Thunder in summer, rain and snow in winter (A tragic fate in this era) (02)

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Chapter Two: The Great Heat, Hearts Burning Like Fire. The construction site at noon in summer is incredibly hot, something those in offices can hardly imagine—the ground is scalding hot, hot enough to cook an egg; the steel frames are scorching, and touching them barehanded could easily burn you; even the air is dry and hot, causing you to lose a lot of moisture with every breath. This is the time when workers take their lunch break, then resume work at 3 PM, thus avoiding the hottest part of the day. Workers are making their way from the perimeter of the site to the canteen in twos and threes. Most are shirtless, their skin tanned dark by the scorching sun, carrying work shirts that could be squeezed out of several kilograms of salt water with a single twist, laughing and joking with each other. "Dahu—, time to finish work, time to eat—" "Master Wang, you go ahead, I'll connect these wires first, almost done!" "Alright then… hurry up." Master Wang is the electrician on this construction site. Zhang Dahu started learning electrical work from him half a year ago, and in just a few months, he had already learned all of Master Wang's skills. But Zhang Dahu, as always, would help Master Wang whenever he had a spare moment. In this day and age, it's rare to see such a dedicated apprentice like Zhang Dahu. "Master Wang is lucky to have such a good apprentice as Dahu…" It was the carpenter, Old Li, who spoke, his words carrying a strange hint of sourness. "Tsk, you're making it sound like Dahu isn't your apprentice, Old Li…" Two years ago, Zhang Dahu had already become Old Li's apprentice to learn carpentry, and in just one year, he had surpassed his master. "That's right, that's right, Dahu isn't just your apprentice, he's our apprentice too." A group of middle-aged workers in their forties passed by, laughing and shouting together. Zhang Dahu has been working on the construction site for over three years and has mastered every trade, inside and out. "Dahu's a smart kid! So eager to learn! It's a pity, if he could go to school, he could probably get a PhD..." Old Wang said regretfully. "What's a pity? Dahu is filial and righteous, unlike most people. Which young person these days can compare? He'll make it big eventually, become a big boss, and hire ten or eight PhDs..." Old Li, who hadn't had much formal education but had spent so much time in society, held academic qualifications in utter contempt. "You! Humph..." Old Wang quickened his pace, no longer chatting with Old Li, and headed straight for the canteen. "Don't run away, Lao Wang. Has Da Hu been acting a bit strange these past few days?" "He's an adult now, of course it's different~" "Oh..." On the top floor of the newly built building, Zhang Da Hu finished connecting the last wire, packed up his tools, sat on a pile of bricks, looked down at the scattered figures on the construction site, watched the vehicles coming and going on the road, and gazed at the towering skyscrapers in the distance, and sighed deeply. It had been a week since that exhilarating sexual encounter. After that day, the dark-skinned, strong young man Zhang Da Hu finally understood the beauty of women and the pleasure of sex. But it was also during that joyful experience that Liao Dongmei's soft, warm embrace reminded him of two people hidden deep in his memory—his mother and older sister. It was a past he didn't want to recall. Zhang Da Hu's real age this year was sixteen, although his ID card said he was 18—lying about his age was an essential skill for teenagers from impoverished areas in the southwest and northwest who went out to work. In 2001, he was born in a Zhang family village deep in the mountains of the northwest. This place is poor, ignorant, and backward, far from the centers of civilization. Although it has escaped the ravages of war, for centuries it has relied on the whims of nature for its livelihood, becoming severely isolated from the outside world, as if from two different centuries. Leaving is the only chance for the people here to change their fate. No woman wants to marry into this place! The only ways for the people here to continue their bloodline and carry on the family line are through two methods: exchanging daughters for marriage or buying women from human traffickers! Zhang Dahu's mother was one of those trafficked women into the mountains! From a young age, Zhang Dahu grew up under his mother's tutelage, alongside his older sister. Yes, he had an older sister, two years his senior, named Zhang Zhaodi. The years following his birth were probably the happiest for his mother and sister. When Zhang Dahu was born, his grandfather, father, and uncle rejoiced that the Zhang family finally had an heir, and they took good care of his mother and sister, especially cherishing Zhang Dahu. Under his mother's loving care, Zhang Dahu grew stronger and stronger. Perhaps due to his innate talent, Zhang Dahu grew very quickly, reaching the size of a seven or eight-year-old by the age of three. With a chubby face and a mischievous nature, he perfectly embodied the "tiger" in his name. But what influenced Zhang Dahu's development even more was his mother teaching him Mandarin, literacy, and arithmetic, and instilling in him many principles of life: to be humble and eager to learn; to be honest and incorruptible; and to be grateful and repay kindness. From his mother's words, Zhang Dahu learned that there was a completely different world outside, and that only by venturing out could he change his destiny. Zhang Dahu didn't fully understand his mother's teachings, but being intelligent and perceptive, he knew they were all true, so he tried his best to act according to her advice. Unfortunately, his mother and sister's good days didn't last long. Perhaps because giving birth to Zhang Dahu exhausted their energy, they never had another child for him. At that time, Zhang Dahu didn't understand what it meant for his grandfather, father, and uncle to take turns sleeping in his mother's room every night. He only realized one day when he was four that his mother was starting to do more and more chores and had less time to spend with him. Later, his grandfather, father, and uncle started beating and scolding his mother more and more. Soon after, his older sister also started doing chores and stopped playing with him. Zhang Dahu didn't understand what was happening in the adult world, but to protect his mother and sister, he began a long-term "struggle" (misbehaving) against the ruling class of the family—his grandfather, father, and uncle. But the rough men of the mountains weren't like the city parents who spoiled their only child like "little emperors"; they only believed in one word—beating. So every time Zhang Dahu rebelled, he was met with a beating from his parents, often needing his mother and sister's protection to escape. However, corporal punishment doesn't produce "filial piety." A seed of rebellion had already been planted in young Zhang Dahu's heart: One day, I will lead my mother and sister out of the mountains! This obsession was deeply buried in Zhang Dahu's heart, growing with him. Soon, by the age of eight or nine, Zhang Dahu had reached a height of 1.4 meters, growing very strong, even taller and stronger than the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys in the village. Zhang Dahu stopped being mischievous and started working for the family early on, from helping with household chores to becoming proficient in all kinds of farm work. Zhang Dahu learned things very quickly and had extremely abundant physical strength. By the age of eleven, he had caught up with a strong laborer. Zhang Dahu's thinking at that time was very simple: since he couldn't rebel against his parents, if he did more work, his mother and sister would have to do less. Although those years were hard, talking and working with his mother and sister were rare warm memories for Zhang Dahu. But when he was eleven, even that warmth was gone. One night, a stranger came to the mountains, a middle-aged man with a full head of white hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a faded Zhongshan suit, and carrying an old-fashioned green military bag. He had come looking for his abducted daughter. When his mother saw him, she froze, crying and screaming, clinging tightly to him. It turned out this man was Zhang Dahu's maternal grandfather. Then, Zhang Dahu's grandfather killed his grandfather with a hoe, and together with Zhang Dahu's father and uncle, threw him off a cliff. Zhang Dahu's mother went mad. From then on, she was locked in the woodshed. Zhang Dahu felt his world had collapsed; why was the adult world like this? Fortunately, he still had his older sister. His sister, Zhang Zhaodi, inherited her mother's kind nature. She comforted the angry but still confused Zhang Dahu, and together they took care of the household chores and cared for their mentally unstable mother. Even so, his sister couldn't escape the fate of being exchanged for a wife. Two years later, after an argument between his father and uncle, his grandfather arranged for 15-year-old Zhang Zhaodi to be exchanged with the Zhu family, who were mountain herders, in exchange for the Zhu family's eldest daughter to become his uncle's wife. On the night of the arranged marriage, Zhang Dahu chased after his sister for a long time. But all his efforts were in vain; Zhang Dahu's strength was no match for the darkness of the mountains. He was utterly disillusioned with his family. He wanted to leave the mountains. He sought refuge with Dong Ge, a man from the neighboring village who had come to his hometown to recruit workers. On the day he left, he took nothing with him, as if he wanted to bury all his past in the deep mountains and never return! After three years away from home, Zhang Dahu was no longer the naive mountain boy he once was. But when his passionate lovemaking with Sister Mei reminded him of his mother's warm embrace, all the past came rushing back. In truth, he hadn't forgotten anything. Some of the unsolved mysteries from his childhood were now clear to him. However, the obsession he held as a child now caused him excruciating pain—to take his mother and sister out of those mountains—how could he forget his mother and sister in the mountains—how could he forget?! Damn it! Mother, are you alright? Sister, are you alright? Go back to the mountains, take Mother and sister out of the mountains! Under the scorching midday sun, the dark-skinned, burly young man, Zhang Dahu, gazed resolutely northwestward, as if a raging fire were burning within him, destined to engulf his distant hometown and burn everything to ashes. There were only a few trains a day to the northwestern mountain city, but Zhang Dahu, eager to return home, arrived at the train station early. His sudden departure surprised Dong Ge and Master Wang, who tried to persuade him to stay, but Zhang Dahu claimed his elderly relative was seriously ill and that his mind was made up. In the end, Dong Ge and the others had no choice but to let him go. Dong Ge not only paid Zhang Dahu's salary in advance...After receiving his wages and bonuses, Zhang Dahu and the other workers pooled their money for his travel expenses. Tears welled in Zhang Dahu's eyes when he received it, but he didn't refuse, knowing he would need the money to get back home and could only repay Dong Ge and the other workers later. With his savings from the past three years, Zhang Dahu had about 120,000 yuan. Next, he would use this money and his own wisdom to bring his mother and sister out of those mountains! "You heartless brat, you're leaving without even saying goodbye to your sister?" This strange yet familiar scolding startled Zhang Dahu from his deep thoughts. A woman dressed like a young woman from next door stood before him, her 1.7-meter frame accentuated by her five-centimeter platform shoes. Her shoulder-length black hair, parted in the middle, perfectly concealed her slightly chubby face. She wore no makeup, her face bare, with a few fine wrinkles and freckles clearly visible. A lake-green silk dress revealed her fair, smooth legs, and her unusually full breasts swayed gently before Zhang Dahu. This woman was none other than Liao Chunmei, with whom Zhang Dahu had shared a night. For every man, the first woman in his life holds special significance and is the most unforgettable, even if she was just a prostitute. But Zhang Dahu understood that this relationship was unlikely to continue; they were likely just passersby in each other's lives, especially since he now carried the fates of two other women who were the most important in his life. So, after that night of frenzied sex, the burly young man Zhang Dahu, though he had considered having something more with the older sister he felt so close to, reason prevented him from contacting the voluptuous, alluring woman with the unforgettable warm embrace. However, at this moment, that woman appeared before him. "Sister? Sister Mei! I… I am… I, I…" Zhang Dahu didn't know what to say. "They say a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, are you trying to deny it now?" "No, Sister Mei, I didn't! It's just…" "No? Then come with me!" The woman grabbed the bewildered boy and, with her luggage, headed towards the restroom in a corner. "Sister, this is the women's restroom?" "There's no one here, what are you afraid of?" The boy, still dazed, was led into the innermost stall of the women's restroom. The woman pushed the boy down onto the toilet, then unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, revealing the strange object that had once caused her so much pain. "You rascal, how could I have met such a nemesis! You'll ruin every woman who comes near you!" The woman half-squatted down, leaning closer to the boy's lower body. With a few light flicks and twists of her slender fingers, the boy's penis instantly hardened, standing erect at a 45-degree angle, even more robust and longer than during their first time together a few days ago. The boy's desires had been incredibly strong since his first sexual experience, but he had always suppressed them with his reason. However, with the woman's teasing, he could no longer suppress his thirst for her body. "Sister! I want it! I want you!" Looking at the burning desire in the boy's eyes, the woman knew time was limited, and she too had long since craved this sexual encounter. She quickly pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress, then lifted it up, revealing a fabric clinging to her waist. Underneath the dress, she wore only two white nipple covers and a very thin black thong. After removing her thong, the woman placed one hand on the boy's shoulder, pressing his head against her ample breasts. With her other hand, she parted her thighs, ignoring the fact that they weren't wet yet, and sat down on his erect penis. The boy, supporting himself on the woman's not-so-slender but smooth, white waist, buried his head in her breasts, breathing in the familiar scent that made his blood boil. The moment their genitals joined, they both let out a muffled groan. Then they began to copulate wildly, wanting to cherish the last moments before their separation. The boy's unusual penis seemed to know its way well, quickly filling the entire passage as soon as it entered the woman's vagina. "Ah, it's so full...so full..." The woman frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as the passage was still a bit dry. "Sister, don't worry, I'll make you feel great!" The boy, who had been naive a few days ago, had already gained a basic understanding of his superhuman sexual abilities. The boy's amazing member, amidst their frenzied thrusting, rubbed and expanded the woman's valley with its thick, veined base. The javelin-like glans repeatedly struck the deepest recesses of her valley, causing her to overflow with moisture in just a few strokes. "So heavy~, too hard~, easier~ easier~, hiss~" the woman cried out, her words incoherent. Her full breasts, with their purplish-red nipples swollen and erect, couldn't be covered by nipple covers. Zhang Dahu felt his penis tightly gripped by the woman's passage, warm and slippery, rising higher and higher, wanting to melt into this woman's body. He felt as if he had returned to his mother's embrace as a child. Zhang Dahu sucked hard on the woman's nipples, grasped her full, pert buttocks, and thrust upwards forcefully. The javelin-like glans once again opened the secret gate deep within the woman's passage, entering her womb, the vessel for future generations. "Ah—" the woman and the boy cried out simultaneously. Luckily, this was the most secluded corner of the entire station's restrooms, where almost no one passed by; otherwise, their frenzied sex would have been discovered long ago. The boy didn't stop; he grabbed the woman's discarded thong and stuffed it into her mouth, continuing his rapid thrusting. For a moment, the small space was filled only with the rapid breathing of the man and woman, the sounds of flesh colliding, and the gurgling of vaginal fluids flowing from their point of contact. "Mmm...hmm...mmm...uh—" The woman bit down tightly on her freshly removed, still-warm and wet thong, emitting seductive moans and whimpers, her voluptuous body rising and falling with the boy's thrusts. She was experiencing intense pleasure. In just a few strokes, this deep, uterine-penetrating, frenzied intercourse brought her to orgasm. Her vaginal fluids gushed forth. But the boy's relentless thrusting left her excited nerves unable to catch their breath between orgasms. Like a helpless boat in a storm, she was tossed and turned by wave after wave of raging waves, each orgasm followed by an even greater one, seemingly without end. The boy gripped the woman's fleshy, white buttocks tightly with both hands, tossing them upwards at a constant speed. With each toss, he thrust upwards with tremendous force, the violent impact turning her snow-white buttocks a deep pink, and the pubic hair, soaked with her juices, made a constant "sizzling" sound. The boy was blissful at this moment. This frenzied sex allowed him to temporarily set aside his worries and longing for his mother and sister back home, and relieved the desires that had accumulated over many days. With each thrust, the boy felt his penis penetrate deeper into the woman's body; each penetration was a new discovery. When his penis occupied the woman's uterus, it was as if he had completely conquered the woman on his body. This sense of conquest brought him far more pleasure than the frenzied intercourse itself. He would continue his attack, relentlessly, determined to bring this woman to utter ecstasy. If only his mother and older sister could experience such pleasure, a wicked thought suddenly flashed through the boy's mind. This thought was so wicked that even its fleeting appearance made his genitals suddenly more menacing, his attacks even more ferocious! The boy's sudden change left the already vulnerable woman utterly defenseless. Previously, she could still move her hips in rhythm with his attacks, but now, powerless to resist, she could only cling to his head, her body limp, completely at his mercy. She was too weak to bite down on her thong, too weak to scream, only able to let out a soft moan of utter submission with each thrust. The sound was so alluring, so seductive, coupled with her flowing black hair, her fair and rosy cheeks, and her seemingly watery phoenix eyes, making this woman, whose appearance was otherwise unremarkable, incredibly sexy, incredibly seductive. "I want her, I want to fuck her, I want to fuck her for the rest of my life." The boy felt a surge of intense desire to possess the woman before him for life. "Sister, I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you for life!" His movements grew increasingly violent. The woman didn't speak, only tightly embracing the boy's body, using her last strength to meet his thrusts. "Sister, stop doing that business of yours. Wait for me to come back, I'll marry you! I'll take care of you!" "Mmm!" The woman paused, her watery eyes suddenly blazing with intense light. The woman stretched her body during the boy's fierce thrusts, then looked directly into his eyes, before pressing her rosy lips heavily against his, passionately demanding a kiss. The boy had absolutely no kissing experience, completely guided by the woman into a tongue-playing game, but he kissed with such focus, learning with such earnestness. Because the boy knew that Liao Dongmei had promised to be his woman for life. The woman's kiss was tender and lingering, gently licking each of the boy's teeth, playfully enticing his tongue. The boy's kiss was domineering and intense, forcefully sucking on the woman's pink lips, constantly swallowing the juices from her mouth, and using his equally thick and long tongue to delve deep into her mouth, stirring the juices and reciprocating against her delicate tongue. The equally intense movements from top to bottom further fueled the boy's desire, and in just over forty minutes, he had brought the woman to orgasm seven or eight times.He also quickly reached his climax. The boy held the woman's waist tightly, his large scrotum pressed against her vulva, the thick base of his penis opening her vagina to its widest extent. The thick veins undulated continuously, the abundant ammunition being transported to the front lines, deep into her uterus, the glans fully open, spurts of semen hitting the woman's uterine walls with a series of thuds. The woman's body twisted and convulsed wildly, her already enormous breasts now swelling to an inhuman degree, the purplish-red nipples standing erect like small tomatoes on their peaks. The woman reached the peak of orgasm again, but this time it was so different, even her soul seemed to erupt with the fluids from her body. The boy and woman's essences converged in the woman's uterus, once again causing her belly to swell as if she were pregnant. Zhang Dahu finally boarded the departing train, but he already had a woman he cared about here. Liao Dongmei watched the departing train, filled with longing but also with anxiety. This time, she abandoned all reason again to pursue her own little happiness in life. Will she be hurt again? Sixteen years ago, the naive and romantic Liao Dongmei was captivated by the sweet words of an older man, prematurely tasting the forbidden fruit. At 17, she gave birth to a daughter for that man, only to be cruelly abandoned in the end. Liao Dongmei is also a strong woman. The sudden changes in her family at an early age instilled in her an indomitable spirit; the hardships of life could not break her. The year after giving birth to her daughter, she resolutely entrusted her daughter to her mother's care and then went south to Shenzhen to seek her fortune. She has been in this line of work for more than ten years, from being a shampoo girl to a KTV hostess, then a massage therapist, and now a prostitute. She has earned a lot of money, but she has sent almost all of it to her mother and daughter in her hometown in Northeast China, and has never returned home. She named her daughter Liao Shengnan, hoping that her daughter would grow up healthy and strong and bring her honor in the future. She doesn't want her sordid profession to affect her daughter in the slightest. So even though her mother called two years ago to say everything was over, that the family didn't need so much money anymore, and begged her to come home, she still didn't go back. What could she do if she went back? But now, she had actually agreed to reform herself and become his woman, a young man she had only met twice. She felt like she was going crazy. But these two passionate sexual encounters had completely conquered her body with this dark-skinned, strong young man. Perhaps Eileen Chang was right; the vagina is the passage to a woman's soul. Could a thirty-two-year-old reformed prostitute and a sixteen-year-old mountain boy have a future? Liao Dongmei no longer wanted to think about this question. She had lived a muddled life for decades; this time, she would live for herself. Even if she failed again, what could a woman who was already scarred and penniless be afraid of losing? My little man, come back quickly, your Mei-jie is waiting for you here! Under the scorching sun, the railway tracks stretched endlessly between heaven and earth, and the flames in the hearts of the young man on the train and the woman on the platform burned fiercely at the same time. [Last edited by Pipi Xia]
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