Chapter 28: The newcomer can still be pursued
The night hangs down like black silk, and the moon is just a crescent. Willows by the river sway in the wind, and the silk of the night dyes the river black.
The street lights spread out silently, and Ye Zhenzhen stood on the bridge, letting the wind penetrate her soul.
The rain fell without warning, and in an instant, the rain was pouring down and the wind was blowing sideways.
Ye Zhenzhen looked up at the moon, the wind and rain hitting her face, like flying sand and rocks, or like hailstones falling down. Her loose hair stuck to her face, and her thin summer clothes clung to her skin.
The moon hook was broken up by the rain and shattered in the black river.
The duckweed fluttered back and forth with the wind and floated up and down with the raindrops.
She wanted to cry loudly, but the grievance, pain and sadness were unwilling to cooperate. They sneaked into her chest cunningly, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating up.
"Hey! Stop jumping!"
Suddenly, a wall of flesh blocked her way, and Ye Zhenzhen was stunned in the heavy rain.
"Little girl, don't let your imagination run wild at such a young age. It's ugly to jump into the river and die. If you're fished out a few days later, you'll turn into a giant. It's terrifying!"
"You have parents and family, right? Think about your parents. It must be painful for them to see their children die before them. Don't be too selfish. Think about your parents..."
"You are so young, and there are still many possibilities in life. Maybe there will be a bright future, so there is no need to commit suicide. If you are not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of living?"
The man was wearing glasses, and raindrops were sliding down his lenses. He opened his mouth wide and kept talking, and raindrops fell into his mouth.
Ye Zhenzhen was a little confused. She didn't know where this person came from in the middle of the night and came up to her and advised her not to think too much.
Seeing that she was unmoved, the man with glasses reached out and locked her wrist.
"Why don't you listen to advice, little girl?"
The man's serious and stern look reminded her of her high school history teacher, a stern and serious old man.
"Hey! Isn't it just a broken heart? It's not that serious. There are so many good men in the world!"
The man's tone softened.
A girl wants to commit suicide after a breakup, what a perverted logic! Ye Zhenzhen's wrist was locked so hard that it hurt. She kept backing away, trying to break free from the man's grip.
She said with a smile:
"I'm not heartbroken! Let me go!"
The man with glasses: "Then why are you so upset that you don't go home to sleep in the middle of the night and are here trying to commit suicide."
Ye Zhenzhen's face wrinkled into a ball, "Let me go first!"
The man with glasses said sternly: "No! What if you jump in? I can't swim."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I wouldn't jump even if you did! Why would I jump into the river?"
The man with glasses hesitated and said, "Really?"
Ye Zhenzhen frowned and raised her wrist, "You grabbed my wrist so hard, it hurts so much!"
The man with glasses was skeptical: "You really won't jump into the river?"
Why should she die? She wanted to keep her life and fight against fate! Ye Zhenzhen let out a long sigh, "I really don't want to die."
The man with glasses hesitated for a moment and let go of her hand.
The sudden rain has just stopped, and the lotus leaves are filled with raindrops.
Ye Zhenzhen leaned against the railing, flicked her wrist, and looked up at the black silk of the night.
"You are a little girl, why are you standing by the river so late at night instead of going home?"
"You didn't go home either?"
"I'm working overtime." The man with glasses leaned against the railing with his back. He raised his hand and touched his head. "Little girl, it's dangerous if you don't go home so late at night."
When you live in this world, there will always be people who will hurt you, and there will always be people who are kindhearted. You will be hurt by others maliciously, and warmed by the kindness of strangers. Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but smile bitterly, because no one knows what the life script will be like in the next second.
A cool breeze blew, and the wet clothes stuck to her skin. Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help shivering.
"Do you need me to take you home?" The man with glasses raised his hand and pointed to the black car at the bridge head.
Ye Zhen Zhen shook the battery car key, "Do you need me to take you home?"
The man with glasses was stunned, and then the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Ye Zhenzhen got on the electric scooter and put on a helmet. "Although I didn't want to jump into the river, I still want to thank you."
She started the electric scooter, stepped on the accelerator, and drove briskly across the bridge.
The man with glasses was dumbfounded for a moment.
He came back to his senses and shouted loudly to Ye Zhenzhen's thin back: "Goodbye!"
Ye Zhenzhen freed up one hand and waved it behind her.
The diners in the restaurant downstairs are fighting the darkness with laughter, and mocking their fatigue with drinking and chatting.
After taking a shower, I stood by the window, and Yuncheng was shrouded in the night.
She stood there for a long time, so long that her legs began to feel numb and her heart began to twitch.
In the darkness, she sat on the bed with her knees hugged, like an ostrich burying its head.
Wen Baijing's voice kept ringing in my ears.
"I'm afraid one day you'll regret ever working here."
The emotions in her chest were surging, and Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were filled with tears. Tears slid down her cheeks and fell on her collarbone. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands to prevent her crying from disturbing the night.
Thinking of her dignity being trampled underfoot and torn apart in public, she kept beating herself, leaving bruises on her smooth calves.
She replayed her experiences since arriving in Yuncheng frame by frame in her mind.
Everything that happened today was the result of her self-deprecation, and the cause was also caused by her.
There are many ways to go. She can't blame others for being lucky even though she knows it's wrong. She can't throw away her self-esteem, but she still sells it. How can there be such a stupid person in the world! She is not even as good as those who face themselves frankly. At least others follow their hearts and don't make things difficult for themselves.
She is thin-skinned, fragile, stubborn and not tactful enough. She was not born with the talent to get along with everyone and be good at networking.
Tears and tears mixed together, annoyance and regret overlapped. Ye Zhenzhen, this is the punishment for your wrongdoings, crying can't change the facts.
She collapsed on the bed, with tissues scattered all over the bed.
In the hazy state, fragments of the past flashed back and forth. When I first arrived in Yuncheng, I laughed every day; I fell in love with Yuhui and fantasized about a lifetime; I resigned from the supermarket and jumped into the quagmire...
In the dream, one night, the sky was filled with colorful rain. A man, holding an umbrella, stood in the colorful rain and walked towards her step by step.
Suddenly someone rushed over and shouted:
"Ye Zhenzhen, you are just a plaything!"
"You're just a nightclub waitress, why are you pretending to be so noble!"
...
Her brows were furrowed, her hair stuck to her cheeks in clumps, sweat was oozing out of every pore in her body, and beads as big as beans covered her skin.
Her red face was covered with crystal clear dewdrops. In her dream, she kept shaking her head, and the dewdrops slid down.
Her chest heaved violently, her whole body trembled, and her teeth chattered.
The sun shone through the window, casting a warm yellow glow on her face.
From a distant time and space, there came a boiling sound, shouting back and forth in my ears.
The sunlight was blinding, her eyelids felt unusually heavy, and the shadow of her thick eyelashes was cast on her face.
I heard the sound of footsteps, and the entire stairwell was shaking with the footsteps.
The fat guy upstairs, please lose some weight!
She opened her eyes hard, raised her hand and touched her head, which was a little hot.
He struggled to get up, rummaged through the drawer, and swallowed some cold medicine with a cup of cold water.
Ye Zhenzhen leaned against the wall in dejection, and a chill immediately struck her back. Forget it, I'd better lie down!
A dusty ceiling fan hung on the gray and white ceiling of the small attic.
She stared at the ceiling and sorted out her thoughts.
Nightclubs call the waiters "young masters and princesses" to highlight the status of the guests.
The least valuable thing in a nightclub is dignity! It is not even as valuable as a piece of toilet paper. If you pack your dignity and sell it by weight, it is not as valuable as a mineral water bottle.
She wanted to start over with her shattered dignity, find an ordinary job, and be a simple Ye Zhenzhen again.
Just a goal of 3 million...
You can make money not only in nightclubs, you still have to have hope!
everything will get better!
Yes! Yes!
Thinking of this, Ye Zhenzhen got up with a gusto, and filled her stomach first! If she didn't eat breakfast, her stomach would ache, which would be fatal!
When I arrived at the noodle shop, I stood next to the customers who were about to finish eating, waited for them to get up, and immediately grabbed a seat.
There is steam rising from the big pot in the kitchen, and what is rising is hope.
The warm noodle soup warms up the stomach.
After Ye Zhenzhen finished her noodles, she walked into a small supermarket and bought a phone card.
She wants to start over and delete everything about nightclubs from her life.
Throw away the old card, replace it with a new one, turn on the phone and report to your parents that you are safe.
By the way, I sent text messages to Ye Mao and Lin Xiaoxi.
The lease of the small loft is about to expire, and I don't plan to renew it. After all, it's too painful to take a shower in the winter and then breathe in! Young bodies can withstand the torment, but catching a cold from time to time is also annoying.
There are rental information posted everywhere nearby. The more sophisticated ones are printed on A4 paper, while the more authentic landlords just write them by hand, trying to be casual.
She found a few casual rental information and called each one to look at the houses.
It’s not that she is particular about the rental information, she is worried about meeting a second-hand landlord. In fact, the market price is the same, but she is afraid of trouble.
Ye Zhenzhen chose a private house across the street from the small attic, a six-story walk-up apartment. She lived on the third floor, in a 40-square-meter single room with air conditioning, a water heater, and a small balcony.
Five hundred a month.
Deposit one and pay three.
Although there is no kitchen, it is okay. It is troublesome to cook alone. Besides, the cockroaches in Yuncheng are terrible. If you don't cook, there will be fewer cockroaches.
Yuncheng is not big, but not small either. With a small electric scooter, you can go anywhere.
It’s not a big problem to find a house first and then look for a job.
Ye Zhenzhen took the key, bought a bottle of disinfectant at the supermarket downstairs, mopped the floor with the disinfectant, and wiped all the places that could be wiped.
She pushed open the balcony window and opened the door, and the draft made Ye Zhenzhen's body tilt.
After taking a breath, she cleaned it a second time with clean water.
She locked the door and went back across the street to get her luggage. Apart from a quilt and some clothes, her luggage was a woven bag.
In the sparkling and golden Yuncheng, she had just taken a shower in the morning, packed her luggage and was sweating again.
Her gaze rested on the oil-paper umbrella. There were hundreds of them!
It can also be used on rainy days, but of course you have to take it with you.
She carried a woven bag in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other, and walked slowly across the road.
Arriving downstairs of the newly rented room, Ye Zhenzhen's legs were shaking. She had been caught in the rain last night and she hadn't recovered yet.
There is a supermarket and a restaurant downstairs, selling stinky tofu, snacks, barbecue, fruits, etc.
Life in the old house is still convenient, as it is not far from the city center, hospital, and vegetable market.
Many outsiders live here, giving it a lively feel.
Well, it’s a bit messy...
Ye Zhenzhen carried her luggage up the stairs. From time to time, people came and went up the stairs, smoking, spitting, and talking loudly. It was not that she disliked it, because she was from the lower class, but people from the lower class would also be unhappy if someone spit at their feet.
She frowned, put all her strength into her right arm, and lifted the woven bag high.
Seeing her moving alone, two blond young men in tight pants and loafers approached her and said,
"Beauty! Do you need any help?"
Ye Zhenzhen ignored the two of them and climbed the stairs as if no one was around.
She can do this little thing by herself, and doesn't need help from others. Besides, if you reply to the idle young people in society, others will think you are easy to chat up.
To avoid trouble, it is always better to cause less trouble and talk less.
Ye Zhenzhen returned to the room and made the bed.
I was holding the umbrella, but I didn't know where to put it.
The wardrobe had three layers, and the top layer was empty, so she stood on tiptoe to put the oil-paper umbrella into the wardrobe.
Before closing the wardrobe, Ye Zhenzhen raised her hand and pushed the umbrella inside.
After all the work, I lay down on the double bed and stretched out my arms and legs.
When I woke up, it was already half past six.
She had originally planned to work until May 20th, but now she doesn't plan to go.
No more deposit and commission!
Without the three thousand yuan, she would not starve to death, but if she continued to work, she would rather die.
As for the bills that were put on the account last night, Wen Baijing would definitely go to buy them. Even if he didn't buy them, his deposit and commission would be enough to offset them.
The smell of fried stinky tofu wafts in from the balcony, and if you sniff carefully, you can also smell the rich fragrance of roses.
May 20th...
When she thought of May 20th, she wanted to laugh.
Valentine's Day is a day that conflicts with her!
She was dumped on February 14th and humiliated in public the night before May 20th. Apart from Ye Zhenzhen, I'm afraid there is no one else like her.
She didn't know whether others who had experienced this would look forward to May 20th. But she was narrow-minded and couldn't be heartless.
Fuck Valentine's Day! Fuck May 20th!
While others are celebrating the festival, she is going through a tribulation!
If I had been dumped on a different day or humiliated at a different time, I wouldn't have remembered it so clearly!