Returning to the time when my mother was mature

[Time Travel] "Back to When My Mother Was Mature"

2012 hasn't arrived yet, but I have a feeling the end of the world is fast approaching. Winter break is here, and I learned from my homeroom teacher that I ranked 31st out of 45 students in my class. While 31st isn't terribly bad, it's still within the bottom fifteen. This result completely fails to meet my parents' expectations. My parents have always had high hopes for me, spending money and connections to get me into the top class of a prestigious high school. Actually, with my grades, I could be in the top five in a regular class, but so what? I'm in the top class. Expectations are always like this, always comparing to higher standards, a comparison that drives you crazy.

Although the report card won't arrive home for another week, my parents definitely know the teacher has already announced the rankings
. Even if I don't say anything, they'll still call the teacher to inquire.

It's my senior year of high school. I've worked hard for three years, but my grades still can't catch up with others. This holiday won't be relaxing; next semester will be
mostly mock exams, and finally, the college entrance exam. So I haven't even thought about going anywhere to play, but if I bring these results
home, my parents' faces will definitely be grim. Moreover, their disappointed expressions break my heart.

My parents have sacrificed so much for me. My father is an ordinary low-level cadre in the Industry and Commerce Bureau, with a decent salary,
but certainly not wealthy. He doesn't smoke or drink, and after paying his mother household expenses each month, he doesn't save much money.
Whenever he has extra money, he goes to the bookstore to buy me various study materials or designer clothes to
encourage me to study hard. My mother is a very refined woman. She runs a skincare counter in a shopping mall. It's not tiring,
the environment is decent, and her income is about the same as my father's. Unlike the traditional "strict father and kind mother," my father dotes on me,
but my mother is quite strict with me. But I know they both want what's best for me; deep down, they hope I
can be successful.

Thinking about this, I arrived at my door, rang the doorbell, and my mother opened the door. My mother employs
staff at her counter, so she has more free time.

"Mom~" I called out when my mother opened the door.

"Zihao, you're back. How were your exam results?" Without saying much, my mother immediately asked about my grades.

"I didn't do well on the test, I came in 31st." I didn't try to hide it; I knew it was
better to just say it directly.

"Why can't you improve, the same old story?" Seeing me standing there blankly, my mother said, "Alright, alright, hurry up and take
a shower and change your clothes. Dinner will be ready when your dad gets back."

"Okay." I replied as if I had done something wrong, went inside to put my things down, grabbed my clothes, and took a shower.

The warm water seemed to soak me completely, the hot water washing over my body, while I heard the door open outside.

"His dad's back? Zihao didn't do well on the test again. Why can't this kid improve?" Mom
said to Dad quietly.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, it's good that the child did his best. It's almost Chinese New Year, let him have a happy time.
There's still time after the New Year, we can catch up
then we tried to help him catch up when things got better, but he's a step behind others. Zihao is very hardworking, and his character
is good. Look at Junhua's son, he doesn't like studying and even gets into fights. It seems our Zihao isn't a
good child, is he?" Although I could hear the disappointment in my father's voice when he learned the results, he still loved
me so much.

"You, you just spoil your son. Okay, after he takes a bath, we can eat. Put your things down and
go wash your hands in the kitchen. "

Hearing my parents' conversation, I made up my mind to study hard. I didn't want to hear my father's disappointed
sighs .

"Ah!" "Suddenly, I felt an electric shock all over my body—not just a sensation, I was actually electrocuted! We have an electric water
heater at home, and Haier claims it has some kind of 'anti-electric shock wall,' so I usually don't unplug it when I shower, even though
my father has told me several times, I still didn't take it seriously.

Suddenly, I lost all feeling, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

In April 1984, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and the State Council decided to further open up Dalian, Qinhuangdao, Tianjin,
Yantai, Qingdao, Lianyungang, Nantong, Shanghai, Ningbo, Wenzhou, Fuzhou, Guangzhou, Zhanjiang, and Beihai."
Four port cities gradually established economic and technological development zones. Starting in 1985, economic open zones were subsequently opened in the Yangtze
River Delta , the Pearl River Delta, southeastern Fujian, and the Bohai Rim region.

In my city in southern China, thanks to the reform and opening-up policy, factories began to be built, and various
training courses were launched. With the influx of foreign companies, the number of foreign faces in the town also increased.

Yes, reform and opening-up—I was living through that era.

I've traveled through time! Back to 25 years ago. Fortunately, I didn't end up in some barren land; it was still
my hometown, only this hometown had become extremely unfamiliar. I woke up... More than ten days have passed, and my body is still the same
body , and my consciousness is still my own. Although it's hard to imagine, I've accepted

the fact that I've "time-traveled. "

I remember about ten days ago, at 18 years old, I time-traveled while taking a shower, arriving in this
era . When I was conscious, I was in the room of an elderly couple. They told me that they
were startled to find a naked person lying in their yard that morning, and out of kindness, they moved me into their house. Although this place
will become incredibly prosperous and wealthy in 25 years, it's only just been developed at this point, so it's basically still like a rural area.

When asked about my identity, I... I can only say I can't remember. I simply couldn't come up with a plausible identity. A
naked 18-year-old man—it's not like I've traveled to ancient times—couldn't possibly conjure up any stories. Luckily, I speak
fluent local dialect, so the elderly couple thought it was just a child from somewhere in town who had run away.

For the next few days, the couple inquired everywhere, asking if anyone had gone missing, but without any
news. These past few days, I've been constantly thinking about what this time travel is all about. I believe it couldn't be time
travel, because time has a direction, so it's very likely I've arrived in a parallel universe.
If I hadn't arrived... In this parallel universe, its development will be similar to my original
world . However, because of my arrival, I may not be able to change many major events, but
events happening in a small corner of the world might be altered because of me. Of course, these past few days I've also come to know this elderly couple as "
Uncle and Auntie." They are both in their sixties. They had a son and two daughters in their younger years, but

during the Cultural Revolution, they all chose the wrong side, ultimately suffering the heartbreak of outliving their children. Because their family members
chose the wrong side, their middle age was difficult, even extremely challenging. I know that recently...
Ten years ago, the land that had been "requisitioned" was returned, so life became a little better.

The uncle and aunt were kind people, so they treated me very well. Although I missed my parents in my original world, I had no relatives left in
this one, so
I felt a strong connection with this uncle and aunt I met the moment I opened my eyes. For the past ten days, they've treated me like family. I genuinely consider them my
elders. The uncle and aunt share the same surname as me, "Qiu," just like my parents. They're from the
same village in a large village. After being introduced by someone, they got married, quit their jobs, and moved to the county center, eventually settling there
. Therefore, I suspect this is where my parents grew up, but I can't ask them
if there are people named "Qiu Weiguo" and "Qiu Yu" in the village, because they might ask me, "Do you know
them?" or "Are you their relative?"

After I recovered, my aunt and uncle asked me if I could transfer my household registration to theirs. The household registration system of that era
had many loopholes; even without a birth certificate or household registration document, it was still possible to transfer ownership with connections.

The village had recently learned that my aunt and uncle had a new man in their family. They said he was a distant nephew who had been stranded during the Cultural Revolution
and was now returning to his hometown to find his parents after their deaths. My aunt and uncle were always honest, so everyone believed them
. Their son had never seen me in or outside the village, which further convinced them.

They used their connections to find the village head, and through a small police station, they transferred my household registration to my aunt and uncle's. They also got me
a new ID card. Looking at this new ID card, it was indeed different from my old second-generation ID card.

These past few days, I've been working in the fields with my aunt and uncle. Although I'm well-nourished and physically
strong because of my previous life, farm work isn't just about strength; it requires skill. Seeing that I
wasn't doing a very good job with the farm work, I suggested looking for work outside the village. After all, my knowledge was decent,
and the education level in those days was quite backward, so my cultural literacy was better than many people's. Over the past
few days, the uncle and aunt had noticed my demeanor and manner, thinking I was a scholar, and finally agreed to let me go out. The place I went wasn't
far; I didn't go to the county center, just to look for work in the town, so I had to come back every night. Before I left,
the aunt gave me twenty yuan. It was made up of one-yuan and ten-cent coins. Twenty yuan
was a lot at that time. The uncle and aunt were just farmers; they had sold a few plots of land, but twenty yuan was still a considerable sum
, so I was very grateful for their trust. I knew that as a senior high school student,
I lacked social experience, but I would still repay those who were kind to me in every way possible.

Without any transportation, I walked for more than three hours to reach the town. My cloth shoes were very durable,
even more comfortable than my later sneakers. Although it was called a town, it was only slightly better than the countryside; to me, 25 years later, it still
felt very dilapidated.

I'm a science student. If we only consider chemistry, biology, and physics, I'm pretty good, and my English is
passable . It's just that my Chinese is really terrible; my essays alone are about 15 points lower than others. 15 points
is enough to make a huge difference in my previous top-tier class. And then there's classical Chinese, which I can't understand… In the combined science subjects,
chemistry is my best, and I've participated in many chemistry competitions, winning a second prize at the provincial level. Confident in my chemistry skills,
I found a job at a chemical plant. It's a foreign-owned company called "Yingzhi Chemical Plant," mainly producing
polystyrene, which I know extremely well. It frequently appears in chemistry competitions because of its wide application.
They often test our knowledge on production process reactions, waste disposal, how to improve efficiency in industry
, and how to lower reaction conditions, etc. So, although it's mostly theoretical, my theoretical knowledge is still
very professional.

This factory wasn't hiring; instead, they were
offering junior college graduates were incredibly valuable, let alone college graduates. However, their
curriculum was basically starting with "advanced mathematics," and their specialized courses weren't
as professional as the training programs we later received for competitions. After all, we had a thorough understanding of mainstream chemical processes. Since there were no job openings,
I went straight to the office. In those days, a factory typically had only two or three offices, and those offices
were the factory's management worked. This factory had only one large office. When I knocked and went in, I saw two
foreigners, but I couldn't tell which country they were from. There were also four or five middle-aged men who looked highly educated. Later, I
learned that some of these Chinese men had studied abroad, and others were former university chemistry professors.

Without much preamble, after explaining my purpose, they seemed quite dismissive of me, a mere novice. I didn't elaborate further,
simply writing down the traditional polystyrene production process and the dozen or so corresponding chemical reactions on a piece of paper.
As expected , this factory was using the traditional process. I then pointed out several
key reaction points in the process, indicating methods to improve efficiency, and even incorporating some modern production methods for improvement.
After a half-hour exchange, they were captivated by my explanation on paper
. I demonstrated professionalism, groundbreaking insights, and feasibility to the fullest. "

In
your opinion, I've been very
impressed , please join us!" one of the foreigners said, extending an olive branch.

"My pleasure~" I immediately reciprocated.

After initially confirming my role as a production supervision assistant and signing the contract, they took me to see the factory. The factory
wasn't operational yet; the equipment was still being tested. Production would begin after a training course in a few days.
Foreign companies implemented wage reforms starting in 2018, but ordinary employees
only earned 25-50 yuan a month. The foreign company offered me 200 yuan a month, with an increase after the factory officially
opened .

Because it's almost operational, I've been extremely busy these past few days, following the foreign staff around the factory, inspecting
the equipment , and making improvements to equipment that could be improved quickly. However, since the equipment is mostly imported,
many of the modifications I proposed based on modern industrial principles will have to be implemented gradually later. Nevertheless, some recyclable
facilities that could improve production efficiency were completed under my theoretical guidance.

I haven't been home for six or seven days. The finance department (a man who studied business administration abroad) sent me...
Holding my month's salary, twenty crisp 10-yuan bills, I felt a little lost. I took a day off
to go home. It was the 20th of the first lunar month, and it was still very cold. I wanted to buy some cotton-padded clothes and shoes for my uncle and aunt, but
clothing stores were still scarce at this time of year; tailor shops were the majority. I entered one of the few
decent clothing stores next to the town government. At tailor shops, you need to take measurements, but at clothing stores, you can buy directly
.

Inside, there were cotton-padded jackets, Zhongshan suits, and overcoats. Hanging in the center were two down jackets, one black and one red,
men's and women's styles respectively. Down jackets were expensive, costing 30 yuan each—a luxury for many.
But the shopkeeper said they sold well, and some wealthy people did. There weren't many people in the store; besides me,
there were two middle-aged women looking at clothes.

"This is it! Xiaoyu, Xiaoting, hurry up! This store sells down jackets. I heard they're
warmer than cotton-padded jackets!" A clear voice rang out, and three girls pushed their way into the store. I glanced over and
was surprised to see a familiar face. Yes, it was Xiao Yu, my mother from my original world, Qiu Yu!

My mother was a very refined woman, with a small frame, making her appear petite. Slender women don't age easily, right?
My high school homeroom teacher, just thirty years old, even praised my mother, who was already in her early forties, at a parent-teacher conference, saying she had a particularly elegant demeanor and knew how to
maintain her appearance.

My mother at this time looked almost identical to my later mother, only more youthful, and about the same height as my mother from
my original world. I even had an urge to go up and call her "Mom!"

The three girls seemed to be students from a nearby middle school. My mother only had a high school education; she didn't go to university.
When I was little I heard my mother tell stories of the past, and I knew that after graduating high school, she went to work in a printing factory, and later, through an introduction, she met
my father, who worked at the same factory.

That meant they would get married in three years, and "I" would be born in the fifth year. A "me" with
the same ! Can there be two "me"s in the same world? If that "me" appeared,
even though he was 18 years younger than me, as he grew up, that would be me. According to general relativity, it's impossible for two entities to exist in the same world
, so would I disappear? Although I'm unfamiliar with this new world,
I won't allow myself to disappear! I can't allow that "me" to be born!

Although I can't be sure if the existence of another "me" will make me disappear, I can't let that possibility
exist.

Over there, three girls had been looking at that red down jacket for a long time. The girl in the lead tried it on
and decisively bought it. "Xiao Mi, you decided to buy it so quickly?" the young mother asked in surprise.

"Xiao Mi's family is rich," the girl called Xiao Ting replied.

"Hehe, let's all buy it, it's so nice for the three sisters to wear the same clothes~" Xiao Mi said happily.

"We'll just look at it, and I'll buy it for ourselves when I start working and earning money." Looking at the young mother's determined
gaze, I seemed to see the strong mother from my original world.

After they left, estimating the height of the uncle and aunt, I bought a red down jacket and two black
down jackets in one go, and also bought three pairs of cotton pants. I also found out that the girls were from the nearby "Yucai High School," what a nice
name... hehe. After leaving the clothing store, the owner cheerfully saw me off. I then bought a pair of fleece-lined leather
boots ; it was incredibly cold that day.

I also picked up some ham and cured meat. After a three-hour journey, I returned to the village. The uncles and aunties
were almost incredulous when they saw me carrying so much stuff. Upon learning of my ordeal, they were unusually excited. The auntie
cooked some dishes, and then we ate. There was no television back then—not that there wasn't one, but it wasn't common. After dinner,
the auntie, wearing her new down jacket, went to chat with neighbors nearby.

I slept soundly through the night, and the next morning after breakfast, I had to go back to the factory. Before leaving, I left fifty yuan.
The uncles and aunties refused to take it, but I insisted on giving it to them.

The next few days were very busy, especially the first few days of operation. Many orders were placed with the factory in advance
, so the pre-production was quite large. I constantly inspected the factory, and in my spare time, I studied how to maximize output under these technological conditions
and how to effectively improve the equipment. The factory-arranged dormitory was coincidentally very close to the dormitory building of
Yucai High School. It turned out that when the factory was first built, most of the money spent on purchasing the land went towards the factory itself,
leaving little for dormitory construction. There was a large vacant lot behind Yucai High School. After negotiations between the foreigners and the school,
the factory agreed to build employee dormitories on the vacant land in exchange for helping to build student dormitories. Because of the factory's emphasis on this,
my dormitory was arranged in a good building, complete with basic bedding and furniture. After buying a few
changes of clothes, although I didn't have much money left, life was still quite comfortable. Meals were provided by the canteen;
the only drawback was the lack of a water heater, requiring me to boil water myself.

At the end of my second month of work, I received my second paycheck. Due to the excellent performance of the factory, my salary
jumped to 500 yuan. I finally realized that foreigners had indeed made a lot of money in China during the reform and opening-up period.

500 yuan was almost more than many people's annual living expenses. There didn't seem to be any banks in the town, so I
deposited some of my money in the rural credit cooperative.

With the various positions being filled in the factory, I wasn't as busy anymore. My main task became solving the chemical
recycling rate problem, so I had more free time. With a little free time, I started inquiring
about my mother, Qiu Yu.

My mother is a senior in high school this year, her last semester. Her grades are unlikely to get her into university,
so she'll probably have to find a job after graduation. My mother's father, my maternal grandfather,
is a supply and marketing cooperative employee, just like in the original world. They're reasonably well-off, but certainly not wealthy. My mother is 17 this year
, a year younger than me.

I've run into her a few times now, and this long-lost family affection makes me very attached. Yes,
it's been over two months since I left that world. I wonder how worried my parents are, or perhaps, in the original world, I've already been electrocuted
?

The few times I saw my mother, I invited her to sit at a dessert shop, but my mother, not being so open-minded, always
blushed and ran away amidst the teasing of her classmates. Now everyone knows that the handsome
young man from the chemical plant is pursuing the Qiu family's daughter.

In those days, the pressure of senior year in high school wasn't as great; most students were just focused on graduating and finding jobs, so the college entrance exam didn't feel
as important.

Later, I would always carry a piece of chocolate with me and run up to my mother to give it to her whenever I saw her. My mother
She ran away blushing again, but clutched the chocolate tightly in her hand. Gradually, though she didn't say anything,
she began to yearn for her mother. When I realized it, I found it strange myself.

Thinking back, I realized I had a bit of an Oedipus complex. During my teenage
years , my exposure to adult novels and pictures made my mother the object of my fantasies. For a
while, she was the object of my masturbation; my petite and delicate mother had a unique charm. Later, as I grew
older and more mature, coupled with the moral constraints of reality, I buried these feelings deep inside and gradually
forgot them. But now, like the beautiful 1980s romance in movies, these feelings have sprouted,
grown ! I admit my mother was pretty in her youth, but unlike
my mother who remained alluring even at 40, my current mother is still quite raw and not particularly outstanding. So, my love for my current mother
can be said to stem more from the Oedipus complex left over from my adolescence.

May was already quite hot. I would go back to my uncle and aunt's house for two days each month, bring some things back,
and help with some housework. I spent the rest of the time in town. During this time, my relationship with my mother improved.
She was about to graduate, so the family started asking around to find her a job. A new bakery opened these past few days,
also selling fancy juices and ice cream. Although the prices were a bit high, it didn't matter to someone like me who was already ridiculously well-off
. Seeing my mother's excited expression as she ate ice cream for the first time, I'm sure her
radiant touched me deeply. It was like seeing my mother's happy smile when I got perfect scores on tests when I was a child.
I invited my mother to the movies over the weekend, and she agreed. However, it was such a boring movie, "Emei Mountain," but
my mother like everyone else, watched it with great interest.

Sitting next to me, I glanced at her and saw her engrossed in the film. I tentatively reached out and touched her
small hand, and she didn't resist. I confidently took her hand, and she seemed oblivious, but I
could clearly see that she was blushing.

We watched the movie hand in hand, feeling happy. On the way back to my mother's dorm, I bought her some cotton candy. She
shyly held the candy in one hand, while I held her other. When we got close to the dorm building, boys weren't allowed in,
and she seemed quite shy. Usually, my mother would just let me walk her about 20 meters away and then stop. This time
was different, but this time, under the cover of darkness, I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cherry-like
lips.

So sweet, with the taste of cotton candy. My mother was taken aback by my action, her body seemingly stiffening
. When my hand slipped from her waist to her hip, she hurriedly pushed me away.

"I'm going in too," she said, head down, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, turning and heading towards the dorm building.

"Okay. I'll come find you again tomorrow." Watching my mother's departing figure, scenes from four or five
years ago, when I was still a junior high school student, involuntarily surfaced in my mind. I often fantasized about these scenes at night: I was on top of my petite and graceful mother,
her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, my hard, burning penis
tightly . With each thrust, she would moan, "Oh~ Oh~," her eyes closed, enjoying my
relentless assault on her lower body. Reaching climax with each ecstatic moan, my semen shot heavily into
her body, remaining inside until absorbed.

Back then, although I always felt guilty after masturbating, ashamed of my thoughts, and deeply remorseful for
having improper desires for my mother despite my father's love for me, I felt extremely guilty. After entering high school, with
increasing academic pressure and my mother's increasingly strict attitude, she rarely became the object of my fantasies anymore.

But now, this mother, so familiar yet so strange to me, had become a woman I could defile.

Unconsciously, my closeness to my mother became linked to "sex."

As orders at the factory increased, besides being responsible for equipment upgrades and design, the foreigner
also delegated some other tasks to me. After all, there were only a few senior executives in the factory, and with the increasing workload,
the responsibilities were also distributed more widely, since I still had relatively free time.

My relationship with my mother developed slowly; after our last kiss goodbye, there wasn't much progress .
Before I knew it, the college entrance exam arrived, but even faster, it ended. In this era, most people weren't
thinking about which university they could get into, but rather what kind of job they could find after graduating from high school.

After graduating from high school, there weren't many graduation trips, so my mother had some free time. Now it
was my turn to be busy.

Recently, a Western restaurant opened, so I invited my mother there tonight. In this era, dating is commonly referred to as
"dating," so my mother had already tacitly accepted me as her "partner." In the evening, my mother wore a plain white
long dress, looking somewhat fresh and elegant. Although I'm not a gentleman, I can still pretend to be one. After entering the restaurant, I
pulled out a chair for my mother and invited her to sit down. Such behavior is something you wouldn't even see in art films, so my mother's face
clearly showed the joy of being pampered.

Perhaps because this was the first relatively formal Western restaurant in town, there were many foreigners in the restaurant, and
Chinese people were relatively few. At this moment, a group of foreign friends seemed to be having a meal at a long table not far away, and
the cheek kiss after the female guests were seated made my mother blush for a while.

"Hey, Hao, how can foreigners kiss each other like that?" The foreigners not far away were giving cheek kisses very naturally, and
my mother was too embarrassed to look at them for more than a few times. (My identity was registered as "Qiu Hao," I don't know why I didn't
register as "Qiu Zihao," I don't know what I was thinking at the time.)

"Hehe, that's their etiquette, similar to our handshake and hug." I replied with a smile.

"Oh." Obviously, my mother still couldn't accept such openness.

Dinner was very sumptuous. To be honest, in my original world, I didn't eat Western food very often. Although
my family was well-off, my parents still preferred Chinese food, and even when they ate out, they would basically go to Chinese restaurants
. So, although my mother seemed curious about Western food, her expression revealed that she
didn't particularly like the taste.

"This Sunday is my birthday," I said casually.

"Oh? Really? I... I still have time to prepare." My mother seemed a little flustered upon hearing my words;
it was clear that she wanted to do something for me after learning it was my birthday.

"Actually, I really want to eat longevity noodles. Now that I'm all alone, there's no one to cook for me," I said, feigning surprise.
She looked rather forlorn.

"I'll cook for you! I know you'll love my noodles." My mother seemed
especially , as if she had fulfilled a huge wish.

"Okay, will you cook for me at my dorm?" "Yes, I'll buy all the ingredients." As if a weight
had been lifted from her shoulders, my mother ate the rest of the dinner happily.

After dinner, I wanted to go to the movies, but my mother said she wanted to go home early. Reluctantly, I walked her to
the entrance of her alley, and she went inside by herself.

Busy as ever, the weekend arrived, and to be honest, I was looking forward to it. Not for the longevity noodles, but because I was determined
to make a breakthrough in our relationship today.

I woke up early, washed up, and got dressed. I waited until noon, standing outside the door, when I saw
a girl in a blue and white dress walking towards me with a handbag. Finally,
my mother, whom I had mentally rehearsed countless times, stood before me.

"Were you waiting for me? Hehe~" My mother looked at my expectant face, a little happy.

"Actually, I was really waiting for my longevity noodles." Smiling, I pulled my mother into the room.

"Have you eaten?" "No, I just wanted some longevity noodles."

"You're like a little kid." For some reason, hearing that gave me a strange
feeling .

My mother spoke as she lit the coal stove, looking quite skilled.

She cooked a pot of noodles quickly, ladled two bowls onto the table, and I eagerly started eating.
The sooner the sooner I could get to work. After finishing one bowl, seeing that my mother had only eaten a little more, I ladled out another and ate it too
. After finishing the second bowl, my mother had almost finished eating as well.

I moved my chair to my mother's side.

"What?" My mother chuckled and asked when she saw me move next to her.

"A birthday present." "Didn't I cook you noodles?" "I want more." "How can you want more? Mmm
..."

Before my mother could finish speaking, I leaned in and gently kissed her. Perhaps because there was no one else in the dormitory this time,
my mother gently pushed me away a couple of times and then didn't resist anymore. Feeling that my mother didn't resist, I embraced
her and began to kiss her passionately. The faint fragrance of her lips and teeth tempted me to probe with my tongue.
She seemed a little nervous and scared, her teeth initially preventing me from entering. I withdrew my right hand from behind her back and
gently squeezed her small breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel their softness. "Mmm…

" my mother murmured softly, her teeth loosening, and I easily slipped my tongue inside, beginning to entwine with hers.
Her tongue tried to dodge, but I relentlessly pursued, and eventually, our tongues intertwined in her mouth
.

Seeing that the oral sex was settled, my hands began to busy themselves. My right hand lightly caressed her breasts, while
my left hand stroked her waist. Gradually, my mother's breathing became heavy, and my penis was already
engorged erect. I lifted her from the chair, carried her a few steps to the bed nearby, and laid her
down.

My body pressed against hers. Realizing what was about to happen, my mother
resisted .

"Don't do this, we...we're not married yet. Hmm...at least we should be engaged before doing this
..."

Seeing my mother's flustered look, I gently kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Then how about taking me to meet your parents
tomorrow ?"

"Ah, so soon?" My mother was a little surprised by my request.

"Xiaoyu, I really like you, I want to marry you and spend my life with you." I murmured gently.

"Yes, Hao, I like you too."

"Then please don't refuse me, okay? I really can't control myself, please give it to me?"

"No..." My mother wanted to refuse again, but she must really like me, so she
couldn't bear to refuse my almost pleading gentleness.

Gently, I lifted my mother's skirt from the hem and took it off. Although she was still wearing white underwear and
bra , my mother shyly turned her head away and stopped looking at me. I then helped my mother take off her shoes and socks, and now my mother
seemed even more shy, and hurriedly pulled the blanket next to her over herself. Almost there, I quickly took off my
shoes and clothes, leaving only my underwear, which was bulging high from my erect penis.

I pulled back the covers, gently pressed myself against my mother, kissed her cheeks, and began to remove her
bra . It seems bras weren't common back then, so without them, a pair of alluring small breasts were revealed. "Mmm
..." My mother gasped softly as her breasts were being kneaded by a man. Her smooth, soft breasts gently
deformed ; although not very full, they felt exceptionally comfortable to hold. Seeing
my mother's flushed face and rapid breathing, I gently pulled up the ends of her underwear and slowly pulled it off, placing it aside. I
quickly took off my own, spread her legs, and pressed myself against her. My fully erect penis rubbed against her
vulva, the pubic hair still sparse, making the friction smooth. My
hands were still reluctantly kneading her breasts. Gradually, I felt my mother's lower body becoming wet. I straightened
up, guided my penis with my hand, and slowly inserted it into her vagina.

"Ugh..." My mother seemed to be in some pain, and I wasn't having much luck either. Her vagina was very tight, and only
half of my glans went in. I steeled myself and pushed it in a little further. Once the entire glans was inside, I slowly pulled it out.

"Does it hurt?" I asked with concern, seeing my mother's furrowed brows.

"It's okay, I'm just so scared."

As I spoke, I continued to insert my penis. This time, the entire glans went into her vagina smoothly. With another
push , and with my mother's "Ugh... um..." sound, my penis was more than halfway in. Then I began to
slowly thrust in and out. "Ugh... ugh... um..." My mother also began to moan softly, and it seemed that
the pain of losing her virginity was gradually subsiding. The blood from her vaginal opening gradually stained the sheets. As her vagina became more moist, my
penis was able to thrust in and out completely. After about a hundred thrusts, the urge to ejaculate washed over me. I
didn't slow down; instead, I thrust harder. Finally
, feeling as if my entire penis was filled with semen, I couldn't bear it any longer, and my ejaculation came in spurts, shooting into my mother's body. I collapsed
next to her. My mother, who looked like she was struggling to breathe, saw me lying down, reached out and hugged me tightly, pressing
her head against my chest, panting without saying a word.

My first time with my mother lasted less than five minutes, but the desire in my heart hadn't subsided, and soon
my penis was hard again. My mother, pressed close to my body, felt my desire,
looked up at me with tender affection, and I couldn't resist kissing her, then rolled over on top of her. My penis quickly found the entrance to her vagina and I
couldn't help but thrust in. Although it was tight, it went in smoothly.

"Mmm...mmm..." my mother moaned softly, matching my powerful rhythm. We didn't say much,
because the tacit understanding between us didn't need many words. This time was obviously different from the first time
. After nearly ten minutes of thrusting, she bit her lip, her words indistinct, and finally
her whole body relaxed. My penis felt a heavy squeeze, and then a wetness enveloped it.
It seemed my mother had reached orgasm.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried that my mother's body couldn't take it.

"Mmm," she simply replied.

Watching my mother's body convulse and then calm down, my penis began to thrust in and out again,
as if all the sensations in her body were concentrated on my penis. The soft yet tight pressure of her vagina made me want
to keep thrusting. "Mmm...mmm...mmm." Unconsciously, my mother began to moan softly again.

Time seemed to pass quickly, yet it also seemed to pass slowly. After hundreds of thrusts, that feeling of being filled with semen
returned. Seeing my mother biting her lip and trying to grab something with both hands, I knew that my mother was about to
climax. "Oh~ Xiaoyu...I'm coming..." I couldn't help but call out.

"Mmm, Hao...me too...mmm...mmm..." Incoherent words, frantic body movements, and semen
shot into my mother's body again.

"Hao." "Hmm?"

"Are you going to see my parents next week?" "Yes, next week."

"When?" "How about Friday night?"

"Yes, whatever you say." Saying this, my mother sweetly fell asleep in my arms.

Watching my mother fall asleep, I believed that my mother's fate had been changed. I got up, went to the family planning office , and
got emergency contraception; after all, it's too early to have a child now.

On Monday, I went to work at the factory. The foreign factory manager called me over and said I needed to go on a business trip to the port to inspect
newly imported equipment. I learned it would only take three or
four
days round trip, so I could still make it back to meet my mother's parents. Before leaving, I told my mother and then got into a jeep with the factory's finance manager. We went to the city, transferred to a train (about eight hours), and then transferred to a car to reach the port area. We rested at
a hotel for the night to prepare for the inspection the next day.

The next day, around noon, I went with Lao Guan from the finance department to inspect the equipment—a whole container of
equipment. Although many items couldn't be tested on-site, we still checked the basics.

After the inspection, it was already dinnertime, so we decided to sleep for the night and head back the next day.
I shared . He doesn't snore, so the business trip was quite comfortable with him.

Around midnight, a group of policemen and soldiers in green uniforms knocked on the door and took us away. Seeing the soldiers
carrying rifles, we didn't dare make a move. A military transport vehicle took us and the soldiers
into a mountainous area. We were eventually placed in a military guesthouse. Completely bewildered, we were summoned
and finally learned why we had been arrested: the country needed us to "contribute" the polystyrene production process and
specific production steps. Well, "Celestial Empire" is mighty, "Celestial Empire" is domineering! We thought
we could leave after writing reports on the production reaction line and raw material handling. But in the end, we were still treated as "experts" and only
after completing the basic production specifications in an experimental factory next to the military base could we "retire." The problem was that I didn't
understand the entire production process; after all, I wasn't responsible for the whole project. Old Guan, needless to say, a management
graduate , could only follow along and figure things out with me every day.

For the first few days, I was hoping to quickly develop a complete production line so I could go home sooner and not
worry . But gradually, I began to despair. After all, to fully understand this technology, simply being familiar with
the projects I was responsible for wasn't enough. So, I could only study diligently every day, losing track of time. Soon, it
was Chinese New Year. I knew it was because people from the army had invited us to New Year's Eve dinner. Oh my god, our
mother must be worried, anxious, even desperate, after not going home for so long. I even thought about running away, but in these mountains,
escape was impossible . So, the only thing I could do was continue my research.

After the New Year, more "experts" were brought in to work with us. Fortunately, with these "experts,"
our research made progress. Through conversation, I learned that they also worked for foreign companies, which is why they were "invited

. "

The following summer, the research was finally completed. After the superiors' successful acceptance, a celebration banquet was held. After
the toasts and laughter , lying in my room, thinking about going home soon, and even wondering if my mother would cry her eyes out,
my heart ached terribly. The longing I had suppressed for a while rekindled. The next morning, Lao Guan and I
went to find Political Commissar Xu in the army to inquire about returning home. We had gotten quite familiar with him over the past few days.

"Commissar, when can we go home?" Lao Guan asked impatiently as soon as he saw him
.

Political Commissar Xu replied, "Don't worry, the Party and the country won't treat you unfairly. You've contributed to the country, and the country
will definitely reward you. Besides, you haven't been mistreated here, right?"

"Yes, yes, we haven't been mistreated at all, it's just that we've been away from home for a while and we miss home," Lao Guan said listlessly.

"Just wait patiently for what the higher-ups say."

Helpless, we had no choice but to go back and wait. But what we didn't expect was that another group of "experts" arrived.
This time they wanted us, the original team, to work with new people to research chlorination. Damn it, I'm speechless! Everyone became negative, not putting in any effort, and some, like Lao Guan

, didn't even show up . A few days later, Political Commissar Xu gathered us, the original team, together. "I know everyone wants to go home, but the interests of the country must come first. Think about it, so many important industrial technologies are monopolized by foreigners; how much money do they make every year? That money would be very helpful in building social infrastructure. The Party will not let you down. These past few days, we've already transferred your military status and given you the rank of major, a senior professional technical position. Look at the country's reward for you..."

"Alright, now that you're soldiers, shouldn't you serve the country and the people even better? The higher-ups have
promised that if you complete this mission, you can be demobilized and return to the people. The Party and
the state will find you excellent positions in military units. Everyone, work hard to complete this mission!"

Hearing Political Commissar Xu's words, we could only hope that the great Party wouldn't break its promise again.

The next day, everyone began to seriously work on the research. However, this time the chlorine industry was significantly
more , and the new "experts" didn't know as much about polystyrene as I did before. So
, after studying the first few steps of chlorine production, our progress slowed down considerably. Gradually, I don't know
how much , and some innocent "experts" joined us one after another. The military-style pace made us more
focused on the research. Finally, after celebrating five New Years in the military, in the autumn, our chlorine industry was finally fully researched
. Compared to the first time, we, the original group, were somewhat at a loss, and didn't even talk
to Political Commissar Xu about going home. It was another victory celebration, but this time, Political Commissar Xu
commended our group for our unwavering dedication to the country and announced that we would soon be leaving the army
to return to the people and serve them better. Hearing this, many of us couldn't help but shed tears, some even
sobbing, like Lao Guan…

It was then that I realized I had been gone for over five years. Would my mother still be waiting for me?
The pressures of family and society in that era were immense; perhaps my mother had already remarried. Had she married my father, Qiu Weiguo?

But would the birth of their "son" make me disappear? Filled with unease and excitement, I slowly
drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the entire research department was filled with a festive atmosphere; some soldiers had even hung up banners that read, "Experts,
may you rest in peace!" "Those who could go home were overjoyed, and those who couldn't go back yet were even more
motivated to return. After packing our things, clutching our military ID cards and 500 yuan of wages from the past years, we boarded
a military transport vehicle. After several transfers between units, we finally arrived back in our hometown. The town had changed a lot;
it had become bustling. We were notified that Lao Guan and I were assigned to a state-owned chemical company as technical advisors.
It seems Lao Guan, who manages finances, will still be working with me in a technical role. Regarding our disappearance for so many years,
the military did send someone home to say we had been called up by the state to work for the collective. The original foreign-owned
polystyrene plant was still there, but of course, we didn't go back.

Having military ID and rank made checking things much easier. Qiu Yu, my mother,
registered her marriage with Qiu Weiguo over a year ago, and more than six months ago, a son was added to the household registration: Qiu..." Zihao. Good heavens,
things haven't changed. I don't know if my existence and that of "Qiu Zihao" violate
general relativity , but we truly exist simultaneously. I'm not sure if "Qiu Zihao" and I are the same person. I
was originally Qiu Zihao, but after returning to this era, I changed my name to Qiu Hao. But… I don't know how deep my doubts run
, nor how to resolve them.

A few days later, after everything had settled down, I learned that my mother, Qiu Yu, had recently stopped working at the printing factory, and
Qiu Weiguo was busy pulling strings, supposedly leaving the small town to work in the city. Following the address, I found
my mother 's residence. The moment I knocked on the door, I felt lost, unsure how to face my beloved
mother, Qiu Yu.

A moment later, the door opened, and a very beautiful woman stood there, devoid of her former naiveté and shyness.
Yes, this was my Qiu Yu, my mother.

"…Hao!" My mother seemed unable to believe her eyes.

"Xiao Yu!" Hearing my call, my mother immediately threw herself into my arms. "Why! Why did you only come back
now ! Where did you go!" "Damn it!! Ugh..." Looking at my mother crying in my arms, I didn't know
how to comfort her.

"I...I was 'invited' by the government to do research...Don't cry, it's not good if others see us,
let's go inside and talk.

" Hearing my words, my mother realized it wasn't appropriate to be outside, so she invited me in.

The room wasn't big, just one bedroom, one living room, and a small kitchen. Through the bedroom door, it was easy to see
a baby lying on the bed. I didn't stay in the outer living room, but went straight to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed next to the baby, I
gently stroked the child's face. There was a feeling
of connection, which made me believe that the baby and I were the same person. The child didn't seem to mind at all, rubbing his face against my hand, as if
he felt . Yes, who doesn't trust themselves?

After entering the bedroom, my mother calmed down from her earlier agitation and looked at the child on the bed.

"Hao..."

"Hmm?"

"I'm married now, and I have a child. I admit I haven't forgotten you in the five years since you left, but I have to
be responsible for my current family."

Hearing my mother's words, I realized that divorce is almost impossible in this day and age. My original
thought of taking my mother with me was now just a pipe dream.

"Hmm, how old is the child?" I asked the child, looking at him with disappointment.

"It's been over seven months."

"What's your name?"

"Qiu...Qiu Zihao..."

"Qiu Zihao, Qiu Zihao, didn't you name the child this because you can't forget me?"

"I admit I can't forget you, but things have come to this point, we can't be together anymore
." "

Hmm..." After a moment of silence, "Xiaoyu, you're the first person I've ever loved, and I think I can never forget you in this lifetime , but we can't be together. I hope we can end our story, okay?" "End?" my mother asked, and I suddenly hugged her tightly, gently pressing her onto the bed . "This is our last time, okay?" I whispered in my mother's ear. She initially wanted to resist, but after hearing my words, she seemed to want to end her first love as well, so she didn't resist anymore. Responding to my passionate kiss, my mother became lost in the moment. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, revealing that her once small breasts had grown larger and more elastic. Her increasingly heavy breathing reflected our desire to become one. Before we knew it, our clothes had been removed piece by piece, either by ourselves or by each other, and were now scattered haphazardly on the floor beside the bed. The contact between our genitals made me realize that my mother's lower body was already wet.

I held my penis, about to enter her vagina, which I hadn't touched in over five years. "Wait," my mother called out,
grabbing a towel she used to wipe the baby's breasts and placing it under her buttocks. "Don't get the bed dirty." "Okay,"
I understood her concern. After she placed the towel, I guided my penis, using the glans to part her labia and thrust
into her. My mother's vagina, now a wife and mother, wasn't as
tight , but the warm, moist sensation still gripped my penis irresistibly. After more than five years of separation, my penis
felt like it was about to ejaculate the moment it entered. I tightened my control, thrusting forcefully until my penis was fully inside
her , pulling it out completely before fully re-entering. My mother's hands gently caressed my rear. "Mmm...mmm...
oh..." There were no words, just soft moans from her. I knew my long-dormant penis
wouldn't last long, so I increased the force of my thrusts, preparing
to enjoy .

"Ah~ Mmm!~" My mother, unable to control her voice, cried out loudly as I accelerated
. Her legs clamped tightly around me, and I could no longer endure it. After thrusting wildly for thirty or forty times,
my semen gushed out uncontrollably. During ejaculation, I thrust forcefully for another ten or so times. The long-awaited
intercourse made me feel incredibly satisfied, and I lay on top of my mother, panting contentedly.

At this moment, I felt a gaze. Turning my head, I saw Xiao Qiu Zihao looking at me with curiosity.
Those eyes pierced my mind, reminding me of the depths of my memory, of myself as an infant, seeing
a man who didn't seem to be my father pinning my mother down on the bed one day...

[Time Travel] "Back to When My Mother Was Mature"

2012 hasn't arrived yet, but I always feel that the end of the world is approaching. Winter break has started, and I learned from my homeroom teacher that I ranked 31st out of 45 students in my class. While 31st isn't terribly bad, it's still within the bottom 15. This result completely falls short of my parents' expectations. They've always had high hopes for me, spending money and pulling strings to get me into the top class of a prestigious high school. Actually, with my grades, I could be in the top five in a regular class, but so what? I'm in the top class. Expectations are always like this, always comparing to higher standards, a comparison that's utterly devastating.

Although the report card won't arrive home for another week, my parents definitely know the teacher has already announced the rankings
. Even if I don't say anything, they'll still call the teacher to inquire.

It's my senior year of high school now. I've worked hard for three years, but my grades still can't catch up with others. This holiday won't be relaxing; next semester will be
mostly mock exams, and finally, the college entrance exam. So I didn't even think about going anywhere to play, but when I bring these results
home, my parents' faces will definitely be grim. And their disappointed expressions will break my heart.

My parents have sacrificed a lot for me. My father is an ordinary low-level cadre in the Industry and Commerce Bureau. His salary is quite good,
but he's far from wealthy. He doesn't smoke or drink, and after paying his mother household expenses each month, he doesn't save much money.
Whenever he has extra money, he goes to the bookstore to buy me various study materials or some designer clothes to
encourage me to study hard. My mother is a very refined woman. She runs a skincare counter in a shopping mall. It's not tiring,
the environment is decent, and her income is about the same as my father's. Unlike the traditional "strict father, kind mother" dynamic, my father dotes on me,
but my mother is quite strict with me. But I know they both want what's best for me; deep down, they hope I
'll be successful.

Thinking about this, I arrived at my door and rang the doorbell. My mother opened the door. She employs
staff at her counter, so she has more free time.

"Mom~" I called out when my mother opened the door.

"Zihao, you're back. How were your exam results?" Without saying much, my mother immediately asked about my grades.

"I didn't do well on the test, I came in 31st." I didn't try to hide it; I knew it was
better to just say it directly.

"Why can't you improve, the same old story?" Seeing me standing there blankly, my mother said, "Alright, alright, hurry up and take
a shower and change your clothes. Dinner will be ready when your dad gets back."

"Okay." I replied as if I had done something wrong, went inside to put my things down, grabbed my clothes, and took a shower.

The warm water seemed to soak me completely, the hot water washing over my body, while I heard the door open outside.

"His dad's back? Zihao didn't do well on the test again. Why can't this kid improve?" Mom
said to Dad quietly.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, it's good that the child did his best. It's almost Chinese New Year, let him have a happy time.
There's still time after the New Year, we can catch up
then we tried to help him catch up when things got better, but he's a step behind others. Zihao is very hardworking, and his character
is good. Look at Junhua's son, he doesn't like studying and even gets into fights. It seems our Zihao isn't a
good child, is he?" Although I could hear the disappointment in my father's voice when he learned the results, he still loved
me so much.

"You, you just spoil your son. Okay, after he takes a bath, we can eat. Put your things down and
go wash your hands in the kitchen. "

Hearing my parents' conversation, I made up my mind to study hard. I didn't want to hear my father's disappointed
sighs .

"Ah!" "Suddenly, I felt an electric shock all over my body—not just a sensation, I was actually electrocuted! We have an electric water
heater at home, and Haier claims it has some kind of 'anti-electric shock wall,' so I usually don't unplug it when I shower, even though
my father has told me several times, I still didn't take it seriously.

Suddenly, I lost all feeling, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

In April 1984, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and the State Council decided to further open up Dalian, Qinhuangdao, Tianjin,
Yantai, Qingdao, Lianyungang, Nantong, Shanghai, Ningbo, Wenzhou, Fuzhou, Guangzhou, Zhanjiang, and Beihai."
Four port cities gradually established economic and technological development zones. Starting in 1985, economic open zones were subsequently opened in the Yangtze
River Delta , Pearl River Delta, southeastern Fujian, and the Bohai Rim region.

In my city in southern China, thanks to the reform and opening-up policy, factories began to be built, and various
training courses were launched. With the influx of foreign companies, the number of foreign faces in the town also increased.

Yes, reform and opening-up—I was living through that era.

I've time-traveled! I've returned to 25 years ago. Fortunately, I haven't traveled to some barren land; it's still
my hometown, only now it feels completely unfamiliar. I've been awake for over ten days. My body is still the
same , and my consciousness is still my own. Although it's hard to imagine, I've accepted

the fact that I've time-traveled.

About ten days ago, at the age of 18, I time-traveled while taking a shower, ending
up
naked in this era. When I regained consciousness, I was in the room of an elderly couple. They told me they woke up that morning to find a naked person lying in the yard, were startled, and kindly moved me inside. Although this place
would become incredibly prosperous and wealthy in 25 years, it was still in its early stages of development, essentially resembling a rural area.

When asked about my identity, I could only say I couldn't remember. I couldn't come up with a plausible identity; a
naked 18-year-old man, not someone who had traveled to ancient times, couldn't possibly make up any stories. Luckily, I could speak
fluent local dialect, so the elderly couple assumed I was a runaway child from somewhere in town.

Over the next few days, the couple inquired everywhere, asking if anyone had gone missing, but without any
news. These past few days, I've been constantly pondering what this time travel was all about. I believe it couldn't be time
travel, because time has a direction, so I've most likely arrived in a parallel universe.
If I hadn't come to this parallel universe, then its development would have been
the same as my original world. But because I'm here, I might not be able to change many major events, but
things that are about to happen in a small corner of the world might be changed because of me. Of course, these past few days I've also come to know this elderly couple as "
Uncle and Auntie." They're both in their sixties. They had a son and two daughters in their younger years, but

during the Cultural Revolution, they all chose the wrong side, and in the end, they suffered the heartbreak of outliving their children. Because their family members
chose the wrong side, their middle age was difficult, even extremely so. It wasn't until
the last ten years , when the land that had been "requisitioned" was returned, that their lives improved slightly.

They are such kind people, so they've been very good to me. Although I miss my parents from my original world, I have no relatives left in
this world, so
I feel a strong connection with this couple I met the moment I opened my eyes. For the past ten days, they've treated me like family. I, in turn, genuinely consider them my
elders. The uncle and auntie share the same surname as me, "Qiu," as do my parents. We're from
the same village in a large village. After being introduced by someone, we got married, and then the uncle and auntie quit their jobs to move to the county center, eventually settling there
. Therefore, I suspect this is where my parents grew up. However, I can't ask the uncle and auntie
if there are people named "Qiu Weiguo" and "Qiu Yu" in the village, as they might ask me, "Do you know
them?" or "Are you their relative?"

After I recovered, the uncle and auntie asked me if I could transfer my household registration to their name. The household registration system of that era
had many loopholes; even without a birth certificate or household registration certificate, it was still possible to transfer the registration if you had connections.

The village also recently learned that the uncle's family had a new man. The uncle and auntie said he was a distant nephew who had been displaced during the Cultural Revolution
and, now that his parents were dead, had returned to his hometown to find his relatives. The uncle and auntie are always honest, so everyone believed them.
Their son had never seen me in or outside the village, which further convinced them.

Through connections, I found the village head and had my household transferred to my uncle's house at a small police station. They also got me
a new ID card. Looking at this new ID card, it was indeed different from my old second-generation one.

These past few days, I've been working in the fields with my uncle and aunt. Although I'm well-nourished and physically strong because of my upbringing,
farm work isn't just about brute force; it requires skill. Seeing that I
wasn't doing a very good job, I suggested looking for work outside the village. After all, I'm
quite educated, and given the relatively low educational level of that era, my cultural literacy is better than many others.
My uncle and aunt, seeing my demeanor and manner, thought I was a scholar, and they agreed to let me go. The place I'm going isn't
far; I'm not going to the county center, just to look for work in a town, so I'll have to come back every night. Before I left,
my aunt gave me twenty yuan. It was a mix of one-yuan and ten-cent coins. At that time, 20 yuan was
a lot of money . The uncle and aunt were just farmers; they had bought a few plots of land after taking it back, but 20 yuan was still a considerable sum
. Therefore, I was very grateful for their trust. I know that as a senior high school student, I
still lack social experience, but I will do my best to repay those who are kind to me.

There was no transportation, and I walked for more than three hours to reach the town. Cloth shoes are still very durable,
even more comfortable than later sneakers. Although it's called a town, it's only slightly better than the countryside; to me, 25 years later, it still
feels very dilapidated.

I am a science student. If we only consider chemistry, biology, and physics, I am quite good, and my English is also
passable . However, my Chinese is really bad. My essay score is about 15 points lower than others. 15 points
is enough to make a big difference in my previous top class. There are also classical Chinese texts that I can't understand... Among the science subjects,
my chemistry is the best. I have participated in many chemistry competitions and won a second prize in the province. Confident in my chemistry skills,
I found a chemical plant. It was a foreign-owned enterprise called "Yingzhi Chemical Plant," mainly producing
polystyrene, a substance I knew intimately. It frequently appeared in chemistry competitions due to its wide application,
often testing our knowledge of production process reactions, waste disposal,
efficiency improvements in modern industry, and reducing reaction conditions. So, although it was mostly theoretical, my knowledge was
quite professional.

This plant wasn't hiring; instead, they
offered college graduates were highly valued, and university graduates even more so. However, their
training started with advanced mathematics, and their specialized courses weren't
as professional as the training we later received for competitions, since we had a thorough understanding of mainstream chemical processes. Without a job posting,
I went straight to the office. In those days, a factory typically had only two or three offices,
where . This plant had only one large office. After knocking and entering, I saw two
foreigners, but I couldn't identify their nationalities. There were also four or five middle-aged men who looked highly educated. I later
learned that some of these Chinese men had returned from studying abroad, while others were former university chemistry professors.

I went in and, without saying much, explained my purpose. They seemed quite disdainful of me, a young upstart. I didn't say much more, but
wrote down the traditional industrial polystyrene production process and a dozen or so corresponding chemical reactions on a piece of paper.
As expected , this factory would be using the traditional production process. I then pointed out several reactions in the process.
The key points were highlighted, methods to improve production efficiency were pointed out, and some modern production methods were even incorporated for improvement.
After more than half an hour of discussion, they were already captivated by my explanation on paper.
I demonstrated professionalism, breakthrough, and feasibility to the fullest.

"In your opinion,
I was very
surprised please join us!" the foreigner said, extending an olive branch.

"My pleasure~" I immediately expressed my sincerity.

After initially confirming that I would be a production supervision assistant and signing a contract, they took me to see the factory. The factory
had not yet started operating; the equipment was still being debugged. After a training course in a few days, production would begin.
Foreign-invested enterprises implemented wage reforms starting in 2018, but ordinary employees
only earn 25-50 yuan a month. The foreign company offered me 200 yuan a month, with an increase expected once
operations .

Because operations are imminent, I've been extremely busy these past few days, following the foreign employees around the factory, inspecting
equipment , and making improvements to equipment that can be improved quickly. However, since most of the equipment is imported,
many of the modifications I proposed based on modern industrial principles will have to be implemented gradually later. Nevertheless, some recyclable
facilities that improve production efficiency were completed under my theoretical guidance.

I haven't been home for six or seven days. The finance department (run by a man who studied business administration abroad) gave me
my monthly salary—twenty crisp new 10-yuan bills. Holding them in my hand, I felt a little lost. I took a day off to
go home. It's the 20th of the first lunar month now, and it's still very cold. I wanted to buy some cotton-padded clothes and shoes for my uncles and aunts, but
clothing stores are still scarce at this time; tailor shops are the majority. I entered one of the few
decent- clothing stores next to the town government. Tailor shops require measurements, but clothing stores offer direct purchase
.

Inside, cotton-padded jackets, Zhongshan suits, and overcoats hung prominently, along with two down jackets, one black and one red,
men's and women's styles respectively. Down jackets were expensive, costing 30 yuan each—a luxury for many,
but the shopkeeper said they sold well, and some wealthy people did. The store wasn't crowded; besides me
, two middle-aged women were looking at clothes.

"This is it! Xiaoyu, Xiaoting, hurry! This store sells down jackets. I heard they're
warmer than cotton-padded jackets!" A clear voice rang out, and three girls pushed their way into the store. I glanced over and
was surprised to see a familiar face. Yes, Xiaoyu, my mother from my previous world, Qiu Yu!

My mother was a very refined woman, with a small frame, making her appear petite. Slender women don't age easily, and
my high school homeroom teacher, just thirty years old, even praised my mother, who was already in her early forties, for her exceptional elegance and good
maintenance.

My mother at this time looked exactly like my future mother, only more youthful, and about the same height as my mother in
the original world. I even had an urge to go up and call her "Mom!"

The three girls seemed to be students from a nearby middle school. My mother only had a high school education and didn't go to university.
When I was little I heard my mother tell stories of the past, and I knew that after graduating from high school, she went to work in a printing factory. Later, she was introduced to
my father, who worked in the same factory.

That meant they got married in three years, and "I" was born in the fifth year. A "me" with
the same ! Can there be two "me"s in the same world? If that "me" appeared,
even though he was 18 years younger than me, as he grew up, that would be me. According to general relativity, it's impossible for two entities to exist in the same world
, so would I disappear? Although I'm not familiar with this new world,
I won't allow myself to disappear! I can't allow that "me" to be born!

Although I can't be sure if the existence of another "me" would make me disappear, I can't let that possibility
exist.

Over there, the three girls had been looking at that red down jacket for a long time, and the girl who was leading it
decisively bought it after trying it on. "Xiao Mi, you decided to buy it so quickly?" the young mother asked in surprise.

"Xiao Mi's family is rich," the girl called Xiao Ting replied.

"Hehe, let's all buy it! It'll be so nice for the three sisters to wear matching clothes!" Xiao Mi chuckled.

"We'll just look around. I'll buy them for myself when I start working and earning money." Looking at the determined
look in the young mother's eyes, I felt as if I saw the strong mother from my past world.

After they left, estimating the height of the uncle and aunt, I bought a red down jacket and two black
down jackets, as well as three pairs of cotton pants. I also found out that the girls were from the nearby "Yucai High School"—a nice
name...hehe. After leaving the clothing store, the owner happily saw me off. I then bought a pair of fleece-lined
leather boots ; it was so cold that day. I also

picked up some ham and cured meat. After a three-hour journey, I returned to the village. The uncle and aunt
were a little incredulous when they saw me carrying so many things. After learning about my adventure, they were unusually excited. After the aunt
cooked some dishes, we ate. There was no television back then—not that there weren't any, just not common. After dinner,
the aunt, wearing her new down jacket, went to chat with neighbors nearby.

Ignoring the television all night, I had to go back to the factory after breakfast the next day. Before leaving, I left fifty yuan;
the uncle and aunt refused to take it, but I insisted.

The next few days were very busy, especially the first few days of operation. Many orders were placed with the factory in advance
, so the pre-production was quite large. I constantly inspected the factory, and in my spare time, I studied
how to maximize output under these technological conditions and how to effectively improve the equipment. The factory-arranged dormitory was, coincidentally, very close to the dormitory building of
Yucai High School. It turned out that when the factory was first built, most of the money spent on buying the land went to the factory itself,
leaving little for dormitory construction. There was a large empty plot of land behind Yucai High School. After negotiations between the foreign company and the school,
the factory agreed to build employee dormitories on the vacant land in exchange for helping to build student dormitories. Because the factory valued
my job, I was assigned to a good dormitory building with basic bedding and a desk and chair.
After buying a few changes of clothes, although I didn't have much money left, life was still quite comfortable. The canteen provided meals;
the only downside was the lack of a water heater, so I had to boil water myself.

At the end of my second month, I received my second paycheck because the factory was doing well.
Suddenly, my salary jumped to 500 yuan. I finally realized how much money foreigners had made in China during the reform and opening-up period.

500 yuan was almost more than many people's annual salary. There didn't seem to be a bank in town, so I
deposited some of my money in the rural credit cooperative.

As the various positions in the factory were filled, I wasn't as busy anymore. My main task became solving the chemical
recycling rate, so I had more free time. With a little free time, I started inquiring
about my mother, Qiu Yu.

My mother is a senior in high school this year, and this is her last semester. Her grades are not good enough to get into university,
so she will probably have to find a job after graduation. My mother's father, my maternal grandfather, is a supply and marketing cooperative employee, just like in the original world
. They are well-off, but not wealthy at all. My mother is 17
years old this year, a year younger than me.

I've run into my mother a few times now, and this long-lost family affection makes me very attached. Yes,
it's been more than two months since I left that world. I wonder how worried my parents are, or perhaps, in the original world, I had already been electrocuted
and died?

Several times after that, when I ran into my mother, I would invite her to sit at the dessert shop, but my mother, who wasn't so open-minded, would always
blush and run away amidst the teasing of her classmates. Now everyone knew that the handsome
young man from the chemical plant was pursuing the Qiu family's daughter.

In those days, the pressure of senior year wasn't so great; many focused on graduation and job hunting, so the college entrance exam didn't seem
so important.

Later, I would always carry a piece of chocolate with me, running up to my mother and giving it to her whenever I saw her. She
would still blush and run away, but clutch the chocolate tightly in her hand. Gradually, although I didn't say anything, I
began to yearn for my mother. When I realized this, I felt a little strange myself.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized I had a bit of an Oedipus complex. In middle school, during that sexually naive
adolescence , because of exposure to adult novels and pictures, my mother became the object of my teenage fantasies. For a
time, she was my masturbation object; my petite and delicate mother had a unique charm. Later,
as older and more mature, coupled with the moral constraints of reality, I buried these feelings deep inside and gradually
forgot about them. But now, like the beautiful 1980s romance in movies, these feelings have sprouted,
grown ! I admit my mother was pretty in her youth, but unlike
my mother who remained alluring even at 40, she's still quite naive and not particularly striking. Therefore, my affection for her
now stems more from a lingering Oedipus complex from my adolescence.

May is already quite hot. I visit my aunt and uncle's house for two days each month, bringing back some things and
helping with chores. The rest of the time I spend in town. During this time, my relationship with my mother has improved .
She's about to graduate, so we've started looking for her a job. A new bakery opened these past few days,
also selling fancy juices and ice cream. Although the prices are a bit high, it's nothing for someone like me who's already incredibly well-off
. Seeing my mother's excited expression as she ate ice cream for the first time, I'm sure her
radiant deeply touched me, as if I were back in my childhood, seeing her happy smile when I got perfect scores on tests.
I invited her to see a movie this weekend, and she agreed. However, the movie "Mount Emei" was so boring, but
my mother watched it with great interest, just like everyone else.

Sitting next to me, I glanced at her and saw her engrossed in the film. I tentatively reached out and touched her
small hand, and she didn't resist. I confidently took her hand, and she seemed oblivious, but I
could clearly see that she was blushing.

We happily watched the movie hand in hand. On the way back to her dormitory, I bought her some cotton candy. She
shyly held the candy in one hand and held my other hand. When we got close to the dormitory building, boys weren't allowed to go in,
and she seemed quite shy. Usually, she would ask me to walk her about 20 meters from the building and then ask me to stop. This time
was no different, but this time, under the cover of darkness, I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cherry-like
lips.

It was so sweet, with the taste of cotton candy. My mother was taken aback by my action, her body seemed
to stiffen. When my hand on her waist slid down to her hip, she quickly pushed me away.

“I’m going in too.” My mother lowered her head, her face as red as a boiled shrimp, and turned to leave the dormitory building.

“Okay. I’ll come find you again tomorrow.” Watching my mother leave,
scenes from four or five years ago, when I was still a junior high school student, involuntarily surfaced in my mind. I often fantasized about these scenes at night: I was on top of my petite and graceful mother,
her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, my hard, burning penis
tightly gripped by her vagina. With each thrust, my mother would moan, “Oh~ Oh~,” her eyes closed, enjoying my
frenzied assault on her lower body. Reaching orgasm with waves of ecstasy, my semen shot heavily into
her body, remaining inside until absorbed.

Back then, although I always felt guilty after masturbating, ashamed of my thoughts, thinking about
my father’s love for me, yet having inappropriate thoughts about my mother, I felt extremely guilty. After high school, with
the increasing academic pressure and my mother’s increasingly strict attitude, my mother rarely became the object of my fantasies anymore.

But now, this mother, so familiar yet so strange to me, has become a woman I can take advantage of.

Unconsciously, my closeness to my mother has become linked to sex.

As orders at the factory increased, besides being responsible for equipment upgrades and design, the foreigner
also delegated some other tasks to me. After all, there were only a few senior executives in the factory, and with more work,
the responsibilities were also distributed, since I still had relatively free time.

My relationship with my mother developed slowly; after our last kiss goodbye, there wasn't much progress.
Before I knew it, the college entrance exam arrived, but even faster, it ended. In this era, most people weren't
thinking about which university they could get into, but rather what kind of job they could find after graduating high school.

After high school graduation, there weren't many graduation trips, so my mother had some free time. Now it
was my turn to be busy.

Recently, a Western restaurant opened, so I invited my mother tonight. In this era, dating is commonly called
"dating," so my mother has already tacitly accepted me as her "partner." That evening, my mother wore a simple white
long dress, looking rather fresh and elegant. Although I'm not a gentleman, I can still pretend to be one. After entering the restaurant, I helped...
My mother pulled out a chair and invited her to sit down. Such behavior is something you wouldn't even see in an art film, so my mother's face
clearly showed the joy of being pampered.

Perhaps because this was the first relatively formal Western restaurant in town, there were many foreigners in the restaurant, and
Chinese people were few and far between. At that moment, a group of foreign friends seemed to be having a meal together at a long table not far away.
The cheek kiss exchanged by the female guests made my mother blush for a moment.

"Hey, Hao, how can foreigners kiss each other like that?" The foreigners nearby were exchanging cheek kisses so naturally that
my mother was embarrassed to look more than once. (My registered identity is "Qiu Hao," I don't know why I didn't
register it as "Qiu Zihao," I don't know what I was thinking at the time.)

"Hehe, that's their etiquette, similar to our handshake and hug," I replied with a smile.

"Oh," clearly my mother still couldn't accept such openness.

Dinner was very sumptuous. To be honest, in my original world, I didn't eat Western food very often. Although
my family was well-off, my parents still preferred Chinese food, and even when they ate out, they almost always went to Chinese restaurants
. So, although my mother seemed curious about Western food, her expression revealed that she
didn't particularly like the taste.

"This Sunday is my birthday," I said casually.

"Oh? Really? I... I still have time to prepare." My mother seemed a little flustered upon hearing my words;
it was clear she wanted to do something for me after learning it was my birthday.

"Actually, I really want to eat longevity noodles. Now that I'm all alone, there's no one to cook for me." I feigned
a forlorn look.

"I'll cook for you! I'm sure you'll like my noodles." My mother seemed
especially , as if she had fulfilled a huge wish. "

Okay, will you come to my dorm and cook for me?" "Yes, I'll buy the ingredients." As if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders,
my mother ate the rest of the dinner happily.

After dinner, we wanted to go to the movies, but my mother said she wanted to go home early. Reluctantly, I walked her to
the entrance of her alley, and she went inside by herself.

Busy as ever, the weekend arrived, and to be honest, I was really looking forward to it. It wasn't that I was looking forward to the longevity noodles, but rather that I decided
to make a breakthrough in our relationship today.

I woke up early, washed up, and got dressed. I waited until noon, standing outside the door, when I saw
a girl in a blue and white dress walking towards me with a handbag. As she approached,
my mother, whom I had mentally rehearsed countless times, stood before me.

"Were you waiting for me? Hehe~" My mother looked at my expectant face, a little happy.

"Actually, I was really waiting for my longevity noodles." Smiling, I pulled my mother into the room.

"Have you eaten?" "No, I just wanted to eat longevity noodles."

"You're like a little kid." For some reason, hearing that gave me a strange
feeling .

My mother spoke as she lit the coal stove, looking quite skilled. She

cooked a pot of noodles in no time, ladled two bowls onto the table, and I eagerly started eating.
The sooner the sooner I could get to work. After finishing one bowl, seeing that my mother had only eaten a little over half, I ladled out another bowl and started eating
. After finishing the second bowl, my mother had almost finished eating as well.

I moved my chair over to her side.

"What?" My mother chuckled and asked when she saw me move next to her.

"Birthday present." "Didn't I cook noodles for you?" "I want more." "How can you want more? Hmm
..."

Before my mother could finish speaking, I leaned in and gently kissed her. Perhaps because there was no one else in the dormitory this time,
my mother gently pushed me away a couple of times and then didn't resist anymore. Feeling that my mother wasn't resisting, I wrapped my arms around
her and began to kiss her passionately. My mother's lips and teeth, which exuded a faint fragrance, made me unable to resist probing with my tongue
. My mother seemed a little nervous and scared, her teeth keeping me at bay. I pulled my right hand back from my mother's back and
pinched her small, soft breasts. Even through her clothes, I could still feel their softness. "Mmm...

" My mother let out a soft moan, her teeth loosening, and I easily slipped my tongue inside, beginning to entwine with hers.
Her tongue tried to dodge, but I relentlessly pursued, and eventually, our tongues intertwined in her mouth
.

Seeing that the situation was settled in our mouths, my hands began to busy themselves. My right hand lightly caressed her small breasts,
while my left hand stroked her waist. Gradually, my mother's breathing became heavy, and my penis was already
engorged erect. I lifted my mother from the chair, carried her a few steps to the bed nearby, and laid her
down.

My body pressed against hers. Realizing what was about to happen, my mother
resisted .

"Don't do this, we...we're not married yet. Hmm...at least we should be engaged before doing this
..."

Seeing my mother's flustered expression, I gently kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Then how about you take me to meet your parents
tomorrow ?"

"Ah, so soon?" My mother was somewhat surprised by my request.

"Xiaoyu, I really like you so much, I want to marry you and spend my life with you," I murmured gently.

"Hmm, Hao, I like you too."

"Then please don't refuse me, okay? I really can't control myself, please give it to me?"

"No..." My mother wanted to refuse again, but she must really like me, so she
couldn't bear to refuse my almost pleading gentleness.

Gently, I lifted my mother's skirt from the hem and took it off. Although she was still wearing white panties and
underwear , my mother shyly turned her head away and stopped looking at me. I then helped my mother take off her shoes and socks, and this time my mother
seemed even more shy, and hurriedly pulled the blanket next to her to cover herself. I was almost successful and quickly took off my own
shoes and clothes, leaving only my panties, which were already stretched high by my penis.

I pulled back the blanket, gently pressed myself against my mother's body, kissed her cheeks, and began to remove my mother's
underwear . It seems that bras were not popular in this era, and when the underwear was gone, there was a pair of tempting little breasts. "Mmm
..." The feeling of my breasts being kneaded by a man made my mother gasp slightly. Her smooth, soft breasts gently
deformed ; though not particularly full, they felt exceptionally comfortable to hold. Seeing
my mother's flushed face and rapid breathing, I gently pulled up the ends of her panties and slowly removed them, placing them aside.
I quickly took off my own clothes, spread my mother's legs, and pressed myself against her. My fully erect penis rubbed against her
vulva, the pubic hair still sparse, making the friction smooth. My
hands lingered on her breasts, kneading them. Gradually, I felt her vulva become wet, so I straightened
up, guided my penis, and slowly inserted it into her vagina.

"Ugh..." My mother seemed to be in some pain, and I wasn't having much luck either. Her vagina was tight, and only
half of my glans went in. I steeled myself and pushed further in, finally pulling out slowly after the entire glans was inside.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my heart aching, seeing my mother's furrowed brows.

"It's okay, I was just so scared."

As I said this, I continued to insert my penis. This time, the entire glans entered her vagina smoothly. With another
thrust , my mother let out a soft "Mmm...uh..." as my penis went in more than halfway. Then I began to
slowly thrust in and out. "Mmm...mmm...uh..." My mother also began to moan softly, and it seemed that
the pain of losing her virginity was gradually subsiding. The blood at the entrance of her vagina gradually stained the sheets, and as her vagina became wet, my
penis was able to thrust in and out completely inside her. After about a hundred thrusts, the feeling of ejaculation came over me. I
didn't let myself slow down, but instead increased the force of my thrusts. Finally
, it felt as if my entire penis was filled with semen, and I couldn't bear it. My ejaculation came in spurts, shooting into my mother's body. My body collapsed
next to my mother. My mother, who looked like she was about to have trouble breathing, saw me lying down, reached out and hugged me tightly, pressed
her head against my chest, panting, and didn't say a word.

My first time with my mother lasted less than five minutes, but the desire in my heart hadn't subsided, and soon
my penis was hard again. My mother, pressed close to my body, felt my desire,
looked up at me with tender affection, and I couldn't resist kissing her, then rolled over on top of her. My penis quickly found the entrance to her vagina and I
couldn't help but thrust in. Although it was tight, it went in smoothly.

"Mmm...mmm..." my mother moaned softly, matching my powerful rhythm. We didn't say much,
because the tacit understanding between us didn't need many words. This time was obviously different from the first time
. After nearly ten minutes of thrusting, she bit her lip, her words indistinct, and finally
her whole body relaxed. My penis felt a heavy squeeze, and then a wetness enveloped it.
It seemed my mother had reached orgasm.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried that my mother's body couldn't take it.

"Mmm," she simply replied.

Watching my mother's body convulse and then calm down, my penis began to thrust in and out again,
as if all the sensations in her body were concentrated on my penis. The soft yet tight pressure of her vagina made me want
to keep thrusting. "Mmm...mmm...mmm." Unconsciously, my mother began to moan softly again.

Time seemed to pass quickly, yet it also seemed to pass slowly. After hundreds of thrusts, that feeling of being filled with semen
returned. Seeing my mother biting her lip and trying to grab something with both hands, I knew that my mother was about to
climax. "Oh~ Xiaoyu...I'm coming..." I couldn't help but call out.

"Mmm, Hao...me too...mmm...mmm..." Incoherent words, frantic body movements, and semen
shot into my mother's body again.

"Hao." "Hmm?"

"Are you going to see my parents next week?" "Yes, next week."

"When?" "How about Friday night?"

"Yes, whatever you say." Saying this, my mother sweetly fell asleep in my arms.

Watching my mother fall asleep, I believed that my mother's fate had been changed. I got up, went to the family planning office , and
got emergency contraception; after all, it's too early to have a child now.

On Monday, I went to work at the factory. The foreign factory manager called me over and said I needed to go on a business trip to the port to inspect
newly imported equipment. I learned it would only take three or
four
days round trip, so I could still make it back to meet my mother's parents. Before leaving, I told my mother and then got into a jeep with the factory's finance manager. We went to the city, transferred to a train (about eight hours), and then transferred to a car to reach the port area. We rested at
a hotel for the night to prepare for the inspection the next day.

The next day, around noon, I went with Lao Guan from the finance department to inspect the equipment—a whole container of
equipment. Although many items couldn't be tested on-site, we still checked the basics.

After the inspection, it was already dinnertime, so we decided to sleep for the night and head back the next day.
I shared . He doesn't snore, so the business trip was quite comfortable with him.

Around midnight, a group of policemen and soldiers in green uniforms knocked on the door and took us away. Seeing the soldiers
carrying rifles, we didn't dare make a move. A military transport vehicle took us and the soldiers
into a mountainous area. We were eventually placed in a military guesthouse. Completely bewildered, we were summoned
and finally learned why we had been arrested: the country needed us to "contribute" the polystyrene production process and
specific production steps. Well, "Celestial Empire" is mighty, "Celestial Empire" is domineering! We thought
we could leave after writing reports on the production reaction line and raw material handling. But in the end, we were still treated as "experts" and only
after completing the basic production specifications in an experimental factory next to the military base could we "retire." The problem was that I didn't
understand the entire production process; after all, I wasn't responsible for the whole project. Old Guan, needless to say, a management
graduate , could only follow along and figure things out with me every day.

For the first few days, I was hoping to quickly develop a complete production line so I could go home sooner and not
worry . But gradually, I began to despair. After all, to fully understand this technology, simply being familiar with
the projects I was responsible for wasn't enough. So, in the end, I could only study diligently every day, losing track of time. Soon, it was Chinese New Year.
I knew it was because people from the army had invited us to New Year's Eve dinner. Oh my god,
our mothers must be worried, anxious, even desperate, after not going home for so long. I even thought about running away, but in these mountains,
escape . So, the only thing I could do was continue my research.

After the New Year, more "experts" were brought in to work with us on the research. Fortunately, with these "experts,"
our research made progress. Through conversation, I learned that they also worked for foreign companies, which is why they were "invited

. "

The following summer, the research was finally completed. After the higher-ups' successful acceptance, a celebration banquet was held, with toasts and laughter.
Afterwards, lying in my room, thinking about going home soon, and even imagining my mother crying her eyes out,
my heart ached terribly. The longing that had subsided for a while rekindled. The next morning, Lao Guan and I
went to find Political Commissar Xu in the army to inquire about returning home. We'd gotten quite familiar with him during this time.

"Commissar, when can we go home?" Lao Guan asked impatiently as soon as he saw him
.

Political Commissar Xu: "Don't worry, the Party and the country won't treat you unfairly. You've contributed to the country, and the country
will definitely reward you. Besides, you haven't been mistreated here, right?"

"Yes, yes, no mistreatment, no mistreatment at all. It's just that we've been away from home for a while, and we miss home," Lao Guan said listlessly. "

Just wait patiently for what the higher-ups say."

Helpless, we had no choice but to go back and wait. But what we didn't expect was that another group of "experts" arrived.
This time, they wanted us, the original group, to cooperate with new people to research chlorination. Damn it, I'm speechless!

A wave of negativity swept through the group; people were shirking their duties, some even refusing to work altogether, like
Lao Guan.

A few days later, Political Commissar Xu gathered us, the original group, together.

"I know everyone wants to go home, but the interests of the nation must come first. Think about it,
so many crucial industrial technologies are monopolized by foreigners; how much money do they make every year? That money
would be incredibly helpful in building social infrastructure. The Party won't let you down. These past few days,
they military status and given you the rank of major, a senior professional technical position. See
how good the country's reward is? Now that you're soldiers, shouldn't you serve the country and the people even better? The higher-ups have
promised that if you complete this mission, you can be demobilized and return to the people. The Party and
the country will find you excellent positions in your military units. Everyone, let's work hard to complete this mission."

Hearing Political Commissar Xu's words, we could only hope that the great Party wouldn't break its promise this time.

The next day, everyone began their serious research. However, this time the chlorine industry was significantly
more , and the new "experts" didn't know as much about polystyrene as I had before. So
, after studying the first few steps of chlorine production, our progress slowed down considerably. Gradually, I lost track of
time During this period, some innocent "experts" joined us one after another. The military-style pace made us more
focused on our research. Finally, in the autumn after five New Years in the army, our chlorine industry was completely developed
. Compared to the first time, we, the original group, were somewhat at a loss, and didn't even
tell Political Commissar Xu about going home. There was another victory banquet, but this time, Political Commissar Xu
commended our group for our unwavering dedication to the country and announced that we would soon leave the army
to return to the people and better serve them. Hearing this, we couldn't help but shed tears, some even
sobbing, like Lao Guan…

It was then that I realized I had been gone for over five years. Would my mother still be waiting for me? The family and
social pressures of that era were immense; perhaps my mother had already remarried. Could she have already married my father, Qiu Weiguo?

But would the birth of their "son" make me disappear? Filled with unease and excitement, I slowly
drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the entire research department was filled with a festive atmosphere. Some soldiers had even hung up banners that read, "Experts,
may you rest in peace!" Those who could go home were overjoyed, and those who couldn't go back yet were given a
boost of motivation by seeing that we could return. After packing our things, clutching our military ID cards and 500 yuan of our wages from over the years, we boarded
a military transport vehicle. After being transferred between several units, we arrived back in our hometown. The town had changed a lot; it had
become bustling. We were notified that Lao Guan and I had been assigned to a state-owned chemical company as technical advisors.
It seemed that Lao Guan, who was in charge of finances, would still be working with me in a technical role. Regarding our disappearance for so many years,
the military did send someone home to say that we had been summoned by the state to work for the collective. The original foreign-owned
polystyrene plant was still there, but of course, we didn't go back.

Having military status and rank made things much easier. Qiu Yu, my mother,
registered her marriage with Qiu Weiguo over a year ago, and more than six months ago, a son named Qiu Zihao appeared on the household registration. Good heavens,
things hadn't changed. I don't know if my existence and that of "Qiu Zihao" violate
the theory of general relativity , but we truly exist simultaneously. I'm unsure if "Qiu Zihao" and I are the same person. I
was originally Qiu Zihao, but after returning to this era, I changed my name to Qiu Hao. But… I don't know how deep my doubts run
, or how to resolve them.

A few days later, after everything had settled down, I learned that my mother, Qiu Yu, had recently stopped working at the printing factory, and
Qiu Weiguo was busy pulling strings, apparently leaving the small town to work in the city. Following the address, I found
my mother 's residence. The moment I knocked on the door, I felt lost, unsure how to face my beloved
mother, Qiu Yu.

A moment later, the door opened, and a very beautiful woman stood there, her former naivety and shyness gone.
Yes, this was my Qiu Yu, my mother.

"...Hao!" My mother seemed unable to believe her eyes.

"Xiao Yu!" Hearing my call, my mother threw herself into my arms. "Why! Why did you only come back
now have you been! You bastard!! Ugh..." Looking at my sobbing mother in my arms, I didn't know
how to comfort her.

"I...I was 'invited' by the government to do research...Don't cry, it's not good if others see us,
let's go inside and talk.

" Hearing my words, my mother realized it wasn't appropriate to stay outside and invited me in.

The room wasn't big, just one bedroom, one living room, and a small kitchen. Through the bedroom door, it was easy to see
a baby lying on the bed. Instead of staying in the outer living room, I went straight to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed next to the baby, I
gently stroked the child's face. There was a feeling of connection, making me believe that the baby and I were
the same person. The child didn't seem unfamiliar at all, rubbing his face against my hand, as if
feeling . Yes, who wouldn't trust themselves?

Entering the bedroom, my mother, having calmed down from her earlier agitation, looked at the child on the bed.

"Hao..."

"Hmm?"

“I’m married now and have a child. I admit I haven’t forgotten you in the five years since you left, but I have to
be responsible for my current family.”

Hearing my mother’s words, I realized that divorce is almost impossible in this day and age.
My previous thought of taking my mother with me was now just a pipe dream.

“Hmm, how old is the child?” I asked the child, looking at him with disappointment.

"It's been over seven months."

"What's your name?"

"Qiu...Qiu Zihao..."

"Qiu Zihao, Qiu Zihao, didn't you name the child this because you can't forget me?"

"I admit I can't forget you, but things have come to this point, we can't be together anymore
." "

Hmm..." After a moment of silence, "Xiaoyu, you're the first person I've ever loved, and I think I can never forget you in this lifetime , but we can't be together. I hope we can end our story, okay?" "End?" my mother asked, and I suddenly hugged her tightly, gently pressing her onto the bed . "This is our last time, okay?" I whispered in my mother's ear. She initially wanted to resist, but after hearing my words, she seemed to want to end her first love as well, so she didn't resist anymore. Responding to my passionate kiss, my mother became lost in the moment. My hands slipped inside her clothes; her once small breasts had grown larger and more elastic. Her increasingly heavy breathing spoke of our desire to become one. Before we knew it, our clothes had been removed piece by piece, either by ourselves or by each other, falling in a jumbled mess on the floor beside the bed. The contact between our genitals made me realize that my mother's lower body was already wet. I guided my penis, about to enter her vagina, which hadn't been touched for over five years. "Wait," my mother called out, grabbing a towel she used to wipe the baby's breasts and placing it under her buttocks. "Don't get the bed dirty." "Mm," I understood her concern. After she had placed the towel, I guided my penis, using the head to part her labia, and entered her body. My mother's vagina, now a wife and mother, wasn't as tight , but the wetness and heat still enveloped my penis irresistibly. More than five years of separation made my penis feel like it was about to ejaculate the moment it entered. I tightened my control, thrusting my lower body forcefully, pulling my penis all the way out of my mother's vagina and then fully penetrating her again. My mother's hands gently caressed my rear end. "Mmm...mmm... oh..." There were no words, my mother just moaned softly. I knew my penis, long deprived of sex , wouldn't last long, so I increased the force of my thrusts, preparing to enjoy . "Ah~ Mmm ah!~" My mother couldn't control her voice and cried out loudly as my speed increased . Her legs clamped me tightly, and I couldn't hold back any longer. After thrusting wildly for thirty or forty times, my semen gushed out uncontrollably. During ejaculation, I thrust forcefully for another ten or so times. The long-awaited intercourse made me feel incredibly satisfied, and I lay on top of my mother, panting contentedly. Just then, I felt a gaze upon me. Turning my head, I saw Xiao Qiu Zihao staring at me with a curious expression. Those eyes pierced my mind, reminding me of a memory deep within my mind—when I was still an infant, I saw a man who didn't seem to be my father pinning my mother down on the bed one day…

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