Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 4

After rejecting Jing Sheng's invitation for a drink, Yu Zhile took out her phone.

On the travel software, there were driver orders one after another, but she was in no mood to grab them.

Breathing out a thin puff of white mist, Yu Zhile was about to put the phone back into his pocket when he didn't want it to vibrate.

Taking it out again, he narrowed his eyes and took a look.

On the screen, a name that instantly upset her to the top.

Looking at the golden traffic in the distance, Yu Zhile let out another breath, and then he answered the phone as if he had made up his mind.

"Hey, Mom."

Her tone was calm, without emotion.

"Are you rich?" The person on the other side cut straight to the point.

Yu Zhile didn't reply.

"They went to your father's construction site." Mom lowered her voice suddenly, cowering as if a ghost was hiding by her side.

"What about your own money?" Yu Zhile asked back: "The salary of three thousand and two a month is not a lot."

"Zhi'an doesn't need money to go to school. He has a girlfriend who is the daughter of the county deputy director." Mom became proud again: "You must work hard to please other girls. You can buy a necklace for thousands of dollars."

His body was getting cold, Yu Zhile put his hands back into his pockets: "How much has he asked you for this month?"

"Three thousand."

"You just kept two hundred for yourself?" Yu Zhile's nose turned red from the cold in the night wind, she asked a little funny.

"I will eat and sleep with the master's family. What will it cost?" Mom returned to the topic: "Where are you? I said that I have something to do with my daughter at night. I have to go back later. I want to make tea at night. His old woman is fierce." Yes, I will definitely have to talk more when I go back late."

"1912." Yu Zhile said.

"What are you doing in that ghostly place again? A good girl would go to that kind of place?" Mom reprimanded, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you at the Agricultural Bank of Sanyuan Lane."

She suppressed her voice again: "They are waiting in your father's dormitory, and several people will hold him until the money arrives."

Yu Zhile was silent for a while, closed his eyes and replied, "I'll go after a while."

"Okay, hurry up." Mom urged again, and hung up the phone.

Yu Zhile took a taxi directly to the Agricultural Bank of Sanyuan Lane.

Sure enough, my mother was already there, standing in the corner of the room where the ATM machine was displayed, staring blankly at a certain place.

Her hair was tied up in a mess, and the red scarf around her neck was a birthday present she bought for her three years ago.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

Yu Zhile turned his eyes away and walked in quickly.

The glass door slowly moved away, and Yu's mother greeted him with a wide smile when she saw him.

Not wanting to exchange pleasantries, Yu Zhile asked directly, "How much does Dad want?"

"5 yuan, do you have any?"

"I only have more than 4 in my card." Yu Zhile took out his wallet and drew a card from it.

"How much is 4?"

"Forty-three thousand."

"Can I borrow some from Tiantian? Let's make it together." Mom suggested.

Yu Zhile refused without thinking: "No."

Last week, I calculated the annual income of the dessert shop with Zhang Sitian, and she said, "That's all, is there more?"

"Okay," my mother drooped her eyebrows regretfully, took out her mobile phone from the small bag she was carrying, and dialed it: "Old man, Zhile only has [-] here, can you ask them if they can accommodate you? "

Waited quietly for 2 minutes.

People who come and go to withdraw money let cold air in from time to time.

And looked at the pair of mother and daughter who were chatting at the side with weird eyes, who seemed quite out of place.

"It's ok!" The mother hung up the phone, smiled happily, and looked at her daughter who was almost a head taller than herself: "Zhile, they said it's ok, you should transfer the money quickly."

Yu Zhile didn't answer, walked to an empty machine, inserted the card, and operated.

Mom followed her, talking non-stop, jumping like a lucky little girl: "I was lucky enough to report [-] yuan, and it's okay, so I can leave [-] yuan for you."

The hand that pressed the password paused for a few seconds, and Yu Zhile continued to press the remaining ones.

The peers were credited in real time, and within a few minutes, there was a call over there, and my mother breathed a sigh of relief.

Go to the door of the bank.

Yu Zhile asked, "How did you go back?"

Mom replied: "Walk back, it's not far."

"Ah."

No more conversations.

Before parting, my mother said gratefully, "Dad said thank you."

Yu Zhile didn't say anything, she wanted to say "um", her nose seemed to be blocked, and she didn't respond after all.

Getting used to her daughter's stuffy personality, her mother said, "If you go back, I will go back too."

Yu Zhile held the card in her hand, after a while, took out her wallet, took out all the four one hundred cards inside, and handed them to her mother.

Mom's eyes turned red all of a sudden, she pushed it and said no.

Yu Zhile was a little impatient, and said to her, "Take it!"

The middle-aged woman took it and looked at her, her eyes were still hot.

Yu Zhile thought for a while, then took the gloves out of his pocket and stuffed them to his mother.

When my mother was holding the phone tremblingly just now, the frostbite on her fingers was frightening.

"You little girl, why did you give me the gloves again?" Mom couldn't laugh or cry.

Yu Zhile replied, "Where are your gloves?"

"I forgot to wear it."

"Just wear this." Yu Zhile put her hands back into her pockets again, as if refusing to accept the whole world: "I'm leaving."

She is saying goodbye.

Mom looked down at the pair of gloves, tears were hanging in her eyes, almost falling out, she bent her mouth: "Is it expensive, it's still made of leather."

"Puppy." After saying this, Yu Zhile turned around and left.

At the same time, Jing Sheng, who had just been frustrated by the woman, naturally had no interest in staying in the bar to have fun.

He returned to the apartment, pressed the combination lock dejectedly, and as soon as he entered the door, the light in the entrance turned on.

As people walked in, the overhead sensor lights and central air conditioner were turned on one by one, and the whole room suddenly became bright and warm.

Jing Sheng threw his coat on the sofa, hugged the notebook on the coffee table, and ran to the French window.

The glass on one wall almost reflects the strangeness of the entire city.

Jing Sheng sat on the carpet, propped his chin, pressed the power button, and planned to watch a movie to relieve his worries.

As soon as you enter the main screen, an email reminder pops up in the upper right corner.

Jingsheng opened it.

The name of the attachment is "Information and contact information of the seven households in Chenfang 310.xlsx"

From his dad's secretary.

Grass...

Jing Sheng immediately wanted to smash the computer downstairs, smashing his body to pieces.

The man violently messed up his meticulously combed hair, and clicked on the file.

Rolling the center axis of the mouse wildly, and pulling the bottomless form, he gradually changed from being furious all over his body to a face full of lovelessness.

Not only do I want to smash the notebook, but I also want to die with it.

Ah, my head hurts.

Jing Sheng raised his forehead and began to slowly pull it up, complaining about these people's names.

Zhang Jianye.

Jianye, where did Jian go? Why do you still live in that crappy place?

Zhang Chunfeng.

Haven't seen you flying on a branch to become a phoenix?
Zhao Caiquan.

Zhu Laifu.

Zou Dafu.

I'm also Chow Tai Fook, you people, can you name them in person?

Jing Sheng frowned furiously, it was still Jing Sheng who lived up to his name and deserved it.

It is obvious that his face is a wonderfully crafted scenic spot.

"Z" begins the last name and ends with "Y".

Yang...

Yuan...

At……

wait, wait, wait,
What did he just see?
Jing Sheng stopped the mouse, and slowly dragged the form back.

Finally, the cursor is fixed on one of the names.

Homeowner: Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile...

Same name and last name?

Jing Sheng immediately turned his head to grab the phone, dialed out Zhile's number, then leaned closer to the screen, moved his gaze to the back of the row, and checked the number.

"132..."

The light reflected the man's face white, and the mouth unconsciously read aloud.

"7956..."

"653X..."

Digging!

Jing Sheng almost kicked over the laptop, it's the same, it's really her!

Such a coincidence?
Jing Sheng froze where he was, with his eyes crooked, so unhappy.

Ha, haha, you can pull it for a while, but you can't be strong forever, hit grandpa on my head, right?
Today you ignore Lao Tzu, tomorrow Lao Tzu will make you kneel on the ground.

He couldn't wait to make a phone call and show off.

In the next second, he remembered that he had been blocked by this woman's refusal.

So what, Jing Sheng curled his lips, took out his mobile phone, and called Assistant Song.

Near ten o'clock, Yu Zhile returned home, changed his shoes, raised his hand and pressed the light twice, but there was no response, and the room was still dark.

Yu Zhile frowned, only then did he notice that there was a community power outage notice pasted on the door panel.

It may be posted in the afternoon, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am tomorrow, please be prepared.

Yu Zhile tore it off, lumped it up, and threw it into the trash can next to the table.

She turned and walked in, took out a white candle from the cabinet, turned on the gas, and lit it.

There was a soft crackling sound, and the candlelight jumped out from the wick, instantly illuminating the cramped hut.

Except for the partition in the bathroom, the other places are almost connected together. The gas stove is temporarily used as the kitchen, and the tables and chairs on the side are responsible for the heavy duty, and they also serve as the dining table and desk.

The bed is next to the wall, and a curtain is used to block it, which is considered a bedroom.

Although I was out all day and only came back at night, the place was well cleaned up.

There are several Beatles posters on the wall, there are books beside the pillow, some old records are neatly placed in the wire frame of the bedside table, and there is a guitar at the end of the bed.

Yu Zhile leveled the candle and dripped oil on the table.

One drop after another, she was a little distracted, accidentally saw a box of Baiwan on the corner of the table, and she didn't know that she forgot it here a few days ago.

Press the candle on the undried candle oil, let it stand firmly, and then Yu Zhile let go to reach for the box of cigarettes.

After shaking, there was a light knock on the wall of the carton.

Yu Zhile opened the lid, and there was only one left.She pulled it out, supported the edge of the table with one hand, and put the smoke on the candle with the other, quietly.

The candle flickered and the cigarette butt was slowly ignited.

A wisp of blue smoke curled up, and there were tiny red lights.

Leaving her hand from the table, Yu Zhile held the cigarette between her fingers and took a puff.

take a deep breath.

Take it away from the center of your lips again, and slowly exhale the smoke.

The phone on the table is on.

Yu Zhile closed her eyes, it was a text message to remind her.

Yu Zhile shook the cigarette, turned it on, and there was another unfamiliar number, the content was only one word, "old"

Immediately afterwards, another series of unfamiliar numbers sent messages to her mobile phone like pieces of paper.

Moreover, there is only one Chinese character in each text message.

From bottom to top, it can just be connected into a sentence.

"old"

"child"

"Have"

"ten"

"indivual"

"hand"

"machine"

You don't need to think about it to know who it is, it's easy, Yu Zhile closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention.

Within two seconds, there was another round of "one-word text message" bombardment.

"Have"

"Book"

"thing"

"Complete"

"department"

"pull"

"black"

"what"

Yu Zhile: "..."

Incomprehensible.

Yu Zhile couldn't help laughing, she was amused by this idiot.

After a while, the woman's face turned cold, she picked the last number with a cigarette in her hand, and replied two words to him:
"boring?"

A few seconds later, the other person replied on the same number: "Well, boring."

He also added a kaomoji, which looks very aggrieved,
It seems to be pretending to be pitiful, and it seems to be playing cheap.

(End of this chapter)