The 13th Section of the Left Ear (13)

  Article 13: Left ear (13) Now it tells me that the time is exactly seven o'clock in the evening.

  I suddenly felt extremely hungry, I don't know if the sleeping child would be hungry too, but I knew that before he woke up, I should think of a way to get him something to eat. I tiptoed out of the room and came outside, opening the refrigerator in the kitchen. The fridge was still shamelessly empty, it even dared to call itself a fridge, I slammed the fridge door shut, opened the electric rice cooker, and saw that there was half a pot of rice left. I stretched my nose to take a sniff, it smelled good, edible.

  I decided to cook a pot of egg fried rice, to feed myself and also to feed my loved one.

  Of course, I also need to feed my cat Xiao Dou.

  I suddenly feel like I'm a lovely good woman who is alive and full of responsibility.

  I started to stir-fry my egg fried rice with all the tenderness in my heart. God knows, this is my specialty, I was doing it with ease and even had time to go to the backyard to pick some scallions and small greens when the oil was burning in the pot. Just as I was about to finish, I suddenly heard the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.

  My goodness gracious.

  I quickly put out the fire, quickly returned to my hut, and quickly locked my door.

  About a minute later, the old lady started pounding on my door: "What are you doing with your door closed? Come out! Can you hear me? Open the door!"

  Zhang Yang was startled awake by the fierce knocking at the door. I covered his mouth and shrugged my shoulders helplessly, signaling him to remain silent.

  He hastily began to put on his clothes and pants, looking at the ambiguous mark on the sheet with an even more flustered gaze. The old woman was still diligently carrying out her great work of knocking on the door: "Lí bā lā, come out! Don't think I don't know what you're doing!"

  I nodded at Zhang Yang from the window and signaled him to climb out of the window.

  Zhang Yangxin led the spirit, he held my face, and forcefully sucked on my lips for a moment. Then, he leaned against the window and disappeared into the night quietly.

  I quickly closed the window. Turning around, I grabbed a handful of dirty clothes and old magazines to cover the bed sheet, then opened the door and lazily asked: "Aren't you tired? You're getting older, take care of your body."

  The old lady slipped into my room with a nimble figure, her posture and eyes somewhat like those of a special agent in an American movie. She scanned my room with piercing eyes, then asked me: "Where is the person?"

  "Who is it?" I said.

  "I saw someone lying on the bed when you rushed into the room just now."

  "You're really interesting." I sat down on the pile of clothes on the bed, casually flipped open a magazine and said: "Take a look, after you've finished reading it, please get out, I want to sleep."

  "I'm warning you." She walked closer, her finger pointing straight at the tip of my nose. "You can do whatever you want, but not here, or else get out!"

  "Where do you want me to go?" I asked her. "The property rights of this house are my father's, don't forget."

  She turned around and walked away in a huff.

  I closed my door, sat down and cleared my mind. I decided to tackle the issue on my bed sheet first. I didn't rip off the entire sheet, but instead went to the bathroom, fetched a basin of water, found a brush, grabbed a small piece of soap, squatted on the floor and slowly, patiently scrubbed it clean. As I watched the stain dissolve and fade away, I smiled to myself, thinking what a great day today was, I finally got what I wanted, giving myself to him.

  What bliss, and what a lingering aftertaste.

  7

  That night, I didn't want to go anywhere. Wearing my dirty jeans and pink thin sweater, I strolled alone by the riverbank. My mood was surprisingly good, even humming a little tune. Again and again, I recalled Zhang Yang's face as he approached me, and my own beautiful face reflected in his dark eyes, like a looped night movie playing in my mind, intersecting and replaying over and over, tirelessly.

  After waiting for so long, I'm overjoyed, and finally the one I love loves me back.

  I leaned against a tree trunk by the river, took out my phone, and the orange screen lit up my slender fingers. I pressed the phone number one digit at a time, and it rang for a long time before someone picked up. It was a lazy-sounding male voice: "Who's looking for Zhang Yang?"

  "I did," I said, lighting a cigarette.

  "He went to evening self-study."

  "Oh." I said.

  He hung up the phone, he didn't even ask who I was, and he didn't care at all.

  I guess that person should be Zhang Yang's father, maybe he was called by too many girls, so his curiosity is gone. I still feel a bit neglected, and my mood has dropped from boiling point to freezing point. Maybe it's because of hunger, the cigarette tastes exceptionally bitter in my mouth, I walked back and forth under the tree for two laps, my mood started to get irritable, I decided to go to the noodle shop to fill my stomach first. Jump! ~!

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