Chapter 102 - I’m a man, and single (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Didi freezes. She probably did not think that I would suddenly come out of this kind of words. She freezes for a while, then says: “I… I haven’t thought about that… But Amy lives with us right now. If we let her move right away, where can she move to? Can’t she sleep on the street?”

I laugh: “I’m not so bad-hearted! I just think, since there are differences with living habits, and she cares so much about it. I think, young men and women, living together, will inevitably have similar misunderstandings in the future. Who can guarantee such things won’t happen again? Damn! Today, she threw me with a knife, next time, I don’t know what would happen. We all have different ideas, so we can only say that it is not suitable to live together. She can stay here and when she finds a new place to move. If she refuses to move, then I can let her live in this house. We can find a new house and move to it ourselves.”

To tell the truth, I think I have done my best to say these.

Amy is my friend indeed. But a friend can’t bully people like that. Can’t she lose her temper like that?

I don’t owe her. Why should I persist in letting her? She’s not my wife! She’s not my mother either!

At the other end of the phone, Didi hears my tone of determination. Her tone is timid: “Brother Little 5…. You say that because you are still angry. Maybe it’ll be all right when your anger eases.”

I sigh, think better of it, and say: “Actually… I was really angry when I came out. Now thinking about it, I’m almost all right. But all of a sudden, I think maybe this way might be good.”

Didi doesn’t speak. I say patiently: “You look, I’m a single man, she’s a single young girl. Can you picture of living together like this all the time? In today’s society, there are many men and women are living together, but most of them have reasons. Moreover, I think it’s not convenient for us to continue live together now. Take today’s case as an example. Since we are uncomfortable to live together with each other, we should live separately. We don’t have to live together, do we?”

There’s another word in my heart that I haven’t spoken out.

I think my relationship with Didi has developed well, if everything goes right in the future. Then there is always an outsider in our family, it will be inconvenient. I think it’s a good and rational way to live apart with Amy.

Then I’m saying again: “Well, you tell her that if she likes the house, then I can move away. Just keep the house for her.”

My tone is calm, but firmly. Didi does not say anything, but sighs slightly.

After hanging up the phone, I think about it and ask myself whether it is not justified for me to do so. Is it bad for a friend? But then I decide on my mind.

I have done nothing wrong. At least we will always need to live apart in the future. I can’t live with Amy all my life, can I? Separate right now and give her the house, I have done my best.

Maybe today’s misunderstanding is just an opportunity. I am not proposing separation for this misunderstanding, but this misunderstanding has become an opportunity.

Although I have thought it through, I still have a bad taste in my heart.

I always feel that this thing is somewhat baffling, let my feeling very unpleasant! After a short walk, a mind suddenly occurs to me that I had better find a place to temporarily stay for tonight.

Even if I’m looking for a new house, I can’t find it right away.

It’s still early at the afternoon anyway, I find several real estate brokerage companies to register. I do have some money now and I have the courage to buy a new house.

Although I have given Nanny 6 million of the lottery bonus, I still have hundreds of thousands of savings in my own bank account. How grateful is that the three hundred thousand from Jimmy Chou still lying in my bank account.

My registration requirements for the houses are: spacious, bright, convenient transportation, and I require no renovation, can move in to live, the best is to have complete living facilities.

After I registered with several real estate agencies, it is evening already. I think about it and call Azle. I ask him whether I could stay at his house tonight.

As a result, when this bitch answers the phone, he says shamelessly that he can’t let me stay because he will take a girl home tonight.

Joy surfeited turns to sorrow! I curse him viciously inside my heart.

I take a look at another number on the phone book, it’s Jojo’s… Er… Never mind.

I don’t want to go to bed in the middle of the night and hear two women’s noises in the next room.

So, at last my eyes stop at Wood’s name.

“Wood, can I stay at your house tonight?”

“OK! Just come!”

Just so easy.

Hang up the phone, I’m happy again. Wood is a good buddy indeed!

I’m a little touched. Looking at the time, Wood is about to leave the clinic. I immediately turn around back to drive the car out. On the way, to express my gratitude, I also find a restaurant and buy half of a roast duck to put in the car.

Wood’s home is located in a small neighborhood built in the early 90s, not very old, but the neighborhood built in that time was basically lack of property management.

I’m not the first time come to his house. I knock at the door. He opens with a calm face, takes the roast duck in his hand, takes a look at it, and throws it on the table.

When I enter the door, the living room is not big enough to hold a sofa. There is only a dining table. Without saying a word to me, he turns and enters the room.

I take a look at the door and freeze. Is this his room?

I see about fifteen square bedrooms with a big bed, a TV cabinet and an old wardrobe beside them. But none of this matter. Importantly, the room is full of the books! All of them are the comic books.

On the windowsill, beside the pillow, on the bedside cabinet, on the bookshelf, on the floor, piles of comic books, I even feel very difficult to enter!