Chapter Six, to be spoken when you are intoxicated

Gui Xin patted the back of my hand and encouraged, "Do not worry. Remember that no matter which path you take, you must not turn back or linger halfway. Since you have entered the competition, you should struggle to the end"

Continuing further, one arrives at the Tianchan Theatre, where the circular archway bears the remnants of 20th-century arrogance and decay. The streetlight filtering in through the window panes is imprisoned, flowing together with the light inside the hall, creating a faint halo. New posters are affixed to the walls, featuring the newly staged "Changsheng Hall" with actors Zhang Jun, Li An, Shen Yali, and Wei Chunrong. Gui Xin shakes her head: "Zhang and Shen are the least worth watching. Zhang is unbearably slick, and Shen has truly poor temperament." Gui Xin has attended several performances with me; she is the kind of clever person described in the old saying, "Knock on the top of the head, and the soles of the feet will echo," often hitting the nail on the head without any mercy. I am eager: "I haven't seen the new production of 'Changsheng Hall' yet... Gui Xin, look, it's tomorrow night..." She pulls me along: "Not watching, not watching, I need to review... If it were the versions by Su Kun, Zhao Wenlin, or Wang Fang, or by Cai Zhengren and Zhang Jingxian, I would definitely want to see them." However, after taking a few steps, she turns back and smiles: "Forget it, Sister Wei from Beikun is coming—at least I should take a look... Besides, there's Li An too." I am extremely pleased, clinging to her in a friendly manner, softly humming "The quilt nest turns countless springs," which makes her break into a cold sweat.

Do you prepare the speech yourself

She smiled and said, "Pain, like romance, is also a luxury. If one is burdened by survival, there is simply no time for pain. How wonderful it would be if you could wholeheartedly dedicate yourself to being a scholar. You have no idea, the first time I heard you translate 'If you are like the clouds in the sky, I am like the bird among the clouds,' I was so amazed that I almost cried out."

I nodded, yet I lacked the strength to voice it. She arched her delicate neck and gently sat up: "Why do you love me?"

I am doing this for your own good

Although new people constantly enter our lives, we no longer share the same close companionship as before. In fact, we rarely find ourselves missing each other. Yet, we remain those who can call upon each other at any time within a twenty-four-hour day, change dresses together in the changing room, pass sanitary napkins through the wooden bathroom door, and cherish and appreciate one another.

Over there, she seemed somewhat lacking in confidence: "You know, right? I was among the last few, I almost didn't dare to continue participating..."

Your original task was to complete your studies and earn money I tell myself

She suddenly wanted to kiss me, her slender neck arched back, just like every time before, her cool and soft lips covered my cheek and brow. She grasped me with one hand and lifted my hand with the other, placing it on her frail abdomen. I was both terrified and composed, vaguely calling her name: "Jiu Xun." Like being poisoned, I could not extricate myself.

At that time, there was indeed an enthusiasm that could not be squandered. Every day I thought, if I had a lot of money—buying many plane tickets, flying wherever I wanted. Buying many dresses, one set in the morning, another at noon, and a third in the evening

Song Ximing

But she was pregnant and insisted on traveling with me, drinking, and refusing to be restrained. She had never been controlled by anyone, and I had no right to control her. In Kyoto, she vomited, experienced pain, bled, and felt shattered. She smiled faintly and said, "Ximing, look at me like this, how could you possibly marry me and settle down to have children?"

It is once again early winter in Shanghai, and the leaves of the plane trees have all fallen. The large shopping malls are advertising their new autumn and winter collections. The chrysanthemums in the circular flowerbed of the square have been replaced with pansies, which never seem to wither, each resembling a peculiar little cat's face. We visited several bookstores on Fuzhou Road; the Shanghai Ancient Books Store has a selection of discounted books, while the Foreign Language Bookstore offers the latest edition of the Japanese dictionary. Along the street, there are also numerous arts and crafts shops, where authentic Hongxing rice paper is only 0.8 yuan per sheet, cheaper than anywhere else.

That summer was boundless, long, and quiet. We were in a room with seven and a half tatami mats, sleeping soundly day and night. Later, we went to Kyoto together, walking among the major temples and museums with her, who was seven months pregnant. The summer heat was intense, and the white sand of the dry landscape was dazzling. She pointed out one by one: that is wisteria, that is camellia, that is Liriodendron, that is golden nanmu, that is sweet osmanthus, that is hydrangea, that is the lespedeza that appears most in songs, that is bulrush, that is flowering quince.

You are probably the most uncommitted student in the department. I know your family is currently facing difficulties, but this should motivate you to strive harder, rather than behaving as you do now. " She raised her eyelids and said, "I heard that you are still working part-time as a tour guide. In your third year—who else does this? The negative impact is too great, and if this continues, you will ruin your future. Also, I heard that you had a conflict with the teachers in the Foreign Affairs Office over the exchange student quota—this greatly affects the collective reputation of our department.

We took the bus into the city, and the dusk was deepening. The bus swayed back and forth, and there were housewives on board carrying ingredients for dinner: mushrooms, greens, loofah, and crucian carp. How wonderful it would be if Gui Xin and I could live in the same city in the future, each with our own families, and our partners also being friends, so that we could often go grocery shopping, cook, and visit the book market together.

On the way back, at the Wanzhong Sports Center, Gui Xin asked me how the speech competition went. I smiled sheepishly and said, "It's impossible to reach the finals. Just getting an encouragement award in the East China region would be enough."

In the end, I was accepted by the Beijing Japanese Research Center. From that point on, my life, even if it is not the "poverty and mediocrity" that the teacher once warned about, will undoubtedly be dull and quiet, without any waves.

I, Nuo Nuo, stepped out of the office, feeling somewhat empty inside. With each step I took on the ground, there was a slight tremor, as if I had been struck awake by a stick, returning to my true self

Yes, I indeed promised her that I would never let her suffer, that I would cherish her and hold her dear. I also made a commitment that after her graduation, we would return to Beijing together, purchase a house and land, get married, and have children.

In an instant, a fierce wind swept by, and she moaned softly, repeatedly whispering my name, as if she wanted to engrave it into her very bones. I was tightly enveloped by her moist and profound body. This was the most beautiful moment in life, as the entire world was buried under heavy snow, and in my arms was the warm body of my beloved

After class, Gui Xin walked out of the classroom, holding a large stack of materials. She seemed a bit thinner, and her eyes were very bright. The weather had turned cold, and her chin was nestled in her scarf. She smiled and asked me if I had time to go into the city to shop in the evening

Lu Qingye

Of course. I feel ashamed, although I have passed the preliminary round, I cannot compare with those professional students

Life in the third year of university is rather unremarkable, and the number of students in the required course classrooms is dwindling. Most couples have moved out of the dormitories to live together, making the dormitory buildings quieter than in previous years. In the evenings, while memorizing vocabulary in the corridors, I occasionally pass by a dorm room and catch a glimpse of a dark interior illuminated by a faint blue light, above which is an excited face—someone is playing a game. In addition, there are others who are diligently preparing to study abroad or enter the workforce. For instance, the girl who secured my exchange student spot has completed all the necessary procedures and is about to head to Waseda University. We once encountered each other in the teaching building, and she suddenly forced a few awkward smiles, leaving me feeling frozen.

I remain silent

He was thirty-nine years old at the time of marriage, while she was twenty-seven years old.

I raised my head, not expecting that my aging heart could still be so fragile, astonished, and self-mocking, and then I laughed.

She has always been so resolute and opinionated

Some students in the class laughed rudely. The French teacher said: "With your level, you should be in the intermediate basic class, not in the intermediate intensive class"

I am mad, and she is also stubborn, entangled with me, her face full of tears. She struggles to comply, then forcefully rejects, breaking free from me, only to be toppled again, then breaking free once more, and being toppled again. She cries out: "Ximing, we cannot be together." Her cries are silenced by my lips. She sobs in her throat, desperately unfolding her body, tears flowing as she whispers, "Ximing, don't go, hold me tight." Living and dying, until completely falling from the peak, dazed, exhausted, hallucinating.

She changed the subject: "I am currently preparing for that speech competition. You should look forward to seeing me in the finals in Beijing."

I smiled and suddenly remembered that I had once made someone look forward to seeing me in the finals in Beijing

Yet I recall that time in Tokyo, when Jiuxun tightly grasped my wrist: "I am going to die, I am pregnant with your child." On that afternoon, the sunlight was faint as we sat in the tram, the scenery outside the window rushing by. She gently repeated, "I am pregnant with your child." The scarf that held her hair fell down, her straight hair covering half of her face.

Gui Xin believes that Business English is a field with excellent employment prospects, as many people are recruited by large companies even before they graduate. Gui Xin's parents have considered having her work right after graduation. However, Gui Xin raised her eyebrows and said: "I want to study business at Stanford University. Regardless of how the world changes, academic qualifications are always the most important. The level of one's own capabilities directly influences the social circle and partners one can have, and it also directly affects the quality and education of one's children"

After doing translation work for a while, I turned my attention back to foreign enterprises. However, it still did not go smoothly. Upon seeing my educational background, the Japanese representative immediately showed a look of surprise on their face, followed by a very polite and apologetic rejection of my application—they would rather hire an undergraduate with social work experience.

The next day, the counselor from the department approached me and pushed a attendance sheet in front of me, saying: "Lu Qingye, take a look, you have hardly attended any classes this month"

She slightly pursed her lips, a smile still lingering: "You once said you would never make me bear the sin and suffering of abortion"

Continuing, he said: "We will settle down together and travel often. We are both intelligent, and our children will surely be very clever. We can do the translation, and when we are tired, we can find a school to teach at, saving money before we leave. Ximing, Ximing."

Is it that the child was left on that day

After graduation, she stayed in Japan. Previously, she had been with Teacher Nishikawa. Nishikawa Yoshiyoshi is an ordinary language teacher at the university, proficient in Chinese, with a foundation in classical Chinese that is even better than that of most Chinese teachers. Compared to teachers in other disciplines, his salary is indeed very low

I quickly calmed down and left immediately. The roar of the airplane engines filled the air, and in two hours I would return to the familiar city and life. In a single day, I drifted back and forth between Beijing and Shanghai, and I could imagine how solitary and insignificant I was.

Indeed, I felt a surge of joy in my heart as I stepped outside to call her: "You should let me know once you make it to the finals"

"But what can you give me?" she said with a chilling smile, "Is there a possibility for us to be together?"

Her eyes sparkled: "No, this time, we should not either." She whispered in my ear, "It is best to have no barriers, isn't it."

The weather in Beijing in November is clear. When there is no wind, students can always be seen lying on the grassy slope outside the Foreign Languages University teaching building, basking in the sun and reading. The dry, yellow grass is clean. This is my alma mater. Back then, I would wake up at five-thirty every day to jog, and at six, I would recite my lessons, leading a fulfilling life. These memories now seem to me to be illusory and unreal, as the healthy and silent version of myself from that time appears to have been detached from my current reality

Lu Qingye also smiled. She accompanied me, speaking very little. I noticed her pair of eyes, clear and untainted, piercing into the depths of one's heart. She asked me: "Do you often suffer, unable to express it to anyone?"

During high school, I participated in an essay competition in Shanghai, also in winter. The ancient trees of the Third Girls' Middle School stood tall and lush, the classrooms lacked air conditioning, the fountain pen was sluggish, and my fingers were numb with cold, especially the little finger, which turned red from resting on the essay paper, dragged along by my clumsy hand, feeling utterly helpless

I can hardly bear to look in the mirror a second time

Are you thinking of getting close to Chen Jiuxun? This thought startled me, and I suddenly realized, are you also thinking of getting close to Song Ximing

I indeed joined the intensive class midway—I originally thought I could manage it

One night during self-study, I don't know who played a prank and suddenly turned off the hallway lights. In a daze, I bumped my head against the wall and collapsed. When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital, and the doctor said I had a concussion. Damn it, it seems that since that time, I have had memory problems for a long period—such as often forgetting words when I pick up a pen, or when I was out shopping with Guixin, seeing a face on a billboard that looked exceptionally familiar, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who it was. ... As a result, when writing essays, I often suffer immensely, struggling like I have constipation, asking Guixin, "That, that, that idiom, what is it called again?" ... Damn it, it seems that since that time, I have had memory problems for a long period—such as often forgetting words when I pick up a pen, or when I was out shopping with Guixin, seeing a face on a billboard that looked exceptionally familiar, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who it was. ... As a result, when writing essays, I often suffer immensely, struggling like I have constipation, asking Guixin, "That, that, that idiom, what is it called again?"

At that time, I answered with great certainty that to deeply explore the culture of a country, one must first delve into its language

The teacher smiled, stating that the academic path is fraught with difficulties, and not everyone can persevere. It may require you to endure a lifetime of poverty and mediocrity. Then, with another smile, he added, you will not be one of them

At that time, there was a sense of decadence and indulgence. I commanded her to return to Tokyo for surgery, I urged her to take care of her health, I told her that life had not yet truly unfolded, and I assured her that when I had sufficient ability, I could provide her with warmth, splendid houses, delicious food, fine clothes, freedom, and happiness. We can make it through a night of revelry, and after the climax, we can lie together calmly, casually discussing Han dynasty poetry, Dunhuang song lyrics, Song dynasty architecture, Ming and Qing furniture, or the works of the Seven Little Towns, Izumi Shikibu, and Sugawara no Takasue no Musume. I grasped her shoulder frantically, pleading with her to abandon this shapeless mass of flesh. We can make it through a night of revelry, and after the climax, we can lie together calmly, casually discussing Han dynasty poetry, Dunhuang song lyrics, Song dynasty architecture, Ming and Qing furniture, or the works of the Seven Little Towns, Izumi Shikibu, and Sugawara no Takasue no Musume. I grasped her shoulder frantically, pleading with her to abandon this shapeless mass of flesh. She smiled at me, furrowed her brow in thought, and then gave me a negative answer: "It is impossible."

Now that I think about it, I can only feel embarrassed

Lu Qingye sighed softly: "At that time, you were indeed very excessive." She smiled gently, "But, it has been so long since then."

To the east of the Kyoto Gyoen, beside the Sanjo family residence, there is a shrine that features one of Kyoto's three famous waters, the Somei. The sound of the water is gentle, and on the banks, slips of paper with waka and haiku are tied to the bush clover. She said she was thirsty, took a long-handled bamboo ladle to scoop up some water, drank it herself, and then offered it to me

I buried my head in her warm embrace, unconsciously agreeing: "Alright, let us settle down together, have children, and travel through the four seasons."

I forcefully lifted my head, as if to pull myself out of the original state of frustration, starting everything anew

Lu Qingye

At that time, the teacher said that studying a language becomes quite uninteresting by the master's level, and most people would choose to graduate early and convert their studies into practical benefits. That slender old lady looked at me kindly and asked, "Song Ximing, what about you? Why do you want to study a language?"

That afternoon, the results of the speech competition were announced, and the Japanese Department's research office received a list of finalists from each competition area. I quietly turned to the page for the East China region and looked through each name, believing that she would be among them

We stayed indoors in a small inn with seven and a half tatami mats. She spoke incessantly to me about her childhood and youth in the small town of Qingmian. Suddenly, she asked me: "Ximing, do you love me?"

In the summer, we swim together, wearing two-piece swimsuits, with a bow tied at the back of our necks. Gui Xin can keep her head above water while doing the frog stroke, but as soon as I dip my head, I sink; it really isn't fair. After swimming, we sit on the platform, drenched, sipping iced lemonade, our malicious eyes scanning the surroundings: "Look at that one, such a big chest." "And that one, such thick legs." We discuss and giggle, teasing each other: "Airport!" "You're the airport..." After swimming, we sit on the platform, drenched, sipping iced lemonade, our malicious eyes scanning the surroundings: "Look at that one, such a big chest." "And that one, such thick legs." We discuss and giggle, teasing each other: "Airport!" "You're the airport..."

Xi Ming, how could you be so heartless

After work, I went to the subway station. In just a few months, the people reflected in the train's glass doors were no longer dressed in suits, but rather had short hair and casual attire, resembling diligent and reserved students. The doors opened and closed, the carriage swayed gently, and sped rapidly, sweeping through the dark and foreboding chest of the city

Yet I quietly walked towards the library, with NHK's quick news playing in my earphones. At first, listening to NHK at a moderate speed left me completely bewildered, as I could only grasp the most basic words and phrases. Gradually, I began to understand about seventy to eighty percent, and switched to the fast speed to practice my listening skills

Our desk is always piled high with books, mixed together without distinction between you and me. During morning reading, we often hide underneath to eat and read novels. When the teacher passes by the window, we will seamlessly pretend to study, appearing very obedient.

Gui Xin's parents work in Shanghai, and she initially benefited from the advantages of having a Shanghai household registration during the college entrance examination. At that time in high school, I was the representative for the Chinese class, while Gui Xin often failed her Chinese exams—such a thing is quite rare for a girl. The homeroom teacher was frustrated, saying, "Gui Xin, you are too much of a failure; which girl is like you? Tomorrow, you will sit with Lu Qingye." We ended up sitting together as desk mates, gradually discovering that we shared similar interests, and thus we made a pact to go to school together every morning. We wore oversized school uniforms, walking and eating at the same time. Upon reaching the entrance, I would show my school badge to the disciplinary committee members. Gui Xin often forgot to bring her badge, so I would go in first, then circle back to the entrance, cross over the rose garden, and pass my badge to her through the iron fence. We arrived very early, just as the boarding students were finishing their exercises and trickling out. On the red track, a few athletes were running, while on the basketball court, there were a couple of people in sportswear vigorously shooting at the backboard. Spring was particularly memorable, with the transparent air slightly tinged with new green, the newly sprouted buds on the branches glistening with dew, and the white magnolias blooming in succession, their furry gray calyxes tinged with a hint of purple, cradling thick petals that exuded a damp and intoxicating fragrance. When the wind blew, the petals would fall with a soft sound. Early autumn was also lovely, with oleanders and mimosa trees both inside and outside the playground. The pink flowers of the oleander appeared somewhat wilted, their posture melancholic, resembling a woman. In contrast, the mimosa flowers were like young girls, with long, delicate lashes that drooped lightly, exuding a sense of shyness.

And without knowing the source of the pain, indulging in it, filled with deep regret

This is wonderful. This girl is full of strength

Gui Xinze is fully focused on preparing for the GRE exam. The tutoring class she enrolled in has sixteen hours of classes each week. I once went to the training center to wait for her to finish class and saw eager and lively faces in the classroom. Even through the large glass window, I could hear their standard and exaggerated American English. The foreign teacher for the speaking class is a large American man with bright gray-blue eyes. I heard him open his arms and passionately say, "Come to America, everyone has an American dream in their hearts!" The students also gazed at him earnestly, the American dream.

Are you deluding yourself into thinking you are well-informed and knowledgeable I ask myself

Once, she whispered in my ear: "The happiest fact in life is nothing more than being a traveler. When I lived in Japan, I admired the cherry blossoms in Ueno during spring and visited Matsushima to see the pines and snow in winter." This is a sentence by Lu Xun, perfectly aligning with her wishes. She laughed joyfully under the flowering trees, with dust floating in the sunlight, and she leaped into my arms, her body so soft and fitting.

Song Ximing

The Japanese speech competition is currently taking place in the multifunctional hall. I hear their fluent and authentic expressions, full of vitality. Whenever such competitions occur at the university, the teachers always reserve a spot for me. I also remember that in my second year of undergraduate studies, I qualified for the national top ten in the Japanese speech competition and went to Tokyo to participate in the finals

As I entered the library, I was startled by the person I encountered: long, dry hair, cracked lips, eye bags, and puffy, drooping eyelids due to lack of sleep... Ah... It was me.

I only remember that after the calm, she put on her clothes, sat barefoot on the windowsill drinking wine, with a high platform several stories below her, the city bustling, just as the cherry blossoms were falling in the late spring. Her pair of cunning eyes looked at me, dripping with desire: "I want to have children with you"

I sat on the leather bench in the hall with my arms crossed, beside me was a couple embracing each other, and in front of me were many students coming and going. They were youthful and lively, holding steaming cups of coffee, with two professional books tucked under their arms. I suddenly realized that I had split away from them. I gripped my left hand tightly with my right hand, feeling lost and empty inside, occasionally struck by waves of frustration. I had been running blindly for almost all the time; my goals seemed very clear, yet I could never focus entirely on them. I gripped my left hand tightly with my right hand, feeling lost and empty inside, occasionally struck by waves of frustration. I had been running blindly for almost all the time; my goals seemed very clear, yet I could never focus entirely on them. All my unwillingness and efforts just confirmed the vanity and pride within me. Thinking of this, my face felt as if it had been slapped, swelling up; I could imagine how red and swollen it looked without even looking in a mirror. "The heart is higher than the sky," the words of the grade counselor suddenly echoed again; I couldn't remember the rest, but these four words were as clear as bullets, piercing into my ears and heart, until it bled profusely.

"Then why do you still want to participate in the speech competition, borrow books from the ancient texts department, watch Kunqu opera, and take part in the Hanfu event commemorating the Jiadingsan massacre?" I became candid and excited as if I had opened a wound, continuing to question, "Who do you think you are? You truly have lofty ambitions."

I can walk down the main avenue of the school with my eyes closed; I remember every corner and every type of tree planted on both sides.

This scene feels so familiar. During the twilight of the winter break in middle school, we would also carry our heavy backpacks like this, taking the bus home. The bus swayed back and forth, and our arms often brushed against each other. Time flows slowly, and we are all moving forward, despite the frustrations, sadness, confusion, and pain.

The next morning, I was in the classroom. After a brief moment of stepping out to fetch water, I returned to find a conspicuous envelope in my textbook, untouched. I was filled with pain, deep shame, and nowhere to hide. Several days later, when I saw her, she had changed all her contact information. She still had long hair and almond-shaped eyes, and when she laughed, it was like a mischievous cat. I saw her speaking in class, referencing texts with the teacher, skillfully navigating the discussion. Who could match her intelligence and audacity? She shone brightly, illuminating my pettiness and selfishness. I dared not look directly at her face, yet she could still, in front of me, lean on the table with both hands and smile, saying, "There’s a good movie recently—by Yamada Yoji, do you think you would like it?" I saw her speaking in class, referencing texts with the teacher, skillfully navigating the discussion. Who could match her intelligence and audacity? She shone brightly, illuminating my pettiness and selfishness. I dared not look directly at her face, yet she could still, in front of me, lean on the table with both hands and smile, saying, "There’s a good movie recently—by Yamada Yoji, do you think you would like it?"

I buried my head, and a strong sense of shame surged within me. ... In Beijing, in Paris ... . ... I painfully recalled the various details from that brief period, reflecting on my superficiality and recklessness, my heart trembling incessantly, Lu Qingye, what are you doing

In the end, I still did not meet Jiu Xun. During my most bewildered moments, another young girl quietly listened to me as I spoke everything out.

Do not be born, I command you

I smile deeply: "Then from now on, let's seriously prepare for the finals. Additionally, I am currently working at the Japanese Research Institute, so feel free to ask me for any materials you need."

What could be more satisfying than enjoying steaming hot wontons in a small street-side eatery, filled with shrimp and minced meat, floating in a broth adorned with vibrant green scallions and delicate strands of egg crepe, with seaweed resting at the bottom of the bowl? Purchasing hand cream and lip balm at Watsons. Guixin found a long, vividly colored trench coat in a hidden little shop on Changle Road, and only Guixin could wear it without feeling out of place, with its wide sleeves and gentle lines, created by a local designer. In addition to the newly bought discounted books, there are also two theater tickets in hand!

After criticism, there should be gentleness: "The school provides relevant assistance to students facing economic difficulties. In your case, all you need is to get a certificate." She expressed her deep regret, "Lu Qingye, you are a good student, and I know you excel in foreign languages, but remember your place and do not be overly ambitious—" She paused, as if it took a great effort to swallow the very harsh words, "Life is as fragile as paper." "Lu Qingye, you are a good student, and I know you excel in foreign languages, but remember your place and do not be overly ambitious—" She paused, as if it took a great effort to swallow the very harsh words, "Life is as fragile as paper."

I was taken aback. She answered herself: "Because I am different from others, because I am smart, I can excel in every subject, I can cook delicious food for you, and I will be with you—"

During our first year of high school, we had lunch in the cafeteria. The line was very long. I still remember the aroma of the overcooked dishes in the cafeteria. She loved to eat meatballs, fish heads, mushrooms, and three-flavor casserole. When the weather was cold, many people would order the casserole, and the floor was particularly slippery. We carefully carried the boiling casserole through the crowd. The sensation of carrying the casserole was exhilarating—the scalding soup seemed like it was about to splash out, and there was always a risk of slipping beneath our feet. In fact, it was common for someone in the cafeteria to accidentally tip over their casserole, drenching themselves and ending up in a very awkward situation.

There is indeed a company that is willing to have me do translation, but I soon realized that my serious and meticulous expression is completely unsuitable for business communication

I was drenched in cold sweat, stammering. It was once, in the snow-laden city of Kitakyushu, when she invited me to come. Just her one sentence made me put aside all my studies and rush over. She came to pick me up, and from the window of the inn, I looked out to see the fields parched, fine snow swirling, and the dim lights flickering, reflecting the vast expanse of deep blue lake water in my view. Before I knew it, our arms had embraced each other, completely out of nature, almost simultaneously. Everything around us sank into the dim yellow night, and I too sank into her intoxicating softness. Before I knew it, our arms had embraced each other, completely out of nature, almost simultaneously. Everything around us sank into the dim yellow night, and I too sank into her intoxicating softness. She lifted her head to seek a kiss, extending her hands to intertwine her fingers with mine.

Once again, it was still in the small inn. Her body was in my palm, her expression dizzy and sweet from the pain. She let out a long sigh, pressing down on my hand that was reaching towards the head of the bed: "Do not."

Stepping out of the library, the sunlight is crisp and the wind is chilly. I dislike the winter in Shanghai the most, as it seeps coldness deep into the bones

Recently, during a French class, I was practicing interpretation. I encountered many unfamiliar words and stumbled through a segment before being interrupted by the teacher. Listening to my translation recording afterward, I found numerous grammatical errors, which was terrifyingly awful

Later on, I unexpectedly gave her an envelope containing several hundred thousand yen, enough for her abortion and post-operative care. She disappeared in Kyoto. I returned in despair. Three days later, she came to find me, her skin as white as snow, her long hair cascading down. She looked straight at me, smiled, and took my hand to place it on her abdomen. I felt a burning urge to escape, but her grip was like iron: "Ximing, you check, there is no longer our child."

It was a frustrating afternoon