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He writhed in pain, his muffled gasps unheard amidst the cries of the woman and the boy. His nerves were stretched to the breaking point, his mind a cacophony of noise, and as darkness crept into his vision, he finally rolled his eyes back and fainted.
Xu Yuan had avenged herself; she imagined that this man would never again be able to rise to the occasion, no matter how beautiful the women he encountered throughout his life.
While the woman on the bed in the outer room was busy moaning in pleasure, the boy was arguing with another about who would take over first. Seizing the moment, she and Yang Jingsheng quietly pushed open a small window in the corner of the inner room and climbed out of the Farm Shed.
Closing the window behind them, they left the world inside the Farm Shed behind. The brilliant sun hung overhead as Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment, pulling Yang Jingsheng back to her father's grave. They stared blankly at the mound of yellow earth, murmuring words they couldn't quite articulate. After a while, she linked arms with Yang Jingsheng and began their walk home.
Once back home, Xu Yuan and Yang Jingsheng resumed their intimacy. This time, they wasted no time and went straight to the point. They needed to prepare for their return to Ningzhou and didn't have much time for frivolities. After all, once they returned to Ningzhou, they would have plenty of time for that.
After reaching a climax together, they finished their lovemaking, dressed quickly, and began packing their bags. Yang Jingsheng made a call to the wild taxi driver from yesterday, arranging for him to pick them up at a small intersection. Once they were ready, Xu Yuan stood before her father's spirit tablet and said, "Dad, we’re leaving!"
With reverence, she lifted her father's spirit tablet and placed it into a small bag. Yang Jingsheng wrapped an arm around her shoulder and picked up a large backpack as they headed out along the same path they had taken yesterday.
As they passed Xiao Yong's house, they saw Xiao Yong's mother alone on the doorstep drying vegetables in the sun; there was no sign of the three boys, likely still entangled with that woman.
"Ah Yuan," Aunt A Shan asked, "are you leaving?"
"Yes, Aunt A Shan. Can I ask you something?" Xu Yuan replied.
"What is it?"
"Can you tell me how my dad died?" Xu Yuan asked.
"I heard that he refused to eat or drink for several days before he passed away," Aunt A Shan said.
Xu Yuan listened without saying anything further; she nodded goodbye to Aunt A Shan and continued on her way. When they reached the small intersection, the wild taxi was waiting as promised. They climbed in, and as the vehicle bounced along the gravel road, Xu Yuan softly called out for her father to follow her. The descent was much quicker than the ascent; within an hour, they arrived at the train station.
The southeast winds brought by the typhoon began to take effect as the weather turned overcast. Just then, a train bound for Ningzhou pulled into the station. Yang Jingsheng paid for their taxi fare and hurriedly pulled Xu Yuan across the platform onto the train. He urged her to find a seat while he went to get their tickets from the conductor. By the time he returned after purchasing them, rain streaked down the windows outside.
Yang Jingsheng sat down and took Xu Yuan's hands in his own. Reflecting on their journey from yesterday, they could never have anticipated such an ending. Xu Yuan rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Will you come home again?" Yang Jingsheng asked.
Xu Yuan opened her eyes wide to look at him. For two days she had been so resolute and composed without showing an ounce of sorrow; now her eyes brimmed with tears.
"What is home?" she asked.
Yang Jingsheng could not answer.
In the distance, thunder rumbled ominously before heavy rain began pouring down in torrents. Xu Yuan's tears transformed into glistening pearls that rolled down her rosy cheeks and dripped onto her clothing…
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