Chapter 43 Chapter 2 Foster in a Coffee Shop

Marty wakes up in bright sunlight, at first unaware of his situation.She was lying on a very large white bed, the white sheets had a starched and refreshing touch, in front of her eyes was a large window that slanted towards the bed, looking out to the vast sky; only the sky, no other scene, the sun was shining freely all over the bed. Marty sat up, sober, and remembered that this was Hoi An's home. On the twelfth floor of the most expensive building in the East District of Taipei, she was lying in Hai'an's room.When she came in last night, she was already too sleepy, so she stayed in this luxurious room that looked like an international hotel without much observation.I only remember that when she was washing up in the spacious bathroom, she seemed to hear Hai'an open the door again and go out.

Marty looked at her watch. It was past ten o'clock, and she called the company to ask for a day off.Without further ado, Marty is going to look for a house today, and move out of the home that desperately needs peace. Marty was about to put on the clothes she had taken off yesterday when she caught a glimpse of a terry dressing gown on the foot table at the end of the bed. She put it on and walked out of the room. There is a mini bar.This super-large living room is at least twenty square meters, facing the windows on both sides, there are scattered furniture that is beyond the general layout of a home.There is a set of sofas in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing east, and another set of white mattresses in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing south. The standing lamps and curtains are all white.Walls without windows are lined with old cabinets.The large bookcases that reach the sky extend to a study room, at least Marty looks like a study room, because the whole room is surrounded by bookcases, and there are various Chinese and English books in the cabinets. Marty, who has studied French, actually saw a whole A collection of French poetry.

Marty circled around but didn't see Heian, and he didn't see the bedroom either.Except for the guest room where she lived, the study room, a gymnasium, a Japanese-style sitting room, and a super-large living room with a kitchen, she couldn't find Hai'an's bedroom.So, did Haian sleep on the mattress in front of the French window in the living room?The mattress was neat and there were no traces of sleeping on it. To Marty's bewilderment, there were two strange things in the large living room.One is the floor-to-ceiling mirror, which has four sides in total, which makes Marty mistakenly think he bumped into others several times; the other is the clock, a floor-to-ceiling retro-style pendulum clock. No two clocks keep the same time.

There was a sound coming from the bathroom in the corner of the living room, and Marty saw a cleaning woman step out of it.She nodded to Marty with a smile and said, "Miss is up? Do you want breakfast?" The woman's friendliness and skill gave Marty a bad impression, as if Hoi An often had female guests staying overnight. "Mr. Ke is out?" Marty asked. "Probably, I didn't see Mr. Ke when I came here this morning." Marty looked carefully at each desktop, but did not leave a message.Regarding Marty's late-night appeal for help yesterday, Hai'an not only didn't ask any questions, but now he left her alone at home, and he didn't even say a single word.

Marty sat down at the breakfast bar in the open kitchen. There was a pot of hot coffee on the counter, and Marty poured a cup just as she needed it.She spent half an hour drinking coffee slowly, roaming around the house, carefully inspecting the whole cabinet of CDs, Hai'an still hasn't returned.Marty went back to his room, changed his clothes, and left Hai'an's house. "Miss, go slowly." The woman said softly behind her. Marty came home and began to pile all the belongings on the bed.Very simple assets, mainly some of her work clothes, and the suitcase full of old sundries.

Marty packed everything up, tried a little, and found she couldn't carry it all by herself.She called Xiaoye, and Xiaoye agreed to come and help as soon as she heard it. While waiting for Xiaoye, Marty once wanted to write a letter to his father, but he gave up after thinking about it.What can I say?But it's another word that puts Dad in a dilemma.She caught a glimpse of the world map pasted beside the bed, carefully tore it off and rolled it up, then sat in the room and waited.The house was very quiet. Auntie was taking a nap and didn't know what was going on in Marty's room.

Xiaoye came, and the two of them took a taxi back to the Sad Coffee Shop with their luggage on their backs.Regarding Marty's leaving home, Xiaoye is very sensible and doesn't ask too much.As soon as she heard that Marty was looking for a house, she said excitedly that the suite opposite the door was due to expire next month, and she heard that the tenant would not renew the lease. She suggested that Marty rent it, so that he could live above the sad coffee shop and work. Convenient, two people can also be neighbors.Before moving in, I temporarily lived in the small leaf room, and the two squeezed together.Marty readily agreed, and both were happy.

Xiaoye accompanies Marty to pack his luggage.When Marty opened the suitcase, Xiaoye exclaimed softly: "What a beautiful cup!" It was the azure blue bone china teacup. Xiaoye held the cup in her hand and stroked it left and right. "You like it? I'll see you off then," Marty said. "No, no, this is a good cup. It can't be given away. I'll tell you how to do it. You post her in the coffee shop." "I entrusted my own coffee mug to my own coffee shop?" "Yes, the foster care is in the coffee shop, and it is well placed on the foster rack, so that you know where it is no matter when it is, and it is very happy, because you can see it every day, touch it every day, and never forget it. Don't leave it." Xiaoye said, her voice became softer and softer, and at the end, she seemed to be whispering to herself.