Women who work as general laborers

Mei was the first woman I met while working as a factory worker. She was as cold as ice and as aloof as water. That was the unanimous
assessment of her by her colleagues. Her name was truly fitting, as proud and solitary as a winter plum blossom. That was during my fourth year of university, my internship.
Those of us born in the 80s know that back then, universities across the country were four-year programs, with at least three and a half years required
for internships. Unlike now, where students are practically empty after two years. My classmates all found internships in nearby Beijing,
some through school recommendations. Everyone quickly found their place. I don't know what possessed me at the time
, but I was determined to go south. Perhaps I had read too many reports about the south and wanted to see for myself.

I took my travel expenses and, ignoring the advice of my teachers and classmates, stubbornly went to Zhuhai (why Zhuhai and not
other southern cities? Maybe because many people from my village lived there). At that time, Macau had only been back in China for a few years,
and Zhuhai, being geographically close, benefited greatly from Macau's prosperity and developed exceptionally well. Moreover, Zhuhai was a special economic zone at the time
, and even entering and leaving Zhuhai required armed police to check identification. Because I had contacted a few
fellow villagers , they were working as bricklayers on the construction site. I lived on the site with them and ate with them.
The foreman was also from our area and didn't say anything. So, I slept on the construction site at night and went to the job market during the day
to look for work. When I first arrived, my fellow villagers said, "You'll find a job easily; you're the most educated person in our area."
Yes, I thought so too. I still remember when I was admitted to university, the villagers came to give me gifts, and
their flattering words echoed in my ears: "You're the highest-scoring student from our village since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and
you'll get the highest score. Don't forget your fellow villagers when you return in glory!" Seeing my parents' proud expressions, I felt very flattered.
So, I went to the job market full of confidence.

When I got there, I was dumbfounded. There were so many people! My thin frame couldn't even squeeze in. Back then, the internet
wasn't as developed as it is now. You could find a job online and do it without leaving home. But the internet speed was slow, and there
was very little online information. The job market was practically the only other option. Hundreds of people were lined up in front of even the slightly better jobs, three or
four deep. I couldn't get close at all. By the time the lines thinned out, the employers had already filled their positions. And if I missed
my turn, I had to wait two days. Job fairs aren't held every day; they're usually on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. After squeezing through the crowd for ages,
I hadn't even handed in a single resume, and I was extremely frustrated.

The second time, I arrived at the job fair entrance early in the morning, only to find that everyone else was thinking the same thing.
Despite this I managed to squeeze into a spot. Just when I thought that as a graduate from a top Beijing university, finding a job would
be a piece of cake, I realized how far my ideals were from reality! I had no work experience, no social experience, and my graduation certificate
wouldn't be available until September after I finished my thesis—and I didn't have it yet. All I had left was a mouth, and even that wasn't very effective. Faced with the interviewer's
questions , I stammered and gave terrible answers. Hearing the slight jeers from the people behind me, I
blushed and ran out of the crowd.

Zhuhai's streets are exceptionally beautiful. The shops are all located behind greenbelts, which aren't like those in Beijing, with
fences and barbed wire blocking them off, making it seem like the sky would fall if you entered. If greenery is only for viewing,
and people can't truly benefit from it, isn't that just self-deception and empty promises? Zhuhai's greenery never restricts people.
Everyone can freely enter and exit the greenbelts, which even have benches and other amenities, just like a park. It truly is a city that is
a park , a park everywhere. Zhuhai has truly achieved this. Some people ask, what if the lawns get trampled? Humans
aren't elephants, and grass isn't paper. Damage is inevitable, but it won't happen that quickly. Just because you're afraid of soiling
the toilet doesn't mean you shouldn't use it. Should you use the living room then? If the grass is trampled, just replant it.
Then corrupt officials jump out and say: "We don't have the money!"

Yes, they have tens of millions of yuan to spend on lavish meals, money to keep three, four, seven, or eight mistresses,
money to travel to the ends of the earth, but no money for city construction. After running away from the job market, I lay on the grass in the green belt.
Looking at the blue sky,
I realized I hadn't seen blue skies and white clouds in all my years in Beijing; the sky was always gray, like someone wearing a mask, just like the people of that city. I thought carefully about my current situation. Although I graduated from a prestigious university, I had no diploma
and no work experience—I was practically useless. Even if I were an employer, no company would hire me. I didn't want to
go back like this, I didn't want to disappoint my fellow villagers. Watching the white clouds drift by, changing shapes—sometimes like elephants
, sometimes like dogs—I suddenly thought of a saying: "Heaven never seals off all paths; a tree dies, but a person thrives." I
heard that companies in the human resources center didn't require experience for general labor, and a junior high school education was sufficient. At
first I was arrogant and unwilling to work as a general laborer alongside those almost illiterate people. Looking back, it's laughable.
For someone who could barely afford food, what did face matter?

I hurriedly took a bus to the Xiangzhou Human Resources Center. By the time I arrived, the job market was already over
. Unwilling to give up, I continued searching through each booth. The employers had all left. I had
searched every single booth. I was thinking of going back the next day when, in a fleeting moment, I noticed
a small door next to the stairs. I approached and saw a sign: "Zhuhai Multilayer Circuit Board Company is Hiring General Workers." I
peeked and saw there was still one person. I went in and asked if they were still hiring.

The man didn't even look up: "Sorry, we've already hired enough." My heart sank. Yes
, it was already noon, and that man had such a thick stack of resumes, while the job posting said they were only hiring 20 general workers. He
probably would have left long ago if he hadn't been organizing resumes. I should have left then. But I don't know where I
got the courage : I was late because of something, all the other employers had left, only your company was still there. This is
an opportunity that God has given me, and you're going to refuse it? The person looked up at me in surprise after hearing what I said.

I looked back at him resolutely. I don't know if he was stunned by my words or moved by my persistence. "Okay,
fill out a resume." I took a blank resume. I filled in "high school education." Firstly, I didn't have a diploma yet,
and secondly, I was afraid that if I wrote too high an education level for a general worker, they would think I wouldn't stay long and wouldn't hire me. After filling it out,
I said thank you and left. I felt much more at ease once I was outside. Although I might not be notified of a second interview, at least
there was hope.

Things went relatively smoothly. In the afternoon, I received a notification to go to the Lanpu headquarters for a written test the next morning.
When I arrived at the company gate the next day, although I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked. There were over two hundred people, but only 20 were being recruited
! The elimination rate was almost as high as the ancient imperial examinations. They were quickly led into the cafeteria, where the proctor was still...
That day, the HR center had me fill out my resume. Everyone took a test first, then waited in the office afterward, not wandering around,
until further notice. The test lasted 30 minutes. The proctor handed out the test papers after saying that. I was stunned when I saw the paper;
it was full of incredibly simple questions, anyone who'd finished junior high could do them. However, the content was quite varied, including math,
language arts, and geography… The last question was: If this company hires you, what are your plans for your future work
? I finished the test in less than ten minutes. Then I was the first to hand in my paper and leave, leaving the other interviewees
speechless; they hadn't even finished the first question. Seeing some of the other interviewees
scratching their heads over such simple questions was almost laughable. The interviewer also took the paper and was amazed by my speed.

After waiting outside for ages, the people inside finally came out. Then we were told to go out and have some free time, and
meet at the company gate at 1:30 PM. Almost everyone else was in groups; it seemed like I was the only one alone, not
knowing . Walking along the road next to the company, I noticed many of the company's long-time employees came from a village behind it; they probably all
rented houses in that urban village. Since I had plenty of time, I decided to go check out the village. Maybe if I
got the job, I'd live there too. The village wasn't very big, just one main street and two alleys.
The buildings were all rows of residential houses. I wandered around the street, bored. Though small, it had everything you needed; everything was available,
so I had no worries about food, lodging, or entertainment. Soon I reached the end of the main street. Thinking that rents must be more expensive there because of the many businesses,
I turned into the alley behind it. Just as I entered the alley, an electric scooter came towards me. Although I reacted quickly, my foot was
still was about to retaliate, I saw a girl turn around on the scooter. Long, flowing hair,
and although her face showed surprise, her beauty was undeniable. Even though she was also wearing the factory uniform of the multi-layer circuit board company,
she was still strikingly beautiful.

Having studied in Beijing for several years, I've seen plenty of beautiful women in the capital, but I
was still stunned by the beauty before me. I almost forgot the pain. The beauty stared at me, dumbfounded. Her face
flushed: "Excuse me, are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Realizing my lapse in composure, I looked back at my foot. Apart from a slight
ache, I had no problem. I said: "Luckily you're slim, otherwise my foot would be ruined..." My subtle
flattery indeed made the beauty smile. But... I continued. The beauty's face paled, thinking she had hurt
something else . "Your scream really startled me..." she chuckled. "Well,
are you alright? I'm going to work now, it's time to change shifts," the beauty said. "Hmm, I hope you get hired," I
muttered to myself , not knowing if the beauty heard me, and then we walked in opposite directions.

At 1:30 sharp, I arrived at the company gate to gather. After a while, the proctor came out: "Everyone, thank
you for coming to our company for the interview, but the company has a limited number of openings." Those whose names I called out

, please stay for the second round of interviews. Those whose names weren't called, please look elsewhere, sorry. Li Wei, Zhang Jun… I called out about 60 names in total
, and I was naturally among them. The others left dejectedly. Then they took us to the cafeteria. Three people
came down , all dressed in sharp suits. The interviewers told us that one was the company's vice president, and the other two were
the HR manager and the production manager. It seems the company takes this recruitment very seriously. All the relevant senior executives were present. The
three leaders sat in the first row, some distance from us. The interviewers respectfully attached everyone's resume and
test paper together and handed them in. The second round of interviews officially began. Unexpectedly, my name was called first.

I was caught off guard and was still thinking about how to respond. I was quite nervous when I stood up,
seeing the other interviewers staring at me. I thought, "How can a graduate from a prestigious Beijing university like me be outcompeted by these
middle school students ?

" Thinking this, I calmed down considerably. After sitting down and giving a brief self-introduction, each person asked
me a question. The HR manager's question was the most vexing: "Do you have a girlfriend?" I could only answer truthfully,
"No. "

Then he asked, "If your girlfriend works at our competitor's company in the future, will you tell her about
our company?" "No!" I answered without hesitation. Why? This manager was determined to humiliate
me. Because she's my girlfriend, not my secretary! The manager smiled faintly
and let drop. Finally, the vice president asked me: "Your test paper was the best of everyone's, and your handwriting was the best too.

You only have a high school diploma?" I calmly looked into the vice president's eyes. I originally wanted to say that I was doing an undergraduate internship and only got
my diploma September. But then I thought that business people are unpredictable, and honesty might not be appreciated. But I
didn't want to lie, so I answered the opposite: "I only have a high school diploma." The vice president nodded.
Leaving the cafeteria, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder this company is so big; even a regular worker's interview requires so
much attention from senior management. This made me even more eager to stay and experience the atmosphere of a large company. At the gate, the security guard told me
to come to the company gate at 9:00 AM on Saturday to see the final list of accepted candidates. I thanked him and left.

Saturday finally arrived, and my heart was pounding as I got in the car. When I arrived, I saw
a large crowd already gathered, all looking for their names. It felt like stepping back in time to
the . I squeezed through the crowd, and my name was first on the list. A weight lifted from my shoulders. I
glanced at the list; there were nearly 30 people. Below the list was a line that read: "The above individuals have been preliminarily accepted by
the company . Please gather at the company gate at 9:00 AM on Sunday for a medical examination. Please bring your own
medical examination fee, which will be reimbursed after formal acceptance." The implication was that these 30 people would be officially accepted as long as they were healthy. The medical examination process was quick,
and indeed, two people failed. In the end, 26 people were accepted.

On Sunday evening, I was notified by phone to gather at the cafeteria at 8:30 AM on Monday to be assigned to departments, complete onboarding procedures, and collect
work uniforms. I was required to bring two 1-inch photos and one copy of my ID card. On Monday morning, we completed our onboarding
procedures, were assigned to different departments, and received our work uniforms. The other 25 people were all assigned to other departments, some in groups of two or three,
some in groups of five or six. I was the only one assigned to the screen protector application department. In the afternoon, we each went with our department supervisors
to familiarize ourselves with the workshop. The person who showed me around was a man in his thirties wearing glasses. He seemed quite friendly.
The supervisor told me: "We all belong to the production department, which is managed by the production manager who interviewed me. Below that
, we are divided into more than twenty smaller departments based on the work processes, each with a supervisor. He is
the supervisor ."

Our department has about 30 people, working in three shifts. Except for overtime when there's some overlap, usually there are
about a dozen people per shift. Because we work with computer motherboards, the cleanliness requirements are very high, so we have to wear cleanroom
suits and caps while working. It's basically a white garment over the factory uniform. After changing in the changing room, I arrived at
the workshop , wandering around for ages before finally finding
it. There was a small room in the middle of the large workshop, and I felt I definitely wouldn't be able to find it alone. As soon as I entered the workshop, the supervisor stopped the other colleagues and asked me to introduce myself. My eyes scanned
all the colleagues, and then I spotted her. Although the large white cap hid her beautiful, shiny black hair, and
the oversized cleanroom suit concealed her graceful figure, her captivating beauty still
set her apart from ordinary women. There were about a dozen people, half men and half women. I was already quite familiar with self-introductions, and after I finished,
the supervisor asked the others to introduce themselves. I didn't remember the others, but I remembered her name: Li Mei. The supervisor assigned
me a mentor to learn from,

and then left. Everyone was busy with their own things. I followed my mentor to the equipment. "Do you
know anyone in the company?" That was his first question. "No, I'm all alone, to be honest." "Impossible.
How could you be assigned to this department if you don't know anyone? The production department has 27 sub-departments, and this one is the most relaxed,
plus the supervisor is kind." My mentor seemed unconvinced. "I'm the first person to come to Zhuhai, and I've only been here a few days.
How could I possibly know anyone in this company? Getting into this company was just a coincidence." I explained further. "Oh,
I see. You were just lucky." My mentor seemed to finally believe me. Then he started talking to me about the department.

He said that this department was not only relaxed, but also had many girls, while other departments were mostly men. Only our department
had more girls. Then he nodded and said, "Did you see that girl? The mentor was talking about Mei."
Then he lowered his voice and said, "Damn, always acting all high and mighty, playing the prim and proper. Just because she went to university, she acts like
a saint ."

"It's just a..." He suddenly stopped, then cautiously interrupted, "What's your educational background?" "I
don't have any education, just a high school diploma," I could only say to dispel his doubts. The mentor then loosened up, saying, "Damn,
a lousy college graduate, what's so great about her? She still works with us." He became increasingly agitated.

I quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Mentor, did she offend you?" "Oh my god, don't even mention it! I once wrote her
a love letter, and she tore it up right in front of me without even looking at it, throwing it in the trash. My
colleagues laughed at me for half a year. It gave me a phobia of pursuing girls, and I'm still single!" the mentor
said indignantly.

I almost burst out laughing. Then I asked, "Which colleague is she close to? Could you find someone
to play matchmaker?" I deliberately offered advice, but actually just wanted to hear more about Mei. "Damn,
don't even mention it! It makes me angry just thinking about her. She acts all high and mighty, like no one is good enough for her." She's always been a loner.

Everyone else chats in small groups at work, but she rarely speaks. She's been here almost a year, and I haven't seen her have
a single friend; she barely acknowledges her female colleagues. After my supervisor finished his tirade, she looked much
better . I turned to look, and sure enough, Mei was quietly working alone. The other colleagues
were working in groups of two or three, chatting as they worked. "Cold as ice, proud as a plum blossom, pure as snow, holy as a lotus." I
said softly.

"What did you say?" my supervisor asked, hearing my muttering. My supervisor's affection had turned to resentment, so I naturally didn't dare let him know
my praise of Mei. "It's nothing, I just meant, she's quite ordinary-looking." I thought that by
belittling Mei, I would receive praise, but instead, my supervisor said, "You're wrong about that. I've seen many beautiful women, but
I've never seen another like Li Mei, with such a perfect combination of looks, figure, and temperament." At this point, I had a
basic understanding of Mei. I changed the subject and started learning work skills from my supervisor. Two hours before I finished work,
I had mastered the workflow and skills required for my future job. My mentor looked at me with disbelief and said, "
It took me a week to become proficient at these things, and you got it done in just a few hours. You have potential, you have potential."

Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was destiny, but I happened to bump into Mei during my interview. Then, by sheer coincidence,
I was assigned to her department, and even worked the same shifts. For a month, from the morning shift to the afternoon shift to the night shift, I
spent every day with Mei. Although we didn't exchange a single word, we were always close to each other. A small incident
happened that brought us closer. That night, my mentor went to the restroom (everyone knows that
when there's no supervisor on the night shift, they sometimes disappear, saying they're going to the restroom). The supervisors weren't around either. Another department brought in a piece of
equipment that they needed to use immediately. My mentor had been responsible for assembling this equipment before, and now that he wasn't there, the colleague who needed
it was very anxious. I took a look and saw an assembly manual, but it was entirely in English. I followed
the instructions step by step and actually succeeded. My colleague, though he didn't know how to assemble it, knew how to use it, so he
tried it and it worked perfectly. A while later, my mentor returned, and my colleague complained that he'd been gone too long and almost caused a problem;
thankfully, he'd taught his apprentice. My mentor was surprised, saying he hadn't taught me that. Then he asked how I knew how to do it,
and I said the instructions explained it clearly. I followed them. My mentor picked up the instructions,
mouth and asked, "You know English?" Because he always thought I was uneducated, he was so surprised that his voice became very loud.

My colleagues all stared at me. I smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything. (After all, I have a CET-4 certificate;
this kind of simple English is easy). Among the many gazes, I saw Mei's strange look. As soon as she saw me looking at her,
she immediately turned back to her work, reverting to her indifferent attitude. From then on, everyone in the department knew I could speak
English . Many people frequently asked me how to translate this or that, and several female colleagues said they were going to take a self-study associate
's degree, which included English, and tirelessly asked me how to learn it.

After getting paid, I moved to the village behind the company. One night, I was working the night shift. I went downstairs to work, and
there was a key card access on the first floor. I saw Mei trying to open the door, but it wouldn't
work. So I went over and opened the door with my card. She was surprised to see me. Aside from the time she bumped into me on her bike and
said something, this was the first person to speak to me: "You moved up here too?" "Yes, you
live up here too?" I was equally surprised. "Yes," Mei said softly. "Your key card is demagnetized. Go ask the landlord to replace it."

This was the first time I'd spoken to Mei so closely, and I was a little nervous, so I deliberately changed the subject. We didn't say
anything more, and then we both went out to head to the company together. Since it wasn't too far, I'd always walked
, while Mei had always ridden an electric scooter, and now she was pushing hers along with me. I felt a little embarrassed, so I
told Mei, "You have a scooter, you go first, I'll walk slowly, we still have time." Mei didn't say anything, and continued pushing her scooter
along with me. Actually, I had imagined countless times that we would meet like this, but today it finally happened,
yet I couldn't utter a single word. Mei broke the silence first: "You're a college student, right? Why are you doing factory work?" I replied, "I'm doing
my last six months of internship, I haven't received my certificate yet, and I don't have much experience with my first job. It seems like only factory work doesn't have
so many requirements." I couldn't tell Mei a single lie. "Where did you go to university?" Mei asked. I
told her the name of my school truthfully. "Wow, a prestigious university! I filled in my application too, but I didn't get in,
and ended up going to a vocational college," Mei said wistfully.

Mei seemed very interested in the school, perhaps out of regret for not getting in, and asked me some questions about it.

I told her everything. Actually, Mei is quite talkative, not at all the aloof person people say she is;
it's just that no one gets close enough to understand her. My understanding of Mei deepened a bit.

I really wished that road could be longer, but alas, we reached the company gate. Mei went to park her car, and before leaving, she said
, "Let's work together from now on. Tell me about the interesting things that happened at your school." Then she pushed her bike and
ran off. I was flattered and kept thinking about Mei's words. It almost caused me to make mistakes several times at work. Meanwhile, Mei,
as usual, remained a lone wolf in the workshop, silent and still.

Our relationship with Mei remained lukewarm. We didn't talk during work, but
chatted on the way to and from work. I couldn't quite define our relationship. Several times I wanted to say something to her, but
when I thought of her cold expression and eyes at work, I swallowed my words. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll
continue working until the end of August when I return to school to finish my thesis. From then on, Mei and I might be separated forever. Unexpectedly, a turning point came on
July 7th.

Everyone knows February 14th is Valentine's Day, but that's a Western holiday. China also has its own Valentine's Day,
the day when, according to legend, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet on the Magpie Bridge—July 7th. Usually, the building is very noisy; even with the doors closed
, you can still hear it. But that day, the entire building was eerily quiet. Yes, the people renting apartments in this building are all young men and
women ; who doesn't have their own Cowherd and Weaver Girl? They're all out in pairs. Having gotten used to
the hustle and bustle outside, the sudden silence made me restless. I put on my clothes and irritably went outside. I knew
there was a rooftop terrace, usually where everyone in the building dried their clothes, so I went up alone. Sure enough, no one was there.

I stood alone by the wall, looking up at the sky full of stars. I couldn't tell which star was the Cowherd and which was
the Weaver Girl.

Thinking about it, I really regretted it. I hadn't had a girlfriend in four years of university. Spending all day in the library,
reading so many books, what's the use? I'm still just a factory worker. Isn't it said that "
books and wealth"? It's all lies. I'd never felt lonely before, but this holiday season, all
the loneliness suddenly burst forth. "Didn't you go out?" A voice like an angel came from behind me. I turned around
and saw Mei had come too. The whole world is full of couples, where can I go alone? The world is vast, but
only this terrace can accommodate me. I sighed. "Hehe..." Mei smiled, her ethereal
beauty even more pronounced under the starlight. Perhaps she had just showered; her half-wet hair carried a faint fragrance of bathwater. It was intoxicating,
almost like Chang'e descending to earth. "You're so beautiful," I couldn't help but say. Mei blushed and lowered her head. I felt that if I
hadn't expressed my feelings then, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. Even if Mei rejected me and I lost the chance to speak again, I
wouldn't regret it. "I've never been in love before. For three and a half years of university, I only knew how to study. I've always been
accompanied by books, and my heart has always been with them. I've never felt lonely. But since I saw you, I suddenly realized
how utterly alone I am. But you're so aloof, I don't dare approach you. I wanted to bury my feelings deep in my heart.

Even just talking to you on my way to and from work every day would be enough. But the more I try to suppress my feelings, the stronger they
become .

I can barely bear the weight." I blurted out my true feelings, feeling a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. I
didn't dare look at Mei, afraid of seeing her rejection. I turned my head to look at the boundless sky. For a long, long time, I didn't hear
Mei's voice behind me. I didn't know if she was considering something or looking at the stars; I didn't dare turn around to ask. You said the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl could only meet once
a year , and their love... "Why do they persevere for so many years despite all this hardship?" Mei suddenly blurted out
. I turned and looked at Mei quietly: "Because they always have love in their hearts. I believe only love can
sustain a person's eternal faith and provide an inexhaustible source of courage to overcome difficulties." "Then are you willing to be my eternal
Cowherd?" Mei asked. "I am!" I answered decisively.

Mei was moved to tears, and I gently embraced her. "I will love you and take care of you forever,
just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in heaven." Mei nodded repeatedly. I wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of Mei's eyes, but suddenly
remembered the descriptions in romance novels where the male protagonist would kiss away the female protagonist's tears at this moment. I slowly lifted
Mei's head with my hand. Mei's tear-streaked face made me feel even more tender. I gently kissed away Mei's tears, salty…
…We hugged, chatted, and looked at the stars. Mei asked me many questions about my studies. Before, Mei was always the one asking me
about university; I had never asked Mei. Back then, I didn't want her to feel like I was invading her privacy. Now that Mei is my
girlfriend , I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask and find out.

So I tentatively asked, "Mei, how did you spend your university years?"

Mei's body stiffened at my question, and she fell silent. I thought I had said something wrong and quickly urged
Mei to explain, "It's okay, I just asked casually. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Mei nodded, then suddenly said, "We…"
Let's go downstairs for a drink and celebrate finding my Cowherd. I seized the opportunity and quickly chimed in, "
Yes, yes, it's so hot and humid, let's go downstairs for some ice-cold beer and celebrate the reunion of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl!" Mei chuckled through her tears.
We went downstairs hand in hand for drinks. Unexpectedly, several places we looked were packed. There was nowhere to sit.
Finally, I suggested buying a few bottles of beer and some cold dishes to drink at home. Mei agreed. I live on the fourth floor, and Mei lives on the third.
We finally decided to drink at my place; it's quieter up there. I even brought Mei's fan up from the third floor. We had two fans...
The fan started running. We chatted and drank, and I was surprised to find that Mei had a good tolerance for alcohol; she downed three bottles of beer in one go . I
was already feeling dizzy after three bottles, but Mei was perfectly fine. And for some reason, Mei seemed to be really into alcohol today,
drinking non-stop.

I could only keep up with her. We went back and forth, one glass after another, until we finished a case of beer (nine bottles).

Mei drank even more than me. My dizziness worsened, and Mei stood up to go to the bathroom, almost
falling over .

I had to struggle to support her and help her to the bathroom before leaving. But then she didn't move for a while. Worried something
might happen, I called out through the door, but there was no response. I pushed the door open and saw Mei asleep in the corner. I
immediately washed my face with cold water to clear my head a bit and then woke her up. "Have you been to the bathroom?" I asked with concern. "
No, I felt really dizzy when I came in, so I just squatted here and couldn't move,"

Mei said haltingly. "How could you drink so much beer and not go to the bathroom?" I quickly helped Mei up and led her to the toilet
.

I was about to leave when
Mei called me "husband," her hands went numb and she couldn't unbutton her jeans. I almost fainted. It was the first time anyone had ever called me "husband," and it was from the first
girl I liked. I felt my blood rushing to my head, even more dizzy than when I was drinking. My hands were shaking violently, and I finally managed to
unbutton the front of Mei's jeans. I left the toilet. "Husband, help me..." I was afraid Mei would fall,
so I didn't go far and waited outside the toilet door. When I heard Mei call me, I went in and saw Mei still standing there.

Her pants weren't down. "I've had too much to drink, my head is spinning, and I can't use my hands. I can't push my pants down," Mei stammered
.

Mei's face was very red, as if from drinking or from shyness. I felt like I was going to run out of oxygen. I was still
a complete virgin back then, and helping the woman I liked take off her pants was terrifying. I quickly pulled down Mei's pants. Her
underwear was cartoon underwear, so cute. Her butt was so round. I couldn't bear to look any longer. I quickly ran out of the bathroom. Mei
had also been holding it in for a long time, and it took her ages to finish

urinating. Then she staggered out of the bathroom. I cleaned the table and went to the bathroom too. When I came out, I saw that Mei was
actually asleep
on my bed. I originally wanted to take her back to her room to rest, but I couldn't bear to wake her. So I covered Mei's stomach with a sheet and turned on the fan from her feet upwards. I then lay down on the table to sleep.

"Honey, I feel like throwing up," Mei suddenly said. I woke up with a start. I immediately took the trash can to the bedside. I
helped Mei sit up. Mei vomited a few times. I gave Mei some water to rinse her mouth and drink some water to calm her down. Then I put Mei
back on the bed. I was just about to go back to the table to sleep when, "Honey, you sleep on the inside, it's too uncomfortable on the table," Mei said. Hmm,
I was flattered, and my heart felt like it had been hit. I turned off the light and climbed over to sleep on
the inside of . Mei gently rested her head on my arm. "Are you feeling better?" I asked with concern. "Mmm," Mei replied softly
. Then there was a moment of silence. The woman I loved was lying in my arms, and I, a young man full of vigor,
couldn't My penis was painfully hard. I lay flat on my back, Mei's left head resting on my right arm. After a while
, my arm started to ache, so I adjusted it slightly. Mei moved her body slightly in response, but her leg suddenly
flattened, touching my erection. It hurt so much! Mei felt it too, hearing me
cry out. In a moment of panic, she tried to soothe it with her hand, but instead touched my rock-hard penis.

My blood froze. My breathing became rapid. Mei didn't know what to do with her hand,
whether to pull it back or leave it there. Although the lights were off, the sky was full of stars outside. Through the starlight from the window,
I saw Mei's eyes open, her face, resting on my arm, burning hot. I didn't know what to do, what to say.

I called out, "Wife..." If Mei hadn't responded to my words, perhaps none of
this .

"Husband..." Mei replied tenderly. I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed her passionately. I
didn't , I just kissed her lips. Mei stuck out her tongue first, and I took her tongue in my mouth, desperately sucking her
saliva.

Although I was a virgin at the time, I had read some erotic descriptions before. I knew some sex
techniques , though only theoretical, but they came in handy today. I kissed Mei's ear: "Wife,
will you give it to me?"

I asked Mei softly. Mei didn't speak, but her face burned even hotter, which was a tacit agreement. I felt like I had been granted a pardon, and used my hands
to unbutton Mei's shirt. Although there were only four buttons, my hands were trembling from nervousness, and it took me a long time to unbutton it.

Mei's skin was very white; even without the lights on, the starlight outside made her
white skin .

Finally, I was about to see the most alluring part of a woman—her breasts. I fumbled for a long time but couldn't find the bra
clasp.

Mei arched her back, and I instinctively reached for the back of her bra, where the clasp was indeed fastened. But I
couldn't get it open; the more I tried, the more confused I became. Suddenly, Mei reached under her body, and the bra came undone. I
was utterly embarrassed. The first time I couldn't unhook a woman's bra left a lasting impression. Even now, after seeing
so many women, I still can't unhook it without seeing it with my own eyes. Finally, I saw a woman's breasts in real life
.

And it was my favorite woman's. With trembling hands, I touched Mei's breasts. They were so big; I couldn't
hold them in one hand.

I felt that Mei's right breast was larger than her left, and the right nipple was also larger. I tried
to lick Mei's nipple, as described in the book. Mei began to moan softly. I switched to licking her left nipple, and Mei
's moans grew louder. After licking for a while, I followed the book's instructions to touch her genitals, only to realize that Mei
was still wearing jeans. I pulled down Mei's pants, and Mei cooperated by raising her buttocks. I took the opportunity
to take off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. My penis had been at a 90-degree angle for a long time. I couldn't lie face down, so I had
to lie on my side next to Mei. I touched Mei's genitals through her underwear, only to find that they were already soaking wet. Her underwear was stuck to
it. I said something really stupid: "Why are you so wet down there?" Mei didn't answer,
but just gently slapped me. She buried her head even deeper in my chest. I put my hand inside Mei's underwear. Mei
had very little pubic hair, her labia were small, and her vulva was plump. I didn't know anything back then, but now I think Mei's vagina must
have been legendary "steamed bun vagina," a rare and perfect vagina. Sparse hair, tight, and wet. Every aspect was top-notch, but unfortunately...
I didn't know how to cherish her, because of a vague concept of chastity and worthless dignity. In the end, Mei and I became strangers.

I gently took off Mei's last piece of clothing—her underwear. When I pulled Mei's underwear down to her thighs
, Mei still held my hand. I called her "wife," and Mei let go. Only then could I successfully
remove her clothes.

I also took off my underwear, and after being hard for a long time, my glans was even a little wet. I lay on top of Mei and put
my penis on Mei's vagina. There was so much sticky fluid. I wanted to insert it, but after trying for a long time, I couldn't find the entrance, and
my penis hurt. If it hadn't hurt, I probably would have ejaculated before I even inserted it. I was sweating profusely with anxiety. I suddenly
remembered the sexual positions mentioned in the book. I lifted Mei's two legs onto my shoulders. But I still couldn't find the right spot. Several times I hit
her anus, and Mei made a sound, as if it hurt. Just as I was getting anxious, Mei reached out her right hand
and guided my penis. Understanding her guidance, I pushed hard and entered her warm,
full-length. Mei let out a soft moan. This was different from the previous moan; it felt good because Mei's
lower body was welcoming.

I imitated the thrusting techniques described in the book, and Mei moaned along with my movements. However, after only a few thrusts, I
felt a jolt in my spine, and my semen gushed out. It was my first time ejaculating, and I didn't know about withdrawal; a whole stream
of semen shot into Mei's body. Twenty-one years' worth of essence! I ejaculated seven or eight times. I could feel so much
. I didn't expect to ejaculate so quickly and felt so embarrassed. I whispered in Mei's ear, "I'm sorry, it was too fast
..." Unexpectedly, Mei laughed and said, "Boys are always like this the first time." I coughed awkwardly
twice, and in the light from outside, I saw that Mei was actually looking at me with her eyes open. What a beautiful girl,
finally mine. I felt so happy. I kissed Mei deeply on the lips. Mei cooperated by wrapping her arms around my
neck, and we kissed passionately, savoring each other's saliva. Having just ejaculated and been inside Mei,
this kiss made me hard again. I thought to myself, virgins are amazing; I got hard again just minutes after ejaculating, while now it
would take at least half an hour to recover.

I started thrusting again, remembering the "nine shallow, one deep" technique from the book. Mei was already very wet, and with
the lubrication from the large amount of semen I'd just ejaculated, her insides were incredibly slippery. I thrust wildly, as if trying to wash away the shame of my earlier rapid ejaculation.

Mei's moans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she cried out, her body tensing up instantly. Her legs
gripped my waist tightly, and her juices flowed even more. This must be what they call an orgasm. The book says
women are more sensitive after an orgasm. Encouraged, I continued thrusting vigorously.

Mei was almost unconscious, muttering incessantly, "Husband, it feels so good, husband, fuck me...
" I could have held on a little longer, but
the contrast between Mei's pure, fairy-like demeanor during the day and her wanton behavior after an orgasm was overwhelming, and my semen gushed out again. This time it was similar to the first time.
I was about to pull out and ejaculate outside, but Mei's legs clamped around me. No wonder the books say women
are very accurate at sensing when a man is about to ejaculate. I had no choice but to ejaculate inside again. I ejaculated twice within minutes. This time my penis was truly
soft.

Mei's genitals were a mess, a mixture of vaginal fluid and copious amounts of semen. "Husband, go turn on the light, I'm going to wash up," Mei
said to me.

This was exactly what I wanted; I was just about to turn on the light to see Mei's body. I quickly ran over and turned on the light. Our
eyes met , both completely naked. Mei's breasts were large and firm, the left nipple smaller and still pink, the right
slightly discolored. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat. Her legs were even. Her skin was white and jade-like. Mei,
feeling embarrassed , covered her chest with her hands. Hehe, I walked to the bedside, pulled Mei's hands away, and hugged her tightly,
our skin pressed completely together. "Wife, you have such a great figure, and you're as beautiful as an angel.
What have to deserve you?" I praised Mei sincerely. "Okay, honey, I'm going to wash up, otherwise
the bed will be a mess." Mei pulled away from me and ran to the bathroom. I tidied the messy sheets. (I have a
problem; I can't use a mat in the summer, it gives me diarrhea), and there was a
mixture of vaginal fluid and semen on the sheets. Books say a woman's first time will result in bleeding. But there was nothing on the bed. Could it be Mei…? I couldn't
believe it and checked every corner of the bed again. Still nothing. Thinking about Mei's ease and the fact that she didn't show the shyness and pain described in books during
sex
how strong my virginity complex was at that time.

I remained a virgin until college graduation because I felt my woman had to be a virgin; otherwise,
I couldn't love her, much less marry her. So I held myself to that standard. Looking back, I was incredibly foolish and
irrational. But then again, times have changed. Those of us born in the 80s know that the virginity rate was
extremely , even after college graduation, it was still over 50%. In junior and senior high school, it was almost 100%, unless someone
had been raped. So my strong obsession with virginity back then was a product of the times. Now, let alone college, even after
junior high, 80% are gone, and after high school, virgins are extremely rare. After college, forget about
virgins; even finding a virgin (someone who hasn't had an abortion) is difficult! So even if you have a virginity
obsession , it's useless. It's like a tire coming out damaged; you can't carry the car without a spare. It's not that not
being a virgin is scary; what's scary is a woman who appears to be a virgin, seemingly pure and innocent, only to find out later that
the flower has already withered—that's what hurts. My virginity complex was later cured by a group of women like this (I was utterly
disappointed and heartbroken, so I accepted it)...

Mei came out of the bathroom and saw me sitting blankly on the bed, and she understood. I'm sorry, I'm not a virgin. You
've been wanting to ask me about my university days, but I didn't want to talk about it because I didn't want to think about that past. Many boys pursued me
in , but I never paid them any attention, not even in my junior year. Many boys
gave up, but only one boy never gave up. He was really good to me, year after year, even though I
didn't pay much attention to him, he never complained. It was during the last six months of my graduation internship, on July 7th, that
I had a high fever from a cold. He came to take care of me and even bought me a bouquet of roses. I finally agreed to be with him.

Afterwards, I couldn't resist his sweet talk and gave him my first time. I thought we would get married. However,
not long after, he started dating a freshman. I confronted him about why he treated me like that. He actually said...
He pursued me for so many years, just to spite all the guys I rejected,
and now he's won. I slapped him and broke up with him, leaving that city to come here.
From then on, I didn't trust anyone or have any contact with anyone. Until I met him, I felt my dead heart
rekindle. After several unexpected encounters, he also fell in love with me. Today, he met me again, confessed his feelings, and accepted.

Mei recounted her entire story in one breath. I didn't say anything, just sat there dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, since
you dislike me, let's pretend we were drunk tonight and nothing happened." After saying that, Mei reached for her
clothes on the bed, wanting to get dressed and leave.

I suddenly grabbed Mei's hand, pulled her onto the bed, and frantically licked her nipples. Mei tried to push my
head away, but couldn't budge it, so she just let it be. I licked Mei's breasts back and forth. Mei gradually
began to moan. I lifted Mei's legs and thrust inside her. At that time, I didn't know any techniques, I just knew how to thrust wildly.
Mei seemed to enjoy it, reaching orgasm under my vigorous thrusts. Her legs gripped my waist tightly, and I leaned over her,
my tongue entering her mouth. Mei reciprocated, our tongues intertwining. We sucked on each other desperately, as if
trying to drain away all our past memories. Suddenly, I remembered how Mei used to suck on him like this, and a surge of jealousy
welled up inside me. I pulled away from her mouth, grabbed her legs, and began a new round of assault. Mei, still dazed from her orgasm,
drifted into a trance under my subsequent thrusts. "

How many times did he do it to you?" I asked Mei. "Don't mention that, honey," Mei said with her last shred of clarity
. I thrust in hard a few times. "Ah…so good, honey," Mei cried out. "Tell me quickly,
how many times did he do it to you?" I asked again. "We were together for a little over a month before breaking up. We did it three times every night, I guess." "Damn,
excluding my period, that's sixty or seventy times!" I exclaimed angrily. "How did he do it to you?" I
pressed. "Just like you do, but I never let him ejaculate inside." Mei deliberately added this sentence,
hoping to gain my forgiveness. "Then why did you let me ejaculate inside?" I asked, half-believing. "Because I like
you, and I want to have a baby for you." Damn, that made me even angrier. I

fucked him harder. "Do you enjoy it more when I fuck you or when he fucks you?" Men always like to ask this question. "

My husband fucks me better, his is bigger and harder than his." Mei said breathlessly. Damn, Mei's
moans ejaculated inside her again. That night, after we ejaculated, we chatted and kissed. When we got hard
, we did it.

We didn't go to sleep until dawn. We both called our supervisors to ask for leave, she said she wasn't feeling well. I said I was going
to pick up my brother at the station. I slept until the afternoon, then I went downstairs and bought some instant noodles for Mei and me to eat. After eating, we had sex again,
all the while . For two nights and one day, Mei and I did nothing but chat and have sex. Later, I counted, and
we did it at least thirty times. Two nights and one day, thirty pee-pee. That's probably a Guinness World Record.

Thinking about it, virgins are so powerful! Even though I'm not old now, I still lack the stamina. I probably couldn't even manage thirty pee-pee a
week .

On the third day at work, my legs were so weak I could barely stand. Now I probably couldn't even stand up
straight. I was half-squatting and massaging my legs every now and then, and Mei saw me. She burst out laughing, her face turning bright red. That was the first time Mei had laughed at work. My colleagues looked at her like
it was a miracle. They all stared at Mei with their mouths agape, completely bewildered. My relationship with
Mei
remained a secret until I resigned and returned to Beijing. Mei was my first woman, and also the woman I regret the most. I was too young then and didn't know how to cherish her; my obsession with virginity was too strong. Knowing Mei wasn't a virgin, I couldn't let go. Although I liked her a lot,
I could never truly accept her, and we ended up parting on bad terms.

After that, we pretended not to know each other at work during the day, walked and chatted together after work like ordinary colleagues, and then
made love like crazy as soon as we got home. Mei also moved in with me. Those days were so unrestrained. For over a month, except for Mei's
period, we had about five rounds every night. Only a virgin could do that; otherwise, even
soaking myself in tiger or bull penis wouldn't be enough. I know that no matter how wild we were, how real our kisses were,
from the moment I found out Mei wasn't a virgin, my love for her was reduced to sex. Mei didn't know this; she
thought I had accepted it. It was clear she cherished me with all her heart. But at that time, my mind was like
it was filled with excrement, my heart replaced by a stone in a latrine. I was indifferent to Mei's true love. Especially when it was almost time for me to return to
Beijing to work on my thesis. I had to make a choice: either take Mei to Beijing or tell her
to wait for me. But, ruled by my virginity complex, I chose the third option: breaking up.

I remember it was a Saturday. I lied to Mei, saying I'd be late and that she should go to work first. Mei believed me without question, kissed me
on the cheek and went to work. I packed my bags and resigned from my job. The formalities were completed quickly, and I
received my salary. When I went back to get my luggage, I looked at the bed where Mei and I had made countless passionate encounters. I remembered Mei's angelic
face and devilish figure. I remembered her icy expression at the company. My heart ached like it was being stabbed with needles.

But I couldn't overcome my inner demons. With a sigh, I closed the door, went downstairs, and left. And from that moment on,
I forever closed the door to my relationship with Mei. Now, occasionally when I think of Mei, I want to beat myself up; I don't know
what I was thinking back then.

No explanation, no message, not even a warning—I just left.
When more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. I couldn't imagine what it would be like for Mei to come home from work and not find me, her luggage gone.
With trembling hands and a heart full of guilt, I wrote a farewell poem for Mei: "

Peach blossoms in March are intoxicating, but alas, summer has already arrived.

The garden's spring colors are gone, only memories remain on withered branches.

I'm sorry, I can't accept it, and I can't forget your past. Leaving me is my only choice…"

After the message was sent successfully, I turned off my phone. I didn't dare turn on my phone the whole way back to Beijing. Before getting a new SIM card,
I inserted the SIM card from Zhuhai and checked it. A dozen missed calls popped up, all from Mei, along with
two messages: 1. Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why? Why? 2. I hate you. Actually, I don't understand myself
why I didn't dare tell Mei face-to-face when I left, or even answer her calls. Now, several years later, after experiencing
certain people and events, I've gradually come to understand. Back then, I loved Mei. I was afraid to face her because I feared I would
soften and compromise. At that time, I valued my ridiculous virginity complex and my pathetic male pride (feeling like I was
someone else's leftovers) more than life itself, which is why I chose to run away.

The quirky and clever Ru Yan:

After returning to Beijing to work on her thesis, graduation defense, and internship report, it took her over a month to finally receive her
diploma. She originally planned to find a job in Beijing, but after hearing her classmates complain about low wages,
fierce competition, and expensive rent, and with only a few months until the Spring Festival, she went straight home. After a few days at home,
some people from her village happened to be going to Zhuhai. She and her family took some money and followed them to Zhuhai. They
were all renting rooms in Cuiwei, saying it was cheap and convenient for finding work. She also found a single room and rented it. Mei
's situation still bothered her, so she changed her phone number as soon as she arrived in Zhuhai, wanting a fresh start.
Once she started looking for work. She initially planned to go to the job market, since she already had her diploma and wanted to find
a better job. Walking to the edge of the village, she unintentionally saw a job posting on a wall. It said that Gezhige Printing Consumables
Company was recruiting general workers near the Shangchong checkpoint, very close to Cuiwei. With only a few months left until the Lunar New Year, I decided
to find a manual labor job. The pay was low, but it was easy and simple, without the backstabbing and scheming of office jobs.

I called to inquire, and the person there told me to come in for a face-to-face meeting. I suspected it was an agency, but being a
grown man, I wasn't afraid, so I went to the address he gave me.

Back then, Cuiwei was even more chaotic than it is now. The alleyways were lined with foot massage parlors, filled with women selling their bodies. Although Zhuhai's winters
weren't as cold as the north, they weren't as provocatively scantily clad as these women. I've always
been speechless about these women. I felt they had nothing left to sell, so they were even using their bodies, the last thing their parents gave them.
Although books say heroes often come from humble beginnings, and heroines have always emerged from the mortal world, I've always been wary of these women
and dared not approach them. After walking through this brothel-filled street, I finally saw the "Anxin Employment Agency" I'd heard about on the phone—a
tiny room of about ten square meters.

A broken computer and a woman—that was probably the standard setup for a small employment agency. "Was that you who
called ?" the woman asked. "Yes, it was me. Which company do you recruit for?" I asked directly.

"Sort of. A relative of mine works in the HR department of that company. We just connect people and send them to the interview
. Whether they pass the interview or not is up to them," the woman said honestly. Her answer reassured me; I wouldn't have believed someone
who made such a promise. "How much do you charge?" I thought. I figured their agency wouldn't do
it for free. "

It'll only cost 50 yuan. They have a group interview this afternoon. Take the recommendation letter I wrote, and
the security guard will let you in," the woman briefly explained the process. I thought 50 yuan wasn't too much,
so I paid and received a recommendation letter (which was basically just a slip of paper). I asked skeptically, "Does this really
work ?

Will the security guard let me in?" "Well, I'm not a street vendor. This is a rented shop. I can't just run away. If it doesn't work, come
find me.

If you don't pass the interview, I can recommend you to other companies." The woman said confidently.

I thought about it and it made sense, so I took the note and left. Since it was still early, I wandered around Cuiwei. The village
streets were narrow, like alleyways. There were four alleyways in total, and almost every alleyway had many foot massage parlors,
but everyone knew what they did. This reminded me of the legendary
Eight Great Hutongs !

I deliberately quickened my pace whenever I passed one of those shops, until I reached the last alleyway and saw a barbershop.
From the outside, it looked empty inside, but it had all the necessary tools. It must be
one of the few legitimate barbershops in the village.

Thinking that I hadn't had a haircut in months and had a job interview that afternoon, I didn't want to give the interviewer
the impression .

So I pushed open the door and went in. A woman in her forties greeted me. "I want a haircut," I said to the woman. "

Okay, please sit down and have your hair washed first." Then she called out, "Yan, come out and wash this handsome young man's hair." Then
a girl came over. That was the first time I met Yan. She had a delicate face, wasn't very tall, and had a very good complexion.
She wasn't particularly thin or fat, and she came bouncing around with her hair in a ponytail. She looked quite young. Then
she started washing my hair, her movements were very clumsy, and a few times she scratched my scalp. I was too embarrassed to complain, so I just endured it and finished
washing it.

While I was drying my hair, she said, "Ah... this is the most painful hair washing I've ever had." I laughed, "Hehe,
sorry , I don't wash my hair often, I scratched you." Then I laughed and went to sit on the sofa.

The woman started cutting my hair, and during the haircut, we chatted casually, and I learned that she was
the owner .

This girl named Yan was her niece. She had dropped out of school before finishing junior high and had nothing to do at home.
So she came to Zhuhai and occasionally washed customers' hair and collected money. She had been hanging out in the shop. She said she was going to enroll in a computer training course soon
to learn a skill so she could find a job. Actually, I didn't have any particular thoughts at the time, so I just
listened without saying anything. As I was finishing my haircut, the woman suddenly asked if I wanted a massage. I never
like those kinds of things and usually just refuse, but we'd been chatting for a while and she seemed familiar, so I
felt a little awkward so direct. "You have massages here too?" I asked casually. "Yes, a person only
gets a haircut a few times a year, otherwise they'd starve." The woman was right. "Never mind, I have something else to do
..."

I was about to say I'd decline later. But as I turned my head, my eyes met Yan's
. Her clear, innocent gaze startled me. Yan also saw my gaze, blushed,
and looked away. "Then let her give me a massage." My subsequent refusal turned into this half-sentence. The woman looked
troubled : "My niece is playing here, we don't offer massages." "Never mind then," I paid and got up to leave. Just as I reached the door
to pull it open

, Yan's voice came from behind me. "I'll give you a massage." I turned around and saw Yan's flushed face. "Hehe, my niece is willing
to do it, then you can go ahead. But she's never done it before, so she's not very professional. Don't mind, handsome," the woman said. "It's alright,
just a quick massage," I replied, trying to reassure Yan. Then I followed Yan inside. Unexpectedly,
the seemingly small house had a surprisingly spacious interior. Entering the inner room and passing through a door, there were two small paths, one on the left and one on the right.
The left path had white lights and contained about five or six small rooms; the right path had red lights, and I couldn't see how many rooms there were
.

Yan led me to a small room with a white light on the left. After entering, Yan closed the door. Inside, there was a small, high bed
and a high stool. It was probably for massage. Since it was my first time getting a massage, I didn't know what
to do. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Yan sat there too, looking unsure. After a long pause, Yan finally said, "Lie down,
I'll give you a massage." So I mechanically lay down, and Yan sat on the high stool under the bed. Then came the
legendary massage. First, she massaged my arms, then my head. Because it was my first time,
I was trembling uncontrollably, I didn't know if it was from nervousness or itchiness. When Yan massaged my body, it got even worse; my whole body
was shaking. Yan noticed: "Are you cold?" I turned on the heater. "No, it's just my first time getting a massage, I'm a little
uncomfortable. It's okay, you can continue." I told Yan honestly. "My aunt taught me massage, but I never really
studied properly , and I didn't want to learn. Besides my aunt, you're the first person I've ever had a massage.

" Mei's words surprised me. "Oh?" "Then why are you massaging me?" I asked Mei, puzzled. "Because
you don't seem like a bad person," Yan said innocently. "Hehe, if a bad person could tell, they wouldn't be able to harm anyone, and
they wouldn't be a bad person," I said with a laugh. "

I don't know, but I just felt you were a refined person and not a bad person, so I agreed to your massage request.
Many customers have offered me high prices for massages, but I ignored them," Mei said, her head lowered. "Then I'm honored, thank
you for thinking so highly of me," I teased Mei. Mei didn't answer and continued massaging my legs. But while massaging my legs,
I felt strange, as if there was a ball of fire in my stomach. An hour passed quickly, and because I had an interview in the afternoon
, I asked Mei to take me out. When we reached the traffic lights, I asked Mei, "What's that red-light area for?"
Mei didn't answer, but her face turned bright red. I immediately understood; the shop also had that kind of thing, just coexisting with
hairdressing and regular massage.

The referral letter from the employment agency was indeed effective; I showed it to the security guard and went in. Following the security guard's directions, I arrived at
the company's first-floor cafeteria. As expected of a large company, the cafeteria was enormous. There were about a hundred people there for interviews. When I arrived,
they were already waiting. I found a seat in the middle. After a while, three people came and gave
each of us a resume. I filled in my high school diploma. After filling it out, I handed it in. The three interviewers then began
sorting through the hundred or so resumes, each taking a portion and calling out names for interviews. The female interviewer
had about a third of the resumes, while the chubby male interviewer in the middle had the most, nearly two-thirds. The tall, thin interviewer
next to him had the fewest, about four or five. Surprisingly, I was among those with the fewest resumes
. When I went for my interview, I learned that the one with the four or five resumes was the warehouse manager, recruiting two warehouse supervisors from among
the hundred or applicants, with naturally higher pay than for general workers. I don't understand
why he only glanced at them so quickly and picked out four or five from a hundred or so. Perhaps due to the nature of the warehouse position, our
interviews ended at the same time as dozens of others. We were then told to wait for further notice; those
accepted would be notified of a medical examination before 8 AM the following morning. Those without notification were advised to seek other opportunities. The worst off were us four or five; we were chosen
without explanation and then had to undergo a selection process with only two openings. Failing meant losing even a regular worker position.

While there were more workers on the other side, there were still dozens of openings, making our chances much higher. But
that's the world outside—survival of the fittest. We all have to choose and be
chosen .

Back in Cuiwei, I was a little tired and hungry. I planned to eat something and then go back to sleep.
Unexpectedly I found myself back in front of that barbershop. I glanced inside and saw Yan standing at the door, looking out.
Our eyes met. Yan blushed and smiled gently. Even now, when I occasionally think of Yan, I still find her
smile incredibly charming; the dimples at the corners of her mouth were like a whirlpool that drew me in. My legs seemed
to move , leading me into the shop. "Give me another massage," I said to Yan. "Um, wait a minute, my aunt went out. I'll go find someone
to watch the shop." Yan darted inside like a swallow, quickly bringing out a flamboyantly dressed woman. The
woman scanned me with a foxy gaze: "So, you're making an exception for me, little girl. You're a
handsome guy huh?" She chuckled. I almost vomited. If someone else had complimented me, I would have been happy, but
coming from someone like that, it was nauseating. Yan blushed even more at the woman's words, then
hurriedly led me inside. It was the same room as last time. Practice makes perfect, and this time it was much better than last time. Yan
had regained her lively nature. We chatted while I massaged her. "You're a college student, right?" Yan suddenly asked. "Yeah
, I went to university in Beijing, and just graduated. I came to Zhuhai with some people from my village to try my luck." "Hehe, I guessed right,"

Yan said. "After you left at noon, I was chatting with my aunt. I told her you just graduated from university and came to Zhuhai, but she didn't believe me. She bet
me, saying you just happened to be passing by and stumbled upon this place. You wouldn't come back. But I felt you
would definitely come back, and today, so I was watching from the doorway." Yan rattled off a whole string of words. "Oh,
so you were waiting for me, hehe. How could you be so confident I would come back?" I asked Yan, puzzled
.

"I don't know, just a feeling," Yan's answer was exactly what I expected. "Yes, many things in life are
like that, you can't explain them yourself. It's like fate, or like things can be
changed . I never used to go to massage parlors or get massages. You're the first person to give me one
. From now on, I'll either not get a massage at all, or I'll only come to you," I said sincerely. "Me too, I'll only massage you from now on, no matter how much money
others offer, I won't massage them." Yan actually answered like that. I looked up at Yan, touched. Yan also
looked at me, her eyes a little unfocused. The lively atmosphere suddenly became tense again. I could hear my own
heart pounding. "

I went for an interview today, if I get hired, I might start my medical exam and work tomorrow, and I might
not have as much time to come here anymore..." I deliberately changed the subject to ease the suffocating atmosphere. "Hehe, you should focus on your work
.

Come again when you have time." Yan was quite cheerful. "You only serve me, if I don't come for a long time, won't you
go hungry? Haha," I teased Mei, trying to bring back the lively atmosphere. "My aunt is the boss, I
won't go hungry, hehe, I'm just afraid that if you come too often, you'll really run out of money for food in the end." Yan also teased me back.

"Hehe, no, the company provides meals." We chatted like this, one sentence after another. Suddenly, my stomach...
I called out to her and realized I'd been there for quite a while. I was worried about keeping Yan waiting too long, especially since her aunt might be coming back
.

So I told Yan I was hungry and wanted to eat, offering to treat her if she wanted to come along. Yan hesitated, saying
she was worried her aunt would worry if she didn't see her. Perhaps Yan wasn't entirely comfortable with me, someone she'd only known for a day. I
didn't insist, paid, and left. As I left, I noticed that flamboyant woman staring at me, which gave
me goosebumps for a while.

After eating, I rested for a bit and then received a call from Gezhige Printing Supplies Company, informing me
to gather at the company for a medical check-up at 8 am the next day. I even went to the hair salon to tell Yan. She was happy for me.
The medical check-up the next day went smoothly, and that afternoon I was notified to start work the next day. Because the medical check-up had been so tiring,
I thought I'd go see Yan before work and ask her to give me a massage. This further strengthened our relationship
. We chatted and massaged each other, just like before. As I was leaving, when Yan opened the door, I
suddenly had a feeling I wouldn't see her again: "Yan, you'll be busy with work and have to work overtime. You might not be able to come as often...

But I want to come every day." I said sadly. Hearing this, Yan's hand, which was about to open the door, froze in mid-air.
Then I don't know where I got the courage, I turned Yan around and hugged her. Unexpectedly, Yan also hugged
my waist. We just hugged like that without saying a word. "Let me add another fifteen minutes, otherwise your aunt will be unhappy.

Let's talk properly." I had heard from Yan that the shop had a rule about adding extra time. Yan hummed in agreement,
went out to tell her aunt, and came back in. I sat on the bed, let Yan sit on my lap, and hugged her. We just
hugged and chatted. Yan said that although she wasn't good at studying and couldn't continue, she actually envied those
who went to university.

She felt that those with education found jobs easily and earned more. Without education, you can't do anything. I
told Yan that she could learn computers; she's so cute, if she knew a little about computers, she wouldn't
have trouble finding an office job.

I even said I could teach her. Yan was very happy and kissed me on the cheek as a reward. Who knew that this
kiss would have such an effect? My penis instantly became erect. I had been suppressing it for so long, but this kiss
shattered my defenses. I couldn't hold back anymore; my penis quickly became erect. Yan, sitting on my lap, probably felt
it.

Her face turned red to the roots of her ears. I looked at Mei, and Yan lowered her head shyly, but I still looked at her.

Yan slowly raised her head, and looking at the shy Yan, I couldn't resist anymore. I kissed her, and Yan resisted
slightly before kissing me back. Yan didn't have any technique; she just opened her mouth and breathed heavily. I
desperately sucked on Yan's tongue, kissing her until she was panting heavily. My hands slowly reached into Yan's breasts. Yan
symbolically tried to stop me, but seeing my persistence, she gave in. Yan's breasts were small, but her bra was large, so
I easily slipped my hand inside. Her nipples were also small, barely protruding. Her breasts were hard too.
I put Yan on the bed, pushed her bra up, and licked her nipples with my tongue. Yan's moans were very soft, as if
deliberately suppressed. My right hand naturally moved to Yan's genitals; she tried to stop me, but I was too fast,
and I touched her vulva immediately—so wet, so sticky! There were only a few pubic hairs. At that time, I didn't really understand what a clitoris was
, so my hand only touched her vulva and labia, not the way I usually do now.

Just as I was about to pull down Yan's pants, she suddenly snapped out of it: "Not here, my aunt will find out." I understood
the implication; if we didn't do it here, her aunt wouldn't know. I also realized then that having sex in
a shop no matter the reason, was prostitution. We both sat up, straightened our clothes, and
Yan's face was as red as a sheet. "You're so naughty," she said coquettishly. "I have to go to work tomorrow, I'm leaving now. You should go
change your underwear and take a shower, otherwise you'll catch a cold if you're all wet..." I teased Yan. "You still dare to say that, you still dare to say that!" Yan
playfully chased after me with her small fists. I deliberately ran around and suddenly stopped, so that Yan would bump into me.
We kissed deeply for a long, long time before we separated. "Be my girlfriend, let me take care of you, okay?"
I pressed my advantage. "Okay," Yan agreed, hugging me tightly. I had to work an early shift the next day, so I arranged to meet Yan
.

Yan didn't have a cell phone then, and I couldn't let her aunt know about this, so I didn't ask for her aunt's number.
I could only come to the shop to see her when I had time.

New employees at the company don't have to work overtime at the beginning, so they get off work relatively early. As soon as I got off work, I ran to the hair
salon to find Yan. When we arrived at our familiar little house, we closed the door and kissed tightly. Although it had only
been a short day since we last saw each other, it felt like three years had passed. We embraced and went to the bedside to pour out our hearts to each other. Good
times always fly by. A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Neither of us had had enough. I told Yan I
hadn't and suggested we go out for a meal together. Yan understood, thought for a moment, and nodded. Then she
told me she'd go out first, and she'd find an excuse to talk to her aunt before coming to find me. We agreed to meet at the
Hunan (Yan is from Hunan, so I chose a Hunan restaurant because of her;
it still makes my heart flutter whenever I see a Hunan girl). I waited expectantly at the restaurant entrance for a while, worried that Yan wouldn't
come out, when she arrived. She had changed her clothes; she was wearing a black jacket and tight black jeans.

Her ponytail was gone, and her long black hair cascaded down her face. Dressed entirely in black, she walked gracefully in the breeze
, like a swallow dancing in spring. Yes, winter has arrived, but can spring be far behind? I went up to her
and took her hand; Yan blushed slightly. We entered the Hunan restaurant. We ordered two dishes and a soup. We
barely , knowing what would happen afterward. "Let's go,
let's go out," I told Yan after paying the bill. When we reached the middle of the street, there were two roads: left led back to Yan's shop, right led to
my rented room. "I should go back, otherwise my aunt will scold me," Yan whispered. "It's okay, it's still early. Let's chat for a while, otherwise I
won't see you for another day and night. I miss you..." The last half of her sentence clearly touched Yan. She
hesitated for a moment and then fell silent, which was a tacit agreement. I pulled Yan to my rented room quickly. Although we had been
alone together in their shop's small room many times before, this time was different; in an environment without any worries, we were both very
nervous.

Back then, unlike now, there were no computers. Computers were expensive, and internet access wasn't widespread. So, what was there in the room...
There was nothing there, just a bed, not even a stool. We sat on the bed, Yan looking down at her fingers.

I softly called out, "Yan," and pulled her into my arms. Since we'd already been intimate,
though not to the end, Yan didn't resist much. We kissed passionately again.
My hand deftly slipped inside Yan's bra. Actually, Yan's breasts were small, nothing much to play with. But
that's how men are; they're always fascinated by women's breasts. I pushed her clothes and bra up,
licking her nipples, alternating between her breasts. Yan began to moan. It was
winter, though Zhuhai winters aren't very cold. But being naked for too long could still cause a cold. I pulled the blanket over
Yan and quickly took off her clothes and pants. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed.
Although we'd been intimate a few times before, this time, sleeping close together was different. Yan's
body trembled; I knew it was from nervousness. Yan was still young, her skin fair but still
slightly immature.

She kept her eyes closed, looking like a porcelain doll. I lovingly cupped her face and kissed her deeply, from
her forehead to her eyes, then her ears, and finally her lips, kissing my way down to her breasts. Back then, the internet wasn't as developed,
porn was rare, there were no techniques, and no concept of genital licking. So, any
guy imagining licking all the way to her vagina would be disappointed. At most, I'd lick her nipples. My hand slowly slipped inside her underwear; Yan's
genitals were already a mess. Thinking things were going smoothly, I reached to pull off her underwear, but Yan grabbed my hand
tightly , opened her eyes, and stared straight at me: "Will you always love me and cherish me?" At that moment
, I was already in a rush, with no time to think, no room for refusal. Besides, I genuinely loved that pure, dark-skinned
angel—Yan, a girl like a swallow. "I will always love you and cherish you forever," I said solemnly.

Yan slowly closed her eyes, and her grip on my hand slowly loosened. I then pulled down Yan's panties
, and took off my own as well. I assumed Yan was a virgin and, afraid of hurting her, gently and slowly placed
my penis at the entrance of her vagina. I wanted to go in little by little, but to my surprise, it went all the way in without me even using any force
. With a soft moan from Yan, my astonishment, my boundless disappointment, and the copious amounts of vaginal fluid filled the air as Yan and I
finally became one. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe that Yan, so pure and innocent, wasn't
a virgin. And judging from how easily I entered her, it probably wasn't a one-day affair. This suddenly reminded me of
the red . I suddenly remembered that disgusting bitch's words: "So that's why you're so interested, you're
a handsome guy!"

I remembered Yan telling me she never massaged customers. Could that red area also contain Yan
's shadow? Were there more handsome guys than just me? Was everything Yan told me before a lie? But
what did I, a down-on-his-luck college student, have that made her want to lie to me? This was perhaps the only argument I could still use to defend Yan. Because of
my distraction, my penis slowly softened inside Yan's vagina. Only the image of lovemaking remained frozen on
the bed .

Yan sensed something was wrong, opened her eyes, and understood when she saw my expression. She silently put on her clothes,
saying nothing. My heart ached, the wounds from Mei's past reopening. I
had lost the courage to seek confirmation; I was afraid of knowing an even worse outcome. I had no confidence in keeping Mei. I knew
that if I had just said one word, held her hand, I could have salvaged everything, but I was truly broken by the facade of innocence
, terrified. I dared not bear any more unbearable stories.

Yan left in tears, and I didn't say a word, not even getting out of bed to see her off. To this day, I
don't understand why I cared so much about virginity back then. It was as if that thin membrane carried my life's
perfect dream and all my flawless love. Now, thinking back, is there ever perfection in this world… For the next week, I
immersed myself in work, going to work, spacing out, sleeping—a monotonous routine. Until the weekend when the company
closed. I finally couldn't hold it in any longer. No matter how much I tried to numb myself with busyness, I couldn't
rid myself of Yan's thoughts. Just like I could never banish Mei from the depths of my heart. I
went to the hair salon, feeling utterly lost. Yan wasn't standing behind the glass door as usual. I had a premonition that something had happened. I asked
Yan's aunt. Perhaps her aunt also vaguely knew that Yan's situation was related to me, and said curtly, "Yan left . She went
back to her hometown two days ago." "What did she go back for? Is she coming back?" I pressed, ignoring the owner's annoyance. "No,
she's not coming back. She went back to school," the owner replied.

I still held onto a sliver of hope, hoping the owner was just trying to annoy me, hiding something. She really went back to school?

"That's a good thing. What would a girl that young be doing if she wasn't in school? Why would I lie to you? She just cried
so hard before she left, and sat in front of the door for ages, waiting for something. She only left after giving up." The boss finished speaking and
rolled his eyes at me. Only then did I truly believe that Yan Zhen had truly left me forever. Back then, I had just graduated from university,
full ambition and with a bright future ahead of me. I simply didn't have the courage, nor could I let go of everything, to go to her hometown to find her. If it were me now,
I would definitely go to her house to find her and bring her back to my side. Even if she lived on the moon, I wouldn't give up. I've said all I
can say, and suddenly I feel like I've aged several years. Maybe I shouldn't... I should despise her, but I shouldn't doubt her
purity. Perhaps I have no right to despise her at all; didn't I have Mei too?

Perhaps my obsession with virginity is a mistake, a harmful and self-destructive habit. But at that time,
it was difficult to completely shake off this thought. Just as I was about to leave, the shop owner called me back. "Here, this is
the letter Yan left for you when she left. I didn't want to give it to you, but seeing how upset you were, I couldn't bear it." My heart ached, and
I took the letter from the shop owner and left. Behind me, I heard the shop owner sigh and say: "Heartbreakers are all scholars..."

Yes, the book says: "Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from the mortal world, and heartbreakers are all scholars." Yan was not from the mortal world; she was a
pure and innocent jade. But I am a scholar through and through...

When I got home, I unfolded Yan's letter: "

Husband, please allow me to call you that just once, and for the last time. Do you know, the first time you came to the shop for
a haircut , I fell in love with you." Later, when I found out you liked me too, I was so happy. I felt it
was the happiest moment of my life, and I even thought I would marry no one but you. Now, things have turned out this way, but it's not your fault. It's all
my fault for not valuing myself. My first time was because I was deceived. Back then, I had just arrived in Zhuhai and was working at my aunt's shop when a boy...
He came to our shop for a massage one day, and he asked me to massage him, but I never agreed. Later, he said he wanted to adopt me as his younger sister.

Because he always brought my aunt and me lots of food when he came, and he was a regular customer, my aunt liked him a lot,
so she asked me to agree. At the time, I thought it was no big deal to adopt a brother, so I agreed. Later, he was indeed
very nice , and he even flattered my aunt. Then one time, he said it was his birthday and invited me to dinner. Of course, we had known each other
for a long time, and my aunt agreed to let me go, so I went. Unexpectedly, I was forced to drink a few beers that day, and I was
a little dizzy. He said he would take me home, but instead, he took me to a hotel. That's how he forcibly
took my virginity, and then he disappeared without a trace. So, since then, I haven't gone out with anyone else until I met you.

But no matter what, I'm no longer a virgin, and you're so outstanding that I'm not good enough for you. You
haven't come to see me for a week. In these past few days, I've come to terms with it. Maybe this is what they call being destined to meet but not to be together in novels.
I hope you can find a better girl soon. I'll go back to school and focus on my studies. But I will always keep you
in my heart. Your forever Yanzi…

I was in tears after reading this letter. Although Yanzi wasn't exceptionally beautiful, her spirit and liveliness were exactly
what I lacked. Perhaps she was the perfect woman for me, but I ultimately lost her because of my stubbornness
and suspicion. Years have passed. I wonder if my former Yanzi has achieved academic success, and if you still remember me.

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