03
At the end of the Japanese meal, Meng Shuyu peeled two prawns and drank a few glasses of plum wine.
Seeing that she had no appetite, Chen Xing tried to finish the plate by herself.
There were no thick walls between the tatami rooms in this restaurant, only a thin wooden board. Occasionally, laughter could be heard coming from nearby, making the silence here for the two of them even more desolate.
"You also said that he hasn't had much contact with Dr. Jian in recent years," Chen Xing said while comforting Meng Shuyu while eating. "Old classmates like these who are a little unfamiliar with each other usually consider each other's face and won't say those unpleasant things to others directly."
"hope so."
"Then don't look so sad!"
"I was just thinking," Meng Shuyu stared at the cup in front of him with empty eyes, "Why did I say I had no feelings for Jian Cheng?"
"You have to ask yourself, there must be a turning point for you to change from liking to disliking, right?"
Meng Shuyu blinked and recalled.
My first encounter with Jian Cheng actually dates back to the summer nine years ago.
It was the summer vacation of her freshman year in high school, and one day she went to visit Jane's house with her parents.
The adults were chatting in the living room about topics in which she had no part, and she felt sleepy listening to them. She went to stroll around the garden in the private yard alone. At first, she felt it was interesting, but after walking around for a while, she became bored again.
When she was so bored that she was talking to the flowers and plants, she saw a collection of Borges' poems on the swing in the garden. It was the original in a foreign language that she could not understand at the time, but there was a part of the handwritten Chinese translation in the book.
She flipped through a few pages and found the handwriting beautiful and bold, the translation clean and romantic, and sat on the swing, fascinated by the reading.
When her parents came to take her home, she remembered to ask: How did this book appear on the swing out of nowhere? She hadn't seen it the first time she passed by there.
The four adults had not left the living room. They probably thought that Jian Cheng, who was busy with his homework in the study upstairs, had come to the garden and played the game for the little girl because he saw that she was bored.
This was the first good impression Meng Shuyu had on Jian Cheng.
But she was still young at the time, and this affection did not give rise to much love. She just took the collection of poems home at the courtesy of Uncle Jane, and fell in love with Borges from then on.
Because of the age difference, she and Jian Cheng, who couldn't play together at the time, didn't have much contact with each other.
It wasn't until this summer that the fathers of both sides talked about the fact that their children "never looked for a partner" and they immediately agreed to introduce her to Jian Cheng.
Jian Cheng is very handsome, and he has the aura of a medical elite, plus the filter of Borges. When Meng Shuyu first met him after many years, she felt like she fell in love with him at first sight.
Because Jian Cheng was a man with a strong sense of propriety and was quite cautious, she was the one who took the initiative to contact him at the beginning.
Meng Shuyu recalled, "After I approached him a few times, he took the initiative. We've been seeing each other for more than a month. We meet twice a week regularly. We've been feeling pretty good. But one night when we were walking on the street together, he said something cheesy to me. I suddenly felt... I felt that he was so cheesy..."
"No matter how corny the love words are, they sound nice as long as they are said by the person you like, right? I won't recite this pot of corny love words."
"but I… "
After all, I went there for Borges—Meng Shuyu wanted to argue, but swallowed the words back: "Okay, I'm a scumbag."
"Maybe not, Shuyu. Actually, I was a little suspicious before..." Chen Xing looked at her in confusion, "Have you ever heard of unrequited love?"
"What kind of love?"
"Unrequited love," Chen Xing searched for information and handed the phone to Meng Shuyu, "It means the kind of person who doesn't want the person he likes to like him."
The next box beyond a thin wooden board—
The man sitting at the table raised his eyebrows, gently put down the teacup between his fingers, clasped his hands, and looked like he was listening attentively.
After reading the information, Meng Shuyu finally understood Chen Xing's tongue twister.
Generally speaking, "unrequited sexual love" is a somewhat abnormal emotional state.
This group of people will like people like ordinary people, and will actively pursue the people they like. However, once the other party gives them a clear and warm emotional response, that is, the so-called "getting the person", their liking will come to an abrupt end. It would be considered a mild loss of interest in the other party, and some may even turn against the other party.
They desire romantic love but subconsciously reject intimate relationships. Therefore, they live in the fantasy of love for a long time, but it is difficult for them to have a real love. Even if they date someone, it can only last for a short period of time.
"..." Meng Shuyu slowly raised his head, "Isn't this me..."
"Right, you suddenly had no feelings for Jian Cheng because you were sure that he already liked you, right?"
Meng Shuyu nodded hesitantly after a long silence.
To be precise, it was more than just Jian Cheng.
"Do you remember that poker-faced senior from my university?" Meng Shuyu frowned as he recalled, "I was the one who took the initiative at the beginning, but when he stopped being so cool and acted cute with me, I suddenly lost interest in him?"
"The same thing happened to the campus hunk in our college. When we first met, I thought his face was enough for me to look at for the rest of my life. His personality was also cool and arrogant. But then, what happened? Oh, he had diarrhea the first time he asked me out to the movies. After we went back, I don't know why I started to dislike him..."
"There's also the HR in our company. He's very knowledgeable and open-minded. He was especially gentle to me during the interview and took good care of me after I joined the company. Every time he talked about big principles, my heart started beating fast. It seemed like we were going to get together. One day after the meeting at noon, he treated me to a simple meal. When I saw him chewing on a chicken drumstick, my girlish heart died again!"
Meng Shuyu counted on his fingers the number of ambiguous objects who were inexplicably "shot down". The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case.
Is it wrong to be cute? People are lining up to buy it.
Is it wrong to have diarrhea? No matter how handsome you are, you can't go against physiology.
Is it wrong to eat chicken legs? The chicken will get angry with you if you hear this!
They certainly did nothing wrong.
It's just that behind all these trivial things there is a common opportunity, that is, her relationship with the other party has reached a double-arrow.
"So what you mean is that I've dated countless men over the years but I'm still a virgin. Maybe it's because..." Meng Shuyu asked incredulously, "Am I sick?"
Meng Shuyu's mood was really complicated.
She thought she had lived a carefree life all these years, and she always chose others.
Now suddenly someone hits her over the head and tells her that she actually has no choice because she can never have a relationship
No wonder all the men who were rejected by her later met their true love, and got engaged and married in the past two years.
Only she still received the lonely frog ordered by her friends on Chinese Valentine's Day.
Meng Shuyu drank his wine in a daze, feeling a little confused about the world.
Chen Xing had only been providing her with a new idea for solving her relationship problems, but she didn't expect that she would start drinking to drown her sorrows.
Seeing her asking the waiter for cup after cup of plum wine, Chen Xing wanted to stop her at first, but then she thought better of it: Don’t adults have the right to order something to get drunk
I only reminded her when she was drinking more and more anxiously: "This pure liquor has a high alcohol content. Slow down. I don't drink when I drive. No one will compete with you for it."
Meng Shuyu uttered a low "Oh". When he finished the fifth cup, his eyes were red and he looked drunk.
She wiped her tearful eyes and said, "Drive me home later. I'm so beautiful... I can't let someone pick up my body."
"Okay, okay, I'll definitely guarantee your safety."
Meng Shuyu nodded with confidence, and grabbed Chen Xing's wrist again: "Wait a minute, what day is tomorrow? Do I need to go to work?" Without waiting for Chen Xing to answer, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, I will be alone for the rest of my life if I get this disease. I can't spend all the money I earn, so I won't go to work..."
"Hey, cheer up! It's not like finding a date is the only thing in this world where you have to spend money."
"But I don't want to spend money on this world now! Chen Xing, do you understand this feeling? It's like, at this moment the world is still the world, and I am still me, but I suddenly have nothing to do with this world..."
Chen Xingmu shook his head with a wooden face: "I'm sorry, I don't understand such a non-mainstream feeling."
"What's wrong with non-mainstream? Sadness has to be divided into mainstream and non-mainstream. You are... too strict."
Meng Shuyu muttered to himself as he lay down, pressing his flushed cheek against the cool table, rubbing it gently to cool down.
"Chen Xing, why do you think... why does the person I like always fall in love with me so quickly, causing me to suddenly stop liking him! Why can't there be a man who is so handsome that he makes my legs weak, but doesn't even take me seriously?"
Chen Xing choked: "What do you want if I have it?"
"Then I can always like him..."
Chen Xing rolled her eyes speechlessly: "If you really meet a man like this, you will just cry."
Meng Shuyu waved his hands generously: "It's his ability to make me cry. I, Meng Shuyu, like capable men!"
"… "
Chen Xing didn't want to chat with the unconscious person anymore, so she poured a glass of water to quench his thirst.
I didn't expect that as soon as I drank the cold water, my stomach suddenly started to hurt.
Seeing Meng Shuyu lying on the table, Chen Xing patted her shoulder and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. You stay here alone for a while."
Meng Shuyu made an "ok" gesture.
Chen Xing opened the gate of the box and hurried out.
Meng Shuyu continued to be intimate with the table for a while, and felt that the tabletop had become hot. He stood up with disgust, grabbed the cold porcelain wine cup at hand and put it against his cheek. He was sighing comfortably when he suddenly caught a glimpse of passers-by in the corridor through the gate.
Outside the wooden door, the tall and thin man in a well-ironed black suit passed by her box and tilted his head to glance at her.
One was standing and the other was sitting, with a huge difference in height between them, and the gaze was heavy, like a blow to the top of one's head.
In an instant, the image of something melting in the rain reappeared in front of Meng Shuyu's eyes.
When the man was about to leave, she jumped up and rushed to the door: "Stop!"
Zhou Jun stopped and turned around.
Meng Shuyu held the wine cup in his left hand and held the door with his right hand. He carefully looked through the gap in the fence for a while and then opened the door: "It's you, I caught you!"
The man's face was completely exposed—
He has deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, a pair of sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, thin lips with clear curves, and a clear and deep philtrum.
Just looking at this face is like being able to smell the exploding hormones.
Meng Shuyu took a breath and swallowed slowly: "Oh, it's so beautiful, no wonder Jian Cheng didn't call me..."
Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows: "Is there such a thing?"
"That's right—" Meng Shuyu muttered softly, "I'm not asking you to do anything bad..."
Zhou Jun raised his hand and rubbed his numb ears: "If you don't ask me to do bad things, what else can I do?"
Meng Shuyu opened his mouth and closed it again, stuck his head out, and looked towards the corridor vigilantly.
Zhou Jun sneered: "Don't be nervous, he's not here."
"I'm not nervous..." Meng Shuyu shook his head, "Why should I be nervous...? I'm not nervous!"
Zhou Jun looked at her flickering eyes and nodded: "You are not nervous."
"Well..." Meng Shuyu lowered his voice, "I just want to ask you, what happened in the car last night, you didn't tell anyone, right?"
Her high heels were left outside the box, and she had to raise her chin with great effort to talk to him.
Zhou Jun lowered his eyes and looked at her and asked, "Do you want me to keep it a secret?"
"Of course not."
"Then you have to give me a reason."
"Reason? Reason..." Meng Shuyu lowered his head to recall the words he had organized before, but his head felt dizzy and heavy, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Zhou Jun: "Not edited yet?"
"Edit... I have thought of several. Wait a minute..."
Half a minute passed, and when she raised her head again, Zhou Jun saw the distress signal in her eyes.
Zhou Jun: "You want me to edit it for you?"
Meng Shuyu licked his lips: "... It's not impossible."
Zhou Jun nodded: "Well, as his friend, I certainly hope to reduce the harm to him. If you can break up with him as soon as possible and let him stop the loss in time, I don't want to tell him those hurtful words."
"Break it up, break it up right now, I was going to break it up anyway!" Meng Shuyu held up three fingers, "Don't worry, I'm a... principled scumbag!"
"in principle?"
"That's it... one at a time, never many at a time. If you don't like someone, dump them. Never keep a backup!"
"That's better." Zhou Jun glanced at Chen Xing who was walking around the corner, turned around, and said, "I have something else to do. I'll leave first."
"No—" Meng Shuyu grabbed his clothes in a hurry, but he took a step forward and made her stagger and fall forward.
Meng Shuyu cried out in surprise, and with his left hand holding the wine cup, he grabbed Zhou Jun's shoulder as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
The wine poured out from the cup, and Zhou Jun stopped at the last moment before he dodged to the side.
"Shit!" Chen Xing ran over and saw that Meng Shuyu had managed to stand firm with the help of someone, but the man's suit was already soaked with alcohol, from the collar to the hem.
Hearing the sigh from above, Meng Shuyu looked up at Zhou Jun, loosened his hand and stepped back: "I didn't... mean it..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chen Xing also hurriedly took out a large stack of tissues and gave them to Zhou Jun, "Sir, my friend is drunk!"
Zhou Jun took the tissue and wiped his wet suit, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or not.
But perhaps it was because of his natural intimidation, Meng Shuyu had already retreated far away, leaning against the door and whispering: "I just want you to leave me a phone number..."
Chen Xing's eyeballs were just one millimeter away from falling out of their sockets.
She was away for just a few minutes, and her good friend, who hadn't even cleared up her current ambiguous relationship, already fell in love with a new man
However, the reason why sisters are sisters is that at the crossroads between morality and sisterhood, they will choose the latter without hesitation. Even if the sister is eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, you still have to help her take the pot over!
"Yes, sir, your suit doesn't look cheap. Let us know how much it will cost after dry cleaning it. We will compensate you for the cleaning fee. Would you like to leave me your phone number?" Chen Xing responded without hesitation, with proficiency in her business and a clear purpose.
Meng Shuyu was stunned when he heard this. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.
Until she noticed that there was a hint of contempt in Zhou Jun's eyes as he looked at her.
"… "
Meng Shuyu quickly shook his head at Chen Xing: "I'm not! I didn't!"
"?" Chen Xing lowered her voice, "You don't want the phone number? Then don't you want it?"
"I want the phone call, but I'm not here for..."
Zhou Jun glanced at the two people who were whispering to each other, asked the waiter to get a pen and paper, wrote down the number, and handed it to Chen Xing: "Remind your friend."
Chen Xing's hand trembled as she took the note, and she stuttered subconsciously: "What, what..."
Zhou Jun glanced at Meng Shuyu who was hiding behind Chen Xing: "This routine is outdated."