Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 28
“You, you dare to be stubborn.”
my mother pointed to the crying baby boy on the wooden chair and yelled at me, “I’m really looking for trouble. What are you doing with such a thing? You don’t think the school is lively enough, do you? ”
I still covered my aching cheek and murmured, “Mom, he is so poor. He was tied to a tree by his mother, covered with black ants, and his voice was hoarse. If he didn’t bring it back, he would die of hunger and thirst!”
“Well, you know what his family background is.”
his mother was still eloquent: “you know who his father and mother are, maybe it’s a counter revolution, he is the son of a revolutionary family!”
Ah – hearing my mother’s words, I widened my eyes, staring at my mother’s cold face, and murmured in my heart: what a cold mother, the class boundaries are really clear, can be really clear.
In other words, suppose that the parents of the baby boy are indeed counter revolutionaries, but what does it have to do with this baby who can’t even speak and understand anything?
What’s more, it is said in the radio that revolutionary humanitarianism should be carried out when necessary to treat class enemies!
Should we treat those who make mistakes or break the law like the feudal dynasty: if one person breaks the law, he will harm the nine tribes, and he must be killed all over the country?
“Oh,” said the old headmaster, who is always amiable. He put the reading paper into the slot of the drawer, stood up slowly, and picked up the crying baby: “forget it, Mr. X, don’t make any noise, I’ll send him to the District Civil Affairs Bureau!”
Seeing the old headmaster out of the office, my mother yelled at me: “go, go home with me!”
I suddenly looked up and found that Mr. Dumu appeared at the door of the office. I suddenly got angry and pushed my mother’s hand away: “I don’t, I don’t go home!”
mom scolded, “you don’t listen to mom again, do you?”
“I’m not going home anyway!”
I dare not look directly at my mother’s terrible face and deeply bow my head: Mom, what a cruel mother!
As I grow older, I feel more and more that my mother is so ruthless and extremely selfish.
In this world, you don’t love anyone but your son!
You don’t love your parents; you don’t love your husband, my father; you don’t love your daughter, my poor sister; you don’t love anyone except your son.
You love your son because of selfishness. You have high expectations in your son.
I was thinking silently, Mr. Dumu came to me with a smile and took my hand: “little fellow, don’t be angry with your mother. Your mother is also for you. Your mother also has difficulties. You are young and don’t know these things. Calm down and go to the teacher’s house. The old teacher just bought half a chicken photon today. Go and eat chicken at the teacher’s house!”
I followed Mr. Dumu’s fat waist and went out of the office obsessed with lust. I came to Mr. Dumu’s house at the end of the corridor. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a rolling smell of meat. Suddenly, my mouth watered and I kept swallowing in my stomach.
“It’s such a hot day. If you go out, you’ll get wet all over!”
Mumu murmured, while in front of me, without any scruple, she took off her trousers, bared her big white legs, and the big buttocks in her white underwear twisted ridiculous. She carelessly went to the gas tank. The hot sun, through the glass window, was directly on Dumu’s plump waist, and her two big bare legs radiated charming soft light I was so fascinated that I couldn’t help but fantasize about my beloved teacher Dumu.
“It’s not easy, little one.”
Mr. Dumu turned around and shook the trousers in front of me. I saw a little filthy on the long trousers legs.
Mr. Dumu sighed: “I had to wait for nearly two hours to buy this half of the chicken. At last, the line was still in disorder. The big guy pushed and robbed him desperately. It was like giving me no money. Alas, half of the chicken finally got my hand, but my trousers were dirty and had to be washed again.”
after that, Du Mu was old As soon as the master’s palm was loosened, he made a splash, and his dirty trousers slipped into the basin.
Throwing away the dirty pants, Mr. Dumu opened the iron pot with a smile. With a crash, he poured the hot chicken into the small porcelain basin, and carefully carried it to the desk: “eat, eat, little guy, eat while it’s hot!”
I picked up a piece of chicken and put it into my mouth. It was so hot that I frowned: “teacher, this chicken is so spicy
Mr. Dumu sat next to me with his bare thighs, and Bai Sen’s fat legs were tightly pressed against my body. I immediately felt unprecedented heat. I suddenly got up and covered my mouth with one hand, while the other hand pretended to be too hot to bear. She kept shaking and scraping on her bare legs.
Mr. Dumu didn’t care. He kindly helped me wipe the tears from my eyes: “why, I’m afraid of spicy food. The teacher forgot that you don’t like spicy food. Hey, little guy!”
Mr. Dumu joked to me: “don’t you want to be the son-in-law of the Korean nationality? You dare not eat spicy food. How can this go? Korean food is mainly spicy!”
With that, Mr. Dumu pushed over a small dish. On the broken leaves, there was a piece of red and all kinds of chili powder: “boy, dare you try this, this is the hot cabbage pickled by the teacher with cabbage. Come on, be brave and try it!”
I didn’t dare to say no. I swallowed a spicy leaf with my eyes closed. Ah, it was several times more spicy than chicken nuggets. My mouth was numb.
“It’s too hot.”
my palm pressed on the teacher’s bare leg, and touched the tender white fat viciously. His thigh was too fat, too thick and too soft. It made me crazy, and the chick in the crotch raised the cerebellar pouch melon uneasily.
“Are you full?”
Dumu teacher handed a white towel, I took over to wipe the oil stains and pepper powder on my lips: “full, teacher!”
Mr. Dumu pointed to the bed: “it’s very hot outside in the afternoon. I’m full of food and drink. Let’s take a nap!”
I obediently climbed to the bed, Dumu teacher slammed a light yellow towel was: “Oh, you cover this!”
“No, teacher, it’s too hot, I won’t cover it!”
teacher Dumu put the towel on my abdomen without saying: “little guy, if you don’t sleep with a quilt, you can’t do it. You’ll catch a cold and have a stomachache.”
Mr. Dumu pulled a pink towel quilt and covered her body randomly. Then, she turned to her side and held her beloved little daughter blue flower. It was said that she would be my daughter-in-law in the future. She hummed and muttered incoherently.
I lay stupidly behind Mr. Dumu, with a pair of colored eyes, staring at Mr. Dumu’s fat buttocks and thick white legs without blinking.
I was staring at Mr. Dumu’s fat butt, and I didn’t know how long it had passed. Suddenly, a familiar snort came from his ear.
After all, after sleeping in the same bed with Mr. Dumu for a period of time, I basically understood the temperament of Mr. Dumu. This deep snoring indicates that he is completely asleep.
In the past, I have tried with trepidation. Every time Mr. Dumu made such a snoring sound, I intended to do some dirty little actions beside him: gently touching his long nipple; viciously scratching and scratching his big white leg; pulling the black hair under his armpit; and quietly sticking my hand to Mr. Dumu On the pants, feel the charming warmth Wait, wait, wait.
It was a happy and unforgettable good time. What I did was incredibly lucky. Even I couldn’t believe it. Mr. Dumu didn’t notice it at all.
As a result, I have to push forward, color gall more and more expansion.
I remember that it was a clear summer night, the round full moon was hanging in the sky, and my white cheeks were looking at me tenderly. I turned my face and found the graceful body of the teacher Du Mu beside me, which was full of silver like moonlight. A pair of milk full of giant milk stood tall and upright. In the bright and clean moonlight, it fluctuated rhythmically.
Looking at the sleeping beauty under the moonlight, my color heart suddenly rose, and slipped secretly to the waist of Dumu teacher. Through the thin underwear, I greedily smelled the tiny bumpy meat mound between the crotch of Dumu teacher, the pungent and sour smell, which made me infatuated, lustful, and hard to myself.
I quietly glanced at the sleeping teacher Dumu, she is still so peaceful, breathing or so smooth, smooth, I finally get up color, fingers gently pick up the elastic belt of teacher Dumu’s underwear edge.
My hand was shaking violently, and my color heart was beating wildly. The elastic belt of Mr. Dumu’s underwear was lifted up by me. By the bright moonlight, I could see the charming crotch of Mr. Dumu. There was a lovely pitch black. I immediately became excited, and slowly pulled down the palm of my hand to pull the underwear of Mr. Dumu to the crotch, revealing a piece Dense grass.
With one hand, I felt the thick black hair, but the other hand couldn’t move my underwear any more. Mr. Dumu’s fat buttocks pressed down the underpants. I didn’t dare to exert myself, so I just enjoyed the big black hair of Mr. Dumu.
I thought about it for a long time. Finally, I didn’t have the courage to put my hand into the crotch of Dumu teacher. My heart of color was so crazy that I didn’t have the courage to carry on the dirty behavior. I had to release the underpants of Dumu teacher and withdraw to the corner of the bed.
Today, in a hot and dry summer day, the hot sunshine gently sprinkles on the nearly half naked body of Mr. Dumu through the light blue curtains. I am excited, ashamed and disappointed when I think of my dirty deeds in the past.
Excited, I finally saw Mr. Dumu’s pee. Although I was just so flustered and scratched his big black hair, it was enough to make me over excited. To my shame, I felt that I was too inferior, and even my most respected teacher, Dumu, would not let go. To my disappointment, it was a rare opportunity, Why don’t I touch more, or even, why don’t I stick my finger into Mr. Dumu’s urine.
I was thinking, Dumu teacher suddenly turned over, as if deliberately teasing me, raised the fat thigh, the towel on the body was trampled to the foot, two bare white legs, sandwiched a triangle of white underwear, the center, there is a small protuberance that always fascinates me, with even breathing, slightly rises and falls.
Looking at that lovely little protuberance, I felt like I had been poisoned. I crawled over and put one hand on Mr. Dumu’s abdomen, and scraped it twice or three times.
Thank goodness, Mr. Dumu didn’t respond and was still snoring.
My color gall swelled again. I raised my body and slid my palm to the white underwear of Mr. Dumu. I pulled the elastic belt on the edge of the underwear again. Then, I pulled downward, and the lovely big black hair was exposed again.
Pa – my palm is about to continue to pull down the underwear of Mr. Dumu. Suddenly, Mr. Dumu suddenly moved his thigh, and his white knee just hit my chin. With a thump, I was dizzy, and my mind was blank. I muttered despairingly: finished, finished, Mr. Dumu woke up, and Mr. Dumu noticed my dirty behavior It’s over. I’m dead. It’s over!