mature woman Sheng Jie

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The mature woman, Sheng Jie—
Poor Xiao Meng finally became my best friend. Perhaps she was thinking: "Finally found someone worth clinging to, getting both money and beauty, what a bargain!" But as the saying goes: men spend their lives hunting for women, and often end up as the prey. I'm not one to abandon someone after the fact, and I helped her a lot later, finally bringing her a long-awaited spring in her acting career.
On Sunday, I went to "Third Pole" to buy some books. As I was browsing, I subconsciously felt someone's gaze sweep over me. I looked up and saw Sheng Jie! Although we hadn't seen each other for almost ten years, I recognized her immediately. She hadn't changed much overall, just a bit older. She's six years older than me, almost forty, and now she has a child with her. I instinctively looked at the child; the child didn't look like me at all, but like Sheng Jie. She smiled at me, a hint of surprise in her eyes, but no resentment. Ten years had passed; it was time for the past to fade away.
"Oh, Comrade Leader, you've come to buy books in person too! I've been watching you for a while."
"Oh my, isn't this Sheng Jie? What a surprise! You're here to buy books too? You still love reading so much." "
It's Sunday, so I brought my child to buy some supplementary textbooks. Kids these days have a much heavier burden than we did back then."
I invited Sheng Jie to sit at "Lotus Pond Moonlight," and she readily agreed, letting her child read and play by themselves.
"Sheng Jie, I should call you Professor Sheng now, you're still so beautiful. I heard you're even supervising graduate students. That's great! Unlike us, wasting our time, gaining weight but not knowledge." Ten years have passed. Although we weren't head over heels in love back then, it was still my first real relationship, and there's still a little sadness.
"You're too kind, Director Yang. You're even on the school's Hall of Fame. Many teachers are proud of you. We're just poor researchers, it's not interesting... How are your parents?" It seems she hasn't forgotten my parents.
"Sheng Jie, you... you seem to be doing well, right? Sigh... some things... I was young and naive in school, please don't take them to heart."
"Director Yang, why are you being so materialistic? Haven't you always lived a carefree life? Why bring up those things? I don't even remember them." Sheng Jie still liked to feign modesty. Ten years had passed, and there was still a bit of awkwardness.
They talked for a long time afterward—family, marriage, children, teachers, old friends—the more they talked, the warmer the atmosphere became. When she heard my story with Jingzhu, Shengjie laughed, "I didn't expect your fine traditions from school to be carried on even more. Old habits die hard. That Ruan Jingzhu must be older than me, right? I always see her on TV playing this mother or that mother, so gentle and virtuous, but I never thought she'd also like dating younger men, and in the end, she even had a 'sister-brother' relationship with you. Interesting. You can't judge a book by its cover. Your parents are really open-minded. If you weren't in this position, those entertainment reporters would be making a huge fuss."
"Old Sheng, don't talk nonsense. She's my wife now. I was the one who initiated it, and she wasn't even willing." Seeing her loosen up, my tone changed.
"Oh, you're quite possessive now, starting to know how to care for someone. Not easy. I've never seen you treat me like this in school." Shengjie pouted and mocked me.
"Old Sheng, it's been so many years, and you still haven't gotten rid of this jealous habit. Actually, I've always been good to you, I just don't know how to express it, it's all kept in my heart. My current ID is 'The Pure Man,' to commemorate our past."
"Keep being so cheeky, your skills in charming women are getting more and more refined. You probably tricked Ruan Jingzhu into this way too, didn't you? With that mouth of yours, I don't know how many innocent women you've ruined." Sheng Jie laughed.
"To be honest, Old Sheng, what does your child have to do with me?" I whispered in her ear.
"What are you talking about? How old are you? You haven't changed your scoundrel habits at all. What does it have to do with you? Don't talk nonsense." Sheng Jie blushed and playfully hit me. I grabbed her hand and said, "Xiao Jie, you're even more alluring than back in school. I really regret breaking up with you; it just shows we weren't meant to be. To be honest, why haven't you thought about me all these years? My mom still mentions you all the time."
"Have you no shame? I hate you too much to even think about you. I want to slap you. You heartless thing, how dare you even mention me. I suffered so much for you back then. My parents, my boss, my friends all tried to persuade me. If it weren't for your sweet words, would I have fallen for your tricks? What's the point of saying these things now?" she said bitterly, a half-smile still on her face. "Take your hand away! My friends and students often come here; it wouldn't be good if they saw us."
"Xiao Jie, I admit I was wrong back then. If you need any help now, just ask. I want to make up for my apology. Please give me a chance, let me feel better. Or I could kowtow to you as an apology."
"Zi Dong, don't be like that. We both have families now. Don't act like children. I'm sorry, I have to go. Let's contact each other another day." We exchanged phone numbers, MSN, blogs, etc.
To be honest, I didn't want to go to a hotel with her in the future. I really don't have those feelings for her anymore, only a sense of familiarity. I just wanted to ease the tension between us over the years in a lighthearted way. I never had a chance to say these things before, but now that I have, I feel much lighter. I won't feel any pressure when we meet again.
That night, I opened my blog and saw Sheng Jie's message in the private messages section:
"Zi Dong, seeing you today was a real surprise and delight! I didn't expect you to still be so witty and humorous, so quick-witted, and even more handsome and good-looking than before."
To be honest, I've never hated you, because I've always considered you a child, and I still do. I'm truly happy for your success. I didn't expect you to write so well. I remember you used to like rock music; do you still like it?
I still have the album you gave me that you recorded yourselves, along with those bootleg CDs, books, and the acoustic guitar you used. I take them out to look at when I have free time, and it's like seeing you when you were young (you're not old now, of course, but I have). Actually, I've seen you a few times over the years, mostly with a group of people, and I haven't had a chance to talk to you. I don't know where to begin, but since we live in the same city, there's no distance between us, and I thought we'd meet someday.
You won't laugh at me, will you? A woman almost forty, a middle-aged woman with a so-called associate professor title, still rambling on like a sentimental little girl. Also, you should be careful; the Chinese officialdom is a deep and murky place. You can't joke around like this all the time. Okay, enough rambling. I wish you all the best. ...Don't forget me.
Looking at Sheng Jie's message, I sighed inwardly, feeling a strange surge of emotion. My heart ached, a bittersweet feeling. Time had changed her, but it hadn't changed me. I wanted to leave a message on her blog, but I also wanted to hear her voice; perhaps she wanted to hear mine too. I dialed the number, and a familiar voice came through: "Zi Dong, is that you? What made you think of calling? Is there something you need?" Her voice held a hint of surprise.
"Xiaojie, I really... I never expected you to care about me so much. I was teasing you so carelessly today, I really shouldn't have. I'm fine, I just wanted to hear your voice... I've never forgotten you either, and I've wanted to see you all these years, but we're both married now, and I don't want to cause any trouble. People tend to get nostalgic as they get older, and lately I keep thinking about people and things from the past, even in my dreams, of course, there are shadows of us there. Let's get together with our teachers and classmates sometime. Although we live in the same city, we rarely see each other. You've been away from school for a long time, do you want to go back and visit? Let's go back together sometime and find some old memories." I
've passed by the school many times over the years, but I've never been back. I wanted to go back, but my hurried steps and complicated emotions kept me at the door. Why bother? Things have changed, people are gone, the flowers are in full bloom, and I'm getting old, leaving only a few traces of melancholy.
"Alright, you set the date. But Zi Dong... I don't mean anything by it, don't misunderstand. I don't want to rekindle our past relationship, nor do I want to be in the entertainment news. You should also be careful; I always hear rumors about this celebrity or that actor having an affair with you. I know it's all gossip, but rumors can spread like wildfire, and that's the worst thing that can happen in officialdom. It's getting late, goodnight."
"Still so gentle and tender, thank you for your concern. I'll be careful, goodnight." This was the perfect time to tease her.
"Stop being so cheeky, stop it, my husband's here, hanging up." Sheng Jie chuckled.

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