Chapter 9 Chapter nine

Later Zhang Yunxin said: "You are too childish." I think so too. "The population is highly mobile, and no one can accompany you for a lifetime. Cultivate personal interests early, and you can arrange flowers and fish when you are old." I was stunned and hadn't recovered for a while. "Don't be too sad, there is always a feast in the world. As a woman, you are so sad for another woman? No one sympathizes with you." I don't ring. "You're fed up? Are you? Everyone's leaving you." He smiled. "Baby, trust me, you haven't seen the cruelest side of real life yet."

"Yes, you have to go to the fire pit to see clearly." I said mockingly. "No need, just ask Tang Jing, how long have you been out for soaking? One year, how long has she been out for soaking? For more than ten years, she has really tasted all the ups and downs. What have you seen? If you give you a needle, you will recognize it as Stick, if a man told you that his wife didn't understand him, do you think you are wise?" "Do you want to sell me to the human flesh market?" I was annoyed. "It's pleasant to fall, Zijun, like a rotten piece of meat waiting to die, it doesn't take much effort. Zijun, have you ever tried to climb up? Try it, Zijun, you've always been lucky."

I was depressed, "Okay, I don't have a chance to play the rest of my life." Perhaps Tang Jing sees through everything in this world, and simply goes to a small town in a foreign country to spend the rest of her life, which is a shortcut to escape from the world of mortals. Ziqun left, and so did she.All these women are gone, and I am the only one alive, what good is it to be beautiful, who am I to show. I came out to fight unarmed after everyone went ashore. I was half a beat slower than others in everything. "With me," Zhang Yunxin patted his chest, "I will always be your faithful partner."

Recently, being a clown has been so good, I really want to push open the window, shout out the window, use my boxing chest, and make a Tarzan-like cry. I don't know why, but whenever I'm tired, sad, and tired, I want to sit down and cry. Crying is really good. When I was a child, when I cried aloud, someone would always come to rescue me. Now I am the one who wipes away the tears and cleans up the mess. Live, I actually yearn for that day.Silly. Because of rushing time, the hands have been in contact with wet mud for a long time, which gradually formed a skin disease. My fingertips are old and skinny, and I can't look good even after taking medicine and injections, so I get irritable.

Zhang Yunxin was a bystander and asked me: "What is it? Is it because of the imbalance between yin and yang, or the young lady has lost her temper again, and she plans to quit?" "Don't say that about me." "Patience, patience." My heart has been hard since Tang Jing left. I said angrily, "If this is done endlessly, there will be no end of time, what should I do?" "Somebody's writing the twentieth anniversary, don't you know?" I put my head on the table. "You are quite an artist." He sneered. I dare not offend him easily, and he is the only friend I have left.

This period of time has been particularly pale. Ke Linzhongsi said: "You deserve it. I know you are so busy, but you are so picky. Why don't you go with foreigners." Laughing. He always thought that I had an affair with Tang Jing, but now that he is haggard and married because of her, it's okay to say that, I really miss Tang Jing. Occasionally, I was also tempted by him to go out with him to drink half a bottle of wine and complain.Gradually, I began to sympathize with Ziqun. Foreigners speak vernacular, can afford and let go, and are generous. They don’t necessarily have to really take advantage of it, but they are very enthusiastic. Anyway, they are not serious, and foreigners can take it easy.

Gradually, I really believed that Ziqun had no choice but to choose foreigners, but the Chinese didn’t choose her, and the mouths of some Chinese characters almost made up a song about her love affairs, how tiring it was. That's the secret, I didn't know it before. And Juansheng finally married Gu Lingling. It was my mother who came to inform me. "...What they mean is that they want Ping'er to be a flower girl, and I'm afraid you won't agree..." My mother hasn't messaged me for a long time. Feeling really bored, as if disdain to be this middleman.I was making a clay figurine, holding the phone under my chin, trying to wipe my hands, and when she said that, the phone became as heavy as lead.

"No," I said, "I won't." "You talk to them," said the mother, "I don't do this kind of Lu Zhonglian." "Okay." I said, "I will talk to Shi Juansheng myself." Ex-husband, ex-husband’s children, ex-husband’s current wife, his current wife and her ex-husband, their children, in the future there will be children born to my ex-husband and his current wife, and maybe even my current husband’s children. Something more complicated?This kind of interpersonal relationship simply needs to be numbered and entered in the file. I told Shi Juansheng: "These things have nothing to do with the children, don't let the children get involved."

Juansheng said: "But if Ping'er is involved, he will feel more cordial." "What intimacy?" I asked, "A feeling of intimacy for my father's wedding? I'm a bumpkin, and I can't be brothers everywhere. If you have the guts to ask Ping'er to be a flower girl, be careful." "Okay, okay, why are you so tough?" He was angrily. "Why can't the two of you go to a foreign country to get married? It's popular now, and you just pretend to be the first time without anyone noticing it, and write off the past, pretending that it was the fault of the meeting: I was young and ignorant at the time, and I made a mistake. Why not?"

"Zijun, you are really good at opening your mouth. You were not like this before." "In the past, in the past, I let you rub your lapel flat." "You have to keep your behavior and control it. Even Ping'er knows that you are hanging out with foreigners." He suddenly counterattacked. "That's just a business friend, don't be bloody, and I warn you, don't bring my son into this whirlpool again." Juan let out a long sigh, and scratched his scalp. I looked at him coldly, he was going to be a groom, but he was old and worn out, with no new ideas at all, his hair was greasy, his clothes were very flowery, it could be seen that the tie was deliberately matched, but it was too obvious.It must be the taste of his new lover.

Juansheng suddenly gained weight in the past two years. Maybe it's because his business is on the right track. There is nothing to worry about. He checks the patient's pulse and checks his throat every day according to the order of registration, and prescribes the same prescription. It's just a cold and sore throat. Seventy yuan per person.Why is he not fat?Sitting there collecting money, the past ten years of cold windows are all past events, not worth mentioning. My thoughts went a long way. Every time I saw him, I was always very reluctant. When I saw him, I didn't have any grievances, but I couldn't concentrate, and I couldn't find a topic. Once the real topic was explained, the two of them would just sit down. I suddenly realized that Shi Juansheng was a very dull person, compared to Zhang Yunxin's wit and wit, and even Lin Zhongsi's stalking, Juansheng was lacking in vitality, yet we have been married for thirteen years. If he came to pursue me now, would I marry her? Perhaps it is for the stability of life, but the method is different, and it will never be possible to be 100% sincere. He said: "...Anyway, Zijun, if you want to get married, remarry formally, and I can save alimony." "Your alimony has never increased by one cent these days. Do you know that prices have skyrocketed?" "I heard you can earn it yourself." "Rely on one hand, we crafty kids, don't mention it." Every time I put it up first, "Let's go." "Zijun, I didn't expect you to become so down-to-earth. Every time I came out to see you, I had to go through a lot of quarrels, but you—" "Arguing about me?" This is new, "I'm your ex-wife you abandoned, not your new love, why are you arguing?" "Woman." He sighed again. It's so vulgar that you only know two women in your life, and you pretend to be an expert on women's issues. When I got home, I imitated Shi Juan and sighed, and said: "Woman!" He hates the man who takes pride in having a woman jealous for him the most. Husband and wife for thirteen years, it's so strange that Juan Sheng isn't even the kind of man I like.I cried and quarreled for him, but now it disappeared. Every time I see Shi Juansheng, I sleep very well. Tang Jing told me before that her most frequent nightmare was to dream of entering a conference room in her pajamas, and the whole room was filled with men in iron armor, speaking in the same tone as if poured out of a mold, and then began to attack her with weapons , stabbed her to a bloody mess, and fell to the ground. What a terrible dream, both realistic and vivid. She is still qualified, I don't have so many robots to deal with. Zhang Yunxin asked me to buy some new clothes more than once, "Forever that pair of ripped leather pants." In fact, these ragged trousers were once worth 4,500 yuan, and they were designed by the high-fashion architect Ji Yafranco Farah, who was hailed by Time Magazine. They were once white, but now they are like my people, with a dusty face and frosty temples. . I went to the famous store and the new saleswoman there no longer recognized me. I was wandering about in peace, feeling no need to go any further in my finery, when someone recognized me. "Mrs. Smith!" I turned my head, "Hey, Mrs. Jiang." "How are you? Long time no see, Mrs. Smith," she pulled me back. I smiled, "Don't call me Mrs. Shi again, I have been divorced for two years." "Oh, I'm divorced too." She said with red eyes. I nod. "Everyone knows that there is someone outside my husband, so just keep it from me, everyone is a good friend, and don't tell me." She complained. I changed the subject: "Do you see any suitable clothes?" "What's the use of having money? People who can't catch him," Mrs. Jiang continued, "Your family history doctor—" "I'll go over there and have a look," I hurriedly pushed her away and grabbed my arm, and hurried to the wool wardrobe to pick out. Mrs. Jiang didn't follow, so I walked towards her and nodded. Her alimony must be better than mine, and she is still eligible to visit famous stores.I left with empty hands, not wanting to touch the corners of my previous life. On the day of Shi Juansheng's wedding, Lin Zhongsi pointed to the notice in the Western newspaper and said to me: "Look, your ex-husband is married." I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you know everything? Who the hell is inquiring? Why are you so interested in other people's private affairs? Why do you start chatting with each other with a glass of beer? How can someone listen to what someone says?" ? Do you have any personality? What does my private matter matter to you? What is wrong with you? Why?" He grinned, "Zijun, hey, everyone is leaving you, your husband, your lover, your sister—" "Shut up!" I yelled. His blue eyes were full of smiles, and he glanced at the advertisement in the newspaper, and smacked his lips at the same time. "What else do you know?" "You are lonely, I plan to take advantage of it." "Never possible." "Did you see the advertisement that came out last week? Do you like it?" "Who did it?" "Brown's group." "Brown?" The name was three centuries old. "He's still mad at me because of you, I'm showing off because I didn't eat mutton." "You foreigners are all coquettish anyway." "How long can you resist?" "By the time I broke down," I said sternly, "I'm not looking for Brown or you!" "You're amazing." He stuck out his tongue. I had some money with me, so I flew to Vancouver to see Ann while I was bored. Hearing her cheers on a long-distance phone call is enough. She actually came to pick me up at the airport. Wide smile, fit body, no, no, Ann is not like me, I have never been so lively.She is from me, but in fact she is better than me. "Tired?" She asked me concernedly. I nod. "I booked a hotel room for you. What, Mom, are you still alone?" I don't say anything, this little girl just treats me as her peer. "Daddy is married." "How can I compare with him?" I smiled wryly. "Don't be sour," she smiled, "Maybe there will be adventures during this trip." "Who did you meet?" I also laughed. "Who is your favorite man?" "The Troll in a Bottle in the Moon Palace Treasure Box." An'er shook her head solemnly, "He's too big." We laughed again. Ann's school is in the urban area, so I went to visit with her immediately. The dormitory supervisor is very strict, and visitors need to sign in before students can meet friends in the reception room. There are many foreigners among the dormitory students, Hong Kong students account for about 30%, and the rest are children of Arab oil countries.The facilities in the school are excellent, with swimming pools, courts, and sports rooms all available. It is completely like a holiday camp, and it is clearly a school specially set up for wealthy families.Girls don't care what they study, but boys are not guaranteed to find a good university after graduation. An'er's room is full of books and magazines published in Hong Kong, Ming Pao Weekly, and Sister Pictorial. "Where did you come from?" I frowned. "Bought in Chinatown." "It's too wasteful." I said, "Your father gave you a lot of pocket money?" "A lot," she admitted. "He is very generous to you." I was a little relieved. "Yes, his current wife often quarrels with him, complaining that he spends too much money on his children, for fear of spoiling us." "Are you spoiled?" I asked with a smile. "of course not." "You don't hate your dad that much, do you?" "Now I'm good at flattering him." An'er's eyes flashed a cunning. An'er immediately said seriously: "Mom, I am sincere to you." After all, I am still a child, I laugh. I said, "Your Aunt Tang Jing is married." "Her?" An'er was surprised, "She has such high eyes and is in her thirties. Who will she marry?" "Married to a very good man." Even I have to admit that, "She was a career woman for the first half of her life, and a housewife for the rest of her life." "Hey, mom, it's just the opposite of you." "But people first taste bitterness and then sweetness, and I taste sweetness first and then bitterness, which is different." "It's all the same. Mom, I'll move in to live with you in a hotel, let's talk slowly." Vancouver is a very dull city. Only a young girl like Ann can enjoy living here. Within a week, I wanted to go back to Hong Kong.Visiting these places every day: historical museums, vast parks, clean streets, big department stores, slow pace, dry food, all together make me more lonely. If it wasn't for the fear of hurting Ann's self-esteem, I would fly to New York to end my three-week vacation. Ann was of course happy. After school, she put on a pair of knee pads and went roller skating and cycling in the park.Because she looks good, everyone is willing to treat her well. She has already become a part of this city. I don't think she will return to live in Hong Kong. Foreign middle school students do not have homework at all, and they also need to write reports in the middle of the semester. They are all topics that inspire students to think, and they don’t have to memorize them one by one. If An'er was in Hong Kong at the moment, just in the third year of secondary school, she would probably be nearsighted by 800 degrees, and the three tutors would follow her, doing homework until twelve o'clock every night, and talking about exams and quizzes at every turn. I am a little grateful to Shi Juansheng for taking the decisive decision to send An'er out, which made her feel broad-minded and live a healthy life.So even though it was a dreary vacation, I was having a peaceful time. Seeing that An'er is so good, my own loneliness and paleness are nothing. The two years after the divorce began to be more difficult. In the past, my heart was filled with hatred, and at least I had a purpose in life. I jumped out of bed with my eyes wide open, gritted my teeth and clenched my fists to complain about fate and love. Now I don't even hate anymore, there is a emptiness, in the evening, I only feel that the three souls are dim, and the seven souls are wandering, I don't know where to go. That kind of horror can't be described in words, I've been busy all the time, just doing things, but I'm on holiday again, taking out the past and scrutinizing it all day long... This kind of desolation is really not human. I vowed never to take a long vacation again. An'er already has a "boyfriend". Girls aged 14 or 15 have long been pursued in foreign countries, and An'er is no exception. The boy was a year or two older than her, very handsome, and three generations of his family were registered in Vancouver. His father was an architect, surnamed Guan, who was well-known in the local area. He had five brothers and sisters in total. The first time I met Ann's boyfriend, I didn't know how to address him. Later, I stuttered and called him "Kenny" with Ann. This is the advantage of the English name. It can be called up and down, uncle, nephew and nephew. Cousins ​​can be called by English names. Kenny has small blisters on his face, the cold hair on the corner of his upper lip is a bit like a small beard, his eyebrows are quite delicate, he is always wearing a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, simple and cute, he keeps chewing a kind of chewing gum in his mouth, he can’t speak Cantonese at all, and he behaves well Exactly the same as ordinary foreign children. He dragged An'er around, watching movies and playing billiards. I don't worry and I have to worry. The two children seemed to have endless fun together, and their youth made me ashamed. This is a truly free generation. Thinking of when I was sixteen or seventeen years old, my mother suddenly stepped up to discipline Ziqun and me. When I went out to watch a movie with my classmates at 7:30, I would always be interrogated by her for three hours. She has big things on her mind. To the old mother, a daughter is a burden, unless she gets married, it's another matter. In my mother's mind, wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes is like being reduced to a bad woman. We will attack her with tears and snot, and we must make me and Ziqun kneel down and beg for mercy. It's not easy to beg for food under her eaves.Because of this, Ziqun moved out early. Ziqun is getting better now, and has his own home... No, if this vacation continues, I will almost pull out all the memories of the three-year-old past. In the last three days of the holiday, I felt relaxed, because I could go back to Hong Kong immediately and work hard for Zhang Yunxin.I looked at my hands, I was so happy that the skin disease on my fingers had a chance to relapse, and I could wish I could sleep a few more hours in the morning, and I thought to myself: Who needs a vacation. Kenny Kwan invited me to a BBQ in his backyard. I didn't know what to say, so I had to sell An'er's face and agree. It turns out that the Guan family’s big house is in Victoria, a fairyland-like place, about two hours away by ferry from Vancouver. The back garden faces the sea, and there is a big rope bed, which makes me miss Zhang Yunxin’s home. The difference is that Guan’s house is full of bowl-sized roses.The fragrance is tangy, and the petals are as beautiful as various velvets. I am very intoxicated. I asked Kenny, "Where is your father's house?" Kenny replied: "My father and mother have been divorced for seven years. They don't live together." "Oh." I just realized, "I'm sorry." "It's okay, my father is in Los Angeles for a meeting," he smiled, "I won't be back for a while, today are my friends with An'er." I was even more dumbfounded, thinking that there were middle-aged people of the same age chatting together, but who would have broken into the children's paradise. However, the freshly grilled T-bone steak is so mouth-watering. I don’t drink Coke, but Kenny actually finds mineral water for me. I eat a lot, my stomach is full, and my mood is also satisfied. The kids rang the radios— The weather was so nice that I lay down on the rope bed and closed my eyes. "Oh yeah, I love you so hard to say. Tomorrow will be more than today, oh oh, I love you so hard to say." I smile, the flood of love, if there is no love, there will be no more pop songs. Someone said to me, "Ann, move over." It was a man. He actually reached out and patted my ass on the rope bed. I hurriedly opened my eyes wide and wanted to jump up, but my body was trapped in the rope bed, and it was not easy to struggle to get up. "I'm not Ann." I quickly explained. The man was not one of the children. He saw my face clearly and apologized: "I'm sorry, I thought you were Shi An'er, you look similar, are you her sister?" I smiled wryly, "No, I'm her mother." He was surprised, looked at me, and switched to Chinese, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest." "It's okay." I finally stood up from the net. This man is about 30 to 40 years old, with a heroic face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a little weathered between his brows, and his correct facial features are a bit like Kenny. My heart moved, and I blurted out and asked: "Are you really Kenny?" father?" He shook his head, "I am his uncle, my surname is Zhai." "Sorry, I made a mistake." He smiled. Mr. Zhai's temperament is impeccable. Demeanor is intangible and qualityless, the strangest thing, but it can be infected as soon as you touch it. When Mr. Zhai raises his hands and moves his feet, the elegance, reservedness and generosity of Mr. Zhai left a deep impression on me. I also got this impression from Tang Jing's husband, Mo Jiaqian. Mr. Zhai is a little colder than Mo Jiaqian, but he does not reject people thousands of miles away.The appearance alone can make people feel admiration, besides, the inner body and the inner body are not bad either. How could I have the guts to comment on a strange man?From this we can see that women have really been liberated. I report my name to him. Mr. Zhai didn't take the opportunity to chat with me, he walked away with excuses and got into the pile. I am at a loss. If only I were twenty-five. No, no, if you are twenty-eight, or even thirty. I am innocent... I shouldn't think so, An'er Ping'er is my treasure, there is nothing wrong with it. Although most qualified men would not pursue an ordinary middle-aged divorced woman, I should not apologize for my past. Whatever is past is past anyway. I held hands blankly and looked at the sea in the distance. "Hi." I turned my head, "Kenny." He wiped his nose, "Auntie, you look lonely." Sitting beside me. I laugh while saying nothing. "You're still young. What's the point of being in your thirties?" He shrugged. "Besides, you're so beautiful. Many people think you're Ann's sister." "They were just joking," I said. "Why are you unhappy?" Kenny asked. "You won't understand." He smiled, showing his white teeth, "Ann said this is your mantra: you won't understand. Young and old don't understand?" Their generation doesn't talk about the rules of the elders and the younger, and they talk about things, just like their peers. "My uncle said: Is that beautiful woman really Xiao An's mother?" With a heartbeat, I lowered my head and looked at myself with shame: my hair was braided randomly, white shirt, black pants.Where can someone appreciate me? "Cheer up, Auntie," Kenny said. "I'm very good." "Yes, but who can't see a broken heart hidden under the calm exterior?" I was surprised, this kid, the more he talked, the more interesting he became. Kenny said: "Look at Xiaoan and I, we are so happy together, but it is very likely that she is not married to me, and I am not married to her. Are we worried about this? Love comes and goes, and goes. Come again, why be sad." My heart warmed for a while, and I smiled again. Kenny said, "I know, you're saying in your head again, you won't understand." After a while I asked, "Is your uncle married?" "No, Wang Lao Wu, never married." "How old is he?" "forty." I was taken aback, "Never married?" She didn't look like forty years old, but younger. Kenny shook his head, "Absolutely." "What is he doing?" "Papa's partner." "architect?" "right." I looked down at my hands again. "Hey," Kenny said, chewing gum, "why don't you two get close?" I looked at my watch, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, are we going to make a return trip?" "Go back? We're not leaving today," Kenny said. "Didn't anyone tell you? Fourteen of us are sleeping here tonight and we're going back to Vancouver tomorrow." I was surprised, but this place is so beautiful, it doesn't matter if I don't go back for three days. "This big house has seven rooms, you can occupy one, and the rest sleep on the floor," Kenny said. "Excellent arrangement." "Yes, my uncle. His name is Zhai Youdao. He can speak Cantonese. He prepares the sails over there. If you want to go to sea, he will wait for you over there." This is clearly an invitation.My heart moved, slowly jumping all the way up my throat. Kenny said, "What are you waiting for?" "Let me think about it." Kenny shook his head, "Xiao An is right." "what did she say?" "She said: Mother is a gentle old-fashioned woman who thinks thirty-six is ​​sixty-three." The child. Kenny shrugged and walked away with his hands in his pockets. Mr. Zhai invited me to go to sea. Such a great opportunity on a sunny day, why not?It's been a long time since I saw a man with good conditions.It's also good to relax, and I don't have any wrong thoughts.After dealing with men like Brown, Chen Zongda, and Collin Jones for two years, his vision and ambition narrowed, and he always thought that he was their kind. Women are good at snobbery, why didn't they accept Zhai's invitation?I'm in full tracksuit, socks and sneakers. I mustered up the courage to stand up and walked to the rear garage, where there was a small wooden pier stretching out to the sea. Zhai Youdao was tying the sail, and when he saw me nodding, he was very generous, like a playmate for many years, so I felt relieved first. He held out his hand to meet me, and I jumped into his boat. His hands are strong and warm. Then I realized that I hadn't touched a man's hand in years. This is not wishful thinking, this is the most real sigh. He didn't say anything more, as soon as he raised the sail and loosened the anchor, the boat slid far away, and we came to the middle of the blue sea, and the small white house in the distance was like a picture. And we are the people in the painting. I lay on the narrow deck, stretched my feet, and looked at the blue sky and white clouds.There is a lot of pain in life, and the rest of the joy is nothing more than that. I really want to enjoy more. Zhai Youdao is an expert in this sport, he is very busy, sometimes turning the rudder, sometimes turning the wind direction, allowing me to watch him carefully while watching the scenery alone. He has a very handsome face, a straight nose bridge, a pair of bright eyes under thick eyebrows, slightly thick lips tightly pressed, a strong and powerful appearance, a moderate build, muscular arms, and a powerful mouth. I thought: What kept him from getting married? I may never know. Zhai Youdao finally said to me: "Come on, you take the helm and don't let it swing." I said, "I won't." Really incompetent. "It's too simple, I'll teach you." He said, "If the boat is to the left, you should move to the right; I stared, "What if the wind doesn't flow?" "Then you can never go back." He smiled, showing his white teeth. I was embarrassed, so I shut my mouth and ran to the stern to steer. It's been a long time since I enjoyed such unfocused fun, and I cherish it very much, with a miserable feeling. After a little distraction, I saw a rowing boat crossing at a right angle. I didn't have time to turn the rudder, and shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!" There were three people on the rowing boat, glaring at me, but didn't move to row away. I was nervous, "I'm going to hit the boat, I'm going to hit it!" Guang Hui shouted. Zhai Youdao snatched it up and turned the sail from the left to the right to fasten it. When the wind blew the sail, he immediately avoided rowing. I breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled at me and didn't say much. When I got back to shore that day, I was exhausted. It was a very sweet night's sleep. After playing for half a day, we didn't speak more than ten sentences, which is really a miracle. Early the next morning, I automatically went into the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. Milk, oatmeal, eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes are all available, and I am very busy.An'er and Kenny were my helpers, and everyone was happy, saying that they must take Aunt Zijun with them when they travel in the future. When Zhai Youdao went downstairs, the young people had already dispersed. I was cleaning up the mess, and I saw him feeling a little guilty and flustered for some reason. He smiled and said, "Dude, is there any more breakfast?" I hurriedly answered: "Yes." "Come here for a Banji and a cup of coffee." I immediately poured coffee for him. "Well, it's very fragrant." "Fresh," I said. "Have you eaten yourself?" Zhai Youdao said. "I'm not in the habit of eating breakfast," I said. "Heh, that won't work. If you don't eat breakfast, you won't have the energy all day long." I laughed, "That's good, I eat double eggs with fire feet." "Listen to them, your craftsmanship is really not bad." I turned the pan halberd over in a frying pan and baked it until it was golden brown. The aroma was tangy, and I served it with a large bottle of sugar sauce. "It's delicious." He praised repeatedly. I just stared at him, a bit at a loss for words.Usually he is quite eloquent, but for some reason, now he has a girlish feeling and can't speak. Girlish feelings, huh huh, my face turned red first, and even my ears burned hotly. The people and things in the past will never come back. In the morning sun, although I am not yet old, I must admit that I am a middle-aged woman. I sat across from Zhai Jun, eating breakfast slowly, without knowing its taste. He asked me, "Do you have a job?" "Yes." I answered quickly, choked on a sip of tea, and coughed wildly. It's over, all manners are declared over. He quickly handed me the tissue. I went on, "I work with my master craftsmen for the Watgall Mint." "Are you an artist?" He was delighted. I muttered, "I dare not take it." It is not convenient to distinguish for a while.But I must show my identity: I am a self-reliant working woman, I am not a rice borer sitting at home and eating alimony. I'm trying to make a good impression on him, why?I've never cared so much. I've never wondered what other men think as they please. Zhai Jun said: "Women are most suitable to be artists," he laughed. "It is based on the most solid economic foundation that art needs, so it is best for all men to be scientists." Zhai Youdao is a responsible man. "However, being an artist is also extremely difficult, practicing and practicing constantly." I looked down at my hands, the flaking parts had just healed a bit.At that time, I worked hard for 12 hours a day in Lao Zhang's studio, and there was no day in the sky. Today, after listening to Zhai Jun's words, I couldn't help being moved. For Lao Zhang, I just think he is good enough and willing to take care of his friends, but for Zhai Jun, I have a feeling of following orders.Every word he said became a golden rule in my ears. After the divorce, I have always hated people asking me about my past without sincerity.But for Zhai Jun, I want to tell everything about the past. Of course I didn't say anything, I'm already in my thirties, and I'm no longer an impulsive child. After breakfast, he helped wash the dishes and said, "This kind of sunlight makes white look very white, and black looks very black. Sunlight is always pleasant and clean." I was surprised by his sensitivity, "You haven't been back to Hong Kong for a long time. There, the hot sun lasted for more than half a year, and you were covered in greasy dust and sweat, and the humidity was so low that it was hard to breathe." "I prefer the heavy rain in Hong Kong." "Yes," I quickly continued, "the heavy rain like white gluten fell overnight, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness. Everything became comfortable and distant in the sound of the rain, and the melancholy and old joys were like a dream." "What?" He turned his head. I am ashamed to repeat,. "there is nothing." He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Yes, melancholy and old joy are like dreams." He still heard it. Who is his ex-girlfriend?A girl like a rose, who broke his heart so long that he refused to marry? "When are you going back to Hong Kong?" he asked. I was so annoyed that I couldn't help it, "The day after tomorrow." "Oh, so fast?" Surprised. "I've been here two weeks." He nodded and said nothing. Naturally, it is inconvenient for him to keep me, and it is also inconvenient for me to stay by myself.We meet by chance, what are we talking about. I said some superficial words: "Xiao An and Kenny are good friends now, please take care of them." "That's for sure." Zhai Youdao said. "Where did they go?" I asked over my shoulder. "Let's go play," he said, "and you, how about I take a tour of the town with you?" "Great," I laughed, "wait for me to change into a dress." He took me to a historical museum, and we carefully observed every totem and specimen.Zhai Jun's expression was cold when he didn't speak. Every time he smoked, he asked me if I minded. Every time I said no, and I didn't think he was repeating himself. He likes black coffee, one cup after another. He has the habits of many foreigners, but there is always a Chinese reserve on his face. Oh, I really like him. Finally, we visited a small souvenir shop. I fell in love with a gold bracelet made by Indians. I put it on my wrist and loved it so much that I didn't want to take it off. But the price tag was more than three hundred dollars, and I didn't have that much money. Without saying a word, Zhai Jun wrote a check and said, "Let's go."