The little girl who stole the phone

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This happened around August of last year. The weather was still very hot then, and I was in a terrible
mood because my ex-girlfriend, whom I still loved deeply, had recently gotten married.
That day, I didn't ride my bike to the TV station as usual because a friend had borrowed it. He was probably out having fun
with his girlfriend somewhere. I didn't bother to remind him to take good care of my precious bike as usual. I didn't have the heart for it
. I was feeling very depressed and listless at that time.
I spent the whole day at work spacing out, and then it was time to leave. I went to the bike parking area to get my bike, only to realize
I hadn't even brought it. I walked out of the office feeling helpless, not knowing where to go.
It was rush hour, the streets were bustling with traffic, and I felt the world
was too chaotic, as if everyone was roaring and struggling. But when I really looked at them, I found they
only had numb faces. In fact, didn't I also want to be numb? I don't know
what has happened recently, why I am so desperate. I have not lost anything, but I feel like I have lost the whole
world .
I wandered aimlessly through this gray city until the streetlights came on, and I realized it
was getting late. The phone rang; it was my mom, asking if I was coming home for dinner. I told her I might be home late, or maybe I was
at a friend's, and not to wait for me, and then I hung up.
After hanging up the phone, I started to think about where I should settle down. Most of my friends are of marriageable age,
and they are all experiencing the sweetness or struggle of love. I don't want to disturb them, whether they are happy or in pain at this moment.
Everyone has to go through these things and bear them. I can't even help myself, so what right do I have to help
others out of their predicament? If they are happy, wouldn't my existence seem even more superfluous?
I came to a crossroads and was once again at a loss, unsure which way to go. Staring at the red light across the street, I
started to space out again.
Suddenly, I was disturbed by a chaotic commotion. The crowd seemed disorganized, and several children were
running towards me at breakneck speed. I had no idea what was happening, but I was certain something was wrong. It wasn't until the running children had
scattered the crowd that I saw a young woman chasing after them, shouting.
By the time I understood what she was yelling, the children had already passed me.
"Thief! Thief! Thief! He's stolen something!" the woman screamed at the top of her lungs. But I couldn't help
but laugh. I guessed she usually tried to present herself as a lady, but now…
Chapter Two
I always believe I have a strong sense of justice, but my friends and my mom
say it's just meddling.
I chased after the children, leaving the woman behind. Children will be children, and I
caught two of them after only a few steps. One of them, a little girl, was clutching a cell phone tightly in her hand. The phone's large casing looked jarringly out of place in her
tiny, delicate hand. Before I could even decide what to do, the woman had already caught up
…
She came over and tried to snatch the phone, then tried to hit the two children. I didn't know what to do. And then...
In the ensuing chaos, the little boy seized the opportunity to escape. The little girl, however, refused to let go, and the two became entangled, thus
the poor girl never had a chance to escape.
The woman eventually got her phone back and, feeling a surge of satisfaction, slapped the little girl twice across the face.
Because of this, the sympathy I had initially felt for her now fell on the little girl. I pulled her away and told her to
go first , that I would take the child to the police station… She left without even saying thank you, probably thinking she
could get her stolen phone back without me. But I didn't think so.
The woman left, but the child remained standing there, perhaps frightened. The crowd gradually dispersed,
and I grabbed her and started to leave, not knowing where to go—maybe the police station, I didn't know—and she didn't resist
…
We entered a small street, and she began trying to break free from my grasp. This annoyed me, and I threatened
to take her to the police station if she continued to cause trouble, afraid of attracting attention, even though there weren't many people on this street.
She stopped struggling but started sobbing, looking pitiful. But I knew I didn't need to pity her, and I
knew there was nothing I could do for her. Should I really take her to the police station? What would happen then? She was so young,
what could the police do to her? Besides, I might get myself into trouble because of it. I stopped again,
unsure of what to do next.
Chapter Three
It's probably around 8 PM now. I'm not hungry yet, but I want to drink. I'd like to find a place to sit and have something to eat.
"Have something, have a drink." But I never thought I should put this child down first.
We went into a barbecue restaurant. I don't know why we came here. Actually, I don't want to go back to this
place . This is where my ex-girlfriend and I had our first date. I hate her and everything related to her. But all this
hatred comes from my deep love for her.
The surroundings were still familiar, but the feelings were no longer the same. We sat down, ordered some food
, and I even ordered beer for myself. I didn't treat this little one in front of me like a thief at all; I treated her as a friend,
a friend I didn't know very well yet, and it all seemed to happen naturally.
She ate voraciously, partly due to hunger, and partly because I doubted she'd ever tasted such delicious food before. I
asked her her name and age. She didn't answer, just stared at me. Her gaze wasn't malicious; it was the innocent,
childlike wariness characteristic of children. After that, we didn't speak again.
I hadn't drunk too much because I hadn't found a place to stay yet, and I didn't want to go home today, for no
particular reason . I paid the bill and was about to leave, not intending to take the child with me. But as I walked out of the store, I found she was still
following me. I ignored her and kept walking, and I don't know how long I walked, but I still couldn't shake her off
. Of course, I didn't do it intentionally.
我转身朝她走过去，她则停下了脚步。我们呆呆的注视良久。大概过了５分
钟，或者更长，这期间我的思想一片空白。等我回过神来，拉起了她的手，向另
外一个我不想再去的地方走去。
我打开房门，把灯点亮，也招唿她进来。一切还是那么熟悉，包括这屋子的
味道。这是我跟前女友曾经住过的地方。过去每当周末或者假期我们都会来这里
浪漫两天。
光线亮了，我才开始认真打量眼前这个小姑娘。她脸上很脏，衣服也是，还
有鞋，其实她没什么地方是干净的。所以，我决定先让她洗澡。
我爲她烧了水，虽然这是夏天，但我坚持要让她洗热水澡。她仍然不支声，
也不打算进浴室。我对她说：「要么洗澡，要么离开这里！」，然后我就去把电
视打开，躺在床上发呆。过了一会儿，浴室传来水流的声音，我知道，她没走。
我走到浴室门口，收拾起她扔在地板上的衣服，然后通通把他们扔进了垃圾
桶。我走进浴室，她立刻变的防备，当然，也带着些须的害羞。我并没多想，因
爲她是个孩子，我问她水温合适吗，她点点头，不说话，我走出浴室，顺手把一
件睡衣扔给她，并嘱咐她，洗完澡换上。
那件睡衣曾经穿在我女朋友的身上，她穿睡衣很性感，而现在……我再也看
不到她爲我穿上睡衣，再也看不到了。
女孩子穿上睡衣走了出来，有点滑稽，尺码明显的不合适她。我笑了。她看
到镜子里的自己也笑了，我第一次见她笑，很漂亮。但当她发现自己的笑容正被
一个陌生男人欣赏时，立刻就将它收敛了起来。
我对她说：「你的衣服我都扔进垃圾箱了，今天先这样吧，明天去给你买件
新的。」她还是不说话，站在原地看着我。我走到她跟前，把她又拉回了卫生间，
让她刷牙一切都结束后，我回到了卧室，她跟了进来，但只是站在电视旁边。我
让她去床上躺着看电视，她没反应。所以我只好把她抱了过去，然后把她塞进被
子，我也上了床。此后我们仍旧保持沈默。一会儿功夫，她就睡着了，我把电视
和灯关好也躺下了，一天下来，真的累了……梦中我见到了她，我的女朋友，我
梦见她穿着那件睡衣躺在我的怀里，我能闻见她的香味，那种能让我无法安分的
女人香。睡梦里我把头靠在了她的胸前，睡衣上的味道让我心跳加速。我把手挪
到了她的身上，我不知道她是谁，也许是我的女友，或者是……，我不知道，我
此刻顾不上那些了。我把她抱住，用腿紧紧的夹住。她在反抗，好像是在反抗，
但不剧烈，我开始亲吻她，她不答应，我用手掰住她的下巴，用力的吻她，她无
能爲力。
我把手深进了内衣，用力的扯开，然后压在了她的身上。让她动弹不得，但
我知道，她在试图挣扎。我发疯似的吻她，脸颊、嘴唇、胳膊、肚脐、直到她的
下身，她拼了命的把腿合并起来，我则用力的把他们扯开，然后把脸深深的埋在
她的私处，我开始用力的吮吸，甚至是嘶咬，她不停的摆动，企图挣脱，这让我
更加兴奋。我把她的双腿使劲擡高，然后搭在我的肩膀两侧，并用身体的重力勐
压下去，她被我压的彻底无法发抗了，我将我的弟弟放到她的下面，开始摩擦，
并试图进入，但那很难，我好像找不到入口。我很着急，但那一刻的兴奋让我疯
狂和暴躁，我起身再次对准了她的阴道口，勐的一顶，她大叫了起来，并开始哭，
我并没有完全进去，也不去理会她的痛苦，我大概疯了，继续往里顶，用力的顶，
她则一直尖叫着，开始喊疼。
她开始放声大哭，我则完全进入了她的身体。那感觉与衆不同，但我来不及
细细的品味，因爲我已经狂躁到了顶点。我的弟弟在她的身体里摩擦，快速的摩
擦，我很快就要到达快乐的巅峰了。她再也没力气反抗，只是在抽泣，完全任我
摆布，我把她压在身下，快速的抽插，直到精液流出。
我滩在她的身上，渐渐的睡去，直到天亮。
我醒来时压在小女孩儿身，她还在睡着。我回想起昨天夜里的事，就立刻爬
起来，才发现被子上，褥子上，还有她的腿上，以及我的……全是血迹，我脑子
一下子象是炸了，这怎么可能，她还是孩子。我以爲这是梦，直到现在，我觉得
这梦还没有醒来。我狠狠的抽了自己两个嘴巴，这不是梦……
我躺在床上，眼望着天花板，沈默或是等待她的醒来。我不知道该如何面对
她，更不知道该怎么处理接下来的一切。
她醒了，终于醒了，眼睛红肿着，我不敢看她。她想起身，但发出一种疼痛
的叫声，然后又躺了下来。
「下面疼吗？」我问她，但我不去看她。
「恩！」她第一次说话，只有一个字，但我听得出，她的声音有些沙哑。
「昨天晚上……」我企图解释些什么，但我确实无从辩解，尤其对一个孩子，
我不知道该怎么说，「你多大了？」
「十岁！」
天啊，到此爲止她只对我说了三个字，但这已足够让我无地自容。我居然对
一个十岁的孩子做了这些。我不想伤害她，至少我的初衷不是这样的。
「昨天晚上是哥哥不好，你生气吗？」我不知道该怎么说，或许她根本不知
道她爲什么该生气，也许是昨天夜里有个人弄疼她了，除此之外，她还能想到什
么？
她又开始沈默。
「我们起来收拾一下，然后去给你买衣服好吗？」
她看着我，眼神里并没有责备或是憎恨，但我知道，我并不应该因此而感到
欣慰，我把她连同毯子一起抱到浴室，我不想让她把那些血迹看的这么分明，因
爲我不知道该如何向她做出解释。我帮她洗干净了身体，将睡衣和毯子也一起丢
进了垃圾桶。
我爲她做了些早饭，安排她在家里看电视，然后将门反锁后就离开了。我想
去给她买件衣服。
在一家童装专卖店里，我爲她挑了两件衣服。我连价钱也没问，只顾着匆匆
赶回去，怕再出什么乱子。她在家里很安稳，还坐那里看电视，只不过桌上的盘
子都空了。我问她吃饱了没？她点点头，不说话。我把手上的衣服举起来让她看，
她起起身子，又坐下了。我把衣服放到她跟前，让她试一下。她不肯，我笑着鼓
励她。她穿上了那件淡蓝色的裙子，非常漂亮，也很合适。她在镜子跟前来回的
看，只不过看她走动起来还是有些不自然。
「好看吗？」我笑着也来到镜子旁边。
「恩！」她笑了，显得格外高兴，只是还不肯多说一个字。
「还有一件啊，也是你的，不想试一下吗？」。这次她痛快多了，高兴的跑
过去，脱下了裙子，换上新衣服，似乎不再顾虑有个男人正在看着她。
还好，衣服都很合适，她也喜欢。接下来我带她去了公园，然后又去吃饭，
再然后……总之那天我们回到住处时已经是晚上９点了，她对我好像也不在有抵
触。
晚上我们照旧躺在床上看电视，只不过这次我把她搂在怀里。我又想起昨天
夜里的事，脸上开始有些发烫。
「我热——」她的话打断了我的思绪。
「那把睡衣脱掉吧！」我很自然的这样说。但我又忽然想到，她这么做对我
来说意味着什么。
她依旧在我怀里，我的手不敢碰她的身体，但这并不是我的意愿。电视里播
放的什么此刻我已全然没有心思再去关注。我只是想拼命的管住自己。但我还是
失败了。我的手开始在她的身上来回的磨蹭，她并不在乎，只是在看电视，并不
时的发出笑声，也许节目里有什么让她觉得好笑，我不知道。我的胆子越来越大，
开始摸她的屁股，她扭扭身体，看着我笑，我对她笑笑，她继续看起电视来。我
顺着屁股缝往下摸，直到碰到她的私处，我的动作很轻，我想让她有一些舒服的
感觉。「好痒啊！」她笑着对我说，我看得出来，起码她不痛苦。我沖她笑笑。
我变地更加大胆，开始抚摸她的阴蒂，她并没有强烈的反应，只是把腿越夹
越紧，我的手指在她阴道口来回摩擦，她并不了解这是在干什么。终于她把我的
手推了一下，然后笑着说：「痒死了！」我一边问她哪里痒，一边把毯子扔到了
一边，把头凑到了她的下面。
「这里痒吗？」我问她，我觉得机会来了。
她有些害羞，不出声，我看着她的私处，心情再也没办法平静。
那真的是小女孩的私处，柔嫩的象水，顔色淡而粉，在你眼前的只是一条诱
人的缝隙，而这条缝的两侧又略微的象上凸起，显得极具立体感。我真不敢相信
我的身体曾经进入过这样一个美丽的世界。我开始不自觉的舔她的下身，她则试
图抽回身子。
「别害怕好吗？不会再疼了，哥哥会轻轻的，试一下，好吗？」我想尽量安
抚住她，她也不在抽身。
我轻轻的舔她，她的阴户，阴蒂，会阴，她并不痛苦，所以没有反抗，直到
我再也无法忍受，我褪去了裤子……
她看到我直挺挺的弟弟有些害怕，我叫她别怕，她很听话。我把弟弟放到她
面前，让她象吃棒棒糖那样吸，她照做了，但做的并不好，我没有强迫她，继续
进攻她的下身……我的舌尖沿着她私处的细缝一直舔，并轻轻将其拨开，打探里
面的一切。她太嫩了，这很容易让我兽性大发。我舔她的阴蒂，并开始把一根手
指塞进她的阴道。她又开始抽身子，我则用另一只闲着的手臂将她按住。
我的喘息声越来越粗，而她除了小声说疼以外再没了别的动静。我已忍无可
忍，想要再次占有她。
我把弟弟放在了她的阴道口，来回摩擦，而她也许完全不理解我意图。我开
始往里顶，很慢。她开始叫疼，我让她放松，但我更多的注意力还集中在下半身。
你很难想像，当你看到自己的弟弟正在缓缓的进入那样一个稚嫩的身体时你
会有多么兴奋。她一直在喊疼，我的耐心似乎再也无法跟狂躁抗衡，于是我用足
力气，将弟弟一插到底。
她并没哭，但一直跟我说她疼，我告诉她很快就好了。我开始抽插，不敢太
狠。我眼睛看着我们身体结合的地方，那种摩擦让我难以自持。我要疯了，我想
疯狂的去干。终于我也这么做了。
我加快了速度，而且异常的凶狠，每一下都要将她刺穿。她开始轻声的呻吟，
但我并不知道她爲何要这样。我把她的双腿抗在肩上，深深的插入，她一下子把
眼睛睁大，要将我推开，并大声说疼。我不去管她，反而用身子压住她，继续抽
送，每一下都用尽力气。
我要射了，但我并不想这么早就结束，于是我把弟弟抽出，让她趴下，我想
换个姿势。
她似乎并不配合，躺在那里一动不动，也许是受到了刺激。我把她翻过身去，
对准了她的私处，一桶到底。她仍旧在喊疼，并用手狠狠的抓住枕头。过去我很
少用背入式的体位，但现在我想尝试一切可以尝试的。
我感觉到了疲累，汗珠顺着脸颊淌下来。我用双手扶在她的腰间，然后把她
用力的往我身上撞击。我越来越狠，似乎要将眼前这个孩子撞死在床上。快感源
源不断的袭击我的身体，我忍不住将精液射向了她的体内。
我累坏了，一下子趴在床上，她也是，一动不动的趴在那里。过了不知道多
久，我翻过身来，碰碰她，没反应。我把她抱过来，让她趴在我的身上。
她并没睡着，大概是吓坏了。我抚摸着她的发髻，试图让她镇静下来。
等我醒来时已经天亮。她还趴在我身上，也睡着了。我的弟弟又硬了，而且
很不安分。我不想再伤害她，但这无法打断我回忆起昨天的刺激，也许将错就错
是我唯一的出路。
我图了些唾液在她的下面，这时她还在熟睡，然后我又开始侵占她的身体。
这次进入似乎容易一些，但疼痛还是将她惊醒。我想控制自己先不要有任何
动作。
但人一旦进入了那个美丽的世界，你的一切举动似乎都再难由自己来主宰了。
我又开始抽插，她则无助的趴在我的身上。我用胳膊紧紧的抱住她，下身则
加快了速度。她开始不安，想挣脱，也许她过于疼痛。我用力的按住她，并开始
亲吻她。
我不喜欢男下女上的体位，过去也很少用，所以做起来还是感觉不够痛快。
于是，我又把她压在了身下。
我不知道自己还能玩什么花样，只是狠狠的干着眼前这个小女孩。我插的又
快又狠，甚至我能感觉到自己的神经在紧紧的绷着。刺激来的太勐，高潮来的也
就太快，而我也不想再去延缓它的到来。我已经变地疯狂，在她的身子里爲所欲
爲，乳白色的精液第三次射在她的身体里。
一切都结束了，我压在她的身上。渐渐的睡过去，我想她也是。因爲当我再
次醒来的时候她是睡着的。
I have to consider my next steps because I have to go to work tomorrow, and I don't plan to renew the lease
on this apartment. Most importantly, I don't want to continue this sinful situation.
I don't know how to put an end to this. Actually, I could just leave her somewhere
and walk away, but I don't think that way. Because of the two days we've spent together, I've actually found it hard to let her go.
Maybe this attachment just stems from my sexual needs, but it's definitely a deep-seated longing.
Of course, I can't keep her by my side. It's not that I'm incapable of taking care of her; if I wanted to,
no one could stop me. But fear often wells up from the bottom of my heart. Sooner or later, she will understand
everything that happened today, and when that time comes, I will no longer be able to hide the sins I committed today.
I was confused and thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find any answers. She slept beside me, looking
so pitiful, which made it even harder for me to make a decision... When she woke up, we had lunch together. She didn't eat much and
was no longer fierce. Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps the shock, that made her look a little tired. After lunch, I carried her back to
bed, and she quickly fell asleep again.
All afternoon, I lay beside her—the girl who had turned me into a demon over the past two days. Now,
I have to make a decision to restore peace to everything. I hope it will all be in the past,
preferably washed away by time without a trace.
She seemed much better after waking up. I took her out. The streets were bustling with people again in the evening. I
wondered what expressions they would have of me and the little girl beside me. Perhaps they didn't even
notice us; I hoped that was the case.
We went to a Western restaurant for dinner. I ordered a lot of food, hoping she would eat more. In fact, she ate
quite a bit, and I was happy to watch her eat.
After dinner, we strolled along the street, but the route was one I had planned beforehand. Around 7 p.m.,
we returned to that intersection—the place where I had mistaken her for a thief and caught her.
The sky was gradually darkening, layer by layer. I stopped, knelt down, and held her tightly in my arms. For a long time,
I dared not utter a sound…
"Go find your family!" I said, then turned and walked away. I didn't want to look back, but I knew she would follow.
I stopped again and turned around. When she saw that I had stopped, she didn't come any closer. I walked towards her and patted her
head. I wanted to be harsher on her, but that was too difficult.
"Don't follow me anymore, go find your family!" I finally shed tears, which was obviously a bit exaggerated.
For days, maybe even weeks, I'd been hoping for a chance to have a good cry. I didn't know
what was causing it, but I could clearly feel an unbearable pressure; I wanted to cry, but
I couldn't . And today…
I pushed her away, ran quickly to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and sped off. In my heart, I
shouted to her, "Go find your family!"
And so we broke up. I went back to my own home. My parents were already
used to . As long as I didn't cause trouble outside, they said they wouldn't interfere. But this time... I dare not think about it anymore.
Later, a few days later, I learned on television that a group of
people who made a living by theft had recently arrived in our city. Calling it theft was a bit of a stretch; it was practically robbery. They often used children to commit their crimes. After a crackdown by the
police , they have gradually left the city.
I was thinking that the little girl might have been one of them, perhaps already gone somewhere else,
possibly still continuing her life of theft. I wonder if she still remembers me, and I hope not, because in her
life, I was destined not to be a shining figure. I hope she can forget me, forget everything related to me
; and I, too, will simply treat it as a dream, and forget it forever… The little girl who stole the phone.
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