chapter 6 they are getting married

When I got back to my apartment, Penelope's bowl of porridge was almost finished, and my unfinished bowl of porridge was still steaming. I took out two salted duck eggs from the bag left by Father Ban and handed one over. He said to Penelope: "Try it."

"I'm almost done eating." This was the first time Penelope spoke to me in a normal tone in the two days we've known her.

I smiled and said, "Have another bowl. You won't get fat if you eat rice porridge."

Penelope ignored my suggestion, but said: "Your dad has left, you can move away too."

I looked at the wind and rain outside the window and discussed with Penelope: "I won't move today, I'll stay one more night, okay?"

"No."Penelope said firmly.

I slapped my chopsticks on the table and said angrily: "What's wrong with you woman? Do you know how to eat people's mouth? You can spit out the porridge you just ate and I will move it immediately."

Penelope looked at me with shining eyes, and was rendered speechless by my turning away faster than turning the pages of a book.

I softened my tone and said to her: "Sister, I've been going back and forth all day today, and now I feel completely exhausted. Can you please let me go?"

"Scum, who is your eldest sister?"

"Miss, it's okay," I said quickly, and vowed: "Tomorrow, I will definitely move after get off work tomorrow."

Penelope finally relaxed and said to me after a long while: "Remember what you said."

"Of course, we will move tomorrow"

Penelope gave me a dissatisfied look, picked up the bowl and walked towards the rice cooker filled with white rice porridge, and then filled herself with a small bowl.

"Don't you want to eat?"

Penelope glared at me and said, "Anyway, I'm already soft-mouthed about eating people, so I might as well have another bowl."

I shook my head and sighed: "Oh, people are so depraved."

Although he was teasing, he peeled the salted duck egg and handed it to Penelope. She didn't refuse, so the two of them continued eating in a strange atmosphere.

After dinner, I handed the 3,000 yuan left by Father Ban to Penelope: "I'll pay you back the 3,000 yuan first, and I'll pay you back the rest with my salary next week."

"After giving it to me, do you still have money to rent a house? Let's pay it back together later."

"This is what you consider for me, but it's not my intention not to pay you back." I said and stuffed the money into my wallet.

"As long as you move out quickly, everything else doesn't matter."Penelope said and took another sip of porridge. She seemed to like it very much. Indeed, Father Ban porridge cooking skills were outstanding. He could cook the most ordinary rice porridge. The taste of being a monk.

"I'm not the God of Plague, there's no need for you to dislike me so much," I sighed.

"With your character, does it make me like you?"

I smiled and didn't answer any more. Maybe I really have bad conduct, or maybe she misunderstood me a little, but it's not important, and I don't need to clarify or explain, because we will draw a clear line after get off work tomorrow. .

I drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, and then stared at Penelope. At this time, she was wearing a white long-sleeved chiffon shirt, black and white checked pencil-type casual pants, and a slightly curly middle hair, which made her even more elegant. , but seems thin.

I took out the knitted sweater left by Father Ban and showed it to Penelope in a pretentious manner. After a while, I sighed: "It's getting cold. Do you think this sweater is suitable for you?"

Penelope frowned: "Why, do you still want me to hold your hand short?"

"Really, it's especially suitable for you. If you are willing to let me continue to rent this room, I don't mind giving it to you. My dad has already told me that this sweater was knitted by my mom. It is thick and can keep out the wind in winter and keep you warm."

"No blessing to endure."

I smiled and handed the sweater to her: "I'm kidding you, I'll give it to you if you don't want to rent it. I have no plans to have a girlfriend for the time being. It would be a waste to keep such a good sweater next to me. Even if I did it for myself yesterday I apologize to you for being unreasonable."

My expression was extremely sincere. Penelope hesitated for a moment and actually took the sweater I handed her and said to me: "Okay, I accept your apology and be nice to your dad. Don't lie to him anymore. Let's He’s worried.”

"Is there a logical connection between accepting an apology and being nice to my dad?" I asked in surprise.

In response to my question, Penelope said angrily: "You are really a scumbag." After that, she stuffed the sweater into her handbag, opened the door and left.

I was the only one left in the room. I couldn't understand Penelope's sudden anger. After sitting and thinking for a long time, I finally understood that maybe she accepted my apology for the time being and even made an exception to let me stay another night, just out of respect for Father Ban. Sympathy, she is still very indifferent and bored with me. In her eyes, I played with women's belly, deceived my own father, treated her rudely and did not keep my promises. I am not a scumbag.

Penelope did not live in this room that night. I thought: She must have other houses in this city, but why does she have to live here?

I racked my brains and couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it. There are always some strange people and strange things in this world. Besides, it's not too strange compared to the weirdness in the world, so there's no need to pursue it. After all, it is just a kind of performance art for the rich.

In fact, many times I quite like living in such a confused way, because the truth may mean pain, and only when you get it can you lose it. Therefore, if you don't know the truth, there will be no pain, and if you don't get it, there will be no loss.

When I arrived at the company the next day, after the planning department’s weekly meeting, Wesley and I walked out of the conference room side by side, followed by another colleague, Aidan.

I lit a cigarette, held it in my mouth, and waved to him: "Come over to Aidan."

Aidan looked at me warily: "What are you doing?"

"I heard you like outdoor sports"

"Yeah, I like it very much"

I smiled and said, "I have a set of professional outdoor sports equipment. I haven't used it much since I bought it. I sold it to you cheaply."

"You don't like outdoor sports, why do you buy outdoor equipment?"Aidan asked in confusion.

"It's just because I don't like it, so I haven't used it. It's just like new. I like it. It's Arc'teryx. It's cheap for you. I'll sell it to you for 2,000 a set." I hooked Aidan's shoulder and said.

"Really?"Aidan asked overjoyed.

I said impatiently, "It has to be true. Pay the money as soon as possible. I'll ask Wesley to bring it to you tomorrow. I've been keeping it at his house since I bought it."

Aidan counted 2,000 yuan from his wallet and handed it to me, and said, "Remember to bring it to me tomorrow. It will be useful for rock climbing next weekend."

I stuffed the money into my pocket and said, "You tell Wesley yourself."

Aidan then said to Wesley, who was not far away, and had been absentminded: "Wesley, remember to bring me the set of outdoor equipment that Maxwell left at your house tomorrow."

Wesley came back to his senses and asked with some confusion: "What outdoor equipment?"

"It's Maxwell's Archaeopteryx set. He sold it to me."Aidan explained patiently.

I took a long puff of cigarette and immediately walked to the bathroom. Wesley behind me yelled: "TD, you're selling wool, that's mine."

Then I heard Wesley helplessly say to Aidan: "Okay, don't feel wronged, I will bring it to you tomorrow."

After smoking in the bathroom, I returned to the office. There was a cup of coffee on the Wesley table, wearing radiation-proof glasses, and my fingers were clicking on the keyboard.

I turned on the computer, took the opportunity to play with the lighter in my hand while the computer was running, and chatted with Wesley: "I'm still working on the project to set up a counter in our mall."

Wesley didn't care about what happened just now, and sighed: "Yes, I have been busy for almost a week. The investment department has been waiting for our project to negotiate with i's representative."

I responded without asking any further questions. Wesley and I were at opposite ends of the spectrum. He was a hard worker at work and I was just muddling along. The result of these two completely different attitudes was that after working together for two years, Wesley was already a member of the planning department. , the leader of the copywriting and planning team, while I was still hanging around at the bottom.

Wesley suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard and stared at me for a long time with a worried look.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little confused about Wesley's strange behavior.

Wesley finally said: "I saw that you were in a bad mood two days ago. There is something I didn't tell you that Zoey and I are getting married next week."

"I'm finally married," I sighed subconsciously, and then my heart twitched with pain.

Wesley was able to meet Zoey entirely because of me and Emily. Zoey is Emily's best friend, and Wesley and I are Tie Ci'er. After Jian Emily and I fell in love, it provided Wesley and Zoey with the opportunity to get to know each other. They also fell in love.

During the college years, the four of us often did activities together and established a deeper friendship. We joked about it several times and planned to get married together after graduation.

It was a great joy for Wesley and Zoey to get married, but it also nakedly and ruthlessly exposed my pain and loneliness. After all, I could not continue my love with Emily.

Sometimes people's pain actually comes from comparison. But at this time, besides admiring and blessing Wesley and Zoey in pain and loneliness, what else can I do?

The past will eventually turn into dust, but the wind will not blow it away, falling on my heart, making my world ashes.

I smiled at Wesley and said, "Brother's wedding invitation is here, bring it as soon as possible."

Wesley nodded and took out the wedding invitation from the drawer and handed it to me. I opened it. On the photo of the wedding invitation, Wesley and Zoey were filled with happy smiles.

After a long silence, I asked Wesley: "When you get married, will Emily return to China?"

"You know, I haven't been able to contact her since she moved from Los Angeles to New York. However, Zoey sent her an email a few days ago, but she hasn't responded yet. No one can say whether she will get back."

"Oh, really?" I responded flatly, and stopped talking to Wesley. I pressed my fingers on the computer keyboard, but my eyes were blankly looking at the screen.