Chapters 91-92

As an unemployed vagrant, time, a luxury that once seemed to me now is extremely cheap, but even so, the two-hour waiting made me drowsy. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, a familiar figure appeared in my vision.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion. My mother gave me a younger feeling in recent times. It is obviously more fashionable than the rural aunts in my hometown who like to chat with melon seeds at the entrance of the village. I don’t know when this change began, but I clearly felt that I was visiting my grandmother in the hospital and had a big fight with her.

My mother was wearing the same burgundy jacket when she was in the hospital, and her lower body was covered with black tights and a pair of black short boots. Although it was not comparable to the mainstream fashion in big cities, it still formed a big contrast compared to my mother whom I was familiar with since childhood.

My mother is not tall and her figure is slightly fat and fleshy. Compared to her father who has obviously aging in recent years, she looks younger than her father after dressing up a little.

I drove quietly behind her. Whenever the distance approached, I pretended to park on the side, and then kept my eyes on her until I opened a distance and followed her quietly. With the help of sparse but obvious random parking on the roadside and my mother's lack of defense, the repeated movements did not attract her attention.

I followed her for three streets. Just when I thought I would follow him to my destination in this way, she suddenly stopped at a bus stop. I quickly stopped at a bus stop twenty or thirty meters away from the station and paid attention to her movements.

Three buses came in the next ten minutes, but she didn't get on. Just when I thought he was waiting for someone at the station, she finally got on the fourth bus to the station, which made me feel relieved because it was much less difficult to track a bus than track a small bus. The only thing to note is that I had to carefully observe whether she would get off every time the bus was at the station.

At this time, if someone noticed me, I would definitely find that an electric car followed a bus at an unusually slow speed, which was a funny scene, but no one noticed me, because no one thought that someone would follow an ordinary bus in broad daylight.

In this case, I followed five stops until the sixth stop, my mother finally got off the bus. I was ready to park slowly away from the platform. After getting off the bus, my mother did not leave the platform. Just when I thought she would continue to transfer to another bus, she answered a phone call, and then ran across the road and ran towards a black car parked diagonally opposite.

The black car opened the window in the cab halfway. My mother took a look and then headed straight to the passenger seat. I realized that the person driving was most likely my cousin. I resisted the urge to get out of the car and ran to ask my wife about whereabouts, because that might make all my previous efforts to follow me in vain.

After my mother got into the car, the vehicle started immediately. It turned out to be on the spot and drove quickly forward. I quickly stepped on the electric door and followed. The black sedan was an old Toyota Corolla. It was definitely not a match for my car in terms of power. After only a few seconds, I bit it tightly. I could almost see my mother turning her head and talking to the driver through the rear window of the front car.

A sudden excitement surged in my heart, as if I was about to see my wife who had been missing for many days, and I was even planning what to say after seeing her.

The Corolla was on in front of me slowly. During the period, I would rather wait and rob the traffic lights, as if the driver was not focusing all his energy on driving, which reduced the difficulty of tracking for me.

After about ten minutes of walking and stopping, Corolla came to the gate of an old residential community. The not-so-wide gate and vehicles coming and going in and out made the Corolla stop and queued up to enter the community. When I saw this situation, I was worried that it would be a mistake to follow me, so I took a chance to find an empty space on the side of the road and parked the car in. Regardless of whether I could park here, I got off the car and followed the Corolla.

A major feature of old communities is that people walk faster than cars. Corolla and I kept a distance of more than ten meters and followed closely by the crowd entering the community.

Corolla turned a few turns and stopped in the open space in front of a building. I hid in the corner next to the garbage room and stared at the people getting off the car. The first one was my mother sitting in the passenger seat, and the later one was a young man, who made me grit my teeth!

I resisted the urge to rush forward and beat him up, and clattered my teeth, staring at the two people with red eyes. My mother walked to my cousin and slapped an arm into my cousin's arms. The two walked into the unit door with laughter, looking intimate, like a couple.

I was stunned by this scene. I had imagined countless possible reasons why my mother prefers her cousin, but I never thought that the two would have such a relationship, no!

That won't be the case!

I was trying hard to deny my guess in my heart. Perhaps this was just a manifestation of almost maternal love, although she had mistakenly given the part that should have been given to her biological son, that is, to her nephew.

I shook my head hard and wanted to abandon the thoughts in my mind. Exploring the truth became my most urgent demand at this moment, and it also drove me to continue to follow the two of them.

I quietly stopped behind the two of them and reached out to hold the unit door as soon as it was about to close. They did not go upstairs as I expected, but walked straight forward. It turned out that their destination was the ground floor, which made me feel ecstatic.

The original idea was to follow them upstairs, figure out the specific door number and make further plans. Now that I know they are on the ground floor, in addition to the option of entering the door, there is also a road with the rear window and patio!

I have an impression of this type of room. This is a two-family house with one staircase. Two houses on each floor are distributed on both sides of the staircase, and the door on the first floor is at the end of the corridor.

I quietly brought the unit door to make no sound, and tiptoed behind the two of them, always keeping a certain distance.

The corridor is very short, less than ten meters long. Although it was daytime, the light was dim. This covered me and also increased the difficulty of my observation. Relying on the faint light and a little intuition, a sound of the door closing came. I was sure that the two of them entered the door on the left, which was 101!

I walked forward a few steps to the door. It was a rusty iron door. It was obviously used by the owner to rent it out and was too lazy to change it. The residents were unwilling to spend money to change it. Then, in the near future, the next tenant could get the advantage. Through the iron door, you could see the Spring Festival couplets on the dark red door.

There is a plastic shoe rack at the door, but only a few cardboard boxes are stacked on it. Obviously, there are no rules for residents to change their shoes when entering and leaving the house.

After a brief observation of the environment at the door, I decided to take further action, which was to go to the rear window to find an opportunity to enter, so I walked out of the unit door and walked around the back of the building.

It can be seen that the back of the building was originally a piece of green space, but after a long time, every household on the first floor had made various treatments on the green space in front of their homes. This kind of old community did not have professional property management, so they just let it go.

I found the place belonging to 101. The owner had already poured it into a concrete floor, with a bicycle that was too old to ride on it, and some piles of debris wrapped in tattered plastic cloth. A door was also opened on the exterior wall of the patio, which was almost the same as other families here.

This is a blue door made of composite panels. There is a simple door lock on the door. It doesn't seem to be open and exit frequently. I moved the door with a try-out mentality. I didn't expect the door to be locked. It was just because of disrepair and the hinge on it was loose, causing a corner of the door to fall on the ground. I gently lifted the door and slowly opened it.

I suppressed my excitement and my wild heartbeat and flashed into the patio. The ground was covered with debris, and it was covered with dilapidated furniture. Obviously, the owner did not hand over the use of the patio to the tenant, but instead used it as his own warehouse.

I dodged the debris that were almost piled up in the patio to avoid making a sound. There was a lot of plastic paper on the windows of the house, which hid my traces to a certain extent. I walked to the window and bent down on the half-person-high window to find points to peek. This was actually not difficult. There were many gaps in the plastic paper on the glass window, some of which were enough for me to squint my eyes and observe the situation inside the house.

The windows were closed tightly, but the old iron window frames were not sealed or soundproof at all. The mud that fixed the window glass had long dried up and cracked, leaving gaps.

I bent over, held my knees with both hands, and put my ears as close to the window as possible, listening carefully to any movement coming from inside, while one of my eyes looked into the house through a slightly larger gap.

My mother and my cousin sat side by side on a wooden sofa that was a little old.

He didn't know we were coming.

This is my mother's voice. Although it is very light, it sounds very sincere when I hold my breath and concentrate. I guess he must be referring to me in his mouth, and I can't help but feel a little funny in my heart.

Well, this is the best, there is no problem with my uncle, right?

This is my cousin's voice.

It's okay, this immortal dare not listen to me?

Hehe, it’s still my aunt who has the ability.

As my cousin said, he hugged my mother's shoulder and kissed her affectionately on the cheek. My mother's old face turned red, but the expression on her face was obviously very useful. A hint of bitterness appeared in my heart. Even though my relationship with my mother was not close, there was still a sense of unhappiness that my relatives were stolen. However, her next sentence made my mood change subversively.

Straight.The mother turned her head and looked at her cousin, put her hands around his neck, and kissed her aunt. She had been thinking about it for a long time.

My mouth opened in an instant, and a strange sound came from my throat.

My cousin smiled at my mother, held her cheeks with both hands, lowered her head and kissed her lips. My mother responded warmly, and I could almost see the two of them intertwined.

My body was instantly filled with the symbiotic impact of ice and fire. My heart trembled violently as if it was electric shocked. This feeling almost made me fall to the ground. If the kiss on my cheeks made me a little jealous at the beginning, then the kiss on my lingering tongue made me feel nauseous in my heart.

What exactly happened during this period?

Why did the relationship between the two develop to such a distorted and distorted?

Could it be that my mother's preference for her cousin's undisguised relationship that she has in front of me is due to this disgusting relationship?

Did my father know?

If he doesn't know, should I tell him?

A series of question marks seemed to be pressing against my chest, suffocating me.

My intuition told me that my cousin's perverse behavior was inseparable from my mother. I resisted the urge to vomit and continued to observe the movements in the room. I had to control myself so that I could find some clues from their next conversation to unlock my life state.

The two of them gradually calmed down with the sound of lingering and tongue tangling. The moment the lips and tongue separated, a crystal silk thread was clearly seen in it.

My mother licked her lips, as if she was extremely satisfied.

Shunzi, how long will this matter be completed?I really can't stand the old man of the Zhu family.

My mother looked at my cousin with anticipation and asked. At this moment, I only felt that this pretty face with light makeup was surprisingly dirty and ugly.

It's so soon. I called you here this time just to think that this matter will be over soon. I have consulted. The old woman has no other relatives alive, uncle... Ah no, Old Man Zhu is the only son and the only heir to the inheritance. He can deal with it by himself as long as he inherits it. The only question now is how to let him write a statement depriving his cousin of the inheritance rights.

When I heard this, my heart was shocked, depriving me of my inheritance right?

What to inherit?

Grandma's stuff?

Grandma's house?

By the way, it’s grandma’s house!

That grandma once mentioned the house to me but I ignored it!

I remember when I met my grandmother, she said that her parents hid this matter from me, which made her quite dissatisfied, but she didn't know the value of this thing at that time.

Now it seems that it is not my father who is hiding from me, but my mother. She has worked hard for a long time to achieve this goal. A burst of grief and anger surges in my heart, and the grief and anger that is plotted by my closest relatives.

This bastard Jinyan did such a careless thing to have a child. On the first day you told me, I told Lao Zhu that he could even play with his daughter-in-law. He was really ill-witted.

My mother looked indignant, but she said something that made me shudder.

My cousin lowered his head and thought for a while.

Or... add some ingredients to the old man.

What ingredients should be added?

Add some more materials to make the old man believe that this son is definitely unreliable. I might as well do a little more so that he will be ruined and take a detour when he meets an acquaintance in the future.

This... my mother hesitated for a moment, alas... Although Jin Yan was taken away by that dead old woman since childhood and did not kiss me, it was the flesh that fell from me after all. I really wanted to let him do that... I and my heart...

At this moment, my mother actually showed a trace of concern for me that I had never seen before, which surprised me and couldn't help but feel strange.

My cousin looked at her, "Auntie, this is related to whether I can be with you for the rest of my life. Some things should be chosen.

A trace of struggle and hesitation appeared on my mother's face, and after a while, she finally let out a gentle breath, then...you can do it.

A happy look appeared on my cousin's face again. Don't worry, auntie, cousin Jinyan grew up with me after all, so I will definitely be able to be sensible. Then I won't let you make things difficult forever.

The mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and nodded gently.

Auntie.My cousin came to my mother's side and got very close. He put one hand on his mother's thigh wrapped in cheap black stockings and rubbed it. He was here, why not have fun with you?

My cousin's expression and voice were full of bewitching, and he spoke as he came to his mother's ear and blew his breath.

The concern and unbearance for me that appeared on my mother's face disappeared in an instant, and replaced by the desire on her face and the blush that gradually climbed onto her cheeks. Her legs were unconsciously tucked together.

This... Mother murmured in her mouth, but her eyes closed and enjoyed everything in front of her.

My cousin unbuttoned the buttons of his mother's burgundy coat and unbuttoned them slowly one by one. Every time he unbuttoned the button, his mother's body would tremble.

My mother has long reached the age of not knowing what sex is in my impression. The old look my father has shown in recent years is obviously not a qualified partner. How can a mother, who is over 50 years old, withstand the male charm exuded by her young cousin?

Soon her coat was taken off, revealing the white sweater inside, and then the sweater was taken off again, revealing the flesh-colored bra. My cousin smiled and reached into the deep groove that was clipped out from her breasts and tickled it. My mother subconsciously stretched out her hands and held the big hand that was reaching her chest, but she had no intention of stopping it, and just let her cousin's big hand knead her chest.

Auntie, my breasts are getting bigger again. Did you touch me on your back?My cousin said with a wretched expression on his face.

Oh, you little enemy, my devil didn't even let me touch it. How could I let other wild men touch it?Isn’t this just waiting for a discount, you little enemy?My mother said in a slutty tone that I had never seen before.

I suddenly felt nauseous. This was not a psychological activity or some artificial expression, but a real urge to feel nauseous. I felt that the cup of milk tea my father bought was surging in my stomach.

I almost used all my strength to stop the urge to break the glass with a punch, climbed into the house and beat the two of them up. At this time, a bold idea was sent in my mind. I slowly reached into my pocket, almost trembling and took out my phone and adjusted it to camera mode, and then carefully tore a larger hole in the plastic paper on the window, and pushed the camera right.

Pressing the round red button, the timer on the screen began to move. I frowned and looked at the phone screen. I saw that my cousin had taken off my mother's flesh-colored bra. The meat ball on my chest that should have carried maternal love appeared in front of me in a lewd and playful way. I can't remember how many years I saw my mother's breasts again. It was the most familiar and stranger human organ for me.

For anyone, mother's breasts are sacred. We cannot retain the memories of breastfeeding in infants, so under normal circumstances, most people have never really seen their mother's breasts. I, perhaps the lucky one in thousands, saw my mother's breasts in this way when I was in my early thirties.