President, the Substitute Has Signed for It.

It rained all day. Chen Xiuying finished cleaning the last table and went to pull the rolling shutter. As soon as my hand touched the iron sheet, a man walked through the rain. Leather shoes tread water, pat, pat. He stood still under the lamp - a dark gray jacket, a platinum wedding ring on his ring finger, glowing coldly. He sat at the third table. The table had crooked legs and was covered with three old newspapers. Regular customers avoided it. She ordered a bowl of plain noodles and brought it over. He didn't move his chopsticks. "You and my wife look exactly alike." Chen Xiuying tightened her apron corners. He took out an envelope and then a photo. The woman in the photo has short hair and a white skirt, standing in the sunshine and smiling. The eyebrows and eyes are indeed similar to hers, but the eyes are clean, which is something she has never had before. "Her name was Su Wan. She died three years ago. Your name was written on the last page of the diary before she died." She pushed the photo back, her fingers as cold as ice. "I don't know her." "I'll come back tomorrow." The sound of leather shoes faded away, and in the end only the sound of rain was left. She looked down at the table. The envelope and photos are there. Turn off the lights and pull down the rolling shutter. The stairs creaked underfoot. She didn't want to turn on the light upstairs. Rain streaks slid down the glass. The crack on the ceiling extended from the light socket to the window. She had looked at it for three years and never thought it was just a crack. But tonight it got longer. It's still raining. Something came in with the man.