Life is a mischievous child

Sometimes, life is as unpredictable and mysterious as the Bermuda Triangle; you can never find the answer. Even if you did get the answer, what could you do? The result might be worse. That early summer, we often wandered the fields under the starry sky, chatting, holding hands, hugging, and kissing. Passion washed away the day's weariness and worries. Life is sometimes so simple, so beautiful.
One day, she asked me, "What would you think if I went on a date with another man?" I felt the hard, cold stone beneath my feet. I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "As long as it's fair competition, what's there to be afraid of?" The following night became silent and quiet, but I could feel the restless flow of water under the stone bridge. I hugged her from behind; her body trembled slightly. I held her tightly with my arms, but my hand slid down, past the neckline of her t-shirt, and grasped her soft breasts. She hummed in response, her body tensing slightly, but she didn't resist. I gently kneaded that intoxicatingly pounding heart. I couldn't resist anymore; my lower body pressed tightly against hers. Her breathing quickened, which only excited me more. My other hand slid down. This time she wouldn't have it. "What are you doing? You've ruined my collar." I had to pull my hand back, gently stroking her waist, while my lips bit her earlobe. She tried to pull away, yet feigned resistance. So my hand slipped between her legs, resting on her lower abdomen. She began to moan, her whole body burning. My hand roamed between her legs, my playful middle finger occasionally pressing on that sensitive tip. We were both unable to control ourselves. I pulled back the edge of my underwear and touched that long-awaited patch of grass, exploring, exploring... oh, it was so beautiful. I have to thank Tao Yuanming, "For hundreds of paces along the banks, there were no other trees, only fragrant grass and fallen petals." "Wow," she suddenly bit my chin. "We're still on the bridge! Are you crazy!" "I am crazy, and you are too. Now you'll remember how I feel!" I said fiercely. She was speechless.
A week later, she indeed went out with another man. She said it was at her mother's behest. Apparently, her mother favored that man.
Meanwhile, we continued to wander under the stars, still chatting, holding hands, hugging, kissing, and of course, sparks of passion flew, though we carefully avoided the topic; but when we kissed goodbye at her doorstep, I always felt something, like a lilac, flickering and quietly slipping away. Finally, on that summer midnight, I bumped into them. If it weren't for the beer, if it weren't on the street, if I hadn't seen those two intimate arms, perhaps I wouldn't have understood the true meaning of "ending it."
The next night, I asked her out. The atmosphere was cold, like an iceberg separating us. I suppressed my impulse and started rambling, as if nothing had happened. The air began to flow, our bodies gradually drew closer, our faces slowly flushed, our lips met again, our tongues greedily searching and intertwining. Neither of us spoke; only action was needed, skin seeking skin. Clothes had become a burden, like Medea's magical garments scorching our bodies. I held her as we collapsed into the hay. Grass clippings flew away, seemingly unable to bear our weight. I panted, frantically untying those human inventions of clothing. Finally, they opened, and they leaped out, shy and alluring. I pounced and seized them, savoring them with my lips, my teeth, my tongue. In their soft fragrance, I lost myself. Her eyes were closed, her breath on my face. My lips roamed over her body, licking and kissing every inch of her skin, until her round, adorable navel, my tongue circling inside. Her body writhed, like a serpent tempting Eve. I lifted her skirt, ignoring her protests, and stripped off her panties; the secret garden had opened its doors to me. I used my body to pry open her legs, my left hand tightly around her waist, my right hand quickly pulling down her pants, my burning pride already erect. I gripped it and thrust forward; she let out a muffled groan, and I was stuck. I thrust hard, and warmth enveloped me. I felt the Milky Way spinning in the sky, time and space disappearing. I kept thrusting, kneading, and sucking. Her moans fueled my passion. Her fingernails dug painfully into my spine. I pounded into her even harder, as if trying to melt into her body, as if it were the final union of heaven and earth. I roared and ejaculated…
Life returned to calm, life was always calm.
Two years later, I was getting married, and she remained single. We were still good friends, but we no longer wandered under the stars, no longer held hands, no longer hugged, no longer kissed; all that remained was chatting. Once, she asked me why I hadn't come to see her. I asked her in return why she hadn't come to see me. We were both silent. After a long pause, I said, "Because there were no promises, you never even said you loved me. I—believe in promises." After a long pause, she said, "That day at my doorstep, if no one had come out, I was about to say, 'I love you.'" The wind suddenly stopped, the sand stopped rolling, and I lay helplessly by the roadside, foolishly thinking: Is this how it ends?
Is this how it ends, just like someone always solemnly tells us—this is life. Life and fate are two mischievous children who love to play games, and people can never adapt to the ever-changing rules of the game. This reminds me of an entertainment program where the host asked the guests to guess how a child would answer the question, "Why are human teeth white?" Did you guess it? Anyway, none of the guests guessed correctly.
The child answered: Because the toothpaste we use every day is white.
(II)
Note: I published this article here when I was still an honorary member. Now I have revised some parts and am sharing it with everyone again. Please don't be too picky. At the same time, please check, moderator, this is my original work.
Dedicated to a few happy people.
—Victor Hugo
If it's not National Day, it's just a Wednesday. If it weren't for that gathering, it would have just been National Day. When everything came to a head, I didn't even realize it was a new beginning.
It had been so long since I left her. I no longer imagined anything under the starry sky. I seemed to have forgotten her existence. My brain filtered out all information about her, including her on-again, off-again relationship with that man, or with other men. I wandered the streets like the wind, from one midnight to another.
Perhaps it was loneliness, perhaps it was boredom, that led me to accept my god-sister A-Juan's invitation to the gathering. After dinner, I rode my dad's brand-new 26-inch Forever bicycle to A-Juan's house. I locked the bike in the hallway and went upstairs. I rang the doorbell, but the door couldn't block out the lively sounds from inside. I thought, those guys must have been here long ago. A-Juan opened the door, and I immediately saw three girls sitting around a table in the living room. Ah, Yun was here too, and I didn't recognize the other two. One of them, dressed in brightly colored clothes, was staring at me, sizing me up; the other, dressed in a camel-brown outfit, had a calm expression, as if he were engrossed in his seat. Just then, I noticed the third and fourth brothers making a ruckus in the cubicle and quickly went over to greet them. They were playing "Contra," only letting out a "Hi!" without even lifting their eyelids. I sat there for a while, but it got boring, so I went to the living room.
Four girls were playing cards in the living room, so I squeezed next to Juan and teased her, "You're so busy playing cards, aren't you? Your big brother's here, and you haven't even made tea!"
She punched me lightly, stood up, and said, "Okay, I'll let you win, big brother!" I took the cards and looked at Yun across from me, asking, "Yun, aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Introduce what?" Yun laughed, saying, "If it's about introducing girlfriends, then I'll introduce you to these two beauties. How about it?" Her words made the two girls next to her lower their heads.
"Sure," I replied casually, thick-skinned as I am. To be honest, I had a psychological advantage over these younger girls and wasn't afraid to act older.
"Um, cough..." Yun Meizi introduced them seriously, first pointing to the girl dressed like a flower, "This is my classmate, Xiaoli, from Jinhua. That's my cousin, Xiaohui, who works at the Industry and Commerce Bureau."
"Now that I've introduced them, which one do you want?" she asked with a mischievous grin. Then I heard a series of "crackling" sounds, and Yun Meizi jumped up. It turned out, a pair of embroidered legs swept across the table.
I deliberately took another good look at the two girls, and Xiaohui's shy smile particularly appealed to me. "Okay, I'll take your cousin!" Now it was my turn to grin mischievously.
"You said it yourself, you're responsible for taking her home tonight!" Yun Meizi quickly made the final decision, like a Christie's auction result. Everyone laughed.
Everyone played cards and games for a while. Before we knew it, it was ten o'clock. Xiao Hui said, "I'm not playing anymore. A-Yun, come home with me." Juan and Yun both shouted, "Tell him to take you home!" The two girls pointed at me. Lao San and Lao Si also joined in the teasing. Since we had agreed beforehand, I went along with it. Strangely enough, Xiao Hui didn't refuse and obediently came downstairs with me.
There were no lights in the stairwell, so I acted like a chivalrous protector, reminding her to watch her step and taking out my lighter to light the stairs for her. When we got to the ground floor, I went to get my car. I shone the lighter on it, and lo and behold, three cars! Lao San and Lao Si's cars were still there, but mine—it was gone. My heart skipped a beat. Oh dear, how am I going to explain this to Dad? How unlucky! Just what I feared most came to pass. "What happened?" she asked from behind.
"Nothing, my car is gone."
"What should we do?" she asked hurriedly.
"What else can I do?" I feigned composure, paced around the stairwell again, and waved to her. "Forget it, bad luck today. Let me take you home first!"
"Are you really okay?" she asked earnestly and with concern.
"No, no. Let's go!" I said nonchalantly.
The night was quiet, the wind rustling through the streets, tugging at the leaves, at my clothes, and at my emotions. I can't remember what we talked about on the way home; maybe it was about the stolen bicycle, maybe about the weather, maybe about her and Yun's family history. But I was surprised that she invited me upstairs at her apartment, and I inexplicably agreed.
Her parents were home; after a few polite words, they went back to their room to watch TV. We sat in her boudoir chatting idly. I felt a strange unease. After half an hour, I got up to leave. Of course, I also took her home phone number. Two
days later, Lao Si invited me to go dancing. When we arrived at the dance hall, we found the number of single men far exceeded the limit, and everyone was busy calling girls to ask them out. An idea struck me, and I said to Lao Si, "You believe me? I'll call Xiao Hui, and she'll definitely come out." Lao Si immediately handed me his phone: "Then hurry up and call her!"
Coincidentally, Xiao Hui was home and readily agreed. I, being a gentleman, immediately borrowed a car and went to pick her up. A group of us noisily crowded into the dance hall.
I'm not a "dance expert," but I always act as a dance instructor. Xiao Hui wasn't very good at dancing, which gave me the perfect opportunity to teach her. Halfway through the dance, we'd become quite familiar with each other. Then, Kenny J's "Going Home" began to fill the hall, and the lights suddenly went out. This was a traditional performance at our local dance hall—a two-step dance, which we all called "cheek-to-cheek dance." I seized the opportunity and invited Xiao Hui to join us, and she didn't refuse.
In the darkness, the saxophone resonated freely around everyone, and everything became ambiguous. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. The scent of shampoo wafted from her hair, stimulating my nostrils. Her waist was soft, but I could still feel the tension beneath her skin. I smiled, my hands remaining still. I didn't want to scare her. Kenny? J was still creating romance, but the girl in my arms was tormented by hormones. Just before the music ended, I suddenly tightened my grip, pressing her close to my body. Oops, my lower body was pressing against her again. Before she could react, I kissed her forehead and released her. She was momentarily bewildered. I, however, gentlemanly gestured for her to return to her seat.
On the way home, neither of us spoke. Downstairs, she didn't invite me up. The night remained quiet, but I felt the restlessness within me growing stronger. Beginning, or ending? I had no answer.
Two weeks passed, and I still wandered the streets alone like the wind. My brothers were all a little curious. Two girls were also whispering among themselves. Perhaps I should do something, or perhaps it's just a possibility.
When I stood before Xiaohui again, she understood my gaze. Everything happened so fast. We went shopping, watched movies, chatted, attended parties, and talked on the phone all the time. Everyone knew the show had started again.
The weather cooled down quickly, and our feelings for each other warmed up just as fast. My hands were no longer lingering on her waist; they roamed everywhere, trying to explore every corner of this new world. I loved to caress her; the warmth and fragrance of her youth intoxicated me. Her breasts were firm and full, not quite large enough to be held in one hand, yet so small that they defied gravity. Her pink nipples stood erect, trembling with every touch, every suckle. I could linger on her flat stomach, squeeze her round buttocks to my heart's content, and even explore her lush forest, but whenever I tried to pounce on her, she would desperately squeeze her legs together, making me retreat. But that was enough; I found my anchor in the passion of these young women.
November arrived in the blink of an eye. I packed my bags, temporarily leaving behind the gentle embrace of the city, to begin my two-week advanced studies. There was Hangzhou, a paradise so beautiful it seemed only suitable for women and lovers. There were dilapidated colleges, a single yet highly capable female master's student, an aesthetics professor in a tank top with four large holes, art students gnawing on lamb legs and spouting nonsensical nonsense, and most importantly, there were the bold and forthright seaside women known as "Thief's Wife," "Imperial Concubine," and "Pirate." Please don't misunderstand, they were my classmates. A large plate of Lai Shifu dumplings, two small bottles of Moutai—come, raise a glass, let's savor this beautiful yet fleeting university life! Thinking of this, I couldn't wait any longer.
Hangzhou was still captivating, but things had changed. Those female classmates were deeply entangled in a whirlpool of emotions. It was still that plate of dumplings, still that bottle of liquor, but a different feeling lingered in my heart. Their story was another beginning. Their story, however, prompted me to make a decision: no more hesitation.
Half a month passed quickly, and I rushed home, only to be greeted by Xiaohui's shy kiss and tight embrace. That night, I told her I wanted to love her properly.
I whispered in her ear, my tongue tracing the curve of her neck, climbing to the peak, entwining with her pink nipples. Oh, tonight, I will have you. In the darkness of late autumn, on her small single bed, we struggled. I possessed her naked upper body, yet I couldn't pry open her strangled legs. In desperation, I could only use my strong legs, once a star defender, to separate them. Only then did I remove her pants. I pressed her tightly, sealing her lips with a passionate kiss, sucking on her tongue. My right hand finally slipped into the alluring valley, gently touching her delicate petals. Time vanished; she no longer resisted. Spring water flowed in the valley, wetting my fingers, wetting my heart. I hurriedly pulled down my pants, grasped that hard desire, and teased it, teased it. She stopped moving, only pinching my arm tightly. I thrust in, the warmth and moisture surrounding me, engulfing me; the tight pleasure squeezed and oppressed me. I thrust hard, her moans making me lose myself again. I thrust faster and faster, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, until finally we both tumbled down from orgasm, leaving only heavy breathing.
After a while, we released each other. She didn't say anything, hurriedly pulled up her pants, and hid in the bathroom. I collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, constantly asking myself, was it right or wrong?
As I left, Xiaohui hugged me tightly, afraid of losing something. I knew that on this autumn night, everything had changed. Life turned right from here.
That was my 1997.
(III)
The stories in this short story series are related in terms of characters, but they are independent chapters with little interference in the plot. This hole has been in my mind for a long time, and I've always wanted to continue, but I lacked the motivation. Until recently, when I made a mistake in my writing, it ironically gave me the courage to continue. So let's keep digging! Because it's been so long, I've attached the first two sections at the end for easy reference. I may have used the pen name "Lan Yu" before, or perhaps "bluetiger," it 's been so long I can't remember, so I'm clarifying this to avoid being penalized.
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In 1996, I attended an undergraduate correspondence course in Hangzhou and lived in the Wenjiao District. My class was a large one, exactly one hundred people including those who had taken a leave of absence or repeated a year. Every class was a large lecture, and taking attendance took ten minutes, so it was inevitable that we would feel awkward with each other. In addition, everyone was an adult, no longer at the age of being active, playful, and sociable. The oldest student was over fifty, and his son was also a freshman in Hangzhou, so it was like a "father and son team." Only a few particularly lively students, or those with unique names, would be remembered. For example, there was a classmate named Xiao Niu (Little Ox) and another named Cai Fa (Wealthy), who immediately became "celebrities." So taking attendance before class became an appetizer.
However, I wasn't lonely, because my colleague Lao Hu, who came with me, and I got along well with, had become my classmate, so we "lived together," which gave me some company and prevented me from being alone. But the two old men staring at each other all day long was also a bit boring. And yet, being in this paradise on earth, I couldn't help but feel a restless longing, hoping to meet a "Zhu Yingtai" (a
legendary beauty in Chinese folklore known for her beauty and charm) to brighten my day. After discussing it with Lao Hu, we decided to start with the people around us. But there were almost no girls among our classmates; they were all young women, which only fueled our desires. They came from all over the province, including a few from Wenzhou. They were quite fashionable and probably wouldn't be too conservative, so we decided to start with them.
Coincidentally, the class was organizing a dance, but everyone was rather unenthusiastic. Lao Hu and I decided to try our luck. When we entered the hall, there were hardly any people—less than a third of the place. Luckily, the few Wenzhou girls were still there. Unfortunately, I'm not a skilled dancer, so I could only watch them flit around. Lao Hu, on the other hand, danced with one of the slightly plump girls. Finally, when the slow waltz began, I walked straight towards the tall, slender girl. She smiled gently, and we entered hand in hand, dancing to the music. To be honest, I'm not exactly a ladies' man, and I didn't know where to begin. What attracted me was her femininity—gentle, refined, and elegant. She wasn't actually beautiful, but she had a captivating charm. For a fish stranded in the desert like me, that was enough; even a drop of water would be a blessing.
After the music ended, I escorted her back to her seat and casually sat down next to her to chat. Where to begin? The weather? Or introductions? I don't remember, but it was the most clichéd thing. She didn't seem to mind; it was just a way to pass the time. Her voluptuous companion didn't say much either, just listened to Lao Hu's endless rambling. Surprisingly, she accepted my invitation to go to a dance hall together next time. I knew when to stop; I hadn't been given the cold shoulder, and tonight had been quite fruitful.
Three days later, the two of us, two men and two women, went to the dance hall as planned. I didn't dare choose a big nightclub, so I picked a mid-range one—more crowded, with a better atmosphere. Aside from waltzes, waltzes, and cha-chas, I spent most of the time chatting with her on the sidelines. Actually, I was waiting, waiting for the saxophone to start.
It was nine o'clock when the show ended, and "Going Home" began playing precisely on time. The lights went out, and only shadowy figures could be seen. I promptly invited her to come down from the stage. She hesitated, but when she turned around, her companions were already gone, probably with Lao Hu inside. I maintained my smile, holding onto my arm in invitation. Reluctantly, she followed me in.
For a moment, the atmosphere became very subtle, a silence filling the air between us. I gently pulled her towards me, and she slowly drew closer. Her feminine scent filled my nostrils, instantly enveloping me. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, wanting to pull her into my embrace. She placed her hands on my shoulders, using her arms to block me, but her slightly protruding belly pressed against my lower body. I suddenly became erect, and her body trembled slightly. I leaned over to smell her hair, whispering in her ear, "You smell so good!" She smiled, loosening her arms. I took the opportunity to hug her tightly, my warm body filling my arms.
After a while, seeing that she wasn't struggling, I let my hands roam freely. First, I stroked her back to relax her and get her into the mood. Slowly, one hand slid down to her alluring buttocks, round and firm. She began to wriggle, and I kissed her lips. She froze. I used my tongue to pry open her teeth, searching for her fragrant tongue. The breathlessness made her surrender. My hand had already slipped into her valley, and even through her pants, I could feel the heat rising within. Suddenly, she pushed me away, and I stopped. We looked at each other, staring at each other. I slowly reached out and gently stroked her forehead, brushing past her ear, and she smiled. I grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. She didn't speak, just silently let me drag her.
I led her straight to my and Lao Hu's shared dormitory room, where it was safer. As soon as we entered, we embraced, kissing passionately and caressing each other. I didn't know what she was thinking, only that I couldn't miss this opportunity. I pulled her down onto the bed, one hand slipping inside her shirt to unhook her bra; the other began unbuttoning her shirt. I kissed her face, her earlobes, her chin, her neck, releasing the restraints with her moans. Her pubic hair was thick and flowing, and I couldn't resist any longer. I gripped my hard penis and plunged inside. "Oh," we murmured in unison, her warmth and moisture engulfing me, her softness consuming me. I thrust and pounded, ignoring all the "nine shallow, one deep" techniques and the "gentle teasing and slow grinding"; I just kept thrusting, caressing her soft breasts, enjoying her soft moans, and erupting in climax.
I held her close, lying quietly, and pulled the blanket over her. She turned over and said, "I've never done this before. What's wrong?" I didn't answer, just gently stroked her. She slowly calmed down, for a long, long time. Finally, she sat up and said, "I have to go, they're coming back." I helped her put on her clothes, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Goodnight, baby. Sleep well, see you in class tomorrow." She smiled back and disappeared into the mid-spring night.
I knew that from tomorrow, spring would come, and flowers would bloom. When I thought this was a new beginning, another stirring of life, I was wrong. When life is about to end, it doesn't notify me. And all I can do is accept it.
In the following days, I was immersed in excitement, as if even the air was singing. Our interactions were normal. Unfortunately, this correspondence course was coming to an end. The night before I was to return, she asked me to come see her the next day at noon. I was excited all night, but Lao Hu just smiled without saying a word. I asked him, "Did you snag some big prey?" He shook his head. "I'm all talk and no action! You're much more cunning than me—a quick shooter." I said, "Surely not? You're a seasoned veteran, you've seen it all, you've had your share of women." He sighed, stood up, and said, "Let's go for a drink! Alcohol can keep women at bay!"
I woke up early, my head still heavy; I hadn't fully sobered up from last night's drinking. It was past nine, and Lao Hu was still in bed. I asked him what his plans were. He said he was going to the bookstore to buy some books for his son. I thought to myself, "Thank goodness!" So we agreed to meet at the dorm at one o'clock and head back together.
The weather was perfect today; even the heavens seemed to be on my side. I was enjoying myself while brushing my teeth. While having breakfast, I was thinking about how to kill time before noon. Finally, I decided to buy her a small gift. In the gift shop, I spent ages choosing and finally picked out a music box. Looking at the time, it was eleven o'clock. I couldn't wait any longer, so I quickened my pace, even taking a detour to avoid running into other students.
When I got to her dorm room, the door was ajar. I knocked, and heard a clear "Come in" from inside. I pushed the door open; she was alone, her luggage already unpacked. I closed the door behind me and handed her the music box. She smiled, gently unwrapped it, took out the music box, opened the lid, and the little figure spun, the music flowing softly.
I sat down beside her, neither of us speaking. Sunlight streamed in from the window, only the music stirring the air. I gently took her hand; it was smooth and warm, her delicate fragrance drawing us closer. I pulled her into my arms, and she leaned gently against my shoulder.
"Where's your roommate?"
"She went to Sijiqing; she won't be back so early."
"What time is your train?"
"Two o'clock; we've agreed to meet at the station."
My kiss landed on her forehead, one hand gently caressing her earlobe. She opened her arms and hugged me tightly. My kiss traveled down her nose, finding her trembling lips. I explored between her teeth, searching, our tongues entwining, sucking hard. My hand grasped her full, soft yet firm breasts through her clothes. My other hand slipped behind her back, unhooking her bra, caressing her smooth back. That wasn't enough; I wanted more. I pulled her shirt up, revealing her breasts. Her breasts bounced in the sunlight, making my heart race.
I pushed her down onto the bed, teasing her nipples with my tongue, and she began to moan. I lingered on her breasts, kneading, squeezing, and playing with them. Suddenly, she sat up, hugged me, and bit me hard on the neck. I held back the pain, not crying out. She ripped open my shirt, threw it on the floor, and began to unbuckle my belt, almost frantically. I looked at her in surprise, yet cooperated with her, thinking: What's wrong? I've never seen her so eager. Without much thought, I pulled her up, and she peeled off her long skirt. She wasn't wearing stockings underneath. I slid my fingers up her inner thigh, all the way to the edge of her panties. It was warm and moist there. I didn't caress her much before pulling off her panties. Her pubic hair was sparse, gleaming golden in the sunlight. I pressed myself against her, kissing her lower abdomen, navel, pubic hair, and pubic mound. She hugged my head, fell backward, and landed on the bed. I lifted her legs, licking her taste, making her writhe. She grabbed my ear and pulled me up. We kissed incessantly, her hands grasping my passion, guiding me, making us one. I moved gently, feeling her softness, listening to her song. I turned her to the side, hugged one leg, and thrust hard, thrust harder, making her scream. No, she screamed too loudly, so I quickly put my index finger in her mouth, and she sucked on it desperately.
I turned her over, made her kneel on the bed, and held her full, round buttocks, making her surge with passion once more, letting her remember my passion and hardness. All I heard was the gentle murmur of water and my rapid breathing. I was like a cannon, firing freely inside her
…
I lay on her back, covering her, like the sky and earth merging. Everything was lost in a blur. We embraced, whispering, gently caressing, kissing deeply. Today's sunshine belonged to this man and this woman.
In this sun-drenched midday, we made love endlessly, demanding more from each other, as if to make up for all the days of separation. Possessing each other, feeling each other, was no longer for pleasure, but simply because we didn't want to be apart again… In the afternoon
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I saw her off at the school gate, watching her drive away, a lingering sense of loss.
Two months later, I received a letter from her. She wished me happiness and hoped I would wish her happiness in her new marriage.
I wasn't sad, I didn't drown my sorrows in alcohol.
I asked myself, "Do you understand her?"

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