The childlike Snow Lotus is still laughing and playing with a small wooden stick on the pig's belly. And the guy lying on the ground is like a human being, you play with its chest, it raises its front legs, you pestle its buttocks, it lifts its hind legs, special cooperation. Hum Hum Hum Enjoying the Opposite Sex Massage.

Snow Lotus pinched the pig's ears with her hand and poked the pig's nose, and then tugged the pig's tail again, and the pig squinted and let the charming little goblin tease and play.

Xue Lian sneered and said, "This guy is really cute, it's so cute, I can't kiss it......" She smiled and stood up and jumped a few happily. Zhicheng also smiled in agreement, and at the same time stretched out his hand to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Brother, why is your face so red!" The attentive Xue Lian asked puzzledly, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Oh, maybe it's from the sun! It was too hot. He said seriously.

"Nonsense...... Didn't I ...... just now?" she smacked her waist and stroked her hair back.

As soon as the pig saw that no one was tickling him, he rolled over and lay down and raised his head at Xuelian, as if he wanted her to tickle herself. Snow Lotus didn't pay attention, so much so that the pig's nose arched into her lap, rubbing a mud on her clean, spotless stockings. Zhicheng couldn't help but step forward and kicked the pig's belly, and the pig screamed, stood up and trotted into the circle, and at the same time must have scolded his master for "heavy color and light friends".

Xuelian blamed Chong Zhicheng with disgust: "Look at you, what are you doing kicking it, you are shocked to kick it, it's true." She said funny to the pig who got into the pen: "Little baby, are you alright?" ”

Zhiwei thought that Xuelian would also be annoyed and stomped on the pig's body, but she didn't think that she would blame herself, and he said aggrievedly: "Little sister, you see it has made your stockings dirty." ”

Xue Lian said nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of, at most, you can wash it!" You can't kick it either! I'm sorry to kick it...... Actually, it just raised its head to kiss me. Xuelian lowered her head and saw that the dirt on her stockings was indeed a little unsightly, so she smiled and said, "Brother, you can help me get a basin of water!" I took it off and washed it, turned away, and didn't peep at it......"

Zhicheng slapped her ass twice with a grin, and soon brought her a basin of water, and at the same time handed her the little laundry detergent left in the house, Xue Lian smiled lightly: "Just a little mud." No laundry detergent. ”

While rubbing her stockings in the basin, she embarrassedly blamed herself: "Look at me! The Venerable Master went back to the door, but washed his own socks. My uncle and aunt are back, will they think I'm an uneducated girl! ”

"Look at you, what are you talking about?" Zhicheng scolded her: "When you get here, it's like your own home." Seeing that she was about to put the washed stockings on the iron bar in the yard, Zhicheng hurriedly said, "Wait first!" I'll give you a rub. He took the towel he usually used to wipe his face and brushed the wire for her to dry the clothes, and then smiled and said, "Okay, let's take it!" ”

Xue Lian's eyes couldn't help but heat up when he was moved by this subtle gesture. At the same time, he complained: "Who do you think of me? Am I that clean? I want you to dry my socks and give me a wire with a hand towel. Hmph, as for that? ”

"I think your socks are ten million miles cleaner than my hand towel! It's true. ”

"Hmph, why are you so sour! Then I'll give you these stockings as a souvenir. Snow Lotus sneered and punched him affectionately.

Zhicheng smiled and glanced down at her white feet, and said, "Okay, let's hang it quickly!" It's a good day, I'll do it in a while. He helped her pull the wire above her head down with his hand so that she could go up.

Xue Lian raised two white grease arms and put the stockings on the iron bar, and then raised her hands to flatten the stockings a little bit, the two raised arms exuded a white luster, and there was a bright little red mole behind the elbow. And at the base of that plump arm were her two hairy armpits, and because Snow Lotus held her arms high, those two armpits were once again delicate.

I saw her light and slightly curly little black hair, a dense little hair, a thin clump, hugging each other. The white grease arms and dark armpit hair bring a strong visual impact, and I believe that if there are no two tufts of black hairy hairs to embellish, then the bare armpits will be tasteless. It is precisely because of this black hair that there is vitality, vitality, and unspeakable mystery.

Therefore, Qian at most sets the hairy black hair under women's armpits as women's third privacy. When the feminine demeanor raises her hands and strokes her hair, she suddenly glimpses the hair under the armpits, which is like a glance at the buds on the surface of the lake, the beautiful stamen of the flower heart, and it is like witnessing the stars in the night sky, and the reed flowers in the river beach tremble, and the artistic conception is higher than the sky......

As soon as Xuelian finished drying the stockings, Zhu Xiuchun and his wife carried the vegetable basket and entered the courtyard with a smile, and when the old man learned that Xuelian's stockings were dirty by the pig arch, he couldn't help but blame his son. Then he smiled and went to the well platform to wash a freshly picked big melon for Xuelian to eat, and then hurried to the kitchen to cook.

Xuelian broke the melon and gave it to Zhicheng in half, and then gave it to Wang Dejian, but the old man Dejian smiled honestly and said nothing. He stood in the yard and didn't know how to talk to Snow Lotus, and his wife, who was washing the pot in the kitchen, didn't need him for a while. So he smiled shyly at Snow Lotus, and went to the shade of the tree to drum up the unfinished shovel handle.

The lively Snow Lotus "woo wow" ate melons and took the initiative to come to the shade of the tree to talk to the old man. Ask this for a while, ask for that. Wang Dejian, an old man, was careless because of his restraint, and a thorn was pierced in his hand. The sharp-eyed Xue Lian saw that he always had the thumb of his right hand, so she asked with concern: "Uncle, what's wrong with your hand?" Come, let me see ......"

"Oh, it's out of the way, maybe a thorn." The old man was still writhing at his right hand, as if trying to pull the thorn out at once.

At this time, the old man Zhu Xiuchun, who came out of the kitchen to pour the pot water, smiled and said to his wife: "It's really eye-catching, and I pricked my hands with my eyes wide open." What do you say you're doing with it! Don't miss it for a while? So saying, he went to the hall and took a needle, complaining and peeling for her husband.

"Hmph, you are not allowed to blame my uncle, my uncle is a diligent person by nature." Xue Lian covered her mouth and giggled, and said happily at the same time: "My uncle, like my father, is afraid of his daughter-in-law. Giggle......"

Zhu Xiuchun was also amused by her, and Xue Lian saw that her eyes were a little difficult to peel off the thorns, so she said generously: "Auntie, come, give it to me, let me help my uncle pick out the thorns." Auntie, it's okay, look at you, treat me like an outsider again......"

She smiled and took the needle from Zhu Xiuchun's hand, then leaned towards the old man Dejian, pinched his big hand and stirred it carefully.

The old man suddenly smelled a fragrant breath on his face. At the same time, I was tickled by Xuelian's dexterous and warm little hands, and I saw the handsome girl in front of her with her eyelashes frowning slightly, and her face was full of sweet smiles.

"Uncle, does it hurt?" Xue Lian asked cautiously.

"Hehe, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all!" Wang Dejian smiled honestly.

The old man Zhu Xiuchun on the side opened his mouth: "Hmph, if it doesn't hurt, dig out the ...... for him."

Xue Lian was amused by the old man. After she helped the old man peel out the thorns, she came to the hall with Zhicheng.

Snow Lotus turned her crystal black eyes and looked at this quaint and rustic room with curiosity.

The first thing that catches your eye as soon as you enter the door is a faded painting hanging on the north wall. The picture is still the scene of Chairman Mao and Zhu De meeting in Jinggangshan, it seems that this painting has been around for many years, and it may have collection value.

There is an old eight-immortal table with no paint under the painting in the middle hall, and the top is scattered with all kinds of daily necessities. To the east of the Eight Immortals Table is a spare bed, on which are piled up all kinds of messy rags. None of them were decent, and most of them had patches.

At this time, Xue Lian deeply realized how poor this family was. On the wall at the head of the bed, there is an old New Year's painting with ashes, but this New Year's painting firmly locks Snow Lotus's sight.

I saw that the picture above was a white and tender big fat doll grinning very cute. He was also holding a large live carp in his arms. The fish has a golden pearl in its mouth, surrounded by apples, bananas, peaches and grapes, and the most amusing thing is that the fat doll's little hand holding the carp is still half-covering the calf in the crotch.

Xue Lian couldn't help but giggle at the music, and for some reason, this New Year's painting symbolizing "more than every year" made Xue Lian intoxicated and also found a long-lost kindness.

She has not seen such a simple and innocent New Year's painting for more than ten years, and now although it is New Year's Day and the Spring Festival, all kinds of beautifully made wall calendars are popular in the city. But the content is almost the same. Either a young woman with a big white belly or a beautiful woman dressed in leaves. Even more naked. Although Xue Lian is not very reluctant to this trendy pursuit, she prefers the kind of simple charm with a national flavor.

Every year, she walked all over the streets and alleys of Hechang City, hoping to be able to shine, but every time she was disappointed.

I don't know when so-called art began to take root in a woman's crotch. Whether it is literature and painting, or film and television sculpture. They all aimed at the woman's legs......