Aunt Xue Next Door (Full Text)

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Chapter 1: The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili

There is a very famous Italian film, starring the supermodel Monica Bellucci, which is also her breakthrough role. The film is called *The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili*, and it tells the story of a small town during Mussolini's rule in Italy during World War II. It is an extremely beautiful story, the story of a naive young man and a stunningly beautiful young woman.

When I was nineteen, I saw that movie in a private video arcade and became infatuated with my next-door neighbor on the same floor, a beautiful young woman ten years older than me, whom I should nominally call Auntie. She had worked in a profession that always fills men with filthy fantasies—a nurse.

I was born in a small village in the south. When I was a few years old, my parents died in an accident. I was adopted by a couple who were unable to have children. My adoptive father was a county official, and my adoptive mother was a teacher, but she also passed away when I was eight years old. My adoptive father, devastated by the loss of his wife, was also implicated at work and dismissed from his public service position. He went into business and quickly built a successful business. Because his company was located in another city, he was rarely home, and I lived a lonely but free and materially comfortable life.

My adoptive father never bought property in the small county town, so I continued to live in my old residence, left behind by my adoptive father, a civil servant for his entire life. It was an old-style, square-shaped residential complex, somewhat like a courtyard house in Beijing. All four sides were six stories high, and on the side facing the road, there was a wide, one-story-high passageway. At the entrance was a small mailroom where an old man lived as the gatekeeper. His job was to open the iron gate every morning, monitor the flow of people in and out, and lock it again at night. His salary was originally paid by the government, but later it was shared by the residents of the complex.

There's a courtyard surrounded by houses in the residential complex, where residents relax and play. In the courtyard stands a tall, ever-lush crabapple tree, said to be several hundred years old. There are many households in the complex; when I first arrived, I counted them carefully—thirty-two in total.

Our family lives on the second floor, on the north side, the second apartment on the left. Next door is the Zhou family, who also own Zhang Xueyan's home. Zhang Xueyan is the beautiful young woman I've been infatuated with since I was nineteen.

I first saw Zhang Xueyan when I was ten. It was summer, hot, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly in the crabapple tree. It was a very irritating day. I was shirtless, leaning on the railing, staring blankly at the ground. Sunlight and the shadows of the leaves fell on it, rippling like water.

Suddenly, laughter and chatter came from the courtyard. I glanced up, but saw nothing. Then I heard the clear clatter of high heels on the floor. It was an era when not everyone could afford high heels. I heard that Old Wang's wife upstairs bought a pair when she got married, but she only wore them on holidays. Soon

, two figures came into view: Zhou Yatong from next door was leading a woman. The woman had a long ponytail, wore a white dress with light red flowers, revealing her slender legs, and wore white high heels. Each step made a soft, melodious sound, like short, intermittent musical notes. The dress cinched at the waist like a willow branch. Before I even entered puberty, in my naivety, I already had an appreciation for beauty. Perhaps that's inaccurate. Appreciation of beauty shouldn't be limited by age; men should be born with an appreciation for beauty.

So, my inherently lewd nature as a man led me to judge from her back view alone that she must be a beautiful woman. Eager to catch a glimpse of her lovely face, my gaze followed them intently. After they entered the stairwell, I quickly shifted my focus to the exit of the second-floor left staircase. My spirits lifted considerably; before, I'd been completely listless.

Their figures gradually emerged from the stairwell, and just their faces were enough to leave me speechless. Back then, my vocabulary was limited, and I just thought, "Wow, there are women this beautiful in the world!" Later, as my vocabulary expanded, I tried to apply those words of praise to her, but no matter how I tried, they always felt inadequate, failing to adequately describe her. Her figure was, of course, undeniably stunning, but at the time, I wasn't particularly interested in her other features and didn't pay much attention to them. At that age, a boy's appreciation of a woman is probably limited to her face.

Zhou Yatong whistled at me and shouted, "Hey kid, what are you staring at?"

"Looking to see which girl you brought back today,"

I retorted, whistling back without backing down.

This worked. Zhang Xueyan stared intently into his eyes, while Zhou Yatong explained with a forced smile, "Don't believe him, that kid's just talking nonsense."

He raised his fist at me, "You better watch out, or Uncle Tong will teach you a lesson."

Chapter 2 Video Hall

I stuck my tongue out at him and quickly ran into the house. After hearing the door close next door, I quickly ran over and pressed my ear to the door to eavesdrop. In no time, I heard that familiar moaning sound. At this time, I would lean on the balcony and shout loudly, "There's a pervert! Everyone come and catch the pervert!"

After shouting, I would run downstairs and hide in a corner of the yard. Then I would see Zhou Yatong rush out of the house, look around, curse a couple of times, and then go back into his own room. I could then swagger back home.

Zhou Yatong was a celebrity in our neighborhood, even a big celebrity in our area. His father was the deputy director of a unit in the county. He hadn't studied for many years, but he got a formal job thanks to his father's influence. I heard from the people in the courtyard that he never went to work, only going to his workplace to collect his salary on the 30th of each month. He had a large group of friends and a notorious nickname: "Little Tyrant of a Hundred Flowers." The implication was that he was not only extremely promiscuous but also domineering and tyrannical. All the children in the courtyard were afraid of him, except for me. This was because my adoptive father was his father's boss.

I knew his character very well, but I never envied his many brothers or women, nor was I jealous of his glamorous life. In fact, I didn't need my adoptive father's guidance or instructions; I told myself from the bottom of my heart that I must never become like Zhou Yatong. I despised his character. He had squandered all the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. At the time, I truly felt that way; I was too heavily brainwashed. I deeply believed in the civilized dogmas of society.

After that first encounter, I often saw Zhang Xueyan. She seemed very arrogant and never gave anyone in the courtyard a second glance. At the end of that year, Zhou Yatong actually married Zhang Xueyan. Everyone was very surprised. After all, his reputation was that of a womanizer; no one had ever seen him stay with any woman for more than three months. He had settled down, and the only ones who should be relieved were his family. Everyone, however, couldn't help feeling sorry for Zhang Xueyan. How could such a beautiful girl end up with such a scoundrel? The more they thought about it, the angrier they became, until they were practically grinding their teeth in hatred. For Zhang Xueyan, she had successfully married a privileged son of an official, quitting her job as a nurse at the hospital to become a full-time housewife.

Logically, Zhou Yatong, having married such a stunning beauty as Zhang Xueyan, should have cherished his good fortune and lived a peaceful life. Of course, these were just other people's opinions. If Zhou Yatong thought that way, he wouldn't be Zhou Yatong. He quickly grew tired of Zhang Xueyan and resumed his old ways of fooling around, his scandalous affairs spreading like wildfire.

Many people were heartbroken and felt indignant for Zhang Xueyan. They just couldn't understand it. Many of them felt that if they could sleep with Zhang Xueyan, they would be willing to die the next day. But Zhou Yatong treated their goddess in such a way that he was worse than an animal.

One night, I heard a commotion next door, followed by Zhou Yatong slamming the door and leaving, and Zhang Xueyan weeping bitterly. Their arguments and fights became more and more frequent, almost a daily occurrence. If they didn't argue for a few days, everyone would find it strange. Even stranger was that despite enduring so much grievance and pain, Zhang Xueyan never considered divorce.

Someone explained my confusion: she couldn't bear to give up the good life in the Zhou family.

For the first two years of their marriage, I remained an observer. Finally, when I turned nineteen, a movie led me into Zhang Xueyan's later life.

In the late 1980s, China began to lift restrictions. Karaoke (a type of karaoke) began to appear and quickly spread, enriching people's otherwise dull leisure time. Zhou Yatong was a frequent visitor to karaoke. The year I entered puberty, video arcades reappeared on a large scale, showing all sorts of good movies, especially Hong Kong films. Stephen Chow's comedies always made people laugh uncontrollably. Beautiful stars like Joey Wong and Maggie Cheung became national sweethearts. In most single men's homes, posters of them are displayed.

That year, I was a senior in high school, and I had one yuan a day for living expenses. At noon, I would endure hunger to buy two steamed buns, and use the remaining fifty cents to go to the video arcade to watch movies. Back then, all video arcades were the same; it cost fifty cents to enter, and they would play one movie after another, so you could watch all day. But once you left, you had to pay again to go back.

This Friday, on my way to school, I saw a poster of a Stephen Chow movie on the poster for my usual video arcade. I touched my stomach and knew that I would have to diet again for lunch.

After school, Xu Xiaohu, who lived in the same courtyard as me, chased after me from behind, tugged at my sleeve, and said, "Shen Nan, let's go watch a video together."

His parents were both factory workers, and his family was very poor. I asked, "Where did you get the money?"

He patted his pocket, "I saved it up by being frugal. Come with me today, I'll take you to a video arcade, it's cheap and the movies are great."

Chapter 3 Physiological Needs

"Do you have any Stephen Chow movies?"

I was eager to see his comedies, so I pressed on.

Xu Xiaohu paused for a moment and said, "Yes, we have all kinds of movies. I guarantee that once you come with me this time, you'll want to come again next time."

I followed him in the opposite direction from home, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he led me into a residential building.

I asked suspiciously, "Are you taking me to see a movie, or are you taking me to steal something from someone's house?"

Xu Xiaohu, who was fat, pointed upstairs, panting, and said, "Don't rush, the video arcade is on the top floor."

"What kind of video arcade is it? How did you find it in this godforsaken place?"

"Someone brought me here."

When we got to the third floor, I noticed a line of words written on the wall. I leaned closer and examined it carefully for a while, recognizing the words: "Pistol for sale, birth permit processing, professional abortion clinic, etc. Contact: A-Gui, Address: Under the first crooked jujube tree on the south slope of the back hill of East Street."

I caught up with Xu Xiaohu and said, "Let's go back and take a look, I found something new."

Xu Xiaohu said dismissively, "I already knew what was written on the wall."

I said with great interest, "Brother, let's go to the south slope and take a look, he's selling pistols."

"Damn, we're not gangsters, why would we buy a pistol?"

Xu Xiaohu stopped, leaned against the wall, and took a couple of deep breaths, saying, "Besides, do you know where there's a crooked jujube tree there..."

I thought about it and realized it was true; I'd been to the south slope many times and had never seen a crooked jujube tree.

After he had rested, we went up to the sixth floor in one go. At the door of the attic, sat an old man with a white beard, holding a large handful of loose change. He was resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the commotion we made upstairs, he only slightly opened one eye.

Xu Xiaohu turned back, took the money from my hand, walked up to the white-bearded old man, and said rudely, "We've come to see a movie."

The old man squinted as he took the money and called into the house, "Third brother, open the door."

The iron door to the attic opened, and a middle-aged man with a full beard poked his head out. He said to the old man, "Dad, did you take the money?"

"Yes,"

the old man replied.

The middle-aged man glanced at the two of us and waved for us to come in: "Hurry up, I'm just changing to a new movie."

After going inside, I was startled because it was pitch black inside, with only the screen's brightness constantly changing, and more than a dozen heads appearing and disappearing.

Xu Xiaohu grabbed me: "Let's sit in the front, we can see better."

We groped our way to the front and sat down, where several adults were sitting next to us. Suddenly the lights came on, and the middle-aged man who had opened the door for us went straight to the television. I looked around and found there were at least twenty or thirty people watching the movie, twice as many as I had expected. Most were adult men, the rest were a few young people, and the only students were Xu Xiaohu and me.

"Kid, you're here for this?"

the adult sitting next to me asked with a smile.

I retorted, "If you can watch it, of course I can too."

After the movie started, the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. I'll give you a brief introduction to this film. It's a foreign film called 'The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili.' It's a very good film and has won many international awards... Okay, I won't take up any more of your time. Please enjoy the movie."

The middle-aged man left just as the prologue finished. The beginning of the film immediately captivated me. So that's how you look at beautiful women?

The film begins with the young protagonist getting a bicycle and rushing to show it off to his classmates. He happens to be told that they are chasing after the most beautiful woman in town, Marilyn, their teacher's woman. Marilyn's appearance drew a chorus of exclamations from the dimly lit room. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Marilyn walked away from the boys on the street. The boys quickly hopped on their bicycles and went to the next intersection to wait for her. It seemed they were just stopping for a rest.

As the story unfolded, I became completely engrossed, wishing I were the young protagonist. After that first viewing, the boy, as the protagonist, fell deeply in love with Marilyn. He often went to Marilyn's house, peering through the windows and indulging in all sorts of bold and imaginative fantasies. But reality unfolded in the exact opposite direction. News arrived from the front lines that Marilyn's husband had been killed in action. Then, all sorts of men began appearing in Marilyn's house. In those harsh wartime conditions, to survive, Marilyn even sold her body. The boy watched helplessly as all this happened. The surge of adolescent hormones led him to commit shameful acts. After his father discovered this, instead of scolding him, he understandingly took him to a brothel to satisfy his physical needs.

Chapter 4 Adolescence

But no matter how much the women flaunted their breasts and tried to seduce him, he remained completely unmoved. Instead, it was a woman leaning against the door, ignoring him, who won his favor. Simply because that woman looked like Marilyn… The ending of the story is hard to say whether it was good or bad… The war ended, Mussolini fell, Marilyn's husband returned, and the boy said goodbye to Marilyn on the street.

After watching, someone immediately suggested, “Boss, let’s replay the film.”

“Yes, let’s replay it.”

Someone chimed in, “It’s so good.”

Xu Xiaohu said to me, “Let’s go, we still have to go back and do our homework. Today’s movie wasn’t as good as the one from the other day.”

I said, “Let’s watch it again, we can do our homework later.”

Xu Xiaohu said unhappily, “It’s not good, let’s go home.”

I rolled my eyes at him, thinking he was very tactless. But seeing that he really wanted to leave, I had no choice but to say, “Let’s watch it again, look how beautiful that woman is, and how great her figure is, especially those big breasts, I really want to take a bite.”

Xu Xiaohu poured cold water on me, saying, “Do you think you’re your own steamed bun, that you can just eat it whenever you want?”

I needed his help, so I couldn’t get angry and patiently begged him to let us watch it again. When we left, the middle-aged man told us to come back again next time, but not to let our families or teachers know.

We walked out of that building, and it was already dark. We rushed home, and Xu’s father, who was waiting at the gate of the courtyard, grabbed him and gave him a beating and scolding. Afraid of being implicated by Xu Xiaohu, I ran back to my own house as fast as I could.

Just as I was setting the stove to cook, the sound of high heels broke in. I knew it was Zhang Xueyan the moment I heard that familiar voice. We'd lived next door for several years, and I was always polite and helpful to her. She was kind to me, often bringing me food. So, our relationship was pretty good. I'd always considered her an older sister.

As I washed the pot, I called out, "Aunt Yan, you're here?"

I might need to explain here that although Zhou Yatong's father was my father's deputy, and I'd never been polite to Zhou Yatong, she was indeed a generation older than me. I could only call his wife "Auntie." Treating her as an older sister was entirely my own choice.

Zhang Xueyan walked into the kitchen, leaned against the door, and glanced into the pot. "What are you making?"

"Noodles,"

I replied simply. I usually eat noodles for dinner.

Zhang Xueyan came up, gently pushed me aside, and turned off the stove. A slender hand hooked around my shoulder as she said, "Come on, let's go to Auntie's for dinner."

I asked, guessing, "Did Uncle Tong and you have a fight while you were cooking, and then he left without even eating?"

Zhang Xueyan didn't answer, but just walked outside with her arm around my shoulder. I knew my guess was correct. Wanting to cheer her up, I said, "Uncle Tong is really inconsiderate. Even if you had a fight, at least eat before you left."

Zhang Xueyan said, "So, according to you, if you fight with your wife, you'll have to make her cook for you, and after you've eaten and drunk your fill, you'll abandon her and go out to be with other women."

"Pshaw, I won't. I'll only ever love one woman in my life,"

I said confidently, my tone expressing more contempt for people like Zhou Yatong.

Zhang Xueyan patted my shoulder and said happily, "Our Shen Ning is great! When you grow up, never be like that bastard Zhou Yatong."

I persisted, seeking the truth, and asked, "Did he really just leave?"

Zhang Xueyan sighed softly, biting her red lower lip, "He hasn't come back for three days. He must have gone to that vixen's place."

I thought to myself, could there really be someone in this world more like a "vixen" than you? I used the term "vixen" entirely in a positive sense, praising her beauty. Because, whether in books or movies, the vixens I've seen are all very beautiful, sexy, and alluring.

During dinner, we sat opposite each other. In one unintentional glance, I suddenly noticed something. So, my gaze never left her face.

Zhang Xueyan quickly realized my infatuation. She looked at me strangely and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

I snapped out of my reverie, shook my head, and looked away. Zhang Xueyan put food on my plate: "Eat more, you're growing a lot during puberty."

Watching her slender, white fingers waving in front of my eyes, I became even more convinced of my belief: she looked remarkably like Marilyn from *The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili*. Although it's extremely unreliable for Asians and Caucasians to resemble each other, that's what I genuinely thought at the time. This wasn't just about physical appearance.

I said, "How did you know I'm going through puberty?"

"Of course I knew,"

Zhang Xueyan said with no small amount of pride. "Your voice has changed, and your Adam's apple is becoming more prominent."

Chapter 5: A Gentle Caress

As I ate, I started staring at her again. She was wearing a red long-sleeved shirt; it wasn't too hot yet. The sleeves were very thin, just a thin layer of fine gauze, and even above the chest was just a thin veil, clearly revealing her snow-white skin. Below that, nothing could be seen except for two high, prominent breasts. I didn't know what was going on, but a stranger thought suddenly popped into my head. I was comparing and speculating whether her large breasts, hidden under her clothes, were as big as Marilyn Monroe's in the movies.

Marilyn's large breasts appeared several times in films, full and enormous. At home, when she took off her tank top to wash her large breasts, she couldn't even hold them in her own hands. When that bad lawyer assaulted her, his dirty hands couldn't hold her large breasts properly either; instead, they nimbly slipped away from his grasp.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Xueyan asked, a little annoyed.

I said embarrassedly, "You look a lot like the female lead in a movie."

"Who?"

she asked, her annoyance turning to delight.

"A foreign film, I forgot the name."

I deliberately concealed it, "Anyway, the female lead in it is as beautiful as you."

Zhang Xueyan covered her mouth and laughed, "You've really grown up a lot; you can even appreciate beautiful women now."

I just smiled. After dinner, when she got up to clear the dishes, I finally saw that Zhang Xueyan was wearing a skirt of the same color, the hem reaching her calves, with a dark red lining underneath, so I couldn't see anything.

Zhang Xueyan came out of the kitchen and said, "Shen Ning, don't go back tonight. Sleep at our place."

"Aren't you scared to sleep alone?"

I asked, puzzled.

Zhang Xueyan pointed to the floor, her face showing fear, and said, "Old Wang's son downstairs was released today, wasn't he? He saw me today and even came over and sat for a while. I'm afraid he'll come knocking on the door tonight. I'll feel more at ease if you stay here."

"Okay, then where will I sleep?"

"The house isn't that big. You'll have to make do for one night. You can sleep on the floor next to my bed."

"Is that appropriate?"

"You're just a kid, what's inappropriate about that?"

Zhang Xueyan said nonchalantly.

I nodded in agreement. I couldn't quite explain it myself, but I suddenly had this strange urge to be close to her.

To avoid being disturbed by Old Wang's son downstairs, we didn't watch TV in the living room. We turned off the outside lights and went back to our room to sleep on the floor.

Zhang Xueyan said, "Lie down for a while. I'll go take a shower and then come back to relieve you."

I've been to her room many times, but I had no interest in examining it closely. I lay down on my makeshift bed and closed my eyes. It was too early for me to feel sleepy. Then, scenes from "The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili" began to surface. The story contains a considerable amount of fantasy. One scene shows Marina bound to a high platform by a group of barbaric people, wearing only thin clothing, her long, slender legs completely exposed. The people cheer and shout, as if they were going to sacrifice her to a god. At the most crucial moment, a young man appears. He leaps down, wielding a machine gun, and fires at the crowd. Amidst terrified screams, the crowd scatters. The young man lands safely on the platform, unties Marina, and easily lays the beauty down. The outcome of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress seems to be that the beauty will offer herself in return. The young man deftly parts her thin clothing, revealing most of her full, round breasts. Their lips intertwine without hesitation.

I closed my eyes, lost in thought, even imagining myself as that boy.

"Shen Ning, go take a shower."

The door opened, and Zhang Xueyan walked in.

So engrossed was I startled by the sudden sound. Seeing me sit up in fright, she took a step back, frowning at me, her hand to her chest, and asked, "What's wrong?"

She had changed into her pajamas, pale yellow, the fabric seemingly empty underneath, revealing glimpses of her figure.

"Had a sweet dream."

I slipped on my slippers and headed outside.

As I passed her, Zhang Xueyan slapped my bottom. I turned around in surprise and said, "Why did you hit me there?"

Zhang Xueyan laughed, raised her hand, and slapped me again, saying, "I just hit you, so what?"

I understood that she was simply expressing adult affection for a child. But I wasn't a child anymore, so being slapped by a woman caused me confusion.

I dodged her and said, "It's okay, men don't have butts."

I went into the bathroom, still able to hear her laughter coming from the room, as beautiful as a string of clear, melodious notes.

Humming a song, I took off my clothes and hung them on the hook, two bright red bras immediately catching my eye. I don't know what it was about them that attracted me, but I actually reached out to touch them, though I knew there was a real desire to touch them. The moment I touched them, it felt like a thin current traveled from them to my fingers. I felt like I'd been pricked by a needle, and immediately pulled my fingers back, but then, unwilling to give up, I reached out again until I had the bright red bra completely in my hand. The fabric of the bras was smooth and soft, and I gently caressed them in my hands. In the quiet bathroom, I could clearly hear my own heart pounding.

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