Chapter 7

My fruitful autumn branches were picked to play with by mission, and in every gap in my mind, all my conscience and all my illusions jumped out to play with me at the same time; the journey of my desire to jump out of the sea of ​​the world actually exhausted me, and the life that I wanted to break my heart has cleansed my energy...

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Come on, girl, this is the most famous glutinous rice ball on Xidan Temple Street. Dipped with osmanthus sauce, it is the most delicious in the world

My mother took a glutinous rice ball with great care and placed it on the light green porcelain plate in front of Wang Xian.

Next to it is a small porcelain bowl filled with light red osmanthus sauce

Wang Xian smiled and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. A happy face released on his face. It tastes so delicious. Sister, how is this osmanthus sauce made? Where can I buy it?

I know she is now devoting her mother's favor.

Sure enough, the mother said happily, "It's hard for the girl to like to eat, so I'll ask Qiao'er to bring you a bottle back later."

She touched Wang Xian's slippery little hand kindly. This is what I made myself. Every year when the osmanthus is in full bloom, I pick it, put half a can in the osmanthus can, then peel off the sour plum meat, tear it into pieces, put it into the osmanthus can, and finally fill the jar with honey and seal it with wax. You can eat it in ten days. The older you get, the more you eat it, what I eat now is what I made last year.

My mother's osmanthus sauce has been eaten since I was a child

My favorite thing is to seep some ice water. Sitting in the yard, watching the distant mountains floating in the clouds and mist, and then savor the sweet feeling with a little sourness. The tongue is filled with a clear and distant taste. This fragrance travels through time and space. Even if it gets deeper over time, the fragrance will still float, engraved in the sky of my memory like a stunning geese.

Wang Xian squinted his eyes, stuck out his tongue intoxicatedly and licked it on his red lips a few times. Sister, you are so clever. Xiaoqiao inherited it from you, and he is also outstanding.

I stretched out my right foot under the table, followed her toes along her calves, then frozen them on the inside of her thighs, and picked them a few times

I saw her body as if she had been hit by Sun Wukong's immobilization method, her almond eyes glanced sideways, autumn waves flowed, and water was about to drip out.

But my mother didn't notice her expression, and just said modestly, "What's this? Qiao'er just can't concentrate. She learns everything and is not good at anything."

Her voice was so beautiful, just like the chirping of birds in the forest, flowing gently, and I seemed to hear the gurgling sound of water again

My left hand reached under the table and pinched my mother's thigh, "Mom, stop talking about me, say something else,

My mother's delicate face suddenly looked like a crimson red hidden in the calyx. Who said that beauty is easy to grow old?

Isn’t the best evidence for a slightly drunk mother?

Yes, yes, sister, it's not too late. I want to go back first, so you can rest early.

Wang Xian stood up tactfully, I knew that her lower body must be filled with dripping vaginal fluid, her spring-like expression was moving, and my heart was filled with joy.

It's good that Qiaoer, you'll send Teacher Wang to see you off. It's such a cold day, be careful of the road.

My mother was pinching her, lazy and seductive.

I was so happy when I saw it. There was the tenderness of willows and the delicate beauty of peach and apricots in this room. I really wanted to catch them all in one place, but I knew that this was just a spring dream after all.

My mother would never allow such a thing to happen. She once said that if others knew about our affairs, she would never live.

I believe

The cold moon is silent, the sky is vast and vast

I lowered my head and greedily breathed the cold wind blowing from afar, mixed with dust and faint fragrance of flowers.

Are you angry? Bridge...I, I'm sorry

Seeing that I was silent all the way, Wang Xian looked at me carefully, holding my hand, her hands were cold, Haoqiao'er, really, I just miss you... I'll come and see you, beg you, don't be angry...

Her soft Wu dialect is like a warm current on such a cold night. I was a little moved. I held her hand back, held her in my arms, gently stroked her, and kissed the black hair on her temples.

It's okay, I just don't want my mother to know about us. You have to know that we will be exposed one day when we are together.

I looked at her, like looking at a forest, a snow field, a grassland... I heard the sound of blood striking in my chest, my throat seemed dry, so eerie, I want to fuck you...

Here?

She asked softly, looking around, there was no trace of people on the desolate road, the wind blew the grass and trees on the roadside, the ink sky was without stars, and only the waning moon shone with a dismal white light

Of course... you open your feet a little, and your acupoint is so warm...

In the corner of the street, I took off half of Wang Xian's pants, put them on her bent legs, her plump butt naked in the cold wind

She gasped heavily, perhaps because of the tension and coldness, she was trembling a little. Bridge, come in quickly, I'm so cold...

Her obedience contains endless tenderness. At this moment, she is like my little wife, but she is not. She is my class teacher and Chinese teacher

The answer to her is my powerful insertion

She screamed a little, her cheeks radiating a charming look, and her eyes radiated with excitement.

What kind of love can make a beautiful, beautiful, dignified and elegant woman abandon her dignity and soul and surrender to the crotch of a young man?

In other words, it was a desire that tied her up on a steep steel wire, making her struggle between human nature and desire, the tighter she tied her up.

I can't believe that I have that magic that can make every mature woman transform into a young girl in front of my pale age

Could it be that there is really a kind of power in the dark that controls the ship passing through the ocean of my life?

I kept asking Cangqiong, but Cangqiong was speechless. I turned a string of questions into sharp swords and stabbed the woman who was moaning with pity.

Every time I burned my desire, I felt the young soul in my body fission, and the black demon implanted cancer cells in my body. I think sooner or later, I will be terminally ill and will never be reborn.

Call my husband, call me...

I ordered my teacher, the engineer of the human soul, to carry on my limbs with trembling and heavy impacts again and again. The clear air gradually became wet. Under the quiet night sky, Wang Xian's face was as if combing and washing, and tears of excitement floated in the corners of his eyes. Our intense love sound was frozen into a frozen airflow gathered in her low hills and valleys.

Perhaps because I have always maintained a standing posture, I feel tired, my legs gradually become numb, and I can't stand the heat and cold. Finally, I leaned into it, and the thick semen water was like a blue spring, and like the roots of a big tree hidden deep in the hills.

And tonight's moonlight, hazy and blurry, flowing down the white tiles, the residual snow seemed to be melted by the enthusiasm of both of us, dripping from the eaves ticks.

Wang Xian was tidying up his clothes, his eyes shining with tears, curled up in my arms, with warmth in silence, gentleness and docile...

Bridge, how great it would be if it could be like this every day...

Wang Xian had many thoughts on his face. She was sentimental, and her frowning willow eyebrows could not be stretched out at all times, just like Lin Daiyu in the Grand View Garden.

Very Xian'er, I read a book a few days ago, and there is a saying in it: 'One hour is a lifetime, a moment is close to eternity' I think we are the same

I know that one day, wrinkles will quietly cover her smooth face like the fallen leaves of the cold winter. Her eyes will no longer be as clear as water, leaving only the lingering sound of fatigue at the corners of the eyes, echoing in the past

I don’t know if that day, will I still be so attached to this day, like today and today…

Wang Xian cried

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The sky at night is always dark

The bleak moonlight dragged my lonely shadow so long, so long, and the world is so wide. Only one me is left, and I am having a dialogue between my heart.

The road in front of you is clean. Even if there are countless steps hustle and bustle here in the daytime, when blown by this cold wind, everything will appear white and thorough

I wonder if life can be like this, after a gust of wind and rain, thousands of romantic and romantic feelings are only destroyed in this moment

At this moment, I want to go home the most

My mother is waiting for me, under the misty light, in the soft quilt, waiting for me naked

When my coldness touched her heat, my whole world collapsed, in this intoxicating fragrance

What drank me was a mysterious fragrance. This was the mellowness in the aged wine. It often swelled the green boat under my crotch, turning into a light boat pulling white sails, sailing into the harbor where my mother's lips

I always think that the Creator is indeed magical. The same rice, water and salt are like the same crystal clear woman like my mother. This vast universe is full of incomprehensible mystery.

I gently caressed this gift of God. My mother's clam meat was impeccable. The warm juice and warm meat, a sweet and sour fragrance, filled with my breath

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ah, my daughter is red for a hundred years... Seven-point soft and sour, three-point wine, slid across my throat, unable to tell whether it is sweet, sour, or wine, but I feel sweet, sour, and wine. This subtle, wonderful, graceful, and exquisite is by no means anything in the world can express.

Mother was trembling, and the sound of moaning was like the notes that jumped on the stalks, and like the song of the pipa with the sound of bamboo dew drops. There were thousands of bamboo leaves falling down, and the shadows shone on the two tangled bodies. It was right or wrong, like a dream and a illusion.

Her whip is like a spring silkworm sprinkling silk, scattering and constantly, in the bamboo groves of the dark night, like a flute sound, and my penis is the long whip that night, playing the most brilliant and brilliant chapter in the world in the twitch and sound.

The wind roar outside gradually disappeared, with a whimpering sound

After my continuous twitching, my mother was like the wind blowing through the wheat waves, and like the ups and downs of the mountains, churning in the passionate winter

I leaned over to kiss her, her lips were as gentle as the rain in early spring, her tongue was hesitant between my lips and teeth, her moan was a song of joyful leap, and the sound of our yin and yang intersecting is a affectionate narration

In this way, between the ups and downs, we exchanged each other's energy and passion, gentle and harmonious, with a loose mood, a floating and intoxicating feeling.

She occasionally opened her eyes and looked at me flexibly. The jade-like water gently stroked my black hair. The pubic hair under her was like rows of neatly arranged small seedlings in the desert paddy fields, waving with the wind.

I was suddenly moved by the inexplicable feeling when I buried my head in the seedlings. The thin and long slit of my mother's vagina was suddenly pushed open by me. Straws of yin energy flowed into my rushing blood with vigorous power. This is a hint of primitive vitality.

When thousands of sperm in my mother's body poured on my penis in an invincible and fearless posture, I realized that the nervous and uneasy heart was bound by worldly morality, suddenly, and I was overjoyed.

This comes from the suggestion of sex, which is obscure and awkward, but it is truly presented to me

I have some sudden realization that life itself is an ever-moving miracle. People have an eternal expectation and persistence for life.

This world is so beautiful

Passion is a wave that never fades, a dream with wings

I think my mother thinks so too

Everything in this world is extremely wonderful. The most bitter thing is the sweetest thing. The extremely astringent place is the most sweet place, just like two sides of one body

Facing the tenderness released by my mother, as a son, I can only pick it up with my heart

The blending of yin and yang seems so soft at this moment, but the most important thing is to experience the fulfillment with your heart and move that kind of love with your heart

Promise me, Dad will come back tomorrow, don't do anything wrong

My beautiful mother naturally curved into an arc under my pounding, like a restrained morning glory, swaying in the wind

This sorrow requires real feelings with the fusion of body and mind. When my heart storms, how lucky I am to be able to be one with my mother and enjoy the most obscure romance in this world?

I understand what my mother means, how can you make mistakes again and again in life?

But God is destined that we are all a group of people who are persistent and have no regrets. We are destined to be until the moment when the landslides and the earth is broken and broken into pieces. I respect my mother's advice, but I don't know if I can do it.

OK, mom, I'll try to restrain myself

I drove at full speed again, completely ignoring the trembling of my mother, and imagined to lead her to the peak of happiness. The dull slap sound was beautiful, far beyond what reality could bear

Mother sighed, like the low voice of Mi Fei by the silence of the silence of the water, and like the passing wind, gently brushing through the helplessness of the wilderness.

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After everything was transformed and distorted, people finally went to the most ordinary place and examined their original wishes: What was my wish for life in the past?

If I still have a wish in the future, what wish should I make?

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When my father got home, it happened to be 5:30 pm

The sound of cars rumbling, and it was still the dilapidated Beijing Jeep. It was rolling over the snowy road table and stopped outside the door with a giggle.

Hurry, Qiaoer, you go out first

The mother let out a long breath, and her hot breath was discharged from her nose, and she heard it like a baby crying in her ears.

I felt nervous and excited. I raised my penis from my mother's tight vagina and stuffed it into my cotton sweatpants.

My mother seemed in a hurry and quickly tidied up her lower body. Why don't you go quickly?

She glared at me fiercely, her angrily eyes full of charming autumn waves.

Dad, you're back

Wenjing's father looked even thinner in his grandfather's leather robe. His face was rough and pale due to the wind. In addition, the pair of deep purple glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look even more haggard.

I feel a little sad. My father has been sleeping outside for many years, although it is for the career he loves, but also for this family?

Well, I'm back from Qiao'er, have you listened to your mother at home?

Seeing me choked, my father patted my shoulder comfortably, and said, "It's great to go home."

Dad, mom is in the inner room to get you hot water, where is the driver?

I looked at Xiao Wu, the driver who was starting the car. Why didn’t Uncle Xiao Wu come in and sit?

Hey, he is in a hurry to go home quickly. In such a cold weather, he is newly married again. This time he is with us for a few days, but he has ruined his life.

My father laughed and watched the Beijing Jeep that released a lot of black tail gas gradually fading away. He looked like his father was in a good mood.

Why do you say such things to your child when you come back?

My mother stood gracefully at the door, staring at her father as if she was angry and not angry. Her face was full of joy and her eyebrows were filled with strange charm.

Yes, yes, hehe, I'm back

My father hurriedly stuffed the whole package into my hand. Qiao'er, you took these things to the room and divided them, some of them to the neighbors.

I saw my father's shocked expression. I knew in my heart that it was a few days since I saw my mother. My father found that my mother was more charming than before, so he rushed to help me away.

But he didn't know that it was because he had just had sex with me that his mother showed that lazy and seductive style

Alas, I'll give one to Erlang's house later

I promise

Every time my father goes out, he always brings some local specialties to his neighbors. In addition, his mother is dignified and humble and kind, so our family is famous for being a good person here.

There was a strong fragrance in the room, mixed with the smell of women's rouge powder and floral water. I think, maybe my mother was afraid of the smell of the air, so she took out this thicker perfume and sprayed it.

My father sneezes several times as soon as he entered the house. Why is it so fragrant?

Well, I just took out some old clothes to prepare for winter. There was a bit of a odor, so I sprinkled some perfume, but accidentally knocked it over

Sure enough, the bottle of flower dew fell horizontally on the table

I found that there was a three-point shame in my mother's eyes, two-point weird and one-point proud. Her eyes were connected, and her face flushed. She glanced at me sideways and ignored me anymore.

My father, who had just entered the house, did not see the little movements between us at all, and was still immersed in the joy of going home.

Perhaps for wanderers who leave home, home is really the habitat of the soul, real and real

My eyes gradually became wet

Every time my father left home, for some reason, I always feel a little disappointed and always feel that in life seems to be missing something important

Although I can love my mother, I am more sad and confused when I love you

My father's generous and heavy smile told me that the world of three people is the most perfect, and this kind of family happiness cannot be replaced by anything.

Father, I really want to cry, joy makes me feel heartbroken, forgive my absurdity and unrestrainedness over the years

Although I have long been depressed and degenerated, the nightmare is like a long rope that has been tightened by my fragile neck, I dare not rush to the chair with the footrest.

After the salty tears, a heart-wrenching pain swam around me. Every time I dreamed of it late at night, I felt like I was in the endless snow, drops of black blood flowing through...

However, I have become a prodigal son who never looks back, obsessed with my mother's round and green peaks, and the abundant honey milk attracts me to nourish me. The wide mons pubis is like a fertile plain, with a warm palace built there, storing endless energy, waiting for me to grab...

Many years later, I read an article, and just one glance was enough to make me shocking

… Then, the lovesick flowers in your hand should be treated as a comfort from the distant night sky, unknown stars! The soft flower grains emit a faint fragrance after rubbing, without a sad breath, nor sigh, comfort is just comforting itself, just like a person's tears at the end, without complaining about anyone or regretting any promises, they are all the road to fire. The promised one is not ignorant, and if you want to see it, you will be trapped in a sea of ​​fire because of your promise, you will definitely see the copper cabinet coiled by mosquitoes and flies under the bushes, with the talisman of gods: ‘You made the first choice to be a mother, now, I will give you the second choice and the last time; there are forgotten fruits and a glass of blood wine, and you will learn to betray after drinking it. All the sufferings on you will be eliminated, and you will regain your complete self, like a virgin who has never been born.’

This is written for my mother, and it is not written for me. This is a choice for my mother, and it is also for me.

I looked at the fragments of snow outside the window swaying in the wind. After a few days, it will be the Spring Festival.

I hope this is a good harvest. The glass near the window is covered with a faint mist. I sing my palms together, praying for the arrival of sweet rain. The yoke carrying the soul who hopes to remove the heavy yoke and let the breeze blow the darkness, no matter whether tomorrow is dawn or deeper black...

If only the last purple acacia flower is left in my palm, I will dedicate it to my father and mother, making this purple as quiet as the sea, pure and beautiful

Although there is a glimpse of melancholy, decadent and even desolate shadow hidden in the light

In fact, this is also the background of a seventeen-year-old boy, sensitive, ambiguous and obscure life