[A Legend of Retirement] (July-August) Author: AKB4949

Author: akb4949
Word Count: 7635

(VII)

"Let's not see each other anymore."

In the early spring streets, the air was filled with the vibrant spirit of spring. In a corner of a shopping mall, Yang Xuefei, holding
a large cappuccino, hesitated before finally uttering those words.

"You called me here just to say this?" Sitting opposite Yang Xuefei, Sun Zhongkang struggled to suppress his
disbelief . After all, every playboy would feign nonchalance in such a situation
; it was a matter of pride.

The silence lasted only a dozen seconds before Sun Zhongkang couldn't help but break it. He wanted to ask
why , to ask why, as was the natural thing to do.

"Why?" When he finally uttered those words, he understood in his heart that Yang Xuefei
was indeed special to him.

"No reason." Yang Xuefei paused for a few seconds, her bright eyes gazing out the window seemingly casually. "
We just met by chance. You don't have any feelings for me, do you?"

Sun Zhongkang lowered his head, then quickly looked up again. "Maybe, maybe I do." He nodded,
as if confirming his words.

"Then that's even more true." Yang Xuefei was also somewhat surprised, but quickly explained her words. "
There's no need for us to meet again, given how ambiguous things are between us."

"What if I don't have feelings for you? We still have work interactions, right?" Sun Zhongkang hurriedly asked.

"Not anymore." Yang Xuefei's head was still looking out the window; she certainly knew what "work interactions" meant.

"Then... then can we be together? In a legitimate way..." Sun Zhongkang's momentum
suddenly weakened, for reasons he didn't know.

But what he got in return was Yang Xuefei's "pfft," a laugh that seemed slightly sarcastic, which
immediately angered him.

"Is this what you call a love confession?" Yang Xuefei asked.

"No." Slightly annoyed, Sun Zhongkang naturally didn't want to be led by the nose by a woman anymore.

"I'll assume you are, but you're really not the kind of person who's suited for a stable life." Yang Xuefei looked at him sincerely,
then continued, "Even a woman like me, who's extravagant, spends money like water, and has no plans
or intentions for life, will one day want to live a good life."

"So you mean I'm not rich enough?" Sun Zhongkang suddenly seemed to realize something, "It's that man, right!
Right! That Zhao Bin, the rich second-generation you told me about."

Yang Xuefei shook her head noncommittally, "Never mind who that person is, it's not that you're not rich enough, why
haven't you realized what's wrong with you?" After saying that, Yang Xuefei became a little anxious.

Sun Zhongkang didn't know what to say, perhaps saying nothing was the best option.

"Yes, I'm no saint either. I'm just after money. Because of my laziness and vanity, I
've done many things that I now find disgusting. But that doesn't mean I don't want a normal life. We're
both a bit richer than the average working-class person now, but I'm willing to spend less money to live a normal life. For
women like us, it's hard to turn back, but I can only
gamble ."

Sun Zhongkang was truly stunned. He hadn't thought about the future even more than Yang Xuefei, even though he was over forty.

"Okay, let's not see each other anymore. Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Sun Zhongkang asked her reflexively.

"Thank you for helping me, but we can't be together." After saying that, Yang Xuefei picked up her
Hermes bag, turned around resolutely, and walked away without looking back.

In the afternoon, there were only a few customers in Starbucks. Sun Zhongkang sat alone in a window
seat , looking somewhat lonely.

Yang Xuefei hailed a taxi; she needed to order flowers from a florist. The day after tomorrow was the last day before Qingming Festival, and she wanted to accompany He Jianguo to sweep the tombs
before the holiday started and people arrived. Yang Xuefei knew all this, but what she didn't know was that before He Jianguo went to the countryside, he had a childhood sweetheart in Shanghai. Although they were betrothed

since
childhood , they fell in love. Unfortunately, after becoming educated youth, they continued to correspond and express their feelings. However, after He Jianguo came to Changmen, they soon lost contact. He returned to Shanghai several times to look for her but couldn't find her. Because of this, He Jianguo never remarried. After returning to Shanghai a few years ago, He Jianguo finally learned the truth: the girl had married someone else during the Cultural Revolution, and the letters she received in the following years were all written by He's father in an attempt to avoid upsetting He Jianguo so he could continue supporting rural development in the motherland. However, before the truth could be revealed, He Jianguo's parents had already passed away. Fate always likes to play tricks, and for He Jianguo, it seemed particularly harsh and cruel. "Just these few things you mentioned," Yang Xuefei smiled and nodded at the florist. "How much?" "280 yuan." "Here you go. I'll come pick them up at five o'clock the day after tomorrow. Is that alright?" "Sure, sure." The florist, a middle-aged man in his forties, couldn't help but and agreed. Despite having little knowledge of flowers, Yang Xuefei insisted on personally inspecting the florists' selections . She suddenly felt a strong urge to visit He Jianguo's parents, two figures who had passed away before her birth, separated by three generations. Worried about the fatigue of the long bus journey, she decided to drive He Jianguo to the cemetery herself. He Jianguo's health was deteriorating day by day, a subtle difference only observable to a perceptive girl like Yang Xuefei who saw him daily. That evening, in the elevator, two neighboring women were chatting about another woman they used to dance with in the square , who had also passed away from a brain tumor in just over six months. This made Yang Xuefei even more worried about He Jianguo. The next morning, as usual, she went to Old He's house, feeling a poignant sense of "seeing him one last time." This unrealistic worry only dissipated . Perhaps he could hold on for another year? Yang Xuefei was plunged back into fear. She dared not think of it; this was a hero.

The sadness and sorrow of impending doom intensified the desire to cherish the present moment.

The Qingming Festival should be filled with rain, but the weather these past few days has been exceptionally fine. After
announcing , Yang Xuefei felt particularly cheerful. Although early spring still carried a chill,
she cautiously wore a camel-colored double-breasted trench coat and a silk scarf, but boldly wore only a black
low-cut top underneath. She meticulously applied Korean-style makeup and began her day's
hustle and bustle, just like any other office worker:

grocery shopping, cooking,

laundry,

cleaning.

Yang Xuefei was already adept at it. She managed the household chores in Lao He's house with the efficiency of a real housekeeper
, or perhaps more like a homeowner cleaning her own home, since there wouldn't be such a fashionable
and beautiful housekeeper.

She wholeheartedly integrated herself into He Jianguo's life, a feeling she had never experienced before
. Despite her ulterior motives, Yang Xuefei was essentially engaging in a disguised form
of sexual exchange for money. However, this time she felt less guilty about the immorality. Because of He Jianguo, a
special person, she wanted to stay by his side during what might be the final stage of his life, helping him through this
peaceful and tranquil time.

After lunch, Yang Xuefei massaged Old He's shoulders. She noticed that
his had turned grayer. As a child, she had countless times ridden on Uncle He's shoulders to markets and temple
fairs. His once thick, black hair had thinned considerably. Yang Xuefei felt a lump
in her throat . This man with his broad shoulders, who had been like a father to her in some ways
, had grown old. Life was so cruel, while she herself had grown from a young girl
into a truly mature woman, in the prime of her life.

That night, Yang Xuefei had another dream, but this time it wasn't a nightmare. In her dream, she returned to her
peaceful trip to Shanghai, lay scattered on the table. Her usually amiable
mother only became strict when it came to her piano and dance lessons. She sat
on the clean sofa at home, waiting with her friends in front of the 21-inch color TV for "The Legend of the White Snake" to begin.
Her most anticipated moments were the weekends when her parents were working overtime at the factory to be recognized for their outstanding achievements and couldn't come home.
Uncle He, the policeman downstairs, would always take her to various temple fairs or amusement parks, buying her cotton candy and toys.
As a child, she loved riding on Uncle He's shoulders; later, when she was older, she would sit on
the back of his black Forever brand bicycle, tightly gripping his clothes and hugging his waist.

But sweet dreams always end quickly.

That year in seventh grade, she would never forget the despair in her father's eyes after he was laid off. Her father's health had always been poor; he
was frequently ill. He Jianguo had even taken him to Shanghai for treatment once and paid for his medical expenses, but this time his condition
worsened . Her mother was also on the verge of losing her job. Her father's illness quickly drained the family's savings, and then he passed away.
Her mother, ultimately a frail woman, was deeply affected by her father's death. She chose
to to escape this cruel reality. From then on, Yang Xuefei, having lost her support, began a complete reversal of her life's trajectory.

Waking from her dream, Yang Xuefei lay quietly on the large bed, her mind filled with the image of He Jianguo, a hero in his
twilight years, weathered by time. Seeing her childhood idol again after so many years, those simple, peaceful days
flooded back into her heart, unchanged despite all those years. The only difference was that he had aged. Yang Xuefei clearly remembered
how, when she was young and naive, she had jokingly said more than once, "When I grow up, I want to marry Uncle He."
Now, however, she truly felt a sense of desolation, as if she had been born before he was born and he was already old.

Yang Xuefei found it impossible to fall asleep again. Before she knew it, the white dew had climbed onto the branches, and in the distant sky,
the faint sunlight made the entire horizon a little brighter. The night must have passed.

(VIII)

If life were only as beautiful as the first meeting,

why would the autumn wind bring

sorrow to the painted fan? So easily the heart of the beloved changes, yet

they say the heart of the beloved is easily changed

. After the words at Lishan, half the clear night is filled

with tears, the bells ring, yet there is no resentment. How can one compare

to the heartless, richly dressed lover? Like birds flying

wing to wing, branches intertwined , the promise made

on that day... The highway leading out of the city was still somewhat congested. Although tomorrow is Qingming Festival, and although Yang Xuefei and Lao He left before 5 a.m., the traffic on the highway still exceeded their expectations. Most of the people who set off early in the morning to sweep the tombs were elderly. Only at this time can the phenomenon of urban aging be fully displayed before your eyes. The large and medium-sized buses on the road were filled with elderly people with gray hair. The cemetery that Yang Xuefei and Lao He were going to was not far from Shanghai, but it still took them more than two hours to get there. The cemetery is located at the border of Suzhou and Wuxi, where He Jianguo's parents and sister are buried. The He family's tomb is located in the innermost corner of this vast cemetery, a ten-minute walk . Yang Xuefei, dressed casually in black pencil pants, canvas shoes, and a black hoodie, with only a blue and white navy striped t-shirt underneath adding a touch of youthful energy, made her appear quite solemn and dignified. She wore a black baseball cap pulled low, a light blue Coach grained handbag , and her right hand supporting He Jianguo, whose steps were slightly slower than hers, like a daughter supporting her elderly father. He Jianguo didn't actually like this; he always had his own stubbornness. He felt that Yang Xuefei treated him like a patient who needed constant care, while he always wanted to show off—a common trait among many elderly people. It was an extremely ordinary tombstone, without a photo or epitaph. The inscription told people that an elderly couple had been buried here together many years ago. To the right and behind this tombstone, another tombstone belonged to their youngest daughter who died young. Yang Xuefei helped He Jianguo place the wreath and offer incense, then bowed with Old He at the grave. At this time of year, Jiangnan is still in a cold and damp season. A breeze brushes against the face, causing a slight stinging sensation. He Jianguo, at his age, is used to wearing many layers of warm clothing, but Yang Xuefei, dressed rather lightly, shivered from the cold.

He Jianguo, his slightly aged body hunched over, stood silently before the simple tombstone. Yang Xuefei stood less than a meter
behind at a 45-degree angle. Because of the chill, she crossed her arms over her chest, but
her face was also solemn.

"Dad, Mom, this may be the last time I visit you this year," Old He said in a low, soft voice,
but Yang Xuefei could hear him clearly.

"At the end of last year, I went to the hospital for a checkup and found a tumor in my brain. The doctor said the location was very bad and the chances of
successful were very low. The doctor said I probably only have about a year left, and maybe I'll have to come and join you."

"After losing contact with Xiaoya, I couldn't muster the energy to find a partner.
Looking back , I was a bit foolish. Now that I'm older, I never expected to get this disease, so I won't look for a partner
. I haven't been able to start a family or continue the family line. I'm sorry to you all. I hope you won't blame me when I come here."
Old He's voice began to choke up, but it was very subtle, so subtle that Yang Xuefei, who was standing just inches away, couldn't notice
it. "In my whole life, I've always thought about others, but I haven't been able to think about my own and my family's feelings. I'm
really sorry to you all. But this time next year, I'll be coming to see you all, and our family
will finally be reunited."

It was the first time Yang Xuefei had seen He Jianguo cry. She had always thought that a man as tough as He Jianguo
wouldn't shed tears. She hurriedly took out her silk handkerchief from her bag and handed it to Old He.
He Jianguo 's words were so sincere, and indeed taken as a kind and benevolent final farewell. For the first time, she felt
a different, more tender side of He Jianguo truly appear before her.

The road back to Shanghai from the cemetery was much smoother. After dropping Old He off at home, Yang Xuefei drove to a nearby
top-tier hospital. Last week, she had accompanied Old He there as his daughter for a doctor's visit and a follow-up examination. This time,
she was there to pick up the report. She also saw Dr. Wu, a neurosurgeon. Dr. Wu told her that Old He's recent
condition was relatively good, likely due to the effectiveness of the imported medication he had been using. However, the long-term outlook was still not optimistic, and
the medication was very expensive, making long-term treatment unsustainable.

Being dragged down by a serious illness was a despairing memory that Yang Xuefei had experienced once and never wanted to relive
.

Returning home, Yang Xuefei felt an overwhelming heaviness. All her loved ones were gone. In
a way, she and Lao He shared a tragic fate, but He Jianguo would also soon pass away.
All of this filled her with a profound sense of loss. In the face of life, everything else seemed insignificant. Looking at her overflowing closets
of designer clothes, shoes, bags, and luxury items costing tens of thousands, she felt for the first time that they were all meaningless.
She felt withered, soulless. After countless struggles, she finally confirmed that her former
self was merely a meaningless self.

In this megacity with over twenty million residents, human tragedies and comedies unfolded everywhere. Because
it encompassed everything, because people from all over the country, with different professions and cultural backgrounds, met and blended
here, anything could happen. That was the charm of a metropolis.

Xiao Liu, a minor boy from a rural area in Northwest China, was also troubled, filled with guilt and remorse.
However, unlike Yang Xuefei, his feelings were much simpler.

It's been over
a month This past month has been incredibly agonizing for young Liu. He avoids Tong Na almost every day
, while her mature, sexy, and fair body keeps replaying in his mind day and night. At 16,
he's clearly not mature enough to handle this torment.

Liu's performance is still poor. He's too shy. In this industry, to get ahead, you need to be cunning and
ruthless. In the past month, he's only closed two rental deals,
earning commission and constantly being bossed around by the manager, sometimes even getting a severe scolding.

Xiao Liu would always secretly observe Tong Na, even though Tong Na rarely appeared in the shop next door.
The way Tong Na reacted to the same situation was completely different from Xiao Liu's. She always acted as if nothing had happened
, remaining as poised, elegant, mature, and beautiful as ever. Occasionally, when they met face-to-face, she would greet Xiao Liu warmly
as before , flashing a captivating smile.

On this sunny spring afternoon, with the temperature starting to rise, Tong Na and Xiao Liu unexpectedly met for the third time in over a month, across
the street .

Xiao Liu had just shown a house to clients, but the middle-aged couple were clearly not satisfied. He was disappointed, but
when he met Tong Na, this disappointment turned into utter dejection.

"By the way, Xiao Liu."

"Hmm?" His young voice trembled, he mustered his courage, but didn't know what to say.

"Sister…"

"Why haven't I seen you much lately?"

"This…" Xiao Liu stammered, unable to answer.

"Looks like you've been pretty busy with work lately. Being busy is a good thing." Tong Na's beautiful face betrayed no hidden
meaning in her words, remaining as straightforward and honest as ever.

"No...no..."

"Not busy?"

"Um..."

"Are you free tonight? Come over to my place. I just bought a new game console, something like Platform
4. I'm not very good at it, it's something for boys, teach me, okay?"

Xiao Liu's panic was palpable, countless images flashing through his mind, yet he remained silent.

Tong Na's skirt was a bit short, her smooth thighs tightly encased in black stockings, exuding a fatal
allure. Her long, beautiful legs and brown chunky heels were undoubtedly the
epitome .

In the not-too-glaring sunlight, he slightly raised his head, and there were her mature, luscious red lips. If
this weren't a bustling street, he thought he might have been unable to resist kissing her.

Tong Na seemed to sense something amiss in the situation; after all, she was Tong Na, and she had encountered countless
men .

"Are you still embarrassed about what happened last time?"

Seeing that Xiao Liu didn't answer, she seemed even more certain.

"That's something only adults should do. I'm sorry for dragging you into it."

"I'm an adult too!"

"Yes, yes, you're an adult now," Tong Na teased, seemingly even more beautiful than before.

"I..."

"Will you come to my house tonight? Teach me how to play games."

"Okay." This time, Xiao Liu agreed without hesitation.

Watching Tong Na's graceful figure disappear, he even felt his genitals harden. To avoid
losing control , but his attempt only made things worse, making him feel even more awkward.

As dusk settled, the night air, though warming, still carried a slight chill.

In a corner of this upscale neighborhood, in an ordinary yet extremely expensive penthouse duplex,
a photograph of the woman, taken during her trip to Australia, lay quietly in a frame on the bedside table in the upper bedroom. In the photo,
the world-famous Sydney Opera House was in the background, and the woman's delicate features
were made .

Directly opposite the photograph, on the large bed, the 33-year-old woman was having sex
naked .

The young woman's white, smooth breasts, like papayas, heaved like waves. She tried to control her breathing,
but the boy's reckless thrusts kept disrupting her rhythm. Her fair skin flushed slightly with excitement, and she
let out seductive moans from time to time.

"You should have said you didn't know how to play games earlier... I'll show you other games..." Tong Na
teased Xiao Liu playfully. Her voice wasn't particularly pleasant, but every word sent
shivers down .

"Sister... I want to play this with you from now on..." Xiao Liu thrust his lower body vigorously while kissing Tong Na's neck
haphazardly , letting the scent of her expensive perfume fill his nostrils and
central nervous system.

"Harder... ah... good little brother..." As the boy's thrusting speed increased, Tong Na's moans
became increasingly chaotic.

The sounds of their bodies merging were endless, a constant "splashing" of water. Tong Na had never imagined that
making love with a sixteen-year-old boy who had just lost his virginity would be so exciting. About ten years ago, she had made love with
a fourteen-year-old virgin. His father had brought him to a club to deflower him,
and the father had watched from the sidelines. But the excitement was limited to that; the boy's clumsy movements did
n't bring her pleasure, and even caused some pain. His awkward efforts were even somewhat comical. It was only after the boy's
father personally instructed her that she was finally satisfied, her initial desire ignited.

Tong Na actively guided Xiao Liu through the entire intercourse. She rolled over, her body drenched in sweat,
and squatted on top of the young boy, then tirelessly began her piston-like movements again.

The boy had good looks and was quick to learn. Under Tong Na's guidance, he became more and more vigorous.
He
believed that engaging in sexual intercourse with a young boy would make him appear even younger. Didn't those older men who had coveted his youthful body have the same thought? When he was 16, the village's widowed old men
stared at him with strange eyes, seeing him as the prettiest girl in the village. Soon after entering society, a
man nearing sixty took her virginity for a mere few hundred yuan. When she fell into prostitution, unlike the somewhat aloof Yang
Xuefei, Tong Na was known for not being picky about her clients. A man in his seventies
would spend most of his retirement pension on her every month, and she never hesitated. And then there's the later
story. Tong Na's current
wealth old men who craved the youthful vitality they desired from her. Now, she was
finding a small balance with a young boy. Wasn't that somewhat laughable and ironic?

The boy was doing quite well; compared to the older men, he was young and energetic. The mechanical and
monotonous thrusting brought him endless pleasure. His hard penis moved freely back and
forth in her narrow vagina. Although his technique was slightly clumsy, his enthusiasm was commendable.

The boy's energetic shouts and the woman's intoxicating moans, along with the lewd sounds of lovemaking, created a
scene that exuded an air of debauchery.

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