Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Lang still lives at home, and her room is in such a mess that I can't find a tidy corner to sit down. Lang was very apologetic, and kept explaining that she was not like this before, since... I was lying on a soft sofa, and the clothes she wore had a scent, and I got so familiar with Lang, ah, another graceful girl, I have the ability to turn all the girls into brothers so-so. Where is Ning Xiner, where is she?Why don't you come and see us?Is she a noblewoman-a gold digger-a Murong loyalist-a bitter widow, or has she played all the roles?What is her real face like? I asked loudly, "What kind of person is Ah Xin?"

"I'm an ordinary woman." Someone answered me. I jumped up and she was standing beside me. Cao Cao has arrived. Lang said: "He is most interested in you." His eyes looked at Ah Xin. Ning Xiner wore a white shirt, a pair of old coarse trousers, and soft-soled ballet shoes. Such ordinary clothes, on her body, became incomparably ironed, generous and noble, not mediocre at all. The way she looks now is the same as yesterday Seeing her on TV was completely different. She pushed Lang's messy clothes aside and sat down, and asked Lang, "How is your work? Are you happy?"

"Very hard, very happy, being scolded bloody by the photographer, but I think everything is worth it, I have a little goal in life now." Her stepmother said casually, "Have you been wandering for five years and haven't found your target?" Lang does not ring. Ning Xiner sighed, "You can do whatever you like." Lang smiled apologetically, "You sound more and more like a mother." I was amazed and amused by the peculiarity of the relationship between these two young women. Ning then said, "If you like working, you might as well find a position in your own company. No matter how the Murong family goes down, it's better than those nouveau riche."

Lang said, "Why don't you remarry and just sit at Murong's house and talk." "I remarry? Don't think about it in this lifetime, but you are a big rock in my heart. It would be great if I could marry you." "What am I hindering you? I wasn't born by you." "For your own good." "I'm here for you too." I thought the dialogue was simply brilliant. Finally Ning Xiner said: "Okay, as long as you are happy." "What about you?" Lang asked. "Me what?" "Are you happy?" Lang added.

"Me?" Ning Xiner raised her head. "You are exhausted for the Murong family, and you should think about how you will live in the future." Ning forced a smile, "You fool, you've taught me how to live." She turned her head and walked away. "Where are you going?" "I have something to discuss with the people in the Art Hall." "What are you talking about?" "The bottles and jars that your father kept are more than 1,200 pieces in total. I really can't stand it, so I simply donate them in his name. Everyone can appreciate it, and it's also a good policy." Ning Xiner said, " If you don't agree, it's up to you to accept."

Lang stuck out his tongue: "I don't want it, do you want the second brother?" Ning Xiner sighed, "He doesn't want it either." She went out. I was so amazed that I asked Lang, "What kind of jar?" Lang shrugged, "I don't know either, maybe it's an antique, and no one will inherit my father's success, so it's better to let the public appreciate it." She really didn't care if she didn't care. I groaned strangely, and said that my father was rich enough, so it seemed that he was not worth a corner. "Do you want me to take you?" I asked.

Ning Xiner's face suddenly turned cold again. "She has a driver." Lang teased me. I stopped ringing, still burying myself in the sofa. Lang asked, "Do you like her?" "I'm attracted to her." "There are very few men who are not attracted to her." Lang sighed, as if expressing his feelings. "A lot of people pursue her?" I asked. "You really want to know?" Lang's big eyes flickered. I'm sorry. "You think she is beautiful?" Lang asked me. "I have seen a lot of beautiful women," I said, "her facial features are not necessarily perfect. When it comes to beauty, you are prettier than her. I am attracted by the story behind her face."

"A normal man is attracted to her wealth," Lang said. "She's worth a lot." "Your wealth is not simple." I teased her. "No one has ever pursued me." Lang said dejectedly. "Where's Minminjetel? That chief with a university degree, he can take a picture, I heard that the old statues in Nepal used longan-sized diamonds as eyes," I described exaggeratedly, "and the whole roof is made of gold. Paved." Lang asked me, "However, what happiness can there be in living in that kind of place? Just ask Ah Xin to see if she is happy?"

"That's not the way to say it." I thought regretfully: they are the kind of people who catch deer and don't know how to shed their horns.Graceful and I are ready for everything, we only owe Dongfeng, but Dongfeng is not convenient with Zhou Lang. If we had money, we could collaborate on the most beautiful photobook in the world. Just those 1,200 bottles!The pattern of rice on a bowl can be photographed exquisitely and wonderfully..., alas.A-Lang would not understand that all art needs the support of the most mature economic situation, and the common problem of artists is poverty.

If I had money, I would still shoot women with curly hair, and I would take a long breath. "What do you feel again?" Lang rolled his eyes at me, "You are the most free and easy person in the world, Qiao Mu." "Me?" I pointed to my nose, the boss was unconvinced, "Me?" My ideal life is not at all such a sloppy life, just working for a women's magazine and saving a little money to travel to Singapore or something. Ideals are important.I don't expect to be an emperor. My ideal deserves respect and sympathy, but my father refuses to support my ideal. I have no choice but to persecute myself day after day.

Of course, to be honest, I shouldn’t complain. Compared with the masons sweating on the site, the residents in the resettlement area, if I complain, it’s simply heaven and earth. But sometimes even if there is no shortage of money and reputation, life is very empty Well, Ah Lang ran away from home back then, mostly for this reason, I don't want to explain this issue. I told Lang, "I'm going home to take pictures." "I'll come and see at night." Lang said enthusiastically. I originally wanted to push her, but then I thought about it, it's rare for her to find a sustenance, so I nodded. Not boasting, all the women under my Qiao Mu camera are beautiful as flowers, but flowers are just flowers. I invited Grace to look at the photos. Grace thought that these photos should be sent to New York, "It's a pity to make her famous, but it's a pity to be forced to live in Hong Kong." She added, "The most beautiful woman except Brooke Shields." I am lazily not optimistic: "Don't forget she is twenty-six years old." "A woman's age is always the most mysterious, and it's not uncommon for her to be ten years old." I asked, "Have you ever wondered how she got from Tibet to Nepal?" Graceful said, "Qiao Mu, you have to ask about everything. Find out the truth. The batch of photos in Nepal has been printed. Do you want to see the color separation sample?" When the doorbell rang, it was A-Lang. When Ah Lang saw his photo, he cheered and brought a piece of good news.I haven't heard such good news in twenty years, it almost makes my brain congest. She said: "Xin said, please take a picture of that group of porcelain, and she will publish a booklet as a souvenir." At the beginning, I thought it was a joy to meet her, but after seeing Mr. Murong's porcelain, I was dizzy. The work was carried out at Murong's house. With the help of the assistants in the art hall, she opened the wooden boxes one by one. She also asked me to be very careful, and took out pieces of art for me to take pictures. The staff in the art hall and I were amazed, but she looked as usual, as if she was moving a household dish. I have the same hobby as Xin, and I especially like Song celadon, Shiqing or gray celadon glaze is good, followed by Longquan celadon's lustrous and soft green or olive green, egg white, egg green, light green, bean green, shrimp green They are all beautiful. Xin pointed to a Ru kiln powder and green round washer and said: "This one is nothing. At present, there are only about sixty-one Ru kiln wares in the world. This is one of them. Qianlong said that the morning star is really precious. It is Point to this." The senior cadres in the art hall were drooling. They asked me: "Mr. Qiao, how long do you think this photoshoot will take?" "Two months." I replied. They also carefully brought out a bluish-white glazed vase with a patterned flap and a brown-spotted vase with the same glaze color. I said, "I'll shoot the octagonal dragon pattern first, it has no reflections and is easy to make." Xin sat on the side, watching silently, without comment. Her expression returned to a long, long time ago, an untestable time.Sitting in front of these priceless antiques, she looks like a fox who has grown up for three thousand years. These lotus six-petal bowls, chrysanthemum-pattern military pots, water mo-pattern jade pots and spring vases, twig-twig pattern cup holders, grape-twig flower pots... ...all collected by her herself... But the fact is not the case, these are left to her by her ex-husband, where they come and where they go is not under her control, but she is in control of everything, otherwise these things would not fall into her hands hands. She hired one of the most sophisticated local publishing companies to plan the layout for her, and it was easy to do things with money. She is the kind of woman who is so rich that she can no longer be seen as rich. She never deliberately dresses up, is fashionable but not exaggerated, and always wears plain clothes. Lang said: "After Dad passed away, she refused to wear anything other than black, white and gray." Color." It has been several years since her husband died, she is calm and stubborn, and she can see that she has calmed down a lot recently, but her eyes are still aggressive. Because the work is carried out at Murong's house, I have more opportunities to talk to her than before. She also occasionally corrected the angle of my photo. She has a good brain and is an educated person. The depth of her city forms a wonderful contrast with A-Lang's simplicity. While working, Grace satirized me: ——"Finally shaking... Such a good opportunity." ——"I'm so happy that I don't want to leave. From then on, it's not uncommon for "Graceful" magazine to make him a carpet." But I laughed it off. Graceful mouth, she just likes to take advantage of this moment. I've never seen so much art, it makes me blush. Even the calligraphy and paintings hanging randomly in the living room, after a little research, I found that one is Ni Zan's painting of Rong Xizhai, and the other is Yun Shouping's painting of ancient trees and bamboos imitating Ni Zan. Just hang it casually, wind and rain. "Nowadays everyone only knows about Tang Yin, but it's because of Qiu Xiang." Grace said with a smile, "I found that the highest state of using money is not to use money to create excellence, but to use money to make it ordinary and return to basics." Ning Xin'er and I are also gradually getting acquainted, she doesn't talk much, and with my own observation ability, I don't understand much. One afternoon, when I was busy taking out the camera, she called me, "Mr. Qiao, please come here." There was a strange sound in her voice. "What's the matter?" I immediately followed her out of the living room. "What is this?" She pointed to two potted flowers in the corner. "Huh." I wondered. The two potted flowers are about three meters high, the leaves are as smooth as velvet, the flowers are large and white, like a funnel, and the petals unfold like a beautiful petticoat. Ning was rarely surprised by anything, but this time he made a big splash. "Who sent this? I've never seen such a flower," she said. I said, "I have seen it, and I know what it is." "What is it?" She sat down slowly. . The flowers are fragrant and sweet, and I can't go wrong. I replied, "I have seen this flower in India. It is a mandala." Her face changed, and she put her hands on her neck, "This flower is very poisonous." "That's right." I said, "If you sniff the leaves deeply, you will have hallucinations." I couldn't help but ask, "Who sent this flower? There are no Datura here." She smiled palely: "This is my birthday present, and I don't know who sent these flowers all the way." I feel thrilled, "What does this mean? Mandala for birthday?" Ning has returned to normal, she smiled lightly, "Maybe I'm like a mandala." Immediately I was shocked, "Are you poisonous?" She said slowly: "What a beautiful flower, it's a pleasure to look at from a distance." I said: "Insects will fall down when they climb up, and they will die immediately. I have seen it." She turned her head and ordered the servant to carry it out of the balcony.Water on time every day. She said, "I'm afraid the climate is not suitable, and the seeds will not survive." "These flowers are not coddled. They are found all over the mountains in India, and they are brightly colored." I said. At this moment, Lang bumped into him and asked, "Have the flowers arrived yet?" I wondered, "How do you know when someone sends flowers?" Lang said, "I talked to my second brother on the phone, and he said he sent flowers." Ning immediately said: "It turned out to be him. I should have expected that he hated me." She pulled the corner of her mouth and sneered, but she didn't laugh, and went back to the study. Lang leaned out of the terrace, "Are these two potted flowers? They are so beautiful. Hey, this is a mandala. Where did A Jue get these flowers?" "A Jue is your second brother?" I asked, "The brother who refused to come back from a foreign country?" I asked, "Why does he hate your stepmother?" Lang does not ring. The big white flowers were translucently reflected behind her. I thought this scene was too beautiful, so I said mockingly: "The mandala is also called the angel's horn." No one answered me. I had no choice but to point my camera at a Long Shui Cheng, a cowpea red dark flower group. I'm a little angry, no one treats me as a friend, they live in a glass house, I can't break through, it's my fault, why insist on knowing the privacy of Murong's family?Thinking of this, I feel relieved. Nothing should be forced.I worked until 4:30 in the afternoon, said goodbye and went home.I had to rein in myself, and I was behaving more and more like a secret reporter for Grace Magazine. Go home to rest and listen to Xi Feizi's violin with earphones. At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang. Who is it again.Just when I was a little bit enlightened and my mind was more peaceful, they came to harass me like this. I am lazy except for Ear Jane. Graceful for sure, I thought, who else but her. I walked slowly to open the door, only opened a crack, and was kicked away vigorously from the outside. I was taken aback and called out strangely: "Who?" I saw a young man with thick eyebrows pull out a machete from his waist and put it on my neck. His big and powerful arms grabbed my two hands. It's not that I couldn't move, but I didn't dare to move. that knife!The blue blade was half a foot away from my eyes, and I simply didn't know what happened. Robbery, this is robbery, terrible, even poor people like me will not be spared. He kicked the door shut and yelled, "Go and sit down." I sat down at my own home, following orders from a stranger. His knife was still on my neck, and he didn't let go. The weapon held by this lone thief is so special. I can't believe that in the 20th century, people still use this kind of scimitar that only appeared in martial arts novels. The handle of the knife is made of silver, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and the design is exquisite and beautiful. I asked: "What do you want?" I was sweating all over my body. The thief suddenly spoke in English: "Speak! Where is Murong Lang?" Like a nightmare, I woke up suddenly, "You," I pointed at the big man, "you are—" "I am Min Minjetel." His eyes were like copper bells, "Where did you take Murong Lang?" His knife did not let up at all. It was incredible that he chased him down. Not only did he chase him all the way to a certain house in a certain street in Hong Kong, he also brought a weapon. "Say it!" He pressed the pressure back hard, but I felt a cold and pain in my neck, and a few drops of bright red blood were stained on the white shirt. I screamed like a pig, "You killed me," I was scared out of my heart, "My head is divided--" "Gah, blood, did I kill someone?" Unexpectedly, when the big man saw the blood, he also became frightened, and threw the knife to test me, "Where is the injury? No, your skin is tenderer than a woman, and this seam is not shallow." He was in a hurry. I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, only to see blood dripping down my neck, saying it could be big or small. It was my turn to drink him. I covered the wound with a towel in one hand and cursed: "If you find this knife, you will go to jail. Hong Kong is an area ruled by law." I dialed the phone. "What are you doing?" The big man was terrified, "You called the police?" I was annoyed, "I asked my friend to send me to the hospital so I don't get tetanus." The call was connected, and I said, "Graceful, wait for me at the door of the emergency department of Daying Hospital. I was injured. It's not serious, and it's not serious if I can still talk." I took the key and went downstairs, the big man followed me. I asked angrily, "What else do you want?" "I don't trust you." He said truthfully. "Don't worry, I won't die." I said angrily. We both took the same car to the hospital, and Grace was waiting at the door, as if in a hurry. She rushed over and said, "What's going on?" She exclaimed, "Oh, blood on the neck." "Hurt," I said. Grace immediately said, "It's not an accident." I looked at the big man beside me, "Just say I cut it myself." Graceful said, "It's better to go to a private doctor." "No," I said, "the wound hurts, and if I continue to toss, I'm afraid of excessive blood loss." The three of us sat in the emergency room, and when it was my turn, the doctor cleaned the wound and said it was not an accident, the doctor Staring at me: "Do you want to commit suicide? You didn't strike hard enough, so if Yu Qianqian cuts the knife, your girlfriend will send you here for treatment, right? Young man, suicide is also illegal." So wronged, I almost cried. But Grace's complexion is not good-looking, just like that angry "girlfriend". The doctor applied the medicine for me, and after talking for a long time, he almost sent me to the police station. I explained the ins and outs to Grace with a livid face. I scolded the big guy, "If it wasn't for hitting the mouse and avoiding the jade bottle, I would never let you go, I have to let you taste the flavor of being behind bars." Graceful persuaded: "Don't use too much force, it will only be troublesome when the wound is torn." She then said to the big man, "Mr. Minmin, you are also a educated person, why do you use knives and guns as soon as you come up?" She was very angry, "Murong Lang is not with him, why do you ask him to hand over someone?" I am very touched.For the first time, I realized that Graceful protects me, like a hen protecting her chicks. Graceful continued: "If someone doesn't love you anymore, if she wants to leave you, she will have to leave. If you put a knife on her neck, won't she still want to leave you?" You have to be able to afford to let go of things, there is no one like you who travels all over the world to make a fool of yourself." "Well said." I applauded. But Min Mincheol cried like a child. Graceful and I looked at each other. A big man, six feet tall, with curly hair and a big mustache, suddenly cried like a baby, we didn't believe our eyes, and were dumbfounded. I murmured, "Mandala, all women are mandala." Graceful got angry when she heard that, "I'm crazy, I'm going to be crazy." She said, "I don't want to deal with your affairs anymore. In the future, my head and body will be separated, and don't come to inform me again. I can't help. Some of your sesame and mung beans It exploded, what should I do? Who can I turn to if I have something to do?" I suddenly became anxious, "Graceful, take me home." Graceful shouted: "No!" She left on her own. The big guy stopped crying and asked me, "What should I do?" "You are such a comic character," I said, "if you have the ability to chase me from Nepal to my house, you can chase to Murong's house again. Where do you go, what does it matter to me?" I walked away. When I got back to the apartment, I triple-locked the door and got someone to install the big iron gate tomorrow. Before I had time to stretch my legs, the driver at home came, good guy, he looked like a slave, he said: "Third young master, the master has something to talk to you, and I told you to go immediately." His face was ashen. I was furious, pointing at him and scolding: "He is a master, why do you suddenly have a master personality? The real master is still my own father, you are just a slave, and you are pretending to be a tiger, you are sure I am exhausted? You Be careful of your dog's head, I tell you, when I stand up, I will bite you to death!" The driver was scolded bloody by me, and immediately turned around and left. This old servant only has his master in his eyes. When he sees high worship and low step, he looks like a slave. If he wanted to belittle someone, he would help out—he didn't even look at who that person was, or whether that person had any strength, he was stupid and bad, this kind of dog leg, ignorant of conscience had become his hobby. I have a trump card called "I don't rely on you". The big deal is to publish in the newspaper and break away from the relationship. Everyone should leave room for everything. Enough is enough. Let it go. Why bother to press each other? In the future, we will meet on narrow roads. The relationship between the left and the right is still father and son, and the mother is in the way. Dad's tent is too full. I've had enough of it over the years. I've moved out to live alone. He's calling me around, and I won't go back if I don't go back. Not long after the driver left, the phone rang like a thunder. I knew who it was, and I sneered. This was my father’s precious female secretary. Since my father started shaking twenty-five years ago, his fingers didn’t know how to dial. The call came, and I picked up the receiver and said, "Master Qiao Mu is not here, so don't bother looking for him." At worst, I'll change my stage name to make a living. Who cares to listen to his lessons. The most hateful thing is the eldest brother and the others. Once my father scolded me to go out, the three of them did not dissuade me. The old man smiled slyly. I have had enough. This family, just because I am more noble than them, they want me die before them. I ruthlessly kicked the sofa cushion half the sky high, and the cushion fell to the ground with a bang. I calmed down a little, why are you so angry?Haven't you endured it for more than two years?I'm afraid it's an excuse, what am I really angry about?Sit down and ask yourself. Maybe it's because of Ning Xin'er, maybe it's because she can't get in touch with her any further. Why do I have such a good impression of her? Is it because I fell in love with her? I can't be sure. Because of the hesitation, I can't bear other things, how naive. It's not Dad's fault, it's my fault. After I figured it out, I drove home. My father was wearing a Tang suit and smoking a cigar, and I said, "I'm here." He glared at me, "You scolded the driver?" I smiled, this kind of villain immediately asked the master to vent his anger. I said: "The driver is not more important than the son, right?" I added, "Even if it is a son who is not up to date." He took a deep breath on his cigar, "You've been doing well recently." I said, "Thanks to the blessings of Lafayette." "Don't do this with me." He yelled violently, like spring thunder. I couldn't hold back, "What did I do wrong again? Where did I lose your face?" "You have dug out the ancient well? You paid 300,000 Hong Kong dollars to the widow, and you go to the house every day to serve them, don't you?" Dad's cigar pointed directly at my nose, "Qiao's face Tell you to lose everything, you simply break away from me, you don't deserve the surname Joe!" I froze, "What's so good about being surnamed Qiao? A person surnamed Qiao can't tell right from wrong, right from wrong, right from wrong, just don't have the surname Qiao." "I'm asking you." He simply stood up, his temples were slightly bulging, and his veins were exposed. "Have you ever received 300,000 yuan from someone?" Dad scolded, "Have you ever been jealous of others, used knives and guns, and almost killed everyone?" Damn, word travels faster than Reuters. "Have." "Why do you accept 300,000 from others?" he called. At this time, my mother opened the door and came in, "What are you shouting about? What's so great about 300,000? Give it to others and forget it. Mom will save 300,000 for you and put it in your household registration. Bone-like insults, I can't do this when I give birth to a son every night." Mom stood in front of me. My nose was sore, and I wanted to cry immediately. The old man stamped his feet, "Why are you back? Didn't you go to play twenty-four laps? Alas, a loving mother has many failures." My mother snorted, "Now you are here to teach my son a lesson, old Qiao, you have made a fortune and want to make a fortune. May I ask how you made your fortune? Back then, you got a diploma and came back to Hong Kong poor and useless. , who is looking at your character to help you marry your daughter to you? Old Qiao, you were willing to marry into your wife back then, but now for 300,000, you want to break away from my son, let it go, let it go, "my mother burst into tears and snotted her nose One by one, they fell down, "Let Mu'er take the surname of grandpa." I was stunned, I never knew there was such a secret in my family, and I froze there like listening to an opera. "Among the four children, it's not enough for three of them to look like you? You forced this child to be petty, and even greedy for 300,000 yuan, is it not your fault?" The mother pointed her nose and scolded. With a wave of his hand, the father swept all the things on the desk to the ground, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone rolled all over the floor. This time it was even more terrible, my mother jumped eight feet high, and the sound was heart-piercing... I felt bored, so I opened the study door and left. How could it be like this. I went to the bank, closed the time deposit of that amount, got the interest, bought a Hasselblad camera immediately, and then went to Murong's house with a promissory note of 300,000 yuan. Just pay it back. I didn't say even the interest was paid. It's not easy to get money these days, everyone will become greedy and petty, I forgive myself very much. He arrived at Murong's house without stopping. The servant recognized me, and I entered the room, "My wife is in the study." I entered the study. Ning Xiner was not in the study. A little girl, about seven or eight years old, wearing a snow-white linen skirt, white socks and white shoes, and a flowery haircut, was sitting in front of the piano, pressing the keys one after another. One of the pieces she was playing was called "Seven Lonely Days". She sang in a childish voice: "Seven lonely days put together into a lonely week, seven lonely nights, I cried and cried for you, oh my love I cried for you, woo woo woo—" I leaned against the wall, fascinated. The little girl turned her head and smiled at me, she was already a beauty at such a young age. The quiet study room, the sound of the piano, the sound of singing, my soul is gradually awakening, only here, I have the opportunity to think about my own mind, outside, everything is going on vigorously, eating, drinking, playing, making a fortune and fighting, life is like a movie in "Six Kingdoms" , Time goes by without regret, one generation dies, another generation is born, living in a noisy life, I don't know whether it is sorrow or joy. Only in Ning Xiner's study room can there be a chance to dream. "How are you?" I said softly to the little girl. "And you." The little girl replied politely, "I'm fine." "Looking for me?" Ning Xiner's voice sounded. I turned my head and she was standing in front of me icily. I don't know what to do with her other than giggle. "The injury on your neck was caused by A-Lang, right?" She smiled. The little girl ran over and hugged her. "It's—" I know she doesn't have children. "This kid should call me grandma, believe it or not." She still smiled. "I'm her grandmother." The child turned around and jumped out. I handed the promissory note to her, "I must pay you back, my father is a great accuser to me." She was a little surprised, "Why is Mr. Qiao so hypocritical? I'll pay you for your photography." I hesitated, in this way, the name is justified, and you don’t have to be ashamed to find it. It’s just three hundred thousand. Hmph, when I, Qiao Mu, become famous and an international photographer, my father won’t think I’m ignorant. Don't fight for money, I am a hero, short of breath, turning a promissory note back and forth, at a loss. I said mockingly: "The next day they will say that I am even more worthless, even charging for soup and medicine." Ning Xiner smiled, sat in front of the piano chair, and played it. The tune was left by the little girl: seven lonely days, made into a lonely week... I looked out the window, "You shouldn't be lonely." She smiled: "What kind of person should be lonely?" "My mother." I blurted out. She asked, "How do you know?" One day I was ordered to pick her up at the beauty salon, and I heard her and the barber telling the details of our family. The eldest son and the second son both graduated from Canada... What kind of business has her husband managed... in a very contented and sad way In the voice, the barber said nothing, praising her for being young.I almost shed tears when I listened behind her. Her husband and son had their own busy schedules, so she wanted to talk, so she ran to the barber shop to find a partner. Mom has no soul, but it doesn't mean she doesn't understand loneliness.Her natal family is now in decline, and the old uncle and aunt just want her money. Her job is called wife, with a good income, casual clothes, and irregular office hours, but she is also lonely. "You can accompany mother." Ning Xiner stopped playing the piano. "It's not so easy to solve, ask your grandma's little girl to accompany you, won't you be lonely?" She is silent. I still handed over the promissory note, "I can't accept it, for this money, I can't be equal to you, it's not worth it." Ning Xiner was surprised, a pair of cold and beautiful eyes looked to me, as if she could see through my mind. I don't turn my head away. She said softly: "Don't forget, some people call me Datura." I chuckled and repeated, "But women are mandalas." "Looks like we've got another crime." She smiled. "Are you lonely?" "Why pursue it?" She closed the piano cover, "Are you going to tell me that you plan to relieve my loneliness?" There was a trace of mockery in her eyes. I said resentfully: "Why underestimate me?" She is silent. I originally wanted to simply say goodbye, and add a sentence: Don't draw conclusions if you have tried it, it is too arbitrary.Finally, there is no exit, there is a thin line between humor and obscenity.In front of her, I have to make a good impression no matter what. "A-Lang wants to see you." She stood up. "I was just about to see her, too." Lang stood at the door with his hands folded in front of his chest, "I knew you wouldn't let me go" was written on his beautiful face. I asked, "Did you see your hunk?" "seen." "How is he now? Willing to buy you back home with a hundred cows and a thousand bolts of brocade?" I asked mockingly, while touching the scar on my neck with my hand. Lang opened his eyes wide and looked at me: "Small man, small device." I sneered, "If you have tried the taste of Nepalese Knife Pan Mee, you will say: sir, a lot." Ning Xiner laughed and shook her head. I went on, "The big guy is crying for you, he should be given a chance to reform himself." "I don't have time. I've been booked in "Graceful" magazine, and I'm going to New York for an exhibition next week." "Are you going to take the overpass?" "Exactly." "Congratulations, congratulations," I smiled, feeling very unworthy of the big guy. I said, "You are reborn now, starting from scratch, but you have to explain to Min Minchet." "What are you in a hurry for?" Boss Lang rolled his eyes over. "I'm doing it for your own good," I sighed, "he's a rough man, maybe when the turbidity rises, he will stage "The Great Seal of the Six Kingdoms", and many corpse cases have occurred under such circumstances. " Ning Xin'er ignored my broken mouth, she walked to the terrace and started feeding the goldfish wholeheartedly. The sun was shining on her hair, raising a layer of golden edges, and the thin white shirt was translucent. Looking from behind the light, she is still young, but at this moment, she is only accompanied by piles of banknotes . What is her inner world like? "..." Lang pushed me, "... "What?" I came back to my senses, "What did you say?" "Ena hopes that you will also go to New York." Lang said. "I'm not going," I said absent-mindedly, "Ena doesn't have enough funds, and she always asks me to post air tickets and hotels, why should I bother." "How shameless." "You're not a friend who didn't wipe your neck," I said, "that's not enough for a Minminjet that big." Lang turned around, and then asked, "Aren't you and Graceful boyfriend and girlfriend?" I didn't even bother to answer, "Next week, a charity dinner and dance organized by my mother will open. This time, maybe she will play Nezha, so as to face the audience, I have to rush to take a photo of her——Hey, wives I am too interested in the characters on the list of gods." "Are you sure you won't go?" "No." I shook my head. Ning Xiner turned her head from the fish tank, "Are you going to New York?" "Yes," Lang said, "meet my second brother by the way." Ning Xin'er pondered, then smiled: "I want to meet him too, I haven't thanked him for the mandala yet." Lang said, "You know second brother, he's crazy—" he suddenly stopped talking. Ning Xin'er took a deep look at Lang and said, "A-Lang, A-Lang." "Yes." Lang lowered his head. What's the story here? Ning Xin'er said: "Then I'll take a trip too, anyway, there's something to do in New York, so I'll also support you, A-Lang." "Ah, that's great," A-Lang couldn't help clapping his hands, "If you agree to join us, we won't have to worry about going out." Ning pursed his lips and smiled, "Do you think I have boundless spells and know seventy-two changes?" I repented so much that I vomited blood—who would know that the strange peaks are prominent and the waves are treacherous?This Ning Xiner had no part in this matter, but now she is going to New York... I blurted out, "You are all gone, what am I doing alone in the city?" Ning Xiner suddenly went uncharacteristically, and asked playfully with a smile: "Hey, didn't you want to take a photo for Nezha?" I couldn't help laughing immediately, wishing I could find a hole in the ground to get in, heh, this smart and cunning woman must be very careful when playing tricks in front of her, otherwise she won't be able to walk around. I'm going to talk to Grace. I waved back and forth in front of her, "Don't tell me about the team going to New York." "Qiao Mu, don't pretend to be a fool." Ai Nuo cursed, "You don't want to drink too much, so don't use me as a cover, please go, now you will be toasted and fined, tell you, New York The city is not my graceful, whether you go or not is none of my business." "You just curse." "I'm furious when I see you," Grace bowed again, "Jomu, I swear I'll make the magazine better, hire David Bailey to do the photography, and kick you to Mount Everest." I made a surprised look, "Hate me so much?" "Go, go." She swept me away. "You get angry 3,600 times a year," I shouted, "be careful you grow old." But in my life, women occupy too important a position. After I ask for one, I will ask for the second one. Mother. Good old mother, I begged her to give me a round-trip plane ticket. "You are the heart of Bodhisattva Guanyin, mother, what is a thousand dollars to you? You will make the child perfect." But my mother was thinking about other things, "...Avalokitesvara? I wonder if playing the role of Avalokitesvara will cause dissatisfaction among some religious people?" All she thought of was the masquerade. I sighed, it was really hard to ask for help. "——Why did you go to New York again?" Mother asked suspiciously. "Go take a picture." I said confidently. "I don't believe it, why don't you pursue it?" Zhizi Mo Ruomu. "Why do you ask so many questions?" I was displeased. "穆儿，你那放浪的生活过够了没有？几时收心养性回家来帮爹爹做生意呢？"母亲恳求。 我良心发现了，用手搭着母亲的肩膀，轻轻的哄她，"爹要我也没用，我不是不会做生意，而是受不了那班生意生意人，一个比一个蠢，要我跟他们平起平坐，给我金山银山也不干，你就原谅我吧。" 母亲白我一眼，胖嘟嘟的脸上居然还带着往日的娇憨，"你借口最多，赚大钱的人算蠢人？你父亲是蠢人？" 我竖起一只手指，"人赚钱，当然需要头脑，当钱赚钱的时候，情形不可同日而语，老爹现在就算不做生意，将财产换了美金放在银行里定期，三年间也就获一倍本利，他那生意是做来玩的，为只为消磨时间，跟你办慈善舞会一样。" "说起我的舞会，你是不来的了？人家曾家三公子迪臣，还有杨家的玛姬，孙家两个小姐，以及地产王郑氏的公子——" "我与他们也谈不来。"我笑，"我不来了。" "你到底跟谁谈得来？你这个小于，你再跟慕容家那只野狐狸来往，你爹不放过你。" "是你先提到她的，不关我事。"但我心中却暗暗牵动，一种微微酥麻的感觉传遍全身，甜丝丝地，像中了迷魂香，说不出的受用，还没有踏进温柔乡，只在门口张望一下，先醉倒了。 "——不是说要飞机票吗？" "哦是。"我又回到现实世界来，"钱在哪儿呀？" "这里六千块。" "那我岂不是要坐三等机舱？"我非常失望。 "你还想包一架私人喷气机去？"背后有声音传出来。 我马上把钱放进口袋，肃立，"爹爹。" 老爹不出所料，连声冷笑，倒牌菜地反问："你还记得我是你爹呀？"永远是这一句，历久不衰。 老爹这人毫无想像力，缺乏新意境。 他厉声说："你去跟那只狐狸说，我乔老头不是好惹的，我不姓慕容，不受她摆布，她若惹恼了我，我自有办法治她。"一副法海和尚模样。 老爹完全搭错线了，宁馨儿跟我一点瓜葛也无，她根本不愿意——说到哪里去了？但好汉不吃明亏，我并不敢向老爹分辩，一味唯唯诺诺。 "你今年几岁了？"爹责备问，"一天到晚向你妈要钱。" 妈妈也恼我："廿五六岁的人，也不学好。" 我咕哝，"学好就是一百万一百万的向你拿是不是？三哥做纸厂，一年蚀掉五百万。二哥的出入口，如今还是赔本生意……可是你们尽挑剔我。" 母亲一怔，因觉我说的完全是事实，故此不出声。 父亲顿足道："不由得你来挑哥哥的坏。" "太不公平了。"我说。 "你那三十万还了没有？"父亲问。 "还掉了。"我说："人家要给我，作为摄影费，我都还不收呢。" "想用金钱来打动我儿子的心，没那么容易，"父亲说："她打错算盘，我家的儿子长了那么大，没吃过猪肉，也见过猪跑。" 完全不是这么一回事，这是一场误会，但我也懒得解释。 我说："这里没我的事，我走了。" 母亲说："你回心转意的时候，就来看妈妈表演吧。" 我说："妈妈，看与不看，我永远是你的影迷。"