Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: Polarbearadise

Editor: FirstPersonNarrator

Lover

I don't know how he defined that word.

The reason why that person found me, was certainly for the purpose of “experiencing life.”

Was he selfish?

Yes.

How should I describe a man who agreed and was overjoyed?

Foolish

That was the most exact word.

Regarding h.o.m.os.e.xuals, like everyone who worked hard to get out of the film school, in his eyes……

It was merely a verb, you need two nouns to create a verb and nothing more.

(T/N: In the Chinese language, two verbs could be used to create a noun)

Simple and not important.

But being a couple with a person of the same s.e.x, that person clearly showed the att.i.tude of somewhat hesitant.

Or to say, a little repulsion, until now it had been two weeks since we started “dating.”

The most intimate act was a hug and it was a stiff hug.

He was reading the script for Lan Yu while his manager was currently in the process of negotiating with the people in Hong Kong, but from the beginning till the end he couldn't find the feelings that Lan Yu had toward Han Dong, even though I was used as practice, nothing was gained, his irritation was affecting me making me feel uneasy and unfathomably guilty.

Today he obviously ended work early, but he didn't go home rather he invited a group of actors and several stage crew members with similar age out to go wild.

I returned home, as usual, I would cook a two-person meal, I would plug in the electric water heater, steep a large pot of scented tea, and sit in the living room to turn on the television.

Seven o'clock, the news broadcast began.

Eight o’clock, the announcements began.

Nine o'clock, the finance and economic news began.

Ten o’clock, the evening news began.

Eleven o'clock, the sports news was over.

Twelve o’clock, the news of the day was finished and he had, of course, not come back.

I didn't know how long it had been but I was sure that he wouldn't be back tonight, I sighed and supported my body to get up, wanting to put the food into the refrigerator, I turned the water heater off and drained the tea.

There were sounds of the door opening.

My neck and eyes stiffened when I saw the open door, he was drunk and walked feebly into the house.

“Why haven't you slept yet?” The words he said caused me to sober up.

“It's nothing, I can't sleep anyway. Do you still want to eat something? Do you want to take a shower or drink some water first?”