A Real Spring: My Aunt and I's 13 Years

In the real spring, on the bus with my aunt, I didn't feel like talking much, my mind still reminiscing about all the good things about being with her. Our school has two graduating classes this year. Our class is considered the top class, with a total of seven students—four boys and three girls. The second class only sent two students, one boy and one girl, who were their top two students. It should be said that all the top nine students from each placement test were here this time. My usual friends who aren't very good at studying didn't come to the test, so I didn't have any close friends on the bus. The few classmates I had now were all my usual competitors, and they were all better than me academically, so I couldn't be bothered with them. Just as I was immersed in that self-imposed isolation, my classmate Xiaoli, sitting next to me, nudged me with her elbow and handed me the snacks she had already opened. Remembering her mother's instructions, I couldn't refuse, so I started chatting with her casually. To be honest, Xiaoli is a very pretty girl, quite charming. We were in the same class throughout junior high, and her mother, Teacher Liu, and her aunt also got along well, so we were pretty familiar with each other. However, we weren't in the same social group. I had a few close friends I hung out with often, while she hung out with a few other girls, and everyone said she and the class monitor from Class Two seemed to be dating. So, being from another village, I generally didn't bother her. But now that we were sitting together, and with Teacher Liu and her aunt looking after us, and since I'm not some self-proclaimed genius, I knew I should maintain a good relationship with my classmate. We chatted for a bit, and I found Xiaoli to be simple and adorable. We talked about things I found boring, like how my studies were going and what was good to eat. She even grabbed my bag to look inside, saying, "My mom told me to give you some of my stuff too, so you have to let me see what you have." I didn't expect her to do that. She snatched it away, and the first thing she saw when she opened the bag was the ham I'd tossed to her. She reached in to take it, but of course I wouldn't let her. You could still smell the aroma on it. I reached in and pressed it down, landing right on her hand. My palm felt cool; the soft, smooth texture made me flinch, but I held on. Xiao Li clearly hadn't expected me to do that. She glared at me reluctantly: "Seriously, Xiao Feng? I just wanted to look, can't I not eat it?" I had to think quickly and whispered mysteriously in her ear: "Look, okay, don't take it out. You can have it, you can have it. There are so many people on the train!" Xiao Li stuck out her tongue, pulled her hand back, not angry, and looked around her bag again. "Hmph, I have almost everything you have. Look how much I have in my bag!" I couldn't help but glance at her too, looking at her with envy: "Quite a lot! You're going on a long trip, enough for a week!" Amidst a bunch of pointless chatter, the car pulled into the guesthouse the school had arranged. Everyone got out and listened as our homeroom teacher assigned us rooms. There were three rooms in total: four boys in one room, four girls in another. There was one extra boy sharing a room with the homeroom teacher – that boy was, of course, me. Why me? Well, it's because I have my aunt's connections, right? Even though I'm not exactly a teacher's child, I still get a little advantage! As soon as we got out of the car, the homeroom teacher grabbed my bag: "Xiaofeng, you carry the girls' luggage over there. I'll carry yours for you." Then she gave us the room numbers and led the boys away. I thought to myself, "Seriously? Don't use me as a scapegoat for taking care of teachers' children." At that moment, Xiaoli's bag was already in my hands first, and several other girls were also asked to carry things they didn't want to take. Although I was reluctant, I maintained my composure and naturally accepted their help. As I took them, I joked with them, "Don't think I'm your boyfriend! Give them all to me. If anyone causes trouble for me when we get back, you'll be responsible!" Everyone burst into laughter. They all knew that only Xiaoli among them had a boyfriend, and he was tall and strong, so they all said, "Don't worry, we won't tell the class monitor when we get back." Seeing that they all said that, Xiaoli didn't scold me for talking nonsense. Instead, she joined them in their playful banter as they went into the building. After taking them to their rooms, while they were unpacking, I said hello and slipped out. I found my room, and the class teacher was chatting with the boys in their room. I tidied up my own bed first. Actually, there wasn't much to tidy up; the beds were all made by the guesthouse. We just needed to put our things away. Then I joined the boys to listen to the class teacher's long lecture. When it was time to eat, the class teacher asked me to go and call the girls to go to the dining room together. He clearly saw me as his messenger. I was annoyed. Why didn't he send his capable assistants? Aren't they all your usual class committee members and top students in exams? Why is he making me so enthusiastic today? Isn't it just because he thinks I won't pass anyway, and he's afraid of tiring out his top students? Despite my wild thoughts, I still did as he said. When the girls and I arrived at the dining area, the homeroom teacher and the others were already seated at the round table. The homeroom teacher was in the middle at the head of the table, and four boys were already sitting there, leaving five empty seats on this side. I thought the girls should sit next to the homeroom teacher, and I would sit at the back as the dividing line between the boys and girls. But Xiaoli was interesting; she went straight to the seat next to the homeroom teacher. Because Xiaoli is the teacher's child and a class committee member, the other girls naturally lined up to sit next to her. I had no choice but to sit between the homeroom teacher and Xiaoli. Well, that's it. The class monitor and I, his most favored students, ended up sitting to the left and right of the homeroom teacher. Those boys probably didn't expect this either; they were all giving me strange looks. They were probably thinking, "How lucky is this kid to be sitting in the seat we saved for Xiaoli?" Before lunch, the homeroom teacher gave an encouraging and hopeful speech, telling everyone not to be nervous, to do their best, and to try and get all nine of us into high school. Actually, everyone knew this was just empty talk. Looking at our school's high college entrance rate, it would be good if two out of the nine of us got in; the rest were basically cannon fodder. Who had the best chance? Of course, not me, because I've never even been in the top five in my class, let alone the top six! If it weren't for the fact that I could still take the high school entrance exam normally after this, I wouldn't have come. So I didn't pay any attention to the homeroom teacher's words. Who had a chance of getting in? Those were the top students, right? It wasn't my turn. I was just here to test the waters. At the table, the homeroom teacher fully displayed his leadership skills, giving feedback and encouragement to almost everyone. He was particularly attentive and careful when encouraging the three boys and two girls. One of the girls was Xiaoli, who usually ranked 3rd or 4th in exams, and this time she had a good chance as well. Being the child of a teacher, she was rumored to receive a few extra points, so her chances were high. Since the exam was tomorrow, we finished eating quickly. The homeroom teacher paid the bill and said we could make our own arrangements for the evening; he had to go out to meet with his classmates and would be back at 10 pm for roll call. No one was allowed to go out, and no one could be missing. As soon as he left, everyone went back to their rooms. Most felt something was missing and went back to their books. I chatted with them in their room for a while, but it wasn't very engaging, so I went back to my own room to be alone. I thought I'd try reading too; memorizing a few words would be good, right? I casually pulled out an English book, lay down on the bed, and started flipping through it. At the same time, I took out the ham my aunt had used, put it to my lips, and smelled it. I could still faintly smell it. I couldn't help but lick it a few more times. Sure enough, the taste from my aunt's lunch was still there. Just as I was lost in thought, there was a knock on my door. I quickly put away the ham and opened the door. It was my classmate Xiaoli and the girl from Class Two. They walked in without any ceremony. It seemed that I didn't know the girl from Class Two very well, but I had helped her carry something that afternoon, and when she heard Xiaoli was coming to see me, she came to thank me. Since it was convenient for them to come over, they came together. My bed was immediately covered with the snacks they had brought. Naturally, I couldn't pretend anymore, so I took out some drinks and eggs from my bag. The quality, quantity, and variety were far inferior to what these two girls had brought. It seemed their families were quite well-off. Later, I found out that the classmate in Class Two's family owned a shop; no wonder she had a wider variety of snacks than Xiaoli. While we were discussing how we'd do on tomorrow's exam, Xiaoli suddenly pointed at my unzipped bag: "You have so little stuff, and you're hiding a ham that you won't take out! You won't let me eat it or even look at it! Stingy!" The other girl chimed in, "Really? I trust Xiaofeng; he wouldn't be that stingy, would he?" I was at a loss. Under the gaze of the two girls, I reluctantly took out the ham that was still covered in my aunt's vaginal fluid from lunchtime. As soon as I took it out, Xiaoli tried to snatch it back. This time, I was more cautious and immediately stepped back. "Don't rush, don't rush, I'll cut it up and we can eat it together, okay?" The other girl slapped Xiaoli's hand. "What's so good about it? I have some in my bag too; you can have it when we get back." I looked at her with gratitude.Looking at that girl, I found her surprisingly agreeable today. She understood me so well, a true confidante! But Xiaoli ignored her, rolled her eyes, and ate Xiaofeng's, telling him to take a small portion. Reluctantly, I did as Xiaoli suggested. I deliberately took the ham to a slightly darker spot, cut off the cleaner-looking half, then split it in two, and gave it to them. I kept the half-ham in my hand, its packaging already slightly discolored from soaking, and considered putting it away. But the girl objected: "Xiaofeng, eat it! We barely ate anything tonight! I have several more in my bag; we can eat mine tomorrow!" Xiaoli then opened a bottle of Jianlibao and handed it to me, while simultaneously reaching out her hand: "If you're not going to eat it, give it to me! You've kept so many!" I was utterly exasperated: "Have you two never seen ham before?!" But there was nothing I could do; I had no choice but to tear open the packaging, cut a slice, and give it directly to Xiaoli. Watching them eat the ham they shouldn't have, I had no choice but to hurry up and finish mine too. I couldn't let them eat my only piece of ham, could I? Seeing my reluctant expression, they acted as if nothing was wrong, continuing their conversation as if nothing had happened. I didn't bother to interrupt, and while thinking about my ham, I casually flipped through a book. Just as I was wondering why they weren't leaving, Xiaoli suddenly nudged me. "Don't leave after the exam! Let's go to Teacher Wang's house together!" I looked up at them in surprise: "Teacher Wang? Which Teacher Wang?" Xiaoli tossed me an apple: "Which one? There are a few more at our school, the ones you boys dream about!" The girl chuckled. I didn't want to argue or respond, simply saying, "I'm not familiar with her. You guys go ahead." Xiaoli wouldn't let me off the hook: "Not familiar? She works in the same office as your aunt, and she's a good friend of my mom's too. You're not familiar with her?" Besides, even if we're not familiar with each other, we still have to go. My aunt and mom told us to go before we came, but we can't tell anyone, not even our homeroom teacher. As soon as she said this, the girl protested: "Oh, Xiaoli, you said I should go, but it turns out you two are the ones going! I'll tell on you when we get back! I don't think I'll have time to go." Xiaoli quickly explained to the girl, and they started laughing and joking around again. It seems they were already good friends. I didn't ask any more questions. When they left, Xiaoli said goodbye to me: "Don't forget what I told you, don't tell anyone." I saw them off, thinking I'd deal with it after the exam. If I didn't do well, I wouldn't go anywhere. I went back to bed, lost in thought. It seems my aunt and Teacher Liu had already arranged for us to visit Teacher Wang before we came for the exam. My aunt didn't even tell me first. And wait, she made me leave the office twice before the exam! Isn't she afraid of me and Teacher Wang? What's going on? Teacher Wang might not even remember me! Nothing much happened that night. When I got up to pee in the middle of the night, I realized our homeroom teacher hadn't come back to sleep. I didn't care; when I woke up again at dawn to wash up, he finally came back and called us to breakfast. Then came two exams. I don't know if I did well or not, but I was probably relaxed because I wasn't under pressure. Nothing much happened during the exams. Lunch was quite lavish; we ordered several dishes. Our homeroom teacher analyzed our exam performance with everyone. Everyone took turns speaking; some said it was good, some said it wasn't. When it was my turn, I said it was about right. Just as I finished, Xiaoli interrupted, asking, "About right? How much less?" I picked up a slice of ham with my chopsticks—just one more bite and I was full! Li remembered that she'd eaten another bite of my ham last night, and feeling embarrassed, she didn't tease me anymore. Because this special admission only tested Chinese, Math, and English, and we only had one more math exam tomorrow morning, and math was basically our strong suit, everyone was quite relaxed that night. The boys went to find an arcade, and Xiaoli and her friends also invited me to go shopping. Both sides called me, but I declined because I had my own things to do. When I was alone, I found a public phone booth and called my aunt. She answered and was clearly happy, saying, "Xiaofeng, you only just remembered to call your aunt?" I was surprised; she had never spoken to me like that before. It seems that not seeing someone can make you more open; since you can't see them, there's less embarrassment. I realized she was home alone. Although I had other people on the phone, I naturally answered yes. I also had a lot to say to her, but in the public phone booth, I could only talk about business. I first told her about today's exam, and then I asked her about Teacher Wang. That's when I understood what had happened. It turned out that Teacher Wang had taken leave from work after an incident at our school. But the school district leader was quite capable and genuinely cared about her job. After pulling strings, he managed to transfer her to the junior high section of our county's key high school, and she naturally moved to the city, turning a bad thing into a good one. What surprised me even more was that Ms. Wang wasn't actually from our area. She was assigned to our school after graduating from teachers' college. Her husband was from her hometown and was a volunteer soldier in the army, rarely coming home. After she came to our school, she was closest to Ms. Liu, Xiaoli's mother, because they seemed to be distant relatives in their hometowns. Xiaoli called Ms. Wang her aunt. And since she worked in the same office as my aunt, they naturally became very close as well. After the incident, they all felt sorry for Ms. Wang, and naturally, they contacted each other less. Considering that Xiaoli and I might both be coming to the city to study, my aunt and uncle wanted us to visit Teacher Wang on their behalf. They wanted to build a relationship and see if Teacher Wang could help them in the future, since she's all alone in the city with no relatives or friends. After hearing my aunt's words, I couldn't help but think, "You guys are so materialistic! If Teacher Wang hadn't been transferred to the city, I don't know if you'd even acknowledge her anymore." My aunt was quite kind; she even waited outside Teacher Wang's office that day to prevent her from being mistreated and even got her to go home with her to keep her safe. And what about Teacher Liu? We hadn't seen her all day, and now she suddenly wants to visit Teacher Wang? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel quite resentful towards Xiaoli's mother. Xiaoli even said I was stingy, but I think her mother is the real snob. Phone calls were expensive back then, and the few yuan I had was quickly used up. Just as I was trying to make the most of my time with my aunt, I heard her suddenly whisper, "Your uncle is back, we can't talk anymore. He's going to the construction site early tomorrow morning. I'll wait for you at home this afternoon." Then she hung up. After paying the bill, I went back to my dorm, lay down on my bed, and kept thinking about my aunt's last words. She was waiting for me at home. Thinking about this, my body suddenly felt hot. She meant she was waiting for me at home tomorrow afternoon. What was she waiting for me for? My mind started to conjure up all sorts of scenarios... My lower body reacted, and the front of my trousers bulged... Just as I was lost in thought, the door opened from the outside. Xiaoli swaggered in. I immediately sat up and loudly questioned, "How did you get in?" She was also startled: "What are you doing in the room? There was no one inside when I came in!" She then noticed the strange thing about my lower body, screamed, blushed, and ran out. I looked down and realized that my penis was indeed a bit higher than usual, but I hadn't used it for anything bad, so it couldn't be my fault. Later, when the homeroom teacher returned, I learned that her friend had asked him to take some valuable items back to his hometown. The teacher was going out and worried about me, so when he couldn't find me, he ran into Xiaoli, who was coming back from playing, and gave her the key to watch over the room. Xiaoli sat for a while, then went to the restroom and came back to find me lying on the bed. The teacher was drunk and fell asleep soon after. I spent almost the entire night worrying about how embarrassing I had been! What would Xiaoli think of me? We were supposed to meet tomorrow and go to Teacher Wang's house together. Nothing more was said that night. The last exam went very smoothly, and most students seemed relaxed because math was the subject we scored the highest in. Back at the guesthouse, the school bus had already arrived, and everyone rushed back to their rooms to pack their things. The homeroom teacher was urging us: "Hurry up, don't be late for dinner!" Our class monitor asked, "Aren't we having class this afternoon?" As soon as he said that, several pairs of eyes turned to him. Who was he? The exams were over, why would he want to go to class? Luckily, our homeroom teacher was wise. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Go home and rest first. If you want to go, go tomorrow. If you don't want to go, wait until the exam results come out in a couple of days.""Then decide if you still want to go?" Everyone cheered. The class monitor explained embarrassedly, "Don't look at me, I'm just asking for you guys." Everyone laughed again. Immediately, several students went to the homeroom teacher to say they wouldn't go back yet, that they'd spend the afternoon sightseeing in the city and return later. The homeroom teacher didn't force them, told everyone to be careful, and then took everyone's luggage and the two students who wanted to go back, getting into the car and driving off. Once the car was far away, everyone said goodbye and scattered in all directions. I then realized that only Xiaoli and I were standing there. Thinking about what happened last night, I asked her embarrassedly, "Where's that girl? Wasn't she with us?" Xiaoli glared at me, clearly remembering what happened last night: "She's afraid of you, she doesn't want to be with you, she went shopping with them." I felt so wronged: What does this have to do with me? I don't even know her, why doesn't she want to be with me? Shouldn't she be the one afraid? I smiled helplessly and didn't say anything more. Xiaoli slung her bag over her shoulder and walked away, following me. Oh well, I guess I'll just follow her. It's my own fault for letting Xiaoli see something she shouldn't have seen yesterday. I walked behind her, muttering to myself. Come to think of it, she didn't see anything, did she? It's just that her pants were a little high, what's the big deal? What does this little girl know? Do she know what this means? Suddenly, I remembered—she has a boyfriend! No wonder, the class monitor of Class Two isn't exactly innocent either. Maybe she already... no, her family keeps a close eye on her, but at least she'd know something, haha, I knew it. Thinking about all this, I couldn't help but start observing Xiaoli's back. She was indeed quite pretty, a very pretty little girl.She was a girl. She was slender, with her ponytail swaying high behind her head. A well-fitting denim skirt accentuated her figure beautifully, and she walked with a bouncy gait. You wouldn't know it until you saw her; she was definitely a very energetic and vibrant girl. Was she still a virgin? This unhealthy thought suddenly popped into my head. While I was lost in these thoughts, we turned a few corners, and Xiaoli bought several bags of fruit, asking me to carry them. I wanted to pay, but she didn't say anything, so I kept quiet. After all, I was carrying them; I was doing my part. Besides, how could someone from my small village be as wealthy as someone from your town? Watching her haggle with the fruit vendor, I thought, "This girl is quite thrifty." The fruit vendor, quite the smooth talker, actually said to me, "I've rarely seen someone so good at haggling!" Before I could say anything, Xiaoli retorted fiercely, "Who's his boyfriend? If you say that again, I'm not buying!" But she still shoved the bag in her hand into mine, paid, and walked away. I naturally followed. The fruit vendor was left behind, muttering to someone nearby, "Look, the young couple is arguing..." Turning the corner, Xiaoli waited for me to catch up with her, then pinched my arm hard again: "What are you looking at? You've been staring at me the whole way! Don't have any wild ideas, I'm not your boyfriend. You go first!" I had no choice but to obey her, and under her direction, we finally arrived at Ms. Wang's building. Suddenly, I stopped because I saw Ms. Wang standing in the shade of a tree downstairs, buying watermelons from her cart. Although we hadn't seen each other for a few days, I recognized her immediately, especially since she was wearing the same outfit as in the photo—so beautiful! I immediately thought of my aunt wearing the same outfit as me the day before my exam… and my heart warmed again. It seemed Ms. Wang had been waiting for us for a while; since we hadn't come, she wanted to buy a watermelon and take it home first. Just as I was dazed, wondering whether I should greet Teacher Wang first, Xiao Li kicked me in the leg from behind: "Aren't you leaving yet? It's time to go upstairs!" Her words had barely faded when Teacher Wang turned around and looked at me. Xiao Li saw her too, and called out affectionately, "Auntie!" before running off. I was left standing there, grimacing. Teacher Wang saw my miserable state, smiled, and scolded Xiao Li: "How could you treat Xiao Feng like that? He's not your boyfriend!" Xiao Li stuck out her tongue, didn't explain further, and started haggling with Teacher Wang again. A little while later, they chose their melons, and Teacher Wang and Xiao Li each carried one over. She greeted me first: "Xiao Feng, long time no see!" I politely replied: "Hello, Teacher Wang!" Teacher Wang said: "Look at you two, still carrying so much food! Auntie won't be hungry, let's go upstairs!" She walked ahead, Xiao Li behind, and I brought up the rear, entering the stairwell. Stealing glances at the two beautiful women walking ahead, I couldn't help but compare them in my mind. To be honest, they each had their own merits, but if I had to choose, Ms. Wang was definitely more attractive than Xiao Li. However, compared to my aunt, Ms. Wang seemed to have more advantages. Pshaw, what are you all thinking? How could I possibly choose? But honestly, I really didn't expect to be a guest at Ms. Wang's house today; I'm quite happy. The two of them chatted as they walked upstairs. The third floor wasn't high, and we arrived quickly. Ms. Wang put the melon on the ground, opened the door, and invited us all in. Her house had the air conditioning on, and a cool breeze greeted us as soon as we entered. She told us to put the fruit and vegetables in the kitchen and go wash them while she washed the fruit. I had been incredibly hot on the way there, covered in sweat, but with the air conditioning, I wasn't in such a hurry anymore, so I said, "Xiao Li, you go first!" Xiao Li muttered something like, "This is more like a boy's behavior," and went to the bathroom to wash. After Xiao Li finished washing, I went in to wash too. As I was washing my face, I heard Ms. Wang come out with a fruit platter. She called to Xiaoli to eat, and then called to me, "Xiaofeng, come out quickly, it's fruit!" I responded, and then they started chatting and laughing in the living room. Listening to their voices, I couldn't help but compare them in my mind; Ms. Wang's voice was gentler. Hehe, I took the opportunity to scan my surroundings. The bathroom wasn't big, it was quite small, with a shower and a toilet. I didn't notice anything private, so it seemed Ms. Wang had prepared everything in advance knowing we were coming. I was quite curious about the toilet, because we don't have those in our village homes. I squatted down; the toilet seat was pink. I imagined Ms. Wang sitting on it every day, and I felt a little envious. But then I was disappointed; Ms. Wang had cleaned it spotless, not a single hair was left. I quickly rinsed my arms and hands and went to the living room. I won't go into the specifics, but we ate fruit and chatted about the exams and recent events at school. The two girls were quite familiar with each other and got along well. I occasionally chimed in, and the living room was filled with cheerful laughter, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Before we knew it, it was almost noon. Ms. Wang stood up and said, "Let's have a small celebration for your good exam results today. I'm at home and have everything ready. Xiao Li, come help me heat it up." Then she slipped a 50-yuan note into my hand: "Xiao Feng, I'm sorry, but could you go downstairs and bring up two cases of chilled beer?" Xiao Li and I were both surprised and blurted out simultaneously, "Two cases?" Ms. Wang laughed: "Whatever you drink. I can't usually carry that much, so let Xiao Feng buy it for me to enjoy slowly." "I see," Xiao Li said with a smile. I said no problem and went downstairs. When I returned, they had already prepared everything. Because Ms. Wang won't be back to work until after the holiday, she's quite free right now. She was clearly very happy about our arrival, as she couldn't find anyone to talk to here. So she started preparing food for us early this morning, so it didn't take much effort on her part. Enough chit-chat, let's take our seats. Surprisingly, both of them preferred beer; no one asked for soft drinks. I found that odd, and of course, I couldn't say anything else—it's what my buddies and classmates usually drink when they're together. At first, everyone was rather reserved, mainly Ms. Wang trying to liven things up. But gradually, Xiao Li started talking more, even telling Ms. Wang about her boyfriend. I didn't interrupt; apparently, she and her boyfriend had been having some minor disagreements about exams. Ms. Wang comforted her while also telling us some cheerful things. As for me, of course, I didn't need to worry about her. I had two beautiful women with me, and I gradually got a little carried away with the drinks. Naturally, I had to show off a bit too. Note that I was just a little carried away; I wasn't stupid enough to blurt out everything. I just did talk a bit more, casually telling jokes the girls didn't know, and about some guy's scandals, which made them laugh uncontrollably as they chatted. The more we drank, the better we felt, like drinking tap water; the more we talked, the deeper our conversations became. We ended up talking about everything. After about six or seven bottles, Xiaoli, probably still troubled, downed a few more drinks and couldn't take it anymore, collapsing onto the sofa and slowly falling asleep. Seeing this, Teacher Wang immediately got up, helped her into the bedroom, tidied her up, and let Xiaoli lie down. I felt I'd been there long enough, eaten and drunk enough, so I planned to tell Teacher Wang when she came out of the bedroom that I was going home. Putting aside the fact that I haven't reached that intimate level with Ms. Wang, staying here probably wouldn't lead to anything, and there's no way I'd ever have any thoughts of having two women in one room. More importantly, I haven't forgotten what my aunt told me yesterday—that she'd be waiting for me at home this afternoon. So no matter how wonderful and desirable this place is, nothing attracts me as much as my aunt's place! But when Ms. Wang reappeared in front of me, I couldn't bring myself to leave. In the short time I'd been inside, Ms. Wang, perhaps feeling uncomfortable in her long dress at home, didn't really treat me like a stranger; maybe she didn't even consider me a man. She had already changed into a pink halter-neck mini-dress. It was clearly the kind of clothing she'd only wear at home—somewhat see-through, but not really; somewhat revealing, but not really revealing either. While not exactly inappropriate, it was definitely unsuitable for public, especially in front of strangers. For me, a guy who couldn't deny having feelings for her, suddenly seeing 30 more inch of skin—including her shoulders, arms, knees, and even a small portion of her thigh—was inappropriate. Ms. Wang seemed quite drunk; she hadn't realized anything was wrong with her attire, much less that I was comparing her to my aunt. From appearance, figure, skin…In every way, she was far superior to her aunt. Natural beauty was no exaggeration, and she was at least a decade younger, in the prime of her life. I don't know how to describe this beauty, so I'll borrow a phrase from Gu Long: Her ankles were so slender, her feet so alluring; no one would doubt that many men would willingly be trampled to death by those feet. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, almost too beautiful to look at directly, and coupled with such a body, few could resist. Even a blind man could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her and hear her captivating whispers. That was irresistible to men. Her eyes spoke volumes, her smile spoke volumes, her hands, her chest, her legs… every inch of her spoke volumes. Her body radiated health and vitality; her gait was unique, with a rhythm that could make most men's hearts flutter. She was indeed a very beautiful woman, with arched eyebrows, large eyes, and full, delicate lips, like a ripe peach that would tempt anyone to take a bite. But her most captivating feature wasn't her face or her figure, but rather the unique charm she possessed—a charm that lay between Xiaoli's innocence and her aunt's maturity. In terms of appearance, her fair and delicate face had a clean, rosy glow, and I couldn't find a single wrinkle or flaw. Her tall, healthy figure and alabaster skin were naturally exceptional, and coupled with her elegant and alluring demeanor and her lustrous black hair, an indescribable allure stirred a wicked thought within me. Especially noticeable were her feet, clad in sandals—so slender and delicate that I wanted to touch and kiss them, so incredibly alluring. I could even say I'd be willing to sleep with those feet every night. This was a thought I'd never had when I was with my aunt. At the same time, I realized that Ms. Wang was so much more beautiful than I'd ever known her, and I even had the urge to immediately embrace her. This description of Ms. Wang's beauty might seem exaggerated to some, but it's truly the most accurate I've felt in years. She's far less important than my aunt in my life, but her beauty is unmatched by my aunt, Xiaoli, or any other woman I've ever met. The title of "beauty" isn't something anyone can use, and I'll never again focus so intently on any woman. Ms. Wang was already quite tipsy. She poured some more wine into her glass, picked it up, and walked around the coffee table to sit on the sofa next to me: "Xiaofeng, I'm very happy today. You two are here to see me. Make yourself at home. Don't be like Xiaoli, who can't handle even a little." I quickly raised my glass and clinked it with hers, saying, "Ms. Wang, I'll have this one more glass. I have something to do at home this afternoon and need to go back!" Ms. Wang, who was drinking, choked when I said I was leaving. She clutched her chest, saying, "You can't leave! You haven't finished your drink yet! Fine, finish your drink first, haha!" At this point, Ms. Wang seemed genuinely afraid I'd leave. She moved closer to me, picked up another bottle of beer, and stared into my eyes: "Okay, Xiaofeng, finish your drink, then you can leave!" Ms. Wang's behavior at this point completely surprised me. Just like before my relationship with my aunt, she had always given me the impression of being dignified and elegant. But when they showed that more feminine side, they always so easily won me over. I took a few deep breaths of the perfume emanating from her—something my aunt didn't have—and had her refill my glass. Although I still didn't really know much about this beautiful woman, drinking with her seemed to be the only right thing to do. We clinked glasses, finished, clinked glasses again, and finished. There weren't many more words exchanged. It seemed Teacher Wang was determined to drink her fill this afternoon. At first, she ate some food and chatted about trivial things, but later she simply drank and poured herself drinks, only to repeat herself constantly, saying things like, "I've drunk, I've drunk too," occasionally adding, "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me to come back and drink." Don't laugh, but it didn't take long for me to really take it anymore. At that point, all I wanted was to finish the drinks so Teacher Wang would let me go home and at least have a good argument with my aunt who was waiting for me. I knew that neither of the two women here were women I could touch. Of course, drinking a little isn't wrong. Just when I was calculating that I'd almost finished two cases of liquor, Teacher Wang suddenly opened the refrigerator and pulled out six more bottles. I was immediately stunned. I really couldn't handle this kind of drinking! Teacher Wang, I never expected you to be such a heavy drinker! Then Teacher Wang put the bottles on the coffee table and opened two more. This time, she didn't use a cup; she just handed me a bottle. My eyes were already quite dizzy, and I tried to refuse, saying, "Teacher Wang, I really can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, I won't be able to walk!" Teacher Wang didn't care about that. After putting it in my hand, she took two more sips herself and said, "Still calling me Teacher Wang? Call me 'sister'! Calling me 'Teacher Wang' sounds really weird now!" After saying that, she chuckled to herself. I quickly replied, "Okay, sister, I really can't drink anymore!" Teacher Wang reached out and covered my mouth with her hand: "You can't call me 'sister,' call me 'aunt,' call me 'aunt'! Otherwise, Xiaoli won't like it; she calls me 'cousin'." I panicked a little when she touched me, and after saying "cousin's, aunt" twice, she withdrew her hand and took another sip of wine. She stared into my eyes and said to herself somewhat resentfully, "Actually, your aunt is really lucky!" I didn't quite understand what she meant and replied, "Teacher Wang, you're lucky too!" She took two more large gulps: "I'm happy? What's so happy about that?" Before I could figure out how to answer her, she asked again: "Do you know why I like alcohol? Because it helps me forget my troubles. Happiness, do you know what drowning your sorrows in alcohol is? You're just a kid, what do you know about happiness?" Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued: "Do you know why I'm so happy drinking with you today?" I shook my head, and she continued: "Because that day you brought an umbrella to your aunt and me. From childhood to adulthood, only three people have ever brought me one: my dad, your brother-in-law, and you. Come and have a drink with me. And when we drink, you're not like some people who would try anything, and you don't pry into my past at all. You just drink with me, and I like that!" That's when I realized that her goodwill towards me was partly due to that umbrella I brought her. So, having a good impression is a good start, and it's the same with everything. And today, she was able to change into her own clothes and drink freely with me because, firstly, I came with Xiaoli, and secondly, and more importantly, I didn't show excessive curiosity about her past or adhere to my own rules. She said bitterly at the end, "I hate people with ill intentions and who gossip, but you're not one of them." She tossed her head; the bottle was empty. Then she looked at me quietly, asking in a womanly tone, "Sister, you've finished yours, have you?" Of course, I couldn't lose face, so I downed the whole bottle. I drank too much, and I couldn't control my churning stomach anymore. I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and vomited violently. At that moment, Ms. Wang came in and stood behind me, gently patting my back. But I still couldn't maintain my image in front of the beautiful woman; I slipped and fell to the floor, losing consciousness completely. The vomit and water from the tap splashed all over us. When I woke up again, groggily needing to pee, I found myself lying on the sofa. I staggered to the bathroom, but couldn't find my belt. Looking down, I saw I'd been dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, while my dirty shirt and trousers lay on the washing machine. They hadn't been washed yet, and a strong smell of alcohol emanated from them. Back in the living room, empty bottles littered the floor, and the coffee table was a mess of leftovers. It seemed Ms. Wang had changed me into her husband's clothes while I was unconscious, then tried to wash them, but she was probably too drunk herself and went to sleep. Wait, I suddenly realized Ms. Wang had changed my clothes, so she hadn't seen me. I checked myself again; thankfully, my inner clothes weren't wet. Otherwise… well… Thinking back, why weren't they wet? I started to berate myself. Just as I was dozing off on the sofa, Ms. Wang's doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? Ms. Wang didn't know many people around here! I didn't answer, but quietly went behind the door and looked through the peephole. To my surprise, it was him! I was astonished to see him there. But then I realized it made sense.Xiaoli has come a few times already, and he's probably come with her too. You all probably already know who it is, right? That's right, it's the class monitor from Class Two, Xiaoli's rumored boyfriend. It seems he didn't see Xiaoli go home this morning, asked around among the girls in his class, found out she was here, and wanted to show off, so he came over this afternoon. Right now, he's sweating profusely, stamping his feet and ringing the doorbell loudly outside. I didn't answer, but turned around and glanced around. The house was messy but quiet. I quietly went to the bedroom door and listened carefully. Everyone inside seemed to be still asleep, not responding to the doorbell. I thought about it and felt it wasn't appropriate to keep quiet; letting this guy overthink things wouldn't be good. I noticed the bedroom door was only slightly ajar, so I was about to slam it shut before opening it again. But just as I pulled the door shut, my eyes were violently stimulated. It was the first time I'd ever looked inside, and I caught a glimpse of two beautiful women sleeping soundly on the bed, their postures rather indecent. Although I couldn't see clearly, a surge of emotion welled up inside me. How wonderful it would be to sleep between them! I composed myself and slammed the door shut anyway. I sat back down on the sofa, calming myself down, and then went to the door and opened it. The moment the door opened, I saw him break into a happy smile, but when he saw it was me, he froze. I pretended to have just sobered up. Although we weren't very close, we saw each other frequently on campus, so I called him by his nickname and spoke first: "Old Peng, it's you! What are you doing here?" He went from stunned to surprised to embarrassed: "Xiaofeng, what are you doing here?" He asked the same question I was asking. He squeezed past me: "Where's Xiaoli? Where's Teacher Wang?" Seeing his anxious expression, I couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority. When I closed the door and sat on the sofa to look at him, he had already circled the room briefly. Seeing me watching him, he seemed embarrassed, put down the bag of fruit he was carrying on the sofa, and sat down to look at me. His eyes clearly showed confusion, bewilderment, and even a hint of anger. I lazily stretched and lay back down on the sofa. He noticed I was sleeping on the sofa, and that the bedroom door was locked, which calmed him down a bit. He cautiously asked, "Did you come with Xiaoli?" I nodded. He asked again, "Are they sleeping inside?" I nodded again. Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but laugh: "Old Peng, you already know, why are you asking me?" My aunt asked me to visit Teacher Wang, and Xiao Li came along on the way. Hearing my words, he seemed relieved and smiled awkwardly. I didn't bother maintaining a good image in front of him. Let Xiao Li explain things to you later; I didn't want to waste my time ruining my brother's plans. I originally wanted to use this opportunity to leave, but then I thought, no, Teacher Wang and Xiao Li don't know Lao Peng is here. If he sees something, he'll be unhappy. Thinking this, I felt sleepy again, so I said, "Could you tidy up Teacher Wang's place? I'm drunk, look at this mess." I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't done anything impulsive today, otherwise, if this kid had run into me, I wouldn't be able to get away with it. When I woke up again, Lao Peng nudged me. Teacher Wang and Xiao Li had already prepared a hangover soup in the kitchen and brought it out. Seeing me awake, they both teased me: "Xiao Feng, you can really drink today!" After I fell asleep, Lao Peng started tidying up the house. He washed what needed washing, put away what needed putting away, and scrubbed what needed scrubbing. While he was working, Xiao Li woke up first. When she came out and saw it was Lao Peng, they naturally clicked, and after their little tiff, they started working together. Later, Teacher Wang also woke up. Xiao Li went in and told her that Lao Peng had arrived. Teacher Wang changed her clothes and came out too. Seeing that I was still fast asleep, she knew I was drunk, so she made some things to help me sober up and asked Xiao Li to wake me up. This time, Xiao Li naturally asked Lao Peng to do the work. After drinking some soup, it was already late afternoon, and I suggested leaving. But then they suggested playing cards, and my clothes were still wet from washing. I had no choice but to stay. I could only apologize to my aunt in my heart. We played for over an hour. Naturally, I was paired with Teacher Wang, while Xiao Li and Lao Peng were paired together. Watching them flirt, Teacher Wang seemed to be having a lot of fun, even occasionally teasing them about cheating. But nobody cared about me. I was in a bad mood and wanted to go home; my aunt had been waiting for me all afternoon. However, Teacher Wang was getting more and more engrossed in the game. I wanted to leave several times, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. It was a four-person game; if I left, we wouldn't be able to play anymore, and that would seem like I wasn't being loyal! I was so annoyed, but I could only keep playing with them, feeling frustrated. Later, seeing that it was getting dark and unlikely anyone would come, I stopped rushing. It was late anyway, so I decided to stick with the girls and go home later. As evening approached, the lights were on inside. Because I was focusing on the game, Teacher Wang and I were working together more smoothly, and we quickly caught up with Xiao Li and Lao Peng, both reaching 10. The last round—time for dinner? Just then, Lao Peng said, "Looks like he didn't eat well at noon; he's already feeling a bit hungry." Xiao Li continued, "Lao Peng said he's treating everyone tonight; Auntie and Xiao Feng are both coming." It seemed they had already planned it out. Teacher Wang then realized it was getting late and said apologetically, "So fast, it's already dark! We haven't had enough fun yet! Shall we cook at home?" she asked. Xiao Li immediately objected, "Auntie, let's go to the food stall around the corner. The air is better outside, and it's close by. Lao Peng knows the owner; he's from his village." Lao Peng chimed in, "Yes, yes!" Teacher Wang looked at me, "Shall we eat out?" I said, "Okay, then I can take the bus home right after." Then everyone got up to leave. I wanted to change into my own clothes, but Xiao Li and the others pushed me, "Come on, change when you get back. This outfit looks much better than your school uniform." I couldn't resist, so I followed them out the door. Xiaoli's words did make sense. With my old attire, I could easily be identified as a poor student on the street. Now, even though it's just casual wear, I feel like I'm starting to look like a middle-class citizen. Anyway, when we arrived, we found a table on the side. Lao Peng called the owner over; clearly, Lao Peng's family has a certain status in their village. The owner was very polite, and sure enough, good food and drinks were served up in no time. But then again, whoever pays the bill is treated like royalty, especially the village's rich young master. Everyone had said they wouldn't drink that night, but Lao Peng clearly didn't want to. He insisted on testing my skills, saying he wanted to avenge Xiaoli for making her drink too much at noon. I felt it was more likely he wanted to embarrass me and make me lose face. Anyway, he insisted on drinking. I had no choice; in front of a beautiful woman, I risked my life to drink with Lao Peng again. After a few bottles, because the effects of the day's alcohol hadn't worn off, I really didn't want to drink anymore, but Lao Peng wouldn't let me, and we ended up in a bit of an awkward silence. At this point, Teacher Wang couldn't stand it anymore and finally said that Xiao Li was also drunk and wanted to drink a few glasses for me. Lao Peng was initially reluctant, but Teacher Wang insisted, so he gave in. Before long, everyone was quite drunk again. Seeing things were getting out of hand, Xiao Li persuaded Lao Peng to pay the bill, suggesting we all go to the movies instead of drinking. Lao Peng, who had also drunk quite a bit, insisted on going to the movies and staying up all night. I told him, "You guys go ahead, I'm changing and going home." Seeing that I wasn't going, Teacher Wang said to Xiao Li and Lao Peng, "You guys go ahead, I need to see Xiao Feng off and rest a bit. I can't keep up with you young people." While Lao Peng was paying the bill, Xiao Li turned around and smiled at me: "Don't be angry with Lao Peng, he's fine, don't take it to heart." I waved my hand dismissively, "Why be angry? He invited me to drink, why would I be angry? I should be thanking him!" There was a hint of displeasure in my voice. Seeing my state, Xiaoli could only look at Teacher Wang. Before Teacher Wang could say anything, Lao Peng returned, pulling Xiaoli along as they staggered off to see a movie. He instructed me, "Take your aunt home before you leave, okay? We'll have a proper drink another day." Listening to his drunken ramblings, I didn't bother arguing and let them go. But after they were gone, as Teacher Wang and I stood up to leave, a gust of wind blew, and I realized I was drunk too. What's wrong with me? I cursed myself inwardly, grabbing onto a roadside tree for support. Teacher Wang, seeing my condition, followed and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Xiaofeng? Can you walk?" "Yes, of course I can. Watch me walk." I deliberately acted relaxed and started walking. Teacher Wang seemed a little drunk too, walking behind me and laughing, "Dressed like that, you look like a bear, swaying and staggering..."At this point, I suddenly remembered a joke my aunt had told me: when Teacher Wang wrote to her husband, she never used his real name, but affectionately called him "Bear"... Thinking of this, I stopped and leaned against a big tree, turning to look at Teacher Wang. By then, we were almost at the same walking pace, a gentle breeze blowing her long hair, her cheeks flushed, making me want to give her a kiss. Teacher Wang walked up to me, playfully punching me in the chest. "What are you looking at? Can't walk anymore?" I said, "You're the one who can't walk anymore! How about we have a race to see who gets home first?" Teacher Wang readily agreed, but said, "You have to let me go first, because you're a boy and run fast." I said, "No, I have to go first, because I don't know the way." Before I could finish speaking, Teacher Wang was already laughing and running, and naturally, I followed. The wind picked up as we ran, and my dizziness intensified. Finally, we made it into the doorway, and we stumbled and playfully jostled our way up the stairs, like a couple deeply in love. Finally, Ms. Wang opened the door, and my willpower gave way. I collapsed onto the floor in front of her again, but thankfully I didn't throw up this time and felt sleepy again. In my hazy state, I felt Ms. Wang lock the door, squat down beside me, and gently pat my face: "Bear, get up! You're not admitting defeat, are you?" I vaguely heard Ms. Wang calling me "Bear" and pulling me forcefully, eventually dragging me to the sofa. I mumbled, "I'm not a bear! I want to go home! I want to change my clothes!" She seemed to have taken advantage of the situation and sat down at the other end of the sofa, laughing and scolding me: "Drunk like this, what are you going to do? I'm not seeing you off." Then she leaned against the sofa and slumped down. For a moment, neither of us cared about the other; I just leaned back on the sofa and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Somehow, I felt like I was floating back to my aunt's house. No one was home; my aunt probably hadn't returned yet. I just went to my room and slept soundly. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I vaguely sensed movement. I knew my aunt was back. Because I was afraid she'd be angry and scold me for not coming home on time that afternoon, I pretended not to notice and continued sleeping. Meanwhile, my aunt was clearly considering how to punish me for my disobedience. After a while, she just leaned closer to look at me, without getting angry or scolding me. I felt a little relieved. "It's good you're not angry," I thought. "I'll explain later when I'm a little tipsy." With that thought, I felt the best thing I could do was go and fight with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep). Just as I was about to fall asleep again, perhaps my return made her feel there was no need to be angry anymore. She finally leaned down and hugged me, becoming intimate with me. Maybe it was because we hadn't been together for two days, but this time her lips were very gentle and moist. Her hands began to move from my chest down to my groin, caressing me a few times, perhaps to see if I missed her. Then she slipped her hand inside my underwear and took my hand, gently stroking me. At that moment, I realized she must have missed me a lot, otherwise she wouldn't have treated me like this. It was all my fault for not coming back to be with her sooner. I felt very guilty, so I reached out and hugged her, pulling her towards me. I felt she seemed to have lost a lot of weight; her waist wasn't as thick as before. She trembled all over but didn't resist, letting me pull her down. After a while, unlike the previous times, she didn't use her hands or mouth to make me ejaculate. Instead, she forcefully pulled me up, supporting me and leading me by my penis, slowly into her bedroom.

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