Ten years ago, on a sunny afternoon in elementary school, I saw the body of my neighbor's aunt.
Of course, you can't judge me as a hooligan since I was a kid, because that's a complete misunderstanding.
My relatives came to my house that day and my mother, who was exhibiting her cooking skills in the kitchen, suddenly found that there was no vinegar after a dish was cooked. So I took my mother's instructions and went to my neighbor's house to borrow some vinegar to save the emergency.
I went to my neighbor's door with a small bowl, and when I was ready to knock, I found the door was open, so I went in and there was nobody to look for until I gently pushed open a bedroom.
A scene that shocked me appeared before my eyes.
It's a sunny bedroom. The afternoon sun shines through the windows all over the floor. A woman without clothes is lying on the bed. She's lying in the bed with a beautiful woman in the bedroom. The sunshine sprinkles like gold on her bright and plump body.
This woman is a beautiful aunt, although she is only ten years older than me, but I don't know why, since childhood I called her aunt.
And opposite her, her boyfriend, who studies art, is sketching with a pencil in front of the artist.
It was the first time I saw the body of an adult woman, so when I saw that scene, I was stunned and motionless.
The situation at that time was more frightened than stunned.
They were stunned too, with six eyes at each other, and time seemed to be at a standstill.
They didn't come back until the bowl in my hand fell on the ground and broke the ground.
I turned around and fled, forgetting that my mother was waiting for my vinegar at home in a hurry, and also forgetting to shut the door for them and rush out of the community...
Later, she seemed to disappear, not move, because her mother was still there, but I never saw her again.
Of course, you know, she won't disappear completely from my life. Every restless night, she will appear in my mind. I imagine all kinds of gestures. The only thing that remains unchanged is that she never wears clothes.
It never occurred to me that after ten years, my aunt and I would meet again, and in that case.
...
That day, I was summoned to drink by Zhang San and Ma Ning, a couple of them, in a new nightclub called 2 on Chengde Road.
We were crowded among a group of sexy red men and green women, shaking our heads with music and feeling a tsunami-like boom.
In the crowd with flashing lights, I suddenly saw a strange and familiar face.
The face flashed through the depths of the crowd.
I suddenly felt like an electric shock, because it seemed to be my aunt!
I hurried through the crowded crowd and scratched in that direction.
In that direction, I tried to find it for half a day, but I never saw the face again.
I guess I was mistaken and about to go back, but suddenly I was crowded onto the stage. The Russian model troupe on the stage was bringing exciting dances, exaggerated figures, coquettish dances, and energetic buttocks, which were all very exciting and overwhelming.
In the cajoling of Zhang San and other guests, a sexy female model and I danced face-to-face for a while. The vitality and sweat of Russian girls made me feel surging!
We stayed up late at night until we came out. We smoked outside and waited for the driver to come.
Suddenly, we heard a scream from a woman. Looking back, we found that there was a man pulling a woman back at the bar entrance.
The woman is a beautiful young woman, wearing a sexy evening dress skirt, the kind of bare back, very charming, pulled by the man, shoulder straps fell off, spring suddenly vented, she was obviously drunk, no strength on her body, but with consciousness in resistance, hoarseness and exhaustion.
Zhang San is a policeman. In this case, of course, he won't turn a blind eye to it, and we were so crowded that we walked over together.
The man was very strong, flat-headed, wearing a vest, and his arms were covered with blue and black tattoos, the kind that would frighten people at a turn.
He naturally disdains our several dissuasions and will start with us when he gets up.
After all, Zhang San has practiced it, and we are so crowded that he lay on the ground in twos and threes.
He was obviously dissatisfied and wanted to go in and call people, but when Zhang Sanliang came out as a policeman, the fellow was honest and ran in gray.
When I lifted the woman up and asked her if she was doing anything, I was stunned and stunned.
Because this woman is no one else, but an aunt!
It seems that I didn't read it wrong at that time. It was her just now.
It never occurred to me that, after ten years, I should see my aunt again on such an occasion.
It's hard for you to imagine the shock that a woman who stayed in my dreams and imagination for so long suddenly really came alive before your eyes.
Although her hairdressing and make-up are quite different from before, (she used to wear a ponytail, now the straight hair of her shawl, the kind of noodles with clear soup). To my surprise, her appearance does not seem to change with time.
I used to fantasize that maybe someday in years'time I would meet beauty.