Chronicles of Licheng 1-2

(I) Family Troubles

My family lives in Licheng
,

a place nestled among mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. Although located in the heart of the Central Plains and relatively underdeveloped economically compared to other southern regions, its unique natural landscape is breathtaking, like a paradise. Licheng is known for its beautiful women. Due to its location in a basin, the climate is warm and humid. The soil and water nurture people, and
the women who grow up here, regardless of their facial features, all have fair and delicate skin even without makeup. My mother is a good
example. In her early forties, her skin is still fair and soft. Although her youth has passed, her appearance remains unchanged, and she
still retains her charm.

I am a high school sophomore, attending a public high school in Licheng. My parents are both workers at the Licheng state-owned
food processing factory. The factory was already struggling, and now, with the once-in-a-century financial crisis, their
situation is even worse. The factory was forced to shut down, and both my parents were laid off and returned home. Their already meager income is no longer
secure .

Our family now relies solely on the minimum subsistence allowance provided by the government, a mere few hundred yuan.
In this world, it's a drop in the ocean!

My father isn't very capable, has a bad temper, and loves to drink. He was used to working for the state-owned enterprise,
earning a few hundred yuan a month, which he was content with, never considering doing anything else. Now that he's laid off, he
's at his wit's end, unable to think of any way to make money. He spends his days sighing
and drinking head bowed. He's only in his early forties, but with his stubble, he looks like he's over fifty.

My mother had long been accustomed to my father's weakness and incompetence, and couldn't be bothered with his idleness. After
more than twenty
years of marriage, they hadn't even bought their own house, still living in two dorm rooms at the food factory. Over two decades of marriage had wasted her youth, resulting in this stagnant situation. Although
my mother was strong-willed, how could a frail woman single-handedly support the family? Helpless, she had no choice but
to accept her fate, accepting her fate as a wife.

Although my mother was naturally beautiful, she wasn't like other women who wore heavy makeup and dressed extravagantly.

She had always been thrifty and simple in her clothing. But recently, I've strangely noticed that my mother
has started paying attention to her clothes. She's traded her short-heeled shoes for high heels, and her loose-fitting trousers for
tight jeans. She does look more energetic than before, but something feels off, though I can't quite
put my finger on why.

I'm still a student, and I'm utterly powerless to help my family with their financial crisis! Every time I see
my father yelling and screaming at my mother when he's drunk, and then looking miserable and sighing after he sobers up
, I get so angry and want to leave this family immediately and never come back. But when I think of
my mother 's hardships and see her pitiful expression, I have to immediately abandon that idea.

I'm the only son in the family; how can I irresponsibly leave? Besides, my mother has really
had a hard time these past years. She's stuck with a father who's a hopeless alcoholic, an incompetent man who can't earn money, and
she has to manage everything at home, including my schooling. My father has never bothered to ask about it.

Thinking about all this fills me with resentment and bitterness.

I really wanted to do something for my family to ease my mother's burden. After thinking about it for many days,
I finally made up my mind.

It was Friday, a little after nine in the morning, and all the teachers and students were still in class. But I was in the principal's
office, standing right in front of Principal Tan.

Principal Tan—a skinny little old man. He was staring at me in surprise:

"What did you say? How did you suddenly have such an idea? Are you really decided? What about your parents? Did you
ask for their opinions?"

"Yes...yes, Principal Tan, I've decided, I...I..." I stammered.

"So your parents agree? Hmm?" I sensed Principal Tan's doubt.

"Yes, Principal, they all agreed. I... I talked to them," I said softly.

"Dropping out of school is no small matter, especially for students like you who are in your second year of high school. It's very rare.

You've always had excellent grades and are a promising student. You had the potential to get into a good university, but you've
ruined your future. Don't you think it's a pity? Hmm?"

Through his gold-rimmed glasses, I saw the sternness in the old man's eyes.

"I understand what you're saying, but... but my... my family... please agree, Principal Tan,"

I said carefully, almost pleadingly.

"Without seeing your parents, without talking to them, I absolutely cannot agree to your request to drop out. This
is also for your future."

"Principal, please... I really have difficulties, Principal..." I stubbornly persisted.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for today. I've said everything I needed to say. I'll say it again: I
cannot , unless your parents come and talk to me about it in person. Go back to class now."

After saying that, the principal buried himself in his newspaper, not looking at me again. I left the principal's office dejectedly and
went straight to the classroom. The classroom door was wide open, and the history teacher on the podium was lecturing on modern Chinese
history . The students were all listening quietly and did not pay attention to my entry.

Back in my seat, I was absent-minded, lost in thought. The idea of dropping out to work seemed impossible.
My mother had high expectations for me; she scrimped and saved to support my education, all so I could get into a good school and have
a bright future. If she knew I'd gone to the principal to ask to drop out, she'd be heartbroken.

Sigh! Forget it, I'd better think of something else. At that moment, I couldn't help but think of my father again, his
swaying , his neglect of our family. I gritted my teeth,
filled with resentment.

Finally, noon arrived. Lost in thought, I was suddenly
interrupted by . A few close classmates invited me to go to the cafeteria with them (I'm a boarding student; except for Sundays when I go home, I live
and eat at school). I waved them off, quickly gathered
my books, went to the office to find my homeroom teacher, and asked for half a day off.

I'm feeling really bad today. I've been worrying about things at home these past few days, haven't been sleeping well at night, and
have no appetite during the day, so I don't plan to eat lunch at the school cafeteria. I really want to go home and see my mother. I wonder what she thinks...
What have you been doing these past few days? Have you been arguing with my drunken father? After being laid off, I noticed they were arguing even more
fiercely than before. I pondered this as I hurried out of the school gate.

(II) My Mother's Secret

The factory was located in the suburbs, far from the school, about ten miles away. To save a few dollars,
I usually took the bus, which was a bit slow, but only took about twenty minutes. To get home as soon as possible, I made an exception
and took a taxi today.

It was early summer, and the car wound its way through the wide streets of the city. Watching the patches of greenery
rushing , my mood improved considerably, and my worries seemed to vanish in an instant.

The car entered the most bustling downtown area of Licheng, slowing down, which gave me the opportunity to carefully appreciate
the graceful figures of the various beautiful and mature women on the street. I was surprised to find that the women of Licheng were becoming increasingly adept at dressing themselves
and increasingly sophisticated. The younger women dressed in sexy and avant-garde attire, all in t-shirts and shorts, their fair thighs bathed
in the warm early summer sun, appearing even more delicate and charming. The
older accentuated the curves of their breasts and hips, making them even more alluring. I've always believed that middle-aged women are the most attractive.
Whenever I see a sexy and fashionable middle-aged woman on the street, my heart races, followed by a
dry .

Being in my adolescence, I've never experienced love, and my understanding of sex is vague and limited, consisting only
of descriptions of sexual intercourse in erotic novels. However, my attraction to middle-aged women
seems innate. There are many beautiful girls in school, but none of them can attract my attention, and
I never feel that racing heartbeat when I'm with them.

On the contrary, several elegant female teachers in school become the objects of my gaze; their
voluptuous figures and sexy curves sometimes even arouse my physical desire. Many nights I spent
fantasizing about their bodies while intensely masturbating. This often made me feel guilty,
to the point that I always thought of myself as an oddball, or someone with a dark soul.

A few minutes later, the taxi gradually drove away from the city and into the suburbs, and my heart finally returned to the women.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the city, it was much quieter here. The car drove onto a flat road, with
lush green trees on both sides. In the distance, the wheat fields rippled like a green ocean. After passing several abandoned
factories, the car turned onto a small road, which led to my parents' workplace, which was also my home. After paying the fare, I
went straight into the factory area.

The factory had been shut down all year, so the area was unusually quiet, lacking the usual hustle and bustle
. Walking through a tree-lined path, I arrived at the dormitory area, which consisted of several rows of single-story houses with blue bricks and red tiles,
surrounded in a riot of colors, quite beautiful. My family lives in the second row. My mother loves morning glories and
plants them every year. So every summer, our window frames are covered with lush green morning glory vines, adorned with
trumpet-shaped purple flowers.

"I wonder if anyone's home?" I went to my window and peered inside, but the dense vines
blocked my view.

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