【Ning Que and Mo Shanshan】(01-02) Author: huihui1983

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Chapter 1:

My fate was intertwined with Ning Que's when I was little, perhaps it was destined from the day I was born.

Originally, I should have been a month older than Ning Que, but I was too well-behaved and came out two weeks late. It's said that
that morning, while my parents were worrying terribly at the hospital, Ning Que's mother's water broke without warning and
she was rushed to the hospital. Under my parents' stunned gaze, Ning Que's mother was wheeled into the delivery room, and then,
under their equally stunned gaze, she was wheeled out. Ning Que popped out three weeks early.

Uncle Ning sighed, "Coming out in such a hurry, he must be a mischievous monkey." Uncle and Aunt desperately wanted
a girl, and now that they had a son, they were very disappointed. So they named him Ning Que, meaning "better to have nothing than something bad,"
implying they'd rather not have a child than a boy. They also gave him the nickname Duoduo, meaning "excessive
."

A few hours later, I was born obediently, and then we became sworn enemies born on the same day. A week later,
the two families visited each other. My uncle and aunt saw my fair and tender face, my shiny black hair, and my big
, round, dark eyes. Then they looked at Ning Que, who was born prematurely, thin and sallow, with sparse lanugo and
eyes that hadn't even opened yet. They were even more disgusted and suggested that I become their goddaughter.

At that time, my father and Uncle Ning were both engineers at the Huizhou Geological Exploration Institute, and they were even in the same group. They
had shared many years of hardship and shared joys and sorrows, and their two sides were truly as close as family. Seeing
how enthusiastic my uncle and aunt were, my father discussed it with my mother and said to Uncle Ning, "Why don't we just not adopt a daughter? Let's arrange
a marriage between our children. As long as they don't get along too much, let them be together.

" Uncle Ning was very happy and immediately agreed. Then, because Uncle Ning was the most literate person in the neighborhood, my
parents asked him for advice on my name. Uncle Ning thought for several days and suggested the name Mo Shanshan, because their
work was almost entirely in the mountains and rivers, and Shanshan combined with it forms
the character , meaning "treating me as his own daughter." He promised to treat me as his own daughter.

As for my nickname, he suggested Shanshan, meaning "arriving late." My parents liked both names very much and
accepted them both.

Uncle Ning told me all this when we started dating at Huizhou Experimental School in high school.
I laughed so hard at the time, and even after we got married, I still teased him about how Ning Que was disliked
.

However, what my parents often talked about was a completely different story—basically, my long
history of misdeeds.

Before elementary school, perhaps because I was actually a month older than Ning Que, my physical growth and
intellectual development were faster. At eight or nine months old, I could already kneel on the ground, hands on the ground,
crawling leisurely around the family compound square. Ning Que, on all fours, would desperately chase after me, unable
to catch up, crying helplessly. Whenever he cried, I would crawl back to his side and spank him.

To this day, both sets of grandparents still cherish the photo of me kicking Ning Que in the face. Later,

when I was learning to walk, I could walk very steadily and even run a few steps, while Ning Que was still stumbling.
My mother said that at that time, I loved to push Ning Que to the ground when he was walking.

Later still, before I was two years old, I could hold my urine, while Ning Que still needed constant diaper changes. I
could clearly express my need to urinate. At that time, my father and Uncle Ning were often away on exploration trips, sometimes
for months at a time. To save trouble, my two mothers basically took turns caring for the two little devils.

Then, something that baffled them occurred to them. From the age of two, when Ning Que and I slept in my little
bed , I would always call my mother to help me pee. But whenever I slept in Ning Que's
bed, I would always wet his bedding completely. My mothers were speechless
for a long time at this seemingly supernatural talent of mine.

Later, when we were three, we both went to the affiliated kindergarten of the Earth Academy. My body was just like my name
suggests ; I was truly like a child raised in the mountains. I ran faster than all my peers, was stronger than all my peers,
and when I fought, my hands were faster and heavier than all my peers. I quickly became the queen of the class and declared that Ning Que was
my little brother, and no one else could bully him except me.

I always got to play with the best toys in the class first, and then Ning Que could play with them. No one else was allowed to play with them.
At mealtimes, I would sit next to Ning Que and give him the dishes I didn't like. I was always used as a negative example of not
eating , but even so, I was always taller and stronger than Ning Que, which my aunts envied
immensely.

My parents often received complaints from kindergarten teachers, usually about me making Ning Que cry.
Sometimes it was because someone else had hit Ning Que, and I would go over and make that classmate cry. But Uncle Ning never seemed to care,
and my parents didn't really interfere.

The most outrageous thing that happened during my entire kindergarten years was something neither set of parents ever mentioned, but Ning
Que and I were already old enough to remember it, so it's still very vivid in our memories.

We were both four years old then. During an extracurricular activity at kindergarten, I somehow got into an argument with Ning Que. He couldn't win
the argument, so he teased me for not having a penis and having to squat to pee, unlike him who could stand up to pee. I
found out that was true, so I got very angry. Since I couldn't argue with Ning Que, I fought him, and naturally, I won.

As the victorious queen, I pulled down Ning Que's pants and forced him to promise to give me his penis. Ning Que
refused, so I hit him hard on the head with a toy car, and he reluctantly agreed. Then, I grabbed
Ning Que's little penis and dragged him, naked, to the teacher. I made her take it off Ning Que and
put it back on for me. The teacher almost laughed herself silly at Ning Que's wailing.

That was probably the only time I ever got a beating in kindergarten
. When my dad came to pick me up, he saw Ning Que's little penis, red and swollen from where I'd grabbed it, and immediately grabbed me and slapped me hard.
He continued to beat me when we got home, making my bottom swollen. My mom not only didn't stop him, but after my dad finished hitting me and I
finally stopped crying, she gave me a stern warning: I was absolutely forbidden from touching Ning Que's little penis again.

However, apart from that incident, both sets of adults were very
satisfied . Once, my mom asked Ning Que with some ill intent, "Duo Duo,
who are your best friends at kindergarten?"

Ningque called me "Sister Shanshan." He had a good habit; ever since I hit him a few times, he never dared
to call me "sister" again.

My mother continued to tease him, "Didn't you say Shanshan always bullies you? You still like her?"

Ningque nodded, "When Shanshan is next to me, no one takes my things, and no one hits
me." My parents exchanged glances. My father said, "This kid is very clear-headed; he'll probably amount to something great in the future."

And so, under my protection, Ningque went to elementary school safely. After officially starting

elementary school

, the difference between Ningque and me suddenly became apparent. On the first day, the teacher saw
how pretty and well-behaved I was and immediately made me class monitor. Later, my grades were consistently
the best and a representative of both academic excellence and conduct, a "three-good student" every year.

Ningque, however, seemed to be falling behind in his studies, consistently ranking in the lower middle of the class. Uncle Ning often scolded him.

At the end of second grade, out of more than 40 students in the class, Ningque ranked in the 30s.

Uncle Ning was furious. That day, he brought Ning Que to visit us. After a couple of drinks, he suddenly said to my
father , "Ning Que seems really useless. Why don't we cancel this childhood betrothal? Don't hold Shan Shan back."

That's when I found out that Ning Que and I were betrothed as children. By then, I understood these things a little,
knowing that a childhood betrothal meant that we would marry when we grew up and live together for life.

But Uncle Ning said he wanted to cancel the betrothal, so would I never see Ning Que again when I grew up? I asked
Uncle Ning if canceling the betrothal meant I wouldn't be able to play with Ning Que when I grew up.

Uncle Ning hesitated for a moment, then said to me, "Shanshan, you'll still be classmates with Ning Que when you're in junior high.
But you'll go to the best high school in Huizhou. If Ning Que doesn't get in, he won't be your classmate anymore. Then you
'll make new good friends, go to a great university, and have a great job and a great life after graduation."

Then he turned to look at Ning Que and said, "He'll only be able to work as a porter at the train station, doing manual labor."

I looked at Ning Que with some sadness, thinking to myself, how could someone as thin and weak as him be able to carry heavy loads? Ning Que
suddenly burst into tears. My mother quickly took him in and comforted him, scolding Uncle Ning for scaring the child. She
then coaxed Ning Que, "Duo Duo, don't be afraid. Your father scared you. You'll get into university someday and won't have to do manual labor
."

Ning Que cried loudly, "I don't want to leave Sister Shan Shan! I don't want to leave Sister Shan Shan!" My
father was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "So that's what this kid is afraid of." He then said to Uncle Ning, "
Boys mature later, and even if they don't have good jobs, our two families have so much savings over the years. With just these two children,
they won't suffer."

Then, my father asked me, "Shan Shan, do you want to stay good friends with Ning Que, study together, and play
together ?"

I said yes.

That night, the adults reached an agreement: Ning Que would be confined to
the family compound for the entire summer vacation, not allowed to leave, and would be brought to my house every morning for me to supervise his studies. Uncle Ning said, "That kid Ning Que deserves a beating.
If you see anything you don't like about him, just discipline him. Consider it my way of disciplining him."

I nodded seriously and said okay.

Then, throughout the summer vacation, under my strict discipline, Ning Que finished his holiday homework,
did all the second-grade math problems twice, copied all the Chinese texts five times, and even memorized them.
Strangely enough, Ning Que suddenly seemed like a different person, quietly studying instead of fidgeting under
his desk .

Uncle Ning was very happy and had my aunt take me to the mall to buy me some nice clothes.

In the first semester of third grade, Ning Que ranked twentieth in the mid-term exams and eighteenth in the final exams.
Uncle Ning was especially happy again, saying that if Ning Que could be disciplined like Shan Shan for the rest of his life, he would definitely walk the right path.

My parents were also very happy, saying that the two children had a really good relationship, which made the adults feel gratified.

Then, during the Chinese New Year, the two of us caused a major headache for all four adults.

That day, Ning Que and I were watching TV at home. When we saw the scene of people parachuting from airplanes, we were both
envious. I remembered an experiment I had done before: putting small eggs in a paper basket and using a large handkerchief as a parachute,
I threw it from the second floor, and the eggs didn't break.

I said to Ning Que, "If we hold up parachutes and jump from the building, we should be just like them, right?"

Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "One parachute might not be enough; we should hold one in each hand."

I nodded in agreement with his idea, then found the two parachutes in the living room, and pulled Ning Que into
my room. My mother asked me what I was doing with the parachutes, and I said I was doing an experiment. My mother didn't ask any more questions.

I gave the umbrella to Ning Que, pointed to the window, and said, "Jump down from here."

Ning Que seemed scared but also eager to try. I said, "Hurry up, you're so thin and light, you
'll definitely be fine."

Ning Que nodded and stood outside the third-floor window. I pulled him along, and he opened both umbrellas. I asked if he was ready,
and Ning Que said, "Yes, but I'm scared." Then I let go and pushed him down.

Then I saw both umbrellas flip over, forming a capital "Y." Ning Que
landed heavily on the grass, screaming and wailing.

I knew something was wrong, so I rushed out of the bedroom, crying, "Ning Que fell!" and pulling
my mother downstairs.

We skipped the clinic in the residential compound and Ning Que was taken directly to the district hospital. That evening, his father came home, and
the four adults gathered together. When his father saw me, he raised his hand to slap me, but Ning Que's mother stopped him.

Ning Que's mother said it was just a fracture in his right foot, not a broken leg, and that he would recover after some time, so as not to frighten Shan
Shan. His parents were extremely frightened, saying it was fortunate there was soft grass downstairs; if it had been a concrete path, who knows what might have
happened . His mother felt particularly guilty, saying, "I saw Shan Shan take two umbrellas into the house, and she said she was going to do
an experiment. I never imagined they would do this."

His aunt comforted her, saying who could have imagined this? She had never heard of a little kid causing such a big incident
.

Then, that night, Ning Que was terribly frightened and fell asleep very early. Several adults
sat and talked outside Ning Que's hospital room. After I got a beating, I was made to stand next to them as punishment.

I don't know how they ended up talking about my marriage to Ning Que, but later,
his father called me over and said, "Shan Shan, from today onwards, you are Ning Que's wife. From now on, you don't need to worry about him..."
"Whether you're doing well in your studies or not, whether you're healthy or not, you have to be with him, understand?"

I was a little stunned. Was this punishment for my bad behavior? Ning Que's mother saw my blank expression and
thought I was frightened, so she quickly comforted me, saying it was okay, it was just your father teasing you.

Then I came to my senses and said, "Okay."

This time, it was their turn to be stunned, looking at me like I was a monster. I was a little confused. What was wrong with this
? Didn't we agree during the summer vacation that Ning Que and I would be together forever? Didn't that mean I would be
his wife? Why were they so surprised?

Then, neither family had a good New Year. At night, Ning Que's mother stayed with him in the hospital room, and during the day
, I stayed with him. Both families would take turns bringing us breakfast and dinner. A few days when Ning Que's mother had to work overtime at night, I stayed with him
at The bench for sleeping on the hospital bed was very uncomfortable, so I went to Ning Que's hospital bed and squeezed in with him.

I was ordered to stay with Ning Que throughout his hospital stay, do his homework with him, and help him review his lessons.

It was actually quite funny. Ning Que's right leg was in a sling, he couldn't move at all, so I
could tease him however I wanted. It was even more interesting the next day after Ning Que's foot was wrapped in a thick cast.

I bought a black pen and would draw a little person on Ning Que's cast whenever I had free time, and write
words like "idiot" or "fool." Then I wrote a line on the sole of Ning Que's foot that Ning Que couldn't see. When he asked me what I wrote,
I just laughed and wouldn't tell him, letting him guess.

Ning Que asked, "Does it say 'Ning Que, I'm sorry'?" I laughed and said no. That night, Ning Que
's mother saw the line and laughed for a long time. Ning Que begged her to tell him what the line was, but his aunt wouldn't tell him either,
letting him ask me himself.

Another day passed, and I remembered something, so I added another line after the first one, and continued not to tell
Ning Que. Several days passed like this. That day, I came back from the bathroom and saw Ning Que there, straining to bend his leg,
wincing and hissing in pain.

I asked him if he'd seen it, and Ning Que laughed, "Yes, I saw it. You said your dad made you his wife."

I snorted, "What about the second half?"

Ning Que immediately made a face, "So I have to listen to you in everything."

I nodded with a grin, telling him not to forget.

During Ning Que's hospitalization, there was another issue: getting him to the toilet. The toilet was far away,
so the doctor gave me a bedpan.

The first time Ning Que needed to use the toilet, he'd just had a cast on and wouldn't be allowed to move. I held the
bedpan , but Ning Que refused to take off his pants. Later, I got angry, hit him on the head with the bedpan, and said, "It
's just your little penis, didn't I see it every day when you were wearing open-crotch pants?"

Ning Que stopped talking. I took his penis, put it in the wide-mouthed spout of the bedpan, and after he urinated
, I saw Ning Que's face was red; he was actually shy.

Later, Ning Que wasn't so shy about urinating. However, when it came to defecation, he insisted on going to the toilet, saying he didn't want to be in bed.
The first time, a nurse carried him, but afterwards, I carried him myself. The nurses and several parents praised me,
saying that the toilet was almost 200 meters away, and involved going up and down stairs, but I carried Ning Que without even breaking a sweat. My father was quite
proud , saying that Shan Shan had always been healthier than boys.

As a result, I carried him for almost half a year.

After Ning Que was discharged from the hospital, the doctor advised him not to walk for 100 days and to avoid strenuous exercise for six months.

So initially, Ning Que rested at home, and I tutored him every day. Later,
when he was better and could be helped to the toilet, he started school. The elementary school was about a
kilometer from our residential compound, and I carried Ning Que to and from school every day. At first, my mother was a little worried, but after seeing that I only needed to rest
twice to get him to school, she stopped interfering.

However, when it came to the toilet, I couldn't help him like before; his close male classmates
would help him. This continued for six months until I confirmed that Ning Que's walking pain was gone and the X-rays showed no problems. Only then
did I feel relieved enough to let him walk on his own. I then made him run with me every morning. I still believed that
if Ning Que was as strong as me, he wouldn't break his foot.

At the end of third grade, Ning Que's exam rankings didn't drop, and he had no aftereffects on his foot.
He ran with me every morning, and his body became stronger. My uncle and aunt were especially happy, saying that Ning Que was born to be
managed by Shan Shan.

In the second semester of fourth grade, the school's spring sports meet began. From that year on, we were considered older
students and had to participate in the school's 3000-meter race. Fourth, fifth, and sixth graders started together, but their
scores .

3000 meters was probably still a bit far for a ten-year-old elementary school student, so the school did
n't mandate participation. However, I really wanted to test the effects of dragging Ning Que to run every morning for a year, so as the class monitor, I
forced Ning Que to participate in the 3000-meter race, which no one else wanted to run.

Finally, in the mixed-signature mode, I came in second in the whole school and first in the grade, while Ning Que came in last in the whole school and
second in the grade, even adding 5 team points to our class.

However, I was very worried about Ning Que's physical condition, so I stopped making him run in the morning and instead
made sure to drag him to run 10 laps around the school every day after school before we went home. In 5th and 6th
grade, I dragged him to participate in the long-distance races at the sports meet, and Ning Que actually came in
third .

One day in 5th grade, I found the compressed biscuits my dad ate during his exploration and scientific expeditions. When I peeled one open and tasted it,
my dad reminded me to eat less, because it would make my stomach bloated and that eating too much would burst my stomach.

Burst my stomach? That serious? No way, Dad must be scaring me. I'll try it. I stuffed the whole
bag of compressed biscuits into my schoolbag, intending to take it to school the next day.

The next day at noon, I told Ning Que I'd brought him lunch, and gave him a small bag of four
compressed biscuits , while I ate bread and drank milk with him. Ning Que ate half, then said it wasn't good and he didn't want to eat anymore.
Seeing my fierce look, he obediently continued eating.

After eating three biscuits, Ning Que couldn't eat anymore and asked me for water, saying he was thirsty, even though his water bottle
was empty.

That's when I started to get worried; Ning Que seemed to have drunk a lot of water. Was his stomach really going to burst
? I told him to bear with it and drink more later when he felt better. A while later, Ning Que's stomach really did start to hurt.
I asked him if it hurt a lot, and Ning Que said it wasn't too bad, just a spasmodic pain, but he felt very bloated and wanted to vomit. I
reluctantly asked my teacher for leave and took Ning Que home.

I was still cautious; I told Ning Que to wait for me at the entrance of the residential compound while I went home to get all my New Year
's money and pocket money. I took Ning Que to a nearby hospital, but I didn't dare go into the clinic inside the compound, afraid
my dad would find out and I'd get a beating.

The doctor briefly asked about Ning Que's condition and then smiled and told us to sit outside and continue observing. We
didn't dare leave, so we just sat bored in the corridor. After half an hour, Ning Que went to the restroom and
told me it didn't hurt anymore, and we could go.

Classes had already started, so we didn't go back to school. Ning Que took me to a nearby arcade to play games.
I still felt guilty, so I bought him twenty yuan worth of game tokens.

Ning Que played a fighting game in the corner; he was very good at it, playing for about
half an hour on one token. I just stood quietly watching him play. Later, maybe some other people thought Ning Que was good, so they
came over put in coins, and played against him, and almost all of them lost. I felt like Ning Que was
a completely different person in front of the arcade machine—focused, confident, with incredibly fast reflexes and a superb sense of rhythm. His
combo moves were so smooth and fluid

. Watching him play was really enjoyable; the clicking sounds of the joystick and buttons were so pleasant. If he put the same energy he used for gaming into studying, he should have no problem being in the top 5 of his class, I thought to myself. When it was time to leave school, Ning Que and I walked home. I suddenly remembered something and asked Ning Que, "Do you know what we ate today?" Ning Que said, "Compressed biscuits, I know." I asked, "Do you know that compressed biscuits make you bloated?" Ning Que said, "I know. But you insisted I eat them, so I did." Ah, that's so good! Ning Que really does whatever I say; he's so obedient. I was happily thinking about it when Ning Que added, "If you eat too much and get bloated, you won't have to go to school this afternoon." Ugh, this little rascal actually had that kind of plan! I started to feel bad about the twenty yuan I spent that afternoon, feeling so wronged. A few days later, my mother somehow found out about it, and I got another beating from my dad, almost as severe as when Ning Que jumped off the building that year. I felt that the twenty yuan of pocket money was even more wasted. It was from this moment that I began to vaguely realize that maybe Ning Que was smarter than me. Chapter Two: After graduating from elementary and middle school, Ning Que, most of my classmates, and I were all assigned to the nearest middle school. Ning Que's mother was a university professor; she probably pulled some strings, and I heard that Ning Que and I would be in the same class after the semester started. One Saturday morning during summer vacation, Uncle Ning drove our two families to Xunliao Bay. At that time, Xunliao Bay was still very pristine, with only a few hotels, and the beach was deserted and litter-free. The sky was blue, and the water was clear. As Ning Que pulled me towards the sea, I was startled to realize that he had grown taller than me! I couldn't tap his head as easily anymore. A sudden wave of disappointment washed over me. The adults didn't seem interested in swimming; they just chatted on the hotel lounge chairs. Ning Que and I swam in the sea, and I suddenly realized I couldn't even swim as fast as him anymore. When did he grow up? After swimming and rinsing off, I got a towel to dry Ning Que's hair. I hadn't really looked at him properly in so long; he had really grown up. He was quite handsome. Although his skin was still a bit dark and yellowish already quite dashing, with delicate features and a slender face. Even without our arranged marriage, he would definitely find a beautiful girl in the future. Should I keep a closer eye on him? Ning Que sat behind me, gathered my hair, and dried it with a hairdryer. A strange, sweet feeling suddenly welled up inside me. It turns out we've both grown up; I've started to secretly like boys . I gently said to Ning Que, "I'm thinking of cutting my hair short, what do you think?" Ning Que exclaimed, asking why. I said I heard that middle school courses get more demanding, and washing my hair takes up a lot of time. Ning Que sounded a little annoyed: "Even if you score a few dozen points lower, you can still get into the top high school or the experimental school, right? Why do you have to cut your hair? You look so good like this." I turned to look at Ning Que: "Are you saying I look good or my hair looks good?" This was the first time Ning Que and I had exchanged something that sounded like a sweet nothing. Ning Que blushed slightly, but I completely seemed oblivious to any sense of propriety. Ning Que hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your long hair makes you look very gentle, while short hair always reminds me of my domineering self in kindergarten." Although he didn't directly answer my question, I was still a little smug. So Ning Que thought I was pretty, that I looked good with long hair, so I decided not to cut my hair for now. That evening, Uncle Ning brought his own barbecue grill and marinated skewers, and we set to have a barbecue. I sat there grilling skewers, while Ning Que kept brushing oil and seasonings onto various things. The four adults ate and drank beer together, which felt quite comfortable. We were so naive back then; we didn't even think about why we had to grill. We were just kids; we should have been sitting there eating. The next afternoon, Ning Que and I came back from playing in the water and found that my parents and Uncle Ning were gone, only my aunt was there waiting for us. I asked what happened, and my aunt said that the holiday was too long, and she was afraid we would cause trouble, so she had rented a place here for a month to stay with us. After a month, Uncle Ning would come to pick us . Ning Que and I were stunned. We were going to stay at the beach for a month? But we were already bored after just two days ! There was nothing here. Ning Que wanted to go back to playing games, and I wanted to go back to watching cartoons online. Then, Auntie started lecturing us very seriously: "I specifically asked the school for leave this time, not to participate in summer recruitment, but to keep an eye on you two. Think about how much trouble you've caused before!" "During the summer vacation of fourth grade, you two were trying to smelt iron with a kerosene stove in your room, and you set the mosquito net on fire, burning holes all over the blankets." "During the summer vacation of fifth grade, you two turned on the foam fire extinguisher in the school office building, making the entire water room unusable ."

"You two went up the mountain to catch a rat snake and put it on the grass in the yard. Luckily, Qiao's second son saw it
and

came to complain, otherwise, what if it had bitten someone?" "The next day, you two went to retaliate, locking the Qiao family's gate and locking Qiao's second son inside all day." "

Also, you threw calcium carbide into their fishpond, and your dad had to pay them over two hundred yuan in compensation." "

You used syringes to inject air into toads, which blew up Xiao Zhou's child's hand, causing boils for days." "

When playing with water guns, other children filled their bottles with tap water, but you two filled them with floral water and medicated oil, and even sprayed
them in their eyes."

"You two stacked up to pour dish soap into the medicinal wine that was soaking on Grandpa Dong's balcony on the first floor."

"You plucked the feathers from Teacher Sun's rooster to make shuttlecocks." "

During the New Year, you even threw firecrackers into their chicken coop."

"Last year, the grapefruit tree in the yard had all sorts of holes in its fruit, which was definitely your doing. Shan Shan's mother
said she saw the slingshots you made."

"These are just the things we caught you doing. Who knows how many other misdeeds you've done that we don't know about?

So this summer, you'll just have to stay here obediently. There's nothing here, you can't go anywhere,
let's see what kind of trouble you can cause then."

I was a little annoyed. Weren't those things things we did when we were little and didn't know any better? Now Ning Que and I have graduated from elementary school,
we're all grown up, how could we still do those things?

Ning Que and I begged our aunt for a long time, but it was completely useless, so we had no choice but to accept reality.
Uncle Ning brought us a big bag of Chinese and foreign classics from home, and Ning Que and I could only reluctantly hold a book
and read.

My room at home had already been vacated, so I could only stay in my aunt's room. My aunt probably felt too bored,
so she suggested we play cards. Afterwards, Ning Que and I played Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game) with his mother for half an hour. Ning Que had bad luck and kept losing.

He didn't like it, saying that playing cards was all about luck and what was the point?

I said, "Let's play 24 points then," a game Ning Que and I often played when we were bored during our holidays. In the first
round, each person plays one card, Ning Que plays an extra one. Face cards are worth 1 point. The total value of the four
cards is calculated using addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division to reach 24 points. The winner takes all the cards, and then in the next round, two cards are played and the loser

plays one. I divided the cards into three piles. My aunt probably thought she could easily beat us two little brats, so she confidently picked
the pile with the fewest cards.

Then, she was quite annoyed to discover that whenever four cards could make 24 points, Ning Que and I could almost always
answer within 5 seconds, until she ran out of cards. She hadn't won a single round, and then watched
as Ning Que and I played, each winning and losing. After Ning Que won all his cards, we'd start a new round. But she
was really bad at this game; in the third round, we'd given her two-thirds of our cards, and she still hadn't won a single round.

Auntie was a little surprised to see Ning Que win three rounds in a row. I, however, thought it was normal. I said
Ning Que was quick-witted, and usually when we played together, he'd take one card from me when he won, and I'd take two from him when I won.

Auntie probably realized for the first time how smart Ning Que was; she seemed very happy and said she was
n't having fun and wouldn't play with us anymore. She said she'd go buy some groceries and cook dinner for us in the inn's self-service kitchen,
letting us play by ourselves. After

Auntie left, Ning Que's expression was a little strange. He asked me if I remembered him. I said I definitely remembered when we first started playing this
game .

It was during winter break in first grade, I think. While other kids were still learning addition and subtraction, my mom
had already taught me simple multiplication, and I taught Ning Que that too. After we both memorized the multiplication tables, we
started playing this game.

But back then, Ning Que was really slow and always lost. When I won, I'd flick his forehead, scratch his
nose, and later I'd spank his bottom. Then I realized it didn't hurt through his clothes, so I'd pull down his pants and spank his
bottom. This went on until third grade, when I felt it wasn't very civilized, so I changed it to spanking his palms.

Ning Que blushed a little: "You're always the one spanking me, I've never spanked you."

Ah, Ning Que actually had this mischievous idea. Today, when he was blow-drying my hair, he stared at me so intently
. When we walked on the beach, he timidly let me hold his hand. He's starting to like me, isn't he?

I secretly smiled, my eyes crinkling, and said to him, "Want to play? Win a round and get ten hits."

Ning Que immediately nodded. We each got ten cards, and I won two at a time, while he won one. He
quickly lost all his cards; he must have been cheating and wasn't concentrating.

I unceremoniously pushed him onto the bed, pulled down his shorts, and hit him hard ten times. Ning Que was
tough enough not to utter a sound.

In the second round, Ning Que won. I simply lifted my shorts and lay down on the bed, waiting for Ning Que to hit me.
Then Ning Que hit me hard. I looked back at him, a little puzzled, "Aren't you going to take them off?"

Ning Que didn't speak, looking a little embarrassed. Then he actually put his hand on the edge of my underwear and
tremblingly pulled it down. My buttocks were completely exposed in front of him. I knew my face was red too, and I could
feel it getting hot. It turns out I can still be shy.

I buried my head in the blanket, not looking behind me, when a crisp, loud sound rang out. Ouch! I cried out. Ning
Que seemed a little nervous and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

I shook my head. "It's okay, there are still eight more."

Then another slap came, not as hard as before. I let out a soft groan. It was such a strange feeling.
Why did I feel this way? It hurt, but it was also somewhat comfortable. I even secretly hoped that Ning Que
would continue hitting me.

Ning Que seemed to realize that I wasn't in pain, and the next slap was of the same force.

What was going on? Why was it so stimulating? I actually wanted him to hit me a few more times, or to
rub my hands.

In the end, I didn't say anything. Ning Que helped me pull up my underwear. I stood up and turned to look at him. His face was very red, and
my own face was also hot. This wasn't good, was it? I felt a little guilty and asked Ning Que, "Want to play some more?"

Ning Que also looked guilty. "How about we play slapping hands instead?" I nodded.

Even when playing hand-slapping, Ning Que seemed distracted, losing several rounds in a row. Perhaps it hurt too much from my
slaps , because after finally winning one round, he took my hand and slapped it with all his might.

When Auntie returned from grocery shopping, Ning Que had just slapped three times and was about to slap her fourth. Seeing how
hard he was hitting, Auntie was very dissatisfied and said, "You brat, how can you bully Shan Shan like this?" Then she picked Ning Que up.
She went to cook for her.

I stayed in my room, secretly pleased. I'd slapped Ning Que's palms dozens of times, and he'd only slapped me a few times—what a bargain
! Suddenly, I remembered the feeling of him spanking me at the beginning, and my face flushed again.

So this is what growing up is like. I've really started to like Ning Que, and I'm starting to feel happy because of intimate gestures
. I remember sometimes watching kisses in TV dramas; will Ning Que and I be like that someday?

That night, my aunt slept in one bed, I slept in another, and Ning
Que slept on the floor. Then, that night, when I got up groggily to go to the bathroom, I accidentally stepped on Ning Que's head.

I must have stepped on his nose; it hurt his foot, and Ning Que screamed in pain. My aunt was also awakened and turned on the light to
check on Ning Que before she was relieved. I felt a little embarrassed for taking Ning Que's
bed come and sleep with me
. I don't think I've slept with him since that time I accompanied him to the hospital in third grade. My aunt is quite plump and has to sleep in a bed by herself, but Ning Que and I are both quite thin, so the bed is big enough for us.

However, I was a little nervous when I made this suggestion. This afternoon, when he spanked
me , I felt a mix of excitement and sweetness. I wondered if he would
secretly pinch my bottom when we slept together in the same bed. I secretly had a strange feeling of anticipation.

Ning Que's face turned red instantly, and he refused repeatedly. I found it strange; hadn't we always slept in
the same bed since we were little? Why was he so afraid now?

Ning Que had no choice but to tell the truth: "Shan Shan, we're both grown up now. If a man and
a woman sleep together, you'll get pregnant."

Ah, right, that's what they always say on TV! I was stunned. We're both grown up now; we definitely
can't sleep together anymore. Just then, I heard my aunt laugh out loud. I looked at her in confusion. My aunt
smiled and said to us, "It's okay, it's okay, you two decide for yourselves."

I said, "Then let's forget it." I asked Ning Que, "How about we take turns sleeping in the bed?" Ning Que said it was fine; he was quite
comfortable sleeping on the floor, as long as I didn't step on him anymore.

There were no other recreational facilities here besides the sea. After being confined for a month by the Transformation Sect, Uncle Ning
came to pick us up and take us back to the city. My dad immediately enrolled us in tutoring classes to learn the junior high curriculum ahead of time. It seemed
the adults were really worried about us.

Junior high started, and Ning Que and I were indeed in the same class again. The teacher appointed me as class monitor on the first day.

Junior high was definitely different; there were many more courses, and the schedule was packed every day.

Ning Que's grades suddenly improved. In the first final exam, he ranked 5th in the class.
Uncle Ning was shocked and asked if Ning Que had cheated.

I told Uncle Ning the truth: Ning Que had always been particularly good at math and information technology, and this time he got
full marks His grades in English, history, and geography were also good; only his Chinese and moral education scores were a bit lower,
which were probably his true scores. At this point, I realized that Ning Que excelled in the subjects he was interested in. He wasn't stupid
at all ; he might even be smarter than me.

This idea was fully validated in the second year of junior high. After starting physics, Ning Que's advantage immediately
became apparent. He almost always got full marks on physics exams, and his scores in that subject were even better than mine.

This directly led to the failure of our class's strike in the second semester of the second year.

Our physics teacher was extremely bad—he stuttered, lacked logical thinking, had a terrible temper, poor teaching performance, had a very bad relationship with
the students , and often resorted to unreasonable corporal punishment. Finally, in the second semester of the second year, a
very well-behaved student in the class was verbally abused and brought to tears. Ning Que led more than half of the boys in the class in a strike demanding a change of
physics teacher. It was then that I realized how popular Ning Que was among the boys.

However, as the class monitor, I couldn't let Ning Que act recklessly. I wrote a letter demanding a change of physics teacher,
which was signed by all the students in the class, and submitted to the school's academic affairs office. Then I ordered Ning Que to bring all the boys back to class.

I was very angry about two things: First, the physics teacher was bad, but they could
n't . Second, even if they skipped class, they shouldn't have gone to the arcade.

So, led by Ning Que and me, we consciously skipped physics class and played
freely . The head of student affairs called me in and scolded me for a long time, even threatening to expel me. I stubbornly said that we
should change the physics teacher first. After my parents were notified, they surprisingly supported my actions,
saying that if it didn't work, I could transfer schools.

Then the school actually started evaluating the physics teacher's teaching, and during this period, another teacher was assigned to teach
us. Just when our strike was looking bright, something happened that led to a complete
reversal .

The results of the provincial physics Olympiad for the second year of junior high school came out. I won second prize, and Ning Que won first prize. Only
the two of us from the eight classes in the whole grade won awards...

The physics teacher suddenly became very assertive. It is said that at the school office meeting regarding this strike,
she slammed her on the table and said that among her students, the first provincial Olympiad gold medalist in the school's history had been produced. Who dared to say that her teaching level was low?

And because of this reason, the teacher was not changed in the end. The culprit, of course, was Ning Que, who set a school record by winning
the Olympiad gold medal. I led a few boys from my class to chase Ning Que around the playground. After pinning him down,
four or five of us lifted him up and slammed his butt against a tree with his legs wide open. Ning Que must have been in a lot of pain, because he screamed
and begged for mercy , saying he would never do it again and would deliberately get a zero next time.

I was furious. Next time would be right before the high school entrance exam; what good would it do to change the physics teacher then? So
I led the boys to continue slamming him against the tree.

After venting my anger, when I returned to the classroom for self-study, my deskmate Lingling quietly reminded me not to keep slamming Ning Que's private
parts like that, or I might break them and they'd be useless.

I didn't understand. It's just slamming his little penis, what does "useless" mean? She hesitated and
wouldn't answer. When I pressed her, she got a little annoyed: "You can't talk about this. You'll find out
when ."

Consummate marriage? Isn't consummate marriage just the bride and groom sleeping together? What does it have to do with his penis?
When I got home that night, I asked Ning Que, and he said he didn't know either.

The next day, I made Lingling explain it to me again. She was quite exasperated and asked, "Do you remember
that crooked poem you copied last semester?"

I said, "Yes, I remember. You told me not to pass it on to anyone, but you wouldn't explain why."
The poem was something I saw on my desk when Ning Que and I were in an Olympiad math class: "A ditch of grass and shrubs,
flowing all year round, no cows come to graze, but monks come to wash their hair." I thought it was quite funny, memorized it
after reading it once , and then recited it to Lingling when I got home. After listening, she gave me a strange look and told me not to tell anyone, saying
it was a very bad poem.

Lingling pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, "You've grown pubic hair down there, haven't you?
"

I hummed in agreement. Lingling said, "A ditch of grass and shrubs, that's you, you down there, understand?" Ah, I suddenly realized, so that's how it is. I silently recited the poem twice and then grabbed Lingling again: "Then
what about the monks washing their hair?"

Lingling slapped my hand away hard and refused to tell me anymore. I thought about it myself, and remembering what Lingling said
yesterday about it being unusable if it was broken, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: could the monk be referring to Ning Que's penis?

And what about washing his hair? I still didn't understand, but I already knew it was a shameful thing and
I couldn't ask anymore.

A few days later, I was given a demerit by the school, while Ning Que, the instigator of the strike, only received a
warning, which I guessed was because of his Olympiad gold medal.

The homeroom teacher talked to me and told me not to be the class monitor anymore. I nodded in agreement. I was actually prepared to be expelled
and transfer schools, but in the end, I only received a demerit, which was already very lenient.

Then, before the homeroom teacher had decided who would take over as class monitor, the results of the provincial math Olympiad came out. Ning
Que got first place, and I and a boy from another class got third place.

The school probably had never dealt with this situation before. The notices of punishment for Ning Que and me were posted on the school's blacklist
for a week before being taken down, leaving only the award notices on the red list. In the end, I was reinstated as class monitor
.

When the third year of junior high started, everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that our class had a new physics teacher, the best in the whole school, while the original
physics teacher stayed to continue teaching the second year of junior high. I was too young to understand why back then. It wasn't until years later,
when I casually mentioned it to Ning Que's mother, that my aunt laughed and said, "You two were
actually much more important to the school than that physics teacher. One was the school's only hope for the city's top scorer in the high school entrance exam, and the other
was the school's only Olympiad gold medalist. They didn't change teachers that time to maintain order, but
they'll definitely provide you with the best teaching resources in the new semester."

The intensity of study in the third year of junior high was significantly higher than the previous two years, and Ning Que and I truly grew up in that
year, because it was then that we understood what sex really was.

Before, the section on genitals in the biology textbook was very brief, but it still sparked my curiosity.

That day, I was rummaging through several boxes of old books on the balcony, looking for something to read at school.
I found a book called "Men and Women" at the bottom of one of the boxes. I picked it up and looked at the table of contents;
it was a translated popular science book, but much more detailed than the biology textbook. I put it under my pillow, intending to
read it that night.

Then, that night, I couldn't sleep. I think

I saw the section on male and female reproductive systems around 11 PM, and then, out of curiosity, I kept reading until
I came across that extremely shocking line: "A man's penis is fully erect, and then inserted into a woman's vagina.

" Huh? What's going on? I was so shocked my mind went completely blank. Then I heard my mother going to the bathroom outside
, so I quickly turned off the lamp and stuffed the book under my pillow. I absolutely couldn't let them
know this.

I lay on my pillow, wide-eyed, unable to sleep at all. This can't be real, right? Inserted into a woman's vagina?

Why would they do that? How could they do that, putting a man's urethra into a woman's urethra? How
disgusting! This can't be real, right?

More than an hour has passed, and my mind is still a mess, with no sleepiness whatsoever. I quietly
got out of bed, grabbed a flashlight, and then crawled back under the covers to continue reading the book, carefully
reading each word. I read the part about a man ejaculating, then the sperm and egg uniting to form a fertilized egg. I
flipped to the front, to the anatomical diagrams of the man (longitudinal) and the woman (cross-section), and saw that the lengths of the penis and vagina were perfectly matched,
allowing the sperm to reach the uterus. I began to believe that what the book said was true.

I closed the book, thought about it carefully, and confirmed that I was right. Penis insertion is necessary so that the sperm
can swim smoothly to the uterus and fertilize the egg; therefore, this is essential for having a child.

My memory is perhaps too good, almost photographic, which makes learning Chinese and English very easy,
but this night it brought me immense trouble. With my eyes closed, those lines of text floated before my eyes,
impossible to shake off. I don't know how long it took before I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day after school, I stopped Ning Que in a secluded spot and asked him, "Do you know
how men and women have children?" Ning Que shook his head in confusion. I told him to come to my house to study that night, and I'd show him a book. Ning Que nodded

again, still puzzled , and then he came over after dinner. Although my parents never directly entered my room, I was still cautious, placing a large reference book on top and showing Ning Que the smaller copy of "Men and Women." I saw the shock on Ning Que's face. Ning Que asked me, "Shan Shan, is this true?" I said yes, pointing to the section on fertilization and explaining it to him. Ning Que looked surprised, then hesitated for a while before asking, "Shan Shan, can I borrow the book?" I thought for a moment; the book was an antique from the early 1980s. My parents had it sealed away in a box and definitely wouldn't read it again, so lending it to Ning Que shouldn't be risky. Then, Ning Que took the book and returned it to me more than a week later. I angrily hit Ning Que on the head with the book: "Look at the side of the book! Everything else is brand new, but this chapter is all yellowed and blackened being read so many times. What will my parents do if they see this?" Ning Que blushed and didn't dare to speak. Then, that year, Ning Que and I suddenly grew distant. Whenever I saw him, I would think of an erect penis penetrating me, and it felt so strange. Even holding his hand or putting my arm around his shoulder felt uncomfortable. Ning Que also deliberately avoided certain physical contact. Sometimes, if I accidentally touched him, he would blush and become flustered.

This situation continued until the summer after we graduated from junior high school. After the high school entrance exam, Ning Que and I both got into
top high schools. I ranked first in the district, and Ning Que ranked in the top 20 in his school. When choosing between No. 1 High School and Shishi High School,
we ultimately chose Shishi High School because it was closer to home, just around the corner, without even having to cross the street…

That summer was quite different from before. Ning Que and I seemed to have grown somewhat distant.
When we weren't in tutoring classes, he would play his games, and I would read my books. Then, perhaps one time, Ning Que played so much that he forgot to eat and sleep, and
his uncle grabbed him by the ear and handed him over to me, asking me to supervise and discipline him every day.

Ning Que probably never imagined that this time, he would open such a huge window for us.

During the day, my parents weren't home, but Ning Que seemed a little afraid to talk to me, obediently
reading , while I couldn't concentrate at all.

Because I finally understood what was going on in that book. That summer, for the first time, I disobeyed
my teacher's warning and read romance novels online. Then, it seemed I saw a whole new world.
So this was what sex was; so this was what pleasure between men and women could be.

From that moment on, my deepest fantasies about men and women changed from kissing to caressing and
sex. I had a very strange dream once; I dreamt that I was snuggled up with Ning Que, then woke up feeling
strange, and I really wanted to hug Ning Que. I didn't know what Ning Que was thinking, but seeing his guilty and
awkward expression, he was probably thinking something naughty too.

That day, I finally couldn't resist my impulse and curiosity. I pulled Ning Que to the bedside and told him
I wanted to see what was written in that book. Then, without saying a word, I pulled off his shorts and underwear. That little penis I'd seen so many times
as a child seemed to have changed except for being a bit bigger.

I curiously fiddled with it, asking him how it could possibly go in when it was so soft. Ning Que didn't speak,
nor did he need to, because in just a few dozen seconds, his penis had grown longer and harder.
I looked at Ning Que, his face flushed, holding that hot thing—which could no longer be called a penis, but rather a genital
—and curiously stroking it. Ning Que looked like he was enjoying it.

Less than a minute later, Ning Que's penis suddenly swelled again, and then streams of liquid spurted
out , landing on the sheets, the floor, and my hands.

I looked at the white liquid and frowned, asking, "Is this semen?" Ning Que nodded.
Remembering something from a novel, I asked him, "Was it good?" Ning Que nodded again.

I raised my hand to my nose and smelled it; there was a strange, fishy smell. I frowned and said, "It's disgusting."

Ning Que looked at me, not daring to speak. I continued, "You can't do this kind of thing again." Ning Que
nodded , then pulled up his shorts and helped me clean up the stains on the floor and bed.

But for some reason, even though it was disgusting, a few days later I was really curious and
wanted to do it again. I pushed Ning Que onto the bed, took off his shorts, and ejaculated on him with my hand. Ning Que's
face turned red, but he didn't resist at all.

This summer vacation, I made Ning Que ejaculate like this six times, the last time once in the morning and
once . The afternoon time, Ning Que was a little scared and told me that it wasn't good. He felt like his body
would become weak after ejaculating, which would affect his health and studies. He always felt very guilty after he finished, and he
would try to refrain from doing it if he could.

I said "oh," but I still couldn't resist my curiosity, so I negotiated with him that this was the last time, and that we absolutely couldn't do it
after . Ning Que agreed. This afternoon time, it took me a long time to ejaculate. I
watched his penis twitch as he ejaculated, and I didn't find it so disgusting anymore.

Once, when I was touching Ning Que with my hand, he impulsively grabbed my shoulder and leaned in
close. I didn't know what he wanted to do—kiss me or do *that*—but no, I wasn't
that kind of bad girl; I couldn't do those things at such a young age.

I firmly refused Ning Que, and he probably felt guilty too, immediately letting go of my hand and allowing me to continue doing what was actually far more
indecent than kissing.

I think this was the most intimate contact we'd ever had. From then on, the barrier between us completely disappeared, and we
finally returned to our previous state. I no longer felt awkward when he held my hand; instead, I felt a sweet warmth.

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