Those Pure Years

When I was in high school, the most popular thing wasn't going online but video arcades. However, watching videos was expensive, and the money my family gave me wasn't enough, so I would rent books from bookstores instead. Several classmates in my class loved reading novels, and sometimes they would read them during class time. They would put the novels under their textbooks and peek at them when the teacher wasn't looking. During breaks, they would even use the time to go to the toilet, and they would be so full that their testicles would hurt. Back then, we could read one or two books a day, exchanging them with each other. We read all of Jin Yong and Gu Long's novels, and almost all of Wolong Sheng and Yun Zhongyue's too. Later, the shop owner, seeing that we came often, mysteriously recommended some erotic novels to us. The erotic martial arts novels of that time were terrible, full of ellipses and vulgarities, and some were basically unrelated to the content. But there were also good ones. The one I remember most vividly is a novel called "The Passionate Woman and the Faithless Man," which tells the story of a student's sexual encounters with his landlady and her daughter while he was studying. I forgot most of them after reading them. A-Liang and Xiao-Guang were the two who loved reading novels. When A-Liang first entered the class, he was a very good student, ranking in the top three in the class. He had long hair, his dark face was covered in acne, and he was thin and wore thick glasses. Because he was addicted to martial arts novels every day, his grades plummeted, and he ended up last in his class. He even repeated a year of school but still couldn't pass the exam. He was really ruined by martial arts novels. Xiao Guang was an average student but excelled in sports, even winning the 10,000-meter race at the school sports meet. Because we sometimes ran out of money, we wouldn't read books. Xiao Guang was a voracious reader, renting books every day. We'd wait until he finished the first volume before borrowing it, sometimes starting from the second or third volume and reading backwards. Xiao Guang's family wasn't well-off; their daily expenses of a few yuan would quickly run out. Later, he started stealing, breaking into people's homes to steal money and valuables. The police discovered this and came to the school to arrest him. Xiao Guang ran away, and the police chased him for over 10 kilometers but couldn't catch him. The school expelled him, and I also received

a demerit for selling the stolen meal tickets. Among my brothers, only I disliked sports; the others often played soccer together. We weren't particularly interested in novels, but our studies never suffered, which I'm still grateful for now. I'm the kind of person who's interested in everything but lacks perseverance. I like new things and new thrills.

Also, I fell for Dan Dan and spent every day thinking about how to win her over. One Christmas, everyone was talking about how to have a happy holiday. The classroom, usually quiet, was filled with discussions of ideals and dreams. That day, I was also filled with passion, unsure how to confess to Dandan, and afraid of being rejected. I was filled with anxiety. Finally, I made up my mind and wrote Dandan a note: "

See you after class at the back of the teaching building." I sat behind Dandan, crumpled the note into a small ball, and tossed it to her. Dandan glanced at the note, then at me, and lowered her head to continue doing her homework. After self-study, I left the classroom and waited for her at the back of the building, wondering if she would come, if my note wasn't sincere enough, or if my reason wasn't sufficient. While I was anxiously waiting, Dandan arrived. "What's up? Can't you say it in the classroom?" "I... I wanted to say that I've liked you for a long time. Can you be my girlfriend?" I nervously tried to express my intentions clearly, probably rambling on so much that I can't even remember what I said. Dandan was very calm. "Girlfriend? No, we're still young and should focus on our studies. But we can be friends first. You're so good at studying, could you tutor me sometime?" I readily agreed, my heart pounding. It seemed there was still a chance. After that, I used the opportunities of helping Dandan with her homework and doing assignments together to start dating. I'm very smart, especially good at history, geography, Chinese, and English, and have an amazing memory. Now, however, my memory has clearly declined due to smoking and drinking all day and getting older. With exams approaching, we tested each other on the questions we needed to memorize, and I could answer them fluently. Dandan admired me, her eyes showing approval. I would occasionally touch her hand or stroke her hair, and she didn't mind.

On Sunday, I asked her to go to East Lake Park, and she agreed. We sat in the pavilion with our books (under the guise of studying) reading and chatting. The weather was sunny, a gentle breeze rustled the willow branches, and ducks swam happily in the pond. Birds flitted among the trees. After watching for a while, she got a little tired and leaned on my shoulder. I raised my arm and pulled her into my embrace, stroking her small hand and gently placing her head on my chest to let her rest for a moment. I gazed into her beautiful eyes and pink lips, and couldn't resist lowering my head to kiss her. The girl blushed shyly. Because I had experience kissing before, I wasn't as impatient as the first time. I lightly kissed her face, behind her ears, and her neck, finally returning to her thin lips. I held her upper lip and used my tongue to push open her small mouth, slipping it inside. My tongue touched her soft, fragrant tongue, teasing and swirling around, sucking hard on her soft, sweet tongue as if I wanted to swallow it whole. Saliva flowed into my mouth along her tongue, and I, thirsty as a person who had found a clear spring, swallowed it voraciously. My hands unconsciously rested on her full breasts, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping inside her bra. The two mounds of flesh were soft and elastic; the nipples were so small I couldn't even pinch them. The realistic touch felt like my hands were resting on warm, smooth white jade. I squeezed them; they were incredibly elastic, like rubber balls. We were lost in the excitement of our caresses when laughter and chatter came from afar. Someone was coming. We quickly straightened our clothes and returned to school, reluctantly heading back to our respective dormitories.

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