Floating Life (09)

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(IX) Mr. Li finally called and told me to report to him immediately! So I ended my days of doing nothing and began my busy life with Mr. Li. Of course, with the nourishment of my wife's love, I was also full of fighting spirit. The fat old man Mr. Li praised me, saying that I had rested well during this period and was in high spirits! (It seems that men also need the nourishment of love, hehe...) I started to throw myself back into Mr. Li's arms. From then on, my role was fixed as the general manager's assistant, and I no longer had to put up with those jerks in the sales department! Furthermore, Mr. Li had his own plan in bringing me here this time: to maximize his own profits using the factory's resources. To put it bluntly, he wanted to use the factory's money to do his own thing. (Mr. Li planned to open his own 4S car dealership in Shenzhen. He once said to me meaningfully over a late-night snack, "Ah Long, I've worked in a state-owned enterprise my whole life, and I'm almost sixty. I wouldn't say I'm rich, but I have some savings. I want to do something for myself while I'm still able to work. I'm very optimistic about the Shenzhen 4S dealership project. Also, I want to bring you along. Here's the deal: you work with me for five years. After five years, if you feel you have the ability and experience, and if you want to try your luck on your own, I'll support you! But during these five years with me, you must settle down, because you still lack…) "Too many options, and you don't have the experience or strength yet. You can't afford to lose, and you can't afford to get hurt!" I listened silently to Mr. Li's words, nodding as if acknowledging reality. During my time with Mr. Li, I accompanied him to most parts of Guangdong, and even Fujian. I talked less, did more, observed more, and listened more. Mr. Li used his resources to accumulate his own network of contacts and quietly built his own sales network. I saw a lot and learned a lot! In my spare time, I accompanied Mr. Li to many entertainment venues. Most of them were specially arranged for him by clients or local distributors. The programs were all very entertaining, and the old man's tastes were just right. As long as he didn't object, he would accept anything with a smile. Hehe, even I, his little assistant, benefited a lot from it. However, when Mr. Li introduced me to others, he never mentioned my background. He only mentioned that they were his friends, "friends despite the age gap," so they were quite polite and respectful to me, which naturally satisfied my vanity quite a bit!
Spending more time with Mr. Li, I couldn't quite define our relationship. It was a mix of superior-subordinate, fatherly concern for a younger generation, and the trust of friends! Hehe, I won't go into the distant past, but let me mention something closer. I remember once accompanying Mr. Li to the Zengcheng Hotel to welcome some of his friends who had come all the way from the north. At first, I didn't know their relationship; I just felt they were very warm and generous. Later, I learned they were comrades-in-arms from many years ago, old friends for decades! That night, they drank and sang. The liquor was Moutai and Wuliangye, and the songs were classic Soviet songs like "Moscow Nights" and "Troika." They were jumping, laughing, crying—they were all middle-aged men, some in their fifties or sixties. I had never seen anything like it, nor had I ever seen Mr. Li drunk before. That day, I truly saw him drunk. He grabbed my hand, put his arm around my shoulder, and whispered to me, asking me to make arrangements for his old buddies. Having worked with Mr. Li for a while, I understood what he meant. So, I quietly got up and first went to the hotel lobby to arrange rooms for each of them. Then, I quietly called the "madam" (also called "manager") I knew from entertaining clients before, asking her to arrange a few attractive young women, not necessarily young, but with great figures—and most importantly, the kind who could provide excellent service! After arranging everything, I returned to the private room without making a sound. After signaling to Mr. Li, I sat down with a rather amused air. In the corner, they continued to sing their hearts out until everyone was completely drunk. Then, they hurriedly got up and helped Mr. Li and his buddies, who were staggering, to their guest rooms. There was another round of reluctant farewells at the door before they reluctantly entered their respective rooms. (Of course, what awaited them was the usual ritual that men usually enjoy.) After Mr. Li's buddies were all inside, Mr. Li, slightly more sober, asked, "Ah Long, have you booked your room?" "Hehe, Mr. Li, not tonight, I have to go back!" "Oh, right, today is your girlfriend's birthday. I think you mentioned it to me this morning. Hehe, she must be waiting for you to come home. Go back and treat her well; she's a nice girl. I don't have much to give her, so just buy her a cake, flowers, and chocolates for her." "You like chocolate, don't you? I think I've heard you mention it before, haha. My bank card is with you, you know the PIN. All the money is considered company expenses, haha. You'd better cherish your happiness, girls need to be coaxed. Also, you young people should be careful when you do things, don't act so young and impetuous all the time! ...Haha...I won't keep you tonight, it's a holiday, go, all of you go!" Mr. Li said, swaying and waving his hand. His deep, hearty laughter, characteristic of older men, echoed around the corridor. Faced with such a cute old man, I could only smile helplessly! After watching Mr. Li enter the room, a familiar figure in a cheongsam with her hair in a bun appeared at the door of Mr. Li's room. The moment we brushed past each other, "Yes, it's a devilish figure, it must be her!" Because she was standing there now. She glanced back in surprise from the doorway of Mr. Li's room. Their eyes met, and in that instant, she quickly lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, then knocked on Mr. Li's door. After receiving a response, she pushed the door open and entered. I was slightly stunned, even a little incredulous at such a coincidence. I sighed, then turned and walked out of the hotel. Tonight, there was no wind, only rain. My life continued as usual, but the story in the hotel room had only just begun, and I was no longer the protagonist there! Back home, my wife (Hong) had rushed back from Xintang early and prepared a table full of delicious food. But I didn't appear, and exhausted and anxious, she had fallen into a deep sleep on the sofa… When I placed the birthday cake, roses, and chocolates beside her and reached out to kiss her, she suddenly woke up. Upon hearing my words, "Happy birthday, wife!" and seeing everything around her, my wife was speechless, tears silently streaming down her face. This scene, which had only ever appeared in her dreams since childhood, had now become reality. Facing the man she loved, she truly didn't know how to express her feelings at that moment. She struggled to get up to heat up my food, but I held her tightly, unable to move... (Later, my wife said that the reason she remembered me so vividly was not only because what I had done had moved her, but more importantly because I looked like her younger brother from her childhood, and also like the man from her childhood dreams. Before, I was blurry and couldn't see clearly, but now she could finally see him clearly. However, she still felt like she was dreaming, afraid that when she woke up, everything would quietly disappear. She truly loved him, so much, but she was also truly afraid, so very afraid!!!)
I gently put my arm around my wife's shoulder and lit all the birthday candles for her. After she made a wish, we blew them out together (I knew I was definitely in her wish). Looking at her devout expression, my heart ached with a mix of emotions—bitterness, pain, and love! It hurt because of the hardships my wife had endured since childhood, it pained me because I couldn't be there to protect her during those days and nights of suffering, and it was the precious love between us that I cherished! Gently wiping away my wife's tears, I stroked her silky smooth hair. I turned on some music, dimmed the lights, and tried to create a warm and romantic evening. My wife had rushed home today wearing a business suit—a black blazer and skirt suit with a small, flesh-colored stocking and delicate black high heels. She had only casually taken off her blazer and put on an apron while cooking. Her pure white fitted blouse concealed her prominent breasts, the hem gathered and tucked into the skirt that tightly hugged her hips. Her smooth, sexy legs, visible through the stockings, exuded an alluring, mature feminine charm. After dinner, watching her busy figure in the kitchen, I indulged in blissful fantasies of my own masculine pleasure! Before I knew it, my penis was already erect and standing tall on the sofa. When my wife (Hong) finished tidying up, she glanced back and saw me lying on the sofa, staring at her blankly with a blissful expression. But when she looked down at the tent bulging in my pants, she blushed instantly. Although we were no strangers to each other, she still felt a little shy at times. My wife (Hong) turned away immediately, turned on the tap again, and rinsed her already washed hands. With the sound of running water, I wondered what she was thinking. But I just wanted to watch her like that. After a while, my wife (in red) finally turned off the tap, took a clean towel, and wiped herself until she was sure it was clean. Then, smiling, she turned and slowly walked towards me on the living room sofa. When she came towards me, her apron, her breasts protruding from her white shirt, and her legs in sexy stockings peeking out from under her skirt, I thought she was truly beautiful! When she reached me, she smiled sweetly and said softly, "Long Ge, close your eyes and don't open them. I have something to give you." Surprised, and seeing her shy expression, I obediently closed my eyes and waited quietly! In the hazy wait, I suddenly felt my belt being gently loosened and my zipper slowly unzipped. A pair of soft, boneless hands slid into my underwear like snakes. The moment they touched me, my heart skipped a beat. Slowly, those smooth, soft hands, like water snakes, wrapped around my penis, gently stroking and manipulating it. That feeling instantly aroused a man's desire. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed that restless touch and caress, savoring the taste of being loved. Suddenly, I felt a wet, tingling sensation on the glans of my penis, as if something was teasing my limits. That feeling was incredibly wonderful, making my waist arch slightly in pleasure. So I quietly opened my eyes, wanting to explore everything. What I saw through my squinting eyes was my wife (in red) kneeling quietly on the floor next to the sofa in front of me, her fair neck... Her hair was piled high in a bun, her cleavage was alluring at the neckline of her shirt, her skirt clung tightly to her slightly upturned buttocks, her stockings were smooth, her legs were sexy, and her feet were clad in pink slippers that were half-open... Hong seemed to notice that I was secretly watching her with my eyes half-closed, so she silently loosened her high bun, letting it cascade down like a waterfall, covering her shy face. At the same time, her small mouth stopped its tentative and teasing and instead deeply took my entire penis into her mouth until it reached the base. Her face instantly turned bright red, but it stimulated me so much that I almost sat up. After a short pause, Hong began to slowly use her mouth to stroke my penis, from slow to fast, her small tongue entwining with mine, her warm and wet mouth enveloping all my desire. It felt good, stimulating, warm, and slippery, making me unable to help but thrust up and down, and the urge to ejaculate came instantly!
Seemingly sensing the throbbing of my penis in her mouth, with the urge to ejaculate imminent, Hong increased the pressure until my penis was once again deeply pressed against the back of her throat, at which point she remained motionless and waited...
My climax arrived as expected, a torrent of semen gushing out and hitting her throat. After a series of gurgling swallows, Hong, confirming I had finished, quickly got up, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom, coughing and gagging, followed by the sounds of running water and brushing her teeth. This was the first time Hong had ever given oral sex to a man so thoroughly, and it happened on her birthday. Well, I won't describe the details of our lovemaking; you all know what I mean, haha. Anyway, that night we were entwined, intertwined, and unwilling to part… (The fat old man, Mr. Li, is a person I deeply respect in my life. This isn't just because he pulled me out of my confused and depressed state, but more importantly, because I learned many things I had never had the chance to experience before while with him. My horizons broadened, and my dreams grew bigger! During my time with him, I accompanied Mr. Li through many experiences and many stories.) I witnessed the cruelty of reality and the ugliness of human nature, but I also saw the purest true feelings in the world! To be honest, every man has his own story, just like my own decadent past and confused state. Mr. Li, this older man, also has his past, his memories, his love, and his somewhat weathered life. Why am I so saddened by recalling someone? Because the following story is one I must tell! I remember it was a rainy evening. On the way back from Shenzhen with Mr. Li, we passed a northern-style dumpling restaurant. Mr. Li suddenly said he wanted to eat something from his hometown. Dumplings were his favorite food as a child, and no matter where he was, he could never forget their taste! Today, for some reason, he suddenly had a craving for dumplings. So, according to Mr. Li's wishes, I quietly parked the car in front of the restaurant. After getting out of the car, Mr. Li suddenly didn't want to go in. He just asked me to ask the owner to put a table and two chairs in an open space near the entrance. He said it felt cramped inside, and the air outside was better. He said he had been confined indoors his whole life, feeling suppressed, and it was time to come out and get some fresh air! After we sat down, we ordered two servings of dumplings with pure meat filling and one serving with fennel filling. The old man also specifically asked the owner to bring two large bowls of steaming dumpling soup. We devoured them, and after we were full, looking at the steaming soup, Mr. Li said meaningfully, "The original soup is ultimately for digesting the original food!" Just as I was wondering about this, Mr. Li suddenly noticed a car wash next to the restaurant and said to me, "Ah Long, drive the car over there and have them wash our old friend. It's had a long journey; it deserves a rest!" Hehe, okay. When I drove over, parked the car, and came back, I saw Mr. Li standing with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at his old car that had been with him for many years, lost in thought. I didn't disturb him, but just quietly continued drinking my unfinished bowl of dumpling soup. I know that once people get older, they can't help but reminisce about the past, and when they think of happy things, they become lost in thought. He would laugh absentmindedly, and when he thought of sad things, he would silently shed tears, even saying inexplicable things! (I feel that the old man has been falling into this state more and more frequently lately. Sometimes he would sit for a long time, which is a bit unlike his previous decisive and efficient self, but I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong. I always think it's because he's too tired!) After eating dumplings and drinking his fill of soup, the car was washed soon afterward. Looking at the car that had been dusty and travel-worn just moments before, but now looked brand new, Mr. Li circled it several times. The car had just been serviced a few days ago. I didn't know what he was looking at, so I stood aside silently until he had looked at it enough. Then he waved, and the two of us got in the car and continued our journey to Zengcheng! On the way home, he drove. He wouldn't let me drive. He said that for some reason, he just really wanted to touch his old partner these past two days (Mr. Li often refers to his car as his old partner), and he even said that he should just continue to enjoy it these two days! "Hehe, Mr. Li, the car has always been yours, why do you need to consult me? Hehe, drive it if you want!" Although he said this with a smile, he felt a little strange inside. Why was the old man so attentive to the car these past few days? On the way, Mr. Li received a call from an important client saying they were coming to Zengcheng that evening. Sigh! Another business dinner. Mr. Li drove along, smiling wryly. Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at Mr. Li and quickly hung up, knowing it was my wife calling. But the phone stubbornly rang again after a while. Seeing that I didn't answer, Mr. Li glanced at me casually, as if he had guessed something. Hehe, then laughed and said, "Is it your girlfriend calling? If you don't answer, the consequences will be serious, you little rascal, you'd better think it over!" Mr. Li then burst into laughter. Amidst Mr. Li's humorous and hearty laughter, I awkwardly answered the phone. (I only heard...) My wife's anxious voice came through the phone. She asked where I was. I said I had just finished some business with Mr. Li and was on my way back. I asked what was wrong. My wife was silent for a long time. I asked her, slightly anxiously, what was wrong? Was she sick or had someone bullied her? After a while, my wife hesitated and whispered, "Nothing. I just suddenly feel really bad, I don't know why. In the end, she asked me to come to her place after I finished. Because I heard Mr. Li say on the phone that he had a business dinner tonight, I didn't know how to answer, so I just said I'd see how it goes." "No, you have to come. I have to see you, I absolutely have to see you!" Suddenly, my wife raised her voice and said this with unusual firmness before hanging up! I was left dumbfounded on the other end of the line, listening to the dial tone. This willful and unreasonable wife was nothing like her usual understanding, gentle, and virtuous self. Everything was... There was no room for negotiation. Holding the phone that had been hung up, I stood there awkwardly for a long time! "Didn't answer the phone? Did your girlfriend give you a hard time?" Seeing this, Mr. Li chuckled and said, "Ah Long, maybe your girlfriend really is sick. Girls are often embarrassed to say when they're not feeling well. How about this, you don't have to go to the social event tonight. I'll drop you off when we get to Xintang. I can handle the event by myself. Young man, cherish your love! Besides, I've been wanting to enjoy my driving these past few days, so I'll give you two days off to spend time with your girlfriend." Watching Mr. Li arrange everything so methodically, I felt a mix of gratitude and guilt. When we arrived in Xintang, Mr. Li dropped me off and drove away alone. As the car drove further and further away, all I could see was his hand still waving out the window, a gesture telling me not to worry about him and to take care of my girlfriend. "Just me!" Suddenly, rain started falling, and my vision became increasingly blurry... In my wife's (red) dormitory at the Xintang factory, I saw her. She looked haggard and asked anxiously, "Are you really sick? Should we go to the hospital?" Without saying a word, she threw herself into my arms, signaling me to be quiet. She held me tightly, refusing to let go, and slowly said, "Actually, I'm not sick. I just really, really wanted to see you, right now..." "Nonsense," I said irritably. "You've made me owe Mr. Li another huge favor." Seeing my slightly angry expression, tears welled up in my eyes. (She said she knew I was very busy lately, but she was worried about me. She said she had a dream last night that terrified her so much she couldn't sleep all night. She dreamt that Mr. Li and I were in a car accident, our faces covered in blood, lying motionless in the car, unresponsive no matter how much she called us. So she couldn't sleep all night.) She was sleeping when she called me and waited patiently until she saw me; only then did her heart ease a little! Seeing her so worried, I tenderly wiped away her tears, feeling a warm glow in my heart! (This is the most direct expression of a woman's love for you. Touched, I comforted her, saying that Mr. Li had given me two days off to spend time with her. Hearing this, my wife instantly stopped crying and smiled. And so, I spent a pleasant evening with her!) The next afternoon, I suddenly received a call from the factory. It was Ms. He, the head of Mr. Li's office. After repeatedly confirming it was me, she finally slowly told me the devastating news that I still find hard to accept! (Mr. Li was in a car accident last night and has passed away. His body has been sent to the Zengcheng Funeral Home. The accident happened when he returned to Zengcheng after visiting clients.) On the way, while passing an intersection, the car inexplicably overturned under a large container truck, seemingly due to brake failure. The vehicle was completely wrecked. Mr. Li suffered a severe head injury and died instantly. The police suspected drunk driving, but I kept muttering to myself, "Brake failure? It was just serviced. Why did it have to fail at that moment? Besides, I know Mr. Li's alcohol tolerance; he's driven his whole life and never drinks. What happened to him that day?" The accident was later classified by the police as a traffic accident caused by drunk driving leading to brake failure. There was also a female passenger in Mr. Li's car who died from her injuries after being taken to the hospital. I don't want to know who that woman was, nor do I want to recall her relationship with Mr. Li, but I have a vague feeling that it might be because of her "perfect figure," because Mr. Li seemed to have had some contact with her since that night at the hotel.In the past, when she was with Mr. Li, she always deliberately avoided me, and we never saw each other again. But this parting was forever; we truly would never meet again! Later, after attending Mr. Li's memorial service at the funeral home, I slowly accepted reality. I saw Mr. Li, the fat old man, lying in the glass coffin. He lay there peacefully, motionless, as if asleep! My mind was filled with the moment when Mr. Li rolled down his car window and waved to me after we parted in Xintang. The car drove further and further away, so far away, and his hand was still waving outside the window. The rain falling from the sky was like a farewell in life. Tears blurred my vision, and the rain soaked my heart! In the days after Mr. Li's passing, I was always in a daze. I was bored at work and couldn't concentrate. In the end, I left that car factory because there was no one or anything there that I would miss. I retreated to my small room, spending my days lost in thought about the past, like an old, silent, black-and-white movie!
My wife (Hong) also took a special leave to come back and take care of me. She knew about my relationship with Mr. Li, so she silently cried with me. I was depressed for countless days, through countless nights of endless days and nights, until, as another Lunar New Year approached, I suddenly made a decision that surprised my wife (Hong): I wanted to leave this place. I wanted to go with Hong to her hometown to see her parents, her sister, and her long-deceased brother! What kind of world is it there? What kind of mountains, what kind of water, what kind of love, what kind of people… that nurtured a woman like Hong! She is a gift from heaven, allowing me to temporarily forget all my sorrow and despair! I really, really want to go and see for myself, to walk around, to find her childhood, her childhood dreams. For that day, I yearn and pray! (To be continued) Note: Spring is in full bloom, flowers are in full bloom, the courtyard is fragrant, and the daughter is red. Love is like brocade, the sun rises, after a lifetime of toil, where does it all begin?
Sometimes, a person's premonition is quite accurate. When someone occupies a very important place in your heart, he or she will often appear in your dreams, sometimes clearly, sometimes vaguely. Just like my wife (Hong)'s dream pulled me back from the brink of death, just like the various omens before Mr. Li's death always linger in my dreams. Prophecy and dreams, these ancient things, if you believe in them, they will happen; if you don't believe in them, they will disappear! I think love is the same, always quietly growing, always lingering in that place. Because of love, people come and go, but everything remains the same! The first chapter of my life, about Dongguan, and the second chapter, about Zengcheng, are now finished. The third chapter, about my hometown, is still under consideration. To write or not to write, it's difficult to put pen to paper. I painstakingly type, but the response is cold and desolate, a great irony for every original author! Perhaps my writing is not up to par, perhaps the eroticism is not exaggerated enough, perhaps it's too bland. Hehe, in short, there are too many possibilities? However, I still want to express my deepest respect to all the friends who have supported me. While creating content is difficult and typing is hard work, you have all worked even harder than me, listening to my rambling. What more can I say than be moved? Hehe, nothing more. My gratitude is expressed in the words and the smiles we share. Wishing everyone well! shibingbo +8 gold coins. Thanks for sharing! The forum is more vibrant with you!

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