When I opened the door, the room was still dark.
It doesn't feel like going home, it feels like returning to a rented temporary residence.
well……
I sighed and turned on the light.
…
I'm home.
Villa area home.
I miss the old lady when the negotiations with the West Asians are not going well.
What I didn't expect was that when I returned to the villa and turned on the lights, the first thing I felt was...cold, as if I had crawled into a winter bed, without any warmth at all.
"mom?"
I shouted tentatively.
Seeing no one responded, I didn't even have time to change my shoes, so I went upstairs. But apart from the empty room, there was only a neatly tidied wardrobe upstairs.
Fortunately, I left after cleaning up, at least I left by myself.
I thought about it and walked downstairs as if I had lost my soul. When I got downstairs, I saw Burea sitting there on the sofa, looking at me with an aggrieved look on his face: "Brother, it's not my fault this time." , It’s really not my fault!”
I looked at him, expressionless, waiting for his answer.
Burea explained: "In the morning, I wanted to eat the pickled cabbage dumplings made by Eminem, so I came home..."
"When I pushed the door open and entered the house, Eminem was answering the phone. He was so sneaky that he didn't even say anything when he saw me. The expression on his face seemed to have changed from extremely happy to strictly guarding a secret. rigorous."
"After hanging up the phone, Eminem didn't even let me say anything. He just asked me to arrange a car and people, and asked me to go to the market to purchase some items that were not available in China. He also allowed me to bring some items back home..."
"No, even the two nannies at home have been dismissed."
"Here, the letter Eminem left for you."
I didn't blame Burea and asked, "Did you personally deliver the person to the port?"
Bujea swore the same assurance: "Don't worry about this. I watched her pass through the customs and let Aunt Fang pick her up on the other side of the port before she came back."
I nodded.
It's the due date.
For an old lady from the Northeast, serving her daughter-in-law during her confinement period is the penultimate step for an old lady to protect her children. Before this step, even if the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law don't get along with each other, she still has to go. After all, you are looking after your son. It is your grandson who is waiting for you.
The old lady has returned to China to take care of her confinement child.
"Here."
Brea lowered a letter.
No envelope.
I unfolded the paper, and on the first line I saw the old lady writing more and more slanted words due to her bad eyesight. This kind of writing was impossible to imitate.
"Don't blame the kid named Bu, I didn't let him tell you."
"Xiaofang's baby is about to be born. Mom is really worried and needs to go and have a look."
"I won't tell you because I'm afraid you'll still be angry with Xiaofang and won't let mom go..."
"My child, I can't get used to your life here. Besides, it's not okay if there's no one in Xiaofang's place."
"Mom is gone. I will give you a letter when the baby is born."
"Also, drink less Spicy Whistle Wine and your face will be red and thick-necked like your dead dad all day long, okay?"
"If you can avoid smoking, just avoid it. It smells like cigarette smoke..."
I closed the paper, not because I had finished reading the letter, but when I sat on the sofa and looked into the night, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
When the old lady came, I was frightened. I kept it secret as much as I could about my life. Now I finally have the ability to let her enjoy the happiness. People told me that she couldn't get used to it.
I opened the paper again...
"Well... Mom knows you won't come back. If you don't come back, then you won't come back. When Mom gets older, she can take her grandchildren and come to your place to take care of her."
"But one thing is, you can't do any more damage. That thing hurts Heaven's morality, and it will be repaid to your children in the future... You won't have time to regret it."
"I have some idea."
Gone.
Yes, no more.
After the old lady got the letter, she left in a hurry. When she knew her grandson was about to land, she didn't care about her son's feelings. She left such a letter with every word italicized in two strokes. She left like that. As it should.
Otherwise, people would say that we are kissing each other in another generation!
After putting down the letter, I took out a cigarette from my pocket. As soon as I lit it for myself, it created an emotional atmosphere. The cigarette case "Gaba" in my hand was suddenly pulled away by Burea.
Why!
Why!
He is the only one who can do this with such incredible power.
"You Gaha!"
I was so angry that I started speaking my hometown dialect.
"Brother, if you feel unhappy, just..."
"I won't pass it on to you."
I looked at him: "What do you mean?"
Burea recounted my life one by one: "After you survived the park, we got to know each other, right?"
"But I have never felt the relief of surviving a disaster in you;"
"Later on, you became a leader in Menneng's world. I didn't feel like you were the same as others. You laughed heartily while toasting and drinking, and you felt a sense of accomplishment that would be better than mine."
"Later, you became the Lord of Meng Neng and the king of half of the Wa State..."
"I've never seen you truly happy even for a single day."
"Brother, if you feel really aggrieved after what happened today, just cry if you can't."
"It's time to hold it back."
I slapped Burea on the back of the head, and the hand that slapped him was raised directly, standing there in the air, not daring to fight back.
Of course, I didn’t dare to continue fighting.
"Why am I feeling aggrieved?"
I stared at Burea: "I walked out of the park alive, killed the big boss and Ah Da, and became the one with the best results among all the people in the park. Why am I feeling aggrieved?"
"I have survived under Lao Qiao till today, and I even snatched Meng Neng back from him. How can I be aggrieved?"
"My mother was taken as a hostage to Mengneng, and today she can be safely sent back to the country to serve her daughter-in-law during her confinement period. How bad is it?"
"Ever since I came to Southeast Asia, I have been playing bad cards over and over again. Why am I feeling aggrieved?"
I shouted loudly and spoke righteously, but it sounded like I was speaking to myself rather than explaining to Bujea.
"Do you know what your brother is like in China?"
“Working under the bright sun on the construction site;”
“Carrying cement up and down stairs;”
"The newly built building has no fucking handrails on the stairs, let alone the elevator!"
"Yes, you can make a lot of money even if you work hard, three hundred and fifty a day, ten thousand or eight thousand a month."
"What happens after you get it?"
"You need to treat the foreman to a meal, right? Do you need to sing some songs? The price of one set is more than a thousand!"
"Nan Nan plays mahjong again, and I smoke some cigarettes. The rent is one thousand five hundred and fifty a month..."
"Hey, do you know what it means to be 'starved to death and have no hope'?"
"I'm like an old falcon. Every month when the day comes, I roll up my sleeves and give me a stitch. Every month when the day comes, I roll up the sleeves of my clothes and give me a stitch. I live happily every day. The happiest thing is... You are paid to go to the toilet, and when you come out, you have to think about not bumping into the boss."
"This is called frustration."
I leaned on the sofa again and turned to look at Mingyue.
"Yes, I still have a bad hand."
"There is no talent, a county without infrastructure, an army without foundation, and an environment beleaguered on all sides."
"But isn't this much better than in the park?"
"I believe I can still shoot a king bomb, I believe it!"
Bujea listened for a long time and realized that what I said had nothing to do with what he said: "Brother, I didn't mean this or that."
"I am!"
I said without refutation.
Then he stood up and walked to the kitchen, turned around and asked, "Do you want to eat dumplings?"
Bujea did not dare to answer.
I didn’t know who I was blaming, but I got so excited that I asked again: “Are you eating dumplings?”
He still didn't answer.
"I don't believe it yet. I can't control your dumplings today!"
I opened the refrigerator, intending to take out a piece of meat to squeeze the oil out of the shuttle, but as soon as I opened the refrigerator, it was filled with frozen dumplings... (End of this chapter)
