Jisan didn’t tell the truth before he was killed. Pu Yuanhui called him before he went to Jiang Youyou’s home, saying, “I’m going to my little girlfriend’s to comfort her because her dog was killed by someone. And I’m going to sleep with her tonight. Don’t phone me if you have nothing important to do.”
In the massage shop Jisan was enjoying the pleasure of massage by the mouth of massage girl and making fun of his boss, “How happy you are to have two women, one is young and another is older. What are you going to say to account for my sister-in-law?”
What Pu Yuanhui shouted out made Jisan jumping up, “Your sister-in-law was on a high messing around with her adulterer. Are you satisfied with my answer?”
One who knew too many secrets would die sooner. Jisan only want to do something for Pu Yuanhui who had turned him from a delinquent into a middle-level gang manager with a rather high position.
Once he was a master of thief. When he was beaten up by the crowd of onlookers, it was Pu Yuanhui who saved him. After that he joined the gang and stayed in the gang for fifteen years. How many fifteen years you should have in your life? It was worth dying for the person who appreciated you.
Pu Yuanhui didn’t know this. He was with Jiang Youyou and he turned off his phone so that he wouldn’t be disturbed. Anyway, if there would be something, Jisan would deal with it for him.
She was greatly frightened and held Pu Yuanhui shaking all the time. “I’m feeling cold, very cold. Hold me, please.”
He looked at her and hugged her and his heart ached. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here, if I’m here you don’t have to be afraid and I’ll kill whoever that is going to hurt you.”
Looking at the gun he put beside the bed, Jiang Youyou burst out laughing and nodded, “Yep. If evildoers are trying to come in, we’ll kill them.”
Her puppy died so miserably, Jiang Youyou couldn’t accept it.
She didn’t know there was someone who died much more miserably than her dog.
She was sleepy when she felt tired after crying. Pu Yuanhui softly patted her on the back, “Are you feeling better? Let me go and cook something for you.”
“No, don’t leave me.” in the dark, Jiang Youyou’s red and swollen eyes were wide open and she held on to his arm tightly.
“I won’t leave, I’ll stay here to accompany you.” Pu Yuanhui kissed her on her forehead, “Don’t date other men, just be with me, will you?”
“But I already have a boyfriend.” Dai Jingcheng’s name occurred to Jiang Youyou. Why should she love Dai Jingcheng first and get to know Pu later? Who said that she couldn’t fall in love with the person she knew later? Anyway, in terms of the time when they got to know each other, Dai was the one who came later.
“I don’t care if you have a boyfriend or not. You must be with me. I love you.”
It seemed that there was something stabbing into her heart, stinging it painfully. The premonition she had when she saw Pu Yuanhui at the first sight was finally confirmed this evening.
Whether you love a person or not, you could get a right answer by asking your own heart in the dark.
When she was going to say something else, she was stopped by a mad kiss on her lips. She couldn’t speak, nor think. She could hear him breathing fast.
Everything was but an image in the mirror, Jiang Youyou could see that but couldn’t help loving it. It was vain for her to have the wisdom but proved futile to suffer from her love to him.
Eventually the passion that had been suppressed for a long time would break out. Drinking until illusions were created with extreme sadness. The man beside her was her true lover, and she had no more word to express herself. What she could give him in return was the violent impacts of the two bodies and the intercourse over and over again. He just took her and she was most willing to be his. It seemed that the whole world was trembling when he kissed her, as if they could save each other only with love and the grief could be forgotten in the passion, the hasty parting could be retrieved by a hug.
Jiang Youyou had never sensed before that the various physical pleasures were so different. The pleasure from herself, the pleasure from Dai Jingcheng and the pleasure from Pu Yuanhui were actually so different.
The pleasure got from herself was the kind like scratching an itch for herself.
The pleasure Dai Jingcheng brought for her was the arrival of the expected tenderness.
And the pleasure brought by Pu Yuanhui, that was a sense of fulfillment-after the violence of typhoon there came the tranquility of spring breeze, which made her calm down gradually to wait for the next tide of passion.
“I’m sorry.” Pu Yuanhui held Jiang Youyou from behind. “Perhaps I shouldn’t do this, but I just can’t help.”
“From now on, I should be with only you, is it right?” Jiang Youyou looked at the sky that was getting bright at dawn.
“Yes, I’ll be with you all my life. Don’t care anything else. Leave the rest to me to deal with.” Pu Yuanhui wasn’t drunken. What he said was his innermost thought.
It was only when he got up in the morning that he remembered to turn on the phone. That’s what the damned mobile phones are like: if you kept it on there would never be anything important, once you turned it off, there would be so many people on the phone.
“Help, my big boss. Our places were all smashed, and many of our hands were arrested, yet your phone could never be got through last night.” On hearing this, Pu Yuanhui dismissed the idea of sleeping in.
“Where are you? In which place are you working? And where’s Jasan?”
“Jisan is in the hospital, he had died early this morning. Take care, Big Boss, and don’t go back home. We had to escape first to hide for some time. It was Anti-crime Unit that smashed our places this time. We’re screwed.” The voice on the phone was getting weaker and weaker and then the line was dead after a sudden bang.
“Anti-crime Unit?” Pu Yuanhui quickly put on his clothing and woke Jiang Youyou up, “We’ll have to move to another place right now.”
Jiang Youyou got up in haste and looked out of the window, unable to open her eyes at all. Nor did she have time to treat them with hot pack. She could only put on her suit and packed some articles for daily use in the suitcase and hurriedly got into the car.
“These bastards! They acted in the name of Anti-crime Unit. He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day. So we’d better retreat first.” Pu Yuanhui started the car.
At Christmas night, Xiang Lizhi had Christmas dinner with her little boyfriend whom she got to know for just two weeks. He was lovely: Unaffected, handsome, good shaped. And he drove a car that was more expensive than Pu Yuanhui’s.
At the age of 34, Xiang Lizhi had never experienced a feeling of truly falling in love. The gap of eleven years in their age might make her feeling crazy. Love was crazy. Xiang Lizhi thought, craziness was the essence of love.
And her little boyfriend said, “There was also a gap of eleven years between Wang Fei and Xie Tingfeng, what’re you so afraid of?”
That’s really true.
When Xiang Lizhi was parking at the shopping mall, she spent half an hour to back her car up but failed because of the narrow space. And he was the car owner behind her.
He helped her to back her car, she sat beside him. The sunshine outside lit on his young face. It was so fabulous. He took only one minute to back the car up.
How could I get the car out?
“You can call me later.” He was warmhearted.
November 11th was Singles Day. Was it sort of fate to meet him at that day? He said he had a girlfriend, but this wasn’t important. He also said he didn’t love her. The two quickly got together because both were passionate, as if a pile of dry wood was put into the burning fire with a bucket of gasoline pouring on it. Sometimes falling in love was being bewitched. When you woke up, you would reflect what you had done, how could you fall in love with such a JP (an extremely annoying person) in the first place?
He wrote a poem for Xiang Lizhi as a gift, which was sort of romance that Pu Yuanhui had never given her.
I was not when you were born, you were old when I was born;
You regret that I was born too late, but I regret that you were born too early.
I was not when you were born, you were old when I was born;
I wished to have been born together with you, so we could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born, I was old when you were born;
I was so far away from you, and you were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born, I was old when you were born;
I’d turn into a flower-seeking butterfly, staying on your fragrant petals every night.
After finishing the whole bottle of long cherished Louis XVI, the two made love madly. They wouldn’t think about the future, but just enjoy the present pleasure.
It was disappointing when someone was knocking at the door.
“Could it be Santa Claus?” The younger boyfriend was joking. “Or perhaps it’s your hubby.”