Scenario:因為客戶是湖南人,我和助理才久違地來到一家湖南餐館。
「孤先生!咱們下班時分就先不要談工作,看我已經點了一桌子的菜,先吃唄。」
助理看著一桌子紅色的菜,拉拉我的衣服,輕聲說:「哥,我上周胃部手術還沒恢復,真的不能吃這麼辣。而你,我卻從來沒見你吃過辣,估計你也不行吧!我看張總這是有意刁難......」
「沒關係,你的份我也幫你一併吃就可以了,合作機會可不能在我們手中泡湯......」我坐下來,夾起一片炒辣肉。肉一進口,那辣味可真不是開玩笑。這菜色,還有這種嗆喉的刺激,都讓我想起她......
我和雪是在大學的宿舍裡認識的。她學的是產品設計,對數理不太有概念。一天,我到公共廚房區域要接水,聽到她和同學在討論專案:「不如就設計一款煮食爐,既可以當煤氣爐,又可以當電磁爐......」
「不好意思就插一下話,我是學理工的,你們說的應該行不通......」我就這樣從電磁爐的運作原理開始講述,開始了第一次的對話。
之後,我們在通訊軟體中加了好友,開始多了聯繫。起初是解答一些類似於產品如何運作的問題,後來就慢慢也多聊了日常。偶而在飯點時碰頭遇上,也會一起吃個飯。她來自湖南,一個吃辣狂的家鄉。最喜歡的事就是和朋友一起吃辣,討論辣度到底夠不夠勁!她其中一句令我無言的口頭禪,就是「這個辣,太舒服了!」。那時候的我真的不能吃辣,所以完全沒辦法把「辣」和「舒服」聯繫在一起,不過她那爽朗大方的性格確實給我留下了深刻的印象。
一天,我們如常在通訊軟體中聊日常瑣事,她好奇為什麼我到現在還是母胎單身。我帶點自嘲的說「理工男太悶了,不太可能有人愛。加上我不太會交朋友。」她突然說:
「沒有呀!我就喜歡你!我們可以交往呀!」
我拿著手機呆在原地⋯
正想捏一下自己臉蛋看是否作夢時,宿舍的門鈴響了!
我一開門,還來不及確認那是誰,雪就向我親過來了!從那天起,我們就走到一起了。
我們都不是喜歡放閃的人,所以幾乎沒有把合照等東西放到網絡上去炫耀。然而,我們卻常常在一起上課,互相列席對方的課堂,連課餘的時間也常常在一起。
有一次,我們去校園咖啡店看書。我看到她在看一本關於湖南本地文化的書,便主動問她湖南的風土人情。她滔滔不絕地給我講起湖南人的性格和生活,尤其著重描述了吃辣文化。我瞭解到,在湖南吃辣就像呼吸空氣一樣必不可少,湖南人可以為了一碗好辣而大老遠跑來排隊。
聽完後,我主動提出也想試著學吃辣,以免將來見家長時會遭受來自她爸媽或親友的挑戰。雪開心又害羞地笑了。「我才沒說過要嫁給你!」雖然她嘴上這樣說著,眼裡卻一直閃爍著喜悅的光。
從那之後,我便開始努力適應辣味食物,就從最日常的炒辣肉開始練。起初,我吃起來辣得臉通紅、汗流浹背、眼淚直流。但我咬緊牙關堅持下去,因為我想融入雪的世界。漸漸地,我也開始欣賞辣椒的芳香與味道。我們形影不離,就像童話故事中註定在一起的一對兒。每次和雪一起吃辣,看她眉開眼笑的模樣,我都感到無比的幸福和滿足。
然而好景不長,就在我們交往快一年,大家因畢業要辦理退宿的那天,雪突然主動提出了分手,又在所有的社交軟體上把我拉黑。我完全不明白發生了什麼,心情從天堂跌下地獄。我連一個理由也得不著,就這樣心有不甘的結束了我的初戀。
幾個月後,我發現有一次雪借我的平板登錄社交帳戶後忘記登出。我進去一看,她把帳戶裡與我有關的相片和貼文都刪掉了。我把分手後她發的貼文逐一去看,我發現有一個男生很積極地在她的貼文下按讚留言,最早的痕跡是從我們分手前半年。
我點擊那男生的帳戶,裡面的置頂貼文是一張合照,雪跟他親嘴,時間是分手前三個月。
原來她已經背著我和別的男生在一起。我登出了她的帳戶,感到既傷心又憤怒,明明我們的關係一直那麼好,她怎麼可以背叛我呢?
正在我以為這樣子已經是痛苦到無法承受的時候,宿舍的朋友約我隔天回去,但就是不願講原因。當我正在等待友人時,一個男的不知從哪突然衝出,一手抓住我的領口,氣沖沖的說:
「你小子就是那個與雪在一起,叫孤的傢伙吧!竟敢給我帶綠帽子!」
「你這神經病是誰呀!我才是被帶綠帽子的那個好吧!」
明顯我倆都沒想過事情的真相竟然是這樣。他是雪從高中開始交往的男友。跟我一樣。雪在幾個月前突然斷了所有能被他聯繫上的途徑,他也被雪拋棄了。
原來我才是那個被雪隱藏的第三者,可能是報應吧,現在就有第四者出現把雪帶走了。他本來是對我充滿怒火,但現在看到我也是被欺騙的一方,態度就軟化了下來,沒有再說甚麼就緩緩從我眼前離開了。
之後的日子⋯⋯ 我食不知味,夜不能寐。每每想起和雪在一起的點點滴滴,我只覺得心如刀絞,痛徹心扉。我再也吃不下任何辣的食物,因為那會勾起我和她的回憶,我已無法承受這劇烈的辣意。我感到自己就像燃盡了的灰燼,再也燃不起愛的火花。
結帳離開餐館時,助理難掩心中的興奮。「哥,你真牛!竟能把整桌的菜都清了!把張總逗得這麼開心,合同他看也不看就簽了……唉? 哥!你怎麼眼泛淚光呢?怎麼了?」
我只搖頭說:「沒事!只是肉太辣而己!回家吧,明天公司見。」
眼著助理歸家的背影,我勉强笑笑,眼淚再也忍不住。辣椒的味道勾起了我最痛的往事,我知道我還無法真正放下她⋯⋯
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因為客戶是湖南人,我和助理才久違地來到一家湖南餐館。
「孤先生!咱們下班時分就先不要談工作,看我已經點了一桌子的菜,先吃唄。」
助理看著一桌子紅色的菜,拉拉我的衣服,輕聲說:「哥,我上周胃部手術還沒恢復,真的不能吃這麼辣。而你,我卻從來沒見你吃過辣,估計你也不行吧!我看張總這是有意刁難......」
「沒關係,你的份我也幫你一併吃就可以了,合作機會可不能在我們手中泡湯......」我坐下來,夾起一片炒辣肉。肉一進口,那辣味可真不是開玩笑。這菜色,還有這種嗆喉的刺激,都讓我想起她......
我和雪是在大學的宿舍裡認識的。她學的是產品設計,對數理不太有概念。一天,我到公共廚房區域要接水,聽到她和同學在討論專案:「不如就設計一款煮食爐,既可以當煤氣爐,又可以當電磁爐......」
「不好意思就插一下話,我是學理工的,你們說的應該行不通......」我就這樣從電磁爐的運作原理開始講述,開始了第一次的對話。
之後,我們在通訊軟體中加了好友,開始多了聯繫。起初是解答一些類似於產品如何運作的問題,後來就慢慢也多聊了日常。偶而在飯點時碰頭遇上,也會一起吃個飯。她來自湖南,一個吃辣狂的家鄉。最喜歡的事就是和朋友一起吃辣,討論辣度到底夠不夠勁!她其中一句令我無言的口頭禪,就是「這個辣,太舒服了!」。那時候的我真的不能吃辣,所以完全沒辦法把「辣」和「舒服」聯繫在一起,不過她那爽朗大方的性格確實給我留下了深刻的印象。
一天,我們如常在通訊軟體中聊日常瑣事,她好奇為什麼我到現在還是母胎單身。我帶點自嘲的說「理工男太悶了,不太可能有人愛。加上我不太會交朋友。」她突然說:
「沒有呀!我就喜歡你!我們可以交往呀!」
我拿著手機呆在原地⋯
正想捏一下自己臉蛋看是否作夢時,宿舍的門鈴響了!
我一開門,還來不及確認那是誰,雪就向我親過來了!從那天起,我們就走到一起了。
我們都不是喜歡放閃的人,所以幾乎沒有把合照等東西放到網絡上去炫耀。然而,我們卻常常在一起上課,互相列席對方的課堂,連課餘的時間也常常在一起。
有一次,我們去校園咖啡店看書。我看到她在看一本關於湖南本地文化的書,便主動問她湖南的風土人情。她滔滔不絕地給我講起湖南人的性格和生活,尤其著重描述了吃辣文化。我瞭解到,在湖南吃辣就像呼吸空氣一樣必不可少,湖南人可以為了一碗好辣而大老遠跑來排隊。
聽完後,我主動提出也想試著學吃辣,以免將來見家長時會遭受來自她爸媽或親友的挑戰。雪開心又害羞地笑了。「我才沒說過要嫁給你!」雖然她嘴上這樣說著,眼裡卻一直閃爍著喜悅的光。
從那之後,我便開始努力適應辣味食物,就從最日常的炒辣肉開始練。起初,我吃起來辣得臉通紅、汗流浹背、眼淚直流。但我咬緊牙關堅持下去,因為我想融入雪的世界。漸漸地,我也開始欣賞辣椒的芳香與味道。我們形影不離,就像童話故事中註定在一起的一對兒。每次和雪一起吃辣,看她眉開眼笑的模樣,我都感到無比的幸福和滿足。
然而好景不長,就在我們交往快一年,大家因畢業要辦理退宿的那天,雪突然主動提出了分手,又在所有的社交軟體上把我拉黑。我完全不明白發生了什麼,心情從天堂跌下地獄。我連一個理由也得不著,就這樣心有不甘的結束了我的初戀。
幾個月後,我發現有一次雪借我的平板登錄社交帳戶後忘記登出。我進去一看,她把帳戶裡與我有關的相片和貼文都刪掉了。我把分手後她發的貼文逐一去看,我發現有一個男生很積極地在她的貼文下按讚留言,最早的痕跡是從我們分手前半年。
我點擊那男生的帳戶,裡面的置頂貼文是一張合照,雪跟他親嘴,時間是分手前三個月。
原來她已經背著我和別的男生在一起。我登出了她的帳戶,感到既傷心又憤怒,明明我們的關係一直那麼好,她怎麼可以背叛我呢?
正在我以為這樣子已經是痛苦到無法承受的時候,宿舍的朋友約我隔天回去,但就是不願講原因。當我正在等待友人時,一個男的不知從哪突然衝出,一手抓住我的領口,氣沖沖的說:
「你小子就是那個與雪在一起,叫孤的傢伙吧!竟敢給我帶綠帽子!」
「你這神經病是誰呀!我才是被帶綠帽子的那個好吧!」
明顯我倆都沒想過事情的真相竟然是這樣。他是雪從高中開始交往的男友。跟我一樣。雪在幾個月前突然斷了所有能被他聯繫上的途徑,他也被雪拋棄了。
原來我才是那個被雪隱藏的第三者,可能是報應吧,現在就有第四者出現把雪帶走了。他本來是對我充滿怒火,但現在看到我也是被欺騙的一方,態度就軟化了下來,沒有再說甚麼就緩緩從我眼前離開了。
之後的日子⋯⋯ 我食不知味,夜不能寐。每每想起和雪在一起的點點滴滴,我只覺得心如刀絞,痛徹心扉。我再也吃不下任何辣的食物,因為那會勾起我和她的回憶,我已無法承受這劇烈的辣意。我感到自己就像燃盡了的灰燼,再也燃不起愛的火花。
結帳離開餐館時,助理難掩心中的興奮。「哥,你真牛!竟能把整桌的菜都清了!把張總逗得這麼開心,合同他看也不看就簽了……唉? 哥!你怎麼眼泛淚光呢?怎麼了?」
我只搖頭說:「沒事!只是肉太辣而己!回家吧,明天公司見。」
眼著助理歸家的背影,我勉强笑笑,眼淚再也忍不住。辣椒的味道勾起了我最痛的往事,我知道我還無法真正放下她⋯⋯
Wu Gu
and adaptable. He met his girlfriend Xue in their university dorm, bonding over shared study sessions and lunch. They had a happy, albeit secretive, relationship with Xue's family in Hunan not knowing about their relationship. After graduation, Wu was unexpectedly dumped by Xue, who revealed she had another boyfriend from high school. Overwhelmed by betrayal, Wu struggled with heartbreak and loss.
Assistant
and supportive. The Assistant often accompanied Wu to meetings and errands, offering to help and provide comic relief. He was present during Wu's critical moments, such as when he discovered Xue's betrayal. Although he didn’t fully understand the complexities of Wu’s relationship with Xue, he stood by Wu, offering a supportive ear and lighthearted distractions to ease Wu’s stress.
Past High School Boyfriend
and loyal. His longstanding relationship with Xue was rekindled when they ran into each other after graduation. When he discovered Xue’s current situation with Wu Gu, his emotions were fueled by a desire to protect his former love. His unexpected appearance in the story introduced conflict and exposed hidden aspects of Xue’s life.
Because the client was from Hunan, my assistant and I ventured back into a Hunan restaurant after a long time.
"Mr. Gu! Let's not talk about work during our off-hours. Look at all the dishes I've ordered; let's eat first!"
The assistant gazed at the table full of red dishes, tugged at my sleeve, and whispered, "Bro, I still haven't recovered from my stomach surgery last week. I really can't handle this much spice. And you, I've never seen you eat anything spicy, so you probably can't handle it either! I think Zhang is deliberately making things difficult for us..."
I picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
"It's fine; I'll help you finish your share. We can't let this opportunity for collaboration slip away..."
I had just put a piece of stir-fried spicy meat in my mouth.
The moment the meat touched my tongue, the heat was no joke.
The color of the dishes, as well as the choking spiciness, reminded me of her...
I met Xue in the dormitory of our university.
She was studying product design and didn't quite grasp mathematical concepts.
One day, while I was at the communal kitchen filling up water, I overheard her discussing a project with classmates: "How about designing a cooking stove that can serve both as a gas stove and an induction cooker..."
I reached for another piece of spicy meat, letting out a small chuckle.
The steam from the dish fanned up, fogging my glasses.
I brought the chopsticks to my mouth and took a bite.
Zhang noticed that I was amused and asked, "What's so funny?"
I shook my head and said, "It's an old engineering joke."
I discreetly wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve.
The spiciness intensified with each bite, but I maintained my composure, methodically working through the dish.
My assistant watched with concern as I alternated between bites of meat and sips of water.
The burning sensation reminded me of those study sessions with Xue, when I'd try to explain basic physics between mouthfuls of the spicy snacks she always brought.
"Mr. Gu, you never told me you had a thing for spicy food," Zhang remarked with a sly grin.
I smiled back, the heat still tingling on my lips, and replied, "It's not the spice I have a thing for; it's the memories it brings back."
Zhang leaned in closer, curiosity piqued, "Memories worth enduring this fiery ordeal for?"
Zhang leaned forward, his eyes bright with curiosity as he refilled my glass.
The restaurant's dim lighting cast long shadows across our table, still laden with half-empty plates of spicy dishes.
My assistant shifted uncomfortably, sensing the change in atmosphere.
I stared at the remaining bits of chili-covered meat, using my chopsticks to push them around the plate.
The familiar burning sensation on my tongue reminded me of those late-night study sessions with Xue, her laughter echoing in my mind as she'd tease me about my weak spice tolerance.
My chest tightened as I realized I was about to share something deeply personal with these business associates.
As I forced down another bite of the spicy pork, a middle-aged man at the adjacent table caught my attention.
He was wearing a worn leather jacket and kept glancing our way while Zhang discussed the contract terms.
The man's intense stare made me uncomfortable, especially when he leaned closer to eavesdrop on our conversation about Hunan cuisine.
Just as I was about to signal the waiter for our check, the man suddenly turned his chair toward our table.
"I couldn't help but overhear," he said in a thick Hunan accent.
"You're looking for Xue?"
His words froze me mid-bite.
I set down my chopsticks and turned to face him, the spiciness still burning my throat.
The restaurant's chatter faded into the background as he pulled his chair closer to our table, uninvited.
Zhang and my assistant exchanged confused glances.
The man's eyes locked onto mine, his expression serious.
"I'm her uncle," he stated flatly, "from her mother's side."
My hands began to tremble slightly as I gripped the edge of the table.
"How do you know Xue?" he asked, his voice firm but curious.
I hesitated for a moment before responding, "We were classmates in college. We lost touch after graduation."
The man nodded thoughtfully, his gaze unwavering.
"I recognized you from an old photo in Xue's family album," he explained.
"It was taken during a college reunion. You're the only one who hasn't changed much."
He paused, taking a sip of his tea before continuing.
"I've been trying to find Xue for months. Her parents haven't heard from her since she suddenly moved abroad with her new husband." My grip on the water glass tightened as I processed this revelation.
I had never known Xue had moved abroad or gotten married.
After mentioning Xue's marriage and departure, her uncle took a sip of his tea.
I leaned forward, my voice steady as I asked, "When did she leave the country?"
He dabbed his mouth with a napkin before responding, "About six months ago. She called her parents in a rush, saying she was getting married to a tech entrepreneur. They didn't even get to attend the wedding."
My hands trembled slightly as I processed this timeline.
Exactly six months ago was when Xue had stopped responding to my occasional work emails.
The ones I'd sent just to check in on her life.
The ones I'd hoped would reignite our connection.
The uncle pulled out his phone and showed me a wedding photo.
Xue was dressed in a traditional white wedding gown, standing beside a tall man who looked familiar.
I realized it was her high school boyfriend, the one who had left for college in another city.
The same one who had been absent during our college years.
Zhang and my assistant exchanged concerned glances, sensing the tension at the table.