Chapter 43 (1/2)

Translators: Tranzgeek

Chapter 43

Cheng Jia Yang

I told Xiao Hua, I was going to accompany the leaders to visit France.

She was sitting at the sofa, watching a video of her own program, as she carefully repaired her own nail. When she heard this she froze, and looked at me: “When do you leave?”

“Plane No. 15.”

I washed and came out. A sweet soup that she had made was on the table. She gave me the bowl: “Jia Yang, taste it, I learned how to make this soup from my mother.”

I took it and said “Thank you”. I drank a sip, the taste was really good.

Xiao Hua warmly hugged me from behind. Her body was soft and warm, with a light fragrance.

“Jia Yang, sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

Her words made me really surprised.

“Around the 10th, I have to make the ma.n.u.script for the next week. I cannot accompany you to Paris.”

“Dimwit.” I put down the bowl and turned to face her, “I am going to work. Plus, you are also busy. What sorry?”

Her two hands hugged my stomach, her eyes full of softness: “But I feel, Paris, should be a place we both go to. It’s true, Jia Yang, we haven’t travelled together before.”

“There are always opportunities.”

She carefully looked at my face: “When I am together I feel very happy. Happiness sometimes lacks realism. I think, will there be a day when you will suddenly disappear from your side?”

“I don’t understand what you are saying.” I stood up, “I am going online now.”

I heard her laugh behind me, and I turned around to look at her: “What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing. You go online. I’m going to sleep.”

When she didn’t need to prepare for her show, Xiao Hua’s live was more

I modified some of my files, opened my mailbox. Inside were a lot of long term weather reports for the French city of Montpellier

Sunny, light western breeze, 14-19 degrees Celsius.

It was really good weather.

My heart felt good. Not after too long I would see Qiao Fei.

She did not hesitate to say that she would go to Paris to see me. Such generosity made one moved.

What was she like right now?

Would she remember my appearance?

Qiao Fei

I gave the small dog to Rong Rong, and asked her to take care of it, along with many many instructions, until that Southern girl’s heart got annoyed. I felt I hadn’t even finished, and was still worried. I finally understood Zu Zu’s noisiness at the other end.

I sat on a high speed train. I accidentally sat in the wrong compartment that was way over air conditioned. Midway through my sleeping, I was so cold that I opened my eyes and changed to a warmer seat. Then, I couldn’t fall asleep again, and looked at the outside landscape, fully awake.

Some things, a small portion, a small portion emerge in one’s mind.

Cheng Jia Yang and I, had a chance encounter, we had travelled together, and fought. In the end. Finally, I had broken off this matter, and he kicked me to France. Now, I could see nothing of him.

Life was a mess. We were two confused insects.

In the morning, I came out anxiously and now I felt hungry. I took out my yogurt that I had brought. The old grannie across from me said: “Miss, give me one.”

I quietly looked at the person, of which I had no idea when she had sat across from me. She wore an old floral dress that had lost its pattern. Her long white hair was draped over her shoulders. Her face was like the color of the Mediterranean Sea, black and red, black and red, the symptoms of too much sun. Her face had a lot of wrinkles, an eagle hooked nose, like a witch. Her body gave off the scent of aged cheese. These types of people shouldn’t be messed with. I obediently gave her a box.

But she grasped my hand: “What are you looking at?”

“Miss you are so pretty.”

I considered myself pretty witty.

When she heard this she laughed, her face’s wrinkles softened: “When I was younger, I was a lover with Francois. Francois, do you know him?”

“Francois?”

“That’s what other people called him.”

“Haha, so fortunate.”