The Women Who Came and Went Through My Life (31-35) Author: Grass-like Youth

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Chapter 31

Yes, school is about to start, and the Education Bureau hasn't made any moves. I didn't bother to inquire, because I
didn't have much hope. But one day, a friend of mine mysteriously told me: "One of
the teachers at our school has already secured a position at the Education Bureau. What about you?"

I frankly said: "No news."

He said: "You're much more talented than him. Why don't you try to pull some strings? I heard that teacher treated people to several
meals."

I said: "On the one hand, I don't have any connections, and on the other hand, I'm not good at this, you know that."

He said: "Yesterday when I went to submit reports, a female deputy director mentioned you, saying she really admires you! Why don't you give it a try?"

I thanked him, and when I got home, I thought, since they admire me, why didn't they tell me?

I told Jing about it truthfully.

Jing laughed. "You're such a blockhead! They're just waiting for you to show your appreciation!"

Jing said: "Don't worry about it, I'll arrange it for you." The head of the political work section of the Education Bureau is my cousin's husband's cousin-in-law.

A few days later, Jing told me: "I got in touch with that head of the section first. I got his
phone number from my cousin's husband and texted him. At first, he seemed very busy and arrogant. I didn't care, I called
him directly and invited him out for tea. As soon as he heard my voice, he dropped all his airs. After one tea session,
he was a real scoundrel. He's so old, and just look at those eyes behind his glasses—a lecherous man!"

I quickly asked: "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Jing said: "How could that be? I heard he likes to play mahjong. So I called a few of my girlfriends over, and after tea,
we played mahjong with him for a while. I deliberately lost over a thousand yuan to him. Finally, I told him about your situation, and he said he needed to
think about it.

" I said: "What? He needs to think about it? Shouldn't a leader in charge of political work be settled by now?"

Jing said: "I found out that he's actually in charge of this temporary transfer. He said that because
he wants more." He just called and said he wants to interview me at the Sanwei Tea and Restaurant. I
found out that his wife owns that restaurant. The interview is tonight.

Sanwei, Sanwei! To truly understand the true meaning of things in this world, it seems one needs to experience some
things first. Those of us who only know how to bury ourselves in teaching will only struggle at the bottom of society.

Jing told me to be prepared, and it would be best if I came with the principal; it would be easier to handle things with
them . Around that time, Jing said she was already waiting at the tea and restaurant and told me to hurry into town. I
borrowed a few thousand yuan from my in-laws and went straight to the Sanwei Tea and Restaurant with the principal and two directors.

Jing greeted us outside the restaurant; she was wearing a white long dress and light makeup.
She looked elegant yet dignified. She arranged for some of our school leaders to play cards, then pulled me
aside, gave me a red envelope, and told me to give it to the section chief later. Don't say anything else,
just watch her eye contact.

I asked how much was in the red envelope. Jing said three thousand. Including the drinks, dinner, and karaoke that night, it might cost six or
seven thousand in total. I said that was a bit much. Jing said, "How could it be too much? These days, can you get anything done without spending money?"

Around 6 pm, the section chief arrived, a man around fifty years old with wide-rimmed glasses, shaking my hand with
a big smile . He said, "You must be Teacher Guang! I heard from Jing, oh dear, she and I are relatives!

" I felt embarrassed and said, "She and I are very close old classmates. I'm sorry to have troubled
the leader with this matter!"

He said, "I submitted the list, and the director really admires you. Your handwriting is beautiful, and your writing is excellent!
Our bureau needs someone like you!"

I led him to an empty private room and gave him the red envelope. He pretended to refuse for a moment, then accepted it.
Our relationship instantly became closer. He looked at me with a knowing smile: "You're so lucky! Jing is really concerned about this matter."

I smiled and said, "She's a kind person."

During the banquet, because our school's principals and directors were close to the section chief,
the atmosphere very pleasant. I privately admired Jing's thoughtfulness. Jing then called over several beautiful and heavy drinkers
to liven things up, making the atmosphere even more lively. The section chief was clearly a heavy drinker, remaining unfazed amidst the clinking of glasses. I saw
Jing and her friends trying to get the section chief drunk, downing glass after glass. Feeling bad, I hinted to
Jing to drink less. Jing pulled me aside and said, "If you don't let that section chief drink well, you're out of luck, understand?"

The section chief was finally drunk by our combined efforts, thus avoiding the later singing performances. Watching Jing's unsteady steps,
I felt a mix of emotions. After seeing off the section chief and the others, Jing slumped onto the sofa. At this moment,
the came to settle the bill. Jing forced herself to get up and pay; the total was over three thousand—what a rip-off!

I stepped into Jing's bedroom once more. The scene was still so warm and cozy, the same Jing still dead drunk, but
to me, it felt so foreign. Though mixed with emotion, I felt no
physical urge.

I washed and cleaned Jing, undressed her, poured her a glass of hot water, and gave her a pill.
In the dim light by the bedside, Jing's face was so peaceful; she slept so soundly. In the past,
I would have ignited her with my burning passion, but tonight, I simply gazed at her quietly. The person I once
loved , she still helped me so selflessly, yet I could only watch her silently.

I placed all the money I had on me—exactly six thousand—gently on Jing's bedside table.

I kissed her forehead one last time, turned, and quietly left.

Chapter Thirty-Two

: On August 30th of that year, I received a text message from the section chief: "Your matter is settled." Although it was expected
, I was still overjoyed.

The news spread like wildfire. I started looking for a place to rent in the city and then planned to take my child to a primary
school . There were some transfer procedures to complete. Colleagues who used to look down on me suddenly
became inexplicably kind to me. It felt strange. I'm still the same person, unchanged, but because I'm about to join the Education Bureau
, I'm inexplicably being treated well, which makes me uneasy. I don't know what this so-called change will
bring In the course of life, it often happens like this; unexpectedly, you're swept along by fate...
In a place beyond my control, I met unfamiliar faces and did unfamiliar things.

Although it was still in the education industry, and still related to Chinese language, there were some changes. I think
most people in the world hope for more changes in their lives. A monotonous life may bring stability,
but it lacks passion. I saw the legendary bureau chief, and those
leaders who control the direction of education in a county. I was assigned to the Education Bureau's Security Section, responsible for school safety
affairs , the drafting of various school safety files for the county,
the reporting and handling of safety incidents in various schools, the speeches and remarks of the deputy bureau chief in charge of safety, and
the management of various safety files—I had to handle everything, big and small. At first, I was indeed a bit overwhelmed and
often received harsh criticism from my superiors. However, I am an expert in language; after reading those official jargon a few times, I could
basically figure out the patterns. After a while, I could easily draft various documents.

Looking back now, I realize that when I first arrived at the Education Bureau, I often worked overtime. Below is
an excerpt from my diary entry for that Mid-Autumn Festival: "It was already midnight. I turned off the office light and
hurried to my rented place. The willow trees along the riverbank were adorned with lanterns, their swaying leaves casting dappled
reflections on the water, creating shimmering, lovely ripples. At this time, few people were on the street; only the barbecue stalls on the opposite bank were still emitting steaming
smoke, and a few people were quietly drinking and eating late-night snacks. The moon in the sky was reflected in the water, then shattered by the ripples,
creating a river of silvery powder. " An unusual quiet .

I looked up at the long-lost moon—in truth, every night has a moon, but what I'd long for was
the feeling of looking up at it. The moon was almost full, and I was startled; it was another Mid-Autumn Festival!

How many Mid-Autumn Festivals I remembered! In my childhood, our poor family didn't have mooncakes, but on Mid-Autumn Festival
night, my father would set up a table in the courtyard, brew a pot of hot tea, and, facing the moon, tell us
the story . My kind grandmother would sing a Buddhist song, deeply planting the concepts of karmic retribution in our young
hearts.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again! My kind grandmother, resolute... Father, are you doing well in heaven? Are you on the moon,
eating mooncakes and longing for your loved ones on earth?

These past few days, I've felt exhausted. Every day I drag my weary body home. Thank you, moon, tonight; your
light must be shining through the window, illuminating the peaceful, sleeping faces of my mother and daughter not far away.

My steps are more resolute now.

My rented place isn't far from the Education Bureau office, and my child's school is right next to it. Every day I can take my child
to . Along the way, I help my child carry her heavy schoolbag, and she tells
me all sorts of interesting things that happened at school. My mother does the laundry and cooks for us at home—life seems to have suddenly become
brighter . But I lack a woman. Although there are beautiful and quiet women in this small town, I no longer
want any connection with them. I don't know why—is it because men are prone to novelty-seeking, or
because of the old saying, "A good horse doesn't eat the grass it already grazed"?

From my diary, I was busy but fulfilled then, but there were some aspects of life I was destined not to fit into
. I don't know when my weariness began. Perhaps it was those grand but lifeless words...
Words? Perhaps it's the polite but insincere words exchanged over drinks at banquets? Perhaps it's the endless,
formulaic , and meaningless meetings?

But even as a lowly employee in a small department, I feel something is different from before. In front of the leaders in the bureau
, we are like grandsons, trembling with fear, not daring to make the slightest mistake. But in the eyes of
the teachers , we are like the all-powerful Monkey King. Because I have to accompany the leaders to inspect the work at the schools below,
I inevitably get used to the leaders' pointing fingers and bossing attitude, and of course, I also get used to the leaders'...
The school leaders' domineering and arrogant demeanor at the dinner table . Sometimes, after the drinking session, the school leaders would arrange
a card game for the education bureau leaders, and we would act as their practice partners. Although the school leaders would
distribute a minimum bet, who would actually dare to win the leaders' money? So, each time, we were content to just
give away those few hundred yuan without paying out of our own pockets. After the card game, it would usually involve singing and foot massages, and we
would also sit at the back of the table, but the beautiful female teachers arranged by the school leaders were always meant to accompany the bureau leaders, so we... I'll
wisely take my leave at the appropriate time—who knows what might happen next?

As I said before, no matter what profession you're in,
you can only call it a career when your income is enough to satisfy you. I've never understood those rural teachers who dedicate their lives to a life of hardship in the mountains
—is it because they truly have no other choice, or do they possess the kind of noble spirit of sacrifice that our media portrays
? If they had made even one difficult choice between material temptations and a life of hardship
, I would sincerely express my admiration! Therefore, I prefer to believe that those so-called noble
people are generally incompetent, because they have no other way out but hardship.

In the county town, at the Education Bureau, my income hasn't increased—because I'm only on temporary assignment, and my salary
is still received from my original school. However, the cost of living in the city is many times higher than in the town. Sometimes,
relatives from the countryside, former colleagues from the school, and many friends, once they come to the county town, enthusiastically invite me to
join in the . Since I'm addressed as a "leader" in the bureau, shouldn't I act like one? So, I often
force myself to pay the bill after the drinking party. After six months, I hadn't saved a single penny, and I even had to borrow
20,000 yuan from the bank.

But having a glamorous appearance, unsuspecting people still cast envious glances, like that
pretty elementary school teacher—Taozi.

Chapter Thirty-Three

was hesitant and procrastinated on because I was wondering whether certain characters should be included, since this was
already a work of literature, and I didn't want to dilute the original theme with trivial people and events; I wanted to avoid
letting appearances overshadow the meaning. But my friends encouraged me, saying that this was a factual account, and I
should just write it as it was, based on real life. So I picked up my pen again.

At that time, various bureaus in the county had inspection work to do, such as comprehensive management of public security
. Each bureau assigned several groups, led by a certain leader, to inspect various townships.
The Education Bureau assigned this work to the Security Section. Normally, the section chief would go, but sometimes other departments within the system also had staff involved.
Unable to leave due to some important matters, the section chief assigned me to participate in this joint inspection team.

It was a team of three led by the deputy director of the Justice Bureau, going to
inspect the comprehensive management of public security in a town relatively remote from the county seat. Upon arriving at the town government, the mayor and secretary were already waiting. Seeing that
they already acquainted with the deputy director, they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before ushering us into a small office.
Several document bags were scattered haphazardly on the desk, and the deputy director gestured for me to review the documents. Following the inspection steps and elements, I compared them
one and found the documents extremely incomplete. The deputy director also only glanced at them briefly, finishing in half an hour.
The mayor then invited the director aside and whispered a few words in his ear. Then, the mayor, holding two envelopes,
said to me and another inspector, "Thank you for your hard work, leaders. This is just a small token." I looked at
the director with a puzzled expression; he smiled and nodded. Seeing the other person skillfully accept the envelopes, I accepted mine as well. Then came
the meeting and summary. The deputy director highly praised the town's recent breakthroughs in comprehensive public security management,
only subtly mentioning shortcomings in data compilation at the end. We nodded in agreement. The director also
told me to write a report praising the town afterward. I thought to myself: So this is
how done! No wonder so many people want to be civil servants!

As usual, we had a hearty meal and drinks, and as usual, a mahjong game. After dinner, the town mayor said he had to leave
, leaving a deputy mayor in charge of family planning to continue entertaining us. He drove us to the biggest karaoke bar in
the county town connections, quickly found
several women, saying they were all from the town and owned houses in the city. There was a cashier from the town's health center, an accountant from
the rural credit cooperative, and a female teacher from the town's middle school. And then, in the dim light, I saw—
Peach. She was wearing a pink dress, probably around 25 years old, and said she was a middle school teacher in that town,
teaching English, and her husband was also a teacher.

Perhaps because we were in the same system, Taozi toasted me several times, saying things like, "I hope the leaders will take good
care of me ." I felt incredibly nervous, because I was just a low-level employee—and only
a temporary one at that. But I had to put on a good show, and even sang a few songs with Taozi—
to be honest, among those wailing government staff, my singing stood out.
Taozi even invited me to dance a few times. Because some beer had spilled on the floor, the tiles were very slippery, and
Taozi 's high heels could slip at any moment, so my hand, which was around Taozi's waist, was ready to
pull me back at any time. Taozi just smiled awkwardly.

When we finally stumbled out of the karaoke bar, Taozi seemed to know me quite well. We exchanged phone numbers and
went home separately. The next day, she texted me asking for my QQ number.

I really don't want to recall those details. Let me summarize: online banter; her reading my articles;
then expressing her affection; then arranging to meet at a coffee shop; then meeting again at a dance hall—clichéd and stale,
utterly unoriginal.

The only thing I remember is that meeting at the dance hall. It was a public dance hall, only 2 yuan per person for
admission. It was around 9 pm. We danced gracefully, without exchanging many
words . When the song ended, we returned to the darkest corner, where there was a large pillar,
and we kissed next to it. My hand slipped under her blouse and covered her full breasts
, and she started moaning. A hand began kneading my crotch, and just
as , a flashlight beam suddenly shone down. In the darkness, we hurriedly separated, my heart pounding with fear!
Luckily, it was just an old staff member from the dance floor who waved past us briefly and then left. After leaving the dance hall, we went straight
to a nearby hotel.

The rest is too cliché to recount!

Only when I was extremely lonely would I call her, and she would hesitate for a moment before coming to meet me
.

Life continued leisurely, and as the two semesters were drawing to a close, it was time for another year-long reshuffle.
Our education bureau had two openings, naturally to be filled by teachers who had been seconded in the previous two years. I witnessed firsthand
the fierce competition—two out of fifteen people. It wasn't about ability, but connections and background. My secondment
was for two years, and after another year, I would face the same awkward situation.
The head of the political work section who had seconded me clearly didn't have the power to decide my fate. What would I be facing? Should I go back home, or
continue to seek deeper connections and invest more energy and money to maintain this position? Both
were extremely difficult for me.

And then, one thing after another began to trouble me. First, there was the financial pressure. The expenses in the city were high,
and with the loan and interest, plus the rent for the second year, I was already struggling to breathe. My daughter was growing up, but
her grades in the city weren't improving. Every time Li came back and saw her daughter, she was worried, concerned about her future.
My daughter, though a sensible child, is a bit stubborn and often feels down. She only
smiles when her mother is home for a few days. Meanwhile, I'm
exhausted ! My health wasn't good to begin with; how long will this go on? It's
time I thought of something!

Suddenly, Taozi became very close to me, unusually attentive, sometimes even paying for hotel rooms
herself —a real disgrace to the education bureau leaders. After a passionate encounter, Taozi asked if I could
find a way to transfer her and her husband to a school in the city, even a primary school. I frankly admitted I was in dire straits
and told her my entire situation. I could see her extreme disappointment,
mixed with a barely concealed anger at being fooled.

I don't remember when, but Taozi's QQ account disappeared completely from my contacts. And her
phone number was no longer in service.

Peach is a woman I extremely dislike recalling, because there was absolutely no affection between us.
I initially thought there was at least some affection, but later I realized it was nothing more than a transaction, and an unsuccessful
one at that. And I, ironically, became the one who first lost the principle of fairness in this transaction.

Chapter Thirty-Four:

This year in this game broadened my horizons considerably. Before, even meeting the principals of several key middle schools in the county...
There was never a chance. I used to think they were extraordinary people, but now I can just call them to
the station. They treat me with utmost respect (it suddenly reminds me of how officials in the imperial court treated
eunuchs , right?). Those so-called big shots are just ordinary people, some even
despicable. I remember once, the principal of a county experimental middle school invited the security section of the bureau and the local police
officers in charge of public order to drinks during the New Year. The local officer was a pretty local policewoman. When the principal toasted, he said, "Our
school 's safety really depends on you officers. You can't be careless, thank you! Drink up!"
But what we heard was, "You can't be careless either, oh no, something bad is going to happen!" Everyone knows that in Sichuan dialect,
a woman's words are called "ma pei," and "ma bi" is also pronounced as "ma pei." The policewoman blushed
but wasn't angry—maybe she'd been in this situation many times.

The more I saw, the bolder I became, and I walked with my back straighter. Everyone says Teacher Guang has changed a lot, looking much more
spirited . But privately, I still feel sad; my future is bleak, and my financial prospects are even bleaker. Fortunately, Xiao Lan
is there, bringing a glimmer of light to my lonely life.

Xiao Lan is my online friend; I forget when we added each other, but her username was "Orchid in a Secluded Valley."
The name sounded nice at first glance, quite elegant, but to me, it was just average. It
lacked originality. I remember starting our conversation around her username. Actually, this is a
routine : focusing on the other person's username, then rambling on about literature, basically letting them realize
I have some literary talent in the first conversation. I started quoting widely, from Qu Yuan's "fragrant orchid" to the old children's song
"Orchid Grass." Literary talent is truly a wonderful thing; she was impressed by my humor and erudition. So I asked for her
social media password and looked at her photos—an oval face, fair skin, a high bust, long, straight hair like a waterfall,
around twenty-five years old. There was also a very well-behaved little boy in the photos, presumably her son.

Later, as we chatted more, I discovered she lived in the same city as me. It was only
three blocks away from the education bureau building where I worked, about a seven or eight-minute walk. She worked at a cake shop on
the busiest street in our city, across from a large leisure plaza. The shop had a charming name, Xianglanfang, and also
sold milk, milk tea, coffee, cola, and pastries if you were hungry. The shop was
elegantly , with a small loft where you could go up, sip milk tea or coffee, and watch
people go by on the street—a truly unique experience.

I remember the first time I went to her shop; it was Christmas, and it was packed with customers. She was weaving
among the customers, her rosy cheeks slightly flushed and a little sweaty. Her uniform perfectly accentuated her figure, making her look like a
nimble swallow. She wore a Santa hat, which made her stand out. She clearly
recognized , a little embarrassed, yet also like seeing a long-lost friend—a little timid,
but mostly understanding.

"What brings you here?" she said with a smile.

"What, not welcoming?" I said.

"Hehehe, no, I'm just too busy right now, afraid I won't be able to properly greet our great writer!" Her face turned even
redder.

"Then give me a coffee, I'll sit upstairs and watch you," I said with a smile.

"That's too much trouble. What kind of coffee do you want? Consider it my treat. Come next time when it's less crowded, I'll try
to chat with you." She gestured to the other staff to attend to other customers while saying this to me.

"Hehe, that would be great." I glanced at the coffee list on the wall, and a coffee called "Scottish
Tears " caught my eye. "I'll have a Tears!" I said.

"Okay, you wait here."

She nimbly moved to the work area, fiddled around for a bit, and soon a fragrant cup of coffee was placed in front of me.

"This coffee is a little bitter, you can add sugar to your liking," she said with a smile.

"Alright! You go ahead and get busy!" I said.

She then flitted among the customers like a cheerful butterfly.

Chapter Thirty-Five

I watched her, chatting enthusiastically with the customers. What was most interesting was that she could also make cakes—
pure white cream transformed into beautiful patterns in an instant under her hands. A working woman is the most charming, that's really
true. I took out my phone and took a few pictures of her, and she playfully complained, "No, it's ugly!" Just then,
one of her colleagues called out to her: "XX Li..." I was stunned. It was
the exact same . What a coincidence!

I drank that cup of coffee for over an hour. When I left, I paid her the full amount for the coffee. She
declined for a moment but then accepted—after all, she wasn't the boss. I got her phone number and left Xianglanfang.

That night, for the first time ever, I slept in early. I woke up at 5 a.m. the next day, tossing and turning, unable to fall back asleep. I picked up my phone and
saw her number. Maybe she was sleeping? But I still sent her a text.

"Guess who this is?"

Unexpectedly, a reply came back shortly after: "I know, you're that weirdo who came to drink tears."

"Hehe, we're on the same wavelength, plus ten points!"

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

Actually, I knew her husband worked away from home year-round. Her mother-in-law and father-in-law helped take care of the child.

"You woke me up with your text. You have to compensate me for the loss."

"Hehe, okay, I'll make up for it by sleeping with you?" Every morning, I get a little aroused,
commonly known as morning erection. I wonder if women have this reaction when they wake up in the morning. But as a man, at
times like this, I can't help but succumb to lust.

"You're so vulgar!"

"Can I give you my phone number? Typing is tiring. How about I tell you a story?"

"Sure, I love stories."

So I called. In the soft light of dawn, I spoke in a deep, magnetic voice, whispering some
witty remarks. Perhaps she had never spoken to a strange man like this before; I could hear her suppressed excitement.

I remembered a story I'd read on 365, about a blind father-in-law and a mute daughter-in-law.

The blind father-in-law heard firecrackers and asked his mute daughter-in-law, "What happy occasion is this firecrackers?" The daughter-in-law rubbed
her buttocks against her father-in-law's buttocks twice, and he said, "Someone's engaged (buttocks engagement)."

The father-in-law asked again, "Whose engagement?" The daughter-in-law placed her father-in-law's hands on her chest, and the father-in-law understood:
"It's an engagement from Second Grandma's family."

The father-in-law asked again, "Which engagement from Second Grandma's family?" The daughter-in-law placed her hand between her father-in-law's legs and touched it.
The father-in-law said, "Is it Erdan?" The daughter-in-law shook her head and touched it again. This time, the father-in-law understood: "It's Zhuzi!"

The father-in-law asked again, "Where is the girl from?" The daughter-in-law took her father-in-law's hand and touched her buttocks
. The father-in-law said, "From Hougou."

The father-in-law asked again, "What's the girl's name?" The daughter-in-law took her father-in-law's hand and touched her front.
The father-in-law said, "Oh, so her name is Xiaofeng."

The father-in-law asked again, "Where did Xiaofeng marry?" The daughter-in-law led her father-in-law's hand to her buttocks. The father-in-law
stroked it thoughtfully: It's really a pity for Xiaofeng. How did she end up marrying into Jiapigou in the back mountains? Then he asked,
"What does her husband do?" The daughter-in-law thought for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her father-in-law's genitals, rubbing them incessantly.
The father-in-law gradually became aroused, his penis hardening,
and he sighed, "Why marry such a

jerk?" He then asked, "What's this jerk's surname?" The daughter-in-law sighed, reluctantly undressing, and
they engaged in intercourse. While thrusting, the father-in-law said with satisfaction, "So Xiaofeng's husband's surname is Jiao."

When he mentioned intercourse, I clearly felt a soft moan come from the other end.

"What's wrong? Want to hear more stories?" I asked.

"No, I have to get up. You're so naughty!" she said.

"How about I invite you out for a meal sometime?"

"We'll see! Bye!"

I hung up, thinking that on the other end of the line, Xiaolan must be lost in endless sexual fantasies.
A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and my hand involuntarily reached down.

For a while afterward, I frequently asked her out for late-night snacks or karaoke. She
usually accepted, but she often brought a friend, which annoyed me. Finally, one night, I was working late and
saw Lan's phone online. I typed: "Lan, where are you?

" "At the shop, on the night shift. Almost off."

"Me too, almost off too. How about we go to the park tonight? I'm thirsty, can you get me
a drink?"

"Okay, I'll go straight to the park after work!"

I was overjoyed. I tidied up my work and headed straight to the park. It was already 10 pm.
The park in the county town was close to the education bureau, so I found a bench in a corner and started making the call.

Lan arrived shortly after. She was wearing a short skirt and a short-sleeved shirt. In the
dim lights, I could see her chest was prominently displayed. Damn it! She brought me a shaved ice, strawberry
flavor. I ate it contentedly, and she laughed, saying, "It's so late, and it's so dark, you really came here
." I said, "I was thirsty, where am I supposed to find shaved ice this late? You're perfect for me!"

She playfully scolded, "So, I'm a delivery person? You have to give me a tip!"

I said, "Sure, I'll give you whatever you want." Lan giggled, saying, "I don't need your money.
Consider it my treat today."

We chatted about all sorts of things, and an hour passed quickly. We talked about her husband, and she said he
looked like me, thin and energetic. They were madly in love back then, but to support the family
, her husband had to go out to work.

I asked how long it had been since he'd come back, and she said he'd left after the New Year.

I asked if she missed him these past few months. She said, "Of course I do."

I then asked, "When you were together, how many times a week did you make love?"

She hesitated a little, but still answered, "Four or five times!"

I exclaimed, "Oh my god, that's too much! You've lost it all all at once, aren't you sad?"

"It's okay. It's not like we were eating." "You're so naughty

!" I said, "I don't believe you! I need to check," and reached my hand towards her. She stood up alertly and said, "
You're so bad! If you keep doing this, I'm going back!"

I didn't care, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly, and then pressed my lips to her face.
She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth, and our soft tongues intertwined.

After a breathtakingly long kiss, she nestled softly in my arms. My hand
caressed her breasts through her shirt. She pushed my hand away, whispered shyly in my ear, "The streetlights can see!"

Those words were like an aphrodisiac, instantly arousing me. I put my arm around her waist and walked deeper into the park
. The streetlights there were dim, and a huge yellow fruit tree blocked the view; there was even
a bench. We sat down and spoke softly.

Lan, you've been on my mind all this time.

Teacher Guang, me too. Even knowing there's no future, I still love you.

I hugged her tightly. She said, "Guang, let's not cross the line, okay?"

I asked, "What's your line?"

She said, "That thing." I asked, "Which thing?" She whispered in my ear, "It's...making love!"

Although she said it very softly and quickly, I heard it clearly. Even in the darkness, I could feel
her shyness.

I said, "That's no problem. But you have to play a game with me."

She asked, "What game?"

I said, "Do you remember the story I told you last time about the mute wife and the blind father-in-law?"

"Yes, you're so naughty, do I have to do that story with you?"

"Yes, I'll be the father-in-law, and you'll be the wife.

" "No way, they did it in the end, didn't they? Did they cross the line?"

"No, let's try!"

Lan didn't answer, so I started saying, "The blind father-in-law asked, 'What does Xiao Feng look like? Are her eyes big
?'"

Lan asked, "So how did you do it, wife?"

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already erect penis. Lan said, "You're going to die! What are you trying to
do ?!" I took her hand and placed it on my glans, saying, "Cooperate with me, and then guess the answer. If you guess right, I
'll agree to your request not to cross the line. If you guess wrong, hehe..."

Lan obediently placed her hand on my glans. Then she asked, "What action?"

I put her thumb on my urethral opening. Lan suddenly realized and whispered in my ear, "Xiao Feng has a
pair of urethral openings!"

I kissed her and said, "Good job! You guessed right, baby, you're so smart!"

Lan said, "That's so interesting. What else?"

I told her, "You have to take off your underwear first. Anyway, I won't cross the line." Lan thought for a moment, then awkwardly took off her
underwear put it in her bag.

I said, "The blind father-in-law asked, 'What's Xiaofeng's personality like?'"

Lan said, "How should a daughter-in-law act?"

I had her hold my hand, and I reached towards her vulva. Lan was a little hesitant, but seemed
excited by the even bigger mystery. I started kneading her labia. She moaned softly, saying, "What's this
?"

I didn't answer, then gently lifted one of her labia. Her vulva was already slowly getting wet.

She whispered in my ear, "This is too difficult. Can you give me a hint? Just one word, okay?"

I pinched one of her labia with two fingers and then lifted it. I said, "Single!"

Lan suddenly realized and said, "Simple!"

I kissed her on the lips again and said, "Correct, ten points!" Lan said, "That's really funny. How did that daughter-in-law
come up with that ?"

I said, "Father-in-law asked, 'What will we eat at the engagement banquet?'"

"What will we eat?" Lan asked.

I brought Lan's head closer to my penis, and Lan cleverly said, "That's easy, I know, chicken!"

I said, "You know the answer, but you still have to show your appreciation." Lan obediently licked my penis again.

Lan said, "Continue." I said, "Father-in-law asked, 'What does Xiaofeng like about Zhu Zi's family?'

" "What does she like?" Lan asked. I had her hold my hand and put it on her vulva. Good heavens!
She was soaked! I gently rubbed her clitoris. Lan's body trembled slightly, but she endured it, asking, "This is
difficult, is it because she likes the beans they grow?"

I shook my head and continued to gently knead her clitoris. She gripped my hand tightly, humming, "
What is it ? I'm not guessing anymore. It's too hard.

" I said, "It's 'earth'!"

She laughed, "So funny." I said, "Since you can't guess, I'll punish you."

She asked, "How will you punish me?" I used my middle finger to insert deep into her vagina. She cried out, "Ah!" and said, "You're
so bad! I'm not playing anymore, this game is too deceptive." My finger continued to thrust in and out of Lan's vagina, and then I said, "
Baby, one last question!" "Okay?"

"Then take your finger out first, Guang-ge."

"Okay, then you have to sit on my lap."

"Okay."

I pulled my finger out. My finger was covered in her vaginal fluid. I mischievously put it in my mouth and sucked on it.
Lan slapped me and straddled my thighs. My penis touched her thighs, feeling slippery,
perhaps from her vaginal fluid. She said, "Tell me, what's the question?"

I said, "Father-in-law asked last, 'What does Xiao Feng do?'

It's not sex, is it?" Lan asked.

I didn't answer, but suddenly spread her thighs apart, and with a forceful pull on her buttocks, she was pulled
towards .

Her vagina was so smooth that my erect penis slid in effortlessly.

"Oh my god! You said you wouldn't cross the line!" Despite saying that, Lan didn't even struggle.
My penis was inside her vagina, enjoying the contractions and spasms of her vaginal walls.

I said, "I didn't cross the line, we're just playing a game, aren't we?"

Lan hummed and said, "Then tell me, what exactly does Xiaofeng do? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I
won't !"

My penis pounded hard inside Lan's vagina, saying, "You'll find out soon enough."

My hands tightly gripped Lan's slender waist, my penis thrusting forcefully. Perhaps because it had been a long time since we'd had sex, Lan's
orgasm came very quickly. I almost couldn't hold back either, and a few minutes later, I
ejaculated amidst Lan's suppressed yet pleasurable moans.

Lan said, "You're so bad, you came inside. Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" I said, "Let's buy a condom tomorrow." She laughed and
said, "I have an IUD, it's fine." Then she squatted down to let the semen flow out, taking out tissues from her bag
and carefully wiping my penis. Then, in a serious tone, I asked, "What do you think Xiaofeng does?"

I said, "If you're satisfied with my answer, we can keep in touch, okay?"
She thought for a moment and nodded. "Whatever you say, but if the answer is too far-fetched, I won't talk to you anymore."

I whispered in her ear, "Xiaofeng works for the Daily News!"

Lan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, and her little fists rained down on me. "I'm really impressed,
Brother Guang," she said.

We hugged each other. By then, there wasn't a soul in the park; it must have been midnight. I
said, "Baby, do you still want more? Shall we go to a hotel?"

Lan said, "How am I going to explain this to my family?"

Lan thought for a moment, "You're okay not going back, right?" I said, "No problem." Lan whispered in my ear, "I'll call
my mother-in-law right away and say I'm at a friend's house tonight, working late." She knows my best friend. "It should be fine, right?"
We walked out together. She made a phone call, affectionately calling out "Mom," and talking about going to her friend's house. My hand
was tightly wrapped around her waist.

We found a hotel near the park. While showering, I saw her breasts—they were so perky! Her nipples
were even pink, which reminded me of Jing's breasts. Lan, being only 26, had even firmer breasts than Jing's
. When she lay beneath me, I spread her legs and saw her vulva—white and smooth,
without a single hair! Was this the legendary "white tiger"?

She was embarrassed and said, "They say it's not good like this. Do you mind?" "

I don't mind at all. I'm not superstitious," I said. Then I bent down and began licking her vulva
.

Seeing a "white tiger" up close for the first time was a novel experience for me. Unlike some women who
shave their pubic hair and have prominent pubic hair, Lan's vulva was as smooth as porcelain. I
licked , and a glistening liquid flowed from her vaginal opening.

Lan couldn't resist any longer. She curled up her legs, cupped my head in her hands, and pulled me up until we were facing each other.
My penis naturally slid into her vagina! We kissed and made love at the same time. I vaguely remember the last
time ; she arched her buttocks, and I fucked her hard from behind. That night, we went at it until
about 2 a.m. Anyway, when I woke up the next day, she was already gone. I checked the time and realized I was going to be late for work.
I called in sick. I slept soundly until check-out time before leaving.

This relationship with Lan lasted about two months. We only made love three or four times in total! Looking at the time, it
was almost time for the holidays. The child's grades were getting worse and worse. Li had come home once or twice, and then Li suddenly suggested...
This semester, I transferred my daughter to a school in the city. She was overjoyed; studying near her mother had always
been her dream.

But what about my mother? Without my daughter by her side, she's lost her anchor. What should I do?
Will she continue to stay with me? Li said that Mom could go to the city with her daughter. But that's
an unfamiliar place; would Mom adapt? Besides, her sensitive heart has already sensed
the discord . What will she think?

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