Those teachers we secretly spied on back then

They knelt before the small hole, taking turns peering at the world beyond.
It was the early 1970s, a time of spiritual poverty for teenagers. Movies were the eight model operas, songs were quotations from Mao Zedong, and the word "woman" was synonymous with Chairman Mao's "I love military uniforms more than red dresses" and the image of short-haired, imposing, broad-eyed, burly men plastered all over the streets.
That year, they were young girls when an exceptionally beautiful female teacher suddenly arrived at their quiet school. They heard she was a university graduate, and it was the first time they had ever truly heard the word "university student." They watched from afar as the beautiful teacher gracefully walked back and forth on campus. Their faces flushed with embarrassment, and none dared to utter aloud the thought: "So this is how girls can walk, swaying their hips like that." Her hair was long, but instead of being braided into two standard pigtails, it was simply tied back with a black ribbon, flowing naturally like a waterfall. Several large, curled waves naturally flipped upwards across her fair forehead. They stared in astonishment, stunned by the beauty of her hair.
What surprised them even more was that the beautiful, angelic female teacher was assigned to live in an empty room separated from theirs by only a partition. After evening self-study, without anyone prompting them, they quietly poked a small hole, about the size of a pencil, through which they had previously sealed up to keep away mice. The three of them began to peek at the beautiful teacher.
The sound of leather shoes, a sound they had never heard before, grew louder as they approached; it was the sound of a key unlocking a lock. They trembled with nervousness, holding their breath as they peered through the small hole.
They saw: after entering the room, the beautiful teacher quietly washed her hands behind the door, her hands covered in so many white soap bubbles. Hands, they realized, needed to be washed so carefully, and there was such a delightful soapy scent. Then she changed the water and began washing her face. They realized that water used for washing hands shouldn't be used for washing the face—how elegant! The towel had tiny pink flowers they had never seen before. She washed her face so gently, applying water to her skin, then lathering it with fragrant soap, and then rinsing it off. It was an elegance, meticulousness, and precision they had never witnessed before. This was simply unbelievable to them. This kind of womanly charm made their hearts flutter, their faces flush with shyness and envy, and they even felt an uncontrollable flutter in their hearts—it was a feeling of "womanhood" they had never experienced before.
They saw: the teacher was changing clothes; she took off her unique plaid coat, revealing the pattern of her bra clearly through her white tank top. Their faces instantly turned red, and they dared not look at each other. It was the first time in their lives they had seen clothing that represented gender, and the pure white bra subtly displayed under the tank top made them feel a girl's pride and longing.
They saw: the teacher loosened her long hair, gently placed her glasses on her head, and the curls in her bangs stood up high. A strand of hair floated down her ear and touched her lips. She smiled and held that strand to her lips, tilting her head leisurely, turning on a small black radio, tuning to a movie clip, and slowly filing her nails with nail clippers. The gentle biting of the hair, the way she filed her nails, captivated them. So this is how girls move, how hair can be gently bitten against the lips, how glasses can be lightly perched on top of the head, how the side of nail clippers can be used to file nails…
Every
night, the act of peeping became an indispensable part of the three girls' lives, a kind of beauty. In that lonely world of only military green and blue, they suddenly discovered a strange kind of beauty. They guarded this beautiful secret without any rules, as if guarding their own hearts.
They began to secretly save their grocery money, and they began to blush when they went out, gazing from afar at the bras that were once shyly hidden on the second shelf of the counter. They each bought a black silk hair tie, wrapped it in several layers of paper, and placed it at the bottom corner of their schoolbags. After the dormitory lights were turned off, the three of them would turn on flashlights, loosen their long braids, tie them up, and admire each other in the lamplight, feeling beautiful. They began to use small candles to heat wire, gently curling their bangs inwards into a curved shape, reluctant to wash their hair even when it was dirty, afraid of straightening that beautiful curve. They also learned to perch their glasses on their heads and gently tuck their hair behind their lips… These beautiful little gestures unconsciously became part of the three girls' lives.
The night they bought bras, blushing, was practically their festival.
They quickly ran back to their dormitory, each pulling down their mosquito nets, then diligently putting on their bras, followed by their tank tops, before shyly peeking out. They encouraged each other to emerge from their mosquito nets, blushing as they observed each other, then, happy and shy, reluctant to take them off, they lay down on their beds to sleep. That night, they were all incredibly happy to be girls.
Those days of peeping finally allowed them to rediscover their gender in the smallest details, and to find beauty and happiness in their gender. Unconsciously, they became the most unique girls in their class, girls who stood out so much in that era. And that teacher will probably never know what effect her private little actions had on three unfamiliar girls.
On a winter night decades ago, as she casually pushed her glasses up her head, she suddenly remembered that beautiful little hole, but couldn't recall the face of the once beautiful teacher on the other side. The girl's heart was still beating… Life is truly wondrous.
[The End]

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