[Urban] Reborn as a Wealthy Young Master (Complete) - 25-27

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If

the older brother doesn't agree, the younger brother and sister will also be in trouble. How could they

propose marriage when their parents are still worried about their older brother's marriage?

Actually

, Gao Yun is the kind of person who's more anxious than the person in charge; her sweetheart, Luo Heping, is her older brother's

classmate , and her family is just as worried

about his marriage!

The wild lily Luo Heping gave her on Youth Day has already withered, and she doesn't want her body

to gradually wither like that flower.

At Luo Heping's ice cream shop in Longquan, she once again had Heping examine her body to see if it was still

as radiant as a blooming flower. This ice cream shop had a billiard table, intended for young students' entertainment, but after , it was reserved for the two of them. "Little sister, my little sister..." He Ping, with his naturally beautiful voice, sang

. Gao Yun, sitting on the billiard table, closed her eyes slightly and softly harmonized. Shortly after his singing ended, she felt his warm, moist lips touch hers. At first, it was just a light touch, but as her lips became moist, his tongue slowly slipped into her mouth. She seemed instantly aroused, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her cherry lips parted, and she intensely sucked on his tongue, filling her mouth completely. He Ping's whole body trembled slightly. He lifted her shirt, unbuttoned her bra, and his tongue naturally slipped out, sliding down her neck until it found her swollen nipple in the dim light. He began to lick ; once it stood erect, he swallowed it whole. "Big brother, I love your tongue, come here, come here..." Gao Yun cried out excitedly. She lifted her skirt and quickly pulled off her panties. "I don't want to... I don't want to..." he mumbled, thrusting his head remained buried in her breasts, sucking. He sucked on the left breast, then the right, stubbornly refusing to touch her vulva. She panicked, feeling a continuous flow of fluid , like a volcano about to erupt. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her labia, quickly wetting her fingers. "Big brother, quick, come quick... I can't take it anymore..." Hearing her urgent plea, Heping could no longer restrain himself. He knelt down, approaching her entrance , first biting her fingertip to suck up the fragrant fluid, then using his tongue to explore inside. "Ah..." she cried out sharply, "Yes, yes, big brother, I, I can't take it anymore, I can..." He felt her pain, his tongue pushing deeper until it could go no further, then began to move in and out. She was in ecstasy, her body swaying on the table, allowing him to penetrate deeper until his tongue felt numb and she was tired, at which point they stopped this phase of the game. Luo Heping then slowly pulled down his pants, his erect penis springing out like an arrow already drawn , aimed directly at her vagina. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards the edge of the table, so that it touched the head of his penis. Despite being covered in sweat, he slid in effortlessly. "Ouch..." she cried out. "Everyone can hear you, keep your voice down." " I...I 'm enjoying it!" "I'll make you enjoy it even more." With that promise, he worked even harder, the balls on the table bouncing wildly. Gao Yun wasn't to be outdone , raising her legs high to his shoulders, propping them up, her whole body arching upwards. Under such intense cooperation, He Ping's body went numb; he turned and bit her foot, sucking hard. "Get down, brother, get down..." Gao Yun cried, rolling over to the side. After He Ping lay down, she climbed on top of him, grabbed his penis, and shoved it into his hole, then shook it like grinding ink. This move was quite powerful; not only did it thoroughly rub Heping's penis, but it also placed her breasts in front of him, allowing him to play with or suckle them. Heping felt his glans suddenly swell with heat, wishing it could be tightly pressed against her vagina. He mustered his remaining strength and vigorously shook his hips, his hands tightly gripping her breasts. He silently counted to twenty before ejaculating. Chapter Two: The Inspiration of Da Si Xi 1. Cheng Yuan was awakened by a ray of sunlight; that night, he had no dreams. He didn't have time to dream; the whole thing happened too suddenly, like a revolving lantern, scaring away any dreams he should have had. He tried to get up to urinate, but as soon as he sat up, he felt dizzy. Reaching up, he found his head wrapped in gauze. Where was the woman? Where was Alan? Had she taken advantage of his vulnerability and run away? Why were women always absent when he needed ? He wondered. He considered calling a nurse, but then dismissed the idea. Why would another stranger come to check on him at such an embarrassing moment? He struggled to the bathroom, pulled out his "treasure," and urinated everywhere—who cares! In this chaotic time. Back in bed, the first person he thought of was the blind fortune teller he had once looked down upon. " You will be unable to walk properly and will face imprisonment," Master Songmu had said. Master Songmu told him to abstain from beef for a month, and he intended to comply. Unexpectedly, that scoundrel Donald Duck caused him to break his vow, but how could it be so accurate? He'd barely opened his mouth to eat beef when a glass flew at him? Cheng Yuan tried to unravel the cause and effect, but he had to admit his head was damaged, rendering his efforts fruitless . So, he'd try to interpret Master Songmu's prediction! " You will be unable to walk." Logically, it should be his feet that were injured, so how could such a drastic error occur? Ah… he remembered the pain he felt getting out of bed earlier. Yes, even with a damaged head, the consequence of "unable to walk" still occurred .

So how do you explain "imprisonment"? He closed his eyes, feeling the heat of the sunlight outside the window. What else could this be

but imprisonment? This hospital room was just like a prison, confining his body.

Ah! Master Songmu is truly a god! That old blind man—no, he is not to be profaned, that master is truly accurate

and unparalleled in predicting the future, worthy of utmost admiration! You tell me, is our Cheng Yuan, nicknamed "Fake Immortal," out of his mind? If he isn't, then it's me who is, because I've fallen for the superstitions and supernatural beings that Confucius most despised. While I was still lost in the delusions of superstition and supernatural beings, his woman, Alan, came in and sat down on the edge of the bed with a blank expression. "If you keep acting like a block of wood, I'll really beat you into one." Cheng Yuan's anger flared, his head throbbing . He had to calm down before continuing, "Tell me the whole story." "Where to begin?" she asked. What 's wrong with this woman? Is this the only kind of woman I, Cheng Yuan, can associate with? He held back, calmly asking, "Who broke my head?" " I don't know." Three simple words. " Fuck your mother..." He wanted to curse her entire family for eighteen generations: "I'm covered in blood, and you don't even ? How am I going to find them later?" "I really don't know." Alan stood up and walked to the window: "It was chaos. Two tables next door were fighting , cups and plates were flying everywhere. The first cup hit you on the head." " What did Donald Duck say?" "He said afterwards that he didn't know any of those two tables of customers. You were hit and passed out, so I had to hide under the table to take care of you." That makes sense, that's what my woman, Cheng Yuan 's woman, would say. "Then what about Donald Duck, the culprit?" Since we can't find the real culprit, we'll just have to frame him. "They ran away as soon as they saw the chaos, without even paying the bill. The boss is still asking me for it!" "He wouldn't dare!" Cheng Yuan said angrily, "He even has to pay for the medical expenses." " Forget it, I have health insurance..." "Forget my ass! I need to find the boss and Old Tang. Especially Old Tang, he ran away What am I going to do? If the cops know my identity, I'll be in trouble too." "If I really have to find them, I'll probably have to find that plate of beef." She said seriously, making Cheng Yuan almost spit out . " Light me a cigarette." He felt his head throbbing again. She had just lit a cigarette and handed it to him when the nurse walked in. " Hey, no smoking!" the nurse yelled, and he wanted to have sex with her. 2. Gao Sen returned to his hometown, Wutai. At Qu Lu's house, he cried. On the beam of Qu Lu's house, Gao Sen could proudly display all his honors from elementary school to the present . Whenever he received a certificate of merit, his father would frame it and hang it on the beam. It seemed that this also extended his father's life. His father had lived through the Japanese occupation, and he felt immense pride if any of his children surpassed him in those times. Now, his own son, also a "Sunborn One," had received so much glory—how could he not be moved? However , Gao Sen had his own thoughts, different from his father's, and so he cried. As a "Sunborn One," that is, a prince of his family, Gao Sen, on his return to his hometown of Rukai, unexpectedly vomited profusely, much to the astonishment of the village elders, elders, and brothers. Gao Sen's tears were not without reason. According to Rukai custom, men are not allowed to shed tears, because men bear heavy responsibilities, especially Gao Sen, as the Rukai prince, who should not shed tears arbitrarily. So why did our prince shed tears? Gao Sen thought of his woman in his hometown; a woman named Du Youlan. When he thought of her, his friend Luo Heping was completely helpless. Heping asked him, "Classmate, you don't even know if Alan is still alive, why bother?" Unexpectedly, Gao Sen replied, "Don't meddle in things you don't understand." "Gao Sen…" " Heping , don't say anything more." Gao Sen swayed back and forth, saying, "You don't understand Malay humor, she's still waiting for me." "A word to the wise is enough." It was Gao Sen's father who spoke: "Don't try to persuade my son anymore ! He… he's possessed. " "Father…" Gao Sen's father gestured for him to be quiet, then slowly walked outside and never came back in. "Perhaps they were enemies in a past life," Gao Sen's mother said to He Ping, taking a sip of bitter wine. "Father..." Gao Sen cried out to his father, "Whether it's my fault or yours, let's not dwell on it anymore, okay ?" Under the witness of Wutou Mountain, no one responded, leaving Gao Sen, this grown man, to continue weeping. But his classmate Luo He Ping absolutely disagreed. He had come tonight precisely to discuss his marriage to Gao Yun with Gao Sen, but Gao Sen was in a bad mood, drinking so much and crying like that. He Ping had heard Gao Yun mention the day his siblings had pleaded with him to marry Yan Ruyu. Perhaps it was because of this that Gao Sen had returned to his hometown, intending to persuade his parents to abandon the idea and ease some of the pressure. Unexpectedly, he had ended up arguing with his father. “We Rukai people value filial piety the most,” Gao Sen said, calming down a bit. “But for Alan’s sake, I am an unfilial son .”

"I understand your feelings, and Gao Yun understands them too." He Ping deliberately steered the conversation towards the two of them to keep

the conversation going.

"No, you don't understand..." he stammered, "What I mean is, Alan is stranded in a foreign land, and I,

or my father, should take responsibility..."

"Hey..." Luo He Ping deliberately changed the subject again, pointing to

a photo on the wall of Gao Sen in traditional clothing posing with the head of the central government: "You've even taken a photo with a high-ranking official!"

"

Bullshit, bullshit."

Gao

Sen's original intention in saying this was directed at He Ping, but I think it was directed at the high-ranking official, or rather, it was

me who was targeting the high-ranking official. I don't know when it started, but our high-ranking officials have developed the habit of taking photos with ordinary people

to prove their "people-friendly and grassroots" official style, but in my opinion, it's all utter nonsense. This trend

of using ordinary people for show sometimes backfires, turning into a tool for advancement and promotion by the common folk! I've

personally witnessed a so-called "young talent" who swindled and cheated others, his house adorned with

photos of him, including the current emperor. This was his capital; he couldn't afford to lose a single one.

But I'm getting off-topic; Gao Sen will be annoyed and might pull out his dagger to attack me.

"Don't interrupt anymore, you'll be punished with a drink," he ordered his classmate.

He

Ping frowned, drinking bitter wine like Gao Sen's mother, but one could deduce that Gao

Sen himself was no different. The sun

set

, and the evening mist drifting down from Mount Dawu suddenly enveloped the small village, making the figures even more

hazy . Gao Sen's mother suddenly began to softly sing a mountain song, her voice ethereal and sending

a chill down one's spine.

Alan was nowhere to be found, and Gao Yun couldn't get in either. Luo Heping felt deeply saddened, so he simply drank a cup of wine and

decided to get

!

3 Gao Sen was sent by the director to interview about a news story about a drunken murder at a KTV.

A group of young people gathered at this karaoke bar on a weekend night for drinks and fun. During the gathering, someone discovered

that , and they began toasting each other. After several rounds of drinks, their voices grew louder. One of them claimed to be

a disciple of a certain sect, boasting about the size and power of his gang. His friend, whom he had just met, was indignant and charged at him,

saying, "What kind of lousy sect is that? I could take you all down in Pingtung with one finger!" Over that one

vulgar term "lousy sect," a fight broke out. Cups, bowls, ashtrays flew everywhere, bottles were thrown, and fists clashed, the fight spilling from inside the karaoke bar to

outside.

In the chaos, someone pulled out a knife and stabbed someone three times. Only when blood gushed out did the person realize the gravity of the situation

and dispersed. When the police arrived, they rushed the injured man, who was lying in a pool of blood, to the hospital and immediately launched an investigation

. Finally, in the early morning, they arrested three youths who were still wandering the streets on their motorcycles after the incident. Following the leads,

they apprehended the main suspect, who turned out to be a Rukai youth.

The chief believed that this murder case was related to the Gaosen indigenous people, and that it was most appropriate for him to handle the investigation.

Thus , he went to the Pingtung County Police Bureau. Many people in the county police bureau knew Gaosen; besides the fact that he was a reporter,

many of the rank-and-file officers were also indigenous. Therefore, from the gatekeeper up to the second floor,

many people greeted Gaosen.

As soon as he entered the criminal investigation unit, he saw a young man handcuffed against the wall, his head hanging low. His long hair was completely golden

, he wore a floral shirt with a ripped right shoulder, and his trousers were stained with mud and dust; he was wearing

slippers, but only one, looking extremely disheveled. "

Uruko

..."

Takamori was about to go over to interview a police officer and take a statement when someone called out his name, Rukai

. Following the voice, he found it was an

elder . "What are you doing here?" Takamori approached

and shook his hand, remembering his name was Bataro. "How is your father?" Bataro asked instead of answering. "You can even hunt wild boars!" he joked, then asked, "Are you waiting for someone?" The old man still didn't answer, tears welling in his eyes. After a long silence, he said to Gao Sen, "Please give me a cigarette . " He quickly took out a cigarette and lit it for the old man. He was about to ask again when a police officer answered for the old man, "That's his child ! The one who killed someone." Gao Sen was startled. He grabbed the old man's hand and asked again, "Your child?" This time, the old man nodded , and tears finally streamed down his face. Gao Sen couldn't bear it. He patted the old man's hand to comfort him, then led him to his son and pulled out two chairs for him to sit down. "What's your name?" Gao Sen lowered his voice. "Lift your head and answer me." "This is Brother Gao, don't be afraid, lift your head." His father urged him from the side, and he finally raised his face . Although his skin was dark, he had a handsome face, but his large eyes were filled with confusion, fear, hesitation , and bewilderment. "My name is Ba Anguo," he replied softly. "Brother Gao, are you... are you familiar with them? Could you ask them not to hit me?" "Did they hit you?" He looked back at the policemen. "No. But he said I dared to lie to them, and I'd get beaten up." "Don't worry, I'll tell them you're my little brother, they won't hit you." "Thank you, Brother Gao." He gave an innocent smile. "You can still laugh?" Gao Sen said sternly. "Look at your father, how old is he?" "Sixty-nine," he replied, glancing at his father, whose brow furrowed even deeper. "He's so old, yet he still works in the fields every day to raise you, and you've gone astray, causing such a huge mess. Look at him, he was just crying in front of me. If you were really my brother, I would have killed you, you beast, with a hunting knife." Gao Sen's scathing rebuke made him lower his head again. "I... I don't know, whether I killed him or not." "Say it again, what exactly happened?" he asked, puzzled. "Brother Gao, could I have a cigarette?"

He almost slapped him. What was going on? Still wanting to smoke? But he was someone else's child; how could he

scold him in front of everyone?

Gao Sen handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. After taking two deep drags, he said slowly, "Last

night was a chaotic scene. People from both sides were toasting each other. I think I was drunk, but I also think I wasn't... Then,

I heard someone shout that a fight had broken out next door. I didn't know what was going on, so I went over with a friend. As soon as

we entered , the people inside started fighting and pushed me to the ground. I had just gotten up when I was immediately punched several times;

it hurt a lot, but I didn't care. I punched back, and we fought all the way outside the karaoke bar... There were a lot of things that could

be used for , like bricks, wooden sticks, and iron bars... I can't remember what I was holding,

but at the police station, two people testified that they saw me kill someone with a knife. Really, I think about it carefully, and I don't

think killed anyone with a knife."

"Which side were the witnesses from?" Gao Sen pressed.

"It's a friend of a friend. He came from the north to the south for fun. He's probably locked up downstairs now."

"Who gave you the knife?"

"They said it was another friend, also from the north, but he wasn't caught and escaped."

"This case is going to be difficult."

"Uruko, I beg you, please help me! You must help me get my child back!" Seeing Pataro's

anxious look, you'd feel a pang of sympathy too, and you'd immediately start calling your children, wanting to know if they're

safe and why they haven't come home so late. When

I

was little, I read, "It's so dark, the wind is so strong, Dad's gone fishing, why isn't he home yet?"

Little did I know, times have changed, and now it's our children who are "fishing" outside. For their safety,

I suggest you don't just leave a light on for them; actively check on them and search for them.

This is my honest advice. After all, the anxiety of high-ranking officials like Ba Taro might not be

seen or heard by them; they're too busy right now to draft a constitution for the next century. So this

trivial matter is none of their business.

Gao

Sen felt helpless. 4.

Cheng

Yuan finished watching the nighttime news in his hospital room, turned off the TV, and saw his own head wrapped in

gauze Feeling very frustrated, he asked Alan to lower his bed so he could lie flat. He then saw the nearly

empty IV drip bottle and pressed the call button.

"What is it?" came the voice through the loudspeaker. "The IV drip's finished!" he replied irritably.

A while later , the nurse arrived—the same one who had stopped him from smoking last time. He felt a surge of anger. The nurse tiptoed to change the IV, her curves flashing before him: alluring stockings , a high, firm buttocks, and a bra peeking out from under the buttons—all of which shifted and lowered his urge to lash out. This slut was just a bit fierce, but fierceness and slutty aren't mutually exclusive! He was filled with fantasies, but unfortunately , the piece of meat in front of him quickly flew away. Cheng Yuan sighed, only to find Du Youlan lying on the sofa, half -conscious. Even without fish and shrimp, he couldn't let her fall asleep. "Alan, Alan," he called her twice. "What are you doing?" she asked, opening her eyes. He thought to himself, "I'm going to do you!" but didn't say it aloud, only beckoning her over. "Come here." "Don't even think about it. You're sick and you still want to mess around." She saw right through him. "I'm sick, damn it, but my penis isn't sick." He retorted angrily, "Don't think I can't beat you up just because I'm in a hospital bed . " " What if the wound bleeds?" "That's my problem." He said sternly , "Are you coming over or not?" Du Youlan slowly moved over and sat down beside his bed. He eagerly reached out to touch her breasts, but unexpectedly used the hand with the IV drip, the needle tugging at him with excruciating pain. "I told you..." Alan's words were cut off. "You don't need to say it, pain is my family's problem, watch me." Cheng Yuan became cautious now; lust is truly irresistible. He switched hands and reached inside her clothes , past her bra, directly grasping her breast, then closed his eyes, fantasizing about the nurse from earlier. Ah, my angel in white, even her firm breasts were pure white, the nipple like a pink bud , eager to bloom. He lifted her t-shirt, ripped off her bra, and plunged his head down, licking the bud with his tongue , breathing on it as if urging it to bloom; after this caress, the bud stood erect, clearly catalyzed . Stimulated, she cupped her breasts and thrust forward, trying to get him to take them in. He understood, opened his mouth wide, and suckled, pulling off her top as he did so. The other breast fell into his hand, which he squeezed and pressed, as if trying to extract some milk. "Your little brother isn't broken after all!" she mocked, looking at his bulging crotch. She grabbed it and shook it up and down outside his trousers. In no time, his penis emerged from his unzipped nightgown, standing erect like . "With your mouth, with your mouth," he mumbled, imagining the alluring red lips of the angel in white touching his glans . She bent down and bit it, sucking up and down, a trickle of semen flowing into her mouth. It was like an IV drip, and his semen, like the full IV bottle, would soon rush out and enter the angel in white's body. He caressed her buttocks and her long, stockinged legs, fantasizing about the angel in white with unbridled pleasure. Finally, he couldn't resist pulling off her shorts, removing her underwear along with them. He gently stroked the curled pubic hair around her lower abdomen, with extreme tenderness. "Noble angel in white , I'm sorry to trouble you, but I, Xiao Cheng, will treat you well. Don't panic. " His hand slid down her pubic hair, touching her moist labia. A tremor ran through him, and his damp fingers couldn't help but slide deeper and deeper, until they were unfathomably deep, stirring inside. The more he stirred, the more wet she became, almost overwhelming him.

Her fingers felt like they were floating inside.

Her desire was aroused to the extreme, and she moved her lower body onto the bed, but he looked on nervously

.

"Be careful with my IV..." he sighed softly, reaching out to lift the thin tube so she could straddle it.

Once

in position, facing her rounded buttocks, he stuck out his tongue, licking her juices; she moved away from

his penis, burying her head to suck his testicles; he became even more excited, straightening his tongue, reaching her

clitoris , causing her to spit out his testicles and cry

out , actively shaking her hips to match his tongue.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming..." she quickly pulled away from his mouth, sliding down to directly envelop his

penis, then grabbing the bed railing with both hands and shaking it vigorously, the hospital bed creaking and rattling

.

He kept his eyes closed, his expression contorted, a tingling sensation running through his body. In this position, he could only see her

back , but his hands could reach her buttocks. He reached out and pinched her buttocks hard, leaving two bruises

before stopping.

She, on top, was sweating profusely. She turned over, her technique superb, their bodies still joined.

Once in the correct position, she stretched out her legs, overlapping his, and leaned forward, supporting herself on the bed with her

hands rubbing her hips in circles, thoroughly enjoying herself. He grasped her dangling breasts with both hands,

pinching her nipples between his fingers, and thrust hard, causing her to moan.

"Quick, kiss me, I can't take it anymore," he cried.

Their mouths met, their tongues intertwined, and in no time, he could no longer hold back, ejaculating with

great pleasure .

Ah, my angel in white, now I'm giving you an IV drip. From beginning to end,

Cheng

Yuan fantasized about having sex with that pretty nurse, indulging in fantasies about her. Have you ever had this kind of experience?

Is it immoral? Dirty? Slutty? Don't ask me, I don't know either. "Ouch..." Cheng Yuan cried out after the angel in white—no, Alan—got out of bed, "My wound hurts !" "Let me see," Alan said , turning his head to examine him closely. After a moment, she frowned and said, "Damn it, I told you

, it might be bleeding again. " The phrase "lust is a knife above one's head" aptly describes Cheng Yuan's current state. Because of this night's desire, the wound on his head had reopened, delaying his discharge by three days. Would this affect what was inside his head, rendering his "false immortality" a mere empty title? The doctor dared not say, but Cheng Yuan didn't care much, as long as it didn't affect that sometimes soft, sometimes hard thing in his lower body. As for the angel in white, she couldn't understand why his wound had reopened; she was unaware that she was the culprit ! Upon being discharged from the hospital, Cheng Yuan's first act was to go to the gambling den to re-verify whether the blind old man, Pine Wood Master's, prediction was still accurate. Although he had broken his vow against eating beef, he had still received his just deserts! It was supposedly an offset to his bad luck. He recognized two of the other three players at the table; their skills were undoubtedly top-notch. The other player was quiet, but after four rounds, it was clear he was no pushover. Of course, in a professional casino like this, where you're playing mahjong with a base bet of three thousand yuan, is it possible to encounter a novice? Unless you're an idiot who hates money, you should be grateful you didn't run into a quack . After eight rounds of cards, Cheng Yuan had won over 80,000 chips. Just as he predicted, his bad luck was over. "Old Cheng, did you perform some kind of ritual today?" the dealer, surnamed Zhou, teased him. "What kind of ritual? You have to crack your own head first, teach me!" " Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed." He pointed to the back of his head and said, "This crack wasn't done randomly. I might end up dead or become an idiot or something. You think money is easy to earn? It's hard to earn!" " Just pure luck. You'll see later," a fellow player interjected. See ? Wow! It really is a sight to behold! Cheng Yuan grabbed a hand of mahjong tiles, surprisingly forming a "Big Four Winds" hand. He had three West and three South winds, forming two sets each; a pair of North winds, waiting to be melded; only one East wind remained. " I wonder if you know how to play this national pastime," he thought. "I'm as shrewd as a monkey. Back in my student days, I earned pocket money with my superb gambling skills; however, I've quit gambling now, because I heeded the advice of an elder . He said, 'You've played mahjong your whole life, what kind of hand haven't you seen?'" Indeed, I've even seen this extremely rare and high-scoring "Big Four Winds," so is mahjong still worth playing? Writing this into my novel to advise you against gambling is a kind of atonement! Enough talk, let's see this exciting game. At this moment, Cheng Yuan's opponent discarded a North wind, which he melded. Now, with only two useless tiles in his hand: a Red Dragon and an East Wind. The tension grew. It was Cheng Yuan's turn to draw a tile. In a flash, his hand shot out , and he drew an East Wind. His heart nearly stopped. He carefully discarded the Red Dragon, now waiting for the East Wind and a pair of Nine of Characters. At this point it didn't matter whether he won with the East Wind or the Nine of Characters, or whether he formed a Big Four or a Small Four of Characters; any hand without a Big Four of Characters was considered a full hand. Meanwhile, the game's owner, Zhou, who was watching from the opposite side, suddenly started talking to him as if possessed. "Hey, Old Cheng, have you seen Old Tang lately?" he asked. "Who?" He was completely distracted, his mind racing, silently chanting, "Dongfeng, Dongfeng." " Donald Duck! He's made a huge blunder, everyone in the underworld knows." Cheng Yuan looked up and glanced at him: "I've never seen him before. What happened?" "He's embarrassed!" Boss Zhou grinned wickedly: "He recently stole a Mercedes trying to smuggle it to the mainland, but the owner turned out to be a gangster from the Longitudinal Road gang. The gangster found out it was him, and he's furious, threatening to kill him... "

"And then what?" Cheng Yuan asked, his mind wandering. "

Do

n't interrupt! Later, Old Tang asked some underworld brothers to return the car to that gangster. The other guy kept the car,

but he still had the same words. He said even the cops didn't dare to inspect his car, giving him the runaround. Who did Old Tang think he

was, daring to mess with him and making him lose face? If you want a settlement, fine, leave

the arm ."

"So tough? What did Old Tang say?" "

Did

he dare utter a single word? He and his followers have long since dispersed and disappeared from the underworld!" The owner asked with a hint of schadenfreude

, "Wasn't he always hanging around with you? That's why I'm asking you!" "Pah, pah, pah!" Cheng Yuan immediately retorted, "We've already severed ties. Don't try to frame me !" He touched the gauze on the back of his head, pondering the whole incident. If it weren't for that glass that flew out of nowhere , he would most likely have forged a fake travel document for Old Tang the next day after sobering up, hoping to make a quick buck. Wouldn't that have put him in a difficult position? Could he still play cards peacefully now? Could his right hand, so adept at forgery , still get the "East Wind" (a lucky number) ? Would the other party let him go? He was just missing the "East Wind"—where was his "East Wind"? If it weren't for that glass, Old Tang would have been urging him to quickly get the documents so he could sell the stolen car. Now that he was injured, Old Tang wouldn't bother him anymore. Wasn't that head injury a blessing in disguise ? A blessing in disguise, though no major disaster struck, it still gave him a fright, making even his "cream-coated" hands sweaty . His sweaty, creamy-skinned hand reached forward, picked up a tile, and rubbed it with his middle finger... Good heavens, it was the East Wind tile with two mustaches at the bottom. Good heavens... His heart went numb, his blood rushed to his head, and the wound under the gauze felt like a volcano about to erupt again. In that instant, he skillfully flipped the tile with two fingers, making sure it was face up so he could show it to everyone and win. But the tile wouldn't cooperate; it slipped from his sweaty fingers, bounced twice on the table, rolled onto the floor, and tumbled a few more times before stopping. Everyone turned to look at the tile, but he didn't. His heart sank , like that East Wind tile, ready to take him to hell. "It's East Wind!" The owner, Zhou, picked up the card from the floor and handed it back to Cheng Yuandao. "It's a useless card ! You don't want it, right?" "Right." He gritted his teeth. "Who wants this lousy East Wind?" Actually , at the same time, his mind was racing a thousand times. He cursed a thousand times, but he just held onto that card tightly . The cooked duck had flown away; the card on the ground was like spilled water. Self-draw doesn't count; that's an ironclad rule in gambling. "Hey, buddy, it's your turn to play." "Stop dragging it out! Hurry up!" " What's wrong with East Wind? Nobody wants it!" The three players urged him repeatedly . His heart gradually calmed down, accepting the fact. He inserted the East Wind tile into his hand, then discarded a Nine of Wan, switching to a single Nine of Wan. Perhaps there was still a chance to win with a Nine of Wan, he thought. But fate often only gives you one chance. Just then, the guy who said he was lucky knocked the tiles over . "How long have you been waiting for a Nine of Wan! I told you to discard the East Wind, but you wouldn't." He glanced at Cheng Yuan: "See! You've given away a winning tile ." Damn it! He clenched his fists, wanting to slap the tiles in Cheng Yuan's face to vent his anger over the Big Four Wind and the East Wind . But then something else happened. The doorbell rang, one after another, and the group looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhou , the owner of the mahjong parlor, quietly approached the door and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?" " Police ..." someone outside shouted, "Coming to inspect." Chaos erupted inside; some packed up the mahjong tiles, others moved tables and chairs. Cheng Yuan opened a drawer, first collecting all his chips and stuffing them into his pocket, then paced around the room, unsure what to do. "Are you done yet?" Zhou, the owner by the door, whispered, "I'm going to open the door." "No, I have a criminal record, I can't show you the warrant!" Cheng Yuan whispered back, but his backside, burning with impatience, kept his feet moving around, making him so anxious he almost wet himself. "Then hurry up and get off the balcony!" someone suggested, "so you don't get us caught in the crossfire." This was the only way. He opened the French doors and went onto the balcony, looking down. Oh no! The third floor? How was supposed to play? "Open the door... or we'll break in!" someone shouted from outside. He had no choice but to go down; Cheng Yuan broke out in a cold sweat again. He spotted a drainpipe on the balcony edge, and without thinking , climbed over, grabbed it, and started sliding down. He'd only been sliding for a short while when he felt the pipe wobble in his hand, followed by a cracking sound, and his entire body fell backward. 6 "When a loser walks down the street, even a mangy dog will bite him," Gao Sen deeply felt this way. He, of course, was unaware of the series of strange events that had recently befallen Cheng Yuan, that loser in Taipei . The loser he considered was his fellow townsman, the young man named Ba Anguo, suspected of murder, because the victim had unfortunately been called by God. This made the case even bigger. Since Gao Sen considered him a loser, he obviously also believed he wasn't the murderer! This implication could indeed be sensed from his press release , so the director didn't take it seriously. The director believed his starting point was flawed; by presupposing the young man as a fellow villager, his analysis of the case became biased, failing to uphold the most basic impartiality expected of a journalist. "Revise it before publishing!" the director tossed the draft back to him. Gao Sen didn't insist; the director's argument wasn't wrong. Therefore, he focused the news report's focus on the murder weapon. The murder weapon did indeed bear Ba Anguo's clear fingerprints, and besides, the knife was found in his pocket when he was apprehended.

The most direct analysis makes him undoubtedly the prime suspect; however, according to the investigation, the knife did not

belong

to Ba'an

Guo. So, was it given to him during the chaos of battle? Or was it given to him by the person wielding the knife after injuring someone, intended to frame him? This is the key question. Gao Sen went to the county police station again

and went directly to a detective he knew; this man's surname was Qian, and he was from Pingdi. "Are there any other fingerprints on the murder knife?" he asked bluntly. "Yes," Detective Qian said readily, "but it's unclear; we can't find out whose it is." " Anyway , it proves that more than just he touched the knife." "So what? Does that prove he didn't kill the person?" "Detective ... " Gao Sen feigned a smile, "What I mean is, at least we can't be certain that Ba Anguo was the killer ." " Nonsense , of course we know that. And to get to the bottom of the whole case, we need to find the young man who gave him the knife, the owner of the knife." Detective Qian patted Gao Sen and continued, "You, don't get too involved." He understood what he meant, but still pressed on, "Has the owner of the knife been found? " “All we know is his nickname,” Detective Qian frowned. “They call him Tongzai, he’s from the north, eighteen or nineteen, hasn’t served in the military yet, and has a naked woman tattooed on his left arm. That’s all they got out of him. ” “Kids these days…” Gao Sen couldn’t help but sigh. “Anyone who dares to carry a knife is definitely not a good person. At his age, if it’s his first time committing a crime, it’ll be like finding a needle in a haystack.” “That’s terrible for Ba’an.” “That’s your fault.” His words left Gao Sen completely bewildered. "Why?" "You're the 'sun'! Why didn't the big boss teach your people well? You deserve twenty lashes!" "Go away! Bosses are useless these days!" He grabbed Detective Qian's shoulder: "Friend, tell me honestly , did you guys mess with him?" "Who?" He pretended to be clueless. " Ba Anguo." "Go away!" he retorted . "With that body of his, it's no wonder someone's dead if you mess with him, and you still dare to fight ." 7 Gao Sen came to Wutai Village at the invitation of Ba Anguo's father. His family lived on a hillside , overlooking the entire school. More than twenty years ago, he used to lead his younger siblings on an eight-kilometer mountain path to school every day; back then, the classrooms weren't the reinforced concrete buildings of today, but rather many stone slab houses. Inside, the clear, melodious voices reciting lessons struck the stone slabs with a tinkling sound, so pleasant to the ear, as if traveling through a time tunnel. Twenty years later, he listened intently, mesmerized. " Uruko ..." someone called to him. Three or five people had already gathered in the small square in front of Tomoe's house, drinking and discussing. He was invited to sit down and offered a cup of sake. "Have you seen him?" " I heard the murdered person is dead. Will he be sentenced to death?" " Taro 's bad luck, having a son late in life and then..." The group chatted idly about the case, their words rambling and irrelevant. Takamori remained silent, simply drinking alone. " Uru Valley." The speaker was younger, but a few years older than Gao Sen, and recognized him by the surname Li. He paused for a moment and said, "The Rukai tribe hasn't been growing grass for a long time, a very long time." Gao Sen didn't understand his meaning, so he put down his cup and looked at him, waiting for him to continue. " Why don't you understand this, little boy? Why?" Gao Sen saw a strong hint of alcohol in his eyes—no, more than that. There must be something else hidden , which he couldn't see at the moment. "Brother, let's not talk about this, let's drink." He had no choice but to change the subject and raised his cup to him. "What's the situation now? Please tell us!" Ba Taro asked. Gao Sen recounted his meeting with Detective Qian in detail and analyzed the entire case. To avoid upsetting the elderly and to give them some hope, he boldly guessed that the murderer wasn't Ba Anguo, but rather the still-at-large scoundrel, Tongzai . Surprisingly , some people applauded and raised their glasses in celebration. At this moment , Mrs. Ba came out of the room with a plate of pork belly, placing it in the center of . She deftly sliced it into pieces with a bamboo knife and distributed them to everyone, while her husband placed a pinch of salt in front of each person. When Mrs. Ba handed the meat to Gao Sen, her hands trembled, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she collapsed before him. " Yingna , get up, get up quickly..." Gao Sen was so nervous that he spilled his wine, and he struggled to help her up. Actually , Mrs. Ba wasn't much older than him, making her and Taro a May-December couple, but Taro was his elder, so he only addressed her as "Auntie." "You must save my child. Uruko ..." she pleaded, "You're the leader, you must save him." Taro helped her to the side, comforting the mother who was about to lose her child in his native tongue. After a long while, the two silently embraced, silently weeping. The already tense atmosphere became even more solemn. Gao Sen looked all the way from the campus to the top of Mount Wutou.

The swirling mist pulled his thoughts far, far away—towards the barefoot children going to school, his clamoring

little sister wanting to be carried, Alan with rosy cheeks sleeping on her uncle's shoulders, and his childhood spent catching fish and shrimp in the stream.

Ah! Where had those days of wildflowers and weeds gone? Suddenly, he understood

the meaning of what Brother Li had just said, and he saw clearly the cunning in his eyes. He had become a petty thief, a typical example.

The very next day, as he asked Alan to take him to the hospital for a checkup to see if any further injuries had occurred, the family who

had suffered the injustice were tallying their losses when they inadvertently found several chips in the chicken coop. They were extremely puzzled

, and this became an eternal mystery for the family.

A thief who failed had to throw away a few chips—what kind of underworld rule was this? Their confusion was

noticed . How many chips had he lost? How should they settle the score with the owner? He racked his brains.

But the doctor couldn't care less about what he was thinking; he only cared about the wound on his head. Thankfully, it was only slightly

lacerated , but the bandage that had just been removed was wrapped back up.

"It's here, everything else is fine." After finishing, the doctor asked curiously, "Brother,

what did you do? Why do you smell so strange, like chicken droppings?"

Cheng Yuan couldn't tell the doctor the reason for the second injury; how could he bring that up? He even lied to Alan

, saying he'd fallen while going downstairs after playing mahjong. Back at his place, he couldn't wait to call

the owner of the gambling den, surnamed Zhou. Luckily, he was home; he hadn't been taken to the police station.

"

Where are the cops?" he asked.

"They left early!" Zhou, the owner, said casually. "They came to check for a wanted criminal. Damn it, probably a

neighbor who's annoyed with me, falsely reporting a wanted criminal here so the cops could come and embarrass me."

"Didn't the cops bother with your place?" "They said they knew we were playing cards,

otherwise

why did it take them so long to open the door? It's just family mahjong!

Nothing special, everyone plays for fun. Then they checked our IDs and that was it! But before they left,

one of the cops asked, 'That's strange, how are the three of us playing mahjong?'"

He

heard the other man's sinister laugh, very grating. "You're still laughing?

Fuck

your mother! I climbed to the second floor to protect the three of you and fell down, getting all bruised and battered." Cheng

Yuan lied, he had his reasons. "Really!" the other person exclaimed in surprise. "We closed the French windows, so we didn't hear anything. But it's a good thing, otherwise the cops would have heard too, and they would have come down to chase you. A guilty conscience needs no accuser, everyone knows that !" "My asshole my ass." He was too lazy to argue and got to the point. "I'm asking you, how's my winnings going?" "You won?" the other person exclaimed in surprise again. "Hey, you fake expert, the game only lasted halfway before it ended, whose money did you win? Damn it, I didn't even get my initial bet, and you still want it?!" "But the chips are still in my hands. They can't go back on their word. You're the owner, it's your responsibility to get them back ." To further increase his bargaining power, he added, "Damn it, do you know, while you were talking to me about Donald Duck, I won the Four Winds with a self-drawn hand—the East Wind that fell on the ground, remember? But it didn't count , and I gave someone else a winning hand!" " Damn it..." Owner Zhou spat again, "Whose fault is it if the tiles fall on the ground? It's your Four Winds that ruined everyone. What kind of hand is Four Winds? It's a once-in-a-lifetime hand. People with bad luck will have bad luck if they win it. Clearly, you're the one with bad luck ! " " Alright, alright, my chips..." "Keep them as souvenirs! If you think it's not enough, I'll give you a whole box. " The other party hung up the phone. 10-24 9 The guy surnamed Zhou who dares to run a high-stakes gambling den is no ordinary person; he needs to be well-connected in both the legal and illegal worlds. Cheng Yuan can't possibly get a share. He might even become a "second-in-command," tipping off the police that Cheng Yuan is a master forger of documents and has committed numerous crimes. Wouldn't that be like trying to steal a chicken and losing a bowl of rice? This scheme is easy to manipulate; a little thought is all it takes to calculate it. Ten minutes after hanging up the phone, Cheng Yuan threw the chips into the trash can, vowing never to think about them again. Then, he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and immediately said to Du Youlan, "Let's go to Taoyuan." He was eager to go to Taoyuan to find the blind bone-reading master, Songmu, hoping to understand the inexplicable fate he had been experiencing. Now, only Songmu could save him from misfortune. They arrived late that day without an appointment, so the registration number made him wait a full two hours before finally seeing the master, much to his delight . If you are a practicing doctor who can make people wait two hours every day for their appointments with great patience , then you definitely deserve the title of "Master of Healing"; this master, like Songmu's hands, possesses profound skill, able to simultaneously feel the flesh of three women—not their bones. If you can't, then I advise you not to waste seven years studying medicine. Why not just self-mutilate like Master Songmu and raise three wives and a bunch of kids? It'll be effortless! Upon seeing Master Songmu, Cheng Yuan couldn't help but let out a loud fart, the sound like a cry for help: "Help !" Of course, we are all mortals and wouldn't understand the hidden meaning; Master Songmu, being so extraordinary, immediately frowned upon hearing the fart and blurted out, "You've broken your vow." Just kidding! After eating beef, he was hospitalized and discharged; after playing cards, he was hospitalized and discharged again. This has been going on for many days! Did that piece of beef stay in his stomach the whole time, only turning into a pile of unexpelled feces today, bringing out the smell when he farted? It may be unreasonable, but a master is a master; his words hit the nail on the head. Cheng Yuan almost knelt down, forgetting his head injury, and wanted to kowtow. "My problem is difficult to resolve, Master Songmu, I beg you (please go and grant me this instruction) to have great compassion and quickly resolve this crisis!"

The "you (you go to person plus sign)" in this passage is not meant to deify Songmu, but rather to indicate that Cheng Yuan at this

moment already regarded Songmu as a god. Having experienced heartbreak, a self-inflicted four-fold win, and even a near-fatal attempt, he

was like a person adrift at sea. So, what else could Songmu be but a piece of driftwood?

"Tell me slowly," Songmu said, turning his ear towards him again, ready to listen. Cheng Yuan recounted this experience in a captivating, storytelling style. If anyone on Channel 4 overheard this, they might invite him to their show! This was an extraordinary situation, nothing ordinary, nothing rare. Songmu withdrew his ear, beckoned him to come closer. Cheng Yuan walked up to him and was pressed down onto a small stool by his assistant. Master Songmu then used both hands to thoroughly examine Cheng Yuan's forehead, back of the head, shoulder blades, chest, back, waist, and pelvis, as if performing a full-body checkup . Afterward, Songmu turned to face the altar, received three incense sticks from his apprentice, offered them a devout prayer, pondered for a while, and then returned to his throne. "You have a friend waiting outside, don't you?" Songmu's question immediately confirmed the diagnosis. " Yes, yes," Cheng Yuan quickly replied. "Is it a foreign woman?" He was even more surprised, turning to look at Songmu's apprentices, all of whom were expressionless, and could only offer a perfunctory reply. " Justice , justice..." Master Song sighed, his white eyes fixed on the ceiling, all white, as if the whole case was about to be revealed. "Master..." "Your past lives, three lifetimes ago... sigh ..." He sighed again, continuing, "In your three previous lives, you were a Japanese boy, a Japanese soldier, and she was a barbarian princess. You met in the central mountains, both of you were young. You secretly loved her, but she was already engaged to a leader, and barbarians don't like Japanese boys. Unwilling to accept this, one night, while the barbarian was drunk from drinking and singing, you and your colleagues forcibly took her away and raped her in a factory shed. The next day, after she learned of this, she jumped off a cliff and committed suicide." "And what about me?" Cheng Yuan's mouth went dry. "The barbarians suspected the cause of his death, but lacking evidence, they couldn't deal with you. Your superior, fearing you'd incur the wrath of Daishi, quickly transferred you back to Japan. His spirit couldn't cross the sea to settle scores with you, which is why you died peacefully." "And now?" " He's been searching for you for three lifetimes, and now he's finally found you." My goodness ! Cheng Yuan told such a good story, how could Songmu not reciprocate? This is truly a case of giving and receiving in return! " No wonder." He quickly recalled their time together: "I felt increasingly uneasy ; all sorts of strange things happened when I was with her." "But you can't separate from her for now." " Why ? What if she chokes me while I'm asleep?" " No," Master Songmu said decisively, "She doesn't know about your past life's grievances; you can use her to resolve past grudges." "How can I use her? What if it fails and I die a horrible death? " "Don't worry, I'm here." Songmu's ears twitched. "Hiding won't solve anything; she 'll find you eventually. You might as well stick with her. Remember, I'll give you a talisman for half a month. Every night before you sleep, give her a cup of talisman water so she won't see your past life in her dreams and will forget her hatred. Keep a picture with you, bow to her three times a day, apologize for your rudeness, and ask for her forgiveness. That way, she won't bring you bad luck." "That's easy, I can do it." "Yes, she will . " Master Songmu spoke with great enthusiasm: "During intercourse, you mustn't touch her left breast or heart area as this will cause her to harbor hatred and bring you misfortune." 10 Master Songmu really knows how to "make things up." I have the same skill, only my motivation is different. So he makes a fortune as a fortune teller, while I have to be a poor writer advising people not to be superstitious. Cheng Yuan hadn't read my novel, which made him incredibly superstitious. Before leaving, he asked, "Can I break my abstinence ?" The master just smiled and said something profound: "Does your head hurt?" Cheng Yuan's head was still throbbing, but could he eat beef or not? Gao Sen, far away in Wutai Township, Pingtung , had just woken up, his head still throbbing. The potency of the old rice wine was truly a testament to the power of the National Tobacco Monopoly Administration. It was nearly dusk when he realized he had passed out drunk in the square in front of Ba Taro's house. Sitting up, he found that more and more people had gathered, filling the stone table; many men and women from the village had come. Just as he stood up, a delicate hand, seemingly offering him a glass of wine to revive him, reached out and touched Yan Ruyu. "What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise. "This is my home!" she replied. That 's right, she was truly drunk. She was from Tailu Village, so she was naturally the owner, but she worked and only returned for festivals and celebrations. Clearly, someone had tipped her off that day. "You're very famous now," Yan Ruyu continued. "The whole village knows that only you could save Ba'anguo ." "Saying that is bad for me, you know?" he said with a bitter smile. "I'm just a reporter. If he really killed someone , even if I were the judge, there's nothing I could do." "They say at least you taught the police not to beat him," she said, fanning herself beside him. He knew she was swatting away mosquitoes for him, something she'd started doing at dusk. No wonder he hadn't been bitten while he was drunk. He wanted to say something to express his gratitude, but he didn't.

"Uruko," Bataro called out from the crowd, "Cheers if you're awake."

Just as he was about to raise his glass, Yan Ruyu spoke up, muttering in Rukai's native tongue to Bataro, telling him not to

drink with Gao Sen anymore.

"Are you his wife? Or his girlfriend?" Bataro, also quite drunk, joked,

not

: "If he's getting married, why didn't he invite me to his wedding?"

The crowd burst into laughter, joining in the teasing. "They got on the bus first and bought the ticket later!" "Don't get married, just sleep with them. Marriage is useless." "Tonight I want to make love." Gao Sen , exasperated

by their commotion, picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "Seniors of Kirita, on behalf of Iinurang (going to the Uru), I toast you, wishing you a long and healthy life." "A long and healthy life? I don't understand." " Iinurang going to our Kirita village's girls? That's not allowed!" " Urugu , three drinks are needed to pass. " It was the same brother surnamed Li who had mentioned at the beginning of the drinking session that "the Rukai tribe hasn't been out of the mountains for a long time," and he stepped in to help him out, saying, "The mountain road is long, and he still has to go down the mountain tonight!" "It's alright," Gao Sen patted him on the shoulder and continued to the crowd, "I'll drink three cups, please forgive me." He drank cup after cup, and by the third cup, he was practically catching rabbits. "Forgive what? Uruko needs to explain himself!" someone shouted again. "Alright! Don't go too far," Ba Taro, knowing his condition, took the initiative to help him out. Gao Sen was getting drunk again and again. As soon as he sat down, he felt a headache coming on. He said to Yan Ruyu beside him, "Why did you come?" " For you," Ruyu answered simply. " No, you mustn't..." he said painfully, "We'll never have a future together." " Ulugu, my body already belongs to you..." " Why ? Why won't you let me go?" " Ulugu , you're drunk. Malay humor (Du Youlan) won't be coming back." " Why won't you let me go?" Gao Sen repeated again in an almost sobbing tone. " Urugu ," Ruyu said to him with absolute certainty, "Duaraigai, Gelayi Wuabachai, Gaigalulangen (I will marry no one but you in this life)." 11 Gao Sen was taken down the mountain by Yan Ruyu on her motorcycle. After crossing several mountain ridges, passing Yila, and crossing the bridge spanning the Ailiao River , he woke up. He moved his hands directly up from behind her, clasped them together, and grasped her breasts, resting his head on her back, shouting, "Stop! Stop!" She stopped. He quickly got off the motorcycle and ran to the grassy side, vomiting incessantly. She also ran over, hurriedly patting his back and rubbing his chest. "It's alright , it's nothing." He looked up at the sky and said. "You drank too fast." "Don't worry about me, let's go!" "No." In this desolate wilderness, she seemed even stronger: "I want to take care of you." "Forever?" he asked. "Forever," she answered. "Very good." He staggered to an abandoned shack, unzipped his pants, and urinated. "Uruko, do you remember what I just said?" she asked, following him. "I remember." He stumbled and fell to the ground. She tried to help him up, but as soon as she grabbed his hand, he pulled her down, and their bodies became entangled . "Ruyu, I want you," Gao Sen said under the bright moonlight, his hands already roaming . "I will marry no one but you in this life," she murmured again. "I heard you," he said, unbuttoning her blouse. Yan Ruyu continued to murmur, letting his hands wander inside her bra, roaming over her breasts. Gao Sen, who had been lying on his side caressing her breasts, suddenly rolled onto her body and kissed her lips; she responded passionately, her tongue probing his mouth, almost reaching his throat. He sucked on her saliva, finding it like nectar, bringing him immense pleasure. His throat, parched from the alcohol, seemed completely soothed, and he felt much more awake. He became even more excited, withdrawing his tongue and moving his head down to capture her firm nipple, licking it in circles. "Mmm...ah..." she murmured softly, feeling a light appear. She opened her eyes to see a motorcycle approaching. She held his head tightly until the motorcycle passed her before she cried out again. "Uruko...I will marry no one but you in this life...don't stop, don't..." She arched her lower body high, pressing against his genitals. The contact with his hardness aroused her further, and she began to rub against him. He was suddenly jolted awake by the scent of her breasts. His genitals were being rubbed so hard they were almost bursting through his pants. He had no choice but to abandon the nipple and move lower , kissing her vulva through her skirt. The harder he tried, the louder her moans grew, her pelvis arching to its limit, the line of her vulva clearly visible through her outer skirt. He used his mouth to lift her skirt, then bit the elastic band of her panties with his teeth; she cooperated readily, and the panties slipped down one leg without resistance. Impatiently, he kissed her genitals directly. "Mmm... your beard, your beard... it hurts..." Gao Sen's unkempt beard, unshaven for days, had an effect, causing her lower body to sway restlessly, but the more she swayed, the more flowed, clearly she was in a state of both pain and pleasure. This made him even more unrestrained, his tongue probing deep inside, churning and swirling, causing her to scream for mercy, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain. After a moment of weakness in her legs, she suddenly clamped his head between her legs, flipped him over, and became the superior; then she sat...

She stood up, turned her upper body around, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, reached out and grasped his erect penis, shaking

it .

He, not to be outdone, reached up and squeezed her breasts hard. After a while, she

could no longer endure it, turned around, straddled his waist; without using her hands to guide her, she slid directly inside; the first thrusts,

the squelching sounds echoed unrestrainedly in the open field.

"Touch my grandma... Brother, quickly strangle it, strangle it..." she cried out incoherently.

Only .

He obeyed, no, even more excessively, he tilted his upper body back and bit one of her breasts, his lower body

thrusting upwards in perfect coordination; no, even more excessively, his hands also wrapped around her waist, tightly gripping her

buttocks. This move benefited her breasts, genitals, and buttocks, leaving her almost exhausted from the intense pleasure, and she collapsed onto his

chest .

He thrust for a while, but finding himself unable to exert much force, he rolled her on the grass, assuming a neutral position.

He grabbed her feet and forcefully pushed them apart, widening her vulva to meet his gaze. Then, he gently

swayed his hips, allowing her to gradually absorb the sensation. After about a hundred thrusts, he launched into a fierce

attack . Their union was almost like the clang of metal on metal, sparks flying. Due to the excessive force, her

body slid forward.

Just as she was about to reach the edge of the ditch, she knew she was about to finish. Taking advantage of the lingering afterglow, she clenched

her vagina tightly, feeling a surge of hot fluid rush into her, her labia opening wide.

Chapter Three: Revisiting Wutou Mountain

1.

"In this life, I will marry no one but you." For these words, Gao Sen finally agreed to the engagement. He could no longer dream of divine union with

Yan Ruyu , or of the unattainable, life-or-death Du Youlan. So,

after discussing it with his family, his parents personally went to Wutai Village to propose marriage.

On the morning of the proposal, Du Youlan woke up groggily in Banqiao, Taipei. Looking at

the slanting sunlight streaming into the room, she suddenly felt a dull ache in her heart, as if struck by that sunlight. She had

a strange feeling of life and death, as if she knew she had an incurable disease and would soon die; and

suddenly, she longed for her hometown.

"Mount Wutou, will you disperse your mists and see this lost child?"

She glanced at him and noticed Cheng Yuan wasn't sleeping beside her. Curious, she stepped out of the bedroom and immediately saw him sitting

energetically in the living room; though energetic, his eyes were dark-rimmed, and seeing

the complete amphetamine paraphernalia on the teacup, it wasn't surprising.

"Didn't sleep all night?" She went into the bathroom to wash before he could answer.

In fact, Cheng Yuan hadn't slept a wink all night. Ever since that old blind man, Master Songmu, fabricated that

bizarre, mysterious, and incredibly exciting story, he'd had a hard time falling asleep; especially next to Alan.

No matter how absurd the old blind man's story was, it did resonate with her own thoughts. At the very beginning of this novel, I

describe Cheng Yuan's attempt to assault Alan. Alan resists, but he forces himself on her. His fingers, penetrating her private parts, are like

Japanese warlords freely "entering and exiting" Chinese soil; one could call his fingers "little Japanese."

When Songmu claims he was a Japanese soldier in his three previous lives, it's truly a lucky coincidence, making you believe in his experience and skill in

this area.

Cheng Yuan is terrified. He never imagined that the barbarian woman he used to slaughter and ravage was actually

his enemy from three lifetimes ago, coming for revenge. Before this, he had suspected that the barbarian woman and the old blind man had conspired

to harm him, preventing him from doing anything to her, but upon reflection, he realized the barbarian woman couldn't possibly be so cunning.

How could he doubt Master Songmu's power? He had spent two sleepless nights like this; he couldn't endure

it , or he would die! He had to follow Master Songmu's prescription and worship her. Du Youlan came out of the restroom and sat down opposite him.

She

slowly spoke, hesitant at first, then

a little timid

: "I want to go back to Pingtung for a visit, is that alright?"

He looked up, staring at her with his dark circles under his eyes, and said very slowly, "Go ahead!" She

was

startled. She had expected him to be violent upon hearing this request, and she had prepared her defenses. To her surprise, he agreed

immediately . Was he up to something again? She

tentatively

added, "If you're worried, you can come back with me." The implication was that if he

was afraid she wouldn't return, he could at least keep an eye on her!

Cheng

Yuan waved his hand, somewhat impatiently saying, "Coming and going is all fate." What did that mean? She was even more confused. Du Youlan noticed that he seemed completely different since returning from Peach Garden.

She could easily list several changes: First, he hadn't shared a bed with her, or even closed his eyes, relying entirely on radio to pass the night, and using amphetamines . Second, his sexual ability was vastly different from before; he hadn't touched her for the past two days, not even glancing at her body. Third, he suddenly started making her a cup of milk every night, saying it was to nourish her body, but he always did it furtively in the kitchen. Fourth, in the past, he had to completely control her whereabouts, never letting her stray far, but now he seemed to have taken pity on her. Du Youlan never imagined that his fear of sleeping stemmed from the dread of her vengeful spirit from three lifetimes possessing him in the middle of the night, chopping off his head with a knife; his restraint in not making love to her was a calculated act, fearing that a moment of passion might touch her left breast and trigger her memories of that past life; and the milk bath was a convenient way to cast a spell, helping her forget the tragedy. As for letting her return to Pingtung, that was even more ridiculous. Now, he desperately hoped she would never return, that they would part ways forever; but Master Songmu had said that nothing could be forced or avoided, only left to fate. "Well, then I'll pack my bags." He waved goodbye. Alan , of course, didn't delve into the reasons behind it all; she assumed her man had changed, returning to the refined . Thankfully, fate had some mercy and spared her from further suffering; overwhelmed with emotion, she felt like crying while packing her bags. As she walked out of the bedroom with her luggage, she saw ten thousand yuan on the table, and her eyes welled up with tears.

As she put away the money and was about to leave, Cheng Yuan called out to her from behind.

"Do you have a photo?" "

Why?" "Leave one for me. I... I'm afraid I'll miss you." At that moment, tears truly streamed down her face. 2 As soon as Du Youlan left, Cheng Yuan immediately placed her photo on the television, went out to buy incense sticks and gold and silver foil, then respectfully lit incense, bowed three times, and carefully burned the paper money one by one on the balcony, chanting continuously! "Miss Aboriginal, no, Princess, I'm so sorry... How the hell was I supposed to know I was Japanese ? Actually, I hate the Japanese devils the most. They slaughtered Chinese people before the war, and after the war, they ruthlessly devalued the New Taiwan Dollar. They made a fortune from things like Japanese comics... Becoming Chinese in this life is retribution, so we're even, right? Please don't look for me again, okay? I beg you." The paper money had burned out, and suddenly a gust of wind rose, sending ashes swirling on the small balcony. Even in broad daylight still somewhat frightening. Cheng Yuan felt the wound on the back of his head throb and ache again. After a wave of dizziness, he felt a chill, as if the whole room was permeated with cold air. He dared not stay in the room any longer and hurriedly went downstairs! He wandered around the neighborhood for a while, and unconsciously found himself in the small park where Alan usually sat alone. He sat on her usual bench, lit a cigarette like her, and watched the passersby, intending to throw their cigarette butts all over the ground. But the passersby weren't entirely unrelated; there was always a tiny chance of bumping into someone he knew. I believe that in a state of mental confusion, certain tiny chances can occur, such as seeing strange phenomena. Cheng Yuan didn't see anything unusual, but he did see a familiar face. It was Donald Duck, the habitual car thief wanted by the underworld , getting out of a taxi. " Old Donald…" Cheng Yuan roared, "Finally caught him!" He rushed across the street and grabbed him, but the man didn't try to escape. "When you're down on your luck, you run into ghosts everywhere." Old Tang shook his head and said, "Don't yell like that, don't you know I'm on the run?" " Damn it , I'm looking for you, you old bastard!" He perked up again: "You've been giving me a hard time lately. Look at my head, it's still bandaged up like this. I can't go anywhere, just stuck at home hatching eggs. And that failed hand of the East Wind with a self-drawn four of a kind is also related to you." "Hey, hey. I didn't smash your head, what does it have to do with me? I ran away first that day because I was afraid the cops would come and cause trouble ." "Wasn't I afraid? What if I got chopped off? " "So before I left, I specifically told your woman to take you to the hospital quickly! That's all a friend can do." He crossed the street and headed towards the park: "Don't stay on the main road, or I'll be in big trouble if I run into another acquaintance !" " Hey !" He caught up with him and said, "You think this explanation settles all our scores?" " That 's right! What grudge do we have? Come to think of it, you're the one who wronged me, not getting that wheel out of the country , which led to my current predicament." He suddenly remembered something: " By the way, you said you didn't win with a big hand, what happened?" "Don't mention it." Cheng Yuan waved his hand: "Luckily, I didn't cripple your leg, which saved both you and myself ! Think about it, if that wheel had really been taken abroad, you would be dead, and I would be dead too." "So what if I didn't get it out? So what if I gave it back to him? He's still after me, spreading rumors that he wants one of my hands, damn it! Is there no honor in the underworld? I might as well sell myself abroad, make some money off him, and run away . I'm going to die anyway." "I heard about it. So how did you end up here?" "Sigh!" Old Tang sighed , his face scrunched up like a Shar-Pei: "I've been a gangster my whole life, and I've only ever been wanted by the cops. Hiding from the cops is easy, hiding from my brothers is hard! Damn it, that guy's a die-hard, and he 's got a lot of influence. He's determined to kill me. I heard he even put a bounty on my head! Even the person who tipped me off gets a reward, so I just try to hide in places where my brothers don't frequent." "Where in Taiwan are there no brothers?" Cheng Yuan's speech had become increasingly sophisticated lately. "That's why I keep changing locations!" Despite the injury to the back of Cheng Yuan's head, his inspiration still shone through, and he came up with a new idea. " We're brothers , after all," he patted Old Tang on the shoulder. "We can't just stand by and watch him die. I think you should come and hide at my kiln for a while!" "You don't want the reward, do you?" "Go to hell, what do you take me for?" 3 As the two gangsters stealthily returned to their lodgings, Gao Sen's marriage proposal party, over 400 kilometers away, had already arrived in Wutai Village and disembarked in front of Wutai Elementary School. Yan Ruyu's family had already made all the preparations, decorating with bundles of millet, sugarcane, peanut balls, red cloth, and flower baskets in a traditional style. At the sound of firecrackers, the gathered crowd immediately came out of their houses to peek. Almost all the villagers participating in the engagement ceremony were dressed in brightly colored traditional clothing; for a moment, even the blooming wildflowers paled in comparison. Gao Sen and his entourage carried several ancient jars, fresh flowers, wine, traditional food, and a whole pig as betrothal gifts. The leader, wearing a crown adorned with three wild lilies, a beaded necklace, a robe embroidered with a hundred-pace snake, a hunting knife at his waist, and flower-patterned leggings, looked every bit the leader, making the villagers beam with delight. They kept saying Ruyu was lucky to marry into a leader's family, and to be such a handsome man at that. Upon entering the Yan family home, the small living room suddenly became packed, making it difficult to even turn around. The host had no choice but to ask some unnecessary relatives and friends to leave, making room for the engagement ceremony. The traditional Rukai engagement ceremony has also changed with the times, becoming almost entirely Sinicized, resulting in a somewhat comical scene.

The entrance of the bride-to-be, Yan Ruyu, elicited cheers. She wore a floral crown, her slender, graceful body

draped in a light green robe, over which she wore a beaded floral dress. Her head was bowed, making her

incredibly ; her large, bright eyes, brimming with smiles, stole glances at her man. That slight shyness made her

beautiful from every angle.

The couple was led outdoors to a long table already set up, where they stood opposite their parents across the table. Then,

the village head, the national representative, and other political figures took turns giving speeches—long, tedious, and utterly monotonous.

This was largely a copy of the Han Chinese tradition, using high-ranking officials to create a spectacle; the speakers sang fluently, while

the audience remained noisy. Even though the speakers were extremely dissatisfied, they still reveled in a kind of self-satisfying pleasure; this

self-satisfaction differed from the norm in that many people openly watched and ridiculed them. Besides the

elaborate

rituals, the most important thing was, of course, the wedding feast. A group of women from the neighborhood worked

tirelessly, sweating profusely, preparing all sorts of traditional mountain delicacies, including flying squirrel soup, monkey meat sausage, and "Abai" (millet wrapped

meat), among others. The whole village mobilized to eat and drink to their hearts' content, and some people were still there even into the night.

Du Youlan, returning home from Banqiao, took a train, then a bus to Sandimen, and finally a rickshaw up the mountain.

By then, it was completely dark. The winding mountain road, rising and falling, turning left and right, mirrored her arduous homesickness;

every blade of grass and every tree here was familiar to her, but after all these years, it seemed to have become alienated from her, showing no welcome

, even hiding its face, unwilling to see her.

Tears welled up again, for her hometown.

After a sharp turn, she knew she had arrived at Wutai Village, but saw an unusual crowd of people on both sides of the street. She

sensed something and her eyelids twitched twice. "

Wait

a minute, driver," she called out. After the driver stopped the car, she rolled down the window and asked a passerby in Rukai, "What are you celebrating today?"

" An engagement! Someone's getting engaged, going to Lu and Wutai," he replied. Going to Lu village? Who is it? She was even more curious. "Who?" "Gao Sen, the leader of Dali Alai (chieftain), is going to Lu to marry Yan Ruyu from Wutai." Du Youlan stood frozen in the car for a long time before finally telling the driver, "Drive." But after driving about 500 meters, she called out again, "Stop the car." "Miss, do you want to go to Lu or not?" the driver asked impatiently. "I'll get off here," she said absentmindedly. "Consider it payment for going to Lu." The driver took the money, turned around, and drove off, leaving her alone in the dark mountains, looking down at Wutai Village. Suddenly , she didn't want to cry anymore; she wanted to return to her hometown. During her days of wandering, in the most difficult times, the first thing she thought of was Wutai Mountain above her, and second, undeniably, her first love, Gao Sen. After the most difficult period, she returned home in disguise. Although she didn't see Wutai Mountain, she knew for sure that it stood there safely, overlooking its people. Returning home in disguise, she learned of her first love's whereabouts on the day of his engagement—how could she bear it? Du Youlan slowly walked down the mountain, returning to Wutai Village. In front of Wutai Elementary School, she was recognized by the villagers. " Is that Malay Humor?" An elder who had come to Lu Village recognized her under the streetlights: "It really is Malay Humor , child, you haven't been back for a long time." " Yingna ..." she could only call out to her. " Ulukok is getting engaged today, come with me to the Yan family." "No, I want to go down the mountain..." " No, come with me!" The woman took her hand and kissed it repeatedly , showing her longing for her, and then led her forward. Just as they were approaching Yan Ruyu's house, they bumped into each other. " Alan?" Everyone could see the extent of Ruyu's surprise. "It's me, it really is me, Ruyu," she called softly. "Good classmate," she said, stepping forward and putting her arm around her. "Gao Yun is at my house, let's all get together!" Ruyu deliberately avoided talking about her engagement to Gao Sen today, instead steer the conversation towards Gao Sen's sister, Gao Yun . Youlan knew perfectly well what was going on. "I have something to do," Alan patted the back of her hand. " Say sorry to Ayun, I have to go." "Going back to Yinulang?" she asked. " No, I'm going back to Taipei," Youlan lied. "I'll see you off," Ruyu said , taking her arm and walking towards the road. " Congratulations ," she said. "What?" " I congratulate you on marrying a good husband." "You know?" Ruyu's arm trembled slightly; Youlan had already noticed. " Yes ," she said , her eyes filled with tears, "Someone told me." " Malay humor, I wish you well too," Ruyu said swiftly. Upon reaching the roadside, Du Youlan released her arm, took out three thousand yuan from her purse, and stuffed it into Ruyu's hand, saying, " My good classmate, may we grow old together." The two of them held the banknotes in their hands, remaining silent for a moment. Then, as if remembering something, Ruyu asked, "How are you getting down the mountain?" This question stumped Alan. Getting down the mountain at night was almost impossible unless someone she knew gave her a ride . "Don't worry, I'll find someone," Ruyu said, then ran into the nearby crowd to ask. A moment later, she returned with a young man . " Excuse me, he's a Malaysian humorist. He's about to go down the mountain, but he's riding a motorcycle. You can ride with him down the mountain."

"Huh?" Ruyu said.

The day after Gao Shangsen's drunken night at Wending, he was shaken awake by Ba Taro from Wutai Village.

"Uruko, get up quickly, my son sent someone saying he urgently needs to see you."

He turned over twice before waking from his dream, and upon seeing Ba Taro, he tried to fall back down, but was pulled back.

"Uruko, Gaosen, wake up..." Ba Taro called out.

"Ba'an Kingdom is looking for me, isn't it? I know," he mumbled in his sleep.

"Uruko, Dali Alai (chieftain), I beg you, save my son," Ba Taro pleaded repeatedly. Now, in

Ulugu

—no, Gao Sen—he arrived at the Pingtung County Police Station in Pingtung District. Just as he was about to enter

, he saw a woman walking out. She was wearing sunglasses and looked familiar. His head followed her as she turned, and the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed. He couldn't help but call out, " Malay

Humor?" The woman stopped, but didn't turn around. She tossed her hair and walked out of the station with her head held high. Gao Sen paused for a moment, then chased after her, only to see her get into a taxi and drive away. It seemed she even turned back and opened the rear window to glance at him. This was strange. He scratched his head, feeling a little more sober from his hangover. In the detention cell, he met Ba'an Guo. "Brother Gao!" He cried out as if seeing a savior, desperately reaching an arm over the fence. "They said I'm going to be prosecuted! What does that mean?" He extended a hand and shook it firmly. " That 's unlikely!" he explained. "If the prosecutor prosecutes you, it means they have enough evidence to prove you're the suspect. It seems unlikely that the case has progressed to this point." " But they said..." " Who are they?" " Detectives !" Gao Sen had no choice but to approach the detective who had been involved in the sex scandal again; he was chatting with his colleagues in the third team. "Old Qian, are you scaring the kids again?" He asked bluntly, "Has he been charged ?" The officer smiled strangely and said, "It's just one method of investigation. Are you going to interfere?" "Sir, I wouldn't dare." He was quite perceptive; seeing the atmosphere was good, he joked, " But you scared him, and you scared me too." "We're under pressure too, Prince!" Detective Qian immediately retorted, "The murderer can't be found, and the victim's family is threatening to call in a public representative." "To make some soup?" he said dismissively. To be honest, Detective Qian's words were irrefutable. Heaven knows how much pressure the police are under. The detective surnamed Qian seemed to soften his tone, and said with some self-reflection, "If we solve the case, everyone benefits; if we , everyone suffers." Gao Sen, knowing their hard work, felt a pang of sympathy and put his hand on Qian's shoulder, saying, " How about coming up the mountain for a good drink tonight? I got engaged last night." "Damn it, no sincerity, only saying it now," Detective Qian said, putting his arm around Gao Sen in return. Just then, an indigenous detective approached Gao Sen and said, "Ulu Valley, my cousin came to see me this morning, didn't you see her?" " Who is your cousin?" he asked. " Malay humor!" he replied. "Du Youlan from your village, a girl from the same village!" Cheng Yuan led Donald Duck to his place. As soon as Donald entered, he saw a picture and immediately teased him, "Who would have thought our fake immortal is actually a love saint? The woman went back to visit her family, so he uses a photo to soothe his longing, haha!" "Damn you, Donald, stop teasing me." He put the photo away. "Remember this well, I'm your benefactor. If even I won't take you in, then you can expect to be hacked to pieces!" " Yes, yes, my great benefactor..." Old Tang forced a weak smile. "Then where will I sleep?" Cheng Yuan led him to a spare guest room, piled with some odds and ends. "Go buy a mattress outside and make do! In this critical moment, we must simplify things." Actually , Cheng Yuan didn't take him in out of kindness. If I couldn't even see that, then all these years of writing novels and observing human nature would have been for nothing. He took Old Tang in to prevent the ghost from seeking revenge. With the two of them huddled together in this house, it was hard to guarantee that nothing strange wouldn't happen. With Old Tang around, at least there was an extra layer of protection, and the increased human presence in the house would deter any ghosts. This was his plan , easily executed. After inspecting the room, Old Tang's phone rang. "Who is it?" Cheng Yuan asked, even more nervous than him. "My apprentice." "How do you know?" "Of course there's a code." Old Tang gave him a strange look: "At this crucial moment, it's already been switched from overt to covert ." He called back, humming and hawing, and after hanging up, he said to Cheng Yuan with a troubled expression: "It's my apprentice ! It really is him." "Spit it out." Cheng Yuan was quite adept at reading people. "My apprentice... he's quite pitiful too..." Old Tang stammered, "After what happened, I couldn't take care of them anymore, so they all went their separate ways. I don't know about the others, but this little apprentice doesn't ..." "Old man, don't even think about it..." He understood what he meant. "If you're going to help someone, help them to the very end, this is one more person." Old Tang pleaded. "No, you're going too far." "If, really, this is one more person," he begged, "Please be magnanimous and just consider him someone who came to help..."

"His little brother can run errands for you!"

He hesitated, his firm resolve wavering again.

Old Tang seized the opportunity, pressing his advantage, and immediately continued, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, he can take care of you

!"

"Just this one! Don't blame me for being heartless, I won't take in any more." He finally relented.

7

Donald Duck's apprentice arrived, treating Cheng Yuan with utmost respect, calling him "Brother Cheng Yuan" and "Tongzai is here,

" as if he were his benefactor. Clearly, Old Tang had instructed him beforehand.

"Fake Immortal, you're not kidding me!" Old Tang winked at him ambiguously: "Just call him Tongzai. Just give him

any orders, big or small. Treat him like your own little brother. It doesn't matter if this little brat works himself to death."

"Clean the guest rooms first," Cheng Yuan gave his first order.

The young man immediately took off his shirt and began to move things around as instructed. In no time, he had tidied

the guest room spotless. Then, drenched in sweat, he stood before Cheng Yuan and asked, "Brother Cheng, is there anything else?

Should I clean your room too?"

"Take a rest!" he said, looking at the young man's still quite robust physique. "The nude woman tattooed on your left arm

is pretty good, very detailed. Where did you get it?"

"In an alley in Ximending," Tongzai said obsequiously. "Brother Cheng, are you interested? I'll take you there another day

."

"His woman isn't around, he's getting all worked up over your tattoo," Old Tang joked. "Watch out for

your arm, he might fuck it tonight."

"Fuck your old ass, stop talking nonsense, or I'll tear your rotten mouth apart!" Cheng Yuan spat.

"Tearing my mouth apart is fine, but don't be like that gangster who tried to chop off my hand; I still need it to make a living!" He

waved his hand.

"Master," Tongzai interjected, "You shouldn't have brought it up; we're practically living off our savings!"

"Nonsense, do you need to remind me?" Old Tang slapped him on the back of the head. "Things are tight right now;

we can't . We'll have to go out and make some moves soon, otherwise our savings will be gone in no time."

"Living here with Brother Cheng is even more convenient. We can get the goods we need right away, and then immediately get the legs. Wouldn't that sell even

faster ?" Tongzai said, full of cleverness.

The

saying goes, "Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang," so these three thieves are better than ten

Zhuge Liangs , and their dwelling is a veritable den of thieves.

Gao

Sen is engaged, and his sister Gao Yun is getting anxious. She comes to Luo Heping's billiards room for a secret discussion.

"Alright!" Heping calls to the teenagers engrossed in billiards, "Lunch break is over,

everyone 's done. Come back this afternoon."

"Billiards has a lunch break? You're kidding." one of the youths says.

"Brother Luo wants that...that!" another replies, making a face. "I'm the boss, and when I say lunch break ,

it means lunch break." He deliberately put on a fierce look: "This round is free, hurry

up and go!" The kids flicked their bars and all ran away. "My little sister, I'm dying of thirst! " He Ping, before even closing the shop door, became impatient, grabbing her and groping her wildly: "I've been waiting for you to quench my thirst!" "We haven't done the important business yet, so..." she deliberately dodged. "That's the important business!" He quickly ripped off her top, only then realizing the door wasn't closed: "You go inside first, I'll close the door." After the iron door closed, Luo Heping rushed into the bedroom, finding her already naked. Overjoyed , he quickly took off his own clothes and pounced on her. "You know what? Alan's back... um..." Gao Yun closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the feeling of his hands roaming over her breasts . " Alan? Who saw her?" he said, biting her nipple. She let out a soft cry, a burning sensation spreading from her nipple. "My older brother... almost ran into her... at the police station. He called to ask if Alan had come to see me... I said no. He thought, thought Yan Ruyu must have run into her... oh, brother, it hurts, it hurts... I called Ruyu, she said she hadn't seen Alan..." " Forget about Alan now, I only care about your little hole." Luo Heping shifted his focus. He reached his hands under her buttocks, grasped her buttocks, and lifted them upwards. His tongue, like a snake, darted inside. A torrent of nectar greeted him, flooding his mouth. "Good brother, it feels so good... go in again, go in again..." she whispered , her lips slightly parted. One hand reached into her vagina, her fingers joining the fun, playing with her labia. His mouth was already pressed tightly against her vulva, and he inserted two of her fingers, his tongue swirling and swirling excitedly inside , sometimes even sucking on her fingers. Stimulated , her vaginal fluids overflowed , flowing endlessly into his mouth, truly quenching his thirst. "I can't take it anymore, hurry, come in..." she murmured, and began to move. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to straighten his body, then grasped his penis and shoved it into her vagina, sliding in easily. The moment it entered, her whole body jolted with excitement, she hugged his head, and automatically swayed her hips, making his penis move inside her. Not content to be passive in his superior position, he sucked on her nipple, his lower body responding to her movements with powerful thrusts; their bodies pressed together, sweat mingling, they were completely intertwined. She exerted a lot in this position and felt tired, so she rolled over onto her stomach, exposing her anus to him; he didn't rush to penetrate, first bending down to suckle her full buttocks, revealing bruises, then he lifted her buttocks and aimed at her anus, inserting his tongue inside.

This touch sent a surge of intense pleasure through her, causing her to sway involuntarily and

moan softly.

He knew she was enjoying the new sensation, so he used his fingers to probe deeper, causing her to grip the pillow tightly with both hands—

a little painful, but mostly pleasurable. He then inserted his thumb into her vagina, pinching and squeezing with both fingers until she

begged for mercy.

"I'm coming, my dear sister." He raised his penis and reigned over her again, his hips thrusting forward, rubbing against her buttocks—a sensation that sent shivers down his spine .

She arched her back, thrusting her hips back, determined to reach her clitoris. After nearly a hundred rounds , he could no longer bear it, enduring the pain with a pained expression. "Finally, can you leave it to me?" she asked, seeking his permission. He dismounted and lay back opposite her. She rolled over and straddled him again, bracing herself against his legs with her hands, her legs bent, her body swaying slightly backward. He glanced forward, his penis moving inside her vagina, a sight that filled him with excitement. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, bouncing them in rhythm with his movements, his glans feeling as if it were penetrating deep into her womb , bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. " Sister , I'm going to come, I'm going to..." "Okay, throw it inside... throw it inside my hole." She cried out, "I'll count to three, okay ? Let's go together..." "Hurry, hurry, I can't take it anymore..." "One, two, three..." She screamed and sat down heavily, pressing tightly against his penis, letting his semen completely ejaculate into her anus. October 24th 9 Gao Sen was nearly driven mad. He had called everyone who knew Du Youlan, asking about her whereabouts . Almost everyone replied that they hadn't seen her for years. Could it be that Alan only visited her cousin, a policeman, when she returned home? He refused to believe it. But there was one person he hadn't asked: his fiancée, Yan Ruyu. His younger sister, Gao Jing, being a busybody, immediately informed Ruyu after receiving her brother's inquiry. "Alan's back in Pingtung, did you know?" Gao Jing asked mysteriously on the phone. "I...I didn't know," Ruyu stammered. "My brother is asking around about her, he's asked many people," she said, seemingly casually, after sending the message. "If you've met her, don't admit it, to avoid complications." Hanging up the phone, Ruyu felt lost. She pondered for a long time, then a clue suddenly popped . She hopped on her motorcycle and sped back to her hometown, Wutai. She guessed Gaosen would definitely chase her back to the mountain; yes, she was right. "I'd rather say it was me who gave her the inspiration, because I 'm a bit shameless yet not entirely shameless. While I don't hate that all lovers end up together, I don't want to be promiscuous . I want to test both parties! To avoid resentment after marriage." This time, Gaosen didn't give Ba Taro and the other villagers a detailed report on Ba'an's situation. Feeling time was running out, he asked everyone he met if they had seen the Malay humor from Lu Village. That day, he searched almost the entire village . Finally, he asked a few old women weaving under the banyan tree. " Malay humor?" one of them stopped her work, looked up at the face he had previously mentioned, and gazed towards Gao Sen's hometown, continuing, "Ah, someone saw her! The night of your engagement." " She 's talking nonsense! She was probably drunk," someone else retorted. Having ascertained which old woman it was, Gao Sen hurried back to his hometown. Arriving at the old woman's house, he found the door locked. A neighbor said, "She's probably working in the fields." So, he went down the hillside to find her fields. Halfway down the hill, Gao Sen called her name; after a while, there was an echo, faint and weak. Following the sound, he arrived at a simple farmhouse. The elder was squatting in front of a taro kiln, piling firewood; her clothes blended into the surrounding cornfields , making her difficult to spot. "Yingna, it's me, Ulu Gu." He grasped her withered hands. " Saba Wu (hard work), child, would you like some water?" she asked. " I have a question for you, I'll be right back down the mountain." "Please speak." " Have you ever seen Malay humor, Du Youlan?" His sweat began to drip, each drop landing on the ground with a resounding thud: "On the day of my engagement." "She came like a bird, then flew away," she replied. "You really saw her?" he asked again. "I wanted to buy her a drink, but she refused." "Who else saw her?" "Your wife." She smiled, revealing a lone front tooth: "They went to the other side ." After going around in circles, the person Alan had met was actually his own betrothed. Gao Sen was suddenly lost in deep thought. He started his return journey in a daze. Before he even reached Wutai, he bumped into Yan Ruyu The two stopped face-to-face, gazing at each other in silence for a long time. "Did you find her?" Ruyu finally spoke first. Gao Sen looked back at the path he had come from, then asked, "Did I lose anything? What am I looking for?" "Uru Valley, don't be like this," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "The whole of Wutai Township knows you're looking for Du Youlan." "Du Youlan? Isn't she in Taipei, her fate unknown? Has she returned? Is it her spirit?" He asked a series of questions, as if to himself, or perhaps to the mountains, but certainly not to his fiancée. "Whether she's returned or not isn't important. What's important is that she no longer belongs here." "Where should she belong? Who should decide? The village chief? The township head? Or Wutou Mountain?" Another series of questions followed, but still not directed at her.

Yan Ruyu's heart sank. She realized that her fiancé was a complete stranger, so much so that they could

n't even communicate—it was unimaginable. However, this sudden change meant that her fears had come true.

He had found the old woman who had met Alan with her that night and knew everything. This coldness

was directed at her for deliberately concealing the truth. "Oh God

, Du Youlan, why did you come back? What are your intentions? " "Let's go down the mountain!" She turned the car around, tears streaming down her face. 10 Du Youlan had been back in Pingtung for three days. She had been staying with a friend who owned a barbershop and rarely appeared in public. She was still hesitant about whether to return to Taipei immediately. Yesterday morning, when she went to the county police station to see her cousin, by sheer coincidence, she bumped into the man she had been longing for. In that instant, heaven knows a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, yet at the very limit , they seemed to amount to nothing—not a single one. She was completely at a loss for what to do next. Fortunately, he didn't recognize her wearing sunglasses. Just as they passed each other, she snapped out of her daze and decided not to look back, not . Thinking this, she got into a taxi. After all, she was a sentimental woman, especially with those long-suppressed feelings. Finally, she couldn't help but look back, only to find him still standing there, looking at her too. How ! Now he must have guessed it was her without a doubt, but would he search for her? Now that he's engaged , it should be a sign of severing all ties to the past. What would be the point of seeing her again? Besides, Ruyu's hasty urging of her to leave on the night of the engagement clearly indicated that she wasn't welcome. Go back! The man in Taipei might be holding her photo right now, filled with longing! No, if the man in Pingtung had already given up on her, what was Ruyu afraid of? Why rush her away? He must still miss her, deeply! What a contradiction! This feeling... Du Youlan lay in the barber's chair all morning, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to find a way out. "Miss," her friend swept up the cigarette butts she had thrown on the floor, "It's time to go back to Taipei." "Why?" she asked, just like Gao Sen, as if asking herself, as if asking the ceiling, but not as if asking her friend . "Those who wanted to see have seen, and those who shouldn't have seen, still shouldn't have seen." Her plump body swayed as she swept the floor, like she was dancing. "Do you know who shouldn't have seen?" she asked, tilting her head back to look at her reflection in the mirror. "The people searching everywhere for you, they shouldn't have seen." Du Youlan sat up abruptly, this time genuinely asking her, "Who's searching everywhere for me? Who is it?" "Is that even a question? Didn't you hear the phone ringing several times this morning?" Her friend walked behind her, combing her long hair. "It was all from Wutai, asking if I'd seen you. They said someone's been frantically looking for you!" "It's him?" "Your Prince Charming. " "Should I leave?" she stared at her reflection in the mirror. "I don't know." She continued braiding her hair. "Hey, girl from Wutai, do you know Yan Ruyu?" She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I know her, she's my classmate." "They got engaged the night before last, the day you came back." Her friend said expressionlessly, as if stating something trivial . She hesitated again for a while before saying, "I know." " You know everything?" Her friend bit the hair tie, focused on braiding her hair, as if unwilling to speak further . Alan closed her eyes, her thoughts beginning to swirl again. They were childhood sweethearts, first loves, and destined to be together, yes. But all of that is gone , farther away than Mount Wutou. To get it back would be possible without any burden; but now he's getting married, and his fiancée is a close friend, while she has a boyfriend. Wouldn't continuing this situation be too much to ask? Can a forced relationship last? From the moment she left her hometown, this ending was already destined. There's nothing more to say, so what's the point of staying? "I'm going back to Taipei," she said , opening her eyes and staring at her. "Go early ." She tied her braids with a hair tie. "He'll find this place soon." Alan packed her backpack, walked up to her, and hugged her tightly. After a long silence, she said, "I'm afraid I won't be coming back." "You're a beautiful girl. Men in Taipei will adore you," her friend whispered in her ear. " You could get married. I wish you happiness." They patted each other on the shoulder, and then Alan walked away without looking back, her braids swinging beautifully . She sighed, complaining about how bad business was today, with hardly any customers, when someone barged in. "Ulugo, is that you?" she exclaimed. On the train journey home, Du Youlan 's thoughts were in turmoil, mostly reminiscing about her time with Gao Sen, but a small part of her mind was occupied by Cheng Yuan. This seemingly insignificant and pitiful fellow—but he didn't see it that way! At this moment, Cheng Yuan, leading Lao Tang and Tongzai, was heading in the opposite direction from Alan, towards Taoyuan. Now, he considered that place a sacred ground. Although years later, the assassination of the local officials shocked the world, and garbage piled up in the streets , it wouldn't affect his perception of that sacred place; precisely because a saint had emerged from that sacred place; a fortune teller renowned internationally— no, renowned only to Cheng Yuan himself and a small group of deeply troubled believers—Songmu. Here , I want to use a new term from the younger generation: a saint, or a person who is still alive! I don't mean to insult the disabled here; what I disdain is this pine wood craftsman's exploitation of the blind.

Curiosity, coupled with people's reverence for ghosts and gods, leads to fabricated stories and swindles, sometimes causing serious harm!

Cheng

Yuan and his petty thieves' superstition in believing in this old blind man is a kind of retribution. This time, they came seeking instruction

not for his personal matters, but for the future of "the whole group."

Of course, before coming, he had already told these two car-thief masters and apprentices about Master Songmu's magical powers, making them

eager to see the master's true face.

"Has your problem been solved?" Songmu rolled his eyes at Cheng Yuan again, startling him into sitting

up straight and clearing his throat as he replied, "Reporting to Master, all four moves were used! The effect is still unknown, but

it should be appropriate!" The two

masters

and apprentices beside him wondered which four moves, and you must be wondering too! Recalling it, it was the four methods he instructed Cheng Yuan to use to deal with

the vengeful spirit of Alan III: feeding her talismanic water every night, worshipping her photograph, forbidding touching her left breast during sex, and forbidding her from eating beef

. "What kind of person is this?" Master Songmu asked, as if he knew about Cheng Yuan and the other master and apprentice beside him. " What kind of person is this? They smell strange." "They're my business partners!" Cheng Yuan quickly explained. "We came together to ask the master if our business partnership will be successful." Master Songmu turned to sit sideways, gesturing for the car thief and his apprentice to come closer. Then, he faced them with his twitching ears and stroked them with both hands, almost touching every bone in their heads, before gesturing for them to sit down again . "Master, have you reached a conclusion?" Cheng Yuan asked. " Master ," Donald Duck hurriedly protested, "Let me warn you, I'm not much younger than you, osteoporosis is inevitable, don't get me wrong." "I'm fond of wine and women, but not by much," Tongzai also confessed. " Enough nonsense," Pine Master's assistant stopped the three of them, saying, "Master has his own conclusion." Conclusion what bullshit? Didn't I know that scumbag Pine Master was thinking about how to deceive him? Or what code to instruct his disciple on what tricks? Many of his advances were based on his disciple's prior investigations. " Quiet!" Pine Master's word was law, and everyone fell silent. He closed his useless eyelids, sat cross-legged, and held a lotus flower in his hand, adopting a posture that blended Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. He had gone into seclusion, clearly indicating that this was an extremely significant case, making the three of them uneasy. Master Songmu was indeed formidable; when he opened his eyes again, his whites were slightly bloodshot, demonstrating the strength of his skill. " The Third Prince now rides a wooden horse, while the Wind-Fire Wheels return to the Western Paradise." Master Songmu finished speaking and slammed his gavel, startling the three of them . "Master, please explain?" Cheng Yuan pleaded. " This is the secret of heaven. Go!" Master Songmu closed his eyes again, indicating his firm intention to see them out. The three of them had barely gotten into Cheng Yuan's car when they started chattering away, and after a while, Cheng Yuan called out , "Quiet! Quiet!" The car fell silent, with only the hissing of the air conditioning breaking the silence. " Based on my years of understanding of the master, I think it's more accurate for me to explain." He held the steering wheel and gestured with the other: "The Third Prince is Nezha, right? His original mode of transportation was the Wind Fire Wheels, but now he rides a wooden horse; this wooden horse can be interpreted as a modern motorcycle. Therefore, it seems the master wants us to switch to motorcycles from now on , instead of cars, to avoid being too conspicuous and getting discovered by enemies, which would be dangerous." "You're something else." Old Tang patted his shoulder forcefully and asked, "And the next line?" "The Wind Fire Wheels naturally refer to wheels, your specialty!" "Impressive indeed." The little guy, Tongzai , clapped his hands and said, "He even knows what we do! If he were a cop , we'd be in big trouble! " "Enough nonsense, let me explain." Cheng Yuan adopted a wise demeanor: "What the master means is, you can now show off your skills. Those wheels you've acquired can be gambled westward; there won't be any problems." " Westward ? Where is that?" the silly boy asked again. " Idiot , it's the mainland." His master spat: "You're young and don't study, wanting to herd cattle, and on top of that, you even peep at dogs having sex." The little guy retorted , rolling his eyes at him. " By the way," Cheng Yuan said happily, "I wish us a prosperous opening." The divination had predicted a bright future, nothing to complain about. Before returning home, the three bought wine and food, intending to celebrate . After entering the house, Tongzai laid out a table full of food and wine, invited his master and elder brother to sit down, and they began to drink. "From today onwards, this vehicle of mine is off the market," Cheng Yuan announced. "Tonight, Tongzai, go out and get two motorcycles for transportation. I'll take care of the license plates." "A small matter, as you command," Tongzai replied . "How to sell the goods is a problem," Old Tang pondered for a moment. "I can't show my face. If someone informs our enemies, we'll be in big trouble." "I'll handle it," Cheng Yuan said, taking the initiative. "I've been in this business for so long, I have some connections ." "That's for the best. In these times, we have to take on some responsibility." After a round of toasts , Cheng Yuan whispered to Donald Duck, "Old Tang, besides car locks, are you good at other locks?" " Sigh , you're judging me by a sliver of a hat. I, Donald Duck, am famous in the underworld, not for stealing cars ! I used to be a master of breaking and entering. "

"You can pick the lock?" "

Lots

of locks? Not just locks!" Old Tang raised an eyebrow. "Even safes are no problem for me."

"

That's great." Cheng Yuan laughed. "I have a way, I guarantee it'll work."

"What way?"

"I'll tell you later, I promise..."

Just then, they heard the sound of a door opening. All three stopped what they were doing and listened intently.

After a while, the door opened, and there stood Youhun—no, Du Youlan—back.

"Alan?" he blurted out. "Back so soon? Why didn't you stay a few more days?"

"Nothing much, so I came back." She wearily tossed her backpack onto the sofa.

"Come on, come eat and have a few drinks to cheer yourself up," Cheng Yuan said with concern. "I've been worried about

you these past few days, afraid you'd been bullied back home. It's so far away, I can't help you much."

"Sister-in-law, look at him, he really treats you well," Old Tang praised.

She was puzzled. She had thought Cheng Yuan's change was temporary, but now it seemed genuine. So,

she stopped refusing and sat down at the table, and she really did want to have a few drinks. "This is my friend Old Tang, you've met him before. This is his apprentice, Tongzai," Cheng

Yuan introduced her warmly

. "They're staying with us temporarily, you don't mind, do you?" In the past, she would never have minded. Why even ask? She was truly flattered. "You have a drink with them first, I need to go to the bathroom to clear my throat." " It's my turn!" She abandoned his manhood, spread her thighs with both hands, and lifted her entire lower body almost overlapping her upper body , so that her wet vulva was completely facing upwards, with her labia parted in an "O" shape, making his eyes bulge. He hurriedly took off his underwear, half-kneeling on the bed, and tried two or three times, but it slipped out after going in, realizing the angle was wrong. So he changed to a horse stance, holding onto the headboard, and went down to her clitoris. She let out a moan, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Not only was her vulva wet, but almost every cell in her body was sweating, showing how arduous this move was; tired, she had to take a break, slightly adjusting her position, placing her legs on his shoulders, half-bearing, half-resting. He seemed exhausted too, his movements slowing, and beads of sweat dripped onto her. She received the message that it was time to serve him. " Husband ... take a rest, let me... be good to you," she said, changing positions. "I 'm going to ... make you feel great." " Princess , quick, it's all yours!" he exclaimed, immediately slapping himself across the face. Ugh, ugh, ugh, he'd been bewitched! What princess? She was Alan! "Why did you hit yourself? I... I feel bad for you," she said, gently rubbing his cheek. He was terrified by his own actions. Although she was rocking violently on top, her hands clutching her chest, muttering incoherently—a sight that made one's eyes water and chest throb—his penis was shrinking more and more, finally slipping out of her vagina . "What's wrong?" she asked, trying to push it back in, but it fell out again after a few tries. "Your little brother is disobedient, you deserve a spanking," she said, using her mouth again. It took her considerable effort to get it back in shape , so she quickly climbed back on top, but after only a few more swaying motions than before, she failed again. "Did you ejaculate? I didn't feel anything," she asked. "It didn't ejaculate , but it feels like crying," he replied helplessly. " Come on, come on, touch my breasts, and make them stand up." She grabbed his hand and moved it towards her upper body. "No..." he shouted , resisting fiercely: "You'll kill me, you know that?" Chapter Four: Heading Towards Taipei 1 That day, Luo Heping's billiards room was very lively, but the iron door was half-closed. The shop wasn't filled with billiards , but rather his girlfriend Gao Yun's siblings were all there, along with the most taciturn Gao Sen's fiancée , Yan Ruyu. This family meeting was convened by the eldest brother, Gao Sen, as if he had something important to announce. However, why it was held at Luo Heping's house, an outsider's home, was unclear to Luo. Everyone sat in a circle around the table tennis table, except for Gao Sen , who sat alone at the service line, essentially in the chairman's seat. Therefore, he naturally spoke first. "I've taken a month's leave..." he said, looking around at everyone. This was quite strange. Everyone looked at each other, but all they could see on their faces were question marks ; only Ru Yu had her head down, her expression unreadable. "The murder case involving Ba Taro's son remains unsolved. All we know that the owner of the murder weapon is named Tongzai, and he has a tattoo of a naked woman on his left arm..." He lit a cigarette and continued, "Also, his friends say he's part of a car theft ring. That's all." " That 's like finding a needle in a haystack," his younger brother said. "It's a police matter!" his sister Gao Yun said. "Big brother, you're meddling too much. How can you leave your sister-in-law alone in Pingtung?" "That's just a pretext!" his older sister Gao Jing said coldly. "He's looking for someone else ." Everyone's gaze shifted to Ruyu, but she remained silent, her head bowed . Gao Sen exhaled a puff of smoke, and through the smoke, he saw himself; sweating profusely, riding his motorcycle aimlessly around Pingtung like a headless fly, finally forced to circle back to the police station to find Alan's cousin, asking him for guidance . His cousin pondered for a long time before finally remembering the barbershop. Right, how could he have overlooked that place? He sped towards the barbershop, and as soon as he entered, he heard the proprietress exclaim in surprise...

The mere mention of her name chilled him to the bone. Where was his Alan? Had she already left? Sure enough, the landlady said she

had indeed stayed there for the past few days, but had just returned to Taipei with her backpack.

He rushed back to the train station, only to see a train just leaving the platform. Undeterred, he searched

the entire station, even the adjacent bus station, but the long-haired figure was nowhere to be found.

If Ruyu had told him the night Alan arrived in Pingtung; if Ruyu hadn't

blocked his path when they met on the mountain; and if she had blocked his path but hadn't said so much nonsense, he would have reunited with Alan long ago.

Gao Sen blamed Yan Ruyu in his heart; it was because he was too deeply involved to escape, while an outsider like her only

knew how to target him. They call me cheap, they call me a snob who prevents lovers from being together, they call me a swindler who wrote this terrible novel to scam

copyright fees—how is their behavior any better than that conman Songmu's?

I won't explain anything, because by now you've at least read the last chapter!

Gao Sen, like me, didn't want to explain either, but he had his own purpose. He said, "I invited you all here today

to tell you that I want to... annul the engagement."

"Are you crazy, brother?"

"Ruyu hasn't done anything wrong, what right do you have to unilaterally annul the engagement?"

"This needs to be resolved by both sets of parents and elders, you're acting recklessly."

"We can't cancel the engagement for Youlan."

The younger siblings all spoke up in opposition, bombarding Gao Sen like a barrage of gunfire. This was a bolt from the blue, especially for Yan Ruyu

, but she never raised her head, and no one could read her mind from her expression.

"May I, an outsider, say something?" The host, Luo Heping, finally spoke: "Ruyu's

body already belongs to you, that's common knowledge. To be honest, Gao Yun and I also had a relationship; she

belongs to me, we love each other, so I have a responsibility to her, and I will marry no one else. In that sense, you, Gao Sen, also have a responsibility to

Ruyu , and breaking off the engagement is irresponsible." "

Classmate

," Gao Sen sighed and replied, "I used to oppose your relationship with my sister, but after what happened

, I've come to understand true love; I know you two truly love each other, so I'm entrusting her to your care, and I wish

you both ." "

Do

n't change the subject. How are you going to explain this to Ruyu?" Gao Jing asked. "Now I can't deny it, I love Alan more than I love her," Gao Sen calmly analyzed. "If Alan and I don't have a future together, it wouldn't be fair to Ruyu if I rashly married her. Do you think she'd be happy after marriage

? " " It's all that wretched woman Alan's fault," Gao Jing said indignantly. "I didn't approve of your relationship before because I knew what kind of woman she was. She loves this one today and dates that one tomorrow; she's completely fickle . I didn't expect you to still believe her. I don't believe she doesn't have a man in Taipei." On this last point, she was right . Gao Jing had hated Alan even before she was married, but she couldn't openly express it. At that time, her current husband had just graduated from military academy. Every time he returned home in his military uniform, looking dashing , he would always be at the ice cream shop where Alan worked, serving her dishes and washing dishes. Gao Jing found this extremely distasteful and from then on, she considered this woman a thorn in her side. She vowed never to touch any man near Alan, regardless of blood relation . This was a vow she had secretly made, and she was almost successful when her own brother, a disappointment, insisted on jumping in at the last minute . How could she not be furious? "I know best what kind of woman she is," Gao Sen said with a smile. "I have to meet with her, get to the bottom of things, and resolve this, regardless of the outcome." " But there's no need to break off the engagement!" Gao Yun said. "Yes!" He Ping echoed, "Let's talk again when you get back!" "Let him go!" The speaker was none other than Ru Yu, startling everyone. She raised her head, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Gao Sen; she said in a hoarse voice, "I was wrong, wrong to fall in love with you; but I'm a fool, once I'm wrong, I'll go all the way, I won't turn back. Go ahead, I only ask that you remember what I said to you, what I said at the Ira Bridge." She left, her steps unsteady. 2 Gao Sen also set off. Before setting off, he made a special trip back to Wutai Village to say goodbye to Ba Taro, explaining why he was searching for the murderer. Ba Taro was extremely grateful and offered to give him travel expenses, but he refused. Furthermore, he didn't go to his future in-laws' house to say goodbye, mainly because he had nothing to say. Although he wanted to break off the engagement, he hadn't formally proposed it, as it involved too many people and might even make it difficult for his parents to maintain their place in the area—wouldn't that be too unfilial? Therefore, he accepted Luo Heping's advice: patience would solve everything, and everything could be discussed after returning south. Of course, he also contacted the older brother Li who had previously revealed Alan's location in Taipei, obtaining his brother 's address, intending to use his house as a center point to search for his two targets. Was finding Tongzai, who possessed the murder knife, truly like finding a needle in a haystack, as his brother Gao Bao had said? But that wasn't . He had connections with a newspaper, and before heading north, his supervisor had contacted the head office by phone to request support. The head office agreed to assign a reporter surnamed He, who covered social news, to assist him and provide necessary information. Those who cover social news are often familiar with both the legitimate and criminal worlds, so Gao Sen was no longer worried. Upon arriving in Taipei, he happily accepted the hospitality of his fellow townsman, Brother Li. Indigenous people value camaraderie, stemming from a shared sense of being fellow sufferers in a foreign land. And since they were all considered outsiders, facing countless discriminations and unfair treatments, they didn't follow the Han Chinese custom of "fellow sufferers meeting, tears welling in their eyes." Naturally cheerful, they channeled their tears into wine, blending their sorrow into songs, drinking and singing merrily, making their lives worthwhile. "I met Malay Humor at the hospital." During the meal, Brother Li told him about that chance encounter: "My child had a fever that day, so I rushed to the hospital early in the morning to go to the emergency room. I was about to leave after the appointment when I saw Malay Humor." "What was he doing at the hospital?" Gao Sen asked.

" She

took a man to the doctor; his head was wrapped in bandages, he seemed quite injured." He

remained

silent, lost in thought. "

Uru

Valley..." Brother Li paused for a moment and said, "My older brother told me you're engaged to Ru Wang. Ru Yu

is a very good woman; I watched her grow up. Why did you choose

Alan ?"

He didn't answer the question but instead asked, "Is that man her husband? Or her boyfriend?" "

I

don't know! Their relationship must be very close, otherwise why would she accompany him to the emergency room so early in the morning?"

This

analysis made perfect sense; why would they be together so early if they weren't close friends? However, he was still persistent: "But

she went back to Wutai alone." "

Maybe

he's still sick, his head injury hasn't healed yet." This Brother Li seemed to be deliberately contradicting him; how boring. He

excused himself to go

to the restroom to relax. "But one thing is certain," Brother Li added after he returned to his seat, "she's also in Banqiao; finding her shouldn't be too difficult." That made sense! A guest from afar shouldn't be made difficult at every turn. 3. Du Youlan was extremely attentive to her two guests, initially preparing breakfast for them, but they never touched it. She later learned they were nocturnal. What were they doing out in the middle of the night? Why were there suddenly two motorcycles in the house? And why was Cheng Yuan no longer driving , leaving his motorcycle covered in dust? A series of strange events had confused her. Cheng Yuan's kindness towards her was already odd, but lately she had gotten used to However, she didn't quite understand why he, who used to be energetic and frequently engaged in sexual activity after using amphetamines, was now showing signs of atrophy halfway through sex and showed no interest in continuing. Could it be related to the injury on his head? Now he expends all his energy carving, often working late into the night, then sleeping until noon before going out again . This man has clearly changed; she feels she can rely on him now. In fact, the three of them, working together, stole several more cars, following the instructions of the woodcutter perfectly, and everything went smoothly. However, Cheng Yuan witnessed something that made him somewhat worried about Tongzai, feeling that this scoundrel was two-faced and might be a menace. One night, on a whim, this "internal clerk" decided to go with them to see how the master and crimes. The master and apprentice rode one bike, and he rode another, crossing into the Xindian area, weaving through the alleys. Finally, they spotted a nearly new car on a newly opened road. Donald Duck gestured for Tongzai to unlock the door, which he did in a few quick movements. Then, noticing the gearshift lock, he grabbed to open it. He casually walked to the hood of the car, leaned against it, and started keeping watch. Strangely, he felt a warm sensation on his backside. He touched the hood; it was burning hot. " Old Tang," he said, walking over to Donald Duck, "Something's not right. The engine just stopped. Could the owner still be nearby? " "This is bad," Old Tang muttered to himself, "The kid's too careless." He immediately warned Tongzai to abandon the car. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a person emerged from the bushes and shouted , "What are you doing? Trying to steal my car?" "Get out of here!" Cheng Yuan yelled, accelerating away. He had only ridden a few meters when he realized they weren't following. Turning around, he saw Tongzai already fighting with the man. "Old Tang..." he called again. " Tongzai ..." Old Tang, straddling a bicycle, also called out. Tongzai ignored him, fighting fiercely, shouting and yelling. He hurriedly got off his bike and rushed forward to pull them apart, but before he reached the driver, the man had already fallen. Tongzai's arm was still raised high, and he grabbed him, only then seeing that Tongzai was tightly clutching a flat drill in his raised hand, while the man on the ground was clutching his stomach. "Get out of here!" he yelled, pulling Tongzai twice before finally managing to move him. Back at their lodgings, under the lamplight, he noticed a large patch of blood on Tongzai's right side, and he himself was also soaked. "Why did you use a knife?" he roared. "We could have just left, why hurt someone? Wouldn't that make things worse?" Tongzai 's eyes were bloodshot, still tightly gripping the flat knife. Old Tang, quick-witted, first soothed him, "Good boy, it's alright, put the knife down." Then he slowly disarmed him. "Brother Cheng," Tongzai stammered, finally regaining his composure, "I...I was afraid he'd come after us ... " "Three against one! Would he dare?" His anger hadn't subsided. " Tongzai is afraid that guy will drive his car and run us over," Old Tang said, trying to smooth things over. "He has four wheels, we have two, who's afraid of who? This is your first time, if something happens, it'll be hard to explain to your sister-in-law!" " What do we do now? We stabbed someone, we don't even know if they're dead or alive, the cops will definitely make a big fuss about arresting them, how can we handle this peacefully?" Apart from the time he fell while climbing a building to avoid the police, Cheng Yuan had never encountered anything so dangerous, so naturally he was very worried . "Don't shout, it's not good to wake your sister-in-law," Old Tang reassured him. "Jiaxian, you two take off your clothes first. Tongzai, take him to the bathroom and scrub him clean. Remember, there can't be a single trace of blood. Then go back to your rooms and sleep . Tomorrow morning, pretend nothing happened, and don't talk about it again, understand?" The evening paper the day after the incident published the case. The report stated that a man, on his way home at night, felt unwell and hurriedly got out of his car to relieve himself in a deserted area. After he discovered that three people were stealing his car. When he shouted to stop them, one of the young men not only showed no fear but also fought with him, intending to rob him instead of stealing. Finally, the thief pulled out a flat drill he had hidden on his person and stabbed the car owner in the abdomen.

The car owner , despite

the pain, drove himself to the hospital. Fortunately, the bleeding was not severe and he was

not seriously injured. According to the owner, he heard the three men calling each other by nicknames during the fight, but the situation was too dangerous to hear clearly, so he didn't leave any clues.

Police suspect this is the work of a car theft ring and is related to a recent series of car thefts; they are intensifying their pursuit

. After reading this report, Cheng

Yuan realized how deeply he had gotten himself involved in this mess. 4. Gao Sen received a call from a reporter surnamed He. "I've called several times but can't reach him. What's going on?" " I... I went out to visit a friend," he honestly replied. These past few days, he'd borrowed Brother Li's motorcycle and driven around aimlessly, hoping to stumble upon Alan like Brother Li had, but unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky. "Did you see that report?" he said. "It's about a car theft ring that injured someone during a theft." "Ah!" he exclaimed , both excited and somewhat ashamed. "No, please tell me quickly." "Three people stole a car in Xindian, but were caught red-handed by the owner, and a fight broke out. One of the young men pulled out a knife and injured the owner, but they weren't caught. Do you think this case sounds like the person you're looking for?" "Very much so, extremely much so." He became even more eager. "Please continue. " "When I interviewed the victim, I privately asked him if the nickname he used was 'Tongzai,' you know ? He said it sounded very similar." He smiled smugly. "You just said, where did the car theft take place?" he asked, remembering to ask. "A new shop. But based on experience, it's unlikely to be their hideout, otherwise it'd just be a bunch bumbling thieves." "I understand." "There's another piece of information," Reporter He continued, "Not long ago, there was a case where a car thief nicknamed 'Donald Duck' stole a Mercedes-Benz, intending to resell it overseas. Unexpectedly, the owner was a gang leader from the 'Super Band' gang. This boss was furious, thinking the car theft was a minor matter compared to the loss of face, so he mobilized his men to investigate. They finally found the culprit and forced 'Donald Duck' to handle the situation, even saying: 'Not returning the car is a matter of life and death, returning the car is a matter of an arm.' You know what? He was so scared he immediately returned the car and went . This incident is very famous in the underworld; almost everyone knows about it. " "Could it be related to this case? " "Very likely. Donald Duck hid for a while, probably ran out of money, and came out to commit crimes again. That Tongzai might be his disciple or grand-disciple." 5. How should we deal with those who are considered "petty people" in history, those who commit minor evils? I read an article that was truly brilliant. The author listed many famous petty people in history. Most of them started with minor evils, but because they were not irredeemably wicked, those who suffered losses often thought that enduring it would be better to let it go, thus further emboldening the petty people, ultimately leading to chaos in the court, persecution of loyal officials, and becoming the terminator of a dynasty. His message is: when dealing with villains, show no mercy; either kill them outright, or you'll see them redeem themselves. Don't expect them to ever change their ways. What kind of ending should Cheng Yuan, this typical scoundrel, receive? As we near the end, does this question pique your interest? Is he a truly wicked person? No! Although he engages in illegal activities, schemes against friends, bullies weak women, and doesn't work, at least he intervened when Tongzai committed murder, making him seem somewhat better than that young man. Therefore, if you are not satisfied with the ending, you can revise it yourself. Please send the completed manuscript to Cheng Yuan at the Tucheng Detention Center, Taipei County. Why send it to this scoundrel? I'm sorry, because he is the only judge. And why is he the only one ? I'm sorry again, because he's the sole sponsor of the prize money; if you don't mind his money being dirty, feel free to submit your work, and you don't need to include a return email. Then why send him to the detention center instead of his home in Banqiao? Good question. Because by then he'll already be arrested and in prison! Before that, he still has a mission to complete! Taking advantage of the fact that the three are afraid to continue committing crimes on the streets , he decides to complete this mission and then run away, leaving behind these devilish master and apprentice; and also leaving behind Alan, who is possessed by a devil. You see , everyone else is a devil, only he himself is a—human. "Remember the path I told you about last time?" Cheng Yuan said to Lao Tang. "We're in a bind now. Since we can't target the gang, let's try a different approach." "Of course, I hardly ever leave the house anymore. You know what? Every time I go out, I feel like I'm being followed— either by the cops or the boss's men." " You're overthinking it," Cheng Yuan laughed. "It's just a case of seeing a snake in the shadows!" " Master , what are you afraid of? I'm itching to show my skills!" said his disciple, Tongzai. " Itchy , my ass!" Old Tang cursed. "If it weren't for you, you little brat, I wouldn't be in this state." "Alright, alright," Cheng Yuan stopped the master and apprentice. "It's a matter of repaying kindness. Old Tang, you know I 'm a gambler, right?" "I know that." " Listen carefully. I used to go to a mahjong parlor. The owner's surname was Zhou. You'd never guess how big the stakes were—millions at a time! Owner Zhou had a safe in his bedroom, with all the cash inside , at least a million. After this heist, we can weather this storm. We can find somewhere to hide and figure something out after things calm down." "Yay!" Tongzai shouted. Old Tang fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he asked, "Are there really that many? "

"As expected of a seasoned veteran, he immediately grasped the crux of the problem. " "You think I'm playing games with you?" Cheng Yuan retorted angrily, "Fine, if we don't want to work here, we'll all go our separate ways and eat our own food." This

made it clear: if they didn't work together, it was over, and they would become strangers. "With so much cash at home, doesn't he have any underlings to guard it? And what about him? Doesn't he just sleep ?" Old Tang, a cautious man, persisted in asking questions. "Good question," Cheng Yuan countered smoothly, "He indeed doesn't have any underlings; he does it all by himself. On the day we make our move, I'll send him away. He runs brothels, and people support him; he also has to support others occasionally ! Once he's gone, you can make your move." You get it now ! Cheng Yuan is such a scoundrel. Not only did -of-a-kind, but he also made fun of him by telling him to keep the chips for himself and that he would give him a few more boxes if he didn't have enough . He actually came up with this idea to mess with him. How can one not admire him!

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