[Sister Lin in my youthful days] [1, 2] [To be continued]

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Last month, I was officially promoted to the position of deputy general manager of the company. My long-term immersion in urban civilization has made me a civilized person. Occasionally, I still think about my youthful days. Yes

, my youth. I was born in a rural area near an industrial city in the north. As I grew up, one day the village was suddenly called a suburban township. Yes, it was the 1990s, and society began to accelerate its development. My middle school entrance exam results were not ideal. I repeated a year and still did not get ideal results, but I still got into a key municipal high school, which was okay. But not everyone got through. Many classmates did not get into any key high schools and ended up going to technical schools or vocational high schools. My goddess in junior high school went to a vocational high school. There was also a large number of classmates who had no school to attend and became unemployed youth. In fact, they were just hooligans and unstable factors in society.

On the first day of school, I checked the class assignments in front of the school building and found my class. When I got there, I was stunned. Damn it, my homeroom teacher was my junior high English teacher! I hated her terribly back then, and she was haunting me in high school. I was cursing her in my mind, even though I think swearing isn't good now, and it's mostly meaningless. Back then, I probably talked about famous phrases like "fuck you" in my sleep. In

my first year of high school, I had absolutely no interest in studying and didn't want to go to school. Sitting in the classroom was torture, even though I could still learn something. Class time was basically spent with my deskmate planning how to give our newly graduated math teacher a geography lesson, like cramming in on places like Huludao, Ba Yiku, and Chaligan. My deskmate was a particularly bad student who got in through connections; we called him the "big pancake student" (because he was incredibly bad). How bad? He couldn't pass any subject. Now I think he wasn't there to learn at all; he was an angel sent by God to ruin my grades. I won't go into details, because I had absolutely no interest in studying back then. I barely attended school during the first semester of my first year of high school, so the story begins with my dropping out.

In junior high, I met a guy named Dajun in the community. He dropped out in his second year of junior high and started his own career path, becoming a hoodlum, a professional hoodlum. His goal was to become a top-tier professional hoodlum, and looking back over 20 years later, he's achieved it. He's now a leading hoodlum in the village, a big shot. He owns an underground casino, an underground lottery, a supermarket, a micro-loan company, and even claims to be in the financial industry, a pillar of the rural financial sector. Yes, gamblers who lost money would borrow from him. The interest was acceptable, not too high, 10% monthly. So, if you borrowed 10,000, the interest after one month would be 1,000, making the total 11,000. If you couldn't repay, the next month's interest would be 10% of that 11,000, making the total interest 2,100, and the total principal and interest 12,100. Damn it, it's pure blood-drinking and cannibalism. This is my older brother, a gangster.

In the mornings, when it was time for school, I'd go to Dajun's house. Dajun's parents had bought a house in the new district, but they still kept their old house in the countryside. The old house was huge, a two-story red brick building. His parents had gone south to do business, leaving Dajun and his younger brother Ermin in the north, so this became our place of refuge. The door wasn't locked. I went in and found a room to continue sleeping. Seriously, I was so tired. I was always incredibly sleepy in the mornings back then. There were many rooms in the building, so I'd find one and sleep. Around 10 o'clock, I could hear them all getting up. There was Dajun and some friends who had been there the day before. I often saw unfamiliar faces because Dajun was truly a tough guy. Most of the people there were between 20 and 30 years old, and they all respected Dajun. Although Dajun was only 23, he was a ruthless man. A few years ago, he had chopped off an old thug's finger with a knife at a billiards club—one finger was considered lucky.

The gist of the story, I heard, is this: Dajun was gambling at pool, and an old hoodlum brought a relative to play. After waiting a long time, Dajun had won a considerable amount of money. His opponent wanted to recoup his losses, while Dajun wanted to keep winning, so he almost forgot about the old hoodlum. Then the old hoodlum told Dajun to stop for a bit, which led to an argument. The old hoodlum, losing face, slapped Dajun. Then, something amazing happened: Dajun immediately said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, you play first." The old hoodlum and his relative played pool, and when Dajun returned, he was about to play when Dajun suddenly pulled out a kitchen knife—yes, the kind you use to cut vegetables at home—and with one stroke, he severed the old hoodlum's little finger (you know how it looks when playing pool, right?). Dajun just stood there watching, and the old hoodlum yelled "Ah!" and walked away with his severed finger. Then Dajun left too. That's how the story ended. Wow, a lot of people didn't even understand what happened before it was over. Later I heard that the old hoodlum got his fingers reattached, a wise person mediated, Dajun admitted his mistake, and the matter was over. Wow, it was over! But I firmly believe that if things had continued, Dajun would have dared to chop off the old hoodlum's hand, because that's the inevitable path for a professional hoodlum, something he's willing to strive for. To summarize briefly, when you're out having fun, the worst thing is encountering a professional opponent. Don't compare your hobby to someone else's; it's not fair.

After Dajun and the others woke up, Dajun went to check on his restaurant. Since there wasn't much to do, they played cards, and then everyone went out to have fun. I initially thought they were just fooling around, but later I discovered they were all quite shrewd, and financially quite well-off. Some came from wealthy families, and some had their own ways of making money. The urban-rural fringe is a very murky place. Dajun ran a small restaurant back then, managed by a distant relative. It was near the national highway, and many large trucks used for transportation ate there. Dajun's advantage was having a parking lot—basically just an open space in front of the restaurant, which he claimed as his own. Only customers eating at his restaurant could park there. I thought that restaurant in that location must be very profitable. I often helped out at the restaurant, and I felt quite prestigious. Dajun would check on the restaurant at noon, then ride his motorcycle into town in the afternoon, sometimes taking me along to play poker. Dajun actually won more than he lost. Then he'd go home. Sometimes friends would come over, and we'd have a few drinks, chat, and watch videotapes. I was very confused back then; looking back, I think I had some psychological issues, enough to need counseling. But nobody understood these things back then, so I often hung out with them. However, I usually went home at night, maybe going back the next day. That

was basically the environment at the time. Time that should have been spent studying diligently at school passed by in a daze. Dajun had his career goals, but I was the most foolish. What were my goals? Looking back now, that was a period of complete confusion for me. However, even in this chaotic state of time, things don't stand still; stories still unfold. This story takes place against this backdrop, beginning with the arrival of a strange woman.

One day, while resting at Dajun's house as usual, I woke up to find a strange woman, probably around 27 or 28 years old, Sister Lin, from Siping, Jilin. She was supposedly in the clothing business there, and had come to check out the market and do some research. Sometimes when I woke up, she was just waking up too; other times, she was just returning, meaning she must have gone to the clothing wholesale market early in the morning. Sometimes she would go out for walks in the afternoon, and a few times Dajun asked me to go with her. I didn't know much about the industry, so I just followed her around. She seemed to have some experience in the clothing industry, but I didn't know the specifics. Later, after talking with her more, I learned a lot about her. Her name is Zhang Lin. She grew up in a rural-urban fringe area and dropped out of school early to make her way in the world. Later, she met a clothing business owner, and they got together. Of course, it was because Lin was pretty. They were together for a long time until the owner's wife found out. The owner was very afraid of his wife, so he had to break off the relationship with Lin. During this time, Lin saved some money (mostly from the clothing owner, who gave her a lot and slept with her quite a bit). She also learned about the clothing business from him and established her own clothing channels. Because of Lin's good personality and intelligence, she built up her business. Now she has handed over her business in Jilin to her younger sister to manage and is looking for new opportunities to expand. I learned that she wants to create her own clothing brand. In the 1990s, someone her age who was still unmarried was considered an "older single woman," but she had her own career and high standards for men.

Sister Lin wasn't familiar with the area, and in those days of limited information, she needed a local to take care of her. Dajun had his own things to do and didn't have time to accompany her. I'm reliable and dependable, so Dajun assigned me to follow Sister Lin, essentially making me her personal attendant. Actually, I enjoyed following Sister Lin around. At first, we went to the market, and later we visited the development zone. I felt like I was just her little attendant in her spare time; she definitely wouldn't take me with her when meeting friends or business partners because I was only 17, still a child in her eyes.

About two weeks later, Sister Lin finished her work here and was about to go home. She treated me to dinner and we had some drinks together. She thanked me for my help during that time (though I really didn't feel like I had helped much), and even invited me to visit Siping (which I took as a polite remark). When she was slightly drunk, she told me a lot about her past: being beaten by her father, going with her mother to her remarriage, her stepfather's family treating her badly, her time as a troublemaker in middle school, associating with delinquents, and the many conflicts and being cheated she experienced. She told me a lot during that drinking session, and I felt that her past experiences had left a certain shadow on her heart. I could tell she liked me quite a bit, mainly because I was honest and helpful, always running around to help her, and perhaps also because of the naiveté of a 17-year-old.

The next day, she left. Dajun and I went to see her off. On the platform, watching the train about to depart, I still wished she could stay a little longer. This was the first time I had spent so much time with an older sister, even though I was just her attendant.

Time flies, spring has turned to autumn, and I'm now in my second year of high school. I've been studying quite diligently lately, but my deskmate always tries to play with me during class. He gradually quieted down because he started reading novels. At first, it was martial arts novels, then science fiction and romance novels. Later, his reading tastes became more sophisticated, and he started reading works by Jia Pingwa and Eileen Chang. His reading speed also increased, and he would tell me stories from these books during his free time, gradually turning them into my audiobooks, much like the audiobooks on Himalaya and GetApp.

During this time, I didn't visit Dajun's house as often, just occasionally. One day, I went to Dajun's house again, found a room, and went to sleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt the door open. I opened my eyes and saw Sister Lin. She was wearing Adidas sneakers, a sky-blue turtleneck sweater that made her neck look long, and skinny jeans that made her 165cm height look like a model. Her wavy hair was draped over her shoulders, and she had big eyes and long eyelashes. She stood in the doorway, smiling at me. I quickly stood up and said, "Sister Lin, when did you get here?" She approached, gesturing for me to be quiet, then drew very close—close enough that my hormones surged. I suddenly hugged her and kissed her, and she responded passionately. She reached out to take off my clothes, and I took off her sweater. Her hair, falling loosely over her chest, made her look even more sexy. I took off her bra and lingerie, kissing and caressing her breasts, which were white and looked like two little rabbits. This was my first time doing this with a woman. Actually, I'm usually a pretty composed person; I wouldn't even be nervous or scared if a stick hit me on the head. But this time, my heart was pounding, and I was nervous. Lying on the bed, I pulled down her pants and saw her exposed genitals. I'd seen many videos of this; I knew what a woman's genitals looked like. Her neat, slightly curled black pubic hair revealed patches of pink. I was already very hard. I pressed down, ready to penetrate her, but she said, "Wait a minute." Then she took a condom from her jeans, put it on mine, and said, "Extra thin." I nervously replied, "Mmm." Then I hurriedly inserted myself, my desire making me want to penetrate as quickly as possible, to thrust in and out as fast as I could. After a few thrusts, she made a soft moaning sound. I kissed her, thrusting vigorously, and she moaned in rhythm with me. I lost all sense of time. I think it only took about 3-5 minutes before I ejaculated, trembling against her. She hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "That was great." Exhausted, I thought, "This is so different from the videotape." I wanted to get dressed quickly, but Lin said, "Don't rush, let's just hug like this, okay?" So we sat naked, chatting. I learned she was there to open a clothing company, had already acquired the rights to a Korean clothing brand, hired a design firm, and was having a clothing factory in a nearby development zone do the production. She was going to open her first branded clothing store. While we were talking, I touched her breasts, and my penis got hard again. She put a condom on me again, and I thrust it in. She gasped, "Ah," and said, "Actually, you could be a little gentler." I started thrusting again, unable to stop. We did this for over ten minutes, our breath hot on each other's bodies—it was incredibly stimulating. She flipped over and landed on top of me. I was suddenly on the bottom, as if I had been hit by a sweeping kick in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and I was still penetrating her. She knelt on either side of me and began to move her body up and down. With each movement, she would thrust her lower body repeatedly, sometimes tilting her head back and letting her long hair fly behind her. With each thrust, she made a soft sound. It felt so good. I felt so good at that moment. Her white breasts bounced and throbbed with each rise and fall. Her slender waist was full of powerful thrusts, each time she released love and love fluid. Her love fluid flowed out and stayed on my body, soothing us both. Ten minutes later, after she climaxed, she climbed on top of me, paused for a moment, and then started thrusting again. A few minutes later, I also ejaculated. I was immersed in warmth and the fragrance of the woman.

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There was no one else at Dajun's house that day, only Lin Jie and I. Before Sister Lin arrived, Dajun had already cleared the place out, leaving a two-story building for her to live in alone. Since I hadn't been there for a week, I guess I was the only one who didn't know she was coming.

Sister Lin had things to do that day, and although I was a little reluctant to leave, I still went to class in the afternoon. That day, something unbelievable happened at school. I have a good friend, Daguo, we were classmates in junior high. He was a notorious troublemaker in junior high, less than 1.7 meters tall and weighing less than 60 kilograms, but he was fast and ruthless, and always had something in his hand. Even I had to give him a wide berth in junior high. We only became extremely close friends in high school. He had a peculiar gait; he walked like a duck, basically just with his knees bent less and his strides were very small. This directly resulted in him not having to participate in military training at all. That afternoon, Da Guo and I were walking on the school playground. As we passed the soccer field stands, Hei Zi said, "Da Guo, you walk like a duck. I'm starting to suspect you're sick. You should go to the hospital sometime." They'd always had some issues, but Hei Zi was practically a friend to me, so we'd maintained a peaceful relationship. But this time, I couldn't hold back anymore. Da Guo blurted out "Fuck you!" and charged over, starting a fight. I tried my best to separate them, controlling Da Guo's anger, and then grabbed Hei Zi by the hair and kicked him a bunch of times. Damn, it was infuriating. Hei Zi had a few friends around, but they were all clueless, basically just fringe members, complete novices. Then Hei Zi turned and ran towards the classroom. Apparently, as soon as she entered Class 4, she shouted, "I got beaten up! Da Guo beat me up!" When asked why, she said, "I said Da Guo has a leg problem, and he beat me up. Go get revenge for me!" I saw several people rushing out of the classroom building. I wasn't afraid, because at worst, I'd get beaten up, and I didn't think any of them would dare hit me. Then I saw a lot more people come out of the building—my friends! They started fighting, haha. Da Guo and I watched for a while, then we dragged Hei Zi out of the crowd, grabbed his hair, and kicked him again. This time, his face was covered in bruises; he looked like he'd been beaten up, haha.

Okay, enough bragging, but this is absolutely true. Suddenly, I realized this is an unbelievable story. The real issue is yet to come. Years later, Da Guo went for a checkup and it turned out he really did have a leg problem that made him walk like a duck. He really did have a problem, and it really needed treatment. Later, Hei Zi also became our friend. Years later, while drinking, Hei Zi said, "Back then, I genuinely thought Da Guo definitely had a leg problem. I genuinely wanted him to go to the hospital for a checkup, I really did." Haha, we almost burst out laughing.

This brawl escalated. I didn't have to go to school the next day; parents were called in, and the main members were punished. At home, I was basically left unattended. My mother is uneducated and didn't care. My father was working on a construction project out of town and was rarely home, so he couldn't supervise me. So, they still needed to contact my parents; after all, at least a family member should be involved. That's when I remembered someone—Sister Lin. That night, I went to Dajun's house in the red-brick building and found Sister Lin, explaining what had happened. The next day, Sister Lin came to the school as my aunt and had a good conversation with Heizi's parents. She ended up calling Heizi and me together and saying, "You should be friends." After a while, Heizi, Dajun, and I really did become friends, haha.

Sister Lin rented a house in the city, planning to live there long-term. Near the house was a park with a shopping mall inside—the place I used to frequent after skipping school—and a swimming pool next to the park. We often went for walks in the park after that, and I enjoyed going to school more because it was closer to Sister Lin's house, and I could often go to see her. But things didn't turn out so well after that.

We're not what everyone imagines. We don't have sex often because we each have our own social circles. She's not an honest person; she already had friends in this city, and after coming here, she made even more—business partners and people from Dajun's circle. When I went to the Cultural Palace to watch videos, I saw her in the billiards hall next door, playing with some people. She was accurate and skilled. When I skipped school to watch NBA games at the TV sales office in the commercial building, I saw her dancing with a few people in the upstairs dance hall. Basically, she hung out with people I couldn't afford to mess with. I was a big shot at school, but in their eyes, I was still a little brat. Although Dajun and I were close, and Sister Lin was very kind to me, we couldn't escape the reality of absolute power and status. And she quickly became familiar with the environment here and no longer needed me as her follower. Although every meeting was warm, I knew that the actual distance between Sister Lin and me was growing, so I cherished every opportunity even more, even with a certain sense of revenge.

One afternoon, I skipped school to go to the garden to listen to some elderly people playing the erhu. These amateurs were indeed very skilled; I was often completely captivated by their playing. Suddenly, I saw a figure in the distance that looked a lot like Sister Lin. She was sitting on a bench with a man, talking to him. I looked closely and confirmed it was Sister Lin; the man was someone I often saw at the Cultural Palace. They were arguing about something in the distance. I didn't go over, because I knew it wouldn't make a difference. I just watched from afar as they gradually calmed down, and then the man left, leaving Sister Lin alone. When she walked over, I pretended to have just seen her and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister, what are you doing here!" Sister Lin said, "Going home. I just happened to be walking this way today. Come on, let's go to my place. I'm just about to cook a few dishes." So we walked together towards Sister Lin's place.

[To be continued]

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