Soon, a woman came in. This woman was tall and looked somewhat similar to Li Muji. She was Li Muji's fifth sister, Li Muqian, and she opened this coffee shop.
After Li Muji turned 35, he was promoted faster than he was effective. He was promoted to one level almost every year. In less than 10 years, he was a provincial and ministerial cadre. Now he has been promoted again. He knows that his father's role is greater than his effectiveness. There are three sons and two sons in the Li family.
Female, he is the eldest son, the fourth son opened the Li Ji Club, the third son went abroad, and the second son is involved in politics like him, but it is difficult to become a great person, and the burden of the Li family will be on him in the future.
What saddens the old man the most is that the fourth generation of the Li family [counting from his father's father] has no talents and no one can inherit the Li family. When the old man heard that his son had an illegitimate child, he asked his son to bring him to see.
Li Muqian came in and looked at her eldest brother and said, "Why, Xiao Hong didn't agree?"
Li Muji shook his head and said: "This matter is not easy to handle. I am a cadre of ooo. No one can know about this matter. If there is any news, my political future will be over."
The rain in October fell softly, melancholy, lightly and quietly. The night was all round, the sky was dark and the earth was hazy, and the distance and distance were desolate.
A bleak little street in a bleak big city.
There was only one pale street lamp after a long time, and the bodies of a few pedestrians were stretched and swayed by the street lamps.
Xiao Hong left Li Ji Club and walked to this small street.
This is the place where she and Li Muji got to know each other. In the blink of an eye, it’s been 21 years. This is a culturally protected street in this city, and there haven’t been many changes.
Xiao Hong stopped in front of a house with mottled walls.
Xiao Hong looked up and down this old temple-like house, stretched out her hand to touch the moss growing in the cracks of the bricks, and then knocked on the copper rings on the two huge fir door panels.
After a while, the door creaked open a crack.
There was a dim light like the moon in the room.
The old man who opened the door recognized the visitor in the dim light and said, "Xiao Hong, why are you here today?"
Xiao Hong smiled and said: "Aunt, can't I come and see you?"
The old man stepped aside and closed the heavy creaking door again.
Two pots of water were simmering on the two coal stoves next to the two doors.
The old men, who couldn't tell the difference between men and women for a while, stopped playing mahjong and stared dully at the visitors coming upstairs with their cloudy eyes.
The stairs seemed narrower and darker than before.
The armrest was cold and slippery, like a frozen snake.
Xiao Hong climbed up step by step.
The stairwell trembled, like a woman's moan in "The Ring".
She took the old man's hat, flicked the fine rain particles on the woolen fabric, and said, "This is rain."
She took a dry towel and gently whipped her clothes, from collar to trousers.
She moved two vaguely colored Taishi chairs with peeling patent leather and placed them on both sides of the stove. She said, "Auntie, you sit down, I'll do it."
Make tea.”
The old man sat down.
Xiao Hong brought a tray and took off the tea towel covering the tray.
There is a Yixing pottery pot, two pottery cups, and a pottery pot on the tray.
She heated the clay pot with boiling water and poured out the boiling water. She picked up an ivory bone teaspoon from the clay pot and put a few spoonfuls of tea leaves into the clay pot. Then she filled the pot with boiling water again and closed the lid tightly.
After a while, she picked up the water bottle again and slowly poured boiling water all over the pot.
The purple-red pottery and a pair of small, pale hands look like a rare and precious flower blooming slowly.
The old man asked: "That man wants a child from you."
Xiao Hong didn't say anything. She made tea calmly, with her hands and eyes in focus.
The aroma of tea comes out.
She poured a cup of tea for the old man and placed a plate of the famous snacks in the alleys of this big city that the old man loved.
The old man took a sip of tea and said: "I have known that one day, in the eyes of men, children are the most important, and women, to some men, are just their playthings."
Xiao Hong said: "I will not give him the child. He is a government official. He dare not force it."
The old man said: "My child, you are totally wrong to think this way. Sometimes these people do things that even ghosts would not dare to do. My child, you'd better be careful."
