[The Young Hen] (Part 3)

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(III)

At university, Little Hen remained as outstanding and proud as ever. It was said that

many boys harbored ill intentions towards her, but no one seemed to have taken a liking to her yet. Little Hen usually kept to herself, making those "peach-like" boys

incredibly envious . For a while, Little White went to another city for further studies, and my philosophical questions continued to trouble me. One evening,

I hid alone in a secluded grove on campus, wanting some peace and quiet. I sat alone under the moonlight, like a

lonely wolf gazing at the moon. I had too many questions about life and survival, and such contemplation often proved

foolish and useless; my anguish was actually quite profound. I looked up by chance and suddenly met the bright moon high in the sky.

She was like an eye from beyond the mortal world, seeing right into the depths of my soul. I felt as if struck by a blow, instantly lost

in this seemingly affectionate yet indifferent eye, transcending time, completely forgetting myself. I seemed to have gained something,

and suddenly everything became much clearer. I can't quite explain what I gained; perhaps it was a Zen-like

feeling . My chaotic emotions seemed to calm down a bit.

Just then, in this pleasant tranquility, I heard someone cry for help.

I ran towards the sound and saw a chaotic scene: the little hen lay face up on the grass, her clothes torn to

large pieces, her white breasts, waist, and thighs protruding from the opening. Unable to catch the

fleeing figure, I quickly returned to the scene of the crime. To respect the little hen's usual reserve and pride, I

wrapped her in my own clothes, indicating I hadn't seen anything. I wonder if she had preserved her hymen. She seemed

stunned, only staring blankly as I cleaned up the mess, as if the matter had nothing to do with her; she was merely a

bystander . This expression instantly stirred a tender feeling within me. I knew this couldn't be publicized; her

appearance back in the dormitory would surely cause her a lot of trouble. Those girls who envied her and the boys who coveted her

were probably already waiting for this day. Human nature is a tricky thing. I told her my thoughts, and she nodded blankly.

So, under the cover of night, I took the little hen wrapped in my clothes to Little White's house.

I used the key Little White gave me to open the door. With Little White gone, the house felt very quiet. I told the little hen to take a bath, and

then I searched the room and found Little White's clothes. Although the little hen was a little curious about where I had brought her, she

wisely kept quiet and obediently did as I instructed. Little White's house was as simple and gentle as she was. After leaving the bathroom, the little

hen regained her senses and gradually relaxed in this environment. She

noticed Little White's close-up on the desk but didn't speak. I said, "If you feel better now, I'll take you back.

" She became terrified again and shook her head vigorously. For a girl like the little hen, who had always had a smooth life and was used to being pampered, this

must have been a huge shock. It's understandable that she didn't want to go back and face reality immediately.

"I said you can stay here, but you'd better think it over. I'm not a policeman; maybe I'm

a wolf in sheep's clothing.

" She suddenly smiled. This was the first time I'd seen her smile at me since we'd been elementary school classmates. I

was used to her stern face, and this felt strange. She had a captivating charm when she smiled; Little

Hen was a remarkable girl. A wicked thought flashed through my mind, and I thought of Little White again.

It was getting late, so I told Little Hen to go to bed in the bedroom, and I took a blanket and slept on the sofa in the living

room .

I was woken by the sunlight streaming through the window in the morning, and I realized Little Hen had vanished like thin air.

But she had left breakfast for me in the kitchen, and for the first time since Little White left, I ate breakfast.

Three days later, I lay in Little White's bed, lost in my daydreams. I liked lying in bed all day,

lost in thought . I wondered if I could live a simpler life, free from those complicated, dangerous, and useless thoughts.

The little hen arrived, carrying a huge pile of colorful meat, vegetables, and fruits, like a housewife.

It was almost dramatic. Watching the little hen bustling around, I hesitated, wondering if I should shoo her away.

As a victim of an incident, if this could distract her from her bad mood, perhaps it was a good thing.

After thinking it over, I watched her work at Xiaobai's house with my hands behind my back. It turns out women are naturally suited for housework,

even a proud girl like the little hen.

Just as the little hen and I were clinking glasses over a table laden with food, the door opened, and Xiaobai appeared before us, looking travel-worn, carrying a

travel bag . Seeing the warm family atmosphere inside, Xiaobai's smile was awkward.

Everyone was speechless; all Xiaobai saw was me eating

intimately .

The only thing I could say was to ask Xiaobai to get a bowl and chopsticks and join us.

Xiaobai, being quite understanding, indeed got a bowl and started eating. The little hen hurriedly shoveled down a few mouthfuls of rice and

hastily took her leave. Of course, no one dared to stop her; she fled as if she were running away. It turned out that it was my birthday that day, and Xiaobai

had specially taken leave to come back and reunite with me. Since I turned eighteen, my concept of time has become very vague; I've almost never celebrated

my birthday , and I've been too lazy to even think about how old I really am. Women are meticulous, so Xiaobai wanted to give me a surprise,

but I ended up giving her a "surprise."

Xiaobai was clever; she didn't even ask who the girl at the dinner was. She pretended nothing was wrong and continued

sleeping with me, but during sex, I sensed that she was preoccupied.

I've never liked explaining myself. If someone believes me, they won't doubt me; if they don't, explaining is useless and only

adds to the charge of lying. Besides, Xiaobai and I have no legal right or obligation to demand any

explanation from me, and the little hen's affair shouldn't be publicized, so I said nothing.

Xiaobai left again to continue her studies. As she left, she seemed to want to say something but ultimately did

n't .

Looking at her like this, I secretly wanted to laugh. I felt that feelings were too fragile to withstand scrutiny.

From that moment on, my fantasies about women lessened.

Each reduction in these illusory emotions allowed me to see others and myself more realistically. If I continued to

analyze things this rationally, my tenderness towards Xiaobai would merely be an excuse for physical needs, much like my relationship with the factory worker

years ago . Fortunately, everyone has a vulnerable, lonely, and aesthetic side, so

when I held Xiaobai, I wasn't just holding a female body for release.

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