Rapids

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Life is sometimes simple, like a seemingly calm sea, the sun shining brightly, the surface reflecting the light, shimmering. Other times, however, it is turbulent, white waves rolling, one after another, rising with astonishing force, as if it could swallow everything in the blink of an eye.
That's just how it is! We inevitably experience wave after wave, and those fierce waves will etch indelible marks on our hearts.
We are always waiting for the next wave.
In the early 1990s, Taiwan's economy still had a naive and thriving atmosphere. Lee Teng-hui had only been president for a short time, and the Tiananmen Square incident had only occurred two or three years prior. Social attitudes were not yet very open, but politics had already begun to corrupt.
I was indifferent to all of this, having just entered high school.
When the results were released and I found out I had been accepted into my first-choice high school in Taichung, I was overjoyed for a long time. Although I was an only child, without siblings, my cousins, with whom I had always played, lived nearby. I spent a very happy and carefree summer with them and a group of boys who were trying to woo them, going up mountains and down to the sea.
After a pleasant summer vacation, I began my high school life.
It was an all-girls school, and life was actually quite ordinary. Under the immense pressure of the college entrance exams, studying and tutoring were the main focuses of my life. Watching TV, reading novels, and reading comics were my entertainment. I didn't particularly enjoy studying, but under the pressure of college entrance exams, I still had to persevere.
After a uneventful first year of high school, I made a good friend named Meimei. She was quite different from me; she was very hardworking and cared a lot about her grades, always ranking first or second in the class.
Meimei's personality was quite strange. My name is Jiang Churong, and most people call me "Xiao Rong" or "Rongrong," but she called me "Chuchu."
"Chuchu? That's strange!" I said, frowning.
"The character 'Rong' is too common; I don't like it. The character 'Chu' is very special; even the teachers can't pronounce it. I can tell at a glance that it means 'book,' hehe!! Who told me to be so well-read!!" Meimei said proudly.
We became close for a simple reason: at the beginning of our first year of high school, because Meimei had a serious face and I had a poker face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, when everyone was randomly electing officers based on impressions and not knowing each other, she and I were solemnly elected as the head and deputy discipline officer. Coincidentally, our positions were assigned one after the other, so our friendship quickly developed while we ate lunch together and managed order together during lunch break.
Meimei was a serious and responsible discipline officer. Although she wore cute black-rimmed glasses and had flowing long hair and a delicate face, her icy expression when she glared at people was enough to make everyone shudder, especially me. If I was accidentally still fooling around with other students during lunch break, the coldness in her eyes could really freeze me to the point of wanting to go ice skating with penguins in Antarctica.
Although Meimei was very hardworking, she also enjoyed reading literature, just like me. Like her serious personality, she mostly liked books published by Zhiwen Publishing, especially philosophical works by Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, or existentialist novels by Kafka and Camus. She also liked classic Chinese literature, such as *Dream of the Red Chamber* and *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*. I don't particularly like philosophy, but we both loved *The Count of Monte Cristo* and were well-versed in *Dream of the Red Chamber*. At her recommendation, I declined Nietzsche and Schopenhauer, but I did read Kafka. I felt deep sympathy for the giant insect in *The Metamorphosis*, though I never really understood existentialism. However, I could imagine waking up to find myself transformed into a giant insect.
If it were a small insect, that would be one thing, right? But how terrifying would it be to become a life-sized insect with so many legs?!
"Please! This isn't the point of this book!!" Meimei glared at me.
"I think this is very important! Doesn't the story start from him turning into an insect?" Although I argued, I only said it quietly. Who dares to argue too much with Meimei?
Anyway, that big insect didn't affect my friendship with Meimei.
We hardly ever read contemporary literature, but I like Sanmao and yearn for desert scenery, while Meimei finds it boring. I like Ni Kuang's science fiction novels, finding many of them exciting and interesting, while Meimei thinks they're silly.
I think everyone would want to read Jin Yong's martial arts novels, but Meimei is an exception.
Meimei has a somewhat cynical personality; she always finds the world unbearable, while I simply loathe it. So, during lunch breaks, we often read the newspapers together, ranting from beginning to end. From the political section about those politicians who only know how to put on a show, to the social section about drug addicts, murderers, and lovers committing suicide, to the entertainment section about those self-righteous, trendsetting, and vulgar celebrities, to the arts section about those self-righteous, pretentious artists who love to nitpick and flaunt their writing for profit, even the job postings from various companies in the advertising section—we'd collectively condemn the absurd requirements of each job.
Ironically, in high school we always thought we were adults, only to realize in college that we were still just kids. But many things are only discovered later.
Entering our second year of high school, we remained in the same class because we both chose the science stream. Now that we were older students, Mei-mei and I considered ourselves adults and gradually felt our classmates were all immature and unable to see the true nature of the world. As a result, we spent more and more time together. My actions were quite in line with my own philosophy: I hated the world and didn't want to work hard to conform to it. I only studied a few subjects I liked, so my grades were always on the verge of passing. My parents, as long as I didn't repeat a year, didn't particularly care about me. Although my mother would nag occasionally, she wasn't strict, so I was happy to be carefree. After all, I could go to university eventually, so I didn't care.
Mei-mei was different. Her parents were both teachers and placed great importance on academics. Moreover, although Mei-mei was cynical, this only made her more unwilling to lose to the world. She always felt she had to maintain her top ranking to prove she had won against this vulgar world.
Therefore, she always had a hard time, unlike me, who was carefree, always happily reading a bunch of Ni Kuang novels and borrowing tons of comics.
We both loved listening to music, and like each other, we weren't particularly interested in pop music. I'd listen to some occasionally, while Mei Mei only listened to classical music and knew nothing about popular artists like Xiao Gang, Wakin Chau, or Aaron Kwok. Even though the Little Tigers only had three members, she always had trouble remembering who was who.
I liked old Western songs, especially "Without You," and although I didn't like loud Western rock, I loved Michael Jackson, especially his album "Dangerous."
My favorite movie was "Back to the Future," which I found quite entertaining. Mei Mei, on
the other hand, liked "Pretty Woman," perhaps because beneath her serious exterior lay a romantic, girlish heart! Before we knew it, it was the second semester of our junior year. I was still living a carefree life, while Mei Mei was still studying diligently.
However, after one night, my carefree and happy days suddenly came to an end.
It was an ordinary evening. After finishing her first midterm exam of the second semester of her junior year, Meimei not only ranked first in her class, but also first in the entire grade except for the gifted class.
She was very happy, though she appeared nonchalant on the surface, she was actually very excited inside. On a whim, I suggested that we relax after the exams and invited her to my house for the weekend.
Meimei's home is in Changhua, and she commutes to Taichung for school every day. We are both quite busy on weekends, with math tutoring on Saturday afternoons, English tutoring in the evenings, and physics tutoring on Sunday afternoons. But no matter what, it's the weekend, so we can still relax a bit.
Although her family was very strict, she had just achieved good grades, and I often called her home, so her parents knew me well. While my grades were average, I wasn't a bad student, and her parents didn't have a bad impression of me.
So, on Saturday night, after finishing my English tutoring near No. 1 Middle School Street, we happily took the bus home together.
It was early spring, and the air was still quite cool. After getting off the bus, we chatted as we walked into my alley. The moonlight was dazzling, and I suddenly realized it was a full moon night.
The cool night, the breath of spring, stirred a strange restlessness in my heart.
We got home after 10:30. After putting my schoolbag in my room, we took turns showering and then went downstairs to watch TV.
Although my family was of modest means, I was an only child, so I had my own room, but it was a single bed, too small for two people. I had already told my mom that my classmate was coming to stay today, and Meimei and I would sleep in the guest room downstairs. It was a Japanese-style tatami room, big enough for five or six people. Mom had already made up two quilts for us.
After greeting us, since Dad was away on a business trip, Mom went to bed early, and Meimei and I happily watched TV in the living room downstairs. After watching TV, we went to the guest room to chat and sleep. At that time, we didn't feel anything particularly special.
While chatting, we unknowingly fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a "tap, tap, tap, tap" sound. When I woke up, I found that Meimei was also awake.
There was a strange sound coming from the ceiling.
"What's that sound?" Meimei asked sleepily.
"Hmm… probably a mouse!" I said. Since there are fields near our house, mice sometimes appear, so I'm not too surprised.
"A mouse!!! You have mice in your house???" Meimei instantly woke up, her eyes wide with shock.
"You're scared?" I couldn't help but laugh at her. Maybe it's because I've been around mice since I was little, but I'm not afraid of them at all; I even think they're kind of cute. However, Meimei is a very serious person and can't be joked about. I figured it was only natural for her to be afraid of mice, so I said, "Mice only come out on the first floor because there's food in the kitchen. How about we go back upstairs to my room to sleep? The bed is a bit small, so it'll be okay if we squeeze in, right?"
"You don't have mice in your room??" She was still a little frightened.
"My mom doesn't allow me to eat in my room, so there aren't any mice there. There's nothing there that would attract them."
"Okay! Let's go sleep upstairs then! As long as there are no mice, it's fine to squeeze in." Meimei readily agreed.
So we went upstairs to my room. I helped Meimei lie down on the bed, and then I lay down next to her on my side. But my bed was too small, so I suggested, "How about this? Would you like to rest your head on my shoulder?"
Meimei is petite, less than 160 centimeters tall, and I'm a bit taller than her, around 165 centimeters. It was just right for her to rest her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, and it felt like a comfortable position.
"Won't it be uncomfortable to rest your head on your shoulder?" Meimei tilted her head slightly and asked me, her hair brushing against my nose, smelling very nice.
"No, not at all!" In fact, I felt very comfortable holding her like this. "What brand of shampoo do you use? It smells so good!"
"Helen's! I'm afraid of dandruff! What else do you use?"
"I've been using Lishi lately. I like to switch things up." I said.
Besides her hair, I started to notice that Meimei's body smelled very nice too.
"What brand of shower gel do you use?" I asked.
"I took a shower at your place tonight, so it should be the same as yours, right?!"
"Yeah! Why do you smell so good when you shower??"
"How could that be?? The same shower gel should all smell the same, right??" She said, starting to smell her own body, and as she moved around, the fragrance filled the air.
Although the lights weren't on, light shone in from outside the window, probably from streetlights? Anyway, the room wasn't very dark, and I could see Mei Mei's face clearly. She was very cute, with small lips, and a very baby-faced appearance. Even though she was in high school, she looked as innocent as a middle school student.
"Hey, can I kiss you?" I suddenly said, without thinking much of it. It's quite common for classmates to kiss each other openly, and we often kiss teachers on Teacher's Day.
"Sure! Why do you want to kiss me?" Mei Mei didn't seem to mind.
Before I could answer her, I was so overwhelmed by the urge to kiss her that I couldn't control myself. I kissed her on the cheek. She smelled so good.
"Your face smells so good!!"
"Is your face smelly?" she said, giving me a kiss in return. "Hmm, it smells like face wash."
I was slightly startled. Perhaps Mei Mei thought that since I had kissed her, she didn't need my permission to kiss me either, which made sense, but I was still taken aback, and my heart suddenly raced.
"Does it smell like face wash? Why doesn't your face smell like face wash??" I really wanted to get close to Mei Mei's face, so I leaned in to smell it. It smelled like shower gel, but there was another fragrance that was somewhat alluring to me. I couldn't help but kiss Mei Mei's face a couple more times. She didn't say anything for a moment. When I was about to kiss her a third time, she suddenly turned her face away. Perhaps she thought I wasn't going to kiss her anymore and wanted to turn around to talk? I didn't verify whether that was the case. Anyway, my lips touched hers. For a moment, I froze. Then, for some reason, I suddenly hugged her tightly and started kissing her.
We both love reading, and many books describe kissing, the kind where tongues intertwine. So, my tongue touched hers, and we became entwined. I felt Meimei hug me tightly, and I could feel her tongue writhing nimbly. I felt my lower body become wet, and I felt a surge of desire. I'm not a primary school student; I already know what sex is all about. I've even secretly borrowed some adult comics and novels from comic book stores, and I've had sexual fantasies and masturbated on many nights. I'm no stranger to sexual urges. When I was kissing Meimei, I could feel a strong sexual urge engulfing my entire being, but I didn't dare to make any rash moves; I just kissed her passionately.
That moment of lingering kiss felt so wonderful, as if the whole world had disappeared and melted away, and we no longer needed to take any exams.
Then, I don't know how long we were completely lost in a passionate kiss. We kissed each other with all our might, even though our technique was perhaps clumsy and we accidentally got mouths full of saliva, but that didn't diminish the sweetness and passion of that moment, until we finally separated.
For a while, I didn't know what to say. In fact, I still didn't understand what had happened. After all, kissing on the cheek is very ordinary for us, so is kissing really that special?
Soon, Meimei said in a very calm voice, "It's late, do you want to go to sleep?" Her tone was as if we had just been chatting late, without any hint of anything unusual.
"Okay!" I said.
And then, she really did fall asleep very quickly. Just like she could continue doing math even if the sky were to fall, she could fall asleep immediately after a passionate kiss.
Perhaps passion really does take a toll on the mind, especially since we had been tutoring all day. I also fell asleep soon after, without even having time to think things through.
The next day, after brushing our teeth and washing our faces, we went downstairs for breakfast prepared by Mom. As usual, she obediently answered Mom's questions. Mom was very pleased that I had such a good friend with excellent grades and a good family background, and repeatedly asked Meimei to encourage me to study
. Although Mom and Dad don't usually push me to study hard, like all parents, they always hope their children's grades are as good as possible. Meimei readily agreed to Mom's request and promised to study with me often.
After breakfast, we took the bus. Meimei sat next to me, criticizing everything she saw on the street as usual, her attitude unchanged. When we got near Yizhong Street, Meimei wanted to find a study center, but I really didn't want to be stuck in a boring study center in this mood, so I suggested going to McDonald's. Meimei readily agreed: "I love doing math at McDonald's!!"
She really started doing math seriously. I studied Chinese for a while, but couldn't concentrate at all, so I picked up my favorite subject, biology, and finally I could slowly concentrate on studying.
After lunch and my physics class at the cram school, I accompanied Mei-mei, as usual, from Yi-zhong Street to Taichung Railway Station, and then saw her off on her train back to Changhua. She waved goodbye happily.
Finally, I was alone. I wandered aimlessly around the train station area, and before I knew it, I had wandered into the Nobel Prize Clinic, which was filled with books.
The books contained all sorts of worldly wisdom. Were there any books about two girls kissing?
Perhaps not many, but I still knew a little about homosexuality.
I already knew the necessary knowledge, but I never thought it would relate to me.
It wasn't that I was resistant, just very surprised.
I never thought I would like a girl.
Like? Do I like Mei-mei? This was too unexpected and too sudden for me.
Aren't we just good friends?
I've liked boys before! I've had countless crushes on boys since I was little. In the cram school, Mei-mei and I would often secretly gossip about the boys at Yi-zhong High School. As far as I can remember, I've never paid any special attention to girls, intentionally or unintentionally!
But I really want to kiss Meimei like I did last night, regardless of whether I like it or not.
I think Meimei wouldn't object! After all, she was very passionate last night and we kissed for a long time.
Thinking about last night, I started to feel hot all over again.
So, my sexual fantasy object changed from a faceless man with only hands and genitals to Meimei.
At school, Meimei and I interact almost the same way. I'm trying hard to create opportunities to hold her again, but it's not easy.
Although Meimei's attitude hasn't changed, it's true that she won't talk about what happened when she came to my house that day.
The weekend is almost here again, and I casually suggest, "How about you come stay at my house again this week?"
"My mom won't allow it if I come every weekend," Meimei said indifferently, reading a book without even looking up.
"Oh..." I was very disappointed.
"Next week is fine!" Meimei suddenly looked up and glanced at me. "I'll ask my mom again next week." A glint seemed to flash in her eyes behind her glasses. I hope it wasn't just my imagination.
The following weekend, Meimei indeed arrived. Before she came, she declared, "I'll just sleep in your room! I don't want to attend a mouse feast in the middle of the night."
I readily agreed, of course, which meant I'd definitely have the chance to hold her tightly. I also told my mother that mice were bound to scurry around at night, and Meimei might be easily startled. Anyway, we're both thin, so sharing a bed wouldn't be a problem. Meimei is indeed very petite, and our mouse population is indeed quite rampant, so my mother didn't suspect her consent.
I think I'm growing to like our mouse population more and more.
My mood started to soar from Saturday morning. I woke up at six in the morning, almost as usual, put Michael Jackson's "Dangerous" on the stereo, turned the volume up to the maximum, and then frantically did physics and memorized chemistry formulas until noon. After lunch, I couldn't wait to take the bus to my tutoring class. After math and English lessons with Meimei, we happily took the bus home...
I think it wasn't my imagination; Meimei's mood was noticeably better than usual today. She didn't even criticize the clothes of passersby. While watching TV and eating fried chicken, she even praised a news anchor: "If I had to say which of the women on Taiwanese TV could be considered decent-looking, it would probably be this one! She's not bad-looking, and at least she studied abroad, and not at some obscure university."
"Yeah, she's pretty when she smiles!" I echoed her, thinking to myself, how can she be as beautiful as you? Especially after we just kissed.
"Hey, don't you think she looks a bit like you?" Meimei suddenly said.
"Me!?" I stared wide-eyed. "How do we look alike? We're both women,
aren't we?" I almost dropped the string of chicken hearts I was holding. "Your eyes and overall shape are a bit similar!" Mei Mei looked at me intently with her innocent eyes. If I didn't know her serious personality, I would have thought it was a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder.
"Is that so...?" Not daring to contradict her, I convinced myself to agree. I do look a bit like that beautiful news anchor, which isn't bad; it boosts my confidence.
Our friendship seems to have undergone a subtle change.
However, none of that matters to me. I've already showered, had my late-night snack, watched enough TV, and it's late. Mei Mei finally stretched: "Let's go to sleep!"
"Yeah, it's time to sleep too." I was impatient, yet also afraid that Mei Mei wouldn't be willing to kiss me, and if I couldn't help but want to take things further, would she accept it?
Lying in bed, Meimei leaned against my shoulder almost naturally. I was excited; my arms around her trembled slightly. Should I say something? Or should I say nothing? If I wanted to kiss her, should I ask for her consent like last time? Or should I simply not ask anything?
After struggling for a moment, I couldn't resist my inner impulse and decided to kiss her first to test her reaction.
I lowered my head and kissed Meimei on the cheek. She didn't resist, so I kissed her cheek again and again, slowly moving my lips closer to hers, and then kissed her.
She seemed to have been waiting for this for a long time, and immediately responded passionately. In the past two weeks, I don't know how many times I had passionately kissed Meimei in my fantasies. Unconsciously, my trembling hand slowly slid inside her clothes, gently stroking Meimei's back.
I never knew that the touch of my palm on a woman's naked skin felt so wonderful. While kissing Meimei, my hand stroked back and forth, and I was surprised to find that Meimei wasn't wearing a bra.
My heart suddenly started pounding; this was such a huge temptation for me!
I wanted to caress her breasts; this impulse immediately took over my mind.
Let's see, the devil is tempting me; I'll sneak my hand over, she won't do anything.
Before reason could even fight it off, my hand was already touching Mei Mei's breast.
Meimei was petite and slender, with small breasts that I could easily cover with one hand, yet they were incredibly soft. I'd touched my own breasts before, but I'd never felt the softness of a woman's. The moment my fingers brushed against Meimei's nipples, she, still passionately kissing me, seemed to let out a sigh from deep within her throat, her body trembling slightly. That sigh became an urging, and I began to wildly caress her breasts, the kisses growing more passionate, and she began to let out some indistinct moans.
I never imagined Meimei would react this way, especially not because of our kiss, because of my caresses. It
wasn't that I didn't want to touch anything else besides her breasts, but I didn't dare to rush in, fearing it would ruin the beauty of the night so far. For me, caressing her breasts was already a wonderful step forward.
Besides kissing, I also caressed Meimei's breasts while kissing her forehead, ears, and even neck. We were intimate like this for quite some time, ending with an extremely lingering kiss before I reluctantly pulled my hands out of her clothes.
This time, we didn't say anything and just fell asleep silently.
The second term exam was fast approaching, and Meimei told me she'd come stay at my house again the weekend after the exams. This excited me immensely. Meimei didn't want her grades to be worse than last time, so she studied like crazy. I, on the other hand, was so excited I didn't know what to do, so I spent my days like a madwoman doing physics, math, memorizing texts, and reading English. At night, lying in bed, I would think about the smooth feel of Meimei's naked skin, her incredibly soft breasts, and then, that mysterious place of hers… I wondered what it would be like to touch it?
I wanted to explore every inch of Meimei's skin; this wild passion was almost uncontrollable.
Should I talk to Meimei about it? Occasionally, I would think about it.
But I'd rather not touch on this topic. If I did, or if I showed any different attitude in my daily life, I felt that our peaceful life would collapse like a building crumbling.
I didn't even want to think too much about my feelings for Meimei, or Meimei's feelings for me. "There's nothing to think about," I almost told myself. "That's just how it is!" The most important thing now is to study and go to university. We're just adding a little fun to life occasionally.
This is called escapism, but I only realized it much, much later.
Anyway, right now, the most important thing is the second midterm exam, and after the exam, Meimei will come to my house for the weekend again.
This midterm exam made me feel more happy than the previous ones, mainly because my crazy studying before the exam made me feel much less frustrated when facing the test questions.
After the exam, I couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive, while the teachers couldn't wait to grade the papers. Soon, the papers for the two main subjects, math and physics, were handed out.
As usual, Meimei got the highest score in the class, and she even got a perfect score in math. She was very happy. As for me, unexpectedly, my scores in both subjects also far exceeded my previous scores. I got scores in the eighties in both subjects, unlike before when I was always struggling on the verge of passing.
I was surprised, but Meimei seemed very happy. Her joyful expression and approving eyes made me wonder if she thought I was more worthy of her.
My mother was very happy and almost wanted Meimei to move in with us.
The weekend arrived. It was early May, and the weather was a bit warmer than before. The sun was bright, but not yet at the point where we needed to turn on the air conditioning.
I had been planning and struggling with this.
Tonight, I wanted to explore Meimei's forbidden territory.
Every time I thought about it, my heart would suddenly race, my cheeks would flush, and my whole body would feel hot, almost uncontrollable.
This time, the atmosphere after taking the bus home from my tutoring class on Yizhong Street was different from the previous two times.
The first kiss was unexpected, the second was somewhat uneasy, but tonight, it felt like we were both certain something would happen, with an almost intense anxiety.
Neither of us was in the mood to watch TV; the beautiful news anchor couldn't hold our attention, so we went to bed early.
When I held Meimei tightly, I realized the weather was off.
In this kind of weather, one person doesn't need air conditioning, but when two people are huddled together, with the added element of play, it inevitably feels stuffy.
"Let's turn on the air conditioning," I said without thinking, sitting up. Considering the possibility of some "vigorous activity," I immediately decided to turn it on.
"Won't it be too cold?" Mei asked hesitantly and uncertainly.
"Anyway..." I pretended to be nonchalant, "We can adjust the temperature! I'll turn it up a bit first." It seemed like we were tacitly preparing to do something naughty together, timidly hinting at the topic.
"Okay, then let's turn it on," Mei said.
Now, I was almost certain that she, like me, was expecting something.
The air conditioning was cool, but fortunately, the weather was unpredictable, and the bed was still covered with a thick winter quilt. At the cool temperature, it was just right for the two of us to snuggle together under the covers.
The hum of the air conditioning created a strange sense of security. I held Mei Mei close, and without even a tentative kiss like last time, I kissed her lips directly. Her
fragrance filled my nostrils, and I forgot the restlessness of the past two weeks, simply savoring Mei Mei's lips. My hands, as if on cue, naturally slipped inside her clothes. Mei Mei almost urged me on, hugging me tighter, but I, as if toying with her, traced circles on her breasts with my fingers.
I think I might have some talent; it had only been a few times, but I had suddenly learned how to flirt.
After a few circles, I suddenly remembered and grasped Mei Mei's breast, teasing her nipples. She took a deep breath, just like last time, her breathing becoming slightly rapid. I began to caress her more forcefully; tonight, I felt an aggressive urge, but Mei Mei's fragrance made me want to savor this moment, bit by bit.
I seemed to have forgotten that I should have worried she might refuse.
Perhaps the body can speak, especially since Meimei was kissing me passionately.
My hand caressed her breasts repeatedly, then gradually moved downwards. At this moment, hesitation seemed inappropriate. I made up my mind and slipped my hand inside Meimei's pants, not wanting her to hesitate. While kissing her more passionately, I directly slipped my hand into her panties. My
first touch was her pubic hair. Although Meimei had a baby face and was very cute, she was undoubtedly a fully developed woman and naturally had pubic hair. Yet, I still felt an indescribable emotion. I
really hoped to have a chance to properly examine her private parts, but I knew she would absolutely not agree now, so I didn't waste any time, simply continuing to slowly slide my hand down.
My heart was pounding wildly. Although the air conditioning was on, sweat was still beading on my forehead. The extreme tension almost made me want to stop and rest, but now was certainly not the time to rest.
My hand continued to penetrate deeper, and I touched Meimei's labia. I placed my fingers between the two labia and felt a wetness. The wetness excited me greatly, which meant that Meimei had the same sexual urges and excitement as me.
My hand easily slid inside her labia, and I began to caress her back and forth. Mei Mei's breathing became more and more rapid. I started kissing her cheeks, ears, and neck, and then suddenly thought to move down, taking her nipple into my mouth and starting to lick and kiss it.
This action stimulated her just as much as caressing her genitals, and her breathing became even more intense.
Although my room and my parents' room were both on the second floor, they were separated by a bathroom, and the hum of the air conditioner provided cover. Besides, they had gone to sleep two or three hours earlier, so there was almost no need to worry about my parents hearing the sounds we made. But I could still feel that Mei Mei was deliberately suppressing her breathing and moans.
I had never known that making a woman moan could be such an exciting and pleasurable thing!
I skillfully stroked what I thought was Mei Mei's clitoris with my fingers, while licking and kissing her nipples with my tongue. I quickly discovered that her right nipple was much more sensitive than her left!
Mei Mei moaned softly, gripping my back tightly. I caressed her, knowing her sensations, and soon her grip tightened. Mei Mei's body seemed incredibly sensitive!
Suddenly, she clutched my back tightly, letting out an almost uncontrollable moan. I knew she had reached a clitoral orgasm, and my heart raced with excitement.
I stopped, and for a while, she just breathed heavily.
I desperately wanted to penetrate her, I wanted it so badly, I wanted to know how she would react, but I didn't dare do it right away, afraid she would resist. After all, penetrating a woman's body is something extraordinary.
I took my hand out of Mei Mei's panties and hugged her tightly. She hugged me back, her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering, her head resting against my neck.
We didn't say anything, but I thought she liked me somewhat. Otherwise, would she hug me so tightly and accept my caresses?
This thought greatly encouraged me, and my desire for Mei Mei intensified.
The midterm exam results were announced one by one. Meimei once again ranked first in her class and the entire grade, excluding the gifted class. She was very excited, and my ranking also jumped significantly, reaching the teens, a position I had never achieved before. My mother was very happy and rewarded me with a scholarship of three thousand yuan.
I treated Meimei to steak at a Western restaurant to thank her for studying with me.
Actually, how should I put it? Because of our close relationship, I was like a wound-up robot, frantically studying to relieve my stress, which led to such good grades and the scholarship.
Anyway, that's not important. I chose a folk song Western restaurant called "Peach Blossom Spring" that I had been to with my cousins before. The decor was very unique. Although the restaurant was on the fourth floor, as soon as you walked in, you would see a large pool with mandarin ducks swimming around. There was also a tree in the middle of the pool. The ceiling was high, of course, and there was a folk singer performing on stage. The lighting was dim, the atmosphere was great, and you could also request songs.
On Saturday noon, after class, we strolled from school to the Folk Song Restaurant. Tutoring started at 3 PM, so we had time for a leisurely lunch.
As we entered, Jacky Cheung's "Love Net" was playing: "Please light another candle for me, because I've already lost my way. I can't hide my panic, I'm anxiously looking around, afraid this journey is just a beautiful dream..."
This song startled me. This journey really had been a beautiful dream, but would this dream ever end?
Had Mei Mei trapped me like a net? We'd been pretending our relationship was still just that of good friends, but hadn't we already opened the window to love?
Mei Mei walked ahead of me, looking around to choose a seat.
In that instant, listening to the song and watching Mei Mei's flowing hair, I felt an indescribable tenderness. The joys and sorrows of love—I had begun to experience them.
It was a happy afternoon. We ate steak and chatted, discussing our desired majors and universities. Meimei wanted to be a doctor; it was her parents' expectation and her own long-established, unwavering goal.
Basically, the image of someone coldly wielding a scalpel, cutting decisively like a machine, precisely removing damaged cells without hesitation, perfectly suited Meimei's serious and meticulous personality, though perhaps not so much her cute and delicate appearance.
I liked biology and wanted to study biology-related majors, but I hadn't yet decided on a specific target. Meimei's target universities were, of course, those in Taipei. Getting into National Taiwan University's medical school wasn't easy, but the other public and private universities were also quite good, and with Meimei's abilities, getting in shouldn't be a problem.
With my abilities, getting into a university in Taipei wouldn't be difficult either; it just depended on which school and department my grades landed in.
We didn't seem to deliberately talk about it, but going to university in Taipei together became our shared goal.
It was noon, and there were no live singers performing. The shop was playing Jacky Cheung's "Goodbye Kiss" album, so I heard another song: "All the Way With You." "
All the way with you, I'm willing to endure any hardship, even if it's just to meet you after separation; all the way with you, I'm willing to feel any pain, even if we're destined to be apart in this life..."
Mei-mei and I could probably stay together like this all the way! Going to high school together, going to university together, leaving this small town of Taichung, going to this bustling metropolis of Taipei together.
Maybe we could even live together then, I started to have beautiful fantasies.
At that time, I didn't know that these small wishes of youth were basically impossible to realize.
Because I didn't know the cruelty of reality, we were very happy that afternoon. The lights in the folk song restaurant were always a little dim, and Mei-mei's face seemed even more beautiful than before, her eyes smiling charmingly as she looked at me.
Lately, she wasn't even as cynical as before! Originally, she didn't listen to Mandarin songs at all. Besides classical music, she liked jazz and some famous Japanese singers, but she utterly despised Mandarin pop songs.
When the song "Love Net" played again, Mei Mei cheerfully said, "This song is quite nice, who sings it?"
At the time, Jacky Cheung's album "Kiss Goodbye" was a huge hit in Taiwan, and Mei Mei was probably the only person who would ask that.
"Jacky Cheung, all the songs on this album are really good!" I said.
"Did you buy it? Can I listen to it?" she asked.
"I didn't buy it! But we can go buy it later!" I love listening to music, so I'm more careful when buying CDs or cassettes because my allowance is limited and I have to use it prudently.
Mei Mei glanced at her watch: "Okay! Let's go to a record store first, then walk to the high school so we can catch our tutoring time."
"Okay!!"
My mind was already racing with thoughts of what would happen after tutoring tonight.
Although it's only been a week since Meimei last stayed at my house, she readily agreed to stay over tonight.
Is it passion, pleasure, or is it that I'm so irresistible to her? Or perhaps, with her excellent exam results, she wants more than just steak together—a celebration?
"I'd rather stay by your side like this, I'd rather never forget you for the rest of my life…"
I had always longed to graduate high school quickly, go to university, and escape this life of constant studying and being controlled at home. But then, I suddenly wished time could stand still.
Even though I was naive and inexperienced back then, I still knew that good times always pass too easily.
Because, as the songs say, don't they?
I bought "Goodbye Kiss" for Mei Mei at the record store, and she happily accepted it without hesitation. Then we walked and chatted as we went to her tutoring class on Yizhong Street.
The sun was bright that day, quite summery, but it wasn't very hot walking on the street; the sunlight felt so gentle.
We held hands the whole way, a very normal gesture; we'd been holding hands like this since we were just good friends in our first year of high school.
That afternoon, because I was so happy, I kept playing with Mei Mei's hand, patting, hitting, and shaking it. Then I suddenly thought of inserting my fingers between hers, making it a ten-finger intertwined way of holding hands.
She readily accepted the new way of holding hands, not seeming to find anything wrong with it.
"Kiss Goodbye" is a great album, but just looking at the title tells you it shouldn't be given to someone you like.
I didn't think of that at the time, though.
After tutoring, we took the bus home. Mei Mei was a little tired and rested her head on my shoulder. Her scent wafted over again.
What should I do tonight?
I want to be with her; this crazy thought has been occupying my mind for a long time. If it were today, I have a feeling she wouldn't refuse.
Because the way she looked at me today, her eyes were always smiling, always making me feel very alluring. Mei Mei has a baby face, but lately, she occasionally reveals a smile that's like that of a mature woman, a smile with a hint of seduction.
The tension that used to appear on her face from the pressure of schoolwork is still there, but when she talks to me, she often shows a much more relaxed expression than before.
When we got home, the weather was hotter than last time. Mom was watching TV in the living room with the air conditioning on, smiling and greeting us, giving Mei Mei a very warm welcome.
After showering, Mom was already asleep; Dad was away on a business trip tonight.
After watching TV haphazardly for a bit, we went upstairs to prepare for bed.
It was quite hot, so without asking Meimei, I turned on the air conditioning in the room.
"Want to listen to some music?" Meimei cheerfully took out "Goodbye Kiss" from her backpack and started unpacking it.
Listen to music?? It sounded like she was going to do something while listening to music, and that thing was definitely not sleeping.
When she happily accepted this CD at the record store, had she already planned to play it tonight?
I think so; Meimei is very methodical in everything she does.
Jacky Cheung's romantic and melancholic voice flowed from the speakers. I pressed the repeat button, lay down on the bed, and hugged Meimei.
Do people's bodies have memories? My lips found Meimei's lips naturally, and my tongue naturally intertwined with hers.
Tonight, Meimei seemed very relaxed. Her responses made me feel that she was enjoying the kiss, and caressing her bare, smooth skin was also a great pleasure for me. Caressing and kissing, I performed each step skillfully like a well-trained worker. Meimei was a well-designed machine, responding correctly and sensitively at every stage. Thinking about it carefully, sex is such a repetitive thing, but people always enjoy it.
Meimei liked me licking and kissing her breasts; I could clearly feel it. She also liked my skillful caresses of her wet genitals, and I liked her rapid breathing and the occasional moans that she couldn't suppress despite trying to keep them down.
To make it easier for what I wanted to do next, I slowly pulled down Meimei's pants and underwear. She didn't stop me, and I pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles, but I didn't have the courage to just take them off completely, even though it was practically the same as taking them off.
My fingers deftly caressed Mei Mei's clitoris, feeling her reaction grow increasingly intense. Suddenly, she slipped both hands inside my shirt, gripping my back tightly, her head resting on my shoulder, her breath hot on my neck. As my movements intensified, she buried her entire head in my chest, her nails digging into my back, her breathing heavy—clearly, she had reached orgasm.
Now was the perfect time to penetrate her, while she was still somewhat dazed and intoxicated.
I tentatively slid my finger slowly to her vaginal opening; it was very wet, seemingly easy to insert.
I tried inserting it a little, sensing Mei Mei's reaction. Her head remained on my shoulder, and her hand suddenly tightened with my movement. I continued to slowly insert my finger into her vagina; it was tight, and I felt a slight resistance, so I slowed my pace further. Mei Mei showed no resistance.
Although it felt tight, slowly, my entire finger disappeared inside her. What should I do next?
Based on descriptions from various adult books and comics, I started thrusting my fingers in and out. Suddenly, Mei Mei grabbed my hand: "It hurts..."
I asked, holding my breath, "Does it hurt?" This was the first time we'd spoken during intimacy.
"Mmm..." Mei Mei said softly, but it didn't seem like she wanted me to stop.
I'd always thought that a woman's fingers were much smaller and thinner than a man's penis, so it shouldn't hurt, but I was clearly wrong.
Anyway, this was probably Mei Mei's first time.
I kept my fingers inside Mei Mei's body, considered for a moment, and then began to use slow rotations or up-and-down pressing motions to touch deeper into her body.
"Does this hurt?" I asked.
"It's okay, much better," she said.
From slow, slight movements to increased amplitude and speed, Mei Mei started to pant, seemingly beginning to feel something. Responding to her reactions, I moved my fingers nimbly. She stopped crying out in pain, and her panting gradually became more intense.
I opened my eyes, unable to resist checking Meimei's expression. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed slightly, her expression suggesting pain, yet her slightly open mouth and panting breaths were alluring.
Meimei had very beautiful eyebrows, something I noticed for the first time tonight.
As I moved inside her, I kissed her lips, and she immediately responded passionately and wildly. With each passionate kiss, her reaction seemed to intensify, so I continued kissing her while moving faster and more intensely. She gradually began to moan softly, her hands clenching tighter and tighter. After a long, passionate kiss, I moved my fingers while kissing her ears and neck, and Meimei seemed to begin to react more strongly.
"Oh..." Sometimes she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, so I moved my fingers even harder. Her breathing became more and more intense. I felt myself inside her body; her vagina was very wet and lubricated. I touched every possible sensitive spot. "Oh... Oh oh oh..." Mei Mei's reaction made her gradually unable to suppress her breathing, and I became more and more excited. "Oh... Oh... Stop... Stop, I can't take it anymore." Mei Mei stopped my movements.
She called my name. In the heat of lovemaking, she actually called my name. I suddenly felt very moved.
I slowly stopped moving.
Meimei rested her head on my shoulder, her heavy breathing gradually calming down. I gently stroked her back, wanting to say something, wanting to express my intense love at this moment, but ultimately dared not.
Jacky Cheung's song was still playing; let him speak for me! Let him say every word of love that should be uttered at this moment.
Meimei stopped breathing, resting calmly on my shoulder. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her body, and she pulled up her pants without saying a word.
In traditional thinking, we were already a couple who had hit a home run, weren't we? In ancient times, it would have been our wedding night.
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, returned to the room, and Jacky Cheung's song was still playing. Meimei picked up the remote and turned off the music. As soon as I lay down on the bed, she rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes to sleep.
Tonight, I didn't fall asleep as easily as before. Perhaps my mind and body were just too excited. I felt an uncomfortable wetness in my genitals, but even if I were to take care of it myself, I was afraid of waking Meimei, so I gave up.
I thought about these things over and over again, but I didn't want to think about them too deeply, because thinking about them wouldn't lead to any particular conclusion.
Anyway, our most important thing is studying and taking exams, and what I did tonight wouldn't interfere with our studies.
After this inexplicable self-comfort, I finally fell asleep.
In the morning, after washing up, Meimei came out of the bathroom and into the room with a strange expression. After closing the door, she whispered, "I'm bleeding, there's blood on my underwear."
"Bleeding..." I was startled. My first thought was her period, but I immediately knew it wasn't, because Meimei and I are always together, and our periods are almost identical. Her period had just ended a little over a week ago.
I hesitated for a moment and said, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's okay, just a little bit." She lowered her head and didn't look at me.
"Does it still... hurt?" I asked cautiously, afraid of touching on a sensitive topic.
"Not really, it's just... a little strange, but it should be nothing." After saying this, she decided not to mention it again: "Let's go downstairs for breakfast!"
Did I take Meimei's virginity, and her important hymen? I hadn't thought about this at all last night, but it was obviously true.
I couldn't quite tell how she felt or was emotional about it. This morning she seemed a little troubled, but not angry, unhappy, or disliked.
Although I had entered her body, I didn't feel like I had her or possessed her at all.
Meimei isn't a woman who can be possessed!
But last night I definitely had her, that should be right!
For a while afterward, Meimei didn't come to my house to stay overnight. Was she scared? Or regretful?
Or hesitant about something? I couldn't tell from her usual words at school. She was still laughing and joking with me, going to and from school together, and attending tutoring together, but when it came to staying at my house, she said that her mother said it wasn't good to disturb other people's homes so often, so it was best not to come for the time being.
I was disappointed and deeply suspected it was just an excuse, but there was nothing I could do.
A pointless activity called "Little Angels and Little Masters" started in class, very popular back then. So, during one class meeting, our young and lively female teacher suggested we play this game before the end of the semester, revealing the identities at the final class meeting. Everyone readily agreed, and we quickly drew lots.
I drew a classmate I didn't know well named Xiaojia. She was an average student, but from a wealthy family, quite tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes like me. She was also very individualistic, loved watching movies, and I often heard her discussing movie plots, soundtracks, and so on with other classmates after class.
Of course, I didn't know who drew me. Meimei, however, told me who she drew—a quiet and hardworking girl, whom Meimei wasn't usually close to.
Basically, I couldn't understand the meaning of this activity, but that's how group life is.
The rules of the activity were simple: the class monitor was in charge of coordinating, and of course, she would know who drew whom. Everyone could quietly do something for their little master, or put the gifts they wanted to give to their little master into a special box, specifying the recipient, and the class monitor would be responsible for delivering them.
I didn't know what to do, so I would just buy some chocolates or Ferrero Rocher, write Xiaojia's name on them, and put them in the box as a small token of my affection.
Meimei's little angel was quite special. At the beginning of the activity, Meimei received a short note: "I am your little angel, and I will buy you breakfast every day."
From then on, sure enough, the class monitor would put a breakfast on Meimei's desk every day. This was indeed a very nice and thoughtful service for Meimei, who often had to rush to catch the school bus and often didn't have time to eat or buy breakfast.
I was a little angry; buying breakfast for Meimei was one of my favorite things! But there was nothing I could do.
Strangely, my little angel didn't show any reaction at all. I didn't receive any gifts or notes, and I didn't feel like anyone was secretly helping me.
The semester was almost over, and final exams were fast approaching. During this time, Meimei refused to come to my house anymore. Although she still brought her lunchbox and sat across from me to eat with me every noon, and we still went to tutoring together, chatting idly and cynically, I just couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Was
she never coming again? I thought to myself, "I should have been more affectionate that night." I gradually felt very frustrated.
One noon, I overheard Xiaojia chatting with her group of best friends. Apparently, she wanted to see a
movie called "The Wedding Banquet," but no one wanted to go with her to see a domestic film. Everyone thought it would be boring, especially with exams coming up soon.
"Hey, I actually wanted to see this movie," I said to Xiaojia from a short distance away. Actually, I had no idea what the movie was, but it was a good opportunity to express my feelings, since I was her little angel, and it would save me some money on Jinsha (a type of Chinese cosmetics).
"Really? You want to see it?" Xiaojia asked excitedly.
"Yeah, that's right! I think..." I blurted out, "The subject matter is quite interesting!"
"Yeah! Exactly!" Xiaojia happily came over to ask me to go, "I've wanted to see it for days, but no one wants to go with me. How about we go see it after class today? Do you have tutoring today?"
"I don't have tutoring today!" I said.
"That's great! Let's go together after school today!" She happily went back to her seat.
The movie started a bit early, and we didn't have time for dinner after class, so we bought bread to eat inside. Actually, I was glad; if we had to eat dinner together first, I really wouldn't know what to talk about with Xiaojia.
I was stunned when the movie started; I didn't expect it to be a gay movie, albeit a gay one.
The movie was very interesting, with moments of intense pain and excitement, but a happy ending, which was a big shock to me.
After the movie, we discussed the plot as we walked to the station.
Xiaojia shook her head: "The movie was very good, but a bit naive."
"Naive?" I was a little doubtful; from my perspective, the protagonist seemed to be suffering quite a bit.
"Being gay isn't easy, is it? And who would want to live with their lover and their pregnant partner? Everyone prefers a life as a couple, right? Plus, you have to help raise the child! It's not even your own child! If your boyfriend had a child with another woman, would you be willing to raise that child?" Xiaojia asked me.
"Hmm... let me think..." What if Meimei got pregnant with some man's child someday? Would I be willing to raise her with Meimei? If I could have sex with Meimei every day, maybe I would? But Meimei is busy breastfeeding, how could she have the leisure for sex? Sigh, what am I thinking... So I said, "I probably wouldn't be willing!"
"Exactly!" Xiaojia was pleased that we were on the same page.
Xiaojia and I took different bus routes, so we parted ways. I only ate one bread for dinner, and I was a little hungry, so I decided to get a takeout of Ding Gua Gua near the bus station to eat at home.
When I got home, my mother was still watching TV, so we ate Ding Gua Gua together.
While munching on a chicken leg, I pondered, "Is this how things are between Meimei and me? Just ordinary friends, with no chance to get close to her again?
But what would happen if we continued to be intimate and make love? Would we both become gay?" I looked at my mother, happily eating her fries. If she knew I was gay, would she be like the mother in "The Wedding Banquet," almost devastated upon discovering her promising young son was gay? Probably.
But I didn't care about the problems gay people might face; I just wanted a chance to be intimate with Meimei again.
I think I was either too naive, too lazy, or simply too eager for sex back then, without considering anything else.
Final exams were over, and during the last class meeting, the identity of the little angel who had never given me any gifts was finally revealed—a classmate I wasn't very close to. I received a letter from her from the class monitor, but before I could even open it, Xiaojia came to me, smiling broadly: "So you're my little angel!"
"Yes!" I smiled too.
"No wonder, I always thought you weren't very interested in that movie, but you still came with me. Thanks for your help! And the chocolates were delicious too!"
"You're welcome, actually the movie was quite good!" After chatting for a few more minutes, she went to play with other classmates.
That's when I noticed Meimei chatting with the class monitor. It turns out the class monitor was Meimei's little angel, just being mysterious.
I opened the letter the little angel had given me: "
Hello Chu Rong:
I'm sorry, I really think the game between the little angel and the little master is incredibly boring, and I don't want to play it at all, so I haven't said anything to you.
But it's probably not good to say nothing, so I thought I'd write you a letter.
What should I write? I'll just write about my thoughts on you.
I think you're a very special person. Even though we're not close, I've always felt that way.
I remember once when I was on duty, I helped the teacher carry the weekly journals to the office, and one of the journals fell on the floor and spread out. It was your journal. I didn't mean to, but I happened to see a passage.
I remember you wrote something like this: 'The moon was so round and bright on the weekend, its beautiful silver light bathed the earth, the moon's reflection resembled a woman's graceful figure, the night air was so cool, it was an unforgettable night.'
At that time, I thought, 'Wow, your writing is so good!' We've been classmates for so long, and I never knew you wrote so well.
Later, I would sometimes pay attention to you, and I always felt that you had a unique quality that was hard to describe. It seemed like you were a little melancholic, but when you smiled, you were like a happy child. I quite like that unique quality of yours."
Sometimes, you would sit alone in your seat reading after class. Unlike other students, the books you read were quite unique, mostly borrowed from the library. I remember once seeing you reading Zhang Manjuan's "Smiling Plum Blossoms," a book I also really liked. At that time, I thought we might have a lot to talk about. But we really didn't have many opportunities to chat, so I let it go.
Lately, you seem much more melancholic than before. I don't know why. I've also been facing some troubles myself. Although I thought writing you encouraging notes would be nice, I don't really know what's wrong, and those empty words of encouragement probably wouldn't help you much.
Anyway, I hope your smile will return to your face; it seems like it's been a long time since I've seen you smile happily.
I'm sorry, I'm an irresponsible little angel.
Have a happy summer vacation,
Xiang Yue.
This letter surprised me, even surprised me. After all, I'm rarely praised, and no one has ever said I have a "unique temperament."
I ran to find Xiangyue: "Hi, I read the letter."
She gave me a big smile: "I'm sorry! I haven't said anything for the past month, I only wrote you a letter."
"It's okay, it's really okay." We chatted while standing. Compared to Meimei, Xiangyue's face shape was more in line with the standard of beauty, because her skin was fair, her features were well-proportioned, and she had a pair of very beautiful big eyes. She was really beautiful when she smiled.
"You seem to go to the library to borrow books a lot?" Xiangyue said.
"Yeah, I borrow books from the provincial library. I have quite a few books! There are several books by Zhang Manjuan there!"
Just as we were chatting happily, Meimei suddenly ran over to me: "Hey, I have to catch the school bus and go first!"
Today was the last day of the semester, and it was Saturday. Meimei was going to her grandmother's house with her parents in the afternoon and spend the weekend there, so she had to go back to Changhua immediately.
Normally, I would walk to the school gate with Mei-mei and watch her get on the school bus to Changhua before I went back. However, I was in the middle of talking to Xiang-yue, and Mei-mei looked like she was in a hurry, so I said, "Okay, bye-bye!"
"Bye-bye!" For a moment, Mei-mei's expression seemed a little displeased, but that look vanished in an instant. Then she smiled, said goodbye to us, and hurried away.
"We're getting ready to go too," Xiang-yue said. The class meeting had ended, and everyone was leaving one after another.
"Okay!"
As we walked out of the classroom, Xiang-yue asked me, "Are you going straight home?"
"Maybe I should go to the bookstore first!" Summer vacation had finally started, and the cram schools hadn't started yet. I wanted to relax.
"You really love reading!" Xiang-yue said with a smile. She really does love to laugh.
"Yes! I love reading."
"Okay, I don't have anything else to do, so let's go to the bookstore together! Let's grab lunch first, then head to the train station area." In no time, Xiangyue had arranged our itinerary, and I had no objections.
We ate at Xinyi Beef Noodles near the school and strolled leisurely towards the train station. It was late June, and the weather was incredibly hot. Although we still had tutoring, summer classes, and mock exams to attend, it was still summer vacation, so we were in a great mood.
Chatting along the way, I learned that Xiangyue's home was in Nantou, and she was going back to Nantou for a while before coming back for summer tutoring.
"Don't you need tutoring?" I asked.
"I don't like tutoring, so I've never had any," Xiangyue said decisively.
"Wow! But your grades are really good!" Although Xiangyue's grades weren't as amazingly outstanding as Meimei's, she usually ranked in the top five of her class.
"Living outside, there's not much entertainment, just studying!" As she said this, her face darkened.
"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"Nothing!" She smiled again. I didn't know her well enough to ask too much, so we continued chatting. That afternoon, we visited many bookstores in Taichung City and some small trinkets shops, but we had absolutely no interest in the chaotic First Plaza.
Before saying goodbye, I asked her for her address in Nantou: "Are you going to stay in Nantou for a while? I want to write you a letter."
"Sure! I'll look forward to your letter." She said cheerfully.
Summer vacation officially started, but the cram school classes wouldn't start for another week. Although this meant I could relax for a week, it also meant I wouldn't see Meimei during this time. Although I had asked Meimei several times if she could come stay at my house, and she had always refused, I still couldn't give up.
On Sunday evening, I called Meimei: "Hello! You're back from the countryside?"
According to Meimei, she'd been staying at her grandma's house in Changhua for the past couple of days, hanging out with her cousins. "
Yeah!"
"Was it fun?"
"I played cards with those brats and crushed them!! We even bought a lot of fireworks to set off!! It was so much fun!" Meimei said cheerfully.
"That's great! Sounds interesting!"
"And you? Did you have a good chat with Xiangyue yesterday?"
"Yeah, turns out she's my little angel." I briefly told her about the letter and how I went to the bookstore with Xiangyue that afternoon.
"Sounds like you had a good time!" Meimei's tone was a little sarcastic.
"Are you going to study in Changhua next week? Do you want to come to Taichung?" I asked.
"Would I do better in Taichung?" Her tone was still strange.
"Why don't you come stay at my house for a few days? We can study together! Besides, my parents are going to Penghu with their friends tomorrow, so no one will be home, and we can be really free." "
Going to Penghu? Why didn't you mention this before?" she asked in surprise.
"I only found out last night. A friend asked them to come, and my dad's company was free, so he could take time off and decided to go to Penghu together."
"Great! You can go out and have fun! How long are they going to Penghu?" Mei Mei looked very envious. After all, she was still more like a child and loved to play.
"They're going for four days! Because we know an uncle there, and we'll be visiting him."
"Your parents won't be home, so what will you eat?"
"We'll eat nearby, or I can cook instant noodles myself!" I said.
"Hmm..." The thought of no adults around seemed like a big temptation for Mei Mei, and she suddenly hesitated.
"Actually, I'm a pretty good cook! I cooked for my mom for Mother's Day, and she thought it was good! We can go to the supermarket together to buy groceries and cook! Or we can make hot pot, just throw everything in!"
"Sounds good, okay! I'll ask my mom, wait a minute."
Mei Mei left for a while, then returned: "My mom said it's okay, but not for too many days, only two or three."
"Three days then? Is that alright? You can come tomorrow." I said eagerly.
"Okay! I'll go tomorrow then!" She seemed cheerful too.
Finally, I got an agreement with Mei Mei, and I was overjoyed. I quickly went to tell my mom.
"It's great that Mei Mei is coming! I was worried that you wouldn't be able to study at all without us! This is perfect, you can sleep in our room! Your bed is too small!"
"Oh! Okay!" I agreed for now. Was I really going to do *that* in my parents' bed? I'll let Mei Mei decide when she arrives.
In the quiet of the night, I listened to Michael Jackson's "Dangerous" while writing a letter to Xiang
Yue: "
Dear Xiang Yue:
I was so happy to receive your letter the other day. I was so glad you said I have a unique temperament; no one has ever said that before!
Summer vacation has started, but I don't want to study at all these past two days. I know the college entrance exam is coming up, but I seem to be numb to the pressure.
It might get better starting tomorrow because my parents are going to Penghu, and Mei Mei promised to come and study with me. It seems better to have her company.
I wonder if you are also studying hard in Nantou? We haven't talked much before; I wonder if you have decided on your university choice?
The weather is very nice today. I went to the comic book store and borrowed a lot of comics. It seems like a somewhat decadent life, but it seems like I have to indulge in decadence first before I can start to feel more..."

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