The endless wheat fields that are shining golden yellow, and the waves are surging like the sound of Yishui River and Qinglong River slapping on both sides of the river. They tell people their feelings in their hearts. This is a kind of joy. At this moment, Yang Shuxiang's smiles from time to time are on her face. Xin likes to be fast and natural, especially pure.
He saw the fruit and hope. He cheered and shouted loudly. He rushed out in one step, and his body became more relaxed. He accelerated his pace and ran forward and chased, running from the wheat fields at the east end of the village to the village.
When she came to her door, Yang Shuxiang saw Chai Lingxiu through the crack of the door. Seeing her back to her, she was packing her clothes in the yard, she called out twice, and wanted to tell her what she saw and heard at the east end of the village. She opened her mouth and closed it immediately. She felt something was wrong, so she looked into the crack of the door. Fortunately, the woman in the yard did not hear his call.
Yang Shuxiang breathed, feeling very happy after escaping. She took two steps back, suddenly arched her body and jumped up. She didn't expect that she would hit her too hard, but she alarmed the people in the yard.
Yang Shuxiang looked down and saw the curly horse-riding ears covering her mother's smooth forehead, revealing the tip of the iceberg from the sheet. Although the bright eyes did not shoot directly, Yang Shuxiang still felt that she must have seen her now. She couldn't help but feel panicked, strange and inexplicable, like a fierce man diving into the water, slid back with her hands and feet, sliding backwards with a weird floating dead man's swimming posture. He was surprised how he used this difficult movement to dive.
My heart was thrusting, my breath became shorter and shorter. It was not until Yang Shuxiang jumped out of her Xijiaomen, and the suffocation in her heart calmed down a little.
Backing back, Yang Shuxiang couldn't breathe, and his body fell from mid-air into the triangle pit, but it didn't seem like he was prepared to jump directly from the treetops. The weightlessness made his heart beat like a drum, and the dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong
After calming down, Yang Shuxiang stretched out her hand to the willow branches hanging on the water, heading towards the front
There are so few people who can't do water when guarding Qinglong Yishui River. Although they are often beaten by their mothers when they are learning to swim, Yang Shuxiang has practiced water skills after all
He swam forward, not caring why the water was so dark and turbid. He swam over the water dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye and reached the downhill vegetable garden of Huanzhang's house.
Lurking here, Yang Shuxiang secretly looked inside. There was nothing else in the melon rack except an old well. He was worried and swam back and forth a few times. His eyes were stroking and confirming that there were indeed no two people in the melon rack. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
Just as he was about to climb up from the water, he suddenly saw Huanzhang and Xiaoyu talking and hugging and hugging him out of the garden. Yang Shuxiang felt discouraged and hurriedly retracted her head into the water again, looking at the outside world from the water. In a daze, he saw his own Qinniang again... After a while, Chai Lingxiu washed all the clothes and quilts at home. After busy for a long time, she cleaned up the New Year before
She knew that her son would not come back at noon and ate lunch, sealed the stove and ran to Chu Yanyan's house. She knew that her sister was a woman with a big belly, and was unable to move. She was afraid that Chu Yanyan would flash again, so she took all the work on her own. She had been busy for a long time and tinkered with everything she should wash at home.
Chu Yanyan kept Chai Lingxiu at her own house for dinner and asked her to go home and call her son over.
Because he was awake at home and had no clothes to clean up, Chai Lingxiu politely refused to stay for more, so she smoked a cigarette and ran back home.
Turn on the stove and turn on the fire
The large sheet was thrown into the yard, and the other small pieces of clothes were carried into the main hall and put on the clothesline. Seeing his son lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, he was quite puzzled: When did he be so honest, he actually fell asleep at home... Since the night, Chai Lingxiu found that her son was a little abnormal. She knew that her son had not been resting for a while. Now, she couldn't help but feel a whisper in her heart when she saw this phenomenon again.
When she was at this age, she would restrain herself and impose her blindly, and the effect was very little. She also knew that this kind of constraint on her son was entirely caused by the image and influence of a mother. If she had dared to promise that her son would never dare to disobey her, but now that her son has reached the rebellious period, she is unsure.
When I got closer, I saw that my son's shoulders were exposed, so I hurriedly covered him with a quilt and said to myself: Why did I take off all my legs when I sleep in broad daylight?
Seeing that his son Gu Qiu's body became honest again, he was rare to be able to be purified for a moment, he stared at his thin face and looked carefully.
Just because Chai Lingxiu rarely sees her son being so honest, she thought in her mind: I have to give you a sense of a singularity. It’s not that my mother always scares you to vent her anger. I will spoil you by letting you do anything. If you want to survive in society in the future, how can you not bear it?
I also think that I have been too strict with my son during this period?
After thinking about it, I thought to myself: He has to listen to me. He was raised by me. No matter how hard he is, he is still my son. At worst, I can take out the shoes his concubine bought for him at night to make him happy, so that he can't blame me for not giving him freedom.
Speaking of freedom, Chai Lingxiu couldn't help laughing: Didn't my dad and I say that he wouldn't give me freedom...
As he smiled, his face became solemn, he looked at his son, and his mind became sensitive after twists and turns.
Looking at his son's face in a daze, Chai Lingxiu's heart became a little hesitant
She was wondering whether she would take out her new clothes for her son tonight?
Although it seems to be just a matter of whether to take it or not, it is actually a worry that your son will be stuck in endlessly
Alas, he didn't know who he learned his temperament. His hands and feet were not at all regular, so he couldn't let him succeed and do whatever he wanted.
She left the relationship aside and completely pushed the responsibility of her doting son
No wonder Chai Lingxiu unknowingly, when her youth bloomed, she gave birth to a child. Before she could even use her youth calmly, she restrained her active temperament and put her mind into taking care of her husband and children.
Later, my husband went to college and occasionally went home and was separated. Her and her son's dependence for many years had long been soaked in her bones. Her son was her life. How could he tell the mother-son relationship that had been entangled and coiled together for a while in the game.
No matter what, I have to pinch my son anyway. In the future, he will become a family and push him to his daughter-in-law to take care of him. I will save myself worry.
That's what he said, Chai Lingxiu's heart began to feel sour again
When he walked out of the room and came to the main hall, he muttered: If your daughter-in-law scares your son in the future, can you bear it?
It seems a bit too early to think of those problems, but it can't help but ripple out of a mother's heart
The reason why Chai Lingxiu was concerned about her and made her feel anxious about gains and losses was purely because Zhao Boqi was going to build a house next year.
Building a house and marrying a wife is all about the matter, because once you graduate and leave the campus, time will pass quite quickly. After a year or two, you will be the age to talk about marriage, so you should prepare for the marriage for him... Chai Lingxiu has a deep understanding of this. She arranged this way back then, so she will feel missed and thoughtful.
Shaking her head, Chai Lingxiu felt that she was worried too much. She believed that her son was not a mess, and she was sure that her son would not bully women after marriage, nor would he be bullied by women. So she happily picked up the firewood and hurriedly brought the awakened noodles out of the pot.
When he woke up, it was dark. Yang Shuxiang stood up and relieved his anger. He heard the movement from the main hall and his mind wandered around. Then he got out of bed and came to the main hall to rush to Chai Lingxiu and said: Mom, didn’t Huanzhang send his schoolbag back?
For a moment, I felt that my mother had changed. Yang Shuxiang couldn't capture what kind of feelings it was, but she knew that her mother had a smell that she ignored. So she secretly spat and turned her head aside.
Have you been tutoring him? Why do you ask me about it? When I come back, I see you lying down and sleeping, but I don’t know if he has come over!
Seeing that I was sleeping in my head... I will go to Qin Niang's house to get it now
Feeling guilty in her heart, Yang Shuxiang lifted the curtain and rushed out
Chai Lingxiu thought of something and called out: The meal is almost beaten, don’t eat Ah from your grandmother’s house...
I remembered that my son ran out as soon as he woke up, and shouted again: Go and sweat on his back, don’t be frozen...
Where can I see people
Running out with the pole, Yang Shuxiang rushed down the western field in two steps in three steps. It looked like a dragon and tiger. He was really stomping on ice, and the cold wind blew. If it weren't for the darkness, the radiance of the Heavenly King's Tiger would be revealed with his raised mouth. If someone saw him, he would definitely praise him. This young man was handsome enough.
When he ran to the vegetable garden in Beitou, Yang Shuxiang looked at Hei Bu's bare feet in the middle of the winter. He knew that it was a piece of gray soil without looking.
The old well next to it covered the wooden board, and the cold well was staggering along the scattered scattered, and there was no chance of life.
After a while, he approached Huanzhang's doorstep as the light from the window in the west wing. Yang Shuxiang let out a long sigh. The real feeling of existence made him know in the cold wind that it was still winter before.
He couldn't help but trembled, and Yang Shuxiang didn't dare to think about the dream deeper, just as he turned his eyes away from his mother. The guilt that Bengma Xiuqin had developed when facing Chai Lingxiu was one aspect. The extension of the dream earlier was another situation that he didn't want to face from the bottom of his heart. If the latter calculated accurately, it should be said that it had appeared since he first glanced at his parents having sex. Like Chunya was getting rain and dew, some mysterious things woke up from his heart in a trance... Seeing Yang Shuxiang running in, Zhao Yongan waved his hand.
Since being beaten that day, he became more cautious, thinking for hundreds of times, and finally came to the conclusion: the person in front of him seemed to be a child, and his personality was largely the same as his. He was usually as gentle as water, and he was domineering and did not talk about any kindness.
This is something Zhao Yongan is unhappy to see, and it is also scared from the bottom of his heart
Yang Shuxiang tilted her head and said hello to Zhao Yongan
The more he did this, the more Zhao Yongan muttered, and he took two steps back, for fear that Yang Shuxiang would sprinkle his face a few times, and he would not be able to beat him, and he would not dare to talk to Ma Xiuqin with him. He was so depressed that he was home in a while.
Yang Shuxiang didn't see Zhao Da's car outside the yard, and Yang Shuxiang felt alive. When she walked out of the main hall with her schoolbag, she turned around and looked at Zhao Yongan in contempt.
In the afternoon, Ma Xiuqin's explanation was a little relieved. She was too lazy to care about Zhao Yongan's vulgarity. As long as Zhao Yongan no longer went to the disaster to Qinniang, it would be easy to say.
Walking towards the west wing, Yang Shuxiang turned around and glanced at him. Seeing Zhao Yongan sneaking and secretly looking at him, he pointed at him and scared Zhao Yongan away. Taking advantage of this relaxing mood, Yang Shuxiang lifted the curtains into the wing.
Ma Xiuqin was cooking, and she was busy putting the eggs in the pot, and hugging them by the person behind her.
She thought it was her father-in-law who came to harass her, and suddenly saw the big hand holding her heart. She then let go of her heart and said to the back: Why didn’t Qin Niang come here before she sent it to you?
Yang Shuxiang surrounded Ma Xiuqin's body. Seeing that she was happy, she licked the corner of her mouth and blew it down on her neck, like a cat pounced on the grass to play, sniffing at her neck, and hummed in a low voice: I don't eat anything, I want to eat Qinniang's honey meat
As he spoke, his hand reached into Ma Xiuqin's clothes
The child's hands were a little cold. When he shook his son, Ma Xiuqin held Yang Shuxiang's hand and smiled and said: Haven't touched enough yet?
He sent his hand to his chest and thrust his slap
Touching~ Not enough! I still want to break you up!
Yang Shuxiang pinched Ma Xiuqin's nipples and slightly elongated the sound in her ear.
After so many years of relationship with Ma Xiuqin, what is the literary silence of the drizzle that breaks out? It is the authentic taste of hometown dialect and hometown dialect.
As soon as she said that, Yang Shuxiang remembered the scene of herself lying on Qin Niang's body and soaking her dick in her honey pot. It was so great, so the fire in her heart started to burn.
Qin Niang is cooking!
After making trouble for Yang Shuxiang, Ma Xiuqin's heart flashed with it, her voice was soft and her face turned red.
She took a nap this afternoon, and her mind was like running a train, and she tossed and turned around and shots of her son surrounding her.
She shouted her son's name over and over again, dancing happily until she lay down and split her legs
Why do you care about me?
She was suppressed by her son and asked loudly, then she inserted it in. Then Ma Xiuqin woke up from her dream. Until Yang Shuxiang ran over, she still wondered what was wrong with her and why her son was alienated from her.
It's not in the way!
As he said that, Yang Shuxiang's hand reached to Ma Xiuqin's waist
Ma Xiuqin stopped her with her hands and whispered: Don't be here
Yang Shuxiang laughed and said: Then you have to promise to give it to me tonight!
Unlocked her rope
Ma Xiuqin looked back and saw Yang Shuxiang's face was hot and her heart softened. She didn't know how to explain, and asked dullly: Where can I give it to you in the evening?
I felt a big hand reaching between my legs and digging
This momentum made Ma Xiuqin feel a little unstoppable. She shrank and begged: Too diligent is not good for your health
I felt that my lower body was quickly wet by Yang Shuxiang, so I shivered and didn't dare to say anything.
Qin Niang, you are running water again, I will satisfy you!
Yang Shuxiang suddenly took off her pants. Ma Xiuqin thought Yang Shuxiang was going to fuck her in this room, so she was amazed: I will be discovered
But Yang Shuxiang just pressed her body down, squatted down and hugged her butt and licked it with her tongue.
Son, you've been sucking Qin Niang's heart, Qin Niang will give it to you tonight
When Yang Shuxiang made such a fist, Ma Xiuqin quickly threw away her armor and hummed. However, this sentence did not work, but instead caused Yang Shuxiang to suck her even louder. Ma Xiuqin's body was trembling with her ass, and her butt was raised higher and higher, and the water was also surging very well.
This was the first time Yang Shuxiang used her mouth to touch a woman's body. It was both fresh and exciting for him. She then slapped Ma Xiuqin's fat white tiger. In addition to smelling the meat smell on Qin Niang's body, he also smelled a faint body slut, so he tried to wrap the pink inside Ma Xiuqin's slit with his tongue. Who would have thought that the water flowed more and more, and then blocked her mouth on her flesh and sucked it hard.
How old is Yang Shuxiang? His knowledge is too far from his skills. He used his mouth to experience Ma Xiuqin's lower body purely from his parents' sexual intercourse and Zhao Yong'an's wife-incest peeping. He didn't know why a man sucked a woman's lower body with his mouth. He tried it out in curiosity. After sucking a few puffs, he felt pretty good. He didn't smell the smell of urine. He grabbed and pinched Ma Xiuqin's big butt and blocked her white tiger pussy and sucked hard. Ma Xiuqin's body trembled. His own cock was also picked up from Kaba's crotch.
Son, I'm almost out of reach, don't bully Qin Niang here
The rapid words awaken the dreamer and drag Yang Shuxiang back to reality from her excitement
I was shocked and calmed down in an instant. My actions were indeed too much. I became the second Zhao Yongan. I grinned and lifted Ma Xiuqin's pants up.
Angry?
Ma Xiuqin turned around and leaned on the corner of the table. She held Yang Shuxiang's hand and asked gasping.
She cared about Yang Shuxiang's heart, afraid that the child would not be happy, and afraid that the warmth that had finally been exchanged would be mixed with her own refusal, so she stared at Yang Shuxiang with her eyes, waiting for his answer
Yang Shuxiang licked the corner of her mouth, and there was still the smell of Qin Niang's lower body. He looked at Ma Xiuqin and said: Qin Niang, why don't you slap me?
Ma Xiuqin didn't understand very much. When she saw Yang Shuxiang's expression of regret, she hurriedly asked: Why do you want to fight?
In a flash, he remembered what Yang Shuxiang said to him for a while, and hurriedly pulled him into his arms, rubbed his head, and said: I can't bear to give up, but I can't bear to give up!
Yang Shuxiang grabbed Ma Xiuqin's hand and said: I'm messing with you again
Ma Xiuqin shook her head and looked gentle: She is just a child!
The water in the pot rolled several times and the white smoke was steaming
Seeing this, Ma Xiuqin hurriedly put out the fire from the gas stove, took the lid and picked up the eggs, and told Yang Shuxiang: Just eat it hot, Qin Niang cooked six for you.
Consolidate his mind, Yang Shuxiang brought the basin to the eggs and kept them cold water. She peeled them seven feet apart and first delivered the eggs to Ma Xiuqin's mouth. The first mouthful of life and death must be fed to Qinniang first.
Ma Xiuqin gave in and shook her head and asked Yang Shuxiang to eat it first
Yang Shuxiang said in words: There are six, I have to watch you take this bite first.
Stuff the egg into Ma Xiuqin's mouth
This short scene was fleeting, like a stone being thrown into the wide Qinglong River. Even a bubble was not made out. It seemed ordinary, but it caused waves to Ma Xiuqin's lonely heart.
She is sensitive in the lower class. After accommodating Yang Shuxiang, she cares about this small action. Even if it is a slightest, she feels very warm in her heart.
Before Yang Shuxiang could finish peeling the second egg, she put the things from Ma Xiuqin's hand in her mouth. He looked up and smiled. Seeing Ma Xiuqin secretly looking at herself with her eyes hanging, she chewed and said: Qinniang, isn't there any more
I added again and again: Qin Niang, you look so attractive. I think, I think... I thought for a long time, but I didn't feel embarrassed to say the following words.
Ma Xiuqin is a veteran, how can she not understand what Yang Shuxiang is thinking about? But where is the question?
You can't go outside to do it, and your body bones will be damaged.
Seeing Yang Shuxiang's eyes flushed, she immediately thought of the hotness on her face, and shook her head and said: I can't go to your house to do it anymore
Yang Shuxiang heard the implicit sound of Ma Xiuqin, and then looked shy and threw down the egg in her hand and hugged her waist, shouting: Qinniang, let's go to my grandfather's house to do it, no one will disturb us!
The blush around the two big eyes as they spoke was like drinking...
PS: Actually, I've been laying the mats since the first chapter
Through various memories, dreams, and storylines, we can suggest some of the protagonists I wrote about, what he wanted to express at that time, and how his mother was about to him
I try to express my life in the form of conversations with family matters
I think characters usually speak like this, so they are like this when they are written, instead of cherishing words like gold, or speaking like the news broadcast, which is particularly logical
don't want
It's just ordinary life
It is appreciated by both the elite and the masses!
If Yajia is high-end, will the valley of people be vulgar?
No one can do without eating, drinking, defecation, and this is the story I want to write
This is a story told in a third person. Maybe you don't feel that the sense of substitution is strong.
Actually, I think it is not impossible to write with first-person techniques, but the problem is: 1. Using pure first-person techniques to write with will inevitably be too tired and too intensive.
I lack skills and always want to finish the trilogy, so I don’t have time to think about it for the time being; 2. I write in the first person + third person technique, and suddenly the inner thoughts of others pop up. I think this is immature and I feel that it is a bit inappropriate, but this does not mean that this technique is not good, at least I don’t think it is too rigorous.
3. The development of some plots requires multiple perspectives. The first person writes in the substitution but the perspective is limited. Just be lazy and use the third person to write.
After writing the angrily and the angrily, I personally feel like I have taken a step forward
The whole thing is too dirty, and the overall situation is a bit rough, and the logic of time is not rigorous; the logic of the treacherous is too light, I admit this, after all, Li Xia is pregnant, and comprehensively considering it, only the love between her and Lao Li, mostly teasing and psychological, but the mediocre scene has become optional
And I think based on the first two parts, I stepped forward again and took another step forward.
From angrily to jealous, I have been laying the foundation for an invisible character Yang Shuang (Yang Shuxiang), until the third part of the trilogy, and pushed him out in a daze and let him appear on the stage
Just writing slutty essays, can you call slutty essays without slutty essays?
What I want to say is that there will be no subsequent stories without laying the groundwork. This is not a drag and mysterious thing. You and I have been through the age of sixteen or seventeen. The feeling of the past is either impulsive, calm, dull, overflowing, or wilting. Isn’t this a personal portrayal of our time during the flower season, rainy season, dream season, isn’t this a personal portrayal of our time during the flower season, rainy season, dream season, isn’t it?
At that time, we were sentimental, worried about gains and losses, and always daydreaming, looking forward to what we will do in the future. Then we grew up with laughter, and after I processed it a little, we became like a woman.
Let's do this first, when this movie is finished, I will try to write a first-person work. I hope my friends can still support you
He saw the fruit and hope. He cheered and shouted loudly. He rushed out in one step, and his body became more relaxed. He accelerated his pace and ran forward and chased, running from the wheat fields at the east end of the village to the village.
When she came to her door, Yang Shuxiang saw Chai Lingxiu through the crack of the door. Seeing her back to her, she was packing her clothes in the yard, she called out twice, and wanted to tell her what she saw and heard at the east end of the village. She opened her mouth and closed it immediately. She felt something was wrong, so she looked into the crack of the door. Fortunately, the woman in the yard did not hear his call.
Yang Shuxiang breathed, feeling very happy after escaping. She took two steps back, suddenly arched her body and jumped up. She didn't expect that she would hit her too hard, but she alarmed the people in the yard.
Yang Shuxiang looked down and saw the curly horse-riding ears covering her mother's smooth forehead, revealing the tip of the iceberg from the sheet. Although the bright eyes did not shoot directly, Yang Shuxiang still felt that she must have seen her now. She couldn't help but feel panicked, strange and inexplicable, like a fierce man diving into the water, slid back with her hands and feet, sliding backwards with a weird floating dead man's swimming posture. He was surprised how he used this difficult movement to dive.
My heart was thrusting, my breath became shorter and shorter. It was not until Yang Shuxiang jumped out of her Xijiaomen, and the suffocation in her heart calmed down a little.
Backing back, Yang Shuxiang couldn't breathe, and his body fell from mid-air into the triangle pit, but it didn't seem like he was prepared to jump directly from the treetops. The weightlessness made his heart beat like a drum, and the dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong
After calming down, Yang Shuxiang stretched out her hand to the willow branches hanging on the water, heading towards the front
There are so few people who can't do water when guarding Qinglong Yishui River. Although they are often beaten by their mothers when they are learning to swim, Yang Shuxiang has practiced water skills after all
He swam forward, not caring why the water was so dark and turbid. He swam over the water dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye and reached the downhill vegetable garden of Huanzhang's house.
Lurking here, Yang Shuxiang secretly looked inside. There was nothing else in the melon rack except an old well. He was worried and swam back and forth a few times. His eyes were stroking and confirming that there were indeed no two people in the melon rack. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
Just as he was about to climb up from the water, he suddenly saw Huanzhang and Xiaoyu talking and hugging and hugging him out of the garden. Yang Shuxiang felt discouraged and hurriedly retracted her head into the water again, looking at the outside world from the water. In a daze, he saw his own Qinniang again... After a while, Chai Lingxiu washed all the clothes and quilts at home. After busy for a long time, she cleaned up the New Year before
She knew that her son would not come back at noon and ate lunch, sealed the stove and ran to Chu Yanyan's house. She knew that her sister was a woman with a big belly, and was unable to move. She was afraid that Chu Yanyan would flash again, so she took all the work on her own. She had been busy for a long time and tinkered with everything she should wash at home.
Chu Yanyan kept Chai Lingxiu at her own house for dinner and asked her to go home and call her son over.
Because he was awake at home and had no clothes to clean up, Chai Lingxiu politely refused to stay for more, so she smoked a cigarette and ran back home.
Turn on the stove and turn on the fire
The large sheet was thrown into the yard, and the other small pieces of clothes were carried into the main hall and put on the clothesline. Seeing his son lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, he was quite puzzled: When did he be so honest, he actually fell asleep at home... Since the night, Chai Lingxiu found that her son was a little abnormal. She knew that her son had not been resting for a while. Now, she couldn't help but feel a whisper in her heart when she saw this phenomenon again.
When she was at this age, she would restrain herself and impose her blindly, and the effect was very little. She also knew that this kind of constraint on her son was entirely caused by the image and influence of a mother. If she had dared to promise that her son would never dare to disobey her, but now that her son has reached the rebellious period, she is unsure.
When I got closer, I saw that my son's shoulders were exposed, so I hurriedly covered him with a quilt and said to myself: Why did I take off all my legs when I sleep in broad daylight?
Seeing that his son Gu Qiu's body became honest again, he was rare to be able to be purified for a moment, he stared at his thin face and looked carefully.
Just because Chai Lingxiu rarely sees her son being so honest, she thought in her mind: I have to give you a sense of a singularity. It’s not that my mother always scares you to vent her anger. I will spoil you by letting you do anything. If you want to survive in society in the future, how can you not bear it?
I also think that I have been too strict with my son during this period?
After thinking about it, I thought to myself: He has to listen to me. He was raised by me. No matter how hard he is, he is still my son. At worst, I can take out the shoes his concubine bought for him at night to make him happy, so that he can't blame me for not giving him freedom.
Speaking of freedom, Chai Lingxiu couldn't help laughing: Didn't my dad and I say that he wouldn't give me freedom...
As he smiled, his face became solemn, he looked at his son, and his mind became sensitive after twists and turns.
Looking at his son's face in a daze, Chai Lingxiu's heart became a little hesitant
She was wondering whether she would take out her new clothes for her son tonight?
Although it seems to be just a matter of whether to take it or not, it is actually a worry that your son will be stuck in endlessly
Alas, he didn't know who he learned his temperament. His hands and feet were not at all regular, so he couldn't let him succeed and do whatever he wanted.
She left the relationship aside and completely pushed the responsibility of her doting son
No wonder Chai Lingxiu unknowingly, when her youth bloomed, she gave birth to a child. Before she could even use her youth calmly, she restrained her active temperament and put her mind into taking care of her husband and children.
Later, my husband went to college and occasionally went home and was separated. Her and her son's dependence for many years had long been soaked in her bones. Her son was her life. How could he tell the mother-son relationship that had been entangled and coiled together for a while in the game.
No matter what, I have to pinch my son anyway. In the future, he will become a family and push him to his daughter-in-law to take care of him. I will save myself worry.
That's what he said, Chai Lingxiu's heart began to feel sour again
When he walked out of the room and came to the main hall, he muttered: If your daughter-in-law scares your son in the future, can you bear it?
It seems a bit too early to think of those problems, but it can't help but ripple out of a mother's heart
The reason why Chai Lingxiu was concerned about her and made her feel anxious about gains and losses was purely because Zhao Boqi was going to build a house next year.
Building a house and marrying a wife is all about the matter, because once you graduate and leave the campus, time will pass quite quickly. After a year or two, you will be the age to talk about marriage, so you should prepare for the marriage for him... Chai Lingxiu has a deep understanding of this. She arranged this way back then, so she will feel missed and thoughtful.
Shaking her head, Chai Lingxiu felt that she was worried too much. She believed that her son was not a mess, and she was sure that her son would not bully women after marriage, nor would he be bullied by women. So she happily picked up the firewood and hurriedly brought the awakened noodles out of the pot.
When he woke up, it was dark. Yang Shuxiang stood up and relieved his anger. He heard the movement from the main hall and his mind wandered around. Then he got out of bed and came to the main hall to rush to Chai Lingxiu and said: Mom, didn’t Huanzhang send his schoolbag back?
For a moment, I felt that my mother had changed. Yang Shuxiang couldn't capture what kind of feelings it was, but she knew that her mother had a smell that she ignored. So she secretly spat and turned her head aside.
Have you been tutoring him? Why do you ask me about it? When I come back, I see you lying down and sleeping, but I don’t know if he has come over!
Seeing that I was sleeping in my head... I will go to Qin Niang's house to get it now
Feeling guilty in her heart, Yang Shuxiang lifted the curtain and rushed out
Chai Lingxiu thought of something and called out: The meal is almost beaten, don’t eat Ah from your grandmother’s house...
I remembered that my son ran out as soon as he woke up, and shouted again: Go and sweat on his back, don’t be frozen...
Where can I see people
Running out with the pole, Yang Shuxiang rushed down the western field in two steps in three steps. It looked like a dragon and tiger. He was really stomping on ice, and the cold wind blew. If it weren't for the darkness, the radiance of the Heavenly King's Tiger would be revealed with his raised mouth. If someone saw him, he would definitely praise him. This young man was handsome enough.
When he ran to the vegetable garden in Beitou, Yang Shuxiang looked at Hei Bu's bare feet in the middle of the winter. He knew that it was a piece of gray soil without looking.
The old well next to it covered the wooden board, and the cold well was staggering along the scattered scattered, and there was no chance of life.
After a while, he approached Huanzhang's doorstep as the light from the window in the west wing. Yang Shuxiang let out a long sigh. The real feeling of existence made him know in the cold wind that it was still winter before.
He couldn't help but trembled, and Yang Shuxiang didn't dare to think about the dream deeper, just as he turned his eyes away from his mother. The guilt that Bengma Xiuqin had developed when facing Chai Lingxiu was one aspect. The extension of the dream earlier was another situation that he didn't want to face from the bottom of his heart. If the latter calculated accurately, it should be said that it had appeared since he first glanced at his parents having sex. Like Chunya was getting rain and dew, some mysterious things woke up from his heart in a trance... Seeing Yang Shuxiang running in, Zhao Yongan waved his hand.
Since being beaten that day, he became more cautious, thinking for hundreds of times, and finally came to the conclusion: the person in front of him seemed to be a child, and his personality was largely the same as his. He was usually as gentle as water, and he was domineering and did not talk about any kindness.
This is something Zhao Yongan is unhappy to see, and it is also scared from the bottom of his heart
Yang Shuxiang tilted her head and said hello to Zhao Yongan
The more he did this, the more Zhao Yongan muttered, and he took two steps back, for fear that Yang Shuxiang would sprinkle his face a few times, and he would not be able to beat him, and he would not dare to talk to Ma Xiuqin with him. He was so depressed that he was home in a while.
Yang Shuxiang didn't see Zhao Da's car outside the yard, and Yang Shuxiang felt alive. When she walked out of the main hall with her schoolbag, she turned around and looked at Zhao Yongan in contempt.
In the afternoon, Ma Xiuqin's explanation was a little relieved. She was too lazy to care about Zhao Yongan's vulgarity. As long as Zhao Yongan no longer went to the disaster to Qinniang, it would be easy to say.
Walking towards the west wing, Yang Shuxiang turned around and glanced at him. Seeing Zhao Yongan sneaking and secretly looking at him, he pointed at him and scared Zhao Yongan away. Taking advantage of this relaxing mood, Yang Shuxiang lifted the curtains into the wing.
Ma Xiuqin was cooking, and she was busy putting the eggs in the pot, and hugging them by the person behind her.
She thought it was her father-in-law who came to harass her, and suddenly saw the big hand holding her heart. She then let go of her heart and said to the back: Why didn’t Qin Niang come here before she sent it to you?
Yang Shuxiang surrounded Ma Xiuqin's body. Seeing that she was happy, she licked the corner of her mouth and blew it down on her neck, like a cat pounced on the grass to play, sniffing at her neck, and hummed in a low voice: I don't eat anything, I want to eat Qinniang's honey meat
As he spoke, his hand reached into Ma Xiuqin's clothes
The child's hands were a little cold. When he shook his son, Ma Xiuqin held Yang Shuxiang's hand and smiled and said: Haven't touched enough yet?
He sent his hand to his chest and thrust his slap
Touching~ Not enough! I still want to break you up!
Yang Shuxiang pinched Ma Xiuqin's nipples and slightly elongated the sound in her ear.
After so many years of relationship with Ma Xiuqin, what is the literary silence of the drizzle that breaks out? It is the authentic taste of hometown dialect and hometown dialect.
As soon as she said that, Yang Shuxiang remembered the scene of herself lying on Qin Niang's body and soaking her dick in her honey pot. It was so great, so the fire in her heart started to burn.
Qin Niang is cooking!
After making trouble for Yang Shuxiang, Ma Xiuqin's heart flashed with it, her voice was soft and her face turned red.
She took a nap this afternoon, and her mind was like running a train, and she tossed and turned around and shots of her son surrounding her.
She shouted her son's name over and over again, dancing happily until she lay down and split her legs
Why do you care about me?
She was suppressed by her son and asked loudly, then she inserted it in. Then Ma Xiuqin woke up from her dream. Until Yang Shuxiang ran over, she still wondered what was wrong with her and why her son was alienated from her.
It's not in the way!
As he said that, Yang Shuxiang's hand reached to Ma Xiuqin's waist
Ma Xiuqin stopped her with her hands and whispered: Don't be here
Yang Shuxiang laughed and said: Then you have to promise to give it to me tonight!
Unlocked her rope
Ma Xiuqin looked back and saw Yang Shuxiang's face was hot and her heart softened. She didn't know how to explain, and asked dullly: Where can I give it to you in the evening?
I felt a big hand reaching between my legs and digging
This momentum made Ma Xiuqin feel a little unstoppable. She shrank and begged: Too diligent is not good for your health
I felt that my lower body was quickly wet by Yang Shuxiang, so I shivered and didn't dare to say anything.
Qin Niang, you are running water again, I will satisfy you!
Yang Shuxiang suddenly took off her pants. Ma Xiuqin thought Yang Shuxiang was going to fuck her in this room, so she was amazed: I will be discovered
But Yang Shuxiang just pressed her body down, squatted down and hugged her butt and licked it with her tongue.
Son, you've been sucking Qin Niang's heart, Qin Niang will give it to you tonight
When Yang Shuxiang made such a fist, Ma Xiuqin quickly threw away her armor and hummed. However, this sentence did not work, but instead caused Yang Shuxiang to suck her even louder. Ma Xiuqin's body was trembling with her ass, and her butt was raised higher and higher, and the water was also surging very well.
This was the first time Yang Shuxiang used her mouth to touch a woman's body. It was both fresh and exciting for him. She then slapped Ma Xiuqin's fat white tiger. In addition to smelling the meat smell on Qin Niang's body, he also smelled a faint body slut, so he tried to wrap the pink inside Ma Xiuqin's slit with his tongue. Who would have thought that the water flowed more and more, and then blocked her mouth on her flesh and sucked it hard.
How old is Yang Shuxiang? His knowledge is too far from his skills. He used his mouth to experience Ma Xiuqin's lower body purely from his parents' sexual intercourse and Zhao Yong'an's wife-incest peeping. He didn't know why a man sucked a woman's lower body with his mouth. He tried it out in curiosity. After sucking a few puffs, he felt pretty good. He didn't smell the smell of urine. He grabbed and pinched Ma Xiuqin's big butt and blocked her white tiger pussy and sucked hard. Ma Xiuqin's body trembled. His own cock was also picked up from Kaba's crotch.
Son, I'm almost out of reach, don't bully Qin Niang here
The rapid words awaken the dreamer and drag Yang Shuxiang back to reality from her excitement
I was shocked and calmed down in an instant. My actions were indeed too much. I became the second Zhao Yongan. I grinned and lifted Ma Xiuqin's pants up.
Angry?
Ma Xiuqin turned around and leaned on the corner of the table. She held Yang Shuxiang's hand and asked gasping.
She cared about Yang Shuxiang's heart, afraid that the child would not be happy, and afraid that the warmth that had finally been exchanged would be mixed with her own refusal, so she stared at Yang Shuxiang with her eyes, waiting for his answer
Yang Shuxiang licked the corner of her mouth, and there was still the smell of Qin Niang's lower body. He looked at Ma Xiuqin and said: Qin Niang, why don't you slap me?
Ma Xiuqin didn't understand very much. When she saw Yang Shuxiang's expression of regret, she hurriedly asked: Why do you want to fight?
In a flash, he remembered what Yang Shuxiang said to him for a while, and hurriedly pulled him into his arms, rubbed his head, and said: I can't bear to give up, but I can't bear to give up!
Yang Shuxiang grabbed Ma Xiuqin's hand and said: I'm messing with you again
Ma Xiuqin shook her head and looked gentle: She is just a child!
The water in the pot rolled several times and the white smoke was steaming
Seeing this, Ma Xiuqin hurriedly put out the fire from the gas stove, took the lid and picked up the eggs, and told Yang Shuxiang: Just eat it hot, Qin Niang cooked six for you.
Consolidate his mind, Yang Shuxiang brought the basin to the eggs and kept them cold water. She peeled them seven feet apart and first delivered the eggs to Ma Xiuqin's mouth. The first mouthful of life and death must be fed to Qinniang first.
Ma Xiuqin gave in and shook her head and asked Yang Shuxiang to eat it first
Yang Shuxiang said in words: There are six, I have to watch you take this bite first.
Stuff the egg into Ma Xiuqin's mouth
This short scene was fleeting, like a stone being thrown into the wide Qinglong River. Even a bubble was not made out. It seemed ordinary, but it caused waves to Ma Xiuqin's lonely heart.
She is sensitive in the lower class. After accommodating Yang Shuxiang, she cares about this small action. Even if it is a slightest, she feels very warm in her heart.
Before Yang Shuxiang could finish peeling the second egg, she put the things from Ma Xiuqin's hand in her mouth. He looked up and smiled. Seeing Ma Xiuqin secretly looking at herself with her eyes hanging, she chewed and said: Qinniang, isn't there any more
I added again and again: Qin Niang, you look so attractive. I think, I think... I thought for a long time, but I didn't feel embarrassed to say the following words.
Ma Xiuqin is a veteran, how can she not understand what Yang Shuxiang is thinking about? But where is the question?
You can't go outside to do it, and your body bones will be damaged.
Seeing Yang Shuxiang's eyes flushed, she immediately thought of the hotness on her face, and shook her head and said: I can't go to your house to do it anymore
Yang Shuxiang heard the implicit sound of Ma Xiuqin, and then looked shy and threw down the egg in her hand and hugged her waist, shouting: Qinniang, let's go to my grandfather's house to do it, no one will disturb us!
The blush around the two big eyes as they spoke was like drinking...
PS: Actually, I've been laying the mats since the first chapter
Through various memories, dreams, and storylines, we can suggest some of the protagonists I wrote about, what he wanted to express at that time, and how his mother was about to him
I try to express my life in the form of conversations with family matters
I think characters usually speak like this, so they are like this when they are written, instead of cherishing words like gold, or speaking like the news broadcast, which is particularly logical
don't want
It's just ordinary life
It is appreciated by both the elite and the masses!
If Yajia is high-end, will the valley of people be vulgar?
No one can do without eating, drinking, defecation, and this is the story I want to write
This is a story told in a third person. Maybe you don't feel that the sense of substitution is strong.
Actually, I think it is not impossible to write with first-person techniques, but the problem is: 1. Using pure first-person techniques to write with will inevitably be too tired and too intensive.
I lack skills and always want to finish the trilogy, so I don’t have time to think about it for the time being; 2. I write in the first person + third person technique, and suddenly the inner thoughts of others pop up. I think this is immature and I feel that it is a bit inappropriate, but this does not mean that this technique is not good, at least I don’t think it is too rigorous.
3. The development of some plots requires multiple perspectives. The first person writes in the substitution but the perspective is limited. Just be lazy and use the third person to write.
After writing the angrily and the angrily, I personally feel like I have taken a step forward
The whole thing is too dirty, and the overall situation is a bit rough, and the logic of time is not rigorous; the logic of the treacherous is too light, I admit this, after all, Li Xia is pregnant, and comprehensively considering it, only the love between her and Lao Li, mostly teasing and psychological, but the mediocre scene has become optional
And I think based on the first two parts, I stepped forward again and took another step forward.
From angrily to jealous, I have been laying the foundation for an invisible character Yang Shuang (Yang Shuxiang), until the third part of the trilogy, and pushed him out in a daze and let him appear on the stage
Just writing slutty essays, can you call slutty essays without slutty essays?
What I want to say is that there will be no subsequent stories without laying the groundwork. This is not a drag and mysterious thing. You and I have been through the age of sixteen or seventeen. The feeling of the past is either impulsive, calm, dull, overflowing, or wilting. Isn’t this a personal portrayal of our time during the flower season, rainy season, dream season, isn’t this a personal portrayal of our time during the flower season, rainy season, dream season, isn’t it?
At that time, we were sentimental, worried about gains and losses, and always daydreaming, looking forward to what we will do in the future. Then we grew up with laughter, and after I processed it a little, we became like a woman.
Let's do this first, when this movie is finished, I will try to write a first-person work. I hope my friends can still support you
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