【Those Years, Those People, Those Events: Senior Sister Lele】【Author: Unknown】【The End】

Brothers who have read my article "Those Years, Those People, Those Things: First Love" should remember that I mentioned my ambiguous relationship with a girl in college. That girl is Lele. Today, I'm sharing our story with you all. 　　In

2002, I went to university in Nanjing. There were four of us in my dorm: one from Korla, Xinjiang; two from Yancheng, Jiangsu; and I from Suzhou, a city in southern China.

That guy from Xinjiang was the most flirtatious man I've ever met (I can't think of any other words to describe him). Why do I say that? Because as soon as he entered university, he was like a wild dog in heat. I don't know if he watched too much of the popular TV series "Meteor Garden" at the time, but every time he saw a girl who was even remotely attractive, he would immediately switch into Casanova mode, imitating the F4 from the TV show, shameless, and go up to chat up girls, regardless of the occasion or time. He would go for it without hesitation!

However, perhaps because his looks weren't quite up to par; or perhaps his overly enthusiastic approach made the girls a little scared and disgusted; or perhaps he would always brazenly glance at the girls whenever he tried to chat them up, in short, in my limited memory, he never succeeded in picking up girls. And I have to thank my Xinjiang buddy for getting to know Lele.

If I remember correctly, it was during the freshmen's military training. One noon after training, I was eating with a few roommates in the cafeteria. That guy was eating while glancing around the cafeteria. Suddenly, he straightened up. I knew he had spotted his prey again. He grabbed my hand and shook it excitedly, saying,

"Hey, hey, look at that! Look at that!"

I looked in the direction he was pointing, but what was that? The cafeteria was full of people in camouflage uniforms. I couldn't tell who was who. Who knew what he was talking about?

"What?"

"That one!" He looked heartbroken. "The one standing by the recycling bin!"

Back then, our university promoted civilized dining for a while. If you ate in the cafeteria, you had to put your used utensils in a designated plastic bin after you finished eating, and there was usually a senior student wearing a red armband supervising.

I looked again in the direction 'Wild Dog' was pointing and saw a girl, wearing a red armband, very thin, and not very tall. She was wearing a t-shirt with our school's name printed on it (I remember this very well), and her skin was a bit dark outside the sleeves. Because of the distance, I couldn't see her face clearly.

"What, do you know her?" I asked Wild Dog curiously.

"No," Wild Dog shook his head, "but we'll get to know each other soon."

Looking at his smug look as he stared straight at the girl, I was really impressed. He's so indiscriminate, liking all types. To be honest, I'm not interested in girls with dark skin.

Wild Dog shoveled down a few mouthfuls of rice, then picked up his stainless steel tray and walked over. He stupidly handed the tray to the girl (what an idiot, is that how you pick up girls? He's treating her like a waitress!). The girl looked at Wild Dog with surprise, pointing to a plastic basket nearby, indicating where the cutlery should be. Just when I thought Wild Dog was going to get rejected again, to my surprise, the two of them actually started chatting. What surprised me even more was that the girl didn't turn away and ignore Wild Dog like other girls would after being approached; instead, she politely smiled and responded throughout the entire conversation. My first impression of her was: she's very polite or very patient! Anyway, a girl who treats Wild Dog like that can't be a bad person (sorry, Wild Dog).

In the following days, after every meal in the cafeteria, Dog would take us to throw our trays at that girl, as if showing off his achievements. I also took the opportunity to get a good look at the girl. She was very thin, about 160 cm tall, with dark skin. Although she was pretty, she had two small tiger teeth that would always show when she greeted Dog. She was very cute, with big, bright eyes. In short, she was good-looking, but not my type. That girl was Lele. More than ten years later, as Lele's image gradually fades in my mind, her bright, sparkling eyes remain unforgettable.

A few days later, Dog inexplicably changed his target. After eating in the cafeteria, he never threw his tray at anyone again. He would finish eating, pat his butt, and leave, leaving me to deal with his tray as well. Perhaps because Dog wasn't bothering me, I could naturally chat with Lele for a few minutes (I genuinely had no other intentions).

Through gradual contact, I learned that she was a junior in college at the time, two years older than me. Her hometown was Nantong, Jiangsu, across the river from mine. We spoke similar dialects, so we were practically from the same hometown. She had a boyfriend she'd been dating since high school; he was studying at a military academy in Anhui at the time. Later, I learned through other channels that her family wasn't well-off, and she worked as a cafeteria worker every day just to earn a meager 200 yuan a month in work-study allowance from the school. I don't remember the details clearly after that, but we exchanged contact information and occasionally texted each other, chatting and joking about trivial things. As we got to know each other better, I sometimes called her "older sister" in text messages, and every time I did, she would reply with, "You're teachable." With continued contact, I slowly discovered that her seemingly carefree demeanor and incredibly strong heart were inconsistent with her delicate appearance. Whatever she did, she was a woman of her word; once she made up her mind about something, she would never easily change it. She's probably the most "domineering" woman I've ever met, without a doubt. Japanese Online Unblocked HD Free Vbr/>
Sister Lele (Part Two)

I remember it was a few days before the midterm exams in the first semester. One time, I went to the cafeteria alone for dinner and unintentionally saw Sister Lele sitting not far from me, eating with her back to me. I secretly walked over, intending to play a prank on her and scare her.

I tiptoed behind her, ready to give her a surprise. But when I saw the food placed in front of her, my outstretched hand froze in mid-air. Guess what I saw? What? Just a serving of spicy and sour cabbage, a small bowl of white rice, and a bowl of clear soup provided free of charge by the cafeteria—that was all. Nothing else. I had previously heard Lele mention that her mother wasn't in good health and couldn't work, staying home to recuperate year-round, and that her father had apparently gone to work in Jinhua, Zhejiang, to supplement the family income. I hadn't paid much attention to it then, and had long forgotten about it. Although I knew Lele's family wasn't well-off, in my naive understanding at the time, her "well-off" meant something like what my family considered well-off. "Generally" should be equated with "usually." My parents ran a small business back then, and I still had 1200 yuan a month for living expenses (thinking back now, in the early 2000s, a little over 1000 yuan a month wasn't a small amount). Although I always ran out by the end of the month, I never neglected my stomach.

To be honest, the food prices at school weren't expensive back then. In my memory, a small portion of spicy and sour cabbage would never have cost more than 1 yuan, maybe even less. So when I saw the lonely cabbage in front of Lele, I felt a strange sense of... A pang of heartache flashed through me, fleeting yet crystal clear. We were just ordinary friends, but at that moment, I had an urge to pull her into my arms and take care of her. I couldn't tell if Lele was eating this because she had a poor appetite or because of her limited monthly allowance.

While I was lost in thought, Lele turned around and noticed me standing behind her. When she realized my gaze was fixed on her dinner, I noticed a flicker of embarrassment and a hint of hurt on her face. Though it was only for a moment, her change didn't escape my notice.

"Idiot, you ghost! You walk without making a sound!" Lele patted her chest and said angrily, "You scared me to death!"

"Hehe, you're on a diet? Eating this, you're already so thin, why are you still dieting..." I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. I had intended to laugh it off, but instead, I steered the conversation back to something that might embarrass her. The words were barely out of my mouth before it was too late to change them. Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, Lele smiled helplessly:

"What diet? I'm broke! I signed up for CET-6 (College English Test Band 6) a few days ago, bought some study guides and practice questions, and my allowance is all gone . I'm practically starving!"

I was already regretting my slip of the tongue when Lele's answer instantly melted away my embarrassment.

"Then I'll support you this month. Wait for me a minute," I said, and under her slightly surprised gaze, I quickly went to the window and bought some of the most expensive dishes—fish and meat. When I returned to Lele's seat with the dishes, I could tell she was a little surprised and touched, but she casually pointed to the dishes and asked in a relaxed tone,

"Are you really going to take care of me?"

"Of course," I pointed to the dishes, "Eat!" "

Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Don't you have a girl you like?" Lele thought I was confessing my feelings to her.

Lele knew that I was secretly in love with someone back then, and I had mentioned Xiaoxiao to her before. Clearly, she misunderstood that I was confessing my feelings to her in this way.

"What are you thinking? You're my sister, it's only natural for me to take care of you for a few days," I rolled my eyes at her, "Besides, I'll only take care of you until the end of this month, and you have to treat me to a good meal next month."

Lele is a very smart girl, with good emotional and intellectual intelligence. She could tell that I said that only to consider her feelings, so she gave me a deep look and then smiled, "Little rascal, at least you have some conscience. Don't worry, when I become successful, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits, haha." "Then I won't be polite," she said, and started eating the dishes I had prepared. I wasn't sure if she had often just eaten one dish with little nutrition before, or how long she had been living this way. But seeing her enjoying those dishes that didn't seem particularly delicious to me, or at least not eaten like that, I knew her life was far from as easy as it appeared. Thinking about the heavy burden this thin girl carried, a burden I had never experienced, I felt a pang of sadness. At that moment, I had an impulse to take care of her for the rest of my life.

"What are you thinking about?" Lele put down her chopsticks and looked at me with a puzzled expression as I fell into deep thought.

I was pulled back to reality from my reverie: "Nothing." My somewhat absurd idea seemed to have been seen through, and I guiltily picked up a random dish and began to swallow it with a bland taste. But my eyes involuntarily kept glancing at Lele.

Lele seemed to notice my unusual behavior: "Why are you staring at me instead of eating your food?"

"Because you're prettier than the food!"

Lele blushed, then her expression turned serious:

"You little rascal, you're trying to seduce me after just one meal?"

She then raised her chopsticks, pretending to hit me. I quickly begged for forgiveness, and the meal ended happily amidst the playful banter. After that, every mealtime, I would go out to eat with Lele. I would buy the food, and she would eat. She didn't seem to mind at all, readily accepting my "care." Our daily companionship made us appear to outsiders like a couple. Soon, my roommates discovered my secret because I "abandoned" them at mealtimes. They all complained that I had managed to date a senior without telling them. I was too lazy to explain the true relationship between Lele and me. Sometimes, in front of Lele, they would tease us about it without a care in the world, but Lele never explained it, which surprised me.

At that time, Lele and I were both in love and had our own romantic worlds. I had Xiaoxiao in my heart, and she had her boyfriend. But whenever we heard the outside world confirm that we were a couple, we both tacitly never explained. During that time, our relationship developed very quickly, but it also gradually became a little strange: we were not a couple, but when we were together, we were very intimate. When we were alone together, we would play and joke around, and the physical contact became more frequent. Sometimes I would naturally hold her hand and pinch her face, and she liked to interlock my fingers and then squeeze my fingers hard. She called it the "Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty". Or she would hug my waist from behind and tickle me... Lele (Part 3) When the first semester of my freshman year ended, I went home for winter vacation. Lele was going to find her boyfriend early in the morning, which made me a little jealous. Throughout the holiday, Lele would frequently text me, telling me what she ate that day, where she went, and how difficult it was to see her boyfriend—trivial topics like that. But because I was back in Suzhou, and as the saying goes, "near home, one feels apprehensive," with Xiaoxiao there, my mood became somewhat low. I rarely replied to Lele's texts seriously, mostly just sending her "hmm" or "oh." After the

short winter break, I returned to Nanjing, to Hohai University. Lele had returned to school a few days earlier than me. To my surprise, after learning of my plans the day before I returned, she actually came to pick me up at the station herself. The weather in

Nanjing was still quite cold right after the New Year. When I got off the train and exited the station, I quickly spotted Lele in the bustling crowd, stamping her feet to keep warm. Seeing her like that, and remembering my perfunctory attitude and inattentiveness towards her during the holiday, I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. I rushed towards her, and as we did, she saw me and walked towards me. When we got close, we hugged like a couple. Lele patted my back and said, "Happy New Year." The whole thing was so natural, without the slightest awkwardness, as if we had rehearsed that hug a hundred or a thousand times.

On the bus back to school, Lele and I held hands tightly. Although the bus was bumpy, we didn't separate for a moment.

At the time, I was very confused about our relationship, and for a while, I even felt like I was the third party in our relationship. But Lele's relationship with her boyfriend didn't seem to be affected at all because of me. Back then, I still didn't have a clear understanding of how things were going between Lele and me. More than ten years later, when I think back to Lele and me, I call us "temporary partners"... After the second semester of my freshman year, perhaps due to the sedimentation of our feelings over the summer, we started to appear on campus like a real couple. We were inseparable every day, eating together, going to the library together, eating her favorite spicy hot pot outside of school, and accompanying me to the internet cafe to play Warcraft. During that time, we would hold hands and kiss like other couples. At night, we would stroll to sparsely populated corners of the campus, passionately kissing and caressing each other's hot bodies through our clothes, as if we were both trying to find a bit of warmth from each other to dispel the cold air. As

the weather warmed up and we shed our bulky winter clothes, wearing thinner and thinner garments, Lele and I would still, as if by prior arrangement, stroll behind the school buildings and into the grove after dusk, going to any place where hormones flowed in the air, kissing, caressing, and touching. Lele was really thin, with a flat bottom, and her breasts, when she smiled, lacked any softness. She wasn't very tall either. But for me, who had no sexual experience at the time, everything Lele gave me was deeply captivating.

However, it's worth mentioning that during the period when our relationship progressed rapidly, both Lele and I deliberately avoided mentioning anything about her boyfriend or my Xiaoxiao. From an outsider's perspective, Lele wasn't a good woman in the strictest sense. The reason is obvious: she had a boyfriend, yet she constantly demanded what she needed from me, and I, knowing she had a boyfriend, repeatedly took the pleasure that should have belonged to him. Yes, neither of us were good people; we were doing things that hurt her boyfriend every day. To put it bluntly, we were an adulterous couple. But at that time, Lele and I had no regard for morality or ethics.

At the end of my freshman year, on the train back to Suzhou, Lele texted me to tell me she wanted to stay at school to work during the summer vacation. Just that simple sentence, but I knew she wanted me to be with her. So, as soon as I got off the train, I immediately bought a ticket back to Nanjing a few days later and texted Lele: "I'll be there in a few days, wait for me."

Those few days of vacation were just about meeting up with friends and classmates I hadn't seen in months, catching up. But during that time, I was completely distracted. When I was alone, the images of Lele and Xiaoxiao, whom I had a crush on, kept flashing through my mind. Their images were sometimes blurry, sometimes clear. Ironically, neither of them belonged to me then, yet because of them, I was confused about life, the future, and the future of relationships.

Confused as I was, life had to go on. The few days passed quickly, and without hesitation, I boarded the train back to Nanjing.

Just like six months ago, Lele was already waiting for me when I got off the train. This familiar scene made me feel a little dazed. Six months ago, she was also waiting for my return in the same terrible weather, only this time it was freezing cold, and this time it was scorching hot. Looking at her sunburnt face, I almost felt relieved at that moment. I asked myself if I had been overthinking things, worrying too much. At least we could be by each other's side and be happy, and that was enough.

During the summer vacation, Lele worked as a student at an advertising company near the Olympic Sports Center. Her job was simply to input advertising plans into the computer and create electronic files. I, on the other hand, enrolled in a driving school, planning to get my driver's license during the two-month vacation. The time we spent together every night was the happiest and most anticipated. My first time was during that period. The process was nothing more than us being intimate in a secluded corner of the campus, just like always. Perhaps because of the hot weather, we were both particularly restless and aroused. Just moments before, I was caressing her long legs in flesh-colored stockings, and I slowly lifted her skirt to slip my hand inside her panties. Lele grabbed my hand, looking at me with a mischievous grin: "What are you doing? You pervert!"

I was stunned. Why didn't she say anything when I was touching and teasing her all over? Just a little more intensity and she's a pervert? Of course, I couldn't say that out loud.

"No, I just wanted to check on her development," I laughed.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Lele laughed too, pinching the back of my hand that was still reaching inside. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Actually, in the nearly six months of intimate interactions we've had since the first semester's winter break, it's all been nothing more than kissing and touching; we've never gone any further. But to say I never thought about sex would be absolute nonsense. However, back then I had no sexual experience, and besides, in those days at university, if a girl got pregnant unexpectedly, both parties would be punished by the school, and in severe cases, even expelled (universities were much more conservative back then than they are now). I was rather timid, or rather, a bit indecisive, so every time I was intimate with Lele, it was limited to me kissing and touching her; there were never any other actions. Although Lele is usually very outgoing, in these situations, she wasn't as bold as usual. She would just wrap her arms around my neck, close her eyes, completely immersed in my 'violation' of her, and there would be no further action.

Just as I was about to get intimate a little longer before heading back to my dorm to rest, Lele suddenly did something that completely surprised me. Taking advantage of my inattention, she suddenly grabbed my erect penis through my pants:

"It's gotten bigger..." She then looked at me with a mischievous grin and deliberately squeezed it a few times. Holy crap,

I felt all the blood rush to my head, my head spinning, and everything around me began to feel unreal. This was the first time in my life that a girl had caught me in this compromising situation; I was completely unprepared. Lele's action caught me completely off guard. When I came to my senses, I made a decision:

"If you don't let go, I'll eat you alive!" My breathing became rapid: "I can't take it, sis."

"How do you want to eat?" Lele must have sensed my increasingly heavy breathing, but she didn't intend to stop there. Her hand, still gripping my crotch, kneaded it lightly and heavily a few times. "Can you eat, little brother?"

I don't remember the rest of the process very clearly. I only remember that as I groped to enter her body, her genitals were very dry, and I could only clumsily push in. The dryness at our point of contact seemed to make her uncomfortable, and under the stimulation of this tension and the dry friction from my genitals, I ejaculated without warning. Some of it went into her vagina, and most of it spilled onto the sheets. The whole process took only about one or two minutes. Seeing this, Lele silently got up and began cleaning up the traces I had left.

After resting for a while, my penis became aroused again, but after some tenderness, when I tried to enter again, Lele's genitals were still as dry as a desert. Perhaps she still had an unconscious reservation and aversion to this act of betrayal, preventing her from getting into the mood. Despite my constant caresses and kisses, things didn't improve. Just as I was about to give up, Sister Lele went to the bathroom, got some shower gel, and applied it to our genitals. This time, I easily penetrated her slender body… As time went on, I dated more women and had sex more often. I had long forgotten what Sister Lele looked like that night. I only remembered that the next day she asked me to buy a box of something called 'Yuting' (a Chinese emergency contraceptive), which confirmed that I had left my scent inside her. That was the only time we made love. Perhaps out of regret and self-blame, Sister Lele never made that kind of advance again, and I never made that request either. Although we still held hands and kissed, I knew that after that night, Sister Lele's feelings for me could never return to the intimate closeness we once had.

As I expected, in Lele's final semester before graduation, she buried herself in the library preparing for her postgraduate entrance exam, while I, having finally confirmed my relationship with my crush, abruptly ended my connection with Lele. We would still occasionally have a meal together and chat, but that was all; nothing more.

The summer after my sophomore year, Lele was admitted to Shanghai Jiao Tong University for postgraduate studies. One evening before graduation, I formally treated her to dinner that cost me a month's living expenses. We ate and chatted, reminiscing about the past few years. As for that night a month earlier, we chose to keep it in our hearts, or perhaps, forget it completely… In the time after she left, the only thing keeping us in touch—text messages—gradually decreased until I changed my phone number, and Lele completely disappeared from my life, never to be heard from again.

After graduation, I often mentioned Lele in online chats with my friend, and he always expressed regret that Lele and I didn't end up together. I never explained the truth to him.

I've never been sure where my feelings for Lele came from. Perhaps it was sympathy for her difficult situation at the time, or maybe it was seeking comfort from her during a period of emptiness and confusion, or perhaps it was something else entirely. But I know it wasn't love. The only person I've ever loved in my life is Xiaoxiao. Even after spending that night with Lele, I still don't believe love and sex can be confused. Just like how Dog Brother gave his virginity to a middle-aged woman in a hair salon, he would never consider it love.

For Lele, I only feel gratitude. Perhaps, goodbye forever!

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