TREE HOUSE DIARY
17th June 2010
夏至，夏将至
绕了好大一个弯，最后，还是一个人坐在了雷雨阵阵的窗前；谈了一场被所有人非议的恋爱，伤痕累累，失眠夜夜，终于了解了很多病痛的最终由来不过一情字。
长叹一口气，舒一舒胸中长久累积着的苦闷幽郁。恋爱和成佛一样，你不去经历就得不出结果。理性犹如天空，你看见它简单澄澈，自己却只会走泥泞曲折的土路。
中间跳出来的二哥粉墨登场，唱了几嗓子大戏之后，也跑了，是一溜烟撒丫子的那种跑，跑了还不忘要走他曾经耍大方施舍的东西，包括茶叶和书－－说来高雅的东西竟被庸俗的情感纠缠。
我是从此就会得了西施颦眉的病吧，自己如今也效颦捧心穿过闹市，样子一定也难看，让旁人觉得苦，可是心里苦还强忍着笑得，样子定会更难看...
今天开始心悸了，许是借着前天食物中毒的当，发完高烧开始厌食，今天则心惊肉跳。见到旧情人捧着新欢，肺也衰竭了，呼吸受阻，瞳孔放大...哎呀呀，似这般姹紫嫣红开遍，我这里都付与断壁颓垣。
昨日里，曾被我呼做“性感侵略者”的Miss M也来诉说她的心酸浪漫。生活的玩笑就这般无偿，去年今日我还叫嚣一个人的空间，人面不知何处去，桃花依旧笑春风。她说需要一个闺密，晚上睡觉前说说话，免得只能无边盼望一个永远不会打来的电话。我又何尝不是？
物是人非事事休，欲语泪先流。我还是坐在窄窗前，还是雷声阵阵，有雨霖铃，只是多了去年的回忆...
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性感侵略
头发上还留有浓浓的柠檬洗发水味，屋子里弥漫着沐浴乳的人工香，屋子里暖暖的，她的头发还微湿，穿着我的黑色抓绒风衣，光着小腿，男人看了会觉得很性感撩人，其实我看了也会觉得性感撩人。女人都是美的，只要你用心体会…现在的这一切也应该是美的，如果不是在我的屋子里…
偏偏这一切的性感我不需要。柠檬不是我的味道，沐浴乳是我讨厌的东西，她衣服上火锅的味道还氤氲在四周，我的环境里怎么完全是另外一个女人的气息？我在28岁的时候，终于自己一个人租下了胡同里的四合院，享受着一个人的快乐自在，我埋在自己软软的被子里任由早上的阳光照进玻璃窗打在脸上，可是现在这个女人的身体和味道成了我的屋子的主导，我感觉不到自己的空间，我的情感在被挤压，我于是焦虑。
在我这个年纪，空间变得特别重要，完全不同于20岁时候那样喜欢扎堆儿--宿舍里本就住了八个人还嫌不够亲密，还要跟临床的女孩子睡一个被窝儿才觉得好玩儿。但渐渐的，跟女孩子们合租开始厌恶起女人的罗嗦，厌恶她们不收拾厨房，或者麸皮潦草地拖一下地，厌倦了她们视而不见的玻璃上的牙膏沫迹，厌倦了下水道上糊满却没人理会的头发丝和洗发水沫交织成的丑恶造型…屋子里的死角让我疯狂又暴躁
环境造就性格，这种暴躁是出于我们的不兼容，升级这种不同不兼容就是文化差异。从个体差异角度解读文化差异，就是当一个个体的生存环境遭受一个不同习惯甚至不同味道的人的介入，遭受介入的人无论如何会有不自在感，即使，介入者不怀有恶意或者侵略性。同样，一个文化群体遭受另一个文化群体的介入，被介入的文化会对新文化有抵触，会不习惯于新的思考方式，会有被侵犯的感觉。“文化入侵”在这种意义上看，不是动机，是结果，是不存有动机的结果。
性感女人介入我的空间，自认为给我的生活加入了“美丽”因素，就好像现代文明介入不发达地区，自认为给人家带去了“现代”因素，可是前者的“美丽”和后者的“现代”都是本位思考，是介入者用介入者的标准衡量的“美丽”“现代”，用被介入者的标准衡量，这种“美丽”“现代”可能毫无意义或者令人生厌，可能让被介入者感到暴躁疯狂。
被介入者和介入者的关系有两种可能，一则，介入者是强势力量，性感美丽或者经济发达，弱势的被介入者面对强势力量或者被诱惑而失去本身价值或者抵抗同化而遍体鳞伤，就像羌族对于汉藏文化的包围而进行的抵抗。二则，介入者是弱势力量，平淡无奇或者脏丑乱差，强势的被介入者或者被侮辱践踏而失去本身价值或者抵抗侮辱而遍体鳞伤，就像中国的中原地带历史上一度被满蒙入侵统治一样。以上推论有二元论之嫌，代表两种极端可能，处于中间地带的可能性是不论二者关系如何，在接触碰撞中，都必然有摩擦冲突牺牲，最后融合成为一种新的存在方式。“动则咎”，只要有一个变量发生变化，就会导向一个结果。但是结果不重要，重要的是摩擦冲突的过程。
古语说“距离产生美”，距离即是说不接触或者不冲撞，所以不产生激烈暴力。而一旦，性感女人介入到我的生活中，那么不论我是个更性感美丽的女人还是个平淡无奇的女人，都会被外来的力量扭曲，在自我和外在之间寻求新的平衡。这个过程令人痛苦。
我房里这个女人在镜子前娇唇微翘，嘬起嘴匀了一下唇膏，又用手打理一下头发，最后走到床边，躺在我身边。接下来，我要倾听她和新分手男友的故事，明天我身上都是她侵略性的柠檬香。
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2nd Dec 2009
we don’t make money, we make friends
穿着祥子用二手衣服改装的作品，拍了组很二很无厘头的照片，祥子特有的对八十年代的理解——混沌无序的苍白状态被二老板的镜头诠释得有点意思…每一组衣服都让我发自肺腑的想要仰头大笑，就像每次听了祥子的笑话仰头大笑一样。
我说祥子，你的衣服也就我的脸能阐释出它们的内涵，因为我了解你，祥子说“宝子，你不要每次都这么自信，自我就是你的中心思想”
我严肃了，其实我内心的悲凉你不懂也看不见，其实我笑的厉害是为了把苦压闷得深沉。我自信的背后是因为我得不到他人的肯定，我只能自我肯定。我留给大家灿烂轻松，我把沉重都埋在自己的心田。我说我这就是在追求所有宗教里的最终极价值——博爱，牺牲自己却给大家喜悦。
祥子说，看，又一次，小宝把这么俗的东西又说得如此高雅，把自己的价值又一次凸显和肯定。而我又一次笑得无以复加。可能，只有二老板懂得我豪放的笑后面的那种味道，那种西绪弗斯式的困境，那种肯定了一切就是肯定了一切的负面，所以是彻底的悖论般的荒凉。
祥子昨天就跟我聊天到深夜，说自我的开放状态，说要了解自己才能洞察外在，才能自己自在，说到兴头上我觉得自己感动了，因为我们居然能够那么明白对方的语言，你可知道完全明白一个人的话多么可贵，你可知道被误解是多大的痛？我没喝酒却居然癫狂。
祥子和二老板都走了，我工作的文案依旧一点没写。工作有时候就是如此制约人的情绪，我渴望自在些，写写博客，却不得不去查些煤炭煤矿之类的东西，因为记者需要…我不讨厌自己的工作，但是它与自由的冲突却时时让人烦恼。
正发呆时时一个小伙子拿起吉他拨弄起来，我关掉音乐，安静的小树只有轻轻的吉他响，像极了去年冬天。和缓如音晕流水，我放下工作，想着随便吧，我已经陶醉在这种曼妙的时光里，在柔美如斯的琴声里，在安静自在的灯光里，在终于平静下来的癫狂里。
我觉得自己做得最正确的一件事情就是开了菊儿小树，它盛下了我和许多人的不安。下午早些时候有个去年的客人来问好，他说好久没来居然看见我们还坚持挺着觉得我们甚有毅力。按照他的评估，这个店毫无商业意义。我和二老板耸耸肩，置之不理。商业价值之于我们寻求的平静是那么不值一提，菊儿小树“we don’t make money, we make friends”。
7 Sep 2009
作别
阴天，有零星的雨，巷子里独行，也冷也陶醉。
如果我有一把油纸伞，那就像极了丁香一样的姑娘。
“撑着油纸伞，
独自彷徨在，这悠长，
悠长又寂寥的雨巷”
雨巷，是我和小猫在中联部一起租房时喜欢引用的诗词，
那也是雨季，
也总有朦胧的“新月派”诗意，
喜欢隔壁黑黑的陈导演，
喜欢单车冒雨游泳去
小猫却如今已嫁人
看她试着婚纱，
在珠宝闪耀的光里，转个圈，又转个圈
只消她挥挥手，就能消散了天边的云彩
消散了它们的颜色
消散了它们的芬芳
作别吧，
作别丁香一样的姑娘
作别丁香一样的惆怅
作别了，我们的十年
作别了，我们一起燃烧的青春辉煌
（谨以此文献给即将举行结婚典礼的小猫同志；也以此文献给刚刚成为外交人员的小宝同志；作别小宝和小猫一起生活的十年，并展开玫瑰一样的新画卷）
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21 Aug 2009
破屋顶上的猫
夏日将尽，屋顶上的枣都红了半边了，红得像高原上孩子的脸，有麻麻渣渣的痦子一样的点儿。
小宝这个时候爱上了房顶的生活，只要我在屋脊上坐着，它必定也来凑热闹。于是，当我看着它像埃及守护者一样的坐姿和眯起的双眼，我决定把自己这个过去的夏天叫成“破屋顶上的猫”。
我也爱着这个破败的房顶，即便那枣树已经朽了半臂，即便那枣树叶子已经稀稀拉拉像驼背老头子的胡子，即便树的生长把屋顶的防水撑破导致下雨天的汹涌漏水，即便大雨后房顶的积水要一笤帚一笤帚地赶到瓦沟边让它流到胡同里，即便被我锯掉的两丫树枝下满是秋天恶毒的蚊子......
我也爱盘踞在屋脊上，听胡同里自行车的铃铛响，看天边的火烧云从彤红变成玫瑰灰最后终于消散了颜色化在夜幕里。黑白相交的时候会有风吹起，仿佛夹杂着谁给的讯息，让人忍不住伸出双臂去抓。胡同里的大妈们会觉得这个楼顶上的女孩儿抑或神经抑或有失幽雅，在蚊子群里满脸享受......
我曾经拉着星月一起猫起身上房，在月亮下看星星，在微风里数枣儿。她顿时觉得生活可以不必更好，有风有月有自由，别无所求。
是啊，别无所求。不要太完美，美极了会有烦恼出来；不要太如意，太如意了会有不测发生；就是现在，就在这个当下，有个破落的屋顶，就作个破屋顶上的猫，不太好，也不太不好，就算作恰恰好，恰恰是我喜爱的很古典的幽雅。
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28 Jan 2009
米
一直处于魔幻状态的米和一个法国的鼓手在掌灯时分来了，吃过麻辣烫，喝过王老吉，俩人眼神中带着几分扑朔迷离推门进来。我拥抱她，有种久不见见了也似乎没分开过的亲密。法国鼓手似乎来过一次，的确来过一次。从我认识米以来，米已经换了无数届男友，她坦言“the only way helps me to forget one guy is to fuck another guy”。她在神志清晰的时候是一种过于多动和外露的样子，喜欢穿暴露的衣服，喜欢英伦式的颓靡和摇滚。她清晰的时候不在乎任何人的任何眼神，她傲视一切，能给人最彻底的视觉和神经上的冲击。
米今晚想喝些红酒，或许她认为自己淡淡的妆容需要一些绯晕，于是我选了一瓶不错的智利赤霞珠打开。法国鼓手点头称不错。米抱着毛茸茸的Lufino大狼，眼睛瞪得大大，嘴总是抿着，嘴角翘起，那是她典型的用来对付男生的表情--乖乖的，调皮的，等着人来问候的表情。她的声音很撒娇---每个女人都天生知道怎么动用这种声音。有人说女人的感情多数来自听觉，甜言蜜语总能俘获女人心；而男人的荷尔蒙分泌靠视觉，丰乳肥臀或者面容姣好都是男人动情的引子...anyway, 米想要这个法国鼓手，虽然当她沉在和上个男人的情感海洋中时还只认为跟这个鼓手间没有化学成分。事过境迁在米身上实现的总是很快。
一瓶酒过后，米有些高了，声音高，情绪也有些十分的脆弱敏感。她在混合了酒精
后总是这样，不同于清晰时，她开始特别夸大每个人的每句话。米还要金汤力，鼓手似乎却嫌喝得多了，米乘机开始认为鼓手不算是个好朋友。米又问鼓手的前女友怎样怎样，并同时自己给自己兑了两杯。
鼓手喝完这杯要回家，米于是开始哭。我已经习惯了米的多变，她的泪就如这杜松子酒，总是兑着别的东西，不知道原味如何。也许她只有在喝多的时候才清醒，才知道自己其实是痛苦和孤独的...也许这只是她的把戏，想要更多的人去爱抚她，去温暖她似乎很受伤的心。
鼓手真的不忍心走了，鼓手以为自己错了，错不该说前女友的好。米想要一个纯净的鼓手，透明到看不见以前的任何痕迹，可是鼓手对米却只是一个男人对于眼泪的无奈，或者对于柔弱的天然怜爱，或者对为自己掉泪的女人的不舍，舍不得自己引起的这么强烈的戏剧性。我说米从不这样，说米从不喝多，今晚有些过于开心贪杯了，肯定是因为看见了我。米喜欢我这样子捧着她，她说最开始认识我就觉得我说话怪里怪气，怪得挺有原则，所以她常和我说废话。
我们算是废话朋友。我对于她满口性器官的言谈方式不以为然。在我看来，存在就合理，每个人有每个人的生存方式。自己认为合理外人又何从担心呢。我倒是喜欢她不以他人为然的“爱谁谁”那样子。我少了这样的率直，所以我敬佩她的大胆。
哭过闹过哄过，米破涕为笑，不久跟着鼓手推门走了。她的故事在小树之外还更丰富，下次等她独自来的时候，会给我讲她后续的故事。不过，她几乎总是有个男伴想跟着一起来，我等她的故事，要等到花谢鸟归还海枯石头烂了吧..
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21 Jan 2009
生活不要太逍遥
驾着我的破车，车屁股上还有上个月被人顶的两点痕迹，带着牛巴特和天去那个隐藏在北三环外尚未修通公路的破乱平房区的音像店。这店埋在一家服装店里头，蓄意或者偶然，逃过了不少抄查。
牛巴特煞是兴奋，他常去学院外的几家音像店逛，那里没啥来劲的东西，非主流的篇子几乎找不到。于是当树猫提起这家店时，这个嘴巴很甜的瑞典小伙子央求我们一定带他来开开眼界。
只消一刻钟，大家手里就都抓满了东西，从捷克动画集到摄影全接触，记录电影中的性以及让人窒息的“鬼火”，一个个满载而归。出门见日上三竿，不忍辜负满眼的灿烂，便学着凯鲁亚克一路向西。在高架桥上透过一直氤氲在北京上空的薄霭，看西山的起承转折，心情昂昂然，跟着痛仰的CD唱《安阳》唱《西湖》。
牛巴特和天在后座上也打着拍子，并计划着怎么写首Treehouse之歌。牛巴特写过的两首歌都很美。他说那是南欧爵士风格，慢慢的，懒懒的，是有阳光或者没阳光的午后，女人穿着风衣挽着男人的腕，指指点点地议论着河边的面包店或者咖啡厅。来Treehouse的朋友们都被他那首“你看你看面包店”折服过，甚至Amy还决定以此为她五月婚礼的主题曲。
牛巴特聪明细心，有超强的语言和艺术天分，以至于长他三岁的一位中国单身姐姐瞄准了他的精子。姐姐说：如果35岁还没找到我的归宿，请你一定捐你的精子给我，这样我可以拥有一个如你般漂亮而聪明的孩子，生活也便美了。
巴特说不行：首先，孩子成长需要完整的家庭，父亲这么重要的角色怎么能缺席?而既然我这个父亲无法不缺席，我便不能给你这个孩子；其次，你这么好的女子，不要太灰暗，35岁正是好年龄，也许你的王子36来，也许46岁，但是不到你年华散尽就不要停止追寻，等到你真的没了芳菲还没有找到他，你再来找我...
姐姐说巴特的话让她无可辩驳，她认为牛巴特这样好看还好心的男孩子真让人对生活充满信心。我们都同意！
看香山，拜过玉泉塔，羡慕过玉泉山下宫殿般的“御园”别墅，在路上又遇见“红色激情主题”餐厅，恰是午餐好去处。餐厅里放着50年代的拖拉机，墙上画满了文革海报，服务员都将客人称作同志。牛巴特又一次兴奋地合不上嘴，露着他那大小不一的尖牙吃。人家说牙齿尖而不匀的人奸猾。我告诉牛巴特后，他笑得更狠了。他说想买个军大衣，像那些服务员穿的军大衣一样。可巧刚才看见一个军需用品商店，饭后自然少不了回去瞧瞧。
再回城里天已将黑。牛巴特抱着他的军大衣说：“小宝同志，小猫同志，你们是牛巴特名单上本周最好的中国人。恭喜你们！”
Treehouse这天到天黑才开， 生意依旧惨淡，但是二位老板都说生活不用太逍遥，有车有音乐，有朋友有路上的笑，得一天自在便少一天烦恼，钱可以天天挣，逍遥却不可多求。一切随意吧！小宝和小猫终于又一次达成人生的共识。
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31 OCT 2008 at 11:07pm
I am Chinese
Sophie Cao
They have high noses, blue eyes, and light-colored hair, but they speak authentic dialect of North East China. Of all the time, they were drinking, and dreaming of a Chinese woman.
Marrying a Chinese woman will have their offsprings get rid of the face features such as high nose or blue eyes...
They have been living in this village on the China-Russian border, Hongjiang village, for ages since the Russion October Revolution in 1917. During the WW1 and 2, Hongjiang village became a sanctuary for many Russians as well...
The above people I was talking about are Russion immigrants or refugees from through last century. They lived and died in China and already mindly have their root in this nation. In that dirty and poor village, they sweared what the grumpy chinese old men swear; they sing what the grumpy chinese old men sing; they are sometimes nasty just like chinese nasty men...but so far they still have not been authorized by Chinese Government. They are not officially Chinese, either Russian...
During the Chinese Cultural Revolution, some of the Hongjiang Russians and their offspring were suspected of spying, and their village became known as the “Village of Spies”. Wanting to rid themselves of this stigma, the elders advocated marriage only to pure Chinese to mask their Russian appearance. Intermarriages became common and offspring often marry their close relatives, with resulting genetic complications and a confused culture.
Their only aim is to change their racial features to become pure Chinese, become accepted within the Chinese community, and end the suffering …
I Am Chinese is a documentary made by Shen Shaomin, a Chinese artist. His shooting and screening is shocking and sometimes poignant. The scenario of villagers killing the cattles and pigs and geese are so bloody and specific...
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22 OCT 2008 at 9:45am
FOX-Spirit
Sophie Cao
So many emotions were injected into the little word "Huli Jing"that when a Chinese person says someone is Huli Jing, she/he is normally conveying a complex of feelings. literally "Huli Jing" means Fox (huli) Spirit(jing).
If you have already watched that newly released movie Painted Skin, you may have a better understanding to this word. The movie used a very classic chinese ethical idea of relations between man and women. normally the real wife-- the one married a man with a decent wedding ceremoney hence a decent identity is on the side of being backed and supported by most Chinese; the woman comes latter into the husband and wife will be generally biased by the popularity, as may the same as in other countries. Chinese tend to call this latter woman as "Fox Spirit".
The spirit of fox, also called the fox demon, originated in chinese ancient legends which described the fox spirit as no gender, but somehow managed to suck the essence of the sun and the moon, namely the yin and yang from the nature which enabled it to prolong its life and enpowered it to be magic and be able to obtain a human shape. The longer time it soaked in yin-yang, the younger and prettier their human shape will be, the more powerful their magic will get. some fox spirits wanted to shorten their route to the more powerful stage, and they found evil ways to do it, i.e to suck human bejings' essence.
Chinese traditional medicines do consider each human body as an entity of Nature's Essence and this essence is kept inside your body in different ways. Basiclly, male has Yang dominating their Yin and female has their Yin dominating their Yang. According to the five-element knowledge, human's heart liver splin lung and kidney respectively keep the fire wood earth metal water. each element has its own yin and yang too. knowing that, the fox spirits, when they need Yang to generate their own power, will transform themseves into women and try to seduce a man to sleep with to get his Yang Essence. This affair could be sometimes bloody, because a fox demon may eat the man's inside organ to obtain a certain property of Yang. On the other hand, a fox spirit can also become a man seducing a woman and getting her Yin. Since it is always easy for a man-fox-spirit to find a woman thanks to the long-lasting prostitution industry through the world history, tales about woman-fox-spirit seducing men were specially kept by our literature. Huli Jing was than gradually became a word only for discribing female. Literatures had such stories even more dramatic: the fox demon sometimes fell in love with the man and she might become less evil.
The fact is however crule. Spirits are spirits, different from human beings; their stories all end up with bad results, either they were captured by the Heavenly Protectors and forced to change back into a fox, or they realised their crims and committed suisides or willingly sacrificed themselves to save their beloved man... The romance in literature didn't reduce their infamy though.
Chinese woman hate Huli Jing, because they are the victims of Huli Jing and they don't have a counterpart of power to fight with them. Huli Jing is generally not only pretty but also smart, more importantly they dare to take initiative in the relationship with man, they know far more better how to please a man......both mentally and phisically.
to be honest, there seem to be nothing for a normal woman to beat a "fox spirit alike" woman. Man's feeling toward Huli Jing is different. They love Huli Jing, becase of the same reasons. Their only fear is to lose their family or other possesions, but with such risks and combinations of joy and guilty, they may enjoy even more from that underground affairs.
Grantmas and Grantpas, even my mum and dad sometimes call the sexy-dressed attractive hollywood stars or models on fashion magazines' covers as Huli Jing as well, because they are so sexy that they attracted all our man's eyeballs and there are no ways our women can win back our man's hearts. the only word we can say is Huli Jing, coursing that they will end up with no good outcomes...
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10 OCT 2008 at 12:01pm
Cook the coke with ginger?
Sophie Cao
Toward evening, I was sitting at Tree House alone behind the bar. Rained a bit just 10 minutes ago. People were heading home in the evening mist when a woman stepped in. I was happy to finally had a customer after the whole quiet afternoon. She was trembling and saying that she got wet in the rain and she was deadly looking for something hot.
"We have coffee, hot chocolate and hot Tan Orange..." I looked at her, hoping she was fine. She then said :" I don't like either of them, and they are too expensive. Can you give me a coke?"
"A coke? that is not hot drink, and it is 10 Kuai."
"alright just give me a coke please...I know it cost more in a bar...I was looking for a job in this area and couldn't find anything... now I may get a cold... I can't be sick... drink some coke will help a lot" She passed me her hands and said :" can you feel how cold I am?"
Da, her hands were cold and she apparently was looking for some warmth from the drink or from the bartender's heart... A can of coke was passed to her and she then put on the bar one-hundred Kuai. Without even a hesitation I put the one-hundred Kuai in my purse and find 90 RMB to change back to her.
Then began the real story. She said could you please cook the coke for me.
"Cook the coke? You mean to microwave it? I can heat it for you if you like it to be warm."
"No, not in microwave oven. Can you cut some ginger slices and boil the coke with it?"
I know it sounds funny but I heard that one chinese secrect recipe is to use hot coke mixed with ginger to drive away the inside coldness.
"I am sorry that I don't have a pot, neither ginger."
"That is too bad. I though that a bar should have some cooking stuff, otherwise i would have bought it in a grocery where it is even cheaper..." She complained and took the 90 Kuai out of her purse, "can i have my 100 back and sorry that i don't want this coke anymore."
"no no no, no worries. i didn't realise that you want a hot coke. I am sorry."
I do feel bad; there is another bar further in the street offering hot wines, and maybe they have hot coke as well? I was wondering maybe we do need to find a pot for boiling things especially in winter?
I took out of my purse 100 Kuai, which i am not sure if it is the same one as she gave to me at the very begining. She put the 100 in her wallet while I took mine 90 back and simply put them under my laptop which sits on the bar--this is a bad habit of mine. She hesitated a second, looked disappointed, used her fingers to rub her nose for a while, took a napkin up and than said "whatever, I think I still need a hot coke. You cann't put a can of coke in a microwave oven. it will explode... "
"Sure you can not. I will pour the coke into a glass before heat it. No ginger though." Said me.
"Right. use the glass. OK then" Said she and put a 100 note on the bar again, saying "Thank you very much"
I took the 90 Kuai from under the laptop, whilst I felt something not correct. This 100 looked pretty new and was definitely not the one i gave to her. I somehow realised that she was not simply looking for a coke or ginger... lucky that i had a handy testing device which found out that it was really a fake one-hundred.
"this isn't the one i gave to you, can you give mine back?" By now, the 90 Kuai is still on the bar.
"are you sure it is not real? someone cheated on me! oh my god i don't have a job and now a fake money? let me see if i have yours in my purse. i must have put it somewhere else..."
She then lowed down her head pretending to be looking for the money in her bag. right in a sudden, she took all the money on the bar, both fake 100 and real 90, run to the door.
"Catch that woman!" I shouted and tried to rush out of the bar-- the stupid thing is that we designed the bar not in a catching-cheater-friendly-way. anyway I run out of the door without a thinking, chasing desperatly toward the direction she fled away. I didn't even see her back. I was just chasing without any idea what just happened. Some of our neighbours saw my running and yellling, they follwed me to the direction she had gone in " stop her! catch her! " A Long-Haired guy was running with me too...but too late. She was on a bike...I lost her, with my money...
It was not because of the loss of money when I cried and told Dandan and Jie on phone the story. I was shocked and couln't even tell the details then. It is far beyond what I had ever expected.
Today i can go back to my memory and find more details of this happening in yesterday, and bear in mind what a chinese sage ever said "Habour no ill intention against others, but never relax vigilance against evil-doers.