【Yueyue】（04）Author: Demon(w1985jc)

Author: demon (w1985jc)
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Chapter Four

August 8th, the first anniversary of the opening of the Beijing Olympics. I went to KFC by myself, recalling watching the opening
ceremony a year ago. I thought of Weng Xiaomeng's wedding photos, a pink backless dress, her lips pursed as she kissed the groom. I also thought of Yueyue in the shopping mall not
far . I didn't go in to find her, but instead took a bus to Shazikou to wait for her after work.
I watched the people getting off every bus she took, afraid of missing her. I don't know which bus it was, but finally I saw her
get off . I quietly walked to her side and walked with her. She was wearing a zebra-print top and capri pants, her brows
furrowed, her steps hurried. I had been walking on her left for so long and she hadn't noticed me. I couldn't help but laugh and peeked in front of
her. Only then did she see me, and then her brows furrowed even more. She stopped and looked at me. She never
expected that who had just been texting her, would suddenly appear in front of her. Seeing her angry expression, I could only
leave . I headed south towards the underpass, turning back to look at her. She stood there

, frowning, watching me leave. We didn't see each other again throughout August or September. She told me not to visit her, so I listened and did
n't. But we chatted almost every day. She told me to listen to the duo's song, "
You'll Always Be in My Heart"; I told her about the score difference in the men's basketball Asian Championship in Tianjin, and she said it wasn't much. I laughed, "You even know about basketball?" She
said her class had basketball games when she was in school; I went to the Chaoyang District Hospital to see a doctor, and it was just a bit itchy, like an inflammation
. She said, "Take good care of it, save it for me." That was in September. I thought, "Sister, can we stop just
talking and start doing things?" Suddenly, I remembered one night around 9 pm, I called her, and she answered, saying, "I was just about to call you,
really." I believed her. During that time, we kept each other in our hearts. Every time
we talked , we didn't want to hang up. I always had to ask her to hang up first before I would.

In mid-September, I moved back to Shuangquanbao from Yanjingli. Cao Lei was moving, and I was tired of living in the basement
. Wang Wei didn't mind my abrupt departure and introduced me to his colleague, Lao Xu. We ended up living
together , even though it was a three- or four-story building with no sunlight. On National Day, I watched the 60th
anniversary military parade at an internet cafe. Lao Hu stood on a Hongqi limousine waving to everyone. On October 12th, she finally agreed to
meet me. I washed my hair, tidied my beard, and went out wearing my gray striped shirt. I took
the 635 bus from Erlizhuang to Jishuitan, then transferred to Line 2 to Xuanwumen.

After exiting the subway, I went straight into the mall and saw her in the distance, wearing a white top, sitting there,
seemingly playing on the computer. I walked out of the mall to the north gate and waited for her, saying, "I'm here, come out." We went to the same
restaurant as last time. She brought an ear of corn, I ordered two bottles of beer, and we ordered a spicy Sichuan-style spicy blood curd dish.
I forgot the other dishes. In the few months since she started working, she'd lost a little weight and her face was a bit smaller. What hadn't
changed was the white cleavage at her neckline. It wasn't that her necklines were all low, but rather that her breasts were full, making the
cleavage extend higher. At that moment, looking at this
beautiful young woman in white with short black hair and a sweet smile, I felt she wasn't much less attractive than Weng Xiaomeng on TV. That day, Yueyue was one of the most beautiful moments of hers in my
heart . She asked me with a smile if I wanted some corn. I said no, thinking, "If I eat one ear, what will you eat?

Are we going to share it?" I drank two bottles of beer. After dinner, it was mid-October in Beijing, and the night
was already a bit chilly. I thought that after accompanying her back to the mall, I'd go home and that would be the end of it
. But she didn't want me to leave and pulled me to sit down by a tall flower bed. I felt a little cold, perhaps the alcohol was encouraging me to do something,
since she was being so proactive. I took her hand and pulled her to the middle of the road, wrapping my arms around her
back. The soft, fleshy touch intoxicated me. I gently caressed her soft, beautiful flesh, constricted by her bra, feeling as sweet
as . Then, I lowered my head to find her lips, pressed them together, and kissed her. After knowing each other for almost eight months, we finally kissed
…

an indescribable bliss. But she turned her head away, burying her face in my chest. I gently stroked her back and
tried to kiss her lips again. She flinched a few times, but finally our lips met. This time it lasted a little longer, but only three to
five seconds. Our soft, wet tongues had just intertwined, experiencing a brief moment of pleasure, when she pulled back again, looking down.
I didn't try to kiss her again, just held her gently, caressing her. Eventually, it was time to leave. By a tree, I confessed my love
passionately . She listened tenderly, head bowed, without speaking. I've forgotten which time it was, but I remember her saying to me,
"Try your best, I'll wait for you." In truth, we, in the throes of passionate love, both lost our rationality.

After that brief French kiss, she refused to see me again. October exams were coming up again, this time only
one subject: International Finance. On Saturday afternoon, the 24th, I sat in an exam hall at a middle school near Shijingshan District in Haidian District
, looking at the gray sky outside, wondering if I should leave Beijing and try a different life. After the exam,
I sold all my textbooks and workbooks, not caring whether I passed or not; I even considered giving up on self-study. I started
looking for work, but it was always the same old lousy jobs, even finding positions
like private librarian and car washer. After the interview for the librarian job, on the evening of November 2nd, I went to the mall to find her. She saw me;
it was already cold. We only met briefly. We squatted by the roadside. I reached out to touch her hand, she dodged.
I touched it again, and she smiled, reached out, and shook my hand, saying hello, hello. I reached out to touch her face, she dodged. She seemed
rational and cold, although she would smile at me. She took me to look at the job postings on their mall's signboard, and then walked
straight away without looking back.

Suddenly, I wanted to go home; I didn't want to stay in Beijing anymore. I was unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept this woman, and even more unwilling to accept
this city, but there was nothing I could do. In early November, Beijing had a snowfall, Qian Xuesen passed away, and
singer Chen Lin committed suicide. I decided to go home, and I told Yueyue. I wasn't using this as a means to get her to see me
or give me anything; I genuinely wanted to go back. We met at the mall, in a secluded spot. She led me
there , and we sat on the steps. She suddenly leaned her head against my shoulder and said, "We can't see each other anymore."

It felt like sitting on the bleachers of the sports field at night during my school days. Although that kind of thing had never happened to me
, I truly longed for it. So, was my sexual encounter with Yueyue a kind of compensation?

After she sat down, I turned to look at her without blinking. She smiled and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?"
I gently kissed her, and this time she didn't flinch. She closed her eyes and met my kiss. Our tongues finally
intertwined In the throes of pleasure, my right hand climbed up her breast, to her left,
so full and soft, through her work clothes. This was the tenderness I had longed for for half a year, and it truly
captivated me. I tried to reach under her clothes, but she seemed to be wearing another garment tied around
her waist . Just as I was about to pull the garment off her waist, she took my hand and placed
it at her neckline! This gesture greatly encouraged me, and I slipped my right hand inside her neckline, inside her
bra , skin to skin, caressing her left breast without any obstruction. Then I used my index finger to tease her
nipple. I opened my eyes, looked down, tilted my head, and made various movements, trying to see what her breasts looked like,
what her delicate nipples felt like. I think my expression must have been quite lewd, but she just looked at me, letting me do whatever I
wanted. I was afraid we wouldn't be able to sleep together, so that night, I took whatever I could get. Yueyue's breasts were round
and white, as smooth and fair as her face. Her nipples were small, neither dark nor pink, just a normal flesh color.
I greedily touched them a few more times, being careful not to stretch the neckline of her work uniform. Time flew by, and she had to go back
to work. I said tactfully, "When do you have a day off? Let's meet." She said okay. Then we stood up,
walked to the door, and I stopped, turned around to face her, put my arm around her shoulder, and quietly looked at her. She didn't say anything,
just shyly lowered her head. I kissed her forehead, so reluctant to let her go. She lowered her head, smiled shyly, and whispered,
"Go quickly." As she spoke, she pushed her hand towards my erect crotch. She was truly a beauty, indeed a
charming wife in her thirties. This action made me, who was already aroused, want to take her right there and then. The more she
pushed me down like this, the more I thrust my lower body against her. We played around like this repeatedly. I told her
that I would come back. As I said this, I thought of when Pigsy left Gao Village and told his mother-in-law, "Take good care of Cuilan.
I, Old Pig, will come back after I finish my journey to the West." But she was thinking of Grey Wolf, because she often watched Pleasant Goat
and Big Big Wolf with her daughter. At the end of each episode, Grey Wolf would say, "I will definitely come back."

On the way home, I chatted with her on QQ, saying that my breath still smelled of her cigarettes after our kiss. Yes, Yueyue smokes.

This night of initial intimacy and the anticipation for the next few days kept me awake. She promised to
see me again before I went home. We both understood what that meant, but it depended on her schedule, her
work schedule, and which days she had off. For me, I could only wait for her message.

The day after November 11th, the snow in Beijing hadn't melted yet. I was sitting idly in an internet cafe when I received her message, asking me to go back to Miyun with her. I didn't even have time to wash my hair; I rushed to Dongzhimen subway station in
my old down jacket
.

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