Remembering the First Woman in My Life (The Story of the Cowherd and Sister Ling) (01) [Author: Unknown]

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********** 　　... 　　Uncle F's expression gradually darkened. 　　I could only lead the two cows further and further away, and that's how I ran into Sister Ling. 　　Actually, Sister Ling's husband, Da Jun, and my cousin had been childhood friends since they were kids, and we 　　knew each other well. When 　　Sister Ling's child was about to be weaned, Da Jun let her herd cattle. To avoid being lonely, we kept each other company. 　　Gradually, she would come to the fish shed every day to invite me, sometimes bringing me snacks. 　　Sister Ling got married not long after graduating from high school; it seemed she had good grades before. It was said that she 　　married Da Jun, whose family was relatively well-off, so that her younger brother could go to school. I never imagined that our fates would be so 　　similar, and that we would share many interests. During the most depressing time of my life, a book called "Ordinary World" profoundly 　　influenced and inspired me. Sister Ling also loved this book very much, and we excitedly discussed the characters in the novel. Sometimes , 　　a profound resonance in our lives can make us gaze at each other in silence for a long time, until the sun sets... We became 　　inseparable friends. 　　To feed our three cows, we went to a long riverbank far away every day. At the end of the river was a small 　　reservoir. It was said that the small village below the dam was inhabited by former leprosy patients, so the area was sparsely populated, 　　but the riverbank was very lush with aquatic plants. So, every morning we led the cows there and returned 　　home in the evening, their bellies bulging, and Uncle F was happy too. 　　Although she needed to be weaned, Sister Ling still had plenty of milk, and I saw her chest wet every day. I wondered 　　if it was painful when her milk came in. I saw her fidgeting when her milk came in. Later, she simply lifted her clothes and expressed milk by hand, no longer avoiding 　　my gaze. I was very embarrassed by her sudden action. 　　"Could you do me a favor?" Sister Ling looked at me with pleading eyes. 　　"How can I help you?" I tried to look away, but out of the corner of my eye, I could still see 　　the dazzling white light on her chest. 　　"Could you help me express my milk? It's so engorged and painful." 　　"This...isn't that inappropriate?" My heart pounded. 　　"Hehe, what's inappropriate about it? You're helping your sister-in-law." 　　Hehe, thank you everyone for your encouragement. I'll try to type faster! Some emotions still make 　　me feel embarrassed when I recall them. Perhaps only in Happiness Village can I truly express them... 　　Under the shade of the willow tree, Sister Ling sat on the ground, unbuttoning her blouse and generously revealing her 　　two round, snow-white breasts. 　　I nervously looked around the riverbank, not moving for a long time. 　　"No one will come at this time. Come here." 　　I walked over and slowly knelt down in front of her chest, cupping one of her breasts and feeling her pounding 　　heartbeat. A delicate blush immediately rose on Sister Ling's face, her eyes filled with encouragement and expectation. 　　I gently took her purple, grape-like nipple 　　into my mouth, feeling both nervous and shy. I hesitated for a long time, afraid to suckle. Aunt Ling stroked my hair, her natural maternal instincts encouraging me. I opened my mouth and took a deep suck 　　, a sweet liquid filling my mouth. I immediately released her nipple and spat out the milk I had just sucked 　　. 　　"You silly boy, why did you spit it out?" Aunt Ling poked my forehead regretfully. 　　"I'm not your son. Wouldn't it be awkward to swallow it?" 　　"Hehe, you've already suckled my milk anyway, so even if you spit it out, it's still suckling, isn't it?" She grabbed my hand 　　and said with a slightly sly smile. 　　"Breast milk is the most nutritious thing! If it weren't for the baby needing to be weaned, you silly boy wouldn't have gotten such a good deal," 　　Aunt Ling said, her face inadvertently revealing the playful charm of a mature woman, 　　a fatal temptation for a young man. My heart fluttered in the air, and I simply turned around and lay back on her lap, 　　cupping her left breast in my hands and suckling greedily... then the right... 　　In the days that followed, whenever Aunt Ling's breasts became engorged, I would help her suckle. Gradually, I lost my shyness, 　　and my movements became much rougher. Slowly, I was no longer satisfied with the baby-like suckling; I opened my mouth wide, 　　swallowing as much of her breast as possible, while my hands were never idle, often taking the opportunity to play with the other one. Aunt Ling didn't seem to mind; 　　occasionally, I would playfully bite her nipple with my teeth, and she would tap my head, scolding, "You're hurting 　　me!" 　　It seemed that we had begun to have fewer taboos. 　　One midday, Aunt Ling tossed me a piece of chewing gum, muttering something like, "Chewing gum 　　makes kissing more comfortable." (Later, whenever this scene of her seducing me came up, she would pound my chest and deny 　　ever saying that). 　　Then she lay down on the grass under the shade of a tree, and I sat beside her, carefully recalling her words: 　　Did she want me to kiss her? 　　Looking down at her, I saw her eyes were closed, her thin lips like an alluring cherry. 　　I mustered my courage, leaned down, and kissed Aunt Ling's lips. My face burned, and my heart 　　raced. 　　Aunt Ling slowly opened her eyes, looking at me with a strange expression. (At this point, some will surely say 　　I'm making this up—we've already kissed, why describe it so sentimentally? Hehe, it's a story, but the truth is...)

That's how it happened, you can just think of it as me rambling on in a daze. Later, she got up and didn't
say anything more. I was uneasy, trying several times to find a topic to break the awkward silence, but seeing her
face, I couldn't tell if she was happy or sad, and the words I was about to say were swallowed back. We sat there until evening and went home.
The next day, Sister Ling didn't come out.
Did she think I went too far? Should I not have kissed her? Then why did she let me...?
Have I fallen in love with her? These questions kept swirling in my head.
The third day, she still didn't come out.
Had she gone somewhere else? To find the answers to these questions, I decided to go to the village that night
.
Sister Ling's mother-in-law told me that Sister Ling had gone back to her parents' home to help out these past few days.
I breathed a sigh of relief and began to experience the torment of longing for someone for the first time in my life. Two cows were quietly grazing on the riverbank
, and I lay on the grass where Sister Ling had lain a few days earlier, breathing in the fragrance left by her body.
On the morning of the fifth day, Sister Ling came to invite me! I was making breakfast when she, wearing a beige t-shirt,
stood in the sunlight outside the fish shed, her hands behind her back, head tilted, smiling playfully at me. What a
beautiful morning! My goddess of happiness stood in the heart of the water, ripples of bliss
spreading towards me in circles.
As soon as we reached the willow trees on the riverbank, we rolled into a tight embrace, our burning lips pressed together
. She skillfully pried open my teeth with her wet tongue, swirling it in my mouth. The world spun around me;
I felt breathless with happiness. My God, a first kiss is truly wonderful!
It felt like an eternity before we reluctantly parted. Looking into her eyes again, I felt
the initial shyness return.
After calming down, Aunt Ling told me that my kiss that day had been so sudden; she couldn't understand
what her feelings were, and she was terrified of hurting me, leaving her momentarily at a loss. She also told me that
she had missed me constantly during our separation these past few days! Now I didn't care about anything anymore; maybe this was just irresistible
! Another long, passionate kiss revealed our hearts to each other!
I slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, this time touching her tight bra. I wanted to remove this annoying
barrier, but I couldn't quite manage it. Aunt Ling giggled at my impatient look, then deftly unhooked the
bra, her familiar white breasts freed from their restraints,
bouncing merrily in my hands…
Our relationship grew increasingly ambiguous, and I became bolder. We shared long kisses by the quiet riverbank.
Sometimes I would secretly hug her from behind, then knead her breasts through her clothes, shouting, "Aunt Ling,
I want to nurse!" She would then punch me and yell, "Shameless!" Soon it was the sweltering month of July, the weather
hot and humid.
At noon, we drove the three cows into the long river, tied their ropes, and sought refuge in the shade.
There wasn't a breath of wind on the riverbank; the still leaves were practically steaming. We were soaked to the bone and could barely breathe
. Although we could escape the direct sun under the trees, the sweltering heat reflected from the ground made us
restless.
"I want to soak in the water," I said, unable to bear the awful weather any longer. I took off my t-shirt and prepared to jump into the river.
"With this blazing sun, you'll get sunburned!" Aunt Ling grabbed my arm.
Sweat streamed down her face; her t-shirt clung tightly to her body, clearly showing the pattern of her bra
(she had started wearing a bra again after her milk had dried up, haha, adding another step to our intimacy).
"We have to find a way; this is going to kill us!"
"A calm mind brings coolness," Aunt Ling said, wiping the sweat from my body with the towel she had brought.
"Sister-in-law, let me suckle a little more milk; suckling calms me down," I teased her playfully.
"Pah, you little fool, now you've become a hooligan too!"
"It's not like I haven't tried before."
"You're such a shameless little hooligan!" Aunt Ling's face turned bright red, and she kicked me hard.
"Ouch..." I exaggeratedly pretended to be injured and fell to the ground.
"Serves you right! See if you dare to act innocent after getting the benefit?" Even when she was angry, she was playful and charming, so endearing!
I rushed over and kissed her without a second thought...
After a moment of quiet, I suddenly thought of a good place to escape the summer heat. I took Aunt Ling's hand and led her to the nearby
Changhe Bridge.
It was a secluded and cool place, where the river made a bend, and the tall
reeds on both banks formed a natural green barrier at both ends of the bridge. Under the bridge was a
space about five meters long and three meters wide. Even when you got close, you couldn't see what was inside without parting the reeds on both sides. The clear river
water flowed gently through the middle of the bridge. The river was about two meters wide, and the riverbeds on both sides were covered with soft, yellow
sand washed down over the years.
Because it led to the leprosy village, few people or vehicles crossed the bridge.
The bridge blocked the direct sunlight, making it much cooler as we walked in. We were also surprised to find
a large blue stone slab lying on the right side of the riverbed.
"Isn't this a nice spot? We can see our cattle around the corner," I asked Sister Ling proudly.
She pecked me on the cheek as a sign of approval and reward. I threw my undershirt on the blue stone slab
and went into the water. It felt so good; my body felt instantly liberated.
"Sister Ling, you should come in too,"
Sister Ling said, envious of my eagerness. But she was wearing a t-shirt and trousers, with a bra
and underwear underneath. She hesitated for a moment, then looked at me with disappointment and said, "You can swim by yourself. I didn't bring any clothes."
"Oh, just swim in your underwear then," I said, getting a little anxious.
"No, it wouldn't be good if I went home in wet clothes."
"Hehe, why don't you just swim around naked?" I urged her.
"Dream on, you little rascal!" Perhaps she couldn't stand the heat on the shore, and she seemed to be swayed by my words
. I saw Aunt Ling blush; she took a deep breath, made up her mind, and then turned her back to me and started taking off
her clothes.
"Little rascal, don't peek!"
As she "warned" me, she unbuckled her belt, and by the time she reached the bluestone slab, she was completely naked.
Although this was the scene I had always hoped to see, suddenly facing Sister Ling like this,
I, who had been laughing and joking just moments before, suddenly became dumbfounded.
This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's real body in its entirety. Although we had kissed before, and I had even
suckled her breasts, I had never thought about what would happen next. I stood in the water, staring blankly as she
undressed herself piece by piece. Although she had given birth, and the stretch marks on her waist were very clear, her figure
was still well-maintained, with a slender waist and rounded hips... She turned around, and the mysterious
black forest on her lower abdomen burned my pupils like an electric current, almost suffocating me.
"I told you not to look, but you still looked, you shameless person," she said, gently flicking my nose as she came into the water.
Standing beside her naked body, I felt as if I were in a dream, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Don't be nervous," she breathed sweetly at me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her tongue probing my
mouth. My head was buzzing with the sounds of mosquitoes.
Something within me was rapidly swelling, growing hotter and harder, my underwear already digging painfully into it.
"Take it off," Aunt Ling said softly, her hand already grasping my erection underwater.
"Ah!" I felt as if I'd been struck by a powerful electric current, my mind went blank, the gates controlling my surging emotions
collapsed instantly, and in a spasm, the magma of life erupted… My
head, which had been proudly held high just moments before, slumped down like a deflated balloon.
I didn't know what to do; a wave of panic washed over me, the word "impotence" looming like a massive shadow.
"How could this happen?" My heart pounded with tension, confusion, embarrassment, shame, and terror!
"It's okay, everyone's nervous the first time," Aunt Ling whispered comfortingly in my ear.
"Let's swim,"
the cool river water flowed gently over our bodies, just up to our waists. Sister Ling loosened her ponytail
, letting her hair cascade over her rounded shoulders.
"Silly boy, don't you know how to wash me?"
"Oh," I managed to squeeze out a single word from my dry throat.
I poured the river water over Sister Ling's fair body, massaging every inch of her delicate skin. She guided my
hands to caress her, then to explore the valley of life...
Soon, my underwater self awoke, hardening against Sister Ling.
To make it easier, I lifted her and placed her on the bluestone slab, my burning lips searing every beautiful
spot on her body. Finally, she opened herself completely in the direction I wanted to attack... But this time, I still
surrendered before even reaching her.
Sister Ling comforted my panicked and frustrated self with words and body, repeatedly pulling my hand to explore
the mysteries of her body.
Several times, after we dried ourselves and were about to get dressed, we would tumble onto the bluestone slabs again… That afternoon ,
I was obsessed with the opposite sex's body to the point of madness, struggling desperately like a wild beast caught in a trap, yet
strangely, that surging power seemed inexhaustible and endless. Each time, I failed; I even tried in vain
to use my hands to force my limp penis into Sister Ling's body, but it was as useless as a simpleton.
Time was merciless, passing quickly, and we had to get dressed and leave the Changhe Bridge. Lying in the fish shed that night,
everything from the afternoon felt like a dream, but the physical exhaustion was so real.
I have a problem! This thought kept popping into my head.
Why can't I get in? What's wrong?
Is it impotence?
Oh God, impotence! How terrible!
I desperately wanted to find the answer, but I didn't know who to ask, and I dared not tell anyone
about Sister Ling and me.
All I could think of were the private discussions among young men like myself about this kind of thing
. I wondered if it had anything to do with my frequent masturbation? (Back then, masturbation had a very vile
name: "handjob." The word "masturbation" easily evoked images of ugliness and crime!) I'd
heard from the monkey in the village that there was an old bachelor in the next village who masturbated so much that he'd dried up completely, and after
he got married, he couldn't have children.
Good heavens, how terrible! I felt hatred, regret, and worry about my bad habit.
That night, I had insomnia for the first time!
The next day, I was in a very bad mood. Aunt Ling asked me about it several times, but I hesitated. Finally, under her gentle
questioning, I told her my worries.
Aunt Ling chuckled and poked my forehead. "You silly little thing, where do you get all this nonsense in your head
?"
Then she calmly discussed sex with me. Sex has been shrouded in mystery in our lives.
Adults have always considered it taboo to talk about it. We receive almost no proper
guidance about sex during our upbringing; adults are either secretive about it or too ashamed to discuss it. People with no sex education
are extremely nervous the first time they experience sex, and the chances of success are slim. Most people gradually become familiar with it and
find their footing through trial and error.
With Aunt Ling's patient explanation, I finally let go of my worries. But I still had some
reservations about masturbation.
"It's normal!" Aunt Ling said calmly.
"Women masturbate too."
"Auntie, have you ever done it?" Look at that, what a stupid question I asked.
"Yes," Aunt Ling blushed.
The weight was finally lifted!
I wanted it, so we went to the bottom of the bridge. I was much more awake today than yesterday, and my considerate auntie even brought a towel,
constantly wiping my sweaty body. This time, I finally succeeded! I truly felt Aunt Ling
's wetness and warmth.
I don't remember which pirated magazine I read the definition of successful sexual activity in, but it said that if a man can't
last more than 2 minutes or can't complete more than 80 thrusts, it's considered premature ejaculation! While Aunt Ling had her eyes closed
, I was still mentally counting 1, 2, 3, 4… Later, Aunt Ling found out and gave me a good scolding. She…
Tell me, the important thing about sex is that both people experience the pleasure of the process, and it doesn't have much to do with the length of time. In fact,
the length of time is mainly affected by the man's psychology and the sensitivity of his genitals to stimulation.
Thank you, Sister Ling! It was her gentle kindness and careful guidance that helped me overcome my psychological barriers and complete
an important transformation in my life!
In the following days, Sister Ling praised me more and more each time, and sometimes I even heard her singing happily. I
finally understood and experienced the pleasure of love between men and women! I don't know what to say. Does a mature young woman
comforting and guiding a clueless teenager make her a sex expert? Perhaps I didn't handle the tone well. Actually, Sister Ling is a
very unfortunate person. Near the end of high school, despite her reluctance, she married Dajun (rural girls
generally marry young). In the early days of their marriage, although Dajun wasn't particularly handsome, he was very considerate to Sister Ling, and even more remarkably,
he was very caring towards Sister Ling's family. Their sex life was also harmonious. But the sweet days
ended not long after Ling's pregnancy. Dajun rode his bicycle to a relative's wedding in the mountains, and on his way back,
he fell off a small bridge, falling more than four meters and landing on a sharp rock, his lower body badly injured…
Dajun
was rushed to the provincial hospital, where he survived, but he never regained his former vigor
.
Life went on, and everything seemed to have returned to normal. Only Ling and Dajun knew that everything had
changed, and the two had shed countless silent tears. The mother-in-law was a simple-minded, talkative, and
outspoken old woman from the countryside, but she still cared for her son and feared she wouldn't keep his wife, so she basically didn't let Ling participate in household affairs
. The family maintained a superficial harmony through this polite formality. Until Ling successfully gave birth to a daughter
, bringing a little joy to this poor family.
To be fair, after such a misfortune happened in the family, the elders should have known to do their best to support them.
Although the mother-in-law is a bit simple-minded, she still knows how to care for her daughter-in-law and has done a good job. The problem lies with Ling
's father-in-law.
He's quite a character in our surrounding villages, notoriously lewd. Even
when we were children, we knew about his many romantic escapades, some of which were even absurd and bizarre. Once, he
was arrested by the police for soliciting prostitutes in town. When Lingjie's mother-in-law brought him out, she
slapped him across the face twice, leaving two handprints, while yelling, "You wretched thing!
Can't I have my way with you? Aren't all women's things the same? You won't have sex with anyone who doesn't charge! You have to come to town to have sex with someone who charges money! Now I have to
pay a fine of three thousand yuan!" (Three thousand yuan was a huge sum back then, and the mother-in-law was very frugal.)
After this humiliation, her father-in-law toned it down for a while, until 1987 when his
brother from Taiwan came back to visit. It's said that he gave Lingjie's father-in-law a large sum of money that time, and from then on, this old philanderer's licentiousness became
uncontrollable, seducing married women from surrounding villages, elementary school teachers, and even female government officials
.
But no one could have imagined that this old man would actually extend his reach to his own daughter-in-law!
One day, Lingjie was taking a bath in the backyard (in our rural area, bathrooms are usually built in the backyard, with a curtain hanging at the entrance
and a light on inside indicating someone is there). Suddenly, her father-in-law grabbed her from behind. Lingjie screamed, and
he covered her mouth, shamelessly telling her that since Dajun was already impotent, it was better to have him; it was like
keeping the wealth within the family. Lingjie was furious. She slammed her head back against the old man's face. Hearing his
scream, he released his grip on her chest. Filled with shame and anger, Lingjie, with a sudden burst of strength, turned and
kicked the old man hard in the groin. The old man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
"You shameless bastard! If you dare to do this again, I'll cripple you!"
When Lingjie recounted this to me, I couldn't imagine how fierce the usually petite and delicate Lingjie
could be. How much anger must have turned a docile sheep into a wolf!
The next day, her mother-in-law had a lockable door installed in the bathroom. My mother-in-law couldn't do anything about this old man
. She seemed fierce, but she had never truly controlled her husband in her life.
When she was young, she valued his education and good looks, disregarding his family background
and the significant political risks of his older brother serving in the Taiwanese military, and resolutely brought him into her family. This
couple, who had weathered so many hardships together, never won his heart!
To distract himself, Da Jun learned to drive and worked as a long-distance truck driver, rarely coming home. The annoying
father-in-law hadn't given up, haunting Ling Jie like a greenbottle fly. Poor Ling Jie
had to stick a knife in the door latch every night (this old beast had once tried to knock on her door in the middle of the night). Life was
unbearable…
Ling Jie said that she actually knew about my background when she got married, so when she met me,
she felt immediate sympathy. She said she understood the feelings of a child who lost his parents at ten and
wandered from aunt to aunt with his grandmother. When she was in her second year of high school, her father died in a car accident…
Later, she discovered that I was a person with ideals and a broader perspective than those around me. Chatting with me, she gradually
rediscovered the joy she had felt during her school days.
In mid-July, the rural areas of the south entered the busy double-harvest season (harvesting the first
crop of rice and planting the second crop of seedlings before the autumn harvest).
We didn't have time to herd cattle anymore.
After helping my cousin's family harvest rice, I spent the day helping Ling's family carry rice straw. In the evening,
I had some beer at their house. Brother Dajun was very hospitable, and we chatted enthusiastically, patting each other on the shoulder
and calling each other "brother."
When I returned to my lodging after dinner, I was already walking unsteadily, and my consciousness was a little blurred.
It took almost half an hour to walk from the village to the fish shed, and the paths were all very narrow. During the day, I could walk briskly, but at night, all I
could see was a faint white ribbon, and walking felt like walking on a tightrope. That night, I don't know how I managed to
find my way back to the fish shed.
I had a strange dream. I dreamt that I was living with Sister Ling and Brother Dajun, and we were like...
They were like family! But I didn't know what I was to them—son? Brother? Lover? It seemed like none of those,
yet also like all of them. Although it was a bit confusing, the scene was as beautiful as a fairy tale! Then, I actually saw them
making love. Brother Dajun was thrusting violently behind Sister Ling, who was bent over, her breasts shaking violently.
I watched them intently, suddenly not knowing what to do. At this moment, Sister Ling called me, "Baby, come here."
I walked over uneasily… A hot towel was wiping my genitals. Was I dreaming? How could it be so real
! I jumped up.
"You're awake?" Even with only the faint moonlight from outside the shed, I could see clearly that it was my dear Sister Ling
helping me wash.
"Sister Ling, what are you doing here?"
"You're telling me? It took me a lot of effort to get you back.
" "Ah!! What time is it?" I hurriedly went to find the quartz clock in the shed.
"No need to look anymore, it's almost 12 o'clock. I'll sit with you for a while and then go back."
Hehe, I lay on Ling's lap, feeling like the happiest person at that moment! Ling was wearing a
pure white cotton dress, her hair naturally draped over her shoulders, and she exuded the fragrance of a post-shower bath. I
lifted her dress between her legs and was surprised to find nothing underneath; further up, her breasts were also bare.
My desire quickly surged. We'd been too busy lately, and hadn't had sex for several days. Right now, we desperately
needed a passionate lovemaking session. The considerate Ling had showered while we were eating and
deliberately hadn't worn a bra when she left. How could I possibly betray her kindness? I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and
began to pull off her dress from the bottom up. She cooperated by stretching out her arms; we couldn't tolerate
even the slightest obstacle between us. Our two bodies finally merged, we thrust into each other, waves of happiness crashing one
after another…
Never before had we been so wild, it felt like we were tearing each other apart. I heard Ling
's desperate screams; I'd never seen her so powerful… I've been quite busy lately and haven't been online, so
coming back feels especially good. Thank you for your concern!
Ling and I's affair has somehow become the talk of the town, and I'm feeling down. Did someone see us?
Looking back now, at 30, seeing us together all the time, our ambiguous behavior was obviously
suspicious. In the countryside, the fastest way to spread rumors is through the scandalous story of an affair and keeping a lover.
Some bored people even tried to get details from me, but public opinion overwhelmingly condemned Ling, calling her a vixen for
seducing a minor.
We saw each other less and less, trying to avoid the prying eyes of almost everyone. Even when we bumped into each other, we
could only walk past each other with our heads down, stealing a glance from afar.
Uncle F was also planning to settle my wages early and send me away!
I thought I couldn't stay any longer!
My cousin contacted her friend in Guangzhou, and they were going to send me off in the next few days.
I had only one wish: to see Sister Ling one last time before I left!
I asked my kind cousin to pass on a message, and she came back to tell me that Sister Ling had gone back to her parents' home!
With disappointment and indignation, I left my hometown.
Because it was my first time traveling so far, my cousin insisted on seeing me off at the train station. The train ticket was for the afternoon of the next day.
Since it was far from the provincial capital, we had to leave early, first taking a bus from the town to the city, and then transferring from the city to the provincial capital.
On the rural bus, my cousin wiped away her tears and kept giving me instructions. She was worried about me traveling alone. I could only
nod repeatedly, absentmindedly offering her a few words of comfort, but my eyes were always fixed on the window,
hoping to see Sister Ling's figure. I knew in my heart that it was impossible, but subconsciously I still hoped
for a miracle.

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