Beijing Stories (Repost) 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

I've never liked Beijing's summers, yet they're the longest.
It's We broke up in late autumn; how many more late autumns must I wait before
I find him again?

That day, a friend invited me to a building materials exhibition. This friend is a real estate developer
, and he hoped I would cooperate with him. I wasn't interested, but I had to give him face. After the social event, I didn't
leave immediately but wandered around the exhibition hall. It was a large exhibition, with many foreign and joint-venture
companies exhibiting. I really liked some of the booth designs; although I'm not an expert, I found them interesting.

My eyes scanned aimlessly, and suddenly, I was drawn to three men. It was at a
Japanese company's booth; a foreigner was talking to two Chinese men. The one on the left was a short
, middle-aged man, and the boy in the middle—no! That man looked so much like Lan Yu!! My heart pounded, and even
breathing became difficult.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, which accentuated his tall, well-proportioned figure. His hair had been cut
short, making him look nothing like the boy he used to be; he'd lost some of his innocence but gained a more mature
charm. They didn't seem to be speaking Chinese; Lan Yu was even translating for the middle-aged man from time to time. He
seemed relaxed and easygoing. Because I was too far away, I couldn't see his face clearly, but I
knew it was Lan Yu.

I moved forward a bit, using a pillar of a booth as cover, to observe him. They stopped
talking , the foreigner and the middle-aged man left, and he turned and went inside the booth, standing behind the information desk. He
took out a bottle of mineral water, opened it, and took a sip. A very pretty girl stood beside him; he
was talking to her, and she smiled. They were chatting, and the girl's eyes kept lingering on his face
. I remembered that he used to be uncomfortable around girls, but now he was so at ease and composed. A little while later
, the middle-aged man returned, giving them instructions and patting Lan Yu on the shoulder. I felt very
uncomfortable watching him. Then Lan Yu and the middle-aged man seemed to be leaving together. I instinctively stepped
out ; they were walking towards me… In that instant, our eyes met. Lan Yu
was stunned. He hadn't changed at all; he was still as handsome as ever. His eyes were full of surprise, but it was quickly
replaced by something—pain, hatred? He showed no expression, looked away from me, and strode
forward .

I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. I composed myself and quickly walked towards the gate
. I ran to the parking lot and sent the driver who had brought me back. I got into the car, my eyes fixed on
Lan Yu and the middle-aged man. They got into a rather luxurious Japanese car and drove off, and I followed closely behind
. My mind was a mess. Where were they going? The middle-aged man looked like a Japanese man;
what was their relationship? The car stopped at the "Tianhua" building, where there were
several office buildings, most of which were rented by foreign companies' offices in Beijing. I watched them get out of the car together and
walk into the building. It was an office building; it seemed they were just boss and employee. I
felt a little calmer. I waited in the car, but I didn't know what to wait for. Around five o'clock,
people started leaving the building—a truly beautiful sight, with so many pretty girls and
boys gathered there. I carefully observed each boy who came out, but I didn't spot Lan Yu.
Around six o'clock, he came out. He had changed out of his suit, wearing dress pants and a simple crew-neck
vest . He wasn't carrying anything and hurried out. I was glad I was driving the company's black
Audi that day; I could follow him closely. He arrived at the '011' bus stop, stood in the crowd waiting for the bus,
checked his watch, and then glanced into the distance.

Watching him, my heart was filled with a jumble of emotions, I didn't know what to feel! I once gave him
the life of a Chinese "aristocrat," showering him with wealth and luxury, even gifting him a mansion. But in the end,
he wanted nothing, cared for nothing. When I callously abandoned him, he cruelly returned it all to
me, leaving me no peace of mind. He stood there, just like an ordinary Beijing resident,
only his handsome figure and striking face stood out.

I followed the minibus Lan Yu was riding in, slowly moving forward. He changed buses once
, finally arriving at a residential compound belonging to "Qinghe." He bought some tomatoes and other things at the entrance,
then went into the gate of a dormitory building. I drove to the gate and, through the tinted glass, noted down
the number. I wanted to go in and find him, but I lacked the courage. Yet, I didn't want to go back just like that.

So I stayed in the car, watching the lights come on in each apartment, guessing which room belonged to Lan Yu.
Then , two men walked out of the gate; I was certain one of them was Lan Yu. In the twilight, I couldn't make out
the man's face. He wore glasses, looked refined, and was perhaps a few years older than Lan Yu. They
went into the courtyard, and the stranger opened his bicycle. Lan Yu stood quite close to him, and the boy seemed
to squeeze Lan Yu's hand briefly before riding off and disappearing into the night. Lan Yu stood there, stunned, for a
minute or two before going into the building...

For days, I was restless. I wanted to see him, but I didn't have the courage. I thought carefully about
the scene of our eye contact that day. Did he hate me? Did he despise me? He seemed to be doing well, with a good job
and "friends." I shouldn't bother him; he didn't need me at all.

I had to go find him because I needed him!

At five o'clock in the afternoon, I first went to the "Tianhua" building and watched Lan Yu and several colleagues come
out . I didn't greet him but drove straight to "Qinghe." I parked my car and stood in
front of the staff quarters waiting for him. I waited for a long time, until it was completely dark and close to nine o'clock. I remembered that
extraordinary night, when I anxiously awaited his return in the "temporary village."

He finally came back, and as he prepared to enter the building, he noticed me not far away and paused for a moment:

"Handong?" His voice sounded somewhat ethereal.

"..." I looked at him in the darkness.

"When did you arrive? How did you know I was here?" he asked.

"I've been here for a while," I said softly.

"..." We were both at a loss for words.

"Is something the matter?" he spoke first.

"It's nothing! Just looking at you!" His question chilled me to the bone, but I felt a bit calmer.

We stood there awkwardly until someone came out of the doorway, and Lan Yu
greeted .

"Come in and sit for a while!" I couldn't tell if he was being sincere or just being polite.

I followed him into the building, and he stopped to open the door to the middle unit on the third floor. It was a very small
two-bedroom apartment. The small living room had a simple dining table and a few chairs. One bedroom
door was closed, and in the other room, there was a double bed, two tables, a bookshelf, and some
suitcases. The room wasn't big, but it was clean, and the simple furniture gave it a fresh and elegant feel.

"Is this apartment rented?" I asked. "

Yes, it's rented. It's only one bedroom and one living room; the other room belongs to the landlord."

"Is it an empty room?" "

They said the landlord went abroad, and it's quite difficult to rent one!"

We sat in the foyer, and I looked at him, but he avoided my gaze.

"Would you like some water?" he broke the silence.

“I’m not thirsty!”

He turned and went to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of beer. “This is all I have!” he said with a smile
as he opened the bottles. He suddenly stopped.

“Oh right, you’re driving, I forgot.” He smiled at me.

He went back into the room, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed it to me.

“You don’t smoke?” I asked, knowing he wasn’t a heavy smoker. “You know
I’m not addicted,” he said. It seemed to be someone else’s cigarettes.

I didn’t touch the pack, but looked at him.

“You seem to be doing well!” I said.

“Not bad!” He stared at me frankly, as if to tell me he was doing well.

“How’s your business?” he asked with a smile

. “So-so.”

“Is Mom in good health?” His voice was flat, sounding like a businessperson.

“Good!” I smiled back, adopting a business-like air.

...

We exchanged some more casual greetings, and I got up to leave.

“Can I have your phone number?” I mustered my courage to ask.

He took a business card from his desk. “You can call me if you need anything,” he said.

As we went downstairs, he suddenly asked me, "Do you have children?"

"No!" I didn't tell him that I was already divorced, and we didn't say anything more after that.

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