Tenant's Secret Love

Chapter 142: Happy Harassment

In the setting sun, I just looked at Renee like this. Finally, I put down the racing car in my hands, smiled and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Renee didn't respond but picked up the down jacket I had spread out on the ground, pulled my arm and helped me put the down jacket back on, saying with some reproach, "Don't you know you'll catch a

Renee laughed and said, "Stop being silly, hurry up and tune the car, I'll squat for a while."

Looking at Renee's smile, I was momentarily distracted. I remembered that she really hadn't smiled at me much lately. In order to keep that smile going, I hurriedly squatted on the ground again to tune the car.

After a moment, the car finally started smoothly under my tuning. I handed the remote control to Renee and said, "Take it and play with it."

But Renee unexpectedly shook her head and said, "I bought it for you."

"Ahhh... didn't you say it was a gift from your friend?"

"That was after I got angry. You always make me unhappy!"

I was touched, but still said with a smile, "I know you're still angry about the other day, but there's still a chance to make it up. You'll be back next month anyway, so I'll go buy you a case!"

"Silly...who wants you to buy a case."

I smiled sheepishly, a little embarrassed to face her, because at the moment our conversation was a bit like flirting between young lovers.

Seeing that I was silent, Renee said to me seriously, "I actually bought this racing car last time and was going to give it to you after dinner, but..."

"But I left you behind and went out, which made you lose your appetite for dinner, right?"

"I'm glad you know." After a short pause, Renee asked again, 'Can you tell me who asked you out that night? You look so worried!"

I hesitated for a moment, but then told her honestly, 'Brittany, she asked me out that night."

Renee nodded, her gaze no longer on me but a little lost as she looked at the group of noisy children by the fountain.

...

After we came out of KFC, it had completely darkened, and the three of us, standing in the cold winter wind, also ushered in the moment of parting.

I said to Renee, "I'll walk Smile home later. You've been quite tired lately, so you should go home and rest early."

"I'll walk her home. Tomorrow is the weekend, so it won't affect her rest,"

said Smile, who was holding a Family Bucket, suddenly interrupting. He added, "You adults who are in a relationship should go to the movies on Friday nights, right?"

Renee and I looked at each other, and I finally said, "You little brat, learning to gossip at such a young age, who told you we were in love?"

"No way, being in love is so happy!"

I was helpless in the face of Smile's simple logic, and looked at Renee before saying to him, 'We are tired of being harassed by happiness!"

Smile scratched his head for a long time, asking Renee for help, saying, 'Sister referee, what does this mean?"

Renee smiled and said, "Don't pay any attention to him. He just likes to act deep and mysterious!"

I didn't say anything in response to Renee's denial and sarcasm, but that definitely doesn't mean I admit to acting deep and mysterious. Because the so-called tired of being harassed by happiness is a real thing, it just takes time to understand the meaning behind it. I'm sure at the moment Renee doesn't have the emotional energy to understand it deeply.

...

In the end, Renee and I walked Smile to his place together, and after chatting with his grandfather for a while, the two of them left.

Walking along the path in the shantytown, the cold wind pounded against the alley towards us. I was worried that Renee would not be able to withstand the cutting wind, so I took off my down jacket again and put it on her.

She still refused to wear it, so I forced the down jacket around her and said reproachfully, "Have you forgotten how you caught a cold last time? ...If you're weak, don't try to be strong!"

Renee was at a loss for words in the face of my firmness, and finally gave up struggling. She said to me, "You just don't catch a cold."

"For a man, catching a cold like this is a blessing!"

"Masochist,"

I laughed and said, "Wait until we get out of this alley to scold me. The wind is really strong here, and even I, a masochist, can't stand it anymore!"

Renee nodded, but suddenly put my hands, which were red from the cold, into the pockets of the down jacket she was already wearing, so my left hand was warmly wrapped.

I was stunned for a long time before following in her footsteps towards the end of the alley. Our shadows were close together, as if we were getting warmth from each other to protect against the cold.

...

Back home, I lay on the bed after washing up and smoking as usual, recalling every moment since I met Renee, and suddenly realized that we had already gone through two seasons.

I still clearly remember that rainy day in late autumn, how I so rudely threw her quilt and sheets off the bed upstairs, and how she tricked me into the wilderness and made me suffer... And also, when she travelled thousands of miles to find me in Xuzhou, I played the guitar for her as she snuggled against me and cried.

It turns out that we have already experienced so much in the changing of the seasons. I just hate that I don't have Abner's high emotional intelligence. If I also recorded all this on a DV, maybe every night I could reminisce about it with the images and feel fulfilled!

I extinguished the cigarette in my hand and looked again at the photos I had stolen that were displayed on the cabinet in the distance. Although I couldn't see them clearly in the dim light, I could still see her heart, which needed comfort. But why can't I be a brave person?

Maybe I really am inferior. I'm afraid I can't comfort her broken heart. It seems that all I can do for her now is cook a meal, give her a coat to keep her warm, and occasionally do something mean to make her angry.

Can these insignificant acts really sustain a love that is so vastly different?

What an insoluble proposition! But if I don't try, how will I ever get an answer? And if I try and it doesn't work out, won't that just make the pain worse for both of us?

And the above is already an optimistic assumption. If I'm pessimistic, I won't even get the chance to try, because there's another man by Renee's side who treats her with the utmost care: Abner. If I'm compared to Abner, I have no doubt that I'm a zero with a combat effectiveness of 5.

So I really should go to bed! I don't want to keep worrying about things that are so unreliable... Finally, I turned off the light and, in the dark room, repeatedly experienced the loneliness of being alone.

But the loneliness that was gradually getting better was interrupted by a sudden ringtone from my phone, but it was Renee who had sent it.

"Lucas, I just forgot to tell you, why don't you meet Harlan, Mark and me tomorrow afternoon to talk about it?"

This message instantly made me forget my loneliness just now, because it concerns the fate of Harlan and Mark's jobs. I look forward to Renee giving them a good result tomorrow!