A son's perspective on his mother's life experiences (May 6th)

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(V) After a while of random thoughts, I randomly clicked on a few audio clips, most of which were my mother's everyday voices. I clicked on the last one, which was also recorded that day. It was a huge file, larger than all the previous videos combined. The beginning was a series of sounds of eating, cups, plates, and chopsticks, which seemed to be from when we were having dinner that night. During the meal, all I could hear was my mother urging me to eat, scolding me for not eating this or drinking that, and He's own breathing. How boring. He is really everywhere, even recording this kind of thing. "Do you have a girlfriend?" After a burst of noisy background noise, my mother's melodious voice came through clearly. It was clear that the environment was very quiet at the time. It was probably their conversation on the sofa that night. "No, Auntie, I'm not good enough. No girl likes me, hehe..." It was He's voice. "Who said that? With such good looks, how could no girl like you?" To be honest, my mother's tone of voice sometimes sounded a bit fake and affected. "Really, no, Auntie, I'm just average-looking... These days, girls all like rich men. I have no money or power, how can I expect anyone to like me..." He Yongxing was indeed insecure, and that wasn't a lie. "No, at your age, you should be enjoying the sweetness of love. Besides, my husband says your job is pretty good! You have potential, you're a rising star. He says you're just a little too quiet sometimes, you should try to express yourself more!" Mom was lying again. I'd heard Dad tell Mom more than once after the He family left that He Yongxing was indeed not very capable at work, lacked self-confidence, had no ambitions except for gambling, and despite his tall stature, he was cowardly and unlikely to amount to anything. "Did Uncle say that? Yes, I... I get nervous and don't know what to say. I only...
I only talk a lot with people after we're very familiar with each other..." "Hmm, I can see that. You're a good person, actually... I used to have a friend whose child had a similar personality to yours. He's about the same age as my son. He wasn't very talkative at first, but his mother took him around, and he gradually became more outgoing... I heard you sometimes gamble?" I was sure my mother didn't have such a friend; the last question was probably what she really wanted to ask. "Uh..." He Yongxing hesitated for a long time before whispering, "Sometimes I get the urge to play a few rounds." "
That won't do. That's too bad. Other shortcomings can be corrected, but gambling is like opium. You absolutely mustn't touch it! Your father works so hard in his business; don't let him down! If you get addicted to gambling, no girl will want you." My mother started lecturing again, but her tone wasn't serious at all. "Actually... I didn't gamble much... Auntie, I understand, I won't gamble anymore. My ex-girlfriend broke up with me because of that." "Oh, you've had girlfriends? I thought you were still a virgin! Hahaha..." Mom laughed heartily. "Hehe, I really... just normal dating, nothing... that..." "Oh! So you're really still a virgin? Hahaha... Hehe..." Mom seemed to suddenly become very happy, saying the word "virgin" without any restraint, seemingly mocking He Yongxing. Only the sound of a sofa and a long sigh from He Yongxing could be heard in the audio. He didn't respond for a long time. "You've only had this one girlfriend?" Mom broke the silence first. "Oh no, I've had two in total. My first love was very short, less than half a year before we broke up." "Why?" "Because she said I invaded her privacy, said I didn't respect her..." I was sure that at this point He had already regarded Mom as his mother and wouldn't lie. "Oh, what did you do? Snooped on her letters? Snooped on her phone? Aren't you being too controlling?" As someone with experience, Mom immediately knew what was going on. "Um... Auntie, you're amazing! That's it. She's very beautiful and has a wide social circle, so I'm really scared..." "You might be going too far. With relationships, the tighter you hold on, the easier it is to lose them. You need to respect other people's privacy, respect their independent space and time. Don't put too much pressure on a girl. You need to understand that although love is about mutual giving and holding on tightly, it doesn't mean you should control everything about her..."
Mom said earnestly. Every woman is an expert in love, without a doubt. "But I don't understand why, even though I've given her my whole heart and given so much, I still can't win her heart? I'm just so scared, afraid she'll leave me..." He's voice rose sharply, almost trembling with tears, perhaps because it stirred up painful memories. It was the first time I'd ever heard him dare interrupt Mom. "It's probably because you're keeping too close a hold on her. Let me tell you, you can't control your partner in a relationship. Even if you follow her around 24/7, she'll still leave. People have a rebellious streak. Even in the closest relationships, you need to maintain a certain distance and give each other freedom. Don't make her your whole life. You need to quietly treat her well, and she'll naturally feel your love and stay with you. As for yourself, developing yourself is the key!" Mom's rational calm contrasted sharply with He's impulsiveness. "Yes, Auntie, I understand... To be honest, when I saw you and Uncle, I understood why my relationship failed." "Oh? Is that so?" Mom seemed quite interested in what he said. "Yes, when I saw how much he respected you and was willing to be separated from you for long periods, I realized I was wrong... And... And Auntie Li, you're so beautiful, Uncle is such a confident person!" I was taken aback. I didn't expect He to say such things. On one hand, the flattery was obvious, praising Mom's beauty, but on the other hand, it implied that Mom might cheat. However, it was clear that only I felt the latter; Mom was quite receptive to his flattery. "Hehehe...you're so cute and innocent...hahaha..." Mom laughed for a while, then fell silent again. "Am I really that beautiful?" "Really! Aunt Ya Yan, to be honest, I've never seen such a beautiful woman as you. From the first moment I saw you...I felt you were simply...that...that thing..." "Then...how does it compare to your first love~" Mom's voice suddenly changed, becoming less like a middle-aged woman and more like a little girl's coquettish whisper. "She can't compare to you, I think she's far inferior to you, Aunt...she just looks very innocent, but Aunt, you give me a...indescribable feeling, a feeling of being a mother, and also makes me feel..."
I thought to myself at the time, you just want to say my mom is beautiful, but now I think it might just be his Oedipus complex, not flattery. Then there was the sound of someone moving on the sofa. "How do you think it is~" Mom lowered her voice to the lowest and sweetest, but I heard it even more clearly, it was almost as if she was speaking into the microphone. Mom must have moved closer to He Yongxing! "Ah!" He Yongxing seemed startled, followed by a commotion, but voices could still be heard amidst the noise. "This...this is...I accidentally turned it on...Auntie, please don't misunderstand, I'll turn it off right away."
"No need~~No need~~Go ahead and take pictures if you want~~Do you think I don't know you've been taking pictures all along? You took pictures of my...leg while you were eating, taking advantage of dropping your chopsticks, do you think I didn't know? I've known you've been secretly taking pictures of me for a long time, I found out last year, if I didn't want you to take pictures, I would have exposed you long ago!"
Mom actually knew all along! But her tone at this moment was not harsh at all, nor did she show any displeasure. On the contrary, her tone and speed of speech were unusually soft and charming! "Take it down and give it to me!" Mom pretended to be angry and said in a slightly harsher tone, but it was obvious that she was laughing. A burst of noise, accompanied by the sound of someone getting up from the sofa and then sitting down again, I could imagine that He Yongxing definitely had nothing to say, obeying the queen's orders without question. Soon, Mom's extremely clear voice came, as if it were a nightingale's song blowing in my ear. My eldest son says I'm beautiful—prettier than his first love! My eldest son has always...
"Taking pictures of me secretly~~ My eldest son is just as innocent as my youngest son, hehe~~" This must have been said with the phone pressed against its screen, otherwise it wouldn't be so clear. I didn't expect her to not only not feel offended, but also enjoy being secretly photographed! "Auntie, I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have... I'll delete them all..." He Yongxing was still nervous there, not understanding women's hearts at all! "Here you go!" Another noise, "Is Auntie's figure good?" Mom's voice was far away again as someone stood up from the sofa, followed by the sound of footsteps on the floor, but it was clear that they weren't barefoot, they were wearing stockings. "Good!... That's great, Auntie, your figure is the best! You are the most beautiful! You are the most beautiful in the world! Without a doubt! No one can compare to you!" He Yongxing became excited, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he no longer spoke as cautiously as before. "Shh~~~ My son is up there! Don't shout!" I was quite relieved that Mom still remembered me. After all, she hadn't forgotten her real son. The fake son was actually only fifteen or sixteen years younger than her. "Auntie, I...I can't take it anymore, you're so attractive!" He Yongxing gasped for breath, his voice rising several decibels. A static-like sound, like wind, came through the phone, followed by what sounded like clothes rubbing together. "Ah!...Oh!..." Mom screamed twice, then her rapid breathing mingled with He's, followed by soft but clear "Hmm! Hmm! Hmm ahhhhhh" sounds, clearly indicating the phone was very close to Mom. My God, did He Yongxing actually get my mother? How is that possible? The breathing and rubbing sounds continued for a while, then suddenly, Mom said breathlessly, "Wait, Xiao He, Auntie needs to make things clear to you first... No matter what happens between you and Auntie today, you have to keep it a secret for Auntie, okay?" "Yes, of course, Ya Yan, don't worry! I've stopped recording, I'll delete all the recordings when I get back. I will never tell anyone, Ya Yan, I love you!" He Yongxing clearly felt he had my mother figured out, lying was no longer a problem for him, and he had shed the pretense of seniority, no longer addressing my mother as "Auntie." Mom's voice returned to calm: "What? I'm your auntie, your mother, you're not allowed to call me that." "I'll make you call me husband in a little while! Once a woman has my penis inside her, she'll call me whatever I tell her to call me! You'll be the same, Ms. Li Ya Yan! Come on..." The man surnamed He revealed his true nature, becoming smug and forgetting that he had previously said he was a virgin. He was probably about to kiss Mom when she sternly stopped him: "What are you doing? What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I wanted to do 'that' with you? Let me go!" He was always timid and cowardly, and I could imagine he immediately wilted when Mom frowned. Thinking about it now, he was really useless; of course, someone like him wouldn't get my beautiful mother. "Auntie, I thought you... I was too impulsive, I really shouldn't have done that, but you're so beautiful, so sexy. That's why I couldn't control myself..." He mumbled like a child again, "Auntie, I'll get out of here right now, don't be angry, please don't tell Mr. Xu, I'll never dare to do it again!" Mom chuckled again: "Who told you to get out? Silly boy... Auntie really wants to... really wants to continue chatting with you tonight, would you like that?" "Okay, okay, of course I'd like to." I was also confused by Mom; what did she want? A woman's heart is truly unfathomable. I heard my mother sitting on the sofa again, saying in a commanding tone, "Go check what my son is doing, is he asleep?" My mother knows me too well; if I'm not asleep, I can't stay quiet for more than twenty minutes. A commotion, the sound of wind, and footsteps followed; he must have run upstairs to check on me. A few dozen seconds later, He Yongxing lowered his voice and said, "He's asleep, lying face down in the hallway, Auntie. I'll go carry him to the bedroom so he can sleep; he'll easily catch a cold." I seemed to hear my mother sigh with relief: "No need, it's alright, let him sleep. Do you want to keep filming me?" He Yongxing seemed to pause for a moment, then, sensing no displeasure in his mother's tone, said, "Yes! I really want to! Auntie, I..." "Just film me openly, don't be shy. Auntie also has a strong desire to be on camera; I almost entered the entertainment industry back then..." "I'm going to take a shower in a bit... You can sit anywhere, do whatever you want, just don't have any impure thoughts about me!" Although his mother's tone wasn't stern, her calm demeanor carried a certain authority that He Yongxing couldn't refuse, but it also seemed like a different kind of temptation, a bit like protesting too much. "Okay, Auntie, I won't do anything. Auntie..." The conversation abruptly ended. Well, what follows should be the scene in the last video. I was panicked and couldn't believe my mother had encouraged He Yongxing to film himself, and even flaunt it so provocatively. An employee walked by outside the window, and I quickly turned off the player, even though it was stopped. What was He Yongxing doing? He hadn't come back yet. I suddenly realized that the computer might not have contained everything; perhaps some videos and audio messages were still on his phone. Had my mother had further contact with him? Could he have really slept with my mother? Right, I'll take advantage of his absence to secretly check his phone. But I searched everywhere and couldn't find it. That guy probably took his phone to the restroom, and since there's Wi-Fi there, he couldn't come out. Okay, I walked out of He Yongxing's office dejectedly. I thought about wandering around somewhere, or maybe waiting outside the restroom for my mother's eldest son and trying to trick him into giving me his phone. Okay, I didn't even know where the restroom was on this floor. I searched to the left, ran past an office window, and accidentally spotted a familiar face. Who was this but He Deyi? And then I looked at the young man sitting with his back to me, facing him—wasn't that He Yongxing? So he was with his dad. The father and son seemed to be arguing over a phone. He Deyi's fingers were repeatedly tapping the screen, while He Yongxing sat there dejectedly, looking listless. It seemed he'd been scolded by his father. What were they arguing about? I couldn't hear through the window, so I ran to the door and could barely make out what they were saying inside. A sign on the door read "Deputy General Manager He Deyi." Wasn't He Deyi supposed to be in the branch office? So this was still his office. "Look at this! What is this? Who are you? How old are you? Do you even know what you do? Is she even a woman you can think about?" "..." "Every time I go to their house, I notice you look off, like you're missing a soul. Tell me honestly, did you really sleep with her?" "No... how could she let me..." He Yongxing mumbled. "That's right, that's good. If you really were having an affair with her, we might have a hard time getting by."
"Didn't you say we were going to start our own business in another city? That we'd leave this place in a year? You said that last time..."
"Even if you start your own business, you still need to rely on this, you still need Lao Xu's help. Do you think it's as simple as just going it alone? Besides, if Lao Xu finds out about this, we're in big trouble. I know him; he's very concerned about his image and cares a lot about his wife. When he goes out with us, he calls prostitutes for him, but he won't take them, no matter how pretty they are! He keeps a close eye on his wife, he's terrified she'll betray him, and he's extremely sensitive about her relationships... You tell me clearly, what's the deal with these videos?" "Nothing much, actually she seduced me. She asked me to film many of them! You can see from the videos..." "So did you two have sex? She's so promiscuous..." "Can you really resist?" "Really not! I was just secretly filming before, but then that night she suddenly asked me to chat with her and said I could film whatever I wanted, so I filmed a few clips..." "Is all the footage here? Delete it all! Don't ever do any more secret filming again, what if something happens?" "It's all here, I'll delete it..." "Don't go to their house anymore. I took you there to get to know Lao Xu and build a relationship. I didn't expect you to be eyeing his woman? Kid, I'll hit you!" "I didn't touch her, really, I just thought about her all the time... If she hadn't given her permission, I wouldn't have been able to film such sexy scenes..." He Yongxing seemed very aggrieved. Hearing his son say this, He Deyi probably felt that it wasn't entirely his son's fault, and his tone softened slightly: "That woman is really... I never would have guessed she was like this. I thought she was being forced!" "I didn't force her. That night, she knew I was secretly filming her, yet she still danced in sexy clothes and flirted with me. Later, although she said I couldn't touch her, she took off all her clothes in front of me to take a shower. Wasn't that implying..." "What do you know? I'm not talking about you and her. Just remember, no matter how she seduces you, don't actually do it. Treat her like a leader, not like a woman! Understand?... So, if she took off all her clothes, could you still resist? What about her nude photos? Would you not take them? Are you hiding them somewhere?" He Deyi asked his son sternly. "I really didn't take any pictures. My mind went completely blank at the time, and I forgot to take any. Besides, she turned off all the lights before taking off her clothes. Although I could see her outline in the moonlight, I just forgot to take any pictures." "Did you see her taking a shower?" After a long silence, He Yongxing finally spoke: "Yes, I saw every detail of her body. I really wanted to rush in without thinking..." "How dare you say that?!" He Deyi rudely interrupted He Yongxing, "I'll tell you again, even if she pried open that hole herself and let you in, you had to hold back." "!" "Hmm... I'll go to their house less often in the future." "Not less often, but don't go next time if Lao Xu isn't home. If I find out you went, I'll beat you half to death, whether it happens or not, you know?" "Okay, but... but Dad, you actually like this slut too, don't you?" He Yongxing said boldly, "Last time I saw you masturbating in front of that group photo of the company's management... there are only two women in that photo, I think you must be..." He Deyi fell silent for a moment, probably surprised that his son had found out about his behavior. I was also surprised when I heard it. I didn't expect this kind old man to have desires for my mother, but now I can understand. He Deyi lost his wife early and never remarried, so it's normal for him to have desires for my mother. "These photos are obviously irrelevant," Old He said slowly. "Don't go in touch with her again, not even for a meal. It's not good. You're 20, not two. If you go too often, Old Xu will get suspicious. And... and let me tell you, she's not just backed by Old Xu, there's a big shot behind her... In short, this woman is someone you can't mess with." "What big shot?" He Yongxing asked the same question I wanted to ask. "What's the point of knowing so much?... Alright, go back to work! Remember to delete all the videos, not a single one. If I see them again, you'd better watch out!" I heard the sound of a chair being moved, knowing it was time for me to leave. But who exactly is that big shot? Could it be Director Zhang from that night? It seems the adult world is far more complex than I thought. But that's a story for later. Let's think back to what happened afterward. For the next two years, my mother's life seemed very peaceful, and my father's career was booming. He Deyi and his son began to plan to go into business independently, gradually distancing themselves from my father. Naturally, He Yongxing also disappeared from my mother's life, and my mother's "old classmates" no longer had any substantial contact with her, at least according to what I saw and heard at the time, although later events proved otherwise. My biggest impression of elementary school was the frequent changes in teachers. In third grade, our Chinese teacher, Ms. Hou, retired from teaching due to the death of her husband. After that, our homeroom teachers changed like a revolving door; I can hardly remember any of them now. It wasn't until fifth grade, when Ms. Mei Wenhua became our homeroom teacher, that our class finally stabilized. Looking back now, Ms. Mei can be described as a down-on-his-luck scholar, with a heart full of love for the world and a wealth of knowledge, but ultimately frustrated and unfulfilled. Mr. Mei's hair was already half-gray, and he was short and stout, but he looked quite strong. He was already quite old when he taught us, and he had a lot of positive influence on us. For example, he helped many of us develop the good habit of writing diaries, and he often told us about national events and historical stories, which we all enjoyed listening to. However, he didn't leave a very good impression on most of us, to the point that we later called him "uncultured." There were many reasons for this. For example, he was extremely strict with students, often scolding and even publicly beating children who made minor mistakes. Another reason was that he often treated students unfairly, although I seemed to be a beneficiary. I remember once during a midterm exam, I got 98 points in Chinese, but the student in front of me noticed a mistake I made and reported me. Not only did he not deduct points from my score, but he also severely criticized that student, which made me feel very embarrassed. Why was he so lenient with me? Of course, there was a reason. He was a very greedy person and also a womanizer. People say he's greedy for small gains, favoring whoever gives him gifts. My mother would occasionally send him small gifts, so he was exceptionally kind to me, always protecting me. Calling him lecherous might be unfair, as getting close to my mother was practically every man who saw her dream, so it's understandable. What's unsettling is that most men only fantasize, but he acted on it so exaggeratedly that anyone with eyes could see he had designs on my mother, even though he'd been married for years and his daughter was already in university. Teacher Mei liked to flaunt his literary talent and tried various ways to get close to my mother, but unfortunately, he wasn't handsome enough, and his romantic gestures always fell short of the mark. My mother didn't like this kind of intellectual, but because of me, she didn't want to reject him harshly, so she just avoided him as much as possible. My mother cared a lot about my studies; she would try to get in touch with every major subject teacher on my behalf, asking them to look after me and encourage my studies. She eventually gave up on Mei Wenhua because, although she wasn't afraid to have relationships with other men, she really didn't like men like Mei. This made me realize that my mother wasn't the kind of slut who would sleep with anyone; she still had her own choices. However, because Mei was my homeroom teacher, my status among my classmates improved considerably. Classmates who didn't like me didn't dare to mess with me because they all knew that "lack of education" was protecting me. Let me recall some specific things about my mother and my teachers. (VI) Before Teacher Mei started teaching, I only knew how to play all day, and my grades were quite poor. When Teacher Mei first came and before she met my mother, she criticized me every day, sometimes even deliberately picking fights. I was furious, and my Chinese grades were a complete mess. My mother was very worried. One night, she brought some gifts to Mei Wenhua's house. I felt a chill in my heart, thinking that I was doomed. My recent performance was so bad that Teacher Mei would definitely complain to my mother. My mother was so strict with my studies, she would definitely beat me. Unexpectedly, my mother came back with a smile on her face and said that Teacher Mei said that my academic performance was excellent in all aspects!
I was both surprised and puzzled. What was going on? In any case, from then on, Ms. Mei's attitude towards me changed drastically. I still disliked Chinese as before, but my Chinese grades skyrocketed, practically overnight. Many of my random, rambling answers to subjective questions were put on the blackboard by Ms. Mei as standard answers for the students to copy, giving me a huge sense of accomplishment and eliminating any distance between me and Ms. Mei. Once, when writing an essay titled "My Family," I, being young, only knew how to tell the truth. I wrote down my parents' professions, personalities, how loving they were, how much they loved me, and how harmonious and happy our family was. The next day, Ms. Mei called me to her office alone. "Was what you wrote true?" she asked with a smile. Looking at his expression, I felt a wave of nausea. "Yes, yes, I wrote it all truthfully." "Your father is the chairman of xxx?" "Yes, Ms. Mei." "Oh, so who manages the family finances, your father or mother?" "Hmm, I think it's my mother." Why ask that? I didn't write that in my writing! I thought to myself. "Your father is so lucky to have such a beautiful, gentle, and generous woman as your mother." "Hehe..." I felt happy that someone was praising my mother, but I didn't know what to say. Ms. Mei glanced at the door, grabbed my arm, and whispered, "Does your father often travel for work? You said he's very busy and only comes home once every few weeks?" "Yes, often, because he's so busy with work. Several times he's been away on business for three months without coming home!"
I blurted out without thinking. Now I really want to slap my past self. I think Mei Wenhua's harassment of my mother was closely related to that sentence. The next day, I got into a fight with a classmate during PE class. It wasn't the first time, and I thought Mr. Mei would definitely support me. Unexpectedly, he seized on this incident, pretending to be very angry, and demanded that my parents come to him. I asked if my dad could come since he was home these days, as my mom might be busy. Mr. Mei asked when my dad was going on another business trip, and I said he seemed to be going out of town again in a few days. He said my dad was so busy with work that I shouldn't bother him, and that it was best for my mom to handle these things. This really put me in a difficult position. The night before I went, my mom was furious and scolded me for not studying properly and for getting into a fight with a classmate. She even said she wouldn't give me any pocket money anymore. Luckily, my dad happened to be home that day and said that kids fighting is common, nothing strange about it, and no one was injured. He said the teacher was making a mountain out of a molehill. I was truly speechless. Fighting with classmates at school happens every day, but I didn't dare say anything, otherwise my mom would be even more upset. That morning, Mom wore a silver women's suit and trousers, white flat high heels, and her long black hair, recently permed into soft waves, had taken almost an hour to get ready before leaving—drawing her eyebrows, applying powder, and putting on pink lipstick. Dad asked Mom, puzzled, "It's just going to school to meet a teacher, why put on so much makeup?"
"Haven't you seen me? I usually spend at least forty minutes getting ready. Today I'm meeting Xiaojia's teacher, I need to make a good impression," Mom said as she dressed. Getting into the car with Mom, I immediately smelled a strong fragrance on her, much stronger than usual. Mei Wenhua wasn't in the office; only Teacher Ye was there. Teacher Ye, who usually stood in stark contrast to Teacher Mei in our minds, was the math teacher. Teacher Ye's name was Ye Jun. He was over 1.85 meters tall, and as his name suggested, he was tall and handsome, with a face like jade—a classic handsome man, somewhat resembling Louis Koo, except for his thick-rimmed black glasses, which slightly detracted from his image. He was a stark contrast to Mei, because he was kind and gentle to his classmates, liked to lead us boys in sports, and was also very popular with the girls because of his good looks. He was only 25 years old at the time, without a girlfriend, and was the youngest among the teachers, so we all affectionately called him Teacher Ye. Not long ago, I learned that he came from a good family background; his father, Ye Xuantong, was one of the city's prominent businessmen. He was the only son, but he felt he had no talent for business, didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, and didn't want to work for his father's company. He only wanted to be a primary school math teacher, which puzzled those around him. It is said that he always explained with a smile, "I like children." But actually, it didn't matter to him what he did; wealth was just a number to him anyway. He had a significant influence on my mother's experiences in the following years, so I'll explain that first. My mother walked to the office door and gently knocked on the open door. Teacher Ye, who was engrossed in writing something, looked up, and both of them were startled. Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a long time. I saw my mother's eyes sparkling, a half-smile playing on her lips, while Teacher Ye stared wide-eyed at my mother, as if she had seen something that shouldn't exist in the world. I thought to myself, "Sure enough, all men look pretty much the same when they see my mother." I broke the awkward silence, saying to my mother, "This is our math teacher, Teacher Ye!" My mother snapped out of her daze: "Hello! I'm here to see Xiaojia's homeroom teacher, Teacher Mei..." "Oh, okay, Teacher Mei was just here, she should be back soon." Ye Jun then realized he had been a bit out of line, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Then... can we come in?" My mother, seeing his awkward expression, forced a laugh and asked. "Sure, sure!" Ye Jun hurriedly stood up to greet my mother like he'd met a high-ranking official, frantically moving chairs and pouring tea, accidentally spilling some over the edge of the teacup. My mother occasionally covered her mouth and giggled. "Are you xxx's older sister?" Ye Jun asked naively. Mom chuckled. "I'm his parent." Teacher Xiao Ye was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth. "You really... I can't believe it! You look like you're 18!" "You flatter me, teacher. Please don't call me 'you' so formally, it makes me feel uncomfortable." It was clear Mom had a good first impression of Teacher Xiao Ye. At this moment, Mei Wenhua returned to the office. Seeing Mom sitting to one side, he was taken aback for a moment, then strode over to her with a big smile and said, "Hello, hello, hello! Mom, you're here?" Mom stood up and reached out to greet him. Mei Wenhua quickly grabbed Mom's hand with one hand and her elbow with the other. Whether it was her small hand being hurt by his rough hand or her arm being gripped, Mom frowned and groaned softly. She shook hands and tried to pull away. Mei Wenhua didn't care, holding my mother's hand tightly. Because my mother was wearing high heels, and he was even shorter than her, he leered at her, his eyes darting over her face and chest. When he smiled, he revealed two large silver teeth, looking extremely lewd. My mother didn't want to embarrass my teacher, so she reluctantly forced a smile. Finally, the small talk ended, and Mei Wenhua led my mother and me to a secluded corner of the office to sit down and start chatting idly. During this time, I noticed that Teacher Ye was pretending to read the newspaper, but his eyes kept sneaking glances at my mother. I observed that my mother definitely knew he was looking at her, and sometimes she would smile and meet his gaze. Ye Jun would quickly lower his head and pretend to read the newspaper. Mei Wenhua didn't say much more than that, and the matter concerning me was essentially over. He started chatting excitedly with my mother about other things, and perhaps finding me in the way, he said to me with a big smile, "You should go to the classroom first, class will start soon." I couldn't turn around and leave, and I vaguely heard their conversation. "You look beautiful today, XXX's mom~" "...No, Ms. Mei, please don't say that. I'm nowhere near as beautiful as your wife." "If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely pursue you without hesitation!" "...Ms. Mei, how are my son's grades?" "Very good. He's very diligent. You've raised a wonderful son!" "Not at all, it's all thanks to Ms. Mei's care." "Let's find some time to tutor him together; the results might be even better. He's a promising talent."
"How could I possibly teach him? We still need the help of all the teachers." "You also graduated with a bachelor's degree, right? Which university did you graduate from?" "HY University, School of Arts." This guy surnamed Mei is really bold. This is openly flirting in public. I wonder if Teacher Ye heard these cheesy words. After that, Mei Wenhua would harass my mother almost every week. At that time, it was popular to go to a teacher's house for tutoring on weekends. A few of my friends and I often went to Mei's house for tutoring in Chinese. When we were alone, he would often ask me if my parents were home, if we were going out today, what our holiday plans were, etc. Sometimes he would bluntly ask, "What has Mom been doing lately? Who does she usually associate with, or is she just staying at home?" Although I was young, I knew that a teacher shouldn't ask such things. It was our family's private matter, but at the time I didn't understand what he wanted to do, and I felt it wouldn't hurt to tell him, so I often told him the truth. During the May Day holiday, my mother went out to chat with the aunties in the neighborhood and go shopping. I stayed home alone playing games. He Yongxing stopped coming. Ever since his dad scolded me, I was extremely bored and wanted to go out and play with my classmates. Just as I was about to go out, I suddenly heard a noise outside the door. I opened it and saw a figure disappear around the corner, leaving a letter on the door. The envelope was addressed to "Yahiko." These days, everyone uses WeChat, QQ, or email; who still writes letters? This letter was for my mother, but I couldn't suppress my curiosity. I thought opening it wouldn't be anything special. Inside was a Valentine's Day-themed stationery sheet, with beautiful handwriting that read: "In the North, there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation. Yahiko, please allow me to call you that! In my eyes, only you are worthy of this poem. Every time I read this poem, I think of you..." Following this were several more poems, praising my mother's beauty, loveliness, and affection, and expressing my longing for her in cheesy language. Even reading them gave me goosebumps. The handwriting was exactly the same as Mei Wenhua's. After reading the letter, I put it back where it was, thinking that Mr. Mei had finally revealed his true colors. But he didn't understand my mother at all; she probably wouldn't like someone like him. When my mother came home and saw the letter, she initially didn't know who had written to her and even asked me who had sent it. Of
course, I said I didn't know. After reading the letter, she rolled her eyes, sighed as if incredulous, pursed her lips looking unhappy and impatient, then threw the letter into her bag, took out her phone, and started talking. I knew she was probably contacting Mei Wenhua; it seemed Mei Wenhua was going to suffer a blow this time. However, my mother and I underestimated Mei Wenhua's patience. Although I later learned that my mother had clearly rejected him from the beginning, he saw that her tone wasn't harsh and seemed to think there was still hope, so he relentlessly pestered her, becoming increasingly excessive. He even praised my mother in front of the whole class, saying she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, causing the other students to look at me with strange eyes. I told my mom, and she was furious. She expressed her dissatisfaction to him on WeChat, but to my surprise, he not only didn't stop but escalated his behavior. Once, after tutoring at his house, he said it was Valentine's Day and he had a gift for my mom—a beautifully wrapped gift box. Since it wouldn't be rewrapped after opening, I didn't dare open it and gave it to my mom directly. My mom was initially embarrassed, but she guessed it wasn't good news. When she opened the gift box, her face immediately turned bright red. Seeing me nearby, she quickly closed the lid. I didn't have time to see what it was, but seeing my mom's furrowed brow, I knew it wasn't anything good. That afternoon, my mom sat in her bedroom for a long time with the door closed. I didn't know what she was doing in there, but I could hear her rapidly tapping on her phone, as if she was chatting with someone. I guessed it was probably Mei Wenhua. It seemed he was really in for it this time; he deserved to have angered my mom. That evening, after dinner and a shower, Mom spent a long time getting ready, saying she was going to visit a neighbor. But I knew she wasn't; she must have something else important to do. She usually wouldn't dress so formally, wear such heavy perfume, or dress up so nicely for a visit. Suddenly, I wondered if she had succumbed to Mei Wenhua. But that didn't make sense; she couldn't possibly like that kind of person!
Did Mei have something on her? I had to see what the gift Mei had brought. After searching high and low, I finally found the gift box in the corner of Mom's bedroom closet. I opened it, but there was nothing there. Had Mom returned the gift to Mei? The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. No, even though I'm only twelve, I can't let Mom fall into the hands of such a disgusting person! I ran out of the house as fast as I could, but Mom's car was gone. I thought she might have gone to Mei's house, so I took a taxi there. But when I arrived, Mei's house was quiet and the lights were off; it didn't seem like anyone was home. Could Mom and him be inside…? I didn't know what was going on. I thought maybe I was overthinking things, maybe things weren't so complicated. That night, Mom didn't get home until 11 p.m. Seeing her relaxed and carefree face, not at all like someone who had been wronged, I felt relieved. For the next week, Mei Wenhua didn't come to class. Later, I heard from other teachers that his wife had discovered his affair and given him a severe scolding. His wife and daughter pressured him, and he moved back to his parents' house. He was overwhelmed dealing with family matters and couldn't come to work. I couldn't help but wonder, did my mom really have an affair with him? Impossible, but what was going on? [To be continued] Night Starry Night Gold Coins +12 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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