Lost Memories, Lost Marriage

Lost Memories

"Boss, is this alright?" Watching the still-attractive, thirty-something-year-old madam's hand

dart over a row of sexy girls, her smile seemed utterly artificial.

"Just call me 'sir,' okay? Besides these, is there anything else?" I knew I wouldn't find anything in this brothel

, but I still held onto hope, thinking I could find someone suitable, someone I wouldn't find repulsive.

Why don't I find a wife? Why not a respectable woman?

I don't like responsibility, I don't like wasting time, and I especially don't like breaking up families. I'm just stimulating

the supply and demand of the economy; I need bodies, they need money.

"Boss! These are all new here, very young!" The madam's heavily made-up, seductive manner made me

frown . Everyone knows that this kind of sales pitch is highly improbable. I glanced around casually and

selected a relatively plump young woman, who looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six.

"Boss!..." After listening to the madam's incessant chatter, I decided to go out with her.

I have a car, but I never let prostitutes ride in it, and I never drive when I visit prostitutes. I need to maintain a certain image in my business. Sitting in

the back seat of the taxi, she leaned half her body against me, her long hair

brushing against Watching the seagulls soaring overhead, I felt a little lost…

Years ago, she and I sat in a taxi like this. She also had long hair, and she always liked to talk about the distinct black and white

seagulls, saying they were hermaphroditic, the women white and the men black…

“Sir! We’ve arrived at the Hilton Hotel!”

In a seaside hotel, in an expensive and luxurious suite, I enjoyed the admiring

glances , even though they were just business people like me. I still couldn’t resist doing the same.

The process of developing feelings for you is more enjoyable, like the difference between top-quality caviar and cheap caviar from the market.

“Will you go first? Or together?” Her question was direct. Her face didn’t seem as

weathered as it had appeared in the dim light.

“You go ahead and shower!” She quickly and confidently took off her clothes in front of me, even deliberately swaying her

supple waist to show off her defined abs.

She lit a Zhonghua cigarette, her vision gradually blurring with smoke as she looked at the clothes on the ground.

"Let's go back! No more!"

"Trust me! I'll treat you well for the rest of my life! I'll take responsibility for you!" I kissed her hair,

breathing heavily into her earlobe as I promised her.

"Promise me you won't lie to me."

"I promise you, I promise you anything!" I breathed heavily against her neck.

"You must be good to me from now on!" Her breathing was erratic, and her neck was burning hot.

I didn't know how to take off her clothes; perhaps I hadn't even taken them off at all. But I saw her

slightly sunken, rosy areolas. Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved rapidly. Her fair breasts

covered her thin chest, creating a striking contrast that intoxicated me. Her breasts were soft; I pressed my face against them, feeling their warm, jade-like flesh

, and gently kissed the hidden nipples.

"Ah! It hurts!" Her soft cry startled me away from her breasts. Her body was gradually laid flat

on the bed, a simple wooden single bed with clean white sheets. I held her, constantly stroking

her back. Her body began to flush, and I felt a warm, wet sensation between her legs. We

were both writhing; she seemed to be struggling, and I seemed to be displaying the twisted side of my humanity.

Suddenly, I felt a soft hand touch my face, and the cigarette in my mouth was transferred to hers by that hand

. "Sir!? You didn't even notice the smoke in your eyes? What are you thinking about?" She teased

me with a hint of coquettish charm, her breath tickling my face, making the wet streaks on my skin feel cool. "Nothing, just

business !"

"Aren't you going to wash up?" She looked at my hand as I touched hers with a seductive gaze, asking with a hint of doubt.

Suddenly, I remembered her from that time: the faint scent of shampoo in her hair, the subtle fragrance of her body on her chest,

and .

"Aren't you going to take a shower? I heard it's bad."

"If I shower, I won't smell nice anymore. I like your scent, I like your body fragrance."

"I'd better not, I'll get sick! I'm going to take a shower."

"Don't shower, let me smell you again, I'll help you shower later."

...

A hand waved in front of me. "Sir? Sir?!"

"I'm not showering! Let's begin!" As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped out of her bathrobe, pulled me into her arms, and let

me feel her chest, feel her warmth. She slowly helped me take off my clothes,

kissing until we were naked. Only then did she realize I still didn't react, but I was already used to it. "Blow!"

Watching my long hair sway and flutter beneath me, I lit another cigarette. The smoke I exhaled resembled

the slow flapping of an eagle's wings...

"Blow me once, just once!"

"No, it's so dirty! You don't even shower!" "

Then can I shower first and then blow you?"

"No! You'll still be dirty after you shower! " "

What would it take for you to agree?"

"Can't you be normal? Who taught you this? Do you know it's perverted?"

"Fatty told me. He said it felt really good."

"Have you told him about us?"

"Don't worry, I cherish you so much, how could I share you with someone else?"

A slippery sensation made my body tremble. Her flowing hair stopped moving. She looked at me awkwardly,

with thick white fluid still at the corner of her mouth. "It's okay, you're good at oral sex! Take a break, then we'll do it again!" I knew I ejaculated before I was

erect , which made her a little...

"Come on, touch it! Feel how firm you are!"

"Shameless, in broad daylight!"

"Come on! Give me a slap!"

"I'm busy, wait a bit!"

"Just one slap, just one slap."

"Here's your left hand, play by yourself, be good! Don't mess around." "

How dare you brush me off, I'll slap you!"

"Ouch!" "That hurts!"

"Hard, right?" They could be used as a weapon to beat people up in the southern neighboring country!

"Look at you, all alluring. I was just kidding. You're so old, yet you act like a child."

The cigarette was taken from my mouth again. "I'll keep you company for a bit!"

I nodded noncommittally, taking a deep drag of the wispy smoke, feeling the smoothness in my lungs.

"Sir! Business must be booming!" She placed my hand on her chest, holding it and

stroking her firm breasts.

"Small business, just getting by, living paycheck to paycheck!" Her smooth breasts were icy cold, and my hand was equally cold

. The smooth texture felt like my hand sliding on marble…

"Old man, why are your hands always so cold?"

"To cool your lust!" "

You're the one who needs to cool your lust!" "

Then let's cool it now!"

"No! Marble is so cold!"

"Marble, so slippery!"

"Wow! You're so lewd!"

"It's you who's lewd, why are you blaming me!" "

Say that again! Say that again, and you're never touching me again! " "

Feeling the soft warmth of her fingertips, she placed my fingers on her vulva and stroked them back and forth, but I

felt dryness, and the mechanical movements... She gripped my hand tightly, gently thrusting her hips, swallowing my two fingers

. She probably just thought of me as an impotent man who couldn't get an erection! I quietly smoked,

looking at the Genesis mural on the wall through the wisps of smoke...

'Why put up these naked men and women? Aren't you satisfied with me?'

'You're so uncultured, this is the creation myth, understand?'

'You think you're cultured just because you bought a few random naked people and put them on the wall for five dollars?!'

'I'm not going to talk nonsense with you, come help me put them up over there!'

'Look at the raised fingers, look at the lifeless penis, do you know why those women are so seductive?'

'You just like to say disgusting things, you always say disgusting things, you're just being cheeky!'

'Come on, baby, let me be cultured for once today, I'll satisfy you in a Genesis way!'

'Get out! Don't use your fingers, get out!'" "

Wash your hands before you come back?"

"My hands are too dirty, I can't wash them clean, I'll get sick and you won't love me anymore! I don't want to! I don't want to!"

"Look, don't my fingers look like they've been washed?"

"Get out! Don't touch me with your hands again!"

"Can I use my mouth then?"

"Then you're not allowed to kiss me again!"

"You're too old-fashioned, too uncultured, too unromantic!"

"You're the pervert!"

Listening to the rapid breathing in my ear, and the breasts hovering and heaving in front of my face, I suddenly felt that

this woman was quite dedicated. I didn't want to ask meaningless questions like why she became a prostitute.

Because I didn't want to hear a poor screenwriter make up a story, and I didn't want to hear about some real tragic backstories.

"Do you want to change careers?" She was breathing heavily at me in high spirits. Hearing my

question , she froze for a moment. Three of my fingers were still wrapped inside her body. She stood there, just

panting, staring at me with a flushed face.

"Just tell me what job you want! I don't need any other answers!"

"Flight attendant!" she gasped, her eyes filled with distrust. Perhaps she

only to satisfy some customers with strange fetishes.

"Take the business card in the left drawer and apply to an airline!" I lit another cigarette,

watching the smoke slowly swirl in the air.

She left happily, whether to avoid serving this indifferent customer or because she had a chance to become

a flight attendant .

Maybe… she would just smile and never actually go to an airline. Miracles are always for those who dream.

I heard a soft door close.

I switched cigarettes, took a deep drag, feeling the dampness on my fingertips, the lingering moisture in my breath,

and the slightly strange smell of smoke.

I paced back and forth, looking at the clouds outside the window, and softly said, "Wife! I miss you!"

I looked down at the cigarette butt in my hand, extinguished by tears. "Wife!" "Are you alright up there?! I miss you

..."

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A Lost Marriage

"Can we stop arguing like this?" Hearing her soft sobs, I felt a wave of disgust.

"Why did we end up like this? Why~?" Hearing her sudden, desperate shouts, I really

didn't want to live like this anymore. Home was a nightmare for me now—a recurring

nightmare.

We saw each other less and less, just to avoid those disgusting arguments, but her suspicious

and violent accusations only intensified.

"Today, I don't want to argue with you anymore. I just came back to get some things. I don't want to fight with you." I tried to

suppress my emotions, my voice sounding somewhat cold.

"Are you just going to leave like this? Just like that, never to come back to this house again?" A sob broke out, and she

cried again .

"Do you really think this is a home? Does this still feel like a home?" My sharp question

echoed in the dimly lit room.

"You weren't like this back then... You said you'd love me forever, do you remember?" Her sobbing vulnerability

had once left me helpless, but... that was all in the past.

I lit a cigarette and slowly sat down on the unfamiliar sofa. "Love? Do we still have love now?

These past few years, our love has vanished. Don't you feel anything?"

She just stared at me silently, her face streaked with tears, her shoulders trembling slightly. She stared intently at me, her eyes

revealing something I dared not read...

When I stubbed out my cigarette in the spotless ashtray, she still stared at me. I

couldn't tell if it was disgust or fear. I didn't meet her gaze; I just stared at the wall behind her. "We

have nothing to say, so I'll leave."

She followed me silently to the door, her tightly clenched lower lip pale, her eyes filled with tears.

She looked at me with a complicated expression. "You really don't want me anymore?" Her voice was unusually low, making her

question, tinged with resentment and pleading, sound particularly desolate.

I hated my own indecisiveness. I had decided to end things today, but she...

I doubted my judgment, but just to avoid any unforeseen circumstances...

I didn't open the door and leave, turning to walk towards the bathroom. Perhaps it was out of pride, or perhaps I didn't want her to know I still

cared ...

Watching her lean against the doorframe, I abandoned my habit of closing the door behind me.

The harsh sound of rushing water filled the air, and I heard a small switch click—the light went out.

Besides the dripping water beneath me, there was the soft rubbing sound of her approaching from behind. She snatched

my still . Even though her hand was as soft as ever, I was already exhausted by her.

"Some things, once they've happened, are gone. You can't shake them off, you can't forget them. Why bother trying to win them back?" I

said softly, head down, trying to keep my voice calm. Looking at her hazy figure before me, feeling the back-and-forth

caressing , I felt no excitement, no emotion, only a deep weariness, a weariness that seeped into my very skin.

"I'm leaving. You should rest too."

To say such a thing to a woman who held my genitals in her hand, kneeling before me, looking up at me—even a stranger would feel some pity,

but with her, I seemed to habitually utter such cold words.

She forcefully gripped my limp penis, preventing me from pulling it back; I felt

a painful strain on my corpora cavernosa from her excessive pulling. Just as I was about to do something, her warm, heavy breathing aroused me. That

slightly heavy breathing, which I had once so fascinated, the restrained, subtle moans of pleasure, suppressed into those deep

breaths—it was a unique expression of her emotions.

Her warm, wet tongue gently scraped across the glans, still damp with urine, her soft lips and tongue softly enveloping it, gradually increasing in frequency and

speed…

“Do you really think this will work? Do you really think our relationship can be salvaged like this?”

She didn’t say anything, only her heavy breathing became even heavier and more rapid, her hot breath

lingering on my penis.

I remained standing by the toilet, letting her tease me. My erectile tissue still lacked sufficient blood support

, limp and limp, teased by her soft tongue in the viscous fluid, back and forth…

“Actually, you can find a good man. A man who truly treats you well. Why make things difficult for

both of us?” She still didn’t speak. I even somewhat hoped that in a fit of anger, she would bite off my culprit,

and then …

and then? Perhaps we could grow old together like this…

Her tongue was tired, and everything was just like that old saying, “a waste of breath.” I let her dry her soft, spongy body with

a towel . Neither of us spoke. She quietly walked back to the sofa in the living room,

sinking into it completely, looking so petite and fragile. I sat beside her, lit a cigarette, and silently watched her

face, which was staring at the ceiling.

The cigarette butt extinguished next to it; the two butts lay in the same container, like a pair, a family…

“

Are you really no longer interested in me?” Her voice was cold, snapping me out of my reverie.

I had no answer, only a slight nod. Her face remained fixed on the ceiling,

not even glancing at me. Perhaps she didn't need an answer; she just wanted to ask a question.

The distinctive vibrating sound of a cell phone rang out from the small bar counter in the porch. She didn't move. Perhaps the last thing I

wanted was that cell phone. “Who remembers who said first, ‘I'll love you forever…’”

Even now, that ringtone sounded strangely jarring. She stood there quietly, her posture unchanged,

only the rise and fall of her chest indicating her continued existence. "Who still remembers when love began to change, when we

saw different skies in each other's eyes..." The sweet song of yesteryear now carries a dark, ironic tone.

"Aren't you going to answer? I'm here, but it's inconvenient for you to answer? Then I'll go first." As I stood up, she sat up,

using her petite arms to tear off her silk nightgown, revealing her fair

thighs under the living room's crystal chandelier, almost dazzlingly white.

The phone was still ringing, "We're both tired, but we can't go back, both our hearts are confused,

there's no hope no matter what we say..." The phone finally stopped, but the lyrics seemed to awaken her. She bent her knees and sat up, her fingertips sliding from

her toes down her calves, to her thighs, then from her navel across the rounded cleavage of her chest, past her slightly concave collarbone,

pressing her lips together forcefully, emphasizing their softness. Those slender fingers slowly slipped into her small mouth,

knuckles disappearing between her lips, one joint at a time, until the base of her fingers…

She teased her lips with her wet index finger, her eyes deliberately ambiguous as she said to me, “Today, you want me for one

last night. I’ll sign tomorrow and stop bothering you.”

I didn’t understand the reason for her sudden change in attitude; I didn’t know what she wanted. But if this could be resolved,

it would be good for both of us.

I got up to take off my suit jacket, and she seemed to glide gracefully to my side, her small, slightly upturned white

breasts rubbing against me through her shirt…

“Remember the first time you helped me take off my clothes? This last time, let me help you take them off.” A

faint smile graced her flushed face, a smile that seemed slightly intoxicated.

Her slender, soft fingers slowly unbuttoned her collar, gently probing inside, tenderly caressing my shoulders, lingering and caressing.

"Do you remember the first time you touched me like this? It started with my shoulders, like a massage,

gradually relaxing me, then you gently stroked my back. I remember it was a pleasurable touch." My body

stiffened slightly; this wasn't the first time she'd touched me…

"When you touched my nipples with your fingertips, it really hurt. I couldn't help but cry out in pain."

Her fingers pinched my nipples hard, her nails digging deep into the flesh. I

didn't cry out, perhaps because my nipples were so close to my heart, but a strange pain

intensified with each heartbeat, giving me a strong feeling of suffocation.

"You lifted my clothes and skillfully unhooked my bra. I was terrified; my whole body was trembling."

She slowly unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, and my body trembled slightly.

"Do you know what I was afraid of? I was afraid you'd do this to other people's bras again. I just…"

"Your tool for practicing taking off clothes..." She smiled, but I saw a glint in her eyes.

She awkwardly unbuckled my belt, the familiar, faint scent of her hair filling the air. "Remember? You used to hold me like this, your arms wrapped around my hands, and unbuckle my belt. Do you know how much

force you used ? My wrists were red and swollen the next day. I was so scared, so afraid my classmates would see!" I silently wrapped my arm around her slender, boneless waist, suddenly remembering how I'd commented on her waist years ago, and she'd gone to yoga to work on it, and had been doing it for years... 　　"When your fingers slide back and forth through my underwear, do you know how embarrassing that is?" My face and body were burning with shame, but you said I was aroused and forced yourself on me..." She traced the outline of my underwear with her fingers, and my body gradually heated up, my face burning too. Was it lust , or something else? I didn't know... 　　"I still remember the sound it made when you took it out of my pants and bounced against my stomach . The thought of the pain of it forcefully tearing me apart made my body tremble uncontrollably, but you said I was too aroused to resist." A deep smile spread across her rosy face. I couldn't help but start trembling. I tried to control it, but I could still feel my whole body shaking. 　　"You were so ruthless back then, just thrusting in like that. That excruciating pain was real, I felt it firsthand." She guided me into her vagina with her hand, but the semi-erect penis slipped out in an instant. My body was still trembling, quivering against hers. 　　"You thrust in so forcefully, then suddenly pulled out. Do you know that was the first time in my life I gasped for breath? That feeling..." She continued trying to insert the still-unfilled penis, and I was still trembling... 　　"You suddenly squatted down, forcefully pulling my legs apart, making me lie there looking. The tearing pain, the naked body I'd never touched before, the private parts I'd never shown anyone before... I cried then, and you said I was faking it , that I was too delicate..." I heard the sob in her voice. I gently stroked her smooth back, hugged her tightly , and my trembling subsided slightly. She continued to rub the moist opening back and forth with her penis, her warm breath heavy on my neck. 　　"Give it to me, please?" I could feel the warmth of her face against my shoulder, and her slightly trembling voice "Please, love me one more night..." I felt my heart pounding slowly and heavily in my chest, a suffocating, dull pain... 　　She kneaded and manipulated the foreskin with her fingers, "Is it disgusted with me?" I stood there, stunned, not knowing what to say . I didn't even understand why I was standing there like this, why she had become like ... 　　"If you're disgusted, if you think the front isn't clean, you can use the back." She actually thought the place where was cleaner than the front. I suddenly felt pathetic, not for her, not for myself, just a simple feeling. 　　"I'm sorry, I really can't do it." After a long silence, I had to apologize to her. I still couldn't... " 　　Are you leaving?" Her hand tightly gripped my lifeless penis. If she were to describe her feelings, it would be that she was gripping it a little painfully. Words are too pale and hurtful! I remained silent, bewildered and without a solution . 　　"Don't leave tonight, okay?" "Her face was pleading. 　　'But...I really can't do it, I'm sorry...' My voice trailed off. 　　'Remember you once said that we shouldn't apologize to each other anymore? Those who will forgive will be forgiven , and those who won't forgive won't be forgiven even if they apologize. Right?' Her face, her words, made me waver, made me feel dazed... 　　'Just like back then, we did nothing, just slept together, just nestled together, embracing, waiting for the dawn...' 　　Once, everything was so beautiful, she was so innocent, so naive... 　　'Don't despise me, okay? Just tonight, just this one night.' I gave in, just tonight. 　　She pulled me to our old bed, 'It's just you and me here, this bed belongs only to you and me.'" "I understood what she was saying. Although I didn't ask, she was still afraid I'd mind… 　　Without the barrier of our clothes, she curled up in my arms, pulling at my arm, burying her face deep in her chest … That night, I did nothing, just felt like I was back in my first love, sleeping peacefully in her arms without any ulterior motives. I slept very soundly, very deeply; I hadn't slept so soundly in ages. 　　When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt her body was a little cool. I pulled the sheet up and quietly looked at her serene smile in her sleep. It must have been a good dream… 　　　　　　　　　　　　————A long time later———— 　　The piece of paper in my hand wasn't large, but the few words on it felt incredibly heavy, so heavy that my hand trembled uncontrollably, and my body trembled uncontrollably. 　　'Husband, this is the last time I'll call you that. Don't blame me. I'm really leaving, leaving as your wife . I will always be your wife. I love you, without regret!' 　　The hurried footsteps disappeared in front of the silent operating room. 　　'How is your wife?'" " 　　It's too late," I couldn't help but take a deep breath. "The chances are slim..." I slowly exhaled, the paper in my hand trembling. 　　"Fatty, I need your help." I looked down at the ground. 　　"Brothers, let's be frank. No need for talk of help." 　　"Send money to my parents twice a year and say hello for me." 　　"You're not thinking of doing something rash, are you? You've sacrificed yourself for that bastard. Do you think it was worth it?" " 　　Fatty, do you still remember our dream from back then?" 　　"...I remember." Fatty didn't say it aloud, I knew it was because of the occasion and me. 　　"To make every man in the world wear a green hat, that was our ideal back then, but now someone else has achieved it." My clenched fist trembled slightly. 　　"Take it easy. Some things are reality, not ideals." Fatty's once bold voice was now low . 　　"Do you understand what it feels like to lose your wife but still have the cuckold's horn?" I gently patted Fatty's shoulder.

"Okay, I'll agree to your request! But wait until your wife has a result before making any plans."

"Fatty, we brothers don't need to thank each other, I'll remember."

"Come on, slap me, hard." Fatty suddenly thrust his chubby face in front of me.

Five finger marks appeared on Fatty's face. I looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"If I hadn't told your wife that time, you two wouldn't be like this. I deserve to slap you." Fatty

muttered to himself, head down.

"Fatty, do you think it's better for me to know I've been cheated on, or to be ignorant and let others see me?"

Fatty patted my shoulder with his chubby hand, then gave me a tight hug. We didn't

say anything more.

Fatty sat next to me, fiddling with his phone. The light outside the operating room was still on.

"Hello~! It's me, Fatty. What's up? What? Okay, I'll be right there." Fatty answered a call and

looked at me apologetically.

"I'm fine. You can go ahead and do your thing. I'll call you later."

Fatty left. I sat there quietly, my mind a jumble of plans and memories.

"Which one is a family member?"

I awaited the doctor's verdict. Even someone who's been in the business world for years couldn't tell the outcome from a doctor's

face . I had to admit

, doctors can be cold-blooded. "We've done our best. My condolences." The doctor finished speaking and left. I could even hear the light footsteps

fading away. Perhaps it was a relief for the doctor, and for both of us.

Silently watching the doorway, I thought, "Now that you're settled, I can get some things done." I took a deep

breath, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, watching the smoke drift away.

I remembered her voice that always echoed in my ear:

"I like the way you smoke. You should smoke more in the future."

"What kind of girlfriend is you? Other girlfriends advise their boyfriends to smoke less so they can grow old together."

"I'm your girlfriend, not someone else's. I just like watching the smoke drift away. I can see

the future in it, things that don't exist in reality, and what you'll look like when you're old. How ugly!"

"Sir, you can't smoke here. Please put out your cigarette." A woman's voice called out. I pinched the cigarette and slowly

turned head. A nurse, her face somewhat blurry, seemed to be the first time I'd seen her in a nurse's uniform.

"I'm sorry, sir! I hope you can accept my condolences. The deceased is gone." The nurse handed me a

tissue , and I realized that it was her eyes that were blurry, not her face.

————Four Months Later————

"Fatty, do you have to just run off like that without saying a word?" I

hissed at Fatty across the long table.

"It was an accident, wasn't it? How can you say that? Who wants to stay in this freezing winter and sweltering summer place

with barely any food?" Fatty rubbed his bald head; his beloved rugged hairstyle was gone.

"You… do you need anything here?" I wanted to ask, "Are you alright?" But how could this place be alright?

I didn't ask that stupid question.

"Do me a favor: send money to my parents twice a year, and try to visit them for Chinese New Year if you can." Fatty feigned

sincerity, staring at me with his small eyes wide open. I couldn't help but laugh, and he laughed too.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of them. I have nothing left but some money." I took out

a cigarette, asked the guard next to me, then put it away.

"Hahaha, you little rascal, you know how to ask people. Want to come in with me? You can smoke inside."

Fatty teased me.

"How many years?" A smile still lingered on my face.

"Manslaughter. It was supposed to be five years, but he was an official, so they gave him leniency and made it seven." Fatty gestured to his large frame when he said

"leniency ."

"When you get out, try to get another leniency. Get out sooner, your parents will worry about you." I teased.

"Don't betray me, kid. Just say I went abroad. To a small place, where phone calls aren't convenient, maybe some small country in South Africa!"

Fatty said nervously.

"I know, we've been lying to our parents since we were kids, we have that kind of tacit understanding

. Don't worry about me." Although I said it lightly, I still felt a little heavy-hearted.

"Please offer incense to my sister-in-law every year. She's a good woman!"

"She's a good wife, I'm not a good man."

"Fatty, thanks. Without your guidance, I wouldn't know what your sister-in-law has done."

"You mean... sister-in-law is a good woman, I've always thought so. It's just that man, I just

couldn't stand him. Thank goodness, I killed him."

"If I had cleaned up that unfinished project last year, it wouldn't have..."

"He's a fucking bastard, he didn't ask us for money, he went to my sister-in-law!"

...

Leaving that cold, large room, facing the desolate grass and the vast sky, and that piercing gaze,

I had some strange feelings—sadness, joy, emptiness, regret...

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