Pear Blossoms Along the Way 1-3

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In the autumn of 2006, the maple leaves outside the window turned red earlier than usual. As the first maple leaf, carrying the scent of autumn, 　drifted
into the room through the window, I was grooming myself in front of the mirror.

School started tomorrow, and today was the faculty and staff meeting.

It was called a meeting, but it was really just a small meeting of about forty people. This was a rural middle school located in the Ailao Mountains,
more than 20 kilometers from the county seat. National Highway 323 passed right by the school. The school had twelve classes across three grades,
so there weren't many teachers and staff.

But for me, a recent college graduate, a newbie stepping into society for the first time, facing so many strangers
was a bit daunting. How would I get along with my colleagues? Could I catch up with the experienced teachers in teaching? I really had no confidence.

"Xiao Tang, hurry up, don't be late for your first meeting today!"

my mother called from outside.

My feelings towards my mother were complex—awe and gratitude, admiration, but mostly, longing and anticipation. My
mother is 38 years old this year. She started working in 1985 when she was only seventeen. Although she had excellent grades after graduating from high school,
due to family reasons, she became a
primary school teacher in our village school through the arrangement of my maternal grandfather, who was then the mayor of Zilin Township. She married my father, who was working elsewhere, at the age of eighteen. That same year, I was born.

The reason I have some awe for my mother is because, in my eyes, she is a strong-willed woman. While teaching at the village school
, she not only excelled in her teaching but also successfully transitioned from a privately-run teacher to a permanent one after only six years of teaching, passing the self-study exam
. In 1995,
she transferred to the township middle school where I will now begin my new life. My mother was also very strict with my education. She always lectured me on studying hard and working diligently… It wasn't until I went to university that
her discipline loosened a little, perhaps because she felt I had grown up.

I am grateful to my mother because she sent me to school when I was very young, while my playmates in the village were still
wearing open-crotch pants and playing in the mud.

To be honest, back then I didn't understand why my mother sent me to school so early. I envied my playmates
. While they ran around in the fields, I could only sit obediently in the classroom reciting a, b, c, d, e.
While they went out at night to steal peaches from other people's houses, I was locked at home reciting "Spring sleep is unaware of dawn" and "The grass on the plain grows lush and green."

But now I'm very grateful to my mother. My childhood playmates have either gone to work or are still at home picking corn.
I heard that one of them stole dozens of water pipes from the village and got arrested.

As for me, I don't consider myself very smart. Under my mother's strict supervision, I barely managed to get into a third-rate university and
graduated with a junior college diploma.

Although my degree wasn't a proper bachelor's degree, it was considered quite successful in our village.

The reason I admire my mother is that, in my memory, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's 1.65 meters tall
, with fair skin, well-proportioned features, and especially her bright, lake-like eyes, which can deeply attract you at first glance
. Every time my mother and I went to the market, my back felt burning hot; I knew it was
from the lustful gazes of the men in the valley. When I was in elementary school, my dream was to marry a
woman like my mother, but I didn't dare say it. I told my Chinese teacher that I wanted to be a scientist and contribute to the country when I grew up.

The reason I had these inappropriate fantasies about my mother was because she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Not only was her face beautiful, but her figure was also superb, and most importantly, she was noble and virtuous, always
exuding a radiant charm. The transformation from admiration for my mother to romantic feelings probably
occurred during my adolescence in middle school… If before it was just a vague desire to marry a woman like my mother, now it
had completely transformed into wanting to marry my mother, wanting a deeper physical intimacy with her. Although I know this is just wishful thinking
, isn't it normal to have some desires?

I straightened my clothes in front of the mirror, went out, and walked to school with my mother.

Today, my mother wore a form-fitting cheongsam, her gentle and classic beauty captivating.

The soft white floral fabric accentuated her curves. The dress

flowed down her beautiful neck and delicate shoulders, her full breasts perfectly supported the high front of the dress,
the soft, smooth silk gently draping their rounded curves. It cinched at her waist, then playfully slid over her
full, high hips, with a slit on the outside of her long thighs. With each step, the swaying hips and slender legs
were both alluring and shy, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

It inevitably brought to mind the lines, "A single apricot-yellow dress, temples the color of a raven's chick."

I walked slowly with my mother, occasionally stealing glances at her, sometimes slowing my pace to lag
behind, just to catch a glimpse of her full hips and the snow-white thighs revealed by the side of her cheongsam as the wind blew
. Although I only glanced at them briefly, they still stirred quite a bit of excitement within me. My mother
didn't notice my expression; she probably still thought I was just acting like a child, and simply urged me to hurry up.

The school was built at the foot of a mountain, with a gentle slope covered in pear trees behind it. Below the school was the market, where

villagers from all around would come to buy produce every month on the 2nd and 7th of the month. Usually, it was sparsely populated and
rather

deserted. Below the market were paddy fields. The autumn harvest had just ended, and the lazy sunlight shone on the open fields
. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of rice and soil. The cuckoo's call came from the mountain, one call after another
, each one more melodious and louder than the last. The call echoed through the fields for a long time, and everything was so
refreshing.

"Zhong Tang..." At this moment, a woman's voice called from behind.

"Wow, Wu Yue, what brings you here?"

I turned around, and a beautiful, voluptuous young woman walked towards us from outside the school.

"Aunt Yin, after the meeting, come to my house for dinner with Zhong Tang and Zhong Yun. I've asked my mom to cook lots of delicious food."

"Thank you for bothering your mom. Did she say what day it is? Is it because our Xiaoyue is getting married?" my mother
teased with a smile.

"No way! I'm still young. Aunt Yin, you're just teasing me," Wu Yue said, blushing and acting coquettishly.

Wu Yue is two years older than me. Her mother, Lin Huizhen, was my mother's former classmate, and also two years older than my mother. They met in high school...
After graduation, I worked at the supply and marketing cooperative in the township. In 1998, the cooperative was dissolved, and Aunt Hui contracted one of the shops,
opening a small general store selling candy, cigarettes, and alcohol. Over the years, her income has been slightly higher than my mother's salary. However,
she's quite busy, having to support the family and pay for Wu Yue and her sister's education. As for her deadbeat husband,
Uncle Wu, he's infuriating to think about. He's useless and doesn't have a job. He rides a tricycle around hauling
goods for others every day, but don't expect him to earn any money. All he does is drink and gamble occasionally. A while ago, he
had a stroke from excessive drinking and was bedridden, making things even harder for Aunt Hui.

People in the township say that Aunt Hui is like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. Aunt Hui and my mother were once the two most beautiful flowers in our Zilin Township
, so naturally, my mother and Aunt Hui became best friends.

Wu Yue clearly inherited Aunt Hui's excellent genes. She was about 1.67 meters tall, with eyes like bright moons,
a slightly round face, and two large dimples when she smiled. Her C-cup breasts and high, pert buttocks made her voluptuous
body appear anything but bulky; instead, they aroused endless desire.

"Remember to come!" Wu Yue chatted with her mother for a while before heading outside. She graduated from vocational school in 2001 and
was assigned to the township forestry station, a fairly easy job.

"Wu Yue, you've gained weight again!" I shouted, looking at her swaying hips.

"You big bad guy, just you wait, see how my mom deals with you today!" Wu Yue puffed out her chest and strode out of
the school gate.

Because of my mother's relationship with Aunt Hui, my younger sister, Wu Yue, her sister Wu Qian, and I often played together.
Our families were also close, and we often joked around with each other.

Finally, we arrived at the meeting room. The small room was already packed with other teachers. I nervously walked
in with my mother and found a seat. I felt all eyes immediately on us. At first, I
felt a little awkward, but then I realized it made sense. I was the handsome new teacher, and my mother was the school's undisputed beauty;
it would be strange if no one paid attention.

"Everyone, quiet down, the meeting is starting,"

Principal Wang's voice rang out. "First, let me introduce our new teacher, Ms. Zhong Tang.
Please welcome her..."

I quickly stood up and nodded.

"Today, the first point I want to make is how to be a competent teacher... We
must treat teaching as a career... Now, the Academic Affairs Office will arrange the work for this semester."

Principal Wang spoke eloquently for over forty minutes.

Soon, the meeting ended.

"Xiao Tang, you go home first. I need to talk to the principal," my mother suddenly said as everyone was leaving
.

"Oh, are we still going to Aunt Hui's house?" I asked.

"Go help your Aunt Hui first, I'll come over after I finish talking..."

My mother said as she walked towards the principal's office.

"What is it we're talking about?"

I sat on the sofa in the living room next to the conference room, lit a cigarette, took a few deep drags, and
a chill ran down my spine as I recalled the strange look in my mother's eyes when she spoke to me. In my memory, my mother's gaze had always been serious;
why was it so strange today? Something seemed off. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt, and I quickly left the house. I
ran through the school, far from carefree. "No...no..."

The closer I got to the principal's office, the more uneasy I felt. A scene from two years ago flashed through my mind.

Chapter Two

The croaking of frogs filled the air, the sky was full of stars, and my younger sister, who had just started junior high, and I went
to catch beetles in the pear orchard on the gentle slope behind the mountain, after summer vacation. These beetles would burrow in the soil to cool off during the day, and at night, unless it rained, they would crawl out,
fly up to the pear trees, and nibble on the leaves, completely still, looking particularly endearing. Usually around this time of year, my little sister and I would go up the mountain to
catch lots of beetles to feed the chickens. Of course, most of the time we just went out to play. My little sister didn't have to
do her homework under our mother's supervision, and I didn't want to stay home all day surfing the internet and watching TV. So we took
flashlights and searched for beetles among the pear trees.

"Brother, there's a pair here...and there are some here too..."

my little sister shouted excitedly. Her little face was rosy, and the two little white doves on her chest hopped around in her white t-shirt
. Before I knew it, my little sister had grown into a young lady. Her eyebrows were light, and her big, childlike eyes were clear and bright.
A beautiful mother begets a beautiful daughter, and her pear-blossom face was exactly like her mother's.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

my little sister nudged me.

"Oh, nothing. I think we've caught enough beetles. Let's go back." I
said with an awkward smile.

"Hehe, don't think I don't know. You must be missing Sister Wu Yue."

My little sister wiggled her bottom and ran down the mountain.

"Really?"

I smiled, "Slow down, don't fall..."

I called out and followed.

We quickly descended the mountain and reached the school's wall against the hillside. My younger sister and I climbed over it as usual.

This wall was right next to the mountain, and students going up to study or sometimes boys staying out all night would
climb over it. At first, the school did try to enforce it, but later they just stopped. Gradually, it became
a shortcut for everyone to get in and out of the school.

"Shh..." As soon as I jumped off the wall, my younger sister put her index finger to her lips.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"Brother, did you hear anything?"

"No."

I tapped my younger sister's head. "

You're being weird." "Listen more carefully." My younger sister listened for a while, then said again.

Oh... Oh... Hiss...

"Hmm, what's that sound?"

I listened carefully, and there was indeed a sound coming from the direction of the teachers' office.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Suddenly, a woman's shout rang out.

My younger sister and I groped our way toward the only window with a light on and cautiously peeked out.

"Chen..." The little girl's mouth gaped open. I covered her mouth and cautiously
peeked through the gap in the curtains. The principal! It was actually the principal and Teacher Chen.

Through the gap in the curtains, I could see a naked woman lying on the table, while a slightly overweight,
bald man was holding up the woman's legs, his lower body thrusting between them.

Perhaps because it was summer vacation, there were hardly any people in the school, which allowed the principal and Teacher Chen to be so brazen
.

"Ah...ah...Brother Liang...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...don't go in...so deep...
ah...ah."

The woman bit her lips tightly, her face flushed, moaning softly.

"How does he compare to your husband?"

"Compared to him...compared to him..."

The man continued thrusting while forcefully squeezing the woman's breasts, leaving red finger marks on them.

The woman seemed unable to withstand the man's double assault, her teeth clenched, her eyes glazed. "Ah...ah...ah...
big cock brother...I...I'm going to die...quick...quickly give it to me...ah...ah, so beautiful."

"Quickly...quickly fuck me harder...dear husband...dear brother...dear father...quickly fuck me...fuck
me to death...ah...coming...coming...ah...ah."

The woman screamed loudly, her voice gradually lengthening and rising, until finally her whole body trembled, her arms tightly hugging the man
, her nails digging into his back, leaving bloody marks. The man seemed to be infected by the woman's passion, increasing
the speed of his thrusts, relentlessly pounding the woman's lower body.

"Fuck you to death, you stinking bitch, I'll fuck you..."

the man shouted, thrusting a dozen times, then climbing on top of the woman and remaining still.

"Ah!" At this moment, the younger sister cried out.

Because I was so engrossed in watching, I didn't realize when I had removed my hand from the younger sister's mouth.

"Who?"

"Run!" I grabbed my little sister's hand and ran towards the grove of trees by the playground.

"Brother, do you think... Teacher Chen and the others will... recognize us?"

After hiding in the grove, my little sister asked, her face flushed and panting.

"They shouldn't, it's so dark."

I comforted her, looking at her nervous face. "Haha, I didn't expect you to have such long legs, running so fast."

"Of course, I came in third in the 100-meter race at the sports meet."

"Don't tell Mom about what we saw, okay? It's embarrassing."

"Okay."

...

... Time flowed quietly. Two years passed in the blink of an eye. I never told anyone about what happened that day, nor
did I expose them. Others did talk about the principal and Teacher Chen Juan behind their backs, but all the faculty and
staff seemed to have their own secrets, and some even worked under him, so they all tacitly kept quiet
.

If it were any other woman, I could turn a blind eye; after all, whoever cheats is their
own business, none of my concern. But now, my mother, my dear mother, is walking into his office. I
can't possibly remain indifferent.

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