【A Tale of Chaos】 Part 4: Against the Current

Through the glass window, I saw that the French-style glass lamps inside were already lit, their light as clear as an autumn
pool, radiating a soft, clear glow. I followed Huiyan inside and saw the huge landscape painting on the west wall reflected in the light. By the window, an
exquisite ebony table held a three-foot-tall vermilion vase, its surface shimmering with a vibrant red, filled with a few white-headed
reeds, seemingly exuding the vibrant spirit of autumn.
In front of the table, Uncle Xu and his father were admiring a delicate porcelain vase. The glaze was a
bright, clear blue, like the color of "after the rain," and with my limited knowledge of antiques, I could vaguely guess that it was probably from the Song Dynasty. Huiyan's eyes
were clear as water, shimmering with something ethereal and distant, like the curtain of clouds on a cloudy day.
"Qiao'er, come and see," my father called to me.
I answered and went forward. Xu Danqiu looked at me coldly, seemingly indifferent.
"Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, this is a finely crafted celadon boat-shaped water vessel from the Longquan kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty. The glaze is as blue as
jade and as clear as a mirror; it should be genuine. Uncle Xu, you're so lucky!
You have such a good eye!" Uncle Xu stared at me wide-eyed for a long time before exclaiming, "You're the one with the good eye!
What major did you choose this time? Not going to the archaeology department is simply burying talent."
I smiled faintly, "I'm just an incompetent fool, showing off my limited skills before an expert. Archaeology is purely a hobby, just a hobby. Uncle Xu , please excuse my
presumption." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hint of surprise and astonishment flash across Huiyan's face .
"What a pity, what a pity. Old Lu, you're too much like a child, tsk tsk tsk..." Uncle Xu sighed
, his gaze towards me warming.
Father chuckled, "This kid's read almost all the books on my shelf, and he just spouts nonsense.
He usually uses it to fool people, but coming to a connoisseur like you is like showing off his skills in front of Guan Yu."
"Alright, alright. Are you all hungry? Let's talk about your blue and white porcelain after we eat," Huiyan interrupted him,
her eyes darting around, a hint of smoke lurking in them.
"Okay. Qiao'er, come over often. Feel free to look at all the books in Uncle Xu's study. Ah, true friends are hard to find."
Xu Danqiu seemed to regret not meeting him sooner. In his voice, I saw his light brown oval face lower, and I saw 　　glistening tears welling in
his large, dark eyes .
In that instant, I understood Huiyan's melancholy: "Day by day I've come to understand that what he
gave me was more appreciation than longing, more possessiveness than love. This wasn't between people, but between people and works of art 　　…
except, except that, as a person, perhaps I was the last work of art he collected." 　　My 　　gaze met Huiyan's in the flowing, thin summer air, those pools of water carrying the word "love." Love needs resonance; a woman 　　imprisoned in a lonely garden, 　　her lament needs an echo. My heart 　　began 　　to ache faintly. ********** ... 　　The day I met her, a light drizzle fell, bringing a touch of coolness to the sweltering summer. I had a feeling that 　　good things were about to happen. Sure enough, she was in the tiered classroom. 　　She had been my childhood idol, tormenting the ignorant and confused 　　hearts of us impetuous teenagers for years, until I was captivated by my mother's lush vineyard, finally ending my infatuation with her. 　　Of course, what upset me was that she was accompanied by a tall boy, and the two were behaving intimately, 　　seemingly deeply in love. This somewhat lessened my guilt towards her, after all, I had slept with her mother, 　　making her father green with envy. 　　Feng Ling's wildness was clearly not inherited by her daughter; Fan Susu's refined elegance was renowned from a young age, and 　　she has always been my ideal woman. If time could turn back, and I were to return to my junior 　　high school years, I would still admire her serene and detached nature, her bright and beautiful eyes. 　　She arrived late and had some trouble finding a seat for two. Just as her gaze wandered, she saw me. 　　Startled, she smiled at me; clearly, she recognized me—her junior from back then. 　　I waved to her and pointed to the empty seat next to me, "Sister Fan, sit here." 　　"Coming. I was welcoming new students the other day and couldn't find you." Fan Susu sat down next to me gracefully. 　　"I arrived a day early. You know, my dad also transferred here." I caught a glimpse of her boyfriend's 　　unfriendly gaze. 　　I deliberately ignored him and asked her with a smile, "Is that your boyfriend?" 　　A hint of hesitation appeared on her delicate face. After a moment, she slowly said, "My dad told me that if I have any 　　difficulties, I should come to him. After all, I've been here for two years." 　　"I will. Reading extracurricular books in class?" I saw her put the books on the table: one was "New 　　Concept English," and the other was Sanmao's "The Crying Camel." 　　She pouted playfully, "Confucius's class...you'll find out soon enough. Hehe..." 　　Just then, an old man strolled in. Despite the sweltering heat, he was impeccably dressed in a 　　crisp white shirt and a red and black tie. His head-shaking manner was remarkably similar to 　　the Confucius described by Lu Xun. 　　I smiled and exchanged a knowing glance with Susu. 　　Confucius was lecturing on *University Chinese*. I had read the *Erya* chapters back in junior high. Today, he was 　　discussing the origins of Han culture, generally considered to have two main sources: the Penglai myth and the Kunlun myth. 　　"That's a good lecture, Sister Fan. How come you don't like his class?" I was somewhat surprised. Confucius's lecture was 　　vivid, starting with the *Erya*'s "The River Chart opened at Kunlun," demonstrating his profound knowledge of classical Chinese— 　　no wonder he was a professional. 　　"No, no..." Fan Susu shook her head, her gaze shifting and wandering, seemingly glancing at 　　her boyfriend sitting in the seat in front of her. Her boyfriend kept turning his head back, looking quite worried. 　　"Oh, I see. You should have already attended this class. Today, because it's raining, not many people came to 　　class, so you two came here to date, right?" I blurted out, but felt a little uneasy inside.

She blushed slightly and pursed her lips. "He originally wanted me to go to the movies with him, but I suggested coming here."
I looked at her quietly. The fine downy hairs on her face, faint and delicate, displayed
a static beauty under the dim classroom lights. The fervor in my heart gradually cooled. I told myself that this clear and beautiful
girl already had someone. My former goddess had long since become a shadow of the moon in the celestial palace.
"I'm leaving now. This seat is for your boyfriend." My dream world had ended. I needed to escape
the confines of this dream as soon as possible.
"Wait a moment." She tugged at my sleeve, pulled a piece of paper from her book, hastily wrote a few lines, and
handed it to me. "This is for you."
I seemed to see a hint of bewilderment and hesitation, along with a touch of shyness and joy, flash in her eyes. I
silently took the piece of paper, walked out of the classroom, and under the dim red streetlights of the corridor, I saw it read: "White clouds in the sky,
mountains rise from the hills. The road is long and winding, winding between mountains and rivers. If you don't die, will you still come back?"
My heart pounded wildly. This calm night scene was such a powerful temptation! I felt as if my body
was floating like duckweed on the waves of a dream world, ethereal and at ease. Girl, you are the dew of the morning flower.
This is a story from the "Biography of King Mu." When King Mu of Zhou parted from the Queen Mother of the West on the top of Kunlun Mountain, the Queen
Mother sang: "White clouds in the sky, villages rise from the distant hills. The road is long and winding,
winding between mountains and rivers. If you don't die, will you still come back to me?"
Fine rain fell, hitting my face, cool and refreshing. And the unease in my chest returned inexplicably, like
a giant spider, clinging to my thoughts. I know that at this moment, my terrible lust has returned,
like a deadly poison entering my bloodstream, vivid yet deadly.
I gaze at the hidden tower, wondering what she is doing.
"Fine rain and slanting wind bring the chill of early winter, wispy smoke and sparse willows adorn the sunny beach." I think of that woman, as ethereal as smoke, her
unique, weary posture, her forlorn expression, her sighs, intentional or unintentional…
Today is not a day for pleasure, yet a shameful, lewd smile lingers on my lips, simply because
a wicked knife is plunged into my heart. I believe my soul is dark; once desire sears my
chest, the great serpent within me will extend its tongue. At this moment, all moral principles are meaningless
, dead.
I seemed to see it; her green veins were faintly visible beneath her thin, tender skin. Her limbs were intertwined with mine
, her fair body convulsing, contorting, and thrusting under my violent thrusts. Her entire body was
woven from flames.
In an instant, I plunged into the sky woven from fine rain…
************
Many years ago, Erleng, Qiu Li, and I made a bet: whoever peeked at Su Su's vulva first would be
the boss. I remember Qiu Li swearing through gritted teeth that he would be the first to do it, not for the boss title, but simply to be
the first to see it.
Qiu Li's father was a tricycle driver. He gave his son this poetic name simply because
Qiu Li's grandfather had died in a car accident on the day he was born. So, the old driver named his son Qiu Li, the implication being
clear: this kid had killed his grandfather, was unlucky, and he wasn't particularly fond of him from a young age.
Seeing Fan Susu's naked body, Qiu Li had the advantage of being there. Her father, Fan Dong, was our basketball coach and
rented a place in the Qiu family's old house.
As the saying goes, heaven helps those who help themselves. One day, close to the Spring Festival, Qiu Li found us and said casually,
"Come on, I'll take you to see it." That day was the afternoon of the 28th of the lunar calendar, during the continuous spring rain at the end of the year. As dusk approached, 　　in a storage room on
the second floor of the Qiu family's old house , the three of us lay on the wooden floor, our eyes fixed on the cracks between the planks. 　　Fan Susu was getting out of the bathtub, her delicate body radiating an elegant glow. However, our 　　eyes were all focused on the tuft of black hair between her legs, like tangled grass, like silk, gracefully alluring 　　. Our lower bodies swelled, our breathing became rapid, and our hearts pounded as if they would burst from our chests. 　　Qiu Li tugged at us a few times before we reluctantly withdrew. He said, "I won this time 　　. I brought you here to prove it to you. But this is a one-time thing, there won't be a next time. I'm telling you seriously, 　　I'm going to have this woman. Don't try to take her from me, or don't blame me for not giving you a heads-up. That's not being a brother." Erleng 　　and I stared at each other, speechless. I could tell Qiu Li was serious. He was two years older than us and 　　had repeated a grade to be in our class. The only reason I associated with him was because he was a bit hot-blooded and a good friend. Once, 　　Erleng got into an argument, and when the other person tried to beat him up, Qiu Li and his gang chased them away. 　　I didn't dare tell him that I had actually seen Su Su's naked body long ago. The thicket of dark hair between her thighs was 　　tightly packed, like a delicate beaded flower. It was in the dimly lit attic of an old house at the end of a small street. 　　Fan Su Su never imagined that she would be spied on by a lovestruck teenager while taking a bath at her classmate's house. She didn't 　　know that her female classmate had betrayed her, letting me peep at her. I didn't understand why at the time, but later 　　I realized it stemmed from intense jealousy—Susu was so beautiful! 　　I still remember the girl's wanton moans beneath me. Her name was Ding Yi, a classmate of Susu's , two years older than me. Her mother and my mother were colleagues, and we both 　　went on 　　a company outing . 　　As the car sped through the vast green countryside, I noticed Ding Yi often lingered her gaze on me 　　. Whenever I looked back, she would immediately look out the window, seemingly gazing at the grass and sunlight. 　　Perhaps, at that time, she naively thought I was a boy inexperienced in matters of the heart. So, when she gestured for me to follow 　　her into the old woods, and then suddenly reached out to tease my penis, I smiled brightly at her, and she was stunned 　　! 　　I stroked her vulva, its hair thick and alluring, her vulva a tempting sight—how could I conceal the ecstasy of my desire 　　? 　　Ding Yi was clearly stunned; her delicate flesh trembled. Her previously arrogant fervor was directly 　　shattered by my boldness, leaving only a weak moan. I've always loved full, mature, vibrant, and juicy vulvas...

A surge of irresistible urge arises within me, which makes me somewhat dislike those young girls—they're naive and immature.
But she, naked before me, exudes a sinful beauty, a silent yet frenzied allure. Under my overwhelming
assault, she displays a submissive silence; her vulva, a patchwork of dark green, tangled and disordered, radiates the unbridled
fervor befitting a wanton woman.
I feel little affection for her, much like for Feng Ling—purely a gushing outburst of lust, a morbid venting.
She's a gruesome, rotten mass of flesh, reeking of vulgarity. I fuck her because my mother,
using my father's home as an excuse, once again rejected my advances, ignoring them completely. Human beings' capacity for revenge is
so bizarre, often leading to self-destruction in a hell of depravity. To put it bluntly, it's tragic; to put it mildly, it's melancholy.
But who can see the loneliness that flows beneath my dark hair?
Watching that mass of rotting flesh, protruding and disappearing with the force of my penis, accompanied by shameless white foam and incoherent
moans, I felt a tinge of wanton lust.
Her unrestrained lewd sounds echoed through the ravines, the murky, viscous fluids I drew from her vagina
lacking any of the inner spirit my mother possessed. My mother's voice was like the gentle flow of a mountain stream into a lake,
a blissful euphoria, a delirious murmur of ecstasy… capable of granting the soul boundless liberation and freedom in moments of pure bliss. And
Su Su?

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