Chapter Seven of Happiness

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[Plato has his happiness, but what about you, my dear?]
Wang Liming
When my daughter walked out of the police station arm in arm with me, it was noon. The sun, high in the sky,
was like an overturned furnace, pouring out scorching rays that enveloped the entire city.
I held my sobbing daughter in my arms, and we walked through the thick, damp air rising from the asphalt road into
a fast-food restaurant next to a newsstand, intending to rest for a while.
The restaurant had very few customers, a stark contrast to its expensive downtown location.
When the pale-faced waiter in a baseball cap asked what we wanted to order, I instinctively turned to
look at Ya Ling, only to see her burying her face in her hands, sobbing quietly…
On the way home, I tried everything to comfort Ya Ling, but it only made her cry harder.
I tried gently tickling her earlobe with my little finger—a
trick I often used when she was five or six, playing ball and wrestling. Each time I tickled her chubby earlobe, she would go from crying to laughing. I also tried rubbing my
stubble against her cute forehead—it was the night before she left us for a distant place. She asked me
what I would do if I missed my father, and I didn't answer, just playfully rubbed my chin against her forehead, which
made the young lady laugh.
But now, no matter how hard I tried to quickly recall those tacit gestures that had worked between us , I couldn't rouse the girl 　　lying
on my lap from the overflowing flood of emotions . 　　All the way home, I just placed my palms on Ya Ling's heaving back as she sobbed, trying to comfort her. At that moment, I 　　suddenly felt like the biggest failure in the world. 　　At home. 　　"Dad, are those police officers telling the truth?" 　　"That's just their speculation." Ya-ling's question was based on what she and I had overheard at the police station about the police's 　　speculation that my wife's "disappearance" was likely related to a student who had also missed school in recent days 　　. 　　"They have no reason to make wild guesses! If those police officers had absolutely no evidence, how could they be 　　so certain when talking about Mom!" 　　"..." Faced with Ya-ling's desperate cries, for a moment, I felt I had lost 　　the responsiveness I used to rely on for survival; the last remaining fantasy in my mind, the one I had repeatedly tried to find the best in my wife's behavior 　　, was refuted one by one by the instinctive rationality that followed the impulse. That honest soul, leaning towards truth and reality 　　, like an old man who had lived most of his life and was nearing his death, finally shut his 　　mouth, which had told lies all his life, and chose to remain silent. 　　"You can't speak anymore, can you? Why did it turn out like this? Why 　　didn't your husband, her first thought after Mom's accident, come to mind?" 　　"Please, please stop..." When I heard the words, "Why didn't your husband, her first thought after Mom's accident, 　　come to mind..." I could no longer pretend. A surge of sorrow welled up from my tear ducts, a stinging sensation running down my face, and I 　　blurted out the words with a choked sob. 　　"Waaah...waaah..." Ya Ling realized my emotional breakdown and didn't press further. She cupped her 　　face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall, sliding down her fingertips that covered her lower eyelids. 　　********************************************************************** 　　Harbor. 　　Liu Yun 　　. The swirling wind at the harbor carried a wisp of tattered yellow leaf that clung to my hair. Liu Hui came over, removed the 　　withered leaf, and draped a thin garment over me. I smiled at him. Although the thin shirt wasn't enough to keep me 　　warm, a gentle warmth shone from Liu Hui's caring eyes, making me feel comforted, especially in 　　these turbulent times. 　　Actually, I'm a very simple woman; the day before a workday, I like to spend the whole morning at the kitchen counter 　　cooking a bowl of porridge, just so I can casually 　　cross my legs and enjoy it while watching the talk show "Women Are Happy" at noon. 　　Every Tuesday at 2 PM, I sneak into the women's restroom during a break after class, close the 　　door, and smoke a "Rose" brand cigarette. I don't know why I always smoke at this time; I think it's 　　because I have more classes on Tuesdays, or maybe it's like a woman's menstrual cycle—I just feel like smoking on that day. 　　Many things don't need a reason to do; you just need to settle down and enjoy the time. 　　Ultimately, I'm a free-spirited woman, but given this stereotypical world, these little secrets of mine 　　can only remain in my heart; to be seen by others would be a desecration of ethics. Sometimes I ask myself if I'm happy. 　　In a society where even revealing one's true nature is condemned, how can happiness be discussed? 　　The day I left home after arguing with my husband, I intended to stay in the school dormitory. Unexpectedly, as I walked out of the parking lot, I was knocked 　　unconscious by Old Li. When I woke up, I found myself raped. Seeing my wet, sticky vagina 　　intertwined with the old gatekeeper's genitals, the overwhelming despair and shocking rage made me plunge a pair of scissors 　　into his heart. 　　Every woman my age experiences an increasingly intense physical desire, and coupled with my husband's frequent 　　erectile dysfunction, I felt like I had a schizophrenia—a combination of sexual frustration and work-related stress 　　. This feeling was terrible. So when Liu Hui truly entered my life, I realized that 　　after enduring so much worldly oppression, another part of me had finally been resurrected. I needed the comfort of being loved, I needed 　　sex, I needed to live like a real woman. 　　Immediately after the murder, instead of going home to my husband, I inexplicably went 　　to Liu Hui's place. I still don't understand this action; perhaps people often do 　　things they themselves can't predict. In short, now that everything, all sorts of reasons, has led the situation to its 　　current state, there's no going back. 　　From the moment Liu Hui said he would take me away, until now, I've never felt this was absurd.

That's absurd. Because the moment his penis entered my vagina, I knew that everyone should be
themselves at least once in their life, even if it's not accepted by the world, even if it's scorned. But I'm a free spirit, just
like my weekly Tuesday smoking time. Since I've already done it, why should I think about the reasons?
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Liu Hui
I'm a child from the mountains—no, now I should be a man. "Child from the mountains" is
a label that vulgar people have forcibly attached to me. They think children from the mountains should be diligent and studious, not wasting time, and
spending all their energy on their studies.
Why can't a person do what they like? If everyone in this world can only do
what most people judge as good, then what's the point of living?
That day, after Liu Yun and I finished, I lay in bed smoking. She asked me what happiness was, and I told her that doing what you like
is happiness. "Isn't there a price to pay?" she asked me, exhaling a smoke ring. "If someone
who sincerely fights for freedom can't even afford the price they have to pay, then what's the point of living
?" Liu Yun kissed my cheek, and even I thought it was the most insightful sentence I could think of. It wasn't
until Liu Yun and I were together that I realized we were the same kind of people. She was the kind of
woman burdened by the long-term pressures of life—a useless husband, a daughter far away, a tedious and hypocritical educational career
—all of which she longed to escape. The other self within Liu Yun, or rather, the real
Liu Yun, was resurrected the moment we were together.
The people who will meet me at the port are arriving soon. I don't know what the situation will be like, but I
believe the boss will help us get through this difficult time. Besides, my beloved teacher, Liu Yun, has already paid
the boss 200,000 yuan as a "settlement fee" for this escape
. This amount is not expensive considering the seriousness of the murder case itself. This is what the boss told me
: "I charge 1 million yuan for others, but since I like you, 200,000 yuan is enough!"
Thank you, boss. Thank you, Liu Yun. Thank you to everyone, whether unfortunate or fortunate. I look forward to the new world that is about to come
...
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Liu Yun and Liu Hui's residence.
"Ahhh... Oh!!" Liu Yun's thighs were tightly wrapped around Liu Hui's waist, her hands supporting her on the bed
, moaning under Liu Hui's fierce thrusts.
"Fuck you, you slut, am I fucking you good, Yun, my darling!" Liu Hui loved seeing Liu Yun's plump, tender
breasts swaying, it gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
"So comfortable... ah oh..." Zhang Ailing's saying that the passage to a woman's soul is the vagina is truly
embodied in Liu Yun's body at this moment. She now felt like she was a hole, a slutty hole filled with a fiery dragon.
She needed pleasure, and for it, she was willing to forget ethics and morality.
"Slap slap..." Liu Hui could feel the beauty of the strength of the thighs clamped around his waist. He liked
the strength of certain parts of a woman's body, such as the plumpness of her thighs, the firmness of her buttocks, and the tension of her vagina... "Slut,
call me husband, hurry up, I love your big ass to death!" "Slap slap..."
"Mmm... mmm... husband... fuck me... fuck your woman... oh oh oh..." Liu Yun's eyes rolled
back, her curly long hair hanging over her nipples, bringing her a strange arousal, "Grab my nipples, baby... grab
..."
"Oh." Before Liu Yun could finish speaking, Liu Hui reached out and pressed her heaving breasts. The soft, hot
sensation spread throughout his body, making him speed up his movements. "Having sex with me is great, you slut!"
"Great...so good..." Her pubic hair, soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid, clung tightly to the man's penis.
As Liu Yun experienced this lewd stickiness, the intense vibrations inside her vagina made her grip
the back of the man's hand that was kneading her breasts tightly.
"Are you a slut or a teacher?"
"I'm a slut...ahhh..."
"I'm going to fuck you to death...my cunt...ahhh..."
(To be continued)

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