at his age now was estimated that right now lian should have already a job, a safe and clean place to be called home or just house, to be in a stable relationship too and making kids before his sperms get their dates expired. however, have a normal and calm life was not part of as the well known "chinese" even if was that he wished for inside his heart and mind, still what people might call bad luck yang lian would just joke about it saying it could might a sign of god saying that in the end he could turn into the biggest hero of the world: clark kent, superman. is was that or he was just really insane with a fucked up mind of always wishing to have a connection with his father to accept to help him with his money problems with a chinese máfia which actual lead into a trap set by his own father to run away and let his only son deal with the selling drugs problem, making him a mafia member so made him learn how to use a gun and fight people which turn out even as skinny as he was in his teenager years he was pretty good at pushing people which made him the fave of the boss of the máfia and he, in the end, got an affair with his girlfriend that was a prostitute but in the end everything turns out just fine and he could go back to busan, except the problem that choosing his problematic father side lead to disappointed his mother and stoping being her son, also made him spend years away from his friends that turn out that his best friend married his probably-the-greatest-love-of-his-life. and that doesn't seem real, but lian would just remember the tragic episodes of his life when he was drunk and still nobody would believe him this way, so it didn't actually matter, especially because now that life was finally becoming monotonous — not quite yet, he was living in his sort of his new girlfriend place they worked together in a club where he would bartender and, well, she was a stripper. nonetheless, working in there was lian childhood dream. still he was not getting his money illegal, at least, not for himself, but with saving his little money from time to time would make him buy the place of his dreams to make a restaurant. it already had been five years he moved to seoul, and he wasn't even that close to having what he wanted but patience was a virtue and lian knew at this point of his life he couldn't get what he wanted right at all but still having the goal in mind made his hard-working self try to find other jobs in the daylight to have more in his bank account thats why he was getting ready to a try an interview in a thailand restaurant, he did not know anything about thai food or culture but he liked the idea of foreign themes in korea like him. as he was trying to find his favorite leather jacket, which couldn’t be considered pointless since the weather wasn’t cold at all but he had a motto on his own that always wear a jacket cause at least whatever you feeling you gonna look cool, his nokia started ringing which was his least favorite sound cause when he didn't find it started being annoying as that little technology thing could be loud, he searched from every place of the corner as he was following the sound just to discover it was in his pocket jacket that was in the chair of the table kitchen. ' huh, look at that.' he giggle a little before picking up the call, he didn't even saw the number of it to see who was it, but at the second he heard a crying voice crack a feeling in his stomach that was weirder then feeling nervous came out. all his body got frozen and his throat did want to say something but he couldn't he was just trying to figure out what was happening. chihye finally called him? yes that was a time after getting in the train that he decided to write to her but that was just because he got to busan pyongho said to him not to become a strange again and he just trying to be a friend and saying how was things going and was not his fault if he was living with chihye and would be out of politeness not to mention write to her too but it was too weird he just did it once. ' so did you finally graduated in college? ' his voice was almost silent but still he wanted to make sure in him to look fine and good and as stupid as chihye remember the “chinese” to be, because he didn't know what was going on in the other line with chihye he just wanted to give her safety somehow. ' you not gonna say anything? okay, i can be the first to say how things are going. i'm hungry.' he hit his head after realizing what he said, when the topic was wu chihye, lian did not know how to hold his mouth in a lot of ways but it was this way since they first met, because of that she could respond of a way making fun of it at least. he now was with a big laugh hearing her he could tell she was whipping her tears, he could also hear a child voice but that could be just hallucination at that moment he didn't knew if that was real. the door of his home also open and it was jankyung his girlfriend and he looked sorter of scared after that moment if chihye could still hear the other woman's voice, still as he learned to lie as he was growing up he didn't flinch a second and getting up of his chair. ' what kind of crappy you saying hyung? i can't with your bullshit i have to go.' he fake laugh, a good fake laugh as he was fitting his jacket into his body with the phone in one of his ears cause he didn't want to hang up on chihye. mouthing that he needs to go and loved her new girlfriend which minutes ago he would say it was true, kissing her briefly before getting out of the place and taking the steps putting his phone again but at that moment the line was over and sadness and regret starting to fulfill lian's mind all over again, and as long he was alive he probably would stop feeling this way remembering chihye existence and the idea that if this phonecall could make him meet her again somewhere to be finally together would be another scenario that would haunt him. still, lian knew that no matter what he would still take chihye with him in at least and his soul thats why he took a long sight to get out of the building and go to his motorcycle to make something out of living and moving on.
