"Are you just standing by and watching until now? The eldest daughter is already late!"
"You're forcing your daughter to study just after she's recovered a little? You called the teacher and said you won't be going today."
"Do you know how much homework can be missed in this day? You are also a father, how come you are so different from others, and you don't care about your child's future at all?" Li Chengmei held up the microphone and yelled about everything in the unit. He yelled, and from time to time he would give orders in a stern tone to Yucheng who was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. The majestic aura was enough to intimidate Zheng Minhe, his immediate superior who was on the other end of the phone receiver.
"Wife, what day is it today? No, what year is it now?"
"It's so urgent. You still have the time to go against me, right? Zheng Yucheng, if you dare to follow the example of your gang of friends and perform performance art in front of me, I promise you won't let you see the sun tomorrow morning!"
As if to prove to everyone that he was seriously angry, the receiver fell to the ground, and the ping-pong sound was used as a dubbing to emphasize the effect. But even so, Chengmei still didn't seem to be relieved. In the next few seconds, she kept standing there angrily, and her breathing became increasingly rapid obviously because of her anger.
"I saw it was Friday, March 18, 2022..." Yu Cheng muttered softly.
"Zheng Yucheng, you look really bored!" Li Chengmei let out a helpless sigh. "Is it true that people just do what they hate? Look at this drunken state! Hey!"
Thinking of this, Li Chengmei felt even more aggrieved. At this time, she was less than 40 years old, but she was already a veritable aunt. Although she had never had any extravagant hopes for romance like a little girl, she never dreamed of it before getting married. She also has to worry about her husband's immaturity.
After a long time, Yucheng's eyes stayed silently on the three dishes Chengmei had just brought back from the kitchen: "It's been a long time since I've had my mother-in-law's specialty pickles."
Chengmei lost her appetite instantly. While she reluctantly stuffed the rice from the spoon into her mouth, she was still thinking wildly in her mind.
"If you are free today, please go and see if your mother-in-law needs anything, or just take some time with her."
This fleeting smile made Chengmei grit her teeth in anger, while Yucheng, who was sitting opposite, lazily picked up some food and put it into his mouth.
"Honey, do you want me to play some music to adjust the atmosphere? Some pop songs or some light music you like! Today is your day off, don't look sad since the morning!" Yu Cheng repeated the correction in a disapproving tone. Seungmei said, playing with her chopsticks.
"If you really don't want to eat with me, there's no need to sit here! And I should have told you more than once that we are living a real marriage, not a game like playing house! "
"If you don't want to go, don't go. If you don't want to hear, don't listen. You are so angry right now. I don't even know what I have to do to satisfy you? Li Chengmei, I don't even know how I got back last night. I know! I'm not afraid that I'll choke on your lungs if I ask casually!" Looking at his dissatisfied wife, Yucheng decided to open up and express his thoughts.
"How else could you have come back? If you didn't leave, you could have crawled back! I would like to advise you, you'd better stop drinking immediately! Otherwise, you will definitely be the next person to die on the streets!"
Chengmei's words were like a fatal blow to Yucheng at his most vulnerable moment. Then she looked at her arrogantly, as if she was ready to wait for his resistance. But something strange happened. Yu Cheng did not refute him this time. After a while, he turned his head and looked at the gray sky, his mouth opening and closing constantly as if he was about to shout at any time.
Chengmei breathed heavily while she pulled up her half-opened shirt, put on her coat, and finally picked up a canvas bag from the corner of the table. After all this was completed, she headed towards the door. Go.
"Where are you going?" Just when Chengmei reached out to hold the door handle, Yucheng spoke, but Chengmei's eyes still stayed in the direction of the door.
"I'll buy you a life insurance after I drop off the kids. Then I'll go directly to the workplace to cover my colleagues' shifts. As for you, whether the workplace likes you or not! With your temperament of succeeding more than failing, you can't do anything serious like a newcomer. There's no difference at all!" After being stared at by those resentful eyes, no matter how hard-hearted Yucheng was, he would feel very uncomfortable. Just when he felt inexplicably desperate, cold raindrops happened to fall on his shoulders along the window, and then the raindrops in the sky bloomed into flowers as white as snow.
"Damn it! There are so many people in this office, so I have to go to Agent Zhao's house to express my condolences! What a pity that I missed the opportunity to reset my life! However, I clearly remember that I drove back, It’s just that after the car broke down, my brain was completely fragmented!”
Yucheng looked at the empty window opposite his office with a disappointed expression and said bitterly.
"Is it really because I drank too much recently? But if you want to say that everything is a dream, those pictures are too clear! It's like..."
Some things in life are suddenly picked up very inadvertently after a long time. Such memories are really heart-wrenching. So throughout the morning, Yucheng stared blankly at the vase on his desk. Especially when his good friend Zhiyuan inserted a few light yellow daisies into it, Yucheng suddenly remembered something.
"After leaving Agent Zhao's house, I also met Pei Kemian. But did I really just meet him? Zhuxuan! Could it be that I met Zhuxuan on the way back, so I did such a series of things? It’s a dream.”, “Today seems to be a very special day, yes, it was the day when Zhuxuan, a senior student, asked me to go to the performance ten years ago.” Just when Yucheng’s eyes stopped at the calendar placed next to the vase. , the words Zhu Hyun once said to him echoed in his ears again.
"Hey! What are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought. Why don't you go to the Lost Paradise upstairs to relax, or we can go to the new food stall and sit for a while."
Zhou Mingyao's fingers tapped the corner of Yucheng's desk, but such a subtle movement made Yucheng feel an anxiety he had never felt before.
Standing at the intersection and looking at the scenery, the busy cars and pedestrians seem to be going in and out of circles around the same maze.
The wind blew gently. Yucheng's hair was flying in the wind as he was staring up at the sky. If there is anything worthy of nostalgia from this angle, it is that standing here you can enjoy the most simple style of Anseong people.
After disappearing for a moment, Zhou Mingyao couldn't help but ran back.
