My Sunshine
Chapeter 1
To see him again, is seven years later in a crowded supermarket, packed with people everywhere.
Mosheng Zhao pushing a shopping cart alone, struggling to stop or go in the crowd.
She had just returned from abroad.
Seven years!
How could she met him when she just arrive to China? No, rather, it should be them.
Mosheng stood silently watching them. Once again, she felt how wonderful fate is.
Seven years ago, because of them she finally made the decision to go abroad.
Now they buy things together, then eventually they live together.
She thought she was so silly. Yichen He, Yimei He, how would she thought they have same surname and similar first name are siblings.
"We are not brother and sister, Yichen's family and my family are very good neighbors before. And We have same surname, so our parents would like to name us similar. Chen's father and mother died because of accident. Thus my family adopted Chen"
" Do you think you are better than me? Chen and I have almost twenty years good time together. Chen is my childhood sweetheart"
"I want to tell you today, I love Chen, I do not want to surreptitiously love him, I want to compete with you openly."
The day before Mosheng's nineteen-year-old birthday, Yimei told her these. Yimei is a gentle and soft girl and she never compete with others. Thus, she must love Chen so much.
How should she compete with Yimei? They are childhood sweetheart. She lost the battle, and then fled to the United States for seven years.
Chen— She suddenly thought his unfeeling words he said that day. Mosheng feels hurt.
They came to her direction, she wanted to turn around immediately. But the supermarket is too crowded, she could not push the shopping cart to turn around. While at next moment she thought why should I escape? She should said to them:"Hey, long time no see." Then go away, leaving them a beautiful view of back. What is more, they probably did not recognize her. She changed a lot, her flowing hair became short hair, California sunshine burn her fair skin to she wearing a large T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, she had a huge change.
They slowly, step by step, approached, and then ….pass.
Not without heartache.
" Do you want to buy some milk?" Yimei's soft voice.
"….."
She could not hear Chen's answer. She really miss Chen's sound.
Lost, but also relieved. Mosheng lifts her bowed head, stride forward.
"Bang", Mosheng's shopping cart hit the a pile of coke. Mosheng watching hundreds of pieces of coke collapsed down.
" oh my God! This is the third time today." a supermarket clerk said.
This big sound attracted the attention of people around her, including Yimei. Yimei just casually looks to that particular noisy place, then she stunned. She could not believe her eyes. Mosheng came back?
"Yimei" Chen puzzled about her reaction, he looked where Yimei was watching.
His body instantly stiff.
Mosheng Zhao!
He looked at Mosheng.
Seven years. She knows to come back?
" let's go, Yimei" Chen said
Yimei felt so surprised that Chen was calm. " You do not want to say hello to her? Maybe…."
"She is not the person in my life." seems nothing happened before.
Yimei looked at him " Let's go".
A glance to Mosheng, Yimei found Mosheng saw them and she saw a shallow smile on Mosheng's face.
Yimei asked "Chen"
"Ah?"
"She…" Yimei looked back to the crowd, Mosheng had left.
"what's wrong?"
" oh, nothing" she obviously saw them, why she left? And Chen also saw her….
Chapter2
Mosheng never thought she will come back here one day.
During an interview, the editor asked her: "Miss Mosheng, why did you choose to work in A city?
Mosheng suddenly do not know how to answer. Why is this city? Because I had more than one year undergraduate study here? Because I knew him at here?
She did not know the answer for this question until she met him in the supermarket. Although he does not belong to her, but she just wanted to see him again.
"Probably, because I can not go back home." Mosheng said. Editor studied at her for a long time and decided to hire her as a magazine photographer.
She felt uncomfortable that the editor over value her work experiences abroad.
"It was just a small magazine company". Mosheng said this to the editor.
Editor said " I know it is difficult for a Chinese person to work in the United State as a photographer."
Her work is settle down, she still need go to supermarket for shopping. She did not meet them again. Until one day a supermarket security stop her.
" Miss, could you come to the security room?"
"Miss, I'm not malicious, I just want to ask you a month ago did you lost something in our supermarket."
Mosheng went to the security room, the security gave her a black wallet.
Mosheng knew this is not hers, although she did not look inside of this wallet. "You made a mistake. This is not mine".
Security was unexpectedly stubborn. " You open it".
She open the wallet and saw her photo.
Security proudly said: " Miss, this is your picture, right? Although, now you look very different but I can recognize this is you."
It is a big difference, because this is the collage entrance photo shoot. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, with sweet smile.
How will this photo appear in a stranger's wallet?
Mosheng gave this wallet back to security : " it is really not mine".
Security: " You are the person in the photo, right?"
"Yes, I am. But this is not my wallet."
"But the person who own this wallet must know you, right? Maybe the wallet owner crush on you…"
Who said Chinese people do have imagination?
"But…"
"You take it, nobody has come to claim it. We are also very difficult to deal might know the owner. Take it."
A month ago, she met Chen and Yimei in this supermarket. Is this wallet belongs to Chen? With this ridiculous speculation, Mosheng bring this wallet back home.
She looked at this wallet, simple style, luxury brands, not much cash. She could not figure out the owner.
She carefully took out this picture, there are even signs of Seal, this photo should be taken from credentials. Unintentionally she turned it over, she saw some words. She could never ever forget this handwriting.
It is Chen's handwriting, written in black pen—
My Sunshine!