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Breakfast: foxtail millet congee, mixed with shredded pickled vegetables, and four mixed grain pancakes.
"I usually have milk and buttered bread for breakfast," mumbled the White Bone Demon arrogantly.
I ignore her, love to eat or not, if you don't eat, you'll go hungry. Right now, you are not my guest. Don't be rude. You are now living under my roof.
I deliberately chew the pickles crisply, taking big bites of the fragrant fried pancake.
She tried to pick up some mustard greens and put them in her mouth. Soon, she couldn't stop using her chopsticks, imitating my actions, picking up the fried pancake... After the meal, I saw her satisfied burp, as if she was afraid I would see it, and quickly covered her mouth with her manicured hand.
Hypocrite!
I cook, I wash dishes, who do you think you are?
My phone rang, and she ran ahead of me to answer it: "Mom, it's me... why does your voice sound different? Is it Qin Zhijian's phone? I am... I..."
She moved the phone away from her ear, looked at the incoming number, handed me the phone, and ran into the house, closing the door behind her.
"Xiao Jian, what's the name of the girl who just called? How old is she? What does she look like?" My mom's series of questions left me unsure how to respond. "Mom, don't ask so many questions. You're 25 now, make your own decisions. Whenever you bring her home to meet me, I'll have to give her a gift as well..."
My dear mother, where did all this come from!
Just as I hung up the phone, it rang again.
I picked up the phone and said, "Hello, who is this?" There was silence on the other end for a good three seconds, just as I was about to hang up, the person spoke, "You are Xiao Qin, right?" It was a woman's voice, and I was sure I didn't know her. "I am Zhen Zhen's mother. Zhen Zhen said she is staying with you... This girl has been abroad for four years, and she hasn't learned anything else except for the Western superiority complex... I know the child I raised. Don't argue with her. Accommodate her a bit more, and she will learn to change over time... She sent me your photo, and I'm quite satisfied! The epidemic is serious, so you two should be careful... Don't have any... Alright, Auntie won't say anymore. Take care, okay?"
My great-grandmother, what's going on with her!
I pushed the door open with the phone in my hand and heard a startled cry from Wei Zhenzhen, who was covering her bare chest with a short shirt.
I stepped back and closed the door, angrily asking, "What are you doing with my clothes?"
Her angry voice: "It's been over a day, I can't even take a shower, I can't even change clothes..."
Alright, alright, I've been caught, I was wrong!
Is there any reasoning to this?
She came out with clothes in her hands and entered the bathroom, bowing her head. A small piece of clothing fell down, but she didn't notice. I didn't dare to pick it up, it was her underwear, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to explain it. There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and finally, she noticed something: "Hey, could you check if I left a piece of clothing on your bed?"
I knocked on the door, and the bathroom door opened a crack, with a little hand reaching out. In the moment of closing the door, I heard her cursing again: "Pervert!" I was going crazy.
Confucius was right, it's difficult to raise women and small-minded people.
She asked me for underwear, she asked me for sanitary napkins, how could a single dog like me have those things?
My T-shirt has become her home dress.
I had to call the property management sister to help me purchase and deliver it to her.
She used my phone to give orders in the company group, requiring everyone to work from home and not to delay the progress of work! Listening to her talking confidently in the video meeting, I couldn't help but retort to her: "What are you arranging blindly? With the epidemic so serious, Mystery Shoppers simply cannot go out to execute their work, and what work do we have to do at home?"
I was surprised that this time she didn't argue back.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and she has been getting nucleic acid tests every day, repeatedly asking the street workers, "When will the lockdown be lifted?"
Who can say for sure about this matter.
Over time, she and the boss and employees no longer communicate about work behind my back. It's time to pay the wages, and the boss said, "You figure it out... considering everything... the epidemic is severe, and everyone can't work, and the company has no income..." She was very distressed and ran to the room to discuss with me what to do.
I said, "What if you were the boss?" She didn't say anything.
I asked again, "What if you were an employee?" She shouted, "I don't need money!"
I said, "Try to consider it from the perspective of an ordinary employee, like someone who relies on their salary to make a living."
She seemed lost in thought, so I threw another line at her: "I'm no longer with your company, so please don't bother me with company matters in the future!" She retreated to the bathroom and made a long-distance call to the boss, and finally decided to pay half-salary to all employees during the period when no one was working. To be honest, in a private company, this is quite good.
She held up my phone and showed me the private messages my colleagues sent her: "Thank you manager Wei for considering this for us!" "Thanks manager Wei!"
I said, "You've taken all these thanks for yourself?"
She suddenly realized and immediately replied with a long message in the group: "Although the boss is abroad, he always cares about the domestic epidemic and everyone. The salary is also decided by the boss. The boss said that although the money is not much, it must not make everyone unable to live. At the same time, he also hopes that everyone can understand and overcome the difficulties together!"
Later, the boss called, "Xiaowei, even though I'm not there, I'm still confident in the company's situation!"
This stubborn and domineering woman blushed for the first time and gave me a good look, "Thank you!"
I'm sick, with a fever, runny nose, headache, and all-over body aches and weakness!
I feel like I've been hit by the sun!
I forced myself to call the property management.
After reporting at each level, fully armed Da Bai came to my house, nucleic acid, antigen... After a series of operations, he informed me: "Severe cold, not recommended for isolation! Ensure nutrition, cooperate with medication... Hang in there at home!"
No medicine for reducing fever seems to work.
I'm delirious, I can't eat anything, one moment I'm shivering with cold, and the next moment I'm sweating all over.
In a daze, I hear someone crying, "Mom, he's burning up, is it too hot to touch? He's delirious! I called 120, but they can't handle his condition at all..."
Then I fell into a deep sleep again. I don't know how long it was before I woke up groggily. There was a cool, damp towel on my forehead, and someone was giving me water to drink. No, it was sweet, like the taste of soy milk. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, trying hard to swallow.
I heard someone sobbing again, feeling the cool drops of water falling on my face, and then someone wiping my body. I finally came back to life, the fever on my body subsided, the blisters on my lips burst, and the dry cracks scabbed over. Wei Zhenzhen brought me a bowl of noodle soup, she lifted me up, unreservedly letting me lean on her, and although the soup had a strong starchy taste, I drank it with relish.
5.
I'm all better, fully revived.
As December arrives, I don't have any extra blankets here, and I don't know how to solve the increasingly cold sleeping problem. She's "yang," the kind of "yang" that's real.
Her forehead was burning hot to the touch. I carried her to my big bed and asked the property management to find Lianhua Qingwen and ibuprofen for her, then wrapped her tightly in the blanket. Tears welled up in her eyes as she moaned about the pain in every joint of her body, and in her delirium, she kept calling out for "Mom!" This girl, who seemed otherworldly, also had such a vulnerable side.
There's no good solution now!
She's burning up and can't sleep, so I read her a short story I wrote, a romantic one.
She frowned and occasionally criticized me: "What are you writing? In real life, there's nothing so beautiful."
I'm not angry either.
I told her a story of abuse, but she dismissed it: "Pah, pah, pah, you didn't write anything so heart-wrenching and inhumane. I won't listen. You should tell me a story with a beautiful process and a happy ending."
A week later, she had a fever, but she refused to get out of my bed: "I want to eat pancakes..."
I made a steaming hot sour soup with noodles for her, added cilantro, and a drop of sesame oil. I brought it to her, but she didn't take it. She leaned against the head of the bed and coquettishly said, "I still don't have the strength in my hands to hold the bowl..." I fed her, and after finishing one bowl, she wanted more: "Is there more? Give me another bowl."
I deliberately put on a cold face: "No, your body is just right, you can't eat too much, this meal is enough."
She pulled the blanket over her head, rummaged around inside, and suddenly threw out two small items of clothing: "Help me wash these, don't use the washing machine..."
She took over my spot. In the evening, after serving her dinner, I took my laptop to the living room to work. She called from inside, "Come over and talk to me, quickly!" Now she has complete control over me. She made me sit on the bed, leaning against me, and asked, "Little brother, where is your hometown? Who is in your family?" Seeing me embarrassed, she changed the subject. "I read that piece you wrote. Do you really see me, as a director, in such a bad light?"
I won't answer her.
She rubbed her head against mine and said, "I know it's my fault. I contacted the client, and they confirmed that it's not your responsibility. I also dealt with their contact person, and their director called me to give full recognition to your work... I will explain to the boss and withdraw the dismissal report for you. I'm sorry for making you suffer!"
"Is this still her?
To be honest, it seems like this girl who is three and a half years older than me is not so unreasonable and insensitive.
The weather is getting colder and colder."
I'm single and I only have two bedsheets, so it's not bad when the weather is warm. But now that it's really cold, I just can't handle it.
I contacted property management and they said: necessary living supplies are okay, but these bedding things we can't even bother with!
My bed has been taken over by him, and I'm currently sleeping on the sofa every night. I wrap myself in the sheets as tightly as possible to keep warm, thinking that she might not be much better off than me inside the house.
6.
Without income from my salary, I have to work even harder at typing.
She got up at night to use the bathroom and saw me wrapped in a blanket, hunched over the dining table typing on the keyboard. She actually took the initiative to pour me a cup of hot tea, saying, "You don't have to work so hard... I had my mom transfer some pocket money to your Alipay account, consider it as living expenses for the time I've been staying with you."
I looked at the clock and it was past eleven at night. I opened my Alipay bill and almost bit my tongue: a single transfer of ten thousand, and there were ten of them! Is this just pocket money? My basic monthly salary is only 8000!
As I saw her entering the room, I wanted to ask her clearly. Isn't it just about letting a girl stay with me for three months? I can't afford such a large amount of money.
I knocked on the door, and she lazily responded, "What's up? Come in and talk."
I asked her, "Do you know how much money your mom transferred?"
"Yeah, she said she'll have my dad transfer more tomorrow," she replied nonchalantly.
"How much is your monthly allowance?" I asked.
"It's not necessarily, usually less than twenty thousand... "
I swallowed and said, "Okay, even if it's twenty thousand, what does it mean for your mom to transfer 100,000?"
"That's not enough, there's also your share!" She blinked her big eyes at me.
"You probably only make over ten thousand a month, and you've spent it all? Are your parents running a bank? You're such a spendthrift..." I was completely speechless.
"Why do you talk like my dad and mom? How do you know my parents work at a bank? Did you talk to my mom?" She bombarded me with questions, leaving me stunned once again.
Forget it, let's leave it at that for now.
7.
Unlocked!
You can see the joy and laughter outside from the window.
Wei Zhenzhen notified everyone in the work group that we will officially start working from tomorrow. I felt lost. After Wei Zhenzhen finished her work, she turned to look at me. "Shall we celebrate?" she said.
"What are we celebrating?" I asked.
"We're celebrating the lifting of the lockdown!" she said, but she didn't seem very happy.
I thought to myself, maybe we're also celebrating our three-month anniversary of 'living together.'
The two of us went shopping for fatty beef, lamb, tripe, meatballs, and duck intestines. When choosing the base ingredients, I wanted a clear broth, but she insisted on "spicy and numbing." Before I could say anything, a salesgirl interjected, "Sir, it's best to listen to your girlfriend." Neither of us corrected her. I picked up the spicy and numbing base, and she threw a bag of clear broth into the shopping cart.
"What else do you like to eat?" She linked her arm with mine.
"Maybe some vegetables," I said.
"What else do you like to eat?" I asked her.
"The noodles at home are running out, let's buy some more noodles," she said as she kept taking handfuls into the basket.
"That's enough, it's enough for today," I intervened.
She continued to take more into the car and said, "It seems like the oil at home is running low too, let's buy two more cans, and also some toilet paper."
Caught a glimpse of sanitary napkins, she grabbed a few packs and put them in the car, "I need to stock up in the future." Then she picked out a pile of pajamas, underwear, and bras. She also carefully selected a set of men's pajamas and a stack of shorts based on my body shape. My heart was pounding.
When I got home, she ordered, "You wash the vegetables and get ready to cook, I'll tidy up the house."
I wanted to open a beer, but she stopped me, "Beer is not exciting, drink white wine!"
Hongxing Erguotou, poured into a paper cup.
She boldly clinked glasses with me and said, "Cheers! Can you handle it?"
Can a man say "I can't" in front of a woman?
Then she poured a second glass and said, "Good things come in pairs!"
At halftime, I desperately stuffed food into my mouth. I usually only drink two liang of white wine, but at this rate, I'll be drunk in no time. She also had a rosy complexion. She served me food, and I placed a perfectly cooked tripe in front of her as well.
Then we continued drinking.
all under Heaven There is no feast that doesn't end.
It's almost ten o'clock at night, and both of us are about done.
8.
Stop cleaning up, go to bed first.
After washing up, she entered the bedroom, but the door didn't close as usual.
I also washed up and returned to my sofa. Where is my blanket?
I knocked on the door.
"It's open, why are you knocking?" she scolded lightly, but I could sense an indescribable feeling in my ears.
I hesitated as I went in, she was leaning on the bed in her pajamas, with both blankets covering her.
I'm not pretending anymore!
I turned around and closed the door.
She suddenly reached out and turned off the light, pulling the blanket over her head. I didn't care, and struggled to take off my clothes one by one. I lay next to her warm body on the outside, she didn't speak, using her body to push me away. I wanted to turn over to the inside, but she firmly held me with her smooth arms.
9.
Zhen Zhen's father is the branch manager of Construction Bank in River City, and her mother is the deputy branch manager of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in Jiangbei Province.
The next day, she arranged work at the company first, and in the evening, she took me home to meet her parents.
I feel very inferior. I only graduated from a junior college, and I haven't even had a formal job in river city. Is it possible for us to be together?
Halfway through the meal, her mother called me to the study. "Xiao Qin, come here for a moment. Auntie wants to talk to you."
Wei Zhenzhen coquettishly said, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Her mother glared, "Eat your meal. What's wrong with me having a private conversation with Xiao Qin for the first time we meet?"
I knew the most important moment had arrived.
The door closed, and the woman, who was not yet fifty, had a frosty expression, "How old are you, Xiao Qin?"
I sniffled: "Twenty-five already."
"What's your dad doing?" This is a must-answer question and the point value is relatively high.
"Growing crops, none of them know how to read." I honestly said after lowering my head.
"How's your income?"
"I was laid off by the company, now I'm unemployed, mainly relying on writing online novels to make money, the income... is unstable..."
Ms. Huang's face looked even worse.
I almost wanted to bury my head in the ground.
"Then tell Auntie the truth, do you really love her?" I suddenly lifted my head, "Auntie, at first I didn't like her, she was too willful, domineering, and unreasonable, but now I feel she's not like that anymore, I think she's pretty good, and she's been good to me! I love her!"
Auntie Huang sighed, and I waited quietly for her judgment.
"Have you been bullied by her during the three months you've been together?" I almost doubted my own ears, but the deputy director of the provincial bank in front of me, who behaved with dignity and seriousness, had no hint of joking.
"No, we're doing fine," I replied eagerly. How did the conversation turn into a quiz on relationships?
"Good, as long as there's no problem. Over the years, I've introduced her to several friends, but they couldn't stand her bad temper. She's one thing, but Auntie thinks it's your ability to tolerate her. I heard you just bought a house? You don't need to worry about the renovation, furniture, or appliances... If she doesn't behave well in the future, mistreats you or your parents, tell Auntie and I will straighten her out with your uncle!"
Oh my god.
10.
The meal is finished.
I had another cup of tea, chatted for a while, then got up to leave: "Aunt, uncle, it's getting late, so I'll head back now."
The two bank managers got up to see me off: "Alright, take your time on the way, and if you have time, come back home for a meal. We'll visit your parents with your uncle later."
Her mother kicked Zhen Zhen, who was still munching on melon seeds, "Take her back to your place before she eats again."
She started looking for a bag, rummaging through this room and that room: her dad's cigarettes and alcohol, her mom's good tea... It was like moving house.
Baozi, do you think, from now on, can my brother just lie flat?
(The end)
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