Chapter 4

I seemed to see her green tendons looming in the bottom of her thin and tender skin. Her limbs were entangled with me. Her fair body was twitching under my violent impact, bent and thrusting. Her whole body was woven by flames.

Through the glass window, I saw that the French-style glass lamps in the room were already lit up, as bright as a pool of autumn water, emitting a faint light.

I followed Huiyan in and saw a huge landscape that shone on the west wall. A delicate ebony was long by the window. A red cinnabar bottle of more than three feet tall was placed inside. There were a few white-headed reeds inside, which seemed to be filled with autumn.

In front of the table, Uncle Xu and his father were admiring a delicate porcelain bottle. The glaze made of the blue and clear blue color of the rain. With my shallow knowledge of cultural relics, it can be guessed that it was probably produced by Song Kiln with vague knowledge.

Huiyan's eyes were as clear as water, flashing with ethereal and distant things, like curtains of cloudy clouds

Qiaoer, come and have a look

My father waved to me

I agreed and walked up to me, Xu Danqiu looked at me coldly, as if she didn't think so

Well, if I read it correctly, this is a celadon boat-shaped water bowl fired by Longquan Kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty. The glaze is as blue as jade and as bright as a mirror. It should be a genuine Xu Bo’s good fortune! Good eyesight!

Uncle Xu stared at me with his eyes wide open, and after a long time he shouted: You kid have a good eye! What major did you take this time? If you don’t have the archaeology department, you will be burying talents.

I smiled faintly: Boy is incompetent, this archaeology is purely a hobby, but it is just a fun nature. Xu Bo laughed at him.

Yu Guangzhong saw a hint of surprise and surprise passing by Huiyan's face

What a pity, it’s so a pity Lao Lu, you are too following the child’s sex, tsk tsk tsk tsk...

Uncle Xu sighed, and his eyes began to look warm.

My father laughed: This guy reads the books on my bookshelf almost all of them, and he just makes a few fools. He usually uses them to fool people, but when he comes to you, a big player, he is really playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

OK, okay, I'm hungry, let's talk about your blue and white porcelain after dinner

Huiyan interrupted him, his eyes were vague, and there was a smell of blue smoke hidden in her eyes

Good Bridge, you often come to your home in the future. You can read the books in Xu Bo’s study, but it’s hard to find a soulmate.

Xu Danqiu feels like he meets too late

In his voice, I saw the light brown oval face hanging down, and I saw crystal clear tears rolling in the big black eyes

In an instant, I understood Huiyan's melancholy: I understand day by day that what he gave me is more appreciation than admiration, possessiveness is better than love. This is not for people, but for people's works of art... But, as a human, maybe I am the last work of art he collected

My eyes collided with the smoke and the flowing smoke in this flowing summer, the bulge of water carrying the word "love"

The word love needs to resonate. A woman imprisoned in a lonely garden needs to echo her love poem

My heart began to hurt.

There are three people in the same dormitory

Ai Qing is really one year older than me, and is in the same city and county as me

Jiang Shengqiang, who is lean and thin, slept on my lower bunk, speaking authentic Sichuan official language

And Jian Huozhi was so strange, she was serious and seemed to be immersed in her own world and had nothing to do with the outside world.

The day I met her, it was drizzling in the sky, bringing some shade to this midsummer. I feel that I should encounter a good thing today

As expected, she also came to the trapezoidal classroom

She was the idol goddess of my childhood, tortured the ignorant and confused minds of Erling and me for several years. It was not until I was fascinated by my mother's lush vineyard that I had no love for her

Of course, what made me unhappy was that there was a tall boy who was with her. The two of them behaved intimately, and it seemed that they were in the stage of passionate love.

This also made me feel a little less guilty about her. After all, I got to the other person's mother, making her dad's head green layer after layer.

Feng Ling's romance was obviously not passed on to her daughter. Fan Susu's gentle and beautiful nature has been famous since childhood. She has always been the camellia girl in my mind.

If the gears of time turn back and the flow of time will bring me back to the years of junior high school, I will still like the elegant and indifferent way she has bright eyes and good looks.

She came late, and it was a bit difficult to find a seat for two people.

Just as her eyes wandered, she saw me

In amazement, she smiled at me. Obviously, she recognized me, the junior brother of that year

I waved to her and pointed to the empty seat beside me. Sister Fan, please sit here.

I picked up the new student that day, but I didn't find you

Fan Suluo sat down beside me generously

I'll report a day in advance, you know, my dad has also been transferred here to work

I caught a glimpse of her boyfriend's unfriendly eyes

I deliberately ignored him and asked her with a smile: Is that person your boyfriend?

There was a hint of hesitation on her beautiful face. After a while, she slowly said: My dad told me that if there were any difficulties, I would come to me for two years.

Can I read extracurricular books in class?

I saw her put the book on the table, a book called "New Concept English" and "Crying Camel" by Sanmao, she playfully put down her mouth, Confucius's class... You will know in a while...

As soon as she finished speaking, an old man walked in. Although it was a hot day, he was still dressed up straight, with a white shirt and a red and black tie. He looked like Confucius in Lu Xun's writings.

I smiled and looked at Su Su and smiled.

Confucius talked about the chapters of "University Chinese" and "Er Ya" I had read in junior high school. Today he talked about the origin of Han culture. It is usually believed that there are two major sources: Penglai myth and Kunlun myth.

It's well-written, why don't you like his class, Sister Fan?

I was a little surprised that Confucius spoke vividly, and it started from the River Tu in "Er Ya" Kunlun. It proved that he had a profound foundation in Chinese literature and deserved to be a professional background.

No...

Fan Susu shook her head, her eyes flashed and wandered, as if she looked at her boyfriend sitting in the seat in front of her. Her boyfriend often dropped his head, looking very worried.

Oh, I know you should have taken this class. Today I thought it was raining and no one came to listen to the class. You went here to fall in love, right?

I told the secret of the world in one word, but I felt a little uncomfortable.

She blushed and pursed her lips: He originally wanted me to watch a movie with him, but I suggested that I come here.

I looked at her quietly. The fluff on her face was very thin, faint, and under the slightly dizzy light in the classroom, it showed a static beauty.

The enthusiasm in my chest gradually cooled down. I warned myself that this beautiful and quiet girl is already there. The goddess of the past has long become the moon shadow of the heavenly palace.

I'll leave first, this seat is given to your boyfriend

I dream of flowers, and I wake up, I want to break free from the frame of this dream as soon as possible

You wait a moment

She pulled off the corner of my clothes, pulled out a piece of paper from the book, hurriedly wrote a few lines of words, handed it to me, this is for you

I seemed to see a trace of trance and hesitation flashing in her gaze, and a faint shyness and joy.

I silently took the paper and walked out of the classroom. I was blushing with the street lights in the corridor. I saw it: White clouds are in the sky, and the mountain monuments are far away since their debut. Can the generals among the mountains and rivers still come back?

My heart is pounding

This calm night view is a really big temptation!

I feel that my body is floating like duckweed in the waves of a dream world, ethereal and comfortable, girl, you are the night dew towards the flowers

This is a story published in "The Legend of Emperor Mu"

When King Mu of Zhou left with Queen Mother of the West at the top of Kunlun Mountain, Queen Mother of the West sang: White clouds are in the village in the sky, the road from the distant hills is far and long, and you circumvent the mountains and rivers. If you don’t have an accident, can you come to me?

The drizzle was flying, hitting my face, cool, cool

And the boredom in my chest came inexplicably, like a giant spider, entangling my thoughts

I know, at this moment, my terrible sexual desire came again, like a huge poison, entering my blood, bright, but deadly

I looked at Yinlou and thought to myself, what is she doing?

The drizzle is slanting and the wind is making the cold, the light smoke is sparse and the willows are sunny on the beach

I miss the woman who is like a clear smoke, her unique tiredness, her lonely expression, and her sigh intentionally or unintentionally...

Today is not a day of pleasure, but I salivate with shameful lewd smiles, just because there is an evil knife in my chest

I believe that my soul is dark. As long as desire burns my chest, the big poisonous snake in my heart will poke out its tongue. At this moment, all moral codes are in vain and they are dead

I seemed to see her green tendons looming in the bottom of her thin and tender skin. Her limbs were entangled with me. Her fair body was twitching under my violent impact, bent and thrusting. Her whole body was woven by flames.

I suddenly rushed into the sky woven by the drizzle...

Many years ago, I, Erlang and Qiuli, once made a bet, whoever sees Susu's vagina first will be the boss.

I remember Qiu Li swearing that he would be the first to do it, not to be the boss, but to take a sneak peek

Qiuli's father is a tricycle driver

Give my son this poetic name, but because on the day Qiuli was born, Grandpa Qiu happened to die in a car accident.

So the old coachman named his son Qiuli, with a clear metaphor, which was the boy who killed his grandfather and had a tough life. He didn't love him very much since he was a child.

Seeing Fan Susu's naked body, Qiu Li is in a good position

Her father Fan Dong is our basketball team coach and rents a house in the Qiu family.

As the saying goes, God pays off. As the day approaches the Spring Festival, Qiuli found us and said in a light tone: Let's go, I'll take you to see it.

It was the afternoon of the 28th day of the lunar calendar. It was the spring rain at the end of the year. The dusk was approaching. In a grocery room on the second floor of the Qiu family’s old house, the three of us were lying on the wooden floor, staring at the cracks in the wooden boards.

Fan Susu was standing up from the bathtub, and her delicate body was radiating a beautiful and elegant light. However, our eyes were all focused on the bunch of black hair between our legs, like weeds, silk satin, and water-soluble charm

Our lower body was swollen, our breathing was rapid, and our heartbeat seemed to be about to pop out of our chest.

Qiuli pulled us to count, and then we reluctantly retreated

He only heard him say: I won this trip. I will show you it's a proof for you, but it's only this once. I'll tell you solemnly that I'm going to make a decision on this woman, don't come and argue with me, otherwise don't blame me for not saying hello in advance. It's not enough brother.

Erlan and I stared at each other in a daze, silent

I can see that Qiuli is serious. He is two years older than us and stays in our class.

The reason I dated him was that this kid was a bit bloody and very good at friends

Once, Erlang quarreled with someone, and later he wanted to beat him, but Qiuli and a group of people drove him away.

I dare not tell him, in fact, I have seen Su Su's naked body a long time ago

The black fuzz between the two thighs is tightly connected, like a slim bead flower

It was in the sine hall of an old house at the bottom of the small street. The light was dim and scary. Fan Susu didn't expect that when taking a bath at a classmate's house, he would be peeped by a young man who had just fallen in love.

She didn't know that this female classmate betrayed her and actually asked me to peek at her

I didn't know the reason at the time, but later I realized that it was due to a strong jealousy. Su Su was so beautiful!

I still remember the lewd look of the girl moaning under my crotch

Her name is Ding Yi, and she is a classmate of Susu, two years older than me.

Her mother and my mother were colleagues. She and I went on an outing organized by the unit.

When the car was galloping in the vast green suburbs, I noticed that Ding Yi often kept her eyes on me. Whenever I looked back, she would immediately move out the window, as if she was looking at the grass and sunshine.

Maybe, at that time, she naively thought I was a boy who was ignorant of sex.

So, when she signaled me to go to the old woods with her, and then suddenly reached out and teased my yang weapon, I smiled at her and she was stunned!

I stroked her lotus pod with my hands, and my hair was covered in lush hair, which made me covet her lotus pod. How should I hide my ecstatic love?

Ding Yi was obviously shocked, his body was trembling, and the originally a little arrogant tide was directly defeated by my boldness, leaving behind a delicate hissing moan.

I have always loved my full vagina, mature, bright and juicy, and make people involuntarily urge to make people feel so irritated that I don't like those little girls, childish and astringent

And she, naked, was filled with a kind of evil beauty, and silence was filled with fanaticism.

Under my majestic attack, she showed silence, the green shade of her vagina was covered with, messy, and unrestrainedly exuding the madness that a slut should have.

I don't have a good impression of her, just like Feng Ling, it's purely a sensual sensual sensuality and a morbid noise.

This is a pile of greasy, greasy meat, surrounded by a vulgar atmosphere

I fucked it because my mother once again rejected my courtship signal last night using the excuse of my father being at home, and she ignored it.

I think humans' revenge is so weird that they often destroy themselves in the hell of desolation. To say it is sadness or to say it is gentle, but who can see that there is loneliness flowing beside my black hair?

Watching the pile of rotten meat, driven by my yang instrument, the whole ball of it appears, accompanied by shameless white foam, and the whole ball of unknown moans

Her unrestrained and obscene sound echoed among the concave and convex mountains and valleys. The bubbles that I pulled out of my vagina were turbid and sticky, and they did not have the inner spirituality of my mother at all.

Mother is the end of the mountain stream flowing into the lake water, the refreshing silence, the blissful delirium... It can make people lose their souls in the bliss, and their souls gain endless liberation and freedom.

What about Susu?