"Are you okay? I think you should find a hotel to rest." Cui Yingying looked surprised, her eyes full of worry.
I was a little impatient, so I waved my hands and said, "If you don't want to go, I'll go by myself. Why are you so slow now? You're not as straightforward as before!"
As soon as these words came out, Cui Yingying's face darkened and she said angrily, "Go if you want to. I'm not afraid of you!"
We got in the car again. Cui Yingying was still angry, she stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out like an arrow.
When I arrived at 깊 KTV, I held the microphone and sang Yu Tongfei's "Moving Heaven and Earth". "...I thought I would stop thinking about you and keep a distance from you that wouldn't hurt me. Even though I had already forgotten myself, I still wanted to know about you. I moved the heavens and the earth, but how could I not move you? You knew clearly that there was no ending, but you were still devoted to me..."
As the melody progressed, I sang more and more devotedly. The lyrics seemed to be a true reflection of my inner feelings, and every word hit my pain point.
Cui Yingying listened quietly, and unknowingly leaned her head on my shoulder.
I felt my shoulders sink, so I handed her the microphone and made an excuse, "The chorus is too high, my voice can't sing it, you can continue singing."
After saying that, he broke away from her embrace and sat on the sofa.
Cui Yingying curled her lips, her face full of disgust: "This is the only song you want to sing? It's just hysterical howling throughout, it's so ugly, and you're the only one who likes to sing it." After that, she walked to the song request stage, picked a song that matched her voice, and swayed gently to the rhythm.
I looked at her twisting waist, but my thoughts drifted back to Chen Mengzhao. Her curvy and graceful figure is engraved in my mind like a brand. An intense feeling of sadness and loneliness overwhelmed me like a tide.
We sang so much that we were both exhausted. Cui Yingying was so sleepy that her eyelids were fighting. She tilted her head, rested it on my legs, and soon fell asleep.
I stared at the screen blankly, blue light flickering on my face, my thoughts drifting far away.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of the phone broke the silence.
I took out my cell phone and saw a strange number starting with “+44” on the screen. Out of curiosity, I pressed the answer button.
"Hello, is that you?" A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice came from the other end of the phone, with a slight tremor in her voice.
"Who are you?" I frowned, trying to recall the owner of the voice.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then a slightly choked voice came: "Guan Hongjun, I didn't expect you really forgot about me."
In an instant, my heart trembled violently, and I was sure that the person on the other end of the phone was Chen Mengzhao, the person I had been thinking about day and night and was obsessed with. A complex feeling of "homesickness makes one more afraid" surged in my heart, and I pretended to be calm and asked, "It's so late, why are you still awake?"
"It's only 12 o'clock in the evening here." Chen Mengzhao responded softly.
I didn't react for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the radar watch. The hour hand pointed to two o'clock in the morning. "Aren't you following Beijing time now?" I asked jokingly, trying to hide my inner panic.
The sound of Shen Mengzhao sniffing came from the other end of the phone, and she said slowly: "I'm in London, in a telephone booth near Big Ben."
"Very good, I wish you a pleasant journey." I pretended to be relaxed, my fingers unconsciously clenched around the phone.
Chen Mengzhao was silent for two seconds again, and his tone became serious: "I'm not here for tourism. I came here in February because I was selected for the overseas training program for outstanding young cadres. Now I am studying journalism and media at the University of Westminster."
I asked, "How much do you learn?"
She said, “One whole year.”
I said, "Very good."
On the other end of the phone, Chen Mengzhao paused for a moment, and suddenly mustered up the courage to say: "I thought time could dilute everything. The older I get, the more I miss you. How can I not suppress it?"
Her words hit my heart like a hammer. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My mind was blank, and I didn't know how to respond to this passionate emotion.
"Hongjun, today is Christmas. For the British, this is the most important festival of the year." Chen Mengzhao's voice trembled slightly. "I really couldn't control myself, so I mustered up the courage to call you."
I took a deep breath, made up my mind, bit my tongue and said, "Christmas is over for me."
Chen Mengzhao instantly understood the determination in my words. After a brief silence, she said hastily with a trembling voice: "Then... sorry to bother you, goodbye."
"Beep, beep, beep..." The busy tone on the phone was like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart. My mood instantly fell into a dark abyss, as if I had fallen into the Mariana Trench, drowned by endless loneliness and regret.
I just felt like there was a heavy rock pressing on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.
I gently pulled out my legs and placed the sofa cushion under Cui Yingying's head. He walked to the song machine with light steps and ordered a song called "Song of Farewell" by Shin Band. When the music started, I screamed into the microphone at the top of my lungs: "...In the beginning I only believed that feelings were great, but in the end I was powerless to see clearly that fate was strong. I feel the loneliest when I want to stay but cannot. I haven't finished expressing my tenderness, and only the farewell song is left..." The song is full of the pain and unwillingness suppressed in my heart.
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