mayfly era
Chapter 160
While T was biting the spicy sausage in his mouth with great effort, he peeked at the absent-minded old woman from the corner of his eye - anyone who can make sausages into the texture of leather boots knows that the cook is absent-minded.
The house was quiet, except for the crunching of their sausages, which seemed particularly loud.
The old woman suddenly took a sip into the recycling bin under the table, then grabbed the teacup on the table and drank vigorously.
"Teacher, although the taste is a bit weird, the taste is okay. It's very spicy." T smiled and rubbed the back for the old lady, "Why are you still throwing up?"
The soft flesh on the old woman's face trembled, and she let out a heavy breath from her two thick lips. She rubbed her eyelids and screamed again—she rubbed the juice of the pepperoni into her In the eyes.
"Teacher!" T didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly stood up to get the cleaning spray.
"Water—" the old woman moaned.
"Okay, water, water." T looked around for water.
There was a commotion outside the door, accompanied by what should be Yoshiko's sister, "Ma'am, you don't have an appointment, so you can't go in!"
However, she obviously failed to stop the intruder, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and a lady in a purple velvet trench coat broke in.
Song Zhaorong clasped his hands together, and said to Minzhe in an apologetic, slightly trembling voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in, so don't be angry."
The old woman squinted one red eye and looked at Song Zhaorong complainingly, "Miss Song...Ms. Song, sit down."
"Thank you, thank you." Song Zhaorong was grateful to Dade, but she found that there was no chair for her to sit on, coughed awkwardly, and stood there holding her hand.
T stood up and gave up his seat to Song Zhaorong.
"Good baby." Song Zhaorong smiled and wanted to pat T's arm, but T took a step back.
Song Zhaorong didn't seem to care, turned his head and whispered to the old woman, "Mr. Minzhe, you've heard it too."
"What did you hear?" asked the old woman.
Song Zhaorong was obviously a little anxious, and his speed of speech also accelerated, "Don't tease me, the director of the Eighth Bureau committed suicide."
"Oh, everyone has his own life, don't be too sad."
"The news from the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs said that it was just a suicide, and no other abnormalities were found," Song Zhaorong lowered his voice, "but I heard...he leaked a lot of transportation information overseas before his death."
"So? Has it affected your business?" The old woman said flatly, "I'm looking for your aunt."
Song Zhaorong was about to cry, "Mr. Minzhe, I can be burned/bombed while sitting at home. Yesterday, yesterday, I drank a glass of aloe vera water... the ball-sized lumps in it almost choked me to death... If you don't help me, I'm going to die!"
"Then be careful when drinking." The old woman said lightly.
Song Zhaorong saw that Min Zhe couldn't get in the water, turned his head and begged T, "Baby, I know you don't like your father, I didn't bring him here on purpose today, go home with mom...Mom, mom make it up to you."
T looked at her, hesitant to speak.
Song Zhaorong noticed the looseness, and immediately jumped on it like a wild dog who saw meat, she blinked her red eyes, "Baby, why don't you accompany mom to have a meal, mom hasn't eaten since yesterday... Mom can't eat it."
Anyone would feel a little pity for her pitiful appearance, but T knew she was faking it.
T lowered his head and remained silent.
"Go back, Ms. Song." The old woman said.
"Baby, talk to mom, huh?" Song Zhaorong continued to gnaw on the best piece of meat for her.
"Don't force him, he is my student." The old woman said again.
Hearing Minzhe's words, Song Zhaorong's eyes became brighter and his voice became more pitiful, almost making out a coloratura soprano.
"Song Zhaorong, it's useless for you to bring him home," the old woman's voice was cold, "If you want to change your life, you have to pay a price. If you abandon him, he will not sacrifice for you."
"Change fate?" Song Zhaorong screamed, "Am I really dying?"
"In the entire central city, the lucky ones live on, and the bad ones...we won't see spring anymore." When the old woman said this, she had a compassionate expression and aloofness.
Song Zhaorong's face turned pale immediately, and he murmured, "As expected... As expected, the rumor is true..."
"Send your mother away." The old woman said to T.
T nodded expressionlessly.
He pulled Song Zhaorong's arm that was as soft as noodles, and he could feel Song Zhaorong leaning against him intentionally or unconsciously.
T is very clear that Song Zhaorong is implying him.
And he's thinking of a natural hook position.
"I'll go to dinner with you, but I have a request." T said coldly.
Song Zhaorong laughed immediately, "Okay, mom will take you to eat your favorite grilled lamb chops."
"I don't like to eat lamb chops, you follow me to the place where I often eat." T said.
"Okay, mom also wants to see where you lived before..." Song Zhaorong quickly choked up again, "You must have suffered a lot, you are so thin."
t remembers that Song Zhaorong was an actress for a few years when he was young, but he never thought that his sword is still alive.
He took Song Zhaorong to the public electromagnetic car, and stretched out his hand, "Your ID card."
Song Zhaorong hesitated for a moment, took it out and handed it to T.
The two got into the car, and T started the car.
"Song Zhaorong, do you know what I'm afraid of?" T said softly.
"How could you..." Song Zhaorong swallowed the reprimand and asked softly, "Baby, what are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid you'll hurt me." T said.
Song Zhaorong trembled pitifully, her red eyes opened wide, "I was... I was forced."
"Oh, maybe."
"Baby…"
"As you said, I don't like him." T said slowly, "But don't think how much I like you."
"I understand, of course I understand, we haven't seen each other for so long," Song Zhaorong said cautiously, "Baby, can you stop talking to me in such a tone? I'm a little scared."
"I am 19 years old." T did not continue.
"Uh-huh."
"What tone should I use to speak?" T asked.
"...Mom doesn't know either."
"Here we are." T stopped the car.
Song Zhaorong looked out of the car window and exclaimed, "Here?"
T took her to Bar Street.
"This is where I work, and there is a noodle shop in the deepest part." T jumped out of the car.
"It's... pretty good here." Song Zhaorong smiled stiffly.
The bar street is dirty and muddy, and the wrapping paper of bottles and cans on the floor is wrapped in rotten mud, which is ready to slip and fall.
She glanced worriedly at her shoes every few steps.
Walking to the noodle shop, Song Zhaorong couldn't help retching due to the stinking garbage pile at the door. She covered her mouth and nose, and forced herself to follow T into the noodle shop.
Unexpectedly, there were still customers in the noodle shop, a handsome uncle with half-long gray hair and a middle-aged man dressed neatly.
Seeing Song Zhaorong staring at the two of them, T deliberately asked loudly, "Know each other?"
Song Zhaorong trembled all over.
T's voice really attracted the attention of those two people, and they all turned their heads to look over.
Song Zhaorong immediately put on a graceful posture, "President Xing, what a coincidence."
The middle-aged man nodded at her with a refined demeanor, "Ms. Song, I didn't expect to meet you here... We just talked about that big shot in your family."
"My aunt is fine." Song Zhaorong said with a smile.
"Really? We have been missing for so long, we all thought something happened to her." Chairman Xing said with some surprise.
Song Zhaorong shifted his gaze to the man opposite Chairman Xing, "Who is this?"
Chairman Xing shook his head meaningfully.
"Child, come here." The handsome uncle waved at T.
Song Zhaorong was startled, and immediately grabbed T, "Do you recognize him?"
T said, "He's my boss's boss."
"Yes, I'm his boss's boss." The man smiled.
T walked over, and the handsome uncle took out something from his pocket and handed it to T, "Give it to Boss Chen for me when you get to work."
T nodded and accepted.
The handsome uncle stood up and said to Chairman Xing, "It seems that we have to talk in another place."
Chairman Xing also stood up, "Ms. Song, send my regards to Director Song."
Song Zhaorong's face became paler and paler, and the way she looked at T became more and more greedy.
After President Xing and the others left, T ordered Song Zhaorong a signature seafood noodle, and then ordered a bottle of beer for himself.
Song Zhaorong didn't care about the saltiness of the seafood or the roughness of the noodles, he ate a big bowl, as if he was really hungry.
Before she could finish eating, T asked, "How does it taste?"
"Yes, it's delicious." Song Zhaorong wiped his mouth.
T showed a childlike, innocent smile on his face, and said, "I like it very much, too."
Song Zhaorong asked for another bowl, "Baby likes it, so mother will learn how to make it at home."
T pursed his lips, but the words didn't stop from leaking out of his mouth, his tone was pleasantly surprised, but the content was lost, "...I don't believe it."
"Baby, tell mom how you met Teacher Minzhe." Song Zhaorong asked eagerly.
T was silent for a while, then whispered, "I met her on the subway, she broke the flower I was looking after for the boss."
Song Zhaorong nodded thoughtfully.
"...She thinks I'm talented. How can I have any talent? I'm far behind her." T muttered.
Song Zhaorong couldn't control his expression, his face was full of joy.
T looked at her, he knew which words in his words could ignite Song Zhaorong's heartbeat, for example, "talent".
He manipulated Song Zhaorong's emotions, feeling excited but not happy.
"Baby, then you and your boss, you and that person..."
"My boss is very good to me, he saved my life." T said.
"You're lucky, baby." Song Zhaorong smiled sweetly, and dimples similar to T appeared on her cheeks.
"Fate?" T's voice became cold again.
Song Zhaorong slapped his mouth quickly, "Mom is talking nonsense."
"The noodles are finished too, let's go." T stood up.
"Isn't this another bowl? You haven't eaten yet. I'll accompany you." Song Zhaorong smiled softly.
"I'm not hungry...I'm going to go back and think about it." T said, his expression looked a little dazed.
Song Zhaorong stood up immediately, went to the bar to pay the bill, and then left the noodle shop with T's arm affectionately.
The two parted at the intersection of the bar street. Before the parting, Song Zhaorong showed reluctance, but when he turned around, he obviously only wanted to leave this dirty and messy environment as quickly as possible.
T looked at Song Zhaorong's back, and the purple velvet reflected dazzling colors in the sunlight.
He sighed.
He thought, Song Zhaorong is really innocent, who can say that she is not innocent who can put all selfish thoughts on her face.
T inexplicably felt a little guilty, and felt disgusted.
He returned to the noodle shop, sat on the chair in front of the bar, and shouted inside, "Boss, where is the bowl of noodles I just had?"
A silver head popped up behind the bar, with a fierce tone, "Come in and cook yourself."
"Where's my boss?" T took out what the counter leather gave him from his pocket.
Smoker took off his chef's uniform, quickly put on his equipment bag, "Going to drive, keep it for yourself, that's your perfect attendance award."
"Oh. That's really Boss Chen's boss."
"We call him the boss." Smoker jumped out of the bar, "You know him well."
"It looks like it has more temperament than you."
The smoking gun couldn't hold back and slapped T on the head, and strode out of the noodle shop.
The house was quiet, except for the crunching of their sausages, which seemed particularly loud.
The old woman suddenly took a sip into the recycling bin under the table, then grabbed the teacup on the table and drank vigorously.
"Teacher, although the taste is a bit weird, the taste is okay. It's very spicy." T smiled and rubbed the back for the old lady, "Why are you still throwing up?"
The soft flesh on the old woman's face trembled, and she let out a heavy breath from her two thick lips. She rubbed her eyelids and screamed again—she rubbed the juice of the pepperoni into her In the eyes.
"Teacher!" T didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly stood up to get the cleaning spray.
"Water—" the old woman moaned.
"Okay, water, water." T looked around for water.
There was a commotion outside the door, accompanied by what should be Yoshiko's sister, "Ma'am, you don't have an appointment, so you can't go in!"
However, she obviously failed to stop the intruder, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and a lady in a purple velvet trench coat broke in.
Song Zhaorong clasped his hands together, and said to Minzhe in an apologetic, slightly trembling voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in, so don't be angry."
The old woman squinted one red eye and looked at Song Zhaorong complainingly, "Miss Song...Ms. Song, sit down."
"Thank you, thank you." Song Zhaorong was grateful to Dade, but she found that there was no chair for her to sit on, coughed awkwardly, and stood there holding her hand.
T stood up and gave up his seat to Song Zhaorong.
"Good baby." Song Zhaorong smiled and wanted to pat T's arm, but T took a step back.
Song Zhaorong didn't seem to care, turned his head and whispered to the old woman, "Mr. Minzhe, you've heard it too."
"What did you hear?" asked the old woman.
Song Zhaorong was obviously a little anxious, and his speed of speech also accelerated, "Don't tease me, the director of the Eighth Bureau committed suicide."
"Oh, everyone has his own life, don't be too sad."
"The news from the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs said that it was just a suicide, and no other abnormalities were found," Song Zhaorong lowered his voice, "but I heard...he leaked a lot of transportation information overseas before his death."
"So? Has it affected your business?" The old woman said flatly, "I'm looking for your aunt."
Song Zhaorong was about to cry, "Mr. Minzhe, I can be burned/bombed while sitting at home. Yesterday, yesterday, I drank a glass of aloe vera water... the ball-sized lumps in it almost choked me to death... If you don't help me, I'm going to die!"
"Then be careful when drinking." The old woman said lightly.
Song Zhaorong saw that Min Zhe couldn't get in the water, turned his head and begged T, "Baby, I know you don't like your father, I didn't bring him here on purpose today, go home with mom...Mom, mom make it up to you."
T looked at her, hesitant to speak.
Song Zhaorong noticed the looseness, and immediately jumped on it like a wild dog who saw meat, she blinked her red eyes, "Baby, why don't you accompany mom to have a meal, mom hasn't eaten since yesterday... Mom can't eat it."
Anyone would feel a little pity for her pitiful appearance, but T knew she was faking it.
T lowered his head and remained silent.
"Go back, Ms. Song." The old woman said.
"Baby, talk to mom, huh?" Song Zhaorong continued to gnaw on the best piece of meat for her.
"Don't force him, he is my student." The old woman said again.
Hearing Minzhe's words, Song Zhaorong's eyes became brighter and his voice became more pitiful, almost making out a coloratura soprano.
"Song Zhaorong, it's useless for you to bring him home," the old woman's voice was cold, "If you want to change your life, you have to pay a price. If you abandon him, he will not sacrifice for you."
"Change fate?" Song Zhaorong screamed, "Am I really dying?"
"In the entire central city, the lucky ones live on, and the bad ones...we won't see spring anymore." When the old woman said this, she had a compassionate expression and aloofness.
Song Zhaorong's face turned pale immediately, and he murmured, "As expected... As expected, the rumor is true..."
"Send your mother away." The old woman said to T.
T nodded expressionlessly.
He pulled Song Zhaorong's arm that was as soft as noodles, and he could feel Song Zhaorong leaning against him intentionally or unconsciously.
T is very clear that Song Zhaorong is implying him.
And he's thinking of a natural hook position.
"I'll go to dinner with you, but I have a request." T said coldly.
Song Zhaorong laughed immediately, "Okay, mom will take you to eat your favorite grilled lamb chops."
"I don't like to eat lamb chops, you follow me to the place where I often eat." T said.
"Okay, mom also wants to see where you lived before..." Song Zhaorong quickly choked up again, "You must have suffered a lot, you are so thin."
t remembers that Song Zhaorong was an actress for a few years when he was young, but he never thought that his sword is still alive.
He took Song Zhaorong to the public electromagnetic car, and stretched out his hand, "Your ID card."
Song Zhaorong hesitated for a moment, took it out and handed it to T.
The two got into the car, and T started the car.
"Song Zhaorong, do you know what I'm afraid of?" T said softly.
"How could you..." Song Zhaorong swallowed the reprimand and asked softly, "Baby, what are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid you'll hurt me." T said.
Song Zhaorong trembled pitifully, her red eyes opened wide, "I was... I was forced."
"Oh, maybe."
"Baby…"
"As you said, I don't like him." T said slowly, "But don't think how much I like you."
"I understand, of course I understand, we haven't seen each other for so long," Song Zhaorong said cautiously, "Baby, can you stop talking to me in such a tone? I'm a little scared."
"I am 19 years old." T did not continue.
"Uh-huh."
"What tone should I use to speak?" T asked.
"...Mom doesn't know either."
"Here we are." T stopped the car.
Song Zhaorong looked out of the car window and exclaimed, "Here?"
T took her to Bar Street.
"This is where I work, and there is a noodle shop in the deepest part." T jumped out of the car.
"It's... pretty good here." Song Zhaorong smiled stiffly.
The bar street is dirty and muddy, and the wrapping paper of bottles and cans on the floor is wrapped in rotten mud, which is ready to slip and fall.
She glanced worriedly at her shoes every few steps.
Walking to the noodle shop, Song Zhaorong couldn't help retching due to the stinking garbage pile at the door. She covered her mouth and nose, and forced herself to follow T into the noodle shop.
Unexpectedly, there were still customers in the noodle shop, a handsome uncle with half-long gray hair and a middle-aged man dressed neatly.
Seeing Song Zhaorong staring at the two of them, T deliberately asked loudly, "Know each other?"
Song Zhaorong trembled all over.
T's voice really attracted the attention of those two people, and they all turned their heads to look over.
Song Zhaorong immediately put on a graceful posture, "President Xing, what a coincidence."
The middle-aged man nodded at her with a refined demeanor, "Ms. Song, I didn't expect to meet you here... We just talked about that big shot in your family."
"My aunt is fine." Song Zhaorong said with a smile.
"Really? We have been missing for so long, we all thought something happened to her." Chairman Xing said with some surprise.
Song Zhaorong shifted his gaze to the man opposite Chairman Xing, "Who is this?"
Chairman Xing shook his head meaningfully.
"Child, come here." The handsome uncle waved at T.
Song Zhaorong was startled, and immediately grabbed T, "Do you recognize him?"
T said, "He's my boss's boss."
"Yes, I'm his boss's boss." The man smiled.
T walked over, and the handsome uncle took out something from his pocket and handed it to T, "Give it to Boss Chen for me when you get to work."
T nodded and accepted.
The handsome uncle stood up and said to Chairman Xing, "It seems that we have to talk in another place."
Chairman Xing also stood up, "Ms. Song, send my regards to Director Song."
Song Zhaorong's face became paler and paler, and the way she looked at T became more and more greedy.
After President Xing and the others left, T ordered Song Zhaorong a signature seafood noodle, and then ordered a bottle of beer for himself.
Song Zhaorong didn't care about the saltiness of the seafood or the roughness of the noodles, he ate a big bowl, as if he was really hungry.
Before she could finish eating, T asked, "How does it taste?"
"Yes, it's delicious." Song Zhaorong wiped his mouth.
T showed a childlike, innocent smile on his face, and said, "I like it very much, too."
Song Zhaorong asked for another bowl, "Baby likes it, so mother will learn how to make it at home."
T pursed his lips, but the words didn't stop from leaking out of his mouth, his tone was pleasantly surprised, but the content was lost, "...I don't believe it."
"Baby, tell mom how you met Teacher Minzhe." Song Zhaorong asked eagerly.
T was silent for a while, then whispered, "I met her on the subway, she broke the flower I was looking after for the boss."
Song Zhaorong nodded thoughtfully.
"...She thinks I'm talented. How can I have any talent? I'm far behind her." T muttered.
Song Zhaorong couldn't control his expression, his face was full of joy.
T looked at her, he knew which words in his words could ignite Song Zhaorong's heartbeat, for example, "talent".
He manipulated Song Zhaorong's emotions, feeling excited but not happy.
"Baby, then you and your boss, you and that person..."
"My boss is very good to me, he saved my life." T said.
"You're lucky, baby." Song Zhaorong smiled sweetly, and dimples similar to T appeared on her cheeks.
"Fate?" T's voice became cold again.
Song Zhaorong slapped his mouth quickly, "Mom is talking nonsense."
"The noodles are finished too, let's go." T stood up.
"Isn't this another bowl? You haven't eaten yet. I'll accompany you." Song Zhaorong smiled softly.
"I'm not hungry...I'm going to go back and think about it." T said, his expression looked a little dazed.
Song Zhaorong stood up immediately, went to the bar to pay the bill, and then left the noodle shop with T's arm affectionately.
The two parted at the intersection of the bar street. Before the parting, Song Zhaorong showed reluctance, but when he turned around, he obviously only wanted to leave this dirty and messy environment as quickly as possible.
T looked at Song Zhaorong's back, and the purple velvet reflected dazzling colors in the sunlight.
He sighed.
He thought, Song Zhaorong is really innocent, who can say that she is not innocent who can put all selfish thoughts on her face.
T inexplicably felt a little guilty, and felt disgusted.
He returned to the noodle shop, sat on the chair in front of the bar, and shouted inside, "Boss, where is the bowl of noodles I just had?"
A silver head popped up behind the bar, with a fierce tone, "Come in and cook yourself."
"Where's my boss?" T took out what the counter leather gave him from his pocket.
Smoker took off his chef's uniform, quickly put on his equipment bag, "Going to drive, keep it for yourself, that's your perfect attendance award."
"Oh. That's really Boss Chen's boss."
"We call him the boss." Smoker jumped out of the bar, "You know him well."
"It looks like it has more temperament than you."
The smoking gun couldn't hold back and slapped T on the head, and strode out of the noodle shop.
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