Post Date April, 15 2023
This is not my story, but it's about me and many girls I met in New York. If there is any similarity, it is pure fiction and pure coincidence. If dating in New York is like a sport, it must be a marathon that requires perseverance. At ten o'clock on Saturday morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
The dream at the moment before I woke up was the fortune teller who met me at the Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong six years ago. He said that it would be heartbreaking to fall in love at the age of two before 30. After opening my eyes, this sentence was repeated repeatedly in my mind. The sunlight pouring in from the bedside in front of me was not the usual brightness every day, and for a moment, I couldn't remember where I was.
Turning over, I saw Jonathan's back. It turned out that I was at his house, and there were eighteen days left until my 26th birthday.
Last night, we arranged to see the newly lit Christmas tree next to the Rockefeller Building. The tree remains unchanged every year, with the same towering and colorful lighting, only the people around us are different. Just after the Thanksgiving holiday, on the first weekend of December, Fifth Avenue seemed to be enchanted by a fairy. Along the way, colorful lights were hung on the roadside trees, and department store windows were also designed with various Christmas themed small worlds, attracting many tourists to stop and admire. Whenever I see a lit street, I can't help but feel disappointed: Ah, it's another year, is this year better than last year, is this year happier than last year. The men who used to spend holidays together, come and go together, who came first and who came last, but as they spent more time in New York, they couldn't remember clearly.
Oh yes, I just remembered that I was officially with J. Although the dating culture in New York is diverse and open, when it comes to confirming a relationship, there is not much difference between China and the West, and one must personally confirm it verbally. Last weekend happened to be the day we met for three months, so we should have made some progress. After several relationships and reaching the age of twenty-five, I finally learned to hit and run from first base all the way back to the home plate, running back and forth for several laps, but still not easily showing my true abilities. Because relationships after the age of 25 no longer rely solely on attractiveness, but require time to get to know each other, recognize their essence as whether they are returning or passing, and set a stop loss point in their hearts to sell and leave at any time.
After dinner, as soon as the waiter served the dessert, I asked J: Do you think we should be together?
Having only a three-month relationship, it's not difficult to ask straightforward questions.
I think it sounds good. J paused for a second and smiled and gave a neutral answer. So do you want or not, together. I looked at J with my eyes fixed. Go to his fortune teller. I've had enough of running in the marathon of dating for the past two years, but I still don't know where the destination is, but I can't stop easily. Now that I have finally encountered J, who allows me to get along effortlessly, I must figure out whether he is my relay station or endpoint.
Yes. J saw my determination to become a boyfriend and girlfriend before finally giving up my defensive and generous response.
Hand over your sincerity, just for a sincere answer.
After the teenage frivolity, great joy and great sorrow, girls in their twenties know that even if they are sad, there will be a good day, and they also know that even if they lose the person in front of them, there will be another person they can like. As Jacky Cheung once sang, love at the age of 25 is a beautiful scene. And when J met me, I still believe in love, I am willing to take the first step for love, and I am willing to surrender my true heart earlier.
In fact, if I hadn't silently observed and carefully recorded J's eyes and smiles at all times when we were together, and measured his sincerity, I wouldn't have the courage to ask J. Perhaps instead, I would have chosen to silently stop contacting and walk away. After three months of understanding, the delay in finalizing the case is ultimately attributed to J's caution. At the age of 35, J has gone through countless ups and downs and has learned to live a good life alone. Even though he has a pleasant conversation, he still holds a slow attitude towards relationships and does not easily let his pace of life be changed. In my eyes, J is not an uncle, or almost any bachelor under the age of 40 in New York cannot be considered an uncle. They always like to say 30 is new 20 and shamelessly add ten years of youth to themselves.
Back last night, on the way to the Christmas tree, J held my hand and slowly and carefully walked through the crowd of people admiring the lights. He walked a few meters by the Christmas tree and excitedly took out his phone and said, 'Let's take photos.'. At this moment, it seems that we have never seen this Christmas tree that grows similarly every year, or perhaps we have finally met each other on the long road. After shooting the Christmas tree, there were several installation art pieces outside the two street entrances. We walked and stopped laughing and taking several group photos. As J stopped to examine the group photo repeatedly, I looked at J, surrounded by a joyful atmosphere, but couldn't help but think pessimistically, how good it would be if time could stop at this moment, and perhaps one day, I would rather none of this had happened, how good it would be.
Before J turned around, I put away my pessimistic self and turned back into a smiling self.
Merry Christmas J kissed me on the left cheek, seemingly satisfied with the group photo I just took. Merry Christmas to you too, and I smiled with satisfaction.
Afterword of Fanwai:
In the year of drawing lots at Wong Tai Sin Temple in Hong Kong, he was only in his third year and still had a boyfriend and girlfriend with Xiao Wu.
And my relationship with Xiao Wu drew the story of Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei. Originally, I was still a bit angry in my heart. I asked the fortune teller who solved the lottery and asked if it was because Huang Daxian disliked me for being overweight and said I was Yang Guifei. The fortune teller smiled and said, 'No, Miss. The sign refers to Tang Xuanzong, and your boyfriend is Yang Yuhuan. In the end, you sacrificed Yang Yuhuan to save Jiangshan.'. At present, when listening to the interpretation of the signing, I seem to have a vague understanding, and I simply cannot understand when I have the power to sacrifice, or who is my Anlu Mountain. But I have never mentioned this matter to Xiao Wu.
But it wasn't until I woke up one morning from my dream of returning to Wong Tai Sin Temple after being officially with J that I realized that perhaps New York was my land, and Xiao Wu could only be the Yang Guifei whom I had deeply devoted myself to.
