【Only the heart remains unchanged】(1)

Standing on the balcony, I took a deep breath, admiring the beautiful scenery before me: looking down at the courtyard, butterflies gathered nectar as flowers

bloomed; looking up at the eaves, swallows returned to their nests, bringing good fortune. This beautiful view reminded me that good omens would soon arrive.

Before I could fully appreciate it, my mother's urgent urging came from inside. I reluctantly

left behind the natural beauty that had accompanied me through my childhood and hurried back to the living room…
Before leaving, my mother reminded me to put my usual amulet in my bag for

protection . I put on my neat school uniform, slung my light schoolbag over my shoulder, and left my apartment, heading alone to

the bus stop leading to school.
As I turned the corner, I bumped into someone and immediately fell to the ground. Thinking I had been hit by a burly man

, I looked up to find that the person was actually a sprightly elderly man with a youthful face and white hair.
Dressed in a jet-black suit, he carried an old-fashioned cane, seemingly unharmed, and even flashed

a kind smile, giving me a thorough once-over.
"Grandpa, are you alright?" Despite being the one who had fallen, I asked him out of concern

. He didn't answer, just looked at me quietly. Two or three minutes later, he shook his head, then

turned and walked on without looking back. I didn't think much of it and continued on my way.
The crowds living under the neon lights surged forward like a torrent. Whether it was an elegant restaurant or a roadside stall,

a ferry terminal or a bus stop, they were all packed with all sorts of high school students and office workers. Each person, like a cell in

a biology lesson, contributed to this metropolis, playing

a role that only they could fulfill.
However, amidst the bustling traffic on the asphalt road, I felt like an outcast ant, casually slowing my pace to avoid

work ,

a stark contrast to the diligent passersby hurrying by, and a far cry from my usual self who always overslept and rushed to get to school. My reason for this

was quite simple: today wasn't a regular class day, but the day the college entrance exam results were released…
After a 40-minute bus ride with others, a 4-5 minute uphill walk brought me to

the sea of people in front of the school gate. Those students were undoubtedly graduating this year, just like me.
Passing by, I didn't miss the varied reactions of everyone after learning the results: some cheered wildly for their last

day ; some embraced each other, their emotions a mix of love and friendship; some even

shed tears of reluctance for their alma mater and their teachers.
The students gathered around the admission board could be roughly divided into two categories: those who had passed were overjoyed—their

three years of hard work had finally paid off, and they had received those hard-won admission notices; those who had failed

were somewhat dejected—after all, the college entrance exam was just a turning point in the long road of life, and if they could grasp the future well,

a bright and promising road still awaited them. As a result,

those who had been admitted to their ideal universities and those who hadn't mingled together, indistinguishable from one another.
Being able to gather with my close friends and loved ones in the final moments of university life was enough for me.

Unfortunately I had neither close friends nor loved ones, and could only look on with envy as I continued searching for my class

's admission board.
I didn't go far before I found it. There were only about 50

names on my class's list, and finding my name by student ID was not difficult at all. The result, of course, was as I had expected—I hadn't passed.
I wasn't discouraged; since everything was under my "control," why should I "weep"?
Next was graduation, and I couldn't leave the school like that. I also didn't like noisy environments, so I planned

to stand to the side, watching my classmates chat in small groups.
But as I walked down to a shady spot, I noticed a beautiful young woman, just like myself,

standing out from her surroundings. She wasn't wearing a formal suit; only a thin, white blouse made her even more

conspicuous .
Her deep eyes were focused on her smartphone, a radiant smile accompanying her

charming laughter and sweet moans. I didn't know what on her phone had captivated this graceful

young woman, only that she was completely oblivious to me, the uninvited guest who had been lurking nearby. Therefore,

her lack of wariness and my own curiosity compelled me to scrutinize her further.
Her short, neat hair couldn't conceal her full, rounded cheeks, and her neat uniform couldn't hide her flawless, porcelain-like skin. Her

alluring shoulders and shapely back stirred my senses, while her slender, translucent arms and legs captivated my

eyes .
But what truly drew me in wasn't her beautiful face, but rather her ethereal grace. In the brief few minutes I

focused , every smile, every gesture was captured by my camera—her

delicate little fingers playing with her glossy black stockings, her playful lips lightly biting her alluring manicure—these unintentional actions

made my heart pound.
Suddenly, pleasant music played over the loudspeaker, signaling the start of the end-of-term ceremony and the senior

graduation ceremony . I had to sigh that this breathtaking view of her body had to come to an end.
The girl put away her phone and walked towards the playground, and I followed behind her. Her back view was no less impressive than her

front. Her school uniform skirt fluttered with her steps, and something seemed to be about to emerge from the shadows on her upper thighs.
A gentle breeze blew by, and I sneezed. I wiped the liquid from my nose with my hand; thankfully, it was just a

little snot, not a nosebleed. The
graduation ceremony, punctuated by the principal's speech, had been dragging on for almost an hour. Rumor had it that this kind, elusive old man, well past sixty, was an indestructible cat; I, however, insisted he was a Bull Demon King from hell, given his two unkempt "horns" on his head. 　　The sweltering summer heat was unbearable; under the blazing sun, the ethereal mirages made me sway from side to side, while his "Weilun" seemed like an endless, surging river. 　　The most miserable were actually the graduating seniors in the audience, feeling as if they'd been plunged into the deepest hell. Compared to this hour, their and my final year of school's hardships were nothing. 　　I stood there "resolutely," and if I hadn't noticed that the girl I had just bumped into was standing in the next class of the second year of high school, only a few people in front of me, my posture and spirit would have collapsed long ago.

As a result, the speech ended close to noon, and the surrounding willows bowed with joy, while the cicadas in the trees

chirped excitedly. I followed closely behind the girl. When we reached the eaves,

a strange wind suddenly blew from the sea, and all the girls' school skirts billowed in the wind. Each of them let out a shy scream,

and their faces showed an embarrassed expression, which inevitably aroused some teasing from the boys.
Pink HelloPuppy panties covered the girl's mysterious area, showing her naive

preferences and cuteness. Her small hands covered the hem of her skirt, leaving only a glimpse of

the spring scenery . Her bewildered behavior was equally eye-catching and exciting.
In the teaching building, we had to walk separately, since the classrooms of different grades were assigned to different

floors.
In the stairwell, I spotted someone standing in a corner in the shadows. Although I couldn't see his face,

it was an undeniable fact that he was wearing a man's black suit. I stood there motionless, letting other students

pass by behind me, only to find that no one except me had noticed this

strange figure . He kept waving at me, seemingly beckoning me inside. I rubbed my eyes, and he vanished

without a trace. A chill ran down my spine, and goosebumps rose on my back. Without daring to think further, I

hurriedly left.
Inside the classroom, the homeroom teacher gave a perfunctory, official-sounding summary of post-graduation instructions before hastily concluding

the last day of "classes" in high school. Judging from her relaxed expression, it was easy to see that being free from a group of

troublemaking "Monkey Kings" was undoubtedly a great relief. Of course, for

the whole class, escaping the golden headband of Guanyin Bodhisattva was the same.
I complained that this morning, which should have been spent sleeping until noon, was wasted on this tedious graduation ceremony

, and I couldn't wait to go home and return to the "exciting" life at the computer.
Unlike when they arrived, the students streamed out of the school gate and down the slope like a surging waterfall.

When I was among them, I easily reached the bus stop without much effort. Similarly, only

the bus stop was as crowded as ever. From afar, the emerald-green school uniforms transformed the bus stop into a sea of green,

blending seamlessly with the surrounding nature.
I don't like crowded places or being the center of attention, so I casually found a corner to

act as the "station manager." When fate brings something special, no one can resist it. Even amidst the "green forest,"

it's not hard to spot a small white lotus rising from the mud, untouched by its surroundings. After finally
managing to squeeze into the "grass" and reach the young woman, I discovered she was no longer fiddling with her

phone but making a call.
"...The ceremony is over, I'll be back soon. Don't move around until I get back, just lie

in bed and rest. If you want anything to eat, I'll buy it... Hmm... Hmm... Okay...

Hehe... Chu!"
I was delighted to hear a voice that matched her appearance perfectly. Her attentiveness often made her partner

swoon ; her soft voice always made her lover feel like they were bathed

in

a spring breeze. Both her tone and manner made me imagine that the person on the other end of the phone was this girl's boyfriend, and I both loved and hated this conversation. If it weren't for my habit of staying home how could I not know this goddess-like figure?
The girl kept chatting with her boyfriend, talking about trivial things in life. I

was indifferent , only enjoying continuing to peek at her shirt, which was slightly damp from sweat.
Actually, several boys around had also noticed her presence, sometimes using observation as an excuse to look at her with lewd eyes

, and sometimes making frivolous jokes, hoping to get her attention. Each of them seemed to have their

girlfriend , and these girls, while clutching their boyfriends' arms to suppress their animalistic desires,

cast

disdainful .
This was the most fortunate moment of my life I'd ever felt—still single, able to freely

and unrestrainedly admire this breathtakingly beautiful body through her clothes, truly exhilarating.
Suddenly, flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder came from not far away, and clusters of dark clouds arrived one after another, quickly

enveloping the entire earth. Rain after a long drought is a good thing, but such an abnormal change in the weather in the city

was astonishing. The students, however, were unfazed, their excitement rising, eager to push this eerie atmosphere to

its climax.
Not long after, the heavens unleashed their fury, immediately unleashing a torrential downpour and whipping up towering winds. Just then, the

bus started its engine, and we had no choice but to brave the wind and rain to wait to board. When it was my turn to scan my bus pass, I saw a driver in a blue uniform

sitting . He was pale and silent, head bowed,

probably ignoring any passengers who hadn't paid. I didn't pay much attention to such oddballs; when it came to focusing, there was

only one person.
The students were completely disorganized, rushing and jostling, so I had to stick close behind the girl.
I stared at her figure, my eyes glued to her, afraid that if I opened my eyes, her sexy body would

vanish ;
I inhaled her fragrance, my nose twitching, afraid that if I held my breath, her youthful scent would

dissipate .
The crowd packed the bus so tightly that there wasn't an inch of space, and even with the air conditioning on, it was hard to breathe. I happened to be

standing next to the girl, and thinking that I might never see her again, this was a small wish I had fulfilled in

the final .
The bus weaved in and out of traffic on the busy, sunny main road, then sped along the bumpy, narrow side streets. The result was

an appalling level of crowding. Students jostled and pushed each other, and naturally, many "

outlaws " took the opportunity to grope the girls next to them.
I finally managed to get a better view of the girl's smooth profile, and unknowingly became

one of those "outlaws." The cramped air and the swaying of the bus seemed to make her appear dazed and

unsteady . If you looked closely, you could see that her clothes were mostly soaked with sweat and rain, and even

the last line of defense under her shirt was beginning to crumble.
The girl's sensuality had already captivated my eyes and heart. Especially under her thin clothes, that...

On the rolling hills, two small stones, seemingly unnoticed, have stood silently awaiting their birth.

These two seemingly insignificant stones are the sacred objects that newborn babies and men everywhere yearn for.
The girl, unsteady on her feet, lost her grip on the handrail, her body and those precious treasures leaning against me

. Leaving aside the unique fragrance emanating from her warm, delicate body,

the softness of those "flesh pillows" hanging on her chest was a thousand, a hundred times softer than my own pillow.
The bus was packed with passengers; even holding onto the handrail would be affected by the powerful inertia, and a moment's carelessness,

even with a human wall of protection, would be fatal.
Unexpectedly, the bus suddenly braked sharply, and everyone inside lurched forward. Our

positions subtly shifted—she, due to the impact, moved right in front of me,

and I instinctively embraced her. At the same time, fate played a trick, allowing me to inadvertently taste the fragrance of the beauty's soft lips

before me .
My first kiss was given so recklessly to the goddess before me, and my heart almost leaped out

to offer it to her. Even though the contact was only for a fleeting moment, I could still savor the memory of the girl's delicate cherry lips.
The rain poured down harder; the wind blew stronger. A minute, two minutes passed, and the car continued on its way.
Outside, a thick fog blanketed the area, with lights flashing and horns blaring intermittently, and lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Inside, the car was brightly lit, and with the car

becoming more stable, I could finally observe the girl's posture after the kiss. Under the light, the girl, without makeup,

had a flushed cheek, whether from the shyness of the prank kiss or something else,

I didn't know .
But one thing was certain: the baby face on my chest was what gave me

the courage to endure in such a difficult environment.
"Could it be that she's fallen for me?" the little devil in my heart smugly

told .
I continued to watch her every move. Afterwards, without a word, even when my hands touched her pretty back and I

was breathing rapidly through my nose, she didn't struggle. She merely shifted her body slightly,

glancing at me intentionally or unintentionally. Due to the momentum of our movement, she would lean against my chest, making my

lewd thoughts seem even more real. Even though I knew perfectly well that no girl could fall

in love at first sight with a disheveled, nerdy guy, I still indulged in fantasies and fantasies to satisfy my own desires… As
we spent more time together, I felt a gentle warmth emanating from her body, as if a warm current was

instantly flowing into my empty heart.
The girl's eyes were glistening with tears, her breath soft and shallow. Her snow-white forehead could barely touch my chin—it was

incredibly hot. Had she caught a chill and developed a fever from being caught in the rain? It's understandable; after all, the human body struggles to

adapt to a sudden 180-degree temperature change.
The weather outside was terrible, but the environment inside the carriage wasn't much better.

The carbon dioxide concentration inside had reached the upper limit of human tolerance; no matter how much air I inhaled, it

never enough. Groans and wails slowly filled the carriage.
What should have been an hour's journey felt like a long march. Especially with the goddess beside me, shouldn't I be

feeling blissfully oblivious to the passing of time?
My vision blurred. My body, limbs, even my senses began to go numb.

No how hard I hugged this pitiful woman, her fragrant breath, her beautiful features, and her soft

touch could no longer evoke any fantasies.
The usual commotion around me seemed to be there, yet not there. In a daze, I saw the driver seemingly floating off the vehicle

, gradually approaching.
My consciousness was no longer normal, and I struggled to breathe. Lack of oxygen does indeed easily cause hallucinations, and surprisingly,

it took effect immediately. Normally, who in the world could fly through the air? Would

n't he be a magician of the highest order? It seems I'm hallucinating now; even seeing a god descending to earth isn't impossible. As he

approached , I thought and thought, he looked exactly like the figure I'd seen on the stairs before. No wonder I

felt something was off when I got into the car; now I finally understood.
So, I blocked out my remaining vision, hoping not to see any more of those strange demons and monsters, and

hoping they would stop bothering me and leave quickly. Instantly, my body and consciousness were no longer under my control.

Closing my eyes was like severing the only bridge connecting me to reality, and I felt sleepy. Feeling

lost, I had no choice but to give up…
When I awoke again, I was in a small house: a wooden door for easy entry and exit, two curtained

windows that could be opened and closed. The furnishings were exquisite, and the items were neatly arranged. Whether it was appliances or furniture, food or drinks,

everything seemed to have been there until I regained consciousness.
I didn't know why I was here, nor did I question how everything inside was constructed or

who provided it, nor did I reflect on whether this was a dream or reality. Even the existence of this world itself

seemed perfectly normal to me. In short, I didn't bother to examine anything before me.
I forgot my mother, forgot my identity, and forgot most of my

memories . The only meaning here was the virtual life on the computer.
So, I casually picked up the cookies placed next to the computer, held a cup of cola, sometimes engrossed in online

games, sometimes studying anime movies. When the food and drinks ran out, someone would bring them to my door.
After opening the door, there was no one there, only things placed on the floor. I had no doubts about this and

naturally carried the abundant supplies into my "home."
Perhaps in the eyes of others, this was a dull and tasteless life, but for me, it was incredibly exciting.
The alternating day and night sky outside told me that time also flowed continuously in this space, but I

didn't care. I simply felt that this was my ideal Eden. Gradually, I've become an indispensable

part of this place…
"Mom, is breakfast ready?" I've lost count of how many days I've spent here. This morning, I

wake up habitually utter this question, but the room is empty, only the blinding morning light

streaming in through the window. I hear neither cicadas nor birdsong, only echoes reverberating within. Then it suddenly dawns on me…

My past life was exactly the same as my present one—both were filled with idleness and wasting time.
Not only my daily routine, but even the graduation ceremony I attended before coming here, the encounters with my dream girl,

and all those memories flooded back. Loneliness and helplessness finally

enveloped me. It turned out that since the advent of computers, this kind of life had been nothing but a fleeting dream,

a end.
At this moment, tears of regret welled up in my eyes. It wasn't just about "

not working hard when young, only to regret it when old," but also about "wanting to care for one's parents but finding them gone": My computer addiction

hadn't any profound life lessons, only the four words "wasting time"; my mother's constant nagging was no longer there, and

only now did I understand her gentleness and her thoughtfulness.
Looking at this world where the sky was only black and white, tears streamed down my face, and my heart bled. Before buying the computer, my grades were the envy of everyone in my class. Unfortunately , I

became obsessed with this impractical gadget and started to become utterly颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and apathy). So, I decided to find that "useful" version of myself again. 　　"Am I really going to be trapped here forever?" My voice echoed throughout the house; no one could truly hear my thoughts. 　　"If you want to go back, it's not impossible..." A steady voice reached deep into my ears . 　　When I turned around, I was shocked to find the man in the black suit who had appeared several times before standing in front of me. 　　"You...you...you...ah...ah...it's a ghost..." A gust of cold wind swept towards him . I was also terrified by the sudden appearance of the man, my body trembling uncontrollably. The panic stemming from fear far outweighed my reaction. 　　"Looks like you're not so stupid after all, you actually know I'm a ghost..." The old man in the suit instantly moved in front of me. I could only cover my face with my hands, close my eyes tightly, and dare not look any further. 　　"Open your hands, eyes..." At the command, I couldn't control myself; my hands, feet, and eyes opened involuntarily. 　　"Do you know who I am to you?" The old man's face changed from sinister and terrifying to kind and gentle. 　　"..." I tried to cover my ears, close my eyes, and chant familiar Buddhist scriptures to drive away the "evil spirit" before me. However, in this unknown world, it seemed all my efforts were in vain. 　　"I'm saving you, my son. Now I'm giving you a chance to be reborn, and I'll also show you my memories before I ended my life, so you can help me find the person who killed me..." 　　The old man produced something from nowhere; upon closer inspection, it was my usual amulet. 　　Before I could react, he had already poked my forehead with his right index finger, and I closed my eyes tightly again in fear. 　　When I opened my eyes again, the mysterious world before me had vanished without a trace, replaced by a dark room, and I was lying on a nylon bed. Having experienced the bizarre events of the past, I had gradually become numb to this sudden change. 　　"Mmm...mmm...ahhh..." A pleasant female voice drifted from another room. 　　I knew what those sounds meant. Normally, such a pleasant rhythm could only come from speakers; now, a live show right there was a completely different experience. Moreover, the sound was so close, unconsciously arousing my deepest desires. My crotch, clad in my school uniform, throbbed with unbearable ache, impossible to release. But when I tried to open the door, it ignored me, its long-awaited guest. If I were afraid of being heard, I would have kicked it. 　　I looked around and noticed a small window on the cabinet, light shining through—presumably the scene. 　　With all my might, I climbed onto the cabinet and peered inside. What I saw left me speechless. 　　It didn't take me long to recognize the person in question as my young mother. She hadn't , and compared to today's girls, her thirty-year-old appearance was even more striking and radiant, especially in this captivating moment, making her incredibly alluring to men. 　　Her hair was loose, and even without drinking, the flush on her cheeks spoke volumes about her "intoxication." Her 　　green tank top had been pulled down to her shoulders, revealing two adorable little breasts, and she was holding a small baby in her arms, who was nursing at her breast. Her thick black pubic hair appeared quite damp; I knew that the towering tree I most longed to see was now perfectly protected in a sealed "greenhouse," receiving boundless nourishment. 　　Seeing my mother's secret for the first time filled me with both surprise and delight. Her up-and-down movements made it seem natural to assume she was doing it to help me breastfeed… 　　But that wasn't the point, because I knew what it was called from some movies. She was like a battle-hardened female knight, able to ride naked across the battlefield even without reins or a saddle. So, who was the crucial mount? I had never seen my father's face since birth, and now I wanted to see his true appearance. 　　I peered down at the figure beneath me, and upon learning the result, I was so excited I almost fell off the cabinet. 　　The precious mount for my mother was none other than the strange old man in the suit from before. Black and white, plump and thin, formed a stark contrast: 　　he was clearly not as vigorous as I had seen him before: his thin body was nothing but skin and bones, and his sickly old face wore a twisted smile. His large, wrinkled hands were intertwined with his mother's small, white fingers, as he enjoyed the seductive allure and "body massage" of the young woman pressing him down. 　　Soft moans echoed through the heavens, while rough howls reverberated for miles. In just a few minutes, the old man and mother quickened their pace, as if preparing for a final sprint. The adorable baby remained silent , oblivious to the adults' unspoken understanding, simply savoring the sweet taste of fresh breast milk and playing with his plump little head. In any case, in this bedroom, only these three naked figures were brazenly enacting a "family" movie before my very eyes. 　　"No...no, Xia, I'm going to...I'm going to...you...you get up quickly!"

"... " he said, but he wouldn't let go of his mother's ugly fingers. His frail body couldn't withstand

such violent movements; in a few moments, the old man's roar turned into a wail.
"Ah..." The unanimous final words ended the exhilarating activity. Before his mother could even stand up,

her convulsing body was already trembling uncontrollably. Of course, I knew what was happening inside.

That's why I always felt an unbearable pain in my lower abdomen.
"Sigh... didn't I tell you, it won't come out from inside? Baby, you should

drink ." A long, satisfied sigh completely negated the weak question that followed. His mother, her words contradicting her true

feelings, clearly told everyone from her tone and expression that she was enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"It's no use saying that. Isn't the child you're holding part of me? Can your husband give you such a

healthy baby?" I stared wide-eyed at the unfamiliar old man before me, my

arrogance reaching its peak.
I couldn't believe he was my biological father. However, all the hallucinations I'd had before reminded

me this might be a dream, a distorted dream he'd concocted.
"But your stuff is still so much, still so thick, so sticky, slippery inside, and so hot it

feels so good. I like yours better than that other person's." The story didn't stop as I was lost in thought

; my mother's infidelity was on full display, her words and actions all teasing

the old man . The nourishment lingered inside, constantly moistening the fertile "soil."
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening came from outside…
"What are you doing?" The third person was a man, who kicked open the door and shouted angrily.
"I…husband…I…" The two people lying on the bed froze, already terrified by the man before them

. Judging from their trembling, the transmission inside them was still going on and on.
"You two adulterers..." A deep, booming voice assaulted my ears and my brain. The man who entered

had his back to me, making it impossible for me to see his face clearly. He grabbed my mother's arm and

threw me aside. Wrapped in swaddling clothes, I had no choice but to cry out in anger.
As the old man and my mother's joined parts separated, the milky white fluid inside my mother's body stuck to her buttocks and pubic hair,

refusing to fall off—it was clear that the old man's "weapon" had been dormant until today, finally able to swarm onto other "

territories ." Seeing that they could all firmly grasp the lush black bushes between my mother's legs, each

of them must be top-notch, and conquering the mature eggs in the uterus was just around the corner.
As for the old man, his huge, slightly curved organs were completely incongruous with his own body, and I

couldn't but gasp. Especially the two ostrich egg-sized storage devices; I really couldn't imagine

that half of my body was manufactured in this factory.
The fight scene wasn't like a Hollywood action movie; instead, the

disparity in strength between the two sides was extreme, a one-sided affair: the man, strong and powerful, didn't hold back despite his opponent being an unarmed

old man, leaving the elderly man, who had just vented his anger, only able to take the beating. After the strenuous activity, the mother

lost her balance during the argument, her head hitting the corner of the table, and she passed out. The only lamp went out,

leaving the already dim room with only a faint light filtering in from the window. While not pitch black

, even the outlines of people were barely visible.
Suddenly, the man picked up something beside him and raised it high.
"No…no…" A sound of someone backing away on the mat immediately followed; the old man, dragging his

ugly body and thick, fleshy frame, hid in the corner of the bed.
"I hate wearing colored hats the most, die!" Before the words were even finished, the man smashed the old man's head

down. I suddenly felt like a film reel that had been cut, losing all the images…
(To be continued
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