chapter 14 you are my new tenant

In the evening after work, Wesley and I found a Chinese restaurant near the company. We simply ordered some food and sat across from each other. After a while, the food was served. Wesley picked up the chopsticks and started eating by himself. When he saw that I didn’t move the chopsticks, he said, "You kid, you should eat." "Aren't you waiting for Zoey?" I asked. "She went to Shanghai to meet Emily, and we will have the meal today."Wesley said in a calm tone. "She's going to see Emily and you guys are getting married in a few days. Can she go away?" I asked with some "confusion". Wesley replied nonchalantly: "I just went there after work. I'll be back tomorrow morning. I won't delay things." I nodded and started eating. Wesley put down his chopsticks, stared at me, and then asked for a moment: "Maxwell, how about some wine?" "No drink today." She looked at me for a while and said, "I see you're a little depressed." After that, she looked at her watch and said, "Zoey shouldn't have gone far yet. How about I call her and ask her to come back to pick you up? You can also take advantage of the opportunity." It’s rare to be awake and meet Emily.” I was silent for a while and sighed: "Zoey really does marry a dog and follow the dog." "How do you say this?"Wesley asked, changing his sitting position, and didn't mind if I turned around and scolded him. "Both of you are wicked. Please don't comfort a person who wants to die until he actually wants to die, okay?" "Did I comfort you?"Wesley asked innocently. I was a little angry: "Can you still eat this meal? You can't eat it." My anger made Wesley sigh. He shook his head and said, "You are still like this. Every time I talk about things related to Emily, you fall out faster than you can read a book. You really can't get over her hurdles." " Only then did I realize that it was just Wesley's temptation, but I didn't know how to respond and fell into silence again. Wesley asked the waiter to bring two cans of Tsingtao beer, tore one open and handed it to me. He drank a can himself, and asked me as if he was deliberately changing the subject: "How have you been with that graphic model recently? I think she seems to be quite interested in you." of." "Stop talking about it. She and I are, at best, each other's toys during our emptiness." "sex toys" "You can understand it however you want." I said nonchalantly, picked up the beer in front of me, and took a swig from my mouth. Wesley followed me and took a sip, then asked: "Tell the truth to my buddy, in the years since Emily left, there hasn't been a girl in the whole world who makes your heart beat." "No." I replied without thinking. Wesley shook his head and said: "No matter how you look at it, you don't look like an infatuated person. In fact, it's your own uncertainty these years. Calm down your heart and think about it carefully. Is there a girl who makes your heart beat ambushing you all the time? It's just You just didn’t notice it.” "I'm not sure," I asked Wesley doubtfully. Wesley nodded seriously, then made a guiding gesture and said to me: "Take a sip of wine and think about it carefully. You will definitely gain something now." I was dubious, but I still followed what Wesley said, took a sip of wine, and then diverged my thoughts, taking out the girls around me these years from the bottom of my heart and savoring them. For a while, I really didn’t realize who I was attracted to. I would rather Fix the memory of being with them over a night of spring supper. I still remember every morning after a late spring night, the sunlight falling on the quilt held up by two bodies would not give me a sense of security. I often wanted to put on my pants and run away, as if the dawn sunlight only illuminated In the poverty of material things, how can one still remember the heartbeat and ecstasy at night? If a woman sat on the same bed with me one morning and talked about marriage based on a house, I would definitely collapse. Based on this collapse, I can no longer remember what it feels like to have a heartbeat. "Is there any?"Wesley picked up the beer and touched it with me, and asked again with concern. I just shook my head, picked up the beer and took a sip, but I was too lazy to say another word, and I didn't want to think of any woman anymore. But people's thinking is very strange. When I didn't want to think about it, suddenly the unrealistically beautiful face of my landlady suddenly appeared in my mind. I stared at the bonsai behind Wesley like a machine, but my thoughts surged like a tsunami. Could it be that Penelope is the woman that Wesley said made my heart beat? I quickly denied it. This was a ridiculous idea. Penelope and I only got along for a few days. Even if she was as beautiful as Chang'e, I wouldn't be tempted by her because my fantasies and impulses about women had long since died in the harsh years. Wesley was still eagerly waiting for my answer, but I didn't want to argue with him about the word "heartbeat" which meant nothing to me, so I simply continued to play silent. The two of them drank a can of beer and continued to eat. The sky outside the window also dimmed without noticing. The street lights on both sides of the road used the same attitude to render the city under the night. Wesley and I lit up a cigarette each to entertain ourselves after the meal. The two of them continued to chat. As they chatted, Wesley looked at the night outside the window and asked jokingly: "Maxwell, today is so beautiful." Something's wrong. It's completely dark today. How can you still sit still? Don't you have to find happiness?" "I'm not going anywhere. I'll go home and sleep later." Wesley seemed to be shocked by me and exclaimed: "Who murdered you that night?" I was stunned by Wesley, and I was indeed murdered by a woman who just appeared in my life during the drunken night. I was not in a hurry to answer Wesley's question, but I was eager for him to help me analyze a question that had troubled me for many days. I still couldn't figure out why Penelope, who was driving a luxury car, lived in that dilapidated house. I don’t want to believe that this is a fate deliberately created by God for us. To say it is fate is far-fetched, because I threw her quilt away a few days ago, and she then threw me into the wilderness. It seems that there is no such torture in this world. Destiny to go. After a while, I said to Wesley: "I'll tell you something very new." "Is this new thing directly related to your not going out to fool around?" I nodded, and then selectively told Wesley about all the things that happened to Penelope and me in that house these days. After listening to this, Wesley looked at me with some doubt, paused for a moment and then asked me: "Are you sure she drove a million-dollar luxury car and lived in that crappy house of yours?" "Of course, I'm sure. You can help me analyze it and find out what her motives are." I said to Wesley seriously. "Anyway, it's not murder for money."Wesley said and glanced at me disdainfully. "I know I have no money and my life is ruined, but now I am really telling you something very serious. Can you be serious?" "Maxwell, we live in a very real world. Actually, you really can't expect her to repay you in this life because she owed you something in her previous life." I touched my chin and said seriously: "Don't tell me, maybe this is really possible. You said that I have done all kinds of evil in my life and it stinks. It must be because I did too many good things in my previous life. Maybe my daughter The landlord received a favor from me in the previous life, and he is here to repay the favor and serve me in this life." "To serve you, didn't you say that she tricked you to the junction of the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway between Suzhou and Wuxi in the middle of the night and made you so cold that your nose was dripping with snot. Is there such a way to serve you?" I pointed at Wesley and was speechless for a while before saying, "You just hurt your friends." Wesley smiled, stood up, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Maxwell, actually, it might not be a bad thing if a woman appears to divert your attention from Emily." Before I could answer, he added, "It's almost 7:30. I have an appointment with the planner of the wedding company at 8 o'clock. Let's break up today." Looking at Wesley's leaving figure, I lit up another cigarette in a daze. I still felt that I didn't quite understand what he said. Why did Penelope's appearance divert my attention from Emily? After coming out of the restaurant, I bought another can of beer and drank it while following the crowd, listening to other people's laughter and thinking about my own troubles as I walked home. When I got home and opened the door, the house was dark. I turned on the light in the living room and looked around. The house was deserted. My landlady, Penelope, seemed to have not returned yet. I was bored in every possible way, so I sat on the sofa and watched TV. Without the intoxication of nightclubs, the night seemed to become endlessly long. I can’t remember when I was like this now, when the night first came, Just like a little man at home, he looks for entertainment in front of the TV and gets bored. It was only half past eight, but I was tortured by boredom. I smoked a cigarette and was in a daze for a while. The time had only passed ten minutes. I wanted to die. It turned out that a night alone was so difficult. I found the guitar from the room, found a copy of the guitar sheet, and started practicing singing. If there was anything I liked to do every night besides being drunk, I would probably only play the guitar to entertain myself. After finishing one song and preparing to play the next song, there was finally movement outside the house, and then the door was opened, and then I saw Penelope Cai, who was holding a handbag and looking stunningly beautiful. Although there was some quarrel between us, I am not a narrow-minded person to belittle her beauty. This woman really seemed to be a masterpiece of God's impulse. I put down the guitar in my hand and asked with a smile: "I'm back." "Yeah."Penelope responded and walked towards her room. "Stop." I shouted to her in a deep voice with a straight face, but it was out of boredom that I was unwilling to be alone and wanted to tease her. Penelope turned around and looked at me: "Is something wrong?" I looked at Penelope, and the more I looked, the more puzzled I became about how this woman could be so beautiful. Then I asked unabashedly: "Why are you so beautiful? You can't be a monster, right?" Penelope frowned slightly and said coldly to me: "Please don't make me feel like you've led a wolf into the house, okay?" I stood up immediately, pretending to be excited and said: "Girl, you are not mistaken, I lived in this house first. Your statement of luring a wolf into the house is a bit inappropriate, isn't it?" Penelope ignored my suggestion of first come, first served, and her tone remained cold: "If you think I'm a monster, you can move out at any time, and I won't have any objections." "Why should I move? I originally lived in this house, and you are just a new tenant at best. Besides, you promised me to live here, and I abide by the agreement. I squatted everywhere in the house like a giant Buddha. I didn’t go, so don’t mention it to me about moving in the future.” I said and stood up from the sofa to show my excitement. "I am your new tenant"Penelope's tone was obviously unhappy. But I didn't care about her displeasure and said: "Yes, from today on, you will treat yourself as a female tenant in front of me. In this house, whoever has the most seniority will be the landlord." "Don't you think you are bored? In addition, I have to remind you that there is no need for you to change your concept and force the title of female tenant on me, because I only promised you to live here for a month, and you will soon take me with you. I will leave here forever as a tenant."Penelope looked at me with a confident expression and said. "What's wrong with a month? Even if I only work as a landlord for a month, I'll be happy," I said stiffly, but my mood was depressed because of Penelope words, "Leave here forever." Penelope didn't want to be serious with me anymore, so she said "who cares about you" and then turned around and walked towards her room. In a person's living room, I took out a cigarette and lit it. In the pleasure of smoking in and out, I felt doubly amused because of my rogue status as a landlord. The smoke that was exhaled floated leisurely out of the window against the backdrop of the lights. I was fascinated by the sight. A gust of wind came from nowhere and woke me up again. In this gust of wind that seemed to be borrowed, I suddenly Seeing Emily's hazy silhouette, I suddenly remembered: We will meet at Wesley and Zoey's wedding in three days. I seem to have a hunch that the next three days may be more difficult than the three years of separation. To this day, I still can’t figure out why we spent the best time of our lives building a relationship for 4 years, why we didn’t end well, even if we broke up, at least give me a reason, but I closed my eyes, and the smoke continued to spread out from my fingertips, which made me want to cry.