Qian Xiaoke said: “All of the story should start from a birthday party.”
Qian Xiaoke had a friend, named Zhou Mo.
This person, Zhou Mo, had fortune and good looks, he could socialise and play well with others, he was previously an air steward, then he had fallen in love with a rich boss, both of them were married overseas with a certificate.
Honestly speaking, a poor guy like Qian Xiaoke whose budget of buying T-shirts must be strictly controlled at less than 50 yuan and jeans not exceeding 100 yuan should not be knowing people like Zhou Mo, but one could not predict fate. It’s even possible to say that the son of the richest man may have sat at the same table with a beggar.
Qian Xiaoke had nothing to do during his university life, and his mind was full of bromance. With that, he had joined a gay forum and posted a post.
After many years, the forum had already been closed, and the glorious history in the forum had also become a dusty past. However, he could still remember the title of the post that was originally posted by him —— the story between me and my sexy neighbour!
At the beginning, he became popular because of this post and became a forum celebrity. He updated three to five hundred words a day. After each update, he manually highlighted: This is a true story! Any similarity is purely coincidental!
Actually, it’s totally bullshit. He lived on campus at that time, having the life of killing mosquitoes with three other roommates in the middle of the night and looked for slippers every morning when he woke up. As for that post, it was just a make up story.
But he was passionate about making up the story, and others also loved to read that as well.
Until one day, he received a private forum message.
The one who messaged him was Zhou Mo, the most famous handsome guy in the forum.
At that time, Zhou Mo had already started working, often posting his selfie with his air steward’s uniform, sexy and handsome. There were so many people who loved him and wanted to have a relationship with him.
But Qin Xiaoke was different, because both of them were the bottom.
Zhou Mo messaged him :“ I guess the story was made up by you?”
Qian Xiaoke didn’t admit it, but Zhou Mo seriously circled all the illogical places which straight away made Qian Xiaoke lower his head to apologize.
However, Qian Xiaoke did not stop updating the story because of this incident, because Zhou Mo liked to read his make up stories. Zhou Mo didn’t expose him, and even binged-reading it with more interest.
So, both of them knew each other because of this, and became good friends after Qian Xiaoke graduated.
Qian Xiaoke’s major in university was Chinese. His result was average, the university’s ranking was also average, it was difficult to find a job after he graduated. Zhou Mo was already in the relationship with Cheng Sen at that time, so Qian Xiaoke became the receptionist in Cheng Sen’s company by going through the back door.
The monthly salary that he received was 3500 yuan after deducting those government insurance.
Qian Xiaoke shared a rent with others, he lived in a tiny and shabby room which cost 1500 yuan per month excluding the utility fee.
He had to tighten his spendings for his living.
But Qian Xiaoke had always been positive and always thinking that tomorrow would be better.
However, his colleagues said to him : “Xiaoke, you know, if people like us want to change our fate, the only way is to find a rich man.”
Qian Xiaoke: “People like us? What kind of people are we?”
“We are people who are oppressed by the economy.”
Qian Xiaoke agreed that he was a poor guy and had no special talent or any background, but he felt that living with a target of finding a rich man is not a positive mentality.
“I couldn’t do it.” Qian Xiaoke said, “It’s much harder than the national college entrance examination (*1)”
The colleague sized up him and agreed : “That’s true”
Qian Xiaoke : “……”
“Look at our boss’s wife, a social butterfly, know what’s the right thing to say and has a sexy body. Only someone like him could marry people like President Cheng.”
Qian Xiaoke pouted: “Zhou Mo himself also earns a significant income.”
“Aiya aiya, you don’t understand.” The colleague left while waving his hands.
Although Qian Xiaoke did not agree with his values, Qian Xiaoke agreed that he could not find a rich man for sure.
He felt that he did not have the beauty of Su Daji(*2), nor was he as smart as Zhuge Liang(*3), and besides that, he did not have Wang Xifeng’s mouth(*4) to speak well, and it was normal for no one to love him.
Although Qian Xiaoke did not have a serious relationship with someone, there are plenty of people that he crushed on.
For example, Daniel Wu and Takeshi Kaneshiro.
For example, Ronaldo and Beckham.
Every one of them was deeply and truly loved from his heart.
But sadly, every one of his secret loves ended without an ending.
Zhou Mo and Qian Xiaoke had the same birthday. Originally, Zhou Mo asked Qian Xiaoke to celebrate together, but Qian Xiaoke said: “Forget it, just treat me as a normal guest at your birthday party.”
But actually, Qian Xiaoke’s real thought was: I have no money, I don’t want to pay for the party.
On that day, Qian Xiaoke joined Zhou Mo’s birthday party happily, danced with a handsome guy and drank a lot of alcohol happily.
But then, he was happily drunk.
After he drank, Qian Xiaoke was dizzy, he knew that he had said a lot, but couldn’t remember what he said. Before he lost consciousness, his last impression of the world was that a handsome guy was holding him. And this person seemed to be very rich.
Anyways, when Qian Xiaoke woke up, he was lying naked on the big hotel bed.
His white body was wrapped in a white quilt, and his brain was blank.
He glanced at the side, across from the bed, a man was standing by the window smoking a cigarette.
That person, a stalwart figure, reminded him of an essay by Zhu Ziqing.
Suddenly Qian Xiaoke, who was thirsty, wanted to eat some oranges.(*5)
But obviously, this man was not his father, his father didn’t wear suits, nor did he have such strong arm muscles.
Although he had the meaning to mock his father, Qian Xiao knew that his father would not be angry at him.
He moved, and the person looked back at him.
It’s a handsome guy.
The kind of lady-killer who were really charming
Qian Xiaoke sat up, and the quilt slid to his waist, he sucked a gasp, and quickly grabbed the quilt and pulled to his chest.
Qian Xiaoke looked at the man in front of him fiercely. He vaguely remembered this man. They danced together before.
“You…!” Qian Xiaoke was like the brainless actress in the most dramatic TV show, “Me…！”
Jiang Tongyan stood with a cigarette in one hand and another hand in his pants pocket, standing there, watching indifferently at the boy who felt unbelievable on the bed.
“Awaked?”
He had a beautiful voice, deep and sexy, and should be a voice of a smoker.
And Qian Xiaoke liked voices like that.
But……
“You slept me?” Qian Xiaoke asked with shock, “You slept me without my permission?”
“……I didn’t.” Jiang Tongyang frowned and looked at him.
“You must have done that!” Qian Xiaoke said decisively, “Otherwise why am I not wearing clothes?”
“Because you vomited last night, it was very disgusting.”
“Liar!” Qian Xiaoke said, “It’s over, I’m dirty.”
Jiang Tongyan rolled his eyes and took a cigarette.
“I was also drunk last night.”
Qian Xiaoke heard and said : “Don’t try to excuse yourself with this! ”
“I mean, it is said that you cannot get an erection when you are heavily drunk.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Honestly speaking, we just slept for a night, and I didn’t do anything to you.”
Qian Xiaoke raised his hand and motioned for him to shut up.
“There is no need to say much, I understand, you are such a liar and still don’t dare to admit that you have slept me.”
Jiang Tongyan looked at him helplessly: “Then what do you want?”
Qian Xiaoke took a deep breath, and suddenly lay back .
“Leave me alone to cry for a while.” Said Qian Xiaoke, “I still have the right to cry for my loss of virginity even at the age of twenty!”
*1: The exam to enter university in China
*2: The favorite consort of King Zhou of Shang, the last king of the Shang dynasty in ancient China. She was portrayed as a malevolent fox spirit in legends as well as novels.
*3: A Chinese politician, military strategist, writer, engineer and inventor
*4: Character in a novel who is famous by her well speaking
*5: Meaning: the person looks like his father. (Part from the essay “Father” from Zhu Ziqing where the father has left after saying that he was going to buy some oranges for his son and asked him to stand there to wait for him.)
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