Chapter 11 Chapter 1 Street Walking (1)

Marty turned the key a third time, and the lock snapped open, but was blocked abruptly when he pushed the door.Obviously, there was a horizontal bar on the inside of the iron door. Even a few hours ago, when he passed out on the street and looked up helplessly at the blue sky, Marty didn't feel more miserable than now.She put the keys back in her bag and walked very heavily down the back steps. At the back door of the detached building of his parents-in-law, there is an old-fashioned iron ladder leading directly to the top floor, which is the special passage for Marty to enter and exit the top-floor residence.Now that the back door was locked, her parents-in-law's intentions were very obvious. She had to walk around to the front yard, call the door to enter her parents-in-law's house, and then go upstairs through the stairs inside the house.

The steps are covered with fallen leaves after the typhoon. The leaves are oval and small, and there are small pink and purple fallen flowers in between.When the wind blows at night, flowers and leaves swirl together on the concrete steps.For a moment, Marty had the impulse to turn around and leave this place for good.But she just sat down on the steps, picked up a small flower, twirled the crisp and tender stem of the small flower with her fingertips, and turned it from side to side.The flowers on the branches are not dead yet, but the buds are drooping wearily. The heel of the right foot was askew and crumbling.Marty grabbed the heel and shook it slightly, and the heel really fell off under stress.The slim black heel held in the hand was the size and shape of a chicken shank from a fried chicken shop.Marty held it over his head, tried to throw it away, but finally wiped it with a tissue and put it in the bag.The shoes are still usable after repairing, after all, they are her most respectable pair of shoes.

She took off her shoes, walked barefoot to the door and rang the bell. "Who is it?" "Mom, it's me, Marty." "Oh, Marty, why are you still out at this hour?" Marty checked his watch. It was eight past three, and the in-laws' standard dinner time was six thirty. "Please open the door first, okay?" "It's really troublesome, why can't I come back for dinner earlier." "Please open the door, I'm very tired." "Isn't it here? Why are you still outside at this time? Alas, alas." Grandma opened the door.She looked down at Marty's bare, white feet, but she didn't seem to see them.The mother-in-law was very busy inspecting the dilapidated scene in the small yard, but she never saw Marty in her eyes.A bougainvillea fell in the yard, and its branches covered most of the floor tiles. The mother-in-law turned back to the house, sweeping the fallen leaves aside with her feet.

"Oh, it's a mess, it's a mess." Grandma came into the house.Marty followed, a bougainvillea spike dug into the sole of his foot, Marty bit his lip and pulled it away, a bead of blood oozed from the sole of his foot. As soon as he entered the house, Marty noticed a different atmosphere.In the dining room facing him, the father-in-law was eating, and for many days they took the trouble to bring the food to Marty's house for dinner.Glancing at the dishes on the table, Marty was sure that the father-in-law started eating when he heard the doorbell.Stir-fried shredded pork in red porridge, braised osmanthus bamboo shoots in red oil, grilled fish in vinegar, bitter gourd pork ribs soup, a small dish of fermented bean curd, and that dish of fat garlic, all of which have the cold oily luster after the food has been left for a long time.

Very hungry, but even more tired, the atmosphere in the house seized Marty's appetite. "Dad, Mom, please eat first, I'll go upstairs first." "Sit down. Eat," said the father-in-law. Marty sat down and scooped up a small bowl of soup. There was an electric fan running behind the father-in-law, and the motor was humming dully, sending the father-in-law's sweaty breath, and Marty felt as lonely as in an alien planet.Why should I sit and eat with this old man?The mother-in-law kept talking about the disaster caused by the typhoon and the hard work of all kinds of aftermath.Marty gnawed delicately at the bitter gourd to relieve the intense boredom caused by her mother-in-law's meager conversation.

Finally, the father-in-law scooped up a bowl of soup, put the remaining garlic cloves in the plate into the bowl, and by the way, used the tip of the chopsticks to twist a small square of fermented bean curd into the soup, stirred it, and drank it with his head up.At some point, the mother-in-law also stopped her one-way chatter.Marty calculated the time and put down the dishes together with his father-in-law. "Dad, Mom, I'm going to wash the dishes." "Sit down, I have something to tell you." The father-in-law said. Marty sat down. "Marty, are you full?"

"I am full." "Marty, we've never been hungry for a meal in our Fang family. You pack your bags. You go. Don't say we're bothering you." "Oh. We have always treated you as a daughter, but you have never been the head of this family." The mother-in-law frowned sadly and shook her head over-dramatically, "I don't know how much trouble it has caused us, don't say We chase you—” "Don't talk about it." The father-in-law interrupted the mother-in-law, "Let her go. You go to wash the dishes." It was the first time that she didn't have to wash the dishes after a meal, and Marty got off the table in a somewhat bewildered posture.What was even more unexpected to her was that she actually said to her father-in-law, "Thank you."

Marty went upstairs to her apartment. The upstairs residence is a large suite.Marty put the shoes and bag at the foot of the bed, and sat down, leaning on the foot of the bed.She wasn't shocked by what her in-laws said, what was strange was how she felt.They kicked her out of the house and she didn't feel shocked, she didn't feel sad, she didn't feel angry, she didn't feel abandoned, humiliated, sorry or embarrassed, she didn't feel, 100 percent, literally didn't feel.She knew she didn't want to stay for a second. Marty started packing.She threw everything on the bed in a hurry, clothes, shoes, books, documents, hats, beloved trinkets... A large book fell out of the cabinet, which was a photo of Marty and her husband.She couldn't help but look through it, only to find that there were so few photos of them together.money!Marty has the habit of stashing cash everywhere. As soon as he receives the salary bag, he hides the whole bag in the corner, and then disassembles and consumes it at will when he needs money.Marty went around and poured out all the purses, a total of more than 60,000 yuan.This startled Marty.She has always had a vague impression that she still has about 100,000 yuan in property, but she didn't expect the money to be spent so quickly.I can't manage so much anymore.She sealed the money into a bag.

All of Marty's assets were laid out on the bed, a vast and chaotic pile of debris, which combined together was a poor woman's cheap life.Marty suddenly felt like she didn't want anything, not even the thick black mug rolling on the edge of the bed.How many nights she held this cup, sipped hot instant coffee, and watched the planes taking off and landing at Songshan Airport through the window. This is almost her happiest memory here.But she doesn't even want memories anymore. Marty was busy for a while, and put all the items back, only some personal items and clothes into one box, and the rest of the underwear and diary into another bag, and the money was put into the bag.Putting on comfortable sportswear, she turned off the lights, stepped down the iron ladder and walked out the back door.He turned back and locked the back door, and threw the key back from the wall.There was nothing in this place that she would miss.The problem is not the father-in-law and mother-in-law, but the news of Jason's death.From the moment he heard Jason's death, it seemed that something important had been disconnected in Marty's heart, and his whole body drifted in a direction that didn't matter.