Mother's energy 1-8

I. My Father and Mother

My family is from S City in North China. My mother, Lin Jun (pseudonym), was the youngest daughter of a wealthy textile tycoon in Tianjin
. She graduated from the Architecture Department of Tianjin University in the 1960s and was the deputy chief engineer of a design institute and a member of the Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference. My father,
Yu Huazhen (pseudonym), was my mother's high school classmate and a chemistry teacher at a high school in S City.

From a young age, I felt my parents were mismatched. My mother was tall and beautiful, while my father was short and ordinary; my mother was lively and enthusiastic
, while my father was reserved and introverted; my mother was multi-talented, proficient in traditional Chinese painting and photography; my father cared about nothing except
chemical . I really don't know how my father managed to win my mother's heart. I also have
a younger sister, two years younger than me. She inherited all of my mother's good qualities and was recommended to work as a flight attendant for an airline.

To outsiders, my family seemed very happy, but I knew from a young age that my parents' relationship was strained and they often
argued. I never understood why they would argue over such trivial matters until
I learned the truth from my well-informed sister during my sophomore year summer vacation.

I had known for a long time that my father was frail and sickly, and that he had been taking Chinese medicine for many years. I later learned that it was to tonify his kidneys.
It turned out that during the Cultural Revolution, my father had been sent to the countryside to "learn from Dazhai." One spring, he was wading in the still very cold
river to repair water conservancy projects. My father, who already had severe kidney deficiency, fell ill. After recovering, he was no longer able to fulfill his
duties as a husband. Fortunately, my brother and I had already been born by then.

My younger sister, who had been traveling on international flights for over a year, had become quite avant-garde. She seemed to know everything and dared to say anything that would make anyone
blush . She mysteriously told me, "You can imagine that in terms of sex life,
Mom, a former school basketball player, was energetic and healthy. She might have been sexually frustrated to some extent. That's the root of
Mom and Dad's arguments. Marital discord is the easiest way for couples to have conflicts, but their generation was very conservative.
They wouldn't talk about those kinds of secrets openly. If they were unhappy, they'd find something else to argue about."

"Little girl, how can you say anything like that? Aren't you ashamed!"

my sister retorted. "They call it sex science abroad. You wasted your college education; you're so out of touch!"

Although I didn't say anything, I agreed with my sister's opinion. And indeed, it turned out as my sister said;
my mother later admitted it to me as well. My mother's idols during her student days were many Soviet male and female heroes. She tried hard to cultivate
herself to be as cheerful, strong, intelligent, and capable as Zoya the Partisan and Lyuba the Guardswoman. However
, her "Paul" was labeled a rightist, so she had no choice but to marry my father, who had been pursuing her relentlessly.

My mother was proud and ambitious, and she had high expectations of her husband, both psychologically and physically. Unfortunately, my father
was physically weak and lacked energy, and he also had some shortcomings in that area. My mother sometimes felt disappointed and was not entirely satisfied with
their married life, but in those days, one could not have such expectations; otherwise, it would be considered bourgeois corruption.

After my father fell ill from a cold, he was completely unable to be affectionate with my mother. When she couldn't sleep
without , she started taking his sleeping pills. Later, my mother devoted all her energy to studying her profession and raising
her children to suppress her physical pain. However, she couldn't show it in front of my father and had to try her best to comfort
him, for fear of burdening him.

II. My Mother's Romanticism

My mother later told me about her romantic affairs.

In 1975, Deng Xiaoping, presiding over the State Council's work, called for the resumption of production. My mother's work unit sent her to accompany
the Party Secretary of the Provincial Metallurgical Bureau to conduct feasibility studies for factory construction. They traveled to various places for nearly half a year. The Party Secretary, a demobilized soldier in his forties
, was decisive and efficient, possessing the demeanor of a general—exactly the type my mother admired.

The Party Secretary also greatly admired this young female technician in her thirties. The two cooperated well at work
and got along very well outside of work. The Party Secretary's wife was from the countryside, and the two had nothing in common. Naturally, the Party Secretary
was willing to approach my mother. The youthful vitality that a young woman cannot unleash made my mother forget her status. She was
captivated by the Party Secretary's military bearing and masculine charm, and within six months, she was emotionally won over by him.

After returning from out of town, the Party Secretary invited my mother to a rendezvous in the single dormitory assigned to him by the Metallurgical Bureau. My mother
lied to my father, saying she was going to a meeting, and dressed up to meet him. After exchanging pleasantries, the secretary, displaying his decisive and efficient style,
threw his mother onto the bed without a word, straddled her, and ripped
open her short-sleeved collared blouse with his large hands. All the buttons were ripped off, revealing her breasts. He became excited and forcefully squeezed her breasts.

His mother cried out in pain, but felt a sense of happiness: she hadn't even felt pain in years.

The secretary then frantically unbuckled his mother's belt, revealing her full female characteristics. He then launched his assault like attacking an enemy
position . His mother, like a young girl, submitted to his ministrations. His 180-pound weight made it difficult for her
to breathe, and his rough actions caused her discomfort and even pain, but she felt that he was, after all,
a good man .

My mother became the mistress of the First Secretary of the Metallurgical Bureau. They met secretly once or twice a month. This
intermittent relationship continued until 1982 when the Secretary was transferred to work in the central government. During this time, my mother was slapped by the Secretary's wife.
She initially felt guilty, but after seeing the Secretary's wife's vulgar and arrogant behavior, she felt there was no need to
sympathize with such a person. During this period, my mother unknowingly transitioned from youth to middle age.

III. My Mother's May-December Romance

In 1984, my mother, already past forty, was promoted to Deputy Chief Engineer. The company assigned a
26-year-old college graduate, Qin, who had recently started working, to assist her. He was a handsome, slender
young man . Qin greatly admired my mother and diligently assisted her,
greatly facilitating her busy work schedule.

At that time, ballroom dancing was popular in newly opened China. My mother had been a key figure in the arts in her youth and was an excellent waltzist
, but she hadn't danced for many years. On New Year's Day, the company gave out dance tickets. My mother took two tickets and wanted my father to go with her. My father, however, was completely
uncomprehending of women. He said he wouldn't go himself, and even mocked my mother for being "pretty in her old age." My mother was heartbroken. She decided to
give the tickets to Xiao Qin so he could bring a female companion.

But Xiao Qin said, "Where would I get a dance partner? Mr. Lin, could you be my dance partner temporarily?"

To spite her husband, my mother took Xiao Qin to the Cultural Palace. Xiao Qin was a skilled dancer in college
, and my mother and he danced together very well. They danced so enthusiastically that they forgot the time. My mother didn't get home until 1 a.m.
, and my father was still awake. He was furious about my mother's late return, and the couple had a big fight.

After the dance, Xiao Qin and my mother's relationship became closer. One day, Xiao Qin didn't come to work, and my mother
went to his dormitory after work. He was lying weakly in bed with a high fever. My mother took care of him like she would of me, getting
him medicine and bringing him food, not leaving until late at night. The next day, my mother visited him again and even made him a delicious bowl of noodles.

Xiao Qin was deeply moved. He had never had a mother since childhood and had never been in a relationship. No woman had ever taken such good care
of him. He shed tears, and my mother wiped them away with a towel. Once again, Xiao Qin felt the unusual breath and gentle movements of
a woman , just like he had felt at the dance.

He lost control and suddenly hugged my mother, pressing his warm lips to hers. My mother was too surprised
. At that moment, she didn't have any improper thoughts about Xiao Qin. Their age difference made it impossible for them to develop a romantic relationship.
She pulled away from Xiao Qin's arms, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly left.

My mother was even more afraid of the gossip at her workplace. This was the 1980s; extramarital affairs were a serious crime,
let alone between two generations. Xiao Qin had become obsessed; he developed strange feelings for his mother. His mother started avoiding him,
but how could she escape? Soon, the two went on a business trip to Hangzhou together. His mother didn't want to take him, but couldn't
find a suitable reason to refuse her assistant.

After exchanging photography tips at West Lake, they went to a seafood restaurant. Xiao Qin, being from Northeast China, could drink a lot, while his mother,
though not a heavy drinker, also drank quite a bit that day. Xiao Qin helped his unsteady mother back to her hotel room. Just as he was about
to leave , his mother vomited all over the floor. He quickly helped her to the bathroom to finish vomiting, then made her tea to sober her up. He then
wiped her face and feet as she lay on the bed. His mother fell into a deep sleep, and Xiao Qin stayed on the sofa, ready to take care of her at any time.

It was late at night, and the mother had fully sobered up. The floor lamp was dim, and she didn't see Xiao Qin
lying on the sofa, assuming he had gone to his room. So she took off her clothes. Xiao Qin, who had been dozing off while removing his bra, also woke up. He
asked, "Ms. Lin, are you alright?"

This startled the mother, causing her to drop her bra on the floor beside the bed. She instinctively reached down
to pick it up, and Xiao Qin came over to help. Their skin touched, and they both froze. The mother's bare
breasts were right in front of Xiao Qin, and he could no longer control himself. He grabbed her waist and kissed her
breasts passionately. Alcohol could indeed cloud one's judgment.

The mother felt unbearably hot and gave up resisting, lying back. Xiao Qin clumsily removed her white
panties, unsure what to do next. He had never been with a woman before and didn't dare to make any rash advances on his imposing female superior. The mother smiled
and decided to accept him.

She gestured for Xiao Qin to undress and lie down beside her, taking his hand and placing it on her breast. Xiao
Qin understood and gently massaged her breast. His mother then guided his hand from top to bottom, and when he reached her
genitals, his hand trembled, and his penis became erect.

His mother noticed and knew the time was right. She placed a pillow under his buttocks and then generously spread
her legs to receive him. Xiao Qin still didn't know what to do. His mother, disregarding feminine modesty, used her right hand to support
his penis and her left hand to open his vagina, uniting them. Then, his mother began to move his hips and waist
.

In his haste, Xiao Qin quickly ejaculated, and his mother gently scolded him.

Xiao Qin blushed.

After a while, his mother guided him again, and the two of them, like climbing a mountain together, finally reached
the summit . Both were sweating profusely. The mother gently pushed Xiao Qin off her, and Xiao Qin took a pillowcase to
wipe the sweat and body of the woman who had led him to this blissful state. He didn't want his own defilement to taint his goddess. The mother was deeply moved. Neither
her husband nor her lover, the secretary, had ever treated her like this. She was always the one serving the men, and they
only knew how to go to sleep afterward.

IV. The Father Left the Mother

The emotional bond between the two generations lasted for two years and four months. Although the mother was somewhat reluctant, her conscience
prevented her from hindering the young man's future, so she recommended Xiao Qin to go abroad.

The mother and Xiao Qin's extramarital affair had already caused some gossip. Some of her old colleagues began to look at
her with suspicion. Men and women who liked to pry into other people's privacy pointed fingers at General Manager Lin behind her back, secretly discussing
the middle-aged female leader's philandering.

"Have you heard? Director Lin slept with a deputy minister. That old man used to work in S City."

"At his age, still messing around? Sigh! I used to respect her a lot."

"Women with a bit of looks are never settled. She also had an improper relationship with Xiao Qin from our institute."

"How outrageous! Xiao Qin is still a young man, and she even seduces children?"

"Xiao Qin had no choice; she's the leader. If Xiao Qin didn't agree, she'd be punished."

My mother's career was thus affected. Several national architectural awards had made her an
ideal candidate for director, but the higher-level party committee didn't approve. She wasn't disappointed and continued her work; after all, she
was still a deputy chief engineer with deputy-department-level benefits.

1987 was a disastrous year for my mother; misfortunes came one after another.

Shortly after Xiao Qin left, my father filed for divorce, which was a huge blow to her.

My mother wasn't without feelings for my father. During the Cultural Revolution, she had been persecuted because of her family background, and my father protected and
comforted her every day; they could be considered a couple who had weathered hardships together. My father had suspected my mother's affair many years ago, but he
couldn't speak out . The root of the problem lay with him; he always loved my mother and us children,
so he chose silence, swallowing his anger and wearing the heavy green hat.

In the spring of 1987, after receiving a job offer from a private school in Shenzhen, he decided to divorce my mother. Her
pleas and cries were to no avail, and he didn't confront her, but silently and resolutely boarded a train south. At the time of
the divorce my father had just turned 47, and my mother was a 45-year-old middle-aged woman.

In the 1990s, my sister and I visited my father in Shenzhen. He was happy that we had grown up and still cared about my mother
, but he never returned to Shenzhen to visit.

In 1987, I was still studying in Beijing, and my sister was constantly traveling and rarely came home. After the divorce, my mother became even more
lonely. She no longer had anyone to argue with, and her neurasthenia worsened, often causing her to have sleepless nights
. When she couldn't sleep, she would get up and go to her studio to draw architectural sketches until dawn, or pick up "Dream of the Red Chamber" or "Anna
." Revisiting the love stories in "Karenina" helps fill the emotional void.

Xiao Qin wrote to his mother from the United States, still cherishing the romantic time he spent with her.
While resting at home, his mother often reminisced about their courtship.
Scenes appeared in her mind.

In July 1986, the two went to Beidaihe for a meeting. Afterwards, they went swimming at the beach. Afraid that their colleagues at the meeting would discover
their relationship, they set off at noon and walked a long way to a deserted beach. It was a no-swimming zone, and there were no
wooden huts for changing clothes, so they turned their backs to each other and changed into their swimsuits.

His mother, who had loved the sea and swimming since childhood but hadn't swum for many years, ran towards the water like a child
, shouting excitedly. Xiao Qin, infected by his mother's enthusiasm, also rushed into the waves. His mother was a much better swimmer than Xiao Qin; while Xiao Qin
and his fellow Northeasterners were good at ice skating, their swimming was mediocre.

The mother, abandoning her airs of elder and leader, completely changed her demeanor, indulging in
pranks . Using her skillful swimming technique, she teased Xiao Qin, sometimes diving under him and poking him before quickly disappearing,
other times surfacing unexpectedly to splash him with water, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

The joy in the water made them forget themselves, and Xiao Qin, abandoning his usual respect for his mother,
chased after her in the water, teasing her like a little girl. They became intimate in the water when suddenly someone passed by on
the shore , and the mother abruptly pushed Xiao Qin away. They went ashore and lay on the fine sand to sunbathe. Their swimsuits quickly
dried. Xiao Qin, having rested, sat up and looked at his mother lying on her back. Her blue swimsuit clung tightly to her full,
healthy body, fully displaying her feminine S-curve, from her prominent breasts to her flat stomach and the
slightly protruding vulva.

Xiao Qin stared intently, making my mother blush with embarrassment. She scolded, "What are you looking at? You lecherous bastard
!"

Xiao Qin flirted, "President Lin is so womanly! If I had been born 20 years earlier, you would have been mine."

My mother felt a tingling sensation in her heart at his words. Xiao Qin's interest was piqued again. He placed his hand on my mother's lower abdomen and
gently slid it down to her thighs, repeatedly kneading the mound that held the secrets of reproduction
. My mother indulged his audacity, enjoying the tingling, electric sensation beneath her.

Soon, both of them became excited. Xiao Qin took off my mother's swimsuit, instantly revealing her
sexy body. Xiao Qin was no longer the naive boy who had never seen a woman before. He pulled my mother
onto their clothes and knelt down to kiss her cheeks. His strong male pectoral muscles pressed against my mother's breasts
, and she felt the stimulation of his strength amidst the pain.

A foreign object was suddenly thrust into her lower body, and my mother cried out, "Ahhh!" Then she felt the object
thrashing wildly inside her like a trapped beast. With each impact, her whole body trembled. The frequency of the impacts increased,
and she felt as if her soul was about to leave her body, as if she were floating on clouds. Then, as the floodgates opened, she reached the peak of pleasure
, and then slowly fell to the ground…

Back at work, my mother resumed her haughty leadership demeanor. Xiao Qin, as the chief engineer's secretary,
followed , ready to obey orders and busy attending to my mother's work and life.
Rumors of an ambiguous relationship between Xiao Qin and my mother spread like wildfire. After Xiao Qin left, people also spread rumors that my mother had an inappropriate relationship with the chauffeur,
which was pure nonsense. To avoid suspicion, my mother gave up her chauffeur service and took the bus to work every day.

V. My Mother and Zhu Helai

After the divorce, many people tried to introduce my mother to new partners. My mother's age was the most awkward;
single men her age were highly sought after, targeting single women in their thirties, some even unmarried
. A middle-aged woman like my mother, around 45, could only look for men over fifty.

But my mother couldn't possibly be interested in such old men. Some middle-aged men, due to marital discord or their wives'
frigidity , took a liking to my mother. Although no longer young, she possessed a strong aristocratic air,
the refined manners characteristic of an educated woman, and her figure and health remained as good as ever.

A government official flirted with her, but she didn't want to be a third party, much less be used as
a tool for sexual gratification; she sensed that this was exactly what he was thinking. She wanted to find a home, but unfortunately, she couldn't find one anywhere.

In 1987, during the National Day holiday, my mother met a military commander at the CPPCC meeting. He was the commander of an
armored . Widowed for many years, 49 years old, 1.87 meters tall, broad-shouldered and imposing. His
thick eyebrows and bushy beard were remarkably similar to Zhu Helai, the old sailor from the novel *How the Steel Was Tempered*, Paul's
revolutionary mentor, leaving a deep impression on my mother.

Zhu Helai had studied at a higher military academy and possessed not only the rugged courage of a man but also
the broad knowledge of a scholar. He immediately captivated my mother. However,
what he was very good to women; she had heard that he had stayed by his wife's bedside for a whole year after she was diagnosed with cancer.

Zhu Helai began pursuing my mother. He knew how to please women. Although my mother was very shrewd, a woman in
love often loses her composure. She quickly became acquainted with him and was already mentally
preparing to marry Zhu Helai.

Christmas 1987 arrived, and Zhu Helai invited my mother to his home. She dressed up carefully,
wearing slim-fitting navy blue jeans favored by young people, paired with high-waisted women's boots.

Zhu Helai's home was a two-story detached house in a military compound.
My mother arrived in the afternoon, and Zhu Helai warmly welcomed her. The two chatted amiably, and before they knew it, it was ten o'clock at night. My mother wanted to leave, but
Zhu Helai hurriedly stopped her, saying, "The children have gone to Beijing for a visit. It's just the two
of us here. It's so late, and it's snowing. Don't go back. Anyway, our relationship is settled."

My mother understood Zhu Helai's meaning. She explained, "I don't want to do anything casually. You want a proper marriage."

Zhu Helai immediately replied, "Okay! Okay! We're not young anymore, and I want to develop our relationship quickly. You stay
, and we can talk all night, how about it?"

My mother smiled and shook her head, then got up to grab her coat and leave.

Zhu Helai grabbed his mother, pleading, "Lin Jun, please give me face and stay!"

His mother hesitated, torn between the two. Seeing her wavering, Zhu Helai launched his attack. He suddenly slung his
mother under his arm and strode upstairs. My mother, at 172 centimeters tall, had the physique of an athlete, much taller and larger than the average
woman . Most men would feel awe at her appearance, let alone be able to lift her.
My mother was like a fawn hunted by an African lion, unable to move under Zhu Helai's arm. She cried out repeatedly, "Put
me down! I'll stay! I'll stay!"

Zhu Helai put her down, and my mother straightened her clothes and went upstairs by herself. Zhu Helai followed behind, and seeing her round buttocks taut in
her jeans , he couldn't resist giving her a quick pinch. My mother was a little displeased by his frivolity
, but she quickly forgot about it.

My mother knew why Zhu Helai had asked her to stay, but she had drunk too much beer, and she was afraid
it would be too embarrassing to need to use the restroom later when they were intimate, so she went to the bathroom beforehand. She removed her makeup first, and while relieving herself, she suddenly realized that she hadn't showered for two days
. After all, it was their first time being intimate, and she wondered if there would be any lingering urine smell. She didn't want him to look down on her.

Zhu Helai, impatient, burst in and asked, "Hey Lin Jun, what are you dawdling for?"

His mother suggested taking a shower first, but Zhu Helai said, "What's wrong with a little sweat? I like your sweat.
I think women's perfume is suffocating."

Zhu Helai made the bed and suggested they both undress. His mother hesitated as she undressed, but Zhu Helai, seeing
her still dawdling, quickly helped her remove all her clothes without a word. The room was cold in winter, and his mother and
Zhu Helai shivered as they got into the large double down comforter. His mother's heart was pounding, like a girl about to lose her virginity
.

Zhu Helai leaned closer, pressing his hairy chest against his mother's. He was very experienced with women, wrapping his large hand
around her waist and hips, and began to kiss her passionately, gradually increasing the intensity. His mother was captivated by his kisses; he
seemed even more experienced than the French when it came to kissing women. Next, Zhu Helai used his mouth to suckle his mother's nipple while his large hand
rubbed her panties, attempting to arouse her desire.

His mother then realized that she didn't truly understand Zhu Helai. He wasn't as steady
and reliable ; he was practically a seasoned womanizer. His mother felt some anxiety about the future, but at that moment, she was powerless to resist.

Zhu Helai felt that his mother's panties were slightly damp, so he pulled them down and
straddled them with his thick right thigh, quickly and skillfully taking over her private parts. Zhu Helai could accurately
judge his mother's feelings and adjust the intensity and duration of their lovemaking accordingly. Their rhythms were almost synchronized, and his mother
felt an unprecedented pleasure.

They only made love once that night, but it was the longest and most effective time my mother had ever experienced; both of them
were thoroughly satisfied. Being middle-aged, their stamina wasn't what it used to be, and they were both very tired, quickly falling asleep
. It was the first time in months that my mother had slept so soundly.

VI. My Mother's Nightmare of Hell

After Christmas, New Year's Day 1988 arrived. On New Year's Day, my mother took a car to Zhu Helai's house again. They
had agreed to meet at 4 pm that day to discuss marriage. However, when she arrived at his house at 4 pm, Zhu Helai wasn't there
; only three boys were home. The three boys ushered my mother into the living room, introducing themselves as Zhu Helai's children.

Zhu Helai had two biological sons. The eldest son, nicknamed Da Wa, was in his early twenties and a demobilized
soldier from the naval submarine force, currently waiting for local job assignments. Zhu Helai had told him he wanted to get his son a job at the Bank of China. The younger
son, nicknamed Xiao Wa, was 16 years old, didn't want to study, and was preparing to participate in the military's internal recruitment. The other boy, Dongdong, was 17
years old and Zhu Helai's adopted son. He had grown up without a mother. His biological father was one of Zhu Helai's old subordinates, who died in
battle , after which Zhu Helai adopted him.

Like his father, Dawa was handsome with big eyes and a high nose, but his mother noticed
a hint of cunning in his eyes. Xiaowa and Dongdong, on the other hand, hadn't even started growing beards yet, still looking like two immature children.

Dawa said, "Auntie, my dad has to go out for a bit, please wait a while," and then went upstairs with the other
two .

His mother waited for over two hours without seeing Zhu Helai. It was already dinnertime, and she
was getting anxious, deciding to go home.

The three men came downstairs. The eldest son said, "Auntie, you've come all this way, don't rush off. Dad will
be back soon. I have a newly arrived Hong Kong romance videotape here, it's an insider film, you can't see it outside
. Why don't you sit down and watch it with us while you wait?"

My mother planned to wait another half hour. The eldest son put the tape in a very fashionable Toshiba VCR at the time.
It wasn't a romance film at all, it was full of extremely disgusting scenes of male and female carnal sex. It turned out to be a pornographic film.

My mother felt very uncomfortable. She stood up and said, "I'm not waiting anymore. I advise you not to watch this kind of thing either."

My mother started to leave, but the eldest son hurriedly stopped her, "Auntie, don't go! It's such a great film, don't you like it
? This is specially for you to watch. We brothers are already tired of watching it."

My mother sensed something was wrong, pushed him away, and tried to leave quickly.

The eldest son gave a wink, and the three of them surrounded their mother. The eldest son, with a lecherous look in his eyes, said, "
Auntie , to be honest, Grandpa isn't coming back. He suddenly received orders from Beijing and flew there
. He didn't have time to tell you, so he left you a note. We three brothers were too lonely during the holidays and wanted you to keep us company
, so we lied to you."

The mother said, "You guys keep playing. I don't drink, and I don't play mahjong. How can I
play with you? I have to go now."

The eldest son persisted, "You spent Christmas with Grandpa all night, do you think I didn't know? We
were secretly watching him from under the chandelier by his bedside... " "We installed surveillance cameras. The recording activates whenever there's any movement in the room. We
watched it all when we got back. We never expected you to be so good in bed at your age, Auntie! Grandpa was thrilled! Why don't you join
us three brothers for a bit? We've never been with a woman before."

The mother was deeply shocked by the depravity of the high-ranking official's son. She cursed, "So shameless and vulgar at such a young age!"

The eldest son shouted, "Those who want to play with sluts, hurry up and get started!" He then pounced on her.

The mother was furious. She slapped the eldest son hard across the face. The mother, who loved sports and was tall and strong,
could handle one thug without much problem, but she was no match for the attack of three young bullies.

They forced my mother onto the sofa. Realizing the situation was turning against her, she yelled, "Let me go right now! I
'm going to be your stepmother! Just wait and see how your father deals with you when he gets back!"

The eldest son laughed loudly, "Stepmother? We have plenty of stepmothers! There's a female company commander in the communications unit of the Beijing Military Region who
's practically our stepmother. She's been with the old man for two years, and she's only in her early thirties. You can't compare!
There are several in S City alone!"

The mother was shocked: "You're talking nonsense!"

The eldest son leered: "The competition to become my stepmother is fierce! Auntie, if you let me have my way, I'll definitely recommend you to
the old man to be my stepmother."

The mother was furious: "Pah! You beast! Let me go!"

The eldest son screamed: "What are you waiting for? You've come to us for a treat! Let's see what a woman looks like first."

The three thugs eagerly reached into my mother's waistband and began to touch her curiously. My mother struggled fiercely,
and the youngest son exclaimed: "Brother, this auntie is just like in the movies, her crotch is full of hair!"

"Nonsense! After you've had your fill, take her upstairs to play, it's inconvenient here."

My mother was kidnapped by the thugs and taken to the bedroom upstairs.

The three thugs quickly stripped my mother of all her clothes, pressed her naked onto the bed, and my mother
screamed in despair, struggling desperately, her arms were bruised, and she tightly covered her genitals with her hands. One boy held down my mother's
upper body and arms, while another forcefully pulled one of her legs apart. My mother could no longer defend herself;
her genitals were exposed to the eldest boy.

The eldest boy was the first to thrust in, wantonly ravaging my mother. He closed his eyes, his body convulsing like someone suffering from malaria
, finally releasing his pent-up desire with a furrowed brow as if defecating. Then, one after another,
two underage boys imitated their older brother's actions, straddling my mother.

My mother was thus repeatedly raped by these thugs. The brutal gang rape continued until late at night. My mother's voice became hoarse from screaming
, her tears dried up, and her lower body gradually lost sensation, her body filled with filthy male fluid. The three thugs had had their fill
and were no longer able to continue their vile acts.

Da Hu said lewdly, "So comfortable! I thought only young girls were fun, but I didn't expect playing with an old woman to
be so enjoyable. No wonder the old man is so obsessed." He then said to my mother, "Auntie, you can go now. We had
a very comfortable time crawling through the hole. Play with us again sometime when you have time. But listen carefully, if you dare to report this to the police, I will
make copies of the videotape of your naked buttocks and distribute them everywhere, making you ashamed to face anyone. Don't cry, it's not a big deal
. You're not a virgin, it doesn't matter who penetrates you."

My mother, disheveled and stumbling, returned home. She went straight to the bathroom and turned on the tap, desperately washing away
the traces of sin, over and over again. She had experienced many unpleasant things in her life, but she had never been
so humiliated. She even had suicidal thoughts.

Dawn broke, and her vulva was still burning with pain. She took a painkiller and sat motionless on the bed.

The next day, my sister came home stunned. Our mother, who was never sick, was now seriously ill. My sister immediately started arranging
for doctors and medicine , taking meticulous care of her, and even got her a long leave of absence from the design institute.

Soon after, I returned home for winter vacation and learned that our mother was still ill.

I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer.

My sister quietly pulled me into another room and, with a sob in her voice, told me, "Mom was gang-
raped by some thugs."

I couldn't believe my ears. My sister told me about our mother's ordeal and mentioned that
Zhu He had come by a couple of days earlier. He apologized to our mother, destroyed the videotape in front of her, and spent a long time trying to
reason with her, but our mother only said one word: "Get out."

I was furious when I heard this. I said to my sister, "Why don't you sue them?"

My sister said, "Do you need to tell me? If I wanted to sue, I would have done it already. Why wait for you to come back? Videotapes can be copied
. Who knows if those bastards will do that?"

I said, "I can't let them get away with this. I'll kill them. These high-ranking officials' children dare to do
anything . I absolutely can't swallow this."

My sister hurriedly said, "Mom was afraid you'd get so angry that you'd kill someone, so she didn't dare tell you. Let's think of
another way."

I thought of the underworld. I could use money to hire thugs to take revenge. Without discussing it with my sister, I went to Zhu Helai's
house to scout out some information beforehand. Then I secretly went to Tianjin with 100,000 yuan. One of my elementary school classmates ran a nightclub there.
I had done him a favor before, and he agreed to help me find someone. I paid a deposit and left my address, with the condition that no one would die
and that it be done before the Lantern Festival.

During the Spring Festival, my mother's health hadn't recovered, and her mental state wasn't good either. There was no festive atmosphere in my house. To
reassure them, I inadvertently mentioned hiring thugs. My mother panicked and ordered me to cancel the illicit deal, but I
lied and said it was impossible.

Two days later, after much thought, my mother took out the underwear she wore on the day of the incident. It had the thugs' semen stains on it. She
went to the police station to report the crime, only to find that the thugs had already been arrested. It turned out that
after Da Hu and his gang assaulted my mother, they became even bolder and gang-raped the neighbor's girl. I hurriedly called my classmate
to cancel ! But the 20,000 yuan in cash was gone. My mother stayed home for three months, fully recovering both mentally and physically.

VII. Lawrence's Love

That year, I finally graduated and returned to my mother's side, working as a lawyer in S City.

My mother had been working for half a year, trying to forget her pain and throwing herself into her work. She also completed the design work for the S City
International Hotel.

My mother came from a well-to-do family. As a child, she was an ugly duckling, but she grew increasingly beautiful as an adult,
tall and strong, with beautiful black hair, clear and bright eyes, and full, tightly pressed lips
. Men of all ages were drawn to her.

In September 1988, my mother celebrated her 46th birthday.

After breaking up with Zhu Helai, she didn't plan to find another partner. Frankly, there weren't any middle-aged single men who were a perfect match for her
. The famous foreign author D.H. Lawrence wrote a series of romance novels,
two depict the lives and thoughts of young men with Oedipus complexes. These are said to be autobiographical novels; he himself
struggled with this for many years. His novels were once banned but have since been unbanned and become world classics. I've read
his works and felt that his psychological state resonated with mine.

In other words, I also have a deep Oedipus complex. My mother's extramarital affair didn't damage her image in my eyes
; on the contrary, I felt she was as noble and sensual as a goddess from Greek mythology. I
started having strange feelings for my
mother when I was in high school. At that time, the pressure of taking the college entrance exam was immense, and I was on the verge of collapse. My mother forced me to run every morning, two kilometers every day. I was exhausted. My mother, who had a good foundation in sports,
was very dissatisfied with my performance and wanted me to run with her.

My mother ran briskly, her ample breasts bouncing with each step, like two little deer cradled
in her arms . I suddenly realized she wasn't just my mother, but also a woman different from me, and
my heart raced whenever I thought of her chest. It wasn't until I read Freud and Lawrence in college that I learned
this was a form of Oedipus complex.

On National Day in 1988, my mother prepared a delicious meal, and I brought home a bottle of Wuliangye liquor. We celebrated
the holiday . My mother thought of my father in Shenzhen, and of meeting Zhu Helai on this same day the previous year. Her mind
was in turmoil, and she drank heavily to drown her sorrows. She was drunk after just half a bottle.

I quickly helped her to bed. Her low-cut blouse revealed her smooth neck and half-full breasts. I
felt as if I were seeing the Greek goddess Venus. Unable to control myself, I gently unbuttoned the last two buttons of her blouse
and then pulled at the straps of her black bra, inadvertently startling her. She woke up and immediately guessed my motive. She glared
at me angrily, hit me a few times, and chased me out of the room.

Back in my room, I couldn't forget what I'd just seen. Unable to resist, I
took , inhaled the faint yellow stains, and then used it to
masturbate.

My mother soon discovered my masturbation. She understood the desires of a young man and didn't scold me,
but simply planned to find me a partner quickly. But wasn't my mother also feeling distressed? Her menopausal symptoms
were acting up; she was irritable and often yelled at me over trivial matters. The doctor had prescribed estrogen medication
, but this only exacerbated her sexual desires. She tossed and turned in bed every night.

Christmas Eve arrived quickly. It was past midnight, and my mother still couldn't sleep, her mind racing. She remembered
the wonderful feeling Zhu Helai had given her last Christmas, but she quickly began to blame herself for being too careless. If
she had been more self-disciplined and hadn't stayed the night with Zhu Helai, perhaps she wouldn't have suffered that hellish torment.

She became annoyed and went to the living room to watch TV in just her velvet pajamas to distract herself. She objected to my smoking,
but then lit a high-end menthol cigarette a friend from Hong Kong had given her.

Seeing the living room light on, I got up and went to check on her. I knew why she was upset, so I
sat beside her, wanting to keep her company and cheer her up. She leaned on my shoulder, her mature maternal
presence permeating my senses. I felt an indescribable restlessness within me again. I tried to hug her waist, but she
sensitively pulled away. She didn't hit me, but said softly but sternly, "Child, your thoughts are too dangerous. They
will affect your future. Don't have bad thoughts about your mother; that's a crime."

I had never dared to contradict my mother before, but now I boldly retorted, "Lawrence said that a mother is
the best teacher for a boy in matters of love and sex. I can't forget my mother, and besides, you need a man's comfort."

"Disrespectful!" My mother's expression darkened again, and she stood up and went back to her room.

The next day, I suddenly fell ill with a persistent high fever, perhaps because I had
caught a chill from sitting in the living room for half an hour wearing only shorts the night before. My mother was very worried and took care of me constantly. That night, I still had a headache and couldn't get out of bed.
Fearing that my cold would turn into pneumonia, my mother lay down beside me to watch over me during the night.

In my hazy state, I felt my mother's warm body beside me and immediately became a little more awake. My mother
was dozing off wearily. I untied the belt of her nightgown and buried my head deeply between her breasts. My mother woke up.
Perhaps didn't scold me and indulged my rudeness. I rubbed my face against my mother's breasts and then, taking advantage of the situation
, reached my hand down.

My mother was startled and stopped me.

My hand persisted, and my mother said, "Not now, you're still sick, don't be silly!"

I obediently withdrew my hand and happily fell asleep.

On the evening of December 31, 1988, my sister was in America, and my mother and I were at home preparing to welcome
the New Year's bells.

My mother and I danced a waltz to the tune of "The Blue Danube" at the New Year's concert.

The wine made my mother's face flushed, as she joyfully followed my steps. Suddenly, I
noticed her large breasts heaving violently with my movements, and my heart surged again. I deliberately
moved closer to her, my chest rubbing against her breasts with each turn.

My mother, unaware of my intentions, ignored me. I moved my right hand down from her waist,
lightly caressing her ample buttocks. This time, she realized my ulterior motive; she stopped and glared at me. I
held her tightly with both arms, kissing her neck.

She shouted, "How dare you bully your mother?"

I said, "You promised me the day I was sick."

"I didn't say that."

Ignoring her explanation, I reached my hand under her suit skirt from behind and grabbed the thick skin on her buttocks. I
was unusually strong that day, and her face turned even redder, but she couldn't break free. She seemed to agree,

"Okay! Okay! Let's go to the bedroom. I'll reward you this time because you were so sick.
Don't do it again ."

She was embarrassed to let me help her and insisted on taking off her clothes herself. She slowly took off her dress, and I watched from the side.
My mother was a 46-year-old woman, still with delicate skin, but by no means weak. She had a
tall and fit figure, which was considered quite tall for a woman. Her arms were round and strong, and she had a pair of thick, sturdy calves with wide feet,
a result of her love for playing ball and swimming when she was young.

Her buttocks, clad in pink panties, were plump and round, the panties often stretched taut,
making one secretly worry that they might suddenly tear; her breasts, still firm from breastfeeding two children, were high and
elastic.

My mother got into bed, and I stripped naked, pulled back the covers, and slipped inside. I had never had
sex with a woman, nor had I ever seen a real woman naked. But I was a law student; when I studied "Marriage Law," I
had diligently researched human sexual behavior. The knowledge in formal books was limited, so I borrowed illicit
publications from classmates and carefully read them, seriously considering the sexual psychology and physiological characteristics of women. So, although it was my first time with a woman
, I was confident.

I lay face down, leaning in to kiss my mother. She turned her face away in embarrassment; perhaps she still had some
mental and enveloped her mouth in my lips.
Hot lips, a passionate kiss. I knew that women's sexual response was slower than men's, especially for a middle-aged woman like my mother
. I had to prepare her properly, otherwise, if she wasn't satisfied, there wouldn't be a next chance.

I slipped my hand inside her panties, and my mother, once again, felt as shy and embarrassed as a virgin. I knew
she wouldn't have looked so embarrassed when she made love with Xiao Qin; it was because she
couldn't let go of .

Zhu Helai had also touched her private parts before, which was what she had been looking forward to, but at this moment,
she couldn't tolerate her son's hand freely exploring her own mother's genitals. Her upbringing and her beliefs made
it unbearable for her. Without hesitation, she pulled my hand out and squeezed her legs together: "Don't touch there, it makes me feel disgusted
."

At this point, I wouldn't listen. I firmly used my legs to spread my mother's legs apart and once again slipped my hand
into that pubic area, wandering over the uneven mons pubis and strolling along the long groove. My mother struggled slightly
for a few moments and then let me do as I pleased. As I scratched her, my mother's breasts became even more erect, her cheeks flushed crimson—
was it from shame? Excitement? Or the lingering effects of the alcohol?

My hand, which had slipped inside her panties, felt damp, like a meadow after rain.
Instinctively pulled my hand out and smelled it; it was
the sour, fishy smell of a mixture of vaginal discharge and secretions from a woman in arousal. Already aroused, I impatiently sat up, pulled down my mother's
panties , spread her thighs as wide as possible, and knelt between them, carefully examining and manipulating her
genitals.

Although my mother still couldn't accept the reality of her son raping her, she kept her eyes closed and head turned to the side, appearing reserved
and unwilling to cooperate, but she no longer resisted my actions. It seemed her rational defenses had been broken down. After caressing my mother's thick, fertile sanctuary to my heart's content, I
parted the dense thicket of black hairs, chose the right angle, and thrust my manhood
into the hidden valley. I immediately felt the warm, humid environment inside her, like a tropical rainforest,
like a giant hand wearing a small cotton glove—it both accommodated my fingers and restricted their entry.

My manhood, pampered in my pants for so long, was far more delicate than my fingers, extremely sensitive to restraint. I
felt a pleasure that masturbation could never replicate. I thrust violently back and forth inside my mother, once, twice, dozens
of times, until I couldn't control myself and ejaculated like a burst dam.

"No wonder they say even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman! It's true, Mom, I've finally tasted
what it's like to be a woman with you!"—I savored the pleasure.

"I gave birth to you and raised you, just so you could taste what it's like to be me! What did you just say, calling me a beauty
? That's outrageous! What kind of son teases his mother like that?"—My mother was displeased.

My mother was unhappy, partly because I had conquered her in bed, causing her to lose her
natural dignity as a mother in front of her son. On the other hand, she was disappointed because she hadn't been satisfied; after all, it was my first time, and I couldn't control
the rhythm. You know, engaging with a middle-aged woman isn't easy. To please her, I diligently wiped away the white stains I left on her genitals with
toilet paper .

A week later, in January 1989

, I used my shameless methods to get my mother into bed again, but it still wasn't very successful.

After I finished on her, I rolled off in frustration. It seems that sex isn't just about theory;
you also need experience. However, this was better than the day before; my mother was able to break free from the heavy burden of morality. She
could face my conquest with composure, no longer with that condescending reserve. After a while, I
wasn't satisfied and wanted to climb on top of her again, but she stopped me; she wanted to try it herself.

My mother and I lay face to face, I rubbed her nipples, and
stroked . She was already aroused; she was panting, beads of sweat on her nose. But unfortunately, I
hadn't finished for long, and the distinctive scent of male mating hadn't dissipated. My penis,
like a boy who had done something wrong, shyly and limply hid between my legs, refusing to grow erect.

My mother took over the reins, just like when she bathed me as a child, using her soft hands to grasp my
penis and knead it like dough. After a while, it became somewhat hard. She raised her left thigh, hovering it
above my abdomen, signaling for me to enter. This action looked somewhat sinister. My mother's movements and yearning eyes were nothing
like the usually learned and serious Mr. Lin; she was more like a seductive mistress. It seemed she had
forgotten I was her son.

Having no experience with female anatomy, I couldn't find the right position lying like this. My mother
simply took over. She straddled me, guided my penis inside her with her hand, and then twisted
her hips up and down and side to side. My penis throbbed with pleasure, sending waves of electric-like sensations through me. My mother controlled the pace and rhythm according to her own
needs , sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes paused. She fully enjoyed
the stimulation my body gave her, occasionally letting out soft moans.

Normally, when I was on top, I felt guilty whenever I thought about my own mother being played with beneath me, but at this moment, I felt like I was being raped and played with by
my mother . That was fine too; it evened things out
, and I no longer felt guilty. Our secret relationship between mother and son developed in this way, and we would spend two or three
nights making love.

In 1993, my mother was 51 years old.

One day, I came home from work, and my mother was tidying up the room, looking sullen. I tried to cheer her up, but she ignored me
. Had I done something to offend my mother? I asked her after dinner.

"It's none of your business. I'm just unhappy," my mother replied.

"Why?" I pressed

. "I'm not a woman anymore," my mother said sadly.

"What? Are you kidding me? You can't possibly become a man!" I asked, puzzled

. "It's true, I've completely gone through menopause," she explained.

"Oh! Is that so? Isn't that better? That's been tormenting you for decades, it's time to let it go," I said .

"You're not a woman, you won't understand. Only childbirth is the fundamental mark of a woman." She still insisted.

"Then let's prove to God tonight whether you're still a woman," I said.

That night, to comfort my mother, I planned to sleep with her. After dinner, I poured my mother a large glass of red wine.
I wanted to use alcohol to improve her blood circulation and stimulate her nerves, making things easier for her that night. My mother
was a little excited after drinking, so I pulled her into my bedroom. I undressed her piece by piece; she was no longer as
shy as she was in 1988, letting me strip her completely naked.

My mother asked, "I need to relieve myself first. I'm getting old, and things get busy."

I said with concern, "It's cold. Don't go to the bathroom naked; you'll catch a cold!"

I took out the small basin I used to take on cases from under the bed. My mother squatted down and urinated.
As soon as she finished, I struggled to lift her onto my bed. She was so heavy; my mother had gained weight. I sat cross-legged
on the bed, holding my mother in my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulder. I wanted to gently caress her, because she
was now a woman over fifty, approaching old age, and her reactions were slower than a few years ago.

I observed my mother; there was no trace of her youth left on her. A few more wrinkles had appeared on her forehead
, her waist was much thicker than before, her breasts were larger, but heavy, squeezing her bra out of shape
. Her hips and thighs were also fuller, and her lower abdomen was protruding, with folds of fat around her waist. It seems the saying that people who
exercised tend to gain weight as they age is true.

In my opinion, a slender figure is beautiful when clothed, but when undressed, a fuller, more robust
figure is more sexy. My mother's current plump appearance was more likely to arouse my desire. This year, my mother no longer resembled Venus
, but rather somewhat like the Mary holding the Christ Child in a Western painting. My mother nestled obediently
in my arms like a large white cat, and I teased her with words and actions, trying to excite her as much as possible.

We had developed a tacit understanding when we were intimate; no longer bound by the restrictions of age or hierarchy, I could
tease . I pinched her breasts and belly, teasing her, "Mom, you look like a big fat cat now
. I enjoy playing with you more than I did a few years ago."

My mother knew it was flirting and wasn't angry. I continued to tease her, pinching her plump buttocks and
stroking her thighs. After several minutes, her eyes shone, and her slightly sagging breasts
perked up again. I put her down and began kissing her entire body, from her neck, chest, abdomen, to her thighs and
buttocks. Finally, I licked her genitals.

I knelt between her legs, my head pressed against hers, and I noticed that her body had darkened from white there. There
were even beads of her urine clinging to the dark pubic hair, glistening in the light. A pungent smell mixed with the sourness of a woman's genitals entered
my nostrils. I wasn't disgusted; in fact, I enjoyed the smell. It stimulated my nerve cells.

My tongue rubbed against her dark gray labia, which swelled with the friction. My mother's breathing became
rapid , and her clitoris reacted. I played around with it for over half an hour, and finally, I was about to enter. My penis
rolled around inside like Sun Wukong entering Princess Iron Fan's belly, kicking and punching against the cervix. My mother
knew her vagina wasn't as tight as a virgin's, so she squeezed her legs tighter to cooperate with me, gradually pushing me to
the peak of desire. My mother also moaned, savoring that blissful, ecstatic feeling.

"Big Cat, was it comfortable tonight?" I asked.

"Great!" my mother replied with satisfaction.

The next day, my sister came back.

Two years ago, I told her the secret between mother and son. She was incredulous: "Really? You two are so
bold ! And Mom, instead of finding a partner, she's having sex with her own son. You're wrong too, brother, instead of
chasing girls, you're releasing your desires on Mom."

I immediately retorted: "We just need each other, it's a mother-son relationship, not a husband-wife relationship, what's so
scary about that?"

My sister sighed: "Fine! Anyway, the deed is done. There's no point in saying anything. Even if you're providing sex services for
Mom , she does need it."

This time, my sister came back from the airport wanting to introduce me to someone.

"Sister Feng in our group is three years older than you, and she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Our jobs are unstable, it's hard to find a partner
. She met you last time and had a good impression of you."

"You don't need to introduce me to anyone. It's not that I can't find girls, it's just that if I leave, there will be no one to take care of Mom." "

That doesn't contradict taking care of Mom. You're a bit of a mother complex. Find someone older than you, someone who can take care of
you like Mom does for the rest of your life, wouldn't that be great?"

Soon I fell in love with Sister Feng and got married.

Sister Feng, like my sister, travels everywhere, spending half the year away from home.

When my wife wasn't home, I would cook for her at my mother's place and stay overnight to keep her company
, allowing her to still experience human pleasure. My affair with my mother lasted for ten years,
ending in 1999. That year, my mother was 56 years old.

During this time, I also had a child of my own. It was a boy, quite mischievous. After having a child, I
was especially considerate to my wife, Sister Feng. She called me a model husband, but actually, I learned from my mother's mistakes. If you
're not good to your wife, she'll either find a lover or have an improper relationship with her own son.

Although I had been playing with my mother for ten years, I didn't want my son to one day play with my
wife. In 1999, Sister Feng was transferred from the flight team to the Civil Aviation Hotel, and she no longer traveled far. She started disciplining me just like my
mother , keeping a close eye on me every day, even strictly controlling the time I came home from work. I
had no chance to stay out overnight, and of course, I had no chance to be intimate with my mother. For my happiness, my mother took the initiative to end
this abnormal relationship. However, the three of us would still visit her on weekends.

VIII. Epilogue

During the years I spent with my mother, I noticed that she was always in a bad mood on New Year's Eve and resolutely
refused to have sex on that day. She told me that the trauma of each New Year's Eve was very deep, and perhaps it would last her forever.

In 1994, I overheard at the law firm that Da Wa, the executioner who gang-raped my mother, had been released early after his father,
Zhu Helai connections to get multiple sentence reductions. Shortly after his release, he killed a 20-year-old
girl from Hunan, but because of a lack of evidence, he wasn't convicted. I volunteered to represent the girl's family for free. I traveled south four times, going to
great lengths to find evidence, and finally found strong physical and witness evidence. Da Wa was sentenced to death. The Hunan girl's
parents were extremely grateful to me; they had no idea of the deep-seated hatred between me and Da Wa.

Before Da Wa's execution, I went to the prison to see what kind of person he really was. When he saw me, he loudly...
嚷嚷：「我和你无怨无仇，你为什幺要置我于死地？！」

「我们两人之间的仇太深了，我就是你残害的那个林工程师的儿子。」

「原来如此。其实不能全怪我，谁叫她和我爹睡觉时那幺骚呢。哪个男人看
过后不动心？我有幸玩过这幺骚的老娘们，死也值了。」

我要揍他，被法警拦住了。

我把喜讯告诉了母亲，以减轻她的心中隐痛。

今年母亲就满６０岁了，她已经辞去了副总师的职务，但却仍然是政协委员
和省建设厅的技术顾问，所以她还是很忙。我和冯姐带孩子去看她的时候，发现
母亲的苍老又增多了，两鬓已平添许多白髮。我很担心她没人做伴该如何度过晚
年呢？

我前些时候的一天因为应酬回来很晚，冯姐交给我一封信，是父亲来信了，
他想念孙子，也很关心母亲的近况。我灵机一动，能否让他俩复婚呢？ Thinking about this
made me happy. Unable to sleep, I went to the balcony to ponder strategies for getting my parents to remarry. I planned to go to
Shenzhen .

I thought again about my mother's life path; it was like a romantic love poem, leaving me with endless aftertaste.

(The End)

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