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Chapter 13 New Life
1
Cheng Jiayang

In the summer of this year, several things happened: Qiao Fei and I didn't have time to meet each other, she finally went to France to study, and she left for more than a month without any news; I was promoted in the bureau, except for the daily translation work In addition, I have to take over the job-hopping colleagues and be responsible for the training of new translators; I know a little more about the netizen "I don't believe that I can't register", and the one who criticizes women with a calm attitude is a woman , a writer on the Internet, busy with his second novel.

"What is the novel about?" I asked.

"The men and women who live on the opposite side of the courtyard have sexual fantasies about each other."

"Is there any result? Have you met?"

"No, I didn't meet. Why? It only adds to trouble and disappointment."

"It's the theme of beauty produced by distance."

"That's the truth."

"Oh.

"I am going offline."

"It's still early."

"Sleep, I have to go to work."

"It's rare to see a man like you who has no bad habits."

"Thank you, let's talk later."

I turn off the computer, turn on the lamp, and read the document.

He took out the marijuana in the drawer, lit it, took a sip, and felt less tired again.

Soon my mother celebrated her birthday, and a small banquet was held at home.

My aunt is the master of ceremonies, and she is a master of elegance. Two pianists were invited from the Conservatory of Music to add to the fun. The buffet was carefully prepared by the famous chef of the Swiss Hotel.

On the day of the banquet, relatives and friends gathered together.

The other family is very face-saving. Wen Xiaohua's parents went to the banquet in person. She shook hands with my mother that day and said softly that my aunt had a happy birthday.

I saw my mother's eyes light up: "This is Xiaohua? What a beautiful girl."

Since then, she has left a deep and good impression on Wen Xiaohua, because at the banquet that day, Wen Xiaohua also impromptuly played a little piano piece "Little Green Apple", which is as skilled as a professional player.

Ah, this kind of girl is admirable, with an impeccable and beautiful aura on her body.But it's not worthy of a person who is riddled with holes like me.So shortly afterwards, my mother asked me to send some good cigarettes and wine from South America to the Wen family as a gift, but I flatly refused.

"You can either ask the driver to deliver it. If you think it's not enough, you can deliver it yourself. What do you want me to do?" I said.

My mother gave me a hard look.

Jiaming doesn't have these boring questions like me.

On the one hand, he has shown my parents enough. At least on this issue, after the last battle, neither side acted rashly. Not daring to interfere; on the other hand, his flamboyant life made him look more normal than I did in anyone's eyes.

I knew this very well, so I simply followed suit to save my mother from worrying about me.

Whenever I have free time, I hang out in nightclubs.Gradually realize the fun.

I like young girls.Sitting in the depths of the bar, alone, with a blurred look, I don’t know where I have my own problems, come here to buy drunk, buy a moment of forgetting.

You don't need to say a few words, and your eyes don't need to go back and forth too much.If you feel pleasing to the eye, you can be romantic overnight.

Some people have soft limbs and rich experience, and they can put on all kinds of unimaginable postures during sex, but the more they are like this, the more novel and funny I feel, the less I can get involved, as if watching a lively performance.

Someone asked me for money the next morning, someone disappeared early the next morning and left me money.

I pay or receive money with peace of mind.Money and sex are equivalent things.

I was drinking at the bar, and some men came up to strike up a conversation.

I politely explain that I am not a Lego.

Someone said, neither am I, I have a wife and I am a supermodel.

"I don't know how to do that."

"It's better to try, you will know after you try."

Doing so is disgusting.

I push him away and leave the bar.

Light a cigarette outside and look for your car.Unexpectedly, he was pushed to the ground by someone, and when he looked back, it was the face of the villain just now, with his companion beside him.

I was punched heavily on the face again, and there was a fishy smell in my mouth, and I didn't know where the blood was bleeding.

"With a pretty face, you think you're a fairy? Come out and pretend to be a virgin!"

Anyway, he was right, and I didn't protest.

The man got angry and left.

I took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on my face, my hands were shaking, and my phone dropped to the ground.

The bell rang suddenly.

Let me check the number first, it is the area code of France.

It's Qiao Fei, and my heart is beating like a drum.

When it was connected, I just said "Hi", and I heard my voice choked up.

"Jiayang."

"I'm listening."

"I have settled down here. But I just bought a phone card from a classmate, so I called you."

"Oh, it's okay. How's it going? All right?"

"Very well. It went well."

"..."

"I know, this is your arrangement. However, I was in a hurry before, and I didn't have time to call you to thank you. "

"It's okay, little things."

Being far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, the voice always has a slight lag on the phone, and the two parties in the call seem to be hesitating, hesitating to speak.

Do you know that I chased after your house and wanted to see you; did you know that I was dreaming on the plane and seemed to fly to Dalian with you again; did you know that a man was waiting for a call full of resentment Every night.

My tears flowed again.You can't make a sound, otherwise you will cry loudly.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. After a long time, she said to me, thank you.

Jofi said to me, thank you.

……

I lowered my voice: "Is there anything else? I have documents to read."

"...Okay then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I watch the screen dim, turn off the phone, unplug it, and get in the car.

The car was running wildly on the streets at midnight, like an arrow out of control.

In front of my eyes is a chaotic road and a life of despair.

The car crashed into a big tree next to Binhai Road.My head hit the steering wheel, and was pushed up by the airbag in the next second, and my head was pushed backwards on the car seat, unable to breathe.

I woke up again, the surroundings were white, and then I saw Jia Ming's face.I'm in the hospital right now and I only seem to be able to move my eyelids.

"When you wake up, just get up and eat by yourself." He said, "The food in our hospital cafeteria is very good."

It turned out that I was not seriously injured. I sat up and poured water for myself.

Jiaming looked at me carefully: "Did you make a mistake? Did you commit suicide?"

"Just kidding. A little accident, I drank a little too much." I said, "Have you informed my unit to ask for leave?"

"today is Saturday."

"Oh. What time?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"You didn't tell your parents, did you?"

"No, I just came here too."

I took off my hospital gown and changed into my own clothes.When he was about to leave, Jia Ming said, "Oh, that's right, Ming Fang is here for a check-up. I saw her just now, why don't you go say hello?"

"Are you kidding me? Look at how embarrassed I am now." I said.I still have small pieces of gauze and bandages on my head.

My car had been towed away for repairs. I found Jiaming's car in the hospital parking lot, drove to the gate of the outpatient department, and saw Mingfang who had finished the examination, and beside her was her husband, Zhou Nan whom I had met.

Looking at it this way, her belly is already quite big.It was not very convenient to walk, so she was supported by her husband and got into her own car.I walk behind them.However, their car was driving crookedly, and I saw that the left rear tire was flat.

They also discovered it themselves.I honk the horn and they stop and I get out of the car.

Seeing it was me, both of them were very happy.

I pointed to Mingfang's belly and said, "How did you grow so fast?"

"How can I be unhappy? I will give birth in two months." Zhou Nan said.

Mingfang looked at my head: "What's wrong with you?"

"I fell down." I said, "Brother-in-law, you are changing the tire here, I will take Mingfang home."

"Don't bother you?"

"Otherwise I'm fine." This is the truth.

On the way to Mingfang’s house, she showed me the ultrasound picture she had just taken of the child, pointing to the light gray image and telling me that this is the heart, this is the lungs, and this is his back.

"It's so small, it has all kinds of organs?"

"It's all there. You'll even have hair when you're born, okay?"

I laughed: "You are really enviable."

"Envy, just start a family by yourself and have a child, Jiayang."

I remained silent and continued driving.

From the corner of my eye, seeing Mingfang looking at me, she said to me softly, "With this family and this child, you will settle down and be happy, Jiayang."

jofi
I put down the phone, feeling a little dazed.

Jiayang is on the other side of the world, I tried my best but couldn't remember what he looked like.

I am now living in the dormitory for international students in the university town. I have a room for each person. The room has a toilet and small electric kitchen utensils, and there are public bathrooms on each floor.

I opened an account in the bank and received the scholarship for the first month. There is no Chinese phone card sold in Montpellier. I bought it from a Chinese classmate who came back from Marseilles. I called him for the first time without saying a word. At the tenth sentence, Jiayang said, there are still documents to see, goodbye.

The computer's voice prompts: Your call time is one minute and 25 seconds.

I looked at the 85-minute calling card with a monkey face in my hand, wondering who to call for the rest of the time.

It's July.Hot weather.Others are on vacation, and the school still arranges heavy homework for us.

I am registered at the Institute of Translation, and the class I am in is dedicated to French-Chinese translation courses.There are not many students, two students from Hong Kong, China, three from Taiwan, two Belgian boys, four French, and me, the only student from mainland China. Everyone already has a certain language foundation and work experience , What I came here to accept was heightening training.

In the first class every day, the teacher will definitely play a broadcast of current affairs news, which lasts about 10 minutes, and requires us to take notes and then perform consecutive interpretation.The time for this exercise gradually increased to 15 minutes, and then to 10 minutes. I took fewer and fewer notes, and the translated content became richer and more detailed.

The second class in the morning is an introduction to knowledge in various fields of Chinese and French social life, to help us expand our vocabulary. I recite from "Fauvism Art" to "African Tree Snake", from "Microelectronic Impact" to "Fraud". Langoism".

Such a course of study was excruciating, and I racked my brains to get dark circles under my eyes.But there are also moments of joy.

The afternoon time is at the disposal of the students themselves, and the students who got to know each other agreed to do homework together in the library and help correct mistakes.

Sometimes we bought fruit separately, went to the beach to swim and chat, and in one afternoon it was stipulated that we could only use one language, French, Chinese, and occasionally English.

One morning before class, Choate from Belgium ran over with a newspaper and said to us: "I said that I saw that person on the beach yesterday and I thought he looked familiar. It really is Ronaldo."

I looked at the newspaper, and the headline on the sideshow read: Spanish star Ronaldo was on vacation at Balavas Beach yesterday.

"Then you didn't say it at the time." I said, "I can still get an autograph."

"Hey, I just saw a beautiful woman with a small head. I feel familiar, but I can't remember who it is."

"It's not newsworthy when you think about it now." The French boy Damian snapped him up.

"I'm just hindsight." Choate said in Chinese.Everyone laughed.

Rong Rong from Hong Kong, China, plays the violin very beautifully. She works part-time in the bar on the theater square in the city center, and we occasionally go to join her.

This group of Chinese-speaking young people caught the attention of the bar owner.

He suggested that we should hold an activity day about China in his bar, which is the tourist season, which will attract a large number of tourists, and the income can be shared with us fifty-fifty.We thought it was funny and we said yes.

We decorated the bar with bamboo branches and Chinese knots that I brought, girls from Taiwan learned calligraphy, copied a few Tang poems in large characters on rice paper, and pasted them on the wall, which looked like they were old; On this day, Western bars will serve Chinese shochu and all kinds of snacks ordered from Chinese restaurants; we also invited Chinese painters living in China to splash ink on the spot.

For a week, everything seemed to be well prepared, and the boss said, "Hey, it seems that something is missing. Which of you can sing?"

Damian's mouth was quick: "I heard Faye singing while washing clothes, it's very good."

I'm not stage fright, I just want to look good.

I downloaded the accompaniment music of "Jasmine" and "Fleeing Years" in the Internet cafe of the school, and the lyrics were translated into French.I stood in front of the mirror and rehearsed, and sang "In my lifetime, we will meet each other on a narrow road, and we will not be spared in the end. Suddenly, entangled curves grow out of the palms of my hands."
On the day of the China Day event, the bar was full of guests and the atmosphere was lively.In the end, everyone will say "Ni Hao", "Thank you", "Gong Xi Fa Cai", or even "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown" in Chinese.

I also met my old friend Ode Ferrandi who had returned home that night.She ran over from a distance to hug me and kissed my face: "Qiao Fei, do you still remember me?"

I also hugged her: "How could I forget? You taught me to smoke."

"Ah, you're at Montpellier at last. Have a good time?"

"Very good. Thank you, thank you."

Ode, who has learned Chinese, returned to his hometown, and now the International Affairs Office of the City Hall is responsible for liaison with the sister city Chengdu.She left me her home address and phone number, and told me, "Qiao Fei, you must come to me when you are free."

This is the benefit of having friends, there will be unexpected warmth in the ends of the world.

In this month, my basic course ended, and the teacher gave me [-] points for the two homeworks with a perfect score of [-].I called the neighbor's house and asked my aunt to tell my parents that they had no idea about the score, so I said it very simply, I was the first in the class.Who else should I tell such good news?I dialed Cheng Jiayang's mobile phone, and the call was transferred to the secretary's desk.

So I called Ode again and asked if I could visit her home for the weekend.

She said, "Of course, of course, Jofi, if you're a good man, you must come."

Oude's home is in the old town of Montpellier.

Bluestone roads, milky white brick walls, and palm trees shade ancient buildings.

I walked step by step in the narrow and wet streets, imagining how many wooden-wheeled carts have passed by here, bringing sunshine-flavored wine; how many people have passed by here, walking their own history lonely.

Such a romantic feeling is not suitable for a fool like me.As I walked, I found that there were no street signs or pedestrians, and I didn't know if this was the street I was looking for.

It was almost evening, and not far away, there was a small shop with a sign on it. I wanted to ask for directions, but when I got closer, it was a pizzeria.

At the counter is a young boy taking a fresh pizza out of the oven.The pie was baked to perfection, with thick cheese, bright tomatoes, crispy mushrooms and slightly raised onions.Satisfied, the boy swiftly cut the biscuit into several large pieces, turned around and placed it in the window.That's when he saw me.

I think I've seen this person before, but I can't remember where.

With a young face, black hair and black eyes, he smiled at me: "Miss, do you want to have a taste of the freshly baked pizza?"

"I want to ask you the way."

Before I finished speaking, someone came out from the counter, it was my friend Ode.

"Fee, I was waiting for you. You found it yourself? That's great. Come in."

Ode said to the boy, "This is my Chinese friend, Qiao Fei."

She said to me again, "Phi, this is my brother, Zuzu."

The world is so small, so I suddenly remembered that this was a boy I had seen somewhere.At the same time, I heard him say: "By the way, we met, in Paris."

2
jofi
Zuzu is Oude's younger brother, the young gendarme I met in Paris.The siblings are equally warm-hearted.

He is a 19-year-old boy, tall and handsome, with a pursed smile and a shy look.Now I am on vacation, helping my parents who are out to manage the bakery at home.

The Ferrandi family is of Italian descent. Their bakery has a history of decades. It was founded by Ode and Zuzu’s grandfather. Although the facade is small, it is very popular with the neighbors. It is also quite popular in this neighborhood. famous.

"However, in our generation, we encountered an industrial crisis." Ode said.

"Speaking so seriously, what's going on?" I asked.

Oude pointed to his younger brother: "The family's craftsmanship is passed on from male to female, and my father wants to hand over the shop to Zuzu, but he doesn't want to inherit it at all."

"Then what does he want to do?"

Zuzu was about to close the shop, and he installed the wooden boards that would cover the windows piece by piece.

"He wants to go to Africa and wear a blue helmet to maintain peace there." Ode giggled, "Are you kidding me? You don't even know what kids think nowadays."

"He doesn't want to, you can learn to inherit the bakery."

"Me?" Ode stretched out his hand, took a look for himself, shook his head and said, "Use my hands covered in tar and nicotine to make cakes and sell them to others? Forget it, I have no hatred against the government, and I don't want to cause trouble .”

We sit and talk.After finishing closing the store, Zu Zu was busy working on the sidelines.Not long after, he greeted us for dinner.

Turns out he had fondue: goat cheese melted in a small frying pan in the center of the table, poured over boiled potatoes or dipped in bread.The taste is mellow and strong, I have a big appetite and eat a lot.

"In China, do you eat cheese?" Zuzu asked.

"No, don't eat." I thought about it, "I don't eat much."

I remembered that for the first time, Cheng Jiayang took me to eat western food. I tasted the authentic French cheese.

"The most famous food in China is dumplings." I said.

"We have too." Zuzu said.

"That's different," Ode said to her brother. "Chinese dumplings are not filled with cheese, they are filled with vegetables and meat."

"Is it delicious?" he asked, looking at me.

"I'll make dumplings in a few days, please go to my place to eat, okay?"

The boy laughed: "Don't say a few days, tell me when, I don't have much time for vacation."

"Then—in two days. I'll invite some friends. We'll have a little party together."

The siblings were very happy, and Zuzu said, "I took Dad's wine away secretly."

Ode rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, that's great, I wish you success."

At this moment, a big white dog came out from behind and brushed against my calf, which startled me.Its forelimbs clung to Zuzu's body, and Zuzu stroked the hair on its forehead that blocked its eyes, and said, "This is Oroel, my younger brother."

This is how the French love their dogs and treat them as part of their own family.

He said to the big dog again: "Oroel, this is Fei, you see she speaks French so well, isn't it amazing?"

The big dog gave a "bark" as a greeting to me.

Don't say it, you're really sensible.

After chatting for a while, it was getting late and I was about to leave.

Ode said: "What should I do? The car was driven away by my parents."

Zuzu said: "I will send it."

Ode said: "Forget it, don't show off your classic motorcycle."

"I'll walk her off."

"That's fine." Ode said, "Fey, he's taking you home. Don't worry, my brother is very skilled."

At night in southern France, the sky is as high as the sea is deep. On the dark blue dome, the stars are shining brightly, seabirds are singing and flying, and the salty sea breeze is blowing, making the leaves rustle. It is the inner voice of people when they are young.

In this way, Zuzu is not like his sister.We walked to the station of the circle tram, and he didn't say a word either.

The tram is coming, I have to go, say good night to him, goodbye.

But he got into the car with me: "I'll take you to University City."

It seems to be the day when I first arrived in Paris, he sent me to the youth hostel scene.This is a conscientious gendarme.

Until I walked downstairs of my dormitory, I pointed to the window and said to him: "Look, this is my room. After two days, you can't make a mistake."

"No," he smiled, "but you have to make more dumplings."

"no problem."

I bounced upstairs, went back to my room, changed clothes, washed, looked at my watch, it was so late, I must have taken the last bus back just now, but how did Zuzu go back?
3
Cheng Jiayang

Mingfang's child was born as a little girl with a round face and a small layer of hair.My fingers were grabbed by her, and my hands were full.

I went to see Mingfang with a gift prepared by my mother, and met Wen Xiaohua in the hospital ward.

The child was held in her arms, holding my hand.Afterwards, I sent Wen Xiaohua home. On the way, we talked about this child, whose name hadn't been decided yet. Mingfang called on us to work together.

I said I wanted to go home and look through the dictionary, Xiaohua said: "Ordinary Chinese characters are the best, the more ordinary the name, the better the person."

"Have a theory?"

"That's right. Look, Jiayang, Xiaohua, what an ordinary name, what an outstanding character."

I laughed.

"Are you going to have something to do later?"

"No." I said, looking at her, and she looked at me.

"Why don't you go drink tea." I said.

"Okay, I know a Taiwanese tea shop that has a variety of shaved ice."

Two adults, like boys and girls, eat colorful shaved ice in a Taiwanese tea shop decorated as a cartoon house, as if rejuvenated.

Wen Xiaohua ate a portion of mango and another portion of mangosteen, savoring it attentively and enjoying it to the extreme.My portion turned into ice water, and I only ate half of it.When she was satisfied, she raised her head and smiled at me: "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" I said.

"Be so patient and wait until I finish eating."

"I'm nothing but a lot of patience." I said honestly.

"I sometimes think that you are a polite and proud person, you don't talk much, and you reject others. In fact..."

"I don't speak because I'm not very good at talking; being polite, I don't need to show other expressions. In principle, I'm a lazy person."

She looked at me and then out the window.

"When I was young, I was very competitive. I went to the best university and went to the farthest country. After working, my nature is the same. I do difficult subjects that others don't do, and I go to interview in the most dangerous and tricky places. I work very hard. , because I believe in my heart that as long as I work hard, I will achieve my goal.”

She took a sip of water, with a faint smile on her face: "Until I met you. Cheng Jiayang, do you know that you are the kind of difficult person that foreigners say."

Is this the way to start counting on me?
"I don't even know what you think. You try your best to get close, and every time you find it, you go back to the starting point like a stranger. The elders praise me, and you just smile. You can't see me alone. Take a look and don't say a word. You don't know that being too polite is impolite.

"Sometimes, you also make me panic. For example, I suddenly felt better and was willing to drive me home. I happily threw my car at the hospital; for example, I was not busy anymore and spent an afternoon eating with me. ice."

"I didn't know you were driving."

"I forgot myself."

She giggled and said, "My IQ is zero when I meet you."

She spoke so clearly that she finally decided not to wrong herself.

I don't know what to say, the questions are difficult, and people don't know how to answer them.

I can't even say I'm sorry, why am I sorry?What a loss to such a wonderful girl.

I was so embarrassed, I raised my head, Wen Xiaohua was looking at my face.

I just felt my throat was dry and I couldn't speak.

She was finally disappointed, picked up the handbag by herself, and left.

4
jofi
It took me a lot of work to invite my classmates and friends to eat dumplings at home.

Foreign cabbage is very hard, boiled with water until soft, and then chopped into fine stuffing; the meat stuffing in the mall is mixed with foreign seasoning, so I have to buy fresh meat and process it myself; fortunately, the quality of French white flour is really good, white and tender. It is chewy and almost transparent when cooked.It can’t just be dumplings. I smashed the cucumber, mixed it with salt and sesame paste bought from a Chinese store, and made it into a "Chinese salad". In case someone is not used to it, I also prepared some sandwiches and two large plates of eggs. fried rice.I also bought some fruit and beer.

After a busy afternoon like this, in the evening, the dumplings were out of the pot, and my friends arrived one after another.

Dumplings stuffed with cabbage are very popular, and students from Hong Kong and Taiwan also find this northern taste novel, let alone foreigners.The smell of food also attracted foreign students living on the same floor, so young faces with different skin colors filled my small room.I feel so fulfilled that they can feast on this simple meal.

Odd Ferrandi, who was off work, came alone and brought us two melons.She ate the dumplings I made, raised her thumbs up and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

I asked her, "Why isn't your brother here?"

"Didn't he come?" She looked around. "Hey, who knows. Fee," she handed me the clean plate, "and some fried rice."

After eating, drinking tea and beer, someone brought a tape recorder to play Arabic music, some whispered and laughed, and some danced slowly to the music in the small space in the center of the room.

I sat on the sofa cushion at the door, took a cigarette that Ode gave me, took a deep breath, and felt very happy in the lingering smoke.

My phone rang and I picked it up and said "hello".

There was a pause on the other side of the phone, and then I heard Cheng Jiayang's voice: "Qiao Fei?"

I stood up, left my room, ran to the balcony of the dormitory, and said, "Hi, it's me, hello, Jiayang."

On the balcony, the moon is bright and clear at this time, and the breeze is blowing softly across my face and neck.I didn't need to look in the mirror, but I knew I was smiling, and I said, "It's early morning over there, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Did you call me? I got your number."

"Yeah, a few days ago. I want to tell you that my basic course is over and I got sixteen in both subjects."

"That's great. Congratulations.

"……What are you doing?"

"Have a party with your classmates."

"Is it lively?"

"Very good. My dumplings are very popular."

"Yeah, I know, you are good at cooking and eating."

I feel that there are a lot of things I want to say to Jiayang, the words are in my heart, and I wander around, but I don't know how to start, and I hope he will say more.I love his voice the most, it has never been clear without impurities, and today it sounds so soft.

"Okay, let's play and have fun.

"Goodbye."

It's over so soon?

"Goodbye." I had to say.I turned off the phone and looked up at the night sky.

How could I forget Cheng Jiayang's appearance, he is so beautiful.His slightly frowned bushy eyebrows, his watery eyes, his mouth that upset me, his face as white as the dumpling wrappers I made today.

People are so far away, and when I think of him like this, I forget all the misunderstandings and unsatisfactory things in the past. My heart is full of his kindness, and he is as tender and sweet as the waves in summer.

I don’t know how long I stayed on the balcony, I almost forgot about my friends, and when I went back, everyone seemed to be gone, and the note they gave me was pasted on the door, saying: Fei, thank you for your dumplings, which are the same as your egg fried rice Fragrant friendship.Below are the signatures of the heroes.

I laughed, took down the note, and pushed open the door, only to see that there was only one person sitting there, carefully looking at the photo I pasted on the desk.He turned around, but it turned out to be Zuzu, with black hair and black eyes, he looked at me: "I'm here, but I seem to have eaten all the food."

"Who made you come so late?" I said, and started looking around to see if there was anything else I could prepare for him.

"because this."

He actually took out a white puppy from his arms, small and fat, rolled out of his arms, fell onto my bed, looked around, and made a "whoop" sound.

I held the puppy in my arms and sat on the cushion: "What is this for? Such a big surprise."

"Having a puppy makes life happier."

"Thank you, I like puppies best."

"This is a newborn puppy. I brought it from a friend's house in the suburbs. Give him a name."

I thought about it and looked at him, the puppy's eyes were as bright as Zuzu's: "Ah, yes."

"what?"

"Call me Zuzu, okay?"

The boy really thought about it seriously: "Okay, he's also Italian anyway."

I want to laugh, I'm about to suffocate my internal injuries.

"Are you hungry?" I said.

He nodded.

"There are no more dumplings, and I don't have such a good cheese fondue to entertain you, oh. I'll make you fried rice, Cantonese fried rice, okay?"

"Great."

I used the leftover rice, eggs, and chopped green onion to fry up a plate of fried rice for Zu Zu, and took another cucumber. He ate it all in a short while: "It's delicious. Fei, thank you."

"Where are you talking?" I hugged the puppy Zuzu and said, "I haven't thanked you yet. I heard from Ode that you want to go to Africa? To join the peacekeeping force?"

"Yes. The application has been submitted, and the result will be known next spring."

"why?"

"What about you? Why do you study translation?"

"To make money, give flowers to my parents."

Zuzu nodded: "When I was a child, I saw a picture of a skinny little girl in Africa lying on the ground, about to die. Behind her, an eagle was about to eat her."

I also saw this picture in a book. At that time, I was glad that I was born in China, not Africa.

The purgatory on earth where you can't even hide, the French boy who lives affluent and carefree said that he just wants to work there.

"You went there, what can you do?"

"It's better to do it than not do it well."

Still so eloquent and confident.

He looked at me, I looked at him, the boy suddenly reached out and stroked my hair: "Your hair is so nice."

"Oh, it's nothing, I get up every morning, lick it myself, and moisten it with saliva."

He laughed haha: "Like a dog?"

"Like Zuzu." I pointed to the puppy in my arms.

It was getting late and he was going back.

I said, "How do you get there? The buses are gone."

"It's okay. I'll run back, like I did that night."

"so far?"

From the university town to Ferrandi's bakery, you have to cross the whole city. Although the city is not big, it is still a long distance.

"Just kidding." Zuzu looked very disapproving. "I represented Montpellier in the Tour de France last year. What is that? Next time I will show you the photos of me cycling on the Alpine road."

The boy jumped up to warm up after speaking: "I'm leaving."

Before I noticed, the tall Zuzu pressed my shoulder and kissed my cheek: "Good night, goodbye."

He said and ran out.

He ran downstairs, whistled loudly, shouted the password of the military police, and ran away.

I heard the scream of a female classmate from an unknown room: "Which bastard is it? I just took medicine and fell asleep!"

Cheng Jiayang

I was at another man's house when I called Fay.

I just changed her clothes and fed her hot water, and now she is lying weakly on the bed, looking pale.

She is obviously a healthy and strong girl, but with her current appearance, people have to feel pity for Wen Xiaohua.

The sky in summer has already turned white at this time, and the previous night was a chaotic night.

On the first night, I had a drink at the bar with Xu Dong, who I hadn’t seen for a long time. He talked about his business, which was not going well recently; Indifferent, with a face, like a priceless cultural relic of the Forbidden City, expensive and dignified, but dead.

I said, what he said was a bit serious.He told me that he hadn't had sex for a long time, and he didn't want to. The woman seemed to have cut off his desire.

He asked Qiao Fei very naturally, and he remembered her name so clearly.

I said, drink.

He sighed and didn't continue.

When Wen Xiaohua came in, there were two or three men beside him, a group of people who were glamorous and arrogant.

He must have seen me, and sat on the table next to Xudong and me.Called a lot of wine, talked and laughed loudly, and punched.

I told Xudong, "Let's go."

He pulled my arm and said hoarsely after drinking too much: "Don't tell me, sit with brother for a while, brother. Where do you want me to go now?"

I had no choice but to sit here, unable to drink, fiddled with the mobile phone, there was a text message from the secretary's desk, which was the number of Jofi who was in France, and I looked at that number repeatedly.

Xiaohua behind her asked the man beside her: "You just said, what's your name, Jason?"

"He's not Jason, I'm the one who punishes you for drinking."

"Okay, okay." Xiaohua was in a good mood, "Good wine."

Xu Dong suddenly started to sing a ditty: "Let's swing our oars, the boat pushes away the waves..."

I have a headache. It hurts.

It's been a long time.The singer in the bar exited, and the DJ played Sting's soft rock.

Finally someone decided to leave here, Wen Xiaohua led a group of boyfriends to change places for another drink, and she ran back in a hurry after walking far away, and it turned out that the handbag was left here.

We were still face to face, but she laughed and pointed at me: "Jason?"

I look at her.

One of her male companions came up and walked out with her arms in his arms: "What is Jason everywhere, Jason is here."

I patted Xudong: "Brother, are you feeling better? I'll take you home."

"You don't need to send it." He stood up suddenly, his voice was sober and generous, as if all the old wine just now had been drunk into my stomach, but before the words fell, he sat down again, closed his eyes, and muttered He muttered, "Send it, don't send it home."

Some people are so drunk that they don't know where this place is or what evening it is.For some, the night has just begun.

I helped Xudong walk to the door of the bar, and a gorgeous girl was pushing the door in. It was Wu Jiayi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, looking at me, looking at Xudong, he struggled to stand up straight.

Wu Jiayi said, "Hi."

I said, "Hi."

Xudong said, "Jiayi."

Then he began to cry.

I came out by myself, walked a small circle on the small street in front of the bar to get some air, and turned back to pick up the car.I was thinking that this person rescued Xudong at the right time and took him away, so he probably wouldn't go home.

As I was walking towards the parking lot, a car drove over crazily and quickly, and stopped three centimeters in front of my legs.

The driver looked up from the steering wheel, it was Wen Xiaohua who was drunk.

After drinking like this, the car still drives so well, I must ask her to teach me another day.

She watches me in the car.

Who can tell me how to deal with this situation?

She threw up in her car.

I had to go over, open her car door, and drag her out. This champagne lady would be in such a mess.

I sent her back to my home. Along the way, Xiaohua was confused and could barely tell the address.

When I arrived at her house, I helped her clean up, fed her water, and finally put her to sleep.

Who made this girl look like this?Who can take this responsibility?
I smoke on the balcony of her house.

Then I made that phone call to Jofi.

She sounds like a pleasant voice, her academic performance is excellent, she should love life in France, she has always known how to take care of herself, and find abundant joy in a simple life.It reassures me now, and—jealously.

I walked back to Wen Xiaohua's room, she was already awake, looking at me quietly, her face was pitifully small.

"I have to go. I have to go to work," I said.

She lowered her head and said slowly, "I'm sorry."

I walked over and held her hand: "I feel uncomfortable, vent my anger with myself, you are a child."

Her tears flowed out at once.

Next, for a long time, I did not see Wen Xiaohua's column.I called her colleague, and was told that the reason was that the program was adjusted, and after I told her that she was Xiaohua's friend, the person said that Xiaohua, the editor and anchor, was sick and on vacation.

In this way, things are a little serious.

I know that she, like me, is a person who delays nothing and does not delay work.I called her cell phone, and then called home, but I couldn't reach her.

After returning from a business trip in Guangzhou, I immediately called her again.

Finally found this person, she is at home right now.

"Where have you been?" I asked. "I was taken aback. I thought you were missing."

"What's so serious?" she said. "I'm traveling, otherwise there would be no vacation."

We didn't speak for a little while.

"Jiayang, do you have time, come over now?"

I thought about it: "Okay."

When I arrived, Xiaohua opened the door wearing a long golden blue dress with a strange shape. In fact, she looks very good now, and she is very energetic and beautiful.

In her room, there are many bottles and jars, long-necked, round-mouthed, crooked, with ancient and gorgeous patterns, and there is a tapestry on the wall, with a beautiful woman wearing a veil riding a camel.

"Where did this go? Why has the style changed?" I said.

"Turkey."

"Ah, great place."

"Drink this for you."

I tasted the drink she handed me, the fragrant camellia.

I smiled: "It must have been a very pleasant journey. You threw the audience away."

She sat on the mat next to me, looked at my face, her eyes sparkled and said, "It's very pleasant." I followed the locals and prayed five times a day, because they said that God knows everything.I asked Allah in the temple, Allah, you know everything, do you know that I like Cheng Jiayang?Do you know what he thinks of me? "

I didn't know what to say anymore, but my eyes were stuck in hers and I couldn't leave.

Then Xiaohua's lips were printed on my lips.Cool and soft.

We moved a little away, faces almost touching, and I saw the smile in her eyes.

My words were very difficult, I said: "Xiaohua, you will regret it, I am not good enough for you."

"nonsense."

She hugged my face and continued to kiss me.

(End of this chapter)