Love Fills Jiangcheng

Chapter 1, Southward, Southward
, Southward, Southward
: "The first snow of 2002
came later than usual.
The No. 2 bus, parked on the eighth floor,
carried away the last fallen yellow leaf.
The first snow of 2002
is an unforgettable memory left in Urumqi.
You are like a butterfly flitting about,
swaying in the season of falling snow.
I can't forget the feeling of holding you in my arms,
warmer than the burning passion hidden in my heart.
I forgot the biting north wind outside the window,
once again overlapping tenderness and lingering affection. It was your red lips that clung to everything I had,
it was your thoughtfulness that made me passionate again.
It was your myriad tenderness that melted the ice and snow,
it was your sweet words that changed the season." Listening to Dao Lang's "The First Snow of 2002," my mood seemed to worsen. Looking at the faces of the various people sitting in the train carriage—numb, laughing, and in pain—and listening to their diverse and boisterous conversations, Zhao Xiaoyao's soul left his body at that moment, flying back to the small station he had just left.
At the station, the girl with the ponytail, wearing a blue and white floral dress and old-fashioned red cloth shoes, waved repeatedly in the direction the train had departed, as if only in this way could she express her terrible feelings. Watching the train recede into the distance, large tears streamed down her face like a thunderstorm. People around her watched the beautiful girl cry, but no one offered comfort; such scenes were all too common at the station. However, those who were happy mostly had the same reasons, while those who were crying each had their own. For Zhao Qian'er, the departure of this person, closer than her own brother, was an unparalleled blow.
Zhao Xiaoyao's soul watched his beloved Qian'er weep, secretly heartbroken. He drifted to her side, his rough, calloused hands gently trying to wipe away her hot tears, but accidentally pierced through her head. Qian'er, seeing her
own tears, was astonished to see her brother Xiaoyao looking at her, trying to wipe her tears. Forgetting her own sobs, she rushed to Zhao Xiaoyao's arms, only to see his hand pass right through her head. In that instant, Qian'er felt as if she had died, a death of unparalleled happiness, for it was Xiaoyao's embrace.
"Brother Xiaoyao, Qian'er is so happy! Did you come to see me?" Through tear-filled eyes, Zhao Qian'er looked at the seemingly blurry yet clear Zhao Xiaoyao before her.
"Qian'er, be good. Brother's leaving now. Take good care of yourself. If you can't handle anything, go find my brother, or my friend, Brother Dahai. Or if you have any girl's problems, you can go find my mother, okay? Don't worry about me, I'll make a lot of money and come back to marry you." Zhao Xiaoyao didn't know if Zhao Qian'er could hear him, but he still whispered his innermost thoughts in her ear.
"I will, Brother Xiaoyao. Your Qian'er isn't so easily defeated." Although Zhao Qian'er couldn't hear what Zhao Xiaoyao was saying, seeing his hazy yet clear face and his lips moving constantly, she guessed it was a message. She nodded involuntarily. When she looked up, the sky was cloudless, and the air seemed exceptionally fragrant. Zhao Qian'er clenched her fists tightly, as if she had made a decision, and turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey... wake up!" Before Zhao Xiaoyao could even regain his senses, a fashionable woman suddenly appeared beside him, vigorously patting his shoulder.
By the time Zhao Xiaoyao finally regained control of his body, he felt his shoulder was about to break.
"Auntie... what's wrong? You're almost breaking this kid!" Zhao Xiaoyao turned his head helplessly, his eyes lighting up instantly, but he still asked teasingly.
"Auntie? You brat, you think I look like an auntie? How do I look like an auntie? Huh? Tell me!" The woman finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhao Xiaoyao had been woken up. Then, hearing that Zhao Xiaoyao had actually called her "auntie," she immediately flew into a rage.
"Oh, this lady?" Zhao Xiaoyao looked at the woman who was about to explode and asked with a grin.
"Auntie??????" Wu Xin felt a wave of dizziness, her eyes widening even further.
"Oh, no, no, I should say, beautiful sister, what serious business do you have with me? Do you need to be looking at me with those tender, white hands?" Zhao Xiaoyao felt wronged, so he quickly asked in his gentlest tone. Although the last sentence was spoken in a low voice, everyone within two meters couldn't help but hear it.
"You're asking for it! You brat, say that again!" Wu Xin felt she was about to explode. This guy actually said she was looking at him with affection.
"This...that...sister...you..." Zhao Xiaoyao saw that the beautiful woman opposite him seemed about to kill him. If looks could kill, he'd probably be completely humiliated. He stammered, not knowing what to say.
"Say it, you brat, you're lucky to have met me. Come sit here!" Wu Xin looked at Zhao Xiaoyao, who was so frightened he couldn't speak, and felt both angry and amused. She gestured to her seat.
Zhao Xiaoyao didn't know what this woman wanted to do, but since she was a beautiful woman, he figured she wouldn't do anything outrageous. So, when Wu Xin told him to sit down, he jumped up as if possessed, sitting right next to her. A woman's unique fragrance wafted over, and the warm sensation of her legs against her silk stockings was incredibly comfortable. Zhao Xiaoyao couldn't help but gently rub against her a few times.
Wu Xin was startled by Zhao Xiaoyao's appearance. This guy, the moment she told him to sit down, he jumped over and sat right next to her. His distinctive body odor wafted over, making her feel uncomfortable, mixed with a strange fragrance, and she even felt slightly hot.
"Get over here, why are you so close?" Wu Xin felt her voice tremble slightly, but her feminine reserve allowed her to finish the sentence.
Zhao Xiaoyao seemed not to hear what she was saying. The slightly warm female stockings made him feel like he was playing with fire, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Wu Xin clearly noticed Zhao Xiaoyao's embarrassment. She struggled to her feet, straddled his legs, and sat down by the window, turning her head away from him. If it weren't for the blush on her face and the smile at the corner of her mouth, one would think she was angry.
Zhao Xiaoyao felt he should say something, but he didn't know what to say. The awkward atmosphere gradually dissipated with the rumble of the train.
Just as Zhao Xiaoyao was feeling drowsy, he heard a series of sounds beside him. He looked up to search for the source of the sounds. However, he couldn't find anything from near to far, yet the sounds continued to come from beside him. Turning his head, he saw that wicked woman clutching her stomach, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead like pearls. Zhao Xiaoyao quickly steadied her, patted her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"..."
"Are you alright? What's wrong? Are you having an attack? I'll call a doctor for you, you wait here!" Zhao Xiaoyao tried to stand up, but was pulled back down.
"You...you...don't go, I'm...I'm fine..." Wu Xin truly felt like she was about to die; the cramping pain in her stomach made her bangs wet.
"How come you're alright? Your stomach hurts so much you're sweating, and you say you're fine? Tell me, I'll go call a doctor." Zhao Xiaoyao got annoyed by this kind of pretentious person. Just do what you want, calling a doctor would solve everything, wouldn't it? His voice rose, waking up the aunt next to him.
"Girl, what's wrong?" a kind aunt asked.
Wu Xin blushed but didn't answer.
"What's wrong with you? Say something! Why are you pretending like this?" Zhao Xiaoyao was even angrier. If you weren't sitting next to me, I wouldn't even bother with you.
"I...I...I got my period." Her voice was very low, almost inaudible. After saying that, Wu Xin felt all her strength drain away and collapsed towards the window. Zhao Xiaoyao reacted quickly, catching her to prevent her head from hitting the window. Suddenly, he released her, and Wu Xin fell down again. Zhao Xiaoyao thought, "I'd better save her first." He pulled Wu Xin into his arms again.
With her soft, warm body in his embrace, Zhao Xiaoyao paid no attention to the sensations. He touched Wu Xin's forehead; it was icy cold.
"You're sick. Wait a minute, I'll get you something." Zhao Xiaoyao said, straightening Wu Xin's body so she could comfortably lean back in her seat. Then he bent down, took out his bag from under the seat, and pulled out a clean, thick plastic bag before leaving.
A moment later, Zhao Xiaoyao returned, holding the bulging plastic bag.
"Here, press this against your lower abdomen." Zhao Xiaoyao handed her the plastic bag.
"You...you...turn around." Wu Xin felt her face burning with embarrassment. Even her previous boyfriends had never done this, yet this boy she'd just met, whose name she didn't even know, had done it so earnestly. She wondered if he was angry about how loud she'd spoken earlier.
"Okay...okay, turn around!" Wu Xin said softly.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, it's nothing. I think anyone would be moved by a beauty like you. Besides, I'm relieved you're alright. After all, it's still a dozen hours of driving, and it'll be boring without anyone to talk to." Zhao Xiaoyao felt he had done something insignificant.
"What's your name? My name is Wu Xin." Wu Xin felt it was impolite, but she had no choice. How could she thank him later if she didn't even know his name?
"Wu Xin? What a nice name, just as beautiful as you." Zhao Xiaoyao said excitedly. "Are you feeling better? This method was taught to me by my mother. I've never used it before, and I was thinking of using it when I found a girlfriend. I didn't expect to actually use it today." Zhao Xiaoyao looked at Wu Xin's blushing face and couldn't help but want to tease her.
"Ah? You don't have a girlfriend yet?" Wu Xin asked in surprise. How could a boy as outstanding as him not have a girlfriend? Strange!
"What's the big deal? I'm from the countryside, and I'm poor. What girl would even want me?" As he spoke, a hint of sadness flickered in Zhao Xiaoyao's eyes, then vanished. However, the middle-aged woman opposite him noticed this. From the beginning, the woman had been observing the young couple. At first, she thought they knew each other, which explained why Zhao Xiaoyao had acted like an experienced woman when he saw the girl was menstruating. However, it wasn't until they exchanged names that they realized they were complete strangers. The fact that he was doing all this for a woman he didn't know, and who hadn't even been angry after her earlier harsh words, revealed the helplessness in the boy's eyes."Hehe, thank you, Auntie. I see you have an outstanding presence and are well-dressed. You can't be some nobody
, can you?" Zhao Xiaoyao was instantly amazed by the striking presence of the middle-aged woman opposite him, especially her breasts, which stretched her clothes high as if they were about to burst out. "I'm not some big shot. I just make a little money." The middle-aged woman was surprised that Zhao Xiaoyao could see this in her, and that his clear eyes were fixed on her, making her feel slightly hot, as if an electric current was flowing through her. She wondered why she didn't stop him.
"Hehe, I didn't know you were a boss, Auntie. You really have an extraordinary presence. My name is Zhao Xiaoyao. What about you, sister?"
"Hehehe, you little devil, trying to take advantage of me indirectly. I'm almost forty and you still call me sister. I guess my mother is about the same age." She rolled her eyes and glared at Zhao Xiaoyao, neither objecting to his words nor admitting it.
“Then I’ll call you ‘sister’ from now on, and you can just call me Xiaoyao. Oh, sister, you haven’t told me your name yet?” Zhao Xiaoyao, being the person he was, knew things were going well as soon as the beautiful woman didn’t object, so he quickly called her “sister.
” “Little rascal, don’t talk nonsense. You should look at your little sister next to you. You should go all the way. There aren’t many people like you in this society these days.” The beautiful woman clearly agreed, but then changed the subject, leaving Zhao Xiaoyao puzzled. However, he had no idea what the beautiful woman was thinking at that moment.
Zhao Xiaoyao turned his head and looked at Wu Xin beside him. Good heavens, Wu Xin had actually fallen asleep in the short time. He reached out and quietly touched the water bag. It was already a bit cold. He should change it. Sigh, why did she have to go on such a long trip? Really. Zhao Xiaoyao thought to himself. But there’s a difference between men and women, so how could he take it out? Seeing how soundly she was sleeping, he decided not to wake her. He looked up at the middle-aged beautiful woman, but saw that she was looking down as if she was thinking about something, so he didn’t want to disturb her.
So, Zhao Xiaoyao gently placed his hand on the water bag and slowly pulled it out. He saw the other person's navel, like a pearl embedded there, on their lower abdomen. Zhao Xiaoyao's body seemed to instantly ignite, his gaze seemingly piercing through the skin. He quickly muttered "relax" to himself, lest he do something unseemly. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it almost made Zhao Xiaoyao lose all composure. He then gently lowered the other person's hem and turned to leave. However, Zhao Xiaoyao didn't see the other person's flushed face and uneven breathing, which seemed to reveal something.

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