Chapter 8: Yan Zhuomei's private prosecution
After the sunset gradually fell on the tall buildings standing opposite, the ray of sunlight became weaker and weaker, dissipating at our feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, but leaving behind the smell of the whole day and the hustle and bustle before the night came.
I seemed to see through everything in front of me, and also saw myself wandering in this mundane world. The loneliness was so obvious. I turned my head and stared at Mi Cai beside me, just smiled, and replied in a calm tone like her: "I am also annoyed by those who live by acting every day. However, no matter how good they act, God gave them only faces with facial features like us, and the time they had to face. So even if they hurt me, I don't want to feel sad or despair. 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 asked with my head down and rubbed a raised floor tiles with my feet.
“Be the best you are.”
I nodded, looking at the grocery and snack shops opposite the square with a little distracted look. I saw the group of children who were having a lot of trouble at dusk, lowered their heads and followed their parents to the road home under the light and shadow of street lights. They were growing and brewing the joys, sorrows and sorrows in the adult world, but this did not prevent them. They were still secretly savoring the beauty of the play just now in their hearts.
Night has arrived, and the whole road is full of vehicles stranded during the peak hours. Mi Cai and I put down our hands holding each other and walked towards the bus stop not far away, waiting for the taxi to come and go. We did not have any form of communication. With a lot of thoughts, we came to Zhuomei's building, and this place is still a shopping paradise that represents the highest purchasing power of the city, but no one cares about how many tired fame and fortune have occurred in this material prosperity.
We were waiting under the scattered street lights. Yan Zhuomei walked out of a car on time. She walked in front of us with a black handbag. My mood was full of complexity. I hated her a little, hated her for making things difficult for her, hated her selfishness and unwillingness to fulfill her.
Yan Zhuomei ignored Mi Cai and said to me meaningfully: "Young man, we're meeting again."
I replied in a deep voice: "Sadly, I can't say the word welcome."
Yan Zhuomei shrugged her shoulders: "That's not necessarily the case. 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 much, because she never had a correct attitude towards Mi Cai that a mother gave her daughter. What she gave Mi Cai was the abandonment of childhood and the coercion of adulthood. Perhaps, she was the number one actor in Mi Cai, who performed while doing whatever she wanted.
Yan Zhuomei's attitude was not as sharp as last time and was so oppressive. Instead, she smiled and said to me: "I have been abroad for so many years, and I have been busy and tired. I don't have time and no one can accompany me to try those roadside stalls that I can eat with my mouth. I really miss the simplicity of a meal in China decades ago, a table, a bowl of porridge, a basket of buns, and a plate of pickles... I wonder if there is such an opportunity today to let me relive the memories of decades ago?"
Mi Cai was not as opposed to Yan Zhuomei as last time. She took the topic and said to me: "I remember there is a snack street not far from the north, and you should be able to eat these things inside, right?"
I nodded, and Micai remembered that there was indeed a snack street there. There was a "Huifang Hotel" that Fangyuan and I often visited. Last winter, Fangyuan and I had my last lunch in this restaurant, which was a brotherly match.
Yan Zhuomei suddenly held Mi Cai's arm. At first glance, she looked like a mother and daughter who were intimate, but Mi Cai changed her expression like a conditioned reflex. Maybe she had never had such intimate physical movements between her and Yan Zhuomei, but in the end she did not break free with emotion, and accepted calmly. So, I saw the smile on Yan Zhuomei's face. She only had a little heartfelt appearance at this moment.
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In the alley with the smell of oil smoke, Yan Zhuomei surrounded Mi Cai's arms and walked side by side. I was leading the way for the two of them. Although they didn't talk much to each other, they looked at least full of harmony.
I was going to walk through the "Huifang Hotel" quietly, but was recognized by the sharp-eyed and enthusiastic boss lady, reached out and grabbed me, and said, "Zhaoyang, what are you busy with recently? But I haven't seen you for a while!"
I didn't know how to tell her about it for a while, so I could only smile and replied: "I'm just busy, I can't do real business than the boss lady."
"That's of course, our Huifang Hotel children are not bullied, and they are doing a real repeat business. Now, your good brother Fang Yuan comes to me every now and then for a while to have some wine. But I have never seen you, a kid, and asked Fang Yuan, and he only said you were busy and 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 came to this "Huifang Hotel" for dinner. Is it because he missed those times that he could no longer catch up?
In the eyes of the boss lady, 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'll ask you too, and ask if this Fangyuan is not doing well recently. I'm always drinking alone here. Once, he was very absent-minded, and the wine glass was filled, but he still didn't let go. He just had a good bottle of wine, and half of the bottle was ruined by him!"
I squinted my eyes, not letting the spicy smell coming from the restaurant smell fumes, as if I saw the boss who worked as a chef in the kitchen, chopping the red peppers into pieces and stir-frying them in the pot. Once upon a time, Fang Yuan and I liked the most the most was to drink beer in big mouthfuls, talking about the troubles in the company, and scolding those inhuman bosses...
I was in a daze and finally said to the boss lady: "Aunt Huifang, have you seen the shopping mall called Zhuomei opposite?"
"It's not just that I saw it, I often went in with my wife. I just haven't bought anything inside, it's so expensive... Oh, by the way, I bought a mobile phone for my girl in it last year, and spent more than 5,000 yuan. That's really not a place where the boss's surname can consume!"
"... Fang Yuan is the general manager of that shopping mall!"
The boss's wife opened her mouth wide in shock... I left a promise that I would come to visit when I had time, and chased Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei in her incredible eyes. I remember that there was a snack bar selling small buns and porridge at the end of the street. There was no wine there, but most people ate happily.
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In Laolin’s bun shop, Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei had already sat down. The aisle was full of diners coming and going. The boss and his waiter were busy, so most of the diners who couldn’t wait stood by the steamer waiting for the buns to be out of the cage and then picked them up. However, Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei obviously couldn’t figure out the rules and just waited like this. However, I was so fond of fish in such an occasion, skillfully prepared the vinegar and two dishes to dip later, and then squeezed into the waiting crowd to get the latest buns out of the cage.
After a while, I placed the steamer in front of Mi Cai and Yan Zhuomei, and then put two bowls of porridge for them. Then I sat down around a very small table. Mi Cai and I were still sitting together. Yan Zhuomei sat alone. She tasted the taste of the small buns before us. A little nostalgic in her eyes. She put down her chopsticks and said to me and Mi Cai: "More than 20 years ago, I was pregnant with Xiao Cai. 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 the small buns here to take home. I like to eat it very much because the boss is very particular in doing business. Each small one is
The cages are thin and stuffed with lots of stuffing..." Speaking of this, Yan Zhuomei, a arrogant and arrogant woman, had tears in her eyes. She said: "In that era when the market economy was just beginning, eating this thing every day was a very luxurious behavior, so I was the only one in the whole family who could eat like this. I will always remember: At that time, Zhongxin worked hard all day long. When I gave birth to Xiao Cai, he was a strong man, so thin that he was only 120 kilograms left... At that time, I swear that I can't let my family live in this poverty. I have been waiting for opportunities and waiting hard..."
She didn't say anything anymore, and her expression fell into silence with pain. Mi Cai had already put her hand on her eyes, but tears were still dripping from her palms. Some past events were lingering pain in her heart.
Yan Zhuomei shook her head, 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 is tied to his family. Maybe I am a selfish person and never treats my mother-in-law as my biological mother, nor does Zhongxin's career that he works hard in China seriously. I resolutely went to the United States... After arriving in the United States, I found that many things are involuntarily involuntarily, but in
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