While we were talking, the woman in the white coat had slowly approached. Our car was parked on the roadside at the intersection between East Street and West Street. The distance was not too far, and people with good eyesight could see clearly.
.I stared at the woman intently. She was exactly what I thought. She was probably in her forties. The white coat made her look more eye-catching in the crowd. Maybe Brother Wen meant to let me recognize her at a glance.
come out.
Kuang Haige watched for a while until the woman crossed the street and walked into West Street. He shook his head and said, "I don't know her. I've never seen her before."
"Are you sure?" I asked him, covering the phone's mouthpiece.
"I'm sure, I haven't seen her before." Kuang Haige's answer was very affirmative. If this woman was really an important person and Kuang Haige had seen her, he would not forget her.
"What's next?" I let go of the phone and asked Brother Wen.
"She walks very slowly. If you can keep up, she will find a place to sit. You can sit with her for a while and talk a few words." Brother Wen added: "I don't want to cause any trouble in this matter.
It’s not pleasant, so let your friend’s people calm down. If something happens, it won’t be good for us.”
When Brother Wen said this, I was sure that he might be nearby, in a place where we couldn't see. I got out of the car, Kuang Haige, Zhao Yingjun, and two of Jin Pingmei's men followed me. I walked very slowly, so that
They carefully checked to see if there was anything wrong around them, but as Brother Wen said, it was daytime and they were on a street with a large flow of people. If they caused trouble, it would be very troublesome. Brother Wen would not be looking for trouble.
If he is really so honest, what is his intention in asking me to come? He simply wants me to meet this person?
The woman walked about twenty meters on West Street, then stopped and looked around. She was obviously unfamiliar with this place. This is a very old pedestrian street with various shops on both sides of the road.
After taking a few glances, she probably saw a Shaxian snack and walked in.[
I also followed across the street and stood outside the snack bar. Zhao Yingjun and Kuang Haige looked left and right for a while and nodded to me. When I entered, two guys were guarding the door. Zhao Yingjun and Kuang Haige were looking for them.
Sit down at an empty table.
I saw the woman in the white coat, her back to the store door, sitting quietly on the table. At that moment, my steps involuntarily became very heavy, and I walked two meters in just a few meters.
Minutes. I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. It might be a psychological feeling. The snack bar was very calm. It was already past meal time and there were very few people eating. I walked to the woman's table and sat down.
Opposite her.
The distance between us was only a few dozen centimeters, and I saw this woman clearly. She was about the same age as Aunt Yu, but she might not be as well-maintained as Aunt Yu, so she had more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She was not a
A very beautiful woman, but she doesn't have a very outstanding temperament. Maybe she doesn't like to talk much, so she looks very quiet, but it can be seen that when she was young, she was a delicate woman.
The first impression given by this kind of woman is that she is a very peaceful person who has been caring for her husband and raising children for half her life. Her life does not have much happiness, not much romance, she just lives a very quiet and ordinary life.
But when I sat in front of her, she couldn't help but tremble slightly and stared at me silently. I think she and I were strangers, meeting for the first time. However, there was something wrong with her expression.
Yes, I saw that she was trying to suppress her emotions, but psychological changes are not something people can completely control.
Her eye circles were red, and she just looked at me loudly without saying a word, but tears were oozing out of her red eye circles. She suppressed it very hard, but when a drop of tear slipped from her eye circle,
She finally couldn't control it, and strings of tears kept falling on her face. If she hadn't taken into consideration that she was outside, she might have cried.
I don’t know if my emotions were infected by her, but when I saw her crying, I suddenly felt that she was living a very hard life. She might not be a person who is good at expressing emotions and put many things into her head.
She is buried in her heart and never willing to talk to others easily. Because of this, these things buried in her heart have been brewing and fermenting secretly. Once she cannot suppress them anymore, she will feel very uncomfortable.
My eye circles were also red, and I felt as if something had pricked me in my heart, causing a vague pain. Unknowingly, a drop of tear fell from my eye socket, down my cheek, and pattered on the table. It was even more difficult for her to control herself.
He suddenly lowered his head and covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes.
Who is she? Why do I always have the urge to cry when I see her? This urge is completely unreasonable and I can't understand it.
We sat in silence, looked at each other silently, and shed tears silently. After several minutes, she barely controlled her crying, let go of her hand, and forced a smile at me. I didn't know how to speak, because
All the words seemed to be frozen in my chest, and I couldn't say a word.
"Are you... hungry..." She finally spoke, her voice was very low, but I could hear a kind of concern from the bottom of her heart.
Are you hungry? This is such a common sentence. However, when it came out of her mouth, it made me feel a long-lost warmth. I thought of my past life and suddenly felt a pain in my heart. I just stopped.
The tears fell down again.
"Don't cry...don't cry..." Maybe the emotions between her and I have been contagious to each other. My tears fell, and the smile that just squeezed out of her face disappeared immediately, and she shed tears.
, while wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes with his own handkerchief: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't cry, don't cry..."
After a few minutes passed, my mood gradually calmed down. She saw me raising my head and slowly took back the handkerchief. She kept looking at me, as if I would disappear from her eyes in the blink of an eye.
Same. I feel very empty in my head, and I have to admit that I am a person who is extremely lacking in maternal love. When I see an older woman wiping away my tears and softly comforting me like a child, I feel sad in my heart.
It has reached the point where it is impossible to deal with it.
Who is she? Although no one revealed her name or identity to me, I couldn't help but connect her with my mother. Apart from my mother, who else can I feel that kind of coming from?
The deepest love in the heart, and motherhood?[
But I couldn't ask a single thing I had thought about before I came here. Maybe, it's superfluous to say anything now. I can only silently experience it and feel the strange yet familiar warmth.
She looked at me for a long time, and then slowly, as if tentatively, she stretched out a hand. The hand was trembling slightly. She might want to touch my face, but she was afraid that I would resist, as if she was dreaming.
I went to touch the person I cared about day and night. When her fingertips touched my face, she couldn't help crying again. Maybe it was the real feeling that made her know that this was not a dream. Her hand
It was very cold, but I felt a warmth slowly slipping from my face into my heart.
"Your dad..." She sobbed slowly, while gently stroking my face, she whispered: "Your dad has suffered a lot in the past few years and suffered a lot. If he did something wrong,
What, you have to forgive him, maybe...maybe he doesn't have the energy to care about you, but he loves you in his heart."
"I don't blame him, I know, I don't blame him." My vision was blurred by tears, and I didn't avoid her hand, because it was a feeling that made me faint from happiness, just like leaving.
The child who has been with his mother for a long time has finally returned to her arms: "So, where is my mother?"
"Your mother..." She shook her head gently: "Your mother is not good, she is not good at anything, she can't do anything, she can't do anything. She can't help your father, and she can't help you..."
I couldn't say anything anymore, and she just kept touching my face gently with her trembling hands. Her eyes were filled with tears, but there was a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.
This was a dream, a very happy dream, and she didn't want to wake up.
After a few minutes, she withdrew her hand and her body trembled slightly: "I'm leaving."
"No!" I blurted out to stop her, as if I had woken up from a dream: "I still have something to ask."
"It's very cold, so wear thicker clothes and don't get sick... I'm leaving..." Her eyes and tone were a bit confused. She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "Take good care of yourself, I'm leaving..."
"
She lowered her head and stopped looking at me. Perhaps if she kept looking like this, she would not be able to move. She stood up, as if she had made a lot of determination, turned around and walked towards the door.
I sat where I was and didn't stop her. I just felt that my eyes started to feel astringent again. The warm feeling disappeared instantly. I felt like I was abandoned again. My whole body couldn't help but feel cold. The moment she was about to open the door,
He turned his head and glanced at me again, just one glance.
On the street outside the snack bar, a car parked at some point. She walked out and hurriedly got into the car. The car started immediately and drove away. Zhao Yingjun came over and asked me if I wanted Jin Pingmei to send someone to follow me.
, but I shook my head. There was no need. Since Brother Wen dared to let her come to see me alone, it meant that he had made all preparations. If he did it forcefully, I was afraid there would be unexpected results.
I don't want her to be affected or hurt in any way.
After the car drove away, I smoked a cigarette and was thinking about the scene just now. Just after I finished smoking, Brother Wen called me. I rubbed my nose, not wanting him to hear anything strange in my voice.
"Have you seen her?" Brother Wen asked, "If you have already seen her, can we have a good talk?"