To my dear Mr. Meng

Sister Wang called again and said that today was the day to send to the printing factory, and everyone was extremely busy, and there was still no news of the draft handed over to Qu Nan for review, and no one could be contacted, and asked me what was going on.On the phone, her high-pitched voice was like a frying pan, crackling and bursting into sparks.

I braced myself to deal with it, saying that Senior Sister Qu was about to graduate and was busy preparing for her thesis and defense, so she probably didn't notice the phone call.

Sister Wang sneered: "Sister Wang, I am not as educated as you are, but at least I know the truth of taking money to do things. Xiao He, don't blame me for speaking harshly. If I didn't look at your face, she is from your Zhengda University. Student, we stopped paying her a salary two months ago. If you meet your senior sister at school, please tell her not to come. I will transfer the salary of the half month to her, but we It’s just a small-scale magazine, not the Red Cross Society for relief.”

These words were like slapping us both face to face, we couldn't make a sound, so we had to answer embarrassingly.The other end hastily dropped a word of busy, and then closed the line.

Mr. Meng was sitting on the other side of the sofa, playing with Wei Qiao's raccoon cat in his arms.The cat was scratched comfortably, raised its round head and turned over, revealing half of its furry belly, clinging to its lap and refusing to move.Looking up and seeing my expression, he asked, "Have you been told?"

I was so upset that he didn't have the time, so I found Qu Nan's number and dialed it. It rang for more than a minute, and no one answered until it automatically hung up.

"What is she doing?"

"what's wrong?"

Wei Qiao came out of the kitchen with the washed apples and placed them on the tea table.Peel off the skin of the apples, dig out the flesh in the middle, cut into half-finger-thick slices and pile them on the plate.Seeing this, Mr. Meng smiled and said, "You are quite virtuous."

"There's no way, it has to be like this, otherwise Wu Yi and her old man won't show her face."

Wu Yi is his girlfriend who graduated from the Chinese Department. I heard that she is listening to a literature lecture at my school right now.As soon as Wei Qiao sat down, the raccoon cat jumped from Mr. Meng's arms into his arms, holding his hand open to bite, Wei Qiao dodged it, waved it off the ground, and asked me: "Who messed with us, Mr. He?" ? The face is longer than the horse's face."

I told him about Qu Nan, and Wei Qiao couldn't help but laugh: "Your senior sister is not real, not real. Even if the company wants to turn against her, at least you should think about you. As the saying goes, don't look at the face of the monk." Buddha face, it’s true that you love money, and you can’t do it like this, who will dare to help her in the future? Is your senior sister’s family conditions not very good?”

I said yes, and told him that Qu Nan’s family lived in a small county far away. After his parents were laid off, they had been running a small business to make ends meet. I heard that her father was still disabled.After hearing this, Wei Qiao waved his hands again and again, swallowed the apple and said, "Useless contacts, stop the loss in time."

After Wei Qiao got acquainted with us, the set of slickness and hypocrisy on the table had been melted away, and his speech was straighter than a butcher's knife, and every time he stabbed a blood hole, I suspected that he and Guan Ting were long-lost brothers and sisters.

Although I have long been accustomed to his manner of talking, I still feel a little uncomfortable when I hear him: "You can't say that, she is nice, and she helped me earlier. Besides, I think my network is also good to you guys." It's useless."

"It's not the same. I have been friends with Meng Qiansheng for four, five or six years. We know the bottom line, and I can trust his vision; as for you, he is also a child, and I know the bottom line with him. I have been friends with you for so long, and I feel happy. , then there is no need to consider whether it is useful or not. Take a step back and say, in order to help Wu Yi buy your teacher's book, don't you have to deal with you."

I didn't say anything, Mr. Meng said with a smile: "Your words are too realistic."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will resolutely resist the corruption of capitalism in the future."

Wei Qiao laughed out loud, and Mr. Meng laughed too. The raccoon cat slid around under their legs contentedly, probably because the jasmine on the flower stand on the balcony was in bloom, and the air was filled with a sweet and happy atmosphere.

This inexplicable laughter makes people irritated.

It has been surprisingly rainy all summer.

Summer rain has become autumn rain, and the moss-soaked rain stains outside seem to have cast a dark green moldy shadow on the furniture in the house.When it rains heavily, the water droplets form a string of silver bars thicker than fingers in front of the window, one by one, forming a small prison window, and the whole house becomes a big dark prison.

There is a small black spot on the wall.

Little things like spiders, I have dealt with no fewer than seven this week.Usually I don't hate spiders, but maybe because of the humid weather, when I think of the dense and soft texture of the spider web, it's like being bound to it, and endless nausea and violence surge in my heart for a moment.

The moment I got up, the sofa trembled slightly, as if a dying person shook off the remaining warmth from the skin.

When I walked to the wall, I realized that it was really just a black spot, not a spider pretending to be a spot.The black spot is only as big as a blunt pencil tip, and it is very deep, but it is colder and brighter than a needle in my eyes, piercing back and forth in my eyeball.

I have to find something to cover it up.

For the next hour I rummaged around the house trying to find a piece of sandpaper to smooth it out or a bit of white paint.Of course, I got nothing. I fell back on the sofa covered in sweat, and the beating heartbeat poured into my eardrums like water.

I don't know what I'm doing, it's annoying as hell.

Because of the previous manuscript, I was mercilessly scolded by my instructor last week.I was bored, and I didn't have enough confidence to refute, because the tutor arranged for me to write the manuscript at first. I didn't have much interest in the topic at first, and I just took advantage of his relationship to publish it to earn some fame.This idea was tacitly understood by everyone, but who knew that he was not happy with the review, challenged it face to face, and even said some unkind words.Although I felt that he was embarrassing me on purpose, it was impossible to retaliate, so we broke up unhappy in the end and only set a date for the next submission.

From that day until today, the rain continued intermittently, almost without stopping, and I also stayed in the room, deleting and rewriting the last two-thirds of the manuscript, grinding word by word.

The last time Mr. Meng came back was at the beginning of the month, dragging a suitcase of clothes away.

He went all the way, and finally got his wish to join the investment bank. As long as there are no accidents, he can become a full-time employee after passing the internship period.According to Wei Qiao's words, "I can't find any reason to reject a person majoring in finance at the University of International Trade and Economics."

The only fly in the ointment is that Zhongtai Plaza, which is very expensive, is too far away from the school. Mr. Meng travels back and forth for nearly three hours every day. After a long time, no matter how energetic he is, he can’t bear it, not to mention the pressure of work itself.It happened that Wei Qiao's girlfriend, Wu Yi, was going to study abroad for two months. Wei Qiao asked Mr. Meng to live in his home—and stopped by Zhongtai to see if there were any suitable rental houses.

When I find a new house, I could move there, but I don't have that plan.One is because the lease of this house is until the end of the year, and the other is that I don’t want to appear too clingy, like a kitten or dog who has to hang around people, howling for Mr. Meng to rub his head and stomach.Sometimes being too intimate makes me feel an indescribable panic.

What's more, Mr. Meng didn't say that he wanted me to move there together.

Wei Qiao has now become his colleague, and the two of them entered and exited at the same time, hooking shoulders and backs carelessly, but because I had a ghost in my heart, I had to think about it for a long time even looking at Mr. Meng more for no reason.

As long as you have stolen goods in your arms, it's hard not to feel guilty.

We call every day.To be honest, the content of the phone calls were all very boring things: what was for lunch, where did the manuscript go, tired at work, found out which colleague drove a BMW, saw an acquaintance in school, went out to eat out at night... ... nothing more than that.Mr. Meng usually calls at night, when Wei Qiao is talking on the phone with his family, Wu Yi, the voice coming from the current is as tired as some kind of curled up and withered plant. I can imagine him leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the Looking out of the window in a daze.

Calling every day is a horrible thing, and the reduction in time spent with each other is clearly printed on the call log, and it is impossible to deceive yourself.

But there is really nothing to talk about. When Mr. Meng lived with me, he didn’t necessarily have much to say. We just sat in the same room most of the time.

So the daily phone calls became a routine.

Mr. Meng and I may have had an argument at noon today.

I'm not sure if that counts as a fight.The last time I had a real quarrel with the two of us was in the third year of high school. As one of the class committee members, I was called into the class teacher’s office for a meeting. Mr. Meng didn’t wait for me to come back. After half a night of self-study, I came back from class, surrounded by a group of Yingying and Yanyan, talking and laughing, so angry that I almost beat him on the spot.

Things at noon today are also trivial.Because Mr. Meng said yesterday that he would not go to work this afternoon, he asked me to take the subway to the city to meet him for lunch. I was going to the city center to find Sister Wang, so I called her and made an appointment at three o'clock. I didn't see my husband for a week, so I agreed.In the end, when I was all on the subway, he suddenly said that he would work overtime in the afternoon and had lunch with colleagues, so he could only come out to see me.

I have a long-standing problem of being intolerable for such impending changes in plans.This was the third time he changed his mind suddenly, and the subway was crowded enough at that time, I got angry all of a sudden, and my tone of voice was bad, so I asked him why he didn't tell me earlier.

Usually, Mr. Meng would not be as knowledgeable as I am at all, but today he was uncharacteristically, and said impatiently: "I have just received the notice, why are you angry at me? You don't want to come and forget it."

"Taking the subway back and forth is such a spare time, if I knew I would stay at home and write a manuscript, whoever is full is running out in the hot weather. Please call me next time you are a busy person."

I'm used to stabbing, I've known it since I was a kid.When there is a dispute, a good word can be cut into the most disgusting appearance by me and sent out.I don't know if it is inherited from my mother, but I was often beaten for this mouth when I was young.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you," Mr. Meng said.

Neuropathy.

"Bye."

Before he could speak, I pressed the button.

Sister Wang's side, I took the subway back home under the pretext of having something to do.The subway going back was very empty, and I just felt that I had arrived at the station after sitting in my seat for a while.

I ate something casually outside, went to the supermarket for a aimless stroll, and walked back to the community. The doorman ate watermelon with a big cattail fan. When he saw me, he waved and said he had my package.

I thought to myself that the postage of the black-hearted post office is so expensive, where did the package come from? The doorman put a boxy package in my hand, and it was quite heavy.

Looking down, the recipient column was written "Meng Qiansheng" flamboyantly.

I suddenly remembered that some time ago, Mr. Meng had a college classmate who was going back to China and said that he would bring him a gift.Mr. Meng asked me what I wanted. At first I wanted two copies of the original documents, but I felt it was inconvenient to ask. After all, I was a classmate of Mr. Meng and I was bringing something for Mr. Meng, so I decided to let it go.

I weighed and weighed the package, no matter how I touched it, I felt it was a book; if I wanted to open it up, I was afraid it was Mr. Meng's own.Thinking about it made my apex itch, like a cat scratching, walked to the door of the house, recovered, and realized that what I took out was not a key, but a mobile phone.

I leaned against the door and pressed the speed dial key.Mr. Meng's number was automatically displayed on the screen. First, it was deleted one by one, and the blank dial screen went out, and then it was pressed again, and the same eleven-digit number as before was displayed again.

When the phone was connected, I coughed twice nervously and unconsciously.

Fortunately, I didn't call him crazy in the morning.I think.He shouldn't have spoken so aggressively to him. Wei Qiao used to talk about how investment banks treat people like beasts every day, and he was exhausted.

After a few rings, the phone was hung up.I leaned against the door, my head was heavy for a moment, it felt like I made a fool of myself at the grade meeting.

After searching for the key for a long time, while opening the door, the phone suddenly vibrated in the pocket.He took it out in a hurry, and the word "Qu Nan" displayed on the screen was like a basin of ice water poured on a charcoal fire, and a wisp of white smoke "chi".

I didn't answer.

The phone shook persistently for 1 minute, and finally stopped.

After taking off his coat and changing his shoes, in the frighteningly quiet room, the sound of the phone vibrating was exceptionally clear.I ripped out that damned electronic device and was about to hang up when I realized it was my mom calling.

"Hello? Mom."

"I told you last time, why didn't you even call your dad? You only know how to control yourself? You don't even know how to breathe, you are worse than a dead person, your dad takes money outside every day , you still study, I think you don’t have money to read!”

It was raining again and again, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed by the sound of a huge electric current.