On this drunken night, I was in a daze, my memories were fragmented. I seemed to hear a "click, click" sound in a half-dream, half-awake state. I also vaguely remembered that Yang Sisi seemed to appear in my dream, or maybe it wasn't a dream... But if it wasn't a dream, I couldn't remember how I met her at all.
I think I threw up because I'm very sensitive to smells, and the smell of my vomit was so strong that I remember it very clearly.
And when these fragmented memories are pieced together, they form a picture of a pitiful and miserable me...
I suddenly developed a fear of women. They are so hard to understand, and I'm not a particularly outstanding man, so I always feel like I'm in a very passive position in relationships. I really don't want to be abandoned by women anymore. This experience makes me doubt the whole world. I hate this feeling, and I even want to give up on myself because of it.
...
When I regained consciousness, it was already the next morning... I struggled to open my eyes in the glaring sunlight, and what appeared before me was a completely unfamiliar room. The most conspicuous things in the room were the white sheets and curtains.
Yang Sisi was sleeping on the sofa opposite me, wearing a tank top... She was fast asleep, in a touching sleeping posture, with one leg on the sofa and the other leg on the floor... If I were a small person, I could easily see everything on her body, both what I could and couldn't see.
I sat on the bed, panting heavily, not because of what I saw, but because of the physical discomfort caused by the hangover.
I subconsciously patted my head, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. I patted it again and realized that my head felt cool. I tugged at it and found that it didn't even touch my scalp. Looking down, I saw that although the pillow had been cleaned, there were still many short hairs, no longer than a fingernail, on it.
I actually became bald before Coach Ma.
...
I pounded on the sofa where Yang Sisi was sleeping, and when she groggily opened her eyes, I yelled at her, "My hair! Where's my hair?"
Yang Sisi stared at me, then replied innocently, "It's your own hair, why are you asking me?"
"You're all alone in the room, who else should I ask if not you?... Did I get abducted in my dream?"
"That's possible. Maybe you really do have a habit of sleepwalking."
"Stop talking nonsense to me... If it weren't for your tricks, I would have turned my head down and let you sit on it."
"With your bald head, how can you sit comfortably... Let's not talk about this anymore!"
I felt like vomiting blood, but I was helpless. After a long while, feeling powerless, I said to her, "How can you do such beastly things? At least leave some for me."
Yang Sisi sat up from the sofa, straightened her tank top, and then changed her expression, asking me, "I heard you got dumped by Ye Zhi, is that true?"
This unexpected question brought back those familiar pains to my heart. I didn't want to answer, and suddenly I didn't feel that having my hair shaved off by Yang Sisi was something I had to make a fuss about. I just stood there in a daze, and then focused my gaze on the basketball court outside the window.
On the basketball court, Nie Dangdang and several other kids around his age were practicing basketball, sweating profusely... They were out playing basketball at this time, probably because it was the weekend... Time flies, another week has passed.
Time is passing so slowly. How am I going to get through the next week?
Unable to contain herself any longer, Yang Sisi kicked me and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything? Is this question so hard to answer?"
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."
"Then you can ask me... Aren't you even a little curious about why you ended up in my hands?"
"Without desires or wants, without curiosity."
As I spoke, I picked up my coat, which had fallen to the side of the bed, and prepared to leave this place of trouble... Although I did have many doubts in my mind, compared to the pain of heartbreak, these doubts were not enough to occupy my attention...
Besides, judging from the scene, I didn't do anything out of line to Yang Sisi because I was drunk. She was also well-behaved, otherwise she wouldn't have slept alone on the sofa... Anyway, we slept in the same car on the way to Dali, and now the car has become the house, so there's nothing inappropriate about it... Moreover, just like Chen Jin said, I'm free now, and I don't need to feel guilty about Ye Zhi's existence anymore.
I am very free.
The next moment, I left the room under Yang Sisi's watchful gaze.
Aside from the pain, I still had no other thoughts. Even though Yang Sisi had already put on her suspenders, she still looked a little disheveled.
...
I went downstairs and knocked on Chen Jin's door. Since I moved out, he has been living alone in this house... The person who opened the door for me was the innocent-looking girl I met at the bar yesterday.
At this moment, she could no longer be described as innocent; the fact that she was able to stay in this house clearly meant that she had already slept with Chen Jin.
She didn't recognize me, and after a moment of stunned silence, she asked, "You...you're the brother I chatted with at the bar last night?"
"Take another good look."
"...Yeah, you have a really 'personality' when you talk, especially the arrogant kind."
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