Beautiful mother and pretty daughter (1-5)

My name is Chen Haoyan, but that's just a pseudonym. The following story is based on my true experience. Whether you believe this story or not, it truly happened to me and to the person who wrote it...
(Original work, not reproduced. All names in the article are pseudonyms.)

1.
Ding-dong, ding-dong...
One afternoon in early July that year in Shenzhen, a doorbell rang, and I, at the age of forty-one, opened the door to my home, thus beginning this story.
Standing outside the door was a tall, beautiful young woman. She bowed slightly to me and said, "Hello, Uncle Chen, I am Zhao Bingjie."
"Oh, Bingjie! Come in quickly," I said with a smile, ushering the girl into the house.
She was over 1.7 meters tall, with a beautiful face, bright eyes, and long, black hair tied in a ponytail. Two slightly curled strands of hair fell on either side of her bangs, making her look exceptionally pure and charming.
She was my friend Zhao Jianguo's daughter. She was seventeen years old that year, just starting her summer vacation. She would be a senior in high school the following semester and was preparing to apply to art school. So her father asked me to tutor her and paid me a generous fee.
I didn't want to take my friend's money, but Zhao Jianguo insisted, and considering my current predicament, I accepted it.
I know that Zhao Jianguo asked me to tutor his daughter because he trusted my professional skills in art, and also because he wanted to help me out financially.
I used to be a proud and arrogant person, but in recent years, life has forced me to suppress my pitiful pride. I'm a grown man in my forties; I can't keep relying on my wife to support me, can I?
As I poured water for Zhao Bingjie, I secretly glanced at her as she sat on the sofa.
She lived with her maternal grandparents in Guangzhou from childhood to adulthood, only returning to her parents during holidays. The last time I saw her was when she was thirteen years old; before I knew it, the little girl had grown into a graceful young woman.
She was wearing a light blue floral sleeveless mini dress, and her long legs were incredibly smooth and fair—truly stunning. I think for a teenage girl, her breasts were quite well-developed; while not large, they were full and perky.
I put my water glass on the coffee table and sat down opposite Zhao Bingjie. She said to me, "Thank you, Uncle Chen."
"You're welcome." I smiled and said, "Bingjie, it's been many years since we last saw each other, hasn't it?"
"Hmm..." She smiled, appearing rather shy.
“I remember the last time I saw you, you had just started junior high school. You’ve grown so tall now.”
She smiled again, then lowered her head and remained silent. My gaze involuntarily swept over the expanse of snow-white skin exposed on her chest, and I said, "Drink some water."
Zhao Bingjie picked up her water glass and took a sip. I asked, "Bingjie, Uncle wants to know, why do you want to learn to paint?"
She put down her water glass and smiled sweetly, "Because I want to apply to art school."
I brushed my long, neck-length hair that covered my ears and said, "I know that. I mean, why do you want to study art? What are your expectations for yourself in this area?"
“I…” Zhao Bingjie hesitated, as if stumped by the question. After thinking for a moment, she said, “My mother made me learn it.”
I sighed inwardly. It seemed that she didn't have any personal passion for art; she was only learning it because her mother made her, and she seemed to listen to her mother very much.
At that moment, I realized she had exposed herself. Because her skirt was so short and she was sitting down, not only were her long legs completely exposed, but I could also see her white underwear.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away. It would be so embarrassing if the little girl found out that her uncle, her father's good friend, was peeping under her skirt.
I asked her some questions about her studies, basically asking one question and she answering one. During this time, when she wasn't looking, I couldn't help but steal a glance at what was under her skirt, and I couldn't help but feel a little distracted.
She didn't talk to me much. That's understandable, considering I'm a middle-aged man and she's a teenager in her early teens, and we hadn't seen each other for so many years, so it was natural for us to feel distant.
I decided to get straight to the point. "Okay, Bingjie, I've been quite busy these past few days. I'll give you a lesson today first. Starting in three days, you'll come to my place for lessons every afternoon from 1:30 to 4:30. If I have something come up and can't tutor you, I'll let you know in advance. If you have something come up and can't come, please let me know in advance, okay?"
"Okay, I understand," she said, smiling sweetly.
I then asked Zhao Bingjie to show me the paintings she had brought before, so I could understand her progress. She obediently took them out of her backpack and sat down next to me to listen to my guidance.
I looked at each of her drawings one by one and felt that she had some talent in drawing and was a promising talent, so I started to give her some pointers.
She listened and nodded, responding with "uh-huh." She was very close to me, and her fragrance, like orchids, and the delicate scent of a young girl filled my nostrils, making me feel refreshed and happy.
After giving me some pointers, I stood up and said, "Let's begin!"
Zhao Bingjie got up and followed me into the studio. She looked around and said, "Is this where Uncle Chen usually paints?"
I laughed and said, "Yes! It's a bit messy, but don't mind it."
She smiled. I pointed to an easel and a canvas and said, "You'll use this from now on; I've prepared everything for you."
"Thank you, Uncle Chen, for your trouble." She bowed to me.
With this movement, the opening of the mini dress revealed glimpses of her breasts, round and white, with a cleavage.
My mind wandered again, and I scolded myself inwardly, "What's wrong with you? She's your friend's daughter, and on our first meeting after so many years, you're constantly peeping at her private parts. It's really outrageous."
From the moment we left until now, Zhao Bingjie has been very polite. I thought to myself, it definitely wasn't Zhao Jianguo who taught her that. That guy is so arrogant and domineering, how could he possibly raise such a well-mannered daughter? It must be her mother's doing.
Speaking of which, Zhao Bingjie is of mixed Chinese and Korean descent. Her mother, Choi Min-jung, is Korean and a great beauty. Her family is also very wealthy. Zhao Bingjie has clearly inherited her mother's good looks and upbringing.
As for Choi Min-jung, being Korean, why her parents have always lived in Guangzhou, and how she came to China, these questions will be answered later.
"It's alright," I said with a smile. "Your dad is my best friend in Shenzhen, and I'd be happy to teach you."
Zhao Bingjie smiled sweetly at me again. I picked up a vase and placed it on the high stool, asking Zhao Bingjie to copy it. She sat down on the chair next to the easel, picked up the pencil I had sharpened for her beforehand, looked at the vase, and began to trace it.
I sat down at another easel nearby and began working on my unfinished painting. I kept glancing at Zhao Bingjie beside me, my thoughts drifting back to the past.
After graduating from university, I worked as an art teacher for several years at a middle school affiliated with a state-owned enterprise in my hometown. Due to a scandal, I had to resign from the school and come to Shenzhen to join Zhao Jianguo.
He was my college classmate, a year older than me. Right after graduation, he came to Shenzhen to make his way in the world. Although he didn't have much talent in painting, he was quick-witted and resourceful. Before long, he abandoned art for business, opening an interior design and engineering company, which he did quite well.
In the first few years after I came to Shenzhen, things went quite smoothly for me. I became a somewhat well-known young painter, and one of my paintings could sell for a pretty good price. But as times changed, because I was too focused on fine art and couldn't keep up with the new trends, I quickly faded into obscurity. In recent years, I've been making a living by painting for others, sometimes going hungry, sometimes full, with no stable income.
有时候我也会想，如果没有当年那件事的发生，我也不会离开学校来到深圳，也就不至于落魄到现在这种地步吧？可人生哪有这么多如果？
说起来，赵冰洁还是多年以后，我教的第一个学生呢！
“怎么啦？陈叔叔。”赵冰洁看向我问道。
我猛然发觉，自己刚才回忆往事时，一直看着她。
“哦，没什么……”我颇有些不好意思地将目光收回到画板上，继续驱动手中的画笔。
为了缓解有点尴尬的气氛，我随口问道：“那个，冰洁啊！要不要喝点什么？咖啡怎么样？”
“不用了，陈叔叔，我不渴。”
“那给你来听可乐？”
“真的不用，陈叔叔。”
沉默了一会儿，我又问道：“冰洁，你妈妈是舞蹈教师，为什么不跟着她学跳舞呢？”
“我从小就在学跳舞，可妈妈说我在这方面没有什么天赋，也吃不了苦，所以又叫我学画画。”
我暗自寻思，看来她真的很听她妈妈的话，她妈妈叫她做什么，她就做什么。
“那你学画画几年了？”
“四五年了吧？从初中开始学的。”
“以前在哪儿学的呢？”
“美术班，也请过家教。”
“为什么又来我这儿学呢？”
赵冰洁停下来对我笑道：“因为妈妈说，你过去是一个有名的画家。”
我在心里苦笑，是啊！过去的。现在的我，充其量只能算是一个落魄的三流画家，如果硬要称之为画家的话。
“陈叔叔，你看我画得怎样了？”她又对我说道。
我这才醒悟过来，她是来找我指导她画画的，怎么能只顾着忙自己的，把人小丫头晾在一边呢？
我来到赵冰洁的身边，看着画板上的画说道：“还不错，但要注意线条的运用，尽量画出光影的效果……”
我一边指导着，目光又不自由自主地落到了赵冰洁的胸上。我居高临下地看下去，从连衣超短裙上面的隙开之处，那对美乳的上半部分映入了我的眼帘，真的是又白又嫩，乳沟也蛮深的。
我看得下面都快有反应了，赶紧把心思集中到指导上来。好在赵冰洁正专心聆听我的讲解，丝毫没有察觉到我的目光。
“你这样……”我说着，拿起搁在画板上的笔，在画纸上涂抹了几下，“明白了吗？”
“我明白了，陈叔叔。”她应道。
我放笔时，往回收的胳膊不小心碰到了她的胸部，感觉又柔软又有弹性，又一次心猿意马起来，同时也蛮尴尬的。
不过赵冰洁好像什么也没发生，拿起笔继续画。

2、
很快，第一次授课结束了。我在玄关处送赵冰洁出门时，对她说道：“冰洁，明天准时来上课。”
“知道了，陈叔叔。”她说着对我又鞠了一躬，“今天麻烦您了。”
这个动作又让我饱览了她乍泄的春光，心想今天真是大饱眼福了。
正说着话，房门从外面打开，走进来一个三十几岁、风韵过人的少妇。
她留着一头染成深棕色的大波浪长发，容貌姣好，身高一米六五，丰满匀称，双峰呼之欲出，露出了一截深陷的乳沟。
少妇看到赵冰洁后，目露讶异之色。她就是我老婆江美云，那年三十八岁，在一家公司当公关部经理。
赵冰洁立即对江美云鞠了一躬，说道：“美云阿姨好！”
我觉得这孩子真是太有礼貌了，崔敏婷把她教得可够好的。
“哟！这不是冰洁吗？”江美云把目光从赵冰洁的身上移到了我脸上。
“哦，冰洁是来跟我学画画的。怎么？你没听敏婷说过这事吗？”
江美云和崔敏婷是一对好闺蜜，我当初跟江美云认识，就是通过崔敏婷介绍的。
“我都多久没见过敏婷了？我哪知道？”
江美云说着，又对赵冰洁笑道：“冰洁啊！都长这么大了，比我都高了，还记得你美云阿姨呢？”
赵冰洁微笑着点了点头。她虽然一直跟着外公外婆生活，但以前跟江美云没少见过面，自然能记起她妈妈的这位闺蜜。
江美云呵呵笑道：“怎么？你这是要走了吗？”
赵冰洁微笑道：“是啊！刚上完课，准备回去了。”
“那行，改天咱娘俩好好聊聊。这姑娘，长得可真够漂亮的……”
赵冰洁离去后，我跟着江美云往屋里走，问道：“老婆，今天怎么这个点回来了？”
她以往都是早出晚归，很少这么早回过家。
“晚上有个应酬，回来洗个澡换身衣服，一会儿还得出去。”江美云说道，“对了，那孩子来家里学画，之前怎么没听你说过呢？”
“你每天都那么忙，我还没来得及跟你说嘛！”
“哎呀！家里这么乱，明知道有客人要来也不知道收拾下。”江美云一边埋怨一边收拾起来。
其实家里也不算多乱，只是不够整洁而已。
“冰洁不是客人，她是我的学生。”
“冰洁、冰洁，你跟她很熟吗？叫得这么亲热？”江美云白了我一眼。
“建国和敏婷这么叫她，我也就随着叫啰！”我笑道。
“有个那么漂亮的小姑娘每天跟着你学画，心里是不是美滋滋的啊？”
“你这是说的什么话？她可是建国和敏婷的女儿。”
江美云又白了我一眼，“难说！谁知道你是怎么想的？”
她开始脱衣服，继续埋怨道：“你说你整天在家里闲着，也不知道收拾下，我每天那么累，回来还得伺候你吗？”
对于她一回到家里就习惯性地埋怨我，我已经习以为常。毕竟这几年主要是靠她挣钱养家，包括前些年我的事业刚陷入谷底时，沉迷赌球欠下的那些债，也是她帮我还的。所以在她面前，我能忍就忍，实在难以忍受了就出去转转，尽量不跟她发生冲突。
“我也没闲着啊！”我嘟囔道。
江美云解掉奶罩，弹出了那对三十六d的豪乳，说道：“不就是画你那几张破画吗？画来画去，画出什么结果来了？还不够自己花的，有几个老公像你这样，窝囊废。”
我觉得她说的这些对也不对。对的是，我这些年确实没有给家里挣多少钱回来。不对的是，我并不是懒，而是她理解不了我对艺术的执着。
江美云说着又弯腰脱内裤，耸起屁股放了个响屁。她和我在一起十二年了，长期的朝夕相处已使她在我面前丝毫不在意自己的形象，以至于随意地赤身裸体以及打屁都无所谓。
她轮流提起双脚脱掉内裤，扔到了沙发上，不容置疑地说道：“一会儿把我换下来的这一身洗了。”
江美云的身材比较丰满，但很匀称，且不失苗条，阴毛茂盛，从三角区底部向胯下蔓延。
她说完扭动着那对浑圆、挺翘的丰臀往卫生间走去。
我忽然发现她的屁股上有一些红色的痕迹，很像是巴掌印，在周围雪白肌肤的映衬下分外显眼。
我说道：“你屁股上是什么？”
“什么啊？”江美云驻足，埋头扭身，掰着自己的屁股看，“哪有什么？”
“你自己对着镜子看。”
她看了我一眼，进了卫生间站在壁镜前来回侧身，说道：“哦，那啥？”
她一边说一边用手在屁股上抹，仿佛要把那些痕迹给抹掉，“公司里蚊子多，上厕所时给挠的。”
我问道：“你们公司的蚊子那么厉害？盯着你的屁股咬？”
“那可不？”她又看了我一眼，站到花洒下淋浴。
对于江美云的说法，我难以相信。那些痕迹不像是挠的，倒是像跟男人做爱时，被男人用巴掌拍上去的。如果说是江美云自己拍的，那些巴掌印朝上，她自己怎么可能做到？
这时，我的脑海中浮现出一个画面，江美云一丝不挂地跪趴在床上，向身后的男人高高翘起她那对白花花的大屁股，那个男人一边后入她，一边使劲拍打她的丰臀。
而江美云一边浪叫着，一边回头看向身后的男人，还叫他再快点、更用力一些。
这个画面让我在愤恨的同时，也感到很冲动，那个部位一下就硬了。我决定暂不追究此事，因为我已经很久没有跟她做过了，于是三两下脱光衣服，挺着那话儿进了卫生间。
江美云正在往身上涂抹沐浴露，她见我进来，问道：“你干嘛？”
我抱着她上下其手，笑道：“老婆，我们好久没做了，做一次呗？”
她没好气地说道：“不要啦！你出去。”
我已经箭在弦上，哪肯罢休？转过她那诱人的裸体，从后面插了进去。她只好任由我在她的那里面抽送。
我一边做，一边握住那对豪乳，嘴凑过去吻向她的芳唇。她扭头躲开，不耐烦地说道：“你倒是快点啊！我一会儿还有事呢！”
尽管我做得热火朝天，可她却没有多大反应，只是偶尔呻吟一两声。
结束的时候，江美云叫我别射到里面。于是我拔出来射到了她的屁股上。
她埋怨道：“哎呀！你怎么射到我屁股上了？”
我无辜地说道：“不是你叫我射到外面的吗？”
“我叫你射外面又没叫你射我屁股上，浴室那么大，你射哪儿不是射，非得射我屁股上？真是的。”
她说着拿起花洒往屁股上冲水。我伸手说道：“我帮你。”
她推开我的手，不满地说道：“谁要你帮？烦死了。”
江美云冲干净屁股气咻咻地出去了，我呆立在镜子前看着镜中的自己。
齐颈的长发之下是一张还算帅气的中年男人的脸，上唇和下颌的淡须增添了几分玩世不恭的意味，一米七五的身材结实而匀称，肌肉轮廓分明，整个人看上去有型而又稍显颓废。
我在心里问自己，老天给了我这副还算不错的皮囊和艺术天分，怎么就沦落到这般田地了呢？
“要下雨了，待会儿你开车送我一趟。”耳畔传来江美云的喊声。
我擦干身子进了卧室，江美云正在衣柜里找衣服，对她说道：“晚上我约了个画商，就是建国帮忙介绍的那个，请他吃个饭。”
“正好啊！你送完我，再去吃饭。今晚我肯定得和客户喝酒，开不了车。”
“我请人家吃饭，也免不了喝酒吧？”
她拿出一条内裤套到屁股上，看了我一眼，“叫代驾呗！多大点事？”
“那你怎么不叫代驾？”对于她的理所当然，我有些不满。
家里有辆宝马三系轿车，一般都归江美云开。我平时宅在家里，很难用到车，也就是给她当司机时，或者替她做保养、修车什么的，才会开一开。
江美云戴上了奶罩，一边扣后置搭扣一边说道：“你成天闲在家里，这点事都不愿做吗？”

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送江美云的路上，果然下起了雨，而且越下越大。
把江美云送到饭店大门外放下，我又开往和那位画商吃饭的地方。这些年我的画越来越难卖，于是找过一些画商，希望能把我的画放到他们的画廊寄卖，总比自己找销路好得多。
可那些画商个个盛气凌人、趾高气扬，不是把我的画贬得一钱不值，就是开出的分成比例极低，简直是侮辱人。
我一气之下，决定不再自取其辱。这次之所以又见画商，是因为赵建国介绍的，那人是他的朋友，据说他的画廊在业界颇有些名气，如果我的画能得到他的推介，一定能打开销路。
雨越下越大。开到一个车不算多的路段，由于前面有红绿灯，走走停停。我看了下时间，还比较充裕，应该来得及。之前赵建国提醒我，一定不要迟到了，绝对不能让人家先到等我。
我又想到了江美云屁股上的那些巴掌印，寻思会是谁打上去的呢？
我这已不是第一次怀疑江美云出轨了。这几年她呆在外面的时候很多，经常很晚才回家，也很爱打扮。有时打个电话、发个微信也老避着我，跟我做爱时也挺冷淡的。
种种迹象表明，她很可能有了外遇。我之所以一直没有跟她摊牌，也没有想过跟她离婚，是因为我们当初是如此地相爱，她那时对我的才华也很欣赏，跟现在对我画画的态度截然不同。
再加上自打她二十九岁那年因为我的原因流产后，我们一直没有孩子，也让我觉得挺对不起她的。所以我一直渴望能够再度成功，向她证明自己，让她分享到我成功的果实。而在此之前，她有外遇就有了吧！权当是对她的补偿。
正当我思绪纷扰之时，忽然感觉车尾被后车撞了一下，在心里骂道，妈的，这个追尾事故来得真不是时候，回头不仅要被老婆骂，耽搁了和画商见面就事大了。
我下车撑起伞，来到车尾一看，还好，后保险杠被稍微撞凹了一点进去，脱了一些漆，不算太严重。
所幸处在最右边的那条道上，我们这两辆车后面的那些车纷纷打着左转弯灯，借道从我们的身旁开过。
我指向追我尾的那辆奔驰glc城市suv的驾驶位，又向回勾了勾手指，示意司机下车解决问题。
从奔驰glc的驾驶位上下来了一个女的，二十六七岁的样子，穿着一件吊带连衣超短裙，长得很漂亮，一头染成浅栗色的中短发非常的时尚、好看，身材也特别好，目测净身高不低于一米六八。
“对不起、对不起，是我不小心……”女郎一下车就抱歉道。
我见她没打伞，头发和身上都淋湿了，只好将伞往她那边移了移，帮她遮雨。她道了一声谢。
“你怎么搞的？这车速也不快啊！你还追我的尾？”我埋怨道。
“您刚才踩了一脚刹车，我来不及了嘛？”
“哦，怪我啰？我前面的车急刹，我能不踩吗？你开车不得跟前车保持合理的车距啊？驾校的教练没教过你吗？”
“实在是对不起，给您添麻烦了……”女郎解决问题的态度还是很诚恳的，“要不这样，下这么大的雨，我也不报警、不找保险公司了，您看我该陪您多少，您说个数。”
我又看了看损伤情况，思索了一下，说道：“您拿两千吧？这事咱就算两清了。”
“两千？”女郎蛮惊讶的，好似我在敲她的竹杠，“您这车，也就破了点漆，凹了点进去，就算后保险杠全喷，也要不了两千啊！”
“您说得对，钣下金、喷喷漆是要不了两千，可万一要是保险杠被撞破了呢？现在也看不出来不是？换整根保险杠的话，您这两千不够，我还得自己贴钱。行了，我也不跟您多说、多要，不用换保险杠算我白捡，如果需要换我也不找您麻烦了，就当我吃点亏。您说是这么个理儿不？”
女郎想了想，同意了，“行，就按您说的办。”
她转身从车里取出手机，回到我的伞下，将修车费通过扫微信收款码转给了我。
“不好意思，给您添麻烦了。”
“没事，以后开车小心些。”
解决完问题，女郎向她的车走去，我上车之前，发现奔驰glc的右前部有明显的塌陷，脱口说道：“你右前轮是不是瘪了？”
“什么？”女郎不解地看向我。
我又提醒了她一次，她走到车的右前方弯腰一看，说道：“还真是呢！咋办啊？”
她说着又看向我，一脸的为难。我知道，换轮胎这种脏活、累活对于女人来说，是比较困难一些，尤其是现在还下着大雨。
如果换着平时，她长得那么漂亮，我肯定愿意助人为乐，可今儿不成，我还得赶去跟画商见面呢？这关系到我以后的饭碗。
面对女郎求助的目光，我走过去把伞递给她，说道：“赶紧换备胎吧？别耽搁了，伞给你。”
她接过伞，无奈地说道：“我怎么还给你呢？”
“一把伞而已，不用了。我约了人，快迟到了，实在帮不了你。”
我说着上自己的车，她对我说了一声“谢谢”。
往前开了一段，看着前赴后继倾泻到前挡风玻璃上、又不断被雨刮奋力刮开的雨水，我一咬牙，找了个能调头的地方往回驶去。
我在心里说，雨这么大，甭说女人了，就是男人也挺难的，再说我这人也见不得女人落难。
我给那位画商打了个电话，对方说他快到包房了。我连忙对他解释，跟他说路上遇到了点事，很快会赶过去。他没说什么，让我快点，明显有些不悦。我也顾不了那么多了。
开回到刚才出事的路段，看到对向马路上，那辆奔驰glc仍孤零零地停在雨中，没有看到那个女的。我心说莫非她在车上躲雨？
又掉了个头，驶近时才看到那个女郎正站在车旁，弯腰使劲压套筒扳手，一副很吃力的样子。车的右前部已被千斤顶顶了起来，我的那把伞撑在地上。
我下了车，向女郎走去，发现她身上的连衣裙已经被雨淋湿透了，紧紧地贴在身上，肌肤和胸罩、内裤都显露了出来，煞是诱人。街边有不少路过的男人，无不向她投去偷窥的目光。
“大哥，您怎么又回来了？”女郎看到我后，直起身体对我笑道，面露诧异和惊喜之色。
我尽量不往她的身上看，走过去说道：“我来吧！”
“谢谢您了！”女郎笑道，站到了一边，拿起地上的伞撑到我头上。
我一边拆卸轮胎螺丝，一边看了她一眼，说道：“你还是去车上吧？我没事。”
她也觉察到了自己的春光外泄，脸一红，笑了笑说道：“我没关系，你别淋湿了才好。”
到了这时，她已不再对我称“您”了。我心说，这姑娘还挺仗义的。
雨停了，我也拆卸完了螺丝，又取下被扎的轮胎，对女郎说道：“车上有水吗？”
“有啊！”她应道，从后备箱里取了一瓶矿泉水递给我。
我摊开双手，微微笑道：“我手脏。”
她对我嫣然一笑，拧开瓶盖准备喂我喝水。我说道：“我不是要喝水，是想让你帮我洗手，以免待会儿取备胎的时候，弄脏了你的后备箱。”
女郎“哦”了一声，笑了下，拿着矿泉水瓶往我手上淋水。由于她娇躯微伏，胸前的春光闯入了我的视线。我心想，别看她那么苗条，胸还蛮大的，典型的胸大腰细。
我只看了一眼，就把目光移到手上，以免被她察觉到。
洗完手以后，我从后备箱里取出备胎安到轮毂上，然后上螺丝、紧螺丝，放千斤顶，再次紧固螺丝，装上轮毂盖，所有的步骤和动作都一气呵成，而又有条不紊。
女郎一直在旁边看着我，直到我把换下来的轮胎和千斤顶、套筒扳手等工具放进后备箱的下面，她拍手笑道：“你好棒！真是太谢谢你了。”
我心里蛮得意的，不动声色地微笑道：“没什么，小事情。”
“今天要是没有你，我真的不知道该怎么办？”
她再次拿起矿泉水瓶帮我洗手，洗完后又递了一瓶给我。我想都没想，接过来就拧开瓶盖喝了一大口。
七月初的深圳，虽然刚下过雨，仍然让人湿热难当，我刚才忙活了一通，正口渴得紧。
我咽下水，发现女郎正笑盈盈地看着我，问道：“怎么啦？”
“你也帮我洗手啊！”她笑道，刚才我帮她之前，她的手也弄得有点脏了。
“哦，不好意思。”我抱歉地说道。
“没关系。”她又是嫣然一笑，向我伸出双手。
我开始往她手上淋水。这次她比刚才俯得更低，连衣裙上面的开口隙得更大了，那对兜在奶罩里的浑圆丰乳微微晃动，中间夹着一条深沟，非常地诱人。
我暗暗赞叹，真是一对极品咪咪，好想摸几把、亲两口。
如果说之前在家里，我无意中窥到赵冰洁的走光时，还蛮自责的，那么对于这个我刚刚帮过的、素昧平生的成年女性，则完全没有心理障碍了。妈的，白看白不看。
此时，我真想一猛子扎进那条深沟里。这让我想到了徐志摩《再别康桥》里的那句——在康河的柔波里，我甘愿做一条水草。
我甚至觉得，如果下辈子转世，当一个维多利亚的秘密，遇到这样的女主岂不美死？

4、
正在浮想联翩之时，女郎直起了身体，看向我。我赶紧将色迷迷的目光往回收，可已经来不及了。
她的脸红了一下，手伸到背后将连衣裙往下拽了拽。我一时尴尬不已。
女郎又一次向我道谢，还说请我吃饭，以示感谢。如果不是因为有重要的事，我还真想跟她吃饭，跟这么一位大美女共进晚餐，对于男人来说求之不得。
糟了！我猛然想起，只顾着英雄救美，顺带欣赏大好春光，把那位画商忘到九霄云外了。耽搁到这会儿，可能那位爷已在饭店包房等得不耐烦了吧？
赶紧拿出手机拨了过去。果然，那厮相当地不高兴，问我什么时候能到？我只得如实相告，大概还有二三十分钟。我这样说，已经打过折扣了。
那厮一听，当即说道：“小陈，既然你那么忙，我看还是算了吧？别来了。”
我忙不迭地道歉、解释，又跟他说，“黄总，您要吃什么先点，您先吃着、喝着，我请客，立马就到。”
对方冷笑道：“陈画家，只怕你是不知道，我的时间宝贵得很，耽误不起。本来今天我是不打算来的，完全是看在赵建国的面子上。既然你没有诚意，我对赵总也算有个交待了，就这样，再见。”
“黄总、黄总……”我连声喊道，电话那头传来忙音。
看着垂头丧气的我，女郎已猜到了七八分，怯怯地问道：“怎么啦？我耽搁你的事了吗？”
我懊丧地摇了摇头，笑了一下，“没事，不关你的事。”
她很不安，说道：“对不起啊！哥，都是我不好，把你的事搅黄了。”
我苦笑道：“都说了，跟你没关系，别自责。”
“要不这样？”女郎忽然笑道，“反正你跟朋友也见不成了，我请你吃饭。”
“算了，一点小事，何足挂齿？”我婉拒。虽然美色当前，可我还没好色到没心没肺的程度，在心里为失去了一次难得的机会惋惜，并且不知怎么跟赵建国交待？
她“哦”了一声，似乎有些失望，又说道：“今天你不方便的话，那就改天吧？成吗？到时我联系你。”
“再说吧！”我已有些心不在焉。
在女郎的要求下，我和她互加了微信好友，这才各上各车。
临上车前，女郎说她过两天联系我，还嘱咐我，如果修车的钱不够，尽管跟她说。我跟她挥手告别，将车开走了。
次日，江美云问我昨晚跟画商见面的情况，我只得跟她实话实说了。这婆娘一听就火大，说什么人家建国为了帮你，没少动用自己的人脉，好不容易给你找了个靠谱的主，你却连面都没跟人家见上，你让建国的面子往哪搁？总之，把我一通好训。
我也就听着，一句嘴不还，任由那婆娘河东狮吼。她骂累了也就消停了，最后说了一句，往后你的事，老娘再不管了，人建国也不会管你了，你以后是死是活就这么地吧！
两天后，我在微信里联系了那个女郎，让她给我个地址，我把修车的发票寄给她，还将多出来的一千块钱给她转了过去。
女郎没收，打过来问我什么意思？我说修车就花了一千块，多出来的得退你。她笑道：“你不是说少了你自己贴，多了当白捡吗？怎么这会儿说话不算数了？”
我笑道：“给你开玩笑的，你还当真了？当时我只是怕你赔的钱不够而已。既然是这样，君子爱财取之有道，这钱我不能要。”
“你这人还挺实在的……”她又笑道，“但你那天帮了我，还为此耽搁了自己的事，我这心里一直过意不去，这钱就当我补偿你……当然，可能对于你的损失来说微不足道，就当我感谢你，聊表谢意吧？”
我坚持不要，她只好说道：“行了，不要就不要，跟钱有仇似的。不过你得答应我，让我请你吃饭，否则这钱我指定退给你。”
我答应了，她很高兴，趁热打铁，“那就今晚，怎样？不许拒绝。”
我说今晚真不行，我已约了朋友，她说真的假的？我说真的，没骗你。我确实没骗她，因为赵建国约我跟他的几个朋友一起吃饭。用赵建国的话来说，别他妈老宅在家里，多认识几个朋友，只有好处没有坏处。
女郎又一次失望，只好跟我说下次绝对不许拒绝她了。我又向她要地址，她说开车过来找我，叫我发个地址给她。
那天下午五点多，女郎开着她的那辆已修好的奔驰glc，来到了我所住小区大门外的马路边。
“哥，你不是说要出去吃饭吗？去哪？我送你。”交接完发票，女郎热情地邀请我上车。
我说不用，地铁站就在附近，很方便。
“你帮了我这么大的忙，就让我送送你呗？”
我说真的不用，太麻烦你了。她娇媚地看了我一眼，“你个大男人，还怕我吃了你啊？上车。”
相处到这会儿，虽只是第二次见面，女郎跟我已很熟了似的。面对这样一个大美女的热情邀请，我又怎么拒绝得了？
车上，我们聊了起来，还聊得挺热络，就像认识多年的熟人。她叫高艺娜，出生于一九九一年，今年二十七岁，开了两家咖啡店。
我在心里寻思，她这么年轻就当老板了，还开这么好的车，再看她身上穿的、戴的，以及随身的包，估计不是家里有钱，就是被有钱人包养了。
高艺娜问我是干什么的，我说我是画画的。她呵呵笑道：“原来你是个画家啊！”
我苦笑了一下，“不是什么人都能称家的，我就是个画画的。”
她再次娇媚地看了我一眼，“好啦！你那么谦虚干嘛？我又不会傍你。”
她的姿态、她的话语，让我不禁有些心荡神驰。
我发觉她不仅长得美，还有几分轻熟的风韵，实在是迷人至极。
到了后，高艺娜俯身对站在右前车门外的我说道：“浩言哥，改天请你吃饭哦！”
我和她才刚认识，她就如此亲热地称呼我，让我颇有些受宠若惊，同时也美滋滋的。
我笑道：“不用了吧？一点小事情而已。”
“回头我联系你，拜拜。”高艺娜扔下这句话以后，开车离去了。
看着奔驰glc城市suv绝尘而去的背影，我还有点发懵。就这样和一个有颜有钱的极品轻熟美女偶遇并认识了？顿时有一种宛若梦中的感觉。
不过话说回来，我这样一个落魄的中年大叔，还能对人家抱有不切实际的幻想吗？刚才她说请我吃饭，也不过是出于客气随口说说的吧？
“嘿！看什么呢？”
身后的一声喊，打断了我的遐想和自嘲。
我回头一看，赵建国正站在我身边。他揽住我的肩头，看着渐行渐远的奔驰glc，说道：“都开走那么远了，还看呐？”
我问他怎么在这儿？他说刚下出租车，就看到我从一个美女的车上下来，还跟她话别。
因为待会儿少不了要喝酒，所以我们都没有开车。当然，我是无车可开，家里的那辆车，一般都是江美云在开。
“我说你小子可以啊！泡了个这么正点的妞？”赵建国嬉笑道。
“你想哪去了？我才刚跟人家认识。”
“刚认识就叫你浩言哥，还要请你吃饭？我怎么碰不到这种好事呢？说来听听。”
我就把之前帮高艺娜换轮胎的事给这家伙说了。赵建国笑道：“敢情那天你就是为了这个妞放了人老黄的鸽子啊？你这边助人为乐，回头人家该以身相许了吧？”
我说道：“怎么什么事到你小子嘴里，就变味了呢？”
他又说道：“既然都送到这儿了，干嘛不叫人家一起吃饭？”
我说道：“我才认识她多久？吃你个大头鬼。”
我俩说着话往饭店里走，赵建国向我询问那天第一次给赵冰洁辅导的情况。我对他如实相告，当然省去了我偷窥他女儿春光的环节，否则这厮非打死我不可。
这时我不由得暗叹，这几天是不是走桃花运了？先后遭遇大小两个美女，都是各自年龄段的极品。
赵建国拍着我的肩说道：“兄弟，我闺女就交给你了，多费心。”
“放心好啦！我会用心教的。”我说道，“而且冰洁很听话也很聪明，是个好学生。”
一起吃饭的，是赵建国的三个狐朋狗友。酒过三巡，趁那仨喝得正起劲，赵建国对我说道：“之前给你说的那事，考虑得怎样了？”
我迟疑了一下，说道：“我想来想去，这事还是算了吧？”
“你是不是觉得，教小孩子画画大材小用，委屈你这个大画家了？”
赵建国介绍我给他一个朋友的小孩当家教，对方出的课时费还挺高。但我觉得教一个毫无基础的小学生从零开始，并非我所长，再说我也没有那种耐心，所以不太愿意。
他见我没说话，又说道：“教谁不是教？你能教冰洁，为什么不能教别的孩子？再说了，你不得替人家美云想想啊？她一个女人，在外面这么辛苦……”
我说道：“你让我再考虑、考虑……”
“唉！你这人……行了，喝酒。”赵建国说着，端起了酒杯。

5、
吃过晚饭，几个人准备去洗浴中心。我悄悄跟赵建国说，“你们去玩，我就不去了吧？”
那厮说道：“自古以来男人都是饱暖思淫欲，走吧！又不用你花钱。”
我问道：“你这样到处玩女人，就不怕被敏婷发现？”
崔敏婷是一个非常能干的女人，她曾在韩国当过芭蕾舞演员，来中国跟赵建国结婚生女后，在深圳创办了自己的音乐舞蹈艺术培训中心。
“人生苦短，及时行乐嘛！哪那么容易就给发现了？”赵建国说道。
有时候我觉得他俩真的不是一路人，一个痞子气十足，说穿了就是有文化的流氓，另一个优雅温婉，真不知道两人是怎么成为的夫妻？而且是崔敏婷大老远地从韩国跑来嫁给赵建国，真他妈邪了。
来到洗浴中心，我们先泡了会儿澡，又蒸了桑拿，然后开了两间包房。赵建国的三个朋友一间房，他和我一间房。
我有点吃惊，问道：“在一间房里做啊？”
赵建国瞥了我一眼，“不然呢？多新鲜似的。”
我倒不是觉得难为情，而是这些年我那个地方时灵时不灵的，屡有发挥不佳的时候，这也是江美云对我不满的原因之一。我担心在赵建国跟前丢丑。
进了包房没多一会儿，来了两个技师，一个东北的，一个四川的。俩技师脱光以后，对我们说道：“哥哥，洗个澡呗？”
东北大妞二十几岁，长得高挑丰满、胸大臀翘，四川小妞二十出头，身材娇小不少，胸和屁股也要小一些，各自的那个地方芳草萋萋。
赵建国说道：“来这儿还能没洗澡？放心好了，哪儿哪儿都已洗得干干净净的。”
“那我们去洗了。”两个技师说着，进了包房里的浴室。
浴室和卧室之间只隔着一面透明的玻璃墙，里面的一切都被我们看得清清楚楚。两个技师在我们的注视下，一边洗澡一边说说笑笑。
她俩洗完出来，赵建国选了东北大妞，他就喜欢有肉的。
两个技师开始为我们服务，流程蛮细致的，波推、臀推、漫游、毒龙，做完背面做正面。
赵建国让东北大妞给他口了会儿，就跟她做了起来。我虽然很爽，但因为有些紧张，那玩意始终无法完全勃起，四川小妞吐出我的老二，气喘吁吁地说道：“哥哥，你是不是这几天做多了？我都给你吹了那么久了，你还硬不起来？”
我囧得不行，悄悄看了一眼旁边床上的赵建国，他正跟东北大妞干得起劲，可能没有注意到我们这边。
四川小妞又说道：“要不你给我舔舔？说不定就硬了。”
我说也行。四川小妞于是躺在了床上，张开两条大腿，我伏下去，在她那里上下其嘴。
“啊！好爽，哥哥，你的口活好好……”四川小妞浪叫道。
我很快就硬了，戴上套子插了进去。包房里，两个技师的叫床声此起彼伏、不绝于耳。
赵建国用了三个姿势，东北大妞被他干得呼天抢地，还直说好舒服、要死了。看她那个样子，八成不是装的，而是真的有了高潮，而且还不止一次。
赵建国后入东北大妞的时候，一边干一边用力拍打她的那对大白臀，打得啪啪作响。那一瞬间，我仿佛看到跪趴在床上任由赵建国从后面干她的，不是东北大妞，而是我老婆江美云。我在心里咯噔了一下。
我不知道四川小妞到高潮没有，尽管她也一直嗯嗯啊啊个不停，但没有东北大妞叫得那么欢畅。
做完第一次，东北大妞躺在床上娇喘吁吁，嚷道：“哎呀！我的妈呀！大哥，你老厉害了，爽死我了。”
Zhao Jianguo's smugness was palpable. Since it was an all-nighter, the two technicians hadn't left. The Sichuan girl asked if we wanted some late-night snacks; they were all free. Zhao Jianguo said sure! The Sichuan girl then used the phone in the private room to call for snacks to be delivered.
The two technicians picked up our cigarettes and started smoking, chatting with us as they did so. They complimented Zhao Jianguo and me, saying we were in great shape, a rare sight among people our age.
That's true. Zhao Jianguo and I are both over 1.75 meters tall, with Zhao Jianguo being three centimeters taller than me. We don't have the typical middle-aged man's greasiness at all; our muscles are firm and well-proportioned. This is all the result of our long-term commitment to fitness.
After having a late-night snack and resting for a while, we started the second round. This time, we switched technicians; Zhao Jianguo went with the Sichuan girl, and I went with the Northeastern girl. By this time, I was completely relaxed, and as my confidence grew, my penis started to perform well.
The Sichuan girl was also being fucked so hard by Zhao Jianguo that she kept screaming and saying she was having an orgasm. The feeling of doing it in the same room was so exciting; I ejaculated before Zhao Jianguo.
Seeing that I had ejaculated, Zhao Jianguo became even more vigorous. The Sichuan girl screamed repeatedly, her voice trembling with sobs, and kept saying, "Shoot it in me, shoot it in me, please shoot it in me."
Seeing the Sichuan girl's desperate state, I was filled with admiration, envy, and jealousy for Zhao Jianguo...
I took a shower in the bathroom, then came out and picked up my clothes to put them on. Zhao Jianguo asked, "What? Are you leaving?"
As I got dressed, I said, "If I don't come home tonight, won't Meiyun keep asking me all sorts of questions?"
“That’s true, you’re not like me, you can’t use business trips as an excuse. Fine, I’ll take two of you.” Zhao Jianguo said, with one arm around each of them.
He then smiled at the two technicians and said, "How about I take care of both of you by myself tonight?"
"Oh, you're so annoying!" the two technicians giggled.
Sitting in the taxi, I thought of the handprint on Jiang Meiyun's buttocks again, wondering if Zhao Jianguo had made it.
But then I thought, there are plenty of men who like to spank women while having sex, and Zhao Jianguo isn't the only one. Why overthink it?
In the days that followed, Zhao Bingjie came to my house to give lessons every day, and we began to interact as teacher and student.
In addition to providing her with professional guidance in art, I also taught her art history. From the Renaissance to modern art, from Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo to Van Gogh, Picasso, Monet, and Ingres, from "Mona Lisa" and "David the Alchemist" to "Sunflowers," "Women of Algiers," "Water Lilies," and "The Source," from the Classical period to Impressionism, Fauvism, Neoclassicism, and so on.
My purpose in telling her these things was mainly to improve her art literacy.
Although Zhao Bingjie didn't understand some parts, she still listened with great interest. At that time, I didn't expect that it was during her time learning to paint with me that she truly fell in love with art, and that a few years later she would become a rising star in the Korean art world. This was due not only to her own talent and hard work, but also to this experience.
As we spent more time together, the distance between us narrowed considerably.
Sometimes we also talk about our lives. Zhao Bingjie told me that when she was a child, her parents were busy with their careers and rarely spent time with her, so she basically grew up with her maternal grandparents.
Once her parents' careers stabilized, her mother was busy helping her uncle take care of his son, spending a lot of time with her younger brother and still neglecting to spend time with her. Because of her introverted personality, she didn't have many friends and sometimes didn't even have anyone to talk to.
After listening to her words, I realized that although Zhao Jianguo and Cui Minting provided their daughter with excellent material conditions, they actually showed her very little care. No wonder when I met Zhao Bingjie before, I always felt that this post-2000s girl seemed a bit melancholy; it seems there was a reason for it.
During this time, I thought of that mature and beautiful woman named Gao Yina more than once. She hasn't contacted me since that day. I wonder if she's just too busy? Or perhaps what she said that day was just talk, and I shouldn't take it seriously.
Even so, I still can't help but look forward to seeing Gao Yina again.
One day at noon, I went out for lunch. Because Jiang Meiyun was rarely home during the day, and I was too lazy to cook for myself, I sometimes ate outside the neighborhood and sometimes ordered takeout.
As soon as I got home, I saw Zhao Bingjie waiting there. She was wearing a light yellow, wide-shouldered, mini-dress, which made her long legs stand out, and she looked like a beautiful young woman.
"Uncle Chen, why are you only coming back now?" The little girl frowned as soon as she saw me, stomping her feet back and forth on the ground, looking impatient.
I understood immediately; she needed to pee.
"I'm so sorry, Bingjie, there were a lot of people eating earlier, so I had to wait a while." I apologized as I opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Zhao Bingjie rushed in, changed into slippers, and ran to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of urination came from inside.
I smiled slightly, went into the studio, and sat down at the easel to paint. I've taken on a few jobs recently, though none of them are things I enjoy painting. Ideals are important, but making a living is even more important.
Zhao Bingjie stayed in the bathroom for quite a while before coming out. Her pretty face was slightly flushed, and she pulled down her skirt with both hands. She glanced at me and sat down in front of her easel.
I picked up a plate full of apples, placed it on the high stool, and said to Zhao Bingjie, "Bingjie, you will copy this today."
"Okay," the little girl replied, not daring to look at me.
I felt that this girl was acting a little strange, so I started talking to her about some lighthearted topics, and she relaxed after that.
After she had been drawing for a while, I went over to her side, looked at her drawing board, gave her some pointers, and said, "You're drawing well. You've made great progress lately!"
During this process, as usual, I peeked at her cleavage through the slit in her mini dress.
Zhao Bingjie smiled happily at me. I patted her on the back of the head and said, "Keep up the good work."
"Okay, sure," she nodded in response.
After I sat down, she smiled at me again and said, "Uncle Chen, since they've improved, is there a reward? Hehe..."
I thought for a moment, then smiled at her and said, "How about this? We can find some time next week, and I'll take you out for sketching, okay?"
"Really?" Zhao Bingjie looked at me with surprise.
I hummed in agreement and nodded seriously to her. She giggled again and turned back to continue drawing.
I think I quite like this girl, and I'm happy if I can make her happy.

(To be continued)

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