[Urban] Campus Maple Leaves Red (Complete) - 1

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【Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves】 Chapter 1: Was it a mistake? Or not? (1)

My head felt a little heavy, and my body felt a little tired. I shook my head to clear my head a bit. I took out a cigarette and lit it. Principal Li began to think about how this had happened.

I was able to lie on this hotel bed because I and my school's girls' basketball coach had led the team to participate in the biennial Jiangzhong City Middle School Basketball Tournament. In

the six-day competition, my school's girls' team won the championship of this year's girls' basketball tournament. After the award ceremony, there was a celebration party held by the Municipal Education Commission. At the celebration party, as the biggest dark horse of this year's competition, the team leader and principal of No. 33 Middle School, a school that had never been in the top sixteen, I and my girls' basketball coach were repeatedly forced to drink almost two kilograms of various kinds of alcohol by the principals and coaches of other middle schools.

As soon as I came down from the celebration party, I and my girls' team coach were surrounded by the extremely excited girls of the girls' team. Looking at the girls' faces flushed with excitement, and their worn-out uniforms of various colors, Principal Li couldn't help but feel his eyes welling up with tears.

A month earlier last year, Li Feng had been recalled from the city's adult education office to the city's education bureau, and with a formal appointment, he became the principal of Jiangzhong No. 33 Middle School.

Speaking of Jiangzhong No. 33 Middle School, one must mention Jiangzhong City itself. Located inland, Jiangzhong City has a population of over nine million. The Qingjiang River, a vital waterway, flows east-west through the city. The urban area on the south bank of the Qingjiang River accounts for two-thirds of the entire city. The north bank, backed by mountains and historically altered by the Qingjiang River, has only a quarter of the city's population and a third of its area. Jiangzhong No. 33 Middle School is located at the northernmost tip of Jiangzhong City. After a major course change of the Qingjiang River in the early 20th century, a dry riverbed parallel to the Qingjiang River remained between this location and the northern part of Jiangzhong City. This dried-up riverbed also divided the urban area of Jiangbei into two parts. Thus, along with some heavy industrial enterprises in Jiangzhong City, No. 33 Middle School was somewhat isolated from the rest of Jiangzhong City, separated by this dried-up river.

Although far from the city center, this did not prevent the school from achieving great success in the mid-1990s. At that time, No. 33 Middle School was under the jurisdiction of the Beicheng District Education Bureau, but because its enrollment was mainly for the children of employees and families of large and medium-sized enterprises in the area, it was practically a primary school for the children of these enterprises.

With the strong support of these financially powerful enterprises, No. 33 Middle School became a leader in the area with its extremely high college entrance examination pass rate, strong teaching staff, and advanced campus facilities.

Fast forward to 2000, and Jiangzhong Aluminum Group, the largest state-owned heavy industrial enterprise in Jiangzhong City, was in a state of semi-shutdown or shutdown due to resource depletion and intensified market competition. As the company that provided the most support to No. 33 Middle School began to decline, the school's former glory faded into history.

There were two main reasons for this situation. First, No. 33 Middle School was indeed originally a primary school for the children of company employees. Although it was later brought under the jurisdiction of the Beicheng District Education Bureau, the bureau never interfered with the school's personnel or finances. The second reason was that the school's facilities were too advanced, making management a huge expense. The Beicheng District Education Bureau wanted to intervene, but it couldn't handle such a heavy burden.

Everyone wants the good stuff, and no one wants to get their hands on something that looks rotten or broken. So, after three years of buck-passing, with the coordination of the Municipal Education Commission, Li Feng, who had previously served as the principal of a primary school in the Beicheng District Military Region and had worked as the director of the adult admissions office for seven years, became the principal of No. 33 Middle School.

No. 33 Middle School is a full-time secondary school with both junior and senior high school levels. Even at its peak, this school only had four classes per grade, with a maximum of forty-eight students per class, and the total student population never exceeded 1,090.

Yet, this school boasted a four-story teaching building with 80-square-meter classrooms, a three-story office building covering 1,000 square meters, a 400-meter standard running track, and a modern gymnasium combining basketball, volleyball, and badminton courts, with two large multimedia classrooms attached. It also

had canteens for faculty and students, dormitories for faculty and students, and a distinctive feature: tall maple trees surrounding the campus and interspersed among the buildings.

The Beicheng District Education Bureau sent five principals to No. 33 Middle School over three years, with the longest tenure lasting only a semester and the shortest a month and a half. This frequent turnover of principals stemmed from one reason—lack of funds.

Leaving aside the difficulties the previous five principals had faced in managing the school, when Principal Li Feng arrived, the school had already been without water and electricity for a week.

After a brief meeting with all the faculty and staff, Principal Li's first task was to address the school's water and electricity supply issues.

The reason for the outages was straightforward: to pay the outstanding water and electricity bills from the past few years, and the power would be restored immediately. But how much did the school actually owe, including the outstanding water and electricity bills? Seeing the financial statement, Principal Li was overwhelmed. The statement revealed that the school's accumulated debt was nearly 30 million yuan, while the Municipal Education Commission and the Beicheng District Education Bureau had only allocated 700,000 yuan! What to do? Principal Li spent a whole day racking his brains, unable to come up with a solution. The

school's water and electricity had to be restored, but the accumulated two and a half years' worth of unpaid salaries for all the faculty and staff also had to be paid. Before he could even settle into his seat, Principal Li was already facing an emergency.

The hardships were inevitable from the moment Principal Li took office, and this continued well into the citywide middle school basketball tournament.

Other schools wore uniforms, ate the best food, and were chauffeured around in chauffeured cars. But at No. 33 Middle School, the cobbled-together uniforms were bought by the students themselves, and each student only had two pairs of shoes provided by the school—shoes that Principal Li bought himself after seeing them being sold off at a street stall. The food and accommodation were poor, but the only consolation was the high morale and drive of his own players, which turned the initial expectation of a top-eight finish into a championship victory.

This achievement was due to the hard work of his own players and his own efforts, but the biggest contributor was undoubtedly the coach of the school's girls' basketball team, now sharing a bed with him.

Xie Xin, at eighteen, was selected for the national youth team as a point guard. However, a severe torn meniscus during training during a training session, shortly after joining the national youth team's starting lineup, ended her athletic career.

After leaving the national youth team, Xie Xin went to study at the sports academy. After graduating from university, she had many better job opportunities, but she chose an unfamiliar city and became a physical education teacher at a middle school. She stayed at the school for four years.

She was a responsible and strong-willed woman, but now she was sleeping in the same bed with him, and in his somewhat vague memory, the two of them had done everything that men and women should do in bed. This situation was much more serious than when he was the principal who was being chased by debt collectors everywhere.

To be honest, he was already 49 years old and was considered a quasi-single, but when he thought of the little devil in his family, and then looked at the female physical education teacher lying next to him, Principal Li was really at a loss.

What to do? It's already done! Thinking too much is useless. Principal Li, who had made up his mind, stubbed out the third cigarette he had lit and shrank into the quilt. The female physical education teacher's fit body pressed tightly against Principal Li's body.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 1: Was it wrong? Was it not wrong? (2)

As soon as she snuggled under the covers, the still-sleeping woman, like a beautiful yet sensitive sea anemone in the ocean, sensed the man's presence and instinctively snuggled her warm body into his arms.

Her head nestled in his embrace, finding a comfortable place to rest, and one arm wrapped around his chest and abdomen as her head moved. Her legs draped over his, and she remained fast asleep.

Looking at the woman sleeping like a kitten nestled in his arms, Principal Li Feng couldn't help but think of his own little vixen.

Li Feng, forty-eight years old this year, had two short marriages. His first marriage began when he was sixteen with a woman named Jiang Weihong, four years his senior.

At that time, a ten-year-long political movement sweeping across the country was nearing its end. On the very night Li Feng, a sent-down youth, received his notice to return to the city, he was pushed down on the earthen bed by Weihong, the eldest daughter of his landlord whom he had lived with for two years.

A woman who dared to love and hate entered the heart of Li Feng, who was only eighteen years old, in such a strong way. Li Feng kept this woman in his heart until his family's labels as landlords, rich peasants, and rightists were removed, and they were given some preferential treatment when policies were reinstated. Li Feng immediately thought of Wei Hong, whom he had kept in his heart.

So, with a job quota, Li Feng returned to the village he had left three years ago overnight. However, this time, Li Feng brought back not only Wei Hong, but also his two-year-old son.

Wei Hong was the village's barefoot doctor. After Li Feng took her to the city, she studied at a health school for half a year and then went to work at the town hospital in Jiangzhong North Town (at that time, Jiangzhong North Town was still a town under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhong City, and it was only officially incorporated into Jiangzhong City in 1994). In the second year of working at the North Town Hospital, Wei Hong cut one of her fingers during a surgery while making a rounds in the countryside.

A small wound led to a widespread infection. When Li Feng rushed to Beizhen Hospital and saw his wife, who had just been brought back from the countryside by ambulance, she only asked him to take care of their child before closing her eyes forever.

When his son was ten, Li Feng met Su Yarong, a medical school graduate. Soon, this woman, then the chief physician at Beizhen Hospital, became Li Feng's second wife.

Three years later, they had a daughter. Another three years later, Yarong, having completed her part-time postgraduate studies, was admitted to her master's program. At the end of that year, as part of an academic exchange program between her college and abroad, Yarong was sent to the United States for further studies.

Just after New Year's Day of Yarong's third year in the US, a lawyer from Philadelphia contacted Li Feng. He was on Yarong's behalf to process their divorce, as Yarong had decided to settle in the US.

Painfully, yet calmly, Li Feng completed the divorce proceedings with Yarong. With his son, now in high school, and his daughter, who was starting to sing and dance, Li Feng lived a simple life.

Years later, Li Feng's son graduated from university, then went on to graduate school, and finally earned a master's degree.

In his second year of master's studies, his son brought home a wife for Li Feng. It was agreed that after completing his master's, his son would return to Jiangzhong City to work, so his wife, Tao Feier, a graduate of Peking University's journalism department, went to work at the Jiangzhong Daily in the northern district of Jiangzhong City and lived in Li Feng's current home.

After completing his master's, amidst the many expectations of his family, his son, without informing anyone, went on to pursue a doctorate at a national university in Tokyo, Japan, an island nation separated from our country by the sea.

As a father, Li Feng not only couldn't stop his son from pursuing a doctorate, but also had to wholeheartedly support him. However, his son hadn't even consulted with his own wife, which left a small but significant knot in Li Feng's heart. Why choose Japan to study? This added an even bigger knot in Li Feng's heart.

But he couldn't even see his son, and Li Feng's knot in his heart couldn't be untied in the short term.

Faced with her son's sudden and seemingly unreasonable choice, his daughter-in-law, Fei'er, very well-mannered, didn't show it much in front of her father. However, Li Feng could clearly sense the tension in her heart.

Both emotionally and logically, he, as a father, had a responsibility to do something for his son, which meant taking good care of his beautiful wife, whom his son had silently left at home.

Li Feng had grown up with his grandfather, and years of experience had honed his skills, making him not only excellent at housework but also a culinary expert. His work at the adult education office was only busy for a few days a year, giving him ample time to take care of the family.

When Fei'er first moved in, she wanted to show off a little, but after tentatively reaching out a couple of times, she quickly withdrew her hand. Why? Because her seemingly young father-in-law was too capable in these areas! As a woman, she felt embarrassed to even lift a finger when compared to her young father-in-law in all matters of housework.

Eating is an important part of a family. Even ordinary home-cooked meals are delicious and nutritionally balanced, making eating comfortable and eliminating the worry of weight gain, a woman's biggest concern. Fei'er has only been in this family for two months, and she has already completely accepted all of her young father-in-law's arrangements in this area.

Regarding her living quarters, her father-in-law never enters her room when she's not home. He only cleans and tidies up when she's home, after getting her permission. Fei'er's work at the newspaper often requires her to travel, but when she returns after a few days, her room is dusty. So, Fei'er tactfully tells her respectful father-in-law that the room still needs

cleaning when she's not home, and he shouldn't only do it when she's there. Actually, Fei'er wants to clean and tidy her room herself, but her father-in-law says her work is tiring and insists on doing it anyway. Fei'er can't argue with her energetic father-in-law, so she has to let him do it.

For the first six months, Fei'er bought and washed all her own clothes. However, her work was very busy, and sometimes she didn't have time to do these things.

Several pieces of clothing that she hadn't bought herself appeared in her room; the colors and styles suited her perfectly. She tried them on and found they fit her just as well as she had before. After thanking her father-in-law, Fei'er went out wearing them.

A few times, she forgot to wash her clothes or put them in her closet, only to find them washed, ironed, and neatly hung there when she returned. After the first oversight, she forgot again, and in the days that followed, Fei'er seemed to only take care of her underwear; she neglected all her other clothes.

Fei'er became increasingly diligent at her newspaper job and spent more and more time at home, but she did less and less at home. Basically, she ate, slept, surfed the internet, enjoyed tea or coffee, and watched TV.

The young father-in-law was knowledgeable and insightful, and his profound literary background led Fei'er to share some work-related matters with him. As her daughter-in-law, the father-in-law naturally wanted to discuss things with her wholeheartedly. However, since it was a discussion, even though he looked young, he and his daughter-in-law were from two different generations. Thus, discussions about differing viewpoints between the two generations became lively.

Therefore, sometimes after dinner, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law would have a stack of manuscripts filled with text, starting calmly and gradually rising in voices, eventually bordering on heated debate.

People born in the 1960s hold certain beliefs that they stubbornly cling to. These beliefs and stubbornness are quite interesting to those born in the 1980s, and seeing her father-in-law get excited when he touches on these things fills Fei'er with pride.

So, Fei'er would often use these things to make her father-in-law excited, and she seemed to enjoy it and it was getting more and more out of hand.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 1: Was it wrong? Or not wrong? (3)

The peaceful family life could have continued indefinitely, but in the third year after his daughter-in-law moved into the house, Li Feng accidentally opened an email from a Japanese national university in his computer's mailbox.

This email address was registered by his daughter-in-law, and she was used to discussing the manuscripts she had interviewed with her father-in-law. So, in order to keep in touch with her father-in-law while she was out interviewing, she gave him the email password, and they discussed the contents of the manuscripts via email.

Fei'er originally had her own laptop, but when she came home, she always liked to fight with her father-in-law to use the desktop computer at home. As a result, her father-in-law was a complete novice when it came to the internet, and she would give him pointers while using the computer. The second thing is, her father-in-law was playing chess at a crucial moment and had a significant advantage when she suddenly snatched the computer away. Seeing his anxious, frustrated, and helpless expression, Fei'er felt incredibly happy!

The computer's email address was known only to Li Feng and his son, Li Hongmian (whose biological mother is named Wei Hong, and whose birthplace is Liumian Township, hence the name Hongmian), but the son and daughter-in-law rarely used this email address to communicate; they mostly used Fei'er's laptop.

These past few days, Fei'er had gone out for interviews, but she hadn't taken her laptop, so this email was sent to this address.

It was a lawyer's letter signed by their son, Li Hongmian, and its only content was a divorce agreement. This letter left Li Feng sitting in front of the computer, stunned, for a long time. He simply couldn't understand why.

If the divorce boom during the 1980s' emigration craze was a desperate choice driven by the seemingly endless wait for visas, then this is the 21st century, everything has changed dramatically. How could his independent, obedient, and deeply affectionate son make such a choice? The father was heartbroken, bewildered, disappointed, and utterly helpless!

A somewhat haggard Fei'er returned home. She hadn't left the house for days, didn't try to take the computer from her father-in-law, and didn't try to amuse him. He simply called her repeatedly after preparing the most delicious meals, and she would hurriedly eat a few bites before silently returning to her room.

Li Feng knew what was wrong with his lively and cheerful daughter-in-law, but given his son's actions, he, as her father, didn't know how to comfort her. All he could do now was to take care of her for a while longer, before she left the house. For his inexplicably unfaithful son, and out of his own guilt, he had to take care of the heartbroken Fei'er.

A few days later, Fei'er, still looking haggard, went to work. But from that day on, she rarely came home. This continued for about two months. One afternoon, Fei'er returned home and began packing her things in her room. Li Feng, unsure of what to say or do, silently slipped out.

In a phone booth, Li Feng stubbornly kept inserting coins into the slot, dialing the number that had been the only option since he saw that email—a number that always resulted in a string of gibberish followed by a busy signal. This was the contact information his son had left behind, now completely useless.

The son knew his father well; he knew his father's persistence and his pain. Therefore, after making that choice, he also chose to completely avoid his father.

As darkness fell, the father, who had decided to apply for a passport the next day to go to that country he so vehemently disliked, to find his son and get some answers, dragged his weary legs home.

Fei'er, having packed her things, was ready to leave immediately. She had prepared a table full of food and waited silently at home. As darkness slowly fell, Fei'er, who hadn't turned on the light, got up to light a candle. The person she was waiting for returned.

A farewell, a parting. Under the same eaves where they had lived together for three years, in the flickering candlelight, Li Feng raised his glass, and Fei'er raised hers too. They exchanged a silent toast

, each downing their glass in one gulp. The first bottle of red wine was gone; they each drank three large glasses before it was empty. They then took out two bottles of baijiu (Chinese white liquor) from the cupboard, which they had kept for entertaining guests, and poured them into glasses as well.

The sky grew deep and dark. The lights outside the window and the twinkling stars in the sky seemed to dart and spin. In the candlelight, Fei'er's rosy cheeks appeared to double. Li Feng knew he couldn't drink anymore.

In truth, he couldn't drink anymore, because the two empty bottles of baijiu were the only two bottles of liquor in Li Feng's cupboard.

"Fei'er, you...you sit...sit down first, I...I'll go...go...to...get...your...your...luggage. I...see...you off."

It was truly remarkable that Li Feng hadn't collapsed after drinking so much for the first time in his life. Slurring his words, he staggered towards Fei'er's room where she kept her luggage to retrieve what she had already packed.

He dragged Fei'er's luggage out of the room, and Fei'er, also somewhat unsteady on her feet, somehow produced another bottle of green liquor.

Fei'er insisted on finishing the liquor she had brought before leaving, and Li Feng, unable to dissuade her, had no choice but to sit down and continue drinking with her.

His vision was blurry, with two shadows visible, and his numb, stiff tongue couldn't taste anything. Li Feng and Fei'er poured the liquor down their throats, sometimes spilling it, sometimes pouring it down their throats.

Li Feng had no recollection of whether he finished the green liquor or not. When he woke up the next morning with a heavy head, he almost passed out.

Fei'er was sleeping soundly, holding him close.

Having been married twice, Li Feng knew instinctively that he and Fei'er had done everything they should and shouldn't have done.

He carefully pulled his still-erect member from Fei'er's tight embrace, slowly releasing her hands from his neck. As he got up and dressed, Li Feng slapped himself repeatedly.

Standing by the bed, looking at the still-sleeping Fei'er, Li Feng felt an overwhelming urge to die! After a moment's thought, he made a decision and abruptly turned to leave.

"Dad—"

Fei'er's voice called from behind, making Li Feng stop in his tracks at the bedroom door. Then, Fei'er, naked, rushed up from behind and hugged him tightly.

“Fei…Fei’er, it’s…it’s Dad…Dad…Dad…I’m…not…”

Before Li Feng could finish his sentence, Fei’er had already turned his back to him and looked him in the eyes. Fei’er said very seriously, “Dad, sit down first! Don’t say anything yet, listen to me first.”

She pulled Li Feng to the bedside and pressed him down to sit. Looking at him with his eyes downcast, Fei’er said, “Your son and I have been in divorce proceedings for three months.”

“I…I know, I…we…Li…Li family…we…we…we…were…sorry…to…you.”

Li Feng uttered each word with difficulty.

“Sorry? What did you do wrong?”

“Where…where…I…I’m…sorry.”

“Saying sorry means that your son’s divorce from me was his fault?”

“Yes…it was…his…wrong.”

“It was his fault! Dad! Tell me, what did I do wrong that made your son leave me?”

“You…you’re all good, it’s…it’s Xiaomian…”

“I’m good? Then your son is a bastard! Tell me! Am I not pretty?”

“Pretty…pretty.”

“Am I not virtuous?”

“Virtuous…virtuous.”

“I’m both pretty and virtuous, so why doesn’t your son want me? Ah!”

“It’s him…he…”

“He! What him! Don’t talk to me about that bastard! I’m asking you, your son did such a heartless thing, what do you think we should do?”

“Make…make up for…you…you say…how…everything…everything…”

“I can say anything? Okay, then I’ll say it! Tell me, your son doesn’t want me because he’s blind?”

“Yes…”

“Then you’ll do whatever I say, right?”

“Yes!”

“Then do you want me—”

“Yes! Ah~no…Fei…Fei’er…I…I…I…I say…”

"What is it? Did you say you wanted me and then go back on your word? You bastard! You bullied me! You messed with me! You said you wanted me and then you don't want me anymore! You're just like your heartless son! You have no conscience! You bastard! Waaah... I'll beat you to death! Beat you to death! Waaah..."

"Fei'er, Fei... Fei'er, Dad... Dad... no... yes, Dad... Dad said... said..."

"What did you say? Waaah... you bastard! Waaah... even you... waaah... you... also... don't want... me! I... I... waaah..."

"Fei'er, Fei'er, don't cry. Dad... Daddy... didn't... didn't say he didn't want you, Daddy said..."

"Dad! You just said you wanted me?"

"Yes, Daddy said..."

"What it is doesn't matter, what matters is that Daddy just said you wanted me! Daddy, you said your son wronged me and you wanted to make it up to me, so now that you want me, shouldn't you listen to me?"

"Yes, Daddy will... listen to you, whatever you say, Daddy will..."

"Listen to everything?"

"Yes..."

"Okay! You can't go back on your word after I said I'd listen to you! Come on! Start listening to me! Come on! Look at me!"

"I'm looking..."

"Don't just look! Kiss me!"

"No... Ah... Fei'er..."

"Why so much nonsense! Kiss me!

" "All you know is kissing? Touch me!"

"Why do you always touch the same place? Can't you change places..."

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 1: Was it a mistake? Not a mistake (4)

Looking at it, the white expanse in front of her was so real and dazzling, and on the white expanse, two red pebbles bobbing up and down made her heart flutter with panic. But she still looked and dared not really look, her face was firmly held in place by Fei'er's small hands, and she couldn't help but look.

They kissed, his clumsy, thick lips struggling to reach Fei'er's small face. Fei'er then wrapped her arms around Li Feng's neck, giving him a loud, loud kiss on his thick lips. Her smooth, nimble little tongue forcefully pried open Li Feng's teeth, darting and probing inside his mouth.

She touched him, her hands, wrapped around Fei'er's bare back, mechanically moving within an inch's radius. Impatient, Fei'er spread her arms wide, employing the ultimate technique of the "Golden Thread Wrapping Wrist" from her grappling skills, enveloping the old man's large hands and exploring every part of her body she could reach.

Li Feng was pinned down on the bed by Fei'er, and her clothes, which he had just put on, were completely stripped off. The equally naked Principal Li, the large, unruly man who had rebelled while being kissed and touched by Fei'er, was enveloped by a warm, moist body as he shivered.

Finally, after kissing Principal Li enough, Fei'er straightened up, adjusted her posture a few times, and then, like a small boat bobbing on the waves, hummed a song... Some people say that this place is a long string of small squares...

"Dad, I'm tired."

"Then Fei'er should rest for a while."

"Dad, I want to sleep a little longer."

"Okay, Fei'er, you sleep."

"Dad, you can't leave while I'm sleeping!"

"Okay, Dad won't leave."

"Dad, hold me."

"Okay, Dad..."

At noon, Fei'er, who was hungry, finally stopped clinging to him. After getting dressed and washing up, Principal Li went into the kitchen to make soup and stew fish, and while there was an empty space, he also took the opportunity to tidy up the messy dining table from the previous night.

The bottle was a Kouzijiao liquor bottle, but the liquor at the bottom of one bottle was green. When he smelled it, the strong aroma of liquor mixed with a familiar medicinal scent. Instantly, Principal Li understood where Fei'er had gotten the liquor from the previous night.

This wine, a vibrant emerald green, was something Principal Li had been sipping daily from the tip of his chopsticks since he was eight. He drank it once a day at fourteen, half a qian (a unit of weight, approximately 3 grams). After eighteen, he drank a full qian at noon every day, a amount he continues to this day.

His grandfather said the wine was nourishing and health-promoting but shouldn't be consumed in excess. He also said that once Li Feng had eight sons,

he could drink three qian at a time. In 1994, his 101-year-old grandfather passed away. He didn't tell his grandson what kind of wine it was. Knowing he would never have eight sons, Li Feng continues to drink his grandfather's concoction daily, a qian he's been drinking for forty years now. Once he exceeds eight liang (a unit of weight, approximately 400 grams), his legs will surely become weak.

There are still about two large vats of his grandfather's concoction in the cellar, enough for Principal Li to drink until he's a hundred. Fei'er is unaware of this cellar storage; the wine she brought was from a small jar that Principal Li had stored for convenience.

If Principal Li remembered correctly, there was no more than half a jin of wine left in the small jar. Although he had drunk a bit too much at the beginning yesterday, plus the less than half a jin of wine Fei'er brought, even if they had all been drunk, it would only have been an extra two liang of wine per person on average. But it was this extra two liang of wine that caused him, in his forgetfulness, to create such a huge mess!

This wine left by Grandpa! Before Principal Li could finish his post-event remarks, Fei'er was already complaining of hunger in the bedroom. After hurriedly clearing the table, Principal Li quickly went into the kitchen.

From that day on, Fei'er not only didn't leave, but she also insisted on sharing a bed with Principal Li.

Fei'er was a member of the new generation of the 1980s. In their era, even the most chaste girls were not prevented from watching those films that were inappropriate for those under eighteen to learn from.

Fei'er was clearly a standout among those observing and learning, and she generously shared all her insights and experiences with Principal Li, who was sleeping in the same bed with her.

Like water dripping on a stone, through constant exposure and subtle influence, Principal Li, waking up one morning in the sunlight, suddenly discovered that something was truly satisfying.

The previous night, he had been quite drunk at the celebration party, and upon returning to the women's team's accommodation, still energized by the alcohol, he was greeted by the girls' excited chatter, and ended up staying at this hotel-restaurant hybrid with his team.

It was another celebratory drink, but amidst the youthful radiance and the tears welling in their innocent, childlike eyes, I truly felt from the bottom of my heart that this was a genuine celebration!

The girls laughed, hugging me and their coach. The girls cried; after hugging their coach, they hugged me, and then everyone hugged tightly together.

The girls played around, and after their playful antics, they turned their attention to me and my coach. They made me hug my coach, they made me thank my coach by carrying him around the table…

The prelude to the commotion moved from the restaurant's private room back to the hotel room, and the symphony reached its climax. Had I kissed all the girls? Had all the girls kissed me? Had the girls pulled, dragged, and forced me to kiss my coach on the lips? Had the girls, after twisting our arms and making us drink the nuptial wine, pushed and shoved us into this room, shouting that they were taking the bride and groom to their bridal chamber?

Everything seemed unbelievably still before his eyes, yet everything was as ethereal as a dream. But reality was just like that. The beautiful and fit coach, who was several centimeters taller than him, suddenly shrank and nestled in his arms like a cat. And his own big, unruly guy, who had been increasingly disobedient lately, started to get restless again after the cat-like woman snuggled into his arms. Was this the aftereffect of the increasingly delicious taste?

Whether it was an aftereffect or a dream, the woman who had just been sleeping in his arms like a cat was now awake.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 1: Was it a mistake? Or not? (5)

"Xin..."

Looking at Xie Xin, who had opened her eyes in his arms, Principal Li wanted to say something. Should he call her Xie Xin? The two of them were already like this. Should he call her Xin'er? It seemed that they were not psychologically mature enough. So, this greeting, which took one of each, was represented by Xin...

"Brother Feng,"

Xie Xin responded simply and gracefully to the man's unexpected greeting, but her brow furrowed as she continued, "It hurts down there—"

"Really? Does it hurt badly?"

Seeing the woman's furrowed brows pained Li Feng, instantly easing his unease. He immediately asked with concern.

"Mmm—"

The woman nodded heavily and tried to move her leg, which was almost touching Li Feng's lower abdomen.

"Ah !"

She cried out sharply after only a slight movement, afraid to move any further. The pain was burning.

"Xin'er, don't strain! Let me help you…come on, slowly…oh—slowly…"

Li Feng's movements were as gentle and tender as his voice. Even the slightest movement caused Xie Xin excruciating pain, but lying flat on her side didn't cause her any pain.

Being so carefully cared for, a tenderness shone in Xie Xin's eyes; she wished this moment could last forever.

Lying flat, Xie Xin dared not close her legs, for even the slightest attempt to do so would send a burning sensation through her.

She could close her legs, allowing the man's concerned gaze to fall squarely on her crotch.

There, swollen and red, it was half-open, glistening with tiny specks of blood. Around it, the once meticulously trimmed pubic hair was now a tangled mess, and the fallen blades were covered with half-dried semen characteristic of his own body.

What was drawing Li Feng there was unclear, but seeing the tangled mess of pubic hair between the woman's legs, he naturally leaned in. The tongue is the best comb, for it can neatly comb through the tangled mess. Saliva is the best medicine, offering the gentlest solace. These were the little devils at home, giggling and rubbing Li Feng's hair as they guided him through the mornings.

With practice, it became natural; with naturalness, one would naturally do it when seeing it. Now, Xie Xin's hands were also grabbing and rubbing the man's hair between her legs, but instead of giggling like the little devil, she hissed and made nasal sounds.

The comb and the medicine made the woman feel safe and reassured at this moment. The difference lay in each woman's understanding of the comb and medicine, leading to slight variations in their final reactions. The comb had tidied the grass, and the medicine had greatly relieved the pain. Xie Xin curled up in the man's arms again, her fingers playing with his small, bean-like nipples, telling him her future plans. What happened after she got drunk—on the one hand, Principal Li had to take responsibility for his actions last night; on the other hand, it wasn't her responsibility—she was a woman! Although she had been forced into that position, it didn't mean she had given in. From today onwards, I'm going to keep my distance from you, but don't think you can run away from me because of that!

I want you to do this for me… I order you to do that for me… Maybe a year… maybe ten years, if you're truly sincere, if one day I find you agreeable, perhaps I can forgive you…

The woman spoke softly, and Li Feng listened quietly, stroking her hair. Then, a shout rang out: "Bride and groom, get up!" A whole roomful of people rushed in. Xie Xin immediately burrowed her head under the covers. Principal Li rubbed his nose, watching the girls in the room, grinning foolishly.

Whoosh—Yu Lian, who never fears a moment's inconvenience, yanked the covers off the two girls on the bed!

A whoosh—that was the cheering of the girls as the covers were lifted!

Ah—that was the gasp of the girls covering their faces and turning away.

But it wasn't that the girls were screaming in fright; it was because something on the bed—someone naked, with their legs sticking out too high!

After quickly covering Xie Xin with a blanket and putting on a fig leaf, Principal Li, displaying his authority and with a dark face, began to chase people out.

The principal's face was indeed dark, and although the girls apologized to Xie Xin and didn't want her to leave too embarrassed, they weren't afraid of their outwardly strong but inwardly weak principal!

Not only were they not afraid, but as the giggling girls sidled up to the principal, they also glanced at certain parts of his body and exaggeratedly stuck out their little tongues.

The girls left, but Xie Xin, caught in the act and seen naked, vented her pent-up shame and anger on Principal Li, who was also a victim!

The unlucky Principal Li was kicked, beaten, and bitten all over by the mother leopard, and he had to beg and plead, almost crawling on the ground, before the mother leopard quieted down a little. He was utterly

humiliated! The mother leopard, who had been so domineering and aggressive towards Principal Li, dared not show her face in public again. After helping his aunt get dressed and wash up, Principal Li also had to go downstairs to bring her breakfast.

"Coach Xie, are you up?"

Seeing Principal Li sneaking up from downstairs with breakfast, Yu Lian, always eager for trouble, grabbed him and asked.

"Yes, just got up."

Even a ghost wouldn't run that fast; Principal Li, having given Yu Lian a quick reply, fled like a madman.

Principal Li was fast enough to probably beat Fan Paopao (a famous Chinese runner who fled during the Cultural Revolution) in second place. But as soon as Principal Li put down the breakfast, a group of girls suddenly surged in. One breakfast for a whole room full of people—no choice but to go out and buy more breakfast in frustration.

The girls, after Principal Li's repeated instructions to take good care of Xie Xin, boarded the minibus that the cash-strapped Principal Li had rented with a heavy heart (after all, No. 33 Middle School was almost 20 kilometers away). Watching the minibus leave, Principal Li found a phone booth and dialed a number.

Having just finalized her divorce from Principal Li's son, a heartbroken Fei'er, besides hating her ruthless husband, least wanted to face was her father-in-law who had cared for her for three years. Because of those three years of living together day and night, two equally important people had formed in Fei'er's heart: her once deeply loved husband and her father-in-law who had always indulged and even spoiled her.

One of these men had once carried all her love, the other had given her a life of tender care. One had already distanced himself from her, while the other silently watched over her, filled with guilt.

The love she didn't need to let go of was buried in the sea, but the heavy, tender care only made her more bewildered. She thought of leaving quietly, burying all the love and hate deep in her heart! But those silent eyes repeatedly showed her the steps she was about to take! She decided

to stay somewhere nearby for a while; perhaps when time had faded everything in her heart, she could finally leave. With this thought in mind, Fei'er transferred from the newspaper office in the north of the city to the city television station in the south. Twenty kilometers wasn't far, nor was it close; for Fei'er, who couldn't bring herself to leave, it might have been just right.

Silent eyes, on the day Fei'er went home to pack her bags, seemed to have disappeared, their sadness amplified, yet they weighed heavily on Fei'er's heart like lead. "Let him eat my dinner one last time before he leaves." The lead weight in her heart made Fei'er's steps even heavier, and she withdrew her steps from the doorway.

If her husband could return as expected, if there hadn't been this sudden marital breakdown, then the love she and her husband would cherish—the love her father had given them—would have deepened and endured even more in the years to come.

If there hadn't been that final pause, if it hadn't been for that emerald-green wine, she would have kept this fatherly love forever in her heart, savoring it for a lifetime.

But there are no "ifs." When the emerald-green wine turned into flames blooming in the darkness, she too had to truly examine the feelings she had kept in her heart, the feelings she had prepared to take with her!

This feeling that should have been taken away has not changed, but has been attached to more things through the changes of fate. It has the love of a father and the love of a brother. Catalyzed by the flame, it finally blossomed into love - a love that lasts a lifetime.

Fei'er was awakened by the ringing of the phone while she was deep in thought. After listening to the phone, Fei'er began to ponder.

Her father-in-law said he was coming to see her, but his voice sounded different from usual! Is something wrong with him? Yes! He must have encountered something! Oh! Could it be? What

if I really think that? No! When the old man comes, I must interrogate him properly! I will not be surnamed Tao if I do not make him confess to the bedwetting incident when he was a child!

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 1: Is it wrong? Is it not wrong? (6)

Fei'er is very capable at work. The city TV station had long had the idea of recruiting her. Therefore, as soon as Fei'er contacted the transfer, the city TV station immediately agreed and even arranged a dormitory for her. This is also the place where Fei'er met her father-in-law today.

Without a hint of a smile, Fei'er opened the door for her father-in-law, offering him a cup of tea with a blank expression. In less than three minutes since he entered, Fei'er had him drenched in sweat. In the sweltering atmosphere Fei'er had created, her father-in-law, who had come to her seeking a confession, didn't need any further interrogation. He was determined to die cleanly, and within seven or eight minutes, he had laid bare everything that had happened the previous night.

He claimed it was all his fault, a moment of folly. Regarding the other protagonist of the incident, he only mentioned a teacher from his school named Xie Xin, omitting all other details. He accepted his own judgment, even the threat of death, without a single complaint!

Was this an admission of guilt? Or a show of defiance? Was he demonstrating his power by defending a woman he had never met, a woman he had so desperately tried to exonerate, who was now secretly gloating over her gain?

When the man in your own family makes a mistake, it's your family's business to scold or punish him behind closed doors! But someone else is secretly gloating while you benefit! Fei'er simply can't swallow this! "I want to see her,"

Fei'er said expressionlessly after a moment of silence.

"It has nothing to do with her, it's me..."

No matter how last night's events unfolded, no man can shirk responsibility, so her father-in-law wanted to put an end to the matter on himself.

"If it were just you yesterday, could you have done something so wrong to me?"

Looking at her father-in-law, who was trying so hard to take the blame, Fei'er offered her perspective from another angle. "Well... that's impossible, but..." It

takes two to tango; her father-in-law just wanted to avoid having one slap cut off while keeping the other one from being slapped as well. "Was it something you did together? Since it was something you both did together, as long as you didn't force her, she can't escape responsibility. Besides, if you couldn't control yourself and forced her, shouldn't I go and check on her even more?"

If you're wrong, you can't escape it; if it's not yours, you can't force yourself to take it on. Fei'er patiently and meticulously presented the facts and reasoned with her. Seeing her father-in-law hesitate to speak, Fei'er continued, "I'm not going to see her to argue; I want to resolve this matter thoroughly. If I don't see her and clarify things, what will you do if she comes looking for you again? You said it's all your fault, but if she comes looking for you and you try to shirk responsibility, wouldn't that be heartless?"

Taking a sip of water, Fei'er looked at her father-in-law, whose head was bowed, and continued, "There's another reason I want to see her, and that's for myself. I need to know what I should do next. I've been hurt once, and if I'm hurt again, I'm afraid I'll never be able to get back up. So, I need to see her. Let's go see her in a bit."

Fei'er spoke calmly throughout, even the sadness in her voice at the end didn't cause her any agitation. These words, calm yet tinged with sorrow, deeply pierced Li Feng's heart, because such slowly tearing wounds are the most unbearable.

His face alternated between pale and flushed, and he gulped down the tea in his cup, tea leaves and all. Li Feng abruptly stood up and said, "Let's go see her together!"

A few months ago, Fei'er got her driver's license, and her father-in-law bought her a Zhonghua Junjie. Now, Fei'er was driving this car with her father-in-law on the way to No. 33 Middle School.

Her father-in-law's face was pale, his eyes closed, lost in thought. Fei'er, seemingly expressionless, was also filled with many thoughts…

It had been a year and a half since she squeezed into her father-in-law's bed. In that year and a half, Fei'er had completely recovered from her trauma. And in that year and a half, under Fei'er's guidance, in her intimate moments with her father-in-law, Fei'er had enjoyed the unparalleled pleasure that her powerful, bull-like father-in-law brought her as a true woman! This pleasure, from every night, or occasionally during the day, from the morning sunlight, to the dinner table at dusk, to the splashing water in the bathtub, to the cuddling and caressing on the carpet, was something Fei'er enjoyed, something she was addicted to.

Does too much happiness lead to pain? If you asked Fei'er, who has been experiencing this for the past year and a half, she would definitely say: Pain! It's just too painful!

Happiness and pain are inherently impossible to coexist in one person. But when an exhausted Fei'er is carried to the bathroom by her energetic father-in-law, who helps her relieve herself before she has to go to work, washes her face and rinses her mouth, and then carries her to the dining room to feed her bite by bite, Fei'er feels immense admiration for the person who coined the idiom "extreme joy begets sorrow."

Because this person must have had a similar experience to Fei'er to have created such a fitting phrase.

Fei'er's happiness came from her father-in-law's tireless, large member, and so did her pain. Yes, that large member was so tireless; Fei'er loved it to death just thinking about it, but after loving it, she was terrified of it.

When she loved it, Fei'er would use her mouth when her garden was swollen, and when her cheeks ached from being hit in the mouth, she would use her breasts to shield it. But when she had used everything she could, and was fighting until she was almost broken, Fei'er deeply understood the coming pain. For

the first month after she squeezed into her father-in-law's bed, Fei'er was overjoyed and wanted him to be on her every day, even when she was menstruating, she wanted him to suckle her while she slept. Three months later, Fei'er said, "I'll let you do it when you want to, I'm really tired these days!"

For half a year, Fei'er, who had to escape every few days, was exhausted from being cooped up by her father-in-law for several days. She thought of her beautiful chrysanthemum. Although her father-in-law repeatedly stroked and kissed her chrysanthemum, which she had washed, he preferred to abstain from touching it himself rather than touch it. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but his manhood was excessively large, and such a delicate chrysanthemum would be easily damaged. On their first anniversary, Fei'er snuggled into her father-in-law's arms only once a week, trying to avoid arousing him as much as possible. Firstly, once she was in his arms, she couldn't help but want it, but even though he was very gentle with her, she would experience intense pleasure followed by excruciating pain. Secondly, once a week was enough to make him feel comfortable, but more often, not only would she be unable to endure it, but her father-in-law would also suffer from pent-up desire.

These two reasons were enough for Fei'er to think deeply. But the main reason, from the day she squeezed into her father-in-law's bed, was that she had asked herself: Could she stay in his arms forever? Fei'er couldn't answer that, yet she truly considered his embrace her lifelong support. However, crossing the mountain of societal expectations requires more than just courage. There are many paths to fulfilling the dream of staying in her father-in-law's arms forever, even bearing his children. Which one should she choose?

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