(a)

After getting out of the car, she was anxious, looking around, patrolling the crowd, an old man in a plaid suit of fifty or sixty years old and a tall and strong girl looked at her, and the expressions on their faces showed that it was the person the other party was looking for, and the two walked straight towards Chang Xia.

The old man is not tall, less than 1.7 meters, obviously an intellectual, neatly dressed, with a round face, like a rice ball, giving people a feeling that he will not fork.

The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, almost up to her father's forehead, wearing a casual zip-up shirt and sweatpants underneath, and still stout when she stood with her father; With short hair cut again, it looks even more boyish, this is not at all as delicate as Chang Xia imagined, obviously, this girl has not learned how to dress herself.

In contrast, Chang Xia's long and supple hair is almost draped to the waist, and under the black silk, the face is as beautiful as a flower ornament, and the bright red silk scarf on the chest gently flutters with the breeze, sometimes decorated between the ink threads, and sometimes floats to the back of the chest.

A clean and gentle little face smiled quietly at them. She is used to living in a small town, and she is classical and gentle by the quiet life of the town, not rough at all, let alone spicy.

The girl stared at Chang Xia with envy.

The old man kept rubbing his hands together. It seems that some dust is about to be rubbed out between his hands.

The girl suddenly grabbed one of her father's ears: There is a beautiful girl in the house, and you are happy to be like this?

(b)

Chang Xia remembers that when she and Wu Min first went to Shanghai, when one of her feet stepped into the shopping mall building, she stood on her feet in trepidation. She looked up and saw the bright glass above her swaying diagonally, and a deformed one walked above her head, and she felt a little dizzy, wondering if the equally bright floor under her feet was real.

Wu Min laughed and scolded the idiot, don't be embarrassed here (Wu Min's words always sound so uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as a man's ears, but at that time, she couldn't care about it), while pushing her up the elevator.

Chang Xia shrank her shoulders as if she was afraid of the cold, looking at the young ladies behind the counter, with long eyelashes like glow grass, and thick eyeshadow between her eyelashes and eyebrows, as if a layer of cold isolation was applied to her eyelids, shooting them from the countryside to the side.

At that time, Chang Xia knew that her two months' salary might be enough to buy a set of dresses, and suddenly, her inferiority complex and yearning for city life were chaotic and swollen. Like a chemical gas, it arched her heart to sit still. After the fermentation period, the gas stopped, but the hardened pores remained in her life.

However, when she arrived at the old man's house, the first family in the city she came into contact with, she found that the average urban resident family was not as wealthy and carefree as she imagined, just like the old man's family in front of her, not even as good as the ordinary worker family in the state-owned enterprise where she worked.

The neighborhood is near the train station, and when I enter the neighborhood, there is a quiet door and a whitewashed wall, the wall is mixed with cement and sand, and the surface is finely uneven but plastered with lime white.

When following them up the stairs, the old man repeatedly told Chang Xia to be quiet, for fear that the neighbors would know that he was renting out the house.

Entering the house is a small living room, and the table is full of messy dishes and chopsticks. The kitchen is on the right side of the living room.

Directly facing the living room is the small room rented to Chang Xia to live in, and the living room is slightly oblique to the main bedroom, passing through the bed and wardrobe in the dim light, Chang Xia feels that it is simply an old witch's practice room.

Passing through the main bedroom, you will reach the balcony, where the bed of the old man who "rents the house" is placed.

Although he is an engineer, after retirement, his monthly salary is only more than 800 yuan, which is obviously not enough to pay for his daughter's college education, so he rents out one of the two-bedroom apartments to support the family.

The room rented to Chang Xia was quite clean, ten square meters, a bed, and a wardrobe squeezed between the bed and the corner of the wall. There was a table by the window. Chang Xia pulled the box into the room and opened the box to prepare for the laundry.

"Where's your foreshadowing?" The old man asked. Chang Xia replied no.

The old man rubbed his hands and said, "Originally, there were quilts and sheets on this bed, and they were washed and put in the cabinet, so let's use them for you, and charge an extra fifty yuan." Chang Xia thought about it and agreed, it was better than spending money to buy a quilt mat by himself.

The old man asked Chang Xia again if he would cook at home? If I cook, should I buy the oil separately or use it together?

Chang Xia thought that if he rented it in someone else's house, he would have to pay for everything, so he replied that he should buy his own oil! The old man finally walked away.

(c)

After a while, the old man came in again. Chang Xia hung the clothes in the box one by one in the closet, and she only brought a few winter clothes, which was all she had.

The old man kept talking about his past history on the side, and Chang Xia was tidying up his things, and there was no match for him.

I used to be an engineer and divorced an old woman, my son was with an old woman, and my daughter was with myself.

Now he has a girlfriend who is twenty years younger than him, and the woman's family disagrees, saying that she is almost the same age as her father. But the girlfriend said that people should be honest and good to her.

The old woman later wanted to remarry him, but he did not agree. Do you know why? Speaking of this, he paused.

Chang Xia was taking out the last yellow silk scarf from the box, it was already crumpled, and the soft silk was like a yellowing leaf in autumn, Chang Xia stroked it with his fingers distressedly, trying to smooth it out in vain.

The old man only saw Chang Xia's slender and beautiful back facing her, a black silk silk was draped over her shoulders, and a touch of red of the silk scarf fluttered out of the black silk.

He came to Chang Xia's side, stretched his neck, his face was parallel to Chang Xia's figure, tilted sideways to Chang Xia's side, lowered his voice and told her mysteriously, "Do you know why? Because, I found out, that it was the one, and that one was much more comfortable in bed —————, than with an old woman. ”

He seems to have a nice secret that he is eager to share with Chang Xia.

Chang Xia stopped suddenly, the wrinkled yellow silk scarf in his hand fluttered down, and his other hand hung empty in the air, his face turned slightly, avoiding the old man's visiting.

This is completely out of the usual summer precautions, if it is a middle-aged man, he is still a little vigilant.

But such a retired intellectual, the age of being a father and a grandfather.

Surprised, I can't tell if this remark is a teasing? Should there be an angry response?

There seemed to be an innocent look on his reunion face, he only seemed to have a good secret and was eager to show it to Chang Xia, but the wrinkles on his face and cloudy eyes were connected with desire, which made Chang Xia feel disgusting.

Should there be an angry response? Or is it really just an old man's lonely and random talk to someone?

When her senses arrive in an unfamiliar city, it seems that they are like a foreign clock or string, and it still needs a process of proofreading and adaptation.

Finally, Chang Xia's simple and naïve nature still accounted for the upper part of the hesitation and contradiction, maybe the old man who "rented" was a little out of line, but he didn't mean it!

Chang Xia lowered his eyes in embarrassment, pretending not to hear at all, and his words dissipated in the air, without forming sound waves to Chang Xia's side.

Chang Xia's back still didn't turn, and his other empty hand just stopped on the cabinet door, hanging the yellow silk scarf on his clothes.

The old man of the "rent" may have expected some reaction from the weak girl in front of him, but after waiting for a while, seeing that there was no unusual movement over there, he probably didn't expect that he was sending out a dud, so he retreated.