[A Thousand Sails Race Alongside the Sunken Ship] (The End) Author: Feng Shang 7

Author: Feng Shang 7
Word Count: 12626

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. The world outside the car window was so hazy, indescribable.

It felt like something had been forgotten in my heart, a memory I didn't want to recall. I'm sorry.

She said, "It's so nice to see you again."

I saw her face full of smiles, gazing calmly at the world outside the car window. I heard from an old classmate that she had become a police officer,
and that she had become even more beautiful in the years since I last saw her. I didn't expect we'd be in the same police station.

She shook her head and smiled, casually taking the cigarette from my hand, lightly biting her red lips. I found her red lips alluring.
We chatted casually, and she said, "How have you been these past years?"

I smiled, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and after a moment of silence, said softly, "What's wrong with me? I'm over twenty
and still not married. My colleagues all say I have a problem with my sexual orientation, otherwise why
wouldn't the girls around them?"

She chuckled, wearing a white sweater, her neck hunched against the chair, murmuring to herself, "Actually, aren't
we both the same?" She pointed to her heart, saying softly, "Even if we break up,
this place still holds memories of each other. I've thought of you, just like you once said you thought of me."

A wave of confusion washed over me. Suddenly, I asked, "We...we haven't seen each other for four years?"

She nodded, tilting her beautiful face, and said softly, "It's been four years. I don't know
how I got through those four years, but...but sometimes there were moments of happiness." She turned to look at me, a little
excited , and said, "You know, in the competition recently, I took down six guys all by myself." As she spoke
, I listened intently, murmuring, "You still have many suitors, right?"

She paused, then smiled, "Yes, just like before." I laughed, "Look at you, so beautiful, like a celebrity, and your father's a high-ranking official, how could you not

have suitors ?"
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She glared at me, scolding, "Alright, stop joking. Didn't you say you'd drive me around? Why
did you stop?"

I said, "I still love you. Do you believe me?"

She froze, the streetlight shining through the window onto her face, making her look stunning. I chuckled self-deprecatingly, took out a cigarette, and
casually lit it.

Her eyes held too much melancholy for me to bear. She said softly, "I know you still hate
me for that incident. You always resented me interfering with your freedom, even breaking up with me for your freedom. I understand."

I sighed. After a while, she asked me about my daily life, and I answered casually.
Sometimes would smile. I said I was going to go for a drink.

Hearing this, her fair face flushed slightly, and she nodded gently, "As long as you don't do anything malicious."

I said, "Of course, you're a policeman."

In the elegant and relaxed atmosphere around us, I poured her a glass of wine, gazing intently at her face, and said, "You've lost weight."

She smiled, shrinking her neck, and slowly said, "Actually, we're both the same."

I said, "Have you ever thought about finding someone to grow old with?"

She said no. I asked her why, and she said, "My man left me before we could even grow old
together .

" My eyes welled up with tears; there was so much sadness in her eyes. I wanted to say something more, but her phone rang.

The music was light, the atmosphere more elegant, like a dancing girl. I poured her a glass of wine and asked who was calling.

She glanced at me, a little playfully, and said, "It's my boyfriend. He wants me to go home early."

I felt a little dejected and lowered my head without speaking. She chuckled, "Are you really feeling down?"

I forced a smile and said, "Of course I am."

My heart ached like it was being pierced by needles, and I turned my face to the side.

She smiled and said, "On your birthday, I'll say things you like to hear. You'll be very happy. It's fate
that we've met again.

" I said, "Are you leaving?"

She nodded and said, "Yes, I'm going home. If you want to see me off, you can."

I said, "Aren't you afraid your boyfriend will find out?" She said, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid at all."

I drove her home. Her place was far from my workplace, a half-hour drive. We chatted casually
on the way . I pretended to be calm, lit a cigarette, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you living with your boyfriend?"

She didn't answer, just smiled. I think she must have seen the pain in my eyes.

I had so much to say, but she asked me to walk her to the entrance of her apartment complex. I parked downstairs and kept
smoking . I said I had to go home.

She said, "Okay, take care of yourself."

We walked away back to back. I secretly looked back at her as her figure gradually disappeared. That
night , I didn't sleep well. I went back to reviewing a huge pile of documents. I'm a police officer,
and meeting her at the police station was completely unexpected. People said that when I saw her expression, it looked like she had an egg
in her mouth . I smiled awkwardly. I opened the window and smoked outside. Before me stood towering buildings
, their lights still on, a scene of undiminished prosperity. This was a city that never sleeps, a world-famous city.

It started raining heavily in the middle of the night. I turned on my computer, listened to the rain outside, and typed furiously on the keyboard,
working until 11 p.m. before finally finishing up my materials. I then played a song called "Red Rose."

I have a habit of staying up late, sleeping very late every day, chatting with people online, or having others chat with me.
This is a comfortable and stress-free life.

The next day, I went to a murder scene for an interview. The deceased was a man in his fifties, found dead next to a trash can, clutching a small knife tightly
in his hand . His body was covered in stab wounds. The forensic doctor initially determined it to be suicide, because
the surveillance footage from the scene showed that he came there alone, had drunk a lot of alcohol, and walked in a
disheveled manner in the video. Besides, for a homeless person like him, there wouldn't be much attention anyway; once he died, that was that.

I'm already immune to murder scenes; I've seen even the most horrific ones. In some murders or suicides,
the deceased are dead for more than ten days without anyone knowing, locked in a house until they start to stink, until the stench becomes unbearable, and then people
can't stand it anymore and call the police. Once you enter the house, the discomfort is indescribable.

At noon, I followed a senior police officer. He was a talkative man who kept boasting about his
glorious past. He said, "Youngsters like you are too timid. There are some cases we didn't even dare to let you accompany us on.

" I asked him what cases they were, and he smiled, exhaled a puff of smoke, and didn't say anything more.

Everyone has a past they don't want to return to deep in their heart, and I have one too, and I'm no exception.

Late at night, I dialed her number. We didn't speak, not a word, just our breathing
transmitted through the receiver, a silent silence. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't utter a word. This continued without ceasing.
In the depths of our feelings, even our breaths betrayed a hint of loneliness.

That loneliness stemmed from our own inner longing for each other.

Every day after work, I would pick her up, and we'd have a few drinks together, chatting on the way. This was our life after
our reunion , until two weeks later, she suddenly called, crying on the phone. She said she was scared, so
scared.

I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say anything, just told me to come quickly. I said okay and rushed to her house,
without even thinking about whether her boyfriend was there. I asked her to open the door, and she opened it, tears streaming down her face, and threw herself into my arms, saying
she had a nightmare.

I smiled and touched her cheek, saying, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

She pulled me into the house, poured me a cup of tea, and said her dream was real. I looked at her curiously and said, "
How can a dream be real?"

She didn't speak, but nestled in my arms and whispered, "Call me...call my name."

I gently called her, "Yaoyao, Yaoyao."

Her pretty face was wet with tears, her eyelashes still wet with tears, and she said softly, "You know, not long ago, I went to handle
a case. A girl died so tragically, and there was a suicide note in her room saying, 'None of you will live peacefully.'"

I said, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

She shook her head and said, "Although I don't believe in ghosts, I've heard that the girl was rather withdrawn,
had few friends, and people in the neighborhood said she was crazy and avoided her. That girl was only
seventeen ."

I comforted her, saying, "You're a police officer, you often deal with life and death, you'll get used to it.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm with you.

" She hummed in agreement and said softly, "I'm scared living alone, and there's nothing I can do."

I said, "Where's your boyfriend?"

She glared at me, feigning annoyance, and said, "My boyfriend has only ever been you. I want to know if you still
care about me. I lied to you the other day.

" I said, "Let's live together.

" She smiled, a hint of shyness on her face.

She's a traditional person, always insisting on marriage before consummating the marriage. I didn't force her. That night, I didn't
leave at all and slept in the same bed with her. We kissed, caressed, kissed naked, her delicate hands gently caressing us.
We just wouldn't cross that line. I said I missed her so much I could hardly breathe. She lay in my arms and softly
said, "Why did you leave me? Now you know how good I am, right?"

I said I knew, of course I knew, and gently lifted her up, lowering my head to passionately kiss her soft flesh. She
bit her delicate finger, her eyes glazed over as she looked at me. Just as I was lost in the passion of our kiss, she screamed,
"Ah, outside the window! Outside the window!"

I looked up sharply towards the window and saw a ghostly figure flash by through the curtains. My scalp
tingled, but I forced a calm smile and said, "You're seeing things." Then I pulled out a pistol from under my pillow and said, "
We're the police."

Yao Yao paled, burying her face in my arms and whispering, "Hold me tight."

I said I'd always been there, and as I held her, trying to distract her with tenderness, we suddenly heard a
meow from the living room. I've always hated cats and had never told anyone, not even Yao Yao. Hearing the meow, she
seemed to like it, gently stroking my erection with her delicate hand and saying, "I named it Sika. Sika was a stray
cat. When I found it, it was so pitiful, all dirty."

I pulled her into bed, tucked her in, and hugged her tightly, saying, "Sweetie, we'll give the cat away tomorrow."

She asked, a little strangely, "What's wrong?"

I laughed, "Don't you know cats love to steal food?"

She giggled, clinging to my neck, "Kiss me, kiss me."

We kissed, and when we couldn't help ourselves, I said I wanted her. She understood what I meant, her face
shyly , "Mmm..." She added, "Be gentle, I'm afraid of hurting you..."

I eagerly pressed myself against her, but unexpectedly, the power went out. I knew there wouldn't be a power
outage fumbled for my pistol, saying, "I'll go check.

" Yao Yao, startled, hugged me tightly, saying, "Don't move, we'll stay in bed until dawn."

I asked, "Are you sleepy?"

She nodded, gently biting my shoulder, "I'm scared, I can't sleep."

I asked her when this started.

She tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Just two days ago, I was on my way back from a case when I met Sika and brought
her home. "

I asked her if she noticed anything unusual during this time.

She said she always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind, but there really wasn't anything there, and she hadn't
done anything wrong.

Like a man's infidelity, a cat's laziness is also innate, especially as they grow older. Sika
looks like a miniature tiger, with a tiger-like head and a lively face. Yao Yao insisted that Sika was very active, so I teased it
. Sika rolled its eyes, meowed twice, and completely ignored me.

Yao Yao was curled up on the sofa reading a magazine, her pretty face resting on her snow-white arm, engrossed in the reading. Hearing Sika
's meow, she couldn't help but chuckle. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she grabbed Sika and put it on
her lap, patting its head and feigning anger, saying, "You naughty cat! I feed you well every day, and
this is how you treat my husband?"

Sika felt wronged, meowed twice, and listlessly slumped her head. Yao Yao tossed her aside,
grabbed a carton of milk, handed it to me, and laughed heartily, "Here, honey, have a glass of milk to calm down."

I took the milk, bit a small hole, took a few sips, and slowly told her, "Last night, actually, I
didn't mean to.

" Yao Yao blushed, covering her pretty face with a magazine, "Don't say it, don't say it..."

I snatched the magazine, picked her up from the sofa, and held her in my arms, murmuring, "To be honest, I really wanted you
last night . We did everything, except for that last step.

" Yao Yao shyly covered her face with her hands, shaking her head vigorously, "Ah, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it..."

I didn't say anything, just stared at her, mesmerized by the girl's charm.
Yao Yao not hearing my reply, thought I was angry and quickly hugged me tightly, saying coquettishly, "Regret it now?
Serves you right! You refused what she offered! You can't blame anyone else!"

I had never seen her so charming before. I hadn't expected her to change so much after all these years apart; she was even more
lively and adorable. I gently stroked her back, my lips close to her earlobe, and in a very low voice,
I said, "Sweetie… I'll take you to a movie in a few days," and then we… well, you know what I mean!

Yao Yao snuggled into my arms. "A movie?" "Pshaw, I don't care! As for that… well,
it's over for last night. Go find whoever you want, it's none of my business."

I knew she was joking, but I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Why would she say something like
that out of the blue? But I didn't want to talk to her about it. I pulled her up and asked, "Want to walk around a bit?"

Yao Yao smiled and said softly, "Okay, you know, because of you, I'm in a really good mood. I'm
happy about everything new."

I took her hand and we went straight out the door. When we got to the parking lot, I asked her, "Should I drive your car or mine?"

She's the kind of girl who attracts attention wherever she goes, not just for her beauty, but more so for her inner qualities.
Besides, she has a great sense of style and a fantastic figure; no man could ignore her alluring beauty. "

Can I use my car?" she asked, pulling my hand and facing me with a rare display of affection. She'd been acting this way more and
more these past few days, as if trying to make up for what she'd lost.

Looking at the tears in her eyes, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. It was night. Although we
lived together, we always had to leave each other every few days. As for the ghost story, I understood that perhaps the police profession wasn't a good fit for Li Yao, but I still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation
for that fleeting ghostly figure . A song was playing in the car, titled "Your Scent." Yao Yao—no, well, let's just call her by her full name for now— Li Yao sat in the passenger seat, chatting with me incessantly. Thankfully, the traffic was noticeably lighter at this time of day. There were many people dancing in the park; they dance almost every night, except on rainy days. I've always found it difficult to describe Li Yao's appearance in detail. She has eyes that seem to speak volumes; I can clearly . Her eyebrows are like delicate willow leaves, her nose is very pretty, and her lips are naturally a vibrant red without lipstick. She's about 1.68 to 1.70 meters tall, with a fantastic figure that perfectly fits modern aesthetic standards—she's practically a perfect work of art tailored by God. Li Yao's personality is quiet and gentle, and she's very considerate. I noticed . Whenever we went on dates, she never cared how much effort I put into pleasing her; instead , she always asked about small details like whether I had eaten well or if I had put on enough clothes. Later, we broke up, not because we were incompatible, nor because of that well-known reason, but because of my future. She used her family connections to pave the way for my future. At that time, I was furious. Did I think I was someone who could only make a name for myself lover? I had never been angry with her before, but because of that one time, I lost my temper and said we should break up. She was stunned for a long time. I didn't dare look at her. I turned around and left resolutely. I cried a lot that night. Later, I learned that Li Yao cried all night after she got home. Our love was built on mutual respect, understanding , and trust. It was just that the impetuousness of youth meant that I would never bow down and admit my mistakes to her. Not long after, Li Yao disappeared—completely vanished, taking with her every trace of her life . The gifts she gave me were all gone overnight. She had my keys. When all those things were gone, facing the cold walls, a man's pride shattered, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and wail. I tried to find her, asking her best friend, Xie Lingling. Lingling rolled her eyes and berated me, calling me ungrateful. "Yao Yao did everything for you! You, you're a heartless wretch!" I returned, dejected, my hope turning to utter despair. I loved her—such pure love, where could I find it again? Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. I numbed myself with work, experiencing life and death . During that undercover operation, just before the arrest, one of the agents was betrayed, and the operation didn't go smoothly; several key figures escaped. I've experienced those life-or-death moments; it was a dreamlike feeling . I clearly heard the whistling of bullets grazing beside me, like a venomous snake devouring my good comrade, Lin Xiao. He was shot six times, covered in blood. Many people were promoted and praised, including myself, but Lin Xiao lay there forever . "Why did the car stop?" I felt the steering wheel suddenly sink, as if someone had grabbed it. I snapped back to reality, drenched in a cold sweat. Li Yao, seeing I'd come to my senses, released her grip and said softly, "Don't be afraid, the past is the past." I gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning my head to smile, and said, "I suddenly remembered something I wanted to tell you. I'd like to meet your parents in a while and talk about our future." Li Yao frowned upon hearing this, as if remembering something. I turned to look at her, "What's wrong?" Li Yao smiled and said, "It's nothing. Actually, thinking about it carefully, it's been so long, it's about time we had a result, don't you think?" I nodded and smiled, "Yes, I love you." She said, "I love you too." We are both very serious people and don't like to make jokes or say things that are unfaithful or impure to our love. When we arrived in the downtown area, we parked the car and decided to go for a drive together. Coincidentally, we saw Zhang Lei and his wife just coming into the parking lot from the exit. Acquaintances like to chat when they meet. I gently put my arm around Li Yao's shoulder and walked over to them with a smile, "Zhang Lei." Zhang Lei smiled when he saw me, picked up his bags and walked over with his wife. When his eyes fell on Li Yao's face, he raised his hand and punched me on the shoulder, "Well done, kid, you're pretty good. You managed to get the policewoman in the station without making a sound. So, don't forget to call me when you get married!" Li Yao had just been transferred from another place and didn't know Zhang Lei, but seeing that he and I were on good terms, she smiled in response. I chuckled and said, "That's a long story. To put it simply, we've known each other for a long time. Isn't that fate?" Zhang Lei's wife, Lu Ya, is a teacher at a prestigious high school. She speaks gently and kindly, making people feel comfortable. Li Yao was eager to go shopping with me, but she was too shy to say it directly. She just secretly pinched my waist. I tactfully said a few words and then led her out of the parking lot to go shopping. She had changed a lot, but the only thing that remained unchanged was her youthful beauty. She bought me a gray scarf at a street stall and personally helped me put it on.

Her movements were gentle and tender, like a virtuous wife.

We sat side-by-side by the water in the park, enjoying the scenery. The crowds had thinned, making it feel somewhat
deserted . In the distance, we could hear the sounds of square dancing music. I looked around
to make sure no one was watching, then cupped her face and tried to kiss her. Li Yao had just finished eating candied hawthorns, making her lips even more luscious and alluring, making my heart pound. She seemed afraid of being seen,
feigning resistance for a few moments, but couldn't resist my persistent coaxing, and finally we kissed passionately. Her lips were so soft,
tasteless—neither sweet nor salty—just like her pure and noble nature. The only
thing that made my heart race was the smooth, fragrant touch of our tongues. This sensation made me greedy,
and I passionately kissed her little tongue. We had French kissed countless times, but I had never grown tired of it, unlike the disgust many
people find repulsive. We embraced deeply and kissed passionately late at night. Kissing her was a
spiritual enjoyment; she was the woman I loved most.

Beyond the bounds of propriety, nothing seemed worth considering. Even I,
someone who appreciates classical culture, would scoff at the notion of being a gentleman. Our breathing grew increasingly rapid, and my hands had already
slipped inside her clothes, wantonly kneading her full, smooth breasts without any cover. Her breasts were very full,
smooth and bouncy to the touch, like playing with a ball as a child. However, the ecstasy I was holding now was beyond the
bouncy of a ball.

Li Yao's face grew increasingly flushed. After the kiss, both of us were blushing and our hearts were pounding. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, panting
slightly and feigning annoyance, "You bad man!"

I was still not satisfied and deliberately stared at her lecherously. Li Yao's face was flushed, and she said coquettishly, "You really have me wrapped around
your little finger! How dare you bully me like this? Don't you care about me at all?" As she spoke, she started hitting me with her small fists.

I couldn't dodge her any longer, so I decided to go all in and pulled her into my arms again. I gently massaged her
full , coaxing her like a child. Li Yao always liked me to coax her; in her eyes, nestled in
the arms of a man who truly loved her, letting him pamper her, she didn't need many surprises or too much romance—
that was enough!

People always say that happiness that comes too suddenly often means it's not far from being lost.

But have they ever considered that if two people don't hold onto their happiness tightly, are they truly ready
to welcome it?

At this moment, the square dancing suddenly switched to a classic song widely used by the masses! A
song that the aunties never tire of using, "The Lasso!"

We were doing something intimate when we suddenly heard the lyrics to "The Lasso," and even a serious kiss became impossible .
I wanted to laugh but dared not, and just desperately tried to kiss Li Yao's lips. Li Yao was also desperately trying to hold back, trying her best
to keep the kiss serious, but the music and lyrics were really inappropriate for doing this in such an atmosphere. Li
Yao was struggling to hold back, and after a while, she turned her face away, clutching her stomach and laughing uncontrollably.

"Sigh," I sighed softly, suddenly remembering Mongolian songs and dances, and how Li Yao used to love ethnic dances;
she must be very skilled at Mongolian dances.

Why couldn't she grow up in Mongolia, experience the vast grasslands, and feel
the thrill of galloping on horseback?

Fortunately, there was no one else around except us. Yao Yao remained calm, and with a
few vanished. Li Yao smiled and asked, "Want me to teach you how to fold paper boats?"

I suddenly remembered a game I played as a child: folding a bunch of paper boats, running to the bridge, and throwing them one after another
—quite a sight! But time flies, and I'd completely forgotten how to fold paper boats.

Besides, where would I find paper to fold?

Li Yao seemed to sense my hesitation and smiled. "It's okay," she said, "we can buy some magazines, tear them up, and fold them into boats
."

She immediately grabbed my hand and ran to a newsstand, buying several magazines. When we returned excitedly, we were
both covered in sweat. She was full of enthusiasm, and so was I. We tore at the magazines with clattering sounds.
Li Yao, being skillful, knew I'd forgotten, so she patiently taught me, her expression incredibly earnest, speaking softly, "
Look, first fold the paper in half, then fold it diagonally to the left and right, tucking the excess in. Then slowly fold it together, and gently
unfold it spoke, her delicate hands unfolded the paper, and with a crumpled shape, a miniature boat was formed.

After her demonstration, I had already memorized the steps. Working together, we didn't know how long it took, but
we weren't tired at all. We folded a whole bunch of little paper boats. Hand in hand, carrying the bag, we went to the riverbank.
Behind us were deep woods and green grass, and in front of us was the tranquil green water. With my beautiful companion by my side, we walked onto the small bridge. Li
Yao opened the bag and took out a small boat, throwing it into the river. The boat drifted gently downstream. She was
overjoyed , and I was happy too. We took turns throwing our boats into the lake, but one by one
, they floated away with the current. On the bridge, a woman of stunning beauty, with flowing hair, nestled into my
arms . That moment became the most beautiful memory of my life.

I had originally planned to meet Li Yao's parents with her. Work wasn't too busy, and after
several discussions, we decided to go ahead. After so many years of a long-term relationship, it was time for a resolution.

Everything felt like a dream, vanishing as soon as I woke up.

Li Yao smiled broadly, though she seemed a bit talkative, chattering incessantly the whole way. "My parents especially like
polite people," she

said. "Just say things they like, and everything will be so easy!" I, on high alert, felt like I was going into battle. I jokingly replied, "Don't worry, I
may not be ,

but flattery is a piece of cake." It turned out to be a false alarm. When we arrived at Li Yao's house, her parents were incredibly welcoming. Hearing us
talk about wanting to get married before the end of the year, they were quite supportive. Li Yao secretly stuck out her tongue, made a
face, and giggled, "See? My parents are pretty nice, aren't they?"

I showered her with compliments, a torrent of praise that made Li Yao giggle.

On the way back, she suddenly brought up the idea of quitting her job and starting her own company. I figured she
wasn't really suited for this dangerous work, so I didn't object. Li Yao is a very smart girl. As the
days went by, my work became increasingly busy, and Li Yao was also
incredibly busy with her company. Fortunately, she had her father's connections, so she didn't have to worry about networking.

She moved to a new place, much closer to her new company. Although the days apart were tough, they gradually...
Gradually, we got used to
it
. Every evening after work, we'd turn on the computer and video chat. She lived too far from my rented apartment; it took her over an hour to drive there. Two months passed like this. We met up a few times during that period, and those brief reunions were incredibly intimate. Finally, the last taboo was broken ahead of schedule, and we crossed it ourselves. Each time
we met, it was like a raging fire, burning with passion, indulging in physical pleasure.

After a busy day at work, as usual, I'd get home and turn on the computer. Li Yao was already online. She
complained , saying how tired she was and how much she wanted to give up.

I advised her that if starting a business was really that tiring, she should just give up. After all, I'd support her!

Li Yao sent a funny face, then immediately requested a video call. As soon as I clicked on the video, I noticed her
hairstyle had changed. I used to love her long, black hair; it looked so beautiful and pure. But she had suddenly changed
it, dyeing her long hair a slightly wavy blonde, which added a touch of allure to her already stunning face.
Seeing my surprise in the camera, she smiled charmingly at the lens and said, "Honey, what do you think? I
did this especially for you, to surprise you. "

To be honest, it was just a hairstyle. Since she was trying so hard to make me happy, I could only go along with it and
smile, saying, "It looks good, but looking at it on screen isn't enough."

Li Yao smiled coquettishly, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "Then I'll come see you tomorrow. I said if I can
, I'll come see you. You're busy with work, so how about we grab a few drinks when you're done?"

Li Yao smiled sweetly, put down her cup, and said, "Okay, come see me when you have time."

I said okay, and we said goodnight to each other.

The longer we were apart, the deeper the loneliness seemed to grow. It wasn't desire, nor was it just loneliness; it was
a kind of solitude. Perhaps everyone longs to be understood and appreciated, especially those in love.

I hadn't seen Li Yao in a long time. Recently, she vaguely mentioned a man's name to me.

Opening QQ, I found our chat history everywhere. June 2nd: "Honey, hehe,
a new guy joined my company today. He just graduated from university and is new to the job. He's not familiar with anything and made a
lot of mistakes, which was hilarious. But he's very diligent; he always asks others
when he doesn't understand something. He's always the one who goes downstairs to pick up takeout. He's especially attentive to me, hehe, what can I do? I'm his boss!

" I replied, "You, as the leader, must set a good example! Good luck!"

June

4th, Oh, honey, I suddenly miss you so much. I know you're busy with work and under a lot of pressure, so
I haven't dared to call you. I've been waiting for you to come online on QQ, but why aren't you online yet? You know, even if
you're busy, just saying a word to you is enough for me. You know, I really want to have a child for you. Come on,
come on, we must get married before the end of the year because of a baby!

I replied to her, "Young lady, you want a child so early? Are you having a crush?" She replied,
"Pah , pah, stop talking nonsense, young lady, time waits for no one!"

June 15th, Honey, I'm so sorry, work has been so busy. I think I've had insomnia, and I haven't had
much energy during the day. Today, the company organized a party, and I was really tired. They urged me to drink, and I
only had a little bit before I couldn't drink anymore. I miss you so much. We haven't seen each other for so long. I wonder if you
miss me as much as I miss you. I know you definitely miss me.

"I replied to her, 'I'm sure she's thinking of me. Even if we're far apart, we'll always be close.'

June 17th, Husband, today I went to the Buddhist temple to pray for your safety. Come back early after you finish your task.
My eyes were filled with tears when I burned incense. I'm under so much pressure; everything is attacking me. Besides you,
who else can I trust?'

" "I replied to her, 'My dear wife, you're so good.'"

Lately, I've felt increasingly physically exhausted, the weight pressing on my shoulders, making it hard to breathe. I can't help but
think of Li Yao. In my dreams, she comes from my dreams; when I wake up, she's in my mind. Is this kind of infatuation
an unbearable pain? I think so too; it's a pain that breathes.

I also want to kneel devoutly before the Buddha, light an incense stick, and let the fragrance drift by. I make a wish,
sincerely wishing that girl a peaceful life.

Life's choices are often beyond our control; this is the greatest tragedy of humankind. Living in the present is such a
painful thing.

I read her message over and over again, and tears welled up in my eyes. My fingers flew as I typed, "
My dearest wife, no matter what happens, we will always be together, forever happy, forever holding
your hand tightly, accompanying each other on life's journey."

That evening, I took the subway to Li Yao's new home. Opening the door, the room was empty. Feeling
a little bored, I opened her laptop and played a song, "Who Understands a Wanderer's Heart." The first line of the lyrics, "If you can laugh,
you won't cry,"

instantly brought back memories. "Back then, young and carefree, I was caught up in a lifetime of trials and tribulations. I vaguely remember her alluring beauty,
like a thousand sails passing by a sunken ship."

It started raining outside, so I simply moved a chair and sat by the window,
sipping my . In this vast world, there are so many people who could be my confidants, why haven't I met any?

The patter of raindrops pounded against my heart. Pedestrians hurried through the rain, and darkness fell quickly.
Finally, a white BMW slowly pulled up to a stop on the street. It was Li Yao's car. The driver's door opened, and
someone stepped out—it wasn't Li Yao.

My mind was in turmoil. I rushed downstairs, oblivious to the torrential rain. The raindrops danced in the air,
soaking whose heart?

At the entrance of the residential complex, the boy held an umbrella over Li Yao's head, his arm around her shoulder. They
embraced, but I couldn't see if they were kissing; the rain made it impossible to see clearly. I only vaguely
saw his hands gradually wandering restlessly over Li Yao's back, moving downwards. Li Yao struggled
a few times, then fell silent. I wanted to say something, but no words came out. I stood there, stunned in the rain, feeling
as if I had lost something. A crisp sound rang out as a beautiful diamond ring fell to the ground. I bent down
to pick it up, a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through my chest, my heart breaking. A warm sensation spread across my face, blurring my vision; I
couldn't tell it was tears or rain…

I desperately wanted to run away. How could God bear to let me witness this betrayal?

A diamond ring can be picked up again, but can lost love be retrieved?

No one gave me an answer. I wanted to turn and leave when Li Yao gasped and saw me. I looked up, startled, and in that
instant, I saw panic on her face, flushed crimson. She was still leaning weakly against that person.
I thought that person was the one she often talked about, the one who had just joined her company; he was indeed good-looking.

I didn't seem to smile. I raised my hand and threw the diamond ring away, striding towards the edge of the residential area. As
we passed each other , Li Yao reached out to grab me, but I shook her off and walked away without looking back. Li Yao seemed to be calling me from behind,
but I couldn't hear her. I walked home in a daze, locked the door, and my phone kept ringing and ringing. I
got impatient I kept smoking and smoking. Li Yao chased me all the way to my place,
banging on my door like a madwoman. I ignored her. I had to pull myself together, pull myself together. What does it matter if the tears have dried? A man should
be strong .

Lately, I've been getting drunk more and more. In that drunken stupor, I've gradually come to understand
how terrifying the power of love can be.

If I could laugh, I wouldn't cry. Why can't I ever experience that?

I returned to my seemingly normal life: going to work, coming home, eating, sleeping, or going to karaoke with someone.
When I went out, I saw Li Yao. She seemed even more haggard than me. Zhang Lei saw us standing stiffly
face to face talk, I'm going home.

" I said, "There's nothing to talk about. I'm a little drunk. I need to go home."

I put on my coat and went to the garage to get my car. Li Yao trembled and grabbed my arm, "Can you let me
explain?"

I stopped. "We're not right for each other. What's the point of dragging this out? Besides, you have new
friends . What's the point of clinging to the past?

" "It's not what you see," Li Yao kept explaining. "Listen to me." I ignored her and went to the garage to get my
car. Li Yao insisted on getting in. On the way, she sat in the passenger seat, constantly crying, saying that
she had drunk a little and was afraid to drive herself, and that he had offered to drive her home.

He talked a lot on the way. He said he liked me, and I told him I had a husband and would only love him for the rest of my life. He
kept nagging until we reached the entrance of the apartment complex. When we got out of the car, I was unsteady on my feet, and he helped me. As for
what you saw, it wasn't what you think. I let him do what he wanted. He tried to kiss me, and I didn't let him,
but I was so weak... I had no strength at the time, and I felt incredibly hot. In my dazed state, I mistook him for
you. If it weren't for you coming that day, I really don't want to think about it anymore. He drugged my drink
. I've already called the police, and they've arrested him. You know it hasn't constituted a serious crime yet; he
'll be released in a few days. I couldn't swallow this, so I told my dad. He had someone break both of his legs, and
he's still in the hospital now, to teach him a lesson.

I was furious. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and glared at her, demanding, "What do you plan to do?"

Li Yao, tears streaming down her face, her usual composure gone, pleaded, "Husband, please forgive me. I didn't
mean it. You've always been the only one in my heart. I was like that that day because I was drugged.
I didn't betray our relationship..."

My mind was in turmoil. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Can you promise me you won't drink anymore?"

Li Yao nodded vigorously, wiping away her tears. "I won't drink anymore! I won't even quit the company. From now on, I'll only stay by
your side and won't let anyone else take advantage of me!"

I laughed angrily. "You've already been touched. What's the use of saying all this now? You were unlucky to have met the wrong
person and been drugged. If I hadn't happened to come looking for you, do you know what would have happened?"

Hearing this, Li Yao's face turned deathly pale, and she burst into tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...
I only had a few sips of alcohol the first time, and this happened. I was scared too."

A woman's tears are indeed more heart-wrenching. My anger gradually subsided. I reached out and pulled Li Yao into
my arms, holding her tightly. "Silly girl," I said, "if you don't cherish yourself, no matter how much someone else loves you, they can't
stay by your side every day.

" Li Yao cried her heart out, each word choked with sobs as she said, "I know I was wrong. You bad man, why are you
so heartless? Is it because you got me that you don't care about me as much as before?"

I felt tired too, so I simply drove back to my place. As soon as I entered the room, the jealousy in my chest
transformed into a punitive wickedness. I carried Li Yao to the sofa and began the foreplay before our passionate encounter,
kissing her red lips passionately. Li Yao's hair was disheveled, and she responded to my kisses, her eyes becoming increasingly misty, her face flushed
, looking at me with a charming beauty. As we kissed, I suddenly entered her body. Li Yao let out a soft moan and bit my
shoulder , wrapping her legs around my waist. Before she could even catch her breath, she began to receive my... The onslaught was like a storm,
leaving Li Yao breathless and moaning unconsciously. Her cries were soft and seductive,
almost , giving me a sense of complete control. I pressed down on her, my assault
growing more intense. The sofa was already stained with our bodies. I let out a muffled groan, finally unleashing my last burst of passion.
My mind went blank, desire surging forth like a thousand horses galloping. Li Yao's mouth was open, looking like she was
about to succumb to pleasure. We made love countless times before finally stopping, completely satisfied.

Lust is the root of all evil! But with her, we were doing it with our hearts, feeling each other, understanding each other in the most intimate way.

If two people truly love each other and both believe they are meant to grow old together, then I
don't think our intimacy is shameful.

We've been through thick and thin, a seven-year love marathon, before we came to understand each other and wait.

Time returned to our happy days. One day in October, Li Yao and I got our marriage certificate. On that
day, we made a promise: no matter how difficult the road ahead, we would hold each other's hands tightly, never letting go
.

"A thousand sails pass by the sunken ship, ten thousand trees bloom before the withered tree." I've finished telling the story of "A Thousand Sails Race by the Sunken Ship." In
the end, I want to say that we are actually blessing each other, walking hand in hand towards a beautiful future,
aren't we?

Postscript:

The inspiration for "A Thousand Sails Race by the Sunken Ship" actually came from many joys and sorrows in real life. To be honest,
whether you're reading a novel or writing one, you initially hope to create a sense of immersion in the story.

At first, everyone said the writing was very good, and the author really put their heart into it. I felt sad for the sad parts of the story
, and when I couldn't continue writing, I chose to end it sooner.

Shen Zhou's writing is elegant and her descriptions realistic, but the stories in her novels won't actually happen in real life.
Men do cry when betrayed, they do smoke and drink, and there are countless girls who love cats.
But how many people actually write seriously? Shen Zhou's story is ultimately just a tale of romance and fleeting beauty; as the author myself, why should I be so fixated on it?

In this vast sea of people, old loves are hard to find; let's just consider it using words to search for the beautiful life we lost.

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