Insufficient balance

  In the warm glow of sunset, beautiful women are playing and frolicking by the riverbank, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. In a quiet corner, she in purple and blue robes, with an elegant and serene expression on her face, presents a striking contrast to the lively and joyful atmosphere, yet blends in harmoniously without revealing any signs of discord. Her slender arms, like lotus stems, are raised elegantly as she combs her long hair, which cascades down like a waterfall. With gentle strokes, she uses her wet jade comb to smooth out her tresses, her skin as fair and delicate as snow. Her slender feet, like polished jade, barely touch the water's surface, lightly stirring up clear and sparkling ripples that also gently stir my heartstrings. And then there is the one in green robes... if only she could lower her slender hands a bit more...

  Just as I was busy, a buzzing object suddenly flew in front of my eyes. My gaze was drawn to a dark red ball about ten steps away, amidst the branches, accompanied by a faint humming noise. It's that kind of dangerous insect that likes to swarm and is more likely to give you a headache. I immediately thought of an idea - tonight's dinner has been settled. After being smoked, this thing can be used to make excellent bee pupae with slow fire, and the beeswax is also a great material for daily use. Although it was almost evening and most had returned to their nests, accidentally disturbing them would be disastrous. Weighing my options, I bid farewell to the beautiful thing for now and made an effort for my dinner.

  I held my breath, slowly and carefully making my way forward, stepping on the branches with my feet, and then gently covering them up again. I pulled out a small knife and lightly cut off the parts of the branch that were stuck together, careful not to make any sudden movements. These wild guys are not like domesticated ones, if one or two escape, it's enough to give me a headache. Just as I was about to succeed, suddenly there was a rustling sound nearby, which made my heart jump and my hair stand on end, and I almost dropped everything in my hands. I cursed inwardly, but after listening carefully, I realized that the sound was moving towards the water's edge in a very regular pattern. I thought to myself that it shouldn't be an animal or anything like that around here, because every time we set up camp along the way, within a radius of ten miles, all possible poisonous snakes and beasts, everything that could be eaten, had been killed by the hungry troops and filled their bellies without leaving any survivors. And now there were people watching from the outside, they wouldn't let ordinary people sneak in here, but this place has only one advantage, which is a good view and it's hidden, and it's also close to the water's edge. So it seems that it's just another fellow enthusiast like me. I breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away the cold sweat, and stretched my slightly stiff body.

  But I didn't know that this distraction was not good, and I lost sight of what was under my feet. The branch I stepped on suddenly loosened and swung up, hitting my hand, causing the package of "midnight snacks" to fly out with great force. As I watched in pain and astonishment, it drew a short arc, and then exploded into a thicket tens of feet away, followed by a loud noise like a fountain, spewing out countless small black dots that blocked out the sky and sun.

  I let out a miserable cry, my hands covering my head as I dived to the ground, but then I heard a blood-curdling scream, which was drowned out by the thunderous roar and buzzing noise. A man with his head in his arms came tumbling out of the quivering thicket.

  As the sunset shone down, I clearly saw that this gentleman's head was covered with several pieces of yellow stuff. Along with the strong wind blowing by, a group of buzzing sounds chased after him, and he ran wildly towards the riverbank, dragging behind him a long black cloud. He rushed into the midst of a group of beauties, startling the birds and flowers along the water's edge, causing them to lose their color and flee in all directions. In an instant, there were screams, splashing sounds, and even someone jumping into the water with a loud splash. The cries and shouts filled the air without ceasing.

  I've never had such a big headache, how to deal with the culprit of that swollen head like a deformed gourd, and comfort those frightened women. How to find an excuse to explain to His Majesty, and how to face Yang Taizhen? And on top of that, there's another bigger trouble emerging, someone wailing "Sister Ah Man is gone!" And someone even saw a purple ribbon floating on the water surface.

  It's clear that the secluded spot had a good effect, and I had instructed everyone not to disturb me, so after making a ruckus for half a day, with cries filling the air, still no one came to take a look. What's even more infuriating is that when someone fell into the water, the expressions on the faces of the people present were all the same - they all had a helpless and stupid look, with tears in their eyes, staring at me. Unbelievable, it was me again! Although I really wanted to push that guy who was stunned and confused into the water, I was afraid that would just add another drowning person. It seemed like... there was only me left. Although this was something I had been hoping for a long time, now it was right in front of me... "Damn you..." Before I could even react, some kind-hearted person took action and "helped" me from behind, which meant that with great reluctance and in an awkward position, I plunged into the water, and conveniently swallowed a few mouthfuls of cool water.

  After the loud splash, there was a dead silence. The river water in early autumn was cool and gentle, with a visible riverbed that wasn't very deep or rapid. It was easy to see that a slender purple figure was floating half-submerged in the ripples of the water, with a pale face that was heart-wrenchingly beautiful. The sunlight reflected off the riverbed, casting tiny shadows on the rippling water, and the sleeves of her dress fluttered and danced in the current. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her elegant figure drifted aimlessly, exuding an air of holiness and loneliness. Yet, she seemed especially isolated and helpless, not at all like someone who had fallen into the water by accident. In that instant, something burst forth from my heart, a feeling of pity that was cold to the bone, yet warm in my heart. I felt an overwhelming urge to hold her tightly in my arms, and even thought that it would be wonderful if we could stay like this forever... It was as if I had seen this scene before in some movie...

  Of course, by the time I realized that facing a drowning person head-on was a very stupid thing to do, those flexible and slippery limbs had exploded with astonishing strength, entwining me like an octopus. After being choked several times, in the rolling bubbles, I also drowned.

  In this brief moment, I felt as if I had experienced a lot and been touched deeply.

  When I, in a very ambiguous posture, hugged the person who was tightly wrapped around my body, and struggled to crawl out of the water, it was already noisy with people's voices on the shore. As someone who had encountered this situation for the second time, I didn't think much and proceeded with the usual emergency treatment. But some people seemed not to be thinking at all.

  Seeing this man continue to press down on Ah-man sister's body, which was unconscious and drenched, with her curves exposed, in a posture that made people's faces flush with desire. He shamelessly touched and pressed (cardiopulmonary resuscitation), and even kissed and nibbled (mouth-to-mouth resuscitation). The beautiful women who were about to cry turned into shocked expressions, their faces red then white, white then red, finally revealing an expression that was uglier than crying: "Ah-man sister is done for this lifetime".

  However, what's even more unbearable is the intimate contact with this plump and smooth, curvaceous body that can't be described in words. It's not like those immature and tender little girls who haven't developed yet. The icy soft lips, the skin that's so delicate it seems to break at a touch, the full and elastic sensation of her flesh under my hands... all of this makes my blood rush down to certain parts of my body at an extraordinary speed, making me feel an unseemly urge to commit a crime, making me feel embarrassed and not wanting to get up. And my nose betrayed me once again. It opened up several bright colors on her clothes, causing a commotion of "someone's been hurt".