Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

"No plans, just using it as a reception room. I'll have more and more guests, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just asking. I don't know why you're making such a fuss. I'm busy taking my exam and don't have time for all this, but you're doing something else."

"I won't cause any more trouble... I'll come find you in Fengtai."

"Take a break... or you could come pick me up... but never mind, you have to register at school and work at the institute tomorrow, I'll go first thing the day after tomorrow. No, I'm hanging up now."

Hearing her rambling words, Yang Che smiled knowingly: "Okay, I'll pick you up first thing the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, bye-bye. Oh, and don't throw your dirty clothes around, put them in a basket, and put your socks in the blue one separately."

"Okay~"

"Listen to your impatient tone."

"No, I'm just feeling blissfully lazy."

Gao Yuanyuan hesitated for two seconds: "Honey, come to Fengtai. You can drive yourself."

"it is good."

Gao Yuanyuan lowered her voice even further, but spoke very quickly: "Put on a condom, I can't go with you today."

Yang Che suddenly stood up, and... stood on the ground.

"wait for me."

"Drive slower."

The early winter night in Beijing was quite cold.

But the Grand Cherokee located behind the back wall of the Fengtai Yungang Aerospace Compound is warm as spring.

At this moment, Yang Che began to understand some of Picasso's abstract actions; they were truly for the sake of art.

For example, he could arrange to have sex with both his mistress Mary and Dora at his wife Olga's house at the same time, but at different times.

While Picasso and Marie are in the act, another concubine, Dora, appears, and Picasso, smoking his pipe, watches the two concubines fight in the first wife's house while he paints.

Sometimes, the sublimation of a relationship or an art form does indeed require a burst of passion.

At this moment, both Yang Che and Gao Yuanyuan felt that their relationship had taken a step further. This feeling was hard to describe; it wasn't love, but rather more like kinship.

Of course, the fundamental difference between them and Picasso's trio is that they were both very gentle.

"What did you tell your parents?"

Why are you only asking now?

"I didn't have time to think about that just now... phew."

"I told you you were coming."

"Really?"

"real."

Yang Che paused for a moment: "Why aren't you hiding it anymore?"

"We talked on the phone for so long before, and when my mom asked, I just said... um~ my parents respect me a lot... Let's stop talking, ah, darling, love you."

"I love you too."

That's true, but it's not just that. The core issue is that Gao Yuanyuan completely accepted Yang Che at that moment, accepting his good and bad, his deep affection and his womanizing ways, at least at that moment.

It happened so quickly; they rarely moved so fast, but both of them were very content as they embraced.

After resting for a while, they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

After a long while, Gao Yuanyuan kissed him again: "Will you walk me downstairs?"

Do you want me to carry you on my back?

"OK."

So Yang Che carried Gao Yuanyuan into the residential area. When she saw people in the distance, she jumped down. If it were Little Fatty, he probably would have held on even tighter.

Gao Yuanyuan shook her boyfriend's hand: "Honey, Ma Shu, about Liu Chang's girlfriend, um..."

Yang Che asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nice, but I'm not used to it; it's a bit too attentive."

Gao Yuanyuan then explained that ever since they met at No. 8 Courtyard last week, Ma Shu had been inviting Gao Yuanyuan to dinner every day. Although they weren't close, Gao Yuanyuan still ate with her at first, after all, she was Liu Chang's girlfriend.

"You have no idea how talkative she is. She called me 'Sister Yuanyuan' eight hundred times during one meal: 'Sister Yuanyuan, you're so pretty; Sister Yuanyuan, you and Brother Che are such a perfect match...' You have no idea how embarrassed I was. She asked me out again the next day, and I said I had no appetite. But guess what? She brought me breakfast first thing the next morning. Then she asked me out again, and I said I was going home. She even asked me to go shopping on the weekend."

Yang Che laughed heartily. He didn't think Ma Shu had the guts to steal someone else's husband; it was just that the enthusiastic Northeastern girl was trying to please her "sister-in-law," but this "sister-in-law" was introverted.

"Okay, I'll mention it to her when I have the chance..."

"No, that would hurt her pride. Actually, I know she's only doing this because you want to be with my friend. I don't dislike her either, so let things take their course. Sigh! I guess there will be more and more people like this in the future, because you'll become more and more successful."

"Don't be anxious. You have complete freedom to do whatever you don't want to do on my end."

Gao Yuanyuan paused for a moment, then smiled, as if she understood what her boyfriend meant.

"Oh my, why is my brother Che so sweet-talking today?"

Yang Che said with deep emotion, "I owe you."

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, rolled her eyes, and then, still not satisfied, raised her hand and lightly punched him.

Yang Che sighed helplessly, "I couldn't help it, it just slipped out."

"You still dare to talk back!"

"Living together is always inevitable."

"Living life, I'll let you live life."

This time, she punched him hard on the back twice. A middle-aged couple who were passing by saw this and probably knew Gao Yuanyuan. They had a big smile on their faces.

Gao Yuanyuan said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Sooner or later, you'll drive me to become a violent maniac."

Yang Che slapped his mouth and then made a zipper-like motion.

Gao Yuanyuan sighed, no longer angry. She didn't know if it was because he had teased her, because she had just vented her anger, or because she had gotten used to it... but she still felt a little helpless.

When they reached the building entrance, Gao Yuanyuan took his hand and said, "Why don't you find a hotel nearby? It's so late."

"No, I have to go to Beijing Film Academy first thing tomorrow morning. My documents are still at home."

"Alright then, I'm going up."

"Go."

After stepping into the building, Gao Yuanyuan turned back and whispered, "Yang Che, clean the car again, and be careful."

Yang Che watched her run away after she finished speaking, and couldn't help but twitch his lips. He really needed to wipe it off.

On the way back to Courtyard No. 8, Yang Che did not feel tired, which was completely different from his feeling in Jinling at noon.