It's about children's paper outside Jingyuan.

"Jingyuan" is just you-I only have eyes for you.

I have an appointment with Chen Zhuang to play ball together this weekend. He asked me, "Hey, Mu Zhi, are you really going to open up the China market?"

I said yes.

He made an incredibly surprised expression: "But you know that the laws in the Mainland are not perfect, how can we guarantee that our interests will not be harmed?"

I bowed my head and waved my club gently: "I just sent an advance team to do a small-scale test, and there was no big move." What is there to be afraid of? "

He shrugged: "Everything there is at least ten years behind Canada. Just send someone casually. Why do you have to suffer personally? " But ... "He seemed to think about it, and suddenly thought he was smart, and suddenly realized:" I heard that there are many beautiful women in Jiangnan. Oh, you're drunk, not in a bar. "

I smiled, this brainless second ancestor.

After returning, I said to my father, "Why don't I make Liu the leader of the three Chinese families in Canada within five years?"

Dad was carefully wiping the antique porcelain bottle on the table with a piece of flannel. When he heard my words, he didn't look up: "How did that silly boy from the dealer make you happy?"

I sat on the sofa and said, "I've never seen such a brainless person." I was so surprised to know that I was going to China. Except Europe and America, other parts of the world are wild places. Even if the banker's wealth is enough for him to eat for the tenth time, he will be caught up by others as soon as he stops, and the banker is afraid that he will never be as beautiful as before. "

Dad sighed slightly: "It took you at least two years to prepare to enter the China market privately. Does he really know now? Didn't notice at all? How can you be so ignorant? Lao zi and Zhuang zi were not like this when they were young. I thought that year ... "

I sighed in my heart, my father is really old, and only older people love to recall the past.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, my son won't be like him in the future."

My words upset my father: "You are all right, but you are too withdrawn to make friends." Take Xiaozhuang as an example. I grew up playing with others, but what are you willing to say to him? So you don't even have a regular girlfriend! When can I get married at this rate? Or if you marry Guan, she will be fine. Don't give the chance to Xiaozhuang. If Zhuang and Guan get married, we will be in trouble. "

I deeply regretted what I said wrong, so I explained to my father, "I didn't tell Xiaozhuang because he didn't care about making money." He only cares about how to spend money faster. Besides, have I been reduced to selling myself for glory? "

Dad looked at me helplessly and said, "If you can find the person you love most in your life, of course I will be happy, even if she is a street garbage collector. However, if there is really no suitable candidate, Guan can also consider it. "

I avoided this topic and got up and went to my room: "Don't worry, Liu will never get a wife in this life."

I sighed when I looked at his glum appearance. He is still unhappy. In fact, his mother died for more than ten years, and he was never really happy. It's terrible that a person can love another person like this.

He is a poor man.

Of course, some people will say, "Pity him? Come on, if I can be as rich as he is, what does it matter if ten wives die? "

Maybe someone will say, "He just doesn't want to get married. Actually, he's not that hard. He didn't shed a tear the day his wife was buried. "

Besides my mother, I am the only person in the world who understands him.

Our tears will not flow in front of others, because we don't want to cry to others. I'll never forget the night my mother died, there was that kind of heartbreaking cry in his bedroom. I was so scared. I was twelve years old that year. I am afraid of losing my parents at the same time tomorrow.

The next morning, I didn't know how happy I was when he appeared in front of me neatly dressed. I threw myself into his arms and said, "Dad, you still have me. When Mom is by God's side, she will become the most beautiful angel watching us." But he looked at me, then slowly pushed me away and left without looking back. I'm embarrassed and stupid. Obviously, he doesn't need my comfort. That is, from then on, I understood that you shouldn't jump on others without knowing each other's thoughts, let alone confess to others at will, otherwise you will only be embarrassed.

Later, he seemed to recover, became very silent and calm, and flew all over the world as before. I hardly see him, Christmas, birthdays, winter and summer vacations, day by day, January and January. I really want to know how much I have been neglected, so I don't use the money that my secretary regularly puts into my account, and I don't want my secretary to tell him. Dad really didn't let me down, and it took me half a year to realize it. If Johnson hadn't told his father that I delivered milk and newspapers by bike and used my old computer to repair others as new ones, and Johnson's father told him that it might take a long time to find out that he hadn't spoken to me for so long.

He came back drunk that night, and I sat on the sofa watching the football match and waited for him. He saw me, grabbed me and asked, "Do you blame me?" But why don't you blame your mother? She left us, not us! God, your eyes are so similar to hers, I can't stand it, I really can't stand it! "

At that time, I was still very short, so I couldn't push him away easily, so I had to let him grab me and shake me.

He threw up so badly that I had to carry him to bed with all my strength. He lay there quietly, his eyes dripping with water. Seeing his face ten years older this year, I forgave him almost immediately.

Dad woke up that day and pretended it didn't happen. He just asked me, "I heard that you cheated many students at school?"

I honestly said, "I didn't cheat, I just sold them something."

Dad thought about it and asked me, "What are you going to do in the future? What major does the university intend to study? "

I replied, "A computer or a building is not a car."

He said, "Suit yourself, but why not add another finance course?"

I am noncommittal. He is always picky about things and is a person who is hard to be happy. The only person in the world who can make him happy is gone. If it will make him happier, then I will study finance.

But he is very cunning. He tricked me into buying stocks with the money I had saved for a year and didn't give me any advice. I was very angry. But then he lent me some money, and finally I 15 years old began to make money slowly. Thank God, God knows how stressful my life was during that time.

Before studying in England, I advised him to get married again. He said, "What if my stepmother abuses you?"

I was very angry, and he replied to everyone, as if I were Snow White, making everyone look at me strangely. In fact, all insiders know that this is his own fault. So I was too lazy to wave at him again and went to Cambridge alone.

He never married again, and the two of us lived alone, and the relationship was much better. Sometimes, he is lonely and occasionally has a girlfriend.

When I was 0/5 years old, Kloc-he dated a girlfriend for a long time. It's been almost a year. I remember her surname is Ma, who is more than ten years older than me. She is gentle and sensible, her hands are warm, she smiles like a little sun, and she has a good temperament. I thought she would disappear as soon as other women, so I didn't pay much attention to her at first, but later I found that no matter how indifferent I was to her, she always looked at me with a good temper and a smile, and my impression of her began to get better. Dad seems a little special to her, too. I thought they were getting married, so I secretly went to see the gifts in the boutique and prepared to buy them.

Of course not. I didn't have a stepmother who abused me until the end.

They have something to do with me respectively. Once, Miss Ma and I went shopping to buy a birthday present for my father. The salesgirl said, "Your brother and sister look so beautiful and delicate."

Miss Ma's face changed on the spot. Everyone knows that I don't look like my father and my facial features look like my mother. I stole a look at her, as if I had done something wrong, and she sighed. I know she's upset.

In fact, I have never been a talkative child, but seeing that she is so gloomy, I have to try my best to comfort her on the way back, and compare her with my mother (I hope my mother can forgive me in heaven): "My mother is a neat freak and never leaves the kitchen, but you can cook delicious dishes; My mother likes to be short-tempered, and when she gets angry, she shuts my father out, and you will never; My mother ... "I suddenly feel a lump in my throat, and I can't go on." When I was a child, my mother wouldn't help me. No matter how embarrassed I was, I always got up by myself. Sometimes she bit me, which made me very miserable, but I just missed her.

Teacher Ma looked at me gently and sadly: "But you will never forget her, and you will never accept anyone else. Your father will never fall in love with anyone but her. "

I hesitated: "If you marry my dad, I may not be able to call you mom, but I will never let you suffer like other stepsons."

Miss Ma's eyes welled up with tears. She said, "Mu Zhi, I know you did it for your father ... You are a good boy, but I may not be so lucky to be your mother. I love your father very much, but I can't love myself so much for him. "

Then Miss Ma disappeared, and her father wrote her a considerable check. It's a pity that she went out of town.

I told Guan that if you want your mother to stop introducing girlfriends to my father and he wants to get married, that woman must be versatile. First, she must learn how to bow her head.

Guan got a fright.

In fact, Guan is also a good girl, and both our families hope that we can become a couple. The only Chinese families in Canada are Liu, Guan and Zhuang, so she seems to have little choice.

She often rushes into my office, pretending to be a girlfriend, or forcing marriage: "Mu Zhi, if we are not married at the age of 30, why don't you marry me?"

I said, "Good! But I don't want to go home one day and see another girl lying in my bed. Others will mistake your lover for me. "

She was exposed to the truth and said bitterly, "Come on, Liu! Do you think anyone but me dares to marry you? He has a glib tongue and a more beautiful face than his wife. He cheated money since he was a child, and marrying you is a living sin! "

I am very glad: "thank you, thank you for your compliment!" " "

I'm almost crazy with gas. She hides it well from her elders, but in fact, her sexual orientation has been known by more and more people. If not, I might actually marry her.

Not because of love, of course, but because we don't love. It just happens that our identities are very suitable. I'm a little scared to see my father in such pain. It takes a lot of effort and money to love this thing, and the effort is often not proportional to the return. Why should I jump in? It's good to be like my uncle in this life. He has never been married, but he lives happily, playing horse racing and hunting dogs, treating them as his own children, doing business by the way, and living a long life. When he died, he left all his property to me, and his horse and dog were given to his father.

Dad was a little sad when he died. He said that the Liu people would never fall in love with a person, or that they would never fall in love with a person. My uncle's lover was missed by him. I thought to myself, if so, then I hope I can miss it myself.

But girlfriends are still friends.

/kloc-I started to have my first girlfriend at the age of 0/6. She is a French-Canadian girl. She is beautiful and has a great figure. Her hair is golden yellow, like dried rice. She has white skin and blue eyes. Many people in the school admire her. Once I played basketball with Chen Zhuang, I deliberately threw the ball next to her and said, Hi, blonde! How about picking up the ball! She looked at me and smiled. When I dated her, many people envied me, especially Chen Zhuang. It is almost inconceivable that Asians can find a beautiful girl on campus as a girlfriend. But she is not very clever and her grades are poor. I often have to cram for her. To tell the truth, I don't like girls who are too stupid-we have been dating for three months.

Next, I went out with several girls one after another. Among these girls, Elena is worth mentioning. She is a China girl I met when I was in Cambridge. It is said that she is a bodybuilder in China. That year, my father happened to go to London for business and dropped in to see me. He saw the girl.

He called her ugly: "the skin is not fair enough, but the lips are thick enough to be cut and cooked;" Shoulders are too wide-the Liu family doesn't need a hard-working wife. "

I protested: "Elena, this beauty is the most fashionable at present!" " I wonder how many girls in England want to be like her. That kind of copper skin is hardly as symmetrical as her tan. "

"Then they should all go to the construction site to do coolies. This skin color and figure are easy to practice. " Dad, come on.

"Your aesthetics are out of date."

"Are you? In my opinion, your mother is a real beauty. Who dares to say that my aesthetics are out of date? "

I have nothing to say. Mom is really a beauty. I will always remember her as a child, wearing a bright green dress, her skin is as white as fine porcelain, her figure is light, and her long black and shiny hair hangs in braids around her waist, so thin that she can hold it with both hands.

"However, there has only been one beautiful woman like her mother for decades." I have to answer.

"Even if you can't compare with her, at least you can see it."

In other words, Elena couldn't bear it, and Dad drifted away, leaving me with a lot of troubles. I don't know how to talk to Elena.

Elena is a very interesting girl. After my father left, she asked me, "Who is that tall and ugly middle-aged man?"

I think it's funny. Actually, the two of them should hit it off. Their eyes are so similar that they both think each other is ugly. I told her that was my father.

Elena was frightened and apologized to me frequently.

After half a month, one day at noon, Elena's handbag was accidentally knocked over and a pile of photos fell out. All the photos are about me, and one of them is a Canadian ranch left by my uncle.

I sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace, carefully read these photos and my life story report, and then looked up at Elena, who looked at me nervously.

I said, "Hi, honey, the picture is good, but if you want to know something, why don't you just ask me?" Finding a private investigator is actually expensive, and don't you think you respect me for doing so? "

Her face was tight and she looked at me like an enemy: "You will tell me? Tell me, are you Carl Liu's son? If you had intended to let me know, I wouldn't have been with you for half a year, and I always thought that you were just the son of an ordinary overseas Chinese, with some money at home, and saved up to send your son to Cambridge to worship his ancestors-instead of waiting until your father got off such a luxurious car, I didn't know you were so rich. You have been hiding it from me, why? "

I feel so innocent: "because you never asked me who my father was." As for what you asked me about my family, I said business is also true ... To be honest, I never thought Carl Liu was anything. "

"no! Not like this! " She suddenly shouted, "You are not honest with me at all. You are afraid that I only love your money and not your people, so you won't tell me! " You've been setting me up! "Then she burst into tears.

I was in distress situation, so I lit a cigarette and kept silent to calm her down. She fell on the sofa, wiped her tears and nose with the tissue I handed her, crying, accusing and accusing. In her mouth, I am a heartless person, and she hates me very much-women are really excited, especially when she wants to cover up her mistakes.

Finally, she stopped crying slowly, and I was relieved: "Elena, I never lied to you on purpose-believe it or not." From the moment I met you to now, I always felt beautiful, that's all. How could I lie to you? "

She looked up at me because she was sobbing just now, but she looked very happy after listening to my words: "You won't blame me, will you?"

I said, "No, it won't. I think maybe it's my fault. I didn't tell you who my father was from the beginning. Although I thought you were dating me, not my father. "

She hesitated: "What's next?"

I just nodded and made a gesture of asking. She turned her head slightly to one side and said shyly, "I have met your father. We have known each other for so long ... Should we ..."

I was silent for a while, thinking about how to answer this question, and finally I chose to be straightforward: "Elena, I think I made a terrible mistake and gave you a big misunderstanding." I think we feel good together, but if one day, you don't want to be with me anymore, I won't regret it ... know what I mean? "

She finally understood that her black eyes were indifferent and thorough because of tears. She sat up straight and asked me coldly, "Are you saying that you never loved me?"

"It should be said that I haven't fallen in love with anyone yet."

Elena first lowered her head and didn't say a word, then suddenly with a scream, vigorously threw the paperweights on the table at me. I dodged sideways, and the snow-white paperweight fell on the carpet, rolled to the fireplace and folded a corner. I feel distressed when I pick it up. My mother left this for me.

I put away my desk and said to Elena, who bowed her head and cried, "honey, I think maybe we can't be together anymore." I'll move out. I bought this apartment-although I didn't tell you before, you can stay as long as you want now. "

I have to pack my bags and find another house to live in. Winter in Cambridge is very cold. I drove aimlessly in the snow and began to regret it. Actually, I should have kept Elena at a proper distance from the beginning. This is still my fault.

After I found a new place to live, Elena called me and asked me to get the rest of my things. She walked around the carpet in a pair of gray wool socks, making coffee for me, and I leaned against the French window to drink strong coffee and smoke-as usual.

Elena, pack my things and take them out. I quickly thanked her. Physical labor should never be done by girls.

She sat down next to me, had coffee with me and asked me, "When are you going to break up with me?"

The tone was calm and seemed to have completely returned to normal, but I didn't answer her question, and the topic was sensitive. It would be foolish to answer truthfully.

"Maybe I'm stupid, but I must move in and live with you, and I won't even say hello to you, so that you are caught off guard. Because I thought you would fall in love with me like other men-not like now, I fell in love with you and you didn't. "

I can only keep silent. At this time, silence is noble.

"The day I moved in, you were going to separate from me, weren't you? But you don't know a better way not to hurt me-thank you, Mu Zhi, you are always so polite that people almost want to hit you. In fact, you should have told me earlier-so I wouldn't give up the chance to date the son of the Chinatown restaurant owner for you. By the way, do you let me live in another room because you hate me? Or ... "

I had to interrupt her: "Elena, in fact, I have many bad habits, such as being neat, unwilling to use what others have used, unwilling to share my space and thoughts with others, and so on." This has nothing to do with you, but with me. "

Hearing this, she felt much better: "but what about your future wife?" It's not the middle ages now, and husband and wife still have to share a room. "

I had to answer vaguely: "Who knows what will happen in the future."

She pressed her face against the window and looked at the snowflakes on the eaves outside, showing a wistful look: "I don't know who you will fall in love with and marry in the future." I hope ... she can torture you like you tortured me. Love, you want to avoid it, but it will follow you everywhere. I may not have understood it before, but now I fully understand it. "

I calmly let her finish, then drank all the coffee in one gulp and got up to get my coat: "Gypsy girl, thank you for your blessing for my future life. I hope I won't disappoint you. But now, I have to go first. "

She stood up and stopped me: "hey, listen to me, it may be a little late to say this now, but I want you to know that no matter whose son you are, I love you." It's true. The first time I saw you in the library, you were sitting in a window seat reading a book, with a gray sweater on your shoulders and the sun shining on you. It's really beautiful. You know, I've always liked people like you ... "She tried to come up with a word:" What word, yes, your son! That's the adjective! I screwed up all this myself, didn't I? "

I smiled: "It's not too bad. We will be very good friends ... who makes you think that I am a poor child for half a year? "

She also smiled heartily, revealing white teeth and sparkling eyes: "Who let you confuse me ... No rich boy will drive an ordinary car like you, don't spend time drinking, don't hire people, don't buy new clothes in the closet for half a year, just wear a dozen white shirts and five dark suits."

I shrugged: "Nothing special. I always just want to do what I want, as long as I feel comfortable. Why should I care what others think? "

She nodded: "I will have a better eye in the future and will not confuse diamonds with stones-I will move out after I find a new boyfriend, but I may have to occupy this house first."

I looked at her with a smile. Elena is really a girl I admire. I kissed her on the cheek: "Make it your home."

Then I left. When I went down to get the car, I didn't look up at the window because I didn't think it was necessary, either for her or for me. Now that we have decided to break up, why take one last look?

After breaking up with Elena, I decided to wear a pair of glasses She has always stressed that my facial features are exquisite and my eyes are too sharp, which is very uncoordinated. After the game, everyone thought it was very good. I think she is actually a good girl, at least she can be my appearance designer. But if I do marry her, what can I give her except a life of food and clothing? She is not as heartless as Guan. If she doesn't get what she really wants, she will be very disappointed. Maybe besides wealth, all I can give her is tears.

Even after I got married, I missed her, the neat girl (so much so that she caused me a moderate trouble-my wife is a powerful person). Since childhood, the family environment is not very good, and many things have to be won by ourselves. It is very difficult to study and work at the same time. It is unbearable for her to be a nanny in an ordinary family wearing the crown of a bodybuilder. Sometimes I can clearly see the resentment in her eyes, which is silent. In fact, I hope that under my protection, there will never be such an expression in my quiet black and delicate eyes.

Fang Jingyan-it's my wife and the one in Elena's successful curse.

Fate led me to meet her in China. She is a disaster in my life-a sweet disaster.

The first time I saw Jingyan, she jumped down from the high courtyard wall, like a little monkey, without any gentlemanly temperament. Compared with her two clever and quiet sisters, she was nothing at all. But when she raised her eyebrows, I was stunned by the sly light in her eyes. I just feel that this look is too familiar, and I can't remember the source at the moment.

I bent down and asked: Is it quiet?

Her eyes suddenly turned to disgust.

Gross? Don't like it? No one has ever seen me like this in my life. It is strange that I am not angry. I was tired of Jingyan's father's flattery, so I decided to stay.

I watched her every move while eating. Her expression is vivid and flexible. She washes her hands and face. She changed into a women's dress and gave me a stunning appearance.

She doesn't talk much, and her eyes occasionally glance at me at the touch of a button. Her mind is not on me, but my heart doesn't know when it began to haunt her.

I think only my father would do such a foolish thing as falling in love with a woman and losing his life, but I never thought that I also inherited his gene. So even if I can walk freely in the mall and win the world, I won't feel happy and satisfied. Perhaps Jing Yan is my only enemy and my only nemesis.

For this woman, I tried my best for the first time in my life. For this woman, I know the pain of my lover for the first time in my life. For this woman, I feel exhausted for the first time in my life. This road may be wrong. I repeatedly asked, if I had stayed away from her after I met her, instead of losing my heart with her black eyes, I wouldn't have been so miserable. If Elena met me in the first few years of my marriage, she might laugh at me, right?

"Will being tortured by your sister be a pleasure in your life?" Static instrument once asked me coldly.

"You overestimate my aesthetics." I snorted and occasionally felt a little indebted to this quiet sister. In fact, she is not the only girl I owe, but because she is Jing Yan's sister, I can't let go.

After I got married with Jingyan, I often looked for Jing Yi behind her back. I didn't expect a doll-like still to be reduced to playing the piano in the hotel lobby to make money. So even though I was in a foreign country, I called Jingyi many times to persuade her sisters to make up, and arranged for her to live in a high-class apartment in China. I know that although Jing Yan is a knife mouth, she is not rude to this sister, and I can't let Jing Yi die outside.

Actually, Jing Yi and I are somewhat similar. Under normal circumstances, she can't be angry. She always looks at the public coldly and has a natural sense of superiority in her bones. But she and I are friends and confidants at best, and we can't be lovers.

"You love your sister so much because she is the only woman you can't conquer with all your strength."

"You underestimate my vision and mind again." I patted Jingyi on the shoulder. "You can't understand me and her." She doesn't understand, and I won't tell her, because in a sense, even I don't understand. What am I enjoying in this marriage quagmire?

Jingyan didn't give me much good life. At first, she didn't know what I did behind her back. She just blamed herself deeply. She often wakes up in the middle of the night and says that she will read another man's name in her sleep. I have no other way to comfort her, but to tuck her in, or to wake her up from a nightmare and send her a glass of ice water with sleeping pills.

She has no gratitude for what I have done for her. Never appreciated it. Not even a sincere "thank you". Forget it, in fact, I will do anything for her, but what I want to hear is not those three heartless words "thank you"

One day, I decided to take her back, back to China, back to the land she couldn't forget in her nightmare, and let her face her demons and the surging undercurrent hidden between us.

Sure enough, after she returned to Jingyuan, everything was different.

It seems that this is the only one.