There are three tables and three waiters in a private room. The young girl in a small black suit is responsible for pouring drinks for the guests, and she is slightly fat.
Another girl has a baby-fat face, wearing a black and purple cheongsam and distributing vegetables back and forth.
Standing at the entrance of the dish is a middle-aged woman in her forties, less than one meter six, with short hair, fair skin and big eyes, and looks very good. At first glance, her work clothes are the cheapest work clothes, dark red and rough corners, which are the same material as the clothes of her eldest sister who cleans in the corridors of banks and institutions. She is responsible for passing the food, taking it outside and handing it to the fat girl. Of course, sometimes I run errands. The guest said that a friend of mine has arrived, but I can't find it here. The tall little black suit will say, Sister Wang, you answer it. Middle-aged women should be a sound, low head quickly walked out to meet people.
Mei always feels that this middle-aged woman is a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. She was about to put a lantern-like eggplant box in her mouth when she remembered that she was the wife of Liu Quanyong, a junior high school classmate in her hometown. Her name is Wang something, yes. They met at a junior high school reunion a few years ago. At that time, the couple sat next to her. Liu Quanyong wears a jade finger on his thumb. It's Jed. It looks good. The price must be amazing. He hardly needs to move chopsticks, and the food on the table will automatically run to the plate at his hand. Shrimp is peeled automatically, and the glass is filled automatically. Wang Fang is like an automatic robot. It seems that I won't be hungry, and I have been taking care of Liu Quanyong. She is more like a tapeworm than a tapeworm. Without warning, I have understood his mind and made preparations in advance. For example, when he moved his ass, she got up, took out two boxes of foreign cigarettes from the briefcase on the hanger, opened the outer packaging and put them in his hand. He began to smoke cigarettes for the male students present, and their movements were seamless.
May is a person with thick lines. She has the habit of remembering strangers' names and everyone's mobile phone numbers all her life. Only when she met once did she remember Liu Quanyong's wife, a gentle woman named Wang Fang, who was as quiet as a cat.
After going back to her hometown in Beijing to attend a classmate party, Mei only attended it once. To tell the truth, she doesn't like boring extra social activities with few languages. She wouldn't appear on the dining table outside the restaurant if it wasn't inevitable for work.
Her life is simple. In a small home of less than 90 square meters, she cooks simple western food for herself, three meals a day, and makes it as simple as possible when it is hot. More often, she worked in front of the computer and made wedding dresses for others for twenty years. Others are writers who don't have to write. She is the writer in charge of code words. At first, she went to Beijing to become famous, wrote a notebook and begged her grandfather to tell her grandmother, but she was squeezed out again and again like garbage. Once she found the person in charge in the publishing house. The old man with disgusting black teeth didn't even look at her work, so he shirked something and drove her away. At this time, the man next to her picked up her notebook and looked at it for a few times. He asked her for her phone number and said that I would leave my notebook to have a look. If there is any news, I will call you.
Mei returned to the rented basement with a depressed face, saying that if there was no income, I would sell myself, and even the money for living in the basement was spent, and this day was hopeless.
People may meet the dawn of life when they are desperate to death. Perhaps God sympathized with Mei's desperate situation, and really worried that her eldest daughter as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade would embark on the dark road, which gave her a glimmer of hope.
The man I met in the publishing house dialed May's phone: Is it May? We've met in publications. I want to have a good talk with you about your novel.
The meeting address given by the man is the name of a five-star hotel, room 1 102 on the eleventh floor.
Mei agreed almost without thinking: Rose Hotel, 1 102, right? Afraid of remembering, she re-consolidated her memory and deliberately repeated it. And ask, right?
The man opposite answered seriously: Yes, you are very smart. He sounds like an old professor who reviewed one-on-one tutoring after failing the college entrance examination. The old professor said, Mei, you are smart and know what you want.
Before going out, May opened her suitcase. I chose a tight-fitting but unexposed black dress, and put on a hard light makeup, too light to see. She is never stupid and knows what she wants.
This time, Mei didn't take the subway. She called a taxi, and the money in her handbag was only enough to pay the taxi fare. It's really gone
Just raising my hand to ring the doorbell, the door opened, as if someone was watching at the door, staring at the cat's eye. She saw a man in a white bathrobe. He smiled and held out his hand to her. She held out her hand without hesitation.
The man named Xining, 52, is a famous writer, who has been married three times and published eleven novels. His resume, when May first saw him, was like a mirror in her heart. He is also a miserable child.
The man said there was an artist village in the eastern suburbs. Go there and find a quiet independent courtyard to live in. Read my work carefully and I will give you an outline. I will give you a few months to write a novel with 300,000 words in my style. I'll give you 50 thousand to settle down first, and then I'll give you150 thousand after that. The signature is mine. Do you do it or not?
Mei nodded almost without thinking.
Xining said: I have to keep my mouth shut and can't reveal a word to the outside world.
Mei nodded again. This time, she just nodded deeply.
You are really a smart man. Xining touched Mei's head with her hand and controlled herself to kiss her mouth. She responded with enthusiasm, and finally it was sunny, and my heart began to burn, and my good day came.
After dinner, everyone stood up and left the room. After May left it on purpose, when everyone else left, she was still dragging her bag at the dinner table, as if looking for something.
The two waiters don't know where they are lazy, and only Mei He is left in the private room.
With his back to Mei, he tidied up the tableware quickly and flexibly. At first sight, she knew that she was a lean and agile woman.
Mei asked her in her hometown dialect, Wang Fang, I recognized you long ago. Is that you?
The woman with her back to her paused and then returned to normal. She replied in Mandarin without temperature: Sorry, you mistook me for someone else.
Mei smiled and continued in her mother tongue: How can you understand our mother tongue? What's going on here? What brings you to Beijing?
Wang Fang never thought that she would get a divorce.
Liu Quanyong is handsome, but his poor family is his weakness. My father died early, leaving my old mother, him and two sisters. The family lives on her mother's meager income in the fields. Before finishing junior high school, two sensible sisters dropped out of school to work as nannies in the city to earn money for Liu Quanyong to go to school. Liu Quanyong is not the material for going to school, and his grades are often at the bottom, and he barely dragged on until he graduated from high school, so he can't say that he has learned. After working in the city heating factory, he met Wang Fang, the daughter of the deputy director who worked as a cashier in the factory. Four eyes and a pair of eyes are interesting. Under his enthusiastic offensive, Wang Fang soon surrendered and fell in love with the poor child.
The deputy director knew that his daughter and a worker from the countryside had nothing to deal with, so he was so angry that he sniffed and asked the workshop director to find fault with Liu Quanyong. Liu Quanyou had the courage to do it, quit his job and left. The deputy director thinks their love can end all this. It turned out to be counterproductive. Liu Quanyong left the factory with his front foot, and Wang Fang moved into Liu Quanyong's home with his back foot and became a farmer's daughter-in-law with all his heart. In a rage, the deputy director and his daughter broke up, and the two families lived in a small town, and there was no contact from then on.
Without a wedding, a new house, a dowry and a penny gift, Wang Fang became Liu Quanyong's wife. On the wedding night, Liu Quanyong held Wang Fang in his arms and burst into tears: I must let you live a good life.
If Wang believes in a person, he will be able to live a good life for himself. He went out to sell cigarettes in the middle of the night, and she stayed at home until he came back. He crawled home, so she quickly brought him water and soaked his feet. He was so tired that he fell asleep after soaking. She quickly covered the quilt on the bed, undressed him, covered him with a quilt and let him sleep comfortably. He won't think of it when he wakes up. She would cook the meal, bring it to his bed and watch him eat it bite by bite. At that time, her heart was so happy. She likes to watch him wolf down his food and keep bragging about his delicious stupidity. She likes to sleep in his arms, and his face is full of longing: wife, I must make you the happiest woman in the world, wearing gold and silver to eat delicacies.
The days of eating gold and silver treasures are not far away, almost within reach, but Wang Fang does not feel that she is the happiest woman in the world. On the contrary, she thought it was an unfortunate beginning.
Liu Quanyong, who came back late, has the smell of other women, rich, enchanting, fresh and natural, and his smell will change every once in a while. Wang Fang said: You said you wanted me to be the happiest woman in the world. Why did you change?
Aren't you happy? Liu Quanyong vowed that all my money is yours. You can spend it how you want.
Is it happy to be rich? Wang Fang asked him.
Are people without money happy? Liu Quanyong came home late again and said loudly.
Wang Fang said let's divorce. Liu Quanyong smiled: Are you willing to throw away my bank?
Wang Fang said let's divorce. Liu Quanyong said: There is nothing to say. You can say divorce when you get up. Is it interesting?
Wang Fang said let's divorce. Liu Quanyong said: If you say that again, you will leave, but I am not an ATM. You can't take a penny from me.
Wang Fang put the divorce agreement on the table. Liu Quanyong said: You are still serious, um, what divorce, let others know the joke. Stop it, I want to make money.
Finally, Wang Fang divorced her. He gave her a multi-million bank card, but she didn't take it. She went out clean with only a little of her own clothes, and then went to Beijing alone and stayed in a hotel dormitory.
The environment of the hotel is very poor. Come to my house. I want to find someone reliable to cook and clean the house. In our spare time, we can talk in the local dialect. Mei said.
Wang Fang quit her job and moved into Mei's home.
Mei lives alone in Mei's house, which is a bit deserted and messy.
You can sit anywhere. As soon as I sit in front of the computer and write, I forget the time. I'm too lazy to get up, clean the house and cook. Just put some sleeping mats when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy, and life is irregular. Let's live together and be companions in the future.
Wang Fang put down her luggage and began to walk out of the circle. After two days of cleaning, her home is brand-new and full of vitality.
Sitting at the table, tasting the dishes with hometown flavor, Mei shouted happily: God, God, sister, I am very happy to go to heaven with you.
Wang Fang doesn't like talking very much, and she is as docile as a cat. She sends May rice and vegetables, just as she took care of Liu Quanyong.
Mei said, Sister, if I were a man, I would definitely marry you. Whoever marries you will be happy.
Wang Fang took a mouthful of soup sourly: Then who can give me happiness?
Mei was 22 years old when she first arrived in Beijing. Now fifteen years have passed. She is a middle-aged woman in grade four. She has a house of her own and a car worth 200,000 yuan in Beijing. But is she happy? For fifteen years, she fell in love with the man who got her out of trouble. For him, she willingly gave up the opportunity to find a partner, but never thought of destroying his family and letting him divorce and marry her. At this age, he is sixty years old, and the terrifying has been eyeing him not far away. She has never expected anything from him. He once advised her to marry a good man. At that time, she was very angry: you think that love is to buy food in the vegetable market, and you can buy it if you pay.
He said, if you follow me, you will ruin your life.
Did I follow you? Did you give me marriage? What guarantee did you give me? What makes you think I'm with you May is a little overreacting.
Men know there is no point in arguing any longer. A woman's logic has its own reasons. Instead of being refuted by women, it is better to pull up the war-free card early and solve it peacefully.
Let's stop arguing. What to eat at noon is my treat.
Did we have a fight? Did I have a fight with you? I'm explaining a truth. May wants to continue his theory.
Men avoid the important: all works will be named by you in the future. You have the ability to fly high, but I am dragging you down.
What are you talking about? May suddenly felt the urge to cry. She thought of her father who had just died. A grumpy father treats his mother like a wrinkled face, picking up anything casually and hitting it, but she is not allowed to cry, and the more she cries, the more she smokes. Her parents' marital status filled her with fear of married life.
Mei once saw Xining in the vegetable market. He followed his wife with a basket and took pains to pick vegetables from tree to tree. At that time, she felt a little incredible. As a great writer, Xining spends millions of dollars on books and lectures every year, but he just casually wears a pair of plastic slippers and a basket and follows his wife.
Xining, who is the same age as his father, is a rich man. His father is a poor man without brains and belts. Xining is the master, treating the old woman at home as a woman. Where's father? What is home in my father's eyes? Vent field? Mother is probably a thing in the eyes of father.
When she is with Xining, Mei likes to hold Xining's waist and call her father. Xining touched her head, as warm as touching her daughter. Mei likes this feeling, and she also likes this man the same age as her father.
After her 60th birthday, Xining gave May a bank card with her password written on it, which contained1100,000 yuan. He said that he would never meet again. He is old, but May is still young. Let Mei find a man to get married and live.
Mei cried, holding the man and calling for her father. Xining touched her head, just like a father to his daughter. They never met again.
During the Chinese New Year, Mei said that she would not go home this year. I will spend the Spring Festival with you. Where are we going? Being trapped in reinforced concrete for a year in Beijing is so humbled.
Wang Fang said that I have long wanted to travel to Dali, Yunnan. Maybe you can invest in a homestay, and I'll help you clean up.
May was surprised, sister. How do you know my dream?
Wang Fang showed a cat-like lazy look: every woman has a dream, but I pinned my dream on others.
Sister, sister, Mei's hand: In this way, my Mei Youmeng column needs articles with opinions. I give you this task, and you give me a few whole articles. How's it going?
Wang Fang nodded: I also like writing. Holding it for a long time will cause problems. I wrote everything in my diary.
You have to say it out loud, like this. Mei shouted at the snow-white wall: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Crying and crying, her eyes welled up with tears.
Wang Fang hugged her head and burst into tears: I hate you, I hate you! She said to herself: Because I love you.