Lee was back, alone, I guessed the result. Once a woman didn’t love a man anymore, nothing could change it. Broken heart and trip fatigue made him gaunt, for only a week, I felt I he became older obviously.

I gave a dinner for him, at first he was silent, after two glasses of beer, who knew he cried aloud. I was a little awkward and reminded him of strangers around. He bellowed, “I don’t care.” The restaurant boss came and I knew he was worrying about his business. Yeah, your lost world meant nothing to strangers, other people still carried on their lives. I hurriedly drew him out of the restaurant.

We sat near a small pool, the breeze was really cool, a guy lying on a stone davenport, I admired the guy, really knew how to enjoy life. Lee cried, “how could she treat me like this?” I asked him earnestly, “have you met her?” “Yeah, I met her and wished her happy,” nodded him. I regretted, “when you met her, you behaved so cool and quiet. Now you’re crying your eyes out. If you cry before her, maybe there’ll be a little hope.” Hearing my words, he suddenly stopped crying.

I patted his shoulder and told him I would go to have a nap in my room. I wasn’t accustomed to a guy crying. Suddenly I thought of my notorious cousin, who was very good at using tear offensive on girls. Once during a bustup, when he was only 17 years, his head was broken and didn’t shed a single tear, but he liked to use tears to capture girls’ heart.

Alas, that’s the difference between man and man. Hope Lee would be healed by time soon.