Lijia Village is located in a small hill, with only thirty or forty households and more than one hundred people.
The surrounding mountains surrounded the entire village. Most of the people in the village surnamed Li, who lived here for generations, made a living by farming.
Because it is far away from the countryside, there is only a rugged and difficult mountain road, only motorcycles and small tractors are barely accessible
But once the rainy season comes, even motorcycles are difficult to work, so the people in the village rarely go out and almost live a life of isolation from the world.
When the three of us rode our motorcycles into the village, many villagers surrounded us curiously.
Shui Ling leaned on the motorcycle and refused to get off, and proudly introduced Zhang Jing and everyone to everyone.
Because of poverty and isolation, there are few strangers coming in this village, so the villagers not only think it is very fresh, but also very hospitable. When they heard that I was a teacher from the village, they all tried to invite us to his house as a guest.
Xiao Shuiling quit and rushed out of everyone's siege and took me and Zhang Jing to her house.
Her family lives in front of a small hill behind the village, with a small tiled house with a unique courtyard surrounded by bamboo strips, covered with green melons and vines
As soon as I entered the yard, Shui Ling shouted: Mom, Teacher Peng is here
There was no response in the room
Shui Ling greeted us to sit in the house and said: My mother must have gone to the field. It's so strange. It's going to be dark and I won't come back. Uncle, you and Zhang Jing are here for a while. I'll call my mother.
As he said that, he ran out
As soon as Shui Ling left, Zhang Jing immediately ran to me and sat down, leaning her little head on my shoulder: So tired! She felt so painful when she sat down.
I smiled and said: Then do the teacher help you rub it?
Don't want it! Teacher, you're so bad
Zhang Jing smiled, her delicate body almost lay in my arms, looking at me without blinking, Teacher, were you very comfortable just now!
I hurriedly helped her up: This question is too profound, let’s change the question? The teacher was about to ask you, Shui Ling’s father, why didn’t I listen to her mention her father?
I heard from her that her father had been dead for several years, and it seemed that he had gone into the mountains to pick herbs and accidentally fell to death.
Zhang Jing said and stuck to me again
Oh, that's right! You can sit down first, the teacher will solve it
This little girl is so fucked. I was afraid that it would be bad if Shui Ling's mother came back to see her. She quickly stood up and walked to the back of the yard. Zhang Jing was muttering in a low voice from behind: Teacher, it's really true, where did you get so much urine?
I also have trouble saying that the place where the bee stung just now still hurts faintly, and it is a little sticky and not comfortable at all. I want to take the opportunity to deal with it.
The backyard is next to a small earth slope, surrounded by vegetables, and there is a small thatched cottage next to it. There is a rag curtain hanging in front of the door, which must be the toilet.
I walked over quickly and lifted the curtain. I saw a white ball in front of me, almost squatting in front of me: a woman was half-squatting in front of me, her big white butt was facing me, and the black burrs in the middle of the buttocks made me blurry.
I was stunned and stared at the pair of plump buttocks in a daze. The little guy below had already reacted and stood up straight, making me feel pain through the fabric.
The woman suddenly turned around and turned out to be a beautiful young woman. Her curved willow-leaved eyebrows were slightly raised, and her slender face was slightly red. She looked at me embarrassedly and whispered: Are you Teacher Peng?
Yes, I am you...Shui Ling's mother?
Their faces were so vivid, especially their big watery eyes, which were carved from the same mold
But she looks too young, at most only thirty years old, which has nothing to do with the image of a middle-aged sister-in-law like Shui Ling's mother.
She continued: I heard Shui Ling calling me just now, but it was inconvenient for me to answer. I am really embarrassed. Teacher Peng, are you here to solve the problem?
Oh, it doesn't matter, you can keep going?
I said randomly, my eyes still staring at her buttocks
Teacher Peng...
Oh, what's the matter?
Can you go out and wait for a while? I'll be fine right away
She looked at me shyly, and soon found that a big bag was bulging between my legs. She pulled her clothes in panic, trying to cover the two white steamed bun-like butts, but the clothes were too short and could not cover anything. Instead, it added a bit of a shame to hide.
Oh, I'm so sorry
I suddenly woke up. What's wrong today? I actually watched someone get rid of his hands and chatted with her, but it was still so natural, as if I was talking to my wife.
Although she gave me a very friendly feeling, it was the first time we met, not to mention that she was Shui Ling’s mother!
I looked reluctantly and hurriedly retreated. I stood in the yard and walked away, so I had to stare at the surrounding scenery.
After a while, she came out of the toilet. Perhaps because she worked in the field all year round, her face turned slightly red, but she was beautiful and beautiful, with the mature and healthy charm of a young woman.
Teacher Peng, go in quickly, I'll cook now
She said generously, as if nothing had happened just now, but there was still a little shame on her face.
When I returned to the house, Shui Ling had already returned. She also pulled back a large handful of sweet potato vines. She was pulling Zhang Jing and sitting on a small stool, picking the tender leaves on the tip of the vine
I said with no problem: Shui Ling, what are you doing?
Didn't you see us picking vegetables?
Zhang Jing said angrily
Can this be eaten?
I asked curiously, we have always planted to feed pigs.
Teacher, do you mean we are pigs?
Zhang Jing said angrily
Shui Ling laughed: Uncle, these tender leaves and their sharp tips are used to stir-fry, but after a while, my mother stir-fry them out, and I guarantee that you still want to eat them after eating them.
Yeah?
I glanced at the kitchen. Her mother was busy inside. I walked over and shouted: Sister, do you want me to help?
No need, Teacher Peng, you are a guest, just sit and rest
She said in a panic, Teacher Peng, I didn’t expect you to be so young, I thought...
I thought I was a half-big old man, right? I didn’t expect you to be so young, and I thought you were a half-big old woman?
I smiled and said, feeling that it was natural to talk to her, and I didn't have to deliberately conceal myself and pretend to be me.
Sister, what's your name?
My name is Sun Hongying, where are you?
My name is Peng Lei, I am 23 years old this year. Where are you, sister?
I……
She looked at the two little girls outside the house, lowered her voice and said: She is thirty years old this year
and you……
I'm a little surprised
I got married early, got married at the age of sixteen, and gave birth to Shui Ling at the age of seventeen. It’s a pity that her father died early. She said naturally, as if she was telling someone else’s story.
I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I sat on the small stool in front of the stove and added firewood into it randomly
She bent down to wash the pot, her butt just stood right up to me, her slightly tight trousers stretched out her plump buttocks, and the outline of the four-cornered pants inside was printed, and the tight protrusion in the middle was also revealed.
I felt aroused when I saw it, and I couldn't help but think of the scene I saw in the toilet.
She turned her head and noticed my gaze staring at her buttocks. She hurriedly stood up and said in a low voice: Teacher Peng, what are you looking at?
Sister Ying...
I suddenly grabbed her hand impulsively, and bravely approached her ear and whispered: Sister Ying, you are so beautiful
Her face turned red all of a sudden, she looked at the outer room in panic and gently broke away from my hand: You go out quickly, don't let them hear it
The surrounding mountains surrounded the entire village. Most of the people in the village surnamed Li, who lived here for generations, made a living by farming.
Because it is far away from the countryside, there is only a rugged and difficult mountain road, only motorcycles and small tractors are barely accessible
But once the rainy season comes, even motorcycles are difficult to work, so the people in the village rarely go out and almost live a life of isolation from the world.
When the three of us rode our motorcycles into the village, many villagers surrounded us curiously.
Shui Ling leaned on the motorcycle and refused to get off, and proudly introduced Zhang Jing and everyone to everyone.
Because of poverty and isolation, there are few strangers coming in this village, so the villagers not only think it is very fresh, but also very hospitable. When they heard that I was a teacher from the village, they all tried to invite us to his house as a guest.
Xiao Shuiling quit and rushed out of everyone's siege and took me and Zhang Jing to her house.
Her family lives in front of a small hill behind the village, with a small tiled house with a unique courtyard surrounded by bamboo strips, covered with green melons and vines
As soon as I entered the yard, Shui Ling shouted: Mom, Teacher Peng is here
There was no response in the room
Shui Ling greeted us to sit in the house and said: My mother must have gone to the field. It's so strange. It's going to be dark and I won't come back. Uncle, you and Zhang Jing are here for a while. I'll call my mother.
As he said that, he ran out
As soon as Shui Ling left, Zhang Jing immediately ran to me and sat down, leaning her little head on my shoulder: So tired! She felt so painful when she sat down.
I smiled and said: Then do the teacher help you rub it?
Don't want it! Teacher, you're so bad
Zhang Jing smiled, her delicate body almost lay in my arms, looking at me without blinking, Teacher, were you very comfortable just now!
I hurriedly helped her up: This question is too profound, let’s change the question? The teacher was about to ask you, Shui Ling’s father, why didn’t I listen to her mention her father?
I heard from her that her father had been dead for several years, and it seemed that he had gone into the mountains to pick herbs and accidentally fell to death.
Zhang Jing said and stuck to me again
Oh, that's right! You can sit down first, the teacher will solve it
This little girl is so fucked. I was afraid that it would be bad if Shui Ling's mother came back to see her. She quickly stood up and walked to the back of the yard. Zhang Jing was muttering in a low voice from behind: Teacher, it's really true, where did you get so much urine?
I also have trouble saying that the place where the bee stung just now still hurts faintly, and it is a little sticky and not comfortable at all. I want to take the opportunity to deal with it.
The backyard is next to a small earth slope, surrounded by vegetables, and there is a small thatched cottage next to it. There is a rag curtain hanging in front of the door, which must be the toilet.
I walked over quickly and lifted the curtain. I saw a white ball in front of me, almost squatting in front of me: a woman was half-squatting in front of me, her big white butt was facing me, and the black burrs in the middle of the buttocks made me blurry.
I was stunned and stared at the pair of plump buttocks in a daze. The little guy below had already reacted and stood up straight, making me feel pain through the fabric.
The woman suddenly turned around and turned out to be a beautiful young woman. Her curved willow-leaved eyebrows were slightly raised, and her slender face was slightly red. She looked at me embarrassedly and whispered: Are you Teacher Peng?
Yes, I am you...Shui Ling's mother?
Their faces were so vivid, especially their big watery eyes, which were carved from the same mold
But she looks too young, at most only thirty years old, which has nothing to do with the image of a middle-aged sister-in-law like Shui Ling's mother.
She continued: I heard Shui Ling calling me just now, but it was inconvenient for me to answer. I am really embarrassed. Teacher Peng, are you here to solve the problem?
Oh, it doesn't matter, you can keep going?
I said randomly, my eyes still staring at her buttocks
Teacher Peng...
Oh, what's the matter?
Can you go out and wait for a while? I'll be fine right away
She looked at me shyly, and soon found that a big bag was bulging between my legs. She pulled her clothes in panic, trying to cover the two white steamed bun-like butts, but the clothes were too short and could not cover anything. Instead, it added a bit of a shame to hide.
Oh, I'm so sorry
I suddenly woke up. What's wrong today? I actually watched someone get rid of his hands and chatted with her, but it was still so natural, as if I was talking to my wife.
Although she gave me a very friendly feeling, it was the first time we met, not to mention that she was Shui Ling’s mother!
I looked reluctantly and hurriedly retreated. I stood in the yard and walked away, so I had to stare at the surrounding scenery.
After a while, she came out of the toilet. Perhaps because she worked in the field all year round, her face turned slightly red, but she was beautiful and beautiful, with the mature and healthy charm of a young woman.
Teacher Peng, go in quickly, I'll cook now
She said generously, as if nothing had happened just now, but there was still a little shame on her face.
When I returned to the house, Shui Ling had already returned. She also pulled back a large handful of sweet potato vines. She was pulling Zhang Jing and sitting on a small stool, picking the tender leaves on the tip of the vine
I said with no problem: Shui Ling, what are you doing?
Didn't you see us picking vegetables?
Zhang Jing said angrily
Can this be eaten?
I asked curiously, we have always planted to feed pigs.
Teacher, do you mean we are pigs?
Zhang Jing said angrily
Shui Ling laughed: Uncle, these tender leaves and their sharp tips are used to stir-fry, but after a while, my mother stir-fry them out, and I guarantee that you still want to eat them after eating them.
Yeah?
I glanced at the kitchen. Her mother was busy inside. I walked over and shouted: Sister, do you want me to help?
No need, Teacher Peng, you are a guest, just sit and rest
She said in a panic, Teacher Peng, I didn’t expect you to be so young, I thought...
I thought I was a half-big old man, right? I didn’t expect you to be so young, and I thought you were a half-big old woman?
I smiled and said, feeling that it was natural to talk to her, and I didn't have to deliberately conceal myself and pretend to be me.
Sister, what's your name?
My name is Sun Hongying, where are you?
My name is Peng Lei, I am 23 years old this year. Where are you, sister?
I……
She looked at the two little girls outside the house, lowered her voice and said: She is thirty years old this year
and you……
I'm a little surprised
I got married early, got married at the age of sixteen, and gave birth to Shui Ling at the age of seventeen. It’s a pity that her father died early. She said naturally, as if she was telling someone else’s story.
I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I sat on the small stool in front of the stove and added firewood into it randomly
She bent down to wash the pot, her butt just stood right up to me, her slightly tight trousers stretched out her plump buttocks, and the outline of the four-cornered pants inside was printed, and the tight protrusion in the middle was also revealed.
I felt aroused when I saw it, and I couldn't help but think of the scene I saw in the toilet.
She turned her head and noticed my gaze staring at her buttocks. She hurriedly stood up and said in a low voice: Teacher Peng, what are you looking at?
Sister Ying...
I suddenly grabbed her hand impulsively, and bravely approached her ear and whispered: Sister Ying, you are so beautiful
Her face turned red all of a sudden, she looked at the outer room in panic and gently broke away from my hand: You go out quickly, don't let them hear it
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