[Are you going on a business trip this week?] (02) Author: cute9527

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(II)

It's been a few days since I returned from Huizhou. My friend said she's going abroad on a government assignment soon and has a lot to prepare
. She'll contact me again after she's done with this. I still work nine-to-five. In my spare time, besides staying home watching movies, reading books, and scrolling through
my WeChat Moments, there's not much else to do.

My friends and classmates on WeChat Moments always seem to have such colorful lives, while I, a
man , with an average family background, an average job, and an average appearance, have been in the workforce for a few years, neither high enough nor low enough, with little money and a
small social circle. The pressure of life seems to have made me forget how to express my uniqueness. Perhaps
I am still somewhat unique, I believe deep down we all think so.

Some say that people who are nostalgic are almost always dissatisfied with their current situation, or rather, not quite happy at this stage
. I completely agree.

So when I received the invitation to a class reunion from my old class monitor one Friday night, I was quite excited. (The last

sentence is a nonsensical, unrelated comment.)

Two days later, after a long and tiring journey, I finally arrived in the city where I had lived for four years. I felt that
someone like me, a typical old-fashioned scholar, had a certain pedantry and
a stubbornness . The reason I chose to take the train was to
relive the awe I felt when I first saw the boundless Gobi Desert. Traveling north from Guangzhou, the journey took me from verdant mountains and clear waters to the endless yellow mountains and Gobi Desert – the shift in time and space felt like a dream.

As usual, I stayed at the same hotel where I first registered at the university. The decor was unchanged, but the price
had jumped from 80 yuan to 280 yuan, which surprised me greatly.

I ate a huge bowl of beef noodles at a small noodle shop next to the hotel and called my old class monitor to ask about the arrangements. He
said some classmates hadn't arrived yet, and the group gathering would have to wait another day, but I could meet up with a few close friends first.

After hanging up the phone, I lay in bed flipping through my phone book and suddenly realized that the only people I still kept in touch with after graduation were girls.
Even though there were more girls than boys in our tourism management major (out of 35 in our class, 25 were girls),
this still felt a bit too obvious.

Of course, I believe that no matter what your major is in college, besides your closest male friends,
the attraction of girls is definitely greater for those you stay in touch with.

Who should I call?

I scrolled through the phone book several times but still couldn't think of anyone. Just as I was struggling with this, the phone rang. It
was Old Wang from the upper bunk. He started cursing as soon as I answered, "You idiot! I've been waiting for you for two days! Why are you only arriving today?"

I laughed and said, "Do you think I'd take a plane to relive the Long March? I sincerely followed in my younger self's
footsteps and came by train, okay?"

He laughed and cursed, "You're still as talkative as ever after all these years! Hurry up and get over here! We're waiting for you at the KTV on XX Road."

I have to say, the anxiety I was feeling just moments before, agonizing over who to call
, vanished instantly with one call from Lao Wang. That's more like it! Four years! We all know each other by now.

I hailed a taxi—the same kind that costs 10 yuan and gets you all over town—and arrived at the KTV in less than fifteen minutes.
When I got to the door, I found Lao Wang already waiting.

Offering him a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette, I asked, "When did you get here?"

Lao Wang took the cigarette and looked me up and down, not answering me, but instead asking, "You're something else! It's been years, how come
you haven't gotten any fatter? "

I then noticed his belly had swelled considerably and immediately laughed and scolded, "You think everyone's got
the luck to get into the system like you? How about it? Three years as a prefect, and you've got quite a belly, huh?"

He chuckled and said, "Nonsense. Let's go in. Sergeant Zhang said you were here today, everyone's
waiting for you."

As we walked in, I quietly asked, "Who's here today?" I was just back at the hotel thinking about who to call
first, and I couldn't think of anyone to call.

Old Wang's face fell when he heard this. He patted my shoulder and said, "Go to hell, Xiao Hu! You're no good!
I was thinking of calling you first as soon as I got here, why didn't you think of me?"

I quickly laughed it off, "Sorry, brother, I was so busy thinking about which girl to pick up on the way here,
I didn't think of you for a moment."

He kicked me.

At the door of the private room, Old Wang grabbed me and said, "Let me tell you something, Liu Jing is here today,
don't cause any trouble later."

I was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "Liu Jing, she's here, so what trouble could I cause?"

He glared at me, feigning anger, "Don't pretend in front of me, are you really not aware? You think
you can really avoid causing trouble?"

I looked at him speechlessly and said, "Damn it, I wasn't even close to Xiao Jingzi back in school, and we
haven't been in touch for years. What kind of trouble could she possibly be causing?"

He sighed and said, "Fine, since you put it that way, let's go in."

The moment the door opened, I felt like I was back in my carefree youth. Those familiar faces, those
familiar drinking games, those familiar swear words—before I could even say anything, Lao Wang yelled, "Yo-ho, Xiao Hu's here!

" I had to admire Lao Wang's ability to rally people. No wonder he worked in the system; there were over ten people in the private room,
mostly girls (okay, calling them "little sisters-in-law" would be more appropriate). Before I even sat down on the sofa, Liu Na, the class's
former sports and arts representative, brought over three glasses of wine. "Little Hu, we've been waiting for you for ages!
No more words, being late is your punishment—three drinks!"

Seeing the girls' attitude, I quickly winked at Lao Wang for help. Lao Wang saw me looking at him, turned his head
away, and pretended not to see me. Oh my god! This guy prioritizes women over friends.

There was no other way; with nowhere else to turn for help, I had to bite the bullet and go for it.

After three drinks, I instantly felt warmer. I filled the plates with wine and toasted everyone in the circle. And
you know what? Time, sometimes a cruel mistress, can also be a cosmetic scalpel. Those female classmates from back then
, some of them have blossomed into beauties. I secretly winked at Old Wang beside me and said, "How come I never noticed so many young ladies
before ?" Old Wang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Now you understand how I
felt when I first saw these young ladies, right? My eyes were blinded back then."

After a few rounds of drinks, we started singing. Not to brag, but I had one of the best voices in class back then.
I wasn't good at pop songs, but I could easily sing verses like "A girl is eighteen when she's a flower" and "Sister, you boldly go forward."
At our first reunion, everyone was stunned by my singing—of course, they were amazed by my unique musical taste.
I was stunned by the taste, okay, whatever stunned me, as long as it did.

After singing "Love Liar, I Ask You," Liu Na and Liu Jing came over to toast me. I smiled wryly, "Sister Na, please spare me
today . I just got off the train this afternoon, and all I've had all day is a bowl of beef noodles. I've already drunk almost
half a jin of liquor. Don't blame me for the live broadcast later!"

Sister Na grinned mischievously, "Alright, alright, I know you too well. You've always been playing dumb to fool others.
There's an old saying, 'If a man doesn't get drunk, a woman has no chance.' If I don't get you drunk today,
how will those women who had feelings for you back then have a chance?

" I feigned surprise, "Sister Na, what are you talking about? Chairman Mao always taught us to be
young people with ideals, morality, culture, and discipline. I've always been strict with others and lenient with myself, okay? When have I ever played dumb to
fool others?"

Sister Na squinted at me, then glanced at Liu Jing beside her, and said, "Really? Look, our little Jing
hasn't had a single drink since you arrived! You, the 'four-good youth,' shouldn't you step up your game and liven
things up?"

I quickly called out to Lao Wang, "Lao Wang, Sister Na's picking on me, come quick!"

Lao Wang glanced at me, then at Liu Jing, "Little Hu, I really can't save this. You'd better
pray for yourself .

That's not very loyal!" "Loyalty and righteousness are worth a thousand pieces of gold!" I sang Stephen Chow's famous song as I carried my drink
towards Liu Jing.

As the saying goes, everyone has secrets, and Liu Jing, who remains as serene as ever after all these years, is
one of my secrets from my university days.

Liu Jing was a transfer student in our class, coming from another department in her freshman year. As the class monitor at the time, Lao Wang
often made me, an ordinary student, run errands for the new student, helping with paperwork, finding dormitories, and even moving luggage
. Well, running errands was tiring, but it wasn't all bad. When I first met Liu Jing, I thought
this girl with a ponytail and a sun hat was quite pretty. Being a young man in love, I was even more enthusiastic about
running errands. We gradually got to know each other. However, Liu Jing wasn't the type of girl who talked much. Most of the time, she would just
stand quietly at a distance, watching you, and she wouldn't even look you in the eye when she spoke. After I noticed this, I always liked to stare at her when
I talked to her . She probably sensed my teasing, and she would blush, but she wouldn't say much.
Seeing her reaction, I played this game even more often.

After the freshman orientation ended, and I had gotten to know most of the classmates, I learned that this girl had
a boyfriend in another city who would sometimes come to see her. I met him once when we were eating off-campus; he was a
tall, thin guy. It seemed like this girl was quite talkative in front of her boyfriend, her little mouth chattering away, and her smile even
sweeter. Back then, I was young and didn't have any concepts of married women or stealing someone else's boyfriend. I thought that since the girl had
a boyfriend , we could just be ordinary classmates.

Things changed a bit at the end of the first semester. For a while, I noticed this girl often
had red eyes and was frequently distracted in class. This went on for several days in a row. One day, I texted her
, "What's wrong? You seem a bit down lately."

She didn't reply.

Young boys are the most adept at being bold, meticulous, and thick-skinned. You ignore me? I
bombard you with texts.

Finally, one day, she replied, "What are you doing? Texting me every day." As soon as

I saw she'd replied, I immediately called her. "What's wrong with you lately? Your eyes are always
red, and you're often distracted in class?"

She said, "You noticed that? I see you staring at girls all day long. Sigh,
something happened at home recently."

It turned out the girl had a younger brother who had a falling out with his family over the college entrance exam and ran away from home.

I don't quite remember how I tried to comfort her back then, because even now, I
don't know how to advise someone in this situation. But back then, being young and inexperienced, I not only offered advice, but it seemed to work
quite well.

After that phone call, we talked on the phone frequently, chatting about trivial things. She told me that her
boyfriend would call her every night after 8 pm and hang up abruptly.

One day, while I was calling her, she said her phone was almost out of battery. She paused on the phone and asked, "Want
to go for a walk?" I suppressed my excitement and calmly said, "Sure, where to?" She said, "How about Qinxue Road?"

I believe every university has its own unspoken dating spot, whether it's a tree-lined path or a green sports field, and
Qinxue Road was our school's go-to dating spot for couples. It's bordered by a lake on the left and a large grove of trees on the right, which I think were peach, pear, and plum trees planted by
the bioengineering department. Every spring, when the flowers bloom and the girls' hearts flutter, this
road would gather couples from different departments and years in the evenings, strolling hand in hand,
sitting in the pavilions, and some, in the heat of passion, would spontaneously wander into the woods.

When I arrived at the agreed-upon intersection, Liu Jing was already waiting. Seeing me jogging, she smiled and gestured towards
the tree-lined path ahead. I slowed my pace and followed her.

It's true, strolling along the tree-lined path with a cute girl in such an ambiguous atmosphere was a unique
experience. We walked and chatted side-by-side, laughing occasionally, and a sweet feeling unconsciously arose.

For several weeks in a row, whenever she had free time, she would invite me to walk along that tree-lined path. Summer was getting
stronger, the weather was gradually getting hotter, and the girls were dressing more and more lightly. That day, when I arrived at the intersection of Qinxue Road as agreed,
I noticed that Xiao Jing was wearing a new green t-shirt. Because Xiao Jing was petite, the deep V-neck paired with her ample
breasts (I don't know what size they were) made me feel a little strange, as if there was a magnet on her chest,
my eyes involuntarily drawn to it.

We were chatting about midterms, and she asked me some questions about the tourism English exam, sounding a bit troubled. I
answered half-heartedly, my eyes still involuntarily glancing at her every now and then.

I got so engrossed in looking at her that when I came to my senses, the world suddenly seemed very quiet. I followed my gaze up her breasts,
collarbone , and neck, and saw her flushed face.

She frowned and asked, "Hu Tian, Hu Tian, what are you looking at? Is it that pretty?"

I guess I was still lost in the sight of her deep, white cleavage and hadn't quite snapped out of it, so
I nodded almost unconsciously and replied, "Pretty, pretty, really pretty."

I guess I looked too silly, because she didn't turn away. Her face turned even redder, and she said, "You really have a thick
skin don't you?"

I don't know where I got the courage, but seeing that she wasn't angry, I reached out and pulled her into my arms.
Guanyin, Buddha, the Jade Emperor! Zeus, Poseidon, Cupid, Jesus! What a sensation that felt against my chest!
What a fragrance that wafted to my nose!

Liu Jing struggled a couple of times but didn't say anything. I said, "Shh, little Jingzi, don't talk, let me just hold
you like this." She obediently lowered her hands, and I hugged her back tightly, wanting to melt that soft, yielding breast into
my body.

After a while, I felt something wet on my chest, which startled me. I quickly let go of her, looking at her tear-
filled face, I was at a loss. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you're just so
beautiful , I couldn't resist." I apologized while wiping away her tears.

She still didn't speak, just kept crying. I realized this was bad. Did she think I was a lecher? Although I'd
always had that thought, I definitely didn't have the guts. I continued apologizing, wiping her tears until my shirt sleeves were
soaked .

She cried for about half an hour, and just as I was about to swear I would never see her in private again, she
suddenly stopped crying and whispered, "You're a bad person. You know I have a boyfriend, yet you still bully me.

" I said with a pained expression, "I'm really sorry, but you look especially beautiful today, and I feel like
I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't do something."

She blushed and spat, "You pervert!"

Seeing that I had a chance, I quickly tried to coax and deceive her into explaining my behavior, finally managing
to calm before I hurriedly took her back to her dorm.

For the next few days after that night, she didn't contact me again; she wouldn't reply to my texts or answer my calls.
I wondered if this girl really held a grudge? Because final exams were approaching, I still had to cram at the last minute
, busy reviewing my subjects, and the idea of finding an opportunity to apologize slowly gradually faded.

That afternoon, after finishing my Hotel Management exam, the final exams were over. Then came a week-long
end-of-semester review period. No classes, just meetings for each department and club to summarize the semester, and then we'd all go home
. I made a pact with Tao (my best friend, I'll introduce him later) to spend the remaining week after the exams
playing Counter-Strike in our rented apartment in a village outside the school. We'd go home for the holidays. Back then, many people rented apartments off-campus;
the villages around the school were full of student rentals. As for why, if you've been to university and have a girlfriend, you'll understand
. The reason Tao and I rented this apartment was simple: to treat ourselves. Although the school food was good, for us from
out of town , it was necessary to occasionally eat hometown food. So, the area around the popular "love nest"
became our kitchen, where we rarely went except to cook for ourselves each week.

That afternoon, after the exam, I was discussing with my roommates where to go drinking and socializing that night when I received a call from Liu Jing.
She asked, "How did the exam go? Where are you now?"

To be honest, I still felt a little guilty after what happened that night; after all, it was my fault.
I was happy she called me. I told her I was going drinking with so-and-so from my dorm that night. She was silent for a moment, then said, "
Oh, never mind then."

Years of experience told me that it would be too insensitive not to ask, so I quickly
asked , "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

It turned out Liu Jing was moving dorms. Because she was a transfer student, our Tourism Management department's girls' dorms
were full, and she hadn't found a suitable spot, so she had to continue living in her old Music department dorm. After
the final exams the senior students were moving out, and she planned to move to our department's girls' dorm.

I thought to myself, we haven't seen each other privately since last time, and I haven't properly apologized to her. This was a good
opportunity, so I said, "Wait a minute, I'll be right there.

" When I got to their dorm building, I saw many Music and Art department seniors packing their luggage
to mail to the post office staff on campus; it was quite noisy. Fortunately, that was the case. I told the dorm supervisor
I was going upstairs to help the girls with their luggage, and before she could reply, I quickly went upstairs.

Liu Jing's dorm was 602. When I got there, she was the only one left in her dorm. I saw she only had
a suitcase and a small bag, so I asked her, "Is that all? Which dorm are you moving to?" She said, "Yes,
that's all . I'm moving to 502 in Building 11." I said, "Okay, let's double-check if anything's been left behind. If not, we'll
move it now."

I carried her suitcase and small bag and ran to 502 in the girls' dorm building of our department. After putting down her luggage,
I asked her if there was anything else I could help her with. She shook her head and said, "No, you should go back now. Don't let
Old Wang and the others think you stood them up." I laughed and said, "It's okay, they've always known I prioritize romance over friendship.

" I noticed her brows furrowed again. Did I say something wrong? I quickly made amends, laughing and saying, "
We agreed to meet at 7:30. I won't be late."

Seeing my reaction, she didn't say anything more. She quickly tidied up her bed, put her suitcase and
bag on it, and then went back to her dorm.

That evening, after drinking with Lao Wang and the others, I got back to my dorm after 10 pm. When I got back,
I realized my phone was dead. After changing the battery, I saw several missed calls, all from Liu Jing.

I quickly called back. As soon as the call connected, I anxiously asked, "What's wrong?" She replied, "Just got back from dinner, my phone died, and I just
changed the battery.

" She was silent for a moment, then said, "My new roommate is somewhere, probably at a party too. The dorm supervisor didn't give me the key to my new dorm this
afternoon , and I can't get in now. I heard
from some girls in my class that you rented a place off-campus, right? Can I stay with you for a while?
I'll go back to my dorm when they get back."

Hearing this, I immediately sobered up considerably. This...this...isn't this a windfall? I've been waiting for this day like
a cherries-eating cat, my eyes practically green with envy.

To be continued.

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