When she saw Chen Yao for the last time, she put on the striped cashmere coat on the down jacket, just as she had predicted before, she looked like a zebra on the snow field.
The zebra walked slowly in the lead-gray abortion, and waved at me with his little face tense from a distance.
The cashmere coat was a birthday gift I gave to Chen Yao in June this year. It was bought in the off-season store in the department store. It was a Turkish product. It didn’t have a tag. It was logical that more than 400 yuan was not cheap. As a result, she despised her for half a month and said that it was wrinkled and dirty, and she had been worn by many people.
During the meal, she asked me how I was. I said it was pretty, and her response was a cold snorkeling.
The fried rice was a bit salty that day, so I had to brush a portion of dumplings and two bowls of egg flower soup. When I returned to the table, she asked about her mother's birthday indirectly, and I could only pretend not to understand.
In fact, the second day after my mother came to Pingyang last time was her birthday. I hesitated whether to make a phone call, but after all, I gave up.
Chen Yao just rolled her eyes to me and soon complained about Nash's free throwing action. She talked a lot, cheerfully and chattering, talking about Christmas Eve performances, roommates gossip, and talking about how a male teacher was perverted. Her face became more and more rosy like melted rouge in the misty heat.
When the cafeteria came out, the sun finally shot through the thick phlegm, and his head looked a little dazzling.
Chen Yao said she went to take a shower, and after walking two steps, she turned around and said that my vision was OK, but summer looked cheap, so how could she let it go and then wear it more temperament.
As she said this, she shook her sleeves and jumped straight off the steps.
I threw a napkin in my hand at her and missed it.
Before I could bend down to pick it up, the paper ball rolled up in the sudden wind. When I turned my head to look, I had already disappeared.
The canteen's exhaust fan creates a huge roar, which lasts for a long time in my ears like thunder.
The snow still fell on Christmas Eve. Even if it didn't happen once every fifty years, it wasn't much smaller.
When I came out of the small restaurant under the foreign iron shed, the world was already vast.
There were lights on the street, but there were not many people. I wandered around aimlessly for a while and finally squatted at the door of the bar to smoke a cigarette.
The campus is even more deserted. It was not until I passed by the West Playground that I met several couples flirting with each other. The big stage in the distance was hazy under the flocy-shaped sky-covering huge curtain, as if a gust of wind could blow out.
Someone was singing Wu Bai's song. After drinking this cup, there were three more cups. It sounded stupid, but the crowd in the cold was very excited and screamed frequently under the wind and snow.
I don’t know which departments were holding the evening party, nor do I remember what Dabo said about the east playground or the west playground. After standing under the basketball stand for a while, I staggered into the woods and never looked back.
Bass is still in the deep mountains and forests, maybe I'm back. In short, the first time in a few years the band did not perform on Christmas Eve. Dabo invited Chen Yao and me to help his students in the morning. After Chen Yao finalized the working meal specifications, I could only reluctantly agree.
But now, everything has changed.
I don’t know if he called, at least I didn’t hear it. Maybe it was because the small restaurant was too noisy, or maybe it was because something was wrong with my ear.
No joke, I can clearly capture the rustling sound of falling snow, like thousands of caterpillars crawling through your ears, secret, too loud, and even make people itchy.
The lights flashed along the way, and the pine, cypress and white birch were tilted under the dim street lights. I knelt down and vomited several times, but didn't spit out anything.
The report was not long, totaling four or five hundred words, but I read it for so long.
When I came to my senses, I was already downstairs in the dormitory.
The fat counselor's thin lips were still squirming in front of his eyes. He remembered that she took me a glass of water, pulled a chair, and even sent me out of the office building in person.
I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I only remember that there were two girls playing badminton at the door, laughing and laughing. When we came out, badminton rushed towards the fat man. She threw away her head and said in surprise, almost sitting on the ground.
The post said that from 2003 to the present, with her mother's work and her father's sentence, Chen Jianguo raped Chen Yao dozens of times, and his methods were brutal and cruel and crazy. As for details such as time and place, they were not mentioned at all, except on May 6, 2004.
I don’t know if that counts as a list. The general meaning is: At 2 pm on May 6, 2004, under the instructions of Chen Jianguo, I was forcibly sent to a house in his villa in Longshan Villa District, north of the city by his secretary Tang Xiaojun, where I was raped again. The whole process lasted four or five hours. It was already past nine pm when I returned to the city. Tang Xiaojun wanted to treat me to McDonald’s, but I refused.
It seemed like I had a hole in my mind. I read this paragraph repeatedly many times. It was like a QQ alarm on the taskbar. It kept beating until a Motorola advertisement jumped out. I sucked my nose and bit my upper lip. The hallucination did not disappear due to pain. But if this was not an hallucination, what was it?
I can't remember whether the letter of complaint was written on the 19th or 20th. The signature was a pity victim, and the appeal was very clear. Severe punishment of criminals and seeking justice. The object of the complaint was probably the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security, the Supreme People's Procuratorate, and the anti-gang and evil task force.
As expected, the post was deleted quickly, and by the early morning of the 26th, any information about this post had basically disappeared online.
It was like a stone sinking to the bottom of the lake, leaving nothing but me, the ripples that were rising and falling in a daze.
After playing the Frozen Throne for most of the night, I didn’t even get on QQ. I was surprised to find that few people have played this once popular game.
While having breakfast under the iron shed, my nosebleed flowed without warning all over the table. It was really like tap water. The astonished eyes around me finally made me feel a little happy.
I don’t know how many people have read that post in total, I don’t know if the so-called report letter is really from Chen Yao, and I don’t know how many people who know her know about it.
Sometimes when I walk on the road, or even in the dormitory, I feel that there are different eyes floating around from time to time, although no one has said anything from beginning to end.
In fact, apart from class, playing basketball, and playing games, I don’t deal with most people in the department very much, but I am still very familiar with Chen Yao and the others (especially the female classmates in the class), and I usually make a lot of jokes.
There were a few nights when I lay on the bed with a dizzy head and felt a little difficult to breathe. Maybe it was because the heating was too high, and the air was so dry that it could tear your lungs.
Regarding Chen Yao, I went to the fat counselor again and asked them what they were going to do about the hospital.
She seemed to be startled and stared at the bull's eyes and asked what to do.
Yes, she said she didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't know what to do. Even if it was true, it didn't happen in the school, and it was not under the control of the school. Finally, she stammered and said that the specific handling depends on the person involved.
I asked if this was her opinion or the yard's opinion, and she drove me out angrily.
That night, the fat man called again and comforted me and said that no matter what he did, Chen Yao's mother was there, so that I could relax and not mess around. What else could I say besides fucking her mother?
However, that's all I can do.
As for Dabo, I don’t know where he got the news. When he was in bed at noon on the 27th, he almost jumped up with a punch.
He pushed the door open, panting and shouting me to go to dinner.
Although I repeatedly said that I had eaten it, I still pulled it off the upper bunk.
I immediately blushed. If there weren't someone in the dormitory, I would have swung it with one elbow.
The above reaction is of course a sign of guilt. I didn’t realize this until the cold wind at the entrance of the corridor hit me.
Two seconds later, I pointed at the shoelaces and smiled at Dabo.
He then let go of me and said: "I'm laughing at your mother."
The guy was stern along the way. He asked me why I turned off the phone. I said my phone was out of power. He said he would charge it if it was out of power. I didn't say anything because I really had nothing to say.
I ate a meal for three or four hours, first white, then beer, and then white. I feel that I have never drunk so much wine. Even Dabo, who claims to be unintoxicated, praised me for being so fucking able to drink.
What else can I do besides choking my throat and pressing the urge to burst out?
At first, Dabo had nothing to say, but later he started talking, Beckham, Bono, Dylan's new album, Christmas Eve performance, and even the Zuoyang incident of Lotus Narcissism. These various things lingered around and shuttled around, making people dizzy.
In this gap, he suddenly asked me if I had seen Chen Yao again and had no choice. I immediately got up and stumbled into the bathroom.
When he came out again, Dabo said that I am a person who is very thoughtful and cunning, and I am holding back everything.
When he said this, he collapsed on the chair, and the smoke rings under the pale light were like bubbles spit out by fish.
I tried hard to support my head and stir the dough from the bowl without saying a word.
As a woman, he was muttering with his tongue, fucking...isn't he sad yet?
Before he finished speaking, the stiff stick leaned back and almost lifted off the table.
I wanted to help him up, but I didn't expect my legs to pounce on the ground.
The ground was greasy, but cool, so I pressed my face tightly on it.
This made my friend laugh and cough.
When the guy ran over, he turned over and hummed the song. The tone I had never heard of before was trembling, but melodious.
After slicing a song about Mutuigua, I bought a train ticket to Harbin on the morning of the 28th, and it was the evening of Mohe on the 30th.
After leaving the station, it was snowy and dark, so I could only stay nearby for one night.
The next morning, I took a taxi to Beihong Village. It was not that I knew more about it, but that no matter where I went, it was no difference for me.
The village is very small, with dozens of families. After a few twists and turns, I lived at a farmer’s house at the east end of the village. Behind the house is the frozen Heilongjiang.
His family has two guest rooms and four large kangs. According to the old man, it is the best accommodation in the village.
Unfortunately, I can't get used to sleeping in the hot kang. It was so hot in the first half of the night and so cold in the second half of the night.
I stayed for four days. On the first day, I could barely see the stars. The next afternoon, it started to snow. The temperature was really low. My physique, which was never afraid of the cold, was like I was not wearing any clothes when I went outdoors.
Most of the time, I stayed by the stove in a daze, and even the boss’s wife couldn’t stand it, so I advised me to go around since I came.
The old man was even more outrageous. He said that there was nothing to do in the village, so it would be better to go anywhere. He just built a geological park, but before he finished speaking, the woman glared back at a glance.
This family is a husband and daughter-in-law, who brings two school-age children. The son works in Harbin, but the old woman has never seen him.
After the hostess found a military coat, I could only go to the river to slid twice and caught fish with the old man once. It took an hour to chisel ice, but I couldn't catch the fart.
The morning before leaving, I walked a long way along the border line. When I thought I was going to get lost, I touched it back from the forest. I wonder if this is lucky.
As for the aurora, a thin man from the south in the same house said that he couldn't see it now and it would not be available until summer.
summer?The boss lady who was flirting with the bread slices frowned and smiled. I have been married here for almost ten years and I haven't seen each other once! I can't tell why, but after hearing what she said, I was a little disappointed.
I don’t know why I went to Mohe, just like I don’t know why I left after four days. In fact, the money in my pocket is enough to maintain it for a while. Even if this place is not necessarily so cute, it will not be disgusting.
After spending two hours at Harbin Railway Station, I bought a hard seat ticket to pass by Pinghai. When I was busy taking the No. 18 bus, it was already past seven o'clock on January 5, 2006.
The plain sea is also snowy, and the saliva is silenceless. The night is under the street lights, in the dirty snow, walking and stopping, and being anxious and slow.
Before I could drive onto the Garden Road, I felt something was wrong. It was not until I crossed the Nanpinghe Bridge that I suddenly realized that the Hongda Hotel, which was usually bright and bright, was in darkness.
Yes, the light pollution source that once could light up most of the night sky far away is now only a few small yellow windows left, which is even more gloomy and indescribable against the bright street lights at the intersection of Hongda Road, which is as bright as daytime.
The metaphysical hotel sculpture kept retreating outside the misty car window. The thick snow made it swell, but was squeezed into a long and flat shadow by the strong light.
It seemed like I swallowed a mouthful of cold wind, and it took me a long time to rinse my throat. It was only after half a bowl of mutton soup that I could ease.
There were many people on Laonan Street, just a few small tables in a corner. I ate a bowl of noodles, two cakes, a large portion of mutton soup, and also ate two taels of wine, and I was sweating profusely.
When I checked out, I touched the Nokia in my bag and turned on the phone. Sure enough, there were several text messages from my mother, from the 29th to January 3rd. I first asked me why I turned off the phone, and then if I came back on New Year's Day. Finally, I asked what happened, so I quickly called her back after seeing the text message.
I hope to see Chen Yao's text message, but unfortunately I didn't.
There are many streets and alleys in Laonan, and they swayed around the ground. Before they knew it, the statue of the River God was close to him. Perhaps the snow on his body was not very even, and it seemed that it was about to fall off immediately under the night sky.
The square is as bright as ever, but there are only a few people empty. In the small wind like a knife, the colorful lanterns in the distance are like ghost fires.
After sticking at the intersection for a while, I adjusted the shoulder straps of my backpack and walked slowly towards the Red Star Theater.
I don’t know what was happening inside, the sound of silk and bamboo and orange light radiate, spreading smoothly to all directions.
I feel that I can’t tell if I hear Zheng Xiangdong’s voice.
Unlike the square, the entrance of the theater was cleaned up very clean, with snow piled up at the base of the wall, more than half a person tall, almost reaching the ice edges hanging from the eaves of the wall.
The poster was trembling in the bulletin board, and even the layer of iron sheet sounded from time to time, as if it was being knocked by a ghost.
The above said that to celebrate New Year's Day, I performed "Speaking of Flowers as a Media" for three consecutive days, and invited Beijing-style crosstalk actors. The one on the right is the trailer of "Haitang's Marriage". The New Year drama, please stay tuned, a very routine tone, but the copper plate printing is pretty good, at least I recognized Qingxia and Zhang Fengtang.
Occasionally, someone would push open the iron door, go in and out, and I hesitate and finally didn't take any steps.
There were a few smokers squatting on the curb, probably waiting for the car, so I couldn't help but click one.
Without taking a few sips, a woman with heavy makeup came over and asked if she was staying in the hotel. It was at this moment that I heard my mother's voice.
I don't know what she was saying, but she was relaxed and smiling.
Almost conditioned reflex, I immediately turned around.
The person who was walking with Lao Zhao, sighing repeatedly, but his laughter climbed to the night sky with electric current.
When they turned the corner, I raised my head. My mother was wearing down and fucked her pockets with both hands. Although Lao Zhao was straight, she was still half a head shorter than her. The two were very close, and they seemed to be merging in the halo.
The lights were on all floors of the third floor of the complex building. I wandered for a while but still didn't go up, even though the most recent time had reached the entrance of the corridor.
The wind was a little stronger, and it was whistling in my ears, but the snowflakes disappeared. A camel-colored ball floated in the dark air, like a layer of solidified oil being painted.
I pulled the brim of my hat, stamped my feet, and finally stopped a taxi at the door.
Two pairs of warm pants plus cashmere pants are thin in Mohe, but they can be said to be too thick when they reach Pinghai, especially after drinking a bowl of mutton soup, but now, the sweat that has just come out is so cold that it almost solidifies me.
I called Niu Xiuqin in the car, but no one answered.
When I arrived at the south gate of Binhu Garden, I vaguely felt that the lights were on at her house, but it was impossible to confirm which household was there for a while. Last time I saw her, it was a hotel in the west of the city, and it had been nearly a year since I arrived.
There was someone in the concierge, but for some reason, I didn't go over and ask.
I called two times in a row, but no one answered.
After trembling in the wind for a while, I went straight back to the Binhu Avenue, which was so wide that it could be a tennis court.
There is no New Year atmosphere here, although it is just a solar year, and there are not even a few convenience stores on the street.
The bar is an exception, and there are quite a few people, but I just changed my English name, the beach, and the font is fancy, and I can't understand it.
I ordered a cup of brandy, but I don’t know if there was something wrong with my taste buds, and a smell rushed straight into my nose.
Two middle-aged fat men next to him were talking about financial management. When talking about special steel, they caught Chen Jianye and scolded him.
I listened carefully without any intention, and tried to dial the phone at the door, but no one answered.
It was nearly ten o'clock when I returned to the downstairs of the complex. I didn't know if my mother was still there, and the lights were still on on the conference room on the entire third floor.
Without hesitation this time, I walked in staggeringly.
The guard chased after him and shouted, saying nothing.
I heard something jingle sounds below the second floor. I carefully stepped onto the corner of the third floor, and didn't expect to see my mother at a glance.
She was probably just locking the iron gate and was lying on her head to put the key in her bag.
To be honest, I was a little surprised and even a little at a loss. I just grabbed the handrail and didn't move any more.
Soon my mother raised her head and when she caught a glimpse of me, she opened her mouth blankly, stroked her hair, and her white shoulder bag dangled down, shaking her side.
Then, the corridor fell into darkness.
My mother opened the iron gate again and asked me where I went. She was probably really angry. She said it several times, but her voice was not high, but she almost roared.
I leaned against the windowsill and never mentioned it.
It was not until she entered the head of the group leader's office that she calmed down a little. She took me a cup of hot water and sighed as she put the cup down.
I didn't sit down, but walked around for a few steps.
My mother leaned against the desk lightly and didn't say anything, but I could feel the gaze.
The indoor heating is sufficient, and the greasy body seems to be melting quickly. It takes more than ten days to take a shower, and my face is not covered with water for two or three days. For the first time these days, I feel like I smelly, like a dung ball rubbed out by a dung beetle.
After a while, my mother asked me if I had eaten. She got up and took off her down jacket, and a bright red flashed in the afterglow.
I couldn't help it, and I glanced at it. It was indeed the sweater dress, with dense stitches covering my butt.
It may be alcohol, or room temperature, the frostbite earlobe is hot and itchy for a while.
My mother said she couldn't contact me anyway, so she asked Lao He to find a counselor and my classmates, but it was useless. Later, she found Dabo and found me and realized that I was going out to play.
You can't let people save some time?She put her arms around her chest, her tone was quite calm.
I let out a sigh of relief, took off my backpack, and planned to put it on the sofa, but I thought about it and put it on the ground.
Chen Yao changed his number?After a moment, she asked again, why can't it be completed?
Finally, I wiped my sweat and glanced at her.
My mother supported her hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward, and her legs wrapped in leggings crossed in front of her. It might be that it was cold, her long hair was loose and she didn't tie it up, and a boil appeared on her right jaw, which was red.
Maybe I should say something, but I just grinned, then took off my down jacket and sat down on the sofa.
I wanted to drink water, so I raised my hand, but couldn't hold the cup.
It's just a little bit short.
Don't talk to you?! My mother's voice suddenly increased a little. She is so adult, so it's always worrying!Ah?Are you still young, Ah?Do you know... The words came to an abrupt end here, turning into a sigh.
Only breathing remains.
The car whistles were heard all the time, even though it was downstairs, it sounded extremely far away.
There were even occasionally sounds of firecrackers, and I didn’t know if there was something wrong with my ear.
Sweat is still flowing, especially in the lower body, and both legs are almost wet, as if they are in a steamer.
Soon, my mother spoke again, it was just those old life principles, and she walked the road by herself.
I stared at the heat in the glass and never said a word.
Maybe my attitude angered her, my mother's voice became louder and her heels stomped on the ground.
Don’t slander yourself, don’t slander yourself, why did you tell me?Ah?She patted her thighs twice, and seemed to lift her hair for a while, and her big red chest was rising and falling while she was panting.
You know what a thing! A wave of inexplicable irritation hit my heart, and I swung an elbow hard on the back of the sofa.Very soft.This made me feel more and more cowardly and I could only take a deep breath.
No one spoke.
It’s hard to say how long it took, and my mother asked me softly where I went to play.I didn't make any mistakes, so she repeated it again.I still didn't say anything, and didn't even raise my head.
Your ears are deaf, Yan Lin?!I asked you where you were going to play! She slapped the table and stood up, her voice soared into the sky this time.
I lowered my head and ignored it.Sweat probably crawled on the cheeks, like earthworms.
Soon, my mother walked over and stopped until she held the coffee table.She asked me if I planned to give up.Yes or no?She was condescending, her voice seemed to be shaking gently.
My mind was buzzing. I really didn't want to listen to her nonsense. I got up and put on my down jacket, picked up my backpack and walked out the door.
After a few steps, my mother grabbed me and she asked me where I was going.
I didn't make any mistakes, so I threw them away.
I didn't expect that as soon as I touched the door handle, she grabbed my arm again.
Your ears are deaf! She said it several times in a row.
I shook it twice, but couldn't break free, so I tried to break it. The little hands were as firm as pliers.
There was no way, I could only drag her to open the door.
Just in this moment, the pliers were loosened and she turned to hug my waist.
Hold it tightly.
I threw away my backpack and couldn't break it with both hands.
I don't know where my mother got so much effort.
Let her let go, she gritted her teeth and said: I see if your ears are deaf!
There was wind in the corridor, and the iron gate clattered from time to time, and the cold winter almost wiped the tip of the nose.
Even through the down jacket, I could feel the two soft meat behind me.
If you have anything to do after the graduate exam, how can I tell you, Ah?
She gasped and pulled me into the room.
These words clearly hit the eardrum through the body.
Suddenly I smelled the familiar fragrance, which was cool and mint-like through the nasal cavity.
I felt my mind numb, and I turned around and hugged my mother.
Her body was obviously stiff.
I took a deep breath with my hair and hugged her tighter with trembling.
What did you tell me, Ah?
The arms around her waist loosened, but the mother was still talking, muttering to herself.
She squirted on my ears, an indescribable smell, moist, rich and warm.
I found myself so cold that I could hardly breathe, so I had to rub my soft body, back, shoulder blades, and back to my waist. My hair was as smooth as satin. The skirt should be wool. It was a bit thorny, and there was a pair of bulges down. Without hesitation, I pinched it hard.
The fingertips swept through the fine lines of the leggings, full, thick and soft.
A stream of saliva stuck in my throat, neither up nor down, making my mouth even more dry.
The mother shook her body, and at the same time she held her breath. It took a second or two before she screamed. Lin Lin was gentle and hoarse, as if she was afraid of scaring someone, and resistance came from her chest.
I had to hold her tighter, wandering around my huge buttocks while searching for earlobes between my hair.
I heard myself screaming.
My mother turned her head away and avoided her. She called Lin Lin twice, followed by a rapid and loud Yan Lin, and her saliva splashed on my face.
Have you drunk?
She gasped, pushing and shoving hard on my chest with her hands and elbows.
I tried hard to press her on my buttocks, and a burning ball of heat rose up in my lower abdomen.
My mother screamed several times in her throat, Lin Lin, both anxious and fast.
I am your mother! She pushed, retreated, and hid, her steps were so chaotic that it made people feel panicked.
I called out Mom, climbing her shoulders from behind with both hands, trying to get closer to that familiar face.
Yes, I was dizzy, as if my whole body was rushing into the boiling blood with the alcohol in my stomach.
Yan Lin! She finally screamed at the top of her throat.
Then my face numb, and my ears were filled with buzzing lampshades, which shaking until I staggered and leaned against the door. The hot burning sensation came fiercely with the size of bean sweat dripping.
respite.
My mother pulled the collar twice and stroked her hair quickly. She stared at me throughout the process, her eyes like an awl.
The plump lips probably moved, but they didn't say anything.
Soon before the ups and downs of her chest calmed down, she turned toward the hanger, and the big red sweater dress fluttered, burning her face like a flame.
I couldn't say what was in my mind at that moment, it was just a buzzing buzzing, and sweat dripped down my cheeks, so I raised my hand and wiped it, then rushed over and hugged my mother's waist.
She exclaimed and began to struggle, almost bounced up.
I reached into my right hand in my sweater skirt, rubbed it hard for a few times, and maybe I touched my crotch. I didn't know, but it made my swollen left face jump more and more happily.
My mother pounded a few elbows on my back, and after that, she grabbed my wrist tightly and told me to calm down. The black hair was scattered on my face, itchy and numb.
And I had already touched the smooth skin around her waist, and the underwear was soft and small. Just as I was about to continue down, she suddenly screamed and leaned forward and grabbed the armrest of the sofa.
I staggered and sat down on the ground shakingly.
The moment before this, with a long whisper on the sofa, half of her white butt was exposed to the light without warning.
Yes, white, trembling, it trembled more violently as my mother fluttered in my arms.
It took me two or three seconds to react, and I hugged my slender waist strangely in such a strange posture, touched the tight half-segment of rose red underwear. After that, with a long breath, I pulled my underwear, along with my leggings, and perhaps a pair of warm pants to my thighs.
My mother realized something, and while raising her pants in a hurry, she turned sideways and swung her arm at me.
She called my name over and over again, maybe saying something else, I couldn't hear it very clearly, these words were like the heat dissipated from the heat, getting farther and farther away.
There were also raindrop-like fists that fell on my armpits, shoulders, and even my face, but they were so fleshy that they didn't feel anything.
She probably hasn't done her nails for a long time. Her left thumb has been peeled off and her entire knuckles have turned white due to the force.
But my pants were not lifted up as I wished. I don’t know if it was the posture or some other reason, but my mother curled her legs back and forth to no avail.
The plump thighs and round buttocks were shaking white. Unlike memory, there were two orange-skin markings on the buttocks. I couldn't tell if they grew up later.
After a moment of stunnedness, I tentatively touched it. To be honest, it was slippery, like a layer of something. It was not until I pinched it on the fat white buttocks that the reality gushed out like juice in the fruit.
Like a conditioned reflex, my mother almost jumped up, and with a harsh scream on the heel, she pushed her left knee against my stomach.
It was also at this moment that I vaguely glanced at a tuft of black hair in my crotch, and my heart couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
But my mother didn't know this. She used her hands and legs together and tried to push me away. Maybe she gritted her teeth and even gasped.
My back was already pressed against the edge of the coffee table, so I had to adjust my posture, hug it down a little, and then rubbed it hard on my fat buttocks for a few times.
I don’t know if this is foreplay or not, but when this word popped up in my head, my whole face was hot and itchy.
My mother's butt is indeed fat, and I can't even control my 20-centimeter big hand, just like kneading dough. According to the second aunt, this figure looks very similar to a certain old lady Zeng I have never met. She is fair and tall. She married into Tianjin back then and is a veritable official wife.
Strangely, this is what I thought in my heart the moment my mother broke her wrist.
At that time, I was sweating like a steamed rice dumpling, and she started calling my name again and freed up her hand to pat my legs.
In response, I grabbed half of my hips that were twisting wildly and broke them apart.
The first thing I saw was the brown chrysanthemum pattern, with sparse and slender anal hair, and the head was tilted, and the narrow and long ochre-red flesh slit came into my eyes.
The mons pubis is full and full, the hair is black and shiny, and the curly fleshy petals are biting, and it is as fat as a cockscomb.
My mother's color is not dark, but the labia minora are wide and thick, which is more developed than all the women I have ever come into contact with in my limited experience. Under the bright light, I can see almost every wrinkle, even every movement there. For example, with my mother's muffled groan, the left lip sliver slightly in the struggle, and the end of a touch of bright red tender flesh that was slit quietly overflowed.
I admitted that the crotch in my pants was as hard as iron, but I couldn't tell why. With a thunderous sound in my mind, a sweet stream of alcohol and mutton soup in my stomach surged up, and I shivered suddenly.
I don’t know if this is fear or not, but I just felt my scalp numb, and every pore on my body was pulled and hurt, and even my hands were trembling.
In this moment, my mother kicked my lower abdomen, and I subconsciously blocked it, so I kicked the second kick in my hand.
She wore a pair of black boots, her slim heels were two inches long, and her back had a little skin breaking down, but her belly was really hurting, like a cramp.
Are you crazy?!My heart is crazy?!Are you crazy?!
My mother turned over and was half a meter away from me. She supported her elbows and lifted her pants while panting. She pressed her voice, her voice cracked and hoarse, and she was a little incoherent.
It may be sweating or posture problems. After trying a few times, my pants couldn't be lifted up, and my mother's face was flushed and sweaty, and her hair was stuck to her cheeks.
The office door was still open, and when wind passed by in the corridor, it banged.
Although my curled legs were a little numb, I still didn't move, sweat was still flowing, and the back of my hands was wet.
My mother half-sitted up, twisted her waist, lifted it up little by little, sucking her nose from time to time, and her big red chest was up and down.
I am your mother! She raised her hand to wipe the sweat, shook me a look, and then her lips moved again, but she just let out a breath.
The pants were still not lifted up, and my mother was in a hurry, so she just let the rose-red briefs barely cover her crotch.
Do you know what you are doing?!Do you know?!
She wiped the sweat again, turned over, and tried to get up.
My butt happened to face me, and my shorts were mostly stuck in my crotch, and my two buttocks were dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the big red sweater dress.
The outline inside you seem to be visible in the crotch, at least black hair sticking out of your head quietly from both sides.
I can't say it's an illusion, but I suddenly smelled a sweet and fishy smell from the familiar fragrance, which was warm, and my face was even more burning.
Before I could get up, I used my hands and feet together and pounced over like a monkey. First, I hugged my mother's waist, and then pulled off my silk underwear.
She must have exclaimed, and I could see the wet hair on my twisted back neck, and the corners of my eyebrows raised due to my tight frown, but I could only breathe in my ears, whirring, just like the wind.
My mother's elbows quickly came over and her legs were kicked around. After a few kicks, I simply let go of my slender waist and used both hands to pull my pants.
I didn't want to slip out for a while, so my waist slid over my thighs and stretched directly to my calves. I almost fell down my butt.
My mother didn't expect it, so she curled up her legs and reached out to lift her pants.
Under the sweater skirt, the fat buttocks were sticking out, and the plump and white thighs were clamping the bulging vagina in the half-pull shadow, flashing with a bright fleshy light.
I wiped my sweat and pounced on me again, but my mother kicked her in the calf. With a thud, I really thought my leg was broken.
She sat up and was still talking nonstop, but I became more and more irritable.
There is also anger and grievance. I can't tell where they come from, but it's just like a stimulant wandering around my body, making the tendons on my forehead roar.
This time I grabbed the boots directly, twisted them, and finally took them off. I threw them out, maybe they hit the window, and there was a bang.
The other one was not so lucky and could not get it down, so he had to give up.
During this period, my mother lifted her pants up and I opened my bows left and right. It took a lot of effort to pull them down again. When my white left leg was exposed to my eyes, sweat almost wet the sleeves of the down jacket.
I thought about taking off this thick quilt-like clothes, but I didn't get what I wanted. The soaked underwear is not only hot, but it is even a bit difficult to lift your arm.
When I was doing this, I rode on two plump white legs. My fists were a little weak, but they were still like raindrops. I don’t know where my mother got so tenacity.
The pants are even harder to take off, they are wet and thick, and when the dick is exposed, it is really steaming.
It's really hard. I've never found myself so hard. My glans turned into a ridiculous pig liver color. The tendons behind me were pounding, and I was as anxious as my heart was getting more and more noisy in my chaos.
I changed several positions but couldn't get in.
Hold your legs, scratch your arms, hold your arms, kick your legs.
The closest time was to hold my thigh and kneel on my mother's butt. I lowered my height as much as possible, and pushed my dick into the crotch with trembling trembling. The glans cut the flesh petals over and over again, but it was still unavailable.
For some reason, I didn't even dare to touch the soft flesh. I only remembered that the back of my hand was rubbing it by several times, and it was slightly thorny in the hair. The hair here was much thicker than I remember, and it was a little messy.
From beginning to end, I didn't look at my mother's face. Except for the occasional humming, she seemed to stop talking. It was not until I was kicked and hit the coffee table that she screamed hoarsely. Yan Lin.
In response, I rushed over like crazy and slapped my soft buttocks several times.
With the crackling sound, my mother seemed to snorted.
As a god and a ghost, I suddenly remembered half of my butt that day that the big red sweater dress could not cover, and my eyes jumped violently.
I don't know what's wrong with me, it's bitter and hot inside, as if the whole heart and liver were frying in hot oil.
I roughly spread my mother's legs and hugged her tightly, shaking my butt while freeing my right hand to go to my crotch.
In this moment, the glans pressed against a certain hole and then went in more than half.
To be honest, it was very dry and the foreskin lace was a little painful. My mother shook obviously and twisted wildly after a moment. I took a breath and stabbed it in.
My mother still groaned and soon started calling my name again, slapped my back fiercely with her hands.
I hugged her tightly, enduring the pain and itchy numbness below, and didn't move for a long time.
On the pale floor was a dark and deformed face, and I could clearly feel sweat crawling over the tip of my nose and dripping on it.
My mother's cheeks were wet, and a rich and unfamiliar smell was secreted between her fragrant hair. She was not sure whether the smell of sweat was not clear, but strangely made the dick harder.
Soon, I began to thrust carefully, and every time the body in my arms would stiffen. I didn't know if she was in pain and couldn't take it into consideration.
After a while, the resistance gradually disappeared, and the soft flesh was wrapped around circles, as if it was wet and slippery, and my movements finally went a little smoother.
My mother also restored the strength of her hitting. The familiar noise penetrated her eardrums and was amplified layer by layer, creating a strange roughness. Her elbows fell on her back, shoulders, and even her forehead. She pushed and shoved hard on my chest, and her legs kept kicking around.
Everything is futile.
I couldn't say what I thought at that moment, my mind was white, but it was not empty, like walking through a saline-alkali land, or walking on the endless Heilongjiang River, the sky was filled with small and dense snow seeds.
The down jacket was swollen, and as the butt thrusts of hot wind came out, with a faint smell of sourness.
What a dirty person I am.
The mother's resistance slowly subsided, and her body became more and more warm and slippery, as if something was squirming gently.
I stood up faster and faster, and then I simply stood up straight, my breasts shaking in my sweater, so I reached out and rubbed them.
Then, he slapped over in the face, and before he could come back to his senses, another one was there.
I felt dizzy and my cheeks were beaten awkwardly.
My mother started to struggle again, and she was still saying something, but it just buzzed in my ears.
Her arms danced, her fists flocked to her.
It seemed like a spring was beating in my head. I grabbed her neck, soft and smooth, with a red shoulder strap exposed in my collar.
My mother gritted her teeth and frowned, her face with tears hanging on her face was white and red, her eyes were watery, and she could not see at first sight.
She slapped my hand, scratching and scratching.
I wanted to say something, but my face turned red and my neck was thick, and I couldn't even spit out a word.
After a while, I heard myself yelling, why?
Probably, three times in a row.
This roar seemed to have used all my strength, and my hands became stiff and I could hardly feel the existence of my neck.
My mother opened her mouth, her eyes widened, her nose wings swelled, and her hands slapped harder, and finally even her nails were cut into my wrist.
Against the backdrop of the big red sweater, the familiar face was a little exaggerated. I felt that the snot was about to fall, so I sucked it hard, and the office door slammed loudly, as if it had finally closed.
After about two seconds, the white little hand suddenly released and spread to the floor. At the same time, my mother closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly under her twitching eyelids, her mouth was still open, and the corners of her lips seemed to be lifted hard, but unfortunately she was not successful.
Then the tears rolled down, and they slid rapidly across their faces because of the irresistible gravity.
Only then did I wake up and let go of my hand.
The mother's coughing took a long time before calming down. She closed her eyes, and tears were getting more and more on her red cheeks.
So did me, tears mixed with sweat, slamming on my snow-white thighs. Soon, there was only a blurred red left in my eyes.
The zebra walked slowly in the lead-gray abortion, and waved at me with his little face tense from a distance.
The cashmere coat was a birthday gift I gave to Chen Yao in June this year. It was bought in the off-season store in the department store. It was a Turkish product. It didn’t have a tag. It was logical that more than 400 yuan was not cheap. As a result, she despised her for half a month and said that it was wrinkled and dirty, and she had been worn by many people.
During the meal, she asked me how I was. I said it was pretty, and her response was a cold snorkeling.
The fried rice was a bit salty that day, so I had to brush a portion of dumplings and two bowls of egg flower soup. When I returned to the table, she asked about her mother's birthday indirectly, and I could only pretend not to understand.
In fact, the second day after my mother came to Pingyang last time was her birthday. I hesitated whether to make a phone call, but after all, I gave up.
Chen Yao just rolled her eyes to me and soon complained about Nash's free throwing action. She talked a lot, cheerfully and chattering, talking about Christmas Eve performances, roommates gossip, and talking about how a male teacher was perverted. Her face became more and more rosy like melted rouge in the misty heat.
When the cafeteria came out, the sun finally shot through the thick phlegm, and his head looked a little dazzling.
Chen Yao said she went to take a shower, and after walking two steps, she turned around and said that my vision was OK, but summer looked cheap, so how could she let it go and then wear it more temperament.
As she said this, she shook her sleeves and jumped straight off the steps.
I threw a napkin in my hand at her and missed it.
Before I could bend down to pick it up, the paper ball rolled up in the sudden wind. When I turned my head to look, I had already disappeared.
The canteen's exhaust fan creates a huge roar, which lasts for a long time in my ears like thunder.
The snow still fell on Christmas Eve. Even if it didn't happen once every fifty years, it wasn't much smaller.
When I came out of the small restaurant under the foreign iron shed, the world was already vast.
There were lights on the street, but there were not many people. I wandered around aimlessly for a while and finally squatted at the door of the bar to smoke a cigarette.
The campus is even more deserted. It was not until I passed by the West Playground that I met several couples flirting with each other. The big stage in the distance was hazy under the flocy-shaped sky-covering huge curtain, as if a gust of wind could blow out.
Someone was singing Wu Bai's song. After drinking this cup, there were three more cups. It sounded stupid, but the crowd in the cold was very excited and screamed frequently under the wind and snow.
I don’t know which departments were holding the evening party, nor do I remember what Dabo said about the east playground or the west playground. After standing under the basketball stand for a while, I staggered into the woods and never looked back.
Bass is still in the deep mountains and forests, maybe I'm back. In short, the first time in a few years the band did not perform on Christmas Eve. Dabo invited Chen Yao and me to help his students in the morning. After Chen Yao finalized the working meal specifications, I could only reluctantly agree.
But now, everything has changed.
I don’t know if he called, at least I didn’t hear it. Maybe it was because the small restaurant was too noisy, or maybe it was because something was wrong with my ear.
No joke, I can clearly capture the rustling sound of falling snow, like thousands of caterpillars crawling through your ears, secret, too loud, and even make people itchy.
The lights flashed along the way, and the pine, cypress and white birch were tilted under the dim street lights. I knelt down and vomited several times, but didn't spit out anything.
The report was not long, totaling four or five hundred words, but I read it for so long.
When I came to my senses, I was already downstairs in the dormitory.
The fat counselor's thin lips were still squirming in front of his eyes. He remembered that she took me a glass of water, pulled a chair, and even sent me out of the office building in person.
I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I only remember that there were two girls playing badminton at the door, laughing and laughing. When we came out, badminton rushed towards the fat man. She threw away her head and said in surprise, almost sitting on the ground.
The post said that from 2003 to the present, with her mother's work and her father's sentence, Chen Jianguo raped Chen Yao dozens of times, and his methods were brutal and cruel and crazy. As for details such as time and place, they were not mentioned at all, except on May 6, 2004.
I don’t know if that counts as a list. The general meaning is: At 2 pm on May 6, 2004, under the instructions of Chen Jianguo, I was forcibly sent to a house in his villa in Longshan Villa District, north of the city by his secretary Tang Xiaojun, where I was raped again. The whole process lasted four or five hours. It was already past nine pm when I returned to the city. Tang Xiaojun wanted to treat me to McDonald’s, but I refused.
It seemed like I had a hole in my mind. I read this paragraph repeatedly many times. It was like a QQ alarm on the taskbar. It kept beating until a Motorola advertisement jumped out. I sucked my nose and bit my upper lip. The hallucination did not disappear due to pain. But if this was not an hallucination, what was it?
I can't remember whether the letter of complaint was written on the 19th or 20th. The signature was a pity victim, and the appeal was very clear. Severe punishment of criminals and seeking justice. The object of the complaint was probably the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security, the Supreme People's Procuratorate, and the anti-gang and evil task force.
As expected, the post was deleted quickly, and by the early morning of the 26th, any information about this post had basically disappeared online.
It was like a stone sinking to the bottom of the lake, leaving nothing but me, the ripples that were rising and falling in a daze.
After playing the Frozen Throne for most of the night, I didn’t even get on QQ. I was surprised to find that few people have played this once popular game.
While having breakfast under the iron shed, my nosebleed flowed without warning all over the table. It was really like tap water. The astonished eyes around me finally made me feel a little happy.
I don’t know how many people have read that post in total, I don’t know if the so-called report letter is really from Chen Yao, and I don’t know how many people who know her know about it.
Sometimes when I walk on the road, or even in the dormitory, I feel that there are different eyes floating around from time to time, although no one has said anything from beginning to end.
In fact, apart from class, playing basketball, and playing games, I don’t deal with most people in the department very much, but I am still very familiar with Chen Yao and the others (especially the female classmates in the class), and I usually make a lot of jokes.
There were a few nights when I lay on the bed with a dizzy head and felt a little difficult to breathe. Maybe it was because the heating was too high, and the air was so dry that it could tear your lungs.
Regarding Chen Yao, I went to the fat counselor again and asked them what they were going to do about the hospital.
She seemed to be startled and stared at the bull's eyes and asked what to do.
Yes, she said she didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't know what to do. Even if it was true, it didn't happen in the school, and it was not under the control of the school. Finally, she stammered and said that the specific handling depends on the person involved.
I asked if this was her opinion or the yard's opinion, and she drove me out angrily.
That night, the fat man called again and comforted me and said that no matter what he did, Chen Yao's mother was there, so that I could relax and not mess around. What else could I say besides fucking her mother?
However, that's all I can do.
As for Dabo, I don’t know where he got the news. When he was in bed at noon on the 27th, he almost jumped up with a punch.
He pushed the door open, panting and shouting me to go to dinner.
Although I repeatedly said that I had eaten it, I still pulled it off the upper bunk.
I immediately blushed. If there weren't someone in the dormitory, I would have swung it with one elbow.
The above reaction is of course a sign of guilt. I didn’t realize this until the cold wind at the entrance of the corridor hit me.
Two seconds later, I pointed at the shoelaces and smiled at Dabo.
He then let go of me and said: "I'm laughing at your mother."
The guy was stern along the way. He asked me why I turned off the phone. I said my phone was out of power. He said he would charge it if it was out of power. I didn't say anything because I really had nothing to say.
I ate a meal for three or four hours, first white, then beer, and then white. I feel that I have never drunk so much wine. Even Dabo, who claims to be unintoxicated, praised me for being so fucking able to drink.
What else can I do besides choking my throat and pressing the urge to burst out?
At first, Dabo had nothing to say, but later he started talking, Beckham, Bono, Dylan's new album, Christmas Eve performance, and even the Zuoyang incident of Lotus Narcissism. These various things lingered around and shuttled around, making people dizzy.
In this gap, he suddenly asked me if I had seen Chen Yao again and had no choice. I immediately got up and stumbled into the bathroom.
When he came out again, Dabo said that I am a person who is very thoughtful and cunning, and I am holding back everything.
When he said this, he collapsed on the chair, and the smoke rings under the pale light were like bubbles spit out by fish.
I tried hard to support my head and stir the dough from the bowl without saying a word.
As a woman, he was muttering with his tongue, fucking...isn't he sad yet?
Before he finished speaking, the stiff stick leaned back and almost lifted off the table.
I wanted to help him up, but I didn't expect my legs to pounce on the ground.
The ground was greasy, but cool, so I pressed my face tightly on it.
This made my friend laugh and cough.
When the guy ran over, he turned over and hummed the song. The tone I had never heard of before was trembling, but melodious.
After slicing a song about Mutuigua, I bought a train ticket to Harbin on the morning of the 28th, and it was the evening of Mohe on the 30th.
After leaving the station, it was snowy and dark, so I could only stay nearby for one night.
The next morning, I took a taxi to Beihong Village. It was not that I knew more about it, but that no matter where I went, it was no difference for me.
The village is very small, with dozens of families. After a few twists and turns, I lived at a farmer’s house at the east end of the village. Behind the house is the frozen Heilongjiang.
His family has two guest rooms and four large kangs. According to the old man, it is the best accommodation in the village.
Unfortunately, I can't get used to sleeping in the hot kang. It was so hot in the first half of the night and so cold in the second half of the night.
I stayed for four days. On the first day, I could barely see the stars. The next afternoon, it started to snow. The temperature was really low. My physique, which was never afraid of the cold, was like I was not wearing any clothes when I went outdoors.
Most of the time, I stayed by the stove in a daze, and even the boss’s wife couldn’t stand it, so I advised me to go around since I came.
The old man was even more outrageous. He said that there was nothing to do in the village, so it would be better to go anywhere. He just built a geological park, but before he finished speaking, the woman glared back at a glance.
This family is a husband and daughter-in-law, who brings two school-age children. The son works in Harbin, but the old woman has never seen him.
After the hostess found a military coat, I could only go to the river to slid twice and caught fish with the old man once. It took an hour to chisel ice, but I couldn't catch the fart.
The morning before leaving, I walked a long way along the border line. When I thought I was going to get lost, I touched it back from the forest. I wonder if this is lucky.
As for the aurora, a thin man from the south in the same house said that he couldn't see it now and it would not be available until summer.
summer?The boss lady who was flirting with the bread slices frowned and smiled. I have been married here for almost ten years and I haven't seen each other once! I can't tell why, but after hearing what she said, I was a little disappointed.
I don’t know why I went to Mohe, just like I don’t know why I left after four days. In fact, the money in my pocket is enough to maintain it for a while. Even if this place is not necessarily so cute, it will not be disgusting.
After spending two hours at Harbin Railway Station, I bought a hard seat ticket to pass by Pinghai. When I was busy taking the No. 18 bus, it was already past seven o'clock on January 5, 2006.
The plain sea is also snowy, and the saliva is silenceless. The night is under the street lights, in the dirty snow, walking and stopping, and being anxious and slow.
Before I could drive onto the Garden Road, I felt something was wrong. It was not until I crossed the Nanpinghe Bridge that I suddenly realized that the Hongda Hotel, which was usually bright and bright, was in darkness.
Yes, the light pollution source that once could light up most of the night sky far away is now only a few small yellow windows left, which is even more gloomy and indescribable against the bright street lights at the intersection of Hongda Road, which is as bright as daytime.
The metaphysical hotel sculpture kept retreating outside the misty car window. The thick snow made it swell, but was squeezed into a long and flat shadow by the strong light.
It seemed like I swallowed a mouthful of cold wind, and it took me a long time to rinse my throat. It was only after half a bowl of mutton soup that I could ease.
There were many people on Laonan Street, just a few small tables in a corner. I ate a bowl of noodles, two cakes, a large portion of mutton soup, and also ate two taels of wine, and I was sweating profusely.
When I checked out, I touched the Nokia in my bag and turned on the phone. Sure enough, there were several text messages from my mother, from the 29th to January 3rd. I first asked me why I turned off the phone, and then if I came back on New Year's Day. Finally, I asked what happened, so I quickly called her back after seeing the text message.
I hope to see Chen Yao's text message, but unfortunately I didn't.
There are many streets and alleys in Laonan, and they swayed around the ground. Before they knew it, the statue of the River God was close to him. Perhaps the snow on his body was not very even, and it seemed that it was about to fall off immediately under the night sky.
The square is as bright as ever, but there are only a few people empty. In the small wind like a knife, the colorful lanterns in the distance are like ghost fires.
After sticking at the intersection for a while, I adjusted the shoulder straps of my backpack and walked slowly towards the Red Star Theater.
I don’t know what was happening inside, the sound of silk and bamboo and orange light radiate, spreading smoothly to all directions.
I feel that I can’t tell if I hear Zheng Xiangdong’s voice.
Unlike the square, the entrance of the theater was cleaned up very clean, with snow piled up at the base of the wall, more than half a person tall, almost reaching the ice edges hanging from the eaves of the wall.
The poster was trembling in the bulletin board, and even the layer of iron sheet sounded from time to time, as if it was being knocked by a ghost.
The above said that to celebrate New Year's Day, I performed "Speaking of Flowers as a Media" for three consecutive days, and invited Beijing-style crosstalk actors. The one on the right is the trailer of "Haitang's Marriage". The New Year drama, please stay tuned, a very routine tone, but the copper plate printing is pretty good, at least I recognized Qingxia and Zhang Fengtang.
Occasionally, someone would push open the iron door, go in and out, and I hesitate and finally didn't take any steps.
There were a few smokers squatting on the curb, probably waiting for the car, so I couldn't help but click one.
Without taking a few sips, a woman with heavy makeup came over and asked if she was staying in the hotel. It was at this moment that I heard my mother's voice.
I don't know what she was saying, but she was relaxed and smiling.
Almost conditioned reflex, I immediately turned around.
The person who was walking with Lao Zhao, sighing repeatedly, but his laughter climbed to the night sky with electric current.
When they turned the corner, I raised my head. My mother was wearing down and fucked her pockets with both hands. Although Lao Zhao was straight, she was still half a head shorter than her. The two were very close, and they seemed to be merging in the halo.
The lights were on all floors of the third floor of the complex building. I wandered for a while but still didn't go up, even though the most recent time had reached the entrance of the corridor.
The wind was a little stronger, and it was whistling in my ears, but the snowflakes disappeared. A camel-colored ball floated in the dark air, like a layer of solidified oil being painted.
I pulled the brim of my hat, stamped my feet, and finally stopped a taxi at the door.
Two pairs of warm pants plus cashmere pants are thin in Mohe, but they can be said to be too thick when they reach Pinghai, especially after drinking a bowl of mutton soup, but now, the sweat that has just come out is so cold that it almost solidifies me.
I called Niu Xiuqin in the car, but no one answered.
When I arrived at the south gate of Binhu Garden, I vaguely felt that the lights were on at her house, but it was impossible to confirm which household was there for a while. Last time I saw her, it was a hotel in the west of the city, and it had been nearly a year since I arrived.
There was someone in the concierge, but for some reason, I didn't go over and ask.
I called two times in a row, but no one answered.
After trembling in the wind for a while, I went straight back to the Binhu Avenue, which was so wide that it could be a tennis court.
There is no New Year atmosphere here, although it is just a solar year, and there are not even a few convenience stores on the street.
The bar is an exception, and there are quite a few people, but I just changed my English name, the beach, and the font is fancy, and I can't understand it.
I ordered a cup of brandy, but I don’t know if there was something wrong with my taste buds, and a smell rushed straight into my nose.
Two middle-aged fat men next to him were talking about financial management. When talking about special steel, they caught Chen Jianye and scolded him.
I listened carefully without any intention, and tried to dial the phone at the door, but no one answered.
It was nearly ten o'clock when I returned to the downstairs of the complex. I didn't know if my mother was still there, and the lights were still on on the conference room on the entire third floor.
Without hesitation this time, I walked in staggeringly.
The guard chased after him and shouted, saying nothing.
I heard something jingle sounds below the second floor. I carefully stepped onto the corner of the third floor, and didn't expect to see my mother at a glance.
She was probably just locking the iron gate and was lying on her head to put the key in her bag.
To be honest, I was a little surprised and even a little at a loss. I just grabbed the handrail and didn't move any more.
Soon my mother raised her head and when she caught a glimpse of me, she opened her mouth blankly, stroked her hair, and her white shoulder bag dangled down, shaking her side.
Then, the corridor fell into darkness.
My mother opened the iron gate again and asked me where I went. She was probably really angry. She said it several times, but her voice was not high, but she almost roared.
I leaned against the windowsill and never mentioned it.
It was not until she entered the head of the group leader's office that she calmed down a little. She took me a cup of hot water and sighed as she put the cup down.
I didn't sit down, but walked around for a few steps.
My mother leaned against the desk lightly and didn't say anything, but I could feel the gaze.
The indoor heating is sufficient, and the greasy body seems to be melting quickly. It takes more than ten days to take a shower, and my face is not covered with water for two or three days. For the first time these days, I feel like I smelly, like a dung ball rubbed out by a dung beetle.
After a while, my mother asked me if I had eaten. She got up and took off her down jacket, and a bright red flashed in the afterglow.
I couldn't help it, and I glanced at it. It was indeed the sweater dress, with dense stitches covering my butt.
It may be alcohol, or room temperature, the frostbite earlobe is hot and itchy for a while.
My mother said she couldn't contact me anyway, so she asked Lao He to find a counselor and my classmates, but it was useless. Later, she found Dabo and found me and realized that I was going out to play.
You can't let people save some time?She put her arms around her chest, her tone was quite calm.
I let out a sigh of relief, took off my backpack, and planned to put it on the sofa, but I thought about it and put it on the ground.
Chen Yao changed his number?After a moment, she asked again, why can't it be completed?
Finally, I wiped my sweat and glanced at her.
My mother supported her hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward, and her legs wrapped in leggings crossed in front of her. It might be that it was cold, her long hair was loose and she didn't tie it up, and a boil appeared on her right jaw, which was red.
Maybe I should say something, but I just grinned, then took off my down jacket and sat down on the sofa.
I wanted to drink water, so I raised my hand, but couldn't hold the cup.
It's just a little bit short.
Don't talk to you?! My mother's voice suddenly increased a little. She is so adult, so it's always worrying!Ah?Are you still young, Ah?Do you know... The words came to an abrupt end here, turning into a sigh.
Only breathing remains.
The car whistles were heard all the time, even though it was downstairs, it sounded extremely far away.
There were even occasionally sounds of firecrackers, and I didn’t know if there was something wrong with my ear.
Sweat is still flowing, especially in the lower body, and both legs are almost wet, as if they are in a steamer.
Soon, my mother spoke again, it was just those old life principles, and she walked the road by herself.
I stared at the heat in the glass and never said a word.
Maybe my attitude angered her, my mother's voice became louder and her heels stomped on the ground.
Don’t slander yourself, don’t slander yourself, why did you tell me?Ah?She patted her thighs twice, and seemed to lift her hair for a while, and her big red chest was rising and falling while she was panting.
You know what a thing! A wave of inexplicable irritation hit my heart, and I swung an elbow hard on the back of the sofa.Very soft.This made me feel more and more cowardly and I could only take a deep breath.
No one spoke.
It’s hard to say how long it took, and my mother asked me softly where I went to play.I didn't make any mistakes, so she repeated it again.I still didn't say anything, and didn't even raise my head.
Your ears are deaf, Yan Lin?!I asked you where you were going to play! She slapped the table and stood up, her voice soared into the sky this time.
I lowered my head and ignored it.Sweat probably crawled on the cheeks, like earthworms.
Soon, my mother walked over and stopped until she held the coffee table.She asked me if I planned to give up.Yes or no?She was condescending, her voice seemed to be shaking gently.
My mind was buzzing. I really didn't want to listen to her nonsense. I got up and put on my down jacket, picked up my backpack and walked out the door.
After a few steps, my mother grabbed me and she asked me where I was going.
I didn't make any mistakes, so I threw them away.
I didn't expect that as soon as I touched the door handle, she grabbed my arm again.
Your ears are deaf! She said it several times in a row.
I shook it twice, but couldn't break free, so I tried to break it. The little hands were as firm as pliers.
There was no way, I could only drag her to open the door.
Just in this moment, the pliers were loosened and she turned to hug my waist.
Hold it tightly.
I threw away my backpack and couldn't break it with both hands.
I don't know where my mother got so much effort.
Let her let go, she gritted her teeth and said: I see if your ears are deaf!
There was wind in the corridor, and the iron gate clattered from time to time, and the cold winter almost wiped the tip of the nose.
Even through the down jacket, I could feel the two soft meat behind me.
If you have anything to do after the graduate exam, how can I tell you, Ah?
She gasped and pulled me into the room.
These words clearly hit the eardrum through the body.
Suddenly I smelled the familiar fragrance, which was cool and mint-like through the nasal cavity.
I felt my mind numb, and I turned around and hugged my mother.
Her body was obviously stiff.
I took a deep breath with my hair and hugged her tighter with trembling.
What did you tell me, Ah?
The arms around her waist loosened, but the mother was still talking, muttering to herself.
She squirted on my ears, an indescribable smell, moist, rich and warm.
I found myself so cold that I could hardly breathe, so I had to rub my soft body, back, shoulder blades, and back to my waist. My hair was as smooth as satin. The skirt should be wool. It was a bit thorny, and there was a pair of bulges down. Without hesitation, I pinched it hard.
The fingertips swept through the fine lines of the leggings, full, thick and soft.
A stream of saliva stuck in my throat, neither up nor down, making my mouth even more dry.
The mother shook her body, and at the same time she held her breath. It took a second or two before she screamed. Lin Lin was gentle and hoarse, as if she was afraid of scaring someone, and resistance came from her chest.
I had to hold her tighter, wandering around my huge buttocks while searching for earlobes between my hair.
I heard myself screaming.
My mother turned her head away and avoided her. She called Lin Lin twice, followed by a rapid and loud Yan Lin, and her saliva splashed on my face.
Have you drunk?
She gasped, pushing and shoving hard on my chest with her hands and elbows.
I tried hard to press her on my buttocks, and a burning ball of heat rose up in my lower abdomen.
My mother screamed several times in her throat, Lin Lin, both anxious and fast.
I am your mother! She pushed, retreated, and hid, her steps were so chaotic that it made people feel panicked.
I called out Mom, climbing her shoulders from behind with both hands, trying to get closer to that familiar face.
Yes, I was dizzy, as if my whole body was rushing into the boiling blood with the alcohol in my stomach.
Yan Lin! She finally screamed at the top of her throat.
Then my face numb, and my ears were filled with buzzing lampshades, which shaking until I staggered and leaned against the door. The hot burning sensation came fiercely with the size of bean sweat dripping.
respite.
My mother pulled the collar twice and stroked her hair quickly. She stared at me throughout the process, her eyes like an awl.
The plump lips probably moved, but they didn't say anything.
Soon before the ups and downs of her chest calmed down, she turned toward the hanger, and the big red sweater dress fluttered, burning her face like a flame.
I couldn't say what was in my mind at that moment, it was just a buzzing buzzing, and sweat dripped down my cheeks, so I raised my hand and wiped it, then rushed over and hugged my mother's waist.
She exclaimed and began to struggle, almost bounced up.
I reached into my right hand in my sweater skirt, rubbed it hard for a few times, and maybe I touched my crotch. I didn't know, but it made my swollen left face jump more and more happily.
My mother pounded a few elbows on my back, and after that, she grabbed my wrist tightly and told me to calm down. The black hair was scattered on my face, itchy and numb.
And I had already touched the smooth skin around her waist, and the underwear was soft and small. Just as I was about to continue down, she suddenly screamed and leaned forward and grabbed the armrest of the sofa.
I staggered and sat down on the ground shakingly.
The moment before this, with a long whisper on the sofa, half of her white butt was exposed to the light without warning.
Yes, white, trembling, it trembled more violently as my mother fluttered in my arms.
It took me two or three seconds to react, and I hugged my slender waist strangely in such a strange posture, touched the tight half-segment of rose red underwear. After that, with a long breath, I pulled my underwear, along with my leggings, and perhaps a pair of warm pants to my thighs.
My mother realized something, and while raising her pants in a hurry, she turned sideways and swung her arm at me.
She called my name over and over again, maybe saying something else, I couldn't hear it very clearly, these words were like the heat dissipated from the heat, getting farther and farther away.
There were also raindrop-like fists that fell on my armpits, shoulders, and even my face, but they were so fleshy that they didn't feel anything.
She probably hasn't done her nails for a long time. Her left thumb has been peeled off and her entire knuckles have turned white due to the force.
But my pants were not lifted up as I wished. I don’t know if it was the posture or some other reason, but my mother curled her legs back and forth to no avail.
The plump thighs and round buttocks were shaking white. Unlike memory, there were two orange-skin markings on the buttocks. I couldn't tell if they grew up later.
After a moment of stunnedness, I tentatively touched it. To be honest, it was slippery, like a layer of something. It was not until I pinched it on the fat white buttocks that the reality gushed out like juice in the fruit.
Like a conditioned reflex, my mother almost jumped up, and with a harsh scream on the heel, she pushed her left knee against my stomach.
It was also at this moment that I vaguely glanced at a tuft of black hair in my crotch, and my heart couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
But my mother didn't know this. She used her hands and legs together and tried to push me away. Maybe she gritted her teeth and even gasped.
My back was already pressed against the edge of the coffee table, so I had to adjust my posture, hug it down a little, and then rubbed it hard on my fat buttocks for a few times.
I don’t know if this is foreplay or not, but when this word popped up in my head, my whole face was hot and itchy.
My mother's butt is indeed fat, and I can't even control my 20-centimeter big hand, just like kneading dough. According to the second aunt, this figure looks very similar to a certain old lady Zeng I have never met. She is fair and tall. She married into Tianjin back then and is a veritable official wife.
Strangely, this is what I thought in my heart the moment my mother broke her wrist.
At that time, I was sweating like a steamed rice dumpling, and she started calling my name again and freed up her hand to pat my legs.
In response, I grabbed half of my hips that were twisting wildly and broke them apart.
The first thing I saw was the brown chrysanthemum pattern, with sparse and slender anal hair, and the head was tilted, and the narrow and long ochre-red flesh slit came into my eyes.
The mons pubis is full and full, the hair is black and shiny, and the curly fleshy petals are biting, and it is as fat as a cockscomb.
My mother's color is not dark, but the labia minora are wide and thick, which is more developed than all the women I have ever come into contact with in my limited experience. Under the bright light, I can see almost every wrinkle, even every movement there. For example, with my mother's muffled groan, the left lip sliver slightly in the struggle, and the end of a touch of bright red tender flesh that was slit quietly overflowed.
I admitted that the crotch in my pants was as hard as iron, but I couldn't tell why. With a thunderous sound in my mind, a sweet stream of alcohol and mutton soup in my stomach surged up, and I shivered suddenly.
I don’t know if this is fear or not, but I just felt my scalp numb, and every pore on my body was pulled and hurt, and even my hands were trembling.
In this moment, my mother kicked my lower abdomen, and I subconsciously blocked it, so I kicked the second kick in my hand.
She wore a pair of black boots, her slim heels were two inches long, and her back had a little skin breaking down, but her belly was really hurting, like a cramp.
Are you crazy?!My heart is crazy?!Are you crazy?!
My mother turned over and was half a meter away from me. She supported her elbows and lifted her pants while panting. She pressed her voice, her voice cracked and hoarse, and she was a little incoherent.
It may be sweating or posture problems. After trying a few times, my pants couldn't be lifted up, and my mother's face was flushed and sweaty, and her hair was stuck to her cheeks.
The office door was still open, and when wind passed by in the corridor, it banged.
Although my curled legs were a little numb, I still didn't move, sweat was still flowing, and the back of my hands was wet.
My mother half-sitted up, twisted her waist, lifted it up little by little, sucking her nose from time to time, and her big red chest was up and down.
I am your mother! She raised her hand to wipe the sweat, shook me a look, and then her lips moved again, but she just let out a breath.
The pants were still not lifted up, and my mother was in a hurry, so she just let the rose-red briefs barely cover her crotch.
Do you know what you are doing?!Do you know?!
She wiped the sweat again, turned over, and tried to get up.
My butt happened to face me, and my shorts were mostly stuck in my crotch, and my two buttocks were dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the big red sweater dress.
The outline inside you seem to be visible in the crotch, at least black hair sticking out of your head quietly from both sides.
I can't say it's an illusion, but I suddenly smelled a sweet and fishy smell from the familiar fragrance, which was warm, and my face was even more burning.
Before I could get up, I used my hands and feet together and pounced over like a monkey. First, I hugged my mother's waist, and then pulled off my silk underwear.
She must have exclaimed, and I could see the wet hair on my twisted back neck, and the corners of my eyebrows raised due to my tight frown, but I could only breathe in my ears, whirring, just like the wind.
My mother's elbows quickly came over and her legs were kicked around. After a few kicks, I simply let go of my slender waist and used both hands to pull my pants.
I didn't want to slip out for a while, so my waist slid over my thighs and stretched directly to my calves. I almost fell down my butt.
My mother didn't expect it, so she curled up her legs and reached out to lift her pants.
Under the sweater skirt, the fat buttocks were sticking out, and the plump and white thighs were clamping the bulging vagina in the half-pull shadow, flashing with a bright fleshy light.
I wiped my sweat and pounced on me again, but my mother kicked her in the calf. With a thud, I really thought my leg was broken.
She sat up and was still talking nonstop, but I became more and more irritable.
There is also anger and grievance. I can't tell where they come from, but it's just like a stimulant wandering around my body, making the tendons on my forehead roar.
This time I grabbed the boots directly, twisted them, and finally took them off. I threw them out, maybe they hit the window, and there was a bang.
The other one was not so lucky and could not get it down, so he had to give up.
During this period, my mother lifted her pants up and I opened my bows left and right. It took a lot of effort to pull them down again. When my white left leg was exposed to my eyes, sweat almost wet the sleeves of the down jacket.
I thought about taking off this thick quilt-like clothes, but I didn't get what I wanted. The soaked underwear is not only hot, but it is even a bit difficult to lift your arm.
When I was doing this, I rode on two plump white legs. My fists were a little weak, but they were still like raindrops. I don’t know where my mother got so tenacity.
The pants are even harder to take off, they are wet and thick, and when the dick is exposed, it is really steaming.
It's really hard. I've never found myself so hard. My glans turned into a ridiculous pig liver color. The tendons behind me were pounding, and I was as anxious as my heart was getting more and more noisy in my chaos.
I changed several positions but couldn't get in.
Hold your legs, scratch your arms, hold your arms, kick your legs.
The closest time was to hold my thigh and kneel on my mother's butt. I lowered my height as much as possible, and pushed my dick into the crotch with trembling trembling. The glans cut the flesh petals over and over again, but it was still unavailable.
For some reason, I didn't even dare to touch the soft flesh. I only remembered that the back of my hand was rubbing it by several times, and it was slightly thorny in the hair. The hair here was much thicker than I remember, and it was a little messy.
From beginning to end, I didn't look at my mother's face. Except for the occasional humming, she seemed to stop talking. It was not until I was kicked and hit the coffee table that she screamed hoarsely. Yan Lin.
In response, I rushed over like crazy and slapped my soft buttocks several times.
With the crackling sound, my mother seemed to snorted.
As a god and a ghost, I suddenly remembered half of my butt that day that the big red sweater dress could not cover, and my eyes jumped violently.
I don't know what's wrong with me, it's bitter and hot inside, as if the whole heart and liver were frying in hot oil.
I roughly spread my mother's legs and hugged her tightly, shaking my butt while freeing my right hand to go to my crotch.
In this moment, the glans pressed against a certain hole and then went in more than half.
To be honest, it was very dry and the foreskin lace was a little painful. My mother shook obviously and twisted wildly after a moment. I took a breath and stabbed it in.
My mother still groaned and soon started calling my name again, slapped my back fiercely with her hands.
I hugged her tightly, enduring the pain and itchy numbness below, and didn't move for a long time.
On the pale floor was a dark and deformed face, and I could clearly feel sweat crawling over the tip of my nose and dripping on it.
My mother's cheeks were wet, and a rich and unfamiliar smell was secreted between her fragrant hair. She was not sure whether the smell of sweat was not clear, but strangely made the dick harder.
Soon, I began to thrust carefully, and every time the body in my arms would stiffen. I didn't know if she was in pain and couldn't take it into consideration.
After a while, the resistance gradually disappeared, and the soft flesh was wrapped around circles, as if it was wet and slippery, and my movements finally went a little smoother.
My mother also restored the strength of her hitting. The familiar noise penetrated her eardrums and was amplified layer by layer, creating a strange roughness. Her elbows fell on her back, shoulders, and even her forehead. She pushed and shoved hard on my chest, and her legs kept kicking around.
Everything is futile.
I couldn't say what I thought at that moment, my mind was white, but it was not empty, like walking through a saline-alkali land, or walking on the endless Heilongjiang River, the sky was filled with small and dense snow seeds.
The down jacket was swollen, and as the butt thrusts of hot wind came out, with a faint smell of sourness.
What a dirty person I am.
The mother's resistance slowly subsided, and her body became more and more warm and slippery, as if something was squirming gently.
I stood up faster and faster, and then I simply stood up straight, my breasts shaking in my sweater, so I reached out and rubbed them.
Then, he slapped over in the face, and before he could come back to his senses, another one was there.
I felt dizzy and my cheeks were beaten awkwardly.
My mother started to struggle again, and she was still saying something, but it just buzzed in my ears.
Her arms danced, her fists flocked to her.
It seemed like a spring was beating in my head. I grabbed her neck, soft and smooth, with a red shoulder strap exposed in my collar.
My mother gritted her teeth and frowned, her face with tears hanging on her face was white and red, her eyes were watery, and she could not see at first sight.
She slapped my hand, scratching and scratching.
I wanted to say something, but my face turned red and my neck was thick, and I couldn't even spit out a word.
After a while, I heard myself yelling, why?
Probably, three times in a row.
This roar seemed to have used all my strength, and my hands became stiff and I could hardly feel the existence of my neck.
My mother opened her mouth, her eyes widened, her nose wings swelled, and her hands slapped harder, and finally even her nails were cut into my wrist.
Against the backdrop of the big red sweater, the familiar face was a little exaggerated. I felt that the snot was about to fall, so I sucked it hard, and the office door slammed loudly, as if it had finally closed.
After about two seconds, the white little hand suddenly released and spread to the floor. At the same time, my mother closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly under her twitching eyelids, her mouth was still open, and the corners of her lips seemed to be lifted hard, but unfortunately she was not successful.
Then the tears rolled down, and they slid rapidly across their faces because of the irresistible gravity.
Only then did I wake up and let go of my hand.
The mother's coughing took a long time before calming down. She closed her eyes, and tears were getting more and more on her red cheeks.
So did me, tears mixed with sweat, slamming on my snow-white thighs. Soon, there was only a blurred red left in my eyes.
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