Father's Suitcase

　　I met L at the age of 22, when I had just graduated from college and was staying in school as a teacher while writing some interviews for fashion magazines. When my friends introduced him to me, they used the words, "middle-aged talent, foreign investment background, typical Confucian businessman." At that time, I was just a young girl, even the difference between long- and short-acting contraceptives are not clear, naturally can not figure out the meaning behind these words, if put into the present, I will certainly translate the 13 words into a simple sentence: an old man in the United States to do business with the Chinese.

　　But the interview went ahead on time. Women's magazines need men with brains, financial strength and good looks to fill the door, and in women's hearts, it's not just older boys of a similar age who can bring a fling, any man will do.

　　I have to admit that L is still worthy of the name "Confucian businessman", he will write some sour words, but more importantly, he will also regularly post the text on the Internet, attracting a large number of girls to look at. Whenever he returns to China, he regularly meets these young women online, which is something he does outside of business.

　　Later, we talked about the US-China trade to Broadway, from Broadway to the construction of the Beijing theater, and from the construction of the Beijing theater to BBS, and finally, about a series of female Internet friends in his cell phone address book, and about his affair that he was so proud of.

　　L told me the story of a girl the same age as me, in his words: "This is a particularly good-looking and smart girl, and only a smart girl can like me." When I heard him say this, I was drinking a Coke, a mouthful of sweet water swallowed hard, I really do not know what is smart to say about a woman who chooses to be a lover of a married man, at least in terms of emotional intelligence, she is defective. I didn't expect L's next words to surprise me.

　　"Of course she's smart. In a sense, she should thank me. Think about it, she is a virgin in her twenties, always careful, never enjoyed the pleasure of sex. I don't know if she was chaste, or if others were afraid to get their hands on her, but how lucky she was to have met me. I am experienced, so she knew what an orgasm was at the beginning, saving her from the embarrassment and hardship of being with a young boy who was also inexperienced. For her, I was her teacher of sexual enlightenment, the kind that doesn't charge tuition ......" I sat there frozen, imagining that "smart" girl sitting next to us right now. God knows what her face will be, perhaps she is already familiar with this strange theory from her first man? Or maybe she herself agrees with his remarks? The Confucian businessman is a Confucian businessman, even if it is stealing a chicken and a dog, it can be extended by him to make wonderful remarks.

　　Later, I then asked L: "So do you love that girl?" L laughed, and the laughter shot to the roof, almost breaking his perfect image of a Confucian businessman." No, how could it be? I have a home, a wife, a child. How could I love a virgin that young? Little girl, you have to remember that an affair is not love, and it never will be. If I stand in my shoes, then all I can say is that I like her, very, very much." I sighed softly, "Maybe it's not her you like, it's her youth, her body you like." L thought about it and nodded fervently, "Yes, you're as smart as she is." When the words entered my ears, I almost choked on my Coke.

　　Later, I went abroad and returned home, interviewing countless men and women, but I could never forget L. After all, he was the one who gave me my first emotional experience, which opened my eyes. But thank goodness, I have a long list of blockers on my Yahoo! I really haven't seen L. in the past few years, ever again.