Chapter 28 Big Square Face (13) I just like this on the stove...
He didn't know when he started to like her.
Maybe it was when he saw her riding a tricycle alone between heaven and earth, or holding a long knife to fight with that gangster?
He doesn't know.
He only knew that after the nanny had taken care of his grandfather, she also wanted to take care of him.
When he was twelve years old.
That night, just after he had finished taking a shower, she walked into his room, swaying her plump body and wearing a strange smile, and asked him if he wanted some milk.
Ever since he saw that incident, he felt sick and kept his distance from her.
He said he didn't want to drink and wanted to close the door.
But she kicked the door against the wall, brought the hot milk to his table, and forced him to drink it.
Grandpa was not at home that day.
My grandmother has been dead for a year.
That day became his childhood nightmare.
He clearly remembered that the wanton woman put her hands into his chest and kneaded his newly developed pectoral muscles.
He was shaking with fear, remembering the scene of her climbing on his grandfather. He picked up the vase next to him, wanting to fight her to the death.
Although he didn't know what consequences those hands would bring, he was still afraid reflexively. The cold blood flowed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He wanted to shout, but there was only the bottomless night around him.
She said that he must not tell anyone and that she would come back to serve him well in the future.
He remembered that she undressed herself, smiling and showing him her white breasts.
He didn't have time to close his eyes before he was forced to see the woman's body, and he felt disgusted.
Life is sometimes an unpredictable storm.
You never know where in the darkness a bottomless hand may be hiding.
"So I thought that all loose women deserved to die..." he said.
Oh no...so he thought that all women were promiscuous...
He had been terrified of women.
If I were to marry, I would only marry someone like my mother, who makes me feel safe, gentle and virtuous.
Those who are dissolute and throw themselves into the arms of others should all die...
How could he fall in love with such a wretched woman?
Han Chong looked at Liu Binghai's square face with red eyes.
This face is so ordinary, so willful, and so annoying.
How could you flirt with him and just turn around and leave?
Did she know that she reminded him of the long nights they had spent together?
She reminded him of the darkness, the fear, the screams...
"You bad woman." He hugged her, his voice filled with tears.
He thought that all loose women deserved to die, but why, when he saw her riding on her Hot Wheels through the snow-covered city, there was an invisible force that made him see the lonely and brave self of his childhood.
Lonely and brave, yes, the lonely and brave self.
Perhaps, not all women who look like sluts are bad guys...
Liu Binghai looked at Han Chong and stroked her shoulder like a fragile, unlucky baby.
She felt like she was in trouble.
I'm afraid that one day in the future, I will be harassed by this unlucky baby with fragile reasons.
…
The Spring Festival is here in a blink of an eye.
Liu Binghai went home to visit his mother.
After the original owner's mother became paralyzed, she was always dominated by her ex-husband. She and her ex-husband's new lover lived in a small three-bedroom apartment of less than 100 square meters. They lived in a cramped and strange way.
Although I don't have any feelings for this family, she is the original owner's mother after all, so I have to come and see her.
The original owner's mother was born beautiful, and even though she was seriously ill, her original beauty could not be concealed.
But he looked lifeless and had lost a lot of spirit. Looking at the sea of ice, his expression was indifferent.
The sound of firecrackers outside one after another reveals the joy and excitement of the Spring Festival.
Liu Binghai put ten thousand yuan in her father's hands, saying that it was for buying New Year's goods, food and drinks, and told him to decide for himself.
Then he secretly stuffed 10,000 yuan into his mother's pocket and said to her, "As long as you have money in your hands, you don't have to worry. If you need anything or my father hasn't thought of it, just give him money and ask him to buy it for you. Just treat him as your babysitter. After all, he was the one who wronged you first."
The original owner's mother had been ill for a long time and had lost all her energy. She accepted the money, nodded to her daughter, and asked her, "Are you okay in the city?"
Liu Binghai ate the melon he brought back and said, "It's pretty good."
"I heard that you broke up with Xiao Yang?" No matter how heartless she was, she was still a mother after all, and she still cared about her daughter's lifelong affairs.
"Yeah." Liu Binghai nodded.
The mother sighed, "So many years, what a pity... I can't help you in this way. You have to take care of your future life by yourself. If there is someone who is good to you, then marry him. You are not young anymore."
"Yeah." Liu Binghai nodded again.
My father's new love is a quiet woman. Seeing that Liu Binghai is not a good person, she doesn't say much and stays in her room all the time.
New Year's Eve just got through in such a strange way.
Liu Erxiong also came back.
He worked at a car wash and came back covered in mud.
He ignored the icy sea, and the icy sea ignored him.
For some people, reconciliation doesn't matter. As long as they live in peace with each other, it is not a pity if relatives become strangers.
At least, it's much better than calling you sister and then stealing and getting into trouble every day.
The Spring Festival was really hard to bear, so I stayed at home for only one night and then went back.
The father said, "Why don't you stay a few more days?"
She could tell that the tone wasn't very positive.
"No, I have something else to do at the company."
For a family like this, celebrating the festival is just a formality. Don't just stay here and embarrass others.
Returning to my own little bungalow, I instantly felt at ease.
Liu Binghai built a stove in the yard to do the laundry, cook and cut cabbage.
Roast some sweet potatoes on the stove and sit around it. It’s warm and feels like the New Year.
She particularly likes the stoves found in ancient palaces.
A few people gathered around the stove, roasting some potatoes, and the whole day was lively.
Although she was alone, she felt more comfortable than having to pretend to be a figurehead in that weird house.
Oh no, she's not alone...
One day, there was suddenly a person next to the stove.
The man sat down, picked up a big potato, and asked, "Aren't you going home?"
Liu Binghai didn't even look up, "No home."
She has no home, and he has no home either.
His home had long been buried in that thick photo album.
Every Spring Festival, he likes to go out and visit the uncles who are stocking up on New Year's goods at the flower and bird market.
He suddenly wanted to grow old immediately. When he got older, he would have no more constraints in his heart. He could carry those bird cages with confidence and walk through the streets and alleys without having to accept other people's curious gazes because of his beautiful face.
"Your place really looks like an old lady's den."
He looked up at the row of cabbages in the yard.
When he was a child, his grandmother also stored cabbage in this way.
One after another, row after row, it seems like there are never enough cabbages in the house.
Grandma said that cabbage and tofu bring peace.
But, she was not at peace after all.
Liu Binghai didn't say, "Your place looks like an old man's den too."
Don't give him any opportunity to take advantage of you with your words.
"A potato is three dollars," she said.
“How do you charge for accommodation?”
“No accommodation.”
The potatoes on the stove were sizzling with steam. Liu Binghai put them in a basin and took out the beef ribs and put them on the basin. White smoke instantly rose from the stove and the aroma of the roiling fat filled the yard.
In the evening, after she had eaten her fill, she went back to her room to sleep.
He just sat outside.
She woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window.
He's still sitting there...
The night was bitterly cold and snow was falling. His hair looked as if white hair had fallen out, and he stared into the distance motionlessly.
He felt that he should change his way of life.
Instead of acting in a sneaky and bossy manner in the past, now we should try to act more openly.
That wretched woman also acts like an old lady with a clear conscience.
Two hours later, he still hadn't left, and she thought he might have frozen to death.
"Come in!"
The drifting ice sea gave him a house.
She has two bedrooms here, with a small dining room in between.
"Accommodation is 80," she said.
Since he insisted on staying, she was happy to make some extra money.
She turned around and locked the door, listened to the noise outside, and continued to lie in bed and sleep.
After waking up, we roasted potatoes in the yard, set off firecrackers, and looked at the stars. The Spring Festival Gala was playing continuously on TV.
Liu Binghai roasted all the things that Liu Yimeng wanted to eat but couldn't bear to eat in the past, as compensation to the original owner.
Han Chong asked her: Do you think I look more handsome now that I no longer call you a slut?
Liu Binghai looked up at the overconfident man and made a insincere sound of "Puh!"
"Liu Yimeng." Han Chong said, "Can you be less vulgar in the future?"
He tried to negotiate with her.
Liu Binghai took a bite of the fatty beef belly and answered straightforwardly, "No."
The Spring Festival is both noisy and quiet.
Time seems to pass very slowly in this small courtyard.
On the evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Youyou sent her a New Year's greeting video: "Mengjie, happy New Year's Day!"
On the other side of the video are endless snow-capped mountains.
Liu Binghai looked at it and said, "Have fun, Xiao You, there are mountains over there where you live!"
She sincerely felt that the scenery over there was extraordinary and beautiful like a fairyland.
When will the system be able to transport her to Tibet and let her be a small farmer in a remote area...
Youyou said: "Yes, Sister Meng, please come to my house to play in the future."
After saying that, he turned the camera around, allowing her to take a closer look at the scenery of her hometown.
She also saw a little girl eating dumplings with a smile on her face.
That must be his sister.
"Is your sister feeling better?"
Youyou said: "It's much better now. It's all thanks to knowing my sister."
As he spoke, his eyes sparkled.
The two chatted for a while, and Youyou asked again, "Sister, how are you and Mr. Han doing?"
Liu Binghai looked at the big guy who was roasting potatoes.
It's strange, how come she always manages to turn men into farmers.
At this time, he was wearing a gray mud coat and was carefully stirring the potatoes in the pot on the stove.
It seems that being a farmer is really happy. Even Boss Han can't help but flock to it.
"Not bad." Liu Binghai said.
"He didn't bother you again, did he?" Youyou asked nervously.
"If I cause you any trouble, I will protect you when I get back!" Youyou said solemnly.
He is no longer the timid little brat he used to be.
As he was speaking, an expressionless face appeared in the video.
"Are you asking me?" Han Chong said coldly.
I seemed to hear my own name while roasting potatoes.
This damn woman is flirting with little boys again.
But don't worry, he is in the distant mountains, while she lives in her house.
Hehehe…
"Han...Han..." Youyou stuttered.
"We're roasting potatoes. Can we save a few for you?" Han Chong said. "We've been roasting them for days and nights, and they've all melted."
Youyou: "You two have been together these days?"
Han Chong: "Want to eat potatoes?"
Youyou: "Do you live together?"
Han Chong: "Want to eat potatoes?"
Youyou hung up the video.
Liu Binghai took the phone.
"Why scare a child?"
Han Chong looked at Liu Binghai and said coldly, "If you don't like me, don't give me hope, wretched..."
He swallowed back the word "vulgar woman".
Liu Binghai thought so too and took Han Chong's key back.
Han Chong...
If you don’t like someone, don’t give them hope. This makes sense.
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After the Spring Festival, melons are not so easy to sell.
Everyone stocked up on meat during the holidays, and everyone had a round belly and big ears.
When Youyou came back from vacation, it was already past the 15th.
He was anxious to help Liu Binghai sell the melons, otherwise his father would not want to let her go until after the Lunar New Year.
The first thing he asked Liu Binghai when he came back was: "Sister, are you and Mr. Han together?"
Liu Binghai said: "No."
Youyou thought about it and asked again, "Then can I compete fairly with President Han?"
Liu Binghai said, "You should sell the melons fairly."
Youyou was a little sad, but over such a long time, he seemed to have transformed this faint admiration into a higher level of emotion.
His sister always told him that there is more than just love between men and women, there is also admiration, respect and attachment.
Perhaps, he was a very comprehensive person towards her. He still remembered the first time she gave him money for incense, and she did not expose the fact that he was following her. Perhaps from that day on, their fate was firmly determined and would never be broken.
As long as I can keep in touch with my sister, that's all.
The days passed slowly, and I was still alone in the icy sea.
Just like before, Youyou helped Liu Binghai deliver the melons to the small bungalow and then took a taxi home.
Sometimes, Liu Binghai would give him some extra money so that he could buy some nice clothes, saying that he was old enough to fall in love.
She knew what her sister meant, but she always kept a place in her heart. Even if it couldn't be filled, she didn't want to find someone to replace it easily.
But he always saw that guy, secretly following his sister step by step.
He was acting sneakily, which was not at all like what a big boss should do.
But this guy was so persistent that even he felt a little touched...
He asked Liu Binghai: "Sister, do you like that person?"
Liu Binghai glanced at the boss not far away and said secretly, "I don't know."
"Sister, if you really can't find someone you like in the future, please consider me, okay?"
Liu Binghai smiled, "By then, my sister will have become an old woman no one wants."
"Sister will definitely be a beautiful old woman when she gets old."
The weather turns cold and then warm, the leaves turn green and then yellow, people grow up every year, and are forgotten by the future every day.
One day, Liu Binghai suddenly didn't want to sell melons anymore.
She sold the tricycle and disposed of all the melons.
She set up a grill in the yard and grilled skewers for herself every day.
Not selling, just eating it myself.
The smell travels too far and sometimes attracts many stray cats and dogs.
She then took the sticks off and fed them to them.
After I stopped selling melons, I gradually had less contact with Youyou. It was time for that kid to find a good relationship. He was always around me, but he couldn't find a girlfriend.
They no longer meet, but they keep in touch occasionally through WeChat. Youyou always asks her when she will sell melons again.
She said, take a rest, wait until I become an old lady, then I will carry you to sell melons.
The smell of barbecue spread too quickly, and the smoke and fire from the stove attracted not only cats and dogs, but also greedy people.
On WeChat, Youyou said: Sister, if there was no Brother Han, would you like me?
Liu Binghai said: "I like you even if he's here." Then he sent a silly emoji with a red heart flashing.
Youyou said: Sister, you are teasing me again.
Liu Binghai said: Live well, you will be happy.
As he said this, the meat skewers sizzled and the fat edges on both sides were roasted and greasy.
The greedy man was still standing there, his body as stiff as a stone, not moving at all.
The fragrant meat was roasted on the drift ice sea.
He put a few more potatoes on the stove.
"Would you like to eat?" She lowered her head and raised a skewer of meat in the direction of the man.
Life began to change with the seasons again, overlapping and rotating constantly.
The sun and the moon are surrounded by the universe, and their trajectories are different every year and every month.
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