[When I was young, I didn't understand women—Part 3]

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At the end of July 1977, after two years of study, this graduating class of high school students finally received their graduation certificates—
a small, bright red plastic booklet recording their academic performance, stamped with the school's large red
seal. A few days later, he, Chen Lijuan, and two other male and female classmates from their high school classes who were members of the Communist Youth League were
assigned to stay at the school as substitute teachers. Most of the other male students took advantage of the mine's recruitment of new workers to sign up for
jobs. Among the female students, only Wang Ruhua was fortunate enough to be arranged by her father to work in the railway system
; the others either went to work in the family production team growing vegetables, or as laborers in the coking plant, or sought refuge with relatives and friends to make a living on their own
. Thus, the students from their two classes went their separate ways.
Back in June, rumors circulated in the mining area and schools that a
nationwide college entrance examination would be held that year. In October, the mining area's loudspeakers broadcast
detailed regulations for college and university admissions, signaling the imminent resumption of the nationwide unified entrance examination, which had been suspended for many years. High school students, scattered across various locations,
returned to their alma mater after months of experiencing the hardships of life. At the school,
the principal assigned several veteran teachers to oversee their review and preparation. However, because the school had only offered
mathematics and Chinese, and other courses related to the coal mine's practical applications, the
students hadn't studied the essential high school subjects like physics, chemistry, biology, history, geography, and foreign languages. As
a result, they couldn't even find a high school textbook for self-study.
That winter, on a frosty morning, the mine dispatched a Jiefang brand truck to transport
the fifty-odd male and female students to the town's primary school for their first major exam. Due to inherent deficiencies,
many students were completely lost during the exam, resulting in failure.
Thus, after a two-month reunion, the classmates from the two classes reluctantly parted ways again. The
next reunion wouldn't take place for thirty years, by which time everyone was gray-haired and nearing their eighties—
but that's another story.
One Sunday in March 1978, he spent half the day at home reading, feeling utterly bored, and
decided to find Chen Lijuan to chat and have some fun.
He taught elementary school Chinese at the school. Thanks to his solid foundation and guidance from experienced teachers
, coupled with his own diligence, he adapted to the teaching role after a few months. Chen
Lijuan, on the other hand, taught music. Although she enjoyed singing and dancing, teaching was a different story
. Her music theory foundation was too weak; she couldn't even pass a simple musical notation test. Furthermore, her previous music teacher
looked down on her, making it impossible for her to continue teaching. She ended up working as a member of the school's Youth League branch. Therefore, they
didn't have much time to meet.
Reaching the gate of Chen Lijuan's house, he found it ajar. He gently pushed it open and went
inside. No one was there. He walked straight ahead, and when he reached Chen Lijuan's window, he heard
some noise inside. Through a corner of the windowpane, the scene before him instantly made his blood boil. Chen
Lijuan lay disheveled on her small bed, completely naked, her ivory skin gleaming. Her snow-white bra
was undone and carelessly discarded to the side, exposing two plump breasts. The areolas were swollen,
and the nipples were bright red and erect. Her panties had also slipped off her waistband
, hanging on one foot, with a few stray black hairs visible on them. Her thighs were spread
apart, and a man was kneeling between them, licking something with relish, accompanied by
the purring sounds of a puppy licking rice porridge. Chen Lijuan's eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, and she was humming familiar
sounds, one hand still kneading her breasts…
Watching this erotic scene, he felt a surge of indescribable sourness and shame. No wonder he
hadn't been able to find her for days; she had a new lover. Looking closer, he realized the man was none other
than Teacher Liu, who was in charge of the Communist Youth League at the school.
He was instantly enraged, a surge of anger rising in his head. Shame and indignation made his eyes red, and he raised his foot to kick
the door open. But then he thought, although Chen Lijuan had been with him, she wasn't married to him. It's said that
a girl belongs to everyone, but a wife belongs to one's own family. What right did he have to interfere with an unmarried young woman?
Besides, the Liu family was powerful and influential; his father was the deputy secretary of the mine's Party committee, and even the principal wouldn't dare offend
him easily. Making a scene over this would be embarrassing for everyone. Moreover, Chen Lijuan and Liu had probably been together for a long time
. If she were a promiscuous woman, it wouldn't be worth offending someone for her. Although Liu also had
his own family—his wife was a teacher at the school, a pretty young woman—they usually got along
quite well. Liu's infidelity was his business, but if it were exposed, it would likely hurt more than just one person
. After all, they were all teachers, and such affairs were taboo. At this thought, his heart turned cold. He quietly
retreated, while the two people on the bed, consumed by passion and madness, had no
idea that their affair had been witnessed.
The anger simmering within him was unbearable; he felt like a madman, desperately searching for something to vent his
frustration, yet unable to articulate it. Moreover, the mere sight of Chen Lijuan
or the teacher surnamed Liu filled him with a nauseating, unpleasant feeling, as if he had swallowed a fly.
Just as he was becoming increasingly restless, a branch school more than ten miles from the mining area needed a teacher. Upon hearing this, he
went to the principal and requested to substitute teach there.
The principal had been worried these past few days about not having anyone willing to go to that place. Not only was it far from home, but the climate there
was also extremely hot, earning it the nickname "the frontier of coal mines." Therefore, he readily approved his request and promised that
if the school had any recruitment quotas in the future, he would be the first choice for a permanent position; if there were any opportunities for further study,
he would also be the first choice.
When Chen Lijuan heard that he was going to the branch school, she came to find him, wanting him to stay at the main school so they could see each other more often. But
he responded to her neither humbly nor arrogantly. Seeing his unyielding attitude, Chen Lijuan stepped forward and hugged him, intending to...
She tried to kiss him, but he politely pushed her away, saying they should be mindful of appearances, especially since they were in the school office. Finally ,
Chen Lijuan burst into tears, sobbing as she told him she couldn't live without him, that she only had unrequited love for him. He smiled bitterly
, unsure what to say to get rid of her.
Finally, Chen Lijuan wiped her red, tear-filled eyes and left.
And so, one day in April, he went to the branch school to teach.
The branch school was located in the most remote part of the mine, 15 kilometers from the main mine. The main mine provided
three shuttle buses daily for the residents to travel.
There was a river there called the Xiangjiang River, its surface calm and still. The slopes on both sides
were covered with reddish, weathered stones that would flutter and
fall in the wind.
The locals named the area after Xiangjiang.
The Xiangjiang River flowed deep, surrounded by mountains; the front mountain was called Dongshan (East Mountain), and the back mountain was called Xilang (West Mountain).
Dongshan is lush and verdant all year round. Scattered throughout its heart are natural villages of varying sizes. Farmers
work from sunrise to sunset, planting two crops a year in the fields. In their spare time, they venture into the nearby mountains and forests to
forage for wild game and mushrooms, which they then sell in the mining area. Xiangjiang is rich in fish, including clams, catfish
, shrimp, and loach. During their breaks, workers like to catch fish and loach here, take them home,
fry them in sesame oil, and enjoy them with a couple of ounces of wine – a truly leisurely and enjoyable experience. Xiliang is shaped rather strangely.
Those who know a little about feng shui say it resembles the back of a giant sofa. Later, almost all the university graduates from this mining area came from Xiangjiang
, supposedly because of this "sofa."
This location, situated in a low-lying area surrounded by high mountains, is rarely disturbed by wind or rain, resulting in a
consistently high temperature. Only by climbing over the towering mountain peaks can one enjoy the cool mountain breeze. Therefore, the people working at the mine speak of
Hong Kong with a sense of dread.
However, it's quite difficult for local workers to travel to the mine headquarters. They have to work during the week and only one day
off a week. So, when they have little to do, they generally relax and recuperate, either swimming in the river to
catch fish and shrimp, or gathering firewood and mushrooms in the mountains. Those who can't stay idle cultivate plots of land around their houses to grow
vegetables. If they can't eat them all, they raise a piglet, slaughter it at the end of the year, and feast with friends and family.
The branch school isn't large, located halfway up the mountain behind the mine.
The branch school was surrounded by a large courtyard enclosed by blue bricks. Entering through the gate, there were two rows of classrooms, six
rooms in each row, and another row of red brick houses serving as teachers' dormitories for single teachers. In the center was a
playground with a basketball court.
The school had few students, basically only one class per grade, but despite its small size, it was fully equipped, with
everything from academic affairs to logistics. The school ran from first grade to eighth grade; ninth graders would board at
the main campus.
The branch school principal was a robust man in his forties, not a local, but from Pingxiang, Jiangxi. He had a broad
forehead, sparse hair, and a thin, gaunt face. He was about 1.7 meters tall and, according to him,
had come to the mine in the 1950s.
The branch school was well-managed. There was a lower-grade group with seven or eight teachers, categorized by
subject such as music, art, science, and physical education. The upper-grade group consisted of two junior high grades,
also with seven or eight teachers, covering subjects like mathematics, physics, chemistry, foreign languages, Chinese, politics, and biology. The music,
art, and physical education teachers taught both elementary and junior high classes. The branch principal also taught junior high Chinese.
The art and music teachers were a husband and wife, around forty-five or forty-six years old. They were alumni of the prestigious
Southwest Associated University, though in different classes. The husband taught art, and the wife taught music, though they sometimes
swapped classes. Regardless of the subject, they were almost equally skilled. The physical education teacher was a burly
young man, around twenty-four or twenty-five, with a full beard. He loved martial arts, and his office
was filled with large swords, knives, long sticks, dumbbells, and barbells he had made from steel pipes and iron sheets.
There was another female teacher in the lower grades, surnamed Wen. She was fair-skinned, tall, and had
short, naturally curly hair that accentuated her rosy, round face. Her voluptuous figure displayed the curves typical of women: high
breasts, large buttocks, and round thighs. She spoke with a strong northern accent. It was said that her
parents were both cadres who had come south; her father had been the deputy mine manager, and her mother the head of the cadre department. Now, the elderly
couple had been sent to do manual labor. Her husband had been the captain of the mine's motorcade, but he had been
imprisoned for killing someone during the Cultural Revolution. Therefore, she was assigned to teach here. She taught the main subjects for first and second grade.
He was assigned to be the homeroom teacher of a fifth-grade class, and also taught Chinese and math to fourth and fifth graders.
Since the previous teacher had transferred, there had been no full-time homeroom teacher, and his arrival filled the vacancy.
Within a few days, he had become quite familiar with the class.
He noticed that, perhaps due to the heat, many fourth and fifth graders had developed breasts,
their rounded bosoms revealing the beginnings of their girlhood. Especially in his class, many girls' breasts were particularly
prominent, with one girl named Xiaohua having the fullest breasts, which swayed with her steps
, reminding him of his former classmate, Li Cuixian.
Xiaohua had a full and well-proportioned figure, slightly dark skin, a small, cute nose on her round, apple-shaped face
, and two small, round eyes beneath slender, dark eyebrows. Her clear black and white
pupils constantly darted around, and she smiled before even speaking. Her lips were very thin and bright
red, and people said that thin lips meant eloquence. Xiaohua was the class monitor, often assisting the teacher with
tasks such as collecting homework and maintaining discipline.
What prompted him to take a second look at Xiaohua was one night around 10 p.m. After finishing his lesson preparation, he felt hungry
and went to the staff canteen to buy something to eat. While waiting for the cook to prepare noodles, he heard
a timid voice calling him from behind: "Teacher."
He turned around and saw Xiaohua, one of his students, and casually asked her what she was doing there.
Xiao Hua replied that she was there to buy noodles for her older brother who was in kindergarten. In the dim light, he saw
a smile playing on the little girl's bright eyes. The girl softly asked, "Teacher, do you have any extra food coupons? Could
you give me five cents?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out six food coupons, each worth five cents. He gave her two, and
Xiao Hua happily put them away. Then he handed her a dime. He pushed the girl's hand away, saying, "
This is for you, teacher."
As he pushed her hand away, he felt that the girl's hand was very smooth and exceptionally soft, feeling
only a soft touch. But it was just a fleeting moment.
Xiao Hua smiled, two shallow dimples appearing on her round face. She handed him the money again, pretending to be
angry, saying, "I said I'd give it to you, so I'll give it to you." Then he ignored her.
Xiao Hua was startled and stood silently to the side.
The noodles were cooked, and he bought a bowl, carrying it as he walked. After a while, he heard footsteps behind him.
Turning around, he saw Xiaohua carrying a large jar filled with the noodles she had just bought.
He asked, "Xiaohua, why are you taking this road?"
Xiaohua timidly replied, "This is the road to my house."
He said, "I'll take you home."
Xiaohua smiled faintly and said, "No need, we're almost there. Teacher, come
to my house to play sometime."
The next evening, he felt unbearably hungry again and went to the cafeteria. He didn't see
Xiaohua there, and felt a slight sense of disappointment for no reason. The third evening, he went to the cafeteria again. The noodle seller
was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen. She was pretty and slender, with a bright red blush on her fair face
. Seeing that he had been coming to buy noodles every night, the girl greeted him with a smile, even scooping out a little extra for him.
This made an older woman who worked with her laugh, and the plump woman said the girl should be his wife.
The two young people exchanged a deep look before quickly averting their gazes, while the girl blushed
and playfully scolded the woman for her joke. Just as he was about to leave the cafeteria, a petite
figure suddenly appeared before him—it was Xiaohua again.
That day, she wore a floral blouse, a little tight, which accentuated her full figure
. Two full breasts stood high on her chest, with two grape-like nipples faintly visible; below
was a slender waist, round and long, and then a round bottom, not very large, but still
plump; her shiny black hair was combed smoothly, her pretty apple-shaped face was rosy, and her eyes sparkled with a bright, soft
light, exuding a unique charm of a young woman.
"Teacher," she called politely, a slight pursing of her lips revealing two shallow dimples on her round face
.
"Oh—" he composed himself.
"You're here to buy noodles for your brother again?" He almost didn't hear the student's greeting.
"Yes, he said he was hungry when he got home from work, and we'd run out of noodles."
"Go buy some, I'll wait for you… oh, do you have any food coupons?" he stammered.
"I haven't finished using the money I took from you that day, I'll pay you back later."
"No need to pay me back, go on your way."
They started their journey home again. Xiaohua went home, while he went back to his simple
dormitory at school.
It was pitch black, and they walked with uneven steps. The sparse streetlights cast
strange, shimmering shadows on the ground. He walked absentmindedly, his eyes occasionally glancing at the hazy
figures of the female students beside him, while his nose inhaled the sweet, youthful scent emanating from them.
Suddenly, he stumbled, oh no, he twisted his ankle.
Hearing his pained cry of "Ouch!", Xiaohua turned around and asked with concern, "Teacher, what's
wrong?"
He groaned, "I twisted my ankle!"
Hearing his groan, Xiaohua quickly turned back and looked at him, asking, "Are you alright, teacher?"
Seeing that he was still groaning, Xiaohua said to him, "Teacher, sit down for a moment, I'll be right back."
Xiaohua turned and disappeared, but soon returned, panting and empty-handed,
saying to him who was sitting on the ground, "Teacher, come on, I'll take you back to your dormitory." After saying that, she bent down and let him put his hand on her delicate
shoulder, and slowly stood up.
They walked on, Xiaohua carrying his noodles, while he draped one hand over her shoulder and
swung the other, struggling to maintain his balance as he walked with difficulty along the rugged path. Xiaohua's shoulder was fleshy
, and his fingers felt its softness. Although his ankle was sore, having a female student
as a crutch made the pain bearable, especially since the accident was caused by his inattentiveness and
had brought unnecessary trouble to Xiaohua. As the ancients said, "Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune."
Because they were so close, Xiaohua's alluring fragrance filled his nostrils, and involuntarily
, his penis slowly swelled and hardened, pressing against his underwear,
causing him considerable discomfort. Fortunately, it was dark, so he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of the female student.
The last time I had sex with Chen Lijuan was several months ago, during the holidays. School winter
breaks are usually quite long, and since we were substitute teachers, we weren't as busy as the regular teachers
. We didn't have much to do, so it was common for us to spend time with my girlfriend every few days. Chen Lijuan
seemed innocent on the surface, but she was quite promiscuous and had a huge appetite for men. That time, she brought him to
orgasm twice and still wouldn't let him go. Sometimes at school, in any secluded corner, Chen Lijuan would
touch his penis, and after it became hard, she would demand he finish quickly. And when he touched her
crotch, he would find that Chen Lijuan was already wet with desire…
Even now, he still suspects that Chen Lijuan's virginity wasn't with him at all; he also… ever since he met Chen Lijuan…
After Juan's experience that time, she compared it with Li Cuixian's first time and came to a question.
Finally, they returned to his single dormitory. He sat down in a chair and gestured for Xiaohua to sit
on the bed. Seeing the beads of sweat on her face, he felt a pang of sympathy: "Thank you so much for tonight."
Xiaohua raised her flushed face and smiled slightly, saying, "No need to thank me. It's what I should do
. Anyone else would have done the same. Oh, right, I still need to return the ten cents to you..."
Before she could finish, he interrupted her: "Then I still need to pay you for your rescue tonight."
He then pretended to reach for his wallet. Seeing this, Xiaohua quickly stopped him, saying, "Teacher,
eat quickly, look, the noodles are getting cold."
Seeing him slurping down the noodles, Xiaohua picked up the washbasin beside her, went outside, filled it
halfway with water from the tap, brought it back in, added some boiling water from the thermos, tested the temperature, then wrung out a handkerchief and
let the teacher wipe his face. Only after the teacher had washed his feet did she pour out the dirty water. Then, she cleaned the bed, helped the teacher
to sit down on the bed, and closed the door.
Xiao Hua's hands were soft and fleshy, as if they had no bones. When she handed him a steaming hot towel
, his hand accidentally touched hers again, leading him to this conclusion.
After that night, his relationship with Xiao Hua became much closer. He specifically opened Xiao Hua's student
record, which clearly stated: Li Xiao Hua, female, born in 1965.
This meant Xiao Hua was only 13 years old this year, a full 5 years younger than him. According to age, he could only be
her older brother.
Soon, half a semester passed. In early May, the students took their mid-term exams. After the mid-term exams, according to
the teaching plan, the homeroom teachers were to conduct home visits. It was his first time being a homeroom teacher
, so he was particularly interested in this activity.
Visiting Xiao Hua's house was the last thing to do; this was arranged because Xiao Hua's house was closest to the school.
Hoping to meet Xiaohua's parents, he knocked on their door. A little
boy, about five or six years old, opened the door. He had the same round face as Xiaohua, with bright, dark eyes
that darted around. The difference was that his skin was darker.
Entering the courtyard, he saw three mud-brick houses, and several low sheds built along the gable wall.
The sounds of pigs grunting came from inside, and several chickens of varying sizes were foraging in the yard, occasionally stopping and starting. What caught his eye
was a water vat-like object buried in the yard, mostly submerged, with only the small opening
protruding about forty or fifty centimeters above the ground. A cloth bag-like object covered the opening.
Xiaohua was still at school, leaving only her mother at home—a
woman with a dark complexion, a voluptuous figure, and two large, prominent breasts. He explained Xiaohua's behavior at school to her
, and seeing that she was quiet and didn't say much, he took his leave and returned to school.
At the Xiangjiang branch school, the principal, though only a vocational school graduate, was quick-witted. Therefore,
he didn't require everyone to follow the same teaching methods; as long as the teacher grasped the key points,
any method was acceptable.
That afternoon, it was fifth-grade Chinese class, and the lesson was to write an essay describing natural scenery.
After explaining the points to pay attention to, he led the students out of the school gate to the banks of the Xiangjiang River, asking them
to carefully observe their surroundings.
However, just as everyone was intently watching and thinking, a student reported to him that someone
had gone to bathe in the river (in the local dialect, swimming is called 'bathing').
The boy swimming in the river was nicknamed "Er Gou" (Second Dog). This guy was known for bullying his classmates
and was a mischievous troublemaker, causing many teachers headaches. However, this boy had one redeeming quality: he was academically
gifted and never needed any help. He was incredibly bright, mastering any subject quickly and
finishing his homework in minutes after class. With nothing else to do, he would cause trouble everywhere.
Now, perhaps seeing the riverbank, he couldn't resist the allure of the shimmering water and quietly went into the river.
The teacher had reprimanded this troublemaker several times, but to no avail. Later, after reading
the story of Nian Gengyao's childhood, he was greatly inspired and changed his approach to disciplining the boy.
At that moment, he raised his voice and called out, "Tao Kai, Tao Kai!"
The mischievous boy, who was happily swimming in the water, saw his teacher calling him and hurriedly swam further away. Seeing
this, he raised his voice again, "Tao Kai, come back! I need to talk to you."
Only then did the boy turn back and swim towards the riverbank. Reaching a spot where they could easily talk, he said,
"Tao Kai, please test which parts of the water are deep and which parts are shallow."
Hearing his teacher's instruction, he smugly rolled his eyes at the students on the bank and excitedly
went to test the water. Meanwhile, the teacher took off his clothes, ready to rescue him in case of any trouble.
Seeing the teacher take off his clothes and stand on the riverbank, the students all exclaimed and imitated him. He turned around and saw
their excited expressions, calling out, "Slow down, I still have something to say."
Indeed, it was a hot day, and they were at the riverbank; it would be a lie to say they didn't want to play in the water.
Seeing that Tao Kai had completed his task and returned to the shore, he finally relaxed. He then said to the students,
"Everyone, quiet down. Now, I'm going to teach you a poem, Chairman Mao's 'Shuidiao Getou: Swimming.' Now
, everyone, recite it after me..."
After reciting it several times in turn, the students had basically memorized it. Then, he
explained the context in which the poem was written and its meaning. Finally, he instructed the students to form groups of three and
go into the water to play, provided they didn't go into the deep water. Tao Kai was no longer allowed to go into the water but instead followed the teacher to patrol and
prevent anyone from drowning or causing other accidents.
The girls gathered in a shallow pool, where the bottom was relatively flat and there was no silt; he had personally
checked it in before he felt reassured.
A large group of boys and girls splashed around on the calm river surface, their clear laughter echoing across the water.
The bolder ones swam around in the water, while the timid ones only dared to splash in the shallows. Some even started water fights,
instantly turning the calm river surface into a turbulent sea, their laughter carrying far.
He sat down on a rock on the bank, watching the students playing in the river.
The boys wore baggy shorts, brightly colored, like they owned a general store; the girls' shorts
were also mostly baggy, but light-colored, except they wore tank tops over their upper bodies. However,
some of the light-colored tank tops became translucent after being soaked in water,
leaving the girls with virtually no privacy.
He paid special attention to Xiaohua, who was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt. At this moment,
two round, dark marks were visible on her full breasts, with small raised dots in the center—Xiaohua's areolas and nipples, probably
, but they were not very clear from a distance. He wondered what those breasts would feel like to touch—soft
, firm, or just the right firmness?
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly, but blessings never come in pairs. Just as he was lost in these fantasies, Xiaohua, who was playing in the river, suddenly
swayed and fell into the water, splashing up a high wave that startled everyone.
Her classmate, who was with her, managed to pull her up. She was grinning, with a strange
expression, perhaps from choking on water, coughing incessantly. He had only just noticed Xiaohua had fallen into the water when he jumped
into the river in a few strides, half-pulling, half-supporting her to the shore. Xiaohua's foot had been badly cut by something
, and blood was dripping down her leg. He quickly sat her down on the ground
, untied his shoelaces, and tied them around her foot to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, he was wearing sneakers today, supposedly
for slip resistance, but the shoelaces unexpectedly proved useful.
While tending to Xiaohua, he managed to steal a few glances at her ample breasts, noticing that
the dark, round things on her chest were about the size of old-fashioned copper coins, with two small pink nipples clearly
visible in the center; he also caught a glimpse between her legs, where it looked like a steamed bun, round and
alluring. "It's a blessing to see the real thing," he thought to himself,
secretly marveling as he continued his work.
Several girls hurriedly pulled down Xiaohua's soaking wet underwear and then helped her put on dry
outer clothes. Because of the heat, none of them had extra underwear, so Xiaohua wore only her thin
outer clothes. As a result, Xiaohua's round body was vaguely revealed to everyone: her two full
breasts showed the unique shape of a young girl under the shirt, the light-colored shirt not being able to hide the flesh
color of her breasts, and her nipples were clearly visible on the clothes, with her areolas tinged with a dark color; the thin outer pants outlined
her round thighs, and her round buttocks were sticking out high, showing off her slender waist...
Xiaohua blushed with embarrassment and lowered her head, not daring to look at her classmates. The girls couldn't help but
giggle, while the boys looked at the girl with confusion, looking around in bewilderment.
Seeing that Xiaohua was dressed, he urged the students, "Everyone, hurry up and get ashore to assemble. No more swimming
! Group leaders, take a headcount of your groups. We'll go home in ten minutes."
The students walked back in twos and threes. Xiaohua twisted her injured leg, trying to walk forward, but she
stumbled and almost fell.
Seeing this, he quickly squatted down and let Xiaohua climb onto his back.
Xiaohua's face flushed red, and she refused to climb onto her teacher. Several girls helped her onto
his back, saying, "Let the teacher carry you. It's such a long way, we can't carry you."
Helpless, Xiaohua could only shyly climb onto his back. Hearing the students' cheerful laughter, her
round face turned as red as a ripe apple.
He held Xiaohua's round bottom and supported her full thighs, walking slowly towards the road, letting
Xiaohua's firm breasts press against his back.
Xiaohua, blushing, buried her head in his broad back, savoring the intimate contact with a young man.
As the saying goes, even a hundred steps isn't easy. Although Xiaohua only weighed a little over thirty kilograms, walking a long distance was still quite strenuous.
Sweat poured from his head, soaking his clothes in no time. Xiaohua softly
said, "Teacher, I'd better get off and walk myself."
"Don't move, Teacher will carry you. We'll go to the hospital to get your wound bandaged, and then I'll take you home."
"Teacher, I..."
"Hehe, don't be shy. You see, before when Teacher sprained his ankle, you took Teacher back to the dormitory
; now that your foot is injured, it's only right that Teacher take you home."
They walked and chatted. They
arrived at the hospital.
It was called a hospital, but it was actually a branch of the mining hospital, mainly serving the families of employees in the Xiangjiang area
.
At the hospital, after examining Xiaohua, the doctor disinfected and bandaged her wounds, and gave her
an injection to prevent tetanus infection. Xiaohua looked much better after the treatment; her pale face regained its bright red color.
However, she still couldn't get out of bed, so he took her home.
Xiaohua's parents were shocked to see the young teacher carrying their daughter. After learning what had happened
, they thanked him profusely and hurriedly invited him home.
Xiaohua's mother poured a glass of water, and upon learning he didn't drink tea, she busied herself putting some sugar in the cup
and offered it to the teacher. Xiaohua's father, meanwhile, insisted on buying wine and food to treat the teacher, but he politely declined. After
giving some instructions, he left Xiaohua's house.
Two days later, the students finished the essays assigned by the teacher. Because they had observed firsthand, everyone's writing was vivid
and lively. Xiaohua also wrote her reflections: lying on the teacher's back, watching the sweat streaming down his face as he panted
and climbed the hill, she felt so moved she almost cried…
Coincidentally, the main campus held an essay competition.
After reviewing all the students' essays, the branch principal selected five essays from his class and sent them to the main campus. Xiaohua's essay was…
His essay, written with genuine emotion and skillful use of language, was selected as the best in the school, while another student's
essay was ranked third. Suddenly, his class became famous throughout the school, and he enjoyed
the limelight for a few days.
His relationship with Xiaohua gradually grew closer.
During class, Xiaohua would often gaze intently at his handsome face with her large, watery eyes, and he,
in turn, enjoyed seeing her voluptuous figure in his field of vision. Sometimes, when Xiaohua came to his office
to hand in her homework, he would strike up conversations with her. When others were around, Xiaohua would become
particularly shy, her rosy cheeks captivating him, and her rounded breasts mesmerizing him. Whenever
Xiaohua was sick and unable to attend class, he would feel a sense of loss and become listless
, even his meals tasted bland. When he saw Xiaohua again, he was filled with
youthful energy, and he wondered if he had fallen into a new romance. A teacher-student relationship
was forbidden by school rules, and besides, Xiaohua was only a thirteen-year-old girl, a
tender bud. He suppressed his feelings deep within his heart; after all, he was an adult
, and a teacher at that.
Xiaohua didn't know if he was aware of her feelings, but she would often blush in his presence. Sometimes
, when she had nothing to do, she would come to his dormitory to borrow some extracurricular books. Therefore, his dormitory was often filled with their
hearty laughter. Xiaohua loved to laugh and sing. Sometimes, when she happily sang, he would
accompany her on his harmonica.
As Xiaohua's importance in his heart grew, he fell into deep thought. He wanted to escape
his longing for Xiaohua as soon as possible, but he was often powerless. Endless thoughts
entangled him like a giant spider web, impossible to shake off.
Before he knew it, the end of the semester was approaching. As the homeroom teacher, in addition to completing his teaching duties
, he also had to conduct end-of-term evaluations for his students. Fortunately, his students had worked hard and basically
passed the entrance exams, which made him very gratified.
On the eve of the holiday, the headmaster slaughtered his own pig and invited everyone to his home for a small gathering. In the small home of the branch school principal, two tables were set up inside and out. Everyone 　　sat
according to their grade level . At his table, besides the teachers of the lower grades, were the couple who taught music and art. 　　 At the principal's house, everyone shed their usual refined manners, becoming unrestrained and carefree. 　　The funniest thing was that the principal's youngest son was being teased and constantly yelling, to which the principal simply smiled 　　. Meanwhile, his daughter was having a great time playing among the female teachers. Teacher Wen was particularly attentive, 　　undone the girl's hair, and then tied it into a pretty bow. The little girl ran in and out happily, leaving a trail of 　　joyful laughter. 　　 Dinner was served. 　　 The PE teacher laboriously carried in a large pot, a stainless steel pot, which, when the lid was lifted, was filled 　　to the brim with pork ribs and radish stew. Then, everyone hurriedly brought in numerous large and small bowls and plates, mostly 　　made with freshly slaughtered pork, in various styles including braised and stir-fried. The most impressive dish was a plate of golden-brown fried pork intestines, making one's 　　mouth water involuntarily. Finally, the branch principal, beaming, brought out a large bowl filled with 　　chili powder made from roasted red chilies, served with 　　a dipping sauce made from a common hillside herb, Sichuan peppercorns, MSG, and salt. A sumptuous dinner had begun. 　　 It was his first time being a guest at a leader's home, and this leader was his direct superior. Therefore, he was at a loss, 　　sweating profusely, frequently wiping his brow with a handkerchief. Seeing his flustered state, the branch principal burst into laughter 　　, using his chopsticks to put pieces of pork ribs and radish into his bowl, urging, "Little brother, come on, 　　try this, then try something else. Here, have a piece of fatty intestine, how about it, delicious, right? Let me tell you a 　　trick: when eating pork ribs and radish, you have to use dipping sauce; that makes them taste extra special." 　　 His thick out-of-province accent mixed with some local dialect had completely lost its usual authority. 　　 So, he simply let loose, and after a few sips of wine, he became even more unrestrained. 　　 The teachers resembled arhats in a temple, each with their own unique posture and mannerisms. The PE teacher, with his thick beard, 　　was particularly heavy drinker. After eating for a while at the upper grades' table, he went to the lower grades' table and 　　started drinking with Ms. Wen, a teacher from the elementary school. The two shouted "Seven clever ones, eight horses!" and played a drinking game, each taking a sip. Ms. Wen, a woman of her stature 　　, was just as spirited, her passionate drinking suggesting she could swallow the entire bottle whole. The most refined were 　　the couple who taught music and art; they didn't talk much, but they drank a lot. 　　 This meal lasted from 5:30 pm until 9:30 pm before finally stopping. 　　 Many people were quite drunk, including Ms. Wen, who could barely stand, her face flushed and eyes 　　watery, yet she kept asking for more wine. 　　 A person's alcohol tolerance is actually limited. If getting drunk is considered to be 　　at 10 points, then the ideal level is around 6 points; anything above 8 points will cause staggering... 　　 After he finished the last bowl of meat broth rice, the principal came over and said to him, "Little brother, are you full?" 　　 "Yes," he replied. 　　 "Good, that's good; come on, please do me a favor: take Teacher Wen back to her dormitory." 　　 "Yes, of course," he replied politely. 　　 "Old Mi, Little Wang, are you alright?" the branch principal called out, turning around. 　　 "We're fine, we're fine. A few more drinks wouldn't hurt," Teacher Mi said, hiccuping contentedly, 　　picking his teeth as he spoke, "It's a pity they ruined all the drinks today." "Hehe, we'll have more next time. 　　Now, I have a task for you: help the little brother take Teacher Wen back to her dormitory." 　　 "Okay, okay," Teacher Mi readily agreed. 　　 As he stepped outside, he felt unsteady on his feet; he must have been about six or seven tenths drunk. Looking at Teacher Mi 　　, he saw him laughing heartily, his feet swaying in the air with his wife's help, while he enthusiastically announced, "Sending off Teacher Wen!"

The teacher returned to his dormitory, but he himself was unsteady on his feet. Seeing Teacher Mi's drunken state, there was nothing he could do
but let the two older teachers support each other as they slowly walked. Teacher Wen, however, had to be supported by him, especially
since they both lived in single dormitories, only a few rooms apart.
Finally, the group escorted Teacher Wen to her dormitory.
After letting Teacher Mi and Teacher Mi leave, he fed Teacher Wen a cup of sugar-salt water and told her to lie down. Fearing something might happen again, he sat down
in a chair at the table, intending to stay a while longer.
He flipped through a few magazines on the table, but finding them boring, he looked at Teacher Wen on the bed. Seeing her flushed
face, fair neck, and full figure, his heart fluttered: this young woman he had long admired for so long, today he could
finally admire her up close.
Half an hour passed, and after asking for water again, Ms. Wen seemed much more sober. Seeing that she was more awake
, he said goodbye and prepared to return to his dormitory. Ms. Wen, noticing this, urged him to stay, saying she wanted to talk to him a little longer
. Hearing her request, he hesitated and sat down again.
Ms. Wen smiled and thanked him for bringing her back, then asked if he had made a fool of himself. He then imitated
her drunken gait and started swaying. Ms. Wen laughed, saying he was making a fool of himself.
Ms. Wen asked him with a smile, "Young man, do you have a girlfriend? Want me to introduce you to someone?"
He blushed with embarrassment and mumbled that he was too young to think about such things.
Ms. Wen joked with a smile, saying that if he didn't hurry, he wouldn't have a good one later. He said that if
he found someone he liked, he would ask Ms. Wen for help.
Perhaps because they had both drunk alcohol, and people who drink a lot tend to talk a lot, they started chatting about all sorts of things
.
Teacher Wen recounted her past, telling of her parents' misfortunes and the anxieties and loneliness of her husband's absence,
tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke. Influenced by Teacher Wen, he also shared his past, his relationship with Chen Lijuan, and
as he spoke, he too shed tears. They
were both in the same boat. As the conversation deepened, the distance between them narrowed considerably.
Teacher Wen seemed neither drunk nor sober. While she was somewhat lucid, she
felt weak all over. Suddenly, she said she needed to urinate. He helped her up to get out of bed and go to the toilet
, but after a few steps, she became too weak to move. In desperation, he picked up
the enamel basin she usually used for washing her face. Teacher Wen, upon seeing it, said there was a special basin under her bed for urinating
.
The urinal had been overturned, but Ms. Wen didn't intend to take off her pants. She just glanced at him with affectionate eyes,
then lowered her head, a blush instantly spreading across her face. He understood and said, "Alright, I'll
go outside."
"No, you don't need to go outside. I...I...I'm too weak. Could you...please help me
untie my pants?"
He froze, staring blankly at the alluring Ms. Wen, unsure what to say.
"Hurry up, hurry up! I...I need to pee!" Ms. Wen trembled with anxiety, her face flushed
.
Just as he was still hesitating, he noticed a wet patch on Ms. Wen's crotch, realizing it wasn't a joke
. He didn't care about anything else and quickly pulled Ms. Wen's pants down to her ankles. In a flash, Ms. Wen
squatted down, and immediately, a tinkling sound filled the small room, just like the ancient poem describes, "large and small
pearls falling onto a jade plate."
After urinating, Ms. Wen offered him her soft hand, glancing at him shyly, gesturing for him to
help her up.
This time, he saw Ms. Wen's snow-white thighs with his own eyes; her skin was so white, it was beyond
description. These features were usually hidden under thick or thin clothing, rarely seen by others, except, of course,
her husband.
Ms. Wen had northern ancestry, with extremely white, smooth, and delicate skin; she was very tall
, half a head taller than him; she was quite voluptuous, her breasts high and firm, swaying with her
movements. Under the bright light, he stared in disbelief, his penis
hardening restlessly.
He struggled to help Ms. Wen up, walking slowly to the bedside, and then placed her on the bed.
Ms. Wen didn't avoid him, gesturing for him to help her find her underwear in a box.
He blushed and complied, then said he was leaving. Teacher Wen grabbed him, asking him to stay a little longer. Looking
at the beautiful teacher, he had no choice but to agree. Teacher Wen, hiding under the covers, struggled to change her already wet
underwear.
After their intimate moment, the two seemed inseparable. Teacher Wen stared at him for a while, then
suddenly pulled him close, making him sit on the edge of the bed. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and
began passionately kissing his face and lips. He was momentarily at a loss, sitting there motionless, letting Teacher Wen
do as she pleased. Suddenly, he slipped his hands under Teacher Wen's armpits, wrapped his arms around her broad shoulders, and
began kissing her hot cheeks. As he kissed her lips, Teacher Wen's soft
tongue seized the opportunity to slip into his mouth, swirling around, letting him taste her sweet, sticky tongue.
He kissed Ms. Wen passionately while his other hand haphazardly
caressed her high, firm breasts until she closed her beautiful eyes and let out a passionate moan.
He then pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her as he slipped his hand under her clothes
until it reached inside her bra. This time, he truly felt her large breasts.
Under his caresses, Ms. Wen let out an uncontrollable moan: "Mmm...mmm..."
Hearing his beautiful teacher's moans, he felt his blood rushing through his veins, his penis growing harder and harder
, a painful yet exhilarating swelling. Impulsively, he pushed Ms. Wen's clothes up and rolled them up
, revealing her two incredibly alluring breasts before his eyes.
Teacher Wen's breasts were like freshly steamed buns, plump and elastic, snow-white and high, with
fine blue veins clearly visible inside. In the center were two large, red nipples, gleaming brightly.
Stimulated by the man, they were now erect and hard, standing proudly atop the snow-white peaks, gazing down at
the passionate couple in the room.
Having not been with a woman for a long time, he was like a starving dog, no longer caring about his usual refinement.
He pounced on the woman's chest, sucking on one nipple with fervor, while his right hand
passionately caressed the other breast.
Teacher Wen's breasts were large, so large that his palm could only cover a small portion, with most
remaining exposed. Even so, he handled them with ease, sucking on the nipple with relish
.
After fondling Ms. Wen's breasts for a while, his right hand slid down her soft flesh, traversing mountains and
plains, until it reached the part of a woman that ecstatically roused men. He was startled; something seemed amiss, but
he didn't dwell on it. He simply caressed her protruding vulva for a moment, then his middle finger naturally bent downwards, slipping
into Ms. Wen's mysterious paradise. The moment it entered, he felt a furnace-like heat, along with
the long-lost wetness.
His finger stirred inside, producing a suggestive gurgling sound. With this subtle sound, Ms. Wen's
face flushed crimson with shyness: "Brother, stop teasing me."
Ms. Wen's moans echoed uncontrollably in the small room, while his penis swelled and
stood erect, pressing against Ms. Wen's body, causing a tingling, unpleasant itch. With their intimate actions, their
breathing became increasingly rapid.
He could no longer restrain himself. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he wanted to quickly insert his penis into Ms. Wen's
paradise, to release his youthful passion and vitality.
He broke free from Ms. Wen's embrace, hurriedly stripping himself naked. Under the light, his strong
body attracted Ms. Wen's burning gaze. She stared intently at his muscular naked
body and his long penis, her mouth involuntarily smacking.
Under the light, Ms. Wen was charming and alluring, her face flushed with the rosy glow of alcohol.
He pulled back the sheet and removed the underwear Ms. Wen had just changed. Now, she
lay naked on the bed, her navel round on her fair belly, the bottom of her slightly protruding abdomen a smooth expanse of skin,
without the usual pubic hair—this was what had puzzled him earlier. Her
full and smooth mons pubis contrasted sharply with her white thighs, strikingly beautiful. Looking at the beauty on the bed, his
desire surged like a wild horse. The room was brightly lit. He parted her legs,
revealing Ms. Wen's vulva in perfect detail. Her buttocks were round and white, with a rosy mons pubis between her thighs.
Her vulva was high and prominent, with darker labia majora in the center, now fully separated, revealing a
dark red cleft. The thin labia minora were even darker, the inner walls of which were dark purple near the vaginal opening
, turning rosy towards the outside. The vaginal opening was slightly open, and perhaps due to the intense
stimulation earlier, there was some white residue sticking to her perineum, anus, and around her labia majora. "Come on,
lick it for me," Ms. Wen said, thrusting her buttocks forward, making her plump vulva stand out.
Ms. Wen's labia majora were thick and elastic, the pink labia glistening with a glossy sheen. Strangely
, her mons pubis was completely hairless, like a little girl's vulva—smooth,
clean, and the fair skin looked incredibly alluring.
He had long admired Teacher Wen's beauty, and upon first seeing her, he was utterly captivated. However, because Teacher Wen was
several years older than him, he usually treated her with the humility and respect due to an older sister. Now, perhaps
due to the alcohol they had consumed, alcohol, especially in such a special time and place, had an unparalleled
aphrodisiac effect on men and women—no wonder the ancients associated wine and lust together.
Normally, he would have found a woman's genitals disgusting, as it was
the place where urination and defecation occurred, and human instinct would have been utterly repulsive. But now it was different. Perhaps the alcohol had clouded his judgment,
or perhaps the woman's tenderness had captivated him. So
, emboldened by the alcohol, he knelt between Teacher Wen's legs, inhaled, and smelled the sweet, fragrant scent emanating from her genitals—a scent that was incredibly alluring. He
lowered his head and began licking her glossy labia majora… He licked the left side a few times, then switched to the right.
Before they had exchanged many times, a small bud at the tip of Ms. Wen's labia majora, like a peanut,
protruded. The peanut was hard and gleamed bright red. A stream of milky white liquid
slowly flowed from the entrance of Ms. Wen's vagina, glistening under the light
. Ms. Wen's eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, and she was only focused on opening her bright red lips, making indistinct
moans.
He continued licking, and as his tongue worked, some of the milky white liquid flowed into his
mouth. He tasted it; it had a slightly sour taste, but it was acceptable. His tongue continued to probe
deeper into Ms. Wen's vagina, and more liquid flowed into his mouth.
Teacher Wen's moans grew louder and louder, and his tongue moved faster and faster. Finally,
with a long moan, a large gush of liquid gushed from that deep peach blossom cave, most of it flowing into his mouth
, and a small portion dripping onto the sheets.
After drinking the elixir from Teacher Wen's peach blossom cave, his penis swelled and became even harder.
Now, taking advantage of Teacher Wen's intoxication with pleasure, he quickly brought his erect penis to the
entrance of Teacher Wen's peach blossom cave. At this moment, his penis was already incredibly thick, the head of his penis red and itchy.
He simply thrust his hips forward, and the head of his penis sank into Teacher Wen's peach blossom cave, immediately
enveloped by a warm and tight feeling. He thrust forward again, and his thick penis entered Teacher Wen's
secret passage, enjoying the tightness and pleasure brought by that hot passage. He pulled back, and then thrust forward again.
With a "squelch," a peculiar sound came from the junction of the penis and the Peach Blossom Cave.
Although Teacher Wen was already a mother, perhaps due to a lack of male comfort, her Peach Blossom Cave had long been neglected
and remained quite tight. Now, with the entry of a young man's thick penis, she felt her empty nest
filled. Overjoyed, her two thick labia majora and minora worked together, tightly clamping the man's thick
penis. At the same time, some fluid gushed out along the walls of her cave.
His penis head became increasingly itchy and swollen. Just as he was trying to alleviate the unbearable itch
, a hot liquid surged onto his penis head, bringing a completely new sensation. He felt like
he was about to explode. He endured it, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He reached his limit, his penis
contracted, and streams of essence gushed out, reaching deep into the Peach Blossom Cave.
"Ah—" Teacher Wen let out a high-pitched moan, and from the depths of her Peach Blossom Cave, she once again gushed out her fluids. At the same time,
her labia once again enveloped the head of his penis, sucking on it for a long time.
After the intense exercise, there was extreme fatigue, not to mention that they were both drunk, first drunk on alcohol, and then
drunk on passion. After being relieved of their intense thirst, there was relaxation of body and mind.
He withdrew his limp penis from Teacher Wen's vagina, and then lay on the bed, his eyes barely open
; Teacher Wen kissed his lips, then pulled the blanket over him, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
Near dawn, he woke up, startled awake by a peculiar stimulation. He felt his
penis in a warm place, enveloped by a container.
He looked around in surprise and saw Teacher Wen kneeling between his legs, sucking on his penis with relish,
occasionally making squelching sounds; his penis was already stiff from being sucked, and the glans was itchy and tingling with pleasure.
Seeing that he was awake, Teacher Wen straddled him, her wide-open labia swallowing his penis
, her large breasts swaying as she looked at him…
In September, the new semester began. This time, he was teaching a new class of first-grade students; his
previous class had been promoted to junior high.
Before the semester even started, Teacher Wen's father was reinstated, and Teacher Wen was transferred to the main campus. The branch principal was
extremely reluctant; his staff was even smaller, making his already strained situation even worse. He
went to the main campus principal and had a huge argument, but to no avail.
Mid-month, news circulated among the teachers that the school had a spot for further education,
and they had originally planned to send him, but for some reason, the school ultimately decided to send Chen Lijuan instead.
Hearing this news, he felt a surge of frustration. He ran to the branch principal's office and called
the headmaster of the main campus to ask if it was true. The headmaster readily confirmed it was. He asked, "Headmaster
, didn't you say before I came that if there was a spot, I could go?"
The headmaster laughed heartily, "Young man, learning is a good thing! There will be many more opportunities like this in the future.
I will definitely remember your request. Work hard! Your headmaster said you're doing a good job. If there are any recruitment slots at the end of the year,
I will definitely make you a permanent employee, hahaha..." The headmaster hung up the phone with a laugh.
The branch principal felt sorry for him. After listening to his phone call and seeing his dejected state, he told him
the whole story: it turned out that the headmaster had also intended to send him, but Teacher Liu from the Communist Youth League insisted on sending Chen Lijuan
; moreover, after Teacher Wen left, the branch campus was clearly short-staffed, so the headmaster had no choice but to agree to Teacher Liu's suggestion
.
He was immediately furious and wanted to go to the main campus to confront Teacher Liu.
The branch principal immediately embraced him. He hadn't expected such a small matter as continuing education to escalate to this point
. He'd always seen this young man as well-mannered and not easily impulsive,
which was why he'd dared to tell him the whole story. Years of experience told him there must be more to it than met the eye.
So, he arranged for another teacher to switch classes with the young man, while he closed the door and questioned him carefully.
Then, with tears streaming down his face, he poured out everything: how he'd come to the branch school, how he'd been intimate with Chen Lijuan, and how he'd discovered Chen
Lijuan's relationship with the man surnamed Liu.
After pouring out his troubles, he felt a little better. He picked up
the tea the branch principal had poured for him and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing this, the branch principal refilled his cup.
Finally, the branch principal shared his considerations, provided a comprehensive analysis of the current situation, and told him
to take the college entrance examination while he was still young, and strive to get out of the mountains and coal mines on his own to find his own way out.
He also promised that if he wanted to prepare for the college entrance examination, he would help arrange his work and leave time for him to study.
The branch principal's words showed him the path he needed to take in the future. He made a firm
vow to the branch principal: "I will not let down the principal's sympathy and understanding. I will forge my own path and achieve results
so that those who hurt me will see who has the last laugh."
He meticulously planned and deployed his time: getting up at six in the morning, running for half an hour,
and then memorizing English for an hour; reviewing math, physics, and chemistry during the morning breaks;
reviewing history, geography, and biology materials during the half-hour lunch break; memorizing vocabulary and formulas while taking an evening walk; and even breaking his usual habit of going home on weekends
, telling his parents that he was studying for the college entrance exam. Of course, their support
was unquestionable, and now that he was in school, all kinds of textbooks and materials were easy to find,
a huge advantage compared to his younger days.
It was a Sunday morning, and instead of going home, he got up early and went
for a run on the path outside the school. While running, he suddenly encountered Xiaohua.
It turned out that Xiaohua had been passing by on her way and saw her teacher running. She smiled and turned away.
A few minutes later, Xiaohua suddenly reappeared on the path, wearing bright red sportswear, also running.
They ran one after the other, and as they ran, he admired Xiaohua's bouncing breasts—
breasts full of vitality, like two pigeons moving inside.
Tired from running, they stopped and sat down on a patch of grass. The teacher and student, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, were...
There were many topics to discuss.
One evening at the end of December, after a day of grueling studying, he strolled out of the school gate
and walked along the familiar path, reciting English words as he went.
In a small vegetable garden enclosed by branches, he saw a girl of about 16 or 17 watering the cabbages
. The girl had a slender figure, a slim waist, and rounded buttocks that swayed gently. Her long braid hung down
her back, dark and shiny, with a bow at the end. After a while, the girl turned her face, her delicate
oval face flushed pink, a rich and tender pink that seemed ready to burst with moisture. Even more alluring
were the two small but firm breasts on her chest, which pushed up the thin fabric of her clothes, creating the illusion of two mountain peaks.
He was stunned. How could he have never noticed such a beautiful girl before? Just as he was secretly astonished
, the girl working in the vegetable garden seemed to notice a boy peeping outside. She couldn't help but smile, a
smile that seemed to steal his soul, leaving him mesmerized for a long time.
The girl finished watering the vegetables, picked up the bucket, turned around, smiled at him, and then
walked away shyly.
He watched her figure gradually disappear into the distance, the outline of a poem forming in his mind:
A beautiful girl between heaven and earth / Elegant and serene, truly praiseworthy / A golden phoenix emerges from the mountain valley / Who knows where it will land in the future? Just
as he was reciting it, a crisp female voice came from behind him: "Teacher!" He turned around and saw
Xiaohua. He said, "Oh, it's Xiaohua, you..."
"Teacher, my family is slaughtering a pig tomorrow. My dad told me to tell you to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night," Xiaohua
said with a smile, puffing out her full breasts. He
had been mesmerized by the slender girl for a long time, and now, seeing the beautiful female student, his desire
was ignited. He grabbed Xiaohua's soft hand and couldn't help but play with it, feeling the girl's softness.
Xiaohua's palm was soft and yielding, as if boneless, and felt very comfortable to touch.
While playing with the female student's hand, he asked, "Xiaohua, let me ask you a question. Do you know
who the girl who was watering the plants here just now was?"
Xiaohua asked back, "Who was watering the plants here just now? I didn't see her."
"It was a girl with long braids and a pink face," he explained.
"You..." Xiaohua looked at him, puzzled.
"Never mind, oh, don't tell anyone what I asked you, okay?" he instructed.
The next day, near dinnertime, he carried two bottles of wine and walked into Xiaohua's house. Xiaohua's house was unusually lively that day.
There were four or five tables filled with people who had come to help slaughter the pig and the invited guests. Adults laughed and children shouted, and the small courtyard was
bustling with activity.
He was seated at the same table as the host family.
During the meal, he met Xiaohua's brother for the first time.
He was a year younger than him, but much more robust, and worked at the wellhead.
The table was laden with dishes: braised pork with dried ferns, the aroma of which could be smelled from afar; steamed lean pork with mushrooms,
another excellent mountain delicacy; loach with tofu, a truly famous dish; steamed catfish; sweet and sour pork ribs; all
excellent accompaniments to wine.
It was said that, apart from the tofu and vermicelli, most of the dishes were from Xiaohua's own land: the catfish
and loach were caught in the Xiangjiang River, and the ferns and mushrooms were gathered from the mountains.
Xiaohua's brother filled several large bowls with wine and placed them in front of everyone. Even before the wine was poured,
its aroma filled the air; Xiaohua and her mother bustled about, busy serving the dishes.
Xiaohua's father was the first to pick up his wine bowl, saying, "Come on, everyone, drink!" He took a big gulp.
The men followed suit, each taking a sip, and the banquet began.
He considered himself to have a decent capacity for alcohol, taking a small sip, and found the wine different from others.
Although it was baijiu (Chinese white liquor), it lacked the spiciness of other baijiu, tasting only smooth sweetness. He then
took another large gulp, and a warm sensation rose in his throat.
Seeing his openness, Xiaohua's father asked happily, "How is it? Is it alright?"
He swallowed a piece of meat he was chewing and replied, "Good wine, good wine!"
Xiaohua's father said, "Since it's good wine, let's both drink a bowl." He then downed his own bowl in one gulp, showing
the bottom of his bowl.
He also boldly picked up his bowl and drank it all in one go. Xiaohua's brother clapped his hands in delight
and then refilled his bowl.
To his surprise, he was utterly defeated by these veteran workers. After two bowls of wine, he felt his veins throbbing
, his face flushed, and he was too weak to continue.
He dared not sit down any longer, quickly shoveled down a mouthful of rice, and excused himself.
Seeing that he had finished eating, Xiao Hua hurried over to his side and offered him some water. He glanced at the sky; it was already dark
. He said he needed to go back to his dormitory. Xiao Hua told him to wait a moment, went back to her room to get a flashlight, and said she would
walk him there.
On the dark path, the teacher and student walked, but this time he was quite drunk, probably eight or
nine tenths full. His steps were unsteady, and Xiao Hua, supporting him, was panting heavily.
Suddenly, he regained some clarity. The girl he was embracing was none other than Xiaohua, the student he had longed for day and night.
But at that moment, the alcohol made his mind extremely agitated. He wanted to hold his beloved girl tightly, but
his body was limp and he seemed powerless. Even walking was difficult; his legs wouldn't obey him. If it weren't for Xiaohua's support
, he would have fallen asleep on the floor long ago.
Finally, they returned to his small dormitory room. Xiaohua helped him sit on the bed, but his body went limp, and
he lay down weakly. Xiaohua gently asked him if he wanted some water, but he shook his head, only grabbing Xiaohua's limp
hand and asking her to stay with him. Seeing him like this, Xiaohua stopped walking home and sat down beside his bed.
He grabbed Xiaohua's hand and pulled her towards him. Xiaohua immediately clung to him, and a
sweet, unique scent of a young girl wafted into his nostrils. He took a deep breath and felt instantly comfortable. With a quick
movement, he wrapped his arms around Xiaohua's chubby body, and she nestled into his embrace.
Smelling the girl's sweet scent, he turned Xiaohua's head and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. Xiaohua
tried to scare him, saying, "Someone saw us."
He said, "Don't be afraid, no one's here," while sticking his tongue into Xiaohua's mouth,
stirring vigorously, chasing after her soft little tongue. Finally, he caught it, then enveloped it and sucked.
Xiaohua's face flushed red, and she breathed heavily, crying out, "Let me go, let
me go!"
He felt tired, so he released his lips and touched Xiaohua
's heaving breasts directly. Xiaohua broke free from his large hands, climbed off him, and jumped to the ground.
He relentlessly sat up, then jumped to the ground, grabbing at Xiaohua. Xiaohua had nowhere to escape
and was caught red-handed. He held her tightly, his right hand forcefully sliding
down her collar until it touched her soft breasts. Besides feeling
the softness of her breasts, his palm also felt something hard and erect against it.
Xiaohua covered her flushed face in embarrassment, squatting on the ground, trembling.
Seeing this, he quickly withdrew his hand, saying apologetically, "Okay, okay."
Xiaohua squatted on the ground for a while before slowly standing up, stamping her feet, and walking away.
Hearing Xiaohua's heavy footsteps outside, he sobered up instantly. He looked at his right hand,
which seemed to still hold the feeling of Xiaohua's soft breasts. He couldn't understand why he had suddenly become such a violent person. He
raised his hand and slapped himself. The pain brought him some clarity, but also plunged him into deep self-reproach:
"What are you doing? If you like her, you should bring her joy, not hurt her. If you just want to play
with her, are you still yourself? Aren't you just like Chen Lijuan?"
He struggled to control his impulse.
He went out of the room, turned on the tap, and rinsed his head thoroughly under the running water
. After a while, he felt completely sober.
He sat down at the table and began to study diligently.
The next day, when he saw Xiaohua, he noticed that she seemed a little shy when she saw him, but there was no other reaction.
She was still smiling as always, and his heart finally settled down.
As the saying goes: Time waits for no one.
Time marches on regardless of human will, day after day, until finally, amidst the clamor of the biting cold wind,
1978 came to a close, and a new year began.
One Sunday in April 1979, he didn't go home because he was studying.
By then, he had essentially finished reviewing all the subjects for his high school exams; all that remained
was to solidify, consolidate, and improve his knowledge.
After a full day of studying, he felt exhausted and sleepy. At dinner, he heard someone say
there was a movie showing at the coking plant, so he changed into a freshly washed shirt, strolled out of the school
gate, and headed towards the coking plant by the river.
The coking plant was located on the banks of the Xiangjiang River, about 2 or 3 kilometers from the school. The road wasn't far,
but it was all downhill from the school and uphill on the way back. Normally,
people living around the school wouldn't go there unless the mine's film crew showed a movie, at which point some energetic
young people, couples, and students would go to join the fun.
When he reached the open-air plaza of the coking plant, it was already getting dark. A few playful stars
twinkled on the horizon, their bright eyes seeming to curiously observe what these creatures called humans were doing gathered together
.
The movie started; it was "The Scout," a war film.
Because the coking plant was far from the mine, the mine's film crew would occasionally come to show a movie
to entertain the workers and their families. Villagers from nearby villages would also
come in small groups, mostly young men. The large
square, which also served as a basketball court, would be packed with people.
As he was engrossed in the movie, he felt someone pressing tightly against his back. Because the weather
was getting warmer, he was only wearing a shirt that night. Through the shirt, he could see
two soft bulges pressing against his back. Suddenly
, a thought struck him—could this be…? He instinctively turned around and saw Xiaohua. What was she doing here?
He composed himself and greeted her, “Xiaohua, are you here to watch a movie too?”
“Yes!” Xiaohua replied softly.
“Can you see anything?” He was much taller than Xiaohua.
"Hmm, you have to stand on tiptoe."
"How about this, you come in front of me, that'll be better."
"Hmm, forget it, actually it's quite nice this way." Saying this, Xiaohua reached up even higher, trying to see
more, her breasts pressed tightly against his back, very comforting.
Seeing Xiaohua struggling so much, a surge of tenderness welled up in his heart, and without a word, he
pulled Xiaohua in front of him.
The crowd behind them jolted, squeezing them tightly together again, but this time Xiaohua was in
front, so she didn't have to stand on tiptoe anymore.
He asked smugly, "Xiaohua, is it better now?"
Xiaohua turned to look at him, smiling shyly, "Thank you, teacher!"
"You're welcome, it's nothing."
Then they continued watching the movie.
With a beautiful young woman beside him, especially a curvaceous female student,
it was impossible for a young man with normal sexual function not to be distracted.
The subtle fragrance emanating from the young woman constantly disturbed his senses. Moreover, they were pressed close
together, practically whispering sweet nothings. Now, with the student's soft, panting breaths in his ear, and his
hand consciously or unconsciously half-embracing her, he felt a surge of emotion, having not touched a woman in a long time.
Sensitive to the touch, after a few quick thrusts, his penis involuntarily hardened and pressed tightly against the girl's
plump buttocks.
He was extremely embarrassed, wanting to get his damned little brother away from that inappropriate place, so he
twisted his body from side to side, trying to make more space for his mischievous member. But after
rubbing against the girl's soft buttocks for a while, his penis became even more magnificent and thick, showing no sign of retreating,
remaining firmly established in the girl's warm and cozy nest, seemingly oblivious to its surroundings.
His plan failed, instead drawing a barrage of scolding from those around him: "Just watch the movie,
what are you doing?"
He wanted to say something, but hesitated. Just then, Xiaohua tugged at his hand, signaling him to
be quiet.
He lowered his head and gently touched Xiaohua's head to express his gratitude; in the darkness, Xiaohua smiled softly,
indicating she understood, and so, his little brother temporarily settled in Xiaohua's buttocks.
His hand quietly reached out and gently grasped Xiaohua's hand. She didn't move, and so,
as if their hands could speak, they reached some kind of agreement for the first time. Under the cover of darkness, he took Xiaohua's soft hand and
carefully kneaded it. Xiaohua's hand seemed boneless, plump and very playful. He had known this for a long time,
but had never had the chance to touch it up close. Tonight, his wish had come true. Xiaohua smiled shyly and let him
touch her. The subtle warmth flowing between their bodies melted their young hearts into mutual affection with its magical charm
.
It felt like only a short time had passed when the movie ended. As the crowd dispersed, they walked back. Watching
the crowd thin out, he said to the silent Xiaohua beside him, "Tonight I want to thank you."
Xiaohua smiled: "Why thank me?"
"Because..." He, usually so quick-witted, suddenly couldn't find the words.
Yes, what should he thank her for?
He thanked her for rescuing him from that awkward moment, but how awkward it must have been; he thanked her for her understanding,
but he had been violating her…
“That time, I’m sorry, I…” he said with difficulty. “Which time? How did you wrong me?”
Xiaohua looked up at him, her eyes glistening in the night.
“It was… well, it was that time I went to your house for drinks.”
“Oh, I’ve long forgotten. Hehe, you remember?”
“I remember, how could I forget? That time, I probably drank too much, so…”
“Hehe, that’s funny.” Xiaohua laughed, unsure if she had forgiven him.
“You, you’ll be my girlfriend.” He had no choice but to utter these words.
Xiaohua fell silent, not speaking for a moment.
“Do you agree or not?” he asked impatiently.
Silence, still silence, only a cool breeze gently flowing through the night sky.
They walked silently, neither speaking again.
The moon had already risen halfway up the sky, its soft light casting a hazy mystery over the surrounding scenery.
Finally, beside a patch of grass, Xiaohua suggested they rest for a bit, as the 2-3 kilometer uphill path wasn't
easy.
The two sat down on the soft grass. He took Xiaohua's hand and casually stroked it. Xiaohua
chuckled softly, her melodious voice filling the air.
He placed a hand on Xiaohua's chubby shoulder, and seeing she didn't move, he pulled her closer. Xiaohua
leaned against him, and he pursed his lips, planting a deep kiss on her plump cheek.
Xiaohua giggled. Seeing that she didn't reject his kisses, he was almost overjoyed, kissing her several times
before finally pulling away. Xiaohua bravely returned the kiss, her moist lips smearing his lips and face.
Tired of their playful antics, they stopped. He then continued with the same question: "Xiaohua, be my girlfriend
, okay?"
Xiaohua didn't answer, only giggled.
He grew impatient, grabbing Xiaohua's shoulders and staring intently into her small eyes, as if trying to
decipher her thoughts. Seeing his eagerness, Xiaohua laughed: "What if I don't agree?"
"Then..."
"Hehe, that's fun. If I didn't agree, would I do those things with you?"
Now it was his turn to be foolish.
Then, the two continued on their way. This time, hearing a little girl agree to be his girlfriend, he was
so excited that he sang and danced all the way.
Finally, they reached their parting point. Reluctantly, he held the girl's hand, inviting her to his dormitory
for a while longer. Xiaohua whispered, "It's too late today, let's come again another time."
He pulled Xiaohua close, embracing her soft body. His throbbing penis pressed tightly
against her soft belly. He panted heavily, his hips thrusting forcefully, his glans rubbing
and grinding against her crotch through his pants. After a few thrusts, his hard penis involuntarily ejaculated
, the fluid spraying into his underwear.
A moment later, he calmed down, panting heavily. Xiaohua clung tightly to his waist,
pressed against him without moving, her flushed face against his.
He embraced Xiaohua again, pressing her firm breasts against his own
, savoring the tenderness and warmth of the female student.
As he walked towards his dormitory, he noticed a damp patch in his crotch. He couldn't help but recall a scene from *
Dream of the Red Chamber* where Jia Baoyu dreamt of traveling in the Land of Illusion, where he made love with the fairy maiden, Jinghuan. Upon waking, his crotch was soaking wet, and his underwear was later changed by a maid named Xiren 　　 .
The maid, being greedy, even ate his
virgin chicken.

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