The sublimation of maternal love (1,2)

The Sublimation of Motherly Love (1)
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1
Lan Nuanyi was in a particularly good mood today because it was the first day of her son's last summer vacation before junior high school.
Two years ago, in a relationship dispute, her son was awarded to her ex-husband, who then transferred his job to a neighboring city. In this battle, Lan Nuanyi couldn't say who the winner was; she lost her son, and her husband lost her. In the two years combined, she could only spend a month with her son. Last night, she begged and pleaded with her ex-husband on the phone before he finally approved her to spend a month's vacation with her. This was a period that used to take two years to accumulate, but now it was all made up in a month. However, although it was a vacation, the school where Lan Nuanyi taught still had a meeting today, which was basically the same old thing about home visits by homeroom teachers during the summer vacation and the issue of opening summer tutoring classes. "These things were all agreed upon before the holiday, why all the fuss?" Lan Nuanyi grumbled for the first time in her life, followed by her first absence since starting work. She asked her class monitor for leave and excitedly headed to the supermarket.

In the kitchen, Lan Nuanyi felt a pang of regret. Her perfect attendance record of over ten years was gone just like that. Even her divorce proceedings were delayed until the students' holidays. But she didn't regret it. The reason for this leave was simply to get home earlier and have time to cook some of her best dishes for her son. Lan Nuanyi busied herself happily, while also keeping a close eye on the door. Her son had a key and could open the door himself, which was why she didn't want him to be greeted by an empty living room.

At this moment, Lan Nuanyi stood behind the door, mechanically wiping her hands on her apron. She felt both nervous and excited. Although it had only been six months since they last saw each other, it felt like enduring six harsh winters.

Lan Nuanyi hesitated, wondering whether she should open the door for her son, afraid of startling him. The clinking of the keys outside sounded like heavenly music to her; she even felt a pang of self-reproach for installing these two complicated locks… The lock finally turned gently, and a boy appeared before her, smiling and calling out, “Mom.” Lan Nuanyi’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, her nose stinging, as if all the sleepless nights, torment, and sacrifices she had endured had been compensated by that one word, “Mom.” She embraced her son tightly, driven by her longing and the tears she didn’t want him to see.

Fifteen-year-old Ouyang Zhiyuan was caught off guard by his mother’s strong reaction, but instinctively wrapped his arms around her back as well. He wasn’t as tall as Lan Nuanyi, so he could only rest his face against her neck. Beneath his eyelids was his mother’s snow-white neck. He suddenly thought of the ballet "Swan Lake." The swans dancing mournfully by the lake also had necks that were no different from his.
A scent, like sandalwood and musk, wafted into Ouyang Zhiyuan's senses—the unique fragrance of his mother, which he had smelled for over a decade. Yet, this all-too-familiar scent stirred within him a stirring of adolescent desire. Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned back slightly.

Lan Nuanyi seemed to sense her son's unease, but she didn't dwell on it, attributing it to her own overly eager behavior. She quickly released her embrace and led her son to the living room: "Xiao Zhi, sit here and watch TV. Mom's cooking is almost ready." Ouyang Zhiyuan smiled: "I'm your son, not some guest. Shouldn't I help out?" A warm feeling washed over Lan Nuanyi. She smiled and glanced at her son, saying, "Just help Mom eat more later."

With that, she turned and went into the kitchen.

For her son's arrival, even at home, Lan Nuanyi dared not wear her usual casual clothes, but instead donned a light purple tube dress as if she were a distinguished guest. Of course, she wouldn't wear makeup; firstly, she didn't like it, and secondly, there was no need. She had absolute confidence in her looks and figure. Although she had inevitably reached thirty-six, she was fortunate to still have the same bust and hip measurements, plus a twenty-four or twenty-five waist and a height of 1.65 meters, which alone made her outshine most women her age.

Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned against the door frame, watching his mother bustling about for the first time with admiration, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart for the first time: "Mom, you look a bit special today. How come I never noticed before that my mom is such a beautiful woman?" Lan Nuanyi blushed; even her son's praise made her feel a little shy and dizzy, only knowing that her outfit was worth every penny. Taking the opportunity to wipe the fine sweat from her temples with the back of her hand, Lan Nuanyi unconsciously puffed out her chest: "Mom, is it because you're getting old that Xiaozhi is saying this to comfort you? I've never heard you say this before." "Everyone knows you're going out, but now it's just you and me here..." Realizing it was inappropriate, Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly swallowed his words, as it sounded a bit like a lonely man and woman alone in a room. Lan Nuanyi didn't think much of it, but she was a little puzzled by her son's hesitation. She sincerely hoped he would say something more, but he suddenly became very taciturn, only going in and out to fetch bowls and plates for the meal.

Only now did Lan Nuanyi realize how important air conditioning was in July. Her life had always been tranquil, and she was used to taking things as they came, so she hadn't paid much attention to the air conditioner that had run out of refrigerant last year. Seeing her son sweating profusely as he ate, Lan Nuanyi felt a pang of self-reproach, but also tenderly patted his forehead with a handkerchief. "Eat slowly, there's plenty of food." "Mom, you eat too! Look at all this food, my bowl is overflowing!"

Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a little awkward seeing his mother just staring at him with her chopsticks. "Yes, Mom's eating."
Lan Nuanyi absentmindedly fed herself, not daring to add more food to her son's bowl, but when the bowl was almost empty, she would suddenly add another piece, leaving Ouyang Zhiyuan both amused and exasperated.

Lan Nuanyi was a very clean person. After dinner, she helped Ouyang Zhiyuan sit on the sofa to continue watching TV, then hurriedly cleaned up the mess and took a shower, adjusting the water temperature and filling the bathtub for her son. After dinner, the bond between mother and son was no different from two years ago; if anything, it was only a deeper one.

Seeing that there was no longer any restraint between mother and son, she casually put on her pajamas and went to the living room to urge her son to take a bath. Ouyang Zhiyuan was not so enthusiastic, lying on the sofa like a dead snake, refusing to go no matter how much his mother pulled and pushed him. Lan Nuanyi found even coaxing her son to take a bath a pleasure. She put on a pleading face and laughed, "Xiao Zhi, get up quickly... You sweated so much just now, you can't not wash up quickly... How about Mom scratches your head for you?" Ouyang Zhiyuan then put on a bright, sunny smile: "Ha, that's my good mom." Lan Nuanyi also laughed and lightly patted her son's bottom, scolding, "You lazybones... Sigh, it's easier to wash if you sit in the dining room."

Lan Nuanyi deliberately adjusted her chair to face the bathroom door, her hand gently rubbing Ouyang Zhiyuan's hair. From the moment she started, her eyes never left the bathroom mirror. From there, she could see her son enjoying her service with his eyes closed, occasionally wincing when she accidentally pulled his hair, making her feel an urge to kiss him as compensation. The child before her was the fruit of her and her ex-husband's love, the culmination of ten months of arduous pregnancy suffering, the precious baby she endured three hours of excruciating pain on the operating table to bring into the world. He inherited almost all the best features of his parents, with nascent angularity, his face resembling his father's, yet containing seven-tenths of her own features. Looking at her hair, now covered in white foam from scratching, she suddenly realized her son looked remarkably like David in the Greek sculpture… Lan Nuanyi was mesmerized.

Ouyang Zhiyuan was enjoying the feeling of being close to his mother.

Because the chair's armrests were at just the right height, Ouyang Zhiyuan's elbows could just touch Lan Nuanyi's hips.

Lan Nuanyi's body swayed gently with the movement of her arms, lightly rubbing against his elbow. Ouyang Zhiyuan dared not push his arm too far back, lest excessive pressure make his mother notice, but this did not affect the warmth of his mother's body and the soft feeling from his thighs coming through his arm. He even "touched" the lace trim of Lan Nuanyi's panties with his elbow. "It should be the kind with wide lace trim close to the thighs," Ouyang Zhiyuan thought to himself, feeling the fire between his legs burning up from his lower abdomen and chest, almost bursting out of his mouth.

"Mom..."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, just wanted to call you."

Lan Nuanyi's heart truly warmed at this moment, she lightly tapped her son's head and smiled, "Come on, flush." Seeing her son tuck in his stomach and head down as he walked towards the bathroom, remembering that he might not feel good if his clothes got wet, she added, "Take off your clothes, okay? Mom doesn't have the skills of those beauty salons." Ouyang Zhiyuan stood frozen

in front of his mother. He knew his mother only wanted to take off his coat. Normally, he would have done it himself without her permission. But now… the reason he had tucked in his stomach earlier was because he was afraid his mother would discover his embarrassing state… It was too late to stop her.

Seeing her son standing motionless, Lan Nuanyi assumed he was afraid of getting tears in his eyes, so she proactively lifted his t-shirt. Ouyang Zhiyuan reflexively raised his hands, his mind a jumble, trying to calm his throbbing erection; but his mother's scent lingered inappropriately, and the contact between his body and her fingers made his erection react in the opposite way to his desires.
Lan Nuanyi didn't stop, continuing to squat down and unbuckle her belt: “Xiao Zhi, you should go out and play more often, meet friends. Your dad said you should read books and go online when you have time, kids need to be more active…” Before she could finish, she froze. Less than ten centimeters in front of her was a bulging package. Lan Nuanyi had never imagined that her son's male characteristics had matured to this extent; it was so impressive that it could stretch the top of his underwear open slightly. Lan Nuanyi even saw a drop of clear liquid there.

"Mom..." Ouyang Zhiyuan shifted uncomfortably, startling Lan Nuanyi out of her surprise, embarrassment, and a hint of inexplicable joy and shyness. She discreetly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cleared her throat, and chuckled, "Come on, rinse him off." She hastily washed her son and fled the bathroom as if escaping.

Ouyang Zhiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His mother's unexpected anger lessened his guilt considerably; and her hesitant, shy, and genuine expression of affection left him with a lingering sense of satisfaction. "So my exposure can actually elicit such a strong reaction from a mature woman." Ouyang Zhiyuan, who used to feel inferior among his friends because of his large size, suddenly felt proud. Recalling his mother's expression, his genitals, immersed in warm water, grew even hotter. "Again, Mom, I want to see more..." Ouyang Zhiyuan pondered how to recreate this scene.

To be an exhibitionist in front of his mother again with a legitimate reason, Ouyang Zhiyuan first needed a good one. He thought of clothes; he was glad he had come to his mother empty-handed.

"Mom..."

In the living room, Lan Nuanyi rested her elbows on her knees, her hands supporting her cheeks, trying to cool the burning heat. Since her divorce, she had been deeply troubled by the rumors that "a widow's door is always rife with gossip." For two years, she dared not truly think about men, focusing solely on her work and longing for her son. In social situations, she often presented a cold, aloof demeanor, making her nickname at school change from "Blue Beauty" two years prior to "Cold Beauty." She had also become accustomed to maintaining a distance of "three feet" from men. But now, someone who could be considered either a man or her son was right before her eyes, revealing something she had long forgotten. Despite the barrier between them, Lan Nuanyi believed her burning face was entirely due to the heat radiating from her son's manhood. She gently crossed her legs, shyly experiencing the feeling of her underwear being soaked—a feeling she hadn't had in two or three years. A moment later, Lan Nuanyi waved her hand, trying to shoo away her wandering thoughts like flies. "My son was passive; who told me to take off his pants?" she subconsciously tried to excuse him.

Just then, her son's cry of "Mom!" came from the bathroom, like a clap of thunder, causing her to reflexively jump up and rush over. Her son's summons was, of course, a royal decree.

Ouyang Zhiyuan's request startled Lan Nuanyi, who then realized she had been too rushed that afternoon and hadn't bought her son any clean clothes. She scolded herself for a moment, standing by the door—not daring to go in again—and cautiously asked, "Xiao Zhi, Mom forgot to buy you…underwear. Can you just wear what you have today?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan was secretly pleased; he had guessed correctly. He feigned displeasure, "What? You told me to come empty-handed again, but now it's a different story." He even slapped the water hard with both hands, the sound telling Lan Nuanyi that her son was throwing a tantrum.

Lan Nuanyi panicked, hastily pushing open the door to explain, "Xiao Zhi, Mom didn't mean it, tomorrow—" But the scene before her made her unable to continue.

Ouyang Zhiyuan sat in the bathtub, staring at his mother as she rushed in. Through the still-unwashed water, the menacing shape of his penis was unmistakably revealed.

Lan Nuanyi, of course, saw it too.

She almost collapsed to her knees, quickly bracing herself against the doorframe to avert her gaze. Her son's clothes were piled on the floor, apparently ruined by the water. Her previous suggestion was useless, and her explanations were ineffective. Her son had already encountered such an unpleasant situation on his very first day; how would he manage for the next month?

Lan Nuanyi cleared her throat and carefully said, "Xiao Zhi, it's Mom's fault, don't be angry… How about Mom thinks of something, okay?" Ouyang Zhiyuan lowered his head, rubbing his penis in the water, imagining his mother's flushed, surprised, and ashamed face, and forced a muffled reply, "…Okay…"

Lan Nuanyi let out a long breath and rushed to the guest room—her son's actions had left her breathless.

Composing herself, she remembered what she needed to do and began searching the wardrobe for a suitable replacement. Since Ouyang Zhiyuan always brought his own changes of clothes for vacations, she hadn't paid attention to this. Now she regretted her oversight: the closet only contained one set of pajamas and a few outdated coats, but no underwear...

Standing there for a long time, Lan Nuanyi reluctantly made a decision that even she felt embarrassed about. She had no choice but to let her son wear her underwear.

Looking at herself in the dressing mirror, Lan Nuanyi couldn't make a decision. First, her hips were much larger than her son's, and most of the plain-colored underwear covered her entire buttocks, which would be too loose for him; the small thongs were ones she had worn two years ago, and she found them too sexy—either embroidered or lace-trimmed, and the colors weren't quite right either, too bright red or too purple... After much deliberation, she picked out a pair of plain white thongs. They were a bit thin, but at least they weren't fancy, so her son would probably have to make do.

Ouyang Zhiyuan felt awkward as he stepped out of the living room. His clothes weren't his own; his pajamas were clearly a size too small. But when he saw his mother's anxious gaze, he realized his prank had gone a bit too far. He wrapped his arms around her neck from behind the sofa: "Mom... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you..."

Lan Nuanyi enjoyed the warmth of her son's face against her ear. She felt no resentment, only a surge of warmth in her heart: "Silly child, it's my fault... Even a teacher can be so careless... Come, sit here—I'll change you tomorrow after work... Is there anything else I need to buy?"

"Isn't it a holiday? Why do I still have to go to work?" Ouyang Zhiyuan casually picked up the newspaper beside him.

"Of course you students are on holiday, but I still have to meet with all the subject teachers to discuss the tutoring classes. The class I'm teaching next semester will be a graduating class, and the higher-ups aren't comfortable with that. They insist that each subject teacher give them extra tutoring—that's the rule. Frankly, it's all for the college entrance exam pass rate, for their political achievements."

Lan Nuanyi felt a little guilty and resentful thinking that she still couldn't spend all her time with her son this month.

"Hey, Mom, didn't you often give me extra tutoring before? Was it for your political achievements?" Before the mother and son separated, Lan Nuanyi often acted as his tutor, but now she rarely had the chance to hear her mother's earnest advice anymore, and Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Lan Nuanyi noticed her son's emotional fluctuations and was touched by his attachment, but didn't want to add to the turmoil: "You were just young and ignorant before. Now I'm too busy sending you out to play. There has to be a balance. If the Ouyang family produces a bookworm in the future, I'll be laughing at you."

"You only taught me to read and write, but you didn't teach me how to eat, drink, and have fun."

"Do I need to teach you how to have fun? Don't say that to others, it's embarrassing. Besides, you've been a little devil since you were a child, what use do you have for your mother?"

"No matter how old I get, I'm still your son, right? It's only natural for a son to take advantage of his mother..."

"Go away, what benefits have I given you?" Although he said this, his playful smile warmed Lan Nuanyi's heart. She straightened her legs, and her son wanted to rest his head on her lap to read the newspaper.

Lan Nuanyi secretly changed a few channels on the TV and looked down at her son: He really grew up, and he even had a bit of a fuzzy mustache on his upper lip. She had previously caught a glimpse of her son's naked body in the bathroom, noticing the black pubic hair; though it was just a fleeting glimpse, she was certain there was another pubic hair among the black pubic hair… Remembering how she had described her son as “precocious for his age,” the muscularity of his certain part truly made her feel intoxicated, proud, and also—dazzled. This time, Lan Nuanyi dared not cross her legs, even though her underwear was wet again.

“Mom, can you check my pimple on my forehead? Is it ripe? It hurts a little.” Ouyang Zhiyuan noticed his mother's gaze and casually made this request.

“Hmm…hmm?…Mom, let me see…oh, it’s ripe—don’t move, Mom has to squeeze it out.” Lan Nuanyi pulled her son’s upper body into her arms, bending down to carefully examine the pimple, her slender white fingers pressing on it.

“…It’s so big…tell Mom if it hurts…”
Ouyang Zhiyuan’s mind was busy; he didn’t care if the sky were falling. He was enjoying the gentle pressure of his mother's full breasts against his body, the subtle fragrance of orchids on his face, and the warm, jade-like massage on his forehead: "Mom, I really want to stay in your arms like this forever."

"Don't talk nonsense again."

"I'm serious. Dad said he wanted to find me a stepmother to take care of me, but he's only thinking of himself. I won't do it. Who has two mothers in the world? If he dares to marry one, I'll move back!"

"Your dad has his difficulties too. It's not good for a man like him to not have a woman at home to keep things in order. Don't you often complain to me about the noodles he cooks?"

"Oh, so he needs someone to take care of him, but my mom doesn't need someone to help her buy rice and carry vegetables? Fine, then when someone takes care of him, I'll go take care of my mom. One for each of us, we're even..."

A drop of warm liquid dripped onto Ouyang Zhiyuan's face, startling him so much that he stopped talking and opened his eyes to look at his mother. Lan Nuanyi looked at him with teary eyes, "Good son, sweet son... Mom didn't miss you for nothing... I didn't love you for nothing... Let Mom hug you again... Qilin'er..." Her voice choked with sobs, the nickname she had longed to call her son finally escaped her lips. Years ago, she had unintentionally called him that in front of his classmates, and the laughter from them had made him sullen for days. Since then, she hadn't dared to speak it again, but now she couldn't care less.

The clock slowly struck twelve, startling Lan Nuanyi from her reverie, and causing her son in her arms to utter a mumbled word, not very clear, something like "Mom, I..." Lan Nuanyi smiled slightly, "Strange, this child always uses single 'Mom's' during the day, how come he's calling out 'Mom' in his dreams? I'll have to ask him about it another day." Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, she pondered how to get this nearly 100-pound treasure to his bedroom.

When Lan Nuanyi picked him up, Ouyang Zhiyuan noticed, but he didn't intend to let his mother know to avoid embarrassment. Besides, being nestled in his mother's arms was quite pleasant. Only after his mother gently kissed his forehead and left could he move his body and have a chance to savor everything that had happened that day. He thought of his mother's mature and voluptuous body, her captivating smiles, and the underwear that was currently tightly covering his crotch...

Ouyang Zhiyuan rolled over, pulled the blanket over himself, and without thinking twice, he moved around for a while before finally falling into a deep sleep...

Lan Nuanyi wasn't so lucky; she practically collapsed onto her bed. Luckily, her son's bedroom was just across the hall from hers, otherwise she would have had to crawl back. Just so as not to wake her son, she carried the woman, who was about the same weight as her, across the room.

“What a woman couldn’t do, a mother can do.”

Lan Nuanyi said with a hint of pride, “Tomorrow I’ll let him know how hard his mother works, and see how he feels sorry for me.” Perhaps her son would scold her while giving her a massage? Lan Nuanyi’s heart fluttered again. Thinking of her son’s dependence on her and his filial piety, in a few years, she would have a broad shoulder to lean on.

“Of course, Qilin’er has broad shoulders, much more muscular than that David.” David? That’s a nude statue… “My son showed me his…” Lan Nuanyi unconsciously moved the square pillow she usually cuddled between her legs and gently rubbed it. Her lower body was being uncooperative; this was the third time tonight that she had soaked her underwear.

“Underwear… Qilin’er also has a pair of my underwear, right? It’s been stained with my…water… Now, this strip of cloth that should be on a woman’s most private parts… is wrapped around a man’s…penis…” Lan Nuanyi forced herself to say the word “penis” aloud. The contraction of her lower body cavity was like an electric current thundering from bottom to top. If she didn’t find the point of explosion on her vocal cords, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the pleasure that runs through her whole body. It seemed that only in this way could she better match the surging ecstatic climax.

Lan Nuanyi stared at the ceiling with teary eyes, letting her body twitch intermittently: “Thank you… Qilin’er… thank you…”

(II)
When Ouyang Zhiyuan woke up, he found himself bathed in the morning light. Although the thick French curtains were drawn on the windows, the sunlight still insisted on shining in through the light-colored lace gaps. It would be a clear and hot summer day.

He spread out on the bed in a 'big' shape and refused to move. His mind was still filled with the crazy things he had done last night.

"That's my own mother! How could she become the object of my sexual fantasies?" Ouyang Zhiyuan was torn between his conscience and his own. While blaming himself, he couldn't help but sketch his mother's figure in his mind; it was this body he had never seen before that fueled his longing for the opposite sex. Thinking of this, his already erect penis grew even more unbearable. Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly got up, afraid he would once again defile the elegant and virtuous mother in his heart.

His mother wasn't in the room; only the breakfast on the table was quietly steaming, indicating that she had only recently left. He picked up a letter from beside him. His mother's delicate handwriting leaped out from the paper:

Zhi'er: Mom went to school and won't be back until noon. The clothes you changed out of last night are drying outside on the balcony. If you want to go shopping, go see if they're dry and change. There's money at the dressing table. Don't stay out too late; Mom will miss you.

Ouyang Zhiyuan smiled slightly. Only by his mother's side could he truly understand what meticulous care meant. Beside his breakfast, his mother had even folded a napkin into a little crane, a trick she used to coax him to eat when he was little. Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a warmth in his heart. He hastily finished his breakfast, changed into his own clothes, and carefully tucked the little paper crane into his pocket. He felt he couldn't repay his mother's love, so he could only wander the streets, hoping to find something he could offer as a token of his gratitude.

On Beijing Road, the sweltering heat of midsummer couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm for shopping. Everywhere were young men and women like birds released from their cages, idle street thugs, and heavily made-up escorts taking advantage of the daytime to buy clothes and shop. Ouyang Zhiyuan, also bewildered, joined this throng of headless flies. His pockets were practically dripping with cash, yet he still couldn't decide what to give his mother. His mother wouldn't care about cosmetics or jewelry, and some daily necessities couldn't be given as gifts…

He subconsciously followed behind a pair of alluring women, admiring their seductive gait and the glimpses of their lingerie. When talking about these "ladies" with his friends, he always expressed his disdain for them, but in his heart…

"Sigh, if only I could give my mother a set of these lingerie sets, she'd look much better in them than these ladies—oh right, I can't give her lingerie, but a coat should be fine, right?"

Having made up his mind, Ouyang Zhiyuan's spirits lifted, and he quickly left the two chattering girls behind, plunging into the bustling crowd at "Guangbai New Wing." Standing

in front of the women's clothing section, Ouyang Zhiyuan was troubled again. Not only did he not know how to choose women's fashion, but seeing everyone inside either in pairs or all girls, what kind of nonsense would it be for a grown man like him to barge in?

Standing there for a while, caught in a dilemma, Ouyang Zhiyuan made a decision: "I'll ask a woman for help." He straightened his appearance in front of the glass window, making sure he didn't look like a thug, and then walked across. There, on a resting seat, was a woman reading a book, whom he had been observing for a while. She looked to be about the same age as his mother, and possessed a naturally alluring beauty even without makeup. Most importantly, her figure should be similar, right?

"Auntie... Miss..."

"Oh... are you calling me?" The woman looked up at the boy who had been so abrupt, and elegantly closed her book.

"Yes... it's like this, today is my mother's birthday, and I want to give her a gift, but I don't know what to get her. I thought about it and decided that buying her a dress might be better, but I don't know how to choose a style. I just saw you over there, and I thought that you and my mother are about the same size. I was wondering if you could help me pick one out for me. Thank you." Ouyang Zhiyuan stammered out his words in one breath, standing there like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to wipe his sweat.

"Hey, don't speak so fast, I can't hear you very well. Can you say it again? Here... wipe your sweat..." A slender hand with fair skin held a tissue under his eyes. The white tissue, combined with the light, made the fingers seem almost transparent.

Ouyang Zhiyuan composed himself and saw that although the woman was beautiful, she was also approachable. He sighed and repeated what he had just said slowly, his pleading evident in his words.

"Oh, is that so... It's kind of you to be so kind, it's nothing, of course no problem. Let's go now—what should I call you?" The woman stuffed the book into her small handbag, turned to Ouyang Zhiyuan and asked.

"My name is Ouyang Zhiyuan, you can call me Xiao Zhi, that's what my mother calls me too." Ouyang Zhiyuan took two quick steps and went into the women's clothing department with the woman.

"Hmm... Xiao Zhi, don't use 'you' all the time, my surname is Rong, Rong Xinling, Xin as in warm and cozy, Ling as in exquisite. You were calling me 'Auntie' and 'Miss' earlier, so you can call me Aunt Rong or Sister Xin, which do you choose?" Rong Xinling casually picked up a dress, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked Ouyang Zhiyuan with a demure smile.

Having eaten white rice for fifteen years, this was the first time Ouyang Zhiyuan had chatted and laughed with such a young woman by himself.

Faced with Rong Xinling's delicately raised eyebrows and pouting red lips, her eyes shimmering with a restless light, he couldn't help but panic: "...Uh...of course I'll call you Sister Xin—if you're asking me which clothes to choose, I wouldn't know." Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead again.

Seeing the somewhat flustered boy, Rong Xinling felt a pang of sympathy mixed with a touch of naivety. She toned down her teasing tone, saying, "Hey, Xiao Zhi… since you're calling me 'Sister Xin,' then you're my little brother. Let's not be so formal. By the way, how old is your mother? What does she do? Sister Xin knows so we can better match."

"Oh, my mother is thirty-six. She's a teacher at the city's No. 1 High School." Ouyang Zhiyuan sized up Rong Xinling, who was browsing the shelves. She wore a loose, light blue casual outfit, her hair loosely styled in a bun. Her every move exuded ease and charm. "Actually, Sister Xin, this outfit you're wearing is quite nice."

"Your mother…" Rong Xinling paused, wanting to say something but hesitating, following Ouyang Zhiyuan's gaze as she looked at herself. “Since she’s a teacher, a role model for students, let’s pick out something decent for her. I’m not dressed like this for the lecture hall… Hey, how about this?” She was holding a pale yellow cheongsam with a matching jacket, elegant yet stylish.

“Sister Xin, you decide. I don’t know much about fashion. The main thing is that it fits my mother.”

“The style is right. I’ll try it on and see if it fits. Hold this bag for me.”
“Okay… Sister Xin, you’ve only known me for half an hour. Aren’t you worried I’ll run off with your bag if you go in to change?”

Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn’t help but ask, watching Rong Xinling’s graceful back.

“Oh? If she runs off, it’s just bad luck that your Sister Xin met the wrong person.” Rong Xinling turned and smiled, realizing she was teasing the young man again, and hurriedly went into the fitting room, her face flushed.

After Rong Xinling slowly twirled in front of Ouyang Zhiyuan, he could hardly describe his feelings. After changing her clothes, Rong Xinling shed her previous languid and lazy demeanor. Under the lustrous sheen of her cheongsam, she radiated a glow, her spirit soaring, and her curves were undeniably alluring.

Ouyang Zhiyuan muttered a few words, completely forgetting they were in the midst of a noisy crowd.

Rong Xinling glanced around shyly, avoiding the frequent sidelong glances of those around her, and chuckled softly, "Xiao Zhi? What are you talking about?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan, snapping out of his reverie, scratched his head and chuckled a few times, "I remembered an ancient poem, 'Bright as the rising sun at dawn, dazzling as a lotus emerging from green waves,' that describes you, Sister Xin."
Rong Xinling lightly tapped him on the forehead, scolding, "I thought you were innocent and pure, but who knew you were such a little imp!" Despite her words, her cheeks flushed, radiating shyness, completely unlike a woman past thirty.

Ouyang Zhiyuan clicked his tongue in admiration. Rong Xinling's easygoing nature emboldened him, and he shamelessly clung to the small handbag, grinning, "Sister Xin, can you tell me your age?"

Rong Xinling, who was fiddling with her clothes in front of the dressing mirror, looked at the little devil behind her and said with a half-smile, "Thirty...twenty, what?" For some reason, she unconsciously subtracted two years from her age. This scene vaguely reminded her of her dating days, and she nervously watched the person in the mirror's reaction.

"You're lying, aren't you?" Ouyang Zhiyuan stepped forward and smoothed her loose hair, squinting and resting his chin on his hand in a lecherous pose. "You're exaggerating...why do you look like an underage girl to me..."

"Go away," Rong Xinling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and pushed Ouyang Zhiyuan forward by the shoulders. "Go find a prostitute to pay for your services. Stop talking nonsense about underage girls." She watched the boy's retreating figure with a sweet smile, and then said, "Get two tickets, and your wallet will be in your handbag."

Hearing this, Ouyang Zhiyuan turned around and handed her the small handbag: "I bought it for my mother, how can I use your money, Sister Xin?"

"Just go when I tell you to, why are you asking? You dare say that money isn't your mother's? Which penny did you earn?"

Seeing him droop his head, Rong Xinling realized her tone was too harsh and quickly softened her voice: "Go ahead, use Sister Xin's money, consider it a gift from me, okay?"

"Oh... but why two sets?"

"One set for your mother, and Sister Xin will keep one too, go quickly." Watching Ouyang Zhiyuan leave, Rong Xinling added in her heart: "Isn't it because you like it..." Her face was burning with embarrassment, and she quickly turned away from the gazes of passersby, fiddling with the shelves, thinking: "The same style is already a stretch, I can't possibly have the same color as... his mother, can I?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't have that many thoughts. A Sister Xin who was so much better than Lin Daiyu had fallen from the sky, something he hadn't dared to dream of for more than ten years. All the way, he held onto his older sister's hand tightly, unwilling to let go, asking about everything with a torrent of questions, his melancholy seemingly endless; the depression caused by his single-parent family had vanished.
Rong Xinling let Ouyang Zhiyuan lead her, casually answering his bizarre and varied questions, her heart filled with sweetness and joy. However, she couldn't quite explain why she was so sweet or joyful. Was it because she had a younger brother? Or because someone had touched her heartstrings? Occasionally, she would stare blankly at the sweaty boy behind her; he was just a boy…

“Xiao Zhi, wait a minute…” At the traffic light, Rong Xinling suddenly realized he was leading her towards his home, so she stopped, frowning, as if making a decision.

"Hey, what's wrong, Sister Xin?"

Rong Xinling pulled him aside, took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and said softly, "Sister Xin has to go to a friend's house, I can't go with you. Can you go home by yourself?"

"But... this is a gift you gave to my mother. But today isn't her birthday, I lied to you... I'm sorry, Sister Xin. But I also want my mother to meet my new sister." Ouyang Zhiyuan shook Rong Xinling's hand, his face full of sincere expectation. Rong

Xinling stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket, looked up at the traffic light, and thought to herself that she could no longer walk in the same direction as him, so she smiled and said, "Another day, I'll definitely visit you when I have the chance." Her sudden drop in mood made her words sound a little stiff and polite, but she couldn't care less. She turned around and followed the crowd to the zebra crossing.

She didn't dare to look back, afraid of seeing Ouyang Zhiyuan's disappointed eyes, unaware that her own eyes were already blurry.

“Xiao Zhi… Ouyang…” She didn’t want to admit he was a fifteen-year-old boy, so she unconsciously gave him a nickname, as if only in this way could they balance the age gap. “Your mother… must be Lan Nuanyi, right? In this state, how could I dare to see her…” Rong Xinling felt that God had played a cruel joke on her.

Ouyang Zhiyuan watched, somewhat bewildered, as Rong Xinling, like a light blue butterfly, gradually disappeared into the crowd. Then he suddenly remembered he needed to ask for her phone number; otherwise, how could he possibly run into her again? He hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, shouting “Sister Xin!” and rushed over.

The only response was the piercing screeching of tires against the ground and gasps from all around.

Ouyang Zhiyuan only had time to think of one word.

“Shit!”

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Lying in the hospital bed, Ouyang Zhiyuan had only one worry from beginning to end.

When he heard footsteps outside, he knew that what he feared most was coming sooner. He smiled bitterly and winked at the nurse beside him; he could practically hear his mother's footsteps even before

she entered the hospital. Lan Nuanyi rushed to the bedside with unprecedented agility, her words tumbling out incoherently: "Qi... Xiao Zhi... where are you hurt?... Say something... where's your hand? Where's your foot?... Let Mom see..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan, his eyelids half-closed, said weakly, "Mom, I'm so sorry... I should have been serving you for the rest of my life, but now it's the other way around... I'm an unfilial son... I'd rather be dead..."

"Don't say such things! You're still my son, and Mom is willing to serve you for the rest of her life. Hmm, I'll go tell your dad." Lan Nuanyi seemed to have already prepared for the worst, and now she became resolute, pulling out her phone from her bag as if to make a call.

The nurse next to her couldn't stand it anymore and pulled down her mask, laughing, "Hey, what are you doing

, sister? You're not allowed to use your cell phone in the ward." Lan Nuanyi looked up at the nurse, then at her son who had already pulled the blanket over his head, and felt something was wrong. "What... Miss, my son..."

The nurse couldn't hold back any longer and chuckled, "What else could he be doing? Didn't you see him just now? He was as steady as a statue. Not only did he eat all the food my colleague brought me, but he also wanted to bet me a steamed bun..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lan Nuanyi had already pounced on the bed, laughing and scolding, "Little monkey, stop hiding... Come out! You've made your old mother suffer so much." She started hitting him on the head without thinking, but after a couple of hits, she was hugging her son and sobbing uncontrollably. The extreme joy and sorrow in those few minutes gave her the feeling of having lost something and then regained it; no one could take this precious baby from her arms again.

Ouyang Zhiyuan put his hand on his mother's shoulder and looked into her eyes. The events of just a few hours ago had happened in the blink of an eye, yet they were also his experience of being reborn, leaving him with endless aftertaste. It turned out that the person in front of him, who regarded him as his most precious treasure, was the one he could never lose. Seeing his mother's delicate face, already pale and weary from the rain, a wave of guilt washed over him. Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't help but kiss away the tears on her cheek, gently embracing her and whispering in her ear, "Mom... I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I've frightened you, I'm so sorry... Mom..."

Lan Nuanyi was overwhelmed with emotion upon hearing her son address her with a compound word for the first time, and even using his childhood nickname for the first time. "Mom's alright, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone at home..."

The nurse beside them, already moved by their display of affection, quietly sniffed and smiled, "Alright, everything's alright now, mother and son, don't worry about it. The doctor said this little boy needs to stay in the hospital for observation for another night before he can go home, sister, you can decide what to do." With that, she quietly closed the door and left.

"Where exactly are you hurt? You can't have gotten hit by a car and be completely fine, right? Otherwise, the doctor wouldn't have kept you here overnight. Honestly, why did you have to struggle against those lumps of metal..." Lan Nuanyi was a little worried, scolding her son while pinching and tugging at him, afraid he might have some aftereffects.

"Mom, don't worry, I know what's going on with my own flesh and blood. I just hit my butt when I fell, it hurts so much... Actually, that car was just a beat-up minibus, it wasn't going very fast to begin with, and it was almost stopped in front of me, it was just a hair's breadth away—" Ouyang Zhiyuan held up his little finger. "When I saw things were going badly, I pressed my palms against the front of the car like this—hehe, the standard Wei Xiaobao version of 'butt landing on the sand like a wild goose.' The municipal engineering here is pretty good, the cement road is damn hard." Ouyang Zhiyuan was so happy that he didn't care about the swearing. “But I avenged your son. That car was damaged more than me, haha.”

Her son said it casually, but Lan Nuanyi was shocked. She put his hands on her heaving chest and said, “Don’t say it anymore. Mom can’t bear to hear it. Don’t scare Mom like that again, okay… It’s always Mom’s fault. I left you all alone…” She closed her eyes and murmured a Buddhist prayer, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Ouyang Zhiyuan silently looked at his mother. Throughout the entire incident, his mother had never truly blamed him; instead, she had placed all the blame on herself. His mother was human too, especially a woman all alone. When she was out in the world, she faced work pressure and gossip; when she came home, she was greeted only by a cold stove and simple meals; no one offered her comfort or solace; his mother always endured it all silently, never once complaining or shedding a tear. This time, the fault lay entirely with him, yet it had caused his mother such intense self-reproach. Had he ever given her anything in return for her unconditional sacrifices? Thinking of this, he looked at his mother again. She still had her eyes closed, tears glistening beneath her long eyelashes, like pearls on jade or dewdrops on flowers at dawn; her full breasts rose and fell gently, seemingly able to bury his hand within them. Ouyang Zhiyuan, overcome with admiration, grew infatuation, and then love. He propped himself up, wrapped an arm around his mother's waist, and gently kissed her still somewhat pale lips.

The sudden warmth on her lips startled Lan Nuanyi. When she realized it was her son's lips pressed against hers, she dared not open her eyes. Her heart pounded like a deer's; she was both delighted by his tenderness and considerateness and ashamed of his impulsiveness, fearing he might lose his temper. She placed her hand on her son's shoulder, preparing to resist any further actions he might take, yet she didn't want him to leave. The "resistance" slowly turned into a "press," wishing time could stand still.

After what felt like an eternity, Lan Nuanyi still felt uneasy. She pulled away from her son's lips, took a breath, and whispered, "Xiao Zhi, we... shouldn't do this." She whispered these words in Ouyang Zhiyuan's ear, her breath as sweet as orchids. "...Um...Mom has to go now...Visiting time is almost over." She didn't dare look into her son's eyes, seemingly because she was the one who took the initiative to leave his embrace, Lan Nuanyi felt a little guilty towards her son.

The atmosphere was a little awkward...

Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned against the bedside, glancing at the paper bag on the small table, only then remembering the purpose of his trip to the market today, and was glad he had found a topic: "Mom, this is a gift for you, and it's my only gain today."

Thinking of Sister Xin after seeing the cheongsam, his heart clenched. There should have been more gains...If his mother knew he had gained a sister who doted on him, would she also be happy? But Sister Xin left just like that, and he felt very wronged.

Lan Nuanyi was more excited than happy. Raising a son, wasn't this the day she had been looking forward to? She spread the cheongsam in front of her chest and compared it to herself again and again, her excitement overflowing. Not to mention a cheongsam, even if it were a tablecloth, as long as it was a gift from her son, she would have worn it without hesitation. “Xiao Zhi, thank you so much! What made you think of giving Mom a gift?... Hmm, give me a kiss…” She gently kissed his forehead, not daring to be presumptuous.

“Mom, do you like it?”

“I love it, I really love it…”

“Then let me see you in it too… my beautiful mom.”

“…Right here?” Lan Nuanyi looked around, a little hesitant.

“What are you afraid of? There’s no one else here, and your son didn’t say you had to take your clothes off…” Being a young man, Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly recovered from his embarrassment. He discovered that teasing his mother was actually a very enjoyable thing, and the flirtatious words gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

"Hmm...hmm? What did you say..." Lan Nuanyi suddenly noticed her son staring at her with a mischievous grin, and her cheeks flushed. She scolded, "I'm not coming anymore, you're going to take advantage of Mom."

"Hahaha, Mom, you were just saying 'hmm' so seriously, 'hmm'...if I had behaved more obediently, maybe you really would have changed into it, right?"

"Dream on, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Lan Nuanyi covered her flushed cheeks and bent down to tidy up her son's clothes. "Uh...wear this hospital gown tonight, I'll take the clothes home to wash, and I'll change you into some new ones tomorrow when you leave the hospital. Get some rest, Mom's leaving."

"Mom..." "

Hmm?" Lan Nuanyi gripped the doorknob, feeling a little uneasy, afraid that her precious son would come up with some new tricks, and she would have to run away.

"Will you come pick me up in this tomorrow? I really want to see it." “

Okay, you should rest now, stop overthinking all night…” Lan Nuanyi blushed again. Who was overthinking? Before her son could retaliate, she closed the door and hurriedly left.

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