【Love in 2010】【Part 3】【Author: Unknown】【The End】

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"Of course it feels good! The greatest pleasure in life is being fucked in the ass by our ice-cold beauty Ning'er," the setting sun cast its light on Ning Ning's swaying buttocks, turning her once snow-white skin a rosy gold. "So beautiful, outside the window..." Ning Ning noticed the splendor of the sunset while enjoying herself.

"Yes, the sun is about to sink, Ning'er, turn around, I want to watch you fuck me in the ass." Ning Ning happily raised her plump buttocks, letting my huge penis slip out of her anus. She turned 180 degrees and straddled me again. This time she was much more skilled; with just a slight squeeze, the head of my penis slid accurately into her anus.

Ning Ning maintained the previous position, but this time she was facing me directly. Her two high, firm breasts remained erect even as she leaned back, trembling with her movements. The two bright red nipples swelled to their limit; I really wanted to do a sit-up and bite and lick those nipples. However, Ning Ning's masturbation became faster and faster, her anus gripping my penis more and more wet and warm. I could feel Ning Ning actively contracting and relaxing her anal sphincter muscles at the same time. Her pink vaginal opening above her anus was wide open, the lush pubic hair drooping to both sides, and her luscious clitoris standing erect and protruding forward. As her vaginal opening constantly changed shape with each rise and fall, nectar slowly overflowed from the opening.

Ning Ning seemed to want to touch her clitoris with her fingers, but because she was leaning back and propped up on the bed, she couldn't free her hands. So she simply turned around again, arched her back, stood up, and then slowly squatted down. This squatting posture, with her full buttocks tightly stretched, made her already firm and perky buttocks appear even rounder and larger. This time, she was even more adept. Ning Ning rubbed her slightly stretched anus around my glans a few times before her large buttocks completely engulfed my shaft. At the same time, she quickly flicked her clitoris with her jade-like fingers, while her other hand inserted into her vagina. I could clearly hear the gurgling sound of her vaginal fluid as her jade-like fingers went in and out.

I cupped Ning Ning's plump buttocks, which swelled up from squatting, in both hands. "Ning'er, how many times have you released your vaginal fluid today? Why is your vaginal fluid still flowing endlessly?" "Three times... ah... it seems like four times... who told you not to... take care of me for a whole month... ah," Ning Ning moaned. I wanted to take care of you too, I thought to myself. Perhaps because her legs were sore from squatting for so long, she suddenly flung my penis out of her anus, crawled forward two steps, her buttocks supporting her on the bed, her slender body arching backward like a bridge, then hanging down. Her wet hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she parted her lips slightly to take my penis in. This pose, reminiscent of a concubine intoxicated with wine, could only be done by a girl like Ning Ning, who had trained in dance and possessed exceptional flexibility.

Ning Ning sucked and rolled her lips around my glans while rapidly teasing her clitoris. Although she was sitting directly on the bed, the arched shape of her body accentuated the contrast between her narrow waist and wide hips, making the plump areas above and on the sides of her buttocks protrude even more. This visual stimulation, combined with Ning Ning's perfectly timed oral sex, caused my glans to tremble a few times.

I didn't want to ejaculate in Ning Ning's mouth a second time. "Ning'er, I'm going to cum!" I shouted. Ning Ning quickly spat out my penis, raised her head, and said, "Wait, Ning'er... cum in Ning'er's asshole... cum in Ning'er's chrysanthemum... Ning'er is going to lose it too... let's cum together... ah..." She squatted down again, sticking out her big buttocks so that her anus could hold the head of my penis, and then squatted down again. Her jade fingers dug deeply into her vagina, and I could feel the wildness of her fingers on the shaft of my penis inserted into Ning Ning's rectum. Soon, her vagina and anus spasmed and contracted in waves, the tender vaginal and anal muscles squeezing and sucking her fingers and my penis head. Her vaginal fluid and my penis ejaculated violently almost simultaneously.

Because the contraction rhythm of her vaginal and anal muscles was the same, the rhythm of her vaginal fluid ejaculation and the rhythm of my penis ejaculation were perfectly synchronized. Although they were not in the same hole, both of them could feel it, and even enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculating at the same time as if in tacit understanding. Although we started ejaculating at the same frequency, the endings were different. I ejaculated eleven or twelve spurts into her rectum before finally stopping, while Ning Ning, still wanting more, ejaculated five or six more times before collapsing onto the bed.

The sunset was fading, turning a deep red, half already below the horizon. The beach, however, was becoming increasingly lively. As the lights came on, most of the beach bars and barbecue restaurants near Jinjiling Road were already open. Besides the bustling crowds, the loudspeakers outside one barbecue restaurant were blaring the latest and hottest pop music. The area under the coconut trees had become a natural ballroom dancing square, with many citizens, including the elderly, gracefully dancing along the beach.

I stood with Ning Ning on the 28th-floor balcony, gazing at this lively and heartwarming scene, feeling a warm glow rise in my heart, an immense sense of satisfaction. My heart was full, but my stomach suddenly felt empty. "Let's go to the beach for barbecue," Ning Ning said, changing into a familiar pale yellow dress, and led me to an open-air barbecue stall by the sea.
We sat facing each other, greedily breathing in the fresh sea breeze of the night, indulging our stomachs. "After you go back to Shanghai, will you go back to the company?" I asked her, munching on a fragrant squid skewer. Ning

Ning ordered four bottles of beer and poured me a full glass. "No, I'm not going back. Since I've already resigned, the company won't hire me anymore. I'm tired of burying myself in piles of documents every day and having to work overtime all the time. I still like being a tour guide. I'll apply to a big travel agency when I get back to Shanghai." "Can you resign right away tomorrow?" "Why are you worried about that? It's just an internship, I haven't signed a formal contract yet. I'll have them find someone to replace me tomorrow. The base salary for tour guides is very low, it's all about the tour allowance, commission, and sales bonus. You also have to take the tour guide exam, I'll take it when I get back to Shanghai." Her eyes seemed to be full of beautiful anticipation for the future, and I didn't catch the fleeting hint of melancholy in her eyes just now.

Looking at the full glass of beer in front of me, I felt a little worried. "You know I get drunk easily, and you still want so much beer!" Ning Ning pouted. "Since I arrived in Sanya, I've been drowning my sorrows in alcohol every day. You're here, aren't you going to have a couple of drinks with me?" I was speechless, picked up the disposable glass, and downed it in one gulp. My alcohol tolerance is probably less than a fraction of Ning Ning's. I've always blushed after just a sip of alcohol since I was little, and my job, which doesn't require socializing, has made me even less able to hold my liquor. Ning Ning, on the other hand, is always the head drinker at all the company's business meetings, big or small. I don't like my girlfriend having to entertain clients in public, and I've actually wanted to get rid of her from this job for a long time.

Ning Ning and I felt like we were meeting for the first time, yet we hit it off immediately. We talked about life, ideals, ambitions—a thousand topics, an endless stream of things to discuss. Except for the sensitive word "Su Rou," which we both seemed to avoid mentioning. This made me uneasy. Is it really that easy for women to forgive each other? Was she forgiving me so easily, or was she simply unwilling to touch upon the pain buried deep in her heart? This wasn't like her usual self.

I'd already had a slight buzz after a bottle of beer; normally I'd be passed out by now. Today, I seemed to be forcing myself not to embarrass myself in front of my girlfriend, whom I'd recently reconciled with, so I decided to drink until I was completely drunk. As for how to erase the shadow of Su Rou from her heart, looking at the enthusiastic Ning Ning, I didn't dare utter a word. I'd apologize to her slowly in time.

Night deepened, and Ning Ning and I strolled along the Lover's Beach on the seaside promenade, wandering along the lonely, picturesque coastline. The tide came in, washing over the sand dunes, past our knees, slowly erasing the vows of eternal love we'd written in the sand. The sea, eager to test its strength, soaked our sandcastle, eroded its foundation, and caused it to crumble and collapse, as if foreshadowing the day when we would be alienated by the passage of time, separated by mountains and rivers, and divided by the vast crowds. Sand to sand, stone to stone, shell to shell—this is the sea that will never return, the waves that will never return, the shifting sands that will never return. These things, like destiny, are beyond anyone's control, beyond anyone's ability to change.

Wednesday, December 1st, Cloudy turning to thunderstorms

. Playing on the beach until midnight, Ning Ning dragged me to a seaside bar to drink and have a late-night snack. After nearly half a bottle of red wine, I was already staggering. Supported by her, I left the bar, and the salty sea breeze helped clear my head slightly.

Back at Lanhai Garden, it was already 3 a.m. Fueled by alcohol, I lingered with her under the glittering starry sky, pressing Ning Ning, her buttocks raised, against the carved railing of the 28th-floor open-air balcony. To the rhythm of the crashing waves, I thrust into her again and again, the sound transforming into a beautiful musical beat. The clattering of wind chimes and seashells was like notes dancing on a musical staff. Again and again, I ejaculated into her uterus and rectum.

The alcohol's numbing effect made me vaguely remember Ning Ning, her long hair swaying in the night sea breeze, ejaculating repeatedly, her vaginal fluids drenching my glans. As for how many times she ejaculated in total, and when I finally lay down on the bed, I had absolutely no memory of it.

When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. I forced myself to open my eyes, my bladder throbbing, and found myself lying on Ning Ning's single bed. She wasn't beside me; she'd probably gone to buy me breakfast. I glanced at the palm-leaf clock on the wall; it was already 11 a.m. I came out of the bathroom and drew back the pale purple curtains. I saw large, dark clouds had gathered over the sea, and the sun, weaving through the thick clouds, seemed to have lost its usual luster. I recalled the battle that had taken place in the early morning. I looked at the carved railing; there were no traces of Ning Ning's semen on it anymore, she must have wiped it away.

I gazed at the gloomy sea, took a deep breath, and turned back into the bedroom. My eyes fell on a neatly folded, inconspicuous piece of paper on the dressing table. I remembered it hadn't been there yesterday. I quickly walked to the table and saw the paper was folded into the shape of a crane, beautifully folded. I unfolded the crane and saw Ning Ning's handwriting clearly projected onto it:

"Zhang Chu, please forgive me. I can't keep my promise to go back to Shanghai with you today. Yes, I lied to you, but you lied to me too, so I won't let myself bear too much guilt. From the day I left Shanghai, I knew everything between us was over.

Jiang Hanbin, that's the guy you used to imagine as your rival. I contacted him after I arrived in Sanya. He's already earned his master's degree from the Institute of Nanotechnology at the University of Queensland and is currently participating in an important research project with his supervisor. Knowing I was working as an intern tour guide here, he took a week off and flew from Brisbane to Sanya. He's the kind of sunny, understanding, and reassuring guy. We got along very well, almost like we were kindred spirits. He took advantage of me on my last night in Sanya..." The underwear I wore yesterday was also the one he bought for me that night. Of course, I didn't wear it for you. How was I supposed to know I'd run into you yesterday? So, you know why I kept wearing it. Afterwards, he took me back to Shanghai to get a visa. By the way, I think I saw you at CITIC Plaza the day we got the visa. After he went back to Australia, I went back to Sanya to continue working as a trainee tour guide while waiting for my visa to be issued.

You might be wondering why I didn't tell you the truth? Actually, I already told you I had a new boyfriend yesterday at Tianya Haijiao, but you didn't believe me then. I knew I couldn't get rid of you, so I brought you back here and made love to you wildly, leaving you confused, exhausted, and then got you drunk. Don't misunderstand, I had no intention of rekindling our romance. All my wild actions were... To get revenge, to get revenge on that woman. I know you couldn't have come to Sanya alone. Maybe you still think about me, but when you do, you're probably in another woman's arms. I know she must be in this city too. I'm going to make her spend a heartbreaking and helpless night, just to give her a taste of her own medicine, haha. I got my revenge on you at the cemetery last time. Do you think I'm a bit of a viper?

Now we're even. In a week, I'll be setting foot on Australian soil to start a new life. Before that, I might wander around the parts of my beloved homeland for a while. Don't come looking for me. You won't find me anyway. You should know now how wicked I am. I'm no longer the Ning Ning I used to be, no longer the Ning Ning who foolishly loved you. Forget... Take care! Ning Ning wrote in the early hours of December 1st: "After reading the letter, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited, almost bringing up all the undigested alcohol and barbecue from the previous night. After vomiting, I collapsed by the sink, unable to stand for a long time.

Half an hour later, I turned on the tap to flush away my vomit, then poured cold water over my scalp. The icy chill that lingered on my exposed skin is still vivid in my memory. It was suffocatingly hot outside, so why was the water so biting cold?

My mind was filled with her quiet, earnest gaze in the lobby of the Dadonghai Hotel yesterday, and those words, one by one, 'Zhang Chu, I'll go back with you.' And now? I'm just smiling foolishly. I've finally tasted the bitterness of a promise made in vain, the heart-wrenching, soul-crushing separation. What joy is there in living, what sorrow in dying!"

I remembered that noon at CITIC Pacific Plaza. The figure I saw from behind was indeed hers, and the Australian Consulate General in Shanghai was definitely there.

"Ning Ning, Ning Ning..." I murmured my lover's name over and over again. I thought that if she were willing to come back to me now, no matter what she had done wrong to me before, I would forgive her and start over with her. At that moment, it was as if I had suddenly been enlightened. Even if she were a snake, even if she were a scorpion, I couldn't live without her.

I picked up her letter again and found several stains on the white paper, the color of which was not obviously different, but at first glance, they were out of place on the whole page. I licked those stains; they had a faint salty taste.

Those were tears! Those were her tears! Since she wrote this letter with tears in her eyes, it meant that her coldness towards me in the letter was just a disguise; she still loved me!

I remembered her phone. Yesterday, before going to the beach, I secretly used her phone to call my own number while she was in the bathroom. The call log was there. Clinging to a sliver of hope, I trembled as I held the phone to my ear. "Hello, the number you dialed is not in service."

Like icy seawater extinguishing the last embers of hope in my heart, her phone was disconnected. Yes, she was going to Australia. Even if she went to another city, what would she need a Sanya phone number for? This city was just a transit point for her; I had been completely abandoned here.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock outside the door. A surge of joy filled me. Had Ning Ning returned? The person who opened the door was a local girl, probably not even 30 years old. She frowned when she saw me and gave me the impression that I should leave: "I'm the landlord here. The girl who rented the room has already checked out. It's already noon and we need to clean the room." I quickly asked, "What time did she check out? Where is she now?" The girl looked me up and down with a strange gaze, as if in her eyes Ning Ning and I weren't a good match. "She checked out at 7:30 this morning. Didn't she tell you? She originally booked a room here for a month, but because she checked out early, she paid a penalty. She told me you were sleeping and asked us to come back at noon to take over the room. Anyway, this room..." There weren't any valuables in the room, so I let her go. She left in a hurry, and of course, she wouldn't tell us where she was going. Suddenly remembering something, I asked, "Did you see her coming in and out of here with another man about two weeks ago?" The landlady lowered her head and thought for a moment. "Yes, I saw them in the elevator once. They seemed quite affectionate." As I stepped out of the room, the girl seemed unable to bear seeing my heartbroken state and called my name from behind. I knew she just wanted to say a few words of comfort. Ha! Had I been reduced to needing a little girl's pity now? So, I pretended to be strong and walked out without looking back.

I walked out of Lanhai Garden alone, utterly destitute, without even an umbrella. The sky suddenly tightened, and a biting sea wind swept up the dark clouds, pressing down on the sea. Several flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, and heavy rain poured down from the heavens. Pedestrians scattered and fled along the roadside; there wasn't a single empty taxi on the coastal boulevard. No one noticed my distraught state. I was torn apart, and tears, uncontrollably, mingled with the torrential rain, rolled down my rock-cold cheeks.

The sea seemed to weep and lament, the distant waters, accompanied by the wind and rain, pushing waves ashore one after another, only to slowly recede, vanish, and disappear. I tore the letter into pieces and scattered them into the air. The sea breeze was strong, the sky low and the water vast, only a flock of seagulls still soaring through the sky. Thousands of silver threads wove together into a broad curtain of rain, instantly swallowing the fluttering pieces of paper. The waves swayed and swayed, displaying countless graceful postures, reluctant to part, surging on and on. Facing such a moving sea, I felt like an old man on his deathbed, tears streaming down my face.

In this unfamiliar city at the southernmost tip of China, I was separated from the one I loved most.

Of course, I had no idea that Ning Ning, at this very moment, was also silently sobbing and wailing on the other side of this city.

Back at the Golden Palm Hotel in Yalong Bay, I rushed into the bathroom, wrung out my clothes, took a hot shower, and then, as if sleepwalking, stepped into the small bedroom in the suite, lying on the bed with empty eyes. Liu Tian pushed open the door and asked me how I was doing, but I didn't say a word. Looking into my lifeless pupils, she told me, "Su Rou booked a plane ticket yesterday, and her flight back to Shanghai this morning has already departed." I gave a stiff "Oh," and pulled the blanket over my head. Liu Tian sighed softly, turned, closed the door, and left.

I didn't eat dinner that night, had a low fever, kept calling Ning Ning's name, and drifted in and out of sleep. That night, I had a strange dream. I dreamt that a red rain was falling outside my window. I grabbed a glass bottle from the wine cabinet, excitedly ran to the beach, and filled the bottle to the brim with the red rain, intending to show it to Liu Tian the next day. When I woke up in the morning, the rain had stopped, and I found the bottle overflowing with clear water; the crimson had faded overnight. Perhaps she came from heaven and was destined to return. Maybe she knew her body couldn't return, and sent her soul there from afar.

Monday, December 6th,

Cloudy. The next morning, Liu Tian and I checked out of the room and drove our X5 away from this city that had left us heartbroken. Liu Tian knew that any comfort at this point would be useless; only time could slowly heal my pain. While driving, I vaguely recalled the landlady's somewhat unnatural look before I left Lan Hai Garden. She later stopped me, seemingly wanting to say something, and I regretted not stopping then.

Liu Tian and I remained silent the entire way, without making love. We drove day and night, taking turns driving, and finally returned to Shanghai on the fourth day. During

these few days, I hadn't contacted Su Rou until Monday when Liu Tian went to work and saw a letter Su Rou had left for her. The letter essentially said that during these days of lost contact, she had finally made up her mind to leave Shanghai. She had resigned from her job and was preparing to go to the United States across the ocean. Her aunt had property in Seattle, and she could get her aunt's help there to study or work and earn money.

At that very moment, I received a call from Su Rou at home. I yelled into the phone, "What? You're going abroad?? The flight is at noon today??? This isn't a comedy routine, Rou Rou, when did you get your visa???" Su Rou choked up on the phone, "Actually, I had it all done before I went to Sanya." I was completely dumbfounded. Only now did I realize that Su Rou treated this trip to Sanya with me as a farewell feast. Perhaps she was also holding onto a sliver of hope that if, in a new environment, and after revealing the secret she had kept buried in her heart for eight years, I could slowly forget Ning Ning, then maybe she would cancel her visa and change her mind. But on the night I met Ning Ning and called Liu Tian to tell her, I didn't return to Yalong Bay.

She knew it was all in vain. I was no longer the shy little boy who was endlessly infatuated with her. In fact, she understood that this ending was destined before the Sanya trip. After she told me the whole truth that early morning on the beach at Putuoshan, she was at peace and content. That moment of being together was enough for her to cherish for a lifetime.

I remembered the way she looked at me with such longing, and I remembered her soft whispers, "If we can't be together in this life, I will still wait for you in the next." One went to Australia, and the other went to America. Damn it, did they plan this together? They planned to mess with me, mess with me... mess with me... (1500 words omitted).

After the frenzy, I pressed my temples, lamenting my misfortune and angry at my own inaction. One tragedy after another lined up in an orderly queue and marched towards me. When I closed my eyes, it was all darkness. My mind was blank, and I couldn't think of any words of comfort at this moment.

Su Rou interrupted my thoughts on the other end of the phone, "Zhang Chu, are you back in Shanghai?" "Yes, I arrived last night," I answered blankly. "Then can you come to the airport to see me off?" I snapped back to reality, shouting into the phone, my eardrums ringing from my own voice, "Rou Rou, wait for me, you must wait for me!" I put down the phone, threw on my trench coat, and rushed out. My dad said, "You're going to the company today? Why didn't you bring your bag?" I mumbled a "yes" and dashed out like an arrow.

The subway arrived at Longyang Road, and I boarded the maglev train. At 300 kilometers per hour, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window, I felt as if I had entered a fleeting time tunnel.

My thoughts traveled back to 2002. I vaguely remembered that after Su Rou stopped replying to my letters, I would always catch a glimpse of a faint sadness on her face during breaks between classes, and I was the source of that sadness. Several times I mustered the courage to go up and tell her the truth, but each time I pretended to be nonchalant and strolled to within three meters of her, only to slink away in disgrace. Ultimately, I found myself completely devoid of the courage to even look her in the eye.

Back then, I often woke up from nightmares, imagining the disappointed look on her face when she saw me; even now, I feel a lingering fear.

Approaching again and again, only to flee again and again, I finally gave in to despair and told myself, "That's it. Let that beautiful yet vague impression remain in her memory."

My thoughts then traveled back through the time tunnel, stopping at Peach Blossom Island in Zhoushan two weeks ago. I sat by the river, beneath the fallen petals of a sycamore tree, holding a yellowed letter, reading the last letter Su Rou wrote to me eight years ago, a letter that was never sent. A few lines of sorrow, a letter filled with the pain of separation:

"You can watch me quietly all day, but who do you make me watch quietly all day? How I long to slowly move closer to you, even just a little bit, a tiny bit, but an ethereal voice tells me: 'Foolish girl, don't beg anymore. You've already missed each other in this life. Wait for the next.'...Day after day I see you but don't recognize you; turning back, I see no face. Our earthly ties are severed; we will never be together again." The short 8-minute drive quickly pulled me back to reality from my fleeting black-and-white memories. When I arrived at Terminal 2 of Pudong International Airport, there was less than an hour and a half before my flight. Su Rou, wearing a snow-white down jacket, a pure white silk scarf, a brown wool skirt, and tall leather boots, stood at the terminal entrance with red eyes and a slightly haggard look.

With some time before boarding, I took Su Rou's alabaster hand and led her through the terminal hall to another side hall that was not yet open to the public. We then went up to the second floor through a hidden emergency exit.

I held her tightly, and Su Rou buried her head in my chest, sobbing softly. I stroked her long hair. "Can you not leave?" Su Rou shook her head painfully, whimpering. "If we can't be together, why bother asking me to stay? If I can't take care of you, why force yourself?" She paused, then said haltingly, "I love you. I may never forget you in this lifetime." This was the first direct and explicit confession she had given me in eight years, and it might be her last. I hugged her tighter. "I can't forget you either." I had wanted to say I loved her too, but I couldn't deceive myself. I had indeed deeply loved her during my naive student days. Perhaps it was just an immature love, a love born of inferiority, a love I dared not face. Such love was as fragile as clear glass. And she never sent that last letter. We passed each other by countless times, each going our separate ways. My heart, after the cycle of Sanya, was now completely occupied by Ning Ning. "I'm sorry, Rou Rou, I feel so guilty." Su Rou covered my mouth, tears streaming down her beautiful face, falling onto the pure white silk scarf. I pulled open my trench coat, letting Su Rou's breasts press tightly against my chest. Even through her white down jacket, I could feel her proud breasts against my chest. Her breasts were so soft and full. She said softly through her tears, "Give me one last time, okay?" A strong desire finally broke through the shackles of reason. Perhaps this was the last time I would make love to Su Rou. I couldn't give her lasting happiness; I had hurt her time and time again. How could I bear to leave her with regrets now?

We had almost never used such a pure position before. Su Rou and I stood there, embracing each other, making love. Su Rou remained silent, tears streaming down her face, feeling my gentle thrusts into her lower body. All her loneliness, waiting, reluctance, grievances, and pain seemed to be released in that instant.

We silently absorbed each other's affection in this mechanical and simple posture, our salty tears mingling on our faces. After a long while, she became excited, tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around my neck and thrust her snowy buttocks upwards repeatedly. I felt her warm vagina spasm several times, her fingertips digging deeply into my firm back. Hot vaginal fluid gushed out in large gushes towards my glans, ejaculating again and again.

My penis was inserted into Su Rou's flower, tight and warm. Her clitoris seemed to follow the rhythm of her sobs, sucking and licking, making my glans throb. My pores opened wide, and the semen stored up for many days erupted like a volcano. Su Rou's sensuality was fully unleashed by her lover's passion before their separation. I felt her smooth nails digging into my flesh, and her pent-up yin essence, accumulated over many days, poured down onto my glans again and again without ceasing.

After the climax, Su Rou straightened her wool skirt, forcefully broke free from my embrace, dragged her wheeled luggage cart, and without a word of farewell, ran downstairs towards the terminal hall. I just let her break free from my arms, stood motionless by the open-air railing overlooking the first floor, watching her slightly thin figure as she ran, wiping away tears, her long hair swinging behind her pure white down jacket, running further and further away from me until she completely disappeared from my sight. Outside,

the sky was high and the clouds were light, and I took a deep breath of fresh air as I stepped out of the hall. As I boarded the airport bus, I saw an AA Airlines Boeing 777 wide-body passenger plane roar into the blue sky studded with white clouds. Five minutes earlier, I had even fantasized about scenes from TV dramas, imagining Su Rou suddenly appearing before me after all the passengers had boarded. But I quickly realized it was just a fairytale.

Better to cherish the memory than meet again, I consoled myself by gazing out the window. Just then, my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat. I picked it up and saw it was Liu Tian calling. A little disappointed, I pressed the answer button, and then I heard sobbing on the other end. Could this most optimistic and cheerful girl in history also shed tears because of her friend's departure? As I was still wondering, Liu Tian sobbed and gave me the answer, "Xu Yi and I broke up. He's found someone new there..." I was stunned again, but then I comforted myself, thinking that one hole or two holes in the sky don't make much difference. I smiled bitterly and said, "Tian'er, don't be sad. We're both in the same boat. At least you still have me to support you." "But...but your heart belongs to Ning Ning," "There's only love between Ning Ning and me, but there are many other feelings besides love, such as the most important one—family—which only you can give me." "You'll still go to Ning Ning?" "Really?" "No way, she already has a new boyfriend. Why would I bother? But I can never let her go." "Then can I be your little lover forever?" I was silent for a long time. "You've always been my good lover, my sister. You're the only confidante I have." Liu Tian seemed to suddenly become infinitely happy on the phone. She hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure Ning Ning has a new boyfriend?" I lowered my head in despair. "I've roughly confirmed it." "You saw it with your own eyes?" I was speechless.

Friday, January 1st, Sunny.

Due to the relentless harassment of the strong cold air from the north, the temperature in Shanghai finally dropped below freezing. Even at noon when the sun was shining brightly, the biting wind still stung my face slightly. However, my heart was warm and cozy, a different kind of paradise. At this very moment, Ning Ning's arm was draped in the crook of my elbow as we walked along the quiet, wide tree-lined path in the neighborhood. Three-story-high evergreen camphor trees lined both sides of the path, and sunlight filtered through the dense, oval-shaped yellow leaves, illuminating Ning Ning's beautiful face. Her eyes, bright and clear as spring blossoms, shone like swirling snowflakes in a gentle breeze, or like light clouds obscuring the sun. My heart melted at the sight.

This wasn't Ning Ning's first visit, but this was only her second time visiting this newly moved-in small detached house. When the three of us squeezed into our old house near the Central Ring Road, Ning Ning never complained. Now, having moved into a detached house outside the Outer Ring Road, she didn't seem particularly happy. After all, this house was a gift from my uncle to my parents, not something I had earned through my own hard work. In exchange, the old house in the Central Ring Road was sold, and the proceeds went to my uncle. Living with her parents in the future is impossible, and commuting to work in the suburbs is inconvenient. Ning Ning still hopes to buy a house in the city center, but realizing this plan seems a long way off at the moment.

Crossing a covered bridge, her home is just ahead. The house is by the river, with lush lawns in front and behind. The garden isn't large; she fenced it off herself. When she handed the keys to her mother, the house was already fully renovated, so she didn't have to put much effort into it. The garden only has a rough outline; the details are up to her to arrange.

Both her parents were factory workers. Her mother retired five years ago due to the factory relocation, and her father, being much older than her, also recently retired. Now, because the securities brokerage is downsizing and no longer providing offices for headquarters staff, she's also working from home. This is actually quite good; it saves on commuting costs, and the three of them can be together every day, like celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival or Lantern Festival, enjoying the bliss of family life.

Turning a corner, her mother saw them through the arched white glass door. She opened the door into the garden, then opened the gate to welcome them in.

“Auntie, are you making lunch? Let me help you.” Ning Ning took off her coat and put it on the sofa, went into the kitchen, and reached for an apron, but her mother stopped her. “Ning, you’ve come all this way and you must be tired. Take a rest first. I’ll ask you for help when I get busy.” “Isn’t Uncle home?” “Oh, he went to the market to buy some semi-finished products. He can just stir-fry them in a pan.” I also winked at Ning Ning. “Mom, you’ll have to work hard today. Ning needs to look up some information at the company. I’ll take her to the study to look it up.” As I spoke, I hurriedly pulled Ning Ning upstairs, passing the study door without going in, and directly pulled her into the master bedroom balcony. Ning Ning put one hand on her hip and questioned me, “Didn’t you say I needed to look up information, Zhang Chu? Okay, you come with me to look up information.” I smiled mischievously and put my arm around her delicate body. “No problem. There’s a lot of information about Ms. Cang on the computer. It’s very detailed and very powerful. I wonder which position Ning’er wants to learn?” Ning Ning blushed. "You're hopeless! I'll get rid of all your unhealthy mental opium sooner or later." The balcony was completely enclosed with double-glazed windows, covered with blue and white cobblestone tiles, and had a hanging basket made of kudzu vines and bamboo suspended by steel cables. Ning Ning had bought it with me at the furniture market the first time we came to our new home. The north wind was completely blocked out of the window, leaving only the bright but not scorching midday sun. The entire balcony was like a warm bed, where happiness and warmth spread and flourished.

Ning Ning had taken off her coat downstairs. She was wearing a stretchy, pure white wool sweater that perfectly outlined her exquisite curves, and a scarlet floral wool long skirt. Her long hair hung down to her waist. I stood behind her, my hands cupping her high, firm breasts through the sweater. Because of the elastic sweater, Ning Ning's breasts appeared exceptionally round and firm, yet full and soft. “Your mom’s downstairs, I can’t relax,” Ning Ning resisted, twisting her chest. “It’s okay, I’ve already locked the bedroom door,” I said, pulling Ning Ning into my arms and letting her lean against the windowsill. My gradually hardening penis pressed against her ample buttocks, and my hands continued to caress her breasts through the fabric. In the dazzling, slightly intoxicating sunlight, my thoughts seemed to drift back to a year ago.

In university, although I labeled myself as an oddball, it was really just a manifestation of my lack of confidence in my appearance. Although I organized and participated in many student union activities, naturally, I didn’t gain the approval of any girl, and I remained heartbroken until graduation. Perhaps for the same reason, I couldn’t find a job in my field for a whole year after graduation. I sent out resumes and spent my days hanging out in the stock trading hall, happily analyzing stocks for older men and women with the 8,000 yuan my mother gave me. After losing nearly a third of it myself, I miraculously received an interview invitation from a famous investment consulting company in Shanghai.

This investment consulting firm had many registered analysts who frequently appeared on television. Excited, I arrived at the company headquarters and, surprisingly, stood out in the highly competitive interview process thanks to my quick wit. It was called "equal selection" because I later learned that all the other interviewees had also passed… After two weeks of rudimentary training, I started working without a license. The investment consulting firm dispatched me to Tianhe Securities A branch without signing any employment contract, as an outsourced employee, with a monthly salary of 1200 yuan and no social security contributions. In reality, this investment consulting firm had a membership agreement with over a hundred securities branches similar to Tianhe A throughout the city. Member branches paid the investment consulting firm 3000 yuan per month in consulting fees, and the firm then took 1200 yuan from that and gave it to outsourced consultants like me.

Knowing I had become severely exploited, secondhand cheap labor, but since it was my first hard-won job, I still shook hands with the elderly men and women in the retail investor hall, saying goodbye with joy and excitement, and rushed off to my new battlefield.

Because I was an external employee, my job was actually quite easy. The first task was to go to the trading hall every noon and after the market closed, and give a scathing analysis. The second was to write a unique stock market analysis article every morning, which later became a turning point in my career. The third was to hold a stock market salon every Wednesday evening at 7:30 pm in the trading hall. It was called a salon, but it was really just me giving a monologue for over an hour before interacting with the investors.

Perhaps I had a talent for public speaking, and the timing was perfect—it was early July (just a year after I graduated), and the area around the company was mostly old-style residential buildings. Many investors, wearing tank tops, were there under the guise of attending a lecture, but actually to enjoy the free air conditioning. My analysis wasn't rigid; I often incorporated current stock market topics with my own unique interpretations. They seemed to be captivated by my whimsical and rambling talk, forgetting their original purpose of cooling off, and the noise gradually subsided. By the second Wednesday, the hall was almost full.

On the third Wednesday, as I was speaking animatedly, my eyes darting across the faces etched with the marks of time in the audience, I suddenly noticed a beautiful girl in the back row, dressed in a pale yellow dress. She was elegant and graceful, as pure and beautiful as an orchid. For a moment, I paled slightly. My eloquent speech faltered inexplicably. In this hall where the average age was past fifty, not to mention a beautiful girl, even an ordinary girl seemed like a goddess to me.

She appeared to be holding a small notebook, jotting down some of my thoughts. A middle-aged man sitting next to her occasionally struck up a conversation with her, and the girl sometimes returned his smile politely. When she smiled, her delicate nose always wrinkled slightly, like ripples on a spring breeze. This signature smile of hers remained etched in my mind for a long time afterward.

My salon runs from 7:30 PM to 9:00 PM, usually leaving only the last twenty minutes for interaction with the stock market participants. I noticed she hurriedly left at 8:30 PM. I glanced at her graceful figure, feeling a little disappointed and regretful, but still warm inside. She had at least taken notes on some of my presentation, making the day worthwhile.

The fourth Wednesday, before the salon even started, I was organizing my outline on stage when she appeared again, still sitting in the back row with a notebook. A middle-aged man saw her and moved closer, sitting next to her, seemingly boasting about his soaring stock prices. Again, at 8:30 PM, before the interaction even began, she hurriedly left again.

This happened every Wednesday for several days in a row; she would appear on time and leave on time. During that period, I developed "Wednesday Syndrome." I, who was usually unkempt, started styling my hair, showering extra meticulously, and brushing my teeth extra hard. My hormonal imbalance made me realize I had fallen for this girl who often wore a pale yellow dress and whose nose wrinkled slightly when she smiled. Because of her, I revised my speeches more and more each time, making them increasingly brilliant. I lost all immunity in her presence, and every Wednesday evening became my happiest time.

I always suspected she lived nearby, and every day after work, except Wednesdays, I would obsessively walk around the company area, hoping to spot her in the crowd, but this wish never came true. (

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