People separated by distance miss their loved ones

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Since Ma Rong's affair, I've consistently supported her, enduring a lot of criticism and being doxxed multiple times. While I don't believe infidelity is right, I strongly disapprove of Wang Baoqiang's obstinate actions and his determination to destroy his wife. Sometimes, I think of my lover from years ago. Coincidentally, she, like me, graduated from Northwest University. Back
then, in Xi'an, she worked odd jobs while writing what she thought were novels, dreaming of becoming a writer. That's when I met Li Meng.
We met in a poetry group; we were both interested in Tang and Song dynasty poetry and quickly hit it off. During our conversations, I learned that after graduating from university, she worked as a secretary in a county government office in her hometown, while her husband was also an ordinary worker. They had been married for a year, their child was only a few months old, and they lived together at her mother's house.
For a long time afterward, we only chatted like ordinary online friends, and a year passed quickly. Later, as we became closer, she stopped hiding things from me, such as how her husband's five-minute commitment was unsatisfying.
Later, she would even secretly lift her shirt to show me her breasts when no one was home or when her mother was cooking. Once, after chatting all morning, she said she had tried three different positions and was very wet.
Then, before May Day, a year and a half after we met, she said she wanted to come visit me. I had told her about many new positions during our chats, and she wanted to try them. Her husband, on the other hand, only knew the traditional missionary position. Before marriage, she had no idea that there were so many positions to choose from.
I readily agreed, of course. Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, her pretty face and the unique charm of an office lady still made me very much looking forward to it.
So, she told her husband that a classmate was getting married, hurriedly boarded a train south, and came to my side from 1,400 miles away.
That morning, standing under the ancient city wall, I waited expectantly, watching her in a pink dress walk out of the station and stand before me.
Then, stunningly, I took her hand and walked her back to the hotel. "
You should sleep. I'm going out for a walk," I said to her as we entered the room. "She's been on the train all night; she should rest."
Before I could even walk away, she grabbed my arm, then her soft body pressed against mine, and her lips sealed mine. I
won't go into the details, but basically, even though she'd been married for two years, she was incredibly inexperienced. When I asked her to give me oral sex, she chuckled and said she was afraid I'd throw up!
I eventually let her off the hook, but during doggy style, her father-in-law called to ask where she was. She mumbled that she was still in the car, which amused me.
After two hours of intimacy, we went out to eat, and she insisted on paying, treating me. Later, we went shopping at the Colorful Mall, and she bought us both a purple short-sleeved shirt.
What did that mean? I was dumbfounded!
Matching outfits, you idiot! She laughed and playfully hit me.
In the afternoon, because she really had to attend a classmate's wedding, we had to part ways reluctantly.
"My wife, are you alright?" Three days after my tryst with Limeng in Chang'an, I couldn't help but text her. For the past three days, my mind had been filled with her every smile and gesture.
Before our date, she asked me if I wanted a one-night stand or a lifelong friendship. Like most men, I was vulnerable in her presence. A fleeting encounter is worth more than countless others. To share the joy of love and passion, even just one night would be enough.
"Okay, after our date, I'll delete you, disappear from your world, and bless you in my heart forever," Li Meng said, each word carefully chosen.
I wondered if she would actually do it.
"My dear husband, I'm fine, I miss you!" A text message quickly returned, those few words reminding me again of her fading figure.
So, she missed me too.
We sat down at the computer again. As she said, she couldn't forget me, and how could I forget her?
"My husband is playing a song on my sister's phone called 'The One Who Fell in Love with Someone Else'..." she said, still as charming and endearing as ever.
"Does he know about us?" I asked.
"No, but I joked with him the other day, telling him I'm seeing someone else," Li Meng said.
I knew she, like me, never lied, but I never imagined she'd dare to spill such a secret.
I found the song myself; it was sung by Zheng Yuan. The melody was beautiful, tinged with a faint sadness—
"Breathing in your perfume, so familiar yet so strange, I've lost my former innocence, unable to distinguish between love and hate. Swaying in your hazy gaze, floating and sinking in a whirlpool, I want to give up, but I can't, my frozen heart begins to warm again. Each maple leaf is your fiery kiss, yet it kissed someone else's lips. I wait foolishly in the twilight, waiting for you, the one who has fallen in love with someone else. Each maple leaf is the mark you left, yet it pierces my heart. I cover my wound and wait bitterly, but when will you turn around..."
From that day on, Li Meng and I returned to our old ways, spending our days online, passionately in love. Knowing it was dangerous to continue, neither was willing to give up, until…
“He saw all the text messages you sent just now. He smashed his phone and ran away…” One night, Li Meng suddenly called, sobbing softly.

“What should we do?” I asked.
“I don’t know…” she said.
From that day on, her husband never came home again, and she could only take leave every day to stay at the small shop where he worked, hoping he would change his mind. This wait lasted for half a month. Finally, her husband came home, but asked her and her parents for a divorce.
Next came the fight for their only child; neither was willing to give in, preferring to leave all the property to the other. They argued for a long time, and the divorce was put on hold, beginning a cold war.
Her husband wouldn’t speak to her during the day, but at night, when he saw her, he would tie her up, penetrate her from behind, and ravage her like a wild beast. The next day, she didn’t even have the strength to go to work.
Before marriage, she was still a virgin; while her husband had already had several girlfriends, and some girls had even had abortions for him. She couldn’t understand what reason her husband had to treat her this way.
I was in pain, heartbroken, and filled with pity, but it had no effect on her, a thousand miles away. Her life remained bleak.
This world is so strange; some men always hope to see their wives cheat on them, sharing a bed with another, while others hold grudges over the smallest transgressions of their wives, never forgetting them.
One day, Limeng said her company was organizing a trip to the Shanghai World Expo, and she was taking her younger sister along. She said she would be passing through Xi'an on the way back and hoped to see me. And so, we met again.
July in Xi'an was incredibly hot. In the bustling Bali Village in the southern suburbs, I saw her again. Two months had passed, and she seemed much more haggard, though her figure remained full. She wore a jade-green long dress and a white sun hat.
I invited her to dinner, but she had no appetite, only ordering a bowl of shaved ice. Then we went into a small hotel together.
We lay side-by-side on a pale green bamboo mat, her bright, clear eyes gazing at me, a look that was hard to tell whether it was love or resentment.
His lips brushed against her cheek, and his hand gently lifted her skirt, only to discover she wasn't even naked down there.
After their passionate embrace, the streetlights outside were ablaze with color. He led her through the bustling market streets, where they ate roasted lamb together. She ate very little, just watching me eat with a slight smile, and then we slowly walked back together.
That night, the heat made it impossible to sleep, and her exquisite body captivated me. Several times, I sneaked into her paradise while she slept. She, when awakened, would respond with a mixture of reproach and infatuation, half-heartedly resisting. Unlike last time, this time she was more cooperative, and we invented several new positions together. We didn't stop all night; by dawn, it had been six or seven times.
In the morning, she went to see her sister, and I went home. We took the bus together, but halfway there, she hurriedly got off and never looked back. I knew I would never see her again.
Life is like a journey, a parting from you. We are separated by thousands of miles, each at the ends of the earth.
On the way back, I fell asleep as soon as I reached the waiting room, and stayed in bed for a whole day and night after arriving home. It seems I was truly exhausted.
From then on, Limeng rarely spoke on QQ. Although she and her husband didn't divorce, they could never find their former happiness and warmth again, which I suppose was all my fault. Her most frequent saying was, "I love no one anymore, neither you nor him. It's you men who made me see this world for what it is."
Her QQ signature was also changed to: "In this world, no one can truly empathize with another person's pain. Even if you're pierced by a thousand arrows, even if you're in unbearable agony, it's only your own experience. Others may sympathize, may sigh, but they will never truly understand the extent of your suffering..." [The following lines are a poem and not directly related to the previous paragraph:] "
Several times I sat beneath the flowers, playing the flute, the Milky Way and red walls stretching into the distance.
The stars tonight are not those of last night; for whom do I stand in the wind and dew at midnight?
My lingering thoughts are like unraveling a broken cocoon; my heart is like peeling a banana after a painful break.
Three or five years have passed in the third or fifth month of the year; alas, the wine in my cup has never been emptied.

" [The End]

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