June is the graduation season for college students every year, and I am also an intellectual. In the summer of 2003, I just graduated from college. The hot weather always makes people fidgety, prompting me to have nowhere to go but to go back to my hometown where I was born and raised to pursue my dream of being a village official. This is my only dream since I was a child. After returning to my hometown, I submitted my application, and the whole process of running for village official went smoothly, and my dream finally came true.
Usually there is nothing to do in the village. Whenever I am bored, I will go to town to get together with my classmates. In those days, our favorite party place was the ballroom, where I met Cher. Under the colorful lights, I only saw Cher, and her graceful dancing made me deeply involved. The first time I met a girl I had a crush on, I got up the courage to ask her to dance. I thought I would be rejected, but she said yes. With the rhythm of the music, I put my arm around her waist and found her more charming than I expected.
After the dance, I dragged her out for a walk. She did not refuse. We talked a lot that night. Walking, I took my bag to the house I rented. She sat by the bed and kept smiling at me. I lost control and hugged her. Instead of resisting, she cooperated with me. After the passion that night, she suddenly cried in my arms like a child, saying that her husband died three years ago and there was a three-year-old child at home. The reason why she had sex with me was because she was lonely. After listening to her words, I was a little confused. I really fell in love with a widow.