you xie shi, ruo bu shuo, hui bu hui cheng wei yong yuan de yi han?
dan shuo le, you hui bu hui cheng wei yong yuan de shang tong?
Chapter 2
A hearty round of applause broke out and the soft sound of notes together with the tong tong tong sound of coins dropping into the round tin filled the air as Wei Lian finished up his last song for the day. He did not have the mood to continue singing today.
The whole afternoon, he has been wondering how Cherie has been progressing with Jason. Did she have a great lunch with him? How did he treat her?…. Too many “did she” and “did he”. Yes, all the questions just stem from his love for Cherie. But the one that Cherie loves is Jason, not him. He has been trying to hold back his feelings for her. He wanted to drop a hint to Jason but Cherie refused to let him do anything. He could only keep mum about both their feelings.
“Encore! Encore!” Suddenly a loud voice amidst the large audience shouted. It is a young female voice. It sounded muffled.
Encore? Who is that person shouting encore? Usually he would oblige. But, he still had to attend another lesson in school and…he is not in a good mood to continue singing now. He shrugged it off without answering and turns around to have a mouthful of water from his large water bottle.
Suddenly, the girl spoke again. “Can you sing “Ai Shi Ni Yan Li De Yi Shou Qing Ge?” Again, the voice sounds muffled. She sounds as if she had just cried.
“Can you?” The girl asked again.
Wei Lian kept mum. Anything but that song. “Sorry, not that song.” He continued packing and turned away from the girl. He felt his guitar case and packed in his guitar.
Seeing him behaving so aloof, the girl raised her voice. “Why are you acting so aloof? Don’t you know it’s rude not to look at people when someone is talking to you? Unless you tell me you are blind.”
Wei Lian slung all his bags and loads his equipment with the help of a café staff who came to help him bring them back to the café. Irritating. “Yes. I can’t see.” He admits readily and feels for his white walking cane in his bag, leaving the girl who challenged him stunned. He unfolds his cane and begins to tap his way out of the dispersing crowd.
Stunned by his blunt yet honest reply, the girl was silent for a moment. But subconsciously, she reached forward and grabbed onto Wei Lian’s bag. “I’m sorry, but can you please sing that song for me? Please?” she pleaded. Wei Lian resisted and kept walking but the girl held on tightly to his bag, restricting his movement.
“I ya. Ok la, I give up. I’ll just sing half the song without the guitar ok? I got to rush for class la.” Wei Lian heaves a sigh, clears his throat and starts singing “Ai shi ni yan li de yi shou qing ge…” The girl closes her eyes to enjoy the song. Memories started flooding back and tears rolled quietly down her cheeks.
He stops abruptly after the first chorus. “Ok, I got to go liao la. Bye.” Before the girl could thank him, Wei Lian’s handphone rang. He answers the phone and walks on, leaving the girl behind in his tracks.
“Hello, it’s me ah.” His heart did a turn. How come Cherie sounds so dejected? “Are you free? Can meet me at the beach house now?” The beach house is located at an isolated part of Changi beach and was discovered by them one day when they were there for a BBQ. It is quite a rundown house but nobody bothered to take it down or refurbish it. They ended up using it as their refuge whenever they felt down. Somehow, being there had a calming effect on them.
“Ok lo. Give me half an hour hor?” He wanted so much to ask Cherie if she is ok, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. He never knew how to express his concern. He found it too troublesome. Or was it just too embarrassing? Or maybe both. He’d rather show his concern through actions than spoken words. And though he is often mistaken as a player, he is certainly not one. Those who are close to him will know that is the way he can communicate.
In less than half an hour, the taxi pulled up at Changi Beach. Wei Lian walked hurriedly towards the direction of the beach house. His heart had a nagging feeling that Cherie was upset about something.
“Hello hello, I’m here”, he announced as he pushed open the creaky wooden door. He could hear small sobs coming from Cherie. He moved towards her and asked in his gentlest tone “I yo, what happened?” His heart quietly ached.
In between sobs, Cherie told Wei Lian what she discovered during lunch. Jason had confessed happily to her after the bill arrived, that the girl whom Cherie had helped him woo is now officially his girlfriend. “I know I should feel happy for him, but I just can’t help feeling sad!”, Cherie wept and put her head on Wei Lian’s shoulder. Not knowing what to do, he put his hand on her head to comfort her. “Hai. Who asked you to help him chase the girl lay?”
“But I..I just can’t help it. How am I supposed to tell him I love him and beg him not to be with other girls? I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.. Wei, Wei Lian..he loves Jessica..I am, I am just a….” Her voice trailed off and her sobs turned into uncontrollable ones. She shifted and buried her whole head into his chest.
Wei Lian knows what she is thinking. Jason will soon break off with the girl because he is a player. Hai! He knows that every relationship of Jason’s, after Jessica, will not last long. But he is not Jason. He cannot guarantee that Jason will not last long with this current girlfriend.
“I yo, don’t cry lay? Wei Lian smoothed her hair gently and muttered softly. He is once again at a loss for words. He knew what he should do to comfort a girl but he just finds it awkward to whisper soft words.
“I’m such a loser, I am such a coward…I don’t even dare to reveal my own feelings…” Cherie’s cries became muffled but Wei Lian could feel the punches that rained on his chest. Those punches contain hints of exasperation that came as a result of her helplessness.
Wei Lian’s arms tightened to hug her closer. He does not want to say anything to comfort her. For, he knows too well that he is also doing the same thing as her. He longed to hug her tightly; to tell her he loves her and not to worry, but he knew he could never do it.
For a moment, Wei Lian thought to himself, “I am doing the same thing, isn’t it? We are just two people who loves someone deeply but do not have the courage to say it out, for fear of being rejected and because we want the person we love to be happy with the person they love. I am not the one she wants. But I just want her to be happy.” With this realization, he smiled and does away with his thoughts. He just needed some time to get over it.
“Ok la. Pain liao la, my chest. So rude one ah you? Keep punching people. How can?! “ Wei Lian tried to ease her crying and save himself from her painful punches. He could do nothing else more.
“Huh?” Cherie looked up at his serious face. She wanted to laugh. God knows that when Wei Lian shows his serious face, he looks like a small child who can’t get a sweet from his teacher upon getting full marks for dictation. Too bad it isn’t Wei Lian whom she loves. She thought. If not, he would make a good partner…
Ha..haha..The deserted and unfurnished beach house was suddenly filled with soft, muffled chuckles. Wei Lian let go of her and tried to stand up. “Laugh what? What is so funny lay?” He felt some dirt on his pants at the knees and brushed it off.
After a few minutes, the laughter is embedded in Wei Lian’s mind. He leaned against the pillar and crossed his arms. He wondered aloud, “Eh, who is the one who cried so hard and made me kneel on the floor with her for half an hour ah? Look at who is laughing now lor? You want to cry or you want to laugh? Make up your mind lay.” He pretended to be serious and flips open the cover of his Braille watch to feel the time.
“Kelvin Tan! You are an idiot! You don’t know how to treat a girl nicely! You always want to treat me like a guy!” Cherie complained, picking up a dirty cushion from the sofa and throwing it in his direction with all her might.
Wei Lian heard the cushion coming in his direction and quickly fended it off. “Eh dirty la this cushion, we haven’t clean up that sofa, don’t anyhow throw can or not?”
“Idiot! Women bully! And that is you! Hmmph!” Another dirty cushion came in his direction. This time, Wei Lian did not successfully fend it off and it hit against his chest. “I ya so dirty, please la you. You can call me anything you want lor, who ask you not to behave like a girl lay? Oei, still anyhow throw ha? Stop la, I yo! Like that call girl meh?” He threw the dusty cushion aside with his free hand and said sarcastically in a silly tone. “I yo, can throw these cushions away a not? The dust is resting on my face already hor. How long has it been since you last cleaned this house ah?” He complained continuously.
“VAINPOT la you!” Cherie rolled her swollen eyes at the guy who has the habit of mumbling his complaints in machine-gun speed. This guy needs to have someone to deflate his ego when it gets too bloated lor! “Like that your future girlfriend can stand you meh?” She mumbled softly casually.
“Eh, I heard you okay. She cannot stand, she can sit what, no chair meh? “ Wei Lian quipped as his finger tips brushed against the freshly repainted wall, playing with the fan switch his fingers rested upon.
dan shuo le, you hui bu hui cheng wei yong yuan de shang tong?
Chapter 2
A hearty round of applause broke out and the soft sound of notes together with the tong tong tong sound of coins dropping into the round tin filled the air as Wei Lian finished up his last song for the day. He did not have the mood to continue singing today.
The whole afternoon, he has been wondering how Cherie has been progressing with Jason. Did she have a great lunch with him? How did he treat her?…. Too many “did she” and “did he”. Yes, all the questions just stem from his love for Cherie. But the one that Cherie loves is Jason, not him. He has been trying to hold back his feelings for her. He wanted to drop a hint to Jason but Cherie refused to let him do anything. He could only keep mum about both their feelings.
“Encore! Encore!” Suddenly a loud voice amidst the large audience shouted. It is a young female voice. It sounded muffled.
Encore? Who is that person shouting encore? Usually he would oblige. But, he still had to attend another lesson in school and…he is not in a good mood to continue singing now. He shrugged it off without answering and turns around to have a mouthful of water from his large water bottle.
Suddenly, the girl spoke again. “Can you sing “Ai Shi Ni Yan Li De Yi Shou Qing Ge?” Again, the voice sounds muffled. She sounds as if she had just cried.
“Can you?” The girl asked again.
Wei Lian kept mum. Anything but that song. “Sorry, not that song.” He continued packing and turned away from the girl. He felt his guitar case and packed in his guitar.
Seeing him behaving so aloof, the girl raised her voice. “Why are you acting so aloof? Don’t you know it’s rude not to look at people when someone is talking to you? Unless you tell me you are blind.”
Wei Lian slung all his bags and loads his equipment with the help of a café staff who came to help him bring them back to the café. Irritating. “Yes. I can’t see.” He admits readily and feels for his white walking cane in his bag, leaving the girl who challenged him stunned. He unfolds his cane and begins to tap his way out of the dispersing crowd.
Stunned by his blunt yet honest reply, the girl was silent for a moment. But subconsciously, she reached forward and grabbed onto Wei Lian’s bag. “I’m sorry, but can you please sing that song for me? Please?” she pleaded. Wei Lian resisted and kept walking but the girl held on tightly to his bag, restricting his movement.
“I ya. Ok la, I give up. I’ll just sing half the song without the guitar ok? I got to rush for class la.” Wei Lian heaves a sigh, clears his throat and starts singing “Ai shi ni yan li de yi shou qing ge…” The girl closes her eyes to enjoy the song. Memories started flooding back and tears rolled quietly down her cheeks.
He stops abruptly after the first chorus. “Ok, I got to go liao la. Bye.” Before the girl could thank him, Wei Lian’s handphone rang. He answers the phone and walks on, leaving the girl behind in his tracks.
“Hello, it’s me ah.” His heart did a turn. How come Cherie sounds so dejected? “Are you free? Can meet me at the beach house now?” The beach house is located at an isolated part of Changi beach and was discovered by them one day when they were there for a BBQ. It is quite a rundown house but nobody bothered to take it down or refurbish it. They ended up using it as their refuge whenever they felt down. Somehow, being there had a calming effect on them.
“Ok lo. Give me half an hour hor?” He wanted so much to ask Cherie if she is ok, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. He never knew how to express his concern. He found it too troublesome. Or was it just too embarrassing? Or maybe both. He’d rather show his concern through actions than spoken words. And though he is often mistaken as a player, he is certainly not one. Those who are close to him will know that is the way he can communicate.
In less than half an hour, the taxi pulled up at Changi Beach. Wei Lian walked hurriedly towards the direction of the beach house. His heart had a nagging feeling that Cherie was upset about something.
“Hello hello, I’m here”, he announced as he pushed open the creaky wooden door. He could hear small sobs coming from Cherie. He moved towards her and asked in his gentlest tone “I yo, what happened?” His heart quietly ached.
In between sobs, Cherie told Wei Lian what she discovered during lunch. Jason had confessed happily to her after the bill arrived, that the girl whom Cherie had helped him woo is now officially his girlfriend. “I know I should feel happy for him, but I just can’t help feeling sad!”, Cherie wept and put her head on Wei Lian’s shoulder. Not knowing what to do, he put his hand on her head to comfort her. “Hai. Who asked you to help him chase the girl lay?”
“But I..I just can’t help it. How am I supposed to tell him I love him and beg him not to be with other girls? I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.. Wei, Wei Lian..he loves Jessica..I am, I am just a….” Her voice trailed off and her sobs turned into uncontrollable ones. She shifted and buried her whole head into his chest.
Wei Lian knows what she is thinking. Jason will soon break off with the girl because he is a player. Hai! He knows that every relationship of Jason’s, after Jessica, will not last long. But he is not Jason. He cannot guarantee that Jason will not last long with this current girlfriend.
“I yo, don’t cry lay? Wei Lian smoothed her hair gently and muttered softly. He is once again at a loss for words. He knew what he should do to comfort a girl but he just finds it awkward to whisper soft words.
“I’m such a loser, I am such a coward…I don’t even dare to reveal my own feelings…” Cherie’s cries became muffled but Wei Lian could feel the punches that rained on his chest. Those punches contain hints of exasperation that came as a result of her helplessness.
Wei Lian’s arms tightened to hug her closer. He does not want to say anything to comfort her. For, he knows too well that he is also doing the same thing as her. He longed to hug her tightly; to tell her he loves her and not to worry, but he knew he could never do it.
For a moment, Wei Lian thought to himself, “I am doing the same thing, isn’t it? We are just two people who loves someone deeply but do not have the courage to say it out, for fear of being rejected and because we want the person we love to be happy with the person they love. I am not the one she wants. But I just want her to be happy.” With this realization, he smiled and does away with his thoughts. He just needed some time to get over it.
“Ok la. Pain liao la, my chest. So rude one ah you? Keep punching people. How can?! “ Wei Lian tried to ease her crying and save himself from her painful punches. He could do nothing else more.
“Huh?” Cherie looked up at his serious face. She wanted to laugh. God knows that when Wei Lian shows his serious face, he looks like a small child who can’t get a sweet from his teacher upon getting full marks for dictation. Too bad it isn’t Wei Lian whom she loves. She thought. If not, he would make a good partner…
Ha..haha..The deserted and unfurnished beach house was suddenly filled with soft, muffled chuckles. Wei Lian let go of her and tried to stand up. “Laugh what? What is so funny lay?” He felt some dirt on his pants at the knees and brushed it off.
After a few minutes, the laughter is embedded in Wei Lian’s mind. He leaned against the pillar and crossed his arms. He wondered aloud, “Eh, who is the one who cried so hard and made me kneel on the floor with her for half an hour ah? Look at who is laughing now lor? You want to cry or you want to laugh? Make up your mind lay.” He pretended to be serious and flips open the cover of his Braille watch to feel the time.
“Kelvin Tan! You are an idiot! You don’t know how to treat a girl nicely! You always want to treat me like a guy!” Cherie complained, picking up a dirty cushion from the sofa and throwing it in his direction with all her might.
Wei Lian heard the cushion coming in his direction and quickly fended it off. “Eh dirty la this cushion, we haven’t clean up that sofa, don’t anyhow throw can or not?”
“Idiot! Women bully! And that is you! Hmmph!” Another dirty cushion came in his direction. This time, Wei Lian did not successfully fend it off and it hit against his chest. “I ya so dirty, please la you. You can call me anything you want lor, who ask you not to behave like a girl lay? Oei, still anyhow throw ha? Stop la, I yo! Like that call girl meh?” He threw the dusty cushion aside with his free hand and said sarcastically in a silly tone. “I yo, can throw these cushions away a not? The dust is resting on my face already hor. How long has it been since you last cleaned this house ah?” He complained continuously.
“VAINPOT la you!” Cherie rolled her swollen eyes at the guy who has the habit of mumbling his complaints in machine-gun speed. This guy needs to have someone to deflate his ego when it gets too bloated lor! “Like that your future girlfriend can stand you meh?” She mumbled softly casually.
“Eh, I heard you okay. She cannot stand, she can sit what, no chair meh? “ Wei Lian quipped as his finger tips brushed against the freshly repainted wall, playing with the fan switch his fingers rested upon.
