Chapter 9 Chapter nine

The editor said: "You are not allowed to go, your appearance is terrifying." "Yes, no matter what, you are not allowed to go." Shi Qi said: "I'm riding in the car, can't I not show my face?" I ignored him and asked sister editor: "Where did you get the news?" "I have someone who works in the registration department in the university. As soon as I say her name, there is an immediate response. It can be seen that she is an extraordinary girl." That's what worries me.Being extraordinary, all troubles come from being different.

We'll know when we see each other tomorrow. "Wait a minute, practice your lines first, what should you say when you see her?" "You have interviewed so many people, do you have to prepare a script before going on stage?" "It doesn't matter if everyone is an adult, who would suffer? But this is a pure child, I really don't know how to speak." Sister Bian and Shi Qi were silent. After a while I asked, "Can you let this child go? Say, let's not harass her?" Shi Qi said, "No, I must see her." "Don't you think it's cruel?" I asked back, "She is obviously living a good life, she is beautiful, and her homework is excellent. It is too much to disrupt her daily life rhythm for no reason. Is it true that she has lost her conscience for covering news? worth?"

"For a professional reporter, there are many people who lost their lives because of interviews, but if you only want to satisfy your curiosity, it would be too selfish." Shi Qi looked at me and said cunningly. I blushed.curiosity?If I have this curiosity, tell me to become a little white rabbit. I couldn't help getting annoyed. "Since we must see her, let's put away our shame." Sister Bian said. The next day, I made an appointment with Shi Qi to wait at the door, and I deliberately missed the appointment. We really didn't want to have such a prominent face behind us.

It was still very early when we arrived at the university, we two vampire zombies almost turned into a pile of ashes when we saw the sun, the morning light made it difficult for us to open our eyes, the beautiful morning, the morning that the island and the flowers sing, no longer Our kind of night ghosts. I rubbed my sore eyelids and asked sister editor: "Can you take another four years to study?" "Don't be kidding me." "Do you want to let you go back to eighteen years old?" "It took me half my life to go through that damned puberty with nothing, and you call me back? I would rather have cancer. Although I am not rich now, at least General Manager Yang is waiting for me to return to Xinwen Daily."

There were three or two teenagers passing by us, smiling and patting each other's body, seeming very happy. Maybe everyone's youth is different, so we should not be too pessimistic. Walk into the school office, find out where Qu Mali is in class, and we wait at the door of the classroom. I looked at my watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning. I don't know when this class will start. I sat on the stone steps, sitting back-to-back with sister-in-law. "Are you nervous?" she asked me. "A little bit." I was still squinting in the sun. "This should be the last link, right?"

"This is just the last link that can be checked." "It's only ten years away. Look at the energy of these students." Sister Bian said enviously. "What's so strange, you were young too. At that time, all your energy was spent on unworthy places, loving people you shouldn't love, doing things you shouldn't do. At that time, no one asked you to write five hundred yuan and one thousand words. draft." "Who told you what kind of remuneration I get?" Sister Editor raised an eyebrow. "Yang Shoulin." "Yes, it's over." Sister Editor nodded.

"In this regard, I am very open-minded: You have had youth, but at this age, this group of young people may not have the achievements you have today. Why don't they turn around and envy you? You can't be alone. Hope to have both this and that. Trade your achievements for their youth, you certainly don’t want to, so don’t moan.” "Wow, listen to this argument." Sister Editor shook her head. "Miss, five hundred yuan and one thousand characters are great." I laughed. "You seem relaxed." "Yeah, I have a feeling it's coming to an end."

"I'm not as optimistic as you, why do you think so?" Having said that, as soon as the classroom door opened, a large group of students poured out. My sister and I had to stand up and recognize people. Not every college student is radiant either, most either advertise acne treatment pills or need a supercharged tonic for their turquoise faces. Sister Bian frowned. The standard of this university is very different from the standard when she was studying. I grabbed one of the young men and said, "Where is Qumali?" The wretched young man immediately looked at me vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"I'm her aunt. I need to find her for something at home." "It's none of my business." He turned around and walked away. I jokingly asked sister editor: "What is she doing? The political student movement will cause trouble, afraid that I will catch her?" The editor glared at me, "Don't put your hat on indiscriminately." "The two are looking for Qu Mali?" "Yes." I turned my head. This one is like a college student, Yingwei, full of vigor, politeness and enthusiasm.He was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old.

"Quomali is in the library." "Can you take us there?" "I have a class to catch, it's easy to find, just keep going to the right, it's in the main building." "Come on, let's go by ourselves," I said. It takes ten minutes to walk not far away. At this time, I hope to have a bicycle. At that time, I also had a bicycle when I was studying... Memories are always warm. Although it happened to me, because of the age, it is also like a none of your business. At that time, there was a female classmate who borrowed everything, books and notes, uniforms and utensils, and within a month, a foreign boy picked her up to pick her up from school.At that time, I only thought she was disgusting, and she always followed others to pick up bargains. Only now did I realize that this is a skill. When I get older, I can often appreciate the advantages of others. Even if the values ​​​​are different, this kind of girl is no different from her ability. , as a woman should be like this, otherwise, what if you buy the house, car and diamonds yourself, you can't do it.

The editor asked: "What are you thinking?" I smiled: "I was thinking about how colorful a woman's life is." We pushed open the glass door of the library, which was full of students. Who is Qumali? We looked for each long platform one by one, and when we saw the pretty girl, we asked, "Qu Mali?" The mood became more and more calm, and finally at a table near the window, we saw the back of a girl in snow-white clothes.The white shirt was translucent white, with narrow shoulders, and long black hair tied up with a silk. "It's her." "Intuition again." I stepped forward and said, "Qumali." She turned her head. I marvel at the wonder of the Creator.Because that girl looks exactly like Yao Jing, as if she was poured out of a mold. If you want to recognize someone, you don't need a blood test at all. If you can't be regarded as Yao Jing's daughter with such a face, who is it? "Miss Qu." I sat opposite her. "Which one is it?" She was surprised, "I don't know you." Even the voice is exactly the same.Ah, that familiar, silky skin, crystal black eyes, pointed chin, the corners of her mouth seem to be pregnant with endless stories, my eyes are fixed on her face. She is a very sensible and self-cultivated girl. Seeing our abrupt expression, she was not impatient or fussy. She smiled and waited for our explanation. I said, "I am...your mother's friend, my surname is Xu." "Ah, so it's Aunt Xu." She was very polite. Aunt Xu, I have to sigh, my status has been upgraded before I know it. I said, "It's not convenient to talk in the library, maybe we can change places?" No matter how self-restraint the girl is, she has to be puzzled, there are question marks on her beautiful face. I really don't know how to go on, what should I do, should I just say: No, it's not your mother, it's your other mother I opened my mouth several times and closed it again, my lips seemed to weigh a thousand catties. At this time, dark clouds gathered in the sky suddenly, covering the sunlight just now, and the sky suddenly darkened. This saved me, and Qumali looked up at the sky, giving me a chance to catch my breath. When I was about to speak, I found a man standing behind Qumali. I am stunned.When did this person come in?Why is it so unnoticed?He has purple ginger-colored skin, thinning hair, rather thin body, stooped back, I have seen this person somewhere. Ah, I remembered, he is Ma Dongsheng, the person we are looking for after breaking through the iron shoes. At this time, Qu Mali also turned his head and called "Daddy". She knew it, the child knew it.Although her surname is Qu, she knows that her biological father is Ma Dongsheng. Ma Dongsheng said peacefully, "Marley, these two aunts are going to interview you." Qu Mali asked innocently: "Aunt Xu runs a newspaper?" "Aunt Liang and I are reporters." I said quickly. "Visit me for what?" Marley was naive. It was only at this time that Sister Editor's throat thawed out, "Of course it's about a college student." Qu Mali breathed a sigh of relief, "I was surprised by the expressions of the two aunts just now. I thought something big had happened." She smiled first as she spoke, and raised her head halfway. Although the room was dark, her skin still shone with a crystal radiance through the slight light. Welcome texture.Her lips were full and luscious, coral-coloured, translucent.And her hair, so casually styled, pulled behind her head inadvertently, but each hair seemed to emit youthful elasticity, dark and shiny, full of vitality.Her hand holding her chin is slender and smooth, her fingers are like mushrooms, and her nails are neatly manicured and pink in color. Ah, I am ashamed of this young beauty who does not wear makeup or powder. May I ask how many things do women who sit around and look around need to put on their face before they dare to go out?It's really embarrassing. I was in a daze when I suddenly heard Ma Dongsheng say: "Marley, let's have lunch together later, I'll go out and talk with these two aunts first." Marley nodded obediently. Ma Dongsheng said to us: "Miss Xu, Miss Liang." He motioned for us to go out with him. At this time, it was raining heavily. We are standing in the corridor outside the library.The heavy rain fell on the ground and splashed up, a splash of water. Ma Dongsheng stared at the misty rain outside the corridor, and asked calmly, "What do you want?" Sister Editor murmured: "Mr. Ma..." Everyone felt ashamed. Ma Dongsheng sighed, "The person has already gone, why bother to investigate?" I said, "We...are not scribblers." "I know this, and I have already inquired about it." Ma Dongsheng said. I found him to be a very delicate person. The editor said: "Marley is a beautiful girl." Ma Dongsheng's bitter face relaxed, showing a trace of warmth, "Yes, she is so cute, she is the brilliance of my life." "Why was she sent to the Qu family?" "It wasn't An Juan's idea. She had to do this after the breakup, in order to deceive others." Ma Dongsheng said. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his thin back was enduring a certain degree of pain.He loves Yao Jing, but no matter how much he loves him, he can't satisfy her needs. What exactly does she want? Maybe I should ask myself more, what do I need?Why are human needs and desires so complicated? I asked, "Does Marley know that her mother is Yao Jing?" "Of course she does." "Have you told her?" I was surprised. "Some things should be said, and some things should not be said. Since you have already found it, you can observe more after having a meal together next time." I suddenly asked, "When you met Zhao Anjuan, was she as old as Marley?" Ma Dongsheng nodded, "I was just eighteen and a half years old." At that moment, he was immersed in memories, his expression flickered with emotions, joys and sorrows. It turned out that Yao Jing was in her world, and she kept upending all beings until she met Zhang Xu, or to be more precise, Zhang Xu's mother. But that's enough, it's already rare for a woman to conquer the hearts of so many men. One generation is not as good as one generation, and we can't even hold a man's arm. The rain showed no sign of pausing. I said, "I don't have an umbrella." No one knows what to say other than this kind of related words. "I'll pick up Marley." Ma Dongsheng said. Qu Mali is very tall, but she does not have the disadvantages of a long neck and a long waist like ordinary tall girls. She seems to be the essence of the world. The Ma's driver came to pick us up with a big black umbrella. Ma Dongsheng has his own way, he doesn't show off, but he knows how to enjoy. The car drove us to a private club where he had a table for a long time.When we sat down, the waiter did not have time to entertain him, which shows that he is a customer who can afford it. Marley happily introduced us to eat fresh clams, "the taste is very good, and the meat is not as dull as oysters." Such a young person knows how to eat. She also chose marinated salmon and salad. She obviously doesn't like cooked food. I don't know if Mrs. Zhang will say that she is uninhibited when she sees it. Maybe she has romantic potential. Ma Dongsheng accommodated his daughter in everything, which is okay for his daughter, but not for his wife, so Ma Dongsheng lost Yao Jing. Marley did not treat us as outsiders, chatting with her biological father. She covers a wide range of topics, and her girlish mentality is cute and lively. Although the subjects involved are trivial, we don't mind listening carefully. Her voice is like music, and it doesn't matter if it is childish. "Mom still wants me to go out." Of course, this mother is not Yao Jing, "but I think about it, and there is nothing I like to go to. Maybe Cambridge, but my homework, alas. I don't want to go to the United States, nor I plan to learn French. Lawrence doesn’t want me to leave now either.” This Lawrence must be her little boyfriend, “I’ve thought about it for a long time, and sometimes I feel that staying in this city is not an option. ,dont you agree?" That kind of coquettishness is not artificial, it is as innocent as a baby.The seed of Yao Jing falls in different soils and growth environments, and has different shapes and personalities, but a rose, no matter what you call her, she is still a rose. I asked, "Is Lawrence a handsome boy with short hair, wearing white clothes and pants today?" "Yes, it was him," Marley asked. "How do you know?" Ma Dongsheng smiled, "Did you forget which line of work Aunt Xu does?" Marley clapped his hands, "It's a reporter." I measured the appearance and interior of this pair of golden boys and jade girls, but I found them to be wonderful, and they were all perfectly matched. "Is he your boyfriend?" I asked. Marley wrinkled his little nose and said in a humming voice, "It's like that, I haven't done it yet." I looked at Sister Bian and said, "Look how good it is to be young, with so many choices, like you and me, if someone is willing to marry us, and if you refuse again, it's self-inflicted and you can't live." "Lawrence won't take his master's degree in two years," said Marley, "but Daddy, I'll be twenty in two years." Wow, twenty years old, for them, twenty-one years old is enough, like me and Sister Bian, a woman in her thirties, with the word "Wan" chiseled on her face, what is it if it's not an old goblin? My sister and I looked at each other. For Marley, even thirty years old does not exist, let alone the grievances of the previous generation. She has no time to love or hate. She lives in her own happiness and does not have to take care of others. mistake. Neither my sister nor I are unfortunate people, but compared to Marley's generation, it seems full of worries. After finishing the main course, Marley ordered a large ice cream. The crystal dish was bright red and purple, just like her youth. She put it into her mouth together with fresh strawberries and cream. My sister and I stared blankly. wry smile. How dare we eat like this, and want to wear slightly tight clothes. We sigh. When Marley picked up the linen cloth to wipe her mouth, we felt that she was quite familiar with us. When Ma Dongsheng came to the next table to say hello and sit down, Marley and I made a deal. I said, "Having two mothers is actually a blessing." Marley was holding the thin cut glass. "My mother treats me very well." "Do you have many chances to meet your biological mother?" I asked. "When I was really young, I saw more, but since I was in preparatory school, there were very few. The time she proposed was not on weekends. I couldn't spare time. She had to work again when I was on vacation." "Miss her?" I said. Marley looked up and thought for a while, "No." She added, "It's a pity that she died in her prime. I think she was noble and beautiful. Sometimes I can see her performance on TV." Ma Li's affection for Yao Jing is no hotter than that of an ordinary movie fan. She also felt it herself, so she said apologetically: "I was not brought up by her, I see my father more." "You always knew?" "Well." She nodded, "I've known it since I was a child, but I always feel that I am more like the biological daughter of my adoptive parents. Would you like to meet them and come to dinner tomorrow?" "Why didn't you show up at the funeral?" "Daddy says it's all just ritual—" Someone continued, "—Since An Juan has never wanted to reveal Ma Li," it was Ma Dongsheng who came back, "I decided to respect her intention." I admire Ma Dongsheng more and more.He really loves his lover to the end. It is not difficult to understand that Yao Jing could rest in peace under his shade in the midst of hardship. At this moment, I no longer feel that Ma Dongsheng is a bad old man. What does appearance matter?Especially the appearance of a man.Back then, Yao Jing was really a superficial and willful woman, relying on her beautiful appearance to owe Ma Dongsheng. I could only hear Sister Editor slowly say: "At that time, women's emotional life was indeed not that open." Ma Dongsheng replied flatly: "It's not much better now. There are still people whose sons can walk, and they still talk about being unmarried and having no close friends. There will always be only one girlfriend who is more talkative and studying in the United States." He paused, "I I am very forgiving of An Juan, if she wants a career, she has to pay the price." "You don't annoy her?" "How come," he said with only a little bitterness, "she has given me so much." What a great and righteous man. "Although the fate is only three years and more than a thousand days, Marley is the brilliance of my life." He repeated the status of his daughter in his heart. Marley leaned on her father's shoulder. What else do you need to say? By the time Yao Jing realized that she needed them, it was too late, they were already used to life without her. He stretched out his hand and summoned the messenger to sign the form to send us back. Marley asked, "Come to dinner tomorrow, huh?" I looked at Ma Dongsheng, and he didn't object. In fact, I also wanted to visit the Qu family, so I said, "Tomorrow, you introduce Lawrence to me." The little girl was more than happy to see someone respecting her boyfriend, and immediately told us the address. I asked Ma Dongsheng, "You don't object to our association with Ma Li?" "Of course not, I'm a very enlightened person." I quickly praised him: "We already know this. Mr. Ma, I'm really sorry for harassing you a while ago." he smiles. The rain had stopped, and the plants were covered with water droplets. Marley shook the branches with his hand, and it seemed to be raining. The driver picked up the father and daughter, and we walked in the car. I asked sister editor if it was not exciting enough. "It can be said that it is expected. The feelings of modern people... are like this. Who would show their madness." I nod. "Do you wish to have a daughter like Yumali? I like her so much." "Your daughter will be reproduced from your cells. How can she look like Qumali?" She paused and said, "It's not bad to be like you." I said, "Marley is more rational. She knows how to think and how to choose." "Their generation was more realistic, but we were different back then. The more unrealistic the more romantic, just joking with ourselves." Not really.I bought a European sports car for no reason, and it leaked when it rained, and the whole car was like a pond. When I drove out in heavy rain, I stopped at a red light and used a woolen cloth to absorb water, opened the door and wrung out the towel before absorbing it... The whole thing can be treated as a joke speak.What a waste, unknowingly, now?Who is with you in vain, a car is impractical, one, two or three will fall into the sea. Only ten years away.At that time, it was still important to be consistent. It takes three years to break up with a man who doesn't agree with you. This is not a joke. How many three years does a person have?The young people of this generation are really blessed. The social atmosphere has turned so open and lively, with much greater flexibility and a wide range of choices.I am deeply jealous. The editor said: "...Don't say I didn't remind you." "What?" I didn't hear it. "Shoutou is dating someone else." "woman?" "Of course it's a woman." I was so stupid that I didn't expect this trick at all, and my heart suddenly turned upside down like a five-flavored rack, all the ups and downs came up, and suddenly the stars danced in front of my eyes, and my ears were buzzing. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I forced a smile and said, "You shouldn't treat right and wrong as human beings." Sister Editor glanced at me, "Original friends shouldn't meddle in other people's business, but you and I don't get along well. I've been eating, drinking and sleeping at your house for a while. If something happens, I shouldn't play it safe. Nosy, that's wrong, everyone and every matter should be discussed separately, as far as your matter is concerned, first: you should be vigilant. Second: it's nothing special." My eyes were astringent, and I held her hand tightly. "Are you going to cry? It's your own choice. You deserve it. What is there to complain about? He also thought you were messing with people like Shi Qi." "Can you explain?" I cleared my throat. "If you care, go hug his leg and cry, otherwise just pass quietly like this, silence, why not? You were the one who left him cold first." I murmured, "Two years and eight months of my life." She patted me on the back. I wanted to go back to the apartment and have a good grief, find out the whole thing, and examine it like a patient, to see if there is any cure, where the germs are spreading, what medicine should be given, and so on. But Shi Qi was lying in front of our door, asleep and peeling peanuts. Sister Editor was shocked when she saw it. "Big star, don't act like this, okay?" Shi Qi smiled and threw peanut shells at us, "You want to get rid of me? It's so easy?" "Hozen." The editor gritted her teeth and scolded him. He jumped up from the ground like a carp, hugged Miss Bian, kissed her on the cheek, followed by hanging his hands over his knees, swinging back and forth, covering his lower lip with his upper lip, jumping back and forth, yelling "Yi Yi" Sounds like a chimpanzee. My God, I laughed so hard that I couldn't straighten up, and I was having fun. Sister Bian slapped him desperately, and he hugged her waist horizontally. The editor called: "If you don't stop, I'll call you molesting and I'll take you to the police station." Shi Qi finally stopped "enough". I open the door with the key.I'm afraid that at the police station, Shi Qi's fans will accuse the editor of molesting her, because there are many people on his side. I was a little lonely, Shi Qi, a clever boy, came to please me, "Why, you left me in a corner, and the two of you came back from playing, aren't you happy?" I forced a smile, "What's playing? We're not going to play." "Have you seen Qumali?" He was enthusiastic, "Seeing how satisfied you all are, you must have found it, right?" I nod. "Is she pretty?" "Beautiful, indescribably beautiful, the most beautiful girl we have ever seen." I said. Shi Qi tilted his head, "Are you sincere or sarcastic? You two have seen a lot of pretty girls, so don't talk nonsense." "I don't believe in pulling it down." "Take me to her." "Impossible, he is a good college student, the exam is coming soon, and he has to go abroad for further studies, so don't disturb his life." Sister Bian said. Shi Qi sneered, "I always look down on opera actors, don't you? No matter how open you are at ordinary times, when it comes to critical moments, scholars, businessmen, and businessmen are all human beings, and actors are like street performers. I don't deserve to know her, right? You are the same Zhang What's different about the Xu family?" The editor argued: "I didn't mean that—" But Shi Qi has already been hurt, his face is ashen, his eyes are shining with crystal and anger, I am really afraid that he will write off our friendship from now on. I didn't expect his inferiority complex to be so deep.I rushed to say: "Shi Qi, what capacity do you use to meet her? You are a libertine and her mother's lover. We are afraid that she won't be able to stand this kind of stimulation. Where did you go? You are so cheeky. If you are thick, you are not worthy to be friends with us." Xi, I comforted him, and I am waiting for someone to comfort me. He turned his face to look at his shoulders, which had been relaxed and flat, probably forgiving us both. The editor was unreasonable, "Nonsense! Why do you have to see her? Want to find her mother's shadow in her? Let me tell you, she is not like Yao Jing, she is a young girl of the times, with completely different values." "At least let me see her, I promise you to sit in a corner and keep quiet." I still don't believe him because he has talking eyes. I took a look at Sister Bian, and said, "It's none of my business, Shi Qi, you go and beg her." I pouted. Shi Qi didn't make a sound, he squatted at Sister Bian's feet, resting his head on her knee, and didn't say a word.This is his killer copper. There is no doubt that this was the way he impresses Yao Jing back then. Women like this. Although everyone thinks he is disgusting, but it is like sending flowers. If you really send a bouquet of roses every day, the effect is really great, and women can't bear it. "Okay, okay," Sister Bian said, "We're going to Qu's house for dinner tomorrow, you dress up a bit, and I'll take you there." Shi Qi happily left.It's reasonable, there is no reason why we can't deal with this kid, we are sober as soon as he leaves, but when he crouches in the corner of the door, we are confused and promise him everything.Afterwards, I regretted that I promised him. This is his charm. We didn't rest until late at night. She writes, I smoke. "What is it called looking back?" "Look back and think about it in the future." She buried her head in writing.The manuscript we have written at this moment may contain hundreds of thousands of words, but the text is very loose, and each section has a considerable plot, but it cannot be coherent.These 100,000 words can be used as a new-style script, which can be skipped one by one, supplemented by photography and acting skills, but as a novel, because it only relies on black and white, it is not readable and must be carefully sorted out. The worst thing is, according to experienced people: the writing is not good, don’t think that it will get better after being changed, the more it is changed, the more inappropriate, the more it is changed, the more dead it is, and finally it is thrown into the writing and paper basket. How to deal with these 100,000 words is really nerve-wracking. Of course I hope to publish it, where can I get it published?Is it possible to send photocopies of the manuscript to the editors of the newspapers?How do we know which editor is in power?Or simply hand it over to Uncle Yang of "Xin Wen Bao"?Has he checked such a thick manuscript?It seems that Shoulin has to be entrusted. Thinking of Tuo Shoulin, my heart turns cold. He no longer belongs to me now, how can I ask him to serve me again?Thinking of a fate that would be dissipated for no reason.It's not sad.It's my own fault, no one has sympathy for me. I press the pad to my face. The editor said: "I'm finally sad, aren't you? Go out and fight for it. I'm afraid it's too late. You don't need to incur irreparable losses for a little bit of self-esteem. Showing off self-esteem before money and love is the most stupid thing." I am silent. "It's like your heart is about to explode, isn't it?" Elder Sister Bian asked with a smile.With the posture of someone who has been there, he knows everything. "Stop writing?" I looked around, "Did you record all the process of our meeting with Qumali? Did you miss any part?" "No, not at all. I wrote down all the styles of Ma Dongsheng's leather shoes." "What shoes does he wear?" "A pair of spotless black lace-up shoes." It suits him very well.He was such a noble and honest man. Sister Bian yawned and cleared the stationery on the table, intending to end the day. "Did you sleep?" she asked. I asked her, "Should I get a job?" "It should have been a long time ago. When you are young, it is cool to be idle. When you are old, you are poor if you don't have a job. Sako, you will soon be thirty years old." "I can marry." She didn't answer me. I myself said dejectedly: "Perhaps I have to do more when I am married." The editor laughed and went back to the room. I tossed and turned in bed all night and had a sore throat the next day. In the early morning, sister editor came to push me, "Wake up, Lawyer Zhang is looking for you." I woke up from the dream, I didn't know where I was for a while, I opened my eyes wide, stared blankly for a while, and then took the phone. "Miss Xu, we still have something to give you." "What else?" "The landlord notified us to clean up Ms. Xu's clothing during her lifetime. We discussed it and thought it would be best to ask you to look at it. If it is useful, you can keep it. If it is useless, you are responsible for discarding it." I was wide awake and such a big responsibility fell on me. "The house has been rented out, and the house will be handed over to the new tenant within two months, and everything will be freed up for renovation." "Okay, I'll go right away." I put on my jeans. The editor said, "I'm going too. Yao Jing has to wear clothes when she's famous. I'm going to open my eyes." When we arrived at the old house, lawyer Zhang handed us the key and told us to finish the matter before twelve o'clock. We found the bedroom, which had been emptied of furniture.In the middle of the suite, connected to the bathroom, we find the cloakroom, which is as big as the bedroom. Rows of racks are hung with unbelievably special clothes, the colors are elegant and beautiful like fairy costumes in fairy tale world, some are made of light gauze, some are studded with beads, and some are inlaid with feathers. The clothing and decorations touched lightly, as if they were spiritual, thinking that their mistress had returned. Female stars have an inseparable relationship with American clothing, and Yao Jing's shadow can be found in this pile of large clothes. We looked at them one by one. There were Chinese styles and Western styles, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Some of the coats and inners were hung for some unknown reason. They are furs, some are ostrich feathers, and some are sequins. I am dazzled by seeing them, and almost none of them fall to the ground. Sister Editor took out a long skirt and said, "Look!" Alas, this is a flesh-colored tulle dress, completely transparent, only the important parts are nailed with beige long tube beads. When viewed from a distance, it is slightly shimmering, which is indescribably sexy. How could Yao Jing wear such clothes?I blurted out, "This is my dream dress, I want it." "It goes with this shawl." Sister Editor took out a hollow shawl made of white mink fur, one by one, and it was exquisitely carved. Yao Jing's life energy is here. We saw Yao Jing's shoe rack again. There were more than two hundred pairs of shoes there, all of them were wiped clean, and there were all kinds of textures, from black satin shoes with a height of nine centimeters to pink sneakers. belong to the same brand.Not to mention the luxury of the shoes, the most rare thing is the extremely high cleanliness of the shoes. Then there are handbags, and the evening wear is packed in boxes. We are like children who have entered the fairy palace. When we opened the lid of the box and took a closer look, several of them were made of K gold silk. I was amazed: "Now I know where Yao Jing's money has been spent." Priceless, illusory, and unrealistic things are used to dress her up, making her look like a fairy concubine, more brilliant, bright and dazzling, making it unforgettable at first sight, and branded in her heart. We tour in her furs. "To whom?" I said, "Who are these clothes for? What should they do with them?" We were both dazzled. "But we have to remove them by noon." "Discuss with Ma Dongsheng, where can our family let it go?" Oh yes.Ma Dongsheng. The telephone line to the mansion has been cut.I ran out of the empty room and went to the management office to borrow it. Ma Dongsheng said he would be there within 30 minutes. Sitting in the dressing room, facing the mirror inlaid with mercury tassels, I seemed to see Yao Jing appearing indistinctly, with a smile on his face and a wind blowing from the corner of his mouth, as if nodding to us. How I wish she could see me again.Yao Jing, because I finally understand you and understand you. After you passed away, I touched everything about you before you were alive. I picked up that leopard-skin coat and put it next to my face. The last time I saw Yao Jing, she was wearing this dress, freely and casually, without taking it as the same thing. They said that the more people who are used to clothes and food, have a style, and have seen the world, the more they can do this.The editor said: "I heard an aunt say that fur coats don't need to be refrigerated at all, they can be hung at home casually, as long as they are not too humid, they will not be damaged for twenty or thirty years." I smiled, the relationship between female stars and fur coats...is like students and homework, authors and books. Ma Dongsheng is here. He was very nervous and just nodded to us, and we led him in to see the colorful neon clothes.He was astonished, not as stunned as we were. He brought many huge empty cardboard boxes, and we hurriedly folded and put down all the clothes that were impossible to fold. The three of them silently packed seven or eight boxes, and the driver of Ma's family also came to help. He went out with more than a dozen coats in his hands, covering everyone, and went back and forth seven or eight times before clearing them. Ma Dongsheng's expression gradually relaxed, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he suddenly said to us softly: "Look at An Juan's playfulness, look at these hangers." The hangers are all wrapped in satin, and most of them also have dried flower petal cloth bags hanging on them. I sighed deeply, what's the use, what's the use of such aristocrats, people who live in every direction - not Yao Jinglei. When we looked at Ma Dongsheng again, we found that he was crying.How long has he not seen Yao Jing!In her clothes mound, what did he recall? I have always respected him, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a clean handkerchief.