A gentle sea breeze is blowing.

A gentle sea breeze blows.
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Chapter 1: First Hearing of the Qin Music.
Although it was late October, I had traveled a long way from Beijing to Xiamen to attend an "Information Technology Seminar" and
stayed at the Yuehua Hotel. This was a luxurious villa-style hotel with a strong ancient Eastern charm, nestled against the mountains and by the sea, with
blue tiles and white walls, cascading springs, and clusters of flowers. The dinner was sumptuous, needless to say. Then, the stylishly dressed landlady came
over and enthusiastically invited me to dance. Without further ado, she pulled me to the dance hall.
It was my first time entering a dance hall. Overwhelmed by unfamiliarity, nervousness, and anxiety, I timidly entered
the dimly lit space. Only a small light bulb illuminated the bar. The dance hall wasn't large, about fifty square
meters. A dozen couples were already dancing on the dance floor, while a large group of young women stood and sat beside it,
whispering amongst themselves.
The proprietress called over a young-looking woman to dance with me. She took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
Mustering my courage, I started dancing with her to the music. But I didn't even know the steps, and I felt incredibly ashamed, lacking
any of my usual confidence. During a break, this woman led me into a small, dark private room. I didn't recognize
her, so I just sat there awkwardly, unable to utter a word. I felt no enjoyment whatsoever, only discomfort.
Occasionally, I'd rack my brains trying to ask random, irrelevant questions, like asking a stranger for directions in broad daylight . Most of the
time, I just closed my eyes and listened to the music, thus passing my first night on the island.
The next morning, before the guests arrived, the enthusiastic landlady said to me, "Have a lady show us
around Gulangyu Island; it's the most famous tourist attraction." Having heard so much about it, I readily agreed.
We boarded a speedboat, and riding the waves, we arrived at Gulangyu in less than ten minutes.
A breath of fresh air filled the air, invigorating me. The coastline was winding and meandering, with gentle slopes and fine sandy beaches
surrounding the island. The naturally formed, whimsical reefs inspired endless imagination. The island was dotted with rolling hills
, lush trees, and fragrant flowers; the air was fresh and invigorating. To protect the natural landscape, the
authorities prohibited the addition of factories and environmentally damaging buildings, and no motor vehicles were allowed in the streets of Gulangyu. Therefore, there was
no noise of cars or horses. As I strolled along the clean and elegant asphalt paths of Gulangyu, I truly felt
that it was a naturally beautiful island.
It was nearly evening, and the streetlights shone with a yellow-red hue. Cafes, dance halls, and small restaurants
lined the streets, their neon lights flashing red and green. The buildings, though somewhat rough, were nonetheless exquisite
. Young women in flowing dresses hurried along the street, like clouds drifting by. A
gentle evening breeze brought a refreshing coolness to the hot autumn air, giving me a sense of novelty. This must be the famous national
scenic area.
The island's hills rise and fall in a harmonious arrangement, with its highest peak, Sunlight Rock, a symbol of Xiamen. There's a saying, "If you haven't climbed Sunlight Rock,
you haven't been to Xiamen." However, it lacks the majestic grandeur of "reaching the summit of Mount Tai and surveying all the mountains below," and it doesn't quite match the
magnificent grandeur of Mount Emei. It merely possesses the refined elegance of a few famous anecdotes and elegant calligraphy.
I wasn't keen on leaving, but she smiled and said, "Let's take a look." She didn't say much, but she was quiet and gentle,
leading us round and round up another hill, past one scenic spot after another. We even stopped for a while in a teahouse, where everyone
had a cup of tea.
I said I couldn't dance at all, so the driver, Xiao Xu, asked a young lady to teach me. I reluctantly followed her for a few steps,
then laughed and said, "No, no." She said, "Let's go up again!" Before I knew it, I was climbing along
with her, and we even took pictures together.
On the way down the hill, we acted like good friends. Her name was Ana. The secretary, the driver, and she walked ahead
, chatting excitedly. I ignored them and strolled along behind. When I looked up and suddenly saw
her, her figure, her clothes, and her silhouette seemed familiar—I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before.
She was about 1.6 meters tall, around 23 years old, with a slender figure. Her large, clear eyes, like spring water
, were slightly upturned and blinked frequently, adding to her lively appearance. Her lips had
soft, curved lines, and the vibrant lipstick accentuated her pointed chin, making her look incredibly sexy and charming. She wore a pale yellow suit
, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders, and carried a small handbag in her left hand. She walked with a measured pace, like a graceful
and elegant secretary, exuding sophistication and refinement.
I was stunned, suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity, a feeling of déjà vu, like the lady from my dreams.
At lunch, to thank her for accompanying us on our trip, I invited her to eat with us. She sat next to me, and
during our conversation, they said she could be my secretary. I looked at her intently: an oval face, fair skin
, beautiful eyes, bright red lipstick, and a slightly pointed chin, giving her a comfortable and refined air.
Everyone liked to urge her to drink, and although she refused several times, she still drank three or five glasses, her face becoming increasingly rosy
and radiant. Afraid she was thirsty, I helped her out by making her some drinks, and then we toasted each other
a few times. Everyone egged us on to drink a toast together, and we drank it hand in hand without any hesitation
.
After the meal, we went to the dance hall, and she became my dance instructor, patiently teaching me the three-step and four-step. She
patiently taught me, though she also struggled. At first, my steps were often off-key, but because we had gotten to know each other in the morning,
I wasn't so nervous. Relaxed, my steps became natural, and I learned much faster. After dancing
for a while, the guests gradually arrived, and I went to get to know them. I didn't invite her to dinner that evening.
That night, the proprietress pulled me into the dimly lit dance hall again. The girl from last night saw me and greeted me warmly,
inviting me to dance. The proprietress quickly pulled her away, refusing to let her accompany me, and instead called over Miss Ana. Ostensibly, she
was there to teach me to dance, but the proprietress already knew I liked her.
The dance hall was packed; a large group of girls stood in front of the bar, chattering incessantly like a flock of little magpies
. The managers invited the girls onto the dance floor one after another. The music started, and colorful lights flashed and swirled, moving to various steps...
As the music faded and the lights dimmed, Miss Ana and I danced excitedly. We were already somewhat familiar with each other, no
longer reserved or afraid of ourselves, and our steps became more agile and graceful.
Suddenly, she said sadly, "I'm just putting on a brave face."
I felt a pang of sadness. "Can't we not talk about this?" she said, remaining silent.
When the music ended, the proprietress had already prepared a small private room for us—a dark
space less than a square meter in size, where neither could see the other. Inside, we sat together without restraint, no longer strangers,
chatting like friends. I listened to her talk about her hobbies, her life, and her experiences. I was truly surprised; we had only known each other for a day, yet we
felt like old friends, sharing everything.
Just as we were engrossed in our conversation, the proprietress called her out for a few words. A little while later, the proprietress returned,
but Ana didn't follow. The landlady mysteriously shone her flashlight on a room key and whispered, "Director Chen,
everything's ready. Are you coming? It's safe, nothing will happen."
I instinctively realized what it was about. I couldn't overstep the bounds, so I answered decisively, "No."
I really liked her, so much so, like a girl deeply in love. But I couldn't cross
the line. I had to protect my dignity, her innocence, and preserve our genuine feelings.
The landlady left, and she returned slowly, sitting beside me. I asked her, "What did the landlady want with you?"
She lowered her head and remained silent. I understood even more clearly what the landlady had said. So I said,
"Let's dance. You're my best teacher. I learn dances quickly, all thanks to you." I complimented her,
and she silently acknowledged.
I said, "Let's dance!" She took my hand and led me out of the dark little room to the dance floor. Under
her guidance, I gracefully danced four steps.
When we danced the two-step, the entire ballroom went dark. We no longer kept our distance, no longer held back; sometimes our bodies
brushed against each other, her chest against mine. Immersed in the joyful dance to the soft music, we were completely
free from worldly constraints. Even through her clothes, I could feel the soft rise of her breasts.
She took my hand and led me into a small private room. There wasn't a ray of light around us. We were very close. A waiter brought
tea, fruit, and drinks. By the faint light of a flashlight, I saw her luminous, hazy face, her
dark eyes, and her bright red lips. After the waiter quietly left, I took her delicate hand and gently stroked
the back of her hand, her palm, and her wrist. A young lady's hand—I was so bold! I never
imagined I would touch her like this, like touching my own wife. Yes, my dream wife…
I asked her how old she was. She didn't answer, but instead asked me how old I was. I realized I shouldn't ask a young lady her age. I
didn't answer. She guessed, "Forty-five, I guess." I nodded.
She rested her head on my shoulder, and said wistfully, "A man at forty is in his prime, a woman at thirty
is past her prime."
I comforted her, "No, with your own efforts, you will succeed."
She said, almost to herself, "I used to have a friend, but we didn't get along, so she ran away. Being someone's lover
isn't free, being a mistress isn't satisfying either..." Her voice grew increasingly somber.
She had unspeakable secrets; the hardships of life had shattered her confidence, her beautiful ideals crushed by harsh reality
. She had no choice but to leave her hometown, leave her parents, and flee alone to Xiamen to escape the pain of the past. But how could she heal
those wounds? I sympathized with her, hoping she would regain her confidence, and silently comforted her.
She lay in my arms, our hands stroking each other. Like an older brother comforting his younger sister, I hoped she
would forget her past misfortunes. I couldn't help but stroke her eyes, covering them, saying, "Sleep." She said,
"My eyes are closed."
I stroked her smooth face, touching her lips and nose. She didn't move, her hands pressing against mine
. I stroked her long neck and chest, gently caressing her collarbone, then down to the soft
edges of her breasts. She was already sweating slightly. She said, "You're sweating a lot." She took a tissue and wiped
the sweat from her neck and chest, then lay back down on me.
I continued to stroke the edges of her breasts with my right hand; her breasts were about the same size as my wife's. I longed to
touch her nipples, but the wretched bra prevented me. My middle finger touched a slightly hard nipple.
"Can I unhook your bra?" I tentatively voiced my desire.
"No," she replied softly.
My hand recoiled abruptly, then intertwined with hers again.
"How long have you been here?"
"Only two months."
"Where are you from?"
"Nanchang, Jiangxi."
"I just went there."
"Really?" she asked innocently.
"Don't they have dance halls in Nanchang?"
"I escaped."
"Why?" I asked, surprised.
"It's a long story."
"Can you tell me?"
"It's better not to, it'll make me sad."
"When I watch TV or read novels and see people crying, my eyes well up." My inner weakness was revealed
.
"Me too, when I see something sad, I cry my eyes out." She genuinely revealed her inherent kindness.
I held her hand tightly, showing understanding and sympathy, sincerely wanting to make her happy and help her forget her past pain.
When we finished dancing and returned to the small private room, I held her close in my arms. Although I couldn't see
her face, I could feel her trust in me. After each dance, she would always take my hand
and lead me into the private room, then lie comfortably in my arms.
I peeled a banana for her and offered it to her.
"Thank you, you have some too."
"How can you let me have some?"
She thought for a moment, then held the banana in her mouth and looked at me. I bit down, and my lips touched her soft lips
. My heart trembled. We nestled together silently, hearing her soft breathing and hearing her
faint fragrance. My heart pounded: Could I kiss her?
Her face was pressed against mine, gently caressing me. I lowered my head and lightly brushed my lips across her face...
My hand, my neck, carefully touched her soft lips. With a gentle press, she suddenly opened them, and a warm
, soft tongue leaped into my mouth. A wonderful sensation washed over me; I felt her tongue sliding smoothly within
, active, playful, teasing.
It was my first time kissing another woman, and my heart trembled with a guilty pleasure as I savored the exquisite
kiss. Decades of traditional ethics vanished in an instant. After a while, she gently pushed
me away. I, still trembling with nervousness, savored the sweet, lingering fragrance of her kiss.
She took a tissue and wiped the bright red lipstick from my lips, then wiped it on her own. She
was very careful, afraid that others would discover we had kissed. I was deeply grateful for her thoughtfulness; she
was the first woman besides my wife to kiss me in my life.
"Thank you," I said, pulling her into my arms, our faces pressed together, listening quietly to the tender music.
A woman outside called her name; the dance was over. She awoke groggily, stood up reluctantly
, pulled me against the wall, and wrapped her arms around my waist. I held her neck, our faces pressed together, our bodies pressed close
. She swayed her hips tenderly, rubbing her hips against my lower body. I began to arouse
, reciprocating her movements with vigor, a sensation similar to the feeling I get when making love with my wife.
Time passed, eerily quiet. After a while, she pushed me away, pulling me out of the dance hall.
The hall was empty; several women stood by the entrance, watching us with strange looks. I bowed
my hand in farewell, and she smiled and said goodbye.
The next morning, the conference began. The hall was already packed, a dark mass of people. As the conference host
, I focused intently on the meeting, but my first thought afterward was to have her with me.
The driver, Xiao Xu, was very quick-witted. As if knowing my thoughts, he didn't tell me but instead called Miss Ana to have
dinner with me. She arrived, glanced at me, and sat down beside me. My colleague Lao Zhang from Xiamen, a man from Northeast China, was outspoken
and liked to urge her to drink. She said she wasn't a big drinker, but she didn't completely refuse.
One glass after another, her face grew increasingly rosy, like a blooming flower, vibrant and beautiful. I wanted to
advise her to drink less, afraid she would lose control, but she still didn't firmly refuse. After another glass, she couldn't hold on any longer. I
felt sorry for her and had to speak up for her: "That's enough, don't urge her to drink anymore."
Only then did everyone stop, and they had to call another woman to keep her company. Let them go drink and urge
others to drink, go have fun. We didn't say a word, expressing our feelings silently,
toasting each other with our drinks. I ordered some fish and picked up some vegetables for her, and she said thank you. Ignoring everyone else, we each ordered
another drink instead of alcohol, oblivious to our surroundings, expressing our affection and tenderness.
The proprietress had already prepared a private room for us. When we arrived at the dance hall, she took my hand and led me to the room.
I pulled her into my arms and we fell onto the sofa. Her face remained nestled against mine, our fingers intertwined.
After sitting quietly for a while, she led me to the dance floor and began teaching me to dance. She started with fancy steps, then
left turns, then right turns, and I followed her movements intuitively. When the song ended, I took her hand and led her back to the private
room. Without letting her sit down, I embraced her tightly and kissed her deeply. Her soft tongue slipped into
my mouth, and I returned it, our tongues passionately intertwining and swirling. I savored the sweetness of a
woman's kiss—so fragrant, so tender, so sweet—for a long, long time before we parted.
I held her as she sat on my lap. She asked, "Are you heavy?"
"No."
"How much do you think I weigh?"
"Less than a hundred pounds."
"Only ninety pounds."
I held her light frame, my hands stroking her back, waist, and legs, gently patting her to the rhythm of the music
. She seemed to have her eyes closed, savoring my tenderness. She thought I was a man of status, capable of understanding
, sympathizing with, and respecting her—a man of character.
"I'm not leaving today because of you." I received a call from above asking me to go back, so I made an excuse to stay another day.
"Really?" She couldn't believe it.
"I can't bear to leave you," I said emotionally.
"I told you we were destined for each other," she said.
"Really, I miss you so much."
"Will you come back?"
"I definitely will, I'll come to see you." I seemed very confident.
"I'll give you my pager number later."
"I will remember you forever."
"I don't want to be in this industry forever. I want to open a shop, a fast food restaurant, delivering meals to primary and secondary school students."
She wanted to have her own dreams.
The first dance ended, and the second began. Only a few girls remained in the ballroom. I sang "Late
Autumn" first, using my deep voice to express my longing for her. She sang a melancholic song; she had said she liked
singing sad songs. We each sang a few songs, I clapped for her, and she clapped for me. Finally, she chose
"Heart Rain" for us to duet:
"My longing is an untouchable net, my longing is no longer a sea with a breached dam. Why do I always
think of you so deeply on those rainy days?..."
Her voice was plaintive, and we were completely immersed in the vortex of our mutual longing.
The music for the two-step dance began, and I asked her to dance. She pulled me into a dance floor. The ballroom was dark, and I
couldn't see if there were any other dance partners. We danced slowly to the gentle music. I pressed my face against hers and wrapped my arms around her
waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her flushed face pressed against mine, our bodies pressed tightly together. I touched her
soft breasts and abdomen; her legs swayed, and I could clearly feel her strong legs impacting me, impacting
my heart. I didn't want the music to stop; I wanted it to keep playing forever.
We embraced and kissed again in the small booth, our bodies pressed tightly together. She swayed her lower abdomen once more, and we
engaged in a spiritual lovemaking, unwilling to let go for a long time. The music stopped, all the lights went out, leaving only the
two of us. I couldn't utter a word to express my sincerity, my longing.
My thoughts were in disarray. She had said she would give me her pager number, but I didn't dare ask for it, afraid she would call me.
When I saw her again, I didn't dare give her my business card, afraid I would miss her in the future. I could only silently wish her happiness and
success, forever and ever...
I returned to my room; it was already 12:30 AM.
I was going back to Beijing, and I hoped she would come to see me off, but I didn't dare say it. I shook hands with the host, the landlady, and the guests to say
goodbye. She finally arrived, her surprise and joy evident, but she dared not show it. She came closer to
say goodbye, and I forced myself to hold back, to shake her hand, afraid that I wouldn't be strong enough to stay.
We didn't say a word, speechless. How could a thousand words express what we had to say? She's gone, she's gone,
when will we meet again?
Chapter Two: Reunion at the Seaside I
went to Xiamen again for work inspection. Fifty days had passed since the last time. I longed to see Ana again. Would I ever see
her again? Was she still at the Yuehua Hotel?
When I arrived at the Yuehua Hotel, I shook hands with the female owner and asked, "Have the photos from last time been developed?"
Seeing her photos was a comfort. But the proprietress said apologetically, "I forgot." I felt
a sense of loss.
Looking around, I saw many girls sitting and standing, but not Ana, which only deepened my disappointment. Just as I was about
to go upstairs, feeling dejected, she suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wearing a light yellow coat, smiling as she walked
towards me. My eyes lit up instantly; I could hardly believe it was a dream. I went over, and she extended her
hand, shaking mine generously. We chatted warmly, seemingly unconcerned about the others nearby.
I happily said, "I missed you so much."
She smiled and said, "I missed you too."
I stared intently at her. She was still the same as before, perhaps a little plumper, her makeup a bit paler than last time, her rosy
lips slightly parted, smiling sweetly at me.
When we arrived at the dance hall, we didn't have time to dance and sat down in a small private box. She immediately
leaned into my arms, and we snuggled close together. I said, "I heard you weren't here, and I felt so bored."
She quickly defended herself, her words crisp and clear: "Who said that? I've been here
the whole time." "I came out because I was worried.
" "When I saw you, I..." I expressed my true feelings for her.
"Your eyes lit up immediately." She playfully answered for me.
"Yes."
"I went home for a week and just got back."
"Did you know I was coming?"
"The landlady took her computer exam this afternoon and asked me to come. She said Director Chen was here, so I waited here."
"The landlady is very good to you, isn't she?"
"I argued with her. She deliberately asked me to dance with people who have no taste, and I refused. So I ignored her. Once,
when I passed by the shop, she called me, but I ignored her. Later, she was nicer to me."
I admired her ambition and courage and exclaimed, "You're so brave." I gently pressed my cheek against hers.
She said, "I've gained weight, I'm six pounds heavier now, I weigh 96 pounds."
I said, "Don't get any fatter."
She then proudly said, "I opened a fast food restaurant!"
I happily congratulated her, "You're amazing, you're a female boss now!" I was happy for her efforts;
she had mentioned opening a fast food restaurant just a few days ago, and she actually did it. She's a very capable girl who dares to dream and act. I patted
her on the back to express my praise.
"I signed a contract with the school for two rooms, the annual rent is 25,000 yuan."
"That's a bit expensive,"
she said. "I have no choice but to work hard. I get up at 4:30 in the morning to buy groceries, wash vegetables, and make steamed buns
. I have to cook for lunch and dinner. Business was good at first, but then people near the school opened fast food restaurants, which were cheaper, and business went downhill
. It's exhausting. The teachers told the students not to buy food outside, and those people yelled at me, they were really fierce!"
I comforted her, "Everything will be alright."
She lay on me and said, "My back is a little sore."
I asked, "What happened?
" She said, "I carried a lot of things back, it's a bit heavy."
I told her to turn over, and then I started patting, rubbing, and massaging her back until my hands ached and I was slightly
sweaty. She said gratefully, "That feels much better." Then she kissed me deeply.
After being apart for so long, we had so much to talk about. We danced twice, but both of us felt a lack of enthusiasm for dancing.
I said, "Let's go to the room!" She said, "Okay," and pulled me away.
As soon as we got to the room, she kissed me on the cheek. I took off my coat and tossed it onto the bed
. She sat on the bed, turned on the TV, took off her coat and placed it next to mine, then lay down to watch TV .
I said, "Let me take a picture of you." I opened my bag, took out my camera, and placed a vase of flowers on the bedside table. She
half-reclined on the bed, smiling and posing for the photo.
After taking a few pictures, I lay down next to her. She covered us both with a blanket, our heads nestled together, our
legs crossed, watching an interesting Hong Kong movie. She couldn't help but let out a clear laugh. After finishing an episode, we switched channels
to a TV game of guessing pantomimes. She quickly and accurately guessed the plot, and her answer was always the same as the correct one!
I admired her intelligence and her rich emotions.
As I watched, her hand slipped inside my sweater, gently stroking my back, and she whispered, "Is it
okay?" I said, "It's fine."
Suddenly, she climbed on top of me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply. I embraced her waist and
we kissed passionately back. I could hear her breathing quicken, her smooth tongue probing deep inside me. I sucked on
her tongue, greedily holding it in my mouth, swirling and teasing it, savoring her sweet, fragrant saliva as it entered my body
, lingering for a long, long time before finally separating.
I opened my eyes and saw her large eyes staring intently at me, a mixture of longing and confusion in
them. The vibrant lipstick on her lips was gone.
We lay snuggled together in bed, and I couldn't help but say, "I wish I could sleep here with you. You have one
bed, I have another, we can spend the whole night together."
She didn't say anything, but I knew what she was thinking. I said, "It's getting late, let me see you off."
She said, "No, I'll go by myself." She kissed me goodbye and left.
The next day we went to another seafood restaurant for dinner. Old Zhang knew I liked Ana, so he made a phone call...
She came to keep me company. After a long while, she finally arrived, her steps faltering. I was immediately overjoyed, but dared not show it. Someone called for
her to sit next to me, and I really wanted her to sit next to me too, but with my secretary present, I couldn't do as I pleased.
I only glanced at her, and she only glanced at me. We seemed like strangers, yet even though she couldn't sit next to me,
we understood each other perfectly. With her there, I ate with a better appetite.
After dinner, we all went to the Magnolia Karaoke Bar. She chose "The Moon Over the West Tower." When she sang, "A kind of
longing, a sorrow in two places, just as it leaves my brow, it rises again in my heart," I couldn't help but sigh at the similarity in our feelings
. Yes! A kind of longing, a sorrow in two places. We were hundreds of miles apart, and the most painful thing was not being able to meet, our hearts
filled with sorrow.
When she finished singing and sat next to me, I repeated those two lines from Li Qingzhao's poem. She gently tapped me
and smiled. When I tried to request a song, the screen suddenly went blank. This was my chance. I said,
"Let's go back." She agreed and hurried out, saying goodbye to her friends, to her room.
I opened the door, and she hugged me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder. My wife had never been so affectionate
. A warm feeling welled up inside me, and I turned around and kissed her. Suddenly, I noticed a photo
bag on the small table. The landlady must have brought the photos; she was looking at them with great interest.
I asked her for one of her photos and gave her one of mine. I said, "Write your name on it."
She waved her hand and said, "I can't write."
I pleaded earnestly, "I want you to keep a copy."
She still refused to write, only writing her pager number on the back of her photo.
I laughed and said, "Then I'll write my number too."
She pulled my hand playfully, "No, I want your business card."
I took a business card from my purse and gave it to her. She read my name aloud. We both took off our coats. She lay
on the bed, and I sat beside her, peeling an apple for her while watching her. I cut the apple into small pieces and
carefully fed her each piece. I took off my coat, climbed into bed, and we embraced,
watching TV with great interest.
As we watched, she climbed on top of me and kissed me passionately. After kissing for a long time, I rolled over and
pressed her firmly beneath me, our lower abdomens pressed together. She lifted her abdomen, rubbing against mine
. Even through the layers of clothing, I could feel the powerful contractions of her abdomen, and we once again entered into a spiritual
lovemaking. We looked at each other and smiled.
She whispered to me, "I'm a little scared. I saw the police officers; I know them."
I replied, "I'm a little scared too. My secretary will find out."
She quickly explained, "We're nothing."
I said, "I'll see you out."
She said, "No, I'll go by myself." She gently kissed my cheek, put on her coat, and hurried away
.
The next morning, I probably caught a cold because I wasn't dressed warmly enough, and having eaten seafood every day, my stomach started acting up,
and I fell seriously ill.
She came and asked, "What happened?" She touched my clothes and sighed, "Wearing so little
and running around everywhere, you're tired and old." I felt ashamed of myself. She
came to see me at noon and in the evening, but I was listless and helpless to look at her, unable to even lift my eyelids
. After everyone else left, she sat by my bedside, looking at me, changing my IV drip, peeling an apple for me, and
telling me about how some men had been groping and trying to take advantage of her while she was working as a hostess at the dance hall: "I yelled at him."
I asked, "Who was he?" She said it was a bearded man.
I immediately guessed it was Old Wang from Shaanxi. No wonder, he and his wife had been living apart for a long time, only
seeing each other a few times a year. I said, "Never mind." It
was already eleven o'clock, and I thought she had to get up at four o'clock the next morning to make fast food, so I told her to go. She bent down and kissed
my cheek and left.
On the fourth day, I was returning to Beijing. She was probably busy and didn't come. I felt regretful, but I also
left with the happiness and longing of seeing her again.

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