Makoto was still only nineteen when Mae married him.
It was a very old photo, the only one they had together, and in it, Mae was smiling happily like a blossom, which added a glow to her already beautiful face. Makoto, on the other hand, wore a happy and melancholic expression, which, although hard to understand, was always very touching.
Mae suffered from a genetic heart condition. In her family, every generation someone dies suddenly without warning while eating, sleeping, or walking. That’s why she married so young! But she never told Makoto, because Makoto would have married her anyway, and she didn’t want him to worry, she just wanted him to be happy.
Makoto pretended not to know, and even had a small argument with Mae about the marriage, saying it was too soon, making Mae feel that her little bit of hard work hadn’t cost her anything, even though she might only have a few years of life and happiness left.
The wedding was a simple affair, so it didn’t take a lot of fuss. After the guests left, Mae sat alone in the new room, but her heart was at peace, because she knew that this day would definitely come. Makoto sent the guests away and returned to the house, which was illuminated by two red candles the thickness of a child’s arm, revealing endless warmth.
Makoto walked over to the bed, sat down next to Mae, and took Mae’s small hand. Concerned, he asked:
“Isn’t it tiring? Standing for so long.” Mae shook her head, reaching up to gently dust the confetti crumbs off Makoto’s shoulder.
Makoto looked at Mae’s face, which was extraordinarily red by the red candle, a row of sparse bangs, slightly covering the white forehead. A pair of big watery eyes reflecting the luster of happiness, red lips like a budding rose, delicate.
Makoto felt a surge of heat in his body and gripped Mae’s hand tighter, looking at Mae with unblinking eyes. Mae felt this subtle change, looked up at Makoto, saw Makoto that kind of obsessed look, and shyly lowered her head. Her mood, which had been calm just a moment ago, surged with a wave.
Makoto reached out with his other hand and slowly reached for Mae’s pink cheek, which was hot to the touch. Mae flinched as if she was electrocuted, but then fell onto Makoto’s shoulder. Like a little birdie, she snuggled up to Makoto’s not-so-broad chest. Makoto naturally wrapped his arms around the small body in his arms and lowered his head to gently kiss Mae’s red lips.
At first, it was just four lips meeting like this, slowly, Makoto felt the thirst for Mae’s lips, so he stretched out his tongue and licked at Mae’s lips, and Mae tingled like an electric current. Lips unconsciously slightly open, Makoto’s tongue easily stretched in. And Mae’s tongue entwined with each other, feeling the soft smoothness, and warmth of Mae’s fragrant tongue.
Makoto’s hand pressed against Mae’s plump breasts through her clothes, slowly rubbing them. Gradually, both of them felt incredibly hot. Makoto began to undress both of them. Soon, the clothes on their bodies were removed cleanly. Mae was so shy that she curled up in the bed, like a snow-white lamb. Makoto lying on the side of Mae’s side, gently embraced her naked white body, and once again kissed her on the lips. The two held each other tightly, and Mae felt something hard and hot against the small of her back, and she knew what it was, and became even more shy. Both hands didn’t know where to put them. Makoto took one of her hands and slowly moved it to her lower abdomen, “Feel it, why so shy. You’ll get used to it.” Makoto encouraged her. Mae gently held the hot throbbing thing. Makoto lowered her head and took in one red nipple, sucking on it.
Everything about this night was a first for Mae, the first kiss, the first time she met a man naked, the first time her breasts were sucked, the first time she held a man’s thing. A tingling sensation spread from her nipples all over her body, the inexplicable sensation grew stronger and she couldn’t help but grip the hard prick in her hand harder, feeling some mucus oozing out of the tip of the prick, sticking to her thumb, which she rubbed against the tip of the prick while dabbing at the mucus.
Makoto’s arousal was soaring. His mouth slid downward from his breasts, right between Mae’s legs, where there was still only sparse pubic hair. Mae hurriedly covered it with her hand.
“Don’t, dirty …..” Mae blushed.
“No, I don’t mind.” Saying that, Makoto pulled Mae’s hand away, and there was already a flood of water there. Makoto parted that thin slit and kissed it with his mouth, a unique fragrance of a young girl rushed into Makoto’s nose, Makoto carefully licked there, taking the water that flowed out into his mouth little by little. Slowly, Mae began to moan, and her hands, which had been resisting, were now placed on Makoto’s head, stroking it.
Makoto kissed for a while, lifted herself up and crouched over Mae’s body, whispering softly to Mae:
“Mae, I’m coming.”
“……” Mae nodded gently, indicating that she was ready.
Makoto raised his hips and held the prick in his hand, placing it at the opening of Mae’s cunt, his waist slowly sinking downward, his eyes watching Mae’s expression, only to see Mae’s brow suddenly furrowed, and at the same time, Makoto felt the prick seem to be topped with a layer of something. He stopped in a hurry.
“Does it hurt?” Makoto asked with concern.
“Well …. It’s okay,” Mae whispered. Her hands tightened around Makoto’s waist. Makoto hesitated for a moment, looked at Mae’s bright peach blossom face, shy with determination. So as if determined, kissed Mae’s cherry lips, a burst of passionate kisses, called Mae’s body is weak. Then Makoto waist hard down a sink, broke through the film. Only to see Mae such as being electrocuted general, two eyes wide open, from the mouth of the sincere kissed issued a painful “Ming …. Ming ….” sound. Fingers tightly grasp Makoto’s back, straight out a few blood Lang. Makoto tightly embraced the trembling Mae, and saw two drops of tears sliding down from the corner of Mae’s eyes onto the pillow.
The two embraced each other motionlessly for a few moments, and Mae had eased out of her pain. Seeing that Makoto was looking at her affectionately, Mae couldn’t help but shyly redden her face, clenching her small fists and lightly pounding Makoto’s back. “You’re bad, you’re bad.”
Makoto smiled lovingly, kissed Mae’s small mouth, and began to pump inside Mae.
The house was filled with Mae’s gasps, moans, followed by Makoto’s ragged panting …….. Until finally, everything fell into place.
After that, they lived happily ever after. Makoto was working at a scrap warehouse outside of town, and there were only three people on his shift, so each of them could only go home two days a week. But Makoto was going to spend those two days with Mae sharing as much tenderness as they could for the rest of their lives.
I don’t know how they parted each time, but I think the scene must have been so heartbreaking that while Makoto must have pretended to be unaware of the situation, Mae must have looked at his back for a long time, refusing to blink, fearing that this would be the last goodbye. That very year, Mae took a chance and asked for Jen, probably hoping that it would serve as a consolation for Makoto behind her.
Makoto rarely buys Mae little playthings like bandanas and snacks; he has another way of showing his love. Every summer and every winter, Makoto was put up at his grandmother’s house, and he insisted on traveling with Mae twice a year as he had wished when they met. Makoto still grows so thin, whenever the mountains and rivers are like pictures, he used his somewhat thin shoulders, embracing his wife, looking at the empty mountains and flowing water, stumbling for a long time. I always find it hard to imagine, Cheng know that, no matter when and where, car boat travel, or a scenic wonderland, his wife may die suddenly at any time, no family, thousands of miles back to the funeral, how can he still be so warm and moderate, smiling and relaxed? That should be a kind of fight for life! And what kind of psychological pressure.
They had a hard life in those days, and he may have prayed for a miracle, but the last day came.
It was their sixth year of marriage, and Makoto was on duty at the warehouse, heating his lunch on the stove, when a coworker in front of him came hurrying up and shouted from a distance, “Makoto, a call from your wife’s unit.”
Then, he saw Makoto jumped up violently, he was also startled, but saw Makoto face brushed white for a moment, ran toward the front of the two steps, as if to snatch a thread of life, pulling a as long as the hand to draw away, but suddenly since the crumpled to the ground, and never stood up. The colleague said, Cheng took less than ten steps.
Makoto’s body was cold when Mae arrived in tears, and all the worry, fear and despair he had felt at the time was clearly written on his young face. His eyes were still unwillingly open, the rice on the stove was cold, and there was only a cot in the room, Mae closed his eyes with a tear.
Mae sobbed softly, “Makoto, I’ve burdened you for a lifetime!”
Then the doctor told Mae: the deceased died of heart failure.
Years later, Mae told the story without tears. By then, her life had come to an end.
Life turns out to be immortal, flowing quietly as if it were music from afar.