Filial Piety (Side Story) 1

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The final exams for the first semester of ninth

grade are fast approaching, and the study atmosphere in the class is gradually intensifying. I've always

been a good student, so I'm never too nervous before exams, while my classmates

are all studying hard. This is always my most free time. During this period, I'm

often surrounded by pretty girls who aren't academically strong, because helping them during exams is my biggest

hobby!

Actually, my grades could be much better; with a little effort, I could easily be first or second. But I always have

a strong sense of selflessness, and my parents don't expect much from me, so I always

rush through the first hour of the exam, then spend almost two-thirds of the time

helping other classmates pass answers, especially the pretty girls.

My "selflessness" naturally wins the favor of most classmates, especially the pretty ones! This always makes us the object of envy and jealousy among the other boys in

the class who are doing well academically but don't have time to pay attention to the others. Actually,

their unpopularity wasn't just because they always used up all their time to finish exams,

but more so because those stingy boys would compete with the girls for rankings—it wasn't generous!

Beautiful girls didn't like that!

Yu Hua, true to her name, was exquisitely beautiful, like a flower carved from white jade.

She was always surrounded by admirers, but Yu Hua would chatter

incessantly . This made those admirers even more jealous.

Yu Hua's closeness to me wasn't just because I was a good student, or because I was handsome (at 14,

I was skinny and lacked any manly charm), but because we were childhood sweethearts, living

less than 100 meters apart. She was 11 months younger than me, so every day her mother would

drop her off at our doorstep so we could walk together to school—it's been like that since elementary school.

Around the time I started elementary school, I hated her the most; she followed me around like a little tail every day.

She even got involved in my boys' activities. Once, to get rid of her, I said I was

going to the men's bathhouse with my friends! I asked her what she would do, if she came too. She hesitated for a moment, then finally

said with a determined look, "If you go, I'll go!" I was speechless and completely exasperated!

To scare her, we actually went to the men's bathhouse entrance. But she followed

me without any shame! In the end, of course, I didn't go in—because the old man at the door wouldn't let girls in, so I

had no to stay away. The kids who went with us ran in, shouting, "Chen Yang, Chen Yang,

aren't you ashamed? You bring your wife to the bathhouse, your wife doesn't have a penis!"

I was furious at their shouting, but I couldn't go over and argue with them, saying, "She's not my wife!" So,

almost crying from anger, I could only vent my frustration on my little tagalong. Yu Hua cried too, feeling wronged, but she still

wouldn't my side. This happened when I was less than 7 years old, two months before I started first grade.

I enrolled in primary school, but Yuhua couldn't because she was too young. Yuhua went back and

made a scene with her mother, insisting on going to school. Because she was too young, her mother initially didn't plan to send her, but after her

outburst, and because her mother was rather indulgent, she used connections to get her enrolled. At the time, I thought her mother was incredibly capable;

she was the deputy director of a small factory in our neighborhood, practically a prominent figure in the area,

so getting her daughter into primary school must have been a piece of cake.

Yuhua's mother was very beautiful. It's said that during the time when educated youth went to the countryside, the

educated youth had many fights because of her. Several boys got into conflicts and even

fought over saying a few words to her. This put the educated youth administrators in a very difficult position, so

they recruited her mother back to the city early on!

I won't go into Yuhua's story. Now, about myself, my parents were both intellectuals. My father was said

to be a well-known textile machinery expert in China at the time, and many people abroad knew him and greatly

admired . It was precisely for this reason that my father was severely persecuted during the Cultural Revolution. After several rounds of criticism and struggle sessions,

the higher authorities decided to send him to a farm for labor reform. However, he was sent back on the way there. I heard that

someone from above said that my father had made outstanding contributions to the development of textile machinery in New China, and that his reform should

focus on ideological education, using only verbal persuasion and not physical force. Therefore, my father was only allowed to write a self-criticism

report , and could stay at home the rest of the time.

My mother also studied textile machinery; she and my father were classmates before Liberation. Now she was also sent down

to work in a textile factory as a repairman. My mother used to be a designer, and now repairing those things only required explaining the principles, which the

repairmen did. They respected my mother very much. So my mother had a relatively quiet life every day.

My mother was very beautiful. Sometimes I tried to compare her to Yuhua's

mother , but no matter how I compared them, apart from Yuhua's mother being younger, I couldn't find any other

aspect where she surpassed my mother.

However dressed very modestly, always wearing wide-legged pants that concealed her figure, work clothes, a work hat, and a mask,

even in summer. This was because the factory where my mother worked had a lot of cotton lint flying around, so wearing masks was required for work.

But let's not talk about my family anymore; let's talk about Yuhua.

Yuhua got to go to school in the same year as me, and even in the same class. Her mother was very happy and

said to me several times on different occasions: "You're the older brother, you must take good care of your younger sister!"

Seeing my aunt's trust, I proudly said, "Auntie, don't worry, I've got it covered!" And

just like that, I couldn't shake off the tail.

Elementary school was boring; I hadn't even developed yet, so there's nothing to say about elementary school.

In the budding days of my youth, I began to understand the beauty and ugliness of women, and I realized for the first time that

the girl was quite pretty. A few times I thought about touching her hair, or brushing against her already beginning to swell

breasts. Each time she chased me away: "Go away, don't be a pervert!"

That's what she always said. But when I didn't make any move or gesture towards her, she would

start flirting with me, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I've also observed that our interactions were limited to...

When no one was around, she always acted so serious, almost like she was putting on an act.

One day, she didn't come to school with me. I waited for a long time at my door, almost late, and I couldn't

resist running to her house and calling her from outside. Her parents weren't home. She came out and told me she had asked for leave and

wouldn't be going to school that day, and that I should go by myself. I asked her what was wrong, and she blushed for no reason, calling me a pervert! Then

she ran back into the house.

I was completely baffled!

The next day, she came to school again, but a little later than usual, and didn't go with me.

Seeing her looking so worried in class, I felt a pang of sadness, so I took the initiative to

talk to her.

"Yangzi, my stomach hurts. Don't mind what happened yesterday!"

"It's okay, I've already forgotten about it. Did you take any medicine?"

"No need for medicine, it'll be fine in a couple of days!" She said, blushing again for no reason. But I didn't notice.

"Okay, you rest, I'm going to play!" I said, running out of the classroom. She lay on the desk again,

tilting her head to look out, watching us boys fooling around.

That night, we walked home together. Seeing how uncomfortable she looked, I said, "Yuhua, let me carry you!"

She hesitated for a moment, then unusually said, "Okay, I'm heavy, can you carry me?"

"No problem!" I let her lie on my back and carried her. Unexpectedly, Yuhua, who usually looked

so thin and small, was actually quite heavy. I started panting after walking two hundred meters. But the soft

flesh of her chest pressed against my back, it felt so good! I didn't want to put her down.

"Yangzi, are you tired? Why don't you put me down?"

"No need, I'm fine!"

"Oh! Yangzi, you're so kind! You...do you know what's wrong with me?"

"No, didn't you say your stomach hurt?"

"Yangzi...um...Yangzi," I could clearly sense her hesitation, "I'm telling you, you

're not allowed to tell anyone, and you can't let my mom know I told you."

"Okay, I promise!"

"You promise, you promise Chairman Mao!"

I was getting impatient. If it weren't for that tender softness pressing against my back, I wouldn't have made that

promise . And if I made a promise, I really couldn't break it!

"Okay, okay, I promise Chairman Mao I won't tell anyone!"

"Um... I... I got my period, you know, the bleeding down there. My mom said... she said it's called

menstruation, meaning all girls get it when they grow up!"

"Oh, really? Is it the kind you put tissues in your underwear?"

"Ah! Yes, but how did you know? My mom said this kind of thing shouldn't be known by men,

unless it's her own man, so... so I told you! But how did you know?

Did any of your female classmates already tell you?" Yu Hua looked very aggrieved and on the verge of tears, as if someone had taken her place and

stolen her virginity.

"No, no, I just saw my mom doing that, and there was a lot of blood on it. I asked her if it hurt, and

she said it didn't!"

"Oh! I see. My mom also said that when I grow up, get married, and have children, it won't hurt anymore!" After talking like

this, they finally arrived at her house!

"Hua'er, what's wrong? Why are you on his back?" Her mother looked at me carrying Yuhua, not with

gratitude, but with anger at the sight of my skin touching her daughter's through her clothes.

"Auntie, her stomach hurts, so I carried her!" I said, feeling a little aggrieved.

"Yes, that's right," Yuhua quickly chimed in.

"I saw it, but you can't let him carry you like that, your... never mind,

thank you, Yangzi!" Yuhua's mother was helpless; she knew I meant well.

After that, Yuhua came to school less often. Many times, when I couldn't wait and ran to her house,

her mother said she had already left. She also avoided me at school. Twice we bumped into each other,

but she just lowered her head and walked past, something she had never done before.

"Yuhua, I want to ask you something, you!... Never mind, I won't ask?"

"Yangzi, ask away. I know you're upset that I haven't been talking to you lately, right?" Yuhua

looked innocent, which confirmed my suspicions—it must be her mother!

"Oh, it's okay. Actually, I guessed what happened. I won't make things difficult for you, Yuhua.

Just be careful when you go to school. I'll still come to school at the same time, and you can choose to leave at the same time

. We won't walk together!"

"I know, Yangzi, thank you!" Yuhua said, about to cry, but I stopped her.

"What are you doing? If someone sees us at school, they'll say I did something to you! Don't cry." I said

innocently. She became even more reckless: "It's you who did something to me! It's you! Who told you to make me worry about

you every day, to be so eager for me to marry you before I even grew up? I haven't spoken to my mother for two days!" Yuhua

was being unreasonable, and I couldn't do anything about it.

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