Ranran the Rising Sun (Sister) - Chapter 45 Encounter with an Old Friend

Shu Min and Song Min had similar experiences; they both gambled their precious youth on this one man.
She moved into a small building in Plum Blossom Lane with him. The pairing of a young woman and a middle-aged man always attracted gossip and rumors behind their backs.
Regardless, she followed Chen Qingnan without hesitation.
Since there's no going back anyway, we might as well make the best of a bad situation.
She listened to the song playing on the TV screen, repeating it over and over again: "This time I face it resolutely, recklessly indulging. I don't care if it's right or wrong. Even if I'm deeply trapped, I'll do anything. Even if it's obsession, I'll be obsessively unrepentant... I'll be obsessively unrepentant..."
I keep hypnotizing myself, and I can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.
But her unwavering resolve is strikingly similar to that of Song Min back then. Similar names, similar ages, similar personalities.
He both loved and hated that woman, and this feeling gradually transferred to Shumin as well.
Shumin gradually sensed the man's neuroticism and terrifying nature. Especially when he was having drug withdrawal episodes, she saw his face turn bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like wriggling earthworms, making him look horrifying.
The deepening of drug addiction is accompanied by problems such as amplified indulgence and violent tendencies.
The first time he hit her, Shumin was stunned for a full twenty seconds, feeling as if glass was shattering in her heart. The reason was simply that after he finished using heroin, Shumin resentfully cursed, "Serves you right."
She gradually realized that this man was not as gentle and considerate as she had imagined, even though he could sometimes give her a bit of parental care and attention.
However, Chen Qingnan's usual trick was to use sweet words and sugar-coated bullets to bind the heart of this young woman after Shumin was brutally raped and insulted, making her, who was already affectionate and sensitive, hesitate between contradictions and love, and eventually fall into a quagmire.
Time flies like an arrow, and life is full of ups and downs.
When Shumin began to grow impatient with this life-or-death relationship, she suddenly realized that the years of her youth that had passed had already turned into fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and even the old chimneys of the nearby chemical plant seemed to be mocking her, with the black smoke billowing out becoming thicker and more choking.
It's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel.
Her attachment to this relationship had long since penetrated to the bone.
Even as the man grew thinner and his appearance became increasingly grotesque, Shumin would still make love to him on dewy autumn nights, swallowing his hot member inch by inch, accepting his salty semen again and again, and softly calling his name over and over again.
Because he was her first man, the affection he showed her as an elder and the love he gave her as a lover were the light of her life when she was twenty.
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If you turn the clock forward a few years, you'll see that Chen Qingnan, who is nearly fifty years old, has a gradually hunched back, his legs are becoming increasingly weak, and his teeth are becoming clumsy due to drug use, turning him into a "disrespectful old man."
His self-proclaimed sexual prowess gradually declined as his genitals atrophied, and to maintain his virility, he could only rely on drugs or Viagra to preserve his self-esteem.
After a series of job changes, she finally landed a low-level job dumping garbage, while Shumin, at a young age, worked as a sweeper in a chemical plant.
Struggling financially and plagued by drugs, Shumin was surrounded by uncouth men who made inappropriate jokes at her expense, which she found irritating.
The air in chemical plants has always been detrimental rather than nourishing, and the youthful beauty of my twenties gradually faded away.
She felt like a withered apple, weathered and dried up, and the wrinkles on the old man's face often made her sigh with regret.
After the man noticed the regret on her face, Chen Qingnan magnified this trivial matter into thoughts such as "she dislikes him," "she's going to run away," "she's fallen for another strong man," and "she's going to cheat on him," and they tore each other apart in the small building.
Only in this way will he feel that life has some vitality, instead of being a stagnant pool all day long.
Chen Qingnan no longer followed the rules, especially after witnessing a pickpocket on the bus stealing a wallet with tweezers, and he became eager to try it himself.
The first time he stole a phone from an unsuspecting young girl, his heart was pounding in his chest, but after succeeding, he was overwhelmed with excitement.
The underground secondhand electronics market is full of these kinds of mobile phones, watches, and other items with no provenance.
Clutching the gleaming red banknotes, he felt as if his heart had sprouted wings and his body was floating.
Money comes so easily, why don't I steal more?
So Chen Qingnan later frequently went to subway stations, train stations, and tourist attractions with high traffic, specifically targeting unsuspecting young girls and elderly people with limited mobility.
However, the rapid changes in lifestyle and the popularity of smartphones have made people more accustomed to holding their phones and looking down at them, which has reduced his opportunities. He is impatient and can only make more purchases in the autumn and winter seasons when people are less likely to take out their phones.
He certainly never imagined that he would meet his own son here in his lifetime.
More than a decade later, his son, who was six or seven years old at the time, had grown up and become a cold and indifferent young man.
When his cloudy eyes met his son's eyebrows and face, his mind automatically conjured up and superimposed his and her faces. A strong sense of familiarity overwhelmed him.
When a woman cautiously called him "Muyang," Chen Qingnan secretly laughed with schadenfreude: No need to worry about money anymore.
It was obvious that he thought his son was a coward and a wimp, and that he didn't dare to acknowledge him. He grabbed his woman and ran away.
He was old and couldn't run fast anymore, but he swung his arms with all his might, desperately trying to keep up with them, which was tough on his old bones.
The winter wind howled mournfully, and he roared in response.
"Chen Muyang—"
He successfully stopped them.
That dog son of mine has been doing really well these past few years. He dresses impeccably and has a young, beautiful girlfriend. With her delicate, arched eyebrows, round, bright eyes, and fair, smooth skin, she must be a gentle and docile person.
For some reason, Chen Qingnan felt extremely disdainful and contemptuous.
He stood by the river smoking, his son standing beside him, arguing with him, his mouth full of contempt.
He wondered why his son had become a high-ranking urban elite, while he himself had been reduced to a lowly, rat-like figure. He had only received financial assistance from his uncle.
He must have a weakness.
Through the smoke, Chen Qingnan glimpsed the woman's round face, which was flushed red by the biting winter wind, and the back of his son running quickly toward her. A thought flashed through his mind like a shooting star.
He quickly threw the cigarette butt into the river, then ran past Chen Muyang, grabbed the girl's shoulder, and choked her.
As the girl swayed, a pleasant, subtle fragrance wafted over.
Bathed in the dim light, he felt that the girl's hazy, fair face appeared even more delicate, and her large eyes were filled with panic, like a lamb that had fallen into a trap.
Chen Qingnan carefully examined the girl's face as his son looked on nervously. He stared at her, looking her up and down, then back up again.
The more he looked at her, the more his head ached, as if a raging torrent of water was about to burst through the dam and destroy his memory garden.
His hand caressed the girl's face, and as he lowered his gaze, he glanced at the constantly flashing red dot on her phone, and his memory garden collapsed instantly.
The red dot on the phone is the shell that blew up the dam.
Chen Qingnan thought of Song Kang and Song Min, of her name, of how he and Song Min shamelessly asked his in-laws for money on a certain April day, and of the obedient little girl in the red dress being held by her mother and waving goodbye to them.
At that time, he felt like a victor, having glimpsed the secret of these two people and learned of the shameful incestuous relationship between his son and niece.
With leverage over him, money will probably automatically flow into his hands.
He took out his old-fashioned mobile phone and forced his niece to enter their phone number, but his son tried to snatch it away.
This is a source of future income, I can't lose it. Even if I'm humiliated like a stray dog lying on the grass right now, I can't lose my phone.
His son, taking advantage of his youth and strength, started hitting and kicking him again. The kicks landed hard on his shoulder blades, back, and lumbar vertebrae. It felt like he had hit a small stone on the bridge of his nose. His whole body was in excruciating pain.
It seemed as if some soil had slipped into his mouth. The soil in the southern winter was still damp and full of moisture, and the earthy taste lingered in his mouth.
Chen Qingnan thought to himself that his son might be retaliating against him with violence, after all, he had been disciplined by his own fists when he was a child.
After thinking it over, Chen Qingnan felt relieved and decided to lie still on the ground like a dead fish, so as not to waste his energy.
Unexpectedly, the kind-hearted niece stopped her son, and the son, like a dog, obediently followed her orders.
Useless thing, so afraid of women. Wait, you think you can just run away after hitting him? No way, son, you'd better leave your "practice fee" behind. You can't treat your old man like this.
"Give me the money."
"Don't give it to him..." he heard his niece murmur.
An unnamed anger rose within her. "You damn woman, what's it to you? Why the hell are you pointing fingers?"
After he swore like that, his son turned pale and, as expected, couldn't help but take out his wallet and casually toss a few bills at him.
He immediately opened his eyes wide and stared intently at the rows of red banknotes and bank cards inside, as well as his work ID with his suit and photo on it.
Such a smug and composed photo, yet the person in the photo had an affair with his cousin, living a life of depravity, continuing to be his white-collar elite.
Nowadays, not many people arrange marriages between cousins. Unlike when he was a child, when he often heard about cousin marriages in the countryside, it must seem novel and exciting to people in big cities today.
Just then, I felt a sudden scratch on the back of my hand. It turned out my little niece was scratching at me with her fingernails. You little wildcat, you're going to tear my tendons! She looks gentle, but she's so cruel.
They ran away, but it doesn't matter, he still has money to collect.
The large banknotes, scattered like red flowers on the green lawn, went home with him.

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