The Fall of the Small Town【End】

I needed to go to another province on some business, and the train ticket I had asked someone to buy was for a 2:30 PM departure. I packed my luggage early and boarded the No. 102 trolleybus at 1:30 PM to the train station.

Since it was midday, the trolleybus wasn't crowded, and I managed to get the last empty seat. To my left were a man and a woman. The man was of average appearance, but very well-dressed—a suit and tie, his shoes gleaming, and a black handbag tucked under his right arm. The woman was also quite ordinary, but different from ordinary women. Why different? Because she was always very loud and her laughter was quite noticeable. The woman turned around and started talking to the man sitting behind her. The man said, "I'm not bragging, but it's really good work where we live. You can make at least 1200 or 1800 a day." The woman said, "Really? Hmm, I'll have to think about it." The man said, "You still need to think about it? If it weren't for our good relationship, I wouldn't have asked you. Many people want to go but can't." The woman laughed and asked, "Really?" The man said, "Is that even a question?" He laughed too.

The angle was good; I saw the woman's underwear, but I felt nothing special. After all, I'm old; ordinary senses no longer excite me much.

Just then, the tram arrived at a stop, and two old men got on. They walked from the front door to my side, right between me and the man and woman. When I saw them, I quickly turned my face to the window. I wanted to offer them my seat, but I felt a little embarrassed. I glanced back; no one offered them a seat. I wanted to stand up but didn't dare, afraid of being laughed at. I'm really afraid of being stared at, even with admiring glances, which would make me ashamed.

What's wrong with me? Have I fallen? I don't know.

The man on the tram said, "A couple of days ago, Nan Bangguo and I went to Yunshui Pavilion. It cost over two thousand.

" The woman asked, "Was that place fun?" The man said, "So-so. We just went swimming, took baths, ate, and had some fun." The woman laughed loudly after hearing this, and then said, "Hey, you men are all the same. Why don't I work there? At least you can take care of me." The man's eyes narrowed, focusing on the woman's face and chest, and he said, "Great! That's exactly what I wanted! If you come, I'll definitely take care of you.

" The woman casually put her hand on the man's shoulder and said, "Tell me the truth, how much do people who work there earn at least a day?" The man said, "At least eight hundred. We make two hundred and sixty an hour. After deducting the hotel's sixty commission, the rest is all yours. We're a big place; everyone we meet is rich. If you make them happy, they might just give you three or five thousand." The woman said "Oh" with interest. The man continued, "Besides, once you come to our place, I'll take care of you, guaranteeing you'll stay up at least four or five hours a night." The woman giggled, her narrow almond-shaped eyes brimming with affection, her slender legs swaying affectedly, as if displaying her unique charm.

The tram ride was quite long, about 20 minutes. Watching the two old men get off two stops before the train station, I wondered why I hadn't offered them my seat. It was as if I had changed; I was no longer myself, no longer the compassionate person I once was. I didn't understand why I had secretly listened so intently to the pimp and prostitute's conversation, and why I hadn't felt any disgust afterward. Where had my sense of justice gone? Was I really starting to fall into depravity?

I never wanted to fall into depravity, so I ignored physical pleasure, ignored the value of money, only enjoying the deliberate pursuit of spiritual enjoyment, preferring a simple life in an ordinary world.

The tram finally arrived at its final stop, the train station. I got off right behind the man and woman, so I could still hear their loud conversation clearly. The man said, "It's still early, why don't we go have some fun?"

The woman asked, "Where to?" The man countered, "Where do you think we should go?" The woman laughed. The laughter was harsh, but to me it sounded alluring. They suddenly became very close, the man putting his arm around the woman's waist. They headed towards the post office hotel south of the station square, while I continued on, intending to walk towards the train station. But looking at my watch, it wasn't even two o'clock yet, so I changed my plans and went to the opposite side of the station square. There were many people there; from afar I could see many street vendors and customers. There were many sellers, but even more people browsing and buying. I joined them, first going to a small bookstall, squatting down with some people. I was truly surprised; it was full of pornographic and superstitious books, such as "100 Questions on Palmistry," "Feng Shui and Bagua," "I Ching Fortune Telling," "One Night of Passion," and "Naked Desire," etc.

I had originally thought these books were sold secretly, but I hadn't expected them to be sold openly, especially in the newly renovated station square of Taiyuan. I wasn't really interested in these books, so I got up and wandered off elsewhere. After walking around, I realized this place was a microcosm of the old society's underworld. Aside from a newspaper stand, everything else was illegal and unhealthy, including the newspaper stand itself, which also displayed pirated pornographic tabloids. I thought how great it would be if I were a criminal; I could find so many tools for crime here. For example, if I were a pervert, I could buy "Temptation Without Compromise," "One Pill to Love," "A Woman's Second Spring," etc., from the sex drug stand; if I were a conman, I could buy cheap, high-quality fake antiques from the antique stand—a beautifully crafted Ming Dynasty jade bowl for just over 100 yuan; if I were a thief, I could buy a master key. If you're just an ordinary person who doesn't want to commit crimes or fall into depravity, and just wants something practical, don't worry, this place can also meet your needs. Energy-saving devices, super glass cutters, multi-purpose paintbrushes, etc., you can buy them all, but I don't know if the effects are as the slovenly-dressed shopkeepers claim—that they're the latest national patents, saving money for personal use and making a fortune by buying in bulk.

The most interesting thing was seeing two people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau, each with a computer in front of them, seemingly working.

I don't know if the street vendors pay management fees, because I didn't see them, and I didn't want to think about it. I was just thinking about how I could have fallen into such a state. Since I was going to fall into this state, I felt I should start with the most basic principles and change my morals. I bought two books: one was "The Face of the Buddha," which teaches you how to predict someone's future from their facial features, and the other was "The Lover's Night," a book of purely sexual descriptions. I put the books in my plastic bag, next to the "Novel Appreciation" book I was currently reading, intending to start studying on the train—studying how to fall into this state.

Far from the station, a policeman in the station square stopped me. I couldn't help but feel a little panicked, thinking: Had he discovered I bought the books? He asked for my ID. I heard his accent; he was from Taiyuan. After handing him my ID, I deliberately tried to strike up a conversation with him in the Taiyuan dialect. He ignored me, focusing instead on carefully checking my ID on a computer next to him to see if I was a wanted criminal. After a flurry of activity, he returned my ID, politely thanked me, and continued his work. I could see his burning passion for his job in his resolute, dark face, but I didn't dare think too much about it and hurriedly left, afraid he would check my luggage.

The train sounded a long whistle precisely at 2:30, slowly moving forward, soon picking up speed.

I was originally in seat 31 of carriage 10, but seeing a beautiful woman sitting there, I naturally sat in an empty seat opposite me. Just as I sat down, a man next to me, speaking in a Henan accent, said, "This seat is taken!" He gestured for me to get up, while simultaneously squeezing closer to me. Left with no other option, I said to the woman, "Could you please go back to your seat? This seat is mine."

The woman didn't reply, but stood up irritably and sat down next to the man from Henan. I sat back in my seat, but I was filled with hostility towards the man opposite me. My eyes were filled with resentment, and for no reason at all, I hated him.

The train had been traveling for almost an hour when the man from Henan suddenly hugged the girl next to him, and the two began to talk intimately. I then realized they were a couple. After a while, the man from Henan took a V998 phone from his crisp suit jacket, fiddled with it for a bit, then put it back. He then took out another phone from his jacket and played with it for a short while before pulling out yet another. He wore a smug expression, finally showing off his wealth—three phones. I felt like vomiting because his ostentatious demeanor disgusted me; he clearly gave me the impression of a phone dealer. He put the phones away, then, still holding the girl, said, "By the way, when we get to Henan, I'll find two thugs to take you to the Shaolin Temple." Seeing the girl remain silent, he emphasized, "They're thugs; they won't charge for food, lodging, or transportation at the Shaolin Temple." I felt he was a conman to begin with, and now he seemed even more so. After hearing his words, I thought he might have originally been a scoundrel, and indeed, he was. Then, without batting an eye or skipping a beat, he began to caress the girl intimately, kissing and groping her. His lecherous nature was on full display. Most of the passengers on the train were well-behaved; many turned away, knowing it was the perfect time to observe impropriety.

However, this erotic scene had already aroused me, making me hard.

The air in the carriage was already stuffy due to the large number of people. Just as I was engrossed in watching, a stronger, more pungent stench suddenly burst forth, interrupting my view. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the old man from Henan who had taken off his shoes, exposing his two stinky feet to the air. His feet seemed to be emitting a pungent, toxic odor, like hydrogen hydride. I couldn't bear it, my eyes flashing with a sharp, piercing gaze as he stared back. Tension rose, and the air became tense. Damn it, such a nice girl, how could she be bothered by such stinky feet? There are all sorts of birds in a big forest…sigh.

In the end, I was still too weak. Looking at my emaciated body, I had no choice but to flee. Carrying my meager belongings, I headed to other carriages to find a place to rest. I found a quiet spot in carriage fifteen, occupied a bench by myself, and half-reclined on it. Ha, sometimes a fall isn't necessarily a bad thing. Now that I'm up, I have a better seat, right? The thought was good, but I still hated that guy from Henan. In a fit of pique, I bought a small bottle of Jin Quan Chun baijiu. After taking a sip, I realized what genuine fake liquor was. That liquor was simply made by diluting alcohol with water. I silently prayed that it wasn't industrial alcohol. Then I remembered why the woman selling the liquor had rushed away after selling it; it looked like she was running, running away. Sigh, I really don't know why there are these petty vendors on the train.

I decided to record everything that happened, so I borrowed a pen from a train attendant.

The train attendant smiled and lent me a ballpoint pen, which suddenly made me want to cry. Maybe it was because I had finally met the first kind person I'd met since boarding the train, or maybe I was moved by his kindness. Who knows? I'd already finished my drink, and I felt like I was on fire, as if I were some kind of Disney dragon that would breathe fire that could melt everything if I opened my mouth.

Leaning against the window, I wanted to write something, but my mind was completely blank. I could only gaze at the dark night outside, searching for inspiration. A train came hurtling towards me from the opposite direction, like a long snake, yet also like a long dragon. It shattered the last bit of strength I had left. I slumped onto the bench like a lump of mud. Finally, I decided to read. I first flipped through a few pages of a fortune-telling book called "The Face of the Buddha," but I've always felt I had no future, so it didn't interest me. Then I took out the erotic novel "The Lover's Night," and after reading just the first page, I was hooked. It was all so explicit, page after page of depravity, section after section of temptation; it actually resembled a sexology research series. After several hours, I finally finished it. Strangely, I usually forget almost everything I read, but today this book is vividly etched in my memory; I can even recite many of the smallest details. It seems I was born a seed of depravity. The reason I hadn't fallen into depravity before was probably because I wasn't used to the environment. Now, away from home, alone, the environment is standard and suitable. I feel I've taken a crucial step towards my own depravity. Depravity

is a very popular activity in today's society. A few nosy people at work often drag me to karaoke bars and to solicit prostitutes.

I want sunshine, I want clarity. The murky night is precious, indolence and indulgence. Worries dissipate, hesitation vanishes. Go with the flow, seek the waves. The waves are calm and undisturbed, like ghosts, seducing me, teasing me. Let depravity begin now, let me drift with the tide now, let me be consumed by sorrow now. I think I still have time, because I'm not old yet, so I'm not exactly a stubborn old man.

I got off the train around 1 a.m., went to a small hotel, booked a cheap room, and was dragged to bed exhausted without even washing my feet. This place was a five-person room, so the price was six yuan a night, very cheap, perfect for my budget. But I was enjoying high-class treatment because it wasn't peak tourist season or a holiday; I was all alone in the huge place. That's called getting a big enjoyment for a small price. I took off my clothes, leaving only my thermal underwear on. But before my eyes were even closed, I heard a rapid knocking on the door. I thought maybe another guest was checking in, so I lazily got up, opened the door, and saw a heavily made-up, powdered young woman looking at me with flirtatious eyes. Good heavens, how could I have such a romantic encounter? I'd only read similar stories in the newspapers before, I never thought it would happen to me today.

Her price was very cheap, only one hundred yuan a night.

"No, no, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

The woman didn't ask me to leave; instead, she said, "Boss, play for a while, okay?" She then lifted her skirt. There was nothing under the skirt, only black pubic hair, glistening and reflecting the beautiful light.

Seeing my lack of reaction and impatience, she resorted to her ultimate move, spreading her legs wide to expose her vagina to me. She slowly rubbed her clitoris with her fingers.

Seeing how uninteresting she was, I stood up and went over, pulling her away, saying, "Really, no, I'm so sleepy."

While being pulled away, she reached into my crotch, touched it, and chuckled, saying with a smug look, "Oh dear, it's all big! And you say you're sleepy? You'll sleep better if you have some fun." She then rubbed my penis back and forth under her pants.

Wow, this woman is really something! She dares to do this?

Sigh, I was tempted by her words and stopped.

Knowing there was a chance, she quickly asked, "Boss, want to come?" "As she spoke, she grabbed my hand and pressed it against her vagina.

My hand immediately felt something furry, and a cool sensation in the center of her pubic hair. I knew that was her juices.

My fingers went in, and it felt quite tight. I didn't know when she had unzipped her pants, and she was already playing with my penis in her hand.

Seeing that the door was still open and she was like this, I quickly pulled her small hand away from my penis, closed the door, and asked, 'Can you give me a discount? 50 for one round.'

'Boss, you still care about 50? Looking at your clothes, you don't seem to be short of money, yet you dare to haggle...'

I interrupted her, 'Stop arguing, 50 is fine, 100 is fine.'

She seemed really afraid of losing my business, so she hurriedly said, 'How about this? 100 and I'll stay with you for the night.'" "

100 for the night? That's cheap." I was tempted. Without answering, I went to the bed and started taking off my clothes.

There was a soft rustling of clothes against skin as we lay naked together. We rolled onto the bed, and I grabbed her and began to kiss and bite her breasts, while I held her anus with both hands and inserted three fingers of my right hand into her vagina, pulling them in and out.

"Oh, no...stop...fuck me..." The woman's hand pulled my penis to her vulva. Dazed and impulsive, I thrust in without a condom, feeling my penis being gripped tightly by her vagina, which felt incredibly good. So, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, half-squatting on the bed, and thrust the head of my penis into her vagina from below. This position, with my weight and the downward pull of my waist, was very powerful. Soon, the woman started moaning and groaning. Afraid she'd be heard by the other rooms, I kissed her lips and continued thrusting until I ejaculated. Only then did I release her mouth, panting heavily, sweat dripping onto her breasts.

For six whole hours in the darkness, I was like a clown, jumping and darting about, making a complete fool of myself. After three rounds, I couldn't go on anymore.

In the morning, with red eyes and dark circles, I walked out of the hotel, hunched over, like a little mouse, anxiously completing my business. All day long, the sky was shrouded in a pervasive fog, and I couldn't find the sunlight I longed for.

Only then did I realize how terrifying it was to lose myself, to live without sunshine. To succumb to depravity was something I could never do; it was too difficult, too convoluted, too shamefully unbelievable. Even after boarding a bus back home, I couldn't find peace. I opened a copy of "Fiction Appreciation" that I'd brought from home, hoping to find my former self within its pages, to rediscover what I had lost.

I—want to regain the sunlight—as desperately as a fish yearns for water.

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