Anderson soon came out, smiling as he thought it was a wonderful night, when he saw that I had changed back into the coat I had come from, and his face changed suddenly.

"I'm sorry." I say.

Anderson remained silent, his face a little ugly.

"I'm sorry, Anderson, I should have gone back, after all, we just met last night."

He gasped, and after a while he said, "Then I'll send you back." ”

When he drove me back in a Porsche, he kept a cold face and his brows furrowed. I guess he must have thought I was trying to get away with it. It is undeniable that he is handsome, young and promising, and knows to open the door for her when he is with a girl. So no matter how you look at it, it's a person worth associating.

Although his sister's methods are very ordinary, but with him, the girls don't suffer, right?

But I still can't.

There's no way I've been able to have a relationship with someone I've just met in Jay's shadow.

The car arrived home faster than I expected, and in the quiet compartment I could hear his breathing one after another, and my stomach suddenly screamed, and I tried to recover: "Are you going to have some supper?" ”

"No, there's still something to do, you rest early."

"Okay."

I didn't force it, even though I knew he was fine.

I waited two seconds, and he was still sitting in the passenger seat.

"Thank you, goodbye."

I spent four years in a London pub, but I still didn't know how to deal with the relationship between men and women, no one taught me, I always figured it out on my own, but the only relationship I had taught me was not to trust naïve men.

It's autumn in New York, and when I get out of the car and walk in the door, my ankles are frozen and I don't feel like I'm feeling anything.

I was lying in bed, the quilt had just been dried two days ago, and it still smelled of mites, and I always felt that it was the smell of happiness. I lay in it and slept a long night, dreamed a long time......

Today I took a break, didn't answer the boss's call, and went to the crowded supermarket in Flushing alone to buy some vegetables. The salesman stuffed me with a dozen shopping bags, which I held with celery, red shrimp, and minced pork. Autumn has really arrived, and the shops on the street have put away the white T-shirts of "I love New York" and hung up sweatshirts of the same style.

I carried my shopping bag into one of the shops, because the decoration of this one was cleaner than the others, the incandescent lights were brightly on, and the lady got up from the bamboo chair to greet me, speaking all Chinese.

"Take a look, everything is very good."

"How much does this cost?"

"This one hundred."

"Dollars?"

"Of course, this is the United States, and it makes sense to bring a 'I love New York' back with you."

"Cheaper." The first time I tried a counteroffer. Because Brooks told me that these private shops always like to inflate the price of tourist souvenirs.

"Girl, we don't bargain, you look so beautiful to buy one."

"Sixty sells or not?"

"Oh, girl, we have a very good quality ...... here" The proprietress kept telling me that her shop had been open here for more than ten years, relying on reputation and so on.

I interrupted her chatter and said, "Sixty, I'll buy it if you agree." ”

The proprietress looked a lot worse, lowered her head and muttered: "Oh, girl, I see that you are beautiful, so I will sell it to you, but don't tell others that you only spent forty to buy this dress." Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to do business. ”

She took out a cheap, poor-quality white bag and put it on for me.

"Thank you."

I paid and took the white sweatshirt.

The boss surnamed Huang called me again and asked me if I wanted to go to a dinner with him in the evening, saying that there were many rich people there, but I politely refused him.

I was eating dumplings boiled in soup, and Alan Tam's "The Love of My Life" was playing on my phone, which was the song I heard when I went to dye my hair that day, and I remembered that since I changed my phone, I have never heard this old song again.

I am from Xiamen, but I especially like to eat dumplings, but the dumplings I wrap are never as good as my mother's, she always has a lot of stuffing and will not break, I am afraid that the stuffing will break more, so the stuffing is very small, but put it down to cook, always have to break the skin. I don't like to dip in vinegar when I eat dumplings. The frozen dumplings in the supermarket are the same as my thumb, I can eat two in one bite, but the meat is not fresh, there is always a ginger flavor, so I started to make my own dumplings to eat.

I rarely eat pizza anymore, and I rarely eat Western food. I was always unaccustomed to it at first, but it took me enough time and infinite patience to get used to it.

After eating, I counted all the change in my bag and the cash hidden in the closet three more times. A total of more than 2,000 US dollars, plus unpaid wages, is only 5,000.

I checked the flights to London and then to Paris, and I checked almost every three days to see if the prices had increased in both places.

I'm tired of listening to "The Love of My Life", and I want to change it, but there are only three songs in the new song list of the new mobile phone, and they all come with the mobile phone. I realized that since I came to New York, I have been so busy looking for a job or a job that I rarely sit in the library listening to music and reading books as I did in London.

I remembered that Anderson had asked me about the song "The end of the world" that night, so I switched to it.

I listened with tears in my eyes.

I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on, I can always be moved and sad for the little things. At that time, I didn't know that there was a word called 'depression', or I didn't think I would get it.

Anderson never found me again, maybe he thought I would reach out to him after that night, and he was ambiguous again, so he was waiting for me. Or he thought I was waiting for his contact.

He didn't look for me, and I continued to live alone. Just as I was about to forget about him, he found me again, again at the place where I worked.

"Come to dinner?"

"I'm looking for you."

This time he didn't pull me out again, but asked me, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

As soon as I went out, the autumn wind blew in my face.

After work, I changed into a cheap 'I love New York' sweatshirt that I bought at a store near a Chinese supermarket that day, but I still had the Tiffany necklace he gave me around my neck.

This time he wore a more life-like outfit, a black cardigan and gray sweatpants.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Everything."

"There's nothing fun in Flushing, why don't we go to Manhattan?"

My heart moved slightly, remembering the New Year's Eve that night.

"Okay."

By the time we got to Manhattan, it was eleven o'clock in the evening. He bought two cups of coffee at Starbucks, and we walked down the uncrowded street with coffee in hand.

"Don't go to work? You seem to be idle. ”

"Hua, I'm sorry about what happened before."

I had some differences and the coffee almost squirted.

"Are you sure? I always thought it was me who should apologize. ”

"Nope."

His stubborn eyes are kind of cute.

"Oh." I smiled in response.

"The first time you saw me, didn't you think I was very sassy?"

"Yes."

"Then do you think I've had a lot of women?"

"Yes."

"Can you change the word?"

"Yes."

He was a little depressed, and I patted him: "I have something to say." ”

He perked up, "I once dated two girls, but they both took the initiative to break up with me, and they both had similar calibers, and they both thought that I didn't know how to love others. ”

"Uh......"

"Hua, I think you're more mature than I am, so I want to ask you how it means to love others. It's like the process of our acquaintance, I try to learn in this way, but I can't. ”

He was standing in the wind, in front of the glass of the lighted shops on Fifth Avenue, and I seemed to see Jay.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer your words. Because I don't know how to love someone. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to the United States. ”

"Forget it."

We're not in the mood to stay here any longer.

Anderson sent me back, and before we said goodbye, he asked me again, "Hua, my parents told me that true love is plain." Are you willing to live an ordinary life? ”

"I don't know." I looked at him with confused eyes.

I don't really know.

"But one thing is certain, I don't like you, I don't like boys who are naïve than me."

Maybe my words hurt a little, but I don't want to be ambiguous with the opposite sex anymore.

"Can we be friends, then?"

"Of course."

"Thank you for your willingness, good night!"

Oh my God, his eyes were so innocent and with the light of honesty.

They really resemble. So this is the lesson that life has taught me, don't fall in love with a child who is naïve than yourself.

December follows, New York doesn't know how many heavy snows have fallen, and the holiday atmosphere is getting heavier. Anderson asked me if I wanted to go to Alaska, and I turned him down. The real reason is not that I'm afraid of the cold, it's that I don't have money.

After Christmas, I received my last salary of the year, $3,500 plus a bonus of $200. The boss asked me if I wanted to go to his house for New Year's Eve, and he collected a lot of red wine and cooked a table of hearty Chinese food.

I rejected him as usual, and then he finally lost his temper and threw the resignation letter to him, leaving a sentence: "The old lady is gone." Then left the restaurant.

Yes, I was unemployed.

I put up with this middle-aged greasy man who always wanted to eat my tofu for a long time, and finally I couldn't stay anymore.