A woman's mole - (Sixty-six)

I heard that my mother didn't smile once on New Year's Eve; I heard that my aunt had a long face and cried all day.
Yes, I heard it all from Lao Guo, or rather, from Guo Ying's father.
Fathers always love their daughters. Early on the first day of the Lunar New Year, while Guo Ying and I were still in bed, Lao Guo called Guo Ying. His voice, which sounded a bit trembling, suggested he was being mistreated at home or was missing his daughter.
I said to Lao Guo, "Let me say a few words to my aunt and wish her a Happy New Year."
Who would have thought he would snort and say, "You'd better have mercy on me! You kidnapped my daughter during the New Year, don't make my wife die of anger!"
Damn! I looked at Guo Ying with an embarrassed expression, but she covered her mouth and laughed happily—this father and son are really a pair of oddballs!
So I angrily said, "Do you really have to wait until I get Guo Ying pregnant before you...?"
Before I could finish speaking, he roared, "You dare! I'll beat you to death! I knew you were a wicked brat! Guo Ying!" His voice nearly deafened me. "Guo Ying! If you dare let this kid... I...! I'll beat him to death!"
"Pfft," Guo Ying covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes crinkling, and winked at me triumphantly.
"Uncle, are you being reasonable? In the end, no matter what, you're going to hit me?" I asked, both amused and exasperated.
"Pah! Who else should I hit if not you! You left so fast that night, if your aunt hadn't told me, I really would have hit you!" he said viciously, but his next words stunned me: "If you're so capable, give me a grandson! Otherwise, forget it! Damn it, I can't get through this year!"
After hanging up the phone, I asked Guo Ying, still stunned, "What did your dad mean?"
She rolled her eyes at me and said reproachfully, "How should I know!"
"How about we start making a baby now?" I said with a lewd grin.
"I've discovered my dad is just as bad as you! No wonder you two used to hang out together! You're truly birds of a feather!"
"How can you talk about your own father like that?" I said angrily. "If you're going to talk about someone, just talk about your father, don't drag me into it! I was so young back then, it was all your father's fault for leading me astray!" I glared and argued.
"Pah! You think I don't know? Back in high school, you somehow got your hands on a pornographic book, which ended up in my dad's hands. You two are both...! Humph!" She gritted her teeth and exposed my secret.
"You know that?"
"I don't know, I don't know!" she quickly shook her head in denial.
"Hehe, did you secretly peek? Haha, Guo Ying, so you're not so indecent after all!" I lewdly said.
"Zhang Tian! I hate you! I'll bite you to death!" Enraged, she pounced on me, flailing her arms and legs, each bite sending a sharp pain through me...
...
"Does it still hurt?" Guo Ying asked with tears in her eyes, touching my wounds again, her face full of heartache.
"What do you think!" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Getting bitten by a puppy during the New Year, hehe..."
"I'm not a puppy! Who told you to laugh at me!" she pouted and scolded.
"I've discovered that your dad is actually a good person!" I said with a serious expression.
"Pah!" she snapped, embarrassed and annoyed. "You two are in cahoots! He sold his daughter to you for a grandson!"
"Really?" I asked, blinking.
"Yes! He said you're capable..." Her face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "You're naughty!"
"Why don't we just give him a grandson right now?" I said with a wicked grin, pinching her cheek.
"No!" she snapped, slapping my hand away. "Get up! Get up and cook me dinner!"
"..." I rolled my eyes and said, "Guo Ying, today is the first day of the new year, aren't you going to get up and cook for me?"
"Dream on! If you want me to cook for you on the first day of the new year, then I'll have to cook for you for the whole year!" She turned her head to the side and snorted.
"Then what will you eat?" I asked with a wry smile.
"I'll eat whatever you make!" Only then did she smile.
"Then you can eat chicken!" I said with a wicked grin.
"Huh? Do you have chicken?" she asked, looking puzzled.
"Of course! Here, have some chicken..."
"Ugh! Zhang Tian, you're so shameless! Take it away, mmm... I hate you... mmm."
...
"Brother, I want to call Auntie, what do you think?" Guo Ying asked me after we finished eating.
"What?" I looked at her suspiciously and asked nervously.
"I just wanted to talk to her. What if you make me angry?" she pouted and said.
On the phone, my mother started crying as soon as she heard Guo Ying's voice. Between sobs, she apologized and said she was too ashamed to face her mother. Listening to this, my teeth ached. Why was she making it sound like I had raped Guo Ying? No, that night it was consensual. We drank a little and then things just got heated…
Finally, the conversation turned to me, and I heard my mother say fiercely, "Xiaoying, if he bullies you, just tell me, and I'll beat him to death!"
"Auntie, my brother is very good to me, he loves me a lot, don't worry. I'll come back to see you after my mom calms down!"
Hearing Guo Ying's words, I was so moved I almost cried. Before, I was caught in the middle, with everyone blaming me. Although I knew it was my fault, they couldn't just beat me to death over every little thing! Now, finally someone spoke up for me, and I couldn't help but sigh: My dear cousin is still the best to me!
After hanging up the phone, I cupped her little face in my hands and said, "My cousin is so good to me! She knows how to speak up for me..."
Guo Ying pouted and said, "Hmph! Did you hear me! If you bully me, Auntie will spank you!"
"...Then I take back what I just said!" I rolled my eyes.
"That won't do! Haven't I been good to you?" she said angrily.
"Okay, okay! You're the best to me!"
"Hmph, you're smart enough to know what's good for you! Come on, give me a kiss!" she said with a coquettish smile, her eyes narrowed.
"..." This little vixen always gives you a beating and then a sweet treat!
...
I once heard it said that everyone has someone in their heart whom they can't touch, can't throw away, and can't bear to part with. I always thought this was pretentious, a kind of affected whining.
It was only when I received a text message from Song Jianan saying "I miss you!" on the first day of the new semester at university that I suddenly remembered that sentence. Was I wrong?
Thinking of the girl I met on the bullet train three years ago, the girl who spoke with a soft Wu dialect, the girl who gave me both beautiful and sad memories, I was stunned. I sat there in my chair, staring at the cup on the table, speechless for a long time.
I was startled awake by another text message notification. I glanced at it; it was from her again: "I miss you so much! Do you miss me?"
"Fuck you!" I cursed fiercely—what on earth is going on?! What does she mean? Doesn't she know I have a girlfriend? What is she trying to do?!
My current feelings are very similar to those I had when I heard that Yan Ji was pregnant two years ago: anxiety, confusion, unease, and constant struggle.
What the hell am I supposed to do?!
With a nervous heart, I replied, "What do you want to do?"
She quickly replied, "I just miss you. If you're not busy, could you come out and keep me company?"
I'm busy, I tell myself, I really am busy, but when I type it out, it says: "I have time this afternoon, okay?"
"I'm coming to find you! Tell me where? Is it the same coffee shop as last time?"
Although the coffee shop was close to the company, it was a bit out of the way. I discovered it by chance one day. There weren't many people there in the afternoon, and it was very quiet inside. After waiting for more than half an hour, I saw her get out of a taxi through the glass window.
"You're here?" I opened the door for her and asked with a smile.
"Hmm..." she nodded slightly in response.
She seemed to have lost even more weight, her cheeks had become more elongated, a typical oval face, and the bags under her almond-shaped eyes were even more pronounced, but this made her look more charming, yes, more feminine.
"Please have a seat!" I pulled out a chair for her and asked solicitously, "What would you like to drink?"
She didn't sit down, but looked at me with her lips pursed. After a long while, she smiled sweetly and said, "I missed you! I wanted to see you..." Her clear almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, making it impossible for me to see them clearly.
"Sit down!" I was actually a little touched. I went over and pressed her into a chair, my fingers pressing firmly on her thin shoulders. I whispered in her ear, "You're beautiful again! So pretty, so sexy!"
She pressed her hand against mine, tilted her head, and bit her lip, saying, "I missed you... Did you miss me?"
"I want to..." I don't know why I blurted it out without thinking. Maybe it was because I saw her fair face, or the expectation and longing revealed in her watery eyes?
"Then I don't want to drink anything..." she said softly, lowering her head.
"Hmm?" I asked, puzzled. "Then you...?"
"There's a hotel nearby..." Her face turned pink, but she stubbornly raised her head and stared straight into my eyes.
"..." I stared at her in disbelief, wondering if time and space had become disordered? Or was I dreaming? Shouldn't these words be coming from my mouth?
"Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked, biting her lip, her almond-shaped eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if they were about to overflow.
"Okay!" I said with a smile, taking her little hand in mine.
"Are you making fun of me?" Her eyes were a little wet, and tears slid down her cheeks.
"No, no!" I carefully wiped away her tears, but the more I wiped, the more tears flowed. I panicked and whispered, "Don't cry, I'll take you there right away!"
She nestled into my arms, and I embraced her as we walked back into the hotel. The moment the door closed, she couldn't help but sob softly on my shoulder.
I sighed silently and gently patted her back to comfort her, "Don't cry, don't cry... What's wrong? Didn't you want to see me?"
"Yes, I miss you! I want to see you!" she said, covering her mouth and sobbing as she nodded.
"Is something on your mind? You weren't like this before..." I cupped her face, wiped away her tears, and asked softly.
"I just miss you! I miss you so much! I... I shouldn't have left like that last time, I... I miss you..." she said, looking at me with teary eyes.
"Silly girl," I said with a helpless, bitter smile, "It was my fault that day, it had nothing to do with you. Please don't cry anymore, look, your makeup is all ruined, you're not pretty anymore..."
"Yes, I won't cry anymore!" She lowered her head, wiping away her tears forcefully, and nodded vigorously.
She lowered her head and wiped away her tears, and I could only stand by and watch; the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
"How's the job search going?" I asked.
"There are two now," she answered, sobbing.
"Oh? Where are you from?"
"My hometown, and NJ, I'm still wondering where to go..." She finally stopped crying, raised her slightly red and swollen eyes and looked at me.
"That's good..." I said with a smile, then I didn't know what else to say, so I just lowered my head and stared at her blankly.
"I'm getting flustered when you look at me like that..." she said sweetly.
Her soft, sweet voice aroused my lust, and I grabbed her small hand, laughing, "I've noticed that every time I see you, you surprise me. You've become even more beautiful this time!"
"Really?" she asked happily, her face beaming. A few faint freckles reappeared on her cheeks, which had been washed by tears. I carefully touched those freckles with my fingers, feeling her skin tremble under my touch.
"I'm so itchy..." she said, biting her lip.
"Hmm? Itchy?" I smiled mischievously. "Where does it itch?"
"Pah! You're so lewd!" she blushed and spat lightly. "My face itches..."
I lifted her chin, lowered my head, and kissed her red lips, asking, "Isn't it itchy down there?"
"Mmm..." she whispered, closing her eyes, "Hold me..."
Her body was frail and boneless; her thin back seemed as if I could snap it with my strength. I whispered in her ear, "I have a girlfriend, and I love her very much. I won't leave her..."
"I know..." She pushed my face away forcefully, biting her lip, and said, "But I really miss you!"
I gave a wry smile and said, "I know you miss me, just like I sometimes miss you, but this kind of longing is different, you... understand?"
"I don't understand!" she shook her head, then nodded, "I know I shouldn't be like this, but I just can't help thinking about you..."
"..." If I were alone, I would definitely kneel on the ground in agony and bang my head on the ground.
At that moment, I realized I had really messed with a girl I shouldn't have, a girl who was incredibly stubborn. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she recklessly rushed towards it, even though she knew the future was bleak...
I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her, just as I felt sympathy for my past self. I hugged her tightly, my heart aching, and said softly, "I was wrong, I was really wrong! I really shouldn't have seen you again! We can't go on like this, I'll take you home right now!"
"Why?" she asked, looking up at me with a puzzled expression.
Looking at the girl in front of me, her face still bearing a hint of childishness, I couldn't help but hate myself. I gritted my teeth and growled, "Don't you know I'm a bastard! I'm a shameless and despicable person? I lied to you! I've always had a girlfriend! What more do you want? Why did you come back after you left last time! Do you want me to keep lying? I can't even bear to lie to myself anymore! Why don't you understand?!"
"But I miss you so much!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face.
"Just pretend I'm dead!" I snapped.
"Why?" Her voice became shrill, her eyes filled with despair. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you driving me away?"
"Because I have a girlfriend!" I said with a helpless, bitter smile.
"You can break up!" She said softly, as if her outburst had exhausted her strength.
"But I love her so much! I want to marry her, I want to marry her!" After saying that, I closed my eyes in anguish, unable to bear looking into her clear, bright eyes. Perhaps her eyes were once very bright, but I knew that at this moment they must be filled with sadness.
...
As I left the hotel, I stood alone by the roadside, and suddenly that saying came to mind again: Everyone has someone in their heart whom they can't touch, can't throw away, and can't bear to part with. But I think Song Jianan will never have such a person in her heart again—I've ruthlessly destroyed the beautiful memory in her heart.
How many beautiful memories can a girl have in her life? And I cruelly destroyed her most precious and beautiful memories...
Love is sometimes more like a gamble; winning brings temporary happiness, but losing brings a lifetime of pain...

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