The next morning, I woke up and saw Xiao Yan looking at my affectionate eyes. I looked down and saw that the erect penis was still slightly inserted into Xiao Yan's lower body. The pubic hairs of our two of us were scattered with white debris. I knew that it was the dry mark left by the passion last night.
I looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was already past six o'clock, and the autumn morning sun had already crawled in through the edge of the curtains.
I lowered my head and gently held Xiaoyan's two small red lips; she closed her eyes and lay quietly, letting me put her lips in her mouth, sucking, my tongue gently touched and licked, for a while, she opened her eyes, reached out, and passed between me and her lower abdomen, separated her index finger and middle finger, clamped my penis, and slowly pulled it out of her lower body.
She broke free from my sucking, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, and finally just gently pushed my chest and said lightly: Get up, I'm going to sort out the blood draw rack.
I watched her sit up from beside her, put on her underwear without saying a word, slipped out of bed silently, put on her uniform skirt, tied her hair, and turned around and smiled at me: You sleep for a while, I'll go out first
I saw her walking towards the door, and suddenly I felt a sour feeling in my heart: Alas, Xiaoyan...
What? She turned around and looked at me with a little surprise
...Work me and be my wife, okay?
A smile appeared on her face, let's talk about it later, anyway, I think it's very comfortable to be with you, don't think about this too much, it depends on fate
After saying that, she turned the door and walked out. I sat down on the bed in a daze, dazed.
I was sitting on the bed until half past six, and I heard the shouts of the worker who was delivering boiled water in the corridor of the ward outside. Then I slowly got down, cleaned my body, cheered up and walked out of the door.
Just as I was about to walk towards the nurse's station, I heard the door of the ward on the right squeak. I turned my face and looked at it. Cheng Sheng came with a full bowl of fried noodles, with three or four poached eggs pressing on the fried noodles.
Dr. Cheng's face was like a lotus egg, with oily light in the black and red, and he walked in a thrill of spirit, saying hello, "You're a pie!" Go for breakfast, today's poached egg is good.
A gust of wind swept past me
I watched him walk into his office, slowly walked to Xiaoyan, and lowered my voice: Lao Cheng had at least half a pound of fried noodles today, plus four poached eggs
After hearing what I said, Xiaoyan laughed out loud, "Damn, you have such a strong observation ability!"
I opened Xiaoyan's locker and took out her rice bowl, swaying towards the cafeteria with my own hands and one by one.
When I returned to the nurse's station with two bowls of wontons and four sauce eggs, Xiaoyan had finished her morning work and sat by her waiting for me. I reported to her that I saw several surgeons on duty in the cafeteria just now, and when the internal medicine doctors only made food for themselves, Xiaoyan smiled softly and said: I have known it a long time ago, your surgeons are good at doing this.
I asked in confusion: Could it be..., will the surgeons on duty have a doctor with the nurses...?
Part of it, I only know that part of it is that she smiles, so the surgical caregivers in our hospital often become husband and wife later... But it is not often seen as anxious as you just now.
He lowered his head and ate it intently, and stopped talking
After breakfast, it was already past seven:30, and my colleagues came to work one after another
Dr. Cheng and I were on duty the night before, and after explaining the work in the ward the day before, we got off work and went home after get off work.
I originally wanted to leave with Xiaoyan, but seeing her evasive look, she clearly didn't want others to notice our affairs, so I just did it and rode my bicycle alone and left in a depressed manner.
I rode my bike outside. The weather was very good. The weather was really cool. I walked slowly towards home on the bike.
My parents were not at home for the past two weeks. My father's unit organized party classes, saying that the party classes should be effective on the scenic Xizi Lake in Hangzhou. So my mother also went there. Now I am the only one left at home. During the day, what is there to do when I go home after work?
While I was riding the bike, my mind was still looking back on last night. Before I knew it, I had already ridden over Zhaojiabin Road
Suddenly, I remembered that since I started working, I hadn't had time to visit her until today. I turned the handlebars and rode to Dong'an Road.
She, 35 or 36 years old, has a surname of Zhou, and opened a small barber shop near our school. She grabbed her inside and outside.
A few years ago, my husband quit his job and went to work in Japan. He worked hard for three or four years, and returned for 500,000 or 600,000 yuan. She was not doing well in the textile factory at that time. One day, she didn't go to work one day. When her husband got the money, she simply used her own street house to open a barber shop. There were five or six businesses every day. The man bought a motorcycle and helped aquatic dealer transport fish and shrimp from Qingpu to Shanghai. He took out the blood money earned from Japan to trade stocks. Calculated, he would earn three or four thousand yuan a month. It was better than ordinary laid-off people.
I didn't know that one day, the old man had an accident in motorcycles. He rushed into the belly of the big truck driving next to him, and the rear wheel of the truck was mercilessly rumored, and immediately...
I don't need to talk about what's next
Zhou finished the funeral for her husband, cleaned up and continued her small shop. Fortunately, she had not had a child for several years and was less burdened. Without her husband to go out for a while, the information was not effective, and the stocks were no longer able to play with her. She just put all her thoughts into her small shop. Gradually, her business became better and better, and her reputation for making hair became more and more customers have asked her to do her hair.
She bought another female scooter motorcycle using her original husband's motorcycle license plate. She often rode her bike to the door for hair style and beauty. Somehow, she was very familiar with some girls in our school and often came to our school gymnasium in the middle of Saturday to attend the dance party. After a while, she met me, a regular guest at the dance party.
When Zhou and I met, I was a fourth-year student in college. I was about to have a clinical internship. When I was about to have time, I ran to her shop every now and then. But to be honest, I had no way of doing things for her at that time. I just felt that she was gentle, considerate, diligent and capable. She also regarded me as my little brother, and I also called her sincerely. Sister
Later, when I started my clinical internship, the school authorities canceled my accommodation on campus and rushed me to the hospital to stay, but where is the dormitory of the interns in the hospital where people live?
So I borrowed a house outside the school. After Sister Zhou found out, she proposed that I move to her house. Anyway, she is alone and has time to live in the house. After I agreed to pay for the house, I moved in.
The house I allocated at Sister Zhou's house is a small room southeast, away from the road (the one next to the road is used for a barber shop). When I left my room, I was a hall, which was usually used for eating and watching TV. The hall faces east and north with windows is a large room where my sister lives. It turned out that the couple lived, and the big room faces the horse, there is a kitchen and toilet, so her room is not disturbed by people coming and going on the road until night.
Although this house is old and an old-fashioned house, it is well maintained and is not in danger of wind and rain. My sister also offers me a breakfast in the morning, and I live a pleasant stay.
Every day after get off work, I had dinner in the hospital, took a shower, and returned to my sister's house. She probably also collected the store, came into the hall, made a pot of tea, and we leaned on the sofa, watched TV and chatted, and talked happily. I went back to my room to read books and prepared for tomorrow's work. My sister went back to her room to sleep after watching TV. This kind of peaceful life of the little citizen is completely different from the serious, nervous and lively way I used to. What I enjoyed more was my sister's life here.
Since I am the only son at home, I have no brothers and no younger brothers and sisters at home, although my parents say they care for me out of family affection, the environment of the cadres and families is on the surface.
My parents and I have never sat on the sofa and talked about my deepest heart in a close tone. Naturally, they would not take the initiative to confess their actual experience to me. The time for the family of three is thirty minutes of dinner at the dinner table. Most of the dinner time is also the father who keeps teaching me a lesson to work hard, mixed with the story of which colleague's child he heard from his workplace how to work hard and how to succeed.
(God knows, I only learned a few years later that few of these role models that always stick to my father are real. They either barely go to a pheasant university, or they get married early after they get through college)
After dinner, the three of them went back to their room. I was studying and did the exercises that I could never finish. My parents read documents written by people or wrote documents for others to read. At half past ten, everyone went to bed.
The next morning, I started the cycle of the new day in a cold
But since I lived with Sister Zhou, I have been exposed to a less lofty ideal every day, but the most practical and trivial things like daily life. What I talked with Sister Zhou the most every day is how much women’s fashion is now, how to save the most money by taking a taxi, and whose performance on TV shows is the most disgusting.
This is a kind of life for citizens that will not cause blood pressure to rise. It is satisfied, peaceful, and has no ambition. It is the tone of this kind of life, but isn’t human beings able to reproduce and continue through this way of life?
Gradually, I got used to it. I also learned to come to the store to help Sister Zhou when I have time. My sister was happy to direct me and proudly showed off to my neighbors to invite a college student to be a friend.
While I helped Sister Zhou, I listened to her hair while joking with regular customers, and at the same time served tea and water to the guests waiting for them. On the other hand, I also had to answer the kind old ladies' concerns about me, a university where I came to work.
Sometimes, when I came back from get off work in the hospital ward, her shop was not closed yet, I rolled up my sleeves to help her solve the problem. The customers after that were nothing more than washing their hair, doing some massages, and sending the last customer. Often at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Sister Zhou closed the door, put down the rolling gate, and bought a bowl of noodles from the noodle shop next door. Sometimes she had more noodles toppings (big ribs, poached eggs, etc.), opened two bottles of beer, and carried one bottle with me while eating. The most talked about was the hardship of opening a shop to make a living alone, but she rarely mentioned her dead husband. She got drunk several times and criedly scolded her previous in-laws for bullying her. She gave me the impression that she had not been able to meet with her ex-husband and in-laws, but I didn't ask about the details.
Autumn goes and winter comes. In a blink of an eye, my internship period has passed half a year since July of the previous year. It seems that before the Spring Festival two years, according to the hospital’s regulations on interns, all the staff in the hospital have a share during the Spring Festival holiday. Only interns and intern nurses cannot be given. From the first to the fourth day of the lunar calendar, I still have to go to the hospital to check every day. After checking the room, I can do the paperwork in the ward to give up half a day of vacation.
I don’t care. Anyway, my parents rushed to my hometown in Shandong to pay New Year’s greetings to my grandfather during the Spring Festival, and there were people at home to give me food and drink. However, none of the classmates who came to Shanghai from other places did not scold me. For them, this was the first time they left home to celebrate the Spring Festival, but there was nothing they could do. How could they not bow their heads under the short eaves?
So, I still live in Sister Zhou’s shop. From New Year’s Eve to the first day of the New Year, I have been busy with work in the ward. I can only come back in the afternoon to celebrate the New Year with her in Sister Zhou’s shop.
Sister Zhou also bought business during the Chinese New Year. According to her, this is the rule of the hairdressing industry since ancient times. It will not open from the evening to the 10th day of the Chinese New Year. Otherwise, it will be unlucky to take the knife too early in the New Year.
I also have to sit in the room behind the store every afternoon, pouring the black crispy soup made by Sister Zhou into my stomach, marong glutinous rice, crystal glutinous rice, meat-filled glutinous rice, big meat wontons, shepherd's purse wontons, eight treasure rice, heavy oil, vegetarian oil, duck oil, heavy sugar, and spring rolls, meat, vegetables, meat, and vegetables, black fungus, golden needle vegetables, black fungus, golden needle vegetables, yellow vegetables, mung bean sprouts, yellow bean sprouts, yellow sprouts and mung bean sprouts. I had a lot of fun eating it.
Every night after eating and drinking, Sister Zhou helped me, straightening my belly and straightening my neck. The two of them were wearing warm clothes and walking back and forth between Dong'an Road and Xujiahui.
The evening breeze on the winter night blew our faces. Sister Zhou and I walked close together. Her head was only as high as my beam. Her hand was in the pocket of my ski shirt. She was tightly held by my right hand. Her head was leaning against my shoulder. The long-haired scarf wrapped around her head brushed my face. It was itchy and squeaky. My right elbow was leaning against her left armpit. Because my feet staggered from time to time, I glanced at her secretly and said that she was not unhappy about this. I couldn't help but put my boldness towards her, and she leaned on me with greater confidence.
We walked slowly step by step, from Dong'an Road to Zhaojiabin Road, then along Zhaojiabin Road to Xujiahui, passing through Oriental Shopping Mall, Huijin Department Store, and then passing Liubai and Pacific Ocean
We walked like this, no one spoke, as if we were going to keep going like this
Finally, she stopped and grabbed my arm: Brother, sister, I know you have practiced education in college. Walking the 25,000-mile Long March is a saying to you, but sister, I can't bear it anymore. Should we take a bus or carry me back?
I laughed: Sorry, sorry, sister, I don’t know you are struggling, maybe you are too, let’s go back soon
We parked a taxi, got in and drove to her house in a hurry
Get off the car and give money. I hugged my sister and entered the store. Her body shivered slightly in my arms.
I hugged her into her room, first placed her on a big double bed, turned around and closed the large door inside and outside, then went into the house to turn on the air conditioner switch on the wall, and then stepped on the bench to reach out to turn on the heating of the window air conditioner, jumped off the ground, turned on the electric heater in the corner of the wall, aiming at her big bed, she lay on the bed, staring at me coming over like a windy wind in the room and busy
After I finished the electrical switch, I shook off my coat, kicked off my leather shoes, stepped onto the bed, knelt down beside her, and took action: Flip over, flip over and lie down
What are you doing? She looked at me in confusion
Your muscles are frozen now, I'll give you a massage and rub it on.
She obediently turned over and lay down on the bed
I started with her legs, and first rubbed her limbs through her coat and trousers. I saw the temperature on the wall indicating that the indoor temperature rose to twenty degrees. I asked her to take off her thick wool sweater and leather pants on her lower body, and rub her legs back and forth through her thin sweater and thin trousers. Finally, I pushed her back up and down with my palms, grabbed and pulled the shoulders on both sides of her neck.
I worked hard for half an hour and was so tired that I was sweating all over. I stopped panting and asked: Why? Is it getting warm?
She was lying face down and laughed, warm? All the bones on her body were crushed to you
I smiled, took a few breaths, pulled the quilt next to her and covered it with her, OK, sister, it's not too late, you are getting warm, I went back to my room to sleep, and said, I'm going to get out of bed
In an instant, she lifted the quilt on her body, sat up, stretched out her hands to grab my wrist, "No, brother, please stay with me all night, okay?"
While speaking, Sister Zhou pulled my arm and pulled towards her to my body, and leaned backward. I was originally on the bed, but she pulled me hard and lost my center of gravity and threw me heavily on her.
Before I could react, she held my face with her hands and her lips covered with bright lipstick. Then, I felt a soft, wet and warm little fish swimming in between my lips. I half opened my lips, occupied the tip of my tongue sent by my sister, and gently bit it with her front teeth. My sister boldly stretched her tongue into my mouth as much as possible. The two of us were intertwined. My sister's tongue licked my palate. My tongue was spreading into my mouth along my tongue, licking her gums and bottom of her tongue. Our saliva merged together in our communication. I swallowed it for a while, and my sister swallowed it for a while.
After a while, we stopped. I was still lying on my sister, pressing my forehead against the pillow behind her head. Her hair emitted a pleasant fragrance and drilled into my nostrils.
Sister was lying up to the sky, holding my back with her arms, and gently saying in my ear: Is it okay to accompany Sister? I know you like Sister, can you teach you if you don’t understand?
I nodded vigorously, pressed against her temples, and murmured: Sister, I like you
My sister and I took off our coats, wore close-fitting underwear, hugged them tightly, covered with only one quilt, and the chandeliers in the room were still shining brightly.
After a while, Sister raised her head in my arms. Brother, have you really never touched a woman?
Well, except for when I was a kid I ate my mother's breasts, I nodded
Dong! My sister punched me in the chest, nonsense! Your mother is your mother, not a woman!
After a while, my sister reached out and walked through the elastic band of my underwear, holding my vagina that was so hard that it hurts, and my whole body trembled slightly. This was the first time my lower body was touched by a female hand.
Sister A’s hands were soft, slightly cool and slender. She held them gently and asked: Have you ever used this thing of yours?
I shook my head, I was telling the truth, there is no need to pretend
A hint of smug smile appeared on Sister's face. Sister makes you feel comfortable. You don't know that there is a white paste in your case. When the white paste flows out, you will feel very comfortable. Can you let it flow out?
I nodded. Although I knew about the sexual behavior in the textbook at that time, I really didn't know very well what happened to men and women.
Sister came over and kissed me again on the lips. Lying up obediently, don't move, Sister asked you to open it
After saying that, she sat up, bent her waist and knelt beside my hips, holding the base of my penis with one hand, pulling off the foreskin, revealing the red bald penis. The index finger and thumb of the other hand were circled into a ring, putting it on the penis, starting from light to heavy, and stroking it up and down
Suddenly, I felt a stimulation from my lower body that I had never experienced before. When I first came, the strong sourness and numbness radiated from the base of my penis to the entire lower abdomen like lightning. The internal organs seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and I was lifted up. I almost had to arch my body from the bed to sit up to resist the stimulation, but I held back and forced myself to lie on the bed.
Sure enough, as my sister continued to stroke, the soreness and numbness from her penis gradually changed. I felt itchy from the soreness and numbness. This was not the itch of being bitten by mosquitoes, but the whole pelvis, all the organs were itchy, the skin was there, the bones were itchy, the dick was itchy, and the navel was itchy; and the itchy feeling was like an extremely thin and pointed feather that continued to drill into both sides of my legs, and my belly became itchy.
While I felt the itchy feeling, I muttered to myself: Will white juice flow after such itching?
Who knew that as soon as my thoughts flowed here, a sudden urge to pee from the head of my penis. It felt like something on my body was discharged from the outlet of my usual urine. This urge to pee was getting stronger and stronger with the original itch. I didn't care that the flowing things would wet the bed, and I just wanted to not pee immediately. I took a long breath, put away my lower abdomen, and thrust my vagina into the air with force.
Sister noticed my movements, and her fingers moved up and down faster, and looked at the burnt look on my face with a smile. Brother, are you comfortable? Are you going to come out? Do you want to be faster?
I responded vaguely, nodded, and raised my lower abdomen more vigorously
Seeing my appearance, my sister moved faster. Finally, with my muffled groan, my sister immediately stopped her fingers, leaned down and took my hot penis head in one bite. Then she tied her teeth up and down, gently bit the groove behind the penis head, and her tongue kept scraping the bottom of the penis head. My pelvis finally pushed forward, and a heat flow sprayed out from the small mouth of the pee.
I reached out and grabbed Sister's hair, pressed her face tightly against my lower abdomen, and let my penis penetrate deep into her mouth. At the same time, my anus and perineum began to contract at fixed intervals again and again. With each contraction, my lower penis stretched forward for a while, and then a small stream of hot liquid was sprayed out from the small in front of the penis and fell into Sister's mouth.
As each stream of juice flowed out, my muscles and bones all over my body relaxed, my back and spine were cold, Houhai was numb, my mind was thinking nothing, and I didn't have to think about anything, and my whole spirit was immersed in the numb and itchy comfort.
I looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was already past six o'clock, and the autumn morning sun had already crawled in through the edge of the curtains.
I lowered my head and gently held Xiaoyan's two small red lips; she closed her eyes and lay quietly, letting me put her lips in her mouth, sucking, my tongue gently touched and licked, for a while, she opened her eyes, reached out, and passed between me and her lower abdomen, separated her index finger and middle finger, clamped my penis, and slowly pulled it out of her lower body.
She broke free from my sucking, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, and finally just gently pushed my chest and said lightly: Get up, I'm going to sort out the blood draw rack.
I watched her sit up from beside her, put on her underwear without saying a word, slipped out of bed silently, put on her uniform skirt, tied her hair, and turned around and smiled at me: You sleep for a while, I'll go out first
I saw her walking towards the door, and suddenly I felt a sour feeling in my heart: Alas, Xiaoyan...
What? She turned around and looked at me with a little surprise
...Work me and be my wife, okay?
A smile appeared on her face, let's talk about it later, anyway, I think it's very comfortable to be with you, don't think about this too much, it depends on fate
After saying that, she turned the door and walked out. I sat down on the bed in a daze, dazed.
I was sitting on the bed until half past six, and I heard the shouts of the worker who was delivering boiled water in the corridor of the ward outside. Then I slowly got down, cleaned my body, cheered up and walked out of the door.
Just as I was about to walk towards the nurse's station, I heard the door of the ward on the right squeak. I turned my face and looked at it. Cheng Sheng came with a full bowl of fried noodles, with three or four poached eggs pressing on the fried noodles.
Dr. Cheng's face was like a lotus egg, with oily light in the black and red, and he walked in a thrill of spirit, saying hello, "You're a pie!" Go for breakfast, today's poached egg is good.
A gust of wind swept past me
I watched him walk into his office, slowly walked to Xiaoyan, and lowered my voice: Lao Cheng had at least half a pound of fried noodles today, plus four poached eggs
After hearing what I said, Xiaoyan laughed out loud, "Damn, you have such a strong observation ability!"
I opened Xiaoyan's locker and took out her rice bowl, swaying towards the cafeteria with my own hands and one by one.
When I returned to the nurse's station with two bowls of wontons and four sauce eggs, Xiaoyan had finished her morning work and sat by her waiting for me. I reported to her that I saw several surgeons on duty in the cafeteria just now, and when the internal medicine doctors only made food for themselves, Xiaoyan smiled softly and said: I have known it a long time ago, your surgeons are good at doing this.
I asked in confusion: Could it be..., will the surgeons on duty have a doctor with the nurses...?
Part of it, I only know that part of it is that she smiles, so the surgical caregivers in our hospital often become husband and wife later... But it is not often seen as anxious as you just now.
He lowered his head and ate it intently, and stopped talking
After breakfast, it was already past seven:30, and my colleagues came to work one after another
Dr. Cheng and I were on duty the night before, and after explaining the work in the ward the day before, we got off work and went home after get off work.
I originally wanted to leave with Xiaoyan, but seeing her evasive look, she clearly didn't want others to notice our affairs, so I just did it and rode my bicycle alone and left in a depressed manner.
I rode my bike outside. The weather was very good. The weather was really cool. I walked slowly towards home on the bike.
My parents were not at home for the past two weeks. My father's unit organized party classes, saying that the party classes should be effective on the scenic Xizi Lake in Hangzhou. So my mother also went there. Now I am the only one left at home. During the day, what is there to do when I go home after work?
While I was riding the bike, my mind was still looking back on last night. Before I knew it, I had already ridden over Zhaojiabin Road
Suddenly, I remembered that since I started working, I hadn't had time to visit her until today. I turned the handlebars and rode to Dong'an Road.
She, 35 or 36 years old, has a surname of Zhou, and opened a small barber shop near our school. She grabbed her inside and outside.
A few years ago, my husband quit his job and went to work in Japan. He worked hard for three or four years, and returned for 500,000 or 600,000 yuan. She was not doing well in the textile factory at that time. One day, she didn't go to work one day. When her husband got the money, she simply used her own street house to open a barber shop. There were five or six businesses every day. The man bought a motorcycle and helped aquatic dealer transport fish and shrimp from Qingpu to Shanghai. He took out the blood money earned from Japan to trade stocks. Calculated, he would earn three or four thousand yuan a month. It was better than ordinary laid-off people.
I didn't know that one day, the old man had an accident in motorcycles. He rushed into the belly of the big truck driving next to him, and the rear wheel of the truck was mercilessly rumored, and immediately...
I don't need to talk about what's next
Zhou finished the funeral for her husband, cleaned up and continued her small shop. Fortunately, she had not had a child for several years and was less burdened. Without her husband to go out for a while, the information was not effective, and the stocks were no longer able to play with her. She just put all her thoughts into her small shop. Gradually, her business became better and better, and her reputation for making hair became more and more customers have asked her to do her hair.
She bought another female scooter motorcycle using her original husband's motorcycle license plate. She often rode her bike to the door for hair style and beauty. Somehow, she was very familiar with some girls in our school and often came to our school gymnasium in the middle of Saturday to attend the dance party. After a while, she met me, a regular guest at the dance party.
When Zhou and I met, I was a fourth-year student in college. I was about to have a clinical internship. When I was about to have time, I ran to her shop every now and then. But to be honest, I had no way of doing things for her at that time. I just felt that she was gentle, considerate, diligent and capable. She also regarded me as my little brother, and I also called her sincerely. Sister
Later, when I started my clinical internship, the school authorities canceled my accommodation on campus and rushed me to the hospital to stay, but where is the dormitory of the interns in the hospital where people live?
So I borrowed a house outside the school. After Sister Zhou found out, she proposed that I move to her house. Anyway, she is alone and has time to live in the house. After I agreed to pay for the house, I moved in.
The house I allocated at Sister Zhou's house is a small room southeast, away from the road (the one next to the road is used for a barber shop). When I left my room, I was a hall, which was usually used for eating and watching TV. The hall faces east and north with windows is a large room where my sister lives. It turned out that the couple lived, and the big room faces the horse, there is a kitchen and toilet, so her room is not disturbed by people coming and going on the road until night.
Although this house is old and an old-fashioned house, it is well maintained and is not in danger of wind and rain. My sister also offers me a breakfast in the morning, and I live a pleasant stay.
Every day after get off work, I had dinner in the hospital, took a shower, and returned to my sister's house. She probably also collected the store, came into the hall, made a pot of tea, and we leaned on the sofa, watched TV and chatted, and talked happily. I went back to my room to read books and prepared for tomorrow's work. My sister went back to her room to sleep after watching TV. This kind of peaceful life of the little citizen is completely different from the serious, nervous and lively way I used to. What I enjoyed more was my sister's life here.
Since I am the only son at home, I have no brothers and no younger brothers and sisters at home, although my parents say they care for me out of family affection, the environment of the cadres and families is on the surface.
My parents and I have never sat on the sofa and talked about my deepest heart in a close tone. Naturally, they would not take the initiative to confess their actual experience to me. The time for the family of three is thirty minutes of dinner at the dinner table. Most of the dinner time is also the father who keeps teaching me a lesson to work hard, mixed with the story of which colleague's child he heard from his workplace how to work hard and how to succeed.
(God knows, I only learned a few years later that few of these role models that always stick to my father are real. They either barely go to a pheasant university, or they get married early after they get through college)
After dinner, the three of them went back to their room. I was studying and did the exercises that I could never finish. My parents read documents written by people or wrote documents for others to read. At half past ten, everyone went to bed.
The next morning, I started the cycle of the new day in a cold
But since I lived with Sister Zhou, I have been exposed to a less lofty ideal every day, but the most practical and trivial things like daily life. What I talked with Sister Zhou the most every day is how much women’s fashion is now, how to save the most money by taking a taxi, and whose performance on TV shows is the most disgusting.
This is a kind of life for citizens that will not cause blood pressure to rise. It is satisfied, peaceful, and has no ambition. It is the tone of this kind of life, but isn’t human beings able to reproduce and continue through this way of life?
Gradually, I got used to it. I also learned to come to the store to help Sister Zhou when I have time. My sister was happy to direct me and proudly showed off to my neighbors to invite a college student to be a friend.
While I helped Sister Zhou, I listened to her hair while joking with regular customers, and at the same time served tea and water to the guests waiting for them. On the other hand, I also had to answer the kind old ladies' concerns about me, a university where I came to work.
Sometimes, when I came back from get off work in the hospital ward, her shop was not closed yet, I rolled up my sleeves to help her solve the problem. The customers after that were nothing more than washing their hair, doing some massages, and sending the last customer. Often at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Sister Zhou closed the door, put down the rolling gate, and bought a bowl of noodles from the noodle shop next door. Sometimes she had more noodles toppings (big ribs, poached eggs, etc.), opened two bottles of beer, and carried one bottle with me while eating. The most talked about was the hardship of opening a shop to make a living alone, but she rarely mentioned her dead husband. She got drunk several times and criedly scolded her previous in-laws for bullying her. She gave me the impression that she had not been able to meet with her ex-husband and in-laws, but I didn't ask about the details.
Autumn goes and winter comes. In a blink of an eye, my internship period has passed half a year since July of the previous year. It seems that before the Spring Festival two years, according to the hospital’s regulations on interns, all the staff in the hospital have a share during the Spring Festival holiday. Only interns and intern nurses cannot be given. From the first to the fourth day of the lunar calendar, I still have to go to the hospital to check every day. After checking the room, I can do the paperwork in the ward to give up half a day of vacation.
I don’t care. Anyway, my parents rushed to my hometown in Shandong to pay New Year’s greetings to my grandfather during the Spring Festival, and there were people at home to give me food and drink. However, none of the classmates who came to Shanghai from other places did not scold me. For them, this was the first time they left home to celebrate the Spring Festival, but there was nothing they could do. How could they not bow their heads under the short eaves?
So, I still live in Sister Zhou’s shop. From New Year’s Eve to the first day of the New Year, I have been busy with work in the ward. I can only come back in the afternoon to celebrate the New Year with her in Sister Zhou’s shop.
Sister Zhou also bought business during the Chinese New Year. According to her, this is the rule of the hairdressing industry since ancient times. It will not open from the evening to the 10th day of the Chinese New Year. Otherwise, it will be unlucky to take the knife too early in the New Year.
I also have to sit in the room behind the store every afternoon, pouring the black crispy soup made by Sister Zhou into my stomach, marong glutinous rice, crystal glutinous rice, meat-filled glutinous rice, big meat wontons, shepherd's purse wontons, eight treasure rice, heavy oil, vegetarian oil, duck oil, heavy sugar, and spring rolls, meat, vegetables, meat, and vegetables, black fungus, golden needle vegetables, black fungus, golden needle vegetables, yellow vegetables, mung bean sprouts, yellow bean sprouts, yellow sprouts and mung bean sprouts. I had a lot of fun eating it.
Every night after eating and drinking, Sister Zhou helped me, straightening my belly and straightening my neck. The two of them were wearing warm clothes and walking back and forth between Dong'an Road and Xujiahui.
The evening breeze on the winter night blew our faces. Sister Zhou and I walked close together. Her head was only as high as my beam. Her hand was in the pocket of my ski shirt. She was tightly held by my right hand. Her head was leaning against my shoulder. The long-haired scarf wrapped around her head brushed my face. It was itchy and squeaky. My right elbow was leaning against her left armpit. Because my feet staggered from time to time, I glanced at her secretly and said that she was not unhappy about this. I couldn't help but put my boldness towards her, and she leaned on me with greater confidence.
We walked slowly step by step, from Dong'an Road to Zhaojiabin Road, then along Zhaojiabin Road to Xujiahui, passing through Oriental Shopping Mall, Huijin Department Store, and then passing Liubai and Pacific Ocean
We walked like this, no one spoke, as if we were going to keep going like this
Finally, she stopped and grabbed my arm: Brother, sister, I know you have practiced education in college. Walking the 25,000-mile Long March is a saying to you, but sister, I can't bear it anymore. Should we take a bus or carry me back?
I laughed: Sorry, sorry, sister, I don’t know you are struggling, maybe you are too, let’s go back soon
We parked a taxi, got in and drove to her house in a hurry
Get off the car and give money. I hugged my sister and entered the store. Her body shivered slightly in my arms.
I hugged her into her room, first placed her on a big double bed, turned around and closed the large door inside and outside, then went into the house to turn on the air conditioner switch on the wall, and then stepped on the bench to reach out to turn on the heating of the window air conditioner, jumped off the ground, turned on the electric heater in the corner of the wall, aiming at her big bed, she lay on the bed, staring at me coming over like a windy wind in the room and busy
After I finished the electrical switch, I shook off my coat, kicked off my leather shoes, stepped onto the bed, knelt down beside her, and took action: Flip over, flip over and lie down
What are you doing? She looked at me in confusion
Your muscles are frozen now, I'll give you a massage and rub it on.
She obediently turned over and lay down on the bed
I started with her legs, and first rubbed her limbs through her coat and trousers. I saw the temperature on the wall indicating that the indoor temperature rose to twenty degrees. I asked her to take off her thick wool sweater and leather pants on her lower body, and rub her legs back and forth through her thin sweater and thin trousers. Finally, I pushed her back up and down with my palms, grabbed and pulled the shoulders on both sides of her neck.
I worked hard for half an hour and was so tired that I was sweating all over. I stopped panting and asked: Why? Is it getting warm?
She was lying face down and laughed, warm? All the bones on her body were crushed to you
I smiled, took a few breaths, pulled the quilt next to her and covered it with her, OK, sister, it's not too late, you are getting warm, I went back to my room to sleep, and said, I'm going to get out of bed
In an instant, she lifted the quilt on her body, sat up, stretched out her hands to grab my wrist, "No, brother, please stay with me all night, okay?"
While speaking, Sister Zhou pulled my arm and pulled towards her to my body, and leaned backward. I was originally on the bed, but she pulled me hard and lost my center of gravity and threw me heavily on her.
Before I could react, she held my face with her hands and her lips covered with bright lipstick. Then, I felt a soft, wet and warm little fish swimming in between my lips. I half opened my lips, occupied the tip of my tongue sent by my sister, and gently bit it with her front teeth. My sister boldly stretched her tongue into my mouth as much as possible. The two of us were intertwined. My sister's tongue licked my palate. My tongue was spreading into my mouth along my tongue, licking her gums and bottom of her tongue. Our saliva merged together in our communication. I swallowed it for a while, and my sister swallowed it for a while.
After a while, we stopped. I was still lying on my sister, pressing my forehead against the pillow behind her head. Her hair emitted a pleasant fragrance and drilled into my nostrils.
Sister was lying up to the sky, holding my back with her arms, and gently saying in my ear: Is it okay to accompany Sister? I know you like Sister, can you teach you if you don’t understand?
I nodded vigorously, pressed against her temples, and murmured: Sister, I like you
My sister and I took off our coats, wore close-fitting underwear, hugged them tightly, covered with only one quilt, and the chandeliers in the room were still shining brightly.
After a while, Sister raised her head in my arms. Brother, have you really never touched a woman?
Well, except for when I was a kid I ate my mother's breasts, I nodded
Dong! My sister punched me in the chest, nonsense! Your mother is your mother, not a woman!
After a while, my sister reached out and walked through the elastic band of my underwear, holding my vagina that was so hard that it hurts, and my whole body trembled slightly. This was the first time my lower body was touched by a female hand.
Sister A’s hands were soft, slightly cool and slender. She held them gently and asked: Have you ever used this thing of yours?
I shook my head, I was telling the truth, there is no need to pretend
A hint of smug smile appeared on Sister's face. Sister makes you feel comfortable. You don't know that there is a white paste in your case. When the white paste flows out, you will feel very comfortable. Can you let it flow out?
I nodded. Although I knew about the sexual behavior in the textbook at that time, I really didn't know very well what happened to men and women.
Sister came over and kissed me again on the lips. Lying up obediently, don't move, Sister asked you to open it
After saying that, she sat up, bent her waist and knelt beside my hips, holding the base of my penis with one hand, pulling off the foreskin, revealing the red bald penis. The index finger and thumb of the other hand were circled into a ring, putting it on the penis, starting from light to heavy, and stroking it up and down
Suddenly, I felt a stimulation from my lower body that I had never experienced before. When I first came, the strong sourness and numbness radiated from the base of my penis to the entire lower abdomen like lightning. The internal organs seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and I was lifted up. I almost had to arch my body from the bed to sit up to resist the stimulation, but I held back and forced myself to lie on the bed.
Sure enough, as my sister continued to stroke, the soreness and numbness from her penis gradually changed. I felt itchy from the soreness and numbness. This was not the itch of being bitten by mosquitoes, but the whole pelvis, all the organs were itchy, the skin was there, the bones were itchy, the dick was itchy, and the navel was itchy; and the itchy feeling was like an extremely thin and pointed feather that continued to drill into both sides of my legs, and my belly became itchy.
While I felt the itchy feeling, I muttered to myself: Will white juice flow after such itching?
Who knew that as soon as my thoughts flowed here, a sudden urge to pee from the head of my penis. It felt like something on my body was discharged from the outlet of my usual urine. This urge to pee was getting stronger and stronger with the original itch. I didn't care that the flowing things would wet the bed, and I just wanted to not pee immediately. I took a long breath, put away my lower abdomen, and thrust my vagina into the air with force.
Sister noticed my movements, and her fingers moved up and down faster, and looked at the burnt look on my face with a smile. Brother, are you comfortable? Are you going to come out? Do you want to be faster?
I responded vaguely, nodded, and raised my lower abdomen more vigorously
Seeing my appearance, my sister moved faster. Finally, with my muffled groan, my sister immediately stopped her fingers, leaned down and took my hot penis head in one bite. Then she tied her teeth up and down, gently bit the groove behind the penis head, and her tongue kept scraping the bottom of the penis head. My pelvis finally pushed forward, and a heat flow sprayed out from the small mouth of the pee.
I reached out and grabbed Sister's hair, pressed her face tightly against my lower abdomen, and let my penis penetrate deep into her mouth. At the same time, my anus and perineum began to contract at fixed intervals again and again. With each contraction, my lower penis stretched forward for a while, and then a small stream of hot liquid was sprayed out from the small in front of the penis and fell into Sister's mouth.
As each stream of juice flowed out, my muscles and bones all over my body relaxed, my back and spine were cold, Houhai was numb, my mind was thinking nothing, and I didn't have to think about anything, and my whole spirit was immersed in the numb and itchy comfort.
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