[The Young Hen] (Part Two)

(II)

When I received my admission notice from L University, I was numb. This was expected; if even someone like me

failed the exam, then the number of people who could get into university must be pitifully small. I entered the institution of higher learning almost without any emotional involvement

. When I registered, looking at my classmates who were all smiles and looking rather silly, I almost laughed out loud

at the thought that they would later seriously turn bad.

Once you learn a skill, you'll feel itchy to use it. Besides, it's ultimately a fun thing. But

I didn't go to see Xia Rong, the factory worker; I looked down on her to the core. Although I should thank her for our initial cooperation.

My female classmates were all naively innocent, and I didn't want to cause myself trouble. I seem to have passed

the age of having inappropriate thoughts about girls; I'm really confused about how I skipped that emotional zone. You know,

if I hadn't met Xia Rong on the day after the college entrance exam, I would still be a naive young man. Perhaps it's because I'm not good at smiling, and

my gaze is cold and bright, making me stand out from the crowd of students, that rumors spread that the girls were secretly interested in me. Because

I was always indifferent to them, they found me even more mysterious. I found it ridiculous, but I couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

Despite the presence of diligent and earnest students like Little Hen in the class, I finally revealed my true colors and calmly

skipped classes for extended periods. I studied architecture, but I often spent my time in the library reading philosophy books. Everyone knows it's

the most useless stuff; my overactive brain always seemed to be searching for something to think about. I wasn't trying to appear profound

or fool myself or the girls; I was genuinely trying to figure things out. I don't like acting without a stance.

But I found it was damn difficult.

I couldn't keep things too tense; I thought I should find a partner to have some fun with.

That's how I hooked up with Xiaobai.

Xiaobai was two years older than me, a very feminine nurse.

Because I got into a fight with some buddies out of loyalty, I was badly injured and secretly taken to a

hospital near the school. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Xiaobai's smile.

Xiaobai didn't have the affectation of a female college student, nor the frivolity of a factory worker. She was always herself. This is my

highest praise for a person. Xiaobai's simple clothes and expression suited me perfectly. She was actually only of average looks, but she made

me feel very comfortable. Maintaining an intimate relationship with such a woman is a wonderful thing. In our somewhat lonely lives,

we felt safe together.

At this point, you should realize that I had fallen in love with Xiaobai. Yes, that's true. Xiaobai's parents

often lived in other cities, and her younger brother was studying at a university in another province. So we often had the opportunity to make love at her home in a relaxed manner. Because I

had deep feelings for Xiaobai, when I made love with her, I felt very gentle and tender, always wanting to make her feel

the best. Sometimes, lying together on the soft bed, the moonlight made the curtains shine brightly, and we felt a little dazed,

as if we were lying in a dream. Xiaobai nestled against me, murmuring softly. Her long, fragrant hair, like a snake, coiled around my

heart. I buried my head in her thick hair, feeling a cleansing sensation in loving a woman.

One careless act resulted in Xiaobai becoming pregnant. She told me the news with a smile and ease. I was

actually quite flustered, but I feigned composure to reassure her. Although there could only be

one outcome—miscarriage—I had feelings for her and didn't want her to be sad. I said, "I have to take

responsibility for this life. If you want the child, I'll drop out of school and marry you. If you don't, I'll go to

the hospital with you." Because of these words, Xiaobai fell completely in love with me. I accompanied her to another hospital for the procedure. I

knew the effect all too well; I must admit women are sometimes easily fooled, and men can be selfish. After making love,

Xiaobai would think of that mangled embryo, calling it our child. Then she would cry sadly, saying

she was sorry to the child. Only then did I truly understand a woman's maternal instinct. This maternal instinct is sometimes touching, sometimes

foolish. In these situations, I usually force myself to listen to her absurd ramblings with tolerance.

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