【Longing Transforms into the Language of the Wutong Tree】(Part Two) Author: Heavenly Lone Star

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Part Two: Breakthrough

"Brother, I...I saw...I saw my sister-in-law today." Lin Rui stammered
, slowly pulling his leg back. He grinned, touching the thigh I had just slapped, and glanced at me sideways, wary of any irrational actions I might take
next .

If the "chance encounter" at the zoo was a dreamlike, seemingly accidental meeting, then Lin Rui's
hesitant words were like a ticking time bomb, suddenly filling me with unease, restraint, and
a sense of being manipulated. If anyone else told me they had seen their wife, I would have ignored them completely. But Lin Rui
was different ! Our group of friends who grew up in the same factory dormitory area had either taken over their parents' jobs back home
or gone to first-tier cities to make their fortunes. Only the two of us remained in the provincial capital. Lin Rui was considerably younger than me, and had always treated me like an older brother
. Saying "deal with" is absolutely accurate. This kid was never one to let anyone have an easy time. Peeping at
girls in the bathroom, hitting classmates, smashing teachers' windows—these kinds of things happened one after another throughout his middle school years,
and I cleaned up his messes countless times. Until one time, a student and his parent who had been beaten by Lin Rui were
shopping at a department store. When they saw me riding past them on my 28-inch steel bicycle with Lin Rui on the front bar, he grabbed
us and scolded me for a long time in front of everyone, patiently lecturing me on "how to be a good father" and "how to
educate children." I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to argue back for a long time. From then on, this kid treated me
with the utmost respect, like an elder, to the point that sometimes I really thought I was his father. After I started working, I took the postgraduate entrance exam and stayed in
the provincial capital. Lin Rui, like a shadow, followed suit and took the exam for the provincial art school. After graduating, he became a photographer, and
a few years later, he started his own studio, which eventually led to today's "Golden Time."

"Where did you see her?" I suppressed my inner questions and asked calmly, as if I
were talking to Lin Rui about someone unrelated.

"This morning... my sister-in-law came to my studio with a man around 30 years old and a little boy to take
photos wife
were taking their child's 100-day photos this morning. I saw them into the studio and when I turned around, I saw Xiao Wang greeting my sister-in-law and her husband... I didn't dare
show my face and secretly watched from behind. After they went into the studio, I called Xiao Wang over and asked about the situation. Xiao Wang said the woman
's surname was 'Su,' and she had made an appointment last week for a series of photos to be taken today. That's when I confirmed that
it really was my sister-in-law."

So the woman I saw at the zoo this morning really was Su Jinrong. She really came back. Ten years have passed.
Although I often see her in my dreams, my eyes are filled with tears and reluctance, and the memories of our past seem like they happened just yesterday.
But knowing she was back, reappeared in this city, still stirred up
an . Scenes from the past, painstakingly forgotten, resurfaced in
my mind, perhaps accompanying endless nightmares in countless quiet, lonely nights to come. My heart felt like it was
being torn —nothing but pain.

"And then?" I asked, taking a sip of tea.

"They finished filming and left. It only took about two hours, and it was very…" Lin Rui hesitated, and I
glared at him, signaling him to continue. "Brother, you might not know, but we offer a special
service only those familiar with it know…"

"What service?" I asked, puzzled.

"Role-playing…" Lin Rui replied, embarrassed.

"What do you mean? What's role-playing? What does this have to do with her?" I was even more confused, unable
to connect these words to Rong. This time, Lin Rui didn't answer directly. He got up, fiddled with his iPad
for a while, and handed it to me.

My iPad had dozens of folders. I opened one with the filename "Lolita Style,"
and dozens of thumbnails were densely packed together. I opened another file and was shocked to find a picture of
a slender, sexy woman wearing a simple white shirt with a navy blue blazer, a
black knee-length pleated skirt, white bubble stockings, and black leather shoes—a typical
sailor- . I scrutinized the woman in the photo. She had her fists clenched on
either side of her face, one eye open, one eye closed, and was pouting at the camera. Although the makeup artist's skillful techniques
created a youthful and beautiful illusion, the unnatural upturn of her eyes and pouting lips told me she
was at least 40 years old. Was a 40-something-year-old woman dressing up as a young girl to try and preserve her youthful memories? I
clicked on another picture, still of the same woman, but this time she was naked, and a boy of about
eighteen was on top of her. Her breasts were covered by her sexy business attire, and her short skirt was
pulled down to her legs, which were draped over the boy's shoulders.

A woman in her forties and a boy of about eighteen—this combination suddenly aroused
me. It was as if a scene from ten years ago was playing out before my eyes. Ten years ago, my 32-year-old wife was pinned to the bed by a
sixteen- The boy's frantic thrusting was like a fully charged motor pounding against my wife's
tight, plump buttocks. Tears and saliva glistened on my wife's delicate, beautiful face, soaking
the sheets. Amidst moans and gasps, my wife's half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open. "No…no…please
…please…don't…I can't…take it anymore!" The boy gave a wicked laugh and
thrust . The hint of resistance in his wife's eyes was overwhelmed by the impending climax. Her eyes, glazed over with overflowing lust, were now
blurred and unfocused. Her lips, clenched tightly in agony, formed a large "O" shape. Her wet black stockings
were stained with semen, and her long, fair legs trembled uncontrollably, her delicate toes gripping tightly together.
"Is it good? Tell me...tell me..." The young man maintained his rapid, intense thrusting, his fingers tracing around
his wife's right cheek and swirling inside her mouth, as if her mouth and vagina were organs capable of producing pleasure.
His wife was being frantically thrust into, her full, rounded breasts sending shockwaves through her brain.
Her body swayed up and down like a short, repetitive pendulum. "I can't...I can't...I can't take
it...please...please...ah!!!...ah!" Suddenly, his wife's body stiffened, her delicate face
jerking back as if electrocuted, drool dripping from her mouth. She gripped the bed tightly.
Dan's fingers were turning slightly white from the exertion. I knew this was an orgasm I had never given my wife before. The
orgasm, like a drug, seeped into every cell of her body, leaving her eyes glazed and
her body out of control. Such an orgasm was brief and extremely destructive! The boy behind my wife crawled over her
body, staring intently at her raised face for a long time. He grinned and said, "Is that all?
Haha , not long yet!" After saying that, the boy turned around and straightened his back. His erect penis, which had not yet ejaculated, suddenly
thrust into my wife's body. My wife's breathing, which had just calmed down, suddenly became alert. Her boneless body trembled and
shook with the boy's mechanical movements. Her moans gradually became more rhythmic. "You...how could you...
ah..." The blush on her face faded, and she slowly turned to look at the young man.
The shame and resentment in her eyes were slowly replaced by the passion and pleasure brought by the climax, replaced by a
tender dreamlike gaze that made the cunning young man pause. Although the young man's thrusting was still intense,
a raised eyebrow seemed to hint at something. The wife tried hard to suppress the impact of pleasure, like the
last resistance of the loser in a tug-of-war. "Ahhh...here...here you go." The wife's delicate lips trembled, and her pink tongue
slid out from between her lips and teeth, like a small pink snake swimming towards the young man's lips. At this moment, the young man's eyes suddenly
burst with excitement and joy, as if he had unexpectedly obtained a toy he had always dreamed of. He suddenly leaned over
and kissed his wife's lips. Their lips met, and the "slurping" sound of their tongues intertwining mingled with the
frequent . Just then, a long, sticky drop of lip saliva from my wife's lips suddenly dripped onto the sheets.

With a "smack," Lin Rui appeared behind me, his hand patting my shoulder, jolting
me awake from my reverie.

"Brother, you're watching role-playing!" Lin Rui stood behind me; I couldn't see his expression,
perhaps he was embarrassed to face me. "This rich woman divorced her husband and started a gigolo. Look,
this teenager, I bet he's played every game imaginable, even lost interest in sex.
He to take these photos, and they called it something like 'Memories of Motherly Love,' but it's basically
the rich woman playing the little boy's mother, and then they do *that*!"

"You fucking make a living like this?" I turned and glared at Lin Rui. "Don't
stand behind me, get in front."

"Brother, let's be frank. My sister-in-law and that guy were filming this kind of role-playing. I really didn't expect her
to fall for that kind of man; he's miles inferior to you. Brother, I asked you about your divorce back then, but you
didn't tell me. Now, so many years later, can you tell me why you divorced?" Lin Rui's timid expression gradually
turned serious.

Seven years have passed, and the unbearable pain hidden in his heart has returned time and again. Perhaps revealing everything
would allow Xi'er and me to easily embrace a new life, no longer having to hide and carefully conceal it.
But can Xi'er really accept all of this? After knowing the truth, will Xi'er still treat me as a loving and
upright ? The greater the desire to confide, the deeper the yearning to hide the truth. I feel like a
pregnant woman nearing delivery, knowing she's about to welcome a new life but secretly worrying about the baby's health and
whether she can endure the pain of childbirth.

"Ugh!" I rubbed my face repeatedly, just as I was about to explain that it wasn't the right
time to reveal the truth, when I saw Lin Rui staring intently at something behind me, her face full of surprise. I quickly turned around,
and so fast I didn't even see who was outside.

"Who was that?" I asked hurriedly.

"Hmm...it looked like Xixi."

"Damn it!" I cursed and scrambled to my feet, chasing after her. The street was bustling with people, but my daughter
was nowhere to be seen . I frantically looked around, searching. Lin Rui followed behind me, panting heavily, hands
on her knees, gesturing to her phone. I suddenly realized what she meant and grabbed the phone to call my daughter, but she
wouldn't answer.

I shook off Lin Rui and rushed home. When I got home, everything was exactly as it had been when I left that morning; my daughter hadn't
returned . My daughter is older now, and I believe she can take care of herself in this city she's known since childhood without
any danger. But I
dare not think about how much of my conversation with Lin Rui she overheard, or what kind of impact it might have on her. I know that it's better to stay home and wait for her to come back than to wander aimlessly searching.
Even if she has a hundred places to go, home is ultimately the safest and warmest place in her heart. So,
I waited anxiously for my daughter to come home, my mind in turmoil. I told myself that if she wasn't home
by midnight, I would call the police. Then, at 10:30 p.m., the security door suddenly made a "ding-ding" sound. I rushed over and opened
the door to find my daughter standing there blankly, the key dangling from the lock. Her
makeup was smudged with tears, and she looked heartbreaking. I gently pulled her inside and poured her a glass of juice. They say that
eating something sweet can cheer a woman up when she's in a bad mood. My daughter sat on the bed with her head down. I pulled the blanket over her legs
and sat on the edge of the bed with my back to her, waiting for her questions.

My daughter remained silent, head bowed, sobbing to herself. A long time passed, and we
sat there .

"Do you still want to know about your mother's past?" I couldn't help but ask.

My daughter still didn't speak, so I could only remain silent and wait. After a while, I stood up and went to the window.
The streetlights outside were dim, and only the security guard was patrolling the neighborhood alone. Although the snow had long since been
cleared, the cold winter temperature had left a thin layer of frost on the roads, making the guard walk with extreme
caution. Through the reflection in the glass, I saw my daughter pull her legs back, her face resting on her knees, looking at my
back . I felt a prickling sensation, and my anxiety intensified. I had spent thousands of nights like this with my daughter. At first, my wife would
soothe her to sleep with soft words, but after she left, I read stories to her until she was in fourth grade. I hadn't
seen now it suddenly appeared before my eyes, making me sigh. It seemed that after overhearing our conversation that afternoon, my daughter
had developed a strong curiosity about her mother's past. Would the truth be revealed tonight?

"Dad, please tell me, I want to know. Is that man you were talking about this afternoon Mom's current
husband ?" the daughter finally couldn't help but ask.

What was bound to happen would happen sooner or later; it was just a matter of time.

"I don't know either. Your mother has been gone for so long, and like you, I haven't heard from her for years.
I thought she had left this city, but seeing her today, I realized she's back!" "

I don't want to hurt you, Dad! When I was little, every time I asked you about her, you just said she
disappeared while doing medical aid in Tanzania. Although I had my doubts, I still chose to believe you. Over the years, I'd forgotten I even had a
mother; she had faded from my memory. But today I know she's still in this city. I beg you, tell me,
tell me why she didn't want me." Tears streamed down my face, my words becoming increasingly agitated.

I turned to face my daughter, overwhelmed with sorrow. "Xixi, it's not that your mother didn't want you, it's… I hurt
her, and that's why she chose to leave."

"How did you hurt her?" My daughter stubbornly pouted, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath
rippling.

Was it time to reveal the secret? I wasn't sure, but I knew this was a hurdle I had to overcome sooner or later. I hesitated.
"Say it..." My daughter's heart-wrenching scream sent a shiver down my spine.

"Say it... I'll say it..." A scene flashed through my mind: Summer Solstice, a hospital, the background
blurry ...

...More than ten years ago... Summer Solstice... Hospital... The background blurry and indistinct...

Before I met Rong, I had heard from my friends that there was a very
beautiful female doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the city's People's Hospital. These friends had either taken women—who were either girlfriends or not—to have abortions, or
accompanied their wives to gynecological checkups; in short, the obstetrics and gynecology department of this hospital in the city must be the best. The first time I
met Rong, it was the same as with those friends. The difference was that I was accompanying Lin Rui to take his girlfriend, Xiao Sun, to have
an abortion . It was my

first time going to the obstetrics and gynecology department, and even though I was accompanying someone else, I was still a little nervous and uneasy. They say you shouldn't adjust
your shoes in a melon patch or straighten your hat under a plum tree; if an acquaintance saw me, I wouldn't be able to explain myself.

After we escorted Xiao Sun into the corridor where the obstetrics and gynecology office was located, we sat on a bench outside the corridor to wait.
Lin Rui casually crossed his legs and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket as if nothing was wrong, offering me one. I
didn't take it, pointing to the "No Smoking" sign on the wall, then to the nurse registering at the corridor entrance, and glancing at Lin Rui.
Lin Rui chuckled, put the cigarette in his pocket, and leaned closer to me, saying, "Brother, thank you for your help today
. Consider the money a loan; I'll pay you back when I have some extra cash."

"Come on, I'm afraid Xiao Sun's family will find out and beat you half to death," I frowned and complained.

"She wouldn't dare let her family know, she's innocent! It took me a whole semester to win her over, even with my good looks."
Lin Rui shook his head, then suddenly winked at me. "Even if... I mean, if... her parents really
found out, it wouldn't matter, I'd just marry her! Anyway, I..."

Lin Rui proudly planned his future in my ear, I don't know how long he talked or how long we waited.
Suddenly, as if drawn by something, I gazed into the distance at the corridor Xiao Sun had entered. At the end of the corridor was a floor-to-ceiling
glass window. The office was on the right side of the long, narrow, and deep corridor. I felt there was a milky-white wooden door,
tightly closed. Intense sunlight streamed through the narrow corridor, shining directly onto the bench where we were.
The door seemed to open slightly, like a tall figure slowly walking towards us. As she drew closer, I realized it was a white lab coat,
which on this woman resembled a long skirt. Her exposed calves were full and sexy, covered by thin
black stockings, and she wore dark red low-heeled leather shoes. The woman had her hands in the pockets of her lab coat and walked directly
in front of us, stopping and looking down at Lin Rui and me. Only then did I get a clear look at this woman.
Her full lips were painted with a light lip gloss, and her cheeks and forehead were clean and naturally blended, without a trace of
makeup as if covered by a film. Her bright, clear eyes were like a dagger,
direct and sharp.

"Is there something you need?" I asked unconsciously when the woman stopped in front of me.

"Whose daughter is Sun Keru?" the woman asked coldly, staring at Lin Rui and me.

Lin Rui and I exchanged a glance, asking hesitantly, "What's your name? Is it any of your business?"

The woman took her work ID from the bulging breast pocket of her white coat and handed it to us. The ID clearly
read "Su Jinrong." "Now you can say it, whose daughter is Sun Keru?" the woman asked again.

Lin Rui was clearly intimidated by the woman's expression and aura. He stood up and was about to speak when a
sudden hand slapped him across the face. The sound echoed as Lin Rui staggered, clutching his face, and fell onto the bench. The echo
lingered in the corridor, drawing astonishment from the crowd. Lin Rui trembled for a long time, too afraid to stand up, just covering his face and staring at the woman
in terror . The woman's slap was swift and powerful, so much so that her own right hand
throbbed with pain...

"I don't want to hear this, I don't want to know how you met... I just want to know how you broke up?
Why did she leave?" My daughter suddenly interrupted my thoughts angrily. Where was I? What did I say
? What did I say? I seemed to remember nothing. I only knew that whenever I tried to recall the past, it started with that summer
solstice in my mind, like a movie playing before my eyes.

"Speak..." My daughter's heart-wrenching scream made my mind flash, and images of our
married

... Seven years ago... summer solstice... the sycamore tree... everything seemed to be seen through a layer of frosted glass...

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