chapter 49 : Emily’s appointment

Back in the old house where Penelope and I had countless arguments, I chewed chewable tablets and lay on the sofa to relieve the pain. Penelope poured me another glass of boiled water and then sat down opposite me. She asked me: "Are you feeling better?" "It'll be fine after a while." Penelope nodded and said: "Then when you feel better, I will take you back." I reluctantly sat up and said, "Where should I go?" "Aren't you staying at your friend's place temporarily? I'll take you back there." I replied angrily: "Can't you show your humanitarian style? I am a sick person now." Penelope still said calmly: "This is my house and not a hospital. Why do you have to pretend to be sick? If you feel that your physical condition is very poor, I can take you to the hospital." I lay back on the sofa again, as if I didn't want to talk to her, and the two sides fell into a cold war because of their disagreement. After a short while, the phone vibrated in my pocket. I turned over and took out the phone from my pocket. I looked at it but it was an unfamiliar number. It belonged to Shanghai. I answered the call in confusion: "Hey, who are you?" The other end of the phone was silent for a while before saying, "It's me, Emily." My mind suddenly stopped and went blank. I couldn't even feel the stomachache. After a long time, I responded mechanically: "Is something wrong?" "Come out and sit down, I'll wait for you at the same place." Before I could react, Emily had already hung up the phone. She was still the same as before and would not give me any chance to refuse, so when I broke up with her, I did not refuse or ask why. The phone has been hung up for a long time, and my heart is still shaking, but one thing is for sure, if she invites me, I will definitely go to the appointment. If not, we are still ordinary friends now. I finally put the phone in my pocket and said to Penelope: "I'm going out to meet a friend, please hold the door open for me." "Hurry up and leave. There's no need to leave the door open. Check out what else is yours in the house and take it with you." At this time, I had no intention of quarreling with Penelope. I looked at her again and then walked out the door. My stomach was still aching, and perhaps the pain in my heart was even more unbearable. I stood outside the community waiting for a taxi, but I was thinking about where the old place mentioned by Emily was. Is it a music restaurant or by the moat? I couldn’t be sure. This also shows that we have too many memories about Suzhou, too much. There are so many places that we have visited, and every place is an unforgettable past. In the end, I chose to go to the moat. It used to be a place where we would walk every evening, where we would laugh and enjoy the picturesque scenery. A quarter of an hour later, I came to the moat, which was the section we walked the most in the past. I sat down on the lawn and lit a cigarette despite my stomachache, because my heart was uneasy. I didn’t know why Emily suddenly Asked me, I don’t know how I feel when facing her, let alone what to say after meeting her. Look, this is how time has changed, and all the intimacy in the past has turned into the ignorance now. Half an hour had passed and Emily still hadn't come. In the cold autumn wind, I finally realized that I was in the wrong place. Maybe Emily was waiting for me in the music restaurant at this moment. I immediately took out my cell phone and dialed, but Emily's phone was busy. The moment I hung up the phone, Emily's phone called again. Maybe we just dialed each other's number at the same time. After answering the phone, Emily told me the restaurant she was at. I told her I was by the moat and said to go find her. She said to come to me. I naturally obeyed her, ended the call and started waiting again. I'm a little disappointed that I couldn't choose the old place in Emily's heart. Our hearts have long been incompatible, so breaking up is inevitable. The autumn wind covered the night, and the neon lights reflected everything around me. I lit another cigarette by the moat that looked good, and then watched the smoke fill the air and finally disperse. After another 20 minutes, I saw the Cadillac CTS parked on the shore. This top-level CTS was a graduation gift given to her by Emily's father three years ago. It was this car that drove us so hard. Torn away from a simple campus romance, I still remember deeply: when Emily took me for a ride in her new car that day, I forced a smile, as if at that moment she painfully anticipated that I and I would be together. In fact, I did expect Emily's final ending. Emily opened the car door and got out of the car. She was wearing very thin clothes, just a short women's leather jacket, slightly loose gray and white casual pants, her hair was simply tied up, and she was dressed casually. Like the last time I saw her in a bar, she was wearing a luxurious brand and I couldn't bear to look directly at her. I couldn't meet her with my eyes, so I turned my head away, but sucked heavily on the cigarette in my hand. After just one puff, half of the cigarette was sucked into a butt. The familiar feminine scent of Emily floated into my nostrils. I finally raised my head and looked at her and said stiffly: "What are you asking me to do?" Emily sat down next to me: "Do I have to have a reason to date you?" I tried to relax myself, smiled and asked, "Didn't you go to Nanjing with Brian? Why did you come back so soon?" "I have my plans." "That's right, you have your own arrangements." I followed Emily and said, but I didn't know what else to say to her, so I lit another cigarette and looked at the wind-swept river surface, feeling alternately confused and uneasy. Take over my emotions. Emily took the cigarette out from between my fingers, looked at me and said, "Don't smoke in front of a lady, you should be a gentleman." The corner of my mouth twitched, and Emily actually asked me to be more gentle. Time does change a person. In the past, she liked to play with me, go crazy together, and even smoke the cigarettes I was smoking. At this moment, I realized: she really She had gone too far from my world, but I couldn't learn to keep up with the times. I just stood there and looked around, so I smoked a cigarette in front of her so abruptly. After silence, I finally said to her: "Tell me, what is it about asking me out? You and I shouldn't just sit here and blow the cold wind." Although I say this, I am willing to sit here with her all night, and then look at her, carefully look at her appearance three years later, and let her know how much I like her rippling eyes and the slightly raised corners of her mouth. I like her smile like a flower, her face as deep as water, her feminine scent, her seemingly scolding but caring love, her leaning into my arms and whispering, and our heavy breathing while holding each other after making love. I like everything about her, everything about her, but now she is like a kite that I have thrown away. I can only hold on to the torn string and helplessly watch her fly to the distant place. The north was submerged in the dusk sunset, and in the end I only walked through it once in my memory. How lost, how melancholy, how reluctant to give up Third update. How many people want to subscribe to the physical book of the previous book? Please leave a message in the book review area. If there are many people, I will open it again: