【A Dream Without a Trace】(01-02) Author: xiaoyaoii

Author: xiaoyaoii
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Chapter 1: Heartbeat

This is a true story. I've thought about it for a long time, but I feel it's better to write it down; otherwise, I'll
always feel uneasy.

I live in a very large city in the north, considered middle class. For decades, I've
lived a monotonous life, so I've long forgotten what passion or excitement is. However,
coincidences, whether intentional or unintentional, always bring surprises, sometimes even shocks.

I'm a retired ordinary worker with a modest pension. My wife and I both own apartments,
so life is carefree. My son and daughter have grown up, started their own families, and after retiring, I
began to enjoy my final years.

The story should have been like most people's: daily chores, watching my grandchildren, and
slowly reaching the end. But after the apartment downstairs was bought, everything began to change in ways I couldn't
believe.

Originally, my wife and I went to stay with our son to help look after our grandson and enjoy family time. However, because
I'm a heavy smoker, my wife eventually made us go back home. Since
everyone in this neighborhood works for my company, I know it very well. Every day I'd eat whatever was convenient, play a little card, take an evening stroll,
relax, chat with the old neighbors, and sometimes reminisce about my younger days.

As living standards improved, some neighbors sold their houses, moved to bigger houses, or
moved elsewhere. Gradually, those familiar faces disappeared from my life; we rarely interact anymore, and the number
of people I could chat with and play cards with dwindled. Sometimes it's quite melancholic, but that's life.

Things started when the apartment on the second floor was being renovated. I live on the third floor, and my previously uneventful life began to take
a different turn, filling me with motivation and making me understand what passion truly means. My passionate
years only began after retirement.

This is an old neighborhood, but it boasts a prime location and affordable housing prices. There are also good schools nearby,
so many people buy houses here primarily for their children's education – typical parental sentiment. Because it 's an old neighborhood,
my building is mostly inhabited by elderly people, so it's usually very quiet. However, one morning,
the noise of renovations shattered this tranquility, thus beginning this story.

The elderly usually wake up early, so morning renovations are generally fine, but they typically take
a nap after lunch . The renovations on the second floor seemed to be rushing, continuing non-stop all day, eventually infuriating the elderly residents.
They went to the property management office together, and the matter was brought to light. The property management staff, who were also from my old workplace, quickly located
the renovation workers and told them to stop. The renovation workers had no choice but to contact the homeowner. That's how
I met the protagonist of this story, Xiaoli, whose husband's surname is Song, so let's call him Xiao Song.

After the property management ordered the renovations to stop, the workers rested in their apartments. Several hours later, a young couple
arrived, approached the property management, inquired about the situation, and then politely apologized to each household, promising
not to renovate again between noon and 3 PM. The matter should have been resolved that way. However, a problem arose.

For some unknown reason, the workers tampered with the heating pipes, causing a leak. The workers contacted the property management, whose
heating office also stopped the renovations. This meant the homebuyers had to come over to coordinate the matter. Xiaoli's
husband, Xiao Song, couldn't come because he was on a business trip, so Xiaoli came alone.

It's difficult for a young woman like Xiaoli to handle such a situation, especially since she's strong-willed, so things got a little
unpleasant . It took from noon until evening to finally resolve the issue. I was upstairs, and it wasn't
really . But coincidentally, none of my neighbors seemed to be home that day. Just as I was about to go buy groceries, the doorbell
rang. Usually, neighbors just call out to me; they rarely ring the doorbell. So, I knew it
probably wasn't a neighbor. I put down the bag of groceries

I was about to put in and opened the door. It was Xiaoli, probably around 24 years old, a very pretty
girl , very delicate-looking, a classic Eastern beauty. You could remember her at first glance. Her bright, expressive eyes were
fixed on the security door. Strangely enough, I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before. Not recently, but
a long time ago, when I was younger. Before, it was just the property management bringing a young couple to apologize; I didn't
pay much attention. Renovating? Fine, I'd just go to bed early. So, a few polite words and it was over. But
today , when I opened the door and faced Xiaoli, I froze. Something inside me stirred
, and memories started replaying endlessly in my mind. She looked so much like her. "Uncle, I'm Xiao Li from the renovation company downstairs
. We've met before, do you remember me?" "Oh, oh," I felt my face flush red. What was wrong with me
? I quickly covered my embarrassment.

"Xiao Li, I remember, I remember. Come, come in, let's talk." I stepped aside, not knowing
what , but it was still impolite to speak at the door. I figured she wouldn't mind too much, being an old man like me, so
I let Xiao Li in. Xiao Li didn't stand on ceremony and came in. "

Come on, make yourself at home. I'll get you some water." I said, finding a cup and pouring Xiao Li a glass of water, placing it on
the coffee table. Xiao Li sat down, but something felt off. She looked disheveled, her
two expressive eyes scanning the room, and her face was a little red. I wondered what
she was thinking . "Uncle, don't be so polite. I just... I have something to ask you."

"What is it? Just say it. I'll help if I can. It's not easy for young people to renovate their houses," I
said , sitting down as well. I looked at Xiaoli's face again; it was so similar. I never expected to see such a striking
resemblance. Xiaoli glanced around the room, her eyes finally showing a hint of excitement, but she didn't
notice it at all.

"Nothing, I just... I just wanted to use the restroom. It seems none of the downstairs neighbors are home. Is it
convenient for you?" "Of course, it's not inconvenient at all. Go ahead, it's over there." I pointed towards the restroom. Xiaoli
suddenly stood up and walked straight there without saying anything, seemingly in a hurry. Later I learned that she had taken the afternoon off
and had been busy with property management matters, so she hadn't been to the restroom. Girls, by their very nature, find it difficult to hold it in.
So, after taking care of her business, she felt she couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to borrow something from the property management, but it was a bit far, in
another courtyard. So, she knocked on doors one by one, but no one answered. Finally, she went upstairs and
could finally relax.

Seeing her anxious look, I wanted to laugh, but I held it in. After all, she's quite old; laughing at a
child would be a bit much. I shook my head, stood up, and went to get the cloth bag, planning to go
grocery shopping
finished using the toilet. I should mention that I put the cloth bag in the kitchen, but to get to the kitchen, you have to pass through the toilet. Also, the toilet door in our house has been used for so long that it's never locked. After so many years, it's a bit loose and easily blown open by the wind. The toilet has
a window, which I usually leave slightly open for ventilation. When I went to get the cloth bag,
I unconsciously glanced at the toilet door as I passed by.

You probably know what happened. Coincidentally, the door was blown open a crack by the wind, and I saw
Xiaoli taking off her pants and underwear, preparing to sit down to relieve herself. And, as she bent down to take them off, the door opened a little,
and I immediately saw her white thighs, and a small patch of black
hair partially hidden by her shirt between her thighs.

Just like that, I was a little stunned, and a certain part of my lower body started to feel hot, like it was about to rise. Xiaoli was wearing
a business suit, about 1.65 meters tall, with long hair in a ponytail. The business suit was very fitted,
so you could see she had a great figure, long legs, and her light blue shirt was turned up,
revealing just below her neck when she bent down, but I couldn't see any cleavage—a relatively conservative type of
shirt.

This visual shock suddenly made me feel a little hot and breathless. The description would take
a long time to write, but it actually only took a few seconds. I glanced at it and immediately felt something was wrong. I mentally cursed myself
for being disrespectful to my age, then turned and went to the kitchen. Xiaoli was probably in such a hurry that she didn't
notice her private parts had been exposed, so she continued on her way.

Strangely enough, since our children grew up, my spouse and I have rarely had sex. Partly because of our age,
we don't have as many thoughts about it anymore, and partly due to visual and sensory fatigue. So, this sudden
feeling made me blush again, feeling like I was being indecent. I tried to pick up the bag several times but couldn't. Finally,
I calmed myself down in the kitchen for a few seconds.

When the feeling subsided, I picked up the bag, went to the coffee table, grabbed my keys, and prepared to leave.
But with our senses, if you don't pay attention, you might not notice anything. However, after this shock,
when I passed the bathroom, I didn't look again, and even if I did, the angle was inappropriate. I didn't look, but I heard a
sound that sent a shiver down my spine. The sound of running water came through, accompanied by a
soft "Mmm~"—a moan, a very comfortable one.

This sound, coming from my own home, stirred my long-dormant heart. My lower
body suddenly hardened, instantly swelling, creating a small tent in my pants. It all
happened in a matter of seconds, but it felt like an eternity. From passing by the bathroom, to hearing it, to reaching the coffee table
, my back was sweating. There was excitement, curiosity, guilt, and something else I couldn't quite define. I
had a sudden urge to open the bathroom door, to see Xiaoli's face, to really look at it. I wanted to know what that
expression was like.

"You old pervert," I muttered to myself, pinching my thigh. "Ouch!"
The pain snapped me back to reality, but the feeling was still there. Logically speaking, at my age, apart from those
officials who are used to the comforts of their positions, few people can still feel this way. After all, no one has the heart for it anymore. Xiaoli
made me feel something, mainly because of her face. She looked so much like the only girl I ever had a crush on in my life,
but that was a memory I had sealed away and even forgotten. In those days, there was
n't much passion. The ones in TV dramas were all unrealistic. My wife and I were introduced to each other and then got married.

But we never even held hands. It's not laughable, but on our wedding night, we just sat there for
most of the day. My wife was very beautiful back then, but I didn't know how to start. This isn't a joke;
it's the experience of most people in our generation.

Chapter Two: Familiarity .

I tried to calm my emotions, to return to normal, because this feeling made me feel
guilty , and it made me even more uncomfortable. But besides guilt, there seemed to be something else.
What was it? I couldn't be sure, and I didn't want to think about it.

Women are naturally beauty-conscious, so after the sounds from the bathroom subsided, Xiaoli didn't emerge for another ten
minutes . She looked completely different; her face was no longer flushed, and
she had cleaned off the dust.

She seemed like a different person. If she had come out looking the same, I could have chatted with her without worry. But seeing her like this gave me
a strange feeling. Her face was also a little damp, she must have washed it. After all, few
girls would tolerate appearing covered in dust in front of others, including an old man like me.

Xiaoli opened the bathroom door, then went back to look in the mirror and fixed her hair.
Seeing me with the cloth bag, she guessed I was leaving and became a little embarrassed.

"Uncle, thank you. I didn't notice you were leaving, it took me ages," Xiaoli said, giving an apologetic smile
. That familiar face made me momentarily stunned, but only for a second. A second, in certain
situations, can feel incredibly long, like a lifetime.

"It's alright, haha, it won't take long. Take your time. Do you want me to tidy up a bit more? You look like
a , such a pretty girl!" I tried to remain normal and complimented Xiaoli. "

Thank you, Uncle. Are you going to buy groceries?" "Yes, vegetables are cheaper now, and I usually just
buy a little for myself. Would you like some more water?" I hung the key next to the door again,
intending to pour Xiaoli some more water, but she hadn't drunk a drop of the water on the coffee table. I didn't notice
because I was observing her closely. The feeling was very strange, like suddenly being on a grassland, a feeling
of exhilaration.

Xiaoli didn't notice this either. She picked up the water glass on the coffee table and took a few sips. It seemed she was really thirsty.
Then, she smiled, glanced at the cloth bag in my hand, and walked to the door, opening it to leave. "Uncle,
no need, thank you for your trouble today. Let's go down together; I need to go back too, I'll go with you."

As I watched her walk, I remembered everything I'd seen in the restroom: her white legs, her white
neck , and that black thing that fueled my endless fantasies. Everything raced through my mind,
uncontrollably. After Xiaoli opened the door, she turned to look at me, making me feel very awkward. I picked up my keys, gripped
the cloth bag tightly, and dared not look Xiaoli in the eye.

And so, we went downstairs together. Xiaoli was still very talkative, chatting as we walked, asking this and
that. I really enjoyed this feeling, as if she were the girl from my youth beside me, the girl I once
secretly loved, the girl who kept me awake at night, the girl who had disappeared from my life for so many years. When we reached the entrance of the complex,
Xiaoli was going to take the bus home. I didn't say anything, just told her to be careful on the road, and opened the gate with the access card.

Because Xiao Li doesn't come often and hadn't gone to the property management office to get his access card, the security guard kept a close eye on
him. Another crucial reason was that Xiao Li's attire resembled that of a real estate agent. Security guards are most annoyed by real estate agents
posting everywhere. So, after Xiao Li and I came out, the guard greeted me first, saying, "Uncle, going to buy groceries?
You're quite late today." I smiled and replied, "Yes, buying groceries, working the night shift." The guard smiled and said a few more words.

But upon seeing Xiao Li, the guard's expression darkened. He stopped him and asked, "You're a real estate agent,
don't you know you have to register to enter the community? Did you register?" Xiao Li was a little annoyed but still politely
replied, "I'm a resident here, I'm here to look at renovations." The guard got angry. Seeing how young Xiao Li was and
his professional attire, he immediately assumed he was a real estate agent and tried to prevent him from leaving.

I was in a good mood, but this sudden turn of events immediately made me angry. I blocked
Xiaoli's path, and the security guard looked a little confused. Ignoring Xiaoli's reaction, I yelled at the guard, "Xiao Liu,
you little rascal, didn't you see she came out with me? She's from the apartment downstairs that I just bought. How dare you call her
a real estate agent? You little brat, did you eat something bad today?" The guard was a bit stunned by my outburst, because I'm usually
all smiles, even when I'm angry, I don't keep a straight face. Suddenly, I yelled at him like that, and he didn't know
what to do.

Just then, the security captain rode by on his bicycle. After understanding the situation, he said a few words to the guard and then
apologized to Xiaoli and me. The guard also said sorry, feeling embarrassed. I was still angry, so I grabbed the guy's
sleeve and dragged him in front of Xiaoli, making him apologize to her in person. After

this commotion, Xiaoli was also a little embarrassed, repeatedly saying, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a misunderstanding. The security guard
is responsible. I should be happy to have a security guard like that." I felt a little embarrassed; things were acting strangely today. So I
immediately relaxed my expression, glanced at the security guard, Xiao Liu, and let go of his hand. Xiao Liu immediately shifted, still seeming a bit
confused . I chuckled, "Xiao Liu, you little rascal, you've been so hot-tempered lately. Has your wife gone back to her hometown
? Next time you do this, see how I deal with you!"

Seeing that I wasn't angry anymore, Xiao Liu's face clearly softened. Since we usually greet each other, and he
's very particular about that, he quickly waved his hand, saying, "Uncle, don't worry, next time I'll be careful with the people you bring." I
looked at him, smiled, and said, "You little rascal," and Xiao Liu smiled and returned to his original position.

After all that commotion, I changed my mind about going grocery shopping. I just wanted to take a walk and chat with my old friends
, but suddenly I felt something was wrong. I turned around and saw that I was still blocking Xiao Li's way. She was inside the gate, and I
was outside; she couldn't get out unless I moved. I quickly took a few steps forward, and Xiaoli came out smoothly as well.
Then , she smiled at the security guard and said thank you, asking for your continued support. The security guard, Xiao Liu, smiled and apologized
. Xiaoli was already a beautiful woman, and her smile made Xiao Liu blush, which made me a little uncomfortable.

But then I realized how ridiculous I was.

Xiaoli and I walked around the neighborhood for a while longer. Since we were going to the park, and the bus stop was nearby,
we decided to walk together. On the way, Xiaoli jokingly asked if I was always this short-tempered, saying I looked scary when I was angry
. This made me feel incredibly embarrassed, so I could only respond politely. We chatted for a while until we reached the park.
The bus stop was just ahead. Xiaoli was still very polite, saying thank you for today and that she would need my help again if needed.
She said she was very influential in the neighborhood, like a boss. Baozi? What? I didn't
understand at first. Later, my son told me she meant "boss," implying she was a leader. I was so embarrassed, while my son
and daughter laughed until their stomachs hurt.

I smiled and told her to be careful on the road, and to come upstairs to find me if she needed any help. Xiaoli nodded,
waved, and turned to walk towards the bus stop. But I felt that the initial awkwardness between us had disappeared, which made me
happy. I shook my head and went for a walk in the park.

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