Gu Cheng Quotes

a generation: the black night gave me black eyes still I use them to seek the light

The poet is just like the fabled hunter who naps beside a tree, waiting for hares to break their skulls by running headlong into the tree trunk. After waiting for a long time, the poet discovers that he is the hare.

黑夜给了我黑色的眼睛 我却用它寻找光明

Hey." Jiang Cheng rubbed his forehead. "She knows about you, right?" "Yup. Confession. rejection, coming out—all done in one go," said Gu Fei. "That's fucking brutal." "That's why I say it's better to keep your distance from the start. Sure beats rejection.

They're fine on the court, but off it, who knows what they'll do? That's what makes it annoying." "So are you going to play or not?" Jiang Cheng asked. "Now i'm getting annoyed. Try, my ass—if you’re gonna play, play. If not, just fucking forget it." "All right then," Gu Fei said. "If you're in, so am I.

Maybe it's just sheer pettiness, but I want to prove to my m... my adoptive mother," Jiang Cheng said, then frowned—it wasn’t like she would find out—"that I'm not gonna rot in the place she dumped me. I'm gonna go far from here." "Yeah." Gu Fei stretched. "A shithole like this? No one wants to stay here.

Want a cigarette?" Gu Fei asked. Jiang Cheng turned and gave him a look. "Oh, a post-coital smoke?

Aren't you tired of taking pictures?" Jiang Cheng asked. "You've been shooting the whole day." "Not if they're of you," said Gu Fei.

There was no way for Gu Fei to understand how Jiang Cheng felt right now. The air about him was so fundamentally different from the people who grew up here. Gu Fei couldn't begin to imagine how such a person would feel in an environment like this, with a..."father" like that.

Jiang Cheng felt a sudden chill run down his spine. With moves like that, it was entirely plausible that Gu Fei could have killed someone before.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what he wanted out of a fight with Gu Fei—he just wanted to lash out, to tear into someone, to pitch himself forward and break free from the chains on his body that he couldn't see, touch, or understand.

Get inside," Gu Fei glanced at him, then started walking back to the store. "Aren't you cold?" "Who was that?" Jiang Cheng exclaimed, having recovered his wits. "You're just going to leave him there? What if he freezes to death?" "Then I'll just kill you." Gu Fei laughed. "No witnesses that way.

He sounded really pitiful." "You pity everyone," Gu Fei said. Jiang Cheng glanced askance at him. "Mm-hm. You seem rather pitiful to me, too.

You can't even remember people's names," said Gu Fei. "It's not that I can't remember." Jiang Cheng sighed. "I just can't be bothered to remember. My brain isn't a dumpster—I need it to remember useful things." Gu Fei nodded. "You're right. Remembering directions isn't useful at all." "Shut up," said Jiang Cheng.

Screw you." Jiang Cheng said in a stuffy voice. "Mm," Gu Fei answered, still patting him gently. Then he turned his head and planted a kiss on the tip of Jiang Cheng's ear. It was a gesture that surprised even himself—he couldn't justify it.

Jiang Cheng, I notice you and Gu Fei coordinate well in basketball. You must be close off the court too, right?" "...It's just basketball. Anyone who can play knows how to coordinate.

The edges of Jiang Cheng's mental image of Gu Fei suddenly went fuzzy: a guy who carried sweets in his pocket, knew how to knit woolen hats, and committed murder—patricide, no less...

Wang Xu called you fussy." Gu Fei said, watching. "Yeah," said Jiang Cheng. "What, you want to back him up on that?" "I do. You really are difficult. Are you trying to show how strong and independent you are?" Jiang Cheng sighed. With the bottle of rubbing alcohol in his hand, he looked at Gu Fei. “I’m afraid you won’t know how to hold back—that’s how you play basketball.

What do you plan to do from now on?" Gu Fei asked. "I haven't thought about it." Jiang Cheng turned and sneezed, then said between sniffles, "I'm not going back there in any case. I'm nobody's son. From now on, I'm a fucking orphan.