you have to talk to me

Pushing open the door, the house without the mahjong machine and female voice felt strange for a moment, Feng Jimeng raised his eyes, the crystal chandelier was hanging high in the air, precariously, the living room was a bit too high.

The live-in aunt, Sister Chen, came out quickly and asked Feng Jimeng what he would like for dinner.

"Anything is fine."

"Then I made mutton soup and it will be ready soon. I'll take it to your room later?"

Feng Jimeng looked around: "No need, just call me for dinner."

Feng Jimeng and Sister Chen ate dinner together.Usually when He Xianglan is at home, he eats in the bedroom, He Xianglan eats with her poker friends at the mahjong table, and Sister Chen eats casually in the kitchen.Feng Jimeng suddenly asked her to eat at the dining table, and she was still not used to it.

Chen Ju is in her 40s and has only been here for more than a month. She is slightly older than He Xianglan, but she looks like a person from two eras.

They were eating dryly with Feng Jimeng, and she said, "Are you still used to my cooking?" After all, He Xianglan had the final say on whether it was delicious or not.

"Ah."

Seeing someone agree to her, Chen Ju became more lively.She was cautious on weekdays, and she relaxed a little bit towards a half-old child: "Then you are not picky eaters, my son is as old as you, and he is picky. They don't talk, and they don't get the emperor's life. The emperor's illness..."

After talking for a while, he found that Feng Jimeng didn't pay her much attention, so he shut up resentfully.

When she first came here, she didn't think that this child was a good person, and it seemed that she would prevent her child from dealing with him.After more than a month, I found that he was at least quite easy to serve, but the difficult one was his mother who knew how to play cards when she was idle.

The most unbearable thing for her is that He Xianglan poured bitter water on her. When Mrs. Kuo talked about her suffering from the countryside and just went to the city, she also had a nose and tears, as if she was connected with her, a woman who was a nanny. Yes, and calling her sister affectionately, Chen Ju almost got tired of her to death.

But every time after pouring out the bitter water, He Xianglan would give her something, purses, clothes, shoes, and so on, and they were all brand new, unbroken and undamaged, although the gift was so condescending as if she wanted to vent her anger with her chin, Chen Ju Not yet.Chen Ju couldn't wear them, but her niece told her that these were brand-name products, so she helped her sell them online and made some money.

The next morning, Chen Ju brought Feng Jimeng's breakfast to the door as usual.

He went downstairs after eating, and the driver was already waiting outside.

Maybe it was a little familiar last night, so Chen Ju couldn't help but say something more: "The temperature is cooling down today, and the wind is blowing outside. Wearing a T-shirt may cause you to catch cold. You should wear more clothes."

Feng Jimeng changed shoes at the door, but didn't agree to her.

Chen Ju made up her own mind: "Let me get you a coat?"

"No, thank you." After saying that, Feng Jimeng walked out the door.

Chen Ju stood where she was, sighed helplessly, and suddenly thought of her own brat who was in her third year of high school.He was tall and tall, a head taller than her, and he was good at school. The teacher said that he could go to an undergraduate, which made the whole family happy and worried.Four years of university, that is not four years of tuition fees, and after that, you have to buy a house, marry a wife, and everything is money.But when she goes home to rest for two days every month, her son will come to her to beat her back, squeeze her shoulders, and say something like "Mom, you have worked hard, and I will be filial to you in the future".

She has been here for more than a month, and she has never seen this mother and son have such a moment. At first, she felt that the son was not a good person, and later found that the mother was even more incompetent. What is even more strange is that she has not seen The man who lived in this house.

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Feng Jimeng sat in the car and rarely talked to the driver.

"Uncle Wang, I entered through the back door today, and you sent me to the back door of the school."

Wang Wei took a look at Feng Jimeng from the rearview mirror, he was quite surprised, and he didn't make a sound on weekdays, but he knew that his surname was Wang, and he politely called "Uncle".Wang Wei has been working as a driver here for more than half a year, and usually he mainly picks up his mother, and also picks up Feng Jimeng to and from school.

"Okay, no problem."

As he approached the back door of the school, he pushed down the car window and looked out sideways.The cool morning breeze blew his forehead hair, and his clothes were blown against his chest, making him look even colder and thinner.

"Is it cold? Do you want to close the window?" Wang Wei asked.

"fine."

The back door of the school is on the back street, the street is much narrower, interspersed with some small alleys, and the shops on both sides are also small and old, this is not the way for Feng Jimeng to go home, he has not walked this way very often.But the signboard of "Yangfan Auto Beauty" is big enough, with five small door faces forming a long row, each door face is used as a car wash room, in the middle of a row of cramped small shops, it looks very rich, and you can see it at a glance.

Their car passed by in front of this row of stores, and apart from seeing an employee in uniform packing up his things, there was no sign of Yang Fan.

Feng Jimeng didn't know why he suddenly wanted to verify what he had heard.It doesn't matter if Yang Fan is a car wash worker or not, he has never imagined that he is such a different person.

That is to say, when Wang Wei came to pick him up after school in the afternoon.He insisted that the car was dirty and asked Wang Wei to drive the car to a car wash shop on the side of the road for washing.

There are many cars picking up children during the rush hour after school.Different from the empty door in the morning, there are cars in all five seats, and there are two in front of Feng Jimeng and the others.Car wash workers scrub the inside and outside of the car quickly, and then polish and wax.Feng Jimeng patrolled the crowd without looking at Yang Fan.

Wang Wei suggested: "This place is a bit busy, why don't we change places?"

"Wait a minute, it's okay."

After finally queuing up to them, after the car was put into storage, an employee with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes came over with a nozzle.

Wang Wei frowned, he must be a fool, how could he let such a person wash the car.Seeing that the employee was boiling water, Wang Wei stepped forward to stop him, and shouted: "Is there anyone else? Why do you get someone like this to wash the car?"

The man looked anxious and wanted to say something, but the more anxious his face became, the more he couldn't control his expression. He yelled and couldn't speak. He stopped in front of Wang Wei and danced, looking more like a fool.

"Where did you come to make trouble, get out of the way."

Wang Wei made a gesture to stretch out his hand to push him away, Feng Jimeng went up to pull him, when a man wearing the same overalls came over from the next door.

"I'm the manager, what's wrong?"

Wang Wei pointed at the man, and he became rude: "Why do you get a fool to come to work, and you are not afraid of smashing people's cars?"

The manager accompanied him with a smile: "Brother, you misunderstood, he is not stupid, but there is a problem with the expression management, other things are not in the way, the work is very careful."

"You can change someone for me, and you can do it." This is the owner's car, more than 100 million, if there is a problem with the washing, he can't afford it.

"It's just that there is no one else. I'm busy too. The big brother next door is still waiting. Really, don't worry, I promise you."

Wang Wei thought about it, but still couldn't rest assured: "Forget it, we won't wash it..."

Feng Jimeng interrupted him: "It's okay, let him wash it."

Wang Wei was still in trouble, Feng Jimeng said again: "I asked you to wash here, no problem."

Wang Wei understood the meaning of these words and stepped aside.The manager gave him a cigarette and said something to assure his satisfaction.He was going to smoke Feng Jimeng again, Feng Jimeng shook his head indifferently.

Although he agreed, Wang Wei still watched carefully from the sidelines, but it was true as the manager said, his steps were all right, and he washed them carefully.Inside and out, even the dust in the crevices of the operating table is wiped clean before the work is done.

In the end, the man giggled, his mouth grew exaggeratedly, and said in a changed voice: "It's finished washing."

On the way back, Wang Wei kept complaining about how to get such a person to work, although the work was done well, I don't know what the boss thought.

The next afternoon, Feng Jimeng didn't ask Wang Wei to pick him up, saying that he would take a taxi home later if he had something to do.

After school, he came out from the back door of the school, wandered to Yangfan Auto Beauty, turned around in front of several doors, crossed the road, and went to a milk tea shop opposite, ordered a cup of milk tea without drinking, plugged in Headphones, looking at the car wash opposite, sat there for a while.

As the sky darkened and the street lamps turned on faintly, dusk and night chased the footsteps of passers-by, rushing home.When He Xianglan was at Feng Jimeng's house, mahjong and human voices were intertwined, and there was never a peaceful day.However, once she left, the room seemed very empty and deserted. Anyway, Feng Jimeng didn't really want to go back.

The night in the small town always gets deserted very quickly, there are very few vehicles on the road, the milk tea shop is about to close, and the car wash shop opposite has also pulled down three doors, and he is just aimlessly looking for a meaningless Answer.

Feng Jimeng didn't see Yang Fan at the car wash shop for two consecutive days, maybe it was just Hou Wen's casual remark and it wasn't worth taking seriously.It doesn't matter to him, he has a lot of time wasted, or in other words, it gave him an excuse to pass the time.

As expected, the temperature had dropped. It started raining from morning to night. Feng Jimeng was still only wearing a T-shirt. After night fell, he felt a bit of coolness.

The milk tea shop usually closes at 08:30. It is raining today, there are fewer people, and the door closes a little earlier.

Feng Jimeng came out of the milk tea shop, facing the icy rain and the cold wind with water vapor, he shivered.It's not easy to take a taxi on rainy days. He waited at the door of the store for a while, but there was no vacant taxi.He had no choice but to download a taxi app, and when he was buried in registering the app, he heard an unfriendly voice.

"Yo, Feng Jimeng, it's really a narrow road to enemies."

Zhang Teng put away his umbrella, and poked Feng Jimeng's stomach with the tip of the umbrella: "What did I say, you've been in Hongzhong for a long time, you can't see me when you look up, you'll have to meet me one day, I didn’t expect this day to come so soon.”

Feng Jimeng raised his head, Zhang Teng was standing under the streetlight, looking at him arrogantly.In the shadow of the street lamp, there were two other people, one was Luo Jiechao who had been with Zhang Teng in their class, and the other Feng Jimeng didn't know him, who seemed to be a senior in high school.

"Well, you have to go with me today."

As soon as Zhang Teng finished speaking, Luo Jiechao and the other held his arm and dragged him into the alley next to him.After Feng Jimeng struggled twice, he was slapped hard on the back of the head, which made his brain tremble.