Chapter 33 He Wants to Be a Real City Dweller
In front of Liang Kun, Su Houli naturally couldn't talk about the conflict between him and Gao Meifeng, so he laughed it off and said it was nothing.
He said he just wanted to come and sit with them and chat during his break.
Of course Su Xiumei didn't believe it, but it was not appropriate to ask him in front of the father and son.
Su Houli sat for a while and then stood up to say goodbye.
He was very unhappy.
Su Xiumei didn't even ask him if he had eaten, and she didn't even make him a pot of tea.
When leaving, Liang Kun took the initiative to send him downstairs, warmly and politely: "Uncle, come and visit when you have time!"
"Okay, okay." Su Houli agreed and walked a few steps with his bicycle. Su Xiumei followed him, wearing a coat. "I'll take you there."
The brother and sister walked out along the bumpy road of the family compound. The community was very lively. Old men and women were strolling in groups of three or five, and children were running back and forth happily. When they were almost at the door, Su Xiumei asked him, "What's going on?"
"It's really nothing!" Su Houli suddenly decided not to say anything. What's the point of saying it? It was not a glorious thing. If he told Su Xiumei, Su Xiumei might turn around and tell Liang Wencai, and then Liang Wencai would definitely treat it as a joke. He didn't want his affairs to be talked about as a joke over and over again.
"I thought you and Director Gao had a quarrel!" The night was noisy, and Su Xiumei couldn't see the expression on Su Houli's face. She was obviously relieved, "You finally got a day off, go back and rest early!"
The affair between Su Houli and Gao Meifeng has long been an open secret in their family.
Gao Meifeng is the director of the sewing workshop. She often uses her work convenience to make sheets and quilt covers for Su Xiumei. Sometimes when the workshop has extra samples, Gao Meifeng will also give them to Su Xiumei.
The two of them understood each other tacitly and got along pretty well.
Su Houli nodded, got on his bike and left.
The streets are very lively.
The roadside was almost entirely lined with vendors, and people were bustling about like a large market. The music store was playing lingering, romantic pop songs: ... The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you, collecting every bit of laughter along the way, saving it for later when we can sit in a rocking chair and talk about it slowly...
Su Houli rode his bicycle through the bustling traffic, but felt particularly lonely and lost.
The night in Jiao County is very beautiful. The colorful neon lights illuminate most of the sky, interweaving with the lights coming through the windows of the buildings, which are either gorgeous or warm. However, there is not a single light in this city that truly belongs to it.
Although his household registration has been transferred from the countryside to the city, he is still not a true city dweller.
A real city dweller is like Liang Wencai, who grew up in the county town and was assigned to a meat processing plant when he became an adult. There, he was just an ordinary worker, but he easily lived in an apartment building.
As far as he knew, Liang Wencai only spent 20,000 yuan on the building in the meat processing plant's staff compound, with the factory providing partial subsidies. This 20,000 yuan was deducted from his salary every month and did not affect their daily life.
The Jiali Garment Factory actually has its own residential area, which is located near Jiaoxian No. 1 Middle School. It was completed last year. Middle-level managers with more than five years of work experience can buy a house there, but the garment factory has regulations that give priority to those with urban household registration.
Although his work experience exceeded five years and he was a candidate for deputy factory director, the building issue had to be delayed again and again because he had a rural household registration.
The reason why he moved his family's household registration here was so that he could have his own house in this city.
Only after he had his own house did he feel that he had truly settled down in this city.
Unconsciously, the scene grew darker and darker, and the bustling city was left behind. When he came to his senses, he had already reached his doorstep. The lights were on in the yard, and the sound of a sewing machine could be heard from inside the house. Chen Guilan was bent over the sewing machine, making a waist bag. Seeing him come in out of nowhere, she said in surprise, "It's so late, why are you back?"
"I get off work early today." Su Houli instinctively went to the well with a stern face to wash his hands. The village was quiet, but the loud singing still echoed in his ears. He just came back and wanted to go back.
"You haven't eaten yet!" Chen Guilan chased after him and trotted out the door. "I'll cook for you."
Su Houli was indeed hungry, but he didn't stop her.
He hadn't eaten since he came out of the garment factory. He went to No. 1 Middle School and was scolded by Su Jiaojiao. He went to Su Xiumei's house and was very angry. He rode for half an hour to return to the village. He was already starving and exhausted both mentally and physically.
Chen Guilan worked very efficiently. She washed a handful of Chinese cabbage and a scallion, chopped them together, then beat four eggs and mixed them with the chopped Chinese cabbage. She heated oil in a cold pan and poured the chopped Chinese cabbage mixed with the egg liquid into the pan. The aroma of the eggs instantly spread in front of Su Houli, making him even hungrier.
Soon, a bowl of steaming egg noodles was served in front of him.
Green cabbage wrapped around balls of eggs was poured over the noodles. The unbridled aroma soothed his taste buds. Su Houli ate heartily without caring about his image, slurping and finishing the big bowl of noodles quickly.
In front of him, Chen Guilan looked like a newly married young wife, feeling a little at a loss.
Seeing that he had finished eating, she hurriedly took the dishes and went to the well to wash them.
Su Houli originally wanted to go next door to talk to Xu Yuxiang, but it was already past nine o'clock and the lights next door were off, so he had to give up the idea, take off his shoes and go to sleep.
Chen Guilan cleaned up the dishes, went to the well to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then tiptoed onto the kang.
Turn off the lights.
It was dark on the kang, and a little moonlight came in dimly through the window paper and sprinkled on the blue flowered quilts of the two people. Su Houli was full and warm. He faced the wall and said nothing. He had resentment towards Su Jiaojiao and inexplicably towards Chen Guilan as well, but he really could not find any fault with Chen Guilan, so he could only keep his anger in his heart.
After Chen Guilan lay down beside him, he also did not move. After a long time, he could not help but turn over. When he turned around, he happened to meet Chen Guilan's eyes. Her eyes were simple and pure, which made him feel a little embarrassed. He opened his mouth awkwardly: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
He felt that Su Jiaojiao was lying to him.
Chen Guilan probably didn't know about his affair. She was simple-minded and couldn't hide such a big thing in her heart.
"Let's go to sleep now." Chen Guilan turned over. When he was not back, she was looking forward to his return. Now that he is back, she feels uncomfortable all over. She knows that his heart is no longer with her. She feels sad, upset and wronged, but there is nothing she can do.
Yes, she had no way to make this man change his mind.
Some things, instead of being made clear, are better left unsaid. She doesn't want to make it clear, just like she doesn't want to uncover the scars in her heart. No one can replace that kind of pain, and she can only heal it alone in the dark night when she is alone.
Su Houli looked at her back, feeling the scent of her body, and suddenly he felt an inexplicable urge in his heart. He raised his hand to pull her shoulders, but when he was about to touch her, he retracted his hand... What he longed for was the bustling and noisy city, not this quiet and plain little mountain village.
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