A dream of three or four years

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7.

My old friend paused. I asked him why he didn't continue.

He picked up the beer bottle and chugged it down, his face turning pale. I offered him a cigarette and lit one for myself.

He said, "I don't want to talk anymore, it's pointless."

Knowing his personality, I paid the bill and left. On the way home, he kept humming Karen Mok's "Hiroshima Mon Amour." It was clear that reminiscing about the past had plunged him into pain and reluctance.

After dropping him off, I inexplicably missed Teacher Zhou. I called her, and she answered immediately.

I asked her why she was still awake so late.

Teacher Zhou said she couldn't sleep and was playing on her phone.

I asked where he was. She

said he went to inspect work at a school.

I said I missed her. I missed her so much.

Teacher Zhou said, a little angrily, "Have you been drinking again?"

I said, "Not much. Can I come see you now?"

Teacher Zhou said, "No, don't come over if you've been drinking. It's not safe."

I said, "It's okay, wait for me."

I hung up the phone. It was late at night, and there were hardly any cars on the road, so I drove incredibly fast. The usual two-hour drive took me a little over an hour to reach Ms. Zhou's building. I saw Ms. Zhou pacing back and forth downstairs, then she walked towards my car. I got out to greet her.

Ms. Zhou said, "Why are you so fast? Are you crazy?"

I laughed it off and said, "I missed you, so I rushed."

Ms. Zhou took my hand, and we went upstairs together. After closing the door, Ms. Zhou hugged me and buried her head in my chest. I knew Ms. Zhou had a slight case of mysophobia, so I gestured for her to wait a moment while I took a shower.

Ms. Zhou said, somewhat aggrieved, "No, just hug me for a bit."

I hugged Ms. Zhou like that for about ten minutes, then said, "Honey, I'm going to take a shower. Can I hug you later?"

Ms. Zhou said coquettishly, "Okay, you should wash properly. You smell like smoke and alcohol, it's awful."

Teacher Zhou's tone instantly dispelled my previous gloomy mood. I said, "I'm not clean enough, Teacher, please help me wash."

Teacher Zhou pretended to be angry and pushed me into the bathroom. I knew I had a chance, so I persisted and dragged Teacher Zhou into the bathroom as well. I said, "Teacher, can we wash together?"

Teacher Zhou said, "I've already washed."

I said, "Teacher, you've washed, but as my wife, you haven't helped me wash yet. Be good."

Teacher Zhou couldn't resist me, so she helped me take off my clothes and then took off her own. And so, in the bathroom, we touched each other naked, my lower body throbbing as if it were about to burst. Teacher Zhou would tease me from time to time, flicking my penis with her finger, watching it twitch, which made her smile. I helped Teacher Zhou apply shower gel all over her body, feeling her delicate skin, feeling her slightly sagging breasts, but every time I tried to sneak a touch on Teacher Zhou's lower body, she would block me.

I said, "Teacher Zhou, I can't hold back anymore. I want it."

Teacher Zhou said, "Let's hurry up and shower."

She leaned close to my ear and said shyly, "I want you too."

We quickly rinsed off the soap. Teacher Zhou pulled me towards the bedroom, but I gestured for her not to, and kissed her. She responded, putting her tongue in my mouth. She wrapped one arm around my neck and rubbed her genitals with the other. I lifted one of her legs, and she moved her lower body towards me. As always, Teacher Zhou was already overflowing with desire, so I quickly thrust in. I thrust violently, pushing Teacher Zhou against the bathroom wall. Teacher Zhou leaned against the wall, responding fiercely, panting and moaning through our French kiss. I lifted Teacher Zhou's other leg, and she wrapped both arms around my neck, her legs clamping around me. Her panting and moaning grew louder, and my thrusting became even more intense. I held Teacher Zhou, thrusting as we walked towards the bedroom. Teacher Zhou couldn't take my thrusting anymore. She held my head, abandoned the French kiss, and breathed heavily into my ear.

Ms. Zhou moaned in my ear, "Husband, husband, it feels so good."

I felt incredibly good too, and carried Ms. Zhou to her bedroom bed. I said, "Wife, get ready for a night of pure bliss."

Ms. Zhou said, "Good husband, I'm ready. Mmm, it feels so good. Good husband."

Hearing Ms. Zhou's seductive moans, I thrust even harder. We made love for over half an hour, and Ms. Zhou climaxed three times. Each time Ms. Zhou was about to climax, she would respond fiercely, calling me "husband," calling me by my full name. Until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust hard into Ms. Zhou. Ms. Zhou's moans, which sounded like crying, moved me deeply.

I stroked Ms. Zhou's face, kissed her gently, and asked her if it felt good.

Ms. Zhou hugged me tightly and said, "It feels good, good husband. I can get a good night's sleep now."

In less than five minutes, Ms. Zhou fell asleep. It seemed that Ms. Zhou could fall asleep quickly after making love with me. Maybe she was tired, or maybe the sense of security she felt made her stop thinking about worldly worries.

The next morning, I vaguely felt an unusual comfort in my lower body. I opened my eyes and found Teacher Zhou teasing me, occasionally stroking my thighs or casually lying face down on my penis. Seeing I was awake, Teacher Zhou rested her head on my chest and said, "You're finally awake."

I said, "Yes, darling. What time is it?"

Teacher Zhou said, "Almost ten o'clock." Her hands continued their movements, pressing her breasts against my chest.

I said, "Teacher, don't you have class?"

Teacher Zhou said, "I called to ask for leave, saying I wasn't feeling well today."

I grinned mischievously and said, "Where are you feeling unwell, dear? Let me treat you."

Teacher Zhou playfully punched me, "You're the worst! With you here, I feel comfortable everywhere."

I gently touched Teacher Zhou's forehead and continued to enjoy her caresses. And so, another round of lovemaking ensued. After Teacher Zhou was thoroughly aroused, she went to make me breakfast.

What more could one ask for in life?

After breakfast, I held Teacher Zhou in my arms on her sofa and watched a boring Korean drama with her. I told Teacher Zhou about my old friend's situation. Teacher Zhou was also shocked and asked if I had told my old friend about our relationship.

I nodded and said that my old friend wouldn't talk nonsense.

Although Teacher Zhou was worried, she was relieved by my confident statement. We talked about my old friend's situation together.

Teacher Zhou asked me if the woman he had a relationship with was also from around here.

I said yes, and gave Teacher Zhou her address, saying that I didn't know her name, but she had a daughter in Australia. Teacher

Zhou sat up from me and asked if her daughter's name was Yanzi, Jiang Yan.

I said, "How did you know?"

Teacher Zhou was obviously stunned and hit my thigh with her hand. "I give up, you rascal! She's my cousin!"

I said, "Really? This world is so small."

Teacher Zhou ignored me and asked, "So, what happened after that?"

I said, "How would I know?"

Teacher Zhou pointed at me, but I still shook my head.

I said, "Forget it, honey. Let's not meddle in other people's business, okay?"

Teacher Zhou sighed and continued to cling to me, saying, "This world is too crazy. My cousin is such a good person, how could she do this?"

I said, "Teacher Zhou, you're so wonderful in my eyes, how come you treat me like this?"

Teacher Zhou said, "I'm different from you."

I asked her, "How are we different?"

Teacher Zhou said, "Because we have feelings for each other."

I said, "Maybe they have feelings for each other too."

Teacher Zhou was speechless for a moment, then started talking about how wonderful her cousin was. She added, "My dear, you're so lucky, that guy actually managed to win over my cousin. My cousin has such a great figure, she's beautiful, and she dresses so well, I feel inferior in front of her."

I said, "I don't know if she won him over or not. But what I do know is that in my eyes, you're better than anyone else. So don't feel inferior."

Teacher Zhou asked, "What's so good about me? Tell me."

I said, "You have a great figure too, and I've seen your cousin, she's so thin, and her breasts are much smaller than yours."

"Your butt isn't as big or perky as mine. You're the real stunner, the real..." Teacher Zhou pinched me, stopping me from continuing. But I could see she was happy.

So, Teacher Zhou and I stayed home until evening. Unlike most erotic novels, it wasn't just about sex. I helped her trim the plants on her balcony, chatted with her like newlyweds, and sat with her reading on the balcony. Everything was wonderful, and I enjoyed it. That evening

, I said I had to go home, but at Teacher Zhou's request, I treated her to a "big meal." It was called a "big meal," but it was really just a spicy hot pot place near our middle school. For some reason, Teacher Zhou really liked the hot pot there, even though she had transferred to that school years ago, she still came back occasionally. I had accompanied her there a few times before. Then I walked around the school with her, reminiscing about our youth. It's amazing how time flies; we had actually become lovers.

After walking around with Teacher Zhou for a while, we left the school, and I took her home and picked up her car to go back to our city home.

Teacher Zhou was in high spirits, playing and joking like a little girl the whole way. Because it was already dark, the lights of the small town were dim, but Teacher Zhou didn't seem to care.

Unexpectedly, just as we were about to reach Teacher Zhou's building, we ran into Aunt Tang, the woman my old friend had been longing for. The world is sometimes so small, and things sometimes happen so coincidentally; even a screenwriter as brilliant as Ning Caishen probably wouldn't dare to write something like this.

Teacher Zhou stopped her playful antics, halting her steps and actions. She called out, "Sister."

Aunt Tang seemed not to hear, and continued walking towards us, staggering.

Teacher Zhou called out again, "Sister."

Only then did Aunt Tang realize, looking up at the two of us, forcing a smile as she greeted us.

We smelled the alcohol on her; she was staggering as if she were about to fall. Teacher Zhou went over to help her, asking why she had been drinking, and so much at that.

Aunt Tang said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt like drinking. I'm going home now."

Teacher Zhou said, "How are you going to go home after drinking so much?" "Brother-in-law Yanzi isn't here. Why don't you come to my house and sober up?"

Auntie said. "No, I'll just go back and get some sleep."

Teacher Zhou insisted, and Auntie couldn't persuade her otherwise, so

Teacher Zhou helped her back to his house. At this point, I felt too embarrassed to say I was going back to the city, so I went to Teacher Zhou's house and sat on the sofa. Teacher Zhou poured Auntie a glass of water and asked her why she drank so much.

Auntie said, "I felt uncomfortable, and drinking more made me feel better."

Teacher Zhou seemed to understand something and fell silent.

Auntie seemed to only then notice my presence and looked at me with confusion. Teacher Zhou said, "This is my student. She just happened to be visiting me today because she was on a business trip."

Auntie said, "Oh, that's good. You have a conscience, you even know to visit your teacher."

I chuckled, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, Auntie's eyes reddened. To be honest, I still don't understand why women cry so easily.

Teacher Zhou panicked and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Auntie said, "Nothing."

At this moment, I blurted out, "We know you're crying."

The aunt looked at me with surprise, and seeing her reddened eyes, I felt a pang of sadness.

I said, somewhat embarrassed, that I was actually very good friends with him. He had told me everything when he came back.

The aunt was caught off guard and looked extremely awkward, unsure what to say. After a long while, Teacher Zhou came over and pinched me, breaking the silence, saying, "Let's continue drinking. I haven't had a drink in a long time; let's drink until we're completely drunk."

So, I drank with these two still-plump women for over an hour, talking about the past, the present, and the future. Gradually, I told her about Teacher Zhou and me. She didn't seem to care much, just saying, "As long as you know your limits." Later, after drinking too much, the aunt slowly began to recount her past, about her own past with my old friend.

Eight.

Actually, this was still a rather embarrassing thing to talk about. After all, as traditional Chinese women, doing such a thing was always against ethics. In ancient times, we would have been drowned in a pig cage long ago. But it happened, it really happened. Looking back now, it doesn't seem like a big deal, except for the occasional unpleasantness and the occasional reverie that makes me feel life should be lived freely.

The first time I saw him—oh right, I remember you, you were there too. It was on Yanzi's birthday, you two went together. From the first moment I saw him, I felt a connection; I wanted to treat him like my own son. You know, I only have one daughter, and I've suffered a lot because of it. So, how should I put it? I felt like he was my son in a past life.

Later, as we spent more time together, I felt he had a good personality, a nice boy, and Yanzi definitely wouldn't be at a disadvantage marrying him. At first, I thought everything would just continue like this, until one thing completely tipped my scales.

That morning, I went to the guest room to get something and saw him lying naked on the bed. On his genitals were my yellow underwear that I had changed out of the night before. I was shocked. My mind went blank, but I managed to suppress my anger with my remaining rationality. I figured all young people go through this phase, so I pulled my underwear off his genitals. When I saw his enormous penis, I couldn't help but gasp. It was indeed huge; he probably had a morning erection while asleep. I took the underwear to my room. To avoid embarrassment and putting unnecessary psychological pressure on him, I put the underwear, stained with his semen, in a bag, intending to wash it when he wasn't around.

Later, I started to observe him more closely. I noticed he would occasionally look at me with lustful eyes.

I pretended not to see it because deep down, I wanted to treat him like a son. Gradually, I even started to enjoy his desire. Maybe I'm just a wanton woman at heart.

I became more outgoing, occasionally telling him things I was previously ashamed to say and telling him jokes.

Our relationship became increasingly harmonious. Everything seemed to be progressing well. But after that excruciating appendicitis attack, my feelings for him changed again. I no longer want to treat him like a son. Maybe I'm just too insecure and need too much care. When I vaguely felt his powerful running on his shoulders, I was inexplicably moved and comforted.

Sometimes at night, I would take out that yellow lace panty. Even though I had secretly washed it long ago, I still felt that the panty was filled with his semen and his scent. Sometimes I would sniff it desperately, as if I could smell the scent of him that made me feel safe. A few times, thinking about it made me incredibly aroused. I would masturbate gently after Yanzi fell asleep, my mind filled with him. During that time, I felt like I was about to collapse because I hadn't felt this kind of excitement in a long time. Life was like stagnant water, but he was stirring up my lake.

Later, I became bolder and bolder, and I even inexplicably masturbated to him once. After that masturbation, although I was still trying to control myself, I knew that I was no longer under my control. Especially after he ejaculated all over my face after I masturbated to him. Actually, at that time, my genitals were already wet and itchy. I wished so much that he would pin me down, tear off my clothes, take off my panties, fuck me hard, fuck my cunt, and call me mommy.

But this idiot was completely terrified. I forced myself to take a cold shower, which helped me calm down.

Things slowly progressed in the direction I wanted, although sometimes I resisted these thoughts, but ultimately reason prevailed. I started giving him handjobs irregularly; whenever he wanted, I did. Gradually, it progressed to him touching my breasts and French kissing me. One time, Yanzi was watching TV in the living room while I was cooking in the kitchen. He came in and hugged me from behind. I could clearly feel his hard penis pressing against me. I told him to stop, that Yanzi would see.

This silly boy grinned mischievously and breathed into my ear, saying he didn't care, he wanted Mom to do it for him.

I couldn't resist him, and somehow, I always softened when he called me "Mom."

I turned around and let him touch his penis through my pants. He touched my breasts, my buttocks, and kissed me.

My genitals were overflowing with desire, and I couldn't help but moan occasionally. He sensed my excitement and suddenly stopped, saying seriously, "Mom, you always help me, but I can't help you. Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?"

I said no, seeing you comfortable makes me comfortable too.

That silly boy said, "How could that be? I feel like touching your breasts and butt makes you want it even more. Am I being too selfish?"

I stroked his head and said, "Silly boy, how could that be? Mom loves you."

That silly boy's stubbornness flared up, and he said no. "From now on, either I make you comfortable too, or I won't be so selfish."

I was instantly moved to tears; I knew he wasn't faking it. I kissed him. Maybe it was because I hadn't made love in so long, but I inexplicably wanted to, wanting him to give me everything. I boldly said, "Then how will you make Mom comfortable?"

That silly boy said, "Just make you comfortable, like a boyfriend and girlfriend."

I said, "Did you do it with Yanzi?"

That silly boy said, "No."

I said, "Then what do you know?"

He nestled in my arms and said, "Then teach me."

I found it funny and said, "How about I teach you tonight?"

He said no. In the end, I couldn't persuade him—to be honest, I never imagined I'd have sex with this boy, almost twenty years younger than me, right here in my kitchen. I placed my hands on the integrated stove, sticking my butt out. That silly boy clumsily pulled down my pantyhose and underwear. It was deep winter, but the heating in the house didn't affect our feelings. My genitals were already a mess. I said, "Come in."

And so, I felt him slowly enter me. Maybe it had been too long since we'd done it, but I felt an unprecedented fullness. He gently thrust in and out, and I suppressed my pleasure, moaning softly. He lay on top of me, kneading my small breasts, thrusting faster and faster, and soon ejaculated. He ejaculated all over my vagina, slowly dripping onto the floor. I turned over, kissed him, and said, "Son, Mommy's satisfied now. Are you satisfied?"

He said, "I'm satisfied too. But I know you're not satisfied, Auntie."

I said, "Mommy's satisfied, so don't call me Auntie anymore."

He obediently nodded.

I said, "Men's first time is always quick, don't feel pressured. Okay?"

He said okay, but I saw the disappointment on his face. I felt quite sorry for him.

And so, I made love for the first time with this little boy I wanted to make my son. I made him a man, and he let me relive the beauty of my youth.

Nine.

Perhaps it was because I had drunk too much, or perhaps it was because Teacher Zhou had told Auntie about us, but following the principle of women sharing secrets, Auntie was surprisingly open about her private matters. I was quite surprised. As she spoke, Auntie stopped, half-lying on Teacher Zhou's sofa, slowly drinking her wine. It was clear she was indulging in the past and enjoying the pleasure it brought her. And Teacher Zhou, I don't know when, had fallen asleep on my lap.

Looking at Teacher Zhou sleeping peacefully like a child, and then at Auntie's beautiful face, lost in memories... I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. I wondered how many women in this world were like them, blessed with looks and figures that most people envied, and who, through continuous effort and growth, had become more intelligent and radiant. Yet, their lives weren't as happy as people perceived. Even those ordinary middle-aged women, with husbands to rely on and who worked tirelessly, though their lives were mostly mundane, were ultimately happier than them.

I thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't find a solution. At that moment, my aunt had also fallen asleep on the sofa. I kissed Teacher Zhou and gently moved her head from my lap to the sofa. Teacher Zhou pouted in her sleep, looking incredibly cute.

I went to the balcony and lit a cigarette. Looking at the increasingly deserted streets and streetlights outside the window, I suddenly realized how fast time flies. And the women we deeply love are aging too quickly. If it weren't for the immense pain weighing on my heart, my aunt certainly wouldn't have told us these things.

Thinking of this, I called an old friend and told him about it. My friend said he would come over soon.

A little over an hour later, my old friend arrived downstairs. I went down to greet him, and he said he hadn't seen Auntie for a long time and was quite nervous. After hesitating for ten minutes, he finally agreed to come upstairs with me.

At Teacher Zhou's house, my old friend stood by the sofa, watching Auntie, who was already asleep. For a long time, he didn't say a word. I thought about waking her up, but he gestured for me not to disturb her. I had to give up.

Perhaps sensing something, Auntie suddenly woke up. Seeing my old friend standing in front of her, she rubbed her eyes. Because she had drunk too much, she moved rather slowly, and she sat up with difficulty. She stared at him intently, and he didn't speak either, just stared at her intently. I don't know how long they stared at each other, but Auntie spoke first, "You're back?" My

old friend said, "Yes, I've been back for a few days."

Auntie seemed to have sobered up quite a bit, and she looked quite lost, saying, "I called Yanzi back, but she wouldn't come. It's true what they say, daughters grow up and leave home." She forced a smile after saying that.

My old friend and I both smiled along.

Just then, Teacher Zhou was awakened by the voices. She opened her eyes and was a little surprised to see her old friend there. However, she quickly pretended to be nonchalant, greeted her friend, and her friend returned the greeting.

The aunt got up to go to the bathroom to tidy her clothes and wash her face before coming out, saying it was late and she had to go home.

I could see her friend was reluctant to leave, but hesitated to speak.

I said, "Auntie, why don't you sit and chat a little longer? You haven't seen this kid in a long time anyway."

Auntie said, "Never mind, maybe next time. When Yanzi comes back, all of you young people can come to my house. I'll cook something delicious for you."

Teacher Zhou interrupted, "Sister, you're being too biased! You're not going to entertain this old woman?"

Auntie said, "You really shouldn't go." She turned to leave.

Teacher Zhou stood up and grabbed Auntie's hand, saying, "Cousin, sit down and let's talk."

Auntie said, "It's too late, I have to go back.

" Teacher Zhou said, "Don't do this, it's not good to run away like this. There are things..." Auntie interrupted Teacher Zhou, "What am I running away from?"

Teacher Zhou said, "You are running away now. You should talk things out properly. Look, she came all this way in the middle of the night, and you're just going to leave."

Auntie looked at Teacher Zhou suspiciously, then at both of us, with a hint of anger.

I stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Auntie, you drank too much earlier. You told us everything, we understand."

After hearing this, the aunt's face flushed red. Without a word, she walked towards the door, clearly feeling ashamed of having made this public.

At this moment, her friend, who had been standing there silently, strode in front of her, blocking her path. "Auntie," she said, "let's talk this out, okay?"

The aunt turned away from her friend, slapped herself, and muttered, "How can I face anyone after this?" Tears streamed down her face. I didn't know if her sadness stemmed from regret for blurting out her private matter, or from her friend, or perhaps both.

Teacher Zhou came over and helped the aunt to the sofa. "Cousin," she said, "we won't say anything. Trust us. I understand your pain."

The aunt was still crying, and Teacher Zhou's eyes were also red. I went over and put my arm around Teacher Zhou, gesturing for her to come with me to her room so her friend could stay with her.

About half an hour later, her friend knocked on the door, saying everything was alright and we should leave.

When we went outside, Auntie had stopped crying; on the contrary, her face was beaming with joy. I had to admire my old friend's skills in coaxing women. My old friend said, "Let's go out for a late-night snack."

Teacher Zhou said, "It's almost one o'clock now. What late-night snack is there?"

My old friend joked, "Teacher Zhou is a typical good woman. Even someone who lives here every day can't compare to me, who just came back. I'll take you."

So, the four of us went to the riverside late-night snack street, playing around like two young couples. We

didn't leave until three in the morning. After leaving, I thought that, given the situation, my old friend would go to a hotel with Auntie or go back to her place, while Teacher Zhou and I would go home. Unexpectedly, Auntie said, "Tonight I want to sleep with your Teacher Zhou, is that okay?"

Although I was annoyed, I pretended to be generous and said, "Sure. What's wrong with that? I can even have a little gay fun with this guy."

Teacher Zhou came over to hit me, but luckily I dodged.

In bed, because of the alcohol, my old friend and I couldn't fall asleep, so we started chatting. I repeated what my aunt had said to him verbatim. He laughed heartily, saying that's just how women are; they talk nonsense when they drink, and they do it so convincingly. It's hilarious. Hahaha.

I was puzzled; could this really be true?

My friend said, "Of course! Do you think my aunt is that kind of woman? Would she easily do 'that' with me?"

I said, "Give me back my aunt! Pshaw! She wouldn't easily do 'that' with you, but she could tell me and Teacher Zhou the details after drinking, and she described it so explicitly."

My friend kicked me, almost knocking me off the bed. "What do you know? She's drunk and wants someone to relieve her emotions; that's understandable."

I kicked her back. "Relieve your emotions? Then why did you say she was talking nonsense? Explain yourself.

"

Actually, what my aunt told you—that we were in the kitchen—did happen, but that was a long time later, to be precise, a long time after we had sex. It wasn't in winter, and it wasn't the first time she mentioned. You can imagine; my aunt is, after all, a respectable woman.

After my aunt gave me a handjob, I was immersed in a pleasurable atmosphere, feeling that the world was so wonderful and that I was so lucky. Jiang Yan wasn't away for a competition at that time. The night before she was to return, after showering, I sat down next to my aunt, who was watching TV, wearing only my underwear. My aunt said, "You little rascal, aren't you cold wearing so little?"

I said, "No, I'm actually quite hot." As I spoke, I moved my lower body, gesturing for my aunt to look down.

My aunt came over and pushed my head, saying, "You little devil, what mischief are you up to now?"

I said, "No, I just hope you'll keep your promise and give me a handjob.

" My aunt said, "I just gave you a handjob a few days ago, and you're not going to?"

I said, "Didn't you say you'd do it whenever I needed to?"

My aunt said, "Who said that? You'll easily hurt your body if you do it like that. Didn't you see how quickly you finished? That's why."

I felt my self-esteem was hurt; after all, no man would be happy to hear about this.

My aunt saw my disappointment and hurt, and said, "I was wrong. I was just joking."

I ignored her, and she continued, "Mom was wrong, okay? You'll be very strong when you grow up.

Our Yanzi is so lucky."

I still ignored her, and she reached over and touched my genitals through my underwear. At first, I wanted to resist, but my genitals betrayed me, and I let her touch me. She giggled, as if her scheme had succeeded. Looking at her smile, even now, three or four years later, I still think she's most beautiful when she smiles. I took the opportunity to kiss her, but she noticed and pushed me away, so I had no choice but to let her touch me.

So, I sat next to her, and she knelt down beside my legs to touch me better. My genitals grew harder and harder, and she slowly pulled down my underwear. I felt incredibly good, but I also felt like something was missing.

I asked, "Auntie, Mom, can I touch you?"

Auntie continued to touch me, "No."

I said, "Just a touch.

" Auntie still refused. You know, sometimes I'm the kind of rascal who won't give up until I get what I want. I said, but I always feel like something's missing, it's not really satisfying.

Auntie said, "You little pervert, what kind of satisfaction do you want? What son wants his mother to masturbate him?"

I would occasionally sneakily attack Auntie with my hand. Auntie would giggle and dodge, her masturbation intermittent. Helpless, Auntie could only threaten me, saying, "If you keep making noise, Mommy won't do it for you anymore, I'll make you explode and die."

Afraid that Auntie really wouldn't do it for me, I said reluctantly, "Okay."

So, I watched Auntie concentrate on masturbating, and soon I ejaculated. This time Auntie had experience, and sensed that I was about to climax, so she quickly put a tissue on my penis. Maybe because I didn't ejaculate on Auntie, I actually felt disappointed. Auntie looked at the tissue and said, "You little devil, you always have so much, a virgin is a virgin." Then she looked at me, sensed my disappointment, and said, "You little pervert, you're not satisfied unless you ejaculate all over Mommy's face, are you?"

I said with dissatisfaction, "You already know everything, so what else is there to say?"

The aunt threw the tissue into the nearby trash can and then used it to wipe my little brother clean. As she stood up, seeing I was still annoyed, she leaned over and kissed my forehead. Her hair—you should know—was long and flowing back then, like your teacher Zhou. Her hair fell onto my face, its fragrance filling the air. I felt an unprecedented pleasure. As for the kiss, to be honest, I didn't really feel anything. After throwing the tissue away again, the aunt saw me staring blankly at her and nudged me. "Son, have you been kissed silly by your mother?"

I snapped out of my daze and said, "That doesn't count." I hadn't even reacted. "Kiss me again."

The aunt said, "Dream on. This is an extra reward for you; you're not obligated to do it."

I refused, grabbing the aunt's hand and lightly tracing her palm with my fingernail, repeating this over and over. She couldn't resist and finally said, "You little rascal, close your eyes. Are you ready now?"

I obediently closed my eyes, and then I felt my aunt's faint fragrance getting closer and closer. First, her hair brushed against my face, then her slightly dry lips landed on my forehead. It felt like centuries before her lips finally left. At that moment, I felt like I was dying of happiness.

My aunt said, "You've kissed me for so long, and you haven't even expressed your gratitude to your mother."

I said, "Thank you, Mom. I love you."

My aunt said, "I love you too, my darling son. Go to sleep."

And so, I went back to my room to sleep, completely satisfied. That night, I felt like all my dreams were in color.

11.

Perhaps because his relationship with his lover had improved and his heart was satisfied, my old friend fell into a deep sleep with colorful dreams. But I couldn't sleep at all. I tossed and turned, lamenting the cruel trick of fate, wondering how many men like my old friend and I were in the world, falling in love with a woman they shouldn't love, a woman who might never belong to them.

Then I thought, my old friend and I were relatively lucky. Most men probably just suffer from unrequited love, and in the end, they never get to be with their beloved. If mature women are like aged tea, then as those who deeply appreciate aged tea, we can at least savor our favorite flavor.

Reflecting on this for a long time, I think there are still some lucky ones like us in this world—perhaps with his beloved teacher, perhaps his beloved aunt, perhaps his mother-in-law, perhaps some unrelated, beautiful mature woman, perhaps even their own mother. They struggled, they endured hardship, but ultimately, they tasted the sweetness. But I still can't understand why mature women choose us.

Are we young? Obviously not. After all, they've grown older and long understood the many disadvantages of immaturity.

Are we better in that area than their husbands, able to satisfy them? Obviously not. I believe most mature women, like Teacher Zhou and Aunt Zhou, are not inherently promiscuous. No matter how much they desire, how much their bodies yearn, they mostly restrain themselves rather than seduce others, especially boys ten or twenty years younger than them; they deeply feel the shame of such things.

Just as I was struggling with this question, my phone screen lit up. It was a WeChat message from Teacher Zhou: "Baby, I can't sleep. Missing you."

I replied, "Me too. See you in the living room."

I immediately pulled on my pants and went to the living room shirtless. Teacher Zhou also carefully came out of the room and quietly closed the door.

She came over and hugged me, and I hugged her tightly. Through her nightgown, I could clearly feel that she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I cupped her face and grinned mischievously.

She understood what I meant and said, "What woman sleeps in a bra?"

I said, "I don't know. Anyway, you're my first woman, so say whatever you want."

She pinched me, "You pervert."

We separated, and I took her hand and lay down on the sofa. She leaned on me. I smelled her hair and told her about what my old friend had mentioned. Unexpectedly, she pinched me again, "Why are you so concerned about other people's business?"

I said, "I'm not, after all, he's my best brother."

Teacher Zhou pinched me even harder, "Say it again." "You think I don't know what you're up to?"

I said. "What are you up to? I swear to God. You don't think I have something going on with Auntie,

do you?" Teacher Zhou said, "It's good that you know. You'd better watch yourself. Otherwise, I'll ruin you."

I said, "You're crazy. I know Auntie is beautiful and has a great figure, but does that mean I have to treat every beautiful woman the way I treat you?"

Teacher Zhou got even angrier when she heard me say that. "How would I know?"

I hugged Teacher Zhou and coaxed her, "Silly girl, don't worry. My heart is only for you. Don't always think Auntie is prettier than you. You have many things that Auntie can't compare to."

Teacher Zhou snorted and ignored me.

I said to myself, "Don't worry. I won't do anything to betray you."

Teacher Zhou buried her head in my chest and smelled my scent. I remembered a saying I had heard before, that jealous women are the most beautiful. Now I think that's not true. I think a mature woman who is jealous is the most beautiful. They know how to be jealous without limits, unlike some unreasonable young girls. So, more often than not, you'll feel their jealousy is like playful banter.

Teacher Zhou teased me constantly, making me itch and my lower body harden. Teacher Zhou was only wearing a nightgown, so she quickly felt the strength in my lower body, smiling like a smug child.

I kissed her hair and said, "Wife, I want it."

Teacher Zhou said, "Can you not?"

I said, "Don't tease me like that, making me so embarrassed." " Teacher Zhou

, I like it."

I said, "I really want it." Teacher Zhou

said, "How about tomorrow night? I'm too tired, and you were too vigorous last night. My lower body is a little swollen, and it feels uncomfortable when I pee." Teacher Zhou buried her head in my chest, becoming shy.

I said tenderly, "How could this happen?"

Teacher Zhou said, "It's okay, it'll be fine tomorrow."

I said, "Okay then. Let's sleep."

I gestured for her to get up and go back to the room, but she remained nestled in my arms, saying, "Let's sleep here." I slept soundly against you.

I said, "Okay, sleep well, darling."

Teacher Zhou said with concern, "My husband has had a hard night, enduring his own desires and still having to be my cushion. Goodnight."

And so, we quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I vaguely heard a knock at the door. I struggled to open my eyes, and Teacher Zhou was still fast asleep against me. I shook her, but she didn't wake up. Just then, the housekeeper came out of the room, saw Teacher Zhou and me on top of her, and pointed at me. I understood what she meant; it was probably a guest. So I shook her harder to wake her. Teacher Zhou groggily got up from me, rubbing her eyes, looking like a sleepy child. I was quite taken aback and stroked her hair.

The housekeeper went to the door and looked through the peephole, then walked to the sofa in alarm, glared at me, and whispered in Teacher Zhou's half-asleep ear, "Wen Guo is back." I was startled and unconsciously removed my hand from Teacher Zhou's hair.

Teacher Zhou also instantly came to her senses, stood up from me, and was at a loss for what to do.

Auntie was the most rational. She pointed at me and said, "We'll go back to our room. You go open the door

later. Understand? If they ask, just say Yanzi had her boyfriend bring me something. I'm treating you and Teacher Zhou to dinner and karaoke. It's too late, so we'll sleep here. Got it?" I was terrified and said okay. At the same time, I had to admire Auntie's calmness and wisdom.

After Teacher Zhou and Auntie went back to their room, I pretended to be sleepy, unlocked the small lock, and opened the door. Thinking about it now, it's a good thing Teacher Zhou has the habit of locking the small lock at night. Otherwise, if her husband came back and saw her on top of me, I don't even want to think about the consequences.

As soon as I opened the door, there was that short, fat man standing in front of me. I pretended to be calm and said, "Teacher Tang, you're back."

I could see the doubt on his face, but experience counts, and besides, I used to be one of their prized students. He saw that I was shirtless and walked in, laughing, saying, "Come see your teacher?"

I said, "No, yesterday Liu Ming and I came to deliver some things to Jiang Yan's mother. We were chatting and talked about Teacher Zhou, and that's when I found out you two are actually relatives." I didn't dare look him in the eye. After all, back in junior high, he was the person I was most afraid of, and this fear, I don't know where it came from, has continued to this day. I called out towards Teacher Zhou's room, "Teacher, Auntie, Teacher Tang is back."

Teacher Tang said, "Jiang Yan? The Jiang Yan in Australia?"

I said, "Yes, she's Liu Ming's girlfriend. Warren drank until two or three in the morning last night, they were all partying and drank quite a bit."

Teacher Tang laughed and said, "What a small world! I didn't expect there to be such a connection." "Then don't call them. I'm back to get some documents; I need to get to the Education Bureau for a meeting right away."

At this moment, Teacher Zhou pretended to have just woken up and came out of the room, saying, "You're back."

Teacher Tang said, "Yes. I'm just back to grab something and I'm leaving." Teacher Zhou

said, "Aren't you going to have breakfast? I'll make you some."

Teacher Tang said, "No, thank you." After saying that, she went to the study to get something. "You can go back to sleep." Teacher Zhou followed Teacher Tang to the study to help him find something.

Listening to their conversation, I felt inexplicably annoyed. I didn't know where this anger came from; perhaps it was because I suddenly felt that, from beginning to end, I was an outsider, and Teacher Zhou, in the presence of the two men, might subconsciously rely on Teacher Tang; or perhaps what bothered me was myself—in front of the woman I deeply loved, and in front of her husband, I felt an unconscious fear. I was quite disappointed in myself and wanted to slap myself hard. At this moment, Auntie came out of the room, saw my angry face, hesitated, and then gestured for me to wake my old friend. Then she went straight to the study and greeted Teacher Tang.

I hid in my room, not waking my old friend, but sitting on the edge of the bed, silently grieving. A few minutes later, I heard Teacher Tang calling from outside, "Liu Ming, you two don't go back yet. I'll come back tonight and have a few drinks with you."

Then his voice faded into the distance until I heard the door close, confirming that he had already left.

Teacher Zhou pushed open my bedroom door and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed. She could tell I was unhappy. Then she glanced at my sleeping friend, walked over to me, and pulled my head into her arms. I smelled her sweet, almost milky scent and said nothing.

Just then, Auntie knocked on the door from behind. Teacher Zhou finally separated from me and stood there, clearly more afraid than embarrassed, like a child who had done something wrong, letting Auntie deal with her. I felt a pang of heartache, thinking of my own selfishness in neglecting her. She was terrified too; if Teacher Tang found out, her family and her reputation would be in unimaginable turmoil. Auntie

said, "You two are too bold. What if Wen Guo sees this?"

Teacher Zhou didn't speak, and neither did I.

Auntie continued, "You two be careful in the future. Don't be so blatant. Understand?"

Teacher Zhou said, "Yes, sister. We'll be careful."

At that moment, my friend woke up, groggily opening her eyes, surprised to see the three of us in the room.

I stole a glance at the aunt; her eyes were full of pity as she looked at him.

I said, "I'm so hungry. Let's go buy breakfast. Auntie, you should have a good talk with this guy." Then I put on my t-shirt, gestured for the aunt to leave, and closed the door. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I hugged Teacher Zhou tightly and apologized to her, saying I shouldn't have been angry earlier. Teacher Zhou said it was okay, I didn't blame you. Then she kissed me.

I knew that the woman in my arms was like a little bird that had almost been shot by a hunting rifle, lonely, helpless, weak, and terrified. Only by holding her tightly and returning her passionate kiss could I spare her from fear and pain.

12

That afternoon, to avoid the awkwardness of having dinner with Teacher Tang and to avoid unnecessary trouble,

despite my reluctance to part with Teacher Zhou, my old friend and I returned to the city, asking Teacher Zhou to give Teacher Tang a reason later.

When we left, the aunt had already left Teacher Zhou's house before us, saying she had some things to take care of; I didn't know if it was an excuse or if she really had something to do. Looking at his aunt's haggard face, my old friend's expression was filled with disappointment and pity.

It was clear that despite our efforts to create some private space for them, they hadn't really shared much beyond simple pleasantries.

In the evening, after dinner with my friend, we chatted over tea at my house. He talked about his situation in Australia—the sexy women, the scenery, the atmosphere—the loneliness and exclusion he felt abroad, and the economic situation back home, the decline of his hometown, and various other disappointments. We seemed to tacitly avoid mentioning each other's aunts or Teacher Zhou, chatting until after ten o'clock, when it seemed we had covered all our topics. I was incredibly sleepy, but my friend showed no sign of wanting to go home.

I mentioned watching "Young Mother" online recently and thought it was pretty good.

My friend asked if it was a Korean movie. I said I'd seen it too.

I handed him a pack of cigarettes and said yes.

My friend said he really liked the ending; the guy ended up marrying his mother-in-law and even had a son.

I lit a cigarette, handed the lighter to my old friend, and asked him, "Have you ever considered that your ending might be the same?"

My friend lit his cigarette, took a deep drag, sighed deeply, and after a long pause, asked me, "What about you and Teacher Zhou? Didn't you break up with your girlfriend?"

My friend threw this question back at me, and I was momentarily speechless, just as he was speechless. I also took a deep drag of my cigarette, feeling like my lungs were about to explode. I thought of Teacher Zhou, the woman who always told me to quit smoking. Actually, before I posed this question to my friend, I had rarely even thought about what would happen between Teacher Zhou and me.

My friend said, "Before you asked me this question, I almost never thought about how things would develop between us, what the ending would be. Because I knew that no matter how much I thought about it, our subconscious would tell us it was impossible. I don't know how our fate was arranged. Even during the time we were as sweet as a couple, I was just afraid of the passage of time, feeling that even maintaining the status quo was better. So I would avoid thinking about these kinds of questions, afraid that thinking about them would only make me more certain that it was a hopeless outcome."

I said, "Maybe that's why your aunt doesn't want to continue with you, because subconsciously she feels there's no future for you two. Maybe soon Teacher Zhou will think the same way too."

My old friend stubbed out his cigarette and said angrily, "Then why the hell did they rush in like moths to a flame in the first place?"

I said, "It's probably the same reason we fell head over heels for them back then. They weren't as brave as we imagined, but we showed them our responsibility and protection."

My friend kicked the coffee table and said, "All you do is analyze this psychology and that phenomenon, what's the use if you don't do anything?"

I was annoyed, but suppressing my anger, I said, "Then tell me what we should do."

My friend stood up and said, "We should do what men should do, let them feel our responsibility."

I said, "How?"

My friend said, "I'm going back to Australia in a little over a week, why don't you take a week off too? The four of us can go to Yunnan together."

I said, "Okay."

Thirteen.

Previously, Teacher Zhou had been wanting to go to Yunnan with me, so the next day, after I told her about my friend's suggestion, she kissed me hard on the cheek and immediately called the school to say she was unwell and needed to take a long leave. Perhaps due to Teacher Tang's current position in the Education Bureau, she readily agreed and offered words of comfort. Teacher Zhou politely hung up the phone and then called Teacher Tang, who was working in the countryside, saying she was going to Yunnan with her cousin and would leave the next day. Through the speakerphone, I heard Teacher Tang say that after working for so long, it was time to travel, but she didn't have time to see them off and told them to take care of themselves.

With everything arranged, Teacher Zhou jumped onto me, hugging my neck playfully like a child. Influenced by her, I was overjoyed and we kissed passionately. Teacher Zhou gestured for me to draw the curtains in the living room to avoid being seen by the neighbors across the street. I held Teacher Zhou, French kissing her as I drew the curtains.

For some reason, every time I French kissed Teacher Zhou, within seconds, my genitals would become incredibly aroused. Teacher Zhou knew this habit, so every time we French kissed, she would gently stroke my genitals through my pants,

teasing me. I pressed Teacher Zhou down on her sofa and continued kissing her. One hand slipped inside her clothes, into her bra, caressing her full breasts and touching her hardening nipples. Our tongues intertwined, and she occasionally let out soft moans. She unbuckled my belt, but instead of pulling down my pants, she slipped her hand through my waistband and into my underwear, teasing my throbbing erection.

I said, "Teacher Zhou, you promised me yesterday, but then you didn't. Now I want you to pay me back double."

Teacher Zhou grinned mischievously, "Double is fine, but I'm afraid you little pervert can't handle it."

I squeezed her breasts harder, saying, "I can't handle it! How dare you say your husband can't handle it?"

Teacher Zhou gasped, "You pervert! So much milk! My milk's coming out!"

I laughed, "Where did my wife get her milk? I want to nurse."

And so, in a flurry of teasing, we quickly undressed. I pressed myself against Ms. Zhou, who lay half-reclined on the sofa. I sucked on her nipple, teasing her with my tongue. Ms. Zhou held my head tightly with one hand, while the other stroked my genitals. Her right leg was raised and draped over my buttocks, and she moaned, "Husband, I want it."

I said, "Wife, how do I give it to you?"

Ms. Zhou rubbed her genitals against me, grabbing my penis and trying to guide it towards her. I deliberately raised my buttocks too high, so Ms. Zhou couldn't succeed after several attempts. She realized it was me who was doing it, and her face flushed as she said, "You're so naughty."

I said, "Wife, can we role-play today?"

Ms. Zhou said, "How do we role-play?"

I said, "How about I call you Mom?"

Ms. Zhou's expression changed, and she said, "No." She stopped what she was doing, and her right leg left my buttocks.

I didn't know what I had said wrong, but I was still startled and quickly asked her, "What's wrong, wife?"

Ms. Zhou said angrily, "I don't want you thinking about other women when we're making love."

I said, "I don't! I'm only thinking about you when we're having sex. I want to fuck you to death!"

Ms. Zhou ignored my joke and said aggrievedly, "You're definitely thinking about my cousin, otherwise why would you want to call me 'Mom'? You heartless bastard!"

I found it funny for a moment, feeling that a mature woman's jealousy was no different from a young girl's. I said, "Sister, please forgive me. I haven't thought about her at all. I'm set for life with just you."

Ms. Zhou said, "I don't believe you. From the moment you saw her, your eyes were fixed on her, and you were always asking about her."

I was both amused and exasperated, and said, "I can't help it if you don't believe me. I'm going to force myself on you."

As I spoke, I aimed my penis at Ms. Zhou's vagina and thrust it inside. Although Ms. Zhou was already overflowing with lubrication, she still let out a soft cry from the sudden stimulation. I lay on top of her, breathing into her ear, and slowly thrust in and out. Although she didn't struggle, she ignored me.

I said, "Ms. Zhou, I was wrong. I thought you would like this title."

Ms. Zhou said irritably, "Anyway, I don't care. You're always thinking about other women. What are you doing here with me?"

Tears involuntarily streamed down her face. The old saying goes that women are made of water, and it's true. I was momentarily at a loss, stopping thrusting but not pulling out.

I cupped Ms. Zhou's face, kissed away her tears, and said, "Ms. Zhou, why are you so insecure? In my eyes, you are the best woman I love, everything about you. I not only love your body, but I also love the intellectual charm you possess. Don't always think I'm thinking about other women, okay?"

Ms. Zhou pushed my face away and said, "Shameless! Why are you licking me like a dog?"

From Ms. Zhou's tone, I knew she wasn't angry anymore. With a few sudden thrusts, Ms. Zhou, caught off guard, cried out and slapped my back, calling me a pervert. The thrusting became even more vigorous. Ms. Zhou's legs were tightly wrapped around my buttocks, and she held my head, French kissing me. I, in turn, entwined my tongue with hers, while my hands grasped her large breasts. After a while, Ms. Zhou said she wanted to change positions, gesturing for me to lie on the sofa while she sat on top of me.

Looking at Ms. Zhou's beautiful breasts, her flowing hair moving on me, her flushed face glistening with sweat, I felt incredibly happy. Seeing me staring at her, Ms. Zhou guided my hands from her buttocks to her breasts and asked, "Son, are Mom's breasts big?"

I shuddered, seeing Ms. Zhou's embarrassed expression, and said, "Mom's breasts are so big, I love them."

Ms. Zhou said, "But Mom's breasts are a little saggy, they're not pretty. Your aunt's breasts aren't saggy."

I said, "Mom, this is papaya milk. I looked it up on Baidu. It's abnormal for yours not to sag at this age. Auntie's is small, so it definitely won't sag."

Teacher Zhou said, "My dear son knows quite a lot. Come and drink some milk." After saying that, Teacher Zhou changed from the lotus position to a position I didn't recognize, and she lay on top of me, wriggling against me. I cupped Teacher Zhou's breasts and sucked hard. Teacher Zhou was incredibly happy and soon came, leaving my genitals covered in her fluids.

Finally, after Teacher Zhou had come several times, I also reached my climax, ejaculating all my semen into Teacher Zhou's uterus.

The blush on Teacher Zhou's face became even more pronounced. She lay in my arms, her hair disheveled, and I felt a strange warmth.

Teacher Zhou said, "I don't want to call you son anymore, and I don't want you to call me Mom." "I don't like it."

I stroked Teacher Zhou's smooth back, kissed her forehead, and said, "Okay."

Perhaps love is about mutual tolerance. Although Ms. Zhou is a mature woman, she's still a little woman at heart, especially in front of someone she likes. So I couldn't expect her to always tolerate me.

Looking back now, Ms. Zhou and I were probably too excited that day, so much so that when we were sitting on her sofa, we were so careless that we didn't notice if the curtains were fully drawn. This later proved to be a fatal blow to both of us.

Of course, that's another story.

Fourteen

. Auntie initially didn't want to go. After Jiang Yan went abroad, she had nothing to do, so she opened a women's clothing store at home. Auntie used the excuse that she needed to take care of the business to decline. Fortunately, Ms. Zhou kept pleading with her, and finally persuaded Auntie to come with us. But it was clear that Auntie was actually quite happy inside.

So, we packed our bags and boarded the train to Kunming.

Our old friend had planned to fly directly to Kunming, but we couldn't resist the joint insistence of Ms. Zhou and Auntie, so we had to take the train instead. Ms. Zhou even said that a train journey is a truly memorable trip.

We bought soft sleeper tickets, which, although they were bunk beds, were the kind with doors, like small private rooms. This suited us perfectly—not too many people would bother us, and it wasn't noisy. As soon as we boarded, Auntie and Teacher Zhou were like birds released from their cages, incredibly excited. The two of them sat cross-legged on one of the lower berths, chattering incessantly, completely ignoring the two of us men. After countless protests to no avail, my friend and I had no choice but to sit on the other lower berth and pass the time by playing chess. It wasn't until they lost interest in the train and got tired of chatting that they remembered us.

Teacher Zhou stretched out her leg and kicked my arm, saying, "Are you two grown men having fun, leaving two beautiful women like us out there playing chess by yourselves?"

Teacher Zhou's appearance, expression, and the happy tone in her voice made her seem more and more like a woman deeply in love, as if this trip was our honeymoon. And her happiness directly influenced me.

I said, "Sister, you two were chatting about all sorts of things and ignoring us, and now you've taken the initiative."

The aunt sat to the side, smiling silently. Her old friend was contemplating her next move and had no intention of joining our conversation. I said, "Auntie, tell me, is my teacher Zhou reasonable or not? She's nothing like you, so knowledgeable, gentle, and charming." I turned to Liu Ming, who was either contemplating his next move or pretending to, and said, "Right, Liu Ming?"

Teacher Zhou gave me a wink, indicating she knew I wanted to bring these two, each with their own thoughts, into our conversation. Then she said to the aunt, "Sister, did you hear that? This is what this guy said about you. See why you've always been so popular, even now that you're old?" The

aunt laughed and said, "Don't listen to this kid's nonsense. He's just being hypocritical. If it were me, I would have kicked him out long ago, to make him praise other women in front of me."

Teacher Zhou said, "I couldn't bear to kick him; what if I hurt him?" Right?

I picked up where Teacher Zhou left off, saying, "Our Teacher Zhou, as a teacher, doesn't usually presume to do anything, he just pinches people. Haha. Could it be that Auntie, you used to kick Liu Ming like that?" Teacher Zhou and I both laughed exaggeratedly.

Auntie was incredibly embarrassed; her face flushed red, and her voice seemed to tremble in her throat, barely audible: "Don't be silly."

My old friend, who hadn't yet entered the scene, seemed to understand Teacher Zhou and my matchmaking intentions. He pushed a soldier towards the Chu-Han border (a metaphor for a romantic relationship), then pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "Back then, my heart only belonged to Auntie; how could there be anyone else?"

Auntie's face turned even redder. She stared at my friend for a moment, and he looked back at her. Their eyes met, and they awkwardly looked away.

I said, "I can see that. After all, you're so talkative in front of us, but you don't say a word in front of the woman you love." I deliberately emphasized "the woman you love."

Teacher Zhou said, "Unlike you, so talkative. She's truly and genuinely in love."

The aunt said softly, "It's all in the past, what's the point of bringing it up?"

My friend said, "But I don't want to become the past.

" The aunt lowered her head, playing with her fingers, and said, "The past is the past. You have to look forward."

I said, "Auntie, how can you be so old-fashioned? What era are we living in? You're still so conservative. You should bravely pursue love, live in the present, why think so much?"

The aunt said, "What do you know?

" My friend said, "Yeah. I just don't understand, that's why I've been a fool for so long, still thinking about you. "

The aunt didn't speak, and I didn't know how to respond. Teacher Zhou said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I guess that's how it is for you two."

The aunt said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's rest."

My friend got off the sleeper berth and stood up, angrily saying, "What are you worried about? That night when we were having late-night snacks, I saw how happy you were, I thought we could be like before, but why did your heart change so quickly?"

The aunt didn't speak, like a child who had done something wrong, continuing to play with her fingers.

My friend continued, "How long are you going to suppress your feelings?" A lifetime.

The train rattled along, and who knows how many melodramatic scenes, unrequited emotions, and absurd things were unfolding in those carriages at this very moment. As bystanders, we can easily watch other people's stories, but the true bitterness, pain, and understanding within are probably only known to the individuals themselves. Auntie's eyes reddened; she tried to hold back her tears, but finally, she couldn't hold them back any longer and burst into tears like a baby. Her friend's eyes also reddened. He went to Auntie's side, hugged her head, and Auntie nestled her head against her friend's waist, sobbing loudly, as if releasing years of suppressed emotions and longing.

I gestured for Teacher Zhou to go outside and close the door, leaving Auntie and her friend some space. We sat in the connecting area between the carriages, and Teacher Zhou nestled in my arms, rubbing her face against my chest.

I asked if they would reconcile.

Teacher Zhou said, "Probably. My cousin has suffered so much. She's been suppressing her feelings, afraid to speak them aloud."

I asked, "Will we end up like them, loving each other deeply but having to suppress our feelings?"

Teacher Zhou buried her head even deeper and said, "No. I just love being held so tightly by you like this; it makes me feel safe."

I looked out the train window. Vast expanses of yellow faded behind us, and the endless fields of rapeseed flowers under the setting sun appeared incredibly vibrant, like a magnificent oil painting. I didn't know whether the rapeseed flowers added to the sunset's beauty, or whether the sunset painted the rapeseed flowers.

Fifteen.

On the train, Teacher Zhou seemed to have returned to her seventeen-year-old self. For me, this was incredibly gratifying, not only because I felt the love of a mature woman from her, but most importantly, because I sensed her happiness because of my presence.

The train journey lasted over twenty hours. During this time, we nestled together, sharing our innermost feelings and eagerly anticipating the sweet journey ahead. The relationship between Auntie and her old friend also improved significantly. Auntie became more talkative, no longer so silent, and although occasionally shy, she was willing to cuddle with her old friend in front of Teacher Zhou and me. The four of us were like young men and women on a high school graduation trip.

We ate in the restaurant, and Ms. Zhou and Auntie would occasionally burst into laughter because of our risqué jokes or anecdotes, attracting sidelong glances from others. But our joyful travel mood didn't bother us. Perhaps to others, we seemed close in age. Although there were fine crow's feet around our eyes, it didn't detract from Ms. Zhou and Auntie's beauty. Their appearance and demeanor didn't reveal any age difference between us; we were like any normal couple in love.

We arrived in Kunming on the second night and took a taxi straight to the hotel that Teacher Zhou had booked before boarding the train. The ride was silent, perhaps due to exhaustion, or perhaps because everyone had their own plans. Teacher Zhou had only booked two rooms; according to her, I would share one with her, and my aunt and my friend would share the other. Teacher Zhou winked at me a few times, and I understood what she meant. To be honest, I wasn't sure if my friend and aunt could share a room in this situation.

As we approached the hotel, I broke the silence, saying, "Teacher Zhou only booked two rooms, how are we going to sleep?"

Teacher Zhou didn't speak, but I could tell she was very satisfied that I understood her. My aunt remained silent as well.

After a while, my friend said, "I'll share a room with you, and my aunt and Teacher Zhou can share a room."

I was annoyed, but knowing I had no other choice, I could only say, "No objections, let's do that."

After arriving at the hotel, everyone was exhausted, and we agreed to take a shower and then go get something to eat together. Teacher Zhou and Auntie went to 508, while my friend and I stayed in 507 next door.

I told my friend to go take a shower first. After she went into the shower, I came out of the room and saw Teacher Zhou standing at the door, hands behind her back, standing straight, giggling at me. She said, "My boyfriend is getting better and better at understanding me. He knows what I'm thinking in the blink of an eye."

As she spoke, she leaned her head towards me. I hugged Teacher Zhou's head and buried it in my arms, rubbing her hair, and said, "Of course, how could I not know what you're thinking? Otherwise, how could I be your husband?"

Teacher Zhou said in my arms, "Ugh, my hair looks awful and you still smell it."

I said, "Teacher Zhou, you think about everything."

Teacher Zhou said, "Shameless." She buried her head even deeper.

I said, "What are we going to do tonight? Are we going to stay like this for a week? What are we doing out here then?"

Teacher Zhou said with dissatisfaction, "Isn't anything else on your mind besides that?"

I was speechless for a moment because of her serious tone.

Teacher Zhou teased, "I'll pamper you. I'll talk to my cousin later. We'll see how it goes."

I said, "I knew my wife was the best. Let's go back to our room, take a shower, and then go out to eat."

Teacher Zhou said, "No, they won't be here so soon anyway. Let's go in and shower later."

I said, "I want to shower with you."

Teacher Zhou playfully punched me, saying, "You're such a naughty girl."

Just then, a couple came out of room 506 next door. Seeing us flirting, the man smiled at me and nodded in greeting. The woman, however, held onto the man's arm, her head bowed low, and followed him into the elevator. Instinctively, this couple didn't seem like ordinary lovers. I gestured to Teacher Zhou to look at the couple who had just come downstairs, but Teacher Zhou, still basking in my arms, didn't answer.

Sixteen.

After the four of us had showered, it was already eleven o'clock.

Stepping out of the hotel, the refreshing breeze was incredibly soothing. From that moment on, my fondness for Kunming exploded, not only because of the cool breeze and the lush trees, but also because of the two beautiful women beside us, like water lilies emerging from the water.

Teacher Zhou insisted on eating the most authentic steamed chicken in a clay pot, but after asking around several places, we couldn't find any. Disappointed, we sat down at a place that looked like a roadside stall, ordered a large plate of rice cakes and some unidentifiable local specialties, a few bottles of beer, and two cans of Jia Duo Bao (a popular herbal tea brand). Teacher Zhou was unhappy that we drank so much beer, and I said we could return it if we didn't want any more. Teacher Zhou pouted and said, "When have you ever not been drunk?"

I teased Teacher Zhou, and inadvertently noticed Auntie and Old Friend exchanging glances, seemingly hesitant to speak. I knew their relationship was growing increasingly harmonious, which made me very happy. After a while, Teacher Zhou stopped teasing me when the various snacks arrived and began to eat heartily, without caring about her image. Perhaps it was hunger, but looking at her little girl, I felt a warm current flowing through my heart.

During the meal, my old friend and I ate and drank to our hearts' content. My aunt and Teacher Zhou discussed tomorrow's itinerary.

On the way back to the hotel, I took Teacher Zhou's hand, she took my aunt's, and my aunt, slightly embarrassed, took my old friend's. The four of us walked side by side on Kunming's clean sidewalk. Kunming at night was exceptionally peaceful, distant stars twinkling in the night sky, and occasional breezes rustling the roadside trees seemed to provide background music.

Teacher Zhou suggested we sing as we walked, and we sang Phoenix Legend's "Free Flying," eventually laughing out loud, feeling a little embarrassed. In those brief moments, we forgot everything—worldly concerns, reality, whatever—we lived in the present, just being ourselves. And those brief moments were our happiest, unrelated to sex.

Back at the hotel, we ran into the couple from room 506. They had just returned and were waiting for the elevator. I nodded to the man, who nodded back without saying anything. The woman beside him kept her head down, clinging to his arm, like his shadow. In the elevator

, I saw the woman's profile in the mirror: a fair, pretty face, long legs in tight jeans and flat shoes, and a long t-shirt.

This outfit didn't seem strange to me; even though it was night, it was still the middle of summer.

After getting off the elevator, Teacher Zhou said he wanted to see our room. I said, "What's so special about this? It's all the same." Teacher Zhou

glared at me. I said, "Then a warm welcome to the two beautiful ladies."

In the room, I turned on the TV. It was already 1 a.m., and a ridiculously melodramatic anti-Japanese war drama was playing.

Teacher Zhou said, "I was so sleepy just now. Now I'm not sleepy at all."

Auntie said, "Indeed, a shower and a walk make me feel much better; I'm not so tired anymore."

Teacher Zhou said, "Yeah, I don't want to sleep, let's play cards."

Auntie said, "Forget it, we have to go out tomorrow, let's go to sleep early."

Teacher Zhou said, "Anyway, we're not on a tour, let's be spontaneous. We can sleep in tomorrow and then see where's fun nearby. It officially starts the day after tomorrow." Teacher Zhou gave us a nod and asked what we thought. I was more than happy to, and my friend agreed.

Auntie couldn't persuade us otherwise and asked what cards we wanted to play.

My friend took out a deck of cards from the cabinet where condoms and other things were kept, and opened it. I went over, looked at the condoms, and deliberately said loudly, "Jissbon, ugh, why do hotels always sell this kind of junk?"

Teacher Zhou threw a pillow at me, "You book a lot of rooms, don't you?"

I hugged the pillow and sat down next to Teacher Zhou, grinning foolishly.

The four of us decided to play "Upgrading" (a card game), my friend and I...

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