[Urban] Drunken Laughter in the Countryside (Hongtu Ji) (Complete) - 9

In Chapter Fifty of the Main Text, the story continues:

Xiangyu's eyes were watery, like dew-kissed grass. With each blink, tears, like pearls from a broken string, glittered and slid down her rosy cheeks, captivating the soul.

I gently wiped them away, but the more I wiped, the more tears flowed.

"Girl, don't cry, or your brother's heart will break."

Her cheeks were like flowers, a blush like a blend of lilies and red roses, or like a ripe plum or apple, making one's mouth water. If it weren't for many taboos, one would truly want to feast one's eyes on her beauty.

What a face it was! Evenly contoured, pure and flawless, radiant and lustrous, like solidified cream, her smooth, white skin revealing a fresh, tender blush—it could easily sweep away any man in the world.

"Brother knows he owes you a debt in this life. If there's an afterlife, I'd be willing to be your servant forever." She was a fairy who accidentally fell to earth, as pure as a snow lotus from the Heavenly Mountains, pristine and immaculate. I truly hoped she could find her own happiness, even though my heart ached.

As a man who loves beauty, I doubt anyone would willingly give up such a rare and beautiful flower to someone else!

Her slender shoulders trembled slightly, a smile blooming through her tears. Xiangyu's lips quivered slightly as she said to me, "I knew it!" I thought she would understand the meaning behind my words, but unexpectedly she said, "I knew my little brother loved me the most, and would never want to see his little girl sad and crying, right?"

"Little girl, how could your brother not love his sister? I truly want you to be happy."

"Being with you is the best thing for me." Like

a pear blossom in spring rain, the hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman. What else

could I say?

"Xiangyu, you know I already have two women. Aren't you afraid my infidelity will bring you more hurt and pain?"

"Heartbreak or pain, no matter how many women you have, I only know that I want to be with you, I want to be your woman, for all eternity!"

Such true love left me speechless. All I could do was hold her tightly in my arms.

"Xiangyu," I softly called her name.

"Hmm."

"You like to sing, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to sing for more people?"

"No. I only want to sing for my brother."

"Hehe." I couldn't help but laugh. "Silly girl, God gave you such a beautiful voice, how can you only let your brother hear it? That would be a huge sin of mine."

"Then what should we do?" the little girl said, distressed. "I don't want to join any record company. I've heard the entertainment industry is very complicated." "What

if it's our own entertainment company?" "Does

brother also plan to enter the entertainment industry?"

"Entertainment is a good thing. It can entertain others and yourself, and there's a lot of money to be made. Why not? Don't you think so?" "

But the entertainment industry is too murky."

"Only in murky waters can fish."

"Trying to catch fish in murky waters is risky. There are too many fishermen, and it'll be hard to find a place to fish!"

"This river is so long. One more or one less won't make a difference. Besides, we're just doing business, not making any deals."

"But do you have any signed singers? I heard those stars are worth tens of millions each. With Xia Cai Group's current liquid assets, signing even one would be a problem, let alone since we're not famous. Even top-tier companies might not be willing to sign us, since we're unknown in the entertainment industry," the little girl said with concern.

Xiang Yu's small, bright red lips were delicate and alluring, like ripe cherries. Her pearly teeth gently bit her bright red lips, making her look like a lamb fresh from a bath, her white lips perfectly aligned.

Her worry was subtly revealed between her red and white lips.

I chuckled and gently tapped her forehead, saying, "What a cute little silly girl."

"I'm not silly at all!" Xiang Yu blushed, and in the fleeting moments between glancing down, her posture possessed an indescribable sexiness and allure, a natural and effortless expression.

This unconscious beauty was nothing like the contrived shyness seen in television dramas; the two were worlds apart.

"You are the most beautiful choice in my heart!"

Any woman would beam with joy at such praise from the man she loves. Her

fair, delicate skin, fragrant and smooth, flushed like a flower under dew. A virgin's fragrance is a natural, subtle scent emanating from within, incomparable to any perfume, intoxicating and unforgettable. Such skin is absolutely alluring to a man.

Exchanging glances and whispering sweet nothings, her eyes held a tender, girlish affection, her unique, delicate fragrance constantly making me uneasy.

Her blushing face was pitiful, her captivating eyes infinitely alluring. With a gentle lift of her brows, she said in a soft, reproachful voice, "I knew you wouldn't let me go." Her

eyebrows, like willow branches or a crescent moon, were so slender and graceful, lying across her eyes, a delicate beauty that seemed to hold back a smile, a smile that seemed to hide a frown—truly heart-wrenching. Her eyebrows, delicately drawn, were as elegant as distant green mountains. Long, flowing brows that reached into her beard, like gossamer threads, captivated the soul. Their light, graceful movements, sometimes subtle, sometimes swift, were irresistible. Her

eyebrows, like distant mountains or crescent moons, rested gracefully on her bright, autumn-water-like eyes, slanting into her loose, flowing hair. They were sometimes slightly raised, sometimes lowered, sometimes relaxed, like tender willow shoots just beginning to sprout—how intoxicating!

Her raised brows seemed to hold unspoken emotions, their whispers even more enchanting.

This boundless tenderness lingered at her brows, an unspeakable ambiguity!

Oh, heavens!

I could no longer bear this unintentional, suggestive teasing. Gasping for breath, I pressed my lips to her cherry-like mouth.

Like mandarin ducks playing in the water, like phoenixes flitting among flowers.

Like joyful intertwined branches, like a beautiful, soft knot of hearts.

One pressed her lips tightly against the other's, her pink face nestled against hers.

Her high-slung skirt revealed two crescent moons on her shoulders;

a golden hairpin dangled beside her pillow, like a dark cloud.

A vow of eternal love, a thousand enchanting gestures;

shy clouds and timid rain, a myriad of alluring charms.

The warbling of

orioles never left my ears, sweet saliva slurred from her tongue. Her willow-like waist swayed gently in the spring breeze, her cherry lips slightly breathless.

Her starry eyes were hazy, fine sweat trickling down her fragrant neck;

her soft breasts swayed, dewdrops glistening on her peony-like heart.

Even if they were a perfect match, the taste of their clandestine affair was truly exquisite!

(Chapter 51: The beautiful narcissus 's

soul is consumed, wishing her beloved to taste it all, sharing both joy and sorrow.)

Xiangyu's tongue seemed to be filled with milk and honey; I gently sucked, truly a complex and refreshing sensation.

After a long while, when we were both breathless, we finally separated.

I took a deep breath of the cool morning air, calming my racing heart, gazing into her beautiful eyes, and whispered tenderly, "Xiangyu, you are so beautiful!"

Xiangyu's rosy cheeks were as beautiful as flowers, indescribably gorgeous. Her soft hands gently stroked her delicate, jade-like cheeks as she smiled shyly at me, as if saying, "I don't know which fool is so clueless about romance, failing to seize a beautiful woman right before his eyes, yet daring to call himself a hunter of beauty, how shameful..." This girl really dared to be so arrogant; if I don't teach her a lesson, what will become of her later? Just as she was about to speak, I silenced her with a kiss, my tongue plunging deep into her throat. A deep throat kiss—this is my specialty. By pressing my tongue deep into the other person's throat, with a domineering, possessive lick, I see no woman who can resist my tongue. It's a rather uncomfortable kissing style; almost no woman can last more than a few rounds under its influence. Using it on Xiangyu now was a last resort, a bit domineering, but I was determined to make her submit to it.

To my surprise, my tongue had barely launched its attack, only two rounds in, when she launched a counterattack, swift and fierce. Her delicate tongue, like an incredibly nimble snake, coiled and wrapped around mine, twisting and turning wildly. This was clearly a passionate kiss, a bit rough but quite challenging, perfectly suited for men. I had no idea this seemingly innocent girl possessed such skillful kissing techniques. Had I been deceived, or was she a born kissing master? I had to find out later, or I'd be dying of jealousy! Humph, I'll take care of you now! No

wonder my beloved loves to play with tongues, deep and repeated swallows.

Our tongues were like two passionately mating snakes, meeting and parting, lingering and endlessly affectionate. Our saliva was like celestial dew, flowing down our throats, permeating our hearts and souls. Fine wine, mellow and fragrant, intoxicatingly delicious. Desire burns like fire, fueling the intoxicating brew; blood surges like a tide, yearning for the beloved.

Tongues mingle, saliva flows, neither side gaining the upper hand. Dew heavy, flowers slender, thin sweat seeps through light clothing. The wind howls, startling the lovers from their dream. Deep affection, sweet and tender, yet a lonely path lies open.

Standing atop the mountain, gazing at the distant river, a surge of power washes over me, the pent-up emotions bursting forth, a deep, turbid breath shooting out, piercing the clouds and mist, soaring straight to the highest heavens.

"Facing the eastern cliffs of Jieshi, I gaze upon the vast sea. How tranquil the waters, how lofty the islands! Trees grow in abundance, grasses flourish. The autumn wind is bleak, the waves surge high. The sun and moon seem to rise from within it, the starry sky seems to emerge from its depths. How fortunate I am! I sing to express my aspirations. The great river flows eastward, its waves washing away countless heroes of the past. Now the waves still surge, the great river remains, its mighty flow meeting the sky. Young men of the tide, what harm is there in indulging in a bit of romance!" After shouting this out loud, all the pent-up emotions in my chest vanished, and the fatigue of the past few days dissipated considerably. Ah, when one's spirits are high, everything else is easier to manage.

Xiangyu nestled close beside me, her captivating eyes fixed on my face, radiating a radiant, intoxicating light.

We embraced, sitting side by side on a smooth stone slab, watching the people and cars coming and going in front of the resort nestled among the verdant mountains, chatting and laughing from time to time. Naturally, the conversation turned to kissing techniques, but this girl had only read a post-kissing reflection written by a classmate. I had to admit she did have some talent in this area. So we breathed in the fresh morning air, occasionally kissing each other, letting the intoxicating sunrise gently caress our faces, until someone called from below.

"It's my mom." Xiangyu and I peered down and saw a tall woman at the foot of Songshan Mountain, looking up. She had a classic oval face, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, and petal-like lips. Her long black hair flowed like ribbons, and her skirt billowed in the wind; she looked like a woman who had stepped out of a painting. Judging from her appearance, it was indeed Chunxiang, whom I hadn't seen for many years. But this vibrant, modern woman was someone I couldn't reconcile with the rustic village woman I remembered from years ago. I couldn't believe my ears and exclaimed, "How come your mother looks so different?!"

Xiangyu smiled charmingly and asked happily, "How has she changed?"

"She's become younger, more beautiful, and more womanly." Following her words, I didn't pay attention, and the words in my mind slipped out unintentionally, my mouth feeling slippery and sticky, as if saliva was about to flow out.

"Ah—" My lower body had somehow become erect again, pressing against Xiangyu's soft belly. She saw the eroticism I had inadvertently revealed, and she was so angry that she reached out and pinched my newly erect thing. Ouch, that hurt! It was really... cough, I won't say anymore. This brother of mine was really unlucky today. Last night, I played with several girls until dawn, and it was exhausted. I wanted to come out and exercise, breathe some fresh air, and make it more energetic and hard as steel. I never expected to meet this girl. We were intimate, but the timing was wrong. Several times, after the desire swelled up, it had to cool down and subside on its own, and I was not satisfied. But this guy just can't handle any stimulation. He only glanced at her from afar, and he got this worked up. Can he not be taught a lesson? Brother, I'm sorry, I can't avenge you, so you'll have to suffer. Sigh, what can I do? I'm just a male who can't resist temptation! Born to have a bit of a jerk like this!

"Ahem..." I coughed a few times to cover my embarrassment, took her hand, and pulled her into my arms, saying gently, "My little sweetheart, what's wrong?" She looked annoyed, pouted, twisted her neck, and turned her face away, refusing to pay me any more attention. I chuckled inwardly. This girl isn't jealous of other women, but she's jealous of her own mother. "Good girl, don't be angry anymore, okay? What can I do? I'm a man, you know. Didn't you say men are all masochists, unable to resist women? Tell me, if I didn't get an erection when I saw a woman as voluptuous as Sister Chunxiang, would I even be a man? Besides, I have such a beautiful, charming young woman beside me!" I teased her ear with my tongue, constantly licking her ticklish spots. This was my favorite trick to use on her when I was little, and it was very effective. Sure enough, the little girl finally couldn't resist the tickling discomfort in her ears and burst out laughing. She snuggled into my arms, protesting, "You two-faced bastard! I don't believe you at all! You've fooled me so many times!"

"Silly girl," I said, "Aunt Chunxiang is your mother, my aunt, and my future mother-in-law. I'd never dare to covet her." Actually, Aunt Chunxiang's real name was Zhang Li, her nickname was Chunxiang. She lived in Daxiawan Village until she was fifteen, residing at her maternal grandfather's house. She only returned to her own home for a few years after graduating from junior high, though she still visited relatives in Daxiawan from time to time. I heard that Aunt Chunxiang was the most beautiful woman in the surrounding area, with many men vying to marry her. The door was practically worn down by suitors. There were many more handsome and wealthy young men than Xiangyu's father, but I don't know why Aunt Chunxiang chose him. In the end, she returned to Daxiawan after all the entanglements. After Chunxiang married Uncle Mo, everyone in our village knew her by her nickname, Chunxiang. Few knew her real name, Zhang Li, so the nickname "Sister-in-law Chunxiang" stuck. Chunxiang was a very good person, with an excellent reputation both in public and in private. Unfortunately, good people don't always have a peaceful life. Uncle Mo died young, and Chunxiang became a widow at a young age. Not only was she alone in her empty room, but raising a child was no easy task. Fortunately, her brothers helped her; otherwise, I don't know how the two of them would have survived.

"Whether you covet me or not, I don't care. Just don't dump me." A warm, soft hand touched my ear, and the little girl said slyly, "Otherwise, I'll never forgive you." This girl is truly extraordinary. I feigned reverence and bowed respectfully, dodging her delicate hand, and teased, "Oh, this servant understands. Is there anything else you wish to command, my little princess?" "You rascal, I'll pinch you!" the little maid scolded playfully, stretching out her arm again, determined to pinch my ear. I turned around, deftly dodging her "Nine Yin Divine Claw" with a "Love and Affection" move I'd learned from some master's wife, and embraced her from behind. We walked down the mountain, hand in hand, affectionately supporting each other. Before

long, we descended Songshan Mountain. Apart from Sister Chunxiang waiting for us, all the other people doing their morning exercises had long since left.

Sister Chunxiang watched us come down the mountain with a half-smile. Her eyes held a hazy, alluring quality, shifting between near and far like a fox's seductive allure, leaving one unsure and unable to let go. Her beauty is like a vibrant daffodil, possessing a uniquely clean and rich feminine charm, a dreamlike and ethereal beauty that captivates all who behold her with its delicate and alluring allure.

My tongue was tied in knots. This was the first and only time in my life I'd ever been speechless upon seeing a woman.

"Mom, this is Brother Cai Tian." The little girl held my hand tightly, never letting go. She secretly pinched my palm, snapping me out of my daze. My palms were sweaty. "Auntie, so many years have passed, you're still as beautiful as ever, even younger and more voluptuous." Upon seeing a beautiful woman, praising her beauty right away was always a sure thing. "You rascal, so many years have passed, and you haven't changed a bit. The moment we meet, you start flirting with your auntie." Sister Chunxiang's smile was radiant, completely natural. So many years had passed, yet she treated me the same way she always had, as if time had no barrier between us. She still called me "rascal," just like before, without any awkwardness.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Playing Hard to Get

To be honest, in terms of looks alone, Sister Chunxiang wasn't more beautiful than Xiangyu. However, her mature charm was something Xiangyu lacked, and this was precisely my greatest temptation, my fatal flaw.

Sister Chunxiang was so alluring, even her voice had a fatal allure. No wonder so many men wanted her back then. I only regret how foolish I was in my youth, missing so many opportunities to be close to beautiful women. She said I drank her milk when I was little. I don't know if it's true or not. Her breasts were so full and round, stretching her clothes tightly. Just looking at them was satisfying. If I really did drink her milk, it would be something to be proud of. I glanced sideways at Xiaoyu Xiang. Her breasts were also unusually large. She grew up drinking Sister Chunxiang's milk. It was truly enviable.

When Xiangyu pinched me like that, my soul seemed to return to my senses. My mind started working again, and my tongue no longer stammered. "Auntie, how many years has it been since you last came back?" Chunxiang's sister-in-law came to call Xiangyu for breakfast. We chatted as we walked; after eight or nine years apart, we seemed to have endless topics to discuss, with Xiangyu occasionally cracking jokes. I tried to take her hand, but she was already holding it. I walked between the mother and daughter, my hands clasped by them, unsure which was tighter, completely lost in the moment.

Turning the corner, we saw the village beyond the mountain. We separated our hands; it wouldn't be good to be gossiped about. Xiangyu linked arms with Chunxiang's sister-in-law on the left, and I walked on their right. We were almost home. A few steps ahead was their house, and a few more steps to my house; we were next-door neighbors. Just then, the front door of our house suddenly opened, and Yuzhen came out carrying her precious daughter. She looked up and saw the three of us walking together, paused for a moment, then came to greet us, smiling, "I told you I'd call you back for dinner later, but you're back first. Auntie, what a coincidence! Did you go for your morning exercise too?" Chunxiang smiled and said, "No. I called this girl back for dinner, and the little rascal was here too, so we came back together." Chunxiang, how could you call me "little rascal" in front of my wife? Now, "little rascal" will surely become a term of endearment for me among all the women, accompanying me for life.

Yuzhen gave me a teasing look, her eyes full of amusement, clearly saying, "Honey, so you have such a nickname? Hmm, not bad, not bad, it really is quite stinky." Our daughter stretched out her arms in her arms, tears welling in her eyes, her little mouth pouting, as if she were very aggrieved, and cried out, "Daddy, hug baby." Her rosy cheeks clearly showed signs of crying. I took my daughter from her arms and laughed, "What's wrong now?" Yu Zhen said, "Don't you know your precious daughter? She's always making a fuss, she can't seem to relax. Now she's crying again, wanting to eat some Tang Monk's flesh." Chunxiang laughed, "That's just how kids are. They're not happy if they don't cry and fuss." Xiangyu reached out to hug the baby, saying, "Come here, Auntie will hold you. Auntie will take you to buy Tang Monk's flesh, okay?" The baby had seen Xiangyu before and knew that this pretty aunt had bought her an adorable Barbie doll. Hearing that her pretty aunt was going to take her to buy Tang Monk's flesh, she agreed without even thinking. My precious daughter is almost three or four years old. After we finish this busy period at the resort, we'll celebrate her one-month birthday, and soon it will be her third birthday. Three- or four-year-olds are the most fussy time, especially when they're teething. They always cry and fuss twice a day. Yu Zhen, worried that the baby might fuss again and Xiang Yu wouldn't be able to soothe her, said, "You two go back first. I'll go with them. Don't let her fuss again; Xiang Yu can't soothe her." With that, she chased after Xiang Yu and the baby.

Now it was just the two of us, and suddenly it was quiet. Neither of us spoke, and we silently walked to her door. "Come in and sit down," she finally spoke, but her tone had changed, becoming calm, unlike her previous enthusiasm. I was a little nervous, but I didn't know why she was acting this way, why she was so different from before. Where had all her gentleness and enthusiasm gone? I needed to understand, or I would go crazy.

We walked into her yard one after the other, a place I often played in as a child. The yard was still the same as before, simple and plain. It looked like it had just been swept; it was spotless, without a single fallen leaf on the ground. She closed the gate and led me inside. The house was also the same as before, the furnishings unchanged, only a few new pieces of furniture had been added.

She said, "Sit down." I sat down. "Here's some tea." She placed the tea on the square table in front of me. For some reason, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. I abruptly grabbed her hand, gripped it tightly, and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing," she said, trying to pull her hand away. How could I let her escape? I suddenly exerted force again, but the force was too great, causing her to lose her balance and fall into my arms. Her passion made my heart tremble, her indifference made it even more unsettling. I pulled her into my embrace, her mature scent filling the air, making me inhale deeply.

"Let go of me!" Her cheeks were flushed, like a ripe peach, her face delicate and smooth, her eyebrows and temples dark, just like the beautiful young woman she was more than ten years ago. Imagining her loneliness and longing over the years, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I tightened my arms, holding her tightly, not allowing her to struggle. I asked, "What's wrong with you? Why have you suddenly become so cold?"

"Let go of me! It won't be good if someone sees us like this," she gasped, her breath coming in gasps. It turned out she was just afraid of being seen, not that she didn't like me holding her. So why was this woman suddenly so cold to me? I whispered in her ear, "It's just the two of us here. At most, only heaven, earth, you, and I know. What's there to be afraid of? Holding you like this is actually quite comfortable." Perhaps because she hadn't been hugged by a man for many years, her body was extremely sensitive. Through the thin layers of fabric, I could feel her nipples harden, rubbing against my chest with her movements—it was very stimulating and pleasurable.

"You, you bastard!" Sister Chunxiang's beautiful eyes were filled with desire as she bit my chest through my clothes. Luckily, she didn't bite too hard, otherwise, my nipples would definitely have been broken. Even so, it still hurt a lot, but the stimulation was even greater; my whole body felt numb, as if I were floating on clouds.

"Ouch, why are you biting my nipple? No way, I'm going to bite back." I sat on the chair, facing her, and pulled her onto my lap, staring at her swollen, mountain-like breasts, opening my mouth to bite. Just as my mouth touched the tip of her breasts, she caught it with her hand, her jade-like back arching back, her beautiful eyes misting over. "You bastard, how can you bully someone like this?" Had I gone too far? I loosened my grip slightly, afraid she would fall if I suddenly let go completely, and said, "I cherish you, how could I bully you?"

"I'm a widow, yet you treat me like this, what is this if not bullying?" I released her, but she remained on my lap, tears of grievance streaming down her face. She was right, widows often face gossip, and what I did was a bit excessive. But how else could I test her feelings for me?

I wrapped my arms around her waist again. Her waist was slender and delicate, beautiful as a willow branch swaying in the spring breeze. The *Guifang Baoyi* records, "To judge a woman, first look at her waist; a slender waist and strong strength are best… Using the waist as a pillow and mat is key to pleasure." The *Classic of Poetry* also says, "A graceful and virtuous woman is the object of a gentleman's desire." The word "graceful" originally refers to a woman's slender waist, meaning that men are so attracted to the graceful waists of virtuous women that they pursue them relentlessly. No wonder she attracted me so much.

"You were so cold to me just now, that's why I got impatient! Besides, you bit me first, and it felt so good, I wanted to try it too, to relive the taste of those days." My hands were on her waist, feeling extremely awkward, and I secretly wanted to climb higher, like climbing a mountain. When we were almost at the foot of the mountain, these two mysterious fellows were discovered and pinned down by two other beautiful women. She held my hands down, preventing them from going any further, and asked curiously, "What taste of those days?"

My eyes were down at her chest, and I laughed, "Didn't you say I drank your milk when I was little?"

Sister Chunxiang paused, then chuckled, but her face flushed red, her ears turned red, and her eyes became even more hazy, drifting in and out of sight, like a dream. She must have been remembering the scene of breastfeeding me.

That was her first day of marriage. Here, there are customs associated with weddings; a wedding must involve teasing the newlyweds in the bridal chamber, otherwise it's not good. I was only two or three years old then, and I don't know why I was there too. Everyone knew each other, and it was awkward for the bride to act out of line. Finally, someone suggested that the bride breastfeed me. Back then, this kind of playful behavior was allowed. I heard from older folks that when they were young, they did much more, like pulling down the bride's pants, throwing her into the air (a process where many people lifted her up and caught her, though sometimes they failed to catch her), making her urinate, and so on.

If the bride breastfed a boy on her wedding day, her first child would definitely be born with a penis. There's a saying: "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring." Who doesn't want a son to carry on the family line? Who doesn't want a son to care for them in their old age? Now the policies are better; having a son or a daughter is the same, but some people still secretly want a son. If it were true that if the bride breastfed a boy on her wedding day, her first child would be born with a penis, this kind of thing would probably still happen frequently now.

That's how I got to suckle Chunxiang's breast. Of course, a bride breastfeeding her child could never happen in broad daylight or in front of everyone. I was the first person to suckle Chunxiang's breast, a fact that even Xiangyu's father was jealous of. As for the taste, perhaps only time could tell.

(Chapter 53, "Tenderness and Pity for Jade

") Her expression kept changing, alternating between joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Her eyes were increasingly hazy, and glistening tears lingered in her eyelids. Her breath moved rhythmically. I knew she must be suffering greatly. Her husband had died young, and when faced with difficulties, she had no one to talk to. Her boudoir was cold and lonely, filled with unbearable loneliness. So many heartfelt words remained unspoken; her heart had no place to rest, like duckweed adrift on a lake without a safe harbor. When a daughter grows up, she can talk to her and relieve her pent-up emotions, but growing up also means marriage, making it difficult to have someone to talk to or confide in. She was only in her early forties, beautiful as a fairy from the water, rising from the mud unsullied, pure and unpretentious, straight and upright, without tendrils or branches, her fragrance spreading far and wide, standing tall and serene, her graceful form natural, quiet, and pleasing to the eye. She was beautiful as she slowly bloomed, and when she nurtured the lotus, she gave her beautiful heart to the lotus, slowly fading away herself.

A flower should not be seen falling, the moon should not be seen setting, and a beauty should not be seen dying. I am one who cherishes and pities flowers; how could I watch her wither away like this? I cannot, I cannot allow it. I gently kissed away the tears on her face, as tenderly as a lover's gaze. I let her lean on my shoulder, gently patting her soft back, and comforted her, "Cry it out, it'll make you feel better." My voice was as gentle as a call from the depths of her heart—the sound of a heartbeat, not as deafening as a hysterical lion's roar, not as lingering as the sound of a lover's hook, but warmer, more comforting, and more capable of stirring up the pain buried deep within. She cried, cried very sadly, showing how much she was suffering. Her tears flowed like summer rain, soaking my shoulder. This proved once again that women are made of water.

Her sobs were soft, as natural, quiet, and pleasing to the eye—no, pleasing to the ear. She didn't disturb the neighbors like a shrew. I held her, just held her like that, without moving, not wanting to disturb her. I listened quietly, not wanting to interrupt her, wanting her to cry out all the bittersweet emotions that had accumulated deep within her heart over the years.

The most important thing in life is to live naturally, freely, happily, and comfortably. When the heart is pure and natural, there are no worries or hindrances, and life is free from suffering; one is truly free. Only with a pure heart can one achieve great things. Since ancient times, what are the so-called attainments of immortality, Buddhahood, and enlightenment? Sorrow arises from the heart; once the tears have been shed, the bitterness is poured out, and the heart naturally finds peace and comfort. A great master once said, "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name. All things have their own Tao, and all things can be considered Tao." In my view, crying is a kind of Tao, just like laughter—a universal, ordinary, simple, and easily understood Tao, one that everyone can practice and that yields results.

After crying enough, she stopped crying, though her shoulders were still trembling. I patted her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Xiangyu should be back soon. Okay, stop crying. If she sees this, she'll think I'm bullying her mother, and she'll probably bite me to death."

She chuckled, her eyes brimming with tears, yet her smile remained radiant, like a daffodil transplanted from a dried-up ditch, nourished by rain, its roots, stems, leaves, and buds all saturated, flourishing, its blossoms even more vibrant. She stood up from me, like a pear blossom in spring rain—truly beautiful! I was intoxicated, utterly intoxicated, my voice hoarse, only the gurgling of my throat could be heard; even I was intoxicated.

"What's wrong? Are you crazy? Hands..." Her soft, snow-white hands flashed before my eyes, etching a blank space on my blood-red heart. This blank space was like the three words Qingxia Fairy carved on Supreme Treasure's heart, an indelible mark that would likely never be erased, for all eternity. I grasped her soft hand, holding it gently, gazing at her intently, and said tenderly, "Will you stay with me for the rest of your life?"

A light flashed in her eyes, illuminating her red eyelids and making them shine brightly. Her rosy lips parted slightly, as if she were about to speak, when the door creaked open, and she turned and went into the inner room, leaving me standing there alone.

The door is old; it needs a new one, I thought to myself.

As soon as Xiangyu came in, she saw me and hurried in. Looking around and not seeing Chunxiang, she sat down where Chunxiang had been sitting, on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gently kissed me on the lips, and asked, "Where's my mother?" I pointed to the inner room and said, "In the inner room." She covered her mouth and laughed, stood up, made a face at me, and turned to go into the inner room. She saw Chunxiang rummaging through a pile of things and went up to her, asking, "Mom, what are you looking for?" "Looking for tea. Didn't we bring back that box of Tieguanyin we bought in Nanjing last time? I can't find it. I remember it was in this pile of things." Chunxiang's hands were constantly searching, and she didn't look up. It was unclear whether she was anxious to find the box of Tieguanyin or afraid that her daughter would see her red and swollen eyes.

Xiangyu said, "Mom, how could you forget? Didn't we take that box of Tieguanyin to Second Aunt yesterday?" The "Second Aunt" she mentioned was my mother.

Chunxiang slapped her forehead, straightened up, and laughed, "That's right, how could I forget? It seems that time really does catch up with us!" As she straightened up and looked up, although she intentionally covered her eyes with her arm, Xiangyu could still see her red and swollen eyes. Xiangyu asked, "Mom, what happened to your eyes? Were you crying?" Chunxiang bent down to pick up a packet of osmanthus tea, feigning nonchalance, and said, "It's nothing, just a grain of sand got in my eye. It's out now, I'm fine, much better." Chunxiang was not one to lie; she would carefully plan her lies. Her evasive words couldn't escape the keen eyes of such a perceptive woman, especially since Xiangyu was her daughter; secrets between mother and daughter are impossible to keep.

Xiangyu suddenly bent down and whispered in Chunxiang's ear, "Mom, I know your heart. You've suffered for me all these years, you've protected Dad all these years, that's enough, truly enough. Just do what your heart desires, whatever it is, as long as you're well, I won't object. Even if you and I love the same person." Her voice was soft, like a mosquito's buzz, yet it resonated in Chunxiang's heart like thunder, every word precious and clear. Especially the last sentence, it was truly deafening.

Chunxiang stood there, stunned, watching her daughter take the tea bag from her hand and turn to leave. Her eyes were misty and unfocused, a white blur as if she couldn't see the way.

"My mother cried?" Xiangyu stood in front of me, pouring tea leaves into the cup of water in front of me.

The osmanthus fragrance was strong, overpowering the woman's natural scent.

"Yes. She cried, and cried a lot." I swirled the cup to let the tea leaves sink.

"I know. I saw it, her eyes were red." Her eyes were glistening with tears.

I stood up and said, "I'll go back now."

"I'll see you off," she said.

Inside the gate, I stopped, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, kissed her forehead, and said, "Comfort your mother, she's really suffering inside." She leaned against me and said, "I know. I will." Suddenly, I saw Chunxiang standing at the doorway of the main room, looking at us. I couldn't see any sadness in her eyes. I smiled at her, then said to Xiangyu, "Do you know my heart?" Xiangyu looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears, and smiled, "Yes. I know."

The mother and daughter were truly alike, both loving to smile through their tears. This face, this figure, this posture, this charm—wasn't she even more beautiful than Yang Guifei of yesteryear? Bai Juyi's "A pear blossom branch in spring rain," Li Bai's "A red blossom, fragrant with dew," and other beautiful verses describing women's beauty were probably insufficient to describe their loveliness.

"Good that you know. I'm leaving." I turned and opened the door, walking out.

Sister Chunxiang sighed as she watched my retreating figure, then slowly turned back. Xiangyu

took a step forward, and only looked at the door after I had gone far away. Turning back, she also saw her mother standing at the entrance of the main room, though only her back was visible. She smiled and walked towards Sister Chunxiang.

In ancient times, beauty was described as "sinking fish and falling geese" and "the moon and flowers blushing," with "Zhaojun, Xi Shi, Diao Chan, and Chan Juan" representing the epitome of beauty. But today's society is rapidly changing; not only have things changed, but even the angles from which we appreciate beauty have shifted, becoming elusive and like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water—all shrouded in mystery. Terms like "lucky," "jade maiden," "fairy," "seductive," "wild," "elf," "aloof," "mature," "melancholy," and "androgynous" are all labels given to modern beauties. I'm bewildered. Can a woman's beauty be described in a single, singular way?

A beautiful woman is beautiful because her appearance, figure, posture, and spirit appeal to our senses, creating a captivating experience that pleases the eye and touches the heart. The Tang Dynasty poet Li Qunyu once wrote: "Her skirt trails like six panels of the Xiang River, her temples rise like a section of clouds from Mount Wu. Her beauty should only exist in heaven, her voice should not be heard in this world. The lamp shines obliquely on her chest like auspicious snow, her eyes are half-drunk with peach blossoms like wine. If not for Sima Xiangru's poetic talent, would she so easily appear before Wenjun?"

Since even Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun dared not embarrass themselves, why should modern people waste their ink?

Liking someone and loving someone are different. Liking someone certainly has their charm, or some reason, but loving someone has no reason. Beautiful women are pleasing to the eye, and some people like them, some people love them, but even Zhong Wuyan (a legendary beauty) still has her admirers.

"Her skirt trails like six panels of the Xiang River, her temples rise like a section of clouds from Mount Wu..." I softly recited Li Qunyu's poem about women, slowly savoring it, but I felt no allure, no excitement. It wasn't as wonderful, as intense as that distant glimpse from Songshan Mountain.

It seems that the most beautiful woman is the one right before your eyes. Other descriptions, such as "her skirt trailing six folds like the Xiang River, her hair piled high like a cloud over Wushan," are all empty, false, and unreal. A warm embrace, a tender jade in my arms—that's real, tangible.

Women, I still prefer those in bed.

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