Volume 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)
Chapter 3 – The Collapse of the Viaduct
'Ah, habit…' He looked at the lot where the Maserati was parked last night and saw a Hyundai instead. It seems like Guo Xiang left. Then he looked up: he must confront reality, or at least gather his belongings before his departure.
Li Yiming climbed upstairs, opened the door, entered the room, and found it empty.
The studio he rented costed 3,800 RMB per month. Based on Li Yiming's budget alone, it would be impossible for him to rent that kind of apartment throughout his university years. Fortunately, Ji Xiaoqin and him were both students in the dance program and often received contracts for performances here and there which helped pay the rent.
The room was a little messy, but then again, many art students were naturally inept at domestic ch.o.r.es. Li Yiming glossed over the familiar room, a little overwhelmed. He found himself standing next to a trash can by the bed before he knew it, and he peered inside: a clean bag with nothing inside… He let out a sigh of relief. Even so, he did not dare to inspect the bed sheets. Instead, he slouched on the sofa with dead eyes and turned the television on. At this time, even a little bit of noise would help alleviate his loneliness.
The news ran on the television. It seemed like a newly constructed viaduct in the outskirts of the city had collapsed during rush hour, causing numerous deaths. Rescue was underway, so it seemed to have occurred not too long ago.
Nowadays, this kind of news was quite common. In a capitalistic society, who would not skimp on the job and stint on the materials? The path between the bid proposal and the contract signing was littered with under-the-table deals. Those needed to be accounted for, so if the construction company did not tamper with the quality of the project itself, how could it expect to yield a profit? The only variability was what new low they were willing to reach in order to boost their income figures.
Li Yiming sighed. He did not continue to watch the scenes of the collapse, as they wrenched his heart. His attention diverted to the half-finished pack of cigarettes sitting on the table and the exquisite lighter next to it. He did not know the name of the brand, but he guessed that it had to be something Guo Xiang left behind…
'A man who doesn't drink, no woman he shall have; a man who doesn't smoke, no son he shall beget…' Li Yiming laughed in self-derision as he remembered the saying from the man in shorts. He lit a cigarette and took a puff.
A little bitter, and the smoke burned his throat.
Li Yiming exhaled and watched the smoke scatter away. He sighed again. 'Forget it. If it wants to scatter, then let it fall apart. The rule for campus romance: love ends at graduation.' To wish for Ji Xiaoqin to return with him to his home in Lishui was unrealistic. He should have known about it, otherwise she would not have equivocated so when he brought up finding a job there. The interview yesterday went nicely, so once he secured a position and settled down, he should be able to find a girl in Lishui and live a quiet life.
He would pack his belongings and rush to catch the bus back home. It was time to put a period to his life here, to this city, and to its inhabitants. Many will perhaps seek an explanation, a reason behind such a betrayal. Yet, for Li Yiming, a clarification was unnecessary. A confrontation would only avail to further embarra.s.sment. Besides, what's done is done, why make things more difficult for himself and for her? Big brother in shorts was right: such are the rules…
A man does not mature into pragmatism; he simply accepts reality more readily. After ”dying” once last night, Li Yiming felt like he suddenly grew up. Since anger and hatred were not useful, then he should just learn to see the world through more empathetic eyes and to put himself in other people's shoes,. From Ji Xiaoqin's perspective, she had the right to pursue her own happiness and follow whatever path she chooses. As for the morality of her actions… morality is but a set of rules determined by the majority of society.
After a moment of lucidity, Li Yiming got up and began to pack up his meager possessions. He had barely started when the black box he had slid out from his pocket and dropped onto the ground.
'This thing…' He recalled the scenes inside the teahouse. The curiosity he had deliberately restrained rushed forth once again. He stooped down, scooped it up, and sat back into the sofa.
The black box was made of a material unknown to Li Yiming. Yet the workmans.h.i.+p was meticulous, and it did not weigh much at all. It seemed like some kind of high end eyegla.s.s case.
Li Yiming did not have time to examine the object properly until now. He hesitantly opened it.
'Gla.s.ses, really?'
Li Yiming found a pair of fas.h.i.+onable sungla.s.ses with a black frame and tawny lenses inside. He put it on and his first reaction was to throw a glance at the mirror.
'Cool! I look quite fas.h.i.+onable!'
Li Yiming looked down and noticed two other things in the case: a bead the size of a fingernail and something that looked like a lighter. The bead was soft when pinched: it was made of soft rubber.
'What is this? Do you get a free lighter when buying gla.s.ses?' Li Yiming picked up the lighter with curiosity. There was a single b.u.t.ton on it. He pressed it.
The s.p.a.ce in front of him suddenly distorted. The next moment, one… two… three… four… the figures of the people in the teahouse appeared one by one in front of him. All of them were wearing the same sungla.s.ses and looked at him with surprise. He noticed Qing Qiaoqiao's obvious excitement as she hurriedly stuffed something into her ear.
'What's going on?' Li Yiming was shocked. He took his gla.s.ses off in a panic… The images disappeared. He put it back on… The four faces reappeared again, with the same astonished expressions: Eyegla.s.ses frowned; Grandma w.a.n.g squinted her eyes; and Qing Linglong's lips were opening and closing: she was saying something he could not hear.
Li Yiming heard faint sounds coming from the small bead on the table. He remembered what Qing Qiaoqiao did a moment before. He intuitively reached for it and put it in his ear.
”Mr. Li?” He could now clearly hear Qing Linglong's voice.
'Holy s.h.i.+t! A virtual reality conference call? This is some high-tech!' He found himself in a situation which was straight out of a Hollywood movie, which left him completely stunned.
”Mr. Li?” Qing Linglong called again. As for Grandma w.a.n.g, she was already showing signs of impatience.