More than twenty years ago, I was 18 years old. My neighbor at that time was named Zhang Xuemei, and people in the village used to call her Mrs. Mei. In my eyes, Sister-in-law Mei is the most beautiful woman in the village. She has big eyes, a tall figure, and always speaks softly. I have never heard of her getting romantic with the neighbors. She is a good daughter-in-law who is loved by everyone. .

In Mrs. Mei’s thirtieth year, her husband unfortunately fell from the scaffolding and died on the spot. Sister-in-law Mei could have remarried, but she could not let go of her blind mother-in-law, and she had to fulfill her filial piety for her husband.

In rural areas, a woman has to work in the fields and take care of the elderly. You can imagine the hardship. At this time, some well-known people in the village, under the guise of helping those in distress, tried every means to get close to Mrs. Mei, please her, and flatter her, just to take advantage of her. As a result, they all ended up with their heads bruised and bleeding, and they were in a miserable state. .

My mother is a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see Mrs. Mei suffer, so she often lets me go to Bang Mei’s house to do some heavy labor. Every time after finishing work, Sister-in-law Mei always asked me to stay for dinner, even if I had ten thousand reasons, I could not overcome her enthusiasm and persistence.

What makes me particularly uncomfortable is that Mrs. Mei always treats me as an ignorant younger brother and never avoids the difference between men and women. When eating, she always likes to wear a translucent shirt, with a pink bra faintly visible, which makes me want to look but dare not look, and the lower body often becomes unreliable. Several times, I have seen Mrs. Mei in my dreams. I gradually developed a sense of attachment to her, but I always pretended to be nonchalant, for fear of being noticed by her.

It was an autumn morning, and I remember this day clearly. Sister-in-law Mei was going to pull weeds in the cornfield. My mother said that she was lonely and scared when she went to the field alone. If you go to help her, it would be a way of giving her courage. When I heard this, I naturally wanted to do it.

At this time, the corn was already as tall as a person. I got on my motorcycle, took Mrs. Mei and went straight to her cornfield. Sister-in-law Mei was wearing a lace long-sleeved dress and a sun hat today, looking dashing and handsome. I could smell the faint body fragrance emanating from her body.

As soon as we walked into the cornfield, it became a world for two. I deliberately pulled weeds slowly so that I could walk side by side with Mrs. Mei. Halfway through pulling it out, Mrs. Mei said she was too tired and should sit down and rest. She then spread the plucked grass on the ground and invited me to sit down with her. She casually fanned herself with her sunhat and asked me if it was warm. At that time, I was only looking at her breasts rising and falling, and I forgot to answer. Look, she hit me lightly, and I woke up as if from a dream. At this time, I didn't know where I got the courage to say, "Sister-in-law Mei, I want to kiss you." Sister-in-law Mei's face turned red and she said, "What are you thinking about?"

I was held hostage by a primitive force, and I held Mrs. Mei in my arms. Mrs. Mei struggled, "What are you doing? Let me go!" I kissed her face and mouth desperately, and Mrs. Mei's initial resistance turned into active acceptance. This was the first time I saw naked Sister-in-law Mei, and this was the first time I experienced the joy of clouds and rain.

Afterwards, Sister-in-law Mei asked me: Is my sister-in-law bad? I said you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I want to marry you as my wife. Sister-in-law Mei solemnly told me that she was more than ten years older than me and a woman with children. She could not be with me and she would only be nice to me.

My relationship with Sister-in-law Mei lasted for a year and ended only after her mother-in-law passed away. That night, she invited me to the woods near the village and told me that she was getting married, and that she would be marrying far away. This was the last time we saw each other and the last time we were intimate. After Mrs. Mei got married, she never contacted me again.

At last count, Mrs. Mei is now in her early fifties. I don’t know where she married, and I don’t know how she is doing now!