[Empty City] (Part 5)

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A traveler, laden with luggage, walked alone through a desolate landscape. His luggage was too heavy, his

funds insufficient, and the solitary journey too arduous. He longed to find a city as soon as possible.

There, he could rest, find a career, make friends, start a family,

and perhaps find a companion to travel with. With such hopes, he persevered, continuing

his journey. Until one day, he discovered a vast city before him. Overjoyed, he rushed towards the place

that held all his dreams. But upon entering the city, he found it utterly deserted.

No one was there on the streets, in the restaurants, in the schools, or in the houses.
It was an empty city; there would be no career, no friends, no family, and certainly no companion to accompany him on his journey

without complaint . Thus, the traveler continued his journey with an overwhelming sense of desolation and bitterness.
Let's assume, however, that this deserted city had never existed. So, the traveler always carries hope in his heart, a

hope that occasionally rouses his weary soul and encourages him to keep going. But now, the empty city has settled in his

heart, hollowing out all his dreams and hopes—me in 2013.
1998. This was the first day after starting senior year of high school. I had just settled my luggage and was thinking of taking a walk around the new

campus . It was a sunny morning, and the campus paths had a unique charm. Everywhere was green, and

smiling students walked in twos and threes along the paths. The greenery and the students gave one a feeling of vitality. About

20 or 30 meters from the hedge, I saw her. She was walking slowly, occasionally stopping to study the plants by the roadside.

Clearly, her appearance easily captured a man's playful heart. So, I slowed my pace,

maintaining a constant distance of about 20 meters from her.
Finally, we arrived at the science museum. She stood in front of the information board, looking at the photos and the text descriptions beneath them

. By then, I had already walked up behind her.
She wore a white, round-neck t-shirt with red flowers, her outstretched arms delicate and white. Her denim skirt was new, clinging tightly to her

long, straight thighs. The dark, rough denim fabric accentuated the fine, white, and tender skin of her thighs. Looking

further, I saw she was wearing wedge sandals that exposed her toes, insteps, and ankles. Her feet were delicate and small, giving me an urge

to gently bite them. Such beautiful feet shouldn't just be looked at; they should be bitten and played with.
Of course, at this distance, even though I could only see her profile, I was still surprised to see her photo on

the bulletin board, with the caption: Grade 11 (Class 1) – Li Zhengfan.
Below her name were her achievements from the previous academic year—first prize in the provincial essay competition, first in the entire grade in Chinese, and

eighth in the entire grade overall. This was a girl who possessed both beauty and intelligence, no, a goddess.
But what the goddess did next surprised me greatly. She reached out her soft, small hand, gently lifted a corner of her

photo , and then slowly tore it off.
"Excuse me," I said, having already torn the photo down.
"Um..." She was clearly startled and turned around abruptly.
At that moment, I finally saw her clearly, far more striking and vivid than in the photograph. Her

small face was round and not cumbersome, giving her an unusually delicate beauty. Beneath her pretty face lay a hint of melancholy and paleness, making her even more

captivating. Her eyes were exquisite, round but not long, with slightly upturned corners. Combined with her perfectly round,

jet-black irises, the whites of her eyes appeared minimal. Even more remarkable was her eyeliner, positioned at two-thirds of her face,

like a child's eye proportion. She had a cartoonish quality, yet simultaneously possessed a gentle

, tender quality, as pure as a beautiful nun—she was truly worthy of being a nun. "What's wrong?" she asked, her expression

like that of a child caught doing something wrong.
"Excuse me, why did you tear down the photos of my classmates?" I feigned seriousness, but inwardly

I chuckled.
"Your class? Which class are you in?" she questioned.
"I'm in Class 1, Grade 12." I saw a sly smile on her face; she must have thought I'd given myself away.
"What's the name of the classmate in your photo?" she continued, trying to tease me.
"Li Zhengfan," I said confidently.
"Oh, well, it's already torn up, what do you want?"
"How about this, you give me the photo, and I'll put it back up later. That way, I won't tell my classmate,

okay ?" I continued to play dumb.
"Hmm, I don't want to give it to you. Why don't you tell your classmate, or report it to the teacher?"
"Classmate, look how bad that is. It's not good for unity. I'm not the kind of person who likes to tattle."

I looked a little anxious.
"Haha..." She finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. She looked really beautiful when she laughed.
"If you treat me to a meal, I'll give you the photo, okay?" she said, laughing.
"Where do you want to eat, the cafeteria or a small restaurant outside?" I asked seriously.
"Of course, a small restaurant is the best place to treat us."
I said a little awkwardly, "Then one vegetable dish and one meat dish should be enough for the two of us, right?"
"Okay, deal." "
By the way, classmate, what's your name?"
"Wang Bing, and you?" I asked knowingly.
"I'll tell you later."
"Let me tell you honestly." After we finished eating and drinking, she said to me with a smug look, "I'm

from Senior Three (Class One), and there's no one like you in my class."
"Well, to be honest, I am indeed from Senior Three (Class One), but I just transferred here,

and I don't know the classmates well."
"Then how do you know the photo I tore up is from your class?"
"Isn't there a name and class on the bottom of the photo?"
"Right, I have to go back and erase the name."
"Hey, you, do you have such a grudge against my classmate?"
She looked at me with a smile and said, "I'm just kidding, Wang Bing, I am the person in the photo, my name is

Li Zhengfan ."
I looked surprised. She took out the photo and put it in front of me. "See, it's me, not her."
I pretended to compare for a while and said, "Why did you tear up your own photo?"
"I didn't want others to see it."
"I'd like to, but I don't have the ability to get it on the bulletin board."
"Hehe..." I teased her again, making her laugh heartily.
This was my first encounter with Fan, such a beautiful and vivid scene. It seemed to foreshadow that we would inevitably

have a fairytale-like love story. But unfortunately, fairytales are called fairytales because they don't

exist .
My further relationship with Fan did not completely resolve the turmoil in my heart. While I was immersed in the sea of sweet love

, a trace of bitterness would occasionally rise in my heart. The image of Big Foot would appear in my mind like a nightmare.

Countless times, in my dreams, I saw Big Foot's strong body pressing down on Fan's petite body without any regard

, wantonly enjoying the unparalleled pleasure Fan brought him. And Fan let Big Foot manipulate her in all sorts of ways,

writhing and submitting to his pleasure. I was like a wild beast whose food had been snatched from its mouth by other beasts, filled with resentment and

anger. I wanted to rush up and tear them both to pieces. But I found that my body could not move, nor could I make a sound.

Like an old-fashioned silent film, the actors screamed their lungs out, yet no sound came out—comical and

hilarious.
Regardless, the college entrance exam arrived as scheduled. Unsurprisingly, I went to a second-tier university in the south, while Fan went to

a key university under the national "211 Project." Our two universities weren't far apart, only about 200

kilometers. This was the ideal outcome Fan and I had envisioned when filling out our applications.
University life was relaxed and carefree, without the pressure and anxiety of high school. Extracurricular activities were even more colorful.

But the most common thing was the constant flirting and whispering among the girls. It felt like a four-year-long

matchmaking event. And the organizers even required that after successfully pairing up, the male and female guests had to share a room on the spot.

If things didn't go well after the physical intimacy, they could immediately be re-paired. I was like, "What the heck?"
Clearly, I was unconventional. Whenever ambiguity unexpectedly arose, I could always

dodge it with a swift, graceful movement. It wasn't that I was detached from worldly affairs, but rather that I already had someone in my heart. Of course, my restless male

chromosomes also received regular, reasonable, and effective soothing.
Every weekend was the time for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to make love. Either I went, or Fan came. We would spend two crazy days in

the hotel . I still remember that the hotel we went to most often was called "Taishan Hotel".

The cost of 150 yuan a day was a bit of a strain for students, but it couldn't

stop the carnal desires of two hormone-fueled young people. I remember one time, we arrived at the hotel early.

When we checked in, the clerk told us that the 150 yuan standard room was not available, only the 380 yuan deluxe room was available,

and we might have to wait for two hours. After negotiation, after paying the 150 yuan for the standard room, the clerk

gave me a deluxe room and told us to wait there for a while. Even this short time made

me impatient. As soon as I entered the room, I couldn't wait to pull off Fan's underwear, without even taking off her clothes. I lifted Fan

's skirt and started doing it. Unlike her resistance and excuses in high school, Fan was unusually cooperative. You could say

we did whatever we wanted. I remember one time, after watching too many Japanese adult films, I really wanted to

try anal sex. With Fan's consent, I used a doggy style, thrusting hard into her anus. But as soon as the head of my penis

entered, Fan screamed in agony, scaring me so much I pulled out immediately. From then on, I never dared to ask Fan

to do anal sex with me again.
Our four years of university life ended just like that. No matter what we've been through, no matter

how helpless reality may seem, I will never give up on my love for Fan. Whenever temptation arises, whenever

I waver, I always recall the scene of our first meeting, always remember that cute, cartoon-like

girl. Therefore, I firmly believe that what we have is love, and nothing more
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