Fleeting Midsummer Fm Chapter 28 (1/2)

Chapter 28: Disfigured (1)

The weather became warm day by day, just as the s.h.i.+vering at the swimming pool cla.s.ses decreased gradually. Many cla.s.smates that could not swim before could already swim two laps in the swimming lane. As for me, who was naturally afraid of water, I flopped around in the water for quite a while. When I stood up, I realized that I still remained stubbornly in place. I hadn’t even swam for a meter! The sterilized water that I had swallowed into my stomach had been drunk in vain yet again. Every time Julie watched me swim, she would get incomparably depressed: “Even if you’re really a lump in water, you should still be able to move .” Then, she would conveniently submerge herself in the water to watch Fang Yu Ke swim by. This sc.u.m!

I was worrying about my swimming technique, which wasn’t allowing me to move anywhere, when unexpectedly, something more worrying occurred.

After four months of swimming lessons, my whole body became so itchy that it became difficult to tolerate it. At the start, I hadn’t minded it much. I thought that it was just some pollen allergy. At this time and season, the pollen fell down like snow. Originally, I felt it was romantic, probably because “Winter Love Song” had become super popular lately. The typical scenario of the male and female leads who would cuddle together in the midst of the great snow that swirled in the air hadn’t even ended yet. I walked two times underneath a willow, trying especially hard to pursue a goal stubbornly. After I had finished, I would become The White Haired Girl because cotton had fallen all over my head.

But after I woke up the next day, there were countless dots of different sizes and shapes all across my face and body. They looked like the dots on Buddha’s forehead and they had been spread everywhere below my hairline. When I looked into the mirror, in my heart, I thought I was finished. I was disfigured even before I had done any plastic surgery.

Julie awoke early in the morning and looked at me hazily and she was so shocked that she screamed. After that, the other two were woken up and simultaneously came over and stood in a circle to look at my new appearance.

These people whose hearts was full of uselessness, only said one sentence after having their fill of watching me: “It looks like you have to depend on something like the Safflower Oil medication in order to cure this, or you could also go to the hospital to take a look.”

Hence, the group of us rushed towards Haidian Hospital, which was the nearest to the school, so fast as if we were robbing a bank. The school’s clinic was often called “Entering Heaven”. Even if I died, I would never risk my honor and glory.

The skin doctor put on his gloves and pinched the b.u.mps on my leg and asked, “Is the place you live in clean?”

Out of the four of us, none of us dared to speak because we were all too awkward to answer.

I could only stiffen my neck and say, “Anyway it’s no problem for people to live in.”

The doctor continued to ask, “Do you have any feelings of nausea?”

When Julie heard this, she quickly p.r.i.c.ked up her ears. I knew that it was just because she was interested in things that appeared to hint at pregnancy.

I shook my head.

The doctor asked a few more simple questions before deciding that that I had an acute case of hives. He prescribed me some medication before allowing me to go home. Luckily, this illness was not contagious. If it was quick, I would recover in 2 weeks. It was just that within these 2 weeks, I would have to suffer from itchiness that I could not scratch. This was a torment for me.

In the dormitory, I would rub the back of my body, like Sun Wu Kong [1], grope my b.u.t.t or douse myself in cold water. Peking University just stopped providing heat and the dormitories were still a bit cold. When dousing myself in cold water, on one hand I was able to stop the itch, but on the other hand I was unbearably frozen by the cold water. The dormitory would, thus, be constantly filled with cries of, “Wa, how comfortable—” “AH, I can’t do it anymore—”. The other 3 couldn’t bear this anymore, and they left the scene one by one. Julie complained, “The biggest grievance of a person’s life is never watching a p.o.r.nographic movie before being forced by others to watch. If you have been forced, then fine but you even have to be subjected to your friend’s complaints that you did not invite them to watch it with you! The Injustice to Dou E [2] will even come back from the grave!”

Normally, we would leave it to those 3 to do those basic ch.o.r.es like buying food or cleaning up. But you still had to go for cla.s.ses, and you still had to go out. The days in April were neither cold nor hot. It was a good time to wear whatever you wanted. If I wrapped myself into a bundle with a headscarf and veil, I would definitely attract some people’s’ attention. Especially if you were not those tall and beautiful women with their bright sparkly eyes, who grew up in the Middle East. To say nothing of the fact that Beijing’s sandstorms had pretty much died down……

As such,with the hippy cap on my head, wearing black sungla.s.ses and a surgical mask, as if I was a superstar trying to avoid everybody, I left the house.

As I had just left the house, I saw Fang Yu Ke come out from the dormitory lobby opposite mine. However, he did not notice me at all and simply brushed past me along with the other people. I had a sinister smile as I unexplicably stalked him from behind.

After walking a few steps, Fan Yu Ke stopped to tie his shoelace; I also unknowingly stopped. After tying his shoelaces, he stood up and turned around, walking in front of me, “Why are you sneaking around?”

I laughed mischievously but it was a pity that my mask covered my smile, “What do you mean I’m sneaking around? You don’t own this stretch of road, can’t other people walk down it?”

Fang Yu Ke looked me up and down, “You certainly look well, why are you dressed up as if you’re a terrorist?”

Hey, this is my superstar disguise, how does this look like a terrorist outfit.

I was just going to retort when the b.u.mps on my leg started to get unbearably itchy. I couldn’t help but stoop down and start to rub against my skirt. Luckily, I was wearing a mask, if not my ugly face would definitely scare a few people.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, I could only form a plan to escape for the time behind, “I have something that I have to do back at the dormitory, let’s talk when we get back.”

Fang Yu Ke stubbornly held on to me without letting go, “What’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?”

Actually I really wanted to pull down my mask to give him a fright, just like the Stephen Chow movie where Ru Hua [3] turned around. It would definitely be super funny. However, I didn’t want to make myself ugly just for the sake of comedic effect and could only repress these weird ideas.

Just as I prepared to excuse myself by saying that I had a stomach ache and needed to go back to the dormitory to pee, a suited-up Wen Tao appeared in front of my eyes.

Ever since the birthday party, Wen Tao would chat with me on the internet about pointless things. Sometimes he would invite me out to eat but I would always reject him. However, after talking for these 2 months, I realized that he wasn’t as frivolous as I had thought. He just had a glib tongue on some special occasions. These special occasions also depended on his mood.