Chapter 2 chapter 2

I thought it was at least a magnificent single-family house, but it was an ordinary apartment building, and even the iron gates were the most common type.Why not a house like Yu's Castle?It is more suitable for the subject of novels. I reached out to ring the bell, and the maid came to open the door for me. After entering the house, I can see a little style. The apartment is connected by at least four buildings, without deliberate decoration. The long windows face the sea, the scenery is pleasant, the place is very spacious, and the semi-new and old furniture is placed casually, just like Dad's house, where the owner's life can be clearly seen in the mess Get used to it, this is a house inhabited by real people, not a movie set.

The maid told me to sit down and handed me tea.The tea is the best Longjing tea, the light green leaves are fragrant and the tea is served in an old Yixing teacup.I am surprised. My father always said that my mother didn't know how to enjoy herself, and she hung all her wealth on her body. It seemed that the young Mrs. Murong really understood the joys of life and showed real skill in the most daily things.Like a "Silver Leopard" bicycle parked on the terrace, I didn't expect that someone would pay more than two thousand dollars to buy a bicycle, and it can't be ostentatious.

My eyes then fell on a few calligraphy and paintings in the living room, I was secretly startled, and immediately fidgeted. The maid said to me: "Madam invites you to the drawing room." I walked into the inner hall with her, the light gradually dimmed, and there was nothing hidden. In the drawing room, there is a harmonium inlaid with pistachios, a Persian carpet, a beige Louis XVII velvet sofa, a small glass tea table, and a crystal saucer filled with blossoming white orchids on the coffee table. The aroma is overwhelming.On the wall hangs a piece of Monnet's "Lotus Pond" alone, and the impressionist colors dissolve in water on the whitewashed wall, I was stunned.

Such "ordinary" pieces of common furniture put together "inadvertently" have such an amazing effect.The interior is large, with a lot of space, generous and pleasant. I sat down against the wall, and was curious about a large blue and white tank outside the small balcony of the prison. I went out to look around, but there were a dozen pairs of goldfish reflected in the lush aquatic plants, and one of them floated up with bubbles. There are acquaintances who come to feed the food. I went back to the corner and sat down. This place is so peaceful, completely isolated from the world, the sounds of the city come from afar, the sound of traffic, road construction, and hawking, but it has nothing to do with the people in this room at all, everything here has come to a standstill.

"It's been a long time." I turned my head and saw Mrs. Murong, and hurriedly got up from the ground. "You go ahead," she said, "it's all right." So I sat down again. "Mr. Qiao, A-Lang wanted to see you, but she felt a little uncomfortable when she first heard the news of her parents' death, so it's the same for me to talk to you." Her conversation was much older than her. "What, if I can help, I'll try." "Thank you for sending A-Lang back. His father offered a reward back then. In order to do my best, I will give you the money now."

She held a yellow paper bag in her hand. I was surprised, "If the paper bag is full of 1,000-yuan bills, it's really a huge sum of money, enough to buy a Rolls-Royce sports car, but I can't accept it, it's too much like a kidnapping ransom." She suddenly smiled. She looks as good when she smiles as when she is not smiling. Her delicate facial features are suddenly out of balance because of her smile, but her eyes are squinted together, in contrast to the coldness I am used to. The man is fascinated. Her hair was still tied back in a bun, and she was wearing a summer cloth cheongsam. She looked icy and sweatless, and she had no jewelry on her body.

After a while she said: "I appreciate you, Mr. Joe, you have a real temperament." "Thank you." "You can accept the money, it's what my husband wants," she said. "But I didn't go around to get A-Lang back." As I was thinking about how many Laga and Hasselblads I could buy, my face turned red. "According to A-Lang's description to you, I can only be more grateful." She said, "I'll deposit it into your account for you." I said coyly, "I don't have a registered permanent residence." She smiled again, with thin lips, and the corners of her mouth showed infinite playfulness.

I finally took the money. I honestly said: "It seems that I have nothing to do, I think I should go." She nodded. I was sent to the door by her, and I said, "You guys know the joys of life very well." "Yes, I admit we live comfortably." She was polite. I said, "My father is also such a person." Of course, everyone's perception of comfort is also different. Some people keep making money and sweat profusely. Others see him as suffering, but he himself is quite satisfied.There are also little housewives, who sweep here and wipe there, have endless fun and don't feel stuffy.

What is the standard of happiness? If you want to get that, that is happiness. Walking into the living room, A-Lang stopped me, "Joe—" When I turned around, she had already redressed, her long hair was trimmed to her shoulders, she was wearing sportswear, she looked very tired, with only a layer of moisturizing oil on her face, her big eyes were still ghostly. I walked forward as if seeing an old friend, "Ah Lang, you don't have to be sad, time never forgives people, you will always go when you are old." A-Lang's eyes glistened with tears, charming and charming, but he didn't speak a word.I can see that she has a lot of guilt and conflicts in her heart.

Mrs. Murong said: "A-Lang believes that her parents' death has a direct relationship with her." "But the past is the past," I said. "The future is what matters." A-Lang sat down haggardly and said nothing. Her young stepmother said softly: "Would you like to go out for a walk with Mr. Joe? I believe he is free, and it is useless to be stuck in the house after waking up." A-Lang still lowered his head. "That's right," I agreed with her, "Go for a walk." A-Lang came downstairs with me, she was very depressed. I scolded her, "The day you ran away from home, you should have known that everything would be different when you returned home. Could it be that they can still eat, drink and have fun as usual after losing their daughter? Now that we have today, why bother?"

She silently endured my reproach. "However, at that time, a cloud of turbidity rushed into my heart, forcing me to run away from home..." "For what?" I asked. She refused to say. I sneered, "For a man, isn't it?" You can guess, she has enough food and clothing, not for feelings, but for what? "Joe, you haven't lost your love, have you?" She was a little annoyed. "No," I laughed, "I haven't been in love yet." "You don't know what it's like. It's a blessing that I didn't die at that time." It's not easy for a gentle person to say such fierce words. "But I won't forgive you even if you die. We have many responsibilities in this world. We don't just live for feelings." She became more lonely, and her head hung lower and lower. "Forget about the past. You don't like to talk about it, and I won't ask about it. What about the future? If you are willing to sit in a luxury house and mourn the autumn, no one can save you." "What can I do?" she asked hesitantly. "I can't go to an office building and get a job as a secretary." I was annoyed and amused, "Why not?" "I can't type shorthand." She said simply. I laughed out loud.Alang's innocence. I went to the bank to deposit the money, and took A-Lang to choose a camera. Because I made a small fortune, I was very high-spirited. I said to A-Lang, "Look at Grace, how capable she is. She runs a magazine of more than 170 pages by herself, manages more than ten staff members, and plans to write a novel. She is so busy every day that she can't breathe. When the magazine went to the printing room, she had a record of three days and three nights without sleep. It was not easy. She participated in this society, so she felt satisfied. What do you have? This is not a question of money. After sitting at home for a long time, I just sit lazy gone." A-Lang scolded me so badly that I temporarily forgot her original pain. "Do you want to find a job? How about I introduce you?" I tested her. "what can I do?" "At least you can be a model, you look so beautiful." "Not so good?" She hesitated. "What's wrong?" I was angry again, "There is no distinction between high and low occupations, it's better than wandering in Tibet." "Why do you keep hurting me?" A-Lang said pitifully. "Why didn't I hurt you? The world has spoiled you." I said, "Do you think what I said is unreasonable? If the patriarch hadn't forced you to marry him as a concubine with a machete, you would still be in Nepal. It's production! It's been five years!" Alang started to cry. I scolded her to tears. I handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. "I'm going home, I don't want to see you again," she whimpered. "Crying baby." I mumbled, "Cry out and be more open." She lay down on the tea seat in the coffee shop and cried for a long time. I ordered a guava ice cream for her. She wiped her face and ate it all. "Come out tomorrow to see Grace and see what kind of work she can introduce you to pass the time—preferably one that doesn't require you to use your brains, eh?" I patted her on the head, "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, I'm upstairs I'll pick you up." I walked her home, to the door, and watched her go in. When I saw Grace at night, she was furious, blaming me for not keeping my word, and swept all the papers on the desk to the floor. She has never lost such a big temper, her almond eyes are wide open, her lips are flattened, and her whole face is crooked, because of such a trivial matter!The potential of a woman cannot be ignored, and I panicked. I screamed: "What did I do wrong? As long as you want, she can become the basic model of "Slender" magazine. Didn't I ask her out tomorrow afternoon for you?" She yelled: "That's because you received money from the Murong family and had to do something for her. You only know how to use the people around you from the beginning to the end, you despicable villain." I resentfully said, "Okay, I'm a villain, but who have I harmed?" "You shouldn't be taking money from people." She pointed at me. "It's my personal thing, I'm tired of using Japanese cameras, I can't stand it This temptation. " "Why don't you sell yourself for a set of Hasselblad lenses?" Graceful said more and more ugly. "You hot woman, I tell you, it's because no one wants my body." She got angry and fell into a chair. I immediately covered my mouth with my hand, "How could I say such a thing? Grace, I'm just like you, it's terrible." "Qiao Mu, you are going to fall into hell with your tongue pulled out." "My God," I said at once, "before you or after you?" "Don't be mad at me." Graceful's eyes were red. "Graceful, maybe I don't understand women. If you are a man, you will be satisfied with my arrangement. I really don't understand where I am wrong." "Because I'm not a man." She pounded on the desk. "Aren't you a man?" I looked surprised, "Hey, I didn't notice, sorry, sorry." She heaved a long sigh. I spread my hands, "I am your life-and-death friend, Graceful, you can't call me a mean person." "I misunderstood you," she said. "Sorry." I said. "It's no use," she said, "how many tears were hidden behind the sorry." "Okay, then after I send Murong Lang to your office tomorrow, I will disappear in your world, okay?" "You think your disappearance will do me good?" she asked me. "Hey, what do you want me to do?" I was annoyed. "Alright, you're missing, I don't want to see you." "Then go pick up Murong Lang by yourself tomorrow." I turned my head and left. Only then did I praise her for how capable she was, but she was generally unreasonable. I drove home angrily and threw myself on the bed vigorously. I haven't had a good rest since I came back from Nepal, and these women have made me dizzy. Women, you don't treat them as men, they say you discriminate, but when you treat them as men, they are sad to death.I don't know what they want?I give up. Maybe I should go on vacation, Brazil should have a nice view, or go further afield and go to Iceland to photograph the aurora. I got up quickly and called the airline to book a ticket. It didn't go very well because my purse was dry and the ticket was getting more expensive every day. If I didn't want to use other people's gifts, I could only go to Singapore. Singapore for Singapore, I decided to leave tonight. As long as you leave this place, leave the nagging grace, you can rest anywhere.Out of anger, I didn't tell anyone that I was going to Singapore, but I took a light bag and left. I walked with the tour group and took photos along the way. Most of the tour group members are middle-aged women and teachers. They love the lively general public. I started to take pictures of the sentient beings in the tour group, and I gained a lot. Because I like to walk, so I am not lonely.The wives didn't like me at first, but when they heard my father's name, they rushed to be a matchmaker for me. I patiently copied down their phone numbers and addresses. A week passed quickly, beyond my own expectations, I did not miss Grace.Sitting on the street in the tropics and eating big pai pai, I don’t know how much it feels like. I like a kind of food called oyster roast, and I can’t wait to swallow the plate together. This is my happiest trip, because I don't have to do anything, freedom is the most precious, and it's worth doing nothing. On the day of the return trip, I finally called Grace. As soon as I opened my mouth, I said, "Why, are you worried? Do you miss me?" He was startled at first, probably a little surprised, and then said coldly, "Who are you?" I said, "Stop pretending, still angry? I'm coming back tomorrow." Graceful said: "Crazy!" and hung up the phone. "Hey, hello." It's over. I was listless, and it seemed that I had no hope of resuming diplomatic relations with her in the short term. My problem was not resolved. I returned to Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport lonely. In the past, Grace would pick me up in a small car. This time I just waited for a taxi for 40 minutes. Just as I was about to get into the taxi, I heard the number behind me. I turned my head, and a girl with long curly hair waved to me in the car. I hesitated for a moment, and the taxi driver had already yelled at me. I had no choice but to carry two bags of luggage and walked towards the girl. "Get in the car," she said. I put the drive in the back seat of the car. She asked, "What stinks so much?" "Durable chain." I asked back, "Who are you?" "You're confused, I'm A-Lang," she laughed. "You are Ah Lang? What's wrong with your hair?" I saw endless waves, "And your face, why is it so heavily made up?" She blinks. "My God, you look like a girl from Yokohama." I exclaimed. "Graceful has transformed me. A fashion model needs to have a fashionable style." My heart ached, "Graceful and violent, your skin used to be as white as goat's milk, why did it turn into chocolate now?" "It was dried, and it was supplemented with a purple light." "sky!" "Graceful said that she is in love with you." A-Lang said, "So I don't blame you for everything against her." "It's inexplicable." "Are you lovers?" A-Lang asked. "Murong Lang, you already asked this question when you were in Nepal, and I don't want to answer it again." "You look like a couple." "no." "Why not?" "A-Lang, how should I answer this?" I was convinced. She also laughs. "Hey, it looks like you're in a much better mood," I asked, "Thinking about it?" A-Lang glanced at me, "It's true that Grace said you are frivolous, and all the big things become foolish once you say them." Her cheeks were plump and angry. I stared at her, but I still didn't think she was Murong Lang, she was too graceful to spoil her natural beauty, she decided to turn all the beauties under her into vulgar fans, probably out of jealousy. I said, "Thank you for coming to pick me up." A-Lang said: "For you, Joe, I should always do my best." I sighed, "It's terrible, it's terrible, the style of speaking has begun to look graceful." "Graceful has already offered me a job," she reported. "Are you going to walk the overpass so soon?" "No, I don't do flyovers, I just do photography." She said, "Aura said, I want you to take a series of photos for me and print them into my personal brochure." I said, "Since she and I are no longer at odds, why bother asking me to take pictures? Hong Kong will take a camera, and I'm not the only one." "She said Hong Kong will shoot women, only you." I was stunned, "What about Yang Fan, he was the first to refuse." A-Lang smiled, "Forget it, you have no reason to haggle over every detail with Grace." "Because she's a woman, isn't she?" I wondered. "It's too much for a woman to have all the privileges in the world." A-Lang smiled, "Then you agreed?" "What can I do? What haven't I done for a living?" "I heard that your father is very rich." She drove the car wildly. I smiled wryly, "He has money, what does it matter to me?" "Father's wealth is more or less related to his son. My father was the most generous to us during his lifetime." Speaking of her father, Murong Lang's face was covered with gray, and the wavy hair seemed to be less lively. "My father thinks differently. He's still young, only in his fifties, so he won't let me go easily." I shook my head to make her happy, "I'm destined to die, and I won't enjoy his shadow." A-Lang didn't make a sound, I tugged at her guest post, "Tell me about your work." "It's very hard. I thought it would be the easiest thing to pretend to wear beautiful clothes and take pictures, but now I know it's not the case." I said, "Work is hard work, you just didn't understand it before." She pulled into my street. "Here we go," she said. "Aren't you going to sit down?" I asked. "You need to rest." A-Lang said. "This tone is exactly the same as graceful." I carried my luggage and entered the room, and Graceful's phone call followed. I was overjoyed and didn't dare to neglect, "Graceful, is that you? I thought you would ignore me for the rest of your life, scaring me to death." "Are you home?" she said flatly. "Ena, forget it, think about it, if you didn't care about me, you wouldn't make this call either." "I'm here to make an appointment with you. It's purely business. Tomorrow morning, I will take a series of styling photos for Murong Lang." "It's that simple?" "Jomu, stop being so pretty." I refused to accept it, "You are not hanging on me, why didn't you find Johnny Cusin? Why didn't you find Liang Jiatai? Scary, you can even find Shi Jiafu Road!" She was annoyed, "I am not owed any money. You have been paying the salary of "Graceful" magazine until 1983." I immediately fell silent like a deflated balloon. "Brother Mu, how sooner or later will you change your temper?" She sneered, "You think you are Jia Erer Jia Erye?" The phone dropped with a "bang". I frowned, okay, I told myself secretly, chase a few outstanding girls to vent my anger. I was very lonely that night. I sat in front of the TV with a beer and turned on the screen. I didn't expect it to be a lively program?Miss Xiangjiang election. I watched the girls dolled up and down the stage, absent-mindedly, and when the camera fell on the judging table, I froze, and I even stood up with my mouth wide open. Mrs. Murong!She is part of the judgment. Wow, I sat down again, what a beautiful woman, with heavy makeup, hair still combed back, black georgette cheongsam, and brilliant hundreds of carats of diamonds on her earlobes and neck. The corners of her mouth drooped slightly, which was regarded as a smile, and she still had a cold expression, but there was a trace of joy in my heart: ah, after all, I am a mortal, and I even went to this kind of occasion. I stared at the screen intently, really fascinated by her appearance. After the show was over, I found Grace. She was still acting petty, "Why are you looking for me?" "I know you are very busy, let's not talk about it, have you watched Miss Xiangjiang's election?" "Have." "The Mrs. Murong in the jury is Ah Lang's stepmother." "Her?" Grace lost her voice, "Why didn't I think of that? Murong Ning Xin'er, of course it's her, how many other people have the surname Murong?" "What's her name, what do you say her name is?" "Her name is Ning." "It's Xin'er?" I almost cheered. "Exactly." Grace seemed to have forgotten to fight against me, "It's her, I understand." "What do you understand?" I asked her. "Actually, I understand everything," Graceful said, "but she is the only one who is worthy of being Ah Lang's stepmother. If Guo Guo is a little less beautiful, the whole thing is not the same at all." I said, "So that's where the rarity lies." "No wonder you are amazed, old Qiao, there are not many women who can make you stare blankly and never forget." I asked, "How did she marry an old man?" Graceful said, "It's not right for you to say that, you can't deny the existence value of a man who is fifty years old by calling him an old man. Murong Lang's father is a man with talent and courage, and his advantages are endless. It's as simple as having money." "I believe so." "He can't throw away all his money to marry Ning Xin'er. It's not his fault that he is rich. When most people hear who is rich, it's as if they committed a heinous crime." "Thank you for the lesson, thank you for your advice." I smiled. "Hey, why did I chat with you again?" She was taken aback, feeling very sorry for herself. "Graceful, where else do you go to find such an old friend?" she sighed. "I finished taking pictures for Murong Lang, do you want me to take another series for Mrs. Murong?" "You're dreaming," she sneered. "People never give interviews, including the New York Times." "I've got the hang of it now." I'm sure. "Nonsense." "She even serves as the judge of Miss Xiangjiang, why doesn't she let me take pictures?" "You didn't go to investigate and investigate, but you blatantly said that Murong is one of the shareholders of Xiangjiang TV Station, and it is their profitable business. How can she not take care of this relationship?" "But she's very sweet," I said eagerly. "It's not a critical moment, why does she want to offend you? You are a person who has seen the world, who chatters like an angry child all day long?" I disagreed: "You seem like her spokesperson." "Honestly, Jomu, I've had my eye on this lady for some time, and she's one of the most mysterious women in town." I still felt that Mrs. Murong was very polite, and I sighed secretly, maybe I was wrong. I said, "I made Irish coffee, would you like to come over and drink it? Or I'll pick you up." "No, see you tomorrow." She hung up the phone. So far we have rebuilt the old one. I have to be pretty. After leaving the family, she is the best for me. Of course, I have other friends, such as Professor Liang and his wife. If I really need to discuss important matters, I will turn to them. I stretched myself, I haven't seen them for a long time, I might as well go to visit them in the middle of the mountain tomorrow afternoon. Who is not afraid of loneliness? I can't bear to stay at home alone. After a weekend, when I think about birth, old age, sickness and death, all thoughts are immediately lost, and I can't find the energy to be a human being anymore. So run outside. The next day, A-Lang came to report early in the morning. I spray her hair wet. She complained, "They all like the soaked chicken." I said, "This is the biggest invention after the fan." Her card award: "Who invented the method of using a fan to blow the model's head off?" I shrugged, "Who knew, before this was a vase of flowers, a china cat, fingers on cheeks." "Now I'm not even allowed to laugh." "You have a pretty smile," I said, "you might as well smile." But her stepmother didn't have a pretty smile. I set up the lighting, set up, and took pictures of her. As a photography model, Ah Lang's face is big and sweet, lacks expression and sex appeal, in other words, she has no soul.It's so strange that this girl has traveled all over the world and has such a strange experience, but she still looks like a blank sheet of paper.I was a little annoyed, it was so hard to shoot, I shouted: "Stare your eyes, can't you blink? You are so stupid. Make a sexy gesture with your mouth, come on, seduce me-hey, cheer up." She was so drunk by me that she became listless. I hurriedly captured this rare expression and pressed the shutter. I said: "Pretty girls will never worry about being lonely, and they will always have their own ministers in Tibet and Xinjiang." "Stop mentioning it." "What's the chief's name?" I asked. "Minminzhetel, his English name is Yafangsu." I took a deep breath: "I can't believe my ears, why do headhunters have English names?" "Everyone has an English name now." "Does your stepmother have one?" I moved the lights. "No." "Tell me about your stepmother." "I'm tired." "Then rest for a while." I sat down next to her, "If Alfonso Mincieter came to Hong Kong, would you be afraid?" "What are you afraid of? As long as I don't love him, I don't need to be afraid of him." A-Lang said calmly. Words of wisdom. "Does your stepmother know about you?" "She is a smart woman," A-Lang said, "I tried to fight her before, but it was impossible, and now I have given up." "Is she too strong?" I asked tentatively. "No, she doesn't fight back at all, and she doesn't dodge—maybe you're right, she's too strong, brave and timid, and wise as foolish." I squinted my eyes and looked at the camera, "You ran away from home, not because of her." A-Lang didn't answer. I was afraid that she might suspect that I was interrogating her, so I changed the subject slightly: "If I ask her to take a picture, do you think she will agree?" A-Lang answered simply, "You can ask her." This kid is not easy to mess with, she has always had a grudge with her stepmother. "What do you call her?" "Axin." I stood up, "Okay, now let me see where the most distinctive parts of your body are." A-Lang mockingly said, "My father's reputation." "Don't say that, the teeth...the teeth are beautiful, what kind of toothpaste do you use in Nepal? It's a miracle to maintain such good tooth quality, and the hair is not bad...Lang, your biggest loss is the flawless beauty, what did you do, even No freckles either." "Can I go?" she was discouraged. "I will notify Grace after the photo is released." "You're too sloppy in taking pictures." I threatened her: "Be careful that I throw you from the twelfth floor, how dare you say such a thing." She dries her hair with a towel. I put away the camera. "Take me to swim in the afternoon?" She asked tentatively. "Impossible." I said, "I don't have time this afternoon. I'm going to the professor's house." "Are you still studying?" She was surprised. "Graduated early," I said, "he's a good friend of mine." "Can you take me there?" she asked. "You are a stranger, it's so annoying that people want to greet you specially." "Take me," she begged. "We're just listening to music, please don't bother me, okay?" I yelled strangely, "Run to the street and whistle, and make sure men come up to me in baskets and baskets, why are you pestering me?" She stared at me dumbfounded, like she wanted to cry. It's terrible. I said bitterly: "Women are all gangrene." Had to take her to the professor's house. The professor was waiting for me at home, opened the door, and stretched out his hands, "My gifted student, what brings you here today?" "Where's the wife? Where's the kid?" I asked. "Where's the good food?" He saw A-Lang behind me, "Hey, who is this young lady?" I just had to introduce them.With Murong Lang's heavy make-up and fancy clothes, it's hard to guarantee that the professor won't misunderstand. I added: "We are ordinary friends." There is no silver three hundred taels here. The professor's three children ran out and hung them on my neck and shoulders. I was a tree and they were a hozen.Professor Liang married late, fifty years old, and the children are only ten and eight years old. They are cute elves, not at all dull like the professor. Seeing them, A-Lang was overjoyed, screamed, and told the children to come to her side, immediately playing together, I gave her an annoyed look. Teacher's wife quietly asked me: "Your girlfriend?" "I don't have a girlfriend like that." "When will you settle down?" "I didn't meet a good girl." "You're too picky." "Really, no encounter." "Far in the sky, close in sight." "Her?" I pointed at A-Lang and asked. "No, it's not her." The teacher smiled slightly. I was baffled, "But I don't know other women anymore." "Graceful." "Graceful!" I said, "She's not a woman." "What? Grace is not a woman?" The teacher's wife was angry and funny. I said, "Graceful has never given me the feeling of a woman." "Graceful is a woman among women," said the teacher very seriously, "with masculinity, but in terms of appearance alone, she is already superior, with strong work ability and independent spirit, which is just right for you. Qiao Mu, such a talent, you What can you ask for?" I pondered for a long time, "But, Grace never gave me that feeling." "How does it feel? The earth shakes, and the fairies scatter flowers?" Teacher's wife asked with a smile. I said: "There will always be some wise men who spoil the scenery to remind us that there is no such thing as love in the world, what is the need to understand and considerate each other, and feelings can be cultivated, etc. I don't want to listen to it." "You boy!" said the teacher's wife. "Look, embarrassment turned into anger." "Then what about Miss Murong?" "She needs too much pampering—hey, what's the matter? I don't want to get married." I said, "It's too early, I'm happy with myself." My wife said, "But everyone knows how lonely you are." Ah Lang walked over with the youngest child of the Liang family in his arms and said, "Qiao Mu is not lonely, he is surrounded by beauties all year round." "No wonder you don't study literature and photography." The professor looked at me and smiled. A-Lang looked at me and said, "You study literature?" "Don't worry about it, kids are so funny, make fun of them." The professor said: "No, he studied scientific management. When he came back, he begged me to accept him to study literature. Later, he fell in love with a camera. He is a very caring guy. He is too inattentive." He winked at A-Lang, "You Be careful." "Miss Murong, don't be careful." I said. Teacher's wife brings out snacks, and we will get up after eating. A-Lang envied, "I'm so happy, I just hope to have such a family." The teacher's wife smiled and said, "It's not easy, there is only enough food and clothing, and a lot of children, the most primitive home." Lang does not ring. Lang must have thought of her own family, and the affairs of Murong's family must be extremely complicated. I said to the professor: "Originally I have something to say, but now," I glanced at Lang, "it's not convenient, next time." "Anytime," said the professor. Lang said: "Qiao Mu has always disrespected women." His cheeks puffed up. Everyone laughed. Not long after I left with Lang, the children of the Liang family waved their fat little arms to see us off. A-Lang said, "My family will be so happy in the future." "It's not easy. Things between men and women in modern times are very complicated. A friend of mine remarried, and his ex-wife brought the current husband and the son born to this person's ex-wife to congratulate him, and the son born to his ex-wife was the son of his ex-wife. The lady's flower girl." Lang groaned, "I don't understand." "It's really hard to understand, hard to describe." "It's always the children who suffer," Lang said. "The children see it very openly, but in the future everyone may have relatives who are ambiguous. Don't fall in love indiscriminately to avoid incest." Murong Lang said: "I have three mothers. I don't know if there are half-brothers or half-brothers and sisters living outside." I thought it was funny and wanted to open my mouth to laugh, but then sadness hit my heart again, poor A-Lang. I asked, "Which mother are you born to?" "My biological mother came second. My mother never told us whether she filled the house. My father's first wife disappeared for no reason, as if she never existed." "She has no children?" "Yes, the eldest sister was born by her, but the eldest sister never mentioned it. I found that no one in our family complained, no one explained, and we haven't talked to each other for decades. We just talk about the weather today hahaha." "It's still too late for you to ask Eldest Sister." "No, it's too late, the eldest sister has passed away." She was sad. what. "You can ask Ah Xin." I said again. "Her? She knows even less. She has an art of indifference, which no one can match." A-Lang said, "Just this time, even though I disappeared for five years, she didn't mention it. Where she has been and what she has done in the past five years, she acts as if nothing had happened." That's very clever, I nodded.Living in a big family is so necessary, it's hard for her to understand this truth at such a young age. "Yes, we're family," she said wryly, "but strangers than strangers." Compared with her, I am a little happier.But how long has it been since I saw my brothers, and how long has it been since I sat down with my parents and talked about what is in my heart?When were these thick invisible walls built? Lang said: "The room is full of people. Brothers and sisters grew up together, but they are infinitely lonely. The most enthusiastic people I have met in my life, apart from Min Minzhetel, is Grace." I asked, "What about me? How can this be reasonable? I don't even have a share?" "And you, of course, Jomo, I just love you." She tossed her curls. "That's not necessary, although the Murong family has paid me, but I really have nothing to say to you." I sent A-Lang home, but actually I wanted to meet Ning Xiner——ah, such a name deserves such a woman.