Chapter 4 Yao Shan: The difference between my uncle and I are only seventeen years old.

The next day, I set the alarm clock and got up early.

It was only five o'clock and it was pitch black outside the window.

As soon as I heard my uncle's footsteps, I immediately opened the door and ran out excitedly.

Unless my uncle is visiting the kiln, I will follow him no matter where he goes today.

When my uncle saw me, he pushed the hat back, revealing his thick and black eyebrows.He asked in surprise: Why did you get up so early?Or have you not slept last night?

I'm almost suffocating in the house, let me follow you.I begged softly, but worried that the effect would not be good. I grabbed my uncle's big hand like a palm-leaf fan, with a soft voice and said: "Uncle, please take me there!"I will definitely be good and won't cause trouble for you.

I just work in the field, it's very boring, and you'll get annoyed in a while.My uncle frowned and didn't like the idea.

My wrist twisted lightly, shook my uncle's strong arms left and right, and my voice became softer and softer. I said coquettishly: You are not annoyed, and I don't know how to Ah!Is that okay!

Seeing that I insisted on following me, my uncle no longer objected, so he found a straw hat for me to put it on his head, and the two of them went out together.

The night is still very thick, the crystal moon hangs in the sky, a faint halo sprinkles on the road, and the outline of the moon is blurred in the ditch on the side of the road.

There is silence around it, which is a very unique silence, hiding a rich rural atmosphere.

If I came out alone now, it would be strange if I wasn't scared to death. Fortunately, my uncle was by my side with me.

I looked around in the night and saw crops everywhere. Although it was so quiet that it was uneasy, I could see the farmers working in the fields every few steps.

They bent down and were busy with their work, as if they were not caring for anything except the fields.

None of us looked up at us as we walked past them.

I was not used to it for a moment, and I didn't dare to stay away from my uncle.However, my uncle greeted them enthusiastically, chatted with them for a few words, and sometimes introduced me to me and asked me to call this grandpa and that grandma.

I stood beside me and was secretly surprised.

Although these old men and women are all in their sixties or seventies, they work very quickly in the fields and are skillful and skillful in their hands and feet, which really opens my eyes.

We walked and stopped until he stopped in a corn field and said, "You can walk around, but don't go into the fields."

It was still dark, and I thought I was not that bold, and the scene of being caught in the field by a stranger flashed through my mind.

I stuck to my uncle's side and begged: Let me follow you, I will talk to you, otherwise it would be boring to work alone!

My uncle glared at me and said angrily: I have always been alone.

I secretly guessed how long my aunt left him.But even if I give me the courage, I don’t dare to ask his wife in front of my uncle. Maybe he will kick me out if he comes again!

I thought he acquiesced to me and followed me, so I asked: Where are the young people in the village?Why are the old man and the old lady getting up so early to work!

What surprised me was that my uncle was not good at speaking and talked about farming.

The young and middle-aged people in the village moved out a few years ago, and most of them worked outside all year round, and those who stayed were basically settled in the town.

There is no need to go back to the village when working, doing business or accompanying your children to study.

Those who stayed were old men and women who were neither able to work nor could they live in the town.

From transplanting rice to fertilization to harvesting, most of the farming in Xuncun is made of machines and does not require much labor.

However, the country people cherish the land very much and are reluctant to waste any place.

Some places where machines cannot reach, they will use small farm tools to cultivate and plant them themselves.

The old man and the old lady have been dealing with the land and crops all their lives, and they can handle this little physical work with ease.

I remembered that my uncle had crops like tomatoes, eggplant, cucumbers, beans and the like in his backyard.

Although I only lived here for a few days, I also found that my uncle was too idle.

When you are not working in the fields, you will repair the front and back of the house.

Seeing my uncle working in the field quickly, I became more and more curious about him.

My mother said that my uncle was very smart when he was a child and had excellent academic performance.

However, he is very pragmatic about his future and chooses to major in agricultural science at the Agricultural University.

After graduation, he found a job in a large agricultural company.

He was originally expected to join the scientific research team, but he went to the spotlight on buying and selling crop seeds, fertilizers and insecticides. He ran everywhere across the country and was willing to go wherever he sent him.

Although I have no place to live and are wandering, my uncle has learned about the sales and market of grain from then on.

He resigned from the company, set up a seedling farm by himself, and then returned to Xuncun after making some money.

The year before yesterday, I bought more than 500 acres of farmland in the village and became a farmer.

According to my uncle's words, these villagers in the village gave him the land.

Not only do you have money, but you don’t have to worry about the quality of seeds and seedlings, you don’t have to worry about natural disasters and pests, you don’t have to worry about the price increase of chemical fertilizers and pesticides and the price drop in grain, and you live a leisurely life.

Farming is very different now than in the past, so it is of course much easier to have a machine.However, there are many things to worry about in everything, such as seeds, seedlings, fertilizers, pesticides, machine cultivation, threshing and harvesting, workers, etc.!

Although my uncle was complaining, he couldn't stop the satisfaction and pride in his tone, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

The sky gradually became brighter, and soon the sun shone, and the temperature rose, dispelling the already thin cool air.

My uncle finished the work in the field and took me back.

Suddenly, many people appeared in the village. No matter who they met, they would stop on the road and chat for a while.

I smiled politely and listened quietly. Rather than leaving a good impression on the villagers, I hope my uncle likes it. My niece did not embarrass him in the village.

I walked and stopped and stopped with my uncle until I arrived at a small courtyard.He looked around at the half-closed door and crossed the door and went in.

There was no one in the door, and the air was filled with the smell of straw and the fishy smell of domestic animals.

I looked around and there were piles of straws tall by people beside me. There was a square table in the middle of the yard with a lot of water spinach.

The sun had risen at this time, but was blocked by the tall trees, and the rising sun shone in a diagonal way, leaving a long shadow.

This scene is somewhat similar to Tao Yuanming's pastoral poems.

A dog barking suddenly broke out on my side.

I turned my head and saw a big yellow-haired dog rushing towards me with great viciousness.

I was shocked and hurriedly hugged my uncle and hid behind him.

The dog bared his teeth at me, and his throat kept whimpering.

I was scared and almost fell on my uncle.

The barking of the dog alarmed the people in the room, and an old lady ran out of the door.

She was wearing a coarse blue striped dress, her hair was tied in a bun behind her head, and she was inserted with a large needle, and apron around the waist. She was a standard farm decoration, simple but gave people a feeling of kindness and comfort.

As soon as the old lady saw her uncle, she relaxed and turned to shout at the dog: Dahuang, don’t bark!

My uncle bent down slightly, stretched out his strong and dark hand, held Dahuang's neck, scratched his chin, and said: Why not, Dahuang saw Shanshan's face, it was okay.

He turned his head and said to me: My name is Grandma Wu, you have eaten Grandma Wu’s beef patties these days.

Grandma Wu stayed on my face for a few seconds and said with a smile: Oh, Beiyue, is this your sister's child?He looks really similar to your sister.

After hearing this, my uncle nodded repeatedly and said: That's not the case. She came to me for a summer vacation.

My uncle easily held the rhubarb by my side, and I relaxed and said hello to Grandma Wu.

She warmly greeted me into the house, and I looked at my uncle, and he signaled me to go in with Grandma Wu.

I took off my straw hat and my hair was wet on my forehead.

After walking for a while, my whole body was covered in sweat and my clothes were almost wet.

Grandma Wu poured me a glass of water, looked at me and said with a smile: After all, she is a child in the city.

Grandma Wu took out a basket with all kinds of pasta in it.

She took out a beef patty and handed it to me. I was not hungry at all and had no appetite for the big cake.

However, seeing Grandma Wu so enthusiastic, she was embarrassed to say no, so she took it and bit it into her mouth slowly.

My uncle was chatting with Grandma Wu, and then I realized that my uncle was indeed looking for someone in the village to solve the food problem for him.

Actually, I have cooked for two people these days, so there is no need for my uncle to carry the basket with Grandma Wu.

However, just looking at Grandma Wu's enthusiasm, it is obvious that she needs to do this more than her uncle.

After returning home, my uncle did not stop and had to go to the town to buy some farm tools and storage rooms.

I still want to go together, but this time my uncle firmly denies it.

Not to mention the sun poison, there is no air conditioner in the pickup.

If I follow along the way, I have to be baked by the sun, and it will be useless to apply any coefficient of sunscreen.

I had no choice but to stay in the room and play games online. I lay on the bed and swiped my phone for a while, and fell asleep in a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I happened to hear my uncle's pickup truck driving to the door of my house. Looking through the window, my uncle wore a hat and leaned over to move things from the car to the yard little by little.

My uncle took off his short-sleeved shirt and put it on his waist, and his upper body was exposed in the sun.

The copper-brown skin was covered with thick layer of sweat, shining.

The broad shoulders are strong and powerful, the muscles on both arms are bulging, and the whole body exudes a masculine aura.

I couldn't help but be stunned by his iron-cast body. I remembered the boys in the class. Although many of them were tall and tall, they were too unremarkable compared to the dark and stout uncle in front of me!

My uncle moved the things in the car, locked the yard door and walked behind the house.I was a little surprised why he didn't come back yet, and ran to the other side of the house, with a window between the bathroom and the stairs that could see the backyard.

My uncle picked up a water pipe from the wall and fiddled it twice to hang it on an iron hook.

I've seen it earlier. When my uncle came back in the evening, he always used that water pipe to water the vegetable garden.

Although the sun has set west now, it is too early to water it.

After a while, water flowed out of the water pipe.

My uncle took off his only big shorts, stood under the water pipe, and rushed away the sweat and dust from his body.

I knew I should avoid it, but I couldn't move my eyes away. I stared at the water flowing to wash away my uncle's strong and tough body without blinking, and I made a new discovery: my uncle's hair was very vigorous.

Strictly speaking, this is not a new discovery. My uncle's hair is thick, but because he shaves very short, he has never paid special attention.

He also has a thick beard.

My uncle is used to being single and doesn’t shave often.

In just one or two days, your face will be occupied by a dark and dense beard.

I didn't contact the hair vigorously. It was not until now that my uncle took off all his legs, raised his arms and legs to take a shower, that I noticed that his armpits, lower abdomen, between his crotch, and his legs were covered with thick black and shiny hair.

After finishing the rinsing, my uncle did not turn off the water pipe immediately, but used a clip to make the water flow thinner and stronger.

He adjusted the angle and let the water flow shoot toward the large tuft of hair between his crotch.

It doesn't seem to be hair, because the guy between the crotch has obviously changed.

It was originally hanging down between the legs, and when it touched, it stood upright under the lower abdomen. It was indeed an "erectile".

I have never really seen a man. He is thick and long and murderous. There is a huge purple-red head at the top. It looks like a turtle's head when you look closely. No wonder it is called the glans.

My uncle held his erection with one hand and lifted it up and down, and held the erect and drooping testicles with the other hand. He accelerated, slowed down, pulled his hand to the top of the glans, and then just stroked it on the rod.

The first time I saw a man masturbating, his throat was as if he was strangled by a rope and he couldn't breathe normally.

I was also afraid that my uncle would find that I was peeping, so I quickly left the window, shrank my body and left quietly, ran to my bedroom in three or two steps, and then closed the door quickly.

I leaned against the door and gasped, my heart beat rapidly. When I remembered the scene just now, my cheeks were even hotter. Did they get burned?

It's so shameful.

I ran to the edge of the bed and fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and my mind was in a mess.

I am not a super beauty, at most I am considered to have a good facial features and a well-proportioned figure.

After the age of twelve, both appearance and body shape have changed.

However, all my energy is spent on my studies and I don’t care about sexual attraction.

There are a lot of boys and male teachers in the school. Who is whose love partner is a topic that is often mentioned among friends, but these people never attracted my attention.

There were boys in the class who asked me to study and eat together. Some of them were tall and handsome, but they all made me politely refuse.

It’s not that I’m pretentious, I really can’t get interested.

My friend Yuan Yuan once shouted strangely, my pituitary gland has developed normally, but why did I fall into the most important sexual consciousness?

However, I can't talk about late maturity. I know early on that the difference between men and women is not just about going to different toilets.

Like other girls of the same age, I pay attention to my image, appearance and figure.

I usually massage my breasts, trim my hair on my body, and learn to use cosmetics.

I have experienced all the things that girls pay attention to during adolescence.

If anything, it may only be an attitude towards boys.

There are many classmates in the school in love, but most girls still choose to alienate boys.

I belong to the latter, not only because I have to focus on my studies, but also when I think of the topic of sex, I always feel shy, uneasy and even disgusted.

I wondered whether my desire for sex might be lurking in a dark corner in my heart from beginning to end, but I just lacked an opportunity or inducement to activate it.Now, I finally let my uncle expose me.

I was secretly doing math problems. My mother said that when she was six years old, her grandmother married to Xuncun, and her uncle was born four years later.

They are ten years apart. My mother has me for twenty-seven years, so my uncle should be thirty-five this year, which is only seventeen years old.

Is it very big?

When a couple may be a little worse, but if it is just... Ah, I turned over and quickly covered my hot cheeks with a silk quilt to stop the thoughts in my mind and prevent myself from continuing to think about it.

God, I wail in secret, so shameless!

How could I have such a thought? What kind of devil do I get into?

What are you thinking about?

That is my uncle, my mother's younger brother.

I was ashamed and felt extremely embarrassed about my illegitimate behavior.

However, whether I like this intimacy or not, there are indeed two voices in my mind.

One was frightened by his boldness and recklessness, and the other was saying: Hi Shanshan, it doesn't matter, let's follow our feelings.

The next day, my uncle went out before dawn.

I didn't go to the ground with him this time, but I could no longer suppress my curiosity. I pushed open my uncle's bedroom door and walked into a world that belonged entirely to him.

Although my uncle said when I first came, I could go to his room to watch TV, but at that time I was just polite.

When I was at home, my mom didn't allow me to enter her room casually.

Naturally, I never approached my uncle's room.

However, after seeing him taking a shower in the backyard, I suddenly felt that the distance between me and my uncle was much closer.

My uncle took a bath and masturbation naked and let me experience it. Walking into his room is a way to peek into privacy.

Although I have only come in once, my uncle's room is the same as in my memory.

The difference is that this time my breath is full of masculine male scent.

I hesitated for only a few seconds before lying on his big bed, imagining my uncle sleeping on this bed at night.

I tried my best to suppress the scenes in my mind that were both scared and unfamiliar, but once the primitive desire buried in my heart was awakened, it seemed that it could no longer be calmed.

Even if you feel ashamed, you can't help yourself with your physiological reactions.

The numbness and itch gradually turned from the outside to the inside, and my breasts seemed to be bitten by something, so I really wanted to reach out and grab, rub and rub.

The acid and warmth collected in the lower abdomen flows into the hidden vagina, which is abnormally sensitive.

I clamped my thighs and my soft underwear slowly rubbed my crotch.

I recalled the scene of my uncle taking a shower in the yard yesterday, and imagined his big hands covered my breasts, passing through my waist from top to bottom, coming to my lower abdomen, and then inserted into the inner side of my tightly closed thighs.

I tried to masturbate once, and the sound from my throat was even shocked.

Maybe because I am a novice, I can't help it. Even if my hands are wet, it still has no particularly exciting effect.

I was embarrassed to continue. Except when I was taking a shower, I never touched the most secret place between my legs.

I know what happens between men and women during the clouds and rains of Wushan, and I also know how women can masturbate and orgasm.

Whether it is text comics or movies, I know the full set of knowledge.

However, this is different from doing it yourself, and I long for someone to teach me.