Maybe, maybe earlier?
That summer when she was eight years old, her mother took her to Lin Tianlong's house to play. The adults were talking in the room. She and Lin Tianlong took off their own legs at the faucet at the entrance of the stairs outside the house, scooping water on their bodies. After they were washed, they didn't know who started it. The two children hugged each other so naked, with their pink and white skin, which was very smooth. The pleasant feeling of friction is still imprinted in her mind.
She once fantasized about wearing a wedding dress and being picked up by her tall father. Her father's slender legs were turning. She seemed to be sitting on a swing with sunny sides, and she was so happy that she was about to dizzy. But at some point, Lin Tianlong gradually replaced her father's position. She had wide forehead, wide shoulders, and long legs. Lin Tianlong and her father had too many similarities in her eyes. Now, her father Hu Chengkui has a big belly, and Lin Tianlong has a more upward-climbing, restless vitality. She liked it very much.
Alas, she is now worried.
Since the door of youth opened to her, she was introduced to a palace that had passed away by time and nature. She peeked at the novel decorations and gorgeous and intense decorations inside, and suddenly, the sweet, sour, bitter and numbness came.
On a sultry night, she suddenly woke up in bed and was overwhelmed by an unprecedented emotion, as if one hand pulled her out of the colorful and quiet leaves and pushed her to the noisy vacation beach.
There was a strange commotion in her body, which made her sit and stand up.
As my heart tides fluctuated, even the fragrant magnolia and the bright silver moonlight could not comfort her. It seemed that there was a voice in my heart guiding her. She could not resist, she could only obey.
Before she knew it, Hu Jingjing learned to slander herself and tighten her legs, closed her eyes, put her washed hands between her legs, touched and teased her, and she felt a floating feeling after a while. The warm and friendly waves pushed and hugged her, and the sky was blue and free, making people cry.
This feeling made her addicted. While she was happy, she was deeply worried, and even hated the sour and sweet smell on her body.
She scolded herself, Hu Jingjing, how could you let yourself go like this?
Why are you not satisfied yet?
Why are you shameless?
She was extremely frightened, afraid that she would become a slutty girl from now on, and that she would be disgusted by others from now on.
But the result of every scolding is to compromise desire.
She began to feel a little unreasonable and even a little shameless, because later on, she imagined that her hands were Lin Tianlong's. This method often brought her unparalleled pleasure and restored her whole body to a uniform and transparent smoothness.
From then on, when she closed her eyes, her legs and breathed, Lin Tianlong's tall body appeared in her mind, stubborn and perfect.
And the monster in her body that could never be eaten has awakened again, devouring her rationality and shame-knowing heart. After bringing her familiar and addictive pleasure, it leaves her with an inherent, indelible sense of emptiness and guilt...
She was inferior because of self-blame. No one understood that she worked so hard and tortured herself on the track, just to punish herself.
But she felt that Sang Yuchun understood half of it, and she saw that there was understanding and encouragement in her eyes, and Lin Tianlong understood everything, and saw that there was pity and surprise in her eyes!
Hu Jingjing was thinking randomly, and Lin Tianlong didn't listen carefully. He went back to his grandma's house with his mother on the weekend. Only after he came to the school did he know what kind of backbone teacher training Teacher Song went to the city to attend. It would take two weeks!
He felt like someone who tasted the green abalone, how could he go and eat leftovers again?
Watching AV and masturbating, it’s boring to think about it.
And when my uncle Cai Tonghai was at home for a while, his aunt Lin Minyi didn't even think about it.
Lin Tianlong, do you think there is anything you are more worthy of attention than the teacher’s class?Um?
The political teacher wearing a wig put his glasses to Lin Tianlong's table, lying down, gossiping, reading extracurricular books, and casual classmates woke up one after another. Lin Tianlong thought I was in trouble, and stood up with a simple face. Dabao looked at him with a smirk, gloating, and tilting his mouth with white teeth.
Students, we must not use both one mind.
Political teacher Sun Youli signaled Lin Tianlong to sit down and continued: At this stage, your main task is to study, and everything else is secondary. Football, basketball, musical calligraphy, Ah will interfere with you. Human energy is limited. If Marx was not unlucky, could he write "Das Kapital"?Um?If Qi Baishi learned to dance and computer, how could painting be so good?Um?
Both questions end with an excited upscaling, like a child's final struggle when he urinated on the wall, leaving a higher mark of pride than his predecessors.
Sun Youli was spitting out his saliva, and he was in high spirits. With every strong and grand um, his head would suddenly tilt upwards, as if someone was lifting his head with a thread, but he had no thoughts, but he was just a puppet who could open his mouth.
The wig on his head, which was condensed into a piece, was like an oversized hat. With the strong head movements, it made people worry that it would abandon its mission of covering up the truth for its master at any time and ruthlessly leave its scalp.
Sun Youli walked back to the podium, erected his leather briefcase, and said: If Lu Xun likes to read and draw comics, can he still become a writer?
Speaking of this, he put his oily face next to the shiny briefcase: If I don’t concentrate on my work, how could I become an excellent teacher?
Look, this is proof!
He pretended to be careless, but in fact he deliberately patted his briefcase.
He told this last story more than ten times, and everyone tried their best to applaud, but Lin Tianlong raised his hand.
Sun Youli thought his grand theories were enough to make Lin Tianlong repent and nodded with a reserved and cultivated nod. He overestimated the obedience of the teenagers and underestimated their troublesome nature.
Teacher, I think you lack what Mr. Lu Xun said. Can you tell me about my opinion?
Sun Youli raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was still early: Let's talk...
As we all know, Mr. Lu Xun has not attended a so-called formal university for a day, let alone the art school. However, his favorite left-wing woodcut is brand new, advanced, and has a clear sense of self. It is also immediately responding to expressionist paintings in Germany, Britain, the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe at the beginning of the last century, which is enough to show that Mr.'s appreciation is good.
Lin Tianlong summarized it in his heart and said: On the 20th anniversary of Mr. Lu Xun's death, many well-known artists Zhang Wang, Li Qun, Yefu, etc. in the 10th issue of "Fine Arts" recalled or discussed the relationship between Mr. Zhang Wang, Li Qun, Yefu, etc., and their education was made by Mr. Xun; in 1998, the first Chinese art exhibition at the high-end level in the European and American worlds was held at the Guggenheim Modern Art Museum in New York; among them, the special exhibition from 1900 to 1980, selected representative Chinese paintings, oil paintings, prints and book bindings of generations of the Republic of China and the Republic, including the prints preferred by Mr. Lu Xun and the book bindings designed by him, as well as the early oil paintings of Xu Beihong and Lin Fengmian.
Mr. Lu Xun is not only a great writer, but also can stir up art turmoil.
After memorizing this long period, Lin Tianlong had already had a dry mouth. He stopped swallowing and wanted to draw a conclusion. Sun Youli quickly came over and pressed him down. He now knows why it is so much more difficult to teach in junior high school than in elementary school!
Lin Tianlong said it very interesting. Let’s continue to class and everyone will read it with me.
Lin Tianlong felt relieved and felt refreshed. He looked at Hu Jingjing, Sang Yuchun, Dabao... and then he suddenly heard someone laughing outside the classroom. He heard that the sound was a woman. When he turned his head, he saw a vague shadow swept into the corner of his eyes. It was fiery red, and he didn't know whether it was his hair or his clothes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fatty, how did I do that ball today?QQ is ringing.
That’s amazing, Tianlong, why didn’t you take a bath with the teacher tonight?The fat man played the ball well and gave a lewd expression.
The teacher went to the city to study and came back next month.Walking in the world answered.
No wonder today is menopause, and everyone also said where Teacher Song has gone, so it’s not coming.
The fat man plays well: Uh, I won’t say anything, I’m going to take a shower, hehe, 886.
The avatar is gone, and Dabao is offline.
I'll go!Lin Tianlong cursed angrily, he was the only one at home, and his mother had surgery again.
He browsed the news for a while and was bored, and decided to start fitness early.
Just as I was about to stand up, Didi, Didi, he saw that he wanted to add him as his friend, named Yuru Meiren, and the verification information was called my aunt teacher!
Lin Tianlong pulled the headphones and put them on, added the other party as a friend, and the other party applied for video chat, of course it would be fine!
Then he got what he wanted to see Song Hye-chou.
She was wearing a low-cut half-sleeved shirt, which was a little transparent, with a thrilling white feeling on her chest, like a bright moon in the dusk, her flying short hair seemed soft and appropriate at the moment. The cute oval face was neither close nor far away, and the eyes behind the lens were soft and affectionate.
There was a thin knot on each round shoulder. Lin Tianlong thought that if I was next to me, then when I pulled it, the teacher would be half naked!
Do you miss me, Long'er?
Think about it, I miss you so much, I miss you all, my aunt teacher.
Lin Tianlong was a little excited. Is this love?
Another woman besides her mother and aunt made him suddenly excited, and his whole body was filled with joy.
Where do you think?Song Huiqiao leaned forward intentionally or unintentionally, and a pair of beautiful snow breasts came out to breathe, which was even more attractive.
Lin Tianlong's eyes found traces of two lotus buds on the thin and close-fitting clothes, and stood up, anxious and shy, with a faint shy red color. Lin Tianlong's eyes were making difficult choices between breasts, nipples, and cleavage.
He fantasized that he would use the tiger's mouth between his thumb and index finger to clamp the sensitive lotus bud, and use both force and force.
Or, blew the bulges gently, and they were clearly close, but they deliberately did not touch them, and only used heat to make them harder.
That summer when she was eight years old, her mother took her to Lin Tianlong's house to play. The adults were talking in the room. She and Lin Tianlong took off their own legs at the faucet at the entrance of the stairs outside the house, scooping water on their bodies. After they were washed, they didn't know who started it. The two children hugged each other so naked, with their pink and white skin, which was very smooth. The pleasant feeling of friction is still imprinted in her mind.
She once fantasized about wearing a wedding dress and being picked up by her tall father. Her father's slender legs were turning. She seemed to be sitting on a swing with sunny sides, and she was so happy that she was about to dizzy. But at some point, Lin Tianlong gradually replaced her father's position. She had wide forehead, wide shoulders, and long legs. Lin Tianlong and her father had too many similarities in her eyes. Now, her father Hu Chengkui has a big belly, and Lin Tianlong has a more upward-climbing, restless vitality. She liked it very much.
Alas, she is now worried.
Since the door of youth opened to her, she was introduced to a palace that had passed away by time and nature. She peeked at the novel decorations and gorgeous and intense decorations inside, and suddenly, the sweet, sour, bitter and numbness came.
On a sultry night, she suddenly woke up in bed and was overwhelmed by an unprecedented emotion, as if one hand pulled her out of the colorful and quiet leaves and pushed her to the noisy vacation beach.
There was a strange commotion in her body, which made her sit and stand up.
As my heart tides fluctuated, even the fragrant magnolia and the bright silver moonlight could not comfort her. It seemed that there was a voice in my heart guiding her. She could not resist, she could only obey.
Before she knew it, Hu Jingjing learned to slander herself and tighten her legs, closed her eyes, put her washed hands between her legs, touched and teased her, and she felt a floating feeling after a while. The warm and friendly waves pushed and hugged her, and the sky was blue and free, making people cry.
This feeling made her addicted. While she was happy, she was deeply worried, and even hated the sour and sweet smell on her body.
She scolded herself, Hu Jingjing, how could you let yourself go like this?
Why are you not satisfied yet?
Why are you shameless?
She was extremely frightened, afraid that she would become a slutty girl from now on, and that she would be disgusted by others from now on.
But the result of every scolding is to compromise desire.
She began to feel a little unreasonable and even a little shameless, because later on, she imagined that her hands were Lin Tianlong's. This method often brought her unparalleled pleasure and restored her whole body to a uniform and transparent smoothness.
From then on, when she closed her eyes, her legs and breathed, Lin Tianlong's tall body appeared in her mind, stubborn and perfect.
And the monster in her body that could never be eaten has awakened again, devouring her rationality and shame-knowing heart. After bringing her familiar and addictive pleasure, it leaves her with an inherent, indelible sense of emptiness and guilt...
She was inferior because of self-blame. No one understood that she worked so hard and tortured herself on the track, just to punish herself.
But she felt that Sang Yuchun understood half of it, and she saw that there was understanding and encouragement in her eyes, and Lin Tianlong understood everything, and saw that there was pity and surprise in her eyes!
Hu Jingjing was thinking randomly, and Lin Tianlong didn't listen carefully. He went back to his grandma's house with his mother on the weekend. Only after he came to the school did he know what kind of backbone teacher training Teacher Song went to the city to attend. It would take two weeks!
He felt like someone who tasted the green abalone, how could he go and eat leftovers again?
Watching AV and masturbating, it’s boring to think about it.
And when my uncle Cai Tonghai was at home for a while, his aunt Lin Minyi didn't even think about it.
Lin Tianlong, do you think there is anything you are more worthy of attention than the teacher’s class?Um?
The political teacher wearing a wig put his glasses to Lin Tianlong's table, lying down, gossiping, reading extracurricular books, and casual classmates woke up one after another. Lin Tianlong thought I was in trouble, and stood up with a simple face. Dabao looked at him with a smirk, gloating, and tilting his mouth with white teeth.
Students, we must not use both one mind.
Political teacher Sun Youli signaled Lin Tianlong to sit down and continued: At this stage, your main task is to study, and everything else is secondary. Football, basketball, musical calligraphy, Ah will interfere with you. Human energy is limited. If Marx was not unlucky, could he write "Das Kapital"?Um?If Qi Baishi learned to dance and computer, how could painting be so good?Um?
Both questions end with an excited upscaling, like a child's final struggle when he urinated on the wall, leaving a higher mark of pride than his predecessors.
Sun Youli was spitting out his saliva, and he was in high spirits. With every strong and grand um, his head would suddenly tilt upwards, as if someone was lifting his head with a thread, but he had no thoughts, but he was just a puppet who could open his mouth.
The wig on his head, which was condensed into a piece, was like an oversized hat. With the strong head movements, it made people worry that it would abandon its mission of covering up the truth for its master at any time and ruthlessly leave its scalp.
Sun Youli walked back to the podium, erected his leather briefcase, and said: If Lu Xun likes to read and draw comics, can he still become a writer?
Speaking of this, he put his oily face next to the shiny briefcase: If I don’t concentrate on my work, how could I become an excellent teacher?
Look, this is proof!
He pretended to be careless, but in fact he deliberately patted his briefcase.
He told this last story more than ten times, and everyone tried their best to applaud, but Lin Tianlong raised his hand.
Sun Youli thought his grand theories were enough to make Lin Tianlong repent and nodded with a reserved and cultivated nod. He overestimated the obedience of the teenagers and underestimated their troublesome nature.
Teacher, I think you lack what Mr. Lu Xun said. Can you tell me about my opinion?
Sun Youli raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was still early: Let's talk...
As we all know, Mr. Lu Xun has not attended a so-called formal university for a day, let alone the art school. However, his favorite left-wing woodcut is brand new, advanced, and has a clear sense of self. It is also immediately responding to expressionist paintings in Germany, Britain, the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe at the beginning of the last century, which is enough to show that Mr.'s appreciation is good.
Lin Tianlong summarized it in his heart and said: On the 20th anniversary of Mr. Lu Xun's death, many well-known artists Zhang Wang, Li Qun, Yefu, etc. in the 10th issue of "Fine Arts" recalled or discussed the relationship between Mr. Zhang Wang, Li Qun, Yefu, etc., and their education was made by Mr. Xun; in 1998, the first Chinese art exhibition at the high-end level in the European and American worlds was held at the Guggenheim Modern Art Museum in New York; among them, the special exhibition from 1900 to 1980, selected representative Chinese paintings, oil paintings, prints and book bindings of generations of the Republic of China and the Republic, including the prints preferred by Mr. Lu Xun and the book bindings designed by him, as well as the early oil paintings of Xu Beihong and Lin Fengmian.
Mr. Lu Xun is not only a great writer, but also can stir up art turmoil.
After memorizing this long period, Lin Tianlong had already had a dry mouth. He stopped swallowing and wanted to draw a conclusion. Sun Youli quickly came over and pressed him down. He now knows why it is so much more difficult to teach in junior high school than in elementary school!
Lin Tianlong said it very interesting. Let’s continue to class and everyone will read it with me.
Lin Tianlong felt relieved and felt refreshed. He looked at Hu Jingjing, Sang Yuchun, Dabao... and then he suddenly heard someone laughing outside the classroom. He heard that the sound was a woman. When he turned his head, he saw a vague shadow swept into the corner of his eyes. It was fiery red, and he didn't know whether it was his hair or his clothes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fatty, how did I do that ball today?QQ is ringing.
That’s amazing, Tianlong, why didn’t you take a bath with the teacher tonight?The fat man played the ball well and gave a lewd expression.
The teacher went to the city to study and came back next month.Walking in the world answered.
No wonder today is menopause, and everyone also said where Teacher Song has gone, so it’s not coming.
The fat man plays well: Uh, I won’t say anything, I’m going to take a shower, hehe, 886.
The avatar is gone, and Dabao is offline.
I'll go!Lin Tianlong cursed angrily, he was the only one at home, and his mother had surgery again.
He browsed the news for a while and was bored, and decided to start fitness early.
Just as I was about to stand up, Didi, Didi, he saw that he wanted to add him as his friend, named Yuru Meiren, and the verification information was called my aunt teacher!
Lin Tianlong pulled the headphones and put them on, added the other party as a friend, and the other party applied for video chat, of course it would be fine!
Then he got what he wanted to see Song Hye-chou.
She was wearing a low-cut half-sleeved shirt, which was a little transparent, with a thrilling white feeling on her chest, like a bright moon in the dusk, her flying short hair seemed soft and appropriate at the moment. The cute oval face was neither close nor far away, and the eyes behind the lens were soft and affectionate.
There was a thin knot on each round shoulder. Lin Tianlong thought that if I was next to me, then when I pulled it, the teacher would be half naked!
Do you miss me, Long'er?
Think about it, I miss you so much, I miss you all, my aunt teacher.
Lin Tianlong was a little excited. Is this love?
Another woman besides her mother and aunt made him suddenly excited, and his whole body was filled with joy.
Where do you think?Song Huiqiao leaned forward intentionally or unintentionally, and a pair of beautiful snow breasts came out to breathe, which was even more attractive.
Lin Tianlong's eyes found traces of two lotus buds on the thin and close-fitting clothes, and stood up, anxious and shy, with a faint shy red color. Lin Tianlong's eyes were making difficult choices between breasts, nipples, and cleavage.
He fantasized that he would use the tiger's mouth between his thumb and index finger to clamp the sensitive lotus bud, and use both force and force.
Or, blew the bulges gently, and they were clearly close, but they deliberately did not touch them, and only used heat to make them harder.
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