My passionate night with a married woman

This entirely fictional story, any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental, takes place in a large coastal city in country Z. That year,
Aoi Sora had already been thoroughly exploited, and I had also been thoroughly exploited by university. I was twenty-two years old, a confused
age , but even more confusing was that I was unemployed right after graduation, my father fell ill, and my girlfriend ran off with someone else.
After graduation, my girlfriend and I searched for jobs repeatedly without success, so we went to work at a pet shop. A month ago,
I discovered that she had bathed a pet on a customer's bed. After desperately trying to get her back, I tearfully and helplessly accepted
the cruel reality.
At the pet shop, I had a miserable day every day. The wages were low, the boss was mean, and my colleagues bullied me. Until one day, I
met the woman who hated me to the core but later dragged me into working at a women's prison.
The reason she hated me so much was because I had taken advantage of her while she was drunk.
On the day the story begins, I was at work as usual. After cleaning up the messy pet shop, I walked out of the shop,
bought a five-yuan pack of soft white dog food at the convenience store next door, and leaned wearily against the wall to light a cigarette. There's no
hope , and no reason to die. All my former ideals have vanished; every day feels like a living death.
A row of people sat on the steps outside the shop, young and old, men and women. A fair-skinned
little girl sat there, sweaty, her bra barely concealed beneath her school uniform. Youth, so lovely.
I watched the little girl, a cigarette dangling from my lips. She blinked at me while talking on the phone, then looked
towards the roadside. I took two more puffs. A BMW pulled up beside me. The little girl walked over. Youth, so
lovely .
The little girl opened the BMW door and got in. The driver was a bald, middle-aged man wearing sunglasses. He hugged
the little girl, his dark hands reaching for her.
I cursed inwardly, "Beast."
Damn it, I realized. This dazzling, decadent city isn't a paradise for a country boy.
"Zhang Fan, what are you doing? Slacking off again?" A gruff voice startled me from my reverie.
I turned my head and saw the shop manager, He Hua, whose godfather was the boss; we called her Sister Hua. She was glaring at me coldly.
I threw away my cigarette butt and asked obsequiously, "What can I do for you, Sister Hua?"
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
"I'm working myself to the bone in this shop, while you're all idle, hiding here smoking and being lazy. You have no ambition whatsoever.
No wonder your girlfriend ran off with a rich guy."
Looking at her thin, red lips, I had already cursed them a hundred times in my mind.
My girlfriend's infidelity was undoubtedly a huge blow to me, and to make matters worse, every day at work I had to receive well-meaning
reminders : "You can't even do this simple thing right, no wonder your girlfriend ran off with someone else! You can't even bathe a dog
properly, no wonder your girlfriend ran off with someone else! You can't even mop the floor properly, no wonder your girlfriend ran off with someone else. "
My girlfriend running off with someone else has nothing to do with how well I mop the floor.
"A customer called and wants us to come and bathe their pet! Get to work quickly!" She shoved the service
form into my hand.
In this hopeless pet shop, I did hopeless work, received hopeless pay. The boss was too cunning, and the subordinates were
too naive. A raise was a fairy tale; overtime was the reality of the current situation.
Fine, I might as well quit. I gritted my teeth and thought for a long time. Sigh, never mind, I'll wait until I find a new job.
Holding the service slip, I went to that luxurious residential area. After being questioned twice by security guards, I found
the customer 's door.
The door opened, and I was stunned. A beautiful woman, wearing an expensive silk nightgown, her hair flowing sensually
, tall and voluptuous, exuding a mature yet alluring charm—a single glance could stir up impure thoughts. A whiff of
alcohol mixed with her body odor wafted towards me.
I, in my dirty work clothes, holding a pet washing basin and other supplies, stood before her, and
a wave of inexplicable inferiority washed over me, an inferiority that made me feel utterly worthless, like a rotten chrysanthemum blooming. I whispered to her that I was
an employee of the pet shop.
"I called three days ago, and you're only just arriving? What kind of service is this at your pet shop?" she
complained with eyes that were both alluring and sharp.
I apologized softly, "I'm sorry, miss, we've been quite busy lately, and we're short-staffed."
"Change your shoes. The cat's in the kitchen; go find it yourself," she said, looking at my dirty
shoes , her tone commanding.
I changed into slippers and went into her house. Her house was luxuriously decorated, high-end and elegant, with a huge wall-mounted TV, a white wedding dress on the large
sofa , some food on the coffee table, and a half-empty bottle of liquor.
I went into the kitchen. There were several McDonald's takeout bags on the kitchenware. In the corner of that luxurious kitchen,
a white Pomeranian was eating McDonald's chicken wings. In this world, even dogs eat better than me.
I waited until it finished eating, then picked it up. Looking at the two chicken wings left on its plate, I swallowed hard. It was
dinnertime. I carried it into the bathroom and started giving the puppy a bath.
The woman was in the living room, arguing with her boyfriend on the phone: "Get your fox cat away from me,
or I'll take it to the vet. Get this straight, this is my house, not yours. Sorry, I can't forgive you.
You have plenty of beautiful women out there; marry whoever you want, just don't come looking for me again!"
I secretly glanced into the living room; she tossed her phone onto the sofa, picked up a bottle of liquor, and took a few sips.
Another one heartbroken.
She suddenly turned to look at me, her sharp gaze piercing, startling me so much that I quickly lowered my head to continue
drying .
"The vet, the vet!" she called.
"What is it?" I felt uneasy. My girlfriend and I both studied psychology, a niche field where jobs
are hard to find. One day, during a job interview, we met the owner of our pet shop, who said, "You psychology students are in medicine, and we
veterinarians are in medicine too; it's all pretty much the same." Our boss is so clever.
I washed my hands, came out, and asked her what was wrong.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
"Yes."
"Give me one." Her voice sounded off.
I walked over, took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, and offered them to her. She reached for them, and my heart skipped a beat
. The cigarette fell to the ground. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her once bright eyes were now bloodshot; she had
clearly just been crying.
I quickly looked away, unable to bear looking at her.
Since the cigarette was on the ground, I hurriedly took out another one for her. She took it and said, "Lighter."
I lit it for her.
On her hand was a long, deep scar, fresh, the blood still slightly damp. She
had a similar scar on her other hand.
I told her I was done, meaning I wanted her to pay me.
She didn't speak, just kept looking at her phone, texting and smoking. I didn't dare sit down, afraid of dirtying the sofa.
Looking at her, beautiful and voluptuous, with round breasts and snow-white skin, I couldn't help but swallow hard.
After almost finishing her cigarette, she threw the butt on the floor and said, "What kind of cigarette is so awful!"
I felt a surge of anger. If I had money, who would want to smoke a five-dollar cigarette? I said unhappily,
"Either don't smoke it, or don't complain."
She glared at me, and I didn't dare meet her gaze, looking away.
"Is the cat washed?" she asked.
I said yes. I didn't know why she called that Pomeranian a cat.
"I... I'll go get you the money." She stood up and swayed towards the room; she had already finished the bottle
of liquor .
As she approached the bathroom door, she glanced inside, went in, and then shouted at me, "Veterinarian!
Come here!"
I rushed over, "What's wrong?"
"You used my towel to bathe the cat!" she demanded aggressively.
"I was adjusting the water temperature with the showerhead and accidentally spilled some on the towel," I told the truth.
"There's hair on it! And you're still trying to deny it!" she snapped. Sure enough
, there was dog hair on the towel. I didn't know how it got there, but it really wasn't me who put it there. I
explained, "I didn't use your towel to bathe the cat. We have our own towels, and we take them home
to wash and disinfect them after each use."
"Then why is there hair on the towel?" she interrupted loudly.
"I said we have our own towels! Are you trying to cause trouble?!" I snapped back.
"You dare yell at me? Fine, I'll complain about you right now." She pushed me aside, left the bathroom, picked up
her phone and called the clinic. "Your veterinarian who came to my house had such terrible service! He used my towel to wipe the cat's body
and then denied it, and he even dared to yell at me!"
I heard our boss on the other end of the line apologizing profusely.
Oh no, I'm going to get yelled at again when I get back.
After hanging up, she went into the room, took out her wallet, pulled out a wad of loose change, and threw it at me with
disgust : "Take it!"
In her eyes, I wasn't even worth a dog. I watched the money scatter, one bill at a time, like my shattered,
cheap self-respect, scattered all over the floor. My anger flared up instantly. I walked over and slapped her hard across the face.
The loud cracking sound made my hand ache from the impact.
She was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses and exploded: "You dare hit me! No one has ever hit me in my life!
I'll kill you!"
Unexpectedly, she immediately attacked me, grabbing a wine bottle from the tea table and smashing it over my shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't flinch. The bottle slammed into my chest. Women can be terrifying when they're in a rage. She lunged at me,
slapping me back, but luckily I reacted quickly and grabbed her arm. She tried to break free, but I held her
other hand tightly. We wrestled together, and I pushed her down onto the sofa, landing on top of her.
Her face flushed red. "Let me go!"
she cried. "I'll let you go, you son of a bitch! You got dumped by a guy and got drunk, taking it out on me!" I yelled.
With both her hands held, she bit my palm.
I cried out in pain as a deep gash appeared on my hand, blood seeping from it. The pain only
fueled my rage.
"You bitch, you dare bite me!" I bit her arm back. She moved her arm away,
but her mouth met mine as she turned. I was about to bite her hard when I realized we were kissing. My head spun,
and I yelled, "You dare bite me? I'll make you pay!"
When people act impulsively, they become devils.
I was consumed by rage and completely lost my mind.
Chapter 002: Actions Made in a Moment
of Impulsiveness. She screamed and struggled violently, but no matter how strong she was, she was still a woman.
Knowing things were going badly, she tried to make a final stand, reaching out to push me away, shouting, "Get out! You
filthy veterinarian! Let me go! I…"
After that, I got off her and saw that she had been crying for a long time, silent and
lost in thought.
As soon as I turned my head back, she secretly picked up a wine bottle from the ground and smashed it over my head.
I collapsed to the floor, a sharp pain as if my head had been ripped off. She got off
the sofa and sat on me, raising the bottle: "How dare you do this to me..."
She didn't bring it down, but I grabbed the bottle and choked her. At that moment, I felt my
life was truly threatened; she wanted me dead! Even animals have
the instinct to fight and survive before being slaughtered.
I pushed her away, sat up, my head still spinning, but I didn't let go of her throat.
She leaned against the sofa, uttering an incomplete sentence: "You dare... kill me..."
Seeing her like this, I went again.
I knocked the bottle from her hand and pinned her to the bed.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
We both fell silent. I stopped moving, and she stopped making a fuss, her face completely pale.
I was a rapist, so I was afraid; I didn't know what she was afraid of.
Then there was the sound of a lock opening.
"Quick, get dressed!" she said hastily.
"Oh, oh." I was stunned, my mind blank, and I pulled up my pants.
She quickly dressed as well and tidied her hair.
The door opened, and five or six aunties came in, looking at us.
Luckily, we were both dressed.
She said to the auntie who came in first, "Mom, what brings you here?"
"Did you and Wenhao have a fight? You were getting married, why are you breaking up..." The
auntie looked at me curiously.
All the aunties were looking at me.
"The vet from the pet shop, I asked him to come and bathe Wenhao's cat," she explained to the aunties.
Then she bent down, picked up the money scattered on the ground, and gave it to me, saying softly, "Go now, right now."
My mind was still basically blank, my heart was pounding, I said "Oh," and put the money in my pocket.
Her mother brought several aunties into the house, and they all praised the house's grandeur and beauty. No one suspected anything about us.
I went to the door to change my shoes and heard her mother exclaim, "What happened to your face? Did Wenhao
hit you?"
"Tingting, he hit you!" The aunties and uncles crowded around.
I closed the door and slipped away like a thief...
Would she call the police and arrest me? I kept thinking about this the whole way.
I touched the bump on my head and looked at the teeth marks on my hand. This woman was definitely not the kind of person who would
swallow .
The reason she told me to leave quickly was probably out of helplessness. She was a
woman , and she had been raped by a pet shop worker. If those aunties and uncles found out, would she still have
the face to live? So, I was certain she wouldn't call the police.
I should thank those chattering aunties, otherwise she wouldn't have let me go so easily.
But I was also afraid that she would use other methods to retaliate against me later. Her family was so rich; it would be easy for her to target a poor guy like me
.
Back at the pet shop, I was surprised to learn from Sister Hua that I'd been fired by the boss. The reason? Another
customer complaint—five complaints this month. Watching her incessant, repulsive
lips moving as she berated me, I wanted to slap her across the face and then curse her a thousand times.
I changed my clothes at the pet shop and sat on the roadside steps, my ears ringing. The sounds of car engines and
people talking made my ears feel like a mushy mess. I was unemployed again; the straw I'd just grasped at
was gone. I felt a deep fear of this city. Watching the migrant workers leaning against their burlap sacks, playing cards,
I felt they were much happier than me. They had companions; they could weather the storms and dangers together,
while I had to fight alone. No one knew my grievances; I could only swallow my tears.
I felt like crying. I didn't know what my future held, whether I could
survive ; if I couldn't, what would I do?
My father was seriously ill, and my mother had difficulty walking and couldn't do heavy work. How could such a family leave
me? But if I don't work in the city, how can I pay off the family's loans and earn money for my father's medical treatment? If
I stay at home, how can life get better?
I sat there for an unknown amount of time, then stood up and spat at the pet shop. "Damn it! One day when I'm rich,
I'll throw money in your face and kill you!"
Perhaps I was just trying to comfort myself.
I went to the square across the street. There were couples whispering sweet nothings, laughing children, and
elderly people strolling leisurely—a standard scene of city life, a standard scene of city life,
yet it didn't belong to me. On both sides of the square were restaurants. I saw overweight chefs in white
coats tossing woks, the flames reflecting on their sweat-drenched faces; tables were filled
with diners, laughing and chatting, clinking glasses, happiness radiating from their faces. Yet, all of this still didn't belong to me.
I was like a stone, thrown into this city, ignored and forgotten.
I bought a bowl of beef noodles and brought it back to my rented room.
The room was located in a slum in an urban village, in a dark alleyway. It was a single room with a bathroom, a
small, broken window, freezing in winter and sweltering in summer, with no air conditioning. I turned
on my secondhand laptop, which I'd bought in college, and started looking for jobs online while eating my noodles.
After submitting a few resumes, I clicked on the civil service exam website on the main page and downloaded a job posting.
While browsing, I saw a position in the women's prison system that specifically recruited men. I laughed out loud. "Damn," I thought, "
women's prisons recruiting male guards! Interestingly, the major required is psychology."
I chuckled and moved on to other positions.
After getting tired of that, I opened the news and read a few articles about cracking down on prostitution.
Seeing all those beautiful women—long legs, high breasts, black stockings, fair skin—being arrested, I
suddenly thought, "Where will these women be sent after they're arrested? Prison, right?"
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head. Women's prisons are full of women! So many people, surely there are some beautiful women among
them? For a country bumpkin like me, with no background, no money, no connections, and no ability, getting ahead is too difficult. Those
fairy tales of striving for wealth and marrying goddesses are unlikely to happen to me. Why not try my luck at a women's prison?
It's a civil service position, after all. What if I actually get in? With so many women in the prison, wouldn't I be ruling over them all
? A surge of secret joy filled me, and I excitedly applied for a position in the women's prison system. In that moment, my brain was in a frenzy;
I forgot about the existence of unspoken rules.
In the following days, I searched for a job while simultaneously studying for the exam. Heaven didn't bestow any great responsibilities upon me,
but it still tormented my mind, strained my body, and starved me. During this period, not only did I fail the written exam, but
I also couldn't find a job.
My written exam score was fourth, and the top three were the ones who made it to the interview. Damn it!
This is ridiculous! And the third-place candidate only scored one point higher than me—
just one point! I almost fainted.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, things took a turn for the better. I received a notification that although I hadn't made it to the interview stage,
the person who ranked first was accused of cheating, and since I ranked fourth, my spot was moved up to the next person in line.
Afraid I'd misheard, I checked my computer again, and it really was! I was so happy I almost
fainted.
On the day of the interview, I wore a suit and dress shoes, feeling incredibly nervous, without a trace of excitement. I had applied to
at least twenty companies, but had been rejected by most for various reasons.
I left home at 2 PM. When I arrived at the interview location, I was the last one. The guy in front of me burst into tears as soon
as he came out of the interview office, probably because he had failed the test, which made me anxious. When it was my turn, I entered the office. There were five interviewers, all women, and a , presumably their manager, looking out the window with her back to me. The interviewers remained silent, staring intently at me until I felt uneasy, and then they told me they were testing my composure under pressure. Little did I know they were testing me. They just stared at me blankly for almost ten minutes, without saying a word. Besides greeting them, I didn't know how to introduce myself or what to say. My nervousness was transformed into confusion, my confusion into frustration, and my frustration into near-collapse.

Just as I was about to give up and ask them what I should do, a woman spoke up: "Zhang Fan, your
resume doesn't list any work experience. Haven't you ever worked before?"
I blushed and said, "I worked at a pet shop for a while after graduation."
As soon as I finished speaking, the tall woman who had been standing by the window turned around—it was the woman I had raped!
She stared at me with a cold, aloof gaze, arrogant and ruthless, mixed with resentment.
I don't know how to describe this absurd situation. That woman was the interviewer, and seemingly in a
very important position. My mind went completely blank. Even after the interview ended and I came outside, I was still in shock
. All I could say about the interview was, "Damn it."
Aside from my psychology background, which was a slight advantage, I knew
nothing And that woman—her cold gaze—she must still hate me. How
could she possibly let me go in?
I walked back to the square, sat down, and smoked. My heart sank into an abyss, feeling like I
had fallen into the ocean.
This is the city sky, where white streetlights and colorful neon lights adorn the night sky with beauty and
charm; this is the bustling metropolis, where towering buildings stand side by side, reflecting each other's brilliance.
In the lit windows of those buildings, heartwarming family scenes are unfolding: a wife has prepared a table
of steaming , fragrant dishes, waiting for her husband to return; or a husband embraces his wife, nestled on the sofa watching
television…
They were born in this city, they grew up without worrying about food or clothing, they always had plenty of spare change,
they didn't have to work for their parents, they could get into university with relatively low scores, they fell in love in university,
they returned to this familiar city after graduation, they enjoyed the benefits of company-provided housing with minimal expense,
they married, they had children, and their children continued to enjoy this… The city offers all sorts of power and preferential
treatment…
I was born in a remote rural area. As a child, I was always hungry and cold. Every day I had to walk dozens of miles through the mountains
to go to school. After returning home, I still had to help my parents with farm work. My family was very poor. My going to school meant my older sister had to
drop out. My family couldn't afford to send two children to school. I studied desperately and finally got into university. However
, all I learned in university was to bury myself in books. My hometown had no youth center, no art classes, no summer camps. I
worked as a tutor and odd jobs at university.
Finally, a girl took a liking to me, a poor student from the countryside. After graduation, she left me.
After graduation, I either returned to my impoverished hometown or stayed in the city to work. I
worked , toiling tirelessly every day, but I dared not get sick, for a single illness would wipe out my savings. I
couldn't enjoy any welfare benefits in this city because I didn't have a local household registration, because my name
was "migrant worker."
At this moment, while you are whispering sweet nothings to your wife in a high-rise building, I, who also went to university, am suffering from hunger and cold in
the train station square. And all of this is because you were born in the city, and I was born in the countryside.
The greatest inequality in life is the inequality of birth.
With a cold heart and a weary body, I returned to my rented room, turned on my computer, and continued looking for a job. Even if
the whole world abandoned me, even though the whole world never needed me, I couldn't abandon myself.
While browsing the web, my phone rang. An unfamiliar number.
After answering, a cold woman asked, "Is this Zhang Fan?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"The women's prison. You've been accepted!"
Before I could react, the other party hung up.
Chapter 003 An Unexpected Entry
I was stunned for a long time. I was accepted into the women's prison! I was so excited I couldn't speak, and two streams of tears
flowed down my tough-guy face.
Past sordidness is nothing to boast about; today I roam the world freely. Riding the spring breeze, I see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day.
That night, I happily ate a large bowl of beef noodles, added a dish of peanuts, and a ten-yuan bottle of
baijiu .
After calling home to report the news, my father was so excited he couldn't speak for a long time. In their
eyes , I was now a citizen of the country, working for the government, and destined to be an official. This was a momentous
event that would bring glory to the family.
But then I thought, why would that woman be so kind? I raped her, and she still let me pass the exam
. She's not the kind person who repays evil with kindness. Thinking about the night she smashed a bottle over my head still
hurts. Did she let me in and then slowly torture me
? I couldn't understand it.
I didn't care how she dealt with me, or whether she would deal with me at all. In any case, I was going to work in the women's prison. I
'd deal with whatever came my way.
Five days later, I officially started work.
The taxi driver took the wrong route twice before finally finding
the gate of the suburban women's prison with the help of a mobile navigation app.
High walls, watchtowers, armed police on the watchtowers, a tall iron gate with the national emblem and large
rivets .
At the gate, I stopped and straightened my clothes, which had been disheveled from the crowded bus ride.
"Who goes there? This is a prison, get out of here!" someone shouted through the glass window of the concrete gate.
It was a small, square window, about a meter in size, secured with iron bars.
I immediately went over and explained who I was.
The guard, a woman, saw that I was a man and immediately began questioning me like a proctor. Only after
I produced the official document did someone inside make a phone call to let me in.
A moment later, a small iron gate next to the main gate clattered open, and someone inside called out, "
Zhang Fan ! Come in!"
I went in, and the female guard searched me, taking my phone and keys.
"Go in."
As I entered, a plump woman with a gloomy face stood before me.
"Hello, sir, I'm the new intern." I didn't know how to address her. But calling her "sir"
was definitely the right thing to do. Once inside the institution, everyone feels like a leader, and addressing someone with such respect is sure to please.
After greeting her, I asked how to address her, and the plump woman said curtly that her surname was Ma.
She told me to wait a moment, then went into the guardhouse.
I looked around the prison.
A sinister, eerie atmosphere enveloped me; high walls and barbed wire fences surrounded it, though it was just an iron gate and a wall separating us.
Yet, it separated us from the world.
Unlike what I saw on TV, the empty playground was deserted, not a single female prisoner in sight.
Was this like when we were in elementary school, now locked up and only released for exercises?
There were many modern buildings in the distance, but they all made me uneasy.
Suddenly, the fat woman appeared and said, "Come with me!"
I asked where my phone and keys were.
She snorted and yelled, "What do you think this is, your school? You
have to !"
Damn, is she going through menopause? She could have just said something, why yell?
I was annoyed, but I couldn't offend her, so I cautiously asked Sister Ma where we were going.
"Just come with me, why ask so many questions?" The fat woman's attitude was terrible, as if I owed her
money. Later I found out that I had gotten in for her cousin, which was why she held such
a grudge against me.
"I was just asking casually," I muttered.
The fat woman immediately snapped, "If you don't want to work here, you can leave. Get out now!"
I was furious, but if I argued with her, I knew I'd face a lot of trouble later, so I had
to extinguish the fire.
The fat woman led me to a building, upstairs, and into an office. She told me to wait outside
while knocked on the door. A woman's voice came from inside, "Come in.
" The fat woman immediately went in, bowing and scraping like a lapdog: "Director Kang, didn't our unit hire
a clerk? He's here now. Would you like to meet him?"
The woman's voice from inside replied, "Oh, come in."
I knocked and went in. I saw a woman in her thirties, with a graceful figure, sitting behind a desk,
staring at a computer screen. She had fair skin and an intellectual air about her. Full-figured and mature. Her face might not be as
captivating as her figure, but she was definitely a beauty. I'm naturally drawn to
women with fair skin and a mature appearance, and I was completely mesmerized.
Seeing me come in, she glanced at me, and our eyes met, her gaze fixed on me with a lecherous glint. Just that one extra
look at me in the crowd nearly gave me internal injuries.
She gave me a formal smile: "Xiao Zhang, have a seat. You look quite dashing. Sister Ma, please arrange a dormitory for
Xiao . I'd like to chat with him."
The plump woman nodded and went out.
As she stood up, she said to me, "Xiao Zhang, have a seat, don't be shy. I'm Kang Xue, the instructor. You
can call me Sister Kang. You're new here, so get familiar with things first. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Sitting on the sofa, I accepted the water that Instructor Kang poured for me. I was somewhat flattered. She was my superior, and she even
offered to pour me water. This made me feel that Instructor Kang was a very kind, considerate, and gentle person, like an older sister. I politely
replied, "Thank you, Sister Kang."
Sister Kang seemed a little surprised that I addressed her so directly as "Sister Kang." A strange look flashed in her eyes. She sat back down
at the computer, picked up the mouse, and started scrolling. The image reflected in her glasses startled me.
I saw the image reflected on the computer screen through her glasses, and I was shocked. In broad daylight, in
an office with people coming and going, she was looking at those kinds of pictures.
"Xiao Zhang, from now on you'll be a member of our women's prison. I see you're polite and quite sensible; I
'll definitely work hard in your future work. I'll help you arrange your dormitory and office later."
Although she maintained a good balance in her conversation, the strange light in her eyes told me
perfectly well this woman was in love. They say women aren't promiscuous in their twenties, they are in their thirties, and they're at their peak in their forties—that's
so true.
I cursed her inwardly, but said aloud, "Thank you, Sister Kang. I'm new to this job and not familiar with many things.
Please forgive me if I do anything wrong."
Instructor Kang talked to me about some things about the women's prison and also about my job. Because many
female prisoners have some psychological problems, they need a psychological counselor. My job is to provide
psychological counseling to female prisoners. Several female psychological counselors had been hired before, but they quit for various reasons, so they found
a man. After saying that, she gave me a formal reply: "Xiao Zhang, you'd better work hard, withstand the pressure,
and not let the organization down."
I thought to myself, what pressure is there?
At that time, I didn't understand the situation at all; I was too naive and didn't know the treacherous nature of the world.
As she was talking, the fat woman surnamed Ma came and knocked on the door: "Instructor Kang, it's me."
Instructor Kang let her in, stood up, and walked to me. I quickly stood up. She reached out and patted my
shoulder: "Xiao Zhang, go to the dormitory with Sister Ma first. Find me after you've settled into your accommodation."
Instructor Kang said, increasing the pressure on her shoulder.
I nodded and said okay, then followed the fat woman surnamed Ma out. Following
the fat woman, I didn't want to talk to her to avoid getting scolded, so I obediently followed her and let her take me
to the dormitory.
As we passed a fenced-off playground, the fat woman turned back and instructed me, "Don't look through
the fence !"
"Okay." I was curious. Why?
Damn it, why should I listen to you? You tell me not to look, but I'll look anyway. From a psychological
perspective , everyone has a tendency to act like a pervert; if you tell them not to do something, they'll do it anyway.
After walking a dozen steps, I shamelessly turned my head to look through the fence. Damn it, those people in dark,
uniform clothes—weren't they female prisoners? The female prisoners saw me too; there were quite a few of them.
At first, it was quiet. I was looking at them, and they were looking at me. Their gazes, initially
surprised and curious, slowly turned into strange stares.
Suddenly, a scream rang out from the playground: "A man! It's a man!"
A large group of women rushed over, screaming wildly through the barbed wire fence. The female prisoners reached
the fence, some reaching through the mesh, others climbing: "A man!
A man !"
The scene made me feel like a heinous public enemy, someone they wanted to tear to pieces and
devour . Watching this group of screaming, hysterical women, my legs trembled, fear
welled up inside me, and my mind went blank.
The female prisoners scrambled up the barbed wire, shaking it and screaming wildly, "Man! Man!" as they raced to break through
.
Sister Ma, walking in front of me, roared at them, "You bunch of sluts! Get lost! What are you doing? If you don't go
back, you'll all get points deducted!"
This roar and the threat of points deduction made the group of crazed female prisoners immediately stop what they were doing and obediently retreat
, glancing at me with the eyes of wolves eyeing their prey.
"Let go!" Sister Ma yelled at me.
I snapped out of my daze, terrified, and tightly gripped Sister Ma's clothes.
I quickly let go.
Sister Ma continued to berate me, "What are you doing in a women's prison, a grown man? Don't ever show your face in
front of !"
Damn it, is this my fault? Your prison is recruiting, you were taking me to the dormitory and we passed by here, how is
it my fault?
Looking back at the group of female prisoners, they were all staring at me like wolves.
"Two years ago, we brought a man into our ward," Sister Ma said, her face sour.
"A man?" I was shocked. A man coming into a women's prison? That was truly a rare thing.
"And then what happened?"
"Then this man was actually tortured to death by the women in the ward."
I was shocked again, my eyes turning towards the women's ward. What kind of women lived there?
Perhaps sex and freedom were their greatest desires during their time in prison.
"After that, didn't the prison discover any problems? Didn't the higher-ups know?"
"Why ask so many questions? Just don't wander around!"
"Is that so?" I was skeptical.
I had a vague feeling that this prison was far from as peaceful as it seemed; there must be
many .
I walked to the logistics department, and the older woman looked at me like I was an alien, staring at me with
a creepy feeling while handing me various accommodation supplies. As I left, she muttered something under her breath.
After walking for a while with these supplies, I arrived at the dormitory building at the back of the prison. This building housed prison
staff, meaning it was a women's dormitory, entirely for women.
At a glance, it was full of brightly colored girls' clothes. Sister Ma looked at me, snorted coldly,
and led me to the second floor.
My dorm room was in the far corner. The only thing missing from the clothesline was the wire outside the door
; looking out from there, the long corridor was lined with brightly colored girls' clothes.
Maybe it was during working hours, because the doors were all closed. But I was secretly amused; this whole dorm building was full of girls.
It was a two-person room, and I was the only guy in it, so I had one by myself. There were two beds, and I used one to
store my things. It had a table, chairs, air conditioning, everything—much better than a university dorm.
Sister Ma pointed to a chart on the wall and said, "These are the dorm rules and regulations, and the hygiene standards.
Read them carefully, or you'll complain about getting points deducted!"
I was so damn angry! What had I done to offend her? The way she acted, like she was treating me like a criminal
.
Chapter 004 The beautiful and charming female boss
packed her things and led me back to the office building. I looked around; there were many
buildings , many cells surrounded by iron fences—these were different prison areas—and some that looked like factories.
I opened my mouth to ask Sister Ma what these factories were for, but seeing her long face, I swallowed my words.
Sister Ma didn't take me to Instructor Kang, but instead led me to an office with a sign that read "Psychological
Counseling Room." She said coldly, "Remember, your office from now on is here. Don't
wander around. Stay in your office during work hours, and eat and go to sleep after work! If anything happens, don't blame me for
not warning you."
Her words carried a threatening tone.
I entered the office, which was quite large. Sister Ma took a book from her desk drawer and said to me, "These
are the prison rules. Take a good look at them. The phone can only make internal calls, not external ones. There are
all the department numbers under the glass of your desk. I'll bring you your uniform in a bit. Do you have any questions?"
Before I could reply, she coldly said, "Good, no questions." Then she walked straight out of the office and
left.
The empty room, the empty outside, the empty playground—just looking at all of this made me feel
incredibly oppressed. I felt like I was here to serve my sentence.
After sitting down, I flipped through the thick book of rules and regulations. The specific rules were detailed down to the exact time for breakfast
, but I was too lazy to read them all, so I looked at the contact list instead. There were so many people here—instructors, directors, departments, you name it. It seemed like
there were quite a few staff members.
I found a towel and started cleaning. Just then, the phone on the desk rang.
It was Instructor Kang calling, asking me to come and get my uniform.
When I got there, I saw Instructor Kang still sitting there looking at inappropriate pictures.
"Hello, Instructor Kang." I knocked on the door.
Instructor Kang saw me come in and said, "Xiao Zhang, sit down, sit down. How are you getting used to this environment?"
I said politely, "I'm getting used to it, thank you for your concern, Sister Kang."
Instructor Kang's face flushed slightly. She closed the webpage, straightened her chest, walked up to me, and leaned very close to my forehead. Although Instructor Kang was older than me, women of this age possessed a fatal, special charm
that young girls lacked . I glanced away from her staring eyes, secretly swallowed, and turned my face away. "Xiao Zhang, you newcomers are all like this when you first arrive. You'll get used to it gradually. There 's another new colleague who came in with you. We were thinking of holding a welcome ceremony for you. You see , there aren't many people in our unit now, but after work or when we have meetings, there will be quite a lot of people gathered together." I thought to myself, what kind of welcome ceremony can we hold in a prison? But then I thought, it's not a bad idea. We can hold a welcome ceremony and introduce me to the beautiful ladies who came earlier. Imagine the scene : the only man in this women's prison, surrounded by a throng of women, each with their own unique beauty and allure. "Xiao Zhang," Instructor Kang's voice pulled me back to reality. I gasped. "Our psychological counselors here mainly provide guidance and support to the female inmates. I've seen your resume ; you happen to be a psychology major..." Instructor Kang began explaining my job responsibilities. Looking at the beautiful Instructor Kang, my heart drifted back to her.

My subtle expressions were all noticed by the astute Coach Kang. She stood up and walked towards the door:
"Xiao Zhang, don't be nervous. Newcomers are all like this."
As she spoke, Coach Kang slammed the door shut.
I was both flustered and shocked. What was Coach Kang up
to? After closing the door, Coach Kang walked back to her desk, saying, "Xiao Zhang, as people get older, they have
more worries. You're a psychology teacher, could you take a look at me too?"
As she spoke, Coach Kang took the opportunity to lean closer to me.
I was startled and tried to move away, but Coach Kang looked at me and said, "It's quite hot."
At that moment, I couldn't help but feel excited.
Good heavens, how could she be so flirtatious? This is the office! I panicked, not knowing what to do.
After all, I'm still a young man full of vigor, and my instinctive impulse was hard to resist.
Seeing that I didn't move away, Coach Kang gazed at me affectionately. I didn't say anything.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out.
I was very nervous; this sudden action made me very uncomfortable.
Instructor Kang looked at me with affectionate eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"Instructor Kang... what are you doing?" I hurriedly grasped Instructor Kang's hand.
"I've been in prison for so long, my whole body aches. Why don't you give me a massage?" Instructor Kang
gently blew into my ear.
I was completely flustered. I was desperately trying to suppress the urge surging from deep within me.
"Xiao Zhang, could you give Sister Kang a massage?" Instructor Kang bent down and
breathed .
I thought to myself, if Instructor Kang, this young woman, continued like this, I would surely succumb. This was
an office , not a place for business. Besides, I was new here, unfamiliar
with the place and the people. This officialdom was full of treachery; what if it was a trap?
I took a deep breath, temporarily putting aside my desires, and stood up, saying, "Okay, Sister Kang, please sit down. I'll give
you a massage. It's not good to massage while standing."
I massaged her, and she seemed to enjoy it for a while.
Perhaps because it was in the office and I didn't dare to be too presumptuous, Instructor Kang straightened her clothes and brushed her hair from her forehead:
"Oh, very good, Xiao Zhang, your massage technique is quite good. Don't laugh at your sister, staying in here for too long
will naturally make you feel suffocated, you'll understand later."
As she spoke, she stood up, and seeing her walking towards me, I stepped aside.
Instructor Kang walked straight to the door: "Xiao Zhang, don't mention to anyone that you massaged Sister Kang, lest
people gossip."
I replied, "No, no, no."
Instructor Kang opened the door as he spoke: "Young man, you're sensible and smart. Keep up the good work, your future
is limitless . Do a good job."
Just as Instructor Kang unlocked the door, someone pushed it open from outside and bumped into him. It was
Sister Ma who came in. Instructor Kang's face immediately darkened. Sister Ma, realizing she had almost caused trouble, hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry,
Instructor , I didn't know you were standing behind the door."
Instructor Kang said unhappily: "Even if I wasn't standing behind the door, don't you know the rules of knocking?"
Sister Ma hurriedly apologized again. Instructor Kang continued: "From now on, even if the door is open, you must
knock before entering my office. Don't be so rude, understand?"
After being scolded, Sister Ma's face turned red, and she responded softly.
Instructor Kang suddenly shouted, "Louder! I can't hear you!"
Sister Ma quickly replied in a loud voice, "Yes, Instructor Kang!"
In the rigidly hierarchical officialdom, even a slight difference in rank could crush someone.
Sister Ma gave me her work clothes, which I grabbed and hurriedly left her office.
It was too crazy, absolutely too crazy. At that moment, I suddenly felt that there were no
normal people ; they were all madmen. If prisoners hadn't seen a man for a long time, I could
understand their madness when they faced me, but Instructor Kang? She should have a family, right? Why would she act like this? Still
shaken, I returned to my office and slumped down. My mind was filled with what had just happened.
The lustful and crazed female prisoners, Sister Ma's story about the man being tortured to death and mutilated by the female prisoners, and Instructor Kang's body
flashed through my mind in turn. None of them could keep me from acting impulsively. It was just that Instructor Kang
was too hasty and the time was too short, so I remained rational. If she had proceeded gradually, I think I definitely wouldn't
have been able to avoid it.
Back in the counseling room, I finished cleaning and then picked up the prison handbook to look at it.
Around noon, it should have been lunchtime, and my stomach was rumbling
.
Just as I was thinking this, someone knocked on the door. I called her in, and a girl in a police uniform, quite cute, with
short hair, a cute little tiger tooth showing when she smiled, and crescent-shaped eyes, said, "Brother Zhang, it's lunchtime. Sister Kang asked me to come and call you
to lunch."
Such a cute little girl, and she's a prison guard? How does she manage to keep those female
inmates Does she need a softer approach?
I nodded and said okay.
Following her out, the girl chatted with me, introducing herself and telling me a little
about .
Her name was Li Yangyang, and she had entered at the beginning of the year, only a little earlier than me. However, her position was
a guard , meaning she had direct contact with the female inmates. Li Yangyang, like the sheep.
Looking at the little girl, who was half a head shorter than me, I wondered how she managed the prisoners
in the canteen. The canteen was huge; we had been to the military during our university military training, and this canteen
was similar to —clean, large, and with a wide variety of dishes. Li Yangyang led me to get my food, and we sat down to eat.
Looking up, I saw that everyone eating and serving food was a woman. They all noticed me and
started talking about me. I was a little embarrassed and asked Li Yangyang, "Why are they all looking at
me and discussing me?"
Li Yangyang said, "You're a man. I've never seen a man here before."
Damn it, female prison guards aren't female prisoners. What's so interesting about me?
While I was talking to Li Yangyang, a female prison guard walked up to me and asked, "Hey, handsome!"
Her voice was gruff. I looked at him; he was a man. I instinctively grunted and asked, "Brother,
what's up?"
"You really are a man!" he shouted.
I nodded and looked at him closely. She wasn't a man, but she looked like one, with a man's haircut
. And her build was very masculine.
She turned around and shouted to the women behind her, "Holy crap, this really is a man! I thought
he was like me!"
The group of women burst into laughter.
Li Yangyang couldn't help but giggle too.
I blushed and ate my food with my head down.
After lunch, Li Yangyang took me back to the office, and then she said she had to go to class, I don't know what kind of
training .
I sat down, leaned back in my chair, damn it, no computer, no phone, how am I going to survive? There aren't even any books to read
, how do people in here survive?
Chapter 005: Adapting
to the boredom, I started reading the rules and regulations again. As I was reading, there was a chaotic noise and shouting at the door
. Was there going to be a riot?
I immediately threw down the rules and regulations and rushed out. Just as I was about to open the door, it was slammed open.
The first one to come in was the female prison guard who looked like a man and had spoken to me while I was eating. Behind her were two other
female prison guards, escorting a female prisoner.
The female prisoner was convulsing and screaming wildly, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"
Her hair was disheveled, and she resembled an enraged lioness, trying to push away the female guards as she yelled.
Three female guards dragged her in, pinned her down, and handcuffed her wrists, one end of her handcuffed to a chair.
I then noticed that the chair legs were welded to the floor.
The female prisoner continued to scream incoherently, "Let me go! Let me out! Out! I want to get out!"
"Damn it, keep moving! I'll beat you to death!" the female guard who looked like a man cursed.
Damn it, they really don't treat prisoners like human beings.
The female prisoner continued to thrash around and scream at the top of her lungs, and the female guard cursed again, "Fine! Let her scream!
Scream as loud as you can! Scream until your throat is hoarse!"
I asked the female guard, "What's wrong with her?"
The female guard replied, "I don't know what's wrong with her."
"Has she suffered some kind of trauma?" I asked.
She said irritably, "I didn't know, that's why I brought her to you! You heal her, and
we'll take her away after she calms down."
With that, the three of them left,
leaving me with this enraged lioness.
The woman howled, a mixture of crying and laughing unreadable, then cried out a few times to let me out before bursting into loud sobs.
Although my psychology professor taught us how to deal with all sorts of mentally ill patients, he hadn't taught us
how to deal with a mentally ill female prisoner who had gone mad.
I decided to wait until she calmed down before talking to her.
After a long, shrill cry, her voice gradually lowered to sobs.
I greeted her, "Comrade, hello."
She slowly raised her head. A woman in her thirties who looked very honest, with a very aged and
weathered face, her eyes filled with tears and a despairing listlessness.
"Excuse me, has someone bullied you?" I asked her.
She stopped crying but didn't speak. She lowered her head, sighed, and wiped
the tears from her face with one hand.
"Tell me what's bothering you, maybe I can help," I said.
"Really! Can you really help me! I want to go out! To see my child!" she cried,
leaning forward.
It seemed I hadn't expressed myself clearly. I said, "I mean a psychological problem. I'm a
therapist ."
Her expression changed from excitement to despair, and she slumped back into her seat, her head bowed again.
"How old is your child?" I asked.
Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes passed, and she still didn't speak.
I had no choice but to say, "Ma'am, if you don't mind, you can tell me. If conditions allow,
I can visit him on your behalf."
Hearing this, she slowly raised her head, her face full of gratitude, and said slowly, "Thank you, thank you.
But he's not here."
"That's a pity. How old is he?" I asked.
"Five years old," she replied, her voice softening with emotion as she spoke of her child.
"Isn't he adorable? Can you tell me about your child?"
The woman's demeanor shifted from manic outbursts to shouting, to sobbing, to answering questions intermittently, and finally, she
initiated a conversation with me.
Her surname was Qu, the same Qu as Qu Yuan (a famous Chinese poet known for his tragic fate). She was a village girl from the countryside; her parents died early, and with no relatives to rely on, she
married a divorced man from the same village. For the first few years, her husband treated her well. The family farmed, raised pigs, and made tofu;
although life was tough, they managed. Later, after their son was born, her husband developed a gambling addiction, sinking deeper and deeper. Eventually,
he sold off their land, and after that, he wanted to sell the house. After selling the house, he got drunk one night, lost his mind,
and came home saying he wanted to sell the child. Ms. Qu, of course, refused. During the struggle for the child, they fought.
Seeing her husband dragging the child away, in a fit of rage, Ms. Qu grabbed a large pair of scissors and chased after him, stabbing him.
The man died.
Although Sister Qu was spared the death penalty thanks to the efforts of kind-hearted people in the village, she still faced a severe sentence: manslaughter
.
Sister Qu had entrusted her child to the care of a kind neighbor in the village. A few days ago, her deceased husband's parents came,
posing as grandparents, and took the child away. Her husband's parents had left their hometown years ago to engage in pyramid schemes in another province,
deceiving many people in the village. They had long since severed ties with their son, and no one knew where they were. Now,
suddenly, they returned and took the child away. Sister Qu feared for her child's safety. As she spoke, Sister Qu burst into tears again:
"This child has such a tragic life!" Everyone's life is a drama
with
ups and downs; life is like a play, and a play is like life.
I sighed deeply, feeling sorry for her plight, but helpless. All I could do was comfort her, saying, "Sister Qu,
don't be too sad. Good people are always blessed."
See? I'm a psychological counselor; I should be using scientific methods to guide and help my patients. But
here I am, looking like a fortune teller in a Taoist robe, waving a flag and a bell, stroking his beard.
Do you think I can untangle her knots with just a few words? Of course not. All I can do is
talk .
There was a knock at the door, and then the three female prison guards came in.
The one who looked like a man saw the female prison guard sitting quietly and smiled at me, saying, "Hey,
not bad , buddy. You're doing a pretty good job as a psychologist; you've even managed to handle this crazy woman."
I was quite annoyed. What a crazy woman! Even if that's what I thought, I shouldn't have said it
out .
I didn't say anything, just smiled at her.
She unlocked Sister Qu's handcuffs and threatened, "I'm warning you, this is the first time you've caused trouble,
so I won't put you in a black cell. If you cause trouble again, I won't be so polite! Come on!"
Sister Qu stood up with her, took a few steps, then turned around and asked me, "Young man,
what name?"
"My surname is Zhang,"
she said, thanking me. I was pushed out by the female prison guard.
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair, and habitually reached into my pocket for a cigarette, but... almost
all belongings had been handed over to the guard room, so where would I get a cigarette here?
Standing at the window and looking out, it looked like a large, clean, high-class cemetery. I felt so depressed.
A little after six o'clock, Li Yangyang came in and called me to eat.
She saw that I looked unwell and asked me what was wrong.
I said nothing was wrong.
She comforted me, saying that she wasn't used to it here when she first arrived, but she'd get used to it gradually.
Yes, humans are highly adaptable animals; it only takes about twenty-one days at most.
Li Yangyang then said that the welcome event that was supposed to be held tonight was canceled.
I asked why.
She said it was because something had happened in the prison; a female inmate got into a fight with another female inmate while working,
which led to a conflict between the two groups. Several people were injured and sent to the city prison hospital, and Instructor Kang and the others went to handle the
matter.
Damn it, this prison really isn't a peaceful place.
During dinner, quite a few female prison guards still looked at me like I was an animal in a zoo.
I didn't feel as uncomfortable as I did at noon.
I chatted casually with Li Yangyang, who told me that besides being locked up, the female inmates also had to do
labor reform, and the work was quite tiring.
My curiosity was piqued, and I asked, "By the way, could you take me to see the female prisoners?"
"No, that's against the rules."
"Okay." To be honest, I really wanted to see where the female prisoners worked and slept.
When I got back to the dorm, I found out that Li Yangyang lived right next door. Her roommate
had quit last month because she couldn't stand the environment, so she was living alone now.
I opened my dorm room and looked at my empty space. I asked Li Yangyang, who was opening the door, "What do you
usually do to pass the time after work?"
Li Yangyang looked serious and said, "I can play cards with them, chat, listen to music, take a walk,
but the lights have to be off by 10 pm.
" Lying in bed, tossing and turning, I thought again about the woman who recruited me and whom I forced myself on. What did she
do? Was she some kind of leader in this prison?
For some reason, I thought of Li Yangyang next door.
So I went over and knocked on Li Yangyang's door. She opened it and asked what was wrong.
I said I was suffocating.
Li Yangyang asked if I wanted to give her... You're listening to music on your MP3 player.
Looking at this innocent-looking little girl, I felt utterly disgusting, fantasizing about even such a young girl.
I saw some books on her desk and said, "I'll just take some to read."
They were all books for young girls—entertainment gossip, youth and school stories, the like.
Better than nothing, I thought. I took them back, flipped through a few pages, and then actually fell asleep.
The next morning, after getting up and washing up, I went to work and reported to Instructor Kang. Instructor Kang, looking like a respectable
woman , gave me a few instructions and then told me to go to her office. I just sat there quietly; no one paid
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At noon, Li Yangyang asked me to go out for lunch, then I came back and sat there. In the evening, Li Yangyang asked
me to go out for dinner again, then I went back to the dormitory and slept.
This went on for several days. No female prisoners came, no other female guards, and even Sister Ma
had disappeared. The only person I could talk to each day was Li Yangyang. God, if I had to work in this environment for
the rest of my life, I would go crazy. I've never felt time pass so slowly.
The deathly silence here made me want to run to the rooftop and shout: "I fucking...!" I'm about to suffocate!
Damn it, no wonder the previous few therapists quit. A terrifying
thought of quitting flashed through my mind, but I quickly suppressed it.
My family has been farmers for generations. Farmer used to be a glorious word, but now it seems to have become
synonymous with backwardness, old-fashionedness, and poverty. Our hometown is a beautiful place, untouched by industry or pollution. City dwellers
treat our undeveloped, pristine areas as places of leisure and enjoyment, but we've long been tired of it,
yearning for the excitement of the outside world, longing to walk on streets lined with skyscrapers and bright lights. We went to the amusement
park by car.
The reason I was so eager to find a job after graduation was because my family was too poor and desperately needed my salary. There
are three children in my family; I was born outside of the planned birth schedule. I have two older sisters, the eldest
eight years older than me, and the second five years older. You know how it is in rural areas with a strong preference for sons. My parents are honest
, hardworking farmers with no business acumen. They spend all their time on their small plot of land, working from sunrise to sunset, raising a few
pigs . Our family's economy depends entirely on farming and pig farming. To produce more grain, my parents... They would go to work
in the fields before dawn , so they didn't have much time to look after us siblings, and our education was relegated to a secondary position.
Of course, during this time, my two older sisters became my protectors. In my memory, my family was always
very poor . We ate corn porridge and vegetables every day, and only had meat on holidays. The pigs we raised were always sold, and chickens and ducks
were only slaughtered for major festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival. Now, when people say corn porridge is delicious
, I'm unmoved because I'm already sick of it. (
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When my two older sisters were not even ten years old, they would get up before dawn every day to help their parents with chores . They had to herd cattle, cut grass, wash up, eat some porridge and a sweet potato, and then go to school . After returning home, they would do more farm work. But the family's situation did not improve because of everyone's hard work. My two older sisters needed to
go to school, and I also needed to go to school. I was still in high school, and my parents' hair had already turned completely white.

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