【Cold River Snow】(Part Ten, Chapter Forty)

40: "We understand your feelings and we are well aware of your righteous indignation, but your methods
are wrong. The country needs you, it needs you to study hard and strive hard. All fronts of the motherland are waiting for you
to build them. What you should do is go back to school, back to the classroom, and learn theoretical knowledge well and thoroughly. You
are dissatisfied with our work, and on behalf of the municipal party committee and government, I apologize to you. However, you cannot go on strike and protest.
Today's society is not the old society, and today's era is not the old Kuomintang era. Our country is developing rapidly
, and our cause is progressing steadily." "Of course, there will be twists and turns on the road ahead, and of course, there will be various obstacles. It
's not that we haven't tried; we are not from the old Kuomintang faction. We will definitely strive to correct
our mistakes, and we will definitely answer your questions about all sorts of problems with our redoubled efforts. So, students, please
go back and do what you should do. Don't believe the rumors, don't listen to the provocations. Turn your enthusiasm
into motivation for learning, and use it to better serve society and the people. Okay?"
Zhao Jinghang, the Party Secretary of the Prefectural Committee, shouted hoarsely through a loudspeaker from the third-floor platform of Wenyin Pavilion,
urging them on. A massive procession of students from ten universities in Fuzhou City gathered at various intersections around Wenyin Pavilion from all directions
. They were responding to the call of the Beijing Students' Federation to hold a nationwide university parade today. At this moment,
not only in Fuzhou, but across the country, from Beijing to Shanghai, from Tianjin to Chongqing, nearly a million university students walked
out of their campuses. They were passionate and fervent, earnestly believing the nation was in peril.
Like their predecessors from the May Fourth Movement, they took the affairs of the world as their own responsibility, demanding a response from the state.
Meanwhile, I, along with the faculty and staff of the Teachers' College, was awkwardly trying to persuade students
to heed the municipal committee's call and return to the classroom, standing beneath the Wenyin Pavilion.
Unbeknownst to me, at that very moment, on the third-floor balcony of the Wenyin Pavilion, a
tense debate was brewing.
The persuasion continued until 5 PM, when the students finally softened under the influence of various parties.
Some stubborn students, however, stubbornly persisted, and someone, in a bizarre move, brought their parents
. As a result, these children received a severe scolding from their parents and sheepishly dispersed.
Several groups of teachers were invited by the municipal committee to eat noodles at Old Cao's Noodle Shop downstairs in the Municipal Union Shopping Mall,
and then they too went home.
I dragged my weary body back to the old house. The door was still closed; Yanqiu was probably still working overtime at the municipal party committee meeting
. I wondered if he'd be back tonight. I lit the old coal stove and boiled a kettle of water.
I took a shower and went to bed—I was just too exhausted!
In the middle of the night, I woke up, choked by the smoke filling the room. I looked up and saw Yanqiu hunched over
the old table by the window, smoking silently.
It was late spring; the days were warm, but the mornings and evenings were still chilly. I got up and took his
coat from the bench and draped it over him. He didn't look up, but reached out and took my hand from behind, which was resting on his shoulder. He
gently stroked my hand with one hand, while the other held a cigarette, letting the smoke swirl around him.
"What's wrong? It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you asleep? You'll probably be busy tomorrow. Why are you sitting
here smoking, all alone? Don't you care about your health?"
I scolded him. He pulled me into his arms from behind. He stubbled his cigarette in the ashtray. Turning around,
he hugged me and kissed me hard.
His stubble stung my face, and I could feel his obvious displeasure. I lifted my head to meet
his lips, kissing him tenderly. His beard was stiff and unruly. His eyes were
dark-rimmed with fatigue.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't ask, go to sleep. There are some things I can't say!"
He lifted me up, swaying slightly as he walked to the bedside, set me down, and kissed my face, my eyes,
my nose, my lips.
I eagerly responded with my tongue, but he didn't seem so eager, just kissing quietly,
seemingly absent-minded.
I was aroused by his kisses, and I rolled over, pushed him down, and climbed on top of him. I unbuckled his hempen military
trousers, pulled off his clothes, and reached for his penis, but it was still limp.
I was really desperate. I stuck out my tongue and licked his chest and nipples, but there was still no
reaction down there. I simply slid down and took his penis into my mouth.
His peaceful penis slid around in my mouth like soap. My tongue, as nimble as a snake, circled
the glans. My lips tightly enveloped his penis, moving up and down, making "slurp, slurp"
sounds like eating an ice pop that echoed in the room, arousing waves of heat and discomfort in my lower body.
But no matter how hard I tried, his penis remained as limp as a quiet silkworm. And what
annoyed me even more was that Yanqiu was already snoring wearily; he had fallen asleep…!

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