Poor little in the Shura field

The summer wind is sticky and hot.

The villagers who had dinner all enjoyed the shade under the century-old pagoda tree, talked about this year's grain harvest, and talked about which family held a banquet.

At the same time, he secretly watched Cheng Chi at the door of the little widow's house.

The man is tall and strong, because the muscles of the arms are puffed up for carrying things, and the clothes are gathered in the middle, showing the strong and muscular back muscles at the back. The ribs are a little wider than the waist, which looks very powerful.

As people in the city often say, what an "inverted triangle" figure.

How did Cheng Chi and the little widow know each other?

Why would you knock on his door?

The villagers were wondering, when they saw the door of the old house opened, and they hadn't seen each other for a few days, the little widow was even more seductive than before, as if he had absorbed enough energy, and the charm rolled out from every inch of his skin, he raised his face, The slightly swollen lips moved, and when he said something, Cheng Chi's muscles stiffened.

More swollen than this morning.

Cheng Chi thought quietly.

He rolled his throat, his eyes were welded on Xue Yu's small face with finger marks, no matter how stupid he was, he was vaguely aware of something, as if he had eaten sour fruit, he lowered his head silently.

Xue Yu was still panting, her patience was not very good, as if she saw someone being gagged, she raised the end of her eyes slightly and said, "You came here just to let me watch you perform pantomime at the door?"

Hearing this, Cheng Chi shook his head, his free hand pressed against the seam of his trousers, slightly bent, his manicured nails were embedded in his skin, and he said honestly: "...No, I'll bring you some fruit."

Xue Yu looked at the basket of fruit he was carrying.

All of them are fresh and plump, with pink and white skins, and none of them are rotten.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Xue Yu took out the [-] yuan that he had prepared in advance, and he passed the hand that hadn't worked before, and said indifferently with a small face: "Fruit and the money for the meal."

Cheng Chi was dumbfounded for a while and confiscated it.

Xue Yu walked forward again, he shook his head.

Send again, continue to shirk.

Xue Yu smiled angrily, and her patience was completely exhausted: "I'm not short of this money, what will you save me?"

Seeing the little widow's expression sullen, Cheng Chi, who refused to accept it even to death, hesitated for a while, and silently accepted a piece of money, as if he was afraid that Xue Yu would be unhappy, he raised his face and clumsily comforted him: "Don't be angry, I'll accept it." , but you don’t need that much, and prices in the countryside are very cheap.”

Xue Yu pursed her lips: "It's up to you."

I've never seen someone love being taken advantage of so much.

Don't take advantage of the cheap, are you stupid?

Cheng Chi put the basket of fruit into the threshold, but he consciously didn't go in. He stepped up and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked, "Xue Yu, have you eaten yet?"

Xue Yu thought for a while: "I just drank a bowl of porridge, so it shouldn't be considered eating."

"Would you like to go to town with me to eat?"

Xue Yu was slightly taken aback: "Now?"

Cheng Chi scraped his ears, glanced at the smelly arm of the little widow, and then moved to another place to cover up, with a muffled voice full of anticipation: "Well, now, it gets dark late in summer, and I don't come back until after eating." It's dark."

The little widow quieted down, and Cheng Chi waited in fear for a minute or two before he heard his natural soft voice: "Then why are you still standing there?"

Xue Yu didn't eat enough, was too lazy to cook, and didn't want to stay in the old house. Compared with Song Rongxun, who was in great demand, going to dinner with Cheng Chi was much more satisfying.

Cheng Chi nodded hurriedly.

There were not many people on the road today. It didn't take long for them to arrive in the town, and they picked a shop that was booming and walked in.

Cheng Chi gave Xueyu the menu to order, and then went to the front desk to get drinks.

He never used a straw to drink this kind of glass beverage, but somehow he felt that Xue Yu definitely needed it, so Cheng Chi pried open the bottle with brute force, and put the straw in.

The dripping drink was placed on the table next to the little widow.

Xue Yu was really thirsty. He was looking at the menu, unable to free his hands, leaned over without raising his eyes, and took a sip from the straw. Cheng Chi was still adjusting the straw without retracting his hand. Lips touched.

The soft and slippery petal just rubbed over.

The man froze immediately, and within a few seconds, his head was crackling and firecrackers were fired, and a burst of heat surged in his abdominal muscles.

……bumped into.

Xue Yu seemed to have sensed it, and raised her eyes nonchalantly: "Sorry, I didn't see it."

Cheng Chi's brain was working hard, and he replied slowly: "...it's okay."

So Xue Yu didn't care anymore, ordered a few dishes that couldn't go wrong, and gave the menu to the waiter. The restaurant served the food very quickly, and it didn't take long for all the dishes to be served.

Xue Yu raised her head to get the chopsticks, and when she lifted her eyes, she saw Cheng Chi sitting opposite him like an old cadre, with his shoulders like a tight string, staring at his fingertips without moving his eyes, It was slightly shiny, and those who didn't know it thought that the finger could squeeze out honey.

What are you silly about?

With her beautiful brows furrowed, Xue Yu tapped the plate lightly with her chopsticks, raised her chin to the stupid rough man: "Eat."

Cheng Chi nodded stupidly, and opened his chopsticks to pick up vegetables. It looked quite normal, but in fact, his soul hadn't returned to his place, and his mind was full of the feeling just now, and he wanted to embed that feeling into his fingertips for the rest of his life.

Xue Yu's mouth is so soft and obedient.

The lip flesh will be slightly pouted, and a small slit will be opened to hold the thin straw. The mouth is tender, red and soft, and it will be deformed by the straw at once.

Would it be the same if he poked something else in?

Xue Yu didn't know what was going on in the head of the man across from him, he buried himself next to the bowl and ate seriously.

The little widow didn't have much appetite, and Cheng Chi was not even half full, so he raised his face and said that he was full, but he didn't yell to leave, and obediently waited for Cheng Chi to finish eating.

Cheng Chi's heart trembled, and he was so cute when he was sipping on a drink and waiting quietly, his shoulders were like a hardened brick, with an inexplicable thought, he slowed down his chewing and swallowing, and deliberately ate very hard. slow.

When Xue Yu was in a hurry, she would raise her eyelids and glance at him, but she didn't intend to urge him.

Really like.

He still likes to kiss someone else.

……

The sky was getting dark, and the two came back from the town full of food and drink. Cheng Chi was worried that Xue Yu would walk at night and sent him to the gate of the house.

The moment before Xue Yu locked the door, she glanced at him with her beautiful eyes: "Go back."

Cheng Chi mumbled: "Go to bed early."

Until lying on the kang, Cheng Chi's whole body was like eating syrup, and his tongue was sweet.

The man thought carefully about the day for a while, his chest was gurgling and bubbling, and he couldn't figure out how he was happier than when the crops were harvested after just eating a meal. The little widow didn't even do anything to him, and he was just like that.

The more Cheng Chi thought about it, the more energetic he became. Thinking of Xue Yu touching his finger, his throat couldn't help but throb.

He glanced at the gown with rough fabric beside the pillow, and could still smell the faint fragrance rising from under his skin. The smell could not dissipate after so long, could the spices used by city people really last for so long?

I can't think about it anymore, I have to work tomorrow.

Cheng Chi suppressed his beating heart forcibly, picked up the enamel basin by the Kang, and walked to the sink.

"—Dong Dong!"

There was a knock on the door in the dark night.

Cheng Chi clenched his left hand dangling from the hem of his trousers, with a suspicious expression on his face. He didn't like to talk, he didn't know many people in the village, and few people knocked on his door at night.

The first thing that came to my mind was that the drunken villagers went to the wrong place.

This kind of thing is very common. People in the village are sometimes stressed. The way to resolve it is to go to the town to buy a few bottles of wine. The wine is not good wine, and it is easy to get drunk. He has encountered many times.

Cheng Chi went to open the door, and looked down. He didn't see the drunken man he expected, but a woman with a slightly bowed back. His heart skipped a beat, and he said in a muffled voice, "Mom, why are you here?"

The woman at the door had deep eye sockets, cloudy eyeballs, and dark skin of the same strain. Years of hard work had left streaks on her face.

"Come and see you on vacation."

In Yan Lilan's hand was a big red plastic bag containing dried sausages and bacon. She entered the room, put the things on the table, and turned around and said, "I couldn't buy the ticket for the morning ticket. I bought the ticket for the afternoon ticket. I just arrived not long ago."

Cheng Chi nodded silently, and wanted to clean up the other kang, but was stopped by Yan Lilan: "Have you eaten yet?"

Cheng Chi: "I've eaten."

Yan Lilan glanced at the stove, there was no trace of oily smoke on it: "I didn't see you doing it."

The man put the enamel basin aside, found a new quilt from the wooden cabinet, rolled his broad and rough hands, and spread the quilt on the earth kang that connected to the mud wall. He dusted the quilt, his chest was short of breath, and his voice was suffocating: "... ...go to town for food."

When the people behind heard his words, they became strangely quiet.

After about half a cup of tea, Yan Lilan entered the room.

She looked over the man's broad back, looked at the window, and suddenly asked as if chatting, "Xiao Cheng, did someone live in that old house?"

Cheng Chi froze in shaking the quilt, as if he didn't expect her to ask this.

After a while, he nodded.

Yan Lilan poured water into her tea mug, as if she cared about her son, and asked with concern: "Neighborhood relations are very important in this village. Have you met him? How is he?"

He has a pretty face, a cute face, and a soft and pleasant voice. To be serious, Cheng Chi could talk until his mouth was dry, but he looked at Tukang, and simply said three words: "Very good."

"That does look good."

"Mom watched you grow up, and I didn't see anyone you praised. It's a pity, I came back late today, and I didn't have a chance to meet him. He must be very good-looking, right?"

Yan Lilan took a sip of hot water, and when the water slipped down her throat, she raised her head and slowly added the following words: "Otherwise, why would my son go to the town to eat with him, and why would he give him all the fruits from home? .”

Cheng Chi froze suddenly.

He looked squarely at the woman with deep sunken eyes and sharp gaze: "...Mom, what do you want to say?"

He was not surprised that Yan Lilan knew that Yan Lilan was different from him. Most people in the village were quite familiar with her. They should have heard it from someone she talked to on the way back.

The room was silent, only the slight breathing could be heard.

Yan Lilan held the handle of the tea mug, and her tone was not as peaceful as before. She could say that she was tortured, and she paused every word: "Do you like that widow from the city?"

Yan Lilan, who had been unusual since she entered the door, went around a lot, and finally revealed the main purpose of coming today.

She came to blame her son.

Cheng Chi's fingers tightened, his throat shrugged in vain, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Yan Lilan felt like the sky was falling.

Knowing the son is more like the mother, Yan Lilan can spy on Cheng Chi's secret thoughts from the villagers' few words, and can also know his answer from Cheng Chi's silence at this meeting.

Cheng Chi actually really liked the little widow.

Yan Lilan staggered back a step weakly. She didn't know if she should blame herself for piercing the paper, so she just pretended not to know. Yan Lilan's heart was throbbing, she put her hands on the edge of the wooden table to stabilize her figure, and took a few deep breaths : "He came not long ago, what do you like about him?"

"……a lot of."

Yan Lilan pressed the center of her eyebrows hard, trying her best to restrain her calmness: "Xiao Cheng, I know that people in the city are open, and this kind of liking is normal. But in our village, it is a crime. You will be treated as a monster, understand?"

"Our roots are in the village, and people from the city are two different worlds. Your sister has the opportunity to study there, but she will never belong there. You two should be honest and find a good family to marry and have... "

Cheng Chi interrupted her sullenly: "I don't want to get married."

Yan Lilan tried her best to pull a smile: "Are you blaming your mother for putting all her attention on her younger sister, neglecting you, and being angry with her?"

Cheng Chi shook his head: "It has nothing to do with this, even if there is no Xue Yu, I have no feelings for girls."

Yan Lilan couldn't describe her feelings at that moment, the world was spinning in front of her eyes, she seemed to be trapped in a tsunami, and her eardrums were hurt by the water pressure.

"Sin! What a crime!"

Yan Lilan was heartbroken. She vaguely remembered that there was a famine that year, and the whole family could not eat. She walked dozens of kilometers to the city, picked up the leftovers that the rich threw into the trash can, and barely raised her children.

During those days, she was so miserable that she didn't look like her. After going through that period of time, Yan Lilan felt that she must have suffered to the end, but she didn't expect that it was not the case, and the more collapsed thing came now.

Her son is ill.

She was very ill, but she didn't know how to save it.

How could an honest person all his life get such a strange disease?How can you like a man?

Seeing that Yan Lilan's eyes were slightly red and her mouth was trembling uncontrollably, Cheng Chi picked up the kettle and poured water for her again. The moonlight outside shone in, revealing a little loneliness in his eyes: "Mom, don't worry, it's just that I like him...he won't like me."

Yan Lilan couldn't listen, and shook her head mechanically, as if her soul was out of her body: "I met a little girl in the factory. She is very beautiful. It happens that the factory is on holiday tomorrow and there is no need to start work. I will bring it here for you to meet tomorrow."

Just get married, just get married.

After a long time, even if it treats the symptoms but not the root cause, it will not be criticized by the villagers.

Cheng Chi frowned: "...Mom."

He wanted to say something, but Yan Lilan didn't listen, didn't reply, and talked to herself, and arranged for him to meet tomorrow. Her son was confused, and she had to be sober as a mother.

She staggered towards the stove, with strands of silver hanging from her forehead, brushing her dry and peeled lips.

After a while, she said: "You haven't seen your sister for a long time, pack up your things at night, and take a car to see her the day after tomorrow. It's best to stay for a few days, and you can also see big cities."

Yan Lilan's daughter goes to school in the city, so she rented a special room not far from the city for fear of losing her daughter's food and clothing. It would take at least four or five hours to drive there from the village.

Cheng Chi couldn't understand what she meant.

This is to tell him not to see Pei Xueyu again.

……

The next morning, a Honda car that didn't fit the style of the village drove into the village.

Anyone who has lived there for a long time knows that the car was filled with village cadres, who were elected by everyone because of their hard work and ability. A while ago, in order to actively respond to the strategy of rural revitalization, they drove to the town for a few days meeting.

The car rolled over the mud and stopped in front of a simple bungalow, followed by several people.

Those few people were all wearing shirts, which were of a higher class than the villagers, but they were also sewn with tattered patches, spoke vernacular with local accents, and politely handed cigarettes to each other.

"Hey, Xiao Song, you really should have gone. You didn't know that those big leaders from the city all spent a lot of money. Look, they gave this cigarette. I have never smoked it like this in my life. Good smoke."

In the one-story house used as a meeting room, apart from the village chief and several secretaries and directors, Song Rongxun was also sitting in it.

He refused the cigarette roll offered by the village head, explaining: "I want to help look after the store, so I can't smoke."

"Can't you go bankrupt if you don't watch it for a day? Forget it, you just find it troublesome..."

The middle-aged man took a puff of his cigarette resentfully, talking to Song Rongxun on the surface, but couldn't stop looking at him.

On the seat next to him, the little widow was seductive and soft, his exposed arms and legs were as white as tofu, his soft hair like ink dyed was laid on the back of his neck, and the delicate skin under the roots of the hair was sweating due to the heat, radiating sweat. Everyone outside the bungalow can smell the incense.

Song Rongxun came to this meeting as one of the few intellectuals in the village, Xueyu was different, he wanted to use the air conditioner but didn't make it, and was dragged by Song Rongxun halfway.

Xue Yu didn't see the middle-aged man's gaze, he pursed his lips a little impatiently.

He didn't like to participate in these dispensable meetings. If Song Rongxun hadn't coaxed him to take him to the house to turn on the air conditioner after the meeting, he would have left early.

As if aware of his irritability, Song Rongxun reached out his hand, squeezed his fingertips, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Quickly, play for as long as you want after the opening."

Xue Yu withdrew her hand and did not answer, feeling that it is meaningless to say these things now.

After a few minutes of pleasantries, the meeting quickly started under the leadership of the village chief.

Everyone had different opinions, they had everything they wanted to say, and the roof of the house was about to be knocked down. Song Weixun was much quieter than them, and only mentioned a few key points. The words were few, but they were enlightening.

Xue Yu soon got tired of hearing it.

Leaning back with the weight of his body, he pushed the stool back with the armrests on both sides, opened the curtain unobtrusively and walked out.

There was a water dispenser outside, Xue Yu took out a disposable paper cup, and pressed the round button with her fingertips.

It may be that no one has changed the bucket for a long time, and the water has flowed to half of the paper cup, and the water stops.

Xue Yu had no choice but to hold the paper cup that was less than half a cup, and drank it like a kitten licking it, seeing the curtain being lifted from the corner of his eye, he paused slightly, raised the end of his eyes and asked: "Why, you can't stay any longer? "

Song Rongxun leaned in front of him and looked down at him: "Well, I thought you were gone."

Xue Yu took another sip of the hot water, and said honestly: "I didn't leave, I just don't like to listen to them, I don't understand."

The man's spine, which was as tight as a bowstring, finally loosened a bit.

Xue Yu slightly opened her lips, and the tip of her tongue touched the gap between her lips to lick off the shiny water stains.

He stretched out his white and soft hand, slipped between the man's throat, touched his hot chest, twitched his fingertips, fastened the button for him, and asked in a sweet voice: "Are you so afraid of me leaving? Isn't it Too clingy to me."

Song Rongxun didn't deny it, staring at the fingers with a skin color that was very different from his: "...will you be annoying?"

"A bit, but within acceptable limits."

Maybe the sun was too hot, maybe he really thought that Xueyu had left, Song Rongxun felt his mouth dry, and instinctively picked up a paper cup to catch water.

"I took the last glass." Xue Yu shook the glass in her hand, reminding him.

Song Rongxun was stunned, and glanced at the bucket, but it was empty as expected.

"Want to drink?"

Song Rongxun didn't have to drink it, but his strange sixth sense made him make a short "hmm" at this time.

As soon as the words were finished, the whiteness in his eyes suddenly came closer, Xue Yu raised a limp arm, and put the paper cup in his lower lip.

It wasn't until he tasted the moisture that Song Rongxun came back to his senses, and his pupils shrank slowly.

What caused him to be strange was the paper cup, which was dry all around, only the part that touched his lips had some water stains.

The little widow deliberately gave him what he had drunk.

His head exploded with a bang, and the frenzied side of Song Rongxun's gentle body was brought out again by the little widow's desperate provocation. He kissed Xue Yu's lips amidst the conversation with a local accent.

"Is it over?"

Xue Yu tilted her head to avoid his breath, her voice was panting, and the man's breathing was heavy: "Don't take what I said as wind."

Song Rongxun has been suffering every night since he tasted it. He refused to let go of Xue Yu's arm, begging in a deep voice: "I still want to drink."

The man kissed him spontaneously again, Xue Yu didn't know how he learned it, or because he was gifted, his kissing skills became more and more proficient.

Xue Yu hid back unbearably, but the more he hid, the more aggressive the man was, he whimpered softly, tears streaming down his face from being poked.

The next second, Song Rongxun felt that he had been bitten. He was unmoved, but stopped to look at the little widow.

Xue Yu was delicate from the beginning to the end, even the mouth was red and swollen at the moment, because the swelling and pain could not close the lip seam, and it was slightly opened a distance that seemed to be holding back.

It seems to be silently telling him that it is not enough.

That look just added fuel to the fire.

Song Rongxun's back was numb, and he couldn't help squeezing into the little widow's five fingers, and pecked thin and dense kisses on the side of his neck. The man in his arms was panting unbearably, bringing strange pleasure and longing to the man, like The senses are washed repeatedly like a river.

"...very sweet."

Quite seriously, he praised the sweetness of his water.

Xue Yu's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to struggle too much to make any noise. He grabbed the man's iron arm and signaled him pitifully not to go too far, because he heard the voice from inside the curtain.

"Xiao Song has been away for a long time, why hasn't he come back?"

"I guess he went to look for the little widow, who has been staring at him since the meeting, like a baby lump."

"Don't talk nonsense, is that how the word is used? If you want Xiao Song to hear it, he will definitely not like it."

"Hey, it's getting late, I'm still waiting to go home for dinner, secretary, go look for Xiao Song outside."

"okay."

Separated by a curtain made of cloth, the spring scenery is beautiful here. People inside can lift the curtain at any time, and people outside can come in at any time.

Xue Yu couldn't pull away the man with hot body, both lips were sucked into the other mouth.

It's like stealing love.