Under the deep darkness of night, Li Haojun finished his business trip, taking a plane and then a taxi home. He hadn't told Qin Wenjing he was coming back beforehand, because it was too late, but he couldn't suppress his eagerness to return.
Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, Li Haojun got out of the car and walked into the courtyard. The roses at the foot of the porch were in full bloom after the summer sun and rain, their delicate fragrance carried on the gentle night breeze. But this abundance and fragrance added a touch of desolation to Li Haojun's heart, reminding him of the time he had missed. "Is the lady of the house still there? Is she still waiting peacefully, just like the day I left?"
For some reason, Qin Wenjing's companionship was as important to Li Haojun as his own life; she seemed like an inseparable part of him, even more so than his own attachment, and he was always afraid of losing her.
Entering the living room, the familiar furnishings and atmosphere, so many of her figures and memories had taken place in this room. Ahead was her bedroom, the door ajar. Li Haojun, with a mix of trepidation and eagerness, pushed it open and entered. On the bed, there was her familiar figure; finally, her anxiety subsided.
She had changed into a thicker blanket and lay flat on the bed, her face turned to one side, her hair partially obscuring her cheek. Li Haojun removed her outer garment and lay down beside her. In the darkness of the living room, she looked at her face—so familiar, her breathing even and gentle. Li Haojun wanted to tell her she was home, that she was beside her, but she didn't want to disturb her sleep. So she gently nestled on the same pillow as her, wrapped her left arm around her waist, and placed her arm on her hip. She buried her face in her hair, breathing in her scent, savoring the quiet of their time together.
It seemed Li Haojun was a sentimental person. Since waking up from her amnesia, she had accumulated so many beautiful memories in this room and with the woman who owned it. From the bedroom to the living room, the kitchen, her presence was everywhere; from the courtyard, the path, to the mountain riverbank, her companionship was constant. And this was all in the last few months; in the years before that, how much longing had he felt? Was it doubled, just like the feelings he had now?
When he opened his eyes again, his vision was obstructed, completely disoriented—where was he, what was his position, what was his posture? Li Haojun tried to regain his senses, to find his strength and adjust his position.
Then he noticed her presence. He looked up and saw Qin Wenjing embracing him. She was looking down at him, her hair obscuring her face, but unable to hide the smile in her eyes and on her lips.
Looking into her eyes, Li Haojun smiled back and whispered,
"I'm back."
"Mmm," she replied, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. They were together again, he felt the warmth and softness of her skin, the longing and entanglement in her eyes.
"Missed me?" Qin Wenjing's voice was slightly low.
"Mmm," Li Haojun responded, sitting up and embracing Qin Wenjing tightly, whispering in her ear,
"I missed you." Breathing in her hair, feeling the scent of her skin, her flesh and blood, and the soul it carried, was so intimate. Li Haojun unconsciously tightened his arms around her waist and back. Their combined weight pushed aside the cushions behind Qin Wenjing, and his tight embrace and weight seemed to bind her… Qin Wenjing closed her eyes, turning her head to one side, completely absorbed, communicating only through physical contact the longing and waiting she had felt these past days, perhaps the longing of these past years, or even the longing and waiting of countless lifetimes.
Happy times are always so simple, with two people you care about by your side. On a sunny Sunday morning, two figures ran and jumped in the fields. The rising sun, morning dew dampening their shoes and trousers, the fresh air invigorating. Tired from running and jumping like children, the two strolled down. Qin Wenjing asked,
"How was the trip? Didn't Lily seduce you?" She then smiled at Li Haojun,
"She seems to know a bit about you. Don't you know her?"
"No,"
"Oh, maybe she learned about you through other channels."
"Was the work smooth? Anything special?"
"Hehe, this job seems to be a military mission,"
"How so?"
"It's in a very remote place in the desert. The trainees are all young people of similar age, with a large male proportion."
"Oh,"
"During the day, I train them, and afterwards Lily drives me to a nearby town for lunch and rest. That town is quite special; it's a community built according to the 'anti-leeching fairness concept.' People of similar types are grouped according to their individual behavior patterns..." "In the same community, the result is that the neighborhoods with friendly people are peaceful every day, while the neighborhoods with mean and aggressive people are constantly in conflict, arguing, fighting, and damaging property. You can see these things from a distance every day. When the disputes escalate to the point that someone cancels their household registration, a new person of the same kind is sent to the community. This is indeed fairer to everyone else, but isn't it a bit extreme?"
"Diversity,"
"What?" Li Haojun didn't understand.
"Social forms practice diversity. There have been related sociological studies about the distance that love can spread in society. If there are too many selfish people in a society, or people with neutral levels of social interaction, it will become a barrier to the spread of love in society." The "love trap" is a trap; friendly social interactions are unlikely to be passed on to selfish people. Even neutral individuals may turn negative due to a lack of perceived social care. Therefore, in later social practices, to ensure the overall positive development of society, those participants labeled as "love traps" are isolated. Of course, the proportion and scale of social practices vary in different regions.
"Oh, you told me before that those kind people who wouldn't hurt others live very well. Do they also have their own communities?"
"No," Qin Wenjing playfully denied Li Haojun,
"Then how do they live so well?"
"The vast majority of them..." Most people volunteer to spread seeds of love throughout society; only those who are wounded return to their communities to heal.
“Oh, so are we?” Li Haojun had barely asked when she realized she didn't have much of a social life, so she chuckled self-deprecatingly,
“Never mind, we don't contribute much to society besides work.” Qin Wenjing chuckled, looking at Li Haojun. Their eyes met, and Li Haojun perked up, grabbing Qin Wenjing's arm,
“Hey, who says I'm not a seed of love? I can sow seeds of love too!” She gave Qin Wenjing a mischievous smile, then pulled her towards home.
At this point, Qin Wenjing understood, saying no while her body yielded.
Back in the family courtyard with her beloved, the banana trees in the corner, the roses in the shade, and the wild roses under the porch—everything was so familiar. The golden hours of the morning passed quickly, but this time Li Haojun felt no emptiness or loss that the passage of time brought, because he was holding his lover's hand tightly.
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