[The Little Hen] (Part Four)

(IV)

My relationship with the little hen didn't end there.

Women are the most unprincipled creatures; even a murderer, if treated well, can develop

feelings. And for so-called saviors, they'll exaggerate, adorning them with a halo and placing them on

a pedestal for worship. Perhaps women are born with religious inclinations, liking to wholeheartedly believe in something.

Inevitably, I became an idol in the little hen's eyes. And someone as clever as her

often makes foolish mistakes than the average person. She earnestly proposed a purely platonic friendship with me. I

asked her to explain what a purely platonic friendship was, and what an impure friendship was. She blushed,

too shy to answer. I understood that the difference between pure and impure was whether there was sexual activity involved—lighter acts

like touching and kissing, more serious ones like intercourse. If it's just fantasizing without actual action, is it

pure or impure? Probably no one could answer that question. I ignored the young hen's request and

walked away .

The young hen's affection for me only grew stronger.

Perhaps it's true that beauty brings trouble, because as graduation and job assignments approached, the young hen encountered new problems.

I didn't spend much time at school, but my keen intuition told me that

Secretary Xu, a man in his forties in charge of student assignments and Party and government affairs in the department, was a lecherous man. He often called female students to his office

for heart-to-heart talks . The foolish girls would honestly report their thoughts and insights on studying the Party Constitution, and he would smile and squint

his eyes, carefully observing the girls in front of him, watching how their eyes, noses, and mouths vividly combined to create various

expressive faces. He didn't dare to do anything openly, only occasionally taking advantage of them, taking advantage of any opportunity to

affectionately pat the girls' hands, shoulders, or backs, but never daring to touch the places he most wanted to touch. This repression

was vented every year during student assignments; he ruthlessly exploited the students, sending those who were disobedient and didn't offer heavy gifts

to inferior places. Girls who are close to him and spend a lot of time with him, especially if they receive generous gifts, are guaranteed a good job. The young woman, nicknamed "Little Hen,

" had always been an excellent student and was a sure bet for graduate school. However, at the last minute,

the son and competed with her. They had no other excuses, their only reason being that Little Hen was a girl, and her supervisor's research

often required students to travel alone, so they needed a male to ensure her safety. This was a flimsy excuse, yet

they brazenly brought it up. What could Little Hen, no matter how excellent, do? She had always loved

studying and researching at school, so she went to Director Xu, heartbroken, for help. At the time, Director Xu was home alone.

Seeing Little Hen sitting before him, tears streaming down her face, Director Xu felt a pang of pity. His

manhood began to stir, pointing directly at Little Hen. Of course, only Director

Xu knew the details; Little Hen, innocent and naive, looked at him without knowing any of the nuances. Director Xu said,

"Look at you, crying so sadly. Come sit down and let me wipe your tears." To gain the leader's support and

favor, even someone as naive as Xiao Muji realized this was an opportunity. She sat down next to Leader Xu, sobbing like a wronged

child . Leader Xu grasped her delicate hand and

gently wiped her tears with a tissue. His hand, of course, didn't just touch her eyes; it also

touched other parts of her face.

Even the slow-witted Xiao Muji understood what this meant. After the attack in the grove, she was well

aware of men's ugliness. But Xiao Muji cared too much about this guaranteed admission spot, so she suppressed her disgust and decided

to accept Leader Xu's legitimate contact. I wonder if Xiao Muji considered whether her

relationship with Leader Xu was purely platonic or not. After the initial test, Leader Xu found Xiao Muji very obedient. So he decided to keep

this good girl in the department. With his efforts, Xiao Muji finally got her wish and was recommended for graduate school.

After the decision was made, Xiao Muji came to me and cried her heart out, recounting the above events.

During the farewell dinner, those young people who had entered university with such naive smiles were now

drinking desperately, feeling empty. After drinking their fill, they burst into tears or curses. Those who hadn't succeeded in pursuing girls cried out

their names, and those who had been unfairly treated by Boss Xu cursed him. The place was a mess of dishes and clutter, and I

couldn't help but laugh. I sighed with relief; it meant I was no longer a student, and I would be

just like everyone else, navigating society, deceiving or being deceived for specific purposes. When it got too noisy, I slipped away and

wandered alone on the campus of L University.

I went to the grove again, hoping for a moment of peace under the moonlight. However, I inadvertently saw a little

hen being held tightly in Boss Xu's arms deep in the grass, and I quietly walked away.

At the same time I graduated, Xiaobai, who had undergone further studies, was promoted from nurse to pediatrician. While we were celebrating and drinking at her house

, I looked at the woman opposite me and began to analyze things rationally. Because we were so familiar with each other, I

had much less interest in physical contact with her. Regarding matters of the soul, I realized that what I used to admire

as simplicity was mostly my own fabrication. My Xiaobai wasn't much different from other women. She

was gentle and kind in most details, but in crucial moments, she always showed alertness and strength.

She always held tightly to what she believed belonged to her. Xiaobai once proudly told me

how she beat a junior nurse of similar qualifications to become Dr. Bai.

Listening to her, I felt bored; reality is indeed quite bland. Since women are all more or less the same, I

didn't think I would hurt Xiaobai for any other woman. So we should naturally get married. But my

thoughts are more complex; I don't easily compromise with my environment. I still crave a simple, genuine freedom. I

don't want anything to force me to accept a numb life like everyone else. As my

initial comfort in terms of human aesthetics, Xiaobai didn't really understand me, though she never said it. I could often sense her

subtle observation and attempts to please me. I'm not such an extreme youth, so I tolerantly accepted this examination. Xiaobai

has every reason to do this. However, it won't do her any good. She should continue to skillfully play

dumb; otherwise, in the end, she'll only discover that I've long since lost interest in her. Because I'm lazy and rather

kind, we can barely maintain this relationship.

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