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Chapter 18.1 – What Life Looks Like (1)

They were all young teachers from the faculty who ca tonight, and they did not think anything of what was going on. In fact, they were happy to watch the antics of this group of students.

Gu Pingsheng knew that he should not keep turning down the request, and tilting his head to the side, he looked at her.

“What should we do? Want to swoop in as the hero and rescue the beauty?” She mouthed this to him.

His beautiful hand lifted her hair that was cascading over her shoulders, and leaning in toward her, he answered in a low voice, “Sure.”

He appeared to truly have been infected by the New Year’s atmosphere. From his expressions to his movents, he had beco more relaxed and natural. It seed like it had been so long already since he had accepted his second job and had beco always busy and showing hints of fatigue.

The “he” of this mont carried a tranquil expression in his eyes that had not been seen in a long ti.

She all of a sudden felt a twinge of guilt. Things were already hard for him, but because he now had her, there was an even greater burden placed upon him. She rose to her feet, and in that atmosphere that was charged with enthusiasm, she borrowed a guitar from the hands of a boy and sat down on a chair that soone nearby had pushed over for her.

“May I squeal? Pretty girl, you honestly are married already?” After the female emcee had finished enviously teasing Tong Yan, she looked around. “My fellow female junior schoolmates, to be a girl that Teacher Gu likes, you must first know how to play the guitar, got it?”

Below, the answers ca back like rowdy jesting, and everyone answered together, “Got it.”

“Your Teacher Gu is tone deaf, so I had better take his place when it cos to any sort of performance,” Tong Yan joked deliberately.

“Hmm … That can do”—the female emcee contemplated for a few seconds—“but you can’t completely fill in for him either … How about this? If you and Teacher Gu each answer a question, we will let Teacher Gu off the hook.”

Answer a question? She truly dared not agree to that. Who knew what they might ask? …

“We definitely wouldn’t dare ask any mature-audience-only questions.” Grinning, the female emcee walked up beside Gu Pingsheng and said into the microphone, “Teacher Gu, may we start with you first?”

He gave a light shrug. “Sure.”

“Use two words to describe our Mrs. Gu who is standing here in front of everyone.” This question was a very proper and suitable one.

He nodded, and looking at Tong Yan with with a smile so gorgeous it did not seem real, he answered in English, “Pretty. Naughty.”

Praise, loving affection, and even doting were wholly and unabashedly encompassed within those two words.

“Woohoo!” From various corners, simultaneous cries rose up from different people.

Even as the person who was with Gu Pingsheng day and night, Tong Yan was still struck by these two words … And as a result, after returning to Tong Yan’s side, the emcee still maintained an expression of absolute envy on her face. Seeming extrely torn but also extrely curious, she asked Tong Yan the next question. “Well then, may I ask, what is the one thing our Teacher Gu said that touched you the most?”

“A line of lyrics.”

“Lyrics?”

With an “mm-hmm,” Tong Yan adjusted the microphone stand and set the dark silver microphone beside her face. Gazing directly at him, she stated, “I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.”

After several seconds of silence, soone finally revealed the source of this line. At the back of the crowd, a girl excitedly gripped the arm of another person and cried, “‘My All’! It’s ‘My All’! That’s my favourite song!”

It was also her favourite song.

Because of Gu Pingsheng.

As opposed to the song that, during the Anniversary Gala, had caused the entire university to boil over with exhilaration, she loved even more to sing out the feelings in this one. This song that she, holding a guitar, had sung to her fellow junior schoolmates on that train ride deep in the night, from Shanghai to Beijing, when everyone else was blearily asleep. That had been the first ti she left him after they had beco a couple.

I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.

I am … thinking of you … in my sleepless solitude tonight.

In that first taste of separation, she had not known how to express those feelings of missing him, but he had used this first line of lyrics to unreservedly tell it to her.

As Tong Yan began to sing, the banquet hall gradually quieted down. The very festive and tacky neon lights were continuously moving and changing their angles.

To make up for the regret that last ti, he had not seen her sing this song, this entire ti, she looked only at him as she sang. Because it had been so long since she last touched a guitar and she also had to divide so of her attention to ensure that each word was clearly articulated and visible, it was unavoidable that she hit a few wrong chords. Fortunately, most of those people whose ears could hear were amazed by her singing abilities and did not pay too much attention to those subtle mistakes.

The song finished, but before her hands had even left the strings, several boys who were being silly[1] ca up to her with notebooks in hand, putting on a display as if they were chasing after their idol.

Later, when many years had passed and she again ran into his students at the ti, they could all still talk about her performance of “My All” during the New Year’s celebration.

On the New Year’s holiday, Grandmother rose early and headed out to visit an old friend. Gu Pingsheng, for once, actually slept in, and Tong Yan did not have the heart to wake him. Seven or eight articles of clothing were soaking inside a washtub, and sitting on a small stool, she began with her hands to scrub the fabrics. When she was nearly done with washing the laundry, she wanted to go to the bedroom for a look, but turning rather hurriedly, she forgot that the floor beneath her feet was wet. With a loud bang, she slipped and crashed to the floor with the washtub.

She felt with her hand. Only wetness from water. She had not cut herself. Yes, it really hurt, but it should not be serious. She pushed herself up on the tiles, but then her brows creased together. Only when she was applying so force did she discover that the place that hurt most was actually not her head but rather, the area around her tailbone — it was that type of pain that rendered you unable to move. Hence, when Mr. Gu rose from bed and walked to the bathroom, the picture he saw before him was Tong Yan sitting red-eyed on the tile floor and covered with water, her face pale as she looked up at him.

This was supposed to be a hard-to-co-by day of rest, but the two of them spent several tiring hours of it in the hospital instead. As the doctor held up the x-ray film and examined it, he smilingly told her that she had fallen just right and confird that she had only fractured her tailbone. Throughout the entire ti, besides carefully taking care of her, Gu Pingsheng maintained a somber expression on his face, as if this was an extrely big incident.

“Fracture” sounded like it was a very serious matter, but in the end, she was rely told to rest.

Utterly and completely rest.

[1]无厘头 “wu li tou.” This term is usually transliterated as “mo lei tau” as it is actually a Cantonese term that originates from Hong Kong popular culture. The term itself ans “makes no sense” or “aningless” and is describing a unique type of humour based on wordplay, slapstick cody, and puns.

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