That romantic affair in the human world

That Romantic Encounter in the Human World

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Moonlight and stars Rose petals and raindrops

Tender vows Beautiful dreams and lingering poems

Those past and future lives are all moving stories

The distant tomorrow, the unknown world

What will happen?

A lonely shadow The name called in the wind

A sorrowful melody tells of the past

The so-called vows of eternal love were just youthful ignorance

Farewell to yesterday The departed joy

What was it all about?

That romantic encounter

Is there a chance to start over

? Drifting through the days of spring and autumn,

it's a heartache deeply hidden.

That romantic affair,

since it's going to end, why start it at all?

You and I, once so passionately in

love, sitting on the banks of love watching youth slip away.

Moonlight and stars, rose petals and raindrops,

tender vows, beautiful dreams and lingering poems .

So-called vows of eternal love were just youthful ignorance .

Farewell to yesterday, distant joy

, what really happened?

Lyrics of "That Romantic Affair" Singer: Zhou Yeping

In

the summer of 1998, I was heartbroken. Her name was Wei, quiet and elegant, delicate and sensitive. I was
usually a bit oblivious. I think these personality traits caused our disharmony. I could never understand
the unspoken meaning in her words, which disappointed her somewhat.

To understand elegance through music. I couldn't reach that level, so Wei left me without complaint; it
wasn't her fault.

But I couldn't move on. I was lost in the romance of the past; I loved her too much. Because I love
her, so… so what I can't give her, I hope someone else can.

Even though I try to console myself this way, I'm still devastated.

Losing my first love has been incredibly difficult lately. Once, I saw Wei's back across the street,
laughing and chatting with a boy as radiant as the sun. In that instant, the bustling street seemed like a deep ditch. "Wei," I whispered in
my heart .

From then on, I relapsed into smoking and drinking. Opening a bottle, I saw a cloud of smoke billow out, transforming into
an ugly demon king who said, "You rescued me from the bottle, and I will grant you three wishes. Now, make your wish
." I stared blankly at the demon king, only to see him gradually transform into Wei's figure. I suddenly woke up,
looking at the spiderweb in the corner, pondering the origin of this dream.

The next day, I went back to the company to ask my manager for leave. He told me to write a leave application. I turned around and wrote one,
requesting a month's leave, etc. The manager immediately asked what was wrong. I said I wanted to go on a trip. The manager said no,
he too busy, a month was definitely not enough. Without saying a word, I went back to my office, wrote a resignation letter
, handed it to the manager, and left without looking back.

My family is well-off, and they don't need my salary. But when I got home, I regretted it. I laughed at my own
impulsiveness. A little frustration, a little setback, a little disappointment made me lose my temper. It's just a breakup, why did I have to
drag everything into it?

Why can't romance last forever? I had long heard of the romance of Yunnan: the wind of Xiaguan, the flowers of Shangguan
, the snow of Cangshan, and the moon of Erhai. I packed my things quickly, bought a train ticket to Yunnan, and boarded the train with a sense of
pilgrimage .

Because I was in a hurry when I left, there were no sleeper berths left, so I bought a standing ticket. When I got on the train
and saw the crowded carriage, I was really shocked. There was no place to stand, let alone a seat.
I finally
give me his seat there. Soon, I closed my eyes, swaying to the rhythm of the train clattering on the tracks
, and Mozart's Serenade began to play in my ears.

Around midnight, I don't know where we were. Passengers got off and on, but overall, the
number of passengers gradually decreased, and the space felt more open than before. I took a cup from my bag to get some hot water.
When I returned, I found a girl in a bright red coat sitting where I had been squatting, looking
around . I held my cup at a distance, moistening my throat and stretching my aching legs.
Outside the train, it was pitch black; I couldn't see anything.

The girl started chatting with the passenger getting off in Guiyang, and I noticed them glancing back at
me every now and then. I turned my head back into the deep night. The girl looked a little disappointed and squeezed into another carriage with her luggage. I
walked back to where I had been, squatted down again, took a satisfying sip of water, and imagined
what kind of dejected and lonely wandering awaited me.

The train arrived in Guiyang. My friendly friend there woke me up, said goodbye, and got off. As my
bottom touched the seat, a sense of comfort and ease spread from my legs to my heart. I murmured, "Thank you
, Guiyang. Thank you, people of Guiyang." Within ten minutes of sitting down, several people asked me where I was getting off. I
answered with a clear conscience, "Kunming." Then, with a smug smile, I politely watched them leave.

The dining car squeezed through the crowded carriage, followed by the girl in the bright red coat, still
looking around. I pretended to look at the scenery outside, wondering why she had to travel so far. She was
clearly tired and squeezed into the space next to my seat where I had been squatting to rest. She was also clearly disappointed, having searched
several carriages without finding a place to stand.

My peripheral vision swept across her face, then I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, my mind churning with conflicting thoughts
. The single girl squatting next to me clearly made me uncomfortable, but her looks weren't enough to
evoke any tenderness or pity in me. This feeling was truly unsettling.

"Excuse me, sir," she finally spoke, "where are you getting off?"

I had to open my eyes; I saw a mole on the corner of her mouth. For a moment, the crowded carriage
seemed to shrink to just the two of us.

I stared at the beauty mark near her mouth for a long time before saying, "I'm getting off at the next stop."

She happily asked, "Could you give me your seat then?" I nodded.

When we arrived at the station, I looked at her deeply again. She thanked me and busied herself putting away her luggage.

Then I squeezed through a few carriages and found a place to squat down. Wei, I left this city to wander
outside to avoid you, so why do you still torment me?

Wei has a beauty mark on her lip; a large part of what made me fall in love with her was that beauty mark often
tempted me. I remember, my first kiss was given to that beauty mark. Wei, are you doing well at home?

I finally arrived in Kunming in the morning. Bored, I watched the train schedule for Xiaguan at the station entrance,
wondering whether to stay in Kunming for a few days or go to Xiaguan immediately.

"Hey? Didn't you already get off?" someone said to me.

I turned around and saw a girl looking at me with surprise. I said, "Yes, I got off the bus, and then I thought
it would be dangerous for you, a girl, to be out on the road alone. So I secretly slipped back to protect you."

"Hehe, you're so funny." The girl paused for a moment, "Thank you, sir, thank you for giving me
your seat ."

"What can I do? I can't help but feel protective of pretty girls."

"You're so kind, giving me your seat without even letting me know. I really don't know how to thank you." The girl
still looked sincere.

"Sir, you're so chivalrous, I have no way to repay you, so I'll offer myself to you..." Sometimes I
watch operas from different places, so when I sang it in Kunqu opera with perfect pronunciation, I
secretly .

"Hehehehe..." The girl laughed, her laughter ringing out.

"Are you from Kunming?" I asked.

"No, I'm just traveling around Yunnan."

"Have you planned your route?" I hadn't planned anything, so I wanted to hear some well-prepared advice.

"No, I'm just taking it one step at a time. What about you? Let me have some suggestions." The girl said.

"This is my plan: first, I'll go to Kunming to see which girl is pretty, then try to strike up a conversation with her,
find out what her plans are, and then, if we happen to be traveling the same way, I'll find an opportunity to abduct her," I
said seriously.

Before I could finish, the silver bottle started trembling.

"What are you laughing at? I'm serious. Look, I even have a business card. I'm the general manager of the Yunnan Provincial Population
and Import-Export Company. Here, let me show you my card." I frantically rummaged through my pockets: "Oh, I was in such
a rush when I left that I forgot to bring it."

"Don't laugh. Look at you, you don't understand this society at all. Let me tell you, Yunnan
girls are the most valuable. Why? Because they can dance. Sichuan girls also sell for a good price, spicy girls
, everyone knows them..." I rambled on about various places.

"Hey, let me ask you, what's the price of girls in Beijing?" the girl finally asked.

"Girls from Beijing, well, they don't sell for much."

"Why?"

"Because girls from Beijing are stupid," I continued. "If you were a buyer, what would you do with a stupid
girl ?"

"Why do you say girls from Beijing are stupid? I bet you're from the South, never been to Beijing."

"You're one to talk! Let me give you an example. I know a girl from Beijing. This girl is so stupid, I
don't even know how to describe it." I rambled on about random things while trying to figure out how to continue. "This
girl, one day she met the general manager of a human trafficking company, and instead of running away, she kept
asking about the current price of people, even weighing her own worth. Wow, have you ever seen someone so stupid?"

"Hehe, you've managed to get that out of me. Now you should tell me where you're from. Let's see what
price you can sell for."

I turned around and saw the mole on the corner of her mouth. My heart ached, and I stopped joking. I sighed, "We're both in the same
boat , why bother with formalities? Miss, what should I call you?"

"My name is Ali, the 'Li' of 'separation'," Ali said softly.

The early morning in Kunming wasn't just cool, it was freezing. Especially after hearing Ali's words, I
shivered . I took off my coat and draped it over Ali's shoulders.

"No, I'm not cold, I have other clothes. You wear it," Ali tried to take off her coat.

I pressed it down, saying, "Wear it. This coat isn't for keeping warm. Did you notice the
buttons are made of a special material? My men will know this person has been successfully trafficked when they see it, and they won't
bother with it anymore. Wear it, to avoid trouble later."

Ali smiled gently, not refusing. Ali's appearance wasn't exactly beautiful, but her
laughter was lovely.

"Okay. So, where do you plan to sell me?" Ali asked.

"Xiaguan," I said.

"Don't let me get sold and not even know who sold me. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

"Ah Lang," I hesitated, "My name is Ah Lang. You can call me Langjun."

"Get lost," Ali said. But she couldn't resist the temptation and asked, "Are you really called Ah Lang?"

Of course not. But I said, "Really."

"The wolf is coming." Ali chuckled.

I laughed too and asked, "Do you want to take the train or the car?"

"Bamboo horse, of course I'll ride a bamboo horse." Ali said.

"What?" I didn't quite understand.

"The boy rides a bamboo horse, circling the bed and playing with green plums. Silly boy, your name is Ah Lang, of course you should ride a bamboo horse." Ali
said angrily.

"The boy rides a bamboo horse, circling the bed and playing with green plums." I repeated, and asked, "Is this the story of childhood sweethearts?"

"Yes. Langjun, are you perhaps thinking of your childhood sweetheart?" As she spoke,
the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth danced to the rhythm.

"No. I'm thinking about why Ali left me." I said. Wei, I really thought of you. And you,
have you ever thought of me? We're practically childhood sweethearts.

I can't predict what this trip will bring, I don't even know
what I'm hoping for. But a solo male traveler meeting a single female inevitably sparks some fantasies.

Moonlight and stars, rose petals and raindrops,

tender vows, beautiful dreams and lingering poems,

those moving stories of past and future lives,

the distant tomorrow, the unknown world,

what will it all be like?

After settling into the car, I softly sang a song in my heart, but then hummed it out loud.

"You sing quite well," Ali said, looking at me intently.

"Of course. Even if someone isn't handsome, they must have other strengths to make up for it," I said, turning to Ali. "Besides,
I'm really looking forward to seeing what that romantic affair was like. Lost in thought, I couldn't help but sing
it ."

Since there was still time, Ali hurriedly went to buy some things. She returned excitedly and handed them to me: "This is for you
, a trench coat. They say it's very windy in Xiaguan. Thank you for giving me your seat."

I unfolded it and looked at it; it was a striking yellow. I protested, "Hey, didn't we agree to
repay each other with our bodies ? How come it's turned into repaying each other with our clothes?"

"Because I didn't know you were a human trafficker." Ali had a habit of
giggling as soon as she said something funny. Just like now, she burst out laughing immediately after saying it.

"If only I had known then what I know now," I muttered to myself.

Men always crave romantic encounters. I don't know if others feel this way, but at least I'm
currently pondering how to transform this encounter into a beautiful one.

Some say autumn is a dry season, a season for forgetting. It slowly dries out
the moisture , leaving only a dry shell. But I doubt this, just like how people often
air-dry meat in autumn to make preserved meat, simply to ward off hunger in the cold winter. So
I wonder if my choice to forget the past in autumn was wrong?

Right or wrong, let me go. Let me go to a corner where I can't see your back anymore, and when I come back,
will I be able to forget you? 　　"Xiaguan wind?" After getting off the bus, Ali and I exchanged a glance and burst into laughter in unison.

Xiaguan 　　is the second largest city in Yunnan, located on the southern shore of Erhai Lake, surrounded by high mountains to the south and west, like a woman lying her lover's arms, serene and peaceful. It was already dusk when we got off the bus, and there wasn't a breath of wind, only wispy clouds that hinted at its presence. 　　The station was situated on a gentle hillside, and from the square in front of the station, you could see the entire city. We stood quietly for a while, watching the city's haze and the white clouds against the blue sky, and I suddenly fell in love with this city. Turning to look at Ali, her gaze was just as dreamy, and I felt that she, too, had fallen in love with this city. 　　"Let's go," I said. 　　Ali looked back at me, as if in a daze: "Go? Where to?" 　　"Do you think we should spend the night in the square?" I said irritably. 　　"It's not necessarily bad here; a place with a roof isn't necessarily warmer than here," Ali said. 　　"Oh?" I was truly impressed. 　　Ali glared at me. "I'm actually scared to stay in a hotel with you." 　　I chuckled and said, "Afraid I'm too charming and you'll be tempted to offer yourself to me?" 　　"You think you can?" Ali looked me up and down, chuckling. 　　We chatted idly as we arrived at a hotel by Erhai Lake in the city. After dinner, before dark, we decided to take a walk. We strolled slowly along the paths in Erhai Park. 　　Strangely enough, whenever I'm in a new place, I always like to wander around the bustling streets. I don't need to buy anything , just stroll around and gently experience the local customs and culture. But today, in this unfamiliar city, with a woman I'd just met, I found myself instinctively choosing a quiet and elegant place. 　　"Ali, are you working?" I asked. 　　Because I believe that strangers we meet will eventually part ways, and there's no need . Because heartbroken people often have other concerns, I was afraid that discussing the realities of life too much would force me to relive the past I was trying to forget. So, even during the long car ride, Ali and I seemed to have a tacit understanding, only rambling about local customs and deliberately avoiding each other's real lives. So when , Ali was a little surprised and asked in return, "Do I look like a student?" 　　I glanced at Ali and said, "Your body looks like a student, but your mind looks like kindergarten." 　　Ali immediately replied, "I think your thinking is like a philosopher..." 　　I smugly chimed in, "That's true..." 　　Ali chuckled and said, "But your body looks like you just graduated from kindergarten." 　　This interruption broke the previous conversation. Undeterred, I continued to ask, "How long ago did you graduate?" 　　Ali was quite alert and said, "Hehe, trying to find out my age? No way, don't you know a woman's age is a secret?" 　　I tried several different methods, but Ali was clever and never let me succeed. 　　Ali is quite cautious now; it will only work if we choose a moment of surprise. 　　It's already dark, and the park streetlights are dimly lit. Looking towards Erhai Lake, it's a vast expanse of white, with only the mountains . Ali suddenly asked, "What day of the month is it today?" I said I didn't know. Ali looked down and calculated, saying, "It's the third day. Erhai Moon, Ah Lang, forget it." 　　I inwardly cried out, "Shangguan flowers, looks like we'll have to wait until next time. Will Shangguan be ablaze with flowers ?" 　　Ali sighed, "When I arrived in Xiaguan, I saw there was no wind, and I felt something was wrong, but I didn't know why . So that's it." 　　I also sighed, saying, "Thank goodness, the snow on Cangshan Mountain hasn't all melted, has it?" 　　Ali and I looked at each other, and suddenly we both burst into silly laughter. In that instant, I suddenly felt a sense of regret for not having known each other sooner. 　　But Ali, we will eventually part ways. 　　"Shall we go to Shangguan tomorrow?" I asked cautiously. I was a little afraid she wouldn't agree. I've said before, I came with a pilgrimage-like feeling. I'm unwilling to give up my romantic ideals, nor am I willing to give up...

It seemed like a beautiful encounter at the moment.

Ali pondered for a moment and said, "How about this? Tomorrow morning we'll go to Shangguan first, then to Cangshan to see
the snow, then to Lijiang, and then to Lugu Lake—so you and the beautiful Mosuo girl can experience
the feeling . That way, we can come back to Xiaguan, and by then, we should be able to see the bright moon over Erhai Lake, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh, so you want to experience the feeling of walking marriage yourself. Tsk tsk, I never would have guessed, these
young people nowadays!" I thought to myself, secretly delighted. Although I guessed Ali wouldn't easily want to separate from me,
my heart still pounded when I heard her say "we."

Yunnan is located in a plateau region, and the temperature changes throughout the year are not as great as in other places, hence
the saying that it's like spring all year round. However, Yunnan also has a characteristic: the temperature difference between day and night is large. It was getting a bit cold in Xiaguan at night
, and I could feel Ali shivering.

This should be the perfect opportunity for flirting. If it were yesterday, I would have taken off my coat and draped it over her shoulders;
if it were this morning, I would have naturally put my arm around Ali's shoulder; but at this moment, I suddenly lost
the urge, even the ability, to flirt. So, the final words I uttered were: "It's cold, let's go back.
You must be tired from the long drive, get some rest."

I took a shower, feeling incredibly refreshed. The balcony of the room faced Erhai Lake. There was no moon, just a clean, alluring darkness
—not a deep, boundless blackness, not a black hole that could swallow everything. Perhaps it was the stars,
shimmering and timidly telling of the purity of an autumn night. I'm not a poet, but that doesn't diminish the poetic
feelings I have at this moment.

Actually, I know very well that if I had held Ali tightly in my arms on that cold night, I could probably
fall asleep holding her right now. I don't regret pretending to be an innocent, naive man; I'm wondering why there was a hint of ice in my
heart then.

If I had gone and knocked on Ali's door, perhaps a different story would have unfolded. However, I wanted the story to unfold
smoothly, and knocking on the door would undoubtedly be a flaw. It would increase the difficulty, but it better suited my deepest, most
idealistic mindset. Perhaps my subconscious, deliberate expectation of that romantic encounter made me feel dirty, which is why
I cared about cloaking it in purity.

Of course, this is my later thought.

Shangguan is a small town, an ordinary town, not a tourist destination. I
came here simply to satisfy some kind of morbid complex.

We couldn't see anything special about it. Later, we heard from the townspeople that the so-called "Shangguan Flowers"

were just to make up the number for "romantic scenes." It's just that the townspeople grow more
flowers and plants than other places, nothing special.

Ali remained mostly silent. She had changed somewhat from her previous lively and energetic self. I asked her if she was
disappointed . She shook her head.

I knew she was disappointed. But I didn't know why her reaction was so strong; it was just that there weren't
the flowers she expected, and besides, we anticipated that autumn wouldn't be as vibrant as a flower market. When I went to the restroom,
I happened to see a wildflower in the corner, one of those ordinary wildflowers with six petals. I picked it and
handed it to Ali when I came back. Ali smiled faintly.

Ali was rather downcast, which ironically revealed a quiet beauty.

"Life is as brilliant as spring flowers, death as serene as autumn leaves." A sentence she had
written . At that moment, I suddenly thought of that sentence, and a sense of sadness washed over me.

Wanting to escape this awkward feeling as soon as possible, I took Ali to Dali. Ali didn't say anything, didn't ask
anything, and seemed completely lost.

A malicious thought crossed my mind: if I sold her into a brothel, would she help me count the money?

Dali is an autonomous prefecture, with its government located in Xiaguan. The Dali I'm referring to is what everyone understands as Dali
Ancient City . It's a small place, surrounded by walls on all sides. The walls are very new, probably recently renovated; you can't even
see any trace of the original walls. I didn't know there were actually walls here before.

Dali has many handicrafts, especially jade, mostly sold at small stalls. I don't really trust
things sold at tourist spots; they prey on your tourist mentality and overcharge. But Ali was the opposite,
constantly crowding around. She kept asking me if this was good, what I thought of this. I don't have much of an appreciation for jade,
but did learn something about it. Ali haggled for ages and finally bought two identical pieces,
one jadeite and one emerald.

I asked sourly, "Buying these for your sweetheart?"

Ali replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, are you jealous?"

I said, "Of course, if I'm going to buy something, I should buy it myself. Dragging me along is going to kill me!"

Ali asked, "Why not buy one for your girlfriend?"

I said, "If I'm going to give one, it can only be to you."

Ali chuckled and said, "Okay, I knew I shouldn't have bought it."

We originally planned to go to Lijiang, partly because we were worried about arriving too late and not having a place to stay, and partly because we genuinely liked the
quiet town. The quaint streets and exotic bars were simply too tempting. So, we
decided to stay in Dali for the night.

That evening, I decided to invite Ali to a bar for drinks. Drunk women are prone to revealing their troubles, usually
painful memories. At this time, gentle words of comfort could immediately break down her defenses. Afraid she wouldn't agree, I
fabricated a story about how charming Dali's bars were, and how going to Dali without going to a bar was like not having been there at all. Ali
, half-believing, half-doubting, timidly followed me into the bar like a lamb to the slaughter.

I quickly realized I had set a trap for myself, and, fearing it might not hold up, I put it around my own neck
to test it. Just as I realized that if I drank any more, I would be the first to get drunk, Ali was looking at me, raising her glass.

Her eyes were filled with spring-like longing, yet also seemed to hold endless resentment. I couldn't bear that gaze, so I picked up the bottle and gulped
down the drink.

I resolutely refused to admit I was drunk on alcohol; I believed I was captivated by her eyes.

Ali said, "Let's go back."

I said, "No, I like the look in your eyes."

Ali said, "Then let's go back and look, there are too many people here."

I seemed to be having a wet dream, a hazy dream. A watery girl climbed onto my bed, wrapped her
warm mouth around my penis, her head didn't move, she just swept her tongue back and forth again and again. Then she climbed onto my...
She was on top of me, pressing my penis into her warm, moist cave, stroking it up and down. As my passion burst forth like steam
from a pressure cooker breaking through the sturdy metal box, her white limbs, like vines
, clung tightly to me. I struggled to break free, yet I didn't want to.

I didn't know who she was, because I couldn't see her eyes clearly. I was unwilling to give up, desperately trying to open
my eyes to see clearly, and so I opened my eyes, and so I woke up.

I sat up abruptly, looking around. It was dark and gloomy, and there was no one there. Only my underwear
was stained .

Where was Ali? That was my first thought. Then I remembered I was drunk, then I remembered Ali
helping me back, and then I couldn't remember anything.

I wondered who the woman in my dream was? That watery girl, so understanding, knew my desires and
gently soothed and accommodated my explosion. Who are you?

Was it a dream? Could it be that I really slept with Ali while drunk? I broke out in a cold sweat.

No, it wasn't. If that were the case, my underwear wouldn't be in such a mess.

I find it strange; wasn't sleeping with Ali something I'd always been looking forward to and planning? Why am I
sweating

I'll take a shower first.

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