Dark Siren (2)

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〈１１〉

To celebrate the writing of the program, Lesbi suggested that we go out for a big meal. Being a glutton by nature, I was all for it.

Under my repeated pleas, she changed into her only short skirt, stepped on her riding boots, and dressed up beautifully to go out with me. There is a reason for this, I am a man who loves face, holding a bleached beauty out of the house, walking up and down the street feel the wind.

The two gluttony discussed half a day, and finally went to the CITIC Hotel to eat European-style buffet. The atmosphere there was good, and it wasn’t very expensive. Holding her in, even with a seat waiter little brother, can not help but to Lesbi more than a couple of eyes. His envious eyes made me happy.

It was only nine o’clock after we finished eating, and the two of us killed to go to a Pub with the intention of having a wild party. I don’t know these places very well, so I relied on her to show me the way to find the place in the alley.

Not only did the pub have a dance floor, but there was also a band singing, and the live announcer was very good at setting the mood… It took me a long time to find a seat on the dance floor.

After a couple of beers, the two of them got happier and happier with the powerful music, so they ran out onto the dance floor and danced.

I don’t know if someone is taking the forbidden drugs, but there is a couple of men and women in the venue dancing that kind of tantalizing three sticker dance.

Just see that the boy from time to time hand into the woman’s short skirt, and then will do some similar sex action, although not undressed, ambiguous sexual innuendo make the scene hot.

Lesbi was looking at the couple, clapping her hands to the beat and twisting her body in a chaotic dance. It was the first time I had ever seen such a sight, and I was dumbfounded.

I grabbed a cold beer and poured it down my throat, but Lesbi was no better, so she grabbed a beer and went out to the venue to watch the guys and girls dance. I was afraid that if I drank and danced at the same time, I would get drunk easily, so I just dared to stay in my seat. She was really pretty and stood out in the crowd of men and women.

It didn’t take long for her to get unsteady on her feet, she probably had too much to drink, I was busy pulling her back to her seat, ‘Stop drinking, you’ll get drunk.’ I whispered close to her ear.

“It’s a rare occasion…” she shook her head and drank as hard as she could.

‘You have to drive later, don’t drink…’ The thought of being driven by someone who was drunk made my scalp tingle.

“Then you drive…”

‘I don’t have a driver’s license yeah.’

“Don’t worry, the car is easy to drive.”

”What if I’m caught by Uncle Teo? I heard that you’ll be fined twelve thousand dollars.

“I’ll pay for it if I get caught Lo!” She said without changing her face.

‘Ugh, what a rich lady.’ I thought secretly in my heart.

She finally drank until she couldn’t hold out and asked me to help her back. She took the car keys to me, and when she opened the door she couldn’t hold on any longer, and squatted on the side of the road and threw up.

I’ve seen this kind of scene many times, and with my old professional instincts, I rushed to find a Kleenex in her car and brought it to her to wipe her mouth.

”You nah, you’re really not a good boy, I told you not to drink but you still drank so much.” I said while patting her back.

“I’m sorry… just let me throw up…”

Thinking the smell of vomit was bad, I searched the back seat of the car halfway through the day and handed her the remaining half-bottle of mineral water so she could rinse her mouth out.

“Next time I won’t drink so much, it’s a real pain in the ass to say.”

”It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” Seeing that the edge of her skirt was still stained with some dirt, he casually picked up a tissue to help her wipe it off.

Waited for her to throw up for a paragraph and helped her back to the car. Then I had to find a way to drive the car back. Luckily, I had a car at home and had driven it before, otherwise, if I had to drive a car all of a sudden, I would have driven onto the sidewalk… Maybe it was just my poor driving skills, but within a few steps, she suddenly opened the window and threw up all over the ground again. I had to pull over to the side of the road again and help her with tissues and mineral water.

“I really can’t, can you help me find the nearest hotel to lie down in?”

”Uh…”

So I looked around on the side of the road and finally saw a motel sign 500 meters away. I clumsily drove over to the motel, and the lady who charged me looked at me with ambiguous eyes, as if the girl sitting next to me had come here because I was drunk.

Helping her into the room, she ran to the toilet again without saying a word and got on her knees and threw up in it. I couldn’t do anything but get toilet paper next to her.

Suddenly, I had a flash of light and thought that when the drinkers were drunk in the past, we as young masters used to go and buy the antidote to alcohol, and it was quite useful.

”I’m going out for a while, wait for me yo!” I put the tissue next to her, then hurriedly ran off to find a convenience store and bought a can. Gosh, it costs a hundred dollars, it’s really unconscionable.

When she got back to her room, she was already in bed and could tell she wasn’t very comfortable.

”Here, drink a can of alcohol-relieving benefits, it’s quite useful!” I helped her open the cap.

“Thank you… it’s really sad to say…” she was good enough to drink it all.

‘I know, good boy, lie down for a bit.’ Then I ran to the bathroom, soaked a towel in hot water, and helped her wipe her face and put a compress on her head.

“You’re so good to me.”

‘It’s okay, you’re usually pretty good at taking care of people wow.’ I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

That’s when I had the time to take a look at that room and what it really looked like. Their room was designed in a European style, especially the bed, which had pillars at all four corners. The large European style bed had a canopy, along which hung a long Aman tent, the four corners of which were tied to the posts by ribbons.

I was curious to put down the Aman tent, the four sides of the bed was closed by the muslin, the two of them around a beautiful small space. The dim light from all around, penetrated through the Aman tent and shone on her flushed face, it was very charming. She frowned, still seemingly uncomfortable.

‘What’s the matter, what’s wrong?’

“Headache… want to vomit…”

Standard drunken reaction, luckily she doesn’t go on a bender.

She turned her back to me: “Help me take my bra off, it’s so sad.”

”I…” I really wanted to do this favor, but I was afraid that if she woke up the next day, she would deny it and say that I had violated her, which would be a great shame.

Then again, getting scolded was the next day. I pulled back the zipper on her shirt, helped her unbutton her bra, kissed her snow-white backside, and pulled the zipper back again, ‘Get some rest.’ Helping her up with the covers, I curled up outside the quilt myself, and soon actually fell into a deep sleep as well.

I had only been asleep for about two hours when I suddenly felt someone tucking me in, waking me from my slumber.

“Ah, I’m so sorry for waking you up.” She said with an apologetic face.

‘No harm done, why don’t you get some more sleep?’

“I’m sober, I feel sticky, and I want to take a shower.”

‘Oh, it’s good to have a wash, it’ll make you feel better. Are you feeling better?’

“Much better, thank you so much for today.”

‘Where’s the word.’

“Why don’t you sleep under the covers?”

‘Alas, I’m afraid that if I’m not good, you won’t be able to sleep when the claws of Anjou keep pawing at you.’

“Heh, little twerp!” She smacked me on my little head with a smirk.

‘Do you want to take a bath? It’ll make you feel better.’

“But I’m afraid the bathtub in the hotel outside isn’t clean.”

‘I’ll go and clear it, you wait.’

“It’s not necessary…”

‘It’s a waste of money to leave the jacuzzi unused say.’

I ran to the bathroom and took the soap and painstakingly washed the tub, then adjusted the water temperature to try to help her put on a good soak.

‘You go ahead and wash up, I’ll just wait outside.’ I went back to the bed and told her to take a dip.

“Thank you… thank you so much…” she suddenly kissed me on the face, the light making her bright and colorful.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door, letting the water run.

“Sam…” the bathroom door suddenly opened and she poked her head out.

‘What?’

“Do…”

‘To what east?’

“Want to wash together?” She said timidly, showing only a head outside the door, her body blocked by the door, not knowing if her clothes were still there.

‘You won’t regret it?’

“I believe you’re good.”

In the bathroom door pushed open a moment, suddenly appeared her snow-white flawless body, really let me a little shocked, footsteps like ten thousand pounds of weight so that I can not move. I don’t know what happened, but my cheeks burned like fire.

She stepped forward and undid my blouse.

‘You’re so beautiful…’ I couldn’t help but watch in awe.

“Heh… little pervert!”

〈１２〉

The bathroom had a no-show cap, and I helped her put it on, sliding my fingers through her hair, her ears, stopping at her shoulders as she froze.

”What… what… the little pervert didn’t bully you…”

“You’re the first man who’s ever been that nice to me!”

‘Yeah?’ I smiled, circling both hands around her waist.

“Do we look like a couple to you?” She smiled sweetly and leaned her head against my chest.

”What do you say? Come on, soak in the water, don’t catch a cold lo.’

I poured the spa powder the hotel sent me into the water first, then both of us soaked into the bath tub together. Asked her to turn her back to me, put a little body lotion on it and scratched her back.

“Are you always that nice to girls?”

‘No… Don’t say that… I was just following my feelings…’

“What does it feel like?”

‘It’s hard to describe, just a feeling of wanting to make you happier.’

“That easy?”

‘Hmm… maybe, I just like you…’ I blushed and whispered in her ear.

“Coquetry!” She pretended to be angry and looked adorable.

I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her on the cheek. Instead, she turned sideways and hid in my arms like a kitten, both hands resting on my shoulders.

“Do you like me?” She squinted at me, watery and seductive.

‘Love it!’

“Do you really like me?”

‘Really like it!’

“How much do you like me?”

I kissed her lips to keep her from asking further questions… The glasses I was wearing were ripped off by her.

Do I love her? I’m not sure; do I like her? I wasn’t sure. In that moment of intertwined passion, the mind went blank.

I do not know how long the kiss, she has sat on me, hooked my neck, looking at me stupidly, I do not know what to think in the small head. The heat in the bathroom is tantalizing, so that her cheeks are flushed, bright and colorful.

“Secretly, I kinda like you too!”

‘Well, me too yeah.’ Hearing her say that was mind-blowing.

“So yo…”

‘So what?’

“So you have to resign yourself to…” she leaned her mouth against my neck, leaving a hard strawberry print.

‘Damn it, to steal and plant strawberries.’

“Yeah, leave a mark so the other beauties don’t see it!”

‘It’s not like you’re a puppy dog and you have to pee to mark it.’ I beamed, pretending to be angry.

“Poor mouth!” She made a scissor-like motion with her fingers and cut toward my pouting lips.

An unsteady center of gravity, she fell on me, just let me buried in her chest. Originally, I had been keeping a gentleman’s demeanor, not daring to reach out and touch, but this time she sent herself to the door, so I can’t blame her.

“You’re bad…”

‘Hmm.’ I took it upon myself to draw circles on her bosom with my tongue, and on the other hand, I gently caressed her back with my hand…

As we kissed longer and longer, she became more and more aroused, holding my head with both hands. From time to time, there was a slight contact between the most intimate places of the two of them, arousing a burst of imagination. I took the opportunity to hold her hips with both hands, and while she was oblivious, I pushed up my lower body, letting myself fall into her tenderness… A burning wave of heat came from my lower body, drowning me in her passion, little by little, and to the bottom of my heart.

“Ah… how could you…” She hurriedly tried to get up, but I held her in my arms, unable to move, “I didn’t think you’d…” she said, as two lines of tears came to her eyes.

”I’m sorry… Else you wont love me.” For a moment I panicked and explained my feelings to her in English. I am really good at saving face, and there are some things I would not be able to say in Chinese.

“Love me? or just my body?” she returned. (Love me? Or just my body?)

‘Both.’ (Love both.)

“Sure?”

‘I swear.’

‘So, tell me you love me.’ (Tell me you love me.) ‘Yes, I love you, I do love you.’ (I love you, I do love you.) “Never lie to me and Ill love you forever.” (Don’t lie to me and I will love you forever.) ‘Your love will be the best gift in my dream.’ (Your love is the best gift in my dream.)

“Now its real.”

Inexplicable joy welled up in my heart, so I kissed her again, lingering lips, seemingly pouring out endless love.

In an instant, her closed heart seemed to open all the way, and for the first time, she took the initiative to kiss me. Small tongue gently rolled over the teeth, tongue, lips, raised a burst of lust. She was still sitting on top of me, and the rod of lust that was so furiously open reached the deepest part of her peach source little by little.

“Ah… Sam…” she let out a murmuring cry, a small but thumping sound that reached her heart.

Her voice was already very sweet, plus a little bit of airy voice, plus a little bit of shyness, plus some if not a little bit of deep emotion, seductive to make people lose their minds.

‘I like you… so much…’ I whispered in her ear.

“Sam…” she murmured as her body pumped.

The bathtub water is hot, and the warmth of her source is still better. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead and dripped on my body. Seeing that she seemed quite tired, I heartily embraced her and kissed her, slowly letting her lie down in the bathtub. Though she stopped me, she still left her body.

“Aren’t you glad you did it?” She asked, blushing.

‘Afraid you’re tired.’ Kissed her cute little nose.

“Won’t you want to… settle it inside?”

‘Let’s get you out of the shower first.’ Smiling, he rubbed the body lotion on her, not forgetting to steal another squeeze.

After the bath, let her put on a towel, see her hair wet off a piece, pick up the hair dryer, help her blow her hair. In the mirror, she was pouting.

Back on the bed, the Aman tent was pulled up and the two of us were back in that small, mysterious space. Finally able to hide under the same covers as her this time, I lay on top of her, staring at her in awe.

“What are you looking at?”

‘Look at how pretty you are.’ It all started with another kiss… I playfully kissed her ear and then blew a breath.

“Trick or treat…” was hit by her.

‘There’s more…’ I pushed the tip of my tongue into the hole of her ear, and with an ‘ah’, she instantly went limp.

Lesbi, seemingly still unawakened from her passion in the tub, grabbed my ass with both hands and kept imploring me to hurry up and get in. I pretended not to know and refused to go in. It’s a matter of strategy. The harder you make a girl hold out, the easier it is to get her.

I followed the established procedure and kissed my way down from top to bottom. She, on the other hand, not to be outdone, gently held my erect androgynous representation in her hand, making it-indescribably hard to resist. And, even more deadly, she held it, gently rubbing it against the spot that would soon welcome it. The water of love and desire, warm and slippery, an inadvertent let it slide into the source of lust.

I was stubborn and resistant, refusing to drive in, but only lightly exploring the entrance; between the entrance and the exit, the depth was less than an inch.

Undeterred, she clamped her legs around my waist, and the seductive call came back to her ears.

“Sam… ah… Sam…” she screamed in oblivion.

It was shallow enough to arouse lust. Listening to her voice, it gradually rose to a high pitch.

It’s after hours, right, I use the slowest speed, against her milky erotic water, and keep going deeper and deeper inside. Her long and slender fingertips, also gradually gripped my back, sending bursts of tingling pain. Clamping my feet, she kept pushing me forward, until she reached the end of the source. The length and depth, actually matched like a minute.

I know she wants me to go faster, but sometimes moving slower can make the tidal wave of pleasure last longer instead.

〈１３〉

The tide of lust came quietly and drowned the two of them. In Lesbi’s throbbing, my long-dormant passion, like a horse, ran wild. When the tide receded, Lesbi was still trembling in my arms. Stroking her hair and looking at her long eyelashes, I was overwhelmed with love and wanted to have her all to myself.

‘I like you…’ I said softly against her cheek.

I don’t know if this night of love is the beginning or the end of happiness… They embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next day to a beautiful sunny day, and as Lesbi drove me back to my dorm, I would just stare at her in the driver’s seat, fantasizing about the beautiful sights that would come later. She parked the car under a tree by the dorm and fixed her hair.

“Sam… Listen to me, don’t be angry…”

”What’s wrong? Of course I wouldn’t want to be angry with you.’

“Let’s not see each other again.” Her eye frames were red.

‘Is there something I did wrong?’ I was really shocked, my whole heart felt like it was emptying out.

“Today… it’s the only time I’ve ever cheated… I don’t want to apologize to her…”

‘I can understand that, but, can’t you give us both some time? Didn’t you say yesterday that you’d love me forever?’

“Spring as old, people empty thin, tear marks red  shark raw silk through. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance, brocade book is difficult to trust. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that! Mo! Mo!” She looked out the window and recited quietly. Wet red eye frame, rolled down a grain of teardrops.

‘Ugh, wrong! Re! Wrong!’ It occurred to me that she was reciting the second half of Lu You’s “Hairpin Phoenix”. The last three words of the first half of the line were “wrong, wrong, wrong”, which made me sigh.

“Sam… I like you, but we shouldn’t be together. Be good, you’ll meet a better girl than me.”

I couldn’t help but feel my nose sour… The two of us embraced and kissed, teardrops sliding down our faces; what should have been a sweet kiss was so bitter. Disappointed, I watched her drive away, disappearing out of sight. I sat in the same spot, hoping that she would feel a twinge of sadness and turn back.

I don’t know how long it took, but I kept letting the wind dry the teardrops before I returned to the dormitory with heavy steps. My roommate, Ken, was busy playing computer games.

Ken: “Sam, you’re back? Did you make any progress yesterday?” He said staring at the screen.

‘No, it’s broken up instead.’

Ken: “No way? Tell me about it.” He was too busy hitting the pause button, looking back to see what had happened to me.

‘I was having a great time yesterday, but…’

I told my roommate all about what happened yesterday. Of course, only that there was play kissing, not gossip like having sex with her.

Ken: “That’s easy, just go to her house and block her!”

In all honesty, he’s never had any girlfriends at all, and I question his judgment.

”Big brother, it’s not good to be cut by her.”

Ken: “Why don’t you think about it, if you don’t go to block her, you will definitely break up the partnership; in case you block her, she may be willing to give you a chance, so you won’t make a profit?”

‘Eh? Seems like it makes sense.” Biochemical technology was very advanced these days, and it wasn’t impossible for ivory to come out of a dog’s mouth.

Ken: “Anyway, go to block her, a steady profit, is she going to go online to publicize, or to your place to put gossip ah?”

‘That’s right that’s right, she wouldn’t do such a thing.’ I couldn’t help but clap my hands, kind of admiring his insight.

Ken opened the drawer, took out a can of oil and threw it over: “Hey, hey, first of all, that strawberry on your neck to clear a little bit, messy eyes a handful of.”

‘Whoops.’ Picked up the pillow and threw it back.

But I am a person who loves face to death, told me to go to block Lesbi, have not had the courage. I stayed in the dormitory all day long and didn’t go anywhere, but I missed her more and more.

The thoughts, like a small stream, one by one into the river of time. As the days passed, the thoughts turned from a babbling brook into a river, etching through the long embankment of the heart bit by bit. I have not heard a word from her, although I know she lives there, but I don’t dare to step into the alley.

Loss of appetite, eating less and less each day, and spending a lot more time fidgeting than reading.

At some point, I got into the bad habit of writing letters, writing one a day that I missed her and wanted to send it to her, but had nowhere to send it. So I would run to the artificial lake at school in the middle of the night, walk to the place where I had fished with her last time, and put the letter on the grass where she had sat last time.

The janitors at the school, who did their duty every day, were clean when they went over there again the next night. I wonder if they, who sweep the floor, will laugh at my obsession when they see the letter.

Ran out to the lake again as usual, and inadvertently noticed some cigarette butts next to where I keep my mail. Dirty, do not want to let those love letters lying alone next to them. So I picked up all the cigarette butts and put them in my pocket. The weather was not very good, and it was drizzling.

Fumed for a while and went back to the dorm. Cleared out my pockets and dropped my cigarette butt in the trash can in the process.

As busy as Ken was with his video game, I was tired, changed, and ready for bed.

Qian: “Big brother, you also have to be kind, is it crazy to want that girl, and even write on cigarettes?”

‘What kind of weird writing? I swear I didn’t write that.’ I got out of bed and looked at the garbage cigarette butt I had picked up, ‘I miss you’, it’s so rare that a cigarette butt can have words written on it.

Ken: ‘That’s ridiculous, every cigarette butt has a write-up.’

”Yeah? Who’s so boring that they don’t forget to write a word after smoking a cigarette.’

Ken: “Not to mention others, you yourself still write a bunch of unsent love letters every day.”

‘Uh… I’ve had a hard life.’

Ken: “You’d better quit smoking, maybe that Lesbi can’t stand your smoking.”

She smokes, too. She wouldn’t mind if I smoked.’ Suddenly it occurred to me, Lesbi smokes, she wouldn’t have put these cigarette butts there, would she? ‘I have something to do, I have to go, throw those cigarette butts away first, wait for me to come back.’

Ken: “Don’t do anything bad, ahem…”

I was so busy changing clothes and heading straight for the artificial lake that I forgot my umbrella.

Heavy rain fell by the lake, and a few streetlights were on and off. I hid next to the side, one side is busy hiding from the rain, the other side to catch the mosquitoes. Time passed by the minute, eyelids gradually heavy.

Suddenly I was awakened from a deep sleep by rainwater dripping on my forehead. I rubbed my eyes, but the familiar shadow in my dream appeared in the place where I put my letter. She was holding an umbrella, and under the dim light, I could faintly see her holding my letter paper in her hand.

She lit up a cigarette and gazed out over the lake, smoking it slowly as I tiptoed up behind her. She put out the cigarette, folded up the letter paper and put it in her pocket, picked up a pen and wrote on the cigarette butt. Then she slowly squatted down and put the tiny cigarette butt on the spot where I was sitting with infinite love and affection.

‘I miss you, too…’ I whispered.

When I looked back, her umbrella fell to the ground and the two of them embraced in a kiss. My uncontested eyes were once again flooded with tears.

‘Don’t leave me, okay?’

She nodded.

Back in her dormitory, the two had a sleepless night.

〈１４〉

The relationship finally began to stabilize, but no matter how hard I tried, I could only ever get half of her. I had to dutifully give up my time whenever her girlfriend wanted her.

It’s an amazing feeling. It’s hard to describe. I’m kind of a “third party”. I should be, but I can’t. She’s a girl, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she’s not married. She’s a girl, she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she’s not married, what kind of third party am I? But I can’t count her out either. She has a girlfriend, a very close girlfriend.

Knowing full well that she was unavailable for the evening, she was going out with someone else, and the person she was going out with was a girl. I want to drink vinegar, but I have no way to do so. I don’t even have a chance to complain to others. How can I tell Ken that my girlfriend has a girlfriend? Besides, it’s not that I don’t know about her situation, it’s me who wants to be the third party, so I can’t even find a reason to complain to her.

Her girlfriend was coincidentally at our school, so no one but my roommate knew about my relationship with her. When we met at school, we could only nod and smile. Even if we wanted to go on a date, we could only find a day when her girlfriend was sure she wouldn’t show up.

Although the mood is contradictory and complex, I am indulging in the whirlpool of feelings, gradually getting used to this kind of life. Anyway, I have the capital, consumed until she can not think to marry, then the opportunity is mine.

Every once in a while, I see Lesbi and her girlfriend, walking around campus holding hands. I don’t know if it’s a psychological problem, but that big, worldly-looking beauty looks quite familiar!

Summer vacation is here, and our beautiful Miss Lesbi, the eldest, is going on a two-month school trip to England. This kind of thing is out of reach for a poor family like mine.

Before she left the country, she was reluctant to part with me for a long time, and she also wanted me to be good and put up with her for a while before she went back to her country. Luckily, when she was going abroad, my supervising professor at my institute was working on a case with a professor from another institute and asked me to go there to support her. If she was in China, I might not have had the time to spend with her.

It was a computer soundtrack case, and since I was the only graduate student the teacher had on hand who could play the piano, I was sent there.

When it comes to playing the piano, it’s a big piece of my young master’s bloody history. My dad is a music teacher. It’s rare enough to have a music teacher in the family, but it’s even rarer to have a dad who is a music teacher. My dad is even more proud than a Leo boy. The music teachers in their junior high school often have some fellowships, so often a whole group of people will get together with their wives and children on every holiday.

When we got together, of course, the adults talked about the children. Music teachers have pianos in their homes, and the adults don’t dare to compare them, so they ask the children to sit up and play for everyone’s enjoyment. The name of the game is to have fun together, but secretly the meaning of competition is still strong.

My dad, when my mom was pregnant with me, she was scared by those music teachers’ sorority. So when he was pregnant, he forced my mom to take piano lessons first, so that she could learn to teach the fetus properly. This is really effective, when I was born, still learning to walk, will be to the piano climb. To this day, I can still find snot in the cracks of my piano keys from time to time.

When I was in elementary school, my father asked the daughter-in-law of the piano instructor who taught him in the music department to teach me. Of course, the piano instructor’s daughter-in-law also taught piano at a university, but the difference was just between a national and a private university.

The first time I went to my piano teacher’s house, I was shocked. At that young age, I had always thought that a piano looked like the kind with a small table standing upright at the foot of the wall. But the piano at my teacher’s house was so big that I was shocked to see two big, shiny triangular pianos in the living room.

The days of suffering unfolded. I couldn’t even touch the fish when other kids could. Everything had to be played according to the fingering and tempo in the textbook. The fingerings on the exercises, sometimes just for training, were harder to play. Most of the time, the teacher would assign easier fingerings to the children, but when it came to me, I had to play everything according to the hard fingerings. Other kids could play slower than the standard tempo, but I had to be drilled to the standard tempo.

I hated my piano teacher during those turbulent years.

Every time I asked her why the other kids were able to touch the fish, she would say to me with a straight face, “Kid, your dad is a music teacher. She would say to me in a very serious manner, “My little friend, your father is a music teacher, so you have to accept your fate.”

Moreover, my father was afraid that my piano teacher would touch the fish, so he would come to visit his teacher, that is, my piano teacher’s mother-in-law, with gifts from time to time. So every time I was very miserable, in case I played poorly and was heard by my grandmothers mother-in-law, she would go and scold her daughter-in-law; then her daughter-in-law came and scolded me, and when I got home I was scolded by my dad again, and then fucked even more fiercely.

Sometimes the piano teacher’s family would hold little recitals, and I would be invited to play as a model. The teacher would always tell the students in the music class who didn’t work hard to see that I, who was not a student in the music class and who was very young, could play the exercises at a standard tempo using the fingerings in the textbook, so that they wouldn’t try to catch fish.

That’s why my dad always took me to the Music Teachers’ Fellowship. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve never lost to other kids. Then my dad would say, “My kid can’t play well, he doesn’t even go to music class!” He was clearly sarcastic about other kids who can’t even play the piano well even though they are enrolled in music classes.

That’s why my young mind already knew the unchanging truth that “the happiness of adults is built on the pain of children”. When I got to graduate school, I was asked to help other professors during the summer vacation just to play the piano, so the hatred between me and the piano wasn’t just a big one.

So the teacher took me, to some art-related institute, to call on another professor. The two teachers, as well as me, a little carrot, were halfway through a discussion in the research room when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The moment the door was pulled open, it took me by surprise that it was Lesbi’s girlfriend.

If you walk at night too much, you will really meet good brothers, not to mention walking at night in the school. Both professors introduced each other, it turned out that she is to work with me to cooperate with the object of the project, the name is Ivory, a university music department graduated from the examination in.

〈１５〉

Since it was my Lesbi’s girlfriend who committed the offense at hand, it would be interesting. Originally, I was worried about her having a girlfriend, so maybe I can secretly sabotage her, maybe I can cause them to split up. This kind of hurtful thing, absolutely can’t let Lesbi know, so as not to expose the treacherous plan. Thinking of that despicable thing, I can’t help but make me laugh out loud in triumph.

Prof. Chen: “Sam, what are you laughing at?”

‘Uh… I think this case is quite interesting.’

Professor Zhang: “Mr. Chen, come on, come on, I’ll be the host for lunch, let’s all go have a meal!”

”Thank you, Mr. Zhang.” What a nice day today na.

Prof. Chen: “How can this be a good idea, it should be my treat.”

Professor Chang: “Ivory, you come too.”

Ivory glared at me, hoping she didn’t see that I was getting the wrong idea.

The two big professors walked in the front, we two small carrots, had to follow in the back together obediently.Ivory this person is very strange, are not talking much.

‘Hey, why don’t you say anything? Got a sore throat?’ I had nothing to say.

“Nope!”

‘Don’t be so cool, we’ll be working together in the future… let’s shake hands first…’ I smiled and reached out a hand.

“You’d better settle down from now on, straw man!”

Gosh, a nosebleed. I swear, it’s just a very, very small one. It’s a terrible shame to be called a straw man. Let’s write the case together and we’ll make her look good.

After dinner, Prof. Chang asked Ivory to call me a key to their lab, so that I can go and use their equipment anytime I want. Generally speaking, when doing computerized soundtracks, I often use a digital piano with a score writing software to input the score into the computer. Then I have to use an editing program to write some control codes for the sound machine, together with the sound card’s special effects, to make the computer soundtrack. If there are still effects that I can’t do, I have to write a program to modify the waveforms directly from the recording.

In order to avoid embarrassment, I went back to the dormitory in the afternoon, so I went back to the old piano sheet music, I plan to find time to practice a little bit, so that I can go to scare Ivory in the future. to practice the piano in secret to go to scare people, of course, you have to choose the night time. I had a full dinner, took a shower, carried my scores, and headed to the lab.

Generally speaking, headphones can be used on digital pianos, so when I go to practice in secret, I just need to put on the headphones, so that I am not afraid of being heard by others. Don’t think you can play the piano beautifully, but during the process of practicing, you can’t avoid playing the wrong notes, which is hard to hear.

Got to the lab and sure enough no one was there. Played the scales and arpeggios and thankfully didn’t regress too much, which gave me a piece of mind.

As the night wore on and practice came to an end, I ran outside for a smoke and a break. Surprisingly, I heard someone playing Liszt’s piece, which is famously difficult, and I didn’t realize that someone else at our school would be able to play it.

Seeking the sound I looked over, it turned out to be from the piano practice room near the laboratory. The sound of the piano was clear and ethereal, and the player’s skill was extraordinary. The tune was Petrarca’s Sonnet, No. 104, from the second year of Liszt’s tour. (Sonetto Del Petrarca, No. 104) Listening to that melody exudes the bitterness and hurt of love in the verses, and is like longing for an unattainable dream. Slender emotions, mercury-like, roll with the notes.

I gently opened it next door to the piano room, sitting in front of the piano, listening quietly through the wall. The night was heavy, looking out the window at the stars, my thoughts rose and fell with the sound of the piano.

However, the sound of the zither passed away, and the surroundings once again fell into a silence, but the thoughts could not be calmed for a long time.

I think of Lesbi, of the unbreakable love I have with her, of her girlfriend that I can never beat, of her trying to make out with another girl, and I can’t do anything about it.

An inexplicable sadness came over me, and pulling back the lid, I casually proceeded to play the forty-seventh number of that sonnet. (Sonetto Del Petrarca, No. 47; with the preceding piece both from the Year of the Parade.) Thinking of Lesbi, who is far away from home, and the helplessness of the triangle with her, the layers of emotion that cannot be melted away, as if they had a life of their own, are transmitted to the notes with my fingertips.

A sigh of relief came from the next room after the song was played.

“Who are you?” It’s a woman.

I was startled, but luckily I reacted calmly and didn’t panic. Who should I say I was? In a moment of playfulness, I thought of Weber’s “Phantom of the opera” (Phantom of the opera), I will be Phantom (Phantom)! So I immediately played the “Phantom of the opera”, the surging sound of the music, with the powerful rhythm of the left hand, I feel quite pleased to hear myself.

‘And who are you?’ After playing, it was my turn to ask the girl across from me.

It wasn’t long before I heard another piece from the same opera, “Music of the night”, which I know quite well, and she played it with a really distinctive flavor.

So the two of them played one tune each and went through most of the night without saying a word. I was really sleepy, while she was talking to me about her puppy sneak away (puppy round dance, legend has it that the piano poet Chopin to the Mediterranean island to recuperate from illness, saw his girlfriend George Sand’s puppy, chasing his own tail of the amusing scene, on the spur of the moment and wrote the tune), even the Good Night Song did not play.

Back in his dorm room, Ken was still buried in his video toys.

Ken: “You’re back?”

‘Yes… I’m telling you, the girl I’m working on the project with is very pretty.’

Ken: “Really? Introducing…”

Hey, hey, he can’t figure out that I want him to abduct Ivory, and then I’ll bring Lesbi to grab the bag.

‘Uh-huh, when I get to know her better someday, I’ll argue her out and let you buy a meal.’

Ken: “No problem, no problem. First, tell me, how good does she look? What’s her body like?”

So the two began to conspire against the Qing Dynasty to restore the Ming Dynasty.

The next day began to work on the special project, Ivory does not talk much, and is cold to people. Thinking that only yesterday and Qian boasted about the appointment of people, I see that it is a little difficult.

After a boring, busy day, she resented my clumsiness and I resented her computer idiocy. To add insult to injury, Lesbi made two cross-country phone calls to Ivory’s lab looking for her, while I only received one in my dorm. That’s one less call, and I’ve lost Ivory in terms of number of calls.

Then I heard Ivory’s lovey-dovey words, abducting my girlfriend in front of me, but I could only smoke on the side, not daring to say a word. And Ivory is really mean, and will tell my girlfriend that I’m clumsy, and that I’m a big grass, and a lot of other things.

Back in the dormitory, when I received a call from Lesbi, I didn’t dare to mention Ivory’s matter; instead, I heard her say that her girlfriend had met a big grasshopper and wanted to do a special project together. Then that straw bag is bad and colorful, I do not know how many women’s belly outside, maybe even children, as many as the sheep on the Mongolian steppe.

Geez! I have to hear the same thing twice, and Lesbi will add to it by scolding that big hayseed a little more. And then she’ll call me names, and I’ll have to laugh, and it’ll be a disaster.

—– Appendix: Petrarca’s Sonnets and English Translations —– –Note: Sambad’s Chinese language skills are poor, if I were to translate it into Chinese verse, it would become a meow.

Petrarcha’s Sonnets, No. 104.

Benedetto sia l giorno, e l mese, e lanno,E la stagione, e l tempo, e lora, e l puntoE l bel paese e l loco, ovio fui giunto

Daduo begli occhi che legato manno.

E benedetto il primo dolce affanno

Chi ebbi ad esser con Amor congiunto.

E larco e la saette ond i fui punto.

E le piaghe, chinfino al cor mi vanno.

Benedette le voci tante, chio

Chiamando il nome di Laura ho sparte.

E i sospiri e le lagrime e l desio.

E benedette sian tutte le carte

Ovio fama le acquisto, e il pensier mio.

Che sol di lei, si chaltra non vha parte.

Translation of the original poem.

Blest be the day, and blest the month, the yearThe spring the hour, the very moment blest.

The lovely scene, the spot, where first oppressdI sunk, of two bright eyes the prisoner.

And blest the first soft pang, to me the most dear,Which thrilld my hear, when Love became its guest; And blest the bow, the shafts which pierced my breast.

And even the wounds, which bosomd thence I bear.

Blest too the strains which, pourd through glade and grove, Have made the woodlands echo with her name.

The sighs, the tears, the languishment, the love; And blest the sonnets, sources of my fame.

And blest the thought-Oh! never to remove!

Which turns to her alone, from her alone which came.

–

Petrarcha’s Sonnets, No. XLVII.

Pace non trovo, e non ho da far guerra.

E terno, e spero, ed ardo, e son un ghiaccio.

E volo sopra l cielo, e giaccio in terra.

E nulla stringo, e tutto l mondo abbraccio.

Tal mha in priggion, che non mapre, ne serra,Ne per suo mi ritien, ne scioglie il laccio.

E non muccide Amor, e non mi sferra.

Ne mi vuol vivo, ne mi trahe dimpaccio.

Veggio senzocchi; e non ho lingua e grido.

E bramo di perir, e cheggio aita.

Ed ho in odio me stesso, ed amo altrui.

Pascomi di dolor; piangendo rido.

Egualmente mi spiace morte e vita.

In questo stato son, Donna, per Voi.

Translation of the original poem.

I find no peace, and all my war is done.

I fear and hope; I burn, and freeze like ice; I fly aloft, yet can I not arise.

And nought I have, and all the world I season, That locks nor looseth, holdeth me in prison, And holds me not, yet can Iscape no wise.

Nor lets me live, nor die, at my devise.

And yet of death it giveth me occasion.

Without eye, I see; without tongue, I plain.

I wish to perish, yet I ask for health.

I love another, and thus I hate myself.

I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.

Lo, thus displeaseth me both death and life.

And my delight is causer of thi strife.

〈１６〉

Being talked to by Lesbi for half a day put me in a bad mood and made me think that she didn’t love me as much as she loved Ivory. Disappointed, I returned to the lab and continued to struggle with the boring program.

Shameful Ivory, in the evening, he disappeared, must have gone to find which big beautiful girl to play kissing again. I don’t know when, the familiar sound of the piano sounded again. Everyone has their own style of playing the piano, as well as their own different ways of touching the keys, who is playing the piano, I can hear it at once.

So I tiptoed back into the next piano room and waited until she had finished her familiar Petrarchan sonnet before gently following up with “Phantom of the opera” and telling her I was coming.

This time, I played my own version, and perhaps because I was in a bad mood, the accompaniment made the whole tune sound very mournful, and the playing speed was much slower than normal. At some point the girl in the next room joined me in playing the same piece, but changed the accompaniment to a mandolin style, making it a four-handed piece. I could tell that she knew I was a little sad and wanted to help me, but was a little helpless.

Then she played Schiller’s “Ode to Joy,” perhaps meaning she wanted me to be happy!

So every night, I will be on time to go over, hiding in the mysterious woman’s next room, and she used the sound of the piano to chat. With the time more and more familiar, sometimes together with the four-handed joint play, really fast life. But the two have a tacit understanding, each other are avoided. Occasionally, I would have some naughty thoughts, like playing something like “Think of me” (from Weber’s “Phantom of the Opera”) and telling her to remember to think of me.

Time flies like an arrow, years fly like a shuttle, all of a sudden I can’t believe another week has passed. The project has to report its progress to the teachers, but the two of us, that hateful Ivory and I, are vomiting every day, and our progress is about the same as zero.

Ivory, seeing that he was going to be scolded and staying a little late in the lab, about 7:00 p.m., kind of sat down and kept trying to run outside.

‘Sister, please, we have to report tomorrow, how are we going to break up with the teacher?’

“Let’s just say you can’t write your program.”

‘I can’t do anything about it if you don’t input the tune into the computer!’

“It’s better than a lone man and woman sharing a room at night! If you don’t like it, you can lose your own sheet music and make your own orchestrations.” She tossed her long hair and went back. It was cool enough to be cha!

After a while, it was almost time for my beloved Lesbi to call me at my dorm, so I left a bunch of pending work and ran back to my dorm to wait for the call. I didn’t want her to know that I was working on a project with her girlfriend, so I didn’t give her the extension number of the lab. If I wanted to answer her call, I had to run to the dormitory with a sense of resignation.

Listening to her froth at the mouth with anecdotes about the tour and her girlfriend and the big straw man, it was after ten all of a sudden. I hung up the phone and was busy rushing back to the piano room for my date. But strangely enough, the girl who accompanied me to play the piano didn’t show up. The whole departmental hall was empty, and I didn’t see half a person.

‘Probably she won’t come!’ I sat witheringly thinking at the piano, playing Liszt’s Bells over and over again

(Paganini Etude No. 3-La Companella), intending to embarrass her when she comes.

“Sister, you’re in such a good mood! You didn’t even turn on the lights…” The door to the piano room was pushed open, startling me.

‘I’m a male!’ Came back smoothly.

The girl who came, with a round face, was also surprised by me: “Oh… I’m so sorry, I thought she was my schoolmate”! She’s the only one who can play this song in our office.”

‘Right ho, I’m not from your institute.’

“Then how did you end up here?”

”I’m here to help Mr. Zhang write the project.”

“Oh, so that’s what it is. You play two more songs to lend me.”

‘Then be a good boy and keep quiet and don’t scare me, yo.’

“ANLA ANLA…” she nodded her head desperately, and put her index finger on her lips with a “shh~” gesture of not speaking.

After playing a few random tunes, a familiar Petraka came from the next room, “Sister, I’ve met someone who can fight with you…” she jumped up and yelled while running to the next room, disappearing like the wind.

So the two of them, in the other room, were making small noises.

People finally came, and to be honest, I kinda missed the girl who played the piano with me. Not long after, it was quiet again, and she and I began to chat as usual. Maybe she was sitting next to her sister, and the sound of the piano was a bit chaotic.

I’m replaying “The Bells” to embarrass her.

“Don’t…” said a girl.

“Let’s go check it out…” said another girl.

“Shy face yeah.”

“No, or I’ll tickle you!”

“Woah~”

Plucked like a mountain, the door to my room was pushed open, and the round-faced schoolmate busted in carrying her precious schoolmate.

‘How is it you?’ The clock I bought from Lester, the second hand suddenly broke.

“How come it’s you again?”

“Huh… I thought you two had never met? You lied to me~~ Shame on you…” The round-faced schoolgirl looked at us with an innocent face, blinking the misty eyes of a girl’s manga.

“Hee hee hee hee… then I won’t make any noise about you two falling in love…” The round-faced sister slipped away again like the wind.

“The night is worth a thousand dollars, la! La! La!” On the corridor, the round-faced schoolmate’s song, from time to time, came in bursts of echoes, fading away.

”Alas, it’s you, what a great disappointment… Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

“Hey, it turns out to be a big straw man, and a big disappointment too na…” she puffed out a laugh.

First time I’ve seen Ivory smile in all the time I’ve known her.

‘You play the piano very well, impressive.’

“You’re not so bad either. Didn’t you study computer science? How come you play so well?”

”Alas,” I sighed quietly, following the example of an eight o’clock serial, ”I’m telling you, it’s all my fault that I was born in the wrong mother’s house, in the house of a music teacher…” Gulp, I recounted the bloody history of my childhood.

The next day during the meeting, I didn’t get angry with Ivory. Simply a little bit more naked, and the two teachers said that I program some caterpillars, so the delay to the progress of the Ivory on my hostility is also a lot less, at least two people together in the laboratory, will from time to time to talk to children. Unlike before, I’ve been ignoring people all day long, boring me to death.

After learning of Ivory’s unspeakable secret, the round-faced schoolteacher came running to the lab every now and then, grinding her teeth on one side and spying on any bigger gossip between Ivory and me on the other.

The day went by in a flash, and when it came time for the evening chat, I was once again on time, and Ivory came right on time, too, and the two of them sat in their respective rooms, playing the piano as if nothing was wrong.

‘Do we still need to sit in two separate rooms?’ I said to Ivory as I knocked on the wall.

She didn’t answer. So I walked out, pushed open the door to her room, and sat down to her left.

“You know, you’re the only one who will play the piano just for me.”

‘You’re also the only one who will talk to me on the piano yo.’ I smiled and looked at her.

“Want to play a song together?”

‘Hurray… which is the best piece…’ Thinking of Weber’s Opera Evita.

‘Im surprisingly good for you how?’

“Yes, I like that song too…”

That tune is a male/female duet, which makes it fun, I can play the boys and she can play the girls. Inside the opera, this is the dialogue that Mrs. Evita sings in chorus when she first meets the male lead.

The Latin style of the song is full of romance and fantasy. The original song makes clever use of timpani, like the thumping heart of love at first sight. I’m whispering very quietly, using the bass part of the piano to mimic that sentiment.

Listening to the notes of fantasy and longing, smelling the gusts of perfume coming from her, gave one the feeling of being born in a dream. Every touch of a key, every sound, sends ripples through the heart. People are with each other, and when I feel like falling into a dream, I’m sure she does too.

After playing the last line, she actually covered her face and ran out the door without looking back, leaving me awkwardly in my chair.

〈１７〉

The next day I saw Ivory slouching, not talking much, seemingly in a bad mood, ‘Did I make you angry yesterday?’ I said timidly. She shook her head, her teeth biting her lip, almost bleeding, “Why did you have to be born a man…”

‘I can’t help it, my mom’s belly is so powerful, he wants to make me into a belt carrier, I can’t help it either!’ I was busy trying to make her happy. It’s strange, isn’t her father a man?

She was still muffled.

‘Did a boy bully you na? I’ll help you flatten him.’ He was busy rolling up his sleeves and making a show of flattening someone.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

‘Maybe…’ I walked over to the digital piano and turned on the power, ‘So, I’ll play the piano for you, and you can speak slowly to me.’ I opened with Chopin’s Narrative No. 2.

“And for your information, my father is very rich…”

Ivory’s mom used to work in a factory as a laborer, and because she was so pretty, she was abducted by the factory’s big boss to be his mistress, and she had two children.Ivory’s dad, however, was the one who inherited the factory’s property from the family, and he was adamant that he would not get a divorce. I heard that her father’s family is very rich, somewhere in Taichung City, a whole street of land is his family property.

In the earliest days, her father would send money on time, and then he had other mistresses, but he didn’t even send money. For a long time, her mom relied on odd jobs to make ends meet, and the family became very poor.

She has an older brother, and had hoped that when he was older, he would be able to earn money to supplement the family income. However, her brother became obsessed with gambling, and sometimes when he lost, he would come home to ask for money, and when he couldn’t get it, he would beat up her mother. Sometimes when she ran to help, she was injured. In the end, her mother fell ill and couldn’t make any money, but her brother owed gambling debts to underground money changers, and even turned his thoughts to her, wanting to sell her to make money from her flesh and blood.

‘Damn it! How can there be such a person? What happened afterwards?” I asked, a little worried.

“Don’t ask, okay?” Tears were pouring down her face and I gave her a box of tissues: ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you that.’

Not knowing how to comfort her, I walked outside to have a cigarette, and after thinking for a while, I slipped off to the welfare office and bought a box of kimsha and came back, ‘Have a couple of kimshas…’ I smiled and took the chocolates and gave them to her.

“Thank you…” She had stopped crying and picked up a kimsha, like a kitten. So I was busy starting to write the program again, not knowing what to say.

He came back from buying two boxes of bento for lunch, and the two of them ate together in the lab.

“Right, what do you think of my schoolmate?” She took a bite of her meal.

”Not bad, very cheerful! Her looks aren’t bad either, so she should be pursued by many people.” Although the round-faced senior sister had a round face, she was good-looking and her features were very detailed.

“By the way, I’m going to work part-time as a piano player at the Piano Bar starting today to earn some living expenses. Do you want to come with me? I may not have time to play the piano with you from now on…”

”Uh? Tell me the truth, is your senior sister-sama playing some tricks again?”

“No, I swear, absolutely not.”

‘In that case, I’ll ask my roommate to go with me as well…’

“It’s okay…”

I’m not going to say anything, I’ll call back to the dormitory and tell Ken to get ready, we’re going to go to the Piano Bar in the evening, and finally I’ll go back to my dormitory, this time I’ll make sure that Ken will be able to abduct me to Ivory, I’ll be able to do that, I’ll be able to do that.

Ivory proceeded to call and make an appointment as well. They all decided to meet in front of the school at 9:30 p.m., and the round-faced schoolmarm was going to drive everyone there in her car.

As soon as he got back to his quarters in the evening, Ken piled on the smiles and went out to greet him.

Ken: “You’re really good, you’ve got a date with a girl.”

‘Do me a favor, who is like you playing video games every day, how can you abduct a pretty girl.’

Ken: “Tell me, are those two girls right?”

‘A super hot one with long hair and bubbly beauty!’

Ken: “How’s your body? Are you choking?”

”Don’t worry, don’t worry, absolutely enough, not and you said that’s the one who did the special project with me!”

Ken: “Uh? I forgot. How big is it? This big? Or this big?” He gestures with his hand on his chest.

‘Foot is this big?’ I drew a watermelon with my hand.

Ken: “Ew!”

The two of them were clueless and started discussing the great cause of fighting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty. Qian also kept asking what to wear out to look more handsome.

It was about about 9:30, but Qian pulled me out early with a monkey face. The two of us waited for a while in front of the school, and the round-faced sister drove over with Ivory in her car. Ken and I sat in the backseat and couldn’t see what the people in the front seat looked like. I introduced the four of them to each other, and Ken was looking around, trying to see what the two beauties in the front seat looked like.

The round-faced older sister was no less noisy, and her voice was heard all along the way. Qian wasn’t weak either, and kept striking up conversations.

Ivory and I were very quiet.

When I arrived at my destination, I looked at the signboard and saw that it read “Piano Club”!

”Geez, hotels I can’t afford to sit in yeah.” Calculating that I’m only carrying three thousand yen on me, and those ‘business clubs’, they’re practically synonymous with ‘expensive’.

Ken: “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got some more.”

Sister: “Oh, I’m such a pretty girl, will I be…” She glanced at me and Khen: “What will happen to me…?”

Ken: “I swear I don’t have anything weird on me!”

Ivory: “Let’s go, I still have to change.” She carried a bag of clothes and hurried into the store.

Don’t think that a place with a piano is classier, walk into the store and it’s just as smokey, smells of cheap aromatics, and even the piano sound becomes cheap.

The young master took us to our seats and Ivory walked to the dressing room. Mom-san ran up to us with a smile on her face and asked if we had designated any favorite ladies. The old days of being a young master in a hotel came back to us.

Smiling and welcoming mama-san, this time encountered a petty bumpkin. The same hustle and bustle, the same help for the guests to light up cigarettes, even the smile and the posture of covering the mouth, all the same. The young men also entered in the same order, serving small dishes, towels, and not forgetting to take a look at which of us had banknotes in their hands.

Not long after, two flamboyant ladies came and sat next to each other in a big prickly manner, calling out boss long and boss short. Compared to my sister and Ivory, these two are really ugly. I don’t know why I used to think that a restaurant lady would be more beautiful than a woman from a good family.

“Brother Ken~~ Come on, have a drink…” A lady hooked her arm around Ken’s neck.

“Brother Sam~~” The other one was also calling me… Oh my God! Chicken mother’s skin fell all over the floor.

The familiar sound of the piano rings out, and Ivory takes the stage. Squinting, a black dress, the same cold beauty, just not the same hotel.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now starting an hour with me, Nightshade, at your service…” came Ivory’s sweet voice over the announcer.

There was a loud bang in his head, and the cup landed with a resounding thud.

〈１８〉

The lady on the sidelines was busy cleaning up the broken cups, and my brain was a mess. I can’t believe I spent so much time together and didn’t guess that Ivory was Nightshade.

Ken: “Sam, you’re already drunk after only two drinks?”

Sister: “No way, look at him, he’s not red in the face, how could he be drunk?”

‘It’s okay, my hand slipped.’

Ms. Wine: “Sam, are you scared of a pretty girl? So shy…”

How could I not recognize her? Maybe it was because the hotel lights were always dim, so I couldn’t remember what Chu Nightshade looked like; maybe she was so annoying that I simply didn’t bother with her at the time. Thinking about it, I can’t remember the young masters that I have a close personal relationship with, but I can’t remember what they look like either.

But what really started to get to me was what Ivory had said that morning. Her brother tried to sell her, and what happened after that, she wouldn’t say. Running off to become a tavern girl was a true fact.

Ivory was still playing pop tunes with little nourishment, and every now and then a customer would come up and order a song. The large wine glass on which the small fee was placed on the piano was at once stuffed with large, colorful bills.

Rambling, they ignored the two young ladies beside them. After making a fool of themselves, they shifted their target to Ken.

Maybe it was just a feeling of pity, I felt sorry for Ivory. I wondered if she had really been sold into the fire, and fantasized about her beautiful body being pressed into bed by a bloated, fat man… An inexplicable heartache pierced my heart like an awl.

The one who messes with my mind, yesterday’s day was full of troubles.

Really can not sit down, Ivory originally should be elegant and flawless piano sound, but sounded so harsh. I threw three thousand dollars to Qian, said headache, left first.

Without a dime on him, by downtown, he walked back to school alone, hoping that the cool night breeze would clear his head a bit.

“Young ㄝ, come and sit down and make some tea.” The pimp in front of the barber shop yelled.

I pulled out both of my empty pockets and walked over with a bitter smile.

Thinking about all the things Ivory had done along the way, I could understand more and more her hostility toward men. Men, men, will do anything for money and sex.

Maybe I was thinking out of my mind, or maybe I was too tired to walk, but I twisted my foot in front of a betel nut vendor’s stall. The two ladies inside saw my stupidity and laughed so hard that the powder on their faces fell all over the ground. Two mouths of yellow teeth, it turns out also eat betel nut.

I covered my feet, sitting on the ground, fortunately not seriously injured, rest should still walk back. The neon lights of the betel nut stalls are blindingly bright. I look at the light, look at the watch, midnight twelve o’clock, I think everyone must have returned to the dormitory. I dragged my feet and walked towards the school.

There was a “hiss~” and the sound of an emergency brake was heard. Looking back, the lady from the betel nut stand, flamboyantly ran out, waving her hand to sell more betel nuts.

Turning around, the school was less than a kilometer away, and it felt so far away.

A sound of footsteps, hurried from behind, “Sam, are you okay?” A warm hand held me up. A quick look to my left and it turns out to be Ivory.

‘No harm done.’

“Let’s take the car and go back together… hmm?”

‘No, still walking, I want to be quiet.’

She waved away, signaling her senior sister to drive Ken back first. As the car drove forward, the sound of the round-faced schoolmate flirting with Ken could be vaguely heard.

“Why did you leave first?”

‘Not used to it, so I’ll go first.’ I shook my twisted left foot, it didn’t seem to hurt very much anymore. Gently, I took her hand that was holding me up, off my shoulder, and handed it over to my left hand to hold.

The two of them are holding hands and walking back to the school quietly. The artificial lake reflects the reflection of the street lamp, the ghostly water waves, like the ripples of thoughts.

‘It’s beautiful.’ I stopped at the lake.

“Yeah.” She gazed up.

The two of them were sitting on the ground on the turf, and she was still wearing the black dress. The streetlight spilled over her, so beautiful.

‘You’re Nightshade?’

“Yeah, Music of the night, you remember?”

‘Remember.’

“What?”

I took a breath and organized my thoughts: ‘You worked in a hotel, didn’t you?’

“How do you know?” The hand was tight in her grip.

So I briefly told her about working at the hotel.

“Will you dislike me?” She cried, tears just like dewdrops on a rose.

I shook my head vigorously: ‘I… feel sorry for you.’ My emotions broke down, and I let my tears pour out.

She hugged me.

‘You… really were…’ I couldn’t say it.

“Silly boy…” she stroked my hair: “What a silly boy…”

Couldn’t help but kiss her.

Oh, my beloved Lesbi, I’m sorry. The voice of that call floats in the sea of my heart… <19>

Whether it’s pity, love, or affection has long been indistinguishable.

Holding her tightly. It was the first time that emotions stirred, wanting me to own a woman completely. Wanting to own her, wanting to own her heart, her love, and her past.

“Sam… don’t cry… I’m not worth crying over.”

‘You’re worth… you’re worth it!’ There were so many things I wanted to say to her. I couldn’t say them, and I didn’t know where to start.

Fish in the lake, leaping out of the water, stirring up flakes.

The summer night is like water, and the breeze picks up and carries gusts of coolness.

”It’s cold, I’ll send you back.”

She shook her head: “I don’t want to go back… stay with me for a while, okay?”

‘Well, then, I’ll play the piano for you, okay?’

I stood up and pulled her up with both hands. The two of them snuggled up and walked towards the faculty hall, like a couple in love.

The faculty hall has a small recital hall with a platform piano. There was only room for one person to sit in the playing chair.

I didn’t turn on the lights, letting the moonlight spill onto the floor at will. I pulled her over to the piano, carried her up to the stand, made her take off her shoes and sit on it. I’m going to watch her play the piano, just for her to hear.

She bent her feet and circled her knees with both hands. The moonlight shone through the window pane and reflected on her, beautiful as a fairy in a musical note. I played her tune, my tune. From the first encounter between the two of them in the piano room, I played to the sadness of her life, the pain for her, and the infinite love and pity.

You Must Love Me (from the Weber opera Evita), I don’t know where I got the courage to say this to her. In the original opera, it is the song that Evita sings to Perón before she dies, full of infinite sadness and love.

‘Where do we go from here?’ I sang softly.

‘This is nt where we intended to be.’

‘We had it all, you believed in me, I believed in you.’

‘Certainties disappear.’

‘What do we do for our dream to survive, how do we keep all our passions aliveas we used to do?’

‘Deep in my heart Im concealing things that Im longing to say,’

‘scared to confess what Im feeling fright ened youll slip away,’

‘you must love me…’

‘you must love me…’

“YOU MUST LOVE ME…” She actually sang the last line with me.

The sound of the piano was so far away that it didn’t go away for a long time. Couldn’t believe that she would sing that line to me.

‘Do you… like me?’ While the mountain alliance was still fresh in my ears, my heart, however, betrayed Lesbi.

“I…” she said as she reached over and played the ‘Do’ note on the keys.

I…’ Thinking about it for a moment, she said ‘I…’ What about me?

“I do.” Doesn’t that mean “I do”?

‘Me…’ I played the second note on the piano…

She froze for a moment and took my hand, which was playing down the keys, and caressed her blazing cheek. Two faces, closer and closer, until four deep lips, entwined.

“With a bang, the lid of the piano was closed by me, sending out a gurgling echo. The distance between the two bodies is getting closer and closer, without realizing it, they both kissed on top of the piano.

No matter what had happened to her before, her body was still so clean and flawless in my eyes, as pure and transparent as the sound of her piano. I only dared to hold her, kiss her, but did not dare to have any reverie, for fear of blasphemy to her pure emotion.

“Do you think I suck?”

I shook my head.

“Do you think I’m cheap?”

‘Why do you say that?’

“Every man wants to fuck me, why don’t you even touch me?”

‘Why don’t you understand…’ I slapped the lid feebly: ‘Because I like you…’

“I’m sorry…”

‘Let’s just go with the flow, shall we?’

“Eh.” She blinked her watery eyes and nodded. One hand, however, quietly skimmed over the ends of my hair, my ear, my neck, and the tip of her index finger hooked around the neckline of my shirt, teasing lust where it passed, like down gliding over it.

The fingers of the piano like a genie in my body dancing on a summer night, thumb on the index finger to make a circle, “poof” sound, the first button, but did not fight to leave the workplace; “poof” sound, the second button, and by her finger compulsion. Abandonment of duty.

Her fingers are gentle and elastic, like they are caressing me, yet they barely feel the weight. The dancing spirit, suddenly buried in the shirt, changed the stage, resting on top of my chest. The pearl was so hot, the pearl was so hot, the pearl was so hot, the pearl was so hot.

‘Oh…’ I would like to sit in the electric chair of lust, and my mouth chaotically emits a mournful cry after the electric shock.

I gently tried to place my hand on her chest, but the person dared not put it on it as if suffocating. In vain, I lightly clenched my fists and placed them between the valleys of my chest. She softly pushed me away and sat up, shaking her hair. Taking my hands, she placed them behind her back, on top of that zipper, and slid them down again. I sat up, my hands pulled by her, and removed her dress.

Dark night, dark piano, moonlight reflecting on snow-white skin, but so bright that I can’t open my eyes.

Black dresses, black lingerie, scattered on the floor. Me, looking dumbfounded.

“I like you…”

”Uh…”

“I really like you…”

‘Me too…’

“So…” she took a breath: “So… I want…”

I also want. That feeling, not just wanting to give vent to desire, but a kind of longing, longing for the two of them, mind and body, to be able to be closely together. I wantonly buried her chest, kissed her. The reddish blossoms on her breasts hardened little by little under the tip of my tongue.

Her hands did not rest at first. On the floor, the clothes I was wearing were lying on top of her dress. One, two, three, four…

Without realizing it, the most intimate place between the two of them, touched for a moment, so smooth and hot.

‘Can I really? Can I really?’ I asked myself repeatedly. Wanting to go in, but not daring to; would that hard-won affection be broken up by excessive intimacy? I don’t know.

Her fingers on my back gripped a little tighter with each inadvertent contact. A burning sensation came from my crotch, and the inadvertent contact actually caused the rod of love and lust to stop in the little puddle in front of my peach. Pushing forward a little, the burning increased a few more degrees, and her fingers gripped tighter.

Pushing further, I felt her tightly clenched folds being pushed open by me bit by bit, ‘So tight…’

It’s not easy to get in, even though the water is flowing. The nest of lust struggles against the intrusion.

‘Will it hurt?’ Looking at her furrowed brow, he said intolerantly.

She shook her head with an effort.

Finally, it was completely inside her. I stopped and kissed her, a kind of love of two people mingling together, entwined in my heart. The intimate tunnel in Peachland quivered from time to time. Clamping and releasing the intruder; clamping and releasing.

“Oh…” she let out a small whimper and opened her eyes, looking at them in style. The feeling was blissful and sweet.

‘I’m going to have her, I’m going to have her.’ I said to myself one at a time. I pumped back and forth, from gentle to furious. The piano stand under her back thumped, and the strings in the piano resonated with a humming sound.

I curled up her knees and pressed them against my chest. I pumped gently but heavily, reaching the deepest point, “Ah…” She couldn’t hold it back any longer and cried out.

A rush of heat came from the depths of my peach source, but I pushed against the mouth of the temple where she had given birth to life, and a burst of the dissolving flames of love and desire spewed out without end.

The two of them cuddled together gasping for breath as I stroked her hair looking at her so blissfully!

I love you, Ivory.

＜２０＞

Passion, so thick it can’t be dispersed.

Her snow-white legs clamped on my waist, long refused to let go. Gently caressing her thighs, slender and well-proportioned, can not find a trace of reverie blemish. My greedy sight, a long time can not leave.

Beautiful thighs all the way up, with her water snake-like waist, forming a perfect arc. Greedily looking upwards, the moonlight spread on her full chest, small two smudges of redness, lined with a room of delicate color. That is how many men, dream charm traction place!

A slender neck, connecting a man’s dreamy charm with her heavenly features. Small chin, slightly moist lips, is where my passion resides. A few beads of sweat on a small nose, glistening with moonlight. Deep flinty eyes, large and bright, as if they could speak, harboring strong feelings of affection.

Long hair, lined with moonlight, cascaded down the edge of the lyre. Both hands were stretched out, bending away from the body of the piano in the direction of the waterfall.

What a beautiful sight, like a fairy coming in that moonlight, dancing with those silver-white wings.

“Sam…” she said shyly, “Please listen to my Petraka!”

The fairy left the body of the piano, and I lay on my back, both hands resting on my chin, watching the moving figure, sitting in the playing chair. Dreamy sonnets drifted out from those black and white keys. A single string, quivering in the piano beneath my carapace, spoke the verses of the night.

She loved me, and her verses came to her heart one by one. I can’t help but pull me off the piano stage and walk behind her. My loving hands slid down the long, soft hair that hung down her chest, over her face, her bosom, and straight down… The sound of the zither went from being clear and transparent to becoming unrestrained, erotic, and hungry as I moved my hands. Her breath caught in her throat and her cheeks flushed hot. The angel of the night transformed into a siren of the night. My tidal wave of lust was rekindled…

It was almost dawn when I got back to my dorm. Ken was sleeping very hard, both legs stretched out crookedly outside the blankets, snoring deafeningly, with a few occasional dreamy words coming through.

Lying down on the bed, Ivory’s body scent remaining on my body could vaguely still be smelled. It was a scent that made people miss me, a scent that made people pity me, and it floated in my mind and could not be dispersed.

Thinking of Lesbi, with her, like bathing in the warm winter sun, happiness with stability; and thinking of Ivory, like transparent crystal, let a person love can not be forgotten.

With Lesbi, one can talk of nothing, and hide in her arms in joy and sorrow; with Ivory, the mere act of playing the piano with her touches the heartstrings and makes a great deal of life.

I can’t tell who is lighter and who is heavier in my heart between the two women.

As they drifted off to sleep, the two of them seemed to be holding hands and playing with me in my dreams.

When I got up, Ken was all gossipy again, trying to find out if I had some kind of fling yesterday.

Ken: “Tell me honestly, where did you go yesterday?”

”No, I sent her back to the dormitory, and then I went to the lab to write a program.”

Ken: “Really? Huh? The length of your nose seems to have increased!”

‘Really… tsk… are you interested in the two from yesterday?’

Ken: “Honestly, Ivory is really hot, I don’t know if I have a chance.”

In fact, he didn’t stand a chance.

”It’s faster to go to the round-faced sister, the target isn’t as visible. There are so few women in the school, and if you go with Ivory, you’ll get stabbed to death by other men.”

Ken: “If you go with Lesbi, you won’t die any slower!”

‘By the way, remember I mentioned to you never to divulge that I have a girlfriend, OK?’

Ken: “Don’t worry, I won’t even talk in my sleep!”

”Uh-huh, then I’m going to go to the lab, so take the time to ask out senior sister Da-da!”

Ken: “Well, it’s only if she’s willing to give it a date.”

After delivering the message, he ran off to the lab relieved and anxious to see Ivory.

In the lab, besides Ivory, there were round-faced older sisters and a senior, gossiping about what happened in the Piano Bar yesterday. Unlike expected, she was cold as if none of last night’s passion existed.

Sister: “You don’t know, those men are staring at her, their mouths are almost drowning the Piano Bar.”

Senior: “I don’t know what kind of fly is good enough for Ivory!” The senpai looked at Ivory out of the corner of his eye from time to time, and looked as if he was the only one who was good enough for her.

“Thanks, I’m not that good.”

I sulked, burying my head in my program, a little miffed that Ivory wasn’t paying much attention to me.

Senior: “Do you want me to help you with the chords? I’m good at theory and composition.”

“Thanks, I’ll talk to you when I need to.”

Sister: “Right, Ivory won’t fall for a shallow man…” She hooked her hand on Ivory’s cheek, glanced at the senior with her eyes tilted, then glared at me, and spat out her tongue.

Senior: “Let’s eat together for lunch, I’ll treat everyone.” He says he’s treating everyone, but it’s Ivory who’s looking at him.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”

“I’m not hungry. You guys go eat…”

Senior: “Well… do you want me to bring you a lunch?” He was quick on the uptake.

“No, thanks.”

Sister: “Come along…” She grabbed Ivory.

“Really not hungry.”

Sister: “Sam, do you want to come and eat with us?”

I turned back and pointed to my bulging backpack: ‘There’s bread in there.’

Sister: “Then let’s go first~~” pulling a long tail, while people are not prepared, spit out my tongue again.

The older siblings go out together, and the banter gets farther and farther away.

‘Are you mad at me?’ I looked back at Ivory for a moment.

She tiptoed over to me, hugged me and kissed me “Silly boy, it’s inconvenient to have so many people…”

It’s amazing how much Ivory has changed before and after people.

She sat on my lap and hooked her arms around my neck “Sam… I’ve missed you…”

‘I have wow…’ Busy kissing back, he got a small scrape on the cheek from her.

“Let me tell you something. Don’t be angry…”

‘What is it? Tell me…’ I put my arm around her waist.

“I don’t want people to know I have a boyfriend at school…”

‘Oh? Why?’

“Just don’t want to!”

‘Tsk… have another boyfriend yell?’

“No,” she looked at me seriously, “you’re my first boyfriend.”

I cocked my head and thought, yeah, she only had girlfriends. Then I thought about the fact that I was her first boyfriend, and I felt a little bit proud of myself. On second thought, if she had lost her virginity before… was she really forced to do it? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

“What are you thinking?”

‘It’s okay, I was thinking about you drifting off and saying…’

“Liar!” A knock on the head.

‘Hee…’ I spat out my tongue instead.

“Then… you have to promise me that you won’t look for another woman… you’re my only man…”

I suddenly thought of Lesbi. I wondered how she was doing in England. I took a breath ‘Don’t worry, don’t worry… you’re so beautiful, what woman can compare to you…’ I said with a bit of a wince.

“Good to know!”

”Then if I meet you walking with someone else at school in the future, I’ll just go all the way to avoid it.”

After the two of them had talked for half a day and kissed a whole piece of saliva on her face, they heard footsteps before they hurriedly pretended to be fine again and sat back in their seats.

The senior sister bought bento and came back, and the four of them ate it in the lab. Where there was a senior sister, there would be no coldness.

I began to think about the future with my two favorite women. I wanted to give up on Lesbi and be alone with Ivory, but I couldn’t let go of Lesbi, and now Ivory was saying that she couldn’t be open about her relationship at school, so she was obviously worried that Lesbi would find out about it, too.

To be honest, it’s against my conscience to be in two different boats, but if you think about it from another angle, they are both in the same boat, and I’m not doing them any favors. Since they are trying to hide their love for me, it seems that if they are careful, they won’t be caught.

Even if they get caught, the two of them should be pretty negotiable.

The more I thought about it, the more pleased I was with myself, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corners of my mouth as success seemed to be in sight.

(May be continued)