sinovels 21
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Gently closing the door, I slowly walked back to the study with the gold ring in my hand. I had no intention of going downstairs to call my mother.The scene just now caused thousands of waves in my heart, and the turbulent mood cannot be described in words.
Uncle Mao and I don't look similar in appearance, the only similarity is our height, and he often mentioned that his single son Mao Tianwei, who passed away, looks like me, other than that, I don't think I and Uncle Mao There will be any connection between Uncle Mao.
No!I hope he is not, because I have secretly ignited love seedlings in my heart. I like Uncle Mao more and more, but I dare not express it.
What puzzles me is why both Uncle Mao and I have a birthmark in the same position?
Sitting at the desk, looking at the cold moon in front of the window, I secretly told myself that it was just a coincidence!Maybe we were a couple in our previous life. Do I really hope that Uncle Mao is my biological father?Or maybe my nerves are too sensitive, and mediocrity only increases troubles.
I looked at the gold ring wrapped with a red cotton rope in my hand, and wished so much that one day I could kiss my father's hand. Maybe my father didn't know about his unintentional one-night love, and there was more of me in this world!
Should I blame my mother for her ignorance?Or do you hate your father's promiscuity?Why can two men and women who have their own families cherish each other because of their similar encounters and situations, and even have sex with each other?
I don't blame my mother, and I don't hate my father even more, because there is no right or wrong when it comes to feelings. Didn't Teacher Chen Dongcheng and I have a skin-to-skin relationship in that emotionally lonely and helpless situation?The situation between men and men is like this, how can I bear to criticize my mother?
When my mother told me about my life experience that day, I really shouldn't blame her, and even ran away in anger.I think the pain my mother suffered back then should be thousands of times greater than mine!She usually works hard? The family gave her all her efforts, and even separated from my father to help my adoptive father and second mother. I think my mother’s doing this should be another kind of compensation for my adoptive father!
"Jianzhi, are you finished with noodles?" It was Uncle Mao's knock on the door.
"Oh! It's almost finished." I responded and put away the gold ring in my hand, walked to the door and opened it, "Uncle Mao, it's so late, and we have an outpatient clinic tomorrow! You go to rest first, and the dishes and chopsticks wait." Yes, I will clean it myself, thank you, Uncle Mao.”
"I just took a hot bath. I wanted to go to sleep. I saw that the light in your room was still on, so I came over to see Luo! What? Didn't you go out for a walk during the day? Although you have to study hard, you can also relax when it's time to relax." You need to relax yourself and adjust your life, you know?" Uncle Mao put his right hand on my shoulder and walked into the study while talking, I suddenly felt a warm feeling!
"Why, isn't uncle delicious? Why do you have so much left?" Uncle Mao said with a smile, looking at the bowl of noodles on the desk.
"Delicious! Delicious! I like to eat Uncle Mao's bottom
"Jianzhi, look, the noodles are cold, don't eat them yet, uncle take them to warm up before eating." As I said that, Uncle Mao took the bowls and chopsticks from my hands, and walked out the door, looking at Uncle Mao in thin clothes Thin pajamas, those big black grapes on the chest!The traces of the briefs in the pajamas were clearly visible. Looking at the back of Uncle Mao leaving, I suddenly remembered the night I ate noodles with Mr. Chen Dongcheng, and then all kinds of situations.
We were in the room of the teacher's day room, and we practiced that very stimulating body game over and over again all night.The ecstasy and confusion, the culmination of the form.Although it was our first experience, we cooperated with each other tacitly, constantly changing positions, from the bed to the floor, from the floor to the sofa, and then we stood facing a big cosmetic mirror, standing and embracing each other.
Maybe I'm too tall, Mr. Dongcheng had to step on his feet to kiss my forehead, and the two hugged each other tightly.When the two bodies trembled and moved slightly, my peripheral vision was attracted by the image displayed in the mirror.In particular, Mr. Dongcheng's legs are covered with beards and black hairy legs that reflect the light, forming the most provocative and nasty focus of this sensual picture.
Teacher Dongcheng also noticed it.His moaning was animal-like insolence, calling out a series of lewd sounds; when he stretched out one black hairy leg and pressed the tip of his extremely sharp toe against my buttocks, we both felt that we had risen. The steepest part of the mountain.
After exhaustion and cramping, it's downhill.
The body in the mirror was a little fuzzy, sweating profusely like pearls, and the skin was faintly shining with silver light!The moonlight on the treetops, this omnipresent species of light, streamed into the house.In short, it is a color that makes people realize that it cannot be touched. This color is easy to be stiff and broken, similar to the light of some mysterious porcelain.
The body after being emptied by desire is like a kind of melancholy and mediocre porcelain.
We lay quietly on the bed.
Teacher Dongcheng lit a cigarette, there was a small wind whistling outside the window, and suddenly there seemed to be the sound of something falling to the ground lightly and quickly.I wondered subconsciously whether this would be an escape after voyeurism.
It was like the sound of a person jumping off a pile of things outside the window.
When I told Teacher Dongcheng, the teacher didn't take it seriously. He laughed and kissed my forehead tenderly.
"Jianzhi, here are the hot noodles!" Uncle Mao's call woke me up from deep thought!