[Tales of Pyramid Schemes] (01-11) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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When a thirsty person has no hope of finding water, it is easily deceived by mirages, and
searches aimlessly in desert after desert.

—(India) Tagore

Those who rely on elaborate formalities to maintain appearances are precisely what foolish people are infatuated with; shallow wit
deceives both fools and wise men, but once tested, their bubbles burst.

—(England) Shakespeare

Chapter One: A Friend's Call

I had just finished showering and was lying naked on the straw mat in my rented room, ready for a fierce battle—Xin'er
had already finished showering and was drying her hair in the living room, her curly-haired yellow dog fast asleep in front of the sofa
. My manhood was already erect and ready, but what I received was a call from Ma Biao. I had
n't , and I hadn't received a call from him until I graduated from university. This made me very excited,
just like my erect penis.

"Hey bro, how's it going over there?" Ma Biao greeted me in his usual teasing tone.
His voice, thin and slightly effeminate, hadn't changed at all. That one "bro" was so warm and powerful, lifting
the veil of those bygone years.

Xin'er creaked open the door and then slammed it shut behind her. Looking at my naked body, she untied the belt around her waist
with a half-smile The gossamer-thin bathrobe floated down from her perfect shoulders, brushing against
her exquisite white body, and landed lightly and obediently at her feet.

"Uh..." I hesitated for a moment. Xin'er moved gracefully, reaching for the bamboo mat.
In the dim, swaying light from the distance, she slowly and beautifully crawled towards me, like a
cat that had spotted a mouse lurking nearby.

"Not bad!" I answered confidently, not wanting to tell him that I was
working at a fast food restaurant called "Kebiji," doing the menial job of coating frozen chickens that had been killed, earning about a thousand
yuan .

My cat caught my distracted mouse, which had also been listening to the phone and had let its guard down. In
that instant of inattention, it was caught by my cat's soft, warm paws. Only
when it was held tightly around the waist by those slender claws and couldn't escape did it realize that its fate was now in someone else's hands.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a sigh of disappointment towards my careless mouse
. If the landlady's sexually frustrated, voluptuous wife heard this sound, she would mistake it for
a moan of pleasure.

"Where are you?" I asked Ma Biao, my tone relaxed. I had called his home, and his mother said
he was probably still in Jilin, meaning she wasn't quite sure.

"Houma, you know?" He said it as if "Houma" had to be a household name, as if everyone
had to know that place to be considered proper. Xin'er was silently and gently stroking it, the foreskin
scraping the glans with delicate rhythm—my poor mouse! It was straining with all its might,
its body trying to slip away from the cunning cat's grasp, its forehead glistening with sweat in the dim light streaming in from the window
.

"What Houma? Oh…" My breathing became uneven. Xin'er's hand was like a bewitched soft
flesh, clinging to me, sometimes close, sometimes far. The poor mouse struggled desperately, looking ridiculous and powerless, but it
kept struggling, kept growing…this stubborn mouse!

"Never heard of it. Just tell me which province it is?" I said quickly and smoothly, hoping Ma Biao
would think I was listening attentively. I've always disliked his tone—that boastful
tone from beginning to end. I'm not some frog in a well; of course, the place I don't know must be some obscure, nobody-known place.

"Shanxi? You boast about your historical knowledge? Houma City, Xintian Square, the location of the capital of the Jin State!" Ma
Biao teased me as he introduced Houma. Back in high school, I was indeed much better at humanities than him, while he
often couldn't even write a complete paragraph. Even when he did, it was childish,
laughable —but what did this "capital of the Jin State" have to do with me? It has absolutely
nothing me. My "capital" isn't there. My "capital" is below Xin'er's belly, between her legs,
amidst that tender and alluring soft hair, built in the devil's swamp—all made of warm, fragrant, and soft jade piled up. My hand's
footsteps are running along the smooth, white, curved path towards there.

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing there?" I quickly interrupted him, afraid that his incessant chatter
would hinder my hand from reaching my "capital" in a timely and smooth manner.

"Working at Houma International Shipping, doing procurement," he replied. Upon hearing the word "international,"
I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, a surge of restlessness welling up inside me. Perhaps it was because Xin'er had released my desires
—that rat straightened up, removed the rubber glove from its wrist, and gathered its head of black hair, which exuded the fresh scent of shampoo,
and tied it up.

"That's great!" I sincerely congratulated him on finding a good job, unlike me who could only make a living by doing odd
jobs , my resumes disappearing without a trace like stones sinking into the sea. "Cough..." Seeing
the small, dark triangular "capital" between my legs, just above my thick penis, I couldn't help but swallow and
cough lightly—a flame in my chest was about to leap out of my throat.

"It's all thanks to Old Li! If it weren't for him, I'd still be drifting around." Old Ma said with a sense of relief.
Old Ma was a graduate of Jilin University with a bachelor's degree in Electronic Physics and Materials Science.

"Oh my! The..." My fingertips reached the gate of the "capital," where it was trembling and flowing with
warm, excited "tears," making the rows of thorns by the gate wet and sticky, as if
this empty "capital" was waiting for its king to return.

"Old Li!" I could hardly believe my ears. I raised my voice to drown out Xin'er's moans—she
was arching her back to welcome the "sentinel" who had come to scout ahead, giving him the warmest greeting, expressing her longing for the King, and
pleading with this most dutiful "sentinel" to convey her naked longing to the King's senses—Old Li and Old Ma were
good friends, I was good friends with Old Ma, but Old Li and I were just nodding acquaintances. Old Li wasn't old, nor did he have
a beard (perhaps he always shaved it clean), and he wasn't very tall. His hairy, ugly face had a
mature and dignified expression, and he walked with his hands behind his back and a hunched back like a little old man—hence the name "Old Li."
His real name is Li Zhuoyou, which is one of the more fitting nicknames Xiao Yi gave him.

"Is he there too?" I'd heard that Lao Li was the most successful among us, a top student who graduated from Nankai University with a degree in
chemistry and had a well-paying job in Shanghai. That was all I knew about him
.

"Yeah, he passed the civil service exam and is a manager at Houma International. I'll take the exam after the New Year and
show ." Lao Ma excitedly announced his plans, his tone full of his usual envy of Lao Li. Years ago
, I'd told him that this sounded a bit like obsequious flattery. "I'm just a probationary clerk now
. Only after passing the civil service exam will I be a permanent staff member," he added.

"You little bastards, you're causing trouble. I'll quit my job and join you guys!" I felt like I was
the worst off. Xiao Yi was a quality inspector at a plastics manufacturing company in Qingdao. He had the worst grades among us
and went to the worst university. With Xin'er's tacit permission, my fingertips gently sank in
, fiddling with the small pink inner door—pink being the color that came to mind.
The light coming in from afar was too dim, and the curtains were swaying and obscuring the view, so I couldn't see the true pink color.
I could only vaguely make out the cute crack, slightly whitish, like part of a tiny willow-leaf dagger,
starkly different from the surrounding colors.

"Great! Great! I was just thinking about that too!" I wasn't surprised at all by Lao Ma's reaction. "
Didn't promise to work hard together after graduation? This way we can be together again." Lao Ma said excitedly.
We did make that promise when we graduated, but it was just a casual remark, and we'd long forgotten about it.
It seems we really are destined for each other. Just as the "sentinel" was about to recklessly burst through the inner gate, eager to enter
the colorful city—the "sentinel" heard the clamor of desire within the city from outside, but
was grabbed by Xin'er's hand, tightly gripped and pulled away, as if the gatekeeper were saying, "If the king does not enter, who dares to trespass?"
The "sentinel" had no choice but to leave dejectedly, returning to report to the king. The king remained silent with great confidence, his expression as if
saying, "Wait a little longer! It will come." As if it had long been familiar with that little scheme of "playing hard to get."

"Let's see? I haven't even been working for a few days yet!" I was just making things up, my mind elsewhere. I
withdrew my hand, and Xin'er's shapely, smooth upper body was exposed without restraint in the flickering light. Her two firm
breasts stood proudly upright, and she awkwardly moved her full hips toward my penis—I had
finally found this job, and I had only worked for five days. I was just about to settle down and do it properly. How could I just
quit like that? Besides, after four years of university, I had gotten used to the climate and food of this beautiful mountain city, and I was used to
the bright and warm sunshine. Moreover, I was in love—I had just gotten a girl, and I didn't want
to leave anytime soon.

"What are you looking at? Come on over here." Old Ma said impatiently. I understood his feelings;
we had been through thick and thin together. "You bastard, do you have a woman?!" Old Ma guessed right away.
I was already used to it; it turned out he knew me inside and out, practically like a mind reader.

I quickly straightened up and backed away. When I had nowhere left to retreat, I was already leaning against the headboard.
Xin'er stretched out her slender arms and put them on my shoulders, crawling on her knees and pressing closer... "What nonsense are you talking about?
I can't even support myself, how can I still do that kind of thing?" Half of what I said was true. I reached out and placed my hand on Xin'er's full
left breast, indicating that she should come over after she finished the phone call.

Xin'er understood my meaning. One hand reached for my raging scepter of life, gently grasping
and soothing it. Her other hand pressed my fingers against my breasts, preventing them from leaving, guiding the fingertips
to press against the hard, small nipples. My palm, as if drawn by magic, involuntarily
caressed her rounded breasts, like touching two plump velvet balls… Her breathing
quickened in her throat. She straightened her back, tilted her head back, and exhaled directly at the chandelier on the ceiling, trying to thrust her chest towards my
hand, towards my face… "Hey, bro, come over here. Hamburgers and foreign girls, take your pick,
I've got it all covered." Old Ma's words amused me. Perhaps the most delicious thing he could think of was a hamburger
, as if all foreign girls were born for him. This seemingly upright and righteous guy
might still be a virgin!

"That's all you're good for. You can keep it for yourself and enjoy it slowly."
I snorted and squeezed Xin'er's breast hard. Xin'er cried out, "Ah..." "

What are you doing? Watching porn?" Old Ma heard a woman's cry and chuckled as he
asked me.

"No... you must have misheard. It's a bit hot!" I was completely lying. July in Chongqing is
scorching hot. If
the air conditioning wasn't on, the sweat on my body would be pouring down my skin. Seeing that we were talking endlessly, Xin'er shook off my hand that was holding her breast,
angrily got up from the bed, jumped off the bed, and climbed to the window to look at the night view outside. Her slender
, white body was on the windowsill, her long, smooth legs and supple, full buttocks
looked at me mockingly, gleaming with a faint white light, with beautiful, simple, and elegant curves.

"You should come over here. My life is a hundred times better than yours! I can have
any , and I have plenty of time. Good brothers are supposed to 'share the good times and the bad,' right?"
Old Ma kept rambling on and on. I could almost see him pounding his chest with his fist, making a loud "thump"
sound—he always did that when he wanted people to believe him.

"I really can't get away. Besides, I haven't been paid and I have no money. How can I come?" My face
flushed as soon as I said it. Although I lied, it was the truth; I didn't know how I was going to pay the rent this month. I don't
believe in foreign women, nor do I expect to sleep with them, but I do believe that if you have money, your selection of women
will be much wider, and countless examples have proven this.

"Those who do great things shouldn't be bothered by trifles. Forget about that little bit of salary, I'll cover it for you when you come
here
, okay? If you need money, just say so. We're family, why are you being so formal?!" Old Ma's words made me sweat. He was still as generous as ever! But my Xin'er was angry. What should I do? I wished I
could end .

"No need for that, I'll come as soon as I get paid, is that alright?" I couldn't resist Lao Ma's
enthusiastic invitation, so I had to compromise. Maybe he'd hang up now? I'll think about it again in a month.
I want to stay in this gentle haven a little longer. Besides, I need to discuss this with Xin'er.

"Okay, then we should keep in touch. My phone is usually unreachable during work hours, but
I'm free at noon and in the afternoon," Lao Ma said. This made me think their company was so professional;
they didn't even allow phone calls during work hours. That's what a "big company" should be like!

"Okay, I got it, bye!" I finally got rid of that damn phone call and quickly jumped out of bed to go
to the windowsill.

Chapter Two: Groans from the Windowsill

"Aren't you going to make a call?" Xin'er didn't turn around, continuing to look at the lights of the apartment across the street and complaining.

"Sigh, it's been so many years since we last met. These are my old 'best buddies'!" I was still reminiscing about our
pure , but you could still hear the apology in my voice. Xin'er's
slender waist, her round, plump buttocks, and her taut, straight legs, like a compass forming an "8" pinned to
the windowsill , made my head buzz. My throbbing erection, which had been softening, seemed to see the
white, fleshy mound between her thighs and quickly hardened.

"So tell me, is your 'best buddy' more important or am I?" Xin'er asked without turning her head, her
shameless question no longer revealing any anger.

"Is that even a question? Of course, you're more important!" Actually, at that moment, I couldn't tell which was more important. I
tried to press myself against her back; her skin was as smooth as silk, warm and radiating heat. In
daylight, her skin would appear a milky white.

"You smooth talker..." Xin'er finally turned her head, her eyes gleaming with lust.
I gripped that king of desire, and thrust it along the cleft of her buttocks, trying to force my way into that "
capital but I missed. I merely pierced the crevice of her flesh, skimming over the edge, where it was already soaking wet
and filthy.

"Ah!" Xin'er let out a short scream, caught off guard by the sudden attack. "
It's always like this, you come without even telling me!" Xin'er complained as she tried to turn around.

"Just like that!" I quickly pressed her shoulders to prevent her from turning. Xin'er obediently turned her head towards
the window , spreading her legs wider and sticking her buttocks up, looking completely at me, ready to do as I pleased. I could even
see that bright and lovely crevice in the dim light. My throat was parched,
gurgling . I raised my scepter of desire, rubbing it back and forth at the warm, moist crevice, sometimes like
a dragonfly skimming the water—gently and shallowly sinking in and quickly withdrawing; sometimes like a raging dragon stirring the sea—deeply
burying my glans in the crevice, grasping it and stirring aimlessly with my hand. A series of clear "chirping" sounds came from inside,
the petals were turned inside out, and the sticky, slippery love juice soaked my glans.

"Stop it, it's so itchy inside, hurry... hurry up and come in..." she said, biting her lower lip and turning her head away.

"What for?" I asked deliberately, my hand still moving, stirring even more frantically, until her
legs uncomfortably pulled together.

"Ah...please...come in to stop the itch, put your big cock in...put it in!" Xin'er gasped, her words
broken
. "It's so itchy inside...so itchy, it's killing me!" She started moaning incoherently.

"Will it stop itching when it comes in?" I said in a low, hoarse voice, as if the sound was being
squeezed out from the depths of my abdomen. The head of my penis was tickled by the soft petals and downy hairs.

"Mmm, put it in, put it in quickly, it won't itch when it comes in..." She started to wriggle her hips restlessly,
rubbing against the head of my penis.

"My darling, I'm coming!" I took a step back, gripped her waist, and
looked down.

"Please, you bastard, my darling." She was impatient, reaching out blindly
for my thick, lustful scepter, trying to grab it.

I freed one hand to grasp hers, preventing her from controlling my desire. This time, I wanted to
choose to , not be led in by her. My other hand pressed firmly against her restless, swaying
buttocks. I took a step forward, slightly lowering my waist, and brought my thick, throbbing member closer to that
lovely crevice. With a powerful thrust, I plunged into that soft mound of flesh, all the way in.

"Ugh..." she groaned softly, the sound like it was squeezed out between her teeth. I
felt a warm rush instantly envelop my hard, burning member. The surrounding flesh walls pressed tightly against me,
leaving no gaps. Inside, it was just the right tightness, warm and slippery, like amniotic fluid.
The "King" had finally returned to the "capital," and I was certain this was its best resting place, far superior to
the

I tried to let it rest for a moment inside her tender flesh, but it felt like I was on a speeding
train , unable to stop its momentum. I involuntarily began thrusting,
thrusting endlessly.

She first let out a muffled groan, then covered her mouth to keep quiet—perhaps she realized
the neighbors could hear, and I even suspected the sneaky voyeurs in the opposite apartment could hear too—her
face was turned towards the opposite apartment, her mouth emitting suppressed "ooh-ooh" moans muffled by her hand, joyfully
swaying her hips to receive the chaotic impact.

"Mmm...so hot...so uncomfortable..." she turned her head and softly sang her feelings, her alluring eyes
twinkling like stars in the night sky, her lips half-open, exhaling fragrant breath in a daze, her hands clinging limply to
the windowsill.

"Still itchy? Still itchy? Hmm?" I asked her as I thrust in and out. She didn't answer, but let out a soft moan
and turned her head away, her beautiful hair flying, strands of black hair falling loosely onto her shoulders and neck. I used my hard, prominent
penis to advance and retreat recklessly in the warm, wet swamp, swaying left and right. She twisted
her hips , turning in circles to meet my thrusts, as if she were a child playing on the edge of a cliff, jumping and hopping
, as if it would fall off the cliff if I didn't stop it from going off.

I could only feel the folds of flesh inside her vagina expanding, wriggling and extending, the trembling tentacles layer by layer...
She enveloped me tightly, clinging to my penis as if by magic, preventing it from leaving her warm, sticky
nest . Waves of pleasure rippled from the tip of my glans, her love juices gushing out,
wetting it with a "splat" sound, soaking my pubic hair and testicles, as well as her white, round
mounds and downy pubic hair.

We were still somewhat reserved—afraid that the neighbors upstairs and downstairs, and the landlord's wife, would hear—so we dared not make
too much . I breathed heavily in a low, hoarse voice, while she tilted her head back and murmured softly, making "hissing"
sounds of pleasure, trembling as she moaned softly.

I thrust in and out like a madman, gritting my teeth to endure the tingling sensation from the tip of my glans, a sensation like
an electric assaulting every nerve in my body. After a long while, and countless rounds, she suddenly
began to writhe wildly, as if having an epileptic seizure. Her throat made gurgling sounds, every muscle in her body tensed
, and she rose on her tiptoes, stretching her head back and upward with all her might. Her vagina seemed to convulse.

"It's coming! It's coming!" she cried out hoarsely, shaking her hair wildly.

I finally heard her fervent call, and quickly roused myself, thrusting rapidly and forcefully,
plunging deep into the gushing mud, then pulling it out completely, only to plunge it back in again.

"Ugh...waaaah...ah...ahhh...don't stop!" She cried out uncontrollably, all her previous restraint and repression
gone . "Brother Yu! Husband Yu...hurry up, hurry up, it's coming!" I
was like a wolf that hadn't eaten for days and nights, working tirelessly without stopping. The sounds of my thighs "slap...slap" echoed like
a machine gun , mixed with moans that reverberated in the room, through the crack in the door, into the living room,
into the landlord's room, and even into the apartment building across the street,
spreading —someone started whistling in cheers. I was just a little bit away from sending my Xin'er—
my lover—to the paradise of bliss! I absolutely couldn't stop, I absolutely couldn't fail at the last minute.

A warm current gathered in Xin'er's tense limbs, deep between her legs, ready
to erupt like magma at any moment. My whole body was drenched in sweat, as if I'd just taken a shower, and Xin'er wasn't much better off
—my hand, gripping her buttocks, almost slipped several times due to the lubrication of her hot sweat.

"Oh God, I'm dying, dying..." she suddenly stiffened, her body frozen in place, only the
tender flesh trembling and twitching, the inner walls contracting in waves... I quickly pulled back, the two of us
separating with a loud "plop"—the
same sound as when I'd strained to pull my finger out of a glass bottle as a child. I had so ruthlessly taken away
the feeling .

"No..." she cried out in a drawn-out tone, tilting her head back and sobbing incessantly. I looked
down at his penis, panting heavily. It was shiny and throbbing, pulsating rapidly forward.
The pent-up, hot fluid of desire finally gushed out, shooting out repeatedly, hitting her
thighs, the wall below the windowsill, and the floor with loud "slap slap" sounds.

Xin'er's body was as limp as a puddle of mud, collapsing like a deflated balloon
, languishing weakly against the windowsill, turning her sweaty head to look at me, still panting.
I carried her limp, noodle-like body back to bed, carefully combing her long, silky
hair . Everything around us became hazy and indistinct, time seemed to slow down, almost
standing still…

Chapter Three: The Passionate Fare

Less than a month after Ma Biao's text message, that morning, Xin'er and I had just finished breakfast and were getting ready
for work when Lao Ma called again early in the morning: "Have you been paid yet? When are you coming?"

"Not yet, but I'll go get it right away, I don't know if I'll get the money." This time I was starting to consider
going. Last night, I had argued with my boss over a trivial matter, all over
whether I should lift that damn hot, heavy oil pan down. He threatened to kick me out, and I threatened to get my money and leave immediately.

"Are you really going to Houma?" Xin'er asked me seriously as soon as I hung up the phone.

"Well… you see, the wages here are so low, it's not even enough…" I said hesitantly,
undecided .

"Isn't there me?" Xin'er said. She works at a milk tea shop next to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China across the street, and
her salary is much higher than mine.

"I think I should earn more money, especially since you send money home every month!" I felt a little
embarrassed. Xin'er had really helped me a lot all along, you could even say she saved
me during my most difficult time. She's a very frugal girl, and she sends her younger brother, who's in school, a fixed amount of 1,000 yuan every month. I've been a burden on her
to some extent , and I think if I ever become successful, I'll definitely
repay her properly.

"So you're thinking of going? Is your 'best buddy' reliable?" Xin'er is always very
thoughtful .

"We've been friends for many years. Li Zhuoyou graduated from Nankai University, and Lao Ma graduated from Jilin University.
We've helped each other since high school, we're practically brothers, so there shouldn't be any
problems." I was pretty sure about that. True friendship is like water, pure and simple. In those years of scarcity,
we walked shoulder to shoulder, we can be considered friends in adversity.

"What about me? What am I supposed to do? Don't you want me anymore?" Xin'er pouted.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If I didn't want you, I would have left you a long time ago, why wait until now?" I said.

"I don't care, I want to go with you..." Xin'er acted like a spoiled brat, shaking her head in an extremely cute way.

"I didn't want you to go, but our current situation doesn't allow it!" I held Xin'er's head against my chest,
gently patting her back to comfort her.

"I just want to go, that 'foreign girl' thing, you can choose any, you'll go bad there..." Xin'er
even heard that, but it's understandable, I always put the phone on speakerphone in front of Xin'er, she
sees me completely, there's no need to keep any secrets.

"Don't talk about 'foreign girls,' even if a fairy descended from heaven, she can't compare to my sweetheart!"
At that time , in my eyes, Xin'er was the most beautiful.

"That's not necessarily true, 'foreign girls' have full figures, big breasts and big butts..." Xin'er said.
" I don't know where she saw that foreign women have big butts and big breasts.

" "Don't even mention it, foreign women have a pungent smell, it stinks!" I remembered
what my high school chemistry teacher said.

"How do you know that? Tell me the truth!" Xin'er suddenly became curious and alert.

"Oh... my high school chemistry teacher said it!" I was a little surprised by Xin'er's overreaction.

"Your chemistry teacher is really something, he's even slept with foreigners?" she said, as if only those who have slept with women
can smell a woman's body odor.

"You think so? You don't know, he smelled it when he was on the bus." I said, Xin'er
always exaggerates things.

"What did he say?" She became more and more curious and continued to ask.

"His exact words? He said: 'It stinks, it stinks, it smells like a calf, no wonder he always
likes to invent all kinds of cosmetics!', so it was to wipe away the smell..." I remembered
that's exactly what he said, and he even pinched his nose with his fingers in disgust on the podium.

"It smells so bad, I'm relieved!" Xin'er breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"To be honest, I'll miss you too, but we have nothing right now. Once I get there, find
a job , and a place to live, I'll come pick you up!"

"You're so sweet, I'll be waiting for you to come back and pick me up!" Xin'er pressed her ear happily against my heart, as if
she could already see us living a respectable life in Houma.

I put on my clothes and went downstairs to pay the bill. The process was surprisingly smooth; the shopkeeper calculated every penny clearly.
As I put the thousand-plus yuan into my bag, my text message beeped again. My bank card had another two hundred yuan—
it was Lao Ma again! He'd already transferred money to me twice for transportation; if I didn't go, I'd really be too ungrateful
.

I deposited the money into my card and gave it to Xin'er for rent and living expenses, keeping only two hundred yuan and some change—
it would be better once we got there. Xin'er packed a big bag of my autumn clothes—Old Ma said the weather there would be much cooler in the mornings and evenings
than in Chongqing—and a novel I was reading but hadn't finished yet—Hemingway's *The Garden of Eden*
—into my bag… I sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching her—her nimble figure
hopping around the room like a happy little bird. My heart felt like a jumbled mess of emotions, a mix of feelings.
If it weren't for this damned life, I wouldn't be able to leave her anytime soon. If people
could live well without eating or wearing clothes, I really wished we could build a nest in a beautiful, secluded place, a paradise far from the hustle and bustle
, until we died.

Xin'er got up early this morning and put on a black tank top and blue denim shorts
that barely covered her hips, making her slender figure look incredibly shapely. Every curve
of her body was on full display—her round, firm buttocks, her high, full breasts, her perfectly smooth, bare shoulders and ankles… I loved every inch of her
skin , even her pure and innocent soul. After getting ready, Xin'er looked up
at me, her beautiful oval face glistening with sweat, and stared at me for a while before finally grabbing the phone to call her boss and
ask for a day off.

After hanging up, Xin'er closed the door and turned back, saying, "What's wrong?
You look so miserable!"

"Sigh! I think I'll just not go. I'll try for another two months, and if I don't get a raise, I'll change jobs!"
I said weakly. It sounded easy, but finding a satisfactory job these days isn't so simple.
Even in a public restroom, all I encountered were undergraduate graduates. These past few years, universities have been recklessly expanding enrollment,
mass-producing "waste" that fills every corner of the city.

"What are you doing now? Don't waste such a good opportunity." Xin'er seemed like a different person, becoming
calm and rational.

"I won't see you there, and I'll be panicking," I said. I could imagine
the .

"Oh my, when did my brother become so sentimental? Who was just trying to comfort me
? And now he's changed his mind?" Xin'er giggled, her face beaming with happiness.
"I'm telling you, you're never decisive. Haven't you heard of 'A good man's ambition lies in all corners of the world'?"

"'Ambition lies in all corners of the world'? Do you think I dare mention 'ambition lies in all corners of the world' now?" I said loudly.
I no longer pursued those once grand dreams; I'd become pathetic, making my dreams smaller and smaller.
The words "ambition lies in all corners of the world" filled me with regret.

"Why are you taking it out on me? Is it my fault that you're like this?" Xin'er retorted loudly, her gentle
appearance unable to conceal her fierce temperament.

"I...I didn't, I wasn't angry with you." I immediately realized I'd said the wrong thing, and my voice
softened. I knew that my current situation was entirely my own doing, and I had no one to blame but Xin'er.

"That's it..." Xin'er plopped down on the mattress, which creaked
and bounced a few times before stopping. I saw that tears were about to fall, so I lowered my head and tried my best to hold back my sobs
.

"I just can't bear to leave you!" I weakly blurted out the words I had been holding back, my voice trembling
slightly —I was most afraid of seeing Xin'er like this.

"You think I'd be willing to leave you?" Xin'er looked at me with teary eyes,
tears . "You're going to work, not doing anything else..."

"Okay, don't be sad. I'll come back to pick you up in a month at most!" I said. I planned to start
working there immediately, without delay, and bring Xin'er over as soon as I got paid.

"I don't care if you come back to pick me up! You'd better not come back!" Xin'er said fiercely,
wiping away the tears that had spilled from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, then turned her head and laughed. She was such a grown woman, yet her expression
changed as easily as a child's.

"Where else could I go if I didn't come back for you?" I said.

"You're coming back? There are plenty of girls in Shanxi who are better than me, and you're not bad looking either, and you have a good job
," Xin'er said.

"Look at you again, first 'foreign girl,' now 'Shanxi girl,' you tell me, which
'foreign girl' or 'Shanxi girl' is prettier than you?" I said anxiously.

"Really?!" Xin'er stared into my eyes with her kind, antelope-like eyes, as if trying to...
She looked into my heart through her eyes, staring so intently that it made my skin crawl.

"They say Chongqing is a city full of beautiful women, but I doubt there are many in this city who can compare to you!"
I quickly mustered my courage and stared back into her all-seeing gaze.

"Really?!" Xin'er still stared at me intently, making me speechless for a moment,
my whole body burning hot, beads of sweat forming on my nose.

"Anyway, you're the most beautiful in my heart, always will be..." I murmured to myself,
moving closer to her.

Chapter Four: An Unfillable Farewell

"You big liar... get away from me! It's so hot." A pink blush rose on Xin'er's face, and
fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Aren't you hot?!" I answered irrelevantly, changing the subject.

"No..." Xin'er lowered her head, fiddling with her delicate, bare feet.

I reached out and pulled her close, startling her into a soft "Mmm," her supple body
collapsing into my arms like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

"You're at it again. Wasn't last night enough?" Xin'er whispered in my arms, her
voice trembling with a delicate sweetness.

"I'll be gone for a month. I'm going to feed you well," I said, reaching out to stroke
the smooth skin between her thighs.

"I'm the one who's going to feed you well! You're not allowed to flirt with anyone over there..." Xin'er said,
leaning back .

I rolled over and pressed down on her, kissing her without warning. She opened her mouth to receive it, our lips
naturally meeting, our tongues entwining in a passionate kiss, greedily sucking each other, only
our nostrils flaring with heavy breaths.

"Xin'er, my darling, I love you so much, Xin'er," I murmured, opening my mouth to whisper sweet nothings.

"Me too, I like you so much too..." Xin'er's eyelashes were still wet, making her look even more
pitiful . I felt a surge of tenderness and couldn't resist leaning in to kiss those poor eyelashes again. Xin'er
giggled and shook her head, struggling to stop me from kissing her eyelashes. "It tickles..." she said.

I cupped her face to stop her from shaking it, and pressed my lips to her delicate lips. Our mouths were glued
together again, and we sucked with all our might, as if trying to draw each other into our bodies and become one.
Unconsciously , our four hands were busy rubbing each other all over our bodies at the same time.

My hand caressed her plump buttocks and slender waist, finally sliding like a snake down her abdomen and into
her jeans. The shorts were too tight at the waist, and my palm was constricted by her protruding mons pubis, unable to
extend . So, Xin'er unbuttoned her shorts, and my palm slipped inside smoothly, touching her plump,
soft, warm vulva, which was already soaking wet.

I joined my index and middle fingers together and inserted them into that tight, wet opening,
slowly into that devil's swamp. The tender flesh around the opening immediately trembled and warmly enveloped
me, the pressure making my fingers push even deeper in a provocative manner.

"Xin'er, are you itching and can't wait? It's so wet inside..." I said, pressing my palm against
the soft flesh of her little bun while letting my fingers explore inside.

"Mmm..." Xin'er moaned softly, lifting her weak buttocks to meet my touch while bending her legs
to pull her shorts up. I extended my fingers—covered in glistening nectar—and
pulled her shorts down to her knees, completely freeing her slender, long legs.

Xin'er spread her white, fleshy legs into a "W" shape, giving my fingers more room to maneuver. I plunged my fingers,
like a sword, into her bulging honeypot again, and at the same time, Xin'er covered her mouth and
cried The temperature inside her flower cave seemed even higher than before, almost burning my fingers. I straightened my fingers and
gently pressed my fingertips against the walls of her flesh, slowly thrusting in and out. The lubricating
fluid gathered in her honeypot, forming a warm pool that soaked my fingers.

Xin'er was already limp as a sheet of dough, whimpering and writhing on the bed, "No...no more...no more...
hurry up and put your big...big thing in! Darling!" I knew it wasn't the right time yet. Xin'er was in a
dazed state; she didn't yet understand when her body would need my final weapon.

I stretched out my fingers and climbed down to examine her flower garden closely. It was a rare treasure crafted by heaven!
Soft pubic hair was sparsely curled, gleaming with a honey-yellow sheen, like fine
threads Her lower abdomen was white and flat, like a piece of pure white, smooth brocade. Her vulva was white, tender, and round, plump and high
, like a freshly steamed white bun. It was truly a beautiful thing that everyone would find endearing, a
masterpiece of nature.

"You idiot, what's so interesting? Hurry up and put it in!" Xin'er looked at me with drunken eyes
. I smiled mischievously, my hand tracing upwards along her calf. Xin'er, panting softly, obediently leaned
back . When I touched her inner thigh, she trembled with excitement, her legs writhing uncomfortably
. When my fingertips touched the soft, plump, red, wrinkled flesh of her vulva, Xin'er's buttocks
involuntarily contracted as if electrocuted. Just

as I was about to part her wet, slightly parted, delicate labia—I saw
the fresh, glistening opening inside her vagina. Her thighs pressed tightly together, clamping my hand.
How could give up so easily? I pried her legs apart, exposing the bright red, glistening opening completely to my lips
. I couldn't resist leaning down to kiss it, licking it with my tongue. The warm, sticky fluid covered my
tongue and lips, wetting my short, stiff mustache. "Oh, oh, oh..." Xin'er couldn't help but moan softly.

My hands pressed her legs tightly against my chest, and I pressed my lips firmly against her lovely opening,
leaving no gap—Xin'er couldn't help but twitch her hips a few times in excitement. I continued to greedily lick her
delicate , brushing up and down the tiny folds of flesh, occasionally teasing her erect clitoris with the tip of my tongue;
the pads there had already subtly swelled up like little fingers—Xin'er felt a tingling sensation all over her body, her whole body trembling violently
like , her mouth uttering incoherent moans, a stream of love fluid overflowing, flowing down her perineum. I pulled Xin'er's legs off the bed, letting her full, firm buttocks rest on the edge of the bed, and
reached down to pull off...

Her own shorts—that hard thing sticking straight up, trembling and ready
to pounce

I bent down and picked up her two limp legs that were hanging off the bed,
lifting them onto my shoulders. I used my fingers to part the bright red cleft, and she eagerly reached out to guide my penis, aiming it at her moist, bright red
vaginal opening. I pulled her stiff vulva towards the cave, and when the head of my penis gently touched Xin'er's flesh,
I thrust my thick, hard penis all the way into her tender vagina. This wasn't the first time we'd played like this.
Every time I used this position, she would cry out in pleasure, and watching her shake her head and sway her hips
in was incredibly stimulating for me!

"Oh...oh...ah..." Xin'er cried out in pleasure, her cries like a moving melody. Xin'er
closed her eyes, comfortably enjoying my wanton thrusts, her legs tightly wrapped around my neck, as if afraid they
would slip off my broad shoulders. Xin'er was quite sensitive; with each movement, her juices flowed freely, and she
cried out loudly. Each thrust aroused my lust, and my large penis went wild, thrusting and pumping, causing
her bright red labia to rip and slap rhythmically.

After about two hundred thrusts, Xin'er's legs became weak and drooped off my shoulders. I
caught them and pushing them towards her chest, but she reached out and spread them apart. I saw
her swollen breasts trembling in her white tank top, so I reached down and pulled open her tank top, bra and all the way over
her chest . I gripped her slender waist and continued thrusting hard, her perfect hemisphere undulating like
waves , incredibly alluring.

"Ah...ah...ya! Oh...oh...yo!" Xin'er moaned, welcoming wave after wave of impacts,
her face already flushed and glistening with sweat, her hair a tangled mess with each swing of her head.

I was surprised that I hadn't ejaculated after hundreds of thrusts. I leaned down and
said to her, "Let's change positions!" Xin'er climbed off the bed, panting, and stuck her buttocks out at
me—such a large, white, jade-like mound! I felt that every part of Xin'er's body was exquisitely beautiful;
how concentrate so much beauty in one person? I had been captivated time and again by her snow-white body and
beautiful vulva—and now I thrust my wet penis into those tender petals from behind,
changing angles and pumping wildly, like a pile driver, ramming my penis into her again and again.

"Ah... Yu... I'm coming... I'm coming..." Xin'er screamed, her climax was almost here, and
my vigorous thrusting had finally paid off. The folds of flesh inside Xin'er's beautiful vulva contracted like a suction
cup , and my glans felt a tingling, itchy sensation. I quickly groaned and pulled away, a
thick stream of hot semen spraying violently onto her buttocks, some drops falling over her buttocks and onto her back.
At the same time , Xin'er's enchanting vulva opened and closed violently, "glug-glug"
spitting out milky nectar, then her whole body slumped against the edge of the bed, motionless.

We fell into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted, embracing each other. The scent of her body mingled with the fleshy aroma of her sweat;
our physical union was always so perfect, the blissful satisfaction indescribable. We
slept and woke, and upon waking, we did it again and again. She wanted more, and I gave in, until we were completely exhausted—as if trying
to fill the emptiness of the coming month.

Chapter Five: The Girl Who Loved Reading.

Around five or six in the afternoon, she took me to the train station. The station was crowded with all sorts of people,
each with an expression of joy or sorrow, seemingly burdened with their own worries. A porter, his hands
in his dark blue khaki pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, leaned against the handrail of the steps, seemingly asleep,
his sharp eyes scanning the passing passengers, trying to find those who needed help.
We waited in the waiting room for the train to arrive, and Xin'er kept chattering about taking the train... The numerous
instructions made me feel like a teenager going on my first long trip. Things like not eating food from strangers,
not revealing your personal information to strangers, frequently checking your belongings, and
keeping small change and large bills separate… Despite the air conditioning, the air was as stuffy and unsettling as ever. The electric lights
shone dimly, and everything seemed shrouded in a thin, indistinct blue haze. It wasn't until
dusk the lights gradually brightened, and a long whistle came from the direction of the ticket gate—
"Whoosh...whoosh..."

The distant whistling grew closer and closer. The loudspeaker in the waiting room began announcing the station. The train to Houma had finally
arrived . I stood up, and Xin'er straightened my collar, saying, "Let's go!"

I picked up my large bag, slung my shoulder bag over my shoulder, and headed towards the ticket gate
. After getting my ticket checked, I looked back at Xin'er in the waiting room—she was standing on the blue seat, tears streaming down her face, waving her hands frantically. Suddenly, I
felt that this parting was truly heartbreaking. My neck felt stiff and uncomfortable. I quickly walked towards the platform
, trying to comfort myself: "It's not a permanent farewell, why make myself so sad!"

It was early August, and the weather was hot. Traveling by train in a hard seat at this time of year was no fun.
The carriage was incredibly crowded, and the pungent smell of leather on the hard seats was mixed with all sorts of unpleasant odors,
floating in the sweltering air.

For four years of university, I constantly traveled between home and school by train.
The excitement and curiosity of my first train ride were long gone, replaced by a strange weariness and boredom. Watching
passengers get on and off, all I felt was a sense of helplessness, a feeling of being caught in the current of life.

However, I did encounter some interesting people a few times, adding a bit of fun to the otherwise monotonous journey.

Today, my luck seemed off. I found my seat and sat down, hoping that
someone interesting would appear next to me or across from me—ideally, a pretty girl! I stood up,
looking past the seat back at the people jostling in with their bags,
silently praying that some unknown woman or girl would sit next to me.

A few times, several pretty girls entered, and my eyes followed their slender
figures as they pushed through the aisle towards me, while I craned my neck to check my seat number.
Finally, it was my turn. They raised their bright eyes to check their seat numbers, and I could even see
the alluring outlines of their full breasts and smell their intoxicating perfumes… Unfortunately, after
seeing their seat numbers, they all shook their heads in disappointment and walked away to the back, much to my expectant gaze. Instead, an
elderly man woman with two little boys sat down next to me. The elderly couple had gray
hair, and their faces, wrinkled like old tree bark, were dotted with brown age spots, giving them a
kind and gentle appearance . The two little boys were dressed identically, their round, adorable faces almost exactly alike—probably
twins—but this wasn't the result I wanted.

With an elderly woman and a child sitting down beside me, only one seat remained opposite me.

The passengers in the carriage had already placed their belongings on the overhead luggage racks and their bags of food
on the small tables in front of their seats; everyone was basically in their places, waiting for the train to depart.

The train had already started sounding its horn, and a clear female voice from the loudspeaker greeted the passengers and
announced some train safety precautions. The seat was still empty, and I reluctantly took my own seat
—it seemed hopeless; either no one had bought a ticket, or some careless person
had missed the train.

Just as the train began its rumbling descent along the tracks, the hurried
rolling of a suitcase echoed in the aisle, continuing intermittently until it reached us.

Finally, it was a girl. I nervously watched her peek over to check her seat number, afraid she would shake her head and
leave.

"This seat is empty, you can sit here for now, the train is about to leave..."

I eagerly tried to persuade her to sit down.

"Hehe, this is my seat,"

the girl smiled breathlessly, her face glistening with sweat. Judging from her accent, she was a local Chongqing
girl .

She snapped down the handle of her suitcase, tried to bend down to lift the heavy suitcase
, and placed it on the luggage rack.

"Let me help you?"

I stood up and reached out to take her suitcase. It was really heavy; I had thought it only contained some clothes, and
my misjudgment almost caused it to slip from my grasp and fall to the ground.

I was still embarrassed by my earlier overconfidence, and now was the time to smooth things over—
the luggage rack was quite high, and the suitcase was so heavy. She was probably only about 1.6 meters tall;
even with her arms outstretched, she could only reach the edge of the rack, let alone lift the suitcase up.

It took me a lot of effort to finally place the heavy suitcase safely on the rack. She gave
a curt "thank you" and sat down in her seat, which left me a little annoyed.

I glanced at her carefully, intentionally or unintentionally. She looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. She wore a
green top with small yellow flowers on the bottom and an ochre-colored pleated skirt. Although her clothes were simple
, they were elegant and appropriate. Her grape-colored hair was just shoulder-length, which set off her delicate and rosy almond-shaped face, full forehead, and
curved crescent eyebrows. Under her clear double eyelids were a pair of clear, watery eyes. Her chest was full like a pair of small
peaches, about the same size as Xin'er's, only different in shape—Xin'er's were round and hemispherical, while hers
were pointed and protruding slightly downwards. Below her snow-white neck was the open collar of her two-buttoned shirt,
which revealed a shallow cleavage. Her waist was slender, and her beautiful appearance was like that of a girl next door. Like a pebble
thrown into the lake of my heart, it rippled with joy.

As darkness fell, the platform lights began to glow dimly, slowly moving backward and
gradually disappearing. The train entered the increasingly dark night, and the distant, undulating mountains, like an
endless black dragon, were gradually covered by the thick darkness.

The enthusiasm in the carriage hadn't faded; everyone quickly became acquainted. People from all over the country greeted each other in
their respective dialects, some even taking out cards to play cards, while others, more talkative
, took out drinks and chatted. The young people all took out their phones and played games with enjoyment… Only
our section was a bit quieter. Two children were laughing and joking across the table, two elderly people occasionally scolded each
other, and the girl opposite us had been dozing off since boarding,
only .

My hopes for a harmonious conversation now seem dashed—my phone is an old
Nokia , lacking web browsing and chat functions. I had no choice but to take out my copy of *The Garden of Eden* from my bag
, spread it out on the small wooden table in front of me, and listlessly read it under the swaying lamplight.

When the train arrived at Wanyuan Station, it was already past midnight. The two mischievous children, exhausted from playing
, had fallen asleep sweetly in the old man's arms. The old man, leaning back in his seat, was fast asleep, a happy and content smile
on .

She stood up, carrying an empty teacup to the restroom to get hot water. Only then did I see
her legs – long, straight, and slender, like two lotus roots, white and smooth. She wore small, dark blue canvas
flats, somewhat like ballet shoes. Her firm, pert buttocks were encased in a short, pleated skirt, and she swayed gracefully
as she walked I thought only Cao Zhi's description of her as "graceful as a startled swan" in his poem "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River"
could compare.

She returned, carrying a half-full teacup of hot water, her movements unsteady. This time, she
glanced at me quickly with calm eyes and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?" "I can't

sleep! It's always like this on the bus,"

I replied, a little flattered.

"What book are you reading?"

she asked. Her voice was so beautiful, like the clear, melodious sound of wind chimes hanging from the eaves in a gentle breeze
.

"Just browsing, just killing time."

I've always been afraid people would call me a "literary nerd," because to me, that phrase
is exactly the same as "bookworm." "My phone doesn't have that many functions, it's pretty lame!"

I added, trying to convince her I wasn't a book lover.

She took a small sip of water, frowned slightly (as if the water was still too hot), then put the lid on and placed it on the windowsill
. She held out her soft, white hand and said, "Can I take a look?"

I instinctively handed her the book, unable to resist her request.

She took it and began reading intently, as if the book were hers alone, so naturally
and unceremoniously leaving me aside.

I wanted to say something, but for a moment I forgot what I wanted to say. I kept thinking
about , but I just couldn't remember.

She started to look at the first page, but I think she'll get bored quickly—especially with
translated . Even though many are classics, I don't know if it's the translation, or if foreigners' feelings
are different from ours, or both, but in any case, they always make you drowsy.

Furthermore, young people these days, especially girls her age,
generally aren't interested in any famous or obscure works. They seem to prefer reading fairytale-like stories on their phones about perfect
"Prince Charming" and "Cinderella" tales. The male protagonist is usually a flawless, charming,
and wealthy young man, while the female protagonist is a pitiful, ordinary girl who is universally loved. After
a she eventually succumbs to his handsome and aloof
aura after a series of silly and cute antics. Of course, the romantic and erotic scenes are also a must.

When I was fifteen or sixteen, I also read these kinds of novels. At first, I was deeply attracted to them.
I would read one book under the covers without stopping and still be amazed. I couldn't wait to rent a second one,
only to find that it was just like Qiong Yao's novels, with mostly similar plots and even more vulgar and tasteless. The third one
was the same, so I simply stopped reading.

Perhaps it's because neither I nor those around me could find any trace of the male and female protagonists in the book. Those
beautiful had absolutely nothing to do with me; instead, countless troubles in real life
began to come knocking on my door one after another. This made me very discouraged, doubting my own happiness, and unable to find
the courage and strength I needed to live.

From then on, I developed a strong aversion to people who read such books, regardless of gender, finding them frustrating.

But the woman in front of me was different. She read the book very carefully, no longer speaking to me, not even glancing at
the book's author.

She stared intently at the words, gazing intently as she slowly read from left to right, from left to right
… page after page, her eyes sparkling, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Whether man or woman, focused attention always possesses a certain indescribable charm.

Although I wanted to talk to someone, looking at her serene expression, I couldn't bear to disturb her,
as if I were watching a child sleeping sweetly.

Chapter Six: Traveling Together to Houma

The train was like a large fish swimming in the darkness, gliding forward through the deep, silent sea.

The glass of boiling water she had placed on the train window swayed slightly with the train's movement; the water
should have cooled down long ago.

The rhythmic shaking of the train carried the glass towards the edge of the table, almost to her
side Luckily, I reacted quickly and grabbed the glass, but some water still splashed out,
startling us both.

"Oh, thank you!"

she said, looking up from her lap. This was the second time I'd heard her say "thank you

," her voice gentle.

"You're welcome..."

I said, trying to recall what I'd been meaning to say, "What's your name?"

I finally remembered; it was something like that, though I wasn't entirely sure.

"My name is Wang Rong, call me Rongrong. What's yours?"

She took the glass from my hand, took a sip of water, and then closed the lid.

"My name is Peng Yu, Yu as in universe. Judging from your accent, you're from Chongqing, right?"

Although asking this seemed a bit redundant, I couldn't think of a better way to say it.

"Yes, I'm from Tongliang, Chongqing. You're from Chongqing too, right?" she said.

My hometown dialect is quite similar to Chongqing dialect, and after four years of university exposure, unless you're
a particularly observant local, you wouldn't really notice the subtle differences.

"No, I'm from Guizhou. I went to university in Chongqing and work there. I've been living in Chongqing for
several years now, so I guess you could call me half a Chongqing native?"

I said. Although I wanted to say I was from Chongqing to bridge the gap, I was facing
a genuine Chongqing girl, and I didn't want her to realize it.

"Oh, what university did you go to?" she asked.

"Chongqing University,"

I said. I really didn't want to mention that name; it seemed so out of place in my current situation.

"Wow, you're amazing! You're an undergraduate, right?"

she said enviously. I knew there was a popular saying on campuses in Chongqing: "Chongqing University has the brand name, Southwest
University of Political Science and Law has the guys, Sichuan International Studies University has the girls, and Jiaotong University has the campus." Chongqing University is a top-tier university in Chongqing.

"Yeah,"

I said, feeling a surge of pride—a shameful pride. I'm from Chongqing University, but
not in the architecture department. My major has a very long name, so much so that I can't even
recite it completely now. What's worse, what I'm studying has nothing to do with my major. From the moment I entered the university, I disliked it
intensely but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and lacking motivation) person I am now.

"What about you?" I asked her.

"I can't compare to you university students. I didn't continue my studies after the college entrance exam. My grades weren't good either, but
I never considered going to university,"

Wang Rong said with a hint of self-deprecation. Perhaps, under certain special circumstances, her choice was right. I should have made the same choice
back then .

"Being a college student isn't so bad. You still have to face job hunting and fierce competition in society,"

I said. That was the only way I could comfort her, and also a way of comforting myself. "Look, I'm going to
Houma ," I said.

"Houma!"

she exclaimed softly in surprise, startling me. "I'm going to Houma too! My aunt
lives there!"

"So you're going to visit relatives?"

I said, feeling a little excited. It's such a rare thing to travel by train with a pretty girl, starting from the same point and
ending up at the same destination.

"No, I'm also looking for a job," she said, shaking her head.

"It would be great to find one in Chongqing, it's close to home..."

I thought she should find a job in Chongqing.

"Haven't you heard? Chongqing has '

third-tier city wages, first-tier city costs of living.' Jobs are hard to find, wages are ridiculously low,
and the cost of living is high," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be running around like this,"

I wholeheartedly agreed. "Chongqing is a great place!"

I said, I was actually a little reluctant to leave Chongqing.

"Hehe, is Chongqing good? It's unbearably hot,"

she said, seemingly not having much of a liking for Chongqing.

"The girls in Chongqing are pretty, they're all about your size,"

I complimented her casually.

"Then why are you going to Houma? That's not worth it!"

she said, Chongqing girls are straightforward.

"I have no choice, my classmate works at customs,"

I said, it's not worth it for me, but what better way to make things work out? I
briefly explained to her why I was going to Houma.

"It's so nice to have classmates there. I don't know anyone there, and I haven't seen my aunt in years. I don't even
know what kind of job to look for,"

she said, sounding a little disappointed.

"We'll only know when we get there,"

I said. I didn't know what awaited us either; all we could do was adapt and
react as needed. "If things go smoothly, you can come work with us too,"

I said. I called it an overflowing sense of compassion, but I thought that if Lao Li was the supervisor, finding her a service-related
job shouldn't be a problem, as long as she could handle it.

"How could I? We've only just met, we don't know each other very well yet
. I'll try to find something first,"

she chuckled, her eyebrows curving upwards beautifully.

"You can't say that. When you're away from home, you should help each other. It's not certain if it works out, but I'll
try my best !"

I felt a little ashamed of my promise, after all, I was going to rely on someone else.

"Remember, I wonder when we'll arrive in Houma. It feels like ages have passed,"

she said, yawning and stretching, her chest puffing out, making me blush.

"Let me see,"

I said, taking out the booklet I bought at the train station from my bag. It had a train timetable. "We
've passed Wanyuan Station now, the next stop is Ankang, and we should arrive at Xi'an South Station by dawn. From Xi'an South Station,
it's only three stops."

I told her after reading it.

"That won't get us to Houma until noon tomorrow. It's only a little past three now. So sleepy..."

She picked up the book from her lap and put it on the table, yawning.

"What's your phone number?"

I quickly asked, taking out my phone as I spoke, trying to sound natural. I was afraid she'd
forget about it after she fell asleep—that was the important thing.

She gave me her phone number, which I wrote down, checked it again, and dialed her
number. Her phone rang once.

She took out her phone to save the message, then turned to her side to adjust her position for sleep, accidentally stepping on my
foot.

"Sorry, I stepped on you."

Her face instantly turned red, and she quickly pulled her leg back.

"It's okay, you can sleep peacefully."

I picked up the book to continue reading. It was time for me to face this lonely journey alone again.
Xin'er should be asleep too; she hadn't sent any more messages since replying to my text at midnight.

Looking out through the dusty train carriage window, the dark night enveloped the surroundings. Only the dark,
shiny sand and gravel beside the tracks, damp with dew, could be seen, dimly illuminated by the yellowish light streaming from the carriage windows
.

The rhythmic "clank-clank" of the train gently gliding along the tracks below was a cheerful, melodious chorus.

In the distance, a deep darkness stretched out, occasionally punctuated by clusters of tiny, scattered lights, like swarms of
fireflies flitting across the distant fields, disappearing swiftly from sight.

Wang Rong was asleep, her face turned to the side. The two children hadn't woken up at all. The two elderly people had squinted at us while we were talking
, then closed their eyes again, replaced by a chorus of deep, intermittent sleep. The
surrounding noise had long since subsided, though a few loud, boisterous middle-aged men were still
telling crude jokes in the distance, their rough voices clearly audible. This feeling was both familiar and strange.

Every time I take the train, it's undoubtedly to a faraway place, usually for a holiday trip home or to school
. But this time was different. It wasn't to school or home; I was going to a
place I'd never been before—Houma. This novelty of the unknown felt like an adventure, perhaps even more thrilling,
so much so that I was too excited to sleep. From the moment I boarded the train until now, I hadn't felt a wink of sleep.

I miss Xin'er terribly. The thought of getting further and further away from her fills me with uncontrollable panic. I force myself
to immerse myself in the book, trying to share the same breath and fate as David Byrne, trying to enter Catherine's body, trying to
fall in love with Marita… but it's all in vain. The train has already passed Ankang Station. Apart from Wang Rong, who
has turned over and is lying on her back, everyone else remains motionless, like marble sculptures.

Looking at Wang Rong's sleeping, delicate face and slightly twitching nostrils, I really wish everyone around us would suddenly evaporate like
air , leaving just the two of us, so that I could kiss her tender
, slightly upturned lips without restraint—they remind me of Xin'er's bright red, lovely labia, and my lower body begins to stir restlessly.

How I wished this train had wings and could fly to Houma in an instant! Rongrong and I could
find , a large double bed with pristine white sheets, soft, pale curtains fluttering in the breeze,
and a passionate couple entwined on the bed, their lewd breaths echoing throughout the room…
This absurd fantasy made me feel incredibly wicked. I told myself how impossible it was; I
'd never had such an encounter on a train before. Besides, the girl opposite me was so beautiful; she might not even be
interested in me. So I should just behave myself and not worry unnecessarily.

Chapter Seven: The Scenery Below

With a slightly disappointed feeling, I listlessly looked at the book, merely recognizing the words.
I couldn't understand a single sentence, let alone grasp the plot. To force myself to concentrate, like
any reader with dyslexia, I opened my mouth and read aloud, sentence by sentence, almost silently. This kind of
reading felt somewhat forced and was quite mentally taxing, but the results were obvious; I had read
nearly eighty pages in no time.

Just as I was starting to feel a little satisfied and was about to stop and rest, the train suddenly
came to a stop with a thud, shaking my book from my hands. It hit my thigh,
bounced up, tumbled over, and disappeared at my feet. I felt a pang of pain—I'm a bit of a
germaphobe , especially this one I had just bought a few days ago, with a cloth-textured hardcover. The thought of the pristine white paper
being stained with yellowish-brown dust was like seeing a pure virgin, protected by my own care, being
raped by a group of dirty, ragged beggars; my heart ached terribly.

I quickly bent down and, disregarding all decorum, stuck my head under the small table to look for it. But it
had bounced incredibly far, landing under the chair opposite, right under Rongrong's desk. I don't know if it
could turn or what, but it somehow managed to bypass Rongrong's feet and disappear behind her calves.

I couldn't reach it with my outstretched arm, especially with two legs in between. Rongrong was still fast asleep, her soft
breathing clearly audible. I was at a loss.

I tilted my head, stretched out my arm, and slowly moved towards the book lying on the floor, but still couldn't reach
it. It seemed I had no choice but to crouch down and crawl under.

Just as I adjusted my posture to squat down deeply, Rongrong suddenly made a rustling sound,
probably adjusting her sleeping position. I saw her legs slightly parted—oh my god! I could
see her panties! A pink, semi-transparent thong with lace trim.
A small, faintly dark patch bulged in the center, bordered by slightly brownish skin at the base of her thighs. I swallowed hard,
my head , my heart pounding wildly.

I exhaled, focusing my gaze on that alluring triangle.
The outline of her labia was clearly visible in the slightly sunken cleft, a few pubic hairs even peeking through the fabric. My restless
penis hardened.

Unfortunately, the lighting in the carriage was dim, making the colors difficult to discern.

Looking down at her feet, I saw a pair of petite, dark blue canvas flats with open soles, resembling ballet shoes, tied with off-
white ribbons. The shoes were adorned with delicate, soft flowers, and the thin, soft heels hugged her pointed, upturned
feet . Under the warm yellow light, the skin on the instep shone with a delicate, honey-colored sheen, subtly
revealing a few fine blue veins, making her look exceptionally sexy. I really wanted to reach out and gently squeeze them.

The train came to a complete stop, and the clamor of vendors selling snacks reached my ears. Then, a commotion arose in the carriage
; someone was calling out for tea eggs. The train had arrived at the station.

I quickly peeked out from under the train. Several daring vendors had already boarded
the train with baskets covered in black oil paper, calling out from the corridor, "Tea eggs, braised pig's trotters, hot buns, bread..." Their voices
were hoarse and earnest, and the contents of the baskets emitted an enticing aroma. I ordered a roasted corn cob. As I took
the corn from the vendor, Rongrong opened her eyes and glanced at me before quickly closing them again. But that
fleeting glance was enough to make my face flush and my heart race; it seemed she had seen through my peeping.

I looked at the platform outside. It was brightly lit, and a small rectangular sign under the canopy
read "Zhen'an" in white letters on a blue background. The next stop was "Xi'an South Station." I remembered the train timetable said it arrived at
"Xi'an South Station" at 7:15 AM. Perhaps it was already getting light.

The train started moving again. I took a few bites of the corn; it was dry and not very sweet, far
less . I put it in the plastic bag, not wanting to eat it anymore.

The two elderly people and two children were all fast asleep, and Rongrong was the same, except her
breathing , and her eyelashes fluttered occasionally. I didn't know if she was truly asleep.

I remembered my book was still under the chair; there was still a captivating view I hadn't had enough of.

I squinted and pretended to sleep for about fifteen minutes, but she still didn't move.

I cautiously crouched down under the table, but unfortunately, Rongrong's legs were crossed at some point
, so her crotch was completely hidden. However, her long, slender legs, even with their crossed shape, were still
incredibly alluring —her flawless white ankles revealed slender, firm calves, which, illuminated by the light,
had fine, golden hairs. Following the calves, her knees were rounded and soft, almost
boneless The skin on her thighs was as white and smooth as her calves, lacking the firmness of her calves but possessing fullness and
tenderness, making them appear long and slender—what an alluring pair of legs! They radiated an irresistible glow even from beneath her short skirt!
They were so perfect, now laid bare before my eyes. I longed to
kiss them with my shameful lips and tongue, to be the metal floor beneath her feet… Just as I was lost in these fantasies,
I suddenly heard Rongrong lazily say from upstairs, “What are you doing down there?”

I was terrified. I quickly and slowly peeked out, tilting my head. Rongrong was already awake, blinking
her sleepy eyes at me. My face burned, and I stammered, “I…I
…no…”

I couldn’t get the words out.

“Tch…”

She snorted disdainfully, seemingly aware of something.

“No…no…”

I quickly continued, my voice trembling. I wanted to slap myself a few times. “My book
fell down there!”

I finally managed to utter a complete sentence.

"Really?"

She looked down suspiciously. "No!"

She looked up at me, her tone stiffening. I thought, "This is it." The two elderly people next to me
also turned their squinting eyes in my direction. I wished I could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"It's...it's under your chair!"

I pointed to the area under her seat.

She bent her head down sharply, her hair cascading over her forehead, obscuring her face.

"Oh, it's down there."

She looked up apologetically.

"I was going to pick it up, but your leg was in the way, and I saw you were still sleeping..."

I felt a little more confident.

"I wasn't asleep at all..."

Her face flushed instantly. "You didn't wake me, so I helped you!"

she said, reaching under the seat.

"Thank you!"

I said sincerely, taking the book she offered, brushing the dust off with my fingers. Luckily, it
came off easily. The book was precious to me only because of a fetish, not because of its contents
.

After this commotion, Rongrong stopped sleeping with her eyes closed, turned to look out the window, and stopped reading.
I couldn't find anything to say to her, perhaps feeling guilty.

There seemed to be an inexplicable barrier between us, a distance between us.

Maybe there was no closeness between us, just my wishful thinking, and I saw this
silent stalemate as a protest.

I don't know how much time passed, but the darkness outside receded silently, and gradually the
outlines of things became clear. The distant villages remained silent.

The sky gradually brightened, and the lights in the carriage went out. The sky above was completely covered by dark clouds,
which was very rare for early August in Chongqing—Chongqing was still hot at this time, and most days were
bright sunny.

The land here was a golden yellow color, flat and vast, with very few hills. Even when
hills were visible, they were so abrupt and low, unlike the land in my hometown and Chongqing.
Back home, the mountains stretched one after another, like a sea of mountains, and the land, except for a few flat
areas , was mostly terraced fields along the hills. I realized how far I had traveled from home, how far I had traveled from Chongqing,
and how far I had traveled from my beloved Xin'er… The world opened up, and I finally understood what it meant to be "from the mountains
."

In this world, people became smaller, closer to the land.

"Mount Hua!"

a passenger exclaimed, pointing outside.

Following his gaze, I finally saw the legendary mountain from the "Mount Hua Sword Tournament," described by scholars and poets
throughout history as incredibly steep and majestic. However, its height, for someone who grew up in the mountains
, was nothing special. It was only because there were no other mountains around, or the land was too flat, that Mount Hua seemed
so exceptional—a bit like the saying, "When the tiger is away, the monkey reigns supreme."

Nevertheless, the mountain's shape was unique, as if sharpened by a knife, exceptionally steep.

It was then that I realized our train was traveling on the Guanzhong Plain. I marveled at this vast
land " and "golden city for a thousand miles" mentioned in the *Records of the Grand Historian*. No wonder
the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty chose this land, no wonder Liu Bang was determined to reclaim Guanzhong—this truly was
a place imbued with the aura of a king.

Seeing Mount Hua meant we weren't far from Xi'an South Station, and sure enough, we
arrived in less than half an hour. Two elderly people with two children got off the train, and I heard the children calling "Mommy,
Mommy" from afar.

I thought a new passenger would sit next to me, but the train started moving, and the seat next to me was empty
except for Wang Rong and me. She rested her chin on her elbow, staring intently out the window. I glanced
at , but she didn't seem inclined to speak, so
I reluctantly lay back down on my seat. To avoid any misunderstanding, I turned to face away from her.

I hadn't slept all night, and the emptiness in my stomach was unsettling. My eyelids slammed shut as if weighed
down , and I quickly fell asleep.

In my hazy state, I heard a girl's voice calling me: "Yu, Yu..." The voice was urgent,
as if she had been searching for me for a long time. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

I quickly scrambled down from my seat, almost falling onto the train's metal floor. I looked in the direction the sound
came from , and there was a familiar face at the junction of the train carriages—Xin'er
's delicate face, glistening with sweat. She was calling my name as she walked, and when she saw me waving, she
limped through the aisle to my side, still wearing the black tank top and blue denim
shorts she had worn yesterday morning.

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