"Ken, are you listening?"
When Tina, who was sitting across from me, blinked her curled eyelashes and asked me softly, I came back to my senses, nodded and said, "I'm listening."
Frankly speaking, I was really distracted.
In my imagination, men and women who meet after a year of breakup should be more silent than enthusiastic, but this logic is obviously not suitable for the fashionable and sexy California girl opposite me. She is still as hot as fire, outspoken, She wants to say what she wants, and never hides it. This was once what I admired about her.
And this year's honing in the European shows made her exude the beauty of self-confidence from the inside out, shining radiantly.
Looking at the blonde woman opposite, the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously, and my thoughts drifted to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, missing that oriental girl with dark eyes.
I know that she never likes to tell the truth. What she thinks and what she says are always two different things. If you want to understand her heart thoroughly, you must look into her eyes.
Her eyes can speak.
When there are bad ideas in her mind, her big eyes will turn around and look around, not daring to look into your eyes.
She probably doesn't know that when she tells a lie, she will speak more words unconsciously. Her duplicity eyes, paired with a duplicity but chattering little mouth, are often so cute that I want to laugh, but often I can only pretend to cooperate. Seeing her confident expression, and seeing her self-righteous smile like a fox, somewhere in my heart seemed to be tickled by feathers, and agitated.
Just like a few days ago, this police officer Fang awkwardly saw me off at the airport, looked around for a while with big eyes, and suddenly grabbed my chin viciously and said, "Say, do you pick the foreign flowers outside?"
Of course I knew that the little hedgehog with cross-eyed eyes in front of me was actually a timid little sheep, so in the messy airport, I said the most romantic sentence in my life.
"Do you know? From now on, you will be the only one in my world."
Her dumbfounded expression with her mouth open at that time made the feather in my heart tickle again, so I couldn't help but tell her with an affectionate kiss at the airport, like many lovers who are about to leave, that I can't leave her anymore.
And I was waiting for the day when she took the initiative to tell me with a kiss that she also couldn't leave me.
"Ken, are you still single?"
On the opposite side, Tina, who is as delicate as a doll, goes straight to the point. She will not ask you "how are you doing recently" like a reserved girl. The questions she wants to ask, she never chooses to go around the corner, she will choose the simple and direct Western style.
I took a sip of the mellow red wine, smiled and nodded, "No, I already have a girlfriend."
Tina smiled and shrugged, raised her glass and gestured gracefully to me, "Oh, I'm so glad we both found each other's happiness."
I smiled, raised my wine glass, and lightly clinked glasses with this girl I once loved, for the past that has become a memory, and the future that is worth looking forward to.
"Oh Ken, what country is your girlfriend from?"
With curiosity shining in her eyes, Tina put down the knife and fork in her hand, approached me with her palm-sized face, and gave me a wink, "Am I pretty or is she pretty?"
No matter how beautiful a woman is, even if she is a glamorous supermodel on the catwalk, she will still hold on to the topic of "who is more beautiful". Even if the love is gone, she still does not want to lose to the latecomer.
Even though I was slightly displeased with women's natural comparison psychology, I still reminded her with a smile, "Tina, there is no shortage of compliments in your life."
The woman on the opposite side did not get a satisfactory answer, showing a hint of disappointment, and flirted her blonde hair at me coquettishly, "Oh no, Ken, for us women, we can never have too much compliments from men, Besides, the man I once loved."
Tina suddenly approached me again mysteriously, "Ken, I remember I told you that women are beautiful because of men's compliments."
The beautiful girl raised her thin red lips, showing dissatisfaction, "But Ken, you are always so stingy."
I smiled noncommittally, thanking Tina for reminding me of one thing.
Now that I think about it, I don’t seem to have praised her in front of her. From the very beginning when we met, I always found fault with her. At first I was telling the truth, but later I just wanted to tease her and see her angry expression. The vivid eyes contained unconcealable anger, like a young lioness who was irritated but could do nothing.
I never told her, in fact, she has a pair of charming big eyes, black and bright, occasionally those eyes show a moment of confusion because of ecstasy, like a lost puppy, so cute and innocent that people want to bite After taking a sip, he wanted to rub her into his arms again, not to let her continue wandering.
Big eyes, but a palm-sized face, nose, and mouth are all pleasing to the eye. If the hair is longer and the rude and unruly sex is restrained, she will be a very sweet little woman.
It's a pity that she is not, she is Fang Liangliang who is free and unruly in her bones, and the little woman's temper that she occasionally reveals does not mean anything, she is a big woman who is never willing to hide behind a man.
But this does not hinder her sweetness.
No wonder her boss would send her to sneak into the campus as an undercover agent, put on two braids, and then call me "Uncle" in a sweet voice, the crisp voice is crisp to the heart.
I often have no choice but to think, what should I do with such a naughty and volatile woman
She is a contradictory body with many shortcomings, such as liars, swear words, duplicity, sensitivity, soft heart, impulsiveness, smartness, too bold in fighting injustices, and too timid in emotions. She is the most contradictory and wonderful woman I have ever seen.
She is so wonderful.
I love her kindness, innocence, impulsiveness, and cowardice so much, and even the "fuck" that I said out of embarrassment when she really couldn't compete, was very wonderful to my ears.
I am a hunter, and I love dodging prey very much. I don’t know if there is such a law in the forest, that is, one day, a hunter will fall in love with his prey, and he is unwilling to give it to other hunters.
I don't think I can let go.
Although my beloved prey is a little confused, she is actually very cautious. I want to chase her and let her consume almost all of her energy, and then let her obediently ask me for food.
I want her to choose to come towards me.
"Ken, you've changed, you didn't smile so much before," Tina tapped the table with her red nail polish index finger elegantly, and looked at me with disbelief, "Ken, you used to be a cold man , to be honest, your coldness makes me love and hate. Come on, tell me, who is that girl?"
Tina's cheerful appearance made me laugh out loud. Maybe we didn't love each other very much when we broke up, so today we can open up and talk about our relationship so naturally. Thinking of this, my heart sank, and I thought of her meeting When I was in love, I was stunned and felt a little unhappy.
"She's Chinese, just an ordinary oriental girl."
"Oh? An oriental girl? Does she have slender eyes like Hua Mulan's?"
"No, her eyes are big and beautiful. It was her eyes that first attracted me."
Tina waved her hand, "Ken, stop, stop, I can't stand my ex-boyfriend praising his current girlfriend in front of me, I'm a stingy woman."
I smiled indifferently and praised, "Tina, you are still as cute as ever."
The girl opposite shrugged her shoulders sadly, fluttered her fan-like eyelashes, and looked at me pitifully, "But you have fallen in love with someone else."
I smiled and clinked glasses with her, "Every man loves you, charming lady."
Tina raised her proud and beautiful head and laughed heartily, which attracted the attention of the men around her. She smiled and said, "Oh ken, you always like to surprise people. It's a pity I only had you once, I'm jealous of that Chinese girl."
"I'm also jealous of the man who will have you forever."
"Ken, are you missing me?"
"No, Tina, I'm blessing you."
"Okay, thank you for your blessing." The girl on the opposite side smiled and said nothing, graceful and graceful, she blinked her eyes wide, "Ken, I'm still curious, tell me how you met that girl? Do you know? I’m currently collecting 100 love stories of men and women, you know, I got a bachelor’s degree from Yale University,” the girl gestured neatly with her index finger, beautiful and confident, “Recently, a newspaper asked me to write a column. "
I am silent.
"Tell me, Ken, you have to know how much effort I spent to have a beautiful encounter with you. Tell me, how did that girl conquer your iceberg? Was it a beautiful encounter? Huh?"
I smiled helplessly, I really didn't know how to explain the beginning of me and her to the woman on the opposite side who kept asking questions.
In fact, it was not a beautiful encounter, as if I regretted afterwards how I could help such an incoherent and perverted nightclub girl. She was lucky, and she simply forgot my name after she sobered up.
I used to take it for granted that in a place where men dominate women and women are submissive like Charm, any nightclub girl hopes to climb high and cater to men with soft words and gentle words, just like the established social rules, urban men and women, each takes what he needs.
So the first time I saw a woman approaching me who was too drunk to walk unsteadily, I instinctively felt a twinge of disgust.
But her demeanor is different from those charming nightclub girls I usually meet. Her rudeness, weirdness, jumping thinking, and even the big eyes with heavy makeup but rolling around are impressive.
Those are deceiving eyes, so when she said her name was Hu Youni, I believed it.
A drunken and demented nightclub lady, that's how I would describe her after the fact.
Maybe it's because what she said when she was drunk was weird enough, and her behavior was out of common sense. Before I went to bed this night, a crazy girl accidentally jumped into my mind.
In fact, that night I was supposed to meet the girl my grandmother arranged for me to meet, but I didn't want to see her. She said that she needed to work with Martin and couldn't leave. Grandma still didn't accept such an argument, and she insisted on calling me.
After I hung up the phone and turned around, I saw her just coming out of the bathroom.
Thinking about it now, if there was no call from my grandma, I would pass by her, and no one would know anyone in the crowd.
After returning to China, my grandma has always been keen to arrange marriage affairs for me. When the old man is old and can find something he likes, I just turn a blind eye and let her go. I feel in my heart that everything she does Nothing will have a satisfactory result, because I stubbornly believe that the woman in my life, the first time we met, should not be at a dinner table, in the way of a blind date.
I pay attention to efficiency in doing things, but I definitely don't agree that marriage should be so efficient.
A man and a woman who were completely strangers, catalyzed by a little alcohol, she walked towards me, the heavy makeup on her face covered her real face, her beautiful eyes looked me up and down, and then she said: Hey, take off the suit, I am cold .
She looks like a charming lady, but she has a rascal tone.
I walked away at the time, but for some reason, when I heard her say "I'll tell you my name if you give me the suit", I stopped by a ghost.
I said, I remember you.
The second meeting came immediately, and the tears she wiped away in an instant, the occasional sadness in the hippie, and the lies that could not stand the test faintly made me feel that she was not just a nightclub lady.
She is like an inconspicuous box with rich content, and every content will not let me down. I am eager to know what is in the box, and she successfully aroused my curiosity.
She was really angry that night, and she didn't even bother to argue with me. I guess, she really didn't want to talk to me.
If I expected her to call me the first time, she let me down for the next two days.
She didn't look for me, and I couldn't find her.
So when she inexplicably resigned and it was rumored that she had leukemia, I stood in front of her house in a strange way, cursing myself like a young boy who was in love with a young girl who actually fell in love with a nightclub lady, and while ringing the doorbell, I told myself, I only rang the bell five times, and then I left, forgetting about her.
The first time, the door didn't move.
The second time, the door does not move.
The third time, the door does not move.
The fourth time, the door does not move.
The fifth time, the door still does not move.
And when I turned to leave, the door opened.
The girl with big eyes inside the door was stunned for a while, blinking her eyes indiscriminately. It was the pure appearance I imagined. This was the first time I saw her without makeup. At that moment, I knew that I couldn't leave.
This is how our story began with an encounter that was unimaginable even to me.
My friend's cousin once sang a song impromptu in PUB, the name seems to be called Conquer.
I have to admit, there was a girl who conquered me in just three nights.
And I'm grateful that I didn't start the process of conquering her against my will.
The corners of my lips curled up involuntarily, and I smiled at Tina, who was opposite me, and said, "This is a very long and beautiful story."