My Terrible Life in Those Years

When she makes a phone call, I try to avoid it.

She went outside, and the door was closed behind her.

Her voice fluctuated, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like riding a roller coaster.

Then, less than a minute later, I heard a loud bang from inside the door.

It was the kind of loud bang that comes from something hitting a door.

I was thinking to myself, "This guy's got a huge temper, he threw something?"

Did they throw the kettle on the door?

I suddenly looked at my hands, and the kettle was in my hands!

What did she throw?

My heart skipped a beat. Oh my god, could it be that they threw my phone?

Finished!

That force, that sound of the impact—it must be pulverized!

My heart sank, and I quickly pushed the door open.

Sure enough, the phone cases were scattered all over the floor, and the SIM cards were knocked off and thrown against the door.

She stood there, silent and motionless, her eyes vacant. When I entered, she reacted as if I were a shadow, something that didn't exist.

I put down the kettle, quickly picked up my phone, and checked if it was broken.

Thankfully, she didn't hit the door too hard. Because the door was thin, the sound was loud, making it sound like she used a lot of force.

It really is the most durable phone. Even after she threw it out like that, after I put the case back on and inserted the SIM card, the signal was still strong and there was no noise.

It's just that the outer casing is a little damaged.

I was just finishing testing my phone and was about to go check on her when she finally came to her senses. After taking half a minute to figure out who I was, she pounced on me.

They wrapped their arms around my neck, hugged me tightly, and held me close.

If I weren't physically strong, I would have been almost breathless from that kind of tight hug.

Then, I felt my chest area, and my clothes immediately became wet.

She was crying silently, her tears flowing like a river of sorrow, soaking my shirt.

She didn't cry out a sound, not even a little.

But her body kept trembling, and the pain kept replaying in her mind and body.

No wonder that bastard took a liking to her!

Don't blame me for having romantic thoughts. To be honest, I understand her, but I really can't fully empathize with her feelings.

If I were her, I would leave him and his workplace immediately.

Secondly, just take a knife and castrate him!

But she's not me! We've only known each other for three days.

Most importantly, the scene of helping her change her pants, carrying her out of the bathroom, and her snow-white legs suddenly popped into my mind!

Damn!

So, when I was lost in thought and suddenly had an inexplicable reaction down there, she was startled awake.

Her little face was flushed, probably because she had finished crying. Her face was white with a hint of red, and she glared at me resentfully.

It's my fault for reacting so badly at this time, ruining her sad mood!

"You, you go to work, I need some peace and quiet!"

It was clear that she was very upset.

"Then you can't let your imagination run wild anymore, and don't go looking for him again. If there's anything you can't figure out, come find me at the barbecue stand!"

I know she must have had a falling out with him just now, and it's time for her to have some peace and quiet.

Besides, I feel that I have absolutely no desire to get involved in this kind of thing, nor can I, nor should I be involved.

If you need any help, it's a matter of principle, no problem.

Besides, I need help with my own relationship, how can I possibly help others?

"Is your phone broken?"

That's when she noticed the phone I was holding.

"She's as bad as it gets. You look so frail, how come you have such a strong grip?"

When I saw that she seemed to have come to her senses after crying, I deliberately teased her a little.

"Then give it to me, I'll take it to get it fixed. If it doesn't work, I'll buy you a new one when I get paid."

Du Yan snatched the phone, opened the cover, and checked it. She didn't find anything wrong, and seeing the smile on my face, she understood.

She glared at me again and deleted the call logs.

I was startled. This girl is so meticulous? Is she afraid of leaving a call record? Or is she afraid I'll look for his phone number? He must have taught her that!

I sighed and shook my head, watching her slowly close the door, a vague feeling of unease creeping into my heart.

Can a bout of crying really resolve that kind of hysteria?

Obviously not. Given how stubborn this girl is, there's a 99% chance she'll wait until I leave the house and there's no longer any obstacle before going out to look for him.

Slamming down a phone isn't enough.

A thought struck me, so I went back inside, tidied myself up, took off the clothes she had wet, locked the door, and went out.

"Du Yan, I'm going out. Remember to call me if you need anything!"

She didn't say anything.

I went downstairs, but instead of heading towards the barbecue stall, I hid in a corner behind the gate and waited quietly.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Du Yan, who had changed her clothes, looked even paler.

He was a little unsteady on his feet, and it took him a lot of effort to close the door. Why did he slam down my phone so hard?

I sighed, stood up, and asked, "Where are you headed, girl?"

She was startled and turned around to see me.

Her face flushed again, a little embarrassed.

"You still want to go see him? Is that right?" I didn't have time to chat with her any longer; it was almost time for me to go to work.

She lowered her head dejectedly: "I can't sleep unless I ask him again in person!"

I muttered to myself, "Don't go running around tonight. Today's my last day working at the barbecue stand. Tomorrow, how about tomorrow night? If you really want to go, I'll go with you. Aren't you afraid something might happen if you go alone like this?"

She looked at me with surprise.

"Don't look at me like that. Let me tell you, if I didn't owe you a favor, I wouldn't bother going with you to see that bitch!"

I spoke in a deliberately fierce tone.

I grabbed her arm and half-pulled, half-dragged her along.

"Forget it, you definitely won't listen to what I say. You're coming to work with me, and I'll have to keep an eye on you. Otherwise, as soon as I leave, you'll definitely run off on your own again! If you really do run off and something happens, even God will blame me!"

She's very light; I don't need to exert much force to pull her.

I bought several bags of fruit, which I had promised Wan Ning to treat them to.

I arrived at the stall at seven o'clock.

When Xiao Luo saw that I had brought someone with me, and that she was a beautiful woman, he looked a little dumbfounded.

"Xiao Luo, I'm covering your shift today, you can leave early."

This is also the half hour I owed him yesterday, and I'm repaying him an hour today.

Uncle Ye glanced sideways and saw me bringing Du Yan over, but he couldn't understand what was going on with me.

When I settled Du Yan into the shop, Kang Ning and Wan Ning looked at me with complete confusion.

I can do the work myself, but why did I bring someone with me? And a pretty girl at that?