Jiang Wanyan and Xi Chenzhu separated after they returned. Jiang Wanyan looked at the car carrying Xi Chenzhu away and sighed slightly.
She always felt that they had just met and then separated again not long ago. Although she knew that Xi Chenzhu was very busy, she sometimes still wished that it would be better if he didn't have a job.
Of course, Jiang Wanyan was just thinking about it.
It was impossible for her to interfere with Xi Chenzhu's work. She could not help Xi Chenzhu in any way. The only thing she could do was not disturb him.
The car disappeared from sight and Jiang Wanyan turned to look for Yin You.
Yesterday, Yin You sent her a message telling her that the case of the bun shop had been closed.
Jiang Wanyan and Yin You met in a coffee shop, and Yin You sighed and said, "That old man is really the boss."
Jiang Wanyan was 90% sure that the old man was the owner of the bun shop. When she heard Yin You's affirmative answer, Jiang Wanyan was not surprised at all.
"Do you know what happened back then?"
Jiang Wanyan shook her head and said to Yin You, "I don't know. Tell me about it."
Yin You smiled and told her seriously what happened.
The owner and his wife of a bun shop were originally very loving, but suddenly an artist came to the town. The artist was taciturn and had long hair, so everyone would take a detour when they saw him.
The artist went to a bun shop to buy buns for the first time. He looked at them for a long time but didn’t know what to buy. The people behind him urged him to hurry up.
But their urging only made the artist more nervous. Seeing that he couldn't say a word for a long time, the proprietress took the initiative to take a few different buns and stuffed them into the artist's hands. She smiled and said, "Are you new here? I'll give them to you. If you like them, come back next time."
The artist stood aside, staring blankly at the proprietress busying herself, and it took a long time before he took the buns and left.
The boss didn't take it seriously at first. He just said to the boss's wife, "How can you do business like this? If he doesn't come next time, won't you lose money?"
In the past, the boss lady would give customers credit, and the boss had no objection because those were people who had lived here for a long time and would not suddenly disappear.
Artists are different. They look neurotic and weird, and they might disappear tomorrow.
The lady boss smiled and said, "It's just a few buns, not a lot of money."
The boss didn't argue with the boss's wife, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
The next day, the artist came. At that time, people mostly used cash. The artist held the boss lady's hand. The boss lady asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
The artist said nothing, but put the money in her hand and muttered, "I want the same one."
The lady boss smiled and said, "Okay, wait, I'll get it for you."
After saying that, he pulled his hand out and gave the bun to the artist.
The artist took the buns and stood aside, looking at the proprietress for a long time before leaving, just like yesterday.
After the crowd had thinned out, the boss said unhappily, "Don't talk to that weird guy."
The proprietress also thought the artist was a little strange, so she nodded in agreement. But as time went on, she discovered that the artist's personality was very childlike and his mind was very simple.
Since her own children were not talkative, the proprietress could not help but treat the artist as a child. When he came, she would occasionally ask him about recent events.
Artists usually don't talk, and the proprietress didn't think anything of it.
The proprietress actually didn’t talk much to the artist, but when other customers came, she would chat about family matters.
To the proprietress, all of this made no difference. If anything, the artist would always stand at the door for a while before leaving.
One day, the boss couldn't help but ask his wife to stay away from the artist.
The boss's wife thought he was worried that she would get hurt, so she didn't think much about it. After that, when the artist came, the boss would go to receive him.
Although I really want to kick him out, I have no reason to do so.
The artist comes every day, but his coming time is not fixed, so the boss cannot guarantee that he will be there every time he comes.
Then one day when the boss was away, the boss's wife met the artist face to face for the first time in a long time.
The proprietress looked at the artist's puzzled eyes and felt inexplicably guilty. After giving him the buns, she wanted to leave.
The artist stopped her and asked her, "Do you hate me?"
The proprietress's heart softened at once, but she didn't know how to explain.
She is kind-hearted and nice to everyone, and always finds it difficult to refuse other people's requests.
Even when she married the boss, it was because she couldn't bear to see him embarrass himself in front of everyone.
At that time, she was not ready to get married, but she also loved her boss. After marriage, she moved here with her boss and opened a bun shop.
The boss lady didn't know how to explain to the artist, so she could only say, "My husband is worried that you might hurt me, so he doesn't want me to get too close to you. It's not that he hates you, so don't overthink it."
The artist thoughtfully let go.
This scene was seen by the boss who came back, and he also heard what the boss's wife said: "She doesn't hate artists."
The boss didn't say a word during the day, which made his wife feel strange. However, she was busy preparing delicious food that day, and since their son was coming home, she didn't think much about it.
During dinner, my son talked about how good-looking the art students at school were, and the proprietress then said that an artist had come to town.
The boss got furious when he heard this, slammed the table and yelled, "Have you been seduced by him?"
The proprietress was stunned and frowned, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? That child looks a lot like our son. How could I possibly have such thoughts?"
The boss said with a distorted expression: "Great, you even care about your son."
The proprietress was stunned for a moment, then immediately became angry and said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about! Do you think I am that kind of person?"
She had been with him for so many years and had never disliked him for anything. When she found out that he missed her so much, she was like a cat with its fur standing on end, showing its claws for the first time.
The boss pushed the boss's wife and yelled, "Is what I said wrong? You stared at him the moment he came!"
The son frowned and protected the boss lady behind him, shouting, "Don't push my mom!"
The boss saw his son as if he were an artist and slapped him hard.
The son was stunned by the beating. The boss's wife was the first to react. She cried and said, "If you don't want to continue, then don't. Why did you hit your son?"
The boss laughed in anger and said, "You want a divorce, don't you? How long have you been planning this?"
Seeing that he didn't listen to her at all and kept misinterpreting her, the boss's wife said disappointedly, "My son and I are going back to my parents' home. Calm down for a while and we can talk about what happened today later."
"You want to leave?"
The boss's wife wiped the blood from the corner of her son's mouth, feeling extremely distressed, and did not notice the fierceness in the boss's eyes.
"If I don't leave, will you?"
These were the last words she uttered.
The son looked at the bloody stick and fainted from fright. When he woke up again, he found that he was locked in a dark basement.
He shouted for a long time but no one opened the door to let him out.
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