Yin Xian's career was booming, and soon he was promoted again, directly into the company's management.
For such good news, it is necessary to invite company colleagues and subordinates to dinner, and they asked Yin Xian to call his girlfriend over. Yin Xian couldn't shirk it, so he called Wang Jiexiang.
She was at work and didn't answer the phone.
In the afternoon she texted him back asking what happened. Yin Xian told her that he had been promoted, and asked her if she would like to have dinner with her colleagues at night.
[I don't know them, I don't want to go if I say the wrong thing and lose face. You go to eat with them, and when you get home, they will prepare delicious food for you.]
Yin Xian did not reply to the message she sent.
No reply means: Got it.
Having been together for so long, there are some things that needless to say, they all understand each other's meaning.
Returning home from get off work, Wang Jiexiang passed by the cake shop and wanted to buy a cake to celebrate Yin Xian's promotion.
The cakes displayed in the window are exquisite and perfect, and you can take them home as long as you pay.
Wang Jiexiang chose a cake, opened her wallet and prepared to pay, the money was counted and held in her hand, she suddenly felt that such a celebratory gift was a bit too easy and lacking in heart.
If you want to have a heart, you have to do it yourself...
"Excuse me," she had a whim, and asked the waiter in the store, "Can you make your own cakes in your store?"
The waiter shook his head.
"Our store only buys finished cakes. If you want to change the words on the cake, we can make it for you."
Wang Jiexiang thanked him and bought two meat floss bread for tomorrow's breakfast.
After counting the money for the meat floss bread, the waiter said.
"If you have an oven at home, you can make it at home. Otherwise, it seems that other cake shops have this kind of service, you can ask again."
Of course, there is no oven at home. Because of his words, Wang Jiexiang left several other cake shops.
In the end, she really found a shop where she could make cakes by herself, and she could do it today.
The owner of the shop is a kind old lady, and she and her wife jointly run the cake shop. She can provide materials, cake molds, ovens, and guide Wang Jiexiang to make cakes. The cakes made are the same price as the cakes sold.
Cooking and stir-frying is no problem for Wang Jiexiang.
It is her first time to make a cake.
Following the operation of the old grandma, Wang Jiexiang failed to make the first cake embryo.
When it comes out of the oven, the cake is fluffy and fluffy, but it quickly collapses and shrinks into a flat cake with a firm texture.
The grandmother judged that her egg yolk paste was not well stirred.
While eating the failed product, Wang Jiexiang made a new cake embryo.
"Huh?" Tasting the cake in her hand, the more she chewed, the more she felt that it tasted good: "Although it is not soft enough, it is delicious. Do I have a talent for making cakes!"
Seeing her enjoying herself, the old grandma smiled and encouraged her.
"Yeah, you're a quick learner. It's the first time you can make a cake like this. You're really talented."
As if to confirm their words, the second time the cake was baked, it was baked just right, with a beautiful color and a sweet and attractive smell.
Wang Jiexiang carefully creamed and mounted it. After finishing all this, she solemnly wrote in the center of the cake: I wish Yinxian a happy promotion!
When she came out of the cake shop with her little cake, the old lady was about to close the shop, Wang Jiexiang said goodbye to her, feeling extremely satisfied.
Even after paying for it overnight, she felt it was super worth it: this cake must be better than the last one she baked!
She carried it home carefully, humming a little tune along the way.
It's not too late for Yin Xian to come back.
Wang Jiexiang heard the sound of the door opening as soon as she finished washing her clothes. She ran back to the room from the balcony without even putting down the towel in her hand.
Yin Xian was changing into his slippers, and there was a big light purple cake box in the entrance.
Looking at the box, Wang Jiexiang couldn't hide her disappointment.
"Did you buy a cake?"
He lowered his head, not noticing her expression.
"They bought it. It was too big. They didn't finish it. They asked me to bring it back."
"Oh," she rubbed her hands and whispered, "I also... prepared a cake for you."
He handed her the cake box: "That's not right, don't you like cakes, eat more."
Wang Jiexiang blinked: "Just me? You don't want to eat?"
"I'm stuffed."
Yin Xian went to take a bath.
She took the cake box to the kitchen and opened it.
Inside is a gorgeously shaped fruit cake with mango and pudding in the interlayer, and I have eaten less than a quarter of it.
Wang Jiexiang sighed and put the little cake she made into the refrigerator.
The refrigerator can keep food fresh, but the shelf life of the cake is still no more than two days.
Two days later, the cake she made and the cake Yin Xian brought home went into the trash can together.
He didn't go home for dinner for two days, and Wang Jiexiang didn't have any appetite for cake.
After this promotion, it was normal for Yin Xian not to eat at home. In the past, he would inform her when he came home late, but now he occasionally informs her when he comes home for dinner.
When Wang Jiexiang buys vegetables, she only needs to buy what she eats.
After get off work, I cook by myself, and after eating, I don’t even have to give him the leftovers.
Yin Xian came back later and later.
He never told Wang Jiexiang about his work, and he never complained that he was tired.
She didn't know how much wine he drank every day, and what he was busy with all day; what she knew was that his shirt smelled of alcohol, smoke, and perfume, that he was taking stomach medicine, and that he had insomnia.
From one day on, Wang Jiexiang couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, and turned a blind eye to these things, and she began to nag.
"Push it if you can, and go home early."
"Don't drink so much, eat on time."
"If you keep on refusing to eat and drinking like this, you will drink yourself to death before you get rich."
"What time do you go home? Do you know that if you don't work regularly, your body will collapse?"
She reads it every day, reads it when she sees him, but doesn't see him sending short messages.
She was tired of saying these words, and Yin Xian was also tired of hearing them.
Too bad it didn't work.
He continued to work tirelessly, when should he return or what time should he return.
Once he didn't come home all night, Wang Jiexiang broke out completely and had a big fight with Yin Xian.
After the quarrel, she took out a pen and paper and asked him to write a letter as evidence.
"Set a time to come back at the latest, and you can't go home after that time every day."
Yin Xian couldn't write: "Then how can you be sure? Not every day."
"You write, tell yourself, it's two o'clock, two thirty, or three o'clock. It's because it's not certain, so you have to write. I'm waiting for you at home, and I don't feel at ease."
He still said in a nonchalant tone: "There is nothing to worry about, you can sleep on your own."
Wang Jiexiang pulled her hair and collapsed unbearably.
She yelled at him.
"I can't sleep! Yin Xian, I can't sleep!"
Staying at home, counting the time to the alarm clock in fear, constantly guessing what he did tonight. When he came home, she wanted to pretend to be asleep, pretending to be very soundly asleep. He has insomnia, and she has insomnia too.
"Why do you think I can sleep on my own? You are tired of yours, and I am at ease with mine? Can you separate them so clearly?"
Yin Xian was silenced by her words.
After deliberation, the two reached a consensus.
The latest time for him to go home is no later than three o'clock in the morning.
This agreement that she worked so hard to come to, was fulfilled within a week before it was broken by him.
At 3:30, Yin Xian arrived at the door of the house, and the key went into the hole, turning left and right without moving.
The door was locked by Wang Jiexiang.
She moved a chair and sat at the door, separated from Yin Xian by a door.
Wang Jiexiang wanted an explanation.
No matter whether he calls to explain, texts to explain, or knocks on the door to explain, she wants an explanation.
Realizing that the door was locked, Yin Xian pulled out the key. He stayed at the door for five minutes, finished smoking a cigarette, then got up and pressed the elevator to go downstairs.
Yin Xian spent the night in a hotel outside.
the next day.
When he got home no later than three o'clock, he opened the door with his key.
She expected to see a hysterical Wang Jiexiang, but she didn't.
She was wearing her favorite khaki monkey pajamas and was watching TV when she saw him enter the room and said hello.
"You're back?"
Yin Xian didn't answer her: I'm back.
Their relationship has long passed the stage of pretending to be peaceful and whitewashing peace. He knew she was unhappy, especially unhappy, and there was nothing to pretend that she didn't know.
After he came out of the shower, Wang Jiexiang turned off the TV.
There are two cups on the coffee table, they are couple cups she bought, one black and one white. She soaked honey water for his share.
Wang Jiexiang sat cross-legged on the sofa.
She looked at Yin Xian with bright eyes and a smile on her face.
He wanted to go back to the room, but she stopped him.
"We always have to chat, Yin Xian."
She speaks lightly, speaks slowly, and speaks every sentence slowly, with some slapstick-like complaints.
"You talk so much to others every day, talk to me too. You just sleep when you come back, making our house like a hotel."
Yin Xian sat on the sofa.
After thinking for a moment, he asked her, "What do you want to hear?"
Wang Jiexiang asked back, "What do you want to say?"
"I have nothing to say." He picked up the glass of honey water.
She watched him finish the glass of water.
"anything else?"
Yin Xian shook his head.
He seemed to have nothing to say, so it was she who spoke.
"Is it unreasonable? I told you to go home at three o'clock, otherwise the door will be locked. You need entertainment, obviously for work and to make money. I can't understand you and make you embarrassed... But, Yin Xian, ask me Understood, you had to at least say it. You never talked about it, you assumed I wouldn’t understand it, but you didn’t even say it.”
Listening to Wang Jiexiang's words, Yin Xian began to lose his mind for some reason.
It occurred to him that there were still some documents to read before bedtime. Hearing her say "for work to make money", his mind was blunt, and he didn't think it was true. His body seemed to be wound up, pushed forward by the pressure, and when he had time to stop and rest, like inertia, he still returned to the state of pressure uncontrollably.
Yin Xian glanced at the carpet at home.
It was so old, he thought: it should be replaced with a new one.
"Yin Xian..." Wang Jiexiang rubbed her painful temples: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Yin Xian cast his eyes on her, as if he really didn't understand: "Is there any need to say anything?"
Wang Jiexiang really felt bored.
They're not the right people, even if there's love between them...well, she's not at all sure there is.
"There is nothing to say, let's break up."
She looked at him with neither love nor hatred in her eyes.
She could smile at him, easily and calmly.
"At that time, we were together and lived as a partner. Now the conditions are good, you take your sunny path, and I take my single-plank bridge."
After talking about breaking up, they still lived under one roof for two weeks.
Wang Jiexiang spent a week looking for a house.
In the second week, she took two days off to organize her things and prepare to move out.
In the kitchen cabinet, Wang Jiexiang accidentally found the juicer that had been idle for a long time.
She hasn't had carrot juice for a long time. Instead of carrot juice, there is a whole row of imported fish oil bought by Yin Xian in the refrigerator. She hasn't eaten much recently, and he doesn't know.
They bought a lot of odds and ends together, and they couldn't be split in half. She didn't want them and left them for him.
The things he gave her, the things she discarded, the couple's things, their shared memories, all packed into one box. Wang Jiexiang left a note for Yin Xian to deal with.
After sorting it out in this way, her luggage was much lighter, and it didn't take much effort to carry it by herself.
Before leaving, she searched the house to see if there was anything she missed.
On the top shelf of the cabinet in the study, her fingertips touched a cold box. Wanting to take it out to have a look, she tiptoed and stretched out her hand vigorously, but unexpectedly touched it.
It's a familiar tin can.
Its outer packaging says "Soufflé Sauce", but some parts of the words are not clearly visible due to wear and tear.
The tin can hit the floor, its lid snapped open, and the letter inside fell to the floor.
Staring at the lonely piece of letter paper, Wang Jiexiang felt a strange feeling in her heart.
In my impression, the jar was heavy and filled with letters from Yin Xian's pen pal. There were so many letters before, why is there only a thin piece of paper left now
She picked up the only letter from the floor and shook it out.
There was only one line in the letter, which was actually her own handwriting.
[Yin Xian, it would be great if I could start my life over again. It's too hard, let's never meet again.]
There seemed to be other messages in the margins of the letter, which had been scribbled out with black ink. Layers of layers of black lines are tightly intertwined, intricate and eye-catching.
Wang Jiexiang closed the letter paper.
The words, 100% impossible to mistake, are my own handwriting.
But she has no impression of writing this line at all! What is the meaning of this line
After moving his brain a little, a sudden burst of heart palpitations hit him. She swallowed, not daring to think further.
"It's a boring prank, right?" Wang Jiexiang muttered to herself, shifting her attention: "Isn't this letter from Aru's pen pal? He wrote about his childhood, about stealing sweets when he was young..."
With trembling hands, she folded the letter, hurriedly stuffed it back into the tin can, and put it back in its place on the bookcase.
The bookcase was closed, and the glass of the door reflected a devastated face.
Wang Jiexiang looked at that self.
A sixteen-year-old girl with messy hair and red eyes from crying.
Tears were about to fall on her cheeks, and she said to her: "It would be great if I could do it all over again..."
The heart was beating so fast that she was about to vomit out of her throat, and Wang Jiexiang's hand quickly touched her face.
In the reflection of the glass, the boy himself suddenly disappeared.
Wang Jiexiang rubbed her eyes vigorously, and her appearance unexpectedly returned.
He stared at himself in the glass with wide eyes. Her cheeks were dry, and there were no traces of tears on her face.
"What the hell!"
Wang Jiexiang's back felt cold, and she walked out of the study quickly.
No more nostalgia for this place.
After dragging her suitcase, she left the apartment.