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After another turn, it was all downhill, and a short walk down was our big yard. At the bend there is a coal yard, which supplies the residents below the slope with coal for cooking and heating. It should be said that the coal yard is very reasonable, located at the top of the slope, so that the residents below save a lot of effort. They can pull the empty cart up and the heavy cart downhill without much effort going up and down. The snow was a little lighter, but it was still fluttering and drifting unhurriedly.

As soon as Laizi and I turned the corner, we saw that the gate of the coal yard had been opened, and a woman in labor clothes was bending over the door to clear the snow. Generally speaking, whoever comes out to clear the snow is to open the door and work with the tools in his hands facing forward. But she was different, working backwards with her head inward and butt outward. The light blue labor clothes she wore had obviously been modified, and the waist was tightened to better set off her willow waist and curved hips. As she swung her broom, her hips writhed in the back, each of which sought to catch her eye in shape, or rather a gravitational field that emitted seduction.

"Shout! Sister Hu, Director Hu, come really early. What a lead!" As soon as he turned the corner, Laizi's eyes never left the door. He even forgot to look down for the foot sockets left by the early pedestrians on the snow, and came to the gate of the coal yard, Laizi said loudly to the woman who was sweeping the snow. This woman named Sister Hu straightened her waist, turned her head and glanced behind her, blew the bangs that fell in front of her and said, "Hey, it's a big brother." You're not too late, the bell hasn't rang yet, is it?" she turned her head again, bent down and waved her broom to continue clearing the snow. As she worked, she said bitterly, "You don't know yet." Your sister's and wife's family found a good place to enjoy Qingfu in advance, and the place was not tired or cold, and they didn't come back to see me. I'm left alone, barely alive. There's nothing to do at home, and it's idle to be idle, and it's a livelihood to come to the unit to find some work. ”。

Sister Hu turned her head, and I realized that her figure was very charming when I looked at her from behind, which was really first-class, but when I turned around and looked again, there was a big difference. Although it can't be said that she is very ugly, she is at least seven or eight points not beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes are casual, even simple, and she has buckteeth, and there is nothing brilliant on her face. However, she has fair skin, which makes up for some shortcomings and regains some face. I obviously felt that when she turned her head to work again, her body bent deeper, and the amplitude of her waist and hips increased significantly. No one can categorically deny that she is showing off her superiority, the degree of a woman's sensuality and charm. A mature woman, to be precise, is a sexually mature woman, and this maturity has no age limit, as long as she grows up to a certain age, she will experience maturity and then experience sexual maturity. Then he will instinctively show his sexual hair in order to attract the attention of men, and resolutely maintain the existence of the world. As she matures, she becomes so sophisticated that she can't even tell whether she's intentional or unintentionally attracted. Instinct is what grows, solidifies, consciously or unconsciously, and then occupies a nerve in our mind that guides our actions.

Laizi and I both slowed down our pace, just to pass through this doorway as slowly as we could, and walk behind her. Although the gaze on a cold and snowy morning can only produce a throbbing in our hearts, and we can no longer desire and possess that smooth and white body, the feeling after gazing has left traces that often emerge, and may fall on a certain night, a certain dusk, a certain time and space in the future, urging us to get pleasure and speeding up our pace to capture prey. Seeing that he was about to walk through the gate of the coal yard, Lai Zi suddenly stopped, and said to the writhing woman in a half-joking, half-serious tone: "Sister Hu, don't be angry when I say this." The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, I'll introduce you to a better one, Brother Ming'er, or the new guy with thorns!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! keep it for your own sister!" Hearing this, Sister Hu angrily threw the broom on the ground, turned around, pinched her waist, and said loudly in anger. Maybe she was originally a chaste and fierce woman, and she couldn't tolerate half a sentence of lewd teasing, maybe she had just vigorously displayed her charming waist and buttocks, and the secret of diverging her innermost temptations and desires was exposed, so this woman was so annoyed and angry, and immediately made a hard appearance, covering up the process of her private desire just brewing.

"I don't have a sister, aren't you my sister?" said Laizi with a smile instead of being angry.

"Then leave it to you······" Sister Hu still said angrily. But obviously she knows Lai Zi very well, and Lai Jin, who has taught her, knows that she is not an opponent. Her words must have been more unpleasant, but she didn't say it. She turned around and hurried towards the coal yard, without picking up the broom on the ground, so to speak, and fled.

"It's not okay with me, I know what the goods are at a glance, and we'll see. Laizi pursed her lips and said with a smile.

"Why bother, why bother?" I said to Laizi with a pretended sympathy.

"It's not good, you don't like it, you don't like it, you don't have to be really sassy!" Lai Zi said with some excitement. As he spoke, he slipped down hard, and slipped out of the way at once.

When we came to the gate of the courtyard, we saw that Lao Wangtou used a self-made wooden baffle with a long belt, and he was also removing snow in front of the courtyard gate. It seems that he has been working for a while, and the concrete floor in front of the courtyard has almost been cleaned by him. He's cleaning up in the yard right now.

"Take off your pants and fart! The snow hasn't stopped yet, and you can't do it when the snow stops. It's time for this old man to retire, right?" I said with a sneaky pout.

"You don't even understand this, what day of the week is today? This old man was the leader during the puppet period, how old do you calculate how old he is now? He didn't leave, because he wanted to wait for the X cub in the family to reach the age to take over. They have something to do with it. Laizi said. Because Laizi often drills into the piles of old ladies, and they are all short communication machines in the parents, so inside and outside the courtyard, up and down the mountain, there is nothing he doesn't know.

"When his granddaughter grows up?" I asked, puzzled. Lao Wang is so old, if he has a daughter, we will also call him Auntie, right?

"When the old X leader was young, he went to the kiln, played with his body, and did not have children. His maid was asked for later. Seeing that he was about to enter the courtyard, Raiko lowered his voice and said.

"Go to the kiln ------".

At this moment there was a faint cry from the low bungalow across the courtyard, and although it was not very loud, it seemed to have intensified the intensity of the mourning on such a lonely morning, so that it still came into my ears very clearly. I listened closely, and I could tell that the cry was not from a woman, there were old and young, and there were calls one after another, as if shouting "Daddy-Daddy-Daddy------".

I glanced at Yoriko, who seemed to be pondering something, and didn't hear the cry. I was just about to remind him when I saw Changqing hurrying out of the courtyard.

"Aunt Wang, her old man may not be able to do it! If I don't come back in a while, ask for a leave of absence for me," Changqing said to the two of us who had just walked to the courtyard gate. Without waiting for me to talk back to Laizi, he didn't look back, almost trotted, and rushed straight to a small alley opposite. In that small alley, the snow is almost solid, and there must be a lot of people coming and going, passing through there. The chaotic footprints stepped out of that busy section, indicating that something unusual must have happened in the alley.

Aunt Wang is our "husband". She's tall and thin, so to speak, very thin and skinny, but you can't describe her as weak, even though she doesn't have the slightest sensual features of a woman, and she doesn't bulge in the front or noisy in the back. She felt like a straight trunk of a tree with its branches and leaves gone, and it was impossible to tell whether it was dead wood or new stems, much less whether it was about to dry or waiting to sprout again. Judging from her face, Aunt Wang was definitely a fair beauty when she was young.

"It's late, everyone is crying dad, you stupid boy just went to offer courtesy, can you still catch up?" Lai Zi untied the scarf wrapped around his head, squinted his small eyes, and looked at Changqing's back. It turned out that he had heard the wailing too, but he did not move, for he already knew the cause of the wailing. As he spoke, Raiko habitually brushed his two spiky mustaches, which were usually the representative actions of some new and strange thoughts that had arisen in his head. Sure enough, after brushing his beard, Lai Zi smiled and said, "Hey, when you say that men want to 'deflat', do you really want XX?

"What nonsense are you talking about? One sentence in the sky, one sentence on the earth!" I listened to Laizi's words, and my heart moved, as if I had suddenly understood the meaning of these words, but I still asked puzzled.

"Old Mrs. Wang hasn't been here in the last few days, don't you see?! That old 'Xiao Bar' is really a fucking evil deed! I haven't made a single one with a handle in my life, and I'm about to go into the coffin, so I really made one. Laizi looked around at no one, and said in a demonic way. Look at him like that, as if he was saying that he had made up something himself!

"Ahh

", so your kid's ears aren't always stuffed with X hairs?" Raiko said with an appreciative push.

Aunt Wang took sick leave a while ago, and the old Wang Tou took her place, which everyone knows. When I first saw Aunt Wang, she was sitting in front of the old wooden table in the room, with a large dustpan in her arms, twisting dry tobacco rolls one after another. It can be seen that her technique of rolling dry tobacco has reached the height of the skill of combining heart and hand, and her eyes have become superfluous. Such a skillful technique is definitely not something that can be practiced in a short period of time. I secretly calculated for her, and she could roll a cigarette in almost ten seconds, and it was the same size and uniform thickness. While she was talking to someone, her eyes were still looking out of the window and out of the door, and she twisted her hands as she twisted them. However, there is one small detail that is still strange to the discerning person, and that is that when she rolls the cigarette stick with her slender fingers, or when she sticks out her tongue to moisten the cigarette paper, she usually enters a state of sudden trance. And this loss of consciousness is obvious, because there will be an obvious pause in her communication with others at that time, as if the two or three seconds she has experienced are no longer an even pass, but suddenly become an opaque past. After this momentary state of distraction, Aunt Wang would always ask the other party one more question: "Ah." What do you say?".

Why does Aunt Wang have this strange fetish? A few days ago, I also asked from Lai Zi's mouth. It turned out that the old man of Aunt Wang's family, who was her husband, was a sick bun and had a chronic pneumonia for more than 20 years. But his addiction to smoking is very big, probably because he broke the jar slope and fell, and the doctor warned him many times that if he didn't quit smoking, he would not be alive for a few days. But he claimed that he was fine, and said that it would be better to smoke a cigarette to draw out the phlegm, so that he could not hold his breath. Although this is the nonsense of a smoker, Aunt Wang can't do anything about him. He used to be able to smoke three or four packs of cigarettes a day, but in the last three or four years, seeing that he is skinny, he may also want to live one more day to earn one more day, and besides, he can smoke a few more puffs of cigarettes if he lives one more day, right? Of course, Aunt Wang could see through her old man's thoughts, so she thought of this way. No matter how strong the dry tobacco rolls are, they don't have as many cigarettes as the machine rolls, so although the number of cigarettes he smokes in a day has not changed, the amount of cigarettes has decreased a lot.

Maybe it was the heavy snow that made our col and the outside world feel more isolated, or maybe it was the understanding just now that made me feel close to this courtyard for the first time. To put it bluntly, this closeness comes from the level of familiarity you have with a situation that goes from unfamiliarity to cognition. You have to grow up, according to a habitual order, according to the inertia of the uninterrupted continuity of night and day, and you finally get the right to do whatever it takes, to fill out such and such forms, and to sign the name that seems to have to be your symbol. Then you step into an unfamiliar space and begin to spread your mark, and soon a rusty land is full of traces of what you once left behind. It is here that you exchange glances with all sorts of people, generate thoughts, and transmit thoughts to each other that are sometimes vague and sometimes clear. Speech and behavior are concerned about the speech and behavior around you, and at the same time, you are also concerned about the speech and behavior around you, but in the end, it is those words and behaviors with erotic connotations that can leave an indelible impression on your mind. And this impression also carries the vitality of the feelings at that time, which is triggered and activated at any time in a certain period of your life, and it can influence our judgment and action at any time.

In the water room, there are two aluminum lunch boxes, one large and one small, on the long hardwood table against a stove, and their noses often come out of the boxes to smell the aroma of the food they are used to. As soon as you enter the courtyard gate, you can glance to the left, the path over there is quiet, you don't need to use your nose, you can feel a smell coming slowly by just looking and thinking, because the inside of the path is the place where you often poop and pee happily. It's a sure, unwarranted confirmation, and with successive identical confirmations, you already have a fixed connection to a realm.

I also squatted on the cement platform of the sink and did "fine work", learning from Laizi's style, while tirelessly scouring for the little rice in the lunch box. Taomi is now designated as a delicate job for me. But to be honest, it doesn't take much thought to do this delicate work, and I still think about Aunt Wang's affairs.

"Look, look! Your place is still bulging! Lao Jiang must be a rare treasure to touch at night, right? Look at mine, it's all like a deflated eggplant! No one hurts, no one likes to touch it!" said an aunt in the courtyard, who must have slapped another person's ass before she spoke, and it made a "snapper" sound!

"Lao Sao X! I'm not doing it! I'll touch it for you, are you comfortable? You said yes, I'm sixty years old, why is it still red and fresh at the bottom, and I'm annoyed!" The other said it was annoying, but it was obvious that he was showing off.

"That's right! Ask Lao Jiang to help you make a man and a woman, and you can eat eggs with all your might! Look at the king, didn't you get another son in the end? If it weren't for the fact that someone is in charge of this X matter now, and it is not called giving birth and raising, wouldn't you have finally given birth to a lovely cub?" This one also said with envy in his heart.

"Yes, yes, yes, evil man, do you say that this son that the king scraped off was really made by the old 'squander'? He is going to fall apart! Can he still climb up? Even if he can climb up, how much can he be able to make thick water?" the other snorted a few times, let out a loud fart, and said with doubt.

"The Great Dynasty beats up! and then ······ Just squeeze out that XX head of thick water! The king is not the kind of person who can break his shoes. Besides, she is drier than me, she wants to be milkless, she wants milk and no milk, can that sassy old man take a fancy to her?"

"This is not possible, everyone is doing evil things!Haha, you often give your old man a hard ······"

"Huh. You don't give him ------".

Just a few days after Aunt Wang took sick leave, after lunch, I suddenly had a stomach upset. I also have an old problem, probably because I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of breast milk when I was a child, and my parents at that time didn't take their children seriously, and they ate a cold and hot meal, and they were hungry and full, so I ate my spleen badly, and as long as I didn't eat right, it wasn't dry, and I had diarrhea! I ran to the toilet and squatted for a long time, and finally calmed down the intestines and stomach that were in turmoil, and I was about to get up. The two aunts in the courtyard also rushed into the toilet as soon as the wind slipped into the wind.

The toilets in our library are through the hall, and both men and women walk through the same gate. There are two squatting positions for women on the inner wall, and two squatting positions for men outside, although there is a cement wall in the middle, but the wall is not capped, and there is a section of ventilation at the top, so it is not soundproof at all. The two aunts may have been touched by Aunt Wang's confinement home, and they couldn't help but find a dark corner to chat about the little thing in the crotch together, and they were addicted to finding the feeling of being a little girl before, so as soon as they entered the toilet, took off their pants, and crossed their legs, they couldn't wait to talk about meat, and they didn't bother to pay attention to whether there was anyone next door.

They were furious over there, making me feel embarrassed here, and my legs were a little numb from squatting, and I didn't dare to get up and lift my pants in this case. To be honest, that man doesn't like to listen to the old ladies chattering? The more they chatter, the more energetic we feel, as if we have had some kind of addiction. I didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, and I gritted my teeth and persisted, but the "squatting skills" of these two aunts seemed to be very good. In the end, I didn't hold on, and I wanted to move my legs and feet gently, maybe there was a whole movement.

"Hey. There seems to be someone over there! There are guys in our courtyard, tell them to listen, let's put our old face there?"

"It's not that you're the first to make a fuss! Guy, guy, boy, hello! ”

"Forget it, forget it, haven't had enough of it? Hurry up and put on your pants and leave with your groove!"

I squatted on the edge of the pool again. I came back to my senses and looked carefully into the lunch box, and half of the rice in the box was gone. It must have been that I was absent-minded just now, thinking about the damage in the toilet, and smashed this "fine work", scooping all the rice into the sink.

"O sin! Do you kid dig rice like this?!" I just filled the lunch box with water and put it on the wooden rack. The old king walked in, and when he saw a grain of white rice scattered in the pool, he reprimanded me loudly. However, the old king soon changed his tune, and a rare lewd smile appeared in the horizontal stripes on his face, and he pointed to my crotch and said ambiguously: "Take out your own chick and peck it." Corruption and waste, a great crime!"

"What kind of chicks? I've got an old hen ready-made. At this time, the custodian "squinted" and walked into the water room with a large wicker basket and interjected. She placed the wicker basket on the edge of the sink, which contained three live old yellow-haired hens, cooing and cooing. "Squinting" put down the basket, probably because she was tired from carrying the basket all the way just now. She stood there and took a few breaths, quickly moved her fingers and said to the old king: "Master Wang, you take care of it for me first, I'll go to the king first to see what the situation is." Ha, how can this thing come together? It's rare. You can ask me for a leave of absence, and if you have something, go to the king's house to find me. With that, she hurried out of the water room.

"I don't lay eggs myself, I watch others get old and old and lay eggs, and I have learned from it?" The old king looked at the "squinting eyes" and walked away, picked up an old hen in the basket, put it in the pool of the sewer, and then said to himself naturally.

"Squinting eyes" is the same age as Sister Ma, she wears a big glasses, so outsiders really can't see her "Xila's" eyes from the halo of glasses. It's strange to say, except for the small eyes, the "squinting eyes" are all standard beautiful women in other aspects, with a figure and face, and they are not lost to Sister Bai. The Creator is like that, creating a kind of perfection, and then some imperfection must be created to set off the perfection. "Squint" has been married for many years

, but I don't know what the reason is, I haven't had children.

I didn't say anything, in fact, I couldn't say anything at this time, just a numb or habitual polite smile. I don't know why, seeing the ambiguous expression of the old king, I was grabbed by a scene, and suddenly I was in a state of distraction, and I had a strange but very strong association. I suddenly felt that the whole courtyard was enveloped in strange emotions, which began to spread from the day Aunt Wang took sick leave to go home for confinement, becoming more and more intense, and gradually formed an aura with magical power. Anyone who is active in the courtyard will be infected, and their expressions are all ambiguous and distinctive, and when they speak, they all sound so slimy and sexual! After having such a strong thought, I can't help but look around in the water room. Everywhere I looked, the void was full of writhing women's hips, and two large bulging balls of flesh dangling through their clothes. Because there is no head on the body, she looks like Aunt Wang, but she is obviously plumper and fatter than her. This should be the epitome of the average woman, the projection of the flesh of many women that once remained in my mind. Maybe it's Aunt Wang's body that has changed, she had twisted in the water room more than once before she took sick leave, of course, she must have been unconscious, it was just a natural reaction of a mother in a gestational state, an instinctive swagger that could not be suppressed! And I just recreated the scene that I could not dissipate after gazing at it, because when it appeared, it was accompanied by a very strong freshness, leaving a trace of shock and vitality on my senses, and once I was provoked by some emotion, the scene would automatically emerge.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang didn't come? Hurry up and tinker with the dining table in the lounge, I've been a carpenter all my life, and I can't do that bit of dick work, why don't I repair more and more!

"Come on, fix that table, Director?"

"the stinking X. You've fixed it several times! And asked me? You have to drum it up for me today, and then I will check it out, and then I will wander around like a dick in your crotch! I will deduct your salary!"

"Alas. How many years has that broken table been used? I was wandering around that house when I went up the mountain. Who did it in the first place? What kind of wood did it use? I've been a carpenter all my life, but I don't see it. The wood is too hard, don't you eat nails?"

"the stinking X. The carpenter you learned from that master? Wood knows you, you don't know wood, this wood is ------."

"Director. I told Aunt Wang what you meant, and she said that it was really too troublesome for the leader! At this time, Changqing hurriedly walked into the courtyard from the outside and said in front of the director. At this time, I also came to the courtyard.

"Thank you, what a thing, let's go together. Speaking of this, the director, who has always been unsmiling, also laughed ambiguously for a while, and then said angrily: "Also, it's really fucking that 'X' thing and dick thing are together, that one just gave birth, this one is in the ground, it's lively!" After saying this, he walked over, pushed open the door of the lounge, poked his head in and shouted inside: "Hey, you guys, don't have nothing to do, quickly clean up the house, today's Dawang's family is doing business, if there are too many relatives, she will bring us to the courtyard if she can't put it at home." Look at what is made in this house, and outsiders will see it, won't it embarrass me?!".

"Director, what a rare good leader! I care about the well-being of the workers!" The old carpenter in the courtyard raised his big finger and nodded at the director, and said with some sincerity.

"What's the matter? She's my old worker, and she entered the hospital earlier than you! Can I take care of her if something happens to her family? Go and work for me, I won't be punished if I can't make a good mess at the dinner table!" The director was obviously very useful by the old carpenter, but he still pretended to be stern. After cutting the carpenter, the director turned and went into the house.

The old carpenter in our yard looked to be less than fifty years old, but probably because several of his front teeth were fake, and his dress always showed the true character of a working man, always half-new, and always gray in tone

There are three colors, black and blue, so everyone calls him an old carpenter. The old carpenter belongs to a man who has a thick and high voice, farts and hiccups, but is confused when he does his work, and his heart is not on his liver. He has been a carpenter for more than 20 years, and he still does some work and often gets smashed by a hammer.

The old carpenter has the same hobby as Laizi, that is, he likes to soak in the old ladies' piles, and he has nothing to do but let go of his anger. He also has a very distinctive feature, that is, he wears a blue cloth hat all year round, and the hat may also be specially padded inside, and the front brim protrudes, like a large cap.

With so much snowfall, the mountain is basically closed. Unless we have a particularly urgent job, we can't get out of the car, otherwise we have nothing to do for the day. Normally, on such a day, Laizi and I, Changqing and a few young people hide in the garage or in the boiler room to play money. At noon, everyone gathered together the food they brought, and whoever won went to buy wine, and then drank him for an afternoon. As soon as the bell rang for work, they broke up and patted their butts and went home.

I looked over the other side of the yard, and the snow in front of the garage door had apparently been cleared, and there were two large symmetrical snowdrifts standing in front of our own garage door. From this side, the snowdrift still has a shape. I looked at the two piles of snow like two crouching stone lions, and the more I looked at them, the more they looked like them! Pure and ingenious, and has a high artistic talent. His handwriting is very beautiful, and he often shows the talent of an artistic master. In this winter, catching up with the snow, as long as he didn't work, he played with the snow in the yard, picked up a pile of snow there, and after the shooting, he used his hands to pull a few times on the snowdrift at random, and the snowdrift was immediately formed. The vivid snow sculptures were made, with animals and people------ and it was not a problem for him to figure out what he wanted.

I walked over there, hoping to go to Kuyan to talk to Youjing for a while, and then borrow a book from him to find a warm place to watch him for a day. Because today's work of playing money must be in the soup, Changqing and Laizi, who are good at gambling, will have to help Aunt Wang with her work for a while, even if I can pull Youjing hard as a card shelf, it is really difficult to find two people to make up a game. Lai Zi is a natural person who is easy to mix things, inside and outside the courtyard, whoever has something to do, as long as he can't take leave if he doesn't work, he must be there. After Changqing went to Aunt Wang's house, she must have gone to her daughter. It is said that there are five or six girls in Aunt Wang's family, all of whom are like flowers and jade.

I had barely walked a few steps when I saw Yujing coming around the boiler room. He still has a large basin of freshly washed clothes in his hand, and it seems that he has also made an appointment that there will be no work to do in the heavy snow today, so he washes a lot, and the clothes in the big laundry basin are clean and bright. I looked closely, and there were women's clothes in the basin, and they seemed to have quilts, sheets, and so on! I took a few steps, intending to tease him.

"Hold on, hold on!

"Find a rope!

"Take your pants off!hahaha"

"Tie it up, tie it up. Ahh------h

"Hang up, hang up!hahaha------"

"Honest or not?"

------

Suddenly, there was a lot of chaos in the lounge! A few aunts there seemed to be fighting with someone, and there was a lot ------of ping-pong, coo, and uproar in the room, and there was a chaotic sound, mixed with panting and shouting. There was a mess in the house to smoke a cigarette, and the aunts all rushed out of the house, laughing wildly around the door. A few of them laughed together, gave each other bad looks, and pointed at the room from time to time, shaking their heads, you pinch my ass, I pull out your face.

"Laizi, get out! It's not noon today, and no one is allowed to untie him!" they were almost in trouble, and an aunt shouted into the room.

"If you pretend to be a good person, Laizi, be careful that we even pick you up, but it doesn't matter if you're a guy or an old guy!"

"yes. Isn't he willing to take it out and dry it? Tell him to dry it today, and he can't do it without drying!"

Several others immediately chimed in. Soon, Yoriko came out of the lounge. When he first came out, Raiko still had a tense face, pretending to be fine, raised a hand, and kept wiping his mustache with his big finger and index finger. But after he closed the door, he collapsed with laughter! Finally, he couldn't stand up straight with laughter, squatted on the ground, covered his stomach with one hand, and secretly gave a thumbs up to those aunts with the other. He saw that I was looking back at this place, and waved at me again and again and asked me to come and see the excitement.

I hurried over in three steps and two steps, and Raiko pulled a crack in the door of the lounge and told me to look inside.

The old carpenter, with his hands tied with ropes, lay on his back on the long dining table in the house. His pants had fallen to his knees, and a thin thread was tied to his little head, the other end of which was tied to a bulb on the ceiling. It may be that as long as he moves his lower body, his little head will be tightened, and the pain will be unbearable, or he will be exhausted by a few crazy girls, although the old carpenter is not tied up by the flowers, he does not dare to move casually. He was honestly lying there, but his mouth was not idle, and he was panting and scolding the street. He heard the door knock, tilted his head and saw that I was looking in, and immediately said anxiously in an almost pleading tone: "Little, small, come in and help me untie the thread below, I will help you make a fairy daughter-in-law that day." You're new here, so you can't be like them. Come on, come on. ”

"I'll see who dares to untie it for him!" I was about to say something, probably the aunt who slapped someone's ass in the toilet pulled Laizi away, then kicked the door tightly, turned her head and said to Laizi and me.

"Locked!"

"Yes, let's take the key away and see if the egg eater is there. ”

"Yes, the leaders have spoken, let's go. ”

A few aunts fried the pot again, gossiping, shouting for a while, pushing and shoving, coaxing me and Lai Zi aside. After that, they really locked the door, carried the key and left, and went to Aunt Wang's house to help Zhang Luo's funeral. I asked Laizi what was going on, and Laizi said that the old carpenter went to the lounge to clean up the dining table that had been wandering for many years, and he usually didn't have any squeaky teeth, and his mouth couldn't be idle, so he had to find some pimples, and soaked in this group of old ladies to have a lot of addiction. Now there is such a coincidence, Aunt Wang has just done confinement, and the old man of her family has passed away, so he has more room to play and arrange. While the old carpenter was repairing the table, he was gossiping with those old ladies about the affairs of Aunt Wang's family! As he spoke, an old lady rebuked him disdainfully: "You old can move your mouth! Look at the old man, you want to kick your legs and make a son, what a skill!"

"What kind of dick is it, isn't it just a struggle to earn some urine? I'll take the guy out and scare you out, and I'll tell you to come one by one, and serve you all out of the snot bubbles, that's called beauty!" the old carpenter patted his crotch and blew violently!

It must be that the old man made out his son's affairs full of sexual flavor, which provoked the "sticky saliva" in the eyes of several aunts, plucked the itchy string, and made them have jealousy, envy, longing, and other complex feelings intertwined at the same time. It is precisely with such a strange and identical feeling that they have a tacit understanding and feeling. So the old carpenter had just finished blowing, and they exchanged glances with each other, and then rushed up and pulled off his pants. Probably in their subconscious, they all have this thought: why is the old man so capable?

The old carpenter was locked in the lounge by a few old ladies and hung for more than half an hour. Lai Zi went to help Aunt Wang's family with his work, and his mouth was fast, and he farted a lot! Many people from inside and outside the courtyard came, all of them looking at the Western scenery through the glass on the door of the lounge. There were also a few old ladies outside the courtyard who didn't know how to get the news, and even rushed to see the excitement with their shoulders in the heavy snow. After everyone saw it, they all laughed back and forth, and they couldn't help themselves. Some of them laughed and couldn't stand up after squatting on the ground for a long time! Later, the director found a spare key and scolded with a smile: "Damn, a stinky X! These tiger X girls have frozen people and caught a cold, and I asked them to pay for the medical expenses!" and then relieved the old carpenter.

The old carpenter's business had just finished making a fuss, and it was eleven o'clock, and after a few more hours, it was time to fill his stomach and feed his head. After lunch, find a warm place to get some sleep, and after a little more mingling, it's time to get off work.

"Damn! What a big ass! If you have a card left, you won't come up by yourself! You have to tell me to drag it! Damn!" I was chatting with Youjing in the garage when Lao Li walked in scolding. As if he was angry, he pulled the car door and said angrily: "Hey, you two, don't talk about XX eggs here." Find a big rope and follow me to drag the corpse down!"

"Corpse?" I thought we should go to Aunt Wang's house and drag the old man she had just breathed to the crematorium!

"Can't you come up again?" Youjing had already understood, and asked Lao Li, and then smiled at me and said, "The big leader is coming up the mountain, and the sedan chair can't come up if it slips." ”。

It turned out that today was Saturday, and several leaders in the bureau had to come up to take a shower, and under normal circumstances, the leaders of the bureau would go up the mountain in the morning. No wonder I saw the old king sweeping the snow in front of the door in the morning, I said he took off his pants and farted, Laizi asked me what day of the week it was, and the old man was doing face work!

There is an asphalt road from the bottom of the mountain to our reservoir that is not too narrow, it is said to be an asphalt road, because this road used to be an asphalt road, and the section below is okay, although the road is also full of potholes, but finally the whole asphalt road can be seen not far away. Seeing such a situation, you can only say that it is some potholes in the asphalt road. But the more you go up, the harder you see the patches of the road, so you can only say that this is a bit of asphalt in the pothole. I don't know how many years this road has been repaired, let alone how many years this road has not been repaired. Strangely, however, there was a quarry of the municipal corporation at the foot of the hill above our yard, and the gravel they produced was used to pave the road.

The closest part of the road to our yard is a straight and steep slope, which can be about 100 meters, which is also the worst and the most difficult part of the road for cars to climb. When the weather is good, if the car wants to drive up, you have to use the strength to eat, the driver has stepped on the accelerator to the end, screaming and crawling slowly, the slightest mistake will suffocate the fire, and slide downward. On a rainy and snowy day, drivers who don't often walk this road generally don't dare to drive up, so they park their cars at the bottom of the slope and run to our yard to find a driver to drive up for them.

An old and shiny Shanghai sedan chair is parked at the corner of the slope. The driver of the sedan seemed to be quite familiar with Lao Li, he called Uncle Li one by one, nodded and saluted first, and then took out a full junior posture, and said humbly: "Uncle Li, I'm causing you trouble! Haha." ”

"What level? Aren't you also born as a soldier? Shame on our soldiers! You can't even rush up this little slope?" Lao Li kept a straight face, raised his hand to block the cigarette he handed over, and reprimanded unceremoniously.

"yes, yes. I dare to compare with Uncle Li at this level! The car is too small, light and fluttering, and when it slips, it will its tail! If it's really troublesome, I'll give up my position, Uncle Li, did you help you arch up?" The driver was scolded by Lao Li, obviously feeling a little unhappy. His face was a little grim, but then he was covered by a dry smile that was forced out, and he still said politely. But what he said was also a hidden needle, which means: I can't do it, you come?

"Huh. Nonsense! Your shell is too narrow, I feel aggrieved, so I'd better keep it and sit by myself. Lao Li is not stupid, of course he can hear the words of the car driver, but he doesn't dare to answer. Just as Lao Li was speaking, I clearly saw a sly look emerge from his face.

There was a gauze curtain on the window of the car, and the big leader inside never showed his head or said anything. Youjing and I tied the rope, and Lao Li started the cart and began to tow the cart up the slope. Lao Li's driving skills are absolutely first-class, and because our yard is in a special geographical location, he often does the work of trailers, and he is full of experience. It stands to reason that it would not be a problem for him to drag the sedan chair up, but this time he dragged the sedan chair halfway and picked the sedan chair. I could see that he was making a small move, deliberately causing the big car to skid, then braking the car, getting out of the car and looking at the road conditioningly. I thought he was going to make a final move! That is, to have two people stand at the back of the carriage one by one, and then grasp the carriage board as the carriage swayed and shook vigorously. He used this trick to drive up ordinary steep slopes and landslides.

"No, no, no, it looks like I'll have to go back to the yard and get some ash mats!" After saying this, he didn't ask anyone's opinion, and immediately said to me and Youjing, "Untie the rope." ”

"With such deep snow, you can't pull half a cart of furnace ash?" Youjing also saw the doorway, and asked Lao Li with some dissatisfaction.

"What else can I do? I can't drag it up, you ask who can drag it up? Or do you style?" Lao Li puffed out his goldfish eyes and glared at Youjing, and asked rhetorically.

"What a big deal!" Youjing usually rarely raises the bar with people, but this day is a little abnormal, he said to Lao Li. walked over, untied the rope from our car, waved his hand at Lao Li disappetically and said, "I'll come, I'll come." ”

"You can't even drive a car, what's coming?" asked Lao Li confusedly.

I thought Yujing was joking, he really can't drive. But at this time, something unexpected happened! Youjing actually put the rope on her shoulder and said to the driver: "Master, light the fire, I'll pull it up for you."