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Prologue:
If we could slice the world along a timeline, separating the material and spiritual worlds, we would discover many thought-
provoking cycles of interpersonal relationships.
A couple holding hands and gazing at each other is a two-point cycle; a husband looking at his child, a child looking at his mother, and a mother
looking at her husband are three-point cycles; but when a couple makes love in a car, the man thinks of his wife and children at home,
and the woman thinks of Brad Pitt or Bill Gates. The two-point cycle in the material world
has diverged into a double-pronged fork in the spiritual world.
Observing the structure of these cycles and the reasons for their divergence, comparing the contrasts in interpersonal relationships between the two worlds, and studying
the process of change from cycle to divergence or from divergence to cycle is obviously very interesting. A cycle without divergence
is rigid; divergence without cycle is tragic. In dialectical terms, cycle exists for
divergence, and divergence is for the creation of the next cycle. Change generates energy; thus, times change,
circumstances shift , comedies and tragedies pass by in waves, dramas and farces arrive one after another, like endless salted
ribbonfish in the ocean.
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On April 1, 2001, at 4:13 PM, a long-awaited five-point cycle finally
formed in Shenzhen.
The first to enter the pre-cycle state was Zhen Yan, a master's student in law at Shenzhen University. She wasn't
in the classroom or the dormitory, but lying on her side on a rather exquisite bed. The bedspread was green, a pale green, sparsely
dotted with small, deep purple flowers. Dim light barely penetrated the white curtains, sliding down her delicate body. A grey shadow
, accompanied by a slight indentation, slanted up from her bare ankles, then slanted in again, before circling and creeping into the short hair
hanging down , casting a hazy mist over what should have been sharp eyes.
Zhen Yan had been lying there for a long time, and the mist had already spread from her glossy black hair, enveloping the
smiling photograph. In a daze, the photo frame, along with the low cabinet, began to sway gently, as if trying to escape the light
mist. A few moans were even mixed in with the swaying.
Had Liu Xin, that foreign scoundrel, fallen for her? And to what extent? Zhen Yan tried hard to think,
but she still couldn't figure it out. She didn't believe he would love her, and she didn't want him to, but infatuation was
necessary ; it was the basis for enticing him to fulfill his promises, and even make more promises. She needed these promises, more than
ever before. She didn't want to lose any opportunities because of her misjudgment of the situation.
The smile in Liu Xin's photo suddenly took on a mocking tone.
The smile on Liu Xin's face, president of Youlong Investment Development Co., Ltd., was gradually fading.
The reason for its fading wasn't Zhen Yan, but the large, dark clouds outside the airplane window. Having just
flown back from the cold of Henan, Liu Xin had been hoping to see bright sunshine, but now he could only shake his head and sigh, secretly venting his anger on
the pretty flight attendant. His way of venting was simple: imagine her struggling and groaning under his physical pressure
.
That was exactly Liu Xin's type. Her eyes, when serious, bore a striking resemblance to Xiao Xue's. However,
Xiao Xue's eyes were much purer and brighter. Even through the crude VQ camera, he
could often sense a refreshing fragrance.
That was probably the fragrance of a virgin. Liu Xin's lips involuntarily twitched. A faint blush appeared on his previously somewhat cold face. He looked out the window again, trying to find something worth focusing on
through the gaps in the clouds .
However, besides varying shades of gray-black, there was nothing. Even
the distant sunlight gradually disappeared as the plane descended.
Xiao Xue, a student in Class 3, Grade 11 at Shenzhen University Affiliated High School, was gazing at the sky, quietly worrying. Her deskmate, Xie Wenchao, saw the teacher
approaching and lightly nudged her chair leg. She only smiled at the teacher, rolled her eyes at Xie Wenchao, and continued
looking up at the dim sky outside the window.
Seeing that the teacher didn't criticize Xiao Xue and went back to studying, Xie Wenchao lowered his voice and said indignantly,
"Damn teacher, why do you talk so much when I'm not paying attention?" Xiao Xue interrupted him irritably, "Serves
you right for having such bad grades!" After saying that, she pulled her chair further away, ignoring his muttering.
If it really rained tonight, if her father really didn't come home until midnight, then she would have to ask her mother to buy
her H?agen-Dazs. Xiao Xue thought to herself as she slowly lowered her head. It wasn't good to trouble her mother, but her
habit of eating H?agen-Dazs on rainy days couldn't be broken. Her mother was also one of the "culprits" who forced her to bear such high expectations;
what was wrong with her suffering a little for that?
The faint worry on Xiao Xue's face finally began to fade.
Ling Chen, the deputy director of the Health and Recreation
Room
at the Nanshan District Retiree Activity Center, was completely oblivious to the changing weather. She had just returned to her small, safe office and was struggling almost futilely with the vexation in her heart. The root of her vexation was a decrepit old man, a former soldier who had retired as deputy director of the Labor Bureau. Originally
a rough and unrestrained man, he had suddenly become "cultured" after joining the center, becoming a regular at poetry, painting, and dance classes.
Recently, he had gone even further, constantly wearing a floral hat and swaying in front of Ling Chen, pestering her with stale
or ambiguous nonsense.
"That old lecher!" Ling Chen cursed inwardly, her face flushing. She picked up her teacup, sipped for a while,
and gradually calmed herself down.
The saying goes, "When one grows old and one's blood and energy decline, one must be wary of
lust." But for any man, the same applies at any age: one must be wary of lust. Even the "young and vigorous" Xiao Sen often gets involved with those female students.
His late return home today is probably for a rendezvous with his old flame.
Ling Chen put down his teacup and sighed inwardly.
Xiao Sen, the vice dean of the Law School at Shenzhen University, of course wouldn't know Ling Chen's feelings, and even if he did, he might not
care. He was already depressed enough.
After three days of academic conferences, Xiao Sen finally found an opportunity to stop
Yuan Xiaoyin, who had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him, and asked if she had time to have dinner together. Unexpectedly, she flatly
refused . Damn it, you little slut! When you were craving my penis, why weren't you so proper?
I'm being sentimental, and now you're putting on airs. Fine, I can get you into graduate school, I can get you
a cushy job at the prosecutor's office, so I'll find a way to get you back down to earth. Don't blame me for turning on you then. Damn your
ancestors !
As Xiao Sen cursed, his mood finally improved somewhat. Driving onto the Guangzhou-Shenzhen Expressway, he pondered how to
punish Yuan Xiaoyin.
Or perhaps he should give her another chance. The way that little slut writhed and yielded was truly unforgettable. If he could
tie her up and humiliate her at will, coupled with the pleasure of a long-awaited reunion, it would surely give him several days of unbridled pleasure.
Thinking of this, Xiao Sen's penis suddenly swelled up in his pants. Damn it! Forget about that now, getting back to Zhen
Yan to relieve his pent-up desire was the priority.
The instant Xiao Sen's penis hardened and he thought of Zhen Yan, Zhen Yan, Liu Xin, Xiao Xue, and Ling Chen instantly
transitioned from a continuous forward loop to this rare five-point loop. They had never achieved
this kind of "tacit understanding" before, even though they all knew each other.
What did this mean? No one knew. But involuntarily, each of the five felt a jolt, some strong, some gentle
. With a jolt, all possible connections within the loop began to flicker, as if trying
to seize this rare opportunity to clarify all existing and impending problems.
Zhen Yan brushed aside her loose hair, and the mist vanished instantly. In the now-steady photo frame, the mocking smile
on her lips grew even stronger.
Zhen Yan glared hatefully at Liu Xin, wanting to smother him, but hesitated and ultimately didn't. She simply
turned away hesitantly, turning to sleep on the other side.
If Liu Xin didn't work, she'd have to go back to Old Xiao. However, he might not be able to
help her. Besides, that old lecher seemed to have set his sights on a new lover recently; while he wouldn't immediately distance himself,
his level of attention would definitely be somewhat diminished. Threatening him with pregnancy would probably be unsuccessful. Xiao Sen didn't
believe he'd dare to make a scene in the courtyard and cause a complete mess. His wife, with her gentle, timid, and silent demeanor,
would likely just swallow her anger even if she found out.
Did he really have to pay for it himself? Zhen Yan gritted her teeth and swallowed hard, unwilling to give up. Was it possible
to find a breakthrough with Xiao Xue? That little girl seemed ruthless enough. Xiao Sen, a man like him,
would never allow his image to crumble in his daughter's eyes.
Just as he was feeling smug about his still vigorous energy despite being over forty, a red Mercedes-Benz sports car
roared up from the left. His right hand, gripping the steering wheel, jerked violently, almost scraping against the car's rear
end .
Xiao Sen quickly put his left hand on the steering wheel as well, paused for a moment, then slowly released his right, cursing as he shook it: "Damn
it! Can't you drive?" But his frustration quickly returned,
making even breathing difficult.
Considering his starting point, reaching this level was indeed quite impressive. However, compared to his peers
and even younger colleagues, he often felt pitifully poor and powerless. Even Liu Xin
, a guy with little masculinity, now possessed millions, while he could only afford a simple high-rise duplex and drive
this beat-up secondhand BMW. Choosing to stay at the university was truly the biggest, and perhaps only, mistake of his life. Xiao Sen
became increasingly depressed. Ling Chen's father was also to blame. Why commit suicide? At least endured the Cultural Revolution and could
have become a member of the CPPCC. What use is beauty, virtue, and gentleness?
Perhaps only Xiao Xue was his hope for owning a villa and a Mercedes.
Teacher Wang finally couldn't stand it anymore. Taking advantage of the opportunity to ask questions of other students, he gently placed his hand on Xiao Xue
's desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically, as if sending a telegram whose contents no one knew.
Xie Wenchao curled his lip in disdain. Seeing this, Xiao Xue deliberately adopted an admiring expression, intently
gazing at the teacher's fair face. Before long, the young teacher's ears began to flush, though he
never actually looked at Xiao Xue.
Xiao Xue immediately lost interest.
Liu Xin, on the other hand, had seen it all. She had tried similar methods to test him many times, but never elicited
any significant reaction. A successful person is a successful person, and an intellectual is still an intellectual. Even
a seemingly respectable old man wouldn't be as composed and calm as Liu Xin when faced with temptation. Otherwise, Zhen
Yan wouldn't always act crazy, coquettish, and unreasonable in front of him.
He was indeed excessively composed. "Going on a business trip for days without a word, does he really not care about me at all
?" Thinking this, Xiao Xue's heart pounded wildly.
The increasingly gloomy sky outside the airport terminal once again plunged Liu Xin's head into the water.
He suddenly had a bad feeling. But he couldn't figure out where this feeling came from. It
couldn't just be because the typhoon might arrive early, could it? Nonsense! Liu Xin shook his head with a wry smile,
walking briskly towards the parking lot while reviewing his plans for the past few days.
He definitely had to see Zhen Yan. She had left messages several times asking about his return date, most likely
because . He might as well confront her and force her to agree to his conditions. Her pushy attitude
was really annoying.
That way, it would be a win-win situation. If he could handle Zhen Yan, he wouldn't have to put in
so much . Liu Xin suddenly felt a sense of relief. He hadn't figured out how to face Ling Chen in the future,
and he didn't want to hurt this kind woman too much. Her only mistake was marrying Xiao Sen.
An unusual wind blew in his face, and Liu Xin involuntarily shivered. He quickly opened the car door and got in.
A soft knock on the door jolted Ling Chen from her reverie. But she remained seated, motionless.
The low, menacing voice asking, "Teacher Ling, are you there?" clearly belonged to that pretentious old man
.
Ling Chen secretly rejoiced that she had long ago developed the habit of not opening the door without turning on the lights. Otherwise, she would have been driven mad by these
shameless fellows. In the two or three years since she transferred here, their entanglement had been almost constant.
But it was still better than staying at school and seeing Xiao Sen and Zhen Yan hanging around every day. Out of sight, out of mind. Since
he wanted peace and quiet, she could only let him vent outside. Ling Chen tried to comfort herself, but
a soft, boneless voice suddenly surfaced in her mind: "You really just want peace and quiet? What's going on with Liu Xin?" In an instant,
the delicate voice pierced through her heart, reddening her fair face and pricking every inch of her plump
skin.
No, that was an accident, and it's over now. There will never be another story. Ling Chen bit his lip and
shook his head violently. He and Xiaoxue were the ones who should truly be together. Zhen Yan, that slut, wouldn't succeed. She didn't deserve him.

He , Liu Xin, couldn't possibly be that stupid.
Five people, ten lines, a pentagon and a pentagram,
flickered in the sky of their mental world, seemingly able to maintain a stable balance until the distant future.
But eternity doesn't exist, and the ideal state of stable balance cannot last. Moreover,
what circulated among them wasn't just affection and pity, but also contempt, disgust, and even
scheming and hatred.
Thus, after only fifteen minutes, this long-brewing and precious five-point loop
disintegrated as if it had never been formed at all.
Fifteen minutes, from 4:13 PM to 4:28 PM on April 1, 2001, was merely
a fleeting moment in the river of time.
In that instant, only emptiness remained.
The sky grew increasingly dark and inexplicable.

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