"Get on Her Boat" - Chapter 86: Holding Her in My Arms

What can an adult do during a two-month break?
You might dabble in a new language; you might have a fleeting, superficial relationship; or you might do nothing at all, simply enjoying the leisurely days.
For Wan Zi, the time she spent living with Liang Jingming and his brother was a hard-won, long vacation. She spent her days watching the two handsome men go about their lives, flirting and sleeping with one of them, and playing and frolicking with the other while petting their dog. She was simply blissfully carefree.
But she also understands that happiness is not the norm in life.
Even the most beautiful dreams will eventually be shattered by reality.
"How about you visit Ocean Park before you leave?"
Leung King-ming wanted to go to Singapore to familiarize himself with the environment as soon as possible, and his younger brother wanted to return to the UK to adjust to the time difference. After all that, the two of them ended up leaving Hong Kong on the same day.
Wanting to keep things relaxed until the very last moment, Wanzi suggested that they take a group trip together two days before they left.
"OK."
She was sitting in the living room looking at a travel guide when Liang Jingming leaned down from behind. He placed his hands on either side of the table, naturally encircling her, and rested his head unceremoniously on the top of her head.
His breath was deep and gentle, and his faint smile was like a warm breeze.
"However, I thought girls would prefer to go to Disneyland."
"A girl is a girl, why 'girl'?"
Despite saying that, Wan Zi couldn't help but smile.
As a Hong Konger, Leung King-ming clearly took Chinese classes seriously from a young age, and his Mandarin is so standard that you can't tell he has a Cantonese accent. But he still has a southern accent, and his pronunciation and word choice are very smooth and refined. Combined with his deep and distinct appearance, there is always a kind of honest and simple contrast.
"Not all girls like Disney. Anyway, I want to go to Ocean Park to see the fish."
After thinking about it, Wan Zi still felt awkward: "Besides, I'm twenty-five, I'm no longer a girl."
"Why?"
"...Over the age limit, no reason why."
It was rare for her to stumble over her words, which made Liang Jingming laugh even harder. He wrapped his arm around her slender shoulders and neck, and inhaled the fragrance of her hair.
"You can be if you want to."
Even though he was the one holding her in his arms, his gaze involuntarily followed her. His voice was soft, yet it contained a subtle certainty.
I think so too.
Damn, that's so stupid.
But it's good that you can do it.
It was as if I was eating an ice cream cone in a daze when I suddenly bit into the small tip of chocolate.
A sweet feeling spread through her heart, melting away like delicate threads. For a moment, she had nothing else to say, so Wanzi looked up and pecked his lips.
Just as they were about to kiss, she suddenly froze—
Someone came out of the room.
"leave."
Having clearly witnessed the whole thing, the younger brother rolled his eyes dramatically.
Holding his second Shiba Inu puppy in his arms, he even covered the dog's eyes, grabbed a chew toy, and quickly left, muttering to the puppy as he went.
"Look at me, I've been disgusted again just to get you this crappy toy..."
"Hey Liang Jingxing, let's go to Ocean Park this weekend. It'll be a farewell party for you two."
Seeing her younger brother like this made her want to laugh, and Wanzi just happened to catch him and tell him about the whole travel plan.
She paused, then her smile deepened, revealing a cunning and treacherous glint—
"Then could you help me put on some clothes? I want to take more photos that day."
Wan Zi felt that letting her younger brother move in for two months was both kind and unkind.
On the one hand, she didn't take a penny from him and ate and stayed for free; on the other hand, she took full advantage of him, making full use of his major in fashion design to ask him to come up with outfit ideas for her in different challenging situations.
According to his younger brother, he "has devoted all his learning to this cause."
"All the casual clothes are here, take a look."
Her younger brother's room used to be a walk-in closet, but she had so many clothes that there was nowhere to put them. They were all hanging on a freestanding mobile clothes rack and stacked in the corner of the living room.
With her left hand, she picked up a sleeveless linen vest dress, and with her right hand, she chose a navy blue jumpsuit. Wanzi looked up and asked for his opinion.
Which outfit do you think would be more suitable for Ocean Park?
"this."
While the younger brother was still thinking, Liang Jingming, who was watching from the side, pointed to the vest dress first.
"Really?" Wan Zi nodded earnestly, completely receptive to the lesson. "It seems this one is better."
Then, she picked up the jumpsuit next to the vest dress.
"Honey, I don't know how to put it more tactfully..."
She bit her lip, looking hesitant, and only looked up at the last half of the sentence.
Meeting Liang Jingming's stunned expression, her words were sincere, moving, and cruel—
"Aside from being exceptionally good at picking girlfriends, you have no taste whatsoever."
"..."
As if someone had poured a glass of cold water over his head, Liang Jingming's broad shoulders went limp, his lips pressed tightly together, utterly frustrated.
But Wan Zi was afraid he would really get angry, so she shook his hand playfully, and he immediately lost his composure. He could only try to make amends by habitually pushing his younger brother away: "What are you laughing at?"
"What does this have to do with me!"
Misfortune struck out of nowhere; Liang Jingxing shouldn't feel too wronged. Standing there casually, caught off guard, he stumbled headfirst into a pile of clothes: "She insulted you, not me—"
"Hey, what's this?"
Following his gaze, Wan Zi's smile froze on the spot.
"Ah...this one..."
"Holy crap... I've never worn one..."
If her younger brother hadn't accidentally discovered it, she would have almost forgotten that she had bought this skirt.
The skirt is 15 centimeters above the knee, featuring a classic light brown diamond pattern. The pleats are simple yet neatly folded.
Like a dried flower that has fallen from the pages of a book, it seems like an old friend has come back; its color has faded, but it has preserved the passage of time.
"I bought this seven years ago..."
She shook and rubbed the fabric in her hands, shaking her head and smiling with a touch of emotion: "This is my youth."
This dress is from Burberry and was the first luxury item she ever bought.
At that time, Wan Zi was eighteen years old and had been in Hong Kong for less than half a year. Every day she played a shabby supporting role in the bustling city, watching the elegant beauties come and go. She earned some pocket money through part-time jobs, and then she wanted to treat herself.
Bags were too expensive, shoes weren't durable, and accessories like earrings were too understated. Back in the days before Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book) and when fashion bloggers were called "it girls," she scoured every fashion magazine and trend blog, racking her brains with her extremely limited budget, trying to come up with the perfect combination, and finally settled on this skirt.
At that time, she had a beautiful dream: Burberry's check pattern didn't have a big logo, but it was recognizable, and those who knew would naturally understand. Moreover, when she wore it to school, she could just pair it with a t-shirt, which looked neither tacky nor deliberate, just like the term she had just learned from a fashion magazine, "effortless chic."
But she later realized that being vulgar is actually very difficult; it requires a lot of money to pointlessly and endlessly pile up.
Ordinary people who put on airs only appear poor and shabby.
Her "later" came very quickly.
To save money and because she was afraid of looking foolish, the 18-year-old still went to a British personal shopper, even though Burberry has several stores in Hong Kong.
She carefully measured her waist and knew that European sizes tend to run large, so she deliberately chose a size smaller, thinking she was fully prepared.
But when the package arrived, the person was still dumbfounded.
The dress was surprisingly the right size, and it didn't fit her at all.
The purchasing agent clearly stated that all goods are non-refundable and non-exchangeable.
She would never forget that night, locking herself in the cramped dorm bathroom, skipping dinner, and gritting her teeth as she put on that dress. Her lower abdomen ached terribly from the repeated contractions, making it impossible to zip up the zipper; if she tried too hard, it would get stuck in her flesh.
It hurts so much.
While trying on the dress, sweating profusely, Wanzi was lost in thought, wondering why no one felt sorry for Cinderella's two stepsisters. She simply couldn't fit into a dress, while they had to cut their feet to fit into the prince's shoes, resulting in lifelong disabilities.
All I want is a better life, why is it so difficult? I wasn't chosen by God, why is my fate so miserable?
越想越生气，手上动作越来越快，拉链在拉扯中迸出嘶哑响声，几乎如钻木取火般有了热意。
下一秒，她的心突然空了——
拉链头脱离轨道，被紧握在手里。
半裙代替力竭的身体，缓缓落地。
厕所实在太小了，小到她面前就是半身镜。所以她能很清楚地看见，镜子里那个女孩的不甘与眼泪。
那些痴迷于比较不同品牌历史的夜晚，那些偷偷搜索“burberry算几线奢侈”的记录，那些在杂志上发现好看搭配折起的书页……
仿佛幻化为一记记耳光，一下下扇在脸上，在热血上涌的间隙，响亮又用力地告诉她——
这世上最奢侈的莫过于时间，而你的时间不值钱。
无论买什么用什么穿什么，你的人生不会有任何实质性改变。
“怎么了你？”
裙还是那条裙，景已不是那片景。
弟弟的手在面前晃，万姿回过神来。
不可能知道前因后果，他只是单纯热心肠又天真，找来白衬衫和德比鞋，都是略带俏皮的学院风，递到她面前。
“这样搭就很好，你去试试吧。”
“算了……我太久没穿了……”
本能想拒绝，万姿攥紧了裙子，下意识摸到一个硬物。
那个拉链头。
扯下这玩意儿的那晚，她在厕所坐了一夜，第二天顶着黑眼圈找到铺头，重新装上拉链。
可从那之后，她就没再试过这条裙子。但同时，也没想过把它扔掉。
就像对待青涩岁月，她只是把它尘封在过往的最深处。
向前走，不回头。
“姿姐，你是担心你穿不上啊？”
看她犹犹豫豫，弟弟窃笑起来。
他一惊一乍非常欠打，勾得梁景明也歪头看她——
“实话实说，你比上大学时胖了多少？”
“我现在更瘦好不好！”
这话万姿就不爱听了，一把抢过上衣和鞋：“试就试！”
换裙子的厕所很宽敞，与七年前相比大相径庭。唯有镜子仍是最忠实的观众，映照出一路走来的痕迹。
马甲线取代了婴儿肥，膝盖曲起会有漂亮直角，翘得刚刚好的蜜桃臀下，是双玉琢般长而笔直的腿。
万姿不信现在还是穿不上这裙子，更不信什么“美而不自知”——
她太清楚如今她有多好看。
因为是她一点一点，把自己从平庸中雕刻出来的。
可刚把裙子拉到腰，万姿还是惊到了。
这是一种很奇妙的感觉，说不上坏也说不上好。仿佛买个魔方摆在家中，每日随便转几下，不看攻略，不看图纸。
然而有天突然发现，这个魔方竟然六面还原了。
裙子，竟然大了。
“梁景行，这件有点大，你有空帮我改改。”
“姐姐啊，跟你说过多少次了！”听到万姿呼唤，弟弟哀叫起来，“我读的是服装设计不是裁缝——”
然而厕所门一开，他猛地站起来：“哇！”
“好看吗。”
才不管弟弟，用别针暂时收了后腰，万姿直接奔到梁景明面前。
仰头看着他笑，满意地看他满目惊讶，最喜欢说不出话的他。
这个男人向来不善言辞，因为心潮起伏有时会更沉默。可他其实不用张嘴，他那双眼睛已经吐露了太多。
仿佛两簇带火的锚，勾入以她为名的深海。
百褶裙青春无敌，令她腿露了大半，可他只一眼扫过，便盯着她的脸看。
沾了点点委屈的控诉意味，开口时更令她心柔——
“你还说你不是女孩。”
“好吧，你说是就是。”
忍不住张开双臂揽住他，万姿在他怀里藏住笑。
他说完“女孩”顿了一下，生生吞了那个“子”。
她的男孩如此可爱，被纠正过就会改。
“好看，真的好看。”
太习惯万姿穿各类正装，弟弟眼睛都直了。
甚至顾不上吐槽他们秀恩爱，一脸难以置信：“你是不是这七年，就没什么变化？”
“不，我变了很多。”万姿笑起来。
世间就是这样无常，曾经令人难过的事，总有一天也会令人开怀吐露——
“我以前好胖腿好粗，这条裙子都穿不进去……”
“然后就开始减肥嘛，跑步跑到半月板损伤，不吃晚饭还低血糖……我有次走火入魔，还打过小诊所的瘦腿针，当时觉得一点变化没有，现在想想真是后怕，没出医疗事故已经很好了……”
“而且减肥只是第一步，瘦下来之后你会想要腿更瘦更白，最快速的方法就是脱毛……我跟你讲，你们男的不会懂蜜蜡脱毛有多痛，当那张蜡纸突然从大腿内侧撕走的时候，你会觉得灵魂也一起飞走了……”
“真的吗？”弟弟眉毛越抬越高，简直快飞进头发，“有这么痛？”
“不信是吧？我那还有一大堆蜡纸，你要不要试——”
正讲得眉飞色舞，万姿突然瞥到梁景明的表情。
相比弟弟，他像往常一样沉默，却也蕴着反常。
仍上勾唇角，眸色却已然变得寂静。涌动着不知什么情绪，因为视线全落在她身上，长睫毛低垂着，投掷下复杂的影。
刚才被她骂是假生气，但现在听她快快乐乐地讲，却是真伤心。
她顿时说不下去了，因为知道他在想什么。
因为他人生中任何不如意，再细枝末节，再无关紧要，一样会揪起她的怜惜。
“你们两个生来好看，所以可能体会不了我的感觉。”
沉默了一阵，万姿笑了笑。
口吻是对着两兄弟，可只盯着梁景明轻声说。
“大家都说少女是花期，是最美的，可我不一样。我年轻时，整个人是灰扑扑的。”
“一直要尝试改变，又不得章法。因为根本就不起眼，甚至改变了没人发现。”
“那时候，连我都不喜欢我自己……”缓缓摇头，她眼里戏谑杂糅着落寞，“如果你遇到七年前的我，你肯定不会和我交往。”
“会的。”
“不用安慰我啦。”他说得再诚恳，她还是不买账。
“你没有见过十八岁的我，你想象不了我有多拧巴。”越说越觉荒诞，越荒诞越想笑，“天天想花钱又没有钱，不想被人看扁又不够有本事，自尊心虚荣心又特别旺盛，你真的不会喜欢那时的我，实在太讨——”
“会的。”
梁景明很少这么打断她，可神情又毫不激烈。很沉静，也很笃定。
“你再讨厌也没关系。”
望进她眼里去，他勾起唇角。
“谁叫我没品味，只会挑女朋友呢。”
万姿怔住。
明明站在客厅面对一堆衣服，她却感觉转瞬置身其他空间。
阳光很烈，树影斑驳，胸臆似乎有火在烧，比蝉鸣更骚动的噪。
心跳得剧烈，她揉弄着百褶裙裾。而她身边站的男孩，把她的动作尽收眼底。
她仿佛重回七年前的夏天，十八岁的大学校园。
只不过此时，身边多了一个人。
“如果蜜蜡脱毛很痛的话，你可以不弄。”
拖住她的手，男孩声音很轻：“我无所谓。”
“没事，我现在都用激光脱了。”
故意不想看梁景明，极力掩饰情绪，她看向早已走到远处头也不抬，看似全神贯注帮她选配饰的弟弟。
关键时刻，嘻嘻哈哈的他，永远比任何人都敏感识趣。
“也不能说不痛吧，激光脱毛比蜜蜡脱毛贵多了。腿不痛，心在痛。”
交集百感涌上心头，她最终付之一笑。
“谢谢你的好意，但我不能不弄。”
“你无所谓我有所谓，我是为了我自己开心。”
她说不出来那种感觉，那种永远渴望更好的感觉。
青春之于她，就仿佛苏联解体。
有句话是这么说的：谁不怀念以前的苏联，谁没有良心；谁想恢复以前的苏联，谁没有脑子。
无关大腿，无关审美，她这种人注定是不知餍足的无脚鸟，永远在世俗海洋寻找更高的落脚点。
不筋疲力竭，就永不停歇。
她说不出来，但梁景明懂的。
否则他也不会笑得无奈，在万姿手背轻轻一吻。嘴唇至柔至软，声音低得近乎喃喃。
“thats my girl.”
他实在太含蓄，有些话借外文的壳，反而才能说出口，比如——
这才是我的女孩。
无论你多乖戾多不讨人喜欢，你才是我的女孩。
“去海洋公园那天，我会穿这条百褶裙。”
心头仿佛有蓓蕾绽放，颤巍巍地沐浴阳光。
She was already head over heels in love, yet she could never get enough of looking at him. She wrapped her arms around Liang Jingming's shoulders and whispered in his ear.
"You can wear that sweater that you were originally going to give to your younger brother. It's a matching color with mine, so how about that?"
"I've never told you, but you look especially good in that dress."
"But--"
"There's no 'but'." Wan Zi knew why Liang Jingming hesitated.
He was still determined to give the sweater to his younger brother, and had already secretly put it in his brother's suitcase.
She had already discovered it, and she would never allow him to do that.
Anyway, I only went on a date with the boy who was wearing that camel sweater that day.
With an air of nonchalance, Wan Zi leisurely blew on her nail.
"Whether you wear it or not is up to you."
"……All right."
When he was at his wit's end with her, his thick eyebrows would droop slightly. A sense of defeat would linger, yet he would still laugh heartily.
She knew she had won, and happily threw herself into his arms—
"Good girl."
That's my boy.

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