[Urban] Wild Countryside Madness (Complete) - 28-30

If the older brother doesn't agree, the younger brother and sister will also be in trouble. How could they propose marriage when their parents are still worried about their older brother's marriage?

Actually, Gao Yun is the most anxious person, like the emperor not worrying while the eunuchs are dying of anxiety. Her sweetheart, Luo Heping, is her older brother's classmate, and her family is just as worried about his marriage!

The wild lily that Luo Heping gave her on Youth Day has already withered, and she doesn't want her body to gradually wither like that flower.

In Luo Heping's ice cream shop in Longquan, she once again let Heping examine her body to see if it was still as radiant as a blooming flower.

This ice cream shop has a billiard table for young students to use for entertainment, but after closing that night, it was only for the two of them.

"Little sister, my little sister..." Heping has a naturally beautiful singing voice, and he sang while stroking her cheek.

Sitting on the pool table, Gao Yun closed her eyes slightly, softly singing along. Shortly after his song ended, she felt his warm, moist lips touch hers. At first, it was just a light touch, but as her lips became moist, his tongue slowly slipped into her mouth. She seemed instantly aroused, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her cherry lips parted, and she intensely sucked on his tongue, filling her mouth completely.

He Ping's entire body trembled slightly. He lifted her shirt, unbuttoned her bra, and his tongue naturally slipped out, sliding down her neck until, in the dim light, he found her swollen nipples and began to lick them in circles; once they were erect, he swallowed them whole.

"Big brother, I love your tongue, come here, come on…" Gao Yun cried out excitedly. She lifted her skirt and quickly pulled off her underwear.

"I don't want to... I don't want to..." he mumbled, thrusting his lower body forcefully against her exposed genitals while his head remained buried in her breasts, sucking.

He sucked on the left and then the right, stubbornly refusing to touch her vulva. She grew anxious, feeling her vulva secreting a continuous flow of fluid, like a volcano about to erupt. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her labia, quickly wetting her fingers.

"Big brother, hurry, hurry... I can't take it anymore..."

Hearing her urgent plea, Heping could no longer restrain himself. He squatted down, approaching her vulva, first biting her fingertip to suck up the fragrant fluid, before using his tongue to explore inside.

"Ah..." she cried out sharply, "Yes, yes, big brother, I, I can't, I can't..."

He felt the same way, his tongue pushing in as far as it could go, before starting to move back and forth.

She was in ecstasy, her body swaying on the table, allowing him to penetrate deeper, until his tongue felt numb and she was tired, at which point they stopped this phase of the game.

Luo Heping then slowly pulled down his pants, his erect penis springing out like an arrow already on a bowstring, hard and aimed at her vagina. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the table, so that it touched the head of his penis. Covered in sweat, he slid in effortlessly.

"Ouch..." she cried out loudly.

"Everyone can hear you, keep your voice down."

"I...I'm enjoying it!"

"I'll make you enjoy it even more."

With that promise, he worked even harder, the balls on the table bouncing wildly. Gao Yun wasn't to be outdone, raising her legs high to his shoulders, propping them up, her whole body arching upwards. Under such intense cooperation, He Ping's body went numb; he turned and bit her foot, sucking hard.

"Get down, brother, get down..."

Gao Yun cried, rolling over to the side. After He Ping lay down, she rolled over again, climbed on top, grabbed his penis, and shoved it directly into her hole, then shook it like grinding ink.

This move was powerful; it not only thoroughly rubbed He Ping's penis but also placed her breasts in front of him, allowing him to play with or suck them.

He Ping felt a sudden heat and swelling in his glans, as if he wanted to stick tightly to her vagina. He mustered his remaining strength and vigorously shook his hips, his hands tightly gripping her breasts. He silently counted to twenty before ejaculating.

Chapter Two of *The Wild Flower of Love*: The Lesson of the Four Joys 1. Cheng Yuan was awakened by a ray of sunlight; that night, he had no dreams. He didn't have the leisure to dream; the whole thing happened too suddenly, like a revolving lantern, scaring away any dreams he should have had.

He wanted to get up to urinate, but as soon as he sat up, he felt dizzy. Reaching up, he found his head wrapped in gauze. Where was the woman? Where was Alan? Had she taken advantage of his vulnerability and run away? Why were women always absent when you needed them most? He wondered.

He wanted to call a nurse, but then dismissed the thought. Why would he need another strange woman to come at such an embarrassing moment? He struggled to the bathroom, pulled out his "treasure," and peed everywhere—who cares! In this chaotic time. Back in bed, the first person he thought of was the blind fortune teller he had once looked down upon.

"You will be unable to walk properly and will face imprisonment," Master Songmu had said.

Master Songmu had told him to abstain from beef for a month, and he intended to comply. But that bastard Donald Duck had caused him to break his vow, but how could it be so accurate? He'd barely opened his mouth to eat beef when a glass flew at him?

Cheng Yuan tried to unravel the cause and effect, but he had to admit his head was damaged, rendering his efforts futile. So, he would try to interpret Master Songmu's prediction! "

You will be unable to walk properly." Logically, it should be his foot that was injured, so how could such a drastic error occur? Ah… he remembered the pain he felt when he got out of bed. Yes, even with a damaged head, the consequence of "impaired mobility" still occurs.

Then how do you explain "imprisonment"? He closed his eyes, feeling the heat of the sunlight outside the window. What else could this be but imprisonment? This hospital room is just like a prison, confining his body.

Ah! Master Songmu is truly a god! That old blind man—no, he is not to be profaned, that master is truly incredibly accurate in his predictions, his foretelling of the future is unparalleled, worthy of utmost admiration!

You tell me, is our Cheng Yuan, nicknamed "Fake Immortal," out of his mind? If his isn't, then mine is, because I've become superstitious about the supernatural and bizarre things Confucius most despised.

While I was still lost in the delusions of supernatural and bizarre things, his woman, Alan, came in, still expressionless, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"If you keep acting like a block of wood, I'll really beat you into one." Cheng Yuan's anger flared, his head throbbing. He had to calm himself down before continuing, "Tell me the whole story."

"Where to begin?" she asked.

What's wrong with this woman? Is this the only kind of woman I, Cheng Yuan, can associate with? He held back, calmly asking, "Who broke my head?"

"I don't know." Three simple words.

“Fuck your mother…” He wanted to curse her ancestors for eighteen generations: “I’m covered in blood, and you don’t even know who the culprit is? How are we going to get revenge?”

“I really don’t know.” Alan stood up and walked to the window: “It was chaos. Two tables next door were fighting, cups and plates were flying everywhere. The first cup hit you on the head.”

“What did Donald Duck say?”

“He said afterwards that he didn’t know any of those two tables of customers. You were hit and passed out, so I had to hide under the table to take care of you.”

That makes sense, that’s what my woman, Cheng Yuan’s woman, would say.

“Then what about Donald Duck, the culprit?” Since they couldn’t find the real culprit, they had to frame him.

“They ran away as soon as they saw the chaos, without even paying the bill. The owner even asked me for it!”

“He wouldn’t dare!” Cheng Yuan said angrily, “He’ll have to pay for the medical bills too.”

“Forget it, I have health insurance…”

“Forget it my ass! I need to find the boss and Old Tang. Especially Old Tang, he ran away before the cops could check on him. What am I going to do? If the cops know my identity, I’ll be in trouble too.”

“If I really have to find someone, I’ll probably have to find that plate of beef.” She said seriously, making Cheng Yuan almost spit out blood.

“Light me a cigarette.” He felt his head throbbing again.

She had just lit one and handed it to him when the nurse walked in.

“Hey, no smoking!” The nurse’s shout made him want to fuck her.

2. Gao Sen returned to his hometown of Kiridai. At Qu Lu's house, he cried.

On the beam of Qu Lu's house, Gao Sen could proudly display all his honors from elementary school to the present. His father had framed and hung any certificate he received on the beam. It seemed this extended his father's life.

His father had lived through the Japanese occupation, and he felt immense pride if any of his children surpassed him in those times. Now, his own son was also a "rising star," achieving so much glory—how could he not be moved? However

, Gao Sen had his own thoughts, different from his father's, and so he cried.

As the "Sunrise," meaning a prince of his family, Gao Sen, on his return to his hometown of Rukai, unexpectedly vomited profusely, much to the astonishment of the village elders, fathers, and brothers.

Gao Sen's tears were not without reason.

According to Rukai custom, men are not allowed to shed tears, as men bear heavy responsibilities, especially Gao Sen, as the Rukai prince, who should not shed tears arbitrarily. So why did our prince shed tears?

Gao Sen was thinking of his woman in his hometown; a woman named Du Youlan. When he thought of that woman, his friend Luo Heping was completely helpless.

He Ping asked him, "Classmate, you don't even know if Alan is still alive, why bother?"

Unexpectedly, Gao Sen replied, "Don't meddle in things you don't understand."

"Gao Sen..."

"He Ping, stop talking." Gao Sen swayed back and forth, saying, "You don't understand Malay humor, she's still waiting for me."

"A word to the wise is enough." It was Gao Sen's father who spoke: "Don't try to persuade my son anymore! He... he's possessed."

"Father..."

Gao Sen's father gestured for him to be quiet, then slowly walked outside and never came back in.

"They, father and son, perhaps had a grudge in a past life," Gao Sen's mother said to He Ping, taking a sip of bitter wine.

"Father..." Gao Sen cried out to his father, "Whether it's my fault or yours, let's not dwell on it anymore, okay?"

Under the witness of Wutou Mountain, no one answered, and the man calling Gao Sen could only continue to weep. However, his classmate Luo Heping absolutely disagreed. He'd come tonight precisely to have a serious talk with Gao Sen about his marriage to Gao Yun, but Gao Sen was in a bad mood, had drunk himself into a stupor, and was now crying uncontrollably.

Heping had heard Gao Yun mention how his siblings had pleaded with him to marry Yan Ruyu that day. Perhaps it was because of this that Gao Sen had returned to his hometown in Lu, intending to persuade his parents to change their minds and ease some of the pressure. Unexpectedly, he had ended up arguing with his father.

"We Rukai people value filial piety above all else," Gao Sen said calmly. "For Alan's sake, I've become an unfilial son."

"I understand your feelings, and Gao Yun understands them too," Heping deliberately steered the conversation towards the two of them to continue the discussion.

“No, you don’t understand…” He rambled on, “What I mean is, Alan is stranded in a foreign land, and I, or my father, should take responsibility…”

“Hey…” Luo Heping deliberately changed the subject again, pointing to a photo on the wall of Gao Sen in traditional clothing posing with the central government official, saying, “You’ve even taken a photo with a high-ranking official!”

“Bullshit, bullshit.”

Gao Sen’s original intention in saying this was directed at Heping, but I think it was directed at the high-ranking official, or rather, it was me who was targeting the high-ranking official. I don’t know when it started, but our high-ranking officials have developed the habit of taking photos with ordinary people to prove their “people-friendly and grassroots” official style, but in my opinion, it’s all bullshit. This trend of using ordinary people for show sometimes backfires, and the ordinary people use it to advance their careers! I’ve personally seen a so-called “young talent” who swaggered around, his house filled with such photos, including the current emperor. This was his capital; he couldn’t afford to lose a single one.

The topic had strayed too far, and Gao Sen would be annoyed and might even draw his sword on me.

"Don't interrupt anymore, you'll have to drink the penalty drink," he ordered his classmate.

He Ping frowned, drinking the same bitter wine as Gao Sen's mother, but one could deduce that Gao Sen himself was suffering the same fate.

The sun set, and the evening mist drifting down from Wutou Mountain suddenly enveloped the small village, making the figures even more hazy. Gao Sen's mother suddenly began to softly sing a mountain song, her voice ethereal and sending a chill down one's spine.

Alan was nowhere to be found, and Gao Yun couldn't get in either. Luo Heping felt deeply saddened, so he simply downed a cup and decided to get drunk!

3. Gao Sen was assigned by his director to interview about a news story about a drunken murder at a KTV.

A group of young people had gathered at this KTV on a weekend night for drinking and having fun. During the gathering, someone discovered that the person in the next room was an acquaintance, so they went back and forth toasting each other. After several rounds of drinks, their voices inevitably became louder. One of them claimed to be a disciple of a certain sect, boasting about how big and powerful his sect was, and he shouted fiercely. The brother who had just met him was not convinced and charged at him, saying, "What kind of lousy sect is yours? I can take you down in Pingtung with one finger." Just because of that curse word "lousy sect," the two sides started fighting. Cups, bowls, ashtrays flew everywhere, bottles and fists were thrown, and the fight went from inside the room to outside.

In the chaos, someone pulled out a knife and stabbed someone three times. Only when blood gushed out did they realize the gravity of the situation and scatter. When the police arrived, they rushed the injured man, who was lying in a pool of blood, to the hospital and immediately launched an investigation. Finally, in the early morning, they arrested three youths who were still wandering the streets on their motorcycles after the incident. Following the leads, they apprehended the main suspect, a Rukai youth.

The police chief believed the murder was related to the Gaosen indigenous people, making him the most suitable person to cover the case. Thus, he went to the Pingtung County Police Bureau. Many people in the county police bureau knew Gaosen; besides being a reporter, many of the lower-ranking officers were also indigenous. Therefore, from the doorman to the second floor, many people greeted Gaosen.

As soon as he stepped into the criminal investigation team, he saw a young man handcuffed against the wall, his head hanging low. His long hair was completely golden, and he wore a floral shirt with a ripped right shoulder. His trousers were stained with mud and dust; he was wearing only one slipper, looking utterly disheveled.

"Uruko..."

Gao Sen was about to go over to interview a police officer and take a statement when someone called out to him, Lu Kaimingyu. Following the voice, he found it was an elder from his hometown, an elder from Wutai Village, eight kilometers away from Lu Village.

"What are you doing here?" Gao Sen approached and shook his hand, remembering his name was Ba Taro.

"How is your father?" Ba Taro asked instead of answering.

"He can still hunt wild boars!" he joked, then asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"

The old man still didn't answer, his eyes welling with tears. After a long while, he said to Gao Sen, "Please give me a cigarette."

He hurriedly took out a cigarette to light for the old man, and was about to ask again when a police officer answered for him, "That's his child! The one who killed someone."

Gao Sen was startled, grabbed the old man's hand, and asked again, "Your child?"

This time, the old man nodded, and tears finally streamed down his face. Gao Sen couldn't bear it, patted the old man's hand to comfort him, and then led him to his son, pulling out two chairs for him to sit down.

"What's your name?" Gao Sen lowered his voice, "Lift your head and answer me."

"This is Brother Gao, don't be afraid, lift your head," his father urged him from the side, and he finally raised his face.

Although his skin was dark, it was a handsome face, but his large eyes were filled with confusion, fear, hesitation, and bewilderment.

“My name is Ba Anguo.” He replied softly, “Brother Gao, are you... are you familiar with them? Could you ask them not to hit me?”

“Did they hit you?” He looked back at the policemen.

“No. But he said I dared to lie to them, so I’d get beaten up.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you’re my little brother, they won’t hit you.”

“Thank you, Brother Gao.” He gave an innocent smile.

“You can still smile.” Gao Sen said seriously, “Look at your father, how old is he?”

“Sixty-nine.” He looked at his father and replied, the latter’s brows furrowing even deeper.

“He’s so old, yet he still works in the fields every day just to raise you, and you’ve gone astray in this flat land, causing such a huge mess. Look at him, he was just crying in front of me. If you were really my brother, I would have killed you, you beast, with a hunting knife.” Gao Sen’s words made him lower his head again.

“I... I don’t know, whether I killed him or not.”

“Say it again, what exactly happened?” He was puzzled.

"Brother Gao, can I have a cigarette?"

He almost slapped him. What was going on? He still wanted a cigarette? But he was someone else's child, how could he scold him in front of everyone?

Gao Sen handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. After taking two deep drags, he said slowly, "Last night was a chaotic scene. People from both sides were toasting each other. I think I was drunk, but I also think I wasn't... Later, I heard someone shout that a fight had broken out next door. I didn't know what was going on, so I went with a friend to see. As soon as we entered, the people inside started fighting and pushed me to the ground. I had just gotten up when I was immediately punched several times; it hurt a lot, but I didn't care. I punched back and fought back, and we fought all the way outside the KTV... Outside, there were many things that could be used for support, like bricks, wooden sticks, and iron bars... I can't remember what I was holding, but at the police station, two people testified that they saw me kill someone with a knife. Really, I think about it carefully, and I don't think I killed anyone with a knife."

"Which side were the witnesses from?" Gao Sen pressed.

"It's a friend of a friend. He came from the north to the south for fun. He's probably locked up downstairs now."

"Who gave you the knife?"

"They said it was another friend, also from the north, but he wasn't caught and escaped."

"This case is going to be difficult."

"Uruko, I beg you, please help me! You must help me get my child back!" Seeing Pataro's anxious expression, you'd be moved too, and you'd immediately grope your children, wanting to know if they were safe outside and why they hadn't returned home so late.

As a child, I read, "It's so dark, the wind is so strong, Dad's gone fishing, why isn't he home yet?" Little did I know, times have changed, and now it's our children who are "fishing" outside. For their safety, I suggest you don't just leave a light on for them; actively check on them and search for them.

This is my honest advice, because high-ranking officials might not see or hear Pataro's anxiety; they're busy right now! Busy drafting a constitution for the next century, this trivial matter was none of their business.

Gao Sen felt helpless.

Cheng Yuan finished watching the nightly news in his hospital room, turned off the TV, and saw his own bandaged head on the screen. Feeling dejected, he asked Alan to lower his bed so he could lie flat. He then noticed the nearly empty IV drip bottle and pressed the call button.

"What is it?" came the voice over the loudspeaker.

"The IV is finished!" he replied irritably.

After a while, the nurse arrived—the same one who had stopped him from smoking last time. He felt a surge of anger.

The nurse tiptoed in front of him to change the IV drip, her curves flashing before his eyes: alluring sheer stockings, a high, firm buttock, and a bra that had inadvertently peeked out from under the button—all of which shifted and lowered his urges.

This slut was just a bit fierce, but fierceness and slutty aren't mutually exclusive! He was stirred by some fantasies, but unfortunately, the piece of meat in front of him quickly flew away. Cheng Yuan sighed, only to find Du Youlan lying on the sofa in a semi-conscious state. Even without fish and shrimp, he couldn't let her fall asleep.

"Alan, Alan," he called her twice.

"What?" she asked, opening her eyes.

To fuck you! He thought this in his heart but didn't say it aloud, only beckoning her: "Come here."

"Don't even think about it, you're sick and you still want to have sex." She saw right through this man.

"I'm sick, damn it, but my dick isn't sick." He was furious and embarrassed. "Don't think I can't beat you up just because I'm in a hospital bed."

"What if the wound bleeds?"

"That's my problem." He said sternly, "Are you coming over or not?"

Du Youlan slowly moved over and sat down beside his bed. He couldn't wait to reach out and touch her breasts, but he didn't expect to use the hand with the IV drip, and the needle pulled at him, causing excruciating pain.

"I said..." He stopped Alan from speaking.

"You don't need to say it, pain is my problem, watch me."

Cheng Yuan became cautious now; lust is irresistible. He switched hands and reached inside her clothes, past her bra, and grabbed her breasts, then closed his eyes, fantasizing about the nurse from earlier.

Ah, my angel in white, even her firm breasts were pure white, the nipple like a pink bud, eager to bloom. He lifted her t-shirt, ripped off her bra, and plunged down, licking the bud with his tongue, breathing on it as if urging it to bloom; after this entanglement, the bud stood erect, clearly stimulated.

She was stimulated, her hands encircling the breast and pushing forward, trying to get him to take it all in; he understood, opened his mouth wide and suckled, while taking off her top, the other breast falling into his hand, squeezing and pressing, as if trying to squeeze out some milk.

"Your little brother really isn't broken!" she mocked, looking at his bulging crotch, grabbing it and shaking it up and down outside his pants, and in no time, his little brother sprang out from the crotch of his unzipped nightgown, standing proudly like a spitting tongue.

"With your mouth, with your mouth," he mumbled, imagining the alluring red lips of the angel in white touching his glans.

She bent down and bit it, sucking up and down, strands of semen flowing into her mouth. It was like an IV drip, and his semen was like that full IV bottle, about to rush out and enter the angel in white's body.

He caressed her buttocks and her long, stockinged legs, fantasizing about the angel in white to his heart's content, finally unable to resist pulling off her shorts, removing her underwear along with them.

He gently stroked the curly pubic hair around her lower abdomen, with extreme tenderness. "My noble angel in white, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I, Xiao Cheng, will treat you well. Don't panic."

His hand slid down her pubic hair, touching her moist labia. A tremor ran through him, and his damp fingers couldn't help but slide deeper and deeper, until they were unfathomably deep, stirring inside. The more he stirred, the more fluid there was, almost submerging his fingers, making him feel as if he were floating inside.

Her desire was aroused to its peak, and she simply moved her lower body onto the bed, but he saw the tension in her eyes.

"Be careful with my IV drip..." he sighed softly, reaching out to lift the thin tube so she could straddle him.

Once in position, facing her full, round buttocks, he stuck out his tongue, licking her vaginal fluids again and again; she moved her penis away, burying her head deep to suck his testicles; he became even more excited, straightening his tongue, reaching straight to her clitoris, causing her to spit out his testicles and cry out, actively shaking her hips in rhythm with his tongue.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming..." she quickly pulled away from his mouth, sliding her body down to directly envelop his penis, then grabbing the bed railing at the foot of the bed with both hands and shaking it vigorously, the hospital bed creaking and groaning.

He still kept his eyes closed, his expression distorted, his whole body tingling slightly. In this position, he could only see her back, but his hands could touch her buttocks, so he reached out and pinched her buttocks hard, leaving two bruises before stopping. She,

on top, shook herself until she was covered in sweat, then turned over, her technique excellent, their bodies still joined.

After they assumed their positions, she stretched out her legs and overlapped his, leaning forward and supporting herself on the bed with her hands, rubbing her hips in circles, thoroughly enjoying herself. He grasped her dangling breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples between his fingers, and thrust hard, causing her to moan involuntarily.

"Quick, kiss me, I can't take it anymore," he cried.

Their mouths met, their tongues intertwined, and in no time, he could no longer hold back, ejaculating with great pleasure.

Ah, my angel in white, now I'm the one giving you an IV drip.

From beginning to end, Cheng Yuan fantasized about making love with that pretty nurse, indulging in fantasies about her. Have you ever had this experience?

Is it immoral? Dirty? Sordid? Don't ask me, I don't know either.

"Ouch..." Cheng Yuan cried out after the angel in white—no, Alan—got out of bed, "My wound hurts!"

"Let me see," Alan said, turning his head to examine him closely. After a moment, she frowned and said, "Damn it, I told you, it might be bleeding again."

The phrase "lust is a knife above one's head" aptly describes Cheng Yuan's current state. Because of this night's desire, the wound on his head had reopened, delaying his discharge by three days. Would this affect what was inside his head, rendering his "false immortality" a mere empty title? The doctor dared not say, but Cheng Yuan didn't care much, as long as it didn't affect that sometimes soft, sometimes hard thing in his lower body.

As for the angel in white, she couldn't understand why his wound had reopened; she was unaware that she was the culprit!

Upon being discharged from the hospital, Cheng Yuan's first act was to go to the gambling den to re-verify whether the blind old man, Pine Wood Master's, prediction was still accurate. Although he had broken his vow against eating beef, he had still received his just deserts! It was supposedly offsetting his bad luck.

He recognized two of the other three players at the table; their skills were undoubtedly top-notch. The other player was quiet, but after four rounds, it was clear he was no pushover. Of course, in a professional casino like this, playing mahjong with a base stake of 3,000 yuan, was it possible to encounter a novice? Unless you were an idiot who couldn't stand losing money, you should be grateful you didn't run into a quack.

After eight rounds, counting his chips, Cheng Yuan had won over 80,000 yuan. Just as he had predicted, his bad luck had left him.

"Old Cheng, did you perform some kind of ritual today?" The owner, surnamed Zhou, teased him. "What kind of ritual is this? You have to crack your own head first, teach me a lesson!"

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed." He pointed to the back of his head and said, "This crack isn't just a random one. You might end up dead or become an idiot or something. You think money is easy to earn? It's hard to earn!"

"Just lucky streak. You'll see later," a fellow player interjected.

See? Wow! It really is see! Cheng Yuan grabbed a deck of cards, surprisingly forming a "Big Four of Winds" hand. He had three West and South winds each, forming two pairs; a pair of North winds, waiting to be melded; only one East wind remained. "

I wonder if you know how to play this national pastime. I'm as shrewd as a monkey. Back in my student days, I earned pocket money with my superb gambling skills; however, I've quit gambling now because I heeded the advice of an elder." He said, "You've played mahjong your whole life, what kind of hand haven't you seen?"

Indeed, I've even seen the extremely rare and highest-scoring "Big Four Winds," so is mahjong still worth playing? Writing this into a novel to advise you against gambling is a kind of atonement!

Enough said, let's get to this exciting game.

Cheng Yuan's opponent just discarded a North Wind, which he then melded. Now, with only two useless tiles in his hand—a Red Dragon and an East Wind—he was getting

increasingly tense. It was Cheng Yuan's turn to draw a tile, and in a flash, his hand shot out. He drew

an East Wind!

His heart nearly stopped beating. He carefully discarded the Red Dragon, now waiting for the East Wind and a pair of Nine of Characters. Now, whether he wins with the East Wind or the Nine of Characters, whether it's a Big Four Winds or a Small Four Winds, it doesn't matter; any hand without a Big Four Winds is considered a full hand.

Zhou, the owner of the arena who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly started talking to him like a madman at this crucial moment.

"Hey, Lao Cheng, have you seen Lao Tang lately?" he asked.

"Who?" He was completely absent-minded, his mind racing with "Dongfeng, Dongfeng."

"Donald Duck! He's made a huge mistake, everyone in the underworld knows."

Cheng Yuan looked up and glanced at him: "I haven't seen him, what happened?"

"He's embarrassed!" Zhou grinned wickedly: "He recently stole a Mercedes trying to smuggle it to the mainland, but the owner turned out to be a gangster from the Super Band. The gangster found out it was him, and he's furious, threatening to kill him..."

"And then?" Cheng Yuan was distracted.

"Don't interrupt! Later, Old Tang asked some underworld brothers to return the car to that gangster. The other guy kept the car, but he still said the same thing. He said even the cops didn't dare to inspect his car, they gave him a wide berth. Who did Old Tang think he was, daring to mess with him and making him lose face? If you want to settle, fine, leave the arm that unlocked his car."

"So tough? What did Old Tang say?"

"Did he dare utter a word? He and his followers have long since dispersed and disappeared from the underworld!" The owner asked with some schadenfreude, "Isn't he always hanging around with you? That's why I'm asking you!"

"Pah, pah, pah." Cheng Yuan immediately replied, "We've already severed ties, don't frame me!"

He touched the gauze on the back of his head while pondering the whole story. If it weren't for that glass that flew out of nowhere, he would most likely have forged a fake travel document for Old Tang the next day after sobering up, hoping to make a quick buck. Wouldn't that have put him in a difficult position? Could he still play cards peacefully now? Could his forgery-savvy right hand still get the "East Wind" (a lucky break)? Would the other party let him go? He was

just missing the "East Wind"—where was his "East Wind"?

If it weren't for that glass, Old Tang would have been urging him repeatedly to quickly get the documents so he could sell the stolen car. Now that he was injured, Old Tang, having already made a mistake, wouldn't bother him anymore. Wasn't that head injury a blessing in disguise?

The old man's misfortune hadn't brought a major disaster, but it had still given him a fright, making him break out in a cold sweat, even his delicate, creamy hands were drenched in sweat. His sweaty, creamy-skinned hands reached forward, picked up a tile, and rubbed the face of it with his middle finger… Good heavens, it was the East Wind tile with two mustaches at the bottom. Good heavens… His heart pounded, his blood rushed to his head, and the wound under the gauze felt like a volcano about to erupt again.

In that instant, he skillfully flipped the tile with two fingers, making sure it was face up so everyone could see his winning hand, but the tile wouldn't cooperate. It slipped from his sweaty fingers, bounced twice on the table, rolled onto the floor, and tumbled a few more times before finally stopping. Everyone turned to look at the tile, but he didn't. His heart sank, like that East Wind tile, determined to take him to hell.

"It's East Wind!" The owner, Zhou, picked up the card from the floor and handed it back to Cheng Yuandao. "It's a useless card! You don't want it, right?"

"Right." He gritted his teeth. "Who wants this lousy East Wind?"

Actually, at the same time, his mind was racing, he cursed a thousand times, but he just held onto that card tightly. The cooked duck had flown away; the card on the ground was like spilled water; self-draw doesn't count, that's the ironclad rule of gambling.

"Hey, brother, it's your turn to play."

"Stop dragging it out! Hurry up!"

"What's wrong with East Wind? Nobody wants it!"

The three players urged him repeatedly. His heart gradually calmed down, accepting the fact. He inserted the East Wind into his hand, drew a Nine of Wan and played it, then switched to a single Nine of Wan. Perhaps there was still a chance to win with a Nine of Wan, he thought. He thought about it, but fate often only gives you one chance. And just then, the guy who said he was incredibly lucky knocked the cards over.

"You've been waiting for nine of a kind for so long! I told you to play the East Wind, but you wouldn't go for it." He glanced at Cheng Yuan: "See? You got burned." Damn it!

He clenched his fists, wanting to slap the mahjong tiles in his face, venting his anger over the four winds and the East Wind. But then something else happened.

The doorbell rang repeatedly, and

the group exchanged bewildered glances. The owner, Zhou, quietly approached the door and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"Police..." someone outside shouted, "Coming for an inspection."

Chaos erupted inside; some were collecting the mahjong tiles, others were moving tables and chairs. Cheng Yuan opened a drawer, collected all his chips, stuffed them into his pocket, and then paced around the room, unsure what to do.

"Are you done yet?" Zhou, the farm owner, whispered by the door. "I'm going to open the door."

"No, I have a criminal record, I can't see the police!" Cheng Yuan replied in a low voice, but his backside, burning with impatience, was restless, his legs pacing around. He was so anxious he almost peed himself.

"Then hurry up and get off the balcony!" someone suggested. "So as not to implicate us."

This was the only way. He opened the French windows and went onto the balcony. Looking down, oh dear! The third floor? How was he supposed to play?

"Open the door quickly... if you don't open it, we're going to break in!" someone shouted from outside.

He had no choice but to go down. Cheng Yuan broke out in a cold sweat again. He spotted a drainpipe on the balcony. Without thinking twice, he climbed over, grabbed it, and started sliding down. He hadn't gone far when he first felt the pipe wobble in his hand, then a cracking sound rang out, and his whole body fell backward.

"When a loser walks down the street, even a mangy dog will bite him," Gao Sen deeply felt this way. He, of course, was unaware of the series of strange events that had recently befallen Cheng Yuan, the loser in Taipei. The loser he considered was his fellow townsman, Ba Anguo, suspected of murder, because the victim had unfortunately been called by God.

This had escalated the case considerably.

Since Gao Sen considered him a loser, he obviously also believed he wasn't the murderer! This sentiment was indeed palpable in his press release, which the director dismissed.

The director thought his starting point was flawed; by presupposing the young man as a fellow townsman, his analysis of the case became biased, failing to meet the most basic principles of journalistic impartiality.

"Revise it before publishing!" the director threw the draft back at him.

Gao Sen didn't insist, and the director's argument wasn't wrong. So, he focused the press release's description of the case's suspicious points on the murder knife.

The knife did indeed have Ba Anguo's clear fingerprints, and it was found in his pocket when he was arrested. The most direct analysis made him undoubtedly the prime suspect; however, according to the investigation, the knife didn't belong to Ba Anguo. So, was it given to him during the fight? Or was it given to him by the person wielding the knife after injuring someone, to frame him? This was the key question.

Gao Sen went to the county police station again and went directly to a detective he knew; this man's surname was Qian, and he was from Pingdi.

"Are there any other fingerprints on the murder knife?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes," Detective Qian said readily, "but it's unclear, we can't find out who it belongs to."

"Anyway, it proves that more than just he touched the knife."

"So what? Does that prove he didn't kill the person?"

"Detective..." Gao Sen feigned a smile, "What I mean is, at least we can't be certain that Ba Anguo killed him."

"Nonsense, of course we know that, and to get to the bottom of the whole case, we need to find the young man who gave him the knife, that is, the owner of the knife." Detective Qian patted Gao Sen and continued, "You, don't get too involved."

He understood what he meant, but still pressed on, "Have you found out who the owner of the knife is?" "

We only know his nickname." Detective Qian frowned, "They call him Tongzai, he's from the north, eighteen or nineteen years old, hasn't joined the army yet, and has a naked woman tattooed on his left arm. That's all we got from him."

“Kids these days…” Gao Sen couldn’t help but sigh.

“Anyone who dares to carry a knife is definitely not a good person. At his age, if it’s his first offense, it’ll be like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“Then Ba’an is in a terrible situation.

” “That’s your fault.” This sentence left Gao Sen completely bewildered.

“Why?”

“You are…” “The sun rises…” “Ah! Why didn’t the big boss teach his people well? You really should be given twenty lashes.”

“Go away! Bosses are useless these days!” He grabbed Detective Qian’s shoulder: “Friend, tell me honestly, did you guys do anything to him?”

“Who?” He pretended to be clueless.

“Ba Anguo.”

“Go!” he retorted, “With that body of his, it’s no wonder someone’s dying if you mess with him. And you dare to fight?”

Gao Sen, at the invitation of Ba Anguo’s father, came to Wutai Village. His family lived on a hillside above the playground of Wutai Elementary School, overlooking the entire school.

More than twenty years ago, he led his younger siblings eight kilometers of mountain path every day to attend school there; back then, the classrooms weren’t the reinforced concrete buildings of today, but many were stone slab houses. The clear reading voices striking the stone slabs seemed to produce a melodious sound, as if traveling through a time tunnel, captivating him even now, more than twenty years later.

“Uru Valley…” someone called him.

Three or five people had already gathered in the small square in front of Tomotaro's house, drinking and discussing. He was invited to sit down and offered a cup of rice wine.

"Have you seen him?"

"I heard the person who was killed is dead. Will he be sentenced to death?"

"Taro's bad luck, having a son late in life and then..."

The group chatted idly about the case, their conversation rambling and aimless. Gao Sen remained silent, simply drinking alone.

"Uruko," came the younger man, a few years older than Gao Sen, whose surname was Li. He paused, then said, "The Rukai tribe hasn't been growing grass for a long time, a very long time." Gao

Sen didn't understand his meaning, so he put down his cup and waited for him to continue.

"Why don't you understand this, little boy? Why?"

Gao Sen noticed a strong glint of alcohol in his eyes—no, more than that. There must be something else hidden behind that glint, which he couldn't immediately discern.

"Brother, let's not talk about this, let's drink." He had no choice but to change the subject, raising his cup to toast him.

"What's the situation now? Please tell us!" Ba Taro asked.

Gao Sen recounted his meeting with Detective Qian in detail and analyzed the entire case. To avoid upsetting the elderly and to give them some hope, he boldly guessed that the murderer wasn't Ba Anguo, but rather the still-at-large scoundrel, Tongzai. Surprisingly,

some people applauded and raised their glasses in celebration.

At this moment, Mrs. Ba came out of the room with a plate of pork belly, placing it in the center of the room to accompany the drinks. She deftly sliced it into pieces with a bamboo knife and distributed them to everyone, while her husband placed a pinch of salt in front of each person.

When Mrs. Ba handed the meat to Gao Sen, her hands trembled, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she collapsed in front of him.

"Yingna, get up, get up quickly..." Gao Sen was so nervous that he spilled his drink and struggled to help her up.

Actually, Mrs. Ba wasn't much older than him, making them a couple with a significant age gap, but since Taro was his elder, he could only address her as "Auntie.

" "You must save my child. Uruko..." she whimpered. "You're the leader, you must save him."

Taro helped her aside and comforted the mother who was about to lose her child in his native tongue. After a long while, the two silently embraced, silently weeping. The

already tense atmosphere became even more solemn. Takamori looked all the way from the school campus to the top of Mount Uru, the swirling mist pulling his thoughts far, far away—to the barefoot children going to school, his younger sister clamoring to be carried, Alan with rosy cheeks sleeping on his uncle's shoulders, his childhood spent catching fish and shrimp in the stream.

Ah! Where have those days of wildflowers and weeds gone? Suddenly, he understood the meaning behind Brother Li's words. He also saw clearly the cunning in his eyes; he had become a petty thief, a typical example.

The very next day, while he was asking Alan to take him to the hospital for a checkup to see if any further injuries had occurred, the family who had suffered the undeserved misfortune were tallying their losses when they inadvertently found several chips in the chicken coop. They were extremely puzzled, and this became a permanent mystery for the family. A

thief who failed had to throw away a few chips—what kind of underworld rule was this? Their confusion was noticed by Cheng Yuan. How many chips had he lost? How should they settle the score with the owner? He racked his brains.

But the doctor couldn't care less about what he was thinking; he was only concerned about the wound on his head. Fortunately, it had only slightly reopened, and the bandages that had just been removed were wrapped back up.

"This is it, everything else is fine." After finishing, the doctor asked curiously, "Brother, what did you do? Why do you smell so strange, like chicken droppings?"

Cheng Yuan couldn't tell the doctor the reason for his second injury; how could he bring that up? He even lied to Alan, saying he'd fallen downstairs after playing mahjong. Back at his place, he couldn't wait to call the owner of the farm, surnamed Zhou. Luckily, he was home and hadn't been taken to the police station.

"Where are the cops?" he asked.

"They're long gone!" Zhou, the owner, said casually. "They came to inspect for a wanted criminal. Damn it, probably a neighbor who's annoyed with me, falsely reporting a wanted criminal here to get the cops to shut down my gambling and embarrass me."

"The cops ignored your place?"

"They said they knew we were playing cards, otherwise why would they take so long to open the door? It's just family mahjong! Nothing special, everyone plays for fun. Then they checked our IDs and that was it! But before leaving, one of the cops asked, 'That's strange, how are the three of us playing mahjong?'"

He heard the other man's sinister laugh, very grating.

"You're still laughing? Fuck your mother! I climbed to the second floor to protect the three of you and fell down, getting all injured." Cheng Yuan lied; he had a purpose.

"Really!" the other party exclaimed in surprise. "We closed the French windows, so we didn't hear anything. But it's a good thing, otherwise the cops would have heard too, and they would have come downstairs to chase you down, wouldn't they? Everyone knows a guilty conscience needs no accuser!"

"You motherfucker." He was too lazy to argue and got to the point. "I'm asking you, how's my winnings going?"

"You won?" The other party was shocked again. "Hey, you fake expert, the game only lasted halfway before it ended. Who did you win from? Damn it, I can't even get my initial bet back, and you still want it!" "

But the chips are still in my hands. They can't deny it. You're the owner, so you have a responsibility to get them back for me." To increase his bargaining power, he added, "Damn it, do you know, while you were talking to me about Donald Duck, I won the Four Winds, the one that fell on the ground, remember? But it didn't count, and I gave someone else a winning hand."

"Damn it..." Zhou, the casino owner, spat again, "Whose fault is it that the cards fell on the ground? It's your 'Big Four Winds' that ruined everyone. What kind of hand is 'Big Four Winds'? It's a once-in-a-lifetime hand. People with bad luck will have bad luck if they win it. It's clearly your bad luck!"

"Alright, alright, my chips...

" "Keep them as souvenirs! If you think it's not enough, I'll give you a whole box."

The other party cut the power. Zhou, who dared to run a casino for high-stakes gambling, was no ordinary person. He had to be able to control both the legal and illegal worlds. As for Cheng Yuan, he couldn't possibly get a share. He might even become a "second-in-command," tipping off the police that Cheng was a master forger of documents and had committed many crimes. Wouldn't that be like trying to steal a chicken and losing a bowl of rice?

This scheme was easy to manipulate; it only took a little thought to calculate it. Ten minutes after hanging up the phone, Cheng Yuan threw the chips into the trash can, vowing never to think about them again. Then, he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and immediately said to Du Youlan, "Let's go to Peach Garden."

He was eager to go to Peach Garden to find the blind bone-reading master, Songmu, hoping to understand the inexplicable fate he had been experiencing. Now, only Songmu could save him from his misfortune.

They arrived late that day without an appointment, so the registration number made him wait for two whole hours before finally seeing the master, much to his delight.

If you are a practicing doctor who can make people wait two hours every day and still have a lot of patience, then you definitely deserve the title of "Master of Healing"; this master's skill is as profound as Songmu's hands, capable of simultaneously feeling the flesh of three women—not their bones.

If you can't, then I advise you not to waste seven years studying medicine. Why not just self-mutilate like Master Songmu and raise three wives and a bunch of kids? It won't cost you a penny!

Upon seeing Master Songmu, Cheng Yuan couldn't help but let out a loud fart, the sound like a cry for help: "Help!" Of course, we are all mortals and wouldn't understand the hidden meaning; Master Songmu, being so extraordinary, immediately frowned upon hearing the fart and blurted out, "You've broken your vow."

Just kidding, after eating beef, he was hospitalized and discharged, then after playing cards, he was hospitalized and discharged again. That's been going on for days! Did that piece of beef stay in his stomach the whole time, turning into a pile of unexpelled feces that smelled like a fart?

It's illogical as it may be, but a master is a master; his words hit the nail on the head. Cheng Yuan almost knelt down, forgetting his head injury, ready to kowtow.

“My problems are beyond repair, Master Songmu, I beg you (please show me the way) to have great compassion and quickly resolve this crisis!”

The “you (please show me the way)” in this passage is not meant to deify Songmu, but rather because Cheng Yuan at this moment already regarded Songmu as a god. Having experienced head injuries, a self-inflicted four-fold win, and even a near-fatal attempt, he was already like a person adrift at sea. So, what else could Songmu be but a piece of driftwood?

“Tell me slowly.” Songmu turned his ear towards him again, ready to listen.

Cheng Yuan recounted this experience in a captivating way, like a storyteller. If someone on Channel 4 overheard this, they might invite him to their show! This was an extraordinary situation, nothing ordinary, nothing rare. Master Songmu withdrew his ear, beckoned him to come closer.

Cheng Yuan walked up to him and was pressed down onto a small stool by his assistant. Master Songmu then used both hands to thoroughly examine Cheng Yuan's forehead, back of the head, shoulder blades, chest, back, waist, and pelvis, as if performing a full-body checkup. Afterward, Master Songmu turned to face the altar, received three incense sticks from his apprentice, offered them a devout prayer, and then pondered for a long time before returning to his throne.

"You have a friend waiting outside, don't you?" Master Songmu's question immediately confirmed the diagnosis.

"Yes, yes," Cheng Yuan quickly replied.

"Is it a foreign woman?"

He was even more surprised, turning to look at Master Songmu's apprentices, all of whom were expressionless, and could only offer a perfunctory reply.

"Justice, justice..." Master Songmu sighed, his white eyes fixed on the ceiling, all white, as if the whole case was about to be revealed.

“Master…”

“Your past lives, three lifetimes ago…” He sighed and continued, “In your three previous lives, you were a Japanese soldier, and she was a foreign princess. You met in the central mountains when you were both young. You secretly loved her, but she was already engaged to a chieftain, and foreigners don’t like Japanese men. You were unwilling to accept this, and one night, when the foreigner was drunk from drinking and singing, you and your colleagues forcibly took her away and raped her in a workers’ shed. The next day, after she learned of this, she jumped off a cliff and committed suicide.”

“And what about me?” Cheng Yuan’s mouth went dry.

"The foreigners suspected the cause of his death, but lacking evidence, they couldn't deal with you. Your superior, fearing you'd incur the wrath of Daishi, quickly transferred you back to Japan. His spirit couldn't cross the sea to settle scores with you, which is why you died peacefully."

"And now?"

"He's been searching for you for three lifetimes, and now he's finally found you."

My goodness! Cheng Yuan told such a good story, why didn't Songmu reciprocate? This is truly an eye for an eye!

“No wonder.” He quickly recalled their time together: “I felt increasingly uneasy; all sorts of strange things happened when I was with her.”

“But you can’t separate from her for now.”

“Why? What if she strangles me while I’m asleep?”

“No.” Master Songmu said decisively: “She doesn’t know about your past life’s grievances; you can use her to resolve the grudges from your past life.”

“How can I use her? What if it doesn’t work and I die a horrible death?”

"Don't worry, I'm here." Songmu's ears twitched. "Hiding won't solve anything; she'll find you eventually. You might as well stick with her. Remember, I'll give you a talisman for half a month. Every night before you sleep, give her a cup of talisman water so she won't see your past life in her dreams and will forget her hatred. Keep a picture of her with you, bow to her three times a day, apologize for your rudeness, and ask for her forgiveness. That way, she won't bring you bad luck."

"That's easy, I can do it."

"Yes, she will." Master Songmu spoke with great enthusiasm: "During intercourse, you mustn't touch her left breast or heart area, as this will cause her to harbor hatred and bring you misfortune."

10 Master Songmu really knows how to "make things up," and I have the same skill, only with different motivations. So he makes a fortune as a fortune teller, while I have to be a poor writer advising people against superstition.

Cheng Yuan hadn't read my novel, which made him incredibly superstitious. Before leaving, he asked, "Can I break my abstinence from beef?"

The master just smiled and said something profound: "Does your head hurt?"

Cheng Yuan's head was still throbbing, but could he eat beef or not?

Far away in Wutai Township, Pingtung, Gao Sen had just woken up, his head also throbbing. The power of the old rice wine—the Tobacco Monopoly Bureau truly deserves credit for the party-state.

It was almost dusk when he passed out drunk in the square in front of Ba Taro's house. He sat up and found that more and more people had gathered around the stone table, men and women from the village. Just as he stood up, a delicate hand, seemingly holding a glass of wine, reached out to him, bringing him back to his senses. It was Yan Ruyu's

. "What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.

"This is my home!" she replied.

Right, he'd really been drunk. She was from Lutai Village, so she was practically the owner, but she only returned during festivals and celebrations because she worked on the plains. Clearly, someone had tipped her off.

"You're very famous now," Yan Ruyu continued. "Everyone in the village knows that only you could save Ba'an Kingdom."

"Saying that is bad for me, you know?" he smiled bitterly. "I'm just a reporter. If he really killed someone, even if I were the judge, I couldn't do anything."

"They say, at least you taught the police not to beat him," she said, fanning herself beside him.

He knew she was swatting mosquitoes for him, starting at dusk; no wonder he hadn't been bitten while he was drunk. He wanted to express his gratitude but couldn't.

"Uruko," Bataro called out to him from the crowd, "Cheers again when you're awake."

He was about to raise his glass when Yan Ruyu spoke up, muttering in Rukai's native tongue to Bataro, telling him not to drink with Gao Sen anymore.

"Are you his wife? Or his girlfriend?" Bataro, also quite drunk, joked, not even sparing the younger generation: "If he's getting married, why didn't he invite me to the wedding?"

The crowd burst into laughter, joining in the teasing.

"They got on the bus first and bought the ticket later!"

"Don't get married, just sleep with them. Marriage is useless."

"Tonight I want to make love."

Gao Sen, exasperated by their commotion, picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "Seniors of Wutai, on behalf of Yinulang (going to Lu), I toast you, wishing you a long and healthy life." "

A long and healthy life? I don't understand."

"Yinulang going to find our Wutai village girls? That's not allowed!"

"Urugu, three cups are needed to pass."

It was the brother surnamed Li who had mentioned at the beginning of this drinking session that "the Rukai tribe hasn't been out of the wild for a long time," who stepped in to help him out, saying, "The mountain road is long, he still has to go down the mountain tonight!"

“It’s alright.” Gao Sen patted his shoulder and continued addressing the crowd, “I’ll drink three cups, please forgive me.”

He drank cup after cup, and by the third cup, he was practically catching rabbits.

“Forgive what? Uruko needs to explain himself.” Someone shouted again.

“Alright! Don’t go too far.” Ba Taro, knowing his condition, stepped in to help him out.

Gao Sen was thoroughly drunk, and as soon as he sat down, he felt a headache coming on. He said to Yan Ruyu beside him, “Why did you come?”

“For you.” Ruyu answered simply.

“No, you mustn’t…” he said painfully, “We’ll never have a future.”

“Ulugu, my body already belongs to you…”

“Why? Why won’t you let me go?”

“Ulugu, you’re drunk. Malay humor (Du Youlan) won’t be coming back.”

“Why won’t you let me go?” Gao Sen repeated again in an almost sobbing tone.

“Urugu,” Ruyu said to him with absolute certainty, “Duaraigai, Gelayi Wuabachai, Gaigalulangen (I will marry no one but you in this life).”

Gao Sen was driven down the mountain by Yan Ruyu on her motorcycle. After crossing several mountain ridges, passing Yila, and crossing the bridge spanning the Ailiao River, he woke up. He moved his hands directly up from behind her, clasped them together, and grasped her breasts, resting his head on her back, shouting, “Stop! Stop!”

She stopped. He quickly got off the motorcycle and ran to the grassy side, vomiting incessantly. She also rushed over, patting his back and rubbing his chest.

“It’s okay, it’s alright,” he said, looking up at the sky.

“You drank too fast.”

“Don’t worry about me, let’s go!”

“No.” She seemed even stronger in this desolate wilderness: “I want to take care of you.”

“Forever?” he asked.

“Forever,” she answered.

“Very good.” He staggered to an abandoned shack, unzipped his pants, and urinated.

“Uruko, do you remember what I just said?” she asked, following him.

“I remember.” He stumbled and fell to the ground.

She tried to help him up, but he pulled her down, their bodies entangled.

“Ruyu, I want you.” Gao Sen said under the bright moonlight, but his hands roamed freely over her body.

“I will marry no one but you in this life.” she murmured again.

“I heard you.” He said as he unbuttoned her blouse.

Yan Ruyu continued to murmur, letting his hands slip inside her bra, roaming over her breasts.

Gao Sen had been lying on his side beside her, caressing her breasts. A moment later, he suddenly rolled onto her body and kissed her lips; she responded passionately, her tongue probing into his mouth, almost reaching his throat.

He sucked on her saliva, finding it like nectar, bringing him immense pleasure. His throat, parched from the alcohol, seemed completely soothed, and he felt much more awake. He became even more excited, withdrawing his tongue and moving his head down to capture her firm nipple, licking it in circles.

"Mmm...ah..." she murmured softly, feeling light appear. Opening her eyes, she saw a motorcycle approaching from afar.

She held his head tightly until the motorcycle passed her before she cried out again.

"Uru Valley...I will marry no one but you in this life...don't stop, don't..." She arched her lower body high, pressing against his genitals. The contact with his hardness aroused her further, and she began to rub against him.

He was abruptly awakened by the scent of her breasts, his lower body rubbing so hard it was almost bursting through his pants. He had no choice but to abandon the nipple and move lower, kissing her vulva through her skirt. The harder he pressed, the louder her moans grew, her pelvis arching to its limit, the line of her genitals clearly visible through her outer skirt.

He used his mouth to lift her skirt, then bit the elastic band of her panties with his teeth; she cooperated readily, the panties slipping down one leg without resistance. Impatiently, he kissed her vulva directly.

"Mmm... your beard, your beard... it hurts..."

Gao Sen's unkempt beard, unshaven for days, had its effect, causing her lower body to sway restlessly, but the more she swayed, the more her vaginal fluid flowed, clearly she was in a state of both pain and pleasure. This made him even more unrestrained, his tongue probing deep inside, churning and swirling within, causing her to scream for mercy, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain.

After her legs went weak for a moment, she suddenly clamped her head between her legs, flipped herself over, and became the one on top. Then she sat up, reversed her position, quickly unbuckled his belt, reached out and grasped his erect penis, and began to shake it.

He was not to be outdone, reaching up with both hands to squeeze and knead her breasts. After a while of this struggle, she could no longer endure it, turned around, straddled his waist, and slid in without using her hands to guide her. As soon as she began to thrust, the squelching sounds rang out unrestrainedly in the open field.

"Touch my grandma... Brother, quickly strangle it, strangle it..." she cried out incoherently. Only Yue Niang could hear her except him.

He obeyed the command, no, he went even further, he tilted his upper body back and bit one of her breasts, while his lower body cooperated by thrusting upwards; no, he went even further, his hands also wrapped around her waist, tightly squeezing her buttocks. This move benefited her breasts, genitals, and buttocks, leaving her almost exhausted from the intense pleasure, and she collapsed onto his chest.

He thrust for a while, but unable to exert much strength, he rolled her on the grass, positioning himself in the correct position. He grabbed her feet and pushed them apart, widening her vulva to meet his gaze. Then he gently swayed his hips, letting her slowly absorb the sensation. After about a hundred thrusts, he switched to a fierce attack. When their bodies met, it was almost like the clang of metal on metal, sparks flying. Due to the excessive force, her body slid forward.

Just as she was about to reach the edge of the ditch, she knew she was about to finish. Taking advantage of the final surge, she clenched her vagina tightly, feeling a rush of hot fluid enter her, and her labia parted wide.

Chapter 3 of Love's Wild Flower: Revisiting Wutou Mountain (Part 1) "In this life, I will marry no one but you." For these words, Gao Sen finally agreed to the engagement. He could no longer dream of divine union with Yan Ruyu, or of the unattainable, life-or-death Du Youlan. So, after discussing it with his family, his parents personally went to Wutai Village to propose marriage. On

the morning of the proposal, Du Youlan woke up groggily in Banqiao, Taipei. Looking at the slanting sunlight streaming into the room, she suddenly felt a dull ache in her heart, as if struck by that sunlight. She had a strange, life-or-death feeling, as if she knew she had an incurable disease and would soon die; and suddenly, she longed for her hometown.

Mount Wutou, would you please disperse the mist and see this lost child?

She glanced at him and noticed Cheng Yuan wasn't sleeping beside her. Curious, she stepped out of the bedroom and immediately saw him sitting energetically in the living room; though energetic, his eyes were swollen with dark circles, and seeing the complete amphetamine paraphernalia on the teacup, it wasn't surprising.

"Didn't sleep all night?" She went into the bathroom to wash before his reply.

In fact, Cheng Yuan hadn't slept a wink all night. Ever since that old blind man, Master Songmu, fabricated that bizarre, mysterious, and incredibly exciting story, he'd had a hard time sleeping; especially next to Alan.

No matter how absurd the old blind man's story was, it resonated with me in one way. At the beginning of this novel, I described Cheng Yuan's attempt to assault Alan; Alan refused, but he forced himself on her, his fingers probing her private parts like Japanese warlords freely "entering and exiting" Chinese soil—his fingers could be called "little Japanese."

When Songmu claimed to have been a Japanese soldier in his three previous lives, it was truly a lucky coincidence, making it impossible not to believe his experience and expertise in this area.

Cheng Yuan was terrified. He never imagined that the foreign woman he had once slaughtered and slashed was actually his enemy from three lifetimes ago, and that she had come to take revenge on him. Before this, he had suspected that the foreign woman and the old blind man might have conspired to harm him, preventing him from doing anything to her in the future. But upon careful consideration, he realized that the foreign woman could not possibly have such a mind.

How could he doubt Master Songmu's powerful magic? He had spent two sleepless nights like this and could not continue, or he would die! He had to follow Master Songmu's prescription and worship her.

Du Youlan came out of the restroom and sat down opposite him. She slowly spoke, hesitant at first, then a little timid: "I want to go back to Pingtung for a visit, is that alright?"

He looked up, staring at her with his dark circles under his eyes, and said very slowly, "Go ahead!"

She was startled. She had expected him to be violent upon hearing this request, and she had prepared her defenses. But he agreed so readily. Was he up to something again?

She tentatively added, "If you're worried, you can come back with me." This meant that if he was afraid she wouldn't return, he could at least keep an eye on her!

Cheng Yuan waved his hand impatiently and said, "Coming and going is all fate."

What did that mean? She was even more confused.

Du Youlan noticed that he seemed completely different after returning from Taoyuan. Several things immediately came to mind: First, he hadn't slept with her, or even closed his eyes, relying entirely on radio to pass the night, and using amphetamines to induce sleep. Second, his sexual ability was drastically different; he hadn't touched her for the past two days, not even glancing at her body. Third, he suddenly started making her a cup of milk every night, claiming it was to nourish her, but he always did it furtively in the kitchen. Fourth, he used to completely control her movements, ensuring she never strayed far from him, but now he seemed to have taken pity on her.

Du Youlan couldn't believe that he was afraid to sleep for fear her vengeful spirit from three lifetimes would possess him in the middle of the night and behead him; that he was holding back from making love to her, afraid that a moment of excitement might touch her left breast and trigger her memories of three lifetimes; and that making milk was a convenient way to cast a spell to make her forget the tragedy.

As for letting her return to Pingtung, that was even more ridiculous. Now he so wished she would never look back, that they would say goodbye and go their separate ways; but Master Songmu had said that nothing could be forced or avoided, only left to fate.

"Then, then I'll go pack my bags."

He waved goodbye.

Alan, of course, didn't delve into the reasons behind it all. She thought her man had changed, returning to the refined, gentle, and understanding man she had first met. Thankfully, heaven had eyes and hadn't let her suffer any longer; in her excitement, she felt like crying while packing. As she walked out of the bedroom with her luggage, she saw ten thousand yuan on the table, and her eyes welled up with tears. She put away the money and was about to leave when Cheng Yuan called out to her from behind.

"Do you have a photo?"

"Why?"

"Leave one for me. I... I'm afraid I'll miss you."

At this moment, her tears truly fell.

As soon as Du Youlan left, Cheng Yuan immediately placed her photo on the television, went out to buy incense sticks and gold and silver foil, then respectfully lit incense and bowed three times. He then carefully burned the paper money one by one on the balcony, chanting,

"Indigenous lady, no, princess, I'm sorry... How the hell did I know I was Japanese in my past lives? Actually, I hate the Japanese devils the most. They slaughtered Chinese people before the war, and after the war, they drastically reduced the New Taiwan Dollar. They made a fortune from things like Japanese comics... I've become Chinese in this life, which is retribution. We should be even, right?

Please don't look for me anymore, okay? I beg you." After

the paper money finished burning, a sudden gust of wind arose, and the ashes swirled in the small balcony, still somewhat frightening even in broad daylight. Cheng Yuan felt the wound on the back of his head throb and ache again. A wave of dizziness followed, and he felt a chill, as if the whole room was permeated with cold air. He dared not stay inside any longer and hurried downstairs.

He wandered around the neighborhood for a while, and unconsciously found himself in the small park where Alan usually sat alone. He sat on her usual bench, lit a cigarette like her, and watched the passersby, intending to toss his cigarette butts on the ground. But the passersby weren't entirely unrelated; there was always a tiny chance of bumping into someone he knew. I believe that in a state of mental confusion, certain tiny chances can occur, such as seeing strange phenomena.

Cheng Yuan didn't see anything unusual, but he did see a familiar face. It was Donald Duck, the habitual car thief wanted by the underworld, getting out of a taxi.

"Old Donald…" Cheng Yuan roared, "Finally caught him!" He rushed across the street and grabbed him, but the man showed no sign of running away.

"When you're down on your luck, you run into ghosts everywhere." Old Tang shook his head and said, "Don't yell like that, don't you know I'm on the run?"

"Damn it, I'm looking for you, you old bastard!" He perked up again: "You've been giving me a hard time lately. Look at my head, it's still bandaged up like this, I can't go anywhere, I'm stuck at home all day hatching eggs. And, that failed hand of the East Wind with a self-drawn four of a kind, that's all your fault too."

"Hey, hey. I didn't smash your head, what does it

have to do with me? I ran away first that day because I was afraid the cops would come and cause trouble." "Wasn't I afraid? What if I got chopped up?"

"That's why before I left, I specifically told your woman to take you to the hospital quickly! That's all a friend can do." He crossed the street and headed towards the park: "Don't stay on the main road, I'll be in big trouble if I run into another acquaintance!"

"Hey!" He caught up with him, saying, "So your explanation settles all our scores?"

"That's exactly right! What grudge do we have? Come to think of it, you're the one who wronged me, not getting that wheel out of the country sooner, causing me to end up like this." He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, you said you didn't win with a big hand, what happened?"

"Don't mention it." Cheng Yuan waved his hand: "Luckily I didn't help you get rid of your leg, I saved you and myself! Think about it, if that wheel had really been taken abroad, you'd be dead, and I'd be dead too."

"So what if I didn't get it out? So what if I gave it back? He'd still want to get me, spreading rumors that he wanted one of my hands, damn it! Is there no code of honor left? I might as well sell it abroad, make some money off him so I can run away, I'm going to die anyway."

"I heard about that. So how did you end up here?"

"Sigh!" Old Tang sighed, his face scrunched up like a Shar-Pei's. "I've spent my whole life on the streets, and I've only ever been wanted by the cops. Hiding from the cops is easy, hiding from my brothers is hard! Damn it, that guy's a die-hard, and he's got a lot of influence. He's determined to kill me, and I heard he even has a bounty on my head! Even the person who tipped me off gets a reward, so I just have to try to hide in places where my brothers don't frequent."

"Where in Taiwan are there no brothers?" Cheng Yuan's speech had become increasingly sophisticated lately.

"That's why I keep moving around!"

The injury to the back of Cheng Yuan's head didn't hinder his flashes of inspiration; he had another new idea.

“We’re brothers, after all,” he patted Old Tang on the shoulder. “We can’t just stand by and watch him die. I think you should come and hide at my kiln for a while!”

“You don’t want the reward, do you?”

“Go to hell, what do you take me for?”

As the two shady partners stealthily returned to their lodgings, Gao Sen’s marriage proposal party, over 400 kilometers away, had already arrived in Wutai Village and disembarked in front of Wutai Elementary School.

Yan Ruyu’s family had already made preparations, decorating with bundles of millet, sugarcane, peanut balls, red cloth, and flower baskets in a traditional style. Hearing the sound of firecrackers, the gathered crowd immediately came out of their houses to peek inside. Almost all the villagers participating in the engagement ceremony were dressed in brightly colored traditional costumes, making even the blooming wildflowers pale in comparison.

Gao Sen and his entourage brought several ancient jars, fresh flowers, wine, traditional food, and a whole pig as betrothal gifts. The leader wore a crown adorned with three wild lilies, a beaded necklace, a robe embroidered with a hundred-pace snake, a hunting knife at his waist, and flower-patterned leggings. He looked every bit the leader, making the villagers grin from ear to ear. They kept saying that Ru Yu was lucky to marry into the leader's family, and to be such a handsome man at that.

Upon entering the Yan family home, the small living room was suddenly packed with people, making it difficult to even turn around. The hosts were forced to ask some unnecessary relatives and friends to leave, making room for the engagement ceremony. The traditional Rukai engagement ceremony has also changed with the times, becoming almost entirely Sinicized, resulting in a somewhat comical scene.

The bride-to-be, Yan Ruyu, made her entrance to a cheer. She wore a floral crown, her slender and graceful body draped in a light green robe, over which she wore a beaded floral dress; her head was bowed, making her incredibly endearing; her large, bright eyes, full of smiles, stole glances at her fiancé. That slight shyness made her beautiful from every angle.

The couple was led to a long table already set up outdoors, where they stood opposite their parents across the table. Then, the village head, the national representative, and other political figures took turns giving speeches, which were long and tedious.

This was largely a copy of the Han Chinese tradition, using high-ranking officials to create a grand spectacle; the speeches were eloquent, but the audience remained noisy. Even though the speaker was extremely dissatisfied, he still reveled in a kind of self-satisfying pleasure; this self-satisfaction was different from the usual kind, as many people openly watched and ridiculed him.

Besides the formalities, the most important thing, of course, was the wedding feast. A group of women from the neighborhood worked tirelessly, sweating profusely, preparing all sorts of traditional mountain delicacies, such as flying squirrel soup, monkey meat sausage, and "Abai" (millet wrapped meat), etc. The whole village mobilized to eat and drink to their hearts' content, and some people were still there even into the night.

Du Youlan, returning home from Banqiao, took a train, then a bus to Sandimen, and finally a rickshaw up the mountain. By then, it was completely dark. The winding mountain road went up and down, turning left and right, just like her arduous homesickness; every blade of grass and every tree here was familiar to her, but after all these years, it seemed to have become alienated from her, showing no welcome, even hiding its face, unwilling to see her.

She wept again, for her hometown.

After a sharp turn, she knew she had arrived at Wutai Village, but noticed an unusual crowd lining the streets. A sense of unease crept in, and her eyelids twitched.

"Wait a minute, driver," she called out.

After the driver stopped the car, she rolled down the window and asked a passerby in Rukai, "What are you celebrating today?"

"An engagement! Someone's getting engaged, going to Lu and Wutai," he replied.

Going to Lu Village? Who could it be? She was even more curious.

"Who?"

"Gao Sen, the leader of Dali Alai (chieftain), is marrying Yan Ruyu from Wutai."

Du Youlan stood frozen in the car for a long time before finally telling the driver, "Drive." But after driving about 500 meters, she called out again, "Stop the car."

"Miss, do you really want to go to Lu or not?" the driver asked impatiently.

"I'll get off here," she said absentmindedly. "Consider it payment for the trip."

The driver took the money, turned around, and drove off, leaving her alone in the dark mountains, looking down at Wutai Village.

Suddenly, she didn't want to cry anymore; she wanted to return to her hometown.

During her days of wandering, in the most difficult times, the first thing she thought of was Wutai Mountain above her, and secondly, undeniably, her first love, Gao Sen. After the most difficult period, she returned home in disguise. Although she didn't see Wutai Mountain, she knew for sure that it stood there safely, overlooking its people. Returning home in disguise, she learned of her first love's whereabouts on the day of his engagement—how could she bear it?

Du Youlan slowly walked down the mountain, returning to Wutai Village. In front of Wutai Elementary School, she was recognized by the villagers.

“Is that Malay Humor?” An elder who had come to Lu Village recognized her under the streetlights. “It really is Malay Humor, child, you haven’t been back for a long time.”

“Yingna…” she could only call out to her.

“Ulukok is getting engaged today. Come on, come with me to the Yan family home.”

“No, I want to go down the mountain…”

“No, come with me!”

The woman took her hand and kissed it repeatedly, showing her longing for her, then led her forward. Just as they were approaching Yan Ruyu’s house, they bumped into each other.

“Alan?” Everyone could see the surprise on Ruyu’s face.

“It’s me, it really is me, Ruyu,” she whispered.

“Good classmate.” She stepped forward and hugged her. “Gao Yun is at my house, let’s all get together!”

Ru Yu deliberately avoided talking about her engagement to Gao Sen today, instead steer the conversation towards Gao Sen’s sister, Gao Yun. You Lan understood perfectly well.

“I have something to do.” A Lan patted the back of her hand and said, “Say sorry to A Yun, I have to go.”

“Going back to Yi Nu Lang?” she asked.

“No, I’m going back to Taipei.” You Lan lied.

“I’ll see you off.” Ru Yu took her arm and walked towards the road.

“Congratulations.” she said.

“What?”

“I congratulate you on marrying a good husband.”

“You know?” Ru Yu’s arm trembled slightly; You Lan had already noticed.

“Hmm.” Her eyes were filled with tears. “Someone told me.”

“Malay humor, I wish you well too,” Ruyu said swiftly.

Reaching the roadside, Du Youlan pulled her arm away, took out three thousand yuan from her purse, and stuffed it into Ruyu's hand, saying, “My good classmate, may you grow old together.”

Their hands held the banknotes, silent for a moment, before Ruyu seemed to remember something and asked, “How are you getting down the mountain?”

This question stumped Alan. Getting down the mountain at night was almost impossible unless someone she knew gave her a ride.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone,” Ruyu said, running into the nearby crowd to ask. A moment later, she returned with a young man.

“Excuse me, Malay humor, he’s about to go down the mountain, but he’s riding a motorcycle. Would you like to ride with him?” Ruyu said.

The day after Gao Shangsen's drunken night at Wen Ding, he was awakened by Ba Taro from Wutai Village.

"Urugo, get up quickly! My son sent someone saying he urgently needs to see you."

He turned over twice before waking from his dream, and upon seeing Ba Taro, he tried to fall back down, but was pulled back.

"Urugo, Gao Sen, wake up..." Ba Taro called out.

"Ba'an Kingdom is looking for me, isn't it? I know," he mumbled in his sleep.

"Urugo, Dali Alai (chieftain), I beg you, save my son," Ba Taro pleaded repeatedly.

Now, in Ulugu—no, Gao Sen—he arrived at the Pingtung County Police Station in Pingtung District. Just as he was about to enter, he saw a woman walking out. She was wearing sunglasses and looked familiar. His head followed her as she turned, and the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed. He couldn't help but call out, "Malay Humor?"

The woman stopped, but didn't turn around. She tossed her hair and walked out of the station with her head held high. Gao Sen paused for a moment, then chased after her, only to see her get into a taxi and drive away. It seemed she even turned back and opened the rear window to glance at him. This was strange. He scratched his head, feeling a little more sober from his hangover.

In the detention cell, he met Ba Anguo.

"Brother Gao!" he exclaimed, as if seeing a savior, his arm reaching out over the bars. "They said I'm going to be prosecuted. What does that mean?"

He extended a hand and shook it firmly.

"That's unlikely!" he explained. "If the prosecutor were to indict you, it would mean he already has enough evidence to prove you're the suspect. It seems improbable that the case has progressed to this point."

"But they said..."

"Who are they?"

"Detectives!"

Gao Sen had no choice but to approach the detective who had been extorting money again. He was chatting with his colleagues in the third team.

"Old Qian, are you scaring the kids again?" he asked bluntly. "Has he been charged?"

The detective smiled strangely and said, "It's just a method of investigation. Are you going to interfere?"

"Sir, I wouldn't dare." He was quite perceptive, and seeing the atmosphere was good, he joked, "But you scared him, and you scared me too."

"We're under pressure too, Prince!" Detective Qian immediately retorted. "The murderer can't be found, and the victim's family is threatening to call in a public representative."

"To make glutinous rice balls?" he said disdainfully.

To be honest, what Detective Qian said was irrefutable. Heaven knows how much pressure the police are under.

Detective Qian's tone softened a bit, and he said with some self-reflection, "If we solve the case, everyone benefits; if we don't, everyone suffers."

Gao Sen knew how hard they worked and felt a little sorry for him, so he put his hand on Qian's shoulder and said, "How about coming up the mountain for a good drink tonight? I got engaged last night."

"Damn it, no sincerity, only saying it now," Detective Qian said, putting his arm around

Gao Sen in return. At this moment, an indigenous detective walked over and said to Gao Sen, "Ulu Valley, my cousin came to see me this morning, didn't you see her?"

"Who is your cousin?" he asked.

"Malay humor!" he replied. "Du Youlan from your village, a girl from the same village!"

Cheng Yuan led Donald Duck to his place. As soon as Old Tang entered, he saw a picture of Du Youlan on the television and immediately teased him, "Who would have thought our fake immortal is actually a love saint? The woman went back to visit relatives, so he uses a photo to soothe his longing, haha!"

"Damn you, Old Tang, stop teasing me." He put the photo away. "Remember this well, I'm your benefactor. If even I won't take you in, then you can expect to be hacked to pieces!"

"Yes, yes, my great benefactor..." Old Tang forced a weak smile. "Then where will I sleep?"

Cheng Yuan led him to a spare guest room, piled with some odds and ends.

"Go buy a mattress outside and make do! In this critical moment, we must simplify things."

Actually, Cheng Yuan's reason for taking him in wasn't out of kindness. If he couldn't even see that, then all those years of writing novels and observing human nature would have been for nothing. He took Old Tang in to prevent the ghost of Alan III from seeking revenge. With the two of them huddled in this room, there was no guarantee that strange things wouldn't happen. With Old Tang there, at least there was an extra layer of protection, and it also increased the human presence in the room; he figured the ghost wouldn't dare do anything. This was his plan, easily executed.

After Old Tang had inspected the room, the phone rang.

"Who is it?" Cheng Yuan asked, even more nervous than him.

"My apprentice."

"How do you know?"

"Of course there's a code." Old Tang gave him a strange look: "At this critical juncture, it's already been switched from light to covert."

He called back, humming and hawing, and after hanging up, he said to Cheng Yuan with a troubled expression: "It's my apprentice! It really is him."

"Spit it out." Cheng Yuan was quite good at reading people.

"My apprentice... he's quite pitiful..." Old Tang stammered: "After what happened, I couldn't take care of them anymore, they went their separate ways. I don't know about the others, but this little apprentice doesn't even have a place to stay..."

"Old man, don't even think about it..." He understood what he meant.

"If you're going to help someone, you can just have one more." Old Tang pleaded.

"No, you're going too far."

"If, really, there's just one more." He begged: "Please be magnanimous, just treat him as a little brother who came to help you, he can run errands for you!"

He hesitated, his firm resolve wavering again.

Old Tang, seizing the opportunity, pressed on, saying, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, he can take care of you!"

"Just this one! Don't blame me for being heartless, I won't take in any more." He finally relented.

Donald Duck's apprentice arrived, treating Cheng Yuan with utmost respect, calling him "Brother Cheng Yuan" and "Tongzai is here," as if he were his benefactor. Clearly, Old Tang had instructed him beforehand.

"You charlatan, I'm not exaggerating!" Old Tang winked at him knowingly. "Just call him Tongzai. Just give him any orders, big or small. Treat him like your own little brother, even if it kills him."

"Clean the guest room first," Cheng Yuan gave his first order.

The young man immediately took off his shirt and began to move things around as instructed. In no time, he had cleaned the guest room thoroughly. Then, drenched in sweat, he stood before Cheng Yuan and asked, "Brother Cheng, is there anything else? Should I clean your room too?"

"Take a rest!" Cheng Yuan looked at the young man's still quite robust physique and asked, "The nude woman tattooed on your left arm is quite nice, very detailed. Where did you get it?"

"In an alley in Ximending," Tongzai said obsequiously. "Brother Cheng, are you interested? I'll take you there another day."

"His woman isn't around, but he's drooling over your tattoo," Old Tang joked. "Watch out for your arm; he might fuck it tonight."

"Fuck your old ass, talking nonsense! I'll tear your rotten mouth off!" Cheng Yuan spat.

"Tearing my mouth off is fine, but don't be like those gangsters who want to chop off my hand; I need it to make a living!" He waved his hand.

“Master,” Tongzai interjected, “You shouldn’t have brought it up, we’re practically living off our savings!”

“Nonsense, do you need to remind me?” Old Tang slapped him on the back of the head. “The situation is tense right now, we can’t move. We’ll have to go out and make some moves soon, otherwise our savings will be gone.”

“Living with Brother Cheng is even more convenient. Once we get the goods, we can immediately get the legs. Won’t that sell even faster?” Tongzai

said, full of cleverness. The saying goes, “Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang,” so these three thieves are better than ten Zhuge Liangs, and their place is a veritable den of thieves.

Gao Sen is engaged, and his sister Gao Yun is starting to get anxious. She comes to Luo Heping’s billiards room to discuss the matter secretly.

"Alright!" He Ping called out to the teenagers engrossed in billiards, "Lunch break is over, everyone disperse, come back this afternoon."

"Billiards has a lunch break? You're kidding." one of the youths said.

"Brother Luo wants that...that!" another replied, making a face.

"I'm the boss, when I say lunch break, it's lunch break." He deliberately put on a fierce look: "This round is free, hurry up and go!"

The kids flicked their cue sticks and all disappeared.

"My little sister, I'm so thirsty!" He Ping, before even closing the shop door, became impatient, grabbing her and groping her wildly, saying, "I've been waiting for you to quench my thirst!"

"We haven't done the important business yet, so..." she deliberately dodged.

"That's the important business!" He quickly pulled off her shirt, only then realizing the door wasn't closed: "You go inside first, I'll close it."

After the iron gate slammed shut, Luo Heping rushed into the bedroom and found her already naked. Overjoyed, he quickly took off his own clothes and pounced on her.

"You know what? Alan's back... um..." Gao Yun closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands roaming over her breasts.

"Alan? Who saw her?" he said, biting her nipple.

She let out a soft cry as a burning sensation spread from her nipple.

"My older brother... almost ran into her... at the police station. He called to ask if Alan had come to see me... I said no. He thought, thought Yan Ruyu must have seen her... oh, brother, it hurts, it hurts... I called Ruyu, and she said she hadn't seen Alan..."

"Forget about Alan now, I only care about your little hole."

Luo Heping shifted his focus. He reached his hands under her buttocks, grasped her buttocks, and lifted them upwards. His tongue, like a snake, darted inside. A torrent of nectar greeted him, flooding his mouth.

"Good brother, I feel so good... go in again, go in again..." she whispered, her lips slightly parted. One hand reached into her vagina, her fingers joining the fun, playing with her labia.

His mouth was already pressed tightly against her vulva, and he inserted two of her fingers, his tongue swirling and swirling excitedly inside, sometimes even sucking on her fingers. Stimulated, her vaginal fluids overflowed, flowing endlessly into his mouth, truly quenching his thirst.

"I can't take it anymore, hurry, come in..." she murmured, and began to move.

She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to straighten his body, then grasped his penis and shoved it into her vagina, sliding in easily. The moment it entered, her whole body jolted with excitement, she hugged his head, and automatically rocked her hips, making his penis move inside her.

Not content to be passive, he sucked on her nipple, his lower body responding to her movements with powerful thrusts; bodies pressed together, sweat mingling, they were completely intertwined.

She exerted a lot in this position and felt tired, so she rolled over onto her stomach, exposing her anus to him. He didn't rush in, first bending down to suckle her full buttocks, revealing bruises, then he lifted her buttocks and aimed at her anus, inserting his tongue.

This touch sent a surge of intense pleasure through her, and she involuntarily began to sway, moaning and groaning.

He knew she was enjoying the new sensation, so he switched to using his fingers to poke inside, causing her to grip the pillow tightly with both hands—a little painful, but mostly pleasurable. He then inserted his thumb into her vagina, pinching and squeezing with both fingers until she begged for mercy.

"I'm coming, my dear sister."

He raised his penis and reigned over her again, his hips thrusting forward, rubbing against her buttocks, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine. She, in turn, arched her buttocks high and thrust backward, determined to reach her clitoris. After nearly a hundred rounds of this, he could no longer bear it, enduring the pain with a pained expression.

"Finally, let me have it, okay?" she asked for his permission.

He dismounted and lay back opposite her. She rolled over and straddled him again, supporting herself on his legs with her hands, her legs bent, her body swaying slightly backward. He glanced ahead and saw his penis moving inside her vagina, which excited him even more. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and moved them in rhythm with his movements. He felt as if his glans was penetrating deep into her uterus, experiencing ecstasy.

"Sister, I'm going to come, I'm going to..."

"Okay, throw it inside... throw it inside my hole." She cried out, "I'll count to three, okay? Let's go together..."

"Hurry, hurry, I can't take it anymore..."

"One, two, three..."

she shouted, and sat down heavily, pressing his penis tightly against her, letting his semen completely shoot into her anus. February 7th

. Gao Sen was nearly frantic. He had called everyone who knew Du Youlan, asking about her whereabouts. Almost everyone replied that they hadn't seen her for years.

Could it be that Alan only visited her cousin, a policeman, when she returned home? He refused to believe it. But there was one person he hadn't asked: his fiancée, Yan Ruyu. His younger sister, Gao Jing, being a busybody, immediately informed Ruyu after receiving her brother's inquiry.

"Alan's back in Pingtung, did you know?" Gao Jing asked mysteriously on the phone.

"I...I didn't know," Ruyu stammered.

"My brother is asking around about her, he's asked many people." After sending the message, she added, seemingly intentionally but also casually, "If you've met her, you can't admit it, to avoid any complications." Hanging

up the phone, Ruyu felt lost and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, a clue popped into her head, and she hopped on her motorcycle and sped back to her hometown, Wutai.

She guessed that Gao Sen would definitely chase her back to the mountain; yes, she was right. "I'd rather say it was my inspiration, because I'm a bit shameless yet not entirely shameless. While I don't hate that all lovers in the world get married, I don't want to be promiscuous. I want to test both parties! To avoid resentment after marriage."

This time, Gao Sen didn't report the situation of Ba'an Kingdom in detail to Ba Taro and the other villagers in Wutai Village. He felt time was running out, so he asked everyone he met if they had seen the Malay humor from Lu Village. That day, he almost walked through the entire village. Finally, he asked a few old women weaving under the banyan tree.

"Malay humor?" One of them stopped what he was doing, raised the face that had been pointed at before, and gazed towards Gao Sen's hometown, continuing, "Ah, someone saw her! The night of your engagement."

"She's talking nonsense! She was probably drunk," someone else retorted.

After finding out which old woman it was, Gao Sen hurried back to his hometown. When he arrived at the old woman's house, the door was locked. A neighbor said, "She's probably working in the fields." So he went down the hillside to find her fields.

Halfway down the hill, Gao Sen called her name; after a while, there was an echo, faint and weak. Following the sound, he came to a simple farmhouse. The elder was squatting in front of the taro kiln, piling firewood; her clothes were similar in color to the surrounding corn clumps, making her difficult to recognize.

“Yingna, it’s me, Ulugu.” He grasped her withered hands.

“Sabao Wu (Hard work), child, would you like some water?” she asked.

“I have a question for you, we’ll go down the mountain right away.”

“Please speak.”

“Have you ever seen Malay Humor, Du Youlan?” His sweat began to seep, dripping onto the ground with a resounding thud: “On the day of my engagement.”

“She came like a bird, then flew away,” she answered.

“You really saw her?” he asked again.

“I wanted to invite her for a drink, but she refused.”

“Who else saw her?”

“Your wife.” She smiled, revealing a lone front tooth: “They went to the other side of the road together.”

Having gone through so much trouble, the person he had met with Alan was actually his betrothed. Gao Sen suddenly fell into deep thought.

Lost in thought, Gao Sen embarked on his return journey. Before even reaching Wutai, he bumped into Yan Ruyu, who was hurrying towards him on the mountain road. The two stopped face-to-face, gazing at each other in silence for a long time.

"Did you find it?" Ruyu finally asked.

Gao Sen looked back at the road he had come from, then countered, "Did I lose anything? And what am I looking for?"

“Uru Valley, don’t do this.” She was almost sobbing. “The whole of Wutai Township knows you’re looking for Du Youlan.”

“Du Youlan? Isn’t she in Taipei, her fate unknown? Has she returned? Is it her spirit?” He asked a series of questions, as if to himself, or perhaps to the mountains, but certainly not to his fiancée.

“Whether she’s returned or not isn’t important. What’s important is that she no longer belongs here.”

“Where should she belong? Who should decide? The village chief? The township head? Or Wutou Mountain?” Another series of questions followed, but still not directed at her.

Yan Ruyu’s heart sank. She realized her fiancé was so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that they couldn’t even communicate—it was unimaginable. Yet, this sudden change indicated that her fears had come true. He had found the old woman who had met Alan with her that night and knew everything. This coldness was directed at her for deliberately concealing the truth.

Heavens, Du Youlan, what are you doing back here? What are your intentions?

“Let’s go down the mountain!” She turned the car around, tears streaming down her face.

Du Youlan had been back in Pingtung for three days, staying with a friend who owned a hair salon and rarely showing her face. She was still hesitant about whether to return to Taipei immediately.

Yesterday morning, when she went to the county police station to see her cousin, by sheer coincidence, she bumped into the man she had been longing for. In that instant, heaven knows a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, yet all of them seemed to amount to nothing… not a single one, leaving her completely at a loss for what to do next. Fortunately, he didn’t recognize her wearing sunglasses. Just as they passed each other, she snapped out of it, deciding not to turn back, not even to glance at him.

With that thought, she got into a taxi. She was, after all, a woman of deep feeling, especially with her long-suppressed emotions. Finally, she couldn't help but glance back, only to find him still standing there, gazing at her. What a contradictory thing this feeling was!

He must have already guessed it was her, but would he seek her out? Now that he was engaged to Ruyu, it was a sign of severing all ties to the past. What meaning would there be in meeting again? Besides, Yan Ruyu's hasty urging of her to leave on the night of their engagement clearly indicated that she wasn't welcome.

Go back; the man in Taipei might be holding her picture, filled with longing! No, if the man in Pingtung had already given up on her, what was Ruyu afraid of? Why rush her away? He must still miss her, deeply! What a contradictory thing this feeling was!

Du Youlan lay in the barber's chair all morning, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to find a way out.

“Girl,” her friend swept up the cigarette butts she had thrown on the floor, “It’s time to go back to Taipei.”

“Why?” She asked, just like Gao Sen, as if asking herself, as if asking the ceiling, but not as if asking her friend.

“Those who wanted to see have seen, and those who shouldn’t have seen, still shouldn’t have seen.” Her body was plump, and she swayed as she swept the floor, like she was dancing.

“Do you know who shouldn’t have seen?” she asked herself in the mirror, tilting her head back.
“The people who are looking for you everywhere, they shouldn’t have seen.”

Du Youlan sat up abruptly, this time really asking her, “Who’s looking for me everywhere? Who is it?”

“Is that even a question? Didn’t you hear the phone ringing several times all morning?” Her friend walked behind her and combed her long hair. “It was all from Wutai, asking if I had seen you. They said someone is looking for you like crazy!”

“It’s him?”

“Your Prince Charming.”

“Should I leave?” she stared at her in the mirror.

“I don’t know.” She continued braiding her hair. “Hey, girl from Wutai, do you know Yan Ruyu?”

She hesitated for a moment, then said, “I know her, she’s my classmate.”

“They got engaged the night before last, the day you came back.” Her friend said expressionlessly, as if recounting something trivial.

She hesitated again for a while before saying, “I know.”

“You know everything?” Her friend bit the hair tie, focused on braiding her hair, as if unwilling to speak further.

Alan closed her eyes, her thoughts swirling again.

They were childhood sweethearts, first loves, and destined to be together, yes, but everything was gone, farther than Wutai Mountain. To get it back would be possible without any burden; but now he was getting married, and the other woman was a close friend, while she had a boyfriend. Wouldn’t continuing like this be too much to ask? Could a forced relationship last?

From the moment she left her hometown, her fate was sealed. There was nothing more to say, so what was the point of staying?

"I'm going back to Taipei." She opened her eyes and stared at her again.

"Go soon." She tied her braids with a hair tie: "He'll find this place soon."

Alan packed her backpack, walked to her, and hugged her tightly. After a long silence, she said, "I'm afraid I won't be coming back."

"You're a beautiful girl; men in Taipei will adore you." Her friend whispered in her ear, "You can get married now. I wish you happiness."

They patted each other on the shoulder, and then Alan walked away without looking back, her braids swinging beautifully.

She sighed, complaining about how bad business was today, with hardly any customers, when someone barged in.

"Ulugo, is that you?" she exclaimed.

On the train journey home, Du Youlan's thoughts were in turmoil, mostly reminiscing about her time with Gao Sen. A small part of her thoughts drifted to Cheng Yuan.

This seemingly insignificant and pitiful fellow—but he didn't see it that way! At that moment, Cheng Yuan, leading Lao Tang and Tongzai, was heading in the opposite direction from Alan, towards Taoyuan. Now, he considered that place a sacred ground. Although years later, the assassination of the local officials shocked the world, and garbage piled up in the streets, it wouldn't affect his perception of that sacred place; precisely because a saint had emerged from that sacred place; a fortune teller renowned internationally—no, renowned only to Cheng Yuan himself and a small group of deeply troubled believers—Songmu.

Here, I'll use a new term from the younger generation: a saint is someone who is still alive!

I don't mean to insult the disabled; what I disdain is that this "Master Songmu" exploits people's curiosity about the blind, capitalizes on their reverence for ghosts and spirits, fabricates stories, and swindles money—sometimes causing considerable harm!

The fact that Cheng Yuan and his cronies are so superstitious about this old blind man is a kind of retribution. They came seeking guidance not for their own personal matters, but for the future of "the whole gang."

Of course, before coming, he had already told these two car thieves about Master Songmu's magical powers, making them eager to see the master's true face.

"Has your problem been solved?" Songmu rolled his eyes at Cheng Yuan again, startling him into sitting up straight and clearing his throat as he replied, "Master, all four methods were used! The effect is still unknown, but it should be effective!"

The master and disciple beside him wondered which four methods. You're probably wondering too! Thinking back, these were the four methods he had instructed Cheng Yuan to use to deal with the vengeful spirit of Alan III: feeding her talismanic water every night, worshipping her photograph, abstaining from touching her left breast during sex, and abstaining from eating beef.

"What kind of person is this?" Master Songmu asked, as if he knew about Cheng Yuan and the other master and disciple beside him. "What kind of person is this? They smell strange."

"It's my business partner!" Cheng Yuan quickly explained. "We came together to ask the master if our business partnership will be successful."

Master Songmu turned to sit sideways, gesturing for the car thief master and apprentice to come closer. He then used his movable ears to face them, and with both hands, he stroked their heads, almost touching every bone, before gesturing for them to sit down again.

"Master, have you reached a conclusion?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"Master," Donald Duck hurriedly protested, "Let me warn you, I'm not much younger than you, osteoporosis is inevitable, don't be mistaken."

"I'm fond of wine and women, but not by much," Tongzai also confessed. " Enough

nonsense," Master Songmu's assistant stopped the three of them, saying, "Master has his own conclusion."

Conclusion what bullshit? Didn't I know that this scumbag Songmu was thinking about how to deceive them? Or what code he would use to instruct his apprentice on what tricks? Many of his plans were based on his apprentice's prior investigations.

"Quiet!" Master Songmu's words carried weight, and everyone fell silent.

He closed his useless eyelids, sat cross-legged, and held a lotus flower in his hand, adopting a posture that blended Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. He had gone into seclusion, clearly indicating this was a very significant case, making the three of them uneasy.

Master Songmu was indeed powerful; when he opened his eyes again, his whites were slightly bloodshot, demonstrating the strength of his skill.

"The Third Prince now rides a wooden horse, and the Wind-Fire Wheels return to the Western Paradise." Master Songmu finished speaking and slammed his gavel, startling the three men.

"Master, please explain?" Cheng Yuan pleaded.

"This is the secret of heaven. Go!" Master Songmu closed his eyes again, indicating his firm intention to see them out.

The three of them had barely gotten into Cheng Yuan's car when they started chattering away, and after a while, Cheng Yuan called out, "Quiet! Quiet!"

The car fell silent, with only the hissing of the air conditioning breaking the silence.

"Based on my years of understanding of the master, I think it's more accurate for me to explain." He held the steering wheel with one hand and gestured with the other: "The Third Prince is Nezha, right? His original mode of transportation was the Wind Fire Wheels, but now he rides a wooden horse; this wooden horse can be interpreted as a modern motorcycle. So, it seems the master wants us to switch to motorcycles from now on, instead of cars, to avoid being too conspicuous and getting discovered by enemies, which would be dangerous."

"You're something else." Old Tang patted him hard on the shoulder and asked again: "And the next sentence?"

"The Wind Fire Wheels naturally refer to wheels, your specialty!"

"Impressive indeed." The little guy Tongzai clapped his hands and said: "He even knows what we do. If he were a cop, we'd be in big trouble!"

"Enough nonsense, let me explain." Cheng Yuan put on his expert face: "The master means that you can now show off your skills. Those wheels you get can be smuggled westward without any problems."

"West? Where is that?" the silly boy asked again.

"Idiot, it's the mainland," his master spat. "You're young and don't study, you want to herd cattle, and to make matters worse, you even peep at dogs playing with cannons."

The little guy retorted, rolling his eyes.

"By the way," Cheng Yuan said happily, "I wish us great success in our opening."

This divination had predicted a bright future, impeccable indeed. Before returning home, the three bought wine and food, intending to celebrate properly. Upon entering the house, Tongzai laid out a table full of food and wine, invited his master and elder brother to sit down, and they began to drink.

"From today onwards, this car of mine is off the road," Cheng Yuan announced. "Tonight, Tongzai, go out and get two motorcycles for transportation. I'll take care of the

license plates." "No problem, sir," Tongzai replied.

"How to sell the goods is a problem." Old Tang pondered for a moment and said, "I can't show my face. If someone informs our enemies, we'll be in big trouble."

"I'll handle it," Cheng Yuan said, taking the initiative. "I've been in this business for so long, I still have some connections."

"That's for the best. In these extraordinary times, we have no choice but to take on some responsibility."

After a round of toasts, Cheng Yuan whispered to Donald Duck, "Old Tang, besides car locks, are you good at other locks?"

"Hey, you're judging me by your limited knowledge. I, Donald Duck, am famous in the underworld, not for stealing cars! I used to be a master of breaking and entering."

"You can pick locks?" "

More than just locks?" Old Tang raised an eyebrow. "Even safes are no problem for me."

"That's great!" Cheng Yuan laughed. "I have a way, I guarantee it will work."

"What way?"

"I'll tell you later, I promise..."

Just as he was talking about the door lock, they heard the sound of the door opening. All three stopped what they were doing and listened intently.

After a while, the door opened, and there stood Youhun, no, Du Youlan.

"Alan?" he exclaimed. "You're back so soon? Why didn't you stay a few more days?"

"Nothing much, so I came back." She wearily tossed her backpack onto the sofa.

"Come on, come eat, have a few drinks to cheer yourself up." Cheng Yuan said with concern, "I've been worried about you these past few days, afraid you'd been bullied back home. I'm so far away, I can't help you."

"Sister-in-law, look, the fake immortal really treats you well." Old Tang praised.

She was puzzled. She had thought Cheng Yuan's change was temporary, but now it seemed genuine. So, she stopped refusing and sat down at the table, and she really did want to have a few drinks.

“This is my friend Lao Tang, you’ve met him before. This is his apprentice, Tongzai,” Cheng Yuan introduced her warmly. “They’re staying at our place temporarily, you don’t mind, do you?”

Normally, she wouldn’t mind. Why even ask? She was truly flattered.

“You have a drink with them first, I need to go to the bathroom.”

“It’s my turn!” She abandoned his manhood, spread her thighs with both hands, and lifted her entire lower body almost overlapping her upper body. This way, her wet vulva was completely facing upwards, and her labia were spread out in an O-shape, making his eyes bulge.

He hurriedly took off his underwear, half-kneeled on the bed, and tried two or three times, but it kept slipping out after he tried to insert it. Realizing the angle was wrong, he changed to a horse stance, grabbed the headboard, and went down to her clitoris.

She let out a groan, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Not only was her vagina leaking fluid, but almost every cell in her body was sweating, a testament to the arduousness of this move. Exhausted, she had to take a break, slightly adjusting her position, placing her feet on his shoulders, half-bearing, half-resting.

He seemed tired too, his movements gradually slowing, and a series of beads of sweat fell onto her. She received the message: it was time to give

her

her all. "Husband... take a break, let me... be good to you," she said, changing her position. "I'm going to... make you feel amazing." "Princess, quick, it's all yours now!" He had barely finished speaking when he immediately slapped himself. Ugh, ugh, ugh, he'd been bewitched! What princess? She was Alan!

"Why did you hit yourself? I... I feel bad," she said, rubbing his cheek.

His own actions terrified him. Although she was rocking violently on top, her hands clutching her chest, muttering incoherently—a sight that made one's eyes water and chest throb—his penis was shrinking smaller and smaller until it finally slipped out of her vagina.

"What's going on?" she asked, trying to push it back in, but it fell out again after a few moments.

“Your little brother is disobedient, he deserves a spanking.” She used her mouth again, and after much effort, she finally got him to stand up again. He quickly climbed on top, but after only a few more wobbles than before, he failed again.

“Did it ejaculate? I didn’t feel anything,” she asked.

“It didn’t ejaculate, but it really wants to cry,” he replied helplessly.

“Come on, come on, touch my breasts, and make it stand up again.” She grabbed his hand and moved it towards her upper body.

“No…” he shouted, resisting fiercely: “You’ll kill me, you know that?” "

Chapter 4 of 'Love in the Sea': Heading Towards Taipei'" (Chapter 1) That day, Luo Heping's billiards room was bustling with activity, though the iron gate was ajar. The shop wasn't filled with billiards players, but rather with his girlfriend Gao Yun's siblings, along with the most taciturn of them all, Gao Sen's fiancée, Yan Ruyu.

This family meeting was convened by the eldest brother, Gao Sen, who seemed to have something important to announce. However, why Luo Heping, an outsider, had chosen Luo's house was unclear to him. Everyone sat in a circle around the billiard

table, except for Gao Sen, who sat alone at the service line—essentially the chairman's seat—and therefore, he was obliged to speak first. "I've taken a month's leave..." he said, looking around at everyone.

This was quite strange. Everyone looked at each other, but all they could see on their faces were question marks; only Ruyu had her head down, her expression unreadable.

"The murder case involving Ba Taro's son has remained unsolved. All we know so far is that the owner of the knife used in the murder was named Tongzai, and he had a tattoo of a naked woman on his left arm…" He lit a cigarette and continued, "Also, his friends said he was part of a car theft ring. That's all."

"That's like finding a needle in a haystack," his younger brother said.

"It's a police matter!" his sister Gao Yun said. "Big brother, you're meddling too much. How can you leave your sister-in-law alone in Pingtung?"

"That's just a superficial reason!" his older sister Gao Jing said coldly. "He's looking for someone else."

Everyone's gaze shifted to Ruyu, but she remained silent, her head bowed.

Gao Sen exhaled a puff of smoke, and through the smoke, he saw himself; sweating profusely, riding his motorcycle like a headless fly around Pingtung, finally forced to return to the police station to find Alan's cousin, asking him for guidance. His cousin pondered for a long time before finally remembering the barbershop.

Right, how could he have overlooked that? He sped to the barbershop, and upon entering, he heard the proprietress exclaim his name in surprise, his heart sinking. Where is my Alan? Could she have already left? Sure enough, the proprietress said that Alan had indeed stayed there for the past few days, but had just packed her bag and returned to Taipei.

He rushed to the train station without stopping, only to see a train just leaving the platform. Undeterred, he searched the entire train station again... They even searched the nearby bus station, but where was that long-haired beauty?

If Ruyu had told him the night Alan arrived in Pingtung; if Ruyu hadn't blocked his path when they met on the mountain; and if she had blocked his path but hadn't said so much nonsense, he would have reunited with Alan long ago.

Gao Sen blamed Yan Ruyu in his heart, because he was too deeply involved to escape the situation. You, an outsider, only know to target me. You call me cheap, you call me for not letting lovers be together, you call me for writing this lousy novel to scam copyright fees—how is your behavior any better than that swindler Songmu's?

I won't explain anything, because at least you've read to the last chapter!

Gao Sen, like me, didn't want to explain either, but he had his own purpose. He said, "I invited you here today to tell you that I want to... break off the engagement."

"Are you crazy, brother?"

"Ruyu hasn't done anything wrong, what right do you have to unilaterally break off the engagement?" "

This needs to be resolved by both sets of parents and elders. You're acting recklessly."

"We can't cancel the engagement for Youlan."

The younger siblings all voiced their opposition, bombarding Gao Sen like a barrage of criticism. This was a bolt from the blue, especially for Yan Ruyu, but she never raised her head, and no one could read her mind from her expression.

"May I, an outsider, say something?" Luo Heping, the host, finally spoke up: "Ruyu's body already belongs to you, that's common knowledge. To be honest, Gao Yun and I have also had a relationship; she belongs to me, we love each other, so I have a responsibility to her, and I will marry no one else. In that sense, you, Gao Sen, also have a responsibility to Ruyu, and canceling the engagement is irresponsible."

"Classmate," Gao Sen sighed and replied: "In the past, I opposed your relationship with my sister, but after this incident, I've come to understand true love; I know you two truly love each other, so I entrust her to your care and wish you both well." "

Don't change the subject. How are you going to explain this to Ruyu?" Gao Jing asked.

"I can't deny it now, I love Alan more than I love her," Gao Sen calmly analyzed. "If Alan and I don't end up together, it wouldn't be fair to Ruyu if I hastily married her. Do you think she'd be happy after the marriage?"

"It's all that wretched woman Alan's fault," Gao Jing said indignantly. "I didn't approve of your relationship before because I knew what kind of woman she was. She loves this one today and dates that one tomorrow; she's completely fickle. I didn't expect you to still believe her. I don't believe she doesn't have a man in Taipei." "

On this last point, she was right. Gao Jing hated Alan even before she was married, but she couldn't openly express it.

At that time, her current husband had just graduated from military academy, and every time he returned home in his military uniform, looking dashing, he would always be at the ice cream shop where Alan worked, serving dishes and washing plates for her. Gao Jing found this extremely distasteful and from then on, she considered this woman a thorn in her side. She wouldn't touch any man near her, regardless of blood relation. This was a vow she had secretly made, and she was almost successful when her own brother, being so useless, still insisted on jumping in at the last moment. How could she not be furious?

"I know best what kind of woman she is," Gao Sen said with a smile. "I must meet with her, get to the bottom of things, and resolve this, regardless of the outcome." "But there's

no need to break off the engagement!" “Gao Yun said.

“Yes!” He Ping echoed, “Let’s talk about it when you come back!”

“Let him go!” The speaker was none other than Ru Yu, startling everyone.

She raised her head, her eyes gleaming, staring intently at Gao Sen; she said in a hoarse voice, “I was wrong, wrong to fall in love with you; but I’m a fool, if I’m going to be wrong, I’ll be wrong to the end, I won’t turn back. Go ahead, I only ask that you remember what I said to you, what I said by the Ira Bridge.” She

left, her steps unsteady.

Gao Sen also set off.

Before leaving, he specifically returned to Wutai Village to say goodbye to Ba Taro, explaining why he was searching for the murderer. Ba Taro was extremely grateful and wanted to give him travel expenses, but Gao Sen refused. Furthermore, he didn't go to his future in-laws' house to say goodbye, mainly because he had nothing to say. Although he wanted to break off the engagement, he hadn't formally proposed it, because it involved too many people and might even make it difficult for his parents to maintain their place in the area—wouldn't that be too unfilial? Therefore, he accepted Luo Heping's advice: "Wait a while, and we'll deal with everything after I return south."

Of course, he also contacted the older brother, Brother Li, who had previously revealed Alan's whereabouts in Taipei, and asked him for his brother's address. He planned to use his home as a base to search for his two targets.

Was finding Tongzai, who possessed the murder weapon, truly like finding a needle in a haystack, as his brother Gao Bao had said? Not at all. He had connections with a newspaper; before going north, his supervisor had contacted the head office on his behalf, requesting support. The head office agreed to assign a reporter surnamed He, who covered social news, to assist him and provide necessary information.

Those who cover social news are mostly familiar with both the legitimate and criminal worlds, so Gao Sen was no longer worried. Upon arriving in Taipei, he happily accepted the hospitality of his fellow townsman, Brother Li.

Indigenous people value camaraderie, stemming from a shared sense of being fellow sufferers in the same boat. And since all those who have fallen on hard times are considered outsiders, facing countless discriminations and unfair treatments, they don't follow the Han Chinese custom of "fellow townsmen meeting, tears welling in their eyes." Naturally cheerful, they channel their tears into wine, their sorrow into songs, drinking and singing merrily, making the most of their lives.

"I met Malay humor at the hospital," Brother Li recounted during the meal. "That day my child had a fever, so I rushed to the hospital early in the morning for emergency treatment. Just as I was leaving after the appointment, I saw Malay humor."

"What was he doing at the hospital?" Gao Sen asked.

"She took a man to see a doctor; his head was wrapped in bandages, he seemed quite badly injured."

He remained silent, lost in thought.

"Uru Valley..." Brother Li paused for a moment and said, "My elder brother told me you're engaged to Ru Wang. Ru Yu is a very good woman; I watched her grow up. Why did you choose Alan?"

He didn't answer the question but instead asked, "Is that man her husband? Or her boyfriend?"

"I don't know! Their relationship must be very close, otherwise why would she accompany him to the emergency room so early in the morning?"

This analysis made perfect sense; why would they be together so early if they weren't close friends? However, he was still unconvinced: "But she returned to Wutai alone."

"Perhaps he's still sick, his head injury hasn't healed yet."

This Brother Li seemed to be deliberately contradicting him; how boring. He excused himself to go to the restroom to relax.

"But one thing is certain," Brother Li added after he returned to his seat, "She's also in Banqiao, so finding her shouldn't be too difficult."

That's more like it! Guests from afar are welcome; why make things difficult for them at every turn?

Du Youlan was extremely attentive to her two guests, initially preparing breakfast for them, but they never touched it. She later learned they were nocturnal.

What were they doing out in the middle of the night? Why were there suddenly two motorcycles in the house? And why was Cheng Yuan no longer driving, leaving his motorcycle covered in dust?

This series of strange events had confused her. Cheng Yuan's kindness towards her was already strange, but lately she'd gotten used to it. However, she didn't quite understand why he, who used to be energetic and frequently engaged in combat after using amphetamines, was now showing signs of weakness halfway through and had no desire

to continue. Could it be related to the injury on his head? Now he channeled his energy into carving, often working late into the night, then sleeping until noon before going out again. This man had clearly changed, and she felt she could rely on him.

In fact, the three of them had successfully stolen several cars, following Song Mu's instructions to commit the crimes and dispose of the stolen goods. However, Cheng Yuan witnessed something that made him somewhat worried about Tongzai, feeling that this scoundrel was two-faced and might be a menace.

One night, on a whim, this "internal affairs" worker decided to go with them to see how the master and apprentice committed their crimes. The master and apprentice rode one bicycle, and he rode another, crossing into the Xindian area, weaving through the alleys. Finally, they spotted a nearly new car by a newly opened road.

Donald Duck gestured for Tongzai to unlock it, and he opened the door in a few quick movements. Then, noticing the gearshift lock, he grabbed a flashlight and tried to unlock it. He casually walked to the hood and leaned against it, keeping watch; strangely, he felt a warm sensation on his backside. He touched the hood and found it burning hot.

"Old Tang," he said, walking over to Donald Duck, "Something's not right. The engine just turned off. Could the owner still be nearby?" "

This is bad," Old Tang muttered to himself, "The kid's too careless."

He immediately warned Tongzai to abandon the car. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a person emerged from the bushes and shouted, "What are you doing? Trying to steal my car?"

"Get out of the way!" Cheng Yuan yelled, accelerating away. He had only ridden a few meters when he realized they hadn't followed. Turning around, he saw Tongzai already fighting with the man.

"Old Tang..." he called again.

"Tongzai..." Old Tang, straddling a bicycle, also called out.

Tongzai ignored him, fighting fiercely, shouting and yelling. He hurriedly got off his bike and rushed forward to pull them apart, but before he reached him, the driver had already fallen. Tongzai's arm was still raised high, and he grabbed it, only then seeing that Tongzai was tightly clutching a flat drill in his raised hand, while the man on the ground was clutching his stomach.

"Get out of here!" he yelled, pulling twice before he could move Tongzai.

After quickly returning to his lodgings, under the lamplight, he noticed a large patch of blood on Tongzai's right side, and he himself had also lost some blood.

"Why did you use a knife?" he roared. "We could have just left, why hurt someone? It would have made things worse!"

Tongzai's eyes were bloodshot, still tightly gripping the flat drill. Old Tang, quick-witted, first soothed him, "Good boy, it's alright, put the knife down." Then he slowly disarmed him.

"Brother Cheng," Tongzai stammered, finally regaining his composure, "I...I was afraid he'd come after us in his car..."

"Three against one! Would he dare?" His anger hadn't subsided.

“Tongzai is afraid that guy will drive his car and run us over,” Old Tang said, trying to smooth things over. “He has four wheels, we have two, who’s afraid of who? This is your first time on the job, if something happens, it’ll be hard to explain to your wife!”

“What do we do now? We’ve stabbed someone, we don’t even know if they’re dead or alive, the cops will definitely make a big fuss about arresting them, how can we settle this peacefully?” Apart from the time he fell while climbing a building to avoid the police, Cheng Yuan had never experienced anything so dangerous, so naturally he was very worried.

“Don’t shout, it’s not good to wake your wife,” Old Tang reassured him. “Jiaxian, you two take off your clothes first, Tongzai take them to the bathroom and scrub them clean, remember, there can’t be a single bloodstain; then go back to your rooms and sleep, tomorrow morning, just pretend nothing happened, and don’t talk about it again, understand?”

The evening paper the day after the incident published the case.

According to reports, a man, feeling unwell on his way home late at night, hurriedly got out of his car to relieve himself in a deserted area. Afterwards, he discovered three people stealing his car. When he confronted them, one of the young men not only showed no fear but also fought with him, attempting to rob him instead of stealing. Finally, the thief pulled out a flat drill

he had concealed on his person and stabbed the car owner in the abdomen before the three fled. The car owner endured the pain and drove himself to the hospital; fortunately, he didn't lose much blood and was not seriously injured. The car owner recalled hearing the three men shouting nicknames during the fight, but unfortunately, the situation was too dangerous to hear clearly, and he didn't leave any clues.

Police suspect this is the work of a car theft ring and is related to a recent series of car thefts; they are intensifying their pursuit.

After reading this report, Cheng Yuan realized how deeply he had gotten himself into this mess.

4. Gao Sen received a call from a reporter surnamed He.

"I've called several times but can't reach you. What's wrong?"

"I... I went out to visit a friend," he honestly replied.

These past few days, he'd borrowed Brother Li's motorcycle and driven around aimlessly, hoping to stumble upon Alan like Brother Li had, but unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky.

"Did you see that report?" he asked. "It's about a car theft ring that injured someone during a theft."

"Ah!" he exclaimed, both excited and somewhat ashamed. "No, please tell me quickly."

“Three people stole a car in Xindian, but were caught red-handed by the car owner, and a fight broke out. One of the young men pulled out a knife and injured the car owner, but they were never caught. Do you think this case sounds like the person you're looking for?”

“Very much so, extremely much so.” He became even more anxious: “Please continue.”

“When I interviewed the victim, I privately asked him if the nickname he was using was ‘Tongzai’? You know what? He said it sounded very similar.” He smiled somewhat smugly.

“You just said, where did the car theft take place?” he remembered and asked.

“A new shop. But based on experience, it's unlikely to be their hideout, otherwise it would just be a bunch of bumbling thieves.”

“I understand.”

“There’s another piece of information.” Reporter He continued, “Not long ago, there was a case where a car thief nicknamed Donald Duck stole a Mercedes-Benz, intending to resell it overseas. Unexpectedly, the owner was a gang leader from the Longitudinal Road area. This boss was furious, thinking that losing the car was a small matter compared to losing face, so he mobilized his men to investigate. They finally found the culprit and forced Donald Duck to come forward, even saying: ‘If you don’t return the car, you lose your life; if you return it, you lose an arm.’ You know what? He was so scared that he quickly returned the car and went into hiding. This incident is very famous in the underworld; almost everyone knows it.”

“Could it be related to this case?”

“Very likely. Donald Duck hid for a while, probably ran out of money, and came out to commit crimes again. That Tongzai might be one of his apprentices or grand-apprentices.”

The author lists many notorious villains throughout history, most of whom rose to power through petty tricks and misdeeds. Because they weren't irredeemably evil, those who suffered at their hands often believed that forbearance was the best policy, thus emboldening these villains and ultimately leading to their downfall, corruption, persecution of loyal officials, and ultimately, the end of an era.

His message is: when dealing with villains, show no mercy; either kill them outright, or you'll never see them repent.

What kind of ending should Cheng Yuan, this typical rogue, receive? As we approach the end, does this question pique your interest? Is he a truly wicked person? No! Although he engages in illegal activities, schemes against friends, bullies weak women, and doesn't work, at least he intervened when Tongzai committed murder, making him seem somewhat better than that young man. Therefore, if you are not satisfied with the ending, you can revise it yourself. Please send the completed manuscript to Cheng Yuan at the Tucheng Detention Center, Taipei County.

Why send it to this rogue? "I'm sorry, because he's the only judge. And why is he the only one? I'm sorry again, because he's paying for the prize money himself. If you don't mind his money being dirty, feel free to submit your work; you don't need to include a return mail." "Then why send it to the detention center instead of his home in Banqiao?" "Good question. Because by then he'll have already been arrested and is in prison!"

Before that, he still had a mission to complete! Taking advantage of the fact that the three men were afraid to continue committing crimes on the streets after the car theft and murder case broke out, he decided to complete this mission and then flee far away, leaving behind these devilish master and apprentice; and also far away from Alan, who was possessed by the devil. You see, everyone else is a devil, only he himself is a—human being.

"Remember the path I told you about last time?" Cheng Yuan said to Old Tang.

“We’re in a bind now. Since we can’t target the gang, let’s try a different approach.”

“Of course, I’m barely leaving the house anymore. You know what? Every time I go out, I feel like I’m being followed, either by the cops or the boss’s men.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Cheng Yuan laughed. “It’s just a case of seeing snakes in a cup of water!”

“Master, what are you afraid of? I’m itching to show my skills!” his disciple Tongzai said.

“It’s your mother’s itching!” Old Tang cursed. “If it weren’t for you, you little brat, I wouldn’t be in this state.”

“Alright, alright,” Cheng Yuan stopped the two of them. “It’s a matter of repaying kindness. Old Tang, you know I’m a gambler, right?”

“I know that.”

“Listen carefully. I used to go to a mahjong parlor. The owner’s surname was Zhou. You’d never guess how big the stakes were at that place—millions were won or lost every time! Owner Zhou had a safe in his bedroom, with all the cash inside, at least a million. After this heist, we can weather this storm. We can find a place to hide and figure something out once things calm down.”

“Yay!” Tongzai shouted.

Old Tang, however, fell into deep thought, and after a while asked, “Is it really that much?”

True to his old hand, he immediately grasped the crux of the matter.

"You think I'm playing games with you?" Cheng Yuan retorted angrily, "Fine, if you don't want to work here, we'll all go our separate ways and eat our own food." His words were clear:

if he didn't work here, it was over, and they would become strangers. "With so much cash at home, doesn't he have any underlings watching over it? And what about him? Doesn't he just sleep with the safe?" Old Tang, a cautious man, persisted in asking questions.

"Good question," Cheng Yuan replied deftly, "He really doesn't have any underlings; he does it all by himself. On the day we make our move, I'll send him away. He runs brothels, and people support him, but he also has to support others occasionally! Once he's gone, you can make your move."

You get it now! Cheng Yuan, that scoundrel, is so wicked! Not only did he want revenge on Master Zhou for his self-drawn "Big Four Winds" hand, but he also made fun of him by telling him to keep his chips for himself and that he'd give him a few more boxes if he needed more. He actually came up with this scheme to mess with him! How can one not admire him!

Chapter Six of "Love in the Sea": Cheng Yuan strikes. He was playing mahjong at another friend's place

. Around 10 PM, he suddenly decided to quit, pay his bill, and leave. The mahjong owner wanted to use someone else as a substitute, but Cheng Yuan insisted on finding someone else. "It's so late, who should we call?" the owner asked.

"Someone surnamed Zhou!" he casually replied, "If he's not playing, we can ask him to fill in!"

That makes sense! The owner made the call, and sure enough, Master Zhou wasn't playing. He readily agreed.

Cheng Yuan immediately called home; Alan answered.

“Call me Old Tang,” he said softly.

Old Tang took the phone, and Cheng Yuan, following their prior agreement, said, “Come pick up the goods at 12:30.”

“Is it reliable?” Old Tang asked.

“Don’t worry, the owner is with me and won’t be back before dawn.”

Not long after he hung up, Farm Owner Zhou arrived. Upon seeing Cheng Yuan, he immediately chuckled and said, “Hey, you idiot, how’s business lately? You’re not so broke that you’re spending those chips?”

“What? Chips can be used as money?” Farm Owner Zhou was completely bewildered.

“Old Zhou was just joking, don’t take it seriously.” Cheng Yuan changed the subject, “Hurry up and sit down, I’m eager to fleece you guys.”

“Alright, let’s win another Big Four!” Zhou was relentless.

“Old Cheng, you’ve won Big Four before? With you?” Farm Owner Zhou was very curious.

“Who’s ever won Big Four? That’s so unlucky!” Cheng Yuan had to laugh it off.

"Yeah! A friend of mine's mom was playing mahjong with her family on New Year's Eve. She had a winning hand of 'Big Four Winds,' but before she could win, she had a heart attack while drawing a tile and died," a mahjong player said.

"See? She died before she could even win. What would have happened if she had?" Zhou, the mahjong master, chimed in, "The bad luck that follows is unstoppable, even the King of Heaven couldn't stop it."

Damn you, Zhou, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Trying to provoke me with this trick so you can take advantage of me later? Don't even think about it! Don't you know this trick? I'm in a particularly good mood tonight. Even if you take a small loss here, I'll make sure to get a big one back there. I'll make you so angry when you get home that you jump off a building, only to find out later that it was me, Cheng, who orchestrated this. Too late for regrets! Ha, ha.

As he shuffled the cards, he meditated: "Even if you become a ghost and want to take revenge on me, I'm not afraid. I have a wronged soul from three lifetimes ago by my side, and I can still subdue her. I'll still dominate her at night. Why should I be afraid of you, you gambling addict?" When his mood was good, his luck improved, and after four rounds, he had accumulated quite a few chips in his drawer.

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