Chapter 128: Scarlet Sheets

The cause of the incident was the blood-stained sheet.

"Blood-stained sheets?" Grandpa asked, squinting, smoke curling in his hand.

"yes, it's all to blame on the blood-stained sheets." He said, pinching the thumb of his left hand with his right hand and rubbing it vigorously.

The scale of time was adjusted to a few days ago, one day after Ma Luping's wedding day. Ma Luping lives in front of his house, a few dozen steps away.

Ma Luping has been working in Guangzhou for many years, and he came back this year to bring back a woman from other places. Ma Luping does not have outstanding looks and no outstanding abilities. The woman I brought back has willow eyebrows, a cherry mouth, a water snake waist, and a mouth of Mandarin that is not very standard. Ma Luping has always worn a green fake military uniform or a gray tunic, which has been obsolete since the 80s. The woman from other places wore very fashionable clothes, short clothes that couldn't cover the navel eyes, and dazzling short skirts, which were already very avant-garde in the society at that time. She also painted her eyebrows, rouge and lipstick, which was supposed to be the icing on the cake, but against the backdrop of the earthy road, she looked like a prostitute.

The people in the village praised him in front of Ma Luping, and he begged for a wife in the city, and he was blessed. But behind the scenes, there is another story...... The woman from out of town is a prostitute bought back by Ma Luping with money, and she is a woman who is tired of other men in the city.

The gap between Ma Luping and the woman is indeed too big, and it is no wonder that the long-tongued woman and long-tongued man who has nothing to do think so. Ma Luping had already guessed that everyone would think like this, the reason was very simple, if someone else brought such a woman, he would think so when he saw it.

On the day of Ma Luping's wedding, many people came to say goodbye, of course, there were sincere joys, but there were also many people who said cool words and puns. Ma Luping didn't care what intentions the comers had, they toasted and drank wine one by one, deliberately exaggerated the festive atmosphere on their faces, and laughed when they saw everyone, patting their chests and backs, like a general celebrating their triumphant achievements.

He also drank wine at Ma Luping's house that day. The woman in a red dress looks even more enchanting and moving.

After drinking the wine and making trouble in the cave room at night, everyone went back to their respective homes, looking at Ma Luping's daughter-in-law's greed, and could only vent to the yellow-faced woman at home.

That night, the lights of Ma Luping's house were not extinguished, shining on the pink paper window until dawn.

Early the next morning, everyone who passed in front of the road Ping's house saw a sheet of bed, and a piece of blood in the middle bloomed like a plum blossom in the wax moon. The sheet hung on the bamboo pole for drying clothes, waving with the cold morning breeze, like a banner of victory. Many people saw that flag and naturally thought of the woman who was suspected of being a prostitute.

At the end of the road, he sat on a stool under the sheets and smoked proudly. When I saw someone I knew well, I pulled down the sheets and respectfully handed over a good cigarette. I just had to ask someone to touch the bloodstain to test the authenticity.

Naturally, the rumors disappeared.

On that day, he also got up early, and the first thing he saw when he went out saw the flag in the red center. The red color of that banner ignited his long-suppressed ** like fire. He naturally thought of the scene where Ma Luping and his new daughter-in-law were stacked together.

Suddenly, a wave of hot blood rushed to his lower body.

The picture of Ma Luping and his new daughter-in-law stacked together couldn't fade away, he seemed to see Ma Luping's rhythmic body and sweaty skin with his own eyes, and saw his new daughter-in-law humming and chirping under Ma Luping. He couldn't suppress his cranky thoughts, he imagined himself lying in front of Ma Luping's unturned window all night, peeking through the gap Ma Luping's love affair with his new daughter-in-law.

He continued to imagine, breathless. He seemed to see the road turn slowly and look over the window. It was too late for him to hide, and Ma Luping saw him peeping. Ma Luping did not blame him, but gave him a laugh.

Suddenly, he saw that Ma Luping had become the man on the mountain, and when he looked at the woman lying down, he had also become the woman on the mountain. He saw the pair of ** rippling like water tofu again, and saw the scar on the man's back. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Just as he was imagining wildly, his mother roared: "Son, what are you doing standing stupidly? ”

He was awakened by the sound, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurried back into the house.

His mother frowned at her son's unusual behavior, shook her head again, and picked up a bucket of clothes and went to the laundry pond. He closed the door and lay alone on the bed, staring blankly at the roof.

Timid footsteps led him back to the reservoir and to the hill behind the horse butcher's house.

Behind that tea tree, he hesitated for a long time, and he made an extremely difficult ideological struggle. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the fluttering blood-stained sheets, and remembered the picture of a man and a woman having a good time. In the picture, sometimes it is Ma Luping and his new daughter-in-law, and sometimes it is the man and woman who used to peep.

He stood behind the tea tree in a daze, too empty.

Suddenly, he was awakened by the sound of footsteps. He reflexively hid behind the tea tree and fell down lightly.

It turned out to be the man and the woman. Here they are again.

He held his breath and waited. Once again, they glued together before his eyes. This time it was real, no longer his imagination. The pair of **, the scar, reappeared in front of his eyes. The woman clung to the grass beside her and enjoyed the happiness that the man brought her.

He seemed to be back a year ago, back to before his partner Ma Zhong drowned. He saw Ma Zhong beside him in a trance. Ma Zhong stared ahead with blazing eyes, beads of sweat appeared on his face, and he pinched the crotch of his pants with one hand.

A gust of wind blew in his face, and he couldn't help but shiver and get goosebumps all over his body. His face was cold, and he raised his hand to touch his face, which was sweat from relish. He was suspicious!

In the past, Ma Zhong's face was sweating, but he himself had never been in such a situation. At most, his breathing was faster, and his lower body was uncomfortable.

At that moment, he thought he was Ma Zhong. He turned around and looked to the side, and he saw himself! His bushy eyebrows, his slightly collapsed nose, his acne-prone face. As if in a mirror, he saw himself right next to him.

At that moment, he thought that Ma Zhong was attached to him.

He turned his gaze back to the front, and the man and woman disappeared at some point!

He stood up in a trance, dizzy, and stood holding on to the tea tree for a while before he came to his senses. Look next to it, there's nothing. His own image is gone, and so is Ma Zhong's image.

He shuffled his weak steps to the meadow where the man and woman were communed.