The story between us, written by my TD female teacher.

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Acquaintance: Yun clearly remembers meeting Feng during the National Day holiday in 2010. At that time, her husband was addicted to gambling and often vented online because of his bad mood. That's when she unintentionally met Feng. Feng was a very comforting person, and Yun's impression of him was that of a very sunny and cheerful person.
Companionship: And so, Yun and Feng became online friends. Yun likes to put her joys and sorrows, and the little things about her son's growth, into words and post them online. She doesn't expect to have readers; they are all just casual scribbles. Unexpectedly, Feng was a loyal reader. Almost every post and blog entry Yun wrote bore Feng's mark. When Yun complained, Feng offered guidance; when Yun was discouraged, Feng encouraged her; when Yun was happy, Feng smiled; when Yun achieved something, Feng applauded… "If there's sunshine in your heart, it will always feel good." "Your writing is so beautiful." "I felt love and warmth between the lines." "So heartwarming." "Don't work too hard, for the children, and for yourself. Enjoy life, enjoy work, enjoy the children's love, don't make yourself too tired." "Children's words are innocent, so cute."… These overflowing words of praise flowed like a warm river into Yun's heart, stirring ripples. Yun's comments on Feng went from liking to anticipation. Every time she wrote something online, she filled it with anticipation: When would Feng read it? What would he say? Interestingly, this anticipation wasn't one-sided. If Yun hadn't updated for a long time, Feng would leave a message: "It's been a long time since you updated, looking forward to it." When Feng gently entered Yun's heart and touched her heartstrings, perhaps Feng's heartstrings were also touched. And so began a song of the soul. Wind and Cloud's online exchange lasted for over two years—a period both long and fleeting.
They agreed: Cloud had a model husband whom colleagues and friends envied, truly devoted to his wife. But in Cloud's eyes, her husband was honest but somewhat dull, never reading her journal or listening to her thoughts. So, while her husband was good, something was missing. This missing piece was filled by Wind. Wind was willing to carefully read Cloud's journal and attentively listen to her stories. If words are the flowers blooming in the soul, then Wind was the gardener of Cloud's spiritual garden. It was because of Wind's meticulous care that Cloud's spiritual garden was so picturesque and fragrant. In Cloud's eyes, her husband was a companion in life, and Wind was a companion in the soul. Cloud was a traditional woman who never considered entering another's arms. Her husband was also a conservative man; they had always thought they would stay together for life. But fate played a cruel trick; due to work, Cloud's husband may have had an affair. Yun was utterly desperate, her relationship with her husband at its lowest point during their cold war. At this moment, Yun wanted to heed a call from her soul and see Feng. Firstly, it would be a way to get revenge on her husband; secondly, everyone says online relationships die in the light of day, so she wanted her expectations of Feng to die too. Thus, Feng and Yun made their first appointment. Honestly, Yun never believed that such a beautiful encounter could belong to someone not so beautiful as herself. But then, the handsome and dashing Feng walked over gracefully, sat down beside her on the sofa, and gently embraced her. In his uniquely beautiful voice, he told her stories of the women in his life. He was so tender and affectionate, so warm and honest. Yun was completely captivated, intoxicated by Feng's tender whispers, intoxicated by his warm and agile tongue, intoxicated by his broad and warm embrace. What captivated Yun most was Feng's unique perspective. He said he loved his wife very much. Although he had been with many women, it didn't mean he didn't love his wife. It was just like a child occasionally making mistakes or doing outrageous things, which inspired his love for life and work, and thus, his love for his wife and children. Yun didn't know if this was a fallacy, but compared to the clichéd arguments of cheating men she'd seen in books and on TV, it felt fresh and sincere. Perhaps Feng was right. After a beautiful encounter with Feng, Yun's mindset suddenly changed. She no longer brooded over her husband's estrangement; the gloom in her heart vanished instantly. She thought about how lucky she was to have a loving partner and a confidant who listened to her heart. There was no reason not to love herself and to love life. In the days that followed, Yun, like a happy little bird, chatted with Feng online about the most private topics. The passion she felt was poured out to her husband, who was also infected by Yun's enthusiasm. They made love passionately, as if they had returned to the beginning of their marriage. Perhaps this was another spring in their lives. Some say that love without the intention of marriage is shameful. If such a love can truly awaken a dormant marriage and allow it to bloom again, then why not? Through personal experience, Yun realized that Feng was a philosopher, and he was right. She respected Feng even more; what a tolerant and caring man he was! In Yun's eyes, "taking you to heaven with his tongue" was an unattainable dream, a privilege reserved for women of unparalleled beauty. During her second meeting with Feng, Feng made Yun's dream a reality. He kissed her mouth, ears, breasts, belly button, and private parts. He licked her vulva with his long tongue, once, twice—it was ticklish, so comfortable. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure. He licked faster, and she moaned even louder. He kept licking, and she kept moaning and writhing with pleasure. Then he took a sip of ice-cold beer and inserted his icy tongue into her vagina. She convulsed and screamed; it was so incredibly pleasurable. The refreshing coolness made her scream loudly. He then took a sip of hot water and inserted his fiery tongue. She convulsed and screamed again; it was so comfortable that she couldn't describe the pleasure in words. She screamed repeatedly, writhing rapidly, moaning and screaming until she was too exhausted to make a sound. He called it a double dose of ice and fire, and he used it to take her to her dream paradise. She said she was completely satisfied. Truly, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and even if it meant ending her life at that moment
, she would never regret it. The wind treated the cloud like a queen; the wind was the cloud's most beautiful encounter. Forgetting each other: forgetting each other in the vast world is the only destination of this relationship. The wind left a deep and unforgettable mark on the cloud's memory, etched in her heart, unforgettable for a lifetime. Whether there is a mark belonging to the cloud in the wind's colorful memories is unknown. No matter how time flows, the cloud will always cherish this memory in her heart, growing ever fresher with age.

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