Chapter 3 Flower Sea

The exam room is like a battlefield, which is the most common sentence to the high school class teacher in the Mingchu.

At this moment, he was in this battlefield, holding a pen like a sword, imagining that he was a general who entered and exited seven times, and was unable to tell the difference between the test questions and the test questions.

However, the reality is that the test questions kill him so much that he loses his armor.

Someone has handed over the classroom in advance, but they are mostly staying until the last moment.

When the end ringtone of the last college entrance examination was ringing, Xiang Mingchu frowned and watched the test papers be collected, and his heart was mixed.

A small commotion came from around him. He turned to look, and he looked more worried.

This year's college entrance examination is very difficult.

After packing up his things, Xiang Mingqian walked towards the school gate with heavy steps, and the parents who were looking forward to it stood in front of the school gate.

With just one glance, Xiang Mingchu saw the brow wearing a baseball cap on the edge of the crowd. For some reason, he felt relieved and walked quickly.

Today, Zhuangmei has black casual clothes all over, her hair is tied with a capable ponytail, and a baseball cap without a pattern.

How do you feel?Zhuang Mei asked.

Well, it should... it's okay. Xiang Mingchu said lightly, but his face was wilted, shrugged and lowered his head, and he was worried.

Zhuang Mei patted him on the back with great force: Stand up straight, the man stands tall and straight, what should I worry about when I have a small matter?

Xiang Mingchuxin said that this is the most important thing in your son's life besides getting married and dying... But he still straightened his back hard and smiled: I know Sister Mei.

Zhuang Mei scratched his hair into a bird's nest: She smiled so ugly.Don't think so much, just try your best, go home.

She took Mingchu to the direction of parking.There were so many people around him. The people around him began to squeeze in like a wall, and all kinds of smells mixed together. Zhuang brow frowned slightly and held Xiang Mingchu's arm.

Sister Mei?

There are too many people, you can open the way.Zhuang Mei lowered the cap with no expression.

After the college entrance examination, the tense life suddenly relaxed. Xiang Mingchu was at home all day and was not very adaptable.

There are still one or two weeks before the results are released. During this waiting period, Zhuang Mei returned to normal get off work. Xiang Mingchu read novels and games at home every day, cleaned up, and cooked rice to wait for Zhuang Mei.

As the evening approached, Zhuang Mei got off work and took off her shoes and black socks in the entrance hall. She looked from behind. The round and full curve made Xiang Mingchu feel hot. I don’t know why she felt like she was welcoming her wife home. When she thought of this, Xiang Mingchu was like a kitten scratching her heart and was ready to move...

But he can only scratch his heart when he gets twitching. His youth has been ready to move for many years and has been doing nothing.

June 17th is Zhuang Mei’s birthday.However, over the years, Xiang Mingchu had never seen her celebrate her birthday.This time, Xiang Mingchu wanted to save some money to take Zhuang Mei out for dinner and look for part-time jobs everywhere.

What should I give Zhuang Mei?

Xiang Mingchu thought while checking his phone, he thought that as a beautician, my mother must have no shortage of cosmetics, and she doesn't understand it, so she is prone to make jokes. If she was invited to travel, the cost would probably not be cheap, and she would not be able to save so much money for a while.

In the evening, the two of them sat on the sofa watching TV together, and Zhuang Mei suddenly said: Tonight, you pack your luggage and bring a few sets of clothes, and we will set off tomorrow morning.

Xiang Mingchu was sneaking at Zhuang Mei's side face, but was startled by her voice and asked blankly: Go?Where are we going?I also have to bring clothes, is it a trip?

Go to Dongyun Town, my hometown, and I will do it as a way to help you relax after the college entrance examination.

Dongyun Town?Xiang Mingchu thought about it and suddenly realized, Oh, it turns out that whenever you were on a business trip a few days ago, mom, you said you were going on a business trip for a few days, and it turned out that you were going back to your hometown.

Zhuang Mei was stunned: How did you know that I go back every year?

Guess it.Xiang Mingchu shrugged, is there anything fun in Dongyun Town?

The green mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

How far?How many days will you stay?Where to sleep at night?Why didn’t you take me back before?Asked a series of questions to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhuang Mei frowned: Where did so many problems come from?In a word, if you want to go, just pack your luggage now. If you don’t go, I will leave by myself tomorrow.

OK OK OK OK Don't ask, you will definitely go if you have something to do.Xiang Mingchu ran into the room to pack up his things.

On the morning of June 16, Xiang Mingchu and Zhuang Mei officially set off.

Xiang Mingchu had an unknown excitement. Zhuang Mei rarely mentioned her past to him. This was his first time to go to Zhuang Mei’s hometown, which was also a two-person trip with Zhuang Mei. Thinking of this, Xiang Mingchu felt a sense of restlessness in his heart, like a kitten scratching his heart.

He opened the car window, took a deep breath of fresh breath, and then exhaled hard, as if he had spit out the dirt and heat in his body, and his body and mind were suddenly much more comfortable.

After two hours of driving, they successfully arrived at Zhuangmei's hometown.Surrounded by the mountains, a small town appeared in Xiang Mingchu's sight.

Dongyun Town.Xiang Mingchu looked at the plaque standing horizontally at the gate of the town and read it in a low voice.

Zhuang Mei drove the car to an open space in the town and parked it. Xiang Mingchu helped her take off her small suitcase. Zhuang Mei led the way in front.

Dongyun Town is not big, and the houses are arranged neatly like square grids. They all look very old, because they are not far from the expressway, so they are not behind.

Zhuang Mei dragged her black suitcase in front, and the sound of wheels rubbing against the bluestone floor echoed in the alley.

At the entrance of a cross alley, an old woman in her sixties was sitting on a stone slab, eating melon seeds.

The old woman watched them pass by curiously, and suddenly felt that Zhuang Mei looked familiar. She patted her thighs and said loudly: Oh, isn’t this the little girl of the banker?

Zhuang Mei stopped, looked at the old woman, and paused: Aunt Chen?

The old woman named Aunt Chen looked at them carefully and asked: Zhuang Mei, right? Why did she come back suddenly?

Well, I'll come back to see my mom.Zhuang Mei said softly.

Aunt Chen said oh, and wanted to say something else. Zhuang Mei waved goodbye directly, and then walked towards her home with Xiang Mingchu.

Push open the iron door with a little rust and step into this courtyard with a yard in Mingchu. The courtyard was covered with weeds.

When he entered the house, he looked around Mingchu for a week. The furniture decorations from more than ten years ago were covered with dust. He stretched out his fingers and stroked the table next to him, twisting the dust: Mom, when was the last time you came back?

A year ago.Zhuang Mei said, taking out a stick of incense from the drawer under the cabinet, lit it skillfully, bowed three times in front of the incense burner in the cabinet, and then burned incense.

Xiang Mingchu looked at the avatar in the cabinet. There was a woman in her forties with facial features, eyebrows and eyebrows slightly similar to Zhuang Mei. He immediately understood, so he stood beside Zhuang Mei and bowed respectfully.

You should have guessed that this is your grandmother.Zhuang Mei whispered, she had hugged you, but you were too young at that time.

When did Grandma leave?

When you were one year old, she had a very serious illness at that time and had been persisting for a long time.

Xiang Mingchu said oh, and he vaguely felt that Zhuang Mei agreed to tell him that the day of his life was coming. He wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to ask.

But Zhuang Mei didn't say anything else, but asked Xiang Mingchu to clean the house together, with a small yard on three floors. After several hours of hard work, Xiang Mingchu finally cleared all the old house. He checked and found that except for the lines and pipelines, the other water and electricity were a bit aged, and other water and electricity were normal.

After finishing it, Zhuang Mei took Xiang Mingchu to a small shop in the town for lunch.

Xiang Mingchu ordered a bowl of wontons and swallowed them voraciously. The taste was really good. In addition, he had just put in a lot of effort, so he ordered another big bowl.

In the afternoon, Zhuang Mei took Xiang Mingchu to visit the town. Dongyun Town was full of traces left by time and time. The buildings were very old, but there were also some houses that were obviously built in recent years.

Most of the people Xiang met along the way were elderly and children. It seems that the younger ones have left the town.

Zhuang Mei pointed to a building and said that it was the school she had attended in elementary school. She took a look at Mingchu. The building was empty inside the school, and there was no one on the playground. There was a swing on the edge of the playground. The sunlight pulled its shadow very long.

They continued walking, Xiang Mingchu followed Zhuang Mei, listening to her telling the changes in the town and some stories from the past.

When he walked to a small shop, it was filled with all kinds of snacks and objects. Xiang Mingchu suspected that they were all three-no products. Zhuang Mei bought two popsicles with interest and gave him one. The two of them ate popsicles on the feldstone chair next to the open space in the town.

This open space is a small park in the town. Zhuang Mei said that they called it Hedi. In the past, at night, the townspeople sat here with small stools and watched the black and white movies projected onto the curtain together.

There are a few sparse trees and sets of stone tables and benches around the Hebei area. It is not so hot at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. There are a few elderly people sitting on the stone bench and playing chess. There are some newly built entertainment equipment next to it, but it is not well maintained.

The sky was clear as water, and the wind blew past the face with the unique smell of the township. Xiang Mingchu slowly ate popsicles, which was very comfortable. The unknown anxiety in his heart was also comforted by the mountain wind and popsicles.

Zhuang Mei looked into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking. She stuck out her tongue and licked the popsicle rhythmically, sucking it from time to time, making a slick sound.

Xiang Mingchu subconsciously entered the situation, and the previous comfort disappeared, and he felt unbearable. He turned sideways slightly, not daring to let Zhuang Mei see the tent set up beneath him.

After eating the popsicles, Zhuang Mei took Xiang Mingchu to continue walking slowly until she walked to the field next to the town. This field was close to the road. When she came, Xiang Mingchu saw a large area of ​​flowers planted here from the car. The purple and red mountains were all over the mountains, all of which he was not famous for.

Zhuang Mei brushed her hands through the flowers while walking: There were no these flowers before. A few years ago, Dongyun wanted to develop a tourist area and planted a large area. In the past two years, the tourist area plans have been shelved, and only this flower land is left.

Very beautiful.Xiang Mingchu said softly, but what he said was not only flower land.

Zhuang Mei walked along the dirt road to the center of the flower field, her steps were brisk like an eighteen-year-old girl. A strong mountain wind blew by, and the tiny petals rose with the wind and drifted all over the sky. She stood in it and stretched out a hand, allowing the petals to fall in the palm of her palm.

The wind brought her long hair and skirt, and the petals brushed across her curved body. The sunlight fell, reflecting her side face and hair edges golden, as if she was emitting light, and everything was like a picture in a movie.

Xiang Mingchu was stunned. He wanted to take out his cell phone to take a photo, but in the end he just stood there, staring straight and quietly, engraving the picture of this moment in his mind.

Damn... Xiang Mingchu only felt his chest hot, and the surging feeling inside was like a Coke that had shaken dozens of times, ready to go.

It was already six o'clock when he left Huadi. Xiang Mingchu and Zhuang Mei returned to the old yard after dinner in the town. During this period, he remained excited and felt that he could not suppress himself in minutes and expressed his love to Zhuang Mei.

If the son's love for his mother is so surging and intense, it is worthy of being motivated. The problem is that his feelings for Zhuang Mei are not as pure as family affection.

Xiang Mingchu was taking a shower in the bathroom, soaking his head with cold water, hoping to cool down his heat.

Actually, what exactly do I want?Xiang Mingchu asked himself, was it to sleep with Zhuang Mei?

Xiang Mingchu did not deny this idea. He was a normal boy in adolescence and would look at Zhuang Mei with a lustful eye. He was with such a beautiful and deadly but unprepared mother every day. His desire was growing and rising. In order to suppress this desire, he often released himself in the middle of the night. He had the idea of ​​Zhuang Mei between men and women of the opposite sex, which was nothing to deny.

The question is, does he just want to sleep with Zhuang Mei?

Xiang Mingchu immediately gave a negative answer.

His feelings for Zhuang Mei were definitely not just carnal. He loved this woman who was together day and night. What he wanted more was that Zhuang Mei could respond to his feelings. If Zhuang Mei wanted, he had to let her know first. After thinking about it, she only thought of confessing her love.

But what if you confess your love, will Zhuang Mei really accept this kind of unusual feelings?

Xiang Mingchu once read a sentence that confession should be the clarion call for the final victory, rather than the charge to launch an attack.

Confession should be something that each other has a good impression of, but Xiang Mingchu doesn't know how Zhuang Mei sees her. If Zhuang Mei doesn't accept it after confessing, and she knows her distorted desire, she might be sent to Coach Yang for electrotherapy the next day.

After thinking for a long time, Xiang Mingchu didn't expect a satisfactory answer.

Xiang Mingchu, are you swimming in it?It's been more than half an hour.Zhuang Mei's voice came from outside.

Xiang Mingchu immediately turned off the shower, quickly wiped his body and put on his clothes, and then walked out of the bathroom.

Zhuang Mei was sitting on the chair in the living room with her legs raised. She raised her eyebrows: What are you doing inside?I took a shower for more than 40 minutes.

Oh, it's okay, I just want to clean it up.

Wash it clean?Zhuang Mei was stunned.

Xiang Mingchu quickly changed the topic: Mom, which room will I sleep in tonight?

You sleep on the room on the left side of the second floor, with the quilt in the cabinet in the room, and go and lay it out yourself.

OK, I'll go and have a look.Xiang Mingchu quickly ran away.

After a while, Xiang Mingchu poked his head out of the stairs and shouted: Mom!The bed board is disconnected!

So, at 10 o'clock tonight, Xiang Mingchu was lying on Zhuang Mei's bed in a confused and natural way.

When was the last time I slept in the same bed with my mother? Xiang Mingchu thought that it should be in elementary school.

He was sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall, his heartbeating rapidly, and his mood should be similar to the concubine in the palace who was preparing to serve the emperor to bed. Although he was holding a cell phone in his hand, his eyes were keeping a sneak peek at his mother.

Zhuang Mei was blowing her hair in front of the mirror on the dressing table next to her. She was wearing a red silk nightgown, and the seductive curves below could be seen through the light.

After walking for a day, my feet were sore.Zhuang Mei put her hair dryer on and sat on the bed.

Xiang Mingchu thought for a while and said: Mom, then I'll press your feet.

Zhuang Mei glanced at him: Can you press it?

Of course, it will definitely be much easier after pressing.Xiang Mingchu changed his position to the bed and sat down. Mom, put your legs up.

Zhuang Mei was surprisingly speechless. She put the pillow behind her waist, leaned her upper body against the wall at the head of the bed, and placed her long legs on Xiang Mingchu's knee.

Press it.Zhuang Mei picked up her phone and started brushing.

Xiang Mingchu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and the sound was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom. Zhuang Mei looked up at him, and he quickly grabbed Zhuang Mei's feet and started pressing.

Xiang Mingchu is not a leg control, but he is a mother control. Zhuang Mei's feet are well maintained, as tender and white as jade, with a little pink, and it feels like she can't let go of her touch.

Xiang Mingchu, are you going to press your feet or wash your feet?

Xiang Mingchu's face did not change his color: This is a massage technique, so that your feet can be relaxed first.

He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and began to massage carefully. He slapped Zhuangmei's feet horizontally with his hands, which was to relax the muscles of the calf; he held one of the small feet with both hands, squeezed it slightly inward, and then rubbed up and down on the insteps of her feet to warm up the entire foot, which was to circulate blood; his fingers began to exert force, pressing the acupoints on the soles of the feet with his knuckles, which was to relieve the effect of

Hiss...Where did you learn this?

I learned how to read the massage books when I was bored. How about it? Isn’t it okay?

Xiang Mingchu didn't tell the truth, he couldn't say to Zhuang Mei, "Hey, mom, I actually learned it for Feng Ting because she often twisted her feet. Feng Ting, do you remember, your son's crush on his son for two years is the girl who slandered your son and was told that you cried."

In fact, he said it was okay, and it was not guaranteed that Zhuang Mei would not remember who Feng Ting was at all, but he subconsciously did not want to mention Feng Ting in front of Zhuang Mei.

Who reads massage books when you are bored?I'm afraid it's not for some talent.Zhuang Mei smiled but not smiled.

Xiang Mingchu's intention trembled, and Yu Guang secretly looked at Zhuang Mei, wondering if his mother had guessed it.

Seeing her son's expression was flustered, Zhuang Mei knew that she was guessing almost everything, but she didn't say it out loud, just closed her eyes.

As the pressure increased, Zhuang Mei began to make some vague nasal sounds, between murmuring and moaning. Xiang Mingchu felt that he was like a performer now, and Zhuang Mei was that musical instrument. His fingers changed the pressure, and Zhuang Mei's low moan also changed. Xiang Mingchu's blood was gushing and he had already pushed up the tent.

Xiang Mingchu actually didn't mind listening all the time, but it was really disturbing him, so he still wanted to help Zhuang Mei relax first.

Mom, don't make strange sounds.

What kind of strange sound is a natural reaction, who asked you to press so much force?Zhuang Mei glared at him, and at this time, Zhuang Mei's face was rarely blushed, and this glared seemed full of charm.

The next second, Xiang Mingchu pressed a pain point in Zhuang Mei. The pain made her lean forward and slapped Xiang Mingchu a few times: Hissing towards Mingchu, make a small force!Do you want me to hurt?

This is what it works. The massage therapists in foot bath shops have the same strength.

Xiang Mingchu smiled and said, "He would not miss this opportunity. In the past, Zhuang Mei often drilled into his temples, but now let Zhuang Mei experience the feeling of being drilled by knuckles."

While Zhuang Mei was talking about stopping and stopping, she wanted to break free from Xiang Mingchu's hand. Xiang Mingchu's hand was like pliers. She struggled and turned backwards, her clothes were disorganized, and a large area of ​​spring light leaked out from time to time. Her feet were still touching Xiang Mingchu's raised little brother from time to time. Xiang Mingchu felt extremely excited and began to deliberately try hard at the reactive points of Zhuang Mei's legs. He suddenly shook all over, thinking that he would not awaken any strange habits.

Zhuang Mei's cheeks were flushed and she was so breathless that she suddenly realized what the touch and heat she had just met was, and frowned: Xiang Mingchu, what are you thinking about?

Mom, you can't blame me, I'm also a natural reaction... I said to Mingchu in a daze.

Zhuang Mei snorted and kicked Xiang Mingchu: If you want to press, concentrate on pressing, or let go!

I know.Xiang Mingchu whispered, and he turned into acupuncture points, gently pushed and caressed them, increasing his strength from time to time, focusing on the acupoints.

This time, Zhuang Mei obviously suppressed her voice and did not move. She pursed her lips and looked down at her phone, but her tight neck and trembling feet exposed her.

It's over, and you have to pay more when you come again.After a long time, Xiang Mingchu put down Zhuang Mei's feet. How did this guest feel? Isn't it much easier?

Zhuang Mei turned her ankles twice and found that she felt much more comfortable.

The craftsmanship is barely strong, but the attitude towards customers is too bad. I want to complain to your boss.

Zhuang Mei hummed, she lowered her head to tidy up her clothes and hid the spring light again. It's getting late, so go to bed.

Xiang Mingchu wanted to lie directly on the bed, but Zhuang Mei patted him: I just finished touching my feet, go and wash my hands!

Xiang Mingchu raised his hand and sniffed it carefully: No, there is no strange smell.He thought to himself that it was quite sensible.

Either wash your hands or go back to sleep with the moldy and broken bed.Zhuang Mei has no expression on her face.

OK OK OK OK OK I'll go, can't I go?Xiang Mingchu ran to wash his hands.

After turning off the lights, Xiang Mingchu and Zhuang Mei were lying on the bed together, covering the same quilt, with a few centimeters apart. He could smell the fragrance of Zhuang Mei's body and felt itchy.

Mom, have you slept?Asked Mingchu in a low voice.

No response.

Mom, have you fall asleep?After a while, Xiang Mingchu asked again.

I'm asleep, don't ask anymore, I'm so sleepy.Zhuang Mei turned over and a uniform breathing sound came soon.

After walking with my mother for a day, Xiang Mingchu was also very sleepy. He closed his eyes for a while and then fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Xiang Mingchu was awakened by the cold, and the moonlight was pouring in through the open window. Zhuang Mei occupied more than half of the bed and squeezed him to the edge of the bed. The remaining small piece of the quilt was stolen. No wonder it was so cold.

Xiang Mingchu got up and closed the window and looked at Zhuang Mei. Zhuang Mei was sleeping badly, revealing her large legs and half of her shoulders, as well as her long black hair. Under the moonlight, her skin felt like it was cold as soon as it touched.

Her face was very quiet, as if she had taken off all the shells, without the usual heroic spirit. She smiled silently at Mingchu, then leaned over to cover Zhuang Mei with a blanket, and then she realized that her jelly-like lips were close at hand.

Xiang Mingchu was stunned and subconsciously approached slowly until he could feel Zhuang Mei's breathing when he was close to his face.

He gently touched Zhuang Mei's lips, very light, and then stood up.

At this time, Zhuang Mei suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight at him.

Mom, I...I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to cover you with a quilt, and you just snatched the quilt from me. Xiang Mingchu didn't expect to be arrested and explained in a panic.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Mei didn't say anything, but just picked up her phone and looked at the time, then got up and reached out to grab Xiang Mingchu's wrist, dragging him directly out of the room.