Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 30

So in the end, Jing Sheng's office is still on the 56th floor.

Once inside, Jing Sheng arranged her on a brown leather sofa.

A secretary with a pretty face sitting in a corner saw them come in, and stood up from behind the computer in some surprise.

Jing Sheng glanced at her, raised his arm and said, "Pour her a glass..."

He went to ask Yu Zhile again: "What do you drink? Coffee? Juice? Black tea? Milk? I have everything here."

Yu Zhile glanced at the female secretary whose astonishment hadn't faded from her face, and said, "Just boil water."

Jing Sheng smiled, waved to the secretary, and signaled her to go back, then took out a cup from a set of glass tea sets by his desk, poured a glass of water for Yu Zhile, and put it on the coffee table.

The secretary's eyes almost popped out.

Song Zhu rolled the mouse, flipped through the form on the computer absently, secretly looked at the two people, and couldn't help raising his hand to hide his smile.

Yu Zhile thanked her, took a sip of water and put the cup back to its original place. She took a casual look at the place.

The decoration of Jingsheng's office is different from the general boss's room, and it is a very strong American style.The wrought-iron retro computer desk is well tidied up. Documents and books are stacked neatly on the edge of the table, and a white Apple notebook is placed in the middle. The geometric ornaments are out of the modern style.

Behind the desk, there is almost the entire wall of the world map hanging. The paper is yellowed and slightly old, but it enhances the aura of the entire space.

Jing Sheng went back to his chair, took the top document, opened it to look down, and after a while sneaked a glance at the woman on the sofa.

Just looking at the document like this, and then looking at Yu Zhile, his eyes wandered back and forth a few times, he simply got up, picked up the pen on the table, took the document directly to the same sofa, and sat beside her.

After receiving the woman's incomprehensible look, he said boldly, "I'll sit closer so you can appreciate it."

Yu Zhile: "..."

Leaning forward, putting the documents on the coffee table, Jing Sheng turned the pen in his hand twice: "I'm going to work seriously, don't bother me, don't talk to me."

Ah.

Song Zhu who was sitting in the right corner laughed out loud.

"Song Zhi, why are you laughing?" Jing Sheng glared at him.

"No," Song Zhu repeated, "I'm really fine."

Silent.

Wiping the papers beside her side, Yu Zhile sat with her waist up for a while. The office was peaceful and warm, and the atmosphere was like a pair of invisible hands, slowly pushing her back to the back of the sofa.

When did she relax and lean over, even she herself didn't remember.

On the way, Jing Sheng casually picked up her cup and took a sip of water.

After reacting, he immediately explained: "Ah, I didn't notice, they look exactly like those cups on my table."

Turning back to look at Yu Zhile, her eyes were dark and moist: "You don't mind?"

Yu Zhile: "...don't mind." But she definitely won't drink anymore.

After sitting for a while, Yu Zhile suddenly remembered that the Spring Festival was approaching, so he asked Jing Sheng, "When will I have a holiday?"

"Ah?" Jing Sheng turned his head back: "What holiday?"

"It's going to be Chinese New Year in a few days."

"..." Jing Sheng quickly took out his mobile phone and checked the calendar: "Damn, it's really going to be Chinese New Year."

"It's New Year's Eve..." Song Zhu said quietly from behind the monitor, "In the morning, the finance side gave me the form for one month's salary and this year's year-end bonus. I think you are busy and haven't approved it yet."

Jing Sheng himself was in a hurry: "Give it to me, it's almost Chinese New Year, and the money matter cannot be delayed. Those who don't know think I'm in arrears of wages."

"Hey, good." Song Zhu quickly took out the stack of forms from his drawer and handed it over.

Jing Sheng lowered his eyelashes, glanced at ten lines at a glance, and then asked Yu Zhile: "When do you want to take a vacation?"

Yu Zhile thought for a while, and answered, "27."

"Okay," without asking the specific reason, he agreed straightforwardly: "The day you say is the day, I will see you one more day one day later, and I will miss you one more day one day earlier, it will work."

During the short overtime hours, each of them performed their duties and lived in peace.

After Yu Zhile and Jing Sheng left, Jiang Mi, who was about to move the cups to the inner room for cleaning, winked and asked curiously: "Hey! Who is that beauty? I have never seen Mr. Jing take a woman to the office before."

Song Zhu raised his eyebrows: "Boss Jing's driver."

Secretary Jiang frowned and tilted his head: "Hmm...? Is it the driver I understand?"

Song Zhu laughed: "It's all there."

As the Spring Festival approached, Yu Zhile made more and more trips back to Chenfang for the night.

Yu Zhi'an went on winter vacation, and her mother followed her back home.Reunion does not mean rest. The tasks of cleaning the house and buying new year's goods are still left to women.

Yu Zhian took the initiative to ask for a job this year, saying that he would accompany his sister to the urban area to purchase instead of his mother. Yu's mother laughed from ear to ear and called out that her good son has grown up. Yu Zhile stood aside, silent, but she did not refuse.

Sitting in Jingsheng's luxury car, Yu Zhi'an felt a little strange and cramped.By nature, he is extremely obsessed with famous cars and watches. He first studied the interior of the car before he began to pay attention to how his sister drove.

The inexplicable calmness, isn't it just by turning the steering wheel, she can also create an aura of planning and control.

After driving the car for a while, the boy's madness gradually faded away. Yu Zhi'an asked what he had always cared about: "Sister, did the man who drove you do anything to you?"

Yu Zhile sneered: "How many men can treat me?"

"Oh..." Yu Zhi'an responded with a long voice, agreeing with his sister's "sturdy" attribute: "Yes."

The boy asked cautiously again: "Are you still mad at me?"

Yu Zhile stared straight ahead without moving her eyelashes: "It's nothing to be angry about."

Yu Zhi'an said: "Then why don't you reply to my WeChat, I'm still uneasy."

Yu Zhile replied: "You care what I do, you live your life for yourself, of course the premise is not to drag others down."

Yu Zhi'an let out a sigh: "Sister, how old are you, you always say this kind of old-fashioned words that see through life... What about your girlish heart, some women are like sweet girls when they are 50 or [-] years old. Seriously, sister, I think you should find a boyfriend."

The corners of Yu Zhile's lips were still tense: "I think you should shut up."

"..."

On New Year’s Eve, every house in Chen Fang’s house was brightly lit and decorated with lanterns and streamers.

In the deep and narrow alley, red lanterns are hung in front of every door. At night, they form an endless string, like a light path carefully paved for the arrival of Lichun.

The number of returning juniors is increasing day by day, and their young and bright faces and demeanor also make this simple and quiet town a little more lively.

Early in the morning, Yu Zhile took a stack of Spring Festival couplets and blessings and pasted them around the door of the house. Yu Mu stood behind with a bowl of paste to help her see if they were sticking properly.

As for Yu Zhi'an... he was busy swiping the Alipay collection "Five Blessings", posting and scanning one by one, following every step with great interest.

After successfully scanning a piece of patriotic blessing, Yu Zhi'an proudly brought the phone over to show Yu's mother: "Mom, look, I've got it all! The blessing written by my sister works!"

Upon hearing the words, Yu's mother turned her eyes to stare at the exquisite and elegant calligraphy on the door, and then showed a mixed smile: "What's the use of writing well, if you don't use it to study hard..."

Yu Zhile was concentrating on wiping the small bumps and wrinkles on the Zhengdan paper. Hearing this, she paused with her five fingers, but she didn't say anything after all.

Just after eating at noon, Zhang Sitian came over to pay a visit to pay his respects.

She handed Yu Zhile a small gift box: "Here, a New Year's gift."

Yu Zhile also prepared a gift in return. She was not as chic as Zhang Sitian, but it was obviously an expensive makeup set.

At the end of each year, the two of them will give a gift to encourage each other and continue to work hard in the coming year.

Yu Zhi'an was next to him biting a sugar cane, and asked vaguely, "Sister Tian, ​​what did you give me? It's not a ring."

Zhang Sitian laughed happily, cooperating with teasing: "Yes, a token of love."

"That's amazing." Yu Zhi'an propped his cheeks and smiled lazily, "You two women have been like conjoined twins for so many years, why don't you both get married, why don't you just make do with this life."

Yu's father, who was passing by, slapped him on the head, "What nonsense!"

Yu Zhi'an lay down on the table and rubbed his head and cried out for pain, Zhang Sitian laughed out loud, and was so amused.

Perhaps it was the friend's joy that infected her, and Yu Zhile suddenly felt that this coming New Year might not be as difficult as imagined.

After five o'clock in the evening, Yu Zhile helped her mother put plates of pickled bacon, sausages, etc. on the table.

Yu Zhian was squatting on the edge of the bench, still arguing with the red wine in his hand, the bottle opener at home was broken, Yu's father sent him to borrow one next door, but he refused, saying he could open it himself.

In the end, there was still nothing to do, so I had to sneak out and run back again, and then I successfully poured wine for myself, my father, and my sister.

The meal was ready, a family of four sat at a square table, and they clinked glasses in style.

Yu Zhi'an yelled "Happy New Year" at the top of his voice, as if he had lived for so long without fear or worry.

Both parents were smiling cheerfully, Yu Zhile closed his eyes and took a sip of the wine.

Yu's mother didn't sit for 2 minutes, and went back to the kitchen. Yu Zhile followed her as usual to see if there was anything that needed help.

After serving the dishes twice, Yu's mother asked her daughter to return to the table, and she stayed in the kitchen to cook up the dishes.

Yu Zhile also listened and sat down in his seat.

It's almost six o'clock, Yu Zhi'an is staring at the phone, waiting for the red envelope from the sky to be buckled.

At this moment, the phone in Yu Zhile's pocket also vibrated, she took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message from Jing Sheng.

The photo of the New Year’s Eve dinner, which is beautiful in color and fragrance, should be in his real home. There is a long mahogany table surrounded by magnificent European-style home decoration.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

Yu Zhile replied with two words: "I'm eating."

Jing Sheng replied again: "Eat with me next year, sit next to me."

Keep up with the emoji package with a big face and anticipation.

Yu Zhile: ...

Just as she was about to return a string of omissions to express her speechlessness, her father had already called her by name: "Zhile."

Condemnation and impatience appeared on his face in an instant: "Why do you always take out your phone when you are eating? Zhi'an is young and just looks at the phone. You are so old, and you don't know what to do with your phone all the time. An has a partner, and it is understandable to chat with the partner's mobile phone, have you talked about friends? Keep grabbing a mobile phone, do you respect us?"

As soon as the fingertips stopped, Yu Zhile stopped typing, directly logged out of WeChat, and put the phone back to its original place without changing her expression.

On the contrary, Yu Zhi'an became embarrassed and uneasy, he rolled his eyes, looked at his sister, and sneaked a glance at his father, hesitant to speak.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense.

It wasn't until Yu Mu brought a steaming stewed carrot and mutton to the table that he calmed down a bit.

She didn't know about the slight conflict a few minutes ago, but Yu Zhi'an waited for this moment for a long time.After toasting his parents for two cups, he went on one by one. The young man sat back and hemmed and said:
"Dad, Mom, I want to confess something to you."

Before getting to the point and point, his own face turned red.

"What's the matter?" Father Yu put down his chopsticks.

"That..." As long as you have a conscience, if you linger on a lie for too long, it will only bring more and more heartbreaking pain.

Yu Zhi'an really didn't want to hide it like this anymore, taking advantage of the good mood on New Year's Eve, he just wanted to shake everything up.Without too much hesitation and struggle, he said, "I didn't..."

"Yu Zhi'an." Yu Zhile called out his full name calmly, as if to remind him and stop him.

"Say." As a father, Yu's father keenly sensed something was wrong.

The young man closed his eyes tightly, and with all his might, he smashed out the truth:

"I don't have a girlfriend at all! It's all a lie! To lie to you for money! I'm really sorry for my parents!"

As soon as the words fell, there was no sound.

Yu Zhian lowered his head, his attitude was quite sincere.

Yu Zhile sighed softly, rested his forehead with one hand, and dropped the chopsticks in his hand.

Mother Yu was so surprised that she opened her lips slightly, and there were light fluctuations in her eyes.

Yu's father was silent for a while, and asked: "What do you mean, that is, you didn't talk about your girlfriend, but you lied to your mother about talking about a girlfriend, in order to ask for more money?"

Yu Zhi'an didn't dare to look at his father directly, so he just nodded his head twice.

Father Yu frowned: "Then what about the extra money you asked for? Where did you spend it? Did you spend it on yourself?"

Yu Zhi'an murmured and explained the whole story: "Well, it was for myself, because my roommates are all rich...I'm afraid I'll be looked down upon..."

"It's fine to spend what you have on yourself." Father Yu turned his head and looked at his wife and eldest daughter as a matter of course: "I didn't spend money recklessly, and I spent it all on myself. What's the point? It's normal to have some vanity when you go to school in a big city." .”

Seeing that the expressions of the two women were not right, the middle-aged man smiled incomprehensibly, and said to his wife: "Luo Aizhen, it's Chinese New Year, don't put on such a face, what's wrong with my son spending more money? I apologize, if you know your mistakes, you can improve it, so don't lie to us in the future."

"Yes." Yu Mu's eye circles were a little red, but she quickly controlled it, but she didn't want to stay in this small world for a long time, she got up in a hurry, she didn't know where to put her hands, so she had to wipe the apron twice , stepped over the stool, and went back to the kitchen——

Yes, the kitchen is a cramped place with pots and pans, grains, vegetables and fruits. For several years, as a woman, she was the only place where she felt comfortable and dominated.

I didn't want to mention this matter again, but when I heard my father's indiscriminate reaction, Yu Zhile only felt blood rushing upwards, which was a little unreasonable.

She stopped lifting the chopsticks, looked at her father with burning eyes, and asked, "Is it right for him to lie?"

When she received Dad's attention, she pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Mom gets just over three thousand a month, give him three thousand, and keep such a little for yourself, you can't live. You don't feel indebted but help out." , do you still have a conscience?"

"She's his mother!" The daughter hadn't talked back like this for a long time, and Yu's father suddenly became angry: "Didn't she give the money on her own initiative? Isn't it natural for a mother to raise a son? She doesn't even give money to the child. What are you doing with me now?" face?"

"Heh..." Yu Zhile was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "I was raised by you? Since I was born, you have been running outside, either my mother or grandma took care of me. When you were a sophomore in high school, what did you want to do with your friends on a whim? The new type of mobile scaffolding, is it you who caused the accident in the end? The ones who broke their legs, the ones you got loan sharks, came to smash and grab debts if they had nothing to do, I can’t even read, dare you say I’m begging you gift?"

"What did you say?!" Forcibly exposing the scars of several years, Yu's father only felt the pain in his heart. He slapped the table and stood up: "I wanted the accident? What do you mean now? How are you talking to me?!"

"No, but these are what I want?" Involuntary watery eyes gathered in her eyes, and Yu Zhile sneered: "You said that mother is not worthy of showing face with you, then I will tell you, I am. You have not done it in the past few years." Don't take money from me, in this family, whoever has money has the right to speak, Yu Zhonghai, who are you?"

"What are you?!" Father Yu roared fiercely.

Hearing her husband getting angry and scolding the child, Yu's mother trotted out, grabbed his shoulder desperately and persuaded him to sit down: "Why are you arguing, it's Chinese New Year."

"It's Chinese New Year..." Yu's father opened his eyes, not even wanting to look at Yu Zhile, his tone was full of contempt and disdain: "You all know about Chinese New Year, listen to what she said to me, this is something you raised, supercilious Wolf!"

Yu Zhi'an was also anxious, stood up and acted as a peacemaker together: "Father, good father, calm down, don't say anything, sister said something angry, she definitely didn't mean it in her heart."

While trying desperately to wink at Yu Zhile who was sitting there motionless.

Father Yu sneered: "Let me tell you, she is in a terrible situation now, relying on the good looks I inherited from her, sleeping with rich people and earning a few extra money, she really treats herself as a noble phoenix flying out of the chicken coop. Dare to challenge me, a defeated old rooster. It means oh, tomorrow is the year of the rooster, huh, huh, a very suitable year."

"Dad—" Yu Zhi'an also felt that his father's words were too much: "I swear my sister didn't do such a thing."

"When I came back during the Chinese New Year, there were people talking behind her back wherever I went, and she lost all face," Yu's father scoffed more and more: "Is she doing this? She knows in her heart!"

"Zhong Hai, don't say such things, she is also your daughter." Water droplets have already dripped from the corners of Yu's mother's eyes.She turned her head to look at Yu Zhile, tears were still streaming out, anxious and helpless: "You know your father's temper, so you should be patient, why are you being so stubborn with him, you have to make it difficult for everyone at this time. "

Yu Zhile sniffled, suppressing the turbulent weeping.

She stood up, with a straight and desperate posture: "Okay, I won't disturb your New Year's Eve dinner."

After speaking, he turned around, took his coat and left.

She walked very fast without turning her head, and no one could catch up to her when she got on the motorcycle.

She really endured it for too long, too many years.When she was a teenager, how much she envied those flawless families. Her parents didn't have such narrow and pathetic thoughts. Girls were born like delicate flowers, cared for in the palm of their hands.

She thought that she could bear it any longer, numb her consciousness with the most ordinary, casual, and muddled thoughts, and just go on like this, forget it, pull it down, maybe it will be fine in the future.But no, she couldn't hold it anymore, that kind of spiritual crack was growing day by day, something was crumbling, something was about to collapse, and sooner or later, she would definitely burst out.

But she never thought that tonight, this New Year's Eve, would be a happy day for thousands of families to reunite.

Yu Zhile, Yu Zhian, one contented Chang Le, one contented Chang An, the meaning of these two names, who are they comforting, and who are they deceiving? It's just that she has heard it all these years. , the biggest joke.

Tonight's self is about to flee, or is there hope for liberation.Yu Zhile couldn't figure it out either.

"Zhile—" There was a heart-piercing cry behind him, and the wind brushed against his ears vaguely.

This sound came from my mother, her old and cowardly mother.This sound also seemed to pull open a bloody gap in her heart, tears shattered into the biting night, they dried on her cheeks, like a knife cutting a dagger.

(End of this chapter)