Post Date December, 03 2023
Qin Lang is my netizen and I don't like video chatting, but I accepted his voice request because he was the first netizen to voluntarily ask to sing for me. And he asked me to order a song, and whenever I asked for any song, he could sing it, like a universal song machine. His voice is not unique, but it carries an aggressiveness. One song after another, he sings for me alone, and my applause rings for him alone. However, we all have a sense of satisfaction with the world.
I listened word by word, and he sang 'The Woman Who Is Easily Injured'. Unconsciously, he sang about the past that had been deeply buried in my heart for many years, the man who had been struggling with me for many years and still couldn't accept another relationship. My seemingly calm heart is like the ripples on the tranquil lake caused by many stones. Those sad melodies flow out of his voice and dance in my ear with sadness. Fortunately, he cannot see, and my tears fall on my palm.
The meeting was proposed by me, but I didn't expect him to refuse. A sense of frustration arose. I insisted on meeting, but he couldn't resist me and asked me to go to his house. He said he couldn't leave his own house for a step.
I looked for him and saw him welcoming me at the door. He was tall and had a bright smile, waving his hand at me. I ran over and welcomed the sunshine all over the place.
I was surprised that a single man's home was so clean and tidy, but he reluctantly shook his head, hesitating to speak. He lowered his head like a wounded big child, full of sadness in his eyes. In an instant of heartache, I took him into my arms. He dodged a little, but couldn't withstand the surging warm tide, and we finally hugged tightly together.
Like most netizens' meetings, a lingering desire envelops us. On the sunny balcony, his broad palm delicately caresses me, as if releasing a long desire. His movements are not proficient, even stiff. I guide him bit by bit, but he becomes increasingly absent-minded. We encounter a water cup in a cramped state, and the flow of water lingers, pushing me away in a timely manner.
A woman who was rejected by a man was undoubtedly a failure. I hastily arranged my clothes and wished to escape immediately, but he placed his hands on my shoulder. For a long time, he held my hand as if he had made a great decision and walked into a bedroom. I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, a woman with a gentle and pure white face, surrounded by cold medical equipment. It turned out that this was the reason why he couldn't go out, It was he who concealed a thousand words of reason from me.
That is his girlfriend who has become a vegetable. She has been in a coma for three years and loves singing. He loves her all his life, so he takes care of her without any regrets. For thousands of days and nights, he has also been devoured by lonely insects, and then went online to meet me and sing for me. It's not for sexual encounters, it's just the resonance of that moment. He believes that his girlfriend will always wake up one day, so he said to me, you also need to believe in true love. This is like an old friend's sincere concern, how can I have the heart to disrupt the calm life and expectations of such a infatuated man.
When he left, he took me home. He said I was a good woman and there should be someone to accompany me on the way home. He left his house for me and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead, telling her that it was just a matter of a moment.
I sighed, yes, just for a moment, our relationship only existed for a while.
We hugged tightly at my doorstep, his strength so strong that he seemed to want to grasp and embed it into his body. At that moment, I knew that the emotions we gave each other were real, and the more real they were, the faster we needed to stop them. I said I wouldn't see him again in the future, and he acquiesced.
He and I are just ambiguous notes from the vast world, just happened to be spread on the same bar, singing it over and it's over. However, the beating notes always ring in my ears, which are the most beautiful love songs that will never be forgotten in my life.
(Intern Editor: Cai Junyi)
