One night's stand isn't enough, let's have multiple nights! 10

The old man shifted his gaze from me, looked out the window, slowly took a sip of his wine, and said, "We're old now. Xiao Ke is my only daughter. Our only wish is to see her live a peaceful and happy life, get married, and live a harmonious life. Do you know that what you feel for Xiao Ke—what you call love—is actually harming her? If you truly want what's best for her, let her go and stop bothering her." Was the old man pleading? I don't know if it was advice or not, but I was just hot-blooded at the time. I snatched the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from the old man's hand, tilted my head back and took a big gulp, and said, "Uncle, I know your whole family hates me now, but do you know how Xiao Ke feels? She's been looking for someone she likes and who likes her back, but by the time she found him, it was too late. If I had to say she made a mistake, it would be that she had a little more patience. My mistake is that I met Xiao Ke too late. Your current son-in-law, in my opinion, is a scoundrel with no character. What does he take Xiao Ke for? Just a vase in the house, a beautiful decoration. Xiao Ke is just to satisfy his desire to show off and his vanity. I can say this: if one day I had to trade my life for Xiao Ke's, I wouldn't even blink. But if your son-in-law had to trade his life for Xiao Ke's, you'll see, he'll run faster than a rabbit."

The old man shook his head and said, "Young man, you're wrong. It's easy to die for someone, especially at your age. It's hard to cherish someone for a lifetime. You're still infatuated with Xiao Ke right now, and you'd probably do anything for her. Do you know if you'll still have the same feelings for Xiao Ke in 5 or 10 years?" I said, "I will for a lifetime." The old man looked at me and smiled, then stood up to leave. I said, "Won't you eat something?" The old man said, "Since that's the case, I think it's easier for you not to see her than to die for her. If you really love her that much, you should think more about her. We older generation can't control your relationship." I stood up and said, "You don't need to blame Xiao Ke. It was me who kept bothering her." The old man said, "You don't need to make excuses for anyone. Xiao Ke is my daughter. No matter what happens, we will definitely side with her. But I'm not senile. There's a saying you should know: it takes two to tango."

My conversation with the old man made me realize that my sister's family didn't seem to dislike me that much. It's a pity the situation isn't like a son-in-law visiting his family. After leaving the restaurant, I wandered aimlessly through the streets. I received a call from the big boss, asking how my illness was. I said I had just come from the hospital and it was nothing serious, just a cold. I thought that even though it was just a polite inquiry, it was better to have someone care than to be ignored. But how was I going to get through the night? I used to fill my free time by messing around and chasing girls. Ever since my relationship with my sister deepened, even when we didn't see each other, I was always planning where we would go to have fun when we met. Whether it was fantasizing about a romantic encounter one night or planning a romantic night with my sister, I had something to look forward to every night. I've never felt like this before, not knowing how I would get through the night alone. I tried hard to suppress the urge to call Iceberg and thought about doing something healthy.

My sister's departure was a foregone conclusion, a result I felt powerless to change. But accepting it was too painful. Her days of being close to me were numbered; the time that followed would be like a death row inmate waiting to die. What I couldn't bear was the possibility that I might never see her again before she left. Thinking this, I turned and slowly walked towards my sister's house.

From downstairs, I saw their lights were on. I sneaked upstairs and could hear a lively commotion inside. I listened carefully for a long time but didn't hear my sister's voice. Realizing it wasn't good to just stand there, I went downstairs and sat down on the green space in the community. I thought to myself, "Sister, I'm only 30 meters away from you now. I wonder if this counts as being with you." It was completely dark now. The elderly people taking their walks and the Pekingese dogs going for their strolls had all gone home. I lit a cigarette and softly sang a tuneless song, constantly encouraging myself that what I was doing was meaningful.

The phone rang again. It was Lao Pei calling, telling me that he and his wife were both in Beijing and that I had to come out and hang out with them, whether I was free or not. He urged me to bring my sister-in-law along. I thought to myself, "He really knows how to rub salt in the wound," and said, "I might be the only one coming today. My wife is away on a business trip. Where do you want to go?" Lao Pei consulted his wife and then suggested we go to Sanlitun to rip me off. I laughed and said, "That's where foreign farmers gather. I'll take you to a more cultured place, like Houhai, where it's authentic Beijing." Lao Pei said, "No way. We prefer to hang out where foreign farmers hang out." I said, "Okay, I'll come pick you up."

On the taxi ride from the New Qiao Hotel to Sanlitun, Lao Pei said, "Just got off work? New suit, huh? You look quite presentable in a suit." I replied, "Of course! I didn't wear one back then, but you didn't ask me to be your best man because you were afraid I'd overshadow you, you sleazy little man!" Lao Pei's wife said, "Why are you two still so talkative? You're all grown up." I said, "Who told him to attack me first?" We wandered around North Street for a long time, and Lao Pei said, "Let's just find a place to sit." I said, "How about we check out South Street?" After we walked around for a while, Lao Pei said, "This is boring, nothing like Shanghai." I said, "See? I knew your taste all along. Let's go to Houhai. I guarantee there's no place this nice in Shanghai." Lao Pei, looking dumbfounded, said, "Damn it, why is this place so famous?"

After sitting down by Houhai Lake, Lao Pei's wife looked curiously at the red lanterns around them and the tourist boats on Houhai Lake, exclaiming that this place was really nice. Lao Pei secretly pointed at his wife and whispered, "How is it? I told you she's been dressing up lately, she looks better than before, right?" I said, "Damn it, you're heartless! Your wife hasn't even complained about you getting old yet!" Lao Pei chuckled and said, "Oh, you're talking like a hypocrite now, I didn't realize. But your wife is pretty strict, she must be controlling you half to death, haha." I smiled bitterly and said, "You don't know, we might have to break up." Lao Pei and his wife immediately became nervous and asked me what was going on. I lied and said it was because my sister was going to study in Japan, and I figured we'd be done for once she left. Lao Pei's wife enthusiastically asked when she would be back, since we weren't leaving until the day after tomorrow. She said, "Why don't you think of women as so unstable? I think that young lady is really interested in you, you're too pessimistic." I said, "Let's not talk about this tonight, we can talk about it later. We're not completely done for yet."

Old Pei maliciously suggested, "Punch a small hole in the condom, let your wife get pregnant. Maybe the girl won't be able to bear the abortion and will marry you and have the baby." Old Pei's wife immediately smacked him, yelling, "You beast, you never give good advice, you're just talking nonsense!" Old Pei dodged and argued, "I'm doing this for my brother's good! I'm a man of high moral character!" Watching the couple bickering, I took a big gulp of beer and said, "Good idea, but I never use condoms, haha..."

I applied to the company to personally lead a team on a recent big case, but the big boss told me I should focus on managing all cases and then ruthlessly rejected me. I sheepishly returned to my office, sat down, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly at a pile of resignation letters. Pudding, that clueless kid, came in and asked how I was going to spend the National Day holiday, saying several of the brothers had nowhere to go and wanted me to organize some fun!

I glanced at the calendar; there were only 8 days left until the holiday. In previous years, I would have already been hopping around the office, recruiting people everywhere. I told Pudding that some relatives might be coming during the holiday, so I couldn't go. Seeing Pudding's slightly disappointed look, I patted him on the shoulder and asked how things were going with Meatball Girl. Pudding excitedly told me that he had just met his father-in-law last week, and his father-in-law had agreed to help them with the down payment for a house. I guessed that he and Meatball Girl would get married after the New Year. I joked, "So, will you still be chasing girls after that?" Pudding looked at my expression and, realizing that I wasn't teasing him, gave a sly smile and said, "I do want to, but now I have to feed my wife breakfast and midnight snacks. I'm terrified." I said, "You'd better watch your back." Just then, someone came to me to sign the annual leave form. I looked at Pudding, who looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, and thought to myself, "These two have actually managed to get married. It's really rare."

The extension phone rang, and the receptionist said someone was looking for me. I figured it was probably one of my cronies passing by on business and wanting to mooch a meal, so I grumbled and told them to come into my office. But it was Halen who walked in! Seeing my sister, still smiling mischievously as always, I almost thought I was hallucinating. When I came to my senses, the first thing I did was close the door and hug my sister tightly, afraid she would vanish like air in front of me.

We started kissing passionately in the office. I whispered in my sister's ear, "Are you not leaving?" She shook her head and told me she was leaving the day after tomorrow and had come to say goodbye. I nodded and suggested we have lunch together. She said she could stay out all afternoon. I asked how she managed to get that permission, and she said she told him she came to see me one last time. As she said this, her smile faded, and she buried her face in my shoulder and started sobbing. I said, "Baby, let's go out to eat, okay?" She asked, "And then?" I said, "And then you'll spend the afternoon with me." I didn't want to go back to the company either. After my sister calmed down, I opened the door and was shocked to see all the guys scattering from the entrance. I asked in astonishment, "Are you all fucking peeping tom?" Pudding was among them. When he suddenly saw my sister, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. Looking at Meatball Girl next to him, he swallowed the nonsense he was about to say. I asked the administration department for an afternoon off. The young female administrator asked with a smile what naughty things I was going to do again. I impatiently said that I had something to do and was going to accompany someone to get an abortion. She asked if I wanted to come with her to the gynecology department for an internship. The young female administrator blushed.

I pulled my sister to the company entrance, then stopped and said I'd wait five minutes. I ran to the administration office and borrowed the company's digital camera. I had Pudding take several photos of my sister and me together, and I took a few more of my sister's photos myself. I saved the photos to my own computer and also made a backup in my own folder on the company server. My sister cooperated silently beside me. While fiddling with the computer, I said to my sister, "Honey, we've never taken a photo together, have we? I don't have any individual photos of you either. This is your last memento, okay?" As I finished speaking, I saw tears welling up in my sister's eyes. I quickly tried to cheer her up by secretly saying, "I'll look at your photos and masturbate from now on." My sister smiled at me through her tears and said, "We can even have passionate phone calls! You can listen to me moan while you masturbate!"

We went to McDonald's across the street and got something to eat, but neither of us had an appetite. With my sister almost out of sight, I couldn't say anything. We looked at each other as if trying to etch each other's images into our memories forever. My sister sighed and said she had planned to spend our last afternoon together happily, but seeing me made her want to cry. I told her not to blame herself, that it was my fault, and that if I had made up my mind to win her over earlier, things wouldn't be like this today. I should have won her over before her wedding. Seeing her sadness, I changed the subject, asking her why the traitor was so generous today. My sister pouted and said, "No way! He just knew I was coming out to meet him today!" "You must be feeling even worse inside, that's why you don't care," I said. "Damn it, we have to be happy and not let them get away with it. By the way, what did your dad say about me later?" My sister said, "Why do you want to know so much? It doesn't matter anyway." I said, "I'm still waiting for you to divorce that traitor to please your father-in-law. How can it not matter?" My sister laughed and told me that when the old man went back, he didn't say anything to me directly, but he didn't continue to blame me. I said, "See? The old man is so good at judging people. He knew I was the one he could control." My sister said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Where should we go later? I wonder if the bar where we first met is still open." I said, "I've never been there before. Let's go check it out first!"

As we stepped outside, my sister gripped my hand tightly, murmuring that she didn't know how long I would remember her. I replied that it would probably last until I died. She then asked if I hated her. I gently patted her head and told her I was truly grateful to her. I said I had always thought I would never experience love, but everything between us proved that I was still someone who understood love, at least a kind-hearted beast. My sister smiled bitterly and told me not to talk about myself like that, saying I wasn't a beast and that I was inherently kind. I said, "What good is kindness?" Thinking I couldn't let my sister be sad any longer, I shut up and started looking for empty taxis. My sister tugged at my hand and asked, "Can you kiss me?" I turned around, embraced her, and gently put my arm around her waist in the lonely autumn sunlight. My sister placed her hands on my shoulders, and we began to kiss passionately on the side of Chang'an Avenue at one o'clock in the afternoon. I used to often put on kiss shows with girls in crowded places, but that was just a way to conquer girls and satisfy my own desire for self-expression. Today's passionate kiss in the street was a declaration to Halen. What I wanted to say was, you are my first love, even though I'm about to lose you.

Once in the car, my sister clung tightly to my chest, staring silently out the window. Suddenly, she called for the driver to stop. Thinking she wanted to walk around, I paid and got out with her. She pulled me by the hand and led me back. I asked what was wrong, and she smiled meaningfully, pointing to a wedding photography studio in the distance. She said, "I want to take wedding photos with you."

Upon entering the studio, a chubby woman in a uniform greeted us warmly, asking if we wanted wedding photos or artistic portraits. My sister and I exchanged a glance and said together, "Wedding photos, of course!" The woman immediately congratulated us, saying that with the National Day holiday approaching, the studio was having a promotion with several packages on sale. I thought to myself, "Congratulations my foot!" but politely said, "Could you please introduce us to some of the packages?"

After sitting down at the reception desk, the chubby girl took out several large notebooks, spread them all over the table, and started chattering incessantly about how good this was and how good that was. I listened patiently for a while, then started picking on the models in the sample photos, finding them all heavily made up and vulgar. The girl over there had already ordered a mid-range set and looked up to ask for my opinion. I nodded without even looking at the sample photos. The chubby girl said, "Okay, you can register first and then schedule a time when it's convenient for you." I said, "No need, we want to shoot today." The chubby girl said, "But the store is fully booked for outdoor shoots today, and we don't have a car." I said, "Outdoor shoots don't matter, I want to shoot today." The chubby girl looked at me with difficulty and said, "Let me discuss it with the manager." I pretended to look at my watch and said, "Then hurry up, I have to catch a flight tonight." Two minutes later, the chubby girl came back and said, "We can shoot today, and do the outdoor shoot another day." I said, "Okay, let's start now."

My sister looked even more beautiful in her bridal makeup than on her own wedding day. We chose a mermaid-style wedding dress, while I spent ages picking out a few suitable tattered dresses. In the studio, the photographer said, "You two are such a perfect match! How long have you known each other?" I blurted out, "Over twenty years!" After a few shots, the photographer said, "You two don't feel right. This won't look good." He then gave us a bunch of beautiful blessings, telling us to imagine them, supposedly to help us get into the mood. Unfortunately, I just couldn't get into character. Finally, the photographer said, "How about I take a break and you two get into the mood? Call me when you're ready." I still felt it was a waste to let you two, who were so well-matched, fool us. I gratefully said thank you. The photographer smiled, took the cigarette I offered, and left, closing the door behind him. My sister gently came over, cupped my face, and said, "Don't be sad. I've learned to cook authentic Japanese food these past few years. I'll cook it for you when I come back!"

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