My Mother's Campus Romance (1-3)

Although it's already late August, the weather has been incredibly hot and humid these past few days. My mom accompanied me to the provincial key high

school, Zuo Yi High School, for registration as a freshman. Even though it's just across from our apartment building, we were both drenched in sweat, and

my mom's frantic fanning didn't help! Actually, to be precise, today we were attending the application interview for the experimental class.

Despite the heat, we had to keep going, because we heard that parents from other counties and cities had come specifically to send their children

here, and they had to travel much farther. We're so lucky to be so close! Entering the school was completely

different from outside. Why do I say that? Because outside the school, not many people paid attention to my mom, but once inside,

she became the focus of all the boys' attention. Sex psychologists say it's due to the surge of adolescent hormones that she couldn't

release .

Most adults outside are busy making a living; they don't have the spare energy to appreciate beautiful women. The boys'

friendly, admiring glances and exclamations pleased my mother, but some of their lewd gestures

inevitably aroused her disgust and even anger. Fortunately, we finally arrived at the registration point.

My mother pulled me to the sink, helped me wash my face, and then washed and touched up her own makeup

. Satisfied with her reflection, she went into the registration office.

After handing the registration form to an old man at the door, he told us to go inside and wait; two students

were being interviewed ahead of us.

The air conditioning inside was indeed very refreshing. My mother, very ladylike, sat on a chair not far from the door

and took out her phone.

I, on the other hand, curiously looked around. Wow, the mother and son being interviewed looked like reincarnations of Pigsy from Journey to the West! What

surprised me even more was the interviewer—he looked like the twin brother of the handsome Lee Min-ho, no, to be precise

, even more handsome than Lee Min-ho! Not only handsome, but his speech and gestures were incredibly elegant and refined.

The funniest part finally happened. The interviewer asked the chubby boy, "What extracurricular

books do you usually read? What TV shows do you like to watch?"

The chubby boy's answer was, "I like reading erotic novels and watching Korean dramas. Mom, I'm hungry!"

The handsome interviewer finally couldn't stand it anymore and waved them away

. Hearing from the parents outside the window that those who had already been interviewed had no chance if they didn't get the application form,

the chubby woman angrily pulled her son away, saying at the door, "Even with

Director Zhang 's connections, we can't get into this experimental class. It's really strange!"

Next was a mother who looked older than her age, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and her dark-skinned, thin son.

This mother told the interviewer that she was also a middle school teacher and

was very interested in the experimental class's emphasis on equal dialogue between parents, teachers, and students.

Although the interview was short, she received the application form. The mother with glasses smiled with satisfaction

and took her son to an office inside for the final procedure—and she was now a member of the experimental class.

Because my mom was busy playing on her phone and I was looking around, we completely forgot we were there for a job interview until the old man reminded us

, "It's your turn!" Sure enough, the handsome interviewer was calling out, "Ms. Miao Qiao'er and your child, please come in for your interview!" My mom quickly put her phone in her pink bag, straightened her clothes, and then pulled me towards . Our arrival surprisingly brightened the handsome interviewer's expression; he not only warmly poured a glass of water but also offered to pour me one too. My mother quickly stopped him, saying, "A teacher for a day is a father for life. He's your student; if he wants to drink, let him pour himself !" But he still poured me a glass of water, handing it to me while saying to my mother, "You probably don't fully understand the purpose of my experimental class! The purpose is for parents, teachers, and students to treat each other like brothers and sisters! Your son is 5 years old, but only 5 years younger than me. It's me, as the older brother, pouring water for him. Of course, you're only 5 years older than me , so you won't mind if I call you 'sister,' will you? I know that women in China like to be seen as young, but foreign women are the same!" "Teacher Lu, you're amazing! You went to university at 5, studied in the US at 7, and now you're leading this experimental class after graduating at 2. My son is also 5 years old this year; I wonder what kind of university he'll get into?" " Ms. Qiao'er, was your last sentence a doubt about my teaching ability?" "No, no, I meant my son doesn't study hard, and he's not as smart as you." "This only shows that the traditional education model has problems; it doesn't allow more students to develop their potential. The traditional education model is a repressive and authoritarian one, where students are not allowed to question the statements in textbooks. Of course, this is reasonable in a certain period , but if we continue to do this when Western countries have developed, we are destined to lose to them." He paused and then said, "The bottom line for entering my class is that parents, teachers, and students must treat each . If you can't agree, it's best not to join. Once a child is admitted to this class, it is imperative to forever prohibit hitting or scolding students. This will naturally start with me. For example, if your child makes a mistake, a few minor criticisms will suffice. For more offense, the child must acknowledge the mistake in the hallway in front of the entire grade after class. If the mistake persists, the child must publicly acknowledge the mistake at a school assembly. For those who are beyond redemption, I won't hit or scold them; I'll simply ask the parents to transfer the child to another school!" "Teacher Lu, your philosophy is very advanced and very humane!" "Because I systematically studied adolescent psychology in the United States, I found that parents generally feel that teenagers are difficult to educate . The main reason is that they don't understand the psychology of teenagers. Simply hitting and scolding them only stimulates their rebellious tendencies. Making them admit their mistakes in public makes them feel ashamed, realizing they are wrong and embarrassed, and only then can they correct their errors!" Only then did the mother raise her head, which had been shyly lowered, and see Teacher Lu's sunny and radiant face.

Spring was indeed dazzlingly bright, causing her to lower her head slightly in bashful shyness once more.

"Ms. Qiao'er, please look up and speak to me. Just consider me yours, and let's open our hearts to each other

!"

I knew my mother's heart must be racing at that moment; otherwise, she wouldn't have blushed so easily

, and wouldn't have even taken out scented tissues to wipe her sweat while enjoying the air conditioning.

Mr. Lu seemed to never look directly at my mother's face, pretending to look out the window while secretly glancing at her from time to time

, until my mother bravely looked him in the eye again, and their eyes finally met, filled with affection.

In that instant of eye contact, my mother was infinitely shy, her face radiating an unprecedented beauty.

It seems a writer once said, "The most beautiful and captivating moment for a woman is when she is shy!

"

This is indeed true. I've grown up to be five years old, watching my mother transform from a beautiful young woman into a graceful mature

lady, but I've never seen that breathtaking beauty in that one moment! From a young age, my mother always bathed me.

As I grew older, she mostly just washed my back, because I couldn't clean it properly myself.

When I was two, an unpleasant incident occurred. As usual, while my mother was washing my back, my

penis involuntarily became erect, and pre-ejaculate leaked out. My mother wasn't paying attention, and some dripped onto her

arm .

At that moment, she didn't react with alarm or shyness. She was the one who gave me my life; seeing my penis

erect and leaking fluid simply meant her precious son was entering puberty.

So she just washed the fluid away with water and calmly said, "Now that you're grown up, you shouldn't

let your mother bathe you anymore. Otherwise, your classmates will laugh at you!"

My mother's expression towards me was a mix of sternness when I made a mistake and tender affection. That tenderness

made me absolutely believe that masturbating with her stockings and clothes was shameful! Therefore, after entering puberty, when I

masturbated I always fantasized about other women.

Facing my father, who works at a local research institute, her expression was more one of resentment and dissatisfaction. Indeed

, he was constantly working overtime, and as a result, he aged prematurely. Although my father is only 39 years old this year, he looks much older than my mother, who

maintains ; strangers even mistake them for father and daughter.

That's not all; even at home, my father doesn't know how to cherish my mother, doesn't understand that she needs praise,

and takes her housework for granted.

He just buries himself in endless calculations and experiments.

Compared to my father's constant busyness, my mother's job is incredibly leisurely, almost to the point of being boring.

She just goes to work every morning for roll call, and then the day is over. "Overall"

means there's nothing to do at work, although she does have personal matters to attend to—taking care of me.

When I started school, she had even more free time. So, when I was in fifth grade, she became obsessed with playing mahjong. This addiction

meant she had no time to check on my studies, and I ended up not getting into Zuojiang Middle School, a provincial key high school close to home,

but only into Zuojiang No. 2 Middle School, a municipal key high school, which was five bus stops away.

My mother, after much agonizing thought, gave up mahjong and changed her entertainment to singing karaoke at home. She already had

a good voice, after all.

This way, she could supervise my studies every day and also hone her singing skills.

When higher-level units hosted provincial and ministerial leaders for inspections, they would always use my mother to sing. Afterwards, she would receive

a generous red envelope (cash gift). If she attended the reception banquet and drank with the provincial and ministerial leaders, she would receive another red envelope, and the provincial and ministerial leaders would also

give her extra red envelopes.

Some provincial and ministerial leaders, emboldened by alcohol, would lean close to her ear with their foul-smelling breaths and say, "There's

20,000 yuan on this card, a gift from your boss. How about it? Come to my place tonight to discuss your life and future career development, and

this card is yours."

My mother felt nauseous and almost vomited on the spot, quickly saying she had a stomachache, then grabbed her bag and left.

So, while earning a lot of red envelopes, my mother also supervised my studies, ensuring I passed the

entrance exam for Zuojiang No. 1 Middle School and could directly participate in the experimental class interview without needing connections.

When I was five, I kept insisting on having a younger sister, and my mother secretly removed her IUD to prepare for pregnancy.

However, my father firmly disagreed, saying it couldn't violate national policy, and forced my mother to get another IUD.

Now that the policy allows two children, my father finally stopped objecting to having me and my sister, but my mother

's belly still didn't conceive.

My mother went to the hospital for a checkup, and the results showed her physiological indicators were completely normal, fully meeting the conditions for conception.

It seems the problem must lie with the man.

When the OB-GYN learned that my father was frequently exposed to radiation at the local research institute, she said definitively

, "This must be your husband's problem; there's nothing wrong with you!"

My mother almost fainted upon hearing this. Was she destined to never have children again?

After returning home, my mother didn't dare tell my father the truth. It was best not to tell him; it would surely damage his self-esteem and

further strain their relationship. Besides, she thought that my father's inability to conceive now might be

due to his busy work schedule and his inattentiveness during sex. She planned to secretly use her connections to get him a

less demanding job find ways to arouse his sexual interest. "I don't believe I'll never get pregnant!"

I was conjuring up images of my mother's shy expression when facing Teacher Lu, and then her calm expression when I had an erection and

ejaculated , as well as her resentful expression towards my father. But then Teacher Lu started testing me. My mother gently

nudged me, and I was jolted back to reality.

"I asked you what extracurricular books you usually read? What TV programs do you like to watch? Although my principle is for parents,

teachers, and students to treat each other equally, it doesn't mean I can tolerate mutual disrespect. This is the second time I've asked you. Were you

daydreaming and spacing out just now?"

"Maybe it's because I've been away from school for a summer vacation and am now at a new school, so I haven't adjusted yet.

I apologize for my rudeness earlier!" As I said this, I stood up and bowed again. He smiled and asked me to sit down.

I answered the questions fluently, and he smiled with satisfaction.

Several more parents brought their children in for interviews, and those who came in after us were already getting impatient

.

Mr. Lu reluctantly took out the forms, filled them out, and was about to hand them to us when, I don't know where I got

the courage, I actually said to Mr. Lu, "Teacher, may I be so bold as to ask you a question?" After receiving confirmation,

I said, "You're so handsome, you could easily outshine many male celebrities, why don't you become a star and instead

study education in the United States?"

"Haha, well, this is a problem. First, my family is a scholarly family. If I were to enter the entertainment industry and become an actress, it would be

a disgrace family. In ancient times, the clan head would have to kick me out of the house. Even though actors seem to have a high status now,

a scholarly family like ours still disdains being entertainers. Second, the entertainment industry is

a low-IQ circle that fools itself and the public. If I went in, not only would I not be able to use my talents, but outsiders would also mistakenly think I'm

mentally challenged. Finally, most of the so-called famous actresses in the entertainment industry are just mediocre and faded beauties. That's the most

disgusting and nauseating thing!"

Teacher Lu looked longingly at my mother as she stood up and pulled me towards an office inside. I knew that

the look they had just exchanged was the look of lovers in the throes of passion. For them to have that look on their face upon their first meeting—

was it love at first sight?

Wow, the teacher in the inner room was definitely a stunning beauty compared to my former female classmates, but

she paled in comparison to my mother, and they seemed to be completely different types: First of all, their hairstyles were

different ; my mother had long, straight hair that was slightly dyed orange, while she had short hair that reached her ears; my mother had

a round, oval face, while she had a cute, apple-shaped face; their skin was similar, both fair with

a rosy glow ; and their breasts were also different. The reason my mother's breasts were so alluring wasn't because of their size or height,

but because they were perfectly proportioned to her figure. Why don't many women who have had breast augmentation increase

their attractiveness? Because their unattractive figures paired with such shocking breasts only evoke more

repulsion! This teacher, on the other hand, had a completely flat chest, so when she saw my mother, she just stared at

her breasts.

She didn't look much older than me. If Mr. Lu was a slow and steady handsome man, she was a

passionate and outgoing beautiful woman. She and my mother quickly hit it off.

"

I only came to her to ask about my artistic interests, English grades, and so on. She'll be our

English and art teacher, and she'll still chat with my mom.

" "Haha, my name is Zhong Xintong. Lu Ming, the guy who interviewed you just now, is my boyfriend. We

started dating in our freshman year of college; he was five and I was four. He came here from the US to study this year, and I just finished

my art studies in the UK. We plan to get married in about a year." She became more and more animated as she spoke.

"Sister Qiao'er, you don't mind me calling you that, do you? Or should I just call you Sister Qiao?"

"No way! I don't want to end up like her, sold into a brothel by that cruel uncle!" Only when chatting with her, a fellow woman

, could my mom truly open up and laugh without restraint.

"I bet you were born on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, just like me, Qiao'er?"

"No, it's because I was born on Valentine's Day."

"No wonder you have such captivating peach blossom eyes. If I were a man, I'd be mesmerized

too ." Having quickly become familiar with each other, Mom, upon hearing this, playfully pretended to spank her.

Just then, more parents and students came in, and they became serious again.

After the parents and students left, they chatted about makeup and hair,

topics of common concern to women. Teacher Zhong told me to wait outside, then closed the door and, stroking my mother's long, flowing hair,

asked , "Qiao'er, did you just dye your hair this orange-yellow?"

"Actually, I rarely dye my hair. It was just yesterday afternoon that I impulsively decided

to get this orange-yellow color after being persuaded by that young man at the hair salon."

"That's quite a coincidence! Lu Ming also got his hair dyed yesterday afternoon, the same

orange-yellow as yours, and even changed his 6/4 part to a middle part. And I think Qiao'er

only let him make money because he's handsome and knows how to charm you, right? Haha!"

"You're talking nonsense again, you don't act like a teacher at all. I'm going home now," my mother said, standing up to leave.

"Wait a minute, Sister Qiao'er, please leave your phone number, WeChat ID, and QQ number. Parents and teachers will need to interact

frequently , making it easier to stay in touch."

The matter was finally settled. When Mom said goodbye,

Lu

Ming shook her hand for a long time, reluctant to let go

. In their last glance, they were both a little reluctant to part.

It was already getting dark outside. When we reached the apartment building, my mother realized she had forgotten her bag.

When we rushed to the registration point, the last parent and student were being interviewed. Mom smiled slightly at Teacher Lu and

went straight to the inner room.

"Oh, Sister Qiao'er, you've finally arrived! I was just about to call you to tell you to come pick up your bag, but I found

your phone in it. I was planning to deliver it to your home after work and also check the door;

it'll be convenient for future home visits."

"Thank you so much! What happened? Were you crying just now?" Mom then noticed

tears in Zhong Xintong's eyes. How could such a passionate and outgoing woman shed tears?

"It was that student just now. He thought he could stay, but I disagreed. Maybe I went a bit

too far when I argued with him, because he shoved me, and my head almost hit the corner of the door."

"Here's what we're going to do: you two, the perfect couple, go to your sister Qiao'er's house after work. It'll be a way to help you

two get back together, and also a temporary thank-you dinner for your teachers. Once school officially starts, my husband and I will host a formal banquet

for all of you teachers at a hotel."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Teacher Zhong, as if injected with adrenaline, suddenly became enthusiastic

and exuberant again.

While Teacher Lu and Teacher Zhong were busy tidying up their office, Mom called the restaurant's delivery hotline. She had learned from

their earlier chat that Teacher Zhong was from Sichuan, so she specially ordered spicy Sichuan cuisine (Zhong Xintong mentioned that Lu Ming, out of love for the house

, also loved Sichuan food), even though Mom herself wasn't a big fan of Sichuan food.

"Teacher Lu, would you do me the honor of visiting my humble abode?" Seeing that Teacher Zhong was still

deliberately ignoring Lu Ming, Mom had no choice but to invite her directly.

"It wouldn't be convenient for me to go alone, would it? After all, I haven't met your husband yet."

"No, Teacher Zhong will come too. Don't worry, I'll help you two get along. My husband has always been very respectful to teachers;

he'll definitely be overjoyed to see you're willing to visit our home."

Along the way, Mom and Zhong Xintong walked ahead, chatting and laughing, while Lu Ming and I followed behind,

making small talk.

Not long after I got home, the restaurant waiter delivered the food my mother had ordered. Coincidentally,

just

as my mother was about to close up shop,

my father arrived too—unusually, he didn't have to work overtime!

"You rascal, no overtime today? You're here so early?" my mother said, her face full of displeasure, but also

half-joking.

"You old hag, aren't you happy your husband's here so early? Have you hooked up with some young gigolo and are you disgusted with your

husband ?" my father said, whether half-jokingly or seriously, his words clearly conveying authority.

"Why are there a pair of men's leather shoes by the door?" His tone at this moment clearly indicated the confidence of

a husband .

Mom quickly interrupted in a low voice, "You rascal, keep your voice down! These are Dongdong's new homeroom teacher and English teacher visiting.

What nonsense are you trying to spout?"

Dad then noticed a pair of strange women's shoes not far from the strange man's shoes, and

absentmindedly forced a smile, "My dear wife, please calm down. I wronged you. Apologize, okay?"

At that moment, Zhong Xintong and Lu Ming were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, watching TV in silence. Zhong Xintong

, with her keen ears, heard voices coming from the doorway and quickly ran there.

"Oh, so this is Qiao'er's husband's family. How should I address you?"

"Hehe, since you call my wife 'sister,' then of course I'm your Brother Xiang, and my son

is your godson."

"Brother Xiang, that won't do. In our experimental class, the Zhang family treats teachers and students as equals. So, this '

godson' thing is very inappropriate. You are our brothers and sisters, and we are Dongdong's brothers and sisters."

Lu Ming only slowly got up to greet my father when he saw him come in. After calling him "Brother," he extended his hand to shake hands with my father with the very manners of

an English gentleman. My mother's

eyes were full of approval and tenderness the moment she saw his charming gentlemanly demeanor. It was as if she was writing countless "thumbs up" to Lu Ming with her eyes.

Lu Ming's hand was warm and full of youthful wildness and restlessness, while my father's hand, in this not-so-cool late

summer and early autumn season, revealed infinite sadness.

Mom and Zhong Xintong laughed and chatted like best friends as they walked towards her private wardrobe. When she came out, Mom

had changed out of her slightly sweaty white dress and flesh-colored stockings, and into a sleeveless black silk

dress that revealed her shoulders, along with black stockings and black high heels. Why wasn't she wearing high-heeled sandals?

Should ?

Apparently, she thought the color of sandals wouldn't match her black stockings.

Seeing Mom dressed like this, Dad said sarcastically to Lu Ming sitting beside him, "Brother, look at

my wife, is she out of her mind? Wearing high heels at home in this heat!"

Little did he know, it was all Zhong Xintong who had made her dress this way.

"You're the one who's sick! The air conditioning's on at home, so wearing high heels isn't hot at all. I like wearing them, that's all that matters

! You're just a vulgar old man with no appreciation for art!"

"I think Sister Qiao'er looks great in this outfit. If she were online, she'd definitely be more famous than any celebrity.

I really envy my brother for being so lucky to marry such a perfect wife—no, every man in the world would envy him!" Lu Ming

said, glancing at my mother repeatedly. It seemed her sexy outfit was exactly to his liking.

"What's there to envy? She's just a vulgar woman with an empty spirit and no career aspirations! She

always accuses me of being a workaholic, but she doesn't understand that without our scientific research, where would human technological progress come from?"

Lu Ming and Zhong Xintong quickly tried to mediate between the two sides. Originally, my mother was supposed to be trying to reconcile the young couple, but now the roles were reversed

.

The dinner party began. I ate a few bites and then went to play on the computer. At the small round table, my mother and Lu Ming sat next to each other.

From

his angle, he could clearly see my mother's long, black-stockinged legs and delicate feet. Because the high heels were so stuffy, my mother

's beautiful feet had long since spilled out of the shoes. Her ten toes, sweaty and itchy, involuntarily

made all sorts of playful, cute, and sexy movements, making Lu

Ming

's heart flutter. If he weren't afraid of my father discovering, he would have loved to immediately stretch out his sweaty but youthful feet and have a passionate encounter with my mother's feet under the table. He knew perfectly well that my mother's feet were still virgin territory,

still in a virgin state.

Zhong

Xintong was invited to sit on the other side of my mother, while my father was left with empty seats on both sides. Fortunately, they kept toasting each other, and the atmosphere remained lively.

Lu Ming talked at length to my mother about his study abroad experience in the United States, sharing many things that

couldn't be seen or learned from television or books, things that only those who have been to America can truly understand. Moreover, Lu Ming's knowledge was

incredibly vast; during his studies, he would often attend lectures on Greek and Roman history right after finishing a class on celestial mechanics. My mother listened to him...

She spoke as if she were in a dream, like an obedient female student or a little girl, listening quietly to Lu Ming without being able to interject

a word.

He became increasingly smug as he spoke: "Of course, when the teachers aren't teaching, those womanizing experts on campus will give private

lessons . They'll find a quiet corner and teach him their techniques for pursuing girls. The students don't have to

pay tuition; they just have to buy him a beer."

After boasting for a while, Lu Ming said to Zhong Xintong, "Let's toast Brother a few more times!"

As he spoke, Lu Ming moved closer to my father, drinking and flattering him: "A

natural science scholar like Brother, in America, would have a personal chauffeur provided by the US federal government,

chauffeured around in luxury cars, and live in..." These are all elegant and luxurious mansions gifted by the federal government. It's a pity that our country treats natural science scholars like

my elder brother too harshly and coldly!"

My father was very pleased to hear this and said with deep feeling, "Brother, I like to hear what you say.

Take the radiation we often encounter in our work, for example. Ever since my first supervisor held a research group meeting, I suggested to him

that we buy protective equipment. More than ten years have passed, and I have a new supervisor, but the protective equipment

has never been bought. Why? There's no profit in it! This stuff can only be imported from foreigners, who sell it directly at the original price." "If

the locals

don't offer

kickbacks , the leaders won't buy from them, since they don't have to face radiation every day! Since you're my

confidant, we must drink until we drop today!"

Lu Ming thought my dad, being older than him, was practically an old man and would be easily drunk

. However, while my dad wasn't as good at flirting, he was a formidable drinker. After a drinking contest, my dad remained energetic, while Lu Ming was struggling, clutching his head and asking to rest before drinking more. My dad teased and urged him to drink: "Don't worry about not having enough beer, brother. If the fridge is empty, there are a few more pitchers in the kitchen! After that, there's baijiu and red wine, take your pick. Today is our first time together, I'll definitely drink to my heart's content!" Seeing Lu Ming couldn't keep up, Zhong Xintong quickly joined my dad in drinking, switching to baijiu. She was particularly cunning, using the excuse that she was a woman and should drink less. She would take a sip and force my father to drink a whole bowl. Mixing drinks, even for someone with a high tolerance, made it easy to get drunk. So, both men at the table were in a dazed, drunken state. Seeing the two men's dazed appearance, my mother and Zhong Xintong both laughed, but Zhong Xintong laughed heartily while my mother smiled faintly. However, the two men's drunkenness was actually different. My father was truly drunk, while Lu Ming was quite sober, because he was thinking about my mother's alluring legs so close to his face. After going to the toilet, he felt a little more , but he still pretended to be drunk. When he returned to the table, he was still slumped over it, covering his head. "Teacher Lu, would you like some soup to help you sober up?" my mother asked softly. "No need, it'll be ready in a moment. I want to drink with you all again." "I just wanted you to try my soup-making skills, just a moment!" My mother's expression towards him was no longer that of a woman addressing a guest, but clearly that of a virtuous and gentle wife addressing her beloved husband. After speaking, in Lu Ming's eyes, she swiftly flew towards the kitchen like a black swallow. When my mother flew back to Lu Ming's side like a black swallow, she indeed had a large bowl of steaming soup in her hands. Lu Ming was a little confused about whether the person in front of him was Sister Qiao'er or the nimble swallow, but as the alcohol continued to be digested in his stomach, he gradually realized that this was Sister Qiao'er wearing a sexy black dress and black stockings . The swallow could not be as sexy as her, and the swallow would not make this large bowl of fragrant hangover soup. "Teacher Lu, you're still drunk. Shall I feed you some soup?" My dad often gets drunk, and every time comes home, he's covered in filth and vomit, which only earns him a scolding from my mom. I've never seen her make him any hangover soup. But now, not only is she making soup for Lu Ming, she's actually going to feed it to him herself, even though his girlfriend is at the same table! And Zhong Xintong acts like she didn't hear a thing, letting my mom keep blowing on the soup before feeding it to Lu Ming. At first, she was worried it was too hot, so she took a small sip herself to make sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to him. After my mom fed him a dozen or so mouthfuls of hot soup, Lu Ming indeed felt much more sober. Now, the image of the black swallow in Lu Ming's mind has completely disappeared; only my sexy and charming mother , dressed in black, resembles a swallow. Lu Ming's mind is now filled with how to make this night ambiguous and romantic, so that his mother will remember this night forever. Looking at the chili sauce in the condiment bowl, Lu Ming suddenly had an idea. He picked up some chili sauce with his chopsticks and, with trembling hands, first spelled out the letter "l" on my mother's left thigh, black stocking. Did my mother not notice, or was she pretending not to? Anyway, Lu Ming seemed to have gotten approval, and then used the chili sauce to spell out the letter "o." The letter "o" was obviously more difficult than "l," but Lu Ming still very patiently splashed out the letter "o." After repeating the same process with the letters "v" and "e," he actually managed to spell out the word "love" completely on my mother's left thigh, black stocking. Feeling unsatisfied then used the chili sauce to draw a heart-shaped circle next to it, and then quietly observed my mother's reaction. My mother quickly noticed the abnormality on her left thigh. If it were any other stranger, she might have already started cursing, but this was Lu Ming's "masterpiece." She was not angry at all; instead, she felt shy and happy. Such a romantic idea—using hot sauce to express love for oneself—is something I used to only see in idol dramas and romance films. And at this moment, the female lead is my mother herself. How could she not be overjoyed? She only now realizes that she had wasted the previous 35 years of her life because she had never experienced anything like this before.

Before, I had only spent over a decade living with my father, a man who knew absolutely nothing about love. Having regained

my spirits, Lu Ming and my mother continued drinking beer. Zhong Xintong gestured for Lu Ming to help her help my father to his room: "Let's settle Brother Xiang down first, then we can continue drinking!" My mother quickly replaced Zhong Xintong, saying, "This is my husband. Teacher Lu and I will help him to his bedroom . You should rest!" As they were putting my father down and preparing to close the door, my father suddenly grabbed Lu Ming's hand and said, "Brother, I'm not drunk. I want to drink more. I can't drink anymore, but my wife can keep me company!" Lu Ming and my mother exchanged a wry smile. Lu Ming pretended to brush away the stray hairs my father had fallen on my mother's arm, then took the opportunity to touch her arm, saying, "Look, Brother Xiang's hair has fallen out quite a bit !" "You rascal, don't take advantage of him!" she said, pretending to hit Lu Ming. Lu Ming, unfazed, chuckled and said, "A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love. I'm happy even if my sister hits me!" "Stop fooling around, let's continue drinking! I'll still drink wine, you can drink whatever you want!" She then pushed Lu Ming towards the table. The three of them gradually lost their bearings and started rambling on and on. Zhong Xintong asked my mother, "Sister Qiao'er, when and where was your first time with Brother Xiang? Were you still a virgin then? Did you find that night unforgettable and exciting?" My mother's face, already a little red, turned even redder upon hearing this: "Why are you asking such an embarrassing question?" But after a pause, she still answered, "We only had sex on our wedding night, in the bridal chamber, of course. I was definitely a virgin then, otherwise Dongdong's grandfather wouldn't have used his last bit of power before retirement." They arranged for me to start my current job. That night, Dongdong's dad drank a lot with relatives and friends, so he was exhausted and the experience wasn't particularly memorable or exciting. However, Dongdong hadn't arrived in my body yet that night because I miscarried my first child! But not long after the miscarriage, I discovered that Dongdong had somehow already arrived in my body without me even noticing! Dongdong's grandma was initially very unhappy when she heard about my miscarriage, almost calling me a jinx. But when she heard I was pregnant with Dongdong again, she was overjoyed and praised me to everyone she met! "You guys were so conservative back then! Lu Ming and I lost our virginity in college, even though we were both under six years old. Neither of us regretted it because we were deeply in love with each other! Don't let Lu Ming 's slightly boyish appearance fool you; he's a real stud in bed..." Her mother quickly stopped her, "Hey, please don't talk about such private matters! These things shouldn't be discussed with outsiders !" "We've never considered you an outsider, otherwise we wouldn't have come to your house so soon after we met!" "Let's talk about something else, like literature. I kind of like Guo Jingming, even though everyone says he plagiarizes and calls him gay, I just love reading his novels. I feel a strong sense of immersion in them. So my friends say I have the age of a mature woman, the appearance of a newlywed, and the heart of a young girl!" "Lu Ming and I aren't really interested in Chinese writers. We prefer European and American writers, and we especially love the style and works of Sartre and Beauvoir!" When the three of them were so drunk that they didn't want to drink anymore, their mother got up to clear the table and make a hangover soup. Lu Ming followed my mother into the kitchen, grinning, "Washing dishes alone is so lonely and boring. Let me help you wash them, Sister Qiao'er!" "Oh, no, no, don't get your hands dirty!" After gently stopping him, Lu Ming didn't leave . Instead, he kept looking at my mother, asking with ill intent, "Sister Qiao'er, are you dressed so sexy and charming today for your husband or for the guests?" "Is it any of your business?" "If I were your husband, I would have a say. I wouldn't allow my wife to dress so sexy in front of male guests. But I'm just a male guest, so I really like how you dress, Sister Qiao'er, hehe!" Hearing this, my mother stopped crying and laughed, scolding, "Stop fooling around, go and keep your future wife company! Don't make her jealous!" "Okay, okay, Xiao Ming will obey Sister Qiao'er's orders!" After saying that, he deliberately patted my mother's back before leaving to chat with Zhong Xintong at the dining table. At first, Mom didn't pay attention, but after washing the dishes, she noticed a cool sensation on her chest. She touched it and , taking the opportunity, unhooked her bra. Lu Ming unhooked her bra with one hand, which initially made Mom both ashamed and angry. She regretted not noticing it sooner and not slapping Lu Ming on the spot as a warning to others. Later, however, she suddenly felt the romantic excitement of a young girl experiencing her first passionate love, and she wasn't so disgusted by Lu Ming's actions anymore.

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