Chapter 5

The many residents in the city are like ants in the ant holes and bees in the hive. They crawled out of the hives of large and small holes every day, managing their day's life in a daze, drinking, wearing and having fun. So hurrying and ruthless steps can be seen everywhere, with proud and proud faces and waxy faces, with colorful eyes, looking left and right, and empty eyes with expressionless expressions.

Only workers carrying goods and rural vegetable farmers carrying loads, carrying heavy objects on their shoulders and shouting trumpets in their mouths, bringing a little bit of anger to the city.

Although it is a hot season, the air is quite cool.

High, fast-moving clouds flew through the blue sky, and a strong, unchanging wind blew over, unable to raise any dust on the alley that had just been wet by the rain.

The sun shone on the silent eaves, and the fish on the ridge and the two phoenixes on the sunny door hole seemed to be gasping for breath.

The thick leaves of the osmanthus tree stretched out to the wall turned into a white light in the air, and countless cicadas were screaming bitterly at the top of their lungs.

In the entire alley where there are no people, the stinky smell is evaporated, and the garbage has built a comfortable nest for flies, mosquitoes, and rats.

Looking through the crack of the open door, the clothes in the yard were dripping quietly, and people were sleeping lazily at nap.

After lunch, Old Wu slept beautifully on the recliner. If a gust of wind had not blown down someone's bamboo pole for drying clothes, he would have never known when this good dream would have been achieved.

There are always several families in the alley wearing bamboo poles to hang their clothes out. Those who live in narrow houses or those who don’t have patios can only do this, either skirts, pants, or shirts. There have never been any stole things here. They can hang out whatever they want to hang out, and even shameless women blatantly hang out the plays inside.

For a moment, the sky in the alley seemed to be dotted by something, and those things were floating lively in the brilliant sky.

Old Wu looked into the red paint door opposite again. He could see the clothes hanging on bamboo poles in the patio. He saw the woman's underwear shaking in the wind. The bright red ones were illuminated by the burning sunlight and drifting like bright red blood. The wind circled like a whirlpool and rolled it up for a while to the east and west.

Old Wu then floated, his thin head shaking, and his nostrils were buzzing, and many flowers and clouds and rainy thoughts were generated. He seemed to see those pink faces, cherry lips, jade arms and white legs intertwined, lingering, and entangled. Unconsciously, the thing actually spit out a little saliva, and breathed out a long breath, vomiting all the depression that had accumulated in his chest for many years.

Widow Zhang followed him to the sky. After looking at it for a long time, she didn't know why. She turned around in confusion and looked at Lao Wu. Seeing that he was still stunned towards the sky, she looked at him hard and tried to search for him.

Another toothy old man came over, followed them for a while, and then said impatiently: What are you looking at?

Old Wu turned around and looked at him at a loss: What did you say?

I mean, what are you talking to Lao Wang’s family?The old man in the tooth raised his voice.

Without Ah, what's the point of their family?Old Wu said mockingly.

Why don’t you look at it? Their family makes operas and acts.The old lady said verbally.

At this time, a fat woman came over: There must be a show. Otherwise, if you close the door all day, you don’t know how his family survived.

His family is now very prosperous. Since the past, he has never passed the game, he has been a big fish and a big meat. The young man in that bank has moved to her house any day.

Widow Zhang's house is next to their backyard, so naturally there is more news than others.

Hey, it’s amazing to say that this person is the manager of a bank.The fat woman said.

Of course, it is said that this man's man is a high-ranking official.Lao Wu seems to be more knowledgeable than them.

Several people are the ramblers in this alley. Once they gather together, the world will be full of controversy.

A few days ago, a motorcycle hit a dog on the road at the entrance of the alley. Before it reached the bottom of the alley, it immediately turned into a car on the road and killed a living person.

If the alley was deeper and longer, it might be like this.

San'er just happened to be riding a brand new bicycle by, and the fool learned from others in ambiguous words: San'er, what time is it?

San'er shook her wrists casually on the bicycle, lifted her arms high, and looked at her watch.Stop making trouble, it's almost time, I'll go to Ah to work.It was gone like a smog.

There was a beautiful figure of a woman on the other end of the alley. The fool stared at her big pair of bull eyes and became nervous with grinning. The hot sunlight made his eyes narrow into a slit. When the woman got closer, she saw clearly wearing a white summer cloth shirt and a black long skirt. Because of the heat, she put the snake-like braid on her head, revealing a piece of fleshy pink neck outside the collar. She was slender, her thin waist, and obvious curves. All of this was what the fool usually saw and remembered in his heart. When he got closer, it was Xuehui.

Old Wu asked her: Xuehui, school was over so early.

Seventeen-year-old Xuehui smiled and her face turned red: I have to go to the opera school, I forgot something.As he said that, he pushed open his door.

Xuehui, who was studying in high school, had a beautiful face like a newly bloomed lotus, with red lips and white teeth, bright eyes and black hair. She was wrapped in her plain gauze with a plump and cute figure, standing like a graceful tree, walking like a wind swaying willows, her skin like tender lotus roots from mud, and her face was like peach blossoms in March.

A pair of bulging breasts that protrude from the slightest promotion of youth, and their buttocks also have round wings. The waist is thin, and the black hair is as smooth and soft as waves, and as black as rainy clouds.

No matter where she walked, she was very radiant, with hot and hot flames following her everywhere, and even a little slutty child followed her, until she ran into the house as if she was running away, closing the red painted door tightly.

Or at school, I don’t know if she likes to get in the middle of the boys or if she likes to stick to her. Anyway, as long as it is a public occasion, she can always be seen with a large group of boys, chatting and laughing, her eyes that are washed and flying in agile manner, and she throws thousands of charms around her from time to time, so excited that the air around her sways. When she walks there, there is a lot of joy and laughter.

In broad daylight, the yard was empty, with only the birds she raised, jumping around in the bird cage under the eaves, chirping.

Unintentionally, she was attracted by the woman's moans, and the uncontrollable voice came from the room.

This is a series of very fierce moans from women, and the meaning of this sound is self-evident to her.

She gently reached the window of the room like a cat, and the woman's moans became stronger and stronger.

Through the small hole in the window, I saw his brother standing naked under the edge of the bed, moving more and more vigorously.

The moans came from the mouth of the woman lying on the bed.

This was the first time she saw the play of a living man.

Because he was doing it, he suddenly stopped moving and patted the woman on the butt, asking her to change her position and start over again.

In an instant, the man's stubborn play was so scared that she was so fiercely.

She suddenly understood what was going on.She walked to the door, pushed the door open with great force, and broke in openly.

The brother and Sister Li lay on the bed in disorganized clothes. Xuehui suddenly broke in from the sky, which scared them violently.

Sister Li quickly covered her chest with her hands.

Her flowery underwear was so much so that only one sleeve was left, wrapped around her arms, and she couldn't even cover her breasts in panic.

Xue Sen also pulled up the quilt in a daze, covering and blocking the ground. He didn't know what to do.

What shocked Xuehui was the underwear that was hanging on the edge of the bed. When her brother was rushing to pull the quilt, the underwear that looked like her fell in front of the bed like a blooming flower.

Xuehui left the room as if she had escaped. The moment she walked out of the room, she brought the door with her.

She returned to her house, threw the coat in her hand towards the bed, and took the opportunity to throw it onto the bed, and started crying.

The life of brothers and sisters relying on each other for many years has made Xuehui unable to accept the fact that her brother was sleeping with other women. Although she tried her best to press her face on her clothes and on the white small bed, her loud sob still vibrated the house, which made people very excited.

It seemed as if back to when they were young, the two young men learned to play the game of house and demonstrated it in this empty and quiet courtyard.

Xuesen collected glasses with broken legs and applied a black circle with a pen on his lips, making the childish face look ridiculously mature. Xuehui used the red quilt as the bride's wedding dress, and wrapped the head and face tightly, sitting and waiting in the room.

He hummed a festive gong and drum sound in his mouth and came to pick up the bride, and moved from room to room. Due to the lack of partners, the lively scene of eating wedding banquets was omitted.

In their bridal chamber, they worshiped the world and bowed to each other. When Xuesen lifted her veil, she found that Xuehui used her mother's rouge to dress her face up bright red and pink, so she hugged her and kissed her.

She raised her lips and let him chew on her face and mouth. Just as Xuesen wanted to take off her clothes and sleep, she stopped doing it, she mumbled in her mouth: If you marry me, I will cook and wash clothes for you, what else do you have to do?

Xue Sen was speechless, but after a while he said: Being a husband and wife is not only about washing clothes and cooking, but also about falling in love. Isn’t this love that is about taking off your clothes and sleeping together at night?

It was not unreasonable for Xuehui to think about it. She let him take off his clothes and pull him onto the bed. He was stroking her naked body. Xuehui exclaimed: What are you doing?

This is what it takes to be a bride.She also asked her hand to touch her little thing: I saw that the bride next door was like this.

Xuehui giggled when she touched her, and her whole body shrank and turned into a ball of itchyness.

He also felt puzzled as he touched him, why did his sister not have the tall breasts of the bride next door, which made Xuehui laugh impatiently, and her interest suddenly diminished: It's over, the bride is done.

He was about to get up as he said.

She said unhappily: There are still many things that people have not done, just finish it, it’s so boring.

He put a pillow in his arms and looked like a big belly, so he asked Xue Sen to support her with a basket of vegetables in one hand and a waist with the other hand, wandering around the yard.

It was time for the girl to do her best. Xuehui changed her big belly to a doll from the room, breastfeed the doll next to him, took a bath and changed diapers, and nagged him for being lazy and not helping her, scolded her husband for being incompetent, and instructed him to pour the urinary.

As the stingy women in the alley were completely like this, Xuesen shouted: Our parents are not like this, don’t learn from the uneducated women in the alley.

So Xuehui became well-behaved and brought a recliner to the patio, making him smoke and drink tea like a man, and lie on the flower bed of the patio with his legs crossed and his toes shaking.

But she held the baby next to him, lifted up her clothes and breastfeeded the baby, humming a lullaby in her mouth, looking sincere and meticulous.

During this period, she flirted with affection and kissed passionately. Xuehui learned from her mother and even made a wonderful move. She swayed her body when she walked, like a wind blowing on the willows, her eyes were filled with spring, her behavior was frivolous and coquettish, and she was charming.

Xuesen was extremely gentle. When she walked around, she hugged her waist, and when she sat down, she hugged her into her arms, and from time to time she put her hands in her collar, and she caressed her skirt freely, playing like a fish in water, like a flower butterfly, and the spring light is infinite.

At that time, Xue Sen's things were completely different from what she saw just now. In Xuehui's impression, men's things were the same as children peeing on the street, but now she finally understood.

Since then, she has paid special attention to men's crotch. Every morning when she wakes up, she always glances at Xuesen. She is very sensitive to the flirting, playing and playing between men and women, especially those words with puns, involving sexual matters or things between men and women. She hears her heart and is full of interest, and it seems that she is very helpful in her heart, just like sucking popsicles in hot weather, the feeling of cooling and comfortable feeling in her heart and lungs.

From then on, she became melancholy, her eyes always looked at a certain place with trance, as if she had more worries, her laughter and joy in her daily life decreased, and her walking and behavior were much more carefully considered.

The whole person was confused and at a loss. The feeling of depression always seemed to be a sensation in his heart, which made her angry for no reason and annoyed for no reason.

In Xuehui's heart, since her grandmother passed away, her brother has been her only relative.

She knew that Xuesen was working hard and raising her, and she also regarded her brother as the whole of her life. At the same time, she also knew that Xuesen was the same as hers.

But now, he has gotten into the relationship with Sister Li and has done such a dirty thing.

This made her very sad. She stood alone in the sun, and she was stunned for a while, her cheeks were burning with hot hair, and the two rows of tears rolled down felt even colder, and it was colder to the heart.

He raised his hand and wiped it, and walked out of the door step by step.

Xuehui was attracted by the principal of the opera school Wang Yuying on the street because she had a good face and two long legs, and because she had extremely elegant and lively eyes.

She followed Xuehui and went to their school.

At that time, she asked Xuehui to lie on her legs, which made people measure the length from the back of the neck to the tail bone, and also made people pull their ankles and lift their legs up to their heads, which made her face change color.

Xue Huineng went to the opera school because she was paying attention. This child is so beautiful, I want it.

Wang Yuying simply said to Principal Xuehui.

Xuehui received this praise more than once.

She knew she was beautiful and knew that singing opera would make herself more beautiful.

From then on, Xuehui went to opera school every morning and after the first class in the afternoon. She became obsessed with opera. Her legs were high, her waist was flexible, and her neck was soft.

Xuehui rushed to the scene, but she was still late when she arrived at the opera school. In the practice hall, Wang Yuying was guiding other students to train.When I saw Xuehui, I majesticly scolded: Why are you late?

Xuehui frowned, fell over her body, and leaned her back against the glass door.

Yuying came up and pulled Xuehui's arm: Get ready quickly.

Xuehui walked into the small room next to the hall, where they were their locker room. She took off her top and threw it on the back of the chair as she walked. Her knees became weak and she sat down on the chair, her face getting hot.

After sitting for a while, Xuehui stood up, took off her trousers, hung her clothes on the shelf of the wardrobe. There were small white lotus buds hanging on the closet, filled with lilac powder, which made the cabinet smell fragrant.

The brush of life is not rough. It clearly outlines the girl's outline with its unique soft colors: a slender waist, round shoulders, bright red mouth, light willow-like eyebrows, and a chest curve that is faintly visible under the two braids.

This made Xuehui, both in school and in the opera school, catch her heart and her throat sucked and spitted.

Those boys who want to be intimate with her often use unique ways to intimate with her. They always tease her and anger her until they make her cry, and then sincerely rush to help her.

They felt that what she had flowed down her cheeks was full of honey water.

Xuehui then joined the students in a long queue in the hall and followed them and walked along the platform.

As Yuying's palm slapped faster and faster, Xuehui jumped all over the field, and her two boots kicked and stomped on the ground like a flexible machine.

The music stopped abruptly, and she had been spinning countless times and suddenly had a fixed pattern and stood firmly. It took her a long time to make normal moves.

Then, Sui Ren made a move. It was Xuehui's turn. She made a split. Anyway, she could chop horizontally and vertically. One fork could hit the ground with the crotch of her legs and jump up by herself.

The fat robe was difficult to cover Xuehui's slender body. The transparent tights made the boots look like they were placed on two bare legs, and half of their butt was exposed with a kick.

Wang Yuying dressed up Xuehui like this, as if it was out of a complicated interest.

She didn't seem to be very careful, but she has always paid attention to her since Xuehui, but she just kept silent.

When he was dissatisfied, he patted her gently and whispered: He looks smart, why don’t he be enlightened?Do it again, relax the lumbar muscles and exhale.

He patted her on the back again.

After a long time, Xuehui might realize that the gentle physical contact was not casual or professional, so her ears were always red and she jumped very hard.

If the four eyes communicate, what did she see in the other party’s bright and beautiful eyes?

It's not just the tenderness of motherhood.

During the demonstration, she came over and put on her slender waist, and her two bodies were almost out of reach.

Her mature body was a temptation and a threat to her, and her thoughts couldn't calm down when she danced with her purple ears.

She had the first time enjoying amazing information about the same-sex body. Wang Yuying took good care of Xuehui in both studies and in life. Although she is already a mother of three children, she also has a cute daughter who is a few years younger than Xuehui.

Wang Yuying smiled knowingly at the subtle changes in Xuehui's body. They all knew that this woman had indeed grown up and it was difficult to eliminate the teasing of Xuehui's sharp and cone in her eardrums. Only children would have the voluntary appearance in Xuehui's mouth, which was a unique kind of generosity, even slutty.

That night, after dinner, the couple were making tea in the patio outside. Her husband Yang Chengnan was a little successful during his career, and the whole family was divided into this small courtyard.

The floor layout of this courtyard adopts the symmetrical form of left and right axes. Based on a southern courtyard, it forms a pattern of two bedrooms and two hatchbacks in the east and west, and a patio in the north and south front and back.

It was midsummer. Although the old chrysanthemum branches and leaves turned yellow, the new chrysanthemums were in full bloom. In the corner of the courtyard, red and white, blue and yellow intertwined, flowers were like cups and plates, and the yard was filled with the fragrance of medicine. Flies, mosquitoes and gnaws dared not enter. Inhaling into the lungs in one breath makes people awaken their minds, their bodies are smooth, and they are indescribable.

Yang Chengnan set up a tea table beside the flowers and brewed tea.

The small mud stove was filled with flames. A small mud stove was covered with black charcoal in the snow-white ash. The charcoal was originally a tree, but later died. Now it was alive after a faint red fire.

However, living soon turns into ashes.

The steam in the kettle was rising, and I quickly moved the kettle to one side. The fire was like a huge black-hearted blue chrysanthemum, with its slender petals curling inward. The fire gradually became smaller, the petals gradually became shorter, shorter, and almost disappeared, leaving only a circle of neat small blue teeth, and the teeth gradually disappeared, but before it was eliminated, it suddenly pounced out, stretching out one or two inches of sharp fangs, and in an instant it exploded into nothing.

Yuying had just taken a shower, her hair was fluffy on her back shoulders, not wearing a tight robe, but a short sleeve and skirt, revealing her white calves and arms, and even a piece of her neck that was naturally half-covered and half-displayed without clasping the collar.

A dazzling chrysanthemum petals fell on the short-sleeved chest, allowing him to see the extremely plump breast.

She sat in front of her husband, shaking the fan, her hair whispered and the chrysanthemum petals were about to fly. Yang Chengnan was oppressed by her beauty, and she became irritable absent-mindedly. She often glanced on her face and then slid away very quickly, and sweat kept oozing out.

I still say it’s not hot, but it’s like you’re sweating.

Yuying sat in a knee chair with one leg hooked on the armrest of the chair, and her high-heeled silk-woven slippers were hanging on the tip of her toes, and she could fall to the ground with a snap at any time.

As he said that, he handed over the fan and his eyes.

He only felt that there was another brilliance in her eyes and another words. He remembered the mysterious luminous ball under the well platform in the summer, and remembered that when he was a child, he often couldn't help but jump into the pool with a clear pool surrounded by furry water plants and bathed happily.

The woman was still saying something, he didn't know until he found that the fan she handed over and a soft hand were placed in his hand. At this moment, his bodies trembled, and no one spoke. He looked at his eyes very close, not knowing that the stars and moon in the sky were still shining, and the weaving insects on the osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard were so quiet.

The muscles on Yang Chengnan's face were beating, but a cunning smile appeared in his eyes. He leaned in front of Yuying and unbuttoned the buttons in her top.

Yuying knew what he meant, grabbed his hand that had reached into her skirt, frowned and said softly: Don't be here, don't be here, let the children see it later.

Yuying's flashing eyes were shining brightly. She felt something rising and turbulently in her heart. It was the closest shorts that he had to take off. She suddenly felt ashamed. She let out a vague moan in her throat, and she fell to the chair limply.

Close your eyes.

Chengnan said, as she began to close her eyes obediently. She felt one of his warm and humid hands flowing from top to bottom, like water, and the hand stood up and poked wildly in some sensitive places.

Later, he picked the chrysanthemums and put the broken chrysanthemum petals on Yuying's body. The petals slid from her cleavage. The tiny and gentle leaf petals conveyed a strange sense of touch. Yuying's body trembled gently. She said: What are you doing? You are crazy.

He didn't answer. He stared at her bulging abdomen, gasping in disorder. Finally, he picked a chrysanthemum and stuffed it into Yuying's lower body. He saw Yuying looking at him in horror. He calmly pressed her swinging legs, and he said: Close your eyes.

He carried me into the room and went to the bed.Yuying screamed in a strange voice. Chengnan couldn't stand her teasing, and suddenly felt like he was about to bleed from the nose. She stepped forward and hugged her horizontally and went into the room.

Yuying lay in his arms, hooked his neck with one hand and stroked his lower body with the other. She felt his thing expanding and hardening rapidly, so she stroked it with great intention, and finally made it like a terrible iron pestle.

Chengnan hummed comfortably, kissing her face randomly while grabbing her hand and stuffing it into the bottom of his pants. Yuying was startled. In just a moment, some juice was already wet on his head, and it was trembling like an unbeaten rooster. She knew that the guy was already in a hurry and it was time to go.

He first lay on Yuying's body and vented his strength, which was something she had never experienced before.

Like a brave donkey, hitting her wildly from all angles. She felt that her bones were about to break up and down, and the place was swollen and noisy, and bursts of numbness penetrated the bone marrow. She really wanted to spread her limbs and lie down without moving, but she still gritted her teeth and continued to cater to him.

Chengnan had no idea how many times he shot, but still stabbed her with a strong golden spear and assassinated her again and again. He was still not enough to get the excitement of stimulation. He lay on Yuying like a dog and licked her white thighs, her bulging breasts, biting her pretty face, and her soft belly.

He was particularly in love with Yuying's fertile land that nurtured her children. He lay on it and kissed her over and over again, licking her while kissing and licking her while licking.

Yuying curled up under his lips and sharp tongue like a little female cat. While she rolled in due to itching, she stretched out her warm tongue tip to respond to him, stimulating him twice.

She resisted him with her plump breasts, and her light red nipples were thrown into tempting eyes at him frequently. Her boneless hands kept rubbing his sensitive parts, rubbing him unbearable as if he was a wolf, howling like a tiger, and shook his spirits heavily, thrusting his sharp spear and stabbing him at her.

But she snatched her agilely, and hugged her bull-like thick neck with her arms bent tightly. She kissed his eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips, kissed his developed chest muscles and delicate armpits. Her two hot lips gradually moved downwards, navel, lower abdomen, curly hair, and body swung even more vigorously. Like the willow tree in the wind, once fell to the left and right, but just as it was about to break, it stood upright from the wind, and countless repeated impacts unexpectedly enjoyed the softness of the willow and the pleasure of death.

The kiss made a raging desire ignite in his body again.