We met again in the vast sea of people, but time had passed.
He still looks like he did when he was a piano teacher at my house, wearing a white casual jacket, light blue jeans, white sneakers, handsome and sunny, just like before.
And I, as the proprietress of a small Malatang shop, no longer have any trace of the softness in my body that I had when I sat in the living room and listened to him playing the piano.
At that time, I had fair skin, stylish hair, stylish clothes, and a faint smile on my face. I sat next to him and listened to him quietly playing beautiful piano music.
At this time, in order to make it easier for me to work, I must be dressed in the most dirty and simple way. My hair has not been styled for several months, and it is tied tightly behind my head with a hair tie. In order to prevent being
It was messed up by the wind and tied up with a hairpin. She looked like she was forty years old.
He was wearing the most ordinary khaki work clothes, with a large apron covering his chest. Because of the work, there were inevitably some oil stains on it.
Dressed like this, I am no different from any aunt selling snacks on the street.
However, he still recognized me at a glance in the crowd. Is this a kind of fate? Or is it a debt?
Ye Xing was holding a white plastic bag in his hand, with something in it. It looked like he was going shopping and passing by.
When I finally raised my eyes to look at him, he had been staring at me for a long time. When my eyes met, all kinds of complicated emotions flashed through his eyes, including embarrassment, guilt, and some indescribable things.
Seeing me looking up at him now, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to me or say hello, but when he saw the bone-chilling coldness and strong hostility in my eyes, he quietly closed his mouth,
Nothing was said.
I just stared at him silently, with a layer of disdain gradually appearing in my frosty eyes.
I can't forget everything he did to me, and I can't forget that he was just a pawn placed by my ex-husband to get evidence of my cheating.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile secretly in my heart. I was so naive before, thinking that he would be different, thinking that he was really as considerate and chivalrous as he appeared on the surface, thinking that he really understood me.
He felt sorry for me, and everything he said was for my sake. Looking back now, it all seemed like a joke. In fact, every word he said was instructed by my ex-husband Deng Wenliang, and it may even be a joint effort between them.
Comes from discussion.
He is just a college student in his early twenties. He may like all the luxuries that young boys like, and he may also want to court the girl he likes. However, because of his special family environment, he does not have the extra funds to do what he wants.
Therefore, he accepted Deng Wenliang's commission and became a pawn in Deng Wenliang's hands for tens of thousands of yuan.
In fact, this is the simplest truth. This boy who I once thought was different is no different from the other vain and hesitant boys at this age. They want good things, but there is not enough yet.
I have the ability to obtain these things, so I want to take some shortcuts. This is a mistake that everyone will make more or less when they are young. It is only my fault that I lived in my thirties in vain because I naively thought that someone at his age
A boy will show true love to me.
Thinking of this, I smiled faintly, lowered my head, continued to do the work in my hands, and ignored him standing not far from my stall.
Ye Xing just stood there silently, watching a market lady selling Malatang working quickly. He wanted to go up and talk to her, but he didn't have the courage yet, so he just lingered there and didn't leave for a long time.
.
I never looked at him again, let alone ignored him, because I no longer had the slightest relationship with him.
He was entrusted by others and completed the mission assigned to him. At the same time, I also saw clearly the truth of his feelings for me. It was just an illusory smoke bomb. After the smoke dissipated, nothing was left.
As the saying goes, the greatest sorrow is to give up, and when a woman has given up, she will see many truths in the world and no longer have any nostalgia for those vain things.
I didn't look in the direction of Ye Xing's station again, so I didn't know when he left.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, Xiaomei and I started to call it a day after a busy day.
After putting away the things and closing the shop, I first accompanied Xiaomei to the door of the small house she rented nearby. For safety reasons, I arranged for Xiaomei to live in a nearby rental house, which was mostly rented to migrant workers.
White-collar workers or college students living together.
I myself still live in the house that Haichao helped me find, because after all, I have a lot of personal belongings after my divorce. Unlike a working girl like Xiaomei who can easily go out to work, it is not very convenient to rent a rental cabin casually.
, and the biggest disadvantage of that kind of hut is that it is not very soundproof. Generally, young people with good energy don't care much. They can still sleep even if the TV and music are played loudly next door. But at my age, I must find it after a tiring day.
Find a relatively quiet place to rest so that you have enough energy to start work the next day.
Xiaomei is only twenty years old, and she is at the age where she is as beautiful as a flower. In fact, I suggested that she live with me at first, because my bedroom is just a double bed, and it is perfectly fine for two women to live together.
But the little girl refused to say anything. She probably felt that living with me was a bit restrictive, so I helped her rent a house near the store.
That house was self-built by the residents at that time, and the people living there were relatively simple. The landlord was a middle-aged woman, and she was a very nice person.
Every night after get off work, I would personally deliver Xiaomei to the cabin she rented. After all, I was the one who invited her, and I was responsible for the little girl’s safety. Only when I saw her walking into the cabin safely did I feel relieved. Leave and take the bus to my house.
My residence is not far from this store. It takes about six or seven stops by bus, which takes more than half an hour. The late bus runs until eleven o'clock in the evening, which is more suitable for my work rhythm. Moreover, the most important thing is that I live like this.
In the independent unit, you can effectively relax your body and mind after a tiring day, and it is also very convenient to take a bath. Xiaomei usually comes to my place to take a bath.
Today, after I dropped Xiaomei outside the rental house, I hurriedly walked toward the bus stop next to the road.
Just as I was walking forward quickly, I suddenly noticed a figure flashing out in front of me. I hurriedly stopped and took a closer look under the light of the street lamp. It was Ye Xing.
I was very surprised at that time. I thought he had left long ago, but I didn't expect that he was still here. It seemed that he had not gone far in the past few hours, but was just hanging around here.
The moment I saw his figure, I was very surprised, and then this surprise was replaced by a boundless anger.
What else does he want to do? Doesn't he think he hurt me deeply enough? Although the whole incident was planned by Deng Wenliang, without Ye Xing, a very confusing chess piece, I wouldn't have fallen into the trap so easily.
Thinking of this, I didn't want to have anything to do with the boy in front of me, so I walked around him and strode forward.
But he took two steps to catch up with me, grabbed my arm, and asked hurriedly with some stuttering: "How are you doing... lately?"
I threw his arm away and replied to him with a sneer: "Are you okay? Don't you see it in your eyes? Besides, what does it have to do with whether I am living well now or not?" Saying this last sentence
, I tilted my head slightly, squinting into his eyes, my voice full of ice and snow.
I saw him hanging his head in embarrassment, as if he looked a little guilty. At that moment I sneered in my heart, would he also feel guilty? Unfortunately, now I don't accept this at all. In his eyes, this is so-called
Feeling guilty is of no use to me and has no meaning.
So I pointed at the bridge of his nose and warned him sternly: "Don't bother me again! And don't let me see you again, do you hear me?"
Hearing this sonorous and powerful threat, he raised his head and pursed his lips twice, but in the end he made no sound.
Seeing his bearish look, I sneered again, turned around and strode towards the bus stop.
Sitting in the bus, I felt weak. I had dreamed of him countless times in nightmares before, dreaming of his young and handsome face. I pointed at the bridge of his nose and scolded him loudly.
How shameless to do such a thing for money...
But every time I wake up, I realize that it was just a dream.
Today, I can finally rebuke him loudly in front of him. Ordinarily, I should feel happy in my heart, but unfortunately, I don't feel this way at the moment, only a sense of emptiness after extreme anger.
In fact, I know very well that he and Deng Wenliang are both scum. A mature man who can frame his own wife for money, and a young boy who can help others frame his wife for money. Such two men.
, not a scumbag or what?
Therefore, seeing this hypocritical and hypocritical face in front of him should make me feel sick, because no matter how hypocritical he is, he can't make up for the harm I suffered before.
He does this just because he is still young and his psychological quality is not that good yet. In other words, he is not used to being a villain yet, so he will have a little struggle in his heart.
But this does not mean that he has changed his ways. Think about what he said to me with sweet words. Think about the fact that he installed a pinhole camera at our date place and gave the video of the two of us making love to Deng Wenliang in exchange for tens of thousands of dollars.
With Yuan Qian's face, there is nothing about this person that deserves my forgiveness.
But why do I still feel so uncomfortable? Have I really shown my true feelings?