"The Quiet Liao River of Childhood" - Chapter 119

After mailing the file to my mother, I began to work on whether Da Jiangkuai could be reinstated. With no social connections, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and ask my respected Queen, Fan Jing, for help.
I drove the car Her Majesty the Queen had given me, hesitating as I headed towards Fan Jing's house, gripping my cell phone and trying to gauge her tone, wondering if she was still angry with me: "Hello—my dearest Queen, are you still angry with me? Oh, let me come over, hurry over, okay, thank you, Your Majesty! I'll be there right away!"
Her Majesty the Queen finally calmed down, which made me overjoyed. After hanging up the phone, I looked closely and saw that the car had already habitually slid into that quiet street, and Fan Jing's villa was right in front of me.
Unwittingly, I glanced around at the so-called high-ranking cadre district, which was the envy of the entire city.
Late that night, after drinking, I rushed to Fan Jing's villa. In the pitch black, I paid no attention to anything around me.
Today, upon closer inspection, I realized that tremendous changes have taken place in the high-ranking cadre district. More than ten years ago, the rows and rows of elegant villas on both sides of the street have mostly disappeared. In their place, towering buildings have sprung up, one after another, like towering trees, incongruously clustered around Fan Jing's villa.
hehe!
I was quite puzzled: so many villas have been demolished, leaving only Fan Jing's family and a handful of other small villas scattered forlornly among the huge buildings. Their small, quiet courtyards look like villages in the city. Why haven't these villas been demolished yet?
As I pondered, the car had already stopped in front of Fan Jing's villa. I locked the car and noticed that Fan Jing had already opened the large iron gate for me. I strolled into the quiet courtyard, climbed the steps, and was greeted by the familiar living room door. I stopped, suppressing my excitement, and gently knocked on the door. Immediately, I heard Fan Jing's clear voice: "Come in!"
With a creak, I gladly pushed open the door, having received Her Majesty's permission. Whoosh—just as I was about to step inside, suddenly, billowing, acrid smoke assaulted my face, and I couldn't help but cough: "Achoo, achoo..."
"hehe,"
Through the thick smoke, my beloved Queen's delicate face and voluptuous figure appeared hazily, smiling at me: "Ha, you're choking, aren't you!"
"Um,"
I nodded, rubbed my tear-filled eyes, and then noticed that there was another person sitting on the sofa in the living room: he was about fifty years old, slender, with dark skin, and his sweet potato-shaped face was covered with sharp, undulating lines of flesh. His bright, eagle-like eyes stared at me with a sharp gaze.
I noticed that his yellowish fingers were holding a thick, smoky cigar, and his thick lips were twisting in a way that I found extremely repulsive, as he puffed out thick smoke at me.
Damn it, you really can smoke! You've turned this perfectly good villa into a gas chamber. What a heavy smoker!
I cursed inwardly.
The opium addict and I stared at each other for a moment, then he turned his dark face toward Fan Jing: "Jing, who is he?"
"oh,"
Fan Jing stood up, warmly took my hand, and said to the heavy smoker, "This is my old classmate, hehe, we're not only classmates, but also deskmates, old classmate."
Fan Jing then introduced the opium addict to me: "He's an instructor at the military academy, one of my father's old subordinates! Oh my, what a coincidence, he's also surnamed Zhang, Zhang Yongsheng, Instructor Zhang. So, you're actually family!"
"Hello!"
I extended my hand, but Instructor Zhang still stared at me indifferently. Reluctantly, I extended my hand and said, "Hello!"
"hehe,"
Fan Jing casually grabbed her coat and said cheerfully, "Come on, it's my treat today. Let's go out for a drink!"
"No, no, I won't drink it!"
Through the wisps of smoke, I noticed a hint of disappointment on Instructor Zhang's face, and he kept glancing at me with ill intent out of the corner of his eye. I muttered to myself: Damn it, you heavy smoker, my arrival has ruined your plans, hasn't it?
Damn it, you're eyeing my Queen too?
Damn, look at your ugly face. Standing next to you, I can immediately smell the nauseating tar odor. You think you can make a move on Fan Jing?
That's like a toad trying to eat swan meat!
However, from Fan Jing's tone and the unnatural smile on her face, I had a bad feeling: Damn it, is Fan Jing already with the opium addict?
"Jing, zaza, jing," the heavy smoker kept calling out "jing, jing," which gave me goosebumps.
It seems that he and Fan Jing have an extraordinary relationship. Although I love Fan Jing, I have never called her "Jing" like that before.
My favorite way to address Fan Jingwei is: Your Majesty!
"Jing, I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore. My stomach hasn't been feeling well these past few days, I really don't want to drink! Jing, I'm going now! Goodbye!"
While the opium addict was saying things he didn't mean, he was leering at Fan Jing. At the same time, his smoky hands were greedily grabbing Fan Jing's fair and tender hands, which made me so angry that I really wanted to pounce on him and knock him to the ground with a punch.
Fan Jing gently pulled her delicate hand away: "Instructor Zhang, what have you been so busy with? Come on, let's find somewhere and have a drink! You finally came all this way to my house, and you haven't even had a meal yet, how can I accept that!"
Instructor Zhang feigned reluctance, but Fan Jing sincerely invited him. In the end, Instructor Zhang was half-heartedly dragged by Fan Jing to a high-end hotel. Instructor Zhang kept saying that his stomach was uncomfortable and that he didn't want to drink.
However, the moment he stepped into the hotel's private room, sat down at the table, and was approached by a respectful waiter, Instructor Zhang, who had been more serious than humorous just minutes before, instantly transformed into a completely different person: his dark, chiseled face darkened abruptly, his gaze sweeping sternly over the menu handed to him by the waiter. He arrogantly ordered his food while taking every opportunity to ridicule, belittle, and mock the innocent waiter.
After all the dishes were served, and after downing a glass of baijiu, Instructor Zhang's dark face flushed crimson. In an instant, his personality underwent a qualitative change, transforming him into a completely different person, much to my utter bewilderment.
"crystal,"
Whether Instructor Zhang was feigning drunkenness, genuinely drunk, or simply not drunk at all, he stared blankly at Fan Jing, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Completely oblivious to my presence, his yellowish, tar-smelling black hand gripped Fan Jing's white hand tightly as he pitifully begged, "Jing, Jing, marry me, Jing, Jing, let's get married!"
"Instructor Zhang,"
Fan Jing helplessly pushed Instructor Zhang away, saying, "We're not suitable. We're too far apart in age. You could be my father! Instructor Zhang, please don't be like this, don't get agitated..."
"No, Jing, the age gap shouldn't be an obstacle to our love. Jing, marry me! Jing, do you know how much I love you? For so many years, I've thought of you day and night. Jing, you appear in my dreams every night! Jing, Jing, marry me! Without you, what meaning does my life have?"
Jing, "Instructor Zhang, this is impossible!"
"Looking at the opium addict's pathetic, servile demeanor and listening to his nauseating words, Fan Jing suddenly straightened her face:"
Instructor Zhang, you are also an educated person, and a military officer who should be a role model for students. Instructor, please, show some respect!
Respect me, and you will also respect yourself!
"Jing," upon hearing Fan Jing's words, Instructor Zhang not only showed no sign of restraint but became even more lewd. He picked up his wine glass, gulped it down, and then, with a whoosh, threw aside his wooden chair, his knees buckled, and he knelt down at Fan Jing's feet without any dignity. My goodness!
I thought to myself: Is this also a soldier, also an officer?
"crystal,"
Instructor Zhang knelt straight down in front of Fan Jing: "Jing, marry me, Jing, marry me!"
"well,"
Fan Jing frowned, about to get up and leave, when Instructor Zhang stretched out his hand and pressed down on Fan Jing's legs, making me so angry that I felt like I was about to explode: "Jing, don't go, Jing! If you don't agree to me today, I, I, I will kneel here forever and never get up!"
"Hi--"
Fan Jing sighed and had no choice but to sit back down in her chair. She looked at me with a bitter expression, as if she were silently asking me: Old classmate, what should I do?
I was already furious: Damn it, Fan Jing is the woman I respect the most. I love her and admire her even more. I know that with my social status, I am definitely not good enough for Fan Jing. I don't have any excessive expectations of Fan Jing. I am already satisfied with just maintaining this relationship!
But you, a mere officer, an unremarkable and repulsive fellow, dare to have any fantasies about Fan Jing.
Seeing Fan Jing's embarrassed state, I was completely baffled. Intuitively, I felt that Fan Jing couldn't afford to offend this annoying guy. I didn't understand what was going on between them.
However, I didn't want this scene to continue any longer; it was just too boring!
So I picked up my glass, walked coldly behind Instructor Zhang, and patted his shoulder lightly: "Hey, hey, we're all family, come on, let's drink!"
"you,"
Instructor Zhang turned around, glaring fiercely with his bloodshot eyes. His expression made it seem as if the reason Fan Jing rejected him so decisively was entirely my fault: "You, what is your relationship with her? What do you do?"
"I,"
I replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I am nothing, just an unemployed bum. My family, come on, let's have a drink, and from now on, we'll consider ourselves acquaintances!"
"snort,"
Instructor Zhang finally stood up, patted his knees, picked up his wine glass, and clinked it against mine: "We're all family. Let me tell you this seriously: Fan Jing and I are not ordinary people. When she was still in kindergarten, I was already her father's subordinate. I watched her grow up day by day! You, don't get involved in our affairs!"
"Come,"
I first downed the liquor: "Cheers!"
"she,"
Instructor Zhang downed his liquor in one gulp, slammed the empty bottle onto the table, and continued, "She, Jing, everything about her, everything she owns, is in my hands. Don't let her high social status fool you; she's the daughter of the military commander, and not only is she educated, but she's also incredibly wealthy and successful—a true tycoon. But, heh heh, if she pushes me too far, with just one word from me, she'll go bankrupt instantly, and she can forget about ever running a hospital again! Jing, you know..."
Instructor Zhang wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth: "You tell me, isn't that right, Jing? Putting everything else aside, just your house—with just one word from me, it'd be torn down! Hmph, let's see what you're so smug about now! Hmph!"
"Old Zhang, you,"
Fan Jing jumped to her feet, trembling with rage: "Old Zhang, if you keep threatening me like this, I...I..."
"you,"
Instructor Zhang gulped down another glass of baijiu, his flushed face turning to Fan Jing: "You, what about you, what do you want?"
"well,"
Fan Jing's beautiful and dignified face trembled violently with anger. Suddenly, her cute little nose twitched, and a tear welled up in her eye: "Eek—Eek—Eek—"
"No, no,"
Seeing this, Instructor Zhang immediately softened his tone, revealing an unnatural smile, and grabbed Fan Jing, who was crying uncontrollably: "Jing, Jing, don't, don't cry, I, I didn't mean that, I, I was wrong, I, I apologize to you!"
"Hey—hey—Old Zhang,"
Fan Jing covered her face with her hand, angrily breaking free from the opium addict's arm, and ran out of the private room without a care: "Old Zhang, you can do whatever you want with me, but I said I'd rather die than marry you! Do whatever you want, eh—eh—eh—"
"Fan Jing"
I ignored the erratic Instructor Zhang and followed closely behind Fan Jing, saying, "Fan Jing, old classmate, slow down! Where are you going?"
"Ah, fucking,"
Instructor Zhang slammed an empty wine glass onto the floor, collapsing onto the ground like a defeated child, sobbing uncontrollably. His yellowed hands wiped his face, tears and snot streaming down his face as he mumbled, "Jing, Jing, Jing, I didn't mean it that way! How could I threaten you? What could I possibly threaten you with? Jing, Jing, you've misunderstood me! Jing, Jing, I truly love you! Jing, Jing, I'll wait for you forever! Jing, I must have you! Jing, you are my lifelong pursuit! Jing, Jing…"
Once outside the hotel, I finally grabbed Fan Jing and shoved her into the car without a word: "Fan Jing, old classmate, don't cry, I'll take you home! Fan Jing, my queen, I beg you, please don't cry, I, I can't take it anymore!"
"Eh—Eh—Eh—"
Fan Jing buried her face in my shoulder and began to sob even more sadly: "Ee-ee ...

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