Chapter 5 chapter Five

"Hey, Xu Zuozi," he called me by first and last name, "I found that I can really talk to you, and the pain in my heart seems to be a little less, can we meet again?" I spread my hands, this... how can people say no?Simply irresistible. Just then, the doorbell rang. "I'm going to open the door." A good spirit should not be ugly. Mr. Yang Shoulin stood outside the door. He pushed me away, walked in, saw the beer cans lying on the ground, and stared at Shi Qi with his eyes like copper bells. Without waiting for an introduction, Shi Qi immediately understood what was going on, picked up his leather jacket and stood up, "Nice to meet you." He waved his hand, opened the door and walked away.

I saw that he was so irresponsible and left a stall for me to clean up, so I knew that he was definitely not a kind person. It is almost impossible for such a mischievous, intelligent and unruly man to love a woman so sincerely. What does he think of the world? It's all about a game, but the slippery Shi Qi is crazy about Yao Jing. Each owes some debt to the other. I washed my face with my hands like a cat, and sat down slumped. "Hello." Shou Lin asked me. "Hello what?" "I'm waiting for your explanation." "Explain what?" I was annoyed.

"Why did this man show up in your living room wearing an undershirt?" I said, "He's my cousin I lost ten years ago." "Stop being funny!" He kicked the beer can in a tantrum. "He's just an ordinary friend." "When did you start talking with ordinary friends, your eyes will shine and your cheeks will turn red?" He sneered. "Since I learned from Pan Jinlian." Shou Lin roared, "Don't play tricks!" I "huo" stood up and stared at him. Scared, he took a step back. "Apologize!" I said, "If you don't apologize, don't come here in the future."

"Sako, you've changed since you received that damned inheritance." I sat down again, "Wrong, the money hasn't arrived yet." "Why are you so troubled by Yao Jing?" Shou Lin said. I said, "I don't know, it's a kind of magic, maybe it's Gu." He sighed, "It's not worth arguing for her." I am silent. Shou Lin said again: "Save me some face." Save face face face. What the hell are you? So many people suffer and endure for you.wear a mask?Is there a devil called the God of Face? "What are you thinking? Why are you in a trance?"

"Nothing," I said, "Shoulin, go back and rest." "Plug in the phone, I was worried that you came up to see it." "Thank you." I said. He also left. I yawned and lay on the sofa where Shi Qi had been lying on just now, I could smell the spice of shaving water in my nose. I am in this situation leisurely dream. I visited Yao Jing twice and didn't smell the perfume. Maybe she was being subtle and I was sitting too far away from her. I slept very late and woke up. The hourly maid was whining about using the vacuum cleaner. My neck was sore and numb. I rubbed the back of my neck vigorously with my hands.I thought: Yao Jing doesn't have this kind of trouble anymore.

I never asked her if she had trouble getting out of bed in the morning.Shi Qi is right, we have long since regarded celebrities in any industry as flesh-and-blood and emotional people. We only think that whatever they do is like acting, because life is too public and out of the track of ordinary people. I remember the quarrel with Shoutou yesterday, and I found it very boring.Being with him is a lifetime affair and should not be taken lightly.But I was a little dizzy.Is it canned beer or the smell of Shi Qi's shaving lotion? After washing up, I wrote down everything that everyone said in my notebook.

Suddenly, I thought of Hitler’s holiday diaries. There were more than 20 volumes densely packed, and they were all Xibei products. Those who can’t write novels will have to write luxurious and dreamy holiday diaries. They magnify the trivial things in life three thousand times, weeping and complaining, deceiving themselves and others.Otherwise, how can we survive! I put down my pen and stared at Yao Jing's photo in a daze. The hourly maid came in and said, "We have guests." The guest had already come in by himself, and I said, "It's you, sister editor." "Let me plug in the phone for you."

"No, no, too many people will call." "Think of yourself as a big star?" She teased me, "Another incident happened outside, your huge sum of money is a thing of the past, and you won't be popular anymore." "What's going on?" I asked with my eyes wide open. "The eldest wife and the younger wife of a martial arts star have a big fight, and entertain reporters separately. Do you think anyone will pay attention to you again?" What?I think the blow is too big, no one pays attention to me?Stop chasing me to take pictures?I have no chance to say they hate?Can't shrink into a privileged element anymore?

My time of beauty is so short, like daffodils described by a poet. so lonely! Sure enough, even after twenty minutes of plugging in the phone, it stopped ringing.The power of the masses is really powerful, love you to death when you are in love, and freeze you to death when you are cold. Yao Jing was already very meek when he passed away. "Don't cry, raise your head and be a man." "And you," I said, "how did you get out?" "I told Yang Shoulin: I want to be transferred to another department." I asked: "What else can you do? Transfer to a monthly magazine? Regularly publish news about the city's future, and the jaundice will come out." Of course, the entertainment version of the world is the most innocent and lovely. The turmoil highlighted Guotai Minan with joy.

Why do you need to ask for a transfer? "It's very boring." Sister Editor said. "Yao Jing's life is more boring than yours: there is nothing wrong with marrying a distant but noble husband, but she is separated from her by a glass wall. She guards a big house every day, has no relatives or friends, ask more questions." "She has Shi Qi." "Shi Qi can't quench her thirst. What she wants is a pair of gentle and reliable shoulders, not a naughty kid. Yao Jing has Electra syndrome, and subconsciously hopes to rely on men." I said. The editor said, "You seem to know Yao Jing very well."

"At one point, she was a very impractical and expensive woman." "Like the diamond Easter eggs that Hua Baizi designed for the Tsar?" "It's too good to describe, it's useless at all, but it's so beautiful." "Let's go find Wang Yu." "where is she?" "Announcement this afternoon, we made an appointment to meet her at the restaurant of the TV station." The editor said, "Use techniques to arouse her old hatred and pry into Yao Jing's secrets." This is called fearing that the world will not be chaotic. People who are journalists have this problem more or less. Wang Yuren is prettier than the photos.There is a fierceness between her brows, a woman with strong vitality, no doubt about it. And she was stylish, with a little leather jacket with rolled-up sleeves, three-bone jeans, and wrinkled hair, just the way it was. She is eating a plate of spaghetti bolognese. The food in the canteen was always cutting corners, the dish of spaghetti was like shrimp paste, but she ate it vigorously, and the new light-colored lipstick on her lips faded, revealing the original sexy bright red lip color. We sat down in front of her. The editor introduced herself to the two of us. "Well," Wang Yu said with spaghetti in his mouth, he really didn't look good, "Reporters are getting better at dressing up now." It was that kind of hurtful tone. Sister Editor's self-cultivation skills were brought to the peak, she said with a smile: "Don't dare to be, don't be." She's not that patient with me. We sat down and ordered coffee.I was a little nervous because this cup of coffee was so bitter and sticky, it sat in my stomach like a ball of sauce. "If you want to ask me something, just tell me." After eating the spaghetti, Wang Yu wiped her mouth and lit a cigarette, looking very comfortable and enjoying herself. I said: "Is the filming of the new film going well?" This sentence is absolutely sure. "Aren't you here to ask about my new play?" Wang Yu looked at me sideways, "I like your jeans, what brand are they?" "Dusa land." "Yeah, you guys wear jeans too?" The editor said: "Don't talk about gossip, have you seen Shi Qi recently?" "It's been more than two hundred years since we broke up, so it's really too small to talk about gossip." Wang Yu was very powerful. "Do you want to miss him?" I asked again. "Why repeat the old story?" Wang Yu's reaction was fierce. I don't think Wang Yu has forgotten him.When she really forgets someone, her reaction will be indifferent, like listening to Zhang San Li Si's name. "You don't want to talk about him? Then let's not talk about it." "Wait a minute," she called me again, "we are still friends..." I deliberately paid attention to the expression on her face when she said this, she was not pretending to be generous, but actually still had a feeling of reluctance for Shi Qi. It's hard enough for her, she hasn't been able to forget him for so long, and taking care of him is not a piece of material, if she goes out to play, if she forgets quickly, she will immediately suffer from amnesia when she wakes up, and she doesn't have to worry about whether the people around her are long or short. short. I said softly, "You haven't forgotten." Wang Yu pressed hard on the butt of the extinguished cigarette, rubbing it so hard that the shredded tobacco burst out. She seemed to have encountered the biggest evil star in the world, her eyes were resentful and poisonous but she could not resist at all, her soul had been taken away by Shi Qi. This is just another poor heartbroken woman with a bleeding heart under a colorful exterior. "Would you like to talk somewhere quieter?" I asked. She was very stubborn, "No, there is something to say here. Yes, I am still waiting for him to come back. All the layout of the house has not been changed, and the whole world knows it. So what? I am not afraid of you writing it, someone has already written it .” I asked: "Wait for him to come back?" He Rijun will come again. "He'll be back." She licked her lips, eager and anxious, and ecstatic. I am very sad, and I am most afraid of seeing frustrated people, they will be willing to believe in all illusions, and drink poison to quench their thirst. "Now that Yao Jing has passed away, he will have to come back," Wang Yu said. Yay, we finally heard the two words we wanted to hear. "I don't think so," I didn't mean to provoke her, "I don't think he's going to come back to you." "Really, can he find a woman who suits him better than me?" It suddenly occurred to me that the two of them really matched to each other at the peak, but Shi Qi seemed to have more soul than her, probably borrowed from Yao Jing. I said quietly: "But he loves Yao Jing more." "Stop mentioning this woman's name in front of me." She lit a cigarette. I wanted to give up, but the editor pulled the corner of my clothes. I looked up and saw Shi Qi walking over. Wang Yu also saw him, and immediately tightened his hand, put out his cigarette, pretended to turn his face sideways, and looked sideways at the ground, but didn't see him. Who can hide this?I sigh. Shi Qi saw our table and walked towards us, Wang Yu became more nervous, but Shi Qi's eyes were on me. I? Not bad at all, he leaned over to me, "We meet again," he said. Shi Qi has a pair of eyes that are ruthless but seem to be sentient. I almost lost my mind under his gaze. "Hello." I said. Only then did he accidentally see Wang Yu, and he only nodded to her. He added: "You are with your friends, let's talk another day." Without saying a word to Wang Yu, he walked away. To me, he is Aiwujiwu, because I have a wonderful relationship with Yao Jing. When she looked at Wang Yu again, her complexion changed drastically. She gritted her teeth and said, "Are you two free? Please come to my house, and I will show you something." I don't want to watch it, and I don't want to torture her anymore. But sister editor is really cruel, she said: "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Wang Yu had already grabbed her handbag and walked out of the restaurant. Wang Yu found the car in the parking lot.My eyeballs are popping out, wow, the light purple Lamborghini, I'm going crazy, driving this kind of land plane on the urban road network with an average speed of 15 kilometers per hour, it's too much money to spend or something. The three of us were all crowded in the front seat and drove to Wang Yu's house. Wang Yu's driving skills are not only poor, but her morals are also extremely bad. She constantly grabs lights and changes lanes, and is full of thrills. If it weren't for her famous face, which is surprisingly beautiful, she would have been greeted by her ancestors for eighteen generations. In the car, Sister Bian winked at me. We drove to a luxury residential area, Wang Yu got out of the car, and slammed the door shut with all his teeth. She said: "This home is where Shi Qi and I lived together for three years!" No wonder she couldn't forget him.Three years, too long, at least three years before her memory of him will fade away.So I have been persuading women who have been married for ten years not to divorce. By the time they forget the trauma, their hair will already be gray. "Why don't you get married?" I said. "Because he never thought of marrying me." Wang Yu's eyes seemed to be bleeding with resentment. I keep my mouth shut. It has been said that everyone owes an unnamed debt to the other. On this side, Shi Qi had refrained from mentioning marriage for three years, while on the other side, he begged Yao Jing three hundred times a day.God secretly makes this kind of joke to torture people, making it impossible to cry or laugh, unable to survive or die. We follow her up. The layout of the apartment is ordinary, and it is extremely chaotic. It has not been cleaned for many days. Sister Editor couldn't bear it, and immediately opened a window rudely to let fresh air in. She and I are both hygienists, and we sleep with the windows open in winter, preferring to turn on the stove fully. We threw the colorful clothes piled on the sofa to a corner and sat down. Those expensive clothes may have never been washed, and they smell of body odor and various perfumes. At first, I thought Indians had this smell. Wang Yu didn't feel anything wrong at all. Wang Yu took out a large stack of photo books and showed us. The editor flipped through it a little bit, but was not very interested. All I saw were intimate photos of her and Shi Qi, which were not too much, but they were also quite nasty. It's strange that they don't care about the consequences and don't leave any room for it. What good is this kind of photo in the hands of others? The editor said: "Wang Yu, you'd better keep these things tightly packed and log them out. It will do more harm to you than to Shi Qi." "I do not care!" "It's a fool's behavior to harm others and benefit oneself. If he does this, he may never come back." I said. "Didn't you see how he treated me just now? Hey, like a stranger!" It's really a knot that can't be untied. My sister and I were very silent. Sad and jealous women are often like a mad dog, and common sense can no longer predict what they do. May we never be in such a doomed state. "When he left here, he told me that as long as I kept the secret for him, he would come back one day. How long did I keep it for him? A whole year. During this year, he never called a single one. See I'm like a stranger. I've looked for him so many times, but he hasn't answered me once, how long do I have to wait?" I looked at her coldly. If I were her, I would guard her forever.Adults are most afraid of being unwilling to be reconciled, counting people on the bed after the fact.At the beginning, when you were in love with me, you ran to the bed to make friends, and then told each other that you were not, it was outrageous, and dogs would not do this. The impression of Wang Yu in my mind plummeted. For the third time, I hinted that sister editor was going to leave. The editor asked, "Secret? What secret?" "Yao Jing's secret." She said harshly. "What secret does Yao Jing have?" I laughed.Everyone went. "Why not. Do you know that she has a seventeen-year-old daughter?" My sister and I were stunned, looking at each other. I heard sister editor say: "Don't talk nonsense." "No one knows," Wang Yu said triumphantly, "I know, and Shi Qi knows too." "Impossible," the group stood up, "it takes nine months to conceive, and she's never been away from the audience for that long." Wang Yu said sharply, "It was born before she entered the film industry." "What about the child?" "It has already been adopted by others." "I don't believe it," I said angrily, "You'd better not talk nonsense, no one will believe you, you can't provide evidence, and Yao Jing has passed away, you can't slander a dead person, otherwise Shi Qi will not forgive you .” "You're anxious," Wang Yu smiled, "You also know that this is possible, don't you?" "This is horrible." I covered my face with my hands. The editor asked, "Who told you about this?" "Shi Qi." "How could he tell you such a thing?" I was inexplicably annoyed, Yao Jing was really entrusted to no one, and he told her the secret from the bottom of her heart as her own words. "So I believe Shi Qi will come back." Wang Yu said. I calm down.I'm also starting to believe he's coming back.The two of them are the same kind of people. "What's the name of this child? Where can I find her?" Wang Yu laughed loudly, "If I knew, I would have waited for you to ask, and I would have announced it to the world." She laughed so happily. My hairs were all scattered, and I had a cold war. I couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, holding Sister Bian's arm. "You don't want the scoop?" The editor's answer made me very comforted: "We don't want it. When people die, the lights go out. For the dead. Traditionally, we respect them." She stood up at the same time as me and left the palace. Sister Editor breathed a sigh of relief, and so did I. Even the air in the elevator corridor is smoother than Wang Yu's living room. I said, "This horrible and dirty woman." "Forget it," she said. We took the elevator down to the street. Sister Editor said: "You don't feel pain until the needle pricks your flesh, and you don't know until something happens to you. Maybe you hurt more than her when you are broken up." "Is she in pain?" "Naturally, you can't hear her howl to vent her anger?" "Why didn't anyone persuade her?" "To put it bluntly, we are all lonely people." Sister Bian laughed, "I can't find anyone to persuade me." We walked down the street in silence and walked into the coffee shop involuntarily. We sat opposite each other for a long time, and I asked her, "Do you believe what Wang Yu said?" The editor nodded: "Letter." "How can you believe it? It's obviously a rumor." "It is a rumor that the person concerned has to come out and deny it." This is a very common thing at all. Why did she hide it from everyone, and she simply revealed it by herself every day, and the audience got tired of it.Not only the ex-husband, but also the children born to the ex-husband do not need to be taboo. Even if these children are fed with human milk, they can be made public, showing openness, generosity, and greatness.If Yao Jing gets one point in her studies, she is considered a woman of the times. I really don't understand Yao Jing's tragic character. Things that are completely unnecessary to hide must be treated as secrets, and others can take advantage of them in vain. Sister Editor said, "Did you ever think it was for the face of the Zhang family?" "But that happened before she married Zhang Xu," I said, "If Zhang Xu doesn't accept it, there is no need for her to marry Zhang Xu. I really don't understand why she wants to make herself seem like nobody wants her." Rotten tea dregs." "She does have an inferiority complex." "What's so good about Zhang Xu? You see, he didn't give Yao Jing any support spiritually or materially. He spent many years in a foreign country, and the relationship between husband and wife was in name only." The sister put her head on her hands. "I am who I am," I said angrily, "I have three ex-husbands and eight children, so I am still me. I will not use them as news, but I will not pretend to be." "Character controls destiny, the saying is true." I kicked my feet. Sister Editor looked at me and shook her head, "For you, there is nothing worth thinking about and lingering on the moon, you are really rough." "Yes, you can criticize me like this, but the fittest survive. To be a modern person, of course you have to eat rough and love rough, because there are more important things waiting for me to do in the world, and there is no time to be tricky about the details." "Don't exaggerate." "Hey, believe it or not." "I know you're complaining for Yao Jing, but there are many things that I know are beneficial, and I want to ask you if you can do it." "like what?" "It's like writing a book immediately to reveal Yao Jing's secret." I am speechless. "Won't someone say you're stupid! Benefits come next, I guarantee you will be famous in Xiangjiang immediately." "That kind of name!" "If you think this way, you can tell that you are not a modern person," Sister Bian grabbed my braid, "Modern people should do everything they can to climb up, and it doesn't matter what they do." "Didn't it become Wang Yu?" I asked back. "Can you say she's not modern?" Sister Editor said, "Okay, then why should we laugh at Yao Jing's hundred steps with our fifty steps? They are all outdated," Sister Editor sighed, "It's just a difference in degree." I am speechless. If Yao Jing's story is like a silk cocoon, we pull out many threads at once, in a hurry, but we still have no clue, because this is not a murder case, we are not looking for the murderer, we don't know what to look for. "I want to go back to the museum and ask Yang Shoulin for leave," Sister Editor said, "I want to work with you to find out the truth about Yao Jing's life experience." "Why waste time?" "Because I really want to know why a woman who knows all over the world and has direct heirs (husband and daughter) wants to leave her property to a stranger." "After knowing the reason, we can learn a lesson." Sister Editor said. "Your job--" "I'm tired of that job too, just in time to take a break." "Come on, comrade, let's toast," I said. The four hands are tightly clasped together. I didn't expect Shoutou's reaction to be so intense. He first scolded me to death, saying that I had brought Ms. Liang to bad, and now she is going to take a three-month leave of absence, if not allowed, she will resign immediately. Then he accused me of not doing my job properly and disappointing him.Not only him, but also his father, his mother, and all mankind. My line of thought is unclear, he said.I should have decided to start a family, marry into the Yang family, and raise children.At this moment, I miss this opportunity. With Yao Jing's two hundred thousand dollars, I will definitely not be able to live the rest of my life, he predicted. Just the next day the lawyer handed over the money to me. I discussed with my sister for a whole day and decided to use all the money for charity. We will go to the girls' home to choose an orphan girl, and cooperate with the hospital to bring her up. The best education is a must, plus all the materials that this fund can provide, I believe it can help this child. This can also let Shoulin know that I didn't think that Yao Jing's inheritance would allow people to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. He even accompanied us to a girls' home to adopt a baby. My sister and I decided early on that we should choose a healthy but ugly child.Because beautiful people always have a way out, and helping the weak is also an old place in our thinking. Yang Shoulin poured cold water on us again. He said that this money may have ruined a child's life: she could have been an ordinary person happily, but being a master after reading the book may not make her happier. Maybe even this is doomed.I am determined to do it. What we found was a two-year-old foundling.As soon as he was born, he was thrown outside the public toilet with only a piece of cloth wrapped around him.She has dark skin, small eyes, and a cleft lip. Seeing that little face, sister editor and I were startled, and we forced ourselves to calm down.