What happened at the Yellow Crane Tower that year

On a drizzly morning, after a night's journey, the train

slowly pulled into the dilapidated Wuchang station. The moment my feet touched the platform, the light drizzle brought

a chill to my senses, as if it were autumn. Dragging my travel bag, I followed the flow of people out of the station.

I found a luggage storage area next to the station and hung all my belongings there. I went to the ticket office and queued for

over an hour before finally seeing the small print on my ticket: 17:33, the arrival time in Guangzhou. How would I spend the remaining dozen or so

hours? This question lingered in my mind until I left the ticket office, when suddenly it dawned on me. The sky had

cleared, and the sun, peeking through the clouds, cast dappled rays. Where to go? The name "Yellow Crane Tower" suddenly flashed into

my mind deciding on this extraordinary and serendipitous encounter!

As I boarded carriage 51, the sun was already displaying its unyielding majesty,

arrogantly shining its light upon the entire city of Wuhan. After a bumpy half-hour ride, the bus crossed the Yangtze River. When I

saw the surging river below the bridge and recalled a poem I'd forgotten who wrote, "The man has ridden the yellow crane away,

leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower behind," I suddenly realized I'd missed my stop. As I walked across the Yangtze River Bridge, I kept

pondering why I'd missed my stop and why that poem had come to mind. When I was about three steps from the bridgehead

, it dawned on me—it was the girl sitting next to me. Why that poem? It's simple: the man

has already taken the bus, leaving me alone on the bridge.

So, marveling at my own cleverness, I bought a ticket. After my hundred-yuan bill went through a small window

, it was immediately reduced to four ten-yuan bills. Despite seeing the ticket seller's kind smile, I

had to stop my first marvel and focus on my second. I marveled at how this not-so-grand

structure required a day's wages to maintain, lest it collapse. It broke my heart!

To soothe my heartache, I greedily admired this building, hailed as one of the Four Great Towers. I didn't miss

a single detail that might elicit another sigh. Unfortunately, my knowledge was truly insufficient to utter

more sighs, or perhaps the building was artificially made too sacred, preventing casual admiration. Anyway, I

couldn't find the words. Just as I was regretting not studying more in my youth, the target of my third sigh

appeared. And it was so unexpected. Long hair flowing, a white short-sleeved t-shirt tucked into blue

jeans. Her waist was so sloping it was almost unbearable to look at closely.

The moment she turned her face, it was so unexpected, so unexpected I had no time to sigh.

Nor did I want to waste time sighing. But what I didn't expect was that something even more unexpected was yet to come,

waiting patiently for my next surprise. My surprise came from the man beside her. When

he

turned around, embracing her—a woman even a saint (because she was a saint, she could only swallow her saliva, unable to be tempted by worldly desires like ordinary people)—I was truly astonished. That man's appearance defied

description in any language on Earth. At least, with my limited knowledge, I couldn't describe him. Even God, upon seeing him,

would likely feel ashamed of his own failure.

Because I couldn't describe him, I had a moment of respite, and in that brief moment, I

managed a deep sigh to balance the astonishment I had just caused! I straightened my mind,

completely clearing my brain of any notions of heroes and beauties. What a load of rubbish! Reflecting

, I stepped out of the building, thinking of my wasted years trying to play the hero, and sighed deeply.

The beauty had long since faded, already snatched away by those who didn't even want to be heroes before I even began trying to become one

.

I found a stone bench and sat down, squinting at the still-powerful sun.

I was feeling a little drowsy. When I opened my eyes, the scene before me took my breath away. Sitting next to me was the girl who had

just been making me so upset. The sunlight was a bit too bright, so I couldn't look at her face clearly;

it was blurry. She spoke, but I couldn't hear what she said. Perhaps I was too nervous. I even

forgot what I was going to say. Just as I was wondering what to do, she took my hand. Her hand

was so smooth that I didn't want to squeeze it.

We ran together, neither of us paying attention to the astonished looks from others. I followed her through a winding path into

a small, lush grove of trees. I was so excited that I didn't know what to do, completely

stunned by this sudden series of actions. She, on the other hand, was very proactive, pressing her red lips to my dry ones. My brain was

only now beginning to function. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, responding to her passion.

As my hands slid inside her bra, another tremor ran through me. The fullness of her breasts made my hands

knead them aimlessly. I forgot my thoughts. I forgot everything around me.

When my mind returned, my right hand had already unbuttoned her jeans and entered that somewhat dense

black forest. After casually combing it a couple of times, it naturally slid into the most alluring

secret garden protected by two thick labia. When my right hand parted those labia and touched her mushroom-like clitoris, I

felt her whole body tremble. A trickle of fluid was slowly flowing down her vulva. This reaction spurred me on,

and when my lower body could no longer bear the torment, I hastily pulled down her panties. Finally, I saw

that fragrant forest. To see it more clearly, I had to suppress my momentary impulse. Kneeling down

, what came into view was the small labia minora peeking out, the secret garden slightly parted. The entire vulva was smooth and shiny from

the slight moisture.

He parted her thick labia with both hands, revealing the crimson, glistening walls of her vulva.

This was something only a virgin should possess. Beneath those labia minora lay the alluring

opening . The thought of soon enjoying such a feast was irresistible. He stood up

and quickly pulled down his pants. He circled behind her, seeing her beautiful buttocks, which had been aroused earlier. Her white, pert

buttocks gave him a feeling of urgency, and he couldn't linger any longer. He immediately thrust deep inside. The moment he entered,

he was enveloped by her sudden, wet mass. The mass, accompanied by her fluids, pounded against his penis. It felt like

he was being thrown into the heavens.

He felt a sense of emptiness. This floating sensation intensified with each thrust.

Just as I was closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being on the verge of reaching my peak, a very

annoying .

"Young man, that's not safe!" I immediately opened my eyes in fright. The sunlight was blinding

.

Turning around, I saw nothing had changed; the sun was still blazing its light.

The Yellow Crane Tower still stood majestically. The only difference was that the old woman standing next to me had her own thoughts

, witnessing my own fleeting dream!

I boarded the train to Guangzhou, feeling utterly disillusioned that I had spent 60 yuan just to have such a fleeting dream at the Yellow Crane Tower .

Lying in the hard sleeper of the new air-conditioned carriage, I drifted off to sleep, still thinking about my nightmare at the Yellow Crane Tower

. When I opened my eyes again, do you know what I saw?

Nothing. It was dawn!!

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