Love and hatred in the sea of ​​desire (wife and mature adult novel)

Introduction

My definition of a lover is: a person with feelings, a person who has feelings for the opposite sex, and a person who has feelings for and has sex with the opposite sex.

The reason why I am writing "Love and Hate in the Sea of ​​Desire" here is because I have loved, been obsessed, been crazy about, and been intoxicated with her who was once my so-called lover; it is also because of her that I have been sad, painful, helpless, and regretful.

Her ruthlessness made me realize the sadness of feelings, her behavior made me realize the coldness of love, her fickleness made me realize the paleness of sex, and her not-so-clever ability to deal with several men made me realize the ridiculousness and sadness of being too sentimental.

When I woke up from my dream, the reality of life taught me a lesson: You only see the bright sunshine, but you don’t know the darkness behind the sunshine.

When I wrote "Love and Hate", I was intoxicated by the tide of extramarital affairs, but what I felt more was the piercing and heart-wrenching pain. "Desire and Vengeance" reminds me of so many things.

Chapter 1: First acquaintance

This is a small city, but it is neat and clean, without the hustle and bustle of a big city.

It was a Sunday, and I went to a friend's house. The man was not at home, and his two sisters had gone out to the street. As a grown man, I was embarrassed to chat with a woman alone for a long time, so I went to her mother-in-law's room. I usually call them uncle and aunt. My uncle is the head of a department. He has no leadership airs at all and is very approachable. My aunt is very talkative. Although time is cruel to her, you can still see her beauty when she was young. My aunt sometimes cares for me like her own child and asks me about all sorts of things, which makes me, a wanderer far away from home, always feel the warmth of family. Although their family conditions were quite good, they still lived in a courtyard-style bungalow with a large area at that time. My uncle, aunt and two daughters lived in the front yard, and my son and daughter-in-law lived in the back house.

I have completely forgotten the content of the conversation. While we were chatting, a girl jumped past the window and went to the back room. Although it was only two or three seconds, I could basically see that she was a pretty girl, and I could also feel her liveliness and playfulness.

My aunt told me that this was her daughter-in-law’s younger sister, who was currently studying at the No. 2 Middle School. The Second Middle School did not have a high school department, which made me realize that she was still a student.

When I was leaving, I went to the back room.

"Sister, I'm leaving. You go on with your work - " She was washing clothes, and her sister was standing beside her. While I was talking, she turned around and looked at me.

Her hair was not longer than her shoulders, and she had two beautiful knots on each side. Her face was white, pure, and sweet, and her beautiful eyes were moving back and forth. She held a ribbon (or a hair tie) in her hand and bit it in her mouth. Her lips were soft and moist, and she looked innocent and naughty. She was about 1.65 meters tall, and wore dark and simple clothes.

Maybe she caught me looking at her sister.

"This is my sister, her name is: Chun" (Her name literally means pure and innocent, so I will just call her "Chun" here)

"Oh," I said

"This is your brother Wang"

"Oh," she said

"Sit for a while, I'll be done soon."

"No, I have something to do at work so I have to leave."

"Okay, let's play again next time."

They saw me out the door. There were few cars and pedestrians on the street. I rode my bike back to the office.

Encounter

I am a child from the countryside. My home is very far away from the city. My family has been working in the fields for generations. My pursuit is to leave the countryside and integrate into the city. After graduating from university, I was assigned to my current unit.

Our unit is a relatively large enterprise in this city and has a good reputation. Many people want to work here, and I feel satisfied and somewhat proud of this. However, due to the special nature of the unit, the only drawback of this unit was that the employees were basically all men. In such an environment, for someone like me who is at the age of marriage but has no relatives, the depression can be imagined. I was always looking for and looking forward to the shining appearance of my other half.

I also had a little love for the "second sister" of the friend I mentioned before, but due to my self-esteem and tactfulness, I did not take any action. During the time I visited her house, we ate together, laughed, and played together, and I seemed to feel her kindness towards me. Later, when I learned that she had started a relationship with a classmate who had been admitted to a university in Beijing (later, that classmate stayed in Beijing and did not marry her), I went to her house less and less, and even when I went, I spent less time playing. I couldn't explain why I was thinking this way.

Time slowly slipped by me. Winter and spring went away. The season has entered early summer. On a sunny day, I was walking leisurely on the road in front of my office. Not far away, a familiar figure appeared. She was wearing a beautiful floral dress and floated towards me like a butterfly. I didn't know if it was out of timidity or the boy's pride, but I didn't dare to look at her directly. She came closer and closer. When she was right in front of me, she stopped.

"Brother Wang!" So sweet, so gentle, so kind, she smiled with a hint of shyness in her expression.

"You!" Oh! It's her! It's spring

"Where are you going?" I looked at her.

"I'm going to my sister's house." She pointed ahead, over there, "the dormitory of a certain unit. We just moved there not long ago—"

"oh-". Come to think of it, I haven't been to Chun's sister's house for a while. Her sister moved away and I didn't know about it.

"Brother Wang, I'm leaving." As she spoke, she had already walked forward. After taking a few steps, she looked back, waved at me, and made a mischievous expression.

The breeze blows through my heart, lightly, lightly, but the sound, expression, and movement of spring last for a long time; it is these sounds, expressions, and movements that sow the seeds in the soil of my emotions, and once the climate, temperature, water, and other conditions are met, it is time for them to sprout and grow.

Two or three minutes seem so short, and two or three minutes seem so long. These two or three minutes occupy my permanent memory.