One night's stand isn't enough, let's have multiple nights! 11

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My heart ached, and tears almost welled up again. My sister brushed her long eyelashes against my nose and whispered, "Let me tell you, you are the love of my life. From the day after tomorrow when I leave you, my heart will hibernate for you until the day we meet again. Do you believe me?" I desperately held back my tears, nodded, and kissed my sister's face, saying, "Silly girl, of course I believe you." My sister said, "You once told me you could die for me, but I didn't. Don't be so silly in the future, okay? I want you to take good care of yourself for me. When we meet again, you must still be as lovely as you are now. Promise me." I hugged my sister tightly and whispered, "I have this illusion that today is our real wedding." My sister said, "Darling, my heart has already married you." We lingered, and my sister gently pushed me away, saying, "Baby, we must record our most affectionate and most beautiful moments." I looked at my sister, sighed, and said, "Let's begin."

The photoshoot went very smoothly. The photographer exclaimed, "Wow, you two got into character so quickly!" while snapping photos and praising us loudly. My sister and I worked together flawlessly. Finally, it was time to change into our traditional Chinese clothing. I asked the photographer when we could get the photos, and he said it might take a week to bind them into an album, but we'd see a sample tomorrow. I asked if he could print an extra sample of the wedding dress, and he said no problem, adding that couples like us are truly rare. I said, "Come on, don't tease us." Everything was finished by 5 pm. My sister received a call from a friend, who coldly said, "I don't want to go back yet. Wait until about 7 or 8 pm." Then he took my hand and said, "Let's go, darling, to your place. I'll cook you another meal!"

It was already past eleven o'clock. Halen and I stood at the entrance of No. 52 Middle School. We had been wandering around this area for two hours, holding hands. Finally, I walked my sister downstairs. She gently hugged me and asked if she was being selfish, if she shouldn't have made me remember her like this. I said, "Who isn't selfish?" My sister said that if she never saw me again, she would definitely live her life well. I said, "If you want to say something like 'I can meet a better girl than you,' don't bother with that nonsense. Actually, you don't want that at all. Tell me, do you want me to love you forever?" My sister laughed immediately, hugged me, and murmured, "It's been so long since I've given you..." "I've left a mark," she said, then gave me a long, red kiss on the neck. This time, she kissed for a particularly long time, until my neck started to hurt a little. I said, "Even a thousand miles of farewell must come to an end. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Go on upstairs." In the darkness, her eyes blinked, as if she was trying to hold back tears. I asked her what time her flight was the day after tomorrow, and she told me the flight number and said it was 1 p.m. I nodded and said I understood. Watching her walk up the stairs step by step, I knew she was looking back at me from time to time. The moment she took out her keys at the door, I blew her a kiss and ran home without looking back.

When I got home, I saw the food my sister had prepared was still on the table. Neither of us had touched it. I stood there for a long time, then slumped down, picked up my chopsticks, and wolfed down my food in a flash. The tears I had been holding back for so long started to flow. It turns out that rice soaked in tears really doesn't taste good. I smiled bitterly, wiping away my tears as I tried to eat, like a severely mentally ill person who had been locked up for years. I still couldn't sleep that night. I started trying to recall every little detail since we met. I opened my laptop and went online to chat, finding a place frequented by people over thirty and pretending to be a divorced man. Reading the lines of comforting and encouraging messages from my chat partners, words that used to make me laugh out loud, made me feel warmer than ever before, until dawn broke.

In the morning, I was the first to arrive at the office, turned on my computer, and tidied up the work I'd neglected for the past few days. After everyone had arrived, I called a meeting, announced the list of everyone leaving at the end of the month, and announced that the whole department would be having dinner that evening—my treat—as a thank you to all the brothers who had supported me. To those leaving, I wished them a bright future. After everyone had left, Pudding ran over and asked if I'd been bothered by my sister, saying, "Why did you act like it was a life-or-death separation the other day?" I said, "How could that be? She's going abroad and came specifically to say goodbye. Taking a photo together is just..." At least in the end, Pudding said that Meatball Girl and her parents went to Hong Kong for the National Day holiday, and he was finally free. At the end, he squinted his small eyes and said to me, "Brother, how about you take me out to pick up girls?" I laughed and said, "Brother, I've given it up." Pudding said, "Impossible." I said, "We haven't had a son yet. It's better to keep some good seeds in case of trouble, so that we don't end up with only defective offspring and give birth to an idiot." Pudding's eyes widened and said, "Is that so?" I laughed and said, "It's in this issue of Modern Fertility Magazine. If you don't believe me, go look it up yourself." Seeing Pudding's astonished look, I said, "You should take it easy, kid. Don't feed your wife and let your son down." Then I laughed wildly and drove off.

After confirming by phone at noon, I went to the wedding photography studio. Looking at the table full of sample photos, my girlfriend was incredibly shy, while I remained resolute and patient; we really did look like a couple. My girlfriend asked when we were going to shoot outdoor photos, and I said no, these are enough. She hesitated, saying it wouldn't work; this isn't enough to fill four photo albums. I said we didn't need the albums, just give me all the negatives, and I wouldn't shortchange her. She discussed it with the manager for a while and then came out to tell me it was fine. I said I'd take these sample photos first. Just then, the photographer from that day arrived. Upon seeing me, the photographer happily said that some of the photos were quite good. He was about to discuss with me whether I could get a large print to hang in the shop window for advertising. I smiled apologetically and said that my wife was rather conservative and probably wouldn't agree. I was really sorry. The photographer said it was a pity, a real pity. Look at how light your makeup is. I've taken so many photos, and it's rare to find a couple that doesn't look like mannequins. I said, "Brother, you flatter me too much. I should thank you." The photographer got carried away and we exchanged cigarettes, calling each other brothers. He asked why my wife wasn't with us. I smiled and looked outside the door, saying that she was at home packing her luggage. The photographer was completely confused.

That night, everyone made a huge ruckus. I refused all the toasts, claiming my stomach had been upset lately. Actually, I really wanted to get drunk and forget everything; at least then the night wouldn't be so painful. But based on past experience, if I got drunk like that, I'd definitely talk nonsense, and then my relationship with my sister would become an open secret in the whole company. Da Tou came with his wife and asked why I didn't show up at important events, since he'd heard my girlfriend was quite attractive. I told him we'd just broken up a couple of days ago. Da Tou shut up, downed a big glass of Coke with me, and said, "Brother, if you're unlucky in love, you're lucky in your career. Let's keep in touch; we've got a long road ahead of us." After everyone had left, I wandered alone on Chang'an Avenue at one in the morning, flipping through the samples I'd received that day under the lamplight. Seeing my sister beside me, so tender and affectionate, my heart ached. I sat down weakly on the curb and started staring blankly at the water truck in the middle of the street.

No matter how much I resisted, the time of separation was drawing ever closer. The sleepless nights and restlessness of the past few days hadn't lessened the inexplicable grief and anger. I started to convince myself to face reality and think about what I would have done if it were many years ago. Actually, there were solutions to this problem. For example, I could devise a perfect murder plan to eliminate the traitor, or I could run away with my sister, or even if all else failed, I could fight tooth and nail to get into a university in Japan. These weren't impossible if I took action. But I never thought about it. I hadn't even seriously planned my sister and my future until the traitor discovered it. I started to re-evaluate myself. My once confident, unrestrained, and courageous nature had been slowly replaced by weakness, cowardice, and timidity. In the end, I was just an ordinary citizen among the masses. Even though I was unwilling for my relationship with my sister to not last, I imagined that years later I might tell my son, "Your dad had a passionate love affair back then," and then my son would ask, "Why wasn't that woman my mom?" I'd probably lose all face then.
I checked the time; it was already 11 o'clock. I took out the gift for my sister from the drawer—some samples of our photos taken at the wedding dress shop and a bunch of random, expensive Chinese herbs. I knew my sister liked to make her own soup, and I'd heard that good Chinese herbs in Japan were incredibly expensive. She'd have to take care of herself from now on, so it was good to have some on hand. My mind went blank. Looking at the paper on the table, I suddenly realized I'd never written a love letter to the person I loved most. Although it was a very old-fashioned thing, I picked up a pen and started writing. Like everyone else, I felt like I wanted to write everything down, but I ended up rambling on and on, not saying anything clear. Frustrated, I crumpled the paper into a ball, lit a cigarette, and started spacing out. People outside were already calling out for lunch. I checked the time; it was already 11:30. There wasn't enough time to write anything. I packed my things, left the company, and headed straight for the airport.

At the international departures area of the international airport, I saw my sister, her classmates, the traitor, and my sister's parents. I hesitated for a moment. I was mentally prepared for this situation, but I couldn't bring myself to be shameless. I stood at a distance for a moment and told myself, "If you don't go and say goodbye to my sister in person today, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." With that thought, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, opened them, focused my gaze on my sister, and walked towards her and her group with the calmest steps. The traitor had clearly anticipated my arrival. He didn't say much, just looked at me with a cold smile. I ignored him and went straight to my sister, handing her the things. My sister didn't say anything, just looked around nervously. Her classmates hadn't expected me to show up. The ugly girl who had spoken to me earlier even said, oblivious to the situation, "Hey, what brings you here?" I gently leaned close to my sister's ear and said, "Take care of yourself. I'll miss you." Then I turned and walked away. I heard my sister call out "Xiao Yi" loudly behind me. I turned around, and my sister was standing there with the things in her hands, tears streaming down her face. With the last of my strength, I managed a smile, ignoring the traitor's ugly face, which looked like a swollen pig's head. I managed to blow a kiss to my sister, then ran downstairs and into a taxi. After telling the driver my destination, I looked back at the airport terminal receding into the distance before letting the tears fall. The car radio was playing Jay Chou's "Nunchucks," and I was crying as I quietly followed along, saying "ho-ha-hi-ho, use nunchucks!" until the end. I told the driver, "Sir, let's go to Yashow Clothing Market first." The driver smiled and said, "Go buy clothes?" I said, "No, I want to go upstairs to buy a nunchuck."

By November, I had recovered and was beginning to truly accept the reality that my sister was gone. Life was starting to return to normal, except that I had temporarily given up my bad habit of chasing girls and started living a very structured life. I didn't think this fleeting relationship had caused me any harm. I kept telling myself that it was a precious treasure in my life, something I could never have had without God's blessing. I don't know if I'll ever fall in love again, but Halen has already secured her place as my first love in my heart. I put our wedding photos up like posters next to my computer and kept a pretty little copy in my wallet, imagining how happy she would be when I showed her my wallet when we met again. In addition, I was finally praised by everyone for starting to check my email regularly, because I check it twice a day, hoping for news from my sister. For so many days, she's been like a lost pigeon, with no news at all. I think that maybe the more this continues, the happier I'll be to receive news from her someday.

That evening, after a day of studying English, I was dizzy and exhausted. Remembering it was a holiday, I thought I should go out and relax. But where to go? I didn't want to go to a bar; that would only make me feel more lonely, and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on watching pirated DVDs anyway. I realized I hadn't played games in a long time. All the internet cafes in Beijing were closed due to the arson incident involving middle school students, so CS was out of the question. But there was still an arcade in Xiaoxitian that should be open. That's where I'll go. I made my decision after leaving McDonald's, munching on an Apple Pie. The holiday lights flashed past the car window like red shooting stars. I smiled bitterly, thinking that if my sister hadn't left, she'd probably be spending the day with the traitors, and I'd still be alone. I paid the fare and resolutely entered this paradise for those under 20, bought 50 yuan worth of game tokens, and started trying to find some fun. After all, I'm almost 30, and many new games don't work anymore. Back in college, I could easily beat people in Street Fighter, making them both angry and broke. Now, I'm often being toyed with by high school kids 10 years younger than me. When I practice Tekken 4 with them, I often manage to land a few hard hits, only to be used as a sitting duck to show off my special moves. It's so embarrassing, and I'm getting annoyed. I thought to myself, "I may not be good, but I still have some money, so I'll just stay put. Go ahead and try to drain my wallet." My 50 yuan was gone in no time. As I got up to buy more game tokens, my phone rang. It was another unfamiliar number. When I answered, it was a girl. Her first words were, "Handsome guy!" "Where are you?" I was taken aback and asked, "Who are you?" The other person said, "Guess." I said fiercely, "This old man is short of kidneys today and doesn't want to call any pretty girls. If you want to do business, find someone else." The other person was so angry that they couldn't speak, and kept saying "you" over and over on the other end of the phone. I said, "Miss, stop with the 'you,' who are you?" The other person said, laughing and crying, "I'm Xiao Ke's classmate. We've met before." I remembered, it should be my sister's ugly classmate. I said, "Oh, it's you. What's up?" She said, "You have to treat me to dinner first. Xiao Ke has something for me to give you." I immediately said, "Where are you? I'll come pick you up. A meal is nothing. I'll treat you to seafood." The other person chuckled and said, "Okay, Gongti, Boiling Fish Village, boiled fish."

When I arrived, Ugly Girl was already seated and had ordered a fish weighing over two pounds. As soon as I sat down, I said, "Give it to me." Ugly Girl said, "Don't rush, I'll give it to you after I pay." I said, "Of course, I never bully weak women, give it to me first." Ugly Girl gave me a small, tightly wrapped box, saying, "Take it home and look at it slowly." I took a sip of my Coke and asked Ugly Girl, "Did Xiao Ke email you?" Ugly Girl said, "No, I sent her two emails, but she hasn't replied." I slumped back in my chair, feeling dejected. Ugly Girl said, "I should have given it to you the day you dropped her off, but you ran away..." "Too fast," I said, adding that the company was especially busy before the holiday. I thanked her profusely and asked, "By the way, what happened after I left that day?" Ugly Girl glared at me and said, "What else could happen? She cried until she boarded the plane." I asked, "What about her husband?" Ugly Girl pouted and said, "He's just like that, always with a stern face and never saying a word." "By the way," I said, "Xiao Ke told me everything about you and her." I looked up at Ugly Girl and asked, "So, do you think I hurt her?" Ugly Girl, her mouth full of fish-like words, swallowed hard as she said, "I used to think you were really slick, but after hearing what she said about you two, I absolutely support..." "You're with her?" I chuckled twice and said, "You're not just comforting me because of this boiled fish, are you?" The ugly girl took a big gulp of cola and said, "You don't really know Xiao Ke. She's very weak-willed. Actually, she wanted to be with you no matter what, but her husband and she'd been together for three years. And she finds it very hard to say no. When her husband was pursuing her, she didn't really want to agree, but she still went along with it in the end. You definitely didn't put pressure on her, otherwise she might have eloped with you." I said, "Now that she's gone, you're telling me all this nonsense." What's the use now? At least I have to wait for her to come back. Ugly Girl sneered and said, "Come back? You don't know, do you? Her husband is immigrating to Japan. When she comes back, she'll be carrying the child." My ears rang, and I felt a darkness before my eyes. The last bit of hope, or rather, the last bit of fantasy, was completely shattered. My sister and I were really over. I didn't hear anything else Ugly Girl said. In the end, I only vaguely heard her say, "Hey, don't be sad. You haven't paid the bill yet. I don't have any money on me."

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