Before returning to the dormitory, I went to the bathroom in the dormitory building to clean myself up. He took off his sweater, shook off the leaves in his hair, and slipped into the bedroom wearing Li Chuan's shirt.
I wanted to sneak into bed and change clothes secretly, but the bedroom was full of candles, and I saw An An, Xiao Rui, and Wei Haixia each having a cup of milk tea, sitting beside the bed and eating melon seeds lively.
Everyone screamed when they saw me—I was wearing a man's shirt!
"It's progressing so fast..." the three of them giggled.
I hurriedly stuffed the sweater on my bed: "Where, it was too hot to walk, and I was sweating all over, so I took off the sweater." I fetched water, washed my face, washed my hands, and wiped out the stolen goods.
"Wang Lichuan found you in the ballroom, right?" Xiao Rui asked, "He came right after you left and asked me where you were, and I pointed him in the direction of the ballroom." Xiao Rui rarely went The students danced in the ballroom, but the acoustics there were not good.
"No. I didn't see him until I came back from the dance."
"No way? Didn't they wait for you outside the door for two hours?"
Really? In such a cold autumn, he only wears a shirt.
"Then I don't know." In order not to give them gossip information, I can only pretend to be confused. But they all saw the word "tired" written on my face, so they stopped "interrogating" me. I climbed into bed, got into the quilt, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It was two o'clock in the morning when I finally figured it out. Li Chuan is an adult, so he doesn't know how to take care of himself. Li Chuan is rich, even if he has no time to take care of himself, he can still find someone to take care of him. I'm nothing to him, and I can't do anything for him, and he doesn't seem to need me to do anything for him. In short, my worries are unnecessary.
Then I spent another half hour reminiscing about how we both met and realized that I had been causing him trouble since the day we met. The first time, I spilled coffee on him. The second time, I made him accompany me from the school gate to the dormitory late at night. The third time, I first forced him to watch a movie with me, and then the bedroom was locked, so I had to live in his house. Tonight, I let him get punched and kicked for nothing. — I seem to be his nemesis!
In the end, I concluded that the root cause of all these mistakes was my irresponsible nympho and my youthful and ignorant desires.
At five o'clock in the morning, I got up on time to run and recite words. In the cold wind of late autumn, I couldn't help running to a canteen to call Li Chuan and ask him how he was doing last night and if he was really all right. After the phone rang a few times, it was an electronic message: "The user you dialed has turned off the phone, please try again later."
Maybe he was too tired, turn off the phone and go to sleep. I remember once persuading Li Chuan to buy a small refrigerator and put it next to the bed, so that he wouldn't have to get up every night to go to the kitchen to drink milk. Li Chuan said that he was afraid of noise when sleeping, especially the sound of machines.
After reciting the words and breakfast, I went to another class. It was already past ten o'clock when I came back. I went to the canteen to call again, but no one answered. My heart began to feel anxious, and I couldn't help recalling every detail of last night carefully. The woods were too dark to see clearly. But it is certain that the campus policeman did kick him. Li Chuan completely relies on artificial limbs to walk, and walking for a long time is definitely a kind of torture for him. However, he walked so well that there was hardly any obvious unbalanced gait, giving the illusion that walking was effortless at all. Will he be seriously injured
I continued to attend class, and then dismissed get out of class, it was already noon. I went to call again, and it was still the message that the phone was turned off. I couldn't sit still anymore, so I called a taxi out of the school gate: "Excuse me, Master, Longjing Garden."
There was no heating in the car and it was freezing. The master jokingly said: "Longjing Garden, Miss is going to a place where rich people live."
"Really? Just to see a friend."
"Longjing Garden is probably the most expensive residential area in Beijing." The master stuck out his tongue, "Your friend's house is quite big?"
"He lives on the top floor."
"My mother, the top floor? Did you read that right?"
"What happened to the top floor?"
"Do you know how big the living area is on the top floor?"
"How would I know?"
"I know, I called it downstairs when the property was on sale the year before last, and I saw the advertisement. There is only one unit on the top floor, several hundred square meters. Miss, your friend—isn't it cheap?"
As a foreigner, I have no concept of the location and housing prices in the capital. After hearing these words, I can't help but feel drummed. No wonder the security guy in that building looked at me that way. The way I dress up and make up, I don't look like someone who goes in and out of such a building, but rather like a pizza delivery person.
After getting out of the car, I walked into the hall to find the security guard. It was the same security guard, and I said, "I want to see Mr. Wang Lichuan. Could you please call and ask him to come down?"
The security guard looked at me and said, "You don't have an appointment, do you? If you have an appointment, Mr. Wang will let me know in advance."
But he knew that I knew Li Chuan, so he didn't dare to offend me easily. After thinking about it, he changed his tone accommodatingly: "Okay, I'll call his room to see if he's in."
He called, but no one answered, and said, "He's not at home. Why don't you wait here? There's a sofa over there."
I walked to the sofa in the west hall and sat down, and found that there was a table next to it with free coffee. I poured a cup, added sugar and milk, and then took out the intensive reading textbook from my schoolbag.
I don't have the phone number of Li Chuan's workplace. If he goes to work, there is little chance that he will be home by noon. However, if he can really go to work, he will not turn off his mobile phone.
Long sitting, long waiting. I sat until three o'clock in the afternoon, until I was hungry, and then I saw a person I knew walking in from the gate——Ji Huan.
Ji Huan saw me and hurried over to say hello: "I've met this lady before, but I don't know your name?"
"The surname is Xie, Xie Xiaoqiu."
"Miss Xie. Are you waiting for someone here?"
"Yes." I felt my face was getting hot, "Mr. Ji, have you seen Li Chuan today?"
"No. Do you have his number?"
"Phone off."
"Then you have his cell phone number." Ji Huan repeated. Apparently, Li Chuan didn't leave his cell phone number easily.
"Have you called his company to ask? Li Chuan is a workaholic, and he won't disappear from work easily."
"I... don't know where he works," I confessed.
Ji Huan was startled, smiled, and asked, "He left you his mobile phone number, but he didn't tell you where he works?"
"I didn't ask."
He looked at me again, incredulous, and said, "I have his office phone number, do you want me to ask for you?"
"No trouble?"
"Small things."
He dialed a number and handed me the phone: "Seeing that you are in such a hurry, why don't you ask yourself."
This time the call was connected within two seconds: "CG Architects. Hello." Miss Secretary with a sweet voice.
"I... look for Mr. Wang Lichuan."
"Which company does the lady belong to?"
"I'm a friend of his, and I have something to do with him."
"Oh, please wait a moment."
The other side of the phone was very quiet. Ten seconds later, a strange male voice came from a very pure mandarin: "Miss, I am Su Qun, Mr. Wang's work assistant. May I have your name?"
"Surname Xie."
"Miss Xie, what can I do with Mr. Wang?"
"Mr. Wang can't answer the phone now?" I asked back.
"He was unwell, did not go to work, and was inconvenient to see guests."
I guessed right, Li Chuan should be sick, my voice started to tremble: "I am in Longjing Garden, Li Chuan... Mr. Wang... is not at home. Could something happen?" My words obviously lacked logic, Could he be internally injured, could he pass out at home, because my mind was going crazy
The man was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words, before he said, "Mr. Wang is in the hospital now."
"Which hospital?"
"I'm sorry, I have no comment. Mr. Wang doesn't want to be disturbed." As if realizing that his tone was too stiff, he added, "If Miss has any message, I'd like to bring it to Mr. Wang for you."
- "No comment, Mr. Wang does not want to be disturbed." I chewed this sentence, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"No," I said, "no message. Goodbye."
I bowed my head, hung up the phone, and returned the phone to Ji Huan: "Thank you. Li Chuan is in the hospital."
"Really?" Ji Huan said, "I have known him for two years, and I have never seen him get sick."
Ji Huan looked puzzled, but I didn't want to say too much: "There is still class in the afternoon, Mr. Ji, I'm leaving first."
Li Chuan was sick, he didn't answer my calls, and he didn't want me to visit him. I couldn't help but think of the way the security guard looked at me, which seemed to confirm something.
I got on the bus in a panic, got in the wrong direction for a while, and jumped off the bus after three stops in a row. When I saw a park, I sat alone on a bench in the park and wept: I don’t know if it was because I was worried about Li Chuan, or because of myself. Foolish remorse. The floodgates of bad emotions were suddenly opened, and all kinds of dark guesses and fears of life came down. My father often said, think twice before doing everything, and the difference between a single thought and a thousand miles. The unprepared intimacy between me and Li Chuan was immediately sent to the refrigerator. Things have come to this point, and there is nothing to do... The sun rises as usual, and life moves forward as usual.
In the evening I went to work in the coffee shop and everything was the same. No one can read my mood. At night, I lay on the bed, holding Li Chuan's shirt, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
I didn't call Li Chuan again. I didn't see him again for more than a month after that.
I did well in the midterm exam, with an average score of 90. Although I was still five points short of my goal, my grades were far ahead in the dormitory, except for Feng Jinger. Jing'er also realized that I had become a strong competitor for the "Hongyu Fund" with her, so she studied harder. The classmates in the dormitory were all teasing me about this short-term relationship, and they were not very optimistic about it. This kind of ending was expected. On the contrary, Lu Jie complained to me once, saying that there was no response to the e-mail sent to Li Chuan. When I said that Li Chuan was sick, he didn't ask any more questions, obviously thinking that this was an excuse I made up.
Except for weekends, I still went to work in the cafe every night, but I never saw Li Chuan again. Xiaoye's hatred for me seems to have subsided a little. I say "some" because she is still indifferent to me, but she doesn't pick on me much anymore. After she finished her work, she propped her arms on the counter alone in a daze. I don't blame her. Li Chuan was the object of many girls' nympho, and maybe I was the luckiest one among them.
In two weeks, this semester will end in chaos. I think of my father and study harder. I want to show my father the certificate issued by the school and tell him that I have won a scholarship. My father still insists on sending me money every month. He knows that there is not much to send, and one hundred yuan is not enough in Beijing. But he wrote in a letter saying that Dad only has this strength, and a little support is a little bit, and you should try to work as little as possible and focus on your studies. That day was Monday, I received a letter from my father, and I was thinking, I must study hard in the past two weeks, and then I will go back to Yunnan for a holiday to have a good rest. As a result, I passed by the administrative building and ran into the principal unexpectedly. I was about to avoid it, but he greeted me unexpectedly: "Little classmate!"
"Principal Liu."
"What about your proposal? When can I see it?" he asked.
That night, I wrote a proposal seriously, and suddenly remembered that Li Chuan had promised to help me revise it, so I asked Lu Jie for his email address. In fact, I don't expect him to change the proposal for me. I just want to find an excuse to ask him how he is and whether he has been discharged from the hospital. I went to the Internet cafe to apply for a Yahoo mailbox, and wrote him an email in English: "Hello, Li Chuan, long time no see, I don't know how you are, have you been discharged from the hospital. I wrote a proposal, if it is convenient, can you help me?" Modify it? Xie Xiaoqiu."
I casually sent out the letter. At that moment, I regretted it. This matter was already over, why did I want to find him again? Isn't it too frivolous. Since you are looking for him, you should write politely. How can you be so heartless, as if you are asking for favors? His illness has something to do with me, right? Cut, despise yourself a bit.
On Tuesday, I had an urgent exam, so I didn't go to the Internet cafe to check my email. On Wednesday night, I went to the Internet cafe, opened the mailbox, and saw a reply letter. As soon as it was opened, tears started to fall. The reply was written in English and was long. First of all, he edited the proposal for me. Basically every sentence was corrected, and the number of revised words far exceeded the original number of words. Then he said that he was still in the hospital—it was pneumonia, and he was afraid of infecting me. The hospital blocks electronic signals, so you can't make phone calls. In the end, he said that he didn't want me to see him sick, but he would come to see me as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.
I immediately wrote back: "Li Chuan, I want to see you now!!!" I typed three exclamation marks.
A second later, I received his reply: "No."
Not reconciled, I wrote again: "Tell me which hospital you are in, I am not afraid of infection."
He replied again: "No means no. (Translation: No means no.)"
I left the Internet cafe in anger.