Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 15
“Land and land!”
The next day after my grandfather left, my mother immediately became another person, and her beautiful face flashed with her old smile. From her complacent words, from her father’s sighing expression, from my sister’s hate but helpless eyes, I felt that my mother seemed to be an invincible, arrogant and domineering victor.
As for the victim, I don’t need to say. Everyone knows very well that, of course, it’s poor sister.
And the biggest loser was the grandfather from the expedition.
My grandfather, who came full of confidence, finally failed to achieve his goal. After a fierce fight with his mother, either overt or covert, or soft or hard, he had to be defeated and returned empty handed.
“Oh, my son,”
my mother kindly hugged me in her chest, but I could not feel the happiness and warmth in my mother’s arms.
When I think of the quarrel between my mother and my grandfather, and the disappointment in my grandfather’s eyes, my heart is sour.
When my mother gently stroked my head and cheek with the fat hand that had pinched and twisted my sister’s thigh mercilessly, when I saw my mother’s fat hand, I thought of my sister’s poor and miserable picture.
At the thought of these, I was afraid that my mother would be cruel to me.
Seeing that I didn’t say a word, my mother suggested, “son, go, mother will take you to the cinema.”
My mother took my hand, with her beloved advanced camera, happily walked in the broad street, saw my mother happily humming beautiful songs, I can not help but think of my grandfather, I murmured to my mother: “Mom, grandfather will come to our house?”
my mother was humming up. When she heard my question, she stopped suddenly and pushed me impatiently, “go, go, don’t mention this old man, he almost didn’t make my mother angry!”
My heart secretly murmured: mother is too unreasonable, it is clearly that she made her grandfather’s eyes roll, almost did not breathe in one breath, but, mother actually beat a harrow, unexpectedly said against one’s heart: grandfather breathed her half to death!
“Son, your grandfather, this old man, is the worst!”
“Your grandfather is always asking for money from your father, asking for money, and our family’s money is running out. As a result, we can’t eat any more.”
However, my grandfather has lived in my house for such a long time. I have never seen my grandfather ask for money from my father. When he bought food for me, he used his own money.
@ P > I asked my mother tentatively, “why don’t you let me go to my grandfather’s house?”
my mother was even more angry: “your grandfather’s house is so poor that it can’t be called home. You are so poor that you have nothing but a bed of earth Kang. It’s not much better for a family to drink cabbage soup and chew on the nest than the prisoners in prison. Son, if your mother agrees to send you to your grandfather’s house, you might as well send you to prison.”
The more she said, the more angry she was: “there is not a good man in your grandfather’s family, one by one is worse than the other. Moreover, the children there have been lack of education since childhood, and they are not big enough. However, one by one, they are more cautious. There are all kinds of tricks and tricks in his stomach. It’s nothing to learn. You can’t find them in serious business. However, if you play with your heart, you can turn your eyes and blink your eyes. It’s just a small way. It’s not good to get mixed up with such a child. In a short time, you’ll have to become a complete hooligan! ”
Ha ha, my mother said my grandfather’s house was worthless, even more terrible than hell. Seeing me gradually silent, my mother suddenly changed the topic. She lifted her fat hand and pointed to a building not far away. As she walked, she asked me, “son, do you see, is that building beautiful?”
I replied, numbly.
Seeing my mother’s fat fingers pointing to the building, I think of that terrible scene, and my mother seems to have forgotten all about it, or has not put it in my heart at all.
She is definitely a qualified fighter, who can sacrifice everything, even her own flesh and blood, in order to achieve a certain strategic goal.
I looked down at my mother’s fat hand which was pulling me. The warmth and softness of the past had disappeared. My mother held my fat hand as if it were a lifeless plastic glove. Although it was extremely smooth, it was cold and cold.
my mother continued to point to the building and said to me with great interest: “it’s the office building of the provincial Party committee. Take a good look. The tiles on the floor are all made of copper, which is quite expensive.”
Mother’s face showed infinite envy: “son, you must study hard. In the future, you should also work and work in this building and become a senior official. Then, you can feed your mother well.”
Huo — so it is. The reason why my mother competed with my grandfather at all costs, today, she finally revealed her real purpose unconsciously: I, her son, are her hope, her future and her dependence.
Hum, since this is the case, in my mother’s mind, I am a great person, occupying a very important position, absolutely a treasure!
I was thinking in silence when my mother suddenly called out to me, “son, stand still!”
When I heard my mother’s cry, I turned my head to have a look. My mother was squatting in front of me, carefully adjusting the camera. Behind me, there was the office building that my mother envied.
I aimed at the camera with a naughty smile and a click, and my mother pressed the shutter with satisfaction: “well, my son is smart, very similar!”
suddenly I looked up and saw the old woman selling popsicles pushing her car all the way. I came over. I pointed to the car and said to my mother, “Mom, I want to eat popsicles!”
mom suddenly lowered her face: “Lulu, how many times has mother told you that when you go to the street, you are not allowed to ask for this or that. Hum, mom is angry. The more you want it, the less she will buy it for you!”
“Well,” I looked at my mother and murmured, “Mom, I don’t want popsicles anymore.”
when I heard what I said, my mother took out her purse with tears and laughter: “son, you ah, you, your head is coming too fast.” @ @
after that, my mother leaned down and gave me a kiss: “son, you really let the mother have no way, ah, such a clever child, do you say, can mother not like it, can you give up Go to your grandfather’s house in the countryside! My mother stood up and bought me a sweet popsicle. Then, she grabbed my hand again: “go, son, let’s go out to the restaurant!”
My mother is very good at enjoying life. As long as she has some money in her hand, she will lead me to enjoy a newly released film. As soon as I sit next to her in the cinema, my mother will either buy some candy or make some raisins. In a word, my mother’s red mouth will never be idle.
After the film was over, my mother led me in and out of various restaurants in the city, enjoying delicious food from all over the world: Beijing roast duck restaurant, Goubuli Steamed Bun Restaurant, zhendifu sauce restaurant, dingfengzhen food store, fujucheng Hotel, Wusuli restaurant, Muslim barbecue shop, etc Both left me and my mother when the mouth full of oil stains figure.
such a lifestyle needs to have a certain economic strength. However, mothers who live on a limited salary often spend everything before the end of the month. Looking at the empty purse, her mother murmured in disappointment: “it’s over, there’s no money!”
The last week of every month is the most difficult time for our family. Because of frequent patronage of restaurants and restaurants, and the crazy shopping without thrift and any plan, my mother has already been penniless, so our family has to live a terrible but extremely long month end.
As soon as she received the new salary, her mother’s originally troubled eyes immediately radiated a light of happiness, and her face was slightly withered, especially if she was moistened by the dew again, and instantly showed a bright red luster.
So, my mother with wages, took my hand, and so so so, so so free.
“Oh, you, you!”
The father dissuaded his mother in a low voice: “this salary should be calculated to spend. Don’t become a restaurant in the world once you have money. At the end of the month, you have to be hungry again!”
my mother replied coldly, “you can’t control it. What do I want to do to live? Isn’t it just eating, drinking and having fun? I don’t want to live like that. It’s meaningless. It’s better to die than to live like that!”
“But life has to have a plan.”
“What’s the plan? I married you just to live a more comfortable life.”
my mother said frankly: “you look like you are so black. What do I want to marry you? It’s because your salary is high and you have a spacious house.”
While talking, my mother put the new cloth on her chest and looked around in the mirror. Then, she asked me, “son, is this cloth made into clothes and worn on my mother’s body? Is it beautiful?”
I replied deliberately against my heart that since my mother mercilessly abused my sister, I suddenly had a rebellious psychology towards my mother. I was not only interested in my mother’s body, but also hated my mother’s selfishness, ruthlessness and cruelty.
By virtue of my special, unshakable and supreme position in my mother’s mind, I began to fight against my mother, intentionally or unintentionally, and I couldn’t get along with my mother in everything.
“Not beautiful, not at all!”
“Really? Son, “
it can be seen from the look of her mother that she likes this cloth very much. She is very disappointed when she hears my words. She asks me repeatedly for several times, and I firmly deny it:” it’s not beautiful, it’s not beautiful at all! ”
my mother was completely disappointed: “son, tell me what is not beautiful
“Mom, if you make clothes and wear them on you, you will look like a big and fat butterfly!”
My mother believed it and said without thinking: “really, then, I have to return it!”
“Son, let’s go.”
after dinner, my mother took my hand and said, “go, go to bed with mom!”
I began to refuse my mother again. Although I was very eager to sleep with my mother, my mouth refused: “Mom, I like to sleep by myself!”
mom was a little angry: “son, why, you don’t like mom?”
“No, mom.” I don’t want my mom to be completely sad: “I like mom, but I’m old and I’m already in school. I should go to bed by myself.”
my mother pulled me onto her double plank bed: “son, in the eyes of mother, you will always be a child!”
After that, my mother began to take off my clothes, and my father muttered: “look at you, do you mean anything? Lu Lu Lu wants to sleep alone, so let him sleep well by himself…”
“I don’t have to worry about my business. I’ll sleep with you.”
My mother hugged me to build a quilt alone, but left my father to one side. Since the old aunt left, my mother has been mercilessly cold shouldering my father and ignored him.
The reason why my mother hugged me and slept with me was entirely for the purpose of the cold war.
My father, wrapped in a cold quilt, turned his head to the hard wall.
Mother happily hugged me, a hard won trophy: “ah, son, my baby son, you look so handsome, look at the skin, how delicate ah!”
My mother fondled my body lovingly, while embracing her big breasts to my mouth. I grabbed my mother’s long nipple and deliberately bit it hard, thinking in my heart: This is revenge for my sister!
the mother cried out and covered her breast in pain: “son, how can you bite your mother?”
I playfully rubbed my mother’s nipples: “Mom, I didn’t mean to…”
With that, I grabbed my mother’s aching nipple again and sucked it in a courteous way. My mother hummed complacently, which was gentle and indulgent. It was the same sound of obscene chant that my father made when he used a big cock to poke her urine.
And that jiaozi, that Rao state, and her father bumped out of her body, put out that kind of extremely unrestrained body shape is no different.
I deliberately put my thigh close to my mother’s fat leg, and immediately felt a burning heat and slight shaking. I bent my knee slightly and pushed it against my mother’s fleshy urination. My mother had already been intoxicated with the pleasure of sucking my nipples, and suddenly met with a knee bump. I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Her fat leg was greatly affected When I moved my knee, I bumped into the bottom of my mother’s underpants with a thump. I immediately felt the heat and humidity. Wow, my mother’s urine even flowed out. Only when I did that kind of thing with my father, could I drip out that strange mucus. Moreover, it was very hot and sticky.
My little hand in the mother’s white legs gently scratched, instinctive timidity, so that I finally did not have the courage to touch my mother’s urine.