【Small Town Life】(05) Author: Ye Ziwu

Author: Ye Ziwu
Word Count: 4467

Chapter 5 I got

off work at 5:30, just in time to receive a text message from Zhang Ting: The fish has taken the bait.

Zhang Ting used the excuse of an old classmate visiting her to invite Huang Weimin to dinner, and it seemed Huang Weimin had agreed.

I deleted the message after reading it, and looked up to see Chen Jing sitting in front of the computer with a sorrowful expression, occasionally wiping her
eyes.

I went over and hugged her: "My silly girl, you can even cry while watching a movie."

"Zixi is so pitiful, she clearly loves Shangmin so much. Little brother, why can't people who love each other
be together ?"

I know the charm of Korean dramas all too well. In the internet cafe I ran at the university, nine out of ten girls were watching Korean dramas
, and it wasn't uncommon to see them crying their eyes out.

I squatted down and said earnestly to her, "South Koreans are so miserable. They either get sick or get hit by cars.
Most of their relationships don't end well. Our Chinese relationships are so much better. Most of them have perfect endings. Look at Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen,
Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo, Huanzhu Gege, Tianxian Pei, blah blah blah. So we Chinese
can't let each other down. We'll be very, very good."

Chen Jing was amused by my words and burst into laughter through her tears. She angrily patted my chest, "What's 'blah blah'?
Why don't you mention Gan Shijiu and Yin Jianping?"

"Yin Jianping should be content. He slept with Gan Shijiu. Yang Lu is so beautiful. She was my
goddess in middle school," I said.

"She's your goddess, but what about me?" Chen Jing protested, pouting like a little girl.

"Ever since I met you, sister, you've been my goddess. I don't even remember who Yang Lu is anymore," I quickly
confessed.

"The goddess is hungry. Where should we eat?" Chen Jing smiled smugly and leaned against me.

I cautiously asked her, "How about we eat at my place?"

Chen Jing was startled, "Ah, at your parents' place? No, that's weird."

No, it's where I live, the place I told you about, a courtyard house I bought.

Chen Jing's eyes lit up, "Okay, I want to go. I'll cook for you."

"Then I'll pick the vegetables for you."

The county town isn't big; it's only a ten-minute walk from the trade union to my house. On the way, Chen Jing and I went to the market. She
skillfully picked out ingredients, buying cauliflower, potatoes, pumpkin, pork belly, and two eels. She said she'd stir-fry
the cauliflower , make shredded potatoes, braise the eels, and also make pumpkin soup—that should be enough for the two of us.

Back home, as we entered the courtyard, Chen Jing looked around curiously.

I asked her what she thought.

She said she smelled freedom.

I didn't explain what the place was; I told her to see for herself. I said, "You're the mistress of this courtyard,
go see for yourself." After saying that, I went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients. I rinsed the cauliflower, broke it into small florets, and soaked them in water. I gutted the eel,
removed its innards, cut it into sections, washed it, and placed it in a bowl. I peeled and shredded the potatoes, soaking them in water as well. I called out, "
Sister , should the pumpkin be cut into chunks or slices?"

Her voice came from somewhere in the room: "Cut it into small pieces."

Obeying, I peeled it, cut it into small pieces with a rolling cut, and put it in a bowl as well. Then I chopped some scallions, ginger, and garlic for seasoning.

After everything was done, I washed my hands. I found Chen Jing in my bedroom; she was sitting on the edge of the bed folding
the clothes I had washed that day.

She turned to look at me: "Have you chopped all the vegetables? I'll go make them now."

I nodded and said I had washed them.

The conversation was as natural as if it had happened many times before; we smiled knowingly, a tacit
understanding rising within us.

I had only bought the small courtyard two months ago, and the renovations were less than a month old, but I had all the kitchen supplies,
including oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

Chen Jing showed off her skills, switching between high, medium, and low heat, her spatula never stopping, occasionally tossing ingredients and seasonings into the pot.
I leaned against the kitchen doorway watching her cook.

Chen Jing said she rarely cooks, too lazy to cook for herself, so she either orders takeout or
eats at Mo Shuang's house. Actually, she goes to cook for Mo Shuang and her daughter. Mo Shuang's cooking, according to her daughter Huihui,
is appalling. If Chen Jing doesn't go to Mo Shuang's house for a couple of days, the two of them will call to ask when
she's coming.

Chen Jing laughed as she spoke. My heart softened, and I hugged her from behind: "Sister, it's
so good ."

Chen Jing twisted her body: "Don't be silly, I'm cooking, or it'll burn."

"Even if it burns, I'll eat it, sister." I kissed her neck.

"You silly child..." After saying that to me, Chen Jing stopped moving and let me hold her while I cooked.

Soon, the cauliflower and twice-cooked pork was ready, and Chen Jing called me to get a plate, so I had to let go of her to get it.

On the dining table in the dining room, there were three dishes and a soup.

Chen Jing and I happily ate our first meal in this courtyard.

Chen Jing kept urging me to eat more eel, even putting some in my bowl, saying it was good for my health.

I told her I came more often than I did and was more depleted than I was, so she should eat more.

She blushed at my words and used her ultimate weapon: "Don't talk, just eat what I tell you to eat."

I chuckled and put a piece of eel in my mouth.

After the meal, I washed the dishes. I tried to keep her away from cold water as much as possible; it's really bad for a woman's joints. My mother
developed frozen shoulder in her old age because she touched cold water too much.

Chen Jing fell silent and quietly said she had to go home.

I said, "Wait a minute, let me get your keys."

As she took them, she asked me curiously what I was doing.

I didn't answer, but took her keys and then took two keys from my pocket—one for the yard gate and
one for the living room—and put them on her key ring. Then I said, "How
can the lady of the house not have keys to the house?"

She took them, turned around, and said, "I'm leaving." Her voice was a little hoarse.

I took her hand and said, "I'll see you home."

It was just past eight o'clock, the streetlights were just coming on, and we were walking hand in hand down the street.

Chen Jing suddenly said, "Little brother, I'm a little scared. You're so good to me, I'm afraid I can't repay you."

I stopped and faced her. "Anything else?" I'd sensed her emotional turmoil when we left the house, and I'd been
waiting for this opportunity to let her speak for herself, to help her resolve her inner conflict.

She lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. "Also, I feel we're not quite right for each other. You're so young, with a bright
future ahead of you, a good personality, and you can earn money. Only a young, beautiful girl is worthy of you. I'm so much older than you..."
"It's not obvious now, but wait ten or twenty years. You'll still be in your prime, while I'll be an old woman.
" Tears streamed down her face as

she spoke. "That's it?" I asked.

She sobbed, head bowed, and remained silent.

I said, "Chen Jing, look at me."

This was the first time I'd called her name to her face. She obediently looked up at me, tears streaming down her face.

I resisted the urge to wipe them away, suppressing my heartache for the time being.

"Listen carefully, Chen Jing. I am Wang Zhibei. From childhood to adulthood, I ran away from home in elementary school, deliberately got
zero , hit a teacher in middle school, dropped out of school to travel whenever I wanted
, and did even more outrageous things in college, like skipping classes, fighting, and dating women. I even ran an internet cafe with Lao San to make money, but I said I'd give it all to Lao San and not even take the shares."

Chen Jing stopped crying and stared blankly at me. "But Momo said she found out that you were very sensible and obedient since you were little."

"Of course, my grandfather was too ashamed to talk about those messy things I did as a child, so he always covered for me."

"I'm telling you this to tell you that from childhood to adulthood, I've never really cared about anything, no matter who it is,
reputation, or money. But you, Chen Jing, the first time I saw you, I wanted to live with you—to live together,
not like other women. There are beautiful women too, but with them, I only think about sleeping with them. But you're different. I care about you so much,
so much!"

Chen Jing frowned, tears welling in her eyes. "But I just feel like you're getting the short end of the stick by being with me."

"My silly girl," I kissed away her tears, "I feel like I'm getting a great deal.
So many people never meet someone they truly love in their lives, and I have, and such a beautiful woman at that. How
much of a bargain do you think I'm getting?"

"There are people on the street." Chen Jing was both ashamed and anxious, burying her face in my chest, not daring to show it.

After talking to me, Chen Jing's emotions stabilized a lot, and she stopped saying those things. You...

I took her to the entrance of an alley, and she wouldn't let me go any further, saying her home was in the alley. I said, "Okay then,
you'll have lunch at my house tomorrow." She nodded, looked around, tiptoed and kissed me on the lips before
running away quickly.

After dropping Chen Jing off, I went home to sleep.

Around midnight, I was woken by the phone. It was Tang Xiaoyao, asking me to come to the Heyuan Hotel.

In the dead of night, I ran for twenty minutes to the Heyuan Hotel, where I found Tang Xiaoyao and Zhang Ting waiting
for me outside.

"What happened? Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow morning?"

Tang Xiaoyao said, "I finished the business, and as soon as I told Zhang Ting, she came over. This is the phone number and call log from Huang Weimin's
phone I copied down the name and phone number, and this is a video."

I took it and showed it to Zhang Ting, who said excitedly, "I thought Xiaoyao must have had a hard time doing this, so I wanted
to shorten the time she and Huang Weimin spent together, so I came straight over. As soon as I opened the door, I grabbed Huang Weimin and argued with him,
then demanded that I be transferred to the TV station as soon as possible. He agreed, and we let him go."

Sister, can't things go according to plan? " Will Huang Weimin go home? Chen Jing
is home ." Zhang Ting shook her head.

"Do you know where Huang Weimin went? " Tang Xiaoyao said, "When Huang Weimin went out, I chased after him and saw him on the phone. Later, I saw someone drive up to pick him up through the window; it was a woman." It seems Huang Weimin went to that woman's place. Putting myself in his shoes, in this situation, if someone came to pick him up, a man might take him home, but if it was a woman, he was most likely going to that woman's house. "Why did you chase after him?" I asked. This was also unplanned. Tang Xiaoyao chuckled, "It's for your own good. I chased after him in my underwear. The waitresses were two middle-aged women . I think in two days, the news of your station director having an affair will be all over the place." I thought about it. If it worked, this was indeed much better than me having to blackmail Huang Weimin with the video out of desperation . But I didn't comment on her unauthorized decision. Tang Xiaoyao came home with me, and Zhang Ting went back to her place. I took out the memory card from the DV camera, inserted it into the computer, found the video, and opened it. In the video, Tang Xiaoyao half-heartedly resisted and half-welcomed Huang Weimin into bed. The naked Tang Xiaoyao was extremely sexy, crying out, "Director Huang, don't do this, no!" as the lewd Huang Weimin pinned her down. Their faces were crystal clear . Huang Weimin ejaculated after five or six minutes and then fell into a deep sleep. Tang Xiaoyao said she put a little bit of sleeping powder in his drink. This was another unexpected turn of events. I was very satisfied with the video. Tang Xiaoyao was uneasy beside me; she was very open in the video, but now she was incredibly shy . I wasn't too embarrassed either. I quickly opened the video editing software, blurred Tang Xiaoyao's face, saved it to the computer, formatted the memory card, and returned it to Tang Xiaoyao. I said, "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Xiaoyao. You should go and rest; I still have some things to do. " Tang Xiaoyao asked if I could take a shower. I said the small room next to the toilet was the bathroom, and it had hot water. Tang Xiaoyao went to take a shower, and I opened the contact list filled with phone numbers and checked them one by one. There were over a hundred numbers in the address book, all with names and surnames, mostly local numbers, but more than ten were from other places, including the provincial capital and Beijing. Looking at the call history, out of twenty numbers, nineteen were from people in the address book. One number only had a number, with two call records: one from earlier today, and one from two nights ago, the day the farm machinery factory workers rioted. I checked and found that this phone number had been sold in Futian District, Shenzhen. I sent the dozen or so out-of-town numbers and this Shenzhen number to a hacker I knew from university, asking him to help me find out when these phone numbers were sold. After Tang Xiaoyao finished showering, I told her to go to the bedroom to sleep, and I spent the night on the sofa in the living room. Early the next morning, I bought breakfast and saw Tang Xiaoyao onto the bus back to the provincial capital. When I got home, I opened my email and found an unread email. The email contained an Excel spreadsheet attachment. One column listed phone numbers, and the other listed the registration date. Only the Shenzhen number was registered two weeks prior, which, according to the calculations, was five days after Huang Weiguo's disappearance. It was highly likely that this number belonged to Huang Weiguo. I printed out an A4 sheet of paper; it only had one line: 1381502xxxx, Huang Weiguo.

Futian District, Shenzhen. It was placed in an ordinary envelope, printed with: "To be opened by the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission."

This Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission had just been transferred from another region and hadn't had a chance to wield power yet; I thought he'd be very
happy to receive this "gift." I put

on gloves and a baseball cap, found a secluded public phone booth, and called the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission's office .
A secretary answered and asked what I wanted. I said I had news about Huang Weiguo, and asked if the Secretary wanted it. The call was transferred to the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission,
and I said directly, "I've put the message in the mailbox at Shizijie." Then I hung up.

Less than ten minutes later, I saw a postman standing by the mailbox at Shizijie in the distance, and then a car pulled up.
The Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission got out of the car.

I turned and left; the rest was beyond my control.

At noon, Chen Jing came to the courtyard for lunch. She said curiously that Zhang Ting had been taking leave these past two days, wondering if she was seeing
a boyfriend.

I said, "If seeing a boyfriend means you can take leave, then you can too, sister!"

She laughed and threatened to hit me.

She asked if I could go to work in the afternoon.

Of course I would.

Chen Jing lowered her head and smiled happily. I asked her if she was happy that I spent time with her that afternoon.

She shook her head: "I'm happy to have free labor to help me type documents."

[To be continued]

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