The Journey That Is Getting Further and Further Away (Part 10)

That August, the sewage treatment plant project in the neighboring city was progressing smoothly.
That afternoon, I was wandering around the construction site when my phone suddenly vibrated.
It was some kind of spam text.
I didn't pay it any mind and continued discussing some issues with the workers.
My phone vibrated twice more.
I took out my phone, and a number that I knew all too well caught my eye.
It was Meng's number.
The first text: I'm in Bincheng.
Bincheng was the name of the city I lived in.
The second text: Are you alright? The third
text: I'm going back the day after tomorrow.
I was stunned.
She had actually come to the city where I lived without my knowledge?
After hesitating for a moment, I went to a corner and dialed Meng's number.
I asked, "Why are you here ?"
She said that her sister had bought a house in Yantai, finished renovating it, and wanted to go see it, so she brought her daughter to accompany her sister to this city for a trip. After three days, her sister took a boat to Yantai.
I said "Oh," unsure how to continue the conversation.
She was silent for a moment on the other end, then said, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. Before I go, I wanted to see you."
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Where are you now? I'll come find you."
I drove onto the highway, and an hour and a half later, I stood before Meng.
She was wearing denim shorts, her smooth, white legs straight and long. On her snow-white feet were pinkish-purple wedge sandals. Her feet were flat-soled with slender, delicate toes, seemingly small enough to be grasped in one hand. Her toenails were painted bright red, striking and sexy, making my heart flutter for a moment. She wore a white T-shirt, her full breasts still so firm. A
serene smile graced her face, radiating a calm composure.
Her ten-year-old daughter, whom I had met before, called out in a clear voice, "Uncle!"
I smiled and responded, then let them into my car and drove back to the neighboring city. By the time I
booked a room for them at the hotel, it was nearly dusk.
After dinner, I helped Meng and her daughter into their room, sat for a while, and then got up to leave.
Meng let her daughter eat snacks while watching TV. After settling her in, she accompanied me out of the hotel.
At the car, I stopped and said, "Let's go back. The child will be scared alone in the room."
Meng smiled and said, "No, she won't be scared as long as she has cartoons to watch. Besides, I locked the door.
" Even so, it still didn't feel right to leave such a big child alone in the room.
I hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's sit in the car for
a while." Meng and I sat in the driver's and passenger's seats, unsure what to say.
I made small talk, asking, "Why did you suddenly decide to come here?"
She said, "The child kept asking to see the sea, and her sister was taking a boat from here to Yantai, so they came together."
I nodded and asked, "Where did you go? Did you have a good time?"
She said, "All the places you took me before. The child was quite happy."
I said, "That's good."
After those few words, Meng and I fell into a long silence, with only the headlights of cars passing by.
I lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and turned my head to see Meng's eyes, bright and gazing at me. I could vaguely see a few tears streaming down her cheeks.
My heart suddenly ached, as if something inside me had collapsed in an instant.
I pulled Meng's head into my arms and kissed her fiercely.
Her lips and teeth were still so familiar, her fragrance still so faint, yet there was a strangeness in them, a feeling of long-lost longing. I couldn't help but want to breathe it in more greedily,
to devour it, to completely incorporate it into my life.

I booked another room next to Meng's.
After putting her daughter to sleep, Meng quietly slipped over.
The room was dark, only the television flickered.
Meng climbed onto my bed, quickly took off her clothes, then swiftly tore off my clothes as well, then bent down and buried her face between my legs, completely enveloping me.
I groaned softly, pulled her head up, and kissed her soft red lips forcefully. She responded passionately, clinging tightly to my chest, pressing her full breasts against mine, as if trying to squeeze two leaping rabbits into my heart.

All the pretense, all the deliberately crafted masks, all the hesitations, all the rights and wrongs, vanished in that instant.
We fought fiercely, squeezing and pledging to each other, breathing heavily, sweating profusely, desperately trying to absorb each other into our bodies, as if it were a fight to the death.

When Meng and her daughter left, I was in a meeting at the project site.
She left me a message: "It's so good to see you again!"
I smiled as I read her message; all my feigned indifference had melted away. I knew that I would probably never be able to live without her again.

That year, I finally abandoned the button phone I had stubbornly clung to and got a smartphone.
I also installed QQ on my phone, making it much easier to contact Meng.
At this point, neither of us played the game much, just occasionally logging in to check and chat with in-game friends. This game had become a bottomless pit, relentlessly trying to empty everyone's pockets.

After separating from her husband, Meng worked as a salesperson in her sister's shop—a relaxed job with a high salary and plenty of free time.

On New Year's Eve that year, Meng came to my city again and spent a week with me. Before leaving, she said, "I want to marry you." "

I want to marry you!"
How easy it sounds, but how incredibly difficult it is to do!
I didn't know how to face this chaotic situation.
I couldn't let go of Meng; I couldn't remove her from my life. I had already fallen deeply in love with this woman. This feeling had exceeded my control; it had overflowed like a raging torrent, threatening to completely overwhelm me if I wasn't careful.

But if I abandoned my wife and children, I feared I would be drowned in gossip. How could I so easily abandon a wife who had stood by me through thick and thin for so many years? If I did that, how could I face the eyes of everyone around me?

Even though I had done something only a scoundrel would do, it's still better to do it secretly than to expose it to the world.
I believe many people, like me, no matter how filthy their hearts are, would not want to expose them to the light of day and be spat upon. Isn't this world always a place where true villains are few and far between, and hypocrites are everywhere?
I confess, I am one of these many hypocrites, outwardly respectable but inwardly filthy; my soul is so ugly.
Like countless shameless scoundrels, I am sanctimonious yet hypocritical, spouting righteousness and morality while harboring treacherous schemes.

My answer to Meng was to wait, to wait a little longer!
Meng said, "I'll wait for you, ten years, twenty years, I'll wait for you."

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