Wonderful Springtime Scenery in the North

Northern Spring Scenery

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Chapter 1

"Get up, husband! Get up, husband!" A sweet, delicate female voice woke me from my sleep. Out of professional habit, I rolled over, and still half-asleep, picked up the phone I had carelessly tossed on the bedside table last night. Damn it, the phone ringing in the middle of the night, it can't be anything good.
Too lazy to open my eyes, I instinctively flipped open the phone: "Hello! Who is this?" The first sentence was purely out of professional habit, the second was the real purpose of the question.

"Old Cuo, where are you having fun?" Through the flip-open receiver, Tan Huo's lazy yet seemingly extremely comfortable voice drifted over, sounding so clear in the northern night at two in the morning. The call quality of the C network is indeed different; I could almost hear Tan Huo's pounding heartbeat in the cold night of Shanghai.
"Damn it," I cursed, feeling a pair of warm little hands slowly exploring my genitals.
"Why did you have to bother me at 2 AM? I thought some major project had gone wrong and the communication had been down for hours."

Tan Huo chuckled and mocked, "Come on, with that crappy equipment your company uses, it's bound to malfunction someday. You're probably used to it by now."

That wasn't far from the truth. While I personally thought the company's equipment wasn't the best in the industry, it was still constantly being shipped all over the country. In my four years in the business, I'd practically traveled all over China.

Our line of work is euphemistically called the IT industry, but it's really the "getting kicked" industry—always ready to be kicked by the boss, kicked by the client. I've lost count of how many nights I've been dragged out of bed by my boss, catching the fastest trains and night flights to put out fires in all directions, only to be yelled at by those suckers. As the contractor, I could only meekly submit, always having to tuck my tail between my legs and act like a grandson.

The small hands beneath me caressed my sensitive areas for a moment, igniting a fire within me. One large hand then moved to the delicate nipple of the woman beside me, giving it a gentle pinch. The woman seemed to feel the pain, letting out a soft moan. The sound was incredibly alluring, reminding me of her joyful singing in bed last night.

"Hey, where did you find this beauty? Let Brother Tan say a few words to her!" This guy's ears were sharp; he'd even heard that soft noise on the other end of the phone.

"Don't be silly. If you're not afraid Fang Ning will skin you alive, your brother will find you ten or eight, to make you feel beautiful and satisfied to the fullest." Tan Huo let out a "Oh dear," followed by a woman's soft laughter, a familiar voice.

"Oh, Fang Ning's here too. Well, forget I mentioned it earlier." Hearing Fang Ning's voice, the image of a woman connected to her surfaced in my mind. I gently shook my head, as if trying to banish the lingering image.

"Hi, Chen Cuo, how are you?" Fang Ning's voice was as sweet as ever. One of the two beauties of the Foreign Languages Department back then, I wonder how she's blossomed now.

A wave of emotion welled up inside me, and I said, "Oh, Fang Ning, my sister, I've missed you so much!"
Fang Ning giggled, and I could almost see her swaying gracefully.

"Still such a sweet tongue, no wonder you can charm girls. Tell me, where is this girl from?" It's so true that women are only interested in men and other women; even an outstanding girl like Fang Ning is no exception.

"Hey, I miss you so much, and you only care about other girls, that's so disrespectful. I need a hug, that'll make me feel a little better." "Hehe, I don't mind, your good brother is going to chop you up!" Then, Tan Huo's exaggerated voice shouted, "Damn it, Chen Cuo, I'll chop you up!"
Hearing that familiar shout and laughter, a warm feeling washed over me, as if I were back in my university days, vaguely seeing Tan Huo standing high on the upper bunk, left hand on his hip, right hand... Gao Yang, raising his voice, proclaimed, "Your Highness, come forward and examine this closely. It says—Qin Xianglian, she is thirty-two years old—suing the current imperial son-in-law—" I, however, shouted from below, "You little brat, get down here! Don't ruin my bed—"
Lost in memories of the past, Fang Ning's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Don't change the subject, tell me quickly, where is this girl from?"

I glanced at the fiery female body beside me, but saw that she had her face obscured by her long, flowing hair, making it impossible for me to see her true features. I sighed inwardly; even in their line of work, there is dignity.

"No, nowhere, I just picked one randomly." As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the female body beside me twitch slightly, as if suppressing certain feelings within her.

"Hey, you're not that kind of person." Fang Ning, of course, didn't believe me. Although she had been immersed in society for several years, her life was all about beauty; how could she understand the mentality of those of us who had been away from home for so long?

"Oh, I'm not that kind of person, then who is?" I was still grateful for her trust. Although I had missed the chance to repay her with my body, I could still repay her with my heart.

"Who is that kind of person? Don't you know? Tan Huo, of course." Fang Ning's voice became even clearer, followed by Tan Huo's loud cry: "I'm innocent! I'm more innocent than Dou E!"

I smiled slightly to myself. Fang Ning had a good way of dealing with Tan Huo. Back when Tan Huo was pursuing Fang Ning, he always described to me how gentle and considerate she was to him. I was tired of hearing it. Later, I said, "If she were truly gentle and considerate, she would tolerate you taking a concubine." Tan Huo never said another word after that.
Today's scene finally proved what I said back then. This also reminds me of the days when a few of us ran the school's BBS. Tan Huo was the deputy administrator and moderator of the Love section. On the newly created Love section's entry page, he left a famous saying that is still talked about in W University's love community: "In the struggle between male and female, if the male does not conquer the female, he will inevitably be conquered by the female."

Today, Tan Huo's words seem like utter nonsense, but back then, he became famous overnight with this statement, known throughout the entire school, and eventually won the heart of his beloved. If those girls who idolized him back then knew that their hero was ultimately "conquered by the female," I wonder how heartbroken they would be.

After a moment of silence, Fang Ning, seeing that I didn't seem to be joking, cautiously asked, "Are you serious?" I softly hummed in agreement and said, "I'm currently on a business trip in City C, and there's a woman sleeping next to me. Is that true or false?"

Fang Ning was silent for a long time before sighing and saying, "Chen Cuo, don't be like that!" I chuckled and said, "What do you mean by 'like that'? Isn't it bad?"

Fang Ning said, "Don't laugh. It's really not good for you to be like this. I still prefer the you from back then." I scoffed, "You prefer the me from back then? Then why didn't you confess to me back then?"

"You—" Fang Ning hadn't expected my sudden retort and was speechless, as if I could see her angry glare.

Tan Huo's voice came through the phone: "Kid, don't bully my wife." "Go to hell! You two woke me up in the middle of the night, can't I get my revenge?"

"Hehe, we're just doing our rounds."

I was about to say something sarcastic when Fang Ning's serious voice came through: "Chen Cuo, listen to me."
"Hey, sister, I'll heed your teachings." I sat up, leaning against the bed, found a pack of cigarettes I'd left on the bedside table yesterday, took one out, and just as I put it to my lips, I heard a "snap," and a flame appeared. It was the woman who hadn't moved an inch beside me who had lit my lighter.

"Thank you!" I said softly. "Thank you? Thank you for what? I haven't even said anything yet!" Fang Ning on the other end of the phone had clearly misunderstood. "What was that sound? It was so loud!"

I chuckled and said, "It's nothing. I'll just call the waiter to bring me a cup of coffee, then I'll listen to Fang Meiren's lecture." "Stop talking nonsense." Fang Ning naturally didn't believe my nonsense, and knew that this kind of rambling would never end, so she quickly became serious and said, "Chen Cuo, aren't we friends?"

That's quite a leap, but anyone with a brain knows how to answer: "Of course, we're best friends."

She dated Tan Huo for four years in college, and I wrote love letters for Tan Huo for four years, most of which were given to her by Tan Huo—of course, a small portion disappeared. Tan Huo's official explanation to me was—I folded paper airplanes, wiped my pen in class, lost them while walking, etc.

One afternoon, I happened to see one of my masterpieces at the hands of a younger girl, and that morning Tan Huo's explanation to me was—I forgot to bring toilet paper and had to make do. Of course, only Tan Huo and I know these things; Fang Ning didn't know before, doesn't know now, and never will.

Tan Huo was afraid I'd reveal his secret, so he resorted to torture, coercion, and even enticement (he promised to introduce me to a beautiful woman, but never did, even after I graduated from university). He was practically ready to kill me to silence me.

Spending time with them, I even became familiar with Fang Ning, who kept clamoring to introduce me to a girlfriend. That's how those stories in my heart came about, but I don't want to think about them anymore.

"Chen Cuo, thank you for treating me as a friend." The sincerity in Fang Ning's voice moved me. "But as friends, I have some things I want to say to you."

I gently closed my eyes, exhaled a few smoke rings, then opened them again, watching them condense, take shape, and finally dissipate. Then I let out a long breath and said, "Go ahead."

Fang Ning was silent for a moment, then said, "Chen Cuo, forget about Aqi."

Chapter Two .

A dull ache throbbed in my heart, as if a healed wound had been reopened.

Suppressing my emotions, I said softly, "Who is Aqi?" Fang Ning didn't speak. I took a few deep drags on my cigarette, tightened my grip on Bei Lei's right hand, and the woman beside me trembled again.

"Chen Cuo, suppressing yourself will only hurt you. Open your heart, and you'll have a better future." Fang Ning's words sounded as pale and powerless as a textbook to me.

I chuckled, "Have you been watching too many romance movies? These words are only good for fooling young girls experiencing their first love."

Fang Ning wasn't angry at all: "You know what I mean. You can't forget Aqi, so you degrade yourself, you just find any woman. But what good will that do? A night of pleasure might make you temporarily forget Aqi, but what about when you wake up in the morning? If Aqi has taken root in your heart, you can't cut her away with a knife."
Women are indeed natural orators. If Tan Huo had said these words to me, I probably would have scolded him to death. It's just a pity that Fang Ning is saying these words to me now; no one in the world is more suited to say them than her.

"Fang Ning, I'm very grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met Aqi." Every time I mention Aqi's name, my heart trembles. Four years. Four years without seeing Aqi. In this industry where time flies, four years is definitely not a short period. What is she like now? Is the man she leans on as happy as I was back then?

"I almost wish you had never met," Fang Ning's soft voice drifted over. I smiled bitterly to myself. Back in the days when Tan Huo and I were the stars of the show, how could I not know Aqi, one of the two beauties of the Foreign Languages Department?

"If you hadn't met her, you might still be the same Chen Cuo you were before." Women always like to make meaningless assumptions, and worse, they often move men, just like I am now. I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray. Perhaps talking about love with women is a man's biggest mistake, because they are always faithful theorists and practitioners.

I sighed and said, "Fang Ning, let's not talk about Aqi anymore, okay? Especially not now."
Fang Ning didn't speak, which I took as tacit agreement, and quickly asked, "How are you two doing now? Are you and Tan Huo doing alright?"

Without talking about love with a woman, Fang Ning lost her motivation and said wearily, "You should talk to Tan Huo about this." She then handed the phone to Tan Huo.

I wasn't so polite to Tan Huo: "You little brat, letting your wife lecture me in the middle of the night, that's really not fair. Watch out, or I'll expose you."

Tan Huo chuckled darkly, "Expose me? Too late, it's already a fait accompli, oh dear—" I didn't even need to look to know that this guy had fallen for Fang Ning's trick again.

After they quieted down, I continued, "How's it going? Things are going well, right?" A familiar "snap" sounded on the other end of the phone as Tan Huo lit a cigarette, his voice low and deep: "If things were going well, would I be calling you in the middle of the night?"

One thing I really admired about Fang Ning was her absolute tolerance of her boyfriend's smoking, unlike Aqi, who forced me to quit after we met.

"What's he smoking?" I mimicked Tan Huo's tone. Tan Huo is from Beijing, and he's always smoking. "Hehe, smell it." This guy's trying to flirt with me.

I could actually smell a faint tobacco scent coming from the receiver: "Hey, Zhonghua, and it's soft-packed, damn!"
Tan Huo exclaimed, "Your nose is amazing, it's incredibly sensitive."

"Hehe, your brother is a god, I've watched you smoke until you're old enough." "What do you mean by 'smoked until you're old enough'?" Fang Ning is from Tianjin, and he occasionally throws in a Tianjin accent. Back in the dorm, when I teased Tan Huo, I often mimicked Fang Ning's tone, "What are you doing?" Hearing her authentic Tianjin accent again made me nostalgic for those old days.

"Hehe, you don't even know what 'grown-up smoker' means. I mean, I watched him smoke all his life, from one yuan a pack, to two yuan a pack, and now sixty yuan a pack. Ah, the years go by—" I sighed, though it was a joke, I was genuinely sentimental.

"Come on, stop with the fluff. Old Cuo, I have something to tell you." Tan Huo's leisurely tone made it hard for me to discern his thoughts.

"Oh, what is it? Is there a little one who can't wait to call me uncle, haha—"
This time even Fang Ning wasn't letting me off the hook: "Chen Cuo, I'm going to chop you up—" But a man's magnanimity was on full display again at this moment, Tan Huo said: "Old Cuo, stop joking.

I got fired—" What? "I was genuinely shocked. Company L, where Tan Huo worked, was once a global leader in the industry. I can't say how well Tan Huo performed in his four years there, but I know very well the background of a prominent figure at W. With Tan Huo's abilities, he's definitely no worse than anyone else. Although the entire industry is in a slump right now, and there were rumors of layoffs at Company L recently, what do these rumors matter in the context of widespread layoffs in the industry?

"Why fire you? You worked there for four years. Damn it, in this industry, in this era, to stay at one company for four years is practically a miracle."

I was a little angry, perhaps because Tan Huo's experience was so similar to mine, giving me a sense of déjà vu.

"It's because I'm a long-time employee and my salary is higher than others that the boss wants to fire me. Damn it, this guy even said he'd save face for me and ask me to resign voluntarily."

Tan Huo's voice was slow and low, but I couldn't detect any sadness in it.

"So what are you going to do? Change companies?"

"Old Cuo, I don't know how you feel, but I just feel that working in this industry is extremely tiring. The boss puts pressure on you day and night, as if he wants to squeeze every last drop of blood out of you. Sometimes I just want to sleep for ten days straight and never wake up again."
Tiredness is a common feeling among people in this industry, but so what? You earn a much higher salary than others in other industries, so you have to put in more effort. I didn't say this to Tan Huo, because everyone understands this principle, and Tan Huo, having been in the industry for quite some time, certainly understands it more thoroughly than others.

"Old Cuo, are you still planning to continue? Have you thought about what to do in the future?" The future? Tan Huo's words struck a chord within me, and a question I had long dared not face was finally laid bare before me.
In the IT industry, probably ninety percent of people don't know what to do in the future. Unfortunately, I am one of them.

I sighed, "I haven't thought about it, I don't know." Tan Huo probably already anticipated my answer: "I'm thinking about it too. To be honest, although the salary at Company L is considerable, I don't know why, but I've long lost the motivation to continue. Now, this is perfect, it's helped me make up my mind."

After a moment of silence, Tan Huo continued, "I don't want to go to other companies either. To be honest, several companies have been trying to poach me, and the salaries are decent, but I just don't want to go. Going there would just be working for someone else. I don't even want to stay at Company L, the industry leader, so what's the point of going anywhere else?"

I absolutely believed him. Once you've seen the ocean, you can't be satisfied with a river; many people have had this feeling. "That's because you've reached a mountaintop, but can't find a higher peak to climb. Losing your direction and unable to find your bearings, you naturally lack the motivation to move forward."

My lecture earned me Tan Huo's disdain: "Fine, fine, if you spent another two or three years in this industry, you'd definitely earn the title of the top philosopher. It seems W University's academic environment is truly nurturing, producing another talent like you."

W University has a history of over a hundred years, making it one of the top universities in China. With this historical accumulation, a specific humanistic atmosphere naturally develops, and W University is renowned in China for its humanities programs, having produced many philosophers throughout its history.

Like most comprehensive universities in China, its humanities programs are exceptionally strong, while its engineering programs are only average. Because I admired W University's humanistic atmosphere and didn't want to specialize in humanities, I chose W University's engineering program.

Tan Huo, on the other hand, was different. In his words, he was tired of Beijing and wanted to escape the cage and have some fun. He inexplicably chose W University, inexplicably chose engineering, and inexplicably ended up sharing a bunk bed with me.
"So what are you planning to do?" I really couldn't think of any suggestions Tan Huo could come up with.

"Old Cuo, have you ever thought about being your own boss?" Tan Huo asked mysteriously. A thought flashed through my mind—did this guy have some ulterior motive?

"Yes, I dream about it. Being a boss is so cool! Owning your own office building, living in a villa, driving luxury cars, having mistresses, and having money and beautiful women rolling in."

"Damn it, stop daydreaming." Tan Huo expressed his indignation at my wishful thinking: "Seriously, have you ever thought about it?"

"Of course I have, but—" "But what?" Tan Huo was clearly getting excited. "But I don't have any money, haha." I seemed to hear Tan Huo sigh on the other end of the phone, and then say, "I don't have any money either."
I was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and Tan Huo also laughed loudly. We all know how important money is in this line of work. The deals that my company X and Tan Huo's company L handle are often in the millions or tens of millions, which are astronomical figures that are unattainable for us.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, it's just a thought. When are you coming to Shanghai for a visit? I'll call Fatty and Lao San, and we brothers will discuss it properly." Fatty and Lao San were my college roommates, brothers who were inseparable from Tan Huo and me.

"Okay, cover my plane ticket." "Damn, you're really greedy, come on, I'll cover your round-trip ticket." I chuckled: "Okay, it's a deal, I'll take a vacation next week." Taking a vacation is just talk, I haven't taken a vacation for two years in a row, and the boss won't let me off so easily.

"Hey, hang up slowly, Tan Huo, give me a bit." I said blankly. "Are you out of your mind, making me sing Peking Opera in the middle of the night?" As expected of my best buddy, he gets it right away.

"Hehe, if it weren't for that mouth of yours, would Fang Meinu have even fallen for you back then?" To be honest, Tan Huo's Peking Opera singing is really good, not just amateurish. His rendition of "The Case of the Beauty Chaser" was a huge hit at the centennial celebration of the school.

Tan Huo cleared his throat and said, "Damn it, I'll let you hear it one more time." Of course, this wasn't Tan Huo taking pity on him; the mischievous Fang Meinu must have whispered something in his ear, probably wanting to see what the effect of singing Peking Opera at two in the morning would be.

"The Prince-Son-in-Law—steps forward to examine it closely, it says—Qin Xianglian, she is thirty-two years old—sues the current Prince-Son-in-Law—" "Lang ge lang ge ge lang—"

I accompanied him through the microphone.

"Press that petition on the—ha—ha—ha—ha—" Damn, Tan Huo's singing is really good. Through the microphone, Tan Huo's high-pitched voice seemed to float in the city's air. This Peking Opera is truly a national treasure.

Before he could even finish his "haha," I shouted, "Okay, hang up! Let me kiss my dear Fang Ning again, haha—"

Tan Huo, who was only halfway through his "haha," heard me and hurriedly said, "Hey, you little rascal—" Amidst Fang Ning's scream, I hung up the phone. Looking at the call time displayed on the phone, forty-five minutes—good heavens, those two gave me a whole lesson. They know I don't need to worry about phone bills; the company reimburses me.

I sighed, turned on the bedside lamp, the soft light like a woman's hand gently caressing my body, bringing a touch of warmth to my heavy heart.

A slender hand reached out from under the covers, touching the phone I had just finished talking to: "Can I see your phone?"

Chapter Three.

This was the first thing this girl said to me besides "business." She was somewhat different from other girls in this profession. Other girls would never touch a customer's things without permission; it's their professional habit, just like how I always say "Hello" as my first words when I answer the phone.

Perhaps it's because she hasn't been in the industry long, I told myself, nodding and letting go of her hand. She took the phone from me and curiously fiddled with it.

"What was that sound that woke you up?" This girl was unusually curious. Luckily, I'm a very patient customer, which is reflected not only in my attitude but also in my prowess in bed. I chuckled inwardly.

I reached for a cigarette on the bedside table, and just as I put it to my lips, the girl tactfully lit her lighter. I took a few deep drags, watching the smoke rings dissipate before my eyes. "Here's how it is." I switched the option to voice recording, pressed the button lightly, and that sweet female voice rang out again: "Get up, honey!
Get up, honey!"

The girl giggled: "How funny. Is this a built-in feature on the phone?" I smiled faintly: "No, I recorded it later." I thought of the last time I got Xiaoxin to record this for me, and how I treated that girl to pizza four times in a week. I'm so glad she didn't get tired of running around.

Seeing the faint smile on my lips, the girl cautiously asked, "Is that your girlfriend's voice?"
"No." After a moment, I added, "You're asking too many questions." The girl's words touched a sore spot in my heart, and my voice turned cold.

The girl turned her head away, not daring to ask any more questions. I flicked the ash from my nearly burnt cigarette, glanced sideways, and saw the girl's profile. I was instantly stunned.

"Aqi!" That was the first thought that surged into my mind. The girl's profile looked exactly like Aqi. A peach-shaped face, delicate eyebrows, long eyelashes, and narrow eyes—I simply cannot describe the shock I felt. Was it really Aqi?

"Aqi!" I called softly, holding her shoulders.

"Sir, sir," the girl called softly, turning her head, clearly unable to withstand the force of my grip. I also woke up with a start, looking at her face. Although she was somewhat pretty, there was no trace of Aqi. I inexplicably recalled a sentence Tan Huo had said: "Actually, all women in the world become the same when the lights are off and they're in bed." I smiled bitterly to myself; Aqi was different from her.

Last night, when I called this girl up, her face was heavily made up, and her lips were painted scarlet. I saw that she was still somewhat pretty, so I let her stay. In bed, I was like a beast in heat, fiercely conquering her. Her technique wasn't very good—in front of me, she didn't need any technique; men were always the protagonists in bed.
Last night, how come I didn't notice that her profile resembled Aqi so much? Do men really only think with their lower bodies? I smiled bitterly to myself for a moment, released my grip on her arm, and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

The girl turned away without speaking, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. I remembered a few adult jokes I used to tell after sex, and I wanted to say them, but the atmosphere wasn't the same as before, so I didn't.
Maybe it was because—her features really, really looked too much like Aqi.

Aqi, do I really not forget you? I gently tugged at my hair, remembering Fang Ning's words, "Chen Cuo, forget Aqi." She was right, I should forget Aqi.

"What's your name?" I rarely asked these girls their names, preferring to call them "Honghong" or "Yanyan," but this time was an exception. Don't ask me why, because I don't know either.

"Yujia. Yu as in rain, Jia as in beauty." Yujia? That's a very elegant name, not like a stage name.
"My name is Chen Cuo, you heard it on the phone earlier, Chen as in statement, Cuo as in error." I told her my name, I don't know why I told her, it was just a sixth sense.

My sixth sense is very accurate. My grandfather was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, skilled in Buddhism, and had studied the sixth sense.
He told me that everyone has a sixth sense, some are strong, some are weak. Those with an exceptionally strong sixth sense can even foresee future events, while those with a weak one can only accept the joys and sorrows of fate, just like ordinary people.

So far, I haven't met anyone with an exceptionally strong sixth sense. I think I'm perhaps the type that's neither strong nor weak, just slightly stronger than the average person, but that's enough. Past events have proven that my sixth sense is often accurate, so I trust it. This time was no exception. My sixth sense told me I should tell her my name.

"Chen Cuo? Your name is interesting." The girl looked grateful; perhaps I was the first guest to tell her my real name. Everyone has dignity; everyone needs to trust others and be trusted.

I shook her hand: "Hello, Yujia!" The girl became a little shy. After all, in this situation, in an environment driven only by money and desire, it was really uncomfortable for the guest she was accompanying to shake her hand.
I understood her feelings; if I were her, I would feel awkward too.

"My surname is Shao." Her voice was soft, but I still heard it. I bet I was the first guest to know her surname was Shao; her expression clearly told me so.

"Hello, Shao Yujia." Her face flushed, and she gently placed her hand in mine. The girl I'd called up last night and I had a strange handshake on the bed. I don't know if it was meaningful; I just did it on a whim. Perhaps it was all because she looked so much like Aqi.
Much of her makeup had been removed, and her scarlet lips were now only a faint rosy hue. Without her heavy makeup, she was remarkably pretty; I regret not noticing last night.

But it's understandable; thinking back to how I called her up yesterday, I still find it somewhat amusing. I'd

barely checked into the hotel yesterday when the phone rang. A coquettish voice asked, "Sir, would you like any special services?"

Having traveled extensively, I was used to such things, so I teased, "What kind of special services do you offer?" The coquettish voice continued, "Whatever you need, sir, we'll do. Chatting, massage, bathing together, making love with you, and if you like, we can even have a threesome—" "

Sister Yan, why are you being so explicit?" a girl next to me whispered. I chuckled inwardly on the other end of the line. "This is what you call blatant? You've probably never called an information desk before.

" "Alright, have the lady next to you come up and chat with me for a bit." The girl's voice faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered: "Yes, sir, coming right away."

Twenty minutes later, the girl arrived. She wore heavy makeup; her face wasn't clearly visible, but she wasn't ugly either, and she was tall and slender—a typical northern girl.

Girls here wear heavy makeup, especially those in this line of work—can you expect them to go without?
But when I woke up, she had removed her makeup, revealing a remarkably pretty girl. Gazing at the girl's shapely figure partially exposed, I felt a surge of desire.

Shao Yujia was very close to me; she sensed my change in body, glanced at me, and whispered, "First—Chen Cuo—"

I abruptly pulled back the covers, and the hot female body was displayed before me without reservation. Northern girls have truly amazing figures; their firm breasts shimmered with an unusual glow under the light, and their two round, long legs pressed tightly together, trying to conceal their fiery red buds.

I swallowed hard, gently grasping her full breasts, and began to knead her rosy nipples with two fingers, while slowly bringing my burning desire closer to her. Her hands skillfully grasped my penis, gently stroking it a few times, and I groaned softly in pleasure.

I gradually increased the pressure of my hands, squeezing her full breasts tightly, and the two fiery nipples even gently touched together. I lightly ran a finger across the nipples pressed together in front of me, and Yujia immediately
cried out "Ah!", her body trembling slightly.

I held her nipples tightly with one hand, while the other hand moved to her crotch, gently caressing the sensitive area on the inside of her thigh. Yujia's reaction was even stronger; with her eyes half-open and half-closed, she had already actively pulled my hand deeper into her peach garden. I extended my middle finger, gently rubbing her already flowing bud. Gazing at her flushed face, I suddenly thrust my middle finger forcefully into her still-dry passage. Yu Jia's body stiffened as if electrocuted, half her upper body jerking off the bed with a loud "Ah!" She involuntarily turned her face, revealing her beautiful contours.

"Aqi, Aqi, I'm coming." Burning with desire, I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me, my fiery member penetrating her body. She let out a soft "Oh," her body stilling, as if adjusting to my massive member.

I was already impatient, my body moving gently. The warmth of her passage further fueled my ferocity. I thrust my member deep inside again and again, until my movements became somewhat rough. Shao Yu Jia bit her lip, closing her eyes, which resembled Aqi's.

"Open your eyes," I commanded coldly, staring intently into her eyes. As soon as Shao Yujia opened her eyes, I thrust violently, penetrating her to the deepest part of her passage. Shao Yujia groaned loudly. Before she could react, my movements became even more intense, each thrust penetrating deep into her flower.

Shao Yujia's slender legs tightly gripped my waist, her buttocks raised high, fully cooperating with my movements.
Gazing at her beautiful silhouette, I called out Aqi's name again and again in my heart, as if the Aqi beneath me was still the same Aqi from years ago.

Under my violent thrusts, Shao Yujia was already groaning loudly, but I felt no pity; my enormous penis seemed to continue to grow. Suddenly, Shao Yujia grabbed my arm, desperately pressing her buttocks against my penis, letting out an "Ah!" as a gush of fluid spurted out from her passage.

My penis, bathed in the fiery torrent, swelled and swelled, until finally, unable to bear it any longer, I roared, and my engorged penis plunged deep into the passage, spraying the essence of life deep within… I lay silently on the bed, looking at the girl beside me, her skin slightly flushed after the passion, my mind filled with memories of being with Aqi. Whose bed is she in now? A tearing pain gripped my heart; I clenched my teeth, my hands seemingly trying to rip the snow-white sheets apart.

Unable to bear the agonizing pain any longer, I got up and took a can of beer from the refrigerator. The sound of the can opening didn't wake the sleeping girl; this was just one of my countless nights. Early in the morning, this girl who looked like Aqi would quietly leave after I paid, and everything would return to normal.

After the exercise, I still had no desire to sleep; it was a habit I'd developed—either I slept my fill, or I didn't sleep a wink. Today's situation, of course, was thanks to the Tan couple.

Looking at the last cigarette in the pack, I found the lighter the girl had tossed aside. "Snap!" The flame illuminated the sleeping girl's face—her features were so strikingly similar to Aqi's.

I sighed, slowly walked to the French windows, and pulled back the tightly drawn curtains. At four in the morning in the north, though still shrouded in darkness, a thin mist had already settled over it. Standing on the thirteenth floor, I saw the lights, near and far, thick and thin—this was a city that never sleeps. In this sleepless city, how many sleepless people like me are there? No matter how dazzling the city's scenery, I am destined to be just a passerby.

After standing there for a while, I felt a chill creep in. I took out my laptop, plugged in the phone line, put in my earphones, and heard that familiar dial tone.

Browsing through various websites, perhaps because it was too early, the news was still from yesterday: a female celebrity and a wealthy businessman were caught on camera having an affair; a nightclub dancer revealed her passionate one-night stand with a famous athlete; the Middle East situation was tense; the Israeli-Palestinian peace talks were progressing slowly; the Iraq War was imminent… While browsing these websites, a figure flashed on QQ: “Brother Cuo, what are you doing here?”

Chapter Four

I smiled slightly, not expecting to run into Xiao Xin at this time. Xiao Xin is my junior, she joined X Company two years after me. Back in W University, she was Tan Huo and I’d always followed us around.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? It’s 4 AM on this day, and you’re still browsing QQ. Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” I wasn’t going to be polite to this little girl, especially since she’d lectured me far more often than I’d lectured her.

“Not tomorrow, it’s today—no work, it’s Saturday.” Saturday? Oh, I just remembered. "What? Didn't your boss force you to work overtime coding today?" Xiaoxin works in R&D in a department of the company. I left this department two years ago, and Xiaoxin had just joined.

"Would Pighead Wang be that kind? I worked until midnight last night to get the program working." Pighead Wang is Xiaoxin's supervisor. That nickname was given to Xiaoxin by me when I left, to express my hatred for him. His real name is Wang Qiang.
According to Xiaoxin, Pighead Wang started to intentionally or unintentionally approach her only a few days after she joined the department. Fortunately, there's an unwritten rule in our industry that it's taboo for colleagues to date, otherwise, Pighead Wang would have already launched a full-scale offensive of flowers and love letters to Xiaoxin.

"What? Is Pighead King still after you?" "He wouldn't dare! I told you I'm Brother Cuo's man." "What?" I almost dropped my cigarette. "How could you do this? My good reputation is ruined! All those female colleagues who secretly admire me are heartbroken. Oh—may God bless them, Amen!"

"Hehe, otherwise how could I avoid his harassment? This trick really worked! He really didn't dare to approach me again." Xiao Xin was clearly very proud of her masterpiece.

"Brother Cuo, why is he so afraid of you? I heard that you pointed your finger at him and called him Pighead King—" Hehe, recalling that time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. It was the most satisfying thing I did after joining X Company.

Pighead King had been with us for a year longer than me. Back then, he wasn't a supervisor, but he always liked to flatter superiors and bully subordinates, often ordering us newbies around to do odd jobs. That day, I finally lost my temper and we had a huge argument, almost coming to blows. It escalated all the way to the department head, becoming known as the "July Conflict Incident" (that's what everyone called it, according to Xiaoxin later).

Luckily, I was considered one of the more technically skilled people in the department, and the boss was kind to me, so the matter was quickly dropped. However, I felt there was no point in staying there any longer, so I submitted a report and was transferred to the service department. Although I was running around all day, I never had to see that idiot king again, and life was quite pleasant. Later, that idiot king actually became a supervisor, so he must have been quite a character. Maybe I was just too young and impulsive back then.

Xiaoxin probably heard all this from others, which is why she insisted on asking me for clarification. "Hey, that was a long, long time ago—" "Stop—don't be so cliché, okay?" Before I could finish my opening remarks, Xiaoxin interrupted me.

"You were so young back then—" "Brother Cuo, please, spare me—okay, okay, stop talking." Although I missed the chance to proclaim my heroic deeds, it saved me the trouble of typing so many words.
"Brother Cuo, where are you now?" "In bed." "

Of course, where's your bed?" "In a hotel bed."

"You—" "Hehe—" Teasing a little girl is actually quite fun, especially when a man is most bored. I can almost see Xiao Xin's coquettish expression.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'm in City C." Seeing that there was no response for a long time, I was afraid that the girl was really angry, so I quickly confessed honestly.

"So you didn't have a meeting yesterday?" After a while, Xiao Xin's message came through, sounding very reluctant to talk to me.

"What meeting? You know, I hate meetings the most." There are so many meetings at the company, especially recently. Every day there are meetings about how bad the industry situation is, how the competitors are dealing with the crisis. I'm getting a little scared of them.

"The company held a meeting yesterday and they said they're going to lay off staff." "

So what if they lay off people? It's not like it's the first time I've heard that. In this line of work, you have to be prepared to be fired at any time." "Brother, do you think I'll be laid off?" Women and men are indeed a bit different; they easily doubt themselves when facing a crisis.

"No way, you're doing a great job. Where can you find an employee as pretty and obedient as you? Besides, there's that idiot Wang who has a crush on you—" "Can you please not mention that annoying person?" Xiao Xin seemed to genuinely hate that idiot Wang.

"Okay, okay, even if you get fired, it's not a big deal. You can go to another company. Programmers can find work anywhere." "

Hmm, you're right." Xiao Xin seemed somewhat relieved. Women are easily comforted—and similarly, easily deceived, which is the source of many tragedies. "Tan Huo just called me." "Ah, how are Brother Tan and the others? It's been so long since I've seen Sister Ning, I miss her." Xiao Xin was Tan Huo and I'd followed each other around school, so naturally she became familiar with Fang Ning and A Qi.

"Fang Ning's doing well, just like you, always so happy." "Isn't happiness good?" "Of course happiness is good, I wish you all a lifetime of happiness."

"Thank you. You haven't told me how Brother Tan is doing yet?" "Tan Huo? He resigned—"

"Huh?" Xiao Xin was clearly unprepared, perhaps because she hadn't seen much of the world.
"Company L offered very good benefits, why did he resign?"

"Can't he resign just because the benefits are good? Money doesn't represent everything." As I said this, I could feel my own hypocrisy. Damn it, money really does represent everything.

"That's true. So, do they have any plans?" Xiaoxin is so naive; she's probably the only one in the world who would believe that.

"Tan Huo said he hasn't decided yet, so he called me to discuss it." "What terrible advice did you give them?"

"Little girl, don't be so sarcastic. Don't forget, you asked me for bad advice when you were looking for a boyfriend!" "Yeah, yeah, it was you who gave me some terrible advice, like some kind of boyfriend rule or intelligence test, which scared everyone away. Now I still haven't found a boyfriend, and I want you to give me one."

The boyfriend rule was something a male colleague at work secretly wrote for Xiaoxin, so I drafted a boyfriend rule for her and sent it to him. But that guy quickly fell silent. I remember some of the rules were like this: "Without your girlfriend's permission, you may not move freely within a three-meter radius; without your girlfriend's permission, you may not speak to your parents—"

The funniest one was the last one: "Without your girlfriend's permission, you may not watch Category III films or adult films. If you really want to watch them, you must first submit a written application and wait for official approval." Xiao Xin laughed so hard after reading it that she urged me to quickly send it to that guy. From then on, there was a rumor in the company—to pursue the beautiful Xiao Xin, you must first seriously study and implement the boyfriend rules.

As for the intelligence test, it was even simpler. Just find a few Microsoft interview questions or go to a website and take a passage from the Arabic version of "Gone with the Wind" and ask him to translate it into Chinese, and everything would be OK.

Although Xiao Xin was joking, it was true that she didn't have a boyfriend. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl like her didn't have a boyfriend. Her good brother in the dormitory, Lao San, sent her roses for a whole semester, but he still couldn't win her heart. Back in school, Tan Huo and I had both tried to introduce her to boyfriends, but she always declined with various excuses. Later, rumors spread that she had a crush on either Tan Huo or me, which became a topic of banter between Tan Huo and me.

"Getting you a boyfriend is easy, right? It's me! The idol of every girl at W University, the dream lover of the office lady at X Company, how about it?" While I was being a bit boastful, it was true that a girl at W University had a crush on me back then, Xiao Xin told me. Although she didn't say who, it still made me very happy.

Xiao Xin was silent for a moment, then said, "Enough of this nonsense. What advice did you give Tan Ge?"
"How could I give him any advice? We'll just have to wait and see. Oh, and he also asked me to come to Shanghai sometime."

"Great! Great! You have to take me with you!" I thought to myself, secretly amused by the lively girl.
"Okay, as long as you have time then." Programmers rarely have time to rest. No matter how many times you modify it, there will always be bugs. You can only modify and upgrade it again and again. The equipment at my company, X, is seven or eight years old, and the software is still being upgraded continuously.

Just as this matter was coming to an end, I was about to urge her to log off and go to sleep when she asked again, "Brother Cuo, do you have any more accounts?"

"What accounts?"

"QQ accounts?"

"Don't you already have one? Why do you need another one? Is someone harassing you?"

"You're the one who likes to harass me the most. Stop asking so many questions, do you have any more?"

Unable to resist the little girl's coquettishness, I replied helplessly, "I don't have any six-digit numbers, but I have one seven-digit number."
"Really? That's great! Tell me quickly."

Seeing her excited look, I could only surrender and send her the number.

There was no response on the other end for a while. I opened and closed the window repeatedly out of boredom. Just as I was getting impatient after going back and forth a few times, a familiar name popped up in my online friend list: "Aqi."

A pang of sadness shot through my heart. "Aqi" messaged me: "Brother Cuo, it's me, Xiaoxin." I was silent for a moment before replying, "I know."

"Brother Cuo, I'm sorry, I didn't know this was Sister Qi's account." Xiaoxin had obviously seen the profile and knew who the original owner was.

"It's alright, that's all in the past. This account is yours." I had registered this account for Aqi when most people in the Foreign Languages Department were still clueless. We had spent many wonderful times on it, but sadly, she would never use it again.

"Brother Cuo, thank you. I will definitely cherish this account. I want to change the profile information to mine, is that okay?" Xiaoxin asked cautiously, seemingly trying to ease my pain by reopening old wounds.
"Of course, it's yours now." "Thanks. I'll go change it."

A few minutes later, Xiaoqi sent a message: "It's changed, refresh it."

I glanced at "Aqi," clicked the mouse lightly, and "Aqi" disappeared, replaced by a long string of English letters "shmirly."

"shmirly? What does that mean?" I really didn't understand Xiaoxin. Wouldn't it be better to just name it Xiaoxin like her account? Xiaoxin, Xiaoxin, what a friendly girl-next-door name.

"Hehe, you don't understand, do you? You're so silly. But if I don't tell you, you'll never understand." Faced with this quirky girl, I could only admit defeat: "Stop torturing me, just tell me, what does it mean?"

"This is my wish, take your time reading it, remember to tell me when you understand. Okay, I'm going to go to sleep now, ah, so sleepy. Goodnight, Brother Cuo!" "

Please, it's good morning." I was about to correct her mistake, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Shmirly, shmirly, what does that mean? That little rascal, Xiaoxin. (

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