For a month in a row, he would come to the teahouse at the same time, drink a pot of tea, listen to stories for a while, and then leave.
I know his name, but I like to call him.
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I treat him differently from others.
Although he comes every day, I noticed that he is not happy.
I know him, Ye Zhenfei, and this is what he told me. I don’t even know where he lives or what he does. I only know his name.
In recent days, he was in a bad mood every time he came to the teahouse.
His face seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, making him a little gloomy.
He was not happy, and I was not happy following him. When he came, even though I was standing elsewhere and chatting with others, my eyes would look at him from time to time.
He didn't know what he was thinking about, he always stared at one place for a long time.
Even if he is unhappy, there is always a smile on his lips.
"Xiao Min, you like him, right?"
Suddenly an old man sitting opposite me said:
I was suddenly asked this question, and I couldn't answer it for a moment, and my face turned red. Fortunately, he was thinking about something and didn't hear me, otherwise I would really be embarrassed to see anyone.
The group of old people sitting there were all laughing, and I felt like my face was about to fall to the ground.
"Girl, if you like it, go for it."
But I hesitated, "He has a family."
"Oh?" An old man who often drinks tea at my place said with some regret, "I wish we had met before we were married, Xiao Min, you are too late to meet me."
Is it too late to meet?
I asked myself, if it were five years ago, would it still be too late?
We didn't talk for long, but I fell in love with someone just based on these things. It was a bit too hasty.
The thing I want to do most is to install a switch in my heart, so that when I don't want to love, I won't love anymore.
So, I decided to close the door.
The street of teahouses is already very old. The government has introduced new policies. This area will be expropriated and the houses will be demolished. Of course, my teahouse is no exception.
This teahouse has been passed down by my family for five generations. I have been staying at this place because I want to keep this bit of family property and not let it decline in my own hands.
However, my heart has fallen.
One day, I suddenly had the idea to snatch him away no matter what.
This kind of thought makes me feel terrible. How could I have such evil thoughts?
So, I decided to leave.
After the government expropriated the land for my family's teahouse, they lost some money. After adding my savings from the teahouse over the past few years, I left here.
I once thought about what I would do if I didn't open a teahouse.
I went to study architectural design. It took a lot of hard work to learn this, but I felt that I could bear the hard work.
After my grandfather left, I have been taking care of myself.
Sometimes when I get sick, I just grit my teeth and get over it. Fortunately, I don't get sick often and I can endure hardships.
My dream is to design a house for myself when I grow up.
There is sunshine, the fragrance of flowers, and most importantly, it feels like home.
How can a woman's life be considered complete?
Are you married? Have children? Have a husband?
Is it considered complete?
Then my life is really not satisfactory at all.
When I, thirty-four years old, stood alone behind the demolished teahouse and built an urban shopping mall, I was filled with emotion.
Over the past ten years, a lot has changed here.
This area has become a bustling commercial city, with a dazzling array of products keeping up with the trends of the times, but I feel a little sad.
I am still the same as I was back then, standing where I am.
As if waiting for something.
I also asked myself what I was waiting for.
They all say that I am very beautiful. Even though I am thirty-four years old and have always been single, I still have many suitors behind me, including young talents.
After installing that switch, my heart and my emotions were also turned off.
At the age of thirty-four, I have fulfilled my dream. I finally designed a house for myself. Every place in it was designed by me myself, and the furniture and layout inside were all placed according to my requirements.
There is sunshine and the fragrance of flowers, but it never smells like home.
On this day, after I came to the demolished urban mall again, the air was a little dull, and soon it started pouring rain. As soon as I turned around, I saw him in the crowd, and suddenly I stood in the rain and cried. , tears and rain mixed together, I even cried loudly, like a little girl, crying very sadly.
Tears blurred my vision, and he didn't even look at me. He held an elegant woman in his arms, got into the car, and drove away.
Only then did I remember that he probably didn't know that there was someone secretly loving him in a corner.
She wanted to step forward and ask him if the tea she made was delicious?
But she didn't have the courage to step forward, and the tenderness in his eyes would only be revealed to the person in his arms.
I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and I have been reluctant to come back to see him, but his appearance has always been imprinted in my mind, and I have not forgotten it, but become more and more clear.
The switch that I had kept in my heart for more than ten years suddenly turned on.
I don't have many dreams.
Because grandpa said, people should not be too greedy, greedy for small things and lose big things.
The car that left suddenly drove back. He got out of the car, went inside, and came out after a while, holding a women's bag in his hand.
I still stood awkwardly in the rain, watching him walk out.
He passed me by, and I couldn't help but call him, "Ye Zhenfei!"
I have never called this name in front of him. I have called it so many times in my heart that I can’t even count.
He turned around and looked at me with some confusion, "Miss, are you calling me?"
I was very close to him, and he didn't change much. He just had some fine lines at the corners of his eyes. He still had a smile at the corners of his mouth, which looked really nice.
He looked at me, but I suddenly didn't know what to say.
It turns out that he no longer recognizes me.
I have been struggling with him for more than ten years, but he has already forgotten me.
For a moment, I felt a lot of sadness and grievance in my heart, and my eyes were sore.
"Oh, it's nothing, I admitted my mistake."
I said a little incoherently.
Fortunately, it was raining and I was standing in the rain awkwardly, so he couldn't see me crying.
He turned around and was about to leave. After thinking for a while, he turned back and walked towards me and handed me the umbrella in his hand. "Miss, being exposed to the rain is not good for your health. Go home early and drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold." Otherwise you will catch a cold."
I held the umbrella he handed me and watched him walk to the car not far away. A coquettish female voice came, "What's going on? Here's your umbrella. It's raining so hard. Why don't you use an umbrella?"
"Let's go." He responded calmly.
The car drove off again.
I stood a little messy in the rain, but the scene just now was playing in my mind. He walked towards me with a smile and handed me the umbrella. The moment his fingers touched, my heart skipped a beat and my mind skipped a beat. There has always been his fatal smile.
I returned to the home I just moved to. There was sunshine and the fragrance of flowers, but the atmosphere of home was missing.
I suddenly wanted to have a family and have children.
I suddenly wanted to give him a child, I just wanted to give him a child.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I never wanted to disrupt his life, he was just a child.