Last year, as we entered the winter season, it was raining everywhere. Just at such a cold time, I went to Tianjin to participate in a training course within the system. There were three months, two people from one province, our province was me and a young woman, for the sake of name convenience, here we will call her Lan. Lan has been married for several years and has not yet had a child. The body of a woman who has had sexual experience and has not given birth to a child exudes a ripe, rich flavor.
II. Exposure
The first week was spent getting to know each other, handing out new books, and forming a few study groups. Because of the excitement of being in a new environment, everyone was excited and had some unspoken urges and curiosities. Aside from studying, it seemed like everyone wanted something to happen in these three months.
To introduce myself, I’ve also been married for several years and am an older man. Here begins the story of this winter.
Lan and I are from the same province, so naturally we go to meals and classes together. We also sat in the same row when listening to lectures. It was a big classroom. We sat in the last row. Because there was a computer class, there were two computers on the desks in each row. It was natural to separate the people in the front and back rows. Because of the distance, even the teacher on the podium wouldn’t see what we were doing if we were lying on the table.
Ran and I used to whisper down there too.
I had thought that for three months, it must be very relaxing and maybe some travel programs. I didn’t realize that the curriculum was very tight. Marx and Lenin class, computer class, specialized class, e-learning class, and literature class. Literature class is everyone’s favorite. Because the teacher is basically according to the textbook to read, according to the textbook review questions left homework, the textbook have answers to the tips. The most interesting thing was that the teacher in the literature class, Mr. Huang, had a very strong accent and didn’t know where he was from. Anyway, if I didn’t read the book, I basically couldn’t understand a word he said during each 2-hour class. So every time I took literature class, it was like taking a relaxation class. Skipping class was not an option. We were all organized people, and we didn’t want to leave a stain on our academic records. If we brought it to our original unit, we were afraid that we wouldn’t be able to take it.
The first time I took a literature class, everyone felt curious. After all, working for many years, general learning in addition to politics is professional. However, when Mr. Huang opened his mouth, everyone at first listened patiently, to the second half of the section, basically dozing dozing, talking talking, reading novels reading novels. I really do not understand a sentence, want to see Lan’s reaction, raised his eyes to look at her, she also looked at me, the two will smile.
If you don’t have anything to do, find something to do. Lan and I weren’t very familiar with each other, so I wrote on a piece of white paper and handed it to her, and she replied and handed it back to me. On the surface, we didn’t move, but in private, we passed notes all the time. I’ve done this before when I was a student, but I didn’t think it would come in handy now.
At first the exchange was simple.
“So sleepy.” “Me too, can’t understand.” “What do you women do at night?” “Chat, play poker. It’s boring. What about you guys?” “Us too. And talk to each other about wages and bonuses in each unit.”
It was about the second week, and the words exchanged went something like this. “Looking around, you’re the prettiest in the class.” “Nonsense, I’m the oldest sister.” “All the others are old ladies.” Her face turned a little red, and the note she handed me had a smiley face drawn on it crookedly. A little girl with the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.
In the winter, it’s unbearably hot and dry indoors because of the heat. And surprisingly cold outside. I’m not used to the heat. Always feeling dry and always needing water. The automatic water fountain was in the corner behind us. I was always running to get water. The desks and chairs were fixed and it was difficult to get up, especially during class, so I didn’t dare move too much. So when I got up my body would often touch Lan’s hand. Once I even knocked her pencil off, and I quickly said I was sorry. But her hand never retracted. After that, I would touch her hand on purpose, regardless of whether I would touch it or not.
The notes were still passed in literature class and slowly progressed to other classes. The words on the notes also became more and more ambiguous. “What are you staring at? You miss your husband.” “I don’t want to.” “That’s because I miss Mr. Liu.” Mr. Xiao Liu is in computer class, very handsome, we often joke about him in private. “I miss you. Bummer.” “I’m right next to you, miss what.” The note was passed and her hand came to pick it up, my hand didn’t retract and pressed smoothly against hers. She pulled back hard and I pressed it tight. After struggling for a moment, she stopped moving. Another note came from the other hand. “Someone else saw it. Stop it.” “Then put your hands under the table.” I let go and she took her hand away. First she ignored me, and after a while, I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but she did put her hand down.
I looked around nervously, and the people next to me were asleep on their desks. So boldly, I put my hand down as well, pretending to relax and stretch my body, and reached out and touched her hand. She didn’t flinch. So I held her hand. When I held it, I felt that her hand was so hot, as if it was sweating. It was very soft, and when I first touched it, my heart felt like it was electrified. She also seemed to be a little excited. Feel the body a little trembling. At first held still, then I used my fingers to gently scratch in her hand, she also bent her fingers to tease my palm. That feels so comfortable.
I became the most active and motivated good student in the class. This is our class teacher Lao Shen evaluation. Because no matter the wind and snow, no matter the morning and evening, I was the earliest in the class to arrive and the latest to leave. The heart has something to do with it, and it really indulges in it very quickly. But Lan does not seem to have the slightest impact. She came when she was supposed to, and left when she was supposed to, without stopping. Also did not seem to care about my feelings, the management of our hands are often held together in the classroom.
III. Development
Soon I wasn’t satisfied with the joy of holding both hands, and chance happened to help. Because the course had basically no activities scheduled for the evening. The students proposed to go to the classroom for self-study in the evening. The class teacher, Lao Shen, said, “You guys are trying to go to the Internet. The whole class laughed in silent agreement. The computers in this classroom can be used to access the Internet, but it is necessary to change the interface of the server in the computer room. Old Shen said, I’ll help you talk about it. Three months is also a little bit boring. The next night, the classroom became a big Internet cafe.
As soon as Lan came in at night, without turning on the computer, she came right up close to me to watch me surf the web. It turned out she had never been online before. She had just taken a shower and her hair gave off a light scent. It was the first time we sat together at night, and it was easier to get lost in the dim light. Our hands naturally intertwined in the darkness.
It was empty next to us because of the night, because the classroom wasn’t full. And I got bold and absently loosened my hand, spread my palm and gently pressed it against her thigh. She pretended not to realize it and put her hand on my palm as well. Through the clothes, you can still feel her body temperature and flesh, my palms like ants slowly wriggling, back and forth rubbing. The softness, combined with the scent of her body, and her nervous breathing and heartbeat, was really exciting. I really want to turn around and kiss her, but this environment, as well as our relationship, I really don’t dare, and my biggest fear is that she won’t be able to accept it and turn against me. It’s so close to my eyes, I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t get it, but I just can’t get it. This kind of mood also makes myself boiling and contradictory.
As lights out time approached, the classroom became less and less crowded. I knew that tonight’s happy hour was coming to a close as well. It was really colorful, all of a sudden, my hand slid to the root of her thigh with a slight force, and before she had time to react, I went straight between her legs. She quickly came to block it, but could only stick to the palm of my hand, trying hard to move my hand away, which of course was futile.
To be honest, through the clothes, it wasn’t much more pleasurable there than the thighs. But the satisfaction of violating the private territory of the opposite sex, and the fact that she didn’t put up much of a fight or just pretended to resist but actually accepted it, gave my spirit a great deal of satisfaction. So, even though it was through my clothes, imagine the softness and wetness there, imagine the warmth and longing there, imagine the galloping and pleasure there.
The next day, Lan seemed a little upset and hadn’t looked me in the eye since entering the classroom. I was terrified that she was mad at me for touching her yesterday. So I went back to my old ways and started passing her notes again. I wrote: “I’m sorry” on the note. She read it and didn’t reply for a long time. My heart jumped into my throat, thinking that this time it was over.
After a long time, she handed back the note that said, Why did you do that to me. Dang. I was really angry about that. I replied: I can’t control it, I can’t help it. She took the note and looked at it, giggled, and immediately looked toward the podium again, fortunately the teacher did not notice. She handed over the note: never do that again!!!!! I replied: yes, but hold my hand. She replied: see how you do. My heart immediately felt as sweet as honey, knowing she wouldn’t be angry with me. After a while, I pretended that I didn’t mean to touch her hand again, and after some dodging and pursuing, my hands tangled together again.
For the next period of time in the evening, we surfed the Internet every day in the classroom. She was gradually trained by me to become a fan of the Internet from an Internet illiterate. She is not interested in news, sports and so on, I let her on some forums, read those novels and stories of love. Among them there is no lack of red apricot wall couple ** post, often let her look at the ear red face hot. Thinking about me and her between, a long time without any progress.
That night, I finally pressed on and hit it again.
IV. Opportunities
Opportunity always favors those who are prepared. Or those who are scheming. Hey, hey, here’s another chance. Lan wants to watch a movie. But she can’t because she doesn’t have the software installed. She can’t download and install it. I had no choice but to help her. She sat on a chair, I stood up, my hand went to her right side, holding the mouse, drawing on the screen. The classroom was heated, and the students usually took off their coats when they came in, wearing only sweaters or cardigans. Lan was a big red sweater, and I laughed at her for looking like a new bride. She gave me a blank stare. But, when I put my hand out, my body was a little away from her, but my arm was moving just enough to touch her breasts, soft and firm. Instead of moving away from me because of this, she pretended to move closer in order to get a better look at the computer, almost her body next to my arm. When I didn’t move the mouse, my arm and her breasts were just pressed together. As soon as I moved, I felt the soft touch.
It kept my palms for a long time.
Had a hard time installing the software. Looking for a movie to watch. But the internet is slow and always stuck. And she had no interest in watching the movie. Very early in the morning, she said, “Forget it, go to bed.” Of course I couldn’t let her go, so I asked, “Tomorrow is the weekend. You’re going to bed so early.” She said, “Why don’t I go to bed?” After a while, she said, “Why don’t you walk with me?”
Suddenly a joke comes to mind. A rather pedantic student finally got up the courage to hand a note to the girl he had been crushing on for a long time, saying he wanted to get to know her. As a result, the girl did not say a word, packed up her books and was ready to go. When she was leaving, she turned back to the pedant and said, “Do you want to walk with me. The pedant said, you go first, I still have a few pages to read. Haha. I certainly will not miss this opportunity. Simply clean up, there is nothing to clean up, is to turn off the machine. Then one after the other out of the classroom.
It was a cold night in the north. We were shivering in the wind. Follow the street behind the training building. It was a residential area. Small hutongs, lined with small trees. A cold night, a yellowing moon, a few stars. Such a night is not suitable for love.
Unconsciously, I took her hand, and it was all cold. But it felt warm. There are not many people on the street. Only in the hutong mouth of the place sporadically some buy casserole sell lamb kebabs. No one knew us, we talked and laughed a lot, mainly about the cold weather and the boredom of study life. I also bought a few skewers of lamb at a stall, the stall owner highly recommended that I buy lamb waist, saying that this thing is complementary ah, Lan and I looked at each other and laughed.
I really felt less cold after eating. We didn’t dare to go too far because the road was unfamiliar. At a place where there was almost no way out, Lan said, “Let’s walk back.” Saying that, she turned to look at me, and I looked at her, and boldly took her other hand, holding both hands together. The upper bodies were separated by a distance, and the bodies in thick clothing were trying to get closer. With a sudden hard pull, her whole body flung itself into my arms.
No struggling. No talking. No sound of anything around. Felt the softness of her breasts against my body through my shirt. Let go of her hands and wrapped them around her waist. Body pressed tighter. Lan laid her head on my shoulder, straining to breathe, feeling the hot breath and nervous heartbeat that made my heart race. Bravely, I lifted my head to seek out Lan’s face and pressed my own against it. Ice it, rubbing it gently. Then gently probing her nose, her forehead, her eyes. Slowly rubbing her face with her own. Abruptly giving up again when cruising to her lips, going for her ears, her neck deep in her collar. Her body trembled a little, and as I brushed my lips over her neck, I could hear her let out a long, soft sigh: ah ……
I wasted no time in kissing. Her lips were closed. First she dodged and then she was kissed by my lips. Because of the cold weather, there wasn’t much feeling in the lips. So I stuck out my tongue and tried desperately to pry her mouth open. Topped off the lips, teeth still clenched, and slowly worked my way in again. Opened a crack and came in contact with a little tongue warmth. I tried harder. Suddenly it opened up, like a Wuling finding a peach blossom. My tongue swam in completely, seeking out the tip of her shy, wanting tongue. First there was a gentle tentative tongue to tongue, then a frantic entanglement, devouring, sucking. Big kisses and sucks on each other’s lips. Deep kisses on her neck. I really couldn’t help myself at this point. Left and right arm around her, right hand pressed to her breasts. I rubbed them vigorously through the sweater. Ah. They’re really plump. Young lady, I’m crazy about you.
I wrapped my left arm around her hips and kept my lower body pressed against her, trusting that she could feel my hardness. In the constant tearing and tangling, my lower body was rubbing against hers. It had been a long time since I had done it due to coming out to study. I didn’t expect to have the uncontrollable contractions of ejaculation in the midst of great excitement. But I knew there was no ejaculation. I came back to find that it was still wet and there was liquid coming out.
As I contracted, she abandoned my mouth and clasped her hands around me, her body pressed together. Suddenly her whole body shook as well. I didn’t dare move a muscle, and it took a long time before her body suddenly went from tense to relaxed. I kissed her gently on the mouth and rubbed her lips with mine. She suddenly pushed me away and asked, “Why are you bullying me.” I hurriedly replied, “I like you.” “Go back, it’s too late.” She said. Back in the dormitory, I received a message from her on my cell phone, “I don’t know what happened today. I went crazy. Forget about it and pretend it never happened.”
Lying in bed, I wonder if we have a story. But only God knows. The fun has just begun.
There was no more intimacy between us for a long time after this. And no one would ever bring up the events of that night again. It was as if we were back to the relationship we had when we first started school, polite and formal. Sometimes I would stare at her blankly, sometimes in a trance, wondering if any of that intimacy had ever happened between us. And Ran didn’t even look at me, and her demeanor was calm and collected.
V. Entanglement
Finally the first snow has fallen and we are just past the halfway point of the study period. The training course gave everyone a week’s vacation to go home. On this night, Lao Shen wandered around the rooms, implementing the tickets or air tickets that everyone had to book. I had wanted to fly, but I asked the head of the unit and was told to take the train. It was just for one night. We’ll be there soon. That’s what the head said. I had no choice. I had to book a train ticket. Old Shen heard that I booked train tickets, surprised to ask: “Lan take the airplane ah, you do not go together.” Because of the prior requirements of the provinces, it is best for students to go back together. But she and I did not discuss it. I had to answer, “The unit can only reimburse the train ticket.” Old Shen said, “Then you’d better discuss it with Lan. Don’t leave her to go alone as a woman.”
Went to knock on Lan’s door and she was alone in her room. I said, “You’re leaving on an airplane. My unit can only reimburse train tickets.” Lan smiled slightly and said, “Then I’ll book a train ticket too.” I said okay. We went together to find Lao Shen and asked him to book train tickets instead.
When Lao Shen left, Lan stayed behind to discuss with me what time we should leave and what we should take with us. Should I buy some dry food and water. I said, “We’ll be there after a night’s sleep, you think we’re moving. She laughed.
The next day, at 5:00 p.m., we boarded the train to the south. It was neither the end of the year nor a holiday, and the sleeping compartments were empty. There were less than 10 people in one car. The sleepers at the front and rear of the car each had a few people, and they all seemed to be together. In the middle of the car, there were only two of us in the bunks, both in the lower bunks. I said, “How is it? It’s more comfortable than flying. Even going to the bathroom is a hassle on an airplane. Here you can lie down if you want to.” Lan also quickly said yes. “I always thought the train was crowded, but I didn’t realize it was usually a vacuum.” In the car bought two boxed lunches, I asked for two more bottles of beer, and some snacks and snacks. After eating a full meal two people slowly drink and eat. The sky soon darkened. The outside of the car was a blur, and the white dahlia lights inside the car were very shaky. We drink and chat. Drink to later she was a little confused. She asked me, “Why don’t you look for me later.” I said, “I’m afraid you’ll be angry.” She said, “You think I’m a bad woman.” I said no. I was really afraid of hurting her again. Then I sat down on her side of the bunk so she was next to me. She said, “When people go abroad, they really seem to relax. There is always a feeling of indulgence. I realize I’m a bad woman.” I said, “No. Everybody’s the same. It’s mostly just too lonely, I guess.” She laughed and said, “So you don’t like me. Just because of the loneliness?” I quickly said, “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t look for you even if I was lonely.” She puffed and laughed, finished the last of her drink, and collapsed on the bed with her clothes on.
The stewardess never showed up again after changing the tickets. Maybe it was because of the cold weather. Everyone was too lazy to move. But the train was heated, and after the train had been running for a while, it started to feel hot and dry. Lan slept on the bunk and I sat there talking to her. She said she felt hot, so she took off her jacket, then her red sweater, her ample breasts bouncing a little and then regaining their composure. She then went back to removing her pants. “I can’t sleep without getting undressed.” She said as she got under the covers. Through the covers, I knew she was only wearing a thin set of underwear. I can’t believe I’m getting a little frisky on this train.
I tried to hold her hand. She didn’t resist either. She was sleeping on a pillow, her hair a little disheveled. I used my hand to straighten it. Smoothly caressing her face, her ears, her eyes nose. She lay still, not moving a muscle. I leaned down and went to kiss her. She kissed me back and then said, “Watch out for people.” I said, “People think we’re married.” She laughed and boldly took the initiative and tilted her head up to kiss me. One at a time, like a chicken pecking at a grain of rice. The emotions inside me jumped up all at once. Kissed hard. Tongue went back into her mouth, twisting and sucking. My hands went under the covers. Touching her breasts with precision. With only a light sweep over them, I lifted up her underwear and pushed her bra away, her full breasts popping out, my large hands covering them. She pushed herself up a little and reached down to unhook her bra from underneath. My right hand, easily and without restraint, began to fondle her breasts. First, I squeezed them hard, then rubbed my palms lightly over the nipples, followed by gently tweaking the nipples with my fingertips, and gently scraping the area around the nipples with my fingernails. She was moans spread immediately. “So cozy.” She said.
I let go of my breasts and slowly moved my hand down to her thigh, feeling up slowly through her shirt, pausing briefly in the middle area before moving to the other thigh. I touched her back and forth a couple of times, and when she wasn’t looking, I slipped my hand under the rubber panty belt, picked up her panties, and slid my hand up to her seeming place. She was trying to block it, but seemed to suddenly give up again. Above, I kissed her neck, her ear. It left her breathless. “You sleep in too.” She said as she pulled me in. The lights weren’t out at this point. Honestly, I was still a little scared. Two people sleeping together wouldn’t be bothered. But I gave in. I said, “Wait until the lights go out.” She laughed, “Coward.” My hand between her thighs went down, a raised mound of flesh, a layer of slippery hair, and then the softness. Covering it with my palm and slowly rubbing it, I felt her lower body push upward, as if echoing me. I slowly fumbled to separate her privates, pulling each side, then sliding my fingers in shallow places until the whole surrounding area was wet.
Her lower body was heaving even more. Her whole hips were writhing, and low, slurred noises were coming out of her mouth. I didn’t know what to do. Seriously, I’ve never done it with my hands for a woman before. And I don’t know if it’s the same as ML.
Suddenly I heard her say, “I want it.” My blood rushed to me and, regardless, I ruffled the covers, lifted her underwear and took a bite of her breast. She ah’d, startling me because it was so loud. I stopped all movement for a moment and covered her quickly, listening to the movement in the carriage. There were a few people chatting in tongues, some were putting their children to bed, and everything was so peaceful. We looked at each other and smiled. I whispered, “Not too loud.” She said, “I didn’t mean to.” I said, “Do you usually scream in bed.” She whacked me. I grabbed her hand and motioned for her to slowly go down, and she mindfully ran to me there. Stroking me through my shirt. “It’s so big,” she said. “Like it.” “Love it, I want it now.” Her hand was about to unbuckle my belt and I stopped her, “No, wait for lights out.” She pulled open the chain of my pants and slipped her hand in to search for it. I had been up and hard there for a long time. First she grabbed it and gave it a firm grip. Then up and down as if to feel the size. Then hand into a fist, not too skillful sleeve. I hadn’t done this in a long time and was very sensitive. Knowing it would soon be gone at this rate, I tried to stop her. She said, “Doesn’t it make you want to cum.” I said, “Yeah. It’s been a long time since I’ve done it.” She said, “Well, let me get it out of you first.” I looked at her a little suspiciously, surveying our surroundings. It didn’t seem like it was possible. She said, “Sit up a little.” I just had to take my hand out of the covers and sit up. She said, “Sit up here.” She patted the pillow. I understood. Took off my shoes, turned sideways inward, and sat next to her head. My body was appropriated with the jacket she had taken off. If anyone saw, no one would know there was a situation as long as they didn’t move. Her head was mostly buried in the covers, and under the cover of the jacket, she pulled out my little jock. First, she fiddled with it for a bit, then put it on her nose and sniffed it. I was glad that I had already showered an hour before coming out from the training course. There must be no odor at all. She raised her head, her little mouth came up and kissed it, then stuck out her tongue to lick it, drawing circles around the glans. And the tether, the opening at the top, all licked with her tongue. I thought I had met a master, but when she swallowed the whole thing in her mouth, I still felt she wasn’t very skillful, and her teeth kept scraping me. I whispered, “Don’t use your teeth.” She looked up and said, “No. I wrapped my lips around my teeth.” I understood, but couldn’t talk to her for a moment. Women wrap their lips around their teeth to avoid scraping them, but they are touching the man with the outside of their lips, which actually still makes the man feel the hardness and sting of the teeth. In fact, the lips should be raised, with moist and soft inner lips containing the man, easy and natural slide, so comfortable. After a while, I still couldn’t stand it, so I said, “Forget it, it’s hard to reach like that.” She was also tired and gave up.
My body slid down and I lay side by side with her. She pulled the covers up and put part of them over me. We chatted. She said, “I’m not very good at this yet, I rarely do this.” I said, “It’s okay. I’m already comfortable.” Her hands reached into my shirt, pulling back layers of my tightly bound underwear to touch my body. Small hands stroked all over my body, waist, stomach, breasts, then stroked over my nipples without stopping. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips. This felt much more comfortable.
My right hand went down again unconsciously. It stroked all over her body and then went to the hidden garden of the arrival, which was already awash. My lips kissed her ear and told her, “So much water.” Then my tongue pressed against her ear, sweeping it gently. Her body responded even more. It was like a fish in deep water, swimming around.
My left hand because I have to use it to stabilize my body from falling off the narrow bed. So it felt like it couldn’t be fully exerted. I asked her to sleep inwards. She got up on her side and made a wider position for me. I supported my body on my left elbow and my left hand began to wander over her breasts. My lips licked the neck of her ear, my left hand cupped her nipple, and my right hand gently stroked her private parts, finally landing gently on her clit and rubbing it slowly. Soon she was biting her lips and struggling with a face full of pain, and a moment later her body tensed and shook. I knew she had reached an orgasm.
You can’t continue to stimulate the clitoris when you’ve had an orgasm or it will be uncomfortable. Her private part was already all wet and lubricated like oil. With ease, my fingers went in, the first time I had ever used my hand to enter a woman’s body. As I explored, I not only thought about exploring my ever-ignorant G-spot.
The inside of my vagina was smooth and swollen and flexible. My fingers swirled around inside and felt around. With a little pressure, it was at the bottom. It felt like there was a knot at the bottom, and when I pressed it, she said that was the mouth of the uterus, I think. Shouldn’t be comfortable. After a couple of rotations to find it, I finally felt a spot where it was rougher compared to the inner wall. It wasn’t big, the size of a finger, and had a layered feel, so this was the G-spot. I pressed hard and rubbed my fingers on this point. She suddenly raised her head and sucked on my mouth, I continued to press, she put her tongue into my mouth and stirred violently, suddenly ah the whole body went limp.
I was also a little tired and turned to lie on top of her, watching her slowly recover as she basked in the afterglow. It was the first time I had ever laid on top of her, soft and supple, with my lower body against her private parts through her clothes. I said, knowing full well the counselor, “Orgasms.” “Uh, 3 times.” She said. I was surprised, I thought it was 2. I said, “More.” She said, “I’m afraid you’re too tired.” I said, “I’m not tired.” I lowered my head and kissed her nipple, sucking and kissing it gently. My lower body also pushed hard against her and kept rubbing.
She said, “Do you want to cum.” I said, “No, I don’t want to, it’s to make you comfortable.” I didn’t want to cum just like that. After a while of friction, she had another orgasm+++. The two of us, on a winter train, were already sweating. I got up and went to the restroom at the front of the train to wash myself and wipe off the sweat. I found myself in the mirror, not having reached orgasm, but oozing red in the white. But did I really want to make the most complete contact with her.
I got back into the compartment and she got up, fumbling with her shoes, then went to the restroom as well.
The rest of the people in the compartment had subsided, and some were already snoring. The steward’s small cabin was also empty, so he had gone to rest in the crew car. Outside the window was infinite darkness. We all sat in the lower bunk, hugging each other, face to face rubbing together. As if two lovers in love.
She said, “Hungry.” I realized I was a little hungry after all that. So I nodded. But there was no way there was anything for sale in the car right now. She went to the luggage rack and took down her travel bag, and searched out some cookies, marinated eggs, sausages and peanut rice. Even more interestingly, she had several small bottles of Erguotou in her bag. I marveled, so it was brought to her father. I then licked my face and asked for a bottle to drink. She took the occasional sip, but couldn’t stand the spiciness of the wine and couldn’t stop exhaling and sucking and pulling on her tongue. There was only one sausage left later and I let her have it. She peeled it, took a bite, and then brought her mouth to it. I understood and brought my mouth to it, and the sausage traveled from her mouth to mine. I kissed her hard in response.
I realized that we had become extraordinarily close and intimate with each other in a way that only a true couple can be. We sat side by side, with quilts and coats over us. Eating and drinking in exchange for each other. These feelings were perhaps sweetness. Beauty, wine, a good night.
VI. Access
The train rolls and roars forward. If only the night wouldn’t light up, if only the train wouldn’t stop, if only the road had no end. It would be so nice. The wine was finished and we went to wash up some more. In between, the lights went out on the train and it was time to go to bed. When we passed someone’s bed, we made a point of looking at it and realized that it was so dark that we couldn’t see anything.
Lan undressed in the dark and got under the covers. I stripped too and snuggled up to her. Told her, “Sleep with you.” She moved inward and I dove in. She was turned inward on her side, and I slipped my arms around her, not stopping, moving my hands up and down. Finally, I slowly pulled down her pants. Before they reached her knees, she pulled them tight to prevent me from continuing. That was fine, so I pulled down my own pants, pulled them out, and groped my way up in the dark. She couldn’t spread her legs so she couldn’t find a place at all. I said to her, “Help me.”
She reached out and tugged on me and finally docked. But it wouldn’t go in at all, and it fell out easily. Having no choice, I went back to taking off her pants. The panties came off one leg, which made it much easier. I was about to push myself in. She turned to me sideways and said, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll get pregnant.” Yeah, I was instantly deflated. She’s the one who hasn’t had a baby. It would be a problem if she got pregnant. I said, “I don’t cum in it.” She said, “Well, it’s possible to get pregnant.” So what do you do? I got a little pissed off. She laughed and said, “You’re useless. You don’t know anything. Take the morning after pill tomorrow.” I giggled twice and started burying my head in the sand.
Sideways from behind, it felt tight and didn’t go in very deep. I kept shrugging and she was trying to match it, sometimes pushing back against me with a lot of force. She also lowered her voice and desperately told me not to stop. It was so good, so good, she kept mumbling. It did feel good, but it was clear that making me come seemed impossible. I pulled her over and rolled over onto her back. Entering like that made us both give a long ah. How old-fashioned and practical this missionary position was. The penetration was deep, the wetness wrapped around her privates, and each thrust was like sliding through a long tunnel of excitement, drawing a rush of pleasure from her lower body. She also pushed up harder each time, meeting me. My hands caressed her breasts, her mouth, she kissed my hands, and finally gently swallowed one of my fingers, wet with saliva, and then slowly sucked from top to bottom. Oooh. What a warm feeling.
That night. On the train. We made love for a while, then slept in separate bunks for fear of being discovered. After a while, the two of us stuck together again. Not until it was light, when we rested in exhaustion. I’m afraid of sleeping too much, let her sleep, wait until she woke up, already almost to the provincial capital. Out of the train station, we looked for a drugstore, bought Yutin, with a carry-on mineral water and drank it down, my a always hanging heart only fell to the ground. To temporarily break up, I asked her, “How many orgasms in total.” She said, “13 times. She said, “Thirteen.” Adding, “Probably because I haven’t done it in a while, it was easy to reach.” I didn’t used to believe that a person could come that many times, and I didn’t believe that I would remember coming that many times. I didn’t realize that it was all true. Women, omnipotent.
It’s time to go home. We made an appointment to go back to the training course together and said our goodbyes.
When we came back to the training course, everyone seemed like old friends who had been reunited for a long time, and they were very enthusiastic. Maybe they felt it was hard to say goodbye to each other, so they would make jokes with each other without any fear. I hugged all the female students I met on the first day. Almost all of them would ask if Lan had come yet. I just replied, I don’t know. I hadn’t contacted her.
VII. With
When it was almost time to go back to school, I called Lan’s phone and there was no answer. Later she returned the message and said she wasn’t going to walk with me on the same road. I didn’t know why, and it wasn’t convenient to ask why. Depressed and alone, she returned to school. She came back two days after school started. During class, I wrote her a note and asked her what was wrong. She replied, “I’m pregnant.” I was a little confused. Her expression was serious, as if she wasn’t telling a joke.
I called her in the evening to ask her out, and they strolled through the cold streets again. I asked her if she was pregnant. She asked me, “What would you do if you were pregnant?” “
I was speechless. It’s not a good question to answer, although of course it’s a good idea to fight it off, but words like that make it colder than a winter night.
“I knew you were a gutless man, afraid to take responsibility.” She pretended to be angry.
“If it’s pregnant, then marry me.” I said pretending to be manly as well.
“Come on, then will we both have the face to meet people later.” She said.
Yeah. What would people say about the two of us, breaking up our families and then putting them together. It’s fun to entertain, but there’s always such annoying things waiting to be cleaned up.
Walking in the deserted wind, I take her hand, she shrugs it off, I take it again, she shrugs it off again. I put my arms around her, watched her struggle in my arms, went to kiss her, her head kept bobbing and finally I kissed her. She suddenly went crazy and kissed me back, wrapping both arms around me tightly. Hard, deep, kissing my lips, my eyes, my neck. And then slumped into my arms, sobbing in little sobs.
I had to pat her back and ask her in a whisper what was wrong. Reassuring her that it didn’t matter and that everything could be fixed.
Finally, she said, “I just suspected a pregnancy. I don’t know yet. It will be another week before I know.”
I hugged her tightly, I was careless and made her scared.
“Really pregnant, will you go with me to get an abortion.” She asked, tilting her head.
I nodded firmly.
Lan asked, “Have you ever thought about me. “I said yes, almost every day. She smiled back and said, “Me too. I think about you when I make love to my husband. “After a while, she asked, “I don’t know if I like you. “I was a little overwhelmed, was it too much to talk about such a topic when there was no sex. We both just want to find some pleasure in this mundane world, and our minds have to go through torture.” You just want to make love to me, don’t you. “Lan asked.” No, I like you too. “I’m swallowing a little.” Don’t be afraid, silly. “She laughed, “I was just afraid of falling in love with you, that’s why I didn’t go with you on the way back. I also couldn’t let go of my husband, I love him so much. “
When we got to the door of the dormitory, we broke up, intending to go in one after the other, in order to be seen by others. She said to me, “Can a person love two people at the same time.” I was silent. She added, “But I know that I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” With that, she turned and walked away.
After a week of being on tenterhooks, on the morning of the weekend, while I was still sleeping in bed, Lan called, in a very urgent tone, her voice lowered, “It’s really happening.” I immediately jumped out of bed, the same room buddies are still snoring, I casually wash up, out to find her, she also happened to go out the door, fortunately, everyone is sleeping, did not run into anyone. The two of them rushed to the hospital in the early winter morning.
It was a cold winter in the north, and the maternity department at the hospital didn’t open until after 9:00 a.m. We bought two pancake nuts from a street stall. We bought two pancakes from a street stall. As we ate, we waited anxiously. As we watched the cold air coming out of our mouths, we felt like a couple who had been through thick and thin together.
There wasn’t much of a crowd at the hospital, she was a little scared, and when the nurse let her in, I kissed her and felt her body tremble a little. Waiting outside the door, the mood is also very complicated. After a long time, I saw her hobbling out. I went to help her and asked her, “Did it hurt.” She said, “It’s anesthetized, so it may hurt for a while.”
You can’t go back to the dormitory. An abortion is like a menstrual cycle, you can’t do strenuous exercise or touch cold water, but how should we spend these two days. We sat on the hospital bench and discussed in a whisper. It happened to be the weekend, and finally decided to let her ask Old Shen for leave, saying that a relative came to Tianjin, to accompany the shopping for two days, and not go back to live at night. (We don’t go back to stay at night, we have to take leave. Especially girls.) Listening to the phone Lao Shen promised, I we both looked at each other and smiled. But my heart twitched again, feeling some heartache.
Went to a hotel near the hospital and opened a room, helped her in and lay on the bed. By this time the anesthesia had passed and she was sweating from the pain. I held her hand and gently caressed her.
According to the custom in our hometown, we have to eat chicken during the menstrual period. I went to the catering department of the hotel and told them that I wanted to order one point of chicken for my baby. I ran into a sister-in-law who said, “Go and buy the raw materials and we will process it for you for a processing fee”. I happily ran back and talked to Lan, and told her I was going to the market to buy chicken and ginger, as well as yellow wine, all of which I had bought when my wife gave birth. Lan said, “It’s a good thing you know better, I didn’t know anything about it.” I told her to get a good night’s sleep and not to get up. And went out.
On the way back, I stopped by and bought a bowl of pork liver soup noodles and a rice cooker. When I opened the door and entered the room, Lan was still awake. I sat beside her and looked at her pale face, really feeling regret and guilt. It was me who caused her harm, but she was a woman who hadn’t given birth to a child yet. I leaned over to kiss her face, suddenly she hugged me tightly, and then I looked at her, her eyes were already open, and there were tears in her eyes.
“xxx , I love you.” She said. We hugged each other tightly.
Honestly, I don’t know exactly where I went wrong. When I held Lan tightly, for a moment, I was surprisingly proud of myself for acting like a responsible man, but I soon felt a bit confused. What if the woman from another family that I’m holding in my arms is really in love with me.
I helped her up, reheated the noodles in the rice cooker and brought them to her. The chicken soup wasn’t delivered that quickly, and after eating it, I told her to go back to sleep. She said, “I can’t sleep. Why don’t you talk to me?” I said yes, so I got into bed and slept next to her.
She reached out and caressed my face. “A man like you can make a woman lose her mind.” She said. I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to seduce you.” She smiles, “I was the one who wanted to indulge myself for once.” Neither of us bothered to talk about either family or the future. So close together in the warmth of the room on a day like this. We can’t help it again, I go to kiss her and she kisses me back. I put my hand under the covers, poking into my underwear, caressing her breast, and she said, “That’s so nice. It doesn’t hurt as much.” I said, “Let me suck her.” She said, “Don’t, it’ll tickle my cravings later.” And she said, “The doctor explained that you can’t have intercourse for 15 days.” I giggled.
With that we drifted off to sleep and were later awakened by a knock on the door. I went to open the door and chicken soup was delivered. I hurriedly told Lan to get up and drink it. Tearing off the chicken thighs and giving them to her to eat. At first she ate it with vigor, but soon got tired of it. She said she wanted me to eat it. I said, “This chicken soup and meat is all for you, I won’t eat any of it. I’m not going to eat any of it. I’m going to eat it all in the next couple of days to make up for it.
I went back to the dormitory at night and came back the next day, and she was still not feeling well. I said, “Why don’t you take another day off with Old Shen, and say you’ll go back on Monday night. She thought about it and did so.
VIII. Continuation
Monday was a snowy day. I came over at noon and saw that she had gotten up and was still in the bathroom washing up. I said, “You can’t touch the cold water.” She said, “I’ve been lying in bed for three days and I’m getting moldy. I just took a hot shower. It’s okay. I didn’t touch the cold water.” Maybe it was the hot water that made her face blush and look much better. “It’s okay, I can go back,” she said, “Maybe it really is the chicken soup that’s tonic.” I told her, “You might want to wait until evening to go back. It’s so snowy out right now.”
Because I was feeling better, I was in a much better mood. We laid side by side on the bed and just let loose a bit.
After an intense exchange of kisses, I lifted up her underwear and went to suck on her breasts. Her hands kept rubbing my hair and her body kept writhing. Short ah-ah sounds came out of her mouth. I slowly worked my way down, kissing her belly, belly button, while removing her pants and underwear. She reached out to stop, I have gone down the trend, white smooth thighs, black shiny hair, is very attractive. My lips slowly kissed their way down the thigh, to the calf, to the toes, and back to the heel of the thigh, my lips brushing lightly over the middle ground and moving on to the other leg. She was getting a little out of control, her eyes closed and her body shaking a little from time to time.
I dragged her hips up with both hands. First nibbling lightly on both ass cheeks, then flicking the tip of my tongue over the perineum, her lower body wriggled even more. The mystery spot also slowly opened, the center of the flower wet and glistening as my mouth covered it. She whimpered in a near swoon, “No, dirty.” But her body didn’t repel me, but her legs clenched me vigorously. My mouth took both lips, my tongue flicking in as her hips lifted and kept coming up. My tongue went in now and then, sweeping across the outside of her, and when I saw she was about to come, I took her all the way in, my upper lip against my clit, my tongue teasing in and out of her vagina. She cried out and straightened up, feeling the constant twitching in her privates. It calmed down for a moment.
I was also tired and lay down next to her as she looked at me with a smile. I asked, “Do you hate me.” She said, “No, thank you.” I laughed, “Thank me for what.” She said, “For giving me a taste of cheating.”
Her hands slipped into my shirt, caressing my breasts- and then undoing the chain of my pants and fingering me with her hands. “Want me to help you.” She said. “No, you can’t be too tired physically.” I said. “You come on top. Idiot.” She said.
I have also been erect for a long time. So I took off my pants and rode across her chest position, not daring to press against her, and propped my hand on the bed. She was holding me in her mouth while squeezing with both hands, one on top of the other. Too exciting, soon I shot in her mouth. After ejaculation, she still contains, after a long time, before letting me out.
We cleaned up and I laughed at her, “You’ve improved your skills, didn’t your husband teach you that.” She said, “Self-taught.” “Smart enough.” “That’s true.” We snuggled together again teasingly. “How did you get pregnant, weren’t you on the pill.” I asked. She didn’t answer me half the time. “Did your husband get you pregnant.” “Don’t talk about it okay.” She stammered a little. I said, “I feel so guilty.” After a long moment, she sighed quietly. “I’m a bad woman. I’m afraid you’ll dislike me if I say it.” I said, “Go ahead. Either way, I like you.”
Lan said, “We have been married for several years and have not been able to get pregnant. All went for checkups and there was nothing wrong. The doctor said to be patient and cooperative. But I always suspected that I was not fertile. So, that day, I didn’t drink that pill.” I wasn’t too surprised and asked her, “Were you trying to see if you could get pregnant.” She said, “Yes.” “When I found out I was pregnant, I was a little worried, but more than anything, I was happy. I knew there was nothing wrong with me.” She said. I said, “But that’s too risky for you, abortion is very damaging.” She said, “It’s worth it. And,” she stopped and didn’t say it. I said, “And what.” She said, “I heard that after you get pregnant once, it’s easier to get pregnant later.” After saying that she smiled shyly. “Oh, you’re trying to borrow me to have a baby.” I feigned anger. She said, “No no no, really like you. In love with you now.”
I put my arm around her and told her, “Let’s not fall in love and just have fun and be happy when we’re together. After all, we both have families. Okay.” She looked at me so serious, smiled, and said, “Let’s only be a couple for this one winter. I love you this winter.”
It felt like our relationship skyrocketed after this. She was incredibly gentle with me, when no one was around of course. We were out at night too, but all cuddling and walking and talking like a couple. Sometimes hard passionate kisses in the dark. People weren’t so shy anymore, and holding and touching sensitive spots was the most direct way we could make each other happy. But there’s been no sex because I’m afraid it’s bad for her body. After all, she hasn’t had a baby yet. Who wouldn’t be worried?
IX. Intense
The training course was also coming to an end. After everyone’s efforts to persuade, Lao Shen finally agreed to open-book exams, which made all of them relax. With not much time left, everyone grabbed the opportunity to go to all corners of Tianjin to make the trip worthwhile.
One day Lao Shen organized everyone to go to the water park. Said it was a day of study tours. We all laughed at him, saying that people either go abroad, or go to the border, we ran to the park to what is the point. Old Shen said, “be satisfied, so little funding.” We all laughed, although so said, but all very happy.
It was a nice sunny day, but windy and still cold. When we arrived at the water park, we took a few pictures together and then went on our free time. Old Shen said, “Concentrate at the gate at 6:00 p.m. and go back for dinner. At noon, everyone will solve the problem of their own stomachs.” Everyone laughed at Old Shen too button door, and at the same time have to find and their own good people to play a group of activities to go.
It was cold and there were a lot of paddlers, though. Lan said she had never paddled before. I said let’s row together. We rented a boat. I wasn’t very good at it, so when I first got on the boat, I was so confused that the boat was spinning in place for a long time, and my classmates laughed at us. The students laughed at us. But soon their boats were far away. We got the feel of the boat and were able to move forward.
The water park is a large area on the water. And it’s intricate, with quite a few island bridges and pavilions that you often have to navigate through. By noon, we paddled to a shore, and the people were already tired. Let the boat flood on the water, take out the bread and water brought, and open the meal.
The boat we rented was semi-sealed and looked out left, right and forward. With the top covered and the back wrapped around, the boat was straddling the shore, with the bow against the shore, and the people next to us couldn’t see in. And at this time of year everyone was resting and there wasn’t much of a crowd. We ate and felt a lot warmer, we were supposed to sit across from each other, Lan was sitting in the bow, I asked her to sit over and she came over very nicely. We started kissing. Touching through our clothes. But wearing thick clothes, and in the boat is not at all convenient. There was too much movement and the boat rocked a lot. I said, “I want to eat you.” Lan knew what I meant and unzipped her coat and pulled up the inside, and I got my body next to it and started kissing and sucking on her breasts, biting them gently. Hands also went down her pants, holding and feeling her bottom. Her mouth hissed and she sucked in cool air.
“I can’t stand it. What to do.” She said. What can I do, cool it. I said, “Then I won’t tease you.” She said, “No, I’m not feeling well. I feel like my stomach hurts.” I said, “Let’s go back then. Hurriedly rowing, cold wind blowing across the water, the boat on the water lull, lull ……
On the shore, the old Shen is waiting. Lan said uncomfortable, to the old Shen leave, the old Shen some suspicion, but do not dare to ask more questions, after all, it is a woman’s business, said you go back first. I became a flower protector, escorted her back to the residence by bus.
When I got into the room, I told her to lie down on the bed and went to get her some water to drink. I went to touch her forehead and it wasn’t hot. She pulled me over and said, “Silly.” I understood and they made out again.
Quickly undressing and cuddling together naked. The excitement was tense in the girls’ dormitory. I had been waiting for a long time and was about to start without much foreplay. I was worried and asked her if I could do it. She said, “It’s no problem, it’s long past the halfway point.” I said, “I mean aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant.” She said, “It’s a safe period, I’ve already had my period.” I still have a shadow in my heart, afraid of another complication, she smiled and said, “This time I won’t lie to you. I wouldn’t dare to let me have another abortion.” “What if,” I said.
She clutched my hips and tugged with her hands, letting me in. It wasn’t wet, but it wasn’t dry either. It was tight, but not astringent. It felt most comfortable that way. I asked her, “Does it hurt.” She couldn’t be bothered to speak and shook her head. Gradually, as it got wetter and slicker, it felt less tight. I stood up, hands to support the body, back and forth for a while, felt taut, so I lay on top of her, close to the tight friction. That way I wasn’t as stimulated, didn’t feel like I was going to cum. Holding her, against the tight, clashing left and right, rotating back and forth friction. Soon she was biting her lips and letting out a long breath of extreme tension.
I rolled over and lay underneath her. Raising my head, my lips kissed and sucked her breasts. Holding her ass tight, driving her to keep shrugging. Running my hands gently all over her bare back, sometimes touching her groin, her arms, touching over her skeletal folds as she winced in comfort on top of me. At times, I grabbed her ass and pushed it back and forth. The pubic bones bit together so tightly that the hairs rubbed together audibly. It wasn’t long before she experienced another moment of pleasure from tension to relaxation. The dry, hot, stimulating room in the late afternoon seemed to multiply my dryness. I got up and stood on the floor, pulling her legs and dragging them over the edge of the bed. Just standing and entering her. My hands let go of her and I arched my back, just kept depending* on jerking my back to enter. Watching her snowy skin, plump body, swaying on the bed. The bed was low, and it always felt like I couldn’t use my strength. So I finished my waist and picked her up. Her legs clamped around my waist, her hands clasped around my neck, her breasts pressed against me. I threw her up and down one at a time, rubbing vigorously, penetrating deeply, sometimes slightly off course, suddenly topping around, pausing before going in. It was as if a canoe in the rapids, hitting water plants, hitting rocks, stopping for a moment, making a turn, and advancing through the rapids again. Where the water is more turbulent, it is fast all at once, where it is open, it is slow all at once, and where the water is steep, it goes down quickly and then throws itself up, and then falls to the surface all at once.
Each time I threw myself up, I sucked her nipples with my mouth. I pressed my fingers on her private parts and kept rubbing them. At first, she was gasping for air, but later I could just hear her ah ah ah ah. Every time I exerted myself, I asked her if she was comfortable. She just opened still gasping for air when she said sharply, comfortable. With the action faster and faster, my words have become rough, and even some unpleasant to the ear, every time is a vicious dirty words. Until I also finally relaxed, the two people fell on the bed as if panting.
I didn’t cum inside her. She was a little sore at me. Said, “That’s going to hurt.” I said, “Once or twice doesn’t matter.” But she went to the bathroom to rinse off. I also went and wiped my body with her towel. When I came back the two of us lay exhausted on the bed. Her head was on my chest, her lips went to my nipples, and her hand went to my weakened lower body. I said, “Want more.” She said, “Enough, I came many times just now, big and small, while standing.” I said, “Is that exciting.” She said, “Yeah. I really can’t stand it, I’ve never done this before.”
“Reward you.” With a mischievous grin, she ran down to my bottom. A hand held me up to her warm mouth. I felt a little sensitive and told her to go lighter. She let go and pulled my DD up with her hand to kiss the bottom. Kissing first, then gently sucking and slurping one by one. Sweeping her tongue around. My legs braced my body and lifted up as far as I could as her tongue went further and further down.
Through the half-open window, the sound of carrier pigeons on the wing was heard outside. Wave after wave, sharp and excited.
That afternoon we stayed naked and slept together in each other’s arms. When we were tired, we stroked and kissed. Time passed quickly, it was getting dark, and the students were about to come back. I kept urging her to get up quickly, and she still kept clinging to me, unwilling to let go. Finally I pushed her away and she stared straight at me, not blinking. I said, “What’s wrong.”　She pounced on me and kissed me hard, biting my lip with her teeth. I said, “Ouch.” She moved down eagerly, on my chest, biting everywhere. “Stop that,” I said. She wouldn’t listen, and she wouldn’t stop. I got a little angry and picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pressed her from the back. Her head came back up, still looking for my body to bite. My hands took control and stuck my tongue in her mouth, stirring. And whispered, “Baby. Baby.” Also started biting and kissing on her pale backside. She slowly calmed down, and my hands went to her breasts from behind, my hands caressing her breasts, brushing her nipples, and she arched her back, her breasts hanging in the air, wobbling at the touch of my hands.
I cradled the small of her back and pulled her backward, and her body went sprawling, her hips knocking high. I half-kneeled on the bed and nibbled on her ass. My hand went to her bottom and it was slightly wet. I then tried to enter. It took a couple of adjustments from both of them as the height wasn’t quite right, and that’s when it went in.
Bracing her ass with both hands and watching the movement in and out felt especially sharp and exciting. Sometimes pulling it all out, watching her slightly open private opening, slowly closing. The pink flesh inside fading away. I can also use my hands to control her hips, making her clamp tighter, or looser. Or tighter when it was about to come out, or tighter when it was at its deepest point of entry. She screams in a high, suppressed voice, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Empty, filled. Full, wet. Hard, soft. Flesh and flesh. So distinct, so real.
I ended up moving in and out vigorously a few times before pulling out quickly, and she quickly turned and took me in her mouth. Deeply, I pressed against her throat, pressed her head, and cathartically released. I wouldn’t take it out of my mouth, and she kept it that way, licking her tongue back and forth. Watching her, plump, white and naked, with my jock in her mouth, her tousled hair and slutty expression, really made me want to pull out.
Suddenly she dry-heaved all of a sudden and hurriedly let go of me and ran into the restroom for a long time before coming out. I was already getting dressed and bringing her clothes to her. While she was getting dressed, I put my arm around her and said, “It’s hard. Baby.” She said, “It’s nothing, a little sick to my stomach, it’s okay now.”
X. Farewell
During dinner, Old Shen came over with concern and asked Lan how she was doing. She said that she had asked me to buy some medicine to take, it was an upset stomach. Took the medicine has been much better. The classmates all joked and said I was a flower protector. I looked at Lan, Lan also looked at me, shy smile.
To graduate.
The Hay River has also frozen over. People are starting to try to walk on the ice. Looking at the city, it looks depressed in winter. But as we are about to leave, there is some reluctance. Maybe never come here again, this life.
There were all these other students from all over the world. Everyone was a little drunk at the last meal. There were loud invitations to hang out at each other’s places in the future, and the men hooked up to show intimacy. Some of the women have moved, eyes a little wet. This goodbye, this life, may not see again.
When the graduation photo was taken, the girls stood in the front row, the men in the back rows, and I purposely stood behind Lan. This winter, in the future, may only leave the memory of this photo. If one day she turns over this photo, she will definitely see me standing behind her. I wonder if she will still remember me as a man.
I was leaving the next day. I was walking with her in the evening and asked her, “Is it okay to call you later.” She said, “Better not. If I miss you, I’ll call you.” I thought about it and asked, “Will you miss me.” She said, “I guess I will.”
I said, “Can I still make love to you when I see you later.” She said, “Maybe you don’t like me anymore.” I said, “You know what I hope for the most. What I hope for most is that one day, when we’re both old, I run into you again. ML with you.” She laughed and said, “I don’t think so. I just want you to remember me as I am now. When I’m old, my skin is wrinkled and I’m ugly. My breasts will be hanging out of my chest like pockets. I’m not going to have sex with you.” I hugged her tightly and was silent.
The three months of winter are really coming to an end.