On the day in Shenyang 02

(II) The Last Letter of a Deceased
Su Manting felt as if she were having a dream, a dream in which she flew, or as if she were sitting in a small boat in the middle of a river, swaying gently.
The fullness in her groin and the continuous thrusts in her abdomen brought her to her senses for a moment, then her consciousness was once again enveloped by the dream, repeating endlessly.
Su Manting was not a virgin who had never experienced sexual intercourse. Although she hadn't reached the point of being thoroughly ravaged, her body had been explored by men, and she was naturally sensitive. Therefore, she had long experienced the feeling of orgasm. However, she felt that this experience differed from the descriptions in literary works; at least, she hadn't felt dizzy during orgasm.
However, this sexual encounter, completely different from the past, completely overturned her previous understanding.
She had always believed that orgasm could only be achieved during a man's thrusting. Even with thrusting, it wasn't guaranteed to lead to orgasm every time. She had never imagined that this slow, methodical thrusting could bring her to orgasm, and not just once, but wave after wave, like waves crashing on the beach, the first surge barely receding before the next surged in.
This pleasure, so different from the climax of a thrusting attack, frequently caused her to experience brief periods of amnesia, or mental blanks. The dizzying sensation during these blanks was far more exaggerated and real than any sexual vertigo described in popular science books.
In her occasional moments of lucidity, Su Manting tried to feel Geng Runfeng's presence inside her.
He was so full, every thrust so clear, especially when he slowly withdrew, the swollen glans scraping against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing waves of pain, yet that pain was mixed with a strange pleasure; when he thrust in, the swift and explosive penetration, the impact that went straight to her core, made her involuntarily gasp.
Su Manting even thought that there was an electrical circuit installed deep inside her, and the terminal of Geng Runfeng's "cannon" was the switch of this circuit. As soon as it touched the depths, her body would go numb as if it had been electrified. Intense pleasure started from deep in her lower abdomen and then spread throughout her body, even her fingertips and scalp could feel it.
After several repetitions, the pleasure exploded like an explosion, leaving Su Manting's mind blank again, only able to shake her head helplessly.
"Brother, brother, stop...stop for a while, rest for a while, I can't take it anymore..." Su Manting felt as if an atomic bomb had exploded inside her, and the mushroom cloud was about to fly out of her throat.
In a moment of clarity, she quickly wrapped her legs tightly around Geng Runfeng's waist and said hurriedly.
Geng Runfeng grabbed the phone on the bedside table and looked at it. It hadn't been long, only fifteen minutes, not even a sprint yet.
After a moment, Su Manting released her legs from around Geng Runfeng's waist and hips. Geng Runfeng thought she was ready again, so he started fucking her again. But after only two thrusts, not even one more, Su Manting lifted her legs back onto his waist.
"Brother, stop fucking me. I'm too tired, I've been on the train for four hours... I haven't done it in a while, let me rest... Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll let you fuck me properly." Su Manting begged repeatedly.
Looking at Su Manting's sweaty face and incoherent appearance, Geng Runfeng smacked his lips and pulled out his penis.
Geng Runfeng was both amused and exasperated; this awkward situation was too uncomfortable. Masturbating himself felt a bit too stupid. Seeing Su Manting like that, he couldn't bring himself to fuck her hard. This wasn't just some casual hookup; they had known each other for seven or eight years. Subtracting the four years she spent in Beijing, Geng Runfeng had invested energy and emotion in her for about three or four years.
Even if there's no feeling left, it's been so long...
Geng Runfeng has always been a sentimental person, cherishing what time has accumulated.
Looking at Su Manting's still-twitching abdomen, Geng Runfeng licked his lips, steeled himself, went into the bathroom, and washed away all the bodily fluids from his groin.
Back in bed, Geng Runfeng habitually lit a cigarette. After finishing the cigarette, Su Manting had mostly recovered. She pounced on Geng Runfeng, showering his face with a flurry of passionate kisses.
Geng Runfeng thought to himself, "I just managed to calm down, and you're just stirring things up again." At this moment, Su Manting said softly, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm so useless. Tomorrow, I'll go all out and make sure you get your fill of fucking." These words softened Geng Runfeng's heart. He put his arm around Su Manting's shoulder and pulled her into his arms, saying,
"It's okay, I'm just serving you, but your comfort is the priority."
Su Manting stubbornly said, "No! I'll definitely make sure you have a good time tomorrow." "Okay, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
The two lingered for a while longer, gradually feeling sleepy.
Before going to sleep, Geng Runfeng asked Su Manting, "Did you enjoy being served by me just now?" Su Manting, leaning on his shoulder, pretended to think and replied, "It was alright." Geng Runfeng was dissatisfied and asked again, "Just 'alright'? What would be better than 'alright'? What would be better?"
Su Manting sensed a hint of jealousy in Geng Runfeng's words and gave him a hard kiss on the neck. After releasing him, the red mark on her neck was clearly visible: "This is a stamp, proving it's mine."
"Damn! Can't you be serious for once?" Geng Runfeng didn't even need to look to see the red mark on his neck. "Aren't you afraid you have a sister-in-law now, and she'll be jealous?"
Su Manting smiled sweetly and said, "I don't care! My brother is so smart, he'll definitely be able to handle this." Geng Runfeng was speechless.
Su Manting, with a smug look on her face, whispered in Geng Runfeng's ear, "I thought my brother was jealous just now... Actually, I was just teasing you. Full marks, five stars." Hearing this, Geng Runfeng's vanity was greatly satisfied: "That's more like it, to be honest."
The two couldn't remember what time they fell asleep, but it was at least five o'clock. They slept soundly until noon.
When Geng Runfeng woke up, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body. Looking down, he saw Su Manting idly fiddling with her nipples.
Geng Runfeng was both amused and exasperated: "You naughty boy..."
Seeing that Geng Runfeng was awake, Su Manting immediately rolled over and pinned him down, sealing his lips with a passionate kiss.
After the kiss, Geng Runfeng's heart pounded. He instinctively switched positions with Su Manting, who was on top of him—in more literary terms, he was about to make love when his phone rang.
The moment his phone rang, Geng Runfeng immediately abandoned his thoughts of having sex, his manhood swiftly displaying the virtue of humility, lowering its proud head.
This problem was absolutely not Geng's fault; anyone else would lose their interest upon hearing his ringtone. Because… the ringtone was too violent, enough to make someone want to beat someone and destroy property.
Speaking of this ringtone is a long story, stemming from Geng Runfeng's habits.
Geng Runfeng has always been a pretentious person. He has never been ashamed of pretentiousness, but rather proud of it. In his words, pretentiousness is a way of life.
Forcing him not to pretentious is worse than death.
Geng Runfeng also said: "Pretentiousness is for those who understand; for those who don't, it's like throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man—a waste of effort."
In Geng Runfeng's understanding, pretentiousness is a matter of level and style. In layman's terms, it's called "pretentious style."
Geng Runfeng always emphasized this point.
For Geng Runfeng and people like him, the level of their "pretentiousness" directly determines the intensity of their sense of superiority in social situations.
Years later, a celebrity appeared online named Hua Zong. His "Guide to Pretending to Be Pretentious" perfectly aligned with Geng's theories. Geng was amazed after reading it and wished he could immediately consider him a close friend. This is just a side note.
When pretending to be pretentious becomes a habit, every detail contributes to one's "pretentiousness."
Clothing and daily necessities, of course, go without saying; those are essential considerations. Even hobbies must be noteworthy. Geng Runfeng didn't overlook his phone ringtone. He always believed it was a good way to display his high-class taste, so he had to be different from others.
He always scoffed at the ubiquitous Phoenix Legend music.
Thus, he created a ringtone that would attract attention whenever it rang: the television news broadcast during a North Korean satellite launch.
As the powerful voice of the North Korean television host suddenly rang out, Su Manting shuddered, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Seeing Geng Runfeng answer the phone, Su Manting realized that the strange sound was Old Geng's ringtone.
It felt like eating ice cream dipped in soy sauce—a very odd taste.
The caller was Old Gui.
Old Gui's real name was Qiao Xinming, but no one in their circle of friends called him by his real name.
The origin of this nickname is lost to history, but everyone agrees it's exceptionally fitting for him.
The "ghost" moniker primarily praises Qiao's high intelligence and emotional intelligence. In literary terms, he's almost demonically intelligent; in folk parlance, he's as cunning as a monkey. Secondly, it refers to his unconventional and unpredictable thinking, quite different from ordinary people. More precisely, he always manages to pinpoint the crux of a matter with a unique perspective, getting straight to the heart of the matter.
Legend has it that another reason Qiao Xinming was called "Old Ghost" was that he once lived not far from the Wenguantun Funeral Home.
Geng Runfeng was known for his arrogance and rarely looked down on anyone. Qiao Xinming was an absolute exception in Geng's eyes.
Among those whom Geng Runfeng held in high regard, this guy was the most prominent. For no other reason than Old Ghost's boundless knowledge and perspective.
Geng Runfeng himself was a seasoned veteran, but Old Ghost surpassed him in every way. Although Geng Runfeng wouldn't admit it, he couldn't deny it in his heart.
Xihongshi had once been a deputy mayor who served as the head of the Public Security Bureau. This guy was extremely famous. At the height of his career, he once said something extremely domineering and imposing to his subordinates.
Geng Runfeng and his friends discussed this statement over tea and meals. Everyone agreed that it would be even more fitting if Lao Gui said it.
That statement was: "I've read enough books to cremate you all."
Lao Gui called to ask Geng Runfeng to go fishing.
Geng Runfeng thought to himself, "I can't just leave my girl to go fishing with you," and was hesitating about how to tell Lao Gui when he suddenly felt a wetness on the back of his neck, making him shiver.
Su Manting playfully licked his neck, reigniting his recently cooled desire.
"I have some things to do here, fishing…we'll talk about it another day," Geng Runfeng said casually, quickly hanging up the phone.
"You brat, how dare you flirt with me..." After hanging up the phone, Geng Runfeng pushed Su Manting onto the bed. Her giggles quickly turned into panting and moans.
Just as Geng Runfeng, full of vigor and ready to pounce again, his spendthrift phone rang once more.
"Damn it! I can't live like this anymore!" Geng Runfeng cursed as he answered the phone.
Picking up the phone, Geng Runfeng naturally lowered his head. As the call continued, his agitated expression became increasingly calm.
After the call ended, Geng Runfeng took a deep breath, sat blankly on the edge of the bed, and stared blankly out the window, unfocused and lifeless.
"Brother, is something wrong?" Su Manting asked timidly. "If you're busy, then go ahead and do your thing," Geng Runfeng replied without answering. Instead, he asked Su Manting, "Are you coming back this time?" "Yes. I'm going on a business trip."
"How many days can you stay?"
"Four or five days at least, maybe a week if it gets longer," Su Manting answered.
Geng Runfeng hummed in agreement and then said, "I have something to do, I have to go out for a bit. I'll be back to keep you company later." Su Manting obediently agreed and opened her arms for a hug, her two nipples proudly displayed on her firm breasts, as if bearing the weight of desire.
Geng Runfeng had no interest in lingering affection. He gave her a quick hug and a light kiss before leaving the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
Once outside the hotel, Geng Runfeng hailed a taxi and sped away.
The phone call urging Geng Runfeng to hang up and leave was from the wife of one of his friends—or rather, his widow.
This friend of his had recently passed away.
Although Geng Runfeng's face remained calm, his heart was in turmoil. He couldn't believe it; the man had left so suddenly. He could even recall their last meeting—the afternoon sun and his good friend's honest smile.
That meeting…it seemed to be last winter. Half a year had passed in the blink of an eye…time flies.
How could such a good person just be gone like that?
With this question in mind, Geng Runfeng stepped into Dai Pingyuan's house.
Dai Pingyuan's wife, Sun Hong, was still the same reserved and timid woman, unchanged despite their familiarity.
The somber expression on her face betrayed her status as a widow.
Geng Runfeng knew that Sun Hong's reserved demeanor was not the real her. However, he had never seen her true self; he had only learned of her indirectly by chance.
The quietness of the house shielded him from the early summer heat. A black-and-white photograph on the desk captured Dai Pingyuan's former appearance. His life was now frozen in time, settled.
Looking at his old friend's portrait, Geng Runfeng remained silent for a long time.
After offering incense, Geng Runfeng asked Sun Hong, "When did Pingyuan pass away?" "Almost a month ago," Sun Hong murmured, head bowed.
"Why didn't you tell me then?" Geng Runfeng was somewhat displeased, though he didn't express it in his tone.
"He wouldn't allow it. Before he left, he specifically told me to tell you later." Hearing Sun Hong's words, Geng Runfeng's recently calmed emotions surged again. He couldn't remember if he could make up for the funeral expenses, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he pulled out some money from his pocket, about to hand it to Sun Hong. Just before handing it over, he thought for a moment, shaving off the change, leaving only eight red banknotes.
Seeing Geng Runfeng take out the money, Sun Hong, like a panicked child, quickly put her hands behind her back and took small steps back.
Geng Runfeng grabbed Sun Hong's arm, pried her hand open, and shoved the money into her hand: "Pingyuan didn't tell me when he left, so I should have confronted you about this. If you don't take this money, you're slapping me in the face." Sun Hong couldn't refuse, so she took the crumpled eight hundred yuan, lowering her head and remaining silent.
Finally, Geng Runfeng broke the silence, asking, "How exactly did Pingyuan leave? How could it be so sudden?
I had dinner with him last winter, and things seemed fine then..." After a while, Geng Runfeng finally got the cause of Dai Pingyuan's death from Sun Hong: uremia.
"Once it was diagnosed, it was too late. Three months later, he was gone..." Sun Hong's eyes reddened as she finished speaking.
Seeing this, Geng Runfeng could only offer words of comfort.
Once Sun Hong calmed down, she found an old-fashioned diary and a USB drive, handing them to Geng Runfeng.
"Pingyuan asked me to give this to you before he left. He said he wanted you to be his witness and prove he was not wrong..."
The two items weren't heavy, but Geng Runfeng found them surprisingly weighty in his hands. He seemed to see again that scholarly man, speaking with unwavering confidence...
Geng Runfeng knew that if he hadn't been so stubborn, perhaps his life would have led to a glorious future. But life doesn't offer "what ifs," so he lived a life of extreme hardship and unhappiness. Now, he has turned to dust, yet he still clings to his beliefs—what an unwavering conviction!
Geng Runfeng sighed.
After paying his respects to his old friend, Geng Runfeng prepared to leave. At this moment, the usually reserved Sun Hong became enthusiastic, insisting that Geng Runfeng stay for dinner.
Having known Dai Pingyuan for many years, he had never seen Sun Hong cook at his home. Old Dai always handled the kitchen work himself. In Old Dai's words, Sun Hong's cooking was merely barely edible.
Geng Runfeng naturally didn't want to eat anything that wouldn't kill him, so he politely declined. However, the strength of Sun Hong's pull and the expectation in her eyes made him sense something amiss. Only
then did he realize the awkwardness of a man and a woman alone in a room, and at the same time, many memories flooded his mind. For example, he had witnessed Sun Hong's affair.
Thinking of this, he felt even more embarrassed and immediately fled Dai Pingyuan's house.
It was almost evening when he left Old Dai's house, and the setting sun bathed Geng Runfeng in its golden light. Carrying this golden-red hue, he chose a bus and headed towards Zhongshan Square. He was going to the Crown Plaza to meet Su Manting.
On the swaying bus, Geng Runfeng thought of a joke about black condoms. The salesperson said they made you look slimmer, and the customer said that a friend had passed away, and he needed to comfort his sister-in-law; black condoms looked solemn.
Thinking of this, Geng Runfeng chuckled, shook his head, and banished the absurd thought from his mind.
Looking at Dai Pingyuan's belongings, Geng Runfeng was filled with mixed emotions.
In this day and age, almost everyone uses electronic devices to record information, and Geng Runfeng was no exception. Prolonged use of computers or other electronic devices to record information had led to him forgetting how to write characters by hand. Wanting to write a few words always requires a moment's thought, sometimes even needing to check on a phone to find the correct spelling.
Old Dai, however, never had this problem. Although he used a computer to record information, he always maintained the habit of writing by hand.
It was precisely this somewhat conservative, outdated method that resulted in this notebook that looks like it came from another era. Should this demonstrate Old Dai's foresight?
Geng Runfeng had long known that recording information with electronic devices was unreliable and insecure, easily leading to loss. But the power of the tide of the times was too great, and individuals were too insignificant to resist. Inertia, like a flood, swept people forward, allowing no retreat. Sometimes, even knowing it's wrong, one still finds excuses to be lazy, resulting in the loss of important information. He swore countless times to change, but the result remained the same.
Perhaps only someone as stubborn as Old Dai could hold onto certain things.
Geng Runfeng sighed inwardly.
On the way, Geng Runfeng once again thought of Sun Hong, that seemingly extremely conservative and reserved woman. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Geng Runfeng would never have believed that a woman like her would have an affair.
There's an old saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover."
Everyone knows Geng Runfeng isn't exactly a saint; having affairs with women is commonplace for him. He never imagined that a chance encounter would lead him to see Sun Hong in a hotel room with another man. Even more coincidentally, he was practically next door to Sun Hong… separated only by a poorly soundproofed plasterboard wall.
Right next door, Geng Runfeng heard Sun Hong's breathtaking moans.
Lost in thought, the bus arrived at its stop. Geng Runfeng nearly missed his stop, seizing the last moment before the bus departed to ask the driver to let him off.
The last rays of the setting sun faded, and Geng Runfeng squinted at the magnificent sunset before turning and entering the Holiday Inn.
He knocked on Su Manting's door quickly, but didn't see her immediately. Only after the door closed did he see Su Manting, completely naked, hiding behind it.
Su Manting had intended to playfully jump up and pounce on Geng Runfeng, but seeing his unusually pale face, she stopped herself.
"Brother... what happened?"
Seeing Su Manting's concerned expression and her frail body, Geng Runfeng's depression eased slightly. He reached out and grasped Su Manting's face, gently shaking it. "Nothing." "You're lying! You look terrible!" "
Really, nothing." After saying that, Geng Runfeng felt it was too perfunctory and explained again, "A friend passed away, and I just found out. I'm just feeling a little unwell."
Then, he put his arm around Su Manting's slender waist and sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a long sigh.
Su Manting wrapped her arms around Geng Runfeng's waist, pressing her not-so-ample breasts against his chest and ribs, resting her head on his shoulder, and softly asked, "A very important friend?" Geng Runfeng thought for a moment, nodded, and simply hummed in response.
After a brief silence, Geng Runfeng said, "Life is too unpredictable. Although we all know that death is inevitable, no one can accurately predict when it will come. When it strikes, it's as sudden as a candle going out." "So, we who are alive should cherish life even more, shouldn't we..." Before he could finish, Su Manting's hot lips pressed against his, sealing his mouth with a kiss.
Su Manting's initiative ignited the fire of desire within Geng Runfeng, a fire that temporarily burned away the gloom in his heart.
He stretched out his body, quickly removing his clothes, and then pinned Su Manting beneath him.
Despite the previous night's work, Su Manting's "muddy path" was still difficult to navigate.
After several twists and turns, Geng Runfeng finally, like a clumsy female driver backing into a parking space, inserted his enormous member into Su Manting's body. With just one round of pushing and pulling, Su Manting, like a swan shot in the neck, let out a sharp, mournful cry.
In bed, Geng Runfeng was never in a hurry to finish; his forte was meticulous crafting. Even without using external techniques like singing and dancing, he could still create a variety of experiences even in a missionary position. It was all about the precise combination of rhythm, intensity, and depth.
A few minutes later, the muddy path was flooded, turning the water into a torrent, and the peach blossom cave seemed to have a spring flowing beneath. Continuing on, the splashing sounds of wading through the water filled the air, tickling the very core of one's heart.
Su Manting's loud cries went without saying, and Old Geng was also quite aware of the effort, but this time his performance was clearly not as good as the previous night, where he had ejaculated in just over ten minutes.
Geng Runfeng felt apologetic. Catching his breath, he apologized to Su Manting, saying, "Sis, I'm sorry, I wasn't really in the mood."
Su Manting blinked her dazed eyes, a glimmer of clarity returning, and sighed, "You're already much better. Brother, you don't have to make me completely unable to walk before you're in good shape, do you?"
Su Manting's question made Geng Runfeng burst out laughing.
What made Geng Runfeng laugh even more was Su Manting's actions when she went to the bathroom to clean herself: she tightly covered her groin with both hands and walked with her legs spread apart.
Seeing Geng Runfeng's mischievous smile, Su Manting glared at him fiercely and said, "I'm afraid you'll spill your son all over the floor! You've already filled me up!"
As the sound of running water filled the bathroom, Geng Runfeng's stomach rumbled. He then realized it was time to eat. Thinking that Su Manting hadn't eaten either, he felt a little guilty. She
only took a quick shower, so Su Manting came out of the bathroom quickly. Looking at the beauty wiping the water droplets from her hair, Geng Runfeng said, "Get dressed, let's go out for dinner. Your little mouth down there is done feeding, now it's time to feed your upper body." Su Manting replied lazily, "I'm not going down, I'm so tired... my legs are weak. Let someone bring it up." So, the two of them chose to have dinner at home.
From beginning to end, Su Manting didn't put on any clothes.
While eating, Geng Runfeng stared at Su Manting's smooth body and said, "I never knew you had this kind of fetish." Su Manting blushed, "No, it's not. I just wanted to relax today." After dinner, the two didn't rush to continue their passionate encounter, but lazily lay down on the soft bed. The soft bedside lamp cast a jade-like glow on them.
Holding Su Manting, Geng Runfeng picked up Dai Pingyuan's notebook. Before even opening it, he remembered Old Dai's honest smile. Usually, Old Dai was always the same, only revealing a rare sharpness when arguing about current affairs and economics.
Regarding Sun Hong's infidelity, Geng Runfeng had subtly hinted to Old Dai more than once that he was being cuckolded, and that the color of the cuckold was quite pleasing to the eye. Old Dai always smiled and didn't respond. Only once, half-jokingly, he said, "Don't say it if you see through it."
Uremia…
Old Dai's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Su Manting's soft voice pulled Geng Runfeng back to reality.
Given Geng Runfeng's temperament, if he were asked this normally, he would definitely say something like, "I'm thinking about you.
" This time, he wanted to answer that way too, but he stopped himself from doing so and instead honestly replied, "I'm thinking about that deceased friend."
"A very important friend, a woman!" Su Manting's words carried a hint of sourness.
"Not a woman, but she was indeed very important." Geng Runfeng smiled wryly, casually pinching Su Manting's breast, causing her to tremble slightly.
Geng Runfeng opened Dai Pingyuan's notebook and turned to the last page. He really wanted to know what Dai Pingyuan had written in his final years.
Looking at Dai Pingyuan's clumsy, elementary school-like handwriting, Geng Runfeng couldn't help but complain: This is supposed to be a student from a prestigious university. Looking at these two strokes of handwriting, you really can't see his wisdom. This handwriting is almost on par with the general who wrote "The First Normal School is a good school."
Just as he was complaining, Geng Runfeng saw his own name mentioned on the paper. Upon closer inspection, I realized this text was a letter Dai Pingyuan left for himself, or perhaps a will, though not written on a separate sheet of paper. "
My dear friend Runfeng: Seeing this booklet, I suppose we are now separated by death. I instructed Hong to give this to you after I'm gone. It contains my observations and insights from the past few years, along with some hypotheses and speculations, some right and some wrong. I've summarized the past; I certainly won't see the future. Having experienced the mistakes of previous years and reflected upon them, I'm even more convinced of my judgment. It's just a pity I can't verify it myself.
Actually, even knowing that death means the end, I still can't let go of this obsession. Hong is a woman; I don't want her to worry about this anymore. She's suffered a lot these past years with me. So, I entrust the rest to you.
You and I both understand that some things seem far removed from us, yet are intimately connected to us. This society is like a vast net, tightly binding us within it; if things change, we cannot escape." I dare not presume these thoughts to be of great use, but for reasonable people, they can still be somewhat helpful in seeking advantage and avoiding harm.
If they can help you in any way, consider them a gift I'm leaving you. If my judgment proves wrong, please apologize to Teacher Li for me. However, I suppose you don't need to do so.
Human hearts are unpredictable; it's best not to let this booklet fall into the hands of certain people, such as Qiao Xinming. That would complicate matters. Our era is already complicated enough; it doesn't need to be any more complicated.
I'm so fortunate to have a friend like you in this era where human relationships are as fragile as paper. Otherwise, you wouldn't have seen these words. I don't want to be sentimental about the afterlife; that's all meaningless anyway. Well, I'm a bit tired, so I'll stop here. Farewell, brother.
After reading Dai Pingyuan's suicide note, Geng Runfeng's nose tingled, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"He... his writing talent is truly remarkable," Su Manting, leaning against Geng Runfeng's chest, praised.
"It would be strange if it weren't. A top student from Peking University." Geng Runfeng closed Dai Pingyuan's notebook and placed it on his bedside table.
"Brother, I've noticed your friends are all so amazing." Su Manting looked at Geng Runfeng with admiration in her eyes.
Geng Runfeng smiled wryly: "Amazing? He's often unemployed."
"It can't be that bad."
"How can it not be comparable to that Peking University graduate who ended up selling pork? Actually, he doesn't need to be in such a bad situation. It's all because he fell out with his advisor. In this day and age, talking about conscience, ideals, and faith is too luxurious. I'm not exaggerating at all. If he wanted to get into a government agency, it would only take a word from his teacher." "His teacher is so amazing, I feel like my university professors are pathetic. They had to beg and plead to get us internships."
"Being willing to ask for favors for you is already quite good. At least they helped. If they just washed their hands of it, who would you complain to?"
After Geng Runfeng finished speaking, the two of them fell silent simultaneously, maintaining a high degree of tacit understanding.
A moment later, Su Manting broke the silence again, asking, "Brother, how many women have you slept with?" Geng Runfeng rolled his eyes, thought for a long time, and said, "I've forgotten." Su Manting said coquettishly, "Tell me how lecherous you are. How many do you have to be to the point of not being able to remember?" "Keeping numbers is the most tasteless thing to do. What's the point? Quality is more important than quantity," Geng Runfeng said seriously.
"Oh, so am I considered a high-quality woman among the women you've slept with?"
"Of course! Top-quality!" Geng Runfeng said, glancing sideways at Su Manting.
Su Manting chuckled, "Liar. I'm considered high-quality, my breasts are so small." Hearing this, Geng Runfeng sat up and said seriously, "Girl, you're wrong to say that. You can't look at things in isolation, and the same goes for women. We all say big breasts are beautiful, but there's a limit.
Aesthetics aren't simple symbols or signs; there's no fixed standard. There are many women who are said to be 1.7 meters tall, slim, and have big breasts. That sounds like a goddess, right? But when you actually see them, you'll find that their proportions aren't right, and it's hard to talk about beauty. They might also have bowlegs, or crooked legs, or other flaws that ruin the overall beauty. Take you for example, you have a small frame and are thin; it's hard to imagine what you'd look like with big breasts. I guarantee it wouldn't be aesthetically pleasing." Seeing Geng Runfeng's serious expression, Su Manting smiled brightly.
"Brother, you're just trying to make me happy. You make me sound like a fairy from heaven." Geng Runfeng joked, "Okay. As long as you're not from heaven or earth." Su Manting was taken aback, then punched Geng Runfeng's chest with her little fist, and the two of them started playfully fighting.
After they finished, Geng Runfeng said, "You gave me a pleasant surprise." Su Manting looked into Geng Runfeng's eyes and said, "You mean I've changed, right?" Geng Runfeng hummed in agreement, "In the past, you were so chaste..."
Geng Runfeng left his sentence unfinished. Su Manting naturally knew what he meant. She laughed, "Brother, you're using such civilized language today. In the past, you said I was fiercely protective of my genitals." Geng Runfeng didn't reply, but just quietly looked at Su Manting.
Su Manting's smile faded, and she slowly said, "Do you want to know what's happened to me in Beijing these past few years?" Geng Runfeng nodded, then shook his head. "If it requires reopening old wounds, then don't say it. It'll hurt you, and it'll hurt me too."
"No, I want to tell you." Su Manting stubbornly raised her head, her expression becoming unreadable. "Even if it hurts, I'll say it. Keeping it inside is even more painful. Actually, I'm just stupid. It's clearly human nature, the most basic need, yet I insist on thinking it's a shameful mistake. In the end, I'm the biggest joke..."
Geng Runfeng listened silently to Su Manting's outpouring.

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