My father left when he didn't know when, but when I opened the door with sweat, a dim wall light was left in the living room.
An orange light overflowed from the window of the master bedroom, and you could vaguely hear the voice inside, muttering and hoarse, like a voice wrapped in your throat.
I couldn't capture my mother's voice, maybe she fell asleep, or maybe she was using body language.
After standing there for a moment, I went straight to the kitchen, carried the beer, and then urinated in the bathroom.
Just as the urine was about to end, I suddenly smelled a fishy smell, which came from my nose or stomach, as strong as a rotten hairtail.
It can be imagined that those little yellow croakers and sea cucumbers are inevitably fermenting, bubbling, and releasing biogas.
I was anxiously vomiting in my throat for a while, but I didn't vomit anything.
After passing the living room, the lights in my parents' room were turned off, and the night was silent.
However, when I returned to the study, I was not sure whether I should sit down in front of the computer.
My mother, wearing a big red swimsuit, was under the desk lamp, and in the fluorescence of the monitor, was heroic and as usual. Her fair cheeks, slightly frown brows, and wet hair almost rushed towards her with the sea breeze on the silver beach.
I sniffed and picked up the can of beer.
The photo named f-DSC2002101314472 is just one of the sets of pictures, and there are as many as forty-three.
The first few pictures (judging from the shooting time) use telephoto, with a luxurious background that is unobstructed.
It cannot be said to be luxurious. At least in terms of color, except for a small light brown carpet in front of the sofa and a crimson curtain behind the glass wall, it is mainly simple black and white.
Half the stair handrail, vaguely visible crystal lamp pendant, frosted wall lampshade, semicircular marble gallery columns, long and short sofas and bookcases are all white; while the frames and lengths are shiny black.
Of course, the solid wood floor is brown, or dark yellow, narrow and thick, dense, and spit out a strip of marks and connected to the outside of the carpet into a circle several meters square.
In the middle of the round is a thin white butt. As you know, it belongs to Chen Jianjun.
In fact, this background and tone makes the naked Chen Jianjun look like a fish in the deep sea.
The woman was pressed under the body by a fish, and she could vaguely see some side face.
Her right leg was pressed against the back of the sofa, and her left leg drooped along the edge of the sofa and fell on the carpet.
In particular, a small white hand was held on the man's waist, not sure whether it was resisting or something else.
Perhaps it was because the sunlight had a light pierced out from the gap in the curtain curtain, cut it straight down along the photo, cutting Chen Jianjun in half and splitting it into two.
Just above the waist, I drew a scar along the right shoulder blade, which was slashed in length, like a peach blossom snake. This sudden glance was really shocking.
In the next few photos, the camera gradually narrowed, the fish became clearer, but the sunlight inevitably faded away.
To be honest, Chen Jianjun's posture was a bit funny. He leaned his body, half-kneeled and half-lying, his left foot hung in the air, and his right foot pushed the ground. Judging from the tightness of his thighs, he seemed to be exercising his strength.
It seems that for him, this is not enjoyment, but labor.
The hard-working man put his face between the woman's neck and put his right hand through his armpit and climbed on her shoulder, as if the latter would escape if he didn't.
The woman did not escape, and she probably couldn't escape either. Her face was sideways to the backrest of the sofa, allowing her plump left breast to be exposed to the sky during the squeeze.
The angry nipples like purple grapes were glimpsed at once, but were preserved by humans in a strange way.
Although the woman was still wearing a bra, she was pushed roughly above her breasts, and her underwear was not so lucky. She completely and resolutely slid on the carpet at her feet.
So what can a little purple thing be if it is not underwear?
I even wondered if my mother had such a pair of underwear, and the answer was, I don’t know.
The clothes of the two of them were scattered on the single sofa next to them, and the white shirt was the first to be shocking.
There may be a pair of familiar wide-leg pants in the meantime, but to be honest, there are quite a few ladies wearing similar things in the past two years.
As for the pair of silver stilettos scattered beside the shorts, I remember that my mother had such a pair. I remember that when she came back from Pingyang on the 11th that year, she wore such a pair of shoes to slap me in the city and dressed up.
But, since it is a product, which consumer cannot buy it?
Obviously, not only the focal length is closer, but the shooting location is also approaching. Before we knew it, the previous side-down lens was gradually approaching level.
The two people in the photo are immersed in their own world, indifferent.
There was almost no change in several pictures. Except for the one in which the flower-shooting work, Chen Jianjun's hind hip-tip blade changed into a ghost shadow like a warrior, you can also call it a visual presentation of the Great Shift of the Universe.
Very magical feeling.
However, in the next two pictures, Chen Jianjun half supported himself (his hands were still climbing on the woman's shoulders, and the scars behind him became more obvious, with bright whiteness in the red, as if a snake had peeled off his skin), and raised his head, so his mother's face was exposed between her loose hair.
I can't say that expression, it's a little hazy, but it's undoubtedly blushing.
There was a picture where she turned her face toward the camera, her head was lightly tilted, and her snow-white neck stretched out a sad curve like a swan neck.
I could even see the little bit of fragrant sweat condensed on it.
The familiar eyes narrowed slightly, a strand of wet hair pressed against the ears, and it curled playfully, but the red lips were half open, as if a stream of hot air was rushing out uncontrollably.
Perhaps because of the static reason, my mother's light opening of her mouth gave me an indescribable feeling, as if it was much redder than usual. In an instant, a terrible sound climbed out along the corner of her lips and spread on the pixel plane.
I suddenly felt dizzy.
The scenes in those dreams, the infinitely elongated shadows of the tree and the endless whistles, everything seemed to be right in front of you.
But Chen Jianjun's ears might not work very well. He ignored all this and turned his face stubbornly towards the camera.
Nasolabial folds, the reflection of the glasses, and sweat gathering on the jaw, shaking.
He opened his mouth in surprise, arched his body upwards, lowered his head again, fully supported his arms, lowered his head again, turned his face again, and opened his mouth wider, so the nasolabial ribbing knife became vivid as if it were engraved.
Finally he got up, grabbed a few clothes from the single sofa and threw them to the woman under him, and pulled a white shirt himself.
During these several static processes, the sweat drops in the jaw disappeared, and no one could say when it hanged.
However, Chen Jianjun's penis was straight and even though he was covered with his hands, he still struggled to show off.
He didn't wear a condom.
As for my mother, I couldn't say it well. It seemed as if I had just woken up from a dream, and my eyes suddenly opened wide, as if some light was piercing in.
His mouth was also open, and his left hand initially held Chen Jianjun's waist, and later he grabbed the sofa cushion tightly. The moans from the high-end leather were almost close to his ears.
When the man got up, the woman quickly shrank into a ball on the sofa.
But this is a process.
The straight white legs were retracted from the edge of the sofa, and a touch of black spilled out from between the crotch. Before the bra could be pulled down, a snow-white breast stood up behind Chen Jianjun's dick that was about to cover up.
Gins and nipples.
When Chen Jianjun finally covered his lower body with a white shirt, his mother had already buried her in the clothes room and lowered her head.
But the camera was unyielding and continued to approach.
Chen Jianjun covered his white shirt with his left hand and pointed his right hand at the camera as any cadre of our party usually does.
The camera should have shaking, and the picture is a bit chaotic.
Maybe it's too nervous?
Or angry?
No one can say it well.
But the next few pictures gradually became stable, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were orderly.
Two middle focals (the one that was opened by chance was f-DSC2002101314472), two short focals, and even four or five close-ups of the face.
Chen Jianjun's expression was hard to say, his face was red (maybe because his skin was white, just like drinking alcohol), his veins were bulging, and even the mouth that touched his nasolabial folds was square and round for a while.
The blue stubble was covered with sweat, like sticky syrup.
I suddenly felt that if I continued like this, he might die of a stroke.
Of course, it's just a luxury.
As for my mother, she was like a hostage, and she had her head down for most of the time, her eyes scattered on some light brown carpet.
She didn't even reach out to cover her face.
I don't know what she is thinking.
Maybe I don’t know what I’m thinking, but I just feel that my hot head is flipping back and forth in these photos, and the tank is bursting.
And on such a sweaty winter night, beer will calm you down. After two cans of stuffyness in a row, I came to my senses in the coldness and saturation inside.
Without much hesitation, I clicked on the first video in the first folder again.
I dragged and pulled repeatedly, looked at it with wide eyes, but I still couldn't confirm the identity of the woman.
But the man is undoubtedly Chen Jianjun. Even in these 200,000-pixel ink pieces, his different aura is as impressive as body odor.
I lit a cigarette and didn't give myself a chance to breathe. I opened the second video (mini-DV-dcr-pc110E-20020323084).
The picture is dark, with only a few rays of light overflowing from the edge.
The camera swayed and moved upward, accompanied by the movement of high heels.
The picture lit up a few seconds later, and what caught my eye was the gradually moving away palms, as well as the knees and thighs wrapped in flesh-colored leggings.
There are also calfs, but mainly thighs, and upwards are the plump belly under the black tight skirt.
The black line is still there, and it is a little on the left side. At one point I thought it was the thread hanging on the skirt.
After a moment, she twisted her waist, twisted back after swaying, and bent down to the camera (without showing her face).
Accompanied by some friction, she said: A pair of sluts, a bad pussy!
The sound was not loud, but it scared me. It was undoubtedly Niu Xiuqin.
The old aunt stomped her feet, walked a few more steps, and then she picked up a denim bag on the ground and disappeared in front of the camera.
The sound of the high heels knocking on the ground gradually drifted away, and it might have been paused several times. With the loud noise of the security door, it disappeared in the end.
But something was left behind, such as the bedroom in front of me, the closed dark curtains, the radiator, the oval European-style bed, the calendar, the half-head table, the empty ashtray, and even a ball of toilet paper vaguely visible under the bed cover.
The silence lasted for seven or eight minutes, and I took it twice the speed.
I don't want to miss anything, but I can't wait stupidly. No one can say what Niu Xiuqin's realist masterpieces will use to test your nerves.
It's not up to her, but reality. What I'm playing in front of me is reality.
The sound naturally starts from the beginning of the door.
Come on, come in!The male voice is a bit blurry, but the tone is loud.
ah!High heels, hesitated in courteousness, and sighed softly.
Tsk, come in, give me all the things!A series of footsteps, high speed, smooth, come in and wipe, Ah.
Change shoes?
Oh, it’s okay to change it or not. It’s been a long time since I lived in it, so my aunt will come here once a while later.Pause for a moment, look at you, I feel embarrassed, OK, change my shoes!
Both of them laughed, and although they didn't want to admit it, the female voice did sound a little familiar.
Then there was the sound of chaotic footsteps.
The woman walked a few steps and probably stayed in the living room.
The man's tractor was like a squirting, "Sit down, sit down, but he didn't know where he was heading.
After a while, he finally came back: Come on, wipe, a new towel.
Yo!
How about taking a shower?This February Tianer is like a child’s face. She changes at any time, and it’s a weird thing!Alas, why don’t you sit there!
Didn't you see it?After a moment of saliva, smile, I won’t wash it anymore, just wipe it, it’s not as good as Ma Zhilai’s urine.
Then you wash your hands, I will take the plate, Ah, and take the plate intact.The tractor starts slowly.
Where is it?The woman's steps were gentle, as if she was afraid of stepping on the floor.
What?
Plate Ah, where is the plate?The sound became more and more blurry. I see you... your hands are like chicken feet. You can hold a pen, but how can you do this?
Hey, don’t look down on others, we are still considered a woman at home!The door rang, and the man's voice suddenly increased a little.
The woman seemed to smile and didn't say anything.
After rummaging through the boxes and the sound of plates colliding, the faucet was turned on.
Look, don't you believe it yet?Sigh.
The woman still didn't say anything.The plate sounded and the water was rushing.
What had to do by yourself in Yunnan back then?We can also count, Ah, the labor expert in the farm ten miles away!
The sound of running water.
I've gotten twice the red flag...
Enough is it?
Enough is enough, the rag, the door creaked, water, I'll get it.
The plate is so crispy.The faucet is off.Chaotic footsteps.
How about our old nest?I lived here as soon as I returned to Pinghai.
Well, rich people are different.
What are you talking about!
The woman smiled.The friction sound of plastic bags.
Ah, it smells so fragrant.I personally think this man is almost mentally retarded.
Well, it smells good, but the woman agrees quite well. What, bait?
Tengchong bait wire!
There are inevitably people eating in the movie, but it is really the first time I heard that people eat.
The meal was extremely long, and the two of them were talking and laughing (mostly the men were talking).
Those words were wrapped in food and jumped gently in their throats, and suddenly they were warm and radiated on such a winter night.
I even developed a little jealousy.
Most of the time, men talk about Yunnan, talking about how this dish is, how the local villagers make it, and what customs and habits are very different from the north.
There is also silence occasionally.
Only the subtle chewing sounds, the sound of chairs rubbing on the floor, and the sound of tableware colliding.
But I couldn't guess what was filled with the gaps of words in the misty heat.
The man is always diligently cutting a lamb, inviting the woman to eat something, and then eat something.
But the woman said: You made a big meal into a lunch box!
It is a resounding sound.
Both of them laughed.
After a while, the man said: It seems that you haven’t eaten enough lunch boxes.
I can never eat enough Ah, so how can we artists in the world have to leave boxed lunches?
What fate is it? The man smiles for a moment, his tone rises, and he drinks something, forgets everything.
The woman didn't say anything.
This little milk tea is enough!
The tractor started moving again.Soon, with a bang, the man returned.
Are you really open?
Tsk, it's raining, come, pour the wine, come and take less.
Enough is enough!
You have drunk the old cow and are still pretending?Is this OK?
The woman cut her mouth.
The man smiled and continued to pour wine: Take a little less, Ah, drink some good wine, milk residue, daddy, lamb, and you have to match this wine!
Yes?
Then, the man sat down and seemed to stand up again for a moment. Touch?I wish you, Ah, I wish you a prosperous and prosperous Feng Dance Theatre Troupe, I wish you a prosperous Pingju career, I wish you...
You Ah, you can’t live without these scenes.The woman smiled and interrupted him.But I couldn't laugh.
The scene is also true, so I will give you some blessings in my heart!
I couldn't hear the sound of clinking cups, but the sound of liquid passing through my throat was extremely clear, and it sounded like a dove.
The student gave it to me, Burgundy, what brand of... tsk, anyway, when I was lying in the red mud in Yunnan, I really didn't expect that there would be such a day.
The mother also sighed lightly.
You can't tell whether those days were good or bad. You were obviously rolling in the mud, crying and calling your parents, but now you climb up, you can't help but look back.
Well, it's old.
It's Ah, come old!
This time I heard the sound of clinking cups.The pigeon yells, or rather, it is the sound of drinking a cow.
Drink slowly and ruin good wine.
Cool!Chen Jianjun sighed and laughed, rumbled.
Sprinkle sound.
OK OK, you still drink Ah.
What are you afraid of red wine? I’ll just laugh. I’ll give you less, so I’ll be happy today.
Just about it.
Zhao Hongzhuang loves to care about me, especially when drinking.The tone did not decrease, but the sound became much softer, as if the tender buds had just popped up after the early spring rain.
My mother didn't say anything, and seemed to have a drink.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, and cut the lamb again.After a while, he said: Come on some more?
Full.
During the years when I was teaching, I ran to Yunnan a lot. The Corps was gone long ago and the farm became a rubber factory.
The ground was still red and blood-stained. I went up the mountain and someone led me. After walking for a day or two, the small wooden house that was blocked by me was still there, the roof was gone, and it turned into a piece of wood.
The cellar was also filled in, thinking that it was really a net of heaven and earth back then.
No one spoke for a while.
Come on, touch it.
The rain has stopped, right?
If Zhao Hongzhuang hadn't brought a semiconductor secretly over here, I wouldn't have been able to survive that year.
My mother didn't say anything.
I listened to Pingju Opera from that time. Most of the time I spoke Cantonese. I changed to Mandarin at four o'clock every afternoon. I played old Pingju Opera. Chen Jianjun drank a little wine and smiled. It was mainly Bai Yushuang, "Taohua Temple", "Empty Valley Orchid", "Pearl Shirt", etc. She had records overseas, and there were also those after liberation, including Xiao Bai Yushuang, Xinfengxia, Hua Shulan, Ah, "Qin Xianglian", Ah, "Flower as a Mediator", and "Liu Qiaoer", very few, and they were all over and over again. As soon as this new Fengxia opened her mouth...
Chen Jianjun was gone, and his mother took over the conversation: Better than me, I secretly sing my throat all day long, just listening to some model operas.After saying that, she chuckled softly.
Silence again.
After about half a minute, the chair squeaked, and the collision of glass or porcelain sounded like a thud.I don't know what's going on.
Fenglan Ah.
Old Chen!Don't……
The chair was screaming sharply, and my mother let out a light sound.I immediately stepped on the back of the chair and stood up.
Old Chen, don't do this.The sound is very low.
There was a rustling sound, a heavy breathing sound, and another squeak on the chair.
Fenglan Ah.
Old Chen!My mother whined for a while and then screamed. I couldn't say her voice, as if she finally took a breath.
Fenglan Ah.Old Chen is probably crazy.
Secretary Chen!Chen Jianjun!You can let go!
Two dong dong sounds, followed by a loud dong sound.
Chen Jianjun shouted, "No, not Ah, not Ah, not Ouch, but Hoh."
This is not good, my mother's voice is very low, I...
silence.
Chen Jianjun sighed and seemed to have climbed up from the ground for a while.
Fenglan.
Silence again.
The sound of footsteps stands firm.
The mother seemed to take a deep breath, and a word came out of her throat, and then she pressed down again.
Remember, you are forced, you are forced, I coerce you, why should I help you, the theater troupe? I have a purpose, I have bad intentions, I coerce you, I want to go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell.
His voice was high and low, with a slight slight slight slight, his speech was accurate, his speech was extremely fast, and his landing became softer.
The mother didn't say anything, but sighed.Slow, long.
Fenglan.Men follow the same example.
No sound.After a while, something squeaked and fell into silence again.So the electromagnetic sound becomes more and more noisy.
I'll go take a shower.After a long time she said.
I couldn't help but sniff.
I don't allow it, you are forced!Chen Jianjun's voice was gloomy.
Both of them laughed.Short, soothing.But I smelled a hesitant embarrassment.
After a moment, my mother sighed softly again.
I just... like... this smell in you.
The rustling sounded again, the exaggerated inhalation sound, and I could imagine the kind of kneading and sniffing.My mother nodded, and her breathing became rapid after a while.
I collapsed onto the chair again, and I didn't know what to do.
The sound in the living room lasted for a long time, sometimes with a crisp sound, followed by a soft hum of my mother.
Later, the bedroom door was pushed open, and the woman fell on the bed without exception. The light yellow thread was lifted up, revealing a spotted pink bra. The dark casual trousers on her lower body were also buttoned. The waist of the pants was half-disappeared and hung on her hips. The man pressed it down. She instinctively turned her face and said, "Who is it if it's not mother?"
I sniffed and picked up a can of beer again.
In this effort, Chen Jianjun pushed open his bra and pinched his two breasts.
He was so confused that he licked his head.
I could see his scalp exposed head and a circle of white breasts.
The sound of sucking jelly stocks is more exaggerated than in the porn movies. Maybe he can be a good actor.
The mother looked sideways, her lips pursed, and she never made any sound.
But the red cloud on both cheeks could not be concealed.
Only then did I realize that the resolution of the previous video was much higher, at least one megapixel, which is good or bad, and I can't say it well.
Chen Jianjun was endless, but his mother was impatient.
OK!Her right hand covered her face, why is it like a child?
So Chen Jianjun smiled and went to take off his mother's clothes.But the latter stood up: Tsk, come by yourself.
In front of the camera with a slightly left leaning back, my mother took off her thread and twisted her body to fold it.Then there are casual trousers.When her trousers were halfway, she lowered her head and said: Why are you standing there stupidly? Waiting for me to serve you.
A noise came from outside the camera.But Chen Jianjun is very tough: You can, warmly welcome.As he said this, he laughed and rumbled.
Soon, Chen Jianjun's clothes flew past the camera every now and then.
Jeans, thin long pants, fur vests, floral underwear, and white shirt.
This chaotic aura is indescribable and funny. Maybe I will laugh out loud on another occasion.
My mother also took off her thin velvet pants, took off her bra, and left a pair of underwear in the same style.
When she turned around and got under the thin quilt, the black spots wrapped in pink inevitably trembled.
It was not until Chen Jianjun limply lifted the thin quilt that I noticed that the underwear had been quietly taken off at some point and put it on the clothes beside me.
Chen Jianjun drilled into the thin quilt from his feet.
With his mother's scream, his head buried in his crotch, exposing most of his butt to the camera.
He made an exaggerated groan, and the outline of his head kept floating like a swimming, just like a piglet eating his head.
My mother snorted twice during the protest, and then lay down again and leaned back.
The pillow was soft and I couldn't see her expression clearly.
After a while, under another protest from her mother (she caught the pig's head through the quilt), Chen Jianjun stopped eating with satisfaction.
After two sounds, he straightened his waist, arched the pig's head against the thin quilt, and lifted it aside.
So my mother's white body was shyly exposed to her eyes.
The thighs are round, with a hint of blackness hidden between the crotch, and the lower abdomen is still flat, only the pair of breasts stand up straight simply and roughly, like a lighthouse on the sea level.
They were soft and soft, and when my mother used it to cover it, they shook like fermented bean curd.
So many years have passed, and something that is indescribable seems to have changed.
I took a deep breath, sipped two sips of beer, and lit another cigarette.
Turning his face again, Chen Jianjun had already grasped the lighthouse made of fermented tofu.
After rubbing it twice, he smiled and said: So sexy.
My mother didn't say anything.
Sexy and fragrant.
What are you talking about?My mother curled up her left leg and quickly stretched out again.
Say Ah, say you Chen Jianjun bent down and leaned over to his mother's ear, pussy!
This word was deafening, so my mother trembled and she said: Chen Jianjun.
well.Chen Jianjun said this and blocked his mother's mouth.
The mother turned her face and was soon caught up by the piglets again.
After a few times, she seemed to have accepted her fate, and her breathing became more and more rapid in a wet voice.
I could only see Chen Jianjun's pig head and his mother's long hair scattered between the pillows.
And when did these hairs be put down? I didn't pay attention to it, and I couldn't remember it.
After a while, my mother struggled to push Chen Jianjun away.
Hurry up, you will have something to do later.Her chest was undulating.In the extremely limited space, I could also see that pretty face was red.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but just smiled.He touched his mother's face.
Hurry up, my mother turned her head away and whispered for a moment, a smell of sheep...
well.Chen Jianjun smiled and said this, and at the same time he rubbed his crotch.I can only see a glans, average level.
When he was about to bend down, his mother suddenly said: Why are you lifting the quilt? It's cold!
Pa, Chen Jianjun seemed to slap his mother on the butt: Oh, the heating just turned off two days ago!Just talk about this February Tianer...
He lost his voice, turned around and got out of bed, and walked out of the picture.Turn on the air conditioner, turn on the air conditioner!He said.
So the air conditioner turned around, rumbled like a piglet's laughter.
When Chen Jianjun approached his mother again (the peach blossom snake on his back swam in the dynamic, it was indescribable strange), the latter said: Alas.
What?
What did you say?
I'm looking for it, maybe.This guy smiled, rubbed his dick, shook his white butt and sang his head to the bedside table for a while.
There was no Ah, and he said for a while, you won’t be on the ring anymore?
My mother didn't say anything.
Search again.He smiled at his mother, and his nasolabial folds rose.After fiddling outside the camera for a while, he said: Hey, there is really!
My mother still didn't say anything, and she didn't even move for a moment.
Chen Jianjun did not appear immediately. After a few footsteps, music came out.
The snare drum, viola, cello, and 43 beats are undoubtedly orchestral music.
There seems to be tambourines with a single rhythm.
Chen Jianjun climbed onto the bed in the music with ugly and passionate dance steps.
My mother seemed to have bounced her body.
I rubbed my cheeks again, and I couldn't tell whether I had kissed them or not.
When the bass flute was blown gently, Chen Jianjun straightened his waist and spread his mother's legs apart.
He lowered his head and stared for a while, and his right hand couldn't help but beat the beat with the melody, as if he was in a certain kind of madness again.
The clarinet (maybe, or maybe double) rang, followed by a trumpet, harmony, the theme stretched brightly, and a new day was slowly rising.
Chen Jianjun held his second child, owing his waist, and then straightened his hips.
As his chin raised, his mother's legs seemed to tremble.
Maybe it wasn't until this time that I gave up on my fantasy, how ridiculous it was.
I wiped my sweat and leaned on the back of the chair again. I didn't know if I should turn off the video, and even smashed the hard drive angrily.
The people in the video don't have these worries.
With the melody, Chen Jianjun thrust. At first he leaned over and played with his breasts with both hands. Later, when the big tube was played out in a low voice, he straightened up again, held his slender waist, and began to speed up.
So her mother hummed softly, buried her face on the pillow, and held her right hand in vain on the bed until she held the underwear in her hand.
Are you happy?Chen Jianjun gasped.
Mother just hummed.
There is so much water, and the vagina is so slippery.
Still hum.
Fenglan, Chen Jianjun pushed hard twice, breathed a long and relaxed breath when the rich Spanish style sounded again, and his movements became gentle and slow. The rhythm was exactly the opposite of the music. Do you think the afternoon exhibition was too main theme?
The mother twisted her face, threw away the underwear in her hand, and said nothing.
Fenglan.
You know Ah, too.
Well, too much.
Bureaucratic, rigid and ugly.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but made a few tricks.
Mother called out.Be gentle, she moves her feet, being boring and artificial, and it will be strange if it can attract people.
Chen Jianjun still didn't say anything.
We can also invite all units to visit. Ah, mother took a breath and even set up an exhibition to set up an indicator. What's the point.
What are you saying?
Chen Jianjun smiled and slapped his mother on the butt.
With the flute, he started to speed up again.
I don’t care about the affairs of the Drama Association. Besides, I asked them to let go of their hands, but in the end, this thing came out.
These words were jumping, and the notes were thrown out like Chen Jianjun's breath.
My mother screamed several times, and her face buried in the pillow again.She seemed to cut it, but how can she cut it out in this case?I don't know if there is something wrong with my ears.
Anyway, Chen Jianjun paused for a moment, it would be better for Feng Lan.
As he said that, he lifted his mother's big white legs and carried his right leg to his shoulder.
At the same time, parallel parts appeared, and the major chord seemed to have two or three tones. The colors became chaotic and diverse, and the intensity of the theme became stronger and stronger.
A feeling of radiance.
Only then did I realize that the music sounded familiar.
Chen Jianjun raised his head, and the sound of banging sounds kept coming to his ears.
The little feet resting on their shoulders also kept shaking with the rhythm.
My mother shook her head repeatedly, and then she simply climbed onto the arc-shaped backrest.I can't tell why, in the depression, the white knuckles seemed to be vivid in my mind against the brown background.
The storm lasted for about a minute or two, and during which time, my mother's waist was thrusting upward, but Chen Jianjun did not stop. He let out a roar like a pig.
As the piccolo started to play, Chen Jianjun stopped when C major changed to E major.
He gasped fiercely, wiped his sweat, stroked his mother's breasts, and then his cheeks.
Is it good? He smiled, rumbling, his pussy will bite people.
Mother snorted.
Come on, Chen Jianjun took a breath and turned his mother to the side. Then he patted his huge fat buttocks, and the white flesh rippled. As his mother tskated, a ray of ochre-red soft flesh lit up between the buttocks, and change it...
Before Chen Jianjun could finish his words, the picture fell into darkness.
It took me a while to realize that the video was over.
Yes, it's been 58 minutes in total.
I took a long breath and threw away the cigarette butt in my hand.
Next, I was stunned for a long time when facing the black player.
I hesitated whether to open a can of beer again, but the coldness in my stomach was already accidentally striking all over my body.
It was at this moment that the phone rang, and even though it was separated by the wall, the roar of the electric guitar was still so noisy that it was crazy.
I had to stumble towards the bedroom.
It was Chen Yao, and I asked me that I wasn't asleep yet.
Finally, she said: Happy birthday.
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock at the bedside. It was already midnight.
No matter how long or narrow the head is, even if it is a donkey face, it will have a brain breakdown when smashed by a tombstone.
For example, my uncle Lu Yongping.
When he died, I stood aside, the sun was shining brightly.
But it is not in the wheat field at the east end of the village, but on the playground of No. 2 Middle School, you can see the flagpole in front of the rostrum.
But it was trance like the plastic venue of No. 1 Middle School. Yes, it was like a sports meeting. There were many people watching, including mother, grandpa, grandma, teacher Chen, aunt and even Wang Weichao, Zhang Fengtang, and many people from the theater troupe. Sister Xia danced with her sleeves and sang the show.
Then I realized that it was at the intersection of the commercial street, in front of the main entrance of the Red Star Theater, the mottled red stars and stone-carved couplets were still there, and the bronze sculptures on Pinghai Square opposite were flowing with huge black shadows. Xiao Zheng appeared, standing behind Zhang Fengtang, pinching her butt, Lu Hongfeng was standing beside him, expressionless.
This funny scene made me laugh to the sky.
Lu Yongping lay on the ground and turned into a piece of meat. Later, even the piece of meat disappeared without a trace, except for a pool of blood on the ground, leaving a white shirt and a pair of frameless glasses.
My mother was standing beside me, she smiled, and the wind stroked her long hair.
Suddenly, in this gust of wind, a pounding drumbeat sounded, and the white shirt danced, struggling as if to get up.
I took two steps back like an electric shock.
My mother was knocking on the door and she said that the birthday boy should not sleep in.I lifted the quilt and said, the heating was always too much in winter.
Well, what's it, get up quickly!
I stared at the ceiling and didn't say anything.
Going asleep again?Get up quickly Yan Lin!Another thud.
My mother had already gone out when I got up.
I stuffed something casually and chatted with my grandma for a few words.
Although this is inappropriate, I am frankly frank, my grandmother in her seventies and eighties acts too impatient like an amenorrhea woman.
I don’t know what the sings and dances on TV are all about.
After walking around the house for a few times, my grandmother suddenly said: I'm going to have a troupe to rest today, and your mother won't be at home for a while.
I couldn't tell why, but I suddenly sterned and almost cut my hand.
I found an excuse and rode my bike out the door.
The snow in the middle of the road disappeared completely, but the sidewalk was still in chaos.
Inevitably, I walked side by side with the motor vehicles, and the sound of horns continued, and I turned a deaf ear.
As expected, the gate of the Red Star Theater was locked, the fiery red banners and couplets were still there, and huge performance posters were posted on the bulletin board.
I didn't have the time to look carefully, and went straight to the office building.
The building was empty, and there seemed to be an echo after one step.
I'm careful.
The iron gate on the third floor is open, the corridor is smooth and clean, but there is a different kind of light, like the shots in Kubrick's movie.
The conference room, training room, chess and card room are all closed, including my mother's office.
But there was a voice, yes, weak and rough, but it actually slipped out of the crack in the office door.
Without hesitation, I turned in.
Of course, before that, out of politeness, I knocked on the door twice quickly.
While standing there, I saw the three people sitting on the sofa raising their heads together.
An old man and an old lady, with gray hair (although wearing a hat), her eyes were muddy, and when they looked at me, their skin was about to peel off from their faces like cicadas.
It was her mother who spoke first, and she tweaked her hair: Why are you here?
As she said that, she faced the two people on the couch and smiled: My son is on holiday.
The smell of smoke filled the room.
According to my mother, these two are both old seniors in the Ping Opera industry, and the man is the president of Pinghai Opera Association and vice president of the provincial association.
However, the old lady beside him was shaking her cigarette pipe, trembling, but she kept not stopping.
It’s not right for me to sit down, and it’s even more inappropriate to leave, so I had to run around and play with the computer for a while.
After seeing these two people off, my mother asked her to buy vegetables with her.
Originally, I wanted to refuse and just ride a bicycle and go back, but the smile in front of me made it difficult to say something irrelevant.
Along the way, including entering the vegetable market and the supermarket, I didn’t say a few words in total.
My mother asked what was wrong, what could I say, I didn’t say that.
Oh, she glanced at me, she was really the birthday star, she was so awesome!
At noon, my mother worked hard for an hour.
As the food was filled with fragrance, it was not appropriate for me to have a tense face. When my mother took out a big cake like a trick, I could only smile.
As the family watched, I even felt my face burning, as if something inexplicable was spinning in my eyes.
Hey, how ugly this smile is!Grandma frowned.
It's still ugly if it's all like this?My father rubbed his hands and laughed. I was so hungry!
My mother didn't say anything.
Her limbs under her light green sweater are delicate and slim, and she can't tell how beautiful it is.
It was not until she cut the cake that she grabbed my ears: Hehehe, what's going on today? Look at your donkey face. You have grown one year older, and you're still upset to be a birthday star!
I don't want to be upset.
I asked the stooge to drink at night and had to drink, because the evil date of birth has almost become a tradition of celebrating the New Year.
I came out of the hotel and went straight to KTV. I wanted to play mahjong, but everyone said: It's still early!
I was making a fool of myself, and my mother called me to urge me to go back. I said ok and hung up the phone.
About thirty or forty minutes, she called again, and I hid in the still noisy corridor and said: Are you annoying?
My mother didn't say anything, and it took me a while to find out that she had hung up the phone.
Amid the complaints of the idiots, I beat them home.
My father went to bed, and my mother walked out of the bedroom. She didn't say a few words when she saw me, and her attitude was neither cold nor hot.
I wanted to say something, but I had to rush to the bathroom.
My mother stood at the door for a while and finally said: Let me drink it, let me drink it.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when I lay on the bed and opened my eyes again.
I went out to drink some water, but I couldn't sleep anymore. After hesitating for a while, I fucked the mobile hard drive and slipped into the study.
After booting up, I opened the last folder directly and studied the documents.
They are all contracts, including loan contracts, construction project contracts, bidding contracts, cooperative development contracts, etc., and there are quite a few types.
The signers include Chen Jianjun (I have to admit that his handwriting is really beautiful), Niu Xiuqin (her handwriting is more like a star than a star), and others don’t know who else. The terms of the contract are, except for some small grammatical problems, I didn’t see any clues.
I sat there for a while and watched it over and over for more than ten minutes, and finally I opened the first folder.
I want to know what happened to my mother.
Gripping my teeth, almost with a fluke mentality, I clicked on a video casually, and the file name was mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20020509013.
Washing table, mirror, black lace corner.
This video has obviously been browsed briefly.
But I didn't fast forward.
This place is mostly Chen Jianjun’s office.
The camera stopped at the wooden door for dozens of seconds, and Niu Xiuqin had to knock on the door again, and she even called out to Secretary Chen.
Come in!
The loud voice finally came like an imperial edict, so the door opened.
The compartment of more than ten square meters should be the secretary's room, but there is no one at this moment.
At least no one greeted Niu Xiuqin.
Another door was opened, and a few smooth footsteps sounded, and the white shirt rushed towards the camera.
Old Niu Ah Old Niu, look at you, why are you knocking on the door!
How can you not follow the rules?Am I the unruly person?Niu Xiuqin cut.
Xiao Liu is not here, you don’t know. You always call me Lao Chen, and now you are following the rules!Chen Jianjun laughed loudly, rumbled.
Niu Xiuqin also smiled. As soon as the camera lowered, she seemed to sit down.
This little Liu is not in Ah, I have to make tea myself.
There was a diligent footsteps, and the legs in suit pants hit the camera twice.
Soon, the white shirt and the face with nasolabial folds flashed in front of the camera.
Director Niu uses it slowly.He said.
Someone smiled beside him.Female voice.
Niu Xiuqin also laughed. She seemed to lift the lid and fan it, and exaggeratedly said: It smells so good!
After a moment, the camera was bumped up, and she added: Thanks to my niece, we can also enjoy the treatment of Secretary Chen making tea!
What are you saying?The woman next to her seemed to punch her.
Everyone laughed.I couldn't help but sniff.
That thing, when will Director Niu want to have tea? Welcome at any time.
That's good.
Half of the salary will be temporarily deducted.
Good, you old Chen!
The camera was turbulent like a storm, and the laughter became even more intense.
You don't go to the bathroom?I also experience the toilet on the leadership floor, which is really the same as our first floor!
The female voice just laughed and didn't answer.
Of course, Secretary Chen spoke: Look at you, you are a cadre after all. Will you still do our future work?Should the socialist cultural undertakings develop?Can the people be satisfied?
This Chen Jianjun is quite funny.
As she burst into laughter, the camera shook. Chen Jianjun sat on the sofa opposite, with his hands on his knees, Niu Xiuqin's sudden deformed big breast flashed by, and the woman sitting next to her appeared: she was wearing a silver-gray suit and dressed in a curved bun on the back of her head, simple and capable.
She half-covered her mouth and chuckled and turned her face.
I opened my mouth and burped.
Such a quiet night must be particularly loud.
An orange light overflowed from the window of the master bedroom, and you could vaguely hear the voice inside, muttering and hoarse, like a voice wrapped in your throat.
I couldn't capture my mother's voice, maybe she fell asleep, or maybe she was using body language.
After standing there for a moment, I went straight to the kitchen, carried the beer, and then urinated in the bathroom.
Just as the urine was about to end, I suddenly smelled a fishy smell, which came from my nose or stomach, as strong as a rotten hairtail.
It can be imagined that those little yellow croakers and sea cucumbers are inevitably fermenting, bubbling, and releasing biogas.
I was anxiously vomiting in my throat for a while, but I didn't vomit anything.
After passing the living room, the lights in my parents' room were turned off, and the night was silent.
However, when I returned to the study, I was not sure whether I should sit down in front of the computer.
My mother, wearing a big red swimsuit, was under the desk lamp, and in the fluorescence of the monitor, was heroic and as usual. Her fair cheeks, slightly frown brows, and wet hair almost rushed towards her with the sea breeze on the silver beach.
I sniffed and picked up the can of beer.
The photo named f-DSC2002101314472 is just one of the sets of pictures, and there are as many as forty-three.
The first few pictures (judging from the shooting time) use telephoto, with a luxurious background that is unobstructed.
It cannot be said to be luxurious. At least in terms of color, except for a small light brown carpet in front of the sofa and a crimson curtain behind the glass wall, it is mainly simple black and white.
Half the stair handrail, vaguely visible crystal lamp pendant, frosted wall lampshade, semicircular marble gallery columns, long and short sofas and bookcases are all white; while the frames and lengths are shiny black.
Of course, the solid wood floor is brown, or dark yellow, narrow and thick, dense, and spit out a strip of marks and connected to the outside of the carpet into a circle several meters square.
In the middle of the round is a thin white butt. As you know, it belongs to Chen Jianjun.
In fact, this background and tone makes the naked Chen Jianjun look like a fish in the deep sea.
The woman was pressed under the body by a fish, and she could vaguely see some side face.
Her right leg was pressed against the back of the sofa, and her left leg drooped along the edge of the sofa and fell on the carpet.
In particular, a small white hand was held on the man's waist, not sure whether it was resisting or something else.
Perhaps it was because the sunlight had a light pierced out from the gap in the curtain curtain, cut it straight down along the photo, cutting Chen Jianjun in half and splitting it into two.
Just above the waist, I drew a scar along the right shoulder blade, which was slashed in length, like a peach blossom snake. This sudden glance was really shocking.
In the next few photos, the camera gradually narrowed, the fish became clearer, but the sunlight inevitably faded away.
To be honest, Chen Jianjun's posture was a bit funny. He leaned his body, half-kneeled and half-lying, his left foot hung in the air, and his right foot pushed the ground. Judging from the tightness of his thighs, he seemed to be exercising his strength.
It seems that for him, this is not enjoyment, but labor.
The hard-working man put his face between the woman's neck and put his right hand through his armpit and climbed on her shoulder, as if the latter would escape if he didn't.
The woman did not escape, and she probably couldn't escape either. Her face was sideways to the backrest of the sofa, allowing her plump left breast to be exposed to the sky during the squeeze.
The angry nipples like purple grapes were glimpsed at once, but were preserved by humans in a strange way.
Although the woman was still wearing a bra, she was pushed roughly above her breasts, and her underwear was not so lucky. She completely and resolutely slid on the carpet at her feet.
So what can a little purple thing be if it is not underwear?
I even wondered if my mother had such a pair of underwear, and the answer was, I don’t know.
The clothes of the two of them were scattered on the single sofa next to them, and the white shirt was the first to be shocking.
There may be a pair of familiar wide-leg pants in the meantime, but to be honest, there are quite a few ladies wearing similar things in the past two years.
As for the pair of silver stilettos scattered beside the shorts, I remember that my mother had such a pair. I remember that when she came back from Pingyang on the 11th that year, she wore such a pair of shoes to slap me in the city and dressed up.
But, since it is a product, which consumer cannot buy it?
Obviously, not only the focal length is closer, but the shooting location is also approaching. Before we knew it, the previous side-down lens was gradually approaching level.
The two people in the photo are immersed in their own world, indifferent.
There was almost no change in several pictures. Except for the one in which the flower-shooting work, Chen Jianjun's hind hip-tip blade changed into a ghost shadow like a warrior, you can also call it a visual presentation of the Great Shift of the Universe.
Very magical feeling.
However, in the next two pictures, Chen Jianjun half supported himself (his hands were still climbing on the woman's shoulders, and the scars behind him became more obvious, with bright whiteness in the red, as if a snake had peeled off his skin), and raised his head, so his mother's face was exposed between her loose hair.
I can't say that expression, it's a little hazy, but it's undoubtedly blushing.
There was a picture where she turned her face toward the camera, her head was lightly tilted, and her snow-white neck stretched out a sad curve like a swan neck.
I could even see the little bit of fragrant sweat condensed on it.
The familiar eyes narrowed slightly, a strand of wet hair pressed against the ears, and it curled playfully, but the red lips were half open, as if a stream of hot air was rushing out uncontrollably.
Perhaps because of the static reason, my mother's light opening of her mouth gave me an indescribable feeling, as if it was much redder than usual. In an instant, a terrible sound climbed out along the corner of her lips and spread on the pixel plane.
I suddenly felt dizzy.
The scenes in those dreams, the infinitely elongated shadows of the tree and the endless whistles, everything seemed to be right in front of you.
But Chen Jianjun's ears might not work very well. He ignored all this and turned his face stubbornly towards the camera.
Nasolabial folds, the reflection of the glasses, and sweat gathering on the jaw, shaking.
He opened his mouth in surprise, arched his body upwards, lowered his head again, fully supported his arms, lowered his head again, turned his face again, and opened his mouth wider, so the nasolabial ribbing knife became vivid as if it were engraved.
Finally he got up, grabbed a few clothes from the single sofa and threw them to the woman under him, and pulled a white shirt himself.
During these several static processes, the sweat drops in the jaw disappeared, and no one could say when it hanged.
However, Chen Jianjun's penis was straight and even though he was covered with his hands, he still struggled to show off.
He didn't wear a condom.
As for my mother, I couldn't say it well. It seemed as if I had just woken up from a dream, and my eyes suddenly opened wide, as if some light was piercing in.
His mouth was also open, and his left hand initially held Chen Jianjun's waist, and later he grabbed the sofa cushion tightly. The moans from the high-end leather were almost close to his ears.
When the man got up, the woman quickly shrank into a ball on the sofa.
But this is a process.
The straight white legs were retracted from the edge of the sofa, and a touch of black spilled out from between the crotch. Before the bra could be pulled down, a snow-white breast stood up behind Chen Jianjun's dick that was about to cover up.
Gins and nipples.
When Chen Jianjun finally covered his lower body with a white shirt, his mother had already buried her in the clothes room and lowered her head.
But the camera was unyielding and continued to approach.
Chen Jianjun covered his white shirt with his left hand and pointed his right hand at the camera as any cadre of our party usually does.
The camera should have shaking, and the picture is a bit chaotic.
Maybe it's too nervous?
Or angry?
No one can say it well.
But the next few pictures gradually became stable, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were orderly.
Two middle focals (the one that was opened by chance was f-DSC2002101314472), two short focals, and even four or five close-ups of the face.
Chen Jianjun's expression was hard to say, his face was red (maybe because his skin was white, just like drinking alcohol), his veins were bulging, and even the mouth that touched his nasolabial folds was square and round for a while.
The blue stubble was covered with sweat, like sticky syrup.
I suddenly felt that if I continued like this, he might die of a stroke.
Of course, it's just a luxury.
As for my mother, she was like a hostage, and she had her head down for most of the time, her eyes scattered on some light brown carpet.
She didn't even reach out to cover her face.
I don't know what she is thinking.
Maybe I don’t know what I’m thinking, but I just feel that my hot head is flipping back and forth in these photos, and the tank is bursting.
And on such a sweaty winter night, beer will calm you down. After two cans of stuffyness in a row, I came to my senses in the coldness and saturation inside.
Without much hesitation, I clicked on the first video in the first folder again.
I dragged and pulled repeatedly, looked at it with wide eyes, but I still couldn't confirm the identity of the woman.
But the man is undoubtedly Chen Jianjun. Even in these 200,000-pixel ink pieces, his different aura is as impressive as body odor.
I lit a cigarette and didn't give myself a chance to breathe. I opened the second video (mini-DV-dcr-pc110E-20020323084).
The picture is dark, with only a few rays of light overflowing from the edge.
The camera swayed and moved upward, accompanied by the movement of high heels.
The picture lit up a few seconds later, and what caught my eye was the gradually moving away palms, as well as the knees and thighs wrapped in flesh-colored leggings.
There are also calfs, but mainly thighs, and upwards are the plump belly under the black tight skirt.
The black line is still there, and it is a little on the left side. At one point I thought it was the thread hanging on the skirt.
After a moment, she twisted her waist, twisted back after swaying, and bent down to the camera (without showing her face).
Accompanied by some friction, she said: A pair of sluts, a bad pussy!
The sound was not loud, but it scared me. It was undoubtedly Niu Xiuqin.
The old aunt stomped her feet, walked a few more steps, and then she picked up a denim bag on the ground and disappeared in front of the camera.
The sound of the high heels knocking on the ground gradually drifted away, and it might have been paused several times. With the loud noise of the security door, it disappeared in the end.
But something was left behind, such as the bedroom in front of me, the closed dark curtains, the radiator, the oval European-style bed, the calendar, the half-head table, the empty ashtray, and even a ball of toilet paper vaguely visible under the bed cover.
The silence lasted for seven or eight minutes, and I took it twice the speed.
I don't want to miss anything, but I can't wait stupidly. No one can say what Niu Xiuqin's realist masterpieces will use to test your nerves.
It's not up to her, but reality. What I'm playing in front of me is reality.
The sound naturally starts from the beginning of the door.
Come on, come in!The male voice is a bit blurry, but the tone is loud.
ah!High heels, hesitated in courteousness, and sighed softly.
Tsk, come in, give me all the things!A series of footsteps, high speed, smooth, come in and wipe, Ah.
Change shoes?
Oh, it’s okay to change it or not. It’s been a long time since I lived in it, so my aunt will come here once a while later.Pause for a moment, look at you, I feel embarrassed, OK, change my shoes!
Both of them laughed, and although they didn't want to admit it, the female voice did sound a little familiar.
Then there was the sound of chaotic footsteps.
The woman walked a few steps and probably stayed in the living room.
The man's tractor was like a squirting, "Sit down, sit down, but he didn't know where he was heading.
After a while, he finally came back: Come on, wipe, a new towel.
Yo!
How about taking a shower?This February Tianer is like a child’s face. She changes at any time, and it’s a weird thing!Alas, why don’t you sit there!
Didn't you see it?After a moment of saliva, smile, I won’t wash it anymore, just wipe it, it’s not as good as Ma Zhilai’s urine.
Then you wash your hands, I will take the plate, Ah, and take the plate intact.The tractor starts slowly.
Where is it?The woman's steps were gentle, as if she was afraid of stepping on the floor.
What?
Plate Ah, where is the plate?The sound became more and more blurry. I see you... your hands are like chicken feet. You can hold a pen, but how can you do this?
Hey, don’t look down on others, we are still considered a woman at home!The door rang, and the man's voice suddenly increased a little.
The woman seemed to smile and didn't say anything.
After rummaging through the boxes and the sound of plates colliding, the faucet was turned on.
Look, don't you believe it yet?Sigh.
The woman still didn't say anything.The plate sounded and the water was rushing.
What had to do by yourself in Yunnan back then?We can also count, Ah, the labor expert in the farm ten miles away!
The sound of running water.
I've gotten twice the red flag...
Enough is it?
Enough is enough, the rag, the door creaked, water, I'll get it.
The plate is so crispy.The faucet is off.Chaotic footsteps.
How about our old nest?I lived here as soon as I returned to Pinghai.
Well, rich people are different.
What are you talking about!
The woman smiled.The friction sound of plastic bags.
Ah, it smells so fragrant.I personally think this man is almost mentally retarded.
Well, it smells good, but the woman agrees quite well. What, bait?
Tengchong bait wire!
There are inevitably people eating in the movie, but it is really the first time I heard that people eat.
The meal was extremely long, and the two of them were talking and laughing (mostly the men were talking).
Those words were wrapped in food and jumped gently in their throats, and suddenly they were warm and radiated on such a winter night.
I even developed a little jealousy.
Most of the time, men talk about Yunnan, talking about how this dish is, how the local villagers make it, and what customs and habits are very different from the north.
There is also silence occasionally.
Only the subtle chewing sounds, the sound of chairs rubbing on the floor, and the sound of tableware colliding.
But I couldn't guess what was filled with the gaps of words in the misty heat.
The man is always diligently cutting a lamb, inviting the woman to eat something, and then eat something.
But the woman said: You made a big meal into a lunch box!
It is a resounding sound.
Both of them laughed.
After a while, the man said: It seems that you haven’t eaten enough lunch boxes.
I can never eat enough Ah, so how can we artists in the world have to leave boxed lunches?
What fate is it? The man smiles for a moment, his tone rises, and he drinks something, forgets everything.
The woman didn't say anything.
This little milk tea is enough!
The tractor started moving again.Soon, with a bang, the man returned.
Are you really open?
Tsk, it's raining, come, pour the wine, come and take less.
Enough is enough!
You have drunk the old cow and are still pretending?Is this OK?
The woman cut her mouth.
The man smiled and continued to pour wine: Take a little less, Ah, drink some good wine, milk residue, daddy, lamb, and you have to match this wine!
Yes?
Then, the man sat down and seemed to stand up again for a moment. Touch?I wish you, Ah, I wish you a prosperous and prosperous Feng Dance Theatre Troupe, I wish you a prosperous Pingju career, I wish you...
You Ah, you can’t live without these scenes.The woman smiled and interrupted him.But I couldn't laugh.
The scene is also true, so I will give you some blessings in my heart!
I couldn't hear the sound of clinking cups, but the sound of liquid passing through my throat was extremely clear, and it sounded like a dove.
The student gave it to me, Burgundy, what brand of... tsk, anyway, when I was lying in the red mud in Yunnan, I really didn't expect that there would be such a day.
The mother also sighed lightly.
You can't tell whether those days were good or bad. You were obviously rolling in the mud, crying and calling your parents, but now you climb up, you can't help but look back.
Well, it's old.
It's Ah, come old!
This time I heard the sound of clinking cups.The pigeon yells, or rather, it is the sound of drinking a cow.
Drink slowly and ruin good wine.
Cool!Chen Jianjun sighed and laughed, rumbled.
Sprinkle sound.
OK OK, you still drink Ah.
What are you afraid of red wine? I’ll just laugh. I’ll give you less, so I’ll be happy today.
Just about it.
Zhao Hongzhuang loves to care about me, especially when drinking.The tone did not decrease, but the sound became much softer, as if the tender buds had just popped up after the early spring rain.
My mother didn't say anything, and seemed to have a drink.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, and cut the lamb again.After a while, he said: Come on some more?
Full.
During the years when I was teaching, I ran to Yunnan a lot. The Corps was gone long ago and the farm became a rubber factory.
The ground was still red and blood-stained. I went up the mountain and someone led me. After walking for a day or two, the small wooden house that was blocked by me was still there, the roof was gone, and it turned into a piece of wood.
The cellar was also filled in, thinking that it was really a net of heaven and earth back then.
No one spoke for a while.
Come on, touch it.
The rain has stopped, right?
If Zhao Hongzhuang hadn't brought a semiconductor secretly over here, I wouldn't have been able to survive that year.
My mother didn't say anything.
I listened to Pingju Opera from that time. Most of the time I spoke Cantonese. I changed to Mandarin at four o'clock every afternoon. I played old Pingju Opera. Chen Jianjun drank a little wine and smiled. It was mainly Bai Yushuang, "Taohua Temple", "Empty Valley Orchid", "Pearl Shirt", etc. She had records overseas, and there were also those after liberation, including Xiao Bai Yushuang, Xinfengxia, Hua Shulan, Ah, "Qin Xianglian", Ah, "Flower as a Mediator", and "Liu Qiaoer", very few, and they were all over and over again. As soon as this new Fengxia opened her mouth...
Chen Jianjun was gone, and his mother took over the conversation: Better than me, I secretly sing my throat all day long, just listening to some model operas.After saying that, she chuckled softly.
Silence again.
After about half a minute, the chair squeaked, and the collision of glass or porcelain sounded like a thud.I don't know what's going on.
Fenglan Ah.
Old Chen!Don't……
The chair was screaming sharply, and my mother let out a light sound.I immediately stepped on the back of the chair and stood up.
Old Chen, don't do this.The sound is very low.
There was a rustling sound, a heavy breathing sound, and another squeak on the chair.
Fenglan Ah.
Old Chen!My mother whined for a while and then screamed. I couldn't say her voice, as if she finally took a breath.
Fenglan Ah.Old Chen is probably crazy.
Secretary Chen!Chen Jianjun!You can let go!
Two dong dong sounds, followed by a loud dong sound.
Chen Jianjun shouted, "No, not Ah, not Ah, not Ouch, but Hoh."
This is not good, my mother's voice is very low, I...
silence.
Chen Jianjun sighed and seemed to have climbed up from the ground for a while.
Fenglan.
Silence again.
The sound of footsteps stands firm.
The mother seemed to take a deep breath, and a word came out of her throat, and then she pressed down again.
Remember, you are forced, you are forced, I coerce you, why should I help you, the theater troupe? I have a purpose, I have bad intentions, I coerce you, I want to go to hell, I go to hell, I go to hell.
His voice was high and low, with a slight slight slight slight, his speech was accurate, his speech was extremely fast, and his landing became softer.
The mother didn't say anything, but sighed.Slow, long.
Fenglan.Men follow the same example.
No sound.After a while, something squeaked and fell into silence again.So the electromagnetic sound becomes more and more noisy.
I'll go take a shower.After a long time she said.
I couldn't help but sniff.
I don't allow it, you are forced!Chen Jianjun's voice was gloomy.
Both of them laughed.Short, soothing.But I smelled a hesitant embarrassment.
After a moment, my mother sighed softly again.
I just... like... this smell in you.
The rustling sounded again, the exaggerated inhalation sound, and I could imagine the kind of kneading and sniffing.My mother nodded, and her breathing became rapid after a while.
I collapsed onto the chair again, and I didn't know what to do.
The sound in the living room lasted for a long time, sometimes with a crisp sound, followed by a soft hum of my mother.
Later, the bedroom door was pushed open, and the woman fell on the bed without exception. The light yellow thread was lifted up, revealing a spotted pink bra. The dark casual trousers on her lower body were also buttoned. The waist of the pants was half-disappeared and hung on her hips. The man pressed it down. She instinctively turned her face and said, "Who is it if it's not mother?"
I sniffed and picked up a can of beer again.
In this effort, Chen Jianjun pushed open his bra and pinched his two breasts.
He was so confused that he licked his head.
I could see his scalp exposed head and a circle of white breasts.
The sound of sucking jelly stocks is more exaggerated than in the porn movies. Maybe he can be a good actor.
The mother looked sideways, her lips pursed, and she never made any sound.
But the red cloud on both cheeks could not be concealed.
Only then did I realize that the resolution of the previous video was much higher, at least one megapixel, which is good or bad, and I can't say it well.
Chen Jianjun was endless, but his mother was impatient.
OK!Her right hand covered her face, why is it like a child?
So Chen Jianjun smiled and went to take off his mother's clothes.But the latter stood up: Tsk, come by yourself.
In front of the camera with a slightly left leaning back, my mother took off her thread and twisted her body to fold it.Then there are casual trousers.When her trousers were halfway, she lowered her head and said: Why are you standing there stupidly? Waiting for me to serve you.
A noise came from outside the camera.But Chen Jianjun is very tough: You can, warmly welcome.As he said this, he laughed and rumbled.
Soon, Chen Jianjun's clothes flew past the camera every now and then.
Jeans, thin long pants, fur vests, floral underwear, and white shirt.
This chaotic aura is indescribable and funny. Maybe I will laugh out loud on another occasion.
My mother also took off her thin velvet pants, took off her bra, and left a pair of underwear in the same style.
When she turned around and got under the thin quilt, the black spots wrapped in pink inevitably trembled.
It was not until Chen Jianjun limply lifted the thin quilt that I noticed that the underwear had been quietly taken off at some point and put it on the clothes beside me.
Chen Jianjun drilled into the thin quilt from his feet.
With his mother's scream, his head buried in his crotch, exposing most of his butt to the camera.
He made an exaggerated groan, and the outline of his head kept floating like a swimming, just like a piglet eating his head.
My mother snorted twice during the protest, and then lay down again and leaned back.
The pillow was soft and I couldn't see her expression clearly.
After a while, under another protest from her mother (she caught the pig's head through the quilt), Chen Jianjun stopped eating with satisfaction.
After two sounds, he straightened his waist, arched the pig's head against the thin quilt, and lifted it aside.
So my mother's white body was shyly exposed to her eyes.
The thighs are round, with a hint of blackness hidden between the crotch, and the lower abdomen is still flat, only the pair of breasts stand up straight simply and roughly, like a lighthouse on the sea level.
They were soft and soft, and when my mother used it to cover it, they shook like fermented bean curd.
So many years have passed, and something that is indescribable seems to have changed.
I took a deep breath, sipped two sips of beer, and lit another cigarette.
Turning his face again, Chen Jianjun had already grasped the lighthouse made of fermented tofu.
After rubbing it twice, he smiled and said: So sexy.
My mother didn't say anything.
Sexy and fragrant.
What are you talking about?My mother curled up her left leg and quickly stretched out again.
Say Ah, say you Chen Jianjun bent down and leaned over to his mother's ear, pussy!
This word was deafening, so my mother trembled and she said: Chen Jianjun.
well.Chen Jianjun said this and blocked his mother's mouth.
The mother turned her face and was soon caught up by the piglets again.
After a few times, she seemed to have accepted her fate, and her breathing became more and more rapid in a wet voice.
I could only see Chen Jianjun's pig head and his mother's long hair scattered between the pillows.
And when did these hairs be put down? I didn't pay attention to it, and I couldn't remember it.
After a while, my mother struggled to push Chen Jianjun away.
Hurry up, you will have something to do later.Her chest was undulating.In the extremely limited space, I could also see that pretty face was red.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but just smiled.He touched his mother's face.
Hurry up, my mother turned her head away and whispered for a moment, a smell of sheep...
well.Chen Jianjun smiled and said this, and at the same time he rubbed his crotch.I can only see a glans, average level.
When he was about to bend down, his mother suddenly said: Why are you lifting the quilt? It's cold!
Pa, Chen Jianjun seemed to slap his mother on the butt: Oh, the heating just turned off two days ago!Just talk about this February Tianer...
He lost his voice, turned around and got out of bed, and walked out of the picture.Turn on the air conditioner, turn on the air conditioner!He said.
So the air conditioner turned around, rumbled like a piglet's laughter.
When Chen Jianjun approached his mother again (the peach blossom snake on his back swam in the dynamic, it was indescribable strange), the latter said: Alas.
What?
What did you say?
I'm looking for it, maybe.This guy smiled, rubbed his dick, shook his white butt and sang his head to the bedside table for a while.
There was no Ah, and he said for a while, you won’t be on the ring anymore?
My mother didn't say anything.
Search again.He smiled at his mother, and his nasolabial folds rose.After fiddling outside the camera for a while, he said: Hey, there is really!
My mother still didn't say anything, and she didn't even move for a moment.
Chen Jianjun did not appear immediately. After a few footsteps, music came out.
The snare drum, viola, cello, and 43 beats are undoubtedly orchestral music.
There seems to be tambourines with a single rhythm.
Chen Jianjun climbed onto the bed in the music with ugly and passionate dance steps.
My mother seemed to have bounced her body.
I rubbed my cheeks again, and I couldn't tell whether I had kissed them or not.
When the bass flute was blown gently, Chen Jianjun straightened his waist and spread his mother's legs apart.
He lowered his head and stared for a while, and his right hand couldn't help but beat the beat with the melody, as if he was in a certain kind of madness again.
The clarinet (maybe, or maybe double) rang, followed by a trumpet, harmony, the theme stretched brightly, and a new day was slowly rising.
Chen Jianjun held his second child, owing his waist, and then straightened his hips.
As his chin raised, his mother's legs seemed to tremble.
Maybe it wasn't until this time that I gave up on my fantasy, how ridiculous it was.
I wiped my sweat and leaned on the back of the chair again. I didn't know if I should turn off the video, and even smashed the hard drive angrily.
The people in the video don't have these worries.
With the melody, Chen Jianjun thrust. At first he leaned over and played with his breasts with both hands. Later, when the big tube was played out in a low voice, he straightened up again, held his slender waist, and began to speed up.
So her mother hummed softly, buried her face on the pillow, and held her right hand in vain on the bed until she held the underwear in her hand.
Are you happy?Chen Jianjun gasped.
Mother just hummed.
There is so much water, and the vagina is so slippery.
Still hum.
Fenglan, Chen Jianjun pushed hard twice, breathed a long and relaxed breath when the rich Spanish style sounded again, and his movements became gentle and slow. The rhythm was exactly the opposite of the music. Do you think the afternoon exhibition was too main theme?
The mother twisted her face, threw away the underwear in her hand, and said nothing.
Fenglan.
You know Ah, too.
Well, too much.
Bureaucratic, rigid and ugly.
Chen Jianjun didn't say anything, but made a few tricks.
Mother called out.Be gentle, she moves her feet, being boring and artificial, and it will be strange if it can attract people.
Chen Jianjun still didn't say anything.
We can also invite all units to visit. Ah, mother took a breath and even set up an exhibition to set up an indicator. What's the point.
What are you saying?
Chen Jianjun smiled and slapped his mother on the butt.
With the flute, he started to speed up again.
I don’t care about the affairs of the Drama Association. Besides, I asked them to let go of their hands, but in the end, this thing came out.
These words were jumping, and the notes were thrown out like Chen Jianjun's breath.
My mother screamed several times, and her face buried in the pillow again.She seemed to cut it, but how can she cut it out in this case?I don't know if there is something wrong with my ears.
Anyway, Chen Jianjun paused for a moment, it would be better for Feng Lan.
As he said that, he lifted his mother's big white legs and carried his right leg to his shoulder.
At the same time, parallel parts appeared, and the major chord seemed to have two or three tones. The colors became chaotic and diverse, and the intensity of the theme became stronger and stronger.
A feeling of radiance.
Only then did I realize that the music sounded familiar.
Chen Jianjun raised his head, and the sound of banging sounds kept coming to his ears.
The little feet resting on their shoulders also kept shaking with the rhythm.
My mother shook her head repeatedly, and then she simply climbed onto the arc-shaped backrest.I can't tell why, in the depression, the white knuckles seemed to be vivid in my mind against the brown background.
The storm lasted for about a minute or two, and during which time, my mother's waist was thrusting upward, but Chen Jianjun did not stop. He let out a roar like a pig.
As the piccolo started to play, Chen Jianjun stopped when C major changed to E major.
He gasped fiercely, wiped his sweat, stroked his mother's breasts, and then his cheeks.
Is it good? He smiled, rumbling, his pussy will bite people.
Mother snorted.
Come on, Chen Jianjun took a breath and turned his mother to the side. Then he patted his huge fat buttocks, and the white flesh rippled. As his mother tskated, a ray of ochre-red soft flesh lit up between the buttocks, and change it...
Before Chen Jianjun could finish his words, the picture fell into darkness.
It took me a while to realize that the video was over.
Yes, it's been 58 minutes in total.
I took a long breath and threw away the cigarette butt in my hand.
Next, I was stunned for a long time when facing the black player.
I hesitated whether to open a can of beer again, but the coldness in my stomach was already accidentally striking all over my body.
It was at this moment that the phone rang, and even though it was separated by the wall, the roar of the electric guitar was still so noisy that it was crazy.
I had to stumble towards the bedroom.
It was Chen Yao, and I asked me that I wasn't asleep yet.
Finally, she said: Happy birthday.
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock at the bedside. It was already midnight.
No matter how long or narrow the head is, even if it is a donkey face, it will have a brain breakdown when smashed by a tombstone.
For example, my uncle Lu Yongping.
When he died, I stood aside, the sun was shining brightly.
But it is not in the wheat field at the east end of the village, but on the playground of No. 2 Middle School, you can see the flagpole in front of the rostrum.
But it was trance like the plastic venue of No. 1 Middle School. Yes, it was like a sports meeting. There were many people watching, including mother, grandpa, grandma, teacher Chen, aunt and even Wang Weichao, Zhang Fengtang, and many people from the theater troupe. Sister Xia danced with her sleeves and sang the show.
Then I realized that it was at the intersection of the commercial street, in front of the main entrance of the Red Star Theater, the mottled red stars and stone-carved couplets were still there, and the bronze sculptures on Pinghai Square opposite were flowing with huge black shadows. Xiao Zheng appeared, standing behind Zhang Fengtang, pinching her butt, Lu Hongfeng was standing beside him, expressionless.
This funny scene made me laugh to the sky.
Lu Yongping lay on the ground and turned into a piece of meat. Later, even the piece of meat disappeared without a trace, except for a pool of blood on the ground, leaving a white shirt and a pair of frameless glasses.
My mother was standing beside me, she smiled, and the wind stroked her long hair.
Suddenly, in this gust of wind, a pounding drumbeat sounded, and the white shirt danced, struggling as if to get up.
I took two steps back like an electric shock.
My mother was knocking on the door and she said that the birthday boy should not sleep in.I lifted the quilt and said, the heating was always too much in winter.
Well, what's it, get up quickly!
I stared at the ceiling and didn't say anything.
Going asleep again?Get up quickly Yan Lin!Another thud.
My mother had already gone out when I got up.
I stuffed something casually and chatted with my grandma for a few words.
Although this is inappropriate, I am frankly frank, my grandmother in her seventies and eighties acts too impatient like an amenorrhea woman.
I don’t know what the sings and dances on TV are all about.
After walking around the house for a few times, my grandmother suddenly said: I'm going to have a troupe to rest today, and your mother won't be at home for a while.
I couldn't tell why, but I suddenly sterned and almost cut my hand.
I found an excuse and rode my bike out the door.
The snow in the middle of the road disappeared completely, but the sidewalk was still in chaos.
Inevitably, I walked side by side with the motor vehicles, and the sound of horns continued, and I turned a deaf ear.
As expected, the gate of the Red Star Theater was locked, the fiery red banners and couplets were still there, and huge performance posters were posted on the bulletin board.
I didn't have the time to look carefully, and went straight to the office building.
The building was empty, and there seemed to be an echo after one step.
I'm careful.
The iron gate on the third floor is open, the corridor is smooth and clean, but there is a different kind of light, like the shots in Kubrick's movie.
The conference room, training room, chess and card room are all closed, including my mother's office.
But there was a voice, yes, weak and rough, but it actually slipped out of the crack in the office door.
Without hesitation, I turned in.
Of course, before that, out of politeness, I knocked on the door twice quickly.
While standing there, I saw the three people sitting on the sofa raising their heads together.
An old man and an old lady, with gray hair (although wearing a hat), her eyes were muddy, and when they looked at me, their skin was about to peel off from their faces like cicadas.
It was her mother who spoke first, and she tweaked her hair: Why are you here?
As she said that, she faced the two people on the couch and smiled: My son is on holiday.
The smell of smoke filled the room.
According to my mother, these two are both old seniors in the Ping Opera industry, and the man is the president of Pinghai Opera Association and vice president of the provincial association.
However, the old lady beside him was shaking her cigarette pipe, trembling, but she kept not stopping.
It’s not right for me to sit down, and it’s even more inappropriate to leave, so I had to run around and play with the computer for a while.
After seeing these two people off, my mother asked her to buy vegetables with her.
Originally, I wanted to refuse and just ride a bicycle and go back, but the smile in front of me made it difficult to say something irrelevant.
Along the way, including entering the vegetable market and the supermarket, I didn’t say a few words in total.
My mother asked what was wrong, what could I say, I didn’t say that.
Oh, she glanced at me, she was really the birthday star, she was so awesome!
At noon, my mother worked hard for an hour.
As the food was filled with fragrance, it was not appropriate for me to have a tense face. When my mother took out a big cake like a trick, I could only smile.
As the family watched, I even felt my face burning, as if something inexplicable was spinning in my eyes.
Hey, how ugly this smile is!Grandma frowned.
It's still ugly if it's all like this?My father rubbed his hands and laughed. I was so hungry!
My mother didn't say anything.
Her limbs under her light green sweater are delicate and slim, and she can't tell how beautiful it is.
It was not until she cut the cake that she grabbed my ears: Hehehe, what's going on today? Look at your donkey face. You have grown one year older, and you're still upset to be a birthday star!
I don't want to be upset.
I asked the stooge to drink at night and had to drink, because the evil date of birth has almost become a tradition of celebrating the New Year.
I came out of the hotel and went straight to KTV. I wanted to play mahjong, but everyone said: It's still early!
I was making a fool of myself, and my mother called me to urge me to go back. I said ok and hung up the phone.
About thirty or forty minutes, she called again, and I hid in the still noisy corridor and said: Are you annoying?
My mother didn't say anything, and it took me a while to find out that she had hung up the phone.
Amid the complaints of the idiots, I beat them home.
My father went to bed, and my mother walked out of the bedroom. She didn't say a few words when she saw me, and her attitude was neither cold nor hot.
I wanted to say something, but I had to rush to the bathroom.
My mother stood at the door for a while and finally said: Let me drink it, let me drink it.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when I lay on the bed and opened my eyes again.
I went out to drink some water, but I couldn't sleep anymore. After hesitating for a while, I fucked the mobile hard drive and slipped into the study.
After booting up, I opened the last folder directly and studied the documents.
They are all contracts, including loan contracts, construction project contracts, bidding contracts, cooperative development contracts, etc., and there are quite a few types.
The signers include Chen Jianjun (I have to admit that his handwriting is really beautiful), Niu Xiuqin (her handwriting is more like a star than a star), and others don’t know who else. The terms of the contract are, except for some small grammatical problems, I didn’t see any clues.
I sat there for a while and watched it over and over for more than ten minutes, and finally I opened the first folder.
I want to know what happened to my mother.
Gripping my teeth, almost with a fluke mentality, I clicked on a video casually, and the file name was mini-DV-dcr-iplk-20020509013.
Washing table, mirror, black lace corner.
This video has obviously been browsed briefly.
But I didn't fast forward.
This place is mostly Chen Jianjun’s office.
The camera stopped at the wooden door for dozens of seconds, and Niu Xiuqin had to knock on the door again, and she even called out to Secretary Chen.
Come in!
The loud voice finally came like an imperial edict, so the door opened.
The compartment of more than ten square meters should be the secretary's room, but there is no one at this moment.
At least no one greeted Niu Xiuqin.
Another door was opened, and a few smooth footsteps sounded, and the white shirt rushed towards the camera.
Old Niu Ah Old Niu, look at you, why are you knocking on the door!
How can you not follow the rules?Am I the unruly person?Niu Xiuqin cut.
Xiao Liu is not here, you don’t know. You always call me Lao Chen, and now you are following the rules!Chen Jianjun laughed loudly, rumbled.
Niu Xiuqin also smiled. As soon as the camera lowered, she seemed to sit down.
This little Liu is not in Ah, I have to make tea myself.
There was a diligent footsteps, and the legs in suit pants hit the camera twice.
Soon, the white shirt and the face with nasolabial folds flashed in front of the camera.
Director Niu uses it slowly.He said.
Someone smiled beside him.Female voice.
Niu Xiuqin also laughed. She seemed to lift the lid and fan it, and exaggeratedly said: It smells so good!
After a moment, the camera was bumped up, and she added: Thanks to my niece, we can also enjoy the treatment of Secretary Chen making tea!
What are you saying?The woman next to her seemed to punch her.
Everyone laughed.I couldn't help but sniff.
That thing, when will Director Niu want to have tea? Welcome at any time.
That's good.
Half of the salary will be temporarily deducted.
Good, you old Chen!
The camera was turbulent like a storm, and the laughter became even more intense.
You don't go to the bathroom?I also experience the toilet on the leadership floor, which is really the same as our first floor!
The female voice just laughed and didn't answer.
Of course, Secretary Chen spoke: Look at you, you are a cadre after all. Will you still do our future work?Should the socialist cultural undertakings develop?Can the people be satisfied?
This Chen Jianjun is quite funny.
As she burst into laughter, the camera shook. Chen Jianjun sat on the sofa opposite, with his hands on his knees, Niu Xiuqin's sudden deformed big breast flashed by, and the woman sitting next to her appeared: she was wearing a silver-gray suit and dressed in a curved bun on the back of her head, simple and capable.
She half-covered her mouth and chuckled and turned her face.
I opened my mouth and burped.
Such a quiet night must be particularly loud.
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