One Night in Beijing [Author Unknown] [The End]

For Duan Chun, it was just another ordinary day until he got home from work.

Organizing documents, joking with colleagues, accompanying his boss to meet a client for lunch—Chongqing hotpot, of course.

The spiciness was undeniably exhilarating, though he knew he might have a rough time in the bathroom tomorrow.

Exiting Xizhimen subway station, he stopped by the nearby market and bought two pieces of tofu and ground beef.

Why not go all out? Since he'd already had such a spicy lunch, he figured he might as well have Mapo Tofu for dinner.

But when he opened the door, he found the atmosphere a little strange.

His girlfriend, Bai Feng, was sitting on the sofa, legs apart, leaning forward, hands supporting her head, her shoulders twitching.

A pile of tissues lay in front of her.

Seeing this man's lack of reaction, Duan Chun figured his girlfriend was probably from an arranged marriage or bought from human traffickers.

Duan Chun knew their relationship was based on free choice.

"I'm home!...What's wrong with you?"

Bai Feng looked up, her eyes like two overripe, dripping peaches.

"I...I'm fine...I watched a heartbreaking story."

"I knew it...these days, tissue manufacturers should thank these TV drama producers; they've contributed so much to their sales." Duan Chun waved the item in his hand. "I'll go change and cook dinner first, then we'll watch a comedy tonight to soothe your nerves." Although he hadn't paid much attention, he seemed to see Bai Feng raise a hand out of the corner of his eye.

Taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table, he took off his shirt and jeans, changed into sweatpants, and stretched.

Looking down, he noticed something sticking out from under the bed.

It was a few sheets of printed paper.

Seeing the contents, he seemed to understand something.

These things weren't supposed to be placed so far out—

was this why Bai Feng was crying?

Duan Chun almost laughed for a moment, and remembering where the writing on the paper came from, he wanted to laugh even more.

"Heaven is jealous of talent! This is the last day of my life, Hong Qi, the most handsome man of my generation. I absolutely cannot accept this heartbreak!" "Hahaha, I knew Jacky Cheung should use that sarcastic facial expression from 'As Tears Go By' here!" No matter how many times Duan Chun watched "The Eagle Shooting Heroes," he could still laugh until he was internally injured.

Yesterday, Bai Feng was the same.

But today she was really acting strangely.

She devoured more than half of a large plate of Mapo Tofu by herself, and that didn't even include how much rice she ate.

Duan Chun felt he couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore.

"Damn, what kind of tragedy is this that makes you so depressed? Why don't you introduce it to me so I can see it too?" "Actually... it's nothing, don't ask, really." Bai Feng pulled out another tissue, this time to wipe her mouth.

"Your face is almost like a cat's." Duan Chun turned his girlfriend's head a bit forcefully and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

—Okay, this kiss tasted like Pixian Doubanjiang (Sichuan chili bean paste).

Bai Feng looked at Duan Chun and blinked twice.

"--Why must you like a woman?

--And why hide it?"

He continued to penetrate her from behind, his movements so intense that the lubricant seemed to be drying out.

Yes, they were connected in the most intimate way.

But even so, there seemed to be something between them.

That guy was getting married, to a woman.

Lu Ming didn't want to imagine how much pain that woman would suffer, because he was probably in more pain than her now.

He could only continue to relax his body and cater to his lover.

Maybe it was the so-called lover—"

Even lying in bed, Bai Feng still couldn't sleep.

The things written on those few sheets of paper kept playing back in her ears like a tape recorder.

Her boyfriend was reading BL literature, and hiding it under the bed, obviously not wanting her to know.

Was he gay?

But he hadn't neglected her either.

Was it acting? Or something else?

Would she end up like that woman destined to live a life of widowhood?

Or had he already…

And speaking of which, Duan Chun's somewhat scholarly image was probably exactly… Bai Feng turned over again, lying back to her boyfriend.

However, a hand grasped her wrist,

slowly guiding it until it touched something hard.

Bai Feng shifted her body.

"I...'m not in the mood today."

"You saw that thing I threw under the bed, didn't you?"

Duan Chun's voice was quite muffled in the darkness.

Bai Feng shifted again, remaining silent.

"You really think I hid it there? And...well, let me prove I don't like men first before we talk about what's going on." From childhood, Bai Feng had always had the nickname "Flat-chested Princess."

It referred to her bust size.

However, Duan Chun claimed to prefer flat-chested women.

Every time his hands swept across her flat chest, he seemed quite excited.

Just a little while ago, Bai Feng thought he was projecting a certain man onto her.

Chest, neck, ears, back.

But she still wasn't really interested.

"Grandma... if I really liked men, how could I get hard right now, right? -- Be gentle!" Bai Feng took a deep breath, suddenly rolled over, and grabbed Duan Chun's crotch.

"Explain what happened to me first, then we'll talk about other things!"

"Okay, okay... let go and I'll tell you!"

"Actually, just last week, do you remember the day I came back half-drunk in the early morning... I went out with Young Master Lin." Bai Feng nodded. Young Master Lin was their friend, a freelance writer by day, but he ended up with this nickname.

"Go on."

"That day, I don't know what got into him, he insisted on writing a novel about homosexuality. Then he said he'd treat me to drinks over the weekend, and I let that bastard trick me into going..." ...

No one knew how Sanlitun, a place that was still a rural area before the founding of the People's Republic of China, suddenly became a landmark of Beijing's nightlife.

Drinking wasn't wrong, but this hidden little bar made Duan Chun feel very uncomfortable.

The blinding lights, the ear-piercing music, and the blatantly masculine gender imbalance all reminded Duan Chun of what this bar was all about.

"Hey, wanna grab a drink?"

A well-built man approached, casually resting his upper body on the bar.

His eyes were fixed on them, the emotion in them leaving Duan Chun speechless.

"Sorry, this is a private matter." Lin Gongzi's smile was inscrutable.

"Then

I'll leave you alone." "What the hell did you bring me to the gay bar for?!" After the man left, Duan Chun cursed in his friend's ear at the lowest possible volume.

"I told you I'm doing research these next few days," Lin Gongzi said, taking a sip of his dry martini.

"Can't you come by yourself?!"

"It's safer with two people."

"Are you afraid of being drugged or something?"

"Didn't you say you don't discriminate against homosexuals?"

"I never said I wanted men to stare at me lecherously!" "That's why I asked you to come... I went to Dongdan Park the day before yesterday, walked around inside, and broke out in a cold sweat. The people inside have that kind of look in their eyes... or even crazier, the look of looking at prey." "So you really aren't unaware of fear." Duan Chun ordered two bottles of Heineken. "I suggest we leave quickly... Putting everything else aside, I'm hungry. Let's go for hot pot later, it's your treat." "I feel like if I say no, you might just take me right here." Young Master Lin played with the olive in his glass.

Not long after that night of feasting, Young Master Lin treated Duan Chun to another meal at a Huaiyang restaurant in Xizhimen.

Lion's head meatballs, braised eel in hot oil, braised dried bean curd, meat buns, and stinky mandarin fish.

For a carnivore like Duan Chun, this was naturally a dream come true. If it weren't for those few pages of paper...

Young Master Lin hadn't left the house for two days, relying on takeout to force himself to write a novel.

"Dude, it's finished. Take a look, after all, we're accomplices." Young Master Lin opened a bottle of Yanjing beer and pushed it in front of Duan Chun.

"Okay, okay, I know, what can I do, I'm beholden to his food..."

He did read it, but Duan Chun kept thinking about that night that gave him a headache.

After finishing, he casually tossed the manuscript under the bed.

Keeping it in front of him was upsetting, but throwing it in the shredder felt like betraying his friend's hard work.

He didn't expect Bai Feng to find it while cleaning today.

...

By the time Duan Chun finished speaking with a mournful face, Bai Feng was already rolling around laughing.

"Oh, that guy... next time I see him, I'm going to rip him off too, for what he did to you." "Yeah, thanks for understanding, wife." Duan Chun shook his head with a wry smile.

"But speaking of which... that guy wouldn't be..."

"If he were, he probably wouldn't have needed to call me to that kind of place for courage..." Duan Chun said, "Wife, I swear, if that guy really has any designs on my butt, I'll chop his thing up and feed it to the dogs..." "You should think about his future happiness and his lower body! -- Alright, it's time for you to pledge your loyalty --" Saying this, Bai Feng began to unbutton her pajamas one button at a time.

The night in Beijing was as peaceful as ever.

[The End]

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