Life is Like a Dream [Part 1-2] [The Harmonious Person]

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Author: Mu Zhiren Word Count: 4300

Life is Like a Dream

Chapter One: The Threshing Ground

August in Jiangnan is hot and humid. The scorching midday sun makes one drowsy. There is not a breath of wind in the air; the whole world seems to be still, except for the tireless chirping of cicadas in the treetops.

More than a month has passed since graduation. In this month, I have braved the blazing sun almost every week to go to the job market, submitting my resume to several companies. All my resumes, as always, disappeared without a trace. I spend my days idly at home, counting down the days, watching my parents' increasingly gray hair, thinking about my college classmates finding good jobs one by one, and Rong marrying far away in Nanjing. Disappointment and helplessness gnaw at my heart like locusts. In my most helpless, confused, and dejected time, my childhood sweetheart, Tongtong, showed me tenderness, allowing this small boat adrift on the boundless sea to temporarily find a harbor.

Today is the 14th day of the seventh lunar month. According to our local custom, the 15th day of the seventh lunar month is the day to worship our ancestors. Legend has it that this is the day when Yama, the King of Hell, gives the ghosts of the underworld a holiday, and the ancestors of each family in the underworld will come to the living world to drink and eat through the sacrificial rites of their descendants. After dinner, my parents went to my uncle's house to discuss the sacrificial rites. In the countryside, besides the New Year's Eve dinner, this is one of the most important events.

Before Tongtong left in the evening, my heart pounded as I asked her to go to the village threshing ground to watch the moon. Tongtong blushed and hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. The threshing

ground is located on the north side of the village, surrounded by large wheat fields. In the middle of the threshing ground, there are piles of wheat straw stacked. Climbing to the top of the stacks, you can see the beautiful river view in the distance. This used to be the liveliest place during the autumn harvest in the 1980s, and it was also the place where Tongtong and a group of other children played and frolicked. Of course, after the reform and opening up, the threshing ground became a thing of the past. During the day, the desolate haystacks stood forlornly, and at night it was even quieter.

As soon as it got dark, I hurried to the threshing ground. Tongtong hadn't arrived yet. I plopped down on the soft haystack, looking up at the bright moon hanging in the sky. I couldn't help but think of my first love, Min'er. That old man, ten years older than me, could he really give me the so-called happiness? I also thought of Rong, of that almost crazy night. The moon was so round that night too. Rong, what are you doing now? Are you writhing and moaning under your boyfriend? Then I thought of Tongtong again. Would we have a future?

Soft footsteps came from afar. Tongtong arrived, wearing a snow-white cotton blouse. The English word "Angel" printed on the chest was swaying up and down. Her light blue floral long skirt fluttered gently in the evening breeze. In the silvery moonlight, Tongtong was like a fairy descended to earth, smiling down at me lying on the haystack.

Chatting with Tongtong was always relaxing and enjoyable. I told her about my happy university life and funny anecdotes, and Tongtong would sometimes laugh out loud, and sometimes stare at me with wide eyes. When we got excited, I would occasionally mention Rong.

"Hanhan, is Rong your girlfriend?" Tongtong suddenly asked me.

I hesitated for a moment, nodded, then shook my head and said, "Sort of, but not really. We never even started, and it was already over."

"Oh, I noticed your eyes lit up when you talked about Rong, so I thought you must like her, right?"

"It's all in the past, there's nothing to say, she's married now." I looked up at the deep night sky filled with stars, unsure what to say.

"Then, Hanhan, do you like me?"

After a moment of silence, I suddenly heard Tongtong timidly ask this question. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to see Tongtong's expectant eyes.

"Yes, I like you, I've liked you since I was little." I gently put my arm around her shoulder, my tone firm and sincere. Tongtong paused for a moment, her face flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer

. The moonlight made Tongtong's hair appear silvery and hazy, and the fresh, virginal scent emanating from her body filled my nostrils.

We were so close that I could see the fine silver beads of sweat on Tongtong's exquisitely sculpted nose, her bright red, moist lips exhaling a sweet fragrance, and her firm breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Following the open neckline of her short shirt, I could see her fair breasts encased in a light blue bra, and my heart began to pound wildly.

I lowered my head and pressed my lips to Tongtong's slightly parted lips. Tongtong struggled slightly, then her body went limp, her eyes closed, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. Tongtong's kiss was awkward; I guessed this might be her first kiss.

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