Chapter 17

Let me say a few words.

In the year of a disaster, people are in panic and it takes time and effort to write such a bullshit.Just code for one or two more chapters and just be eunuch.Thank you, senior.I wish everyone good too.

This is a complete story.As long as you are serious enough to connect the details and follow the most basic common sense of life, most plots will be clear at a glance.

Moreover, you can also have your own interpretation, as long as you can achieve logical consistency in all details (actually, it is a fool, I doubt that a few people can really pay attention to the details).

For example, Lu Yongping's mentality changes, different purposes at different stages, when evil plans arise, and when to decide to put them into practice, including the prediction of the consequences, are all traceable in the article.

This requires no brainstorming, no guessing, no affirmation or denial.Unfortunately, many friends are just talking about the context, even putting labels and seeing the results, and they don’t even bother to understand the basic plot.

There are also those who think the male protagonist is cowardly. I can only say that you can’t get the most core mother-son relationship, which is really a pity.

I have said before that the male protagonist and Feng Lan have the same personality.

Is Feng Lan's commitment to Lu Yongping lewdness?Then why does the male protagonist become cowardly when accepting this matter?His identity is a son, not a husband.

For various reasons, he can share secrets with his mother. Although he has emotions and resistance, he still knows the general idea.This is the special thing about this mother-son relationship.

In addition, the mother and son have long agreed that Feng Lan cheated.

From the exposure of the cheating incident, the two of them performed at their grandfather's house to the attitude of their grandfather coming to give money.

All plot developments are buried in the details, so I can't write them.

As for the male protagonist's attitude towards Lu Yongping, it is of course complicated.

But the most important thing is resentment and jealousy.

But putting away the switchblade means that he gave up the only way to effectively impact Lu Yongping (why did he return without success that night? Some people may say it was because of cowardice).

Chapter 15 The two met in the yard, both speechless, but their minds were very different.

Lu Yongping was undoubtedly shocked (sculpturally like, he couldn't even speak playful words), while Yan Lin was surprised, uneasy, excited and angry, and it was hard to tell each other.

Is it really good to say that it is so clear haha?

Of course you can have other interpretations.

I can give another example for details.

Zhang Fengtang roared at Lu Yongping: Have you ever cared about other women?Of course, this sentence has other profound meanings (I have to be a eunuch anyway. It involves the early experience of the late Cultural Revolution and a love triangle), but putting aside the deep meaning and using common sense, what does this sentence mean?Why can't my own sister be allowed?The biggest possibility is probably: 1) It is not good to have such a thing happen between relatives.Or 2) Care about your sister.

No matter what possibility is, Zhang Fengtang will not speak out about Yan Heping.There should be several details like this, especially when it comes to women.

Regarding why the male protagonist became a rapist, are there any other choice?Yes, but I've laid the groundwork for so long to make him a rapist.

The male protagonist held his breath after returning from the pig farm. Lu Yongping did not vent his anger. This time he witnessed the two of them being enthusiastic, and his mood can be imagined.

Lu Yongping's instigation was just an excuse and opportunity.

Chapter 15's dream is a preview of his mentality.

This rapist is reasonable (and cowardly), but after all, he is a child, let alone the demons living in his heart?

As Hume said, reason is ultimately a slave to sentiment.

Tags about this article.

Then I honestly want to be honest, this is a complete Oedipus novel.Chaos or green are just for different people to masturbate.Also, it is indeed a pistol text.

In my opinion, pistol texts for sexual stimulation do not mean shoddy.Don’t doubt the whole world when you look at the prelude and can’t get masturbated.

But I still have to say that the pistol is true, but it is covered with the fur of pure literature.

This means that you can't get the point of this novel at all when you pick up the eyes of Dianwen.

This is not about the low-end Qidian literature, but about the two completely different ways of pure literature and genre literature.

If you can't guess its literary nature, and you can't feel the emotions in the novel, then your reading experience will be greatly reduced.

About attitudes to incest.

Of course, I strongly oppose and accept it (don't try to talk to me about ethics, sociology, or political theory. I don't want to scare you to death, nor do I want to be boring).

However, when I write pornographic novels on pornographic forums and stick to incest labels, I don’t need to show off here.

As long as there are public order and good customs and ethics, incest is not taken for granted, whether it is reality or fiction.

There is morality in my novels.

This is an external bad situation shaping, which determines the rationality of the novel plot, and I mean it here.

Finally, let’s go back to the beginning.

This is not a suspense article, without tricks, without reasoning, and there will be no puzzles in the future (not absolute. If you change your perspective, you will have some information, but it is not a puzzle, it can be considered a repetition or emphasis).

In short, the information is all there, and it depends entirely on you personally.

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It turned out to be a cloudy day when I woke up early.It was gray, as if ink evaporated into the air.The sycamore tree is as lush as summer, the flowers and plants are fresh and pleasant, and even the birds and insects are as gentle as the past.

I closed the door lightly and stepped into this early autumn morning with caution.

The parents' bedroom is dark.I pricked up my ears, and there was no movement.This makes people feel a little bit of annoying.

However, when he tiptoed to the kitchen door and caught a tightly pulled bedroom curtain, an inexplicable uneasiness suddenly burst out from his heart.

For a moment, even the light blue red-crowned crane that was wandering in the world became unfamiliar.

My parents used this set of curtains for a long time, and it almost ran through my entire childhood.

But I never noticed that the red-crowned crane's mouth was so long, it was curved like a pair of scissors.

After a while, I turned my head and lifted the bamboo door curtain.

The kitchen door was wide open, and the yellow enamel jar was squatting on the red painted wooden table.

There are also the water cup used by Lu Yongping, the square stool in the corner of the wall, and the half fried piece lying on the ground, which makes everything feel so at ease.

I don't understand why, but my eyes suddenly became hot and I almost burst into tears.

Originally, I wanted to make some food for myself. In fact, my stomach started to roar in the middle of the night. When I saw the fried oil, I realized that even if God came down to the mountains and sea of ​​delicacies, I couldn't eat them at all.

After cleaning the dishes, I leaned against the stove and was stunned for a while.

I think if I am proficient in cooking, I should have cooked breakfast for my mother.

Of course, after scrambling my stomach, I felt ashamed to give up this idea.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom and ran to the bathroom to wipe my face.

When I stood in the yard again, the sky seemed to be even more gloomy.Lan Jialing lay comfortably on the ground.

I stroked a few leaves of phoenix flower and coughed twice, but I still couldn't catch my mother's movements.

The vomit is still there, a little shocking.

This dry map is golden, like a carefully baked crust.

I cleaned it up in just a few seconds and then rumbled open the door.

I pushed it into the car and was about to leave, but I couldn't help it and called Mom at the red-crowned crane.

No one agreed.

He shouted a few more times, but the rocks were still sinking to the sea.

Tears surged out in an instant.

After throwing off the bicycle, standing at the gate for a while, I slowly walked towards the living room.

However, the living room door was locked.

My scalp suddenly felt numb, and my whole body seemed to be thrown into the magma.

Survival instinctively, I screamed loudly and danced my arms wildly.

The vermilion wooden door made a loud thud while trembling.

Finally, the window lights were on.

No one spoke, only my heavy breathing and my moans as my sweat penetrated the ground.

When I rode out the door, I pedaled quickly, and the wet air rustled in my ears.

The old man and the old lady were vaguely shouting from behind the village. They not only encouraged themselves, but also woke up the lazy people in their sleep.

It is said that they are going to run to the hydropower station and then return. It can be said that they can't stop crying and have endless quaint arts.What’s scary is that these athletes and artists have accompanied me through almost the entire adolescence.

At the intersection of the street, Lao Zhao's wife called me and asked me to take her for a ride.She wore an old sportswear and wrapped herself in a round shape.

I didn't want to talk, but she sat down in the back seat.

After walking a few steps, Aunt Jiang knocked on my back: You little brat, you are quite strong.

I was too lazy to talk and kept rushing.She asked: Are you going to be late?I shook my head.

When she arrived at the bridgehead in the west of the village, she got out of the car and asked me in a low voice: What happened to your house just now? It was like killing a pig.

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't say a word.

She said: Don’t be as tough as your dad, making your mom angry.I got on the bike and left.

Aunt Jiang was still shouting: You don’t bring an umbrella, it’s predicted that there will be rain.

Sure enough, it rained heavily before morning self-study.

The dull sound of reading and the refreshing sound of rain make people fall asleep.

I was hit with my eyelids.

We squeezed into the corridor during breakfast, and the splashed raindrops swept into the bowl from time to time, and the stupid guys were so excited that they blushed.

From time to time, I squeezed out two dry laughs, but disappeared in the noise that was even louder than the heavy rain.

I remember that at that time, if my mother came to the cafeteria to get food, I just had to lower her head gently, and no matter how sharp her eyes were, she would never be able to pull me out.

Of course, this is a fool.

It rained almost all day.

I didn't see my mother either.

I forgot which class it was. I took a short snatch for a while, but was woken up by the teacher and stood on the back of the blackboard for a whole afternoon.

I still can't remember how I climbed onto the bed that night.

I only remember that the white moonlight seemed to be about to peel off the ceiling, and I lay straight, as if I had been born there.

There was no movement outside the window, and even Zhang closed his mouth tactfully.

Later I was swimming in Pinghe, and the sound of water seemed to flow through my ears as I was floating and sinking.

In a trance, it seemed like my mother was taking a shower, and I could almost see the dim lights in the bathroom.

He sat up suddenly, and the night was silent.

I walked gently towards the window, and the yard was dark.

After hesitating for a while, I opened the door and walked out.

The moon disappeared at some point, and the blurred light was like the ancient spark.

I stood against the pavilion pillar for a long time.

How much I want to sing a song.

After evening self-study, I deliberately left behind, but couldn't wait for my mother.

In fact, I don’t know whether she came to school or not.

In the air after the rain, even the playful sounds of the fools were a little fresher.

I rushed past the side, causing them to follow them screaming and screaming.

Those rude and childish ducklings still have their voices in their ears, like water stains splashing in shallow depressions, blurry but real.

When I got home, my parents' bedroom was on.

I was sweating profusely and the yard was in darkness again.

I didn't meet my mother until the next morning.

I remember it was a big break, and all the junior high school students practiced standing long jump in the open space in front of the class.

The eighth set of radio gymnastics sounded in the playground, and it became flat and empty when it reached the teaching area.

Despite the cold patrol of the class teacher, the fools still have to take the air conditioner and make a naughty trick.

I was a little absent-minded, and after jumping a few times, I squatted down to sort out my shoes and brought them.

A fool said: If I were you, I would have asked for leave.

I said: Dry hair?

He said: There is an injury on his head, and it explodes when he jumps.

I said: Your mother is just blowing up.

He said without showing any weakness: Your mother.

I stood up jokingly, and as soon as I clenched my fists, he raised his face: It's really your mother.

It's indeed my mother.

I remember that my mother was wearing a light-colored suit and was walking by the flag-raising platform lightly.

She might have glanced at this side, or maybe she didn't.

I can't say such a thing.

I only remember that when she moved her legs, she left a wonderful silhouette beside the flagpole. The sky was so blue that the goose yellow gauze scarf between her mother's neck danced in the wind, like a burning flame.

It is hard to imagine the state of mind during that period. Maybe I didn’t dare to touch my mother at all. It was the biggest bluff to watch from afar.

However, during the third session, when I came out of the toilet and passed through the arch of the teaching area, I almost ran into my mother.

This is a bit exaggerated. Maybe the two are still far away, but they suddenly meet and feel a little at a loss.

Of course, it was me who was at a loss, and it was more in line with the fact that I was surprised and urinating.

I still remember my mother's eyes reflected the green locust trees beside her, like a pool of flowing lake water.

It seemed to jump and slid smoothly to one side.

I seemed to open my mouth, maybe I really planned to pop up a few words.

Unfortunately, I just staggered through.

When I sat in the classroom, my heart had not finished beating, but everything around me was sluggish.

I was a little hesitant after school at noon, and still ran to the student cafeteria with a dull greeting.

After a quick meal, I pulled a few people and rushed to the small garden in front of the cafeteria.I think it is at least safe here.I don’t want to be so awesome that I’m bragging, and everyone came to an abrupt end.

Meanwhile, my ass was kicked.Just as I was about to get angry, my aunt's voice came from behind, and she yelled anxiously: Come with me!I was a little confused for a moment, holding my food in my mouth, and couldn't stand up.

Of course, my aunt was not a fuel-efficient lamp. She twisted my ears and I stood up.

Regardless of my embarrassing appearance, she took my arm and left.

For a moment, I thought something happened to my mother.

This made my legs softer into noodles.

But my aunt said: It’s really easy to find, why is it so difficult to get some delicious food for you?

She pouted and raised the lunch box in her hand.

I wanted to run away at the moment, but my aunt grabbed me.

In front of the teachers and students, I feel embarrassed to make extreme actions.

When I entered the teacher's cafeteria, I held the rice jar tightly and didn't dare to raise my head.

I feel like I'm about to die.

However, my mother was not there.

On the contrary, several teachers I knew made fun of me and made a living with my aunt.

I sat in the corner sweating profusely, my right leg was shaking nervously, but there was a hint of loss and mist.

I remember that the lunch box was filled with small crispy meat that day.

My aunt came back from making rice and ruthlessly moved half into my bowl.

I said I couldn't finish it, and she said she was losing weight.

I have nothing to say.

During the meal, my aunt suddenly stopped and stared at me for a while.

I felt so sad that I asked her what was wrong.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, she asked again: Is your head okay?I didn't agree, she kicked me with a smirk: Do you want to take revenge?

Later, my aunt asked about her father’s recent situation and asked me if I miss him.Only then did I realize that I almost forgot about this person.However, before the apology was dissipated, a ripples of uneasiness quietly emerged from my heart.

On the way back to the classroom, the sun was lazily and lazy.I couldn't help it and asked: Where is my mother?

My aunt cut it and couldn't hold back her laughter: Your mother is not my mother, you don't know, but I don't know?

As soon as school was over that night, I rushed straight to the carport and searched all over the teaching area, but I didn't see the familiar car.

I was a little overwhelmed.

The old man was even more at a loss when he saw the car. He blew his whistle and was about to chase me away like a chicken.

The crowds were rushing, and I spent a while outside the carport.I only remember that the incandescent lamp above my head was huge and hollow, and a few moths tirelessly created mottled black shadows.And the mother did not show up after all.

The moon shadows on the way home were hazy, and I remained silent amid the laughter of the fools.

When we arrived at the bend of the Ringcheng Road, we actually met Wang Weichao.

Everyone was so surprised that they could not squeeze out any other words except me fucking.

Wang Weichao waved his hand and asked them to leave first, saying that he had something to talk to me.What can I say? I nodded.I didn't answer Wang Weichao's cigarette, and I said I'd quit.

Then Wang Weichao spoke, and he indeed talked about Bing Jie.

What can I say? I said, get out of your mom.

I got on the bike, turned around and pointed at him and said: Don’t bother me, otherwise I’ll kill you.

I'm really fierce.

After getting off the Ring Road, even the moonlight became gloomy.

I don't understand what I'm thinking.

I suddenly found a figure in front of me at the bridge head west of the village. It looked quite familiar, and my heart was pounding.

The barking of dogs in the village is one after another, and the light-colored back not far away is elegant and moving.

I followed slowly, inhaled a mouthful of moonlight, and then spit it out gently.

For a moment, two saplings flew.

However, when she arrived at the intersection of the street, she disappeared as soon as she turned the corner.

I was not stunned for a while, and it was not until I left my house that I remembered that my mother had no classes at night.

After entering the yard, the lights were on in my parents' bedroom.

When I parked the car, the lights went out again.

There is a late-night snack in the kitchen.

I remember it was a bowl of wonton noodles, covered in a glass lid, steaming hot.

I stood by the stove and finished it voraciously.

When I finished washing and lay on the bed, tears fell down.

Each grain of it looks like transparent mouse shit.

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Within two days, the new dormitory building was officially put into use.

I moved to school as a devil.

I remember it was a Saturday, and I went straight to my house after school at noon.

My mother was not here, and the salted rice was stuffed in the pot.

I sat in the pavilion and finished my meal in a depressed manner, and lazily clenched my feet for a while.

The sun was very bright, and it made brilliant sparks on the Lanjialing, and I suddenly felt panic.

Back in my room, I had a few washed clothes on the bed, including the sweatpants I took off from my parents' bedroom that night.

I collapsed onto the bed weakly, then got up straight, and then started to tidy up the bedding.

It was a bit exaggerated to say that the bedding was too much to go through the cabinets, but I just fucked two blankets, a bed sheet, and a thin quilt.

After tied it with a rope, I sat there for a while.

I even thought that if my mother came back at this time, she would definitely stop me.

For a moment, a dangerous and subtle sense of happiness swelled up in my body, and I felt hopeless.

Check-in was sloppy and quick, and I spent the whole afternoon on the basketball court.During this period, I vaguely saw Bing Jie watching the battle, but after one round of battle, I lost my shadow.I was a little disappointed.

I went home at around four o'clock, but my mother was still away, so I left her a note.

This kind of thing is really fresh to me, a bit pretentious, it's like making a movie.

I remember I had a math test that night, which may be other bullshits. In short, I only had two evening self-study sessions.

When living in a brand new dormitory, everyone's excitement was beyond words.As I tossed and turned, I couldn't sleep anyway.

Sunday morning is an experimental class.

At around nine o'clock, my aunt appeared at the door of the laboratory with a tiger face.

She was crispy, but like a big female insect who came to her door: Yan Lin, come out for me!

As the fools sneered at the gloating laughter, I walked out nervously.

A bicycle was parked under the steps and a bed was rolled up in the back seat.

My aunt-in-law stared at me with her arms and didn't say anything.

I said what was wrong, and I lowered my head guiltily.My aunt sneered twice, and then she spoke for a while: I won’t talk nonsense to you, your mother is not free, so let me bring it to you.

As she said that, she took out two hundred dollars from her pocket and gave it to me.I went to pick it up in a reflexive manner.She slapped my hand away: Do you really dare to ask for it?

There was a faint laugh from the classroom, and my face was almost bleeding.My aunt snorted, asked me which floor I live in, and asked me to carry the bedding and lead the way.Of course she didn't forget to tease me a few words along the way.

After tidying up the bed, my aunt asked me to sit down and said, "Did you have a quarrel with your mother?"Ah?You made your mother so angry that her eyes were red for so many years, and this was the first time I saw her.What a bad thing you did, it's really amazing.

She made me feel so nervous that I felt so upset that I squeezed out tears.

At first, he was very shy, but later he ran down.

In the hazy water, I stared at my trembling knees, and my ears buzzed.

My aunt stopped talking and held my hand and tears fell down her face.Later she stuffed the money into my pocket and said: I don’t think you are ashamed, so you can live home after two days.Your mother kept it safe and relieved her anger.

Before leaving, she gave me fifty more and told me not to let my mother know.Also, my aunt grabbed my ears and said, "Don't splash, otherwise I won't be spared."

I didn't see my mother for the next two days.

During mealtime, I kept a close eye on the teacher's canteen. During the break, I slipped to the playground. There were even two times when I deliberately passed by my mother's office.

However, it was useless, and the mother seemed to have evaporated.

I was shocked when this thought came out.

After a night of brewing, I was gradually convinced by it.

During lunch on Wednesday, my eyelids pounded wildly, and the impulse in my heart could no longer be curbed.

After throwing the rice jar, I rushed straight to my mother's office.

No one is there.

It took me until one o'clock to come in and ask me who I was looking for.

I said Zhang Fenglan, my mother.

He said oh, but stopped talking.

Teacher Chen happened to come and was a little surprised to see me.

She said that her mother had taken a morning leave and didn't know if there was any class in the afternoon, so she hasn't come yet.

After that, she called my house, but no one answered.

Regardless of Teacher Chen's shocked gaze, I rushed out like crazy.

The school gate is locked and the guards are not allowed to leave.

I went around to the southeast corner of the school, where there was a small wood, which was a must-pass place for Red Alert CS enthusiasts.

I climbed over the wall and took a shortcut.It is almost half way through October, but the crops have no plans to mature.With the whistling wind, they passed through the retina, green and lush.

There are few people walking on the small roads, which are extremely soft, and several old pits have become huge mud.

The two tombs were densely packed, making a navy blue whine in the secluded noon.

I ran so fast that I slipped under my feet and fell hard.

After entering the village, the streets were empty, and a curious gaze occasionally seeped into the violent sunlight.

I remember my breathing was dull but light, and the markings of the cement road seemed to have no end.

The door of the home is locked.

I punched the door a few times, called mom a few times, and then found that I didn't bring the key, so I couldn't help but collapse under the porch.

After panting, I slowly got up and walked around from my grandma's yard.

Of course my mother is not here.

I searched every corner and finally sat at the stairs for a long time.

When you come out of your home again, the sun seems to be even more poisonous.

My heart was in a mess, wondering whether to walk around the street.

At this moment, a voice woke me up.

It was an old lady in the front yard, sitting under the banyan tree for dinner. She asked me from afar why I didn’t go to school today.

I walked over quickly.

She ate the rice and asked me if I was rolling in the mud.

Lao She reminded me that I realized that I was rolling in the mud.

I asked her if she saw her mother.

She said: I met in the morning and took a bottle of paraquat from my second child.Otherwise, your mother could do it, I would also say that Teacher Zhang's appearance could not be Ah.

I turned around and walked home.

Lin Lin, your grandmother is back, she is back in the morning.The old couple is so lucky... I can no longer hear what she is still saying.

However, the medicine barrel was lying quietly in the utility room, as if trying to confirm something.I walked towards my grandma's house weakly.

Rural women love to commit suicide by taking poison, although this method is the most tragic and painful.

When I was 14 years old, I had the honor to witness two such incidents.

I will never forget the way I foamed at the mouth and rolled around on the ground with my hair.

Mother is never a person who cries, makes a fuss, or hangs her, but what can we say about death?At least to me at that time, my mother was almost dead.

Sure enough, grandpa was at home.

When he saw me, he trembled happily.

I was too lazy to talk nonsense and asked him directly if he saw his mother.

He mumbled, and finally said no.

I asked grandma again.

He said he would play cards at someone's house.

I went out to find my grandma, but I didn't see anyone after running around.

On the way back, I stepped on an ant to death.I felt like I was sweating too much, and this almost exhausted all my energy.

When I opened the door, I saw my mother.She squatted on the ground in muddy body, with a green medicine barrel standing next to her.The yard is filled with the smell of chlorophenol, so familiar that it makes people want to sneeze.

My mother was still wearing green trousers and white shirt. Her pretty face was red under the sun hat, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks. Sweat was still falling down continuously.

When she saw me come in, she raised her head in surprise.

I wanted to say something, but I opened my mouth, but I couldn't even spit out a word.

After a while, I punched the iron gate and tears finally burst out from my eyes.I remember saying: Where did you die?!

I don't understand whether it's roaring, wailing or crying.I only felt the back of my hands burning, as if green apricots emerged from the bald branches.

In the hazy state, my mother stood up and walked towards me.

I glanced at me in the eyes and pretended not to see it.

Finally my mother touched my shoulders and stroked my head.

The white arm swept past my eyes, like a Milky Way that ran across the night sky.

So I threw myself into her arms pretentiously.

I probably will never forget the smell of paraquat on my mother's body, like almonds, reaching my brain.

And her crying jumped lightly, like a trembling heart of a deer.I don’t know how long it took, but my mother patted me and said: Your hair is rotten.