When she came downstairs the next morning, she found that Li Guangfu's dog Huahua was squatting in the corridor outside Zhang Haifei's room, purring softly.

"Flowey!" She whispered, "What are you doing here?" ”

She gently pushed open the door of Zhang Haifei's room and saw him sitting on the bed, the bed table and computer pushed aside, and Li Guangfu was waiting at the foot of his bed. Flowey took the opportunity to enter the house. But Lee only shook his head slightly, let the dog retreat to the door, and then quietly retreated.

"Good morning, Haifei!" Huang Siyao greeted, "I don't know you're busy." Then she looked at Lee Kwang-suk and asked him good morning. He replied in a low voice, glancing at her as if to be non-existent. But just seeing him made her feel a surge of passion.

"I'm sorry, Haifei, I hope I didn't bother you."

"No, we're not busy with anything."

She quietly exited the room and went upstairs to her own dressing room with blue walls. She sat on the windowsill and watched him walk down the driveway and disappear in great silence. This person was naturally quiet and tall, and looked a little thin. A worker! A hired worker of Zhang Haifei!

Our fault is not our fault, but our fault is that we are from an inferior background.

Is he inferior? Is it? So what did he think of her?

It's a sunny day, Huang Siyao is tidying up the garden, and wants to fiddle with some flowers and plants by herself, and Botai will be her helper. For some reason, the relationship between the two women became intimate, which was the result of a certain inexplicable sympathy between people. They make room for summer flowers. It's a job they both love to do. Huang Siyao especially likes to insert the soft seedling roots into the soft black soil pit and add soil. On this spring morning, she felt her body tremble as well, as if the sun was shining there, making it happy.

"Your man has been gone for years, hasn't he?" She asked Hirota as she picked up a seedling and stuck it in the pit.

"It's been twenty-three years!" "It's been twenty-three years since they brought him home!" ”

Hearing her say so categorically, Huang Siyao felt her heart tremble. "Carry it home!"

"You know how he died?" She asked, "Is he happy with you?" ”

This is the question that one woman asks another. Botai brushed away a strand of hair hanging down his face with the back of his hand and said, "I can't say it, Mrs. Zhang!" He is a bit stubborn and unsociable in his bones. He hated to bow his head for something. It's just stubborn to him. You don't know, he's such a careless person. I don't know who to blame. He shouldn't have gone to open the mountain in the first place. But when he was still young, his father forced him to go. When you reach your twenties, it's hard to figure it out. ”

"Did he say he hated that?"

"Oh, not at all! He didn't say it! He never said what he hated. He'll make a grimace. He's the kind of guy who has a big grin. It's not that he doesn't have a heart, or he doesn't care. But he actually cares! When I gave birth to my first child, he sat motionless next to me. After the child was born, he looked at me with miserable eyes! He wasn't supposed to be there. Man, as soon as you use your brain, you will make the problem bigger. ”

"Does he care?" Huang Siyao asked.

"Yes, he just can't stand up to me for that sin. That's it, so he can't find the fun of being together. I said to him, 'I don't care, what do you care?' That's my business! But all he said was, 'It's not fair!' ””

"Maybe he's overly sensitive." Huang Siyao said.

"That's right! Once you get to know men, you will find that they are too sensitive, but the sensitive is not the place. He was such a handsome young man, and my heart broke when I saw him so quiet and clean, as if he was willing to die. Oh, the heart really breaks. ”

As she spoke, she wiped away a few sad tears, and Huang Siyao shed more tears than her. It was a warm spring day, and the garden was quietly bathed in sunlight with the scent of earth, yellow flowers, and all kinds of flowers growing flower bones.

"That's going to make you feel bad!" Huang Siyao said.

"Oh, Mrs. Zhang! I didn't think it at first. All I would say was, 'Oh, my boy, why are you leaving me?' I'm going to cry like that. I actually think he'll be back......"

"But he doesn't want to leave you." Huang Siyao said.

"Oh no, my lady! That's just what I said stupidly when I cried. I've been looking forward to his return, especially at night. I opened my eyes and wondered, why wasn't he in bed with me! I felt as if he hadn't left me. I just want to feel him with me, hotly together. I don't know how many times I was frightened before I realized that he couldn't come back. It took years for me to understand this. ”

"He's not going to stick to you anymore." Huang Siyao said.

"Yes, my lady! He's not going to stick to me anymore! I will never forget it, and I will never forget it. If there was a paradise, he would be there, and he would lie next to me, so that I could sleep. ”

Huang Siyao glanced at the toned face in contemplation and felt scared. This is another passionate person in Xichong Village! Let him stick it! The shackles of love can't be loosened!

"Once you let a man into your blood, it's a terrible thing!" She said, "Oh, my lady! That can make you feel especially bitter. You get the feeling that people want him dead. ”

"But can that skin-to-skin bond last?" Huang Siyao suddenly asked, "Can you feel that he is sticking to you for so long?" ”

"Oh, my lady, what else will last? The child will leave you when he grows up, but your man - forget it! But even this person has to be erased from your heart, so that you don't think about how his body is attached to you. Even this doesn't make you think! Even your children are like that! Alas, forget it! We may be separated, it's all for sure. But it feels different. Maybe I never cared about the best. I see some women who have never let a man cook, and I think they are like poor worms, no matter how beautiful they are dressed and how beautiful their lives are. No, I have my own way of living, so I don't envy others—"