A kind older sister who loves cycling

I met the older woman at a friend's gathering. She looked like any other forty-year-old woman—ordinary appearance, ordinary figure, and a face showing the marks of time.

During our casual conversation, she mentioned she loved cycling.

Suddenly, Lao Jun called out to me, "Ah Sheng! Come here for a second."

Lao Jun continued, "Ma'am, let me introduce you. This is Ah Sheng; he also loves cycling!"

I could only respond politely with a shy expression, because the youthful body next to me was my real target.

But as the talkative older woman continued her questions, I had no chance to chat with the younger woman anymore. Later, she took my phone number, and I politely said goodbye, but the younger woman was long gone.

As my life as a taxi driver continued, I had long forgotten about her. But one day, while I was driving a passenger, my phone rang.

A familiar voice kept calling me.

"Ah Sheng? Am I disturbing your work?"

I replied, "Hmm?" "May I ask who you are...?"

the older sister replied. "We met at a party before. I'm the older sister who loves cycling.

" Me: "Ah! Hello, older sister! What's up?

" Older sister: "Nothing! I just wanted to ask you to go cycling with me this Sunday."

Me: "Sure! What time? Where should we meet?"

I didn't think too much about it and just agreed. Actually, I haven't exercised in a long time, so going out for a ride would be good. There are many people traveling on Sundays; everyone takes the MRT these days, and business isn't good.

On Sunday, I rode quite a distance to the World Games Station exit to wait for her. I was dressed casually, and my bicycle was draped with a bunch of things like a missionary's. But when she rode up from afar, I was really shocked. She was wearing tight-fitting sportswear, a tank top, a helmet, and sunglasses. Her bicycle was a foreign brand, costing hundreds of thousands of dollars, and her shoes were high-end performance sneakers. Her gloves were studded with rhinestones.

Me: "My God! Older sister! You're exercising on a domestic bike?!"

The older woman smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed from the sun.

She said, "Silly boy! Talking about money is so vulgar! You'll never get a girlfriend if you do that.

" I

laughed it off.

She said, "Let's go! We'll ride to Chengcing Lake."

I said, "Sister, aren't we going to Cijin? Chengcing Lake doesn't seem very interesting."

She said, "Cijin is full of tourists, and I'm allergic to seafood."

I said, "Okay, fine!"

It was the first time I'd met someone allergic to seafood. We

rode along Cuihua Road to the Art Museum first, then rested at a Starbucks on Mingcheng Road. The older woman looked really cool, her glasses perched on her hair, and she asked me very seriously what I wanted to drink.

I casually ordered a coffee, but the price surprised me. After driving a taxi for so long, I never knew a coffee in a shop could be so expensive.

She drank her coffee, staring at me with wide, round eyes, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

I said, "Sister, why are you staring at me? Is there something strange on your face?"

Big Sister: Silly boy, can't I look at you properly for a moment?

Me: Big Sister, are you going to sell me later?

Big Sister: Hehe, why would you ask such a funny question?

Me: No!

At this moment, I was as shy as a little bride, at a loss for words, and just let Big Sister continue to look at me with her innocent big eyes. After

resting enough, we continued on our way, riding along Mingcheng Road, then onto Benguan Road, and then uphill around Qiuchang Road to Yuanshan.

I usually sit for a long time, but this was a bit tiring, but Big Sister wasn't out of breath at all, slowly riding her bicycle forward. When we arrived at the Yuanshan Hotel, we rested for a bit. Big

Sister looked at the houses and sky below the mountain, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a small towel, while I waved the sweat that kept falling with the back of my hand.

Then Big Sister wiped my face with the small towel, and I was a little startled, not daring to move. Big Sister continued to wipe my neck clean.

Big Sister: Ugh! Can't you boys be a little cleaner? It's dirty to wipe with your hands.

Me: Oh! I'm sorry! Big sister! And... thank you.

Big sister gave a faint smile, the sunlight shining on her face. Only then did I notice her, her aura, her figure revealed in her tight clothes. Then she took off her tank top to let some air in, and her breasts swayed tightly in her clothes.

I felt my face getting hot, an indescribable feeling. She was clearly a forty-year-old woman, yet she stirred my heart. It wasn't the physical reaction I'd get when seeing a young girl; it was a more sublime feeling, touching every nerve in my body and soul.

Big sister seemed to notice my strange behavior, but she just smiled faintly at me and gently tapped my forehead.

Big sister: Silly boy, are you daydreaming? Let's go!

I quickly hopped on the seat and continued riding to catch up with her. I

rode behind her, and as she turned around, I wondered where she was going. Then she stopped in front of a detached house.

Big sister: We're here!

Me: Huh!? Where am I?

Big Sister: Ah Sheng, this is my home.

Me: Big Sister's home? But don't you live in Zuoying?

Big Sister: This is our old home. Come in and we'll talk. Park your bicycle in the yard!

After I parked, I followed her through the gate. It was a two-story bungalow, with a very retro Japanese style.

Big Sister: Take a rest, you can ride back later.

Me: Yes, yes, yes! I'm so tired! I should rest.

Big Sister: Young man, your stamina is so poor, what will you do when you get married?

Me: How should I know? We'll see.

Big Sister: What would you like to drink? Juice or black tea?

I lay on the comfortable sofa, and I was really exhausted.

In my drowsy state, I said: Do you have any milk? I want some milk.

Big Sister: Wow! There's none in the fridge! Juice, please!

I blurted out unconsciously as my eyelids were about to droop.

Me: Big Sister has breasts!

And that's how I fell asleep.

The cicadas chirped softly from the trees outside the window, and a cool breeze blew in, making me even sleepier. I opened my sleepy eyes.

I was alone in the living room. Yawning, I thought to myself, "How strange, could this be a dream?"

Waking up in an unfamiliar place, it was all a dream.

Sipping my juice, I curiously looked around at my surroundings. My older sister had already showered and changed into a loose t-shirt

and shorts, and sat down on the sofa next to me.

I talked with my older sister for a long time before I learned that when she was twenty, a wealthy businessman proposed to her through a matchmaker. They married on her twentieth birthday, but the next day, he died of illness. It turned out he had drunk too much at the wedding banquet that night—two bottles of Japanese sake and a bottle of sorghum beer—and was completely drunk. My sister's joy lasted only a day.

Afterwards, her husband's family, citing her as a jinx, used their old house as leverage to prevent her from relinquishing her inheritance rights to the businessman.

Heartbroken, my sister never married or dated again, the emotional wounds too deep to bear.

She began learning foreign languages while working, and by the age of 25, she could translate English, Japanese, and French independently. She worked until she was thirty-eight, having earned a considerable amount of money, but her health deteriorated. She then decided to retire and focus on recuperating.

She developed a love for swimming and cycling.

As she spoke, my sister looked at me again, remaining silent for over a minute, as if time had frozen.

Sister: Ah Sheng, do you have feelings for me?

Me: Yes, but we just met.

Sister: Ah Sheng, you're the only person in my twenty years who has made my heart flutter again. I've never dated any man before; you're the first. If you have feelings for me, please carry me upstairs, okay?

Sister's words felt like a warm current flowing around me.

I gently picked up Sister; she wasn't as heavy as I had imagined. She

was so petite in my arms. Step by step, 　　I carried her upstairs

, my vision starting to blur. We reached the second-floor room, with its floor made of high-quality maple wood. 　　I gently put Sister down, straddled her, and quietly looked at her. Sister, in turn, stared at me with her big, round eyes, 　　like an innocent little girl waiting for my every move. 　　I gently kissed my older sister's forehead, then slowly kissed down her brow, lightly pecking at her lips. They were soft like jelly. My sister clenched her teeth nervously, her face stiff. 　　I stopped kissing, slowly lying down beside her, touching my cheek to hers, holding her hand—so small yet so warm. 　　I said, "Sister, it's okay! This is fine." 　　My sister didn't say anything. Her long, loose hair had a faint fragrance. She turned slightly to my side, hugging me tightly, and cried. Tears streamed down my face, as if we were both crying together. 　　I wrapped my other arm tightly around her back, and we fell asleep without a word. 　　In the evening, I woke up to see orange-red clouds painted the sky. My sister was sleeping soundly. I quietly moved to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and the cicadas had died down; only silence remained. 　　Today is the most incredible day I've ever had. Before, all I thought about was how to pick up young girls, using their youthful bodies to prove I was still young. No matter how sincere I was, those frivolous hearts would eventually leave me. 　　Because there will always be men richer, more handsome, and more sexually capable than me, and I can't hold onto any girl. In hurting and being hurt, I've lost myself. The purpose and outcome of sex no longer matter; it seems to have become a normal part of life. 　　But today, someone touched my heart. She's different. She doesn't have a youthful body, nor a pretty face, but she has such a radiant heart, illuminating the deepest recesses of my long-dormant inner self, rediscovering my initial feelings for love, and making my heart beat again. I 　　'm also afraid. What if this is a dream? What if the next second, it's as if nothing happened, as if nothing ever occurred? Because it came so fast, I don't have the confidence to control everything. 　　Because she's such a wonderful person, I'm even more at a loss. 　　At 7 PM, my older sister woke up, washed her face, and came downstairs. Feeling awkward, I pouted and playfully asked her for a kiss. She laughed so hard she bent over, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, waving her left hand. 　　She then pressed both hands against my cheeks. 　　"Okay, okay! You little pig! Let's go! Let's go have dinner! Aren't you hungry?" 　　I sat quietly in her BMW; it was my first time riding in an imported car, a BMW two-door sports car at that. 　　We parked on Qingnian Road, and she took me to a Japanese restaurant. Being allergic to seafood, she indeed ordered mostly meat and vegetables. I, on the other hand, have poor air circulation from driving all the time and don't dare eat seafood. 　　We ate slowly, chatting and laughing, so happy. We looked so perfect together. 　　After dinner, we returned to her house. I was wondering what to do next, but she quickly changed and pulled me out for a bike ride. 　　"Let's go! Let's get some exercise and ride back to the World Sports Station!" she said. 　　I was torn, but as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. 　　Me: Okay! Mei-xuan, turn on your headlights! 　　Big Sister: You should call her Mei-xuan-jie, that's rude. 　　Me: Hehehe, okay! 　　The night was cool, and we rode slowly like that. 　　An hour later, we finally arrived at the MRT Shiyun Station. 　　Mei-xuan hugged me, we were both so reluctant to part! 　　But we still had to end the day. 　　Mei-xuan: Ah-sheng, is it okay to go back later? 　　Me: Yeah, my home is near Taipei Arena Station, it's very close. 　　Mei-xuan: Thank you so much for today, and I'm sorry I didn't have the courage... 　　Me: Then I'll lend you some more next time. 　　Mei-xuan: Isn't it for me? How am I supposed to pay you back if I borrow it? 　　Me: No problem, that way Mei-xuan won't refuse to go on a date with me. 　　Mei-xuan: You should call her Mei-xuan-jie! I'll go back now. 　　Me: Okay! Mei-xuan-jie, ride carefully, see you next time. 　　We parted ways at Shiyun Station at 10 pm. 　　On the way back, I was both smiling and a little sad. 　　Is happiness fleeting? 　　When I got home, I couldn't sleep. 　　Around 1 a.m., my older sister texted me. 　　"Ah Sheng, I'm both scared and happy, but this is my first time. We've moved too fast, so I really don't have the courage. I hope you can forgive me. If you can understand my cowardice, please give me more courage! Don't borrow it! Only petty people borrow everything. Mei Xuan." 　　I texted back to my older sister. 　　"Mei Xuan, I also hope you can give me more courage, because I'm also scared, scared of losing a woman like you who can light up my heart. Thank you for all the wonderful things today. Go to sleep early, so you won't get freckles. Ah Sheng." 　　A few minutes later, my older sister texted back. 　　"Silly! Call me Mei Xuan. I'm so happy. I'll give it to you next time! Sleep well, goodnight. Mei Xuan." 　　And so I fell asleep holding my phone. [The End]

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