Chapter 1

It was a hot summer day. After waiting for more than half a month, the day of the college entrance examination results finally arrived. Thanks to my good academic performance, I had already learned my college entrance examination scores through the online inquiry system. According to the experience of previous years, it should not be a problem for me to study in a 211 university.

Walking through the playground of the campus, it was a break in the class. Some people were playing basketball in the huge field, and some were going to the toilet. Under the shade of a tree, groups of male and female students were either talking or buying things in the canteen. Until the bell rang, the first and second grade students who were still in class ran back to the classroom. When the classmates disappeared one after another, Sophia was standing under a camphor tree with a smile.

Unlike her usual school uniform, her clothes today were simple and casual. She wore a sky blue shirt on the upper body, a red and white plaid skirt on the lower body, and a pair of light pink sandals on her feet. She was carrying a schoolbag on her shoulders, and the hairpin on her head had been untied, revealing a flowing mess of hair combed behind her head, with a floral decoration pinned near one of her ears. She had a light makeup on her round face, and the rustic high school girl had gradually faded away, and she had transformed into a stunning girl.

Sophia had a well-proportioned figure and a dignified posture. She was only a few centimeters shorter than me, so compared with other girls, her figure always looked very slender. She was about the same age as me, and was at the age when girls change a lot. Now she has grown into a beautiful girl.

She was the kind of girl who was carefree and sunny, and she was always very popular in the class. She always had a radiant smile on her face, like an angel, and around her, there was laughter everywhere.

I fell in love with this girl since junior high school. Her family and I were not in the same community, but my father seemed to have some business dealings with their family. When we were in junior high school, we were in the same school. I remember it was an afternoon in the second year of junior high school. During the class meeting, the head teacher brought her over and assigned her to be my deskmate. She was a transfer student, but her grades were very good. Her cheerful personality made her quickly become my good friend. We studied and played together.

I may be a little precocious, at least in terms of feelings. As the saying goes, love grows over time. After a semester, I gradually developed a good impression of Sophia, that is, that vague love. It was just that I was too young at that time and was strictly controlled by my parents and teachers, so that kind of feeling was only kept in my heart, which is what people often call secret love.

When I was promoted to high school after the junior high school entrance examination, I thought I would never see her again, but due to a little fate, we were in the same school again in the next three years of high school. Sophia is smarter than ordinary girls. She is good at math. We both chose science, so in the second year of high school, we became classmates again.

Her grades are better than mine. We were good friends in junior high school and we were close in class. Other students always thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I wanted to explain it every time, but she was generous and never denied it.

Young emotions are so implicit and nonsensical. I don’t know when she started to like me. Maybe we both fell in love over time. I didn’t want to attract the attention of the head teacher, and I didn’t want to alarm our parents, so we didn’t publicize our relationship. She always urged me to study behind my back and helped me solve some difficult problems from time to time. Thanks to her encouragement and help, my academic performance has been pretty good. Although I can’t compare with her, I can always maintain an above-average level.

The three-year high school career came to an abrupt end with the end of the college entrance examination. Walking on the tree-lined avenue, the smell of the camphor tree filled my face with the summer wind, fresh and cool. I bought her ice cream, and I was a bottle of happy water. We talked for a long time.

Her score was higher than mine, and her family wanted her to study abroad. I asked her if she had any favorite country or school. She said she wanted to go to Canada, the country of maple leaves known for its snow town.

She asked me what I thought again. Although my score was not as good as hers, I had heard about studying abroad. It was relatively easy to go to a foreign school. As long as I went through the formalities and paid the money, I could go. But I was still worried about my family. What if my parents didn’t agree to my studying abroad?

She saw a trace of loneliness in me, and said with a little mischief, “You are not allowed to say no. You must convince your uncle and aunt to go abroad with me...” I was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled brightly, “Don’t worry, if it doesn’t work, I can just stay and not go abroad.”

She was always like this, showing a different side in front of me from time to time. I wanted to ask her if she had made a decision, but she jumped to go home instead.

“Hehe ... I’m going home. Victor, thank you for the ice cream.”

Watching her figure gradually go away, I covered my voice with my hands and shouted to her, “Sophia, if you have chosen a school, remember to tell me...”

“Hehe...” She turned and smiled at me, and then walked out of the school gate.

Before leaving school, I went into the office and said goodbye to my high school class teacher and substitute teachers one by one. I talked to them about some interesting things in the class in the past, and discussed the selection of schools and majors. The teachers treated me very well and told me everything they knew. After chatting for a while, I didn’t want to disturb their work anymore, so I chose to leave.

Finally, I returned to the classroom and said goodbye to several classmates who had not left for the three years of high school. At the end, we exchanged WeChat and agreed to meet again after the new year.

Holding the college entrance examination score sheet and an application guide in my hand, I went downstairs and began to rush home. Thinking that my mother was still waiting for me at home, I quickened my pace.

My mother has a poetic name - Penelope. According to my mother’s recollection, this is a poem taken by my grandparents from the Book of Songs, the first collection of ancient Chinese poetry. There is a line in “The Quiet Woman” in Beifeng, “The Quiet Woman is so pretty, waiting for me at the corner of the city.” It means quiet and beautiful.

My mother is 38 years old this year, nearly 1.7 meters tall, and weighs just over 100 kilograms. She used to study music in school, and married my father and had children early while she was still in school. In terms of marriage, it was still a bit avant-garde in her era.

Although my mother is nearly 40 years old, thanks to her good maintenance and her natural beauty, the ruthless years have not left any traces on her, making it difficult for outsiders to tell her real age from her beautiful appearance. My mother is not a pretentious woman. She pursues truth, goodness and beauty. She always has many shining points on her. She always brings beauty to people with her shining light, like a big sister next door.

With her tall stature and moderate weight, my mother is not only slim, but also very charming. She has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her calm features seem to always be smiling. Her big eyes, as clear as lake water, contain a lot of tenderness. Under her delicate nose, there are lips as pink as rose petals, which always emit a charming fragrance when she opens her mouth. And her fair skin, after years of baptism, has not turned yellow or loose, but is still as white and moist as a girl.

I like the way my mother smiles the most. There is a charming dimple on the side of her curved little mouth, and there are many intoxicating charms hidden in her charming eyes like black mist. And my mother’s figure is impeccable, with plump and firm breast curves, a slender waist, a bulging and beautiful buttocks, and a pair of long legs under her skirt. My mother has a devilish figure, which is not only external beauty. In the occasional physical contact with my mother, I know that her body is also full of elasticity and softness.

Like most incest novels or Japanese AVs, I think my mother is beautiful, gentle and easy to get close to, and I also have unspeakable sexual impulses towards her. However, since entering puberty, I have also had fantasies about my goddess-like mother under the influence of the Internet, but I know that it is just the result of hormone secretion, and I don’t expect to really fall in love with her like a pair of mandarin ducks one day.

My mother has loved me since I was a child. She worries about many things for me. She will coax me when I cry and hug me when I wipe my nose. This is the case with only children. She agrees to everything I ask for that is not excessive. But she also has a strict side. If I do something wrong, she will make things difficult for me, and will teach me a lesson and let me reflect on it.

I remember that when I was a child, I had a fight with a lower grade student and beat a boy’s face blue. His parents came to my house. Not only did my mother scold me, but she also spanked me with a broom and made me reflect on the wall in the study. The reason was that the two sides were arguing about whose mother was prettier. Of course, I thought my mother was prettier, so I punched the boy. However, even after hearing my truth, my mother didn’t look at me well. It was not until I admitted my mistake with grievance that she comforted me with fruits and candies.

Every mother wants her son to be successful. Out of the emphasis on education, she cannot let her children fall behind and lose in social competition. As long as my grades drop, she will scold me severely. I never dare to disobey my mother, so I have both fear and admiration for my mother. When she is angry, she is another kind of beauty in my eyes, a beauty unique to mature women. Having such a mother to accompany me to grow up is really bitter and sweet.