情人节的铃声（小小小说水水水楼）
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My first impression of Rabbit was his long hair, which went all the way down to cove his back neck and touched his shoulders. Such a hair style, too hippie and rare for a Chinese, immediately sketched in my mind a cocky cynic character. It made me somehow expect, subconsciously, an unexpected greeting from him.
``Hi, I am Rabbit.'' He shook my hands, passed to me a bottle of wine he brought, and politely introduced himself. He had on his face a genuine smile. His good manner and modest attitude were sincere.
Rabbit was in his late 20s or early 30s. He was lean built. His face did not look as impressive as his hair. In fact, this was a typical chines face, nothing spectacular at all. I doubt It would attract the attention of the girls on the street, neither in China nor here.
``Nice to meet you. Jun often talks about you.'' I replied. Indeed, Jun's conversations with me on a school topic often involved Rabbit. Some of late nights Jun stayed at school were actually for getting help from Rabbit with his courses.
``That better be something good.'' He spoke in a joking tone, and suddenly I thought I saw a charm, vigorous and brisk, appeared in his eyes. His smile was relaxed and amicable, very much contradicting my first impression.
``Well, you were his excuses staying late at school, and this is the time to check if he lied to me.'' It didn't appear difficult at all for me to carry on a relaxed conversion with him.
``Uhhh …. when was this? … Was Jun ever with me late at school? …'' He put on a puzzled face, exaggerated and dramatic.
``No?'' I felt my heart sank. I meant to be joking and wasn't ready for such an answer.
``Of course he was with me!" Rabbit bursted to laughters, ``I was teasing you. Apparently your husband needed to catch up with his school work every now and then. ''
His reply put me back at ease. I was surprised though that he was much more easy-going and pleasant than I had expected. The smoothness that he impressed me with almost seemed to have been rehearsed. I saw that this smoothness would make him very approachable to his male friends and somewhat attractive to the females. In his easy and mild manner, I however sense that there hid a rather strong self-confidence, or should it be more likely, an extraordinary passion. But I had no evidence that this was real, and would rather regard it as my own fancy, or, a picture that my imagination had arbitrarily associated with this otherwise common-looking character.
The party was a very Chinese one, mainly involving a nice meal lasting for hours and the consumption of lots of alcohol. There was only one girl in the party, Yan, the wife of one of Jun's other friends. Her husband, Hao, was an art student at that time, who also played soccer with Jun.
Yan joined me in preparing food for the party. To my surprise, Rabbit also offered his help with kitchen work.
``You can cook?"
``Of course, better than you think.'' He replied, and I was unsure to what extent he wanted me to believe it.
It only took half an hour for me to believe it -- entirely. Rabbit was a good cook. The way he prepared food and cooked was fluent, skillful and orderly. I had not known a man who was not a chef but who cooked as well as Rabbit did. Not only did the food taste good and look nice, what also struck me was the tidiness of the kitchen that he had maintained throughout.
I could hardly explain how a man could become so proficient with kitchen work, except imaging that there was a woman in his life, whom he loved dedicatedly and whom he wanted to please persistently --- perhaps over many years.
``Hi, I am Rabbit.'' He shook my hands, passed to me a bottle of wine he brought, and politely introduced himself. He had on his face a genuine smile. His good manner and modest attitude were sincere.
Rabbit was in his late 20s or early 30s. He was lean built. His face did not look as impressive as his hair. In fact, this was a typical chines face, nothing spectacular at all. I doubt It would attract the attention of the girls on the street, neither in China nor here.
``Nice to meet you. Jun often talks about you.'' I replied. Indeed, Jun's conversations with me on a school topic often involved Rabbit. Some of late nights Jun stayed at school were actually for getting help from Rabbit with his courses.
``That better be something good.'' He spoke in a joking tone, and suddenly I thought I saw a charm, vigorous and brisk, appeared in his eyes. His smile was relaxed and amicable, very much contradicting my first impression.
``Well, you were his excuses staying late at school, and this is the time to check if he lied to me.'' It didn't appear difficult at all for me to carry on a relaxed conversion with him.
``Uhhh …. when was this? … Was Jun ever with me late at school? …'' He put on a puzzled face, exaggerated and dramatic.
``No?'' I felt my heart sank. I meant to be joking and wasn't ready for such an answer.
``Of course he was with me!" Rabbit bursted to laughters, ``I was teasing you. Apparently your husband needed to catch up with his school work every now and then. ''
His reply put me back at ease. I was surprised though that he was much more easy-going and pleasant than I had expected. The smoothness that he impressed me with almost seemed to have been rehearsed. I saw that this smoothness would make him very approachable to his male friends and somewhat attractive to the females. In his easy and mild manner, I however sense that there hid a rather strong self-confidence, or should it be more likely, an extraordinary passion. But I had no evidence that this was real, and would rather regard it as my own fancy, or, a picture that my imagination had arbitrarily associated with this otherwise common-looking character.
The party was a very Chinese one, mainly involving a nice meal lasting for hours and the consumption of lots of alcohol. There was only one girl in the party, Yan, the wife of one of Jun's other friends. Her husband, Hao, was an art student at that time, who also played soccer with Jun.
Yan joined me in preparing food for the party. To my surprise, Rabbit also offered his help with kitchen work.
``You can cook?"
``Of course, better than you think.'' He replied, and I was unsure to what extent he wanted me to believe it.
It only took half an hour for me to believe it -- entirely. Rabbit was a good cook. The way he prepared food and cooked was fluent, skillful and orderly. I had not known a man who was not a chef but who cooked as well as Rabbit did. Not only did the food taste good and look nice, what also struck me was the tidiness of the kitchen that he had maintained throughout.
I could hardly explain how a man could become so proficient with kitchen work, except imaging that there was a woman in his life, whom he loved dedicatedly and whom he wanted to please persistently --- perhaps over many years.
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如歌你没走错门吧？
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啊，不许在这里贴故事啊？:blowzy::blowzy::blowzy:
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