Chapter 25

Smell speech, Zhang lingshuo micro pick eyebrow, looking at the face cold and stubborn little woman.

It's just money! He had a feeling of being cheated. Such a woman should not have too much contact with money and not be too obsessed with money. At least she put all the valuable things in the building at will, but she was haggling over the unimportant rent. Did she start thinking about it yesterday? Thinking about not wanting to see him?

Ling Shuo had to say something to his voice, at least he didn't want to say it now

His response was the five fingers of the thin woman.

He looked at her slender fingers, he compared the price standard of the town.

"Five hundred?"

"Fifty thousand." Her voice was a little colder.

"It's like starting from the ground. Is that how you scare off your tenants? " He asked jokingly, not angry!

"It's up to you whether you want to live or not!"

"Good. Fifty thousand is fifty thousand, but I'll pay for it. " He is a businessman and will not spend the money for nothing.

She stares at him.

"I want your smile!" Zhang lingshuo suddenly played a prank.

The answer to Zhang lingshuo was the sound of closing the door. He looked at the closed door without expression, but he was in a good mood. She's stubborn and cute.

Fifty thousand, seems to be worth the money, at least this woman is not too bad in his eyes.

After Zhang lingshuo left, Mo Hui stayed in the room all morning, until he could no longer lift his hand with the carving knife, so he put it down and walked out of the room. At first, she walked very carefully. Later, she thought about why she wanted to behave like a thief in her own home. As usual, she walked gently to the small hall of the front building.

She looked at the gate outside the yard, and he helped to close it as he left. Usually, as soon as the gate of the courtyard is closed, the people in the town know that it won't be open today, and they all know the news that Zhang Qing is not at home. There are few people coming to eat these days.

She doesn't care about this income. The money in her bank card is enough for the rest of her life. Even when she dies, there is still money left.

20 million, leaving 10 million in a small village home. The house cost 2 million, plus the expenses of these years, there should be 5 million left on the bank card. That's enough.

Mo Hui turned into the kitchen, cleaned the chopping board, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and began to prepare. She is very quiet, black and white eyes look directly at the ingredients on her hands, as if that is all she has now.

It's easy for her to focus on things, especially food. Before she was eight years old, she was often hungry, sometimes one meal a day, sometimes two or three days, depending on her father and stepmother. Sometimes when she was hungry, she would steal the food from the villagers. Once she stole an egg. Without fire, she ate it raw. The fishy smell and greasy food filled her throat. She was not willing to spit it out because she was hungry.

That time. She got the most serious beating in her life. Mo Shiping beat her hard. She didn't cry and looked at her father who was red eyed. He didn't stop until the wooden bar on his hand was broken, and his stepmother was already crying. Her younger brother was too young. When he saw his stepmother crying, he began to cry.

On the contrary, she didn't have many tears. At that time, she couldn't cry. No matter how painful she was, she didn't have any tears. Her eyes were all dry, so her father called her white eyed wolf.

Mo Hui immersed in memories, tears drop by drop fell on the chopping board, infiltrated into the ingredients.

She didn't reach out to wipe it. She still bowed her head and went on with her hand.

She is more and more fond of recollection. It is said in the book that as her heart grows old, memories gradually increase.

She is 28 years old. She didn't know what other twenty-eight year old women would do or live. Get married, have children, educate them, and then grow old with the pillow people?

She didn't think about it and didn't understand it. True, she doesn't understand her life now.

Quiet and deserted.

If grandfather Zhang has been with her to the present life, will her life be the same as ordinary people? Be able to integrate into the crowd, talk about topics that people are interested in, and smile with the same smile.

However, time is always moving forward, never looking back one day. She can only live in such a gloomy and lonely way, until that day when she is old.

Don't suck back, wash your hands and start frying.

Until all the dishes came out of the pot, she put the plate on the bamboo table and sat beside the table in a daze. She found that what she cooked was Zhang lingshuo's favorite food. This discovery made Mo Hui feel powerless. He lay on the table and watched the dishes cool down a little. He had no appetite.

That man, already melt into her bone and blood, need not deliberate, simple can think of all sorts about him. Her soul has long been engraved with the three words Zhang lingshuo, when she was not sensible.

Even if there is no appetite, Mo Hui still fills the meal and slowly eats it. He takes the food, chews and swallows in a lonely way. Everything goes according to the order. Eating the rice in the bowl clean, she is afraid of cherishing food since she was a child. She is hungry, so she dare not waste food.When Mo Hui was tidying up his chopsticks, his eyes drifted across the bamboo square table inside the small hall, only to find a stack of paper money and a note of some weight on the table. She walked over with no expression. She picked up the money in one hand and the note in the other. Instead of staying on the thick bundle of money, she read the note with a little urgency. A few words on the note: landlady, don't count your 50000 yuan wrong.

Shaking hands, he grabbed the money on the table and wanted to spill it all over the floor. But even such an action, she was unable to do.

For whom?

Who will watch it?

So what?

The old pendulum clock swayed coolly, making a low sound, Dong Dong.

Mo Hui went into the kitchen and threw the powerful note into the fire, letting the fire engulf it and turn it into ashes.

He bent his back and went back to the building.

Zhang lingshuo walked into the room in the sunset. As soon as he entered the small hall, he saw a few dishes on the bamboo table, such as steamed bass, rich beef soup and fried squid with green peppers. Suddenly, he felt some pain in his throat. His pure black eyes tightly locked the food on the table. In an instant, his eyes almost shed tears.

These dishes are not so precious, they are very common, but they are the dishes that some stupid and stupid woman used to be proud of. She can only cook these dishes, and only these dishes are suitable for his taste.

So she cooked them every day until he didn't appreciate them. Later, when he saw them, he couldn't even move his chopsticks. But Mo Hui didn't know. He thought he had put a lot of salt, and then he brought it back to the kitchen to redo it.

This stupid woman, this stupid woman, her mind has never been disliked by others, every time that is not good enough to do, never thought that he has been tired of such a taste, tired of such a layer of unchanged.

Now Zhang lingshuo's heart is filled with an unprecedented expectation that such dishes will be the taste in his memory. He never deliberately remembers the taste, but after eating it more than 100 times, the taste has been locked into his memory and can't be forgotten.

He stepped to the table and took the chopsticks. Once in the throat, food stuck in the throat, unable to swallow, also unable to spit out.

His figure stagnated for a moment, and he ate like he was fighting a war. The food on the table was swept by the wind, and after a while there were only empty dishes left.

Zhang lingshuo dropped his chopsticks, walked through the back garden and strode up the stairs on the second floor. His eyes were like a fine net, all glued to the woman lying on the rocking chair with her eyes closed in the sun.

"Don't go back Is that you? " The voice trembled, not a trace of usual ability. Then, holding his breath, he waited.

The air is very quiet, everything is very quiet, quiet enough to hear the wind, and each other's breathing.

Zhang lingshuo's excitement is like hitting a ball of soft cotton, which can't make any sound.

His eyes were glued to the pale woman in front of him, and his sharp eyes almost went beyond her clothes and looked directly at her essence.

No, it's not like this woman. It's not like Mo Hui.

This woman, is boring, almost can't find half of life force, most unlike this woman is too cold, Mo back in how also won't become like now? Zhang lingshuo denied himself.

For a long time, when Zhang lingshuo thought she was asleep and didn't hear him.

"Mr. Zhang, you are mistaken. My name is Xiao Hui. I'm not your Mo Hui. " Calm eyes open, pale thin face with a smile, she slowly opened her mouth, looking at the man in front of her, because her body is stiff.

Zhang lingshuo almost glared fiercely at the woman in front of him, as if he were recognizing the woman again.

For a long time, he was suddenly relieved. He had a very contradictory heart. He hoped that the woman in front of him would not come back, and that it would not be her. He could not imagine that Mo Hui, who was full of vitality, had become such a dull and indifferent figure after two years. He could not imagine the sufferings she had suffered in the past two years, which he deliberately brought to her. He didn't know how to face such a situation.

Now, she denied it herself. At least he had a hope in his heart that he would not return to a certain corner of the world. He was still fat and silly. He was bullied by others and would not fight back. He still wore a boring smile every day.

Which one is better? He didn't know.

But the woman in front of him is not Mo Hui, she is not Mo Hui, but let him relax.

In his life, he can be easygoing and good-natured in front of anyone, and he can't be like this in front of Mo Hui, because he has always held her aloof since he was a child, and never intended to be equal in front of her. But now, he is sojourning in this woman's home, as long as this woman is not Mo Hui, he feels nothing.

As long as she is not Mo Hui, he knows that this state of mind is morbid, but for nearly 20 years, he has been so, and it is hard to change.

"I'm sorry!"

"Who is mo Hui?" Mo Hui asked, for so many years, she wanted to confirm her side from his mouth. In his eyes, what kind of distorted relationship is her relationship with him."She She is an old friend of mine Zhang lingshuo replied, waiting for the reaction of the woman in the rocking chair.