[The Little Rascal's Awakening of Insects] (XI) Xiumei's Choice

Shiyi Xiumei's Choice
Wang Li's face had been downcast ever since he entered the house, flipping through a reference newspaper with a loud rustling sound.
"Who upset you now? Your face is as pale as water."
Wang Li glanced at Lin Jie with annoyance and continued flipping through the newspaper.
"Have you been having bad luck with your hands these past few days?"
Wang Li hesitated, but still didn't speak.
"Let me tell you, if you can't control yourself, this family will be ruined sooner or later."
"It's all because of your damn mouth!" Wang Li finally couldn't help but stand up and yell.
Lin Jie saw his face change drastically and swallowed the words she was about to say. Wang Li didn't vent his anger, but slammed
the newspaper on the table, sulking. The two didn't speak for the entire evening. After dinner, Lin Jie turned on the TV,
cracking sunflower seeds while staring at the black and white screen. Wang Li was like a fox trapped in a cage, standing up
and sitting down repeatedly. He would light a cigarette, only to put it out after a few puffs. Lin ignored him, engrossed in watching
Mitsuo and Sachiko on TV. Wang Li stared at her, wanting to speak several times but then angrily shut his mouth. When the TV series ended, Lin got up
to wash and prepare for bed. She glanced at Wang Li sitting in the chair, his face still gloomy.
"Aren't you going out today?"
Wang Li looked at Lin but didn't answer. "Did you tell Chengzi about what I told you?"
"What?"
"The extra money for meals!"
"It's not like she owes you anything. Besides, Chengzi doesn't eat here every day."
"Nonsense, you have to pay every time you eat here!"
"She did pay, didn't she?"
"Why the hell are you siding with outsiders? Have you fallen for that scoundrel?"
"Wang Li!" Lin wanted to yell, but knowing it was getting late, she lowered her voice. "I'm not
arguing with you. Go earn your own money if you're so capable."
"Fuck! Do you think I'm broke? Fuck!" Wang Li clenched his fists so tightly they seemed about to bleed
; the anger he'd been holding back all night finally exploded.
He strode into the inner room, grabbed Lin Jie who was making the bed, and slapped her across the face.
Lin Jie was hit on the bed, her cheek burning with pain, her mind reeling.
"You! You hit me..." She covered her face, tears streaming down her face.
"I fucking hit you! So what? Fuck! You think I can't earn money! Go find someone who can! You fucking
sell your cunt and you'll get money! Fuck!"
Wang Li yelled, lunging at Lin Jie like a madman to tear off her pants. Lin Jie clung tightly to her
pants, but against the mad dog-like Wang Li, she seemed powerless; her lower body was quickly stripped naked. Wang
Li pulled her off the bed, flipped her over, and pressed her firmly against the edge of the bed. He pulled out his penis and thrust it between her legs. Lin Jie
writhed in agony like a fish stranded on shore, but her body felt alien. No matter how much she
struggled, it was futile. Wang Li's frenzied hand seemed to be crushing her; with each struggle,
the pain intensified. Finally, she stopped struggling, accepting
Wang Li's brutality just as she had accepted the marriage. She could only cover her face, enduring the pain in her lower body, trying not to cry out.
Wang Li gripped his penis and thrust it forcefully against Lin Jie's dry vaginal opening. The difficult, intense friction was also
painful for him. "Damn it! Fuck!" he cursed, pushing even harder. With a sudden, choked moan from Lin Jie's nose
, his penis finally slid inside. He gritted his teeth and began to thrust with difficulty, but looking at
Sister Lin trembling beneath him, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched upwards, a strong, twisted pleasure coursing through him.
"Let you fucking say that! I'll fuck you to death!"
Perhaps the pleasure was too intense, he couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her after only a few thrusts.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed sullenly, pulled up his pants, walked to the wardrobe, opened the small drawer inside, took out some money,
stuffed it into his pocket, slammed the door, and left.
Sister Lin slumped to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes with a thud. Her whole body felt empty,
the scene just now replaying in her mind like a movie clip. No matter how much she tried to stop, those images,
accompanied by the faint pain in her lower body, just wouldn't go away. She covered her face and sobbed for a while before her emotions slowly returned to
calm. She struggled to stand up, took some toilet paper from the bedside table, tore off a piece, wiped the filth from her genitals, put on
her pants, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed. In the darkness, she slowly stopped crying, and the turmoil in her mind gradually
subsided. She began to think about many things: her first love, the sweet and innocent days;
her brief but beautiful life with Wang Li right after their marriage; Xiao Jie's birth… Finally, she thought of Sun Cheng, and smiled faintly, but immediately
the scene from before flashed back into her mind. She couldn't help but tremble, becoming much more alert. All around was pitch black,
and the outside was eerily quiet, without a sound. She opened her eyes, closed them again, and opened them again, with no difference.
Sun Cheng was much luckier than Xu Liang. He not only saw Yingzi's anus, but he even licked it.
The light in the room was neither too bright nor too dim, illuminating the two of them clearly. Sun Cheng and Yingzi were naked and cuddled together, whispering
and laughing intimately. Sun Cheng had Yingzi lie down with her legs spread apart, and he used his hands to lift Yingzi's hips up to his
face.
"You pervert…" Yingzi scolded with a smile.
"Stop fooling around, we're doing serious business."
"So this is what a hooligan's serious business is."
"You're right, little girl. I'll write a novel about women's cunts and assholes someday."
"I'll definitely get Lei Zi to arrest you."
"Damn, this is sex education, understand? Silly girl."
Yingzi smiled and stopped talking. Her private parts were completely exposed under the light, gleaming with a captivating light. Her freshly
washed vulva even faintly exuded fragrance, a tuft of fine, soft hair like luxurious black silk. That
beautiful slit was shyly parted in front of Sun Cheng's eyes, like a mesmerizing gaze. Sun Cheng stared intently
at Yingzi's asshole, small and exquisite, reserved and shy, just like Yingzi's face at this moment. Sun Cheng looked at the asshole,
then at Yingzi.
"Are you done yet?"
"I'm asking you." Sun Cheng said seriously. "Why do you think a woman's vagina and anus are both hidden inside
her buttocks?"
Yingzi looked at Sun Cheng's serious expression and couldn't help but giggle. "Calling you a hooligan is no exaggeration
. Everyone else is working overtime to achieve the Four Modernizations. You, on the other hand, are working overtime to study anal holes
. Tell me, if we meet again in twenty years, what will you say? I'll say I've made great achievements in anal hole research."
"You don't know anything. This is, this is sex science. Maybe we can even publish a paper
and win a Nobel Prize someday."
"You might not win a Nobel Prize, but you'll definitely win a Confucius Prize, hehe."
"Confucius Prize? What does that mean?" Sun Cheng didn't understand. "Where the hell is there a Confucius Prize?"
Yingzi covered her mouth with a pillow and laughed, and Sun Cheng suddenly understood.
"Alright, you female hooligan, how dare you be disrespectful to the sage. Let me teach your little hole a lesson for Old Confucius."
With that, the two of them giggled and twisted into a ball, rolling around on the bed. Twisting and rolling, skin touching skin, desire
flowed from their hearts like glue, sticking their two young naked bodies together. Somehow, they were now upside
down, yet suddenly felt an indescribable excitement, and began to lick and suck each other's genitals. Sun Cheng hooked his arms around Yingzi's buttocks,
burying his face between her legs, feeling a surge of passion. He was not only licking and kissing Yingzi's vulva, but
his own penis was also being sucked by Yingzi with a tingling, pleasurable sensation. His mind was a jumble of branches,
overwhelmed by pleasure from both ends. A series of sensations traveled from Yingzi's tongue to the head of his penis, then spread
throughout his body, finally converging in his brain. Sun Cheng's hair stood on end, his tongue like a powerful spring pulsating on Yingzi's clitoris
and all the sensitive areas, causing Yingzi's legs to contract incessantly, emitting soft
moans. Sun Cheng hugged her, stretched his neck, and tried to lick Yingzi's anus with his tongue.
Yingzi was startled, and her anus retracted like a mimosa. Sun Cheng was delighted, found the right spot, and
began to lick Yingzi's entire area, gripping her buttocks. Yingzi was licked until she felt weak all over; that once ugly and dirty place now
excited her so much, bringing her unbearable pleasure. Suddenly, a surge of emotion coursed through her, and with a blissful moan,
Yingzi grabbed Sun Cheng's buttocks with both hands, her whole body contracting forcefully. A stream of love juice flowed from her small opening, which Sun
Cheng licked clean. Sun Cheng looked at Yingzi's heaving movements beneath him, feeling as sweet as if he had drunk honey, but his buttocks ached slightly
.
"You little wench, you're pinching me again!" Sun Cheng said, while stroking his own buttocks.
"Hehe..."
"Still fucking laughing! Watch how I fuck you!"
With that, Sun Cheng leaned over, his cock automatically aiming at Yingzi's wet hole and effortlessly thrusting inside. Yingzi's body
trembled, biting her lower lip, her eyes wide as she looked at Sun Cheng, her face flushed with boundless love and allure
. Sun Cheng felt that Yingzi's eyes were like clear water, rippling with a light that captivated him. He suddenly wanted to blurt out
what was on his mind, but just as the words were about to leave his lips, he changed his mind.
"You fucking slut!"
The blush on Yingzi's face immediately disappeared, she stared at Sun Cheng, and didn't say anything.
"Fuck your fucking slut!" Sun Cheng continued, thrusting even harder.
"Fuck your fucking slut! Sun Cheng!" Yingzi suddenly glared and said.
"You dare talk back? I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!"
"Fuck your mother's cunt!"
Sun Cheng's thrusts became more and more violent. "Slut!"
"You filthy scoundrel!"
"Slut!"
"You filthy scoundrel! You filthy scoundrel! Your mother's cunt..." Yingzi's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She began to hit
Sun Cheng, slapping his shoulders hard.
Sun Cheng pretended to be indifferent, enduring the pain and continuing to fuck Yingzi, but no longer uttering any more words.
Yingzi turned her face to the side, closed her eyes, as if her whole body had no reaction to Sun Cheng.
"Fuck!" After a while, Sun Cheng finally couldn't help but curse. He left Yingzi's body, his penis erect, and
circled around the room looking for a cigarette. He put the cigarette in his mouth, but the match in his hand wouldn't light. "Fuck! Fuck the fuck!"
He saw Yingzi on the bed starting to get dressed. "Damn, what's wrong with you now? You were fine just a moment ago."
Yingzi didn't speak or look at him, put on her clothes, and walked out of the house.
"Damn!" Sun Cheng slammed his cigarette to the ground, then suddenly slapped himself.
Xiumei rode her bike past the art academy after work and saw a group of people gathered at the entrance, so she got off and went over. These
past few days, she had been thinking about Xiao Zhong. Ever since the police confiscated her guitar, whether or not she could get it back,
she didn't want Xiao Zhong to sing on the street anymore. But what could possibly keep him from doing that? Xiumei, holding her bike
, saw a notice on the wall. It turned out that the art academy was going to start a night school and was recruiting students from the general public. She thought that maybe this was a
way to get Xiao Zhong onto the right path; he had liked drawing and painting when he was little.
"Hello, are you here to register too?"
Xiumei turned around at the sound of the voice and saw a tall, thin man with a big beard standing behind her with a smile.
"Ah, yes, oh, no." She was shy and at a loss for words.
"Is it really so? Haha, you're quite interesting. Let me introduce myself, Zheng Haitao,
a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts."
Xiumei timidly extended her hand and shook his.
"Are you here to register?"
"No, I want to register for my brother."
"Oh, I see. How's his foundation?"
"He's alright. Actually..." Xiumei hesitated.
"What's wrong? He doesn't want to?"
"No, no, I haven't asked him yet."
"Well, if you're not in a hurry, why don't you come to my office for a proper talk? I
happen to be in charge of this. Maybe I can help."
Seeing his enthusiastic attitude, Xiumei nodded and followed Zheng Haitao to his office. As soon as she entered,
the room full of sketches, oil paintings, and plaster casts immediately dazzled Xiumei. It was the first time in her life that she had entered an artist's office
and seen so many paintings.
"It's a studio and office, a bit messy, don't mind." Zheng Haitao took a chair and placed it in front of Xiumei.
"No, no, no, not messy, very, very..." Xiumei couldn't find the right adjective for a moment, and lowered her head somewhat awkwardly
.
"Haha, thank you. You're the first person to say my place isn't messy. Looks like you know a lot about art."
"I don't know much, really, I just like looking at things."
"Oh? That's great, then you're practically a kindred spirit. What kind of paintings do you like?"
"Me? I can't really say, I just like anything that looks good."
"Then what do you think of my paintings?" Zheng Haitao pointed to the paintings on the wall.
"Good, very good!"
Zheng Haitao smiled as he looked Xiumei up and down. "You're very down-to-earth. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."
"Zhong Xiumei."
"Same down-to-earth name. What do you do for a living?"
"I'm just an ordinary worker." "
Hey, how can you say ordinary? If we're talking about ordinary, then everyone is ordinary, including me. Our whole
society is made up of millions of ordinary people. Besides, workers are the most important
component in achieving the Four Modernizations. Without you workers wholeheartedly contributing to our country, the Four
Modernizations and Communism would absolutely not be achieved. Don't you agree?"
"You're right."
"Look, we already know each other. If you have any difficulties, just tell me. See if I can help
you."
Xiumei looked up at Zheng Haitao, composed herself, and said, "My brother is actually a good kid, just a little mischievous
. He used to love drawing. Since my mother passed away, my father and I have been busy with work, so we haven't been able to supervise him
as much. Actually, he's very obedient."
"I understand. You want him to learn art so he won't cause trouble outside."
Xiumei nodded. "But..."
"Just tell me what's wrong. I think we're friends now, right? Actually, if your brother
really loves drawing, I'd be happy to teach him. Maybe he'll
become a great painter someday."
"Thank you so much!" Xiumei said gratefully. "But, but the tuition is a bit... I
can't afford it right now..."
"Oh, I see." Zheng Haitao lowered his head and thought for a moment. "How about this, since I've already said we
're friends, I'll give you a favor and halve the tuition. What do you think?"
"Really?" Xiumei couldn't believe her ears.
"Of course it's true, I guarantee it with my integrity."
"I, I really don't know what to say." Xiumei was a little excited and stood up to bow deeply to Zheng Haitao
.
"But there's one thing, I must see your brother's paintings first. Have him draw a few in the next few days and bring them to me
. If I think he has a foundation and is promising, I'll teach him." "
Okay, okay, I'll have him draw as soon as I get back. Thank you so much, Teacher Zheng!"
"Alright, problem solved. Look, it's still early, let's chat a bit, okay?"
"Won't that take up your time?"
"No, no, I have plenty of time. Xiumei, do you like painting yourself?"
"Yes, actually, I wanted to be a painter when I was little. But I don't want to anymore."
"Why?"
"I don't have time. I have to work, and I have to take care of my brother. My dad works the night shift every day, so… But as long as
my brother is successful, then all my hard work won't have been in vain."
"You're such a good sister. Here's something I can do that might help you."
"Help me? But you've already helped me." Xiumei asked, puzzled.
"Here's the thing, I have a job for you. If you're willing to do it, I guarantee not only
will your brother's tuition be waived, but you'll also earn money. Of course, it'll be in your spare time."
"Really? I'll do it!" Xiu Mei excitedly agreed without hesitation. She never expected
to meet such a benefactor today.
"But you don't know what kind of job it is yet?"
"Anything, as long as it can put Xiao Zhong on the right path, I'll do it!"
Zheng Haitao nodded with a smile, "What a good sister you are." After saying that, he got up and
took out two picture books from the pile of books on the table.
"These are oil paintings about ancient Greek mythology, all painted by Western artists. Take a look."
Xiu Mei took the books and looked at the cover, her face immediately turning red. The cover showed a naked Western woman with long blonde hair
standing on a seashell. Although her hands covered her sensitive areas, one fair breast was still
exposed. Xiu Mei blushed with embarrassment and didn't even have the courage to open the book. She sat awkwardly in the chair, not knowing
what to do.
"Xiumei, do you know this painting?"
Xiumei shook her head.
"This is the Birth of Venus painted by Botticelli, a master of the Renaissance. You don't need to be shy; it
's art. You shouldn't have any resistance or aversion to it."
"No, no, I know it's art..."
"Look, in the painting, Venus, the goddess of love, is born from the Aegean Sea, standing
on a seashell that resembles a blooming flower, while the wind god blows her to the shore." Zheng Haitao sat down, his expression solemn and earnest as he pointed to the painting in the book
and explained it to Xiumei. "And on the shore, the goddess of spring is holding a garment woven from the stars in the sky to welcome Venus.
And look, Venus's face is full of girlish shyness and longing for the future. Botticelli used
his superb painting skills to depict this painting as beautiful as a poem, thus leaving
a precious spiritual legacy for all mankind."
Listening to his words and looking at the words in the book, Xiumei seemed to have lessened her shyness considerably. Zheng Haitao then
opened the book and explained the painting to her in detail, page by page. As Xiumei listened, her eyes lingered on the
naked men and women in various poses in the book, unconsciously conjuring up poignant myths in her mind. Zheng
Haitao spoke for a while, then straightened up and sat a little further away from her.
"I know why you blushed earlier. Actually, Xiumei, do you know? The human body is actually the most
beautiful and purest art in the world. Just like you, haven't you realized you're like Venus in the book? Young, beautiful, shy,
innocent."
His words made Xiumei blush again and lower her head.
"I'm telling the truth, I swear on my integrity. Xiumei, you possess the most beautiful thing in the world. But
tragically, in our country, such beauty is seen as ugly, as sinful. Our culture
was once the most brilliant in the world, but now, what do we have left? A bunch of walking corpses!" Zheng Haitao said,
slamming his hand on the table in anger.
"Teacher Zheng, please don't be angry. I understand what you're saying."
"Take you for example, if it weren't for the Gang of Four, if it weren't for the Cultural Revolution, perhaps you would already be an
outstanding painter!" Zheng Haitao continued indignantly. "But look at yourself now! Sigh,
how many talented people in our country are being wasted like this! I showed you these best and most famous art forms in the world,
thinking you would appreciate them, but I didn't expect..." "
Teacher Zheng, actually, I... I was just not used to it. After your explanation, I think these really are
the best art forms."
"I didn't mean to blame you, Xiumei, don't misunderstand. It's really not your fault. It's just the fault of
our era. Although we've already reformed and opened up, there are still many people whose minds are rigid and
feudal."
"You're right. Just the other day, my brother and some friends were singing at the entrance of the alley, and the police confiscated
their guitars, saying they were singing decadent music."
"What bastards! What era are we living in! Do these people still want us to dance the loyalty dance every day? Talking about these
things makes me so angry. Never mind, I won't say anymore."
"Yes, Teacher Zheng, you're a good person, don't be angry."
"Don't be angry, I don't care about those people. Come, let me show you my painting."
Xiu Mei listened intently to Zheng Haitao talking about his paintings and his pursuit of art, and couldn't help but feel
a surge of admiration. Especially his resolute beard and angular face, which
stirred something within Xiu Mei. She couldn't help but turn her face away to look elsewhere.
"Are you listening to me, Xiu Mei?"
"I am listening, I am listening."
"Beauty has no boundaries, and so does art. Those who dedicate themselves to art are the most worthy of respect and admiration
. Look." Zheng Haitao took out a figure sketch from behind a pile of paintings. "Look, Xiu Mei, this
is my work."
Xiu Mei looked at the painting of a woman about her age, naked and reclining, her hands stroking her long, black
hair, her beautiful breasts as lustrous as autumn fruit. Between her crossed legs was a dark patch of covering
. Xiu Mei's heart pounded. She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin.
"What do you think?"
"Good, good..."
"This is one of my models, a college student, very beautiful. Being a nude model is her part-time job.
Like you, she loved art since childhood, but her family objected, so she had to study something else. But do you know what she
said? 'If I can't study art, then I will become a part of art.' She did it. I think she
's simply the embodiment of beauty. What do you say, Xiumei?"
"Yes, you're right, Teacher Zheng. She is indeed very beautiful, I admire her very much."
"Come, Xiumei." Zheng Haitao pulled Xiumei back to the table and sat her down. "You are even more beautiful than her
. If you waste the beauty that God has given you, that would truly be a crime."
"Teacher Zheng, what...what are you trying to say?" Xiumei instinctively clutched her collar.
"You just said you'd do anything for your brother. Okay, now I'm telling you, be my
nude model, okay? That way, not only will I waive all your brother's tuition fees, but more importantly,
I can turn you into a work of art, a work of art that everyone will admire."
Xiu Mei looked at Zheng Haitao, whose eyes were gleaming, her head buzzing.
(To be continued)

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