"Mom, Cheng Hua said I'll come to dinner later, I don't know if it's true or not." I announced to the old lady as soon as I entered the door.
When the mother heard this, she didn't seem surprised at all, "Yes, your Aunt Yue will also come over later, it's rare that Xiaohua is not so busy recently." Aunt Yue is Cheng Hua's mother, and these years, she has often come to our house. I still know her very well and like her very much.
"Oh." I replied and went back to the room to change clothes.
When I came out in a slack casual outfit, my mother made a fuss and said, "Hey, Xiaomo, why are you dressed like this? Cheng Hua will come later!"
"I don't always dress like this when I go home every day? What's wrong with him? My clothes are not revealing." Of course, my baggy clothes are not revealing at all, even very conservative, but they just look ugly.
But what about ugly? This is my home, and I have the right to be ugly!
Of course, more importantly, it doesn't matter how beautiful I am, I can't look better than Cheng Hua, even with cosmetics, I can't look better than Cheng Hua. Fight for the limelight with all your strength.
But my mother was relentless, opened my closet and found my most decent set of clothes and threw it to me, ordering: "Wear this!"
I dealt with it and said yes, then shut her out, turned on my computer and started to browse Weibo. My number of fans was still growing rapidly this day, which reminded me of what happened at the newspaper office just now.
Although these two things greatly satisfied my vanity, and I had a short-term joy, but this kind of joy was greatly discounted because I had an affair with Cheng Hua.
I can't accept the fact that I will be in Cheng Hua's favor, and that he can bring me happiness, especially if I can be complacent about it for a while.
I just stared at my computer screen in frustration, debating whether or not I should do something else to increase my followers, until the doorbell rang. I was called out of the room by my mother, but as soon as I stepped out of the room, I heard her scream, "Xiao Mo, why are you still dressed like this?"
Yes, I have no intention of changing clothes at all. I didn't even plan to receive Cheng Hua at home, it's just that I couldn't refuse my father's lifelong friendship.
Cheng Hua had obviously changed clothes since he came out of the newspaper office. He was wearing dirty clothes not much better than me, wearing a baseball cap, and holding a pair of sunglasses in his hand. He looked at me with a suave look like a son in trouble, and said insincerely: "Momo looks so good, auntie."
I snorted, but my mother was very helpful, and kept holding Cheng Hua's hand and said, "Little Hua, it's been a long time since you came home. You're so famous that it's hard for Auntie to see you once, so I can only do it every day." Watching your TV drama, hey, I haven't seen you for more than a year, you and Xiaomo must be born."
"How could it be, auntie, I grew up with Momo's childhood sweetheart, this friendship will never be separated in this life."
The corners of my mouth twitched, and I didn’t speak. For the first time, I felt that the word childhood sweetheart was very silly.
Cheng Hua quickly sat down, Aunt Yue followed her mother to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and my father and I sat in the living room to entertain guests. Of course, basically my father was entertaining alone, and I just turned on the TV and changed channels in a bored way.
"Is Xiaohua busy recently? I heard that your mother hasn't seen you for a few days." Father said.
"Yes, this year, several films were filmed in other places, but in the next few months, I will be relatively free. The company is preparing to let me enter the music scene. I still have a lot to learn, so in the short term I don't have any movie contracts, but I can stay at home for a while."
"Well, that's good, come to play often when you have time. Xiaomo also often misses you." I watched my father say such a polite expression with a blank face, but I didn't feel anything in my heart. Actually, with Cheng Hua's level of narcissism, even if I swear on my life that I don't like him or miss him, he might not believe it. So, my father didn't embarrass me too much when he said that. Actually, in the final analysis, now, I don't care at all what Cheng Hua thinks of me, I can do whatever he loves, even if he thinks I love him so much that I can't help myself, I don't care, as long as he doesn't treat me for the sake of sympathy. It's fine if I say something.
Cheng Hua looked at me and said, "Momo, is it fun to work in a newspaper?"
"That's it." I said perfunctorily.
"Why don't you come and be my assistant? You know, no one knows me as well as you do. My current assistant really gives me a headache." Cheng Hua said.
I squinted at him and said: "I don't have the care and patience to be an assistant, and I like to face different new things every day. I am afraid that being an assistant will repeat the previous day's work every day. interest."
Because my father was in front of me, I tried my best to restrain the malice in my tone, and I said the words of refusal so high-sounding. How could I not know his dirty intentions? I'm afraid that he has choked enough to maintain a good image for so many years. I wish the assistant around me was someone who could be bullied by him without any bad influence. How could I be fooled like this.
"Yeah, I forgot about Momo's personality, unlike me, who is always very nostalgic." Cheng Hua said, still smiling.
I bowed my head and ignored him, didn't I just want to say that I like the new and dislike the old? Stepping on me and then lifting himself up is his usual tactic, and I'm no longer surprised by it. Seeing that I didn't fight back immediately, Cheng Hua seemed a little surprised.
Now I am satisfied. I had long given up on winning the fight with Cheng Hua. Surprising him once or twice was already a breakthrough. I suddenly realized that it was easier for me to surprise him if I was more gentle with him. So, I set a tone for my reception work this evening, with meekness as the main priority and indifference as the second. After I had the tone, it was as if the manuscript had an outline, and my mood instantly calmed down.
I said to my father and Cheng Hua, "I'll go see if there's anything I can do to help mom, you two talk first."
My steps toward the kitchen were much lighter. In the short period of time just now, I felt that I had learned a lot. In fact, it's time to let go of the grievances with Cheng Hua, no matter how despicable and shameless he is and pretending to be sunny and harmless, it actually has little to do with me. Because, in our now disjointed lives, there will never be such a thing as having to elect a good boy between the two of us. He can be his Pretty Boy, and I can be a Pretty Girl, and there will be no conflicts ever since. And I must be biting at his previous evil deeds, insisting on exposing him to others is obviously a naive approach.
At this moment, I decided to settle down with him.
At the dinner table in the evening, I certainly looked a lot more kind. And my kindness may have turned into a kind of conspiracy in Cheng Hua's eyes. Because he suddenly became wary of me, always looked at me scrutinizingly, and his words were a little cautious to please. His observation of words and expressions was suddenly understood as another meaning in the eyes of the mothers.
After the frequent and ambiguous eye contact between the two mothers, while washing the dishes, I heard them lower their voices and happily call each other in-laws.
In fact, I have never understood this matter. Of course, I understand my mother's high expectations. When Cheng Hua was still a teenager, he conquered my mother with his real beauty and hypocritical sensibility. Since then, my mother has looked at him tolerantly like a mother-in-law looks at a son-in-law, and the more she looks at him, the more pleasing she is.
But why did Mama Cheng agree with her opinion? After thinking hard for a long time, I could only come to one conclusion, that is, the relationship between the old sisters is too good, which made Mama Cheng feel that only by becoming real relatives can she express her love A mother's friendship, even at the expense of her son.
Thinking of this, I am embarrassed.
Why can I belittle myself, thinking that it is a sacrifice for Cheng Hua to join forces with me? As I was thinking this way, I took a good look at myself in the reflection of the glass door just as I was putting the bowl into the cupboard. Then, I was relieved that this kind of cognition was not out of inferiority, but just proved that I was a fair, objective, modest and cautious girl.
After dinner, Aunt Yue and Cheng Hua had no intention of saying goodbye and leaving. Aunt Yue and her mother had been sitting on the sidelines for more than ten years, muttering something in a low voice. From time to time, I could hear, grandson, honeymoon trip, marriage, etc. Registering such words, however, obviously their sequence completely breaks human logic.
Father is playing Go with Cheng Hua, this scene is too similar to the scene in the TV series, the future son-in-law always wants to play chess with the future father-in-law.
My father loves to play Go so much. After teaching me for many years, I still unknowingly follow the backgammon. The grief-stricken father couldn't bear it anymore. He started learning computers and surfing the Internet from scratch at the age of 50, and finally found it on the Internet. Chess friends. However, after all, it was nothing compared to the game in reality. The feeling of the chess being played and the sound of throwing the pieces obviously excited my father more.
As for me, obviously I have nothing to do, I thought about going back to the bedroom now, but I was afraid that I would lose the way of hospitality, and my mother would explode on the spot. After thinking about it, I picked up my phone and swiped Weibo again, and after a fierce ideological struggle, I wanted to secretly take a few photos of Cheng Hua and post them to increase my number of followers.
I had just secretly pointed the camera at Cheng Hua when he suddenly said without raising his head, "If you post my photo on Weibo again, let me take a look at it first. The photos are really ugly."
I was so scared that I almost lost my phone, but I didn't expect him to know about it. I laughed and didn't dare to take any more sneak shots, so I had to pretend to watch them play chess seriously.
Finally, when they said goodbye and were about to leave, Cheng Hua suddenly said to me, "Momo, have you written down the number I called you that day? It's my private number, and only my parents and you know it. If you need something, you can call me at any time."
I had no choice but to express my honor to be able to enjoy the same treatment as Cheng Hua's parents, but I think that I probably don't have the opportunity to enjoy this honor.
But on this point, obviously, I was wrong, because the honor will soon be required.