To my dear Mr. Meng

Mr. Meng is back on vacation.

When I received the email yesterday, Lao Zhou had nothing to do and was discussing business opportunities in our office, encouraging me and Xiao Wang to buy a house.When Xiao Wang heard about it, he showed a simple and honest smile of a simple wage earner: "Mr. Zhou, I have no money."

Lao Zhou was heartbroken: "I follow my ears and eyes every day, how can I be so slow to money and business opportunities!"

Xiao Wang said: "Mr. Zhou, I'm only 26 this year and I don't have any girlfriends. I'm not in a hurry to get married."

"Marriage is a sufficient condition for people to have the desire to buy a house, but why do I let you buy a house? To see the infinite investment value inside!"

"Then I'll save and invest in two years."

"Young people, you must know that investment is time-sensitive, and only those who are ahead can make money. Xiao He, what do you think?"

I pretended to be obsessed with work.

"Are you thirty this year?"

"There's still half a year left, and it's the end of my birthday." I reminded him, implying not to forget the employee's birthday benefits.

Lao Zhou put his arm on the back of my chair and smiled like a neighbor's aunt: "How are you preparing for the big event in your life?"

"No car, no house."

Xiao Wang said, "Don't you have an Audi A6?"

"Oh, that was bought with a friend."

Lao Zhou couldn't believe it: "You still buy the car with a partner? How do you distribute it?"

"He's gone abroad," I said.

Lao Zhou mistakenly thought that I was being taken advantage of by a scammer, and praised me for being cunning and thoughtful.

This profiteer is really full of bad things, and he can't make friends with him.

Mr. Meng came back with his colleagues and didn't let me pick it up, probably because he was going to go home first.Boss Zhou, the capitalist, showed great kindness, and took a few senior executives, Old Fox, me, a secretary, and his right-hand assistant, Xiao Wang, to a newly discovered authentic Spanish restaurant for dinner.

When I got home, I tidied up the house, went to bed early after taking a shower, and fell asleep with my head covered.

I am used to sleeping with the door closed, and when I heard the sound of the door lock ringing in the dimness, I woke up suddenly and found that it was already 06:30 in the morning.

He opened the bedroom door and stretched his head out. The door was indeed open, and Mr. Meng was changing shoes at the door.

He smiled when he saw me: "The ears are so sharp. Did it wake you up?"

I just woke up in a daze, watching him push the suitcase in and back on the bed to make way.

"I'm going to take a shower first, and you can sleep later."

I sank into the pillow and felt his hand touch my head.

Mr. Meng closed the door when he went out, but I still heard the faint sound of water, as if the pillow was soaked.Downstairs is also bustling: the ups and downs of old ladies who get up early to buy groceries, the roar of car engines, the sound of clattering high-heeled shoes...

I finally woke up fully and sat up in bed.

Mr. Meng got dressed, and I just finished washing, and exchanged a perfunctory kiss with him in front of the mirror—he was sleepy, and I was hungry.

I want to eat more now than his body.Food and sex are also, food is in front, the ancestors are really transparent.

"Breakfast?" I asked him.

He shook his head: "do you have anything to do today?"

"Aren't you serving your old man?"

He couldn't help laughing, and when he went out, he pinched the nape of my neck.

"Call me at 10:30."

Before I could ask what's for lunch, he had already closed the bedroom door.

I packed up and went downstairs, just in time to meet Aunt Jane downstairs going out.She wore a garnet red printed long dress today, her hair should have been permed, and every curly hair is very graceful, when I saw it, I laughed and trembled:

"Xiao He, let's go grocery shopping, with Auntie!"

I looked down at my clothes, obviously more like a high-level social elite who went to the company to work overtime on weekends.

Aunt Jane is my vegetable friend, and we have been shopping together for more than half a year.She is in her early sixties this year.The original partner had passed away long ago, and she married again a few years ago, living with an old man.She has a daughter, but she doesn't come here very often. I only see her a few times. I don't remember her face clearly, but she recognizes people when she sees her.I bought some soft ribs, and Aunt Jian recommended this pork shop, saying that his meat is the freshest, so I often have to get up early, caught in the pile of colorful aunts, just to buy two taels without water fresh pork.

After buying the pork ribs, I bought half a catty of live shrimp, and Aunt Jian asked, "Is there a visitor?"

I said yes, and Aunt Jane was also very happy, saying that her daughter would come tomorrow, and she would start preparations today.I happened to run into a grape seller pushing a cart, and she tasted a few grapes nonchalantly in front of the boss, saying they were sweet, and persuaded me to buy a bunch too.

She filled the trolley to the brim, and when I was crossing the road, I pushed the trolley for her, and I heard her ask: "I don't seem to see you coming home very often. Is your family here today?"

I said, "It's a friend."

Aunt Jane nodded and didn't say anything else, she just told me to go back and see my parents when I have time.Halfway there, she suddenly pointed to a bakery: "The biscuits from this store are delicious, I'll go buy some."

In the end, she came out with two packs of butter cookies, and insisted that I take one pack back: "When I was young, I ate as much as I wanted and played as much as I wanted. When my old man is old, I can only watch if I want to eat."

Seems to make sense.

It was nine o'clock when I got home, and I took my things into the kitchen to tidy up.The pork ribs were chopped into pieces, washed back and forth two or three times, tossed away the blood and greasy, then poured cooking wine, kneaded it, and boiled it in a pot.Cut the ginger slices and scallions, add tangerine peel and bay leaves, and pour them into the water to cook.

I washed the half-dead shrimp with water several times and put them in the basin to sink sand.All the vegetables I bought were freed up, the grapes were half-washed, put in a big bowl, and placed on the dining table outside, and then I came back to peel the shrimp.

Mr. Meng is better than me at cooking aquatic products like fish, shellfish, shrimp and crab. I think these things are too fishy, ​​so I usually just eat them instead of cooking them.The shrimps are peeled, and the shrimp lines are cleaned and floating in the water. The water in the pot has been boiling for a long time, so I hurriedly scooped up the ribs and put them on a plate to dry, then sprinkled them with salt and black pepper to marinate them, and poured out all the oily soup. Lose.

The rest can be done later, I took the time to collect the clothes hanging on the balcony and put them on the sofa.A few days ago, the rain was so heavy that it threatened to flood the city, but today it finally stopped, with a drop of nearly ten degrees, and when the wind blew, it seemed like it was autumn.The sky was still very cloudy, with clouds hanging on the wall, green in color, looking down from the balcony, there were puddles of water on the ground, like countless pieces of broken glass, which made people's eyes freeze.

The house was cleaned yesterday, and there was nothing to do, so I turned on the TV, turned it to silent, and switched to the paid movie channel.Whenever this happens, I feel that money is a good thing.

It was "The Lover" on TV. I had only watched the second half of this movie, and I didn't have much impression. It happened to be just the beginning, but I didn't watch it at all.

After No.40 gave up the idea of ​​going to the bedroom to see Mr. Meng for the second time, I realized that it was a quarter past ten and hurried to the kitchen to cut pumpkins.The pumpkin was steaming in the pot, and he was cutting celery, when he suddenly remembered that it was time to wake Mr. Meng, walked back to the living room, and found that it was only 5 minutes before eleven o'clock.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the room with the tightly drawn curtains was dark. I yelled twice, but there was no movement on the bed, so I raised my voice and yelled:

"Meng Qiansheng!"

The bulge on the bed moved, and Mr. Meng raised his head with difficulty. He was probably awakened by the way I was holding a kitchen knife. He sat up suddenly and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's eleven o'clock." I said, "I forgot to call you. Is there anything else you need to do?"

He didn't wake up yet, he just shook his head.I went back to the kitchen with peace of mind and continued to cut my hob.

As I cut to the peppers, I heard the bathroom faucet shut.After a while, Mr. Meng leaned against the sliding door of the kitchen with a glass of white water in his hand.

I said: "There are biscuits on the table, the grapes have been washed, and the milk is in the refrigerator. If you want to drink, you can beat it in the microwave."

He took two biscuits and ate them, then walked in with another one, and fed it to my mouth, seeing the shrimp floating in the water: "Eat boiled shrimp?"

"Stir-fried with cashew nuts and celery." I said vaguely.

He took another look at the pot and said with emotion: "It's better to come back."

I mixed minced garlic, crushed tempeh, and diced chili into the ribs with light soy sauce, and he took it and put it in the steamer.The cutting boards and kitchen knives were rinsed in the sink, and I said, "Your big brother company still abuses employees and deducts meals?"

"I eat boiled chicken breasts and broccoli all day long. I have nothing else to eat but cook it myself. Sister Yi eats smoked fish and pasta pizza twice in three days. She has gained ten catties in the past six months." He wrapped his hand around my back Lower abdomen, pinching like a donkey, "Are you fat? I think it's the same as before I left."

"I didn't call it."

As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Meng's mobile phone on the dining table suddenly vibrated non-stop. He went out and connected the phone.

"dad."

I turned on the mung bean soup and walked into the dining room. Mr. Meng listened to the phone and handed me the paper bag of biscuits: "Well, there are ten days off."

I chewed on the biscuit, and the crumbs filled my mouth like sand.

"Yes, I'll be back tomorrow."

"No, just eat at home."

"Not today." He paused for a while, the other end of the phone seemed to be talking about something, he suddenly glanced at me, "I'm with He Yujun."

"Okay, let's talk about it another day. Well, I know."

After hanging up the phone, we were dull for a moment in tacit understanding. He first asked me: "What are you going to do this afternoon?"

"Look at you." I took him over and kissed him, "It will probably rain in the afternoon."

"Then at home."

He answered vaguely.

The steamer protested loudly impatiently, and the lid rattled against the steam. It was estimated that the water was almost evaporated, so Mr. Meng withdrew his hand from under my T-shirt.

I let him go, moved my butt from the corner of the dining table, ignored the bloody little brother in the crotch, chased after him and kissed him on the tip of the nose.Mr. Meng smiled now, his lips red and his teeth white. He buttoned the top of his linen shirt with one hand and said, "I'll turn off the fire."

I nodded and calmed down in the dining room for a while.When I entered the kitchen, Mr. Meng had already fried the shrimps. I asked him to take out the dishes. All the pots and bowls were soaked in the sink, and I brought the cooled lily pumpkin to the outside.

The thick aroma of pork ribs in black bean sauce fills the room, the mung bean soup is still a little hot, the fried shrimps are thin and tender, like red jade balls, the cashew nuts are tender and golden, the celery is light and shiny, and the water head is quite full.

Next time you can cut some red peppercorns.I think.

Ordinarily we haven't seen each other for nearly half a year, so we should have talked a lot, but I didn't have any desire to talk, so I just stared at him in a daze.

"What are you looking at me for?" he asked.

"Dinner." I said.

He laughed again.This man has a deadly laugh.

Just after eating, it really started raining outside again.Mr. Meng washed the dishes, and I brewed two cups of green tea. The tea leaves were rewarded by Boss Zhou.

The sky was as dark as dusk, the curtains in the bedroom were half drawn, only the screen of the desktop computer on the desk was on, and "Casablanca" was playing.

We sat on the bed and watched.Watching movies in bed in the bedroom is definitely a gimmick, and I don't know why we're still playing this prudish game.Maybe there was a moment at the beginning when we really wanted to watch the movie.

However, before the melancholy hero can say the classic lines, Mr. Meng and I have already rolled into a ball on the bed.The rain outside the window should be getting heavier and heavier, but at this time I can't hear anything in my ears, except for the violent panting and Mr. Meng's heartbeat, everything else is as far away as a faint world in a glass cover.