She-devil girlfriend

July 15, 1934. Perhaps this was my first love, and it was a long-distance relationship. Although Beijing and Tianjin were only a hundred kilometers apart, a little over an hour's drive, we couldn't see each other every day or be intimate every night. A day apart felt like three autumns; the pain was unimaginable. I truly thought of her day and night, lost my appetite, grew thinner and thinner, and became haggard for her. Finally, summer vacation arrived, and as soon as the final exams were over, I rushed to the "no man's land."

I arrived at Jiaojiao's residence, and checked the time; it wasn't even nine in the morning. I opened the door with my key (for convenience, she had given me a key to the room so I could come and go as I pleased), and a strong smell of smoke and alcohol hit me. It seemed there had been another affair last night. I wondered which wealthy and powerful boss she was serving, or which unlucky fool she had swindled out of her money. Strangely enough, this chain smoker, alcoholic, sleazy actress, female hooligan, and con artist actually won my heart and my admiration.

Entering the room, I saw her sprawled on the bed, snoring softly. A towel was draped over her stomach, revealing her half-naked upper body and two snow-white thighs. A semi-transparent silk bra tightly hugged her two full breasts, but two dark, erect nipples, the size of grapes, were faintly visible.

I stared dumbfounded at her alluring, jade-sculpted body, a surge of involuntary desire rising within me. Hearing a sound, she suddenly opened her eyes, startled to see a man standing by the bed! She quickly grabbed the towel, wrapped herself in it, and sat up. When she saw it was me, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You little devil, you came in without saying anything! You scared me to death!"

She jumped off the bed, hugged me tightly, and kissed me several times on the cheek. I frowned, because my sense of smell clearly detected the stench of smoke coming from her mouth. Slightly annoyed, I said to her, "You smoked and drank again last night! You never take care of your health. You've ruined your voice; how will you make a living then?"

"When you're in this world, you have no choice,"

she said, sensing my displeasure and jealousy. She released me, walked aside, and said softly, "Living in this godforsaken place, how can you survive without being adaptable and going with the flow?"

Seeing the sorrowful look on her face, my heart softened.

"After I graduate, I'll definitely take you away from this place!"

I said suddenly, full of ambition.

"Saying one thing and meaning another, that's just a trick men always use, lying!"

It was clear she was having a fierce internal struggle. After a brief pause, her face revealed a flirtatious, alluring, and wanton expression usually reserved for theatrical performances. Her cheeks flushed, and she said to me with deep affection, "No matter how things change in the future, at least for the past six months, we've been inseparable. You know my current situation; the road ahead is fraught with conspiracies and traps, surrounded by wolves, tigers, hawks, hounds, and bears—they're always ready to pounce." "No longer peeping at my body, my sister has also been constantly struggling through hardships and dangers, dodging, maneuvering, and resisting harassment and invasion from all sides to maintain her current purity. It's truly been hard!

It's hard to predict when I will give in and lose my virginity. Rather than be ravaged and violated by those robbers and beasts, I'd rather give my virginity, my first time, to my dear brother. Can you understand me and satisfy me?"

As she spoke, her eyes shone with a light of expectation, pursuit, and longing.

To be honest, from the moment I entered her room and saw her half-naked, hazy sleeping posture, I felt a strange impulse, like countless little hands scratching at my heart. Several times I wanted to rush forward, tear off her clothes, and devour her alive. But the rationality of civilization and morality suppressed my desire. Hearing her words, although somewhat sudden and surprising, also pierced my hypocritical gentlemanly mask, and I recklessly pounced on her onto the bed. Unexpectedly, she pushed me away forcefully, panting, "Shameless! You're so impatient! Look at you, all dusty and dirty from your journey. I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth either, I stink. Hurry up and wash up before you come back!"

After we both washed up and returned to the room, we sat in silence, gazing at each other. She slowly pulled off my last remaining underwear, then took off her own pajamas. Ah! A white marble statue stood before me. I wonder if Yu Hongjiao, who frequented the pleasure quarters, had ever seen a naked man before, but I was certainly the first woman ever to witness nakedness since the beginning of time. Almighty God! How could your skillful hands sculpt a woman so beautifully! I could no longer restrain myself, I rushed forward, picked her up, and placed her on the bed, pressing my body against hers.

The moment our skin touched, I was suddenly startled and sat up abruptly, blushing as I asked, "Do you have a condom?"

"What?"

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly understood what I meant, saying, "I've never slept with a man before, how could I have that thing

?" "What if you get pregnant?"

"Oh! You're worried about that! Don't worry, let me tell you, I had a checkup at the hospital two years ago, and the doctor said that because I practiced in the opera troupe since I was a child, my uterus is three degrees retroverted, and I won't be able to have children. Even if you do get pregnant, I won't blame you, and I certainly won't hate you. Just go for it!"

Saying this, she forcefully pulled me down and pressed me onto her.

Since it was our first time, we were so flustered, so inexperienced, so nervous, so clumsy, but we succeeded! The unbearable pain of virginity made Jiao Jiao furrow her brows and moan softly, but soon this mature, beautiful body displayed a mesmerizing, unrestrained joy. I myself was intoxicated with pleasure, half-mad and half-hysterical. The harmonious connection of yin and yang brought us both an indescribable bliss, a joy beyond words. Lost in boundless pleasure, we completely forgot that Yu Hongjiao was in dire straits, and that I, a useless student, had no power to rescue her from the abyss of suffering.

As our joy reached its peak, the pleasure and desire gradually faded like the receding tide. I wrapped my elbow around her neck, and she stroked my spine with her palm, whispering sweet nothings face to face.

"I never knew you, you little devil! You always act so virtuous, but when it comes to this, you're quite the charmer! You've completely melted my bones. Looks like that ten thousand yuan you spent to save me wasn't for nothing,"

she teased. "Heaven and earth bear witness, everyone knows you're a rose with thorns. I might have the desire, but not the guts!" "

I'm a 'no-man's-land' shrew! Aren't you afraid I'll get a few people to cripple you?" "You really want to murder your husband?!"

"Ha, ha!" whee! "

July 25, 1935. Since the success of my previous play, *The Lustful Nun of Xishan*, my confidence has soared. I've become addicted to writing scripts for Jiaojiao, and in just six months I've written no fewer than a dozen. This time, I've brought her a few more: *The Peacock's Gallbladder*: A wealthy young lady, whose family has fallen on hard times, is given a letter by her dying parents, instructing her to take the tokens and go to her betrothed's family to complete the marriage. However, she is poisoned to death by her maid, Xiaolian, with peacock gallbladder. Xiaolian steals the letter and tokens, impersonates the wealthy lady, and becomes a rich woman. Years later, she is discovered by servants from the original household, who report her to the authorities, and Xiaolian is beheaded.

*The Dream of Wind and Cloud*: Liu Liping, the daughter of a prime minister, relies on her power, is arrogant and domineering, abusing her power and killing innocent people, arousing public anger. However, officials at all levels of the court are either afraid, flattering, or protecting her, allowing her to remain at large for a long time.

Later, she encounters the upright official, Lord Liu, who is not afraid of power and handles the case impartially. Finally, Liu Liping is beheaded."

"The Slaying of Camel Dragon": Ah Hui, a girl from a poor family, was forced by poverty to be trafficked and forced into prostitution.

Later, she caught the eye of a notorious bandit and became his wife, known as Camel Dragon. He robbed and plundered, constantly opposing the government. The authorities hated him and sent a large army to hunt him down. He was eventually captured and executed by slow slicing.

*Love and Hatred*: Qin Jiuniang, a beautiful and skilled female thief, possesses a gentle and tender heart. She encounters a handsome young man by chance and falls deeply in love, unable to extricate herself. However, this man is a constable sent by the government to lure her into a trap, leading to her capture and execution.

*Light Through the Crack in the Wall*: Xiugu, the daughter-in-law of a wealthy man, is wicked and licentious. To seize the family fortune, she bribes a maid to murder her husband and poison her father-in-law. She then kills the maid to cover her tracks. Thinking she has done everything discreetly, she is overheard through a crack in the wall during her plot, reported to the authorities, and executed by slow slicing.

Actually, this kind of script is not difficult to write because the theme is clear: to cruelly kill one or more beautiful women. The key is to find a reason to kill them, that is, to create a dramatic, vivid, and exciting story.

This wasn't difficult for me. From a young age, I loved reading classical novels, which were full of promiscuous women, bandits, and wanton nuns. I could just pick one, give her a vicious and lewd personality or a weak and pitiful one, add a strong and beautiful or slender and delicate appearance, and with some description, it became a script. Although I wasn't a professional playwright, my intelligence certainly added a lot to Jiao Jiao and her troupe.

However,

the residents near the "three-no-man's-land" and those who dared to venture into the area to watch the plays were mostly thugs, hooligans, gamblers, prostitutes, itinerant performers, and street vendors. Their cultural level was low, they didn't have high demands for the literary and artistic aspects of drama, and they didn't care much about the plot. They came seeking thrills and satisfying their lust. Often, there were very few audience members in the first half of the play, but when it came to the execution scene, a large group would rush in. Therefore, in order to increase box office revenue, the troupe arranged the final execution scene as the focus and climax of every play. However, the performance techniques were always so monotonous and weak. Although many realistic props were made, each time it was nothing more than stripping the female prisoner naked and parading her through the streets, cutting off her breasts, disemboweling her, severing her limbs, and beheading her. The first or second time was a little exciting, but it got boring after a while. Therefore, how to develop this kind of resource became the main task of Yu Hongjiao and me during this summer vacation.

Our first choice was to parade the female prisoners through the streets on wooden donkeys. Although many scripts mentioned that female prisoners were paraded through the streets on wooden donkeys before being executed by slow slicing, it had never been shown on stage before. In order to innovate and create something new, Jiaojiao and I chose this topic to study first.

In fact, since the day we tasted the forbidden fruit, we had to make love several times a day. She had clearly told me that whenever she was bound with ropes, paraded through the streets, or executed naked on the stage, her body would experience a strange impulse, producing a desire and expectation to have sex with a man, and she frankly told me that she also produced vaginal fluid. I then realized that she was also a seasoned ice fetishist. Therefore, I became bolder. Several times I tied her up and did it, and other times it was in a prescribed theatrical scenario, where she played a female condemned prisoner, and I played officials, yamen runners, executioners, etc., "raping" her before her execution. At these times, our pleasure and desire would reach their peak, a pinnacle of joy. This experiment of riding the wooden donkey was also her own idea, and she wanted to try it herself.

Initially, we imitated what was described in novels. That day, Jiaojiao had no chance, so early in the morning, I found some tools and made a wooden donkey. It was actually very simple; it was just a round wooden pestle about a foot long nailed vertically to a square wooden stool. Then I dragged Jiaojiao, still asleep, out of bed. Because of our passionate encounter the night before, she was still naked. I suddenly noticed that her breasts had become much fuller and firmer under my care and attention recently. I couldn't help but feel a surge of impulse, so I grabbed a rope and tied her up. We'd played this game many times; she never resisted, and I was quite skilled at it. I'd loop the rope around her neck, under her armpits, and around both arms several times, then tie her wrists together tightly in a knot—that was it. I could see a blush and a smile on her sleepy face. I ripped off her underwear, revealing a patch of dark, fluffy, dense, and damp pubic hair. This area was very familiar to me; Yu Hongjiao's pubic hair was incredibly thick, a tangled mess from her lower abdomen to her labia majora and around her anus, never trimmed—which, in a man's eyes, would be quite ugly. But now, Jiao-jie was my goddess; any flaw was breathtaking in my eyes. That's the truth of beauty being in the eye of the beholder.

"Sister, you're such a slut!"

I touched her pubic hair and found it was already soaking wet, so I teased her, "You haven't even done anything yet, and you're already so wet!" "You lecherous devil! You didn't get enough of me last night, and now you're tormenting me again at dawn!" she said with a laugh.

"Try this,"

I said, pushing her bound body toward the wooden donkey, "Sit on it and insert that stick." She looked at the upright wooden pestle, her face showing a mixture of fear and anticipation, and slowly sat down on it. Suddenly, she jumped up again: "Ouch, that hurts! You want to pierce me and roast me?" With that, she used her tightly bound body to slam me to the ground, then straddled my waist, positioning her hairy vulva against my already erect penis and sitting down on me like a wooden donkey. She frantically moved up and down, twisted left and right, making all sorts of lewd and wanton gestures, constantly moaning and groaning. I didn't say a word, just stared blankly at her wonderful performance, something I'd never even seen on stage, experiencing the boundless joy and passion she brought me.

The wooden donkey experiment failed, but the innovative ideas didn't end there. I went to find Wang Shirong (by the way, my two good friends, Wang Shirong and Zhang Chaogang, though not traveling together, also arrived in Tianjin one after the other. Zhang Chaogang is from Tianjin and always goes home to visit his family during holidays; while Wang Shirong has now become a fanatic of SM and often goes to the Tianjin concessions to seek out SM life). I got some photos of foreign women being bound or humiliated from him, and based on the postures of the people in the pictures, I designed several humiliating poses for Jiaojiao, successfully bringing them to the stage, making Jiaojiao a real sensation in the "three no-man's-land".

Professor Hu and Yu Hongjiao's love was developing rapidly, and the two had become intimate, like husband and wife. Although they were in different places and could not be together every day, Beijing and Tianjin were very close, only a little over an hour's train ride apart. Needless to say, they could see each other every few days during holidays, and even on ordinary days, they could see each other every few days.

Moreover, a day apart felt like three autumns, and when they met again, their feelings were even more profound. This kind of life lasted for more than a year, until Professor Hu graduated from university and left Beijing. The separation, a bittersweet farewell, brought another wave of sorrow.

Previously, I most loved the tragic stories of women being punished in novels and dramas, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. Unfortunately, in real life, I had never personally witnessed a woman like that or any similar events. I could only use my imagination to depict them as beautiful, charming, alluring, and seductive; to portray their execution as painful, tragic, and unbearable to witness.

But now, right before me stood a real beauty, Yu Hongjiao, with a slender figure, fair skin, an oval face, and delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Moreover, I possessed privileges equal to those of a husband towards her. Not only could I feast my eyes on her snow-white, soft body, but I could also freely touch her thick, black pubic hair and her round, firm breasts. I could even use my strong, masculine organ to penetrate her paradise and extract her fragrant essence. My beloved sister was also a skilled actress. She could vividly portray the expressions of a lustful woman in the throes of spring, the ugly behavior of adulterers in their illicit flirtations, the vicious face of someone murdering their husband, the agony of being tortured in court, the utter despair of being bound hand and foot, naked, with a dagger piercing her back, paraded through the streets before execution, and the tragic and terrifying expressions of beheading or disembowelment. Each performance filled me with exhilaration and joy. It made me deeply appreciate the unparalleled pleasure of life, as if I were the happiest person in the world.

But all good things must come to an end, and it was finally time to part ways. My university life was coming to an end in a month, and I was at a crossroads, wondering which path to choose: to go to Tianjin to find a job and stay with Jiaojiao forever; or to pull Jiaojiao out of this filthy mire and take her to Jiangnan to start a new life. Unfortunately, my parents flatly rejected both paths I chose, arguing that a gentry family like ours, with its certain social standing, would never allow a woman from an actress's background to be my wife. They threatened to sever our father-son relationship if I insisted, and so on! They repeatedly sent relatives and friends north to persuade and urge me to make a clean break, sever my old feelings, and step onto the road to a brighter future.

In extreme distress, hesitation, doubt, and confusion, I struggled to think about my choices, weigh the pros and cons, distinguish right from wrong, and determine the advantages and disadvantages. After much contemplation, my mind finally clicked: First, a spendthrift young master like me, who frequents the entertainment industry, could never survive on a meager starting salary. Therefore, I absolutely could not betray my feudal family and elope with my lover. Second, in future social situations, if my colleagues knew that my wife was a female actress, a hooligan, and a con artist who smokes and drinks, where would I put my face? It would inevitably affect my career prospects. Third, Yu Hongjiao claimed that her uterus was retroverted three times and she could not have children. As the saying goes, "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no descendants." Although I have several brothers and my family line is not dead, I still hope to have my own children and grandchildren! Fourth, the dark forces in the "Three No-Man's Land" are deeply entrenched. Whether a cash cow like Jiao Jiao can successfully marry a mediocre man like me is still uncertain. It could end in disaster, or even cost me my life in the "Three No-Man's Land." After much deliberation, I finally made up my mind. Regardless of what others called me—a womanizing rogue—or Jiao Jiao calling me an ungrateful, faithless, and heartless man—for my own benefit, I had to painfully part ways with her and say "goodbye."

With my decision made, the next task was to choose an appropriate time, use a tactful approach, and find a reasonable reason to confront her.

It had been over a month since I'd last been to the "Three No-Man's Land" on July 23, 1936—an unprecedentedly long time! Usually, I'd become impatient and rush to meet Jiao Jiao within ten days, at most half a month. But this time, the reason I hesitated was that this trip would mean confronting her. Firstly, my decision was entirely selfish, heartless, and ungrateful. Doing something so treacherous and unconscionable truly fills me with shame, making me unable to face her or speak of it! Secondly, if she heard this, she would surely throw a tantrum, berating me as an ungrateful, heartless, hypocritical, and fickle man, leaving me speechless! I couldn't

delay any longer. My graduation exams were over, the graduation ceremony was held, my family had found me a job and were urging me to start, and my belongings had been shipped back to my hometown. I initially wanted to ignore everything, remain silent, and cut off all contact, becoming complete strangers. But I felt that would be unfair to my beloved sister, who loved me, cherished me, and sacrificed her virginity for me. So, I took a bus to Tianjin yesterday morning.

I circled the city on the white-plated tram several times, still not figuring out how to start a conversation with her when we met. It wasn't until the conductor gave me several strange looks, probably thinking I was crazy and about to call the police, that I quickly got off. I then wandered around the Quanye Department Store in the French Concession for an hour, my stomach rumbling with hunger. Ah! Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws eventually. With a guilty conscience and trepidation, I finally made my way to Jiaojiao's place.

Jiaojiao was overjoyed to see me. She hugged me tightly as always, kissing me again and again, her smile beaming as she chattered on and on: "Why haven't you come in so long? You must have forgotten about your sister. Graduation exams must have been tough, how did they go? I made chicken soup three times to help you recover, but you still didn't come. Well, you've graduated, you're all grown up now, I'm so happy for you. How are things? Have you found a job yet?" "I'm going back to the South!"

The more excited and tender she became, the more uncomfortable I felt, and I could only reply coldly.

"Great! Now you can keep your promise!"

she said, seemingly overjoyed. "

Take me away from this filthy and depraved place called 'Three No-Man's Land'!" "But...but...do you think your gang leader, Master Yuan, will let this thorny rose leave so easily? Besides, your troupe leader, your henchmen, you're their cash cow, their golden rice bowl. Do you think they'll let you go?" "I don't care anymore. Whether they let us go or not, we'll go. We can escape and go south to live in anonymity. Your family is quite wealthy in the south; surely they can support the two of us?" "But what if my family doesn't recognize you and won't let you in?" "

That's alright too. We'll elope like Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun! We'll find a secluded mountain forest, live a simple life of fishing, woodcutting, farming, and studying—that wouldn't be bad!" Her thoughts were incredibly innocent and endearing.

"What if Master Yuan sends thugs to capture you?" "

That would be even more romantic! We could actually stage a tragedy of two people dying for love!" It seems she hasn't grasped my purpose for coming, still indulging in a beautiful fantasy and a nonsensical scenario: "They captured me, beat me severely, leaving me covered in bruises and barely alive. Finally, they decided to execute me the next day!" Her mind seemed to have drifted into theatrical fantasies again: "

They stripped me naked, tied me to a big tree, and were going to cut off my breasts, gouge out my genitals, and even disembowel me, taking out my heart and internal organs. A crowd stood around watching, laughing at me, mocking me, pointing and admiring my naked body. I trembled with fear, constantly crying out, 'Help!' Thinking to myself, 'Where are you, my dear brother? Come save me!'" "Normally, I would have already started a story with her, but what could I say in this situation?" Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued, "

You couldn't just stand by and watch your sister suffer! Just as the knife was about to pierce my chest, your brother appeared. You were holding a revolver, and with a series of shots, you killed those executioners. But more enemies surrounded us, and eventually you ran out of ammunition and were captured. What did they do with us then?" I still didn't speak, so she continued, talking to herself, "They tied us together face to face, mouth to mouth, my big breasts pressed against your chest..." "Your little brother is inside my little sister, just like this," she said, hugging me tightly, assuming a position where we were tied together face to face. "You little pervert, even on your deathbed, you still fucked me, fucked me until my bones were numb and my flesh was tingling. Ha, ha, hee, hee!" Amid her

loud "ha, ha" laughter, I thought to myself, "What a thoroughly lewd woman." Finally, when her laughter stopped, I mustered all my courage and said to her, "Sister Jiao, let's break up! We're not suitable for each other." "What nonsense are you talking about?"

she asked in surprise.

"Let's break up,"

I repeated, adding, "Because of my family and your social status, we can't be together right now. Rather than being separated and longing for each other, it's better to break up!" "What, you've taken my body, and now you're going to abandon me?"

I thought she would be furious and lash out at me, but instead, she just muttered a light curse before turning away and sobbing silently. We remained silent for a long time before I heard her say softly, with a hint of resentment: "I struggled bitterly in the filthy mire, searching high and low in the pitch-black darkness. All I hoped for was to find a kindred spirit who would pity me, love me, respect me, and help me, to rescue me from this abyss of suffering. Once I found him, I would give him my life, my body, my soul, and all my wealth, sharing joy and sorrow, even if it meant poverty, wandering the world, or imprisonment. But alas, I was blind, mistaking you for a heartless and unfaithful brother! Alas, I've seen through you." "There isn't a single good man in the world!" After a moment of silence, she continued, "Women like me, who act in obscene and murderous dramas and also engage in fraudulent activities, will not have a good end. Do you know how my master, Xiao Yanqiu, and my senior sister, Yu Honglian, died?" A look of sorrow, grief, sadness, and resentment appeared on her face as she spoke softly, "

That was ten years ago. We were performing in Baoding Prefecture, Hebei Province. At that time, the county magistrate, in order to create political achievements, demonstrate his integrity, and achieve his goal of promotion and wealth, launched a campaign to crack down on prostitution and organized crime, claiming to promote righteousness and rectify social customs. Overnight, the military and police mobilized and arrested hundreds of us actors, performers, and prostitutes, imprisoning us.

" To intimidate the public, it was decided to select a few "heinous" criminals

for public execution as a warning to others. My master, Xiao Yanqiu, was beautiful and a talented actress; her fame at the time far surpassed mine today!

Unfortunately, she was already forty years old that year, entering the ranks of those whose beauty had faded, making her the most suitable candidate in the eyes of those in power.

I was only twelve years old then, a child, and was also taken to the execution ground to be bound alongside her. I remember vividly that my master was stripped naked, wearing only a pair of red underwear, tied to a wooden stake, surrounded by piles of dry firewood and branches, and doused with kerosene.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, engulfing my master. Her shrill, tragic cries still echo in my ears. Her last words before death were a warning to us, her senior sisters. Girls: Find a man you can entrust your life to, and stop doing things that harm both yourself and others! But she never imagined that what she couldn't do in her life, how could we possibly do? At this point, she was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Wiping away her tears, she continued: Five years ago, right here in Tianjin, a female robber and murderer was executed. She was my senior sister, Yu Honglian. Sister Honglian was the top actress in our troupe back then; in terms of skill, looks, and character, she was ten times better than me. You see, although Master Yuan liked me, he didn't necessarily want to force himself on me. But my senior sister had Master Yuan completely infatuated with her, determined to take her as a concubine. This shows how exceptionally beautiful my senior sister was, but she was strong-willed and vowed to resist to the death. Once, we... When they went to the Yuan family mansion to perform, Third Master Yuan took the opportunity to harass Sister Honglian. She slapped him hard across the face. Sister Honglian, having practiced martial arts since childhood, was strong and powerful, and she beat the skinny, opium-addicted Third Master Yuan to a pulp. Third Master Yuan was furious and immediately ordered his servants to tie Sister Honglian up and send her to the Tianjin government office for trial. In less than three days, the government issued a notice falsely accusing Sister Honglian of robbery and murder, sentencing her to death. On the day of the execution, to intimidate us, we were also taken to the execution ground to witness the execution. The scene is still vivid in my mind: it was a sweltering summer day. Early in the morning, we were escorted by the military police to the execution ground, right by the railway in Xiaowangzhuang. We knelt there for over two hours under the scorching sun, sweating profusely, hungry and thirsty, our knees chafed and bleeding.

But what my sister endured... Her suffering was beyond description; she was being paraded through the streets under the scorching sun! It wasn't until midday that she was taken to the execution ground. I saw her stripped naked, her hands bound behind her back to a wooden post on a carriage, her fair and delicate skin covered in patches of wounds. As I approached, I noticed her large breasts were deformed; the nipple of her left breast had been bitten off, leaving teeth marks, and her right nipple had been cut open, still attached to the breast by a layer of skin, dangling back and forth on her body. Her mouth was stuffed with rags and cotton, supposedly because of her violent temper, to prevent her from cursing and shouting slogans in public. Her vagina and anus were also stuffed, supposedly to prevent her from losing control of her bladder and bowels during execution due to the fear. A long, deadly rod was inserted into the back of her head. Zhao Zi, swaying unsteadily. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes drooping listlessly, only showing a glimmer of light when she caught sight of us, her sisters. They forced my senior sister to kneel on the railway embankment, a policeman pointed a long gun at the back of her head, and with a loud "bang," her head exploded. I also lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, the military police and the crowd had dispersed, and our group was cleaning Honglian's body, surrounded by the sounds of weeping.

I looked closely; her skull had been blown off, her once beautiful face was gone, and red blood and white brain matter were splattered everywhere. By now, Jiao Jiao was a tearful mess. She went into the bathroom, wiped her face, dressed herself up a bit, and returned to my side, staring at me with wide eyes... Looking at me, she said, "You only see how arrogant and smug I am every day, with everyone fawning over me and treating me like a god. But

you have no idea how hard and difficult my life is! I'm not as weak as my master, nor as fierce as my senior sister. I use a smooth, tactful, and diplomatic approach to navigate the complexities of various evil forces to barely maintain my integrity and the livelihood of the hundred-plus people in the troupe. Do you think it's easy for me?" She then burst into tears again, "I know this situation won't last. Once my skills decline, I'll be abandoned like my master. If I accidentally offend someone powerful, I'll be framed like my senior sister and end up dead without a proper burial! How I long to leave this place of trouble! Can you bear to watch me, like the characters I play, be sent to the execution ground by those villains and die a violent death?" Hearing her

plaintive, tearful, and resentful words, my heart was deeply shaken. I hesitated repeatedly, unable to make a decision. Abandoning her was unbearable; taking her away was currently beyond my means. I was truly caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Gradually, her emotions calmed down a bit. She got up and made a phone call, pretending to be sick and returning to her evening filming. She also ordered a large lunch from the restaurant, including dinner. We barely spoke throughout the afternoon and evening, each curled up on our own sofa. I, unable to make up my mind, could only sigh repeatedly. She, on the other hand, smoked one cigarette after another, using the swirling smoke in the room to dispel her sorrow. Darkness fell, and the night deepened, yet we remained sitting in silence.

Suddenly, she got up and turned on the light, filling the room with a dim, yellowish light. She came to me and said, "I've thought it through. You're right. Leaving the 'no-man's-land' is indeed a great risk; it could bring us trouble and danger." Furthermore, I don't want to disrupt your family's harmony, nor can I let my bad reputation affect your future. Go, leave at daybreak!

Hearing her words, a feeling of guilt welled up within me, my face flushed slightly, and whether it was intentional or a sudden pang of conscience, I blurted out without thinking, "Sister Jiao, I'll take you! Let's go together, away from this 'no-man's-land'!"

"No!"

she said resolutely, "

I won't go with you. I don't want to become a second 'Du Shiniang'!" After saying that

, she tossed me a towel, closed her bedroom door, and went to sleep.

That night, I slept on the same sofa I had slept on a year ago, but I lay awake, reminiscing about the past. From time to time, I could hear Jiao Jiao's soft sighs and sobs. I could clearly feel her inner conflict and longing, but even more so, her pain and despair.

The next day, I opened my eyes to bright daylight. Jiao Jiao had already prepared breakfast. Sitting opposite me in the dining room, I stole a glance and saw that her face was sallow, her appearance haggard, her eyes dark-circled, and tear tracks still lingering in the corners of her eyes—she had clearly not slept all night. After a hasty breakfast and a short rest, Jiao Jiao simply said, "You should go!"

and pushed me out the door, closing it behind her. I stood outside for a long time, reluctant to leave. But then I heard faint, mournful singing coming from inside. I recognized it clearly—it was Jiao Jiao singing "Du Shiniang."

The excerpt reads: "After midnight, when the moon is dark and the stars are few, the earth is truly desolate and the sky is filled with sorrow. I remember how we swore oaths in the courtyard, promising to be together forever! Now, even husband and wife cannot stay together for long; who knew that love would turn into hatred?"

"It's all my fault; one wrong step leads to eternal regret. I only saw her appearance and admired her writing, without considering her virtue or judging her heart. I was blind and misjudged her, thus marrying this unrighteous villain."

After returning to the south, Professor Hu worked as a supplement editor for a newspaper in Hangzhou, also working as a literary reporter due to his love of drama. Through several years of hard work, he gained a little fame. He had written several letters to Yu Hongjiao, but they all sank without a trace. Two of his friends worked in Tianjin: Zhang Chaogang had a job at the Tianjin police station, and Wang Shirong was a reporter at a small newspaper in Tianjin.

He maintained regular contact with them, learning about

the changes in the "Three No-Man's Land" and gaining some understanding of Yu Hongjiao's situation. The following year, the July 7th

Incident occurred at Lugou Bridge, the Japanese occupied Beijing and Tianjin, and Master Yuan became a traitor, thus extending Japanese influence into the "Three No-Man's Land."

The impoverished artists there, under the dual oppression of imperialism and feudalism, were plunged into misery. Soon after, other provinces in southern China fell to the Japanese. Due to the lack of freedom of news and speech, Professor Hu knew little about the situation in the "Three No-Man's Land." As he married and had children, his longing for Hongjiao gradually faded with time.

[The End]

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