People separated by distance miss their loved ones

Back then, in Xi'an, I was working odd jobs while writing what I thought were novels, dreaming of becoming a writer. That's when I met Li Meng. We met in a poetry group; we were both interested in Tang and Song dynasty poetry and quickly hit it off. During our conversations, I learned that after graduating from university, she worked as a secretary in a county government office in her hometown, while her husband was also an ordinary worker. They had been married for a year, their child was only a few months old, and they lived with her mother. For a long time afterward, we just chatted like ordinary online friends, and a year passed quickly. Later, we became closer, and she stopped hiding things from me, like how her husband only lasted five minutes each time and she wasn't satisfied. Later still, she would even secretly lift her shirt to show me her breasts when no one was home or when her mother was cooking. Once, after chatting all morning, she said she had changed her underwear three times and was very wet. Then, before May Day, a year and a half after we met, she said she wanted to come visit me. Because I had mentioned many new positions to her during our previous chats, she wanted to try them. Her husband, however, only knew the traditional missionary position. Before marriage, she was a virgin and unaware of the many positions available. I readily agreed, of course. Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, her pretty face and the unique charm of an office lady still made me very excited. So, she told her husband a classmate was getting married, hurriedly boarded a train south, and traveled 1400 miles to be with me. That morning, standing under the ancient city wall, I waited expectantly, watching her in a pink dress walk out of the station and stand before me. Then, breathtakingly, I took her hand and led her back to the hotel. "You should sleep, I'm going out for a walk," I said to her as we entered the room. "She's been on the train all night, she should rest." Before I could pull away, she grabbed my arm, then her soft body leaned against me, and her lips sealed mine. The details that followed are unnecessary to recount. In short, although she had been married for two years, she was as innocent as a virgin. When I asked her to give me oral sex, she chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I'll throw up!" In the end, I let her off the hook. But during doggy style, her father-in-law called to ask where she was. She moaned and said she was still in the car, which amused me. After two hours of intimacy, we went out to eat. She insisted on paying, treating me. Later, we went shopping at the Colorful Mall, and she bought us both purple short-sleeved shirts. What did that mean? I was stunned! Matching outfits, you idiot! She laughed and playfully hit me. In the afternoon, because she really had to attend a classmate's wedding, we had to part ways reluctantly. "My wife, are you alright?" Three days after my tryst with Limeng in Chang'an, I couldn't help but text her. For those three days, my mind was filled with her every smile and gesture. Before the date, she had asked me if I wanted a one-night stand or a lifelong friendship. Like most men, I was so vulnerable to temptation. A single encounter is worth more than countless others. To share the joy of flying together, even for just one night, is enough. “Okay, after our date, I’ll delete you, disappear from your world, and bless you in my heart for the rest of my life,” Li Meng said, each word distinct. I wondered if she would actually do it. “My husband, I’m fine, I miss you!” The text message came back quickly, just a few words, and I was reminded again of her lingering figure as she walked away. So, she missed me too. We sat down at the computer again. As she said, she couldn’t forget me, and how could I forget her? “My husband is playing a song on my sister’s phone called ‘The One Who Fell in Love with Someone Else’…” she said, still as charming and endearing as ever. “Does he know about us?” I asked. “No, but I joked with him the other day, telling him I’m seeing someone else,” Li Meng said. I knew she, like me, never lied, but I never imagined she would dare to reveal such a secret. I found the song myself; it was sung by Zheng Yuan. The melody was beautiful, tinged with a faint sadness—"Breathing in your perfume, so familiar yet so strange, I've lost my former innocence, unable to distinguish between love and hate. Swaying in your hazy eyes, I float and sink in the whirlpool. I want to give up, but I can't. My frozen heart begins to warm again. Each maple leaf is your fiery kiss, yet it kissed someone else's lips. I wait foolishly in the twilight, waiting for you, the one who has fallen in love with someone else. Each maple leaf is the mark you left, yet it pierces my heart. I cover my wound and wait bitterly, but when will you turn around..." From that day on, Li Meng and I returned to our old ways, spending our days online, inseparable. Knowing it was dangerous to continue like this, neither of us wanted to give up, until... "He saw all the text messages you sent just now. He smashed his phone and ran away..." One night, Li Meng suddenly called, sobbing softly. "What should I do?" I asked. "I don't know..." she said. From that day on, her husband never came home again, and she could only take time off work every day to stay at the small shop where he worked, hoping he would change his mind. This wait lasted for half a month. Finally, her husband returned home, but asked her and her parents for a divorce. What followed was a fight over their only child; neither was willing to give in, preferring to leave all the property to the other. They argued for a long time, and the divorce was put on hold, replaced by a cold war. During the day, her husband wouldn't speak to her, but at night, he would strip her naked, tie her up, and penetrate her from behind, ravaging her like a wild beast. The next day, she didn't even have the strength to go to work. Before marriage, she was still a virgin; her husband had already had several girlfriends, and some girls had even had abortions for him. She couldn't understand why her husband treated her this way. I feel pain, I feel heartache, I feel pity, but it has no effect on her, who is thousands of miles away. Her life remains bleak. This world is so strange. Some men always hope to see their wives cheat on them, sharing a bed with another, while others hold grudges over even the smallest transgressions of their wives, never forgetting them for life. One day, Limeng said her company was organizing a trip to the Shanghai World Expo, and she was taking her younger sister along. She said she would be passing through Xi'an on the way back and hoped to see me. And so, we met again. Xi'an in July was really hot. In the most bustling Bali Village in the southern suburbs, I saw her again. Two months had passed, and she seemed much more haggard, but her figure was still full. She wore a jade-green long dress and a white sun hat. I invited her to dinner, but she had no appetite, only ordering a bowl of shaved ice. Then we went into a small hotel together. We lay side by side on a pale green bamboo mat, her bright, clear eyes gazing at me, a look that was hard to tell if it was love or resentment. My lips touched her cheek, and my hand gently lifted her skirt, only to discover that she wasn't even wearing underwear. After our passionate encounter, the city lights outside were dazzling. We strolled through the bustling streets lined with stalls, sharing roasted lamb. She ate very little, just watching me eat with a slight smile, then we slowly walked back together. That night, the heat made it impossible to sleep, and her exquisite body only fueled my fascination. Several times, I sneaked into her arms while she slept. She, when awakened, would respond with a mixture of reproach and infatuation, half-heartedly resisting. Unlike last time, this time she was more cooperative, and we invented several new positions together. We didn't stop all night; by dawn, it had been six or seven times. In the morning, she went to see her sister, and I went home. We took the bus together, but halfway there, she hurriedly got off, never looking back. I knew I would never see her again. Life goes on, and I am separated from her forever. We are separated by thousands of miles, each at the ends of the earth. On the way back, I fell asleep as soon as I reached the waiting room, and stayed in bed for a full day and night after arriving home. It seems I was truly exhausted this time. From then on, Limeng rarely spoke on QQ. Although she and her husband didn't divorce, they could never find the happiness and warmth they once had. She probably thought it was all my fault. Her most frequent saying was, "I don't love anyone anymore, neither you nor him. It's you men who made me see this world clearly." She also changed her QQ signature to: "In this world, no one can truly empathize with another person's pain. Even if you're pierced by a thousand arrows, even if you're in unbearable agony, it's only your own experience. Others may sympathize, may sigh, but they will never truly understand the extent of your suffering..." (The following lines are a poem): "Several times I sat beneath the flowers, playing the flute, the Milky Way and red walls stretching into the distance. The stars tonight are not those of last night; for whom do I stand in the wind and dew at midnight? Lingering thoughts, like unraveling a broken cocoon, a heart wounded, like peeling a banana. Three or five years, three or five months, alas, the wine in my cup has never been emptied."

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