Idealism and realism, for the first time, blended together so harmoniously.
Anqi
Zhang Qian's grandfather was an interesting old man, and it's not hard to see that Zhang Qian's personality is somewhat similar to his.
The gifts I brought back from Guiyang were met with a barrage of complaints from the old man, who demanded that Zhang Qian throw them out the door. When we weren't looking, he would poke at the wrapping paper with his cane, then turn around and pretend nothing had happened.
At Zhang Qian's urging, I stayed at her house for dinner.
During the meal, my eyes were glued to Zhang Qian's lips. Last time here, I used her toothbrush for a passionate night in Guiyang.
Zhang Qian put a piece of meat in my bowl, and she gestured to me to help her grandfather pick up some food.
The old man didn't appreciate my kindness.
After the meal, Zhang Qian pretended to ask me to help clean up and pulled me into the kitchen.
"My grandfather's words were quite harsh, weren't they?" she said apologetically.
"My mother's words were quite harsh, weren't they?" I stroked her hair, and casually put my other hand around her waist. Having not seen her for so long, I was losing control of myself.
"Hmph, that's for sure." The beauty said angrily.
“Your teeth are pretty sharp. Come on, open your mouth so I can see.” I pinched her chin and lifted it up.
"Go away, stay somewhere else." She slapped my hand away and focused on washing the dishes.
It would be a waste not to marry such a wonderful girl.
Calling her by her name, "Zhang Qian," felt comforting.
"Hmm?" She didn't turn around and continued washing the dishes.
"I will handle this."
She paused for a moment, then continued washing the dishes without answering.
"Lack of confidence?" I asked.
“It’s quite difficult. I understand that they can’t accept it right away, but I don’t quite believe they can accept it completely,” she said.
Yes, that's true. I don't like to run away from or avoid problems. My principle is to tackle the problem where it lies.
"Will it be alright?" She turned to look at me, a confused expression on her face.
"The revolution is not yet complete, comrades must continue to strive." I hugged her from behind again. I won't make unrealistic promises to her. The future isn't up to me alone; I need the strength of my companions, I need someone to fight alongside me.
I hope she understands when I say this: it's not just me who needs to work hard; she needs to too. Her efforts are my motivation.
"nerve!"
I was wondering why her tone was so soft even when she was cursing.
"Let's get things done as soon as possible," I said.
"That's pretty silly," she muttered to herself.
"You've lost your nerve again? Who asked my mom if she drank 'cold soup essence' back then?" This girl just needs to be provoked.
"It's me, so what?"
"It's nothing, I just wish you could stay like this forever."
This girl is so unpredictable, it's really worrying. One minute she's being nice, the next she'll suddenly turn on you. She's capable of that. I need to be careful.
"Qian'er, we've agreed, we're not going to do what they do on TV."
"Um"
"Let's talk this out. Don't do anything rash, you've been gone for more than ten years."
"Aren't you annoying? Why are you talking more and more lately?"
To her, all I could do was laugh it off.
“Wow, your mom is really something else,” she said.
"What else did she say?" I don't like people talking about Zhang Qian behind my back.
"Hmph, I used to be known as the Desert Fox, and I'm not so easy to bully."
She looked adorable, a bit like Dongdong. But I couldn't resist teasing her, "Honey, that's Rommel."
She snorted softly through her nostrils and ignored me again.
Finally, Grandpa reminded me that it was getting late.
Zhang Qian saw me off. At the stairwell, I couldn't resist kissing her.
I've wanted to do this for a long time.
Sitting in the car, savoring the kiss from earlier, he took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"Sir, smoking is prohibited on the bus," the driver stopped me from lighting a cigarette.
"Feel sorry."
My eyelids are twitching; I need to grab onto something to feel at ease. Right now, I lack a sense of security.
Anqi
I got home, put down my luggage, took out my car keys, went to the garage, drove to the bar.
Park the car in front of "Black Thirteen".
I sat at the bar and ordered a Nicholaska.
Wrap the sugar in a lemon slice, chew it, and then drink the brandy in one gulp.
Sour, sweet, spicy, and hot. When you swallow a lemon slice, the lemon peel releases a slightly bitter taste.
Life is full of flavors.
I'm still scared.
Men put on a good show in public. But their true colors are revealed in private.
Screw idealism. Screw realism.
I dialed "Myna's" mobile phone.
Half an hour later, he appeared in front of me.
"Why are you smoking so much?" He took the cigarette from my mouth and put it in his own mouth to smoke.
I took out another one and lit it.
"You've settled down with Zhang Qian?"
"Um"
"That's it, what the hell!" he cursed.
"I'm afraid Zhang Qian won't be able to hold on." I told "Brother Ba" about it.
He drank his wine and listened attentively to me without interrupting.
"You're afraid you won't be able to handle it, aren't you?"
Is there? Perhaps I don't know.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, brother?” he said sarcastically.
So it turns out that Zhang Qian and I weren't well-regarded by people, right? I only realized that now.
"Hang in there, bro!" He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't tell Zhang Qian."
I don't want Zhang Qian to see me like this. There are some things that women are better off not knowing.
"Um"
"Myna" put one hand on my shoulder and clapped his hands, "Bring this gentleman a cup of Scorpio Palace."
The bartender glanced at me and quickly slid the Scorpio Palace to my side.
Raise the glass, let it slide into your mouth, and as it goes down your throat, you'll taste a slightly sweet flavor.
"How is it?" the myna bird asked.
"Not bad." I raised my cup to drink again, but the myna bird stopped me.
He held up the glass of wine and waved it in front of me. "This is Zhang Qian," he said.
"It has a great flavor and is very tasty, but it also has a strong aftereffect and can easily make you drunk."
This is the first time I've discovered how accurate Hu Lu's judgment of people is.
"Be careful, this wine is dangerous," he said, handing the glass back to me.
"Myna" tapped his finger again and said, "Another cup of Red Eyes, please."
This time, the bartender handed me the glass.
"Drink it."
It has a slightly bitter taste, but it helps with hangovers, just like Zhang Qian.
"Alright, look at you, go home."
I pushed his hand away and walked out on my own. The car couldn't be driven.
I rolled down the car window, but that rascal "Myna" rolled it up again, just to spite me.
"It's easy to get a headache after drinking and being exposed to wind. You're a doctor, after all."
"Do you think it can work?" At this moment, I allowed myself to show my fatigue, just for this moment.
"Hard to say," he said, glancing at me.
"You're secretly laughing, aren't you?"