Niu Xiuqin was waiting outside the community. When she saw me coming in, she drove away without saying a word.
It's still the seventh-generation Accord, most of which is equipped with a car from the Cultural and Sports Bureau, and it seems to be spotless.
The sky was gray, there were no people on the road, and the two snow was as thick as temporary trenches in preparation for war.
Of course, the sound of firecrackers coming from time to time and the big red banners that pass by our heads every now and then remind us that on this traditional festival, festiveness is the minimum requirement for a person.
However, I can't tell why, no one in the car said for a while.
I think it is because of Guo Donglin. FM is broadcasting the recording of CCTV Spring Festival Gala. The idiot Guo Donglin plays the role. He said in a voice that is smoother than bald: Wife, you can't be impulsive. Impulse is the devil, impulse is the gunpowder in the bomb, and impulse is the fork and fork.
So Niu Xiuqin laughed out loud and pounded the steering wheel: I'm so funny!
As she said this, she glanced at me and I had to smile.
You can read this sketch, it’s so funny!Alas, she glanced at me again and took out her cell phone for my aunt!
I was stunned for a moment, and she shook her legs.
My pants were tight and my pockets were deep. It took a lot of effort to feel the warmth in my lower abdomen, and I even felt like I touched her pussy.
This made Niu Xiuqin laugh and she said with an anger: Where can I touch you little hooligan? I'm not polite if I mess with you!
As for how she was unceremonious, she didn't say it, and I couldn't guess it.
Oh, what's missing, are you?When Guo Donglin and Niu Li left the stage with applause, the aunt glanced at me and asked suddenly.
No, I twisted my neck, but subconsciously pinched the mobile hard drive in my pocket. I have something to fall off.
Yes, I lost things, but I took some things away illegally.
Given that my country's electronic information legislation is lagging behind, I can't say whether this is considered the crime of theft, but it is obviously worth discussing it in the criminal law class, which is a very interesting topic.
The inexplicable hidden disk letter has been hidden in my heart for so many days, and suddenly appears in front of me, which is inevitably shocking.
I took a few deep breaths but couldn't stop the shaking of my right hand.
Several light yellow folders are neatly arranged (if you remember correctly, the folders are all named in Arabic numerals), which is so clear that it is almost dizzy against the pale background of the LCD screen, making people doubt the authenticity of everything in front of you.
After a random click, I slipped out of the door and ran down the corridor and glanced down.
I even called my aunt a few times.
Of course, no one answered.
When I returned to the room, there was another mess, and this time it was a bit neat.
I remember that there are many files in the drive letter, complete types, video, audio, and pictures, and there are even a few wrd documents.
I clicked on a video casually, and it was dark and I don’t know where it was. I could only see the red halo of the breathing light flashing.
This flash lasted for nearly a minute or two, and the picture did not change at all. I dragged it twice in a row and it was like this.
But it seems that you can hear the ethereal song, very faint, as if it comes from the distant outer space.
This thought made me feel moved and I couldn't help but drag it back.
In an instant, a humming sound came from the noble HiFi audio, hot and scattered, but rumbling, as if a train was passing by, and it seemed like a huge storm was taking shape.
A black shadow moved, rising and falling in the storm. This is probably what the black blind man digs for food.
Soon, it seemed that the spring also started to scream. Naturally, I heard the woman's humming. In the slightly bumpy camera, the white thighs overflowed with hazy light, and even the black bear's face became more and more discernible.
I was rushing to turn off the video and I realized that I was sweating.
It was really sweaty, just like what was squeezed out of a sponge, and a drop hit the keyboard, with a crisp sound, a bit exaggerated.
With this sweat, I copied the entire confidential drive into my mobile hard drive, and for this, I deleted more than half of the movies and TV series.
I can't say what I'm thinking.
The copying process was extremely long, and even several times I suspected that there was something wrong with the USB interface. I had to repeatedly confirm that the dark blue lattices were still growing slowly, even at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
In addition, from time to time, I have to go to the corridor to take a few glances.
I couldn't help but imagine that my plump aunt took the steps like a cat, sneaked in, climbed up the steps, and captured me on the spot.
Unfortunately, the above tragedy failed to happen.
In fact, it took me more than half an hour to copy and I took another ten minutes to take a shower. When I sat down neatly at the computer desk, Niu Xiuqin still couldn't come back.
I just sat there for a long time, pinched my mobile hard drive and looked again and again. After gritting my teeth, I turned on the phone again.
In order not to leave any traces, of course I plugged in the USB flash drive and wandered around several folders for a while. I clicked on the second one, and there were six or seven video files in my impression.
After turning the volume down, I turned on one casually.
What caught my eye was a big white leg. You could see the feet in the high-heeled sandals. Several people were talking, including men and women, Pinghai dialect, and some kind of Southern Mandarin.
The camera swayed and moved upwards. The black table corners and the smooth tabletop spread out under the light, the white porcelain tea cup, and the huge and almost funny fruit plate seemed to have a familiar sound, loud but trivial, always ummy, no more laughing.
They are like talking about project bidding.
But what does it have to do with me?
After dragging it a few times, the picture almost didn't change. One time I caught the surging breasts of the lady opposite.
The moment I was about to turn off the video, the camera raised, sliding, shaking, and the nasolabial fold man appeared.
I shouldn't be surprised, but I was actually surprised for a moment.
The small flat head was so short that it was almost exposed to the scalp. The frameless glasses reflected the light from top to bottom, and they couldn't see clearly. He leaned against the back of the chair, his chin was lightly tilted, and his body was loose.
But the nasolabial folds on both cheeks were extremely clear. Even if his right face was divided into two by the black line on the left corner of the camera, I could still feel the vivid existence of the two stripes.
Chen Jianjun's appearance is uncomfortable.
After turning off the video, I couldn't help but lit a cigarette.
Listen with your ears, and there is no sound around you.
I suddenly hope Niu Xiuqin can arrive soon.
There are also several videos in the first folder. After a little hesitation, I clicked on one.
The washbasin, mirror, and black lace clothes corners should be in the bathroom.
The camera began to shake and move, and the sound of high heels knocking on the ground rhythmically. Against the backdrop of the light yellow floor tiles that spread out, it was as empty as the sigh of the blacksmith shop in an old martial arts movie.
Dark gray marble wall base, light green fire signs, other footsteps, black high heels and shredded legs, Hello Director Niu!
A female voice said, "White walls, brown striped wooden doors, knocking on the door."
In addition, there is always a harsh sound of wind, which I speculate may be caused by friction.
The picture stopped at the wooden door. If the camera hadn't swayed slightly, I would have thought I had paused the video.
I dragged it back a lot, and the bookcase appeared in front of me, and there was a picture of words hanging on the wall on the left, which was written in cursive script, and I couldn't tell what was written.
Below the letter is a crimson desk and a pitch-black leather chair.
No one, but you could hear sounds, rustling, panting, what sounds of twitching the air, the stomping of high heels.
I took a deep breath of cigarettes and pulled back a lot.
In front of me was a white arc-shaped object, square or round, and I couldn't even tell where the front was.
Accompanied by a leather-like creaking sound, black shadows kept passing by, and the arc-like objects trembled.
After a while, I didn't understand what the trick was, until there was a kind of gurgling sound in my ears, as if someone was stirring the batter quickly.
Perhaps there is also a familiar and tactful groan, which is passing through the camera and gently overflowing from the HiFi speaker.
I suddenly realized that what filled my vision was half of the white butt on my side.
Yes, the furry black curl next to the black line on the lower left of the camera is exactly the pubic hair that is replaced by a fake one!
As the lens trembled, half of the huge ochre-red scallops expanded on the LCD screen, so clear (you can even see the pleats on the soft flesh) that it even seemed unreal.
The wet hair was pressed on it, black and shiny, making the skin on the upper right side look whiter and tenderer.
In the buzzing background sound, a male voice suddenly rang out, and then suddenly paused, and took a breath.
At the same time, a flesh-like white stick appeared between the scallops. It poked to the bottom, squeezed out a circle of sticky foam, and slowly flowed down the trembling white flesh.
If it weren't for Niu Xiuqin's phone call, I wouldn't be able to recover from such a picture, and it wouldn't be possible to burn my hands with cigarette butts.
While I turned off the computer, she slowly said: What are you doing? Come down and have a meal.
As for where to eat, Niu Xiuqin didn't say anything, and I asked, but she didn't answer.
It was not until she entered a hotel in the East District and put on the yellow croaker pot stickers in the midst of the endless crowd that she raised her face: Spring Flowers, an old brand.
I'm sorry I'm ignorant and never heard of it.
It’s an old hotel in the 19th century, and you have more than one grandfather!
But I have never heard of it, let alone the East District CBD has not been built for two years.
Niu Xiuqin said this is a time-honored brand in Dalian. You have never heard of it.
You just say it's delicious or not?She lights her mouth carefully.
tasty.
It's delicious, I can't tell lies on such things.
In addition to pot stickers, Niu Xiuqin also ordered a pound of seafood dumplings and two portions of pickled cabbage fish and rice noodles. Before that, she got off the car halfway and bought a few old tofu sea vegetable buns and a few portions of red bean soup.
She said that she was really hungry these days in Hainan. Not only her, Dongdong was not much better. Just like your uncle, you can eat and sleep, you can just stay there as a monkey.
Dongdong didn't even think he came here. Do you think my aunt kiss you?
I don’t know if it was because of this sentence or mustard juice, but I choked hard, and my face was red and my eyes were whirling.
Niu Xiuqin laughed and scolded her. After that, she asked me what I was doing at her house. It would be boring to wait.
Played with the computer for a while.I said.I thought I should add something, but my phone rang.It was my mother, and I asked where I was and what I was doing, and whether I would go home for dinner.
When I hung up the phone, Niu Xiuqin raised her eyebrows: Are you mom?
I uttered without comment.
No performance today?
Yes, this New Year's Day, when will there be no Ah?
Our leaders probably have to support us again.Niu Xiuqin smiled.
I didn't know what to say, so I had to pick up a dumpling and throw it into a mustard plate.
What does it taste like?When I took a bite, Niu Xiuqin asked.
It’s delicious, I resisted the urge to sneeze, which leader, Chen Chen’s father?
Bah, my aunt gave me a blank look. It’s just Pinghai, which leader hasn’t been a formality?
This left me with nothing to say, only the portion to eat dumplings.
Alas, after a while, Niu Xiuqin came over and lowered her voice, saying that your mother should know about our affairs, but I don’t know what will happen?
What's the matter?I was shocked and quickly glanced around.
What did you say?She kicked my leg and got closer. Her wet tone was almost sprayed on my face. Lin Lin Ah, she killed my mother, killed Feng Lan's big slutty pussy.
This sermon is easily spit out in public like bubble gum.
Amid the crowds of people, a bright light appeared on the plump face.
Looking at the people around me who were trying hard to swallow food, I think it must be something wrong with my ear just now.
Despite repeated refusal, Niu Xiuqin sent me to the south gate of the Yujia Garden.It was nearly nine o'clock when I got home, and my mother sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV.Before I could change my shoes, she asked me where I was going.
Have a meal, don’t talk on the phone?I'm a little nervous.
Oh, four hours a meal?She was wearing plaid pajamas and her hair was lazily hanging down her cheeks.
I played the game in the afternoon and played a few games.I smiled and scratched my head.
My mother sat cross-legged on the sofa, then reached out to get the fruit tray from the coffee table.After eating two melon seeds, she said: I won’t answer the phone call.
It’s not answering, why didn’t you answer?
If you answer one of three calls, is it called answering?The longer you get, the more you are, I will see you.She stared at the TV, not watching me.
I have no way to argue about this.I didn't hear the first two calls, and I couldn't say what I was doing at that time.So after my mother sat down, I changed the subject and asked grandma.
She thrust her mouth to the right, and after a moment she spit out two words with the melon seed skin: Stop.After another moment, she added: I have been in the activity for a day and said my legs hurt.
Where is my dad?Keep looking for a conversation.I dared to catch an orange.
You said it.
Have you drunk?
That's right, according to others, I've been holding it in for a few days, and I'm almost suffocating it to death.
Didn’t you drink it at anyone yesterday?
That can be called drink?That's called etiquette.
Obviously, this topic failed.I buried my head in peeling oranges, not knowing what to say.
Let's not talk about him anymore.Mother waved her hand.I quickly stuffed a few oranges and went there, but she didn't answer them.I had to stuff it into my mouth.
When asked what she had for dinner, her mother said she had cooked some corn porridge and mixed two cucumbers.Your grandma has indigestion.She said.
Fortunately, I didn’t come back for dinner, so I shouted, it’s the New Year.
My mother said with sincerity, glanced at me, and finally smiled.
I just sat there and watched TV for a while until the fruit plate was at the bottom.
On this extremely vulgar winter night, almost every TV station is rebroadcasting the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.
Finally, it was the classic moment when the idiot Guo Dong was just pretending to be crazy and stupid. He said: Wife, don’t be impulsive!
fork fork fork fork fork.
Almost struggling, I said: I'm so funny!
My mother nodded, laughed, and didn't say anything.It seems that she doesn't find it funny.
Why don’t you watch the Pinghai Spring Festival Gala?I asked.This year, local Taiwan also learned to hold a Spring Festival Gala, and the folk art category accounted for a considerable proportion, and the Fengfeng Dance Troupe had several programs.
You want to see it?
Just watch it.
My mother moved to Pinghai Platform, but it turned out to be the idiot Guo Donglin.
There is nothing to do about this kind of thing.
Tsk, I can watch it even if I want to.She stretched her waist and legs, and finally put her feet in white cotton socks on the coffee table. She was sleepy and my mother was sleepy.
Having said that, my mother did not move.
I asked her if she could drink water, and she closed her eyes and nodded.
When I went to the kitchen to pour water, I suddenly realized that I still had a mobile hard drive in my pocket.
This made me nervous in an instant.
To be exact, it’s not nervous. I can’t say that feeling well.
When I returned to the living room, I asked my mother to go back to the room to fall asleep after drinking water.
She nodded, smiled again for a while, and said in a daze that I was in charge of her.
I took a sip with the water cup and almost burned my tongue.
My mother squinted for about ten minutes, and she said something indifferently, but I was sweating profusely by the boiling water.
And the slender neck and familiar face under the fluorescent light are not worth mentioning why, and I can't help but take a few glances.
There is not much business in the troupe today?I asked casually when a glass of water came to the bottom.
They are all charity performances. Mother heyed and sat up on the sofa and rubbed her eyes. No, mom has to wash and fall asleep.
But I thought of Niu Xiuqin's words for no reason, and wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
After washing up, I couldn't sleep in bed.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally got up and ran to the study and turned on the computer.
The things copied from hidden drives always make people feel heavy, like some treasures secretly stuffed under the pillow when they were young. They would never give up without touching them, although in physics they were just electronic data, candied haws stringed with 0 and 1.
After some research (not careful, I always feel that this thing is hot and has no way to get it), it can be basically confirmed that there are six first-level folders named with Arabic numerals 1 to 6 respectively.
The first folder is full of videos, about seven or eight; the second folder is also videos, with the number equivalent to the first one, all video files should be automatically named, with a date string at the end of the name; the third folder has three second-class folders named 1, 2, 3, and 1 is empty, and the other two are audio files; the fourth folder has many picture files, which are really many, and it is a bit difficult to read. It took a second or two before the progress bar reacted.
In addition, there is an empty folder, unnamed; the fifth folder is empty; the sixth folder has photos and documents. Click to see it, and it is all about contracts and other information.
This is all about hidden drive letters.
To be honest, those empty folders are unpleasant. I always feel that I have missed them, although the possibility is slim.
In addition, the audio format is relatively complicated, including msv, wav, rec, and the naming is also mixed. Those with dates and those without dates seem to be more casual.
I tried to click on one and listened, but there was only an inexplicable sizzling sound. It dragged a lot and there was no improvement. If it hadn't been on Niu Xiuqin's hard drive, I really thought it was the white noise made by Wang Fan and Yan Jun.
Another one was called, which was a man's voice, authentic Pinghai dialect, and I could almost imagine his big hand and his saliva was emitting.
However, reality did not allow me to think about it. The man's loud voice vibrated the speaker. I quickly paused the playback and plugged in my headphones.
I think it should be Chen Jianjun, who is talking about the Cultural City Exhibition Hall, most of which is mixed with ethanol.
But still, what does it have to do with me?
After turning off the Media player, I held the mouse, but didn't know what to do.
Everything was silent at night, except for the noise of the fans and the occasional illegal sound of firecrackers.
After a while, I opened the fourth folder. Although I didn’t know what was waiting for, you couldn’t ignore it.
Before that, I went to the bathroom to put water on it, and it was dark inside when I passed by my parents' bedroom.
As mentioned earlier, there are many pictures and files, just look at the limited content I clicked on. They are all photos. The protagonist is of course Chen Jianjun.
There is no need to be surprised, you need to be surprised if you are not him.
This former academic star can be said to be gentle and elegant in various colors of photos with different formats and sizes (mainly jpg, size, ranging from more than one hundred K to three or four M, and the highest pixel must be more than three million).
I didn't want to apply these two words to him, but even if I didn't wear a white shirt and even without the hard work of the cameraman, the white-faced scholar still burst into a fairy spirit between the light and shadow, either light or dark.
In addition to Chen Jianjun, there are several women who frequently appear in the photos.
Niu Xiuqin is one. Although she has relatively limited appearances, she is the only person I know in a strict sense.
This aunt is quite handsome. In a photo from the end of the century, she carelessly supported Chen Jianjun's shoulder with one hand, posing in a classic Mickey Mouse position. The persimmon tree behind her was yellow, dyeing the whole picture golden.
A wonderful moment.
There are a few pictures that seem to be Zhou Liyun, who is fatter than now. She holds a baby and snuggles with Chen Jianjun. The background is different (murals, West Lake White Dike, the ends of the world, etc.), but her expression is almost unchanged (smile, a very ethereal sense of happiness).
The other three women are not impressed by them. They are about 30 or 40 years old. I can’t say that they are all tall and have two beautiful appearances. Among them, the younger one looks quite like a host on Provincial TV.
However, a considerable number of photos are taken in public places, and they should be taken at events. The rest are indeed in private places, at home, hotels, campuses, tourist attractions or other places that are not famous. Some of them are even casually dressed (low-cut pajamas), and their behavior is too close (the face is very close), but there are no exact so-called nude photos.
I couldn't tell why, but suddenly I breathed a sigh of relief.
As if I had completed a task, I went to the kitchen to drink water and relax.
After thinking about it, I made a cup of coffee for myself, but I still poured it out and flipped the can of beer from the cabinet.
I sat in front of the computer again, and I didn't know what to do.
After wandering for a while, I decided to explore a few videos.
Yes, explore.
It is worth mentioning that unlike the audio format, almost all video files are AVI. Obviously, the video has undergone a secondary conversion after the video is collected. No wonder this aunt has installed a lot of tool software in the computer.
But to be honest, I basically know nothing about expensive emerging things like DV, and I can be said to be completely a white dick.
If you really want to have any impression, it seems that Zhu Wen from Nanjing went to Beijing to shoot a DV movie called "Seafood", followed by "Ren Xiaoyao", which Jia Zhangke had just won the grand prize in Cannes, which was also a complete DV work.
Next is Niu Xiuqin, the masterpieces with profound realistic examples. Although it is not difficult to imagine what motivated this aunt to do so, I still feel that everything in front of me was too exaggerated.
Yes, maybe there has never been such a bloody scene in the movie.
Just with the beer, I clicked on the first video in the first folder. The file name was mini-DV-dcr-pc7-20010909002. The moment I opened it, I found that the video had been roughly appreciated. The whole picture was lacquered and black, except for the red halo flashing in the upper left corner.
However, if you look closely, the black is also layered and outlined. The one who lies on the back on the right side of the camera must be a woman. It can be seen with a soft look. One leg poked out in the lower left corner naturally belongs to a certain man, most of which is the legs of a black bear.
This is all the information given by the camera within four or five minutes. Except for the occasional neurotic shaking black bear legs, the picture has no other changes.
Several times I thought that the leg would move, black bear grind its claws and started digging, but in fact nothing happened.
I just stared at it for ten minutes, and I couldn't hold on any of it, so I had to drag it back.
This delay took four or five times. It was not until halfway through the video that the screen really showed up, and the black bear really started to dig in.
I saw the black shadow kicking his legs and carefully rising to the side. The picture showed his side face and half of his upper body (small flat head).
After shaking his side face and half of his upper body (it seems to be wearing glasses), he fell into a static state again.
For about a minute or two, he suddenly leaned down and approached the woman on the bed.
Soon, after more than ten seconds, the guy straightened his waist again, twisted his body slightly, and reached over the camera.
He called Lao Niu.
Very light, but I still heard it.
Unfortunately, Lao Niu didn't hear it.
So he shouted again.
The old cow still didn't hear it.
The black shadow twisted over and hung his head for a moment.
Afterwards, he rushed towards his prey.
It's not a pounce, it's about getting out of bed, getting close to the woman's side, lifting something, slowly putting her head on the woman's chest.
The woman had no expression, but the black bear gasped and began to move her claws.
Maybe that warmth and softness is imaginable, but to me it is a shadow moving over another, and I even pray that women will wake up soon.
However, I am a luxury.
The black bear quickly focused on the lower body of the woman, with her face and hands. Perhaps he tried to turn the person over, of course, but failed.
During this period, the woman hummed twice, but still couldn't wake up.
Five or six minutes later, the black bear took a long breath and wiped his sweat. Then, he took off his pants.
Very ugly.
When he stood up, he stood up with his slightly bulging belly (must be fiddling with his vulgar lower body) and approached the woman again.
After a moment, he walked out of the camera, and a stinging sound, he was back.
He stood along the bed for half a minute, then leaned down and dragged the woman out.
The female legs were spread apart, and he half-squatted and straightened his hips. It was funny, but it didn't work.
So he spitted a little, spit a little more, and spit a little more, and evenly applied the parts that should be evenly applied. This time he pressed down directly.
The black shadow took a breath and froze for dozens of seconds. When I thought he had a heart attack, the picture started to move rhythmically.
At first it was stumbled, but later it was like fish in water.
The humming sound, the slight crackling sound, the slight humming sound was in a daze.
The woman's right leg shook in front of the camera, and a cool light was generated in the extreme darkness. Even I couldn't understand if this was an illusion.
In this storm, I suddenly realized that the ethereal song that was almost chanting the scriptures was actually Jacky Cheung's "Blessings", and the flashing breathing light showed a huge and deformed outline VIP on the white wall.
The storm did not last long (at most eight or seven minutes). After the black bear was still, it lay down on its prey for a while, and then there was nothing.
This video made me stunned for a while, hesitating whether to get beer again.
Or it’s good to have some old white jobs on my father.
As a result, the right hand took the initiative to open another video.
This time I subconsciously looked for it from the back. The file name was mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20020915007, and the beginning was dark again, but it was not as dark as the previous video, and the pixels were obviously much higher, not one million, and there were seven or eight hundred thousand.
However, the black line is still there, and this time it cuts straight down in the middle of the picture, as responsive as a storyboard in Japanese comics.
Half a table, single bed, windows, radiators, white walls.
The blue curtains, hazy light came in, and a thin layer was sprinkled in the middle of the single bed.
Look at the decoration, it is obviously a hotel, and it is a standard room for many people, so the smell of a bathhouse suddenly comes from the scene.
But the people on the bed couldn't seem to smell it. The soft limbs must be a woman, and I could even see her long hair scattered between the pillows.
There is a kind of noise, buzzing, like a roar of insects.
Occasionally there are subtle footsteps, even accompanied by a thud. According to my estimate, it is the credit of the voice-controlled lights in the corridor.
The sound of car horns sounded outside the window from time to time. I can’t say it’s loud, it will definitely not help sleep.
The woman seemed to be really asleep, and to be honest, she couldn't help but feel sweat for her.
With the experience from last time, I can't wait stupidly.
After dragging it back several times, the picture finally changed.
And the changes are a bit big, the lens is hanging diagonally, and the windows and bed are crooked.
The photosensitive and saturation are different. How to say it, the picture becomes harder and sharper.
But soon I didn't care about this much and was completely attracted by the arc in the middle of the picture.
Of course, it was the woman's back, like a plump pear on the side, easily spreading a round and vivid curve in the darkness.
But there was another person behind her, and it was vaguely visible that she was wearing a white shirt on her upper body, and he was also lying on his side, pressing against the woman from head to toe.
Just one look, I felt a disgust.
This guy is humming, like a pig, his crotch is still shaking like an epilepsy, his right arm cannot see it, and his left arm seems to be climbing on a woman's crotch.
The snake-like black shadow was like a scar on the arc. What was terrible is that the scar was still squirming restlessly.
Only then did I notice the woman's suppressed gasp, and like sobs, the fine airflow was gathered together. It would only be swallowed or vomited out when it could not bear it, accompanied by a low murmur in her throat.
And her left hand slid across her waist and placed it behind her, where it was the center of all the shaking.
I suddenly realized what the woman was doing, and I felt annoyed and angry.
I was so angry that I dragged the video forward.
The two of them had basically not changed, but the white shirt was talking, he pulled the woman's left arm, and a light flashed from time to time on his wrist, and a low voice was also accompanied by a hey smile: ...You touched it... I can't stand it... The woman tsk and shook it away. Of course, a light flashed across the picture.
White shirt sighed, raised his right arm to the side, stretched his left arm forward for a while, and finally said: Use your hands?Just use your hands.
These words are clear and neat.
The woman had no indication (at least I couldn't see it). The white shirt pinched the arc with her left hand a few times, and then grabbed the woman's arm.
The light flashed again.
The woman shouldn't have struggled this time because the white shirt lay down comfortably again.
For about a half minute, the woman's arms began to tremble unconsciously.
So the pig snorted, and his left arm climbed up to the woman's crotch, wandering down like a snake.
The woman trembled and then said something.
The white shirt didn't care, he pressed against the woman's head and took a deep breath: What are you afraid of?
As he said this, he turned his face towards the camera.
I think it's Chen Jianjun. Maybe it's not just a judgment based on the motivation for video shooting.
The shaking lasted for a long time.
During this period, someone called the door and shouted the voice-controlled light.
She said: Lamp!What a thing!
I can't say anything like Tianjin dialect or Langfang accent.
The lamp made the two stop. The woman seemed to want to let go, but the white shirt tightened. He said something, and then murmured twice. The woman raised her head and moaned softly, with a silk trembling voice.
I couldn't help but take a sip of the empty beer can and drink nothing.
And I don't know when the shaking is continuing.
After about a minute, the woman suddenly raised her neck backwards (the hair flew and fell down again), then she bounced her legs and said No (maybe, it's similar anyway). She half-supported her body with her right hand, and Zuo Yu quickly pulled her from behind, covering her mouth (probably).
Almost at the same time, with a slight whimper, her slender waist twisted, and then her round butt arched backwards.
Then the woman fell back to the bed.
The white shirt pulled out his hand, panting like a cow.
The woman was not much better, and her breathing lasted for a long time, even with a few muffled endings.
I can't tell why, I find myself as hard as iron.
The breathing made the night quieter.
The darkness turned into a hazy grayish white against the backdrop of the black lines.
For a while, the white shirt gently rubbed the woman's neck with her head on her side, but the latter did not move.
Later he patted the arc, his paws wandered upwards, and at the same time he said something in the woman's ear.
The woman elbowed to the back, and accordingly, he screamed, a little exaggerated.
True (and not) fake.
He waved his head.
Then, the white shirt bent his body slightly and groped on the woman's big sag for a while. After a few protests, he seemed to spread his hips and thrust his hips.
... Go in and do it... He said, it means a bit hippie and smiley.The woman disagreed and wanted to get up, but was held down by her white shirt.Then there was a silent struggle.It is conceivable that women cannot get up and men cannot get in.The light that occasionally brightens outside the window brings an inexplicable sense of drama to the picture.If you move around again, the old cow should wake up!The sound suddenly increased a little, and even I was shocked.The woman looked at the camera with her face, then turned her head and said nothing.After a few seconds, she sighed.With the sound of the bed, the white shirt tossed and it took him a long time to scream in exaggeration.Oh my god.He said.It was at this moment that a sound came from behind the camera.Another sound.The picture is completely still.The harsh nasal sound is long and whispered, smash your mouth.After a while, the owner of the DV snored again.Yes, and it wasn't until then that I realized that this aunt had been snoring and was snoring from the beginning. The snoring sound was the most basic component of the video, just like the Big Bang radiation background of our universe, and it was usually ignored by humans.Well, the white shirt moved as she wished.His left leg seemed to be inserted between the woman's legs, and his thin buttocks were shaking like a polio patient.The claws initially grabbed the woman's arm, but later they looked forward and probably held the breasts.The woman's butt was extremely thick, and a sound came quickly under the impact.The white shirt seemed very excited, so he simply started to speed up.It was fine to do it gently. Once you move quickly, the bed would squeak, and the mouse would scream, which was very harsh.Of course women have to protest.After trying this a few times, the white shirt finally breathed a long breath. He said: What kind of rag is this...why, let's go down?
At this moment, someone twisted the door and then knocked it again.When is it still not sleeping?He shouted, his voice muffled.
I was stunned for a moment and then I realized that the sound came from outside the headphones.Like a conditioned reflex, I immediately turned off the video and took off my headphones.The two people in the picture disappeared like a comic strip that they flipped when they were young.
I don't know when you're back.The study door was locked, although I rarely did this.
I've come back a long time ago and I've been peeing.My father burped and rubbed against the door.As he said this, he twisted the door handle again.
Haven't drunk too much, hurry up and take a shower and go to bed.Of course I had no intention of opening the door for him.Maybe it did before, but not today.
As for why, I can't say it well.But my father didn't seem to have the awareness of leaving either.I felt that I could smell the wine on him through the door.
What more, mom, when will your father drink too much?
oh.
I thought about saying something complimented, but I couldn't say it.
He knocked on the table with his left hand and slided the mouse with his right hand and dragged it down casually.
It should be the fourth folder that has been browsed halfway. As mentioned earlier, there are so many files.
Every now and then, I clicked and glanced.
This aunt is really a collector.
My mom has gone to bed early, so you can take a shower and go to bed soon.
Yes, my father still rubs against the door, and I fell asleep...
However, before my father finished speaking, I saw my mother in the picture browser.
Chen Jianjun presented her with an award, with a red banner posted on the background of the Quyi Gala.
My mother was wearing a white suit skirt, customized by Lu's family in Pinghai. I still remember it fresh. At that time, I always felt that she dressed so much like the military singers on TV.
Chen Jianjun was wearing a Zhongshan outfit, and he had to admit that he was straight and elegant.
The trophy is made of glass. It was placed in the study for a while and then placed in the window of the troupe's office.
Under the light, my mother's smile is as pure as a trophy and as enthusiastic as a banner.
That was my mother who had resigned for more than a month and had a high ambition.
I have vaguely seen this photo, but it seems that there is no such thing as Chen Jianjun anyway.
Continue to drag down, backstage, flower basket, I wish the Fengwu Opera Troupe a complete success in its first commercial performance. A group photo of five or six people was undoubtedly Chen Jianjun in the middle, with his mother standing next to an old man, and Xiao Zheng on his right.
This happened on October 1, 2001, and it was on Pinghai News that day.
Sure enough, there are more photos next, including about ten people, three people, four people, two people, stage, backstage, in front of the Red Star Theater, at the dining table, offering flowers, toasts, clinking glasses, and drinking.
Reason tells me that this is normal and nothing.
A trace of inexplicable irritability arose but stubbornly, and it can't be removed.
I think it might be thirsty.
A can of Qingdao pure child is enough to calm me down.
Before opening the door to get the wine, I pulled the progress bar and dragged it down a lot.
Random is a fun thing.
But I am not a gambler. I just like to be lazy and prefer to be easy and hope everything is well.
In order to show my sloppy mentality, I even stood up and half-bowed to open a photo.
When this piece of thing with four or five million pixels spread out in front of my eyes, I sniffed.
Glass, marble columns, striped solid wood floors, red-brown curtains, pure white European leather sofa.
The camera comes from top to bottom, with the protagonist right in front of the sofa.
One is Chen Jianjun, who is naked except for glasses, watch and a pair of short gray stockings on his feet.
He pulled a white shirt to cover his lower body, stunned, but unfortunately, because of the fabric or light, a black shadow appeared faintly between his crotch; the other shrank into a ball on the sofa, half of his breasts exposed on the left, his knees were bent, and his thighs were dazzlingly white.
The face that raised up from my long hair is unlikely to be more familiar to me.
It's just that kind of expression I've never seen before.
In a trance, my father seemed to walk over again, and he knocked on the door loudly.As for what I said, I couldn't hear clearly.
PS：
First, have more tacit understanding.
Second, it is a long time, so add some knowledge: the mini-DV video tape at the beginning of the century, after video acquisition, the content of an hour of content converted to MP2 is about 13G, and the acquisition card has a very high requirement for the computer's hardware.
It's still the seventh-generation Accord, most of which is equipped with a car from the Cultural and Sports Bureau, and it seems to be spotless.
The sky was gray, there were no people on the road, and the two snow was as thick as temporary trenches in preparation for war.
Of course, the sound of firecrackers coming from time to time and the big red banners that pass by our heads every now and then remind us that on this traditional festival, festiveness is the minimum requirement for a person.
However, I can't tell why, no one in the car said for a while.
I think it is because of Guo Donglin. FM is broadcasting the recording of CCTV Spring Festival Gala. The idiot Guo Donglin plays the role. He said in a voice that is smoother than bald: Wife, you can't be impulsive. Impulse is the devil, impulse is the gunpowder in the bomb, and impulse is the fork and fork.
So Niu Xiuqin laughed out loud and pounded the steering wheel: I'm so funny!
As she said this, she glanced at me and I had to smile.
You can read this sketch, it’s so funny!Alas, she glanced at me again and took out her cell phone for my aunt!
I was stunned for a moment, and she shook her legs.
My pants were tight and my pockets were deep. It took a lot of effort to feel the warmth in my lower abdomen, and I even felt like I touched her pussy.
This made Niu Xiuqin laugh and she said with an anger: Where can I touch you little hooligan? I'm not polite if I mess with you!
As for how she was unceremonious, she didn't say it, and I couldn't guess it.
Oh, what's missing, are you?When Guo Donglin and Niu Li left the stage with applause, the aunt glanced at me and asked suddenly.
No, I twisted my neck, but subconsciously pinched the mobile hard drive in my pocket. I have something to fall off.
Yes, I lost things, but I took some things away illegally.
Given that my country's electronic information legislation is lagging behind, I can't say whether this is considered the crime of theft, but it is obviously worth discussing it in the criminal law class, which is a very interesting topic.
The inexplicable hidden disk letter has been hidden in my heart for so many days, and suddenly appears in front of me, which is inevitably shocking.
I took a few deep breaths but couldn't stop the shaking of my right hand.
Several light yellow folders are neatly arranged (if you remember correctly, the folders are all named in Arabic numerals), which is so clear that it is almost dizzy against the pale background of the LCD screen, making people doubt the authenticity of everything in front of you.
After a random click, I slipped out of the door and ran down the corridor and glanced down.
I even called my aunt a few times.
Of course, no one answered.
When I returned to the room, there was another mess, and this time it was a bit neat.
I remember that there are many files in the drive letter, complete types, video, audio, and pictures, and there are even a few wrd documents.
I clicked on a video casually, and it was dark and I don’t know where it was. I could only see the red halo of the breathing light flashing.
This flash lasted for nearly a minute or two, and the picture did not change at all. I dragged it twice in a row and it was like this.
But it seems that you can hear the ethereal song, very faint, as if it comes from the distant outer space.
This thought made me feel moved and I couldn't help but drag it back.
In an instant, a humming sound came from the noble HiFi audio, hot and scattered, but rumbling, as if a train was passing by, and it seemed like a huge storm was taking shape.
A black shadow moved, rising and falling in the storm. This is probably what the black blind man digs for food.
Soon, it seemed that the spring also started to scream. Naturally, I heard the woman's humming. In the slightly bumpy camera, the white thighs overflowed with hazy light, and even the black bear's face became more and more discernible.
I was rushing to turn off the video and I realized that I was sweating.
It was really sweaty, just like what was squeezed out of a sponge, and a drop hit the keyboard, with a crisp sound, a bit exaggerated.
With this sweat, I copied the entire confidential drive into my mobile hard drive, and for this, I deleted more than half of the movies and TV series.
I can't say what I'm thinking.
The copying process was extremely long, and even several times I suspected that there was something wrong with the USB interface. I had to repeatedly confirm that the dark blue lattices were still growing slowly, even at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
In addition, from time to time, I have to go to the corridor to take a few glances.
I couldn't help but imagine that my plump aunt took the steps like a cat, sneaked in, climbed up the steps, and captured me on the spot.
Unfortunately, the above tragedy failed to happen.
In fact, it took me more than half an hour to copy and I took another ten minutes to take a shower. When I sat down neatly at the computer desk, Niu Xiuqin still couldn't come back.
I just sat there for a long time, pinched my mobile hard drive and looked again and again. After gritting my teeth, I turned on the phone again.
In order not to leave any traces, of course I plugged in the USB flash drive and wandered around several folders for a while. I clicked on the second one, and there were six or seven video files in my impression.
After turning the volume down, I turned on one casually.
What caught my eye was a big white leg. You could see the feet in the high-heeled sandals. Several people were talking, including men and women, Pinghai dialect, and some kind of Southern Mandarin.
The camera swayed and moved upwards. The black table corners and the smooth tabletop spread out under the light, the white porcelain tea cup, and the huge and almost funny fruit plate seemed to have a familiar sound, loud but trivial, always ummy, no more laughing.
They are like talking about project bidding.
But what does it have to do with me?
After dragging it a few times, the picture almost didn't change. One time I caught the surging breasts of the lady opposite.
The moment I was about to turn off the video, the camera raised, sliding, shaking, and the nasolabial fold man appeared.
I shouldn't be surprised, but I was actually surprised for a moment.
The small flat head was so short that it was almost exposed to the scalp. The frameless glasses reflected the light from top to bottom, and they couldn't see clearly. He leaned against the back of the chair, his chin was lightly tilted, and his body was loose.
But the nasolabial folds on both cheeks were extremely clear. Even if his right face was divided into two by the black line on the left corner of the camera, I could still feel the vivid existence of the two stripes.
Chen Jianjun's appearance is uncomfortable.
After turning off the video, I couldn't help but lit a cigarette.
Listen with your ears, and there is no sound around you.
I suddenly hope Niu Xiuqin can arrive soon.
There are also several videos in the first folder. After a little hesitation, I clicked on one.
The washbasin, mirror, and black lace clothes corners should be in the bathroom.
The camera began to shake and move, and the sound of high heels knocking on the ground rhythmically. Against the backdrop of the light yellow floor tiles that spread out, it was as empty as the sigh of the blacksmith shop in an old martial arts movie.
Dark gray marble wall base, light green fire signs, other footsteps, black high heels and shredded legs, Hello Director Niu!
A female voice said, "White walls, brown striped wooden doors, knocking on the door."
In addition, there is always a harsh sound of wind, which I speculate may be caused by friction.
The picture stopped at the wooden door. If the camera hadn't swayed slightly, I would have thought I had paused the video.
I dragged it back a lot, and the bookcase appeared in front of me, and there was a picture of words hanging on the wall on the left, which was written in cursive script, and I couldn't tell what was written.
Below the letter is a crimson desk and a pitch-black leather chair.
No one, but you could hear sounds, rustling, panting, what sounds of twitching the air, the stomping of high heels.
I took a deep breath of cigarettes and pulled back a lot.
In front of me was a white arc-shaped object, square or round, and I couldn't even tell where the front was.
Accompanied by a leather-like creaking sound, black shadows kept passing by, and the arc-like objects trembled.
After a while, I didn't understand what the trick was, until there was a kind of gurgling sound in my ears, as if someone was stirring the batter quickly.
Perhaps there is also a familiar and tactful groan, which is passing through the camera and gently overflowing from the HiFi speaker.
I suddenly realized that what filled my vision was half of the white butt on my side.
Yes, the furry black curl next to the black line on the lower left of the camera is exactly the pubic hair that is replaced by a fake one!
As the lens trembled, half of the huge ochre-red scallops expanded on the LCD screen, so clear (you can even see the pleats on the soft flesh) that it even seemed unreal.
The wet hair was pressed on it, black and shiny, making the skin on the upper right side look whiter and tenderer.
In the buzzing background sound, a male voice suddenly rang out, and then suddenly paused, and took a breath.
At the same time, a flesh-like white stick appeared between the scallops. It poked to the bottom, squeezed out a circle of sticky foam, and slowly flowed down the trembling white flesh.
If it weren't for Niu Xiuqin's phone call, I wouldn't be able to recover from such a picture, and it wouldn't be possible to burn my hands with cigarette butts.
While I turned off the computer, she slowly said: What are you doing? Come down and have a meal.
As for where to eat, Niu Xiuqin didn't say anything, and I asked, but she didn't answer.
It was not until she entered a hotel in the East District and put on the yellow croaker pot stickers in the midst of the endless crowd that she raised her face: Spring Flowers, an old brand.
I'm sorry I'm ignorant and never heard of it.
It’s an old hotel in the 19th century, and you have more than one grandfather!
But I have never heard of it, let alone the East District CBD has not been built for two years.
Niu Xiuqin said this is a time-honored brand in Dalian. You have never heard of it.
You just say it's delicious or not?She lights her mouth carefully.
tasty.
It's delicious, I can't tell lies on such things.
In addition to pot stickers, Niu Xiuqin also ordered a pound of seafood dumplings and two portions of pickled cabbage fish and rice noodles. Before that, she got off the car halfway and bought a few old tofu sea vegetable buns and a few portions of red bean soup.
She said that she was really hungry these days in Hainan. Not only her, Dongdong was not much better. Just like your uncle, you can eat and sleep, you can just stay there as a monkey.
Dongdong didn't even think he came here. Do you think my aunt kiss you?
I don’t know if it was because of this sentence or mustard juice, but I choked hard, and my face was red and my eyes were whirling.
Niu Xiuqin laughed and scolded her. After that, she asked me what I was doing at her house. It would be boring to wait.
Played with the computer for a while.I said.I thought I should add something, but my phone rang.It was my mother, and I asked where I was and what I was doing, and whether I would go home for dinner.
When I hung up the phone, Niu Xiuqin raised her eyebrows: Are you mom?
I uttered without comment.
No performance today?
Yes, this New Year's Day, when will there be no Ah?
Our leaders probably have to support us again.Niu Xiuqin smiled.
I didn't know what to say, so I had to pick up a dumpling and throw it into a mustard plate.
What does it taste like?When I took a bite, Niu Xiuqin asked.
It’s delicious, I resisted the urge to sneeze, which leader, Chen Chen’s father?
Bah, my aunt gave me a blank look. It’s just Pinghai, which leader hasn’t been a formality?
This left me with nothing to say, only the portion to eat dumplings.
Alas, after a while, Niu Xiuqin came over and lowered her voice, saying that your mother should know about our affairs, but I don’t know what will happen?
What's the matter?I was shocked and quickly glanced around.
What did you say?She kicked my leg and got closer. Her wet tone was almost sprayed on my face. Lin Lin Ah, she killed my mother, killed Feng Lan's big slutty pussy.
This sermon is easily spit out in public like bubble gum.
Amid the crowds of people, a bright light appeared on the plump face.
Looking at the people around me who were trying hard to swallow food, I think it must be something wrong with my ear just now.
Despite repeated refusal, Niu Xiuqin sent me to the south gate of the Yujia Garden.It was nearly nine o'clock when I got home, and my mother sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV.Before I could change my shoes, she asked me where I was going.
Have a meal, don’t talk on the phone?I'm a little nervous.
Oh, four hours a meal?She was wearing plaid pajamas and her hair was lazily hanging down her cheeks.
I played the game in the afternoon and played a few games.I smiled and scratched my head.
My mother sat cross-legged on the sofa, then reached out to get the fruit tray from the coffee table.After eating two melon seeds, she said: I won’t answer the phone call.
It’s not answering, why didn’t you answer?
If you answer one of three calls, is it called answering?The longer you get, the more you are, I will see you.She stared at the TV, not watching me.
I have no way to argue about this.I didn't hear the first two calls, and I couldn't say what I was doing at that time.So after my mother sat down, I changed the subject and asked grandma.
She thrust her mouth to the right, and after a moment she spit out two words with the melon seed skin: Stop.After another moment, she added: I have been in the activity for a day and said my legs hurt.
Where is my dad?Keep looking for a conversation.I dared to catch an orange.
You said it.
Have you drunk?
That's right, according to others, I've been holding it in for a few days, and I'm almost suffocating it to death.
Didn’t you drink it at anyone yesterday?
That can be called drink?That's called etiquette.
Obviously, this topic failed.I buried my head in peeling oranges, not knowing what to say.
Let's not talk about him anymore.Mother waved her hand.I quickly stuffed a few oranges and went there, but she didn't answer them.I had to stuff it into my mouth.
When asked what she had for dinner, her mother said she had cooked some corn porridge and mixed two cucumbers.Your grandma has indigestion.She said.
Fortunately, I didn’t come back for dinner, so I shouted, it’s the New Year.
My mother said with sincerity, glanced at me, and finally smiled.
I just sat there and watched TV for a while until the fruit plate was at the bottom.
On this extremely vulgar winter night, almost every TV station is rebroadcasting the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.
Finally, it was the classic moment when the idiot Guo Dong was just pretending to be crazy and stupid. He said: Wife, don’t be impulsive!
fork fork fork fork fork.
Almost struggling, I said: I'm so funny!
My mother nodded, laughed, and didn't say anything.It seems that she doesn't find it funny.
Why don’t you watch the Pinghai Spring Festival Gala?I asked.This year, local Taiwan also learned to hold a Spring Festival Gala, and the folk art category accounted for a considerable proportion, and the Fengfeng Dance Troupe had several programs.
You want to see it?
Just watch it.
My mother moved to Pinghai Platform, but it turned out to be the idiot Guo Donglin.
There is nothing to do about this kind of thing.
Tsk, I can watch it even if I want to.She stretched her waist and legs, and finally put her feet in white cotton socks on the coffee table. She was sleepy and my mother was sleepy.
Having said that, my mother did not move.
I asked her if she could drink water, and she closed her eyes and nodded.
When I went to the kitchen to pour water, I suddenly realized that I still had a mobile hard drive in my pocket.
This made me nervous in an instant.
To be exact, it’s not nervous. I can’t say that feeling well.
When I returned to the living room, I asked my mother to go back to the room to fall asleep after drinking water.
She nodded, smiled again for a while, and said in a daze that I was in charge of her.
I took a sip with the water cup and almost burned my tongue.
My mother squinted for about ten minutes, and she said something indifferently, but I was sweating profusely by the boiling water.
And the slender neck and familiar face under the fluorescent light are not worth mentioning why, and I can't help but take a few glances.
There is not much business in the troupe today?I asked casually when a glass of water came to the bottom.
They are all charity performances. Mother heyed and sat up on the sofa and rubbed her eyes. No, mom has to wash and fall asleep.
But I thought of Niu Xiuqin's words for no reason, and wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
After washing up, I couldn't sleep in bed.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally got up and ran to the study and turned on the computer.
The things copied from hidden drives always make people feel heavy, like some treasures secretly stuffed under the pillow when they were young. They would never give up without touching them, although in physics they were just electronic data, candied haws stringed with 0 and 1.
After some research (not careful, I always feel that this thing is hot and has no way to get it), it can be basically confirmed that there are six first-level folders named with Arabic numerals 1 to 6 respectively.
The first folder is full of videos, about seven or eight; the second folder is also videos, with the number equivalent to the first one, all video files should be automatically named, with a date string at the end of the name; the third folder has three second-class folders named 1, 2, 3, and 1 is empty, and the other two are audio files; the fourth folder has many picture files, which are really many, and it is a bit difficult to read. It took a second or two before the progress bar reacted.
In addition, there is an empty folder, unnamed; the fifth folder is empty; the sixth folder has photos and documents. Click to see it, and it is all about contracts and other information.
This is all about hidden drive letters.
To be honest, those empty folders are unpleasant. I always feel that I have missed them, although the possibility is slim.
In addition, the audio format is relatively complicated, including msv, wav, rec, and the naming is also mixed. Those with dates and those without dates seem to be more casual.
I tried to click on one and listened, but there was only an inexplicable sizzling sound. It dragged a lot and there was no improvement. If it hadn't been on Niu Xiuqin's hard drive, I really thought it was the white noise made by Wang Fan and Yan Jun.
Another one was called, which was a man's voice, authentic Pinghai dialect, and I could almost imagine his big hand and his saliva was emitting.
However, reality did not allow me to think about it. The man's loud voice vibrated the speaker. I quickly paused the playback and plugged in my headphones.
I think it should be Chen Jianjun, who is talking about the Cultural City Exhibition Hall, most of which is mixed with ethanol.
But still, what does it have to do with me?
After turning off the Media player, I held the mouse, but didn't know what to do.
Everything was silent at night, except for the noise of the fans and the occasional illegal sound of firecrackers.
After a while, I opened the fourth folder. Although I didn’t know what was waiting for, you couldn’t ignore it.
Before that, I went to the bathroom to put water on it, and it was dark inside when I passed by my parents' bedroom.
As mentioned earlier, there are many pictures and files, just look at the limited content I clicked on. They are all photos. The protagonist is of course Chen Jianjun.
There is no need to be surprised, you need to be surprised if you are not him.
This former academic star can be said to be gentle and elegant in various colors of photos with different formats and sizes (mainly jpg, size, ranging from more than one hundred K to three or four M, and the highest pixel must be more than three million).
I didn't want to apply these two words to him, but even if I didn't wear a white shirt and even without the hard work of the cameraman, the white-faced scholar still burst into a fairy spirit between the light and shadow, either light or dark.
In addition to Chen Jianjun, there are several women who frequently appear in the photos.
Niu Xiuqin is one. Although she has relatively limited appearances, she is the only person I know in a strict sense.
This aunt is quite handsome. In a photo from the end of the century, she carelessly supported Chen Jianjun's shoulder with one hand, posing in a classic Mickey Mouse position. The persimmon tree behind her was yellow, dyeing the whole picture golden.
A wonderful moment.
There are a few pictures that seem to be Zhou Liyun, who is fatter than now. She holds a baby and snuggles with Chen Jianjun. The background is different (murals, West Lake White Dike, the ends of the world, etc.), but her expression is almost unchanged (smile, a very ethereal sense of happiness).
The other three women are not impressed by them. They are about 30 or 40 years old. I can’t say that they are all tall and have two beautiful appearances. Among them, the younger one looks quite like a host on Provincial TV.
However, a considerable number of photos are taken in public places, and they should be taken at events. The rest are indeed in private places, at home, hotels, campuses, tourist attractions or other places that are not famous. Some of them are even casually dressed (low-cut pajamas), and their behavior is too close (the face is very close), but there are no exact so-called nude photos.
I couldn't tell why, but suddenly I breathed a sigh of relief.
As if I had completed a task, I went to the kitchen to drink water and relax.
After thinking about it, I made a cup of coffee for myself, but I still poured it out and flipped the can of beer from the cabinet.
I sat in front of the computer again, and I didn't know what to do.
After wandering for a while, I decided to explore a few videos.
Yes, explore.
It is worth mentioning that unlike the audio format, almost all video files are AVI. Obviously, the video has undergone a secondary conversion after the video is collected. No wonder this aunt has installed a lot of tool software in the computer.
But to be honest, I basically know nothing about expensive emerging things like DV, and I can be said to be completely a white dick.
If you really want to have any impression, it seems that Zhu Wen from Nanjing went to Beijing to shoot a DV movie called "Seafood", followed by "Ren Xiaoyao", which Jia Zhangke had just won the grand prize in Cannes, which was also a complete DV work.
Next is Niu Xiuqin, the masterpieces with profound realistic examples. Although it is not difficult to imagine what motivated this aunt to do so, I still feel that everything in front of me was too exaggerated.
Yes, maybe there has never been such a bloody scene in the movie.
Just with the beer, I clicked on the first video in the first folder. The file name was mini-DV-dcr-pc7-20010909002. The moment I opened it, I found that the video had been roughly appreciated. The whole picture was lacquered and black, except for the red halo flashing in the upper left corner.
However, if you look closely, the black is also layered and outlined. The one who lies on the back on the right side of the camera must be a woman. It can be seen with a soft look. One leg poked out in the lower left corner naturally belongs to a certain man, most of which is the legs of a black bear.
This is all the information given by the camera within four or five minutes. Except for the occasional neurotic shaking black bear legs, the picture has no other changes.
Several times I thought that the leg would move, black bear grind its claws and started digging, but in fact nothing happened.
I just stared at it for ten minutes, and I couldn't hold on any of it, so I had to drag it back.
This delay took four or five times. It was not until halfway through the video that the screen really showed up, and the black bear really started to dig in.
I saw the black shadow kicking his legs and carefully rising to the side. The picture showed his side face and half of his upper body (small flat head).
After shaking his side face and half of his upper body (it seems to be wearing glasses), he fell into a static state again.
For about a minute or two, he suddenly leaned down and approached the woman on the bed.
Soon, after more than ten seconds, the guy straightened his waist again, twisted his body slightly, and reached over the camera.
He called Lao Niu.
Very light, but I still heard it.
Unfortunately, Lao Niu didn't hear it.
So he shouted again.
The old cow still didn't hear it.
The black shadow twisted over and hung his head for a moment.
Afterwards, he rushed towards his prey.
It's not a pounce, it's about getting out of bed, getting close to the woman's side, lifting something, slowly putting her head on the woman's chest.
The woman had no expression, but the black bear gasped and began to move her claws.
Maybe that warmth and softness is imaginable, but to me it is a shadow moving over another, and I even pray that women will wake up soon.
However, I am a luxury.
The black bear quickly focused on the lower body of the woman, with her face and hands. Perhaps he tried to turn the person over, of course, but failed.
During this period, the woman hummed twice, but still couldn't wake up.
Five or six minutes later, the black bear took a long breath and wiped his sweat. Then, he took off his pants.
Very ugly.
When he stood up, he stood up with his slightly bulging belly (must be fiddling with his vulgar lower body) and approached the woman again.
After a moment, he walked out of the camera, and a stinging sound, he was back.
He stood along the bed for half a minute, then leaned down and dragged the woman out.
The female legs were spread apart, and he half-squatted and straightened his hips. It was funny, but it didn't work.
So he spitted a little, spit a little more, and spit a little more, and evenly applied the parts that should be evenly applied. This time he pressed down directly.
The black shadow took a breath and froze for dozens of seconds. When I thought he had a heart attack, the picture started to move rhythmically.
At first it was stumbled, but later it was like fish in water.
The humming sound, the slight crackling sound, the slight humming sound was in a daze.
The woman's right leg shook in front of the camera, and a cool light was generated in the extreme darkness. Even I couldn't understand if this was an illusion.
In this storm, I suddenly realized that the ethereal song that was almost chanting the scriptures was actually Jacky Cheung's "Blessings", and the flashing breathing light showed a huge and deformed outline VIP on the white wall.
The storm did not last long (at most eight or seven minutes). After the black bear was still, it lay down on its prey for a while, and then there was nothing.
This video made me stunned for a while, hesitating whether to get beer again.
Or it’s good to have some old white jobs on my father.
As a result, the right hand took the initiative to open another video.
This time I subconsciously looked for it from the back. The file name was mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20020915007, and the beginning was dark again, but it was not as dark as the previous video, and the pixels were obviously much higher, not one million, and there were seven or eight hundred thousand.
However, the black line is still there, and this time it cuts straight down in the middle of the picture, as responsive as a storyboard in Japanese comics.
Half a table, single bed, windows, radiators, white walls.
The blue curtains, hazy light came in, and a thin layer was sprinkled in the middle of the single bed.
Look at the decoration, it is obviously a hotel, and it is a standard room for many people, so the smell of a bathhouse suddenly comes from the scene.
But the people on the bed couldn't seem to smell it. The soft limbs must be a woman, and I could even see her long hair scattered between the pillows.
There is a kind of noise, buzzing, like a roar of insects.
Occasionally there are subtle footsteps, even accompanied by a thud. According to my estimate, it is the credit of the voice-controlled lights in the corridor.
The sound of car horns sounded outside the window from time to time. I can’t say it’s loud, it will definitely not help sleep.
The woman seemed to be really asleep, and to be honest, she couldn't help but feel sweat for her.
With the experience from last time, I can't wait stupidly.
After dragging it back several times, the picture finally changed.
And the changes are a bit big, the lens is hanging diagonally, and the windows and bed are crooked.
The photosensitive and saturation are different. How to say it, the picture becomes harder and sharper.
But soon I didn't care about this much and was completely attracted by the arc in the middle of the picture.
Of course, it was the woman's back, like a plump pear on the side, easily spreading a round and vivid curve in the darkness.
But there was another person behind her, and it was vaguely visible that she was wearing a white shirt on her upper body, and he was also lying on his side, pressing against the woman from head to toe.
Just one look, I felt a disgust.
This guy is humming, like a pig, his crotch is still shaking like an epilepsy, his right arm cannot see it, and his left arm seems to be climbing on a woman's crotch.
The snake-like black shadow was like a scar on the arc. What was terrible is that the scar was still squirming restlessly.
Only then did I notice the woman's suppressed gasp, and like sobs, the fine airflow was gathered together. It would only be swallowed or vomited out when it could not bear it, accompanied by a low murmur in her throat.
And her left hand slid across her waist and placed it behind her, where it was the center of all the shaking.
I suddenly realized what the woman was doing, and I felt annoyed and angry.
I was so angry that I dragged the video forward.
The two of them had basically not changed, but the white shirt was talking, he pulled the woman's left arm, and a light flashed from time to time on his wrist, and a low voice was also accompanied by a hey smile: ...You touched it... I can't stand it... The woman tsk and shook it away. Of course, a light flashed across the picture.
White shirt sighed, raised his right arm to the side, stretched his left arm forward for a while, and finally said: Use your hands?Just use your hands.
These words are clear and neat.
The woman had no indication (at least I couldn't see it). The white shirt pinched the arc with her left hand a few times, and then grabbed the woman's arm.
The light flashed again.
The woman shouldn't have struggled this time because the white shirt lay down comfortably again.
For about a half minute, the woman's arms began to tremble unconsciously.
So the pig snorted, and his left arm climbed up to the woman's crotch, wandering down like a snake.
The woman trembled and then said something.
The white shirt didn't care, he pressed against the woman's head and took a deep breath: What are you afraid of?
As he said this, he turned his face towards the camera.
I think it's Chen Jianjun. Maybe it's not just a judgment based on the motivation for video shooting.
The shaking lasted for a long time.
During this period, someone called the door and shouted the voice-controlled light.
She said: Lamp!What a thing!
I can't say anything like Tianjin dialect or Langfang accent.
The lamp made the two stop. The woman seemed to want to let go, but the white shirt tightened. He said something, and then murmured twice. The woman raised her head and moaned softly, with a silk trembling voice.
I couldn't help but take a sip of the empty beer can and drink nothing.
And I don't know when the shaking is continuing.
After about a minute, the woman suddenly raised her neck backwards (the hair flew and fell down again), then she bounced her legs and said No (maybe, it's similar anyway). She half-supported her body with her right hand, and Zuo Yu quickly pulled her from behind, covering her mouth (probably).
Almost at the same time, with a slight whimper, her slender waist twisted, and then her round butt arched backwards.
Then the woman fell back to the bed.
The white shirt pulled out his hand, panting like a cow.
The woman was not much better, and her breathing lasted for a long time, even with a few muffled endings.
I can't tell why, I find myself as hard as iron.
The breathing made the night quieter.
The darkness turned into a hazy grayish white against the backdrop of the black lines.
For a while, the white shirt gently rubbed the woman's neck with her head on her side, but the latter did not move.
Later he patted the arc, his paws wandered upwards, and at the same time he said something in the woman's ear.
The woman elbowed to the back, and accordingly, he screamed, a little exaggerated.
True (and not) fake.
He waved his head.
Then, the white shirt bent his body slightly and groped on the woman's big sag for a while. After a few protests, he seemed to spread his hips and thrust his hips.
... Go in and do it... He said, it means a bit hippie and smiley.The woman disagreed and wanted to get up, but was held down by her white shirt.Then there was a silent struggle.It is conceivable that women cannot get up and men cannot get in.The light that occasionally brightens outside the window brings an inexplicable sense of drama to the picture.If you move around again, the old cow should wake up!The sound suddenly increased a little, and even I was shocked.The woman looked at the camera with her face, then turned her head and said nothing.After a few seconds, she sighed.With the sound of the bed, the white shirt tossed and it took him a long time to scream in exaggeration.Oh my god.He said.It was at this moment that a sound came from behind the camera.Another sound.The picture is completely still.The harsh nasal sound is long and whispered, smash your mouth.After a while, the owner of the DV snored again.Yes, and it wasn't until then that I realized that this aunt had been snoring and was snoring from the beginning. The snoring sound was the most basic component of the video, just like the Big Bang radiation background of our universe, and it was usually ignored by humans.Well, the white shirt moved as she wished.His left leg seemed to be inserted between the woman's legs, and his thin buttocks were shaking like a polio patient.The claws initially grabbed the woman's arm, but later they looked forward and probably held the breasts.The woman's butt was extremely thick, and a sound came quickly under the impact.The white shirt seemed very excited, so he simply started to speed up.It was fine to do it gently. Once you move quickly, the bed would squeak, and the mouse would scream, which was very harsh.Of course women have to protest.After trying this a few times, the white shirt finally breathed a long breath. He said: What kind of rag is this...why, let's go down?
At this moment, someone twisted the door and then knocked it again.When is it still not sleeping?He shouted, his voice muffled.
I was stunned for a moment and then I realized that the sound came from outside the headphones.Like a conditioned reflex, I immediately turned off the video and took off my headphones.The two people in the picture disappeared like a comic strip that they flipped when they were young.
I don't know when you're back.The study door was locked, although I rarely did this.
I've come back a long time ago and I've been peeing.My father burped and rubbed against the door.As he said this, he twisted the door handle again.
Haven't drunk too much, hurry up and take a shower and go to bed.Of course I had no intention of opening the door for him.Maybe it did before, but not today.
As for why, I can't say it well.But my father didn't seem to have the awareness of leaving either.I felt that I could smell the wine on him through the door.
What more, mom, when will your father drink too much?
oh.
I thought about saying something complimented, but I couldn't say it.
He knocked on the table with his left hand and slided the mouse with his right hand and dragged it down casually.
It should be the fourth folder that has been browsed halfway. As mentioned earlier, there are so many files.
Every now and then, I clicked and glanced.
This aunt is really a collector.
My mom has gone to bed early, so you can take a shower and go to bed soon.
Yes, my father still rubs against the door, and I fell asleep...
However, before my father finished speaking, I saw my mother in the picture browser.
Chen Jianjun presented her with an award, with a red banner posted on the background of the Quyi Gala.
My mother was wearing a white suit skirt, customized by Lu's family in Pinghai. I still remember it fresh. At that time, I always felt that she dressed so much like the military singers on TV.
Chen Jianjun was wearing a Zhongshan outfit, and he had to admit that he was straight and elegant.
The trophy is made of glass. It was placed in the study for a while and then placed in the window of the troupe's office.
Under the light, my mother's smile is as pure as a trophy and as enthusiastic as a banner.
That was my mother who had resigned for more than a month and had a high ambition.
I have vaguely seen this photo, but it seems that there is no such thing as Chen Jianjun anyway.
Continue to drag down, backstage, flower basket, I wish the Fengwu Opera Troupe a complete success in its first commercial performance. A group photo of five or six people was undoubtedly Chen Jianjun in the middle, with his mother standing next to an old man, and Xiao Zheng on his right.
This happened on October 1, 2001, and it was on Pinghai News that day.
Sure enough, there are more photos next, including about ten people, three people, four people, two people, stage, backstage, in front of the Red Star Theater, at the dining table, offering flowers, toasts, clinking glasses, and drinking.
Reason tells me that this is normal and nothing.
A trace of inexplicable irritability arose but stubbornly, and it can't be removed.
I think it might be thirsty.
A can of Qingdao pure child is enough to calm me down.
Before opening the door to get the wine, I pulled the progress bar and dragged it down a lot.
Random is a fun thing.
But I am not a gambler. I just like to be lazy and prefer to be easy and hope everything is well.
In order to show my sloppy mentality, I even stood up and half-bowed to open a photo.
When this piece of thing with four or five million pixels spread out in front of my eyes, I sniffed.
Glass, marble columns, striped solid wood floors, red-brown curtains, pure white European leather sofa.
The camera comes from top to bottom, with the protagonist right in front of the sofa.
One is Chen Jianjun, who is naked except for glasses, watch and a pair of short gray stockings on his feet.
He pulled a white shirt to cover his lower body, stunned, but unfortunately, because of the fabric or light, a black shadow appeared faintly between his crotch; the other shrank into a ball on the sofa, half of his breasts exposed on the left, his knees were bent, and his thighs were dazzlingly white.
The face that raised up from my long hair is unlikely to be more familiar to me.
It's just that kind of expression I've never seen before.
In a trance, my father seemed to walk over again, and he knocked on the door loudly.As for what I said, I couldn't hear clearly.
PS：
First, have more tacit understanding.
Second, it is a long time, so add some knowledge: the mini-DV video tape at the beginning of the century, after video acquisition, the content of an hour of content converted to MP2 is about 13G, and the acquisition card has a very high requirement for the computer's hardware.
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