As I took out the key, the note with the strange woman's contact information slipped into my palm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Halfway through the info door, I froze in place as I looked at the 11 numbers on the note, and a minute later, my mother's face appeared behind the door. "Why don't you come in?" She looked at me and asked,

I hurriedly stuffed the note back into my bag and shook my head: "Because I haven't figured out what kind of expression the Jin family will be, I don't want to cry with a sad face again." ”

My mother didn't seem to notice what I was doing, and beckoned me into the house, and I was relieved, but fortunately my mother didn't see it. Subconsciously, I was a little resistant to my mother knowing the note. I put the note in the pocket of my handbag and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner with my mother. Today is not yet my father's first seven, and I want to get in touch with the mysterious woman as soon as possible. I don't know why, but I had a hunch that this mysterious woman would bring me shocking news. I had to get ahead of the first seven, I made up my mind. If, as the old people say, the deceased will return to the place where he cares most in the first seven days, and then look at the person he cared about the most in his life for the last time, then Dad will definitely return home again, and then maybe there will be a chance to ask Dad to verify whether what he heard from the mysterious woman is really related to him.

With that in mind, I stopped thinking about it, glanced at my mother, who was setting dishes in the living room, and brought dinner to the table. I set up a set of cutlery that my father used before his death on the table, as if he was still eating with us at the table. Mom and I finished the dinner quietly, and when we cleaned up the table, I turned my head and said to my mother, "Mom, I'm really sorry for the past two days. ”

My mother looked at me and shook her head: "It's okay, I said yesterday, I've experienced this kind of thing, I can understand how sad you are." However, I still hope that you will get better soon and not let this matter hold you back. Life has to go on, and I can't hold it alone. ”

"I know." I walked up to my mother and hugged her, "I'll be fine soon, and after the first seven, I promise you'll be fine." "I promised, and I knew I couldn't go on with decadence. Mom is right, life still has to go on.

Before going to bed at night, I took out the note and read it again, and read the eleven numbers several times, and finally got up, and under the pretext that the weather was hot and I was going to buy a cold drink, I went downstairs and walked smoothly to the courtyard outside the apartment. I found a secluded corner and dialed the phone on the note, but no one answered, and dialed again, still in the same state, maybe I was busy with other things and didn't hear it, I thought so in my heart, pouted and didn't insist anymore. I went to the commissary to buy a cold Coke, and just halfway through the drink, my mobile phone rang, and the screen showed the number I had dialed just now, and I answered the phone with trembling hands, and I didn't even notice that because of nervousness, my hands were shaking and the Coke spilled some of it.

A very strange woman's voice came out of the earpiece: "You really called me. The other party seems to already know my identity and that I just called him, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice the ringing on my phone just now." ”

I forced myself to calm down: "Hello, I received your contact information from Uncle Caregiver this morning. But I don't really know who you are or what you're trying to tell me. But from what you just said, you seem to know something about me? ”

There was a chuckle from the earpiece: "I don't know much, but I've heard a lot about you from your father." Your father and I know each other well. ”

I was stunned for a moment, then immediately asked, "My father?" Uncle Nurse did say that you wanted to tell me something important and urgent about my father. I think. ”

The other party interrupted me: "If you have time in the past two days, let's meet, there are some things that are not clear on the phone." ”

Since the other party made an invitation, I had no reason to shirk it, so I immediately agreed to meet the next morning. The heat after the summer solstice has turned Coke, which was a few minutes ago a little ice-free, to a normal temperature that can be handled. My hands became sticky and uncomfortable because of the drink I had just spilled, but even so, I continued to walk slowly towards home.

I barely stayed up the night after the call. The next day, I arrived at the café designated by the other party an hour earlier than the agreed time on the phone. I ordered a pot of oolong tea, and when I waited for someone, probably because I was sleepy, my mind was not very happy, and I stared at the small flame under the kettle to keep the temperature of the tea in a silent daze.

"What are you thinking?" A somewhat familiar female voice sounded in my ears, and when I looked up, the person who spoke was already sitting across from me, and she looked at the drink I ordered and seemed a little dissatisfied, "I don't drink tea." She pressed the call desk in front of her and asked the waiter for a 'Black Jack'.

The waitress in the black apron shrugged her shoulders regretfully: "I'm sorry, it's daytime, and we don't serve any alcoholic beverages. ”

The woman across from her sighed, "Then just give me a glass of lemonade." ”

The waiter shook his head helplessly, bowed slightly, and left.

"You weren't being rude just now." I've done it again.

The woman opposite didn't get angry because of this, but raised her eyelids and looked at me and called my name: "Mozhi? Then he laughed to himself, as if he had thought of something funny.

To be honest, I don't really like the woman on the other side, the demeanor is a little rude, and a little frivolous, listening to the voice is indeed the person who answered my phone last night. I looked at her, and it was hard to associate her with her father, who was usually well-mannered. I frowned and replied, "I am." Excuse me? ”

This time, she interrupted me again, "I think I know your husband's name." ”

I didn't understand what she meant: "I'm sorry, I don't even have a boyfriend right now, and if you didn't come to tell me about that urgent matter about my father, I think you should have recognized the wrong person." ”

The woman opposite wiped the tears that popped out of the corners of her eyes with a tissue: "I didn't admit my mistake, I just thought of something funny." I know you don't have a boyfriend. Your father said that. She straightened the sailor's bow tie on her sleeveless shirt.

"And what did you mean?" I looked at her puzzled, not understanding what could make her smile like this.

She waved her hand twice in the air: "Although it may make you sad to say it, but your name is so funny, and it suddenly occurred to me that if you can find a husband called Yantai in the future, it will be a good match, ink and inkstone." No, the name is so funny. She burst out laughing again, causing the people next to her to look back at us.

Hearing it mocking my name, I pulled down my face: "Can you please stop laughing, it's really embarrassing for you to do this." Besides, I really don't think there's anything funny about you making fun of my name, and it makes me angry. ”

However, the woman on the other side not only looked indifferent, but also smiled: "I know, but I just can't help but want to laugh." ”

Looking at my increasingly gloomy face, she seemed to realize that she had me off, she waved at me curtly, and at this time, the waiter took her lemonade: "Please be as quiet as possible, it has affected other customers." "The waiter gestured to me with his eyes, and we became the 'focus' of the people around us.

The woman on the other side was unimpressed. The waiter looked at me again, and I apologized a little embarrassed, promising to pay attention to the volume of the chat for a while.

"Let's pay attention, speaking loudly in public is really too unpleasant." Seeing that the person on the other side stopped laughing and obediently sipped lemonade, I began to persuade her, "We made others laugh like that." ”

She put down the cup in her hand and looked at me with a frown: "Just like your dad said, what a boring child." With some impatience, she pinned her obstructive hair to the back of her head. At this time, I carefully observed her appearance, very aggressive beauty. In other words, it is too beautiful, with a very angular face, slightly inverted cheeks, and deep eye sockets that are rare in the East, with golden-brown eye shadow, the eyes are even larger and deeper. The color of her eyes was bright and light brown, and if it weren't for the tears she had in her eyes laughing at my name, I would have been more than willing to compliment her eyes on the quality of amber. The skin is fair, the lips are a little thin, but the lip shape is very beautiful, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth are the only gentle lines on the opposite face. Her lips were covered with beautiful red lipstick, her brown curls were neatly combed to the side, and she had a dignified (just look) look, and her nose was straight and upturned, ignoring her reckless style, but in terms of appearance, the person opposite looked like an elegant pictorial girl.

I didn't take much of what she just said about my father's opinion of me. I don't think that's what my father said, because I always make him laugh. Even in the last days of his life, he always had a happy look on my face, and I don't think he would define me as a boring child. So I didn't pay much attention to the so-called evaluation of the person on the other side.

But she seemed to think that I was a boring child, and she looked bored, and then she picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip before she said slowly: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Mi Zhen, and I used to be an assistant to a jewelry merchant." ”