【Tales of the Old City】(Chapter 32)

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When Yan Rong arrived at the shop, it was almost six o'clock in the evening, and there were hardly any customers left in the shopping street. She

could see from afar that her shop was still open, the lights still on.

She went inside, and Xiao Ma's eyes lit up when she saw her. "Auntie, you're back?" she said with a smile.

"Back?" Ma Jianqin, putting down the clothes she was packing, said, "Why are you back so soon? Didn't you

get to stay a couple more days?" Yan Rong felt her back and legs were still sore, and muttered, "A couple more days? I'm

already exhausted!" "Hehe, going out to play is just torture," Xiao Ma chimed in. "Auntie, my uncle has been

coming to the shop these past few days." Yan Rong's heart skipped a beat. Cao Zhicheng! Could he really have taken a liking to her? "What's he doing here?

" Xiao Ma smiled mysteriously and said, "You know perfectly well what he's asking. He's just here to see you. When he came, I told

him you were out having fun. He came again yesterday, asking when you were coming back. He came again this morning, asking why you haven't come back yet. What do

you think he's here for?" Being cared for by someone always warms the heart. Although Yan Rong thought Cao Zhicheng was a bit old

and not very handsome, she still found him quite charming. A smile involuntarily appeared on her lips as she said, "That old Cao!"

Xiao Ma noticed her expression and said, "Auntie, it's obvious that my uncle cares about you a lot.

Don't any feelings for him?" "Want any feelings?!" Yan Rong said feignedly, "He asked you to be his matchmaker? You're really

going all out! -- How's the shop these days?" Xiao Ma was interrupted and had no choice but to get back to the point. "The shop's doing alright,

about the same as usual. Oh, by the way, Auntie, I wanted to tell you something." Yan Rong sat on a small chair in the shop,

not even looking up. "Go ahead." "Hehe, it's just—my husband Yu Xi is coming back the day after tomorrow, and I'd like to ask for two days off to come back and spend time

with him." Yan Rong looked up at Xiao Ma, who was still a little shy. She smiled and teased, "What's there to be embarrassed about? You're a grown

man! It's just that kind of thing! Go ahead, no one's stopping you—and they can't stop you anyway!" "If you don't let me

go, I won't go!" Xiao Ma chuckled.

"Stop pretending! I wouldn't dare stop you from leaving. You're happy about that! Waiting and hoping for his return, what do you call

—spending the night together! Hurry up and go." "Look at what you're saying, so disgusting. We're an old married couple,

what ?" Xiao Ma was still stubborn.

Yanrong found her insincere expression amusing. "You! -- Dry land needs watering!

You haven't done 'that' since after the New Year! I bet you're dreaming about it!" As if she'd hit a nerve, Xiao Ma's face flushed

red. "I'm not talking to you anymore, it's so painful!" "How about it? I told you, you're dying of embarrassment just thinking about it

!" Yanrong enjoyed watching the naive Xiao Ma's embarrassed state when teased.

Xiao Ma blushed and her heart pounded, unable to reply, she took her clothes and went into the inner room.

When she came out, she said, "I'm not going back tomorrow, I'm leaving early the day after tomorrow." "Then what for? Aren't you going home

to tidy up?" "Nothing to tidy up? I live with his parents, what's there to tidy up? You should rest at home

tomorrow , going out is tiring, come back the day after tomorrow. I'll lock the accounts in the drawer for you tomorrow night." "Whatever.

" Yanrong thought it would be good for her to rest at home tomorrow.

Xiao Ma quickly packed up the shop. Yanrong found her quite likable, and chatting with her was

quite pleasant, even more relaxing than talking to Binglan and the others. "I won't be cooking at home tonight, and you shouldn't go home either

. Let's go out to eat." Xiao Ma rented an apartment by herself, so going home didn't really matter to her. She nodded and said, "Okay,

where to?" "Just something to eat, maybe we can go to the Golden Collar Hotel!" After

eating at a roadside stall, Yanrong practically dragged Ma Jianqin to her place. It wasn't out of enthusiasm, but rather

because she felt that too much had happened in the past two days, and she was afraid she would overthink things at night alone.

It would be better to have Xiao Ma chat with her casually.

After showering and watching TV for a while, Yanrong pulled Xiao Ma to bed. Xiao Ma originally wanted to sleep on the sofa, but

Yanrong wouldn't allow it, nor would she let her sleep in Haoxuan's bed. She insisted on pulling her to the big bed to talk.

Once in bed, Xiao Ma asked, "What are you talking about?" "Nothing, I just don't want to sleep alone," Yan Rong replied,

and it was the truth. She was afraid that she would still be thinking about Mingxu and their past. Her mind could still

conjure up Mingxu's slender frame, his scholarly expression, and of course, his erect penis. She

could even feel Mingxu's body temperature, his vigorous thrusts on her

, the tightness in her vagina, the hardening of her nipples, and the frenzied satisfaction of Mingxu's semen shooting into her.

Yes, she knew it was all over. But now that it was all over, she felt

it was a terrifying, crazy, confusing, yet also thrilling and exciting experience. She was a little scared;

how could she, at her age, do such a thing? But her body was undoubtedly experiencing pleasure and enjoyment

.

Her mind kept asking herself, was this lewdness?

She couldn't think too much, she didn't want an answer anyway. Right now, she'd rather not think about anything at all.

She just wanted to talk to someone, distract herself, and then get a good night's sleep.

Xiao Ma, however, misunderstood, laughing and saying, "What's wrong? You don't want to sleep alone, but you can't drag me to sleep with you. I

'm a woman." Yan Rong looked at her, knowing she didn't understand, and didn't say anything.

Xiao Ma turned to the side and said, "What's wrong? Missing a man?" Yan Rong looked at this young woman who called her "Auntie,"

unsure how to answer.

"Oh, I miss him, don't deny it. You asked me this afternoon, and I admitted it." Xiao Ma persisted.

"Fine, then!" Yan Rong feigned impatience.

"Hehe, I knew it. Actually, having a man is quite nice. No matter what, it makes you feel secure. So ...""Actually, it doesn't matter what kind of man he is. Even if he's a bit old," Xiao Ma said earnestly. 　　"Stop—" Yan Rong heard the implication in her voice. "What are you doing? Are you trying to persuade your uncle again? 　　" Xiao Ma chuckled. "No, I'm just stating a fact." Yan Rong actually thought Xiao Ma was right. Having a man by her side made her feel secure. Before Hao Xuan's father and she divorced, life was generally tough, but it was still quite fulfilling, unlike now, when she felt lost and uncertain. Actually, when a woman wants a man, it's not just about sex. For example, although she had that kind of experience with Ming Xu, she couldn't possibly...

Even if I treat him like my own man, I can't rely on him. Many people tell themselves—you have a long life ahead of

you, don't hold on too long—I used to think it didn't matter, but recently, especially in the last year, I really

feel that besides running the shop and doing housework, I feel very anxious about the rest of my time. Maybe it's time to find a man.

"Don't try to persuade me or your uncle. I haven't completely closed the door on this. I know in my heart that

if I can find someone who's good to me and good to Haoxuan, I might consider taking the next step. But this is a matter for me

to decide, so don't nag me anymore." Xiao Ma perked up at this, sitting up abruptly. "

Really ?

That's great! If my uncle knew, he'd be ecstatic—okay, I won't say anything more. Whether you like him

or not entirely up to fate. If he really marries you, and marries

such a wonderful woman, it's truly a blessing from his past life. I think you're exceptionally good; he actually has good taste

.

" "You're so quick-witted!" Hearing Xiao Ma's praise, Yan Rong was secretly pleased, but she

retorted, "You're praising me, but you're just scheming!" Xiao Ma chuckled. "Auntie, I've always heard

the older women in the village say that women are like chili peppers, and men are like the pestle and millstone for pounding garlic. They can't live without each other.

The chili pepper is just a tool for the pestle and millstone; without it, a woman is just an ornament, meaningless!"

Yanrong understood the implication and laughed. "You always talk nonsense. When did you become like this?

If you ask me, you really have a bit—" Xiao Ma couldn't stand hearing anything, so she kept her in suspense and quickly said, "What do I

have a bit of?" Yanrong looked at her, and after a long pause, uttered a single word—" Xiao Ma was taken aback at first, then started

laughing to herself, "Okay, I'm sexy, I'm sexy, I'm being slutty when I'm talking to you from the bottom of my heart. Okay, I'm sexy, I

really am—and you, you're not sexy, you're just pretending, Auntie. Tell me, which woman doesn't want that kind of thing? Unless she's never done it before,

once she's done it and knows the pleasure, how many don't want it?" Yanrong felt that Jianqin's words, though rough

, were true. Yes, didn't she want it? How could she not think about it? Last night she was still rolling around in bed with Mingxu, and the feeling

was like heaven. In all these years, these past few days at Beidu Mountain have been the most enjoyable and womanly she's ever been. As she

thought about it , she felt her vagina getting wet again. She knew that for a long time to come, she would probably

be alone in bed thinking about it, and no matter how wet she was, she would have to let it dry on its own. She murmured to herself, trying to comfort herself, "

Think? -- I'm already in my late forties, almost fifty, but I don't think as much as you young people. Hey,

Jianqin, you came here after the New Year, and your husband went out to work. It's been half a year, and you often think about him,

but what can you do when you can't see him or touch him?" "What can you do? Just endure it!" Xiao Ma's

mood and she lay down again. "Try not to think about him. If I have nothing to do at night, I go out for a walk and watch TV.

I stay up until I'm sleepy, then I fall asleep." Suddenly, she blushed and turned to Yanrong. "Or, auntie, you

have to keep this a secret, don't tell anyone -- or I can touch myself down there. Sometimes, rubbing it

can be quite satisfying." Yanrong knew what she meant and sighed, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it." "

It's embarrassing to say, I don't do that often, but sometimes I can't resist the urge, so I do it once in

a . I have a godmother back home who says that a woman is like the land; she needs a man's water to irrigate her. If you don't water her, the land

will go to waste." Yanrong laughed and said, "You know everything. It's all because of your aunts and uncles who have corrupted you

. But they're right, you're a good piece of land, so don't let it go to waste. To be honest, Jianqin

, we've known each other for quite a while now, and I really think you're a great girl. If you were ten years younger,

I'd like to keep you with my Haoxuan." Xiao Ma, naturally cheerful, smiled even more

broadly saying, "..." "It's a pity I'm not destined for that, otherwise, I'd really be willing to marry into your family—to be your

daughter-in-law . Hey, but your Haoxuan has nothing to worry about. He's tall and good-looking. When he goes to university,

won't he be constantly pursued by female students? Someone like me, after working in the city for two years, I'd rather go back to the countryside and set up a small stall and do some

business . Don't bring me up." Yan Rong actually thought Xiao Ma was a good person. Sometimes he was quick-witted,

but he was still very innocent. She clicked her tongue and said, "Yes, the age difference is too big." Xiao Ma suddenly

chuckled again, "Actually, I read in a book that women become more sexually aroused as they get older, while younger women

don't think about it much. Men, on the other hand, are strongest and most energetic in their late teens and early twenties. As

they get older, they decline. After thirty, they start to decline. Like my husband, he's not as vigorous as he was when we first got married.

So, the book says that from that perspective, a woman being older than a man is the most suitable." Yan Rong looked coldly at Xiao Ma,

then suddenly smacked her on the head. "What's wrong with you? You always think of things in that way! And you're

a woman, saying you're not slutty? I think you're really slutty!" Xiao Ma giggled, covering her head with the blanket, still

laughing under the covers.

Xiao Ma got up early to go to the shop, while Yan Rong stayed in bed a little longer. Firstly, she was really exhausted these past two days

, and secondly, she was a little uneasy. After all, she was going to see Hao Xuan at noon, and she felt that seeing

him would definitely make her feel strange. In the past two days, a lot had happened to both her and her son, things that

could be described as crazy or even absurd. What should she say? How should she say it? Yan Rong lay in bed with her eyes wide open, thinking

for a long time but still couldn't come up with anything.

She had no choice but to get up, buy some groceries, and specially bought two pounds of beef and a pair of kidneys, thinking she needed to

nourish her son. The morning passed by in a flurry of activity.

Hao Xuan arrived home at noon. As soon as he entered, Yanrong noticed his gaze was different, evasive.

Knowing his little secret, she pretended not to notice and said, "Haoxuan's back." Haoxuan

forced a smile and said, "Yes, I'm back. You're home too." Yanrong's smile was also

somewhat forced, but she smiled nonetheless."Yes, I got home yesterday afternoon. I was planning to let you go home last night,

but your Aunt Binglan wouldn't let me, saying you should stay another night. She only told you I was back this morning, right?" As she said this

, Yan Rong kept staring at him, trying to find her answer in his eyes.

Hao Xuan, of course, knew nothing of the whole affair; his mother was one of the orchestrators, and he was completely unaware of her involvement.

He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Yes, Aunt Binglan is so kind." He had only found out this morning

that his mother was back. Binglan had woken him up early, and his first reaction when she told him the news was even a little

dejected. Aunt Binglan, on the other hand, seemed very calm. She asked him if he was reluctant to leave, and Haoxuan nodded,

reaching out touch Aunt Binglan's breasts under her pajamas. Binglan sat on the edge of the bed, letting him touch her, her hand also

caressing Haoxuan's penis through his underwear. Haoxuan's penis immediately became erect. He wanted to touch Aunt Binglan's vagina,

but Binglan turned away, saying, "Stop fooling around, it's time for class. It's not good to be late." She still stroked

his penis a few times. Haoxuan, still trying to get closer, was stopped by Binglan, who stood up and said, "You really can't keep making a fuss. If you do,

I really won't want you to leave." Haoxuan asked, "Do you want me to leave?" Binglan coldly replied, "

What's the use of whether I want to or not? Your mother wants you to go home, can you not go?" Haoxuan felt very down and lingered on the bed

for a long time before

finally saying, "Then can I still come—to see you?" When Binglan turned around, Haoxuan saw that her eyes were also a little red. She said, "You can come whenever you want—if your mother agrees, you can come, whenever you want." Haoxuan wondered

what excuse he could come for in the future and timidly said, "Then—if my mother doesn't know, can I come secretly?" Binglan

stood at the bedroom door for a while with her back to him and said, "You should focus on your studies. You have exams coming up soon, don't put

your mind on other things. In the future—if you want to come, we'll see!" Haoxuan

went to school in this atmosphere of separation, and his mood was terrible all morning.

Yanrong felt a pang of sadness as her son spoke highly of Aunt Binglan. She stood up and went to the kitchen to heat up the food. "Change

your clothes and wash your hands before eating," she said. When the food was served, Haoxuan, still a child, wolfed it down. Yanrong

watched her son, her feelings incredibly complex. From an older generation's perspective, a boy is considered an

adult . But Haoxuan's coming of age in this way felt strange to Yanrong. A

young man, and he'd had his first time with Binglan, who was over forty. Actually, all women are

critical of their sons' partners, seeing them as the "culprits" who stole their sons, especially Binglan, her best friend.

She felt Binglan had truly stolen her son. She found her own thoughts laughable, because by that logic, she'd

also "stolen" Mingxu. Oh well, everyone has their own fate. It's happened, what can she say?

Besides, it's better with Binglan than with some dirty woman.

Slightly relieved, she asked, "How have you been these past few days?" "Pretty good." Hao Xuan was afraid of giving himself

away, so he answered very carefully.

"Was it fun at your Aunt Binglan's house?" "It was alright. Quite fun." Hao Xuan really felt that every

question was like a hook, and he didn't dare to say much.

Yan Rong looked at the little bluish hairs on her son's lips; he was starting to look like a little man. She had raised him to this age, and now

she was giving him away. She really couldn't bear to part with him; she felt uncomfortable no matter who took him away.

"You've been having a blast these past few days, haven't you?" Yan Rong's son, with food in his bowl, interrupted before he could speak, saying, "You've had your fun

, you've gone crazy, now focus on your studies." Hao Xuan mumbled an agreement, but then he wondered, what was wrong

with his mother today? Why was she saying he was having fun and going crazy? Did she really know something? He looked up at

his mother, but there was no particular expression on her face. He thought maybe it was her early menopause, and quickly lowered his head to eat.

In the afternoon, Yanrong sat by the window, basking in the warm sun through the curtains. She felt drowsy, but

a rare sense of peace settled in her heart. She felt that the old days were quite good, just her and her son living a simple

life. Sometimes people have many ideas, wanting to try, wanting to change, wanting to pursue more things.

But in the end, they find that nothing is real, nothing is left. Yanrong looked out the window; the gray buildings

seemed lifeless, like a calm lake without a ripple.

In fact, from yesterday to today, many questions had inevitably crossed her mind. Would Mingxu

come looking for her? Would she go to Mingxu? Of course, what would happen between Haoxuan and Binglan? Would Haoxuan

still be able to get into university? Ultimately, these questions boiled down to one question: "Do I regret it?" At

this point, Yanrong became more open-minded. She had always been a rather independent woman, and she had always believed in

the logic of "do no wrong, regret no wrong," because regret is the most pointless thing. What's done is done;

what ? Thinking of this, Yanrong smiled unconsciously. Whatever happens, happens! But deep down, there was a

bottom line: Haoxuan was mine. As long as it was good for both of them, that was enough. What was the point of thinking so much about the rest?

Haoxuan had indeed been quite well-behaved these past two days. Firstly, the pressure of classes was immense. During

this summer break before senior year, teachers were pushing the curriculum forward, hoping to finish all new material before the start of the new semester.

The endless homework and tests had truly left Haoxuan with no time for anything else. Even when the

images of Aunt Jiqin and Aunt Binglan popped into his mind, he couldn't think of any reason to go see them. Besides, he was afraid his mother would be

angry if she found out. Although his mother wasn't often angry, when she was, it was quite frightening. So, whether consciously or unconsciously, Haoxuan

had become a good student again, just like before. Although this "good student's"

mindset was quite different from before.

Yanrong was quite satisfied with this arrangement. She watched Haoxuan go home after school, mind the shop, and in the evenings Haoxuan

would while she knitted or read magazines. She was quite happy. However, Xiao Ma had been gone for

over a week and hadn't returned. She didn't know what was wrong. She wondered if he'd run away, but

that he would at least let her know. Or maybe her husband was home and they were inseparable? That seemed

improbable. Unable to figure it out, she simply waited.

Cao Zhicheng had come to the shop a few times. Yanrong knew what he was thinking, but

Old Cao never seemed to say much. He just sat there, and Yanrong

would pour him a glass of water, and he'd chat with her casually. He was actually quite talkative, but he was also quite hardworking, often

helping Yanrong with heavier tasks like moving boxes or stocking shelves. One day, he muttered that he wanted to hire Yan ...i=62> Rong went out for dinner that evening. Yanrong said she needed to cook for the child, so Lao Cao didn't say anything more and left dejectedly. Actually , Yanrong was quite tempted; she felt that this man, although a government official, was quiet and unassuming, and kind to people...

He was down-to-earth and honest. I don't seem to dislike him as much as I used to.

But Old Cao came almost every other day, staying for quite a while. The shopkeepers nearby

noticed was up and quietly asked Yanrong about it. Yanrong blushed and stammered, and they laughed, saying, "It's a good thing,

not like you're doing anything sneaky. It's perfectly normal, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Yanrong thought about it and agreed. Actually, she

didn't know if this counted as being in love, but she didn't seem to feel that kind of fluttering excitement described in books.

Every day when she got home, she busied herself cooking for Haoxuan, then washing and cleaning, and even after lying in bed watching TV, she didn't think about

Old Cao at all. She figured, "Let it be." Anyway, Old Cao hadn't made it clear, so

why worry?

Actually, there were a couple of nights when she woke up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and after covering Haoxuan with a blanket, she

sat on the bed, and Mingxu popped into her mind. Then, she couldn't help but think of Mingxu's thin figure

and his bulging, veiny penis. She quickly took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. She was afraid that if she kept thinking like this, something bad would

happen, but sometimes she couldn't help but recall the following scene: Mingxu kneeling in front of her, twisting

his body to try and insert his red, rosy glans. Just thinking about it made Yanrong feel her vagina start

to wet. She muttered, "So shameless!" She threw off the covers to let her body cool down, then ran to the bathroom to wash up.

She remembered what Xiao Ma had told her in bed before he left: a woman is like land, needing a man's water to irrigate it;

if it's not watered, it will dry up. Yanrong now truly felt like that land that needed watering, but why

was the man she thought of Mingxu, a boy who could never amount to anything? Why not a more reliable

man like Lao Cao? Yanrong knew that what she had with Mingxu wasn't love; it was just the aftertaste of

fleeting . Think about it, that's just how women are. What do they really want? Maybe it's just lingering

pleasure.

Bubbles are beautiful, but they're ultimately just bubbles.

Yan Rong knew that Mingxu was just a passerby in her life, and it would be difficult to have such an opportunity again.

She was just a memory in Mingxu's heart, and perhaps, years later, even that memory would disappear. He didn't belong

to her. She never regretted it, and she doesn't regret it now, after all, she was truly happy. But she was rational,

and she never expected anything, because there was no future. Thinking of this, she felt a sense of clarity and

drifted off to sleep.

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