Love of Huizhou

Love of Huizhou
In March, the spring breeze was gentle and warm, the willows were green and the river was calm.
Shexian County, the birthplace of Huizhou culture, with its blue bricks, black tiles and horse-head walls.
We agreed on a time to meet, and he meticulously arranged the food, accommodation, and transportation.
He said, "You don't need to worry about anything, just come."
The night before departure, I picked out a pink silk lace slip dress and put it in my travel bag.
At the exit, I recognized him immediately; he was wearing a mask and waving at me. For a fleeting moment when our eyes met, I felt a little flustered. Hmm, his figure was what I liked, not too fat, not too thin; his height was what I liked, not too tall, not too short.
In the taxi, we chatted about the surrounding mountains and rivers, the weather was hot. My head rested naturally on his shoulder, my hand slipped onto his, and he took it in return…
In the room, he was as happy as a big boy, introducing me to the layout of each room. On the balcony, he embraced me and kissed me passionately, oblivious to everything else…
At Longfeng Huizhou Restaurant, He Tianxia Restaurant, and Meili Local Cuisine Restaurant, we sipped red wine, ate Huizhou cuisine, and whispered sweet nothings… He said he wanted me to taste all the local delicacies.
The ancient city wall, Huizhou Prefecture, the octagonal archway, the old street, Yuliang Dam, the grand courtyard—he took countless photos of me, creating countless beautiful memories. He, however, took very few photos of himself.
I don't have the habit of drinking water, so he adjusted the hot water to the perfect temperature and handed it to me; when I got tired of walking in high heels, he offered to carry me; knowing I liked bamboo shoots, he had the owner of a local specialty shop dig up some and send them to me; knowing I ate carelessly, he nagged me about it every day…
Can middle-aged people have love? So rigorous, so realistic, so bound by boundaries.
Can't middle-aged people have it? After leaving, I miss him every day, yearn for him every day, and savor those beautiful moments every day.
Because we're middle-aged, we don't have so many worries. We know what we want and what we can't do. We're not pretentious, not affected, we follow our hearts, and it's not about morality.
So, less than two hours after meeting, we were entwined. The entanglement of tongues, the collision of bodies, over and over again, tirelessly. Twice a night, twice a day, like two greedy children, craving each other, demanding from each other, giving to each other… I craved his intensity and madness; he craved the whole state we were in together.
He said, "This is the first time I've met someone like this." He said,
"I felt love at first sight when I first saw you."
He said, "This is the first time we've kissed passionately on the balcony."
He said, "Your moans excite me."
He said, "You're the first person to put a condom on me; I've never done that before."
He said, "You've given me so many firsts."
He said, "I haven't been this crazy in a long time."
Room number 1000 will be etched in our memories. We agreed that this day every year would be our anniversary, simply because it's so beautiful.
After dinner on the first day, he had just come out of the bathroom after showering. I couldn't help but hug and kiss him, kissing his lips, his chest, his stomach, all the way down to my knees, licking his crotch and inner thighs little by little... over and over again. I wanted to give him a different feeling.
Three days and two nights, completely relaxed, I didn't care about anything, just followed him. Three
days and five times, each time enjoyable, spiritually and physically satisfied.
He said, "It's a pity we didn't get to drink the old hen soup."
He said, "I forgot to touch your belly."
He said, "It was still a bit rushed, we should have rested at noon before leaving."
I said, "It's all good, as long as I'm with you."
He said, "We've consummated our marriage, I have a responsibility to you."
He said, "You can be a little temperamental in front of me, I want to open your heart little by little until you're completely open." He said
, "I love you, I want to give you the best."
He said, "After two years, when I go back, I can spend more time with you."
He said, "I don't have any grand promises, I just want to prove it with my actions."
I saw a sentence in someone else's article, "You and March are both spring," and I deeply agree.
Mr. G, it's so good to have met you!

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