0036 Night Rose, Night.36 "The total is 128, just give 120."
"Okay." Ruan Mei had already put out her cigarette when she saw that the proprietress was pregnant.
She took out some cash from a worn black wallet and handed it to the proprietress, then secretly turned around to see what the owner of the wallet was doing.
She understood what Chen Shanye meant. He was using the excuse of paying the bill to get her out of that awkward and suffocating situation. After all, that couple had nothing to do with her, and her presence there would only make things more confusing.
"Sit here for a while, and then go over after they leave."
Sister Zhu pushed a plastic stool to her. Of course, she also knew Wu Mingyang and Zhao Bingqing. Chen Shanye and Wu Xuanli did not have a wedding banquet that year, but they also booked a few tables in her store to entertain some relatives.
Ruan Mei pulled him over and sat him down: "Thank you, and the plums you just had."
"Are you from Guangzhou? How did you get to know Ye Zi?"
Ruan Mei shook her head: "No, but I've lived in Guangzhou since college. With him..."
She stole another glance, and met Chen Shanye's deep eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "I guess we met at work..."
Chen Shanye retracted his gaze, picked up the white porcelain teapot that the waiter had replaced with tea leaves, and filled the cups in front of Wu Mingyang and Zhao Bingqing with tea. "Uncle and aunt, have some tea. Did Third Uncle tell you I was here? What's the matter that made you rush to see me so urgently?"
"It's nothing serious. I just haven't seen you in a while. We happened to be nearby, so I came over." Wu Mingyang picked up the cup, but it was too hot, so he put it back on the table and said with a wry smile, "Think about it, the last time we met, you called us 'Mom and Dad', but from now on, you'll just call us Uncle and Auntie..."
"Yeah." Chen Shanye handed a cigarette to Wu Mingyang and took out a lighter to light it for him. Wu Mingyang shook his head and put the cigarette next to the cup.
Zhao Bingqing pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Shanye, you and Xiaoli are not destined to be together. Now that this matter has come to this stage, it can be considered an ending, but it is..."
She was hesitant to speak and couldn't utter a complete sentence. She threw the words to Wu Mingyang: "Old Wu, you should speak first."
Wu Mingyang finally picked up the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Chen Shanye stood up and bent his back to help him light the cigarette.
Wu Mingyang took a deep puff and exhaled the smoke fiercely. "Shanye, it's our Wu family who's wronged you about this. But Yangyang is also our grandson. Can you talk to your parents and let us see Yangyang more often and spend time with him?"
"My in-laws aren't answering my calls anymore..." Zhao Bingqing quickly said, "Shanye, since you once called us mom and dad, can you please help us?"
She was so anxious that her eyes were red: "I haven't seen Yangyang for a long time..."
Ruan Mei was far away from them and could not hear what they were saying. She only saw Chen Shanye lighting a cigarette, and the cigarette butt was sparkling brightly in the sunlight.
He rested his arms on the wooden table, his dark hair hanging slightly in front of his forehead covering his deep eyes. The light flowed on his back like a circle of honey. Ruan Mei couldn't see his face for a moment, but she felt again the moment when she wanted to hug Chen Shanye tightly last night.
"As for Ye Zi, he's a little naive and silly, doesn't say too many sweet words, and doesn't care about it when he suffers a loss. He's a person who can live a good life." Sister Zhu ate another plum, wanting to give Chen Shanye a good assist.
Is he naive? Is he stupid? Ruan Mei pouted, feeling that Chen Shanye, now with his pants off, was becoming increasingly bad.
He kept hitting her with straight balls, not caring whether she could catch them or not...
Chen Shanye has an irresistible sincerity. That sincerity is like the scorching sun, enough to make the line drawn with ink more and more blurred, and the ink will evaporate at any time in this hot summer.
Chen Shanye was still listening to Zhao Bingqing's complaints of grievance. He glanced at Wu Mingyang, a man with faint graying hair on his temples, smoking one cigarette after another and avoiding his sight.
He interrupted Zhao Bingqing: "I understand, I will discuss this matter with my parents."
Seeing that Chen Shanye was still as easy to talk to as before, Zhao Bingqing cleared up her gloom and said, "I told you, Shanye is the most sensible one! Shanye, you see, you will start a new family in the future..."
As she said this, she turned her body to glance at the red-haired young woman at the cashier, then turned back and continued, "If you have a new family, we two old people can help you take care of Yangyang. It's no problem for Yangyang to be raised in our home!"
"Oh! Why are you saying this at this time!" Wu Mingyang knocked the table hard, and cigarette ash fell on the table like snowflakes, and was blown away by the fan.
Zhao Bingqing was drinking tea, and she was almost choked by her husband's harsh words. "I'm also thinking about Shanye. Look at that girl, she dyes her hair and smokes. You can tell at a glance that she's not someone who can take care of a child. How can I leave Yangyang to someone like that..."
"squeak--"
The legs of the chair once again made a thorny noise as they scraped against the ground. Chen Shanye picked up the teapot and pointed the spout at the cup in Zhao Bingqing's hand.
Zhao Bingqing quickly placed the cup on the table. Light tea, accompanied by hot smoke, flowed out of the spout. Chen Shanye slowly spoke, "Auntie, Siyang is my child. If I have a new family in the future, it will also include Chen Siyang. You don't have to worry about that."
The tea in the white cup was about eight-tenths full, white smoke curling up. The spout of the kettle turned and poured tea into Wu Mingyang's cup. "Dyeing hair and smoking have no direct correlation with whether one can raise children. Judging people by appearance is not a good idea, isn't it, uncle?"
Wu Mingyang's already ugly face became even darker. Zhao Bingqing's eyes widened and she hummed a few times without saying a complete sentence.
When did Chen Shanye, who is usually kind and honest, become so good at refuting others?
The teapot collided with the wooden table with a clang, and Chen Shanye stood up straight, his whole body immersed in the strong sunlight, like a dry and solid piece of wood thrown into a burning fire, crackling with scarlet sparks.
Chen Shanye sighed, his voice neither light nor heavy, but each word was resounding: "Some people don't look like they would abandon their families and sons and run away."
Zhao Bingqing quickly realized that he was talking about her daughter in a roundabout way. She stood up suddenly and slammed her palm on the wooden table, causing ripples on the surface of the small lake in the teacup.
"Chen Shanye! Doesn't it make sense if you say that?!
If you hadn't gotten Xiaoli pregnant back then, how could I have let her marry you so quickly? Don't you even look at your own situation back then?! If Xiaoli hadn't left, I'm afraid she'd still be with you in this little place, suffering in humiliation!
Zhao Bingqing hasn't had an easy time these years either.
Neighbors may appear friendly with you on the surface, but behind your back they always gossip about her daughter as a side dish with their meals, adding sarcastic remarks to the mix. Every word they say keeps her awake all night.
If Chen Shanye had been willing to file for divorce from the beginning, their family could have used the excuse of "peaceful breakup" to cover up the rumors. However, Chen Shanye refused to divorce and even heard from somewhere that Xiaoli was in Guangdong, so he followed her there and stayed there for many years.
The rumors added fuel to the fire, saying that Chen Shanye was a wife-waiting stone, and that the Wu family was committing a sin by pinning such an honest man to the ground and bullying him. The words were as unpleasant as they could be.
If she hadn't saved enough money to buy a house there, she would have wanted to leave this remote place long ago.
It was not until last year that Chen Shanye was finally willing to let it go, but the old Chen family was not friendly to them, and they had no way to establish a good relationship with Chen Siyang.
The dark resentment that had been accumulated for a long time burst out in an instant, making the air turbid and sticking to the wings and feet of flies.
The woman's angry voice was loud and she didn't speak in dialect. Ruan Mei stood up as soon as she heard it, and before she had time to think, she had already taken a step forward.
Sister Zhu raised an eyebrow. Why is this silly brother still worried about whether he can catch the girl? Aren't these two almost together?
Looking over Zhao Bingqing's shoulder, Chen Shanye saw the person walking towards him with a frown on his face.
It's so wrinkled and ugly, but also so beautiful.
He shook his head gently at her, "Don't come over here."
Ruan Mei stopped, frowned and raised her chin, "Can you do it alone?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Wu Mingyang put out his cigarette and growled at Zhao Bingqing, "Sit down! What are you yelling about?"
He stood up and tilted his head slightly to see Chen Shanye's eyes, which contained an aggression he had rarely seen before. He knew how hurtful Zhao Bingqing's words could be to a man. She was openly speaking to Chen Shanye, but secretly she was still scolding Wu Mingyang for being a coward.
Plus, she is still my daughter, and...
"Shanye, don't take it personally when your mother-in-law gets angry and says whatever she wants. But there is indeed a gap between you and Xiaoli..."
"Uncle, I'm not very capable." Chen Shanye interrupted him, turned around to look at the brand new car parked outside, and said, "The money I give you every month over the past few years isn't even enough to cover half of what you paid for this car, right?"
He didn't look at the two people in front of him, but only at the cigarette in his hand. "I heard you're selling your house? Are you planning to move? Where are you moving to?"
Although he didn't see the two of them, Chen Shanye could imagine that the two elders' expressions must be very interesting.
There were some things that he turned a blind eye to because he had called them mom and dad and because they had accepted the tea he offered them while kneeling down.
But, was he going to compete with him for Chen Siyang? Was he going to say something bad about the girl he liked in front of him?
That won’t work. Even the most docile cat has a temper.
The cigarette between the fingers has burned to the end, just like the relationship between people has also come to an end.
Chen Shanye put out his dying cigarette and held the teacup in front of him with both hands. His wheat-colored fingers pinched the white porcelain until his nails turned white. It seemed that the teacup would fall apart in his hands in the next second and turn into stardust to dissipate in the wind.
He lowered his head and bowed to the two people in front of him: "Dad, Mom, this is the last time I will call you like this."
When he looked up again, Chen Shanye drank the hot tea in the cup that was still burning his throat.
“Clang!”
The empty porcelain cup lost its balance, and the bottom of the cup swayed slightly twice on the table before it finally came to rest.
"This is also the last time I'll serve you tea," said Chen Shanye.
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