Chapter 71

February 2, 2019, on the eve of the Spring Festival, night.

The cold wind is blowing, and the sound is whistling.

The little horse was standing at the entrance of the supermarket with white heat in his mouth.

According to this year's plan, he will go back to his grandparents' house to celebrate New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. After dinner, he went to the supermarket to buy two large bags of meat, eggs and fish dishes, and prepared to cook early tomorrow morning to make a sumptuous meal for his mother.

As soon as he stepped out of the fully heated supermarket hall, the cold wind poured into the collar, and the huge temperature difference made him tremble; he looked down at the wet ground, twisted his cold neck, carried a shopping bag full of fruits and vegetables in both hands, and walked down the stairs carefully.

In previous years, around the Spring Festival, the average temperature in Jingnan area was around ten degrees. The climate this year was abnormal. In the past week, the temperature experienced a cliff-like decline. On the afternoon three and a half days ago, heavy snow even came from the sky.

The flying snowflakes create a romantic scene like the Korean drama "Winter Love Song" at the beginning of the century. Based on the last time the people of Jingnan saw snowflakes, it was traced back to the 1990s. Local social media and radio stations were working hard to promote all kinds of joyful and happy things about making snow. Various street shops also followed the season, rushing to play pop songs with snow as the theme, spared no effort to set off a rare festive atmosphere in recent years.

In recent days, there have been obvious more pedestrians on the street.

Men have changed into coats and scarves that highlight their winter temperament, while women linger in major shopping malls to buy their favorite winter clothes. Perhaps many single young people are looking forward to a wonderful encounter and having an unforgettable blue love of life and death.

Children on the roadside were in groups of three or five, chasing around for the small snow that had not yet melted on the scattered flower beds. Occasionally, one or two middle-aged aunts would appear, taking photos with the remaining snow in various difficult shapes.

The little horse walked forward silently, with laughter and joy along the way. He often went to Majia Village in the north when he was young. He was used to seeing the original wax figures wrapped in silver, so he was not very strange about the sparse snow scenes at present.

In short, the atmosphere was rare. Looking around, he couldn't help but get infected. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sighed with fog wrapped around him.

What’s important is to be down-to-earth.

Yesterday, the road was slippery and he accidentally fell on the way home from buying vegetables, which caused his pace to slow down a little today.

Fearing that he would fall into the wet mud again, he lowered his head and looked at the muddy and cold ground, raised his legs to avoid a pool of ice slag, stepped forward, followed the dry floor tiles, and continued to walk home slowly.

As the old saying goes, if you don’t be the boss, you don’t know that the food, rice, oil and salt are expensive. According to the current market price in Changnan City, the dry cleaning price of a down jacket is nearly fifty oceans. Xiaoma is reluctant to spend that in vain money. Yesterday, she soaked warm water and brushed it. It took only two hours to clean the down jacket.

Since the beginning of the winter vacation, Xiaoma has gone to the suburbs to meet her two big sisters arranged by her godfather almost every day in the name of joining a team with Xiaopang.

According to his mother's teachings, he abandoned the previous mentality of being facing a great enemy, making the relationship between the three people really improve.

Although the daily time is tight, he took everything related to housework, including washing and cleaning, buying groceries and cooking, and everything is fine.

The reason for doing this was because he found that compared with his mother, he was quite leisurely.

...After the holiday began, my mother was busier than when she was working at school.

First, in order to make up for the indulgent January work before the final exam, the mother had to arrange home visits and organize education plans for different students every day; second, the mother had to spend time with her godmother, so as to gain time and space for her and her two sisters; third, she had to give Xiaopang a small tuition and make up for her, and she had to write a diary when she had time, including daily communication with Aunt Abing, which was full of time all day long.

Apart from the above points, my dad's harassment has not stopped since the New Year's Day holiday. During the winter vacation, it has become more and more intense. He actually came to block the door every few days, called asking for peace and apology, but in fact it was a variety of performances.

My father was always very sad, and he complained about the injustice and darkness in the officialdom in tears, threatening that everything that happened before was a trap set by a person who was determined and a deliberately created misunderstanding. Therefore, Xiao Ma also gained a new understanding of his father's acting skills.

If it weren't for the fact that his father had never mentioned the fact that he had raised a new mistress outside and had hooked up with Zhang Wanxi again, Xiao Ma thought to himself that he would definitely be deceived and could not help but plead with his mother for him.

After all, my mother had to squeeze out a lot of energy and time to deal with her father's harassment, and it was so annoying.

So Xiao Ma thought silently and flexibly used the command authority he obtained to get all the housework in a package.

However, my mother was not happy.

In Xiuhua's opinion, breakfast is over, and even dinner is ready to be served on the table. It feels like I am already at the age of not being able to take care of myself and needing someone to take care of myself, and my son's skills...

Xiuhua had no intention of belittling her son at all. She just thought that her son didn't even have a haircut, but she didn't move every day, and went to the vegetable market twice in the morning and evening. When she thought of those middle-aged and elderly people who bought the main players, she was likely to look at her own boy who was alienated with curiosity or pity. Her mother, who was well-armed, was really frightened, and her sense of responsibility and self-esteem were provoked.

Xiuhua is not afraid of being tired, but she is afraid that her son is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed, and she cares about others and herself all day long.

The training I had been deliberately trying to make him live a simpler, happier and relaxed life. He should let go of his sincere and simple obsession in his heart and not be so tight. He should develop an old-fashioned bitter face at a young age. Don’t go to the other extreme opposite to his father.

It is conceivable that from the beginning when Xiaoma had to take on all the housework, Xiuhua expressed fierce opposition, but every time she was suppressed by Xiaoma in an irrefutable tone.

Xiuhua felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

The problem is that she has made a promise to her son without any swearing before that as long as you act tough enough, the mother will absolutely obey any instructions from you. Now Xiaoma will pick up this chicken feather as an arrow, and her little mouth will be silly without rest, which will really make people have no temper to argue with him.

However, Xiuhua's bad mood did not last long.

The training work she has put in a deliberate way is not in vain. Xiaoma, the child, can listen to his opinions, learn from one example and understand his own principles, and finally apply them to all aspects of life.

The mother's thoughts are clear to this child.

After snatching the housework, he performed well in bed and worked hard to perform the indulgent attitude of being domineering and instructing. It was so easy to do whatever he wanted, and he would do whatever he wanted.

For example, when he found that his mother was at the desk for too long and needed a rest, he would probably frown with her delicate eyebrows and whisper a reminder, but now he would pounce on her and kiss her wildly, then peel off her underwear and start fucking.

Xiao Ma knew very well that once his mother became stubborn, she would not care about any orders or not. So he stood at the highest point of morality and made a big fuss and said something like doing housework that was so hard that he would have to look at your face if he wanted it. Today you have to do it, and you have to do it even if you don’t. In this way, Xiuhua’s only choice was to accept his moral kidnapping with a wry smile.

I want me to think, don’t you think, what Xiuhua expects to see isn’t that the performance?

In addition, Xiaoma concluded that when she was in love, she always had a waiter mentality, including the stage when she was forced to participate in the humiliation game before the winter vacation. Even if she was extremely reluctant in her heart, she would put meeting her mother's needs first.

Based on the mother's psychology and her own actual experience, Xiao Ma concluded after analysis that this obviously belongs to another aspect that needs to be adjusted urgently.

The solution he gave was effective and simple. In a nutshell, after the foreplay, he would sit on the sofa chair casually, or lay on the bed with his cock in his mouth, and shout to his mother to find a way to make him feel good.

Hello, lick it!

Change here to lick...

Lick here too!

Mom, you are so stupid!Can't even do such a simple thing well?Teach you?Humph, think of a way!

...It's probably that's it.

There are three benefits of this. The first thing that is to be affected is that he can enjoy the sense of control of being domineering and instructing. Secondly, on the surface, he seems to be indulging, but in fact he handed over the control of the rhythm to his mother, allowing her to be happy and get great satisfaction in both psychological and physiological aspects.

The third point is that he found that his mother suddenly had some unusual concerns about her figure. In the past two months, she often lamented that she did not have enough time to exercise, so it would be better to do more riding exercises to make up for the amount of exercise she had lost.

In the first few days, Xiuhua experienced the benefits brought by her son's clever arrangements, and was able to be relieved from the complicated housework. She immediately felt much more relaxed, so she stopped arguing and focused on her work and had sex with all her heart.

It has to be said that Xiaoma's operation is perfect. It not only found an excellent balance between sex and love, but also made the mother and son feel perfectly harmonious in self-satisfaction that is good for each other.

Xiuhua was deeply pleased with the wisdom contained in it. After all, after experiencing repeated pulling and running-in over the past few months, she was still worried and silly, so she really wanted to fall into a state of self-doubt.

For Xiaoma personally, everything is attributed to her mother.

It was his mother's previous shocking education that made him realize that his thinking concepts were still in a very one-sided and limited stage, and thus he learned the extremely important judgment that determines actual actions. It must be based on detailed observation, in-depth thinking, and as much communication as possible.

Therefore, in the late night, when the mother and son have finished venting and return to the state of being kind and filial to the mother, he often hugged the warm and sexy body in the quilt and took the initiative to tell his thoughts. If there is something he can't figure out, he will ask questions directly, trying to draw more wisdom in dealing with people from the conversation.

……

The supermarket is not far from home, but the road is slippery in the snow and the pockets are heavy. The pony's figure in the cold wind looks like a little penguin walking, and it took half an hour to get home.

Xiuhua opened the door to welcome him into the room, immediately ran back to the desk in the room, and continued to write quickly.

Xiaoma shook her head and sighed, carrying the vegetable bag, slowly walked into the kitchen, intending to make some simple preparations, steam the buckles that will be served tomorrow first, and cook them after the cook.

Add cold water to the iron pot, patted the onion and ginger, and he took out the fine pork belly from the plastic box and slid it into the water along the edge of the pot, which stirred up a piece of oil on the water.

There are only two people in the family, and the pork belly is the amount of three, because my mother will invite Aunt Li to her house tomorrow to have a reunion dinner together.

His cooking skills have improved rapidly recently, thanks to the full teachings of his two sisters, Xiao Qin and Xiao He. The three of them had the same purpose, so they turned the false winter camp into a housekeeping class for their practice.

... Recently, my mother hasn't disliked the food I cooked for being unpleasant.

Xiaoma stared at the pot and smiled. He thought that his godfather had been walking in the cooking classroom from time to time a while ago, with his hands behind his back, and happily chatting to beat the sisters, and don’t let him down. It was obvious that he found that the two sisters were not interested in having sex with him.

These situations were also carefully conveyed to my mother before and asked for opinions on how to deal with them.

You are already a mature child and you have to learn to think for yourself. Of course, the mother did not say so directly, but before giving the suggestions on the above questions, she put forward another rather sharp assumption.

If your godfather is really a bad person, he wants to use our secret to threaten his mother to do those undescribable things. What do you think should be done so that his mother can protect herself?

throat.

Recalling this question, Xiao Ma exhaled a breath, picked up her arms, looked up at the cyberpunk-style range hood at home, frowned and fell into deep thought.

Unfortunately, apart from lamenting that his godfather is not a bad person, he has not thought of any solution that can be finalized without paying too much.

That night he had a very in-depth discussion with his mother, and the mother and son asked and asked questions and answered various possibilities.

Helplessly, every method he racked his brains to propose was ruthlessly denied after experiencing his mother's detailed analysis.

Including starting from the scandal of raising a family prostitute, or making a fuss about Aunt Fang still feeding Xiaopang, based on the assumption that her godfather is purely committed evil, these messages will not be easily leaked at all. No matter what, they cannot avoid the first step of compromise.

Compromise means failure, this is a major premise.

So he asked his mother in turn, since she asked this question, was there a perfect solution?

The mother still shook her head and told him clearly in a deeply powerless tone that there was no.

It’s not possible to follow the right path, and the obscene approach won’t work. Her mother even revealed that she had many extreme ideas before, such as kidnapping Xiaopang.

If you dare to threaten me, I will kill your son!

...The little horse was stunned.

However, the mother then smiled and explained that when the gap between the resources and energy between the two sides was too large, the weaker side often had no chance to take action, and fought back and fought to the death. Most of the time, it was just a beautiful fantasy in novels and interpretations.

The weak in reality can make a choice, but they may only compromise, and then get deeper and deeper, and the longer the time, they will become more and more unable to break free from the other party's control.

...What should I do?

If you really face that situation, there may be only one optimal solution: long pain is worse than short pain.

Instead of being coerced, it is better for the mother to take the initiative to go to the police station to confess and surrender. Son, what do you think?

……

Why.

A sigh.

Recalling this answer, Xiao Ma nodded silently.

It is like a fool to be on the weak side and want to escape without paying any price.

It is better to have short pain than long pain, and it may be the best way to do it.

The meat was fragrant. Xiaoma looked down at the pot and saw that the pork belly in the boiling water had turned white, and only a layer of lean meat near the water surface was still light pink. He picked up the long chopsticks, turned the pork belly in the boiling pot over the noodles, and then hugged his arms and head up again, sighing lightly.

Now he knew that the meaning of his mother's thought-provoking question was not in the answer itself.

The core of the problem is the positioning of strength and weakness, and the real logic of the strong prey on the weak.

In other words, my mother is reminding herself in circles that as long as she holds her godfather's thigh tightly, no one can bully us in the future.

In the middle of the night that day, this inference was affirmed by my mother, and the initial question was answered.

Although your godfather’s motives are not pure, he will never falsely help our family, including his preference for you.As a person, you must know how to repay your sincerity with sincerity. Compared to small deception and calculation, it is better to explain your true thoughts in person.

...Mother's meaning is that it is not good to wait until the godfather can't hold it in, and then ask Aunt A Bing to submit a deleted version of the sex diary.

This is a sudden idea.

In terms of it, it is really ridiculous to be clever to people like their godfather.

The afternoon after that conversation, Xiao Ma sincerely went to find his godfather and confessed his thoughts.

...He looked down at the pork belly in the pot, Xiao Ma put down his arms, turned around and walked to the chopping board, and put out two earthen-burned pottery bowls.

The ready-made pickled vegetables have been bought. He did not open the packaging first, put the whole package into a bowl, then took out a small piece of peeled old ginger, placed it on the chopping board, and cut it into shreds of ginger finely.

His thoughts spread out again, and the result of his conversation with his godfather was as expected by his mother.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.In the future, no matter what kind of woman you want, my godfather will find you.

As the godfather said this, he pulled himself into his arms, kept kneading his head, and mouthed a good god and a good son, expressing full tolerance and understanding.

My godfather was so reasonable, and I felt very good at that time. I opened my heart and chatted for a long time. I told him the recent deeds of my own father blocking the door and harassing my mother frequently.

When the godfather heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, wrapping it around his godfather.