Poet's Record of the Corruption of the Boss Lady

1. On the last winter night of the last century, after writing the words "playing the field," I began to wait. All around was pitch black, with only my engorged glans faintly glowing red in the darkness. Meanwhile, in Chengdu, China, further south, in a spacious room on Yulin South Road, Xiao Yang was also waiting on the bed. I heard her weak voice coming from under the completely concealed blanket. 1, 2, 3—Xiao Yang was waiting for her climax.
2. To be precise, Xiao Yang was lying face down on the bed. When I walked to the bedside and reached under the blanket, I touched her smooth buttocks. Her buttocks rose and fell powerfully, but the movements were small. Xiao Yang said, "Don't touch me, don't touch me, I'm coming." Her voice had already changed.
Years of living together had filled me with confidence in her ability to handle things. At the same time, I knew even more that at this moment, her greatest desire was for me to leave her, as far away as possible, but not to leave this room. She would call my name after a long moan. At that moment, my embrace was the best beach for her surging climax. Everything returned to silence: the lamp, the sofa, the Simmons mattress and the blankets, and her naked body.
4. The phone rang, and De Er's voice came through. He said, "The sun is so nice today." For Chengdu, for this overly gloomy city, sunshine was a blessing; it invited us out of the room, outside. De Er said, "
It's time for sex. We're waiting for you downstairs." I knew that "we" De Er meant included at least Gang Ge and the lace-rimmed glasses, and also De Er's white Santana. De Er was a
passionate sex enthusiast and a master of sex. He, Gang Ge, the lace-rimmed glasses, and I were close friends in our sex life, or simply sex buddies. We called ourselves "fuck buddies," the "fuck" of sex, the "fuck" of sex, the "fuck" of sex. We often rode in De Er's white Santana, going in and out of a life of pleasure and debauchery.
Twenty kilometers outside Chengdu lies a small county town. The beauticians, hotel girls, and karaoke girls there, upon seeing De Er's car, would rush over and surround it—actually, they'd surround us. De Er had at least a dozen old flames there. He'd sleep with each of them a maximum of two times, and after that, he'd enthusiastically recommend them to Gang Ge. He'd tell Gang Ge, "This one's good, big breasts, small bottom; that one's good, small bottom, big breasts."
39. You two are good and bad.
In this town, Gang Ge and De Er had the closest relationship, almost like blood ties. I was different. In this county town, I only knew Qiao Mei, Ling Ling, and a proprietress known as the "cheerleader" captain. De Er said he and the proprietress were having an affair, but she vehemently denied it, and even refused to sleep with me in front of De Er. Once, De Er, wanting to hear the domineering landlady's shouts clearly, stayed in the thatched hut of my and the landlady's brothel for more than half an hour. It was a summer day, and the thatched hut had air conditioning, but it smelled terrible.
5. After hanging up the phone, I quickly put on my clothes. I picked out a bright red tie from my wardrobe and put it around my neck. Left leg, right leg, up leg, down leg, you leg, me leg, good leg, bad leg, comfortable leg, not so comfortable leg. Then I threaded the end of the tie through the big loop. The loop couldn't be too big, otherwise the tie would look too short; of course, the loop couldn't be too small either, because a thin and long tie wouldn't look good either. I looked up, and in the mirror appeared a pair of wide-open eyes and a protruding nose, like a phallus.
6. Xiao Yang said, "I want to get married." At that time, I was looking in the mirror, and she was lying on the bed.
I turned to look at her and asked, "What did you say?"
"I want to get married, I want to have children," Xiao Yang said.
7. De Er was sitting alone in the car. I opened the passenger door and sat next to him. "Where are they?" I asked. "They're drinking tea in the flower garden." The flower garden De Er mentioned was our "palace" in the city. It was the name of a mid-range hotel, and the only beautiful suite in the hotel with its own rooftop flower garden. We often booked this suite to have sex, play cards, and drink.
Lace-rimmed Glasses said, "One sex partner in a lifetime is enough, let alone four of us, and this 'palace'."
It was in this "palace" that Lace-rimmed Glasses passionately touched the third breast of his life, another one besides his mother and wife. De Er and I were both there at the time, and we said, "Let's have sex." Lace-rimmed Glasses said, "Let's have sex." The opponent wasn't Miss, but one of De Er's previous sexual partners.
After the guy with the lace-rimmed glasses finished, De Er asked me again if I wanted to have sex. I said, "Sure." I really wanted to that day. De Er's partner wasn't exactly a pro at sex, but I still had a great time. Our sounds of sex shook them. The guy with the lace-rimmed glasses said, "I want more."
(Xiao Yang said she was going to get married, which meant she was going to leave me, at least temporarily and partially. Xiao Yang said she was going to get married and have children, which meant she was going to leave me completely.
I said, "Xiao Yang, what's wrong with you now?" Xiao Yang didn't answer me. She lay on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling.
I said, "Xiao Yang, I have something to do now. Let's talk when I get back. Okay?"
9. "Besides sex, what else can you do?" De Er's partner asked us. "Besides sex, we still have sex." The guy with the lace-rimmed glasses pulled her along, and De Er and I sat on the sofa drinking.
"You have to let me go wash up," she said. "Go ahead and wash up." The guy with the lace-rimmed glasses pulled her towards the bathroom: "Let's go wash up together."
“Okay, let’s shower together.” De Er put down her glass and hurried on. I remained seated on the sofa, drinking my wine.
Her voice came from the bathroom: “I’m scared of you all, I’m scared of you all.” Then came screams and laughter, the sound of running water. To be honest, these sounds were more stimulating than her earlier moans.
10. I got hard. Hardness is one thing, but being hard twice is another. When hard to the extreme, the feeling itself is exceptionally pleasurable, a kind of unbearable, painful pleasure. When hard to the extreme, even the posture on the sofa has to change. If you don’t get hard, you don’t change; if you’re so stagnant, you have to change. Being hard twice means changing twice. In short, being hard is better than not being hard, much better, and the longer you stay hard, the better. Being hard for too long without softening is what we call unbearable pain. This is the other side of hardness; it makes you run, fly, stretch your limbs, and make “ya ya”
sounds. For me, at least at this moment, I’m happy with this unbearable pain.
12. An ancient Chinese poetry critic said that it is easy to go from simple to complex, but difficult to go from complex to simple. This saying implicitly refers to the concepts of hard and soft, and it is quite accurate. Hardness is simple, while softness is complex. Therefore, it is easy to go from hard to soft, but difficult to go from soft to hard. Especially the first time, it is generally not easy to get hard.
We comforted our Steel Brother, who was worried about his failure on his first attempt. "Are you all like this?" he asked. "Not necessarily," said the man with the frilled glasses. He lit a cigarette and slowly made smoke rings, which grew larger and thicker, and finally disappeared.
Steel Brother turned the cigarette away and looked at the scenery rushing past the car window: there were fields, trees, and some scattered karaoke and water buffalo.
13. Before long, our car had arrived in the county town. The faint sound of artillery fire could be heard from the front, amidst the precious silence.
De Er said, "Let's go and fill up the car with gas first."
14. We were in the flower garden when Gang Ge called my mobile phone. He asked what I was doing, and I said that I was with De Er and the lace-rimmed glasses guy, and we were having sex. De Er said, "I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum." I told Gang Ge, "De Er said he's about to cum." Gang Ge's laughter came through the phone, sounding like he was suppressing his laughter.
I said, "Come here." Gang Ge said, "What would I do here? You two are having sex." I said, "Aren't you going to? Can't you, or don't you want to?" He said, "We haven't." I said, "We have. Come here, and we can." Gang Ge's laughter came through the phone again, that suppressed laughter.
I handed the phone to the woman beneath me and said, "Call Gang Ge over so we can
have sex together." 15. A president said to a street cleaner, "I'm the president to serve the people, and you're cleaning the streets to serve the people. We're the same." I think that's hypocritical. But a prostitute said to a client, "I'm serving you, and your wife is serving you. We both sell our bodies for money, we're the same." I think that's completely unreasonable.
60. That night, I drank a lot, but I never got drunk. The man with the frills didn't drink much, but he got drunk. He told me to come with him to an extremely exciting place. I said, "Okay, I'm in your hands tonight."
But Xiao Yang didn't think so. Xiao Yang said, "I want to get married." After I had already experienced two marriages and divorces, Xiao Yang brought this topic back to me.
16. Two hours later, Gang Ge knocked on the flowerbed door. He looked up and down, then down again. "In this city, are there still men who use handkerchiefs?" De Er asked. "Women don't either," said De Er's wife. De Er was lying on the sofa, her arm half-cushioned on his lap. Gang Ge said,
"That's a good tradition." Then he folded the handkerchief and put it in the left pocket of his suit jacket. He looked at her with amusement. “We must protect Brother Gang, protect his handkerchief, his happy marriage, and his virginity like we protect a giant panda.”
“How could I have a virgin?” Brother Gang asked.
“In today’s world, a man who has only been with one woman is a virgin.”
71. Silence returned, and Xiao Yang and I lay quietly on the bed.
Brother Gang said, “Then there would be too many virgins in the world. Really?”
The man with the frilled glasses said, “In this world, people like you need to be protected.”
17. I was straining when the phone rang. Xiao Yang said, "Aren't you annoying?" It was 1:30 PM, and sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating Xiao Yang's snow-white breasts.
I answered the phone; it was a 2. He said, "The weather's so nice today." I said, "I know, call back later." Then I hung up and continued straining. Xiao Yang closed her eyes again, entering her own world.
It was so late, and there were still so many people; I was at a loss, I could only keep walking.
The phone rang again; it was another 2. He told me to conserve my ammunition, it would be useful today. Xiao Yang said, "Throw the phone away, aren't you annoying?"
1. De'er and I went to Haikou together. On the plane, De'er said, "When we got to Haikou, I realized how bad my body is." I admit I didn't quite understand that at the time.
I saw the people on the plane, all looking like erect turtle heads. Haikou was below us, like a huge vulva. The sun shone on it, the sea breeze blew on it, the waves crashed on it, and the sails and coconut trees deeply concealed it. When our plane landed over the sea, we immediately had a feeling of entering, or rather, a feeling of invading.
19. Lace-rimmed Glasses said he liked the feeling of invading. Lace-rimmed Glasses was a Go master in our group.
He said, "Invade? I'll make you come in proudly and leave dejectedly." We said, "Glasses, don't be so pretentious. We always do it like this. In a sense, women are all Go masters. They spread out their forms, waiting for our invasion, then they kill me half to death, leaving only the stones and their essence, and then we slink away. We lost this game, and we have to pay."
20. After refueling, we drove to the entrance of the "Mengyi" hair salon. This was Qiaomei's shop, and our first stop in this county. Qiaomei was my partner, and also our cheerleader; her praise made us feel better than many others' sweet talk. Just then, the Chinese Football Association awarded Lu Junshan the "Golden Whistle" award, and we gave our real "Golden Whistle" to Qiaomei.
But Qiaomei wasn't there today. A dirty-looking woman in the salon told us: "There will be a 'crackdown' tonight." The sun was high in the sky, making us feel unusually warm. I took out cigarettes, gave Er'er one, and kept one for myself; we each lit one.
21. Qiaomei and I met during a crackdown, and were arrested during that crackdown. I'm largely to blame for this. First, I forced someone with professional sensitivity to work during a dangerous time; second, I chose De Er's white Santana as our work location; third, and this was the main reason for our arrest: after Qiaomei finished her work, I asked her to play a tune, and before she finished, we were caught red-handed. We spent three
hours in the station, had our pictures taken, paid a fine, and were finally picked up by De Er. It was my insistence on staying with Qiaomei that earned me praise and admiration from the police officers and Qiaomei herself.
b. "过" (guò): A place or time when one moves to another. All things considered, it has nothing to do with male-female sexual matters. But with the addition of sexual activity, "过" in "过性生活" (guò xìng shēng huó) clearly implies penetration and intercourse.
The officer said, "I haven't seen any client so academic." I said, "I'm not a client."
22. The landlady confirmed to me on the phone that there was indeed a crackdown tonight. Her tone was quite important; she said the crackdown had been going on for three days, the whole county was under tight control, and the young women were all fleeing back to their hometowns. Her words reminded me of Chairman Mao's guerrilla tactics: "When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance." This game of advance and retreat is like a game of cannon fire. Go in, go out; go in again, go out again; the big advance begins, and the retreat ends.
I told the landlady this idea, and immediately I heard her characteristic laughter on the phone. I said, "I want to go in." She said, "No, I'm staying."
23. I called the man with the lace glasses. The phone rang for a long time, until the seventh ring before someone answered, and it was a woman's voice. She asked me, "Where are you?" I didn't immediately respond and said, "On the street."
"On the street?" the other person asked. I quickly replied, "I'm looking for Glasses." The other person said Glasses was taking a bath, so I hung up. Before hanging up, I told the other person, "I'll call back later."
Four years later, they broke up. As friends, we knew very little about their breakup; all we knew was that suddenly, Glasses' wife disappeared. When I called, Glasses said that his ex-wife—or rather, his wife—had just returned from outside. Ten years had passed, like a lifetime; ten years had passed, yet it felt like yesterday.
63. I thought of Qiaomei, her full lips and her damp, warm, and flowing clothes. In a small county town twenty kilometers from Chengdu, she quietly ran her "Mengyi" hair salon. Qiaomei said, "I buy art, not my body." Frankly speaking, of the four of us, besides me, none of us had ever had a direct sexual relationship with Qiaomei.
When the man with the lace-rimmed glasses asked her to hand him a towel, she said to him, "I'm looking for one."
25? The driver was driving very fast, and the landlady next to him would occasionally let out a very short scream. Those screams, carried out through the large car window, mixed with the sunlight outside, and filled the space around my eyes, making me a little dizzy. I said, "Slow down, De'er, slow down." The landlady screamed even louder.
26. He kept shaking his head, looking helpless. Similarly, when Gang Ge sat up, it proved that he was full of power, that he was effective, and that he wanted to use it. 40. She said, "You guys are good and bad." I 　　think she said it like a poem. So, when we say "
Gang Ge sat up and stood up, " 　　we are actually talking about something else, like playing a game. 　　27. But today is different. Today Gang Ge has always sat up and stood up, but that doesn't mean he always has a good hand. For example, in this hand, not only was his hand bad, but he also called the wrong hand. His name is Ace of Hearts. Below are two Aces of Hearts. [The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without context.] 50. Fourteen years ago, on an International Children's Day, his father brought home a woman who looked like a doll. He called out, "Son, son, get up quickly." He responded with his eyes closed, then turned away, wanting to go back to sleep. 　　We must admit, the usually peaceful Gang Ge's temperament was clearly not good today. "I've tried finding men as partners, but not women, and I still can't find anyone," Gang Ge said. "Am I really that unlucky?" We said, "No." 　　2 (referring to the cemetery, the text is incomplete and lacks context, making a precise translation difficult. It appears to be a fragment of a larger document or a collection of unrelated phrases.) 29. The flowerbed was quiet. The blankets were tossed under the bed, and three empty beer bottles sat on the table, each one still lying on its side. The dressing table, the writing desk, and the blankets on the other bed were all neatly arranged. It was as if a battle had ended, or as if another battle was about to begin. The 　　wind was blowing outside; I knew it was blowing from the swaying branches outside the glass. De Er said he would arrive immediately. 　　30. At the same time, the Humen Fortress was also quiet under the night sky. The fighting had stopped, long since stopped. Weeds grew rampant around the Humen Fortress, and the wreckage of cannonballs was scattered everywhere. Not far away, the waves crashed against the shore, making a very muffled sound, like in a dream, or even more like a ghostly wail. 　　31. I retied my tie. I made the knot more urgent and stimulating than my Adam's apple. 　　32?指绲牡谝淮问堑舭艿摹?br /> While Gang Ge was playing cards with us, we saw him already sitting up and getting an erection. But as soon as Miss took off his clothes, he went limp, lying powerless on the bed. It was the first time he had seen another woman's naked body so closely and realistically; his heart raced, but his body grew increasingly weak. It was a somber scene, reminding me of a poem he wrote nearly 20 years ago. Twenty years ago, the lyrical Gang Ge wrote: "Reach out your hand, harbor." 　　33. The car arrived at the flower garden; it was already late. I pushed open the garden gate, and there were Glasses-wearing and Gang Ge drinking. Glasses-wearing was sitting on a wooden chair, and Gang Ge was sitting on the sofa. Seeing the boss following me and De Er's death, Glasses-wearing exaggeratedly shouted, his shout mimicking the boss's wife's moans during sex, and the imitation was remarkably realistic. 　　The boss's wife said, "Glass-wearing, I'm here." 　　34. "How many times?" I asked Xiao Yang. 　　3?返厮担⊙畹牡却腔摹r蛭ぷ達坏轿唬叱辈换岜旧砉饨怠?br /> “3 times,” Xiao Yang said. 　　a. The phone dropped; b. The phone died; c. It was inconvenient. 　　She said, “I’m almost done for.” One after another, planes were shot down, their noses drooping, crashing to the ground. De Er said, “Boss lady, you’re really screaming.” 　　“Where did you do that?” I asked again. 　　“In his office,” Xiao Yang said. 　　24. The person who answered the phone was the wife of the man with the lace-rimmed glasses, or more precisely, his ex-wife. Fourteen years ago, on June 1st, the man with the lace-rimmed glasses' father gave this doll-like woman to him as a holiday gift. Our friend, the man with the lace-rimmed glasses, didn't... "Why?" I turned around and looked at Xiao Yang. 　　Xiao Yang looked at me too, but she didn't say anything. 　　"Is he better than me?" I asked again. 　　41. At the Red Mansion Nightclub, he warmly extended a hand of friendship to his relatives. Then, he used those same hands to push aside the dense crowd of hostesses surrounding the entrance of the Red Mansion Nightclub and led us inside. 　　"No," Xiao Yang said, "but I'm extremely happy." 　　35. In Haikou. 　　My buddies from Haikou picked me and De'er up at the airport. They were in a large Toyota Land Cruiser, and it was almost evening. They said, "Let's get some ammunition first, then head to the battlefield." 　　36. The first dish was turtle, or soft-shelled turtle. We drank it down with red blood and green bile mixed with baijiu. My buddies from Haikou gave the turtle head to De'er, who said, "Everyone eat, everyone eat." 　　The second dish was snake, cobra. We also drank it down with red blood and green bile mixed with baijiu. This dish reminded us of our gunslinger, Fringed Glasses. I said, "If Fringed Glasses comes, we'll have to eat comfortably." De'er asked me, "Eat comfortably or eat comfortably?" I said, "It's the same." The 　　third dish was pheasant. My buddies from Haikou said, "Eat the chicken first, then the chicken; eat this chicken first, then you'll have the strength to eat that later." 　　"You're wrong, you're my boyfriend; Lao Zhang is the one I'm planning to marry." She finished speaking and left. The restaurant was packed with elderly people, everyone eating with their mouths open. They opened and closed their mouths. I put down my chopsticks, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled smoke rings. The first looked like a virgin's ring 　　, the second like a prostitute's, the third like an old man's, and the fourth like an open ring, or perhaps a concubine's. 　　De Er picked up his penis and poked it into the fourth ring I exhaled. The ring burst, and the people at the table laughed knowingly. "Fuck your mother!" I laughed too. 　　37. I stood alone, and Xiao Yang stood outside. Night and cold simultaneously enveloped me, which was also the surroundings of loneliness. I used my penis to confront all of this: loneliness, night, cold, and the feeling of disappearance. I paced back and forth, like a tired tiger in a cage. I stopped, looking outside, also like a tired tiger in a cage. Xiao Yang said, "It's dawn, let's go back to sleep." 　　In Chengdu, China, further south, in places like Yulin Community. 　　3. "I'm Brother Gang." Brother Gang said, reaching out to touch the landlady's breasts. The landlady cried out and dodged Brother Gang's hand. This couldn't be blamed on Brother Gang; the landlady's full breasts, like two grapefruits about to roll out of her clothes, would make anyone want to reach out and touch them.

Gang Ge said, "I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore." The landlady hid behind De Er, who stood between Gang Ge and the landlady. De Er pushed the landlady out after she died. I said, "Landlady, just let Gang Ge touch you!" The landlady covered her face with her hands and said, "You're both bad."
"How bad are we, really?" Gang Ge stripped the landlady naked, but he was still dressed. He pounced on her while still dressed. After Gang Ge got off, the man with the lace glasses caught up, and he also stripped naked. While the man with the lace glasses was on top of her, De Er and I also started.
The landlady closed her eyes, and her screams grew louder and deeper, sharp and heartfelt.
The landlady said, "You're both bad." She said the four steel hairpins were between her screams.
I followed him towards Langlingqing, and the girls blocking my way were screaming, making noise, laughing, and cheering.
I didn't know what they were cheering for; I just felt like a star, and those girls were far more enthusiastic than any star-struck fan. In Haikou, at the Red Mansion Nightclub in Haikou: I was flying.
42. Actually, the landlady didn't come to our flower garden. That day, there were only four of us in the flower garden: me, De Er, Gang Ge, and the guy with the lace glasses. The landlady was in a small county town twenty kilometers away.
I dialed her number and told her I really wanted to hear her scream, and she started screaming. I said, "Go harder, go harder!" Her screams got louder and louder, and they actually came through the hands-free phone into the ears of the four of us. The landlady, twenty kilometers away, screamed louder and louder. I said, "Landlady, how are you?"
It was urgent. Sunlight streamed onto the suburban road. De Er drove his Santana, and I sat beside him as we headed towards our destination. De Er said, "We must take the landlady with us." I seemed to hear the landlady calling out from one room to another in the flower garden. Her calls made me hard, hard, and then soft.
43. In such weather, what else can we do besides firing cannons? Besides firing cannons, we still fire them. For the descendants of heroes, firing cannons means everything. I put down my pen and started thinking about firing cannons. 44. Xiao Yang is
n't
home.
Downstairs, I could see our room was completely dark. Xiao Yang obviously wasn't home. I knocked three times, and there was a response. I knocked three more times, but still no response. I turned around and went downstairs, taking out my phone to call Xiao Yang as I went.
Xiao Yang's phone rang, but no one answered for a long time. I called again, still no answer. I called yet again, and this time Xiao Yang's phone gave me a standard message: "User's phone is switched off. Or has left the service area." I was instantly furious.
45? (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial sentence.) The sun was really strong that day. Along this street, besides the shadows of a few trees, there were also shadows of many others. The sun was so bright that the shadows of the trees were almost invisible. The sun was so strong ... 46. I can no longer find Xiao Yang, at least not that night. If she doesn't show up, doesn't turn on her phone, and doesn't come back, I'll never find her. It's so easy for someone to disappear, much easier than for someone to appear.
I was furious, pacing back and forth on Yulin South Road. It was already 1:30 AM when the woman from the Wenzhou hair salon pushed open her dark blue glass door and came out. She looked at me, who hadn't returned home late at night, her bottom swaying in the dim light. I ignored her and found a clean street corner to sit down. I thought: What's wrong with Xiao Yang? Why isn't she answering my calls?
47. There are three reasons why Xiao Yang didn't answer my call:
Regarding these three reasons, I think the first two are completely untenable. But what inconvenience would Xiao Yang have to answer my call? Was she perhaps cuddling with someone in a brightly lit bar? Or was she strolling along the banks of the Funan River? Thinking further, she might be lying in someone else's bed, having a good time. At that moment, for the honest Xiao Yang, she certainly wouldn't answer my call.
I looked at the bed; the blankets were haphazardly covering her, Xiao Yang's bra was on the table, along with a magazine and a roll of toilet paper. Sunlight streamed through the large window... Come on, Xiao Yang isn't here; everything is quiet. I carefully placed my keys, which I always kept at Langlingqu, on Xiao Yang's bra.
Thinking of this, images of Xiao Yang's classic lovemaking positions suddenly flashed through my mind. She loved lying face down on the bed, her head deeply lowered, her buttocks raised high; she certainly preferred this position to receive my penetration. She once said, "The deeper I bury my head, the faster and more intense the orgasm comes." I wonder, at this moment, in someone else's bed, is she using this position too?
I took out a cigarette and lit it. Xiao Yang, on this cold winter night, you make me uneasy.
4. I asked her in standard Mandarin where she was from, and she said she was from Chengdu. The owner of the Red House said: In Haikou, anyone who speaks with an accent similar to eastern Sichuan claims to be from Chongqing; conversely, anyone who speaks with an accent similar to western Sichuan claims to be from Chengdu.
I continued to ask her in standard Mandarin which part of Chengdu she was from, and she said she was from Jiuyanqiao, Chengdu. I said, "Yes, there are many people like you in Jiuyanqiao." When I said this, I was speaking in Chengdu dialect. De Er suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that he spat out the beer he had just drunk. He said, "Spending a fortune to come all the way to Haikou to mess with Sichuan farmers."
49. The South Lawn Tea House is on Fangcao East Road. When I walked in, the man with the lace-rimmed glasses was already sitting in the teahouse, smoking and looking quite troubled. A saleswoman stood beside me, holding a tea card. She asked me what I wanted to drink. I said, "Bitter tea." A moment later, she brought me the bitter tea. She said, "Sir, please have some tea." I said, "Thank you."
The bitter tea leaves curled up in the glass, emitting a faint green glow. The man with the lace-rimmed glasses sat opposite me, staring intently at my cup. I said, "What's wrong with you today? You look like a literary youth." The man with the lace-rimmed glasses said, "My wife is back." Someone I hadn't seen for ten years had suddenly returned. The man with the lace-rimmed glasses spread his hands out as if embracing a heavy, invisible... The ball.
In the living room, his father called out again, "Son, look what I brought you back!" The man with the lace-rimmed glasses rubbed his eyes (no, he should be rubbing his ears) and dragged his feet into the living room. As
soon as he entered the living room, he saw the woman sitting next to his father, who looked like a doll. His father said, "Son, this is Xiao Zhang." Then he said to Xiao Zhang, "This is my son."
That Children's Day, the weather was exceptionally good, and our friend with the lace-rimmed glasses accepted the holiday gift from his father. In that ordinary summer, a happy life began with this gift. Until four years later, on a stormy night, this gift suddenly disappeared from the man with the lace-rimmed glasses' sight, never to be seen again, as if it were all a dream.
51. "I want to get married," Xiao Yang said to me. When she said this, we were lying quietly on the bed.
I was half-lying down, reading a newly arrived magazine; she buried her head in my waist and played with my penis.
She said, "Really, I want to get married, and I want to have children."
52. After a while, De'er arrived. After a while, Gang Ge also arrived. The four of us sat around a table in the South Lawn Tea House. Through the huge glass windows of South Lawn, we saw the sunlight shining outside. Gang Ge said, "Let's play a game."
The waitress brought us two decks of cards, and we started playing Double Deduction. Double Deduction is also called "Finding a Partner," so its fun includes two aspects: one is finding a satisfactory partner, and the other is deduction. Deduction is like a scalp; if you deduct successfully, you are happy; if you don't, you are unhappy.
53. Below are some words related to male-female sexual relations. I've written them down for everyone to study.
a. 行: pronounced xing, meaning to walk, is an archaic word in the context of male-female sexual relations. For example, 行房 (xingfang). The Modern Chinese Dictionary defines it as sexual intercourse between husband and wife.
c. 打: most importantly related to the hand. To strike an object with the hand or a tool is called 打. [The rest of the text appears to be a list of words related to sexual intercourse, but without context, it's difficult to translate accurately.] d. Kou: Just an alternative way of saying "hit".
e. Cao: Meaning "to do". Northerners associate it with sex, and "happy" is to satisfy the Northerners' desire for sex.
For example, "I fuck"
. f. Ri: There is no connection between them. Chengdu people use it just like Northerners use "cao". For example, Chengdu people say, "I fuck your mother". Of course, saying "I fuck" alone is definitely not as dynamic and powerful as "I fuck".
g. Zuo: This is the most elegant word. Mud is like the stars in the sky, twinkling with beautiful light.
On such a night, with coffee and red wine, we talk about making love.
54. "Tomorrow will come a little," I said to Xiao Yang, "If you feel comfortable, you won't think about that damn thing of getting married anymore."
I am not only energetic, but should also have a kind of relaxation. But no matter what, I will definitely not eat the food that Xiao Yang made for me. What does she mean? She made food for me and then urged me to go on a date with my boyfriend.
"I don't want to fuck," Xiao Yang said, "I think there is no interest between you and me anymore."
"Why?" I asked.
“Don’t you understand?” Xiao Yang said, “When I touch you, it’s like touching myself.”
I suddenly felt a pang of pain. Although I admitted that what Xiao Yang said made a lot of sense, I still felt a pang of pain.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” I asked Xiao Yang. “Yes,” Xiao Yang said.
It was the first day of 2000, or perhaps the last winter night of the last century. In Chengdu, China, further south, in a spacious house on Yulin South Road, Xiao Yang and I lay quietly on the bed.
55. I got up early on Sunday morning. I turned on the TV and half-reclined on the sofa to watch a Go match.
Xiao Yang was still asleep; usually, she would sleep until one o’clock in the afternoon. But today she got up very early; the rapid Go match was still ending when Xiao Yang was already up.
She walked past me and went into the kitchen. After a while, she came out of the kitchen again, walked past me, and went into the bedroom. She walked past me, then back; the rapid Go match was in its final ko fight.
When the rapid Go match was over, she brought the food to the table. She said, “Eat.” "This was the first thing we said to each other this morning." I glanced at the food: twice-cooked pork and a plate of bell peppers, with a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks. I asked her, "Aren't you going to eat?" She was standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She said, "I'm not eating. Old Zhang is still waiting for me upstairs."
That was in Chengdu, China, a light rain falling on the river. I and the woman with the floral-rimmed glasses sat by the river. In our past lives, we were Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen; we came all the way from Chang'an, and we've come to visit prostitutes too. Xue Tao brewed us the finest Mao Feng tea and showed us her newly written poems.
56. Qiaomei suddenly called me, saying her mother was sick and urgently needed money. I asked how much. She said three thousand yuan. I said, "You don't even have three thousand yuan? What have you been bragging about all these years?" My words were obviously a bit harsh. Qiaomei said, "If you don't want to lend it, then forget it." Then she hung up.
57. As soon as I hung up, I regretted it. Based on my relationship with Qiaomei and my understanding of her over the years, she was at least someone who wouldn't ask me for money for no reason. She said her mother was sick, so most likely she was.
Thinking of this, I quickly called Qiaomei back.
But Qiaomei was still angry. She said, "You need to learn to respect prostitutes." I said, "Yes, yes, I'll bring you the money right away." She said, "No need." I said, "Still angry?" She said, "No, I'm in Chengdu." I said, "Okay, come to the garden in a bit, I'll wait for you there."
5. I was still full of energy.
I stood on the balcony and called her. I asked, "Are you really leaving?" She said, "Yes." Then we hung up. Watching her disappearing figure, I shouted. An airplane was flying overhead.
59. I walked around outside. Actually, I just walked around on Yulin South Road. At midnight, Yulin South Road was drizzling, a very light drizzle, just enough to wet my hair. I bought a pack of cigarettes at a cigarette stand at the intersection. I took out one, lit it, and smoked it. Swaying figures flickered in front of me.
I stopped at a letter shop, flipping through this and that. I didn't have "Chewing" or "Style," and I didn't want them. After flipping through them, I continued walking. Then I came to a small bar called "Midnight Sunshine." I went in, sat down, and ordered two bottles of Budweiser.
A man and a woman sat next to me, chatting and laughing, or rather, flirting. I suddenly thought of Xiao Yang. I couldn't imagine what she was doing now, or what she and her fiancé, Lao Zhang, would say when they were together. They were making love, and Xiao Yang said, "It won't be that fast. I won't be so quick with my fiancé."
I was quick. I quickly finished two bottles of Budweiser, paid the bill, and left the bar. My heart was pounding. I kept wandering aimlessly along Yulin South Road, thinking that if I wandered around, I would bump into Xiao Yang. Even if I didn't, it would be better than staying alone at home, in an empty house. Although the street was still bustling with people, still drizzling, and still dimly lit. There were some lights, but not many.
I walked across a street... At the pavilion, I heard a young girl on the phone. She said, "I love you." I paused, smiled, and continued walking. I heard her say, "I really love you." In this drizzly midnight, a young girl pouring out her heart on the phone reminded me of Xiao Yang. Perhaps she was telling Lao Zhang, "I want to get married and have children. You must meet my demands and provide the conditions for meeting them."
I kept walking. A dark section appeared on the street, and ahead of it, a shop was brightly lit. I walked towards the shop; it was a sex shop. I went inside, and suddenly many penises appeared before me. Next to the penises were many vaginas, covered in hair. A middle-aged woman approached and asked me, "Sir, what do you need?"
61. We arrived at a dance hall converted from an underground civil defense project. It was dark and gloomy, playing awful music. Although it was only early spring, the atmosphere already had a slightly unsavory feel. Lace-rimmed Glasses: "I dare not use the word 'stinky'." Lace-rimmed Glasses himself said, "It is a bit vulgar, but I think it's quite fun."
I looked up and saw a blurry, dark figure, two pairs of them embracing and writhing. The man with the lace-rimmed glasses called me a young lady, saying, "This is Sasha, her skills are no less than your Qiaomei's." Then he said to the young lady, "This is my brother, his first time here."
62. The music started, and Sasha hugged me, pressing her lower body against mine, writhing. I felt a little dizzy and slightly nauseous. The man with the lace-rimmed glasses was next to me, embracing a woman who was even taller than him, burying his head deeply in her breasts.
We drank tea and talked about poetry. The sun had set, and the maids set out wine and dishes for us and lit lanterns. That night, Xue Tao was slightly drunk, and we were also slightly drunk. I knew that was in our past lives; in this life, we had fallen into a basement.
I lit a cigarette, sat under the lamp, letting the ordinary light of everyday life pass by, but I couldn't write a single word. Xiao Yang lay on the bed, the blanket covering her tightly from head to toe. She might be asleep, or perhaps dreaming of a beautiful wedding dress.
Qiao Mei could play "Spring River Flower Moon Night" on the wind and "Pipa Ballad." I firmly believe that Qiao Mei's past life was at least a famous courtesan in the Tang Dynasty. 64. It was already midnight, that is, midnight, and Xiao Yang still hadn't returned home.
65. I entered the sex toy store, and a middle-aged woman greeted me. She asked, "Teacher, what do you need?"
I needed many things. In the sex toy store, I picked up a huge penis; it was so large and alluring. I held it with both hands, and a large glans protruded from it.
I asked Xiao Yang, "Are you comfortable?" Xiao Yang said, "Yes." I asked again, "Do you love me?" Xiao Yang said, "Yes." I asked again, "Then why did you leave me?" Xiao Yang said, "I want to get married, I want to have children."
The middle-aged woman said, "This sells very well; usually, men use it as a birthday gift for their wives."
I said, "Really?" The middle-aged woman said, "It's even better than the real thing because it vibrates." I asked her, "Have you used it?" The middle-aged woman blushed for a moment, lowered her head, and said, "Sir, you're joking." I said, "I'm not joking. This thing is so expensive; I just wanted to ask about it."
As I spoke, I handed it to the middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman held it and muttered to herself, "Compared to you men, it's good in every way except for the lack of emotion." I immediately felt that this middle-aged woman harbored many unpleasant feelings. I reached out and patted her shoulder, saying, "You don't need that emotional thing."
66. For a melancholy woman, a sex toy has at least five advantages over a man:
a. It is always firm and large; b. It has built-in vibration, which can comprehensively promote female orgasm; c. It is loyal and never betrays its owner; d. It is obedient and ready to serve whenever the owner needs it; e. It is not jealous and remains quietly by your side even when you are having sex with other men.
67. De Er told Gang Ge that there was a guy at Linmu Sauna named Number 32 who was top-notch at playing wind, string, and string instruments, and singing. He was incredibly skilled at it. I asked, "Is he better at playing wind instruments than Qiao Mei?" He said, "Absolutely." I asked again, "Is he better at singing than the proprietress?" He said, "Absolutely." I asked once more, "Is he better at playing string instruments than Xiao Yang?" He said, "Xiao Yang? How would I know how good Xiao Yang is at playing string instruments?" I laughed and said, "You should try him sometime." The guy with the lace-rimmed glasses was completely baffled. He said, "Completely baffling."
6. I want to clarify two key words: one is "blowing" and the other is "sand." In section 53, I gave specific explanations of the seven key words: "walk," "pass," "hit," "poke," "operate," "day," and "do." Now, I want to clarify two key words: "blowing" and "sand ." Let's
talk about "blowing" first.
"Blowing" is a cultural concept. People without culture generally don't blow; they'll say, "That equipment is so dirty." Similarly, "blowing" is the word most similar to "climax" among all the characters. The Modern Chinese Dictionary explains "blowing" as closing two lips and forcefully exhaling air; to be more specific, it's even closer. For example, the Modern Chinese Dictionary defines "blowpipe" as: using compressed air, using various types of air, in turn... Stimulation causes it to spew out high-temperature flames and liquid. I've often fantasized about an ancient woman playing mournful melodies for us on a riverbank on a breezy, drizzly night.
Now, let's talk about sand.
Sand, like grit, actually refers to tiny pebbles. In the dim light, in the wind, sand itself is open and necessary. But as a traded craft, sand is disgusting and frightening. For example, when I heard she had already "sanded" two pieces that night, I was genuinely afraid. Please note, I wasn't happy about her skill, but afraid. I was afraid my tools would leak out, leaving me covered in tiny pebbles.
69. It was 1 a.m. when I got home.
I arrived home just as Xiao Yang followed me in. We didn't say a word. I closed the door and turned on the light, and she opened it. I went to the bathroom to pee, and she went straight into the kitchen. She went to wash her hands, and when I came out of the bathroom, she was just coming out of the kitchen. She sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. I poured myself a glass of water and sat down on the sofa too.
The TV was full of people talking nonsense. Before, it was mostly male gossipers; then it was mostly female gossipers. Suddenly it switched to football, and I quickly said, "Stop." She glanced at me, put down the air conditioner, and went to the bathroom. She started taking a shower, turned on the water, took off her clothes one by one, threw them on the sofa, and walked away naked in front of me. I was watching football and didn't see her naked backside.
70. After Xiao Yang finished showering, we went to our respective bedrooms. She was naked, using a pink towel to cover herself as she walked into the bedroom. Just then, my eyes fell on the big TV screen, and I saw her, but we didn't say anything.
After Xiao Yang went into the bedroom, I turned off the TV and went into the study. There was a small bed in the study. I lay down on the bed, and everything was quiet. I tried my best to listen for any sounds from the bedroom next door, but I couldn't hear anything. Time passed by, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I picked up my phone and dialed Xiao Yang's number. Xiao Yang's phone rang loudly in the silence.
In the bedroom, Xiao Yang ran to the living room and picked up her phone. She didn't answer, but instead yelled at the study, "Are you crazy?" I quickly went to the living room and said, "I want to have a one-night stand with you." Xiao Yang said, "Why are you calling me if you want to have sex?"
72. Back at the flower garden.
When Qiaomei knocked on the door, De'er, Gangge, Huabianyan Jiumei, and I were playing cards at Langlingqing. I gave Qiaomei some money, and she said, "This is a loan to you." I said, "It's not true." She said again, "The money isn't enough."
I asked, "How much more do you need?" She said, "Not much, just enough for me to play a tune for each of you."
I turned to look at the three of them; they all seemed to agree. I said, "Okay, who goes first?"
Everyone hesitated, so I said, "Gangge, you go first."
Sasha was still there. I twisted and asked Sasha, "Are you going to blow too?" Sasha said, "I'm not blowing." I said, "Then how do you do it?" Sasha said, "I'll sand." I said, "Sand?" Sasha said, "Just sand." I asked her, "Will it work?" Sasha twisted and turned vigorously and said, "I've already sanded two of them today." What a powerful sander! I found that my instrument shrank back immediately, much faster than when it was hard.
That day, the sun was shining brightly outside, and Qiaomei played a tune for each of the four of us. She played with great passion, filled with love.
73. I decided to break up with Xiao Yang. I packed my things, such as clothes, books, and some manuscripts, and called De Er. De Er said, "It should have been done a long time ago. There are fortresses everywhere, why do you have to stubbornly guard this bed?"
74. I picked up my equipment and hurried downstairs to wait for Er and his white Santana.

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