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I lived in the countryside, and my classmate Lian Rong and I were classmates from first grade of elementary school to high school graduation. Back then, there was a slogan: "Elementary school students don't leave the village, junior high students don't leave the village, and high school students don't leave the commune." The school system was ten years: five years of elementary school, two years of junior high, and two years of high school. Our class was what we considered high school graduates in that era. Later, the government stopped recognizing our high school diplomas, classifying everyone as having graduated from junior high.

Lian Rong and I were both members of the school's arts troupe, performing together in the evenings and walking home together, gradually developing feelings for each other. After graduation, we didn't work in the same company, and later we both got married and started our own families, so we lost contact

. A few years later, because of our low educational backgrounds, we both needed to pursue correspondence courses for associate degrees, and by sheer coincidence, we both ended up in the same Chinese correspondence course. By then, we were both married, and although we both had a strange feeling when we met, we managed to control ourselves. It wasn't until our first class reunion that we finally broke through that barrier.

Ten years after graduation, I received a call from an old classmate who wanted to organize a reunion, and I readily agreed.

That year, Lian Rong was already a deputy manager at a large company, while I was still a rural private school teacher.

On the day of the reunion, considering it was our first class reunion, we first held a simple discussion in the school cafeteria, then walked around the campus to see how the school had changed over the past ten years. Afterwards, we chartered a large bus to the city. The classmate who hosted the reunion booked a private room at a hotel, covering all expenses for food, lodging, and entertainment, all paid for by two "wealthy" classmates, so we didn't have to pay a penny. The classmates first checked out their accommodations and then returned to the private room. After the host had everything arranged, he announced that dinner was served.

The meal lasted for more than two hours. Reunited after ten years, both male and female classmates were very excited, drinking baijiu, then red wine, then beer, until everyone was completely drunk. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were making a ruckus... it was quite unruly. Later, seeing this, the host realized that they couldn't drink any more, otherwise everyone would be too drunk, so he announced, "Classmates, lunch is now over. Free time this afternoon. Dinner will start at 7 pm." After that, the classmates went their separate ways.

Lian Rong and I sat at the same table, both of us drinking quite a bit. When the host announced the end of lunch, she gave me a wink. I understood, got up, and followed her out of the private room.

Once outside, she looked at me and said, "Come sit at our company for a while." I nodded without saying a word.

Their company's office building wasn't far from our hotel, about a ten-minute walk. The building wasn't tall, only five stories, and looked somewhat old. We went through the main entrance and went straight up the stairs to the fifth floor. We arrived at a room with a sign that read "Deputy Manager." She took out her key, opened the door, went inside, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Sit down." She then made two cups of tea, placed them on the coffee table, and sat down next to me without saying a word, staring intently at me. After a while, when I started to feel uneasy, she finally said softly, "How are you? Are you alright?" I said, "I'm fine." "And you?" I asked. "I'm not so good," she said. Hearing her words, my heart tightened. "I want to divorce him," she continued. I asked why, and she briefly recounted what had happened in her family over the past few years. Looking at her face, slightly flushed from the alcohol, I gently pulled her into my arms. We sat there in silence for a long time… You can probably guess what happened next, so I won't go into details. Many adult novels vividly describe scenes of men and women having sex.

The moment I inserted my penis into my old classmate Lian Rong's vagina, I was too caught up in the pleasure of sexual urges to think much, only focused on my old classmate, enjoying her moans and the excitement of her hips swaying from side to side as I fucked her. But when I pulled my penis out of Lian Rong's vagina and ejaculated my white semen onto her snow-white buttocks, after that ecstatic feeling subsided, I began to realize what I had done. Doing this kind of thing now might be called an extramarital affair or a one-night stand, but back in the countryside it was called "having an affair"!

I wiped the semen off her buttocks, and we both put our pants back on and snuggled on the sofa. I asked, "Tired?" Lian Rong said, "Not tired." I asked again, "Was it good?" Lian Rong replied, "It feels good." Looking back now, it didn't seem like two mature middle-aged people having an affair; it was more like a young couple in love. Looking at this woman before him, his childhood sweetheart, the woman he should have spent his life with, and recalling what she had told him about her family's troubles over the years, he felt a pang

of sadness. A powerful businesswoman could be so mistreated and tormented by her husband, all for the sake of so-called "face"—it made him sigh at life… Then he thought of himself. Although he was just a rural schoolteacher, earning little, his wife loved him dearly and was always caring and attentive. A sense of guilt welled up within him. Yes, he had cheated on his wife, betrayed her, and done things that hurt her, yet he still felt a tingling sensation whenever he thought about the ecstasy. He wondered why he didn't feel that way when he had sex with his wife now. Was it possible that all men were like this? What is it that after a while, it becomes like touching your own left hand with your right?

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and I continued to comfort her, saying, "Forget it, don't be so hard on yourself. Try to think more positively, think about happy things. Worrying makes women age faster." Hearing my words, a bitter smile appeared on her face. After

chatting for a while, I asked her if she was going to the scenic spot tomorrow, and she said no. Then she asked if I was going, and I said I was taking the first bus home in the morning and wouldn't be going either. Then she said, "I won't see you off at the station tomorrow morning," and I said, "No need, I'll come to see you often."

I checked my watch; it was past six in the afternoon, so we got up and left the office to go back to the hotel for dinner.

Later, according to reliable information from classmates, four people—two male classmates and two female classmates—didn't return to the hotel that night. One couple went to a small inn, probably to avoid gossip in a hotel. The other female classmate lived in the city; her husband was away on a business trip, and her child was in high school and boarding at school, so she took her male classmate home.

For a long time after returning from the class reunion, I couldn't forget Lian Rong, nor the scene of our secret tryst in the office that afternoon. Even when making love with my wife that evening, Lian Rong's image kept flashing through my mind. So, during that period, I would find various excuses to go to the city whenever I had the chance. One time when I visited Lian Rong, she finally told me that she and her husband had divorced. She seemed to be in better spirits than before the divorce. A year after the divorce, Lian Rong started a new family with a teacher from the municipal high school, and I didn't visit her again after that.

Not long after the first class reunion, I received a call from a classmate who was organizing a trip to a scenic spot in the province, a small gathering, and asked if I wanted to go. I said yes.

This activity was on a pay-your-own-way basis, and not many people participated. After meeting in the city, we had a brief meeting and then took a minibus straight to our destination.

For some reason, Lian Rong didn't participate in this activity. Sitting next to me on the bus was a female classmate named Wu Kun. She was assigned to our school and our class the year she was about to graduate from middle school because her family moved. I still remember her: tall and slender, with two small braids of jet-black hair, and dimples on her cheeks when she smiled. She attracted the attention of many boys on her first day in class. Time flies, and now, sitting beside me, she remains beautiful despite being middle-aged, possessing a mature charm. Even back in school, she was cheerful, outgoing, and very talkative, and years later, she hasn't changed, chattering on and on.

Well, it's good; listening to her ramblings, I learned about her life experiences from middle school graduation to now.

She's very capable, and her experiences are quite rich. After graduating from middle school, she worked odd jobs, sold fruit, did wholesale clothing, and even co-founded a company… Later, she opened a hotel in the city—the current "Ke Lai Man Inn" in the bustling downtown area—which brought her stability, and she's been running it ever since, with business doing quite well.

Sitting in the car, she was wearing a short skirt and I was wearing shorts. Our legs often brushed against each other as the car swayed. Coupled with the faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, I felt a little distracted, and I kept glancing at her chest and thighs out of the corner of my eye. She, however, seemed unconcerned and continued her endless chatter. When she mentioned that she was still unmarried, I was somewhat surprised and interrupted, asking, "Why?" "No reason. Do I have to get married?" she replied, her tone both questioning and resolute. I didn't say anything more, listening to her continue. "In this life, instead of worrying, find joy; don't complain about the cold in winter or the heat in summer, if you have money, don't pretend to be poor, if you don't have money, don't flaunt it, take care of your health in your spare time, find joy every day, taste all the bitterness, spiciness, sourness, and sweetness, then you haven't lived in vain. Rest more, don't overwork yourself, eat on time and sleep on time; get together with friends when you have time, have both sobriety and intoxication; earn money and spend it wisely, life will be happy and flavorful! Don't always be hard on yourself, what's wrong with living a little more freely?" I was completely dumbfounded. I'd heard of single people, but never met one. I didn't know where she'd heard these strange theories,

and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After the three-day event, I missed my train home that day and stayed overnight at her hotel. It was this one night that fundamentally changed our relationship. That night, she told me many of her private stories, and I was deeply moved. Actually, she wasn't as carefree as she seemed; she was very deep inside and had a strong sense of principles.

The next morning, when I got up, she was still fast asleep. After washing up, I left a note on the coffee table and left the hotel. That evening after I got home, I received a text message from her. It read, "Don't forget me," followed by an exclamation mark.

Not long ago, some classmates called me about a reunion in Beijing, but I didn't attend.

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