The Uneasy Train Car

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I woke up past ten the next morning. It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed such a comfortable nap. As I sat up against the headboard, I couldn't help but yawn.
Yujia was still asleep, her beautiful hair scattered on the white pillow, a sweet smile on her face. I wondered what happy things she was dreaming about. The flowers I'd watered last night had bloomed this morning. I chuckled to myself, a surge of pride welling up inside me. I
gently pinched Yujia's plump bottom, and she let out a soft "mmm" in her sleep, wiggled her bottom a few times, and then drifted back to sleep. I got out of bed, gently opened the French windows a crack, letting in some winter sunlight, and then plopped down on the chair in front of the bed.
I could faintly hear the sounds of people outside, and the aroma of tofu pudding wafted through the crack, mixed with the fresh scent of earth. I sighed contentedly, as if I were experiencing real life again. These past few years, I've been constantly on the go, busy and preoccupied, and I've rarely had the chance to sit peacefully by the window and bask in the sun like this. She's only twenty-six or twenty-seven, but she looks like she's sixty or seventy. Oh, my youth! A sigh of helplessness washed over me.
"Get up, honey! Get up, honey!" I glanced back at Yujia on the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parted, seemingly half-awake.
I glanced at the phone number; it was Xiaoxin calling. What's that brat up to? Even though she's out of town, she won't leave me alone.
I slowly picked up the receiver, forcing a voice, and said, "I'm not home right now. This is a recorded message. Please leave a message after the first beep."
Xiaoxin's voice trembled with tears, "Brother Cuo—" She choked back a few sobs and then burst into tears.
My heart skipped a beat. Had something happened? I quickly asked, "What's wrong, Xiaoxin? What happened? Don't cry, don't cry, tell me."
Xiaoxin choked up even more, "Wrong--Brother, I--"
I became even more anxious. Could it be that Pig-Head King bullied her? Damn it, how dare he bully Xiaoxin! I'll make him turn from a little pig head into a big pig head, from one pig head into two pig heads!
"Xiaoxin, don't be afraid, tell me slowly, what happened? Did Pig-Head King bully you? Damn it, Pig-Head King, you pig-head king, I'll go back and destroy you!" I was furious.
Xiaoxin suddenly burst out laughing on the other end of the phone, followed by another sob, "What does Pig-Head King have to do with this? Why do you keep cursing him?"
Hearing that Xiaoxin could still laugh, I felt relieved. This couldn't be too bad, could it? “Okay, okay, then I apologize to our dear, adorable Pig-Headed King, and in the name of Allah, I pray that he ascends to Heaven soon, Amen!”
Xiao Xin chuckled again, “You’re so mean! What grudge do you have against him that you would curse him like that?” I retorted, “I’m not cursing him, I’m just showing him love and wishing him a speedy ascension to Heaven. He’s so lucky! People like us wouldn’t even get into Heaven.”
Xiao Xin said, “Yes, yes, you rascal! God won’t let you go to Heaven. He’ll punish you by making you his slave, serving him like a dog, hee hee.”
“Ah, to die under a peony is to die a romantic death. As long as I can follow Miss Xiao Xin, I will serve you faithfully. But speaking of which, why are you defending the Pig-Headed King? Do you really have your eye on him? Hehe--”
"No, no," Xiaoxin quickly explained, afraid I'd misunderstand. "Didn't I tell you already? He's so annoying! Yesterday, while I was still sleeping, he called to invite me to dinner."
"You didn't go, did you?" I asked maliciously. Actually, I knew the answer. Xiaoxin, despite her usual carefree attitude, was actually quite opinionated.
"Is that even a question? Stick out your ears, stick out your tongue, and think about it with your toes!" The girl was throwing a tantrum. If I were standing in front of her, she'd probably grab me by the ear and give me a cold shoulder.
"Hehe, okay, okay, I know. Then why were you so sad just now? I thought you'd been bullied."
"Of course I have my reasons for being sad," Xiaoxin's tearful voice returned. "Brother Cuo, do you know, Parker, Parker died." Xiaoxin started crying again.
"Parker? Which Parker?" I was completely baffled. I didn't think I knew anyone with the surname Parker.
“Parker, Parker, that Parker. How many Parkers are there in the world? Think about it, you big idiot!” Xiaoxin was both angry and furious, filled with intense hatred for my performance.
I thought for a while but still couldn’t remember, and afraid of being scolded, I tentatively asked, “Is he a relative of yours?” Xiaoxin was clearly exasperated: “You’re the biggest idiot in the world. Parker, Parker, Parker from *Roman Holiday*.”
Oh, I understand, it’s Gregory Peck. Xiaoxin is obsessed with *Roman Holiday*. After I bought a stereo system, she came to my house and locked me outside, then watched *Roman Holiday* three times in a row. Finally, she came out crying, her eyes swollen, and said, “Brother, why does the most beautiful love in the world always have no best ending?”
Of course, I couldn’t answer such a profound question, so I could only coax her by saying that it’s because it’s the most cunning director in the world who uses it to deceive you little girls’ tears. Our Chinese love story, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, is much better than this.
Xiaoxin said, “But the love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai also has a tragic ending.” I gritted my teeth and started arguing again, beginning with the story of Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy Maiden from the tale of the Heavenly Match, eventually bringing up my parents and saying how loving they'd been for decades and how well they'd lived. Xiao Xin reluctantly nodded, not pressing for more details.
"Hey, Parker died, and you're so sad? What if I died? You don't even know what you'd think!" I sighed, teasing her.
"What nonsense! Parker's a fan of mine, how can you compare him to him?" Xiao Xin was a little agitated. I laughed loudly, "Wow, so Parker's a fan of yours, Miss Xiao Xin? I'm a fan of yours too!"
Xiao Xin realized her mistake and angrily retorted, "You jerk, you mean Chen Cuo, you're so mean! You're just bullying me!" Then she giggled, probably finding it funny herself.
"Hey, being obsessed with idols is a normal mentality for young girls, it's understandable." "Pah, pah, who's a young girl? I'm over twenty this year." Hehe, this young girl is really cunning, she just won't reveal her age.
"Oh, not a young girl anymore, then she's an old maid, haha--" "Chen Cuo, I'll beat you to death--" Women's sensitivity to age always exceeds my imagination.
After joking around for a while, I said seriously, "But, to be honest, Xiaoxin, you should get a boyfriend." "Didn't I already have one?" "Ah, how come I didn't know?" I was really surprised: "Who is it, who is it, tell me quickly."
Xiaoxin snorted and said, "I'm afraid it will scare you to death if I tell you." "Wow, that's amazing, is it Hua Ze Lei or Dao Ming Si?" I teased.
"This person is a hundred times more powerful than Hua Ze Lei and Dao Ming Si. He's eight feet tall, three zhang wide at the waist, his face is ashen, his eyes are like copper bells, and he wields a pair of Ruyi copper hammers."
I chuckled, "Wow, a storyteller? Who is it? They've all become monsters!" Xiao Xin giggled, "You said it yourself, don't blame me. Listen carefully, this person's surname is Chen, and his given name is Cuozi."
"Ah? Me." I laughed, "Being your boyfriend isn't the problem, the key question is how he can become a monster?" Xiao Xin giggled and said, "You said it yourself, don't blame me."
After laughing for a while, Xiaoxin said, "Brother Cuo, I went to see Professor Mei yesterday." "Oh, how is Professor Mei?" Professor Mei was my and Tan Huo's mentor in college. He valued us highly and often invited us to his home for meals. Xiaoxin, this little girl, often went with us. She was small and sweet-talking, and very popular with the professor and his wife, even more so than us.
"Professor Mei hasn't been feeling well lately. I heard he was upset by someone," Xiaoxin said mysteriously.
"Upset? Who dares to upset him?" I chuckled. Professor Mei is a role model in our department, with high prestige at the university. I heard he was ranked first among the latest candidates recommended by the university for academician. What's even more commendable is that he has been busy on the front lines of scientific research and teaching all these years, tirelessly mentoring undergraduates like Tan Huo and me.
Xiaoxin said, "I heard it from Senior Sister Mei." "Senior Sister Mei? Mei Lin?" I was a little surprised. A familiar woman's face appeared before my eyes. "Didn't she go to England to find her husband?"
"Yes, but she just came back recently. She got her PhD in England and came back to teach at our school. I also heard she's getting a divorce." Xiaoxin rattled off all the news she'd heard.
Meilin was Professor Mei's only daughter. After completing her postgraduate studies, she stayed on at the university and taught us a trivial course during our senior year. Because I often visited Professor Mei's house, I was quite familiar with her. Her husband went to England to study, and I heard she went there too a year after we graduated, but I'd already sensed their impending divorce. (Meilin's story will be detailed in the second part, "Sentimental Years.")
"Let me tell you how the professor is doing now," I said to Xiaoxin. Meilin is back; I'll visit her again when I have time.
"Professor Mei is currently applying for academician status. Her level of expertise is beyond question; you know she's nationally renowned. However, it seems someone is sabotaging things, and the application process isn't going smoothly. Professor Mei fell ill in anger." I sighed silently. Professor Mei is almost sixty years old, yet she can't escape the allure of fame and fortune. Perhaps an academician title is the only affirmation of her life's achievements.
"Okay, I'll go see Professor Mei when I get back." I prepared to hang up, as Yujia was already sitting beside me, her small hands caressing my body.
"Oh, by the way, Professor Mei's birthday is the week after next. You must come back then."
"Okay, I definitely will." Watching my burning member slowly disappear into Yujia's bright red lips under the warm sunlight, I gently closed the phone.
This day began with our passionate encounter. Yujia completely let go, wholeheartedly embracing me. Being a good lover was my only requirement of her during these seven days.
Yujia perfectly embodied her role, clinging to my arm the whole way, chattering incessantly. Even on the tram, she laughed unrestrainedly, her ample bosom proclaiming her youth and vivacity, seemingly wanting everyone to share in her joy.
All the men in the tram stared at her, but she only tightened her grip on my arm, her full breasts pressing against me, her head gently resting on my shoulder.
I'm not usually a flamboyant person, but seeing the envious glances from all the men on the tram, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. Having a beautiful woman is indeed something a man can be proud of.
But the occasional flash of sadness in Yujia's eyes subtly revealed the bitterness in her heart. She and I were just playing a game. Even the protagonists of a game can't break the rules.
Isn't life just a game too? Yujia, why take it so seriously! Stroking her hair, I sighed silently.
Yujia seemed determined to share her joy with everyone. As she entered the ski resort, she shouted and ran, skiing along. In the vast expanse of white snow, her youthful figure was like a vibrant, dancing musical note, each light step creating a beautiful melody.
Inspired by her, I too cast aside my burdens and ran after Yujia.
"Ah--, ah--!" I yelled, as if all the pent-up frustration in my heart was about to be released.
Yujia looked at me, giggling, and said, "Chen Cuo, you can be crazy too." I lay back on the snow, panting heavily, and looked at her, saying, "I have even crazier ideas, want to try?" Yujia, sensing something amiss, lightly spat, her face turning red to her ears.
This was a small poplar grove. The towering poplars had long lost their spring and summer splendor; their mottled trunks stretched out withered branches, thick layers of snow piled high between the bulging veins, creating a monotonous white landscape. Even through my thick down jacket, I could feel the snow's chill. While it snows in the south during winter, it comes and goes quickly, unlike in the north where it snows for ten days or half a month, sculpting a world of silver, jade, and ice sculptures.
I kicked a tree trunk hard, and the snow fell in a flurry, landing on Yujia and me. Yujia looked up, gazing reverently at the swirling snow, reaching out her hands to catch the falling, crystalline snowflakes, but only a few cool droplets landed in her hands.
I stuck out my tongue and licked a snowflake that had landed on my lips; the slight coolness gave me a fleeting thrill. I grabbed Yujia's foot and said with a smile, "Come here." Yujia giggled, kicked off her boots, broke free from my grasp, shook the tree trunk a few times, and then quickly ran away, hiding in the distance to watch the snowflakes fall on me, her expression just like a mischievous child. This familiar scene stirred my heartstrings. Does every girl use the same methods and make the same expressions when she's being coquettish?
Yujia eventually returned to my side, squatted down, and rubbed a snowball she had just kneaded against my lips. I sucked on the cool snow and blew warm air onto her frostbitten little hands.
Yujia's face grew even rosier, and I gently sucked on her fingers. The warmth of my lips made her body flush, and her other little hand, which was resting on me, began to trace circles on my body with her index finger, seemingly unintentionally.
She was probably too immersed in the role, completely unable to resist my teasing. Perhaps this is how people in love feel, I thought to myself with a smile.
More and more people passed by us, each straining on their ski poles, their long skis leaving trails in the snow.
For me, growing up in the south, skiing was a first. The novelty made me jump up, grabbing Yujia and saying, "How about it? Let's try it too!" It turned out that bringing Yujia skiing was the wisest decision I could have made. She skied incredibly well, almost pulling me along. Yujia told me she was on her school's ski team when she was little, which explained her excitement earlier.
I, on the other hand, was a complete novice at skiing. Despite Yujia's patient guidance and occasional help, I still couldn't get the hang of it, often ending up with my legs spread wide, doing the splits on the snow.
Over the next few days, Yujia took me to all the major and minor attractions in City C. We walked along the mountains and lakes, and wandered through the streets and alleys. Yujia introduced me to local customs, traditions, and specialties, while I bought her some fancy little things and treated her to her favorite snacks. Like all lovers, we were inseparable, clinging to each other day and night.
Yujia had completely transformed into a fashionable young woman, showcasing her graceful figure in everything from casual jeans to cropped jackets. Whenever she was with me, she would giggle and joke incessantly, as if unleashing the full force of her twenty-plus years of youthful energy in front of me within just seven days.
I once whispered in her ear on the bus, "I want you right now." She gave me a seductive look and pressed her breasts against my chest.
Of course, I can't forget Hao Lu. She's been calling me every morning and evening these past few days; it's become a habit. She promptly tells me where the goods are and thoughtfully asks what I did that day. She even treated me to coffee once, and we chatted about simple things. Since that night, her expression has been a little strange. I can stare at her boldly, but she always avoids my gaze, becoming as easily embarrassed as Yu Jia. I know in my heart that it's not time to pluck the unripe fruit yet; it's best not to do anything premature.
Yu Jia, having become more familiar, has also become more talkative, telling me her story. Like countless families suffering hardship, her father abandoned her and her mother, going into the arms of another woman. Her laid-off mother died of lung cancer, and after failing her college entrance exams, she was left to rely on her grandmother in the city. Her biggest wish now is to save enough money to cure her grandmother's blindness caused by cataracts, so she can see this bustling city again and see her granddaughter nestled in her arms, spoiling her.
When Yujia spoke these words, I couldn't discern any change in her expression; it was all calm and indifferent, as if she were talking about someone else's story. Only in her tightly clenched hands could I vaguely glimpse the sorrow and longing deep within her heart.
I'm an outsider; stories like Yujia's happen every day, and this isn't the first time I've heard them. Having heard them so many times, I'm no longer surprised. I rarely indulge in acts of compassion, because my sorrow and pity are futile; they only ruin my own mood.
Everyone's fate in this world is different, but everyone has their own trajectory. I don't know what Yujia's life trajectory will be like, nor do I know my own. I only know that she and I may only have this one point of intersection; if we miss this chance, we'll only drift further apart.
I remember what Aqi said when she left: "Chen Cuo, I'm so grateful to you. You've prevented us from becoming parallel lines. Although there's only one point of intersection, for me, that's enough." Now, I rarely think about finding someone whose life trajectory will ultimately overlap with mine. With billions of people on Earth, how difficult it is for two people to meet! What more can we ask for?
I told Yujia I wanted to visit her grandmother. Yujia's mouth dropped open, and she looked at me with surprise, seemingly never expecting me to make such a request. I gently stroked her hair and said, "What, you don't want to?" "Oh, no, it's not that—" she lightly wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, "I just didn't expect it." I patted her plump bottom. Not to mention her, even I myself hadn't expected to make such a decision.
Yujia looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Chen Cuo, if Grandma asks about you, can I say you're my boyfriend?" I buttoned up my coat, tied a long scarf around her neck, gently patted her cheek, and gave her my most cheerful smile: "What, you still want to say no?" Yujia led me slowly through the dark alley. Whether it was from the cold or fear, Yujia held my hand tightly, never letting go for a moment. I gave her shapely buttocks, tightly encased in her jeans, a couple of pats, and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!" I don't know how long we walked, but the light ahead grew brighter, and I gradually heard voices. It was a small alley, lined with low, blue-brick houses, very few two stories high. Each house had a long chimney, from which wisps of smoke rose slowly.
A woman called out, "Oh, Xiaojia's back." Yujia quickly smiled and greeted her, "Aunt Li, still busy?" Seeing the woman's gaze fall on me, Yujia quickly introduced, "Aunt Li, this is my boyfriend." As she said this, Yujia secretly glanced at me, as if observing my reaction.
I smiled shyly, "Aunt Li, hello." Aunt Li looked me over carefully for a moment, then chuckled, "What a handsome young man! Xiaojia has excellent taste." Yujia blushed slightly, smiled, but didn't say anything.
Aunt Li saw what I was carrying and said, "You've come to see Grandma, haven't you? Hurry up, she should be eating." Yujia pulled me a few steps forward, and we arrived at a dark, low house. She gently pushed open the door and called out, "Grandma, I'm back!" There was no light inside, and I could only see things clearly by the light coming in from the window. It was a small, ten-square-meter room. Directly opposite the door was an old-fashioned altar with a small incense burner on it. Behind it was a 20-centimeter-tall statue of Guanyin sitting on a lotus flower. Next to the altar was a low bed with clothes piled haphazardly on it, and two large wooden chests protruding from under the bed.
Yujia turned on the light, and I saw an elderly woman in her sixties, wearing a thick, coarse cotton-padded coat, sitting at a low table. Her thin, bony hands held a pair of chopsticks, and in front of her was a porcelain bowl filled with porridge, while another porcelain bowl contained a small half-bowl of dark, pickled vegetables.
Hearing Yujia's voice, the old woman turned around and said happily, "Is that Xiaojia back?" Yujia quickly pressed down on the old woman's body, which was about to sit up, and whispered in her ear, "It's me, Grandma." Seeing the things on the table, Yujia's eyes reddened, and she gripped my hand tightly, as if she wanted to crush my bones.
"Grandma, we won't eat these. We bought you bananas and some tonics. Here, try some." Yujia squatted down in front of her grandmother, peeled a banana, and gently brought it to her lips.
The old woman seemed to sense something, groped around in front of Yujia for a while, and said, "Yujia, is someone else coming?" Yujia glanced at me and said loudly, "Yes, Grandma, I brought my boyfriend to see you." "Boyfriend? Our Yujia has a boyfriend?" The old woman said in surprise, "Come here quickly, let me see." I quickly went to her, and Yujia pointed to her ear. I imitated her and said in Grandma's ear, "Grandma, hello!" "Good, good, young man, please sit down." Grandma took my hand and made me sit down in front of her, her deep-set eyes glistening with tears. Her bony hands started from my head, touching my ears, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and chin.
"Young man, what's your name?" Yujia said loudly, "Grandma, her name is Chen Cuo." "Shen Kuo? The young man has a good appearance, a perfect match for our Yujia." The old woman was old and hard of hearing, so she heard my name as Shen Kuo. Yujia didn't correct her, only glanced at me, her expression somber. She probably realized I would only be here once, and it didn't matter what her name was; there was no need for explanation. I was also silent for a moment. This was originally just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I hadn't expected it to become so heavy.
The old woman, of course, didn't think of any of this. Holding my hand, she continued, "Our Xiaojia is a good child. You must take good care of her
." Yujia glanced at me again, her eyes red-rimmed. Grandma sighed, "It's a pity I can't see anymore. If I could live to see your wedding, and hold my great-grandchild, how wonderful that would be." Her eyes blinked slightly, as if trying to open them wide.
Yujia nestled in Grandma's arms, crying, "No, Grandma, no, I can definitely cure your eyes." I patted Yujia's shoulder and sighed softly.
Before leaving, I placed all the money I had on me under Grandma's pillow, without even telling Yujia. I'm not a saint; I won't waste my money and emotions on things I can't see. But what should I do about what I've witnessed firsthand?
Standing at the window on the thirteenth floor, gazing at the dazzling lights outside, Yujia nestled against my chest and softly asked, "Chen Cuo, do you think Grandma's eyes can be cured?" I gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, patted her head, and smiled, "Don't worry, it will definitely be cured." Yujia buried her head in my chest and sobbed softly. The
flashing neon lights outside the window reddened my eyes; noise and prosperity are always the main themes of this city. People lost in the bright lights, people drowning in a life of pleasure and debauchery, have you heard the cries of others?
I felt a little irritated, a sudden, indescribable sadness welling up inside me, a sudden urge to cry out loud. Life is so close to me, yet I've never paid attention.
Stroking Yujia's hair, my throat tightened, and my eyes welled up with tears.
Good days always fly by. As Yujia displayed her youthful charm to me, time passed day by day, and I knew that our time was running out.
I received a call from Hao Lu on Friday morning. She sounded particularly excited on the phone: "Chen Cuo, I have good news for you, the goods have arrived." "Oh, really?" My reaction was indifferent. Although I had been looking forward to this day for a long time, I felt a little disappointed when the fact was presented to me. Even though it was just for show, I had unconsciously gotten into character.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy? You can start working soon, and then you can go home to see your girlfriend." Hao Lu noticed the flatness in my tone and teased me on the phone.
"I don't have a girlfriend!" I shouted. I got excited when flirting with a beautiful woman. Chen Cuo, what a bastard, I cursed inwardly with a laugh.
"Hehe, don't lie to me. Such a good young man wouldn't have a girlfriend?" Hao Lu was in an exceptionally good mood. The goods had arrived ahead of schedule, and with my promise, it would be strange if she wasn't happy.
"Hehe, don't try to trick me. If you're interested in me, just say so." I retorted, smiling wickedly.
"Ugh, you're so vain! Who's interested in you, you naughty guy?" Hao Lu's words seemed to carry a hint of ambiguous flirtation, and my heart warmed. I could almost picture her pouting, shaking her hips, and acting coquettishly. Even
ripe fruit can turn green again? I chuckled, "Okay, then it's me who's interested in you, alright? Miss Hao, I've been thinking about you day and night." Hao Lu giggled, seemingly unmoved by my advances. As for whether she was truly moved, I couldn't guess; perhaps only she knew.
After laughing for a while, Hao Lu said, "Do you have time today? Shall we go check on the installation progress this afternoon?" "Installation?" I exclaimed in surprise, "It's already started? You're really fast!" "Hehe, I already found four construction teams. They'll start working simultaneously as soon as the goods arrive, working through the night. If all goes well, you can start testing tomorrow." I clicked my tongue in amazement. Hao Lu really had some skills; it seemed my vacation was coming to an end. I sighed helplessly, "Alright, then I'll follow Miss Hao's arrangements." "Hehe, don't be so helpless. How about this, I'll pick you up at two o'clock this afternoon." After hanging up the phone, I saw Yu Jia staring at me with wide eyes. Flirting with another woman in front of her was indeed a bit too much. I patted her head, and she buried her head in my chest, gently punching my chest twice, then pressed her ear to my chest, quietly listening to my heartbeat.
Yu Jia had become less talkative these past few days, especially silent when she was with me. Only in bed did she become terrifyingly wild. I kneaded her full breasts and high, firm nipples with abandon, and she shouted loudly, calling my name, reaching the peak of pleasure with wave after wave of my continuous thrusts. But after each passionate moment, she would hide in my arms, trembling, even her eyes becoming hazy.
I naturally knew why. I'm not a particularly disliked person; I can like others, and of course, some people can like me too. Yujia's strong reaction caught me off guard. In my opinion, people in her line of work don't easily develop genuine feelings. What happened between Yujia and me could only ever be a short interlude in the main story. An interlude can never replace the main story.
I felt a little sad. I didn't know how Yujia felt about my role-playing these past few days, but I knew that compared to her efforts, I was like a complete outsider. Maybe I didn't need to care about her feelings at all. This was just a monetary transaction, not even an emotional game. I comforted myself like this, secretly turning my head away, not daring to look into Yujia's eyes.
Yujia had naturally heard my conversation with Hao Lu. After resting against my chest for a while, she finally raised her head and softly asked, "Chen Cuo, are you leaving?" I lit a cigarette, took a puff, and closed my eyes again, not answering her question. Yujia nestled back against my chest, gently rubbing her face against my chest muscles, as docile as a kitten.
I took a deep drag and said in a low voice, "Alright, Yujia, let's end it here." Yujia froze, as if struck by lightning. Her soft cheeks pressed tightly against my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, so tightly it seemed to suffocate me.
I didn't hear her speak for a long time. Just as I was about to lift her face, I felt a warmth on my chest. I lowered my head to her face and saw two glistening tears slowly streaming down her cheeks beneath her long eyelashes, dripping onto my chest.
I took a drag of my cigarette, feeling somewhat lost, unsure how to comfort her. She hadn't done anything wrong, and neither had I. Perhaps the whole thing shouldn't be judged by right or wrong.
Suddenly, Yujia kissed my chest passionately, her warm lips raining down on my muscles. The soft sensation ignited a raging fire within me. I reached for her breasts and squeezed her trembling nipples hard.
Yujia let out a soft "Ah," but didn't stop. Her lips moved from her chest down to her navel, to her lower abdomen, until they completely enveloped my burning member in her mouth. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, my scalding member moving rapidly in and out of her mouth. Her hands gripped my buttocks tightly, as if she wanted each thrust to penetrate her throat.
My sensations grew stronger; my member was no longer satisfied with the stimulation from her small mouth. I rolled over and lay on my back on the bed, spreading Yujia's buttocks apart. Yujia's fiery eyes burned with wild passion. Her small mouth was slightly open as she knelt in front of me, using her hands to pry open her fiery red, moist vulva, slowly pressing it against my swollen member.
"Ah!" Yujia cried out dramatically, my member spreading open the shallow part of her passage. One of her small hands gripped the exposed member tightly, while the other hand gently rubbed against her own garden. The warm, moist sensation of her passage made me let out a comfortable "Oh," but at the same time, it further stimulated the ferocity of my member.
Yu Jia's yearning expression and wanton demeanor seemed to be the best aphrodisiac. I suddenly lifted my hips, and Yu Jia let out a soft moan, biting her lips, her buttocks landing completely on my thighs. What she saw was my large, fully inserted member.
Yu Jia lay on top of me, panting, her small tongue licking my neck incessantly, the fullness from her lower body flushing her face. I held her buttocks and gently twisted, and Yu Jia straightened up, allowing my member to penetrate her vaginal walls more forcefully.
I grasped her slightly trembling breasts with both hands, and Yu Jia twisted back and forth, the movements small, yet enough to ensure that my member made full contact with every part of her passage.
I increased the pressure with my hands, and Yu Jia seemed to be stimulated as well, no longer just twisting back and forth, but her body began to move up and down. The sensation emanating from my penis intensified, and Yujia cried out "Oh!" Her movements became even more violent, her thighs slowly rising and then rapidly descending, each thrust pushing my penis deep into the passage.
My lust grew, and seizing the moment as her thighs dipped, I thrust my hips forward to meet hers. Yujia thrust out her proud breasts, letting out a loud "Ah!" her body trembling slightly.
Before she could catch her breath, I thrust my hips forward again, and Yujia rose and fell frantically, responding to my movements. With each rise and fall, I felt my penis seemingly tearing through the walls.
Suddenly, Yujia made a maximum descent, responding to my maximum thrust. The depths of the passage became incredibly hot and moist, my large penis feeling as if it were enveloped by the warm winter sun. The pleasurable sensation caused my penis to swell to its limit, trembling.
Yu Jia cried out repeatedly, "Ah--ah--", her thighs pressed tightly against mine, her head arched upwards, her breasts high and firm, her bright red nipples hard with excitement, her body stiffening.
"Chen Cuo, Chen Cuo, give it to me," Yu Jia cried out, a hot, warm current surging from the depths of her passage, engulfing my penis in its warm embrace.
I could no longer hold back; my penis trembled violently, and I thrust forward. "Here you go, it's all yours," I roared, my life essence spraying freely into the deepest part of her body.
Our lower bodies were still tightly connected, but Yujia nestled against my chest, sobbing softly. Her frail shoulders seemed to bear an unbearable weight. I stroked her smooth back, and her cries grew louder. Her hair cascaded down my waist, and tears soaked my chest. We fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other.
When Hao Lu arrived at the hotel, I had already been sitting in the lobby for half an hour. Yujia's calmness after waking up was unexpected. I smoked one cigarette after another, watching her silently pack her things. All the little things I had bought for her, including the bra with my mark on it, were carefully wrapped and packed away.
Her back view was so graceful, but I would never have the chance to admire it again.
Perhaps she had forgotten her true identity; when I handed her three thousand yuan, she looked somewhat bewildered. I gently hugged her, slipped the money into her pocket, and buried her head in my chest, seemingly savoring that last bit of tenderness.
I gently lifted her face and said softly, "Grandma's eyes will get better." She nodded firmly, her eyes brimming with tears.
I kissed her earlobe and murmured in her ear, "It will be alright, everything will be alright." She finally couldn't hold back and sobbed softly on my shoulder.
As I saw her out, she suddenly turned around: "Chen Cuo, can you tell me something?" Her eyes were clear as water, but I couldn't read a word in them.
I nodded: "Of course." She stared into my eyes, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something. After hesitating for a long time, she sighed and asked softly, "Are you leaving here soon?" Her expression clearly told me that this wasn't the question she wanted to ask. I didn't know why she changed her mind. Perhaps I didn't understand this girl I had spent seven days with, or perhaps I had never even considered trying to understand her.
I shook my head: "No, I'll probably stay a few more days; I need to start work." She nodded, didn't ask any more questions, softly said "thank you," then opened the door and left without looking back.
I find it hard to describe how I felt at that moment. Even though I'd been sitting in the lobby for half an hour, I still couldn't quite articulate my feelings.
"Hey, what are you thinking about, so engrossed?" Hao Lu's voice rang in my ears. I turned my head and saw her pretty dimples.
I smiled, staring into her eyes, "Of course I was thinking about you." Hao Lu blushed slightly, glancing at me with her watery eyes, and lightly scoffed, "You're so good at making things up." I smiled slightly, offering no explanation, a vague image of Yu Jia appearing in my mind.
"So? Shall we go now?" I stood up and let out a long sigh.
"Yes, please, Engineer Chen, take my time and let's go." Hao Lu chuckled softly, her orchid-like fragrance gently brushing against my face, a ticklish sensation.
I followed Hao Lu, about to move, when a glance caught my eye, and I froze. Yu Jia was standing far away in a dark corner, quietly gazing at me. Her delicate figure stood in the shadows of the corner, like a fragrant orchid emerging from a valley. Though she didn't fill the garden with her full bloom, I could smell her delicate scent from the depths of my heart.
"Yujia!" I closed my eyes and whispered in my heart.
Hao Lu called to me from outside the door. I sighed softly and hurried to the door. Just before leaving, I couldn't help but turn back, only to find the corner empty; Yujia was nowhere to be seen
. A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I seemed to freeze, shaking my head helplessly and offering a bitter smile.
"What are you looking at? Don't want to leave?" Hao Lu turned around and teased.
I let out a long breath, smiled at her, but remained silent. Hao Lu lightly patted the roof of an Audi A6 in front of her a few times, then elegantly opened the car door and smiled, "Engineer Chen, please get in."
I looked at her face and said, "Do you all drive Audis when you go on projects?" Hao Lu smiled and said, "Of course not. But how could we dare to neglect a distinguished guest like Engineer Chen? This is an arrangement by the branch company leadership; you can't expect me to go back and get a Jeep, can you?"
I chuckled a few times. They needed my help, so of course they had to treat me well. Relationships are inherently based on mutual benefit. I was in a bad mood, so I didn't stand on ceremony with her, got into the back seat, and waited for Hao Lu to come in.
To my surprise, Hao Lu sat in the driver's seat, then turned around and gave me a sweet smile: "Mr. Chen, would you mind if I were your driver?"
I was a little surprised: "You drive?" Hao Lu smiled charmingly: "What, do you doubt my driving skills?" I chuckled: "Not at all, not at all. It's my honor to have a beautiful woman driving for me."
Hao Lu seemed a little proud, giggling, and glanced at me a few times with her watery eyes. I leaned back in the sofa seat, feeling that sitting alone in the back was too spacious, so I patted her shoulder and said, "Miss, can I change seats?"
Hao Lu gave me a strange look and said, "There are only a few seats, which one do you want?" Seeing my gaze fixed on her, she exclaimed, "You don't want to sit in my seat, do you?"
I shook my head and laughed, "How could I dare to take Miss's place?" I opened the front door and sat in the passenger seat next to her: "I meant here, next to Miss." Hao Lu probably understood my eccentricity, giggling without saying a word.
I remained silent the whole way, a faint sense of loss like a sealed glass container. I could see my heart pounding inside, but I didn't know how to break free from this maddening confinement.
My eyes were fixed on the road ahead through the car window, Yu Jia's image constantly flashing before my eyes. That last glance from her seemed to tear my chest apart in an instant; at that moment, a pain I hadn't felt in a long time surged into my heart again.
I'm certain I haven't fallen in love with this girl. Ever since Aqi left, I've believed I'd never love another girl. Aqi left me with so much; her love and hate are etched into my bones, flowing in my blood, becoming a part of my life.
I only knew Yujia for seven days. I never intentionally tried to understand her. Everything between us started with money and ended with money—a naked transaction, devoid of any love. I can't be sure of Yujia's feelings for me; perhaps there's a little bit of affection, but I believe it's mostly gratitude.
As for Yujia, besides some pitiful pity, all I feel is lustful longing. What can I do for her? Save her? I'm not that noble, and besides, I have no idea how to save her.
Perhaps the best way is to end this game. Yujia is a good girl; she shouldn't have gone down this path, but that doesn't change the game's ending. I feel sympathy for her, but it's far from love. She should be like all the girls I've had before, arriving in the night and leaving at dawn, leaving only passion, not love or hate.
My mind was a bit of a mess. If Tan Huo were here, he would definitely help me analyze it properly; he didn't earn his nickname "love expert" for nothing.
Hao Lu's voice rang in my ears: "What's wrong, something on your mind?" I turned to her; her profile was alluring. Long eyelashes, a delicate nose, bright red lips, her breasts rising and falling in her sweater, and her gray-black business suit further accentuated her shapely figure.
I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes, and sighed deeply, "What do you think?"
Hao Lu slowed down, turned her head to look into my eyes, and I smiled slightly, meeting her gaze. Hao Lu seemed surprised that I would meet her gaze, blushed instantly, glanced at me, and quickly turned her head away.
I chuckled, "Did you notice anything?" Hao Lu gripped the steering wheel tightly, her gaze fixed straight ahead, avoiding my eyes. Looking at her, a sudden wave of sorrow washed over me, reminding me of Yu Jia's vulnerable demeanor in front of me. A surge of anger followed; perhaps she was currently displaying her vulnerability to another man. My heart clenched, as if I could already see Yu Jia lying in another man's arms, forcing a smile. I clenched my fists; my male pride prevented me from thinking about Yu Jia any longer.
Hao Lu suddenly said softly, "You look a little sad."
"Sadness is a sign of a mature man," I blurted out, quoting Tan Huo's famous saying.
Hao Lu giggled, her cheeks flushed. I chuckled too, slowly leaning closer to Hao Lu, staring at her defiantly, my gaze sweeping down her.
Hao Lu's breathing quickened; I could feel the heat radiating from her body. The car slowed down. Hao Lu took a deep breath, then suddenly turned her head, bravely meeting my gaze. Her bright red lips parted slightly before me.
I almost touched her nose; her warm breath, carrying a faint fragrance, brushed against my face, like a spring breeze in March. My heart warmed, and I stared intently into her eyes. Hao Lu's breathing became more rapid, her eyes changing from shyness to courage, from courage to passion, and from passion to a dreamy look.
Resisting the urge to kiss her lips, I placed a finger between my eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't look at me like that. You'll fall in love with me." Hao Lu's face flushed crimson to her ears, and she quickly turned her head away. Her burning cheeks were even more vibrant than the autumn leaves of Fragrant Hills.
I smiled, looked away, and sat back down, falling silent. If Tan Huo were here, he would definitely scream. This effortless skill in handling relationships was exactly what he had been aiming for through years of experience, but unfortunately, he always failed because his performance wasn't up to par. Now, I've taken it to the extreme; it's no wonder this guy is furious.
The atmosphere in the car became somewhat silent again. I gazed leisurely out the window, my mood seemingly calming down a bit.
"I love--you, my--home, my home--my-heaven." Hao Lu put in a CD, and a hoarse male voice with a grassland flavor drifted into my ears.

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