From then on, we were strangers.

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Years of unrequited love in my youth, and then seeing her again in bed—a sight to behold, yet devoid of any desire
. During university military training, she was tall, full-figured, with big eyes and fair skin, and instantly captivated me.
Then came various attempts to get closer. She, however, remained lukewarm, neither accepting nor rejecting.
We often studied together and learned to dance together.
Perhaps it was because I was a virgin back then. In short, the closest we ever got was holding hands while crossing the street.
Countless times, I wanted to slip my sinful, lustful hand down her white neckline to explore the secrets of her breasts.
Countless times, I had this thought, only to withdraw my hand in fear.
Later, her mother passed away. I even walked with her around the track, talking to her to cheer her up. I worked part-time off-campus, earning some money thanks to my prestigious university background. Plus, I received a first-class scholarship every year, so I was quite well-off.
She, on the other hand, was an average student, unable to get scholarships. Her family was of modest means; her father was an alcoholic.
So, I often took her out to eat and stroll in the park. I also bought her some affordable gifts.
She accepted them all with a smile.
When my first girlfriend hooked up with me, she said, "So-and-so is great, you two should have a good relationship.
" When my first girlfriend dumped me, she said, "So-and-so doesn't know how to cherish what they have."
I said, "Then did you cherish what you had?"
She said, "Old Lan, we're good friends.
" Even as a novice, I felt a bit stupid at the time. So I started to distance myself from her.
As a result, she started to get closer. She would always intentionally or unintentionally hold my hand when crossing the street. She even sweetly asked me to take her to the cafeteria.
I confessed again. Rejected again.
Then I started to distance myself from her. When she called my dorm, I told my roommates that if it was Caiyun calling, they should say I wasn't there.
Slowly, she disappeared.
Then came graduation. Jobs. Work, work hard, earn money, buy a house, date, break up, date, break up again.
Then marriage and children.
She, on the other hand, married a man almost twenty years older than her, divorced with no children. They had two children. They're supposedly very happy. In short, it has nothing to do with me anymore.
At our fifteen-year graduation reunion, we met again. I was very busy that day, but all my classmates were going, and there were even some high-ranking officials among them. I figured I had to go and flatter them to see if I could get any projects. So I rushed over.
She was there. She looked exactly the same as before. She greeted me warmly when she saw me. I completely forgot about the past, only remembering the friendship between classmates.
After all, who doesn't indulge in hormones and romance when they're young?
Everyone started drinking. During the meal, several classmates I had helped started toasting, mentioning how I had helped them. Actually, it wasn't much. Everyone was poor back then. Someone borrowed 10,000 yuan, and I happened to have it, so I lent it to them. They said they'd pay it back in a month, but it took a year. I didn't care, as long as I had food to eat. That was the kind of help I gave, just a few people.
But I could clearly feel her eyes on me.
Then, when we were clinking glasses and chatting, she asked me where I lived, and I told her the name of my neighborhood. She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, your neighborhood is so expensive!"
Actually, she didn't know that I bought it for a very low price.
I haven't changed my phone number. She added me on WeChat. We started chatting. Her husband's company had gone bankrupt. Her husband is now retired and receives a monthly pension of 3,000 yuan. She works in administration at a training institution, earning a very low salary, which she doesn't want to tell me. She
flirts with me every day.
Until one day, she said her husband was taking their two children back to their hometown in Hunan and wanted to treat me to dinner. I happened to be returning to Beijing that day from a business trip. So,
we ate together again .
I don't know if human aesthetics change over time, or if impressions in the brain alter perceptions, but in any case, she was still that young girl.
We drank happily, reminiscing about the past.
As an experienced older man, I naturally asked: "Why did you reject me back then?"
She readily replied: "My family wasn't well-off, I needed to find someone rich."
"Then why did you still keep in touch with me?"
she asked. She said: "Because you're a good person, you take good care of me, and I couldn't bear to let you go.
" I looked at the Master Kong green tea on the table, thinking: "Isn't her surname Kang?"
As the conversation continued, the topic turned to her marital relationship. Her husband's relationship was terrible.
He was over sixty, occasionally having one night of passion, with countless other sexual encounters. I helped her up, helped her up, but she still collapsed and vomited.
Actually, the conversation had become quite clear by this point.
The two then went to a hotel, under the pretext of continuing to drink.
They undressed and took a shower. She got into bed wrapped in a towel and pulled herself under the covers. It was
broad daylight. I finished showering and got into bed too. I
was very excited. Very hard.
She touched it and said it was hard .
I wanted to see a place I hadn't seen in years. I lifted the covers.
Below that white collarbone, a plain, were two prominent C-shaped mounds.
The nipples were the size of thumbs, very dark. The result of breastfeeding two children .
I moved downwards, continuing to admire.
Sparse hair, a few white whiskers caught my eye.
Below were the dark brown labia majora.
A few drops of clear fluid. Like a flower just beginning to bloom.
She slowly lifted my head and slowly kissed me.
This kiss, many years overdue, was fitting and long.
She said, "Old Lan, I like your mint flavor." I said that's because I always smoke menthol cigarettes.
I said, "Caiyun, I really liked you back then. If we had been together then, our child would be in high school now."
She said, "Old Lan, I've never hated you. Life forced me to; I had no choice."
She said, "If it were today, I would definitely choose you."
Those words sounded a little harsh.
We were about to get down to business.
But I hesitated.
I knew that what I wanted to see in her was just the bulge below her collarbone, a dream from my youth.
Like entering a fantasy world in the Legend of Sword and Fairy, once the desire in your heart is fulfilled, you have to return to reality.
Yes, I returned to reality.
My firmness softened as the dream bubble burst.
I said, "I'm sorry, Caiyun, I'm sorry."
Her face was full of astonishment. Then, full of hatred.
She put on her clothes and quickly left.
I was alone in the spacious room, smoking.
I knew that from then on, we were strangers, never to meet again.

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