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Chapter 2 An Unknown Kiss

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Cheng Jiayang

While preparing my graduation thesis, I started an internship at the Higher Education Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.As a newcomer, there are at least two days a week to participate in training.I have become accustomed to the content, Chinese-French translation of professional entries in various fields of social life, shorthand practice in foreign languages, simultaneous interpretation simulation... Although my foundation is good, and I have the experience of studying abroad in Paris University, but this is In an industry that requires practitioners to constantly strengthen learning and self-improvement, competition and elimination are cruel.

My brother still doesn't come home, and my parents are still as busy as the President of the United States.

I live quietly by myself.One day, I couldn't help calling Mingfang and told the nanny who answered the phone to look for her. When I heard her footsteps approaching, I suddenly lost my courage and put down the phone.

That day, Xudong took me to the best nightclub in the city called "Qingcheng".There are red lights, green wine, and young and beautiful girls softly in people's arms. This is a land of confusion and tenderness.But in the crowd, a person's soul is even more lonely. I hid out and smoked my own cigarettes, but Xudong found out and pushed me back hurriedly.Singing louder, drinking stronger alcohol, under the effect of some kind of anesthesia, I suddenly felt a little like here.Such a double life continues quietly.

In June, the summer tide on the sea is high, and hibiscus blooms in the campus.

Xudong finally remembered something, and one day when we had lunch together, he asked me, "How is the girl I asked you to find for me last time?"

He was talking about Joffe.

"No." I put a piece of medium-rare and juicy steak into my mouth, looked at Xudong who was staring at me, and repeated, "No, it's not easy to find someone."

In fact, one day ago, as an outstanding student representative, I just sent the certificate and certificate of No. 3, the first prize of the National French Examination, to her.

Fei's performance was different, she took the award from me with a smile, and then actually said in front of everyone: "Thanks to the academy, to my parents, to the director and our team, I am very happy to be awarded an Oscar. I love you guys." Then, she put her hands on her chest, restrained her emotions and couldn't hide her excitement -- definitely the demeanor of an Oscar queen.

My God, this girl is such a treasure.I believe she came prepared and she knew she was going to get this result.The classmates laughed together, and the teachers tolerantly understood the unorthodox humor of this outstanding student.

I thought of all the funny things she had done before, and I was really curious about what kind of family this child came from.

Xudong waved his hand in front of my eyes: "What are you thinking?"

"No."

He looked at me: "I have something to ask you."

"Tell me, why are you being polite to me?"

"I have a tender document to be translated into French, but I can't trust others, please help me to read it."

He took out a stack of documents from his bag, and I took them over to look through them. It was Xudong's own company's bid for a bridge project in Mali, Africa: "My dad is staring at my performance. I am determined to win this project."

I said, "It will take a week."

"Okay! That's great, I'm afraid you're too busy to agree." He took out a bank card and put it in front of me, "You can give me some snacks."

"Come on." I pushed the card back, "Why are you still like me?"

"Come on," Xudong took the card back, "You are not short of money, and I won't do this with you anymore. I won the bid, brother, thank you very much."

Bidding documents don't have a lot of content, but because of their special commercial nature, they have extremely high requirements for wording.For a week, I worked on Xudong's bidding documents. When I finished the translation, I also ended my student career and entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' Higher Education Bureau as a double master's degree to officially start working.

On graduation day, after the ceremony, I hoped to see Mingfang.Go to the teaching building of the English Department to find her, and see her proctoring in a classroom at the end of the corridor.

We haven't seen each other for two months, maybe Ming Fang lost weight because of the complicated preparations for the wedding.But wearing a moon-white dress, she is still heartbreakingly beautiful. It reminds me of when I was young, I ate fruit shaved ice in the yard of her house, watched her sitting on the swing and read a book, and sometimes smiled at me. Said: "Jiayang, you ate the strawberry on your nose."

I sigh and get out of there.

This lingering emotion is disturbing, and I want to forget her.

When you first start working, you have heavy responsibilities.French political dignitaries came to visit, and the vice chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference received them. I was sent to translate.The big man who visited was an old man in his eighties. Although his thinking was still clear, his articulation was not clear. In addition, he had a strong Mediterranean accent. I could barely cope with the first few words. After gradually getting into the role, I finally completed the task satisfactorily.

After the meeting, the vice chairman looked at me: "Xiao Cheng?"

"Yes." I smiled.

"How is Lao Cheng?"

"Fortunately, I recently led a team to attract business in North America."

"Is your son stepping into your father's business?"

"Yes. Work at High Flip."

"Good turn, good job."

A pat on the shoulder meant that there was a long way to go.

I didn't expect to meet another person—a director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He was responsible for accompanying the foreign guests throughout the journey. He greeted me and called me by first name and surname: "Cheng Jiayang."

I nodded and looked at this person: about [-] years old, of medium build, with a Chinese face.

"I'm Zhou Nan."

Not impressed.

"Fu Mingfang is my fiancee."

In any case, we are family friends with the Fu family.Should I call "brother-in-law"?Seems like it should be.

I shook his hand, shaking it hard, to show affection.

I said, "Brother-in-law, Mingfang should have introduced us earlier."

jofi
The savings in my hand are enough to pay the tuition fees for the next semester, and the summer vacation is coming soon. I hope to find a job as soon as possible.I plan to leave "Allure".

I'm not sure if it was Cheng Jiayang I saw in "Qingcheng" that day.Later, I saw him once at the meeting where the exam results were announced, and he delivered the certificate and certificate to me in a gentle and courteous manner.It's hard to connect a guy like him with a junkie in a lounge, but who knows, who can see the soul behind someone's face.This kind of thinking made me secretly startled. I have been in "Qingcheng" for a long time, and I can't meet acquaintances, especially him.

I'm leaning on my head at the bar to make this plan.A man sat next to me, and tapped the back of my hand lightly with his right hand that put down his wine glass: "Sister, can we have a chat?"

To be a monk for a day, you have to beat the clock for a day.What's more, this person's manner is quite refined, and he has beautiful hands. I turned my head and just wanted to open my mouth to say hello, but I just stood there in a daze.

It's Cheng Jiayang.

He already smelled of alcohol, his eyes were confused, his hair covered his face, and under the dim light, his face was bloodless.Many years later, I recalled the scene at that time and confessed to my fate that I had been bewitched by Yu Cheng Jiayang, so even if I faced him like this, decadent, indulgent, pale, and desperate, he was still beautiful in my eyes , sexy, blows my mind.

"I seem to have seen this sister before." He said, looking at my face carefully.I'm not afraid, drunk like this, I have long forgotten my other world.

"In a dream? Brother Bao."

He laughed: "What wine do you want?"

"Dear."

"No problem." He waved, and the bartender brought black whiskey.Cheng Jiayang poured half a glass for me, but pressed his hand on my mouth, his face was close, and his breath brushed against my face, "However, you must smell your mouth first." Then, his thin lips pressed against my mouth. on my lips.

What kind of world is this?A noble and elegant prince in the daytime, and a devil kissing the lady in the dark night?
But what do I care so much about?It is true that this person is weird, but it is also true that his lips are cold.I stick out my tongue, lingering at the familiar yet unfamiliar outline, warming the cold lines, tasting his taste, his tongue also sticks into my mouth, bringing the mellow smell of wine.We were in love with each other, and then separated a little bit. I concentrated on kissing and sucking the corners of his mouth. I wondered how to say such beautiful French there.

He put his arms around my body, and wrapped his arm around my waist without the wine glass. He responded to my kiss on his lips and said in a low voice: "Wow."

We were nose to nose, and he smelled like Russian bonbons.I looked up into his eyes and smiled slightly, who took advantage of whom?
"You... you, are you coming out?"

"Look, the situation."

"Come with me?"

As we talked, we still couldn't end the lingering kiss.I thought in a daze, with this ideal partner, I would set a kissing record in "Allure".But when he asked me to come out with him, it seemed to be a bigger temptation.

I have difficulty breathing: "Please."

"Please..." He frowned and pulled me closer to his body.

I was literally ecstatic.Watching him pay the bill quickly, throwing his coat over my bare shoulders.We hugged each other and quickly left "Qingcheng".

2
jofi
But what happened next was not as glamorous as the judges expected.Cheng Jiayang, who was so drunk that he was so drunk and deprived of oxygen by the stunt I just kissed the whole family to death, couldn't even drive the car back to the city from the "Qingcheng" located on the outskirts of the sea. We turned from the road to the beach, Cheng Jiayang started to vomit as soon as he opened the door and got out of the car, looking very embarrassed.

A person without talent cannot drink against his temper.I watched him close his eyes, crouch down and vomit, he vomited so well that even the bile came out, and he lay down on the beach next to the car again, falling into a coma.

Somewhere in this world, there must be a woman who doesn't know her own luck, and hurt this person like this.

And in this corner of the world, a woman's self-esteem is completely broken by a man who throws up after kissing her.

I decided, from now on, to be disgusted.

I heard Cheng Jiayang's groaning, but I couldn't make out the sound. I didn't know if it was Chinese or French. After carefully distinguishing the sound, it turned out to be "water".

I said, "Where is it?"

He closed his eyes: "In the car."

I found mineral water in his car, slapped his face, opened his mouth, and poured water into it.Cheng Jiayang coughed due to choking, so he barely sat up, rinsed his mouth, and drank water.

Then look at me, eyes a little sober.

"Do you know?" I asked.

He nodded.

"who am I?"

I don't know what I'm thinking, whether I want him to recognize Jofi or not.

"Sister in the nightclub."

Come on, throw up in vain.

"feeling terrible?"

He nodded and looked at me.He is so good looking.

I sat down with his coat under my hip.We face the sea.Under the night, the sea and the sky meet, and the stars are in pairs.

"Is it because of feelings?"

"I met her fiancé."

Honest man.

What a luxury, to actually destroy myself because of emotional problems.

"She doesn't know how you treat yourself like this."

"I don't need her to know. If she knows, she doesn't know."

logic problem.

"Why don't you talk to her."

"It's not a TV show."

So drunk, but still able to rob others, he really is a professional celebrity.

That's right, it's not a TV series, but his head actually lowered and leaned on my shoulder.

I don't know how to drive, and I seem to be waiting for him on this beach until he wakes up.I was cold, looking for cigarettes in his arms.I found it, but I couldn't smoke it, the fragrant marijuana.It turned out that I saw it well that day.What is the life of the proud son of today?
His cell phone rang and I picked it up.The other party said: "Jiayang?" It was a young male voice.

"Oh," I was quite alert, "what did you say his name was?"

"...I'm looking for Jiayang."

"Is he a tall, thin, white man?"

"who are you?"

"Miss. Who are you?"

"Call the gentleman next to you, I am his brother."

Great, should be a lifesaver.I put the phone close to Cheng Jiayang and patted his face, he made a chaotic murmur.

"That's it." I said.

"Forget it." The other party smiled, "I won't bother you anymore."

"Wait a minute, you can pick him up. We are now on the west beach, at the intersection of Route 26, on the south side." I gave the exact direction, "He's drunk and can't drive back."

"Okay..." Of course this is a tricky situation, and of course Cheng Jiayang's appearance surprised his family, "I'll be there."

"About how long?"

"Half an hour."

I hung up the line, looked at Cheng Jiayang's sleeping face, and said, "Auntie will stay with you for another 10 minutes."

Ten minutes before Cheng Jiayang's brother arrived, I left him and set off for the city on foot.Before dawn, there were very few cars on the road, and occasionally a long-distance bus passed by. I looked at the license plate to see if there was a car from my hometown.

This night, I learned a lesson, masculinity is harmful.In order to "sweet mouth" with him, the tip was wasted, and I could only get some commission from the bottle of black whiskey, which was nothing to worry about.And, from here, I'm going to walk step by step back to the city in a short skirt and stiletto heels.

Thinking about it this way, a white jeep parked next to me, with a face protruding out, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a very gentle look, like an urban yuppie: "Miss, how far is it to intersection 26?"

There is no reason to ask this question, there will be road signs when we arrive, besides, I recognize this voice, this is Cheng Jiayang's brother, so it looks quite similar.It was too late to say it, it was too late, I thought about it for less than a second, then I turned my head to the other side, kept walking, and continued to walk forward, waving my arms in the direction when I came, and said loudly to him: "Keep going."

He stopped to talk to me, just to see if the weird woman who appeared on the road in the early morning was the one just now.However, the two brothers, who are so handsome and neat, don't know how outstanding their parents are.

I walked to the bus stop and it was already daylight.After tossing and returning to school, although he looked embarrassed, luckily he was not seen by acquaintances.

It's Sunday morning now, everyone is busy with their own work, and they are not in the dormitory. I wash up and want to sleep first. I am really tired.Getting under the covers, I still feel scared, maybe I didn't let Cheng Jiayang recognize me.I made up my mind to leave "Qingcheng", and this kind of life will never happen again.Then I fell asleep, but I didn't sleep well, and there seemed to be the sound of waves in my ears.

It was my mobile phone that woke me up, and the number displayed on the screen was the number of my neighbor.My heart "thumped".

Cheng Jiayang

I woke up and lay in my own home.Yesterday was a chaotic night, I remember going to "Allure", I remember drinking a lot of wine, besides strong wine, I also lingered on someone's fragrant and soft lips, and then it was a miserable experience, I remember vomiting.

"woke up?"

It's Cheng Jiaming, my brother whom I haven't seen for a long time.By the way, I remember him dragging me home.

"Jiayang, you are tired. You never drink like this."

I sat up and asked him, "What time is it?"

"Sunday night. You slept all day."

"It's rare for you to see me."

"That's easy." He brought me a glass of water.I look at him, two years gone, his appearance has not changed in the slightest, so it is lackluster.

"How are you doing?" Jiaming asked me.

"I graduated with a master's degree and started working. I made a comeback in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"They've drawn you into that circle after all."

"You are a doctor and I am a civil servant. There is no difference between us. Neither of us is going anywhere."

"I do what I love."

I am enough.I don't want to be overwhelmed after a hangover and debating with a doctor of hepatobiliary surgery.I stood up and walked to the window: "Don't bully the patient."

Jiaming, who is three years older than me, is the black sheep of the family.My parents always wanted him to inherit his career and make achievements in diplomacy, but Jia Ming went against their wishes and went to study medicine and became a doctor.The ancients said that people are divided into groups, and things of a kind flock together. They also said that if the ways are different, do not conspire with each other.From a class point of view, we have a huge gap in ideology, so we have been at odds since childhood.

"I know that Mom and Dad are not here, so I came here to find you."

"What are you here to ask?"

"Ming Fang is getting married this month, do you know?"

It seemed like the whole world was coming to announce this to me.Jiaming sees my heart for Mingfang. "So you came to mock me?"

He paused for a moment, thinking about it: "Now it seems that this is the way to go."

"Get out," I said.

I heard the sound of Jiaming closing the door, sat down, and opened the French version of Le Monde on the table: Disaster relief after the earthquake, labor protection throughout France needs to be improved, Air Cameroon is in dispute with the French government again... there is no article is good news.

The phone rang suddenly, I checked the number, it was Xudong.

"Jiayang, I won the bid, and my father is very satisfied with my performance."

"Congratulations." Finally there was good news.

"How can brother thank you?" He laughed ghostly.

"Anything will do."

"You have a good time. This weekend, I will give you a big gift."

3
jofi
Newborn babies are all naked, and the only "clothes" on their bodies are thin and transparent skin, like uniforms without ranks, regardless of high or low.

But this equality is only for a moment.Fate predestined that some of those babies will be well-fed and well-fed in their later lives, and some will live in embarrassment.

Cheng Jiayang, the darling of heaven, tortured himself because of small emotional setbacks, looking for life and death; while I was worrying about my livelihood at this time, planning how to get a considerable amount of money as soon as possible to tide over the difficulties.Don't care about the method, just as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I am not the only one who has the problem. "Sister" Julia, the powerful senior class of "Qingcheng", is also worried: a team of girls under her command is taken away by the newly opened counterparts due to an accident.Now he is sharpening the nail clippers on his little finger very quickly, squinting his eyes, and muttering to himself viciously: "The old saying is good, a bitch is merciless, an actor is merciless."

I received the commission for the drinks at the bar, looked at him, and thought to myself, this person is now so angry that he even scolded himself.

"Feifei." He stopped me who was about to leave, "Take a step slowly, sister has something to tell you."

People don't make mistakes for no reason. The right time and place, as well as unprepared accidents, coupled with a little catalyst to speed up the reaction, can gradually drag you into the abyss.

"Sister" Julia was the timely catalyst.

"Help my sister and deal with a big customer."

It turned out that someone bought Chuye.

I think if it is a girl of seventeen or eighteen, Chu Ye is a sweet beauty, and I have already passed this ginseng-like age.

but.

"Reputation problem, I can't let them see my jokes. You help my sister, the 6 yuan is all yours, and I won't take a cent."

6 yuan.I frowned, uneasy about this modest fortune.Julia's "sister" would have misunderstood it, as long as I was indecisive, as soon as she took my hand, she almost burst into tears.

"Feifei, tell me, since you came here, my sister still loves you, right? Did my sister force you to do it when you were unhappy? When your aunt came, my sister even lent you her sanitary napkin. "

I quickly said: "Please stop. You use sanitary napkins as handkerchiefs. That's fine, I can do this, but I have two conditions."

"Tell my sister."

"Sister, I want to ask for money first."

"I've seen that your child is promising. No problem. Next."

"Well, I can't. You tell me about the technique."

Julia saw that I agreed, and the matter was basically settled, as if a big heart had been removed.He caressed my face, looked into my eyes, and smiled slightly: "What technique? The film on your body is more important than anything else. In porn, it's all fancy moves, which have no practical value. But I Let me tell you two things, Xiao Feifei," he said later, his voice lowered and he looked like a gypsy wizard, "first, no matter what kind of stinky man you are, this night means a lot to you. It hurts It is inevitable, but you have to enjoy it. Remember, sex is more wonderful for women. Second, look at his eyes, keep looking at his eyes, he enters your body, and you see Go in his eyes. Don’t suffer.”

Cheng Jiayang

Xudong is a person with a virgin complex.The most memorable thing for a playboy like him is still the first girl to go to bed in junior high school.He said that when the girl bleeds, she also shed tears, crying and saying: "Slow down, no, no, it hurts..." He has never heard such a good voice again.He said that he often went to see that girl later, she got married early, and now she is the mother of children.Looking at it now, compared to his Yingying Yanyan, her appearance is a bit too ordinary, but her body is still nostalgic.

I'm less inclined to recall my own sexual experiences.I had two girls, one was a classmate in college, and the other was an overseas Chinese ABC girl I met in a bar.Pure, glamorous, women are nothing more than that, and they all die without a problem.When I'm having sex, it's hard to get involved.In my eyes, there is only Fu Mingfang.If you love someone so much, it's not surprising that you hate someone like me.

I don't want her to be happy, I hope she will be with me in misfortune; I don't want her to smile, I hope she is as cold as me; There was a small, well-timed disaster, and the garden became an isolated island, leaving me and Fu Mingfang alone.

However, at Fu Mingfang and Zhou Nan's luxurious and warm wedding ceremony, the beautiful bride greeted the guests with a smile on her face. At this time, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the green grass garden was filled with the smell of perfume lilies.The long tables are assembled into a horseshoe shape, which symbolizes luck.The ladies are dressed in fragrant clothes, talking, greetings and blessings in a low voice, fine robes, and the rustling sound of cloth.

I drank some champagne, and finally Fu Mingfang and Zhou Nan approached me.I presented the gift chosen by my mother, and then held the hands of the two of them, happily and sincerely wishing: "I wish you happiness and a happy union for a hundred years."

"Thank you, thank you." The two said together, really like a husband and wife.

The feast begins.Not a buffet.Western-style delicacies, one after another, the dishes are very ordinary, but the wine is good wine, I drink a lot.

He heard Mr. Liu who was sitting across from him say, "Jiayang is really a good drinker."

"Wine is good wine, suitable for drowning sorrows." The girl beside him said.

I turned my head to look at her. This face was obviously unfamiliar, but it felt like deja vu.

The napkin on the girl's lap fell off at this time, and I picked it up for her.She was wearing a white silk dress, and she put the napkin on her lap, and it slipped and fell again.I helped her pick it up again, and the girl smiled slightly: "It's really the demeanor of a diplomat."

I am depressed and unwilling to socialize.

Finally, when someone left the table, I followed closely and prepared to leave.Ming Fang had already changed into a small light purple dress, her hair was coiled up, revealing her beautiful neck, and she greeted guests in a corner of the garden.

I felt angry, looked at her, only looked at her, rushed up in three steps at a time, grabbed her hand, and fixed the pair of water-cut eyes.Why do I have to pretend to be a modest gentleman?Why can't I be myself?I said loudly: "Mingfang, I love you. I want you to be with me."

Then she burst into tears, threw herself into my arms, and murmured in a low voice: "Jiayang, how long have I been waiting for your words."

Then we abandon everything here, and we fly away.

However, in the blue sky, fairy tales did not choose to happen here.Still hiding in my gorgeous and hypocritical armor, I walked over, shook Zhou Nan's hand, hugged Ming Fang, and whispered in her ear: "You want to live a happy life, which is very important to me."

I don't know if anyone was touched.When I walked out of the wedding scene by myself, my eyes were moist.I called Xudong, and he promised to give me a gift enough to ecstasy tonight.I said, "I want it, I want it now."

"Now? In broad daylight?!" Xu Dong laughed dumbfoundedly on the other side of the phone, "You really have a good mood."

A Sunday in June, an auspicious day for everything.

It's not until three o'clock in the afternoon.In this big coastal city in the north, some people are getting married, some are traveling, some are working, and some are planning to have sex with strange virgins.

(End of this chapter)