Sunny Weather | Sunday, July 13, 2019
After hearing Fang Xiānsheng1[xiān sheng] Translates to Mr/sir/gentleman/mister. It is literally translated as “person born before another” or “one who comes before”. Using a sir here sounded too formal, so I stuck with the original, so please keep in mind that this is not a part of Fang’s name. say, “My father’s money belongs to my mother and I have my own money. I wanted to ask you how much more money you need to live with me for a lifetime without getting divorced” I dragged him into the woods.
I felt sorry for God but If I didn’t give him a deep kiss I would not feel right, even though the shame was a bit overwhelming for being in broad daylight.
What should I do? I found that since I met him, I have been led astray by him. Not only have I become extremely unrestrained, but I also don’t like to add punctuation marks when speaking or writing.
Ah, I kind of miss the normal and shy person back then.
I think I might have to go to the priest again to confess.
I still remember when I first met Fang Xiānsheng, I thought I had encountered a pervert.
There were not many people who appreciated ballet in City G, and the theatre was not big, so every performance rarely filled all the seats. I didn’t know exactly since when, but whenever I performed on stage, I started seeing a person wearing a hat and a mask.
He would always sit alone in the corner of the last row of the theatre, surrounded by nothingness, like an isolated island.
I had seen him so many times that I couldn’t help but feel strange. Several times I couldn’t help but want to run over and say to him: “Sir, we still have an empty seat in the front row. Why don’t you sit in front of us? You can’t actually see the performance on stage in this position from the seat you are sitting in.” But I was afraid that doing so would be too rude, so I just kept thinking about it.
Maybe he was a blind man? Just came and listened to the music. I changed my mind to another idea.
But one day, when I was taking off my makeup after dancing, the screenwriter suddenly walked in and said to me with a constipated look on his face:
“Li Sheng, there was a pervert who was watching you through binoculars when you were dancing just now!”
I looked confused and said, “It’s impossible, isn’t it? Our theatre is so small, is there still a need for binoculars to watch me dance?”
The screenwriter said: “Really! I didn’t lie to you, that guy is sitting in the corner of the last row, wearing a hat and mask and holding binoculars in his hand.”
I was really frightened at the time, and I immediately went to the person in charge of the theatre and said, “You can’t just let everyone in like this. Don’t you know there is a pervert who has been here for a long time?!”
The person in charge said: “No, we have someone to keep an eye on every performance, and there are no accidents.”
I said, “That’s the one sitting in the last row watching the show with binoculars!”
The person in charge flipped through the theatre rules and told me with an upright face: “Mr Xiao, there is no rule that the audience cannot use binoculars to watch the show, so your accusation that the gentleman is a pervert is not valid.”
I was a little angry, but there was nothing I could do about it. I signed a five-year contract with the troupe, and I have already gotten the money so I couldn’t stop performing.
Later, every time it was my turn to play, I deliberately glared in the direction of the pervert, which meant to warn him not to mess around.
I thought he would have restrained a bit in this way.
However, when the show ended, a staff member handed me a bouquet of red tulips.
“It’s from the gentleman sitting at the back,” he said.
I thought I definitely had encountered a pervert.
Also, a bit mentally retarded.
Because I have encountered several perverts during my previous performances, faced things such as tracking, peeping, harassing, taking photos, asking for hugs, and other strange things. I have always been very vigilant towards these people. Not only did I carry an alarm with me, but I also had a small Swiss army knife.
But one year has passed, and another year has passed, and the mentally retarded person who I thought was a pervert from the beginning had never done anything out of the ordinary, except for the strange fact that he still liked to watch my performances with binoculars.
In fact, if I ignored this strange behaviour, the fact that he insisted on coming to every performance of mine really touched me. There were several times when due to the weather only a few people came to watch the show and he was among them.
I thought I may have misunderstood him, maybe he simply liked to watch performances with “binoculars”.
I was actually absolutely happy to have such a die-hard fan.
Not to mention he gave me flowers after every show.
Unfortunately, because I am allergic to pollen, every time I received flowers, I would just take a look at them and then pass them on to others.
I didn’t feel much about it at first, but then it happened more often, and I felt a little bit sorry about it. After all, this was something that had others’ intentions. So one day, I stopped him specifically after the performance.
The lights in the theatre were a little dim, and he lowered his head, so I could only see the white mask and the miniature binoculars held in his left hand.
The corner of my mouth twitched and I gave him back the bouquet of flowers I had just received.
“Sir I’m sorry. I’ve always wanted to tell you that I’m a little allergic to flowers, so you’d better not send me flowers in the future. Just come to the show and watch it,” I said.
Originally, I wanted to add, “Besides, the tickets for the ballet are not cheap, and it would be too expensive for you to buy flowers. If you don’t mind, would you like to take a photo with me? Or sign an autograph.” But at this time, the manager happened to call me for something, so I left.
As a result, I received a flower basket at the end of the performance the next day.
It was a plastic one.
I thought what I was dealing with was a retard.
Still, kind of cute.
