It rained in the second middle of the night last night. The flowers and plants planted by the door and windows in the alley were beaten into pieces by the rain, but the scorching and sticky air was washed away. People entering and leaving the alley put on their shirts and trousers again, and the spirit that lasted for a summer was refreshed.
Zhao Li was still lying in the quilt. She only returned home when the sky was dawn last night. She was so tired that she never thought about it again when she was next to the bed.
As Xuesen's distant cousin, Zhao Li is now the elder sister-in-law who has been married to her. Naturally, she has the responsibility to conduct her last inspection of Xuesen's wedding. After repairs and decorations these days, the inside is of course quite good. The floor below is shining, colorful paper ribbons floating on it, traffic lights, and joyful.
Three lights were turned on in the outer corridor, and the lights illuminated the courtyard halfway, making the flowers and trees half dark.
The branches and leaves are lush in the bright spots, and the dark spots are invisible, as if their courtyard is vast and boundless.
Her two daughters also came to add icing on the cake, making small flowers made by the adults with leftover red paper strips on the branches, like a rural girl offering sacrifices to the flower god in spring, and the paper flowers were shining by the light, making them real.
It was late at night, and Zhao Li sent away a pair of daughters. Zhao Li felt that she was mentally prepared for this, but she could not suppress the desire that erupted from her heart.
She looked at Xue Sen standing beside the curtain with drunken eyes, staring at her speechlessly and concernedly. Zhao Li's eyes can attract souls. As long as she looks at you, as long as you are a man, you will be out of your mind.
The two of them were really crazy. Maybe they knew that it might be the last time, or the new bed, the brocade quilt on it, which aroused her desire, and she had orgasms several times in a row.
At this time, she was just wearing a bra and underwear, leaning against the window and watching the alley outside, waiting for the red and green dowry car to pass by, but the dowry car did not appear for a long time. She guessed that something had happened. Later, she faintly heard the sound of firecrackers in the distance and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly I realized that this morning was the warm and lasting sound of firecrackers.
She dressed herself up carefully and changed her clothes one by one.
Although the long skirt is dignified and noble, it looks like a young female student, and it is not worthy of her identity: the cheongsam vest looks simple and elegant, but lacks vitality and makes it seem trivial and complicated.
Finally, I decided to wear a pair of white cork-shaped high heels, flesh-colored stockings, and a lake-green suit skirt, which made the white shoes and the green skirt softly contrast: I wore a short-sleeved dress with white satin, open collar, and lace, which made the white on the upper body unified.
Without applying makeup, the lips were very red.
A long fluffy hair was wrapped around the back of the head with a red ribbon, which was both youthful and elegant, as well as bright charm.
A three-wheeled dowry cart came over, and the things were piled up too high, lifting the canopy, five pieces of electrical appliances, six brand new quilts, which seemed to be all silk and soft satin.
Behind was the bride's car. Although there was no veil covering her face now, the three-wheeled canopy was also covered tightly. Zhao Li heard the sound of firecrackers sounding in front of Xuesen's doorstep.
Xuesen's doorstep was filled with people coming to the banquet and watching the fun, and all passing people and vehicles had to pass by carefully passing through these joyful and idle crowds.
Zhao Li shuttled and dodged and passed by the crowd. The large group of old ladies and young wives in the yard were making a bunch of newly decorated Xuesen's family comments.
As soon as the project was over, I bought all the things. When I walked in, I saw that the house was full of glory.
Looking up, the black roof beams and rafters were gone, the white rolling calcium-plastic ceiling, and the branches were lit with bright chandeliers: looking down, the broken square bricks were gone, and the light yellow white cement was lattice, like a wooden floor.
A double-door refrigerator is placed in the kitchen, a double-cylinder washing machine is placed in the patio, and a color TV and a speaker are placed in the room: there is a wide spring bed, a set of combination cabinets, and even the quilt is new. There are all popular wedding equipment now.
Yang Wei also came early, and he congratulated Xuesen on behalf of his home.
Yang Wei is now the manager of a financial institution, and it is the moment when his young man is successful and in his prime.
Yang Wei must be present for such a big news. Xuehui cannot come back this summer vacation and has called him many times to participate.
Of course, Zhao Li's two baby daughters, Xiaoni and Xiaowan, were coming, and they were dressed up in a fancy way. Both of them seemed to be so light that they couldn't stand firmly, and they were always lying on other people's shoulders and chatting.
He saw Zhao Li carrying dishes in the temporary kitchen on the patio, and walked over.
Come?Go and have a cup of Heytea.Zhao Li was greeting her, but her hands kept busy with something.Yang Wei picked up a red paper bag from his trouser bag and placed it on a plate.
Look at you, why are you doing so politely?Zhao Li pretended to be angry and said, "I told you not to give gifts, but you still gave it, which made me difficult for you."
Yang Wei shook his head, looked around and said: It's so lively.
Zhao Lilang laughed, "The wedding day is going to be so lively. You go to Xuesen's new house to have fun, the bride and groom are all inside."
Yang Wei walked to the door of the new house and saw more people inside and the noise was even more lively. He turned around and left.
Early on, A Bing knocked on the door of Wu Si's family, and the two went to the teahouse on the street to sigh at the morning tea. A Bing told him that he was going back to Thailand soon. Old Wu persuaded him to wait for a few more days, otherwise he should at least drink Xuesen's wedding wine before leaving. They are all from neighbors.
A Bing asked him to give him a generous gift and instructed Lao Wu to save a lot of money for him in the bank so that he could do whatever he wanted.
The number of A Bing said was so large that Old Wu didn't believe it. When A Bing didn't smuggle through the fan, he had a nickname called Dapao Bing, which was well known in the three streets and six alleys nearby.
As he said this, A Bing let the thick smoke spurt out from the corner of his mouth, and the smoke that was separated from them stubbornly churned and floated around their heads.
Old Wu knew that A Bing had difficulties and said politely: Brother, if you trust me, I will take care of you at home.
A Bing was panicked and didn't vomit, so he finally told his wife and son about him.
His voice seemed slow and powerless. Old Wu seemed to mutter to himself, confused by the crazy laughter of five or six young people around the teahouse.
Old Wu tried to listen carefully with his ears, and he was a little surprised, but then he slowed down and said: If you let me make a decision, you will rot this matter into your stomach and turn it into dust. Do not make any public family scandals publicly, let alone it is not easy for her to be a woman for so many years.
In fact, this alley is not a holy place. Under the large black roof, there are inevitably people who want to flow. Those full-fed wild bees and butterflies were about to look for flowers and willows, but suddenly they found a homeless flower next to them. They showed their powers, and some were successful, while others failed. Instead of an outsider, they caused a stir near the alley and were earth-shaking. It would be better, Lao Wu thought so but did not dare to say it out loud.
Lao Wu continued: After all, your son is stupid. He doesn't understand the worldly ways. This is no wonder.
A Bing took off the cigarette butt a piece of white gray, leaned dejectedly on the back of the chair, and said nothing more.
Turning a corner from the alley is a big street in the city. It was a lively place. On a horse tower facing the street, San'er walked into his carefully decorated bathroom briskly. He wanted to turn on the gas water heater to take a shower and shower under the refraction of the ceiling glass and three large mirrors. This is a necessary ceremony for San'er to wake up every day when she was at Mei Ping's house.
The electronic piano music currently is popular in the desktop audio. Saner's mood becomes comfortable due to music and bathing. The four mirrors reflect a man's beautiful and durable naked body, with wide shoulders, long legs, and clear muscle lines but not thick. Saner likes to analyze and study her body from four different angles, and the conclusions she draws are almost perfect.
San'er waved her fists while showering and spoke to the person in the mirror: You are not bad, you are not bad.
After the shower, San'er sprayed a little men's perfume on her body, but it was just a little bit. The fragrance intensity of the perfume must be maintained at a limit of vagueness.
Mei Ping lifted up the hem of her nightgown before she entered the bathroom. Her snow-white belly looked smooth and flat, and she was not aware of the black fluffy between her legs.
She sat on the toilet to relieve herself, but her hand walked around San'er's butt and stroked the penis in his crotch.
San'er asked herself to turn sideways. He had wide shoulders and thick back, his yukata was open to reveal his tight muscles on his chest and his abdomen were flat.
In Mei Ping's view, he is the embodiment of a man.
She grabbed his hand and guided him to send his fingers to her lips, and sent them all above the knuckles. He scratched her jaw, and her face became hot and her breasts were a little full. She looked at him without any concealment with her appreciation and lustful eyes.
Do you still want it? No, I want to go to Xuesen’s wedding.
He said quietly and gently stroked her breasts, passing her with sharp fingers, Meiping lazily raised her body and sent her lips to him, teasing her while making a low voice while stroking her with a familiar hand.
As usual, contacting his skin made Mei Ping feel strongly urged. She really liked this thing. San'er has been with her for so many years. As long as he whistles or something, she will definitely come over and twist her beautiful buttocks when she comes.
San'er took her into her arms, and she swirled her body upwards, rubbing their mouths together, hugging each other until they were out of breath. Mei Ping hugged him tightly while piercing San'er's back with her nails.
The two of them got entangled and walked out of the bathroom with each other. San'er kissed her and said: Okay, you're about to be late.As he said that, he took off his yukata and carried his shirt.
When he turned around, he saw Mei Ping sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spreading, and then changed her mind and threw her shirt away to the ground, and put her upper body in front of his nostrils.
She always succumbed to his willfulness and could be at his mercy, sometimes even surpassing her own desires.
San'er stabbed her penis hard and tried hard to pull her thigh away. Mei Ping leaned back and raised her butt to meet his impact. This position was what she was most immersed in and felt the most impactful, and could lead her to the peak of lust in one go.
Don't stop, don't stop.
Mei Ping screamed panting, and her body also jumped with it. The man's thick penis in front of her made her feel like she was surging in the sea. The pleasure spread like a tide and spread from her lower abdomen, sweeping through her whole body. She felt a wave of convulsions inside, and her vagina was tightly contracting, and the sour and numb heart and lungs leaked out from the deep uterus.
The hot juice also infected San'er. He could always accurately grasp her needs. He saw him pressing his penis tightly against her, allowing the thing to swell and stretch, and then he happily sent out his semen.
Mei Ping made his ejaculation semen dizzy, and then she sighed after a brief blank space in her mind. She opened her watery eyes and thought to herself, this is really a man she can meet, she will never give up on him easily.
She stroked San'er's sweaty butt and said to him softly: Get dressed quickly, don't miss it.
It's really understanding.San'er leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
Mei Ping stood up and hugged his neck passionately: Don’t leave me, Li Xin, you should get married too.
Lixin is San'er's name. San'er was stunned for a moment, and Mei Ping then continued: It's not with me, I'll let Hongchun marry you.
When Saner Lixin arrived at Xuesen's house, he saw Yang Wei staying alone. The ant-like crowd and the chaotic atmosphere in Xuesen's house made him uncomfortable.
He didn't know where to sit or who to talk to.
His heart was filled with loneliness again, and there was no place suitable for him in the entire Xuesen family.
In the past, he only went to Xuehui's house. I don't know why Xuehui rarely communicated with her brother. He and Xuesen were neither close nor alienated, and they were ordinary and ordinary friendships.
Finally, when the table was about to start, the table was placed in the courtyard on the flower hall, with red cloth masked dishes and bowls posted with red joy. Xue Sen spread her arms to greet the guests. Instead, these guests did not dare to be casual. They all stood around the round table and looked at them, drooling, but they did not dare to take the lead in attending the banquet, as if the guests had to behave properly.
Zhao Li came over and joked and pushed everyone. Everyone burst into laughter. The laughter would make people casual. They would grab seats one by one and pick up the wine glass. Lao Wu wanted to drink white wine, and Xuanya Li wanted to drink brandy.
Yang Wei took off the very beautiful coat, making the movements of his arms more flexible.
San'er rafted the tie in her neck, as if the tight tie would hinder the food from swallowing.
The brandy was opened, the white wine filled the cup, and the cold basin that was first put on was brought up by three pairs of slender hands.
The chef was invited by the outside world and was very good at cooking. He had seen the world. The cold dishes on the plum-shaped porcelain plates were red, yellow, blue and white, colorful, making the mahogany round table look like a flower bed: smoked fish, lamb cake, fried shrimps, white chopped chicken, dried beef, braised pork liver, shredded coriander belly, stir-fried green peppers with oil, dried spinach and tea, and red hawthorn cake, sour and sweet, make people salivate.
Once the wine glass was picked up, it became lively. San'er picked up the glass and fucked Yang Wei three times in a row. The storm said with a smile: San'er, what are you doing? You just pick soft persimmons or have a grudge against others.
In fact, San'er has been disliked since she met Yang Wei. She relied on her own to pick a flower in the alley. San'er never had any fantasies about Xuehui. He felt that he was not worthy of her. Only his figure was still worthy of his appearance, but San'er was not worthy of anything else.
Yang Wei felt his ears roaring and he couldn't breathe.
This can be truly called a smoky mess. Almost everyone who drinks will smoke. The smoke and alcohol are mixed together and spread throughout the flower hall. The back hall without ventilation equipment is filled with oil smoke.
Everyone who drinks is talking and everyone wants to raise their voices for others to hear, but the result is a huge roar, and no one can hear what anyone is saying.
The drunkards rejoice in this atmosphere, a chaos, the unity of heaven and earth, just talk nonsense and don’t worry about the consequences, because no one can hear clearly what anyone said, or no one wants to hear clearly what anyone said.
Yang Wei felt a little dizzy and his chest was blocked and uncomfortable, so he got up and left the seat. He was in the bathroom behind, wanting to vomit but unable to vomit. He only felt that his stomach was stirring so hard that he walked into the new room. There was a pair of red wax on the table inside, and a high flame jumped up by the candle, flashing, and a bowl of glutinous rice balls and a few plates of leftover vegetables were placed on the table.
Zhao Qing leaned on the wedding bed alone. She was wearing a snow-white sleeveless satin wedding dress. Her upper body was tightly stretched. She deliberately raked a pair of breasts outside, and a white gauze scarf was tied on her head, pressing it diagonally onto her long wavy hair. Seeing Yang Wei coming, Zhao Qing smiled, covered her mouth, her waist swung slightly, her eyes flashed and naughty, and there was another kind of charm.
Seeing that you are drunk too much, why don’t you go to Xuehui’s room to lie down.Zhao Qing said to him softly.
Someone outside was clamoring to accompany Xue Sen to toast with the bride. Just in the reflection on the glass window of the room, there was a faint white and blurred scene on the chestnut glass. Some figures were shouting, and the noisy chorus was coming straight as if the gate had been opened.
Zhao Qing has been prone to enjoying liveliness since she was a child and can easily smile. Later, her laughter will be triggered by various opportunities, and it is unstoppable and even more uncontrollable.
Zhao Qing's face is therefore like her sister Zhao Li, often smiling, and the folds of her eyes are covered with crystal water, which is actually the traces left by the tears from laughing.
Like today, this day full of happiness, Zhao Qing is unwilling to be a bride who follows the rules. She walked out of the room with great enthusiasm and decided to compete with them for a drink.
When she went out, Xuesen made someone feel red and purple, and she was breathing heavily in sweat. Zhao Qing hurried over to him, stroked his chest with his hand and asked if there was anything wrong. Xuesen smiled bitterly and pointed at the tables and couldn't speak.
Zhao Qing couldn't help but take the wine glass from his hand passionately and toast the wine to the table.
She pursed her lips with her hands, and drank one after another without hesitation, and she smiled so well that she leaned back and forth. Several twisted gold bracelets on her wrists were shaking clangly.
She went on tour and found that she was drunk, and fell to the ground and made various figures. The shoulder strap on one side of the wedding dress slid down on her arm, and half of her breasts were exposed.
Zhao Qing also felt everyone's eyes, and looked at himself for a moment, but instead seemed even more energetic.
It was also an open period, with traditional dresses being impacted, and bold attempts scaring the timid.
When she drank San'er's table, she was familiar with San'er and was not so polite. Then she drank three cups. Finally, she bent down and held the wine glass with her mouth, and then threw the cup to the ground with a clang. Everyone laughed and shouted that they were drunk. A tender face was red and dripping, which made a bud of peony suddenly bloom into pink and jade-carved, and the flowing clouds were overflowing.
But for Saner, the well-textured and fashionable and open clothing does not wrap around her body, but makes her body more radiant, beautiful and the temptation that makes people unconscious.
Although Wu Si was nearly sixty years old, he drank a few more drinks at this time, and he actually stretched his crotch while he was sleeping for many years. He even raised his head.
The young people who were willing to toast with their old age and took Zhao Qing to the new house.
Seeing Xue Sen was drunk and talking with her colleague in the living room, she pressed her body against her warm and soft body. When she arrived in the new room, she saw Yang Wei was already drunk and breathed unconsciously.
Old Wu was so brave that he touched the bride's breasts. Zhao Qing even smiled and waved his hand to slapped his arm down. First, he didn't dare, and second, he was really embarrassed to do anything. He swallowed and coveted, so he had to spread her on the bed and sneak out of the new house by himself.
From a small and delicate girl to her new wife now, Zhao Qingyan is still immersed in the happy wedding as if she is like a flower covered with frost and dew. Every time she passes through the alley, several men's eyes chase her back with burning eyes, so that she lowers her head embarrassedly when she walks, and walks under the eaves of the roadside houses, but she still feels that gaze.
She was a little confused and surprised, but more of it was like a thorn on her back.
Her face turned red and white. When she walked past Lao Wu's shop, her eyes were a panicked deer, and the sunlight poured on her without any obstruction. People noticed that her skin was shining with a snow-white luster in the sun, like thin and crisp wax paper.
The stalls were occupied by more than 100 meters away from the market, leaving only two people to pass through such a narrow place.
They are all vegetable farmers in the suburbs. They park vegetables or fruits at will, and start business when they start a board.
Market managers must come out to sort out on holidays or when someone checks, and let them freely on other days and just collect management fees.
Since they had paid the management fee, they were even more scruples, and decided that it was legal. They opened their hearts and arms to strip the fruit skins and rotten vegetable leaves everywhere, and were crushed by people's feet and wheels. The few swelling rice and some yellow filth left over night quietly exuded a stinky smell of burnt mold. This rotten fishy smell made people feel evil, and flies were everywhere surrounding the garbage pile and buzzing.
As the market enters, it becomes more and more lively. There are always a lot of people. Wandering through the cracks of people, you have to squeeze out all your strength.
The loud shouts on the stall, the buyer and the seller bargained endlessly, and they were mixed up, making people's heads swell.
Various food and supplies are piled up in the narrow aisles, and various goods are placed in fixed places to set up stalls.
This piece is countless dried fruits, sea cucumbers, shrimps, squids, colorful canned foods, seasoning bottles with all colors and fragrances, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, all kinds of ups and downs, sweet, bitter and spicy foods, mushrooms are fat and thick, persimmon cakes are covered with white frost, and the glass bottles are filled with colorful candies and cakes.
When you walk over, you will see the vegetable stall, which is green, tender green, red, and white. Some are standing on the stall and some are carrying baskets.
The most lively thing should be the meat case in the middle, swimming in the water flying from the sky and running underground, chickens, ducks, and babies hanging high in front of the game stalls, the fierce seafood in the seafood beach was cut open with blood, lobsters swimming in the pond, various fish jumping around, crabs are rampant in the bamboo basket, and turtles are protruding their heads and brains.
The female fishmonger's hands were red and thick, full of salt, and there was a fishy water stain on the marble countertop.
The shouts and hawking sounds were noisy in the market, and the smell of fragrant and attractive appetite spread across the market.
A strong perfume smell came from behind her, and at the same time something was pressing against her buttocks, not the back of her hand. She felt that it was the palm of her hand, not the accidental collision, but intentional harassment, and was still moving.
She turned around and saw a young man wearing business administration clothes, dressed surprisingly beautifully, his hair was combed shinyly like the leather shoes under his feet, and his face was shaved brightly. He could see that the too much fragrant powder was applied to make his ears look a little yellow. He just now came from Zhao Qing's side at the market door, dressed up and wiped his arms, but he was touched between her chest.
Zhao Qing didn't want to think too much about this person, but she let an old woman on the street stall catch her eyes.
Old lady, you can pay the management fee.Zhao Qing was picking vegetables at the street stall, and the man also came over and squatted down and shouted arrogantly.
Zhao Qing, who squatted down, bent one foot and supported the other one, and almost knelt towards the ground. The thin skirt shrank upwards onto his knees, revealing his soft and plump thighs, which had reached the top of the depth of the thigh.
The young man's eyes were shining, not two of them shining at the same time, but one at a time, one at a time, one at a time, it seemed as if a naughty little Mars was leaping from one eye to the other.
I have been collecting it since the morning. How can you not have money? It’s not OK to collect less.The old woman was chatting and showed him the wrinkled charging documents from her body.
Zhao Qing squatted down opposite him, first leaned over to ask about the price of the dish. The collar was open again, and the cute, smooth and white breasts appeared again. Then he saw the eyes on the opposite side turning around under the thick eyebrows, just like the sharp mouths of two mice drilling into the hole, and their eyes were small and sharp like a stunning awl.
His wide open mouth was almost pulled under his ears on both sides. His lustful and obscene look reminded Zhao Qing of the man in the hospital who made her hit her penis with a syringe.
At this time, Zhao Qing felt his mind turn and whirlpool sounds in his ears, as if he saw a hazy ghost like holy smoke. Zhao Qing ignored the old woman's urgent greeting and struggled to walk through the market in a panic. The two streams of people coming and going were constantly dispersing and gathering, disappearing and generating like the rapid waves of the hull. Zhao Qing flashed a few times in the floating stream and left the market.
But the man followed her like an ant, and he actually took Zhao Qing's arm in a place with few people outside the market. Zhao Qing's heart touched his gaze, and like a hungry wolf smelling the smell of blood, he said to Zhao Qing: If you continue playing like this, something might happen.
What you want to do, what you want to do in broad daylight.Zhao Qing said in a crying voice.
He took her body into his arms again and said with a lewd smile: I can't forget you, let's play with you again.
Zhao Qing struggled to shake off his hand, but he was very strong and just pulled away from his arms. The man said viciously: Otherwise, tell your husband about us.
At this time, some people who like to do nothing also surrounded him and talked about it.
He pulled Zhao Qing hard and took her to a broken house in the corner of the market. This place like a utility room and a warehouse was piled with abandoned tables and chairs, broken boxes and bad cabinets. As soon as he entered, he hugged Zhao Qing in a hurry, and drooled mouth and drooled to her face. He hurriedly teased a body from top to bottom, from bottom to top, but he felt slippery and slim, clear and undulating, exquisite and thorough. When it was time to start, the palm passed by was full and full, aggressive, and when it was time to fall, Yingying's palm was tender and tender.
His hands jumped up and down like bees wandering flowers and picked them from side to side, just like the crow playing in the water and teased them deliberately.
Then he forced Zhao Qing to take off his shorts and buried his head between her legs, poked out a tongue and wandered back and forth there.
When he stood up, he had already taken off his pants to his feet, pressed Zhao Qing's neck toward a chair and pulled it down. The skirt was lifted to his waist, and raised his dazzling white butt. The chaotic fragrance flowed, which made him lose his soul and scatter. The slender penis swung its sword and stabbed it with a sword.
The moment he picked into Zhao Qing's place, Zhao Qing had a feeling, and the warm and honey flowed inside. As he tried his best, the posture was like a fierce horse riding a broken reins, sprinting across mountains and rivers and steep passes.
Zhao Qing began to twist and struggle. In his opinion, it seemed a bit like he was greeting with Quyi. His fat butt followed, twisted, swayed, and swayed, like a small sailboat in a storm, rising and falling with the waves and flowing wildly.
This made him even more excited and excited, and made the penis more vigorous and powerful.
Amid the noise outside the market, the delicate waves and horrible moans followed the sound of the man's panting, the sound of flesh hitting the flesh, and the sound of the chair creaking and shaking.
He carefully savored every moment with all his physical energy and enthusiasm as if he had broken into a dam, and used rapid, simple, reckless and flirting movements to lead the drunken body to a devastating, irresistible orgasm.
Zhao Li was still lying in the quilt. She only returned home when the sky was dawn last night. She was so tired that she never thought about it again when she was next to the bed.
As Xuesen's distant cousin, Zhao Li is now the elder sister-in-law who has been married to her. Naturally, she has the responsibility to conduct her last inspection of Xuesen's wedding. After repairs and decorations these days, the inside is of course quite good. The floor below is shining, colorful paper ribbons floating on it, traffic lights, and joyful.
Three lights were turned on in the outer corridor, and the lights illuminated the courtyard halfway, making the flowers and trees half dark.
The branches and leaves are lush in the bright spots, and the dark spots are invisible, as if their courtyard is vast and boundless.
Her two daughters also came to add icing on the cake, making small flowers made by the adults with leftover red paper strips on the branches, like a rural girl offering sacrifices to the flower god in spring, and the paper flowers were shining by the light, making them real.
It was late at night, and Zhao Li sent away a pair of daughters. Zhao Li felt that she was mentally prepared for this, but she could not suppress the desire that erupted from her heart.
She looked at Xue Sen standing beside the curtain with drunken eyes, staring at her speechlessly and concernedly. Zhao Li's eyes can attract souls. As long as she looks at you, as long as you are a man, you will be out of your mind.
The two of them were really crazy. Maybe they knew that it might be the last time, or the new bed, the brocade quilt on it, which aroused her desire, and she had orgasms several times in a row.
At this time, she was just wearing a bra and underwear, leaning against the window and watching the alley outside, waiting for the red and green dowry car to pass by, but the dowry car did not appear for a long time. She guessed that something had happened. Later, she faintly heard the sound of firecrackers in the distance and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly I realized that this morning was the warm and lasting sound of firecrackers.
She dressed herself up carefully and changed her clothes one by one.
Although the long skirt is dignified and noble, it looks like a young female student, and it is not worthy of her identity: the cheongsam vest looks simple and elegant, but lacks vitality and makes it seem trivial and complicated.
Finally, I decided to wear a pair of white cork-shaped high heels, flesh-colored stockings, and a lake-green suit skirt, which made the white shoes and the green skirt softly contrast: I wore a short-sleeved dress with white satin, open collar, and lace, which made the white on the upper body unified.
Without applying makeup, the lips were very red.
A long fluffy hair was wrapped around the back of the head with a red ribbon, which was both youthful and elegant, as well as bright charm.
A three-wheeled dowry cart came over, and the things were piled up too high, lifting the canopy, five pieces of electrical appliances, six brand new quilts, which seemed to be all silk and soft satin.
Behind was the bride's car. Although there was no veil covering her face now, the three-wheeled canopy was also covered tightly. Zhao Li heard the sound of firecrackers sounding in front of Xuesen's doorstep.
Xuesen's doorstep was filled with people coming to the banquet and watching the fun, and all passing people and vehicles had to pass by carefully passing through these joyful and idle crowds.
Zhao Li shuttled and dodged and passed by the crowd. The large group of old ladies and young wives in the yard were making a bunch of newly decorated Xuesen's family comments.
As soon as the project was over, I bought all the things. When I walked in, I saw that the house was full of glory.
Looking up, the black roof beams and rafters were gone, the white rolling calcium-plastic ceiling, and the branches were lit with bright chandeliers: looking down, the broken square bricks were gone, and the light yellow white cement was lattice, like a wooden floor.
A double-door refrigerator is placed in the kitchen, a double-cylinder washing machine is placed in the patio, and a color TV and a speaker are placed in the room: there is a wide spring bed, a set of combination cabinets, and even the quilt is new. There are all popular wedding equipment now.
Yang Wei also came early, and he congratulated Xuesen on behalf of his home.
Yang Wei is now the manager of a financial institution, and it is the moment when his young man is successful and in his prime.
Yang Wei must be present for such a big news. Xuehui cannot come back this summer vacation and has called him many times to participate.
Of course, Zhao Li's two baby daughters, Xiaoni and Xiaowan, were coming, and they were dressed up in a fancy way. Both of them seemed to be so light that they couldn't stand firmly, and they were always lying on other people's shoulders and chatting.
He saw Zhao Li carrying dishes in the temporary kitchen on the patio, and walked over.
Come?Go and have a cup of Heytea.Zhao Li was greeting her, but her hands kept busy with something.Yang Wei picked up a red paper bag from his trouser bag and placed it on a plate.
Look at you, why are you doing so politely?Zhao Li pretended to be angry and said, "I told you not to give gifts, but you still gave it, which made me difficult for you."
Yang Wei shook his head, looked around and said: It's so lively.
Zhao Lilang laughed, "The wedding day is going to be so lively. You go to Xuesen's new house to have fun, the bride and groom are all inside."
Yang Wei walked to the door of the new house and saw more people inside and the noise was even more lively. He turned around and left.
Early on, A Bing knocked on the door of Wu Si's family, and the two went to the teahouse on the street to sigh at the morning tea. A Bing told him that he was going back to Thailand soon. Old Wu persuaded him to wait for a few more days, otherwise he should at least drink Xuesen's wedding wine before leaving. They are all from neighbors.
A Bing asked him to give him a generous gift and instructed Lao Wu to save a lot of money for him in the bank so that he could do whatever he wanted.
The number of A Bing said was so large that Old Wu didn't believe it. When A Bing didn't smuggle through the fan, he had a nickname called Dapao Bing, which was well known in the three streets and six alleys nearby.
As he said this, A Bing let the thick smoke spurt out from the corner of his mouth, and the smoke that was separated from them stubbornly churned and floated around their heads.
Old Wu knew that A Bing had difficulties and said politely: Brother, if you trust me, I will take care of you at home.
A Bing was panicked and didn't vomit, so he finally told his wife and son about him.
His voice seemed slow and powerless. Old Wu seemed to mutter to himself, confused by the crazy laughter of five or six young people around the teahouse.
Old Wu tried to listen carefully with his ears, and he was a little surprised, but then he slowed down and said: If you let me make a decision, you will rot this matter into your stomach and turn it into dust. Do not make any public family scandals publicly, let alone it is not easy for her to be a woman for so many years.
In fact, this alley is not a holy place. Under the large black roof, there are inevitably people who want to flow. Those full-fed wild bees and butterflies were about to look for flowers and willows, but suddenly they found a homeless flower next to them. They showed their powers, and some were successful, while others failed. Instead of an outsider, they caused a stir near the alley and were earth-shaking. It would be better, Lao Wu thought so but did not dare to say it out loud.
Lao Wu continued: After all, your son is stupid. He doesn't understand the worldly ways. This is no wonder.
A Bing took off the cigarette butt a piece of white gray, leaned dejectedly on the back of the chair, and said nothing more.
Turning a corner from the alley is a big street in the city. It was a lively place. On a horse tower facing the street, San'er walked into his carefully decorated bathroom briskly. He wanted to turn on the gas water heater to take a shower and shower under the refraction of the ceiling glass and three large mirrors. This is a necessary ceremony for San'er to wake up every day when she was at Mei Ping's house.
The electronic piano music currently is popular in the desktop audio. Saner's mood becomes comfortable due to music and bathing. The four mirrors reflect a man's beautiful and durable naked body, with wide shoulders, long legs, and clear muscle lines but not thick. Saner likes to analyze and study her body from four different angles, and the conclusions she draws are almost perfect.
San'er waved her fists while showering and spoke to the person in the mirror: You are not bad, you are not bad.
After the shower, San'er sprayed a little men's perfume on her body, but it was just a little bit. The fragrance intensity of the perfume must be maintained at a limit of vagueness.
Mei Ping lifted up the hem of her nightgown before she entered the bathroom. Her snow-white belly looked smooth and flat, and she was not aware of the black fluffy between her legs.
She sat on the toilet to relieve herself, but her hand walked around San'er's butt and stroked the penis in his crotch.
San'er asked herself to turn sideways. He had wide shoulders and thick back, his yukata was open to reveal his tight muscles on his chest and his abdomen were flat.
In Mei Ping's view, he is the embodiment of a man.
She grabbed his hand and guided him to send his fingers to her lips, and sent them all above the knuckles. He scratched her jaw, and her face became hot and her breasts were a little full. She looked at him without any concealment with her appreciation and lustful eyes.
Do you still want it? No, I want to go to Xuesen’s wedding.
He said quietly and gently stroked her breasts, passing her with sharp fingers, Meiping lazily raised her body and sent her lips to him, teasing her while making a low voice while stroking her with a familiar hand.
As usual, contacting his skin made Mei Ping feel strongly urged. She really liked this thing. San'er has been with her for so many years. As long as he whistles or something, she will definitely come over and twist her beautiful buttocks when she comes.
San'er took her into her arms, and she swirled her body upwards, rubbing their mouths together, hugging each other until they were out of breath. Mei Ping hugged him tightly while piercing San'er's back with her nails.
The two of them got entangled and walked out of the bathroom with each other. San'er kissed her and said: Okay, you're about to be late.As he said that, he took off his yukata and carried his shirt.
When he turned around, he saw Mei Ping sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spreading, and then changed her mind and threw her shirt away to the ground, and put her upper body in front of his nostrils.
She always succumbed to his willfulness and could be at his mercy, sometimes even surpassing her own desires.
San'er stabbed her penis hard and tried hard to pull her thigh away. Mei Ping leaned back and raised her butt to meet his impact. This position was what she was most immersed in and felt the most impactful, and could lead her to the peak of lust in one go.
Don't stop, don't stop.
Mei Ping screamed panting, and her body also jumped with it. The man's thick penis in front of her made her feel like she was surging in the sea. The pleasure spread like a tide and spread from her lower abdomen, sweeping through her whole body. She felt a wave of convulsions inside, and her vagina was tightly contracting, and the sour and numb heart and lungs leaked out from the deep uterus.
The hot juice also infected San'er. He could always accurately grasp her needs. He saw him pressing his penis tightly against her, allowing the thing to swell and stretch, and then he happily sent out his semen.
Mei Ping made his ejaculation semen dizzy, and then she sighed after a brief blank space in her mind. She opened her watery eyes and thought to herself, this is really a man she can meet, she will never give up on him easily.
She stroked San'er's sweaty butt and said to him softly: Get dressed quickly, don't miss it.
It's really understanding.San'er leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
Mei Ping stood up and hugged his neck passionately: Don’t leave me, Li Xin, you should get married too.
Lixin is San'er's name. San'er was stunned for a moment, and Mei Ping then continued: It's not with me, I'll let Hongchun marry you.
When Saner Lixin arrived at Xuesen's house, he saw Yang Wei staying alone. The ant-like crowd and the chaotic atmosphere in Xuesen's house made him uncomfortable.
He didn't know where to sit or who to talk to.
His heart was filled with loneliness again, and there was no place suitable for him in the entire Xuesen family.
In the past, he only went to Xuehui's house. I don't know why Xuehui rarely communicated with her brother. He and Xuesen were neither close nor alienated, and they were ordinary and ordinary friendships.
Finally, when the table was about to start, the table was placed in the courtyard on the flower hall, with red cloth masked dishes and bowls posted with red joy. Xue Sen spread her arms to greet the guests. Instead, these guests did not dare to be casual. They all stood around the round table and looked at them, drooling, but they did not dare to take the lead in attending the banquet, as if the guests had to behave properly.
Zhao Li came over and joked and pushed everyone. Everyone burst into laughter. The laughter would make people casual. They would grab seats one by one and pick up the wine glass. Lao Wu wanted to drink white wine, and Xuanya Li wanted to drink brandy.
Yang Wei took off the very beautiful coat, making the movements of his arms more flexible.
San'er rafted the tie in her neck, as if the tight tie would hinder the food from swallowing.
The brandy was opened, the white wine filled the cup, and the cold basin that was first put on was brought up by three pairs of slender hands.
The chef was invited by the outside world and was very good at cooking. He had seen the world. The cold dishes on the plum-shaped porcelain plates were red, yellow, blue and white, colorful, making the mahogany round table look like a flower bed: smoked fish, lamb cake, fried shrimps, white chopped chicken, dried beef, braised pork liver, shredded coriander belly, stir-fried green peppers with oil, dried spinach and tea, and red hawthorn cake, sour and sweet, make people salivate.
Once the wine glass was picked up, it became lively. San'er picked up the glass and fucked Yang Wei three times in a row. The storm said with a smile: San'er, what are you doing? You just pick soft persimmons or have a grudge against others.
In fact, San'er has been disliked since she met Yang Wei. She relied on her own to pick a flower in the alley. San'er never had any fantasies about Xuehui. He felt that he was not worthy of her. Only his figure was still worthy of his appearance, but San'er was not worthy of anything else.
Yang Wei felt his ears roaring and he couldn't breathe.
This can be truly called a smoky mess. Almost everyone who drinks will smoke. The smoke and alcohol are mixed together and spread throughout the flower hall. The back hall without ventilation equipment is filled with oil smoke.
Everyone who drinks is talking and everyone wants to raise their voices for others to hear, but the result is a huge roar, and no one can hear what anyone is saying.
The drunkards rejoice in this atmosphere, a chaos, the unity of heaven and earth, just talk nonsense and don’t worry about the consequences, because no one can hear clearly what anyone said, or no one wants to hear clearly what anyone said.
Yang Wei felt a little dizzy and his chest was blocked and uncomfortable, so he got up and left the seat. He was in the bathroom behind, wanting to vomit but unable to vomit. He only felt that his stomach was stirring so hard that he walked into the new room. There was a pair of red wax on the table inside, and a high flame jumped up by the candle, flashing, and a bowl of glutinous rice balls and a few plates of leftover vegetables were placed on the table.
Zhao Qing leaned on the wedding bed alone. She was wearing a snow-white sleeveless satin wedding dress. Her upper body was tightly stretched. She deliberately raked a pair of breasts outside, and a white gauze scarf was tied on her head, pressing it diagonally onto her long wavy hair. Seeing Yang Wei coming, Zhao Qing smiled, covered her mouth, her waist swung slightly, her eyes flashed and naughty, and there was another kind of charm.
Seeing that you are drunk too much, why don’t you go to Xuehui’s room to lie down.Zhao Qing said to him softly.
Someone outside was clamoring to accompany Xue Sen to toast with the bride. Just in the reflection on the glass window of the room, there was a faint white and blurred scene on the chestnut glass. Some figures were shouting, and the noisy chorus was coming straight as if the gate had been opened.
Zhao Qing has been prone to enjoying liveliness since she was a child and can easily smile. Later, her laughter will be triggered by various opportunities, and it is unstoppable and even more uncontrollable.
Zhao Qing's face is therefore like her sister Zhao Li, often smiling, and the folds of her eyes are covered with crystal water, which is actually the traces left by the tears from laughing.
Like today, this day full of happiness, Zhao Qing is unwilling to be a bride who follows the rules. She walked out of the room with great enthusiasm and decided to compete with them for a drink.
When she went out, Xuesen made someone feel red and purple, and she was breathing heavily in sweat. Zhao Qing hurried over to him, stroked his chest with his hand and asked if there was anything wrong. Xuesen smiled bitterly and pointed at the tables and couldn't speak.
Zhao Qing couldn't help but take the wine glass from his hand passionately and toast the wine to the table.
She pursed her lips with her hands, and drank one after another without hesitation, and she smiled so well that she leaned back and forth. Several twisted gold bracelets on her wrists were shaking clangly.
She went on tour and found that she was drunk, and fell to the ground and made various figures. The shoulder strap on one side of the wedding dress slid down on her arm, and half of her breasts were exposed.
Zhao Qing also felt everyone's eyes, and looked at himself for a moment, but instead seemed even more energetic.
It was also an open period, with traditional dresses being impacted, and bold attempts scaring the timid.
When she drank San'er's table, she was familiar with San'er and was not so polite. Then she drank three cups. Finally, she bent down and held the wine glass with her mouth, and then threw the cup to the ground with a clang. Everyone laughed and shouted that they were drunk. A tender face was red and dripping, which made a bud of peony suddenly bloom into pink and jade-carved, and the flowing clouds were overflowing.
But for Saner, the well-textured and fashionable and open clothing does not wrap around her body, but makes her body more radiant, beautiful and the temptation that makes people unconscious.
Although Wu Si was nearly sixty years old, he drank a few more drinks at this time, and he actually stretched his crotch while he was sleeping for many years. He even raised his head.
The young people who were willing to toast with their old age and took Zhao Qing to the new house.
Seeing Xue Sen was drunk and talking with her colleague in the living room, she pressed her body against her warm and soft body. When she arrived in the new room, she saw Yang Wei was already drunk and breathed unconsciously.
Old Wu was so brave that he touched the bride's breasts. Zhao Qing even smiled and waved his hand to slapped his arm down. First, he didn't dare, and second, he was really embarrassed to do anything. He swallowed and coveted, so he had to spread her on the bed and sneak out of the new house by himself.
From a small and delicate girl to her new wife now, Zhao Qingyan is still immersed in the happy wedding as if she is like a flower covered with frost and dew. Every time she passes through the alley, several men's eyes chase her back with burning eyes, so that she lowers her head embarrassedly when she walks, and walks under the eaves of the roadside houses, but she still feels that gaze.
She was a little confused and surprised, but more of it was like a thorn on her back.
Her face turned red and white. When she walked past Lao Wu's shop, her eyes were a panicked deer, and the sunlight poured on her without any obstruction. People noticed that her skin was shining with a snow-white luster in the sun, like thin and crisp wax paper.
The stalls were occupied by more than 100 meters away from the market, leaving only two people to pass through such a narrow place.
They are all vegetable farmers in the suburbs. They park vegetables or fruits at will, and start business when they start a board.
Market managers must come out to sort out on holidays or when someone checks, and let them freely on other days and just collect management fees.
Since they had paid the management fee, they were even more scruples, and decided that it was legal. They opened their hearts and arms to strip the fruit skins and rotten vegetable leaves everywhere, and were crushed by people's feet and wheels. The few swelling rice and some yellow filth left over night quietly exuded a stinky smell of burnt mold. This rotten fishy smell made people feel evil, and flies were everywhere surrounding the garbage pile and buzzing.
As the market enters, it becomes more and more lively. There are always a lot of people. Wandering through the cracks of people, you have to squeeze out all your strength.
The loud shouts on the stall, the buyer and the seller bargained endlessly, and they were mixed up, making people's heads swell.
Various food and supplies are piled up in the narrow aisles, and various goods are placed in fixed places to set up stalls.
This piece is countless dried fruits, sea cucumbers, shrimps, squids, colorful canned foods, seasoning bottles with all colors and fragrances, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, all kinds of ups and downs, sweet, bitter and spicy foods, mushrooms are fat and thick, persimmon cakes are covered with white frost, and the glass bottles are filled with colorful candies and cakes.
When you walk over, you will see the vegetable stall, which is green, tender green, red, and white. Some are standing on the stall and some are carrying baskets.
The most lively thing should be the meat case in the middle, swimming in the water flying from the sky and running underground, chickens, ducks, and babies hanging high in front of the game stalls, the fierce seafood in the seafood beach was cut open with blood, lobsters swimming in the pond, various fish jumping around, crabs are rampant in the bamboo basket, and turtles are protruding their heads and brains.
The female fishmonger's hands were red and thick, full of salt, and there was a fishy water stain on the marble countertop.
The shouts and hawking sounds were noisy in the market, and the smell of fragrant and attractive appetite spread across the market.
A strong perfume smell came from behind her, and at the same time something was pressing against her buttocks, not the back of her hand. She felt that it was the palm of her hand, not the accidental collision, but intentional harassment, and was still moving.
She turned around and saw a young man wearing business administration clothes, dressed surprisingly beautifully, his hair was combed shinyly like the leather shoes under his feet, and his face was shaved brightly. He could see that the too much fragrant powder was applied to make his ears look a little yellow. He just now came from Zhao Qing's side at the market door, dressed up and wiped his arms, but he was touched between her chest.
Zhao Qing didn't want to think too much about this person, but she let an old woman on the street stall catch her eyes.
Old lady, you can pay the management fee.Zhao Qing was picking vegetables at the street stall, and the man also came over and squatted down and shouted arrogantly.
Zhao Qing, who squatted down, bent one foot and supported the other one, and almost knelt towards the ground. The thin skirt shrank upwards onto his knees, revealing his soft and plump thighs, which had reached the top of the depth of the thigh.
The young man's eyes were shining, not two of them shining at the same time, but one at a time, one at a time, one at a time, it seemed as if a naughty little Mars was leaping from one eye to the other.
I have been collecting it since the morning. How can you not have money? It’s not OK to collect less.The old woman was chatting and showed him the wrinkled charging documents from her body.
Zhao Qing squatted down opposite him, first leaned over to ask about the price of the dish. The collar was open again, and the cute, smooth and white breasts appeared again. Then he saw the eyes on the opposite side turning around under the thick eyebrows, just like the sharp mouths of two mice drilling into the hole, and their eyes were small and sharp like a stunning awl.
His wide open mouth was almost pulled under his ears on both sides. His lustful and obscene look reminded Zhao Qing of the man in the hospital who made her hit her penis with a syringe.
At this time, Zhao Qing felt his mind turn and whirlpool sounds in his ears, as if he saw a hazy ghost like holy smoke. Zhao Qing ignored the old woman's urgent greeting and struggled to walk through the market in a panic. The two streams of people coming and going were constantly dispersing and gathering, disappearing and generating like the rapid waves of the hull. Zhao Qing flashed a few times in the floating stream and left the market.
But the man followed her like an ant, and he actually took Zhao Qing's arm in a place with few people outside the market. Zhao Qing's heart touched his gaze, and like a hungry wolf smelling the smell of blood, he said to Zhao Qing: If you continue playing like this, something might happen.
What you want to do, what you want to do in broad daylight.Zhao Qing said in a crying voice.
He took her body into his arms again and said with a lewd smile: I can't forget you, let's play with you again.
Zhao Qing struggled to shake off his hand, but he was very strong and just pulled away from his arms. The man said viciously: Otherwise, tell your husband about us.
At this time, some people who like to do nothing also surrounded him and talked about it.
He pulled Zhao Qing hard and took her to a broken house in the corner of the market. This place like a utility room and a warehouse was piled with abandoned tables and chairs, broken boxes and bad cabinets. As soon as he entered, he hugged Zhao Qing in a hurry, and drooled mouth and drooled to her face. He hurriedly teased a body from top to bottom, from bottom to top, but he felt slippery and slim, clear and undulating, exquisite and thorough. When it was time to start, the palm passed by was full and full, aggressive, and when it was time to fall, Yingying's palm was tender and tender.
His hands jumped up and down like bees wandering flowers and picked them from side to side, just like the crow playing in the water and teased them deliberately.
Then he forced Zhao Qing to take off his shorts and buried his head between her legs, poked out a tongue and wandered back and forth there.
When he stood up, he had already taken off his pants to his feet, pressed Zhao Qing's neck toward a chair and pulled it down. The skirt was lifted to his waist, and raised his dazzling white butt. The chaotic fragrance flowed, which made him lose his soul and scatter. The slender penis swung its sword and stabbed it with a sword.
The moment he picked into Zhao Qing's place, Zhao Qing had a feeling, and the warm and honey flowed inside. As he tried his best, the posture was like a fierce horse riding a broken reins, sprinting across mountains and rivers and steep passes.
Zhao Qing began to twist and struggle. In his opinion, it seemed a bit like he was greeting with Quyi. His fat butt followed, twisted, swayed, and swayed, like a small sailboat in a storm, rising and falling with the waves and flowing wildly.
This made him even more excited and excited, and made the penis more vigorous and powerful.
Amid the noise outside the market, the delicate waves and horrible moans followed the sound of the man's panting, the sound of flesh hitting the flesh, and the sound of the chair creaking and shaking.
He carefully savored every moment with all his physical energy and enthusiasm as if he had broken into a dam, and used rapid, simple, reckless and flirting movements to lead the drunken body to a devastating, irresistible orgasm.
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