty. It seemed that only when I was telling a story could I face her naturally. The girl who studies art gives me a sense of security and intimacy. In front of her, I don't have to worry about doing or saying the wrong thing. The more I waited, the more anxious I became. The girl who studied art never came. This was the third day she hadn't shown up. The first two days were holidays, and although I couldn't wait for her, I still had the possibility of her going out to play, so I was only disappointed, not too negative. But now I'm flustered, as if I forgot where something was, or forgot to do something. Yes, it is the feeling of forgetting but eager to remember. But the more anxious you are, the less you can remember, and you are worried that the things you have forgotten are very important, so you become more flustered. It suddenly occurred to me that the word "forget" is also a dead heart. Looking around, I began to feel that this cafe has become unfamiliar, and the scenery outside the window is no longer familiar. I even felt that the people entering and exiting the MRT station were no longer pursuing something, but were held back by an inexplicable force, so that everyone's steps seemed heavy. Did they forget something too? I suddenly had a feeling of fear that she would never come to this cafe again. Although I really want to laugh at my inexplicable feeling, I still can't laugh. I couldn't resist getting up and walking to the bar. The boss has his back to me and is washing the cups. "She..." I opened my mouth, but I didn't know how to ask? "She's just your colleague, you said it," said the boss. "I'm not referring to her, I'm asking about the girl who draws pictures?" "She didn't come today." "I know!" I raised my voice: "Why didn't she come?" "I don't know," continued the boss, "and why do you think I would know?" "It's just luck," I said. "You're lucky, I know a lot of things you want to know." I was a little surprised, and after a while, I asked directly: "Then where is she?" "Why should I tell you?" "Just relying on the loyalty of the people in the world!" I clenched my fists, a little excited. "You read too many martial arts novels." "Tell me." I loosened my fist, like a deflated ball, "I really want to see her." The boss suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned around and stared at me without moving. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said slowly, "She should be there now, but if she was there, she should come here first..." "Hey, make it clear." "Don't be noisy." He glanced at me, and then continued: "Because she didn't come here today, she won't be there now." "So where is she now?" He turned his back on me again, turned on the tap to wash the cups, and said, "I don't know." "Hey! You're kidding me!" He turned off the tap, dried his hands with a rag, then turned to me and said, "I just said: I know a lot of things you want to know, and I didn't say I knew where she was." "Then what do you know?" "Her cell phone number." "She has a cell phone?" I opened my mouth wide in surprise. "Why can't she have a cell phone?" "She's an art student!" "Do you think people who study art still use flying pigeons to pass letters?" Maybe it's my stereotype, I always think that those who study art should be people who don't eat the fireworks of the world. Just like I can't imagine an engineering student sleeping on lace-trimmed sheets. Before my surprise had completely faded, he picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Where are you?" "where is that?" "How to get there?" Then he hung up the phone, picked up a pen, and wrote something on a note. "She's at home." The boss gave me the note, "This is the address of her home, and I'll write down how to get there by car." "Thank you." I took the note and looked at the words on it. When I was about to open the store door to leave, I heard him say: "When you find her, remember to ask her..." "Ask what?" I turned around. "Ask her if she has eaten?" "Can you ask a more meaningful question?" "That's the right question." I stopped talking, opened the shop door and left. I took the MRT for about 20 minutes, then took a bus and got off at the fifth stop. It was already dark and the street lights were on, but the street scene in front of me was completely unfamiliar to me. Looking at the instructions on the note, when he was about to take a step forward, his feet suddenly stopped in mid-air. Because I thought: Would it be too abrupt to come to her like this? Also, why am I so anxious to see her? I should have thought about it for a while in the cafe just now, but now I am standing on the street hesitating, not only unwise, but also cold. Forget it, if you come here, you will be safe, so let's bite the bullet and find her. She lived on the fourth floor of an old apartment, and some vines and other plants were crawling on the walls of the first floor. The gate was not closed, and when I tried to ring the bell, I found that there were two households on the fourth floor, but there was no house number on the bell. I went straight up to the fourth floor and found a face painted on the door of one of the houses. This face is very big, occupying one-third of the door, and the expression is not cute, it just opens its mouth wide. Although some of the lines look like a child's doodles, I think she should have drawn them. I couldn't find the doorbell, so I had to knock twice on the forehead of that face. "Who is it?" A voice came from inside the door, "Who woke up the sleeping me?" This should be a female voice, but the voice was deliberately lowered to make the voice hoarse, so that it sounded a little weird. "I'm looking for girls who study art," I said. "Who are you?" "I'm a science guy." "Why don't you look at me when you talk?" "Where are you?" I looked around, "I didn't see you." "I'm right in front of you." I looked ahead and saw only the portrait of that face. "Stop playing." I suddenly realized that I must have been tricked, "Is she at home?" "You tell a joke about painting, and I'll tell you." The voice inside the door was still weird. I vaguely felt that this was a joke of an art girl, so I tried very hard to make a joke. "Come on, I'm falling asleep again." "When I used to introduce myself, I would say: I like fishing and painting, so I can be called a fisherman." I waited for a while, but there was no response from the door. ]: "Hey, I'm done." The door opened slowly, and it turned out that a girl studying art poked her head out. She smiled and said, "The joke you told was too cold. I just froze. Please come in." I walked into the living room and looked around a little, but there seemed to be nothing special about it. "I thought I'd see a lot of art," I said. "If you walked into a killer's home, would you see guns and bullets in the living room?" "This……" "I have a studio." She smiled, "My works are all placed there, not in the living room." "Oh." "Would you like to see my studio?" "OK." Her studio is actually just a room in this house, but there is no bed, only an easel. There were painting utensils and paints all over the floor, and some half-full glasses filled with cloudy-colored water. There are several paintings on the walls, in watercolours, oils and drawings, in various sizes. There is a balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a small round table and chairs are placed on the balcony. "Sit down, please," she said. "Thank you." I looked around and couldn't find a chair. "Sorry, I forgot there are no chairs here." "It doesn't matter." I said, "You have to stand and appreciate the painting, but you have to sit and listen to the music." "You also say such strange things." She laughed. "I learned from you." I also smiled. "You haven't been to that cafe in days." "Didn't I sprain my ankle last time? It became so serious that I couldn't go out." "Is your foot okay?" "Yeah. But I fell asleep on the balcony the day before yesterday. Maybe I accidentally caught a cold and caught a cold." "Is your flu over?" "Well, almost." "That's good." "Almost getting pneumonia." "what?" "Just kidding." She said with a smile, "I went to see a doctor today, and I should be fine soon." I wandered around the room, admiring the paintings on the wall; she stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows leisurely. "Did you draw anything these days?" "No." She said, "The paintbrush seems to be floating in the air, but I don't even have the strength to grab it." I stopped and looked at her.She shrugged, looking helpless. "What about your novel?" "No progress." It was my turn to shrug, "My heart is empty, I can't write." "It's okay." She smiled, "I'll go to the cafe tomorrow." "Hmm. That would be great." I stopped in front of a red painting, which was filled with strong fiery red, leaving no blank space. A person is outlined in black only, but the person's face is unusually large, even larger than the body. "Feel something?" "The human proportions are weird, and the facial features are distorted, unlike a normal face. Is this an abstract painting?" "Not all strange or inexplicable paintings are called abstract paintings." She laughed, "Have you heard a joke? It doesn't matter if the painting is abstract, as long as the price is specific." "Oh." I was a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I don't understand." "As I said, sometimes a painting is just like a relative or a lover. If it is not a relative or lover, it will naturally have less feeling." She paused, and then said: "This is what I painted two years ago. The theme is It was pain. At that time, it felt like the world was like a furnace, and I was always being burned, and there was no escape." "what about now?" "I'm cooked and ready to eat." She laughed again. I also smiled, and looked at the distorted facial features in the painting, trying to feel the pain she had. "If it were you, how would you paint pain?" "Probably a picture of a man sitting under a coconut tree reading a book and getting hit on the head by a falling coconut." "It's very interesting." She laughed twice and compared her fingers, "How about that painting?" I took two steps to the right and looked at another painting. There is a girl in the middle of the painting, the girl is not colored at all, except for the blue pupils. As far as the girl can see, everything is blue; But the things behind the girl still have their own bright colors. "This painting is called Melancholy," she said. "How to say?" "Melancholy is actually a pair of blue contact lenses. When you put it on, everything you see is blue. But in fact, everything has its own color, not necessarily blue." "It makes sense." "Thank you." She then asked, "Then how do you draw melancholy?" "The mood of a person who was hit on the head by a falling coconut, lying on the ground waiting for an ambulance." "Is this still painful?" "No, that's melancholy. Because he hasn't finished his book, and he has an exam the next day." She smiled and said nothing more. "How long ago was Melancholy drawn?" "I drew it last year." She said, "I just returned to Taiwan at that time." "Oh?" "I studied abroad for several years and came back last year." "Then do you still wear this pair of blue lenses now?" "I rarely wear them anymore." "That's good." I left the melancholy and approached a golden painting on the wall near the French window on her right. "This is?" I pointed to a large area of ​​golden yellow on the picture. "Rape field." She turned to look at the painting, "I painted this in Hualien this spring." Rapeseed flowers take up more than two-thirds of the picture, and the rest is a bit of light blue sky with almost no clouds. I seldom see her paint a scene, especially if it is so faithfully presented, I can't help but look at it a few more times. It seems to be lying in the sea of ​​golden flowers, and smell the sweet and fresh air. "What's wrong?" she asked. When I was about to answer, I found her standing next to me, I turned my head and said, "It's so comfortable." "Really?" She looked at me and smiled. "Hmm." I nodded, "This painting seems to bring people back to life." "Do you know the name of this painting?" "No matter what it's called, it's bound to conjure up feelings of joy and happiness." "Yes. It's called heaven." "Heaven?" "Well. People always think that the floor of heaven is white clouds, so heaven should be white. But when I saw this rapeseed field, I suddenly felt: This is the color of heaven. This color is getting brighter and brighter in my eyes, making me I seem to see heaven in my heart." She smiled and said, "My feeling is hard to understand, isn't it?" "No. Heaven is a very subjective concept. If you think it is, then it is." Standing in front of the painting, she made an inviting gesture with her right hand, "Welcome to my paradise." I smiled and thought she was cute. She opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, walked to the balcony, and I followed, leaning against the railing side by side. This is the suburb of the city and close to the mountainous area, the houses are not crowded, and the view can extend far. "As long as I stand here, I want to fly." "Then have you ever flown?" She turned her head to look at me, suddenly burst out laughing, and said with a smile: "You are a science student, you should know that it is impossible for a human to fly. Why would you ask such a question?" I was a little embarrassed, and smiled with her, but didn't answer. "All my life, I will never be able to fly; but the wings of imagination will never be broken." She closed her eyes and smiled slightly, "So I've been flying." When she opened her eyes, she gave a weird smile and said, "Hey, I want to draw again." ]:"now?" "Well." She said, "I'm going to wrong you again." "Say it first, don't ask questions." "You just close your eyes." "So simple?" "Well." She walked back to the house and waved to me, "Come on, don't be afraid." "Don't play tricks." I also walked into the room. She smiled and took out a pen and paper.I stopped talking and immediately closed my eyes. It's okay if I don't close my eyes. Once I close my eyes, I start to want to sleep. It's no wonder that after a day of tense nerves, I suddenly relax completely, and of course I want to sleep. When he was about to fall asleep, he heard the faint but crisp sound of the door opening. I opened my eyes just in time to meet her gaze. "Alas," she said. "What's wrong?" "You fell." "Ok?" I was a little puzzled, she didn't speak any more, and quickly made up a few strokes on the paper. "Okay," she said. I walked over to look at the picture and saw a man and a woman in the picture. The woman has a pair of wings growing on her back, she closes her eyes and smiles at the corners of her mouth, and she is soaring in the air. The man originally had a pair of wings, but only one was left on his body, and the other was flying in the air. His eyes widened, as if surprised that he was falling so fast. "Who told you to open your eyes," she said. I smiled, didn't say anything, looked carefully at the girl in the painting, and then at her. "You draw yourself very much like yourself." "yes?" "Yeah." I observed her appearance carefully, "You look very artistic." "Are you saying I look like a Picasso painting?" "No, no, no." I hurriedly shook my hand, "I mean..." "Little Li!" she called out, then squatted down. I followed her line of sight and saw a little girl appearing at the door of the room. The little girl ran over and hugged her neck and kissed her on the cheek, and she kissed the little girl back. Seeing how intimate they were, when she was about to ask about their relationship, the little girl said, "Mom, are you feeling better?" "Xiao Li is good." She stroked the little girl's hair, "Mom is much better." I felt as if I had been doused in a bucket of ice water from head to toe, and my whole body was frozen. After teasing the little girl for a while, she stood up and asked me, "What did you want to say just now?" "Nothing." I squeezed a smile. "Ok?" "It's okay." I exhaled, "Where's her father?" She shook her head at me, her eyes beckoning me not to ask that question. I could probably guess what she meant, so I couldn't help but sighed and said, "It must be very hard for a woman to live with a little girl, right?" "That's right." The voice came from behind me. I froze for a moment, then turned my head and saw a woman. She is about 30 years old, tall and tall, with only light makeup on her face, but the color of lipstick is bright pink. "Little Li, don't disturb Mom and Uncle." The woman waved to the little girl, "Go back to the room with Mom." "I don't want to." Xiaoli shook her head. "It's okay to let her play here." The girl who studied art smiled at the woman. "Okay." The woman nodded, greeted me with a slight smile, and walked out of the room. The sound of women's high-heeled shoes buckling is the standard walking sound of a typical urban female office worker. Still squatting, she said to Xiao Li standing in front of her, "Do you like this picture?" "Yeah." Xiaoli nodded vigorously. "Then why don't you give it a name?" "It's called flying." Xiaoli's right index finger pointed at the flying woman in the painting. "It sounds good." She pointed at the man in the painting, "Then why did this man fall down?" "Because he's not good." "Well said." She laughed and looked up at me, "He's really not good." Xiaoli also looked up at me, and I waved at the little girl, but she pretended not to see it. Maybe because I was a stranger, Xiaoli left after a short stay. After Xiaoli left, she and I probably didn't know what to talk about, so we became quiet. At this time, a conversation came from another room: "Xiao Li, put on your shoes, mom will take you out." "My shoes are missing." "Then I'll beat you up." "My shoes are really gone!" "Then I'll really beat you!" "..." I looked at each other for a while, and laughed at the same time. "Are you her godmother?" I asked her. "Yes." She stood up, "Her mother is a single mother, and I live here with them." "Oh." I asked, "Why did you accept her as a daughter?" "In this way, if someone asks Lily why she doesn't have a father, she can say: But I have two mothers." "You're such a nice guy." "Where." She smiled. "By the way, why didn't you ask me: Why do you know you live here?" "I guess it was the cafe owner who told you." "Ah!" I suddenly remembered his order, "Have you eaten yet?" "Not yet." She shrugged, "I often forget to eat, and I always have to be reminded to remember." "Don't you know it's time to eat when you're hungry?" "I'd take it for a hallucination." "what?" "Just kidding." She smiled, "As long as I draw a picture, I will forget my hunger." "Well, this is called sleepless nights." "No, that's no money to eat." She laughed again, and I noticed that she was in a good mood today and was joking all the time. "It's late, I'm going to buy something for you to eat, and then I'll go home." "let's go together." "It's cold outside, and you have a cold again, so don't go out." "Ok." "What to eat?" "It will be all right." "Is it good to eat noodles?" "it is good." I went downstairs to find a noodle shop nearby and made a bowl of noodles. When I went upstairs, she was waiting by the door. I brought the face to her, and she said thank you, then pointed to the surprisingly big face on the door and said, "I drew this with Xiaoli." "Very cute painting." I looked at my watch and said, "I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." After walking up two stairs, he turned back and said, "Remember to eat noodles." "I will. Bye-bye." When she reached the first floor and was about to open the door, she called out from the fourth floor: "Hello!" I stopped moving, turned around and looked up, only seeing winding and winding stairs, but not her. I had to say loudly: "What's the matter?" "What do you mean I look artistic?" "Do you remember what you said about art?" I still looked up. "Art is a kind of beauty!" "That's right! That's what I mean!" After speaking, I opened the door and left directly. After a few steps out of the gate, I realized I was really hungry.