If grace is transmuted into debt, it is also a phenomenon of corruption, a two-way corruption of psychological state and mental outlook—and grace is often easily transmuted into debt.

In China, in many crape myrtle villages, and places similar to crape myrtle villages, you can see the ugliness and ugliness under the whitewash of the so-called "benevolence, righteousness and morality", and you can see Zhuo Ge-like characters everywhere.

Therefore, there is a saying in China since ancient times - "one good covers a hundred ugliness". Chinese have been fooled by the false logic of this sentence for too long......

Indeed, the villages of the south are more beautiful than those of the north.

How easy it is for us to associate women with the common southern countryside, with women who are closely related to the fate of men!

This association is very natural.

The countryside in the south is full of melodium, and we often think of the women of our grandmothers. Other southern villages often remind us of our mothers or dear aunts. Their mature charm and the serenity of the time go by make it seem as if they will never grow up in front of them. As for those southern villages that have always been moistened by the green water and soft ponds, they often remind us of a beautiful girl we once had a crush on......

If a man appears in front of it again with his wife and children after more than ten or even twenty years after leaving it, with the inexhaustible hawthorn on his chin and the uneven wrinkles on his forehead, he will be secretly sad because of the death of an old tree at the entrance of the village, he will sigh because the river is no longer as clear and clean as the ripples in his memory, and he will feel sad that the flowers of his memory no longer bloom on the fences of certain houses...... Although there may be a different kind of flower blooming. He would even weep bitterly because the grinding disc he was most familiar with had long since been abandoned, and weeds had grown out of the grinding eyes, thick moss and strange-shaped mushrooms had grown between the grinding grooves......

This southern countryside is the village of crape myrtle. It has this nice name because the village used to be full of crape myrtle flowers. Back then, from a distance, the village seemed to be hidden in the clouds of Zihuihui. It used to be a southern village moistened by green water and soft ponds.

Now, a man who had been away from it for thirty years has returned. Indeed, with the inexhaustible hawthorn on his chin and the uneven wrinkles on his forehead, his eyes condensed the confusion of a forty-eight-year-old man's life without plans and the melancholy of an unsettled fate. He stood dumbfounded beside a large mound of red ruins, as if all his hopes had been buried in that large mound of red ruins, but he did not know if they had been stolen by others. He didn't get back with his wife and children. No, not that it didn't, but - not yet......

No, it's not yet. It was an evening in August 1996. This man's name is "Brother Zhuo". Thirty years ago, people used to call him that, as if they had forgotten his real name. That big mound of red ruins was a collapsed red mill. Thirty years ago, he was implicated in a bloody murder of four people. No, it was actually five tragic deaths. For the next thirty years, he survived within the walls of the prison. He was originally sentenced to death. At that time, a judge of the provincial court felt that there were many doubts about the case, so he came to the county and tried him in person, changing the death sentence to "life indefinite" on behalf of the provincial court. Otherwise, he would already be an underground ghost. He was released early for his good behavior in prison. He had yet to meet a single person from his village. He heard a gasp behind him, turned slowly, and saw a bantam staring at him.

At first glance, you can tell that it is an old dog. Despite being an old dog, it was a strange dog to him. When he was taken from the village by a prisoner's car thirty years ago, he certainly hadn't been born yet. He used to be very fond of dogs, and thirty years ago, he knew every dog in the village. There is a little black dog raised by someone else who has the closest relationship with him. Some nights, when he was sitting on the threshold of the Moulin Rouge and playing his homemade flute to relieve his boredom, the little black dog would come running from the village master's house, lie down in front of him, and watch him listen with his ears pricked up.

At that time, the dog's eyes are particularly gentle, and it can even be said that they are particularly affectionate. It was as if he was moved. As for the elders in the village, when they heard the sound of the flute, they talked to each other: "You are famous, do you hear a little meaning?" Yes, it's time to marry him!" "The man should marry, the woman should marry, it is really time to marry him a daughter-in-law." ”...... The old dog in front of him, with his tail between his legs, stared at him obsessively, neither advancing nor retreating. There was a threat of deception in its eyes. It wanted to bark at him, but he saw that he was not afraid of it at all. It looked back at the village, and there was no shadow of a single person, which made it even more timid and afraid to scream.

He crouched down, snapped his finger at it, and said, "Come here, come closer." I'm also from Ziwei Village, let's get to know each other......"

It bared its teeth at him, hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward. But when he reached out to stroke it, it flickered with great wariness and ran away with no interest in him......

He watched it run away, and remembered the little black dog that was very close to him back then.

He said in his heart: "Heizi, Heizi, are you still alive now? If you are still alive, you should be an old lady, and there are a group of children and grandchildren, right? If you see me Brother Zhuo, can you still know me?"

The forty-eight-year-old man was sad and his eyes were wet......

Behind Ziwei Village, a mountain stands, the stone steps are stacked high, straight to the eight ridges, the pine forest on the ridge is green, covering the ancient hermitage ridge. The crape myrtle river cut the village into two, with more than 100 households on the left and more than 100 households on the right. The stone arch bridge on the river is naturally called crape myrtle bridge. The east of the village and the west of the village are coming by bridge.

Brother Zhuo has been an orphan in Ziwei Village since he was a child. When he was five years old, his mother accidentally fell into the pond and drowned. His father died of edema when he was six years old. The villagers took pity on him, and as soon as they put it together, they set a village rule - Hedong and Hexi, and each family took turns to adopt him for a month until he could support himself. The villagers regarded edema as a plague, and feared that the epidemic would spread to the whole village, so they set fire to his family's two houses. As a six-year-old orphan, he was truly homeless. By the age of sixteen, he was already supporting himself. In the past ten years, he has lived in many homes in Hedong and Hexi. The villagers said that he grew up eating "100 family meals". He himself admits so.

There is an extremely dilapidated mill in the village. The house is a public house, and the mill is a public mill. Sixteen-year-old Brother Zhuo, ashamed to continue to eat "Baijia Rice", offered to ask him to live in the mill. During the day, you can grind rice and beans for the people of the village, in order to repay the kindness of the village, and live there at night, and you can be regarded as having your own home from now on. As soon as several old people in the village discussed, they all said that this young man was really a good young man who was sensible and reasonable, and he not only nodded in support, but also praised him on the ground.

So the sixteen-year-old boy became the owner of the mill.

The mill is half a mile away from the crape myrtle village. The front window faces the river, and the rear window faces the mountain. The mountain did not know what kind of mineral it contained, and when it rained, it washed down the brown soil, and gradually accumulated a large brown soil belt behind the mill. The soil is very sticky and used to plaster the wall, and when it dries, it is very strong and does not crack. But when the villagers plastered the wall in autumn, they didn't touch the brown soil. The taboo is that dark brown is very reminiscent of the color of a coffin. But they forgot to stop the boy from plastering the walls of the mill with brown earth.

He did not have many taboos of adults in his heart, stripped off his back, threw off his arms and worked for three days, and then the four walls of the mill were smooth and smooth. He spent another three days repairing the roof, doors and windows, and the mill looked like a good home from the outside. At least that's what he thinks. But realistically speaking, because of that kind of old red eye-catching, regardless of whether it looks like a coffin, it is more like a temple than a home.

It was autumn, and the villagers were busy with the autumn harvest. In those days, no one cared about him, and when the autumn harvest was over, people naturally cared about him, and went to the mill to have a look, but saw that the mill had changed its dilapidated condition. Under the sunset, the old red walls seem to shine with red light.

Some village elders twisted their beards and said, "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate." How can this boy plaster the wall with that red clay? It is strong, but the color is too unlucky!" So a well-wisher chimed in, saying that he should persuade the child to shovel it himself, and everyone helped him to wipe it again.

Some people shook their heads in disagreement, saying that a child has no taboos in his heart, so why should we adults bother him with the taboos in our hearts......?

Most people think this is true. So the Moulin Rouge was opened from then on. The word "mill" is added before the word "red", but it seems to be more pleasant. Within a few days, the villagers had set up a bed for him, built a stove, and brought water tanks and pots and pans. When setting up the bed, he felt that the bed was big, and he didn't have to sleep on such a big bed, so he could save some wood and build a small bed. The adults laughed. One of them teased him: "You are always sixteen, you are not too old, after you are eighteen or nineteen or twenty, you will not marry a daughter-in-law? When you marry a daughter-in-law, this bed will not be too big at all!" The young man's face turned red with shame, and he lowered his head and quickly avoided the ...... In the first year of this young man's "ownership" of the "Red Mill", the people in the East Village and the West Village were happy to jokingly call him "Brother of the Mill". Especially some big girls and little daughters-in-law, happily and affectionately, they called him "Brother Mill" and used him to come and go. He himself was glad to be supported by them in this way. "Brother of the mill, you grind it and put it in the basin for me, I'll pick it up later, okay?"

He said, "Okay." Sister, don't wait if you have something. ”

People glanced at him and said with a smile: "You dare to say no! Forget the days when you lived in your sister's house, how good did your sister treat you?" He lowered his head and replied in a low voice while grinding: "I haven't forgotten." "Louder!, sister, I didn't hear clearly!" he raised his voice and said more clearly, "I haven't forgotten, sister!" and he was greeted with an affectionate smile. However, when people returned his smile, he was timid and shy, and did not dare to look up at others. When I heard the footsteps of others and left the mill, I dared to look up at their backs. He knew that when he lowered his head and grinded, people had smiled at him affectionately. He couldn't help but laugh because of this in his heart. With deep gratitude, I pushed the mill faster.

"Brother, have you missed your sister-in-law lately?" "......"

"Why don't you keep quiet?

I can't say no.

I had to whisper, "I didn't think about it." ”

"I didn't think about it, you have no conscience! You forgot that you were sick at your sister-in-law's house, who fed you the decoction three times a day? I knew that you had such no conscience, so I didn't love you in the first place!" "I really have no conscience!" "When I first lived in my house, I slept in my bed! I once urinated on my freshly washed mattress!" "I also slept in my bed! One hand had to touch me to sleep." So the women who were half years old and not young leaned back one by one and laughed...... So he pressed his body against the grinding rod, stared at the tip of his shoe, and did not slow down when he was tired, and pushed the big mill sharply. He was trying to stifle their laughter with the grinding sound. And what they say is true. At that moment, he hated that they were making fun of him. If any of them had told him about the past alone without a third woman listening, and had made a few happy words for him, he would not have cared much. He was deeply grateful to every family he had ever lived in, whether he was close or not. For everyone who has cared for him and warmed him, whether it is a man or a woman, there is a thought in his heart that sooner or later he will repay him. He thought that since they were kind to him, they had the right to make a few happy words about him. Just don't get together, just don't embarrass him too much.

However, the half-young and not young women prefer to join forces to make fun of him. And once it began, it was easy not to let him go without taking out a word from his mouth that would make them happy.

"You little brother! I didn't believe that I was so good to you, and you really don't want me if you left me!" "Yes, yes, tell your heart, say what is in your heart, say what is in your heart!" Say something from our hearts, we will find a beautiful daughter-in-law for you in the future!"Find a tofu Shih! Mill brother with tofu Shih Tzu, just a pair! You grind beans for the village, and she makes tofu for the village, how good is that!" "Yes, he has to make us sisters happy now!" "Yes, I have to force him to say it today!" "Say! Tell me!" he was forced to stop, surrounded by women, and lowered his head so much that he couldn't lower his head...... "Raise your head! Why do you keep your head down!" "Say! Speak!" As a result, he had to say, "Yes, "Yes, I want to explain, I want people, I want to think about things, what do I think?" I miss all of you!" So the women of the half-year-old finally stopped, and they all laughed when you look at me, and I look at you. And the young man, his face was so red that he seemed to be oozing blood, and he was about to cry in humiliation. To be fair, not all of the women in Ziwei Village are frivolous. On the contrary, the village style of Ziwei Village is upright, and the words and deeds of the women, including some girls, are actually very restrained. It is precisely because their ordinary words and deeds are too restrained, they are gathered together, and they avoid the hearing and witnessing of men and elders, how can they not get carried away for a moment one by one? The women of Ziwei Village can be said to be "two-faced" who are good at disguise. No, the word "disguise" to describe them is a bit disrespectful to them, and it is too close to being derogatory. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to comment on them with the word "packaging", which is more fashionable today. In front of men, especially in front of men who are husbands and men who are elders, they are gentle, kind, courteous, thrifty, and letting, sitting and standing, laughing without losing their attitude, never forgetting etiquette, not offending etiquette, and not acting in a manner. Once you are free from the confines of men, you can enjoy yourself without taboos. It's like some monkeys that have been strictly domesticated and ** by the owner, in front of the owner, the obedient monkey looks like a model one by one, carrying the owner on his back, all of them are wild monkeys. However, although they are "two-faced", they are well aware of the boundaries. You don't dare to do anything that is offensive to morals. The affair between men and women has never happened. After all, Ziwei Village has a solemn village style and sacred village rules, and it can be called a model within a radius of 100 miles, no one knows, no one knows, and no one admires. So, their forgetfulness, their monkey-like appearance, was in the final analysis only a matter of moments, when they were out of sight of the men, when they were gathered together, in a place like the Moulin Rouge, to a teenager whom they felt had the right and reason to be happy. In addition to the red and white joys and sorrows, Ziwei Village is quiet all year round. And the marriage and funeral are not something that can be carried out in a big way by whoever picks a leader. Therefore, some big girls and little daughters-in-law, some women who are half young but not young, including some bud girls, are often imaginable and helpless lonely in their hearts. Subconsciously, they regard the Red Mill as the "women's club" of Ziwei Village. It doesn't hurt to call it their "salon" in a single word. It's not that the sixteen-year-old boy "owned" the Moulin Rouge until it became their "club" or "salon", it had been there before. Things like rice milling and flour grinding have traditionally been women's work. On a given day, there were no three or five women there? or more than six or seven. Naturally, it became their "club" or "salon"? It's just that men, especially the elders, rarely set foot there. Occasionally, they went, and the women they saw were the ones they were used to seeing without reproach. So not a single man felt that there was a change in the nature of the place that deserved the close attention of men in general. And when the sixteen-year-old "takes over" the Moulin Rouge, it seems to mean that they are the legitimate director of the "club" or the head of the "salon". Moreover, he has no right to ask them for anything, but they have the right to make fun of him. None of the women in Ziwei Village have ever dared to have fun with a man in person. But they have long hoped that there will be such a right and such an opportunity. Needless to say, taking a man for pleasure can bring them great pleasure, and they all want and need this special emotional pleasure. Making fun of a boy can make them feel unidentified. And the seventeen or eighteen boys are close to the young men, and it will be considered frivolous to have fun with the young men, and the boys of Ziwei Village, seventeen or eighteen will begin to know how to maintain their dignity. Those who don't understand this will be doubted if they can become a good man in the village in the future. Therefore, their consciousness of maintaining their dignity is as sensitive as the instinctive maintenance of chastity by young girls. To make fun of their dignity is to play with the horns of a young bull, which is a very risky thing that they never dare to try. Have fun with a sixteen-year-old boy who is a little older than a boy and a little younger than a man. Neither losing one's identity nor taking risks is something between being allowed and being blamed. And the average woman actually wants to do such a thing. The joy of having the opportunity to do such a thing is a rare happiness for a woman. This is especially true for the women of Ziwei Village. What's more, the sixteen-year-old boy had more self-esteem than the boy, and a little less than the man, and was the least delicate in the whole village. Find a few words of happiness with him, get a moment of happiness, he will not be angry, he will not hold grudges, and he will not be embarrassed by giving them a bad stage on the spot. He was just embarrassed and embarrassed......

They made fun of him because they liked him in their hearts. This young man's face is neither long nor short, neither fat nor thin, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and good features, which they like; They saw him as a communal little brother. They cared for him more than the men in the village, and they were also sincere to the men in the village......

Often, after making fun of him for a while, they began to sympathize with him. They would push the mill themselves and force him to leave the Moulin Rouge to go out and play. He was reluctant to be replaced by them. The sixteen-year-old boy thought that pushing and grinding was the only way for him to repay the kindness of the village. He is happy to repay in this way that is not difficult. He's already starting to repay him. There were many rice beans waiting for him to grind, one pot after another, and one dustpan after another, and he felt happy in his heart. At that moment, he could more fully feel the meaning of his labor and the value of his existence as a person from Ziwei Village. He would become like a little donkey, and his steps would thrust the big mill to a rumbling sound. Beads of sweat are falling down and can't care about stopping and resting, wiping. The more you push, the more you push it......

Forced by the women to leave the Moulin Rouge, the sixteen-year-old had nowhere to play. He felt as if he was many years older than the boys of his age in the village. They feel the same way. His background as an orphan and the special experience of growing up eating "100 family meals" will naturally make his inner thoughts and thoughts different from theirs. And after "entering" the Moulin Rouge, he felt even more like an adult. He didn't play with them. Besides, he didn't like to play since he was a child. What's more, there are no particularly idle teenagers in the countryside. Some have jobs to do, and some have to go to other villages or counties to study. He didn't go to school for a day. The cost of going to school is too high. No one could afford to send him to school. But he did recognize some words, and he could write some words, which he learned secretly from other people's homeschoolers, about the same level as the second grade of elementary school......

Usually, this young man who doesn't like to play, his hands have just been separated from the grinding handle, and his shoulders are glued to a pair of burdens. He had to pick up fertile soil from afar, cover the red clay behind the red mill, and transform it into a vegetable patch. He had to fend for himself, and instead of eating the food that the women brought him, he would eat what he had grown. In the future, I will eat the grain I have grown......

When the women came home together, they saw him carrying two baskets full of soil, one hand holding the burden steady, the other hand crossed at the waist, his head tilted, his neck was crushed, and he staggered forward, and they couldn't help stopping to look at him. As he passed in front of them, he straightened his back as much as he could, walked as steadily as he could, and pretended to be relaxed as much as he could.

They looked at his back and couldn't help but say something to praise him: "Isn't this kid tired?"

"It reminds people of the little cowherd! If I am the Weaver Girl in the sky, I would really like to think about the lower realm for him and accompany him for a lifetime!"

"You, you're all from his aunt's generation, and you say such shameless things!

"The woman who married him in the future can be regarded as a bit of a blessing. ”

Of course, there were times when the boy felt very tired. At that time, he went to the crape myrtle river to fish, and the rod was scraped from a tree branch, and the hook was bent with a red-hot needle. It was a quiet stretch of the river, and people in the village didn't go there very much. It seemed to be his "territory" alone. The tall shrubs separated the water from the shore, clusters of crape myrtles bloomed among the bushes, and there was a flat big bluestone in that section of the river, and he often swam over to sit on the big bluestone to fish. There are fish in the river, but they are very small, and occasionally a large one can be caught, which is only more than two inches long. It's not so much that he's going fishing, it's better to say that he's going in a daze. It's a great place to linger and think about your heart.

The sixteen-year-old didn't have much to think about. It's often there that I miss my parents. Then his mood became very sad. The ten years of eating "100 family meals" did not make him forget his biological parents. On the contrary, the image of his parents is very clear in his memory. My parents were a loving couple before their deaths. The home he had back then was very warm. In his imagination, the Moulin Rouge has become his home, as if the sound of his mother calling him to eat can be heard from the Moulin Rouge, as if he ran back, he could see his loving father sitting at the table drinking tea and waiting patiently for him......

The sixteen-year-old boy would also miss Xiaoqin for no reason, and he lived at Xiaoqin's house for two months when he was nine years old. Xiaoqin was ten years old at the time, and he called her sister. Xiaoqin's surname is Liu, but she is not the biological daughter of the Liu family, she was brought back to Ziwei Village by the Liu family from other places. It was when she was more than two years old, and she didn't know where her ancestors were, what kind of parents they were, and others didn't know. The Liu family kept this secretive and tight-lipped like a bottle. The woman of the Liu family is sick and does not have children, and she once hoped to rely on her to recruit a son-in-law to support her when she grows up. When Xiaoqin was three years old, the woman didn't know which medicine was right for the symptoms, but she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. So the two changed their original intentions and planned to let Xiaoqin be their daughter-in-law in the future. For them, this is a logical idea, and there is no need to prepare a dowry for her, nor for a son to prepare a bride price for another daughter-in-law. Not only is it logical, but it also saves money, which is certainly a good idea. As a result, Xiaoqin's identity and status in the Liu family have actually changed from an adopted daughter to a child daughter-in-law, like a calling girl of the Liu family. Every day, she has to serve the daily life of the Liu family, take care of her "husband", and do a lot of work from morning to night. There is a lot of farm work, and Xiaoqin rarely has a moment of leisure every day. Xiaoqin's "husband" is named Baoshun, and he is a very sick child. Children who are sick and weak but are regarded as the pearl of the palm are inevitably squeamish, and squeamish children love to cry.

It's often like this - Xiaoqin is feeding the pigs, or doing the laundry, and Baoshun is crying in the house......

So the woman of the Liu family shouted: "Xiaoqin, dead girl, deaf, didn't you hear Baoshun crying?" So Xiaoqin ran into the house in a panic......

So the man of the Liu family scolded angrily: "Xiaoqin, why don't you wash your hands? Just fed the pigs, can you coax Baoshun without even washing your hands? Do you still have him in your heart? He will be your husband in the future." ”

Baoshun was crying, Xiaoqin looked down at her hands that were not dirty, and she was often stunned, not knowing whether to wash her hands first, or coax her "husband" not to cry first......

Sometimes Xiaoqin will retort when she is scolded: "My hands are not dirty! I didn't feed the pigs, I'm doing laundry!"

No wonder Baoshun's eyes are red these days, it must be because when you coaxed him yesterday, the soapy water in your hand got into his eyes!"

"I didn't do my laundry when I coaxed him yesterday! I swept the yard! And I washed my hands, washed them with water, and didn't rub soap. ”

"It's the other way around!What's wrong with the dead girl now??,Grow a year old and have a bigger temper.,Don't you pay it back in the future?!"

The woman of the Liu family would pounce on her and screw her a few times. Don't twist her face, don't twist her arms. Twist the most delicate part of the flesh skin on the inside of her thighs. If you twist it, even if it is blue and purple, others will not be able to find it. When Xiaoqin was twisted, she bit her lower lip tightly, tears dripping in her eyes, and she didn't dare to scream in pain. If you scream, you will starve for a few meals......

These situations were all witnessed by Brother Zhuo when he was nine years old. He also saw that the ten-year-old Sister Xiaoqin didn't like her seven-year-old "husband" at all. He even saw that she actually hated the squeamish boy who cried at every turn.

The Liu family was unwilling to sincerely fulfill the obligation to adopt him for a month. But this obligation was carried out from house to house in the village, and it was their turn, and they had no legitimate reason to turn him away, so they had to do their duty against their will. The man of the Liu family is a person with a very serious superstitious mind, and he met a man who had set up a fortune-telling stall in the county, and the two had a common language. He often went to the county to meet the friends who had a common language, and reverently asked for some doubts. His friend told him that his Bao Shun was born sick and weak because of his bad birth, so his life was thin, and if there was a boy with a prosperous life to sleep with Bao Shun for a few days, it might be enough for Bao Shun to borrow some life power. And this is the real reason why the Liu family not only did not reject Brother Zhuo when he was nine years old, but also treated him like a guest. When he was nine years old, he was a tiger-headed, and people praised him for his natural appearance of being a tiger and a tiger, and the men of the Liu family thought that he must be a boy with a prosperous life. However, it is impossible for Brother Zhuo himself to know the details of this layer......

The Liu family is indeed very good to him. didn't let him do any work, only asked him to sleep with Baoshun, and he had to sleep in a quilt with Baoshun, and he had to sleep naked. Baoshun took a nap, and he also had to strip naked to sleep with. Even if he wasn't sleepy at all. He knew each other very well, and every time at that time, he obediently took off and lay next to Baoshun, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. In fact, he would rather help Xiaoqin with work, but he didn't dare. Then the Liu family will be angry. People are kind to him, how can he make people angry? It's not that he hasn't secretly helped Xiaoqin with work. Once the woman of the Liu family saw it and reprimanded him. Then the woman told her husband, who reprimanded him. From then on, he didn't dare to help Xiaoqin anymore......

Xiaoqin knew that he wanted to help her work, but he didn't dare, so he was not jealous of his status in the Liu family, but was superior to her, and he didn't bother with his idleness. A nine-year-old boy and a ten-year-old girl can't watch each other if they want to express their affection for each other. One day, Baoshun had a fever again, and the Liu family went to the county for Baoshun together. The man went to ask his fortune-teller friend for comfort. The woman went to get medicine for her son. So a nine-year-old boy and a ten-year-old girl had a chance to talk together. Xiaoqin didn't do any work anymore, and talked to him endlessly. Said that when she grew up, she would have to run away from Liu's house one day, so she would not be their daughter-in-law! The ten-year-old girl cried when she said that she was sad. The nine-year-old boy wiped her tears, persuaded her not to be too sad, and vowed to run away with her in the future......

She said, "I don't believe you if you swear!"

He asked, "Then why do you believe it?"

The ten-year-old girl bit her lower lip and thought about it, then suddenly rolled her eyes again, and said with an extremely solemn expression: "I only believe it if we worship my sister and brother!"

The nine-year-old boy stared at her and asked again in confusion, "Didn't I already call you sister?"

She said: "Those two things are different! Worship, you have me in your heart, I have you in my heart! Don't many men and women in the village call each other that? Do you think they really care about each other?"

He said, "But I won't worship." ”

"I will! I've seen how adults worship. ”

So the ten-year-old Xiaoqin took the hands of the nine-year-old Brother Zhuo and ran into the miscellaneous warehouse, she inserted three thin sticks of firewood into the grain hoard, pulled Brother Zhuo and her knelt down side by side, and kowtowed to the grain hoard together.

She said: "Grandpa and grandma, give me a testimony! We worship my brother and sister today, and in the future, I will have him in my heart, and he will have me in my heart." If any of us change our minds, Grandpa Heaven will thunder and bury Grandma!"

She said a word, and Brother Zhuo followed suit. After the worship, Brother Zhuo asked Xiaoqin: "In the future, are you really my sister?" Xiaoqin said: "Of course, it is a sister who is closer than your own sister!" Brother Zhuo said: "Then I will have a relative in this world in the future?" Xiaoqin said with the unquestionable tone of an adult: "Yes! I will also have a relative in this world in the future!" She suddenly hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Since his mother's death, Zhuo Ge was kissed for the first time. The nine-year-old boy wasn't shy. On the contrary, he was so moved that he wanted to cry...... After the Liu family came back, for some reason, their attitude towards Xiaoqin was extremely cold. This made Xiaoqin extremely panicked and worried everywhere, and also made Brother Zhuo feel uneasy for her......

During the Dragon Boat Festival that year, the villagers sent zongzi to each other as usual. The Liu family sent Xiaoqin to send it as usual. There are many people who should give it away, and Xiaoqin can't take it alone. Brother Zhuo volunteered and asked to go with Xiaoqin. The Liu family hesitated for a moment and agreed. Before the two children went out, the woman of the Liu family personally combed Xiaoqin's hair and rebraided her hair. also turned out a piece of pink silk for Xiaoqin to tie a braid flower on the tip of the braid. And, find a new set of pants and a new pair of shoes for Xiaoqin to change into. He took a few steps away from her and examined her, rubbed a faint rouge on her cheek, and dotted a small round red dot on the center of her brow. So in Brother Zhuo's opinion, the young lady he secretly pretended to be in his heart was as good-looking as the little goddess on the New Year's painting......

After the two children walked out of Liu's house with a basket of zongzi, Brother Zhuo said to Xiaoqin: "Your parents ......"

Xiaoqin immediately interrupted him: "Don't say that again! They are not my parents." ”

Brother Zhuo was silent for a while, walked a few steps silently, and couldn't help but say again: "Your in-laws ......" Xiaoqin stopped, raised her eyebrows and glared at him, and said angrily: "They are not my in-laws! Sister told you that sooner or later my sister will run away from the Liu family and your Ziwei Village when she grows up!" Brother Zhuo also said a little angrily: "Anyway, from today's point of view, the Liu family is also very good to you!" Xiaoqin didn't want to quarrel with him, the little brother who had worshipped, and snorted in her nostrils. Both children were upset...... Sending zongzi to a certain family, the woman looked at Xiaoqin with admiration and asked, "Yo, so beautiful." Who is dressed up as you?" Xiaoqin lowered her head and replied, "Baoshun is his father, his mother." The woman asked, "Xiaoqin, would you rather be their daughters, or would you rather be your in-laws?" The woman seemed to sense something from her appearance, leaned down and asked, "Xiaoqin, are they good to you?" If they treat you badly, the people of Ziwei Village can make decisions for you and criticize and teach them a lesson. Our Ziwei Village is a well-known village of benevolence and righteousness within a radius of 100 miles, and we will never allow unkindness and injustice to exist behind the scenes!"

Xiaoqin said softly: "Then you ask Brother Zhuo, he knows best." ”

The woman became serious, turned her face and asked Brother Zhuo: "Since she doesn't want to say it herself, Brother Zhuo, you can tell her for her! Just rest assured and tell the truth boldly! No one dares to do anything to you if you tell the truth, I will protect you!"

Brother Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly replied for Xiaoqin: "The Liu family is good to her." "Really?" "Really. The Liu family is good to me, and they don't let me do any work, do you want to be bad to her?"

Brother Zhuo was recognized as an honest child in the whole village, and the woman believed his words, and finally smiled: "I thought that their Liu family was not good for Xiaoqin! That's not good." We are a well-known village of benevolence and righteousness, and it is everyone's responsibility to maintain the reputation of the village! Forgive them that the Liu family can't be bad to Xiaoqin, and don't dare to be bad!"

On the way back to Liu's house, Xiaoqin just lowered her head and walked quickly in front of her, ignoring Brother Zhuo. This made Zhuo Ge feel very uncomfortable......

As soon as the two children entered Liu's house, the woman of the Liu family ordered Xiaoqin to quickly change out of her new clothes, pants and shoes. The woman of the Liu family took the new pair of shoes and shouted at the man: "Look at you, this dead girl, a pair of new shoes didn't go out a few steps, and she got a pair of soil on the upper!" Brother Zhuo looked at it and listened, and his heart became even more uncomfortable...... Xiaoqin timidly didn't dare to tell the difference. The woman of the Liu family reprimanded her again: "Why don't you go and wash the rouge on your face! Do you want to always look like a goblin?" Xiaoqin lowered her head and quickly turned around to wash her face...... The man of the Liu family beckoned Brother Zhuo to the front and asked him if he had talked to them about the zongzi when they accepted the zongzi, and that honest children who wanted to learn to lie would have to suffer a few big losses because of their honesty. Brother Zhuo has always been praised by adults for his honesty, and he has not regretted his honesty. So he learned what the woman of that family asked Xiaoqin first and then asked him. "Xiaoqin, how did she answer?" "She didn't say it herself, she asked me to say it for me." "What do you say?" "I said you were nice to her. I said that you are not even better than me, and you don't let me do any work, can you be bad for Xiaoqin?" The men and women of the Liu family smiled at each other when they heard this. The man also touched Brother Zhuo's head with satisfaction. Then the man called Xiaoqin to the front and asked her with a gloomy face, "Why don't you answer when outsiders ask you?" Xiaoqin lowered her head and didn't say anything. The man didn't press her, but said coldly, "Kneel in the corner, don't eat tonight." So Xiaoqin silently walked to the corner of the wall and knelt down facing the corner. She knelt until dinner, and the Liu family didn't allow her to get up. They seemed closer to Brother Zhuo. Two pairs of chopsticks, one on the left and one on the right, kept putting vegetables into his bowl. While eating, Brother Zhuo peeked at Xiaoqin's back kneeling in the corner from time to time. At that moment, the boy's whole heart was full of great pity for the young lady he had secretly worshipped, but he did not dare to let his pity slip into his face, let alone let his pity turn into tears and expose his eyes. Only to use a mouthful of food to block his pity back into his bosom, tightly pressed in his bosom. This boy, who has been eating "Baijia Rice" since he was six years old and has eaten it to the age of nine, has already understood many life situations that children of his age are unlikely to understand. He has learned some rudimentary life lessons and skills from his own experience.

He hoped that he could hate the Liu family, but he couldn't. Because they are good to themselves, and they are doing better to themselves.

He finally mustered up an unprecedented courage to intercede on behalf of his little sister.

He said, "Auntie, uncle, I'm full. Let's eat it too. Shall I go and kneel for her?"

The voice was very quiet.

The two members of the Liu family couldn't help but put down their bowls and looked at each other.

The woman's face sank, and she was about to say something unpleasant, but her man stopped her with a gesture.

He said quietly: "Since Brother Zhuo has interceded for Xiaoqin, let's give Brother Zhuo a face!"

The woman immediately laughed and said in agreement: "Whoever refutes your face, you can't refute Brother Zhuo's face! You are a public son of our whole village of Ziwei Village! Brother Zhuo, when you sleep at night, you have to hold one of Baoshun's hands." He loves to be surprised. You hold one of his hands, and he doesn't notice. ”

Brother Zhuo looked at the woman with a very trustworthy gaze and said, "Auntie, I have always held one of Baoshun's younger brothers' hands and slept with him. ”

For the men and women in the village who are the same generation as his parents, the nine-year-old boy is accustomed to adding "mom" and "dad" after "aunt", "aunt", "uncle" and "uncle", which is his "creation", as a way to express his lifelong gratitude and respect for them and their parents.

So the woman called Xiaoqin over for dinner.

And he can't hate the Liu family even more......

Of course, he didn't know that the Liu family asked him to hold one of their precious son's hands to sleep, and he borrowed the trick from the fortune teller in the county who was immersed in the people. He said that there is an acupuncture point on the palm of the human hand, which is the "door" of the lifeline. When a person is a child, the "door" is open. As people grow, the "door" closes. The most direct way for children to use life force is to shake hands with children.

Of course, Xiaoqin didn't know that the fortune teller once told the Liu family that she was the reincarnation of the disaster girl, that is, the reincarnation of the granddaughter of the White Tiger Spirit. Whoever lives in it will have calamity. The only way to resolve the catastrophe is to suppress her evil spirit with majesty. This prophecy made the Liu family extremely troubled. They no longer intended to make her a daughter-in-law in the future, but there was no valid reason to expel her from the house. Troubles arise from this. As the saying goes, it is easier to invite God than to send God. They could only hope that she would die suddenly......

Tianbaoshun climbed onto the table and overturned the hot water bottle, burning his hands and feet, not seriously, but after all, it was burned.

The two members of the Liu family tied Xiaoqin to the pillar of the house, stuffed cloth in their mouths, stripped off their shirts, and beat them with whips dipped in water.

This harsh punishment was also carried out in front of Brother Zhuo. At that time, he almost wanted to pounce and bite the hand of the man of the Liu family, but he didn't dare after all. He didn't think that their precious son was burned and the blame was on his little sister. Because the seven-year-old boy had climbed onto the table and knocked down the thermos under their gaze, and Xiaoqin was washing vegetables by the well in the yard......

On that day, the nine-year-old child began to wonder if all the people in Ziwei Village were really good, and then began to wonder if the good reputation of Ziwei Village, which was so kind to him, was really worthy of its name......

At night, after the Liu family slept soundly, he quietly slipped off the bed where he and Baoshun slept and slipped into the dark and damp small side room where his young sister lived, and came to her bed.

He knelt down and buried his head in her chest and wept.

He said sadly: "Sister, when he smoked you, I wanted to bite his hand, but I didn't dare!"

The young lady touched his head with one hand and said, "Sister doesn't allow you to be like that." Sister only asks you one thing - is the reputation of Ziwei Village worthy of the protection of your little child's family?"

Brother Zhuo didn't know how to answer. Although he had begun to secretly doubt whether the good reputation of the village, which had been so kind to him, was truly worthy of its name, he preferred to maintain it when it was necessary for him......

"Brother, you, you!" -- the young lady lifted his head from her chest with both hands, leaned over and stared at his face in the dark, and whispered: "I tell you, the good reputation of their Ziwei Village is fake, fake! Baoshun is not his father's seed at all! It is the seed that his mother borrowed from the man! The one who helped their Liu family inherit the family is none other than the village chief who has been serious all day long! After their Liu family has Baoshun, the village chief still comes often at night! Baoshun's father is not happy that the village chief is coming again, but Baoshun is fucking happy! In order to make Baoshun's father ignore her and the village chief's affairs, she took advantage of the days when her own sister lived here to instigate her husband and her own sister-in-law, and she and the village chief to separate their own shops in this big mansion! Her man also stole other women, and one of them was the village chief's wife! The village chief is even more a pervert, and he has already hooked up with the female security director of your Ziwei Village to commit adultery! These shameless things were all whispered by my left ear and right ear when the two of them were whispering in the Liu family! You can't always believe in the good reputation of your Ziwei Village just because it is kind to you! Your Ziwei Village has a good reputation, and there are probably more shameless things to hide......

The young lady's words made Brother Zhuo's scalp tingle, and his body was stunned for a while. He was terrified in his heart, and felt that what the young lady said was all the most perverse and dangerous words. He muttered in a trembling tone: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, sister, don't tell anyone else!"

Suddenly, he saw a figure flash through the window. The young lady also "booed" in time. He tiptoed to the window and peeked into the courtyard, saw a figure standing in the courtyard for a while, listened to the movement outside the courtyard for a moment, and then ran to the window of the house of the Liu family on tiptoe, raised his hand and tapped on the window three times, and coughed. He could see from his figure that it was the "uncle" of the village chief whom he had always respected. After another moment, the door opened, and the man of the Liu family came out with the quilt rolled, and after saying something to the village chief's "uncle", he went to the west wing......

At that moment, a temple in the nine-year-old boy's heart collapsed. He wept...... A few days later, a reporter came to the village. It is said that he is a big reporter from the provincial newspaper, and he came to interview how and how to raise an orphan in Ziwei Village together. As soon as the village chief waited, he naturally accompanied the reporter to Liu's house. Among the cadres, there are also female security directors.

The village chief pointed to Brother Zhuo and said to the reporter: "This is the child! Look how strong he has grown! No matter where he lives, no family has ever treated him badly!" So the reporter asked him: "Brother Zhuo, is what the village chief said true?" Brother Zhuo lowered his head and replied: "What Uncle said is true." The big reporter couldn't understand what "uncle" was. The man of the Liu family wasted no time in stepping forward to explain. Finally, he said, "Call me Uncle and Aunt, and call me Aunt Woman." The two of us love him as parents love their own sons!"

So the big reporter said with emotion: "This thing is too moving." It's so moving. It's really an ode to a beautiful nostalgia...... The hearts of the adults in Ziwei Village are beautiful, and Brother Zhuo's gratitude to Dade's young heart can also be called beautiful......" The female security director interjected: "Yes, yes, Brother Zhuo is honest and never lies!" The reporter asked Brother Zhuo again: "Brother Zhuo, when you grow up, will you maintain the good reputation of Ziwei Village like your aunts, aunts, uncles, and uncles in Ziwei Village?" Brother Zhuo thought for a while and whispered, "I am willing to maintain ...... now" His words immediately won praise from the village chief and other cadres, big reporters, including the Liu family. Everyone said that it was rare for this child to be so sensible, and it was not in vain that the whole village took turns to raise him...... At that time, Xiaoqin was locked in the miscellaneous room and was given a stern warning in advance...... Brother Zhuo has been living in Liu's house for almost a month, and before it is his turn to live in someone else's house, the man of the Liu family will one day pull him to him, stare at him and ask: "Brother Zhuo, after you live in someone else's house, what you see in our Liu family, will you tell others?" Brother Zhuo shook his head, his eyes were still so trustworthy. The man of the Liu family continued: "Actually, I'm not afraid that you will tell others. You told it, and no one believed it. Our Liu family has a good reputation in the village. What about you, Brother Zhuo, you should have a mirror in your heart. I tell you that I am thinking about you. You're only nine years old, and you'll be able to support yourself for more than ten years! You'll still live in a lot of homes in turn! If you leave a family and talk about it, who would want you to eat and live in your home? Besides, who doesn't have a little bit of a family that doesn't want outsiders to know? Can you understand that I told you purely for your sake?......

Brother Zhuo nodded silently. ...... He had only lived in another family for more than a month, and he heard that the precious son of the Liu family had finally died of illness. After that, he never saw his young sister again, but he saw the women of the Liu family many times. When the woman went from Hedong Village to Hexi Village, she cried when she met people, saying that her baby son was kicked to the ground from the bed by Xiaoqin, and he was frightened by the fall, and he was unconscious for several days and died. People's compassion has always been easily won over by mothers who have lost their sons. So the name of "Xiaoqin", a beautiful girl, seems to have become an example footnote of the word "ungrateful" in Ziwei Village. It has become a symbol of the "disaster star". Brother Zhuo was the only one in the village who didn't believe that his sister Xiaoqin would kick the Liu family's precious son from the bed to the ground, unless she ate the bear's heart and leopard gall. Although he knew that she didn't like Bao Shun at all. But he was just a child, and he had no prestige to defend his young sister, and he did not dare, lest he be associated with the word "ungrateful" because of this. The fact that Xiaoqin was notorious taught nine-year-old Zhuo Ge a lesson, that is, he could never betray Ziwei Village, even if its good reputation within a radius of 100 miles was indeed fake......

Soon after, the article of the big reporter of the provincial newspaper appeared in the newspaper. He sent a few copies to the village, and the whole village rushed to see them. Including those men and women who couldn't recognize a few words, everyone smiled, as if they had a large fortune that could be passed on to the next generation. In times of material scarcity, honor is indeed enough to be regarded as wealth.

No one noticed that it was at that time that Brother Zhuo had become silent. The nine-year-old boy no longer seems to be actively communicating with others and the world......

It wasn't until he "entered" the Moulin Rouge that he saw his sister Xiaoqin again. There were many women who came to the Moulin Rouge that day. They laughed and laughed at him as always. And as always, he just kept his head down and grinded. Suddenly, the women fell silent. He looked up strangely and saw that his little sister had the rim of the basin stuck to her waist and was hesitantly standing outside the door of his Moulin Rouge. She was already an eighteen-year-old girl, and she had grown noticeably taller. At that time, the morning sun was shining brightly outside the Moulin Rouge. Brother Zhuo looked at the piano outside the mill from the mill, but saw that she was bathed in sunlight, but he couldn't see her face clearly. He only felt that she had not only grown noticeably taller, but also that her breasts had visibly bulged high, and that her figure looked so slender and graceful touched his young heart. Her long hair was not braided. A bunch is draped on the chest, and a bunch is draped on the back. Her face was facing him, distinctly staring at him blankly. He noticed that the women were also looking at him meaningfully, and he was so panicked that he immediately lowered his head and pushed the mill again......

He heard the women talking, "Why is the plague so dressed in rags, and he doesn't comb his hair or wash his face?"

"Do you knowingly ask? or do you really not know?"

"I don't know. ”

The Liu family did not allow her to dress neatly and neatly. At night, she was allowed to comb her hair and wash her face. Originally, she was reincarnated with a bit of demonic aura, and then she was allowed to dress herself up attentively, and didn't she confuse the hearts of the men on both sides of the river in our Ziwei Village?"

"That's it! The Liu family did the right thing! Can't let that beautiful disaster star spoil the hearts of the men of our Ziwei Village and ruin the good reputation of our Ziwei Village!"

"The Liu family will marry her far away as soon as possible!"

"If the Liu family doesn't marry her off, they have their own reason for not marrying her off! I forgot how Xiao Baoshun of the Liu family died? Wasn't he killed by the demonic spirit in her life? The Liu family would rather raise her than let her go to the son of someone else's family in the world again......

"Alas, it's rare for the two members of the Liu family to have this kind of Buddha's heart of purifying all sentient beings......"

Brother Zhuo understood that his sister Xiaoqin had seen too many people leave.

For the first time in his life, the boy experienced a powerful sense of loss......

He often lay on the big bluestone in the middle of the river and daydreamed that his sister Xiaoqin would one day become his daughter-in-law. He wasn't afraid of the demonic spirit of her life, and he didn't believe those nonsense at all. He wanted her to be his daughter-in-law and call her sister. He imagined himself and his sister Qin living in harmony in the Moulin Rouge, and he often laughed with joy in vain, and imagined that he had caught half a bucket of small fish, and carried it home, and when he saw her leaning against the door of the house and looking forward to his return, he took the bucket with joy, and in no time he quickly packed up the fish, and boiled out a pot of delicious fish soup. What a happy day it was? If this dream didn't come true, he didn't have the emotional heart to fish. He has transformed the red clay soil so that he can grow vegetables next year. If this dream can't come true, he feels that no matter how much melon and vegetables he harvests in the summer and autumn of next year, he will not be able to be happy. In the imagination of this young man, it can only be a joy if he and his sister Xiaoqin harvest seeds together in that field......

At this time, the boy remembered his parents with great sorrow. If his parents lived, probably his dream would not be difficult to come true. He thinks so, and at the same time, he feels even more sorry for himself because he has been an orphan since he was a child......

The teenager often daydreamed about it and grew up two years old. He is eighteen years old, but it is a pity that there is not even a small mirror in his "home". At first, it was only because of the change in women's attitudes towards him that he gradually began to realize that he was no longer a teenager. They don't have the same pleasure with him as they used to. They all looked solemn before him. Their eyes were no longer as unscrupulous as they had been before. There seemed to be a kind of surprise in their eyes. The tone and tone of their voices when they spoke to him was no longer adult-to-child, but adult-to-adult. You're polite, polite to be gentle. And, for some reason, they themselves are often reserved and even shy at first. Sometimes when he looked at them and smiled, they blushed slightly......

This confused him considerably.

One day, he stumbled upon the face of a square, angular man from the bottom of a glittering copper basin where a woman held beans. It was the face of a very young man. Yes, despite being very young, there is no buoyancy and irritability of a young man at all. That face looked so mature, so honest, with a full forehead, thick lips, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Not to mention how handsome he is, at least he can be said to be dignified. In short, it was the face of a beautiful country man. He recognized from the thick eyebrows and big eyes that the face on the bottom of the copper basin was his own face. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at his left shoulder and left arm. The muscles in the shoulders are strong, the arms are thick, and the hands are large, a strong hand. Then turn your head and look at your right arm, of course, the same is true. He coughed dryly. Energetic, its voice was loud and buzzing around the Moulin Rouge. He realized that he was no longer a teenager, and he could no longer be seen as a teenager by others. He let out a long sigh. Realizing that he was no longer a teenager, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad at the time. He had hoped that he was no longer a teenager, and he was afraid that he was already a man...... That night, he bathed in the river and rescued his little sister. He saw a woman's figure undressed in the moonlight, and slowly wading into the river. He didn't think it was his sister. No one had come to this section of the river to bathe before, let alone a woman. Men and women in Ziwei Village, including the elderly and children, often bathe in the river alone or in groups. However, it has long been divided into safe sections of rivers with clear water and shallow bottoms. And he bathed in this section of the river that belonged to him, and he had always stripped naked. He hurriedly hid behind the big bluestone, lest his naked and unbearable appearance be seen by the woman and scare her.

It rained heavily the other day and the water was deep. The river gradually did not reach the woman's legs, nor did it reach the woman's waist, and then it did not reach the woman's breasts...... He was a little worried about her. He knew that if she took one more step, the river would flood her head. He wanted to shout to tell her, but he opened his mouth, afraid that she would suspect that he was peeking at her bathing, that his kindness would be misinterpreted as another intention to flirt, and that he did not shout...... Fortunately, the woman stopped moving forward, and stood there with her head bowed and washed her long hair...... He plunged into the water and swam to the shore. When he climbed ashore and got dressed as he could, and looked up at the woman again, she was gone. He thought that she couldn't go ashore and walk away in the blink of an eye, and he chuckled in his heart. As she scanned the river, she was drowning! Her body was sinking and floating, and her long hair was floating leisurely like a black straw hat. She does not cry out for help when her head rises to the surface, and she does not slap her arms in a struggling manner, as if she is leaving life and death at rest......

He threw himself into the water and rescued her from shore. In the moonlight, her skin looked even fairer. The country woman doesn't wear a bra, but she wears a cloth around her breasts and ties a knot behind her back. She no longer had a cloth like that on her chest, and she must have taken it off and held it in her hand when she washed herself, and was washed away after drowning. Her breasts were completely exposed, plump and taut. Her short, obscene pants had been swirled to her knees by the river. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and her wet hair lined around her face. It was a goose-egg face, with thin eyebrows, and although the eyes were closed, the tips of the eyebrows almost reaching into the sideburns......

Her naked body lay on her back in front of him, like a feast, just waiting for him to feast on it. Only then did he realize that she was Xiaoqin. Her nakedness was a great temptation to his gaze. For the first time, the eighteen-year-old Zhuo Ge felt the strong attraction of a woman's naked body to him so irresistible! and she was the woman he had often dreamed of one day becoming his daughter-in-law! A rushing impulse ran and swelled in his body. The impulse was wild, and seemed to push him down against her again and again. He crouched next to her, unable to move. It was as if he only needed to move a little, and he would involuntarily pounce on her......

He looked at her naked body and froze completely. A resident bird fluttered in the bushes, startling him. He looked around for no reason, as if someone was secretly watching his every move. If someone finds out that I, Brother Zhuo, is with her like this...... Fear rose sharply in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to continue to watch. So he put one hand under her waist and gently lifted her lower body, while using the other hand to pull on her short pants. Her skin was so smooth, soft and elastic that his hands couldn't help but caress her whole body. I especially want to touch her towering soft white bun-like breasts. And so he did......