[A Love Story in Beijing: A Tale of Human Romance] Author: kim

A Love Story in Beijing: A Tale of Human Romance

Author: kim
Word Count: 12253

I often wonder, what would I be like if I hadn't left Beijing, hadn't left that circle?

I've long forgotten what I should have forgotten there; I don't intend to let that passionate and naive period
affect my current life. But—what about those things I can't forget?

I sat there with my guitar for a whole morning, but I just couldn't grasp that almost ethereal spark of inspiration. My stomach was
growling with hunger, but I had to hold on, buddy. The tune was right on my lips; I refused to believe I couldn't get it! I

continued sitting there, oblivious even to Old Grasshopper sneaking in. By the time I noticed him, this silly boy had already

furtively finished off my last bag of instant noodles.

"Damn it, are you a rat? I only have that one bag left, I'm begging for help!"

Old Grasshopper's surname was Hu, and he claimed to be born in the Chu region, a descendant of the Hegemon-King. He's a notorious oddball in the industry, with
a unique understanding of rock music, but after several years in Beijing, he shows no signs of making it big.

After I teased him, he grinned dismissively, picked up a cigarette butt from the ground, lit it, and took a drag:
"Isn't that perfect? I'm practically starving, consider it a debt I owe you… Hey, how's that thing from last time
?"

I flopped onto the messy bed: "Can't you write any better lyrics? What 'potatoes

going to the city' stuff ? I'm sending radishes to the countryside… They said your lyrics are too modern,

nobody's going to listen except those idiots in the mental hospital."

Big Grasshopper exhaled smoke and slammed the cigarette butt on the ground: "Damn, I knew it… So
what about your songs? Did they want them?"

I nodded: "They wanted two."

"Damn! I knew you were good, where's the money? How much for one song?" (Note 1)

"Three hundred." I stared at the ceiling.

"Quick! Treat me to a meal!" Grasshopper leaned over. "I haven't had any meat in a month."

"I paid the rent." I was still staring at the ceiling.

"Sigh..." He sighed and lay down next to me. "Well... hope is dashed..."

We were silent for a moment. After a while, Grasshopper whispered, "Gold, I really can't take it anymore...

help me find a bar to hang out in for a couple of days, at least enough for a couple of packs of cigarettes..."

"We'll see." I sat up and casually picked up my guitar and strummed a few chords. "By the way, Grasshopper,
have you written any new songs lately?"

"Damn, what the hell am I supposed to write? I've missed several meals in a row, haven't practiced at all." He took the guitar from my hand.
"Let's practice."

Since we had nothing else to do, I sat down in front of the synthesizer. "Same old routine, raise it by a semitone after two turns." Grasshopper
nodded, tuned the guitar to a metallic tone, and then nodded his head four times,

starting the solo with the string chords I had laid out.

Before I'd even finished walking around, shouts and curses erupted from the yard: "What the hell are you doing? Can't a person get any sleep?"

Grasshopper released his guitar, cursing as he slammed the window shut: "Fuck your grandpa!"

I lost interest and lazily went back to bed: "Grasshopper, anything going on tonight?"

"What could be going on...what's up?"

"Come with me to my aunt's to borrow some money. I want to go back to Shenyang."

Grasshopper jumped up: "What are you doing? Giving up?"

I shook my head: "I wouldn't say giving up, I just want to go home and visit."

Grasshopper lay back down: "Jinzi...when are we going to record an album? I'm really starting

to feel the pressure...I get so worked up whenever I hear about a band being pulled in by a record company to make demos...Jinzi, do you
think I can make it in this lifetime?"

"What's wrong with making it?" I pulled two flattened cigarettes from under the mattress and handed him one:
"Dou Wei and Lao Wu, didn't they all go through this? Damn, actually, your songs are all great. You haven't really
made it big yet just because you haven't had the chance. Once you do, you'll definitely be famous!"

Grasshopper laughed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "By the time I'm famous, you should be famous too. Then I'll
hold the most awesome solo concert ever, and let them see just how awesome I am!! Jinzi... how
about ?"

"Hehe..." I laughed and punched him lightly. "Bro, you'll definitely be more famous than me by then.
You can't hire me without a million..."

The room was filled with smoke. Grasshopper and I sat on the bed, grinning foolishly. Through the smoke, I seemed to see
thousands of waving arms below the stage...

My aunt was overjoyed to hear I wanted to go home. While revealing the dark side of the music industry, she stuffed over
a thousand yuan into my pocket. Finally, with red eyes, she told me, "Your mom has cried to me several times, saying she misses you."

I blushed and slipped out of the doorway. Grasshopper sneakily approached me. "Did you borrow it?" I nodded
.

Grasshopper jumped up excitedly. "Let's go, let's go eat hot pot!"

After filling our stomachs, Grasshopper and I rode our old bikes back home. Grasshopper suddenly suggested we
go see Maksim. I thought it had been a long time since I'd been there, so it wouldn't hurt to go. Maybe some of those rock grandpas would be there.

Maksim is a holy place in the hearts of us rock youths. When I first arrived in Beijing, it was the first place I went
.

At the entrance, Grasshopper and I ran into many acquaintances, exchanging information and laughing. I'd only
been chatting with Bozi for a couple of minutes when someone patted me on the shoulder: "Jinzi!" I turned around and saw it was Old Skinny: "Heh,
long time no see , Skinny. I heard you formed a team called Iron Kite and went south to pan for gold. How
come you're back so soon?"

Skinny shook his head repeatedly: "The south didn't work out. I couldn't stand it after two days… By the way, Jinzi, I need to talk to you
about something." He pulled me aside: "I have a friend… who's having some trouble lately. Could you
help him out?"

I nodded: "Go ahead, I'll definitely help if I can."

He chuckled and patted my chest: "You're a true friend… His team broke up a couple of days ago, and he's on his
own . He can't even work at karaoke bars anymore. He's starving and has nowhere to stay.
How about staying with you for a few days?"

I scratched my head: "But I'm planning to check out of my place and go home in the next couple of days."

"A date's set?" I shook my head. The skinny guy seemed quite pleased. "Why don't you just leave a couple more days later?

Help your buddy out. That friend helped me a lot when I went to Inner Mongolia last time, and now that he's in trouble, I can't help him."
"Can't I just stand by and watch? Don't worry, once I've arranged a team for him, he'll move out immediately
. It won't take long." "

When I first came to Beijing, Skinny helped me a lot. Seeing how anxious he is now, how could I say no?" I reluctantly
nodded, "Okay, it's just a word from you, brother."

Skinny grinned broadly, tilting his head and tossing his long hair, "That's a good friend!" Then he turned and called out,
"Gerile! Come here, buddy, let me introduce you to a brother."

To my surprise, it was a woman who came over!

"This...and who is this?" I looked at Skinny.

Skinny chuckled, "Gerile, a Mongolian, the same surname as that Mongolian auntie in the movies. By the way
, Gerile is a bassist, his strumming is absolutely stunning and awesome!"

I still didn't understand. Did Skinny mean I had to share a room with a woman? He knows I'm a
womanizer, isn't he afraid I'll have a horrible urge and rape her? Look at this woman, tall with long hair. Although she looks
quite thin, she's pretty good-looking, with big eyes and red lips.

The thin man was still talking non-stop, and I was so busy admiring her that I didn't listen carefully until Gerile reached out
her hand I snapped out of it and hurriedly shook her hand.

The skinny guy patted my shoulder: "Gerile is older than you, you have to call her 'sister.' Okay, buddy, we have
rehearsal , you guys chat." He turned and walked away, but after a few steps he turned back: "Hey little Jinzi, don't get any
funny ideas about Gerile, she's a real wrestler... Gerile, call me if you need anything!"

I saw Gerile carrying a violin on her back and a bag in her hand, so I took them all and put them on my shoulder: "Gerile...
this ... sister, let's go."

Gerile smiled: "Don't call me 'sister,' just call me by my name." Seeing me fidgeting uncomfortably with the violin on my back,
she smiled again, revealing a set of snow-white teeth: "Jinzi, thank you for your trouble."

"It's nothing, we're family."

I said to the grasshopper, and then rode my bike with Gerile home. After entering the house, Gerile covered her mouth and laughed:
"Your place is almost like a pigsty." She then started helping me tidy up, and I chuckled awkwardly as I put down my things and sat down to watch her
clean the house. A moment later, I stared blankly at her back: I hadn't noticed it from outside, but now,
under the light, I realized that this slender woman had an unusually full bottom!

Gerile finished tidying my bed, and when she turned around, I quickly looked away. Gerile didn't notice
my blushing face, but instead examined the quilts I had pinned to the four walls: "Are they for soundproofing?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

I nodded repeatedly: "The neighbors complain about how noisy I am, so I have to make do with these quilts; they do provide some soundproofing." " Oh, right.

" I got up and rummaged through a drawer for a bundle of wire: "I'll make a partition; come help me."

With her help, I divided the room in two with three sheets. The inner room was hers, and I slept in the outer room. I also
pulled a straw mat from the bed to make myself a makeshift bed on the floor; the bed, of course, had to be for the woman.

Gerile looked very tired, so after we washed up, we turned off the lights and went to sleep.

I don't know if she slept well, but I certainly couldn't. Knowing there was a beautiful woman sleeping inside
, my pent-up lust finally erupted. So I indulged in endless fantasies of
making love with Gerile, and masturbated all night until I finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

In the following days, Gerile and I gradually became more familiar.

Every morning she would get up very early, and the first thing she would do was bother me, who always slept in. I was very
unhappy , but there was nothing I could do.

After a few days of secret observation, I discovered that Gerile's figure was undeniably stunning. She wasn't as
slender as I initially thought; instead, she was quite voluptuous, with firm thighs and buttocks, and full breasts. Later, I

learned that she used to be a dancer.

This observation fueled my lust even more, and every night I would masturbate, inhaling her
scent and listening to her breathing. But I never dared to actually make a move on Gerile, not only
because of my friend's request, but primarily because of Gerile's trust in me.

Sometimes, when I couldn't hold back anymore, I'd call for grasshoppers and go to various universities to vent my
frustrations on female students who idolized rock music.

Gerile wasn't formally trained; she hadn't received any systematic music education growing up. Back then, she couldn't even read
sheet music completely, but her talent and inspiration were undeniable.

I had practiced piano since childhood and later spent two years in the composition department of the Shenyang Conservatory of Music. Gerile was overjoyed when she found out and
insisted on becoming my student. I readily agreed, starting with the basics and gradually progressing to more complex lessons, teaching

her music theory and composition in a more systematic and formal way. At the same time, Gerile brought me her songs from the past few years to edit and
revise .

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Gerile continued to study and practice diligently, but she
seemed increasingly depressed, her large eyes often revealing a hint of helplessness and confusion.

I understood her feelings perfectly. The ambition she had when she first came to Beijing
had . Coupled with homesickness and the hardships of life, it was hard not to lose confidence. But this step
was necessary; otherwise, how could she have a complete life experience? It's important to know that many classic songs were

created during the darkest periods of a person's life.

I know Gerile has been asking people to introduce her to nightclubs, hoping to escape her current predicament of being unemployed as soon as possible
. A strong-willed woman like her wouldn't stay dependent on others for long. But in this era of overflowing singers, without connections
or capable friends, finding a job that pays off is almost unrealistic.

I've long forgotten about going home; now, to support two people, I have to use every trick in the book to
earn money.

I'm writing songs like crazy, working overtime in the recording studio to accompany singers making albums… Gerile
must have seen all of this, because I've noticed she no longer dares to look me in the eye. Occasionally, when I catch a glimpse of her
eyes , I see nothing but—inferiority.

As Lao Lang and I left Gu Ge's recording studio, I couldn't help but sigh. Lao Lang looked at me strangely, "
What's ?"

"Sigh...it's getting harder and harder to make money these days..."

Lao Lang chuckled, "Hey Jinzi, when the hell did you start worrying about these things? Anyway, I'm not going to
argue with you anymore. I'm going to Shucun (Note 2) to check it out. I heard that She Tou and the others are forming a band again. Want to come?"

I carried the two pounds of braised beef I had just bought into the courtyard. As soon as I entered the gate, I heard Gerile singing a song I didn't...
The song I heard was a folk song, but upon closer listening, it bore the strong traces of Mongolian folk songs. "...The vast
grassland and the white-haired shepherd, yearning for distant hopes, the wandering eagle flies alone in the sky,
where is my homeland on the grassland..."

The sorrow in the song made my heart ache. I pushed open the door and looked at her, and found tears glistening in her eyes
.

When she saw me, Gerile didn't greet me with her usual smile. Her eyes were somewhat vacant. "Jinzi,
I... I want to go home..."

I suddenly became fierce and rushed up to her, slapping her hard across the face. "Go home? What about your dreams? What
about your ideals ?

What the hell are you practicing the piano like crazy every day for? Just giving up like this? Fine, get out!
I have nothing to say to a little brat like you who can't even handle a little setback. Get out!!!"

I sat on the bed, head down, my mind a complete mess. A series of muffled sounds came from around me.
After a while, Gerile called me, "Jinzi, come eat."

Looking at the handprint on Gerile's face, I couldn't help but feel sad. "I'm sorry..." "I was confused just now."

Gerile smiled. "I'm sorry... Thank you, Jinzi."

I reached out and touched her face. "Gerlile, you can succeed. I believe in you."

Perhaps my slap really woke her up. At this moment, Gerile's eyes no longer held the gloom of the past. She placed her
hand on the back of my hand and gently stroked her face. "Yes, I will. I believe in you... Come on,
eat more beef. You've lost a lot of weight recently..."

I couldn't help but think of the money in my pocket and quickly took out a hundred yuan and handed it to her. "Rent is due tomorrow.
Take this first and buy some necessities... It's inconvenient for me to buy anything." Gerile reached out and took it, but her eyes reddened again.

After dinner, Gerile started practicing the piano, while I squatted in the yard to smoke. Since she came, I haven't smoked in
the room ,
I went to the small shop at the entrance of the alley and bought a bag of instant noodles. I squatted in the yard, looking at the stars and
chewing them with cold water.

Before I finished eating, I noticed a drop of rain dripping down my neck. I cursed and touched my neck, "Damn it, it was fine
a moment ago , and now it's raining, what the hell is it..." I looked up and saw that it wasn't rain at all,
but Gerile standing behind me. I jumped up, "What's wrong with you now? Why are you crying all the time? Go!
Go practice the piano!!"

Gerile started sobbing and hugged me tightly, "Jinzi~ why are you so nice to me?"

"I'm like this to everyone, stop dawdling and going on and on... Hey! What are you doing?
Why ?"

Gerile pulled me into the house, then turned around and locked the door, then leaned against the door and stared intently at me. My
heart started pounding, "You... what are you going to do?"

Gerile walked past me to the bed sheet partition, tore off the sheets that separated our "room,"
and then carried my pillow and blanket to the bed.

Even I, as naive as I am, knew what her actions meant, and I was at a loss for what to do. After Gerile finished making
the bed, she sat down. "Jinzi, come here."

I shook my head. "No, I won't come over."

She got off the bed and walked to me, looking at me calmly. "Do you want me to carry you to bed?"

In the darkness, I completely tore off my disguise and became a wolf. I straddled Gerile, my hands groping
and frantically kneading her soft skin, panting heavily, constantly
biting and nibbling at her high, firm breasts. Occasionally, I would look up at her and find her watching me tenderly as I gnawed at her breasts.

I swallowed hard. "You can still regret it now. I can't give you any promises."

She smiled charmingly. "Me too. I can't give you any promises."

I pinched her nipple. "Then what are we waiting for? Come on."

Gerile suddenly went crazy. She flipped me onto the bed, then straddled my waist, quickly
taking off all her clothes, then tearing my clothes and pants off. After stripping me completely naked, Gerile

kissed me all over with her soft lips.

I groaned when she took my penis into her mouth.

Gerile mumbled, "Does it feel good?"

"It feels good, fucking good." I put my hands behind my head, looking down at her as she gave me oral sex.
Her long hair, like dark clouds, spread across my crotch. Only when she raised her head could I see my penis
going in and out of her sweet, moist mouth. I reached out and ruffled her hair: "Go cut your hair tomorrow
, I can't see you wrapping my penis in your mouth."

Gerile nodded and continued giving me oral sex. I felt I should do something for her, so I patted her
head and told her to turn around. Gerile obediently turned around, straddling my head with her legs spread
apart.

I pressed down on her buttocks, and she spread her legs even wider. In the darkness, I couldn't see Gerile's genitals,
only a dark patch. I looked up and stuck out my tongue to lick it.

A rich, mature woman's scent filled my nostrils. I took a deep breath, then opened my mouth wide and
took her entire vulva inside.

We performed oral sex on each other endlessly, sometimes I was on top, sometimes she was on top, the air filled with wanton
licking sounds. Finally, I could no longer bear the pain of being unable to ejaculate, and stopped biting her vulva. I
said in a hoarse voice, "Come lie down, let your brother take you right here and now!"

Gerile laughed and rolled over to lie next to me. I stuck out my middle finger and waved it at her: "Fucky-
oo!"

"Go away!" Gerile kicked me with her foot and then spread her legs apart. I casually
inserted her vagina.

The inside of her vagina was very narrow, and the soft flesh of the walls gave my finger a moist and warm feeling. I pressed down on the base of her
legs: "Spread them a little wider." Gerile then grabbed her ankles with both hands and spread her legs to an
angle that surprised me.

Reaching out to touch her erect clitoris, I lewdly asked, "Do you masturbate often? It's so damn big now."

Gerile giggled, "What do I do when I want a man? I don't have money to hire a gigolo... Hehe, stop lewdly
laughing like that. Don't you touch yourself? Sometimes I wake up in the morning and see puddles on the floor next to you. Are you thinking about me
when ?"

I forcefully shoved my finger into her vagina, "What a pity about my children. If only I had known there was such a..."
"I've saved it all up for a day, it'd be so much better to just pour it all into your little cunt at once."

My cock was already rock hard, I stopped teasing and aimed the head of my cock at her cunt: "Mongolian little mare,
I'm here to breed with you." With that, I pushed my cock in forcefully.

Gerile wasn't a virgin, and I didn't expect her to be one, but she was definitely very tight. Kneeling between her wide-spread
legs, I kept thrusting my hips, my hands kneading her clitoris incessantly. In less than five minutes, Gerile
was writhing all over from my touch, her cunt felt like it was flooded, and she was moaning and groaning incessantly.

I remained unmoved, continuing my slow, deliberate thrusting and caressing. Gerile grew dissatisfied, muttering something
as she pulled me down onto her, then slapped me hard on the buttocks: "Why are you moving
like ? Hurry up!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" I groaned and began to thrust wildly, while I used both hands to twist her head and kiss her passionately
. Gerile's steady, magnetic moans completely choked me.

We were locked in a fierce, tumultuous struggle, screaming and groaning, throwing ourselves entirely into this intense, frenzied fucking.
I thrust in and out relentlessly, and she twisted her hips to meet my thrusts. The close contact mingled our sweat
together . At this moment, there was no longer any sense of inferiority, sorrow, or tears on the bed, only two
people desperately pursuing physical pleasure.

After about half an hour, my penis finally ejaculated inside Gerile's intensely convulsing vagina
. It felt like a considerable amount; enough to fill a cough syrup jar.

After the passion subsided, Gerile fell into a deep sleep. Looking at her beautiful face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Gerile, do
you really love me? Are you truly grateful to me? Are you happy to have fallen to this state for some so-called ideal?

I knew she didn't love me. She only slept with me to find emotional support. I
sighed, finally reaffirming a thought that had been buried deep in my heart.

The night's revelry didn't keep me out of bed; on the contrary, I got up very early. I went out and bought
some fried dough sticks and then called Gerile to get up for breakfast.

Gerile was still fast asleep; it seemed she had exhausted herself the night before. I tucked her white,
lotus-root-like arm, which was sticking out of the blanket, back under it, and then gently kissed her cheek. "Aren't you getting up?"

Gerile's lips curled up slightly, but she refused to open her eyes, which made me pounce on her and kiss her passionately. Only then did she
giggle and struggle to get up. "Okay, okay, I'll get up, I'll get up."

She sat up and stretched languidly, the blanket slipping off her body, revealing two dazzlingly white and
full breasts. I couldn't help but touch them a couple of times. "Gerlile, are all the girls on your grasslands this full?"

Gerile didn't answer, slapped my hand away, rolled her eyes at me, and then stood
up naked, casually pulling on a short-sleeved shirt that I had washed and hung on the wire.

"Why aren't you even wearing underwear? Although it's not cold, it's still winter! I
'm not going ." Gerile blushed. "I'll wipe it myself! I don't need you!" But she still put on her underwear and then
put on a sweater.

After breakfast, I picked up a pen and paper from the table and sat down at the synthesizer. I'd heard a couple of days ago that
Gao Xiaosong was releasing a new album of campus folk songs, and I was thinking of composing a couple to show him—maybe I could make a few bucks.

But after sitting there for ages, I couldn't come up with anything. My mind was filled with images of Gerile's two gleaming white breasts. I sighed, about to get up and go for a walk in the yard, when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. "What's wrong? No
inspiration?" I pinched her buttocks. "All I can think about are your thighs. You've ruined my creative process, seriously stifled my creative passion." "Hmm? How about I make it up to you?" Gerile rested her chin on my shoulder, her small hand slowly slipping inside the opening of my underwear, finally releasing my penis into the air. Actually, my thing had been half-erect since morning, and her actions had made it even harder. Gerile gently grasped it and began to stroke it: "Is this right?" I closed my eyes , relaxing all my muscles: "A little faster..." Gerile sped up, her other hand gently kneading my scrotum. While masturbating me, Gerile took my earlobe into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. I quickly reached orgasm, groaning as I ejaculated under Gerile's hands. Even after my pulse completely stopped, Gerile didn't stop, continuing to gently caress my genitals . "Any inspiration?" she whispered in my ear. In the dizziness after the orgasm, I seemed to have grasped something, and immediately picked up a pen to write. Seeing me start working, Gerile quietly moved away from behind me, sat on the bed, and watched me silently. I quickly wrote down the melody in my mind, but after humming it a few times, I found it very bland and tasteless. "Damn!" I angrily crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away; it seemed I wouldn't be able to write anything today. Just then, Gerile's deep, magnetic voice rang out. The melody was clearly the one I had just thrown away, but Gerile had changed the original 6/8 rhythm to 4/4 and slowed down the tempo. "A warm winter afternoon lingered here, your eyes filled with tenderness, giving me a feeling of happiness..." Then she played a free solo. By this time, I was completely immersed in the mood of this love song, and an uncontrollable passion naturally welled up in my mind . As soon as her solo ended, I blurted out: "The sunshine warms my heart, from now on, loneliness will not linger. I hope that in this life we can hold hands, happiness is the only reason." Gerile's eyes shone with a gaze that captivated me. After I finished that part, she gently continued singing : "Love, let me forget all the wounds. Go, time will not stop again. Come, no longer an excuse for pain . Go, I don't want to chase after an afternoon again..." I smiled, and she smiled too. "What do you plan to name it?" I asked. "How about we call it happiness?" Gerile seemed to have regained her confidence, which made me feel proud and very happy. I walked over to her and gently hugged her: "Gerile, perhaps I don't know you very well yet, but I know that once you wholeheartedly immerse yourself in music—like just now—then your eyes will shine like sunshine."

"Your smile, your singing voice will move everyone to tears. Gerile, you're very talented. As long as
you persevere, there's no reason you won't succeed. Believe me?"

Gerile nodded. I stroked her long hair and continued, "Sad tunes don't suit you, and
they don't . Everyone needs something uplifting to encourage them to live... Promise me,
don't write sad things anymore."

Gerile sat quietly in my lap for a long time, then looked up into my eyes and solemnly said,
"Jinzi, I promise you, I will never let anyone hear sadness in my songs."

Seeing Gerile regain her original cheerful personality, I felt a sense of accomplishment, like I had saved a life. Who knows,
maybe because of me, another star will appear in the music scene. But that's a story for later; filling my stomach is the most
important thing right now.

I still tried my best to go to the recording studio, and also asked a friend to find me a bar to sing for a living. Occasionally, I would
bring Gerile there to sing a song or two: a singer can't be away from the stage for long, just like a
warrior can't be without his sword.

Before I knew it, spring had arrived in Beijing.

I was a little tired after recording all day. But for some reason, seeing Gerile walk into the bar
filled me with energy again. I winked at her as she sat in the corner and sang even more energetically
.

When the song ended, Grasshopper rushed up with his guitar: "Dude, Sanzi can't come today,
you play bass for me." I wanted to go down and get closer to Gerile, but Grasshopper
wouldn't but to play bass.

Grasshopper sang a few popular songs in a high-pitched voice, and finally slunk off the stage amidst a chorus of boos:
"These idiots, they can't even appreciate such awesome music..." I had no time to listen to his rambling. I broke free
from his grasp and rushed to Gerile's side: "How did it go? Did it work out?"

Gerile shook her head: "No, they said they didn't want a girl."

"Damn... it's okay, it's their loss if they don't want you. Even Luo Qi managed to become a lead singer, I don't believe
our Gerile can't. We'll look again slowly." Saying that, I pulled her up from her chair: "I can't take it anymore
, you have to help me."

Gerile rolled her eyes at me: "Can't you think about something else?"

"No, I get so aroused the moment I see you! Come here." I pulled her into a small room behind the stage,
locked the door, and impatiently pulled down my pants and pulled out my rock-hard penis: "Give me a blowjob."

Gerile knelt down, sniffed the purplish-red glans, and wrinkled her nose at me: "It smells good!"

Then she opened her mouth and took it in. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, enjoying Gerile's warm, moist
mouth for a while, then made her take off her pants and bend over, and I fucked her from behind.

After about ten thrusts, Gerile's vagina, which had been slightly dry, started to flow, and more and more
, streams flowing down her plump, white thighs. As I thrust in and out, I moistened my middle finger with my mouth
and then pressed it against her anus. Gerile struggled a few times: "Don't touch me like that!"

"Just for a little while... don't move around."

I pressed down on her buttocks with one hand and poked my middle finger into her anus: "This afternoon
, Grasshopper just slept with a girl from Peking University. She told me she didn't go through the front door, but went straight for the back door, saying it was really great."

Gerile turned her flushed face: "He's a scoundrel, don't learn from him!"

I shamelessly said: "Gerile, can I have a 'real great' experience too?" As I said this, I pulled out my penis
and pressed it against her anus.

Gerile struggled violently: "No! I'm telling you, Jinzi, if you dare, I'll never forgive you!" I
quickly softened: "Okay, okay, no way." As soon as she calmed down, I immediately squatted down and frantically
licked her pussy.

Gerile groaned a few times and then stopped moving. I spread her buttocks apart and began to
move my tongue around on her anus. "No...no..." she writhed uncomfortably, and I licked her even harder:
"Gerile, let me try?"

"No!"

I licked her again, about ten times in a row: "Will it work?"

"No...no..."

I forcefully pulled open her anus and inserted the tip of my tongue, stirring it around a few times: "Will it work?"

Gerile finally relented: "Let's go home...we'll talk about it when we get home, not here..."

I chuckled and stood up again: "Don't try to back out later..." I said, pushing my glans back
into her body.

I had only thrust a few times when Grasshopper called from outside the door: "Gold...it's almost your turn, come out!"

"Damn!" I was a little anxious and quickly pulled my penis out: "Gerile, hurry up and use your mouth on me, there's no time
!"

Gerile turned around and sucked hard on the glans. I tried to relax my body as much as possible, and ejaculated in no
time ...

After I sang a few songs, Gerile went home first. I was in a hurry to deflower her, so I hastily ended
the performance, packed up my things, and was about to go home when San'er, who was playing the drums, suddenly grabbed me: "Jinzi, someone wants to
talk to you."

"Who is it?"

"It's Brother Zang."

Although I had seen many big names in person, I still felt a little nervous in front of Zang Tianshuo. He
smiled and looked at me for a long time before speaking: "Brother, your songs are not bad."

"Not at all, not at all, I can't compare to you, brother."

"I'm not praising you. San'er showed me your stuff, I'm planning to take a few, you name your price."

I looked at him, then lit a cigarette: "Brother thinks highly of me, then I won't be polite. Three hundred each
."

He nodded, smiling as always, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Watching me silently finish my cigarette, he spoke again: "The bassist in my team just left, are you
interested ?"

My heart clenched instantly, I knew what those words meant. Joining his band meant I would
completely leave the underground rock scene. Through him, I could quickly realize my original dream, and I would have
many opportunities to become famous… But—on the day I had a physical relationship with Gerile, I made up
my mind to leave Beijing because I felt I no longer belonged here; I had lost my passion for rock. The reason I…
I didn't leave because I had to find a way out for Gerile—at least a
job .

I didn't say anything. Although I had made up my mind to leave, the temptation before me was hard to resist. After thinking silently
for a long time, I finally made up my mind.

"Brother Zang, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Go ahead." He looked at me with his arms crossed.

"I know a girl from the grasslands, she's also a bassist. She's very talented, and her songwriting is great,
but she just doesn't have a chance. I want... to ask you to give her a chance, or rather, give her my chance."

He looked at me for a long time: "What about you? I only have one spot here."

I nodded: "She's different from me. I have another path besides playing rock, but she doesn't. She has nothing
but music."

Brother Zang seemed to understand and nodded: "Okay, let's do it that way. I'll contact her later." As he spoke, he
stood up and patted me heavily on the shoulder: "Good job."

Looking at his broad back, my heart was in turmoil. I knew it was time to leave Beijing.

Grasshopper appeared beside me at some point and offered me a cigarette. "You're leaving?"

I nodded and looked at him. "Grasshopper, come with me to Old Gu's place."

After knocking for a while, there was finally a response from inside. A woman's voice came out: "Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Gu Yong."

The door opened, and a delicate face peeked out from the crack. "Are you recording? Brother Gu just fell asleep. Can you
come tomorrow?"

"Old Gu!!!" Grasshopper shouted at the top of his lungs, "Work's here! Hurry up and get a client!!"

"Damn! What's with all the howling in the middle of the night?" Old Gu muttered as he opened the door and casually
slapped the girl's butt, who was only wearing a shirt and had two snow-white thighs exposed. "It's nothing, he's my buddy. You go to sleep first."

The girl rolled her eyes at us. "Then hurry up." She then wiggled her butt and went into the room.

"Not bad, little chick." Grasshopper whistled towards the door. "Where did you find her?"

"Hehe, from the Central Courtyard (Note 3). Nice figure, right? Even better kung fu! She's been
singing harmonies for others here lately, and it's been great... We'll talk about that later. What are you guys doing here so late? Recording?"

I didn't know what to say for a moment as I spoke into the microphone.

"Gerile, I think I have to go. This is something I decided a long time ago, so don't worry about it. I wanted to say
goodbye to you in person, but I think I'll pass. If we met, I wouldn't know what to say. Besides, if we
part ways like this, with a little regret, we'll remember each other longer, don't you think? I heard your song the other day—
the one about the grasslands—and I felt it was too sad. I told you it wasn't suitable for you, so I changed it for you. I'll
sing ."

Old Gu turned on the backing track that I and Grasshopper had recorded separately. I paused for a moment, and after the intro ended, I started singing
: "Boundless grasslands, blue sky, growing green hope. I can't tell if it's a stream or stars twinkling in
my heart I can only go back to my hometown... Ah... The vast pastures and white-haired shepherds are reaping
the dream of freedom. I can't tell if it's white clouds or sheep on the horizon. Beautiful and kind, only my hometown... Ah..."

In the morning, I boarded the train to Shenyang. Grasshopper's eyes were red. He waved
the cassette tape in his hand outside the window, nodded to me, and then turned and left.

The moment the car started moving, my heart suddenly ached as if it were being torn apart. My face itched, and when I touched it,
I found my face was already covered in tears—in that instant, I discovered the love that had been hidden in my heart. "Gerl..."

I murmured to the sleeping Beijing outside the window, "...I love you..."

It had been many years, and I had forgotten much about Beijing, but I had never forgotten the love
that . Of course, I was referring to my love. I didn't know if Gerile loved me. Until I received

two CDs from Hu Ma, who had already become famous. One was Gerile's
solo album called "New Century," and the other was a live recording of the 2001 New Millennium Chinese Music Awards, where Gerile won
the Best Newcomer Award in China.

She looked exactly the same as when I first met her, except that her long hair was gone.

After the speech, Gerile sang her song:

"On a warm winter afternoon

, time lingered here. Your eyes

were filled with tenderness,

giving me thoughts of happiness . The

sunshine warmed my heart. From now on, loneliness will not linger. I hope we can hold hands in this life. Happiness is the only reason. Love, let me forget all my wounds. Go, time will not stop again. Come, no longer an excuse for pain.

Go

,

I

do

n't

want

to

chase

after that afternoon again ." At that moment , tears welled up in my eyes. [The End] ********** ... Rock youths from all over were attracted by the low housing prices and relatively spacious and quiet environment, and many settled here. However, the "Shucun" truly referred to in the rock music scene is a place called Houying in the northwest, where 90% of the bands and singers are located. There are many other things about Shucun, but I won't go into detail. (Alas, I wonder if Shucun still exists, and if there are still people from the rock scene living there.) Note 3: People in the Beijing music scene refer to the "Central Conservatory of Music" as "Central Conservatory. "

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