Beijing Stories (Repost) 3

Chapter Three

Hao Mei was the typical white-collar professional woman; she worked in sales management at a joint venture company
. I only liked two types of women: schoolgirls and women like Hao Mei. I disliked
singers and models; they were demanding, but their appeal was stale, and their overall demeanor was lacking. As for boys, I
preferred those who played music or painted; most of them were just temporary dabblers, either for money or for
a fleeting thrill. I'd never been involved with schoolgirls. In reality, finding boys was much harder than finding girls
, and high-quality girls were extremely rare. Perhaps that's why I preferred the latter.

What attracted me most about Hao Mei wasn't her pretty and playful appearance, nor her intelligent and sensitive
mind , but her full, plump buttocks. Unlike the flat buttocks of typical Eastern girls
, hers were rounded, thick-fleshed, and with delicate skin, even her walk was a proud, swaying gait. Of course, I wouldn't let her know these things
, otherwise she would think me vulgar. For the past six months, I've been dating her, and every month
I've bought her eight or nine thousand yuan worth of random gifts.

It's not even November yet, and the leaves are almost all fallen. On Sunday morning, I was still sound asleep in bed,
one hand still resting on Hao Mei's white bottom. The phone rang loudly, forcing me to open my eyes and answer
. It was Liu Zheng:

"Are you crazy? Calling me so early," I mumbled.

"Early? Look at the time! Almost noon."

"What is it?" I asked impatiently.

"Lan Yu called me this morning, saying he just finished his midterms. I guess he misses you."
Liu Zheng was a little blunt.

"..."

"You forgot?"

"I know, you told him..." I glanced at my watch: "Two o'clock, I'll wait for him at 'Xiang Ge
' at two."

Hanging up, I was wide awake, suddenly excited, and jumped up to put on my pants.

"Whose call was that? Are you going out?" Hao Mei looked at me from the bed.

"Get up quickly, I have something urgent this afternoon, let's go eat first." I said, tossing her
clothes him.

"Are you alright?" Hao Mei asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, just business, but I have to go."

Hao Mei didn't ask any more questions; she knew her limits.

At two o'clock, the lobby of "Xiang Ge" was quiet, with only a few tables of people
chatting. Around 2:20, I saw Lan Yu walk in. He looked a little different than last time.
I gestured to him as he looked around, and he saw me:

"Sorry I'm late." He didn't explain much.

"How did you get here?"

"By bus." His Mandarin had improved considerably.

"I don't know all of Beijing yet, I got on the wrong bus once." He added.

As I listened to him, I looked him over. I was surprised; in just four or five months, he had grown taller,
and his complexion wasn't as dark and thin as before. Especially his expression; it completely lacked that tense and heavy
feeling . Although he still wasn't smiling, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. But his eyes hadn't changed: melancholy and unease.

“From now on, you can just take a taxi. If I have time, I can pick you up.”

He didn’t speak.

“Do you still like school?”

“It’s terrible. Everyone used to be the best student, now everyone could be last.
Everyone’s secretly competing.” He laughed as he said this, it was the first time I’d ever seen him truly laugh, so bright
and sweet.

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, just keep up. How’s the cafeteria? Is the food good
?” I have one advantage: I can always make others feel my care and sincerity, so I have many friends
and 'close friends'.

“It’s good, mostly northern food, the steamed buns are huge, but the noodles are bad.”

“Ha,” I laughed, “Don’t buy the noodles in the cafeteria at all, they’re all soaked in water. I
remember once I bought half a pound of noodles for lunch, and I went to the toilet five times, and I was hungry again before 2 p.m.
But to be honest, I’ve eaten at many schools, and the cafeteria at Nanjing University is pretty good, the worst is at
Huaqiao University.”

“I’m at Huaqiao University.” He said with no small amount of pride. Judging from his expression, it seemed like he was telling the truth.

I was a little surprised. Was he telling the whole truth? Was he really a college student, and a good
one ? I still had my doubts. As we approached my room, I suddenly remembered something and asked,

"Where did you come from? Have you eaten?"

"No," he said somewhat embarrassedly, "I had a tutoring session this morning, and I was afraid of being late, so I came straight here
."

For some reason, he always surprised me.

That time, we were very engrossed in our lovemaking. While eating, we kept looking at each other. If he were a girl
, I definitely would have touched him then and there. After a quick meal, we rushed to the room, both of us
almost to contain ourselves. As I undressed him, I said breathlessly,

"Why did it take you so long to contact me? I missed you so much!"

"School just started, I've been too busy with classes. I kept wanting to call you, but I was afraid..." His voice trembled
slightly　　 .

The almost frenzied passion of two men making love is incomparable to that of heterosexuals. His zipper
wouldn't open, so I yanked it open, and soon he was completely naked in front of me. His smooth, bronze skin was full of
elasticity; he had broad shoulders and narrow hips—a typical inverted triangle physique. We kissed, caressed each other, and performed oral sex on each other
. I tentatively inserted my finger slightly into his anus; his body trembled, but he didn't resist
and continued kissing me passionately. When my finger went a little further in, he abruptly pulled away and stopped kissing. I
glanced at him; that dreamlike melancholy was back on his face. I kissed his face again
and whispered

"I really like you. Do whatever you want."

This worked; he became even more excited. I ejaculated during his oral sex, and then I masturbated him
, and he ejaculated quickly too. After we showered, we lay down again. This time, he didn't fall asleep quickly
. We started chatting, and I told him not to call me General Manager Chen anymore, but to call me Han Dong, meaning to defend Mao Zedong.
Mao Zedong Thought. I briefly told him about myself, and he listened with a cheerful and relaxed air. I
felt it was necessary to clarify some things with him sooner rather than later:

"It's quite fate that we met, but you're too young, and I feel a little guilty. Actually, this kind of thing
isn't a big deal in the West, but here it's considered indecent assault. Anyway, be careful with this kind of thing; it's just
between the two of you, don't tell outsiders. Also, doing this is all voluntary; if you get along, you're together;
if you don't, then it's over."

He listened attentively without saying a word.

"Actually, if two people are too familiar, it's a bit embarrassing to do this anymore," I said with a smile,
which was a hint. He seemed like a girl experiencing her first love, and I was afraid he would take it too seriously.

We met up twice more afterward, and each time it went very well, but there was no new progress. I really
didn't want force him; it's only fun if both of us feel good. I was patient, and my interest in him only grew stronger. He
never asked me for money, and he never talked about himself, and I didn't ask either. Liu Zheng had asked him
if I had enough money, and he said it would be fine for the semester; his scholarship plus the money from two tutoring jobs would be enough.

He was indeed "naturally handsome," and had grown taller, making
him even more charming as a young man. However, his clothes detracted from his appeal, not even matching the standards of Beijing boys at that time. I had Xiao Min (my
ex- girlfriend) buy over a dozen of those clothes designed specifically for young men in Hong Kong; back then,
there weren't any foreign-owned stores in Beijing.

After we finished working that day, I pointed to a large pile of bags in the closet and told him they were clothes I'd bought for him.
He just said "Oh," without even a thank you. The next morning, he got up at six, saying he
had class at eight. I offered to take him, but he said no, the bus was quick. I told him to take the clothes with him, and after
a moment's hesitation, he took out a pair of jeans and a jacket and put them on, saying he'd leave the rest there. After he left,
I didn't go back to sleep. When I got to the company, I told my secretary and Liu Zheng that if Lan Yu called, they should say I wasn't there
. I was glad I hadn't given him my phone number.

In December, I had to go to the Czech Republic for business. I didn't want to go; I hate
flying , and my friends all said I was "old-fashioned." But I went anyway because Beijing was boring, and Hao Mei
completely ditched me. Her big butt was like the popsicle I craved as a child—it became disgusting to look at.
Girls like her, though they didn't argue with me, were even harder to get rid of. I stayed in the Czech Republic for six days, signed a
contract, and resolved the customs issues with the goods. I didn't come back immediately; I wanted to enjoy myself there,
but I was worried about cleanliness—I was very concerned about that. Later, I decided to test my courage by letting the people who came with me
go back first, while I flew to Hong Kong. I didn't fly back to Beijing until mid-January.

I hadn't forgotten about Lan Yu, but no one mentioned it to me. That year, the Spring Festival came particularly late, and by the end of
January everyone in the company was anxious, thinking about the holiday.

Every day, watching students and migrant workers from other places carrying small bags and large loads to the station, I thought: Lan Yu
should go home for the New Year too.

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