CH 103
Since Yan Yu left that place when he was eighteen, he had never been back. His maternal grandfather had always used to say, however far he could get away, go even farther than that. Best if he never came back at all for the rest of his life. Yan Yu took it as gospel and never stepped foot into the city again.
The intercity bus drove steadily on the road, and from the scenery flashing past the glass windows, unbeknownst as to when, it had already become the season when rape blossoms bloomed. In front of their eyes were golden fields upon golden fields, and with pollen blowing up from the slightest breeze, it seemed like everything was in its perfect placement from the front to the back of the houses, to the fields and the forests.
He retracted his gaze as they were soon approaching the city and underneath the surface, Yan Yu wasn’t very calm. Xun Chuan was in his ghostly state, sitting on his lap and quietly watching the scenery flashing by. Using a voice that only Yan Yu could hear, his tone sounded a bit off,
“When I came here last time, it looked so empty and barren, with nothing around.”
Yan Yu didn’t say anything, with only the indiscernible movement of his hands tightening as his response.
It took about four to five hours of travelling time to get to X City, and they were still in the early part of their trip. He leaned back on the chair, half dreaming, half awake under the car’s shaking trembles, and dreamt of a very weird but familiar dream.
Behind him was a leather sofa, cold to the touch, and all around him was a loud mix of noises. Almost as if someone was crying and wailing like a ghost on a mic. He opened his eyes and a crowd of humans greeted him. Under the rapidly changing bright lights, changing faster than an eye could see, Yan Yu realized then that he was in a private room at a bar.
He had his own consciousness, but his body movements were not under his control. “He” reached out to grab a bottle of alcohol from the coffee table and filled up his glass, the color shining and glistening in its beautiful sheen. His fingers were holding a cigarette as its flame flickered in and out.
A cellphone was on the coffee table, vibrating on and off for a few times before Yan Yu finally took a look at the caller ID. He hesitated a bit before accepting the call, but his tone was extremely cold and disinterested when he spoke,
“What?”
A frosty wind seemed to be howling on the other side, coming in waves. Xun Chuan was sniffing, perhaps from crying or just from the cold, and he took a deep breath as he desperately tried to stay calm. He said,
“The twenty thousand you wanted, I’ve transferred it into your account.”
Yan Yu flicked the ash off his cigarette, his handsome face looking unclear under the flickering light,
“Not bad. Could be the breakup fee.”
There seemed to be a loss of sound before the noise of quickened breaths came though, confirming for Yan Yu that Xun Chuan must have been crying. He didn’t hang up and had quite the patience to wait for the other to respond.
“I’m not breaking up!”
Xun Chuan was crying to the point where his breath couldn’t catch up. He angrily kicked the suitcase by his feet and crouched by the train station, yelling muffledly,
“I’m not breaking up! It’s not even that I don’t give you the money you wanted. Even if I die, I won’t ever break up with you!”
Yan Yu hung up on the call then and threw his phone back onto the coffee table. He knocked his head back to down a glass of wine. Beside him was a bald man singing k1 with a tattoo of a snake on his hand. Seeing Yan Yu down the glass, he whistled,
“Yan-Ge really has his ways huh. That rich young man, Xun Chuan, always has his head so high up, but is now being played to run around in circles for you. What a pity it would be if you broke up. To find a dog like him is so hard nowadays.”
He was laughing and his voice was full of mockery,
“Xun Chuan’s even more pretty than the girls. That waist, those legs, even I, as a straight guy, can get hard for him. If you don’t want him anymore, let your brothers have a taste!”
Someone nearby who saw this quickly and subtly pulled Dong Zi back a bit before smiling at Yan Yu as he tried to smooth out the situation,
“Are you a toad trying to eat the meat of a swan?2 When have the both of them not fought about breaking up, and when have they really broken up? You poor and stupid shortie, even if they broke up, Xun Chuan wouldn’t bat an eye at you. Just shut up.”
The alcohol was getting to Dong Zi’s head and he didn’t really take his words seriously, but seeing that Yan Yu’s face was a bit dark and serious, he sat back down.
Not a minute later, the phone on the coffee table rang again and Yan Yu placed it by his ear, closing his eyes and silently listening to what the other wanted to say.
Xun Chuan was freezing to the point where his voice was shivering, and his words were cutting in and out. But he kept that last bit of self-esteem in him strong and unwavering,
“Are you angry about that day I yelled at you, fine, I apologize, I shouldn’t have yelled at you……”
Yan Yu furrowed his eyebrows and dusted off his pants,
“You weren’t wrong when you yelled at me. I’m a scumbag. They all know, but you just won’t believe it. Next time you find a partner, remember to rub your eyes clean.”
“I just won’t believe it!”
Xun Chuan was on the brink of mentally collapsing and he was starting to be unable to hold down the choke in his throat. As like a child who suffered a wrong, he didn’t care that he was arguing with no logic,
“Yan Yu, I just want you. I don’t want anyone else. Can we live happily from now on, I won’t argue with you again, I won’t lose my temper like before, I will change……”
This was absolutely in Yan Yu’s memories, the most heart-wrenching Xun Chuan had ever cried. No matter if he had wanted to be together before, he would always only be petulant as he tried to restore their relationship. Never had he ever begged like this, had he ever been this willing to lay down for him to be stepped on in apology.
“Yan Yu, I’m waiting at X City for you. Come over. You know that I’m scared of the dark. There’s no one here at all, and it’s dark and gloomy everywhere. I’m afraid. I won’t break up, and I won’t leave. I’m waiting for you to come over. Come over please……”
“I won’t go. Go home by yourself.”
Everything seemed to be an exact reenactment of the script. Yan Yu blanked out for a bit, and it was at this time, Dong Zi came swaying over while holding a glass of beer. Whether it was on purpose or not, he splashed him all over with that glass of alcohol.
Yan Yu reflexively bounced up and threw his phone on the coffee table before patting his pants to try and get the liquid off of him. Dong Zi apologized without any hint of sincerity, and his face looked like it was gloating, gleeful at his misery.
Yan Yu didn’t have the patience to deal with him and went to the washroom.
The phone was left on the table, and before enough time passed for it to lock itself, Dong Zi reached out to flip through the contacts. Finding Xun Chuan’s number, he then sent over a text message. One of the onlookers said,
“You asshole, what kind of bad things are you doing with Yan Yu’s cell phone. When he gets angry and goes ballistic, no one’s gonna come save you.”
Dong Zi didn’t care. With his expression turning arrogant and extremely satisfied at what he just did, he said,
“Hey, I’m just going to see how long that idiot’s gonna wait. They broke up anyway, and I don’t believe Yan Yu can even beat me to death over it.”
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Notes:
*1 k: short for karaoke (like how we sometimes use k for okay or lol for laugh out loud). It’s usually used in the way besides “singing k” like do you wanna go k? Or wanna go sing k?
*2 an idiom, basically means, you’re so out of your league. It’s to signify those who can’t see who they are/their ability and trying, and thinking that they’ll get it, on something that they could never get. (It’s also been taken to mock men who don’t have a lot of “good” qualities trying to get a girl who has “better” qualities/conditions). Apparently the origin came from swan meat being meat that only the elite/powerful could get their hands on and “poor” or “bottom-rung” people want yet can’t so they mock each other to say toads (who can only be on the ground vs swan flying up) want to eat swan meat.
The later half of the dialogue where he says you poor and stupid shortie is also slang that is used like a noun (its origins came from forums). It’s basically taking the three words for “short, poor and stupid” to signify those words. Usually to mock men who never had girls like them, and in relationships or marriage, they are always the one to be “moved” so never taking initiative. It’s kind of basically the opposite of the other slang that is the exact opposite “tall handsome rich”, and mostly to mock (themselves or others) how they are the “bottom-rung” of society and don’t have a good background (past, now or in the future).
The intercity bus drove steadily on the road, and from the scenery flashing past the glass windows, unbeknownst as to when, it had already become the season when rape blossoms bloomed. In front of their eyes were golden fields upon golden fields, and with pollen blowing up from the slightest breeze, it seemed like everything was in its perfect placement from the front to the back of the houses, to the fields and the forests.
He retracted his gaze as they were soon approaching the city and underneath the surface, Yan Yu wasn’t very calm. Xun Chuan was in his ghostly state, sitting on his lap and quietly watching the scenery flashing by. Using a voice that only Yan Yu could hear, his tone sounded a bit off,
“When I came here last time, it looked so empty and barren, with nothing around.”
Yan Yu didn’t say anything, with only the indiscernible movement of his hands tightening as his response.
It took about four to five hours of travelling time to get to X City, and they were still in the early part of their trip. He leaned back on the chair, half dreaming, half awake under the car’s shaking trembles, and dreamt of a very weird but familiar dream.
Behind him was a leather sofa, cold to the touch, and all around him was a loud mix of noises. Almost as if someone was crying and wailing like a ghost on a mic. He opened his eyes and a crowd of humans greeted him. Under the rapidly changing bright lights, changing faster than an eye could see, Yan Yu realized then that he was in a private room at a bar.
He had his own consciousness, but his body movements were not under his control. “He” reached out to grab a bottle of alcohol from the coffee table and filled up his glass, the color shining and glistening in its beautiful sheen. His fingers were holding a cigarette as its flame flickered in and out.
A cellphone was on the coffee table, vibrating on and off for a few times before Yan Yu finally took a look at the caller ID. He hesitated a bit before accepting the call, but his tone was extremely cold and disinterested when he spoke,
“What?”
A frosty wind seemed to be howling on the other side, coming in waves. Xun Chuan was sniffing, perhaps from crying or just from the cold, and he took a deep breath as he desperately tried to stay calm. He said,
“The twenty thousand you wanted, I’ve transferred it into your account.”
Yan Yu flicked the ash off his cigarette, his handsome face looking unclear under the flickering light,
“Not bad. Could be the breakup fee.”
There seemed to be a loss of sound before the noise of quickened breaths came though, confirming for Yan Yu that Xun Chuan must have been crying. He didn’t hang up and had quite the patience to wait for the other to respond.
“I’m not breaking up!”
Xun Chuan was crying to the point where his breath couldn’t catch up. He angrily kicked the suitcase by his feet and crouched by the train station, yelling muffledly,
“I’m not breaking up! It’s not even that I don’t give you the money you wanted. Even if I die, I won’t ever break up with you!”
Yan Yu hung up on the call then and threw his phone back onto the coffee table. He knocked his head back to down a glass of wine. Beside him was a bald man singing k1 with a tattoo of a snake on his hand. Seeing Yan Yu down the glass, he whistled,
“Yan-Ge really has his ways huh. That rich young man, Xun Chuan, always has his head so high up, but is now being played to run around in circles for you. What a pity it would be if you broke up. To find a dog like him is so hard nowadays.”
He was laughing and his voice was full of mockery,
“Xun Chuan’s even more pretty than the girls. That waist, those legs, even I, as a straight guy, can get hard for him. If you don’t want him anymore, let your brothers have a taste!”
Someone nearby who saw this quickly and subtly pulled Dong Zi back a bit before smiling at Yan Yu as he tried to smooth out the situation,
“Are you a toad trying to eat the meat of a swan?2 When have the both of them not fought about breaking up, and when have they really broken up? You poor and stupid shortie, even if they broke up, Xun Chuan wouldn’t bat an eye at you. Just shut up.”
The alcohol was getting to Dong Zi’s head and he didn’t really take his words seriously, but seeing that Yan Yu’s face was a bit dark and serious, he sat back down.
Not a minute later, the phone on the coffee table rang again and Yan Yu placed it by his ear, closing his eyes and silently listening to what the other wanted to say.
Xun Chuan was freezing to the point where his voice was shivering, and his words were cutting in and out. But he kept that last bit of self-esteem in him strong and unwavering,
“Are you angry about that day I yelled at you, fine, I apologize, I shouldn’t have yelled at you……”
Yan Yu furrowed his eyebrows and dusted off his pants,
“You weren’t wrong when you yelled at me. I’m a scumbag. They all know, but you just won’t believe it. Next time you find a partner, remember to rub your eyes clean.”
“I just won’t believe it!”
Xun Chuan was on the brink of mentally collapsing and he was starting to be unable to hold down the choke in his throat. As like a child who suffered a wrong, he didn’t care that he was arguing with no logic,
“Yan Yu, I just want you. I don’t want anyone else. Can we live happily from now on, I won’t argue with you again, I won’t lose my temper like before, I will change……”
This was absolutely in Yan Yu’s memories, the most heart-wrenching Xun Chuan had ever cried. No matter if he had wanted to be together before, he would always only be petulant as he tried to restore their relationship. Never had he ever begged like this, had he ever been this willing to lay down for him to be stepped on in apology.
“Yan Yu, I’m waiting at X City for you. Come over. You know that I’m scared of the dark. There’s no one here at all, and it’s dark and gloomy everywhere. I’m afraid. I won’t break up, and I won’t leave. I’m waiting for you to come over. Come over please……”
“I won’t go. Go home by yourself.”
Everything seemed to be an exact reenactment of the script. Yan Yu blanked out for a bit, and it was at this time, Dong Zi came swaying over while holding a glass of beer. Whether it was on purpose or not, he splashed him all over with that glass of alcohol.
Yan Yu reflexively bounced up and threw his phone on the coffee table before patting his pants to try and get the liquid off of him. Dong Zi apologized without any hint of sincerity, and his face looked like it was gloating, gleeful at his misery.
Yan Yu didn’t have the patience to deal with him and went to the washroom.
The phone was left on the table, and before enough time passed for it to lock itself, Dong Zi reached out to flip through the contacts. Finding Xun Chuan’s number, he then sent over a text message. One of the onlookers said,
“You asshole, what kind of bad things are you doing with Yan Yu’s cell phone. When he gets angry and goes ballistic, no one’s gonna come save you.”
Dong Zi didn’t care. With his expression turning arrogant and extremely satisfied at what he just did, he said,
“Hey, I’m just going to see how long that idiot’s gonna wait. They broke up anyway, and I don’t believe Yan Yu can even beat me to death over it.”
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Notes:
*1 k: short for karaoke (like how we sometimes use k for okay or lol for laugh out loud). It’s usually used in the way besides “singing k” like do you wanna go k? Or wanna go sing k?
*2 an idiom, basically means, you’re so out of your league. It’s to signify those who can’t see who they are/their ability and trying, and thinking that they’ll get it, on something that they could never get. (It’s also been taken to mock men who don’t have a lot of “good” qualities trying to get a girl who has “better” qualities/conditions). Apparently the origin came from swan meat being meat that only the elite/powerful could get their hands on and “poor” or “bottom-rung” people want yet can’t so they mock each other to say toads (who can only be on the ground vs swan flying up) want to eat swan meat.
The later half of the dialogue where he says you poor and stupid shortie is also slang that is used like a noun (its origins came from forums). It’s basically taking the three words for “short, poor and stupid” to signify those words. Usually to mock men who never had girls like them, and in relationships or marriage, they are always the one to be “moved” so never taking initiative. It’s kind of basically the opposite of the other slang that is the exact opposite “tall handsome rich”, and mostly to mock (themselves or others) how they are the “bottom-rung” of society and don’t have a good background (past, now or in the future).
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