Chapter 18

Autumn has come to an end, but the weather has no intention of seeing coldness.Several heavy rains have been sprinting down and stopping.

When it cleared, the flames were still simmering in the daytime, making the ground wrinkle. The cement dust on the alley was like the noodles just fried in a hot pot. When you stepped on it, you started to smoke. It was scorching and hot, making people feel tight.

The people in the alley frowned as soon as they opened the door.

Who is unethical and even sprinkled a row of yellow sand and stones and spots of water and lime in the very clean alley.

But at this afternoon, although the doors of the rows of courtyard houses were open, there were very few pedestrians on the street.

There was a shop in the middle of the alley, with colorful strips of cloth on the street, and Wu Si and three or four neighbors sat in the store with their chests exposed and chatting.

Alas, have you heard of it?

Fantasy Li waved the fan with one hand and rubbed the skinny and scalded chest with the other hand. He pinched the black and greasy sweat towels in his hand and fiddled with them, saying: Xuesen is about to get married.

What's so strange about this? A motherless child has started a family long ago.

Wu Si, who had been half lying on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes and swayed the fan, burst into laughter and pointed at the pile of dust and garbage with the fan and continued: "How about building a big project? This kid has been rich in recent years."

The father and son fought a battle last night in the fool's family.Hehe... When I went to see it, it was already lively. The father and son were naked and covered in blood. Widow Zhang supported her husband to scold her son, and she poured the old soup into the yard.Oh, you didn't see you, Widow Zhang's pair of big white breasts and pants pulled to the root of her thighs... Li said, swallowing a sip as if she was greedy.

What happened? Ah Binggang returned home in glory, so why did he call a fool?Some people say.

Old Li, you should go up and pull the thigh, so you put your nose to the base of your thigh and smell the fragrance... Li quipped.

Forget it, I don’t dare to get involved. I’m so thin that I can hold her to the point of putting it on?But Lao Wu pressed it up and the meat mountain was folded into the meat mountain, which made the taste come out!Otherwise, we three, with a body full of flesh and strong strength, will definitely make the woman smile and feel comfortable all over!

San'er, who was sitting at the door, slapped Bayashi Li's forehead with a fan and said with a smile: I didn't provoke you again, why am I doing?Old Wu, Uncle Bing is back this time, I will give you a lot of money.

Everyone in the alley knows that when Zhang Bing was over and wanted to cross the ocean to cross the world, Wu Si sold his watch and bicycle to raise a fee to support him.

Wu Si shook his forehead: Why do you have to thank me for your kindness? You didn’t see him at my house that day and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me. That’s enough.

If you don’t believe it or not, didn’t you chase after A Bing and ask how many shops there are?Fantasy Li said something that made everyone laugh.

Wu Si also smiled so hard that his body was trembling. After a while, he sat up and stroked his thick belly with his hands, and frowned and regretful.

He took a heavy breath and sighed: I really can't tell whether A Bing is well-developed. He didn't have big boxes or small packages when he went home this time. It seems that he is really not doing well outside.

That's right, there is an overseas Chinese who returned to his hometown on Qian Street. He just called several cars for three wheels.Someone followed.

Fanya Li lowered his voice: It would be great if he could come back. A Bing went there secretly, so why is no one pursuing it now?

Zhao Li came out of Xuesen's red painted door, holding a huge watermelon in her hand. This was the ice watermelon in Xuesen's backyard well. It was so hot today that day, and it was just enough to eat watermelon to relieve heat. I almost got a knife to open it.

San'er was so happy that he was already in a hurry and left.

Several people chewed the melons, licked their mouths and smacked their tongues, and drank the melon seeds.

Just as I was so proud that the side door facing away, a man in his fifties came out, with square faces and small eyes, and his face was fair and fair.

In the hot days, he was wearing a shirt with red and green spots printed on it, but his lower body was wearing a pair of wide shorts, which looked delicate and neat, without any delay.

When Old Wu saw A Bing come out, he laughed and got up, burping, and asked: The room is not very cool!Are you dressed so well and want to go out?Come on...Eat melons...The well water is iced, cool, sandy and sweet.

Thailand is so hot, but there is air conditioning.Others picked up the melon peels that they had just eaten, drove flies and swept the floor, and chatted with A Bing with nothing to say.

When A Bing saw Zhao Li next to him, he couldn't help but gasp. It was so refreshing and beautiful. He was wearing a moon-white short shirt and trousers, a pair of unbroken plastic slippers, a black and oily hair loosely tied up a bun, and a pair of white earrings as big as almonds were just exposed outside his hair. His clean face and beautiful eyes looked a little more pretty than his other wife in Thailand.

Ouch!A Bing jumped up from the recliner that Lao Wu had just given out. There was no one who let the girl stand, come and sit down.His eyes were already smiling so that Maitreya Buddha narrowed into a slit.

You're welcome, you're a distinguished guest.

Zhao Li said to A Bing with a charming look.

But he often looked at him in panic, like a little rabbit who was shocked, his eyes rushing around, as if he was hiding something.

Zhang Bing secretly returned to his hometown without any ostentation this time, not because of his smuggling in the past, but because of that year.

Nowadays, the government encouraged them to come and invest, and he was invited by the people in the provincial capital. In the province, he promised hundreds of millions of dollars to invest in the nuclear power plant, sending the followers around him away. He was afraid of disturbing the local officials, so he quietly returned to his hometown alone.

It was almost evening that day, Widow Zhang suddenly found that the pomegranate tree in the yard had fruits, and two light yellow pomegranates inlaid with red color were hung outside the window, and you could pick them with your hand out.

She was surprised that the pomegranate tree had never blossomed but not bear fruit. Widow Zhang was in a state of turmoil. Any man and woman who had an affair would avoid pomegranates the most, which meant that the pearl was secretly knotted. Moreover, she had just done that with her biological son, and there was still a fool's sticky semen in her crotch.

The fool was always so casual and unscrupulous. After lunch, she had just had a sleepy sleep when she suddenly felt a chill in her lower body. At some point, the fool had climbed onto the bed and took off her pants.

She spread her thighs in confusion and let her son's huge and swollen penis penetrate in. The thing always aroused her desire quickly. With just a few thrusts like this, a lot of lust juice oozed out of her place, and the sweat beads on her body were printed onto the mat.

The fool has extraordinary talent, so strong that every time he seems to be breaking up her bones, he lies on her body like a hard labor, and sweats profusely on her body, as if he has just been fished out of a well.

The hair marks in her place where she was fucked by the fool's poor and it turned into a refreshing numbness. The deep inside was also gathered with a torrent of normal snatch. She was tense and wanted to refuse and waited for her son's attack.

The penis was tireless and still went in and out quickly, rubbing her fleshy petals gradually becoming thicker. A pleasure that was soothing and pleasing to the bones and marrow suddenly came suddenly. Her fleshy petals couldn't help but contracted in a spasm, and the resentment that was dull in the chest immediately moaned. The deep vagina that had been swelling for a long time was also released, and a soul seemed to have left its body and rose up, floating in the clouds.

After the fool's sperm ejaculated, he ignored her eyes closed and immersed in the pleasant aftertaste. He spread her hand that was tightly holding her neck tightly, and jumped up and got out of bed.

She stared at the naked back of her son who had left her. At this time, she saw the pomegranate on the tree outside the window again. Finally, she decisively grabbed the scissors, leaned up to put on her clothes, picked up the scissors and cut off the two pomegranates.

She heard two pomegranates falling into the yard, just in the accumulated water of an old jar. With a plop, the sound seemed hollow and long.

The fool was obviously angry, and he shouted loudly: Why did you cut it off?

I also like the Ah of those two pomegranates. If you don’t cut them, you will lose branches in the end.Widow Zhang could only persuade her son with kind words.

The fool still said unyieldingly: Why don’t you stay on the branch and let me see it for a few days?

The fool slammed the door and went out in anger. She was sweating and itchy, and the hair on her neck and spine were also thorny and felt uncomfortable. She was about to warm up the water and wanted to take a shower.

At this time, the door of her house was shaking and pounding. Widow Zhang thought she was copying the electricity meter. When she opened the door, she met A Bing. Her husband who had been living in Nanyang more than 20 years ago had faded from her memory. She suddenly had a desire to cry, which was the sadness of reunion after a long separation.

She resisted the whimpering sound of slowly rising from her chest, and used her back to resist A Bing's sharp gaze. Fortunately, the darkness in the yard covered the tears on her cheeks.

Zhang Bing saw that the courtyard, which was not brand new in the past, is now even more dilapidated, covered with low weeds and vines climbing along the wall, and some light-colored women's clothes hung on the clothesline. The only thing that reminds people of the past is that the jars and jars under the pomegranate tree are stacked together, or leaning alone and brokenly in the corner of the wall, with old sewage and dead branches and leaves in the jar.

The wooden door was repaired, with new paint on it, and the door bolts were thick and tight. Once closed, it strictly isolated the yard from the outside, and also drew a boundary between the mother and son's pure and quiet life and the noisy world.

A Bing sat upright in the living room and took the towel handed by his wife Lanya: Why don’t you repair the yard? Don’t I send money every month?

I won’t save any money, who will we expect from orphans and widows in the future?

Lan Ya's fingers fiddled with the mortise-shaped window bolt, and her voice was very low.

A Bing couldn't help but look up at her. In the darkness of the afterglow, she was still in confinement when he left that year, as thin as a skeleton wrapped in leather, but now she is as rich as a rich and plump as her side face is really pretty.

The snow-white cheeks, a nose that looks like a green onion, and a fluffy and black hair that just slid on the ears, making the earrings look like white jade.

A Bing hugged her in a hurry, and kept rubbing her white flesh on her chest with his hands.

Lan Ya said panting: Don’t be here, maybe your son will come back.

The two of them entered the room together, and the big room was reflected by the dim sunset, showing a classical and cumbersome outline.

The heavy mahogany furniture is arranged around the four walls, the clock on the mirror stage is ticking, and the yellowed remains of A Bing's late parents are hanging on the north wall. Below the photo is the huge mahogany carved bed. When the sun sets, Lanya saw a mouse jumping out from under the bed and finally disappearing in the corner.

A Bing couldn't wait to remove his clothes and put them down, pressed Lan Ya to get upside the bed. Her chubby and plump body made A Bing feel unfamiliar. It was these strange feelings that tempted him even more arrogant. Even the black beard was different from the past. A Bing immediately pushed his penis forward. Once it poked in, he felt that she was warm and soft, and some lustful juice had already oozed out of it. He waved and hit her freely.

Lan Ya's depressed desire just now ignited him again. Unlike a fool, A Bing knew how to please women. His penis poked like a bird pecking at food, and it was fast and slow. His hands were stroking her body like a wind blowing on the willow, and even pressed his fingers on the flesh pecking that appeared at the top of her flesh petals, which made her tremble all over.

Lan Ya looked so afraid of people. Her face was drunk and red. Her cheekbones were so shiny that it was almost angry. Her forehead was covered with sweat. She was soaked with her hair, and she stuck to it in strands. Her eyes were half open, bright and bright, her mouth was slightly open, and she murmured and said something blurry.

A Bing hit hard, and suddenly, Lan Ya seemed to be crazy, her whole body rose and pressed against A Bing, biting it on his shoulder and tearing it back and forth, and her long hair jumped.

Her hands were like two eagle claws clenched on his blue and white back, and her butt was sifted wildly in the air.

After a while, she suddenly raised her head again, held A Bing's hair with both hands, and pressed his head hard on her chest, as if she wanted to stuff A Bing's head into her heart.

A Bing's two slender arms kept trembling, like a seriously injured rabbit, paralyzed in the bed, fighting with four thin legs, looking very weak and weak.

When Lanya bit his shoulder again, he suddenly struggled desperately and rolled hard, lay down to the center of the bed, moaning in a muffled voice. A blood mark was stained on the corner of Lanya's mouth, and a stream of blood was flowing on A Bing's left shoulder, dripping on his blue and white ribs.

The weather is very hot, and the alley looks even hotter. Even if there is a little south wind occasionally, it will be blocked by the wall when it blows. Others are like ants on a hot pan. After the sun sets, they will take out bamboo chairs to the door to blow the wind. The fool wanders around the alley. Seeing that there are many people coming and going in and out of Xue Sen’s home, he followed them in and join in the fun.

Xuesen went to work, so she had to ask Zhao Li to take care of her. A group of friends and friends pried square bricks, chiseled walls, pulled a large amount of yellow sand, stones, and white lime, and piled up a small patio.

They all use holidays to work hard, and they work meticulously, making the whole house look like a huge garbage dump.

Zhao Li was wearing a pajamas with red and white background. The two white orchids on the lapel made her chest even taller. She was patrolling inside and out of Xuesen, with a pair of almond eyes leaning against the door and looking at the busy people. The fool was playing with the sand on the pile of sand beside her, and her eyes were all over her body, and she couldn't help but feel a lot of saliva flowing out of her mouth.

Then a raving old lady came over in panic and whispered in Zhao Li's ear: Just as a man with white face entered Widow Zhang's house, the door immediately closed tightly.

The two women were still whispering mockingly, but the fool suddenly rushed home. Sure enough, the door was closed tightly, and his car turned around and ran towards Zhao Li's house, running towards the wall of her back patio. As soon as he climbed up to the wall, he heard the girl screaming. From the window of Zhao Li's bathroom, he saw the girl standing inside, looking at him with horror.

The fool saw Zhao Li's daughter Xiaoni's naked body, and the round curved outline of her upper body was suddenly exposed in front of him.

During the brief silence, Xiao Ni suddenly crossed her hands and covered her chest, and the fool's arrogant and unrestrained expression also became panicked. Xiao Ni shouted and cursed at him in a foul language. The fool heard Xiao Ni spit out such vulgar words for the first time, and the girl's rosy and beautiful face was full of provocative expressions, which shocked the fool.

He quickly looked away, climbed over the wall and jumped into his home.

Looking inside from the window, Widow Zhang's red top was hung on the back of the chair, but her embroidered slippers were stacked in front of the bed with a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Widow Zhang and a man were both lying on the head of the bed. She only wore a small collar. Her hair bun was spread out, and a large strand of black hair fell to her chest. She leaned on the head of the bed, tightly clasped the man's neck. The man turned red, revealing his blue and white back. His arms were so long and thin, and he rested on Widow Zhang's shoulders, his head was on her chest, and his whole face was buried in her thick hair.

The fool's face became so scared that he got white, and his ears were gray, his eyes and corners of his mouth were gray, and a lot of white saliva flowed out of his mouth.

His eyes were closed tightly, his upper teeth were exposed, and he bit his lower lip desperately, and his bite was so hard that the blood was oozing out. He hung from the corner of his mouth with his mouth in his mouth. His chest fell and his clothes were shaking.

The fool cried and crashed into the room. He gasped and grabbed A Bing from the bed. A Bing's naked body made him unable to start. He grabbed his hair tightly and pulled A Bing out of the bed.

A Bing was looking for his clothes in a mess, but the fool still punched and kicked violently. Widow Zhang also put on a dress casually, opened the door and shouted loudly to the alley.

Everyone in the alley rushed in and hugged the fool tightly. A Bing made him wilted. He drooped his head and blood flowed from his nostrils to the ground.

Lan Ya was furious and cried and slapped the fool's body, screaming and pulling: Silly son, he is your father.

A Bing ignored the blood stains in his nose and found his clothes to put on. Seeing that his silly son was still staring at him with his eyebrows and eyes wide open, he was still a little relieved. After all, he was his own son. Lan Ya was his mother who had been dependent on each other for so many years. It was like a forbidden territory, and of course he would never allow others to be involved.

When A Bing was in poverty in Thailand, he met a monk. When he calculated fortune-telling for him, he decided that he would be prosperous in the future because his destiny was helped by noble people.

A Bing asked again and again, and the monk finally said to him: Your life will defeat the offender. If you have a son who is confused and treacherous, then you will be your noble person.

Although A Bing has three or four concubines in Thailand, he has never given birth and sent someone to the mainland to inquire. Sure enough, his son is actually a mentally retarded child.

He asked the fool to come over and looked at him carefully. The grown-up son was a bit like him, but he was taller and stronger than him.

Lanya started cooking in the kitchen, but she raised her ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two men, for fear that the fool would say something that would hurt the morals.

The meal was ready, she came over and said to A Bing: You are talking nonsense to him, he doesn't understand at all.

But she often scanned them from the corner of her eyes. She quickly prepared a bowl of Lantern Festival, put it in front of A Bing, and did not speak. She retreated aside and continued to scan with her hidden eyes, her eyes flashing and dark.

However, Old A Bing felt that something was wrong with the two of them. Somehow, Lan Ya wanted to control her son hard, as if she wanted to tie him to her belt with a rope. She always stared at him tightly with every move. If her son walked from one end of the room to the other end, her eyes would slowly follow him with his feet. When her son moved his hands, her eyes would turn. A Bing thought Lan Ya's eyes were pretty, but when she stared at her son, the flashes were so fierce, her mouth was closed tightly, but she was a little afraid of others.

A Bing ate a stomach of watermelon at noon and drank two buckets of well water to take a shower after supper. He felt very happy at the time. After dinner, he felt that he had a fight with dragons and tigers in his stomach, stirring up meat and six vegetables. After eating two pieces of ginger, he still didn't care about it, so he had to run to Xuesen's toilet one after another.

Fortunately, the two black painted doors of Xuesen's house were removed from the paint and had not been installed yet.

In the middle of the night, when he lay down, he gritted his teeth and struggled to take pills, which made his stomach turbulent and waking up. After enduring for half an hour, his face turned blue. He was anxious and had to get up, covered his stomach, staggered and got up, going straight to Xuesen's backyard.

A long squat came in the newly built toilet next to the well.

A Bing felt that his stomach was looser, so he raised his pants and looked up at the sky. It was dark and it turned out that it had been dark since when.

A cool breeze hit, A Bing couldn't help but silence, and then he heard the sound of thunder rolling like wheels running across the road on the distant street.

He moved his sleepy and numb legs back to his home. Suddenly, a snap came from the yard room, as if something had been broken. With the flash of lightning, he tiptoed over the shaking flowers and trees in the cool breeze, sneaked under the window, and sat on the stone strips under the osmanthus tree.

You enemies, every time you make people become immortals.

Suddenly, A Bing heard his woman's long resentment.

He felt strange in his heart. After staying for a while, he didn't hear any movement in the room. He couldn't help but get up and poked his head up on the stone strip. The room was dark, and only the waning moon shone with a faint green light, which looked a little overcast.

The deep silence around him allowed him to clearly distinguish the heavy and light gasp inside, the breathing filled with fierce energy.

A Bing felt infinite fear, and the darkness made his heart cold.

His eyes widened, almost even his hair stood up.

On the bed in the room, two naked bodies were entangled. Her wife coiled her thighs to the man's waist. A Bing saw the white butt towards him, and the two petals of meat were spread wide open. The crack in the middle was crystal clear and oozing.

It can be seen that they had just passed a burst of indulgence, and one of her hands was still stroking the penis between the man's crotch. The man's palm in her palm was like a hibernating snake.

The woman continued to grop with unsatisfactory intentions, and she slid back and behind the end of the bed. After experiencing a wave of erotic baptism, she became more and more like a peony that had just bloomed in a garden. She looked so fresh and tender, with a thin waist, a large string of shiny beads on her head, and the flushing on her cheeks was as bright as rouge.

She picked up her penis with her mouth, ate, kissed and sucked, and the thing gradually expanded, making the woman's cheeks bulge and burst. The woman rose up with a smile, holding the penis with her hands and sank down as soon as she sat down. Then she gently waved her butt and twisted her body to the left and right and jumped up and down.

A Bing's eyes were straightened, his mouth wide open and his body was sweating profusely, and he stood out of the window like a stone man, not daring to breathe.

She was obviously powerless when she was riding on the man's belly. She lay on the man's body and both shoulders were trembling. The man's green-rooted penis was still half inserted into her. Good boy, the thick and huge penis surprised A Bing, who was knowledgeable, as he hugged the petite Lan Ya tightly, turned her over, and pressed her down. At this time, A Bing's eyes became busier. He wanted to look at Lan Ya and the man again, and as he looked at the blue veins on his neck, they burst out.

The man put his arms on the bed, and his body was spreading, but his butt was rising and falling. He sank his waist and hips suddenly rose and fell a few times, making the woman under him feel so good that she screamed like a ghost. He cursed his mother and cried wildly. His body twisted with him, raising his butt to meet him. The place between his legs made A Bing see the truth. A piece of black hair made the juice so moisturized that it was tangled, and the milky white juice continued to seep out. The bright red peach-white petals flipped and spit out, swallowing the man's penis.

Suddenly, Lan Ya's hands tightly clasped on the man's neck loosened, and her suspended butt fell heavily on the bed. A Bing couldn't help but shiver. He knew that it was the moment when a woman became an immortal, and the man also exclaimed, thrusting his butt hard, and holding his arms tightly under the woman's butt. A Bing seemed to feel his whole body twitching happily.

The man's scream just now almost made A Bing dizzy. The man was clearly his own son. He fell to the cold stone strip alone, his legs trembling constantly, and he didn't know who he grew on.

There was another silence in the room. A Bing had forgotten his stomachache at this moment. Suddenly, a bright light flashed through the air, and the cool rain fell down.

He couldn't help but be amazed: he didn't expect that tonight's trip to the cottage made him see a thrilling incest lust, and he felt a little in his heart, and his whole body was hot like a burning fire.

A flash of the thick black clouds shone brightly, and almost at the same time, a deafening thunder broke out, shaking the dust on the old house. A Bing raised his neck, shook his head and shook the dust on his head. The sky immediately fell into an endless darkness.

The pouring rain poured down headlessly, the branches of the old mulberry trees were dancing wildly in the howling wind, and the wet leaves made a heart-pounding rustling sound...