Qinleyuan

Before noon, an unexpected rainstorm in the island's only town forced the grouting work at the fishing building construction site to stop, leaving everything even muddier. The workers, temporarily off work, gathered together, naturally seeking out cards and alcohol for some fun.

Qingfeng, the foreman of the construction workers, was invited by several Taiwanese company shareholders to dine at the town's largest hotel after their meeting. It was Qingfeng's first time dining with bosses like this; he was a man of few words, and the other superiors weren't paying much attention, so he simply offered the toasts he was due. After a hurried meal and drinks, the shareholders, their faces flushed and mouths oily, went to their respective rooms to wait; Qingfeng also had a room. Qingfeng

didn't object to this arrangement, but a brief glance from another shareholder with a mole near his ear while riding the elevator upstairs had displeased him—Qingfeng was someone who could be planned and predicted.

It turned out that Qingfeng wanted to fit in, especially after being kindly given a foreign-made sanitary condom by another dark-skinned shareholder. However, he now hesitated, and what displeased him even more was that during the meal, he neither flattered nor tried to impress them, but simply went along with their conversation, which could be considered subservient!

Dissatisfied with this matter, Qingfeng suddenly thought of an old building on the other side of this unfamiliar town near the sea—"Qinle Garden," a public brothel that had been operating since the Japanese occupation. Due to his profession and studies, Qingfeng had been in this island town for two months, sometimes wondering how to rebuild that gray, unadorned old cement building to remove that horrifying, decaying smell. The new building needed to retain some of the desolation and vulgar stench that he longed for, while also blending in with the surrounding buildings, but he never found a satisfactory answer.

A woman, led in by a waiter, interrupted his thoughts. After the door closed, the girl stood behind it for a moment. In the instant the atmosphere became silent, Qingfeng invited her to sit down. The girl sat on the edge of his bed, her eyes blurry from the alcohol, having drunk more than expected.

Qingfeng pulled her into his arms, his hand sliding down her waist. This girl before him was a pity; she wasn't truly beautiful, but on the other hand, she wasn't cheap either! The shareholder with the mole's eyes darted around again! What if he just chatted with her in bed? But wouldn't that be even more vulgar and weak? Now he was in a dilemma.

"I'll come see you again next time, okay?" Qingfeng said.

"What do you mean?"

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Mi!"

Xiao Mi felt a little annoyed and didn't intend to speak anymore. She hoped this man would act like a good guest and finish things quickly so she could go back to the large room where she shared with the other women to play cards and eat something.

"Take off your clothes!"

The girl pulled down her panties and lay down.

"Take it off!"

"No, my clothes are hard to take off."

Qingfeng hated that she even wore her shoes on the bed, and without any politeness, he began to remove her shirt, skirt, and knee-high socks.

"Dream on, stupid girl!" Qingfeng mocked inwardly. Even though her breasts were just like fried eggs, this girl had extremely fair and delicate skin, and she planned to use this advantage to make easy money in this town's not-so-cheap hotel.

She waited, oblivious.

Qingfeng rolled up the condom, and his fingers parted her vulva and entered, only about ten times.

"Squeeze tighter." Qingfeng didn't feel any physical sensation, just his own labor.

"Why are you talking like that?"

"What else can I do? I'm just telling the truth!"

The girl twisted her waist, showing a brief gasp. Soon, Qingfeng still felt only the condom expanding and contracting, and his lower body felt like it was inserted into the rubber of a car inner tube, unable to get out. Finally, he couldn't help but feel exhausted. Qingfeng pulled out the condom and threw away the limp one. Seeing this, the girl reluctantly reached out to touch his deflated genitals, hoping he would finish quickly.

"You can go now."

"Are you leaving? Are you done?"

"That's it!"

The girl put on her clothes, and Qingfeng sat on the bed.

"From now on, just carry a can of oil with you, okay? It's so dry!" Qingfeng took out some money and gave it to her.

"Close the door!"

Qingfeng thought about his hesitation when he faced this dilemma earlier, unsure if this was a good ending. The girl glanced at him as she left, and suddenly chuckled as she closed the door, leaving behind a uniquely joyful laugh from a young girl in the dark corridor outside.

When Qingfeng returned, the moment he stepped into the construction site office, he learned that a new supervisor had temporarily resigned, and he had to immediately return to Taiwan to work on another newly established construction site. This back-and-forth indicated the arbitrariness and negligence of the head office administration. It seemed the signs of the company's collapse were already showing, Qingfeng cursed inwardly.

Reporting immediately? Was it that urgent? Qingfeng didn't want to make up any excuses. He could leave the day after tomorrow, that was enough! That way, tomorrow would be a quiet, uneventful day.

In the evening, several familiar workers invited him for a farewell drink, and since it was a send-off, he had to get drunk. From the start of the meal, all he heard were kind words, but in Qingfeng's malicious world, he treated them as fleeting illusions, unrelated to their credibility.

As he left, he vomited a pile of meat and wine into the toilet, struggling to cope with the dizziness from the ride.

He returned to the dormitory at one in the morning but couldn't sleep; the discomfort persisted. As dawn approached, everyone was still fast asleep in their bunks. He went outside, the faint light falling on him, and couldn't help but vomit again, finally feeling refreshed.

He started the construction vehicle and drove aimlessly, thinking he should find a hotel so he could sleep alone during the day. However, the hotels were still closed early in the morning, and soon he forgot about it. After circling around several times, he passed "Qinleyuan," but the doors were tightly shut. Yes, they needed to rest too.

The building was dilapidated, the morning light reflecting off the blue sky and large patches of dark clouds, the weather uncertain. The streets were somewhat deserted, a damp, cold sea breeze blowing in gusts.

With a "click," a woman started her small motorcycle in front of the "Qinle Garden" building. When had she come out? The moment the seat lifted, Qingfeng saw that it was a woman who resembled his first girlfriend. New to the town, was she trying to sneak out for some fresh air in the early morning?

Qingfeng followed slowly. Where was this woman going?

The woman rode several kilometers out of town; it seemed she had no specific destination. After riding for another ten minutes or so, crossing a bridge with strong winds, she struggled to maintain her balance. Finally, the woman grew tired and stopped by a deserted roadside. Qingfeng's motorcycle passed her, intentionally stopping at the next bend. When he returned, the woman was gone.

Now Qingfeng stood where she had just stopped: a small motorcycle, a small road leading uphill. He had no choice but to walk uphill, and sure enough, there stood the woman on the vast, brownish-yellow grassy slope, with several groves of silver acacia trees nearby. From a distance, she was just a small figure, the sea breeze blurring Qingfeng's vision.

Could it be her?

Qingfeng couldn't remember her full name now, but there was a "Mei" in it. Back then, her beautiful face often flushed with a blush, and when naked, she possessed a robust voluptuousness uncommon for a young girl, occasionally emanating an unusual squid scent from her body.

How had they met? And how did he know that she was still a student at the time, yet already working as a prostitute? These things were all shameful, things Qingfeng had long since refused to remember, but he hadn't expected that after ten years, only these memories remained. She was like someone who didn't exist. No matter how vast the real world was, Qingfeng's world was only the world he knew; the countless external worlds were completely nonexistent for someone like him.

Suddenly, she turned and saw Qingfeng. Seemingly unconcerned, she slowly took out a piece of bread wrapped in a clear plastic bag and a foil-wrapped drink from her coat and began to eat. Only when Qingfeng approached did she feel uneasy.

"Can I get to ×× from here? My car broke down," Qingfeng casually made up an excuse.

"...I don't know, I'm not from around here."

"Sigh! Really, I wanted to take a shortcut, but I lost my way. Hmm... Strange, miss, why are you here so early in the morning?"

Qingfeng's words reassured the woman slightly, but unintentionally revealed the demeanor of a lowly courtesan.

"I just couldn't sleep well, so I came out for a walk!" The woman answered somewhat reluctantly, putting away her food and preparing to leave.

"Hey! Hey... You look familiar, have we met before?"

Qingfeng's words made the woman feel uneasy again, and she had to turn around to look at him. Now that Qingfeng was looking at her up close, he was already certain that this woman was not his first girlfriend. Her appearance might change, but her accent was hard to change. Besides, what he saw during the day was different from the illusion he had at night.

"No, I don't think so!" the woman replied.

"What's your name? You sound like an old friend of mine."

"Are you trying to pick me up?"

"Of course not, that would be so pointless!"

She wore a black, tight-fitting long dress, a dark red scarf around her neck, and a mixed-color coat. She wasn't young anymore; her beauty came from her slender figure, a lingering, mature openness.

"I have to go back!"

"Tell me your name!" Qingfeng quickened his pace, walking alongside her, effectively stopping her from leaving.

"Lijun, is that alright?"

"Okay, Lijun, now I remember, you work at Qinle Garden, right?" Qingfeng continued his shameless fabrication, the kind of talk one inevitably uses when speaking to a woman with even a little bit of beauty.

"You've got the wrong person. I don't work there!"

"Really? A woman from an ordinary family, coming to a place like this so early in the morning?"

"I'm just an unfortunate woman."

"Everyone has the right to say they're unfortunate. No wonder I came to this place too."

Seeing that he was unreasonable, the woman turned and left.

"It's a bad fate that we two unfortunate people met. Fine, if you were an ordinary woman, I would have sex with you, unless you say you're a prostitute!" Qingfeng grabbed her hand, his other hand forcefully climbing up her soft waist.

"Whatever you say goes!"

"You say it yourself!"

"Fine! I really am a prostitute!"

"Then... you do what you're supposed to do." "It's still the same old story

." The woman looked down on him, sneering, and shook off his hand.

Qingfeng was mocked, but it was also true. Was it his subconscious? Qingfeng originally thought he was just making a bad joke. He hesitated for a moment, and the woman had already walked to the side and disappeared into the edge of the forest. He searched along the grassy area beside the forest, running a few steps. In this chaotic acacia forest, the branches were like long reeds, leafless and dead, and the grass was desolate. The woman stood in the clearing.

Qingfeng peeled off her clothes, searching for her wild flesh.

"My back hurts so much, let me put some clothes on." She reached for the nearby clothes.

Surrounded by emptiness, her sudden words, spoken with a touch of civilization, startled Qingfeng, who was consumed by primal malice. But Qingfeng tore off her clothes again and entered her. The woman's body trembled from the cold, and she could only cling to the body that was assaulting her.

Qingfeng pushed her away, bound her tearful, self-pitying eyes, and continued to ravage the naked woman before him, her body obscured by a dark red floral silk scarf. As climax approached, Qingfeng pulled the scarf from her eyes.

"Look, open your eyes." Qingfeng ejaculated on her chest, but the woman remained still, trying to escape any further brutality.

When Qingfeng reached his lowest point, he used the scarf to wipe away the woman's tears and the filth on her chest, but he couldn't clean it all.

"Put it on!" Qingfeng threw the clothes at her.

As she turned to get up to find her clothes, she crawled on all fours, sobbing like a child. A small character, "Bin," was tattooed on her bare buttocks. Qingfeng saw that she was indeed a woman with a tragic fate.

"Don't do this kind of work!" Qingfeng threw down all the money he had on him and hurried away, partly because he was running away from such a foolish thing to say. He was somewhat at a loss and wandered aimlessly through the woods for a while.

The woman followed him at a distance, probably afraid of this desolate and bleak forest!

After Qingfeng stepped on the gas and drove away alone, passing the same bridge and desolate road, the scenery on both sides remained the same. After the sleepless night and the absurdity just now, Qingfeng's mind became like a viscous paste. What he saw and the car windows on both sides became several screens, and everything reflected was irrelevant to him, constantly flying away.

Humorous people attract humorous things!

Bloodthirsty people attract bloodthirsty things!

And he was such a person who lived without purpose or interest, so chaos, accidents, and immorality came to find him, dominating his life and filling his existence, and he went to seek them out, didn't he?

"Qinle Garden" was over thirty years old, which was his age. Both of them would fall in the same direction of decay along with other cheap people and things in the world.

Qingfeng stopped the car at the red light; he simply understood.

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