Women of Those Years 01~02

Chapter 1 Elementary School Teacher (1)
My name is Zheng Hongpeng. I was born in a remote mountain village in northern China. I moved to the county town when I was 10. My elementary,
middle years were uneventful. My grades were never top-notch, but they were always among the top. After the scorching
July 7th, I was a bit dumbfounded when I finally got my grades. My Chinese score was extremely poor. I guess I went off-topic in the essay.
Anyway
, I only got a little over 70 points in Chinese, and my total score was one point short of the key school line. After communicating with my parents and teachers, I decided to get tutoring. Those who have experienced tutoring will understand, and those who haven't will find it hard to describe. How to put it? It's
a mix of boredom and disappointment. Of course, this feeling is not the focus of today's discussion. During my year of tutoring, I
met the first woman in my life. She was an intern elementary school teacher named Chu Jiahe. She
graduated from a provincial normal college. She was 23 years old that year, and I was 19.
Meeting Jiahe was purely a coincidence within an inevitability. Why is it considered inevitable? In the 1980s, the country
allowed two children for a period of time, and I was one of those born into this generation. I have an older sister named Zheng Hongyan,
who is five years older than me. As our generation grew up, the number of students exploded. Our
county only had one high school, and children from all over the surrounding villages flocked there. The school dormitories were already overcrowded,
so bunk beds were pushed together to accommodate three people. Because of my parents' work, I still needed to
live on campus . At that time, the school's teaching staff couldn't keep up, and many new teachers were hired. These teachers also needed accommodation,
so the school, anticipating this, built a three-story building on a vacant lot during the summer vacation. The first floor served as the new teachers'
dormitory , the second floor as the dormitory for students who had exceeded the key university entrance exam cutoff but chose to receive remedial tutoring, and the third floor as
the dormitory for top-performing boarding students in their grade.
Jiahe's uncle (in northern China, this refers to the child of one's father's brother) was a director in our high school.
After Jiahe's internship, her brother arranged for her to stay in this dormitory. Teachers' dormitories are usually shared by two people, but Jiahe, who came
later , moved into the room next to the bathroom on the first floor, alone. I lived in the second-floor dormitory for remedial students,
also with two people. My other roommate was even worse off; she scored over 60 points above the key university admission line but missed out on applying to Xi'an Jiaotong University.
In such a small place, we saw each other all the time, and after a while, we all became
familiar with each other . But why do I say it was a coincidence? If it weren't for what happened that day, my relationship with Jiahe might
have ended at just being familiar with each other.
What happened? It all started in our senior year of high school. At the beginning of our senior year, a new batch of students joined our class .
They were students with relatively poor college entrance exam scores, unable to even get into remedial classes, and had to join the senior class as transfer students. Among
these students was a girl named Li Jing, who was assigned to be my deskmate. Li Jing was pretty and spoke softly
. So I was quite satisfied with being assigned this deskmate. I guess the saying "big breasts, no brains" applies here; Li Jing
loved studying, but she was just not very bright, so she would often ask me for help with problems, and I was happy to oblige, so we quickly
became familiar. Later, I discovered that Li Jing frequently received letters, about one a week. We got to know each other better, and I learned that she
had a boyfriend who used to be in the same grade but a different class, and now he was going to university in Nanjing. When I first found out
, I was a little jealous. Back then, people weren't as precocious as they are now, and our area was relatively underdeveloped
. Don't laugh, but high school was the age when people really started to have crushes, so I was clueless and didn't
take it too seriously .
We continued our lukewarm relationship like this. I helped her with her problems, and she helped me with my laundry.
Feelings gradually grew, but I didn't really realize it myself. Near the end of the semester,
one afternoon Li Jing's eyes were red. After asking, I learned that they had broken up. My emotional intelligence suddenly skyrocketed at that moment;
I told her to take the evening off, and I would go for a walk with her. We talked about going for a walk, but in our county, there's only one place
to go:
the South Square. It's not far from the school, and since we didn't eat in the cafeteria that night, I took her to the South Square. As we walked,
Li Jing murmured to me that her grades were actually quite bad, and she was also slow-witted. She often asked me questions, hoping to get
into a university in Nanjing next year, not even just to be in the same city as me. But what she got in return was a cruel breakup from her boyfriend.
In his letter, he said
she didn't understand romance, that being with her was like playing house, and after thinking about it for a long time, he decided to end it. At this point, Li Jing stopped, looked up, and asked me if she was really that slow-witted. I said I'd never been in
a relationship , and I didn't know what he meant by "playing house" or "romance," but as I understood it, dating
is like playing house first; you have to play house well before you can settle down.
At this point, a strange light flashed in Li Jing's eyes. But at that time, I really didn't understand women, so
I added, "If she leaves, she leaves. You'll meet someone who's willing to play house with you." She hesitantly
told me she knew. Then there was silence, followed by other topics. In the days that followed, the pressure of
senior was overwhelming, and before we knew it, it was July 7th. After the college entrance exam, on July 10th, our class
had a farewell dinner. Everyone got drunk. In my hazy state, Li Jing asked me, "Did you also think I was stupid?" I
said no.
She asked again, "Then why did you encourage me to find someone willing to play house with me?" I
was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, I wanted to say I was willing to play house with you, but I was afraid of being rejected and feeling awkward." She stared at me
for a while, then suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Are you even a man? Do you have to make a girl confess to you?" And just like that, our
relationship was defined. The next day, we spent the whole day together, and in the afternoon, she insisted on going back to her family's house in the countryside to help
with chores .
After that, it was time to apply for universities based on our scores. She passed the second-tier admission line and applied to a second-tier university
in another province, Shandong. I chose to retake the exam, and we agreed that I would get into that city next year. She went back to her hometown to do
farm work . Her father saw her off when she left, but I didn't go. Unexpectedly, we wouldn't see each other again
for eight years. After retaking the exam, we kept in touch by letter, called each other on weekends, or video chatted online—
not as convenient as text messages are now.
One weekend after October 1st, as usual, we went online and arranged to call each other (we always arranged a time and
called from a public phone). On the phone, her tone was very low. I was still chatting about all sorts of things when she suddenly
said, "Hongpeng, let's break up." I was stunned. After a long pause, I asked her why. She said, "There's
no reason. We're not suitable. Let's break up. I'm sorry." Then there was only a dial tone. I kept calling back.
The phone rang, but no one answered. I called many times, and a man's voice
answered each time. She left. I ran to an internet cafe like a madman, leaving her messages on QQ, typing a lot of words, but her avatar remained offline and no one replied. Leaving the internet cafe, I bought
a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and wandered aimlessly, drinking as I walked. October in the north was already a bit chilly, but today it felt especially
cold. I don't even know how I got back to my dorm. Entering the building, I suddenly felt dizzy and staggered
all the to the first-floor bathroom. I turned on the tap and splashed water on my face, but my stomach
churned and I vomited uncontrollably. Just then, someone came into the bathroom. I glanced back, but before I could see anything clearly,
I passed out.
When I woke up, I was lying on a bed, my head throbbing. I slowly opened my eyes, and a large
woman's face was less than 30 centimeters away from me, looking down at me.
"You're awake," she said.
"Where is this?" I was too embarrassed to look at her face and turned away. The room was simply furnished. There
was a small desk next to the bed with a pen holder and a stack of books, and a dressing table next to it.
"The dormitory. You really are a disgrace to us northerners, look at you, so drunk." She walked to a chair and
sat down, giggling. "This is the first floor. You're from the tutoring center upstairs, right? I've seen you before. My name is
Chu Jiahe , a teacher at the elementary school across the street."
"Yeah, my name is Zheng Hongpeng. You look familiar. I'm so sorry, you've made a fool of yourself, it's embarrassing." I
felt embarrassed by what she said.
"What's embarrassing?" she asked with interest.
"Being drunk is embarrassing, like you said, it's embarrassing for us northern men." I don't know
if I was blushing at the time, but I scratched my head and said.
"Then why did you get drunk?" she continued to ask, smiling at me.
"Well, don't say it, it's even more embarrassing." I got up to stand up and realized I wasn't even wearing underwear. My
face flushed red, and I quickly lay down and covered myself with the blanket. "This...this...I don't know anything, I'm sorry."
"You little pervert, saying you don't know anything? I picked you up yesterday, and you started touching me, and now
you're denying it!" she said, feigning anger.
"Really, I didn't, I...I don't know...I'm...I'm sorry," I stammered, trying hard to recall
what happened yesterday, but I could only remember turning around in the bathroom and seeing someone come in, and then I couldn't remember anything else.
"Um, I'll take responsibility..." I couldn't remember, and I didn't know what I had done, but suddenly I thought of a very
erotic scene, and my penis involuntarily became erect.
"How will you take responsibility?" She giggled, looking at me with great interest, and suddenly her face turned red too
. I followed her gaze and saw that my penis had pitched a tent under the blanket. "What nonsense are you thinking? You
didn't do anything, you just kept calling someone's name. If I said you were a pervert, you really are a pervert."
She said, and continued to glance at the tent.
"Oh. It's alright as long as nothing happened." I quickly turned to the side, hiding my embarrassment, and said with
a sigh of relief, but also a hint of disappointment. "It's all in the past, I'm so sorry you had to see this." Remembering that I hadn't
answered her question about why I was drunk, I quickly added, also changing the subject .
"Being drunk isn't laughable, there's nothing wrong with a man being sentimental." She suddenly stood up and squatted down, not far from my face
, her tone suddenly very low.
"It's not shameful, it's not shameful..." I was turned to the side at the time, with nowhere to hide, my heart pounding, I didn't
know .
"You've gone crazy from drinking." She straightened up and picked up a bunch of keys on the table, "These are from your pocket
, I washed your clothes, you threw up all over yourself, all watery." Her tone contained a hint of
reproach, and my heart pounded even harder. "Which one is your dorm key? I'll go find you some clothes."
I reached out to take the keys, and inadvertently touched her hand, it was cold, and I felt my heart tremble
with , I could clearly feel her pause for a moment. "This is it." To hide my bewilderment, I hurriedly
found the key to my dorm room and handed it to her again.
"Wait here." She took the key, turned, and left.
Looking at the closed door, I couldn't help but recall Li Jing's resolute voice from yesterday, and a wave of disappointment washed over me;
then I thought of Chu Jiahe's unfathomable thoughts; my head throbbed with increasing pain. Women, I
shook my head with a bitter smile, deciding not to think about it anymore. Just then, the door opened, and Chu Jiahe walked in, tossing
a set of .
"Change into these," she said.
"Could you please leave for a moment?" I asked her, wrapped in the blanket, embarrassed.
"Tch, it's not like I haven't seen it before." She turned and walked away.
"Thank you." Her words made me incredibly awkward, and remembering how she helped me undress, my previously soft penis
hardened again.
"I've not only seen it," she suddenly turned back, pulled the blanket up from my waist,
and grabbed my erect penis. "I've even touched it."

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