Me (middle)

Lesbi's nagging really put me in a bad mood; I felt she loved Ivory more than me. Dejected, I returned to the lab to continue my tedious coding struggle. That shameful Ivory—she disappears by nightfall, probably off to meet some beautiful girl for a kiss. Sometime later, the familiar sound of a piano rang out again. Everyone has their own style of playing, and their own unique touch; I can immediately recognize who's playing. So I tiptoed to the next practice room, and waited until she finished playing her familiar Petraka sonnet before gently continuing with the Phantom of the Opera, letting her know I was there. This time, I played my own accompaniment; perhaps because of my bad mood, the accompaniment made the whole piece sound very melancholic, and the tempo was much slower than normal. The girl in the next room was also playing the same piece with me, but she changed the accompaniment to a mandolin, making it a four-hand duet. I could tell she knew I was a little sad, and wanted to help me, but was also a little helpless. Then she played Schiller's "Ode to Joy," perhaps hoping to cheer me up! So every night, I would go there on time, hiding in the music room next to that mysterious woman's, and we would chat about everything under the sun through music. As time went by, we became more and more familiar, sometimes playing four-hand duets together, which was truly a joy. But we both tacitly avoided each other. Occasionally, I would have some mischievous thoughts, like playing pieces like "Think of Me" (from Weber's "The Phantom of the Opera"), telling her to remember to think of me. Time flies, and another week has passed in the blink of an eye. The project needs to report its progress to the teachers, but that hateful Ivory and I are constantly bickering, and the progress is practically zero. Ivory, seeing that she was about to be scolded, stayed in the lab a little later, around 7 pm, looking restless and constantly trying to run out. "Hey sis, please have mercy! We have a report tomorrow, how are we going to talk to the teacher?" "Just say you can't write the program." "If you don't input the music into the computer, I can't do anything!" "It's better than a lone man and woman alone in a room at night! If you're not happy, input the sheet music yourself and arrange the orchestra yourself." She tossed her long hair and went back inside. It was chilly, quite nice! A little while later, my beloved Lesbi was about to call my dorm, so I left behind a pile of unfinished work and ran back to my dorm to wait for the call. I didn't want her to know I was working on a project with her girlfriend, so I didn't give her the lab's extension number. To answer her call, I had no choice but to resign myself to running back to my dorm. Listening to her animatedly recount her study abroad experiences and her girlfriend's antics with that big idiot, it was past ten o'clock before I knew it. After hanging up, I rushed back to the practice room for our date. But strangely, the girl who usually plays the piano with me didn't show up. The entire department building was deserted; not a soul in sight. "She probably isn't coming!" I thought, sitting listlessly in the practice room, repeatedly playing Liszt's *La Campanella*, planning to embarrass her when she arrived. "Junior, you're in such a good mood! You haven't even turned on the lights..." The practice room door was suddenly pushed open, startling me. "I'm a guy!" I blurted out. It was a girl with a round face, who was also startled: "Oh dear... I'm so sorry, I thought you were my junior! Only she in our department can play this piece." "Right, I'm not from your department." "Then what are you doing here?" "I'm here to help Professor Zhang with a project." "Oh, I see. Play a couple more pieces for me to hear." "Then be quiet and don't scare me." "Relax, relax..." She nodded frantically, putting her index finger to her lips and making a "shh" gesture to signal people to be quiet. After randomly playing a few pieces, the familiar Petraka drifted from the next practice room. "Junior, junior, I've met someone who can compete with you!" she exclaimed, jumping up and running to the next room, disappearing like the wind. So the two of them chatted quietly in another room. Finally, she arrived. To be honest, I missed the girl who used to play the piano with me. Soon it quieted down again, and we started chatting as usual. Perhaps because her senior was sitting next to her, the piano playing was a bit off. I was replaying "La Campanella," wanting to tease her. "No way..." one girl said. "Go check it out..." another girl said. "You're so shy." "No way, or I'll tickle you!" "Wow~~" Like a mountain collapsing and a tree falling, my room door was pushed open, and the round-faced senior carrying her precious junior burst in. "What? It's you?" The second hand of the clock I bought from Liszt suddenly broke. "What? It's you again?" "Eh... You two haven't met before? You're lying to me~~ So shy..." The round-faced senior looked innocent, blinking her dreamy eyes like someone from a shoujo manga. "Hehehe... Well, I won't disturb your lovey-dovey time~~" The round-faced senior disappeared like the wind. "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, la! la! la!" The round-faced senior's singing echoed in the corridor, fading into the distance. "Sigh, it's you, what a disappointment... tsk tsk tsk..." "Hey, turns out you're a big idiot, what a disappointment..." She chuckled. I'd known Ivory for so long, and this was the first time I'd seen her smile. "You play the piano really well! It's impressive." "You're not bad either. Aren't you studying computer science? How come you play so well?" "Sigh..." Like something out of an eight o'clock soap opera, I sighed softly, "Let me tell you, it's all my fault for choosing the wrong mother and being born into the wrong family—a music teacher's family..." I grumbled, recounting my childhood tragedy once more. The next day at the meeting, I didn't argue with Ivory anymore. I decided to be straightforward and told the two teachers that my program had some bugs, causing delays. Ivory's hostility towards me lessened considerably; at least when we were together in the lab, we'd talk occasionally. Unlike before, when she ignored me all day, making me incredibly bored. After learning Ivory's secret, the round-faced senior would frequently come to the lab, grinding her teeth as she watched for any bigger gossip between me and Ivory. The day flew by, and it was time for our evening chat. Ivory arrived on time again, and we each sat in our own practice rooms, playing as if nothing was wrong. "Do we need to sit in separate rooms?" I knocked on the wall and asked Ivory. She didn't answer. So I went out, opened her door, and sat down to her left. "You know, you're the only one who would specifically play the piano for me." "And you're the only one who would chat with me using the piano." I smiled at her. "Want to play a piece together?" "Sure... which piece would you like..." I thought of Weber's *Evita*. "How about *Immediately Good for You*?" "Hmm, I really like that piece too..." It's a duet, which makes it more fun; I can play the male role, and she can play the female role. In the opera, it's the dialogue that Madame Evita sings when she first meets the male lead. The Latin-style melody is full of romance and fantasy. The original piece cleverly uses timpani, much like the heart-fluttering feeling of love at first sight. I used the bass line of the piano very softly to simulate this emotion. Listening to the notes of fantasy and longing, and smelling the faint scent of her perfume, I felt like I was in a dream. Every touch of the keys, every sound, stirred ripples in my heart. People are reciprocal; when I felt like I was falling into a dream, I suppose she felt the same way. After playing the last phrase, she covered her face, turned around, and stormed out the door, leaving me awkwardly sitting in my chair. <17> The next day, I saw Ivory looking listless and not saying much, as if she was in a bad mood. "Did I make you angry yesterday?" I asked timidly. She shook her head, biting her lip so hard it almost bled: "Why did you have to be born a boy..." "What can I do? My mom's belly is strong! If she wants to give birth to a boy, there's nothing I can do!" I tried to cheer her up. It's strange, isn't her dad a man? She remained silent. "Is some boy bullying you? I'll beat him up for you." I quickly rolled up my sleeves, making a gesture as if I was about to punch someone. "You wouldn't understand." "Maybe..." I walked to the digital piano, turned it on, "Well, I'll play for you, and you can tell me slowly." I started with Chopin's Ballade No. 2. "Let me tell you, my dad is very rich..." It turned out that Ivory's mother used to work in a factory. Because she was very beautiful, she was taken as a mistress by the factory owner and had two children. Ivory's father, however, inherited the factory business by marrying into the family, so he resolutely refused to divorce. I heard her father's family was incredibly wealthy; they owned an entire street of land in Taichung City. At first, her father would send money regularly, but later he took another mistress and stopped sending any money at all. For a long time, her mother relied on odd jobs to make ends meet, and the family became very poor. She had an older brother, and they had hoped that when he grew up...She could earn money to help support the family. But her brother became addicted to gambling. Sometimes when he lost, he would come home demanding money, and if he didn't get it, he would beat their mother. Sometimes when she tried to break up the fights, she would get injured. Eventually, their mother fell ill and couldn't earn any more money. Her brother, however, had accumulated gambling debts with underground money lenders and even started plotting to sell her for prostitution. "How awful! How could there be such a person?! And then what happened?" I asked, a little worried. "Don't ask anymore, okay?" Tears streamed down her face. I handed her a box of tissues: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you these things." Not knowing how to comfort her, I went outside to smoke a cigarette. After thinking for a moment, I slipped into the charity store and bought a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates. "Have a couple of Ferrero Rochers..." I smiled and handed her the chocolates. "Thank you..." She had stopped crying and picked up a Ferrero Rocher like a little kitten. Then I got back to writing my program, not knowing what to say. I bought two bento boxes at noon and we ate together in the lab. "By the way, what do you think of my senior?" she asked, taking a bite of rice. "She's pretty good, very cheerful! And not bad-looking either, I bet she has a lot of admirers!" The round-faced senior was quite pretty, with delicate features. "By the way, starting today I'm going to work part-time as a pianist at a piano bar to earn some living expenses. Want to come and support me with my senior? I might not have time to play the piano with you anymore..." "Uh?! Tell me the truth, is your senior up to something again?" "No, I swear, absolutely not." "How about I ask my roommate to come too..." "Sure..." Without saying another word, I called back to the dorm and told Qian to get ready, we were going to the piano bar that night. Finally, I had something to report back to. This time, I had to make sure Qian could snag Ivory, I thought to myself. Ivory then called and made plans too. Everyone decided to meet at the school gate at 9:30 PM, and the round-faced senior girl would drive them there. As soon as we got back to the dorm in the evening, Qian greeted us with a big smile. Qian: "You're amazing, you managed to get a date with a girl." "Do me a favor, everyone's playing video games all day, how could I possibly pick up a girl?" Qian: "Tell me, are those two girls pretty?" "One's super hot, long hair, she's gorgeous!" Qian: "How's her figure? Is she hot?" "Don't worry, don't worry, she's definitely hot, didn't I tell you that's the one I worked on the project with!" Qian: "Uh? I forgot, how big? This big? Or this big?" He gestured with his hand over his chest. "This big?" I drew a watermelon with my hand. Qian: "Ugh~~" The two of us started discussing our grand plan to overthrow the Qing dynasty and restore the Ming dynasty, without any rhyme or reason. Qian kept asking what clothes to wear to look handsome. It was around 9:30, but Qian was in such a hurry to drag me out the door. We waited for a while at the school gate before the round-faced senior drove up with Ivory. Qian and I sat in the back, so we couldn't see what the people in the front looked like. I gave a brief introduction of the four of us, while Qian kept looking around, trying to get a good look at the two girls in the front. The round-faced senior, true to her noisy nature, kept talking the whole way. Qian wasn't going to be outdone, constantly chiming in. Ivory and I were quite quiet. Soon, we arrived at our destination, and upon closer inspection of the sign, it was "Piano Club"! 'Oh my god, I can't afford a hotel.' I only had three thousand yuan on me, and those 'business clubs' were practically synonymous with 'expensive'. Qian: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I brought extra." Senior: "Oh dear, a beautiful young lady like me, sitting inside, won't I...?" She glanced at Qian and me: "Won't someone do something to me...?" Qian: "I swear I didn't bring any weird drugs with me!" Ivory: "Let's go, I still need to change." She carried a bag of clothes and hurried into the store. Don't assume that a place with a piano is more upscale. Walking into the store, the same smoky atmosphere, the same cheap air freshener smell, even the piano music sounded cheap. The young master led us to our seats, and Ivory went to the changing room. The madam came running over with a smile, asking if we had a favorite lady. Scenes from when I was a young master in a hotel flashed before my eyes. The smiling madam, this time she encountered a stingy country bumpkin. The same small talk, the same lighting of cigarettes for the customers, even the smile and the way she covered her mouth were the same. The young masters entered in the same order, served side dishes and towels, each glancing at us to see who had cash. A moment later, two flamboyant young women arrived, brazenly sitting down beside us, calling us "boss" this and "boss" that. Compared to my senior and Ivory, these two were truly unattractive. I couldn't understand how I ever thought that bar hostesses were prettier than respectable women. "Brother Qian~~ come on, have a drink..." one of the women hooked her arm around Qian's neck. "Brother Sam~~" another was calling me too... Oh my god! Chicken skin fell to the ground. Familiar piano music began, and Ivory entered. A sidelong glance revealed a woman in black, the same cold and beautiful woman, just in a different hotel. "Distinguished guests, for the next hour, I, Night Shadow, will be serving you..." Ivory's sweet voice came through the loudspeaker. A sudden boom went through my mind, and a glass clattered to the ground. <18> The waitress was busy cleaning up the broken glasses, and my mind was a complete mess. We'd known each other for so long, and I hadn't guessed Ivory was Nightshade. Qian: "Sam, you're drunk after just two drinks?" Senior: "No way, look at him, not even red in the face or out of breath, how could he be drunk?" "It's nothing, my hand slipped." The waitress: "Brother Sam~~ were you scared by a beautiful woman? So shy..." I tried to clear my jumbled thoughts. How could I not recognize her? Maybe it was because the hotel lighting was always dim, making it hard for me to remember Nightshade's face; maybe it was because she was so annoying, I simply ignored her at the time. Thinking about it again, I couldn't even remember what those young masters I was close to looked like anymore. But what truly made me uneasy was what Ivory had said that morning. Her brother wanted to sell her, and she wouldn't say what happened afterward. But the fact that she had become a hostess was undeniable. Ivory continued playing her bland pop tunes, and customers would occasionally come up to request songs. The large wine glass on the piano, meant for tips, was soon overflowing with colorful bills. Lost in thought, I ignored the two women beside me. After their efforts were in vain, they shifted their attention to Qian. Perhaps it was just pity, a feeling that Ivory was pitiful. They wondered if she had truly been sold into prostitution, imagining her beautiful body being pressed down on a bed by a bloated, obese man… A strange heartache pierced my soul like a needle. "What troubles my heart is the many worries of yesterday." I couldn't sit any longer; Ivory's normally elegant and flawless piano playing sounded so jarring. I tossed three thousand dollars to Qian, feigning a headache, and left. Penniless, I walked alone from the city center back to school, hoping the cool night breeze would clear my head. "Young man, come sit down, come have some tea!" a pimp outside the barbershop shouted. I pulled out my empty pockets and walked on with a wry smile. Thinking about Ivory's various misdeeds along the way, I increasingly understood her hostility towards men. Men, oh men, they'll do anything for money and sex. Perhaps lost in thought, or perhaps too tired from walking, I twisted my ankle in front of a betel nut stand. The two girls inside, seeing my clumsy appearance, laughed so hard their makeup fell to the ground. Two yellow teeth—they chew betel nuts too. I clutched my ankle, sat on the ground, thankfully it wasn't serious, and I should be able to walk back after a rest. The neon lights of the betel nut stand were blindingly bright. I looked at my watch against the light; it was midnight. Everyone must have gone back to their dorms by now. Dragging my feet, I headed towards the school. "Hiss!" I heard the sound of emergency brakes. Looking back, I saw the girls from the betel nut stand, all dressed up, running out, waving and trying to sell more betel nuts. Turning around, the school was less than a kilometer away, yet it felt incredibly far. Footsteps hurried up from behind. "Sam, are you alright?" A warm hand supported me. Looking to my left, I saw Ivory. "I'm fine." "Let's take a ride back together... um?" "No, I can still walk. I want some peace and quiet." She waved goodbye, indicating that the senior should take Qian back first. The car drove off, and I could vaguely hear the round-faced senior and Qian flirting. "Why did you leave first?" "I'm not used to it, so I left first." I shook my twisted left ankle; it didn't seem to hurt much anymore. I gently took her hand from my shoulder and placed it in my left hand. We walked back to school in silence, hand in hand. The artificial lake reflected the streetlights, the gentle ripples like ripples of thought. "So beautiful." I stopped by the lake. "Yes," she said, gazing intently. The two sat on the grass, she was still wearing that black dress. The streetlights shone on her, she looked so beautiful. "Are you Night Shadow?" "Yes, music of the night, do you remember?" "I remember." "What's wrong?" I took a breath, gathering my thoughts: "You worked at a hotel, didn't you?" "How did you know?" Her hand gripped mine tightly. So I briefly told her about working at the hotel. "Won't you look down on me?" She cried, her tears like dewdrops on a rose. I shook my head violently: "I... my heart...""I love you." Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down my face. She hugged me. "You...really..." I couldn't say it. "Silly child..." She stroked my hair, "Such a silly child..." I kissed her without thinking. Ah, my beloved Lesbi, I'm so sorry. A voice calling from the depths of my heart...〈19〉 It was pity, love, or affection, I couldn't tell anymore. I held her tightly. This was the first time my emotions had surged, a desire to completely possess a woman. I wanted to possess her, to possess her heart, her love, and her past. "Sam...don't cry...I'm not worth your tears." "You are...you are!" So many words I wanted to say to her. But I couldn't say them, and I didn't know where to begin. Fish in the lake leaped out of the water, splashing water everywhere. The summer night was like water, a gentle breeze brought a cool breeze. "It's cold, let me take you home." She shook her head: "I don't want to go back... stay with me a little longer, okay?" "Okay, then, I'll play the piano for you, okay?" I stood up and pulled her up with both hands. We walked side-by-side towards the department building, like lovers in the throes of passion. The department building had a small concert hall with a grand piano. The chair was only big enough for one person. I didn't turn on the lights, letting the moonlight spill freely onto the floor. I led her to the piano, lifted her onto the platform, and helped her take off her shoes and sit down. I wanted to watch her play, just for her. She bent her knees, her hands wrapped around them. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her, making her look like a fairy in musical notes. I played her piece, and my piece. From our first encounter in the music room, I played about the sorrow of her past, my tenderness for her, and my boundless love. "You Must Love Me" (from Weber's opera Evita). I don't know where the courage came from, but I wanted to say those words to her. In the original play, this is the song Evita sang to Perron before her death, filled with boundless sorrow and tender love. "Where do we go from here?" I sang softly. "This isn't where we intended to be." "We had it all, you believed in me, I believed in you." "Certainties disappear." "What do we do for our dream to survive, how do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do?" "Deep in my heart, I'm contemplating things that are longing to say." "Scared to confess what I feel frightened you'll slip away.""You must love me..." "You must love me..." She actually sang the last line with me. The piano music lingered, never fading away. I couldn't believe she would sing that line to me. "Do you...like me?" The vows still echoed in my ears, yet my heart betrayed Lesbian. "I..." she said, reaching out to play the "do" key. "I..." I thought for a moment, she meant "I..." What about me? "Ido"—that means "I do"? "Me..." I played the second (two) key... She paused, then took my hand and stroked her burning cheek. Our faces drew closer and closer until our lips met in a passionate kiss. With a "bang," I slammed the piano lid shut, the sound echoing. The distance between our bodies grew closer and closer, and before we knew it, we were kissing on the piano. No matter what had happened to her before, her body remained so pure and flawless in my eyes, as pure and transparent as the music she played. I only dared to hold her and kiss her, but dared not have any fantasies, afraid of desecrating her pure emotions. "Do you think I'm rotten?" I shook my head. "Do you think I'm cheap?" 'Why do you say that?' "Every man wants to sleep with me, why don't you touch me?" 'You don't understand…' I weakly pounded on the piano lid: 'Because I love you…' "I'm sorry…" 'Shall we just let things take their course?' "Mmm." She blinked her bright eyes and nodded. A hand, however, quietly brushed past my hair, ear, and neck, the tip of her index finger hooking the collar of my shirt, the touch like down feathers gliding across it, arousing desire. Her fingers, like fairies, danced a summer night's dance on my body. Her thumb traced a circle on her forefinger, and with a "pop," the first button defiantly slipped from its post; with another "pop," the second button, bewitched by her fingers, also deserted. Her fingers were soft and supple, like caressing me, yet almost weightless. The dancing fairy suddenly disappeared into my shirt, changing stages, settling on my chest. So hot, so hot, a tingling current coursed through my chest with the fairy's dance. "Oh..." I murmured, wanting to sit in the electric chair of desire, a muffled moan escaping my lips. I gently tried to place my hand on her chest, but I hesitated, as if suffocating. In vain, I clenched my fist and placed it between her breasts. She gently pushed me away, sat up, and tossed her hair. She took my hand, placed it behind her back, on her zipper, and slid it down. I sat up, my hands guided by her, and removed her dress. The night was dark, the piano dark, the moonlight reflecting off her snow-white skin, so bright I could barely open my eyes. The black dress and black lingerie lay scattered on the floor. I stared, mesmerized. "I like you…" "Mmm…" "I really like you so much…" "Me too…" "So…" she gasped, "So… I want…" I wanted it too. That feeling wasn't just about releasing desire, but a longing, a yearning for our hearts and bodies to be intimately united. I buried my face in her chest, kissing her passionately. The blush on her breasts hardened little by little under my tongue. Her hands didn't stop. Looking down, I saw my clothes lying on top of her dress. One, two, three, four… Inadvertently, our most intimate place touched—so smooth, so warm. "Can I really do this? Can I really do this?" "I kept asking myself the same question. I wanted to go in, but I didn't dare; would that hard-won feeling be destroyed by excessive intimacy? I didn't know. Every time we made an unintentional touch, her fingers on my back would tighten. A burning sensation came from my groin; the unintentional contact made my desire linger in the small depression before my paradise. Pushing forward a little, the heat intensified, and her fingers gripped even tighter. Pushing further forward, I felt her tightly clenched folds being gradually opened by me. 'So tight…' Though the flow was gentle, it wasn't easy to enter. The nest of desire struggled against the intrusion. 'Will it hurt?' I asked, looking at her furrowed brows. She shook her head vigorously. Finally, I was completely inside her. I stopped, kissing her, a feeling of love, a fusion of the two of us, swirling in my heart." The private passageway in the Peach Blossom Spring trembled intermittently. It gripped the intruder, then released him; gripped him, then released him. "Oh..." she breathed softly, opening her eyes to gaze at me tenderly. The feeling was blissful and sweet. 'I want to possess her, I want to possess her,' I told myself again and again. Thrusting in and out, from gentle to frenzied. The piano stand beneath her back thumped, the strings resonating with a humming sound. I curled her knees, pressing them against my chest. I pulled gently, yet thrust deeply, reaching the deepest point. "Ah..." she cried out, unable to hold back any longer. A surge of heat flowed from the depths of the Peach Blossom Spring, while I, pressing against the entrance of her life-giving temple, ejaculated waves of molten passion, endless and boundless. We embraced, panting. I stroked her hair, looking at her, so happy! I love you, Ivory. <20> Passion, so intense it was impossible to dissipate. Her snow-white legs were wrapped around my waist, unwilling to let go for a long time. Gently caressing her thighs, long and shapely, without a single flaw. My greedy gaze lingered, unable to leave. Her beautiful thighs rose higher, forming a perfect arc with her serpentine waist. Greedily looking up, moonlight spilled onto her full breasts, two small blushes, making the room look exquisite. That was the place that so many men dreamt of! Her slender neck connected to men's dreams, with her angelic face. Her delicate chin and slightly moist lips were where my passion lingered. A few beads of sweat on her small nose shimmered in the moonlight. Her deep, bright eyes seemed to speak, hiding deep affection. Her long hair, bathed in moonlight, cascaded down the edge of the piano stand like a waterfall. Her hands stretched out, following the direction of the waterfall, curving away from the piano. What a beautiful scene, like a fairy arriving on moonlight, fluttering her silvery-white wings. "Sam..." she said shyly, "Please listen to my Petraka!" The fairy left the piano, and I leaned on the piano stand, my hands under my chin, watching the captivating figure as I sat in the concert chair. Dreamlike sonnets drifted from the black and white keys. Each string vibrated in the piano beneath my body, telling verses from the dark night. She loved me; her verses reached her heart. She couldn't help but pull me down from the piano stand and walk behind her. My loving hands slid down her soft, long hair that fell to her chest, across her face, her breasts, and down... The music, clear and transparent, became unrestrained, passionate, and thirsty with the movement of my hands. Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed. The angel of the dark night transformed into a seductive enchantress. My surging desires were rekindled… When I returned to the dormitory, it was almost dawn. Qian was sleeping terribly, his legs stretched out crookedly outside the blanket, snoring deafeningly, occasionally uttering a few mumbled words in his sleep. Lying on the bed, I could still faintly smell Ivory's lingering scent on me. It was a scent that evoked longing, a scent that evoked tenderness, lingering in my mind, impossible to dispel. I thought of Lesbi; being with her was like basking in the warm winter sun, a happiness tinged with peace. Then I thought of Ivory, like transparent crystal, a tenderness I could never forget. With Lesbi, I could talk about anything; joy and sorrow could both find refuge in her embrace. With Ivory, just playing the piano with her was enough to touch my heartstrings, bringing immense joy. The two women held different weights in my heart, I couldn't tell which was more important. As I drifted off to sleep, it seemed as if they were holding hands, playing with me in my dreams. After I got up, Qian was all gossipy, wanting to find out if I'd had any romantic encounters yesterday. Qian: "Come on, tell me honestly, where did you go yesterday?" "Nothing much, I took her back to her dorm, then went to the lab to write some code." Qian: "Really? Hmm? Your nose seems to have gotten longer!" "Really...tsk...were you interested in those two yesterday?" Qian: "To be honest, Ivory is really hot, I don't know if I have a chance." Actually, he had no chance at all. "Go find the round-faced senior, she's less conspicuous. There are so few women on campus, if you're walking with Ivory, you might get stabbed to death by other men." Qian: "Walking with a lesbian, you won't die any slower!" "By the way, remember I told you not to reveal I have a girlfriend, okay?" "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't even talk in my sleep!" Qian: "Okay, but it depends on whether she agrees to a date." After giving these instructions, he ran to the lab, eager to see Ivory. In the lab, besides Ivory, there was a round-faced senior and a male senior, gossiping about what happened at the piano bar the day before. Contrary to expectations, she was cold and aloof, as if the passion of the previous night had never existed. Senior: "You don't know, those men were staring at her, their saliva practically soaked the piano bar...""r drowned." He glanced at Ivory, looking like only he was good enough for her. "Thanks, I'm not that good." I remained silent, burying myself in my programming, a little annoyed. Ivory barely acknowledged me. Senior: "Junior, do you want me to help you with chords? I'm pretty good at music theory!" "Thanks, I'll let you know if I need it." Senior: "That's right, our Ivory wouldn't fall for a shallow man..." She reached out and pinched Ivory's cheek, glancing sideways at the senior, then glared at me, sticking out her tongue. Senior: "Let's eat together at noon, it's on me." He said he was treating everyone, but it was Ivory who was the one being treated. Senior: "Yay~~Yay~~Yay~~" "I'm not hungry, you guys go eat..." Senior: "Um... do you want me to bring you lunch?" He really hit the nail on the head. "No, thank you." Senior: "Come on, let's go together..." She grabbed Ivory. "I'm really not hungry." Senior: "Sam, want to eat together?" I turned around and pointed to my bulging backpack: "There's bread in there." Senior: "Then let's go first~" She drew out the last syllable and stuck her tongue out at me when no one was looking. The seniors went out together, and their playful noises grew farther and farther away. "Are you angry with me?" I turned around and looked at Ivory. I saw her tiptoe over, hug me tightly, and kiss me. "Silly boy, it's not convenient with so many people around..." Ivory is so different in front of others and behind my back. She sat on my lap, her arms around my neck. "Sam... I missed you..." "Me too..." I hurriedly kissed her back, and she gently pinched my cheek. "I have something to tell you, don't be angry..." "What is it? Tell me..." I hugged her waist. "I don't want anyone at school to know I have a boyfriend..." "Oh? Why?" "I just don't want to!" "Tsk...you have other boyfriends?" "No," she looked at me seriously, "you're my first boyfriend." I tilted my head and thought about it. That's right, she only has girlfriends. Thinking about it again, I realized I was her first boyfriend, and I couldn't help but feel a little proud. Thinking about it again, then she lost her virginity before...could it really have been forced? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing, just thinking about how pretty you are..." "Liar!" I got a tap on the head. "Hehe..." It was my turn to stick out my tongue. "Then...you have to promise me you won't see other women...you're my only man..." I suddenly thought of Lesbi, wondering how she was doing in England? I gasped, "Don't worry, don't worry...you're so beautiful, what woman can compare to you..." I said a little guiltily. "Good to know!" "Then if I see you walking with someone else at school in the future, I'll stay far away from you." The two chatted for a while, leaving her face covered in kisses, before quickly pretending nothing had happened and returning to their seats upon hearing footsteps. The senior students returned with lunchboxes, and the four of them ate in the lab. Where the senior was, there was never a dull moment. I began to contemplate the future with the two women I loved. I had originally wanted to give up on Lesbi and only be with Ivory, but I couldn't bear to part with Lesbi. Now, Ivory said that relationships couldn't be public at school, clearly worried about Lesbi finding out. To be honest, two-timing was against my conscience; but thinking about it another way, weren't they both already with other women? I hadn't wronged them. Since they wanted to hide their relationships with me, it seemed that as long as they were careful, they shouldn't get caught. Even if they were caught, they should be easy to reason with. The more I thought about it, the more smug I became, seemingly on the verge of success, a satisfied smile creeping onto my lips. <21> "So everyone's been hiding here." A loud voice rang out from outside the door. Senior: "Qiangqiang~~ You're here too, have you eaten yet~~" The round-faced senior's voice trailed off in a rather intimidating way. A dark-skinned, muscular boy walked in, a tennis racket in his hand, sweat dripping from his face. Qiang: "Hi~~" He greeted the senior with a smile, "Wenwen, you're here too~~" He waved to Ivory. Ivory's name has the character "Wen" in it, but I don't usually call her that affectionately. Hearing someone call her that, my jealousy immediately overflowed. "Hi~~" Ivory, no, no, I should say Wenwen (I'd be at a huge disadvantage if I didn't call her as affectionately as others), actually waved to him. Oh my god! A corner of the ice queen's ice cube fell off. When no one was looking, I secretly made a face at Wenwen, my mouth forming the shape of "Wenwen". The senior who had just been boasting about his theoretical composition looked like he was facing a formidable enemy when he saw him. Senior: "Look at you, you brought your body odor in here." Senior: "It's okay, it smells great~~ it smells great~~" The dreamy eyes from a shoujo manga reappeared. Qiang: "I'm so sorry, I'll go change my clothes." Even changing clothes required him to tell Wenwen, oh my god! Wen: "Forget it, it doesn't matter." The senior's eyes gleamed with jealousy, while the senior's eyes became even more dreamy. Not to mention the senior, I was also itching to get back at him. I hate these guys who rely on their looks, all show and no substance, fooling girls to death. So the five of us spent the afternoon in the lab. The round-faced senior was drooling over that athletic handsome guy. The three of us men were competing to see whose vinegar was more sour. In the evening, everyone started urging us to have dinner together. I was left alone in the lab, sulking and eating bread. The four of us had just left when Wenwen slipped back, quietly telling me to be good and not drink too much vinegar, as it's bad for my stomach. She then kissed me before leaving the lab. Maybe it's because I think she's too pretty, but I'm always a little insecure. But I'm also glad she's quite aloof with guys; perhaps that's why I managed to win her over, despite all the odds. Half an hour later, Wenwen returned alone, bringing me a chicken leg—it was really sweet. "Are you jealous?" she asked, sitting on my lap. "Uh… a little." I buried my head in her chest, a little embarrassed. "Let me tell you, no matter what other men are like, you're special. You're the kind of person who seems ordinary at first glance, but shines brightly after you get to know them." "Am I? I can't tell." "That's really true, so don't be so insecure. I like the confident Sam, the Sam who plays the piano with me…" Her words made me blush, but thankfully I hid in her chest, so no one saw. "I like you so much too! Not just your looks, but that... that feeling of tenderness, that feeling of our hearts connecting when we play the piano together." "I love watching you play, I love..." She sealed my words with her lips. After a playful kiss, we discussed it and decided to spend the rest of the summer vacation with her at her part-time job every night. Partly, I could be her backup, in case a customer requested a piece she hadn't heard before; partly, I was worried about her safety and volunteered to accompany her every day. After playing for her a few times, the hotel owner decided we should take turns working two-hour shifts, so I started earning extra income. Unfortunately, in a place mostly frequented by male customers, my tips were always less than Wenwen's. Because we had to work at night, we couldn't play the piano and kiss in the music room every day like before. She, however, would often look at me tenderly while playing, as if she were playing especially for me. Under the dim yellow light, wearing a beautiful little dress, listening to her play the piano for me was truly one of life's greatest pleasures. I felt the same way; when there were no customers requesting songs, I would think of special pieces and happily play them for Wenwen, telling her how I felt that day. Even unintentional glances exchanged seemed to ignite sparks of love. During the day, the two of us would stay in the lab working on our project, occasionally visiting some classmates; life was carefree and happy. Lesbi still called Wenwen from the lab from time to time, and I would take advantage of my evenings when I went back to the dorm to shower to answer Lesbi's calls. At first, Wenwen sounded a little guilty when talking to Lesbi. After a few days, she returned to her usual self, still acting coquettishly and intimately with me. So I couldn't guess what she was thinking. I didn't know if she intended to maintain a love triangle or if she wanted to choose between me and Lesbi. Half a month passed quickly, and my pockets were full; I had earned a small sum of money. Seeing a swarm of flies buzzing around Wenwen, I wasn't as jealous anymore, and our relationship grew stronger. With Lesbi about to return home, we discussed going on a vacation together. I calculated our budget and figured we could afford a trip to Southeast Asia, but Wenwen wasn't keen, insisting on going to Hualien. She said the seascape there was beautiful, she loved it, and there was one place she absolutely had to take me to. We rented a car and drove there, sightseeing as we went. Since I don't have a driver's license, she drove most of the time… I just sat beside her, watching her, talking to her, or admiring the scenery. The Hualien and Taitung seascapes were truly beautiful. Especially when you're with your loved one, the experience is completely different. We laughed and played our way to Hualien and checked into the CITIC Hotel. Wenwen had already made reservations before we left.She said some rooms at the CTBC Hotel had views of the Pacific Ocean, with stunning scenery. She had specifically booked a corner room on the top floor, supposedly the best view in the hotel. Their room service included late-night snacks, and she insisted on trying the pork chop noodles – guaranteed to leave you wanting more. After listening to her enthusiastic boasting for a while, my mind was already on the hotel room even before we arrived. The streets of Hualien city are narrow and winding. Unexpectedly, Wenwen found the hotel quickly. I carried the luggage, took Wenwen's hand, and we entered the hotel. The other guests and the doorman, both men and women, stared intently at her, making me feel quite proud and walking with a swagger. Entering the room, the first impression was one of elegance, not luxurious, but very clean. I slipped a hundred NT dollars to the doorman as a tip. Closing the door, we returned to our own quiet world. Wenwen was already standing by the window. I walked over and stood beside her. Looking out the window, there was a vast expanse of deep blue ocean, with a few cargo ships lying quietly on it, like a painting. A gentle breeze blew, and strands of her black hair brushed against my face. "Sam..." She hooked her arm around my shoulder, staring at me blankly, lost in thought. "Hmm?" "Do you love me?" "I love you." "Would you like to go somewhere with me?" "Of course, I'll go even to the deep fryer with you." After we packed our luggage, Wenwen drove me out and we bought some fruit and snacks in the city. She seemed to be in a very good mood, constantly exclaiming how beautiful the flowers were as we passed a flower shop. I bought her a large bouquet. She seemed to know the roads in Hualien very well, driving windingly to the small hill by the sea. The scenery along the way was extremely beautiful, but unfortunately, many new and old graves along the roadside spoiled the view. That's just how Taiwan is. Beautiful places are either filled with ugly tourist amusement parks or teeming with "ghosts" (male prostitutes). You might feel annoyed, but you can't say anything. What if a "ghost" calls me for a kiss in the middle of the night? That's a bit scary. In a place nestled between mountains and the sea, Wenwen parked the car and took my hand as we walked out. There were many small paths along the mountainside, and I kept reminding her not to step on the cute little animals along the grass. They looked adorable, but some of them could kiss you and land you in the hospital on an IV drip. Soon, we reached a small open space facing the sea, and we stood quietly together, looking at the ocean. "Sam…I really love you so much…" "Silly girl, I love you so much too!" She pondered for a while. "You must really want to know if my brother sold me after he got into gambling debts, right?" I nodded: "If talking about it will make you sad, just keep it as your secret…it's okay if I don't know." "Yes, after my brother incurred gambling debts, he couldn't pay them back and was being chased by underground money lenders. The debt collectors wanted my brother to use me as collateral to pay off the debts. I really didn't know what to do, so I ran crying to my mother for help. I never expected... after hearing about this, my mother's cancer, which had already relapsed, couldn't hold on any longer, and she was hospitalized." "I'm so sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have let her know about this." Her eyes reddened again. "It's okay..." I patted her back and then gently hugged her. "In the end... Mom... still couldn't make it... and then..." Tears streamed down her face: "That awful brother of mine, he had no filial piety even after Mom passed away. He used all of Mom's life insurance money to pay off her gambling debts. So... I escaped this disaster..." Ah... so that's how it was. "But the money's all gone, and Mom's wish can't be fulfilled... She loved the sea. When she was in the hospital, she mentioned she wanted to be buried by a sea like this after she died... So... that's why I went to work at the hotel..." 'I understand. I will love you well, forever and ever...' She slowly turned around, placing the flowers and fruit on the ground, muttering something under her breath. "Remember what you said..." She looked at me very seriously, her expression chilling. 'Don't worry, I will take good care of you.'

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