A memory of mine

Almost there. This busy period will be over in a week. Lately, I've been stealing some time to play Legend of Mir with a friend. Hehe.
This afternoon, I gave up my rest to write a short story from last summer for long-lost friends. I hope you've missed me recently~ The story of my female apprentice has started, but I can't continue; I need to reconsider.
This story is still quite long; it seems I've been reading too many novels, and my writing is full of rambling. Don't complain! ~~ Also, for privacy reasons, I've redacted some parts.
Character introduction:
Yang (male classmate from junior high), now a fourth-level sergeant in a naval unit, still harboring resentment because I blocked his shot in basketball during junior high.
Zhang (female classmate from junior high), a girl Yang had a crush on since junior high, lives near me, and we've kept in touch since graduation
. Qiu (female classmate from junior high), the female protagonist, my deskmate when I first entered school, rumored to have had a crush on me for many years.
Qiu's senior brother—I can't reveal what their masters were.
A, a policeman in a public security bureau, has a romantic entanglement with Qiu. Main
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One day, I logged onto QQ, and Yang added me. This was our first contact ten years after graduating from junior high. Yang said he had been looking for me. I was deeply moved. We had been deskmates for a time; he was incredibly athletic, holding the school's 100-meter record and triple jump record. He was also a passionate soccer player, knowing all the soccer stars inside and out. Back then, my life revolved around basketball. My meager soccer knowledge came from Yang's lessons in class.
This brief conversation stirred up memories of our school days. Yes, everything in this world changes, but the pure friendship of youth can endure.
Finally, I got leave to go back to my hometown, and coincidentally, Yang's military unit gave him leave to visit his family, so we reunited. Yang was still Yang; his personality, temperament, and even appearance hadn't changed much. We went to play basketball together, reliving those wonderful memories. But after a simple warm-up, in a one-on-one match, I lost in just one round. This was completely different from what I remembered. I used to easily dribble past Yang, a graceful layup. Now he could easily tear through my defense. His physical abilities were too strong. No wonder he came from the military. I couldn't play anymore, so I had to throw down my white shorts and admit defeat. Because I got injured in just one round. While showering, Yang told me that he'd been looking for me for so many years just to get revenge for that block I got years ago. I was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat; it seems I've given away quite a few blocks in my basketball career.
I spent the afternoon at Yang's house, watching a naval parade on his computer. Looking at that handsome naval uniform hanging on the wall, I felt nothing but envy. "You'll regret serving for three years, but you'll regret not serving for a lifetime." That's what my elementary school military training instructor said. I've always longed for that group, longed for that green uniform. But because of my eyesight, I've been firmly kept out. Not having served in the military will be the biggest regret of my life.
(Slightly off-topic, just received a QQ notification about a hypothetical joint military exercise between the US and Japan regarding the Diaoyu Islands. Outrageous! Let me remind you of a classical Chinese saying: If one day a spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs says, "Don't say we didn't warn you," then all Chinese people, you can sharpen your kitchen knives and prepare for battle!) (A few days ago, my boss was bragging about the excellent insulation of his thermos. I asked him why, and he replied that it was made in Japan. The next day, I secretly threw that thermos into a nearby pond, and it sank!)
Yang hosted dinner, inviting Zhang and Qiu. We're all classmates, and Zhang and Qiu both live near my house, so we keep in touch occasionally. I originally thought it would be a pleasant affair, but Qiu seemed rather sullen. I didn't think much of it; Qiu can be a little temperamental sometimes. Watching Yang and Zhang being affectionate across from me, I longed to attend their wedding banquet soon.
After dinner, everyone was reluctant to leave, so we went to a karaoke bar together. Naturally, Yang sat with his arm around Zhang, and I had no choice but to sit on the other side of the sofa next to Qiu. The lighting was dim, and Qiu, usually a karaoke enthusiast, seemed rather listless today. She only ordered a few songs. I, who had initially wanted to belt out a few tunes, was also affected and lost all desire. Qiu, who had been sullen all night, broke down in tears while singing Jay Chou's "Rainbow." Qiu is a strong-looking girl, 170cm tall. She swims regularly, giving her a rather masculine physique; those who don't know her would perceive her as outgoing and tough. But they don't know that she's actually quite fragile inside, with a personality like a little girl. Having known her for so many years, I don't think I've ever seen her cry. This outburst of tears was unbearable to witness (I have a tendency to pity women). Looking at Yang and Zhang, who were so close, I felt helpless. Zhang secretly gave a signal with her eyes to leave the room, and I got up and followed her. "What's wrong with Qiu? She's been acting strange all night," I asked Zhang before the door was even fully closed. "Nothing, she just got a little injured, it's been a few days. You comfort her, don't ask for details," Qiu said helplessly, shaking her head.
Back in the private room, seeing Qiu's tear-streaked face, I reached out and put my arm around her, offering her my shoulder. I knew she was vulnerable and needed a shoulder to lean on. It wasn't until university that I heard from classmates that Qiu was one of the girls who had a crush on me for a long time. I hadn't known it myself. Back then, my life revolved around basketball. My grades, which were top-notch in junior high, plummeted to average because of basketball. I always heard my classmates talk about who had a crush on me, but I never paid attention. I didn't understand why they chose to keep their crushes a secret instead of confessing directly. My feelings were unguarded, at least back then. Now, nearing thirty, I'm still single. At gatherings, classmates always ask if I'm married, and no one believes me when they find out I'm still single. I don't believe it myself either, but if girls always choose to keep their crushes a secret, then it wouldn't be surprising if I remained single for life.
The night passed like this: Yang was intimately embracing Zhang, while I was embracing Qiu, staring blankly at the music video on the screen. Qiu cried in my arms the whole time, resting briefly when she was tired, then continuing to cry. Occasionally, I would hand her a tissue, kindly reminding her that my clothes were soaked and wouldn't absorb water anymore, suggesting she either switch to my left shoulder or learn to use a tissue. Qiu would shyly snuggle closer to me and take the tissue from my hand.
Around 10 o'clock, Yang and Zhang got tired and went their separate ways. They each went home. Naturally, Yang took Zhang home, and I took Qiu home. Originally, Zhang and Qiu were going the same way as me; Zhang wanted me to comfort Qiu, and Yang wanted to take Zhang home alone.
"Let's walk back," Qiu's slightly hoarse voice came. "Oh, okay." Qiu took my arm, and we walked side by side, cars whizzing by, not affecting our snail's pace at all. After a moment of silence, I felt a small warmth rise in my heart. I was intoxicated, a gentle woman holding my arm, the two of us just strolling like that. If she had confessed back then, maybe we could walk like this every day. The touch on my arm disappeared, and then a small hand grabbed mine, interlocking our fingers. It swayed slightly with each step. "Feeling better?" I asked, looking at the girl beside me who had soaked my T-shirt with tears. "Yes, thank you. Your shoulder is very reliable." Qiu's lips curled up slightly, a smile in return. "What made you so sad?" I asked casually. "Nothing, do you have anything to do on the 11th? When are you planning to go back to Shanghai?" Qiu changed the subject. "I thought about it for a bit. I originally planned to go back to Shanghai on the 10th, but judging from her condition, it seems she needs to see me on the 11th." "I don't know, she needs to see me on the 11th?" "Yeah, can you fight?" "Fight? I can't. Did you ever see me fight in all three years of junior high?" I was curious why Qiu suddenly asked this. "If it's convenient on the 11th, come with me to 00, let's go fight." Qiu said casually, as if we were fighting a dead person, there was nothing to worry about. "Just me alone, or should we both go together?" I asked Qiu weakly. "You fight, I'll watch." Qiu's answer was simple, so simple it made me uneasy. "Oh. Okay." I also gave a simple answer that made me uneasy. Qiu looked at me unexpectedly. "Why don't you ask who you're fighting?" "Whoever, it can't be a cop, right? We've known each other for so many years, you can't hurt me. Besides, I'm an honest person, if I get arrested, I'll definitely expose you." I answered Qiu carelessly. "You guessed it, I'm going to beat up a cop." Qiu said, looking at me mischievously. "Ugh, sis, you're not asking me to beat someone up, you're asking me to be beaten up!" I was sweating bullets. "Don't worry, he won't fight back. I'll get a few more people to go with you." Qiu remained firm. "How badly?" I asked, hitting the nail on the head. "As long as he's not dead or crippled, you can beat him however you want without taking responsibility. With your hands, no weapons? What kind of look is that?" Qiu asked, looking at me. "The most poisonous heart is a woman's. Truly living up to the saying." I bowed respectfully, mimicking the ancients.
I agreed to Qiu's request, and in return, she told me a story, her story. From this story, I understood Qiu's current feelings.
Qiu and A met through friends, remained friends until they gradually became a couple. They had a deep emotional foundation. Qiu is a very good girl; I don't know how to describe her goodness to everyone, it's a matter of opinion. During this time, A brought up sex, which Qiu always refused. Later, feeling their relationship was clear, Qiu agreed to A's request. However, things took a sudden turn. Not long after their encounter, A started dating another girl and broke up with Qiu. Qiu said she was heartbroken; she had met the other girl and found her inferior in every way. How could A have chosen her? Negotiations failed, and thinking of her carefully cultivated first love being destroyed, Qiu was devastated and decided to seek revenge. Hearing Qiu's story, I was furious. How could there be such a man? Actually, it's not surprising, but what surprised me was that he was a public servant in a police uniform.
A few days later, Qiu invited me to a hotel swimming pool, where I met my senior brother. He was incredibly muscular, having honed his physique through swimming since childhood and later learning Taekwondo and Sanda. Seeing him, I felt completely at ease. I played in his pool for a while, discussed our plans, and then we parted ways.
The next day, I got up early and took the train to 00 with my senior brother and Qiu. The train arrived in City 00 at noon. A came to pick us up. I saw him at the station exit; he looked quite strong. He seemed righteous, not like the despicable person he'd done. We took a taxi together to find a place to eat, eventually having lunch at a foreign restaurant next to Starbucks. During the meal, A probably sensed that my senior brother and I were up to no good, so he went out and bought us a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. My senior brother didn't even glance at it. I did look, but I pulled out a pack of Zhonghua from my pocket and started smoking with my senior brother, refusing to take his cigarette. Heh, although I don't earn much, it's a coincidence that I have a lot of cigarettes in my drawer lately. I don't need your pack. We easily overcharged him. After lunch, we went to the Starbucks next door and ordered some cold drinks. Then we headed to a nearby KTV, I think it was called Jin Ge, but I can't remember. This was a last-minute arrangement. We originally planned to do it right after lunch, but then we thought that running a restaurant wasn't easy for foreigners, and it wouldn't be good to damage their property, so we chose to do it at the KTV. A private room, the soundproofing was excellent!
We sat in the private room and randomly ordered some songs. No one was really singing anyway; we were here to fight, not sing. Qiu and A wanted to talk privately; maybe Qiu was still hoping to win him back. They went to the tea bar outside, while my senior brother and I chatted in the private room. We ordered "Ip Man" to watch. We watched and waited. The longer we waited, the more uneasy I felt. "Senior brother, when the fight starts, you'll have to watch out for me. I've never been in a fight before," I said weakly. "Don't worry, I haven't fought in a long time either. Who'll be on whose side then is anyone's guess," my senior brother joked. I'm an honest person; I didn't realize he was joking. "Ah, this is too tragic! Maybe I should just go for it, senior brother! Don't worry about me when the fight starts; just go all out. I'll hold him off. So what if I get beaten to a pulp? I'm going all out!" With death looming over me, I started making grand pronouncements. They say alcohol emboldens cowards, but I hadn't been drinking, yet I dared to touch the tiger's butt. "Big Brother patted my shoulder. 'It's alright, brother. It's about time. Let's warm up.' He then stretched his arms and neck. 'Warm up?'" "I stared blankly at my senior brother." "Nonsense, if you don't warm up, you'll be covered in injuries after
the fight," my senior brother said with an air of seasoned experience. Helpless, I could only watch (Ip Man), and I tried to warm up my limbs like my senior brother. Just then, the movie showed Donnie Yen fighting the Japanese soldiers at the dojo. Not long after we finished warming up, Qiu and A returned. A ordered (Rainbow). "I'm sorry, Qiu, let's sing Rainbow one last time. Forget about me after you sing it," A said with a sorrowful expression. I must say, they collaborated very well. Qiu broke down in tears halfway through the song, while A barely managed to finish, then put down the microphone, got up, and left the room. I was stunned; A was already outside. I quickly looked at my senior brother, who gave me a look and continued comforting Qiu. I quickly followed. Good heavens, A was almost at the elevator! I put my arm around his shoulder. "Friend, you can't leave yet." My hand touched his shoulder, and my heart skipped a beat. The touch was firm; no wonder he did this kind of work. Looks like I'm in for a rough time today. "Friend, let me go," A pleaded in a low voice. "Let's go. I still have something to say to you, Senior Brother," I said, giving A a sharp tug and pulling him back.
Back in the private room, Qiu was crying in the corner, and Senior Brother was comforting her. I moved A to the middle, and I stood on the other side, flanking him with Senior Brother. "Just leaving like that? We didn't come here for this. Give me an explanation!" Senior Brother asked A. "Friend, I can only say I'm sorry, I can't explain it to you." "Then let me ask you, what are you going to do with Qiu?" Senior Brother seemed to be getting angry, his tone harsh. "I'm sorry, I don't want Qiu anymore," A answered firmly. Senior Brother glanced at me. "Don't want her anymore? You're just going to throw her away after you've had your fun?" "I'll punch you, you son of a bitch!" he said, throwing a punch straight at A's face. Since the senior brother had already joined in, I quickly followed. My reaction time is pretty fast; I reacted instinctively the moment the senior brother raised his hand. Just as the senior brother's punch landed solidly, my fist was already in mid-air. (Haha, I'm not bad at sniping in CF, my reaction time is just pretty fast.) A's reaction time wasn't slow either; the moment the senior brother's fist arrived, he had already covered his face with his arms. My fist landed on the back of his hand. I originally thought it would be difficult, but A didn't resist at all. Okay, since he's so polite, the senior brother and I won't hold back either. Pegasus Meteor Fist, left hook, right swing. Iron Palm, Black Tiger Heart Strike... (5,000 words of violent content omitted)
After the beating, I was breathing heavily, sitting on the side, panting. My senior brother wasn't much better off; A, who had been beaten, was also panting. Qiu had tried to intervene, but my senior brother blocked her from the sidelines. This was exhausting; I hadn't felt this tired even after playing two basketball games. "Do you know why I hit you?" my senior brother asked after his breathing calmed down. "Yes," A replied weakly. "Good. Now, let me ask you, what are you going to do with that girl?" "I'll break up with her when I get back. Qiu and her, I won't choose either of them," A said. "What? You don't want either of them? Okay. I was beating you for Qiu, now I'm beating you for that girl." My senior brother pounced on me again. I was so frustrated; I hadn't even caught my breath before my senior brother was acting like a madman. "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Qiu cried out, rushing to stop me. I threw Qiu onto the sofa. When A said he didn't want either of them, I was furious and exploded. Qiu, who was heavier than me, was easily thrown away by me. I pounced on A and started punching and kicking him... (5,000 words of violence omitted again).
After the beating, my senior brother helped Qiu walk away. I patted A on the back and said, "I hope you really understand why we beat you up. Otherwise, you'll get beaten up again later."
Leaving the KTV, my senior brother and I supported Qiu on either side. She was exhausted and couldn't stand; my senior brother and I had to carry her. On the way home, Qiu leaned against me and cried softly until she fell into a deep sleep. My senior brother looked at my pained expression and smiled understandingly. This T-shirt was really unlucky; Qiu got it wet again... Looking at the large wet patch on my chest, I sighed with despair. My right pinky finger was swollen. I hadn't warmed up properly. I even got injured while beating someone up...
After arriving at my hometown, my senior brother drove to pick up his girlfriend, and we all had dinner together. My senior brother vividly described the whole thing to his girlfriend, even clinking glasses with me at one point. "Qiu, your classmate is really something. He seems so gentle, but he's a real fighter. I'm not even sure I could pull you away with your build, but he just threw you out. Looks like he was really angry. I'll make him a friend. From now on, call me Senior Brother, just like Qiu did." Qiu gently rubbed my swollen little finger without saying anything. After dinner, Senior Brother and his girlfriend had other plans, leaving me and Qiu alone.
"Shall I take you home?" I asked, looking at Qiu who was holding my arm. "No, I'm not going home. My body is covered in bruises from you and Senior Brother. Mom will see them when I get home, and I don't want her to know. I don't want to make excuses to lie to her." Qiu looked at the bruises on her arm and answered worriedly. "Then where should we go? Where should we stay tonight? An internet cafe?" "Internet cafes smell of smoke, I don't like that. Let's get a room." Qiu suggested. "It's too early to get a room now. Let's find something to do." "I looked at my watch; the hour hand pointed to 8 o'clock.
Later, I went to a cheap movie theater and watched two movies before finally finding a hotel late at night. The waiter was quite rude; they clearly had double rooms available, but gave me a deluxe room. I thought there would be a sofa, so I agreed. But when I entered the room, there was only a large bed. Nothing else. 'Fine. No sofa? No need to argue. Let's sleep in the big bed together,' I said helplessly. Qiu's mood improved a bit, and she turned on the TV to find a channel. I didn't care about appearances and just took off my underwear and went to take a shower by myself. Anyway, we've known each other since junior high, and we're both adults. Everyone knows what's in our crotches, so there's no need to be shy. Besides, Qiu is a swimmer; she's seen plenty of things in the pool. After showering, I carelessly crawled into bed and continued showering. I clearly heard her lock the door after she closed it. Sigh, my reputation is still bad; people are wary of me. Qiu came out the same way she went in." She was wearing a cute dress today, which she said looked like pajamas, and she slept in it. I felt bad telling her to take it off, so I let her be. After showering, the bruises started to show, and I kept rubbing my little finger, complaining to Qiu about my misfortune. Qiu probably took it to heart, and kept apologizing. Finally, she rolled over and pinned me down, saying she wanted to give me a massage. My previously calm little guy almost went berserk when she pressed him down. I don't know if Qiu did it on purpose or not, but our private parts were in complete intimate contact. I suppressed my urge to transform. I endured until Qiu started giving me a back massage. As soon as she rolled over, I breathed a sigh of relief, freeing my little guy and letting him transform. Qiu sat on my buttocks, and I could feel her lower body getting hot. Qiu's massage was different from a regular massage; her technique was more reasonable, like an athlete's massage method. It felt quite comfortable afterward, at least I felt comfortable. But then Qiu thought of A and started sobbing. I pulled him over and offered him my shoulder. Qiu leaned on me and cried. I fell asleep without a care in the world. It was drizzling outside. Around two or three in the morning, a clap of thunder woke me. I found Qiu and I still embracing. I had fallen asleep from exhaustion, while she had cried herself to sleep. Looking at Qiu in my arms, her skin was fair, not beautiful, but still pretty, her face a little chubby. Qiu was still crying. I couldn't imagine how deep her pain was, that she could even cry in her sleep. I couldn't help but want to kiss her, but I held back and gently kissed her forehead. Sigh, a boyfriend once told me he lay in bed with a girl all night, doing nothing. I laughed at him. Now that it's happened to me, I can only lie there, too afraid to do anything. It wasn't dawn yet. I should go back to sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the weight in my arms was gone. Qiu was lying on the edge of the bed, sobbing softly. "Girl, aren't you tired? You've been crying all night. You cried yesterday, and you're still crying when I wake up." I have a bad temper when I wake up. I get a little grumpy if I'm not allowed to sleep in, or if I see something I don't like when I wake up. Qiu ignored me and continued working... I kept trying to comfort Qiu. We didn't check out until noon. After dropping Qiu off at home, I rushed home to get my luggage and returned to Shanghai.
From then on, Qiu frequently texted and called me. Every time I went home on vacation, I had to contact Qiu, and she would invite me to dinner or a movie. Sometimes she would even go with me to internet cafes with a smoky smell. Qiu always had a strange reason for inviting me. Once, I wanted to treat her to dinner to return the favor, but Qiu still paid the bill, saying, "Why don't you just treat me to a movie? A certain movie is out." Then the next time she would say, "You treated me to a movie last time, so I'll treat you this time..." And the time after that, she would say, "I treated you to a movie last time, but I didn't treat you to dinner, so I'll treat you to dinner this time..." "Qiu said I was the best person to her, so she had to be good to me too.
Once, Qiu made me a Japanese bento. I asked if it was a lovingly made bento, and she said no. I happily accepted it. That evening, I casually placed it on the dining table, and the next morning, my mom started nagging me: 'What is this? Who gave it to you? Is it a girl? How old is she? Where is she from? What does she do? Is she pretty? When is she coming over for dinner…' I looked at my watch; it was seven in the morning. 'Mom, let me sleep a little longer. I rarely get a day off; I just want to rest when I get home. Look how early it is!' 'Tell me about this girl, and I'll let you sleep.'" "Helpless, I had no choice but to sneak out early in the morning to go to an internet cafe...
I don't know if Qiu likes me, and I don't know if I like Qiu. My friends all say that we're not in a relationship, but it's like being in love. We're not married, but it's like being married. My friends always urge me to pursue Qiu, but I can only shake my head. Qiu is the same height as me, and I'm too insecure. Qiu is also a bit more robust than me. This combination doesn't seem right. Qiu occasionally asks me if I have a girlfriend, and tells me to show her if I do. From her words, I can't sense that she likes me...
At the beginning of this year, I started dating another female classmate from junior high school. I don't know if Qiu found out, but since then, she's texted less, called less, and when I go home for breaks, she doesn't bother me to go out for meals or movies anymore. Once, when we went to karaoke, when it was my turn to choose a song for her, she said she had something to do and got up and left. Now I'm still single, and so is Qiu." But things have gone back to the way they were before. Did she take me with her when she was forgetting A? Will I remind her of him? I once beat up a policeman for Qiu...
I really don't know if Qiu likes me. We're both Cancers, and we Cancers are very fragile, needing reassurance in love. Even if your feelings are expressed clearly, without the words "I love you," it's all uncertain for a Cancer. I can sense that Qiu likes me a little, maybe it's a crush from three years of middle school, but it's just a small crush. I don't know if she's as generous with love as I am. I'm afraid we won't even be able to be friends, so even when my friends urge me to, I choose to remain silent. Perhaps you, as viewers, can give me some advice. I hope you older sisters can tell me what's in Qiu's heart. You're all women, you should understand her better than I do.
To avoid leaving a bad impression, let me explain: I'm a good kid, a law-abiding citizen. I've only been in two fights in my life; the other time, someone hit me first, and I fought back. I'm not violent; I'm very gentle.
I didn't have enough time at lunchtime, so I only wrote half of it. I finished it after dinner, but I have to work overtime, so I won't be checking for typos. Sorry.

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