Beautiful mother and pretty daughter (10-13)

10.
Every time I see this woman, I admire her immensely. Cui Minting is not only exceptionally beautiful, but also very successful in her career. She never depends on men and is a very independent woman.
Several years ago, Zhao Jianguo's company evaded taxes and was severely punished. It was Cui Minting who paid the fine for him; otherwise, he might have gone bankrupt.
Zhao Jianguo has such a good wife, but he doesn't know how to cherish her and even goes out and messes around. It really proves the famous saying on the Internet: "Behind every goddess, there is a man who has fucked her until he wants to vomit."
"You and Meiyun, are you... alright?" Cui Minting asked.
I don't know if she wanted to ask if Jiang Meiyun and I were doing well, or if we were still on good terms.
I decided to give her a vague answer: "It's fine."
Cui Minting then called to the little boy beside her, "Bao'er, say hello to Uncle Chen."
The little boy greeted him obediently, "Hello, Uncle Chen."
He is Cui Minting's five-year-old nephew. After Cui Minting's younger brother had a son out of wedlock, Cui Minting took care of him and treated him as her own son, like a mother and son. Many people thought that he was her second child.
I gently stroked Bao'er's little face and smiled, "Bao'er is such a good girl."
Cui Minting then said to me, "Bingjie has caused you trouble during this time."
"No way! Bingjie comes to draw and talk with me every day, I couldn't ask for more!"
I smiled and looked at Zhao Bingjie beside me. She smiled sweetly at me.
"What? Is Meiyun still so busy?"
"yes!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, seeing that Cui Minting didn't have anything important to say to me, I said, "Why don't you go eat? The children must be hungry."
Cui Minting asked, "Have you eaten?"
Not yet! We're just about to cook the noodles.
"Then why don't you eat with us?"
I didn't expect Cui Minting to invite me to dinner with her and her two children. I smiled and said, "I won't go. You guys go ahead."
When Zhao Bingjie heard her mother invite me, she happily said, "Yes! Uncle Chen, let's go together!"
"Never mind, I'd better not go."
"Why? You haven't eaten either, have you?" Cui Minting said.
"Uncle Chen, come on! Come on!" Zhao Bingjie urged from the side.
Seeing that I was still hesitating, Cui Minting looked at me and said, "Haoyan, do you not want to eat with us, or do you not want to eat with me?"
She's already said all that, what else can I say?
The four of us got into the car. Cui Minting asked me to drive, and she sat in the passenger seat. Zhao Bingjie and her younger brother sat in the back.
Cui Minting's Mercedes-Benz S400L is almost twice as expensive as Gao Yina's Mercedes-Benz GLC. As it is a business-class luxury sedan, the interior is more spacious and luxurious, and the driving experience is also better.
This was my first time driving such a million-dollar luxury car, and I enjoyed it quite a bit.
I asked Cui Minting, "Didn't you say you were taking Bao'er to a children's party? Why did you leave?"
Cui Minting said that these parties were less a gathering of children and more an opportunity for mothers to build relationships and connections. At first, she thought they had some value, but later they turned into a competition and showing off, which made her lose interest, so she made an excuse to say goodbye to the hosts and leave.
I know that those rich women are just women who are wrapped up in material possessions; they are rather shallow and lack substance. A refined woman like Cui Minting would disdain associating with them.
She added that she originally wanted to leave with Bao'er earlier, but a sudden downpour started, and the two of them waited a while longer.
Zhao Bingjie said, "Yes! The rain was so heavy, we were all soaked when we came back."
"Did you go out this afternoon?" Cui Minting asked, looking at me.
Zhao Bingjie added, "Yes, Uncle Chen took me out to sketch."
"So how did you get there? Did you drive Meiyun's car?"
I had no choice but to say, "No, I went by motorcycle."
Cui Minting said "Oh," and turned to Zhao Bingjie, saying, "No wonder your outfit looks like Meiyun's."
She didn't say anything more. I glanced at her discreetly and noticed she seemed a little displeased. I wondered if she was unhappy that I took Zhao Bingjie out, or unhappy that I took her out on my motorcycle and made her get soaked in the rain?
We arrived at a buffet restaurant that combined Chinese and Western cuisine. The tables in this type of restaurant were all rectangular. Zhao Bingjie and I sat on one side, while Cui Minting and Bao'er sat on the other. The four of us ate heartily, and I chatted and laughed with the mother and daughter. Anyone who saw us would think we were a family of four.
"Haoyan, is Meiyun away on a business trip today?" Cui Minting asked while peeling shrimp for Bao'er.
She revealed a glimpse of cleavage, and I tried hard to avoid looking at it. I thought she was truly stunning; at forty years old, her figure was still so slender and graceful, and her breasts were so perky—no wonder she was a former ballet dancer.
In the early 1950s, Choi Min-jung's grandfather was a South Korean soldier who was captured by the Chinese army during the Korean War. After the Panmunjom Armistice Agreement was signed, he responded to the call of the Chinese side and did not return to South Korea. Instead, he came to China with his troops, settled in Yanbian Prefecture, Jilin Province, and married a Korean girl and had children.
During that unprecedented movement, Choi Min-jung's grandfather was investigated and criticized because of his special status and committed suicide. At that time, Choi Min-jung's father, who was a teenager, suffered discrimination and lived a difficult life. He smuggled himself from Shandong to South Korea.
After arriving in South Korea, Choi's father, being the only son in his family and having lost both his grandparents in the war, had no relatives to rely on. He went to work at a restaurant and years later married the owner's only daughter. They had a brother and a sister, and the daughter was named Choi Min-jung.
In the early 1980s, with my country's reform and opening up and the rectification of past wrongs, Choi Min-ting's grandfather was exonerated and the relevant policies were implemented. Choi's father, missing his mother in China and feeling powerless in his Korean family and estranged from his wife, returned to China with his daughter. He then changed her name to Choi Min-ting to make it more Chinese.
With the government-issued pension for his father, Cui's father brought his mother and daughter to Guangzhou to start a clothing wholesale business. He also remarried and had another son. Later, his business grew bigger and bigger, and he established his own family business.
Choi Min-jung practiced ballet from a young age. After graduating from junior high school, she went to South Korea to further her studies and reunited with her relatives there. After studying at an arts high school for three years and an arts college for two years, she was admitted to a famous ballet company in Seoul, became a ballet dancer, and acquired South Korean citizenship.
But at the age of twenty-two, she suddenly returned to China and quickly married Zhao Jianguo, living there ever since. This story is a testament to the power of love. She was doing well in South Korea, but after meeting Zhao Jianguo in person through an online romance, she returned to China to marry her lover, even giving up her career as a dancer.
“Yes!” I said.
She put the peeled shrimp into Bao'er's bowl and said casually, "What a coincidence, Jianguo is also away on a business trip today. It's like they made an appointment."
My heart skipped a beat. Right! What a coincidence! Could it be that they…
Cui Minting picked up the mineral water bottle and took a sip. To maintain her figure, she never drinks beverages, only tea and mineral water.
She put down her water bottle, smiled at me, and said, "What a coincidence, isn't it?"
"Yeah! It's quite a coincidence," I said with a smile, telling myself to stop overthinking it, it's just a coincidence.
Zhao Jianguo and I have been buddies since college, and he has always taken good care of me since I came to Shenzhen.
Since I came to Shenzhen, I've become somewhat estranged from my classmates and friends back home. Zhao Jianguo is arguably my best friend. No matter how much of a womanizer he is, how could he possibly do such a thing?
"Oh dear! What happened to you? You've got food all over your face." Cui Minting complained, grabbing a tissue and bending down to wipe Bao'er's face.
With that movement, her beautiful breasts and cleavage were revealed even more. Upon seeing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away.
After wiping Bao'er's face, Cui Minting asked us where we had gone in the afternoon. Zhao Bingjie became interested and started chattering to her mother, glancing at me every now and then.
Cui Minting smiled at her daughter, and occasionally glanced at me. They were a captivating mother and daughter, one a charming and mature woman, the other a beautiful and youthful girl—truly a stunning pair. I felt a sense of warmth and comfort being between them.
“浩言，谢谢你对冰洁的照顾。”崔敏婷看着我笑道，她温柔的目光让我不由得心跳加快了一些。
我的思绪又回到了过去。如果说当年我和江美云是一见钟情，那么我和崔敏婷之间，可以说是一见如故。
我们都是搞艺术的，虽然从事的领域不同，但艺术是相通的，所以我们很聊得来，有很多共同的话题，对很多事物的看法都一致。
有时候我甚至觉得，我和崔敏婷比我和江美云之间、赵建国和崔敏婷之间还聊得来，为此江美云还吃过我们的醋，以至于我们有时会刻意避着对方，以免给各自的配偶造成不必要的误会。
比如像今晚这样，各自的配偶不在场的情况下坐在一起吃饭，还是这些年以来的第一次。
“浩言，你怎么啦？有点心不在焉的样子。”
崔敏婷的话打断了我的思绪，我笑了一下，“没什么。”
她微笑看着我，说道：“你是不是觉得，跟我们母女俩在一起，有点不自在？”
赵冰洁也笑道：“可能是哦！陈叔叔蛮害羞的。”
母女俩都轻声笑起来。赵冰洁把手搭在我的肩上，笑道：“陈叔叔，两个美女陪你吃饭，你可要多吃一点哦！”
母女俩又笑了起来。崔敏婷笑道：“行了，你看他脸都红了。”
我本来没怎么脸红，她这样一说，我反倒是红了。
“是吗？我看看……还真是呢！”赵冰洁盯着我的脸嘻嘻笑道。
正在尴尬之时，我的手机响起微信提示音。打开一看，是高艺娜发来的，“好幸福、好温馨的一家四口。”
我顿时吃了一惊……

11、
我趁母女俩埋头吃东西，四处张望，果然看到不远处高艺娜正对着我笑，还对我微微地挥了挥手。她正跟几个朋友在这里吃饭。
很快我又收到一条，“去取餐台。”
我再次抬头看去，只见高艺娜已站了起来，一边往取餐台的方向走，一边对我又是打手势、又是讲唇语，示意我也去取餐台。
于是我说道：“我去拿点吃的，你们还想吃什么？”
“我差不多了，你自己看着办。”崔敏婷说道。
我又问赵冰洁，“冰洁，你呢？”
“来点培根和生菜，谢谢陈叔叔。”赵冰洁笑道。
“不客气。”我又对宝儿问道，“宝儿呢？”
小家伙嫩声嫩气地喊道：“我要吃冰激凌。”
“饭都没吃完，吃什么冰激凌啊？”崔敏婷否决了侄子兼小儿子的要求。
来到取餐台，高艺娜立即凑过来说道：“你老婆好漂亮！”
“别瞎说，是我朋友的老婆。”
“哦……”她往娘仨的方向看了一眼，说道：“那个女孩我见过，那个小男孩是你儿子吗？”
我知道她是故意的，说道：“跟你说过了，我没孩子。”
“谁叫你们那么像一家四口呢？”她说着，又笑道：“你不是说没有孩子吗？那有现成的，你只要把当妈的拿下了，儿子、女儿不都有了吗？”
“你找抽是吧？”我举起手，作势要向她打过去。
她扬起那张娇美的脸蛋，看着我笑道：“你打啊！”
我放下手说道：“懒得理你。”
说着去了别处。可我走到哪，高艺娜跟到哪，像块牛皮糖似的。
我没好气地说道：“你老跟着我干嘛？”
她作出无辜状，“谁跟着你了？这里是取餐台，我拿吃的。哦，只许你拿，不许我拿啊？”
我被她胡缠得哭笑不得。她又凑过来说道：“你跟那女的蛮般配的。”
“滚！”我小声说道。
“刚才看到你跟母女俩聊得那么亲热……”
她仍然不依不饶，盯着我笑道：“你老实说，你是喜欢妈妈呢？还是喜欢女儿？或者说……”
她故意顿了一下，突然指着我说，“你两个都喜欢？”
“闭嘴！”我低声吼道。
正当此时，身后传来喊声，“浩言……”
我俩回头看去，只见崔敏婷拿着一盒冰激凌向我们走来。我不禁心里暗惊，不知道我和高艺娜的对话被她听到没有？
她走到跟前问道：“这位是？”
我颇有些尴尬，只好说道：“她是我朋友高小姐。”
崔敏婷大大方方地向高艺娜伸出右手，“你好，高小姐，我是崔敏婷。”
高艺娜握住崔敏婷的手笑道：“你好、你好……”
她又对我说道：“那你们聊，我先过去了。”
然后跟崔敏婷相互点了点头，拿着餐盘离去了。崔敏婷看着高艺娜的背影，对我说道：“你俩聊什么呢？聊得这么起劲。”
“嗨！就是聊了几句……”我有点尴尬地说道，“走吧！回去吃东西。”
吃完饭，崔敏婷本打算开车送我回去，但我坚持坐地铁，于是娘仨送我到地铁站，顺便走走消化一下肚子里的食物。
此时的步行街正是一天当中最热闹的时候，到处是跳广场舞的和吃完晚饭出来玩耍的人。
赵冰洁带着弟弟在前面跑来跑去，我和崔敏婷走在后面。
“冰洁，你慢点跑，别让宝儿摔着了。”崔敏婷喊道，又对我笑了一下，“这俩孩子……”
我也笑了笑。走着走着，崔敏婷挽住了我的胳膊。我在心里怔了一下，转念一想，都是多年的朋友了，这不代表什么吧？
“浩言，谢谢你。”崔敏婷说道。
“怎么又说这样的话？建国是付了我钱的，再说，我很愿意教冰洁。”
“我不是这个意思。我是说，你给冰洁带来了快乐，她跟我说你比教过她的所有美术老师都要教得好，她特别喜欢上你的课，也很喜欢你这个老师。”
她说到这里，看向别处叹了一口气，“我好久没见她这么快乐过了……”
然后又看向我，“浩言，这些都是你的功劳。”
我能感受到她的双峰轻碰着我的胳膊，那种挺拔、柔软而又富有弹性的感觉，让我心旷神怡。
我笑了笑说道：“其实我也没做什么，只是尽我所能教她画画，并且让她开心。”
“这些年，我一直尽力给她创造最好的条件，可我没想到，真正能让她感到快乐的，是你。”
崔敏婷挽着我的胳膊边走边说，可能附近看到我们的人，都会认为我和她是两口子。而她又是如此的优雅、迷人，跟这样一个美貌熟女被别人误认为是夫妻，非但没有让我感觉尴尬，相反还很惬意。
“敏婷，你想过没有？”我说道：“其实，冰洁要的很简单。你和建国给了她那么多，为什么最简单的东西却给不了呢？”
“是啊！”崔敏婷叹息道，“有时我也在反省自己，我和建国拼命地工作，不就是为了孩子吗？可到头来，却连你说的最简单的快乐也给不了冰洁，真的是本末倒置了。”
“有时候我也在想，我作为一个女人、一个母亲，不愿意放弃自己的事业陪在女儿身边，与其说是为了女儿，其实还不是为了自己。每当我这样想的时候，都觉得自己够自私的。”
我笑道：“多陪陪孩子吧！像冰洁这样的孩子，她最需要的不是金钱，而是陪伴。”
“是啊！过去我忙于事业没有时间，等事业稳定了又有了宝儿，我可怜他打小没有妈妈，对他特别上心。可这又反过来，再次冷落了冰洁。唉！我真是对不起她。”
崔敏婷说到这里，看向我，“浩言，你说，我是不是一个特别不称职的母亲啊？”
我微微一笑，“敏婷，在我看来，你是一个了不起的母亲。这些年建国不怎么顾家，你一个人照顾两个孩子，事业还那么成功，作为一个女人，这很不容易。”
她目光温柔地看着我，“浩言，你真是这么想的吗？”
我点头说道：“当然。你不是不称职，而是有些顾此失彼。反正，尽量多抽时间陪陪孩子吧！”
她对着我柔柔地一笑，“好，我会的。”
我和她相视而笑，继续前行。崔敏婷又说道：“浩言，有一件事我想跟你说。”
“你说。”
“冰洁她……”她迟疑了一下，看着我说道，“从小就比较孤僻，跟同龄的孩子玩不到一块儿。可能在她看来，更愿意跟你这样的成熟稳重、知识渊博的人交流。”
“她很崇拜你，我的意思是，她可能……我是说有可能，不能将崇拜和感情区分开。你……明白我的意思吗？”
我看着不远处正在逗弟弟的赵冰洁，说道：“我明白，冰洁永远都是我的学生，是我最喜欢的学生。”
“好。”崔敏婷看着我笑道。
我们又走了一会儿，她说道：“浩言，还有件事，我跟你说了，你可不许生气。”
我笑道：“你有什么话，就直说吧！”
“你今天带冰洁出去写生，我不反对，可你不该带她骑摩托车，还骑了那么远，回来还淋了雨，这不安全。”
崔敏婷又说道：“浩言，我当你是最好的朋友，才跟你说这些话的，希望你不要介意。”
“你想哪去了？”我笑道，“以后我不会再带冰洁骑摩托车了。”
“那就好！”崔敏婷笑道。
我俩再次相视而笑。我们都没有想到，这一幕被偶然回头的赵冰洁看到了，包括崔敏婷挽着我胳膊的手。
小丫头对我和她妈妈蹙眉而视，目光中有着某种别样的情绪。
和娘仨在地铁站出入口道别后，我坐地铁回家，刚坐了几站，就接到高艺娜打来的电话。
她在电话里告诉我，她的车在路上抛锚了，把她给扔在了半道上。
我问她怎么回事？她说打不着火了。我说是不是电瓶没电了。她说不知道，问我什么是电瓶？我叫她打4s店或保险公司的电话。
“浩言哥，你过来找我吧？这些事我一个人处理不来的。”高艺娜说道，都快哭出来了。
我只好叫她把地址发给我。下了地铁出了地铁站，我打了个车直奔高艺娜的车抛锚的地方。
和高艺娜汇合后，我坐到驾驶位上，试着按下了启动键，出乎意料的是，居然一下就给打着了。
我看向高艺娜，“这不是能打着吗？”
她坐在副驾位上，一脸无辜地说道：“我哪知道？反正刚才怎么都打不着。”
“你玩我的吧？”
她挽住我的胳膊嘻嘻笑道：“好啦！送我回家。”
我徒呼奈何，只得驾车驶离。

12、
路上，我一边开车一边说道：“你大晚上的唱这么一出，就为了找我来给你当代驾，还是免费的？我该你欠你的？”
高艺娜说道：“我本来不想唱这一出的，谁叫那个女人挽你胳膊呢？你又不是她老公。”
我一惊，看向她问道：“你跟踪我们？”
“对了，我就是跟踪你们了，怎么着吧？”
她从副驾位上坐直身体，抬头挺胸地对我说道，“从你们出自助餐厅开始，我就一直跟在你们后面。”
我腾出右手指着她说道：“好你个高艺娜，你给我等着……”
她张嘴就向我的食指咬来，我赶紧缩回手，说道：“你是狗吗？”
“谁叫你指我来着？”
“懒得理你，回头再收拾你。”
“别回头啊！择日不如撞日……”高艺娜娇笑着，靠回到椅背上，侧身对着我，“老娘这九十八斤今晚随你怎么收拾。”
她的话语和姿态，让我心猿意马，“得了吧？就你这体型，至少一百一。”
“你放屁！”她一下就毛了，从座位上弹起来，粉拳往我身上招呼，“老娘哪有那么重？”
我一边招架一边笑，“开车呢！开车呢！”
来到高艺娜所住小区的大门外，我靠边停车，松开安全带说道：“行了，你自己开进去，我回去了。”
正要下车，她叫住了我，“浩言……”
我看向她，她一下就搂住了我的脖颈，那对芳唇吻了上来。我愣了一下，不由自主地与她吻在一起。
分开后，她在我的耳畔喃喃地说道：“去我家里。”
面对这样的诱惑，而且我老婆早已出轨，我还有拒绝的理由吗？
高艺娜家的玄关处，房门刚一关上，我和她又迫不及待地拥吻在一起，一边吻一边脱衣服，也替对方脱，向卧室的方向移动。
来到床上，我们赤裸相拥、热吻爱抚，我伏下去亲她下面，她娇羞地说道：“不要，还没洗过呢！”
我依然如故，直到她娇哼连连，才进入到她里面。我一边吮两粒乳头，一边在她的深处抽送……
高艺娜叫床的声音特别好听，在我身下娇吟婉转。待她有了一次高潮，我问她可不可以射到里面？她说可以。于是我喷薄而出。
云雨初歇，她依偎在我怀里，说道：“之前我还以为你那儿有毛病，那天在你家我都脱光了，你还忍得住。现在看来，你很正常。”
我笑而不语。我自己知道，以前我那儿是有点毛病，但那都是因为江美云对我太冷淡、太刻薄造成的。如今高艺娜对我那么热情，她又那么迷人，我想不硬都不行。
高艺娜拉起我的手说道：“走，我们洗个澡。”
我跟着她往卧室里的浴室走去，她边走边说，“刚才你那么猴急，连澡都没来得及洗。”
我说道：“你不也挺急的吗？”
她嘻嘻笑道：“我哪急了？”
从浴室出来回到床上，我问她可不可以在这里抽烟？做完爱抽支事后烟，是我多年以来的习惯。
她娇媚地说道：“在我这里，你无论干什么都可以。”
我准备去卧室外面拿烟，刚才进来之前，我和她身上的衣服，大多脱在了外面。
“你别动，我帮你拿。”高艺娜说着，赤裸着她那曼妙的娇躯，下了床往卧室外面走去。
很快她返回卧室，晃荡着那对豪乳，手里拿着烟盒、打火机和一个烟灰缸。
她取出一支烟点上，熟练地吐出一串烟圈，将过滤嘴塞到了我嘴里。
我抽了一口，问道：“你会抽烟？”
她笑道：“会啊！不过没瘾，偶尔抽一支。”
她重新依偎到我怀里。我搂着她，一边抽烟，一边轻抚她那如丝般光滑的肌肤，环顾四周。
她的这套房子蛮大的，装修也挺豪华，卧室也是。我从来没有想过，能跟她这样一个轻熟美女在这种地方翻云覆雨、同床共枕，一切都宛如梦中。
我把抽了一半的香烟在烟灰缸里摁灭，说道：“可以告诉我，你更多的事吗？”
我一直对她挺好奇的。她在我怀里幽幽地说道：“你真想听？”
“嗯。”我点了点头。
“好吧！那我就告诉你。”
高艺娜从我怀中坐起来，从烟盒里取出一支烟点上，吐出一缕淡淡的烟雾，说道：“我被一个有钱的男人包养了，我所有的一切，都是他给的……”
她左右看了看，“包括我的车，这套房子，还有那两家咖啡店，也是他帮我开的。”
我暗自寻思，果然如此，只是不知道，她被男人包养，是因为爱慕虚荣、贪图享受？还是为生活所迫？
她对我笑道：“是不是觉得我很脏？”
我摇了摇头，问道：“能跟我说说，是因为什么吗？”
她又抽了一口，在烟灰缸里弹了弹烟灰，“我在老家上高职的时候，我爱的那个男人的母亲病重，手术费差几万块。那时我有个室友，她的表姐开了个酒吧，我常在那里打工。我找室友的表姐借钱，她给我介绍了一个挣钱的门路。”
听到这里，我隐隐猜到，她作为一个女孩子，等待她的是什么。
“后来我才知道，我那个室友的表姐，经常帮男人拉皮条，给那些有钱的男人介绍年轻漂亮的女孩，尤其是处女，供男人玩弄。”
“她跟我说，有个大老板喜欢给处女开苞，以我的条件，她能帮我谈个很好的价钱，解决手术费不成问题。”
“我犹豫了好几天，还是答应了。那晚我从酒店出来后，怀里抱着用我的初夜换来的那几万块钱，一个人蹲在街边哭了好久。”
高艺娜说着，流下了眼泪。她的忧伤打动了我，我搂着她默默地安慰，但我不知道，这事跟她后来被男人包养有什么关系？
我问道：“你爱的那个男人，他知道你为他所做的这一切吗？”
她抹了一下泪水，摇头说道：“他不知道，因为从头至尾，都是我在暗恋他。”
我吃了一惊，没想到她竟然为了一个她暗恋的男人，付出这么大的代价，可见她爱他之深。那一刻，我对那个幸运的家伙怀有深深的嫉妒。
“那……后来呢？”
“后来不知怎么搞的，我爸妈知道了这事，我在家里再也呆不下去了，高职一毕业，我就来到了深圳。可我的那点学历，在深圳能干什么啊？无非是在商场做促销员，或在公司当前台接待，工资低得付了房租就只剩下吃饭的钱了。”
“在这样的情况下，我遇到了那个男人，他特别有钱，提出来包养我。那时我家里很穷，我爸嗜赌如命，根本不管家里，我哥帮朋友打架伤了人，面临高昂的赔偿金……于是我就跟了他。”
“那你现在，还跟他在一起的吗？”我又问道。
“嗯……”高艺娜点了点头，将手中的烟灭掉，“他一般都在上海，老婆孩子也在那边，每月来深圳一两次，他在这边也有生意。有时也叫我去上海见他。”
“他对你好吗？”
“还行吧！”高艺娜轻叹了一声，说道，“除了每月打给我几万块生活费，还在深圳市区给我买了几套房子，包括开咖啡店的两间门面房，都是以我的名义买的。”
我心想，这个男人还算有点情义，不过对于那些有钱人来说，这点钱也不算什么吧？所以可以随意挥霍，买下一个美丽女孩的青春。
高艺娜投入我怀中，泪中带笑地说道：“浩言哥，听了我的过去，你会不会瞧不起我啊？”
我轻轻地擦拭她的泪水，笑道：“怎么会呢？每个人都不容易，你也不容易。”
她嫣然一笑，吻住了我的嘴唇。热吻中，她握住了我那里，我在她的手中再次勃起。
“又大了硬了耶！”她笑道，娇媚地看了我一眼，伏下去含入口中，一下一下地吞吐。
良久，她起身跨到我上面，深处吞没了我那里，扭腰摆臀地动起来。我让她在我身上起落了一会儿，坐起来轮流含吮两个乳头，她捧着我的脑袋，与我热吻。
我抱住她的腰，一翻身来到了上面，坚挺之处仍然插在她那里面，纵送不止……
做完第二次，高艺娜对我说道：“改天去我的咖啡店，我给你泡我店里最好的咖啡。”
“为什么要对我这么好？”
这是我一直想问她的问题，我想不通，她这样对我的理由。
她从我怀中抬起头，说道：“浩言，你真的不认识我了吗？还是，根本不记得我了？”
我吃惊地看着她，觉得莫名其妙。她改用一口标准的陕西话说道：“你还记得十三年前，你在老家的中学教初二年级美术课的时候，有一个叫高小梅的女生吗？”
我惊诧至极。我怎么会不记得呢？当年就是这个高小梅，害得我身败名裂、背井离乡，我永远都不会忘记这个名字。
两行眼泪从高艺娜的脸上流了下来，她仍然用陕西话说道：“陈老师，我就是高小梅。”
我一下惊呆了，思绪回到了十三年前……

13、
十三年前，我还是西安一所国企子弟中学的美术老师，教初二年级的美术课。
因为我的课上得生动有趣，再加上我那时还算年轻帅气，学生们都很喜欢我，尤其是那些女生，高小梅就是其中的一个。
那时高小梅只有十四岁，长得蛮漂亮，也够聪明伶俐，是我的美术课代表。她对美术很有兴趣，所以我对她也蛮喜欢的，常利用课余时间在办公室辅导她画画。
我还在周末带她和其他几个爱好美术的学生，去郊外写过生。那时我能感觉到高小梅对我的崇拜，但我从来没有想过利用这一点，对她做点什么。
我送过高小梅一本美术出版社出版的素描集，里面有不少人体素描。我没想到，这本画册成了我离开学校的导火索。
有一天，高小梅的父母来到学校，向学校领导举报我企图勾引他们的女儿发生性关系，证据就是那本素描集，他们认为那是一本黄色画册。
令我意想不到的是，高小梅向校长承认，我曾经多次提出画她的裸体，还试图脱她的衣服。
尽管我根本没有做过这些事，但校长认定一个十四岁的女孩不会撒这种谎。这件事在整个厂子和社会上闹得沸沸扬扬，甚至产生了我已把那个女孩糟蹋了的版本。很多家长都知道了，他们坚决不让我给他们的孩子上课，尤其是那些女生的家长。
我没想到我最喜欢的学生，一个十四岁的女孩，竟然狠狠地插了我一刀。尽管我是被冤枉的，但迫于巨大的舆论压力，不得不从学校辞职。
我本想应聘到别的学校教书，哪怕是教小学也行，可没有哪一所学校愿意聘用一个，有着企图性侵女生的劣迹的不良教师。
我父亲也是这所子弟学校的退休教师，随着这事越传越凶，厂里好多人都说老陈家出了个变态色狼。本来他就体弱多病，因为这事被气得一病不起，几个月以后含恨西去。而我那本已准备跟我结婚的女朋友，也跟我分了手，之后我背井离乡来到了深圳。
我更没有想到的是，十三年后我居然跟当年和她父母一起冤枉我的高小梅，在深圳重逢，还稀里糊涂地跟她上了床。
她这十三年的变化实在太大，我跟她相处的这些日子，愣是没把她给认出来。现在仔细端详，在她的眉目之间，确实有当年高小梅的影子，只是她当年虽然也够漂亮，但远没有现在这么令人惊艳，我怀疑她整过容了。
“你当初为什么要这样做？”我问出了这个困扰了我十三年的问题。
我原本以为，我这辈子可能都没有机会问这个问题了，可老天把答案带到了我面前。
“是我爸妈逼我的……”十三年前的高小梅，现在的高艺娜哭泣着说道，“他们打我、骂我，我没有办法，我那时才十四岁啊！”
“他们又是为了什么？”我沉声问道。
高艺娜止住哭，抹了一下眼泪说道：“后来我才知道，你那会儿得罪过一位校领导，我爸妈拿着那本所谓的黄色画册第一次到学校告状时，就是那个人接待的他们。是那个人唆使我爸妈这样做的，还向他们许诺了好处。”
她说着又哭了起来，哭了一会儿继续说道：“直到你离开学校、离开家乡，直到你父亲病逝，我才意识到自己犯了个多么严重的错误。那时我后悔极了，经常一个人躲着哭，我恨死自己了。”
“我鼓足勇气找到校长说明了真相，可校长却说，事情已经这样无法挽回了，还叫我别对任何人声张。”
“后来我听人说你去了深圳，所以我高职一毕业就来到了深圳，还把名字改成了高艺娜，因为我憎恨高小梅这三个字。”
“我希望能在这座城市中遇到你，尽管这种希望很渺茫，但我还是祈求老天帮我实现愿望。不为别的，也不为请求你的原谅，只为当面对你说一声，对不起……”
她说到这里，不禁埋头俯身，哭着对我说道：“陈老师，对不起、对不起……”
她哽咽难言，呜呜呜地哭起来。我知道，她为了说这句对不起，等了整整十三年。
看着她这个样子，我知道她是真的在忏悔。她的哀伤让我心软，甚至是心痛，我真想把她拥入怀中，擦拭她的眼泪，柔声对她说，“没事了，没事了，已经过去这么多年了……”
可我什么都没有做，只是默默地看着她。高艺娜再次止住哭声，擦了一下泪水，抽泣着说道：“我没有想到，老天居然让我和你在茫茫人海中重逢。那天你送人到饭店时，正好我也在那，我第一眼就认出了你，于是开车跟踪你。当时我好激动，索性追了你的尾。可我发现你已经认不出我了，我也不敢跟你相认，因为我没脸见你……”
“于是我决定以自己的方式跟你相处，即使你永远都认不出我，即使你已经彻底把我忘了，只要我能默默地呆在你的身边就好……”
高艺娜又擦了一下眼泪，扬起那张流满泪水的脸蛋看向别处，“那时他们不是说你想画我的裸体吗？好，我就让你画。他们不是说你想跟我上床吗？好，我就跟你上床。我要把他们当初污蔑你而你根本就没有做过的所有的事，全都做一遍……”
她扭头看向我，“陈老师，我不能让你白白地蒙受这种不白之冤。”
直到这时我才明白，为什么她对我这么主动、这么热情，几乎是上赶着接近我、跟我上床？
“也就是说，你之所以来找我、接近我，是为了把十三年前他们臆想中的、我从来就没有想过的那一炮，给我补上，是吗？”我抬手指着某个方向，情绪有些激动地说道。
她怔怔地看着我，泪眼婆娑。
“如果是这样的话，告诉你我不需要，因为你根本就补偿不了我失去的名誉和被毁掉的清白，你根本就挽回不了我父亲早逝的生命。”
我的眼泪涌上了眼眶，但我不想在她面前哭，使劲忍住泪说道：“从你和你的父母污蔑我的那一天起，有一个企图性侵未成年女学生的教师，就永远地留在了那个学校的历史中。而那个教师被人们戳着脊梁骨含恨死去的老父亲，永远都等不到他的儿子被证清白的那一天。”
我还是流下了眼泪，迅速擦掉看向别处，耳畔传来高艺娜的哭泣声，“对不起，对不起，真的对不起，一切都是我的错……”
她的头埋得很低，呜咽不止，哭得肩头都一耸一耸的。我冷冷地看了她一眼，起身套上内裤正待离开，却被她拽住了。
“有一点你错了……”她那婆娑的泪眼楚楚可怜地看着我，“我跟你上床，是因为我喜欢你，从我十四岁时就喜欢你了。”
我没有说话，也没有看她，甩开她的手出了卧室。
我刚穿好衣服，高艺娜一丝不挂地冲了出来，从后面抱住我，哭泣道：“浩言，你可以不原谅我，打我骂我都行，但我求求你，别不理我……”
那一刻，我真想转过身去把她抱到怀中。我掰开她的手，冷声说道：“高小梅，我们不要再见面了。”
说完走向房门，拉开门摔门而去。高艺娜一下跪坐在了地板上，痛哭不止。
走在大街上，我心潮澎湃，一切都像做梦一样。
Although I don't hate Gao Yina, I can't bring myself to stay with her as if nothing happened after I found out she was Gao Xiaomei.
My reputation and innocence were unjustly destroyed, the days I suffered from injustice, and my father's untimely death do not allow me to do this.
Let's end this! While it's just beginning. I took out my phone, ready to block Gao Yina on WeChat, when Zhao Bingjie called. I wondered, what does this little girl want so late?
"Uncle Chen, Mom is sick, very sick." Zhao Bingjie sounded very anxious on the phone, almost crying.
I said, "Bingjie, don't panic, what happened?"
Zhao Bingjie told me that after she and her two children returned home tonight, Cui Minting suddenly had a stomachache. The pain got worse and worse, and painkillers didn't help. Now she can't bear the pain anymore.
"Pack your mother's things now, I'll be right there to take her to the hospital," I said, then hung up and hailed a taxi.
When I arrived at Cui Minting's villa, Zhao Bingjie opened the door. I asked, "How is your mother now?"
"It's a little better than before, but it still hurts a lot," Zhao Bingjie said with tears in her eyes.
She led me into Cui Minting's bedroom, where I saw Cui Minting leaning against the headboard, supporting her stomach with her hand, her face pale.
When she saw me, she weakly called out, "Haoyan..."
I asked Zhao Bingjie, "Has Mom packed her things?"
"It's all packed up," Zhao Bingjie nodded and said.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took Cui Minting's hand in mine. "Does it hurt a lot?"
She looked at me and nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. I knew it wasn't from pain, but rather an outpouring of emotion upon seeing someone she could rely on.
This woman, who is usually strong, reserved, and even aloof, is now extremely vulnerable due to the torment of illness.
Zhao Bingjie handed me the bag containing Cui Minting's belongings. I took it, slung it over my shoulder, and held Cui Minting in my arms. I said to Zhao Bingjie, "Take good care of your younger brother. I'll take care of everything."
The little girl nodded and wiped away her tears. As we went downstairs, Cui Minting wrapped her arms around my neck, tears streaming down her face as she smiled and said, "Haoyan, thank you."
I laughed and said, "Don't cry now, I don't have hands to wipe your tears."
She gave a coquettish laugh and playfully tapped my shoulder.

(To be continued)

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