Chapter 153: Not as good as a beast

Style: Science Author: Wu BanxianWords: 2447Update Time: 24/01/11 19:25:15
In fact, I was a little confused, because I always had the idea in my heart that I would go back and give my aunt some credit when I became successful.

This was also my original intention when I ran out.

But now, this wish has not been realized.

Uncle Ma said to me: "Guess, does your aunt want you to go back in good health and safety, or does she want you to go back in a luxury car? Don't forget, your aunt may not be able to wait until then."

Yes, compared to the so-called getting ahead, your relatives hope that you will be healthy and safe at all times. Even if you have no money, as long as you go back, it will be the happiness of the whole family.

Just like that, I set foot on the train home.

After a bumpy journey, it was already late at night when we got home, and my aunt and her family were all asleep.

I have lived here for several years, and now I was standing outside the door, but I hesitated for a long time and did not take a step.

There are too many complicated emotions entangled in my heart.

Finally I mustered up the courage to knock on the door, and it was my uncle who opened the door. He was surprised to see me, and then he welcomed me in warmly.

I won't go into the details of the reunion. In short, that night, my aunt held my hand, cried while watching it, and talked to me for a long time, until about two o'clock in the middle of the night.

What surprised me the most was that the room I once lived in still maintained its original appearance.

My sister has already entered junior high school, which is a boarding school. She is not at home during the week and only comes back on weekends.

Looking at everything in the room, I seemed to go back a few years ago.

Sitting in front of the mirror, I seemed to see the stubborn young man again.

But I am already 21 years old this year.

I bought a lot of things for my aunt, and she always praised me when I met everyone, saying that I was promising and could buy things for her.

This makes me a little ashamed. The things I bought only cost a few hundred yuan in total.

Compared with her upbringing, it is insignificant.

My aunt's physical condition is also good. The terrible tumor seems to have been suppressed by some kind of force and has never occurred.

I stayed at home for three days and then returned.

When leaving, I told my aunt that I might go to Nanjing to work, but I would definitely come back to see her this time next year.

My aunt couldn't help wiping her tears and stuffed a lot of food into my bag.

I got on the train and returned to Harbin with tears in my eyes.

Next, I have to meet someone.

The girl who has eyes for me, Zhang Wenwen.

If there are a few people I can’t let go of after leaving Harbin, Zhang Wenwen must be one of them.

After returning to Harbin, before getting off work, I met Zhang Wenwen.

She was very happy when she saw me picking her up. She jumped into the car and went to dinner with me.

All the time, my meals with her were spicy rice noodles, braised chicken, etc. At most, eating pot-roasted pork would be an improvement.

This time I wanted to take her to eat something good, so I went to Tadous Western Restaurant in Daoli. Everyone said that the food here is delicious, but the disadvantage is that it is expensive.

This is the earliest Russian-style Western food in Harbin. It has a history of a hundred years and is located at the intersection of Central Street and Xiwudao Street.

Central Street is also a magical place. This street was built in 1900. It is China's first pedestrian street and the longest pedestrian street in Asia. It is called "Asia's First Street".

Harbin is known as "Little Paris of the East" and "Moscow of the East" and has a unique European architectural art style.

Central Street is a microcosm of Harbin's architectural culture. European-style buildings can be seen everywhere here. It is said that it brings together the architectural style characteristics of Europe over the past three hundred years. It is a rare architectural art corridor in China.

The environment of this restaurant is also very good, with Russian-style decoration everywhere, and soothing and beautiful music playing in the restaurant, making people feel like they are in a foreign country as soon as they enter.

That day we sat in this exotic restaurant and felt romantic for the first time.

I remember that the pan-fried salmon and canned lamb in this restaurant were both delicious.

In the middle of the meal, a handsome foreign guy came over to play the violin, and Zhang Wenwen's eyes were filled with little stars.

But overall, the prices in this place are exaggerated, and some of the tastes are okay and some are just average. Maybe it’s just the environment and feelings you eat.

Halfway through the meal, I told her that I was leaving Harbin.

She was in disbelief and asked me why I was leaving.

I couldn't tell the truth, so I told her that now there was an opportunity to go to Nanjing for development, and I wanted to give it a try. Anyway, at such a young age, it would be nice to have a career, just to see the world.

I said this bravely, but Zhang Wenwen didn't refute or disagree with me.

She just bit the fork in her hand and said oh, a little lost.

I didn't dare to look into her eyes and lowered my head to drink the soup.

"Then...what about the immortals you support? Will they come with you?"

"They won't leave and will stay in Harbin. Uncle Ma will help me take care of it. Anyway, I'm just going to check it out first. I don't know whether it will work or not. Maybe I won't get used to it and come back."

"Then what if you get used to it?"

"Then... let's talk about it."

Zhang Wenwen put down his fork, stared at me, and suddenly took my hand.

"Then can you not leave?"

At this moment, I couldn't hold myself any longer, so I forced myself to smile and said, "I may stay there for a year and a half at most. My master said, I will definitely come back. Besides, if things go well there, , you can go over and I’ll come back to pick you up.”

There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes again, she looked at me and said, "Really?"

I nodded heavily: "Really."

She said: "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

She didn't cry from beginning to end, nor did she beg me to stay. She was just disappointed and hopeful.

She said she would wait for me to come back, and I believed her.

At nightfall, next to the street sculptures on Central Street, I hugged her.

I hugged her for a long time and couldn't bear to let go.

That day, the lights on Central Street were lit up, the neon lights were shining, and the melodious and soothing Russian music was echoing in my ears. At that moment, I thought, how great it would be if I could stay like this until the end of the world.

Zhang Wenwen buried his head in my chest, hugged me tightly, then brought his lips together and murmured softly.

"You must come back. I am yours, and I will be yours sooner or later..."

My clothes quickly became wet with tears and became hot.

That night, neither of us went home.

I took the initiative, not because I had any intention, but mainly because I wanted to stay with her for a while longer.

At about ten o'clock in the middle of the night, there were gradually fewer people on Central Street, and the two of us strolled to Sophia Church.

I know, actually she doesn't want to go home either.

So I asked her: "Did you bring your ID card?"

She blushed and whispered: "I carry it with me every day..."

I said to her: "Don't worry, I promise not to do anything but hold you..."

She chuckled: "Okay, this is what you said. If you do it, you will be a beast."

There was a hotel on the street, the decoration was more or less European style, so I took Zhang Wenwen and walked in.

You may not believe it, but I really didn’t do anything that night, just held her hand and chatted.

We talked until about two o'clock in the middle of the night, when she couldn't hold it any longer, so she fell asleep on my chest.

Looking at her like a well-behaved little rabbit, I felt a surge of love in my heart. I kissed her gently on the face, then reached out my hand and stroked her gently.

In her sleep, she made a sound of "嘤咛" and moved slightly, as if waiting for my next move.

I was also a little ready to move, but at this time I was also sleepy, and for some reason, I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the night was over.

Its daybreak.