Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Four

For many days, I stood outside your Beludo apartment, hoping to meet you. On the first day, I came early.You haven't come back yet. I looked up at your window, and memories hit my heart again and again. You are my hometown after all. No matter how far I go, my heart never leaves. That day, I stood there for several hours and never waited for you to come back. The next day, I came late and you had already gone home. I look up at your window full of thoughts, the lights are on in the room, and the faint light is the same as it was twenty years ago, and it has never disappeared. I waited all night and you didn't go out.

You have been home for several days. That was your most frustrating period of time.You were originally the architect of a skyscraper, but because you insisted on refusing to modify the design of the top of the building, the owner of that building unexpectedly replaced you.With your proud personality, how can you bear this kind of humiliation? During those nights, I stayed downstairs until the lights in your room went out before going back. Whether you are proud or frustrated, I long to be by your side. Finally one day, I saw you. That evening, I was looking up at your window.At this time, I saw you walking down the stairs, my heart trembled, and all the nerves in my body were tense.

I see you, my eyes caress your face.How much time has treated you well?You are still the person in my youth dream, you have not changed at all, you are still as handsome and unrestrained as the first day I saw you, but there is more maturity in the eyebrows.It makes you look better. Your eyes glanced at me subconsciously, and you couldn't help but stare at me. You are still you, always attracted by light and pretty girls. I walk up to you, give you a smile, pretend to be confused and ask you: "Sir, is this No. 7 Bell Road?" For a moment, your eyes were a little puzzled, as if you saw a familiar person, but you couldn't remember who it was.

You stared at me for a while without recognizing me. Even if you remember the girl you rejected twenty years ago, you can't possibly think it was me.Because, after twenty years, I didn't grow old. "Yes, this is number seven." You answered me gently.You always confuse girls with your passionate eyes. I'll show you the prepared note. It says "Room B, 7th Floor, No. 7 Bell Road" "That would be strange." I say. "I can't find the seventh floor" You gave me another gentle smile and told me: "I've lived here for 20 years. There are only six floors here. There's never been a seventh floor."

I grinned: "Twenty years ago, I was just born." You look shy.It's the first time I've seen that look on your face. "Yes, I am very old! I am ninety years old." You laugh at yourself. "Oh, that's not what I meant." I smiled apologetically. "Maybe the address is wrong, forget it, thank you." I put on a helpless look and wanted to flag down a taxi and leave. I pray in my heart: "Keep me! Keep me!" "Where are you going?" you asked me. I turned around and looked at you in surprise. "I'm just about to drive, let me see you off."

You are still so good at seducing girls, and you have been in love with young girls from the beginning to the end. I told you in the car that I came back from England.That address was given to me by my dad who asked me to come visit an old friend of his who lives there. "Are you the only one coming back?" you asked. "Yeah, I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I want to relax by myself. This man controls me too much, and I can't stand it." "Is he British?" "I am a Chinese who grew up in England, and my thoughts seem to be older than the fifteenth-century antique lamp in my house. Loyalty is good! But loyal people only understand the trivial side of love, and unfaithful people understand love misfortune."

For a brief moment, you cast me a surprised look. "Wilde said that, right?" I smiled. "Did you study English literature?" "I was in architecture, but I gave up after one year of study! I miss art! But I don't really want to do anything. I think painting is the only thing in my life!" I am very skillful in talking to you about my favorite painters and buildings.You tell me you are an architect. "I'm Qiao Xinsheng." You said. "I don't know your name yet." "Zhuang Ningen." I said. Then, you said that you were planning to go out to dinner alone, and asked if I would be interested in going with you, the "old man".

I find it both funny and sad when I hear "Old Man". In fact, I am not much younger than you, and my heart is also getting old because of longing.