A girl named Milk Tea Girl

A girl named "Milk Tea Girl"
[First Encounter]
How did I meet "Milk Tea Girl"? For a while, due to business needs, I was taking English classes at an English tutoring center near National Cheng Kung University, two days a week. I always parked my car on Shengli Road. Later, I became familiar with the lady who charged the parking tickets. Sometimes, even if it was for two or three hours of parking, she would kindly only charge for one hour. I wasn't sure if this would cause her any trouble at work, so I told her, "Auntie, it's okay if you charge the full amount." (A side note: I'm not writing about my story with the lady who charges the tickets, please leave now.) Back
then, I liked drinking bubble tea, and I would always buy one before class. By chance, I found a "Milk Tea Girl" at a certain stall quite cute. She was around 160cm tall, slender, and pretty. She always wore her hair in a ponytail, didn't smile much, and had a cool vibe. Let's call her "Milk Tea Girl" for now!
Every week, I would buy milk tea from the "Milk Tea Girl" stall twice, always around 6:30 PM. One day, two days, a week, a month passed, and I drank countless cups of milk tea. It was pretty good, but it had nothing to do with the "Milk Tea Girl" herself; I just bought it from her stall because she was pretty.
During those one or two months, I never spoke to her, but I always showed up at her stall at the same time. Later, she seemed to remember me well. It was like we were on the same wavelength. Whenever I appeared, before I could even say anything, she would automatically make me a bubble milk tea.
Then one time, I got tired of the bubble milk tea and wanted papaya milk. I went to the "Milk Tea Girl's" stall again, and before I could even say anything, she had already prepared the bubble milk tea and handed it to me. But I really wanted to be a good person—no, wait, I wanted papaya milk!—so I shyly told her, "I want papaya milk!" The milk tea girl seemed a little embarrassed and gave me an awkward smile. It was the first time I'd ever seen her smile at me. She made me another papaya milk tea, and just as I was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and called me from behind, saying, "This milk tea is for you." I'm the introverted type, often passive and naturally lazy. When interacting with unfamiliar women, the first step is usually the most important and difficult. If the feeling is right, the relationship will naturally follow. The hardest part is often saying the right first thing.
Gradually, I started interacting with the milk tea girl. When there were fewer people around, I would initiate conversations with her. I learned that she was from Hsinchu, a senior at National Cheng Kung University with few classes, and worked there until 7 PM. She also tutored in the evenings and on weekends. She seemed like a well-behaved, kind, and self-sufficient girl.
As we got to know each other better, the "Milk Tea Girl" would proactively ask about my job, why I regularly came to buy milk tea, and other such trivial things. I also managed to get her phone number at a good opportunity. Although I rarely called her, I invited her out several times. Sometimes we'd go to Dongning Road for braised dishes, to Fuqi Feipian (a Sichuan dish), to Fuqian Road for stir-fried eel noodles, and to Jiankang Road for Opium Tapioca Balls—we tried all the local snacks. I even took her to the movies. She was like the girl next door, fresh and lovely. I never dared to cross any lines; our relationship was purely platonic. Okay, I admit I was a bit of a loser. Before I met the "Milk Tea Girl," she was already in a relationship with her senior, a year ahead of her, who was serving in the military.
Whenever we met up, we rarely talked about personal matters or deep topics. Occasionally, we'd discuss some textbook knowledge. Each time we went out, it was mostly just eating and chatting, never past midnight.
I think the "Milk Tea Girl" probably liked me quite a bit! Because she usually agreed to most of my invitations, but I felt she loved her boyfriend more. From what she said, I sensed a deep bond between them.
[Travel]
During a long weekend, I asked if she had any work and invited her to Kenting. She said she'd wait until she was sure her boyfriend wasn't on leave. A week before the weekend, we had dinner together, and she confirmed her boyfriend didn't have any days off and could travel with me. I suggested a two-day, one-night trip, staying at the Howard Plaza Hotel, and going to the Sichongxi hot springs. I'd never let her come home past midnight before, and today I was being incredibly bold with this invitation.
Upon hearing my itinerary, she immediately agreed! Sigh… I felt incredibly guilty. She trusted me so much, so innocent and guileless, and yet I had a wicked thought! Oh Buddha! Amen.
During the Lunar New Year holiday, I picked up "Milk Tea Girl" (a nickname for a young woman) near National Cheng Kung University and gave her a bottle of Guerlain Shalimar perfume. I've known her for so long, but I've never seen her wear makeup or smelled perfume before. She'll be graduating in a few months, and she'll probably need perfume for her future job! I told her this, and she smiled and accepted it.
We drove to Kenting. Since it was still early, we went to Sichongxi and randomly chose a hot spring hotel. We soaked in the public pool together. Soaking in a public pool isn't anything special; it's purely for relaxation and improving blood circulation. It turned out it was "Milk Tea Girl's" first time in a hot spring, which is understandable! For the first third of her life, she's either studying or working, rarely having leisure time, which made me want to take good care of her. Before we left, I reminded her to bring a swimsuit, but when we got to the hot spring, I realized she hadn't brought one. I asked her why, and she said she didn't have one. Hearing this made me a little sad, so I took her to the swimwear section and bought her a one-piece swimsuit.
Seeing the "Milk Tea Girl" in her swimsuit, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. She even seemed a little uncomfortable! Soaking in the hot spring, beads of sweat trickled down her nose, and her face was flushed—she looked absolutely beautiful. After a while, she said she couldn't stand it anymore, and told me not to overthink it; she was just
too hot. We rested briefly, soaked for a bit longer, and then called it a day. Feeling refreshed after the hot spring, and starving, we sped up and arrived in Kenting. Look! We were still at the intersection leading to Guanshan when we were pulled over for running a red light—how embarrassing! The "Milk Tea Girl" kept apologizing to me. I laughed and said, "What are you apologizing for?" She said, "Because I brought him to Kenting, that's why I got a ticket." I smiled and said it was okay, my impression of her kind heart deepening.
Upon arriving at the Howard Plaza Hotel, we checked into a suite with two king-size beds overlooking the sea. The decor wasn't as opulent as a motel, but it was Milk Tea Girl's first time staying in a five-star hotel, and she seemed quite curious, touching everything around. When asked where she stayed in Kenting before, she said she always slept in dormitory-style rooms, like at the Youth Activity Center or Kenting Ranch, and so on. I thought to myself, "Hmm, I stayed in those places back in my student days too." But since we were planning to travel, spending a little more money for a nicer stay didn't matter; money is just an external thing.
After settling our luggage, Milk Tea Girl and I went to another hotel, Caesars Hotel's buffet restaurant, for dinner. We both enjoyed our meal immensely. After dinner, we went to the bar area and ordered some drinks. Milk Tea Girl doesn't drink alcohol, only coffee. Accompanied by soothing music, ah, isn't this Shangri-La on earth!
After leaving Caesar Park, the two of them strolled through the crowded streets of Kenting, instantly forgetting all their worries. They happily wandered the streets, returning to Howard Plaza close to midnight. The younger brother bought a few bottles of ice-cold beer to take into the hotel. Once in the room, Milk Tea Girl asked which bed I wanted to sleep in. I said, "You choose first." Xinmian said, "I want to sleep with you." Milk Tea Girl then asked who wanted to shower first, and I jokingly said, "Can we shower together?" Milk Tea Girl paused for a moment and said, "You're not kidding, are you?" Sensing the awkward atmosphere, I quickly smoothed things over, saying, "I was just kidding!"
After Milk Tea Girl finished showering, the younger brother took a closer look. "No way!" he thought. She was wearing casual long pants and a shirt, and it seemed she was still wearing underwear. "Are you going to sleep like this? Won't it be uncomfortable?" he asked. Milk Tea Girl said it was fine, because she was sleeping in the same room as me, and she was more used to wearing it like this. Oh, right! A lone man and a lone woman in a room, I joked to myself.
After I finished showering, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. I saw Milk Tea Girl with her head down, seemingly writing something. She said she was writing a journal. I kept insisting on seeing it, and she finally gave in and let me read a few entries. The writing was quite good, and the sentiments were very profound. She was indeed a top student from the literature department. She refused to let me see what she had just written, only willing to show me a few entries that she had selected herself. I forced her to flip to the ones she had just written, and Milk Tea Girl rushed over to snatch them back. I dodged and read them at the same time. Milk Tea Girl cried in distress. I felt very embarrassed and quickly returned the journal to her, apologizing sincerely. She forgave me and smiled through her tears. However, I had only caught a glimpse of her journal from that brief moment and had already seen the general content of today's entry. She mentioned that she had a great time hanging out with someone she liked today and hoped that she could be happy like this often. A young girl's heart is always poetic, filling my heart with sweetness.
The "Milk Tea Girl" comes from a poor family and has had a difficult life. Her father has been bedridden for many years, and her mother works as a factory worker. She is the eldest daughter and has a younger sister. Although she is about to graduate from a national university, I don't know what kind of job she can find with a degree in humanities. I'm quite worried about her future.
That night, with the small light on, my younger brother treated me with respect, not daring to be presumptuous. We lay on our own beds, chatting as we slept, talking about many of her experiences. Suddenly, she started to choke up, probably thinking about her own troubles and the contrast between her current happiness and her emotional state. I got up, grabbed some tissues, and sat on the edge of her bed, handing them to her to wipe herself.
After she calmed down a bit, I got some beer. Then she said something strange: she said she had a boyfriend and couldn't sleep with me that night, and apologized! Upon hearing this, I was both amused and annoyed. She wasn't exactly dull, nor was she particularly clever. So, I quietly sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with her until she fell asleep.
Meanwhile, I was drowning my sorrows in alcohol, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Oh well! A gentleman doesn't take advantage of a vulnerable situation. The next morning, Milk Tea Girl got up early, opened the window, and saw the sea and sky merging into one, a truly breathtaking sight. Milk Tea Girl even thoughtfully brought me breakfast downstairs. Although I'm very sleepy, after breakfast, I decided to stay up and accompany Milk Tea Girl for a walk in Kenting National Park. Back at the hotel, after a short rest, we visited some famous tourist attractions, mingling with the crowds. We drove back to Tainan after 10 PM. Before getting out of the car, Milk Tea Girl said she wanted to kiss me to thank me for taking her out. That kiss left me with mixed feelings; what a carefree and innocent girl.
Gradually, I finished my English classes, and Milk Tea Girl graduated not long after. Before graduation, I took her to Shin Kong Mitsukoshi in front of the train station and bought her a designer suit. Later, she left Tainan and returned to Hsinchu. Before that, I hadn't even held her hand. Sigh!
As long as you have the will, everyone can have their own story. Writing these stories with emotional foundations feels more meaningful, and also more poignant. Sometimes, while writing, tears well up in my eyes. Although heroes don't easily shed tears, I'm not a hero. Some stories end in just a few hours or days, from meeting to ending, so they are less worth writing about, like a wild goose leaving a trace on the snow, or a boat passing by without leaving a mark on the water. I'm too lazy to put effort into describing them.
When a touching story develops to a certain stage, with emotions becoming entangled and intertwined, it's no longer a matter of simply escaping with a carefree attitude. It's like flying a kite; if you let go before it's high enough, the kite won't leave your sight; instead, it will fall right in front of you, making you feel heartbroken. Only when the kite has the ability to soar with the wind and fly high in the sky can your heart achieve true freedom. When a girl you once loved has the opportunity to find a good partner, you won't be sad; instead, your heart will be filled with joy. This is a shift in emotions, because the kite can finally fly freely.
Many stories don't just happen one after another, but overlap. After the "Milk Tea Girl" left Tainan, it was common for my younger brother to occasionally visit her in the north, meet her for meals, and give her small gifts. Feelings are priceless! The "Milk Tea Girl's" (Zhang Zetian's nickname) style of dress is always the same: the same two pairs of jeans, the same few t-shirts, and sneakers. While there's no variation, it's always refreshingly unique and pleasing to the eye. Sometimes, when asked why she's never worn the clothes I bought for her, she doesn't shy away from saying her sister liked them and gave them to her. I was immediately smitten! Ah, as the saying goes, "love me, love my dog," so it's fine with her decision.
Later, the "Milk Tea Girl" pursued an education degree, planning to participate in the elementary school teacher selection process. Her boyfriend also returned to Hsinchu after his military service. He studied engineering and found a job at the Hsinchu Science Park. I haven't contacted the "Milk Tea Girl" since. Her boyfriend treats her well and takes good care of her family; both families approve of them as a couple, so it seems there won't be any major changes.
Strangely enough, when talking about her boyfriend, I always saw a hidden sadness in Milk Tea Girl's eyes. I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but I always felt that Milk Tea Girl was family-oriented and lived for others. Her boyfriend was also quite chauvinistic, and sometimes when he got angry, he would be harsh with her, and Milk Tea Girl always accepted it submissively. These were all things I sensed from my conversations with Milk Tea Girl. Milk Tea Girl never complained to me. Sometimes I would try to persuade her, saying that she should have her own emotions sometimes and not always act like a submissive wife. Milk Tea Girl said she knew, but even so, when she was wronged, I saw that Milk Tea Girl didn't dare to say a word.
[Love in a Foreign Land]
Later, due to work, I also went to New York, USA for a short time. During that time, I would still call occasionally to check on Milk Tea Girl. Milk Tea Girl's family didn't have internet to save money, so I rarely saw her on MSN. While studying education, Milk Tea Girl also worked part-time at a publishing house, or occasionally worked as a substitute teacher, or taught calligraphy or elementary school composition. She was quite a gentle girl.
One afternoon around 1 PM, I saw that the "Milk Tea Girl's" MSN account was online. I didn't dare to message her, afraid her boyfriend might have logged in with her account. Later, the "Milk Tea Girl" messaged me first. Looking at the time, it was already past 1 AM in Taiwan. I wondered why she was still awake. I asked if she was busy and why she was still up so late. She said she went to an internet cafe. I felt something was amiss; she never went to internet cafes. What was she doing there so late? I quickly said I'd call and find out. She said she'd talk online first. She said online that her boyfriend had dumped her and liked another girl. I thought, "That's normal, what's the big deal?" Despite my own thoughts, I still tried to comfort her. She and her boyfriend were each other's first love. I asked her what her boyfriend had said, and she replied that he wanted to be friends for now. Instead of kicking her while she was down, I comforted her, saying, "Don't be sad. Your boyfriend will come back to you after a while. He's just confused for a moment." I asked her if she loved him and if she would forgive him if he came back. She
wasn't sure herself. However, her boyfriend had covered this up very well; neither she nor his family knew about it. She even covered for him, and he would come to her house and go out with her. It was truly heartbreaking.
Sigh! I often wonder whether to be a good person or a bad person in this world. I'm kind-hearted, but I don't seem like a bad person. Being a good person makes me vulnerable to being taken advantage of. So, I decided to be a kind-hearted bad person, because only by being a bad person can one understand what bad people are thinking, and only then can one, at the right time, exercise their conscience and use bad methods to help good people in need.
After Milk Tea Girl left the internet cafe, my younger brother called her. She was crying on the phone, and I felt sorry for her, so I kept comforting her, urging her to go home quickly. I told her that happiness is doubled when shared, and sadness is lessened when others share the burden. I talked to her for a while, but my international calling card was about to run out of power, so I said I'd have to get a new one. Milk Tea Girl's phone was also about to die, so I gave up. Before hanging up, I told her not to be sad, that no matter what, I would always care about her and take care of her. Later, Milk Tea Girl's
boyfriend and she fell into a cold war. Her boyfriend's family knew about it and strongly opposed him finding someone else, as they had already decided that Milk Tea Girl was their one and only. Her boyfriend was still childish, accusing Milk Tea Girl of tattling and making things difficult for her at every turn. Alas! Even a wise judge can't settle family disputes, and as an outsider, I was helpless.
Seeing that Milk Tea Girl's love life was in turmoil, and that her boyfriend was ignoring her and had her completely under his thumb, coming and going as he pleased, I felt really sorry for her. I told her, "Why don't you come to America to see me and relax?" I knew that Milk Tea Girl didn't have any great ambitions in life, and traveling abroad was her only wish at the time.
The "Milk Tea Girl" asked how many days she'd be gone, and I said at least a week would be plenty of time. After several invitations, she finally mustered the courage to come see me. The only obstacle was money. I always saw her as so poor, always earning too little. I'd never received a gift from her, at most a handmade card—sigh, sincerity is priceless.
Then, my good Samaritan appeared again—none other than myself! I asked a friend in Taiwan to buy her plane ticket and helped her apply for a US visa. I did everything I could! If the "Milk Tea Girl" had come a few more times, I'd definitely be broke.
Once the visa was approved and the ticket was bought, the "Milk Tea Girl" finally flew to see me. I remember buying her Continental Airlines tickets, from Taiwan via Tokyo, Japan, directly to JFK John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York, while the Taiwan-Japan flight was connected by JAJ Airlines.
Since it was Milk Tea Girl's first time flying, I specifically instructed her on how to transfer flights before she left, and reminded her to bring warm clothes, as New York was very cold at that time, already in winter. I also gave her my US cell phone number.
Milk Tea Girl arrived in New York in the evening, and as soon as I finished work, I drove straight to the airport to pick her up. Seeing Milk Tea Girl's figure walking towards me from the other side of the gate, my heart couldn't help but flutter. It had been almost two years since I last saw her after her boyfriend's discharge from the military. It felt like a lifetime had passed. It was as if we had survived a war, and yet we could still meet. The atmosphere was joyful yet tinged with a touch of sadness.
While waiting to clear customs, the "Milk Tea Girl" looked around and saw me waving at her. She watched me happily. As she stepped out of the gate, I couldn't help but reach out and hold her hand, my excitement overflowing. She didn't have much luggage, just a simple carry-on bag. I held her hand as we walked out of the airport terminal. She didn't pull away, letting me hold her hand naturally, and we walked happily together.
Back in my dorm, two or three close colleagues took the opportunity to come over and chat, wanting to see what the "Milk Tea Girl" looked like. Before leaving, they gave me a wicked smile, signaling, "Hey, you guys, get lost! Stop fantasizing!" I knew they'd been vegetarians for a long time, so I chased them away. I asked the "Milk Tea Girl" if she had eaten dinner; apparently, she had on the plane. I gave her toiletries and a towel; after flying for over twenty hours, I wanted her to take a shower and relax. Seeing her dry lips, I also gave her a bottle of lip balm.
After taking a shower, Milk Tea Girl used my phone to call home and let her know she was safe. It turned out she was calling her sister; only her sister knew she was in New York. Her family was unaware, thinking she was traveling in the East Coast with classmates. Milk Tea Girl had also given my phone number to her sister, just in case.
That evening, I took her to the 24-hour Wall Mart, and we browsed around for a bit. I also bought her a lightweight snowsuit. Milk Tea Girl was new to the city, and everything was new and exciting. She kept asking questions. It had already snowed several times, and the roads were covered in snow. It was Milk Tea Girl's first time seeing snow, and she was quite excited. She even mentioned that once, when a cold front hit, she went to Hehuan Mountain, but there wasn't enough moisture to make it snow. I told her she would have a chance to see snow; a cold front might be arriving soon. Milk Tea Girl's face lit up with excitement, her unhappy mood vanished, and she began to look forward to it.
On the way home, we stopped at Dunkin' Donuts again and bought donuts for breakfast the next day. We returned to our dorm. The next day was Friday, and I had some things to do. I showed Milk Tea Girl how to use some electrical appliances in the room and chatted with her happily for a while. Then I urged her to go to bed and gave her my room, while I made my bed on the living room carpet. Milk Tea Girl couldn't sleep because of jet lag, which is normal. When I woke up, I found out she hadn't slept all night and had been using my computer in my room to pass the time until dawn.
When Milk Tea Girl saw I was awake, she thoughtfully offered to make me coffee. Hey! Milk Tea Girl has some training; her espresso smelled really good, and her breakfast was delicious too. I told her to stay in the room and wait for me because she was unfamiliar with the area, didn't speak the language well, and had nowhere to go. I felt quite apologetic and hoped to spend more time taking her out to play so the trip wouldn't be in vain. That morning, I hurriedly finished my work, thinking Milk Tea Girl must be incredibly bored at home, unable to understand the TV. When I got home, I was amazed to find that, despite the freezing winter weather, my friend had vacuumed the carpets, polished the bathroom and kitchenette until they shone, and even hand-washed all the clothes that I usually only wash in the washing machine after a week. The living room was also impeccably organized. Wow! Amazing! Is she a Taiwanese version of "Oshin"? I thanked her profusely, and she said she was used to these tasks, which was a big plus.
That afternoon, I took her into the city. We ate lunch at Burger King on the way. I asked her if she was tired, since she hadn't slept all night. Although she looked tired, she insisted she wasn't. Once we entered New York City, I didn't tell her where we were going. We took the subway, wandering around, following the map. I'm terrible with directions, so I was just hoping we didn't get lost in Brooklyn and get robbed. When we came out of the intersection, hmm! We could smell the sea breeze! My friend suddenly exclaimed in surprise, looked to her left, and wow! "Isn't that the Statue of Liberty you only see on TV?" Milk Tea Girl exclaimed excitedly, skipping along the way. We arrived at the ferry terminal, bought two tickets, and boarded the ferry to the island where the Statue of Liberty is located, also visiting Ellis Island. Ellis Island was the former customs post for European and British immigrants to America; the movie "The Legend of 1900" features a stop on Ellis Island.
Looking down at Manhattan from the foot of the Statue of Liberty, we could see skyscrapers standing side by side. Back then, the World Trade Center hadn't collapsed yet. Milk Tea Girl took photos, her excitement overflowing. Leaving the Statue of Liberty tourist attraction, I led Milk Tea Girl on a leisurely exploration, like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden. Actually, I rarely go out into the city. We finally found Central Park and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Inside the lobby was the Egyptian Gallery, with a strangely eerie atmosphere. There was also a Chinese section, with Tang Dynasty tri-colored pottery! Damn! It must have been stolen during the burning of the Old Summer Palace by the Eight-Nation Alliance. I immediately thought of returning it to its rightful owner. Oh well! Being in a foreign land, I decided not to take any risks, so I abandoned my patriotism. What impressed me most was seeing Gauguin's self-portrait, as well as famous paintings by Cézanne and Monet. Many of these were things I had only seen in history textbooks, but now they were right in front of me. Some of the paintings weren't covered with transparent covers, and the enclosures were so close that you could even spray saliva on them when you spoke. I guess the ones that weren't covered might be fakes, while the real ones might be on tour or stored away. Although the museum rules prohibit photography, some people still took pictures secretly.
After wandering around for a while, the "Milk Tea Girl" was thoroughly enjoying herself, while I was rather uninterested. After finally finishing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we went to Fifth Avenue. The entire street was lined with flagship stores of luxury brands, and we mostly just rushed past – it was all too extravagant. The "Milk Tea Girl" didn't seem to care much about designer brands. Later, for dinner, we went to Chinatown in Flushing for Hong Kong-style dim sum. On the way, we passed a bubble tea stall called "Xiaoxi," and I teased her, saying, "You could sell bubble tea here
!" I spent over NT$100 on a cup of bubble tea, and we both shook our heads in unison, saying it was awful. The tapioca pearls from the "Milk Tea Girl's" stall were much better. After dinner, we took a taxi back to our accommodation early. The "Milk Tea Girl," due to jet lag and the day's sightseeing, leaned her head on my shoulder and dozed off. I tried my best to keep her awake, insisting she stay up until midnight so she could adjust to the time difference. Looking at her beautiful face, I couldn't help but feel tipsy myself. Strange! I hadn't even drunk any alcohol, so how did I get drunk?
The two of them were like the two poles of a magnet; if they were in the right positions, they would be drawn closer and closer, while if they were in the wrong positions, they would repel each other and drift further and further apart. That night, Milk Tea Girl was exhausted. After returning to her accommodation and tidying up a bit, she fell into a deep sleep. The next day at noon, they went into town again to see an opera. It was all screaming and shouting, and it seemed to be a story about the Gypsies. Actually, I slept through the entire performance, while Milk Tea Girl seemed quite interested. After leaving the theater, she even discussed the plot with me, while I knew absolutely nothing about it.
That evening, we bought tickets again and went to the top of the Empire State Building for a romantic getaway. My friend, nicknamed "Milk Tea Girl," gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. She asked me which side of Taiwan I was on, and I replied that the earth is round and you can go back to Taiwan from either side. I then asked her if she had seen "Sleepless in Seattle," where Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan first met. She nodded. The aphrodisiac effect here was off the charts. I hugged her from behind, resting my head on her shoulder, and we whispered to each other, occasionally letting out a few giggles. This kind of romance is indescribable without experiencing it firsthand.
A person's life in this world is but a drop in the ocean, fleeting like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall. For some, the money they spend in a lifetime may be less than half, or even less than a fifth, of what they earn. After a hundred years, they return to dust. If there is an opportunity to make the people you love or the people who love you happy in the limited time you have, I think it is worthwhile.
That night, when we got back to our rented apartment, Milk Tea Girl came into the room after showering. Her hair wasn't even dry yet. She excitedly rushed out and said to me, "You're such a good person! Look out the window!" Don't doubt it, Milk Tea Girl always calls me "Good Person." I walked to the French windows, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked out. Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky, and everything was quiet. I told Milk Tea Girl to hurry up and dry her hair so we could go downstairs and play in the snow later. After Milk Tea Girl dried her hair, I took her down to the lawn. It wasn't actually cold when it was snowing. Water vapor condenses into snowflakes, releasing some heat, which makes the weather not very cold before and during snowfall. It's colder when the snow melts. I wore a long-sleeved t-shirt and took Milk Tea Girl downstairs. It was Milk Tea Girl's first time seeing snowflakes, and she was extremely excited. Soon, her hair and body were covered with a thin layer of snowflakes. After a while, I helped Milk Tea Girl brush the snowflakes off her and we went back upstairs to our room.
Back in the room, the milk tea girl thoughtfully offered to give me a massage. I lay down on the sheets on the living room carpet, opened the curtains of the French windows, dimmed the lights, and everything was quiet. Outside the window, snow was falling, and the silence gave me a sense of detachment from fame and fortune. At this moment, it felt like living like a hermit. The atmosphere was perfect. I got up, opened the refrigerator, and poured the milk tea girl a glass of pure Connor orange juice. I took out a bottle of beer. One advantage of being in America is that beer is cheaper than cola and also cheaper than mineral water.
The "Milk Tea Girl" carefully massaged me here and there, asking if I was comfortable. I responded in kind, and the two of us messed around wildly until we were practically naked, playing out wanton games, even using our tongues. The most unique thing was that the "Milk Tea Girl" had to lie on the French windows, using an exaggerated inspection method from a movie, with her legs spread apart and her buttocks sticking up, allowing me to search her from behind. Facing the snow falling outside the window, while inside was an endless spring scene, the warm sun rising over Lantian Mountain, what a strong contrast. This is what youth without regrets is, without any regrets. Until the crucial moment, I said, "Wait a minute, let me go into the room and get the golden robe." The "Milk Tea Girl" said, "Why didn't I say I was just in case?" As a result, the title of "good guy" was changed to "bad guy" by the "Milk Tea Girl," which really ruined my reputation.
The next day, I took a day off to accompany Milk Tea Girl on a sightseeing trip. I took her to an outlet and bought her a lot of designer clothes to take back to Taiwan. I admit that I had to tighten my belt for several months afterward, but it was all willingly done. I was definitely not being scammed. It's a pity that Wang Chien-ming wasn't around then, otherwise I would have taken Milk Tea Girl to cheer for him. I also took Milk Tea Girl to the beautiful state of Vermont for sightseeing and skiing. It's the training ground for the US Winter Olympic team. There's also an outlet there where a Burberry cashmere scarf sold for over 3,000 NTD, which was much cheaper than in Taiwanese department stores. Levi's jeans were also less than half the price in Taiwan. I only know that I also bought a suitcase for Milk Tea Girl to pack and take back to Taiwan.
I also took Milk Tea Girl to buy Victoria's Secret (a famous lingerie boutique). Milk Tea Girl picked out several items, and when we got home, she tried them on for me one by one. This included the first time in her life that Milk Tea Girl wore a sexy thong. I was truly treated to a feast for the eyes. Those few days were probably one of the happiest consecutive periods of my life. Milk Tea Girl and I completely broke down the barriers between us, like a couple who had been abstinent before marriage and were now indulging in new love, trying everything new and exciting.
Good times always pass too quickly, and the day of parting came. Milk Tea Girl had to go back to work and take care of her family, and I couldn't stop her. In the airport terminal, Milk Tea Girl hugged me tightly, and her tears soaked my chest. Milk Tea Girl asked me to take her away in Hsinchu after I returned to Taiwan. Sometimes when I hear the a-ha chorus's "Take On Me," I think of the scene when Milk Tea Girl asked me to take her away.
[Reunion]
Several months passed after my short stint working abroad and returning to Taiwan. Milk Tea Girl was back with her boyfriend, who apologized and promised to love her forever. Usually, you just listen to that and move on, but I don't want to discourage her; I just want to tell her not to put too much thought into relationships and to live for herself, because love isn't everything.
It was Milk Tea Girl's birthday. After midnight, I wanted to call and congratulate her, but I hesitated because she was probably with her boyfriend. Instead, she texted me, something like, "Hey, it's Milk Tea Girl. It's my birthday today, but you can't be with me to blow out the candles and cut the cake. I ate yours for you, and I made a wish for you!" It touched me deeply; Milk Tea Girl has a funny and sentimental side too.
Later, I ran into Milk Tea Girl online and asked her how her internship at an elementary school in Hsinchu was going. She's in a post-graduate teacher training program and still needs to do her internship after completing her studies. We chatted about how we hadn't seen each other in a long time and suggested we get together for a meal sometime. Milk Tea Girl agreed! She even asked if it was okay to arrange a time for her to go back to school for tutoring. Her education program is in Taichung, so I made the appointment with her for now and would let her know if anything changed. Milk Tea Girl also asked me curiously, "Do you know what a blog is?" I said, "Of course I do." Milk Tea Girl said she had a blog, where she could record her feelings and read articles she had written in the past. I added her blog to my favorites. That day, after Milk Tea Girl logged off, I spent several hours carefully reading through her blog. It had been established for quite a while, but the number of visitors was pitifully small, probably only she was active on it. The page was full of articles, not a single photo, but the content was quite rich. I looked and looked, but she didn't mention me at all. I wasn't satisfied! I looked again, still nothing. Oh well! The pages were mostly essays and personal notes, not anything about the Milk Tea Girl's inner world or her daily life. Don't let her seemingly naive demeanor fool you; she doesn't easily confide in others and always seems to accept things passively.
On a sudden impulse, I decided to secretly log into her account and access her blog. What password could she possibly use? Being a bit slow, she'd probably just use her easiest-to-remember birthday. I entered her birthdate (8 digits)... wait! Her boyfriend's? Too bad I don't know. I'll try mine then—a silly move indeed! Ding-dong! No way! Isn't this a scene from a movie? The "Milk Tea Girl" actually used my birthday as her password! A strange pressure welled up inside me. But using mine is the right thing to do; otherwise, if she used her own or her boyfriend's, wouldn't her boyfriend already know? What if her boyfriend is as bored as me and secretly logs into her account to peek at her inbox? Then there would be no secrets. I even peeked into her hidden posts (only visible with her account). Seeing her inner world, I felt an invisible force pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. For the first time, I felt that the "Milk Tea Girl" might love me more than her boyfriend.
At the appointed time, I found her at 7-Eleven. What the hell! She had a braid sticking up high, a funny new look! If she wore frostbite makeup, she'd be so cute. Milk Tea Girl stuck her tongue out at me and made a face. At noon, I took her to the savvy shopping district for lunch. She said she had tutoring classes at school in the afternoon, so she skipped them. I asked her, "Aren't you going to participate in the elementary school teacher selection? Isn't it shady? Is it all predetermined? Do you need to give bribes? There are so many homeless teachers now, it seems difficult to pass." Milk Tea Girl laughed and said it depends on luck. Milk Tea Girl really has it tough. Back in my day, it wasn't hard to get into a teacher's college or normal university with the required score. Many classmates didn't even want to study teacher training. Back then, you got a job right after graduation, no selection process needed. I never imagined that many people who had the score but gave up on teacher training colleges would later want to pursue education studies and then participate in the selection process to get teaching positions. If only I had chosen teacher training college back then! Life is truly unpredictable.
As we walked, I asked the "Milk Tea Girl" what she wanted to eat, but she didn't have a clear idea. I then asked her if the clothes I brought back last time were nice and comfortable, and if I was going to give them to her sister again. She said they were nice, but she didn't wear them often. She mentioned that the clothes I bought last time, while not from super designer brands like Chanel or Prada (which I couldn't afford anyway), were still from well-known brands like Burberry and DKNY. The "Milk Tea Girl" was quite amusing; she said that when people asked her where she bought those clothes, she couldn't answer, and she'd never bought those brands before, always buying from budget stores like Hang Ten or at night markets. I guess she was afraid her boyfriend would find out. This amused her sister. I wonder if her sister is as pretty and elegant as the "Milk Tea Girl." It seems I need to get to know her sister, considering how many favors I've received. Just kidding.
I strolled over to a pasta restaurant and asked if I wanted to eat pasta. The milk tea girl nodded. We went up to the second floor. The environment was fairly quiet, and the food was pretty good. The milk tea girl mysteriously took out a plastic bag full of chocolates from her worn-out bag and said she wanted to give them to me. Oh my god! I almost burst into tears. The milk tea girl actually gave me chocolate! I opened the bag, and I don't even know what brand it was. It was a round, black chocolate with truffle flavor, topped with a thin layer of maple syrup. It tasted pretty good. The milk tea girl told me to open my mouth, took one, and put it in my mouth. She ate one herself, then put the whole bag of chocolates into her bag. This...this...wasn't she supposed to give me chocolate? Why wasn't it a whole bag? I only ate one. The milk tea girl said chocolate was expensive and I could only eat one a day. I thought to myself, "Lady, please help me out. I used to give you Godiva chocolates, don't worry, they're not expensive!" But I knew the milk tea girl was joking with me. She probably meant I shouldn't eat too many sweets before meals so I wouldn't be able to eat. But it's true that I only ate that one piece that day.
During the meal, we shared our feelings of long-awaited reunion. I asked about the Milk Tea Girl's father; he was still undergoing regular dialysis, thankfully subsidized by health insurance. When I asked her why, she said it was due to excessive exposure to pesticides while farming or taking too many unknown supplements, leading to uremia. In short, her father was quite weak and unable to work. Her mother worked odd jobs, paid daily. Her sister attended a private university, and the tuition wasn't cheap. Although her sister also worked, with living expenses, they struggled to support themselves and still needed the Milk Tea Girl's help. Her boyfriend was also quite supportive of her family. Sigh! Why am I not Terry Gou? I could just write a check for ten million and give it to the Milk Tea Girl! But as the saying goes, "help in an emergency, not in poverty," so I couldn't offer any help.
After the meal, the Milk Tea Girl surprisingly presented the bill, saying she wanted to treat us! Hey! Having been in the workforce for a while, she seemed more worldly. I tried to pay, but she insisted. Okay! It wasn't much money, so I let her have it.
Stinginess has nothing to do with generosity, poverty, or wealth. Some people become rich because they are stingy, while others become poor because they are generous. Because they can't hold onto money, stinginess and generosity are unrelated to whether a person is rich or poor. I feel that "Milk Tea Girl" (Zhang Zetian) is actually quite kind and selfless, which is one of the reasons I like her. Although sometimes I think she's too frugal, it's because she has financial responsibilities and has no choice but to be.
After dinner, we originally planned to drive to Lavender Forest in Xinshe for afternoon tea, but "Milk Tea Girl" thought it was too far, so we gave up. Instead, we strolled around the shrewd shopping district. In the past, when I was with "Milk Tea Girl," very few people called her; she seemed to have very few friends. Last time she came to visit, I saw she had fewer than ten contacts on MSN. Is it because she's always busy with work that she rarely socializes with her classmates? Today, she answered several calls from different people. Judging from her tone and the content of her calls, they weren't her boyfriends, but other guys. I wondered who she was! The girl with the milk tea nickname said that colleagues from her internship school and classmates from her teacher training program wanted to talk to her, asking why she hadn't attended her tutoring class that afternoon.
When asked about her interactions with the two boys, I bluntly said, "Those two boys really like you! Did they confess to you?" The girl smiled and said no, they knew she had a boyfriend. I said, "What's wrong with having a boyfriend? You have the right to choose your boyfriend, and they have the freedom to like you. We're still hanging out together."
The girl with the milk tea nickname said, "I'm different." I asked, "What's different about me?" She couldn't explain, only saying, "Because I'm a really good person, that's why I'm different." She even said, "Otherwise, don't come out with me again!" I poked her stomach and said, "You dare!" The two of them started playfully teasing each other.
The two of us went to Shin Kong Mitsukoshi on Zhonggang Road, intending to see a movie, but there wasn't anything particularly interesting. So we just wandered around the department store. The physical contact between me and "Milk Tea Girl" was something I only did abroad. Here, we were just good friends. If someone we knew saw us, we wouldn't be able to deny it. "Milk Tea Girl" even joked that if her boyfriend found out we were dating and broke up with her, I'd have to take care of her.
Today, seeing "Milk Tea Girl" made me restless, constantly thinking about our intimate memories. My eyes seemed to have undressed her hundreds of times, but I just couldn't bring myself to say anything suggestive. It was truly inhuman. After leaving the department store, I told "Milk Tea Girl" that I missed those feelings, and asked if... it was really hard to say. Strangely enough, I'm quite good at flirting with other girls, but with "Milk Tea Girl," especially in this kind of situation, I really stammered and hesitated, as if she were my goddess and saying anything would be disrespectful to her. I guess I just cared too much about her.
The "Milk Tea Girl" said, "You're such a good guy, but you want to be a bad guy again?" I blushed and awkwardly asked her if it was okay. She said, "It's up to you, if you really want to." I said, "So, do you want to?" She didn't answer, only saying it was up to her. I drove around the area with her for a bit and found a motel. She had told me before that she'd never been to a place like this, so I asked her again if her boyfriend had ever taken her to a motel. She said no. I asked, "Do you go to your boyfriend's place for sex?" She pretended not to hear me, so I didn't press the issue. The room wasn't super luxurious, but it had a jacuzzi and a steam room. As for the octopus chair, I didn't remember; I don't think it existed.
Wow! Beneath their simple clothes, their underwear was the Victoria's Secret brand they'd bought earlier. They kissed and helped each other undress. After a day of shopping, they were covered in sweat and didn't even have time to brush their teeth, wash their faces, or shower. They made love immediately, then soaked in the jacuzzi and talked. Back in bed, they were intimate again. The thought that "Milk Tea Girl" would belong to someone else fueled his jealousy. He used every trick in the book. Don't let her seemingly innocent appearance fool you; once you get to know her, she's incredibly alluring in the bedroom. Especially those seductive moans—it's hard to believe they came from her. I couldn't help but think that "Milk Tea Girl" must be under a lot of pressure in her daily life, constantly suppressing herself. That's why she let loose and released herself in that moment of ecstasy. Yes! I thought to myself, that must be it.
Time wasn't up yet, and because Milk Tea Girl needed to go home on time, I left the motel to take her to catch the train. There wasn't time for dinner, so I just let her buy some food on the way. In the car, I held Milk Tea Girl's hand the whole way until we were almost getting off. When we stopped by the roadside, Milk Tea Girl wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned against me, saying she didn't want to get out. I said, "How about I take you back to Hsinchu? That way we can spend more time together." Milk Tea Girl shook her head and quietly nestled against me. She asked me the same question again, asking when I would take her away! I remained silent, gently stroking her back. Finally, with a kiss, Milk Tea Girl got out of the car and disappeared from my sight.
[Let Go and Fly]
I remember my roommate in college was a huge fan of the Square Enix series. He had to buy every single game that was released the same day it was released. A single legitimate copy cost over two thousand yuan, which was a luxury for a poor student like me. I asked him when pirated copies would be released, and he said they'd be available the day after the legitimate release, costing only one hundred yuan. Even a two-pack would only cost two hundred yuan, but he insisted on buying them on the same day. I think that was obsession! It was also his persistence in pursuing what he loved.
A friend from mainland China used to ask me to buy albums by his favorite Taiwanese singers and bring them to him. I often told him that a CD cost three or four hundred yuan, which wasn't necessary, and that pirated copies were only one hundred. My friend would get a little angry and reply that buying pirated copies was disrespectful to his favorite singers. Some people, at the right time, will persist in certain things; that's a kind of dedication.
Square Enix's stock price surged upon the release of the Space Marine series, a testament to the game's immense appeal. I've also played Space Marine. When I played Final Fantasy X, the female protagonist Yuna reminded me of Zhang Zetian (the "Milk Tea Sister"). She carries inescapable responsibilities, much like Yuna's character in "Tai X"—unable to control many things, unable to pursue her desires, constantly swayed and bound by fate. At first glance, Zhang Zetian and I seem to exist in the same space, but only when we try to embrace do we realize it's all a cruel joke of fate; appearances
and thoughts cannot capture the true body. Once, Zhang Zetian asked me what I would do if she got married. I said I wouldn't do anything; I would wish her well. Life is fleeting, like footprints in the mud, leaving no trace. Knowing someone for a day or ten years makes little difference in the grand scheme of the universe. The key is whether you cherish the moment. If you do, even a single moment on a particular day is unique and irreplaceable.
One day, the "Milk Tea Girl," now quite grown up, actually told me she was getting married. Her fiancé was a colleague from her school. I seriously told her not to leave me, that I wanted to take her away and live with her. She said it was too late, and then jokingly told me not to make a fuss at this crucial moment, that there were men in the world who needed her more than me, and that I could live well on my own. She said she wanted to send me a wedding invitation, but I jokingly said no, afraid of being reminded of the past.
That night, I wasn't particularly sad, just a little melancholy. I drank almost a whole bottle of red wine and dialed 1995's lifeline. It wasn't that I was suicidal; I just wanted to confide in a stranger. On the
day the "Milk Tea Girl" returned to her parents' home, I intentionally or unintentionally chose that day to travel north for business. Subconsciously, I don't know what I was thinking, but I know that as I drove, I passed by the "Milk Tea Girl's" old house in a traditional courtyard house, even though her home was completely far from my destination.
The banquet was held in her family's courtyard. A sweet wedding photo of "Milk Tea Sister" and her husband was displayed at the entrance. I drove by, and the photo of "Milk Tea Sister" radiated happiness. I don't know why, but my mood lifted; I guess I was happy for her! This uninvited guest didn't stop in my car. That was the last time I saw "Milk Tea Sister," even if it was just a photo.
To this day, I haven't encountered her online, nor have we had any phone contact. However, I occasionally sneak a peek at her class's website to see if she's keeping up.
Postscript: I had the opportunity to exercise my right to choose "Milk Tea Sister," but I missed it repeatedly. Only when I woke up in the middle of the night, startled by the cold wind, did I realize that it was a voided future contract, irretrievable!

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