When I came back in the afternoon, the flower shop was closed, and I stood at the entrance of the community, looking at the word "Lan" on the sign opposite, wondering - what was her purpose?

Xue Chen trotted over from the opposite side: "Sorry, it's late!" ”

"It's me who left early!" I reached out and stopped a rough car, got into the car, and handed the driver a note with the address written on it.

"She gave it to you?" Xue Chen stared at the note and asked.

"Hmm!"

I was about to put it back in my pocket, but Xue Chen said, "Don't you feel a little familiar?" ”

"This?" I took the note and looked at it carefully, and the handwriting on the note was beautiful, and there was nothing to attract attention.

Xue Chen took the note, thought for a while, and said with certainty: "It's paper!" ”

Paper? I remembered Yulan's old little book.

"Those notes in the little wooden box!" Xue Chen reminded.

It dawned on me that the note with oil-stained and childish handwriting - the size and color were almost the same, except that this one was relatively new.

"She was torn from a small book with a cowhide cover, could it be the same?"

"It's possible." Xue Chen returned the paper to me, "Don't think about it!" When I see her, it will be clear if I ask. ”

The driver was troublesome to reverse, so he stopped on the side of the road some distance from the old house, and Xue Chen and I had to walk away. There are many forks in the road in this area, there are many steps, and the surroundings are full of laughter and scolding, as well as the sound of TV commercials, which seems very messy, which is a bit inconsistent with Yulan's temperament.

"3 buildings and 2 units, it should be here!" I looked up at the old building in front of me, which was only four stories high, and a security window on the third floor had aged and fallen off, hanging from the wall, looking precarious.

We went up to the fourth floor, and the door of a house on the left was open, and Yulan's voice came from inside: "You guys are here!" She wrapped her floral apron and greeted her, taking out a bag of shoe covers and handing them over.

"It smells so good!" I stood in the doorway and smelled the smell of food coming from inside.

Yu Lan smiled slightly: "I hope you won't dislike my craft!" ”

I followed her inside, the room was small and very well furnished...... Retro. In particular, the old-fashioned radio, color TV, and hot water kettle made me wonder -- did I travel back to the early days of reform and opening up?

"Sit down for a while! There's also a pot of soup, and you're ready to eat right away! Yulan said softly.

There was a three-seater mahogany sofa in the living room, and Xue Chen walked over and sat down, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" I went over and asked in a whisper.

Xue Chen shook his head, and his gaze fell on the photo hanging on the wall. He got up and walked over, and I followed closely to check, and it seemed that the photos were all the same person-Yulan.

Is it a vintage art photo? I look at Yulan in different periods and styles, and I always feel awkward, but I can't say it.

"Two, please come to the table!" Yulan walked over quietly, and she changed into a black brocade cheongsam, embroidered with a lotus flower, wrapped around her waist, which made people's eyes shine.

At the dinner table, the host and the guest exchanged a few polite words, and then fell into silence.

"It seems that today's dish is not to the appetite of the two of you!" Yulan said apologetically.

"No, I'm just not hungry!" I responded.

Yulan got up, took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet behind her, took three more glasses, and walked over and said, "It's been a long time, no one has eaten with me for a long time!" Thank you today! ”

"I don't drink!" I say.

Yu Lan smiled slightly and looked at Xue Chen, who bowed his head lightly and did not refuse. Yulan took the wine glass, shook it slightly, sat down, and said in a soft tone: "I know you came today to listen to the end of the story, but ...... There is no ending to this story yet! ”

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

The corners of Yulan's mouth pulled out a touch of bitterness: "I came to you just to let you give me an ending!" ”

"What's the end?"

She muttered, "Whatever the ending is better than now!" ”

"Who are you?" Xue Chen asked.

"Me? I'm a poor woman! The bitterness at the corner of Yulan's mouth rippled, and a smile bloomed on her face, and her eyes were full of tears with a smile.

I'm Yulan and Weng Yulian. I followed my man when I was seventeen, and I called him Ah Fu. He is a talented man and an honest man, so he can't get ahead and can't give me a good life. I don't blame him, as long as he is his good teacher, I do something in the factory, and my life can be peaceful and stable, happy and simple. But he was not satisfied with such a day, resigned, and followed a group of people into the mountains, saying that it was a treasure hunt. But treasure hunting is what he can do, so he told me that he gave up.

I thought that soon, we would be able to go back to our old lives, but we started to run around, saying that we were looking for a way to get rich. Later, he really found it. He didn't tell me what it was, but he did bring back the money. He said that he wanted to save money to buy a big house and have a pair of big fat sons.

At the age of 28, it was my third miscarriage. The fortune teller said that my family lacks yin virtue, and I questioned Ah Fu, only to know that he has been making 'dead people's wealth' all these years. I advised him not to do it anymore, there would be retribution. I begged him, but he didn't listen, he always said that he would do a big deal, and then he didn't do it.

One day, Ah Fu came home happily and said, "Yulian, our good days are coming!" ”

"What a good day!" I said sullenly.

Ah Fu came over, hugged me gently, and said, "I'm going to go on a long trip, and when I come back, I'll never do it again, I'll live a good life with you!" ”

"You said the same thing last time, last time." I pushed him away in a frustration.

"It really was the last time! I promise! Ah Fu swore and said.

This time, he really didn't lie to me - in less than half a month, Ah Fu came back. This time was different from the previous ones, he seemed preoccupied, and he woke up from nightmares for days on end.

"What the hell is going on?" I endured it for days, but I still asked.

Ah Fu looked at me with a displeased face: "Are you annoyed!" You are a woman, what can I tell you? ”

In this way, the endless quarrel between me and Ah Fu began, and he began to drink heavily and did not return home at night.

One night, while he hadn't returned, I secretly looked through the bag he had brought back with him - he hadn't touched it since he had returned, and I wasn't even allowed to take out the clothes inside. I saw in my bag the cloth bag he usually used to hold "goods", which was heavy. I poured out the contents of the bag, and in addition to some jade jewelry, there was also an umbrella, an oil-paper umbrella that only women use.

"What are you doing!" Ah Fu suddenly pushed the door in, and immediately became angry, and pushed me away, and my forehead hit the closet.

"I said why did you get so worried when you came back, did that wild woman hook your soul?" I endured the pain and tugged at the corner of his clothes, hoping that he would deny it, admit his mistake with me, and I could forgive him. But he didn't, he didn't even look at me, he just hugged the umbrella very nervously.