Chapter 35: Models (5)

I held the check in my hand and had mixed feelings.

How many years do I have to work as a salesman in a supermarket? If I work as a "female body" in a Japanese restaurant, I have to lie naked on the cold floor with vegetables on my body, how many times? If I work as a "real person" in a bar in the "big world...... But now, Cheng Yifei just waved his hand, and I had 100,000 yuan in my hand.

I muttered:

"Thank you, Cheng Gongzi. ”

Outside, I don't know when it started to rain again. Through the window, you can see the rain outside, fine and dense, shaking off one after another, in the dim light, countless flickering light raindrops are flowing brightly, as if there is no place to hide.

On the night of early autumn, because of the rain, it was rare to be cold, and a trace of cold air penetrated into my bone marrow little by little through my thin clothes.

I felt cold and couldn't help but shiver.

This trembling made me feel even more dazed and desolate.

When I went back, Cheng Yifei asked the driver, Uncle Lin, to take me home. This Uncle Lin, with good eyebrows and good eyes, he is the middle-aged man who was slightly stunned when I went to the mansion just now.

He politely addressed me:

"Miss Mi. ”

I hurriedly said:

"Uncle Lin, it's okay if you call me Xiao Ke. ”

Uncle Lin smiled and was not polite, so he called me "Xiao Ke". Uncle Lin said: "Xiao Ke, my daughter is almost the same age as you, she is a freshman this year and goes to school in Shanghai." ”

I sighed: "Children with parents are happy." It would be nice if my parents were still alive. ”

Uncle Lin was surprised: "Xiao Ke, you also have no parents?" - he used the word "also".

I said, "yes, my parents died. ”

Uncle Lin asked casually, "Are you alone at home?"

I said, "No, I still have my brother." It's just that my brother is not related to me by blood. ”

"Hey-" Uncle Lin sighed, he muttered, "No wonder ......"

I wasn't uncurious, so I asked, "Uncle Lin, what's the wonder?"

Uncle Lin wanted to speak again and again, and finally he said, "It's nothing." ”

I tilted my head sideways. Thinking of his look of surprise when he first saw me, and the way the white-shirted and black-pants worker opened his eyes and mouth wide, I made a bold guess:

"Uncle Lin, do I look like a person?"

Uncle Lin didn't speak.

My heart is tickling. Curiosity is something everyone knows, and I, an ordinary man, am naturally no exception. I thought about it and made a bold guess:

"Uncle Lin, is this person Cheng Gongzi's beloved woman?"

Uncle Lin still didn't speak, looking embarrassed.

It seems that my guess was not wrong.

That night, at the door of the "Big World" bar, I squatted there and vomited, and the reason why Cheng Yifei was so kind would approach me and hand me a tissue was not because I was young or pretty, but because I looked like a person, or the woman he loved - who was this woman?

Curiosity is curiosity, I didn't ask Uncle Lin again. Why bother him? He is a big man, no matter how much he does, he will not have such a big mouth and talk about the private affairs of the owner everywhere.

The car slowly drove into the neighborhood where I lived and parked under the house I rented.

I said, "Thank you, Uncle Lin, thank you for sending me back!" ”

Uncle Lin said: "You're welcome, this is my job, and it should be." ”

I got out of the car and waved at Uncle Lin: "Uncle Lin, goodbye." ”

Uncle Lin said, "Xiao Ke, goodbye." ”

(To be continued)