NYC Story Season 2: last stage & he is all yours

还有十天到oral,每天脑子里都有个炸弹倒数计时器,对于他人来说我也整个一个生物炸弹。分秒必争寸秒寸金的时候又被强迫到DC出差,每天早晚听报告,我心里想的是如下事情。

I thought I am a strong person, both physically and mentally. I thought I am independent and am able to take up the pressure. I WAS WRONG. The preparation of oral, a two-hour impromptu essay quiz completely smashed me with the cold fact that I am just a weak, petty cold fish who is needy for others’ supports, comforts and who asks for more than people can give. I am pathetic.

过后的应酬我基本是左耳进右耳出。要不是唐僧在旁,我早就打道回府(昨夜根本没睡好)。唐僧果然是人见人爱,路过人人都认识他都拥抱他都怀念他。唐僧很讲究把我一一顺道介绍。介绍中有一高个子英俊面孔的男子,听力极差的我虽然没听清其大名但是一边握手一边把自己的名字念的很甜很顺口。闲聊起来此人在中国大学用中文教艺术史,眼角又一飘到此人干净的手指,我便眼睛愈发弯弯声调愈发甜腻旁征侧引谈笑打趣好不热闹。正聊到兴头上,突然一只手臂伸进来轻轻挽住,顺着手臂迎上一双温笑的眼睛直盯着我。我眼睛眨都不眨嘴角弯起来,没有错过面对着我的那张英俊面孔上有一丝恼意划过。我笑着三言两语结束谈话,转身小口抿着酒。

呵,以后要看左手的手指啊。

那温笑的眼睛里我被望成祸害女的候选人。说明我还没成黄脸婆,或者那女人太没有安全感。学学人家唐僧的夫人,望向众女人的眼神格外温柔平静,那是女神的信心。

唐僧这样的我都没扑上去,更何况区区一张俊脸。一路读万卷书行万里路下来挖空心思打趣幽默什么的能不会吗,什么时候我只听人说话静静的抿嘴笑了,那人才是我想祸害的。

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About GloriaYuYANG

art historian, writer, a dog person, NYC-resident (not new yorker), a ph.d student of Japanese art and architecture,
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