During dinner, we received news that our mother was about to go on a business trip in Guangzhou.
I held the rice bowl and climbed the rice in the bowl while listening to my mother murmuring.
My mother seemed to be worried about this trip and kept reminding her father.
My father was silent, nodding sometimes, and sometimes responding to his mother, indicating that he was listening to her advice carefully.
My mother said: Although this business trip was only half a month, I was still worried about the family affairs. After saying that, she turned her eyes to me.
My eyes and mother's eyes dodged. After looking up at my mother, I put my eyes back into the bowl.
Since I remembered myself, my relationship with my mother was not very close, which was largely due to my strict discipline on me.
In the heart of my mother, boys should develop a kind of tenacity from an early age. Don’t cry when encountering problems and move forward when facing setbacks. This is the attitude that a qualified boy should have, but I often disappoint my mother.
What goes against my mother's idea is that I am born with a relatively introverted personality. I loved crying and making fun of things when I was a child. Now I have grown up a little bit. Although I don't think I was so unreasonable when I was a child, the manly image in my mother's mind is still a long distance.
My mother is often very upset about my personality. She blamed this on my education. Since I was very young, I was strictly disciplined by my mother. Gradually, I became a fear of my mother. Over time, I didn't dare to pay attention to her anymore.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, my mother said: What I worry most is Xiaojie's homework!
I thought to myself, I was scolded by her again before she left
The mother looked at her father and said: After I arrived in Guangzhou this time, you should keep a close eye on it. If you have any trouble, let him play around with it. If you delay your homework, you may lose more children!
My father picked up a piece of meat from the plate and sent it to his mouth. While chewing, he said: Don't worry! I will take good care of Xiaojie! After that, my father glanced at me.
Although I have little close relationship with my mother, my relationship with my father is not necessarily much better.
Because of work, I have few opportunities to get along with my father from childhood to adulthood.
My father works in the power supply bureau in our local city and goes out to work every day.
My father's life is not as relaxed as those of his classmates' fathers in the class. Other fathers spend their days drinking tea and bragging, but my father has to burn out the sun and rain every day to repair cables. Because of this, my father's face is always dark in my impression.
But the dark skin was not as lifeless as black charcoal. My father's dark skin sometimes shines like a bronze statue, which made me very confused.
Once when my father came to school to pick me up from school, he happened to meet me playing outside the school gate with my classmates. The next day after I arrived at school, the students all came over to me and asked: Xiaojie, was that uncle your father yesterday? I nodded.
A girl next to her said again: Xiaojie, your father is so black? And he is very strong, unlike my father, who is white and fat.
I looked embarrassed after hearing this, and I didn't quite understand whether they were laughing at my father or praising me. Later I realized that they were envious of me for having such a father.
This time my mother's business trip may be a good opportunity for me to get along with my father alone. A long time ago, I thought about having the opportunity to get along with my father alone, but when this day came, I began to be at a loss and didn't know how to face the familiar and strange man in front of me.
My father and my mother are model couples in the community. They have been in love for many years. Neighbors rarely see them quarrel. Even my son, who lives with them, rarely see them quarrel.
In my impression, most of the time my father would give in to his mother
My mother still complains on weekdays, either because she is worried about my studies or complains about her father’s work. Whenever that happens, my father will always comfort and relieve her by her side. Sometimes it is thanks to my father that my mother’s topic will be pulled away from my studies.
My mother works as an executive in a listed company in our city, but my father is just a small employee in the power supply bureau. I often hear my mother complain at night: You have been working for so many years, why are you still just a small employee? Your leaders don’t want to promote you?
My father always smiled and said: The staff are also very good. The leader has the hard work of the leader. I see you are worried about your subordinates a lot, right?
The mother disagreed with her father's words and said: Being a leader is always good, at least the salary will never be less than now!
My father knew that my mother was not concerned about money, but that she felt it was not worth it for her father to get up early and work late every day.
My father always enlightened her: It's okay, it's good now
This is really good now
Although my father is a small employee, in the eyes of others, his father is a qualified husband and father.
I rarely go to my father's company. In the past, I went to my father's company either to pick mangoes in their courtyard or to catch carp in their ponds. Every time my father took me to his company, I would more or less meet some of my father's colleagues.
There are men and women, and there are even more seniors, but most of them are kind-hearted and greet their fathers with a smile.
Sometimes, I would bend down to tease me, but I don’t like being funny, so many times I choose to hide behind my father
So I heard the other party ask his father: Jianwei, is this your son?
The father replied yes, and they said: He looks so cute! But he is too shy, right?
As he said that, he signaled to reach out to hug me, but I refused
The other party still didn't give up, so he took out a piece of candy from his bag and said to me: Is it good to give you candy?
I saw that the candies in her hand were colorful and extremely tempting, so I agreed embarrassedly
Seeing this, the father smiled and said: Child, greedy!
The man also smiled and replied: It doesn't matter
During the meal, my mother repeatedly reminded me of some matters, and my father agreed to it one by one to reassure her.
At this time, the doorbell rang
My mother put down the dishes and hurriedly ran to open the door
The visiting was a female guest. Since the mother opened the door not very large, she only opened a crack of ten feet wide, so I couldn't see who it was, but I could hear the woman's voice very sharply, so I guessed who it was in my heart. It was probably Aunt Zhang who was in the development gallery outside the community.
Speaking of Aunt Zhang, she is a person who knows how to repay kindness.
I remember when I was still in kindergarten, my mother met Aunt Zhang.
At that time, my mother helped my grandma build a small convenience store of about ten square meters outside the community to do a small business. Originally, there were walls on all sides of our community, but the developer later transformed the walls into shops. Then my mother had the idea of setting up a shop for her grandma to do business.
At that time, my mother would go to the convenience store from time to time. At that time, Aunt Zhang rented a two-room shop to do a hair salon business in the fifth store separated from us.
I still remember that at that time, Aunt Zhang often came to play in grandma's convenience store. Sometimes, because grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient, our family would finish their meals directly in the convenience store. Every time at this time, Aunt Zhang would come to our store to chat happily.
My mother is a person who likes fun. She is happy to chat with Aunt Zhang, but her father has been taciturn and does not talk to them. Sometimes when she sees Aunt Zhang coming, she sits and goes home.
After walking around for a while, my mother and Aunt Zhang became quite familiar with each other.
My mother seemed a little surprised by Aunt Zhang's visit, and asked: Why are you still free to come here so late? Isn't the store busy?
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: I'm busy, but I recently got some lychees from my hometown. While it's still fresh, I'll give you some.
Mother said: Why are you so embarrassed? Always take your stuff...
Before he finished speaking, Aunt Zhang interrupted: They have been having sex for several years, why do they do this?
As usual, every time Aunt Zhang comes to visit us, she still has to come in and sit in, and this time is no exception.
Without waiting for her mother to greet her, she walked into the living room first. After seeing a table of food, she sighed: How good is the food tonight? There are fish and meat.
Seeing this, my father just asked politely: Let’s have a meal together, Xiaojie, and ask Aunt Zhang to have a meal.
I also said to my father mechanically: Aunt Zhang has a meal
Aunt Zhang laughed and waved her hand to refuse: No, I have eaten it, I have appreciated your kindness. After she thanked her father for invitation, she sighed at the food on the table. Your family is so happy. I am much simpler. I have a simple meal every day, and even the dishes are eaten with a few younger sisters in the store.
At this time, my mother sat down again. After hearing this, my mother said: Where? Isn’t this going on a business trip tomorrow, so the two of them practiced it specifically for me!
Aunt Zhang was shocked after hearing this and asked: Sister Mei, you are on a business trip tomorrow? Where are you going?
The mother replied indifferently: Guangzhou, you have to walk for half a month as soon as you leave, so I can't worry about the whole family! I was still giving instructions to their father and son before you came!
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: Don’t worry, I think these two of you in your family don’t know how to take care of yourself!
My father listened, and then he smiled. My mother said: "It's better to explain everything." After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on me, and then she added: By the way, Xiaojie, I forgot to remind you just now. Just as Aunt Zhang came, I remembered that your hair had not been cut for a while. Look at your current appearance, you are sloppy. You can go to Aunt Zhang's store to cut it in the past two days.
I absent-mindedly said, Aunt Zhang laughed apologetically: Even if Xiaojie has long hair, he is still very handsome!
After hearing this, my mother scolded me, but she could tell that she still liked to listen to Aunt Zhang's words.
After that, Aunt Zhang sat for a while and left
After my mother was on a business trip in Guangzhou, only my father and I were left in the whole house. I suddenly felt that the house was much deserted. Without the adornment of my mother's usual harsh words and harsh education, this was not like a home.
Although I had more opportunities to get along alone during that time, the father and son rarely talked on weekdays. Apart from simple greetings, my father and I had no other topics.
I think this must be a habit I have developed since I was a child. It can't be said to be good or bad, but I just got used to it. After talking too much, I feel uncomfortable again.
One day, when I got home, I saw my father sitting in the living room
He was shirtless and sweaty. Perhaps because the weather was too hot, he took off his shirt. He had never seen him do such a rude move before.
This is the first time I have seen my father's body. My father is very tall, perhaps because of his work, and his figure is particularly strong. Although his muscles are not as good as those of the bodybuilding models on TV, you can still see the outlines clearly visible.
When I approached my father, I realized that the shiny liquid on my father was not his sweat, but a kind of active oil.
No wonder there is a smell of herbs floating in the air, I thought to myself
I glanced at it and asked: Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are there red things on your body?
My father replied: It's okay, I fell down at work, and now it's okay
Even though I said that, I could feel that my father was still holding back a pain, and even speaking was very difficult.
I continued: Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?
My father replied: No, just take a break. Seeing my father say this, I didn't continue.
The next day when my father sent me to school, he happened to meet Grandma Chen in the community.
Grandma Chen is a distant relative of us. She moved to this community two years ago.
Seeing that her father was walking a little strange than usual, she asked casually: Oh, Jianwei, have you twisted your waist?
After hearing this, my father replied embarrassedly: It's Ah, I accidentally twisted it while working.
Grandma Chen said: No wonder, I saw this a while ago when I twisted it, but your Amei didn’t apply medicine to you?
My father said: Amei happened to be on a business trip these days, but I also applied some medicine myself last night. I guess it's okay
Grandma Chen said in surprise: How can that work? This kind of spraining disease still needs to be pressed.
My father said: I'm busy with work and don't have time to go to the hospital
Grandma Chen said: There is no need to spend time to go to the hospital. After I sprained my waist last time, I heard that there is a store outside the community that presses it very well. The boss is very good at pressing it. If you have time, go and press it for him, it won’t take much time.
My father replied: I don’t think it’s necessary. I’m much better now. I guess I’ll be cured tonight.
Grandma Chen couldn't resist her father, so she went with her father.
Every day after school, I take the bus home by myself. Because my father and mother work, sometimes they are busy until they get off work late, so I developed the habit of taking the bus home after school.
This is the only way to take the bus home in the world. There are many people on the bus. Everyone is like bees returning to the nest. As soon as they arrive at the station, they keep rushing to the moving beehive. But most of the time, the people on the bus only come in and don’t go out.
I was squeezed into the bus by all kinds of people, making me breathless
At that time, the buses in our city were not all air-conditioned as they are now, so the buses were very stuffy. In addition, it was around the summer solstice, and there was a irritable atmosphere everywhere in the air.
By the time I got off the bus, I was already sweating profusely
While walking, I was blocked by the bangs on my forehead because I was sweating all the time in the car just now. Now the bangs on my forehead are all stuck on my forehead, sticky and hot
It was only then that I remembered that I should have fulfilled my mother's advice and went to Aunt Zhang's shop to cut her hair
The shampoo shop was full of people, and even the couch waiting for the queue was crowded.
When I arrived at the store, I didn't see Aunt Zhang. Only four older sisters were busy washing the hair for the customers.
Those older sisters are probably only in their early twenties, some with ponytails, and some with a small bun on the back of their heads. It can be seen that they are still very young girls.
One of the older sisters saw me walking into the store and said to me: Let's sit on the sofa and wait for a while.
Obviously, she didn't recognize me
The person who talked to me was named Ayu. I recognized her, but she did not recognize me. If she recognized me, I should know that my mother and Aunt Zhang had a good relationship and would never let me sit here and wait.
I looked around and still couldn't find Aunt Zhang's shadow. I tried my best to find a good plan but failed, so I had to wait quietly.
This hair salon is a two-bedroom house. The store is not big, but the equipment is complete, and the guests are both men, women, and young.
Because everyone was working on their own work and had no time to notice me, a child, so when I wandered around the store, no one came forward to scold me.
Deep in the store is a glimpse of the movie wall. Because the air conditioner air conditioner can't float there, few people stop in that area.
I slipped over when someone was not paying attention. When I turned into the other side of the shadow wall, I realized that there was a staircase behind the shadow wall.
Because the area around the community is still residential buildings, except for the first floor to be used as a shop, the remaining floors are still residential buildings of the community owners. Therefore, when I saw that this shampoo shop could connect to the upper floor, I was quite surprised and thought about finding out what was going on.
I followed the stairs and climbed up to the second floor with slightest steps
The upstairs are much quieter than the downstairs. Without the polite conversations of adults, this place has become a quiet place
Walking up to the stairs on the second floor, I saw three closed doors facing me. I walked up and pushed them gently. Two doors were tightly closed, and the remaining door was lightly closed. It opened with a light push. In an instant, a smell of floral fragrance floated out of it.
I looked inside through the crack in the small door and saw a few beds in the room. There was a table next to the window, and some cosmetics were piled on the table. I think this was probably the room of those older sisters. They live upstairs here on weekdays.
Following the stairs, the steps lead to the third floor. I still walked up the steps. The layout above was the same as the second floor.
Because of curiosity, I repeated the actions I had just on the second floor, tentatively tentatively, and then I found that the doors on the third floor were all open.
I picked a room casually and walked in, carefully locked the door. I thought to myself that there were so many people below the building, it would be better to have a sleep here first, and it would not be too late to go down after I had enough sleep. Anyway, no one knew that I was there. The older sisters below the building were all greeting guests. Who would notice me?
Thinking of this, I lay down with peace of mind on a bed in the room
When I woke up, I don't know how long it had passed
I was awakened by the footsteps of the people going up the stairs. The footsteps of the people going upstairs were originally light, but the sound of the heels colliding with the floor tiles was so crisp that it was heard. When you listen carefully, it was the sound of the high heels worn by women.
The footsteps of a man were accompanied by the sound of a man. The man's footsteps were much more steadily than that of the woman. When I stepped on the steps of the stairs, the taps sounded. I could hear the sound of work boots rubbing against the ground.
I quickly sat up from the soft bed, afraid that they would find it, so I quickly searched for a hidden corner in the room to hide, but there was really nothing worth hiding in this room. Fortunately, the two people did not come to my room, but went to the room next to me.
I felt much more at ease when I heard them close the door.
The room where the two people were in was only one wall. The wall was covered with decorative curtains. Although they were curtains, they looked extremely thick and more like a carpet from a foreign country. The dark colors and mysterious patterns on the blanket attracted my attention.
I could vaguely hear the sound from the next room, the sound of knocking down items
I was curious, so I walked into the wall, pressed my ears to the wall, and listened to the sound coming from next door.
There were indeed two men and women in the next room. They were talking. I was very familiar with the woman's voice, it was Aunt Zhang's voice.
Strangely, the man's voice also made me feel familiar. I always felt like I heard this sound somewhere, but I never thought of who it was.
At this moment, I found stars and lights coming from the gaps between the blankets hanging on the wall. Since the room I was in was in the backlight, the only window in the room was covered with light by the branches outside the window, so the light in the blanket was particularly bright.
I gently pulled open the blanket and actually saw a few small holes behind the blanket. It turned out that those small holes could see the scene of the next house.
I couldn't wait to aim my eyes at one of the holes, trying to find out the story of the next room
The holes in the next room are also covered with blankets, but they do not completely cover all their sights. You can see clearly what is happening in that room through the hole.
The room was extremely dim and looked like someone had pulled the curtains early
There were also several heavy-colored blankets hanging on the walls of the room, creating a mysterious, safe and undiscovered feeling in the whole room.
A man sat in the corner of the room. The dim light made me unable to see the man's face clearly. However, at that moment, through the faint outline of the body, I was sure that I must have seen that man.
Aunt Zhang turned on the lights in the room. The lights in that room also revealed an unusual sense of concealment and warmth. There was no light pipe installed in the room, so it might have been installed, but Aunt Zhang did not turn on. Although several lights were turned on, most of the lights were desk lamps with weak light. Some were placed on the desktop and some fell directly on the ground.
The decorations in the room are not like ordinary bedrooms. There are rolls of white towels next to the walls, and a small bed is placed in the center of the room. The bed is not like the kind of bed I often find for sleeping. The bed is small and high, and can only barely accommodate the next adult.
Aunt Zhang was tidying up the towel, just blocking the man sitting in the corner. When she finished tidying up, she walked to a corner of the room and put it in, I finally saw who the man was.
What I never thought was that the man sitting there would be my father
He sat on a leather chair with a puzzled look, holding a cigarette in his hand. The cigarette was burned for a long time, and the ashes at the top had become extremely long, but his father still did not dust off the long string of ashes. Perhaps there were no ashtrays in the room, and his father was afraid of dirtying the floor of the room.
Sure enough, when Aunt Zhang came back, she gave it to her father with an ashtray, and then said: Copy the ashes here.
My father took the ashtray and dusted off the long string of ashes
Then Aunt Zhang said: Take off her clothes
After hearing this, my father looked up at Aunt Zhang and felt a little embarrassed. Then he pinched the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, and the blue smoke from the cigarette suddenly stopped suddenly.
My father stood up and took off his work clothes
To avoid sun exposure, my father usually wears two work clothes on his body, even in the hot summer. The outer one is a work-style uniform jacket, and the bottom is an ordinary T-shirt
After taking off the coat, you can see that the T-shirt under my father was soaked with sweat. After taking off his body, he was shiny and shiny, like a bronze statue displayed in a museum.
After taking off his shirt, my father was about to lie on the bed, but at this time Aunt Zhang smiled and said: Take off her pants, and wearing such thick pants, I guess it will not be convenient to press them later.
My father seemed a little surprised, and he could tell that he was hesitant, but after a moment he took off his upper body's overalls. After taking off his overalls completely, my father lay down on the bed.
Aunt Zhang picked up a long towel from the bench next to the room, spread it out and folded it in half, then spread it to her father's back, covering her father's perky buttocks, and then heard her say: When did you sprain?
My father's head was buried in the bed, and his answer seemed much heavier than before: Yesterday
Aunt Zhang said: It wasn't too long. As she said that, she tried to fumble on her father's back with her hands, and then said: It's okay, just press it.
My father said: I didn’t expect you to be able to massage. If Aunt Chen hadn’t talked to me, I really wouldn’t know that you still have this skill!
The father refers to Mrs. Chen, whom he met in the community early this morning.
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: I don’t understand what craftsmanship, and I don’t dare to show off everywhere, but minor illnesses and pains can still be solved.
The father asked: Is Mrs. Chen sprained her waist before? Was it the massage you gave her?
Aunt Zhang replied: Yes, she happened to come to the store to cut her hair. I saw that her legs and feet were inconvenient, so I felt strange. You don’t know that Mrs. Chen’s legs and feet are very light on weekdays! So I asked her if she had a sprain. This question was true! Later, I pressed her several times and slowly recovered.
The father said: Then she really has to thank you
Aunt Zhang smiled again and said: If you are from neighbors, please help me if you can! Don’t be too polite.
I hid in the small hole covered by tapestries and watched everything happening in front of me.
It turns out that my father came here to cure his sprain. No wonder I feel confused. Why did my father come to find Aunt Zhang for no reason? Usually, when Aunt Zhang came to our house, my father was not so enthusiastic about Aunt Zhang.
Between my father and Aunt Zhang were talking to me, Aunt Zhang had already started to massage her father's back
She first applied some oily liquid to the palm of her hand, and after applying it evenly, she placed her hand on the back of her father's neck and gently pressed it up
Her hands were slender and soft, and there was no sign of knuckles under her skin. No wonder she let out a low moan when she put her hand on the back of her father's neck.
Aunt Zhang asked: Is it too strong? It hurts you?
My father replied: No, this is just right
Aunt Zhang saw that her father was not blaming her, so she pressed again
There was a time in the room that was silent, neither party spoke, and the room was so quiet that even the father's breath could be heard clearly.
My father's breathing became particularly thick and powerful, and even the sound of breathing was filled with a sense of adult male sexiness
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was surprisingly quiet, Aunt Zhang spoke again
She asked: Is Sister Mei still going well in Guangzhou?
My father also spoke: It went smoothly, I was busy every day, much more busy than here
Aunt Zhang said: When you are on a business trip, there is no reason why you are not busy.
My father laughed twice, but didn't answer Aunt Zhang's words
After a while, Aunt Zhang said again: Sister Mei is relieved, she actually left you two at home for so long
My father said: There is nothing we can do about it. Work is important. Xiaojie is now older. Unlike when he was young, he asked people to watch him everywhere. Now she is much more at ease when she is on a business trip.
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: I am not talking about Xiaojie! I mean you, you are alone at home for so long, aren’t you afraid of boredom?
My father said: It's okay. I always work during the day and go home at night. The time is full, and sometimes I don't even have boring time.
Aunt Zhang joked: Men of your age always like to be with you, right? Otherwise, the work pressure will be so high and lifeless when you go home. How boring is this kind of life?
My father said: I have Xiaojie with me at home
Aunt Zhang said again: Xiaojie is still a child and doesn’t know a lot of things. What can I talk to with you?
My father stopped talking after hearing this. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang temporarily stopped speaking
At this time, Aunt Zhang's hand had already been taken back from the back of her father's neck.
She filled some oily and watery liquid into her palms, and then came to her father's feet
Aunt Zhang began to stroke one of his father's feet. The sudden touch caused his father's body to twitch. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang asked: Are you afraid of itch?
The father replied: Yes, Aunt Zhang's mouth always maintained a raised posture. She stroked her father's soles with her fingers twice. Her father's body twitched again and quickly advised: Don't...! Don't...!
Aunt Zhang giggled and said: I didn’t expect that a big man like you would be so ticklish?
My father said helplessly: Everyone has weaknesses! Aunt Zhang put away her laughter and began to concentrate on her father's body.
She stretched out her arms, bent down, held one of her father's legs with both hands, and connected her fingers around her father's thick thighs, then slid from her father's thighs to her ankles, and then turned from her father's heel, sliding along the veins at the soles of her feet to the tip of her toes
Aunt Zhang slid and massaged her father's thighs back and forth, and every inch of her fingers was constantly tightening along the outline of her father's body. Whenever her whole body bent down, she always felt like she wanted to press her body against her father's thighs, because I could clearly see that Aunt Zhang's chest had already wandered back and forth on her father's thigh skin.
Obviously, my father had already felt this, so he said: Do you need to press your thighs too? When my father spoke, Aunt Zhang's body was pressed against her father's thighs again. Her head was only one inch away from her buttocks. As long as my father moved a little, he would collide with her head head head.
Following his father's body, Aunt Zhang began to press his father's thighs with the strength of her body, and then slowly slid her body through her lower body along the small bed.
I saw her face passing by her father's calves, followed by her ankles, soles and the last toe tip of her toes
My father began to act unacceptable and said: A Cui...this...isn't this good, right?
Aunt Zhang’s full name is Zhang Cui. This is the first time I have heard A Cui say this from my father’s mouth.
Aunt Zhang asked: What's wrong? Don't like it? Her voice began to become soft and soft. Her original voice was very sharp. Now she deliberately lowered her voice and spoke, which made people feel like a middle school girl who was still young in the grade was talking.
My father said: I... have some smell on my body, I'm afraid you will feel disgusted if you smell it!
After hearing this, Aunt Zhang pressed her face to the soles of her father's feet, and then took a strong breath at the arch of her father's feet.
My father was frightened by a sudden burst of heat from the soles of his feet, but Aunt Zhang steadily hugged his father's foot, and after smelling it for a few consecutive times, he said: "A man has some smell, a real man."
I could feel my father didn't know how to deal with such a scene at this moment, and even I was stunned by the scene, even when I was watching from the side.
Aunt Zhang smelled her father's body, and her movements were extremely enthusiastic. She closed her eyes, her mouth was slightly opened, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. From time to time, a little bit of tongue tip was poked out from her mouth, gently brushing across her father's skin.
At that time, I didn't understand what Aunt Zhang was doing. I just thought it was a necessary step during the massage process, so I didn't show any disgust with Aunt Zhang's actions, and I was more curious and puzzled in my mind.
It can be seen that my father is getting nervous. I saw that my father's legs are stretched straight, and the muscles in his calf are as hard as a hill. Because Aunt Zhang has applied a layer of oil and water on his legs, the raised muscles look particularly bright.
I noticed again that my father's feet were also in a nervous state, with the toes of his feet gathering and clustering, and it was unknown when it began to become inseparable.
Aunt Zhang's tongue slid to the soles of her father's feet and also noticed her father's actions. She tried to relax her father and tried to gently spread her toes, but she didn't appreciate it at all. So she had a sudden inspiration and stroked her father's soles with her fingers. Her father had a spasm again by Aunt Zhang, and finally let her toes loosen her ten tight toes. This time, Aunt Zhang could finally let her tongue wander in the cracks of her father's toes.
Aunt Zhang kept repeating the actions just now, and there was another long silence in the room, and I gradually became a little drowsy in another room.
Just when my eyes were exhausted and I felt that my interest was about to disappear, a new game started in the dim room.
After pressing her father's lower body, Aunt Zhang returned to her father's back. She began to press her back with her elbow. The repeated movements kept coming from her father's mouth.
Aunt Zhang asked: Does it hurt?
My father didn't answer, maybe it was because he fell asleep
Seeing that no one responded to her questions, Aunt Zhang repeated: Does it hurt?
The last time I heard this claim was what my mother said to her father on the night before her business trip. Now I say it from another woman who is not particularly close to me. I always feel that I feel unspeakable and uncomfortable in my heart.
My father still didn't answer. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang pinched her hard on her waist. My father immediately cried out in pain.
Aunt Zhang chuckled and said: You know you are pretending to be asleep!
The father said: Stop making trouble!
Aunt Zhang acted coquettishly and said: I didn’t make a fuss! I was asking about your feelings. If you don’t tell me how I know where to continue pressing Ah?
My father said helplessly: It's pretty good, just continue like this
Seeing that his father's tone began to become accusing, Aunt Zhang stopped acting coquettishly
At this time, Aunt Zhang's hands had left her father's back
Seeing that there was no movement on my back for a long time, my father thought the massage had ended, so he turned over and prepared to get off the bed.
But not long after my father got up, Aunt Zhang put one hand on her father's abdominal muscles and said to her father: Don't worry, there is still the last step I didn't press.
As she said, she let her hand wander on her father's chest muscles. I could clearly see Aunt Zhang's hand constantly rubbing against her father's nipples. Her father seemed to be unable to resist and lay back on the bed.
This time, my father was no longer lying on the bed, facing the ceiling. Since he was not under pressure when he was lying on, his father became much more relaxed than before.
Aunt Zhang was originally standing on one side of the bed to massage her father. After her father turned over, she slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt between her father's legs. Seeing this, her father raised his head slightly and asked in a daze tone: What is this for...?
Before my father finished asking, Aunt Zhang said: Sit up and press, the force can be evenly applied. My father had no choice but to put his head back on the bed.
Aunt Zhang's hands seemed to be able to squeeze out water. After pressing them on her father for so long, not only did they show any signs of dryness, but they also became more moist. The slender hands made her father's body shiny, and the lights made her father's body more charming.
Aunt Zhang made a gesture of folding his hands and slowly pushed his hands up from his father's navel, and then gradually separated his hands. When he slid to his father's neck, Aunt Zhang's hand began to gently press on both sides of his father's shoulders. Aunt Zhang's palms were like two fish that were out of water, pressing them over and over again on his father's shoulders. After a while, he returned to the original starting point, and then repeated the actions just now.
Finally, Aunt Zhang no longer insisted on letting her hands follow a fixed track. When her father thought she was still repeating the previous movements like before, Aunt Zhang held on her father's chest.
Her ten fingers spread slightly, and her left and right hands only had middle fingers on her father's skin. So the two middle fingers began to grop slowly, as if they were looking for food to eat. After a while, they stopped on her father's two nipples.
What followed was continuous rotation, followed by another round of rotation, squeaking, irritating, and my father's low moans sounded again
He persisted for a few seconds and couldn't stand it anymore and said: Don't do this
As she said that, she reached out to grab Aunt Zhang's hand and signaled her to stop her current movements.
Not only was Aunt Zhang not angry, but also said with interest: OK! Since you don’t cooperate with the treatment, I can only give up this step! After saying that, Aunt Zhang really stopped moving.
I originally thought that when I got here, my father's treatment was finally over, but I saw Aunt Zhang kneeling on the bed no longer doing anything
She was sitting on the bed almost in a daze, maybe watching her father, maybe thinking about something, or both
Just when I was puzzled, Aunt Zhang's hands began to move again
She quietly stretched down the towel on her father's body. Now her father was wearing only one underwear. Outside the underwear on her body, the only thing that could cover her shame was the long towel on him, and this long towel just covered her father's lower body
A few seconds later, a sudden convulsion came from my father's body, followed by his ten toes starting to twist and tighten.
He quickly reached out and grabbed Aunt Zhang's hand and accused: You are really too much!
Faced with her father's reproach, Aunt Zhang showed disapproval and said: Sister Mei has been away for so many days, don't you feel uncomfortable alone?
My father opened his eyes, he lay on the bed and looked at Aunt Zhang, and then said: It seems that you have a wife at home yet!
Aunt Zhang said: It's in Guangzhou, not at home
The movements in her hands were still not stopped when she spoke, and no matter how her father blocked her hands, it was useless. Therefore, her father wanted to continue saying something, and she forced her to press it back.
My father pretended to be calm, but his heart was already rolling like a storm. He reiterated again: Don’t do this anymore! Aunt Zhang continued to complete her work regardless of the matter and said: I’m just helping you with your hands, don’t be surprised!
My father refused repeatedly and said: I don’t want to do something to be sorry for my wife! After that, he wanted to get up and leave.
Aunt Zhang quickly pulled out a hand from her father's crotch, pushed her back to the bed, and said: We didn't do anything, why did you betray Sister Mei?
While talking, Aunt Zhang's movements under her father's crotch became faster and faster. Her father couldn't help but moan: Ah! Oh! Hiss!
Aunt Zhang continued: Look, don’t you feel quite comfortable? I think you are really suffocated. After touching them for a few times, you will be so hard! If it’s over now, wouldn’t it be even more uncomfortable to go back later? Why don’t you lie down and let me help you get it out! Don’t worry, I will never tell anyone!
My father stared at Aunt Zhang for a long time, his eyes gradually became blurred, and the persistence in his heart was gradually shattered by temptation. In the end, he chose to lie down and continue to let Aunt Zhang caress him, and said: I can only use my hands!
Aunt Zhang smiled and replied: I understand! After that, Aunt Zhang took off the long towel covering his father's body. In an instant, Aunt Zhang and I were both frightened by the huge creature in my father's lower body!
A huge dark root stood on my father's body with his head held high and his chest held high. The huge root was dissatisfied with the sudden meridians, and transparent liquid flowed from the top, like urine, but when you look closely, it was not
It's a sticky, transparent and slightly yellow liquid
The giant thing was really big. When Aunt Zhang held it tightly with one hand, a large part of it still poked out from the gap in Aunt Zhang's palm. Even if Aunt Zhang held her father's thick and black cock in a overlapping shape, her glans could still be exposed to our sight without restraint.
Aunt Zhang exclaimed: I always say that Sister Mei is blessed! But I didn’t expect Sister Mei to be so blessed!
My father seemed embarrassed. He subconsciously wanted to cover his lower body with both hands, but as soon as he reached over, Aunt Zhang blocked him back. Aunt Zhang teased him: Why? It's time to go, but I'm still embarrassed to get up?
My father didn't say anything, just silently put down his hands
I have never seen my father's lower body so intuitively, and I have never seen my father's lower body in my impression. I once heard my mother say that when I was very young, my father took a bath with me for a long time. Sometimes I took half an hour to wash it. I don't know how my father helped me wash it. However, I have forgotten all this experience, so naturally I can't remember what my father's lower body looks like
Now that I see it, I can be said to be deeply memorable and amazed. My father's dick can no longer be described as majestic. At least at this moment, I can't find a suitable adjective in my mind to describe this giant root.
Aunt Zhang seems to want to destroy the previous contract with her father
She slowly bent down when her father was not paying attention, her head getting closer and closer to her father's huge roots, but the hair scattered between her temples just flew across her father's skin, making her know that her intentions were wrong before she completely put her head close to the giant object.
The father reached out his hand in time to hinder Aunt Zhang's progress and said: No! No! I just agree with you to use your hands!
Aunt Zhang said in a nearly begging tone: Can you not taste a bite? Just taste it, I won’t go too far.
The father said resolutely: No! Aunt Zhang had to give up
Since Aunt Zhang turned her back to me, I often couldn't see what her specific movement was doing. I could only hear my father's constant low voices, Oh! Ah! Fuck! , hiss Ah!!! Fuck! , um! Ah! Damn! Fuck!
It can be heard that this is my father's heartfelt cry
I hardly heard my father say swear words. Whether in front of me or in front of my mother, my father never showed any rudeness in front of us. But at this moment, I saw his rude side, but strangely, I was not disgusted. I even felt that the moment my father said swear words, a unique charm began to invade my heart.
Perhaps because she was angry with her father, Aunt Zhang's actions towards her father seemed to be getting more and more rude.
The movements of her hands began to grow bigger and bigger, and the force became more and more fierce. I could hear my father starting to speak to her in the corner, not like a normal conversation, but more like begging for mercy. I only heard my father say intermittently to Aunt Zhang: Be gentle... Ah! Fuck! Be gentle! No... Fuck! Slow! Ah!
But Aunt Zhang ignored her father's request. She insisted on continuing her method alone. It seemed that she was completing her established treatment steps, but in fact she was revengeing her father and repeatedly rejecting her request.
After a while, my father's body began to shake violently
His hands began to grab the edge of the bed tightly, and his legs began to stretch straight, and his toes and insteps even collapsed into a straight line. Of course, this was just an exaggeration, because my father seemed to feel some uncontrollable stimulation, and his feet kept switching back and forth between tension and twist, which made me feel very incredible on the side.
Finally, my father finally shouted: Ah!!!
At the same time, my father's legs were quickly clamped with Aunt Zhang sitting between his thighs. As he thrust his body, I could see several streams of liquid gushing out of the bed.
It's similar to urine, but I don't want it to be urine. It's a kind of sticky, turbid, slightly yellowed liquid that is not as coherent as urine. I know it's sprayed from my father's body, to be precise, it should be sprayed from my father's huge roots.
My father's courage was beyond Aunt Zhang's expectations. Aunt Zhang had no time to dodge, and her face was sprayed with her father's experience in an instant, and some even made her eyes blurred.
She said at a loss: Oh! My God! Why can you spray so much! Look! My hair is all over! There is also on my face!
At first glance, I heard a complaint, but in fact, Aunt Zhang seemed to be very happy
The room was filled with fishy smell. My father was lying on the bed and didn't want to move. Aunt Zhang had already gotten off the bed.
She went to the corner to get a few pieces of body fluids left on my father's body, and then covered her with the long towel. I thought to myself that this massage treatment was over.
Just as I was about to continue observing, I vaguely heard footsteps coming upstairs from the stairs. I quickly pulled my head out of the blanket, ran back to the place I had hidden before and hid myself, so as not to be discovered. However, it seemed that the man didn't seem to be coming for my room, because I heard the knock on the door in the next room.
The person who spoke was a young elder sister, and her voice was cool and sweet: Sister Cui, there was an old customer below the building asking you to wash your hair. Have you finished your work here?
Aunt Zhang shouted in a sharp voice: Come soon! After saying that, there was no sound in the next room
After waiting for a few more minutes, the door of the next room opened, and then the footsteps of the downstairs were heard. The tap shoes were knocking loudly against the floor. I knew Aunt Zhang had gone downstairs.
After waiting for a while, the door was opened again. This time the footsteps became heavy and steady. I knew it was the sound of my father leaving.
Later, when people were not paying attention, I sneaked back to the first floor of the hair salon. The employees were all busy with work. The older sisters had changed a batch, and the original ones had already gotten off work.
One of the older sisters didn't know that I had been here a long time ago, and thought I had just arrived at the store.
I told her that she wanted to cut my hair, and soon she cut my hair for me
When I got home, my father was already at home. He changed his clothes and had no longer the smell of sweat that he had in the hair salon earlier. It was as clean as if nothing had happened.
Of course, my father's behavior also seemed to be happening without any reason.
He asked me why I got home so late. I could emphasize that I went to Aunt Zhang's shop to cut my hair. My father was not surprised after hearing this, and it could even be said to be expressionless. I admire him from the bottom of my heart that he could happen like nothing happened.
When I went to bed at night, my mind was filled with the scenes of my father in the hair salon, the dim room, the narrow bed, the smelly big feet, the majestic giant roots, and the amazing launch moments. Every scene reappeared in my mind.
I was thinking that the father, who was honest in the past, had an unknown side. I wonder what his mother would feel when she knew it?
What will my father feel after he knows that I know his deeds?
I thought about it, and gradually fell asleep
I held the rice bowl and climbed the rice in the bowl while listening to my mother murmuring.
My mother seemed to be worried about this trip and kept reminding her father.
My father was silent, nodding sometimes, and sometimes responding to his mother, indicating that he was listening to her advice carefully.
My mother said: Although this business trip was only half a month, I was still worried about the family affairs. After saying that, she turned her eyes to me.
My eyes and mother's eyes dodged. After looking up at my mother, I put my eyes back into the bowl.
Since I remembered myself, my relationship with my mother was not very close, which was largely due to my strict discipline on me.
In the heart of my mother, boys should develop a kind of tenacity from an early age. Don’t cry when encountering problems and move forward when facing setbacks. This is the attitude that a qualified boy should have, but I often disappoint my mother.
What goes against my mother's idea is that I am born with a relatively introverted personality. I loved crying and making fun of things when I was a child. Now I have grown up a little bit. Although I don't think I was so unreasonable when I was a child, the manly image in my mother's mind is still a long distance.
My mother is often very upset about my personality. She blamed this on my education. Since I was very young, I was strictly disciplined by my mother. Gradually, I became a fear of my mother. Over time, I didn't dare to pay attention to her anymore.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, my mother said: What I worry most is Xiaojie's homework!
I thought to myself, I was scolded by her again before she left
The mother looked at her father and said: After I arrived in Guangzhou this time, you should keep a close eye on it. If you have any trouble, let him play around with it. If you delay your homework, you may lose more children!
My father picked up a piece of meat from the plate and sent it to his mouth. While chewing, he said: Don't worry! I will take good care of Xiaojie! After that, my father glanced at me.
Although I have little close relationship with my mother, my relationship with my father is not necessarily much better.
Because of work, I have few opportunities to get along with my father from childhood to adulthood.
My father works in the power supply bureau in our local city and goes out to work every day.
My father's life is not as relaxed as those of his classmates' fathers in the class. Other fathers spend their days drinking tea and bragging, but my father has to burn out the sun and rain every day to repair cables. Because of this, my father's face is always dark in my impression.
But the dark skin was not as lifeless as black charcoal. My father's dark skin sometimes shines like a bronze statue, which made me very confused.
Once when my father came to school to pick me up from school, he happened to meet me playing outside the school gate with my classmates. The next day after I arrived at school, the students all came over to me and asked: Xiaojie, was that uncle your father yesterday? I nodded.
A girl next to her said again: Xiaojie, your father is so black? And he is very strong, unlike my father, who is white and fat.
I looked embarrassed after hearing this, and I didn't quite understand whether they were laughing at my father or praising me. Later I realized that they were envious of me for having such a father.
This time my mother's business trip may be a good opportunity for me to get along with my father alone. A long time ago, I thought about having the opportunity to get along with my father alone, but when this day came, I began to be at a loss and didn't know how to face the familiar and strange man in front of me.
My father and my mother are model couples in the community. They have been in love for many years. Neighbors rarely see them quarrel. Even my son, who lives with them, rarely see them quarrel.
In my impression, most of the time my father would give in to his mother
My mother still complains on weekdays, either because she is worried about my studies or complains about her father’s work. Whenever that happens, my father will always comfort and relieve her by her side. Sometimes it is thanks to my father that my mother’s topic will be pulled away from my studies.
My mother works as an executive in a listed company in our city, but my father is just a small employee in the power supply bureau. I often hear my mother complain at night: You have been working for so many years, why are you still just a small employee? Your leaders don’t want to promote you?
My father always smiled and said: The staff are also very good. The leader has the hard work of the leader. I see you are worried about your subordinates a lot, right?
The mother disagreed with her father's words and said: Being a leader is always good, at least the salary will never be less than now!
My father knew that my mother was not concerned about money, but that she felt it was not worth it for her father to get up early and work late every day.
My father always enlightened her: It's okay, it's good now
This is really good now
Although my father is a small employee, in the eyes of others, his father is a qualified husband and father.
I rarely go to my father's company. In the past, I went to my father's company either to pick mangoes in their courtyard or to catch carp in their ponds. Every time my father took me to his company, I would more or less meet some of my father's colleagues.
There are men and women, and there are even more seniors, but most of them are kind-hearted and greet their fathers with a smile.
Sometimes, I would bend down to tease me, but I don’t like being funny, so many times I choose to hide behind my father
So I heard the other party ask his father: Jianwei, is this your son?
The father replied yes, and they said: He looks so cute! But he is too shy, right?
As he said that, he signaled to reach out to hug me, but I refused
The other party still didn't give up, so he took out a piece of candy from his bag and said to me: Is it good to give you candy?
I saw that the candies in her hand were colorful and extremely tempting, so I agreed embarrassedly
Seeing this, the father smiled and said: Child, greedy!
The man also smiled and replied: It doesn't matter
During the meal, my mother repeatedly reminded me of some matters, and my father agreed to it one by one to reassure her.
At this time, the doorbell rang
My mother put down the dishes and hurriedly ran to open the door
The visiting was a female guest. Since the mother opened the door not very large, she only opened a crack of ten feet wide, so I couldn't see who it was, but I could hear the woman's voice very sharply, so I guessed who it was in my heart. It was probably Aunt Zhang who was in the development gallery outside the community.
Speaking of Aunt Zhang, she is a person who knows how to repay kindness.
I remember when I was still in kindergarten, my mother met Aunt Zhang.
At that time, my mother helped my grandma build a small convenience store of about ten square meters outside the community to do a small business. Originally, there were walls on all sides of our community, but the developer later transformed the walls into shops. Then my mother had the idea of setting up a shop for her grandma to do business.
At that time, my mother would go to the convenience store from time to time. At that time, Aunt Zhang rented a two-room shop to do a hair salon business in the fifth store separated from us.
I still remember that at that time, Aunt Zhang often came to play in grandma's convenience store. Sometimes, because grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient, our family would finish their meals directly in the convenience store. Every time at this time, Aunt Zhang would come to our store to chat happily.
My mother is a person who likes fun. She is happy to chat with Aunt Zhang, but her father has been taciturn and does not talk to them. Sometimes when she sees Aunt Zhang coming, she sits and goes home.
After walking around for a while, my mother and Aunt Zhang became quite familiar with each other.
My mother seemed a little surprised by Aunt Zhang's visit, and asked: Why are you still free to come here so late? Isn't the store busy?
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: I'm busy, but I recently got some lychees from my hometown. While it's still fresh, I'll give you some.
Mother said: Why are you so embarrassed? Always take your stuff...
Before he finished speaking, Aunt Zhang interrupted: They have been having sex for several years, why do they do this?
As usual, every time Aunt Zhang comes to visit us, she still has to come in and sit in, and this time is no exception.
Without waiting for her mother to greet her, she walked into the living room first. After seeing a table of food, she sighed: How good is the food tonight? There are fish and meat.
Seeing this, my father just asked politely: Let’s have a meal together, Xiaojie, and ask Aunt Zhang to have a meal.
I also said to my father mechanically: Aunt Zhang has a meal
Aunt Zhang laughed and waved her hand to refuse: No, I have eaten it, I have appreciated your kindness. After she thanked her father for invitation, she sighed at the food on the table. Your family is so happy. I am much simpler. I have a simple meal every day, and even the dishes are eaten with a few younger sisters in the store.
At this time, my mother sat down again. After hearing this, my mother said: Where? Isn’t this going on a business trip tomorrow, so the two of them practiced it specifically for me!
Aunt Zhang was shocked after hearing this and asked: Sister Mei, you are on a business trip tomorrow? Where are you going?
The mother replied indifferently: Guangzhou, you have to walk for half a month as soon as you leave, so I can't worry about the whole family! I was still giving instructions to their father and son before you came!
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: Don’t worry, I think these two of you in your family don’t know how to take care of yourself!
My father listened, and then he smiled. My mother said: "It's better to explain everything." After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on me, and then she added: By the way, Xiaojie, I forgot to remind you just now. Just as Aunt Zhang came, I remembered that your hair had not been cut for a while. Look at your current appearance, you are sloppy. You can go to Aunt Zhang's store to cut it in the past two days.
I absent-mindedly said, Aunt Zhang laughed apologetically: Even if Xiaojie has long hair, he is still very handsome!
After hearing this, my mother scolded me, but she could tell that she still liked to listen to Aunt Zhang's words.
After that, Aunt Zhang sat for a while and left
After my mother was on a business trip in Guangzhou, only my father and I were left in the whole house. I suddenly felt that the house was much deserted. Without the adornment of my mother's usual harsh words and harsh education, this was not like a home.
Although I had more opportunities to get along alone during that time, the father and son rarely talked on weekdays. Apart from simple greetings, my father and I had no other topics.
I think this must be a habit I have developed since I was a child. It can't be said to be good or bad, but I just got used to it. After talking too much, I feel uncomfortable again.
One day, when I got home, I saw my father sitting in the living room
He was shirtless and sweaty. Perhaps because the weather was too hot, he took off his shirt. He had never seen him do such a rude move before.
This is the first time I have seen my father's body. My father is very tall, perhaps because of his work, and his figure is particularly strong. Although his muscles are not as good as those of the bodybuilding models on TV, you can still see the outlines clearly visible.
When I approached my father, I realized that the shiny liquid on my father was not his sweat, but a kind of active oil.
No wonder there is a smell of herbs floating in the air, I thought to myself
I glanced at it and asked: Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are there red things on your body?
My father replied: It's okay, I fell down at work, and now it's okay
Even though I said that, I could feel that my father was still holding back a pain, and even speaking was very difficult.
I continued: Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?
My father replied: No, just take a break. Seeing my father say this, I didn't continue.
The next day when my father sent me to school, he happened to meet Grandma Chen in the community.
Grandma Chen is a distant relative of us. She moved to this community two years ago.
Seeing that her father was walking a little strange than usual, she asked casually: Oh, Jianwei, have you twisted your waist?
After hearing this, my father replied embarrassedly: It's Ah, I accidentally twisted it while working.
Grandma Chen said: No wonder, I saw this a while ago when I twisted it, but your Amei didn’t apply medicine to you?
My father said: Amei happened to be on a business trip these days, but I also applied some medicine myself last night. I guess it's okay
Grandma Chen said in surprise: How can that work? This kind of spraining disease still needs to be pressed.
My father said: I'm busy with work and don't have time to go to the hospital
Grandma Chen said: There is no need to spend time to go to the hospital. After I sprained my waist last time, I heard that there is a store outside the community that presses it very well. The boss is very good at pressing it. If you have time, go and press it for him, it won’t take much time.
My father replied: I don’t think it’s necessary. I’m much better now. I guess I’ll be cured tonight.
Grandma Chen couldn't resist her father, so she went with her father.
Every day after school, I take the bus home by myself. Because my father and mother work, sometimes they are busy until they get off work late, so I developed the habit of taking the bus home after school.
This is the only way to take the bus home in the world. There are many people on the bus. Everyone is like bees returning to the nest. As soon as they arrive at the station, they keep rushing to the moving beehive. But most of the time, the people on the bus only come in and don’t go out.
I was squeezed into the bus by all kinds of people, making me breathless
At that time, the buses in our city were not all air-conditioned as they are now, so the buses were very stuffy. In addition, it was around the summer solstice, and there was a irritable atmosphere everywhere in the air.
By the time I got off the bus, I was already sweating profusely
While walking, I was blocked by the bangs on my forehead because I was sweating all the time in the car just now. Now the bangs on my forehead are all stuck on my forehead, sticky and hot
It was only then that I remembered that I should have fulfilled my mother's advice and went to Aunt Zhang's shop to cut her hair
The shampoo shop was full of people, and even the couch waiting for the queue was crowded.
When I arrived at the store, I didn't see Aunt Zhang. Only four older sisters were busy washing the hair for the customers.
Those older sisters are probably only in their early twenties, some with ponytails, and some with a small bun on the back of their heads. It can be seen that they are still very young girls.
One of the older sisters saw me walking into the store and said to me: Let's sit on the sofa and wait for a while.
Obviously, she didn't recognize me
The person who talked to me was named Ayu. I recognized her, but she did not recognize me. If she recognized me, I should know that my mother and Aunt Zhang had a good relationship and would never let me sit here and wait.
I looked around and still couldn't find Aunt Zhang's shadow. I tried my best to find a good plan but failed, so I had to wait quietly.
This hair salon is a two-bedroom house. The store is not big, but the equipment is complete, and the guests are both men, women, and young.
Because everyone was working on their own work and had no time to notice me, a child, so when I wandered around the store, no one came forward to scold me.
Deep in the store is a glimpse of the movie wall. Because the air conditioner air conditioner can't float there, few people stop in that area.
I slipped over when someone was not paying attention. When I turned into the other side of the shadow wall, I realized that there was a staircase behind the shadow wall.
Because the area around the community is still residential buildings, except for the first floor to be used as a shop, the remaining floors are still residential buildings of the community owners. Therefore, when I saw that this shampoo shop could connect to the upper floor, I was quite surprised and thought about finding out what was going on.
I followed the stairs and climbed up to the second floor with slightest steps
The upstairs are much quieter than the downstairs. Without the polite conversations of adults, this place has become a quiet place
Walking up to the stairs on the second floor, I saw three closed doors facing me. I walked up and pushed them gently. Two doors were tightly closed, and the remaining door was lightly closed. It opened with a light push. In an instant, a smell of floral fragrance floated out of it.
I looked inside through the crack in the small door and saw a few beds in the room. There was a table next to the window, and some cosmetics were piled on the table. I think this was probably the room of those older sisters. They live upstairs here on weekdays.
Following the stairs, the steps lead to the third floor. I still walked up the steps. The layout above was the same as the second floor.
Because of curiosity, I repeated the actions I had just on the second floor, tentatively tentatively, and then I found that the doors on the third floor were all open.
I picked a room casually and walked in, carefully locked the door. I thought to myself that there were so many people below the building, it would be better to have a sleep here first, and it would not be too late to go down after I had enough sleep. Anyway, no one knew that I was there. The older sisters below the building were all greeting guests. Who would notice me?
Thinking of this, I lay down with peace of mind on a bed in the room
When I woke up, I don't know how long it had passed
I was awakened by the footsteps of the people going up the stairs. The footsteps of the people going upstairs were originally light, but the sound of the heels colliding with the floor tiles was so crisp that it was heard. When you listen carefully, it was the sound of the high heels worn by women.
The footsteps of a man were accompanied by the sound of a man. The man's footsteps were much more steadily than that of the woman. When I stepped on the steps of the stairs, the taps sounded. I could hear the sound of work boots rubbing against the ground.
I quickly sat up from the soft bed, afraid that they would find it, so I quickly searched for a hidden corner in the room to hide, but there was really nothing worth hiding in this room. Fortunately, the two people did not come to my room, but went to the room next to me.
I felt much more at ease when I heard them close the door.
The room where the two people were in was only one wall. The wall was covered with decorative curtains. Although they were curtains, they looked extremely thick and more like a carpet from a foreign country. The dark colors and mysterious patterns on the blanket attracted my attention.
I could vaguely hear the sound from the next room, the sound of knocking down items
I was curious, so I walked into the wall, pressed my ears to the wall, and listened to the sound coming from next door.
There were indeed two men and women in the next room. They were talking. I was very familiar with the woman's voice, it was Aunt Zhang's voice.
Strangely, the man's voice also made me feel familiar. I always felt like I heard this sound somewhere, but I never thought of who it was.
At this moment, I found stars and lights coming from the gaps between the blankets hanging on the wall. Since the room I was in was in the backlight, the only window in the room was covered with light by the branches outside the window, so the light in the blanket was particularly bright.
I gently pulled open the blanket and actually saw a few small holes behind the blanket. It turned out that those small holes could see the scene of the next house.
I couldn't wait to aim my eyes at one of the holes, trying to find out the story of the next room
The holes in the next room are also covered with blankets, but they do not completely cover all their sights. You can see clearly what is happening in that room through the hole.
The room was extremely dim and looked like someone had pulled the curtains early
There were also several heavy-colored blankets hanging on the walls of the room, creating a mysterious, safe and undiscovered feeling in the whole room.
A man sat in the corner of the room. The dim light made me unable to see the man's face clearly. However, at that moment, through the faint outline of the body, I was sure that I must have seen that man.
Aunt Zhang turned on the lights in the room. The lights in that room also revealed an unusual sense of concealment and warmth. There was no light pipe installed in the room, so it might have been installed, but Aunt Zhang did not turn on. Although several lights were turned on, most of the lights were desk lamps with weak light. Some were placed on the desktop and some fell directly on the ground.
The decorations in the room are not like ordinary bedrooms. There are rolls of white towels next to the walls, and a small bed is placed in the center of the room. The bed is not like the kind of bed I often find for sleeping. The bed is small and high, and can only barely accommodate the next adult.
Aunt Zhang was tidying up the towel, just blocking the man sitting in the corner. When she finished tidying up, she walked to a corner of the room and put it in, I finally saw who the man was.
What I never thought was that the man sitting there would be my father
He sat on a leather chair with a puzzled look, holding a cigarette in his hand. The cigarette was burned for a long time, and the ashes at the top had become extremely long, but his father still did not dust off the long string of ashes. Perhaps there were no ashtrays in the room, and his father was afraid of dirtying the floor of the room.
Sure enough, when Aunt Zhang came back, she gave it to her father with an ashtray, and then said: Copy the ashes here.
My father took the ashtray and dusted off the long string of ashes
Then Aunt Zhang said: Take off her clothes
After hearing this, my father looked up at Aunt Zhang and felt a little embarrassed. Then he pinched the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, and the blue smoke from the cigarette suddenly stopped suddenly.
My father stood up and took off his work clothes
To avoid sun exposure, my father usually wears two work clothes on his body, even in the hot summer. The outer one is a work-style uniform jacket, and the bottom is an ordinary T-shirt
After taking off the coat, you can see that the T-shirt under my father was soaked with sweat. After taking off his body, he was shiny and shiny, like a bronze statue displayed in a museum.
After taking off his shirt, my father was about to lie on the bed, but at this time Aunt Zhang smiled and said: Take off her pants, and wearing such thick pants, I guess it will not be convenient to press them later.
My father seemed a little surprised, and he could tell that he was hesitant, but after a moment he took off his upper body's overalls. After taking off his overalls completely, my father lay down on the bed.
Aunt Zhang picked up a long towel from the bench next to the room, spread it out and folded it in half, then spread it to her father's back, covering her father's perky buttocks, and then heard her say: When did you sprain?
My father's head was buried in the bed, and his answer seemed much heavier than before: Yesterday
Aunt Zhang said: It wasn't too long. As she said that, she tried to fumble on her father's back with her hands, and then said: It's okay, just press it.
My father said: I didn’t expect you to be able to massage. If Aunt Chen hadn’t talked to me, I really wouldn’t know that you still have this skill!
The father refers to Mrs. Chen, whom he met in the community early this morning.
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: I don’t understand what craftsmanship, and I don’t dare to show off everywhere, but minor illnesses and pains can still be solved.
The father asked: Is Mrs. Chen sprained her waist before? Was it the massage you gave her?
Aunt Zhang replied: Yes, she happened to come to the store to cut her hair. I saw that her legs and feet were inconvenient, so I felt strange. You don’t know that Mrs. Chen’s legs and feet are very light on weekdays! So I asked her if she had a sprain. This question was true! Later, I pressed her several times and slowly recovered.
The father said: Then she really has to thank you
Aunt Zhang smiled again and said: If you are from neighbors, please help me if you can! Don’t be too polite.
I hid in the small hole covered by tapestries and watched everything happening in front of me.
It turns out that my father came here to cure his sprain. No wonder I feel confused. Why did my father come to find Aunt Zhang for no reason? Usually, when Aunt Zhang came to our house, my father was not so enthusiastic about Aunt Zhang.
Between my father and Aunt Zhang were talking to me, Aunt Zhang had already started to massage her father's back
She first applied some oily liquid to the palm of her hand, and after applying it evenly, she placed her hand on the back of her father's neck and gently pressed it up
Her hands were slender and soft, and there was no sign of knuckles under her skin. No wonder she let out a low moan when she put her hand on the back of her father's neck.
Aunt Zhang asked: Is it too strong? It hurts you?
My father replied: No, this is just right
Aunt Zhang saw that her father was not blaming her, so she pressed again
There was a time in the room that was silent, neither party spoke, and the room was so quiet that even the father's breath could be heard clearly.
My father's breathing became particularly thick and powerful, and even the sound of breathing was filled with a sense of adult male sexiness
Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was surprisingly quiet, Aunt Zhang spoke again
She asked: Is Sister Mei still going well in Guangzhou?
My father also spoke: It went smoothly, I was busy every day, much more busy than here
Aunt Zhang said: When you are on a business trip, there is no reason why you are not busy.
My father laughed twice, but didn't answer Aunt Zhang's words
After a while, Aunt Zhang said again: Sister Mei is relieved, she actually left you two at home for so long
My father said: There is nothing we can do about it. Work is important. Xiaojie is now older. Unlike when he was young, he asked people to watch him everywhere. Now she is much more at ease when she is on a business trip.
Aunt Zhang smiled and said: I am not talking about Xiaojie! I mean you, you are alone at home for so long, aren’t you afraid of boredom?
My father said: It's okay. I always work during the day and go home at night. The time is full, and sometimes I don't even have boring time.
Aunt Zhang joked: Men of your age always like to be with you, right? Otherwise, the work pressure will be so high and lifeless when you go home. How boring is this kind of life?
My father said: I have Xiaojie with me at home
Aunt Zhang said again: Xiaojie is still a child and doesn’t know a lot of things. What can I talk to with you?
My father stopped talking after hearing this. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang temporarily stopped speaking
At this time, Aunt Zhang's hand had already been taken back from the back of her father's neck.
She filled some oily and watery liquid into her palms, and then came to her father's feet
Aunt Zhang began to stroke one of his father's feet. The sudden touch caused his father's body to twitch. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang asked: Are you afraid of itch?
The father replied: Yes, Aunt Zhang's mouth always maintained a raised posture. She stroked her father's soles with her fingers twice. Her father's body twitched again and quickly advised: Don't...! Don't...!
Aunt Zhang giggled and said: I didn’t expect that a big man like you would be so ticklish?
My father said helplessly: Everyone has weaknesses! Aunt Zhang put away her laughter and began to concentrate on her father's body.
She stretched out her arms, bent down, held one of her father's legs with both hands, and connected her fingers around her father's thick thighs, then slid from her father's thighs to her ankles, and then turned from her father's heel, sliding along the veins at the soles of her feet to the tip of her toes
Aunt Zhang slid and massaged her father's thighs back and forth, and every inch of her fingers was constantly tightening along the outline of her father's body. Whenever her whole body bent down, she always felt like she wanted to press her body against her father's thighs, because I could clearly see that Aunt Zhang's chest had already wandered back and forth on her father's thigh skin.
Obviously, my father had already felt this, so he said: Do you need to press your thighs too? When my father spoke, Aunt Zhang's body was pressed against her father's thighs again. Her head was only one inch away from her buttocks. As long as my father moved a little, he would collide with her head head head.
Following his father's body, Aunt Zhang began to press his father's thighs with the strength of her body, and then slowly slid her body through her lower body along the small bed.
I saw her face passing by her father's calves, followed by her ankles, soles and the last toe tip of her toes
My father began to act unacceptable and said: A Cui...this...isn't this good, right?
Aunt Zhang’s full name is Zhang Cui. This is the first time I have heard A Cui say this from my father’s mouth.
Aunt Zhang asked: What's wrong? Don't like it? Her voice began to become soft and soft. Her original voice was very sharp. Now she deliberately lowered her voice and spoke, which made people feel like a middle school girl who was still young in the grade was talking.
My father said: I... have some smell on my body, I'm afraid you will feel disgusted if you smell it!
After hearing this, Aunt Zhang pressed her face to the soles of her father's feet, and then took a strong breath at the arch of her father's feet.
My father was frightened by a sudden burst of heat from the soles of his feet, but Aunt Zhang steadily hugged his father's foot, and after smelling it for a few consecutive times, he said: "A man has some smell, a real man."
I could feel my father didn't know how to deal with such a scene at this moment, and even I was stunned by the scene, even when I was watching from the side.
Aunt Zhang smelled her father's body, and her movements were extremely enthusiastic. She closed her eyes, her mouth was slightly opened, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. From time to time, a little bit of tongue tip was poked out from her mouth, gently brushing across her father's skin.
At that time, I didn't understand what Aunt Zhang was doing. I just thought it was a necessary step during the massage process, so I didn't show any disgust with Aunt Zhang's actions, and I was more curious and puzzled in my mind.
It can be seen that my father is getting nervous. I saw that my father's legs are stretched straight, and the muscles in his calf are as hard as a hill. Because Aunt Zhang has applied a layer of oil and water on his legs, the raised muscles look particularly bright.
I noticed again that my father's feet were also in a nervous state, with the toes of his feet gathering and clustering, and it was unknown when it began to become inseparable.
Aunt Zhang's tongue slid to the soles of her father's feet and also noticed her father's actions. She tried to relax her father and tried to gently spread her toes, but she didn't appreciate it at all. So she had a sudden inspiration and stroked her father's soles with her fingers. Her father had a spasm again by Aunt Zhang, and finally let her toes loosen her ten tight toes. This time, Aunt Zhang could finally let her tongue wander in the cracks of her father's toes.
Aunt Zhang kept repeating the actions just now, and there was another long silence in the room, and I gradually became a little drowsy in another room.
Just when my eyes were exhausted and I felt that my interest was about to disappear, a new game started in the dim room.
After pressing her father's lower body, Aunt Zhang returned to her father's back. She began to press her back with her elbow. The repeated movements kept coming from her father's mouth.
Aunt Zhang asked: Does it hurt?
My father didn't answer, maybe it was because he fell asleep
Seeing that no one responded to her questions, Aunt Zhang repeated: Does it hurt?
The last time I heard this claim was what my mother said to her father on the night before her business trip. Now I say it from another woman who is not particularly close to me. I always feel that I feel unspeakable and uncomfortable in my heart.
My father still didn't answer. Seeing this, Aunt Zhang pinched her hard on her waist. My father immediately cried out in pain.
Aunt Zhang chuckled and said: You know you are pretending to be asleep!
The father said: Stop making trouble!
Aunt Zhang acted coquettishly and said: I didn’t make a fuss! I was asking about your feelings. If you don’t tell me how I know where to continue pressing Ah?
My father said helplessly: It's pretty good, just continue like this
Seeing that his father's tone began to become accusing, Aunt Zhang stopped acting coquettishly
At this time, Aunt Zhang's hands had left her father's back
Seeing that there was no movement on my back for a long time, my father thought the massage had ended, so he turned over and prepared to get off the bed.
But not long after my father got up, Aunt Zhang put one hand on her father's abdominal muscles and said to her father: Don't worry, there is still the last step I didn't press.
As she said, she let her hand wander on her father's chest muscles. I could clearly see Aunt Zhang's hand constantly rubbing against her father's nipples. Her father seemed to be unable to resist and lay back on the bed.
This time, my father was no longer lying on the bed, facing the ceiling. Since he was not under pressure when he was lying on, his father became much more relaxed than before.
Aunt Zhang was originally standing on one side of the bed to massage her father. After her father turned over, she slowly climbed onto the bed and knelt between her father's legs. Seeing this, her father raised his head slightly and asked in a daze tone: What is this for...?
Before my father finished asking, Aunt Zhang said: Sit up and press, the force can be evenly applied. My father had no choice but to put his head back on the bed.
Aunt Zhang's hands seemed to be able to squeeze out water. After pressing them on her father for so long, not only did they show any signs of dryness, but they also became more moist. The slender hands made her father's body shiny, and the lights made her father's body more charming.
Aunt Zhang made a gesture of folding his hands and slowly pushed his hands up from his father's navel, and then gradually separated his hands. When he slid to his father's neck, Aunt Zhang's hand began to gently press on both sides of his father's shoulders. Aunt Zhang's palms were like two fish that were out of water, pressing them over and over again on his father's shoulders. After a while, he returned to the original starting point, and then repeated the actions just now.
Finally, Aunt Zhang no longer insisted on letting her hands follow a fixed track. When her father thought she was still repeating the previous movements like before, Aunt Zhang held on her father's chest.
Her ten fingers spread slightly, and her left and right hands only had middle fingers on her father's skin. So the two middle fingers began to grop slowly, as if they were looking for food to eat. After a while, they stopped on her father's two nipples.
What followed was continuous rotation, followed by another round of rotation, squeaking, irritating, and my father's low moans sounded again
He persisted for a few seconds and couldn't stand it anymore and said: Don't do this
As she said that, she reached out to grab Aunt Zhang's hand and signaled her to stop her current movements.
Not only was Aunt Zhang not angry, but also said with interest: OK! Since you don’t cooperate with the treatment, I can only give up this step! After saying that, Aunt Zhang really stopped moving.
I originally thought that when I got here, my father's treatment was finally over, but I saw Aunt Zhang kneeling on the bed no longer doing anything
She was sitting on the bed almost in a daze, maybe watching her father, maybe thinking about something, or both
Just when I was puzzled, Aunt Zhang's hands began to move again
She quietly stretched down the towel on her father's body. Now her father was wearing only one underwear. Outside the underwear on her body, the only thing that could cover her shame was the long towel on him, and this long towel just covered her father's lower body
A few seconds later, a sudden convulsion came from my father's body, followed by his ten toes starting to twist and tighten.
He quickly reached out and grabbed Aunt Zhang's hand and accused: You are really too much!
Faced with her father's reproach, Aunt Zhang showed disapproval and said: Sister Mei has been away for so many days, don't you feel uncomfortable alone?
My father opened his eyes, he lay on the bed and looked at Aunt Zhang, and then said: It seems that you have a wife at home yet!
Aunt Zhang said: It's in Guangzhou, not at home
The movements in her hands were still not stopped when she spoke, and no matter how her father blocked her hands, it was useless. Therefore, her father wanted to continue saying something, and she forced her to press it back.
My father pretended to be calm, but his heart was already rolling like a storm. He reiterated again: Don’t do this anymore! Aunt Zhang continued to complete her work regardless of the matter and said: I’m just helping you with your hands, don’t be surprised!
My father refused repeatedly and said: I don’t want to do something to be sorry for my wife! After that, he wanted to get up and leave.
Aunt Zhang quickly pulled out a hand from her father's crotch, pushed her back to the bed, and said: We didn't do anything, why did you betray Sister Mei?
While talking, Aunt Zhang's movements under her father's crotch became faster and faster. Her father couldn't help but moan: Ah! Oh! Hiss!
Aunt Zhang continued: Look, don’t you feel quite comfortable? I think you are really suffocated. After touching them for a few times, you will be so hard! If it’s over now, wouldn’t it be even more uncomfortable to go back later? Why don’t you lie down and let me help you get it out! Don’t worry, I will never tell anyone!
My father stared at Aunt Zhang for a long time, his eyes gradually became blurred, and the persistence in his heart was gradually shattered by temptation. In the end, he chose to lie down and continue to let Aunt Zhang caress him, and said: I can only use my hands!
Aunt Zhang smiled and replied: I understand! After that, Aunt Zhang took off the long towel covering his father's body. In an instant, Aunt Zhang and I were both frightened by the huge creature in my father's lower body!
A huge dark root stood on my father's body with his head held high and his chest held high. The huge root was dissatisfied with the sudden meridians, and transparent liquid flowed from the top, like urine, but when you look closely, it was not
It's a sticky, transparent and slightly yellow liquid
The giant thing was really big. When Aunt Zhang held it tightly with one hand, a large part of it still poked out from the gap in Aunt Zhang's palm. Even if Aunt Zhang held her father's thick and black cock in a overlapping shape, her glans could still be exposed to our sight without restraint.
Aunt Zhang exclaimed: I always say that Sister Mei is blessed! But I didn’t expect Sister Mei to be so blessed!
My father seemed embarrassed. He subconsciously wanted to cover his lower body with both hands, but as soon as he reached over, Aunt Zhang blocked him back. Aunt Zhang teased him: Why? It's time to go, but I'm still embarrassed to get up?
My father didn't say anything, just silently put down his hands
I have never seen my father's lower body so intuitively, and I have never seen my father's lower body in my impression. I once heard my mother say that when I was very young, my father took a bath with me for a long time. Sometimes I took half an hour to wash it. I don't know how my father helped me wash it. However, I have forgotten all this experience, so naturally I can't remember what my father's lower body looks like
Now that I see it, I can be said to be deeply memorable and amazed. My father's dick can no longer be described as majestic. At least at this moment, I can't find a suitable adjective in my mind to describe this giant root.
Aunt Zhang seems to want to destroy the previous contract with her father
She slowly bent down when her father was not paying attention, her head getting closer and closer to her father's huge roots, but the hair scattered between her temples just flew across her father's skin, making her know that her intentions were wrong before she completely put her head close to the giant object.
The father reached out his hand in time to hinder Aunt Zhang's progress and said: No! No! I just agree with you to use your hands!
Aunt Zhang said in a nearly begging tone: Can you not taste a bite? Just taste it, I won’t go too far.
The father said resolutely: No! Aunt Zhang had to give up
Since Aunt Zhang turned her back to me, I often couldn't see what her specific movement was doing. I could only hear my father's constant low voices, Oh! Ah! Fuck! , hiss Ah!!! Fuck! , um! Ah! Damn! Fuck!
It can be heard that this is my father's heartfelt cry
I hardly heard my father say swear words. Whether in front of me or in front of my mother, my father never showed any rudeness in front of us. But at this moment, I saw his rude side, but strangely, I was not disgusted. I even felt that the moment my father said swear words, a unique charm began to invade my heart.
Perhaps because she was angry with her father, Aunt Zhang's actions towards her father seemed to be getting more and more rude.
The movements of her hands began to grow bigger and bigger, and the force became more and more fierce. I could hear my father starting to speak to her in the corner, not like a normal conversation, but more like begging for mercy. I only heard my father say intermittently to Aunt Zhang: Be gentle... Ah! Fuck! Be gentle! No... Fuck! Slow! Ah!
But Aunt Zhang ignored her father's request. She insisted on continuing her method alone. It seemed that she was completing her established treatment steps, but in fact she was revengeing her father and repeatedly rejecting her request.
After a while, my father's body began to shake violently
His hands began to grab the edge of the bed tightly, and his legs began to stretch straight, and his toes and insteps even collapsed into a straight line. Of course, this was just an exaggeration, because my father seemed to feel some uncontrollable stimulation, and his feet kept switching back and forth between tension and twist, which made me feel very incredible on the side.
Finally, my father finally shouted: Ah!!!
At the same time, my father's legs were quickly clamped with Aunt Zhang sitting between his thighs. As he thrust his body, I could see several streams of liquid gushing out of the bed.
It's similar to urine, but I don't want it to be urine. It's a kind of sticky, turbid, slightly yellowed liquid that is not as coherent as urine. I know it's sprayed from my father's body, to be precise, it should be sprayed from my father's huge roots.
My father's courage was beyond Aunt Zhang's expectations. Aunt Zhang had no time to dodge, and her face was sprayed with her father's experience in an instant, and some even made her eyes blurred.
She said at a loss: Oh! My God! Why can you spray so much! Look! My hair is all over! There is also on my face!
At first glance, I heard a complaint, but in fact, Aunt Zhang seemed to be very happy
The room was filled with fishy smell. My father was lying on the bed and didn't want to move. Aunt Zhang had already gotten off the bed.
She went to the corner to get a few pieces of body fluids left on my father's body, and then covered her with the long towel. I thought to myself that this massage treatment was over.
Just as I was about to continue observing, I vaguely heard footsteps coming upstairs from the stairs. I quickly pulled my head out of the blanket, ran back to the place I had hidden before and hid myself, so as not to be discovered. However, it seemed that the man didn't seem to be coming for my room, because I heard the knock on the door in the next room.
The person who spoke was a young elder sister, and her voice was cool and sweet: Sister Cui, there was an old customer below the building asking you to wash your hair. Have you finished your work here?
Aunt Zhang shouted in a sharp voice: Come soon! After saying that, there was no sound in the next room
After waiting for a few more minutes, the door of the next room opened, and then the footsteps of the downstairs were heard. The tap shoes were knocking loudly against the floor. I knew Aunt Zhang had gone downstairs.
After waiting for a while, the door was opened again. This time the footsteps became heavy and steady. I knew it was the sound of my father leaving.
Later, when people were not paying attention, I sneaked back to the first floor of the hair salon. The employees were all busy with work. The older sisters had changed a batch, and the original ones had already gotten off work.
One of the older sisters didn't know that I had been here a long time ago, and thought I had just arrived at the store.
I told her that she wanted to cut my hair, and soon she cut my hair for me
When I got home, my father was already at home. He changed his clothes and had no longer the smell of sweat that he had in the hair salon earlier. It was as clean as if nothing had happened.
Of course, my father's behavior also seemed to be happening without any reason.
He asked me why I got home so late. I could emphasize that I went to Aunt Zhang's shop to cut my hair. My father was not surprised after hearing this, and it could even be said to be expressionless. I admire him from the bottom of my heart that he could happen like nothing happened.
When I went to bed at night, my mind was filled with the scenes of my father in the hair salon, the dim room, the narrow bed, the smelly big feet, the majestic giant roots, and the amazing launch moments. Every scene reappeared in my mind.
I was thinking that the father, who was honest in the past, had an unknown side. I wonder what his mother would feel when she knew it?
What will my father feel after he knows that I know his deeds?
I thought about it, and gradually fell asleep
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