Night.84 (3100+) (3rd update)
The fine sand and gravel on the loess path swirled in the mountain wind, turning back and forth many times before finally falling back to its original place.
The late summer wind has lost its moisture like an apple that has been left for a long time, becoming dry and rough. The bitter flesh scrapes invisible blood marks on the tongue and skin.
Chen Shanye and Ruan Mei heard the sound of the sea of trees at the same time.
The two of them simultaneously looked back at the yellow land they had just walked through. The white cloth bands around their foreheads and the hems of their white shirts fluttered in the air, like feathers dropped from a white dove flying across the sky.
There was a sound of invisible fingers plucking the leaves of the saxaul trees.
At the end of the loess path is a small cemetery, where Zhong Mangluo was buried next to his parents.
Ruan Mei turned around first and tugged at Chen Shanye's clothes: "Let's go."
Chen Shanye stood there for a while. The yellow soil faded under the sun. The sky rockets turned into smog after being launched into the sky, covering the blue sky. The flying sand and dust in the air stung his eyes and hurt him. The smell of gunpowder was like a silver hook randomly drawing in his nostrils.
He closed his eyes, listened to the leaves rolling like waves, turned around, took Ruan Mei's hand and followed the funeral procession.
The grandmother walked in front of the team holding a black and white photo of her grandson. The old person was sending off the young person. In just a few days, the grandmother seemed to have aged a little, but the old lady had white hair and a capable back, and she did not cry or collapse throughout the whole process.
It feels like I want to fight with God.
Funeral customs in rural areas are numerous and complicated, but Grandma Zhong meant to keep everything simple, so there were no Taoist priests, no soul-calling, no coffin circumambulation, no clanging of gongs and shrill suonas, no opera troupes, and no buffets to entertain people from all over.
The Zhong family was originally small, and now she was the only one left. No one deliberately made things difficult for the old man with the funeral rules. However, in order to avoid gossip, Chen Hechuan hired a chef to set up several tables to entertain the villagers who came to the mountain to attend the funeral today.
The villagers who were eating and drinking freely at the banquet began to laugh and chat, eating whatever they wanted. Ruan Mei was not used to this custom and Chen Shanye saw her awkwardness and told her to go to the side room to rest after eating and not to stay at the dinner table for socializing.
"Take a nap if you're sleepy." Chen Shanye squeezed Ruan Mei's hand under the table.
"Oh, I know."
The coquettish whispers were like sugar that melted a little in the sun.
Chen Shanye collected the candies bit by bit and put them into the glass jar with Ruan Mei's name written on it in his heart.
He sealed the lid to prevent the sour taste surging around from entering the jar and contaminating the sweetness.
Grandma Zhong is old and has reached her physical limit after a few days. She went into the house to rest early. The villagers ate and drank their fill and left, leaving only a table full of leftovers.
Shen Qing has been at home with Chen Siyang these days and couldn't come to pay his respects. The buffet team was skillfully cleaning up the kitchen waste. Chen Shanye handed cigarettes to the chefs and turned around to see his father standing under an old tree in the yard, looking up at the dense treetops. The wind blew up his white shirt, making his father look even thinner.
He walked up to Chen Hechuan and asked, "Do you smoke, Dad?"
Chen Hechuan turned around, thought for a few seconds, and nodded: "Let's have one, it's been a while."
Chen Siyang was born a few years ago. Without Shen Qing's nagging, Chen Hechuan had already quit smoking on his own after decades of addiction.
The old smoker hadn't smoked in so long that he choked on his first puff. He coughed a few times before feeling better. He exhaled the smoke, still looking up at the tiny rays of light filtering through the leaves. "Do you remember? When you were little, I held you and Zhong Mang in my arms, one on each shoulder, and let you go look at the cicadas in the tree. Look, this tree."
Chen Shanye shook his head: "I don't remember. That must have been when I was very young, right?"
"Yes, at that time Zhong Mang had just learned to walk not long ago, and you were also skinny and small, like a monkey..." Chen Hechuan smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were similar to the lines on the tree trunk.
Chen Shanye looked up, and the leaves filtered out fragments of gold that fell into his eyes. In the winding white mist, many broken and incomplete pictures flashed by.
With the cigarette half-burned, Chen Hechuan changed the subject: "Have you discussed this with Xiao Ruan?"
The bitter taste of tobacco settled quietly in his chest. Chen Shanye sighed, "Not yet."
"Why don't you stay in Guangzhou? Building a house for grandma won't take much time. I'll find a construction team and let them take care of it."
"Building a house is one thing, but grandma is the only one left here now, and she needs to be alone."
"Then there's me and your mother."
Chen Shanye turned his head to look at the increasing number of white hairs on his temples: "You and Mom are not as healthy as before. And Siyang will be going to elementary school in a year. Didn't the teacher say before that it's best for him to stay with his parents?"
Chen Hechuan's eyes were filled with white mist, and his brows furrowed. "...What about Xiao Ruan? You can't let someone come with you to this small place and suffer, right?"
Chen Shanye didn't say anything, but the cigarette at his lips burned faster. In a few seconds, it turned into ashes, fell to the ground, and was blown away by the wind.
*
On the way back, both of them seemed to be in a more relaxed mood. They stayed in the small hotel again, as if to complete what they had not completed a few nights ago.
The room was still dim with a lingering musty smell, and the corridor was filled with all kinds of strange noises.
It may also include Ruan Mei's moans.
Ruan Mei's wrists were tied together with a long towel, but not tightly, but she was happy to cooperate.
Chen Shanye licked her all over, causing crimson petals to float on the inside of her thighs. He wrapped his tongue around her trembling clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. His nails were trimmed cleanly and smoothly. His middle finger was digging into the wet passage, pressing and caressing back and forth along the squirming folds. Especially when he touched a small piece of slightly protruding flesh, he would harden his heart and put some strength into rubbing that place.
"Wu, wu... No more... I don't want your fingers anymore..."
Ruan Mei's waist was as tense as a bulging sail, and waves hit her until she was dizzy. Her tied hands tightly grabbed Chen Shanye's wet short hair.
"This is what you wanted. It's been too long since my slutty baby has released an orgasm. Let's pee first, be good." Chen Shanye had some vaginal fluid in his mouth, and his voice was vague and lewd.
After saying that, he added another finger and squeezed it into the xue.
The greedy little mouth immediately wrapped around and sucked on the finger, causing Chen Shanye's temples to twitch.
He bit the delicate skin of the inner thigh, and rubbed and pressed the soft flesh that was becoming more and more obvious in the juice with two fingers. "Relax, you're biting so hard with just two fingers. You're starving, aren't you? ...Oh, do I need a big dick to fill you up every day to satisfy this little mouth?"
"Oh, ah - I want, I want a big dick brother, fuck me every day..." Ruan Mei was forced to speak incoherently by the gradually increasing pleasure.
As a result, Chen Shanye was stunned. His deep, bright black eyes suddenly widened, and his fingers stopped moving. He asked blankly, "What did you just say?"
"Ah?" Having her pleasure abruptly cut off, Ruan Mei's sweat-soaked face wrinkled into a bitter melon: "...What did I just say?"
"Big or something..."
A few seconds later, Ruan Mei reacted, her face burning. Normally, she would only yell "big cock" and the like, which was already her limit. This was her first time trying such obscene words. But at this moment, she felt very empty and uncomfortable. She could only tap his back with her heel and pout, trying to get away with it: "I was just talking nonsense... Hurry up and continue."
Chen Shanye's eyes flashed with silver light, and his fingers pulled out of the soft roux with a gurgling sound. He narrowed his eyes, picked up the person who was twisting her waist and hips on the bed, and carried her like a child holding her to pee to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
The long mirror was placed against the window, and the dim light that seeped in from outside hit the opening of the vagina with obscene silver threads hanging down from it, just like a ripe orange with a thin layer of skin peeled off, a silver spoon inserted into it and stirred until it was almost broken, before a few drops of precious and sweet orange juice were squeezed out.
Ruan Mei felt so hot all over that she almost fainted. This look was too lewd. The man behind her, who was as hot as a branding iron, was half hidden in the shadows because of his skin color, leaving only her, glowing white under the street light.
"Shan Ye...Brother Shan Ye..." Her voice trembled slightly, and even her throat was hoarse due to the high temperature in her body.
Chen Shanye bit her sweet shoulder, and his hard and swollen penis moved familiarly towards the hot and humid garden. He whispered, "How can you talk nonsense..."
The glans slowly stretched open the slit, and the full and thick penis was swallowed inch by inch by the open little meat bun. Chen Shanye pushed it in very slowly and spoke slowly: "This is obviously the fact."
"Chen Shanye, you are so shameless now..."
Ruan Mei was so embarrassed that she covered her eyes with her hands, but curiosity couldn't help but sneak out from between her fingers. Her white and tender mons pubis was stretched and swollen, and the vaginal fluid that had just been hanging at the entrance of the vagina was sent back into the passage by the penis. The red and swollen erect flesh beads trembled slightly under the visual stimulation.
The first time, Chen Shanye did not fully penetrate the penis. He pulled it out halfway. The penis, which was shiny with love juice, became a red-hot iron rod.
"Don't cover your eyes. Look how you eat me out."
Chen Shanye bit her small earlobe and coaxed her in a hoarse voice, the feeling of flesh against flesh was so wonderful, his penis felt extremely comfortable being clamped by the wet and soft xuerou, he clung to this tenderness and didn't want to leave.
The gap between the fingers blocking his eyes became wider and wider. As Chen Shanye went deeper and faster, the soft flesh deep in the passage was pounded into a pulp like rice cake.
Perhaps it was because of the posture, but every time Chen Shanye pulled out and inserted, the groove under the glans would scrape against the sensitive spot that had just been almost played to the peak.
The sails were raised again, the waves were still surging, and the oars turned the water into sticky white foam, which was then thrown into the bottomless sea, turning the world upside down.
Ruan Mei shivered and orgasmed. Chen Shanye suddenly hugged her away from his penis. The vagina that had not yet closed twitched and a stream of crystal clear liquid gushed out from the bright red flesh, splashing on the narrow mirror surface, spreading out two or three rows of galaxies with tiny stars hidden in them.
"I peed, I peed because of you..."
The dangling toes curled up helplessly like a little snail. Ruan Mei's voice was filled with soft tears, and her eyes, which were vaguely covered by her fingers, were misty.
Chen Shanye was so excited that his chest felt hot, his eyes were red, and his lower body was swollen to the point of exploding. Looking at the person who turned into a pool of spring water in his arms, the bitterness in his heart became even stronger.
He slowly thrust into Ruan Mei's body again, engraving the lewd beauty in the mirror into his own eyes, unwilling to miss any expression of Ruan Mei's excitement and distraction.
Really, I don't want to let her go for even a second.
————Author’s nonsense————
Well, eat and cherish it, now it’s coming to the end.
If you smell the knife, silently recite the HE Heart Sutra a hundred times.
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