A good life should be full of expectations

"Pretty good." I was a little embarrassed - how could I ever be bothered to contact him since we both conspired to steal something? His existence is a reminder that I'm a useless guy and I can't say no to people, especially when this person is asking me for something in a very serious way and moving out to tell me that it's the right thing to do - I just, I can't say "no" in any way. "No, I'm frankly good, I am afraid to say "no". Ah ah forget it, I do not want to think about this matter, I allow myself not to face it for a while, can always be?

My sister came out of the house, expressionlessly took the phone out of my hands, and walked back into the room with it. Inside quiet for a while, I drink Sprite face to face: not easy, they did not quarrel.

This time and eh and eh gritted his teeth and said: "Well, two weeks, just two weeks, I do not care I also do not have time, you stop and I evaluate I can only take him for two weeks because I have to go a little out of town near the coffee beans, now the family more Nan Yin's grandmother, the third aunt is no longer possible to help people very busy - so, both can, and then you figure out how to go yourself ......"

I drank Sprite hand in hand, shaking each other and screaming at each other. We heard the lines, dear little alien Zheng Chenggong is coming back, although only two weeks, it is also good. But my sister's voice finally overshadowed ours. She screamed angrily into the phone late in the day, "Fang Jinghui you shameless! I knew you didn't have good intentions, if you still don't come to pick him up after two weeks I'll make you look good."

Isn't it said that a mother's love is great?

I can't possibly forget that April afternoon. To be precise, it was the beginning of April. Those days, fortunately, there were no dust storms in Longcheng. Spring in the north is as good as it gets when it's sunny, and between breaths, it's a vast ecstasy. I sometimes tell people my favorite season is autumn, and sometimes my favorite season is winter - but that's just a whim, trying to show that I'm different, and in my heart, spring has an irreplaceable place. It's like a bad street and soulless idol star that makes my heart flutter but I'm embarrassed to admit that I like it so much.

That day, to express my apologies for the spring season, I decided to skip school for half a day to play in my sister's store.

My sister was leaning lazily behind the bar, "How about going to dinner with me tonight?"

"Sure." I stared at her face in the same lazy manner, "Your makeup is getting better and better. But would eye makeup be a little heavy, in the middle of the day ......"

"Even if the eye makeup is heavy, it will be natural as it haloes there ......." She seemed too lazy to speak with strength, "But I tell you, after drawing the lower eyeliner and then putting a little loose powder, will maintain a little."

"Don't get it." I put my chin on the cold tabletop and looked at her, "Sis, why do you want me to go to dinner with you, shouldn't you invite Dr. Chen?"

"Motherfucker, do the right thing and stop talking about him, it's not even in the cards." She spat, "Surely you don't remember, the day after tomorrow is my birthday."

"Ah yeah right, tomorrow is the Qingming Festival." He laughed mockingly, "There are few guests today, so let's make it today. I don't know what's going on, but I suddenly kind of want to spend my birthday."

"Is it just the two of us? Plus Shelby?" I asked her tentatively.

"You want to call someone else, that's fine too." She didn't move.

"Got it." I deliberately used a coy tone, "Then I'll call Leng Suan senior."

"Little hoof." There was a rare tenderness in his smile.

Later we went to a new Hunan restaurant on College Road, my sister, Shelby, and I - naturally I didn't call Leng Suan senior, I just said so. I texted my brother, I told him, "Sister is planning to have a birthday today, come when you're free." Then he brought Zhaozhao along - a table full of dishes, almost all of which were eaten by both Zhaozhao and Shelby. That night, my sister ate very little, drank a lot of wine, she always talked and laughed, is really very open water kind of smile, laughing and smiling, the corner of the eye occasionally tears, the light-soaked, eyeliner or unfortunately spread a little in the corner of the eye, but it does not look downcast. I do not know why, what she said I followed her laugh, at first it felt that if I did not laugh the scene would not be too awkward, to later truly feel that the night was so good. Zhaoge is forever playing with her phone unmoved on one side, and Shelby had to come up to her brother and exaggerate her excitement - to find someone at this lonely dinner table to show her goodwill, "You know what? Little brother will be back in Dragon City for a few days soon." The brother didn't make a sound, but gave Shelby a surprised look, then laughed softly.

His smile was like fragile ripples, held carefully by his eyes, his gaze moving hesitantly, as if afraid to break them. He finally looked into his sister's eyes and paused, and the smile sort of precariously survived until this moment. My sister responded to him with a beautiful and open smile without hesitation, but her mouth was cursing: "That son of a bitch Fang Jinghui is playing tricks again." "Sis--" I nudged her shoulder, "I don't think he's bad."

"Not bad?" She turned her face to stare at me, "He's the reason I'm here today."

"What kind of talk is that?" I laughed at her ridiculous logic.

"Because he knew full well that I didn't deserve him." Her eyelashes flashed and she said softly, "When you insist on being with someone when you know they don't deserve you, it's your fault."

"You're not a child either, you're just as much an adult, he wants to be with you, you can refuse." I chickened out but said it anyway.

My sister smiled once again, she was so charming tonight. She had completely ignored the silence that filled the table, "I can't refuse, are you satisfied? I know I don't deserve him, so I can't say no. I know that's a chance for me anyway, and that's why it's not fair. Nan Yin, you don't understand."

She suddenly hugged me tightly, "Bunny, you don't have to understand this. But you remember, never be with someone you despise, never love someone you despise, because you will harm him. Who can always be kind to the people they despise? It's a saint, right? But you are not a saint you are a living ......" she spoke in a softer and softer voice, like a whisper.

She cupped my face and looked straight at me, "If one day you find that you find that Su Yuanzhi despises you, then again, you can't let go, but also leave you to understand? Do not allow him to feel great, and do not allow him to feel aggrieved, that time you will feel like an idiot. Nan Yin," her expression was like when she was a child, planning to take me along to do something bad, "that kind of taste once you've tasted it, you can't forget it for the rest of your life."

"You're drunk." I whispered, tears came out unguardedly, there was no way, I was always so humiliated, "Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" I forced myself hard to say the words out, but I no longer had any strength to say clearly what I was sorry for. I had to cry hard as if this would explain everything.

I heard Shelby sigh and then greeted Zhaoge with a strange smile, "Don't mind them, it's okay to get used to them. Let's finish this plate of leftover food together, it's not good to waste." I rubbed the back of my hand hard against my face a few times, tears fell all over my fingers, and gradually, again, I seemed to forget what I was crying about.

My brother finally stood up and walked around half of the table towards us, there were no customers in the restaurant at this time, it was quite quiet, my brother stopped between me and my sister, pulled a chair from the empty neighboring seat, and sat down. He rubbed my head just as hard as I expected, then finally reached out his arm and put it around my sister's shoulders.

"Too much to drink." He said, his palm seeming to press hard on my sister's arm, "Come on, look, you're scaring Nan Yin."

The sister's arms were like vivid flower petals, fighting to stretch out from inside her brother's arms and tightly encircling his back. Sister didn't say anything, but she couldn't wait to close her eyes, just like a tortured person finally expecting a belated death. Her whole face relaxed at this moment, the corners of her mouth seemed to rise slightly against the light, and I knew that she had waited a long time.

"You hate me so much, don't you?" She said so.

"Teacher Zheng." I heard Zhaoge's voice ring out with unusual clarity as she gazed into the corner of the hotel, and I thought that maybe her voice wasn't clear, maybe because it contained a bit of unprecedented strangeness.

A young man came out of the restaurant's bathroom and slowly walked towards a small table with only two seats in the corner of the room. On it were two empty beer bottles, a poorly made glass, and a stack of shredded seaweed. He was wearing a dark blue zip-up hoodie, very old jeans, and sneakers. I couldn't tell how old the man was, and I thought, say twenty-three or four, I believe; say twenty-seven or eight, there's nothing unbelievable about it.

"He ......" Zhaoge tossed his head hard, "when did he come in?"

With my face full of undried tear marks, I faithfully turned my head to look at the man again.

"Don't look back, don't you go look at him," Zhaoge ordered me sharply, her voice trembling. Then she said as if she was about to cry, "Teacher Zheng, don't look back at him, I beg you, he's the man I saw on the bus that day."

I suddenly realized. I hadn't realized what had happened. But I left my chair, walked behind Zhaozhao, and took her hand in mine - so cold.

The man peacefully gave us a few seconds of his back. Eventually turned around slowly.

"Come sit down." My brother's tone was relaxed like greeting a person playing cards. Zhaoge's collection spasmed heavily at that very moment.

He swept an expressionless glance at all of us, his eyes roughly skimming each person over like a mop.

Brother pointed to Zhaoge, "have been following for so long, aren't you tired?" He finished with a sigh as if he had just completed a long, dusty trip.