early.”
As usual, the room was in chaos. The dormitory room for six was just big enough for three double bunk beds on each side and a shared multi- purpose desk in the middle. The desk was also used as a communal dining table and now was covered with dirty dishes and leftover food.
“Are you expecting Longfe?” Baiyun asked.
“Not really. I’m just bored. He was here Friday night and left for home on Saturday. Then Liu Ping came over for a while. I kicked him out.”
“Why?”
“He was so boring. I’m just bored. I want to cry, cry really loud.” Yumei’s face lengthened. Her almond eyes brimmed with tears.
“Then go and cry.” Baiyun shrugged. Sometimes Yumei’s theatrics went too far.
“No, I don’t want to. People will think I’m crazy.” Yumei dove back onto her bed and buried her head in the pillow.
“So what? So many people on campus want to cry out loud. If you do it, they will all follow you.”
“Yes, and then I’ll be the toast of the campus.” She jumped up, waving her arms in the air as if she were dancing. “Let’s take a bath. I haven’t taken a bath for a week. I stink.”
“Are you up to it?” She asked
“I feel fine now. Let’s go.” Yumei pulled a suitcase out from under her bed, took out a red sweater and a pair of blue jeans, and put them on. Then she threw her pajamas into the pile of blankets, wrinkled sheets, and dirty clothes on her bed.
Baiyun also took out some clean clothes from the plastic bag she had brought from home. She wrapped them up with a towel, and put them into a washbasin along with soap, shampoo and a comb. Yumei followed suit.
“Let’s go before I become the toast of the campus,” said Yumei while rushing down the stairs, two steps at a time. She is really charged up, Baiyun said to herself. She was always surprised by how fast Yumei’s moods could change.
Although they were both about 5’4”, Baiyun and Yumei were built quite differently. Baiyun had grown up in Beijing and was a typical northerner with darker, rougher skin, a big waist and a plump body. She was actually a beautiful woman with big, dark eyes, thick eyebrows and exceptional red lips. But she often hid behind her glasses because she wanted to keep the boys away so that she could concentrate on her studies. Yumei was from a small town in southern China. She had a dancer’s body with narrow shoulders, small waist and slim body. She had surprisingly large breasts that dominated her figure. Her outgoing personality made her even more beautiful. She was always proud of the interest shown by many of the male students. Study for her was a secondary matter, though she managed to do it well.
The cherry blossoms were out and crocuses were blooming all over the campus. The baths were located near their dormitory, just across a small brick road. The streets were unusually quiet. A mourning atmosphere persisted. Even the sunset looked especially red.
“What did you do during the weekend?” Here came Yumei’s usual question.
“I went to a book discussion and had an ‘intellectual conversation’ with my mother’s boyfriend.”
“Oh, my great intellectual! You mean you spent the whole weekend studying? How boring!”
“Why not? I like it, especially when I’m reading a good book, I don’t need to sleep.”
“Amazing! How is your mother’s new boyfriend?”
“I don’t like him!”
“Why?”
“Because he is such a stupid shit.”
“Woo! Is he younger than your mother? That may explain your jealousy.”
“Ten years younger. Come on, I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the way he looks at me. It’s full of lust.”
“Ha, ha. You should like it when a man thinks you are attractive.”
“I don’t think so, especially when he is a stupid man. Besides, I don’t want to fight a man with Mother. Her life is hard enough.”
“I bet you are still a
As usual, the room was in chaos. The dormitory room for six was just big enough for three double bunk beds on each side and a shared multi- purpose desk in the middle. The desk was also used as a communal dining table and now was covered with dirty dishes and leftover food.
“Are you expecting Longfe?” Baiyun asked.
“Not really. I’m just bored. He was here Friday night and left for home on Saturday. Then Liu Ping came over for a while. I kicked him out.”
“Why?”
“He was so boring. I’m just bored. I want to cry, cry really loud.” Yumei’s face lengthened. Her almond eyes brimmed with tears.
“Then go and cry.” Baiyun shrugged. Sometimes Yumei’s theatrics went too far.
“No, I don’t want to. People will think I’m crazy.” Yumei dove back onto her bed and buried her head in the pillow.
“So what? So many people on campus want to cry out loud. If you do it, they will all follow you.”
“Yes, and then I’ll be the toast of the campus.” She jumped up, waving her arms in the air as if she were dancing. “Let’s take a bath. I haven’t taken a bath for a week. I stink.”
“Are you up to it?” She asked
“I feel fine now. Let’s go.” Yumei pulled a suitcase out from under her bed, took out a red sweater and a pair of blue jeans, and put them on. Then she threw her pajamas into the pile of blankets, wrinkled sheets, and dirty clothes on her bed.
Baiyun also took out some clean clothes from the plastic bag she had brought from home. She wrapped them up with a towel, and put them into a washbasin along with soap, shampoo and a comb. Yumei followed suit.
“Let’s go before I become the toast of the campus,” said Yumei while rushing down the stairs, two steps at a time. She is really charged up, Baiyun said to herself. She was always surprised by how fast Yumei’s moods could change.
Although they were both about 5’4”, Baiyun and Yumei were built quite differently. Baiyun had grown up in Beijing and was a typical northerner with darker, rougher skin, a big waist and a plump body. She was actually a beautiful woman with big, dark eyes, thick eyebrows and exceptional red lips. But she often hid behind her glasses because she wanted to keep the boys away so that she could concentrate on her studies. Yumei was from a small town in southern China. She had a dancer’s body with narrow shoulders, small waist and slim body. She had surprisingly large breasts that dominated her figure. Her outgoing personality made her even more beautiful. She was always proud of the interest shown by many of the male students. Study for her was a secondary matter, though she managed to do it well.
The cherry blossoms were out and crocuses were blooming all over the campus. The baths were located near their dormitory, just across a small brick road. The streets were unusually quiet. A mourning atmosphere persisted. Even the sunset looked especially red.
“What did you do during the weekend?” Here came Yumei’s usual question.
“I went to a book discussion and had an ‘intellectual conversation’ with my mother’s boyfriend.”
“Oh, my great intellectual! You mean you spent the whole weekend studying? How boring!”
“Why not? I like it, especially when I’m reading a good book, I don’t need to sleep.”
“Amazing! How is your mother’s new boyfriend?”
“I don’t like him!”
“Why?”
“Because he is such a stupid shit.”
“Woo! Is he younger than your mother? That may explain your jealousy.”
“Ten years younger. Come on, I’m not jealous. I just don’t like the way he looks at me. It’s full of lust.”
“Ha, ha. You should like it when a man thinks you are attractive.”
“I don’t think so, especially when he is a stupid man. Besides, I don’t want to fight a man with Mother. Her life is hard enough.”
“I bet you are still a
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