It was a long time before the sour apricot woman returned. In front of Mao Lin, she said to her man thoughtlessly that his second aunt was pregnant.

Sour Apricot was stunned for a moment, and said that she was pregnant. After that, he suddenly realized again, and shouted, but it's good, God has pity on the second brother to suffer, and he will reward him with a descendant out of thin air.

Mao Lin also said happily, what a great event. There are many things that are in a hurry. It is useless for the unblessed to toss and turn, and the blessed can honestly wait for miles.

Seeing that Sour Apricot was happy to patronize, and he didn't have the heart to talk to him about production anymore, Maolin said goodbye with interest. He was about to embark on the path home, but his legs and feet involuntarily walked in the direction of the northeast corner.

In recent days, his subterfuge has become more and more obvious. It makes him feel furious sometimes, afraid of being met by people, and even more afraid of letting people guess the privacy of his heart. He has always had the full moon in his heart, and he is worried about the Xigui woman who has been a widow for more than half a year. He couldn't let go of the full moon's sad and pitiful appearance, so he wanted to get close to the courtyard. Even if he stood at a distance and looked at it twice, the full moon's haggard face would appear in front of his eyes, and he seemed to smell the intoxicating aura emanating from the full moon's body. This kind of uncontrollable thoughts and actions were all caused by the last time I went to her house to inspect the dilapidated house.

At that time, the full moon's sad and mournful look threw Mao Lin's soul in that courtyard. He often went to the women's group, or checked the production situation, or talked to the xylophone about work, all under the guise of covering people's ears. In fact, his real intention was to see the full moon a few more times. After not seeing the full moon for a few days, his heart panicked, and he looked like he was not guarding. Sometimes, when he saw that there was no one, he also went to the full moon house under the pretext of an excuse, nothing more than to care about the lives of orphans and widows, to ask if there was anything to ask the production team to help, and then take the opportunity to inhale the breath of a woman with a nose. After that, I reluctantly hurried away. He was afraid that people would see him as a big man's house, and he frequented the widow's court, which could easily attract gossip and suspicion. More often than not, he didn't dare to rush into the hospital. Just standing and looking at it from a distance is satisfied.

Tonight, he approached the haunting courtyard again. Go around to the back of the house and listen to the movement in the courtyard with bated breath. I heard the full moon scolding Zhu'er, thinking that he had left the bottom of the bowl when he was eating. I also heard the pillar sobbing softly. In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of the full moon urinating again. Rapid urine rushed into the kiln-made urine jar, making a "whoosh" sound.

Mao Lin pressed the crotch of his pants that had already bulged with his hand and rubbed it vigorously for a while. That primal impulse that flourishes is getting worse and worse. He did not dare to stay for a long time, so he left the courtyard lightly, and ran straight to his house in a hurry like a male dog in heat. He wants to get the stick baby and Cao'er to go to bed quickly, so that he can find Xue'e to vent his lust like a burning heart.

The night of Xinghua Village is still quiet and charming.

There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and from time to time it was obscured by the passing clouds. All that was left was the blinking stars, peeking at the loose villages below them that had been bustling all day. In the distance, the mountains faintly appeared blue and blue bodies, showing their charming figures and lines, seducing the eyes of the stars in the sky. The impatient meteor couldn't help but be so naked and boldly teased, and hurriedly ran down, leaving a long tail line, and pounced into the dark earth, but he didn't know where to throw himself into the arms of the water and soil. The gusts of mountain wind are like the tide rushing far and near, faintly coming, and then gently disappearing.

The farmhouse courtyard is mostly dark. Occasionally, the barking of dogs and the shouting and crying of children were heard, interspersed with the shouting and coughing of adults, which became the high-pitched notes splashed in the rush of the tide. A few ups and downs, and then all fell into the deep and thick waves, and disappeared without a trace.

Under the cover of the night, which is as light as a thin veil and as clear as amber, how many stories will be implanted and nurtured, how many souls will be screaming and suffering, and how many love and grievances will breed and spread, who can count and tell clearly. However, no matter how it is implanted and conceived, how it screams and suffers, and how it breeds and spreads, the days still go by briskly. Nor lingering, nor lingering, leaving all the old things behind, eagerly looking for the play that was being performed in front of him. Therefore, what should come will come, and what should happen will also happen in a step-by-step manner, and no one can stop it.