A woman's mole - (Thirty-four)

"Kiss me!" Gu Xuan said, her eyes reddening.
The airport waiting hall was bustling with people. I glanced around and felt a little awkward.
"Kiss me!" she shouted, then stood on tiptoe, her lips, which had become slightly swollen from my sucking over the past two days, getting closer and closer to me.
"I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave!" she murmured as she passionately returned my kiss.
"I can't bear to part with you either!" I stroked the skin on my back that the dress couldn't cover; it was so smooth and soft.
"I'll miss you!" Her eyes filled with tears, glistening like the surface of a lake after a rain.
"I'll come see you!" I wiped away her tears, but they fell like pearls from a broken string, so fast that I couldn't keep up.
The hug ended when the security check announcement came.
"I'm leaving..." She stood there like a lonely winter plum blossom, waving her small hand in the air.
"Be careful! Call me when you arrive!"
As I stepped out of the airport, a light drizzle began to fall from the Shanghai sky, and the gloomy clouds mirrored my own heartache.
I stubbed out my cigarette hard, stretched, and felt a little sore. Yeah, I've been making love with Gu Xuan these past two days; it seems she's trying to exhaust her desires for the next few years in just a few short days.
Two months after leaving school, I felt my physical strength had declined, and I thought I should start exercising.
I hailed a taxi, and the driver asked me where I was going.
I thought for a moment but didn't know where to go, so I said, "You drive first."
Finally, after circling the airport, I got off at the train station next door. I think I heard the driver mutter something like, "Is he crazy?"
On Teacher's Day, I wrote a greeting card by hand and sent it to Teacher Zeng. That evening, I received a call from her, and she laughed and said, "You rascal, what made you think of writing a greeting card...?"
I told you that I only sent it to you; the other teachers sent text messages.
She laughed heartily on the phone, saying, "You've got a conscience!" Then she asked me, "How have you been lately? Is work going well?"
I said, "It's great. I'm in the adjustment phase and I really like this job."
She told me to work hard, and that if I wanted to come back for graduate school, her door would always be open for me. Then she asked me when I would come back to visit.
I thought about it and said, "Let's take a holiday in a couple of days."
I looked at Guo Ying walking towards me and felt like I didn't recognize her at all. At 20 years old, she was like a willow branch sprouting in spring, the childishness fading from her face, leaving behind a faint charm.
"Brother, you're here!" She didn't immediately take my arm and snuggle up to me like she used to. I looked at her lightly made-up face, my mind a little dazed. Was this still the cute cousin I knew?
"You're all dressed up so nicely, what are you planning to do?" I asked with a smile.
"Isn't it pretty?" she grinned happily. "Hehe..."
"Let's go eat!" I stretched out my hand, but it stopped in mid-air.
She smiled slightly, brushed past my hand, took my arm again, rested her head on my shoulder, and blinked her eyes, saying, "Let's go..."
"Brother, how is your wife doing in America?" Guo Ying asked me during dinner.
"She said it was fine, but I know she was mostly just trying to comfort me, sigh..." I said, pursing my lips as if I had a toothache.
"Do you miss her?" she winked at me.
"Of course I want to! I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it!" I rolled my eyes at her.
"Giggle..." She covered her mouth and laughed, "Alone in an empty room..."
"I'm in a relationship..." she said softly, cutting her steak with her head down.
"Huh?" I looked up in surprise, staring at the small hand holding the knife and fork, finding what I had just heard strange.
"I said I'm in love!" she said, pouting.
"Why?" I asked, wiping my mouth.
"..." She glared at me fiercely, a blush rising to her cheeks, and scolded, "What? Why? Do you need to ask why in a relationship?"
"..." I was speechless for a moment.
I don't know why I lost my composure so much after hearing about her relationship. It was as if in my mind she would always be that little girl with two braids, giggling at me. The thought that her hand might have been held by another man, that she might have lost her first kiss, and that one day soon she might become someone else's wife, made me a little jealous.
My loss of composure at that moment, and my question "Why?", caused her to misunderstand and made her feel very embarrassed.
"Oh, no, no, I mean when did this happen?" I shook my head, quickly banishing some thoughts from my mind, took a sip of water to cover my embarrassment, and asked.
"We officially became a couple during the summer vacation, but actually he's been pursuing me for a long time. You won't blame me for keeping this from you, will you...?" she said, blushing and pouting.
"No, no, it's not my fault!" I chuckled, but the smile was forced and my lips were stiff. "What's wrong with him?"
"One of my seniors, he's quite tall, oh, about the same height as you, hehe..." She looked at my drooping lips, reached out and tugged at my arm, saying coquettishly, "And he's a nice guy too, handsome, only a little bit better looking than you, hehe..."
"A senior?" I lit a cigarette and took a drag.
"Yeah, he's a year older than me, and I feel really safe with him. He's also very good to me... What do you think?" She looked at me expectantly.
"How would I know? I don't know anything about him, I just heard you praising him to the skies..."
"How annoying! I'm just telling the truth! Humph! I'm ignoring you!" she pouted and said angrily.
"When can I meet him?" I wasn't entirely at ease; I needed to see him for myself.
"Oh, okay."
"I'll go back the day after tomorrow morning, and tomorrow noon? I have to meet a teacher tomorrow night."
"Let me ask..."
"He said he has something to do tomorrow..." Guo Ying said to me after hanging up the phone.
"Then next time."
"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" Teacher Zeng said, holding up a glass of water.
I glanced at the people in the room and felt like something was missing.
I consider myself half a student of Professor Zeng. Together with five or six graduate students who stayed on campus for the holiday, we stood up, clinked glasses, and said, "Happy Holiday!"
When I sat down again and put my hand on the armrest of the chair, I looked down and realized that I was missing a hand—no, I should say, that person's hand was missing.
The person who sat next to me at the dinner party a couple of years ago is gone. Sometimes that person would secretly place their hand on the back of my hand, it was cool...
Is she doing well now?
"Yan Ji is getting married today..." A voice suddenly rang in my ears.
I looked up blankly and realized it was Teacher Zeng who said it.
"She invited me, but I really can't get away; I have to go back to work later. This kid got married right after graduation..."
After that, I didn't hear what Teacher Zeng said clearly. All I could hear was the chanting, "Yan Ji is getting married today, Yan Ji is getting married today, Yan Ji is getting married today..."
She's getting married today, maybe the ceremony is happening right now, her hand is in his...
I drank the liquor in the glass in one gulp, and it felt very, very spicy.
"Didn't you go to Shanghai a couple of days ago? Didn't you see her?" Teacher Zeng asked me.
"Ah... no, I went and came back the same day, I really didn't contact her..." The alcohol was stimulating my nerves, my tongue was a little numb, but my mind was very clear.
Teacher Zeng gave me a reproachful look and said, "You, you're practically from the same school, and you go to her territory without even saying hello, really..."
I could only force a smile and say, "It's my fault, it's my fault, I'll correct it!"
I suddenly regretted not seeing Yan Ji when I went to Shanghai last time, at least before her wedding. But at that time, Gu Xuan had just left, and I was in pain, so I had no mind to think about these things.
Then I couldn't help but complain to her. Why didn't she tell me she was getting married? I live so close to Shanghai, practically next door—but the distance between her and me felt like the ends of the earth. I realized that we hadn't seen each other for almost a year.
Should I really see her next time I go? A married young woman? I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish the jumbled thoughts from my mind.

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