Willows Swaying 1-11

Willows Swaying

(4100 words

) (I)
A gentle spring breeze caressed the lake, its surface rippling. The setting sun, refracted by the ripples, cast a dazzling light. I squinted, sat on a bench by the lake, and admired the enchanting scenery, a happy smile on my face.

A little girl whispered to her grandfather, who was leading her, "Grandpa, that uncle is so strange. He's secretly smiling to himself." The grandfather gently replied to his granddaughter, "The uncle is happy. He must have some good news..."
Hearing the conversation between grandfather and granddaughter, I couldn't help but shake my head and smile again. Yes, happiness, good news at home. My happiness, the good news at home, hehe, you can't understand.

People, you know, why are there so many joys and sorrows? You know, why don't I know sorrow, don't know hardship? I'm just an ordinary worker, uneducated, without status, with little money, just a dilapidated house, on the top floor, a two-bedroom apartment, left to me by my parents.

You know, I'm kind of embarrassing when it comes to looks. Small eyes, 1.7 meters tall, a bit skinny, but I'm healthy, you know. I have almost no hobbies, I just like sitting by the lake watching the ripples on the water. And don't be so sure, with looks like mine, he somehow managed to marry a white-collar worker.

She's a graduate of a prestigious university, a senior supervisor at a big company, and she's incredibly beautiful, like a movie star, something like Chen Hao, the "Most Popular Woman." Her figure is so slender, her breasts, her butt—I'm not exaggerating, just standing there, I'm telling you, any man over 80, under 15 (excluding those with health problems), would be smitten, and their...

you know what I mean. And this beauty married me! How could I not be happy and secretly grinning? We've been married for over four years,
everything's perfect, except for having children. My wife says we should wait two years, and how could we disagree?

Don't let my wife's serious and dedicated demeanor at work fool you; she's a completely different person at home. She dresses casually and hates housework. How could I bear to let her do housework? Even though my salary hasn't increased much, my cooking skills have improved dramatically! I keep our little house impeccably organized and spotless. What can I do? My wife can be carefree at home, but she's much stricter with me.

You ask what my wife's name is? Hehe, with looks like that, how could her name not be nice? Her name is Yang Xiaochun. Remember, it's Xiaochun, not Chun (meaning "spring"). I'm getting a bit off-topic .

You might be wondering, how did a beauty like her meet you? How did she fall for a guy like you? Well, let me tell you, it's quite special.

It was a long, long time ago… no, not that long ago, only five years ago. Sorry, I'm getting into the habit of telling stories. Seriously though, one day five years ago, I was riding my beat-up bicycle home from work, leisurely strolling down the street. But by sheer coincidence, not far ahead, a migrant worker was hit by an Audi. His face was covered in blood, and passersby were watching the spectacle, but no one called the police or offered any help. What was most infuriating was that the Audi driver didn't even get out of the car; he was making a phone call inside, laughing and talking.

I'm just an ordinary worker at the very bottom of the social ladder, but I still have some conscience. I can't stand this kind of thing. I pushed through the crowd, squatted down, and called out with concern, "Brother, can you hear me?" The migrant worker groaned weakly, "Ugh, it hurts so much."

I shouted, "Does anyone have a cell phone? Call 120! Call the police!" My shouts probably made some people have a change of heart. I don't know who made the call, but a police officer came, and an ambulance arrived. You know, I suddenly acted so impulsively and chivalrously, taking off my tattered work clothes to cover the injured man, stuffing the only two hundred yuan I had in my pocket into the migrant worker's hands, and even cursing at the Audi driver. Thinking about it now, I'm still scared. That guy was a head taller than me, big and strong. If he had gotten out of the car and beaten me up, I probably wouldn't have had a chance to

fight back. Maybe he was a little guilty, because he didn't dare to get out of the car. The police officers praised me, and I suddenly felt incredibly proud. Head held high, I looked down on everyone. A light rain started to fall, and it was actually getting a bit cold. I was shirtless, after all. Stop pretending, let

's go home. Turning around, I yelled, "Damn it, where's my bicycle?" I was doing a good deed, and my only means of transportation, that damn bicycle, was gone! How could I not curse? Just then, the window of a red car parked on the side of the road rolled down. A beautiful, elegant young woman, probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven, dressed like a wealthy person, said coldly and reluctantly, "Hey, do you live far? Dry yourself off, I'll give you a ride."

It was a kind offer, but seeing her disdainful look and haughty insistence, I thought, "Someone like me, who's never thought about promotion or wealth, do I really need to fawn over a rich woman who thinks she's all that?" That's not my style. He raised his head, his small eyes haughtily staring at the young woman, and blurted out, "Thanks, but no need. Even a drizzle or a storm can't hurt me!" He turned to leave.
A sweet laugh came from inside the car, a laugh that seemed to have a magical power, freezing me in place. My raised foot involuntarily fell back down, and my small eyes involuntarily looked into the car. The rear window rolled down, and a young girl, one hand covering her mouth, laughed and said, "Big brother, you're so clever! Here, put this on quickly, and take this umbrella too, don't catch a cold."

Oh my god, a hand reached out—that arm was so white and delicate, that little hand so gentle! She handed me a black top. I had no interest in clothes, so I took a pink floral umbrella, accidentally touching the girl's delicate hand. Good heavens, even in a real storm, I wouldn't feel cold. Electric shock! I was electrocuted, standing there dumbfounded. The woman in front of me said, a little annoyed, "Xiaochun, is this necessary? Look at this idiot."

I was in a good mood and didn't pay her any attention. I only heard the girl complain, "Sister Sirou, don't say that about her. She's a good person. There are too few good people these days." I'm a good person, and she says I'm a good person? Haha, haha, I grinned like an idiot, my little eyes shining. I wanted to say something to her, just one sentence would be fine.

But alas, the car window rolled up, a puff of smoke came out of the car's rear, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Leaving me bewildered, I listened to the girl's voice, staring blankly. A clap of thunder startled me, and I came to my senses. The clothes in my hand were a woman's business suit, with a faint fragrance. I took a deep breath of the fragrance, and damn, my body temperature and blood pressure rose at the same time. I took long strides and ran home. How could I bear to wear such fragrant clothes, how could I bear to use such a beautiful umbrella?

I rushed home, steaming hot, and the first thing I did was unfold the girl's clothes, quickly dry them with a hairdryer, fold them neatly, place them on the bedside table, open the floral umbrella, and admire them with squinted eyes. You might say I'm stupid, not using an umbrella in the rain outside, but using one inside the house? That just shows you don't understand. Anyway, that's just who I am.

I've never been in a relationship, and nobody's ever pursued me, but tonight I had insomnia. I hugged that dress, constantly smelling it, thinking about it, feeling happy, excited, and aroused. Smelling the fragrance, hehe, I came twice, not tired at all, really.

After getting up, still clutching the dress, I experienced what loss and utter disorientation felt like. Flipping through the clothes, I found two business cards in a small pocket inside. Excitedly, I examined them closely. They clearly read: [Company Name], [Department Name], [Name], Yang Xiaochun.

That's it, my heart sank. Look at her, so young and beautiful, already a manager, and in our biggest and most prestigious company! Who am I? "Sigh!" My burning passion vanished to freezing point, and I actually cried. How pathetic! A girl I haven't even seen properly makes me sad and cry, makes me feel so lost.

But I refuse to believe it! I can't pursue a girl better than me? I'll just go for it!
If it doesn't work out, so be it. What if...? Hehe, I laughed again. What's there to be afraid of, right? I'll use buying her clothes as an excuse, and it would be even better if I could treat her to a meal. Yes, that's it, fucking it!

When my day off came, I rummaged through my closet and found a relatively clean denim jacket and a newly issued short-sleeved advertising t-shirt.
I put on knock-off Nike sneakers, packed the shirt in a plastic bag, and strode towards the building where Yang Xiaochun worked.
Wow, this is the tallest building I've ever been to, and the most upscale place I've ever been to before. I felt a little overwhelmed. Entering the tenth-floor lobby, I saw how different big companies are; the women were beautiful, the men handsome, all dressed in suits.

A pretty receptionist saw me and politely said, "Hello sir, what business do you have?"

I cleared my throat and tried to remain calm, saying, "I'm looking for Manager Yang Xiaochun. Could you tell me which office she works in?"

She looked me over and said, "Do you have an appointment?" I was a little confused, thinking, "It's just a meeting, why do I need an
appointment?" I shook my head and said, "No, I need to see her for personal matters."

She looked impatient and said, "I'm sorry, you can't come in without an appointment. We can talk about personal matters after work." Wow, they actually changed "you" to "you"! That's too fast and too impersonal! I can walk into our factory manager's office without even knocking.

Slightly annoyed, I raised my voice and said, "Young lady, I just want to see Yang Xiaochun for a few words. Is it that serious? Could you at least call her?" The little brat got flustered, probably thinking I wasn't a good person, and shouted, "It's company policy! Get out of here, or I'll call security!" Everyone else in the lobby noticed me, and two started moving closer.

I didn't care about any of that. I hadn't broken the law; she's just a manager. "General Manager Yang, huh? What's so great about her?" I glared at her and shouted angrily, "I'm delivering clothes to Yang Xiaochun! What are you doing?" My shout immediately silenced the entire lobby, and all eyes turned to me. I glanced around and saw two handsome guys with eyes blazing with anger, looking like they wanted to beat me up. I felt a little scared.

A sweet voice rang out: "What's going on? What are you all looking at instead of working?" My goodness! A young woman in a business suit, with flowing hair and bright eyes and white teeth, walked over. It was Yang Xiaochun! I finally saw her in person! She was about my height, and so beautiful! I was practically drooling; I was completely mesmerized.

The receptionist quickly stood up and respectfully said, "Ms. Yang, this person said he's bringing you some clothes." Yang Xiaochun saw me, a little surprised and confused. Then she suddenly remembered everyone was staring at her. I guessed it was because the "bringing clothes" comment was a bit suggestive. Her face flushed slightly.

Slightly nervous, she said, "Oh, it's you. Come in." She turned and left first. I felt so good! Amidst the confused and angry gazes of the crowd, I held my head high and followed Yang Xiaochun into her office. What a large,
spacious, and bright office! A large desk, a large chair, a computer, and all the necessary office equipment—it was much more luxurious than our factory manager's office. Yang Xiaochun sat in his executive chair and gestured for me to sit down in the lower chair opposite him.

I held the clothes above my head with both hands and said respectfully, "Thank you for your concern the other day, Mr. Yang. I specially returned the clothes today.
I washed them, but didn't dare wear them. They're wrapped up carefully, please check them."

Yang Xiaochun chuckled, "It's alright, I didn't expect you to return them. You actually found this place.
Okay, you can put them down and leave."

What, was this an invitation to leave? I put down my clothes and said, "A drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude. I humbly request that you do me the honor of treating us tonight, Ms. Yang."

Yang Xiaochun covered her mouth and laughed, bending over with laughter, waving her hand and saying, "Thank you, no need, hehe, hehe..." I firmly said, "No, it's not in my nature to not repay kindness."

Yang Xiaochun laughed even harder, her body shaking with mirth, saying, "You, what are you treating me to? This is the first time you've treated me like this, hehe."

I was secretly delighted; it seemed like I had a chance. "I'll treat you to ramen, with meat, okay?" As soon as I said it, I regretted it.
Damn, I'm used to eating ramen; how could I possibly treat such a beautiful Ms. Yang to this? How embarrassing!

Yang Xiaochun laughed until she couldn't speak. I realized she was mocking me, looking down on me.
Who do you think I am? I felt a sense of being fooled.

He stood up angrily, steeling his resolve. "So what? I don't care!" he thought, blurting out excitedly. "What the hell are you laughing at? Don't look at me like that! Anyway, I'm treating you. It's a ramen place not far from here. I'll be waiting for you from 6 to 7 pm.

If you're not coming, forget it!" He then raised his head, glared at her with his small eyes, and strode arrogantly out the door. He completely ignored everyone else. That's just my personality. But then he regretted it. How could he talk like that? Saying someone's laughing was ridiculous! He was lucky if they didn't curse him out. Would they even come? Oh well, whatever. He'll just treat himself to a better meal.

[The End]

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