Chapter 4 Chapter Four

I sat alone in the library for a long time, shrugging.To be honest, I really sincerely wanted to keep him for dinner, and I was really happy to see him.After all, this is the first time I have formally learned how to please a man. Looking at his eyes and nose to be a man, it is inevitable that I will make mistakes and flatter my horse. Of course I was resentful.But so what?I can stand up and slap my ass and go, no one will keep me. I smiled, but the stakes are too great, and I have no hatred for money, as long as the goal can be achieved, it doesn't matter to suffer all kinds of humiliation, why bother to be a toilet brick.

It's just that I can see from the window that the snow has stopped.It’s just that I was also born from my mother’s ten-month pregnancy, no different from Xu Conghui. How did I get to this point?He lived by selling his self-esteem.Is it because Xu Cunzi has more money, or because I have more self-esteem?In the days to come, this issue could be revealed. I didn't yell and throw things and lose my temper.I didn't even cry.No, I don't hate Xu Cunzi.He has paid the price, he has the right to teach me, OK!From now on I know that even though he mentioned a hundred "old" words himself, I can't even hint at the shadow of "old". Forbidden.OK, now I know.

I put on my coat and went for a walk outside the house.There is a tavern on the fifteen-minute path.I sat down for a pint of Guinness, the usual jukebox in the tavern, and young lovers making out like no one else. I ordered another pint of Guinness. I lowered my head and thought, I can find Han Tae.But not this interest.There are still many men like him in the world, so there is no need to turn back, and you will definitely meet new ones if you go forward. It's too easy to touch a man.There is nothing to worry about in the next twenty-five years.How to get them to marry me is difficult.In any case, a man's greatest respect for a woman is to propose marriage, no matter what kind of man it is, it is still sincere.

Someone behind me asked, "Are you alone?" I smile. "Yes." Turning to look at the person who hit up a conversation.A boy of yellow race, very refreshing.He also looks like a student. "I've never seen you around," he said. Skinny jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt that says "Darwin College."Of course he has never met me, we are not at all academies.I never go to the dance of the Chinese Alumni Association. "Guinness?" he asked, touching my glass. "No." I said, "plain water, you are drunk and your eyesight is defective."

He wipes his nose and laughs: "Great sense of humor." I look at him. "How are you?" he asked gently. "Fine. What can I do for you?" I asked. "Stay with me. I'm lonely." asked the stranger. "Are you lonely?" "Basically everyone is lonely, some show it, some don't," I said gently. "Which are you?" he asked, "or not lonely at all." "I don't know." I replied with a smile. "Will your boyfriend black out my eyes if I put my hand on your shoulder?" I smile. "You are chinese?"

"No, I'm from Malaysia." "You speak English very well." I was surprised. "I came to England from Malaysia when I was six years old," he added with a smile. "Which city in Malaysia?" I asked. "Pennan." He replied, "Have you heard of Penang?" I shrugged.There is no difference between Penang and Sarawak to me, and Malaysia is a blank for me. I asked, "Where do you live?" "dormitory." "Can I sneak in?" I asked. "Of course!" He spread his arms, "Welcome." He has white teeth.

"Would you like a pint of Guinness?" I asked. "I drink beer." He put his hand on my shoulder. He's an athletic boy, innocent, lively, unmotivated, and I'm afraid he has some money at home—there's no bitterness on his face.Most of the students who are working part-time or from poor families have resentment in their eyes. If I were sixteen years old, I would have to accept such a boyfriend. I drank the Guinness.I said to him, "Let's go." He raised an eyebrow—a very beautiful thick eyebrow, and answered generously: "OK." We walked out of the tavern, and the uninitiated would not think, "What a match."

Ha ha ha ha. "The car is here," he said. It's a little Volkswagen.In the past, Hantai also drove a Volkswagen.Many boys like to buy this kind of second-hand cars because they are very durable. strangeness.Think of Han at this time.Seeing things and benefactors, people with a hard heart will be softened by a moment of memory, a short moment, a few seconds. My loneliness tonight is so desolate that I cannot control it. "Right," the boy rubbed his nose. "I have to ask you, this is routine: Are you on the pill?" "Yes. Thanks for asking." "Also," he said a moment later, "you don't have any illnesses, do you?"

"No." I shook my head, "I'm very clean." He was relieved, smiled childishly, and said, "It's your turn to ask." "Have you taken the contraceptive pill on time?" I asked calmly. "Fuck you!" he laughed. "You don't have syphilis, do you?" I asked again. "I'm submissive, my God, no matter who you are, I know I can't meet a girl like you every day." He shook his head. But boys like him--healthy, lively, ordinary--there were hundreds in each schoolhouse, he was most ordinary. I look at him.They each had strong arms, warm chests, that's all I knew.

I get into his car. "Can you drive?" he asked, starting the engine. "I will." I simply replied. "What's your name?" he asked. "Lily." He shook his head. "No, your name is not Lily." "Why not Lily." He glanced sideways at me, his eyes sparkling. "You're not like a Lily." I smile. "Women who can be taken away by men in bars are called Lily, Feifei, and Mimi." "Then I'd rather call you Mimi," he said. "OK." I said. "Don't think too badly about yourself, you are just lonely today, that's all." He enlightened me.

OMG, I rolled my eyes.Boy, I have enough experience to be your mother. "Here we are, Cambridge dormitories - hey, what are you doing?" The boy looked at me. "Me? I specialize in drinking and hooking up men in bars." "Don't joke." "Can I get out of the car?" I asked. "Okay. I live downstairs, and we'll jump in through the window so we don't have to sign the guest book at the concierge. Can you crawl?" "Row." I walked to the dormitory with him, he went in first, and I waited for him outside the window.He entered the room and opened the window, I jumped in nimbly, he hugged me inside, then immediately closed the window and drew the curtains. He smiled: "Your movements are skilled." I replied: "well-trained." He shook his head, "Good eloquence," he said. I sat down in his small dormitory, the small bed was only two and a half feet wide, which was used to resist male students from bringing girls back to the dormitory.No matter how enthusiastic you are, two adults cannot be accommodated in a two-and-a-half-foot bed. He opened the cabinet door, opened the drawer, took out the wine, and asked me, "Do you want to drink?" "I've had enough." I shook my head. "You don't even ask my name?" I took off my coat and draped it over the back of his chair.The heating in the dormitory is not bad.I look at him. I said, "Your name is Dan. Dennis Nguyen." He was surprised: "How do you know?" "Your name is written on the bookshelf, you can see it at a glance." "What do I call you?" he asked. "Still Mimi?" I said, "Mimi is a cute name." "What on earth do you do?" he asked curiously. I smile. "Why don't you take off your clothes?" He shrugged and came to kiss my face, the two of us in such a masterful gesture as if we had been lovers for years. Later I asked him: "You read languages, don't you? How many languages ​​can you say 'I love you'?" He replied: "I never say 'I love you'. I haven't met the woman I love yet." "Don't you even bother to lie to them?" I asked. "I am an honest man." "Men are getting more and more stingy." "No, women are getting smarter and smarter, and it's useless to lie to them," the boy said. I smile. "I'm going back." I said. "So early?" He was disappointed. I said, "Sooner or later, I have to go." When I put on clothes, who will stay with whom forever. "You're a beautiful girl," he said, "I like you." "Thank you." I said. "Hey, do you have to go?" He still asked. "Of course." I put on my coat and shoes. "I'll see you off." He also got up. "No." I said. "You can't hail a taxi," he warned me. "Don't worry." I smiled. I pushed open the window, climbed up the frame, and jumped out. "Hello!" He called me from inside the room. "Shh-" "How can I see you again?" he asked, "Will you go to the Red Lion Tavern?" His voice was anxious. "Goodbye." I turned my head and left. "Hey, can you wait a minute?" He was still so loud. "If you don't close the window again, you may catch a cold." I told him. I hurried across the grass to the lobby concierge and called the driver to pick me up.That's the benefit of having a driver. I have to be grateful to Xu Cunzi, being angry with him alone is better than being angry with the whole world. Dennis Nguyen.What can a boy like him do for me?What does he have that I don't?What else can he do for me?I really don't understand.Ah forgive me for being so realistic. The driver drove me home and Mrs. Simpson answered the door.She didn't dare to ask me where I had been, so I went upstairs, feeling at ease, and the aura I felt on Xu Cunzi just now was gone. As long as he is willing to write a check every month, as long as the situation is stronger than others, I will never argue. I soak myself in hot water for a bath and then sleep. I dreamed all night and heard strange noises, all kinds of people yelling at me. In the dream, the professor said that my homework was not good, and my mother blamed me for not writing a letter.My father asked me for money, and then Xu Conghui pointed at my nose and cursed.Suddenly, I realized that Xu Cunzi's check hadn't arrived in the mail for a long time. Breaking out in a cold sweat, I jumped up from the bed, gasping for breath and thinking blankly: This life is not easy. It's like sitting on pins and needles. I didn't know what these four words meant before, but now I understand.It's like sitting on pins and needles.Xu Cunzi kept bringing nightmares, twenty-four hours a day, thirty days a month, I had no peace. A good life is settled, and then what am I paying for? I fell on the bed and pulled the quilt over.Tomorrow is another day, the sun comes up, and I still have to deal with a new day. Everything stood still for seven days. Then Simplin received a call from Xu Cunzi, saying that he would visit me every two weeks.It was just after Christmas.Where is he celebrating?Hongkong?London?I have no idea. I just said to Simpson: "You know how to arrange, you arrange it." What a tycoon, the new favorite made a mistake, and she was fined to sit in limbo for three weeks.In this world, idiots say money is useless. I don't mind Congshu asking, "Why did you choose this life?" What life?If my father is not Xu Cunzi, what choice do I have?You go to Dayang Bank to see, five thousand yuan to invite a university doctor to come back, tell him to die standing up, but he dare not die sitting down.Everywhere is the same, the world is as black as crows.Cong Shu is the kind of poor man who has no bread to eat, he tells people to eat cakes, a fucking copy of the male Marianne Donnay, it is a pity that Cong Shu will never have the chance to go to the guillotine. In the evening I watch TV and they are playing the story of Queen Elizabeth I.I watched it with gusto.Unhappy things in life are often eighty-nine.How often have you been happy to be a queen, watching beheading all day long.The British are so savage.Her mother, An Baolin, was beheaded by her father because An Baolin refused to divorce.Her cousin Mary of Scotch turned around again.Her cousin Jane Grey was put to death in the same way. (I think she must have seen a lot of headless ghosts running around in her nightmares at night.) I love jangle.If you go to the National Museum, you can see a large oil painting of Jane Glen facing the executioner. Jane is blindfolded, kneeling on the ground, and the maid serving her is crying and fainting. That picture made a deep impression on me.Jengley was only in her twenties when she died, and she was beautiful. I really don't understand how a woman can put another woman on the guillotine. Maybe it is possible, so she is Elizabeth I. I can watch TV all night while drinking white wine, and one day I will gain 250 pounds, and I will have to find two people to carry me away. I stretch.It is best to have an eight-person sedan chair. Only when the door is formally entered, the wife of the famous matchmaker is eligible to sit in the eight-person sedan chair. I go to bed, and tomorrow's worries will be blocked by tomorrow. I was afraid of the cold when I slept, and I never had the habit of opening the windows. I even closed the door tightly, wrapped myself in an electric blanket, and was very alarmed.Even after taking sleeping pills, I still can't sleep through the night. This is the sixth sense. In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, the hairs all over my body stood on end, and I opened my eyes.But I didn't move, a black shadow was in front of the window. Oh God, my blood clots, I have seen this kind of news too much in the newspapers, but once it is really unfortunate, it is too much.I wish there was a gun under my pillow. I dare not move, dare not speak out. What does he want?My forehead was covered with cold sweat, how did he get in?This house has the best anti-theft equipment. If a mouse climbs up the window frame, the alarm bell will ring. How did this person get in? Thirty seconds felt like a century, and I was frankly freaking out.He suddenly turned around and walked towards my bed, I couldn't help jumping up from the bed, he covered my mouth.I widened my eyes, and my heart was suddenly very peaceful. It's over.I thought, don't cry, don't struggle, he is more scared than me.I don't want to help him kill me.I lay peacefully on the bed. The man said softly, "It's me." I didn't hear it, and still looked at him. He let go of his hand, I didn't call out. "It's me—Xiaobao." Xu Cunzi. The blood in my whole body circulated slowly, and I kept the original posture still. It's him. We laid out a red carpet to wait for him. If he didn't come, he sneaked in like this with a heavy door locked. Why?In order to show that as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want? "I scared you?" Xu Cunzi asked softly. I nod. It was very dark in the room, I could only see the outline of his body. He turned on a lamp by my bedside.Vintage crystal pendants from lamps reflect iridescent colors on top of the walls.I look at my watch, it's three forty-five in the morning. Why did he show up at such a time? He began to explain: "Since the plane is here, I want to see you." At three forty-five in the morning, like a thief. I got up from the bed and put on the morning building."Coffee?" I asked. "No, I'm fine just sitting like this." I smile.He was sitting like that, reminding me of how we sat and chatted in his Shi O home when we first met. I don't know why, but I wasn't angry. I said, "I'll sit with you." "You are beautiful when you are asleep." He said suddenly. I'm kind of happy. "Aren't you pretty when you wake up?" "Two," he said. "You're too shrewd when you're awake." I smiled again. "You don't talk much now." He sighed. "Really?" I asked back, "Do you think so?" "yes." Of course, especially after the last time, why should I offend him again.If he wants a babe, let him get a babe, why should I talk. "It was my fault," he said quietly. "I silenced you. Forgive me." Surprised, I looked up. "Please talk to me again, I love hearing you talk." His voice was almost pleading. Ah Xu Cunzi's inner world is wonderful.A man of such age, such status and property, unexpectedly has such a variety of moods. "Okay, I'll talk to you," I began, "What flight did you fly into London?" "I fly my own jet, six seats." I am truly stunned.I knew he was rich, but I didn't know he was so rich.In this second, I decided one thing, I must seize the opportunity, my name must appear in his will, even if I am a sixty-year-old old woman by then, money will still be money. I lean forward slightly. "Cambridge has a private airport?" "Why not?" He smiled. "Then you secretly opened the door with a key, secretly carried your leather shoes upstairs, and secretly watched me sleep?" I asked, "Is that so?" "I didn't take off my shoes." He showed me the shoes on his feet. "I just walked in slowly and quietly step by step. The carpet is thick, so you didn't hear me." "Why at this hour?" I asked. "I want to see if you are sleeping at home, and if there is a man in your room." He smiled faintly. He is so honest and direct.Jesus, I put my hand over my forehead, he sounds like an ideal lover for jealousy.But I haven't forgotten how he saw me for the first time every four months, how he left immediately because of a word from me, no, I have always been vigilant, or as he said, I am a smart girl. Today he was happy, so he rushed to see me, and when he said such things to me, everything was just as he pleased, because he is Xu Cunzi. "Of course," he went on, "even if you kept him overnight, I'm sure you wouldn't keep him here." I said, "Maybe I sleep out here a lot, and I sleep here tonight." "So, it's always going to be a case of mystery," he smiled. "You don't believe I'll be faithful to you?" I asked. "I don't believe it." He shook his head, "Impossible." "Why not?" I asked. "Throughout the ages, a young girl has never been faithful to a rich old man," he said calmly. I said, "Maybe I'm an exception." "No, Xiaobao, it's not you." He still shook his head. I smile. "You are beautiful tonight." This was the second time Xu Cunzi praised me. I said slowly, "Do you want to come to bed?" He still shook his head. "You don't want to sleep with me?" I asked directly. "No, Xiaobao, I don't want to." "Or another time," I said gently. "No, Xiaobao," he raised his head, his face was calm, and his voice was as usual, but very gentle. "I dare not take off my clothes in front of you." I put my hands on my knees. "If you're embarrassed, you can turn off the lights." "You can still feel my slack muscles, skin over bone." I stand still for a moment. I never thought of this, I never thought that Xu Cunzi would have such an inferiority complex, I really never dreamed of it. So why did he buy me back?Put it there to see? I forced a smile and said, "I knew you were not Mr. World." "No no," he said, "I'm old." "Everybody gets old. Everyone lives to be thirty—unless he dies at twenty-nine." "You don't know how terrible old age is." Xu Cunzi said, "Look at your youth "I am also getting older every day. Three years ago, I didn't have a single spot on my face, and I only needed to apply some Vaseline in winter. Now I have decided to buy anti-wrinkle cream, what B21, B23, hormones, placenta We are all afraid of getting old, our breasts will no longer be firm, our waists will not be firm enough, and our skin will be loose. Old age is painful, how could I not know? Otherwise, for thousands of years, why would we put "birth, old age, sickness and death" into four Mention the words at the same time?" He listens to me. Xu Cunzi's eyes are piercing. I say it sincerely—God, I have never been so sincere to a man: "I know you are no longer twenty years old, but half your life's achievements are equal to your age, or even more, what regrets do you have?" ?You are not a silent person, you even have a private jet, your business and women are all over the world, Hong Kong is just a place where you occasionally vacation, you don’t really want to develop on the other eight planets, do you?” He looked up, looked at the ceiling, and sighed. "I'm still old. Wish I was young." "Hey!" I couldn't help it, "Don't be like Queen Elizabeth I, okay—'I am willing to buy back a moment of time—'" He looks at me. "Are you afraid of death?" "afraid." "why?" "Because death is unknown to human beings, human beings are afraid of all unknowns." "You're still young," Xu Cunzi said. "Death comes most suddenly," I said. "Equal opportunity." "You just said 'my half-life achievement...', you were wrong," his voice was inaudible, "I have almost finished my life. I don't have the second half of my life waiting for me." At four o'clock in the morning, we were still indoors talking about birth, old age, sickness and death.If it was summer in Hong Kong, the sky should be bright, but unfortunately it is the middle of winter in England, and it is still dark outside the window. I don't know how to answer him.It was so warm in bed, yet he sat down with his twenty-one-year-old mistress to talk about life principles. It is not so easy to understand Xu Cunzi, and I have hidden worries in my heart. I didn't think about death, I thought about graduating, I wanted a Cambridge law degree, I wanted to enter the Royal Society of England, I wanted to be admitted, I wanted all of this.I just think of being proud and standing out from the crowd.I just thought that I could get everything I wanted from Xu Cunzi. This is not an opportunity that every woman can get, I am lucky, I have encountered more than a gold mine.Xu Cunzi is literally the second De Beers diamond industry organization.I won the lottery. At first, I only thought that he could pay for my tuition fees for several years and make my life a little more stable, but now my thinking has completely changed.Xu Cunzi can make me a princess. I was silently shocked, trembling at my uncertain luck. Xu Cunzi asked me: "What are you thinking? Where does your youthful thoughts stay?" He stared at me. "I don't know how to answer you." I smiled. "I'm ashamed that I couldn't make you sleep." "Young lady, you are tempting immorality." I laughed out loud. He's back to normal again. "You want to go for a walk in the park?" he asked. "Of course." Of course I had to say of course. I took out a long silver fox coat from the closet, put it on, and pulled on my boots.He's going for a walk, he's not going to sleep, it doesn't matter.How can a guy argue with his boss, the poor don't fight the rich. I said, "I'm ready." He stood up, "Okay, let's go get some fresh air." I turned around and asked, "Are you dressed warm enough?" He looked at me, nodded, and said, "I haven't been asked that question in years." He meant something. We walked to a nearby park, but the iron gates were locked. I asked, "Climbing?" He smiled and rubbed his hands, "I haven't climbed the wall for more than ten years." I took off my long coat, threw it to the side of the iron gate, and jumped over it.Reach out to encourage him, "Come on, hurry up." I just crawled through the boys' dormitory a few days ago. "You put on your coat first, it will freeze you," he said. I put my coat on and pulled him through the iron gate.He is very sensitive, no matter how he looks like an old man, I still think he is middle-aged.Forty-eight, or fifty-two.But judging from his tone, he seemed to be seventy years old. We walked slowly among the bare trees. I asked, "Even your wife never asks you how warm you are?" "I don't see her much." "Is she your real wife?" I asked. He glanced at me, "Xi Bao, your question is so thorough and amazing," he laughed, "I can't believe that someone would ask such a question. Yes, she is my official wife." "What's her name? Does she have a very nice name?" "Her surname is Ouyang, and her name is Xiuli." "Xu Ouyang Xiuli." I said once, "What a long name." He just looked at me, smiled, and didn't answer.He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.strangeness.Walking in the dark in the desolate winter park, he only happened to meet a gas lamp head-on, and he suddenly became happy. "What about the kids? How many kids do you have?" I asked. "Haven't you seen them all?" "Well, no kids 'out there'?" I asked. He shook his head, "No." "Why do they all live in Hong Kong?" I asked suspiciously. "Wisdom and wisdom don't live in Hong Kong. Only my wife lives in Hong Kong, but because Hong Kong is the most comfortable and convenient place in the world." "say to me. "What's going on in your little head?" he asked me. We sat down on a bench opposite the small artificial lake. "I was wondering why you are not famous in Hong Kong." I was confused. "Why do people need to be famous?" He asked back with a smile, "Do you like to be famous? Do you like to be surrounded by a lot of people to sign autographs? Do you like that? You like to pay a high price for a license plate to let all Hong Kong people know? You like to participate in charity galas, with Celebrities take pictures and report? If you like it, Xibao, I don’t blame you, you’re a little girl, everyone has different tastes, I don’t do that much.” "what you do?" "I make money." "What money?" I asked. "I can make any money, as long as it is money." "I remember you went to Oxford. And your father left you money. Hey . . . I have an impeccable memory." "I believe." He hugged me. "What else to do but make money?" I asked. "Walking in the park with women?" "Let's take a walk in the park with you." He picked up a small stone and threw it into the lake. The small stone slid out, so far that the lake was already frozen. "There are ducks on this lake in the spring. The ducks fly away," I said. "Migration, migration of migratory birds." Xu Cunzi said. "I don't think so," I said. "These ducks don't know how to fly anymore. They're too tame." He looked at me again, and he asked, "How can you be so beautiful in the morning without washing your face?" This is the third time he praised me for being beautiful. "Do you have many women?" I asked, and Conghui mentioned his women. "No. I find it strange myself that I don't have many women." "why?" "Don't you think all women are alike?" He asked back. I find it boring, maybe he's seen too much.But Dennis Nguyen said I stand out.But Dennis Nguyen is just a child, what does he know, his words cannot be trusted. "You had mistresses too," I said. "Of course," he replied, "go back." He stood up. I walked back with him.The water in the low-lying places on the path had frozen into thin ice. (It's like walking on thin ice.) I stepped on a piece of ice and made a slight "click".Like a heart broken and broken, no one knows except the sky and the moon. I looked up, the moon hadn't set yet, the sky was high and there were no stars. "Is there class tomorrow?" Xu Cunzi asked. "want." He suddenly said affectionately: "It made you unable to get out of bed." "Get up," I said, "surely get up." He hesitated for a moment. "I want to stay for a few days." As soon as my footsteps stopped, I immediately settled down. "Do you want me to ask for leave?" "No need, today is Thursday, I don't want to hinder your homework. Just accompany me to Paris on the weekend." "Have you got your ticket, or six seats?" I asked. "We take a passenger plane." He smiled. "Why?" I asked disappointedly, but he didn't answer. Back at the house, he rested in the guest room.There was no trace of Simpson's expression.The daily life of the British is like Aka Taj Stie's novels, the fucking chaos is very suspenseful, and I can't stand it.Why can't they be like the Chinese and explain everything clearly? I took a hot shower, changed my clothes and went to class.Xu Cunzi was fast asleep in the guest room.I said to Simpson, come and see me at Trinity if you have something important to do. I feel tired only in the classroom, my shoulders are sore and weak, my eyelids cannot be lifted, and I am aging prematurely.Look at me like this.Two years ago, I went to watch the martial arts midnight show with the people from Tangren Restaurant. After that, I had a midnight snack and had nothing to do. Now I sleep less than three or two hours, yawn frequently, and cover my face, just like the style of drug addiction. I just want to get back under the covers and sleep, and sleep well. But Xu Cunzi might not know how to torture me tonight.Maybe he's going camping in the foothills of the Alps, my God. I leaned my head back in the chair and yawned again. Someone put a hand on my shoulder.Startled, I turned around—— "Dennis." I opened my eyes. Dennis Nguyen. He kisses my face, my neck. "I found you." I said, "Sit down, this is the classroom." "I found you." He was ecstatic, "Your surname is Jiang, and your name is Xiaobao." "Xibao." I corrected him. "I found you." Goodness. I pick up my notes. "Let's go out and talk." Outside of class I said, "How did you find me?" "I hired Detective Columbus." He hugged me tightly. "Your name isn't Mimi." My head was held immobile by him, and I said, "I thought you hired 'Bald Kejie'." "Why didn't you tell me we were classmates?" he asked. "Why do I have to tell you," I said annoyed, "You really have no interest at all. It's over when it's over, so there's no such trouble." "I want to see you again, what, you don't want to see me again?" "No." I walked forward. "Don't be mad, I know you're taken aback, but I can't forget you." "There is such a thing!" I snorted from my nose. "I can't forget your breasts, you've got fabulous—" I yelled, "Shut up! In broad daylight, please show some respect." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, but Xiaobao, can we meet on the weekend? Let's go drink on the weekend." Dennis Ruan said. "I'm going to Paris this weekend." I kept walking.At lunch time, I'm going home to meet Xu Cunzi because he's my boss. "Tell me if you are rich?" He wiped his nose with his hand, "Is that ring on your finger real?" "Why can't you PISSOFF?" "Don't be like this, okay?" he said. "I'm going to Paris for the weekend, so I'll be free next week, right?" "I don't have time," I said. "My boyfriend is here." "I don't believe it." He playfully jumped up and down behind me. "Be careful I push you down the River Cam." I cursed him, "soak you to death." "Be my girlfriend." He took my hand. "If you don't leave, I'll call the police." I've walked to the parking lot, got in the car, started the car, and left him there.Dennis Ruan in the rear-view mirror is getting smaller and smaller. I am not afraid of him, but it will be troublesome if he finds him. —How on earth did he find me? Cambridge is a small port, but not so small that a woman can be found within three days.I know that there are few Chinese women here. At noon, Xu Cunzi was cooking roses in the back garden.There was good sunshine, but it was still cold enough to turn the skin purple, and I tucked my hands under my armpits and watched him dig the dirt with renewed vigor. He saw me and asked, "No class this afternoon?" "Yes." I said, "There are still three classes." "Come back for dinner?" he asked. "Come back to see you." He looked up. "Go inside," he said. We sit down to eat simple but delicious food.The chef's skills are really good, and Xu Cunzi is very particular about food. He likes delicious but not fancy, basic and affordable food, and Western style is more than Chinese style. "You know how to cook?" he asked me. I nod. "Naturally. Well cooked." "Will it?" He didn't believe it. I laughed and didn't speak. "I have something to go to a friend's house in the afternoon, and will you still have dinner with me in the evening?" He seemed to be asking for my approval, but he knew that the answer would always be "yes". I nod. "nature." "No date?" he asked half-truthfully. "I'll turn down an appointment too." I didn't change my face. He also laughs. We talk like we are fighting, and we are more tired than we are. Class ends at three o'clock in the afternoon.I hurried home and started cooking dinner for Xu Cunzi.For some reason, I'm not so eager to please him, but I think he knows I can do housework. Made four dishes: seafood avocado, beef in red wine, a good salad, and orange soufflé for dessert. It took me a solid three hours, but I actually had a good time, with Simpson running in and out of my way to help.She was amazed, it never occurred to her that I would be interested in doing such a thing. When Xu Cunzi came back, I had just had time to wash off the oil on my body.He called me downstairs: "Xiaobao! Xiaobao!" I ran down, "Here we come." In private, I wished a thousand times ten thousand times that my father would call me that when he came home from get off work every day.When I grew up, I hoped to have a good home. My husband would call me that every day when he came home. Waited until today.Although Xu Cunzi is neither a husband nor a father, it is better to have something than nothing, no matter which category he falls into. And the only thing a woman can rely on in her life is her father and husband. I sigh heavily, I lack both. Simpson helped him take off his coat. "Is it snowing?" I looked out the window, "Sunny days are colder than snowy days." "Spring will come soon." Xu Cunzi smiled, "Look what I bought for you." He took out a box. Jewelry again.I said, "I already have this ring." he laughs. "It's a shame that you wear this mahjong tile every day. I haven't seen anything more vulgar. It's a shame that you are a college student." My face flushed.Xu Cunzi's two sentences of "Thanks to you" make me unable to lift my head. I took the box from his hand.I said, "I'll wait and see." "Why?" He laughed, "I'm angry at what I said?" "How dare I get angry?" I had no choice but to open the box. It is a beautiful and detailed necklace. "Antique?" I asked. "Beautiful! Like Victorian." "You should wear this," Xu said, "it's delicate and exquisite." "Yes, sir," I said, "thank you, sir." "Don't be naughty. I'm hungry, let's eat." He patted me on the shoulder. we sit down.Xu Cunzi had no problem with the appetizer, and praised the beef for its fragrance, and he liked that the salad was crispy enough.When dessert was served, I went to the kitchen and waited for the souffle to come out of the oven, and then put it on a plate and took it out. He cheered: "Orange Souffle." He ate it quickly. Then he put the spoon down suspiciously. "How do you know I like to eat soufflé?" I don't know.I make soufflé because it's the hardest dessert to make. Xu Cunzi ate a few mouthfuls and said, "Our cooks are not good at this." "He's not good at what I'm good at," I said. “你——？” 我从没见他那么惊异过，我的意思是，勖存姿是那种泰山崩于前而不动声色的人。 “你。”他大笑。 "well." 我白他一眼，“吃完了再笑好不好？” “谢谢你。这顿饭很简单，”他住了笑，“但我真的吃得极开心。” 我看着他。 “让我抱你一下。”他说，“过来。” 我站起来走过去，他抱一抱我。我指指脸颊：“这里。”我说。他轻吻我的脸，我吻他唇，他很生硬。我很想笑。如果有观众，一定会以为是少女图奸中年男人，但是他很快就恢复自然，把我抱得很紧很紧。我再一次地诧异，我轻声笑道：“你把我挤爆了。” 他放开我。 我把他的手臂放在我腰上。 他说：“年轻的女士，你作风至为不道德。” 我蹲在沙发上笑。 我们还是啥也没做。我拢拢头发。 我说：“我知道，你在吊我胃口。” 勖存姿也大笑。 我把那条项链系上，他帮我扣好。我用手摸一摸。 "Thank you." I said. “早点睡吧。”他说，“我要处理文件。” “你去过伦敦了？”我问。 “嗯。”他答。 我上楼，坐在床沿看手上的戒指，不禁笑出来，勖存姿形容得真妙。麻将牌，可不就像麻将牌，我脱下来抛进抽屉。因为我没有见过世面。我想：因为我暴发，因为我不懂得选优雅的东西。没关系，我躺在床上，手臂枕在头下。慢慢便学会了，只要勖存姿肯支持我，三五年之后，我会比一个公主更像一个公主。 我闭上眼睛，我疲倦，目前我要睡一觉。 明天我要去找好的法文与德文老师，请到家来私人授课，明天…… 我和衣睡着了。