Typesetting, reposting: poorboy without knowledge
Note: For the previous article by Shaan Jun, please see the article “Millennium New Year’s Eve London Experience” in the column of Brother 1999.
I met Han Xin on a train to Edinburgh.
Most Chinese students studying in the UK have to save money to travel to mainland Europe and Scotland. With Easter coming up and my company taking a four-day vacation, I decided to take a trip to Scotland. I yearn for Scotland, on the one hand, I want to enjoy the magical Highland scenery composed of ancient castles, mountains, lakes, bagpipes, whisky, lattice tweed, on the other hand, there is another reason is that Yuan Jinya is there.
Ever since I learned that Yuan Jin Ya had moved from Cardiff to Edinburgh for schooling, she has been on my mind all the time. I think she must have been very unhappy and left without saying goodbye. A beautiful radio presenter like her should have enjoyed all the favor at home, but instead she went to study abroad and suffered and even had to bear the pain, and my heart ached when I thought of this.
On the afternoon of April 0, 2000, after work, I simply packed my luggage and took the train to London Ealing Broadway Station, where I stayed overnight at the No. 51 military station of the Education Department of the Chinese Embassy, and then took the 8:30 train to Edinburgh from King’s Cross Station in the early morning of the next day.
When I woke up in the morning I saw the sun shining outside the window, but before I got on the train it was already cloudy and started to rain. It’s been a strange year in the UK this year, with temperatures not warming up for a long time into the spring. It even snowed in the north of England on Mother’s Day.
This rainy, cloudy weather was just the right answer to my depressed state of mind. There were quite a few people on the train. I was in the No. 6 car came up a group of Japanese girls occupied. This group of Japanese girls talk gibberish, look nervous, almost nothing with good looks, and many of them also looped legs.
There is a face of white women at first glance quite beautiful, a closer look at the face is actually very flabby, wrinkles on the lips. I wondered in the movie to see the Japanese girls one by one sweet and beautiful, how to see in real life Japanese girls are all some ugly women? I looked out of the window with no interest.
The train travels through the vast land of England, the sky with different shades of dark clouds rolling in layers, green meadows or wheat fields as far as the eye can see, sometimes there are large rapeseed blossoms yellow into the eyes, exquisite red houses or black thatched roof cottages reminds people of some old and fresh fairy tales.
As the train passed York station, a slim brunette with a backpack and shoulders came into the car I was sitting in, with thin eyebrows, a small red mouth, not very pale skin, but glowing and full of youthful vigor. This was clearly an Asian girl, probably Chinese.
She looked around for a seat, came to me and pointed to the empty seat next to me and said, “Is this seat taken?”
She flipped her tongue quickly, with the light playfulness of a young girl.
“No,” I said, surveying her with interest.
She then took off her backpack and put it on the luggage rack, then sat down and continued to look around, but did not look at me. Not two minutes, and stood up and took off the short black cotton top, put on the luggage rack, from the small backpack to take out a pack of Guangdong-made nine plums and a Wang Hai pigeon novel “hand in hand” read up.
The train began to move again, and the Gothic spires of York City Cathedral soon disappeared. I looked at the girl: a well-made, plum-colored, round-necked flannel coat tied into jeans, which made her already full breasts even more prominent and clear, a thin gold-plated necklace hanging around her neck, and a black mole that made her long, slender neck beautiful. She pedaled a pair of slender black half-heeled shoes, her right leg gracefully cocked on the left leg. Her black shawl hair was shiny and flowing, and her body was filled with the coveted air of fitness. She obviously sensed my scrutiny, the right corner of her mouth turned away, her eyes were fixed on the book, but the afterglow in the corner of her eyes was diffusing to me.
“Hey, where are you Chinese?” I said.
“Uh-? Oh, you’re Chinese too.” She turned her face, a thin smile on her face, her eyelids were well defined and her eyes were clear and bright, making my heart pound.
“Yeah, I’m from Shaanxi. Where are you from?”
“I’m from Tianjin.”
“Wow, Tianjin. We’re half a hometown. I graduated from Tianjin University. Are you studying in England now?”
“I’m doing my MBA at the University of Derby. just now I thought you were Japanese!”
“This is not strange, just came to England, especially lonely, see like Chinese people to go up to get close to, often climbed out of a Korean hometown. Later on, I got confused and didn’t even dare to recognize my own family.”
We both laugh. She smiles a big smile, showing her crushed jade teeth.
“Where are you going up to? Edinburgh?” She asked me.
“Yeah, traveling. How about you?”
“Me too. I’m going to–see my brother.” She bobbed her head a little, her eyes rolled playfully, and she pursed her lips in a happy smile. She spat out the last few words quickly.
“You go to school in Derby, how do you get on the train from here?”
“One of my English classmates lives in York, and yesterday she dragged me to York for half a day and stayed at her house for the night.”
“Oh, so. You liked the novel?” I asked.
“Hmm. I’ve seen the TV series ‘Holding Hands’ and bought the novel when I came to England, so I read it when I’m free.”
“I’ve seen the TV series twice, and it’s really well done, making ordinary people’s children’s stories thrilling.
The theme music is also good, evocative and beautifully poignant. Several of the main actors were very life-like and spot-on. The actor who played Wang Chun was nothing famous, but very out of character.” I said.
“Yes, that’s right, you put into words all the feelings I couldn’t express. What was the name of that actor who played Wang Chun? Called…”
“Yu Fei Hong.”
“Yes, it’s Yu Fei-hong.” She gave me an excited appreciative look and said, “Not much theater, great acting.”
Wang Chun is a pretty Xiamen girl in “Hand in Hand” who goes to Beijing to work, falls in love with a married man and becomes pregnant with his child. Later on, she eventually leaves Beijing sensibly and beautifully so as not to jeopardize the family harmony of the male lead.
I soon found a common topic with this girl. Through small talk, I know her name is Han Xin, last year from the Tianjin Shihua University Foreign Language Department graduated from the self-funded to read MBA in the U.K. Her brother graduated from the Tianjin Sports Institute, in 89 years, to get a national publicly funded indicators to the U.K. Loughborough University to study sports management, and then overdue, bouncing around a number of places, and is now in Edinburgh to work. She said her brother did not know she was going to Edinburgh, she wanted to give him a surprise. It seems she loves her brother and has a strong sibling bond.
Han Xin speaks Mandarin very quickly and does not have a Tianjin accent. The end of her speech was often upward, like the Mandarin spoken by women in Hong Kong and Taiwan, somewhat whiny. This is a modern disease of many northern girls, but also through the sweetness of her level of girls feel good about themselves. She smiled without a cover, very bright, like a childish child, but the bumpy figure is fully embodied in the mature woman’s pretty. This kind of aggressive femininity makes me secretly marvel.
Around 1:00 PM, the train pulled into Edinburgh Waverley Station. Han Xin and I took the north exit and walked up the stairs into the famous Princes Street. Even though it was Good Friday and many stores were closed, Princes Street was still crowded with people, mostly tourists, I think. Apparently, it had just rained, so Princes Street was damp and clean.
The sky is a large mass of very low pressure clouds like the thawing of the glacier slowly moving, occasionally in the cloudy sky between a blue as a wash of the canopy, very dazzling. Located on the volcanic rock of the dark brown Edinburgh Castle stands in the air above the southwest of the Prince Street, the crags of the Prince Street garden is full of flowers, purple and red, very chic to the heavy old castle and the light and bright modern commercial areas linked together.
“Wow, it’s spectacular!” Han Xin exclaimed. Before getting off the train, she made a point of applying lipstick in the small mirror again, her cherry red lips and bejeweled teeth were delicate and sexy, the breeze blew a few strands of black hair onto her cheeks, and her pair of bright eyes rippled, making her flavorful.
“Yes, it is beautiful!” I said in a double entendre.
“I guess we have to say goodbye. Thank you, I’ve had a great ride!”
“Are you going to be okay on your own? Do you want me to give you a ride?” I asked with concern, I really didn’t want her to go so fast.
“No problem, my brother lives in the Old Town, not far from Edinburgh University. I’ll find it.”
“Well then, good luck!” I held out my hand in a very nautical manner. Han Xin gently shook it with me with her thin fingertips, smiled sweetly, and twisted away.
I watched Han Xin walk east along Prince Street for a short while, then turned right onto North Bridge.Her legs were long, her buttocks were rounded and plump, and the beauty of her legs was that they were slightly separated to the upper part, and they were not very tightly fitted, but this did not affect the comprehensive beauty she gave off. The flaws in the jade make her real and easy to look at.
She never looked back, and I think she must have known that there were eyes watching her.
It was a long time before I turned my head in frustration and headed west. I first needed to find a place to stay, and naturally, I didn’t dare to ask for the luxurious star-rated hotels on Princes Street. After leaving Prince Street and continuing westward, there were more and more B&Bs (Bed and Breakfast, a kind of small family-style hostel) on both sides of the road, and I asked seven or eight of them in a row, but they had no vacancy, and I was told that I needed to book a long time in advance.
An old lady told me that there was a large hotel in Haymarket at the west end of Princes Street, which was quite cheap, so I turned back and found this inn. This is an interlocking hotel with more than 200 branches in the UK, named Travel Inn, all rooms are family housing, uniform design, uniform layout, uniform rates, which can sleep a couple plus two children. Sure enough, there are still rooms available, the room rate of 46.95 pounds a day, for me to receive 410 pounds a month living allowance for high-visiting is still expensive, but in view of its location in the center of the city and the concept of the poor and rich, I still opened a room.
After packing up, it was nearly 3:30 p.m. I walked up the hill to Edinburgh Castle, £7 a ticket.
I took a picture with two Scottish guards in black tweed skirt uniforms, red-trimmed high-waisted white socks, and tweed hats, and entered the castle gates. Built on extinct volcanic rock 300 or 400 million years ago, this ancient castle complex is a dark brown color, with many parts blackened and sticky from time-honored exposure to the elements, diffusing a medieval gloom. As a symbol of Scotland, the castle has seen hundreds of pagan women burned alive as “witches”, experienced a two-year siege by enemy forces and the destruction of artillery, the English long-time territorial covetousness and Scotland’s own court rivalry, religious conflict entanglement, so that it carries countless historical changes and life’s unpredictability. The
Along the narrow staircase I entered the Crown Room in the Palace and saw the Scottish Crown made of gold in a glass case, the King’s scepter, and the Coronation Stone, which was returned from England in 1996, and which, in the eerie light of the room, was embellished with the arrogance of the past in a hushed manner.
I entered the southeast corner of the palace in a stifling hut, in this very inconspicuous hut in the history of Scotland’s most romantic and most tragic Queen Mary on June 19, 1566 gave birth to King James VI of Scotland and King James I of England. Succeeding to the throne six days after her birth, Mary experienced much sorrow and hardship in her 45 years of life, which were characterized by stormy times. She was sent to France at the age of 5 to escape from the English, and later married the Dauphin of France. In 1560, Mary’s French husband died of illness, and in 1561, at the age of 19, Mary returned to her homeland to become Queen.
The young Queen Mary was generous, kind and beautiful, but at the same time she was also a woman who delayed her lust. Her amorous beauty made her sensual and attractive, but it also doomed her to the tenderness that was taboo for a king. 1565, at the age of 23, Mary married her cousin, Lord Darnley, who was four years younger than her. The prodigal Lord Darnley, cynical about Mary’s intimacy with her private secretary, Leroy, murdered Leroy in front of her when she was six months pregnant.
Two months after the murder of Lord Darnley in 1567, Mary married Lord Boswell, who was deeply involved in the murder. The marriage to Lord Boswell, a good-looking but notorious playboy, created such an uproar in Scotland, which had been shaken by religious conflict, that Queen Mary was forced to abdicate in favor of her newborn son, and five years of civil war began in Scotland.
Mary fled to England to join her cousin, Queen Elizabeth I, who was unmarried for life, but the overbearing Queen Elizabeth I imprisoned Mary for 20 years because she had the same right of succession to the throne of England, and eventually beheaded her and put her to death. Mary’s son, King James VI, did not even make a formal protest when King Elizabeth I agreed to execute his mother in 1587 so that he could also inherit the throne of England.
When Elizabeth I died in 1603, King James VI hurried to London and inherited the throne of England. Inside the Royal Palace, Queen Mary’s life is reflected through figurative paintings, and the background music is blunt and bleak. Red face, a natural beauty, elegant and charming Scottish woman was so in the whirlpool of lust and the king’s power was mercilessly buried.
I was depressed, sighing out of the palace to the old fortress. It was almost 6 o’clock in the evening and there were very few visitors. The sky was drizzling again, and the Georgian new town and the medieval old town were both hidden in a smoky haze. I walked out of the castle and followed the Royal Road, which slopes down to the east. The stone paved road is as jagged as the spinal cord of the old town, on which princes and noblemen have walked for centuries with royal dignity and history.
On either side of the road were sandstone houses or church palaces, with occasional winding alleys and lanes that reached like sensitive nerves into the secrets of Edinburgh. My heart was heavy with melancholy and antiquity, and I let the rain dampen my hair and clothes. At the end of the road is the Holyrood house palace, it is time to close, I will be outside to examine the palace.
Queen Mary lived here after returning to Scotland from France, when her second husband, Lord Darnley, ordered his men to stab her closest private secretary, Leroy, 56 times in Mary’s bedchamber. That must have been an extremely horrific night for the young and beautiful Queen Mary, whose tears and sorrow have soaked into every stone of the palace for centuries, flowing like this nightly rain. It seemed to me that Queen Mary, who had longed for a peaceful and happy life with beauty and poetry, could not sleep at night, and was weeping… I really heard the sound of weeping under a black rose just outside the palace walls. Was it a dream come true? Was it the ghost of Queen Mary? The tragedy of Queen Mary made my wrists ache, and even if it were her ghost I would embrace it with affection. I walked forward and saw a familiar figure I met on the train in Tianjin girl Han Xin sobbing alone.
“Han Xin, what’s wrong? Why are you here?” I was surprised.
Han Xin abruptly froze, looked at me, and turned her face away to cry sadly, she did not answer how I asked.
I just stood beside her hand and foot, thinking that if she was going to be here all night, then I would stay with her all night.
After a while, I touched her shoulder and whispered, “Don’t cry. Are you hungry? Find a place to eat something, okay? I got off the train until now has not eaten it, you do not want to see me starve to death. Let’s go.”
She still didn’t speak, but followed me like a helpless child.
When we got to a bar that serves food on the north side of North Bridge, I said, “Why don’t we just get something to eat here?”
Still silent, she glanced inward with tears glistening and headed inside. I think she must have a deep sadness weighing on her heart, and the dark and cozy environment of the bar helped her to drain her heart of its bitterness. I ordered two of the pub’s specialty platters and two pints of beer. I could see that Han Xin wasn’t much of a drinker, and she frowned as she took several sips in one go, her face quickly flushing.
“If you can’t drink, don’t drink.” I told her with forced composure.
She suddenly opened her mouth, “Would you like to hear my story?”
I stared into her tear-stained eyes and nodded: “Tell me about it, maybe things aren’t as unbearable as you think.”
Under the ambiguous light of the bar, the hidden inner world of a young woman was opened to me. With her intermittent, obscure and twisted narration, a picture that is true and yet beyond human reasoning unfolded in front of me.
In a high-ranking family in Tonglou, Tianjin, China, there is a pair of half-brothers and half-sisters who are 13 years apart in age.
In 1989, at the age of 25, my brother was sent to Loughborough University in England to study sports management, and my sister, who was only 12 years old, was in junior high school. After the completion of his studies, his brother tried every possible means to stay in the United Kingdom and traveled all over the world to make a living, and the farewell was six years.
In the summer of 1995, after leaving the country, my brother returned to visit his family for the first time, and the siblings were able to see each other again.
At this time, suffered from the foreign insertion forging 31-year-old brother has become a robust and mature man, and the former silly sister also by the yellow hair girl out into a pavilion of 18-year-old girl. Has understood the flavor of the sister like a ripe peach like the sweet smell. The long period of separation has diluted the sense of kinship between the siblings, and the change in each other has triggered a pure admiration for the opposite sex. Busy parents leave the task of accompanying the older brother to the younger sister.
Just finished the college entrance examination of the sister’s mood is exceptionally light and bright, accompanied by his brother to visit the food street, shopping persuasion field and even visit friends, love to wear a red dress sister charmingly holding brother’s sturdy arm, long legs and fine heeled sandals in the feet of the sexy and charming, she is often mischievous to the rich meaty breasts on the brother’s broad body, beautiful sister is very confident in their own charm. 95 years. The summer in Tianjin was exceptionally hot, and the odor of a mature woman on her sister’s body poured into her brother’s nostrils uncontrollably through her sweat glands, harassing every nerve in his body.
One wan and drowsy noon, my sister was sound asleep in her boudoir, with only the sound of a robin outside her window to guard the peace. Sleeping sister felt a rough hand touch, the hand single-handedly from her pink nightgown under the stretch to her legs, caressing her delicate thighs and soft pussy, this is the 18-year-old sister’s first time by the opposite sex of the real caress, that kind of feeling is too good to be true, half-sleeping half-awake sister saw her brother’s face burned red with lust, the fear makes her want to cry out, but the itch makes her thirsty, the aunts of the family will sleep downstairs, the noise will only make it worse. The aunt of the house was sleeping downstairs, and making a noise would only make it worse.
The expanding lust of an eighteen year old girl was taking over. The broad bar of her brother’s mouth took hold of her cherry, and the taste of tobacco and beer flavored her masculine breath turned her on more and more, her lower body oozed nectar, and a sense of uncontrollable indulgence caused her to reach out with her wet tongue to lick and fiddle with her brother’s blazing lips and tongue. A lingering numbness spread throughout her body like a rash, and she feebly allowed the large hand to remove her lacy pink panties, her pussy’s thick juices running down to her perineum and dripping onto the cooler as a dreamy moan escaped her throat.
My brother pressed into my sister’s body, and after probing her tender, narrow hole with his thick, hot prick, he plunged in. A hot pain made her lose her voice “ah”, brother stopped moving.
After a while, when the sister slightly calmed down, brother began a slow thrusting action, gradually, the pain of the spike was swollen itch covered, brother’s pubic hair like a stiff mane stimulating the sister’s pussy nucleus, as if by the furry kitten scratching. Under his brother’s robust and powerful impact, his sister’s petite body like a weak willow in the wind shrugged lewdly, her mouth was messy, and her pussy was flooded with nectar, making a stained watery sound.
Brother and sister both sweating, brother’s pounding faster and faster, penis in the sister’s virginity continues to heat and swell, sister’s pussy lips with the thrusting like a flower closed and bloomed, sister was overwhelmed by a never experienced lustful pleasure, brother with a rigid mouth to seal the sister’s moans are getting louder and louder, sister’s slender hands tightly pinched brother’s thick shoulders, the heart of the flower there is a liquid like piss incontinence a leak out. The brother also shot a stream of semen into his sister’s vagina after a few strokes immediately afterward.
The brother and sister were dizzily embracing each other, with the brother’s thick penis still hard in his sister’s delicate bush, not seeing any softening. After about ten minutes, brother will penis pulled out, a pile of sticky liquid with sister virgin red flow out. 18-year-old sister first tasted the pleasure of orgasm, both panic and excitement. All afternoon she savored every detail of her midday experience, and her engorged pussy stayed wet.
In the evening, the parents came back, the family watched TV together, feeling full of life and complacent parents did not see the siblings strange.
When she went to bed, her sister was hot and tossed and turned, afraid of her brother’s intrusion, but fond of the sensations. As her parents snored next door, she removed her own panties and ran her fingers lightly over her labia, which were once again dripping with juices.
Her boudoir was gently pushed open, a tall figure like the devil pressed toward her, lifting the towel she covered, because of the excitement of excitement as she was like a cold shivering, her legs could not help but spread apart, but the brother came to his mouth to lick his sister’s clitoris with his rough tongue, and then drilled his tongue into her slippery hole to suck the liquid inside, the first time I tasted the forbidden fruit of the sister that can not stand this kind of teasing, the body has long been limp as mud. Her body had already gone limp like mud, and her vagina was like a million ants crawling inside.
Seeing will be sister desire fire, brother only unhurriedly that thick rod into her vagina, incest stimulation and extremely repressed not to make a sound so that the sister extraordinarily excited, she stretched out delicate fingers stroking the root of the brother’s penis, tender buttocks as long as the brother’s pubic penis as wriggling, the wonderful girl’s nectar flowed out in a steady stream, will be the brother’s thick pubic hair dipped in a sticky piece.
In the summer of ’95, when desire spread wildly, the brother’s rough reclamation of his sister’s virginity activated the volcano of his sister’s carnal desires, and the two siblings made love many times as if they were stealing drugs. Sometimes two or three times a day. Nourished by male semen, my sister’s face looked like a peach blossom every day, her legs and buttocks exuded an unmistakable sexual message, and her light skirt made intercourse easy.
Once in the evening in the concert hall after enjoying the symphony, brother and sister came to a street garden, the breeze, brother sat on a stone bench, sister like a little lover wrapped around the brother’s thick neck, sitting in his brother’s lap, under the thin skirt of the brother’s thick hard penis like a small stake in the sister’s cunt, the sister kissed his brother on the mouth, gently twisted hips, and finally the brother in the sister’s bush like a fountain shooting straight out. In this way, the 31 year old strong brother made the 18 year old pregnant sister enjoy sexual pleasure to the fullest.
After her brother returned to England and her sister went to college, her sister missed those soulful moments and longed for sex, but the self-righteous brats around her age didn’t interest her in the least, and she thought that only her brother could satisfy her. She began to learn how to masturbate, imagining her brother’s thick cock and hot panting in the darkness as she climaxed over and over again.
She asked her brother to take care of the formalities for her to come to the UK to study, and came to the UK as soon as she graduated from university. On the flight to the UK, she was excited about the upcoming encounter with her brother, and upon arrival at the airport she warmly embraced her brother, whose familiar body odor immediately caused her to find the same tangible sensation that she had four years ago, just as a stream of heat erupted from her lower body in the lobby of Termial3 at Heathrow Airport.
That night, after arriving in Derby by bus, the siblings stayed up almost all night, this time it was the younger sister who took the initiative, provoking her brother time and again to insert the hot, sinewy rod into her springy vagina. In an unfamiliar environment far from her parents and far from her homeland, there was no need to deliberately cover up her lifelong companionship with her brother for the sake of sexual pleasure.
But when she tries to get together with her brother in Edinburgh for the New Year holidays, he says he has to go to Europe to take care of business, so her dreams are dashed. She then feels her brother withdrawing and intuitively suspects that he is in love with someone else.
This afternoon, when she suddenly appeared at her brother’s apartment, she really saw him with a small, Cantonese-speaking woman in her thirties who had high cheekbones and breasts, sharp eyes and a shrewish look. Her brother took the excuse of showing her the surroundings and told her outside that he was going to marry this woman.
My brother has been in the UK for 10 years, but due to professional constraints, he has not been able to find a formal job, and he is still holding an official passport and has not been granted permanent residency in the UK. The British woman who divorced her husband owns a Chinese restaurant in Edinburgh, and marrying her could solve his identity problem. My brother said that he had been in the UK for ten years and that he could no longer be inhuman, and that his sister was a beautiful and lovely girl who would surely be able to find a good boyfriend.
The infatuated sister, jealous and heartbroken, begged, argued and scolded, but her brother’s intention to go was set.
Her dream of breaking through all the worldly barriers and boldly pursuing her dream was shattered, and the sky was darkened as if the world was coming to an end.
Her brother begged her not to get too emotional, or else the woman would see the cracks and he’d have to struggle again.
Feeling that her instrumental brother was so pitiful and contemptible, her sister said negatively, “I’m not going back with you, I’ll go back to Derby at once, and you go and be your Englishman!” She turned and ran away, hoping that her brother would catch up with her and return to her.
When she realized that her brother had not followed her after all, she was utterly disappointed. She walked alone, weeping…
Han Xin finally finished her amazing love story, and tears once again clouded her eyes. I didn’t think that the sensational plot that I could only see in novels or movies could actually happen to such a living, breathing, beautiful girl, and it didn’t seem to match her breezy, pretty appearance. But I warned myself that I could not measure myself against my limited experience, and that anything could happen in the space of life beyond our perception. So I showed the calmness and heaviness of someone who has seen a lot of things, and I said to Han Xin slowly and carefully, “This is indeed a beautiful and sad story. First of all, I thank you for trusting me and telling me the secret of your heart. I understand your sadness, but I still say, maybe things are not as unbearable as you think. Having given your traditionally valued first time to your brother and enjoyed sexual pleasure from him, you developed a sense of loss of self and dependence on him, a feeling so strong that you irrationally rejected others, thus making you even more dependent on him. It’s a weird circle. Okay, I know what you want to say, I believe you have real feelings for your brother, or that you truly love him, but do you think that this kind of love can really make you stay together for a long time? We Chinese have a lot of inner inhibitions, not to mention that this kind of love is considered unethical anywhere in the world? After all, your brother was sensible and made a realistic choice, which probably saved both of them. Let’s think about it another way, and allow me to be open and honest, the world is so big that if there are barriers to this kind of love, why don’t we seek love without barriers? Is it true that no one but your brother can give you sexual pleasure? We haven’t known each other for a long time, but I can tell that you are a tasteful, open-minded, intelligent and beautiful girl, very pleasing to the eye, and I think you will rise above yourself and find true love.”
Han Xin’s worried face eased, and her eyes shone brightly when I spoke of her beauty and loveliness. I don’t know how effective my words were, but I’m sure that by the time she had finished telling me her story, her inner depression had diminished considerably. Listening patiently to someone who is in pain is going to work faster than enlightenment.
She hemmed and hawed, “Actually, I feel sorry for him, being in his 30s and still working abroad… Do you… do you think I’m a bad girl who’s shameless?”
“How come. The pursuit of sex is as human as eating. If you love each other and don’t harm others, why not? Don’t get carried away again, believe that time is the best doctor, you’re still young and I’m sure you’ll outgrow yourself.”
“Thank you, without you, I don’t know what I would have done tonight…” said Han Shin, her eyes glistening with tears again.
“Okay, okay, you’re a pretty girl, but if you keep crying, you’ll be ugly and no one will like you. You don’t have a place to stay tonight, do you? Listen to me, I’ll arrange it for you. Let’s go.”
Han Xin and I went out of the bar onto Princes Street. In the light of the drizzling rain, the lights of Princes Street were dimmed, and the magnificent Edinburgh Castle floated in the air like a heavenly spectacle under the green light, as if showing the vicissitudes of history and the tenacity of life to the vast universe.
We walked to the statue of Sigurd in the middle of Princes Street, where, under a Gothic canopy of black oiled stone, Sigurd, the great Scottish writer, stayed with his dog, facing north and gazing fondly at the Scottish Highlands, his beloved homeland, which haunted him. There were young people milling about in twos and threes on Princes Street, speaking different languages.
A dark-haired, dark-eyed, pale-skinned girl spread her arms wide and recited under the statue of Scott his famous poem.
┅Landof brown heat hands haggy wood, Landof the Mountain and the flood,Landof my sires! What mortal hand Caneer unite the filial band That knits me to That knits me to thyruggedstrand!… Her companions called out a good whistle.
“What a dreamy and romantic city! Life may be short, but how rare it is to learn to cherish and enjoy every day of life!” I couldn’t help but marvel.
Come to Edinburgh in just ten hours, the ancient Queen Mary and the present-day Han Xin girl’s story as if with a mysterious source of the deed in my good sense of the heart unexpectedly met, deep love to look at. For love and obsessed, for love and fascinated, for love and tired, this is a beautiful woman sentimental constant chant. Whether in the past, present or future, women can never walk out of the flower path of love or quagmire. What about men? I pity, all around with love, I am what kind of man?
I turned my head and suddenly realized that Han Xin was secretly surveying my face, with the attention of an innocent woman to a person of the opposite sex and the worry of a secret heart. My turn of the face made her pining for defense, her eyes wandered a few times and dropped her face. I laughed at my own forgetfulness, and felt a great deal of pity for Han Xin’s predicament.
I cupped her face with both hands and looked her straight in the eyes and said softly, “Silly girl, don’t be so worried all the time! Smile, or I’ll sit on the floor and bawl.”
Han Xin pursed her lips and made a smile in sorrow, and I brushed her drenched hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead right there.
Han Xin and I walked shoulder to shoulder back to room 406 of the Travel Inn in Haymarket where I was staying.
I used my magnetic card to open the door of the room. The yellow-colored room was clean and neatly decorated, and the warm light gave people a comfortable and cozy feeling.
“It’s okay, just order whatever you want. We’re poor foreign students anyway, so let’s make do with what we’ve got. You sleep on the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“Quite all right. I’m sorry to trouble you.” Han Xin said nasally, her tone sounding like a child who had just cried and couldn’t regain her normalcy for a moment.
She took off her backpack and removed her outer covering, revealing the thin plum-red flannel coat again, which instantly brought the room to a bright and vibrant life. She used a rather strong perfume that went straight to my olfactory cells and catalyzed a hardening sensation in my lower parts.
I told her to take a shower first, and to relieve her of her embarrassment, I said I would go downstairs and look for some promotional material describing the tourist attractions.
I sat in the lobby of the hotel and smoked two cigarettes, combing through the thoughts of the day. Returning to the room, I saw Han Xin wearing a pink nightgown was combing her long wet hair with her head tilted, her bare cheeks flushed with the redness of a hot bath, refreshingly lovely as a lotus flower, and a girl’s body odor wafted through the room.
“Pretty quick wash, you.” I had no words.
She smiled shyly and looked very peaceful. I also went into the bathroom to take a shower, and when the thin column of water from the shower head hit my penis in a marvelous way, it immediately hardened, and I think it had something to do with Han Xin’s odor.
I just kissed her forehead when she obediently bear, and her secret observation of me was I recognized the panic, so that I understand what I need to do next. I put on my pants and shirt and went out of the bathroom, and saw her sitting intently on the edge of the bed watching TV, her long legs exposed all the way to the top of her knees, her toenails leaking kohl-red feet sexy and pretty. She watched Channel5 broadcast a series called “Red Shoe Diary” TV series, the film depicts all the mature, beautiful, educated women in their twenties and thirties on the desire for sex and obsession, the female protagonist one more than one sexy and charming, from beginning to end throughout the loving and lustful music.
“What are you looking at?” I asked deliberately, and Han Xin’s neck went red, but she kept the last vestiges of a pretty girl’s vanity intact with meaningful silence. I stood in front of her, her eyes still fixed on the TV, but the slight fluttering of her eyes betrayed her panic. I lifted her pointed chin and she closed her eyes slightly, her cherry lips opening thirstily.
I kissed her sweet lips as she wrapped her arms around my waist and lay down on the bed. I kissed her lips, her eyes, her earlobes, and the pretty black mole on her neck; she kissed my mouth, my cheeks, and my neck.
I took off my shirt, my bare chest crushing her bulging breasts through the sheer nightgown, Han Xin’s snorting getting heavier and heavier, the breath coming out of her mouth starting to burn. My left hand went in through the hem of her nightgown, caressing her smooth and delicate breasts, she stuck her slender tongue inside my mouth swinging it like a little snake, I pressed my ring finger and thumb against her left and right nipples respectively and gently rubbed them up, faster and faster.
Her nipples hardened, her body began to tremble slightly, her right hand couldn’t wait to unzip my pants, reached in and first grabbed my penis through my underwear, and then quickly reached in from the side of my underwear and took hold of my already hard rod, she used her index, middle and ring fingers to hold my penis, her thumb gently rubbed the glans area, a pearl itch like electric current radiated through my spine to my brain. The first time I saw her, a jackal-like gasp escaped from my mouth.
My left hand began to move down to her panties, which had long since been soaked with thick vaginal juices, and I continued to rub her pussy lips through her panties, her wet panties sinking deep into the opening of her vagina, and she began to moan with abandon.
As I continued to kiss her mouth, I unbuckled my belt and removed my pants and underwear, my thick penis popped out like a demon being released, I grabbed off Han Xin’s lacey pink panties, roughly parted her white and tender thighs, and lightning fast plunged my penis straight into her bush. -She “heh”. She opened her mouth wide with a “heh” sound, as if she was shot, and we both lost our voices at the same time, and the scene was frozen.
It suddenly came into my mind that on the day she lost her virginity, Han Xin was wearing a pink nightgown and pink panties with lace, and she had been treasuring this set of intimate undergarments that witnessed her transformation from a girl to a woman, with a view to arousing her brother’s madness of the old days. What a painstakingly silly girl! With infinite compassion, I began to stir my rod clockwise in her hot cunt.
Our pubic bones pressed together, her thick pubic hair tangled and rubbed against mine, her body squirming slowly with me as she grabbed the hem of her nightgown with both hands and pulled it off upwards, it brought out her hair and spread it out on the bed, her bouncy breasts exposed and gently quivering, her nipples standing erect like pink flower stalks. I held her hands in a cross-fingered grip and pressed her arms back against her head, my chest pressing against her full breasts.
My penis switched to churning counterclockwise in her vagina, and the constant flow of secretions made her vaginal opening very sticky and slippery. Her beautiful eyes were blushing, and her white breasts had small red spots on them. Her little mouth was begging for my mouth, and she used her fine tongue to send sweet juices into my mouth.
My cock began to thrust, each of my thrusts triggered a moan of pleasure that was hard to suppress in her throat, and a juicy, lush, staining sound from her lower parts. After hundreds of thrusts, I had the desire to cum, but I didn’t want to end it right away, I pulled out my penis and started to poke my fingers into her little hole, first my middle finger, then my index finger, and finally even my ring finger, the mucus from Han Xin’s plump labia smeared all over my hand. Her face appeared a kind of tense look like baring her teeth, hissing and inhaling, her slender fingers rubbed in the grass on her pubic mound for a while, and then reached into her mouth and licked, so that I could not wait to rub this demonic slut into pieces and tear it apart.
I rolled her over onto her back, standing with her legs in a figure-eight at the edge of the bed, my skeletal shoulders bent at the elbows and crouched on the bed, and inserted my slightly rested cock into her cunt from behind. This position gave me the sensation of penetrating deep into her entrails and a clear view of my rod moving in and out and the roll of her labia.
I grabbed her waist and started thrusting hard, my thighs hit her fleshy buttocks, making a “popping” sound, Han Xin supported her upper body with one arm, and the other hand reached out from between her two pushed legs and grabbed my testicles and kneaded them, as I stopped my desire to ejaculate just now, my penis became more and more thick and hard as iron, and I stood on the low bed with my right leg and left leg still standing on the carpet. I stretched my right foot on the low bed, my left foot still standing on the carpet, rubbing and holding her sagging breasts with both hands, and pounding closer to Han Xin’s center of the flower.
“Hi… Hi… Hi… Hi… I’ll fuck your ass…” I gritted my teeth and grimaced.
“So… so hard ohh… ohh… ohh… ohh… ohh… ah…” Han Shin’s swinging hair was too much to bear.
I felt a shiver run through her ass and her vaginal opening juices overflowed down the roots of her legs, obviously reaching an orgasm.
But I didn’t stop moving, I tried desperately to lock in the desire to cum, prolonging the ravishment of this delicate woman.
In the drizzly, dreamy city of Edinburgh, the strange experience of invading the flavorful flesh of a beautiful woman has made me extraordinarily aroused, and I want to shake her paranoid dependence on Han Xin and her brother with my fierce thrusts, so that she will feel the heavenly pleasure of sex beyond the heavens.
I squeezed her buttocks, dabbed my glans with her pussy juices and nudged at her daisy-like anal opening, trying to penetrate her asshole, but the position made her anus contract so tightly that the attempts and times were unsuccessful.
I made her lie down on the bed again, then grabbed her feet and lifted her legs up, and this time I pushed my rod into her anus, and she screamed, “Ouch… Ouch…”
I gasped and said, “I’ll be comfortable soon.” Sure enough, her anus began to secrete fluids that lubricated my thrusts.
“This is my first time… it’s so chic. You’re killing me!” She continued to knead my balls as I double-barreled my left thumb into her pussy, making “plop, plop, plop” noises.
Her anus was much tighter than her vagina, stimulating my cock in all directions, and after about 70 or 80 thrusts, I was marred by, my face twisted and contorted, and with a yell I shot my hot semen into Han Xin’s stomach.
Han Xin, on the other hand, was ravaged by me to the point of orgasm, with a steady stream of cunt juice like incontinent piss.
This love making was over an hour long and we both went limp on the bed.
Han Xin kissed my mouth, murmured: “You’re great, I really comfortable.” After a while, she pushed me and said: “Get up, wash it.” Like a child, she took me to the bathroom.
The two of us stood in the bath tub, Han Xin first used the shower head to rinse my penis, extremely careful to use her delicate hands to scrub for me, and mischievously scrutinized my glans, she also used her nails to scratch my anus and perineum area with itchy, my penis immediately got hard again; I rubbed my hand to scrub her pubic mound for her, and my fingers intentionally gouged her slit, and she also became aroused, and her body pressed straight to me.
I spread her lips, and sprayed her flower center with a long time with a thin jet of water from the shower head, her cheeks blushed again, and the white secretion inside her vagina went down her legs with the flow of water. She sat me down on the edge of the tub and squatted down to take my cock in her mouth, and while she was enjoying mouthing my sausage, she was squeezing my balls with her fingertips, stopping often to lick the small eye of my glans with the tip of her tongue. I rubbed her breasts and felt overwhelmed.
After a long time, Han Xin held my penis in her hand to set up, the warm tip of the tongue rotating lick my engorged purple glans, she properly accelerated the speed of the set, my penis is getting bigger and bigger and more and more hard and standing tall, and finally in her mouth a leak, Han Xin calmly swallowed my milky white semen.
We rewashed and went to bed. I floor Han Xin’s limp body and kiss her mouth. The relaxation and comfort after indulging in lust made me unable to open my eyes. I asked her dreamily: “Silly girl, why do you trust me so much? You are not afraid of my heart is not right to you harm?”
She didn’t say a word, and like a child she threw a leg over me and dug her face into my arms. In fact, I have long felt her body deep in the sexual desire of the exuberance of the fire of desire to make her discard the reserve and not hesitate to take the risk, like an uneducated slut. The sluttiness of such a beautiful girl as Han Xin always made me feel a bit cruel and hard to accept, although from a selfish point of view I did not want her to be “too decent”.
This subtle contradiction in my mind may have something to do with the fact that I have long been overly deified beautiful girls, after all, my own experience is limited, I think, perhaps all the burning ladies will reveal their slutty side. Moreover, why must the natural sexual requirements and sexual pleasure of all kinds of performance and “slutty” associated with it? I went to sleep with my mind wandering, only remembering that I wanted Han Xin twice more that night when I was half asleep and half awake.
The next morning when I woke up, Han Xin has washed and dressed up, she put yesterday’s head of hair comb braided into two braids, forehead with neat bangs, wearing a cream-colored wool sweater, very questionable black pants, the skin also seems to be more than yesterday’s white patter, eyebrows and eyes, a lady style. I secretly shouted good, there is this beautiful woman company, what a pleasure ah! I decided to take her immediately make her sad Edinburgh, deep into the Scottish Highlands.
I rented an Avis Fiat minivan through Reception at the hostel (I did the paperwork with my domestic driver’s license, which is good for one year in the UK, and then you have to take a test to get a UK license). We drove north and after more than three hours along Route 9A, we arrived in the center of the Highlands in the city of Inverness, and took a short break to get on Route 82A into England’s Great Glen, along the shores of Loch Ness, famous for its mysterious water monsters.
Rowan trees and knobby oaks grew on either side of the winding road, shadowy peaks loomed in the murky air, and the charcoal-black waters of Loch Ness smoked as if at any moment a monstrous water creature might come out of the waves.
“Wow, look at the big water monster come out!” I scared Han Xin, and she nervously dove straight into my arms.
“Hey, hey, I’m a weak-willed decent guy, so watch out if I can’t hold the car and flip it over.”
Han Xin ate and laughed and whacked me, very happy. Her ears and temples grinding make me feel my body and my heart are tickling, provoking my libido, I suddenly drove the car to a recessed parking place on the edge of Lake Ness, turned off the engine, Han Xin asked me what I do, I do not say anything, brutally kissed her lips, she struggled for a few moments and then soft in my arms. I put down her seat back and invaded her peach blossom in the car. At this point, even if a real water monster came out, it couldn’t stop me.
After finishing, I continued to drive as if nothing had happened, but Han Xin blushed and didn’t say anything for half a day.
Thinking she was upset, I held the steering wheel with my right hand and her soft hand with my left, “I’m sorry I upset you.” I said.
She giggled: “I’m sorry for what ah, people want to think about the heart can not ah?” I guess she may be recalling the feeling just now, only to be relieved.
In the afternoon we arrived in the city of Fort William, which is surrounded by mountains and the sea, and spent the night in the center of town at a small inn called BankStreet Lodge, where we naturally spent another night lingering.
I tried my best to amuse Han Xin and make her forget yesterday’s sadness. The next day, we traveled south along the 82 A highway, through a watery lake, the mountains towering cloud-covered canyons, deep purple-red heather clumps of marshes, the ancient silence of small villages and towns. In the face of the magical and magnificent nature, I feel that the human body is so small, only the rich spiritual world can open up the life of the vast and boundless.
In a deep canyon, I once again took Han Xin in the car. This time we were both in a state of transcendental ecstasy, wild as beasts. The silence of the canyon, the snow-covered hills, and the ever-present winds of the highlands infused me with a rugged wildness, and I injected my primal essence into Han Xin’s lovingly delicate body with my majestic onslaught.
We both embraced each other in a sweaty embrace after the orgasm of lust. It was as if we had entered a vacuum, surrounded by an unusual silence after the mountains and the sea, the towering mountains gave a sense of dizziness after a wild dance, and then we heard the sound of the ghostly bagpipes, which were like sobbing, bleak and melodious, making my heart soft like water, wanting to choke on it.
In a flash I saw the beautiful Mary Queen of Scots, the beautiful Shaanxi girl Yuan Jingya, and the pretty and charming Tianjin girl Han Xin beside me, one by one, my cherished and blessed women were superimposed and spinning, dancing with the wind.
Han Xin and I both shed hot tears.