Chengdu Story

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Sometimes I feel heartless. My first love and I had a complicated relationship, entangled for years, and I still can't remember what her face looked like, only her breasts. I often put my hands in her bosom, and it felt like spring. Back then, I'd ride my motorcycle with her on the back, slamming on the brakes until they were practically smoking. Every time I braked, her two round, full breasts would press tightly against my back and rub against me. She liked to wear thin, wire-free bras with a front clasp, so fleshy and voluptuous. So, I loved to stomp on the gas and brake repeatedly, and those two elastic, fleshy breasts would roll back and forth on my back, like a massage, it felt amazing. My first love would then pound my back, like a back massage.

My first love was good at setting the pace and creating atmosphere. Every move she made, every word she said, was centered around making you unable to leave her. Her eyes were only on you, and the content of her conversations revolved around each other. For example, on the bus, she'd let you smell her scent and ask if you smelled good. She'd ask if you liked the shape of her nails, then compare them to yours, and secretly tickle your palm. She'd completely control and hold your gaze and attention. She'd tell you she hadn't showered that morning and you licked her, leaving her clothes smelling like you. She'd call you at work, panting, saying she was constipated and asking you to help her. She'd tell you she missed you so much that she'd changed panty liners twice and accidentally wet her underwear.

I remember her telling me, "Give me 200,000 yuan as a dowry, and I'll marry you." Back then, I didn't have 200,000 yuan, not even 20,000. Later, when I finally had 200,000 yuan, I told her on QQ, "I have 200,000 yuan now, will you marry me?" Her QQ lit up and then went dark. I knew she was still online. How could she possibly marry me? She already had a child several years old.

I simply cannot believe that my once vibrant and passionate first love has turned out like this. It's truly despairing. I wish she could remain forever the way I remember her. Memories are always unforgettable, and beauty fades so quickly. Friends, indulge in pleasure while you can, don't waste time, for beauty is fleeting, and youth is wasted in vain regret!

I no longer believe life can be beautiful. From now on, I gaze into the abyss, and the abyss gazes back at me. This is my second failed marriage. Looking back on my first marriage, I was so young then, and I truly regret it.

Back then, after I published a novel for my first love, the editor who helped me publish it became a good friend. With his help, I entered the literary circle in Chengdu, and my work mainly involved publishing novels. I met many female hooligans in the literary world.

One day, while my ex-wife and I were passionately making love in bed, I received a call from a female author. She said she was pregnant and had no one to take responsibility, so she asked me for help. Damn it, it was the middle of the night! My ex-wife, enraged, kicked me off the bed without hesitation. But I'm so wronged, because I'm innocent.

A young woman with high emotional intelligence can make up stories; her potential is limitless. Let's call this author Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi is pregnant, but it wasn't me. Our relationship is completely innocent. She was desperate and called me in the middle of the night for help.

She had submitted a novel to me, and we'd had a few meals together. The manuscript was published in Taiwan, and the royalties were settled. So I never expected her to contact me, especially for something like this.

She's a real estate tycoon now, not a tycoon's wife.

The next day, my ex-wife forced me to deliver 1,000 yuan to Xiao Qi. On the way, my ex-wife's face was terribly dark, and to make matters worse, she got on the wrong bus. It was a very complicated journey. In the sweltering heat, before we even had a car, we took several buses and transferred several times before finally getting her there. When we met, my ex-wife kept staring at our expressions, trying to figure out if we were having an affair.

It turned out Xiao Qi had gone to a private hospital—the kind that hands out flyers everywhere advertising painless abortions where you can leave immediately after the procedure. Then I was swindled out of all my money for physical therapy, spending over ten thousand yuan of my savings, and before we even got to the topic of an abortion.

By the way, Xiao Qi still hasn't paid me back that thousand yuan. Last time I visited her city, she booked me a room at the best hotel by the river. I said, "Xiao Qi, you son of a bitch, you're so rich now, how many gigolos are you keeping?" Xiao Qi replied, "Support your mother! Because of that, I'm never paying you back that thousand, you son of a bitch."

At the time, Xiao Qi took the money and had the surgery at the public hospital I recommended, which only cost a little over four hundred yuan. Then she left Chengdu heartbroken. After that, her QQ account never lit up again. I hate Xiao Qi, I hate her so much. Sometimes I even think, I didn't do anything wrong, Xiao Qi didn't do anything wrong, why did it turn out like this? Because of Xiao Qi, I left the literary circle in Chengdu.

Kicked off the bed by my ex-wife, I sat on the edge of the bed thinking. Being interrupted halfway through something like this, and then kicked off the bed—it's truly a tragedy of life. Have any of you ever tried Sichuan-style Xinjiang-style big plate chicken? It's sweet and spicy, which is exactly how I felt about my ex-wife. She was a typical Chengdu girl. I married her on a whim because she was a good user experience. Also, being with her was comfortable and enjoyable, both reserved and a little sassy.

So, the Xiao 7 incident was one of the reasons I left the literary world, a big reason, I guess.

My ex-wife said to me, "Look at the kind of people you hang out with. They get STDs and need money, so they borrow from you. They call you to hire a moving company because they can't afford it. Now they're asking you for money to play the claw machine at the maternal and child health center. What will they do when they need a husband?"

I was speechless.

I told her that I also came from such difficult circumstances. Which author, which literature enthusiast, didn't start from such poverty and hardship?

I said this to her later, but it didn't really help.

My ex-wife said, "Think about it! Look at all the people you hang out with. L is always seducing men. The other day during our wedding night pranks, she almost slept with XX, whom she'd just met, on the sofa in our new house! What kind of people are these?!

Y always brings a different girl when he comes over for dinner. The thing is, this handsome guy has no taste whatsoever; he wants to try everything. And those girls he brings are absolutely hideous! I don't know what he's thinking.

LC is even worse; he openly flirted with me on QQ.

And Lala, so innocent-looking, hanging out with you guys in the literary circle, getting harassed by her landlord, getting an STD and having no money for treatment—tell me, is any of her a decent person? Including W, look at how flirtatious he is when he talks to my best friend, those seductive eyes, those raised eyebrows, like he's afraid no one will understand he's in heat." What

my ex-wife said is true. Lala is in Beijing now, about to give birth, her husband is the Beijing agent for XX company, they own a house in Beijing, and they're doing well.

LC, who flirted with my ex-wife, became a struggling artist in Beijing and I heard he started an animation company, but I don't care. He's even more despicable than me; I cut him out of my social circle.

Y is now a flight attendant. He's still handsome, just gained weight and has a little belly.

L still loves seducing men, and he still does. His passion doesn't last more than three months, but he's getting older and his looks have faded, so his business isn't as booming as before.

My ex-wife gave me an ultimatum: either get out of the literary circle or get out of the house, and she'll get custody of our son. The trigger was Xiao Qi's phone call that night. We talked for half the night. She said she felt insecure because my past life was also chaotic. Although I reformed after marriage and cut off all contact with those women, only interacting with the pure author circle, she didn't believe me.

By the way, my ex-wife was furious because this wasn't the first time she'd received a call like this late at night. She has a history of this. Remember that first love I mentioned with breasts as big as a cow? After she got married, we basically cut off all contact, but she would occasionally call me at two or three in the morning to check on me... May all of you heroes here never encounter such a monster.

After I got married, she called me once in the middle of the night. I told her my ex-wife had a great user experience, so I was fast asleep. She answered the phone, and then she got furious. My ex-wife knew about this person, but my first love didn't. When I wanted to get married, I was completely honest with my ex-wife and promised absolute fidelity. She had thought it through before deciding to marry me.

And I kept my word; I never cheated on her during our marriage. So, Xiao Qi's late-night call directly drove my ex-wife crazy. We had a cold war for a month, and I compromised, so I left the literary world. More than ten years have passed since then, and I deeply regret that decision. Because my ex-wife and I didn't make it to the end. What a wonderful woman, what a wonderful son! Alas, heaven and earth are the furnace, and I am the copper; why this sorrow, why this bitterness!

[The End]

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