I met Old Wang about nineteen years ago, to be exact, I was born how long it took to get to know him.
The old king has always claimed to be 6’7″, in fact, I grew to 6’4″ when I stepped on 5 cm heels to be a little taller than him, so I always thought that 6’7″ may not be his height, but the diameter of his belly.
Of course his belly is not so exaggerated, although he always looks like he is about to give birth.
Before I realized that Old Wang was a tycoon, our relationship used to be very awkward. It was probably the year I first wore high heels. Old Wang’s hair started to turn gray, and although he did a good job of hiding this horrible little thing with baking cream, I still found out about it.
It’s not because I’m so perceptive, but I only found out when he slapped me hard one night and sent me to school the next day with a half-head of freshly emerged, white sideburns. At that time he was already a forty-year-old middle-aged man, because of long-term drinking, like to eat big fat meat so very bad health, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, often gout. But always so energetic. He was the most obese warrior.
According to Director Chen, Wang was quite handsome when he was a young king, and I’ve seen a picture of him when he was young, grinning in front of Tiananmen Square, a bit like a Japanese star Akanishi Hitoshi. He was so good at fighting in school that it was a piece of cake for him to smash people with locks, so much so that when Director Chen later married Wang, their high school classmates asked her worriedly, “How can you marry him?
But Director Chen is now basically the happiest of all her female classmates, she wears the best clothes, justifiably uses the golden 5s snatched from her daughter, has someone to pick her up and drop her off at work, never bothering with office fights, she spends ten thousand dollars a month on skin care without blinking, and at forty-five she walks around like she’s in her early thirties, and every night if Lao Wang isn’t home she goes around playing or watching her favorite TV show. If the old king is at home, then she must be beating him.
She does not have to serve her mother-in-law, nor does she have to take care of her daughter, let alone guard against a mistress, simply the most happy and dashing woman I have ever seen live.
I’ve almost forgotten the reasons for these arguments, which were just about my inability and his bad temper, and it wasn’t until I was an adult that we started to get along peacefully.
The old king’s life is almost a non-stop life, he spent his life running, in exchange for my life of comfort.
The first time I felt that Old Wang was old was the day he sent me to school. I left the small town where I had lived for eighteen years, depressed and without the slightest expectation of the new school, the old king looked at my silence and was a bit overwhelmed. After packing up the dormitory he slipped me money and told me to take the change. I was so focused on looking at him that I forgot to count the money. Then I accompanied him to see the school cafeteria, the old king stood at the entrance of the cafeteria tears brushed down, he dragged me back to the car on the spot and stuffed me again, saying: “Take the meal, do not eat the cafeteria, grandmother a bear this cafeteria is too scary. You have eaten canteen, you do not go to eat, listen.” I absent-mindedly dropped the money into the bag, looked up and saw his white hair, and finally could not help but cry.
The old king, the old king, you forget, in your college career, if you can have this kind of canteen serving meat, is a happy thing ah.
The night after he left, I was too lazy to take care of my new roommate, afraid to look at my phone, afraid to call, afraid to open my eyes, afraid to wake up. I dreamt that he held me when I was a child and tried to pick the pink flowers on the banyan tree in front of the door for me, I dreamt that he looked at me during my adolescence and smoked one cigarette after another after I slammed the door and left, I dreamt that he hugged me the day I came of age and finally admitted that I looked better in high heels than Director Chen.
I dreamt that he drank a lot of wine, that he stayed up all night working late when he was young, flattering the leaders and painstakingly running everything.
I dreamt that he watched me eventually become a family with someone else, watched me grow up and leave the palm of his hand.
After I unraveled the unpleasantness of this society, after I understood how much heartache and suffering he had to go through to get to where he is today, after I left him, I dreamed of him for the first time.
I don’t know if you have ever had the same experience, but in that late night, I found for the first time that I could not leave you.
In my eighteen years old before the old king always hate my unworthy, and in my eighteen years old after, I can vaguely feel, he hopes that I do not have too much success.
He hoped I could spend my life under his wing, accompanying him and Director Chen. I thought so too.
I don’t know how long I can spend with my dearest ones, I only know that compared to him, the so-called ambition is not worth mentioning.
The old king often says that one day they will all die, love will fade, his love can only make me feel happy and joyful, while his money, but I do not have to pay attention to the world’s woes.
So the old king gave me the best material conditions he could give, my bag of money is always a lot more than my buddies, I was fifteen years old when I learned to use the price to separate the crowd, eighteen years old when I began to learn not to envy anyone, no matter if they are prettier than me or richer than me, this year I am nineteen years old, spoiled by the old king to see everything, capricious and mean, it is expected to be very difficult to marry in the future.
The most awesome quality I learned from the old king is that no matter how good it is now, I will never feel like the most awesome, because there are always people in this world who are more awesome than me, but I will never bend down to this fucked up world because I am not awesome.
He used his once humble, in exchange for my now proud.
Old King Old King, sooner or later, I will also become an old king.
I will not be like you, but my heart, the same as yours.
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