In the evening, Ye Xing came to my place. At that time, it was completely dark. I had already prepared meals and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV programs boredly while waiting for him to come back.
Ye Xing opened the door with a key, because the TV was on and because I was thinking about something, so I didn't notice him until he walked up to me.
Seeing me looking thoughtful, Ye Xing put down the coat in his hand with a smile, sat next to me and asked me: "What's wrong?"
I smiled at him, the smile was a little bitter, and said lightly: "Nothing." Then I asked him, "Why are you back so late today?"
Ye Xing smiled at me and said, "I have to make up some extra classes for a few students today, so I'm a little late." Then he added, "The principal gave me extra classes, and I will have to teach one more course in the future, so every afternoon
I can’t come back so early anymore, but this way, my income will also increase.”
When he talked about the increase in income, Ye Xing's eyes were bright. I looked at him and smiled, and said softly: "That's a good thing." Then I stood up on his shoulders and said to him, "Go wash your hands quickly."
Come on, I'll heat up the food."
He stood up with a smile and went to the bathroom.
I heated up the two dishes that had been fried. At this time, Ye Xing, who had washed his hands, came over and brought a soup that I had cooked to the table. When I brought the two dishes over, he had already
The rice bowls for me and him were filled with rice, and we sat down to enjoy our dinner.
During the meal, Ye Xing asked me: "What do you think of the city of Zhuhe?"
Zhuhe is a small and medium-sized city more than 400 miles away from this city, with a population of about three million. It has very good customs and a beautiful environment.
Now when I heard Ye Xing mention this city, I casually replied while chewing my food: "It's not bad, the environment is pretty good."
Seeing what I said, Ye Xing immediately became interested and asked me, "Have you been there?"
I nodded and replied: "I have been there before. I have traveled to several famous scenic spots over there with my family and friends before."
"Oh?" Ye Xing asked me with interest, "You don't have any relatives or friends there, do you?"
I looked at him and said, "No," and then asked him, "What's wrong?"
Ye Xing smiled and then explained to me: "Because a classmate of mine went to Zhuhe City for development. I met him today at school. He introduced the situation there. I feel that the city is very good. According to him
He said that because that city is an emerging city, there are more young and middle-aged residents with children, and their incomes are relatively stable, so it is more suitable for opening art training schools. You know that parents nowadays hope that their children will become successful, even if they do not expect their children to become pianists and artists.
And so on, but I also hope that they will receive the influence in this field from an early age, because it will be good for their children’s future growth, so many parents from wealthy families do not hesitate to spend money in this area. My classmate knows that I will start an art business in the future
I was planning to train a school and suggested that I develop there. Although Zhuhe City is not as big or as developed as this city, it has its advantages as a small city. First, the housing prices are low, and the transportation is also convenient. If
If we go there to develop, consumption in all aspects will be reduced. In short, it will be very suitable for life."
Listening to Ye Xing's introduction, I was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly and asked him: "Do you really want to develop there?"
Ye Xing said to me seriously: "Yes," and then gave me an example, "Look, you have no relatives and friends there, and neither do I, so when we get there we can live as we want without worrying about being picked on by acquaintances.
I recognized him and asked him about it. Besides, housing prices there are cheap. We rent a house to open an art training school, and the cost is also low. When we save enough money in the future, it will be relatively cheaper to buy a house."
I looked at Ye Xing's serious expression and felt very complicated in my heart. He was indeed making practical plans for our future, but as a young man, could those beautiful ideas really be realized?
I gently stirred the rice in the bowl with my chopsticks, remained silent for a moment, and said sincerely to Ye Xing: "Let's talk about the next step. For now, you should work hard."
Ye Xing smiled and nodded at me, and I smiled brightly at him, and then refilled his bowl with soup.
***
After dinner, we cuddled together and watched TV. I rested my head on Ye Xing's shoulder and asked him softly: "Ye Xing, if you don't go back to your hometown and develop your career outside, isn't your father worried?"
Ye Xing moved his eyes from the TV, glanced at me, and replied calmly: "Oh, you also know that after my father married his second wife, he focused all his energy on his second wife and the son they had.
He doesn't care about me, so it doesn't matter to him whether I go back or not."
Listening to Ye Xing's bland narration, I said "Oh" softly, but I was a little puzzled, because generally fathers value their eldest son more, and even if he remarries and has a son, he will not completely abandon his original son.
His son is indifferent.
Of course, there are all kinds of weird people and weird things in this world, and there is indeed an old rumor that every stepmother has a stepfather, so it is possible that Ye Xing's father is indifferent to him, and it is possible that their fathers have a cold and distant relationship.
I asked Ye Xing again: "What about your mother? Since she divorced your father, has she not cared about you?"
Speaking of his mother, Ye Xing's expression became a little sentimental. He was silent for a moment, and then told me in a low voice: "When my father divorced my mother, his lover was pregnant, but he was not sure whether his lover was pregnant.
A boy or a girl, so he refused to let me go with my mother, because I am a son after all. So my mother went to a city in the south alone, and never contacted us again."
I was even more puzzled. Generally, mothers miss their children very much. This feeling is just like the feeling I have for Tongtong. Even if she didn’t come with me after her father and I divorced, I still have to be able to see her often.
In front of her, I know how she is doing, so that I can rest assured. How could it be possible that after divorcing a man, this mother would go away from home and ignore her children because her children were with him?
It's really hard for me to understand what Ye Xing's mother did, because I feel that what she did was not the way ordinary people should behave.
"Oh," I responded calmly, and then asked Ye Xing, "How old were you when they divorced?"
Ye Xing touched his nose and replied with an indifferent expression: "That year, I was fourteen years old."
Later, we didn’t continue this topic because I felt that Ye Xing’s emotions had been obviously enveloped in sadness by me asking this question. I didn’t want to expose the scars and pain in his heart, so I stopped there.
But it still left a little doubt in my heart.
***
I have a small bookshelf, which contains many precious books that I have collected over the years, including classical literature, Western masterpieces, poetry collections and essays, as well as books on plant cultivation, beauty and health care, antique collection, etc.
This is also Ye Xing's favorite place in my house. When he has nothing to do, he will run to this small bookshelf and look through it to see if there are any books he likes.
One night, he stood in front of my bookshelf, holding a collection of foreign poems and reciting slowly. Seeing his serious expression of shaking his head, I just thought it was both cute and ridiculous.
He recited to me: "Love melts anger, just like sunlight melts icicles. In the spiritual realm, true love can continue to produce miracles. Seeing beauty in the unbeautiful, isn't this 'love'?"
Our hearts are like a mine of emotions, love is gold and hate is iron."
I smiled and asked him: "Whose poem is this?"
Ye Xing replied to me: "It's from Balzac!"
I smiled lightly and said, "Oh, no wonder I haven't heard of it before."
Ye Xing put down the collection of poems and asked me mysteriously: "Actually, my name also comes from a poem. Do you know which poem it comes from?"
I stared at his cheek, thought for a while, and then said to him: "It should be "The Sapphire Case" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, right?"
Ye Xing looked at me with wide eyes and asked me in disbelief: "How did you know?"
I smiled and recited the poem: "The east wind blows flowers on thousands of trees at night, and they blow down. Stars are like rain, BMWs and cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns the light, and fish and dragons dance all night. Moths
The golden wisps of snow willows, filled with laughter and fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place." Then he clasped his fingers and said slowly to Ye Xing, "Look, there is a night inside.
There is also a star. I immediately thought of your name Ye Xing, so you said your name came from a poem, so I thought of this poem."
Ye Xing looked at me steadily, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes. After a long time, he nodded slightly at me, pointed at me with a smile and murmured: "You are such a woman, it's not easy, I made you guess right away.
arrive."
I smiled proudly and replied, "Huh, what's this?" Then I asked him, "Who gave you this name?"
Ye Xing's eyes flickered, and he replied calmly: "Oh, he is a highly respected... elder. She gave me this name from this poem. Ye and my last name have the same pronunciation, so I was named
My parents adopted it.”
I nodded slowly and said, "Oh, so that's it..."
Ye Xing came closer to me as if he was interested, lowered his head and smiled at me and said: "I didn't expect you to be so smart? You can actually think of this poem at once..."
I also imitated the way he shook his head just now, and boasted in a pretentious manner: "Humph, there are many things that are not simple about me?"
The smile in Ye Xing's eyes deepened. He hugged me and asked softly in my ear: "Oh? Then I would like to know, what other things about you are not simple? For example... on the bed?"