C518
C518
The landscape painting on the wall was still there. However, the new landscape painting of the time had now become dilapidated. It was unknown who had deducted two pieces from the fish-like map hanging on the southern wall, revealing the milky-yellow walls. Only a lonely wagging tail remained.
Not knowing why, Huang Xing's heart suddenly felt sour! This feeling might have something to do with the effects of alcohol. But even if he didn't drink tonight, he believed that he would be unable to control his emotions when he saw this familiar yet strange scene. This, after all, was a place to rest when he was down. In this small house of a dozen square meters, he and his wife had lived a difficult life together. It was also within this small house that his wife's nature exploded as she said something fierce that Huang Xing would remember vividly for the rest of his life. And it was also in this small house that Ouyang Mengjiao suddenly broke into his world after his wife left.
How many times he had cooked noodles and instant noodles with the old wiring machine, how many times he had lain in this hard bed, secretly crying, secretly laughing, secretly listening to the passionate battle horns of the couple next door, how many times he had left early in the morning and come home late, how the shabby furniture and the pots and pans had created a feeling of temporary home, of being able to keep him from being starved by the wind; how many times ?
Compared to his current spacious and bright home, this shabby rented house seemed very cold. Cold air poured in from nowhere and filled the room. On the cement floor, there was a pile of paper and trash that the previous tenant had thrown away before he left. It seemed that the tenant left in a hurry, just like when he left. Huang Xing remembered the things that happened when he left this place. It was Fu Zhenxin who insisted on following her to see where she was staying. However, when she came in, she felt sore all over. She did not expect the Office Chief of the Xinyuan Company would actually live in such an old and crude small rented room. The kind Fu Zhenxin convinced Fu Jie to give the house that she had left unoccupied to Huang Xing to use and live in. It was also because of this that a series of indescribable emotional entanglement occurred between him and the Fu sisters.
Many emotions turned into many familiar scenes that were played one by one in Huang Xing's mind.
The feeling of teleportation which he had experienced a few years ago made Huang Xing seem as if he had suddenly become a small fry filled with fighting spirit and passion. The little security guard;
Or rather, from this little rented house, Huang Xing saw his own love history and his own struggles. After being separated for a few years, it was obvious that it was a stranger, but it still exuded a familiar aura. The shabby house was suffused with a special smell. This smell seemed to have caused a strong chemical reaction within Yellow Star's body. It was to the point that he stood there blankly, a myriad of emotions intertwined in his eyes as tears welled up within his eyes.
Just as Ouyang Mengjiao was touching the few paintings on the wall with interest, he suddenly touched the white light in Huang Xing's eyes. "Eh, are you crying?" Ouyang Mengjiao was very surprised as he walked over.
Huang Xing calmed his emotions and said indifferently: "I'm not crying, I'm sighing with emotion."
Ouyang Mengjiao tsked: I didn't expect you to be such a nostalgic person. Like I said, people have feelings. You can't forget this place.
Huang Xing wandered around the room, secretly comparing its current appearance to a few years ago.
Ouyang Mengjiao sat on the bed, and deliberately used his butt to move it up and down to test the quality of the bed: "Do you think this is the bed that we slept on all those years ago?"
Huang Xing looked carefully at the pure wood bed frame and black mold already growing on it. "Yes!" Huang Xing nodded his head: That's right, the bed had not changed. Look, the brick on the foot of the bed isn't moving.
Almost by accident, Huang Xing caught sight of a black grey thing closest to the bottom of the bed. To be exact, it was two.
Huang Xing pulled back the bed and finally saw clearly that it was a pair of female High-heeled shoes s. As he had been under the bed for a long time, the surface of his shoes had become moldy and rotten. Inside the shoes, there were many things similar to mouse poop. Huang Xing blew at the dust on the shoes, wanting to look at them from inside!
Ouyang Mengjiao suspiciously asked: Quickly throw it away, it's so dirty, what are you doing with it? Ouch, disgusting, smelly shoes! Whose shoes are these?
Huang Xing ignored her.
Ouyang Mengjiao muttered to himself: It's not my shoes anyway, I never throw my shoes under the bed. It must be ? It must have been one of the tenants here, so unkempt, throwing smelly shoes all over the place. Hmph, how stinky.
Huang Xing reached out and took out the insole on the pair of shoes. The insole was extremely exquisite, and there were many peony flowers embroidered on it. Despite the dust, the intricacy of the insole could not be concealed. Huang Xing blew at the dust, and said expressionlessly: "This pair of shoes was personally embroidered by my mother. In the middle of the night, she wore a pair of flowery glasses embroidered one needle after another.
"Ah?" "What?" Ouyang Mengjiao was startled for a moment. "You're saying ??" You mean... These shoes... It's your ex-wife Zhao Xiaoran's?
Huang Xing nodded: That's right. When she left that night, she took nothing with her except her clothes. When we were together, my parents liked her a lot. Although our family was very poor, they talked a lot to please this daughter-in-law. My mother made her a cotton coat, made her a insole, but she didn't wear it a single time. She thought it was too fat. She had been using this insole the entire time.
Ouyang Mengjiao opened his mouth wide in shock: Really? What a pity, what a pity. She failed to live up to your family's beautiful expectations.
Huang Xing shook the insole he pulled out from his shoes on the bed frame, shaking off the dust. The insole that symbolized hope and motherly love was now so heavy.
Ouyang Mengjiao thought for a while before saying: "Throw that shoe away, it's already moldy!" These tenants were also quite lazy. They had swapped out so many times, yet they hadn't cleaned the bottom of the bed. Look at the dirt under the bed. Ouch.
Huang Xing then asked her: When you lived, did you clean up?
Ouyang Mengjiao said with reason: "I cleaned it before!" But there was no way to reach it. He took the broom and hooked it under the bed a few times. Besides, this is the room you rented, okay? My room is next door. I was married to a chicken, and I lived with you in this room.
When she said "marry the chicken to the chicken", it sounded stiff, but it also perfectly implied a special state of mind that Ouyang Mengjiao had in the past.
Just then, the Landlady Auntie walked in with a blanket, Huang Xing quickly took it and put it on the bed.
'Just one night! ' Ouyang Mengjiao said, and glanced at Huang Xing.
Huang Xing sighed, and did not say a word.
To be exact, this rented house that he had not seen for a long time brought back too many memories and sorrows from the depths of his heart. He really wanted to find and explore even more memories and memories within this limited space. Although it was a painful process, it was also extremely fascinating. The beautiful or sore past was like the flesh that grew on his body. It was so real, so sensitive.
Landlady Auntie said: There's a broom outside. You guys clean the room a bit, so I won't... I won't disturb you any longer. Early... Rest early.
Huang Xing nodded.
Ouyang Mengjiao raised his hand and urged her: Go, Auntie.
Landlady Auntie walked to the door, but suddenly turned back and looked at Ouyang Mengjiao with a strange gaze, as if he wanted to say something.
'What's wrong? ' Ouyang Mengjiao asked doubtfully.
Landlady Auntie smelt the strong scent of alcohol from her body once again. "How many bottles of alcohol did you drink?" By the way, what time do you leave tomorrow?
Ouyang Mengjiao thought for a moment, then said: I'll probably have to leave early in the morning. We... We all have to work.
'Early in the morning... "Then ?" Landlady Auntie stuttered: "Then why don't we..." How about... First... That is ?
She thought for a while and didn't say anything. She pinched it with two fingers and made a gesture that was similar to picking up money.
Ouyang Mengjiao immediately understood that she was hinting at him to quickly pay the rent of the three hundred yuan. Ouyang Mengjiao laughed, and indeed took out three hundred dollar bills from his purse, and handed it over to Landlady Auntie: Don't worry Auntie, I will not miss your room money.
'It's great, it's wonderful. Landlady Auntie received the three hundred yuan with trembling hands. It was as if he had received an unexpected huge sum of money, and his face bloomed with an unconcealable joy. Then ? You guys pack up and rest early. When you leave tomorrow, just leave. Lock the door and put the key in ? Put it on the windowsill or on the table where I can see it.
With that, the Landlady Auntie happily left.
Huang Xing and Ouyang Mengjiao looked at each other, Huang Xing laughed bitterly and said: You really want to stay here?
Ouyang Mengjiao raised his head: Since I have already handed over the money, it's already too late for me to think about it.
Huang Xing frowned: What the hell are you doing here, you?
Ouyang Mengjiao stressed: I'm not selling any medicine, I just have a whim. I just want to relive my life's experiences, and want to find some lost and beautiful memories with you in this rented room.
Huang Xing smiled bitterly and shook his head. At this moment, his heart was filled with contradictions and he was at a loss. The dramatic scene and the warm scene from a few years ago had caused his emotions to remain tense. It was as if they had truly returned to the world from a few years ago. He was still that small fry who worked hard every day; she was still that small Telemarketer who woke him up every day in her work attire to go to work.
This was an extremely wondrous feeling.
The way Ouyang Mengjiao made the bed and the view of his back made Huang Xing once again feel like he had really returned from another world.
All of this was like a dream or fantasy. The two of them, who had drunk quite a lot of wine, miraculously repeated the events of the past in this familiar yet foreign environment.