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The Woman Outside the Wall 

"It hurts a little, be gentle!" A woman's voice rang out, then fell silent. A moment later, a woman's soft moans echoed through a small hole in the wall, brazenly entering the factory area.

It was a little past nine o'clock at night when two young men, Dalin and Mutou, arrived at the wall. They leaned against it, intending to sit and smoke, taking a short break. This was a dyeing factory, formerly a village-run enterprise that had thrived for several years. However, due to mismanagement and the village head's rampant corruption, the factory became insolvent and had to close. A few years ago, to get rid of the burden, the factory underwent a shareholding reform at the township's suggestion, and Yang Daxian, a capable man from the city, bought it. Dalin and Mutou were hired at that time; both were 18 years old and had been working there for two years. Neither of them had ever been near a woman before, and they had never heard such seductive sounds from a woman! Even when they had seen intimate scenes between men and women on television, it was always fleeting and understated. They held their breath and slowly moved to the small hole in the wall, about half the size of a brick. Although they couldn't see what was happening outside, they could hear much more clearly. They could even clearly hear the woman's heavy breathing between moans, and the occasional, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, rubbing sounds.

They were puzzled, wondering what those sounds were. Hearing these "exciting" sounds, Dalin and Mutou felt their bodies burning, a little uncomfortable, as if a thousand horses were galloping through their bodies, wanting to break free of the fence. After a short while, the strange sounds outside the wall stopped, and the woman's voice came again: "My husband is coming back tomorrow, don't come, I can't get out." "Then, what about the day after tomorrow?" It sounded like a middle-aged man.

"If I go to the brigade to chat with Sister Li the day after tomorrow afternoon, he'll be gone. You come and wait for me tonight." The two agreed on a secret signal. Then, they heard a woman's angry voice: "Stop touching me, let's hurry up and leave, or someone will see us." A series of soft footsteps faded into the distance, and silence returned outside the wall.

Da Lin and Mu Tou stood up, scrambling to their feet, and simultaneously cursed, "Damn it, a pair of adulterers, illicit lovers." Mu Tou tugged at Da Lin's arm and asked, "Brother Lin, what shift do we have the day after tomorrow?" Da Lin kicked him and yelled, "All you do is eat and sleep, sleep and eat, what can you remember? We're on the early shift the day after tomorrow." "Well, then we won't hear you the day after tomorrow," Mu Tou said blankly. "You little rascal, you've got this on your mind. We'll swap shifts with others, let them work the early shift, and we'll work the night shift. Those guys will be ecstatic!" Da Lin clicked his tongue, speaking resentfully. Dalin looked up at the starry sky and tugged at Mutou: "Hurry up and get going, or we won't finish the work." The following day, Mutou was listless at home, running to Dalin's house several times, asking repeatedly, "Brother Lin, did you tell them we'd switch shifts?" Each time, Dalin scolded him: "You silly Mutou, didn't I tell you already? We've already switched shifts." That day, the shift change was supposed to be at 8 o'clock, but the two of them arrived at the factory early. After changing into their work clothes, they didn't go to take over the shift. Instead, they took an iron bar, climbed over the wall, and went outside the factory. They found the place outside the wall where the "wild couple" had been. There were many sorghum stalks piled against the wall, and between two bundles of sorghum stalks was a flat open space, with some flattened sorghum stalks scattered on it.

The two of them stood next to the sorghum stalks and urinated against the wall. Afterwards, directly opposite the open space, they used the iron bar to poke down a brick, creating a small hole in the wall. After taking over the shift, Dalin and Mutou's assistants carefully placed the fabric to be dyed into the dyeing pot, pressed the switch, and the fabric began to rotate under the machine's belt. They then turned the steam to its maximum, and the dyeing pot immediately began to hiss. The water in the pot quickly boiled, with waves of heat and steam filling the air.

They added dye to the pot, and soon, a batch of fabric was dyed. Seeing the two working so hard, the team leader was pleased and came over to praise them, while Mutou just kept grinning foolishly at Dalin. Dalin looked up at the clock on the workshop wall; it was almost nine o'clock. After giving a few instructions to his colleagues, he and Mutou walked towards the factory wall again.

They cautiously approached the wall, put their hands on the ground, slowly sat down, leaned against the wall, and listened carefully to what was happening outside.

At this moment, the two of them wondered if a couple had already arrived outside. They were afraid that the flame from their lighters would scare the people outside through the hole in the wall when they lit cigarettes, so neither of them smoked. Dalin and Mutou took turns pressing their faces against the hole they had already poked in the wall, peering out. After several attempts, no one came. Dalin cursed angrily, "Damn it, aren't they coming? Are they coming again?" Mutou didn't answer, taking Dalin's place. He pressed his face even closer to the wall, as if trying to stick his head through the wall and grab the two men. After a while, Mutou suddenly turned his head, waved at Dalin, and his face clearly showed excitement. Dalin hurriedly pushed Mutou away and looked through the hole at the wall. He saw a person swaying towards them. At first, from a distance, the person walked slowly and casually, as if taking a leisurely stroll. When he got close to the factory wall, he carefully looked around, and after finding no one nearby, he quickly jogged over and plopped down on the ground between the two bundles of sorghum stalks. The man had no idea there was a hole in the wall behind him. He simply gathered the scattered sorghum stalks on the ground, spread them out, patted them down, and then took out a cigarette and started smoking. Da Lin saw all of this. However, the man sat with his back to Da Lin, so Da Lin couldn't see who he was from his back. The smoke, carried by the scorching summer wind, passed through the hole in the wall and went straight into Da Lin and Mu Tou's noses. The dampness combined with the smoke made their noses sting, and they covered their mouths to suppress their coughs. A moment later, the woman arrived. She quickly walked up to the man, and before she could speak, he pulled her down and made her sit in his lap. Da Lin saw the woman push the man's head away from her as she unbuttoned her clothes, whispering, "Don't mess around, wait a minute, I'll do it myself. You tore that dress last time, and my husband asked me how I did it!" The woman's clothes were undone, revealing her white flesh, and Da Lin was stunned. After that, there was no more sound from outside the wall. Instead, there were the same moans and unusual splashing sounds that Dalin and Mutou had heard that day. The man and woman made their way around for a while, leaving Dalin and Mutou dumbfounded, their bodies burning, and their mouths watering. When the two left, Dalin recognized the man as the village secretary and the woman as Liu Er's wife, a well-known beauty in the village. Liu Er had been married for seven or eight years but had never had a child for some reason. Many villagers speculated that it was because Liu Er was impotent. He cursed inwardly,

"You son of a bitch." Then he took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and tossed one to Mutou. After work, Dalin ate some gruel haphazardly, then shouldered a shovel, went out, and went with his father to the fields to water the wheat. His field was adjacent to Liu Er's, and he saw Liu Er's wife in the field as well. She was bending over, clearing the field ridges to let the well water flow into the wheat field. She was wearing a yellow-green plaid shirt and black pants, but she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt. Her two large breasts were clearly visible in the sunlight, jiggling as she dug them out. Her pants tightly hugged her full, firm buttocks. Looking at this woman, Da Lin swallowed hard again, muttering under his breath, "Damn it." Around noon, Little Fatty from the same village came to his house, asking him to drink. Da Lin asked, "Aren't you on the early shift? Why aren't you on duty?" "Well, the factory has no water today, so everyone's closed." "What?

Doesn't our factory use well water from the village? How come there's no water?" "Well, the factory owes the village for water for the second half of the year. The factory manager has talked to the village several times, wanting to pay a few days later. Some processing fees haven't been settled, so there's no money to pay right now. The village waited for a week, and seeing that the factory still hadn't paid, they cut off the water." After hearing Xiao Pang's words, Da Lin stood up, put his feet on a stool, and squatted down: "I'll go ask the factory manager in a bit." After finishing his drink, Da Lin swayed as he rode his bicycle to the factory. He was a little drunk, and his speech wasn't very clear. Sitting across from the factory manager, he drunkenly said, "Manager, if I can get the village to let the factory build a well, can you return the hundred yuan you deducted from me last time?" "You little rascal, if you can really get the village to let us pay for a few more days, we'll bring the water over today. Not only will you not deduct that hundred yuan, you'll get it back, and I'll even give you a separate hundred yuan bonus." "Really?" Da Lin asked, his eyes still glazed with drunkenness.

"Really! Don't you believe me?" the factory manager said casually. He hadn't expected Da Lin to be able to do this. He had already asked several people in the village to talk to the Party Secretary, but they hadn't succeeded. Could a hotheaded kid really pull it off? He didn't believe it.

Dalin, supporting himself on the table, stood up, slurring his words, and shouted, "You wait, you little brat, I don't believe it!" The factory manager didn't know what Dalin said, but less than half an hour after Dalin left, the village secretary called, telling him that the dyeing factory could pay its water bill for another week. The village quickly restored the water supply to the factory. That evening, Mutou went to Dalin's house to ask him to work together. Dalin was lying in the shade of the yard, asleep. He groggily sat up, drank some water, got up, went to the washbasin in the corner, and hastily washed his face. Then, he pulled down his jacket from the clothesline, took out thirty yuan from his pocket, and handed it to Mutou, saying, "Go to the shop and buy a pack of cigarettes. Give me one, and you can keep the rest." Mutou grinned foolishly as he took the money, "Why are you being so nice to me today? Hehehe." At work, Mutou kept urging Dalin to hurry up, but Dalin seemed distracted and didn't work as efficiently as usual. Wood approached Dalin and whispered, "Are we going again later?" Dalin knew what he was asking and replied irritably, "Going? Back to work." He knew those two people outside the factory wall would never come back. Half a year passed in a flash, and Dalin reached marriageable age. In the early spring, when the weather was still chilly, Dalin's mother busied herself finding him a partner. Dalin met several girls from neighboring villages, and the adults were all satisfied, but Dalin disagreed. He had his eye on Yingying from the back of the village, a fact he only revealed after his mother's repeated questioning. With a target in mind, Dalin's mother quickly found a matchmaker to propose marriage. But things didn't go as planned; despite asking several matchmakers, the girl's family still refused, and Dalin's marriage remained unresolved. The wedding could wait; the house needed to be built. Dalin's family hired many people to help build the west wing, including the bricklayer Liu Er.

According to custom, the house-raising ceremony required treating the builders to a feast. That night, Liu Er drank too much. Da Lin's mother called Liu Er's wife and asked Da Lin to help him get Liu Er home. Da Lin and Liu Er's wife practically dragged Liu Er to their house.

Liu Er lay on the bed like a dead pig, fast asleep. Liu's wife, feeling guilty, didn't dare look Da Lin in the eye; her face flushed and paled alternately. Liu Er's wife made Da Lin sit on the sofa, went to the outer room, and brought over a small basket containing roasted peanuts, handing it to him. Da Lin took it without ceremony and started cracking the peanuts open. Liu Er's wife asked Da Lin, "Nephew, have you found a wife yet?" "Pah!" Da Lin spat out a peanut shell and said resentfully, "Yingying's family doesn't approve." "Who? Yingying? She's a pretty girl. I'll talk to her for you tomorrow." It was already after the Spring Festival, and the weather was still a bit cold, but the earthen heating in Liu Er's house was very warm. Under the lamplight, Da Lin saw that Liu Er's wife was very charming, with a flushed face, full breasts, and slightly parted thin lips. Through her bright red sweater, Da Lin seemed to see her dazzlingly white breasts, and the alluring moans seemed to enter his mind. His body felt hot again. He stood up, brushed his hands off, said "I'm leaving," and hurriedly walked out of the room into the still chilly spring night. Liu Er's wife quickly followed him out to lock the courtyard gate.

In the passageway of the courtyard gate, Da Lin stopped, without turning back, and said to Liu Er's wife with an air of unquestionable authority, "You have to help me get it done." Then, he walked quickly home. He didn't know how Liu Er's wife had arranged the marriage with Yingying's family, but this time Yingying's family agreed. According to local custom, if the matchmaker's proposal was successful, the man's family had to give the matchmaker five hundred yuan, called "thank-you money." Da Lin's mother sent the "thank-you money" to Liu Er's wife that very day. That evening, Dalin's mother told him about it. Upon hearing this, Dalin angrily said, "She dares to take our money? I'm going to find her!" With that, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and went to Liu Er's house. Liu Er's wife was sitting on a stool washing clothes in the outer room. Seeing Dalin arrive in a huff, she quickly stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and beckoned him to the inner room.

"My mother came this afternoon?" Dalin asked coldly. He then took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke towards Liu Er's house, the smoke immediately filling the space between them. "She came, she came, and even brought me money. What kind of relationship do we have? How could I take this money? I was just about to finish washing the clothes and take it to her mother-in-law," Liu Er's wife quickly chimed in. She took the money from a drawer in the cupboard and handed it to Dalin. Dalin's expression softened slightly. He took the money, said nothing, and put it in his pocket. "Where's Uncle? Back to building a house again?" Da Lin asked, his answer somewhat vague. "Yes, in the neighboring county. He's been gone for two days, he'll be back the day after tomorrow," Da Lin's wife replied

, her voice tinged with resentment. "Is he still looking for you?" Da Lin glanced at Liu Er's wife, his voice hard. "Who? Oh, no, we broke up a long time ago," Liu Er's wife said, her face flushed, her voice hesitant and her expression flustered. After the wheat harvest, Da Lin and Yingying got married.

Da Lin was exactly 22 years old that year. After Da Lin got married, his father allocated two mu of land to him. Every day, besides going to work, Da Lin was busy in the fields. When he went to work in the fields, he would almost always see Liu Er's wife, but the two rarely spoke. Sometimes, seeing that she was overwhelmed, he would go over and help, but he still remained silent. However, from Da Lin's eyes, Liu Er's wife seemed to see something that could only be seen in the eyes of a married man—desire. Because of this, her heart pounded many times. While working, Liu Er's wife would occasionally come over to give Da Lin a bottle of water or hand him a towel to wipe his sweat, seeing him covered in sweat. Days passed in this mundane yet busy routine, and a desire was building within him. The Spring Festival arrived, and the village was filled with festive cheer.

That day, many relatives came to Da Lin's house to offer New Year's greetings. Da Lin drank quite a bit with them, but didn't get drunk, because something was on his mind. At the banquet, thinking about this matter made Da Lin's already-grown-man body even more restless and aroused.

He longed for the banquet to end quickly, for his relatives to leave. The banquet finally ended. After seeing his relatives off, Da Lin couldn't wait to go to Liu Er's house. He knew that the bricklayer Liu Er wouldn't be home on this day; he was probably drunk somewhere else again. He pushed open the gate, and sure enough, Liu Er's house was quiet. He went inside and saw Liu Er's wife leaning against the headboard watching television. He plopped down on the purplish-red leather sofa, looked at Liu Er's wife, and softly called out, "Auntie." "You're here," Liu Er's wife said, getting up to pour him water and fetch him fruit.

As she bent down to hand him the water, a delicate fragrance wafted towards Da Lin. He felt a little dizzy, grabbed Liu Er's wife's hand, and called out again in a trembling voice, "Auntie." Liu Er's wife pushed Da Lin's hand away, her face flushed, and without saying a word, she awkwardly straightened her body, straightened her clothes, and then turned back to sit on the bed to watch TV.

Da Lin sat blankly on the sofa, glancing at Liu Er's wife every now and then. Liu Er's wife seemed completely oblivious to him, her arms crossed, quietly watching TV. Da Lin picked up an apple from the fruit bowl, and just as he was about to eat it, he suddenly noticed Liu Er's wife staring at him with a seductive gaze. His heart fluttered, his hand trembled, and the apple fell to the floor, rolling into the sofa. He bent over, reaching into the sofa, but couldn't find the apple. Liu Er's wife came over, gesturing for him to move aside. She bent over, sticking her buttocks out, and reached into the sofa to grope, her face almost touching Da Lin's leg. Kissing the woman's scent, seeing her rounded buttocks, Da Lin could no longer control himself and suddenly embraced Liu Er's wife. Liu Er's wife softly fell into Da Lin's arms. "My wife is pregnant, and she won't let me near her for over a month," Da Lin said, panting. "Don't do this, I'm sorry to your wife," Liu Er's wife said, but her body didn't move away. "I've seen your body before, right here, so white," Da Lin said, reaching towards Liu Er's wife's ample breasts. "You little rascal, you little glutton. I knew you were up to no good," Liu Er's wife said, her breath hot on her face. "Not today, I'm pregnant. We'll talk about it later." Hearing this, Da Lin felt disheartened, his interest immediately waning. He released her, stood up, straightened his clothes, and left Liu Er's house. He returned home and saw his wife, Yingying, sleeping soundly in bed. He bent down and kissed her smooth forehead, hugged her round shoulders, then took off his clothes, slipped into bed, and fell asleep too.

[The End]

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