Chapter 10 chapter Ten

"I will send the money back immediately when I return to Hong Kong." I've never been so grateful. he laughs. In the rose garden.He took many pictures of me. "This garden is like a fairyland." I sighed, "How can I grow old living here?" For the first time in three years my heart is opening. He just smiled and didn't answer. I suddenly blushed again.What do I expect him to say? "—Then stay and don't go?" It's ridiculous. What about me even if he said such a thing? We didn't return to the big house until it was almost dusk.

Ann was relieved when she saw me, she turned to Kenny and said, "She's finally back." Then she said to me, "Mom, all of them have returned to Vancouver. Did you hang out with Uncle Di? We had to take the last boat." I was so embarrassed that I played overtime and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Zhai Jun said generously, "I'll take you to the pier." Ann said, "Uncle Zhai simply sent us back to Vancouver." "I'm afraid not," he said. "I have a very important appointment tomorrow morning." I am very attentive.There was no apology, no regret in his voice.

Ann handed over my travel bag, "I packed it for you." Our mother and daughter sat in the back seat and were sent to the pier by Zhai Jun. He was silent as usual. Kenny and Ann guessed riddles, ate chocolate, and clapped their hands along the way, which was very lively. My seat is facing the back of Zhai Jun's head.One or two percent of his hair is white, not at the temples, but it is naturally mixed, like... like a silver fox. I have a silver fox coat. I rarely wear it because it is heavy fur. At first glance, it looks like this: black fur with a small piece of white on the tip of the spear hair, like snow on a black fox. It is very romantic. This is exactly what I am wearing. Reasons to like Silver Fox.

I smile. Zhai Jun's hair is like a silver fox. An'er asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" I hurriedly restrained myself, "I didn't laugh." "You obviously smiled." "Oh, I had a great time." "Where did you and Uncle Zhai go?" "Museum and Gardens." "Hey, how boring!" An'er teased me, and secretly glanced at Zhai Jun by the way. When they arrived at the pier, Kenny and Ann hugged each other warmly. They had to be separated for three days.For two children, three days seemed like a century. Di Jun said goodbye to me at sunset.

He really cherishes words like gold, and doesn't open his mouth easily. On the boat, An'er immediately pinned the topic to me. "What do you think of Uncle Di?" I looked around and said to him, "There is a video game console on board, go and see if there is a Space Firebird, I like this game the most." An'er said: "Uncle Zhai is good at everything, but he has one shortcoming." "What shortcoming?" I couldn't help asking. "He doesn't show his emotions, you don't know what he's thinking at all, and there's no expression on his face," An'er imitated Zhai Jun, "not even showing emotion in his eyes."

Quite rightly, I began to admire my daughter, who was observant in her teens. "You guys had such a good time, have you made an appointment for the future?" Much to my chagrin, "No." "Oh, mom, you didn't hit the snake with the stick?" An'er was surprised. "How can I get on?" I whispered, "I'm going back to Hong Kong tomorrow." "Well, if I knew I would introduce you as soon as I arrived—it wouldn't work, he was in San Francisco at that time." The mother and daughter were silent for a while. "You like Uncle Di?"

"I like it." I'm not afraid to tell the truth, anyway, everything in a foreign country follows foreign rules. "Kenny and I are afraid that you will find him boring. Uncle Zhai doesn't say three words a day." "He told me a lot." "You think he likes you?" "Well, don't hate me." "Is there really no appointment to see you in the future?" I was very perplexed, "how can we meet each other after a thousand miles away?" Ann didn't say anything more. I was on the plane the next day. At the airport, I didn't look around on purpose. Disappointment is inevitable. Do I still hope that he will not see me off.

An'er waved to me, "Mom, come back when you have time." I nod. "Don't be disappointed," Ann said, "maybe he will send you a photo, and you can take the opportunity to communicate with him." I smile wryly. "Goodbye, Ann, don't worry about me." I couldn't sleep on the plane, sighed that I was unlucky, and for two weeks, I didn't meet Zhai Jun until the end of the vacation. Otherwise, I would have enjoyed a few more days. I twirled the Indian bracelet on my wrist. Back in Kai Tak, Hong Kong, as soon as I got off the plane, a gust of hot air hit my face, making me breathless. It was raining heavily, and it was really gluten-like thick and white.I didn't bring an umbrella, so I stood in the crowd waiting for a taxi with my luggage in my arms.

As soon as the popularity is [Fire Bureau], there are strange smells coming from the front and back, all of which are tired faces.After more than ten hours of heat in the narrow cabin, and no chance to wash your face and mouth, no beauty can survive this battle. When I traveled with Shi Juansheng in the past, the old lady, the driver, was always waiting for me when I got out of the airport, and hurriedly took my luggage and drove home. Now waiting for the street car, the salary has plummeted, but it is not this detail that makes me complain. What is the hindrance of the wheel car?After all, I got my turn, and what really tortured me was the boundless loneliness. The warm home in the past no longer existed, and the sense of security in my heart disappeared.

I will never have a home again. The rain under the eaves splashed all over me, I didn't dodge, people looked at me in surprise, they must think this woman is stupid. I finally got into a taxi amidst the uproar. "Mobil." I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally got home. Turning on the hot water faucet and filling the bathtub with a "squeak", I shook the phone to call Zhang Yunxin. Lao Zhang said "Hello", and my nose became sore, as if it had been a lifetime ago. "Old Zhang, it's good to hear your voice." "Zijun, you're back?" He was surprised, "What a melancholy voice."

I said, "Old Zhang, come and talk to me." "You just finished your vacation, why are you so depressed?" I said, "I don't know either." "Do you feel hurt when you see people in pairs?" "Yes," I answered him casually. "Sleep well, see you tomorrow, you should be half dead from exhaustion." I am obedient and will not force him anymore.Zhang Yunxin has no obligation to take care of my emotions, he is not a social worker. Soaked in hot water, my mood stabilized a bit. For this sudden low tide.I was also surprised. After taking a bath, my body was almost exhausted. I lifted the familiar quilt, lay down, and passed out. The next day the phone rang continuously, I opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock, it was 11:40.I thought the electronic clock had stopped, so there was no reason to sleep so hard.But after taking the microphone, Zhang Yunxin's voice came. "Zijun, you slept so hard and frightened people. I thought you couldn't think about it for a while. You committed suicide and worried all night." Good old Zhang Yunxin. "It's not that easy." I said puzzled. "Come out," he said, "I'll wait for you at the workshop." I put on the denim trousers and shirt and went out, only to realize that the famous summer in Hong Kong had already arrived, and the time passed so quickly. After driving for more than half an hour to the suburbs, I listened to the car radio playing decadent music along the way. Isn't the future very good?I said to myself, am I not in good health?Isn't life all without problems? Lao Zhang was waiting for me at the door. There is a faint air conditioner in his house, which refreshes my spirit. He glanced at me, "You have something on your mind, Zijun." "I've always had something on my mind." "No, you have already overcome your previous unhappy marriage, and you can be regarded as an optimist. Come, tell me why you are suddenly worried when you come back from vacation." "Old Zhang," said my bitterness, "I am no longer attractive, no one treats me as a woman, my life is over." Old Zhang was stunned, "Didn't you already accept this fact? Zhang San and Li Si wanted to treat you as a woman, and you still don't want to." I don't ring. Lao Zhang was suddenly enlightened and understood, "Zijun, you have a crush on a certain man, don't you?" "Uh--" "And he didn't say anything, did he?" Lao Zhang said. I will make a default. "Zijun, are you in love again?" He was taken aback. "Nonsense," I protested, "I've never been in love." "What about you and your ex-husband?" "At that time, I was young and very dependent. As long as someone is willing to take care of me, I will marry him. What is love?" Zhang shook his head, "It's not a shame to have loved, why deny it, of course you once loved your ex-husband." I mockingly said, "You know myself better than I do?" "The bystander is clear." I put my head on the table. "Zijun, you are already in your thirties, take a rest and take care of yourself, falling in love is a close call." "I'm not in love." "Long and short sighs, and you still say you're not in love?" I laughed, "Look how happy you are." "Zijun, you are struggling to go ashore now. Be careful in everything. Women usually have one foot in the coffin when they fall in love. It is very dangerous. Be careful that you will fall into the abyss of 18 layers of pain." "I won't. I'm very self-loving and very timid." "Who is that man?" "What man?" "Zijun, with our friendship, you don't play tricks in front of me." "The man? Oh, the man, he, oh he—" "Zijun, you are too funny." "He has only met me three or two times, and we met in Vancouver." "Where are people?" "Hey, stay in Vancouver." "Ah, then you still have a chance, Zijun." He said in a pitiful tone. "At that time, I didn't want Tang Jing to marry either." I smiled knowingly. Zhang said: "Tang Jing? Of course she should get married. She knows how to control the situation, you? What do you know? You don't know how to deal with interpersonal relationships at all, and marriage is the most complicated part of the relationship." "Don't worry." I said wistfully, "I will never have the chance to enter the trial again." "Woman!" Old Zhang shook his head. "Is there any good news?" "Yes, Walter Geer invited us to design a new set of porcelain." "My brain is getting rusty." "Really? Was your brain stainless before?" "Less cold flashes and sarcasm." "Think quickly." "Tell me, what else haven't you done?" "Use your brain, it seems that they only need small, flattering, delicate, and beautiful knickknacks, which are exquisite and beautiful, but they don't need to be too artistic." He paused, "It's best for you to direct." I was angry and funny, "Wait until someone asks for a majestic work, and then you will do it, master, right?" "Who can I buy real works of art from?" He smiled wryly, "Your master has to drink northwest wind." I picked up a piece of mud and kneaded it in my hands. "How is Xiao An?" Lao Zhang asked. "Old Zhang, I'm not bragging. You'll know when you see her that Brooke Shields is at most second." Lao Zhang said with a smile, "The son with dysentery is probably my own good." "Duh!" "Where's the son?" "Go see him tomorrow." "You are not very enthusiastic about this son." Lao Zhang said. "This kid..." Thinking of Ping'er's eternal foolish appearance, he can read novels, nothing more. "I was a little afraid of going to my previous home, and his grandmother was worried that he would go out to see me, so he became more and more estranged." I shaped the mud into a cloud, and made a series of raindrops, painted it with a blue glaze, and sent it to the oven. "What are you doing?" Old Zhang stared blankly. "It rained heavily yesterday," I said, "and I'll make a rain cloud and string it up and wear it as a necklace." "You're rejuvenated." "I'm not yet seventy or eighty years old. I don't know how good it is to wear white clothes and homemade jewelry in summer." I washed my hands. I am ready to leave. "Zijun—" He stopped me. I turn my head. "If you really fancy that kid, write to him." I was startled, very moved by his concern for me, and then sad.After a long time, I said: "Writing letters? I don't understand these things. You can't force everything to be there, or if you don't have it, you let me fight for it? I can't. I just lie down and forget it. I'm lazy." "Incurably fatalistic." I smiled and left. When I got home, a letter from Tang Jing fell out of the mailbox. I am overjoyed. I didn't have time to take it apart in the elevator. She wrote: "My friend Zijun sees it: life after marriage is unbearable. Marriage is like a black meeting. Those who have not joined will never know its horror. Once they join, they dare not tell its horror. Therefore, the inside story will never be revealed." known to outsiders..." I laughed until tears came out. "I heard from my friends that you are doing very well, and I am very relieved. Mo Jiaqian (my husband) said: Beautiful women are never in trouble. It is really good. You are currently an artist with works. Disrespect, disrespect ...." I was ashamed, opened the door and poured a glass of cold beer and sat down to read. "Our first child is due at the end of the year." Wow. I was shocked, women are always women, and even Tang Jing started to join the ranks of production, so I was speechless and had no comments. "Life is nothing but an illusion, but as Lao She's Xiangzi said: Being different doesn't work. I look forward to enjoying the strange sight of my child moving around the room with his fat short legs." I can't help being moved when I think of all the interesting things about Ping'er when he was young. "...In previous quarrels, you often said: You will be punished for the rest of your life without vomiting. I didn't expect it to be a prophecy. We don't know if we will have a chance to meet." I was forced to laugh again, Tang Jing's amazing sense of humor is really like her. "If you have a good partner," the title came, "you might consider remarrying. Don't worry about divorced women. The person who loves you will always love you. Good luck and write when you are free. Attached One frame of a colored photo represents a thousand words. Friends Tang Jing." In the photo, Tang Jing tied her hair in a ponytail and sat cross-legged in their living room.Of course the furnishing of the house was first-class and modern, comfortable and respectable, but life must be dull. However, when I lived in the kaleidoscope for so long and my eyes moved, there was a big change, and I must be very happy to be quiet for a while. Tang Jing is pregnant with a baby! What terrible news. I spend the first half of my life getting married and having children, while Tang Jing spends his time struggling and starting a business, and then switch the other half of his life to suit each other.Hey! It's still easy for women in the past. Sitting in the room with eyes wide open for a lifetime, staring at Pan Begonia and reciting a few poems can live a lifetime. The life of modern women has become long and stinky, and they can't finish their lives. They all become old and immortal. Old ladies in their 40s and 50s still wear low-cut evening dresses with bare breasts and backs, because they are affected by gravity. , the flesh on the cheeks, the flesh on the neck, the flesh on the shoulders, chest, and armpits, none of them stood firm, and they all fell down. Why?Because life is too long and boring, you have to let a woman of forty have some humble, self-deceitful happiness, and someone benevolently and kindly sent her to be a flower. What flower?A plastic flower that has been refined for thousands of years? Like me, I thought to myself: my daughter is as tall as me, yet someone persuades me to marry. If you continue to live like this, you will really become a fairy. This is the burden of medical prosperity.I suddenly laughed out loud. Went to visit Pinger, he was very happy to see me. "Dad is married." He reported to me. "I know." His grandmother said to me: "Don't worry, I told Juansheng that it's not like you can't afford it, so move out and don't bother us." "What is there to worry about?" The old lady was kind, but also suspicious. "Later, Juansheng drove her oil bottle to her ex-husband's house, and now they only live together." lecythus.Where did the name come from? I was terrified, if I remarried, Ping An and his son would become oil bottles? What's wrong with the children, this is really the most inhuman name of the feudal society. "Zijun, you are doing well now, you have a job and you have something to rely on." I am submissive. "Juansheng quarrels with her from time to time." The old lady paused, "I told Juansheng that it deserves it, and it's not the same." I said humorously: "Maybe the subject of the quarrel is different." The old lady stared dumbfounded. After a while she said, "You don't have a date, do you?" I don't know how to answer, this is not a kind of concern, she just has a kind of fear that the former daughter-in-law may remarry. I said, "No." She breathed a sigh of relief. "As for marriage, it doesn't matter if you've been married once. Men are all the same. For the sake of children, it doesn't taste good to marry again." I smiled, the elders of the historian family wanted me to be a widow for the rest of my life, and planned to build a chastity archway for me. I do not speak. "If you don't marry well, it will hurt your children, don't you think so?" the old lady said tentatively. I couldn't help asking: "What if you marry well?" The old lady was taken aback, and laughed a few times, "Zijun, you're already in your forties, and it's no problem that the conditions for choosing a spouse are restricted..." That's right, why don't a man who has the conditions marry a twenty-year-old girl. I smiled and sighed, "Don't worry, I won't hurt my child's reputation." "Zijun, I knew you were a person with clear grievances and grievances." The old lady praised me. I don't feel insulted, maybe I'm used to it, nothing is unbearable. "Then what about the foreigner that I heard from last time is gone?" The old lady finally got to the point. "Who said that?" I really want to know. "Juansheng." I calmly replied: "Nothing. Foreigners, how can it be." "But your sister married a foreigner." The old lady really had the patience to investigate. She is certain that I will not turn my back on me. "Everyone's perception is different." I'm still very gentle. She praised again: "I knew you were different." This old lady really has a way. "Zijun, I won't treat you badly. Even though you have moved out, you are still the mother of my grandson. I still have a few pieces of jewelry on hand. On that day... I will not miss your share." I nodded, is this considered bait?She hoped that I would go to Jun and never find a stepfather for Ping'er.It feels like it doesn't matter if her son marries ten wives, but if a wife has a lover or a husband, it's a shame. The old lady may lose sleep over it. "Is my mother-in-law okay?" she asked me. "My mother?" Long time no see, "It's okay." "She's always worried about you." I want to say: really?I do not know how?Naturally, I didn't say anything, and I didn't complain on this occasion if I was suffering. "She was devastated by it." I pulled away, "Is Ping'er still good? You should be very happy to live with grandma." "This child is so pure," the old lady beamed with joy, "It's getting more and more like Juansheng. How much it hurts him." "Beware of spoiling!" "One day the woman came with Juansheng, and Ping'er wanted to eat ice cream after dinner. The woman said, 'Beware of bad stomach', and Juansheng said, 'It's none of your business.' of." "Perhaps she plans to have a child with Juan," I said with a smile, "You are not just a grandson like Ping'er." "Huh, didn't she give birth to two earlier, and she still gave birth. I'm really interested." "Kids are just as fun." "Really alive?" The old lady's mind became active. I propped my head on my hands, "I don't know, the entertainment page of the newspaper said so, Dr. Shi Juansheng is a big celebrity in the eyes of entertainment journals." "It's not reliable." The old lady actually speculated with me. And I actually chatted with her one after another. It's scary, people have feelings.Anyone who gets along for a long time will have strange emotions, just like me and Mrs. Shi. I looked at my watch, "I'm leaving." Ping'er on the side was burying himself in drawing pictures when he heard that I was leaving.Without raising the corners of his eyebrows, his indifferent expression also resembled Zu Juansheng. "My wife said that I will call you to send her a message when I have time." I was surprised, why is she pretending to be so pitiful in front of people?Over the years, it wasn't me who stepped on her, and it wasn't me who helped her. I asked, "Why didn't she call me?" "She said you have a temper, everyone knows." Instead of being angry, I smiled, "My temper? What kind of temper do I have?" The old lady hesitated and said, "Then I don't know." When I left the historian, I was very puzzled. It didn’t matter who said I demoted me. At the critical point, my biological mother went to complain to irrelevant people. I couldn’t figure it out.I also know that my house is in the fermentation stage, and it is full of mold spots. In order to avoid her snobbish front, I don't see her once every eight hundred years, but I still don't let me go. When I got home, I was very angry and grabbed a novel to read. Tang Jing said to me: "Zijun, Shitouji is quite mature, you can go buy this volume and install Strange Stories from Liaozhai Studio." Seriously, go buy it tomorrow. My current life is not bad, but traditionally speaking, if a woman can’t marry a good husband, she still thinks her life is not bad, then there is something wrong. What qualifications do single women have to talk about being happy?No matter how natural it is, it is nothing more than three hundred taels of silver here. Tradition really hates people. One science fiction novel I read was by good old Wesley. He said he "saw himself." Another side of himself, his negative side.There is only one side that he doesn't even know, like the back of the moon, which will never be known by others, and suddenly exposed, scaring him out of his wits. It's a prelude to a split, two selves, doing completely different things, with absolutely different personalities. Eyes tired, I fell asleep. Under the scorching red sun, I actually had a dream. I dreamed that I walked into a mansion, and heard someone crying in one of the rooms. The voice was so unfamiliar. The room was not locked, and it was concealed. For some reason, I reached out and gently pushed the door open. I saw the people in the room. situation. A woman was squatting alone in a corner, her face was haggard, her face was half covered, and she was crying bitterly. Seeing her face clearly, I was trembling with shock, my blood was coagulated, isn't this myself?Thin and obsolete oval face, big eyes, slightly bald nose, slightly swollen mouth, this is exactly me. Why am I sitting here crying? Haven't I overcome all difficulties? Didn't I stand up again?Stronger and more airy than before? Didn't I just prove that I could survive? But why am I sitting here crying? This kind of cry is heart-rending. It is despair, injury, bleeding, and the cry at the end of life. Is this me? is this the real me I cried too. Because I see myself clearly.I am not healed, I have to live with this wound in this life, I am disappointed, sad, and ashamed, but on weekdays, no matter day or night, I control it very well, making myself believe that everything is over, wiped off, until I saw myself. Like Wesley, I saw myself. The phone rang wildly, waking me up from my dream. When I opened my eyes, I felt covered in sweat, and a novel was pressed against my chest, and I was pressed. I will never dare to read such a trance novel again. I didn't answer the phone, went to the bathroom, sprinkled talcum powder on my neck, and sat on the sofa blankly. The dream is still very clear. Yurong has been haggard for three years, who will discuss the orchestra again. I picked up a fan on the sofa and threw it to the corner.Tuan Fan Tuan Fan, the beauty came to cover her face.Yurong has been haggard for three years, who will discuss the orchestra, string the orchestra, and the spring grass shines on the sun and the road is broken. No matter how humble a woman is, she will always regard herself as a beauty in her heart. The phone rang again. I pick up the microphone. "sister?" "Subgroup!" "What are you doing? Showering? I've called once." "Have a nice honeymoon, both of you," I asked. "It's okay." She said with a smile, "He took good care of me." "congratulations." "Sister, I heard from my mother that you did a great job. Hey, are you shaking again?" "I've never been shivering, I've never been less of a coat." "Sister, you also have a sense of humor now. I made chicken stewed in red wine, can you come up and eat it?" "Chicken stewed in red wine? Can't take it, when did you learn how to cook?" "I've been working in the hotel for so long, so I'll see and see." "Alright, I'll come up after I wash my face." I asked, "Where's my brother-in-law?" "The old man has a meeting after get off work." Ziqun said. "Call him old man?" I said. "What is he if he is not an old man? I am the first to call someone else, but I am ashamed to call him." "Yes, self-deprecating is one of the best ways to protect yourself." She seemed to be taken aback, "Sister, you are getting more and more interesting." "Hey, if you don't experience things, you don't gain wisdom, you don't suffer, and you don't learn to be good." "So sweetie, I'll wait for you." I drove around ten or eight circles before I found Ziqun's new house. One row was the dormitory for senior seniors, and they lived on the twelfth floor. She waited for me at the door and welcomed me in. The house is spacious and clean, more than 2,000 square feet, and the furniture is made of rattan. Foreigners like this oriental atmosphere, but I always think that rattan chairs should be placed on the terrace or by the swimming pool. Ziqun greeted me to sit down. "It would be nice if it was my own house," she said. I said: "There is nothing perfect in the world." She said: "I heard that Juansheng's income is very good now. Customers come like a cloud. After excluding expenses, the net income is one hundred and eighty thousand a month." "That's the tax office's annoyance." "My sister really can afford it and let it go." "I can't pick it up, I can't put it down, okay?" "It's so simple!" Ziqun applauded. "It's fine if you have a place to live," I patrolled the spacious apartment, "you can use it every day, foreigners treat you well, and you don't have to travel around anymore, so you can withdraw from the arena and rest for a while. " Subgroup nodded. I sigh. Ziqun hurried in and out of the kitchen, serving out saffron-scented rice, red-wine chicken, and fresh salad, which the two of us ate. "And you," she asked, "what do you plan to do in the future?" "It will come naturally," I said without thinking, "Go straight ahead and see what you encounter." I said. "We each only live once, and that's not a negative thought, I don't have any plans," I said. Ziqun was silent for a long time, then asked again: "Are you happy?" I solemnly replied: "I am not unhappy." "Sister, you are really reborn. When you were with Juansheng in the past, you didn't even have the skills to talk, and no one could communicate with you." I smiled wryly: "Is it really that bad?" "Yes, it's that bad." We looked at each other and smiled. The foreigners came back early, with pink faces, belly like Santa Claus, and golden furry arms, and it was a pity that the children could commit themselves to marrying. I rolled up my handbag and wanted to go. The foreigner poured out the whiskey and insisted on staying with me for further discussion. I managed to get away with great effort. Ziqun sent me downstairs disappointed. rain again. We said a few more thoughtful words next to the car. "You have always been prejudiced against foreigners." I worry about things, "do foreigners know?" "How did he know? He thought you were shy. He called you 'that beautiful and shy sister'." "That's good." I nodded. Ziqun turned his face away, and suddenly asked quietly: "Sister, you don't think my ending is ideal, do you?" His voice was a bit hollow. I answered cautiously: "Who can live an ideal life? Me? Tang Jing? As long as you are satisfied in your heart, you don't have to compare yourself to other people's standards." She seemed satisfied. I drove the car and left. The saffron rice was stuffed in my stomach and I started having stomach pains. Hey, life riddled with holes.Luckily the kids don't know what's in front of them, otherwise, they'd cry to death A bouquet of cloves was placed at the door of the house, and the card wrote: "You came back and didn't inform me, and you didn't meet me when you came to visit. The infatuated Ke Lin Jones—if you remember who I am." I smile. That's fine, but if Lin Zhongsi can sublimate his possessiveness into a joke, maybe we can become old friends. I'll call right away. He was at home. "what are you doing?" "Missing you while listening to Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 5 in C major." I said, "Any classical music sounds like iron scraping in my ears, I can't stand it." "Cattle." "Why are you looking for this cow? What's your business?" "Where have you been?" "My sister came back from her honeymoon and went to visit her." "The one who married the old Englishman?" "Yeah." I sighed, "It's fine to marry you, but I married an old man, the fat on my belly is like being pregnant in October." Ke Lin sneered, "Marry me? Don't think that I'm a perfect wife, you go and find out, I'm sure Lin Zhongsi will chase after Tang Renmei." "It turns out that you gave me a lot of face." I smiled. "Chinese women are bad too. If I get caught up with someone casually, I won't be able to get away. There are quite a few women who want to become foreign citizens nowadays." "Don't look down on people." I couldn't get angry. "Only get rid of you. Zijun, other Tang women are trying to squeeze in the bedroom door of my apartment by knocking sideways." "You're crazy about chewing maggots." "Zijun, my heart for you will show the sun and the moon." "The sun and the moon are not so free." I pouted. "Am I free? I'm as busy as hell." "Are you busy? But doing some speculation to please public relations and contact advertisements, is it considered busy? Don't people who hang pots to help the world and build high-rise buildings don't need to sleep?" He couldn't hold back, "Come on! Who knows that your ex-husband is a doctor, and you still can't forget it." I couldn't help but think of Zhai Jun. He never said that he was busy.All these little men lamented their lack of skills, always so ironic, the clerk sitting in a corner of the office building always thought he was a pillar of flirting. "—but who builds tall buildings?" Colin Jones was sensitive.