【Yueyue】（02）Author: Demon(w1985jc)

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Chapter Two

After dinner, we walked east along Chang'an Avenue, passing the square and then Qianmen. During this time, I
held her hand as before dinner, strolling leisurely. The afternoon sun in April was warm and bright. I couldn't help but glance at her
beautiful face with deep affection, wanting to reach out and touch it. But when my hand reached her face, it turned into fingertips, gently stroking her fair cheeks.
I joked, "So white, did you put on too much foundation?" She playfully retorted, "What are you saying? You have so little
confidence ." I thought, my confidence in you is called confidence, but your confidence in yourself is true confidence. We were strolling leisurely when
she suddenly tugged at my hand gently and asked, "If you were married and your wife and mother were arguing,
whose side would you take?" I thought for a second and blurted out, "My mom!" She released my hand and pinched my arm,
saying, "Even if you think that way, you can't say it like that, you know?" I thought, "Isn't this about my wife and my mom?
Why are you getting so worked up? Are you projecting your own feelings onto her, sister? Are you projecting your non-existent wife onto her, or are you replacing me with your
ex-husband, who is now your ex-husband?" She didn't actually pinch me; it was more like a playful pout.
Actually, I'd never thought about this question before, because I didn't think it was a problem at all. Even if it were, I was
confident could easily solve it. I couldn't possibly side with one and attack the other, because they were
both women I loved most. However, it's a bit ridiculous that I've never encountered this kind of trouble before, and I don't know if I
will

in the future. We got tired and found a step near the front gate to sit down, in a place where the sun wouldn't shine. I asked her, "What
's name?" She showed me her resume: "WY." Turns out, we share the same surname. After knowing each other for over a month, she finally
told me her real name, but she was very cautious and wouldn't allow me to mention it to anyone in any situation
. We sat quietly, time seemingly standing still. Wasn't it nice to just sit like this? Did I
genuinely like her, or was it because she resembled Weng Xiaomeng, whom I liked? If I hadn't met
Weng Xiaomeng from CCTV, and hadn't liked her, would I have liked Yueyue so much? I don't know.

She said, "Let's go." We got up and went to her bus stop. I still reached for her hand, but she pulled away
, saying, "I'm not the same age as you; it's not appropriate for us to hold hands in the street." 29 years old,
that year . 29 is two years younger than I am now, but I was only 24 back then. Compared to her
face, weathered by life and ravaged by time, she did look much younger, more than five years younger. What would passersby think of our relationship? A married woman would always have reservations, unlike a
young man like me, alone and far from home .
Her rejection left me a little disappointed, but it wasn't a big deal.

We walked to Zhushikou, was that the station name? Maybe, I was too lazy to check. She said, "It's
here ." She took a certain bus, and I waited with her for it. The bus would come from the north, and she was going south.
It was past 2:30 in the afternoon, the sun was warm, and I looked down at her with deep affection, taking a deep breath, but I couldn't say a word.
In the sunlight, her beauty at that moment was no less than Weng Xiaomeng's. She was right in front of me, within my reach, while Xiaomeng was on
TV , in another world we didn't intersect.

"Just say what you want to say, don't look like you want to say something but can't," Yueyue said gently, looking at me. I
thought, what should I say? I wanted to say I like you, want to make love to you, want to be with you, or maybe I didn't want to say
anything , just miss you. You were in front of me, and I missed you too, wanting to do intimate things with you, doing
things that could express my deep liking or gentle love for you. My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Nothing
, I just wanted to kiss you." Then I leaned down and gently kissed her fair face.
The young woman being kissed wasn't shy, but the boy who was kissing her turned away, his heart pounding, leaving her with only his tall back.
Yueyue's hand gently climbed up my back, tenderly and slowly stroking it, down to my waist, repeating the motion repeatedly.
I could feel her warmth; I knew she liked me too, and wanted to do the happiest, most wonderful
thing in the world with me. She had many buses, and one came quickly. She tried to say she was leaving, but I said, "Don't go, wait for another one." She
smiled and stayed. We didn't talk much, but just quietly waiting for each other at the bus stop was a kind of happiness. The second
bus of that route came, and she smiled at me without saying a word. I said, "The third one, then you can leave." In my heart, I thought,
"Bus, please come slowly, let this beautiful moment linger a little longer."

The third bus of hers came, and she looked at me and said, "I'm leaving." We said goodbye, watched her get
on the train, and saw her disappear into the distance, heading south.

Around 3 PM, I took the subway home, or to my dorm. When I transferred to Line 13, I received
a text : "I'm home, don't worry." Being cared for by someone you like is, of course, happiness. She knew I liked her,
and likes bring care, so even on a spring afternoon in the same city, she would let me know she got home safely.

Back at my place, Lao Jiang was there. Distracted, I casually asked, "
What if I dated a woman with a child?" He emphasized, "People would laugh at me." Laugh at me? Be laughed at by others? I didn't care about that. What I cared about
was the woman herself. Not being a virgin wasn't a problem, or rather, it wasn't a problem. But having a
child raised by another man meant the relationship couldn't be severed. Even if they divorced, he would always be
the father . I know some people would say my thinking was selfish. You can interpret it however you want. I think this way simply
because I don't want to share the woman I love with anyone, even if the person sharing her is a child, unless that
child is hers and mine. You can say this isn't love, fine, then it's not love.

Yueyue started working at the Parkson cosmetics counter near Fuxingmen. Lao Jiang found a job as a construction technician and
needs to move to the south of the city; they provide room and board there. He came from Shandong, originally just staying briefly in my city, but I
didn't expect him to leave Beijing so soon. I felt a little lost when Jiang moved away. Although we were still in the same city, we were
now in the north and south, making it difficult to see each other. I found a job, but it was very unreliable, and I haven't
been working . One noon, I went to the south of the city to see Jiang. We both love braised eggplant. After lunch, the two disillusioned young people
leaned against a wooden pillar, heads tilted back, each lost in their own confusion.

Shortly after having dinner with one of Jiang's departing colleagues, Jiang also left Beijing. Wang and I...
Wei moved from the first eight houses to Huilongguan. The Western Conference Finals were in full swing. Every day, he'd sleep in until he naturally woke up in that small house,
then go to a small restaurant to watch the live stream. Seeing the three brothers annoyed, it was funny to think, "I watch the game for two hours, eat
a meal from you, are you losing out?" If they don't want to do business, fine, they'll eat somewhere else.

I hadn't contacted Yueyue for a long time. At the time, I wasn't thinking much of it, but I suddenly remembered the wonderful time we met in April, so I
called her. Did she answer? Or did she text me without replying? She said, "Little brother, I'm very busy with work." I thought, how
busy could she be? It's just an excuse to avoid me. In May, my feelings for her were just so-so. If I could get her,
great; if not, or we completely lost contact, it didn't matter.

I went home in June and wrote down ten moments from my first meeting with Yueyue on Weibo. I
felt nostalgic . My feelings for her were probably different then than in May. Grandma Ge passed away. One evening,
Grandma Ge, his brother, and I sat quietly chatting in the courtyard where she used to live. It was a
quiet . I was with Grandma Ge; we were all alright, but in my heart and mind, I kept thinking about my sister in Beijing.
One morning, I woke up around 7 a.m., turned on the TV to watch the sports news, and when I realized it wasn't Weng Xiaomeng hosting, I turned it off and
drifted back to sleep.

I took my laptop and returned to Beijing. From the moment the bus arrived at Muxiyuan Bus Station, my longing for Yueyue was
noticeably different from before. My landlord in Huilongguan was an idiot. Before going home, I had moved to
a basement in a small community in Yanjingli, Chaoyang District. It was a friend's rented room. Although it was dark, damp, and cramped, for
someone like me without a job, having a place to call home in this city was enough.

Because of Lao Wu, I became friends with Song from Zhongqing Zheng. He was supposed to graduate in 2008, but for some reason, he
was still living in the school dormitory in July 2009. On my way to play basketball at the China Youth University, I took the No. 1 bus that runs through Chang'an Avenue.
Passing by the Parkson department store near Fuxingmen, I was overcome with emotion and texted Yueyue: "Sister, I miss you." She finally missed me too,
replying: "Haha, I knew you missed me." I told Zhao Chen about this, and she said, "Haha, I told you so
, she won't ignore you."

During my job interview, in the east of the city, while waiting for the interviewer, Yueyue's white shirt,
blue pants, and short black hair from our only meeting kept flashing through my mind.

In early July, I finally found a job. Whether it's reliable or not is another matter; I'll just try it out.

The company and my residence are both in Chaoyang District. In the mornings, I need to walk a bit to Jintai Road to take the 419 bus or
a little further north to take the 635 bus, getting off at the University of International Business and Economics stop—the school I graduated from through self-study. Speaking of
the Jintai Road area in Yanjingli, this is the area I was thinking of when I wrote Shen Yan's diary, and
the home I wrote about for Shen Yan and Liang Yan was also located in that area.

Yueyue finally reappeared. I sent her the ten details of our first meeting. She said, "It was beautiful,
I miss it, forget it." I said, "If it was beautiful and I miss it, why forget it? How can I forget it?" I
suddenly remembered a senior's evaluation of me after hearing about my infatuation with Weng Xiaomeng and Yueyue: "There are so many Chinese characters, but if
I had to choose one to describe you, it would be 'love.'" Was she right? I didn't think so at the time,
or I wasn't sure. But years later, thinking back on her words, her summary is truly accurate.

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