(Chapter I)
I was born in Bijie, a small county in Qianxinan Prefecture, where my father was a language teacher at the county middle school. Following in my father’s footsteps, I was admitted to the state capital teacher’s college after graduating from junior high school, determined to return to the county after graduation and become an honorable people’s teacher.
The days of studying at the teacher’s college were rather less tense than those in junior high school, and the freshness that I felt when I first joined the school had long since disappeared. Because it is located in a poor mountainous area, the children of farmers can not afford to pay for books, our class has very few students, even fewer girls.
A semester soon passed, did not read a lot of books, friends are made a few, the kind of iron, often talk together and drink, drinking farmhouse home-brewed rice wine, exchange of life’s feelings, to serve the people’s lofty ideals have gradually faded.
Final exams, I unexpectedly into the third place, the chest also gushed out a little bit of pride. Boss want me to treat, touching the helpless ticket money in my pocket, I spread my hands; boss see this, quickly said: “This time I treat, you next time.” And mysteriously said to take us to see the world (he is a local, and well-mixed). My heart surged with an inexplicable excitement and impulse, a premonition that something was going to happen.
(Chapter II)
After a quick drink at dinner, our group of four went to People’s Road, the busiest road in the state capital, where all the lights that could be lit on the street were already on, and the night food stalls were set up, and people poured out, either to eat or to play, and to enjoy the peace and prosperity of the world.
As I looked at the concrete and steel buildings lining the street and the attractive neon signs on them, I was bewildered and impulsive, wishing that I could just waltz in and take a look….
The boss took my wish and took us into one, arranged for us to sit down and wait a while while he handsomely contacted the business, then I went into a private room and a little girl came in and told me to lie down on a cot in the room.
The boss came in and told me it was their “state capital specialty” and to just enjoy it.
The soft saxophone playing in the room is Kim Carrey’s “Coming Home”, the same old, same old. The little girl moved a small stool sitting on the bed, began to do eye exercises for me, I now realize that doing eye exercises originally will be so cool. The little girl ten fingers slender, catkin gently brush, light fragrance, the ghost into the nose. In some points and will press hard, as if to put the fragrance into the depths of my memory.
The little girl’s deep and shallow massage techniques brought my body and soul to the warmth of spring, I have not even looked at her, just from the afterglow of a shoulder of hair and a long pink floral dress, which is enough, so beautiful!
The little girl never spoke to me, and I had no intention of ruining this wonderful mood. The catkin of the little girl rode on my vast plains to her heart’s content, slowly approaching the sensitive area, and my nerves tensed up.
Suddenly, like a cobra under attack, the dust root quickly and unyieldingly stood up, puffed out its cheeks redly and made its attack. Unable to help its “seven inches” has been the little girl in the soft with strong little hand firmly hold; say when it is too late, then fast, the little girl in another soft with strong little hand has been from the right road flanked by over, under the sea like the end of the moon like the end of the egg and meat and potatoes of me. When I opened my eyes, the little girl has agilely sat on the edge of the bed, leisurely kneading my root.
Looking into the clear pupils of her eyes, a hint of cunning flickered under her long lashes, but her rosy countenance looked so innocent. She is so innocent, I immediately born infinite regret, I can not have any evil thoughts about her motives. I greeted her kindly: “Having fun? Take your time…” I said, “Let’s have fun…” It was a three-handed thing anyway (I had tried it with my left hand and my right hand).
The little girl was proudly singing a little tune: “A gun in her left hand, a gun in her right hand, a stick in her mouth, yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee-yee. The contrast between the innocent expression of the little girl and the vulgarity of her language was so strong that it was easy to feel impulsive. Although her figure was close to that of an adult, there was still a clear sign of childishness on her face, and I suddenly felt that I was committing a crime… Before I could think about it any longer, there was already an enormous amount of warmth in my dantian, and it was like a volcano erupting, with hot magma pouring out, a little bit of which even hit the tip of her nose, which hadn’t been prepared for it! A little bit of it even sprayed onto the tip of her unprepared nose. I watched silently as the little girl cleaned up the battlefield with a face full of shame and embarrassment, for the sin I had committed and for the short three minutes I had spent there. short three minutes I had spent there.
On my way out the door, I looked back at the name of the store: “Jen Jen Beauty Salon”.
(Chapter III)
After a long winter vacation, I came to the state capital after New Year’s.
(to be continued)