My daughter Nuonuo was joked by her classmates in kindergarten that she had no mother. I wanted to quietly resolve it with a pack of biscuits, but instead the other parent was so angry that she cried in the principal's office. The next day, the whole community of owners spread the word: "That dad who repaired things made that single mother cry." Me:? ? ? What's even more outrageous is that former colleague Zhou Rui came to the store to show off, saying that he had stolen my previous customers. I smiled and handed him a restored antique comb - and then watched as he combed his hair in front of the goddess, and the teeth of the comb fell apart one by one. Gu Tang, the owner of the flower shop next door, comes to borrow a charger, and every time he "accidentally" encounters my boiled white fungus soup. Downstairs, Aunt Sun Yulan introduced me to partners every day, but her taciturn son lowered his head and played with a lighter every time he saw me. I, Shen Xihe, can fix things all over the world, but I can't fix the most broken hole in my body - for example, why does my heart beat like an overloaded machine when I see Gu Tang's smiling face?
The moving company's truck was still blocked on the Chengxi Elevated Highway. I stood at the elevator entrance of Lancheng Garden for twenty minutes with my woven bag on my shoulder.
The strap of the woven bag dug into the shoulder, and the tool box inside pressed against the collarbone. Lancheng in July is as hot as a steamer, and the heat on the cement floor climbs up the trouser legs.
Lin Xiaohe squatted on the steps outside the unit door, his thumbs swiping rapidly on the screen of his mobile phone. The blue light reflected her chin without even raising her head.
"Xiaohe, come here and wait." I said.
She didn't respond. White headphones were plugged into his ears, and the cord came out of his collar.
The words "The elevator is almost here" got stuck in my throat. In the past three years since her mother left, this kind of
