Zhang Tai, the one who finally found the rain after a long drought (adult novel about urban life)

Zhang Tai, the one who finally found the rain after a long drought

My name is Tom and I am a social worker. I now live alone in Yau Ma Tei. I divorced my wife six years ago. Although I am only 32 years old, the work I do and the things I have experienced have made me see through the world. I always thought that nothing could surprise me, until something happened two months ago. I was really surprised.

Four years ago, I received a case involving a marginal youth. As it was usually busy near summer vacation, I was assigned to a village in Tin Shui Wai to get to know the client.

After dinner, I came to "Zhang's House". My father was a security guard in Kwai Chung. My mother met Zhang in Shanghai 16 years ago. After they got married and had a child, they were applied to settle in Hong Kong. My daughter was well behaved at first, but later she got acquainted with some gangsters and often hung out on the streets. She dropped out of school and now rarely comes home. Two weeks ago, he was almost formally charged for assaulting someone. His parents were very worried so they sought help from a social worker.

I didn't meet Zhimin during the home visit that night, so I followed Mrs. Zhang's instructions and drove my motorcycle to the place where she often appeared in Tai Po. I happened to arrive at the door of the karaoke bar and saw her arguing with her boyfriend. I lit a cigarette and watched from the side.

"I won't agree to your request. Just give up! We're done!" Zhimin said.

"You eat me, live with me, and use my things. If you want to leave, where can you go?" said the bald tattooed man.

"If you really love me, you won't ask me to go out and have private sex. I'm different from them. I won't be coaxed by you!"

"Gossip! How can it be so cheap? You've been eating and staying here for more than a month. Even if I don't charge you for fun, you still owe me at least 20,000. Pay me back now!"

"Crazy! Everything I say to you is unnecessary!" After saying that, he turned around and left. At this moment, it can be clearly seen that Zhimin is really tall and graceful. She is five feet six, with skin as white as her mother, long black hair, and wears a tight short dress, revealing her long beautiful legs. Zhimin, who is more mature than her actual age, does not look like she is only sixteen years old at all.

At this moment, her boyfriend violently pulled Zhimin, and she said, "Let go! Let go!"

I was about to go forward to help, but unexpectedly, Zhimin took out pepper spray from her handbag and sprayed it on her boyfriend's face. The man was not expecting this and immediately covered his face and wiped his eyes with his hands, and kept shouting, "Help! Come out and help!"

Zhimin immediately ran towards me. I saw two men running out of the karaoke bar, so I immediately jumped on my motorcycle and shouted at her, "Zhimin! Over here!" At first she dodged, but then she ran to me to see what was going on. I said:

"I'm Tom, the social worker. I had an appointment to visit your home tonight!" Zhimin knew that I was telling the truth, so she jumped into my car and put her arm around my waist. I drove away immediately.

Yes, it is very dramatic. It turns out that reality is very similar to the movie. The only difference is that it is impossible to chase someone as fast as a motorcycle by running!

In a blink of an eye, we were back to Tin Shui Wai. After parking the car, I talked to Zhimin in the park to understand her mentality. At first, she was reluctant to reveal anything and only said some polite words that we usually say to social workers. I found that she was very smart and understood what I wanted to hear. If it were another social worker, they would consider it as solving the case when they heard her say that she already knew she was wrong. But maybe I was attracted by her appearance, or maybe it was because I was divorced and had nothing to do at home, so I wanted to know more about this case.

I saw that it was still early and the weather was hot outside, so I took her to a nearby coffee shop to chat. I tried to talk to her as a friend, without saying anything, and she seemed very pleased. The proportion of cases involving sixteen-year-olds is awkward because it is impossible to treat them as minors, but they are usually not mature enough to be treated as adults. However, Zhimin is very mature both in appearance and in thinking, so it is not difficult to treat her as a friend. ． ．

"The reason for the divorce?! I think it's because we were classmates when we met and got married early, but later she worked in a big company where it's colorful and in a different circle, and she soon lost interest in me..." I seldom talk about myself, but I thought of letting her let go of her protective consciousness and talking about my own affairs so that she wouldn't be a stranger to me.

"So...she took the initiative to divorce?!" Zhimin asked while drinking coffee.

"Yes, I couldn't accept it at first and was sad for a while, but when I thought about how we were from two different worlds, I couldn't be happy even if I forced it~" I said with my head down as I recalled the past, and she said sympathetically:

"But if you let go, you'll have a new world, right?" She patted my hand gently. I couldn't help but look at her differently. She was so young but knew how to say that. I thought that maybe she was just like me, too precocious. It's a bad thing to see through life too quickly.

As we talked, our roles switched and she became my listener. Maybe because I didn't know her, I could tell her anything, and before I knew it, I had expressed all the pain that had been hidden in my heart for a long time. She also told me some of her true feelings. It turned out that the boyfriend she met tonight had only been with her for a month. They met at a nightclub. Several of her good friends were working for this man as paid daters. At first he was very generous, often eating, drinking and having fun for free. Later, when she got together with him, she thought he was sincere at first because he never asked for anything, until tonight when he finally asked her to be his private call.

From these we talked about sex. She seemed very familiar with this matter. I asked her if she had taken enough safety measures. She laughed and said that my occupational disease came back again. She said she knew how to protect herself and would use condoms every time. She also didn't give them away casually because if she did, they would become worthless. At this moment I couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or what I wanted to hear.

In the blink of an eye, it was already eleven o'clock. Although I enjoyed this time very much, she was my client after all, and a young girl at that. I couldn't keep it too late, so I sent her home. When we got downstairs, I unconsciously lit a cigarette for her, then took another puff myself. After I lit it for her, she smiled and said:

"You are really different from other social workers~" she said while smoking with skillful gestures.

"Hee~ To be honest, I've never been treated this way before..." I don't feel comfortable saying any more here.

"Case? Client? It doesn't matter. I really am your case..."

"Yes, but you are very different. It seems like you comfort me more than I comfort you!" I said.

"It doesn't matter what you think of me. I don't think of you as my social worker, I think of you as my friend." She put down her cigarette and turned to go upstairs. Suddenly, she turned around and said:

"Thank you for saving me tonight. You are OK. Call me directly next time." Then she gave me her cell phone number and I exchanged mine.

I felt a little confused after she left. Although I was having a sex scene that night, I had a very pleasant time with Zhimin, as if we were on a date. Thinking of this, I hit myself on the head, thinking that my idea was really too much!

Surprisingly, our conversation that night seemed to have some effect on her. When I visited her home again a week later, Mrs. Zhang said that Zhimin had returned to school and seemed to be working harder than before. Zhimin is mature and smart, and there will be no problem if she thinks it through. But just in case there are any changes, I usually follow up for a while longer.

Mrs. Zhang was very hospitable. She always asked me to go over for dinner and we would chat while eating. Every time I saw Zhimin at home, I would usually talk to her parents alone, and then go downstairs with Zhimin to walk around and smoke a cigarette. I learned that Zhimin has distanced herself from her old friends, and those bad guys who were causing trouble no longer show up.

However, I found that Zhimin's attitude towards me had changed. From being blunt and rude when we first met, she became gentle and attentive. Even her dress became more elegant and she always wore floral short skirts and sandals. Of course I knew my intention, but I was afraid that she would misunderstand me, so I had to explain it clearly. However, I was also worried that I would hurt her and make her return to her bad habits.

Since the condition had not worsened, I told Mrs. Zhang that Zhimin was no longer a serious problem and it was time for me to follow up on other cases. I didn't want Zhimin to be disappointed, so for a while after I stopped visiting her, I often texted her and occasionally asked her out for coffee. This method seemed to work. After half a year, they had little contact with each other. It was said that Zhimin had excellent grades, graduated early, and was admitted to the Chinese University of Hong Kong.

The story went on to two months ago. I received a text message from Zhimin saying that Zhang had passed away. I was also surprised. Zhimin told me the time and place of the funeral, so I took the time to go and pay my respects.

When I arrived at the funeral home, I found that not many people were there, but I saw Zhimin coming to greet me. I haven't seen her for four years. Zhimin is no longer a girl, but a real woman. She didn't seem very sad and seemed to be in good spirits. It might be because Zhang Sheng had been bedridden for many years and her passing was a relief for her. Although I know I shouldn't think like this, but at this moment, wearing mourning clothes, the grown-up Zhimin is so beautiful, a great beauty.

When Zhimin took me to see Mrs. Zhang, I was shocked. Mrs. Zhang had lost a lot of weight, more than twice as thin as before. It seemed that she weighed less than 90 pounds! Mrs. Zhang looked very sad, which was really heartbreaking. I thought that this mother who used to be plump and always smiling must have gone through a lot of hardships to become like this.

I had nothing to do that evening, so I stayed a little longer, but there were no guests yet before 10 o'clock. Zhimin said that all the people who were going to come had arrived, and the people from the funeral home said that everyone could leave and come back tomorrow. I had originally planned to say goodbye, but since Zhimin is an only child, I thought it would be better to send them home first, and Zhimin agreed.

It turned out that they had already moved out of Tin Shui Wai. After graduating from university, Zhimin now works in a bank and rented a unit in Mong Kok to live with her mother. When I came upstairs and walked in, I saw some stockings and underwear hanging on the back of the chair. Zhimin was embarrassed and hurriedly put them away. Seeing these things, I couldn't help but imagine what she was wearing. ． ．