Official Diary｜Like You

I have a sister who is not related by blood, and I always call her "Hong Kong sister".

When I first met her, I was twenty and she was in her late thirties.

It was the kitchen of a Hostel. I had just learned how to cook rice on a gas stove and had a simple dinner. I was washing dishes by the sink when I caught a glimpse of her walking into the kitchen out of the corner of my eye, bending over to look for something.

My mother-in-law approached in English, asked what she was looking for, and she said the plate.

I "tell" her about the plates, and anything else she'll need to cook.

Forgot which sentence we started from, and after confirming each other's "identities", we switched from English to Chinese.

It was the first week of my arrival in a foreign land, and my sister in Hong Kong was only a few days behind me.

I still remember that on the first night I just arrived, I talked to an Italian boy. Because it was the first time I saw someone rolling cigarettes, I was very curious, so I asked him to teach me; every few days, he even offered to teach me how to cook The most authentic tomato pasta, even though he used canned tomatoes at the time; before we said goodbye, he nervously and shyly asked me to follow him to the door of the Hostel, where it was dark and few people, and he used a subtle nonsense. The mother tongue said he liked me, and I also expressed shyness and silence in the implicit "non-native tongue".

Do Chinese people always refuse? Or did my upbringing not teach me the "art of rejection"?

Now that I think about it, I don't even know what "like" means here? Do you like me, or do you want to sleep with me?

I was actively looking for a house that week, and I really found it. The second landlord was two French boys. I liked their lazy appearance very much, and I also liked the small room in the future, with red brick walls and calmness. Toned carpets, a single bed, and most importantly, a small table in the corner where you can read and write.

On the afternoon of finding the house and negotiating the contract, I went to an appointment with an Irishman. He messaged me that he liked the chat with me the night before and asked me if I wanted to play at his house. I'm back, happily.

On the bus, I told my sister from Hong Kong about this with a message, and she just replied briefly in the message

: Are you sure you want to go?

: Yes, it should be fun.

:it is good.

Fortunately, the Irishman's flat didn't become my first crime scene.

I remember that afternoon, after I arrived at his house, after chatting for a while, he taught me how to play drums, which is the kind of drum that can only be heard by wearing headphones, without disturbing the neighbors.

All this was so new to me, I was like a child who had been hungry for days and wanted to reach into my stomach when I saw it, including what came next.

Just when I was still trying to grasp the rhythm in my hand, his eyes suddenly changed, like a small snake that accidentally fell into a turbulent stream, full of helplessness.

: I thought we should have kissed on this couch long ago.

It turns out that the rhythm I should grasp is physical?

: but I haven't tried it.

Replace "rejected" with "inexperienced".

: You can try it with me, I'll be slow, if you don't like anything, I'll stop.

We went from the living room to the bed, from the drizzle of kisses on the lips to the caresses.

Maybe there was fear in my eyes at that time?

The little snake was fished ashore by unintentional people.

: You seem a little hesitant, let's stop here today, and then I'll "sin".

The scorching body slowly cooled down in the trance of dressing up.

Is "crime" that serious?

Twenty-year-old I didn't know it could be serious.

That evening, I went back to the Hostel to pack my luggage, and while it was still dark, I met my sister from Hong Kong. We both lay on the grass in the nearby community and told her what happened in the afternoon, like a newscaster telling the story of the case. Rational and calm, perhaps a little confused and excited.

: You are really stupid.

:can you?

She used her mobile phone to broadcast Beyond's "I like you", and I begged her to teach me to sing it line by line. This is the first Cantonese song I learned.