Chapter 10

I met my father a few days before school started.

Because the remaining sentence was less than one year, he was not transferred to the execution and continued to be detained in the detention center.

Of course, whether it is a detention center or a prison, there is no difference between me and me, it is nothing more than a prison, a wilderness, a striking red slogan, and an endless wall.

My father seemed to have lost weight again, maybe because his hair was cleaned up, and he looked energetic.

As soon as he saw us, he laughed first, but before the curve of the corners of his mouth opened, he rolled down with tears.

Through the glass, I could see my father's red eyes and the corners of his mouth that kept twitching.

The shiny cheeks shone with tears that diluted the time, and together with the solemn cut and pasted characters on the wall behind him, it was deeply imprinted in my mind.

To this day, whenever the word "father" is mentioned, the first thing that comes to my eyes is the above image.

This reminds me of Luo Zhongli's famous "Father" who has a father with a ravine and I have a father with tears.

Perhaps our repeated advice worked, or perhaps the narrow and cramped meeting room released a cramped majesty. Grandma covered her mouth tightly and did not cry out.

Grandpa was leaning on a crutch and slamming his whole body.

I hurried up to support him, for fear that he would sit on the ground.

My mother stood far behind, silently, like an outsider.

The two old men held the microphone, snot and tears, and did not say anything decent.

After almost all the time wasted, my grandma handed me the microphone.

I trembled and screamed, dad, and found that I had become a tearful person.

My father seemed to have nothing to say to me, so he called Linlin a few times, wiped away two tears, and asked me to give the microphone to my mother.

But her mother didn't answer, so she turned around and walked out.

At that moment, my father burst into tears and hammered the table beneath him.

The two prison guards behind him hurriedly took action, which curbed the prisoner's arrogance.

The result is that the meeting ends here, and there is not much time left anyway.

Before leaving, my father told me to take good care of my mother and not to make her angry.

When he was taken out of the meeting room, he turned around step by step, not knowing what he was mumbling.

This scene made my grandma unable to hold on anymore, and the scene of howling ghosts and wolves could not be avoided.

Silence all the way.

As soon as Teacher Chen left, grandma complained, saying that her mother was unkind and that no matter how wrong the peace was, it was your husband.

Grandpa didn't know if he couldn't hold on, so he knelt on the ground with a thud, saying that all the mistakes were his fault, begging his mother to forgive peace.

My mother and I rushed to help him up, turned her face away, but didn't say anything.

It took her a long time to sigh and said softly: What are you doing?

It was noon, with the scorching sun, and the late summer heat was mixed with a hint of unaware coolness.As soon as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of my mother's two crystal clear eyes, blue, without a trace of residual clouds.

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It’s strange. For me, there is not much left in my third year of junior high school except for busyness.

I vaguely remember that one weekend afternoon, we kicked out a few large crucian carp that were about one foot long on the playground where weeds were half a person tall.

The surface is bright, but the other side is bitten by maggots, flys and ants.

But how could there be fish on the playground?

Maybe sometimes, memory is not reliable.

However, the cracks that have been wrinkled by rain for a long time, the cracks that have collapsed under the scorching sun, and the weeds that are still thriving and have secretly yellowed rhizomes, are all vivid in my mind.

There is also the black flies that buzz when we open the crucian carp, which always slip out of my mind from time to time with the restlessness that makes people's scalp numb.

The fishy smell in the classroom seemed to be the norm.In just one summer vacation, the shriveled girls all raised their chests.

I always inadvertently notice the brown stains remaining between the seams of the pants.

They wrap around their tender buttocks, secret and disgusting.

At that time, there were advertisements for Red Tao K on the streets and alleys. A fool told us seriously: Do you know why women need to replenish blood?They have to spend several barrels every month. Do you think it is wasteful?

After school started, my mother took over the first year of high school, but she became much more idle.

Occasionally, I would ask my mother to have a free meal, but after being caught by my aunt twice, I never went again.

I can't imagine that she twisted my ears in front of all the relatives and said: This Lin Lin Ah, I'm afraid she can't live without her mother. Is it shameful?

In this way, I'm afraid I can't really live.

But Bing Jie came late and asked Wang Weichao, but he didn't know.

It was not until a week after school started that she appeared on the balcony between classes again.

White shirt, fiery red overalls, high-profile ponytail, shiny and light, everything is as usual.

But a trace of haze will appear inadvertently between the weak eyebrows, and disappear without a trace after a breeze blows.

I looked from a distance, not sure if it was an illusion.

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It was mid-September to see Lu Yongping again.

Because my first visit to the prison did not understand the rules, my grandmother cleaned up two large woven bags of miscellaneous bags, including two pumpkins, and they were all pulled back intact.

This time, my grandfather would call Lu Yongping no matter what he said. No matter whether he has an acquaintance or not, he would never be wrong to pull him up.

Of course I don't want to go.

My mother didn't go there at first, but she couldn't resist the two old men's perseverance.

Grandma still doesn't learn from her lessons, and she will take whatever she can think of.

Even Lu Yongping, who had always been smiling, frowned.

Before leaving, Lu Yongping honked the horn and asked: Xiaolin, don’t you really go?

He blinked as he said that.

In an instant, a huge wave of fear whizzed through my body, and almost reflexively, I looked at my mother.

She was talking to her grandma. The floral lapel held a piece of white and slender neck, her hair was tied behind her head, and a cluster of slightly curly hair was spread under the line of light. It was so delicate and cute.

Without saying a word, I immediately jumped into the car.

Both sides were much more restrained during this meeting.

At least, grandma can already spit out the complete words.

She is in a good mood and even asks her parents to say a few words alone.

This is a bit like the plot in a domestic TV series, which makes me stunned.

However, before I could come back to my senses, my grandma pulled me out.

Lu Yongping stayed in the corridor, leaning against the bench, chatting with a fat man with a big belly.

From a distance, you can see his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his bulging veins, and his saliva frequently squirting towards the dust in the sun.

Seeing us coming, Lu Yongping immediately greeted his grandparents and sat down and introduced that he was the section chief, thanks to him this time.

The two old men hurriedly stood up again, bursting with gratitude.

The fat man waved his hand and said that it was all his own people, and it was not a problem at all.

I sat stiffly, not knowing whether I should stand up, but I just felt that the stool hurt my butt.

It was the benches that were spread all over party and government organs, enterprises and institutions in the 1980s and 1990s. The brown paint had already fallen off, revealing the striped bare wood full of holes, and a smell of decay.

Maybe there is also the smell of disinfectant, and I can't say it well.

In short, after the formation was bored and dug, a fat white green worm came out.

My head was stuck in the cracks of my nails, and my body was still twisting.

I still remember its unique brown body fluid that looked very human blood. I showed it to my grandma, but it was slapped to the ground.

On the way home, my grandfather suddenly slapped his thigh.Everyone hurriedly asked what was wrong. He was confused and his saliva drooped: Judging from this memory, we have seen peace, but Yongping hasn't seen it yet!

Lu Yongping laughed: Only when there are rules can close relatives meet.

Grandma said: Why, my brother is not considered close relatives?Besides, with Section X here, can’t this little thing be done?

Lu Yongping laughed twice again: Yes, let’s take a look next time.

The hot air flow in the car made me feel a little restless.

Subconsciously, I glanced at my mother through the rearview mirror, but she didn't expect her to look at it.

I quickly lowered my head and rubbed my nose, but I smelled a fishy smell mixed with the grass.

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There are three things that left a deep impression on me in the flood fighting in 1998: First, the elder mentioned the belt on his chest; second, the lucky pig that was carefully cared for by the officers and soldiers; and third, he carried out three disaster relief funds.

I don’t know about other grades. Each junior high school student is at least 10 yuan, and three times will be 30 yuan.

For this reason, many parents went to the school to protest: Why are we donating money to others, not the other way around?

Some villagers from the same village came to look for their mother. At first, their mother just smiled and consulted with the Academic Affairs Office. Later, they had no choice but to report the problem to the Education Commission.

Under pressure from all parties, the third fundraising was declared a miscarriage.

I remember that shortly after the fundraising miscarriage, a long-awaited hail raided the small eastern city with Xia Tian's violent violence.

Most of the bicycle shed collapsed, and the basketball rack lies in the playground. The water-studded campus reminds people of Sodom City before the end of the world.

Even though the doors and windows were closed, a lot of rain still squeezed in.

We put the tables together and lit candles.

An unspeakable joy danced excitedly among the candlelight with the lightning and thunder outside the window.

This is a kind of young stupidity, a rare childishness. Fortunately, the crazy heavy rain before evening self-study has finally slowed down a little.

The teacher seized the opportunity and announced that school would be over immediately.

The corridor was filled with parents of students and the water on campus had already flooded its knees.

The only source of light is the flashlight, and of course, there are lightning that occasionally passes through the night sky.

I stood in the noisy crowd, watching the various halos passing back and forth on the water, as if I were in a science fiction movie.

I was dazed and patted someone on my shoulder. I turned around and it was my mother.

She handed me an umbrella and signaled me to follow.

That day, my mother wore a gray-white cotton sportswear and a pair of white rubber shoes, shining with clear light in the gray night.

She wandered like a water snake, wandering through the crowded abortion.

I hugged my arms with both hands, followed by step, but my whole body was trembling.

When I arrived at the stairs, my mother poured out a pair of rubber shoes and asked me to change it. After that, I took out a sweatshirt like a magic trick.

I pulled it over and put it on.

My mother looked at me with a smile: I thought you didn’t know it was cold.What did you tell you in the morning?

My mother and I spent that night in the faculty and staff dormitory.

I still remember that the vast ocean flashlight on the playground seems to be unable to reach.

We were walking in the knee-high water, and demonic waves rippled on the sea.

I couldn't help but imagine whether there was an unknown mysterious beast lurking in the distance, in that hidden darkness?

The dormitory was also dark.

After my mother shook the flashlight, she finally touched the candlestick, but there was a candle inserted into the beer bottle, but the match could not be cut.

I took it and then I found that my mother's hands were cold and her shoulders were mostly wet.

There is no doubt that she came from home specifically.

My nose felt sore and I felt a secret drumstick beating in my heart.

Maybe it was because of the tide that the matches were really not good for fire, so I wiped one after another and began to be anxious.

The mother burst out laughing and reached out and said: I'm stupid, I'll do it.

I avoided her, silent, but my hands became more and more vigorous.

At that moment, I read through the physics textbooks in my mind, but it was of no help to the pale reality in front of me.

Fortunately, God has eyes, and I don’t know how long it took, but the fire was finally lit.

When the faint candlelight came up, I sat down on the edge of the bed and found that I was already sweating profusely.

My mother came over, touched my forehead, and asked softly: What's wrong?

I turned my face away, stalking my neck, but couldn't spit out a word.The faint but warm mist surrounds the surroundings, emitting a faint fragrance that makes me unable to help but hold my breath.

The faculty and staff dormitory building was newly built, and the room was not big, but fortunately it was equipped with an independent bathroom.

My mother had allocated housing in her early years and was no longer qualified to dormitories in principle, but she had at least applied for one in the name of her aunt.

Usually, when two people use it together, they just take a nap and rarely stay overnight.

I have been there several times when my aunt started cooking when she started fire and cooked, but she couldn't stand her superb cooking skills and never dared to step forward rashly.

I smeared my face randomly, washed my feet and went to bed.

There was a slight sound of water in the bathroom. As my mother moved, a huge black shadow would occasionally pass by her eyes and poke to the ceiling.

When my mother came out, she only had a pink bra left on her upper body. I glanced at it and turned her head away immediately.

In fact, I can't see anything clearly with my back. I only remember that my smooth and round shoulder was coated with a layer of bronze by candlelight, which was warm but itchy in my throat.

Seeing my reaction, my mother tsk her tongue, as if she wanted to mock her a few words, but suddenly there was no further text.

After a while, she got into bed and was already wearing a cotton T-shirt.

The single bed space is limited, so it’s okay to squeeze two people into it.

I lay close to the wall like a corpse, and even my breathing was so straight.

My mother sat down next to me and stared at me without saying a word.

God is on the top, and that minute and second are as hard as on the tip of a needle.

When I was almost forgetting how to breathe, she suddenly burst into laughter, her little hands tightly tugging on my shoulders, and even the bed under her was shaking.

This golden smile is still unforgettable to me.

For a moment, the blowing joy crawled over the halo and was then shined by candlelight toward every corner of the room.

After my angry protest, my mother stopped and almost died: You, no, pillow Ah?

Need not.

I snorted.

Really not needed?

Really no need.

After saying that, I laughed too.

No, I feel comfortable if I don’t need it.

My mother lay down carelessly and ignored me.After a long time, she bounced my stomach again: Just sleep like this?

I was stunned for a moment before sitting up, and I went to the cool quilt on my feet. I didn’t expect my mother to kick my butt: Oh, don’t you take off your pants?

I turned my head and glanced at me. My mother was pillowing her hands, crossing her legs and raising her face high, and her face was full of sarcasm.To be honest, it is a long-lost joke.

What to watch?You little brat is serious.I am your mother. I have never seen anything on you, and I am still afraid that I will see it?

My mother shook her feet, her voice as loose as fermented flour.Only then did I realize that half of her trouser legs were wet.

I took off my pants and quickly got into the cool quilt.

The mother chuckled twice, got up and blew out the candle.

I was still lying straight, but I didn't need to know that my mother was taking off her pants.

Then she entered the bathroom, came out soon and lay down beside me.

My mother lifted the cold quilt to her chest and turned her face to ask me: Are you cold?

I shook my head.The mother spat: Speaking, who can see the darkness?

I had to say it wasn't cold.My mother chuckled twice again, raised her neck and moved the pillow toward me.Of course I'm not polite anymore.My mother smashed her mouth and said quietly: Do you want to be shameless?

The light air flow blew on my face, moist and warm, soft and sweet, and I couldn't help but straighten my body.

I can't imagine how that night endured.

I stretched myself as dried salted fish on a chopping board, and even if I could, I hope I could shrink infinitely into a straight line and a little.

But even so, I'm afraid it's impossible to touch the mother beside me.

The smoothness and softness, the friction sound of flesh that seemed to penetrate the quilt, was like a flint in the dark, polishing my at a loss from time to time.

The magnificent body shines with white light, passing through the boundless night, but it makes me feel more and more hot and unbearable.

I had no choice but to turn my back to my mother, press my face against the wall, and finally I received a hint of cold comfort.

When I was about to fall asleep, of course, it was possible that I woke up again when I fell asleep. I vaguely felt my mother crawling out of bed.

After the sound of footsteps, a hissing sound of water came.

In that moment, I immediately woke up.

The urine was so long. It was very rushing at first, but then it drizzled, and finally it ended with the slight hum of my mother.

My mother lay down beside me again, but I could no longer sleep, and even the sound of rain outside the window became so real.

The rain finally stopped.

The place I can see is a vast ocean.

I walked through the water like the ancestors who lived by fishing had to do.

However, I am cowardly, my will is not firm enough, how long I want to have a comfortable land.

Fortunately, God has eyes. After countless journeys, a fertile land finally appeared in front of me.

Yes, the food given by God.

I kissed the land with ecstasy, stroked every angry ear of wheat, and the snow-white walls of the manor, the solemn door, and the magnificent!

I rushed in and howled happily.

I want to see every gorgeous room.

However, it turns out that this manor is a maze with infinitely many but identical rooms.

I have long lost the concept of aesthetics and even time.

Until one day, a woman appeared in front of me.

She seemed to be integrated with the whole room, her slender neck stretched out a soft curve, and her plump and round buttocks were raised high.

This is almost weird, both in terms of spatial construction and temporal logic.

I walked forward and patted the butt gently, and the flesh was rolling, really.

The ochre-red soft flesh between the thighs was wet, like a strange flower.

I couldn't wait, I took off my pants and pushed my dick into it as if it was hard for ten thousand years.

A spark of excitement rushes on the pituitary gland, and the woman in front of her also lets out seductive moans.

The faster I stand, the faster the woman's voice becomes.

Suddenly, she turned her head, or her face finally emerged as her mother!

When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.

There is no concept of time.

I can't hear the sound of rain.

And I was hugging my mother, and my crotch was touching a soft ball.

This made me shudder and my hair stood up.

I was relieved after carefully evacuating my body and lying flat.

She turned her head and looked at her mother. She seemed to be still in a dream. Her black hair was scattered between the pillow, and her body under the cool quilt was still rising and falling.

I stared at the ceiling for a while. This was one of my childhood hobbies as colorful as candy paper. I didn't even show any signs of it, and I couldn't even let me recover from my dream just now.

I wiped my sweat and glanced at my mother again. She was indeed still in my dreams, and you could hear the soft snoring.

I came over with the gods and ghosts.

There was a strong fragrance, and the little white neck exposed between the hair was constantly magnifying in front of the eyes, making people unable to help but want to get close to it.

The body under the cool quilt also rose with a warm and soft mist, as if it was booming after a night of rain.

I shivered and pressed on my mother's body. The youthful power under my crotch seemed to be trying to break my underwear. If I didn't find a place to stay, my flesh and blood would fly across the next second.

Such an early morning will probably be unforgettable for anyone.

I didn't feel relieved until I pressed my dick so hard that I was so soft that I pressed on the plump and soft ball.

The sweat had soaked all over the body, and the cool quilt was pressed down, and the whole person seemed to be in a steamer.

Just like on the past few weekend mornings, I thrust my hips and rubbed them gently.

But this time, my mother is my mother.

I climbed my face on my mother's shoulder, stared at the crystal earlobe, and my arms were stiff and straight, only my hips were in motion.

After exploring the hard sponge between the two balls uneasily, it finally slipped into the gap.

I felt a ball of soft flesh squeezing gently, and I almost screamed.

With the subtle sizzling sound, I moved faster and faster.

As for where the sound comes from, I can't say it well.

Between the stocks?

Between the quilt and the body?

Or the bed itself?

Or maybe there is no sound at all?

Ah, I can't remember it.

In short, when the pleasure that is destined to be pursued again and again in a person's life passes through his spine, I feel aching all over my body.

The wet crotch was still pressed against my mother's butt, and her curled knees felt the roundness and smoothness of my mother's thighs.

And the uneasiness, like a net placed on the ceiling early, has already covered me firmly.

At this moment, my mother snorted and slowly turned over.

I quickly withdrew from my body and rushed out of the quilt with a wave of hot air. The smell of almonds was lying straight on the bed, not daring to come out, it was really like a piece of dried salted fish.

But my mother didn't move.

It took me a long time to turn my face and take a secret glance.

My mother's eyes were closed and her breathing was long, as if she was still sleeping.