Then I laughed, took a puff of my cigarette, and felt very self-absorbed, very happy.
Then I recalled what Fei said to me when I asked her to stay. She said "jinwu cangjiao?"
Jinwu cangjiao, jinwu cangjiao.
I savored those four words, affectionate, indulgent, selfish, hopeless.
I wanted to have her, but what could I offer in return?
Soon, I received an even greater warning.
I went back home, I mean, to the house holding all my clothes, where my parents lived.
To my surprise, my brother Cheng Jiaming had come back home and was staying in the room above mine.
During breakfast, I saw him sitting next to my mother reading the newspaper, looking relaxed. He saw me and said, "Hey, I thought you'd disappeared."
"Went on a trip with friends." I sat down. My mother poured me the milk tea I liked.
"And you didn't even inform the family," she scolded playfully, smiling at me. "Didn't tire yourself out, did you?"
