May this love last forever. (Part 2)

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My first year of junior high was the happiest year of our lives. We went to and from school together, always holding hands 　　.
It wasn't until I was actually in the same class as Ding Ling that I realized how outstanding her grades were. She
excelled in Chinese, English, math, physics, and chemistry. Coupled with her serious and meticulous attitude,
she quickly became a favorite of the teachers and was promoted to class representative and academic monitor at midterms.
In comparison, my grades were far worse. Except for English, where I might have had a natural talent for languages and could
keep up with Ding Ling, my other subjects were incomparable, especially physics and chemistry, which were absolutely terrible. Although Ding Ling
offered to study with me and help me catch up several times, I couldn't help but feel a headache coming on,
so eventually she stopped pressuring me.
As teenagers, we unknowingly began puberty. As mentioned before, Ding Ling was the precocious
type, and this year her development accelerated dramatically. Her breasts became noticeably larger, and thick armpit hair grew.
Ding Ling quickly transformed from a girl into a young woman, while I still looked like a child.
When she grew taller than me, I felt incredibly frustrated.
We also began to realize our own feelings. Seeing our unusual intimacy, our classmates started whispering
and speculating about our relationship. Although we continued to act as we pleased, perhaps because so many were jealous of Ding Ling,
someone went to the principal and complained that we were having an early romance. When our homeroom teacher called us in, we realized we'd been
stabbed in the back. In this era where early romance was considered a taboo subject, we had to compromise with our teacher
, promising to be more restrained in the future.
So, in the days that followed, aside from holding hands to and from school, we didn't have any special
contact at school. Even when I tried to show some affection, Ding Ling would quietly avoid me. I knew she
was no longer the girl who dared to love and hate; she had started to care about the teachers' opinions. After all, her mother was practically working
her way up to support her education, and she had to perform well. I couldn't hold her back, so I could only silently support her.
In the second half of the semester, I once again experienced what it meant for fortune to change so suddenly. My
father, who was away doing business for many years, had an affair. After numerous arguments
and even physical altercations with my mother, their relationship completely broke down, leading to divorce. I was awarded to my father because my mother
couldn't support my living expenses and education alone. Although I had no affection for my father, thinking
of Ding Ling's situation, I silently agreed to this arrangement.
I finally understood how much a harmonious family can affect a child. After my mother left, my father still rarely came
home. He simply hired a nanny to cook and do laundry for me, and gave me more living expenses.
Living alone most of the time, I became less obedient than before. I stayed out all night, skipped classes, smoked, and so on.
Since the teachers couldn't find my parents, what did I have to be afraid of?
Ding Ling tried to persuade me several times, hoping I wouldn't give up on myself, but it had no effect. I practically
had no guardian anymore, and my heart was filled with hatred for my father. I became increasingly rebellious, and she
couldn't possibly listen to my advice.
One day, she actually said to me, "Huang Tao, why don't you move in with me? We
can get through this together." That day, I inexplicably snapped at her, "Who wants to live with you? Do you
expect me to listen to your mother messing around with other men every night?" I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth, but
the stubbornness of youth made me hold back from immediately apologizing and making amends. Instead, I stubbornly stared at Ding Ling. At that moment, Ding Ling showed
a hurt expression I had never seen before. She didn't say a word for a long time, just staring at me with her large eyes filled with shock, grievance, and anger. She probably never imagined that such hurtful words would 　　come
from my mouth . 　　 Under that gaze, I began to feel guilty, but I still didn't think of apologizing. I just snorted coldly, turned around 　　, and left, thinking with regret that this time I definitely wouldn't even be able to be friends with her anymore. Although this 　　feeling of regret grew stronger, it still lost to the rebellious nature of youth. 　　 In my memory, from that day until I graduated from junior high, Ding Ling never spoke a word to me again. I hurt 　　her so badly that even today I regret saying such awful things. 　　 So Ding Ling continued to be a good student, while I went from being an ordinary student to a problem student. I got into 　　fights, skipped classes to play video games, and because I had a lot of money, I even got to know a few local thugs, 　　swaggering around the school. Students back then were naive and genuinely afraid of these so-called "big brothers." 　　They didn't dare fight back or report me when I punched them, just swallowing their anger. This only fueled my arrogance; I thought I 　　was really something. In 　　 the second year of junior high, Ding Ling and I were separated. I sat in the back, while Ding Ling, because she was being 　　given special attention by the teacher, was placed in the second row despite being quite tall. In the following days, I had 　　even less contact with her. Around this time, two transfer students joined our class: one named Zhang Jian, who later became my good friend, and 　　the other named Ouyang, whose family was supposedly very powerful and well-connected in both the legitimate and underworld circles. 　　 Zhang Jian was a tall boy, practically an oddity in the class. While we were 　　all only around 1.5 meters tall, he was nearly 1.8 meters. His massive size meant almost 　　no one spoke to him. He was rather shy, making him all alone 　　. 　　 Having often transferred schools myself, I felt a sense of kinship with him and 　　struck up a conversation. He was happy to be friends, and after getting to know him, we discovered we were kindred spirits—he 　　also spent his days in arcades and similar places. We hit it off immediately and quickly became friends. 　　 Ouyang, on the other hand, was introduced to me by Zhang Jian. He seemed rather gloomy, the 　　kind of person who would scheme against you behind your back. Coincidentally, he was also a troublemaker. His father brought him 　　a bodyguard on his first day at school, and I later learned that his father was quite influential, the kind of boss who had been around for many years.

Finally, we bleached our clothes with our brothers.
So the three of us became the three bullies of the class. Ouyang had already become a bit lecherous by then, often harassing
girls in class, frequently groping their breasts and buttocks in the chaos. I, on the other hand, wasn't interested in women
and was often teased by him for being an undeveloped kid.
Once, Ouyang even brought two unlabeled videotapes, supposedly brought back from Hong Kong by his father.
These were rare items at the time, and watching them was illegal. The three of us watched them together
; one was Japanese, the other foreign. The explicit sex scenes left
Zhang Jian and me, who had never experienced sex before, speechless. Ouyang even teasingly touched our swollen penises, saying, "Little
newbies, is this your first time experiencing sex?" That night,
I had a lewd dream; the female lead was Ding Ling, and we were having sex intensely. When I woke up in the morning, my underwear was a mess—I had
my first wet dream.
By accident, the photo of Ding Ling that I had always hidden in the necklace on my chest
was discovered by Zhang Jian when I took it off while showering together. It was the only photo of her I owned, taken when I graduated from elementary school
. Zhang Jian teased me, "I thought you weren't interested in women, but it turns out you have a crush on Ding Ling! Want me
to play matchmaker for you?" I felt bitter inside. When did I become a fan of Ding Ling?
When Zhang Jian came, I had completely broken up with Ding Ling, so he didn't know what my relationship with her was.
Faced with his teasing, I could only blush and retort, "What's it to you? Why are you so nosy?
" "Haha!" He had seized on my weakness and wouldn't let me off easily: "Actually, Ding Ling is really pretty.
There's nothing wrong with you liking her." "I said I don't like her, so why are you talking so much?" I
stubbornly insisted.
"So if I manage to seduce her, it's none of your business, right?" "What's it to me!" I felt
a pang of jealousy thinking about him chasing Ding Ling, but then I thought, how could Ding Ling, who just lazes around all day, possibly be interested
in him? So I replied nonchalantly, "Go ahead and try, I won't interfere."
"You said it!" He chuckled, "Don't regret it later." Although he caught me in the act, I told him
not to tell anyone, and he agreed, so I felt relieved.
But something happened soon after that, which threw my mind into turmoil.
That morning, before school started, Zhang Jian excitedly ran to my house and woke me up.
I was angrily cursing him for coming so early when he mysteriously pulled out a box and showed me its
contents. I saw it was full of hair-like things and snapped, "Are you crazy?
What do you mean by showing me hair this so early in the morning?" He chuckled and said, "This isn't hair, you know.
Guess what this is?" I impatiently replied, "How am I supposed to know what this is? Tell me if you want, or don't
!" He smugly leaned close to my ear and whispered, "This is Ding Ling's pubic hair." "What!" I
couldn't believe my ears. Had I heard correctly? By then, I was starting to develop, so I naturally knew
what pubic hair was, but how did Ding Ling's pubic hair end up in his hands?
Under my persistent questioning, he finally confessed: "Last night, Ouyang and I were wandering around the streets when
we ran into Ding Ling near a small park. Ouyang slyly asked me if I dared to sleep with her. Of course, I said no way!
Rape is punishable by death! Unexpectedly, he said he had his own way, and then I saw him approach Ding Ling alone. I don't know
what he said, but Ding Ling's face turned fierce, and then she was actually half-forced, half-dragged by Ouyang into the park
, to a secluded spot." Hearing this, my face turned deathly pale. I grabbed Zhang Jian's
hand tightly and shouted, "What did you do to her?" Zhang Jian felt a sharp pain in his hand and angrily said, "Huang Tao, what are you doing? Didn't you
say she had nothing to do with you? Why are you so agitated?" I thought to myself, "You really did say that last time," and had no choice but to let go of
his hand, continuing to press, "Tell me quickly, what did you do to her afterward?" "Ouyang slept with her.
" The short sentence Zhang Jian uttered almost made me faint, I nearly collapsed.
What he said next felt like knives stabbing my heart: "
After Ouyang and I dragged her to a corner, Ouyang pushed her to the ground and started kissing her face indiscriminately. His other hand reached under her skirt
and touched her cunt." I felt incredibly bitter, but I endured it as Zhang Jian continued
to tell me what had happened.
"After touching her for a while, Ouyang said, 'You're such a slut, I've only touched you a few times and you're already wet. Looks like you
're a slut just like your mother, haha.' Then he started tearing at her panties. Ding Ling started struggling but didn't dare scream
. Ouyang told me to hold her down, so I did, and her panties were pulled down." I cursed Ouyang in my heart
, but from Zhang Jian's words, it seemed Ouyang knew about Ding Ling's mother. Was he using that
to threaten her?
"After her panties were off, Ding Ling stopped struggling. Ouyang pulled out his penis, spread her legs, and
thrust it in. I watched from the side, and before I knew it, my penis was hard too. Ouyang saw this and laughed, saying, 'Brother, bear with it
for a bit, I'll be done soon and then it'll be your turn.' Hearing this, I could hardly bear it anymore; I just wanted Zhang Jian's story
to end quickly.
'After about a few minutes of fucking, Ouyang ejaculated. A while later, he got up, pushed me, and said, 'Brother
, don't be shy, go ahead, it's okay.' I'd never been with a woman before, but I couldn't resist,
so I pulled out my penis and fucked her too. The feeling of entering Ding Ling's pussy was indescribably wonderful—hot, tight, and slippery.
I fucked her hard dozens of times and then ejaculated inside her." I didn't know what to say anymore; these two shameless ..."That bastard cheated on me, he actually slept with Ding Ling and even ejaculated inside her. 　　 " Later, Ouyang said that since it was his first time, he wanted to leave a memento, so he shaved all her pubic hair with his small knife. 　　Look, this is it. I didn't sleep a wink last night looking at this hair, and I even fired several rounds of the gun. I rushed 　　over to find you as soon as it was light." Zhang Jian finally finished speaking, and I finally learned the details of their gang rape of Ding Ling.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to rush to her house and give her a good scolding, to ask her how she could be so easily gang-raped without even
putting up a fight. Was she really, as Ouyang said, a born slut like her mother?
In the end, I didn't ask. Instead, I inexplicably asked him for Ding Ling's pubic hair, which earned me a good
laugh. He asked if I wanted to use it for masturbation. Would I? I didn't know.
I suppressed my shock and went to school with Zhang Jian. When I saw Ding Ling in the classroom, I even suspected
that Zhang Jian had made up a story for me, because Ding Ling seemed perfectly normal, as
calm and composed as ever.
My initial excitement turned to calm after seeing Ding Ling. I thought those two bastards must know
I liked Ding Ling and made up a story to slander me.
But that same day, I learned that Zhang Jian hadn't lied to me. Because Ouyang had apparently tasted forbidden fruit and become addicted,
he forcibly dragged Ding Ling to the gym's maintenance room during physical education class and
raped her, only to be caught red-handed by the PE teacher. Ouyang was quickly sent directly to the school's disciplinary office. Zhang Jian, who hadn't participated in the rape
, escaped punishment, while poor Ding Ling was temporarily placed in the classroom office.
By the time I heard about this, it was already widely known, and even Ding Ling's mother's prostitution
had somehow been exposed. The matter was so serious that the school held a special meeting that morning to discuss
how to punish Ouyang. Such a serious incident would normally warrant
expulsion, but Ouyang's father arrived at the school quickly. He met separately with the principal and Ding Ling. Through
his actions, the story was twisted from Ouyang raping Ding Ling to Ding Ling seducing Ouyang. For some reason, Ding Ling
didn't refute this, so the school announced disciplinary actions against both Ouyang and Ding Ling, giving them both a major demerit
. The truth was thus distorted.
I knew, of course, that the idea of Ding Ling seducing Ouyang was utter nonsense, but since the parties involved hadn't said anything, what was the point of my protest
? I simply couldn't believe Ding Ling had become like this.
That day after school, I couldn't help but grab Ding Ling on the way home and drag her into a small alley.
"What happened? How did you become like this? That beast bullied you, why didn't you fight back? The school
framed you, why didn't you say a word? Dingdang! Are you still the same Dingdang? It's only been less than a year, and I feel like I
don't even recognize you anymore!" Ding Ling's eyes were filled with bitterness as she whispered, "Huang Tao, don't worry about me anymore.
I'm a dirty girl now, just let me fend for myself." "Are you crazy?!" I snapped. "I came here
out of kindness to care about you, you have to tell me why all this happened! The woman I love has become
a slut who gets ridden by thugs, have you ever considered my feelings?" Hearing my accusations, Ding Ling finally
broke down and cried on the spot. Seeing her sorrowful tears, my heart softened again. I remembered the
happy days we had spent together, and finally I grabbed her and held her tightly in my arms.
The girl's breasts pressed against my chest, making me a little restless. My already developed
penis swelled, pressing against Ding Ling's lower abdomen.
Ding Ling looked up at me, her face flushed, and whispered, "Huang Tao, take me to your house, let's make love!
" I froze, already aroused, and silently agreed to Ding Ling's words. So I took her hand and led her back to my
empty house.
Ding Ling lay on my bed, and as I trembled, I undressed her piece by piece,
revealing her flawless body before me.
Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Huang Tao, love me!" Hearing her words, a surge of heat rose in my chest. I
quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped onto the bed. I examined Ding Ling's still somewhat immature body closely.
Compared to girls her age, Ding Ling's breasts were very well developed, already quite large. I
gently grasped one—so soft! Is this what a woman's breasts are like? I gently caressed her, and
Ding Ling's face flushed crimson, soft moans escaping her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck
and offered a passionate kiss. Having not kissed in so long, we sucked on each other with unrestrained passion. Compared to her previous
awkwardness, Ding Ling was much more skilled now. She began to tease me with her tongue, occasionally slipping her little tongue
into my mouth. I felt a completely different taste from previous kisses; Ding Ling's slightly sweet
saliva mingled with mine, making me feel as if I were melting into this tenderness.
I remembered the scene of our passionate embrace in my dream, and unable to control my impulse, I thrust my penis wildly against Ding Ling,
wanting to feel more comfortable. But as a virgin, I couldn't find the entrance; instead, the head of my penis poked into Ding
Ling's stubble, causing considerable pain. They had indeed shaved Ding Ling's pubic hair. For some reason, thinking about this made me
even more excited, my penis throbbing painfully. Ding Ling silently guided my penis with her small hand, offering it
to the entrance of her vagina. I thrust hard, and my penis entered a warm, moist place. I believed
Zhang Jian's description of the sensation; it truly felt wonderful, so wonderful that I couldn't help but groan.
"Fuck me! My love!" Ding Ling's eyes were still filled with tears, revealing the pain in her heart
. But I, having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, had no time to think about such things. I just thrust desperately into Ding Ling's vagina. Before
long, my waist went numb, and I ejaculated my semen inside Ding Ling's vagina.
After the storm, I held Ding Ling, panting heavily. Ding Ling silently got up and started dressing. I quickly grabbed
her, saying, "Don't go. You still haven't told me why all this happened." "I sold my virginity,
" Ding Ling said softly, her face turned away from me. "I sold it to that Ouyang's father." So that's how it is.
No wonder Ouyang knew about Ding Ling's affair, no wonder he had leverage over her to make her submit. I angrily
yelled at Ding Ling, "And what about today? Why did you let Ouyang go? He was definitely going to be expelled!" Ding Ling
turned her head, looking at me with sorrowful eyes, and said, "Huang Tao, don't be silly. You think we can really fight ..."i=62> Do you think I can get past those rich and powerful adults? Even if I stubbornly insist on getting Ouyang expelled today, it's nothing to him.

It's just changing schools again. But what about me and my mother? Ouyang's father will definitely retaliate! So he came to
me today and gave me three thousand yuan as compensation, and I agreed." I was completely speechless. Actually, I knew perfectly well
that what Ding Ling said was true. I could only lower my head dejectedly and ask, "Why, why did you sell yourself?
" Ding Ling seemed to have difficulty speaking, and finally said, "My mother is getting older and it's becoming increasingly difficult for her to support both of us
. Besides… I wanted to lighten her burden." I smiled bitterly. Was I really going to sacrifice myself to ease my mother's burden
? I began to understand why my mother had wanted me to leave Ding Ling; even if she didn't want to, she
would eventually have to go this far. Having figured this out, all that remained in my heart, besides pity for Ding Ling, was
a deep disgust for this dirty and indifferent society.
I stayed with Ding Ling, silently escorting her home, not saying a word until she went upstairs.
Because of this incident, Ding Ling's reputation at school was completely ruined. Her former close friends all
kept their distance. Ouyang, after this incident, stopped harassing Ding Ling, but by then I saw him as
a thorn in my side. Soon, we got into a fight over a trivial matter, ending in a bitter argument. This time, Zhang Jian stood by my
side, which was somewhat comforting.
Later, I learned that Ouyang had a congenital heart condition. It could erupt at any moment, which is why his father
spoiled him so much. No matter what trouble he caused, he never scolded him, only helped him with the aftermath, thus spoiling him
into this lawless person.
This incident gradually faded with time, and soon it was the third year of junior high. The school shamelessly divided students into fast
and slow classes. People like me, along with Zhang Jian and the others, were naturally placed in the slow class. Ding Ling, although her reputation was damaged,
actually improved her grades through continuous effort and was naturally placed in the fast class.
At this time, Ouyang suddenly wanted to transfer schools again. Before transferring, his father used his connections to have his major demerit removed.
The man had some conscience; he also removed Ding Ling's demerit.
Before leaving, Ouyang found me. The usually arrogant man actually apologized to me solemnly. I was
wondering what was going on when his words cleared up my confusion: "Back when I was with Ding Ling, I didn't know you
liked her. Zhang Jian told me later." " If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have touched your woman.
Consider this a debt I owe you, and I'll definitely repay you someday." Hearing these words made me feel much better, and I
sincerely wished him well, waving goodbye. Actually, Ouyang wasn't a bad person by nature, just spoiled.
Sometimes, parents being too indulgent isn't a good thing.
In the following year of junior high, even those of us in the slower classes had a small test every three days and a big test every ten days. I wondered
what Chinese education did besides making us do test papers, so I just scribbled randomly on the test papers, not
taking these boring mock exams seriously at all.
After a while, my homeroom teacher came to me. I thought it must be about the exam, so I calmly walked to
her office. Unexpectedly, she closed the door as soon as I entered. I was wondering what she was up to.
She said to me very seriously, "Huang Tao, what's your relationship with Ding Ling like?" Suddenly, she said this
, and I didn't react for a moment. I could only say, "Nothing much, teacher, why do you ask?" "The homeroom
teacher looked at me intently, making me feel uneasy. I subconsciously turned my head away, but then I heard her say, 'Ding Ling
has a hard life. If you can, please show her some concern.' I was even more puzzled by her words. Aren't middle school students supposed
to consider early romantic relationships a serious offense? How could her, as the homeroom teacher, say something like that?
'Sigh…' she sighed, taking a stack of papers from her drawer. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were my
mock exam papers, now carefully stapled together, resembling a book.
My face flushed slightly; these papers must have been absolutely terrible. The homeroom teacher calmly
said to me, 'I called you here today because Ding Ling asked me to.' She picked up the papers and said, 'Actually, these papers
weren't graded by me. Ding Ling took them from me and spent a week, staying up all
night every day, carefully grading each question, noting where you went wrong and which page the correct answer was in the textbook.
Take a look yourself.'" Hearing my homeroom teacher's words, a warm feeling washed over me! Ding Ling,
you've always been quietly caring for me, but I've never paid any attention to you.
The teacher continued, "To be honest, I'm touched by this girl. Take a good look at her and
don't let her kindness go to waste." I nodded in agreement. She waved her hand and said, "Then you can go now.
" I bowed deeply and turned to walk towards the door.
"Huang Tao!" she suddenly called out, but hesitated slightly, "Ding Ling is a good girl, you should cherish
her..." As a teacher, saying such things was already the limit. I turned around, bowed again, and
quickened my pace to leave the office.
Although I was moved by Ding Ling's kindness, my studies had fallen behind for quite some time. Despite
a final period of hard work, I was still a full thirty points short of the cutoff score for a top-tier high school and ten points short of a second-
tier high school after the high school entrance exam. In the end, my father spent money to enroll me in the most prestigious private high school in the city. Ding Ling, on the other hand,
got into a top-tier high school as she wished, and our paths diverged once again. Zhang Jian didn't stay with me; instead, he went to another private high school. Without my friends, 　　I surprisingly became much more obedient
after entering high school.
Many things still happened, but smoking, gambling, skipping classes, and playing video games were still unavoidable
. I just rarely got involved in fights anymore.
My father was still busy with his business; under the circumstances of reform and opening up, it was said to be doing quite well, and he
had accumulated a considerable amount of capital. I hardly ever saw him, and after two years, I'd gotten used to it and
didn't even think he'd care about me. He had already married a woman only five years older than me, and apparently
they had bought another house. I'd only met her a few times, and I couldn't be bothered to care about their messy affairs.
The private school's management was only superficially strict at first; later, seeing that I repeatedly ignored their warnings and skipped classes ...I was still skipping classes, so they basically stopped paying attention to me, which allowed me to enjoy two more years of peace and freedom.

Life was like this: I'd go to class when I was in a good mood, but I'd also blatantly gamble in the last row during class
. Eventually, the teachers got annoyed just seeing me and told me I didn't have to come to class anymore, which I was happy to do. But wandering around alone was sometimes really boring, so I rented 　　a room
near the school for a little money . After that, I either slept soundly or invited people over to play cards. I felt like I wasn't living the life 　　of a student anymore; I was practically a typical delinquent. 　　 But lacking warmth at home and with no one to discipline me, I had no interest in studying hard and improving myself 　　. I'd already decided that I'd just be hanging out with my dad, and I might not even be 　　worse off than those college graduates from prestigious universities. 　　 Once, I was playing basketball with friends from high school, but because we arrived late, our spot on campus was taken 　　. Someone suggested we find a place to play outside, and since I had plenty of time and nothing to do at home, I agreed 　　. 　　 Unexpectedly, a group of us, led by him, ended up at a prestigious high school. As I stepped through the 　　door—a place so coveted by countless people—I inexplicably felt a pang of longing for Ding Ling. 　　 As fate would have it, I hadn't walked far when I heard someone call my name. Turning around, I saw it was 　　indeed Ding Ling. 　　 "Huang Tao, what brings you here?" Ding Ling, carrying a stack of books, walked towards me. My 　　friends, seeing I'd met someone they knew, discreetly moved away. 　　 "Nothing much, just playing basketball with friends," I replied casually. Looking at the graceful 　　Ding Ling standing before me, I was filled with emotion. When did we grow from little kids into adults? Yet, 　　the feelings between us were no longer as pure and innocent as they had been in childhood. Was this regression or progress? 　　 "You… how have you been?" Ding Ling asked softly, looking at me intently. 　　 I gave a bitter smile and said, "Nothing much, just a mess. How about you? It's been over a year since we last met 　　. How are you?" Ding Ling smiled slightly and said, "I'm alright. Studying here is quite intense, so I basically don't have 　　time to think about anything else. It's just that sometimes I think of you..." "..." I didn't know what to say. Actually, in many 　　moments of emptiness and loneliness, how could I not think of the little things I shared with her? 　　 But I couldn't say it, and instead said coldly, "My friends are waiting for me, I have to go." Ding Ling's 　　eyes dimmed instantly, and she responded softly, "Okay." I strode away, and after walking quite a distance 　　, I looked back. Ding Ling was still standing there, gazing at me from afar. 　　 This was the only time I met Ding Ling alone during my three years of high school. The next time I saw her was at 　　a reunion organized by my junior high classmates when we graduated from high school. Back 　　 then, cell phones weren't common, only pagers. I don't know who gave me my number, but 　　a few days before I was about to graduate from high school, I received a page from my junior high class monitor. 　　 Honestly, after three years of high school, I barely knew anyone in my class, and hardly anyone was familiar to me 　　. I actually missed my middle school friends, so I readily agreed to go. 　　 I really wanted to see Zhang Jian, my good brother, but when I arrived, I found he wasn't there. Ding Ling, 　　on the other hand, was there. My classmates all seemed much more mature; no one brought up Ding Ling's past anymore, 　　and they naturally reminisced with her. Ding Ling had grown into a beautiful young woman, and the boys would 　　blush when they saw her. Thinking back to our ambiguous relationship, my cheeks also felt hot. 　　 Led by the class monitor, we went to a KTV, which was just becoming popular. A waiter came 　　to ask if we had a reservation, and the class monitor, familiar with the place, gave out the room number. We were then led to 　　the room. After the door closed, the group started chattering noisily, asking how the college entrance exam went and 　　what schools we got into. The class monitor was the most eye-catching, getting into a fairly prestigious medical university. 　　What surprised me most was that Ding Ling had bombed the exam, scoring only high enough for a third-rate university. Faced with her classmates' 　　regretful expressions, she said it didn't matter, since university was the same no matter where you went. I looked closely at her expression and 　　realized she genuinely wasn't discouraged. Even when the class monitor suggested she retake the exam, she 　　simply shook her head and said forget it. 　　 Then some ate snacks, and others sang. My singing was really terrible, so I wouldn't 　　embarrass myself in such a situation. I just chatted with a few familiar boys. Suddenly, someone suggested the class monitor 　　and Ding Ling sing a duet, and everyone started cheering. 　　 To be honest, I'd never heard Ding Ling sing before, and I was kind of looking forward to it. With everyone's enthusiasm, 　　Ding Ling finally agreed, and someone immediately picked a love duet for them— 　　"Crystal," a popular song at the time, by Richie Jen and Yuki Hsu. 　　 After the singing started, Ding Ling's voice shocked me. I had never imagined her voice could be so beautiful; it was truly 　　as pure and transparent as crystal, without a trace of impurity. Especially when they sang "My love with you is 　　like crystal," I couldn't help but feel jealous of the class monitor. 　　How wonderful it would be if I were the one standing beside Ding Ling, singing a heartfelt duet with her! 　　 It was already late after the class reunion, and everyone said goodbye and dispersed. The class monitor called me back, saying that since it was on my way, 　　I should take Ding Ling home safely. Actually, he knew a little about Ding Ling and me from the homeroom teacher, which was why 　　he was taking the initiative to create an opportunity for us. I hadn't realized he was such a good person. 　　 I walked with Ding Ling home, neither of us speaking, just quietly 　　going our separate ways. I suddenly felt a little awkward, and secretly glanced at her profile. Her delicate face and naturally 　　falling hair made my heart race. 　　 I secretly reached out, wanting to hold her small hand as I used to, but I didn't dare to, pacing back and 　　forth in the same spot. Ding Ling noticed my awkwardness, smiled slightly at me, and offered me her hand. For some reason 　　, I felt a surge of emotion at that moment, and I held Ding Ling's hand tightly, afraid she would run away from me. 　　 "Huang Tao, which university will you go to?" Ding Ling suddenly asked me.

"Me?" I thought blankly for a moment, then replied, "I don't know. My score was too low. What school
would want me? Maybe I'll give up and learn business from my dad." Ding Ling looked at me with her big eyes, seemingly lost
in thought. I changed the subject and asked her, "What about you? I heard you didn't do very well on the exam. Are you really not going to study for
another year? If I get a job, I can help you finish your studies." Ding Ling smiled at me and said,
"You used to be like my little brother, and now you're thinking about helping me earn tuition. Time really flies
." As Ding Ling walked, she looked into the distance, seemingly reminiscing about the past. After a while, she turned
to me and said, "Thank you, Huang Tao, but you're welcome! I actually hope you won't give up your studies and will finish university
." I smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I just coasted through high school. What's the point of coasting through a few more years in university
?" Finding no way to refute me, Ding Ling remained silent, and I fell silent as well. In the darkness,
only the soft sound of our footsteps could be heard. I wondered if I would ever have the chance
to walk hand-in-hand with Ding Ling like this again. Perhaps she would find a man who loved her, and then I would no longer have the reason to enjoy her tenderness
.
Thinking of this, my heart ached as if being cut by a knife. My longing and feelings for Ding Ling surged up
. I stopped, and amidst her strange gaze, I pulled her into my arms and roughly kissed her
lips.
She looked at me with wide, startled eyes, but didn't push me away; she simply let me hold her tightly, savoring
the fragrance of her lips. After the kiss, we were both a little breathless. I mustered my courage and finally
said to her, "Ding Dang, will you be my girlfriend?" Ding Ling's eyes widened instantly,
staring at me with emotions I couldn't understand. As I anxiously awaited her verdict,
a painful struggle appeared in her eyes. Finally, she covered her mouth, shook her head, and turned and ran away without a word.
Why? Why did she reject me? Didn't you have any feelings for me? I stood there,
stunned, watching Ding Ling's retreating figure. I couldn't believe she had absolutely no feelings for me; otherwise, why would she let me hug and kiss
her? But she refused to be my girlfriend?
I couldn't understand it. I had finally mustered the courage to confess, only to have it end so abruptly.
Later, to my surprise, when I mentioned to my father that I wanted to learn business from him, he resolutely
refused and even paid to get me into a third-rate university.
After so many years of not caring about me, he suddenly seemed to have fallen ill and started paying attention to me! I guess
his business was almost done, and since he and his mistress hadn't had any children, he was getting older and wanted to enjoy family life
.
Although I remained lukewarm towards him, and he didn't say anything verbally, his actions clearly showed
a change. To make my university life more enjoyable, he bought me a Mazda 6; knowing I liked playing games, he
bought me the latest PS2 and GBA; knowing I liked listening to music, he even bought me a Sony E888
and a then-extravagant Etymotic ER4.
I started to wonder if he was sending me to university to have fun or to study, but since he insisted
I go and have fun for a few more years, I didn't refuse and accepted his arrangements. Soon after, with my father personally seeing me off, I arrived at my university, a third- 　　rate college in 　　 Jiangsu
province .

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