By this time, it was already dark.

He settled the animals, did not light the kerosene lamp, and stumbled to bed in the dark. He took off his trousers and slipped into the torn quilt rolled around with cotton wool, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Jing'er's cry came from the east courtyard, thinking that there was some trouble again, and Maosheng taught him a lesson. The sour jujube feels that there is a new taste in this day.

These days, he is always willing to think about the past. What I think about the most is the scene when I live with my dead daughter-in-law.

At that time, the sour jujube was not as poor as it is now. He is also a cropper man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick waist and thick back, and he also has a mother-in-law who is not good-looking but sturdy. At that time, sour jujube had inexhaustible strength, had not had enough small days, and had women who didn't like enough. During the day, the two of them went in and out of the house in pairs, and anyone who saw them was envious. At night, the two of them rolled together without stopping, and there was never enough. Moreover, the woman's belly soon made the sour dates bigger, and she shouted for sour things to eat every day. Sour and spicy girls, sour jujubes are happily looking forward to women giving birth to babies and holding cubs every day. Who knows, God doesn't open his eyes. Just as the husband went to the southwest corner of the town to build a reservoir, his house caught fire at night. I think the woman was in a hurry to make pancakes for him, and after baking, she didn't extinguish the sparks. That night, a fire burned everything he had, including the woman he loved and the family business he had worked so hard to accumulate. Since then, his spirit has completely collapsed, and he has been trapped in self-blame all day long. He reproached himself for not leaving the woman who was about to give birth to earn that little work, and he should not be in a hurry to ask for a letter urging him to get dry food. This kind of self-blame that goes deep into the heart has been with him for more than ten years.

It was the arrival of Maosheng's family that made the mind of sour jujube gradually come alive. When I think of this, the sour jujube is a little ashamed. That's exactly what happened.

On the night of Maosheng's return, Sujube cleaned up the messy household that had been hastily moved to the West House, and went to bed early. In his sleep, he vaguely heard a familiar voice in the east room of the partition wall. It sounds like the ambiguous and soul-stirring sound of a husband and wife having sex. The heart of the sour jujube "gurgled and clucked". The lower abdomen, which had long lost its feeling, had a slow flow of heat flowing, slowly encroaching all over the body. The male root, which had shrunk for a long time, raised his head tremblingly, gradually swelling and filling, and there was slippery mucus flowing out.

Unable to help himself, he got up uncontrollably because of the growing noise in the east room, and looked over the place where the noise was coming from, as he usually used to observe the cattle in the west room. In the bright moonlight, he saw two figures of flesh writhing violently, and heard heavy wheezing clearly. It was a writhing that had long been forgotten, a gasp that I had long since lost. It wasn't until the battle in the east room was over that he reluctantly got into the quilt. The male Gen'er had unconsciously stood with his head held high, standing mightily and unyieldingly in the center of his mind and body, eagerly eager to touch and fight. He involuntarily stretched out his hands, tore and wrestled with it, reliving the scene when he rolled and hugged his own woman. In a long sigh of relief, he collapsed on the bed, reminiscing about the pleasure just now. It seems that I have returned to the past, back to the arm of my heart.

It was this accidental peeping that made the sour jujube sober up. He knew that he was still a living person, and he still had the seven emotions and six desires of the world, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and he still wanted to live a life that he had not had enough before. Since then, his heart has been full of thoughts. I secretly look forward to the day when I can have another mother-in-law and live a nourishing life again. He knew in his heart that this kind of thought was like a pipe dream, how could such a good thing fall on his head. However, he was willing to think so. As soon as he had free time, he buried himself in the thought and carefully arranged the stories of one kind or another that might arise when he lived such a life. Moreover, he re-infected with the ** problem, and released it once a few days, and he was happy to do it.

On several occasions, he took the "old fellow" into the house, followed the example of Maosheng, and copulated with the cow. Moreover, he treats the cow as his own woman and takes special care of it. He secretly cursed that he had become a beast, and that he was not even a beast, and that he could not continue to do such evil. Gradually, he resisted the thought of copulation with the cow and forced himself to solve it with his hands. In this way, the pressure on my heart has been reduced a lot.

Tonight, he used his hand to release the desire that had accumulated in his body for many days before he fell asleep peacefully.

Before going to bed, the sour jujube was still thinking in his heart, the "old man" doesn't like to eat grass these days, and he has no energy. Ming'er, I have to talk to Maolin, take it to the commune veterinarian station to see, don't you have any symptoms.