Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 55

That evening in the hospital, just as Yuan Muran finished speaking, a gust of wind swept over, blowing the thin grass leaves in the flower garden.

Destined?

Yu Zhile raised her eyebrows and looked away. She snorted lightly before turning to look at him again: "Take good care of your dad, okay."

She's a little impatient and doesn't want to hide any visceral negativity.

Yuan Muran collected himself and curled his lips: "Is this a refusal?"

With one hand in his pocket, Yu Zhile nodded lightly: "Yes."

Yuan Muran still maintained a proper smile: "I was impulsive."

Yu Zhile didn't answer his words, just said: "Let's go."

"OK, bye."

A few days later, Yu Zhilezu's headache and cold for a week had all healed.

She sorted out the rented house, took out a few certificates that had been unused for a long time from the small safe next to the bed, and wiped them clean one by one.

When I opened the land certificate, the first thing that caught my eye was the three words "Yu Zhile" clearly written behind the land use right holder in the first column.In the spring of 2010, she was changed to her name by her grandma, and it has been seven years so far.

In her hand, a small certificate with almost no weight weighed on her like a heavy weight for several years.

Yu Zhile closed it, picked up the mobile phone beside her, and dialed her mother's number.

Wait for a while, pick it up over there.

"Hi, Mom." Yu Zhile called her.

Mom may be cooking, and there is the background sound of the range hood whirring in my ears: "Zhile? What's the matter?"

Yu Zhile asked: "Are you free these days?"

"Let me see." The middle-aged woman paused, "What are you going to do?"

Yu Zhile was dumb for a moment, then said in a calm voice: "If you have time, go back to Chenfang and prepare the materials. We will go to the village committee to complete the land transfer."

The rumble of the wind suddenly stopped, I am afraid that my mother thought she didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Chenfang is definitely going to be demolished. I'm going to transfer our house to your name. In just a few days, you arrange your time," Yu Zhile's voice became more sonorous and firm than the previous sentence: " What specific materials and what to fill in, I will send it to your mobile phone later."

After being quiet for a long time, Yu's mother seemed to be digesting: "Why is it like this all of a sudden, give me the house?"

"I don't want compensation for demolition."

"Are you fighting against us?" Mom couldn't understand.

"No," her tone showed a clear meaning of farewell: "After taking the resettlement house and compensation payment, and paying off Dad's debts, you don't have to go to work, you all don't work, and you can take care of him for the elderly. Anyway, Zhi'an is getting older, and he will have a house when he gets married, so you can live with him. Or buy him a small commodity house, it's not impossible."

She is like a person who is about to die, explaining the funeral in detail;
It also seems that they have already packed their bags and are about to embark on a journey, wandering in a foreign land, and will be separated from them from then on.

Suddenly feeling a great panic, Yu's mother exclaimed: "Zhile! Don't make such a decision casually, I won't transfer ownership with you!"

Yu Zhile's tone was lax and cold: "Then all the money is mine?"

"What on earth are you going to do?" The faintly threatening tone made Yu Mu's hair stand on end.

"Mom, I'm going to do my own thing," she stated very calmly: "I have served this family for almost ten years, and I have been banned by you for almost ten years. I don't talk about what should be mine, what is not It should be mine, and what I have now will be properly returned to you. I can’t do anything if I don’t keep the foundation of my grandparents, but I’m not ashamed of my heart. In return, there is no need to be grateful."

"What are you talking about?" It seemed that the daughter on the other end of the phone was turning into wind, turning into foam, and could no longer be grasped.

Mother Yu has already started crying anxiously, "Where are you going?"

"Not going anywhere, it's just..." The important decision also made Yu Zhile very nervous, his chest was heaving.Leaning less, she can't be bothered: "I just want to live for myself once."

While she was young.

Take advantage of the beautiful weather outside the window.

While she still has the strength and courage to run.

While the dream is still shining, it hasn't faded away.

Unable to bear the pain of parting love, gritted his teeth, smashed the shackles, and took that long step, who knows if there is any marvelous inconceivable, who has been waiting for a long time?
Yu Zhile hung up the phone, and when her fingertips were wet, she realized that she had clenched her fist for a long time.

He opened his hands, palms glistening with sweat.

Yu Zhile walked back to the window, and the sunlight instantly flooded her.In the comforting warmth and transparent freedom, she couldn't help crying.

Half a month, half a month counting the days.

It is always said that time is like water and can dilute many things.

Although Jing Sheng's emotions are not as intense as they were at the beginning, his life has returned to normal. He works from nine to five, eats three meals a day, has work and entertainment, and also hangs out with friends.

But he still couldn't bear to delete Yu Zhile's WeChat column. He would click on it every day when he woke up, saying good morning to her, and saying good night to her again before going to bed, which had become a habit in his life.

Occasionally, I will tell anecdotes of the day, and then I will say "the other party is not your friend" that pops up over there, and then comfort myself.

One Sunday, he asked Assistant Song to get a large ordinary car and secretly drove it to the intersection of the building where she lived in Yuzhile Community.

Quietly stopped there for a day, wanting to see her.

As a result, from morning to night, Yu Zhile didn't even see a shadow or a hem of his clothes.

Throughout the day, when a woman of similar stature passed by, it would always set off a turmoil in his heart, but when he settled down to make a judgment, it turned into complete disappointment.

Jing Sheng asked someone to check Zhile's rental information, but she hasn't checked out yet, and the water and electricity are still in use.

But for some reason, he didn't dare to find Yu Zhile in person.

Afraid that she would loathe and dislike him even more, and hide farther from now on, hiding from the range and vision that he can still see.

In these few days, she never worked as a substitute driver, never delivered cakes, and only went back to Chenfang twice.

He called his second uncle and wanted to ask if Lin Youheng and Yu Zhile had contacted again during this period, and his second uncle replied, no.

Sometimes when there is less work, Jing Sheng will keep re-logging the mobile games he and Yu Zhile played together one by one.

Only here.He was left out.And the hope and luck of being close to her.

He hoped that Yu Zhile would go online suddenly, so he must resist the trembling of his hands and invite her to form a team, talk to her a lot of heartfelt thoughts, tell her that he misses her very much, and misses her especially.

but,

No,

Her name is always gray, and her record is still at the night before they broke up.

Slowly, Jing Sheng also came to understand that she didn't forget to delete his game friends, but that she would never come back to the world with him.

Jing Sheng sat back in the back seat, and the driver in the front seat was still familiar with Song Zhi.

Everything returned to its original appearance, and Yu Zhile seemed to have completely disappeared from his life.

The past six months seemed like a dream.

At the end of March, Yu Zhile, who had practiced piano at home for most of the month, received a call from Lin Youheng, whom she had not seen for a long time, and asked her to meet at the last "Zhongyi".

Yu Zhile still carried the guitar on her back, it was now her half life.

This time, Lin Youheng came 10 minutes late, but still apologized to Yu Zhile in a good-tempered manner.

Yu Zhile only said, "It's okay."

The woman's dress is still low-key today, and she ordered a cup of her favorite matcha latte.She spoke in a hurry, waited for the waiter to come up, took a sip, and asked calmly, "Miss Yu, did you break up with Boss Jing?"

Yu Zhile was taken aback, his eyes flickered twice, and he replied, "Well, it's been a while."

"It's been a while." Lin Youheng put down the simple and elegant rough clay cup: "He asked Jingcheng to ask me several times."

"Oh," she might be afraid that Yu Zhile would not understand, so she added an explanation: "Zhi Cheng is Second Uncle Jing Sheng."

Yu Zhile nodded without saying a word, as if she didn't want to discuss this topic again.

Lin Youheng didn't take it over easily, instead, he tended to stay on top of it for a long time: "How did you break up?"

Yu Zhile was a little conflicted, and frowned unobtrusively, and intuitively gave his own feelings: "Is this related to what we are going to talk about today?"

Lin Youheng smiled: "Yes, it has a lot to do with it."

She asked again: "You mentioned breaking up?"

"Ah."

"Why?" Lin Youheng raised his legs, put one hand on his knee, and calmed down: "Why did you break up with Jing Sheng? You can treat me as a gossip. I really want to hear the reason."

Yu Zhile was silent.

Lin Youheng seemed to have insight into people's hearts: "Miss Yu, no one sent me to ask these questions. I contacted you today, and no one knew about it. You can rest assured. It's just that I want to ask, and I want to have a better understanding of you. In-depth understanding."

"I don't know how to say it either." Yu Zhile replied.

Lin Youheng raised his eyebrows, maintaining an attitude of spring breeze all the time: "You organize your words slowly, I can wait."

"Because..." Memories flooded in like a gust of wind, Yu Zhile didn't make her wait any longer, she just wanted to quickly skip everything about Jing Sheng: "I want to return to myself."

Yu Zhile pursed her lips: "Jing Sheng treats me very well, there is no doubt about it, but I don't agree with this kind of kindness."

"I am an independent individual, but he treats me like a blank sheet of paper, a completely blank sheet of paper, self-righteously drawing the pattern he wants and painting it with his favorite paint."

"He thought I liked these too."

"Actually, I'm not."

"It's funny to say it. The last time I made up my mind to find you, part of the reason was to get closer to Jing Sheng and want to be with him in the future." Speaking of this, Yu Zhile smiled self-deprecatingly: "Later, I found out that I was actually Wrong, his and I's respective future blueprints, apart from being together, there is no overlap at all."

Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes gradually became emptiness and distant: "Over the years, I have been constrained by many factors, including family and feelings. Of course, it is more about my family situation. It's complicated, it's nothing more than the mischief of worldly things, but it's just uncomfortable."

"If you have to treat me as a piece of paper, then my previous experience of more than 20 years is that I have splashed ink and painted a layer of gray water on this paper, which is gloomy, casual, sloppy, and not good-looking."

"So, that night, the night Jing Sheng and I had a quarrel and proposed to break up, I looked at him, and there was only one thought in my mind, I would turn over the paper, take the pen back into my hand, and write an inscription for myself again. ,"

The woman's eyes seemed to be able to dance with fire.

Her voice, so calm and firm, is also so firm:
"Maybe not so bright and gorgeous, colorful. But what I write down stroke by stroke is the life I really want."

(End of this chapter)