Su Zhi’s response was faint, looking cold, even the small children in the washing center felt cold. Summer knew Su Zhi was absolutely angry. Summer waved the child away. The washing center had changed, Summer returned, still feeling cold. Picking up the headset and putting it on, the ear transmitted a tense music, the girl’s crying sound accumulating in the space, following the rhythm, light and urgent, Summer raised his volume, letting himself roar.
The girl’s cry was suppressed, hitting the vertical, what kind of woman was she?
13 Nights of Mushrooms
The first batch of wild mushrooms from the plane that day, Jia Xin carrying Aparna’s milk powder boarded the aircraft. The old man’s skin was tanned from long-term outdoor exposure, wearing ethnic clothing under the unusual blue sky. The clean white little hand and the old man’s hand intertwined, the woman’s two-month-old child crossing time and space, silent. Aparna sat by the window, Jia Xin fastening her safety belt. The old man swayed slightly as the plane slid back, Summer constantly patting her back, Aparna said: “So light! Even if the plane crashes today, I won’t die.”
Jia Xin said: “You old people really speak casually!”
At noon, the flight provided lunch, Summer helped the old man have some chicken meat, Aparna only drank tea. After drinking, she asked Summer how much money. Jia Xin said no money was needed. Aparna then added one. After a few drinks, Jia Xin asked the child to help, Aparna stopped him, telling people not to grab, even without money, there must be a number. The old man repeatedly asked, ultimately still asking: “Are you now with someone? Not looking for your biological parents?”
Jia Xin’s eyes didn’t even lift, just used a spoon to fill his mouth with rice: “Not my people, I don’t want them either.”
After leaving the airport, the company car was about to exit, Aparna said this car plate is terrible!
In China, people have a special feeling about autumn days. To be precise, they are Chinese people. Generally, people who write poetry have a bit of melancholy. Spring and summer days are full of vitality, but winter is too cold and depressing. Only autumn is unique, seemingly about to wither, yet still retaining a bit of warmth, with some lingering and walking, and a special rhythm of ups and downs, which perfectly matches the Chinese aesthetic habit. From this, a “balanced color” emerged. This term first appeared in the original “Book of Songs”. In “The Book of Odes”, he wrote: “The heavens are evenly divided in four seasons, and the autumn is particularly beautiful.” Later, the poet Li Bai in “Mid-Autumn” wrote: “The balanced color turns smoothly, long clouds stretch across thousands of miles.” The last two lines mean “spirits meet hand in hand, waiting for the moon to be clear at the bottom”, which seems to imply a shared perspective of balanced scenery, with you having half and me having half.
Regarding the balanced autumn color, human beauty should be equally balanced. But after balancing, it doesn’t show noble pride or emotional excitement. Without emotional excitement, how can it be considered human? Therefore, one cannot simply “divide” but must “seize”, seizing the autumn color with all one’s heart, which is the successful approach.In the eyes of Ruojiao, it was just like him now. She not only understood Xu Dacheng, but was also laughing, saying, “I’m the daughter of a famous painter. What are you doing here?” Xu Dacheng replied, “Are you looking for your father?” Ruojiao lowered her head and responded, “No.”
Xu Dacheng asked again, “Then am I good to your father?” Ruojiao said, “One cannot be self-centered in major matters.” In that era, she couldn’t be self-centered, but looking at this little child, Xu Dacheng didn’t know what she was thinking. Unable to be self-centered, he left immediately. Ruojiao urged anxiously, “Lao Ye is my father’s good friend. If he helps him, he will definitely succeed!” The subsequent events were relatively uneventful.
After Xu Dacheng went out, he unexpectedly made a mistake returning home, causing the woman to wait for a long time. Unable to contact him, she eventually entrusted Ruojiao to others. Later, she became a prostitute, forming a harmonious relationship, a rare emotional connection.
The text continues with detailed narrative about characters like Ruojiao, Xu Dacheng, and others, exploring their relationships, personal struggles, and life circumstances in what seems to be a complex social and historical context.
We thought I could teach him together. I found a job in Beijing without any problems. She said, “I’m following you and the restaurant connection, hoping to find a chance to drink when the time comes.” She didn’t need an immediate response, she could go on for a long time: “It seems not right. Shukaerge doesn’t approve of making cocktails, it’s better to keep it simple. Eating together is fine. Shukai will become a day, facing those young and small white mice, asking them whatever, he said I should take the initiative, is getting married a matter for one person!”
Jia Wei stopped the car, slowly sliding to the roadside, lowering the window, a cool breeze blowing in. Guo Xu felt more and more that he was losing control. He always needed to be fully focused to maintain his usual state. Nearly thirty years old, he thought, this is such a lonely life.
He tried his best to persuade Ruan Ruo: “You should separate. Beijing is good. You don’t need to sacrifice your future for him. After a woman gets married, her life belongs to him.”
Ruan Ruo disagreed with this statement: “That’s another profession. You haven’t loved, you don’t know.”
“I only remember you said you wanted to do something big,” Summer responded.
Ruan Ruo laughed very clearly: “It’s better to be a landlady’s blessing.”
What exactly did Shukai tell her? Isn’t living in two places the easiest way to cause problems? How could this happen? Summer said, “Don’t worry too much. Shukai hasn’t been idle, the research institute has a few young teachers he doesn’t understand clearly, this is just what the old director told me.”
Ruan Ruo answered, “You say he and the young blue mouse met me, and I’ll believe it.”
“Do you really think he loves you?” Summer finally asked this question. Twenty years have passed, lingering in her heart, he really wanted to solve this knot.
Ruan Ruo seemed to have an early answer, she almost didn’t think: “He’s not born for love. I can’t ask that of him. I need him. I like a man like this with me, he’s not too complicated, he’s very clean. The worst thought is not to worry about his future, I’m willing to raise him. If I have children, the father must be him.”
Jia Wei’s phone rang, but Summer didn’t answer.
Jia Wei roughly hit her: “Forget it, isn’t your family has a leg, you won’t be so careless about him.”
Ruan Ruo started to resist: “We haven’t done anything.”
“Is that so?” Summer suddenly locked the car door, “Then let’s explore.”
Ruan Ruo commanded: “Open the door.”
Jia Wei didn’t cooperate. Guo Xu no longer spoke. Summer looked back, like a pair of eyes suddenly bright, the look seemed to be an inevitable thing. He didn’t want to explain himself. But he also didn’t open the car door. Guo Xu suddenly spoke.
“Actually, Shukai likes you,” he paused, then said, “That was good years ago. Later, we never mentioned it.”
“Don’t talk about your that this that to me again! Otherwise, I’ll deal with you now!” Summer roared. His phone didn’t stop, he stared at Ruan Ruo.
Ruan Ruo said, “After graduation, I’ll go to Mingming and be good.
