【Cold River Snow】(Part Four)

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Part Four: Two years passed in a flash. I was admitted to the regional teachers' college. On the first day of my Chinese class, I
was incredibly surprised to see Yanqiu walk into the classroom!
He was still so handsome, no, even more handsome. Three years had passed, and we had long lost touch,
yet I was caught off guard to see him walk right up to me. He walked to the podium, his gaze sweeping across the entire classroom.
When his eyes focused on me, he visibly paused, then his eyes showed a hint of surprise and delight. Then, almost
imperceptibly, he nodded slightly to me and immediately looked away. In that instant, my
heart clenched. A sense of unease immediately enveloped me. What did he mean? Was he pretending not to know me? Was he
deliberately avoiding me?
After class, I chased after him, but he ran away faster than I could. I stomped my foot angrily: "You
can run away, but you can't hide! I'll come straight to your office after school!" Humph!
After school, I inquired my way through many twists and turns before finally finding the Chinese department office. I went inside, but he wasn't there 　　.
I timidly asked a female teacher about him, only to be told he didn't have an office—it was his own request—and he didn't have a dormitory at the school, so I had no idea where he lived. 　　He re-entered my life shrouded in mystery. I gritted my teeth, calculating 　　the date of the next Chinese class. Hiding from me! Humph! I'll block you out! 　　Four days later, during his second Chinese class, I struggled to suppress my growing impatience as he 　　rambled on from the podium. His posture on the platform was so captivating; every gesture, every movement—he didn't 　　seem to be teaching Chinese, he looked like a general lecturing on military theory! I 　　endured the class with a mixture of joy and anxiety until the end. Finally, I heard the clanging of the bronze chime, silently counting his steps as he left the classroom, then 　　rushed out as fast as I could. 　　But what I saw was him talking to a female teacher dressed in workers' clothes; they looked like 　　a couple deeply in love. He seemed to notice me, but without turning around, he reached out and 　　adjusted the teacher's shoulder strap. A wave of sadness washed over me, and tears welled up. My fingernails, hidden in my pocket, had already dug into 　　the skin. But I felt no pain; I just stared blankly as he gazed at another woman with such affection… 　　That weekend, I returned to my mother's house in the county, heartbroken. This was my first time 　　visiting since she had been transferred to the city. The houses were staff housing for the supply and marketing cooperative, just a few rows of three-story brick buildings. Back then, the houses didn't have private 　　bathrooms. The bathrooms, like in our school dormitories, were shared, located at the back of each building. I climbed 　　to the third floor, holding my nose, and found my mother's apartment—the closest one to the toilet. It seemed my mother's 　　situation at the supply and marketing cooperative wasn't great; everyone bullied her, this "old hag" transferred from the countryside! 　　When I got off work in the evening, my mother opened the door and her face lit up with surprise when she saw me! She looked a little tired. She's 　　actually not even forty, but I could see a few gray hairs at her temples. 　　I called out softly, "Mom." 　　She hurriedly put down her bag, grabbed my hand, and bombarded me with questions: whether I was settling in well at school, whether my new mom 　　was treating me well, how my father was doing, and so on and so forth. It only made my already annoyed mood worse 　　. I snapped back, "Aren't you going to stop nagging? If you ask again, I'm leaving!" 　　She immediately shut up, as if sensing my displeasure, and stopped asking questions. She went to 　　the stove to cook for me, wearing an apron. Bored, I helped her prepare the vegetables, chatting with her about this and that. 　　As we chatted, I thought of Yanqiu and casually mentioned, "Yanqiu's back!" 　　She was clearly taken aback: "Who did you say's back?" 　　I hadn't noticed and replied, "Chen Yanqiu, he's working as our Chinese language instructor now!" 　　"How did he become an instructor? This child, he didn't even tell me he was back!" 　　I said angrily, "Hmph! He's found someone new, he's dating, he doesn't care about us 　　old acquaintances from the countryside!" 　　My mother paused, which I found strange and unclear, then I heard her say, "Dating, huh? 　　That's good, he's a grown man in his mid-twenties, it's time to date!" 　　Hearing this made me even angrier. I threw down the groceries I was holding, didn't say a word, and stormed back to my room, slamming 　　the door shut, and went off to sulk! 　　That evening, after dinner, I was still sulking and didn't notice that my mother's expression was also somewhat awkward. During the meal, 　　my mother seemed absent-minded. Because I was in a bad mood, I didn't pay much attention to her. After finishing 　　my meal, I went back to my room to sleep, feeling sullen. 　　In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to urinate. Looking around the room, I realized I had forgotten to bring a chamber pot. So, feeling exhausted, 　　I got up and went to the outdoor toilet. 　　When I returned to my room, I faintly heard noises coming from my mother's room. Was my mother still awake? I leaned closer and peeked into her 　　door. It wasn't closed, just a crack, and I could vaguely hear my mother's heavy breathing. Was she masturbating 　　? I was a little amused and exasperated, but then I felt relieved. My mother had been single since her divorce from my father. No matter how others 　　slandered her reputation, the fact was that she spent countless nights alone in her empty room. 　　Suddenly, I peered into the room with renewed interest, wanting to see how she was masturbating. My classmates and I 　　had been chatting in the dorm, discussing all sorts of risqué things between men and women. One of our outspoken female classmates, whom we all called "the reckless one," 　　had once talked about women's physical needs at different ages, describing women around my mother's age as " 　　like wolves at thirty, like tigers at forty." I hadn't believed it. Tonight, wouldn't it be a perfect opportunity to test the desires of middle-aged women? 　　Through the light, I saw my mother lying sprawled on the bed, a cup kicked to the corner, her 　　linen long underwear pulled down to her ankles. One of her hands was pushing open her bra and caressing her left breast. I clearly 　　saw that the bra she was wearing wasn't the usual white cloth tube top with a collar, but a traditional bra. 　　It was bright red, embroidered with beautiful patterns, with two thin straps extending from the edge to her shoulders, 　　then wrapping around to her back, indistinctly visible. I couldn't figure out how that thing was worn, so I peered closer to the doorway, 　　trying to get a better look. 　　A moment later, my mother made a sound, and I finally understood how it was worn – it was on my back.

Two wide straps followed, each with small metal hooks at both ends. So beautiful! So alluring! It was the first time I'd
ever seen such a beautiful woman. While inwardly criticizing my mother for wearing such a flashy outfit,
I also felt a pang of envy, thinking how many classmates in the dorm would be green with envy if I had a bra like that.
The hooks on my mother's bra at the back were already undone. Then she turned around, and I saw two of her fingers
pinching and rubbing her nipples intensely. Her other hand reached down, moving in and
out of a thick patch of hair. As her fingers moved in and out, I could clearly see it was glistening with
moisture. Her buttocks were already soaked with fluid, the glistening trails of water flowing from between her fingers and hair gathering
on top of the large patch, making it grow larger and larger.
This lewd scene made my face flush. My breathing quickened involuntarily. I saw her fingers moving
faster and faster, thrusting in and out of her lower body with force, while she cried out, "Ah, ah, Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu, harder
, harder! I'm almost there! Almost there!" Then, a gush of fluid erupted from her pubic hair,
spraying far away onto the wooden railing at the foot of the bed, forming a trail of wetness that dripped onto the floor
.
My mind exploded instantly, my body trembling uncontrollably as if electrocuted
. A stream of fluid then sprayed onto my long underwear. I couldn't help but squat down, my breathing becoming heavy.
I instinctively covered my mouth with my hand, but then, realizing it was inappropriate, I forced myself to stand up
while my mother was still trembling and hadn't yet recovered, and quietly slipped back into my room.
I lay on the bed, groping in the darkness to pull down my soaking wet long underwear. I touched it, and saw
water stains. Curious, I brought my hand to my nose to smell it. The pungent, fishy smell was strangely alluring. It was
odd, yet incredibly tempting. I shook my head, wiped the water stains clean with the towel in my bag, put my clothes back on, and pulled the covers over
me. In the darkness, I thought about my mother's expression. Had she just called out "Xiao Qiu"? It seemed she still longed for
my father. I'd always wondered why, even though my father was several years older than my mother, she always called him "
Xiao Qiu." Even when masturbating, she would keep calling him "Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu.
" If one day Yanqiu and I were doing something so shameful, would I also be unable to resist shouting, "Xiao
Qiu, Xiao Qiu, harder, harder!"?
I was startled by my own thoughts and quickly hid under the covers, as if afraid of being discovered by my fantasies.
Yet, I couldn't help but think about such tempting things. So I covered myself with the blanket, thinking of my father and mother
one moment, and Yanqiu the next, letting my thoughts wander freely until I drifted off to sleep.
I had an incredibly erotic dream, so much so that the next morning, my already dry long johns
were soaking wet again—how embarrassing!

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