Desire in the Sea of Flowers - Xiaoyun's Mask (The End)

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Sand, Gobi Desert, and the sweltering air rose from the desolate highway. My mouth was parched as I drove across the vast wilderness of Northwest China.

I pressed the accelerator, disregarding all traffic laws, enjoying this moment of unbridled freedom. However, having lived in humid regions, I wasn't quite used to the dryness of the Northwest.

A straw was shoved into my mouth, and I immediately sucked on it, gulping down several mouthfuls like a baby nursing. The sweet drink soothed the heat in my heart.

I turned my head and looked at Xiaojun sitting beside me, smiling slightly.

This morning, I had planned to refuel after leaving home, but both gas stations on the map were closed for various reasons. Reluctantly, we had to keep driving. Fortunately,

after calculation, the gas would last until we reached the next inhabited town, but to save fuel, we didn't turn on the air conditioning.

The Northwest climate is characterized by such large temperature differences; it was chilly when we left in the morning, but now it was incredibly hot.

Xiaoyun had already taken off her coat, wearing only a white shirt. She held the drink I was offered in one hand, and in the other, she was playing with the black mask she'd bought at the market in front of her.

I met Xiaoyun at an art exhibition two years ago. She was a beautiful girl.

The first time I saw her, I was attracted by her charming short hair and outstanding figure.

At the time, she was very interested in a painting I had done called "Mask," which gave me the opportunity to get closer to her.
After a brief chat, I realized that she didn't want to dress so elegantly; instead, she possessed an indescribable aloofness and quietness.

However, in our line of work, such artistic young people are quite common, so I didn't feel awkward.
After that, I began a relentless pursuit of Xiaoyun. After more than two months of effort, we finally became a couple.

Xiaoyun loves to travel, especially to secluded places, which is exactly what I love.
This year, thanks to my hard work, my paintings sold well, and I earned a considerable income. After things calmed down, I used the money to buy the car I'd been wanting for a long time, and Xiaojun also happened to have a vacation. So,

Xiaojun and I embarked on our long-awaited road trip to the northwest.

Xiaojun took my half-finished drink and gulped it down.

Seeing that she also looked hot and uncomfortable, I comforted her, "We're only about 30 kilometers away from Karata."
Xiaojun nodded, said she was fine, and then continued to play with the mask in her hand.

"Do you like it that much?"

I asked with a smile.

Xiaoyun said, "Ah, it's rare to see such a purely natural mask. From the texture to the lacquer, although it's rough, it's very distinctive."

"Yes, the masks here are made of a local willow wood. They're hand-carved, then brushed with lacquer extracted from plants, and finally polished using a smoking method. This special technique has been practiced locally for hundreds of years."

Because of the heat, Xiaoyun unbuttoned one button of her shirt, and from my angle, I could vaguely see a bit of her high, firm breasts, which made my throat feel hot.

Xiaoyun's figure was indeed exceptionally good. Although her bones were slightly larger than average for a woman, making her look more "strong" than half a girl, her curvaceous figure and almost perfect proportions gave her a mature woman's heroic spirit and charm.

Looking at the glimpse of snow-white skin under her shirt, I couldn't help but reach out, wanting to slip my hand inside Xiaoyun's collar and touch her beautiful breasts.

However, when my hand was halfway there, Xiaoyun discovered my intention.

"Slap!" She lightly patted my hand, saying in a slightly coquettish tone, "Just drive."
However, this action only fueled my desire. Imagining her naked body beneath me, her supple lips, breasts, and buttocks, my groin immediately hardened. Just as I was hesitating whether to stop the car and have some "wild sex" with her in this deserted wilderness, Xiaoyun's voice rang out.

"Look, isn't there a gas station?"

My desire instantly subsided, and I looked in the direction Xiaoyun was pointing. Sure enough,

there was a "gas station." I used quotes because it was incredibly rudimentary. Driving closer, I saw that

this so-called gas station consisted of only a small, single-story building, a dilapidated "China Petroleum"

sign, a tanker truck covered in dust, and a similarly old-looking RV.

This "gas station" reminded me of the illegal gas station in the movie "No Man's Land," the only difference being that this one looked slightly more like a habitable place.

I drove up to the bungalow, honked the horn twice, and waited a while, but no one came out.
So I got out to check.

The gas station bungalow had an old-fashioned double wooden door, unlocked, just ajar.

I pushed the door open; inside was a small shop, with some drinks and food on old wooden shelves, a counter, and several stools facing it—it had a bit of a Western American pub feel.
The inner door was locked, so obviously no one was inside.

Somewhat disappointed, I came out and told Xiaoyun in the car what had happened.

Xiaoyun pouted and looked towards the RV not far away.

I immediately nodded and walked towards the RV.

This RV wasn't one of those luxurious, comfortable ones; it looked more like a shipping container with two windows, parked alone in the windswept countryside.

Through the wind, I faintly heard a woman's voice; maybe there really was someone inside. I quickened my pace.

The sound grew clearer until I realized it was a woman's moans, real and full of desire, clearly not coming from a stereo. Someone inside must be having a passionate encounter.
I chuckled to myself. Was it really like in those movies about deserted areas, where cheap prostitution was taking place in this dilapidated gas station? My suppressed lust was reignited by the sound. Thinking this, I could only shake my head helplessly.

Not wanting to disturb them, I was about to return to my car to wait when, as I turned, I tripped over a piece of steel on the ground. I stumbled and knocked over a stack of messy metal buckets.

The crashing noise startled the people inside the RV.

"Who is it?"

a woman's voice with a slight minority accent came from inside.

"Ah, sorry, I'm just passing by,"

I said awkwardly, getting up from the ground. "Excuse me, can I get gas now?"
Just then, Xiaoyun, who had seen me fall, came to my side.

"Are you alright?"

Xiaoyun asked, brushing the dust off me.

I shook my head, and then the woman's voice came from inside the car again.

"Wait a minute, drive the car next to the tanker and wait."

"What are the people in the car doing?"

Xiaoyun asked, confused.

I just laughed and didn't answer.

Instead,

I pulled her back into the car and parked it next to the tanker's oil pipeline.

A little while later, a young woman came out of the car. Obviously, our arrival had ruined her good time; her face showed her displeasure, and her clothes were somewhat disheveled from her haste.
She was a woman from a minority group, and looked to be no more than thirty years old.

She had a full bust and a large bottom, and her features were quite attractive, but she still looked unhappy.
"What's wrong with this woman?"

Xiaoyun asked me softly.

I smiled and said to her, "Didn't you tell from her clothes and her somewhat messy hair? We ruined her good time."

Xiaoyun looked the woman up and down, then realized what I meant by "good time," blushed, and glared at me.

The woman approached our vehicle and said, "We only have 93-octane gasoline, ten yuan a liter."

The price was surprisingly low. I nodded and said, "Fill it up."

While the woman was busy, a man got out of the RV.

Judging from his build, he was quite tall and imposing; it's rare to see a man of this height from an ethnic minority group.
As he got closer, his appearance surprised even me.

This man looked more like a Han Chinese, with only his slightly brown eyes and curly hair suggesting local ancestry.

Undoubtedly, he was considered very handsome locally.

Although his skin was somewhat rough, he looked very clean, which made me, someone from a distant big city, feel more at ease.

He wore a black vest and jeans, revealing two thick, muscular arms.
His clean and presentable attire was also unusual for the area.

I glanced at Xiaoyun and noticed she was also looking at the man, only quickly averting her gaze after sensing my gaze.

"Hello,"

the man greeted me first. Surprisingly, his Mandarin was quite standard, with no accent.

"Hello,"

I nodded back.

"Where are you from?"

"Wuxi."

"Oh? Wuxi is quite far from here. I've been there once before."

The man's voice was excited, carrying the simplicity and enthusiasm typical of ethnic minorities: "I went to Wuxi the year before last and stayed there for almost a month."

I nodded and asked, "Are you a local?"

The man shook his head and said, "No, no, I live in Musi. I've been free lately, so I'm traveling around."

"Ah, we're going to Musi." "

Oh? You're going to Musi?"

"Yes,"

Xiaoyun interjected, "We're going to a primary school in Musi."

Besides tourism, our trip also included a plan to teach a painting class at a Hope Primary School in a small town called Musi.

I contacted their school before I left, originally intending only to donate some books and supplies. However, after learning about my profession, the school said that due to the remoteness of the area, they lacked sufficient teachers and hoped I could teach a few art classes for the children. I immediately agreed, planning to stay in Musi with Xiaojun for a few more days.
"Ah, I know, you're the teachers who came to teach the children painting."

The man's tone suddenly became even more enthusiastic, patting my shoulder twice. I knew this was a sign of friendliness in local custom, so I patted his shoulder twice in return.

"You know about us?"

Xiaojun asked.

"Yes, because Musi is a small place, everyone knows everything."

The man said, then suddenly slapped himself and said, "Ah, look at me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Aikun, you can call me Akun."

"Aikun? That's a Han Chinese name."

I asked.

"Yes, my father is Han Chinese, and my mother is local."

I nodded, which explained why he looked somewhat different from the locals.
Akun continued, “I live in Mus and sometimes teach at the school, teaching the children to write some Chinese characters. It’s busy with farming lately, so the children have all gone home to help, and I’ve come out to travel around. We’ll meet again in Mus in a couple of days. I’ll take you to our rain-seeking ceremony then.”

Just then, the woman filled up the gas tank.

Perhaps because of Akun, her attitude towards us changed.

“Are you going directly to Mus now? It’s almost fifty kilometers from here,”

Akun asked.

“Ah no, we need to go to Karata first to find a man named Najiang. He’s been our guide for a while.”

“Ah, Uncle Najiang,”

Akun said, “He’s a very interesting uncle, and although he never went to school, he’s the most knowledgeable elder in the area and very respected.”

The gas tank was full, and Akun offered to give us some water and food, but I politely declined.
After asking him about Najiang’s accommodation, I set off.

"Xiaojun, what do you think of the people here?"

Xiaojun stared out the window, lost in thought. After a while

, she came to her senses and said, "Ah, they're pretty good. The people here are very simple." Her tone seemed a little dazed.

Leaving the gas station, we were less than twenty kilometers from Karata. A dozen minutes later, our car arrived at a small town by the roadside.

This town was nestled in the Gobi Desert, surrounded by a large forest of sand willows.

Although the town only seemed to have two or three streets, it was considered quite large in this northwestern desert.

Following Akun's directions, I drove to a domed house at a corner of the middle street before taking out my phone and dialing Najiang's number.

After a while, an elderly man wearing blue-gray stripes and a white hat came out of the house. Seeing our distinctive attire, he immediately greeted us with a smile.

"You must be Wang Shi and Yao Yun?"

"Yes."

"Welcome, my honored guests, I am Na Jiang."

He bowed to us.

We quickly returned the bow. I sized up Na Jiang; he was short, with a stubble beard, but his eyes were very deep.

Na Jiang invited us into the house. The large house didn't have much furniture, mostly cushions and small tables in the center.

It was a row of masks on the wall that caught Xiao Yun's attention.

"Oh? It seems Miss Yao likes these masks?"

"Yes,"

Xiao Yun replied.

"No wonder you came to Mus. Mus has many unique mask customs."

I nodded and said, "That's why we came to Mus. Uncle Najiang, when do we set off?"
"No rush,"

Najiang glanced at his watch in his pocket, "It's still sixty kilometers to Mus. Although the distance isn't far, the latter half is all difficult mountain roads. You two should rest for a bit before continuing."

As he spoke, a middle-aged woman came in from outside carrying a large plate of fruit.

After eating the fruit and resting for a while, Najiang said he was going to find someone. He returned about ten minutes later to tell us to get going.

When we came out of the house, a small truck was parked in front of our car, and two local young men, who looked to be in their early twenties, were standing in front of it.

Najiang said that the two young men were Kalim and Kaliti. The road to Mus was in bad condition, and since the two brothers were going to deliver goods, they were traveling together so they could look after each other.

"After leaving Karata, the road definitely got more and more difficult. After about twenty kilometers, we were already deep in the mountains. The mountain road wasn't as winding as I'd imagined, but the surface was no longer paved; it had become a very bumpy gravel road. I was focused on driving and didn't pay much attention to the changes around me. Fortunately, a local was leading the way, so it wasn't too difficult." "There are so few trees on the mountains here,"

Xiaoyun said, moving to the back seat.

"Yes, the Northwest region is short of water, and the wind and sand are strong, so there's only wild grass on the mountains here, and very few trees. Unlike your inland areas, it's rare to find people living on the mountains here because there's no water and the wind is so strong,"
Najiang said beside me.

"Karata used to be sparsely populated, but in recent years, with the development of a large oil field to the north, the population has gradually increased."

"What about Musi? Since it's so inconvenient, why haven't the people moved away?"

"No, Musi is different. It's a treasure trove of natural resources here. The water is much more plentiful than in the Gobi Desert, and the land yields are quite good."

"Oh?"

I was a little curious. If the natural conditions are the best in the area, why is it so barren?
Najiang seemed to have guessed my curiosity and said, "You two have come from afar and probably don't know much about Musi. Actually, most of the people living in Musi aren't locals; they're a branch of a tribe from the southern Tianshan Mountains. About thirty years ago, there was an earthquake in the south, and they moved here. Because the people in the south and north of the mountains have very different habits and personalities, and because the Musi people have always been very mysterious in the south, they settled in the uninhabited mountains after moving here." "

At first, I heard that life in Musi was very hard; nothing could grow on the mountains, and they could only survive on government relief food. But after they lived there for a while, the environment on the mountains started to change. The first time I went to Musi was more than ten years ago, and they could basically support themselves. However, as you know, there are very few teachers in places like ours, and volunteer teachers are unwilling to come. Occasionally, a teacher will come to teach, but they don't stay long. The longest a teacher stayed was only a little over a year. So, the people of Musi are very happy that you could come, even if it's just for a short stay."

I felt a little embarrassed; we were just giving lectures for a couple of days.

"What do the Namus people usually do for a living?"

Xiaojun asked from behind.

"There are many options. Besides farming, they also make pottery and other handicrafts, but their main craft is masks. However, they rarely use masks for large-scale trading; they only use them sometimes to exchange for daily necessities. Most of their work is related to their tribal activities."

At this point, Najiang suddenly turned to us, looking at us meaningfully, and said, "You two are a couple, and adults. If you have the opportunity, you could visit some of the local tribal activities. It will definitely be a unique experience. However, if you haven't been there before, you might feel a little awkward." I did

n't pay much attention to Najiang's words. Ethnic minorities are generally open-minded, and romantic relationships are often more passionate. The so-called awkward activities were probably just young men and women expressing their affection for each other.

The road was indeed difficult to travel; the speed limit was 30 kilometers per hour, especially in several treacherous sections where there was only one narrow path. If you needed to pass another vehicle, you had to take a detour.

The short 30-kilometer mountain road took us an hour and a half to traverse.

Rounding a bend in the mountain valley, Musi came into view.

This place was indeed different from the outside world, truly resembling a paradise.

Although it still looked somewhat desolate, there was at least a lot of green vegetation.

Most of the houses here were built with shale and mud from the mountain, so they were all small bungalows, but a rough estimate suggested there were at least a hundred households.

After parting ways with the two brothers who had led the way, Najiang led us directly to a mountain valley and into a brick courtyard.

"This is Musi's only guesthouse. Although it's small, it's the best you can find here. Please make do."

Actually, this exceeded my expectations; the houses were clearly newly built and not as dilapidated as I had imagined.
My and Xiaojun's room was in the middle, and all the basic necessities had been prepared for us.
Najiang said to us, "Please rest for a while. We've prepared hot water for you in the bathroom in the backyard, but please understand that the hot water here is only enough for twenty minutes. Later, we've prepared a welcome dinner for you, and I'll come and invite you then."

We were very grateful for Najiang's hospitality, knowing that water is precious in this place, and taking a bath isn't easy.

After Najiang left, Xiaoyun opened her suitcase and started packing, while I looked around idly.

"Hey, honey, why do people here like masks so much?"

I said, watching Xiaoyun busy herself. "I don't know, but I heard that in many places in the Northwest, masks are used for sacrificial rites."

Just then, a very special mask on the wall caught Xiaoyun's attention.

It was a small, brown mask, clearly a woman's mask.

Around the mask was a circle of delicate white feathers, creating a strong visual contrast with the brown mask.

Xiaoyun clearly loved the mask. She couldn't help but take it down from the wall, examining it closely for a long time before turning to me and asking, "How is it? Does it look good?"

The mask suited Xiaoyun perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for her.

Especially since the jawline was removed, revealing her lips and chin—the most delicate parts of her face.

"This belongs to Teacher Bai,"

I said, about to compliment her, when a little girl's voice came from outside the door.

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl of about ten years old standing in the doorway.

The girl seemed very clever, with big eyes, but her clothes were simple and somewhat worn, and she held a small rag doll in her hand.

"Who is Teacher Bai?"

Xiaoyun asked, taking off the mask and smiling as she squatted down to stroke the little girl's face.

"Teacher Bai is Teacher Bai. She used to be my teacher, but she disappeared. She even gave me a doll."

"Disappeared?"

Xiaoyun asked curiously.

"I heard from the adults that she went to the Tianshan Mountains."

Just as we were feeling a bit confused, another voice rang out from outside the door.

"Laya, what are you doing here?"

The speaker was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, dressed in traditional local clothing, with a smile on her face.
However, as soon as Raya saw her, she turned and ran away.

"This child,"

the woman smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Turning to us, she said, "You must be new guests. My name is Wangmu, and I live next door. Feel free to come to me if you need anything."

I thanked her and asked, "Who is this Teacher Bai that Laya mentioned?"

"Oh,"

Wangmu said, "Teacher Bai's name is Bailu. She was the last teacher to come here to teach, about the same age as this young lady. She was a very kind person, especially to Laya, so everyone here liked her. But then we heard she suddenly fell ill and was taken away, and soon after, we heard she died from her illness. That was two years ago. Since Laya was still young then, we told her that Teacher Bai went to the Tianshan Mountains. And after that, perhaps because of Teacher Bai, no teacher has been willing to come to teach here again."

"Oh,"

I nodded, while Xiaojun, standing beside me, seemed thoughtful.

After Wangmu left, Xiaojun took out toiletries from her bag and handed them to me: "Go take a shower."

I smiled and hugged Xiaojun, saying, "Let's shower together."

Xiaojun pushed me away: "Don't be silly, we'll be going out later, and there's not much water here, so hurry up."
Saying that, she pushed me towards the bathroom in the backyard.

After quickly washing up, I lay on the bed, lost in thought.

After waiting for about an hour, Najiang led us to a dam in the center of Musi.

It was already getting dark, and everyone could only walk by flashlight.

The scene was not quite what I had imagined. Although there was a campfire, everyone was not roasting food around it. Instead, on the other side of the dam, there were carpets laid out, each with a portion of food and fruit.

When they saw us arrive, everyone stood up.

The one in the lead, who was about the same age as Najiang and was obviously their leader, came forward first.

"Welcome, distinguished guests. I am the chieftain here, my name is Usman."

Then he introduced me to several elders of the tribe, but I didn't remember any of them. I only remember everyone bowing to us warmly, and we hurriedly returned the greeting.

After a warm welcome, everyone sat on their carpets to enjoy the food.

In addition to food and fruit, each person had a large cup of goat's milk wine in front of them.

Actually, I almost never drink alcohol, but partly out of curiosity and partly because of the fatigue of the journey, I picked up the cup and took a sip.

The wine tasted quite sweet at first, so I didn't control myself and soon felt dizzy.

At this time, the crowd around us became lively, and some young men and women who had finished eating began to dance around the fire.

I looked at Xiaoyun beside me, her face was also flushed under the influence of alcohol.

She beckoned me to sit next to her and then leaned on my shoulder.

"This wine has a strong aftereffect."

"Yeah, drink less."

Just then, Xiaojun suddenly pouted and pointed to the dancing crowd, saying, "Look."

Following Xiaojun's direction, I noticed that the dancing men and women were all wearing locally made masks.

"Huh, everyone here wears masks when dancing?"

I was a little surprised.

"Yes,"

Najiang said, sitting down next to me with a wine glass in hand. "Want to know why?"

I nodded.

"Actually, masks mean a lot to the Musi people. In the past, the Musi people wore masks when fighting and hunting, supposedly to bring good luck. But more importantly, masks have another function."

"Oh?"

"The Musi people used to live south of the mountains. The people south of the mountains are very warlike, and there used to be frequent large-scale battles. In Musi, both men and women used to participate in battles, and battles naturally led to a decrease in population. And a long time ago, the Musi people were not allowed to intermarry with other tribes, so the birth rate would drop sharply after battles. Therefore, different couples were allowed to have children together."

"Ah..."

Xiaojun was a little surprised.

"Yes, that's unavoidable. Back then, after battles, the Musi people would hold such gatherings. At these gatherings, everyone would wear masks and dance together. If they met someone suitable, they would invite them to have sex. Because of the masks, there was no awkwardness, and afterwards, there was no need to worry about whose child was whose. Every child in Musi was cared for by everyone from a young age. In this way, the birth rate was guaranteed." "

It's a really strange custom,"

Najiang smiled. "So, in Musi, masks represent more of a sexual liberation. Nowadays, although there is no more war, the Musi people still continue these gatherings. At these gatherings, everyone wears masks and dances to their heart's content. And at these gatherings, if a man and a woman really develop feelings for each other, they can leave to do what they want. Even if they each have families afterward, their family members cannot interfere. But in recent years, as more and more outside cultures have been introduced, these gatherings have slowly become simple dance parties, and almost nothing between men and women happens anymore."

At this moment, the dance of the men and women by the campfire became more and more passionate, full of various flirtatious and ambiguous postures between men and women.

The man and woman stood facing each other, constantly rubbing their bodies together, even their chests and buttocks.
This dance made Xiaoyun blush, while I chuckled and patted her shoulder.
But the dance also aroused me, and my groin stirred again.

At this moment, Najiang said with a smile, "If you two are interested, you can dance with them. Don't worry, you're not wearing masks or local clothes, so no one will touch you."

I smiled and declined Najiang's suggestion, simply chatting with him about local customs.
Occasionally, some locals would come over to offer a toast, which I only sipped in return.

Xiaoyun's beauty attracted the attention of many young men, but I was already used to this and didn't pay any attention.

"Do you think their behavior is just an excuse for their indulgence?"
Xiaoyun suddenly asked me.

I struggled to answer, because in our worldview, this behavior certainly could be considered indulgence.
I know that in ancient times, before the Cheng-Zhu school of Neo-Confucianism became the mainstream social ideology, the customs were quite open.

However, starting from the Song Dynasty, moral constraints on sexual behavior between men and women became increasingly stringent, so such behavior became less common in the Han world.

"In a sense, from a Han perspective, this could indeed be considered indulgence,"

Najiang said. "The Musi people have never hidden their worship of sex. In ancient times, when extreme weather conditions occurred, such as drought or storms, a young man and woman would be chosen from the village to have intercourse on the altar. They believed that this openness to nature, this primitive behavior, would receive divine favor."

Najiang is indeed an interesting old man. Most elderly people, even many experienced Han elders, don't have such insights into sex.

This is partly due to long-term repression and even misunderstanding of sex, and partly due to differing values.

Being new to the area, we found it difficult to integrate into the local environment, so after sitting for almost an hour, as the crowd began to disperse, we excused ourselves and went home.

In the Northwest, the temperature drops quickly at night, and a chill was already in the air when we returned to our lodgings.

It was my first night here, and everything was new and exciting. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, until Xiaoyun, who had finished getting ready, lay down beside me.

Holding her beautiful body, my pent-up desire, which had been repeatedly aroused and suppressed, was finally released under the influence of alcohol. Soon, I tossed aside Xiaoyun's thin nightgown, and passionate kisses began to roam over every inch of her skin.

When my already swollen penis pressed against the entrance of Xiaoyun's secret place, her private parts were already incredibly wet.

I gently rubbed my penis against the entrance a few times, then easily entered Xiaoyun's body.
"Ah..."

A soft moan escaped Xiaoyun's throat.

Although I had explored her many times before, Xiaoyun's vaginal walls were still full of elasticity, making me writhe irresistibly.

A day of driving and running around had almost completely exhausted me; after a few thrusts, I felt an unusual fatigue in my waist and legs.

So I took a deep breath, and just as I was about to muster my remaining strength, the delicate Xiaoyun seemed to notice. She gently pushed my shoulder and said, "Let me do it."

I immediately lay down happily, letting Xiaoyun straddle me naked. Full of energy, Xiaoyun was like a wild horse, writhing against me.

Her movements became faster and faster, her breathing heavier and heavier. Her full breasts bounced wildly like two little rabbits, making me involuntarily reach out and play with them, trying to match her movements while listening to her sensual moans.

In a daze, I felt my climax, and I ejaculated inside her.

At that moment, Xiaoyun stopped, panting heavily as she lay on top of me. After a while, she slowly climbed off me and gently handed me a pack of tissues.

I took off the condom full of semen, carefully wrapped it in the tissues, and we cleaned each other up.
After the climax subsided, I lay on the bed, satisfied, holding Xiaoyun in my arms.

"Honey."

"Hmm?"

"What do you think of this place?"

"It's nice. Many things here feel like they're isolated from the world. If it were a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, it would truly feel like a paradise. But here, it's full of more primal wildness." "

Hmm, more wild desires here,"

Xiaoyun murmured, falling asleep slowly in my arms.

The next morning, Najiang came to find us. Led by him, we drove to the small village school not far away.

The school wasn't dilapidated, which showed that the locals still valued their children's education.
Najiang told me that during the period without a teacher, a few people in the village who understood Mandarin and writing taught the local children to write and do arithmetic.

Recently, due to the busy farming season, many children had gone home to help, so the school was closed.

It was only because of our visit that the children returned to school.

Entering the classroom, I couldn't help but frown. Although the classroom had been cleaned, it was far too rudimentary. The children didn't have desks, only some simple stools or wooden planks as tables, and the blackboard was half broken.

There were about ten children in the classroom, ranging in age from a few years old to eleven or twelve. Raya, whom we had met yesterday, was also there.

Xiaojun and I took out the notebooks and colored crayons we had brought from the car and distributed them to the children, who were very excited.

Actually, I had never taught children before, so I wasn't sure how to handle the situation. I simply introduced myself briefly and then started teaching the children to draw the fruits they often eat.

Fortunately, the children were very excited, so time passed quickly.

While I was teaching, Xiaojun sat by the classroom door, sometimes listening to my lecture and sometimes helping me guide the children. After about an hour, Xiaojun gave a hint.

So I cleared my throat and said, "Class, let's take a break. We'll continue in ten minutes."
When we went back into the classroom, what we saw left us both dumbfounded and amused.
Raya was lying on a wooden board, and a little boy about her age was on top of her, writhing and making sexual gestures.

All the other children were gathered in a circle, laughing and chattering.

"W-what are you doing..."

I asked, a little seriously.

Hearing my voice, the little boy hurriedly scrambled off Raya, dusted himself off, and grinned foolishly.

Xiao Jun was about to get angry when she noticed Raya giggling, and all the children were laughing too, full of innocence and naivety.

Clearly, they didn't quite understand the meaning of these actions.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Jun asked.

The little boy and several other children eagerly replied, "Daddy said this will help us have babies!"

This answer made me both laugh and cry. I smacked the little boy on the head and said, "You're too young for that. You'll have to wait another ten years or so."

Just then, Xiao Jun tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "I'll take Raya out for a walk and talk to her about not playing with boys like that."

Although I knew the local customs were open, I was still a Han Chinese at heart, so I nodded.
Xiao Jun took Raya's hand, whispered a few words in her ear, and then led her out of the classroom. I continued with the next lesson.

This time, I didn't teach the children to draw. Instead, I took out many of my own photos and told them about the outside world.

The children listened attentively, and the short hour passed quickly.

Xiaojun and Laya returned around the time class ended, clearly having gotten along very well and becoming quite close.

"What did you say to her?"

I asked with a smile.

"Tch, just women's conversation, what would a man want to know?"

Xiaojun laughed.

Just then, laughter rang out from outside the door: "How was the first day of class?"
Najiang walked in, along with another young man, who turned out to be Aikun, whom we had met at the gas station yesterday.

"Akun, you're here too."

"Yeah, I was just helping out at the gas station yesterday, and came over to check on things after I finished."

Aikun had changed into local men's clothing and looked even more energetic.

The children clearly recognized Aikun and were quite familiar with him, playfully teasing him.

Aikun grabbed a child who tried to jump on him and said with a smile, "Sometimes I come here to teach the children some Chinese, so they've always been good friends with me."

Since there were only two of us, we could only teach the children for half a day each day, as they had to go home to help out in the afternoon.

At Najiang and Aikun's invitation, we planned to go hiking in some of the nearby mountains.

"By the way, Uncle Najiang, I have a question for you."

Suddenly remembering what Raya had mentioned about Teacher Bai yesterday, I asked curiously while eating my pilaf and potato fritters.

"What happened to Teacher Bai before?"

"Oh?"

Their expressions immediately turned serious. "How did you know about her?"

"We heard it from Wangmu yesterday,"

Xiaojun interrupted, seemingly unwilling to tell them that Raya had told us first.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and everyone fell silent.

Seeing this, I could only smile and say, "We were just asking out of curiosity, it's okay, let's eat."
Najiang sighed, put down his food, looked at Aikun, whose expression was even more complicated, and said, "Brother Aikun, can you tell me?"

Aikun nodded.

Najiang looked at us and slowly said, "Actually, Teacher Bailu didn't die of illness, but from a curse."
"A curse?"

Xiaojun was a little nervous.

Najiang nodded and said, "It's a curse about a demon. Legend has it that long ago in the Mus tribe, there was a beautiful woman who married a man from elsewhere. This man gave up many things for her, even losing his fertility in battle. However, at the gathering after the battle, the woman couldn't resist the temptation of other men, had relations with them, and became pregnant. Although her husband initially knew it was a local custom and didn't pay much attention, on the night the child was born, he lost control and killed the woman. Not only did he kill her, but he also covered her body with totems made of red wax. After that, the tribe captured the man and, according to the tribe's punishment, burned him alive."

"Ah..."

I had always heard that such primitive tribes had many strange and eerie customs, but I never imagined the Mus tribe was so bizarre.

Xiaojun was a little nervous and gripped the hand next to mine tighter.

Najiang didn't stop, continuing, "When that man was dying, he uttered a curse, saying he would come back to take the lives of any man or girl who fell in love with a local man, ensuring the men in the village could never have contact with women from outside."

"So, later Teacher Bai fell in love with a local man?"

"Yes, he fell in love with Aikun, who is one-quarter local."

This statement shocked both Xiaoyun and me, and Aikun's expression was filled with sadness and grief.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that,"

I apologized.

Aikun shook his head and said, "It's alright, so much time has passed."

Although he said this, everyone could feel the pain in Aikun's expression.

Seeing this, I had to change the subject: "Where shall we go this afternoon?"

Najiang said, "If you two are interested, I'll take you for a walk in the mountains. You can overlook the entire village, and if we're lucky, we can even hunt some birds to eat."

Hearing about hunting, we immediately became interested.

After lunch, Najiang borrowed two shotguns from a local villager, and we went up the mountain.

Along the way, we chatted and enjoyed the scenery, quite pleasantly. This feeling reminded me of the educated youth sent to the countryside in novels.

Occasionally, some birds I couldn't name would fly out, and I tried shooting a few times, but all my shots missed. I awkwardly handed the gun to Ai Kun.

Ai Kun and Na Jiang were quite skilled, rarely missing, and soon they had shot down more than a dozen birds.
"That's enough, just to get a taste. Shooting too many isn't good,"

Ai Kun said.

Just then, a rustling sound came from up the hill; several small stones had fallen.
Actually, such stones falling are quite common, but Xiao Jun, startled, suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. Because of the steep slope, she started rolling downhill.

Just then, Ai Kun, who was closest to her, suddenly lunged forward, reaching out and catching Xiao Jun, stopping her slide.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, leaving me a little stunned.

After Xiaojun stood up, I hurried over to her, checking her wound and asking her with concern.
"It's nothing," she said .

As Xiaoyun spoke, she clutched her wrist, saying, "My wrist is a little scraped."

She then nodded gently to Aikun beside her and said softly, "Thank you."

I quickly thanked Aikun profusely as well.

Aikun waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. The mountains here are severely weathered; falling stones are normal. But let's go down the mountain and clean the wound."

I nodded.

On the way down, I suddenly noticed a small path around a bend not far away. The path was clearly overgrown and abandoned.

It was easy to miss without careful observation.

"Huh? What's this path?"

Xiaoyun asked.

Najiang looked around and said, "It leads to a very old local altar, but it hasn't been used for many years, and no one goes there anymore."

Although I was very curious about the place, cleaning Xiaoyun's wound was obviously more important right now.

"Is there a doctor here?"

I asked Aikun.

Aikun smiled somewhat sheepishly.

Najiang said from the side, "Akun is the best doctor here."

"Oh?"

I was a little surprised.

Aikun smiled and said, "When I was a child, I learned some medical techniques from some barefoot doctors here, and later I went to the city to study basic disease treatment for a year. Although I can't compare to the doctors in the city, I can still handle some basic things."

"I didn't expect you to have this skill,"

Xiaojun's tone seemed to have some admiration.

After treating Xiaojun's wound, the young man named Kalim, whom we had met yesterday, suddenly came to find Najiang and Aikun, saying that a water pump in the village had a problem and they needed the two of them to help.

So Najiang then arranged for us to have dinner at Wangmu's house.

Dinner was simple, but we didn't ask for much.

While eating, Xiaojun suddenly asked, "Sister Wangmu, do you know how Teacher Bai died?"
Wangmu was surprised that Xiaojun would suddenly ask this, looked around, and whispered, "Girl, what do you know?"

I didn't know why Xiaojun was so curious about Bailu's matter, perhaps it was out of mutual pity between girls.

So I told her about Bai Lu's death by curse, which we had heard from Na Jiang.

Wang Mu's expression was complicated. She looked outside and then whispered, "I only heard about it. Teacher Bai's body was found in a ravine in the mountains. She was naked, and her body was covered with red wax totems, just like the legendary curse. The way
she died was exactly the same." "Did she do anything unusual before she died?"

Xiao Jun asked again.

"She participated in our annual Fire God Festival in the summer. She wore a mask and danced with everyone for the first time during the festival. Then this happened."

"The Fire God Festival in the summer?"

"Yes, it's July 12th every year."

"Ah? Today is July 8th, so that's four days away,"

Xiao Jun said.

"Yes, you two happen to have time to participate in this year's Fire God Festival."

"Did she do anything out of line?"

I interrupted.

"I'm not entirely sure. I just know she was having a lot of fun, and because there were so many people and she was wearing a mask, no one really noticed her. It was

n't until the next day that Aikun came and said he couldn't find her." "Is it possible she was killed by someone who attended the party that night?"

I asked.

Wangmu shook her head and said, "Impossible, because after the party, we would put a special kind of nectar on everyone's clothes to ward off evil spirits. Everyone who attended the party that night could bring out clothes with that nectar on them, and the nectar was personally prepared by the chieftain. Even if someone else tried to prevent it, they couldn't make it smell exactly the same."

"The chieftain? Was it the old man from last night?"

Xiaojun asked.

"No,"

Wangmu shook her head again, "It was the old chieftain who died last year."

Seeing that she couldn't get any more information, Xiaojun didn't press further, but instead asked, "Did Aikun always live in the village? How did he and Teacher Bai get together?"

"I'm not quite sure how they got together either. Young people, you know. Teacher Bai is very beautiful, and Aikun is a well-known handsome man in this area. It's normal for them to be attracted to each other,"

Wangmu said with a smile. "Aikun grew up in Musi, then went to school elsewhere, leaving for four or five years. He came back, and after Teacher Bai's accident, he left the village again, only occasionally returning."
The simple dinner lasted a long time in this conversation.

By the time we finished chatting, it was almost nine o'clock at night.

Shortly after we returned to our room, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

I opened the door and found Aikun standing there with a serious expression.

"Ah, it's Aikun. What is it?"

I asked, while Xiaojun put down her book and sat up from the bed.

"Let's go,"

Aikun said calmly.

"Where are we going?"

"Weren't you interested in that altar? Let's go take a look."

I couldn't help but chuckle, because just now, Xiaoyun and I were discussing whether there were any suspicious points in Bailu's murder case, and whether it was related to the altar discovered this afternoon.

If we weren't unfamiliar with the terrain, we had planned to sneak off to check it out ourselves, but since someone was leading the way, we naturally agreed.

Filled with curiosity, we changed into our hiking clothes, grabbed flashlights and sleds, and followed Aikun in the direction we had taken during the day.

"Hey, you don't think Aikun is very serious tonight,"

I whispered to Xiaoyun beside me.

"I think it's because he was thinking about Bailu, and he's feeling a bit sad."

"You know so much,"

I laughed.

Xiaoyun rolled her eyes at me and whispered, "Stop fooling around, hurry up and keep up."

Soon, we arrived at the fork in the road we had come from earlier.

Aikun took out a sickle and walked ahead, pointing out where to stop as he went.

If we encountered any branches blocking the way, Aikun would clear them away first.

The roads here have been abandoned for a long time, and there is even a section where you have to walk along a very narrow path along the mountain rocks.

Thankfully, it was nighttime, and we couldn't see down the mountain, otherwise I would have been trembling with fear.

We groped our way along at a snail's pace for about half an hour before finally reaching a crevice in the mountain.
"Hey, there's a cave here."

I shone my flashlight into a dark cave at the end of the crevice.

"Is this the altar? It looks like no one's

been here for a long time." "No, people were here not long ago,"

Xiaoyun kicked a pile of ashes beside her. "This is used to dispel the foul air in the cave. Judging from the traces, someone must have been here not long ago."

"I was here,"

Aikun, who had been silent until now, finally turned around, stuck his scythe into the ground, found a rock to sit on, and said, "Want to hear my story?"

I nodded.

Aikun was silent for a while before slowly beginning to speak.

"I met Bailu three years ago. She was teaching here, and I fell in love with her at first sight. I pursued her for a long time, but she knew she would leave eventually, so she never agreed to be with me. Eventually, we got together. Like every young couple in love, we were filled with happiness and joy. We depended on each other, and she even considered giving up the idea of returning to the city. However, something happened." Ai Kun's tone became sad. "It was the Fire God Festival two years ago, the biggest festival here. Everyone wears masks and dances together. Since Bailu had already been with me and considered herself part of the village, she wore a mask and danced with everyone. After the dance, I didn't find her.
According to our customs, during the Fire God Festival, no one's family can blame them for anything they do with others. Although I firmly believed that Bailu wouldn't have a relationship with anyone else, I was still worried about her. The next day, I still hadn't seen her return, so I called everyone."

"Just when everyone was at a loss, someone suddenly suggested that it might be at this abandoned altar, because besides leaving the mountains, this was the only place in the vicinity where someone could hide. But when we got here..."

Aikun clutched his head in anguish, "we found Bailu's body."

"Huh?"

"We checked the path, and there were only Bailu's footprints. Later, the nearby police came and investigated for a long time, but they couldn't find anything. From the scene reconstruction, it seems Bailu walked here on her own, and when we found her, her clothes were completely torn, and her body was covered in various totems drawn with red wax."

"Is it possible that the body was moved here in another way?" "

No, because this area is surrounded by the steepest rock faces. Even the village's best rock climbers couldn't carry a heavy body up from elsewhere." "

So you guessed it was from that ancient curse?"

I asked.

Unexpectedly, Ai Kun shook his head and said, "No, Bai Lu didn't die from a curse, because there were obvious tear stains on her neck, and her body showed signs of rape. But her body seemed to have been disposed of; there were absolutely no traces left. According to the forensic doctor, the body was soaked in water, and many clues were lost. This is a remote place, and even though Bai Lu was a volunteer teacher, we don't have enough police resources to thoroughly investigate this matter."
We all know what happened next in the police investigation, just as Wang Mu had said.

"After that,"

Ai Kun patted the dirt off his clothes and stood up, "I've come here secretly several times, the most recent time being over a month ago. I wanted to look for any clues in this area. However, each time I returned empty-handed."
"Then what can we do?"

I asked.

Ai Kun adjusted his flashlight and said to us, "You'll find out when you come in."

With that, he went into the cave first.

We followed him in.

Shining the flashlight on the cave wall, Xiaojun and I were both astonished. The cave walls were covered with patterns, which weren't difficult to understand, as they depicted the most primal acts of male-female intercourse.
Xiaojun blushed slightly and asked, "Who carved these?"

Aikun replied, "They were here before the Mus people moved here; they're said to be over a hundred years old."

As he spoke, Aikun took a large flashlight from his bag, instantly illuminating the entire cave.
"I know you're both skilled in drawing, so I'd like to ask you to study these patterns and see if they can help break the curse of Bailu."

I finally understood Aikun's meaning and, without saying anything more, began to approach the wall, carefully studying the simple patterns.

At first, looking at these abstract depictions of male-female intercourse, I felt a little embarrassed.

But soon, my curiosity about the deeper meaning they implied overcame that embarrassment.

Time passed slowly, and when I stood up again, I had no idea how much time had gone by.
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Ai Kun asked with concern.

At that moment, I noticed Xiao Jun was also sitting beside me. Unlike me, she had taken out a notebook and was scribbling and drawing in it, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem to have figured anything out.

After a while, seeing that there was still no clue, Ai Kun sighed and said, "Forget it, many people have studied these patterns for a long time and haven't figured anything out. Let's go. Maybe these patterns are meaningless anyway, let's not waste our time."

I rubbed my tired eyes and said to Ai Kun apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Ai Kun smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm very grateful that you came to help me."

Xiao Jun didn't say anything, but took out her phone and photographed each pattern on the stone wall before slowly standing up.
When we lay down on the bed again, it was already past eleven o'clock.

"Husband."

"Hmm?"

"You said, how did Bailu's body get there?"

"Hmm... I don't believe in curses... I think... someone must have used some method to erase their tracks from moving the body."

"But, didn't Wangmu say that everyone had traces of nectar on their bodies? No one from the village left."

"I don't know about that. Hey, you seem quite interested in Bailu's story."

Xiaojun didn't say anything, but suddenly sighed, "A young life, died unjustly in a foreign land, it's truly pitiful."

That night, we didn't sleep well. Xiaojun kept trying to connect everything she knew about Bailu that day, but to no avail. She finally drifted off to sleep in the middle of the night.

The next morning, Aikun came to see us again, saying he was leaving Musi to go to a nearby town on business and asked if we needed anything.

Xiaojun had just run out of moisturizer that morning, so she asked Aikun to bring her some.

For the next two days, we only lectured in the mornings and wandered around in the afternoons.

We had hoped to learn more about Bailu from the villagers, but after asking around, we didn't get any further information and had to give up.

It was already the third night in Musi, and Xiaojun and I were lying in bed, chatting about the events of the past two days.
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