Chapter 27 Chapter Seven - That's Not a Mask, That's a Lie

After three weeks, my cycle was easily broken by Tsuen. It was a cool April day, and the mulberries on the mulberry trees outside the laboratory were full of fruit. At about 5:30 in the afternoon, I received a call from Tsuen. "I'm... in Tainan now." "Really? That's great. Tainan is a good place, and I'm in Tainan too." Tsuen laughed. I realized that I had said a nonsense, so I laughed along with embarrassment. When our laughter stopped, Tsuen continued, "can I see you?" "Of course. Where are you?" "I'm outside Xiaodong Park."

"Okay. Please wait there, I'll be there right away." I rode on the motorcycle, arrived at Xiaodong Park, and parked the car. Only then did I remember that Xiaodong Park has no walls. So, what does the so-called "outside Xiaodong Park" refer to? I had to run around the outside of the park and search. After running about half a lap, I saw Tsuen 30 meters away. I slowed down and approached slowly. Tsuen was wearing a white one-piece dress, with her hands hanging naturally in front of her body, carrying a black handbag. Tilting his head slightly, he seemed to be looking at the green trees in the park.

She stood in the direction of the setting sun, with the left side of her body facing me. Occasionally, the wind would blow the ends of her hair, and she would not use her hands to brush away the hair that was blown by the wind. She just stood there without any movement. I headed towards the sunset, and when I was three steps away from her, I stopped. Tsuen still maintained his original standing posture, completely motionless. So is the line of sight. Although she is stationary, it doesn't make me think of statues. Because the statue is dead, and she seems to just go into a kind of deep sleep.

So I didn't move for fear of waking her up. Another freeze frame. I looked at Tsuen very carefully, trying to remember her appearance clearly. Because during these three weeks, I once had a dream. Meng Liquan's appearance is vague, but the first thing that emerges clearly are the subtle movements of her hands. Then the eyes, then the voice. I still can't piece together Tsuen's face completely. I just remember that Tsuen is beautiful. Like Ming Jing, Tsuen can be called a 360-degree beauty. In other words, no matter from which angle, it is beautiful. It's just that Mingjing's beauty belongs to the kind that shines.

But Tsuen's beauty is a bit hazy. Suddenly thinking of Mingjing made my body tremble suddenly. And this slight disturbance woke up Tsuen. "Hello." Tsuen turned to face me, bowed and saluted. "Hello." I also nodded. "You came so fast." "The school is very close to here." "Sorry. Called you out." "it does not matter." "Please forgive me if I disturb you." "you are too polite." "Excuse me, how are you doing these days?" "I'm fine, thanks, and you?" "I am fine, thanks."

"Are we going to have this polite conversation again? Thanks." "No. Thanks." After Tsuen finished speaking, we laughed at the same time. "You were so powerful just now, you didn't move at all." "Guess what I was doing just now?" "Well...you were waiting." "It's close, but not quite right. Because you didn't see my eyes." "Then what's the answer?" "I'm looking forward to it." "What to expect?" "your appearance." Tsuen smiled again, seeming very happy. "Are you very happy now?"

"Well. I'm happy because you're here. What about you?" "I should be happy too." "Happiness is happiness, there is no right or wrong. You are suppressing again." "I'm (pointing to nose) really (crossing hands over chest) happy (slapping back of right palm with left hand)." "You're messing around again. It wasn't like that the last time you said "really." "Really? Then how do I compare?" "This is how you compare..." Tsuen put the bag on the ground first, then slowly raised his hands up.

"Oh. My analogy is very similar to English. Last time I used the past tense, but this time I use the present tense." "You're talking nonsense again." Tsuen said with a smile. "I didn't expect you to remember the action I did last time." "Well. I remember your actions very clearly. So do your words." In fact, Tsuen's words and subtle actions, I also remember very clearly. And I'm really happy because I'm also looking forward to seeing Tsuen. It's just that my anticipation is... intense. So before asking about Tsuen's detailed location, he hurriedly got on his motorcycle and rushed to the park.

Then he was outside the park again, running to look for her. Tsuen's anticipation was very gentle. Intense and gentle? The adjectives I use are more and more like Tsuen. We walked into the park, found chairs, and sat down. Tsuen walked very slowly, landing with very light force, a bit like floating. "Why did you come to Tainan today?" "I have an interview partner in Tainan, I'm here to discuss with her." Tsuen flipped his hair. "Is it Sun Ying?" "No. Sun Ying is just a friend." "Do you often write manuscripts?" "Well. Writing is my job as well as my hobby."

"I don't know if I have the honor to read your masterpiece?" "Look at you, wrapping words in language again." "what?" "You used words like "honor" and "respect" to package it." "That's being polite." "Not really. You must be thinking in your heart: Hmph, what great works can this weak woman write?" "It's wrong, I didn't think so." I was very nervous and shook my hands desperately. "Hehe..." Tsuen suddenly laughed happily, and said while laughing, "I scared you too."

Tsuen's laughter was very soft, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it. When she expresses "laugh", she usually only has face and hand movements, and rarely sounds. In other words, there is only a smile and a right hand covering the mouth, and there is very little laughter. Strangely enough, I could hear her laughter very clearly. It was as if someone was speaking softly in my ear. Although the voice was lowered, I could hear it clearly. "Didn't you say you can't joke?" "I can't, I can't." Tsuen stuck out his tongue and said: "I don't know why, I just wanted to joke with you." "Miss, your joke is terrifying." "How did you start to imitate my tone of voice?" "I don't know." "Don't use "it", it sounds weird." Tsuen laughed again. "Is it because my tone of voice is strange?" Tsuen asked. "No. You have a nice voice with no intonation, so it sounds like..." I thought about it and said, "It's like a kind of music with a beautiful melody." "thanks." "It's me who should say thank you. Because listening to you is really comfortable." "Yeah." Tsuen seemed to be blushing. Suddenly a ball rolled in front of Tsuen and me. Tsuen bent down to pick it up, and gave the ball to the little boy who was running towards him. The little boy said thank you. Tsuen stroked his hair with a smile, then took a candy from the bag to him. "Do you want it too?" Tsuen asked me after the little boy left. "Of course. But I haven't washed my hair for two days." "What?" Tsuen didn't seem to understand, and gave me a candy. It turned out to be candy. "I really want to read what you've written." I smiled embarrassedly, and quickly changed the subject. "You're bound to laugh when you're done." "Why? Are you writing humor?" "No. I'm afraid that if I write badly, you will make fun of me." "can you?" "Hmm. I'm not very confident." "Don't lose your confidence." "I haven't lost it. How can I lose something that I never had?" I looked at Tsuen in surprise, it was hard to believe that a girl like Tsuen would not have confidence. "Do you think I'm weird?" "Why do you say that?" "Because everyone says I'm weird." "No. You're not weird, just special." "Really?" "Ok." "Thank you. I will believe what you say." "But..." I looked into Tsuen's eyes and said: "If beauty is a strange thing, your eyes are." "You made fun of me again." Tsuen lowered her head. "I mean it. You're a good girl and you should have confidence." "um. Thank you." "You're welcome. I'm just telling a piece of jade that she's a jade, not a stone." "Jade is also a kind of stone. It's unscientific for you to describe it like this." "It's embarrassing, I'm still a science student myself." "hehe." The color of the pupils of Tsuen's eyes is very light tea-brown. Because it is very light, I can almost see myself in Tsuen's pupils. Tsuen, like me, has no self-confidence, and is also regarded as a strange person. It's just that I have gained confidence from Mingjing. Also because of Mingjing, I no longer feel that I am a strange person. Now I do almost the same way again, encouraging Tsuen. Will Tsuen no longer feel strange about herself and become more confident because of me? Later, I often thought, is love also like a food chain? So there is the truth that the tiger eats the rabbit, and the rabbit eats the grass. If I hadn't met Tsuen, I might never have known Ming Jing's intentions for me. It's just that when I know it, I will miss the ease before I didn't know it. "What are you thinking?" Tsuen asked me suddenly. "Nothing." I smiled. "You..." "Oh. Nothing really, just a sudden thought of a friend." In front of Tsuen, there is nothing to hide. "Ok." "Next time I see you, I'll show you what I wrote." "OK." "Say it first, don't laugh at me." "Okay. So if you write well, can I give credit?" "Hehe. Okay." "If I am moved by your article and clap my hands all the time, you can't laugh either." "Okay." Tsuen smiled again. "Why would you want to read what I wrote?" Tsuen asked. "I just think what you write must be good, so I want to read it." "You write well too, don't be humble." "Really? But definitely not as good as you." "Not as good? It's hard to say who's better than someone else when it comes to writing." "yes?" "It's like saying..." Tsuen stared into the distance, lost in thought. "It's like we can't say that lions are inferior to eagles, or elephants are inferior to antelopes." "Elephants are not as good as antelopes?" "Well. Each animal has its own specialty, and it's hard to compare with each other." "How to say?" "The antelope runs fast, and the elephant has great strength. If you compare speed, the antelope will of course have the upper hand. But if you compare your strength, the elephant will win. " "Ok." "So it doesn't make much sense to compare our writing with each other." "You really like metaphors." I smiled. "That's because I'm not used to expressing meaning with words." "But your metaphors are very good, unlike me, which use strange metaphors." "can you?" "Well. So my previous composition scores were very poor." "That's different. You can write like a leopard and go to a weightlifting competition." "what?" "The leopard is good at speed, but if you go to a weightlifting competition, of course your grades will be poor." "Then what does your text look like?" "My words can be like... like a parrot." "why?" "Because although you know that I'm imitating others, you often don't understand what I'm saying." Tsuen suddenly laughed happily, and continued, "So I'm a parrot." "No. I must understand." "Yes. I believe you will understand." Tsuen lowered her head and said: "In fact, as long as there are no masks in the words and the true emotions can be expressed, that's enough." "Then your words must have no masks." "That's not necessarily the case." "yes?" "Yeah. Things I want to write for myself don't have masks. But the manuscripts I write for work will still have masks." "Do you write speeches for politicians?" "No. Why do you ask?" "Because I think the words in the speeches of politicians, the masks are the most." "That's not a mask. That's a lie." "Hahaha..." I laughed, "You are very humorous." "No. I'm not humorous. It's funny when you talk." "can you?" "Well. I don't usually smile. But when I see you, I can't help laughing." "Hmm. That means I'm a master." "I don't know if you are a master. I only know that you are the one I like." "Hi... like it?" I was taken aback and started to stammer. "Yeah. I like you..." Tsuen looked at me and suddenly said in doubt: "Huh? Your colors are messed up now. What's wrong?" "Because...because you said...you...you like me." "That's right. I like you as much as I like writing and I like the piano." "Oh. I see." I breathed a sigh of relief, "I was taken aback." "Did I say the wrong thing?" "No. It's my fault." "Ok." "In that case, I like you too." I said with a smile. "you you……" Tsuen seemed to have a feeling that he couldn't hold his breath. He held his left chest with his right hand and kept panting lightly. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I was a little nervous. "No. It's just a strange feeling..." Tsuen lowered his head suddenly. "Your current color is also very messy." I looked at Tsuen worriedly. "Nonsense." Tsuen finally laughed again, "You can't see colors." Tsuen raised her head and met my sight, she seemed to blushed, so she lowered her head again. Before I knew it, it was already dark. Although the street lights in the park were on, the light was still too dim. "Are you hungry?" I asked Tsuen. "Not hungry." Tsuen shook his head, then asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "Is it time for dinner?" "Yeah. Besides, it might be a bit late for dinner now." "Yeah." Tsuen sighed, "Time flies so fast." "Are you still busy?" Tsuen nodded. "Let's go then." I stood up. "Yeah." Tsuen also stood up. Tsuen leaned back slightly when he was about to walk. "That's a dodge move. What are you dodging?" "I'm afraid of mosquitoes. Mosquitoes always like to bite me." "A phoenix does not fall in a land without treasure, and neither does a mosquito." "You're always like this." Tsuen said with a smile. I drove Tsuen to the train station and waited with her on the second platform just like last time. This time there is no need to wait another half an hour, the train will arrive in ten minutes. On the platform, we didn't talk much. I look at the night sky, the south, the railroad tracks, the south, the first platform ahead, the south, the building behind. The line of sight was never directed north. Then he turned around and looked at Tsuen, just in time to meet Tsuen's line of sight. "You...you, like me, also feel that I have to go now, is it a pity?" "how do you know?" "Our movements are the same." "Really?" "Well. The train comes from the north, so none of us look north." "Well. We're all escapists." I smiled. The announcement on the platform sounded, the train was coming in. Tsuen and I took a deep breath at the same time, and then exhaled. When we found that each other's movements were the same, we couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled. Tsuen turned around and waved to me before getting into the car. I waved my hand too, and nodded. Tsuen bowed, saluted, turned and boarded the train. Tsuen chose a seat by the window again, and I deliberately walked in front of her, through the car window. Before the train started, I made some gestures indiscriminately. Tsuen kept smiling and watching me. But Tsuen's sight and body, just like the situation I just saw her this afternoon, are still. The moment the train started, Tsuen was awakened again. Tsuen suddenly stretched out his left hand, and pressed his palm against the car window. Almost at the same time, my right hand also stretched out quickly, and the right palm was pressed against Tsuen's left palm through the glass. As the train moved, I trotted a few steps and finally let go of my right hand. I stood where I was, staring at Tsuen, my eyes slowly moving from right to left. Until the train disappears at the end of darkness. Tsuen is also staring at me, I know. Maybe when I say this, people will think that I am crazy. But I still have to risk being seen as crazy, tell you: With my right palm pressed against the window glass, I could feel the warmth from Tsuen. That's fiery.