Chapter 11

It took a full week before the vast ocean gradually dried up and turned into a huge swamp.

Green buds emerged again in the high terrain, and the huge tomb mound in the center was even more lush, and even the few dead old trees standing on it were full of vitality.

There are also those basketball racks that are all over the place, which we used several physical education classes to help them up one by one.

I clearly remember that several rebounds were covered with a layer of wild mushrooms, densely packed, like a pouring out of the human brain.

I don’t know when, a strange thing began to spread on campus: the underground corpses on the playground were full of spiritual energy and were waiting to be resurrected.

Naturally, someone soon heard the ghost scream and witnessed the ghost.

Rumors became the truth during play, so that after morning self-study one day we found that several of the tombs with bloody sanitary napkins were inserted into the morning.

For this purpose, the Academic Affairs Office posted a special notice and issued it to all classes to teach the flowers of the motherland to strengthen their scientific literacy and resist feudal superstition.

However, the family members were not satisfied and insisted on capturing the real murderer.

This launched a campus market survey that lasted more than a month.

Of course the result was left unresolved.

However, that different atmosphere is like a stimulant injected into the boring campus in life, which quietly settles into the body's memory after the aftermath of the spasm dissipates.

As a legend, this matter is destined to be talked about in the days to come, to liven up the atmosphere, or to be precise, to fill in the rusty and barriers created by time between each other.

Another rumor is not so lucky. Although it was once a glorious, no one will remember it now.

One afternoon after the hail, while squatting at the entrance of the canteen to eat, a dumb pussy said excitedly: Something big happened!

Everyone worked hard, no one was involved.

The voice of this pussy suddenly increased by octave: Something really happened!The Mediterranean was fucked to death!

We then raised our heads.

He grinned, his saliva flowing out: There is blood everywhere, I am afraid I can't survive.

The pussy sneered, and the pussy was anxious: Is it okay to be lying to you to be a donkey day?The idiot Mediterranean old cow ate young grass... His voice became low, but he was trembling. He harassed a female teacher, and was opened by his family. He was bloody.

We were all excited all of a sudden, and we were almost cheering.

After expressing deep sympathy for the Mediterranean, the topic quickly turned to the female teacher, specifically her tits and ass.

Ah, sorry, we are always so thirsty.

A few days later, as the information became more abundant and with the help of our superhuman imagination, the characters, events, and processes became fuller.

Some people even wrote a pornographic novel based on this, which was once widely circulated among boys.

Mediterranean is the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office, who is in charge of finance and does not care about discipline.

But idiots like to wander around. If they don’t like anyone, they will scold them at the least, and if they write a check, they will call their parents. This is a campus ghost.

In fact, this person has a lot of connection with my family. To be precise, it was his father. When he was in elementary school in the city, Teacher Qiao taught us mathematics and music.

And several years ago, he was also his mother's mentor.

Teacher Qiao’s house is in Xishuitun. I remember that there were several times when my parents were not available and my grandparents were inconvenient. He took me home.

I still remember his small Suzuki pedal, with black smoke rolling and buzzing, and he was not as fast as the lame man when he ran.

There are also hundreds of pigeons on the second floor of his house flapping their wings, like thick layers of clouds, which is really enviable.

So much so that after I went to junior high school, it was difficult for me to associate the Mediterranean with the amiable old man, whose hair was as thick as it was.

As for the victim, according to rumors, he is a married female teacher in the Academic Affairs Office.

No one can say which one is.

We ran to the faculty and staff window to study it, and finally held several sets of fantasy options to choose from.

Later there was also a saying that it was not harassment, but adultery.

Of course we don't believe that someone is willing to commit adultery with the Mediterranean, but the word adultery is undoubtedly more exciting.

It is said that the two often do things in the office, and they are so confused that the female teacher forgot to go home.

Her husband was too hungry to bear it, so he ran to school and caught the adulterer on the spot.

What else is there to say? The bitter master picked up the brick and opened the bald Mediterranean, which was repeated again and again.

If it weren't for 110, the fools would swear, we would have lost the respectable Mediterranean forever!

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There was too much rain in 1998, and the air was filled with a musty smell throughout the summer and autumn.

The southwest trail leading to the school became muddy and we had to go around the newly built Ring Road.

It was probably from then on that time that I would condescend to walk with my mother after evening self-study, if she happened to have class at night.

In my impression, along the way, I either remained silent or told some young jokes circulating among my classmates, or I would just scrape my heart and show off my strange stories and stories I had seen from magazines.

I said one day we will occupy America. I said there was a woman in India who gave birth to a monster with a human head and a snake body. I said there was a place in the world called Macondo, which rained for three and a half years.

Maybe I was silent for too long, or maybe I said too much, but I became more and more clumsy when I was speechless.

My mother is always an listener, sometimes laughing in cooperation, sometimes making things difficult for me, sometimes interrupting me, blaming me for how I have the time to watch these messy things.

Those quicksand-like days even my mother's face was so illusory.

I only remember the faint fragrance beside me, under the solid and dull street lights, quietly floating away with laughter from time to time, as distant as the night.

And that unforgettable early morning.

Before my mother could wake up, I fled.

I had a wet day with the drizzle.

In class, in the crowd, I couldn't help but capture the breath of life.

I feel like I'm about to go bad.

What worries me even more is that if her mother notices something, then I might as well die.

I was shrouded in anxiety for several days.

Every time I say a word or do an action, I will secretly observe my mother's reaction.

And when I touched her warm gaze, I would avoid it in panic like I was stabbed by a needle.

This is certainly stupid and suspicious.

Until one time, my mother twisted my ears with lightning speed and shouted sternly: I have done something wrong all day long, come with the real trick!

I was relieved.

Lying on the bed at night, I couldn't help but wonder whether the semen would soak into my mother's thighs through my pants, or even penetrated my underwear and stuck to the ochre-red flesh.

In an instant, an unspeakable excitement began to tremble in the darkness.

It is so sticky and scorching that makes people feel scared.

Perhaps shortly after the Kaipu incident, in order to deal with the entrance examination, the experimental class finally began to be put into practice.

From the bottom of my heart, I like those precision instruments, bottles and jars, and even a piece of quicklime, once it runs to the operating table, it will suddenly become taller in my eyes.

Occasionally, classes 3 and 4 will go to class together, which undoubtedly creates space for Wang Weichao to be naughty.

Once he pushed Bing Jie directly over and was in the same group with me, which made the fools scream frequently.

In an instant, my whole body ignited a fire, and my heartbeat was like a high-power motor, causing the air around me to vibrate.

How strange, adolescence can change a person so drastically.

It was a disaster next.

As experienced as I was facing the simplest experiment, I was also full of mistakes and missed in the end. I was finally humiliated by my physics teacher.

As for Bing Jie beside me, I only remember her green apricot-like eyes and boneless hands.

In particular, she wore a black bracelet on her left hand, and a few rays of light flashed from time to time as her wrist flew.

I think this is a bit vulgar.

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Lu Yongping never showed up again after the last visit to prison. Instead, Zhang Fengtang had been at home once.

I remember it was the last Saturday afternoon in September, and when I came back from playing basketball, I went straight to the bathroom.

I subconsciously glanced at it and the laundry basket was empty, which made me feel a little relieved.

But as the water poured down, the restlessness came as promised, and the dick immediately started to stick out.

I stroked it absent-mindedly for a few more times, then glanced at the laundry basket, and I lowered my head and stared at my glans for a long time.

It is pink, with green edges, and it looks aggrieved and ridiculous when the water curtain brushes by.

It's still far from Lu Yongping.

This made me angry and I couldn't help but hold it tightly and stroke it hard.

When the white body floated across my mind, there was a knock on the door.

I was shocked and froze there.

Listen with your ears and two more sounds: Lin Lin?

Putting on my sweatpants, I walked out slowly.

There is no one in the yard.

While he was wondering, the curtain of the living room was lifted up, revealing a black and thin face.

The dull triangle eyes spread on it, like two flat sheep poop eggs.

Lu Hongfeng is a soft lamb, without Lu Yongping's spirit.

He leaned against the door frame and shouted timidly: Brother.

I uttered and was about to ask a question when a bright female voice sounded in the room: Where is your mother?Not at home?

Zhang Fengtang has never been a regular visitor at home, but his father would occasionally come to the door before something happened.

I haven't seen her a few times in the past six months.

While wandering around the commercial street during the summer vacation, she rode a small pedal and whizzed past her, leaving only a cool back and a touching sentence from Wang Weichao. Damn her pussy.

I wiped my head and answered her: It seems that there is something wrong in school.

You wash yours, how come you come out?

Zhang Fengtang glanced at me and raised his chin. Look, our grapes have been removed, and the relatives are one bag at a time, and no one is partial to them.

There was a large packaging bag lying on the coffee table, bulging.

I didn't know what to say, but for a moment there was only the sound of a towel rubbing my hair.

Zhang Fengtang didn't speak and started walking in the living room.

She still wore heavy makeup that day, and her scarlet lips seemed to have just sucked a few buckets of human blood.

After a while, I said: My sister passed the exam, right?

The little cousin on the side couldn't wait to snatch: I've passed the exam, I'll be back on the 11th.

You still remember that Zhang Fengtang leaned over and stared at the fish tank without looking back: June exams are all October.

I have nothing to say again, the strong perfume smell makes people want to sneeze.

I put the towel on my shoulders and glanced at Lu Hongfeng: Where is your dad?

Oh, I really have a kiss with your uncle.

Zhang Fengtang seemed to be smiling, and he was tickling his hands and walked towards me while knocking his legs.

Her legs were wrapped in psces net stockings, and her wide mesh was combined with tear-jerking perfume, which made me feel inexplicably irritated.

Turning around and walking out, taking a deep breath, I entered my room.

Just as he was about to find a top, Zhang Fengtang followed him in.

I had to lean against the head of the bed, playing with the towel in my hand, but my spine was straight.

Zhang Fengtang looked around and sniffed.

This is a dangerous action, and I can't help but worry that the smell of almonds will pop up in the corners.

I'll lend you so many tapes, so I'll learn it.

She plucked the short table on the bedside, pinched two plates casually, and turned around to sit next to me.

Soon she curled her lips: What a mess, doesn’t it sound good?

I don't want to pay attention to her.

If I can, I really want to kick her to death.

She didn't care, so she threw down the tape, stood up and ran to the next target.

As the butt twisted, perfume spread throughout the room.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the harsh sound of high heels.

I looked up and glanced out the window. The sun was sunny and it was simply hopeless.

If the wind blows and lightning and thunder are blowing at this moment, we will be able to run out of the door and temporarily get rid of this suffocating atmosphere.

When Zhang Fengtang was glaring at me, she suddenly spoke, and said frankly: Your uncle always comes here, right?

I was caught off guard: Ah?

She walked slowly, and the mesh was constantly magnifying: Think about it, to be honest.

I've only been here a few times, just the busy farming season.

I rubbed my nose and felt my voice so empty. By the way, I came to deliver grapes last time.

Zhang Fengtang snorted, walked up to him, and stared at me from a high place.

This kind of scrutiny made me quite annoyed and couldn't help but meet her gaze.

I remember that day Zhang Fengtang wore a casual shirt with long folds hanging on her collar, like a few thin noodles hanging.

She hugged her chest with her hands and shook her body lightly, and the wooden door let out a squeaking low moan. It seemed that the folds looked more like the beard of a martial arts master.

And I was indeed defeated, and those phoenix eyes were wet, as if they had just soaked in an alkaline solution.

Victory made Zhang Fengtang laugh. She squatted in front of me and lowered her voice: Have you been here too?

No.

I shook my head, but didn't dare to look at her, I've never seen her before.

Zhang Fengtang didn't speak and just squatted.

After a while, she patted my legs and said a few times: Forget it, what's the point of chatting with you?The little kid doesn't understand anything.

She stood up as she said that.

At that moment, I glanced over and just ran into the two pools of alkaline solution, and my face turned red.

This glance took two seconds to this time. I often think of myself in my gray pupils, with a messy hair like a monkey in estrus.

Oh, Zhang Fengtang's voice was so long that he seemed to say something, but he lost his voice.

But I could feel the file-like gaze.

After a long time, she sat down beside me and then started talking again: You are a little furry, and you are blushing, like a sissy.

Speeched for a moment.

There were barking dogs on the street, but they were like babies crying.

Zhang Fengtang stretched and lay down on his back.

The corners of the shirt split apart, revealing a piece of snow-white belly.

A light gray tight skirt wraps around the abdomen, faintly outlining a full triangle.

The thighs squeezed against the edge of the bed, and the plump white flesh seemed to overflow from the mesh.

The perfume smell seems to be less volatile, but it becomes hot and ubiquitous.

I suddenly felt dry mouth and subconsciously turned over the tape at the head of the bed.

Linlin Ah.

Zhang Fengtang seemed to have turned over.

I responded and turned my head and glanced.

Her pretty face was buried in the bed, and her burgundy curly hair was tied up, like a squirrel on the back of her head.

The tight shirt reveals a dark bra strap, and a fleshy color appears on the waist, and the black panties are vaguely visible.

The skirt is a common acrylic fabric in the 1990s. It just passed the knee and was tightened at the moment, showing signs of underwear.

Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin, you don’t know. Zhang Fengtang shook his head, his tone was long, bright and dry, like a singing opera, but also like sob.

Then I realized that there was a dying patient lying behind me.

The murmuring continued for a while, at first there was still words, but later it turned into a whimper.

Soon, it became silent again.

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the woman made a dove-like cooing sound, and the whole bed was trembling slightly.

Her calves were raised, her feet were resting on my legs, and her heels were rushing straight, as if they were about to pierce into my heart.

I was at a loss for a moment.

It was not until my legs were numb that Zhang Fengtang turned over.

What time is it?

she asked.

The sound was in a daze, as if I had just had a sleep.

I glanced at the alarm clock and told her.

oh.

She lay down without moving, her lower abdomen was rising and falling gently.

While I was hesitating whether to stand up, she scratched my spine: Oh, why don’t you wipe it dry?

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but her voice was wet, like a warm wind ripped out of her mouth.

Without waiting for my answer, she sat up immediately: Give me a towel.

No.

I'm wondering why the water hasn't dried yet.

What?Do you think your aunt's hands are thick?I can't compare to your mother. Ah, when I'm busy on the assembly line, she can fall in love in college.She grabbed the towel and patted her back, signaling me to straighten her head.Actually, I'm already straight enough.At this time, the curtain lifted a corner and a small head was poked out.I couldn't tell why, but I suddenly became a little panicked and hurriedly called Lu Hongfeng in.Zhang Fengtang snorted coldly: You are the one who thinks of your brother.I felt ashamed and sweated like rain in an instant.

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It was raining again on National Day.

I lay in bed all morning.

During this period, my mother came in and saw me looking through this elementary school composition selection, praising me for being more and more successful as I grow older.

I still remember that book, with an orange cover of sixteen, with three or four hundred pages, and the earliest article dates back to the early 1980s.

There is a narrative about early love, which fascinates me and often takes a look.

It was almost noon before I walked out.

The rain is not light.

My mother was busy in the kitchen. When she saw me coming in, she only vomited two words: Pregnant woman.

There were several platters on the chopping board, and the ribs were stewed in the casserole, and my mother was washing the lotus root.

I was about to pinch a few peanuts, but she instantly killed me with a look.

The fragrance overflowed, and I sniffed and my stomach roared.

My mother cut it up dissatisfiedly.

I cut back without hesitation, sat down on the chair, and held up my cheeks.

That day my mother wore a green waistcoat and black trousers on her lower body.

The silk jacket has been around for some time, and it is my mother’s home decoration during the spring and autumn seasons.

During the Spring Festival cleaning this year, my mother turned it out and cut it into a few pieces as a rag.

As for pedals, it can be said to be a weird thing in women's clothing history. If you pull off your pedals, you will have a new name for leggings.

This outfit shows off my mother's graceful curves, especially her plump lower body, which is almost completely visible.

I glanced and quickly looked away, and walked around the kitchen, but returned to my mother uncontrollably.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of peeling, the slightly slight fat and wide buttocks shaking gently, and the toned thighs drew a pair of full arcs and gathered them at the knees.

The slightly bent legs reflect the white light of the ceramic, making the palms itchy when they shake.

I felt my lower body swelling slightly.

I coughed uneasyly, glanced out of the window through the steam, and I quietly pressed my crotch.

The mother pulled the cotton drag, her black pedal stretched her arch, and her white and round heels looked like a baby's cheek in a swaddle, and she seemed to be a touch of flesh that overflowed into the darkness.

From top to bottom, the entire smooth streamline casts into the shadow of early autumn, as warm as the gurgling sound in a casserole.

I stared at my slender waist and plump buttocks that were close at hand, and the wonderful touch of that rainy night jumped in my heart again.

In a trance, my mother turned around, and I quickly turned my head away, but my face seemed to be burning.

Talking to you, didn't hear it?

My mother's tone was a little irritated.

I didn't dare to look at her and nodded vaguely.

Yes, go to the courtyard to call someone for dinner!

I stood up blankly and ran out the door.

When I opened the curtain, my mother suddenly said: Alzheimer's disease.

It seems to be smiling.

I glanced quickly, her eyes hidden in the mist, so hazy.

After allowing visits to prison, my grandfather became much more energetic, but unfortunately, his legs and feet became more and more unstraight due to this continuous rainy day.

Grandma and I slowly helped him over.

Grandpa wanted to have a few drinks with me during the meal, but grandma gave him annoyed look: Wipe the saliva clean before talking.

My mother advised my grandfather to move more quickly and not to lose his body.

He was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched, and his mother stopped talking.

It was quiet for a moment, and the rain seemed to be heavier.

After a while, grandma sighed and said: I don’t know what bad luck I left, nothing goes well.In previous years, the grain was fully collected and put into the warehouse. This year, isn’t the stick the size of a child?

My mother comforted her: The rain doesn’t just flood our family, and everyone is still the same.

Just the same, grandma put down her chopsticks and faced me: Grandma is old, but she can still go downstairs.Linlin, you can go to the bean field to take a look when you have nothing to do. If you don’t know, you think we are planting grass?

I hurriedly said it was okay, wasn’t it just grass? I wrapped it with me.

Grandma picked up the chopsticks again and cursed: Virtue!

Grandpa was still muttering.

My mother lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Soon, she stood up: The ribs are ready, I'll take a look.

Only then did I realize that my mother had changed into a pair of sweatpants at some point.