Chapter 774: Vancouver (2)
(a)
Kaohsiung asked the driver to stop the car, then pointed to a big house outside and said, "This is where I live." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"
It was one of Vancouver's most valuable mansions, with one of the most striking mansions looking resplendent on the outside and a mosque dome.
The house in Kaohsiung is a Japanese-style villa, which looks plain from the outside, all the windows are covered by white curtains, and there are beautiful flowers on the balconies. The courtyard is long in depth, shaded by flowers and trees, and has a high staircase leading to the porch, which looks a bit curtained.
We stopped at the door of Kaohsiung's residence and looked at it for a while, and then Kaohsiung said, "Let's have a meal together and have a good chat." β
I looked at him and nodded at him.
Kaohsiung said to the driver, "Let's go." Go to the old place. β
We slowly drove through this quiet neighborhood and returned to the flower-filled streets of Vancouver.
(b)
The so-called old place is actually a high-end hotel under the name of Kaohsiung. It is semi-open to the public, and during peak dining hours, it only accepts the hotel's premium members.
We sat in a small box in the most secluded place.
Kaohsiung ordered two juice bubble wines, and the waiter opened the bottle and poured the pale green liquid into the tall glass in front of us.
Kaohsiung raised his glass and touched it with me.
"It's been a long time," he said. Heart. You don't answer phone calls, and you don't respond to emails much. I thought you were determined to break off your friendship with me. β
"It's a pleasure to see you here," he said. β
I said, "Me too." I didn't want to break up with you. It's just that I need to be alone for a while. β
As our glasses gently touched each other, I said, "I'm sorry, amid the pleasant sound of the glass." "When I said that, tears welled up in my eyes.
Kaohsiung's face was marked with obvious sadness.
When we drank the bubble wine from our respective cups, we reconciled.
(c)
"Why are you in the police station?" I asked Kaohsiung.
He said, "Why are you there?" β
I said, "My colleague lost his passport and air ticket, and I accompanied him to report the case so that he could get a replacement passport and air ticket." β
Kaohsiung said: "I went to process the registration of an unnatural death. β
"Unnatural death?" I asked, confused.
Kaohsiung said: "My woman, I just died. β
A rolling thunderbolt rang in my ears. I was surprised and said, "You're married?" β
Kaohsiung glanced at me and said, "You've been out to work for so long, why are you still so naΓ―ve." Can I get married without notifying you? It's my woman, not my wife. β
He looked at me and said, "She's my mistress." But she didn't know this before. She committed suicide. β
He said, "I killed her." β
"Huh?" I was so surprised that I forgot to put my glass back on the table.
(iv)
The rumors turned out to be true. Kaohsiung's life over the years has been quite prodigal.
He did have women everywhere. However, not every woman knows this, and not every woman is able to adapt to this.
Miss M, who just passed away, is such a woman. Kaohsiung said that he killed her, and to some extent, this is indeed the case.
M has been following Kaohsiung for two years. She is a mixed-race woman of Vietnamese origin, very beautiful, a perfect blend of oriental and caucasian advantages, with a good family education and academic education.
Before moving in with Kaohsiung, she was an employee of a well-known audit firm. She and Kaohsiung met at an annual business meeting. At that time, she didn't have any special impression of Kaohsiung, but as soon as Kaohsiung saw her beauty and demeanor, she immediately fell in love with it, and she was determined to win.
On the day of the end of the annual meeting, Kaohsiung wore a luxurious high-end suit to the stage to make a closing speech.
He walked up to the stage and sat on a high stool behind the podium. He smiled and straightened the microphone up a bit.
"Actually, that's the end of the meeting," he said. So, I don't have much to say about the conference. β
"I'm thinking about the return trip right now," he said. You know, it's going to take a long night to fly back from here. β
"I was thinking that if I had the right partner and happened to sit next to me, then this boring journey might be completely different," he said. β
Kaohsiung's eyes fell on a woman in the crowd.
Kaohsiung stared at the woman and grinned.
"I'm thinking about it all the time," he said. β
He said, "Who would be the passenger sitting right next to me?" β
He said, "So I beg you not to torture me and yourselves with the closing remarks. β
"That's the closing remarks," he said.
Kaohsiung said: "I wish everyone on the way home that they will just meet a dream idol sitting next to them." β
Amid the laughter and applause of the audience, he looked at the woman and said, "I've been lucky." This time, it will not be an exception. β
The woman who was stared at by Kaohsiung was M.
That night, she and Kaohsiung flew back on the same plane, and her seat was right next to Kaohsiung. And this, apparently, is not accidental. -- It's like, in fact, there is nothing that is called accidental.
(5)
Kaohsiung repeatedly said that M was a very good woman, perhaps the best of all the women he slept with in his life.
Kaohsiung said that when he thinks back to all the days M has spent with him in his life, he can't say what M is good about, maybe M is good because you can't think of anything bad about her.
Mr. Kaohsiung said that every time he returned, M would stand by the window of his second-floor living room and watch his car glide down the block lane.
Every time he turned a corner, he could see that the white curtain on the second-floor window had been lifted a little, and then he could see M's skirt and her long black hair.
M leaned against the window, picked up the white curtain with her fingers, and watched Kaohsiung return to her life little by little.
She spoke to him with a white phone in her hand.
Kaohsiung said on the phone: "Miss me, right? β
M said softly, "Think every day, think every hour." β
Hearing M's voice, Takao's heart and eyebrows jumped.
So, he whispered, "How much do you want to?" β
M said, "If you come back one day late, I won't be in this world." β
Kaohsiung said: "Don't think about it. You also know that successful men are not likely to stay at home all day long. β
M said: "The world without you is no longer prosperous." β
Kaohsiung said: "You are not allowed to leave this world, because only in this world can you think of me." It's the only place you can think of me. β
Kaohsiung said: "Although this world is not very beautiful, it is the only place where we can miss and desire each other. If we miss someone, we have to stay in this place. β
M said, "Don't leave me again." β
Kaohsiung said, "When have I ever left you?" You've taken over all of my heart. Just like a person can't leave his own heart, how can I leave you. β
By the time he said the last sentence, he was already standing on the ground of his own yard.
Then, he saw M fly out of the door like a butterfly, and she ran down the steps. She threw herself into Kaohsiung's arms, her kisses imprinted on Kaohsiung's face, her arms hooked around Kaohsiung's neck, her hair gently swept over Kaohsiung's shoulders.
Kaohsiung will feel a little top-heavy and fascinated.
He muttered, "You're going to take my soul away." β
As he said this, M's lips pressed against his.
M said, "No, I am giving you back your soul." β