I found it strange and used to it at the same time.

My parents are always arguing, why do they keep arguing? My dad didn't think the sarong my mom chose was good-looking, and they would be noisy; My mom stopped buying sarongs in a fit of rage, and they would still be noisy; My dad forgot to take a picture of my mom and they would argue; My mom wasn't happy with the pictures my dad took of my mom, and they would argue too.

I advised them, but they didn't appreciate it too much, and their words were full of disgust for each other's behavior.

But they would also stuff my camera into me and take pictures of famous places on my shoulders; They would also buy a roasted corn and divide it; When night came, my mom would tell my dad to put on his coat; When the sun was shining, my dad would always hold an umbrella for my mom, even when they were arguing.

After observing for a long time, I said to Xu Yijing that I seem to have seen the appearance of love after aging.

Young love is hazy and beautiful, while old love is realistic, rough, and even sometimes annoying, but if you look closely, it is indeed love.

When I was chatting with Xu Yijing, she said, "It's good. I have the impression that my parents don't talk much at all, and they are busy with their own work. The quarrel between uncles and aunts is also communication, you are still young and do not understand. ”

"Well, you're old, you know."

"I know! Shao Jie and I also felt that there was nothing to say at that time, and in the end we didn't even bother to quarrel, it should be like the death of love. Quarreling or not really is not a hard measure of happiness. ”

"Love grinds people alive, love hurts people when it dies, so it's better to live alone."

"That's not what I meant, don't distort my words." Xu Yijing was very dissatisfied with my reading comprehension, and said: "You don't have fun in Bali, what kind of life philosophy do you talk to me?" ”

"Aren't I afraid you'll be lonely? Well, I won't tell you. ”

"Well, as long as you buy enough of the things on my list, I won't be lonely."

She talked about her list, and I remembered the gift I promised to buy for Lin Jiangnan. What should I buy? Bali is an old tourist attraction, and there are so many souvenirs that I want to buy him, but I can't seem to find one that I particularly want to buy him.

It was evening, and my parents had gone to bed to rest on their phones after dinner, so I went out alone, trying to walk around the neighborhood to see if I could make a difference.

In hot climates, the boundary between night and day is not clear, so the Kuta area is still bustling at this time. After I wandered around the shop for a while, it was dark, and the rumbling music in the bar reached the not-so-wide road, in contrast to the intricate and solemn statues of the gods on the roadside. The staff at the bar beckoned customers with glowing red sticks and welcomed them in stilted English.

I was stopped at the door of a bar by a young man who said 'hello' to me in Chinese. This should be the only Chinese word he knows, and the back is all English, and I can hardly understand the heavy accent, only understand that he said his wine VERY, NICE, and the music is also VERY, NICE.

I looked at the wine list, and I could barely count how many digits there were, so I silently poked in place for a while to convert, and found that it was not very expensive, so I nodded and went in with him.

There were no more or no fewer people in the bar, and the atmosphere was dim and the lights were flickering. There are a few locals playing local instruments on the narrow stage, but they are all singing English songs, which is also quite distinctive. I sat down at a window, ordered a low-alcohol fruit cocktail, took a picture and posted it on Moments.

A few foreigners who had drunk a little too much stood in front of the stage with their shoulders on their backs, holding wine bottles and singing along with the small band, and the small band also sang more because of these people, and the atmosphere was warm. I sat far away, only the rhythm of my heels shaking slightly, looking very restrained, but in a good mood.

At the end of the song on stage, the band took a tip and raised a glass to thank the foreigners. I opened my phone to read the reply from the circle of friends, and Lala said everything in a mixed manner, some hoped that I would have a foreign encounter, and some reminded me to pay attention to safety. Lin Jiangnan didn't reply, but sent me a message and asked me, "What did you drink?" ”

"Fruit wine, the bottom of rum, the degree is not high."

So Lin Jiangnan sent me a photo of a bottle of rum and a chubby orange cat lying on the sofa in the background. "I just happened to have half a bottle of rum," he said, "and I'll drink some too." ”

I flipped through my wine with a stirring stick and told him, "I seem to have pineapple and coconut meat here, and I don't know anything else." ”

"I only have oranges in my house." After he finished speaking, he sent another photo, a crystal clear whiskey glass, half a glass of wine inside, soaked in a few petals of oranges. The fat orange cat was already on the side of the coffee table this time.

"It seems that your cat also likes to drink, is it influenced by you?"

"Misunderstanding, I don't drink at home myself. This bottle of rum was brought by a friend who came to the house a year ago, and I hope it hasn't expired yet. After he finished speaking, he sent another photo, in which he was holding a wine glass, and the fat cat was sniffing, "Come, let's go." ”

I looked at the picture and laughed, and I thought to myself, is this telling the cat, or is it telling me? So I turned on my phone to take a picture, and when I picked up the wine glass and was looking for a suitable light, I caught a glimpse of two people standing outside the window.

The bar has a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the street, and I was sitting by the window, and the two of them were standing next to the window almost as if they were standing next to me, so I subconsciously looked over.

These two people, a man and a woman, both looked Asian, and it seemed that they were standing on the side of the road waiting for the traffic to pass over the road, and they were still inseparable from each other in this short period of time, kissing and getting tired. I was a little dumbfounded, and it happened that the phone was turning on the function of taking pictures, so I subconsciously raised it and pressed the shutter on the two.

After the photo was taken, the traffic on the street also passed, so the two crossed the street, and the two straight and slender white legs under the woman's hot pants walked briskly, which looked particularly dazzling at night.

I came back to my senses, took my phone and zoomed out the photos I had taken, and double-checked to see if I had recognized the wrong person.

I have seen this person, in the tour organized by Chengmei Company, in the private gathering of employees, and in the photo of Lin Su's desk.

He is Lin Su's husband.

And the woman next to her is definitely not Lin Su, I use my head to vouch.

One second I wanted to chase it out, but the next I asked myself, what am I going to do with it? The actions of these two people are clear enough that there is no need to confirm anything, and it is not my turn to catch the adulterer.

So my next thought was: Does Lin Su know? Shall I tell her?

The phone shook again, and Lin Jiangnan sent a message asking me why I suddenly stopped talking and if there was anything wrong.

"It's fine." I replied to him, hesitated, picked up my glass, drank the rest of the wine up, and left the bar with a tip. I stood in front of the bar and glanced in the direction the two had left, and there was no one there.

At this time, Lin Jiangnan's phone called, I sighed, answered the phone, turned around and walked in the other direction.

"Did something happen?" Lin Jiangnan asked me on the phone, and his voice was usually stable and good, which made people feel calm.

"It's nothing, why did you call?"

"I can't tell." He didn't know the reason, "I didn't think it was right, so I called and asked." ”

I smiled slightly, "It's nothing, don't worry." ”

"Out of the bar?"

"How do you know?"

"The background sound is quiet."

"Disrespectful, Lord Bao." I laughed, "I'm walking down the street." As I spoke, I looked back again, and I didn't know what I wanted to see, maybe I wanted to see the man and woman again, and see it more realistically, and then I realized that I was wrong. But when I looked back, I didn't see anything.

"Sumi?" Lin Jiangnan called me on the phone, "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong? ”

"It's nothing, why do you ask?"

"I feel like you're absent-minded, am I bothering you?"

"No, no, no." I quickly denied it, and even waved my hand, though he couldn't see it.

"Oh." There was silence on his side, but he didn't mean to hang up the phone. I was also silent, bowing my head and walking forward step by step, and I didn't want to hang up the phone.

The bar was very close to the beach, and after walking for a while, I stepped on the warm and soft sand, so I stopped, raised my head to look at the black and oppressive sea, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to Lin Jiangnan: "I saw a person just now." ”

"Acquaintance?"

"Well, Lin Xu's husband."

"And another woman?" He said.

"How do you know?" I was a little surprised. He smiled, "This...... It's easy to guess. If it weren't for this script, you wouldn't be in this tone. ”

"Yes." I kicked the sand under my feet and walked forward, then found a place to sit down, "You're right, Lin Su's husband and another woman. Actually, it has nothing to do with me, but ......" I scratched my head, Lin Jiangnan didn't interject, only his cat meowed twice.

"You say, should I tell Lin Su?" I asked him, "Haven't you ever had anything like this?" ”

"It's quite difficult, and I haven't encountered it before."

"If he wasn't Lin Su's husband, but her boyfriend, I would definitely tell her. But they are married and have children, you say, is it better for her to know or not to know? ”

"If it were me, I would still like to know. What if it's you? ”

I grabbed a handful of sand and let it cascade down again. What if it's me? Do I hope to be betrayed, or do I want to be deceived? These two terrible options are as indistinguishable as being strangled and drowning.

"Forget it, anyway, I don't have any contact with Lin Su now." I said sullenly.

"That's why you chose not to tell her."

"yes." Suddenly, I still chose. Maybe this matter is a bit complicated, and my feelings for Lin Su are also a bit complicated.

That time Lin Su followed Cheng Liren and left me, putting me in danger, I was very angry, and now I feel that I have no obligation to think about her. But I thought again, Lin Xu would not have expected Cao Hui to be such a bastard that time, she must also regret it, if she was given another choice, I believe she would not abandon me.

What about me? I saw it but pretended not to see anything, and then when I heard that her marriage had broken down, and when I heard that she had suffered all the injustices caused by her marriage, would I regret it?

"I don't know." I said to Lin Jiangnan, "I think too much, so I don't know." ”

Lin Jiangnan was silent, I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "I'm thinking about what you said." ”

"What?"

"Thinking too much, so I don't know." He chuckled softly, "Yes, I thought too much, but I didn't know." ”