Miss Mojito admits that she has been in love with Mr. Dragonfruit for some time, but she is afraid to express her love to him because she knows next to nothing about him.
She only knows that he is a hand of a cultural company, but exactly what this cultural company does, she does not know; she only knows that he is very young, only about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, and then he has a house, a car and a deposit, and he is not the second generation of the rich. So where did his wealth come from? From an unheard of cultural company? Obviously unrealistic.
In short, in Miss Mojito's eyes, Mr. Dragon Fruit is mysterious and equally charming.
02
Their encounter is also unusual.
Miss Mojito was working as a counselor in a major university, and on Teacher's Day, when she was sorting out the roster of students in her office, someone knocked on the office door, and that person was Mr. Dragon Fruit.
Mr. Dragon Fruit's intention was very clear, he brought a $10,000 International Plaza Mall shopping card, said it was a gift for Teacher's Day, and hoped that Miss Mojito smile.
"Which student's parent are you?" Ms. Mojito asked suspiciously.
Mr. Dragon Fruit reported a girl's name, said the girl is his "cousin", hope Miss Mojito can take care of more care.
Miss Mojito thought back, Mr. Dragon fruit mouth that "cousin" is always in the class of a beautiful girl in the dormitory does not fall, students privately have non-sense, said she was a rich businessman adopted, but also for the rich businessman abortion.
"Is that really your cousin?" Miss Mojito gave Mr. Dragonfruit a suspicious look.
"Yes." Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit nodded.
"She often doesn't land in her dormitory and is always missing classes. At this rate, it's questionable whether she's qualified for the exams. After all, too many absences will disqualify you from the exams according to the school rules."
"Well, that's why I implore you, counselor, to take care of her more. I don't know the teachers well, and I don't have the time to approach them one by one, so I can only rely on you, counselor, to make more connections. If you need to make a point, just say so, and I'll definitely cooperate." Mr. Dragon Fruit's voice was calm and collected, carrying an unquestionable power.
"No need for any punches, we as teachers naturally want our students to be good." Miss Mojito shoved the ten thousand dollar shopping card back into the other's hand, "In fact, as her cousin, you should be more cooperative with us teachers in disciplining her!"
Mr. Dragonfruit frowned slightly when he saw that she didn't take the card, "Well ...... so, are you free tonight? I'd like to invite you **** to dinner."
"No need." Ms. Mojito smiled politely.
Mr. Dragonfruit said nothing and retreated with a gentlemanly smile.
03
After Mr. Dragonfruit exited the office, Miss Mojito continued to bury her head in her work. When she looked up, the day had changed. It was raining so hard that the whole city was soaked, and she had no umbrella.
"Need an umbrella?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door.
Miss Mojito followed the voice and found Mr. Firecracker with a large umbrella in his hand.
"Why are you still here?"
"It's pouring outside, so I'll give you a ride in my car." Mr. Dragonfruit replied.
The office was quiet, like the kind of silence taken on after a sudden interruption of noise, as if the conversation that had just taken place had also taken place in silence.
Mr. Dragonfruit was patient, just gazing at Miss Mojito in silence, his gaze unsalted.
"Okay." Under his quiet gaze, Miss Mojito compromised.
04
Mr. Dragon Fruit's ride was a yellow Chevy Camaro.
This was Miss Mojito's first time in a sports car, and she felt a bit constrained.
"Do you know why I bought this car?" An imperceptible smile passed over Mr. Dragonfruit's face momentarily, "Because I like bumblebees."
"Bumblebee? From Transformers?" Miss Mojito asked, "Is that the car that Bumblebee transforms into in the movie?"
"That's right." Mr. Firecracker blasted the gas pedal with a powerful push that startled Miss Mojito.
Under Mr. Dragonfruit's skillful handling, the Hornet flew forward, and the watercolor cityscape vaguely depicted by the streetlights in front of her came crashing down on her, causing Miss Mojito to feel dislocated in time and space, and the sky spinning.
"I'm not really anyone's cousin." There was something otherworldly about Mr. Dragonfruit, who was driving the car, as if he had everything under control.
Ms. Mojito had an "I knew it" look on her face.
"I don't know that girl either." The light from the window hit him through the car window, making each of his hairs burn and shine, "She's the ex-girlfriend of one of my buddies, and I'm doing this at the behest of my buddy, after all, that girl gave a lot of herself to him."
Mr. Dragonfruit then began to tell his buddy's story.
His buddy's name is Mr. Mystic Fruit, and he's a rich single guy. Only in his thirties, he has already achieved complete wealth freedom, with a minimum of two hundred thousand dollars in expenses a month.
"Such a rich man, at this age, is not married?" Ms. Mojito said in surprise.
Mr. Dragon Fruit was speechless for a moment, "Married, then divorced."
"Oh." Miss Mojito hadn't been paying attention to the view out the window, and now she suddenly realized that Bumblebee had arrived near the Wanda Mansion.
"There's a great pizza place here, let's try it together." Mr. Dragon Fruit suddenly did a nice dump and stopped on the side of the road.
05
The owner's wife of the pizzeria saw Mr. Dragonfruit and smiled, "It's rare to see you bring a friend."
"Yeah." Mr. Dragon Fruit placed his raindrop-stained umbrella in a bucket by the door, "Why don't you recommend a cocktail for her."
The proprietress, who had eyes as soft and steely as distant crags, looked Ms. Mojito up and down, and had a flash of insight, "I think a Mojito would suit her better!"
"What's a mojito?" Miss Mojito asked.
"Mojito is one of the most famous rum mixers, originating in Cuba." Mr. Dragon Fruit smiled, "Trust me, you'll love it."
"Two then." Mr. Dragon Fruit said to the owner's wife, and ordered a plate of margarita pizza along with it. The two then went upstairs and chose a seat by the window.
Outside the window, the road, which had just been rained on, was wet and flooded with a dim light.
After two mojitos were brought up by the waiter, Ms. Mojito tasted them and was immediately captured by the minty freshness.
"It's so delicious!" Miss Mojito's eyes instantly lit up.
With a smile in his eyes, Mr. Dragon Fruit said, "Here, Cheers!"
As he sipped his mojito and ate his pizza, Mr. Dragon Fruit began to speak eloquently about running a cultural company, but when Ms. Mojito asked him exactly what he did, he was incoherent. It didn't hurt Miss Mojito's opinion of him though, it was rare to meet a man like Mr. Dragonfruit in school and he was quite funny and witty.
"Call me Rhubarb from now on." Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit said after the wine and dinner.
"Because you drive a bumblebee?" Ms. Mojito said wittily.
Mr. Dragonfruit didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or fate that had already footnoted them, but they had only known each other for less than a day, but they felt very familiar, like friends who had been separated for many years, without any rustiness.
06
Then they went on a few more dates, all to bars.
They usually ordered two mojitos, sat in the window seat, and talked for hours.
As the number of dates increased, Ms. Mojito's affection for Mr. Dragonfruit grew, and she felt a sense of reluctance to let go of Mr. Dragonfruit when he dropped her off at her doorstep after each date.
But female reserve prevented her from expressing herself further.
The only thing she can do is to secretly take care of Mr. Mystic Fruit's ex-girlfriend, because that's kind of the only plea Mr. Dragon Fruit has made so far since he met her.
07
Unbeknownst to her, the holidays are here, school is out, and Miss Mojito has a lot of free time, but unfortunately, this time Mr. Dragon Fruit disappeared as if he had evaporated into thin air.
So for a long time, Miss Mojito was in a kind of trance, as if her soul was taken away. Until one day, her doorbell was rung.
Unbeknownst to her at the time, the door she opened was no longer just a door, but meant the opening of "another world.
The moment she opened the door, Ms. Mojito was pleasantly surprised, as if the dewdrops in the morning were illuminated by the first rays of the purest sunlight, revealing the most beautiful gesture.
Outside the door actually stood Mr. Dragon Fruit.
His face was haggard and tired, like a ball of crumpled yellow paper, filled with the smell of rotten mud.
"Can I stay at your house for the night?" He tried to hold on to a smile.
It was then that Miss Mojito realized that Mr. Dragonfruit was injured; he had gauze on the corner of his eye and brow bone, and based on the amount of blood seeping through it, she could roughly tell that the wound was pretty bad before it was treated.
"What happened to you?" Ms. Mojito helped him in, noticing that his skin was as cold as if he'd just come out of the freezer.
"It's nothing, something just happened." Mr. Dragonfruit waved his hand, "You don't have to worry about anything, just let me stay at your house for the night."
"That's fine, but you have to tell me exactly what happened ......," Miss Mojito said, seeing Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit turn out like this, she felt as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed an ice cube in her internal organs.
"Good." Mr. Fire Dragonfruit's voice was as deep black as the sky, hard and silent.
08
Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit wasn't Mr. Mystic Fruit's buddy at all, but rather his Chief Grand Secretary. Similarly, Mr. Mysterious Fruit is not your average rich man in town, he lurks in a complex and secretive network of interests, a network that radiates extremely widely, so widely that ordinary people can not imagine.
Unfortunately, this net is very brittle and thin, is not able to withstand the scorching of the law.
Those dazzling mysterious mergers and acquisitions, in his place as a child's game; those who are often difficult to touch the new shares, in his place as a bag to pick up; those in the eyes of the public sacred laws and rules, in his place to become a playful clay dough.
But although he is a long-sleeved dancer, he must be hidden, like a vampire in the dark night, is not visible. So much so that in many areas, he needs Mr. Dragonfruit to show his face instead.
Mr. Dragon Fruit's voice is as cold as water: "My previous culture company is actually handed over to me by him to take care of, under the group."
After hearing this, Ms. Mojito's cheeks faded from blood, but she was not shocked: "Then how did you know him?"
The memories made Mr. Dragon Fruit's eye brows narrow slightly, "It was five years ago ......"
09
Five years ago, Mr. Mystic Fruit was nowhere near as powerful as he is now. At that time, his business was just starting out, running a small company. While the company was ostensibly in the business of overseas training, it was actually in the business of sending pregnant women to the United States to give birth.
In those years, a lot of people wanted to give their children "American citizenship," so the company had no shortage of customers and business was booming.
That's when Mr. Dragon Fruit was recruited. He always remembers what Mr. Mystic Fruit said to him after he was recruited.
He said that everything in this world is in the hands of countless people. Everything you can see and want already has an owner. The only way to do that is to grab it from someone else. Only by stepping on the blood-stained ladder can your dreams be realized.
Mr. Dragon Fruit does not agree with Mr. Mystic Fruit's philosophy, but at that time he had just graduated from college, it would be good to have a job, and it is impossible to give up a job with a salary of 3,000 per month for the sake of different values.
After signing the labor contract, Mr. Dragon Fruit began to work hard as a secretary under Mr. Mystic Fruit.
I don't know why, many of the company's clients are second wives; and those who can afford second wives are all prominent officials and dignitaries. Mr. Mysterious Fruit, who is very good at drilling, reaches out to the periphery of high society through the second wives.
"I want to get into that circle." Mr. Mystic Fruit said drunkenly from the back seat of his car after a social engagement.
Mr. Dragon Fruit, who is a part-time chauffeur, is driving carefully through the rainy night: "What circle?"
Mr. Mystic Fruit points to the sky, "The upper levels, of course!"
"Who wouldn't want to be in the upper echelon? I want to too, but that's so hard." Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit sighed, "Nowadays, the classes are all solidified, and you can't even get in unless through a marriage."
"I know." Mr. Mystic Fruit's voice was cold, not that kind of gloomy cold, but weak cold.
At that time, the teacher in the company who taught basic spoken language to pregnant women was Ms. Liu Orange Soda, a senior student graduated from the School of Foreign Languages and Literature of Jiangcheng University.
Ms. Orange Soda is a sweet-looking, cheerful and very affable person, as if she carries a refreshing fragrance at any time and any place.
Mr. Mystic Fruit likes her very much.
Near the water tower first get the moon, not to mention Mr. Mystic Fruit is directly under the boss, Miss Orange Soda soon fell under his courtship offensive.
If Mr. Mystic Fruit is satisfied with the status quo and chooses to honestly spend the rest of his life with Miss Orange Soda***, there may not be those bad things behind.
But he is not willing to ah, he has a stupid heart to enter the upper class!
Miss Orange Soda is a school bully, and the circle of school bullies she is in also has many famous families. One of them is very famous in the circle, called Miss Long Island Iced Tea. Her father is a high ministerial official, but instead of taking shortcuts with the favor of her ancestors, she is more hardworking than the humble schoolchildren.
When Miss Orange Soda mentioned that Miss Long Island Ice Tea is the daughter of a high official of the ministry, Mr. Mystic Fruit was like a wolf who smelled blood and showed his fierce fangs.
Mr. Mystic Fruit began to snoop around for news of Miss Long Island Ice Tea, and then step by step and with careful planning, he eventually wooed her and concluded a marriage contract.
When implementing all of this, Mr. Mystic Fruit kept Miss Orange Soda in the dark, and it was only at the moment of the final marriage that Miss Orange Soda realized the truth and had a nervous breakdown, jumping into the river and committing suicide.
Mr. Mystic Fruit heard her suicide, said a "really stupid", and then continued to use the power of the female family "savage growth", successfully realize the dream of being among the upper class.
After listening to these, the night is very deep. The sky, the houses and the trees are all lined with darkness, making people feel as if they are at the bottom of the sea.
"It's late, go to sleep first." Mr. Dragonfruit's gaze radiated a distant meaning, "Tomorrow I'll tell you more about why I ended up in such a state."
"Okay." Miss Mojito took Mr. Dragonfruit's hand, "Go to sleep, everything will be fine."
"Thank you for trusting me." A slight heat crept up in the space where only two people were left.
10
The two of them made peace and lay down on a bed. It was as if they were blocked by a vacuum, and all was silent. But with the passage of time, this silence between them is like a sonorous commotion, and gradually the dark tide is surging.
Ms. Mojito was nervous, her breasts rising and falling fiercely like a line of shutters.
She turned on her side, and after a few moments of close proximity to Mr. Dragonfruit, she suddenly kissed him on the lips, feeling as if she were chewing on a piece of fresh fruit.
Mr. Dragonfruit responded in kind, and the two entwined their lips in a constant friction and sucking, their wet, soft tongues sliding between their lips and tongues.
As she did so, Ms. Mojito was a little hesitant to show too much initiative, but she couldn't care less, as her haze-like reasoning faded away, leaving her with nothing but pure sensuality.
The two embraced together entangled, Mr. Dragon Fruit's hand lifted up the bottom of Miss Mojito's T-shirt placket, gently rubbing her smooth and flat belly, while feeling her body gusts of slight tremors, while continuing to kiss ......
11
That night, Miss Mojito had a very long, long dream. Her dreams were very peculiar, like some kind of playback mechanism, where certain important moments that were particularly nostalgic always recurred in her dreams, not just the moving images, but also the sounds, the lights, the colors and smells.
The dream was all about time with Mr. Dragonfruit.
When she woke up from the dream, she saw Mr. Dragonfruit busy in the kitchen.
"Up? Come over and eat, you have to work later." Mr. Dragonfruit was frying an egg and the toaster was working, seemingly preparing sandwiches.
"I've been on vacation." Miss Mojito sat calmly at the table, not mentioning last night's events at all, there was an unspoken understanding between them, "I can't believe you can cook."
"It's only as good as making sandwiches." Mr. Dragon Fruit laughed bitterly, "I almost forgot, you work at a school and have summer and winter vacations."
"We're not done with yesterday's story yet ......," Ms. Mojito reminded.
Mr. Dragon Fruit sighed, his face as if it were an old rust-covered artifact from a previous dynasty, "Mr. Mystic Fruit's total collapse began with his divorce. Marriage with power, tie the knot and don't get divorced, divorcing is better than not tying the knot in the first place."
"His total collapse, you were affected by the waves did not?"
"Affected." Mr. Dragonfruit put the fried egg into the toasted bread and stuffed it with vegetables, "Since the company I had in hand was owned by him, when he disappeared, the debt collection agency had to take it out on me, and I was able to get out of it only after I changed the ownership of all my cars and houses."
Ms. Mojito's lips parted like a mute and she exhaled a gust of frightened air, "So you don't have nothing now?"
Mr. Dragonfruit nodded and continued calmly making the sandwich in his hand.
Silence descended, and for the first time Ms. Mojito felt the silence seem to take on weight, squeezing her towards the ground.
She got up and walked behind Mr. Dragonfruit and gave him a firm hug, "It's okay, although I didn't get to experience the glory with you when you were strong, I'd like to **** with you when you can't do anything about it."
Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit shuddered, his heart had warmed, as if something was burning fiercely.
"Since you're on vacation, why don't you accompany me to the Venetian Macau?" Mr. Dragon Fruit suddenly said.
"What's the point of going to the Venetian?"
"Do you know where in this world is the safest place to keep your money?" Mr. Dragonfruit's tone was a mixture of jest and seriousness, "The casino."
Ms. Mojito's mind turned a little, and she couldn't help but smile, "So you're saving it!"
"I felt something was wrong ahead of time, so I made preparations beforehand." Mr. Dragon Fruit's eyes filled with warmth, "Thank you for taking me in, I don't know why, but the first person I thought of when I was homeless, was you ......"
Miss Mojito said nothing, but just hugged him tighter. Moist breath continued to caress his skin. They hugged each other as if they had forgotten time in the growing brightness of the morning light, and the distance between their hearts and minds was immense.
From this moment on, whatever embarrassment, suffering, or sadness may occur in the future will only make Mr. Dragonfruit stronger. Nothing can destroy his intention because he is no longer alone.
Mr. Fire Dragon Fruit knows that the road back to the upper echelons is a difficult one, and as Mr. Mystic Fruit's power gradually disintegrates, all forces will reshuffle. Want to seize the opportunity to rise again in the chaos, will encounter many setbacks and hardships. But Mr. Dragon Fruit is the kind of even if rooted in the muck and muddy water, bruises all over the body also want to move forward.
It's time to go, the wind is just right.
Huang Jingtao: Master of Hubei University, member of Hubei Writers Association. He has published his works "Blank Page", "Ink Painting", "Silver Cross", and "Always Look East, Always Tear Up".
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