MTL - My 26-year-old Female Tenant-v2 Chapter 8 : Yan Zhuomei's private prosecution

The setting sun gradually sank behind the tall buildings standing opposite, and the ray of sunlight became weaker and weaker. It dissipated under our feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, but left behind the smell of the whole day and the hustle and bustle before the night. .

I seemed to see through everything in front of me, and I also saw that I was living in this mortal world. The loneliness was so obvious. I turned my head and stared at Mi Cai beside me. I just smiled and replied in the same calm tone as her. : "I'm also tired of those people who live by acting every day, but no matter how good they are, God only gives them faces with the same facial features as us, and the time they have to face, so even if They hurt me, and I don't want to feel sad and hopeless, if the world is fair, one day I will live a better and happier life than them!"

"Um."

   "What about you, how do you want to live in the future?" I lowered my head and asked as I rubbed my feet against a raised floor tile.

"be the best you can be."

I nodded, and looked at the grocery stores and snack bars across the square with a little distracted eyes, and saw the group of children who were making a fuss at dusk, with their heads down, following their parents under the light and shadow of the street lights, On the way home, they are growing, and they are brewing the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the adult world, but this does not hinder them, they are still secretly reminiscing about the beauty when they just played.

The night has come, and the whole road is full of vehicles stranded during rush hour. Mi Cai and I let go of holding each other's hands, and walked to the bus stop not far away, waiting for the taxis that came and went. After any form of communication, I came to Zhuomei's building amidst my worries, and this place is still a shopping paradise that represents the highest purchasing power in the city, but no one cares, how much has happened under this kind of material prosperity? People get tired of fighting for fame and fortune.

We waited under the scattered street lamps, Yan Zhuomei got off a car on time, she walked in front of us with a black handbag, my mood was full of complicated, I kind of hated her, I hated her making things difficult , hated her selfishness and unwillingness to fulfill.

  Yan Zhuomei ignored Mi Cai and said to me meaningfully: "Young man, we meet again."

  I replied in a deep voice: "Unfortunately, I can't say the word welcome."

  Yan Zhuomei shrugged: "That's not necessarily true, you will welcome me this time."

I looked at her silently. I really had nothing to say to her, and I never felt that I would welcome her, because she never had the correct attitude towards Mi Cai that a mother gives to her daughter. Cai is the abandonment of her childhood and the coercion of her adulthood. Perhaps, she is the No. 1 actor in Mi Cai's mouth, performing and doing whatever she can to achieve her goals.

Yan Zhuomei's attitude was not as sharp and oppressive as last time. Instead, she smiled and said to me: "I have been working abroad for so many years, and I have been busy and tired. I have no time and no one to accompany me to taste it. Those roadside stalls that can be eaten with an open mouth, I really miss decades ago in China, a table, a bowl of porridge, a basket of steamed buns, a plate of pickles, is a simple meal... I don’t know if there is such an opportunity today for me to relive the memories from decades ago?”

  Mi Cai didn’t reject Yan Zhuomei as much as last time, so she took over the topic and said to me: “I remember that there is a snack street not far to the north, where you should be able to eat these things, right?”

I nodded, Mi Cai remembered correctly, there is indeed a snack street there, and on the street is the "Huifang Restaurant" that Fangyuan and I used to frequent. Last winter, Fangyuan and I ate at this restaurant for the last time. A meal is still a lunch that is commensurate with brothers.

Yan Zhuomei suddenly took Mi Cai's arm. At first glance, she looked like a mother and daughter with an intimate relationship, but Mi Cai changed her expression reflexively. Maybe she and Yan Zhuomei had never had such intimate body movements before. But in the end, she didn't break free with emotion, but accepted it calmly, so I saw the smile on Yan Zhuomei's face, she only had a look from the bottom of her heart at this moment.

  ...

  In the alley smelling of oily smoke, Yan Zhuomei was walking side by side with Mi Cai's arm wrapped around her, while I was leading the way for the two of them. Although they didn't speak much to each other, at least they looked harmonious.

I was going to walk past that "Huifang Restaurant" quietly, but the proprietress recognized me by the sharp-eyed and enthusiastic proprietress, she stretched out her hand and grabbed me, saying, "Zhaoyang, what have you been up to lately, brat? Haven't seen you in a while!"

  I didn't know how to tell her what I had been doing for a while, so I could only smile, and replied: "It's all fussing, it can't be compared to the boss lady, what you are doing is a real business."

"Of course, our Huifang Restaurant is innocent, and what we do is the real business of returning customers. No, your good brother Fang Yuan, comes to me every now and then for dinner and drinks, but never again. I met you kid before, and asked Fang Yuan, he only said that you were busy, and he didn't want to say more!"

  I subconsciously looked up at the simple signboard on the store. I don’t know why Fang Yuan, who is the general manager of Zhuomei, still comes to this "Hui Fang Restaurant" for dinner. Is it because he misses those irretrievable times?

In the eyes of the proprietress, I am a person who is used to being silent. She doesn't need me to answer anything, so she asked me without stopping: "I also ask you, ask, is it not good to be in this area recently?" , always drinking alone here, one time, he was so out of his mind that he filled his wine glass to the brim, and he didn't let it go, he wasted half of the bottle of wine!"

I squinted my eyes to avoid the spicy smell from the restaurant, as if I saw the part-time chef owner in the kitchen, chopping red hot peppers into pieces and frying them in a pan. Once, Fangyuan and I were the closest What I like the most is to drink beer in big gulps, talk about the troubles in the company, and scold those inhumane bosses in front of those unappealing but full of spicy dishes...

  I was in a trance for a while, and finally said to the proprietress: "Aunt Huifang, have you seen the Zhuomei shopping mall opposite?"

"It's more than just seeing, I often go in with my wife, but I haven't bought anything inside, it's so expensive... Oh, by the way, I bought a mobile phone for my girl last year , spent more than 5,000, that is really not a place where ordinary bosses can spend!"

   "...Fang Yuan is the general manager of that mall!"

The proprietress opened her mouth wide in surprise... After I left a promise that I would come to visit when I had time, I chased Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei in her unbelievable eyes. I remember that at the end of the street there was A snack bar that sells steamed buns and rice porridge. It doesn't sell alcohol, but most people eat happily.

  .......

In Lao Lin’s steamed stuffed bun shop, Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei had already taken their seats. The aisle was full of diners coming and going. The boss and his waiters were very busy, so most of the diners who couldn’t wait stood by the steamer and waited for the steamed buns to come out. , and then take it by themselves, but Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei obviously don't understand this rule, just waiting, but I am like a fish in water on such an occasion, skillfully prepared for them the vinegar to be dipped in later, and It's a piece of cake, and then squeezed into the waiting crowd, ready to get the latest steamed buns.

After a while, I put the still steaming steamer in front of Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei, filled them with two bowls of porridge respectively, and then sat down around a small table, Mi Cai and I Still sitting together, Yan Zhuomei sat alone, she tasted the steamed buns before us, her eyes showed a little nostalgia, she put down her chopsticks, and said to Mi Cai and me: "Twenty years A few days ago, I was pregnant with Xiaocai. Zhongxin was busy with work and didn’t have much time to take care of me. But every evening, he would buy some porridge and Xiaolongbao here to take home. I like it very much because the boss is doing business. It's very particular, each steamed bun has thin skin and lots of stuffing..." Speaking of which, Yan Zhuomei, an arrogant and arrogant woman, had tears in her eyes, and she said: "In that market In the era when the economy just started, eating this food every day was a very luxurious behavior, so I was the only one in the whole family who could eat this way. , he is a strong man, so thin that only 120 catties are left... At that time, I swore that I could not let my family live in this kind of poverty. I have been waiting for opportunities, waiting hard With..."

She didn't say any more, she fell into silence with a painful expression, and Mi Cai had already put her hands on her eyes, but tears were still dripping down from her hands, some past events were lingering in her heart pain.

Yan Zhuomei shook her head, she closed her eyes and sighed, and said again: "I did wait for the opportunity a few years later, but I ignored it. Although I, Yan Zhuomei, have no father or mother, Zhongxin has one." I am bound by my family. Maybe I am a selfish person. I never treated my mother-in-law as my own mother, nor did I take Zhongxin’s career in China seriously. I resolutely went to the United States ...After arriving in the United States, I realized that many things are beyond my control, but in my life creed, there is no turning back. In order to survive, I constantly changed myself to cater to this completely unfamiliar The world, the loneliness and helplessness in a foreign country, destroys the defense line of people's hearts like a poison... But, I survived, and I have created a vast world for myself here. .....All of these benefited from my personality, but I also paid the price for my own personality...When I reached my twilight years, I lost my home!"