[Decisive Battle in the Illusion of Soul Cultivation] Living Expenses【97】
Later in the evening, Xu Zhisen checked into a brightly lit five-star hotel. He stayed in a suite, declined dinner, and arranged work for tomorrow. Everyone dispersed, leaving him alone.
Washing his face in front of the bathroom mirror, Xu Zhisen touched his hair with his hands and took the opportunity to pull out a white hair. Although he also lost two black hairs at the same time - he failed to pull it out correctly.
He walked to the sofa and sat down, opened the box, and took out a small leather book from it. He opened a few pages and there was a name written in red on it, called Huang Zhongjian. He still kept in touch with his old man from more than twenty years ago.
classmate.
Xu Zhisen picked up the phone and dialed the number. The call was quickly connected: "Hello, Zhongjian, this is Xu Zhisen, I'm back."
Huang Zhongjian's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Have you seen your son?"
"No."
"Wanfen didn't go either?"
"I waited at the airport for a while, but I didn't see anyone." Xu Zhisen tried very hard to speak in a calm voice.
Huang Zhongjian paused on the phone for a moment, and then said: "I told Wanfen everything you said."
"Ah, thank you. It's getting late, sorry for bothering you." Xu Zhisen no longer wanted to discuss the matter.
"Let's have dinner together some other time. We haven't seen each other for more than 20 years," Huang Zhongjian said.
"good."
"Then--" Huang Zhongjian didn't know what to say.
"Zhongjian, if it's convenient, tell Wanfen that I want to treat the two of them to a meal." Xu Zhisen suddenly regained his composure and said in his usual unyielding voice.
"I will definitely convey it."
"Thank you, Zhongjian."
"You should rest, Zhisen."
"Okay, Zhongjian, please." Xu Zhisen put down the phone, found a cigarette, lit it, coughed, put out the cigarette, stood up, walked two steps around the room in confusion, and then walked out the door.
Xu Zhisen was walking on the streets of Beijing late at night. He saw some street scenes, some shops, cars, and pedestrians from all over the world. His expression was a little sad. He was almost fifty. He was alone.
It is natural for people who get off the plane and walk alone to be attacked by loneliness. He left this city with all his life more than 20 years ago. Now, he is back. He is a stranger, but there is something in his heart.
Apart from business, he had another mission in Beijing. It was a very important private matter, especially for him, a bachelor in his late fifties and a successful man.
Bringing up old stories again
One morning a few days after Xu Zhisen returned, Lu Tao was sleeping when the doorbell rang.
Lu Tao hurriedly got up, put on a pair of jeans and ran to open the door. Standing at the door was Lin Wanfen, which surprised Lu Tao. Fortunately, Charlene went home yesterday.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Lin Wanfen walked into the room: "What time is it? Why don't you get up?"
Lu Tao puts on his shirt.
Lin Wanfen took out an envelope from her pocket: "Lu Tao, this is what Lu Yaxun asked me to send to you."
Lu Tao wanted to push away, but Lin Wanfen held his hand down and said, "Wait until you get to work!"
Lu Tao took it and it was his living expenses.
Lin Wanfen took out another envelope: "This is what I gave you. Look at your clothes. You need to buy a decent set of clothes to find a job. Look at you, who will want you!"
"I really don't need it." Lu Tao wanted to push back. He felt it was a bit shameful to still accept help from his family.
"You're not independent yet! What's the matter, do you want to draw a clear line between you and your family?"
"Okay, I'll lend you this money, and you'll pay it back after work - I'll take you downstairs."
"Don't try to force me to leave, I still have things to do." Lin Wanfen said.
"What is it that makes you miss work and come to me? The leader of your unit--"
"Stop talking nonsense - didn't I bring you money? Do you want to starve to death?"
"Well, I was wrong."
Lin Wanfen stopped talking.
Lu Tao made a playful smile and said, "Mom, who among us is following who--"
Lin Wanfen glared at Lu Tao and sighed again.
"Mom, do you want a divorce? You have found the right person for this matter. A person like Lu Yaxun can live in a small room with a single lamp. Don't worry about him. I fully support any new decisions you make, big or small!"
"
"Sit down!"
"I just want to get you a glass of water."
"Need not."
"Mom, tell me everything. I fully support it. Who makes you my mother?"
Lu Tao always understood her best. From the moment she walked in, he knew what she was going to say. Lin Wanfen smiled: "Is this what you said?"