the Hangover (楔子 + 续1-3 )

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【Hangover】

Author: Texas Electric DrillOnly in the first club

Wedge

That is One evening in the late summer, the hot and humid wind came with the barking of the dogs in the dark alley. The sky was hazy and half-dark, and the morning star did not arrive as scheduled. The mountains in the northeast were faintly flashing with thunder and lightning. The flying swallow seems to be about to stage a suspected summer night case, when the rain is about to come and the clouds cover the moon.

I walked back with a watermelon and a bottle of foreign wine in my arms. People were in a hurry in the cramped streets. The people who closed the stalls and shouted for their children, bowed their heads and rode the battery car, and no one glanced at anyone. , the scattered leaves were like a sharp blade scraping past my ears, and I naturally began to draw a picture in my slightly drunk head - the devil poured out from the wormhole at the end of the street, grinning. I occupied the bodies of the fleeing human beings, and I, a brave man, walked backwards with a knife and wine, strangling all the demons, and finally the demon lord took his ex-girlfriend hostage and was stabbed by me righteously Cut into two pieces. What kind of story is this... I reached out and wiped the sign with the words "Wutong Street" and smiled, it should be called "Wutong Street Youth Murder Case".

I'm really drunk... I thought about it like this, and finally I saw the second-story building at home. The small windows on the second floor showed soft lights, like that The missing star.

I was leaning against the door, with the wine bottle under my arm and my right hand rummaging through the satchel, I finally took out the key, and the moment I opened the door, the wind poured in violently, Mixed with the fresh citrus smell in the house, it made my wooden head suddenly twitch.

Her eyes drifted away, a quiet and elegant woman squatting under the dim light, wearing a cotton home black and white striped skirt, was fiddling with the sweeping robot with her head lowered, tapping, tapping, saying : "This little thing is broken again. Today, it's been on strike for a day. I charged it three times, and it didn't move." Don't put it behind her ear, revealing a ruddy face and a white neck, with a shallow pear vortex at the corner of her mouth, and the artistic lights above her head hang down like a waterfall, condensing on her body. Arms go back and forthbeautiful jade-like light shining, the whole figure is like a statue Venus that will move by itself at midnight, this is my mother.

"Drunk again." My mother wrinkled her nose and didn't lift her head, obviously smelling the alcohol on me. She pouted towards the dining table in the back hall: "Nuo, the honey water is on the table, and your dad's hangover medicine is on the second floor on the left of the TV cabinet."

I Without answering, he went straight to the sofa and sat down, watching her back. The long hair in a casual ponytail is slanted to one side, and the back of the head has the smell of doing things seriously, the shoulders and arms present a rounded and full angle, and the slender waist reveals a kind of With a strong sense of tenacity, the buttocks are plump and round, the curves of the waist and hips are exaggerated in comparison, and my desire suddenly surges like a black tide outside the window.

The mother turned around at this time, and the condensed light spots suddenly dispersed from her body. To describe it in terms of physics, it is called irregular escape.

She looked into my eyes and seemed to smile: "Why, what a big child, you have to be a mother to serve you?"

I covered my face with a pillow , muttering: "Go cut a watermelon first..."

"You really need to call your mother." My mother stood up, and I heard her slippery slipper walking away,
After a while, my leg touched her soft flesh, and my mother pinched me and said angrily, "Old and youngI'm going to be your donkey."

I didn't speak, but my mother reached out and poked me: "What's wrong? Rou Rou is not with you?"

"Which Rou Rou?" I rolled over.

"What are you pretending to be, your little girlfriend."

"Oh, we broke up."

"Really?" My mother reached out and took me away With the pillow covering my face, I straightened my body and looked at me: "When is it?"

"Today." Sitting cross-legged resulted in a smear of bright red between the skirts that retreated to the knees and squeezed into a narrow triangle area, hidden in the deep darkness, and could not be seen clearly, but it made my heart skip a beat. shoot.

"Baby, don't talk nonsense." My mother didn't realize that she was gone, so she leaned down and looked at me seriously.

"Baoyou, this is not to be worn!" My dazed mind began to interrupt again, and I remembered the classic quotations from Mr. Zixuan in the show "Everyday Appreciation of Treasures". In this scene, I suddenly felt I find it a little funny.

"What about you." My mother hit me, a little displeased.

"I really broke up." I stared blankly at her middle-aged but still vivid face, and the long hair that was pinned behind her ears fell out. When I got down, the thin suspenders were entwined like snake tails and hung down into the neckline. I was drinking: "The softness in your mouth is on another man's bed."

"Tell me three days ago to go to Lake City for business, but someone saw her car in Huacheng yesterday."

"I followed for 40 kilometers, they went to Chenghu Park for a walk, Jingmai Mountain Villa had dinner, I also went to Tianjing Amusement Park for bungee jumping. The last stop was Guanlan Hotel. I went in last night, but I haven’t come out at noon today. If there wasn’t a third person, I would believe they went in to fight landlords. Yes." After speaking like a barrage, I sniffed and asked my mother, "Is there any other details that I need to explain?"

Mother was silent for a while, quiet. The space where we can only hear our breathing one after another.

After a long sigh, "You said that Rourou is a child, why is this?"

"Rourou? Is it still called Rourou? Jiang Minrou is a bitch. , shameless slut!" My mouth was completely opened, and the sweet smell of alcohol filled my breath, like an old cow ruminating its cud.

"Hey..." My mother covered my mouth, her slender hands were soft and her skin was delicate, which made me take a sip of the fragrance.

"What are you doing? I just scolded her. She doesn't want my baby. That's her loss."

"Women all over the world are a virtue." I was so angry that I didn't even notice that my mother was in the damage range of my AOE skill.

My mother didn't care about me. She gently pressed her forehead against mine and said softly, "Don't talk nonsense, my baby is so good, it's too late for my heart to feel bad."

"Excellent ass! I can't even handle a woman."

The mother laughed dumbly: "You are judged by women, how did I teach you when you were young? Yes, This child, how come the older he gets, the less he follows the old mother."

"I just follow you too much."

"Then listen to mother, let's be stronger. , you can't let a woman who doesn't want you see a joke."

My nose was sour, and I broke free from her arms as if trying to be brave: "I'm so fragile, you're used to it."

p> "Yes, yes, mother is used to it, and mother is happy to be used to it." She squeezed my arm tightly, almost leaning on me.

I noticed her newly pierced ears, a Cartier clou stud gleaming with crystal.

"Does it look good?" My mother also noticed my eyes and touched my earlobe: "Do you remember, your first ear piercing was taken by your mother? "

How can I not remember, my birthday wish when I just turned sixteen was to get my ears pierced, my mother took me to eat seafoodI picked a new computer, and the two of them are still playing After playing for an afternoon, he took me to have my ears pierced that night.I was grinning on the chair in the small shop, and my mother was laughing beside her, leaning back and forth: "I'm afraid of the pain, I'm afraid of the pain
Come on, I'll tell you what you want to call out..."

"I don't regret it later, you didn't listen to your father's words when you were in school, you had to wear earrings to go to school, and it hurt you Madam, I will go to your teacher every other day and explain to your teacher that this is what the fortune-teller told me to wear it. Now that I have grown up, I don't see wearing it anymore. Let me see if the hole has grown." The mother pinched it. I checked my earlobe over and over, and I poked my head: "What do I regret, I have done something I regret?"

"Yeah." My mother snorted with satisfaction: " This is like my son."

"Do you remember this?"

She gently pulled down the suspenders of her sleeveless skirt, the straps of her red lace underwear Hanging on the delicate and beautiful collarbone, together with the deep cleavage squeezed by this posture, it jumped into my eyes instantly, my eyelids jumped, but she suddenly turned halfway.

I saw a Corolla rose tattooed on her right shoulder blade, and the texture of the petals also subtly incorporated my initials "WJ"

"Remember , how can I not remember." I also pulled down the T-shirt tacitly, tattooed a butterfly in the same position, and the half of the butterfly's wings was also embedded with my mother's surname "C".

"It's great." My mother smiled and leaned over to admire my tattoo, and said, "It's said that my son can't help it when he's olderMother, I thought you had already gone to wash it."

It was the summer of graduating high school. I once again begged my mother to take me to get a tattoo. My mother asked me again and again that the tattoo could be washed off, and she took me to get a tattoo of such a small tattoo. Butterfly.

When the owner of the tattoo parlor laughed and teased that our couple had good tattoos, my mother happily wrapped her arms around my neck and announced with great pride: "Yes! This is my little lover. !" At that time, the radiant expression on her face seemed to be projected again through the time tunnel onto the delicate face that had only left a trace of the years in front of me, and my eyeswas slightly moist. What a close mother and son they used to be.

"Narou... Did your ex-girlfriend ask you where the tattoo came from?"

"No, she hasn't seen it yet."

"What, you haven't... that what?" Mother said halfway through, feeling inappropriate, blushing and changing the words.

"I like to do it backwards and don't let her see it."Mixed together, intentionally or unintentionally, swear words.

"Damn it, little bastard! You can say anything in front of your mother!"

She was slapped like a burning thigh, and her mother stretched out her hand to tear it apart. My mouth and face seemed to be dripping water.

A kind of breath of water and milk blending that can only be found between mother and child is rising and permeating, I look at my mother's pretty face, and my voice is with some indescribable trembling: "Then accompany me to drink some more. ?"

"What are you drinking, look at you, do you remember when you came back?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Mom."

"What are you doing?"

"Mom."

"Um."

p> "Mom."

"You're a repeater, you? You can drink if you want, why is it so annoying." My mother laughed, always taking my coquettish Dafa.

"Go get some ice cubes and Red Bull."

"Yes, yes, my eldest young master." The mother jokingly flattered, got up and went to the refrigerator, bent over to open

br/>In the bottom freezer, the fat buttocks exaggeratedly stretched out the cotton fabric, and the edges of the panties were tight again, tying back the two full moon-like buttocks. The black and white stripes on the skirt twisted into the kind of whirling, hypnotic pictures on the internet that caught my eye.

I was short of breath and asked her, "Where's the wine glass?"

"Your dad's wine cabinet, please reach out."

Wine cabinet On the left side of the refrigerator, I got up and walked towards my mother. As I passed her, I slapped her fat ass with my hand.

"You really are no big or small and lawless!" Once again, my mother's face was full of Xia Fei, and she stretched out her hand and squeezed hard on my ass.

I screamed in pain and teased me with alcohol: "You screwed it back, it's not even."

"Humph." She lowered her head with a sigh and continued. Scooping ice cubes, the half collarbone exposed at the neckline is connected to the muscles of the chestSmooth and flat, firmly hanging a pair of breasts that are not huge but still upturned in a suitable position, the mother's body is full of With the charming charm of a woman, her eyes are still black and white like a young girl, in this small world, only me and her are left.

My eyes began to blur, the rotten taste of the residual wine between my tongue scorched my tongue, and finally the wind was blowing outside the window.

…… Continued

The rain on the summer night came swiftly and warmly, and a wave of rain beat past like a drum, stirring up the sweet and earthy smell from the window
Mouth came in, I took a bite of the watermelon, and poured half a bottle of Yege into the draft beer mug, along with both iced black tea and Red Bull, and then I drank a spoonful with a mixing spoon. , the smell of Huoxiangzhengqi water hits my forehead, I think I can do it again.

The mother was worried: "You can't drink like this, you've been drinking as much."

"It's okay, your son, I claim to be massive."

The mother chuckled. : "Don't be too big, your father and son are one dish, and it's not like you haven't seen your dad's virtue every time he gets drunk."

This is true, my dad used to drink When I got drunk, I sang to my dog, and when I entered the door, I said: "There is a big ox by the Qingqing River, and there is a wild girl on the ox's back..."

At this time, the dog will cooperate with the bark. Sheng, the three-year-old Bian Mu had a deep helplessness in his eyes.This dog later developed Alzheimer's. Before that, he knew he was going to eat as soon as the dog's bowl rang, but after he became dementia, he couldn't.
I went to open the refrigerator to get three dishes and one soup...

When I told this joke, it was the summer vacation of my freshman year, and my mother, who had just quarreled with my father, was lying on the second floor with me I looked at the stars through the skylight on the bed in my room, she laughed out the tears she had held back, laughing all over the bedI lay by my side and helped her gently wipe away the tears Reflecting the galaxy, my mother said to me with a tearful smile: People have to learn to bend over and pick up happiness in the mud.

Then I stole the Maotai that my father kept, and had a good drink with my mother. The half-drunk mother held her cheeksbare feet and used the brush I was practising calligraphy on me. On his desk, he wrote a poem: "Life is a drunken life."

After writing, she was drunk and looked at me with a pouty mouth: "My dear, is your mother good at writing?"

My mother's education and influence on me is always subtle , many years later, it can actually give me a sense of surprise when looking down at the past.

What was the last time I was so intimate with her, what kind of node did I feel, and what kind of mood did I have? I was scrambling in my chaotic mind. On the contrary, the farther away the memory became, the clearer it was. .

We may be border shepherds with Alzheimer's disease, forgetfulness has formed inertia, and all happiness and joy, joys and sorrows or separation and reunion can no longer be stimulated in the buffer zone formed by age and experience. There is a wave, and those who have traversed the cherished emotional memories may one day go for a walk and never come back.

I think againOops, one of my drunken states is that I'm very emotional and my thinking is very divergent. I have to stop this momentum, so I poured a glass to my mother: "You can taste it."

Mother Taking a sip, he frowned and said, "Are you mixing too much wine, why is it smelling righteous?"

I imitated Zhao Benshan: "This is Authentic...Tai Chi Huoxiang Zhengqi..."

Mother connected: "Liquid!"

The two of them laughed at the same time, and I said, "You don't think you can get too much alcohol. How much? Could it be that you forgot the Long Island iced tea we drank when you sent me to college to report. You thought that the wine was not enough and finally made it yourself. Adding wine seems like you don’t need money.”

"Don't mention the brave man back then, don't look at how old your mother is now." Her mother rolled her eyes.The face that had just been drinking was like a pigeon's blood ruby ​​under the purple light, with a scorching look She was so dazzling, a strand of hair stuck to the corner of her lips, and her whole body suddenly radiated bright light in this soft atmosphere.

"Aren't you the goddess of the tempered glass back then? Beer stepped on the box, liquor was a pound, my roommate even gave you the title of Southwest Dice King and Boxing King."

The mother laughed wildly: "Who told you guys to drink so badly, five people in a dormitory lie down to four, it's thanks to you that you inherited me, otherwise you have to lie down too. ”

“Then go for one?”

“Go for one.”

Mother and son touched the cups, the mother raised her head and drank it, Lielie wiped his mouth and squinted at me provocatively.

"Well, yes, this hero is quite a bit of the momentum of the year, two more punches?"

"If you don't come, you won't come, you will become more and more no big or small. "

"What's the matter, I drink so much and you're still cowardly?"

"Bah! I'll take you as a motherfucker! When did you beat me?" ”

Mother took off her slippers and stepped on the sofa with one leg and wanted to play the image of a charter woman. Before finishing the performance, she couldn’t hold it anymore.Laughing, she fell backwards, and her legs opened in an instant. , the red inside finally came out in broad daylight, and the mysterious area where the narrow panties wrappedthe roots of the thighs appeared in front of my eyes, and the flesh at the roots of the legs and the slightly raised flesh mounds squeezed down Some lace hollowed-out flowers came out, my heart skipped a few times, and while wrapping my arms around my mother, I quietly felt a hand on her waist. The fabric of the skirt was so thin that I could feel the flexibility of her figure. The flames that almost pierced out of her body to choose someone to devour.

"Cough, cough... Uh, pay attention to the image, you are a few decades old."

"Why, do you think your mother is an old woman? Well, go outside and find you. My sisters drink it." The mother pretended to be angry, and turned around in one go. Now she looks like a young woman with flowers, and time seems to be dragged at will by her as a progress bar.

"I don't have any younger sisters...I can't stand any of them and let her run away."

"But it's not that there are none."

I sold a pass: "I really know a sister like this, she has a gentle personality and a good figure, fair skin, beautiful appearance, high temperament, Wen Neng writes quatrains with a pen, and Wu Neng goes down on a horse. "

The mother turned her face and smiled in her eyes: "Whose girl is this good? Come back and be my daughter-in-law."

" This is very difficult. Sister Chen fell from the sky, like a light cloud just came out."

"Oh, are you sour, do you think people are frivolous in their belly?" No, sister Chen isBone is very strange and not vulgar. "I hung my book bag seriously.

The mother smiled and bent down: "This sister Chen said not to be your daughter-in-law, she still likes to be your mother."

"Really? That's really a pity. "I shook my head and sighed, and my eyes quickly swept across the waves drawn by the pair of full breasts when she straightened up, and the two red underwear straps were squeezed into pieces and slanted to the shoulders." br/>Various styles.

The skeleton is really a portrait of the mother. What is the skeleton? Not in the literal sense, I focus on my mother's figure, her shoulders are thin and flat, and only her arms show some plumpness typical of middle-aged women, compared to the heavy breasts. , and still thin.

Compared with the upper body, the unique product is naturally waist and hip. The mother who practices yoga has no fat on the waist, slender and full of strength, and the two muscle lines on the waist and back that are slightly undulating after long-term exercise are connected The point of the waist is the thinnest place, followed by an amazing ups and downs of the lower plate, the big butt is like a natural smooth and round gemstone ring face is set at the connection of the waist and legs, walking in the sitting room It's an irresistible swaying style, not to mention the two straight and firm thighs, which are so overlapped at the moment, pushing the position of the butt back half a degree, this is not a "bone" Qingqi and non-vulgarity"?

This is my new interpretation of the classics of Chinese studies. As a gag method that I have always used in my student days, my mother called it"Absurd interpretation", and I retorted her that it was also yours. For example, when I read in a book and read "There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting, such as learning, such as thinking, such as grinding", I asked my mother how to explain this sentence, and I was studying my PSP game console.Mother raised her head and thought for a while, then said, "This is called... a small tree that doesn't straighten without repairing."

I don't know if it was the bartender that I just finished eating or if my mother was really tempting tonight, the gun I finally pressed down raised my head again.

Okay, now it's time to let my alcoholic brain get distracted. After all, if you're drunk, you don't think about it, so can you be calleddrunk?

The matter of Oedipus was not produced by the sperm in my brain after I was drunk tonight. It must be well-founded. You will start to fantasize about the puberty of a woman's white tits and white ass.

At that time, my mother was thirty-four years old, which is the age of maturity and unrestrainedness. Now I can search through my alcoholic mind with a few keywords and get the results. It was my childhood without regrets, and my adolescence was still unruly, all thanks to the doting, conniving, accomplice-type education of my open-minded, gentle and generous mother.

There are so many words to describe it.

At the age of a newborn calf, in the dead of night, it is inevitable that one or two legendary handjobs will be required to fall asleep, and a lot of time of adolescence, there is a lot of time to do this matter.

Young and frivolous, happy time.

On the night of the two-week military training at the end of the school, the grasshoppers on the plane tree gave a concert as usual. Well-developed little girls are only suitable for secret love in the spring flowers and autumn moon, not for the lustful lust of melon Tian Li Xia, and the class teacher with big breasts and fat butt is temporarily qualified for this position, but he is just receiving In the official basketball game, I couldn't bear the heavy sleepiness and missed this routine hormonal vent.

After being held back for two weeks, I naturally began to have a spring dream. It was only when the big tits class teacher used her pair of big breasts to push my breasts, and it was like a column. This hair is extraordinarily long, and the first time I had wet dreams, I was also very comfortable. When I woke up, I found that a pair of panties had shot me in a mess, as if I had just fished out of a honey jar. Under this wave of afterglow and drowsiness, I put my panties on the bedside.

In the middle of the night, whatever, my mother always washes my underwear anyway.

After a night of fighting in a dream, I overslept early the next morning, and my father's voice first came from outside the door: "This kid is itchy? Don't you need to go to school? ”

With my mother, my father always had nothing to do with me, so I coughed twice and went back to sleep.

"What are you doing, I'll take a look. My son is not feeling well." With the sound of the door, the mother walked in lightly.

"My dear, are you not feeling well?" My mother put her warm hand on my forehead and said after a while, "I don't see any fever."

Again Waited for a while.

"Don't you want to go to school today?" My mother's voice appeared in my ear, scratching my face like a fringe of hair, and the fresh aroma filled my lungs.

"No... I'm not going." I rolled over and answered in a daze, the father's questioning came from outside the door, and the mother replied, "My son is not feeling well, today Let him rest at home."

"He was still alive and kicking last night, why is he not feeling well this morning?" His father's suspicious voice came, as if he wanted to come in to find out.

My mother said, "Don't worry about it, I'll call their teacher and eat your breakfast."

I covered my head with the quilt and heard my mother pushing my father out , there was a sense of peaceful happiness between half asleep and half awake.

When I was about to fall into the cage-return mode, my mother folded in again and walked out.

I suddenly opened my eyes and straightened up.

My mother was holding the panties that were soaked in my cum.

This time, I was no longer drowsy, and I came to my senses that my mother had gone downstairs, and the sound of my father placing a plate and holding chopsticks came. ?"

Mother said softly, "Maybe I'm tired from military training recently."

Father snorted: "You are squeamish, you can get used to it, sooner or later you will have to get used to it. Something's wrong."

"I'd love to! You can't wait for your son to get better."

I sneaked to the balcony and looked down, and my mother happened to be on the balcony on the first floor. There was a washing machine there.In the early morning sun, she unfolded my panties in her hands, looked over and over for a while, turned slightly sideways, and suddenly sniffed at the tip of her nose. Suddenly, the beautiful brows gradually opened.

One of her calves is raised, and the vans shoes on her feet are shining with milky white light. I also have a pair of the same pair.

She turned around again, I was startled, and hurriedly dodged, but my mother was not looking at me, she seemed to be sureFather was there, and then she raised my panties and buried them in The tip of the nose, this time it paused for a few seconds or a dozen or so, then suddenly it cluckedlaughed.

The father's voice came: "What's wrong with you in the early morning?"

"It's okay"

The mother's face was rosy, and she looked at the sycamore tenderly New shoots on treetops.

It was a sunny day, and the cool morning breeze rustled through the flowers and trees in the courtyard. The mother stood upright in the small balcony like that, her figure stretched beautifully in the breeze, the back hem of the floral dress was suddenly propped up by the fat hips in an arc, and the hand of the wind was blowing slowly , After that, my eyes never left this woman who is different from other women for a moment.I have countless times in my charming dream, which is exclusively for my mother-the big ass.

......

Continued 2

"Hey! Punch punches! Five leaders, six six six..." The mother was excited and learned to match Taiwan with Hong Kong Chuan Pian played a trick. She put her ponytail in a bun and tied it with a blue hair band, revealing her slender, white and tender neck. Noble, like the ethereal lady in the mural.

She raised her arms and did a stretching exercise, twisting her neck back and forth a few times, the breasts wrapped in the underwear on the side showed some signs, and even trembled slightly, her armpits were slightly shaken. Clean, smooth and beautiful.

I came back to my senses and saw that the draft beer mug containing the wine had been covered with a hazy wine mist, and the reddish brown liquid was still frantically bubbling upwards, Peeking at mother through the cup, her figure was refracted into a flickering light and shadow, surrounded by crystal foam, like Aphrodite at a Dionysian party.

The only punches my mother can draw is fifteen or twenty-five. She always wins more and loses less at the wine table, but tonightshe let me on purpose, and I was hit by me all of a sudden. After pouring four glasses in a row, my eyes became blurred. I planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue and refill my mother's wine glass. My mother was shocked and waved her hands again and again: "If you don't come, you won't come, how can you treat your mother like this."

Her hands were against her chest, she burped a little wine, her white fine teeth bit her lower lip, and the lines on her red lips showed a charming luster, I think So fascinated, I choked on the wine.

My mother hurriedly came over and slapped me on the back, my chest was against my arm, I coughed even harder, and my mother was distressed and reproached: "Look, look, I'm drinking too much. The rounds are not divided, so drink this much tonight, darling, I'll go get you honey water."

"Wait."

I Taking advantage of Jiu Jin to get close to her intentionally, he took her hand, rested his head on her shoulder, and sniffed her body fragrance like a drug addict.

"Why are you doing this to your own body after breaking up?" There was still some blame in the mother's tone, but it wasn't murdering me.

I curled my lips: "Hey, what's the matter? I'm being cuckolded..." My mother coveredmy mouth again.

"Nonsense again, are you married to someone Jiang Minrou? It's not your wife, so why are you wearing that......that green hat?"

"She is good to me I was as shy as a virgin in bed when I was in bed, but now I turn my head and go to another man's bed, Fuck..."

I didn't go on, my mother never liked it I swear.

"I thought you young people are quite open in this regard." My mother turned her head to look somewhere, leaving the back of her head for me, and I restrained myself from sniffing at her tender white earlobe. The urge to rub her shoulder.

She paused, then asked me, "That...you confessed to your mother, and you have harmed a few girls."

"Jiang Minrou or Qi Shuangshuang? Or maybe there are other I don't know?"

"Qi Shuangshuang..." I pulled out this name from the depths of my memory, it belongs to my first love.

"All." I answered honestly, and added: "About six."

"How could I have given birth to your little bully." The mother sighed helplessly With a loud slap, he slapped his chest: "Fortunately, I didn't make something that couldn't be concluded."

"What?"

"I asked for it."

She twisted her neck, bowed her head and sighed: "I'm old, I'm really old, I only drank three cups, or four cups?"

"By the way...you still remember Qi Shuangshuang. Don't you dislike her?"

"Nonsense, how can I dislike her." Mother retorted lightly, stared at me with wide eyes, and laughed angrily: "YouTell me! Why don't you like people!"

When my mother said something insincere, she was basically impeccable, the only flaw was that her eyes would show timidity for a moment, or be embarrassed by being poked, It is extremely difficult to capture, but I can't hide the fact that I have been with her mother and son for so many years.

"Okay..." Under the offensive of my eyes, my mother was the first to lose, and said, "I really don't like her, because she is too much like me and is too possessive. "

"Which mother would want to give her precious son to a strange woman who is too possessive? Even if she may have a relationship with her in the rest of her life." You get along day and night, far more than you've gotten along with your mom these years."

"But you're smart, you can't hide anything from you."

I said, "If you really like people, you won't have that kind of communication that is too polite. />The pretence of this generation is to reject people for thousands of miles invisibly. Think about how you treat me and Jiang Minrou?"

I continued, "I can see that you like Jiang Minrou. Min Rou, you treat her the same as me, but she failed me, and also failed you."

"No." The mother shook her head.

Her sigh was like a gust of autumn wind rushing into the aging wilderness: "I am not treating others like you are, this is just a compromise of interpersonal relationships, I hope that my daughter-in-law will be in the future. Can leave a part of you to me, and leave it to your mother"

We pressed our heads together and said nothing to each other.

After leaning on for a while, my mother suddenly rubbed my hair and said, "When did you go to dye your red hair?"

"Just this morning, I changed my hair color and changed my mood. ." I leaned against her soft forearm and stretched comfortably.

"It doesn't look good, but black is suitable for you." My mother wiped my hairline with her thumb and couldn't help laughing: "Like a rambutan."

"I learned from you." I reached out and took off her hairband and let her hair down again. Mother shook her head and protested silently, but I also let me play with the ends of her hair. , there is a faint yellowish color on it, which has not faded.

"Nonsense, where did I dye such a color?"

"The band you liked before is from? Japan, the red-haired drummer in it is still a

br/>Composer."

I hummed a melody of a piano piece I remembered, and I always liked to sleep in the afternoon when I was a boy. I woke up listening to this piece in countless evenings. When I open my eyes, it is all things that have been worn out by the twilight, and my eyes are full of sadness. On the wall is an Okinawan-style swimsuit pictorial from the last century. Under the palm tree, Ryoko Hirosue’s smile is a pictorial. Ukiyo-e outlines the edges and corners of the waves.
In the yellow of the 1990s, I watched the afterglow of the setting sun dissipate in the corner of the window little by little, the darkness gradually descended, and the loneliness washed away like a boundless giant wave.

Later, I learned about the so-called "twilight phobia" in the book, and the source of my earliest symptoms probably came from this.

The cure for these is still my mother, who will do things in my room at this time, or trim the green plants she has grown on the windowsill, or kneel in the closet In front of me is folded my clothes and trousers, and occasionally sitat my desk and do graffiti on my T-shirt, usually sketches, drawing her favorite roses or roses, or a bunch of shadows The handsome tree, the painter is very simple and generous, if you draw characters, it is similar to the style of the early days of Riman with thick ink and deep outlines. After painting, you will sign your name in the corner, and then look back gently. Me: "Get upWe have garlic prawns for dinner tonight."

Silently, she always pulls me back to this world with her mother's love at the right moment , pull back to her side, take care of my grievances, and watch over my emotions.

"With out you, that's x-japan," said the mother.

"Yes, yes, yoshiki, what's your Chinese name, Lin Jiashu? Isn't he the one who kills Matt?"

The mother's feelings are undoubtedly abundant Yes, in addition to painting, she is more interested in music. Her bookcase is full of all kinds of records, including vinyl, and the content is all-inclusive. />-like pop singers heard rock opera, and then to the experimental music of that era, such as Harajuku-style jazz-hiphop, Jamaican reggae, etc., and two of the covers are the red one. Hairy man, with exaggerated eyeliner, his profile is a rock drummer and classical music composer and performer, with a very separate identity.

Just like my mother, on the one hand, she is a gentle and loving mother, and on the other hand, she is also an independent and talented woman with exquisite kindness towards life.

"Tsk...that's the talented Killer Matt." Mother retorted.

"Besides, I like their music, but I'm not someone who likes them. You are not allowed to learn. It's ugly." you?" I teased her.

"Of course there is. Your mother and I was a well-known beauty in school back then."

My mother was complacent, but she was not frivolous at all, as if saying this was right and proper the general.

"Tell me about it." I came to be interested, I was a little curious about my mother's love life before marriage, and there was an urgent urge to understand in my heart.

My mother suddenly kept silent, pinched my nose, and said, "Why, gossiping about your mother?"

"No, you're a bit of a mother-in-law selling melons. Suspected, we must add some real cases to prove it.”

Mother snorted in dissatisfaction, she raised her head, and I could only see the nose folded lightly on the curved soft lips , From this angle, her nose is tall and straight, and the tip of her nose glows with crystal light, which is pretty and natural. she sees Looking at the ceiling, he seems to be recalling, how do you describe it? Memories bite the fishing hook.

"Ah... Back then there was a singer Cui Jian who came to our dormitory downstairs every day to play and sing for me with a guitar."

She still tilted her neck, her voice was like December A cold wind blew through the cracked branches.

"The two semesters add up to more than six months. Every day, rain or shine, people are given the nickname Wang Wife Stone." The mother has a somewhat restrained smile in her eyes.

"Long hair? Sleeveless leather? Chains on jeans?" I asked.

Mother blinked her eyes and shook her head: "No, she has a refreshing appearance and looks quite handsome, not the type of smoking and drinking that burns her head, and she plays basketball very well. , used to represent our school in the province's competition."

"It's a bit like that... Wu Yanzu."

I stared into her eyes and asked, "You don't? Have you ever liked him?"

Those fixed eyes moved, the dark eyes fell from the height, and the mother's scattered focus refocused: "What do you like, at that time I'm in a relationship with your dad."

I sighed in relief: "And then?"

"Then your dad insisted that people beat others up, which would implicate me every day. I can only take a detour to get to and from school, and I dare not meet that person, for fear that your father will actually beat him up."

She pursed her lips: "Two stubborn donkeys. ”

One stubborn donkey is my dad, and the other is naturally me.

"And later? People didn't pester you?" I chased after me.

"After that... I got pregnant after that, and I took a year off from school to give birth to your little monkey." My mother smiled and squeezed my face: "What's your motive, you are happy if someone pesters your mother?"

I couldn't laugh, but I hugged her slender waist gently.

My mother was indeed the one who secretly got my father's certificate when I was 20 years old. When I was a college student at the age of 20, it was a great event to get pregnant and give birth to a child. In order to keep me, I was almost ordered to drop out of the school,even forced my old-fashioned grandfather to cut off relations with my mother, the grievances and sadness she has suffered, no one can imagine.

Of course she has no turning back for love, and part of it is probably because of my accidental burden.

"What's the matter." My mother lowered her head and "tickled" me with her hair. She said that I liked being teased like this when I was a child, and she grinned with a toothless mouth when I was young. I couldn't stop laughing, her slender neck rubbed against the tip of my nose, the warm and fresh scent squeezed out from her neckline, and my shoulders also felt the softness of her chest.

"It's okay." I replied sullenly.

My mother seemed to feel my mood, she moved slightly, letting my hand pass through the sofa more easily and wrap it tightly around her waist, I hugged tightly She, almost squeezed into her body.

My mother sat up slowly and stroked my hair and face.

"Do you feel sorry for your mother?"

Her eyes sparkled with my reflection.

"No matter how much grievance your mother suffers, it can't compare to you coming to my mother's side."

She paused and said seriously, "Thank you for being my child. "

I suddenly couldn't control myself, I leaned in and touched her lips, the soft touch was like a carefully baked cake.

"Huh... huh?" Mother blinked, and her hand touching my hair stopped, seemingly at a loss.

After a long while, I said, "You have a lot of courage, I have a child."

"You still think your son is a child." I used some strength in my hands to hold my mother The body that wants to leave.

"Don't make trouble." My mother smiled and rubbed my armpit. I was so heartbroken, I simply grabbed her hand, rolled over and pressed her on the sofa, pressing her on the soft and plump body. On her body, she met her eyes again, and a different kind of red appeared on her face, which burned to the roots of her ears, and her neck was flushed with pink.

"Xia Wenjia!"

My mother got shy and called me by my first name.

"It's here." I roguely responded, touching the tip of my nose to hers.

"Don't make trouble." She struggled, one leg stretched out and touched my lower body, I gasped air-conditioning, a strange emotion surged in my heart, pinching it like a prank Live in the mother's nose.

My mother struggled a few times, her hand was pressed under me and couldn't be retracted to stop me, and the moment I couldn't hold my mouth open to breatheI seized the moment to hold her lips , as soon as he touched his brain, it exploded with a bang, leaving a blank space, like being thrown into a weightless space, and there was a faint tinnitus.

It wasn't until the taste buds tasted the wet saliva with the taste of bitter wine, and the teeth felt a slippery tongue. Pulling back to reality, reminding me what I was doing right now, I almost trembled and moved one hand down, daringly rubbing it hard on my mother's big ass a few times, So many years of longingThinking things make enough money.

Her ass is fat and soft, and the skirt is fading upward in a struggle. My fingers touch the edge of the lace panties and the junction of the buttocks and the thigh, where the undulating softness Meat bit my finger.

"Xia Wenjia! You...", the mother's voice was almost squeezed out of her throat, she took advantage of me to bend this time to find an opportunity, bent her knees against my stomach She pushed my neck hard with both hands, pushing me away from her body at once, and at the same time she broke free and almost fell off the sofa.

I grabbed her waist and didn't dare to mess around again. I just put my head on her chin again and squeezed onto the sofa, still.

Mother's tense body softened, and she scratched hard behind me, and the voice seemed to be coming from far away.

"It's wrong."

The heavy breathing of the two of them came and went like a relay race. I closed my eyes slightly, and I could hear my mother's heartbeat in my ears. The "dong dong dong" gradually weakened and reintegrated into this quiet atmosphere. The sound of the clock's stopwatch on the wall became clearer, and the space was re-placed with an upside-down hourglass.

I don't know how long it took, but my mother's calm and dry voice finally came from above my head, rolling over my scalp like marbles.

"Are you still drinking?"

A flap of wings swept through the window, startling the nightingale who was sheltering from the rain.

...

Continued 3

The shower slowed down, the black cloud smashed an early moon, and the moonlight leaned into the window tip, The neon lights began to take back the initiative in the streets with great fanfare. The shopping malls not far away played music again, and the usually noisy loudspeakers were soaked in raindrops like old records with a sense of age. The sound spreads through the thin rain curtain leisurely, and there is a smell of vapor wave music in the 1990s in the water vapor.

"What if it rains? I miss you so much~"

"I dare not call you, I can't find the reason~"

My mother likes it It was raining, which was a common problem for the young people of that era. She was not worried, but feltHe felt that the rain represented vitality, the late spring sneaked into the night with the wind, the midsummer was a piece of ice, and after the rain, Crazy drawVibrant trees and a world refreshed with old colors.

On the contrary, I don't like the wet rainy season. I think the rainy season means mold and grass. I like dry and cold wintersThe winters in the south don't often snow, and the coldness brought by the sassy night winds that pierce the sky at night is not a little weaker than that in the northThe top is still white The air-conditioning that he inhaled violently in the vast morning, which made his head hurt, was like a meaningless life slicing on the blade of a knife.

In this regard, my mother said, I have been this virtue since I was a child. When I was a child at my grandmother's hometown in the summer when it rained, other children would go to the swollen fields to catch loach. I just like to be bored. She sleeps and watches TV at home, but in winter, she spends time outside with bare feet. Every night, her feet are bloody and dry, which makes her feel bad.

I said that on rainy days, people's bad moods are simmered into a pot, and things that grow wildly like weeds are all negative things. Mother stares at me, where is the negative? Mom, am I being negative?

I said no, I was more negative.

Mother didn't say anything, she flipped through the book on my desk, a blue-backed copy of "The Sorrows of Young Werther", she playedwith the Gemini bookmark in the book, There is a sentence on it.

"Intertwined with each other, not separated."

Mother tutted twice as if realizing it, and looked at me with a funny look: "What's the matter? My Werther touched his green
Did it?"

"It's not a negative thing, adolescence...the troubles of love," she said.

Of course I won't say it, you are my lotus, planting Populus euphratica on my perhaps still young heart.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she leaned over a little nervously, looked down at me from below, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "You're angry? Mommy won't say anything, okay? Smile."

Naturally, this was deliberately pretending to be pleasing to my low eyebrows, but it always resolved my unhappiness invisibly.

These inexplicable troubles in rainy days, of course, came from my mother. Compared to me who was thin and thin and had not yet grown up in those years, she was a mature, generous, beautiful and elegant mother.

My mother, who has been inseparable from me since I was born, has always belonged to me in my perception.Even if she sleeps with my father who leaves early and returns late every night, I I can also run to her when I am scared in the middle of the night.Of course, I have never bumped into anything. This also confirms the idea that my mother will always belong to me, until the physical and psychological maturation is accompanied.

There are always wild bees, waves and butterflies around her mother, and she stands out from the crowd when she holds a parent-teacher meeting. The eyes of the young teachers and students, Ren Kedi scrambled to praise me in front of her, and the bald head teacher made a special trip from the rostrum to his mother every few minutes.I asked my mother if I was thirsty.I wanted to drink tea, and he pretended to show off his poor tea knowledge.

"It's been a long time since I didn't drink tea, but there are still so many stories about local tea. If you don't tell me, I really don't know." Looking directly at the other person's eyes, keeping curiosity and a trace of appreciation in her eyes, she said that in order for me to inherit her fair skin, she gave up soy coffee and tea when she was pregnant these things.

"Thank you for your great support for the school work!" The dean of Luantoubi trotted over and shook hands with his mother, who held out her hand playfully and smiled: "You can pay attention Don't fall down!"

"It's right to fall down in front of a beautiful woman, it's called death by a peony flower." The dean holds her mother Bai Nen's palm, grinned wide, nose tipped Quickly squeeze out the oil.

Her hair was scattered in the wind, and the dean helped her mother hold the fisherman hat like a gentleman. Her mother's head was slightly sideways to express her gratitude, and the beautiful lines at the collarbone, shoulders and neck reflected in eye.

When I was young, I was naturally resentful and dissatisfied. They talked and dealt with each other freely, and my mother danced well in the crowd.Those old men took advantage of the appropriate and unsurpassed, but I was only a Children who haven't grown up yet.

I said, you will be happy when a group of old men surround you.

"Do you have a conscience? If it wasn't for your little bastard, where would I need such an entertainment."

This is the truth. I make up various reasons if I don't want to go to school Help me to ask for time off, occasionally take me to skip classes on weekends to go to the movies, and to take me to a concert to help me make up for my homework in advance, my mother has to always have a good relationship with these teachers.

"Aren't you stupid, you even eat your mother's vinegar."

The memory is the wind that is sealed in the pressure tank, and it can still be surging when it is opened occasionally.

At this moment, the mother drank three more cups, her breathing became heavy, and she sat cross-legged on the sofa.

I asked her, "Would you like to hear my jealous story?"

"What jealous story? Who's jealous?"

The mother revealed interest.

I said, "Yours."

That summer, the family of three spent the summer at my grandmother's hometown, and the two elders also moved to the city, leaving the three of them in this empty place It's boring in a house that's been in place for a few years.

In summer, the heavens are like opening a valve, the scorching sun in the first moment, and the rain in the next moment.

My mother was lying on the mat and photographed the water tanks and frogs in the yard with the camera. My father was sitting at the table making a pot of tea.I was lying in the hammock next to my mother, listening to The sound of rain was drowsy.

Father brought the teacup to his nose and sniffed.

"Tsk tsk...this tea is fragrant!"

"Would you like some?" Naturally, he wasn't asking me.

"Blind question." The mother didn't look back, focused on adjusting the camera, raised her arms so that her back was straight and straight, and the waist was softly stomped down. Her buttocks were surprisingly bulging, her legs relaxed and stretched out the hem of the pleated skirt, and the sole of one white and tender foot was retracted to scratch the bend of the other leg.

The father's eyes scrutinized from behind like a scanner, intentionally or unintentionally.

Mother pressed the shutter several times in a row, showing a satisfied smile on the side of her face hidden by the half-curly hair, sitting up, resting her butt on the soles of her feet, like a perfect party. Heavy stone grinding.

"Ah... God, there's no end to it."

My father drank three cans and squeaked the wooden floor with his bare feet with his toes. ,The mother couldn't hear the voice, and said to him: "Can you stop for a while?"

"Hey!"

He simply walked to the place where his mother was lying. sit down.

"It can't be stopped."

His big hand swept across his mother's round buttocks unintentionally, the mother twisted covertly, the abdomen shrank like a shrimp, and the buttocks wrapped around I made an S-shape and obeyed my father's palm, my eyelids jumped, I turned over on purpose, my mother's ears turned red, and I patted my father's hand.

"Xia Wenjia, can you be more lively and play outside." The father's voice was dissatisfied.

"Don't go."

"It's still raining a little now, and I've caught a cold when I go out." The mother also said.

"A teenage child who catches a cold after a little rain? It's like being paralyzed at home all day." I am very intimidating, my mother's over-indulgence made me rely on my father's strictness to grow up to this age normally.

"Go and go!" I got out of bed and waited for my mother to get me a raincoat and rain boots, but my mother lowered her head and didn't look at me, and my father put his hand on her waist.

I was so aggrieved that I almost burst into tears in an instant, and I rushed out of the door in a fit of anger. There was an urgent cry from my mother behind me, but I was stubborn and didn't look back.

Sensitive, eager, jealous. These are the most primitiveThe emotions of the beginning, but people cast the blame for their simplicity to naivety and immaturity.

I said, you broke my heart at that time, and it made me feel worse than breaking up today.

"Cut."

I touched her glasses and asked, "Do you remember what happened after that?"

"I don't. "Mother said lightly, turning her head away.

I rushed out and regretted it. I wandered around like a wandering ghost outside, with something stuck in my heart, and went back in a ghostly way.

The moment I pushed the door, I realized that the quietness in the yard was a little abnormal.

The eaves dyed with bright green are dripping, and there are some cracked and mottled blue tiles under the eaves. The water tank is placed under the eaves, and the frogs are struggling to cross the full pool of duckweed. It fell to the ground, and a very subtle moan overflowedand exploded on my scalp. My eyes moved up with the frog, and I saw a plump white thighprotruding from the hammock. It fell out of the tent, and jumped a few times like a boat battling the waves in the wind and rain. In an instant, the calf and the arch of the foot collapsed straight, and the five toes were twisted and intertwined. Claws spread out, this weird twist makes me mistakenly think I'm watching some kind of outrageous performance art performance, this repeated entanglement stretches a few times, and the crackling sound of the rain When I got bigger, Gatling shot my eardrum like a gatling.I was a little unsteady all of a sudden, I took a step forward with a thumping heart in my arms, and I stepped on the already
Not heavy floors but light cotton.

"Big ass, really... Sao~"

I don't understand how my father's last Sao word came out, like he sang Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in KTV,
I can't hold back the broken sound.

"Come, climax, come, come."

My mother repeated the words, and her voice was like I had never heard before, and it even reached the level of artificiality. .

"Come... come, I'll let you come!"

Father's mechanical movements increased, and the mosquito net gauze covered his back, arching out the shape of a man, wide and wide Her back and sturdy buttocks are constantly moving, a sturdy cow doesn't know how to get tired, and her mother's snow-white thighs are jolted up and down like a track and field athlete sprinting, Running around in circles.

There was a sudden stagnation for a while, and there was a sharp sound of air leaking from the valve.

"Why?" The mother hummed twice and retracted her thighs, seeing that the mosquito net was wrapped around her father's waist.

"No, rest."

"Move!" The mother's voice was short and powerful, and her strength was completely different from her usual gentleness.

"Don't move, you move."

"If I move, I move."

The hammock makes the sound of twine tightening, I can imagine that wonderful The grinder's buttocks are really moving clockwise like an old donkey is pulling.

After a while, he pouted and said, "I'm tired."

"Come on~"

A coquettish sound that made my hair stand up.

"I'll come, I'll come! Sao, hey, this is shit, look at this water."

Pop! Dad got a slap on the back.

"You are not virtuous, so say your wife." The tone was joyful.

"What kind of virtue are you missing, you ride on my head every day, and you're still my wife. You're about to become my wife." Are you saying that your mother has a lot of water?"

My heart trembled a few times, and that extremely unreal feeling filled my whole body with trembling, obviously it was hot and humid weather But I felt a rush of cold air keep pouring in from my open pores.

I never heard my mother swear when I was a child, and it was so natural to swear.

"Don't be rude, just make love, Xia Wenjia should be back later." The father was holding something in his mouth, his voice was indistinct.

"Just come back when you come back, my dear son, if you don't feel bad for me, it will be raining if you run outside for a while, Oh~"

"There is Son...forgot...cough...husband."

Father said a word for a long time, looking like he was at the end of the shot.

"Now... did I dry you out, or... did my son dry you out?"

The hammock shook frantically again, and a gauze drapery blew up in the hallway. , my mother's face just appeared in front of my eyes in a way that I had never imagined.

Her eyes are very strange, a kind of dazedness that I have never seen before, without focus, her eyes are looking at me and seem to pass through my body, on her body The human figure swayed his butt so vigorously before retracting it from a distance and settling on me, his mouth grew stunned but could not make a sound, his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

She just stared at me so stubbornly, the human figure on her body suddenly accelerated, the crackling sound overwhelmed the raindrops falling under the eaves, and the focus in the mother's pupils suddenly returned.Surrendered like a slack, the whites of the eyesuncontrollably rolled up a few times, an expression mixed with refreshing, depressed, weak, and struggling appeared at the same time on that beautiful face that I was extremely unfamiliar with. superior.

I fell to the ground with a weak leg, and even forgot what happened after that, I only remembered that it did interrupt them.

I suffered from a cold in the summer.

I didn't go into that detail, I was teasing it with ghosts.

"What did you and dad do in the hammock? You're still tucking in."

"Why? Nothing."

" Oh, come on~"

I learned from her while squeezing my throat.

"Xia Wenjia! You're all boring." My mother finally pulled off her feigned expression and kicked me in shame.

"I'm married to your father, you eat this kind of vinegar, what are you thinking in your little brain?"

I squeezed the foot she kicked over with one hand , pulled her back and sat back, the scenery under her mother's skirt was fully exposed,She instinctively squeezed her legs and pressed down the skirt, but I cheated on her, my palms slipped up against my thighs, a clear feeling Goosebumps all the way up.

"It's mine and it's mine," I said.

"Don't..."

She hurriedly stepped back, crawling back with her hands and feet.

"I'm your mother! You can't think that way about me!"

Her eyes finally showed panic, I gritted my teeth, and was about to go a step further. A click of thunder.

The whole street made a neat "hoo" sound.

The whole world is plunged into darkness.

Time seemed to stand still in front of my eyes, only the cold moonlight squeezed in and sprinkled it on my mother's curled snow-white thighs, knees bent, calf muscles full of bulges , the heels are tucked in the blurred triangular area, like a stroke of white in the dark night sky.

A string of water droplets rolled down from the leaves of the Burmese plantain on the side of the courtyard wall, hitting the new mistletoe and creeping tiger below. The slamming open, the skinny Maine Coon cat chased the swifts and nightingales back and forth on the wall, and the mother may sigh leisurely, jumping up and down gently in the dark,In this way On a psychedelic night, the midsummer that I have never felt carefully was finally staged together in the dark.

Give me a grand symphony dream.

【To be continued】