Chapter 15 (1/2)
After we finished eating dinner, Wu Bosong suggested that we hang around at that unlucky restaurant to drink the instant inally suggested drinking the instant coffee that siht that this act was very shaeois way, so we changed to drinking milk tea
However, after the fifth tiot the waiter to help us refill our milk tea, we both didn't dare to drink it, for we kept on suspecting that that waiter who looked very sour-faced had spat saliva into it
I watched the sky outside thedarkening slowly, felt foras vividly describing just how fresh, tender and succulent the lamb chops in New Zealand were ”I think you et over your jet lag”
He cast a glance at et over?”
I spoke again, ”Didn't you say that you hadn't yet acclih you think you have gotten over the jet lag, the jet lag is not letting you off”
Wu Bosong snorted ”You want to go and deliver food right, I'll go together with you, I can conveniently go to the hospital for a return checkup at the same time”
This person sure was shao for a return checkup for diarrhoea, this type of illness that had never seen the world, he truly asting our ho the world” - a phrase usually used to refer to people undergoing experiences, getting fa themselves with life experiences etc)
I swept at my hair, held up the milk tea and drank one mouthful, then recalled how this milk tea possibly had been spat at with saliva, ioing to deliver food! Do I not have dignity, do I!” (T/N: the original phrase '犯贱' is a slang/ soht/it will take away their dignity; stooping to a ne, bringing on hi themselves)
He nodded his head, and expressed appease, then don't deliver, what are you getting so stirred up for? He won't die by not eating one meal”
A hundred claere scratching at my heart as I watched the sky darken little by little Onea sto table; the next I fantasised about hiernails to satiate his hunger; then I fantasised about his stoical knife to cut open his own stomach……
In my brain dwelt a horror movie director, I was suitable to dwell in a mental hospital
I gazed at Wu Bosong sitting oppositeme be brassy and restless, and suddenly ca stock, this old wo Chen to look at, staying on here to a sold do initially produced for exports, just how severely ill was I exactly? (T/N: colloquial slang which can refer to yourself) (T/N: a Chinese business ter to products that were meant to be sold overseas, but now are sold domestically [these products can't be sold in the international market for whatever reason, and hence must be sold domestically to minimise losses on the businessmen's end])
Hence I slapped the table and shouted, ”Waiter!”
The waiter feebly strolled over, he was even clutching a glass pot ofenthusiasht?”
”One seafood baked rice, one chicken soup, takeaway” I glared at Wu Bosong as I spoke
He whistled loud and clear, and teasingly said, ”You are still able to eat?”
I watched as he lifted that cup of milk tea that was plausibly spat at with saliva and drank a ive to Jiang Chen”
He put down the cup and smiled ”That's more like it, all who make life difficult for themselves are fools”
His smile inexplicably caused me to sense a trace of sorrow, it was as if he had experienced the iinal phrase - 沧桑 - short form of the idiom ”沧海桑田” which literally means ”blue seas, mulberry fields” - how over time, the blue sea turned into cropland for mulberry trees, and how the cropland for reat changes, how things of the world are fickle and change easily, etc)
I stretched my hand over to pat the back of his hand ”If you love me, you have to let me know, only then can I reject you”
He glared at me, and slowly spat out tords ”Get lost” (T/N: Okay tbh in the original text it is one word, I'lish :P)
I ignored hi, ”Really, some people are like reater inferiority complex If you don't make it clear, she won't know”
Wu Bosong turned his hand over to pat my hand ”Not everyone is as lucky as you are, to have the opportunity to start afresh”
After he finished speaking, he shat a faraway place
People like me who aren't often melancholy and moody are very scared of these sort of scenes which require sighing and la Often I would be at a loss of what to do, and often I didn't kno to coood friends, even if our separation had caused us to no longer be familiar with each other's stories, but eren't scared of this type of aardness
I carried the bento box and walked towards the hospital, Wu Bosong stood across the road waving his hand atlike the lucky cat in a display(T/N: for those not in Asia (?), this is referring to the japanese lucky cat (a cat figurine which has a paw that moves back and forth) that is often placed at the display s of shops and restaurants in Asia, ood fortune)
I still reh I'd only been there once, and even though I was a person who a poor sense of direction, but I could just reo up the stairs, and see a fire hydrant
It was just that I stood at the entrance, fixingti till a sanitation worker auntie ca to wipe the door plate and even said, ”You aren't sent here by the supervisors to inspect hygiene, are you? I actually wipe these door plates everyday”