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On the night of April 4, 2003, Yanzi and I were completely drunk at the "Boys and Girls" bar in Sanlitun. To the strains of a red-haired boy singing a melancholic, Elvis-like song, I helped Yanzi into the restroom next to the bar. "Old Hu, I need to pee, I want to fly..." I locked the restroom door, helped Yanzi unbuckle her belt, and she squatted down to pee while I leaned against the door smoking.
Yanzi's husband was fat and chubby, with a stern nose and a habit of tilting his head and looking at you sideways, swaggering around. Everyone nicknamed him "Dumb Goose." He was a year ahead of us; the year we entered school—oh! that was '88—Dumb Goose somehow became the student council president. In front of us younger students, he practically acted like he was the principal's mouthpiece, the damn principal, shouting things like, "Remember, you're not allowed to date under my nose!" "You all need to study hard!" He, however, used his position as student council president to engage in rampant dating both on and off campus, deceiving girls who admired his authority and were vain. That's when Yanzi was hooked up with by that silly goose.
In the restroom of the "Boys and Girls" bar, two people, numbed by alcohol, were strangely entwined. The girl's pants were on the floor, her snow-white lower body driving the boy mad. The music in the bar was loud and rhythmic. "What are we doing?" Yanzi asked me, her eyes glazed and her breath reeking of alcohol. "We're dreaming...making love," I said.
At that very moment, the US-led coalition launched a new offensive against Baghdad in the Gulf, and countless Iraqi people were killed or wounded in the shelling. Saddam's regime was teetering on the brink of collapse. "How's the war going ?
" Yanzi asked, her arms around my neck.
"It's inhumane. Each Tomahawk cruise missile, costing over $1.2 million, is raining down on Baghdad like bird droppings," I said. I hugged Yanzi's slender waist tighter, just as I would hug the poor Iraqi people with my kind heart.
"They're so rich, yet they still want to rob other people's oil and gas..." Yanzi said, kissing me.
"This is a war started by the CEO," I said.
"A cat that eats what's in its bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, no cat can resist the temptation," Yanzi said. She chuckled.
"What? You mean Bush?" I said.
"Yes, you are too," Yanzi said fiercely, her legs leaping into the air and tightly gripping my waist.
I leaned against the wall, nearly falling under Yanzi's onslaught.
"Bush and I are both invaders, both cats that love fish," I whispered in Yanzi's ear.
Just then, someone knocked on the door. "Could you hurry up, people inside?" came a woman's voice. Yanzi and I stopped abruptly. "I can't hold back!" the woman cried anxiously.
We quickly pulled up our pants, and turning around, I saw a cartoon pasted behind the bathroom door: a fat cat pouncing on a beautiful fish, with the caption: "No cat doesn't love fish!"
I understood the meaning of the picture—it was only natural for us to do it in the bathroom. I thought, it's not so bad if men and women in bars do it too
. Although anti-war sentiment surged across the world, the US-led coalition advanced step by step toward Baghdad. Bush continued his actions as before; in other words, a cat's instinct is to eat fish, and no one can stop it.
A little thought reveals that I'm no different from Mr. Bush. Iraq is too tempting; there are reasons for launching a war, and of course, I can't resist a beautiful woman like Yanzi.
Yanzi and I emerged from the restroom, disheveled and entangled, startling the woman waiting to urinate. Her bright red lips formed an "O" shape. What was going on? Men and women had already done this
! Ding Xiangyu once told me, "If you don't love me anymore, you'll definitely fall in love with another woman."
I remember jokingly replying, "If I don't love you anymore, then I'll fall in love with your sister, Ding Xianglian." "No! You'll fall in love with her—Yanzi!" Ding Xiangyu screamed, raising her small fist to punch my chest, her little mouth pouting, red and very sexy. " Yanzi
's gaze towards you is strange; I always feel that you two will hook up one day."
Looking back now, the way Yanzi looked at me that year did seem to have a hidden meaning, but I knew it wasn't love. At that age, everyone was restless and playful; you'd punch someone, she'd kick you, you'd hug her today, she'd kiss you tomorrow—it was all very common.
I think Ding Xiangyu was a really smart girl; she could actually see things several years in the future, and my premonition was proven correct. It's just that it took me so many years to finally hook up with Yanzi; the efficiency was a bit too slow. At this rate, how many good girls in the world will be left idle and wasted? As for
Ding Xiangyu's younger sister, Ding Xianglian, for the first few years, I didn't take her seriously at all. I remember the first time I went to her house, I followed Ding Xiangyu like a cultural traitor, being forced by her to call the old lady "Mom" and the old man "Dad." When Ding Xianglian ran out from the inner room, I took the initiative to call her "Little Sister." Ding Xiangyu immediately became furious. "Why are you being so sweet-talking to my sister? Are you trying to embarrass the old lady and gentleman?" she demanded, scrutinizing me with hostility. I think the two elderly people probably concluded that I looked like a lecherous wolf!
That year was my junior year of college. I was engrossed in studying the world-famous novel *Jin Ping Mei*. In Ding Xiangyu's living room, I immediately thought of Chapter 21 of *Jin Ping Mei*: "The brother-in-law lusts after the beautiful young aunt." But Ding Xianglian was too young. When she poured me water, I took the opportunity to observe her chest. According to my judgment, it was just beginning to sprout, not even qualified to wear the smallest bra yet. When she turned around, I saw a dark red bloodstain on her buttocks. The little girl had just started her period.
k( f }4 zyb ? ? But in just a few years, Ding Xianglian blossomed into a stunning beauty; her curves were perfectly proportioned. Every time she saw me, she was as happy as if she were seeing her own brother. Once, I deliberately flirted with her, and she blushed furiously. "Brother-in-law, are you alright?" I tickled her armpit, and she giggled, chasing me all over the house, yelling, "You're so naughty! I'm going to kill you!"
Chapter 2 of the main text: Men and women are already like this.
At the Sanlitun intersection, I hailed a taxi. Supporting the swaying Yanzi with one hand, I opened the car door with the other. Yanzi buried her head in my arms, questioning life, "Hu Chun, do you think there's still love in this world? What's wrong with my life
?" Before I could answer, Yanzi fell asleep in my arms. Outside the car was the city's dazzling lights, the flowing street scenes like a dream. The moon hung obliquely behind the clouds, revealing its timeless beauty. But what we once held dear had become unrecognizable in the face of life, increasingly unreal, increasingly like a lie
. As the car crossed the Jimen Bridge and turned towards the Film Academy, near the Universiade Village, in front of the National Family Planning Commission, Yanzi suddenly lifted her head from my arms, looking at me with a mournful gaze. Like a wounded frog, she croaked, and I saw her cheeks puff out, yellow liquid gushing from her mouth. Before I could dodge, this beautiful woman generously poured all the food and wine she had eaten that night into my arms. The taxi instantly filled with the aroma of alcohol, making the driver yell in exasperation. My arms were filled with a warm, sticky pile of liquid; it was the first time in my life I had received such treatment. I thought even Uncle Lei Feng would be annoyed. Yanzi looked at me with a sigh of relief, "Sorry, I feel much better." But I still felt unwell, though I said insincerely, "It's nothing, it's just vomit." Yanzi grabbed my hand, stared into my eyes in the moonlight, and said, "You're such a good friend, Hu Chun, do you like vomit?" "Of course, I like vomit, and I certainly like yours." After saying that, we burst into laughter in the car.
The driver was yelling and trying to kick us out of the car. "My goodness, my dear lady, just get out! I finally managed to get a fare, don't give me the money! I guess I'm just unlucky tonight." But
I couldn't just leave her there. Yanzi started acting crazy, "I'm going to complain!" She'd dirtied the car and was still acting all high and mighty.
I supported Yanzi like a willow branch in the wind. We walked all the way to the Tianhong Science and Technology Park Hotel. By the fountain in the square in front of the hotel, I took off my leather jacket and then my Montblanc shirt, which I hadn't worn for more than a few days and had vomited all over. I threw the Montblanc shirt into a trash can on the side of the road.
Sitting on the railing by the fountain, Swallow, her breath reeking of alcohol, rolled up her sleeves and scooped up the cool water from the fountain with her palms. She said, "Let me wash your chest for you." The
fountain was cool, but my chest felt hot.
The moon shone on Swallow, and she gently washed my chest like a fairy.
I doubted she was sober, but she was still uttering slurred, drunken words, "Let me die tonight on this filthy chest!" she said, rubbing my chest. "Wash it clean, so that little slut Ding Xiangyu doesn't find out."
"Ouch! Can you wash it faster?" I was freezing, goosebumps all over, and a night wind blew, making my teeth chatter.
Yanzi took off her coat and put it on me; the clothes carried a faint scent of a woman's body. We
walked arm in arm to the Universiade Village. The Universiade Village apartments were quiet; the university students were all asleep, their dreams slumbering behind those hundreds of windows.
On the lawn planted last year in the Universiade Village, Yanzi and I lay down in each other's arms. The lawn was soft, like a wedding bed bestowed upon us by nature; the moonlight was hazy, like a sexy bedside lamp.
I slipped my hand inside Yanzi's white shirt, caressing one of her small, pumpkin-like breasts; she slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasping my dagger-like penis.
"Yanzi, if we both go back to school, do you think we'll do this?"
"No!" Yanzi said. " Why
?
" "Because I like being with successful men." "
But...but you failed, you and that silly goose can't see eye to eye anymore."
The moon traveled through the clouds, the night wind blew the moonlight, and I felt the swallow's hand holding my penis, like an electrician's pliers. She suddenly tightened her grip, "snap," was she going to cut the lifeline of my body? "Ouch!" In the silent night, I could n't
help but scream.
"You son of a bitch Hu Chun, back in college you were like a little monkey, even exploiting Ding Xiangyu for her three meals a day! How could I ever love you? Times have changed, my husband has gone bad... Waaah..." Yanzi sobbed, but she still clung tightly to my limp penis. I was worried that if she got angry,
she would tear it off. "I'm sorry, Yanzi, don't be angry. I just feel that you've been played by your husband for years, it's too unfair. Don't be so stubborn." "Oh!" Yanzi sighed, stopped crying, and looked up at the night sky. I hugged
her tightly, feeling her body trembling.
After a while, she stood up and kicked me. "Alright! Get up. Stop pretending to be my mistress here. I'm going back to my empty room. You go back to your lover." I insisted on taking Yanzi home. "It's so late .
Do you know that all the perverts in Beijing are drooling over you in the dark?""Come on, as long as you don't drool. " "A beauty like you, a young woman like you, anyone would drool over you." I said, hooking my arm around her waist and spouting nonsense.

Yanzi's home is in Fuchengmen, which seems to be not far from Diaoyutai. A taxi sped past the Navy General Hospital, and Yanzi told the driver to pull into the auxiliary road and stop by the main gate ahead, "Then please take him away." It seemed the effects of the alcohol had worn off, but the tear stains on her face were still visible. She appeared quite sober in the moonlight. I wanted to take this opportunity to observe her home, to see if she was rich or poor, and whether that silly goose had truly banished her to the cold palace
. The silly goose, wearing a bright red tie like a pig's tongue, looked like a small-time boss with a mistress. He rode a bicycle, with Yanzi sitting behind him, one arm wrapped around his plump waist. Her shy face was pressed against his back. They sped past like the wind along the tree-lined paths of the campus, Yanzi's long hair flowing and her floral dress fluttering, eliciting murmurs of admiration from the girls. It was the summer of 1988, and Yanzi and the silly goose were in the throes of a passionate, hormonally charged romance
. Ding Xiangyu and Yanzi shared a dorm room. One day, Ding Xiangyu hesitantly told me, "Yanzi is so annoying! She shakes the bed so loudly in the middle of the night. Is she masturbating?" I asked. It wasn't masturbation; it was that silly goose hiding under the mosquito net, doing something naughty. I pretended to be asleep, but I was so annoyed! That silly goose was so disrespectful to us girls, making a gurgling sound like a pig eating. "And guess what? Han Xiuyue, who slept in the bunk below Yanzi, screamed—
'Oh my god! There's blood on my face!
'" Whether or not blood actually flowed onto Han Xiuyue's face, the other five girls in their dorm, including myself, were skeptical. As the student council president, that idiot goose
's audacious act really made me resentful. "If idiot goose can do that, why can't I?" I thought indignantly. At that time, Ding Xiangyu had only kissed me two or three times, not quite to the point of sleeping together yet. Ding Xiangyu's face was flushed. "How could I
?" she understood what I meant. However, in 1988, sneaking into a girls' dormitory for the night was easy for idiot goose, but for me, it was a dream
. In 1988, Yanzi was completely fooled by Daitou'e's sweet talk and openly risked being expelled from school by letting Daitou'e stay overnight in her dormitory. However, in 2003, Daitou'e stopped going home altogether, leaving Yanzi alone with a heart full of resentment.

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