I was called out by my father in the morning.
He pounded the door so loudly that he started talking.
So I got up.
The moment she rushes to the bathroom with her bladder, her mother just came out of the kitchen, with a white sweater, a red apron, and her right wrist was fucking with foil.
It was really white. With just one glance, I quickly slid over my gaze.
She lowered her eyes and walked straight to the dining table without saying a word.
I didn't say exactly, I uttered a long tone, and the mouse was screaming, and I couldn't understand what it meant.
When I was released, I listened with my ears, but only the creaking sounds from my parents' bedrooms. It's hard to say that my father was doing something.
After squeezing out the toothpaste, the slight jingle in the kitchen slipped in through the crack of the door.
I rubbed my eyes in the mirror, wiped my face wet with my hands. After standing for a while, I finally opened the bathroom door casually.
Why haven't you started working yet?I leaned against the door and put on a casual position, while the toothbrush quickly pounded in my mouth.
My mother didn't say anything, maybe she didn't hear it.Originally, she was still half exposed, but in a flash, there was no shadow, and the steam rose in the kitchen.
I pounded my teeth silently for a while.My father showed his head and looked at me, smiled, and shrank back.Grandma was listening to the opera in the room, but she didn't know if she got up.
My mother flashed out again, lifted the lid of the pot and served the porridge, needless to say, millet porridge.Her lower body was still the brown cashmere long skirt, and the dark green texture was fully supported.
Not going to the theater troupe today?I glanced away and spit out my toothbrush while spitting out my mouth.I can guarantee that it is very casual.
My mother still didn't make any mistakes.
The apron strap swings gently behind the hips.
My father started to squeak again.
An unspeakable anger suddenly hit my chest like the steam from the kitchen. I returned to the bathroom and quickly pounded my teeth.
After washing her face, she almost ran into her mother. She was walking towards the dining table with two bowls of porridge, her steps were slight and brisk.
What food?I shook my hands suddenly and asked in a rough voice.
My mother didn't look back, but finally replied, and she said: Wear your clothes!
I looked myself up and down and then I realized that the crotch was a little bloated. Of course, the problem was not me, but this pair of slightly tight autumn pants.
Except for my mother, I don’t have the habit of wearing pajamas at home.
I couldn't help but blush. While I was hunching my back towards the bedroom, I shook my hand and still felt a little abrupt.
Just when I was changing clothes with the room, my father went out.
My mother asked him to drive there, and he said that it was not the same to drive and ride.
When he hit me by the door, he knocked on the door and shouted: It's rare!
I didn't understand what this meant. It was not until a few minutes later that the electronic clock in the living room called out eight o'clock that I realized how hardworking I was.
The breakfast was not millet porridge, but corn soup. I mixed some lotus vegetables and steamed two baskets of hot buns.
With just these two cages of buns, my mother had to get up at least 5:30.
She has always been like this, and it is useless for anyone to say anything. In her words, she is used to it.
When I was a teacher, except for holidays, my mother would choose a day without morning reading classes to get up in the middle of the night, whether she made dumplings or steamed noodles.
The deepest thing I remember is that when I woke up early and peed, the dim lights in the kitchen were wrapped in the hazy water vapor window, like the eyes of some kind of biochemical beast.
Grandma was surprised at my early wake up. She kept saying several times, and finally said with a smile: I am not young anymore, I am also a family member. It would be unreasonable to sleep in like this.
Then, she talked about the old Huangguan, and who in the village got married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and what if it happened.
Of course I was speechless and had to turn a deaf ear.
But my mother said that these are all old feudalism. The thirteenth and fourteenth years have just developed and are growing up. It is not the time to get married. Besides, the times have changed. Nowadays, people are all children before the thirty.
However, even children cannot stay in bed every day.She glanced at me.
I nodded, buried my head and took a big sip of porridge, and after a while, I raised my head.I was wondering what to say.Look at grandma, look at mother, I asked why I steam buns now.
What else can I do? If you put the dumpling fillings again, it will be sour.My mother didn't even raise her eyes and was very cold.
I had no choice but to smile, picked up a lotus vegetable, and took another bite of the bun.
After the meal, I took the initiative to help clean up the dishes.In the kitchen, when my mother was about to wash dishes, I went up and said, "I'll come." She looked at me, hummed, and said: Drink less in the future.
Try to do as much as possible.I nodded quickly, although I was a little insincere.
Do whatever you want, don't behave like your dad. Mother flashed aside, took off her apron, and handed it over, yes.Her wrists were white, and her plump lips finally curled up.
It was at this moment that a Beijing-rhyme drum sounded in the living room, and my mother quickly walked out.
But I was a little clumsy and it took a lot of effort to wear an apron alone.
The other party was speaking Mandarin, at least her mother was speaking Mandarin. She said: Ah, why do you call me now if you have time?
With a chuckle.
I turned off the faucet and fucked the plate gently.
Just that.
Grandma should be in the living room, but she didn't turn on the TV.
My mother walked around the living room, turned around and pushed open the balcony glass door, and finally entered her room again.
The familiar voices sometimes disappear, sometimes near and sometimes far away, and finally lost their traces in a vague way.
I turned on the faucet, hoping that the squeaking sound of water could swallow the inexplicable irritability that suddenly jumped.
The third folder is full of audio, and the empty 1, 2 and 3 add up to a total of more than ten files.
The small ones are dozens of M, the large ones are three or two G, and everything is named, such as Arabic numerals, Chinese characters, pinyin, various symbols, and even punctuation. Niu Xiuqin is also willful.
In fact, I have listened to these things several times before. They are long and boring, and the sound quality is touching. Apart from speculating that they are related to Chen Jianjun, I don’t know anything else.
I just hope that everything will be recorded until Chen Jianjun, no matter what purpose they are for and in what way they are recorded.
However, I was very unsatisfied. When I sat in front of the computer, when the fluorescent light that was almost unrecognizable during the day was flashing and piercing into my eyes, my eyelids still jumped up involuntarily.
The snow outside the window was covered with no sign of stopping.
Just holding on to the hot tea, after hesitating, I clicked on one.
After listening to it almost completely, maybe it was an impatient or a lucky mentality. An indescribable emotion made me relax.
I kept moving, and I clicked two or three more times, which felt like I was smashing a golden egg for the opening promotion. After three times of speed, I finally started dragging and dragging again.
It's a great honor that in the large noise like a collage of experimental music, I picked out all the essences like watermelon seeds. Of course, just the part that I can hear clearly.
After all, these audios are nothing more than private conversations, business, party chats, and there is no old acquaintance except Chen Jianjun and Niu Xiuqin.
The sports center and basketball city cover an area of hundreds of acres, which is naturally a big deal. An earlier audio (when looking at the file name may be 2001) mentioned the application of Dayangou World Heritage and the development of the original forest. I didn't listen carefully to the hooks and circumcisions. In short, these, together with the Cultural Palace and the worship of the River God, may also include the revival of Pingju, which is an integral part of Chen Jianjun's ambitious and generous work in the open.
But it has nothing to do with me.
Next, in a nearly 300 megabytes of file named hngda0514, Chen Jianye made a grand debut again, as always, his voice was as crisp as a piece of butter cookie.
This guy is erotic and trolling. By comparison, Chen Jianjun, who is sharp-tongued, has become a shy girl.
But you can hear the laughter of the sick pig, and it is still so distinctively wrapped in a torrent.
The smell of body odor is indeed well-deserved.
There are also Li Junqi's father, namely the cannon and Brother Li mentioned by Chen Jianye, and the director Li and Hongqi mentioned by Chen Jianjun spoke soft Mandarin and kept shouting to play cards.
I don’t know why he wants to play cards, nor why Chen Jianye calls him cannon.
The title even caused a woman to be angry.
Chen Jianye’s reply was: Wang Shuxian doesn’t care, you’re up for justice, and if she wants to know, Brother Li has to kneel down to the washboard when he goes back.
Everyone laughed, in different shapes. Niu Xiuqin was like a rooster crowing, and a loud air stream spasmed in my ears.
Li Hongqi's reaction was like his soft voice. It took him a long time to smile shyly. To be honest, he was like a cotton strip hanging in the yard of an amenorrhea woman.
He said: Pull your cock and play cards!
The topics of the masters are all kinds, from the central ideology to the local political ecology, from the economic situation to strange stories, from celebrity gossip to yellow jokes, are all kinds of strange and all-encompassing.
If these saliva can gather into a huge wave, Chen Jianye will be the float of the wave, and he will be erected in the sound of the orioles.
As I said before, this guy is extremely comedic, and I can't imagine what kind of expression the black bear face would be when I say something.
For example, he mentioned the debauchery of a minister named Bo when he was in Liaoning two years ago, and said that the couple had their own things across the wall, and they were both 3P and I were 3P, and the wall was shattered. For example, he talked about a man named Zhao Dasong (sound), saying that he was on a business trip in Beijing some time ago, and Zhao Dasong was stinging his ass and sucking his fingers.
Grandma!
He laughed so hard that he almost broke his breath.
A woman said that the atmosphere at the emperor's feet might be different. Director Chen slapped Niu Xiuqin on the thigh (I guess yes), saying that the dick is the same everywhere, what does it mean to be a skewed? We are all the rest of the game.
Everyone laughed again.
A man asked, did Zhao Dasong divorce his wife?
Chen Jianye said he was unaware of this and said he had to ask Da Cannon.
Dapao said he might have left, and said he didn't know. Zhao Dasong only returned to 422 several times after being assigned to Pingyang, let alone being transferred to Beijing later.
The man asked again, Zhao Dasong’s wife, is it, her ex-wife, she is still teaching in college?
Chen Jianye said he knew that he was on a business trip to Pingyang in the 1990s. At that time, Zhao Dasong was still in the X County Public Security Bureau. He met his wife once, but never saw him again.
This grandson is afraid that his wife will run away with others again, so he dare not bring it out to meet others.
Everyone laughed, except for Chen Jianjun, he said: Don’t talk nonsense, just play cards.
As for the identities of all ladies, I can’t say that except Niu Xiuqin, they are all strangers.
The only thing I care about and feel relieved is that there is no mother in it.
After listening to a few audios, it was already past half past ten o'clock.
My mother called and said that she had brought the medicine to her grandma yesterday and put it wherever she was. She asked me to tell her to remember to take it at noon.
I was afraid that I would forget it then, so I ran out and took out the medicine.
Grandma was watching TV in the living room and asked me what I was doing in the house and not to be overwhelmed.
I said, learn, learn!
I'm just going to the computer, she glanced at me from the reading glasses, thinking I'm so confused!
You are not confused, but I am confused. When I arrived at the computer, I was shivering by the hot tea from Xinxu.
At that time, I had just put on my headphones and clicked on a file named Pingyang 1105M in 3.
The sound of solid and slow footsteps, the female voice hummed a little, a little familiar, but it was not sure what song it was.
The footsteps disappeared, and it rang again after a few seconds. It was still slow, but it became slight. The female voice took a deep breath and said: I am not lazy, I have not lost any exercise. The key is my physical condition. Ah, I can get fat even if I drink water!
Just talk nonsense, you have whatever you want in your figure, but you are not satisfied.My mother's voice was very clear, almost close to her ears.
I could even see coffee sucked in my lips and put into my throat, stirring up a long sigh.
Some ominous premonition made me put down my teacup and approach the computer.
After dragging and dragging, the mother in the dark scene last night was vivid in my mind again.
114 minutes later, it was almost the duration of a movie. Chen Jianjun got up and answered a phone call, speaking Mandarin, um, Ah Ah, and couldn't hear clearly what he said.
I glanced at the progress, and it was more than an hour before the end.
As soon as the sick pig was in AhAh, my mother let out a long breath, cleared her throat, and took two deep breaths in succession.
After a rustling sound, she smacked her lips.
There was another rustling sound, and I felt that my mother was about to get up and get out of bed.
But Chen Jianjun came back, and the impatient footsteps pounded his eardrums like a drum machine.
Everything happened, he sighed and smiled, "Ah, are you from Normal University?"
Ah.Very light.
I taught at Normal University.A creaking sound.
True or fake?
The sick pig started to laugh, it was so hard to hold it in.
In which year, I was 79th.Mother laughed too.
Hey, what does it mean, I am that youngest!
This time I laughed loudly and it took me a while to stop. After the student movement, in the early 1990s, when Normal University came to Beijing to ask for people, I didn’t want to stay in Beijing, so I simply went back.
Really Ah.
That's not, can you still fool?
Mother laughed softly.
Go back... No, it should be said that I will come back, it’s okay to come back. Xiaochun Lake and Liuyang Dike are no worse than Weiming Lake.
When we were in school, Xiaochun Lake was still a stinky ditch, and the Liuyang embankment was not called Liuyang embankment.
Erliu Chazi!
The two of them spoke in unison, followed by a loud laugh.I can't tell why, the soothing and surging cosine wave made me feel disappointed.
Alas, after a while, my mother stopped laughing and created a thudding sound. Then where did you graduate, a top student.
First there was Peking University, then Renmin University, where I studied economics, and that price that I passed the mark back then... and then I went back to Peking University?
Um.
Can't see Ah.
What does it mean to not be able to see!
The two laughed again.I felt a little over, so I leaned back to the back of the chair and drank a sip of tea.
Chen Jianjun said several times, which seemed to be an expression of emotion and a physiological phenomenon of poor breathing.
Mr. Wei has retired, right?After these unsatisfactory laughter, my mother cleared her throat and paused for a moment. When you go to Normal University.
No, no, Chen Jianjun seemed to be stunned. More than half a year later, he should have retired in the winter of 1990.
My mother didn't say anything.
At that time, many teachers and students protested, wrapped in military coats and were there...
tower.
Yes, within a few days, Principal Wei withdrew himself and everyone dispersed.
No one spoke for a long time.
When I was a freshman, Mr. Wei was in charge of the School of Humanities and had a good relationship with us.
Chen Jianjun had no sound.
Oh, his wife is from Pinghai.
Yeah?
Well, the Cultural Revolution passed away, and the mother sighed and had a daughter who committed suicide.
The sick pig is silent.
Last time I heard a classmate say that he...is still in Normal University?
It’s hard to say, this needs to be inquired, but in 1998, I came to Pinghai, Principal Wei lived in the staff building and occasionally took a walk on the embankment.Both of them were speechless.
This needs to be inquired.After a while, Chen Jianjun said again.
Look at me, I always talk about this.Mother smiled.
Chen Jianjun sighed very heavily. After pausing for a moment, his loud voice rose again: Hey, what is your lover doing, and he is also an alumnus of the Normal University?
My lover demobilized soldiers.
oh.
silence.It seems to be a bit unspeakable.
In the past, private teachers were fed pigs later!Mother laughed again.
It’s good to feed pigs, revitalize the economy, revitalize the economy!Chen Jianjun also laughed.
It's time, my mother seems to have stretched. It's getting late, oh
Half past eleven.
Well, there was a rustling sound, and my mother seemed to stand up. Oh, Director Niu is not coming back yet.As she said this, she suddenly exclaimed.
Alas, with lightning-like footsteps, the voice of the sick pig quickly approached, is that okay?
It's okay, it's okay.
My heart sank.
Why don't you sit down quickly?
It's okay, I'll sit for too long and my legs will be numb.
The sound of light footsteps rang out, gradually moving away.
The door opened and the steps stopped.
About three or two seconds later, my mother said vaguely.
The footsteps sounded again, as if they had been walking around for a while, for another three or two seconds, and a chuckle came: Secretary Chen is tired, why don’t we go to chat tomorrow?
For Chen Jianjun, this was a dozen seconds after he disappeared, and I couldn't catch any movement from him.
My mother's chuckled like a searchlight, pulling him out of the boundless darkness with a bang.
OK, OK, the footsteps and laughter sounded at the same time.I scratched my eardrums all the time, and then I will chat tomorrow, and I will disturb you... the little junior sister.
God knew how he came up with such a disgusting name, but when he said this, the sick pig stopped his stingy steps again.
What kind of girl is Ah? It’s almost the same as calling her apprentice.
My mother's voice was very light, as if she was blown away by the wind.
I could vaguely hear a sound of hoarseness, and it was hard to say whether it was from the sound system or something else.
Anything you can call it, anyway... we... have a lot of origin, just like the ups and downs in our impression, the sick pig laughed loudly, it was really windy, so... good night?
I couldn't hear my mother's voice.
Remember to urge Director Niu, Ah?It was midnight... After a while, another sentence came out from the headphones.
My mother said OK and closed the door.
The anti-theft chain sounded lightly, and finally made a clicking moan.
Then there was silence.
It took about ten seconds before the sound of footsteps sounded and gently wiped the ground.
After a few steps, my mother stopped again and let out a long breath. No, she took a deep breath, and there were three in a row.
The footsteps sounded again, getting closer and closer.
I could vaguely hear my mother's breath.
What a thud sound, the lingering sound made my eardrum numb.
Phone key tone.
The call sounded, and it was almost inaudible soon.
After a while, my mother smacked her lips and probably turned it again, but unfortunately no one answered.
After a while, she sighed, and at the same time something creaked.
With a rustling sound, my mother suddenly let out a sound, light and long, not a minute, but dozens of seconds.
Then there was silence, with the rustling sound of firecrackers outside the house.
It was hard to say how long it took, and there was another rustling sound. My mother muttered something, as if she was sitting up.
What a slut.
She said.
It is a resounding sound.
When I realized that she had been wandering around the house.
It's silence again.
About half a minute later, the footsteps sounded again, but this time it sank, like two iron hammers ramming the floor, and the frequency was getting faster and faster.
At the end of the storm, I captured my mother's heavy breathing. As the movement stopped, she let out a long sigh, followed by a big breath.
More than ten seconds later, the same trick repeated.
My mother made five groups.
I let my ears fill my heavy breathing, but I don’t know what to say.
As the progress bar approached the end, my heart was a little calmer.
When Niu Xiuqin came back, her mother was taking a shower.
After the door was opened, she asked Chen Jianjun when he left.
My mother said with sincerity, blaming her for not leaving a man in the house in the middle of the night.
Of course, Niu Xiuqin expressed her apology, saying that she didn't think so much, and said that Lao Chen was his own person.
Then, she asked her mother in surprise why she took a shower again and didn’t take a shower?
Without waiting for the answer, she said thoughtfully, with a long tone, and then a lewd smile.
He really wanted to slap her two big mouths.
My mother told her not to talk nonsense, and she should have a degree of jokes, and she didn’t do anything right in a day!
Niu Xiuqin's response was to continue Oh, keep laughing.
Then she whispered something.
Then, unexpectedly, my mother laughed.
The two of them were just hahaha, a little hysterical and dark.
After the long laughter finally stopped, my mother called out, "Oh my god, I was so angry."
Niu Xiuqin talked about her divorced classmate and said that she comforted her, and she was very happy now.
As she said this, she still had to laugh a lot.
At the same time, the clattering footsteps were getting closer and closer, as sharp as if steel nails were poking on the floor.
The last voice I heard came from Niu Xiuqin, who said: Fortunately, you haven’t finished drinking this coffee. I heard that there are too many things like this, aphrodisiac!
I was absent-minded in lunch, and I couldn't tell why. After a morning of brewing, my previous luck mentality turned into uneasy. The sticky feeling made me suspect that I had rhinitis.
Although rationally speaking, worrying about meaningless things have happened, and one or even a few recordings can't change anything.
But no, the sticky clouds covered the sky and made me breathless.
Before going to work in the morning, my mother's body had another strange smell. The slightly bitter smell of grass could not be said to be unpleasant, but it made people dizzy.
Singing and dancing on TV, the rice steamed by my grandma was as glutinous as a paste. In order to prevent myself from spitting it out, I had to put down my chopsticks at the right time.
After a sudden filling of water, amid my grandma's scolding, I returned to the study room.
The audio with the file name 0826dengcun seems to have been opened before. As for whether you can hear anything, it's hard to say.
What surprised me was its volume - 1973M, and its duration - 482 minutes.
An ominous premonition immediately enveloped the whole body.
It’s hard to say what kind of mentality I flew on the progress bar several times, but I got nothing except the rustling noise.
And as you expected, in the beginning, there were only a slight sound of footsteps and a more subtle bang.
So I dragged it back a little longer.
In an instant, a huge rattle like a duck-crying sound filled the ear holes, and then the female's muffled groan came, and she screamed with the duck, one after another.
I felt my hair stand up.
If there is no omission, it will be nearly four hours later.
Chen Jianjun opened the door, invited his mother in, and then turned on the air conditioner, first in the living room, then in the bedroom. At one point, he stopped and shouted exaggeratedly: Look, a few steps away, peeling off!
As he said this, he raised his throat excitedly, and I felt my ears buzzing.
The mother did not respond.
In fact, in addition to a few faint footsteps, it was probably when Chen Jianjun pushed open the bedroom door and she trembled a few words from afar, as if she was using this to show her identity to me. She said: ...The house is idle and idle... I would like to ask my aunt, it would be great to rent it out.
Very Ah, I rented it to you!
Chen Jianjun turned on the air conditioner in a mess, laughing as if he was breaking a bell.
But he was not in a hurry to go out, but instead fumbled indoors like a donkey rolling.
It was not until his mother asked where the two were placed that he ran out and laughed while running: What's the hurry?
Not long after that, my mother's protest came to my ears, and she said: What are you doing? You are again!
Chen Jianjun seemed to mutter something, but it seemed that there was no such thing. There was a loud bang, but it was real.
Annoying?I could imagine my mother's frowning, but this time she was much smaller.
The sick pig is nothing more than sweet words, although I can't hear it clearly.And when you say these words, your dirty breath will undoubtedly wrap you up tightly.
The sound of messy footsteps.The creaking sound of the door.It's Dong again.
Are you annoyed?Mother seemed to grit her teeth.pant.
After hitting Pingyang, you ignored me again. Well, what do you want to do?
I shouldn't have come with you.
I didn't come here by myself, with a crisp sound, and I didn't tie you up with a rope.The sick pig is very proud, hehe.
release.
Move the steps.
release!
What's wrong?
The sound of high heels knocking on the ground paused for a moment and sounded again.Alas, it's really gone!Chen Jianjun strode and jumped and jumped.A person crossing a Trojan horse appeared in my mind.
So soon, the sound of the high heels knocking on the ground stopped.Mother smacked her lips.
What's wrong?Chen Jianjun's voice was very soft.
I came here by myself, don’t I run away by myself?
I don't understand what this means.
In fact, since I was a child, I have never heard my mother speak in this tone.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting, and my mind was blank for a long time.
However, the sick pig's panting was still like a loach, and even the friction sound of the clothes was clearly visible.
Slut!His voice was a little trembling, and there was a loud bang, and I wouldn't accept you if I don't believe it!
My mother's response was a soft hum, almost inaudible, but I still heard it.
There was also the intermittent breath, desperately suppressing it, but it was trembling quietly like the tone of a sick pig.
Then the footsteps moved again, and the sound of high heels knocking on the ground sounded again, tossing and turning, breaking.
A sticky sound was blooming in the rustling sound, warm and close, accompanied by a few muffled groans from the woman, mixed with the two of them shaking from time to time to time.
I don't know what's going on outside, and I don't know why it's so long in just a few minutes.
Finally, the mother said: OK!
Her voice trembled, thin and high.
The sick pig smiled and called Fenglan.A creaking sound.
No, take a shower first.
How good is this smell, smell it.
Tsk, no disgusting people.
I just like... The sick pig's voice is getting lower and lower.
abnormal.
Who are you talking about? Chen Jianjun laughed and see how I deal with you!
Mother let out a soft cry, followed by a string of indescribable laughter.I glanced at the hazy snow outside the window and leaned back on the back of the chair.
Chen Jianjun's exaggerated kissing, rubbing, and jingling the belt buckle.My mother snorted, and the sound was gone again.After a while, she said: Don't be here.
Chen Jianjun whistled, maybe it was just a long and unique breath, the belt buckle was jingling, oh,
He said that his back hurts these two days.
Mother cut it and then let out another soft cry.Then, with the sound of footsteps, the sick pig started singing: The clear water comes to the blue sky, Xiaoqin, I washed my laundry to the river...
I can imagine the look of Chen Jianjun's body bounced up when he threw his mother on the bed. This humiliation was as blurred in the past few days, but now it suddenly became clear and stinging.
The hot air flow that gushed out of the mother's mouth, placed in this season and outdoors, will quickly turn into a fog of ice.
So they hang in the surrounding air, in front of their eyes, surrounding you, and covering the sky and the sun.
I hope my grandma can call me, or Wang Weichao calls me to fish, catch hares, or even pound billiards, or drink, it's fine, but nothing, the sound of Chen Jianjun's closing door.
You can't run away.
He said.
A few seconds later, there was a click, near my ear.
The joyful violin, followed by the tambourine, the extremely familiar melody.
The sudden loud noise was deafening.
Chen Jianjun seemed to say a word.
Immediately afterwards, a child sang: Where is spring, where is spring...
Chen Jianjun said: Sun.
Said shyly, I was also shocked.During the above process, my mother just breathed a long sigh, and when the music sounded, it was precisely a childish voice, she suddenly laughed.Lightweight but wanton.
Chen Jianjun also laughed.In the silence after turning off the record player, he laughed and rummaged through the cabinets. After a moment, another day was heard.
Then he said: Let you laugh!
I thought that the crescendo, repetitive melody would sound again, and even when the sick pig pretended to be fierce and ruthless, I still thought so.
However, it was not. This guy seemed to have forgotten the record player behind him and couldn't wait to take out his dirty and ugly old tricks.
The woman's clothes were stripped off one by one.
Exaggerated breathing, licking, and occasionally crisp slapping sounds.
At first, my mother smacked her lips a few times, but then she only had heavy breathing. Until the sick pig started to hum, she called "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay,
dirty.She said.
What's dirty? I don't think it's dirty.
I think it's dirty.
Not that I haven't licked it.The sick pig laughed.
It was above and below again, disgusting... My mother muttered softly, "Also, either hurry up or take a shower, and she's covered in sticky clothes."Her second half is Mandarin.
So the sick pig gave up.But later his mother asked to wear a condom, and Chen Jianjun said he had no condom.He turned the bedside table so loudly that he said:
Now that you are in the ring, it is another safe period, what are you afraid of?The mother seemed to disagree, but the sick pig forced himself to pounce on him.It's going outside for a while, and it's going outside for a while.He said hurriedly.
My mother did not respond, and she could not even hear her voice for a while.
I rubbed my eyes, and the colorful lines like spider silk in the player were still churning up and down in front of me. When I touched a certain piece, it bounced away like a loach.
It's hard to say how long it took, a rhythmic swaying sound came to my ears.
Chen Jianjun sucked in anger and laughed, similar to the sound of chewing bones.
The mother let out her first moan.
There was a rustling sound, and Chen Jianjun said: Fenglan Ah.
He shouted one after another, low and weird, reminding me of the scene when the pile driver shouted slogans when he was building a bridge at the west end of the fifth-grade village in elementary school.
This is a crappy analogy, but it seems like some magic was used. Soon, my mother's moans flowed down like a broken river.
The humming sounded and snorted, as if responding to the strange scream of the sick pig.
After doing this for a while, the pace suddenly slowed down. Chen Jianjun panted and said: Look at your shorts.
Mother smacked her lips.
What's wet, you smell it.
Don't disgust Ah.
Say, is it sexy?The sick pig started to laugh.
Get out of you.
Is it sexy or not!He gritted his teeth, as if he was trying hard to eat.
With the crisp sound of the bang, the spring creaked and the mother let out a soft cry.
Is it sexy or not!
Another sound.
Is it sexy or not!
Chen Jianjun repeated the word like a psychopath, while his mother hummed one after another.
Every sound was so surprised, as if it was squeezed out, but every sound was so natural, as smooth as liquid.
I didn't know what to do, so I could only suck my nose.
About two or three strokes, Chen Jianjun stopped and whispered: Hold me tightly.
I don’t know if my mother hugged him tightly, but I only know that the regular swaying sounds sounded again.
There was also a wet sound that lasted for a while, mixed with my mother's breathing and humming.
I could even guess the fine and hot texture between my mouth and tongue.
The unspeakable nothingness suddenly poured down, causing my hot brain to cool down quickly.
I don't understand why Bai Ji was hiding here and listening to this shit.
When I opened my eyes, the snow outside the window was as dazzling as it came from an alien spacecraft, or perhaps it was from the uterus.
What awakened me was Chen Jianjun.He shouted and said: You, I didn't see Lao Deng's face.
My mother didn't say anything.
Not to mention, Zheng Xiangdong Ah is a good player in exhibitions!
What do you think?
What do I think?Chen Jianjun's voice suddenly increased a little, and then poured down. I thought...
What should the sick pig say? It collapsed word by word, but was drowned in the sudden slap and moans.
My mother's voice trembled and became brighter and brighter.
However, after a while, Chen Jianjun stopped again.
Is it thirsty?
He asked.
Without letting his mother answer, he moaned and got out of bed.
Before this, I didn’t forget to slap it in the face,... fat and round!
He smiled.
Not to make a fool of yourself.My mother seemed to have just reacted.
Chen Jianjun smiled and walked out.
My mother's breathing was shattered and scattered.She sighed and seemed to have turned around and no longer moved.
It took Chen Jianjun a minute or two to return to the recording site.
He said: Come on!
My mother didn't refuse.
After clinking the glasses, Chen Jianjun drank them all in one go, and his mother split twice.
After putting down the wine glass, Chen Jianjun patted his belly: Forgot to say the toast.
Who is the day?
Come!
Then what?
Chen Jianjun did not answer.
Soon, with a creak, my mother said: What are you doing?
Are you fat?I discovered it just now.
What are you talking about?
Chen Jianjun smiled again.
Their aura is getting closer and closer.
Alas, the sick pig is dragging his tone, as gentle as a waiter in a martial arts movie, OK
The friction sound, at the same time, was deafening.
Are you annoyed?My mother's voice seemed to be above her head.
Chen Jianjun's answer was a breathing sound.
My mother just screamed and said, "What did she do, but she lost her voice, and something was pounding in her ears."
But she failed to stop Chen Jianjun.
The sick pig hummed, sucking, like a toothless old lady eating noodles.
It's a juicy and plump sound.
The moment I realized what he was doing, the summer night many years ago was like a sudden eruption of magma, which was bright in my heart.
I glanced at the snow outside the window again, and I suddenly shivered, but at some point, my forehead was covered with a layer of sweat.
Chen Jianjun was smiling at me, his knife-carved nasolabial folds were bottomless.
It was like a sleeping patient recovering from his heart, and the scar on his left palm jumped unexpectedly.
My mother's hum seemed to fall from the sky, soothing and trembling, as if grains of mercury were clearly rolling through her brain stem.
The knocking sound disappeared without a trace, and instead it was a kind of rubbing sound, moaning, and becoming more and more cheerful.
I don’t know how long it took, but as my mother’s moan became louder and louder, Chen Jianjun stood up.
He laughed and gasped.
The mother's voice also came to an abrupt end. She seemed to have moved her body and tried her best to suppress her scattered breathing.
Neither of them spoke.
About ten seconds later, Chen Jianjun took a deep breath and asked: How is it, are you happy?
The answer to him was a mother's hum.
Immediately afterwards, a subtle but rhythmic vibration came from my ears.
I wiped my sweat, and my mouth was a little dry.
Alas, my son is about to start school?After a while, the sick pig asked.
The mother did not answer.Maybe why, even her breathing was vague.
Fenglan?
My mother still didn't answer.
Chen Jianjun was shameless and began to talk to himself: Your son Ah is so successful and promising. I will tell you that if you hand in the math paper, you can’t take the English exam directly!Huh!
My mother finally snorted again.
Chen Jianjun muttered something.
After a long time, with a thud, he cursed.
Then I heard the huge duck screaming.
QQ, loud and cracked.No, it is more like the weaving sound of an old-fashioned loom than a duck, which is strange and old, as if it will fall apart in the next second, but it is still continuous.
What is also continuous is my mother's humming.But I can't tell when it sounded.There was also the heavy breathing, which made one round after another, hot and messy.
Are you happy, Fenglan?The sick pig started to scream.
My mother didn't answer, just hum.
Um?Are you happy?
What hit the wall, louder and louder. I even heard the sound from my private parts. It was at this moment that my mother spoke and she said: Hurry up.
I thought it was my illusion, but the sick pig responded immediately.hurry up?He shouted excitedly, like a monkey, are you happy, slut?
All this is too exaggerated.And no matter whether you open your eyes and close your eyes, there will be a picture slide into my mind like a slide.
The trembling white flesh and a blushing face, and a string of spells flowed down from the lightly opened lips.
My mother's moans became rapid and sharp. In the middle, she said in a sharper voice: Hurry up, hurry up, come...
The sick pig hummed and screamed, as if he had lost his language ability.
He gasped and whirred, and there must be an old electrical radiator in his lungs.
Finally, he called Fenglan.
At this time, my mother only had a short inhalation sound. Something was rolling in her throat, but it seemed that she could no longer spit them out.
With a few sounds of earth shaking, dongdong
Chen Jianjun howled.After that, the world became quiet.Three seconds of deafness.
The sound was like overwhelming volcanic ash. Chen Jianjun hummed, laughed and gasped, his mother's breathing, and his vocal cords were still shaking gently.
I glanced at the progress bar, and there were nearly three hours left.
My mother quickly jumped down and entered the bathroom, saying nothing except smacking her lips.
Chen Jianjun smiled foolishly and rolled onto the bed, saying: Oh my god.
There was a faint sound of water.
The sick pig screamed Fenglan several times and finally asked him if he was awesome.
Of course, no response.
So, after a while, he followed in.
The sound in the bathroom was rumbling, loud but noisy, and I couldn't hear clearly what I was saying.
To be precise, I couldn't hear what Chen Jianjun said at all, because my mother disappeared and lost her trace on the sound waves.
But you can hear the laughter of the sick pig clearly, it is rumbled, intermittent, as huge as a shadow.
In less than two minutes, my mother came out.
Ruddy.
Chen Jianjun was still laughing and even sang "Little Sour Date".
This idiot.
When Chen Jianjun came out, his mother put on her farm clothes and entered the living room.
He joked: Leave some for me, don’t finish it alone!
As he said this, this guy laughed again.
What a pleasant person this is.
I moved my butt, hesitating whether to go out and urinate.
Before this idea was put into practice, the two people in their ears had already started their meals. I wonder if it was the same as last time, it was still Yunnan cuisine.
But there must be red wine. Chen Jianjun wanted to clink glasses, but his mother didn't, so she started drinking it on her own.
It is worth mentioning that at this moment, in the headphones and in the recording, Chen Jianjun was naked.
My mother asked him to dress, and he smiled obscenely and said: Let's do it again later!
My mother didn't say anything about this. I don't know if she doesn't care or if she really can't help it.
Wish him blessing, he really wants to kill this idiot.
At least in my experience, Chen Jianjun is a talkative person. After ejaculation, he became a chatterbox.
In just a few minutes, the sick pig said the host sometimes, let his mother eat this and try that, beets are good, pectin, vitamin B, weight loss!
Finally, my mother said: If you eat yours, don’t pick up food for me.
What's wrong?
I have a habit of making a fuss.
After a while, no one spoke, and the chewing sound became particularly strange.
I haven't asked yet, my mother suddenly broke the silence. What's going on with your back?
That is, you, it would have been a question if someone else had asked.The sick pig's tone was cold.
How many others are there?That's all I said.He immediately smiled.
My mother didn't say anything, as if she had taken a sip of wine.
I am a person with a high vision, and there is no one who can catch my eyes on me except you.
Mother has no voice.
Still jealous?
Tsk.
OK, just kidding, what are you looking at? I want to eat my Ah?
My mother took another sip of wine and gurgled.
This scar on his back was left when he was in Yunnan. Chen Jianjun smiled, "Oh, let's do some more?"
I couldn't hear my mother's voice.
Don’t smile, be good.
The answer to him is the sound of chewing, it is so crispy.
You said, what is my relationship with you?After a long time, my mother sighed suddenly.
Chen Jianjun said for a while, and he laughed and said: Whatever you say is, what is our relationship.
silence.
Stop eating?
Do you eat it, why not?
The sound of chewing sounded again.
Chen Jianjun drank a glass of wine like a pig.
These subtle or loud sounds are suspended on the surface of the sound waves, light and fluttering, as if they are about to leave outer space at any time.
Chen Jianjun waved his arms and pulled them down.
He tried to talk about how old rubber farmers cut rubber in the past, how small operas were amazing in some places, and how the application of tenant farmers' theory in daily life. Unfortunately, except for occasionally humming, his mother didn't say a word.
One plan failed, another plan was created. Chen Jianjun began to tell jokes, an old Soviet joke. When he talked about Brezhnev's dog, his mother spoke and asked if she needed to wash the bowl.
Chen Jianjun smiled and said, "Why can you help me with Ms.
So the mother stood up.
The clicking sound drew an arc, paused for a moment, and then ejected away. What's wrong?Chen Jianjun asked.
Something is wrong.
Is it okay if I said the wrong thing?The creaking sound of the chair.
The click sound rang again.
Alas, Chen Jianjun chased after him. Next time I wear a condom, it’s my fault.
It's really a problem.
What's wrong? What's wrong? You can point it out.
I have eaten and played with people. What else do you want?
My mother suddenly shouted.
Then, she sighed and unscrewed the door.
In my impression, my mother rarely makes a fuss with others. It is more disdainful than having a frank temper.
Fenglan, why are you always angry with me?
release.
I know, it’s me who makes you embarrassed. Chen Jianjun sighed, his voice was very light. You were forced, what burden did you have?
The creaking sound of the door.It seemed that a rush of wind came out of the sound wave and blew on my face.
Besides, the sick pig's tone is soaring. What's wrong with your Ah? How can there be a cat that doesn't steal fishy?
My mother didn't say anything, and seemed to smile for a while.It's as short as if you don't laugh.Afterwards, the security door creaked first, and then banged.
In the lingering sound, Chen Jianjun had only had time to call Fenglan.Then he took a while and then he ran into the bedroom.
Mom, cunt!He said.It can be said that Chen Jianjun is a person who wears clothes very quickly. In less than a minute, he ran out.Before closing the door, he didn't forget to have another day.
I was ready to open the security door again, and unfortunately, this did not happen.
At least the next 158 minutes were not enough to make a fuss after my repeated tossing.
After wiping sweat, I stood up and moved for two steps, walked to the window, and turned back.
I thought it was time to put some water, but I couldn't help but walk to the computer.
Right-click, sort method, modify time, increment.
Put on my headphones and I clicked on the first file.
...We don't talk about pomp and do extravagance... But the people know how much contributions made to Pinghai, especially to Pinghai, are known to the people, so it is necessary to make some preparations... Just show our daily work status and make every effort... This time, in addition to the hydropower station and Pingsteel Group, the Vice Premier x is the key to accepting our cultural achievements, our sports center, museum, our cultural market reform, and the top priority of our traditional culture... By the way, the old man has heard of the Fengwu Opera Troupe Ah...
Chen Jianjun was ups and downs, his loud voice seemed to be born with an echo.
He said it for more than half an hour, and there was constant applause during this period, and he had to force it down every time.
I don’t know if these leading cadres are really grateful to Lao X, or are they really happy with the fruits of their labor, or they are just listening to crosstalk for free or watching monkeys.
Chen Jianjun made arrangements for each department, including museums, cultural centers, libraries, sports centers, basketball city, Pinghai Daily...
The last one is the Fengwu Opera Troupe.
He said: The old man wants to listen to the opera, but he just wants to listen to our "Flower For Media New Editing"!
I was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so I dragged it back a few times.
For a moment, I firmly believed that this thing that was only about seventy minutes long could not make any mistakes.
However, as the meeting ended, Chen Jianjun kept his mother.
He said: Commander Zhang, Commander Zhang!
I couldn't hear my mother's voice, let alone what the sick pig said to her until the surroundings became completely quiet.
...Tell me about you, Chen Jianjun walked over and closed the door, and his voice became low when he came back. Why do you always hide from me?
If it's okay, I'll leave first?
You don’t need to hide from me, why are you hiding from me?Can I eat you?You can't go to the twenty-eight drama association gatherings, but why don't you go to the award presentation?
Light footsteps.Flat shoes.
Alas, something is wrong!Things about school!
Mother stopped.
There was only rustling sound, like snow.
Suddenly, Chen Jianjun's breathing penetrated into his ears.
I couldn't even hear his footsteps.
Mother snorted.
The sound of friction of clothing.
I subconsciously glanced at the file name-0403140061, and my internal organs sank.
open!Mother's voice was very low.
If you miss you, let me hug you.Inhaling sound.
Are you crazy about Chen Jianjun?The footsteps move, ...where?
I just hug you, I miss you so much... The sick pig seems to be about to die.
Chen Jianjun, am I shouting?
The answer to my mother was the rustling sound and the heavier gasps.Then the mother snorted clearly.
Can you still have some shame?
How can a sick pig be shameless?Even I want to laugh.
Let go, someone is here!How could someone come?Who is coming?The sick pig murmured to himself.
However, there was really a clattering sound of high heels, both slow and orderly.
Chen Jianjun let out a sigh that looked like a whistle.
Mother took a breath and walked a few steps forward.
The knock on the door came late, and it took a while to tick.
Secretary Chen?
Who is it if it’s not Niu Xiuqin?
Um.
Oh, Feng Lan is here too. When the door opened, the aunt laughed and said, "Let's go, Secretary Chen, Secretary Wang is urging you."
Mother Oh, let it go.Chen Jianjun said nothing, as if he had disappeared.
Oh, by the way, my bag is here again!
Amid Niu Xiuqin's exaggerated laughter, I confirmed the file name again.Unfortunately, it is indeed 0403140061.I sniffed, and then I realized that my butt was hurt when I put it on the corner of the table.
He pounded the door so loudly that he started talking.
So I got up.
The moment she rushes to the bathroom with her bladder, her mother just came out of the kitchen, with a white sweater, a red apron, and her right wrist was fucking with foil.
It was really white. With just one glance, I quickly slid over my gaze.
She lowered her eyes and walked straight to the dining table without saying a word.
I didn't say exactly, I uttered a long tone, and the mouse was screaming, and I couldn't understand what it meant.
When I was released, I listened with my ears, but only the creaking sounds from my parents' bedrooms. It's hard to say that my father was doing something.
After squeezing out the toothpaste, the slight jingle in the kitchen slipped in through the crack of the door.
I rubbed my eyes in the mirror, wiped my face wet with my hands. After standing for a while, I finally opened the bathroom door casually.
Why haven't you started working yet?I leaned against the door and put on a casual position, while the toothbrush quickly pounded in my mouth.
My mother didn't say anything, maybe she didn't hear it.Originally, she was still half exposed, but in a flash, there was no shadow, and the steam rose in the kitchen.
I pounded my teeth silently for a while.My father showed his head and looked at me, smiled, and shrank back.Grandma was listening to the opera in the room, but she didn't know if she got up.
My mother flashed out again, lifted the lid of the pot and served the porridge, needless to say, millet porridge.Her lower body was still the brown cashmere long skirt, and the dark green texture was fully supported.
Not going to the theater troupe today?I glanced away and spit out my toothbrush while spitting out my mouth.I can guarantee that it is very casual.
My mother still didn't make any mistakes.
The apron strap swings gently behind the hips.
My father started to squeak again.
An unspeakable anger suddenly hit my chest like the steam from the kitchen. I returned to the bathroom and quickly pounded my teeth.
After washing her face, she almost ran into her mother. She was walking towards the dining table with two bowls of porridge, her steps were slight and brisk.
What food?I shook my hands suddenly and asked in a rough voice.
My mother didn't look back, but finally replied, and she said: Wear your clothes!
I looked myself up and down and then I realized that the crotch was a little bloated. Of course, the problem was not me, but this pair of slightly tight autumn pants.
Except for my mother, I don’t have the habit of wearing pajamas at home.
I couldn't help but blush. While I was hunching my back towards the bedroom, I shook my hand and still felt a little abrupt.
Just when I was changing clothes with the room, my father went out.
My mother asked him to drive there, and he said that it was not the same to drive and ride.
When he hit me by the door, he knocked on the door and shouted: It's rare!
I didn't understand what this meant. It was not until a few minutes later that the electronic clock in the living room called out eight o'clock that I realized how hardworking I was.
The breakfast was not millet porridge, but corn soup. I mixed some lotus vegetables and steamed two baskets of hot buns.
With just these two cages of buns, my mother had to get up at least 5:30.
She has always been like this, and it is useless for anyone to say anything. In her words, she is used to it.
When I was a teacher, except for holidays, my mother would choose a day without morning reading classes to get up in the middle of the night, whether she made dumplings or steamed noodles.
The deepest thing I remember is that when I woke up early and peed, the dim lights in the kitchen were wrapped in the hazy water vapor window, like the eyes of some kind of biochemical beast.
Grandma was surprised at my early wake up. She kept saying several times, and finally said with a smile: I am not young anymore, I am also a family member. It would be unreasonable to sleep in like this.
Then, she talked about the old Huangguan, and who in the village got married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and what if it happened.
Of course I was speechless and had to turn a deaf ear.
But my mother said that these are all old feudalism. The thirteenth and fourteenth years have just developed and are growing up. It is not the time to get married. Besides, the times have changed. Nowadays, people are all children before the thirty.
However, even children cannot stay in bed every day.She glanced at me.
I nodded, buried my head and took a big sip of porridge, and after a while, I raised my head.I was wondering what to say.Look at grandma, look at mother, I asked why I steam buns now.
What else can I do? If you put the dumpling fillings again, it will be sour.My mother didn't even raise her eyes and was very cold.
I had no choice but to smile, picked up a lotus vegetable, and took another bite of the bun.
After the meal, I took the initiative to help clean up the dishes.In the kitchen, when my mother was about to wash dishes, I went up and said, "I'll come." She looked at me, hummed, and said: Drink less in the future.
Try to do as much as possible.I nodded quickly, although I was a little insincere.
Do whatever you want, don't behave like your dad. Mother flashed aside, took off her apron, and handed it over, yes.Her wrists were white, and her plump lips finally curled up.
It was at this moment that a Beijing-rhyme drum sounded in the living room, and my mother quickly walked out.
But I was a little clumsy and it took a lot of effort to wear an apron alone.
The other party was speaking Mandarin, at least her mother was speaking Mandarin. She said: Ah, why do you call me now if you have time?
With a chuckle.
I turned off the faucet and fucked the plate gently.
Just that.
Grandma should be in the living room, but she didn't turn on the TV.
My mother walked around the living room, turned around and pushed open the balcony glass door, and finally entered her room again.
The familiar voices sometimes disappear, sometimes near and sometimes far away, and finally lost their traces in a vague way.
I turned on the faucet, hoping that the squeaking sound of water could swallow the inexplicable irritability that suddenly jumped.
The third folder is full of audio, and the empty 1, 2 and 3 add up to a total of more than ten files.
The small ones are dozens of M, the large ones are three or two G, and everything is named, such as Arabic numerals, Chinese characters, pinyin, various symbols, and even punctuation. Niu Xiuqin is also willful.
In fact, I have listened to these things several times before. They are long and boring, and the sound quality is touching. Apart from speculating that they are related to Chen Jianjun, I don’t know anything else.
I just hope that everything will be recorded until Chen Jianjun, no matter what purpose they are for and in what way they are recorded.
However, I was very unsatisfied. When I sat in front of the computer, when the fluorescent light that was almost unrecognizable during the day was flashing and piercing into my eyes, my eyelids still jumped up involuntarily.
The snow outside the window was covered with no sign of stopping.
Just holding on to the hot tea, after hesitating, I clicked on one.
After listening to it almost completely, maybe it was an impatient or a lucky mentality. An indescribable emotion made me relax.
I kept moving, and I clicked two or three more times, which felt like I was smashing a golden egg for the opening promotion. After three times of speed, I finally started dragging and dragging again.
It's a great honor that in the large noise like a collage of experimental music, I picked out all the essences like watermelon seeds. Of course, just the part that I can hear clearly.
After all, these audios are nothing more than private conversations, business, party chats, and there is no old acquaintance except Chen Jianjun and Niu Xiuqin.
The sports center and basketball city cover an area of hundreds of acres, which is naturally a big deal. An earlier audio (when looking at the file name may be 2001) mentioned the application of Dayangou World Heritage and the development of the original forest. I didn't listen carefully to the hooks and circumcisions. In short, these, together with the Cultural Palace and the worship of the River God, may also include the revival of Pingju, which is an integral part of Chen Jianjun's ambitious and generous work in the open.
But it has nothing to do with me.
Next, in a nearly 300 megabytes of file named hngda0514, Chen Jianye made a grand debut again, as always, his voice was as crisp as a piece of butter cookie.
This guy is erotic and trolling. By comparison, Chen Jianjun, who is sharp-tongued, has become a shy girl.
But you can hear the laughter of the sick pig, and it is still so distinctively wrapped in a torrent.
The smell of body odor is indeed well-deserved.
There are also Li Junqi's father, namely the cannon and Brother Li mentioned by Chen Jianye, and the director Li and Hongqi mentioned by Chen Jianjun spoke soft Mandarin and kept shouting to play cards.
I don’t know why he wants to play cards, nor why Chen Jianye calls him cannon.
The title even caused a woman to be angry.
Chen Jianye’s reply was: Wang Shuxian doesn’t care, you’re up for justice, and if she wants to know, Brother Li has to kneel down to the washboard when he goes back.
Everyone laughed, in different shapes. Niu Xiuqin was like a rooster crowing, and a loud air stream spasmed in my ears.
Li Hongqi's reaction was like his soft voice. It took him a long time to smile shyly. To be honest, he was like a cotton strip hanging in the yard of an amenorrhea woman.
He said: Pull your cock and play cards!
The topics of the masters are all kinds, from the central ideology to the local political ecology, from the economic situation to strange stories, from celebrity gossip to yellow jokes, are all kinds of strange and all-encompassing.
If these saliva can gather into a huge wave, Chen Jianye will be the float of the wave, and he will be erected in the sound of the orioles.
As I said before, this guy is extremely comedic, and I can't imagine what kind of expression the black bear face would be when I say something.
For example, he mentioned the debauchery of a minister named Bo when he was in Liaoning two years ago, and said that the couple had their own things across the wall, and they were both 3P and I were 3P, and the wall was shattered. For example, he talked about a man named Zhao Dasong (sound), saying that he was on a business trip in Beijing some time ago, and Zhao Dasong was stinging his ass and sucking his fingers.
Grandma!
He laughed so hard that he almost broke his breath.
A woman said that the atmosphere at the emperor's feet might be different. Director Chen slapped Niu Xiuqin on the thigh (I guess yes), saying that the dick is the same everywhere, what does it mean to be a skewed? We are all the rest of the game.
Everyone laughed again.
A man asked, did Zhao Dasong divorce his wife?
Chen Jianye said he was unaware of this and said he had to ask Da Cannon.
Dapao said he might have left, and said he didn't know. Zhao Dasong only returned to 422 several times after being assigned to Pingyang, let alone being transferred to Beijing later.
The man asked again, Zhao Dasong’s wife, is it, her ex-wife, she is still teaching in college?
Chen Jianye said he knew that he was on a business trip to Pingyang in the 1990s. At that time, Zhao Dasong was still in the X County Public Security Bureau. He met his wife once, but never saw him again.
This grandson is afraid that his wife will run away with others again, so he dare not bring it out to meet others.
Everyone laughed, except for Chen Jianjun, he said: Don’t talk nonsense, just play cards.
As for the identities of all ladies, I can’t say that except Niu Xiuqin, they are all strangers.
The only thing I care about and feel relieved is that there is no mother in it.
After listening to a few audios, it was already past half past ten o'clock.
My mother called and said that she had brought the medicine to her grandma yesterday and put it wherever she was. She asked me to tell her to remember to take it at noon.
I was afraid that I would forget it then, so I ran out and took out the medicine.
Grandma was watching TV in the living room and asked me what I was doing in the house and not to be overwhelmed.
I said, learn, learn!
I'm just going to the computer, she glanced at me from the reading glasses, thinking I'm so confused!
You are not confused, but I am confused. When I arrived at the computer, I was shivering by the hot tea from Xinxu.
At that time, I had just put on my headphones and clicked on a file named Pingyang 1105M in 3.
The sound of solid and slow footsteps, the female voice hummed a little, a little familiar, but it was not sure what song it was.
The footsteps disappeared, and it rang again after a few seconds. It was still slow, but it became slight. The female voice took a deep breath and said: I am not lazy, I have not lost any exercise. The key is my physical condition. Ah, I can get fat even if I drink water!
Just talk nonsense, you have whatever you want in your figure, but you are not satisfied.My mother's voice was very clear, almost close to her ears.
I could even see coffee sucked in my lips and put into my throat, stirring up a long sigh.
Some ominous premonition made me put down my teacup and approach the computer.
After dragging and dragging, the mother in the dark scene last night was vivid in my mind again.
114 minutes later, it was almost the duration of a movie. Chen Jianjun got up and answered a phone call, speaking Mandarin, um, Ah Ah, and couldn't hear clearly what he said.
I glanced at the progress, and it was more than an hour before the end.
As soon as the sick pig was in AhAh, my mother let out a long breath, cleared her throat, and took two deep breaths in succession.
After a rustling sound, she smacked her lips.
There was another rustling sound, and I felt that my mother was about to get up and get out of bed.
But Chen Jianjun came back, and the impatient footsteps pounded his eardrums like a drum machine.
Everything happened, he sighed and smiled, "Ah, are you from Normal University?"
Ah.Very light.
I taught at Normal University.A creaking sound.
True or fake?
The sick pig started to laugh, it was so hard to hold it in.
In which year, I was 79th.Mother laughed too.
Hey, what does it mean, I am that youngest!
This time I laughed loudly and it took me a while to stop. After the student movement, in the early 1990s, when Normal University came to Beijing to ask for people, I didn’t want to stay in Beijing, so I simply went back.
Really Ah.
That's not, can you still fool?
Mother laughed softly.
Go back... No, it should be said that I will come back, it’s okay to come back. Xiaochun Lake and Liuyang Dike are no worse than Weiming Lake.
When we were in school, Xiaochun Lake was still a stinky ditch, and the Liuyang embankment was not called Liuyang embankment.
Erliu Chazi!
The two of them spoke in unison, followed by a loud laugh.I can't tell why, the soothing and surging cosine wave made me feel disappointed.
Alas, after a while, my mother stopped laughing and created a thudding sound. Then where did you graduate, a top student.
First there was Peking University, then Renmin University, where I studied economics, and that price that I passed the mark back then... and then I went back to Peking University?
Um.
Can't see Ah.
What does it mean to not be able to see!
The two laughed again.I felt a little over, so I leaned back to the back of the chair and drank a sip of tea.
Chen Jianjun said several times, which seemed to be an expression of emotion and a physiological phenomenon of poor breathing.
Mr. Wei has retired, right?After these unsatisfactory laughter, my mother cleared her throat and paused for a moment. When you go to Normal University.
No, no, Chen Jianjun seemed to be stunned. More than half a year later, he should have retired in the winter of 1990.
My mother didn't say anything.
At that time, many teachers and students protested, wrapped in military coats and were there...
tower.
Yes, within a few days, Principal Wei withdrew himself and everyone dispersed.
No one spoke for a long time.
When I was a freshman, Mr. Wei was in charge of the School of Humanities and had a good relationship with us.
Chen Jianjun had no sound.
Oh, his wife is from Pinghai.
Yeah?
Well, the Cultural Revolution passed away, and the mother sighed and had a daughter who committed suicide.
The sick pig is silent.
Last time I heard a classmate say that he...is still in Normal University?
It’s hard to say, this needs to be inquired, but in 1998, I came to Pinghai, Principal Wei lived in the staff building and occasionally took a walk on the embankment.Both of them were speechless.
This needs to be inquired.After a while, Chen Jianjun said again.
Look at me, I always talk about this.Mother smiled.
Chen Jianjun sighed very heavily. After pausing for a moment, his loud voice rose again: Hey, what is your lover doing, and he is also an alumnus of the Normal University?
My lover demobilized soldiers.
oh.
silence.It seems to be a bit unspeakable.
In the past, private teachers were fed pigs later!Mother laughed again.
It’s good to feed pigs, revitalize the economy, revitalize the economy!Chen Jianjun also laughed.
It's time, my mother seems to have stretched. It's getting late, oh
Half past eleven.
Well, there was a rustling sound, and my mother seemed to stand up. Oh, Director Niu is not coming back yet.As she said this, she suddenly exclaimed.
Alas, with lightning-like footsteps, the voice of the sick pig quickly approached, is that okay?
It's okay, it's okay.
My heart sank.
Why don't you sit down quickly?
It's okay, I'll sit for too long and my legs will be numb.
The sound of light footsteps rang out, gradually moving away.
The door opened and the steps stopped.
About three or two seconds later, my mother said vaguely.
The footsteps sounded again, as if they had been walking around for a while, for another three or two seconds, and a chuckle came: Secretary Chen is tired, why don’t we go to chat tomorrow?
For Chen Jianjun, this was a dozen seconds after he disappeared, and I couldn't catch any movement from him.
My mother's chuckled like a searchlight, pulling him out of the boundless darkness with a bang.
OK, OK, the footsteps and laughter sounded at the same time.I scratched my eardrums all the time, and then I will chat tomorrow, and I will disturb you... the little junior sister.
God knew how he came up with such a disgusting name, but when he said this, the sick pig stopped his stingy steps again.
What kind of girl is Ah? It’s almost the same as calling her apprentice.
My mother's voice was very light, as if she was blown away by the wind.
I could vaguely hear a sound of hoarseness, and it was hard to say whether it was from the sound system or something else.
Anything you can call it, anyway... we... have a lot of origin, just like the ups and downs in our impression, the sick pig laughed loudly, it was really windy, so... good night?
I couldn't hear my mother's voice.
Remember to urge Director Niu, Ah?It was midnight... After a while, another sentence came out from the headphones.
My mother said OK and closed the door.
The anti-theft chain sounded lightly, and finally made a clicking moan.
Then there was silence.
It took about ten seconds before the sound of footsteps sounded and gently wiped the ground.
After a few steps, my mother stopped again and let out a long breath. No, she took a deep breath, and there were three in a row.
The footsteps sounded again, getting closer and closer.
I could vaguely hear my mother's breath.
What a thud sound, the lingering sound made my eardrum numb.
Phone key tone.
The call sounded, and it was almost inaudible soon.
After a while, my mother smacked her lips and probably turned it again, but unfortunately no one answered.
After a while, she sighed, and at the same time something creaked.
With a rustling sound, my mother suddenly let out a sound, light and long, not a minute, but dozens of seconds.
Then there was silence, with the rustling sound of firecrackers outside the house.
It was hard to say how long it took, and there was another rustling sound. My mother muttered something, as if she was sitting up.
What a slut.
She said.
It is a resounding sound.
When I realized that she had been wandering around the house.
It's silence again.
About half a minute later, the footsteps sounded again, but this time it sank, like two iron hammers ramming the floor, and the frequency was getting faster and faster.
At the end of the storm, I captured my mother's heavy breathing. As the movement stopped, she let out a long sigh, followed by a big breath.
More than ten seconds later, the same trick repeated.
My mother made five groups.
I let my ears fill my heavy breathing, but I don’t know what to say.
As the progress bar approached the end, my heart was a little calmer.
When Niu Xiuqin came back, her mother was taking a shower.
After the door was opened, she asked Chen Jianjun when he left.
My mother said with sincerity, blaming her for not leaving a man in the house in the middle of the night.
Of course, Niu Xiuqin expressed her apology, saying that she didn't think so much, and said that Lao Chen was his own person.
Then, she asked her mother in surprise why she took a shower again and didn’t take a shower?
Without waiting for the answer, she said thoughtfully, with a long tone, and then a lewd smile.
He really wanted to slap her two big mouths.
My mother told her not to talk nonsense, and she should have a degree of jokes, and she didn’t do anything right in a day!
Niu Xiuqin's response was to continue Oh, keep laughing.
Then she whispered something.
Then, unexpectedly, my mother laughed.
The two of them were just hahaha, a little hysterical and dark.
After the long laughter finally stopped, my mother called out, "Oh my god, I was so angry."
Niu Xiuqin talked about her divorced classmate and said that she comforted her, and she was very happy now.
As she said this, she still had to laugh a lot.
At the same time, the clattering footsteps were getting closer and closer, as sharp as if steel nails were poking on the floor.
The last voice I heard came from Niu Xiuqin, who said: Fortunately, you haven’t finished drinking this coffee. I heard that there are too many things like this, aphrodisiac!
I was absent-minded in lunch, and I couldn't tell why. After a morning of brewing, my previous luck mentality turned into uneasy. The sticky feeling made me suspect that I had rhinitis.
Although rationally speaking, worrying about meaningless things have happened, and one or even a few recordings can't change anything.
But no, the sticky clouds covered the sky and made me breathless.
Before going to work in the morning, my mother's body had another strange smell. The slightly bitter smell of grass could not be said to be unpleasant, but it made people dizzy.
Singing and dancing on TV, the rice steamed by my grandma was as glutinous as a paste. In order to prevent myself from spitting it out, I had to put down my chopsticks at the right time.
After a sudden filling of water, amid my grandma's scolding, I returned to the study room.
The audio with the file name 0826dengcun seems to have been opened before. As for whether you can hear anything, it's hard to say.
What surprised me was its volume - 1973M, and its duration - 482 minutes.
An ominous premonition immediately enveloped the whole body.
It’s hard to say what kind of mentality I flew on the progress bar several times, but I got nothing except the rustling noise.
And as you expected, in the beginning, there were only a slight sound of footsteps and a more subtle bang.
So I dragged it back a little longer.
In an instant, a huge rattle like a duck-crying sound filled the ear holes, and then the female's muffled groan came, and she screamed with the duck, one after another.
I felt my hair stand up.
If there is no omission, it will be nearly four hours later.
Chen Jianjun opened the door, invited his mother in, and then turned on the air conditioner, first in the living room, then in the bedroom. At one point, he stopped and shouted exaggeratedly: Look, a few steps away, peeling off!
As he said this, he raised his throat excitedly, and I felt my ears buzzing.
The mother did not respond.
In fact, in addition to a few faint footsteps, it was probably when Chen Jianjun pushed open the bedroom door and she trembled a few words from afar, as if she was using this to show her identity to me. She said: ...The house is idle and idle... I would like to ask my aunt, it would be great to rent it out.
Very Ah, I rented it to you!
Chen Jianjun turned on the air conditioner in a mess, laughing as if he was breaking a bell.
But he was not in a hurry to go out, but instead fumbled indoors like a donkey rolling.
It was not until his mother asked where the two were placed that he ran out and laughed while running: What's the hurry?
Not long after that, my mother's protest came to my ears, and she said: What are you doing? You are again!
Chen Jianjun seemed to mutter something, but it seemed that there was no such thing. There was a loud bang, but it was real.
Annoying?I could imagine my mother's frowning, but this time she was much smaller.
The sick pig is nothing more than sweet words, although I can't hear it clearly.And when you say these words, your dirty breath will undoubtedly wrap you up tightly.
The sound of messy footsteps.The creaking sound of the door.It's Dong again.
Are you annoyed?Mother seemed to grit her teeth.pant.
After hitting Pingyang, you ignored me again. Well, what do you want to do?
I shouldn't have come with you.
I didn't come here by myself, with a crisp sound, and I didn't tie you up with a rope.The sick pig is very proud, hehe.
release.
Move the steps.
release!
What's wrong?
The sound of high heels knocking on the ground paused for a moment and sounded again.Alas, it's really gone!Chen Jianjun strode and jumped and jumped.A person crossing a Trojan horse appeared in my mind.
So soon, the sound of the high heels knocking on the ground stopped.Mother smacked her lips.
What's wrong?Chen Jianjun's voice was very soft.
I came here by myself, don’t I run away by myself?
I don't understand what this means.
In fact, since I was a child, I have never heard my mother speak in this tone.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting, and my mind was blank for a long time.
However, the sick pig's panting was still like a loach, and even the friction sound of the clothes was clearly visible.
Slut!His voice was a little trembling, and there was a loud bang, and I wouldn't accept you if I don't believe it!
My mother's response was a soft hum, almost inaudible, but I still heard it.
There was also the intermittent breath, desperately suppressing it, but it was trembling quietly like the tone of a sick pig.
Then the footsteps moved again, and the sound of high heels knocking on the ground sounded again, tossing and turning, breaking.
A sticky sound was blooming in the rustling sound, warm and close, accompanied by a few muffled groans from the woman, mixed with the two of them shaking from time to time to time.
I don't know what's going on outside, and I don't know why it's so long in just a few minutes.
Finally, the mother said: OK!
Her voice trembled, thin and high.
The sick pig smiled and called Fenglan.A creaking sound.
No, take a shower first.
How good is this smell, smell it.
Tsk, no disgusting people.
I just like... The sick pig's voice is getting lower and lower.
abnormal.
Who are you talking about? Chen Jianjun laughed and see how I deal with you!
Mother let out a soft cry, followed by a string of indescribable laughter.I glanced at the hazy snow outside the window and leaned back on the back of the chair.
Chen Jianjun's exaggerated kissing, rubbing, and jingling the belt buckle.My mother snorted, and the sound was gone again.After a while, she said: Don't be here.
Chen Jianjun whistled, maybe it was just a long and unique breath, the belt buckle was jingling, oh,
He said that his back hurts these two days.
Mother cut it and then let out another soft cry.Then, with the sound of footsteps, the sick pig started singing: The clear water comes to the blue sky, Xiaoqin, I washed my laundry to the river...
I can imagine the look of Chen Jianjun's body bounced up when he threw his mother on the bed. This humiliation was as blurred in the past few days, but now it suddenly became clear and stinging.
The hot air flow that gushed out of the mother's mouth, placed in this season and outdoors, will quickly turn into a fog of ice.
So they hang in the surrounding air, in front of their eyes, surrounding you, and covering the sky and the sun.
I hope my grandma can call me, or Wang Weichao calls me to fish, catch hares, or even pound billiards, or drink, it's fine, but nothing, the sound of Chen Jianjun's closing door.
You can't run away.
He said.
A few seconds later, there was a click, near my ear.
The joyful violin, followed by the tambourine, the extremely familiar melody.
The sudden loud noise was deafening.
Chen Jianjun seemed to say a word.
Immediately afterwards, a child sang: Where is spring, where is spring...
Chen Jianjun said: Sun.
Said shyly, I was also shocked.During the above process, my mother just breathed a long sigh, and when the music sounded, it was precisely a childish voice, she suddenly laughed.Lightweight but wanton.
Chen Jianjun also laughed.In the silence after turning off the record player, he laughed and rummaged through the cabinets. After a moment, another day was heard.
Then he said: Let you laugh!
I thought that the crescendo, repetitive melody would sound again, and even when the sick pig pretended to be fierce and ruthless, I still thought so.
However, it was not. This guy seemed to have forgotten the record player behind him and couldn't wait to take out his dirty and ugly old tricks.
The woman's clothes were stripped off one by one.
Exaggerated breathing, licking, and occasionally crisp slapping sounds.
At first, my mother smacked her lips a few times, but then she only had heavy breathing. Until the sick pig started to hum, she called "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay, "Okay,
dirty.She said.
What's dirty? I don't think it's dirty.
I think it's dirty.
Not that I haven't licked it.The sick pig laughed.
It was above and below again, disgusting... My mother muttered softly, "Also, either hurry up or take a shower, and she's covered in sticky clothes."Her second half is Mandarin.
So the sick pig gave up.But later his mother asked to wear a condom, and Chen Jianjun said he had no condom.He turned the bedside table so loudly that he said:
Now that you are in the ring, it is another safe period, what are you afraid of?The mother seemed to disagree, but the sick pig forced himself to pounce on him.It's going outside for a while, and it's going outside for a while.He said hurriedly.
My mother did not respond, and she could not even hear her voice for a while.
I rubbed my eyes, and the colorful lines like spider silk in the player were still churning up and down in front of me. When I touched a certain piece, it bounced away like a loach.
It's hard to say how long it took, a rhythmic swaying sound came to my ears.
Chen Jianjun sucked in anger and laughed, similar to the sound of chewing bones.
The mother let out her first moan.
There was a rustling sound, and Chen Jianjun said: Fenglan Ah.
He shouted one after another, low and weird, reminding me of the scene when the pile driver shouted slogans when he was building a bridge at the west end of the fifth-grade village in elementary school.
This is a crappy analogy, but it seems like some magic was used. Soon, my mother's moans flowed down like a broken river.
The humming sounded and snorted, as if responding to the strange scream of the sick pig.
After doing this for a while, the pace suddenly slowed down. Chen Jianjun panted and said: Look at your shorts.
Mother smacked her lips.
What's wet, you smell it.
Don't disgust Ah.
Say, is it sexy?The sick pig started to laugh.
Get out of you.
Is it sexy or not!He gritted his teeth, as if he was trying hard to eat.
With the crisp sound of the bang, the spring creaked and the mother let out a soft cry.
Is it sexy or not!
Another sound.
Is it sexy or not!
Chen Jianjun repeated the word like a psychopath, while his mother hummed one after another.
Every sound was so surprised, as if it was squeezed out, but every sound was so natural, as smooth as liquid.
I didn't know what to do, so I could only suck my nose.
About two or three strokes, Chen Jianjun stopped and whispered: Hold me tightly.
I don’t know if my mother hugged him tightly, but I only know that the regular swaying sounds sounded again.
There was also a wet sound that lasted for a while, mixed with my mother's breathing and humming.
I could even guess the fine and hot texture between my mouth and tongue.
The unspeakable nothingness suddenly poured down, causing my hot brain to cool down quickly.
I don't understand why Bai Ji was hiding here and listening to this shit.
When I opened my eyes, the snow outside the window was as dazzling as it came from an alien spacecraft, or perhaps it was from the uterus.
What awakened me was Chen Jianjun.He shouted and said: You, I didn't see Lao Deng's face.
My mother didn't say anything.
Not to mention, Zheng Xiangdong Ah is a good player in exhibitions!
What do you think?
What do I think?Chen Jianjun's voice suddenly increased a little, and then poured down. I thought...
What should the sick pig say? It collapsed word by word, but was drowned in the sudden slap and moans.
My mother's voice trembled and became brighter and brighter.
However, after a while, Chen Jianjun stopped again.
Is it thirsty?
He asked.
Without letting his mother answer, he moaned and got out of bed.
Before this, I didn’t forget to slap it in the face,... fat and round!
He smiled.
Not to make a fool of yourself.My mother seemed to have just reacted.
Chen Jianjun smiled and walked out.
My mother's breathing was shattered and scattered.She sighed and seemed to have turned around and no longer moved.
It took Chen Jianjun a minute or two to return to the recording site.
He said: Come on!
My mother didn't refuse.
After clinking the glasses, Chen Jianjun drank them all in one go, and his mother split twice.
After putting down the wine glass, Chen Jianjun patted his belly: Forgot to say the toast.
Who is the day?
Come!
Then what?
Chen Jianjun did not answer.
Soon, with a creak, my mother said: What are you doing?
Are you fat?I discovered it just now.
What are you talking about?
Chen Jianjun smiled again.
Their aura is getting closer and closer.
Alas, the sick pig is dragging his tone, as gentle as a waiter in a martial arts movie, OK
The friction sound, at the same time, was deafening.
Are you annoyed?My mother's voice seemed to be above her head.
Chen Jianjun's answer was a breathing sound.
My mother just screamed and said, "What did she do, but she lost her voice, and something was pounding in her ears."
But she failed to stop Chen Jianjun.
The sick pig hummed, sucking, like a toothless old lady eating noodles.
It's a juicy and plump sound.
The moment I realized what he was doing, the summer night many years ago was like a sudden eruption of magma, which was bright in my heart.
I glanced at the snow outside the window again, and I suddenly shivered, but at some point, my forehead was covered with a layer of sweat.
Chen Jianjun was smiling at me, his knife-carved nasolabial folds were bottomless.
It was like a sleeping patient recovering from his heart, and the scar on his left palm jumped unexpectedly.
My mother's hum seemed to fall from the sky, soothing and trembling, as if grains of mercury were clearly rolling through her brain stem.
The knocking sound disappeared without a trace, and instead it was a kind of rubbing sound, moaning, and becoming more and more cheerful.
I don’t know how long it took, but as my mother’s moan became louder and louder, Chen Jianjun stood up.
He laughed and gasped.
The mother's voice also came to an abrupt end. She seemed to have moved her body and tried her best to suppress her scattered breathing.
Neither of them spoke.
About ten seconds later, Chen Jianjun took a deep breath and asked: How is it, are you happy?
The answer to him was a mother's hum.
Immediately afterwards, a subtle but rhythmic vibration came from my ears.
I wiped my sweat, and my mouth was a little dry.
Alas, my son is about to start school?After a while, the sick pig asked.
The mother did not answer.Maybe why, even her breathing was vague.
Fenglan?
My mother still didn't answer.
Chen Jianjun was shameless and began to talk to himself: Your son Ah is so successful and promising. I will tell you that if you hand in the math paper, you can’t take the English exam directly!Huh!
My mother finally snorted again.
Chen Jianjun muttered something.
After a long time, with a thud, he cursed.
Then I heard the huge duck screaming.
QQ, loud and cracked.No, it is more like the weaving sound of an old-fashioned loom than a duck, which is strange and old, as if it will fall apart in the next second, but it is still continuous.
What is also continuous is my mother's humming.But I can't tell when it sounded.There was also the heavy breathing, which made one round after another, hot and messy.
Are you happy, Fenglan?The sick pig started to scream.
My mother didn't answer, just hum.
Um?Are you happy?
What hit the wall, louder and louder. I even heard the sound from my private parts. It was at this moment that my mother spoke and she said: Hurry up.
I thought it was my illusion, but the sick pig responded immediately.hurry up?He shouted excitedly, like a monkey, are you happy, slut?
All this is too exaggerated.And no matter whether you open your eyes and close your eyes, there will be a picture slide into my mind like a slide.
The trembling white flesh and a blushing face, and a string of spells flowed down from the lightly opened lips.
My mother's moans became rapid and sharp. In the middle, she said in a sharper voice: Hurry up, hurry up, come...
The sick pig hummed and screamed, as if he had lost his language ability.
He gasped and whirred, and there must be an old electrical radiator in his lungs.
Finally, he called Fenglan.
At this time, my mother only had a short inhalation sound. Something was rolling in her throat, but it seemed that she could no longer spit them out.
With a few sounds of earth shaking, dongdong
Chen Jianjun howled.After that, the world became quiet.Three seconds of deafness.
The sound was like overwhelming volcanic ash. Chen Jianjun hummed, laughed and gasped, his mother's breathing, and his vocal cords were still shaking gently.
I glanced at the progress bar, and there were nearly three hours left.
My mother quickly jumped down and entered the bathroom, saying nothing except smacking her lips.
Chen Jianjun smiled foolishly and rolled onto the bed, saying: Oh my god.
There was a faint sound of water.
The sick pig screamed Fenglan several times and finally asked him if he was awesome.
Of course, no response.
So, after a while, he followed in.
The sound in the bathroom was rumbling, loud but noisy, and I couldn't hear clearly what I was saying.
To be precise, I couldn't hear what Chen Jianjun said at all, because my mother disappeared and lost her trace on the sound waves.
But you can hear the laughter of the sick pig clearly, it is rumbled, intermittent, as huge as a shadow.
In less than two minutes, my mother came out.
Ruddy.
Chen Jianjun was still laughing and even sang "Little Sour Date".
This idiot.
When Chen Jianjun came out, his mother put on her farm clothes and entered the living room.
He joked: Leave some for me, don’t finish it alone!
As he said this, this guy laughed again.
What a pleasant person this is.
I moved my butt, hesitating whether to go out and urinate.
Before this idea was put into practice, the two people in their ears had already started their meals. I wonder if it was the same as last time, it was still Yunnan cuisine.
But there must be red wine. Chen Jianjun wanted to clink glasses, but his mother didn't, so she started drinking it on her own.
It is worth mentioning that at this moment, in the headphones and in the recording, Chen Jianjun was naked.
My mother asked him to dress, and he smiled obscenely and said: Let's do it again later!
My mother didn't say anything about this. I don't know if she doesn't care or if she really can't help it.
Wish him blessing, he really wants to kill this idiot.
At least in my experience, Chen Jianjun is a talkative person. After ejaculation, he became a chatterbox.
In just a few minutes, the sick pig said the host sometimes, let his mother eat this and try that, beets are good, pectin, vitamin B, weight loss!
Finally, my mother said: If you eat yours, don’t pick up food for me.
What's wrong?
I have a habit of making a fuss.
After a while, no one spoke, and the chewing sound became particularly strange.
I haven't asked yet, my mother suddenly broke the silence. What's going on with your back?
That is, you, it would have been a question if someone else had asked.The sick pig's tone was cold.
How many others are there?That's all I said.He immediately smiled.
My mother didn't say anything, as if she had taken a sip of wine.
I am a person with a high vision, and there is no one who can catch my eyes on me except you.
Mother has no voice.
Still jealous?
Tsk.
OK, just kidding, what are you looking at? I want to eat my Ah?
My mother took another sip of wine and gurgled.
This scar on his back was left when he was in Yunnan. Chen Jianjun smiled, "Oh, let's do some more?"
I couldn't hear my mother's voice.
Don’t smile, be good.
The answer to him is the sound of chewing, it is so crispy.
You said, what is my relationship with you?After a long time, my mother sighed suddenly.
Chen Jianjun said for a while, and he laughed and said: Whatever you say is, what is our relationship.
silence.
Stop eating?
Do you eat it, why not?
The sound of chewing sounded again.
Chen Jianjun drank a glass of wine like a pig.
These subtle or loud sounds are suspended on the surface of the sound waves, light and fluttering, as if they are about to leave outer space at any time.
Chen Jianjun waved his arms and pulled them down.
He tried to talk about how old rubber farmers cut rubber in the past, how small operas were amazing in some places, and how the application of tenant farmers' theory in daily life. Unfortunately, except for occasionally humming, his mother didn't say a word.
One plan failed, another plan was created. Chen Jianjun began to tell jokes, an old Soviet joke. When he talked about Brezhnev's dog, his mother spoke and asked if she needed to wash the bowl.
Chen Jianjun smiled and said, "Why can you help me with Ms.
So the mother stood up.
The clicking sound drew an arc, paused for a moment, and then ejected away. What's wrong?Chen Jianjun asked.
Something is wrong.
Is it okay if I said the wrong thing?The creaking sound of the chair.
The click sound rang again.
Alas, Chen Jianjun chased after him. Next time I wear a condom, it’s my fault.
It's really a problem.
What's wrong? What's wrong? You can point it out.
I have eaten and played with people. What else do you want?
My mother suddenly shouted.
Then, she sighed and unscrewed the door.
In my impression, my mother rarely makes a fuss with others. It is more disdainful than having a frank temper.
Fenglan, why are you always angry with me?
release.
I know, it’s me who makes you embarrassed. Chen Jianjun sighed, his voice was very light. You were forced, what burden did you have?
The creaking sound of the door.It seemed that a rush of wind came out of the sound wave and blew on my face.
Besides, the sick pig's tone is soaring. What's wrong with your Ah? How can there be a cat that doesn't steal fishy?
My mother didn't say anything, and seemed to smile for a while.It's as short as if you don't laugh.Afterwards, the security door creaked first, and then banged.
In the lingering sound, Chen Jianjun had only had time to call Fenglan.Then he took a while and then he ran into the bedroom.
Mom, cunt!He said.It can be said that Chen Jianjun is a person who wears clothes very quickly. In less than a minute, he ran out.Before closing the door, he didn't forget to have another day.
I was ready to open the security door again, and unfortunately, this did not happen.
At least the next 158 minutes were not enough to make a fuss after my repeated tossing.
After wiping sweat, I stood up and moved for two steps, walked to the window, and turned back.
I thought it was time to put some water, but I couldn't help but walk to the computer.
Right-click, sort method, modify time, increment.
Put on my headphones and I clicked on the first file.
...We don't talk about pomp and do extravagance... But the people know how much contributions made to Pinghai, especially to Pinghai, are known to the people, so it is necessary to make some preparations... Just show our daily work status and make every effort... This time, in addition to the hydropower station and Pingsteel Group, the Vice Premier x is the key to accepting our cultural achievements, our sports center, museum, our cultural market reform, and the top priority of our traditional culture... By the way, the old man has heard of the Fengwu Opera Troupe Ah...
Chen Jianjun was ups and downs, his loud voice seemed to be born with an echo.
He said it for more than half an hour, and there was constant applause during this period, and he had to force it down every time.
I don’t know if these leading cadres are really grateful to Lao X, or are they really happy with the fruits of their labor, or they are just listening to crosstalk for free or watching monkeys.
Chen Jianjun made arrangements for each department, including museums, cultural centers, libraries, sports centers, basketball city, Pinghai Daily...
The last one is the Fengwu Opera Troupe.
He said: The old man wants to listen to the opera, but he just wants to listen to our "Flower For Media New Editing"!
I was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so I dragged it back a few times.
For a moment, I firmly believed that this thing that was only about seventy minutes long could not make any mistakes.
However, as the meeting ended, Chen Jianjun kept his mother.
He said: Commander Zhang, Commander Zhang!
I couldn't hear my mother's voice, let alone what the sick pig said to her until the surroundings became completely quiet.
...Tell me about you, Chen Jianjun walked over and closed the door, and his voice became low when he came back. Why do you always hide from me?
If it's okay, I'll leave first?
You don’t need to hide from me, why are you hiding from me?Can I eat you?You can't go to the twenty-eight drama association gatherings, but why don't you go to the award presentation?
Light footsteps.Flat shoes.
Alas, something is wrong!Things about school!
Mother stopped.
There was only rustling sound, like snow.
Suddenly, Chen Jianjun's breathing penetrated into his ears.
I couldn't even hear his footsteps.
Mother snorted.
The sound of friction of clothing.
I subconsciously glanced at the file name-0403140061, and my internal organs sank.
open!Mother's voice was very low.
If you miss you, let me hug you.Inhaling sound.
Are you crazy about Chen Jianjun?The footsteps move, ...where?
I just hug you, I miss you so much... The sick pig seems to be about to die.
Chen Jianjun, am I shouting?
The answer to my mother was the rustling sound and the heavier gasps.Then the mother snorted clearly.
Can you still have some shame?
How can a sick pig be shameless?Even I want to laugh.
Let go, someone is here!How could someone come?Who is coming?The sick pig murmured to himself.
However, there was really a clattering sound of high heels, both slow and orderly.
Chen Jianjun let out a sigh that looked like a whistle.
Mother took a breath and walked a few steps forward.
The knock on the door came late, and it took a while to tick.
Secretary Chen?
Who is it if it’s not Niu Xiuqin?
Um.
Oh, Feng Lan is here too. When the door opened, the aunt laughed and said, "Let's go, Secretary Chen, Secretary Wang is urging you."
Mother Oh, let it go.Chen Jianjun said nothing, as if he had disappeared.
Oh, by the way, my bag is here again!
Amid Niu Xiuqin's exaggerated laughter, I confirmed the file name again.Unfortunately, it is indeed 0403140061.I sniffed, and then I realized that my butt was hurt when I put it on the corner of the table.
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