To my dear Mr. Meng

"sorry."

She murmured this sentence.

If it wasn't for the heavy rain outside and the silence in the cafe, I certainly wouldn't have noticed what she said.

I catch a glimpse of the reflection of my chin flickering off the silver spoon, like some slippery, flesh-colored liquid.She was drenched in the rain, her hair at the temples was wet and curled up, and she bared her teeth and claws stiffly in front of her collarbone.The make-up is also a little smudged, and the eyes are faintly black and blue, which contrasts with the strange paleness of the face. This pallor is like two skinny hands trying to peel off the two gorgeous maple leaf reds on the lips, but the redness is firmly grasped. He refused to let go, so he grabbed the deep lines and embedded them in the depths, as if to cut the flesh of his lips.

Pushing the black tea in front of me, I said, "Drink some water, Senior Sister."

Qu Nan picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a sip.From that look, you could tell that she was absent-minded, and she didn't even have time to taste what it was like.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for me for so long."

"It's okay, you are busy with work, I have nothing to do anyway." I wanted to smile at her, but it was still not strong enough to tense my muscles and draw the corners of my mouth, so I gave up.

"Is everything going well?" I asked.

She kept her chin tightly from the beginning to the end, and didn't look up at this time, just raised her eyelids and looked at me.From this angle, her expression seemed to be full of fear, and that posture was really uncomfortable. I turned away and pretended to look at the misty rain scene outside the window.

"……Um."

"That's good."

"Ah."

"I get a headache when I think about the thesis. I raised a few ideas and got rejected. Now I see Boss Zha is taking a detour. If you follow him and you can still get an excellent graduation thesis, I want to confess you."

She froze for a while, and it took her a while to react, she frowned and then loosened, and put together a half-smile: "...No." Seeing me staring at her, she hastily lowered her head, "I just know, it's the king. My sister didn't ask me to go because she had a problem with me, and you told me that they didn't recruit part-time jobs... Did I cause you trouble? I'm sorry."

I didn't expect her to say this: "Huh? How do you know?"

"Yan Lei told me. She was an intern there. Sister Wang didn't know that she knew me, so she accidentally leaked it." She held the spoon and stirred it in the cup indiscriminately. The stirring was too fast, and the milk froth overflowed. Passed over the rim of the cup and flowed down into the cup holder, and the whole thing was immediately dirty. "At that time... I took too many part-time jobs, and sometimes I forgot."

"It's all over, what are you talking about?"

I bowed my head and took a sip of tea.Looking up again, she found that her hands were tightly clasped in front of her chest, like two snakes about to perish together, half of her nails were red and half were white: "What's wrong?"

She seemed to have something to say.I think.

Her lips parted a few times, a car passed by outside the window, and the red light cast on her face through the glass, like a blush rising from hysteria.

"I, I thought... could you do me a favor?"

I subconsciously want to refuse.

But my mind was empty, and there was no perfect excuse to get out, and I fell silent in my seat for a while.

People always yearn for intimacy and hope to rely on intimacy to get rid of troubles, but it happens that one trouble after another makes people more and more intimacy.The paradox of life is sometimes more irritating than whether Schrödinger's cat is dead or alive.

Coincidentally, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and it turned out to be Mr. Meng.I breathed a sigh of relief almost unconsciously, said sorry to her, and answered the phone.

She looked at me dully, as if saying that she didn't understand.I walked away two steps before she nodded hastily, and then turned to the window.

"Hey."

"We've been in a meeting before, what's wrong?"

"Ok?"

"You called me after one o'clock. I didn't answer during the meeting. What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing."

Only then did I remember to pay attention to whether Mr. Meng was still angry, but he had already finished speaking, and I didn't pay attention to the tone of the first two sentences.He was silent for a while, and I took a breath, pretending to remember suddenly: "Well, I received a package for you."

"Here?" He sounded quite calm, "Have you opened it?"

"No, it's your package. Come back and have a look, or I'll deliver it to you in two days."

"No, inside is the original document for you. Didn't you find it?"

A string of glass bottles on the bar counter reflected the light overhead, golden light splashed everywhere, and one of them fell into my eyes, like a spark jumping on a brittle dry wood, suddenly bursting into bright flames.

I lied and said: "No. You really let someone bring it? Didn't I say no, it didn't bring you anything..."

"I don't want anything. Go back and see if it's the version you want."

"Yeah...yes, I got it." I turned my head and looked out the window, as if I was avoiding someone's eyes, and said vaguely, "Thanks."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

I laughed twice, and the other end said immediately: "What are you smirking at?"

"It's nothing."

"Are you angry at noon today?"

I touched my nose and asked, "Are you angry?"

Mr. Meng seemed to think for a while and said, "A little bit."

"Then I have a little too."

We laughed together.

Back on my seat, before I could say "I'm back", Qu Nan hastily raised his head and realized that it was me. Her nervously raised eyebrows were slightly smoothed, but because she looked up with all her strength, the dark-colored Most of the eyeballs were hidden, but the whites of the eyes that harbored countless bloodshot eyes were so much that they were about to overflow.Probably because the sky was too dark and the waiter turned on the light, under the warm yellow light, the color on her face was much lighter than before, and it was no longer like those confusing color blocks of Piet Mondrian Stitching works.

"Sorry, it took me a long time to answer the phone. What did you say you wanted me to do?"

"Oh, nothing. I misremembered."

She moved the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile.But it wasn't exactly a smile, the muscles of the whole face were tense, only the corners of the mouth twitched strangely twice, like a fat worm crawling through the mouth.

The reason why I remember the scene of talking with Qu Nan that day is all because my dad just showed the same smile as she did at that time.

The reason for this smile is that I came to my aunt's house on a whim, and after knocking on the door, I found my dad sitting upright on the old-fashioned sofa in the living room.At that time, he just pressed the cigarette in his hand, and the last bit of blue smoke escaped suddenly, and our eyes met each other unpreparedly.

"Why are you here?" He cleared his throat and asked.

I stuffed the hand I took out of my pocket when I entered the door: "I'm going to see my aunt."

My aunt chased away the non-existent mosquitoes, and said to me: "Sit down, sit down. Is it hot? Is the bus crowded?" I just sat down, and she said, "I'll get you some water." After walking two steps, my dad said: "Let him pour it himself. He is such a big man, and he needs someone to help him pour the water."

I asked my aunt to sit, and went to the kitchen to pour water from the kettle.There was silence behind him until he was about to walk out of the living room when my dad's low voice slowly sounded: "You don't know her temper. I didn't mean to say those words that day, so why should you take it seriously..."

The icy porcelain cup was scalded by boiling water and couldn't hold it for a while, so I had to hang it on the table.

"...You take the money back, it's all here, I haven't touched a single cent. I don't want her money!" Auntie's voice suddenly rose, her throat hoarse.

A voyeuristic desire suddenly rose in my heart, and I poked my head out a little.

"What are you talking about? Where is her money? The 12 yuan was left by my mother back then. What's the point of talking to her?"

Maybe my aunt didn't speak, I didn't hear a sound.

"He Yujun."

My dad called me suddenly.Walking back to the living room, I saw him holding a wallet in one hand and handing over 100 yuan in the other. He nodded at me and said, "Go downstairs and buy a pack of cigarettes for me."

I didn't go to pick it up. I stood at the door and said that I knew I was rich, so I opened the door and went out.

This winter is very cold, I wear thin clothes, and the wind blows everywhere.

My mother and aunt seem to have some kind of deep hatred. Every time she said the word "He Jianfang", her teeth would be gritted, and even the slightly loose muscles on her cheeks would fall off like a wall, and she was always ready to fall. Muscles all over the place.

My dad never let me do these housework. Occasionally, when I asked a question or two, he always said "it's none of your business, it has nothing to do with you".

I know his intentions are good. After all, housework is nothing but exhausting effort and useless work.It's a pity that my mother always disagrees with him. Whenever he is not at home, especially at the dinner table with only our mother and son, those old-fashioned household chores of the He family and the Li family become endless meals.

My mother often said in an envious tone: "You are so nice, you don't care about anything all day long, you don't know how to ask, just read your book, anyway, your dad is rich, you can buy whatever you want, you Just eat and have fun by yourself. If I had your life..."

It turned out that I couldn’t hear these words the most, and I would argue with her at the dinner table nine times out of ten. Who knows if it was because I felt so embarrassing because my feet were trampled on? Now I don’t even put down my chopsticks, just listen to her and nod Said yes, and the meal passed without incident.

Parents are the easiest people to satisfy. You don't even need to perfunctory to satisfy them.

Back at my aunt's house, the atmosphere was as silent as if a stick had been stabbed into the temple.

My dad took the cigarette and put it in his pocket, and said: "Don't worry about what Li Xiulin says, you can take it to see your illness, don't delay, do you hear me? You are angry here, and she can't see it. Anyway, it's not the one who is sick. Her. Your body is your own, and no one can help you when you are sick and suffer."

When my aunt saw me looking at her, she pointed to the iron box on the coffee table: "There is candy in it, you eat candy."

I thought to myself that she still treats me like a child, so I couldn't help laughing, shook my head and sat back on the sofa.My dad patted his clothes, stood up, bent down and clicked on a semi-old passbook on the corner of the coffee table: "You take it, do you understand? I'll go back and tell her, don't worry about it."

My aunt sat on the chair, neither moving nor speaking, her eyelids drooping, staring at the old floor that had started to bubble.

"I'm leaving." My dad walked to the center of the living room and looked at me, "Are you playing here?"

I nodded.

He also nodded: "If you don't go home for dinner at night, remember to call your mother. I'm leaving."

I said yes.

When I opened the door at night, my parents were arguing.

After listening for a while, it turned out that it was for the passbook for my aunt.

My mother's face was red all the way from Yintang to the tip of her nose, and she was scolding my dad for being heartbroken. She was really angry, and even the ancestors of our old He family didn't let her go, saying that she had done evil in her previous life to meet him in this life In the early years, he didn't even have a decent job. She was the one who gave my grandfather the idea to go through the back door. She took the few hundred dollars from her own house and sent them to the door together with cigarettes and alcohol.Also, a few years ago, my uncle and the others wanted to partner up to open an intermediary company, but they were short of money, so they asked my dad to borrow it.My mother persuaded me at both ends, and my father made it clear that the uncle and his wife were lazy, and it was a ghost to give him money to start a business; but then he partnered with a friend who was a real estate appraiser to start a company, and by the way, he even paid for the appraisal. I earned it together, and my mother was so angry that he scolded him for not being a thing.

My dad turned his back and took two steps, then turned around suddenly: "Li Xiulin, please understand that the 12 yuan is my mother's savings and the money to sell the house. The house is also hers and has nothing to do with you! He Jianfang is my mother. Sister, she needs to see a doctor, shouldn't she take the money?"

"Oh, do you still remember that she is your elder sister? You don't need to remind me that you have a biological elder sister. Your parents kicked her out in front of me and said they didn't recognize this girl. So I haven't seen you say a word to help your sister for many years. Now you remember to recognize your sister? What did you do so early?

"You said you gave the money to He Jianfang, who knows who you gave it to? Don't think that I don't know you and that bitch outside, He Guotao, you are so smart, have you checked if that girl is yours?" Kind? Don’t give money to help others raise their children for so many years! I know it in my heart. It’s not for you to save face these years, but you are doing better, and you are getting more and more face. ah?"

"You fucking think about money like crazy! Can you say such things?"

"What you said is ridiculous. You can do it. What can I not say? My mother has a lot more to say. I will leave it to you. I am the one who is talking about the marriage certificate with you, the house and the money." I have half of it, if you don't take back the 12 to my old lady, you'll be fucked..."

"Don't even think about that money. If I donate it, I won't be able to give it to your family. Don't even think about it!"

"Fuck your shit! You're nothing..."

No one cared about me, I went upstairs to the bedroom alone, and closed the door.He changed his clothes, fell on the bed, took out his cell phone and saw that Mr. Meng had replied a text message 10 minutes ago.

I can't even remember what I said to him before, I opened "Sent", and it turned out that I asked him what he was doing and whether he had dinner a few hours ago.

He only returned a "favor".

So I still don't know if he's had dinner, but I'm too lazy to ask.