This figure is strange and familiar. When a gust of wind blows, Zhang Dajun smells the familiar smell.
Girl... Are you? Dajun was puzzled, as if he knew her
The girl turned around suddenly and looked at Zhang Dajun with a smile. Her pretty face was like a pear blossom dripping by spring rain.
Brother Dajun, do you still know me?
Zhang Dajun was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground: Xiangling...?Silly girl! Why is it you?
The girl was indeed Xiangling. She was a new teacher transferred from the county. Dajun hadn't seen Xiangling for five years. Unexpectedly, she became a beautiful girl.
Xiangling's nose felt sour, and tears flowed down. With a bang, the luggage in her hand fell to the ground.
She sobbed and pounced on Zhang Dajun's arms, as if she had met a relative who had been reunited for a long time. The girl cried loudly.
Xiangling was still a pair of big eyes as before. Under her playful nose was a small cherry mouth, fair and delicate skin, she was much taller and her body was much slimmer. Wherever she stood, she was like a budding flower.
Good mountains and rivers produce good women, Mopan Mountains and beautiful waters, and the girls here are all very beautiful, just like white flour sun-dried by fine radish
The girl here has a big butt and a bulging chest, just like the steamed white flour bun, and it is so buzzing.
Mopan Mountain, a magical place that raises thousands of beauties, a paradise with outstanding people and beautiful places, is the hometown that Zhang Dajun loves deeply
Rather than saying that he likes the mountains and rivers of Mopan Mountain, he likes the girls here.
Xiangling cried in Dajun's arms for a long time. Five years of longing, love and hate, entanglement, and sorrow were vented on Zhang Dajun's shoulders.
Dajun touched Xiangling's hair, and he had no distractions. He was just the feeling of his brother holding his sister: Xiangling, for five years, he has grown taller and beautiful, and he never thought that the new teacher would be you
Xiangling sobbed: Brother, I graduated from the First Normal School and went to the Culture and Education Bureau to arrange work. As a result, I saw the files of the teacher arranged by Mopan Village, so I asked to return to our village to teach. Brother, didn’t you say that when I grew up, I would return to Mopan Village to teach and educate people. I have never forgotten your words.
Dajun said: It’s good to come back, it’s good to see you when you come back, so happy that you should come back. Your roots are in Mopan Mountain, and your dreams are also in Mopan Mountain. Is this your home? You should laugh, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
Xiangling said: Brother, I haven’t seen you for five years, do you miss me?
Dajun said: I think, I think every day, my Xiangling grows up, and I can't even recognize it.
Xiangling burst into laughter: Brother, you are still the same as in my dream, not changing at all
Zhang Dajun and Xiangling have been separated for five years. Although the two have never met each other, they have been in contact and keeping letters.
The money from Xiangling to school was sent by Dajun on a monthly basis
I've been sending her for five years
Xiangling can never forget it. It was Dajun brother who raised her. At that time, Dajun brother took her hand and climbed up the Guichou Stream step by step, passed through Panshe Valley, crossed Laoye Ridge, and sent her to the school.
Over the past five years, Brother Dajun's figure has been lingering in his mind, lingering, and almost occupying all her leisure time. When she is fine, she thinks about Dajun.
Dajun said: Let's go home first, get home and have a look, stay here first, there is no hurry to go to class
Xiangling nodded and let go of the army
Dajun helped Xiangling pick up her luggage and took her hand back home.
The door opened, and the yard was filled with desolation. The debris of fallen leaves and branches covered the entire yard.
The cold wind blew, and the leaves and weeds rolled around
Since Widow Sun died, Xiangling's family has been out of residence for five years and looks dilapidated.
The chicken coop in the corner also collapsed. The chicken cage that was crushed by Li Xiulin was no longer visible.
The walls were covered with green moss, and there was no piece of paper left in the window. The two windows were black and exposed with curved window lattices.
The door opened, and the three mature bungalows were covered with spider webs. The dust on the Eight Immortals' table was fine, and the clothes and quilts in the wardrobe were bitten by mice.
The mice regarded this place as a comforting nest, one nest after another.
Just as I opened the wardrobe, seven or eight mice ran out of it, slid towards the door
Ah... Xiangling screamed and threw herself on Dajun's body and hugged his neck: Mouse, Brother Dajun, I'm most afraid of rats
Xiangling's appearance made the army laugh: Silly girl, you were not afraid of weasels at the time, but why are you afraid of mice now? As you grow up, your courage becomes smaller and smaller.
Xiangling said: That thing...is dirty, I'm afraid it's dirty
Dajun said: You come down, let's clean up
Only then did Xiangling realize her incompetence and reluctantly let go of the army
Zhang Dajun found a broom and cleaned the yard and house inside and out.
Then I bought new window paper and pasted all the windows
Xiangling also took out the clothes and quilts from the wardrobe and put them in the yard to dry them.
Her hands were very clever, and she cut a few beautiful window flowers and pasted them on the window. A clean room was successful
Zhang Dajun shook his arms away, moved the ladder to the room, and repaired the leaky area on the roof.
After cleaning up completely, it was already dark
Xiangling pulled Dajun and sat on the edge of the kang with a laugh. She felt much more comfortable. The quilt on the kang was clean.
She began to stare at Dajun intently, staring at Zhang Dajun for five or six seconds
Dajun was stared at him very embarrassedly, his whole body was as if he had spikes, itchy and painful: Xiangling, what are you looking at? My face is dirty?
Xiangling said: No, let me see what is different from my Dajun brother before
Dajun said: Isn’t it the same?
Brother Dajun, you have grown up, and you are becoming more mature and stronger. Brother, I am thinking of you every day, do you know?
Dajun smiled silly: Girl, are you hungry? Why not go to my house for dinner and ask your sister-in-law to make delicious food for you
Xiangling shook her head: No, I like to be alone with you,
Then why don’t I ask your sister-in-law Yuhuan to bring you food later? Look, it’s getting late, it’s time for me to leave. Zhang Dajun stood up and was about to leave.
But Xiangling hugged him again
Brother, don’t leave, I’m afraid, I’m so scared by myself, what should I do if you leave?
Indeed, this room has not been infected with human aura for five years, and it does seem gloomy and terrifying.
Widow Sun died here, and the pig dealer who was close to Widow Sun died here, too
The pig dealer died in this room for three months and no one knew about it. When someone found out, the body was already frustrated and covered with maggots. Xiangling's fear made sense.
Dajun said: Otherwise, I will let Ah Huang come and be your company?
Xiangling shook her head: No
Then I'll take you to where Huaihua sleeps and be your sister-in-law.
Xiangling still shook her head: Brother, I want you to be with me, so I won’t be afraid.
This... Zhang Dajun was a little at a loss. Although he regarded Xiangling as a girl, he was not a real girl after all.
What's wrong with being alone in the middle of the night when I was a man and a woman in a big girl's room?
It's so hard to say if it's spread
The reputation of a girl is very important. Dajun doesn't want to ruin Xiangling's reputation
Dajun said: Let's do it, I'll let Yuhuan come and be with you later. Your sister-in-law is so brave and she's not afraid of anything.
Dajun felt that he should leave, so he stood up quickly. Xiangling was so scared that she hugged Zhang Dajun's waist from behind: Brother, don't leave... The girl sobbed, and a pair of tears burst out from her eyes again.
Brother, I have no other relatives in the village, you are the only relatives. What should I do if you leave? I am afraid of ghosts...
Zhang Dajun was at a loss and really didn't know what to do. Xiangling, a girl, sleeping in such a cold and gloomy room, is really not a big deal.
Dajun said: Why don’t you do this, I will leave after you go to bed?
Xiangling said: No, don’t leave, just sit next to me, you are not allowed to leave even after I sleep
Zhang Dajun smiled. This sister is so cute and needs too much care. She said: OK, you go to bed, I won’t leave.
Zhang Dajun sat on the edge of the kang, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, and Xiangling lay next to Dajun.
Xiangling's hand was holding Zhang Dajun's arm, and she held it tightly, unable to loosen her head at all. Her head was pressed against the man's chest. The restless little hand seemed to be looking for something, and she scratched the left and right, directly on Dajun's chest.
Zhang Dajun took Xiangling's hand down, and after a while, the hand leaned over again and touched the man's belly.
Like a ignorant child
Zhang Dajun is too lazy to resist
I don’t know how long it took to touch Xiangling Tiantian to sleep. Zhang Dajun’s eyelids also fought and fell asleep leaning against the wall.
Xiangling slept very heavily, and the girl had been running all day long and was exhausted
Her breathing was very even and her face was red. When Xiangling closed her eyes, she had long eyelashes. Her neat eyelashes could cover her slightly cheekbones, looking like a silver doll
She pulled Zhang Dajun's arm in her arms and pressed it tightly on her chest. Zhang Dajun could feel the swelling feeling of a girl's pair of round fragrance.
Supple, scattered like a mouse, scratching his heart with his claws
When Yuhuan arrived, it was ten o'clock in the evening and found Xiangling sleeping in Zhang Dajun's arms. She felt very uncomfortable.
But she was not overly surprised or strange, because Xiangling had a good relationship with Dajun when she was a child, and she talked about Dajun and had a good relationship with Yuhuan. She and Dajun were just a close friend, and she was completely the kind of sister's attachment to her brother, and it seemed that nothing else was there.
Yuhuan asked quietly: Are you asleep?
Dajun said: I'm asleep
Didn't have supper?
Dajun said: I won’t hungry if I didn’t eat Xiangling said she won’t be hungry either
Yuhuan gave him a blank look: You're not hungry, of course you're not hungry if you hold a big girl, if I'm holding a big girl, I'm not hungry either.
Yuhuan's words were sour and had a bit of jealousy. Zhang Dajun glared at her
I thought to myself, where do you eat dry vinegar?
Girl... Are you? Dajun was puzzled, as if he knew her
The girl turned around suddenly and looked at Zhang Dajun with a smile. Her pretty face was like a pear blossom dripping by spring rain.
Brother Dajun, do you still know me?
Zhang Dajun was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground: Xiangling...?Silly girl! Why is it you?
The girl was indeed Xiangling. She was a new teacher transferred from the county. Dajun hadn't seen Xiangling for five years. Unexpectedly, she became a beautiful girl.
Xiangling's nose felt sour, and tears flowed down. With a bang, the luggage in her hand fell to the ground.
She sobbed and pounced on Zhang Dajun's arms, as if she had met a relative who had been reunited for a long time. The girl cried loudly.
Xiangling was still a pair of big eyes as before. Under her playful nose was a small cherry mouth, fair and delicate skin, she was much taller and her body was much slimmer. Wherever she stood, she was like a budding flower.
Good mountains and rivers produce good women, Mopan Mountains and beautiful waters, and the girls here are all very beautiful, just like white flour sun-dried by fine radish
The girl here has a big butt and a bulging chest, just like the steamed white flour bun, and it is so buzzing.
Mopan Mountain, a magical place that raises thousands of beauties, a paradise with outstanding people and beautiful places, is the hometown that Zhang Dajun loves deeply
Rather than saying that he likes the mountains and rivers of Mopan Mountain, he likes the girls here.
Xiangling cried in Dajun's arms for a long time. Five years of longing, love and hate, entanglement, and sorrow were vented on Zhang Dajun's shoulders.
Dajun touched Xiangling's hair, and he had no distractions. He was just the feeling of his brother holding his sister: Xiangling, for five years, he has grown taller and beautiful, and he never thought that the new teacher would be you
Xiangling sobbed: Brother, I graduated from the First Normal School and went to the Culture and Education Bureau to arrange work. As a result, I saw the files of the teacher arranged by Mopan Village, so I asked to return to our village to teach. Brother, didn’t you say that when I grew up, I would return to Mopan Village to teach and educate people. I have never forgotten your words.
Dajun said: It’s good to come back, it’s good to see you when you come back, so happy that you should come back. Your roots are in Mopan Mountain, and your dreams are also in Mopan Mountain. Is this your home? You should laugh, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
Xiangling said: Brother, I haven’t seen you for five years, do you miss me?
Dajun said: I think, I think every day, my Xiangling grows up, and I can't even recognize it.
Xiangling burst into laughter: Brother, you are still the same as in my dream, not changing at all
Zhang Dajun and Xiangling have been separated for five years. Although the two have never met each other, they have been in contact and keeping letters.
The money from Xiangling to school was sent by Dajun on a monthly basis
I've been sending her for five years
Xiangling can never forget it. It was Dajun brother who raised her. At that time, Dajun brother took her hand and climbed up the Guichou Stream step by step, passed through Panshe Valley, crossed Laoye Ridge, and sent her to the school.
Over the past five years, Brother Dajun's figure has been lingering in his mind, lingering, and almost occupying all her leisure time. When she is fine, she thinks about Dajun.
Dajun said: Let's go home first, get home and have a look, stay here first, there is no hurry to go to class
Xiangling nodded and let go of the army
Dajun helped Xiangling pick up her luggage and took her hand back home.
The door opened, and the yard was filled with desolation. The debris of fallen leaves and branches covered the entire yard.
The cold wind blew, and the leaves and weeds rolled around
Since Widow Sun died, Xiangling's family has been out of residence for five years and looks dilapidated.
The chicken coop in the corner also collapsed. The chicken cage that was crushed by Li Xiulin was no longer visible.
The walls were covered with green moss, and there was no piece of paper left in the window. The two windows were black and exposed with curved window lattices.
The door opened, and the three mature bungalows were covered with spider webs. The dust on the Eight Immortals' table was fine, and the clothes and quilts in the wardrobe were bitten by mice.
The mice regarded this place as a comforting nest, one nest after another.
Just as I opened the wardrobe, seven or eight mice ran out of it, slid towards the door
Ah... Xiangling screamed and threw herself on Dajun's body and hugged his neck: Mouse, Brother Dajun, I'm most afraid of rats
Xiangling's appearance made the army laugh: Silly girl, you were not afraid of weasels at the time, but why are you afraid of mice now? As you grow up, your courage becomes smaller and smaller.
Xiangling said: That thing...is dirty, I'm afraid it's dirty
Dajun said: You come down, let's clean up
Only then did Xiangling realize her incompetence and reluctantly let go of the army
Zhang Dajun found a broom and cleaned the yard and house inside and out.
Then I bought new window paper and pasted all the windows
Xiangling also took out the clothes and quilts from the wardrobe and put them in the yard to dry them.
Her hands were very clever, and she cut a few beautiful window flowers and pasted them on the window. A clean room was successful
Zhang Dajun shook his arms away, moved the ladder to the room, and repaired the leaky area on the roof.
After cleaning up completely, it was already dark
Xiangling pulled Dajun and sat on the edge of the kang with a laugh. She felt much more comfortable. The quilt on the kang was clean.
She began to stare at Dajun intently, staring at Zhang Dajun for five or six seconds
Dajun was stared at him very embarrassedly, his whole body was as if he had spikes, itchy and painful: Xiangling, what are you looking at? My face is dirty?
Xiangling said: No, let me see what is different from my Dajun brother before
Dajun said: Isn’t it the same?
Brother Dajun, you have grown up, and you are becoming more mature and stronger. Brother, I am thinking of you every day, do you know?
Dajun smiled silly: Girl, are you hungry? Why not go to my house for dinner and ask your sister-in-law to make delicious food for you
Xiangling shook her head: No, I like to be alone with you,
Then why don’t I ask your sister-in-law Yuhuan to bring you food later? Look, it’s getting late, it’s time for me to leave. Zhang Dajun stood up and was about to leave.
But Xiangling hugged him again
Brother, don’t leave, I’m afraid, I’m so scared by myself, what should I do if you leave?
Indeed, this room has not been infected with human aura for five years, and it does seem gloomy and terrifying.
Widow Sun died here, and the pig dealer who was close to Widow Sun died here, too
The pig dealer died in this room for three months and no one knew about it. When someone found out, the body was already frustrated and covered with maggots. Xiangling's fear made sense.
Dajun said: Otherwise, I will let Ah Huang come and be your company?
Xiangling shook her head: No
Then I'll take you to where Huaihua sleeps and be your sister-in-law.
Xiangling still shook her head: Brother, I want you to be with me, so I won’t be afraid.
This... Zhang Dajun was a little at a loss. Although he regarded Xiangling as a girl, he was not a real girl after all.
What's wrong with being alone in the middle of the night when I was a man and a woman in a big girl's room?
It's so hard to say if it's spread
The reputation of a girl is very important. Dajun doesn't want to ruin Xiangling's reputation
Dajun said: Let's do it, I'll let Yuhuan come and be with you later. Your sister-in-law is so brave and she's not afraid of anything.
Dajun felt that he should leave, so he stood up quickly. Xiangling was so scared that she hugged Zhang Dajun's waist from behind: Brother, don't leave... The girl sobbed, and a pair of tears burst out from her eyes again.
Brother, I have no other relatives in the village, you are the only relatives. What should I do if you leave? I am afraid of ghosts...
Zhang Dajun was at a loss and really didn't know what to do. Xiangling, a girl, sleeping in such a cold and gloomy room, is really not a big deal.
Dajun said: Why don’t you do this, I will leave after you go to bed?
Xiangling said: No, don’t leave, just sit next to me, you are not allowed to leave even after I sleep
Zhang Dajun smiled. This sister is so cute and needs too much care. She said: OK, you go to bed, I won’t leave.
Zhang Dajun sat on the edge of the kang, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, and Xiangling lay next to Dajun.
Xiangling's hand was holding Zhang Dajun's arm, and she held it tightly, unable to loosen her head at all. Her head was pressed against the man's chest. The restless little hand seemed to be looking for something, and she scratched the left and right, directly on Dajun's chest.
Zhang Dajun took Xiangling's hand down, and after a while, the hand leaned over again and touched the man's belly.
Like a ignorant child
Zhang Dajun is too lazy to resist
I don’t know how long it took to touch Xiangling Tiantian to sleep. Zhang Dajun’s eyelids also fought and fell asleep leaning against the wall.
Xiangling slept very heavily, and the girl had been running all day long and was exhausted
Her breathing was very even and her face was red. When Xiangling closed her eyes, she had long eyelashes. Her neat eyelashes could cover her slightly cheekbones, looking like a silver doll
She pulled Zhang Dajun's arm in her arms and pressed it tightly on her chest. Zhang Dajun could feel the swelling feeling of a girl's pair of round fragrance.
Supple, scattered like a mouse, scratching his heart with his claws
When Yuhuan arrived, it was ten o'clock in the evening and found Xiangling sleeping in Zhang Dajun's arms. She felt very uncomfortable.
But she was not overly surprised or strange, because Xiangling had a good relationship with Dajun when she was a child, and she talked about Dajun and had a good relationship with Yuhuan. She and Dajun were just a close friend, and she was completely the kind of sister's attachment to her brother, and it seemed that nothing else was there.
Yuhuan asked quietly: Are you asleep?
Dajun said: I'm asleep
Didn't have supper?
Dajun said: I won’t hungry if I didn’t eat Xiangling said she won’t be hungry either
Yuhuan gave him a blank look: You're not hungry, of course you're not hungry if you hold a big girl, if I'm holding a big girl, I'm not hungry either.
Yuhuan's words were sour and had a bit of jealousy. Zhang Dajun glared at her
I thought to myself, where do you eat dry vinegar?
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