"That's it, right? What does that mean? I asked helplessly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's just that he's not bad." Summer answered me very perfunctorily.

It was clear that she didn't want to talk to me about it, and when she had answered me, she looked away, as if she was deliberately avoiding my gaze.

I was tempted to keep asking, but just then, the doorbell rang.

Summer hurriedly got up from the couch and walked over briskly to open the door.

When I opened the door, it turned out to be a part-time cleaning worker. So, in the summer, I went back to work, directing the part-time workers, and cleaning up the home that I had tossed a little inappropriately.

Depending on the situation, it is impossible to continue to talk about the topic just now. I left the couch and went back to my study to continue looking for my long-lost inspiration.

In this way, time passed minute by minute. The time of the day quickly slipped through the fingertips.

Summer helped me order dinner, and her day's work was over. She hurriedly said to me, "See you tomorrow!" Then he walked away quickly.

I looked down through the window and saw the figure of Summer gone, but she was not alone, and there was a man by her side. Obviously, the man had come to pick her up from work.

Although it was far away, I couldn't make out the man's appearance, but I could deduce from his shape that this man was the same man who had appeared at my door with Summer before.

Unable to find inspiration and being so bored, I began to speculate about the relationship between Summer and this man. Until my dinner arrived, I was immersed in boring gossip and speculation.

Late at night, I sat alone in front of the window, looking at the river scenery in a daze.

At this moment, although I was melancholy in my heart, I didn't think about anything in my mind, just sat there quietly in a daze.

"What do you think about sitting there alone?"

The white-haired old man's voice appeared again, and to be honest, I was completely numb to his elusiveness. I ignored him and just continued to stare out the window in a daze.

"Why shouldn't I be silent when I talk to you?" As he spoke, the white-haired old man walked up to me.

It was only then that I realized that he was carrying something in his hand, but I couldn't see what was inside because of the clinker bag on the outside.

"What is this?" I gestured to what he was carrying.

The white-haired old man sat down in front of me with a smile and put the things in front of me, "A supper for you." With that, he unwrapped the clinker bag that was wrapped outside.

As soon as the bag was untied, a stream of aroma ran out of the bag. The aroma hooked my nose and drew my attention firmly to the bag. I looked down into the bag and it was a steaming roast duck.

The white-haired old man looked at me with straight eyes, and said proudly: "Authentic Quanjude's roast duck, just baked." ”

"Quanjude?" My eyes widened and I looked at the white-haired old man in shock.

"Yes!" The white-haired old man looked even more proud.

I was shocked, thinking that this is Ningbo, Quanjude is in Beijing, the two places are separated by 108,000 miles, how did this old man get the roast duck? But after thinking about it, this old man can make me reborn and go to Beijing to get a roast duck, which doesn't seem to be a difficult thing for him.

At this time, the white-haired old man took out two more cans of beer and put them in front of me, "This beer was not brought from Beijing, but it was taken from your refrigerator just now, don't you mind?" ”

I shook my head.

In this way, the white-haired old man and I sat by the window, drinking beer, eating roast duck, and enjoying the river view.

But to my surprise, this time the white-haired old man didn't babble as before, didn't even speak, just drank and ate quietly. That's fine, if he talks too much nonsense, it will only affect my mood of eating roast duck.

After drinking the beer, the roast duck was almost finished, and the white-haired old man got up, dusted his hands, and said, "I'm full, let's go!" ”

I looked at the white-haired old man suspiciously, and asked, "Are you really going like this?" ”

"What, you're going to let me stay and clean up?"

"No, I just think you're too quiet this time, don't say anything, don't look like your style!"

The white-haired old man smiled, and then said, "There are many things to say, but it's just not time yet. ”

In this way, after the white-haired old man left an inexplicable word, he disappeared. But that's like his style, and if he really doesn't say anything, do nothing, and leave, I'm really a little bit out of the way.

In the days that followed, I was still the same as I had with Summer. I spend my days in my study, looking for inspiration to write. In the summer, she continued her assistant's work, not much work, making coffee, ordering takeout, occasionally going out to run errands or something, and the work content was still very relaxed.

There was no major friction between the two of us, and we got along quite well, and we spent a few days of peace and stability.

But I am still me, and I will not change my essence because of the relationship of rebirth. My original bad temper and bad habits were slowly exposed as I spent more time with the summer.

It may be that I can't find inspiration for a long time, although my mentality was good before, and I was not in a hurry, but after a long time, people will inevitably become impetuous and anxious, and those dark and bad sides of the personality will also run out.

My temper began to deteriorate, and I got angry about some small things at every turn, and the problem of picking and choosing also appeared, and it became a common occurrence to be critical and blame the summer.

Actually, I was aware of the change in myself, but I didn't feel anything wrong, after all, this is what I was meant to be, and I've been like this for so many years.

This girl in the summer, as before, silently endured my temper, except that her mental condition did not seem to be very good, and she did not show anything special.

After a few more days, the inspiration still didn't come and my temper got worse and worse. I always criticize Summer at every turn because of some small things and small mistakes. For example, things like not preparing meals on time in the summer, and even the freshly brewed coffee is too hot to eat.

As for the summer, he still didn't say anything and endured all this in silence. It's just that her mental condition has become worse and worse recently.

Although I am aware of this situation, I have always been self-centered, and as long as it does not affect me, I will not take the initiative to care about other people's affairs. If you see it, you will treat it as if you didn't see it.