Chapter 15

I don't eat sugar pancakes until now.

This bad habit once surprised Chen Yao. She couldn't tolerate my inhuman denial of my hometown's specialties.

After both soft and hard work did not work, she concluded that a man like me was unreliable.

She shook her head and said: How dare you hope that someone who betrays his hometown will not betray you one day?

When she said this, her delicate breasts were blooming in the cheap and cramped air of the University City Hotel.

Instead of answering her, I rushed to the bathroom.

When the greasy sugar paste burst out from the mouth, a wanton laugh rang out from outside.

When Lu Yongping came in, I was eating sugar pancakes.

I was so hungry that I was half a bite.

As the fried sweetness rolled into my stomach, I finally grabbed something.

Lu Yongping leaned against the door, and his dark shadow poked on the wall.

He coughed several times, as if he was going to speak at the villagers' meeting.

Unfortunately, I didn't say anything.

Lu Yongping didn't speak until I picked up the enamel tank.

He smiled and said: Let's go outside, my uncle treat you.

The enamel tank was hot, so I put it back on the table.

I turned my face and stared at Lu Yongping.

He had already put on a pair of trousers, and his navel surrounded by black hair looked like a mountain cave.

I wanted to say to him, get out, but what was shot out with the food residue.

In fact, it is not a gua, it is more like a dull fart or a broken neck.

I had to speed up the chewing and repeat again.

This time the effect was much better, and I found my voice was horrifyingly hoarse.

Lu Yongping smiled, opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.

Facing the orange-yellow wooden door, his long face was red and glittering, as if he had poured a spoonful of tung oil on the burned iron block.

I turned around and lifted the enamel lid, and the heat mixed with the smell of pickled cabbage rose.

Under the pale light, I seemed to hear the sniffling sounds splashing on the iron block.

That unforgettable evening, I stood with my back against the door for a long time.

At first I could see my own shadow, but later the room became dim.

I listened with a silence, and even the hustle and bustle on the street did not arrive as promised.

Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and felt the sky was spinning.

For a moment, I felt myself floating in the air, as if my arms would break through the roof and rise into the night sky after a few thrusts.

Later, the air became viscous and the surroundings were light and dark.

I found myself running wildly on the ring road.

The thin tree shadows were like jumping vines, constantly sucking on their bodies.

I ran across the bridge, and after walking around the streets and alleys, I finally arrived at the doorstep.

Panting, I walked into the yard.

My mother came out of the kitchen and asked me if I had eaten.

I said no.

She said that come soon.

It’s like cooking turtles on the stove, and I don’t know what to stew.

In the fragrance, I salivated.

But my mother suddenly groaned.

Only then did I find that she was sitting on a man's crotch with her big snow-white butt sticking out.

The background was blurry, only the dazzling white buttocks were shaking silently.

The waves of flesh waves seemed to be slapped on my face.

I called Mom, she turned her face and opened her mouth, but she let out two trembling moans.

Then there was a crisp sound of laughter, and the man laughed out loud, like a rumble of trains passing by.

The narrow scar is about to move again.

I looked at the kitchen and there was nothing, and even the stove disappeared.

I rushed to the bedroom anxiously, rummaged through the cabinets and finally touched the switchblade under the bed.

It was wrapped in a pair of underwear.

I took it out carefully, and put it to the tip of my nose and sniffed it.

It was still cold, but it evaporated a strong smell.

It was undoubtedly embarrassing and annoying, but I still had no choice but to pop the blade.

With a clang, the room was bright.

The white light shot out in that moment was like a violent lightning, and also like a refreshing evening breeze.

I opened my eyes with panting and I was already sweating profusely.

The moonlight was as cool as water, pouring half a screen window on the ground.

I felt my crotch wet, so I reached out to touch it.

After that, my stomach started to scream.

The throat was even hotter, and even the wound on the head was beating faintly.

I sat up from the bed.

Except for the occasional rustling whispers of the sycamore trees, there was no sound in the yard.

However, I saw Lu Yongping as soon as I opened the door.

He stood naked in the yard, staring at the moon with his eyes.

The furry belly is like a glowing gourd, reflecting a hidden jungle power.

At that time, his arms were drooping, his upper body leaned forward, and his neck was long, like a gorilla with silver powder.

My eyelids jumped up.

At this moment, he turned his head.

To this day, I remember that face was like a layer of volcanic ash being poured by the moon, and only a pair of small eyes were flashing in the hazy state.

The only one with autonomy is probably the smoke in the mouth, which is shorter in an instant.

My heart immediately started to pound, and even my palms felt numb and itchy, but my steps did not stop at all.

When I passed by him, I felt that Lu Yongping was a sculpture.

All the rooms were dark and the yard was silver and white, like a white board pressed by God.

There was no movement from mother.

I went straight into the kitchen.

When I turned on the light, I fucked the water pipe hard.

There are mostly basins of sugar-fried pancakes in the cabinet, which should have just been fried in the afternoon.

My mother rarely makes these fried foods and always says they are unhealthy.

But thanks to my grandma, I have eaten a lot of this thing since I was a child.

Two days ago, she called and I was about to hang up after a few words. She said she asked your mother to fry some pancakes, but don’t forget to offer sacrifices.

How strange, even though it is so sad, grandma still believes in God.

I picked up one fried one, took a bite, and then slowly soaked two bags of instant noodles.

It was a local halal noodles. It was just popular with sauce bread at that time and it tasted quite fresh.

I still remember the enamel jar freshly, with yellow shit on the side with a little panda eating bamboo shoots, and a line of red words on the handle: Happy Teacher's Day!

I forgot how long Lu Yongping stood in the kitchen that night.

I only remember that when I was eating voraciously, there was always a huge black shadow swaying gently on the wall on the right.

Maybe he didn't even put a fart, or maybe he had issued a few onomatopoeia, and then he would talk about some irrelevant trivialities.

And I just worked hard.

I'm too hungry.

Sweat up in the middle of sweat, the brown syrup went down the mouth, even flowing into the hands, and dripping into the tank.

I sucked my fingers cleanly.

When I stuck out my tongue and raised my head from the enamel tank, Lu Yongping came in again.

This time he put on a white shirt without buttoning.

I can't tell why, when this big belly was exposed to the light again, I was a little surprised.

I always felt that there were two Lu Yongping in the house, so I had to turn my head and confirm.

This time he walked to me and stopped, supporting the wall with one hand, posing as a western cowboy.

I found him wearing his father's sandwich.

What's going on with you?Lu Yongping smiled.

I ignored him and picked up another pancake.I'm still hungry.I convinced myself: After all, I only ate a boxed lunch at noon.

It doesn't matter now, right?

Lu Yongping sat down on the low stool beside me with a dry smile.

It was really a short stool, very short, so short that he needed to look up at me.

So he raised his face: It is best not to eat instant noodles, and there is also this fried food.Especially in your case.

He pointed to his head: Not good for the wound.

I curled my lips, picked up the enamel pot, and drank the remaining noodle soup in one go.It tastes good, but it's a bit salty.

You said you, it was all my uncle's fault. My uncle failed to keep his promise. Lu Yongping shook his head and looked heartbroken. It can be said that Ah, 100% responsibility, what should you do.

His upper body was straight, his hands were placed on his knees, looking like a honest monk.

Sighing lightly, he continued: Don’t hold back if you have any grievances. If you do this, your mother and I will not feel good.

Suddenly I felt like I fell into the stove, and couldn't help but stand up and kicked Lu Yongping.

He stretched his arms forward, shook them a few times, but finally fell to the ground.

I stared at him condescendingly, but couldn't say a word.

The big belly covered in black hair shines with strange light, which makes people feel numb and itchy.

Lu Yongping didn't speak with his belly, and after a while, he let out an exaggerated sound and slowly got up.

He muttered while slapping his butt: What a dog-tempered person, uncle has no bad intentions, don't always think about it.

He bent down and held up the stool, and said: Uncle, this is the last time, so I won’t be able to do it.

Get out quickly.My face turned red and my neck was thick, but my voice was as low as a slut.

Every family has a difficult sutra, but Lu Yongping seemed to have not heard it, and moved the stool backwards and sat down again. Kobayashi Ah, uncle knows that your mother is worthy in your heart.

My face immediately burst into flames, and my hard eyes looked around the kitchen and then frozen outside the door.

I felt like I should say something, so I opened my mouth.

I said I couldn't say anything.

This is normal, it is really normal.Who hasn't been young for Ah? When I was as old as you, that was... Lu Yongping stammered for a while and lost his voice.

The silver yard looks like a tofu skin, cut into thin strips by bamboo door curtains.I looked at it for a while and felt my eyes were dazzled, so I had to sit down.I took a bite and fryed it.

Kobayashi?

I took another bite of fried oil, and my arms were placed on the table, and I finally felt a little more at ease.

Hongfeng's grandmother was also...Ah, so handsome, naturally not as good as Fenglan and your mother.But in my eyes, don’t look at the fact that the baby is so big, in my eyes... Lu Yongping stuttered and stopped talking.

I couldn't help but glance.

He lowered his head, his forehead was shiny.

My uncle lost his father early, and there are so many troubles in front of the widow, you know.

He raised his head, just hit my gaze, and then smiled.

After that, I touched a cigarette from my pocket and patted me for a lighter.

I shook my head.

He got up and lit it on the stove, sprayed two sips of cigarettes, and pointed at my head.

I stared blankly, a little dazed for a moment.

To be honest, I can't imagine how handsome Lu Yongping was when he was young.

I know you are wronged, my uncle can understand it very much.He waved his hand, turned around and walked out.

Lu Yongping stood in the moonlight, with his legs spread out, as if he was dragged there by something.

After a while, he walked in again.

At that time, the fifth brother sat down on the stool, and raised his face. Hongfeng's sister-in-law, before she was weaned, his grandmother shook her breasts in front of her every day.At that time, my living conditions were too poor and my family was poor. My uncle was as thin as a grass chicken. He just kept worrying about one thing all day long, that is, how to fill his stomach.The white flour buns are eaten by younger brothers and sisters, and I have never eaten them before.Not to mention white bread, it would be nice to have steamed buns.So Ah, you are really in the blessed world and do not know how blessed you are.

Lu Yongping smiled, like a knife cut.

I looked down at the half pancake in my hand, and suddenly I was so thirsty.

It’s a matter of eating milk. The four and three years old are over the age of three. They even robbed their sister when they see her food, and they would cry if they don’t give it to them.He had no choice but to take a few sips, so he couldn't bear it. The third brother was unhappy again.This pussy is seven or eight years old, so I went up and beat him. He cried without waiting for the slap to fall. My mother also cried.Later, she simply squeezed into the bowl and drank anyone.

Lu Yongping sighed, snatched out the cigarette butts, and still lowered his head.

Once when I came back from cutting pig grass for the commune, I could see the milk on the stove at a glance.It's just a bowl bottom, but the fragrance is full of the room.I couldn't help but pick up the bowl and buzzed, Ah, and after that, I licked the bottom of the bowl cleanly.His breasts came out of the inner room and saw them just in time.

Lu Yongping paused and continued: I have no face, so he turned around and ran out.This trip took a long distance and returned home in the middle of the night.His breasts are like nothing, and he has never mentioned this.Later, there was obviously more milk in the bowl, but I never touched it again.

The air that night was as thirsty as a sponge, making people's throats burst into flames.From time to time, I would glance at the faucet.

Actually, I have tasted it twice, but I didn’t dare to drink too much, so I would rather pour it out in the end.

Lu Yongping smiled and wiped his face.

His voice was bright, reminding me of the leaves of the sycamore trees under the moon.

The third and fourth brothers made a fuss and stopped drinking it later.I saw that big breasts swaying around. To be honest, I felt itchy for the first time in so many years, from childhood to adulthood.It's so itchy... itchy that sometimes it can't sleep at night.Alas, one night I sneaked into his breasts' bed and went to drink milk, and she pretended not to know.I was smart for a while.This matter was out of control until she said once, Xiaoping Ah, it would be not enough for you to be like the fifth brother.I was both ashamed and anxious, and said, "I can drink the old stinky bag, why can't I drink it?"His breasts stopped talking.How much milk can you have? How many times do you want to have Ah?The fifth brother couldn't suck her breasts and cried.His breasts cried, and I cried too.

As he said that, Lu Yongping turned his face and perhaps stared at the door for a while without saying a word.

The surroundings were a little quiet, so I had to cough twice.

Lu Yongping was unmoved.

As I hesitated to get up and drink water, he finally took his face back.

Later, he said, later... After changing his tone, he suddenly patted me: Do you still listen?

I don't agree.

Then pour some water for my uncle.I felt that I should be angry, but I hesitated for a while and stood up.

When I came back from pouring water, Lu Yongping had already squeezed some oil in his hand.

This situation makes me seem very passive.

So I went back and poured some water for myself.

It was taken into the enamel tank and a layer of oil soon appeared.

Lu Yongping opened his mouth after he fryed the oil.

He said: My cock is really hot.

I said: Ah?

He said: Water Ah.

I shook the enamel tank and stopped talking.

Later...and then...what did you talk about?Later, I endured itched again after a few days.In the end, I touched his breasts on the bed, and sipped them once a week, sometimes I held them in my mouth and didn't suck them.His breasts never mentioned this again.Of course, I have understood the things about men and women long ago.I haven't encountered the old stinky bag at home to deliver white flour. I even know what he is trying to do.

I asked him who the old stinky bag was.

Lu Yongping snorted and said lightly: Just repair your shoes. He got his legs frozen because he was young and couldn't marry a wife. In terms of seniority, he had to call me uncle. Later, he drowned his mother in Pinghe.

After saying that, he picked up the cup and took a sip, so the water vapor fell on his forehead, making the latter shine even more.

I couldn't help but shake the enamel jar faster.

Lu Yongping stopped talking.

He put down his cup and looked at me.

completion?

My voice was soft, as if someone was pinching his throat and squeezed out.

Then no, what else do you want to hear?

Lu Yongping smiled.

I said oh, and then lowered my head.

The water vapor was swaying, wrapped in the smell of silk pickled vegetables, and it was oily on the face.

I couldn't help but take a sip, and it was so hot that I almost threw away the enamel jar.

For a moment, I felt my tongue mature.

I had to spit it out and vent my breath like a dog.

At this moment, Lu Yongping's voice sounded again: Later, he had something to do with his grandmother without realizing it.That's it.It was very natural, I didn't know what to say, she didn't even resist.At first, I was afraid of getting pregnant and was worried. Haha, but later, the family planning process was done and the whole village was ligated. My mother was so cunted, and she didn't even let the widow go.This made me convenient. I had to work hard almost every day until the factory sent me to the night school.

He kept his head down when he said this, his long face buried in the shadows, and the sweat on his forehead was surging like the heavy rain in October.

I was stunned for a while, and gently put the enamel jar back on the table, but there was a loud bang.

The hot water in the tank jumped out and splashed on his face, a little cold.

No one spoke for a while.

This is not a good phenomenon.

Anyway, someone has to say something.

So I opened my mouth and said: Alas.

I felt a snake lying in my throat.

Lu Yongping glanced at me and lowered his head again.

He also said alas.

So a wind blew outside the window, and the rustling whispers of the sycamore trees crawled in.

After a while, Lu Yongping raised his head and had already straightened his back, held a cigarette and stared at me.

I still remember such a gaze, like ash that fell off the edge when cement nails drilled into the wall.

He opened his mouth and grabbed the cigarette in his hand: My uncle has only told you about this, so he is not allowed to talk nonsense.

I didn't know what to say, so I had to pick up another piece of oil and fry it.

What my uncle told you before... Lu Yongping took the cigarette into his mouth.

What?I quickly swelled my cheeks.

He bit the filter, touched his pocket, and took the cigarette back into his hand again: Do you want to mess with your mother?

He was muffled and a bright wave surged from his stomach, which looked extremely soft, making people want to kick it.

So I kicked it.

I felt my hair stand up.

Lu Yongping's actions of falling to the ground were no different from those just now, which made me feel inexplicably familiar.

But he smiled contemptuously and pulled me out of the wrong time and space: You are almost the same as me, but you just don’t have the courage to do it.

I jumped up and grabbed his neck.

I want to tell him that he will talk nonsense again. I will kill you, but I can't even break a word. I just feel that my hands are greasy, as if I are holding a cunning giant python.

Half of the fried meat slipped along his neck across his collar and onto his stomach.

Lu Yongping's face turned redder, but his smile became brighter.

I let go of my hand, fell back onto the chair, and gasped.