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In the first chapter of "Spring Night at the Fishing
Port," Zhang Wen couldn't believe that such a backward place
still existed in the information age of the 21st century . After getting off the train, he had taken a seven-hour bus ride along mountain roads, followed by another five hours on gravel roads. Now, he still had to cross a small river to reach his destination. Although there were many scenic spots along the way that were more beautiful than any so-called scenic area, Zhang Wen was too exhausted from the bumpy ride to appreciate anything. Along the way, Zhang Wen even wondered if he had traveled back to ancient times. Why didn't he see even the most basic utility poles? There weren't even a few houses. Occasionally, a few snakes would crawl across the road, or rats would scurry by. They seemed more surprised by humans than anything else. What kind of godforsaken place was this? Sitting alone by the river, Zhang Wen felt like crying. The river was crystal clear. After taking a sip, the water had a natural sweetness, but this pristine river that city dwellers would flock to hadn't seen a single person in over an hour. There wasn't even a cell phone signal. Was this... was this Earth? "Young man, what are you doing here?" Just as Zhang Wen was feeling dejected, a bamboo raft suddenly appeared on the river, carrying an old man with rolled-up trousers and a bare chest, calling out from afar. Zhang Wen looked up and saw the old man wearing a tattered straw hat. His beard swayed in the wind, and his face was etched with the marks of time. He was thin but remarkably sturdy. He immediately cried out as if he'd seen a savior, "Old man, I need to go to Wugua Village, could you take me across the river?" "Sure, wait a moment, I'll finish this net!" the old man readily agreed, slowly pulling up the fishing net. Zhang Wen finally felt a little more at ease. When the old man's bamboo raft came along, he quickly boarded, thanking him profusely. Although there wasn't even a place to sit, it still gave Zhang Wen a slight sense of security. After all, in this godforsaken place, if he got bitten by a snake or something, he'd die and no one would even know. "Young man, it's been a while since we've had any outsiders around here. Who are you looking for?" The old man sized up Zhang Wen, finding his casual clothes and the large bundle on his back somewhat strange. He asked with a hint of wariness. "I'm going to Wugua Village to find someone! Old man, how long will it take to get there after crossing the river?" Zhang Wen answered promptly, though he was still a little uneasy thinking about the ordeal he had suffered that day. If it took several hours to walk to the shore, he might as well just jump into the river! "It'll take about a quarter of an hour!" the old man said, then asked, "There are very few outsiders coming to our dozen or so villages anymore. Tell me which family , and I'll lead you there. It wouldn't be good if you got lost!" "I'm going to Chen Guixiang's house." Zhang Wen felt a little awkward mentioning the name. "Oh, you're going to Guiwa's house! Okay, don't worry, I've lived here for sixty years, I know everyone." The old man said with a pat on the back. "Okay, thank you." After reaching the shore, Zhang Wen habitually took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it over. "This, what does this mean? Nobody gives money to cross the river here." The old man's eyes lit up when he saw the banknote, but he immediately declined. "Hehe, old man, just take it! I might need your help in the future." Zhang Wen smiled and insisted on putting the money in his hand. "Okay, if there's anything I can do for you, just say so." This time, the old man didn't refuse and happily put the money into his worn-out pocket. As they walked, Zhang Wen asked the old man about the situation, and the more he heard, the colder his heart became. Was this really a bustling city ? The entire village's electricity came from a single ordinary line pulled from another township, and it would be cut off immediately . Usually, they used oil lamps, and each village had an average of one black-and-white television. There was only one dilapidated school among the dozen or so villages, and there were no teachers. The average level of education was less than the third grade of primary school! Not many people could write. What's even more noteworthy is that many villages are located by the sea, and many people have died in maritime disasters. Those who manage to leave the mountains never want to return, so the villages maintain a primitive, or rather, backward way of life. Most houses are old adobe houses; even a small brick house is a symbol of wealth here. Zhang Wen shuddered at the thought. Could it be that his father really came from such a small fishing village? If so, he could understand why his father refused to return to this place even at the cost of his life. "Look, this is Guiwa's house," the old man said, leading Zhang Wen to an adobe house halfway up the mountain. Zhang Wen looked at it and wondered if anyone could live there. The so-called wall was made entirely of withered branches and leaves. Although it was called a village, the nearest house was at least 500 meters away. The yard was desolate and dilapidated, and the thatched roof was a mess. Some things on the adobe walls were peeling, looking completely lifeless. "Thank you!" Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly, still unable to muster the courage to go inside. "Child, you're Zhang Houming's son, aren't you? Hurry up and come in. Guiwazi has been waiting for you for over ten years." The old man seemed to see through Zhang Wen's thoughts, sighed, and spoke earnestly. "Okay, okay!" Zhang Wen felt embarrassed when his identity was revealed. After thanking him again, he staggered for a while before mustering the courage to go inside. Although the courtyard wasn't large, the crops and vegetable gardens around it were kept clean. Before Zhang Wen even got close, he saw a woman squatting by a small well, chopping firewood. "Hello, is this Chen Guixiang's house?" Zhang Wen spoke timidly, his heart pounding. He was both expecting the woman to turn around and a little afraid, unsure how to face all this unfamiliarity. The woman slowly turned her face, and to his disappointment, it wasn't the kind, forty-something-year-old woman Zhang Wen had imagined. She was a woman who looked to be around twenty, with a simple, honest smile. Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, her simple and pure aura was particularly comforting. Standing around 160 cm tall, Qu Xian was completely concealed by her oversized floral shirt and colorful trousers, making her appear somewhat thin, yet radiating an approachable aura. Her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. When Zhang Wen met her gaze, he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration; even her bare-faced attire couldn't hide her...

Her fresh and refined appearance, simple attire, and unpretentious clothing, coupled with her genuine smile, made her stand out more than any of the glamorous celebrities on
television .
"You, you're Xiaowen?"
The woman looked Zhang Wen up and down with disbelief, then suddenly exclaimed excitedly, her eyes filled with disbelief, though
her face betrayed a hint of elation.
"Yes!"
Zhang Wen felt an increasing sense of familiarity with the woman before him, even though he had only left with his father when he was five.
His childhood memories were long gone, yet the woman before him bore a striking resemblance to him, instantly evoking a feeling of warmth and closeness.
Suddenly
, the woman burst into tears, throwing her knife aside as if possessed, and rushed towards
Zhang Wen , "Xiaowen, why did you only come back now! You, you, you've been gone for so many years!"
Zhang Wen, somewhat bewildered by her embrace, had no time to savor the feeling of her soft, warm embrace. The woman
immediately broke down in tears, her beautiful face streaked with sobs.
"Xiaowen, wait a minute. I'll go call Mom back!"
The woman suddenly looked up and smiled happily, wiping away her tears as she ran out.
Zhang Wen was stunned; his mind couldn't process this sudden change! He remembered having
an older sister, but he had no memory of her or his mother. He only remembered
playing on the muddy road in the village when he was little, and a surge of nervousness made him a little afraid of his biological mother whom he was about to meet.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Just as Zhang Wen was deep in thought, a clear and melodious voice rang in his ears,
sounding incredibly soft and childlike.
Zhang Wen turned around and was immediately charmed. What an adorable little girl! Her short hair was smooth and
delicate, and her face was flawless. Her large, watery eyes radiated intelligence, her small nose was incredibly
cute , and her tiny mouth was chewing on a plant she couldn't name, revealing her little teeth.
Two cute dimples on her chubby cheeks made her even more charming. She was staring at him with wide, somewhat hostile eyes
. She was only about 1.2 meters tall, petite and delicate, making her particularly endearing.
After , Zhang Wen couldn't help but give her a high score. Although she looked to be only about 1.3 meters tall, and her figure
was rather flat, that was the charm of a little girl. Her small feet were playfully wiggling, making one
want to reach out and touch them. Her clothes were simple, even worn-out ones couldn't hide
her alluring figure; truly, a creepy uncle's favorite.
"Hey, I'm asking you!"
The little girl saw Zhang Wen staring intently at her, but showed no fear. Instead ,
she stepped forward slightly, a little annoyed!
"Oh, I'm looking for Chen Guixiang. Who are you?"
Zhang Wen asked back, his wolfish instincts slowly awakening, dispelling the day's fatigue and tension. He even
thought about giving her a good bath and dressing her in a beautiful princess dress. What a
delightful ! Such a cute little girl deserves to be cherished! These tattered clothes are an insult to
her beauty.
"What do you want with my mom?"
the little girl asked warily, taking a step back.
It was a bolt from the blue! This adorable little girl was actually his sister! Zhang Wen was stunned.
Why was fate playing such a cruel joke on him? He had just begun planning his grand upbringing, and now this cruel
blow had struck him down. He was heartbroken.
"What's your name?"
Zhang Wen steadied himself, facing his sister's still wary gaze. He looked at her with an unusually
gentle almost unbelievable, gaze.
"Why should I tell you? You haven't told me who you are yet!"
the little girl said, pouting cutely.
"I'll tell you later, but I don't know what to call you. I can't just call you 'little girl,' can I?"
Zhang Wen continued to tempt her.
The little girl thought for a moment, then firmly shook her head and said, "I'm not telling you. If you're a thief,
wouldn't I be an idiot?"
Zhang Wen was immediately at a loss for words, wondering what kind of logic this was. "Think about it," he said, "if I were a thief, would I dare
stand here in broad daylight? And if I were a thief, who would stand in the yard? I would have already gone inside and rummaged through things."
The little girl said mockingly, "You're just trying to fool me. Even in broad daylight there are ghosts. Why
can't there be thieves!"
Damn, who taught this child to be so impervious to reason? Zhang Wen cursed inwardly. At this moment, the woman who
had just left came in, her face still bearing traces of tears. Looking at Zhang Wen somewhat apologetically, she said,
"Xiao Wen, let's go inside! Mom went somewhere, we can't find her."
"Sister, do you know him?"
The little girl skipped over to the woman's side, acting all cute.
Zhang Wen scratched his head awkwardly, wanting to call her "sister." But the word seemed to get stuck in his throat, and
he couldn't say it. The woman seemed to have read his mind. Without saying much, she smiled and walked over, taking
Zhang Wen's hand and leading him into the house: "Don't be shy here, let's go inside and talk!"
"Sister, who is he?"
the little girl asked curiously, seeing her sister so intimate with the man in front of her. Could he be
her sister 's
boyfriend? The woman didn't answer. After entering the house, she had Zhang Wen sit on the small kang (heated brick bed), and after diligently pouring water, seeing her sister
still looking curious, she explained with a smile: "Little sister, this is your brother."
Zhang Wen's affection for the little girl, whether out of love or affection, was so intense. Seeing the little girl's
surprised expression, her mouth agape, he lovingly took her soft little hand. While stroking
her soft hair, he affectionately asked, "Now you can tell your brother your name, right?"
"I... I don't have a brother,"
the little girl seemed still somewhat unable to accept this reality, asking with a bewildered expression.
The woman didn't mind, sitting on the edge of the kang, her eyes still glistening with tears. Looking at Zhang Wen, the woman said, "You were just born
when . Didn't your mother always talk about it? You should know that!"
"Hmph, who knows? I didn't even know him."
The little girl seemed hostile towards Zhang Wen, snorted, and ran away.
"Little sister!"
the woman called after her, but the little girl didn't turn around.
Zhang Wen was now somewhat embarrassed.
He had expected a heartwarming sibling reunion, a touching scene of harmony and tears, but instead, his sister had simply turned and left. He felt awkward,
unsure . The woman seemed to sense Zhang Wen's thoughts and quickly moved closer, saying, "Don't be angry. My little sister
may be a bit mischievous, but she's a good child. Today was probably too sudden for her to accept."
"Yes, I know!"
Zhang Wen nodded sadly.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile returned to her face. She said earnestly, "Xiao Wen, you
were only . Do you remember your sister?"
Zhang Wen had originally intended to make up a lie, but seeing the expectant look on his sister's face... After thinking for a moment,
he honestly replied, "I don't quite remember. I was too young when I left."
The woman didn't seem to mind, and smiled sweetly before saying, "Then you'd better remember. I'm
two years older than you, nineteen this year! My name is Zhang Shaolin. My younger sister is twelve this year, and her name is Zhang Shaodan. Don't make a fool of yourself again
. If Mom comes back and sees you can't even remember my name, then we're doomed."
"Hehe, I know. What a nice name!"
Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly.
The atmosphere suddenly became silent again. Zhang Shaolin looked at Zhang Wen's travel-worn face and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you
come back alone? Where's Dad?"
Zhang Wen's expression turned painful, but he immediately pretended to be nonchalant and said, "He
's dead!" "Oh, how did he die?"
His sister's calmness surprised Zhang Wen. Perhaps in her life, the role of "father" was just a vague
word; to say there was any affection between them would be a complete lie.
"Car accident, all the funeral arrangements are done."
Zhang Wen said with a somewhat somber tone. Although he didn't quite
agree , Zhang Houming's love for his only son deeply moved him. The father-son
relationship was still quite good!
"That's good!"
Zhang Shaolin said, pausing for a moment, "By the way, Xiao Wen, it's good that you're back. Our family can be reunited again
!"
Reunited as a family, Zhang Wen felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity, despite his sister's warm and caring
attitude . Accustomed to city life, staying in a place without even a television would drive him crazy.
Looking at the eager expectation in his sister's eyes, Zhang Wen didn't dare to say it aloud. He only mumbled,
"Let's talk about it after I've finished dealing with things on my end!"
"Okay, you've had a long day, why don't you take a nap? Let me make you a bed."
Zhang Shaolin said earnestly, taking out a straw mat from a tattered wooden box that could be called a cabinet and spreading it out on the
side then took out a red quilt, its color already faded. It wasn't bright at all, but you could
tell it was the best bedding they had.
As Zhang Shaolin spread it out, she asked, "By the way, how did you get here?"
"By car, and on mountain roads!"
Zhang Wen said matter-of-factly. After a long day, relaxing like this made his back and waist ache a little. He was
really sleepy, and looking at this little bed felt especially warm and cozy. However, sleeping in clothes on in this heat
was a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to take them off, but he wasn't quite sure.
Zhang Shaolin always seemed so clever; she immediately saw through her brother's thoughts and said with a smile, "It's
hot, but our house is well-ventilated. Why don't you take off your outer clothes, and I'll fetch some water for you to wash your feet?"
"No need, I'll just leave it as is! I can wash them myself."
Zhang Wen smiled awkwardly, took out slippers from his bag, and walked outside.
Zhang Shaolin was a little worried, concerned that her pampered city boy wouldn't adapt to life in the mountain village, so she quickly
followed. When they reached the well, she diligently filled a basin with water and placed it on the ground, then started washing her brother herself:
"By the way, Xiao Wen, if I remember correctly, you're seventeen this year. Are you still in school?"
Zhang Wen wanted to wash himself, but he couldn't refuse his sister's enthusiasm. Feeling a little embarrassed, he enjoyed the cool
well water and the comforting feeling of his sister's gentle hands. Without thinking, he answered, "Yes, I just
graduated !"
Zhang Shaolin's eyes immediately lit up, her face full of joy: "You're amazing! Our
village has never had a junior high school graduate!"
Although Zhang Wen was somewhat prepared for the poverty of his hometown, he didn't expect it to be this backward. After
thinking he cautiously asked, "Then, did your little sister go to school?"
"Her? She didn't have the right time. By the time she was supposed to go to school, the village teachers had already left. I only went to fourth
grade and can barely recognize a few characters,"
Zhang Shaolin said naturally. In this somewhat feudal mountain village, the idea that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent still
had some influence.
After washing his feet and returning to the house, Zhang Wen couldn't resist taking out a pack of cigarettes from his large backpack, lighting
one, and trying to sort out his jumbled thoughts as he smoked.
Since he was old enough to understand, his father, Zhang Houming, had taken him to sell fruit at a street stall in the city. Although
it was tiring , they earned a decent amount each month. At eleven, Zhang Houming used his savings to buy a small
house . Although it was old, it made the Zhang family, who had always been nomadic, so happy that they couldn't sleep. A year later, the
area was demolished for redevelopment. Zhang Houming received the largest sum of money he had ever received: 500,000 yuan. Zhang Wen clearly remembers the look of excitement on his father's face when
he held the bankbook.
Having always been insecure, he seemed to have few friends. After the college entrance exams, it should have been a time for father and son to reunite
, but tragedy struck. His father was hit by a speeding car while buying groceries, and when Zhang Wen
saw him again, it was just his mangled corpse. After enduring the grief and completing the funeral arrangements,
Zhang Wen finally found his birthplace and his mother's identity among his father's belongings.
He also learned that his father had abandoned his wife and infant daughter, fearing the poverty of the mountain village, and
run away with him. Ultimately, it was traditional thinking that was at play, despite the lack of maternal love he had always experienced. But Zhang Wen
never resented his father, because his father had given him all his love all along, and perhaps he
would have made the same choice if he were in his father's shoes.
Thinking about this, Zhang Wen felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Unable to resist the drowsiness,
he slowly closed his eyes in the damp sea breeze.
He vaguely sensed someone approaching, but Zhang Wen still didn't want to wake up! This hot and humid sea breeze easily...
It was so disheartening. Zhang Wen simply turned over and went back to sleep, but he vaguely heard
someone sobbing.
"Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen! Wake up."
After a while, Zhang Wen felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder, and
only when he heard his sister's voice did he wake up from his dream. He opened his eyes with some difficulty and saw that everything was dark, and there was no
sunlight . Had he slept all afternoon?
"Sister."
Perhaps because he was relaxed, Zhang Wen called out to her naturally!
Zhang Shaolin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then her whole body trembled, clearly very excited. Her beautiful face
was full smiles, but suddenly her eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but shed two lines of clear tears. She took Zhang Wen's hand and said,
"Good brother, it's good that you're back! It's good that you're back."
"Sister, don't cry, did I say something wrong!"
Zhang Wen was flustered and instinctively wanted to hug her but stopped immediately. Although
the pitiful made his heart ache, she was his own sister. Even though it was meant as familial care,
Zhang Wen couldn't help but have wicked thoughts.
"No, I'm happy!"
Zhang Shaolin wiped away her tears and smiled sweetly at Zhang Wen. "Come and eat quickly, Mom
has prepared the food and is waiting for you."
"Okay, you go out first! I'll change my clothes."
Zhang Wen nodded, still feeling a little nervous. After all, he didn't have
much , and he felt sticky and uncomfortable from touching himself.
"Okay, hurry up!"
Zhang Shaolin replied happily and went out.
Zhang Wen then opened his large backpack and rummaged through it. There was a gift he had bought for his mother. He gently
took out a small, deep red box, and inside was a striking white pearl necklace.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Wen thought for a moment and then put it back in his bag. He rummaged around and found a pair of shorts to change into, then
took out some of the snacks he had left in his bag for the journey and walked towards the yard with a nervous heart.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he couldn't help but frown. A pungent, fishy
smell wafted in, both foul and slightly sour! A row of dried fish hung on bamboo racks ahead, the
odor making him feel nauseous. Walking to the back, he saw his older sister and younger sister
setting out , seemingly discussing something, but their mother was nowhere to be seen. He asked疑惑地问道,
"Where's Mom?"
"Hmph, calling
her so affectionately!" Xiao Dan turned around, seeing Zhang Wen's unfriendly expression. She gave a sarcastic snort and
ran towards a small, still-smoking mud house on the south side of the courtyard.
"This child!"
Zhang Shaolin sighed helplessly, then smiled at Zhang Wen and said, "Xiao Wen, sit down first, Mom will
just ! We'll eat right away
." She then walked towards that house as well.
Zhang Wen thought for a moment; no matter how nervous he was, he had to see her. He put his snacks on the ground and
sat down on a bamboo stool that looked relatively clean but seemed about to fall apart. He lit
a cigarette and kept his gaze fixed on the small mud house.
After a while, his younger sister came out carrying a small, old-looking iron basin.
She seemed to have some unknown prejudice against Zhang Wen, slamming the basin down on the table and muttering, "
Really , why kill a chicken just because someone's coming back!" She
then sat down with a disgruntled expression.
Zhang Wen guessed that his sister was probably resentful that their father had taken him away and was afraid that his return would leave her unloved
. That's why she was so hostile towards him. After a moment of melancholy, he decided he still had to get along with her;
after all, she was his own sister. Blood was thicker than water, and that couldn't be changed.
"Xiao Dan, come here!"
Zhang Wen's tone was incredibly gentle and affectionate as he beckoned to her like he was coaxing a child.
"Whatever it is, it can't be anything good!"
The little girl gave him a disapproving look, but still curiously sat down to Zhang Wen's left.
Zhang Wen quickly took out a whole bag of pudding and a box of chocolates and quietly stuffed them into her hand: "Here,
have this!"
Zhang Shaodan looked at the snacks in her hand, her eyes immediately lighting up. She swallowed hard,
knowing she had gone a bit too far today, seeing Zhang Wen's doting gaze. But she still stubbornly said, "Why are you
being so nice to me? I'm telling you! I won't be friends with you even if I eat these."
"Alright, alright, as long as you're happy eating them,"
Zhang Wen said with a smile. Kids are usually like that. He had also been through that age of twelve or thirteen,
and knew that although his sister was stubborn, her tone wasn't as harsh as before.
Zhang Shaodan couldn't wait to open the box. The beautiful packaging alone made her smile. She
carefully took out a delicate piece of chocolate from the side, hesitated for a moment before putting it in her mouth, and then put it
back. Seeing this, Zhang Wen asked in confusion, "Xiao Dan, why aren't you eating?"
"I'm waiting for Mom and my sister to eat together. They haven't eaten before either!"
Zhang Shaodan shook her head and said resolutely. After saying that, she cruelly put the chocolate and pudding
under the table, so that she wouldn't feel so bad if she couldn't see them.
Hearing this, Zhang Wen felt a pang of guilt. These snacks, which were
ordinary were so precious in her sister's eyes. From this, one could see
how they had managed for more than ten years! Looking at the fragrant bowl of chicken on the table, Zhang Wen asked with some guilt, "
Xiao Dan, what did you eat for lunch?"
"Dried salted fish!"
Zhang Shaodan answered instinctively.
"Anything else?"
Zhang Wen pressed.
The little girl looked at Zhang Wen with the eyes of someone looking at an alien, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "What else?
Just corn porridge. Why are you asking such a strange question?"
"Oh, is this chicken home-raised?"
Zhang Wen's heart ached at his sister's innocent look.
"Where would we get a chicken? Mom bought it."
Xiao Dan said, tiptoeing to pick up a piece of chicken and secretly putting it in her mouth, eating it with relish
. Seeing Zhang Wen's stunned expression, she immediately said in a coquettish tone, "Don't say I stole it later, okay? I haven't eaten chicken for over
a year !"
Zhang Wen sat motionless, his face blank and expressionless. But his heart was churning with unbearable
sorrow, and tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't imagine how they had survived all those years—
such dilapidated house, such poverty. Was this what he wanted to see?
Looking closer at his younger sister, though pretty and cute, her skin had a sickly pallor from malnutrition,
and her small body was thin and frail. Her little hands looked as if they could snap at any moment. Remembering how he felt as a child,
being called a motherless wild child by his classmates, he couldn't fathom
the suffering she had endured in her childhood because she didn't have a father. Scenes from the moment he entered the house flashed through his mind, making his heart ache even more.
Zhang Shaodan was, after all, a kind child. Her hostility towards Zhang Wen was merely an outlet for her frustration at being mocked by her
classmates . Seeing her brother, a tall boy, silently weeping before her,
her heart softened for a moment. Gently leaning closer, she reached out her soft little hand and gently wiped away Zhang Wen's tears,
saying guiltily, "Don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you."
"Silly girl, how could your brother be angry with you!"
Zhang Wen felt slightly relieved; after all, his sister was just being childish and didn't mean him any
harm . He gently stroked her hair and said tenderly.
"Then won't you cry anymore?"
Zhang Shaodan said coquettishly.
"Okay, Xiaodan! Come sit here with me."
Zhang Wen patted his leg and said.
Xiaodan didn't hesitate at all and immediately sat on Zhang Wen's lap. She said sweetly, "Okay, as long as you
don't cry . By the way, can you tell me what it's like outside?"
Zhang Wen knew that this was a time when she was very curious, and he had no lustful thoughts whatsoever. Only tender
feelings . Naturally, he reached out and hugged his younger sister's soft waist, saying with a touch of longing, "The outside world
isn't as good as this! There are tall buildings, but no neighbors. There are houses, but no home."
The little girl didn't understand these words yet, and just thought for a while before saying disbelievingly, "
No , I've heard people say the outside world is great. There's lots of delicious food and lots of fun things to do! The schools are all
very tall and beautiful."
"Hehe, yes! But that's just the glamorous exterior."
Zhang Wen affectionately pinched his sister's little nose, earning her an eye roll before laughing loudly, "I
still think this is better, with you, with my sister, with Mom. This is my home!"
"What's so good about it? All you do is look at those bugs and pick wild vegetables on the mountain.
There's nothing ! And there's no good food either."
Xiao Dan said coquettishly, her pouting little face particularly delicate and adorable. If she weren't his own sister,
Zhang Wen really wanted to kiss her thin little lips.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Wen asked, "Xiao Dan, do you want to go to school and learn to read?"
"Yes!"
The little girl nodded excitedly, but then looked disappointed and said, "But there aren't any
teachers anymore. Where can I learn?"
Zhang Wen pointed proudly to himself, "Me, your handsome older brother! I just graduated from high school, teaching you should
n't be a problem, right?"
"Brother, you're already in high school."
Xiao Dan had already forgotten her previous reservations and called out naturally.
"Yes, my good little sister!"
Zhang Wen happily hugged her tighter. His sister's small body seemed so frail,
so in need of his care and protection.
"Who, who said I'm your sister!"
Xiao Dan said shyly.
"Alright, alright, you can be whatever you want!"
Zhang Wen didn't insist, smiling as he looked at her embarrassed expression. He lovingly stroked her
little face , which was smooth but pale, and said with heartache, "Brother will come down and buy you something delicious and new
clothes. I'll dress up our Xiaodan beautifully, and I'll make you the cutest little princess."
The little girl happily replied, "Okay, I want to be a little princess!"
But then she asked with some doubt, "Brother, are you leaving?"
Zhang Wen nodded seriously, "Yes, I have something to do!"
At this moment, Xiaodan's face showed a pleading or coquettish expression, and she pulled Zhang Wen's hand and shook it from side to side:
"Brother, don't go. Mom will be very sad if you do. At most, Xiaodan won't be angry with you or say bad things about you anymore."
Zhang Wen chuckled and pinched her cute cheek, "Silly girl, I'm just going out to take care of some things and
buy some things. I'll come back. I'll live here from now on, okay?"
"Okay!"
Xiaodan nodded happily.
Zhang Wen immediately seized the opportunity: "Who's going to wash my clothes if they get dirty?"
The little girl gave him a "you can't fool me" look: "You wash them yourself!"
Zhang Wen was amused by her serious expression, then said in a sad tone, "It's so sad,
I finally found a little sister. She's too lazy to wash my clothes, what can I do?"
"Hehe, just keep crying!"
The little girl said with a teasing look, "You cry all you want, I'll just watch the show. "
"Little sister, what are you doing sitting on your brother? You'll get his clothes dirty, get down!"
Zhang Shaolin came out carrying a bowl of vegetables. Seeing the brother and sister getting along so well
, she felt a surge of happiness. She was happy that her sister was being pampered. But seeing that Zhang Wen's clothes were very new, she couldn't help but
scold .
"It's okay! It's just a pair of shorts!"
Zhang Wen smiled protectively, feeling a warm glow in his heart as he watched his sister stick out her tongue at him
. But still no sign of their mother, and a sense of unease crept in. They couldn't help but ask, "Sister,
why isn't Mom coming out yet?"
"Mom's sorry!"
Zhang Shaolin smiled. Of the three, only Xiao Dan's face was free of tears.
"What's there to be sorry about? I'm the one who's nervous!"
Zhang Wen said honestly.
Zhang Shaolin then smiled and turned to call towards the small earthen house, "Mom, come out quickly! Xiao Wen says she misses you
."
Zhang Wen also looked over nervously. At that moment, Xiao Dan obediently jumped down from Zhang Wen's lap. They sat
silently to the side, all three looking towards the small earthen house. After a while, a small, secluded house slowly emerged.
A slender figure! She was acting all shy and awkward.
Zhang Wen, already incredibly nervous, was immediately stunned by what he saw, his gaze fixed on her.
A charming young woman emerged from the dilapidated hut, her long, black hair tied in a simple knot at the back of her head
—simple yet beautiful. Her delicate oval face was exceptionally captivating, her small, exquisite nose and rosy
lips moving as if telling a story. Especially striking were her large, watery eyes
, filled with deep emotion, and the lingering tears on her cheeks, making her even more alluring.
Looking further down, a pair of faded shorts on her didn't look shabby at all; instead, they possessed
a rustic beauty. Her slender, beautiful legs were particularly eye-catching in the twilight, her shapely hips and slender waist perfectly proportioned
. A pair of full, feminine breasts were encased in the loose fabric, making the hem
appear somewhat empty, arousing a desire to peek inside. Everything about her was so
perfect; just standing there, her mature and beautiful charm was captivating.
Chapter Two: Many Amusing Things About Bathing
"Xiao Wen, do you remember me?"
The young woman walked over shakily, tears streaming down her face. Her beautiful
face looked particularly pitiful, especially her slightly trembling lips as she spoke, as if telling of her
longing and excitement.
Zhang Wen's mind went blank; he couldn't believe that the stunning young woman before him was his mother.
Every move she made exuded captivating charm, and her voice made one's heart ache. Such
a beauty was rare, not only in the countryside but even in the city. If he wasn't mistaken, then
his had no taste.
"Xiao Wen, Mom is calling you!"
Seeing her brother's bewildered expression, Zhang Shaolin gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered a reminder.
Zhang Wen was still in a daze; the beautiful young woman before him looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. And
she was so beautiful and captivating, completely different from what he had imagined. Before coming, he had already
pictured : a middle-aged woman in her forties, dark-skinned and thin. Her hands
, marked by the hardships of life and the scars of time, should be large and dark. But this young woman
was so beautiful, with slender, elegant fingers—hands fit for playing the piano.
"Xiao Wen!"
The young woman walked up to Zhang Wen, tears still streaming down her face. Her tearful appearance was
particularly heartbreaking. Seeing her son lost in thought, she softly called out. Her gentle voice, though melodious,
was filled with deep affection at that moment.
Zhang Wen finally snapped out of his reverie, carefully looking at his biological mother, his heart pounding faster with each glance.
She so beautiful, her skin so white. If his sister hadn't been there to confirm it, Zhang Wen
would never have believed that this beauty was his biological mother. However, upon closer inspection, he noticed a resemblance between her
features and his own. Seeing the expectant look in her eyes, Zhang Wen slowly opened his mouth and
called out stiffly, "Mom, I'm back."
"My child, my child!"
The young woman could no longer suppress her excitement and the pain of longing. She hugged Zhang Wen tightly and wept bitterly.
"Mom, don't cry! I'm back now."
At this moment, Zhang Wen abandoned all lust, feeling only guilt and deep
self-reproach in the face of his mother's tears. As his mother hugged him, Zhang Wen noticed numerous small scars on her smooth neck and
barely visible cracks on her hands.
"Mom is so happy! My son is back! My son is so grown up!"
Chen Guixiang, unable to suppress the longing she had held for so many years, tightened her
grip on Zhang Wen, as if to release pent-up emotions. It was as if she feared that if she let go, her son would be gone.
"Mom, Xiao Wen!"
Zhang Shaolin, who had been watching for a while, also couldn't help but sob softly.
"Mom, don't cry! It's good that Brother is back."
Xiao Dan walked up to the two of them, comforting them in an innocent tone.
"It's okay, Mom is just happy!"
Chen Guihua cried so hard that her snot and tears soaked Zhang Wen's clothes, her little face flushed with excitement.
Looking at her obedient daughter and her son, who had grown up and was now a head taller than her, she felt a surge
of joy.
"Mom, I'm sorry!"
Zhang Wen didn't know that his mother had lived like this all these years, remaining a widow without remarrying, all for the sake of raising
these two sisters who were connected to him by blood. Seeing their tattered clothes and their impoverished lives, his
guilt deepened.
"Child, it's not your fault!"
Chen Guixiang smiled and wiped away her tears. "Sit down and eat, try Mom's cooking."
"Okay, okay!"
Zhang Wen was already sobbing uncontrollably, and the little girl, also affected by the three of them, choked back soft sobs.
"Come on, have a piece of chicken! Your sister said you've had a long day, you should eat something good."
Chen Guixiang's tearful smile revealed her happiness. After settling her son down on the stool,
she comforted her two daughters before placing a chicken leg on Zhang Wen's plate.
Looking at the glistening, meaty chicken leg in the bowl, Zhang Wen couldn't feel happy.
Life was so difficult for his family right now, and there wasn't a man around. Seeing the tears on his mother and daughters' faces, he lost all
appetite
"Brother, eat!"
The little girl gently wiped away her tears, looking at the chicken leg she had been longing for, and urged him, barely
suppressing her drool.
Zhang Wen finally snapped out of his reverie, pulling himself out of his melancholy and sadness. Looking at his mother's eager
eyes and his sister's sparkling eyes, he hesitated, picked up the chicken leg, and took a small bite
. Perhaps it was the tears, but the chicken leg tasted very salty, yet his heart felt sweet.
"Mom, it's delicious! Have a bite too."
Zhang Wen carefully bit into the chicken leg and then handed it to his mother.
"Good, good!"
Chen Guixiang was so excited she couldn't speak, repeatedly praising it before taking only a small bite.
Tears welled up in her eyes again: "It's so fragrant, it really is delicious."
"Here, sis! You try some too."
Zhang Wen smiled happily and then handed it to his sister.
Zhang Shaolin felt a warm feeling welling up inside her. After taking a small bite, she praised, "
It's delicious ."
Then she looked shyly at Zhang Wen.
"Brother, I want some too!"
In this particularly tender moment, Xiao Dan tugged at Zhang Wen's hand in a coquettish manner. She
said in a slightly anxious tone, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wen's hand.
"Little glutton!"
Zhang Wen scolded her affectionately, then handed her the chicken leg as well. Xiao Dan's eating manners were not as elegant as
her sister's and mother's. She eagerly opened her small mouth and took a big bite, the meat
almost stuck in her mouth, while she stared intently at the remaining half of the chicken in Zhang Wen's hand.
"Alright, alright, it's all yours!"
Zhang Wen couldn't stand her innocent yet pitiful look. He smiled gently and put the chicken leg in her bowl.
"Long live brother!"
Xiao Dan cheered happily, but her mouth was full of chicken meat, so her pronunciation was a little unclear, sounding somewhat
awkward .
"Little sister, your brother's been working hard all day! Why are you still eating?"
Chen Guixiang scolded him a little, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Brother!"
Xiao Dan looked at Zhang Wen with pleading eyes. Her sweet, cloying voice made one's bones melt.
Zhang Wen quickly defended her: "It's okay, Mom, I'm as strong as an ox! It's nothing, haha.
But Xiao Dan, she's developing now, she should eat more nutritious food!"
"You just spoil her!"
Chen Guixiang felt comforted to see the siblings so harmonious after their reunion. Her eldest daughter had just told her
the news of her husband's death, but since he left her, she had lost all hope and
felt no emotion. So she acted as if a stranger had died, only her heart trembled slightly but she didn't think much of it.
"By the way, Xiao Wen, you don't have any clean clothes yet! I'll buy some new fabric and make you a few tomorrow."
Zhang Shaolin felt a warmth in her heart, ever since her father passed away. Mom had always been quiet and reserved, busy
with daily life. Even when she had a moment to herself, she would talk about her younger brother who had been taken away. The family had
rarely been this happy!
"Okay!"
Although Zhang Wen thought buying her new clothes was easy and didn't want her to be so tired, looking at his sister's
kind eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse her kindness!
"Eat up, stop talking."
Chen Guixiang saw her eldest daughter and son talking, while her youngest daughter was wolfing down her food, half her
face greasy like a little kitten. She couldn't help but chuckle and said gently.
Her smile was more beautiful than anything in Zhang Wen's eyes, like a spring breeze in March, making him feel incredibly comfortable. Zhang Wen
was momentarily captivated, even thinking how wonderful it would be if this weren't his mother. But the
moment this thought crossed his mind, he was immediately startled. He was worse than an animal, having such inappropriate thoughts about his mother! Such
thoughts were unacceptable.
"Little brother, aren't you still studying in the city?"
Zhang Shaolin suddenly remembered this and asked nervously. Chen Guihua's heart skipped a beat,
and she stopped eating with her chopsticks.
"Oh, that! I've graduated from high school, but I regret not getting into university. There are some
troubles going on over there, so I'll go back for a few days. I'll come back after I've taken care of everything. I won't go anywhere else then
. It's better for our family to live a good life together."
Zhang Wen hurriedly said, seeing the dejected look in his mother's eyes. As for the
university acceptance letters at home, he'd burn them when he got back.
"Sigh, it's a pity you've studied so much! It's a bit of a waste for you to be here. If you could get into university, your
grandparents would be so happy in the afterlife. Our Zhang family could finally hold our heads high."
Chen Guixiang felt a weight lifted from her heart and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that her son
would leave her again, but now she felt relieved after hearing his words.
"Mom, all I want to do is serve you well,"
Zhang Wen said affectionately. "I just want my older sister and younger sister to have a good life. I don't want anything else right now!"
Chen Guihua was still deeply influenced by the traditional idea that a woman should follow her husband wherever he goes. She had long considered
herself a member of the Zhang family, even if her husband ran away. Her parents-in-law had treated her
well , and she couldn't let her son suffer such injustice. Thinking of this, she put down her chopsticks
and said with a serious expression, "Xiao Wen, you're not thinking like that. You're seventeen already. I was only fifteen when I married your father! You should
be looking around to see if there are any girls you like, so you can carry on the Zhang family line."
Zhang Wen was sweating bullets. Was seventeen considered old? There were plenty of twenty-seven-year-olds in the city who didn't want to get married.
But his mother didn't seem to be joking. Her heart was in turmoil. After thinking for a while, she said seriously, "Mom,
let's talk about this later, okay? Our family has just reunited, and I just want to spend quality time with you all! As for
marriage , I won't hide it from anyone I like."
"That's right!"
Zhang Shaolin chimed in from the side, "Mom has worked so hard for so many years. She'll be so
happy to hold her grandson. My sister and I are both daughters, so we'll be like water spilled from a cup. Mom will still have to rely on you to take care of her in her old age."
Zhang Wenxin was sweating bullets. She hadn't expected her seemingly gentle and quiet sister to be so traditional,
even a bit old-fashioned. But seeing how serious they both were, she thought it best to avoid the topic if possible. She scratched her head a little
embarrassedly and said, "I'm still young. How can I think about such things?"
"Brother, you're wrong! If the girls around here knew you were a high school student, they'd be fighting over you."
The little girl looked up while eating, swallowed her food with difficulty, and earnestly
advised him.
Zhang Wen felt like dying at this point. He'd barely been in the house, and they were already making arrangements for him.
He was both annoyed and amused: "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I've only been back for a day,
I don't you're all so anxious! If we get to know each other better, you'll probably arrange for me to have three or four wives!"
Unexpectedly, this joke seemed to elicit serious consideration from Chen Guixiang. After thinking for a while,
she muttered to herself , "Finding a few more doesn't seem bad."
Then she turned to Zhang Shaolin and asked, "Linzi, I remember Zhang Daqiang from Zhangjia Village married two wives, right?
I heard they're doing quite well, except for not being able to get marriage certificates!"
"It seems there is such a person."
Zhang Shaolin nodded seriously. "His family is well-off, so marrying two isn't too much."
"That's right, Xiaoxing has three mothers too!"
the little girl chimed in.
Zhang Wen was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that
there would be such a thing as having three wives and four concubines in this poor and remote place. He really couldn't understand how they lived, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Marrying two wives?
How can they do that?"
"I heard that Zhang Daqiang spent three thousand when he married his first wife, right? And
more than eight thousand when he married his second one."
Zhang Shaolin said to Chen Guixiang with some uncertainty.
"It's okay, I think he bought ten piglets for her family as a bride price. He bought a gold ring for his first wife
before she agreed to marry him."
Chen Guixiang nodded and said, "His family built a nice house. Last time, they rented Uncle Chen's boat to transport the red bricks and
cement, right? They were so proud of themselves back then."
Zhang Wen was stunned. No way! "If marrying a wife only costs this much, then I could marry a dozen!" Zhang Wen
fantasized endlessly. This strengthened his desire to return here, and he couldn't help but feel a little eager to try it out
.
As the discussion grew more heated, Zhang Wen quickly lowered his head to eat. His mother and sister chatted
and laughed, and although the beautiful women's laughter was captivating, the topic always revolved around carrying on the family line and
continuing the ancestral worship. This made Zhang Wen both yearn for it and curious! He had only watched movies before without
any real experience , and now he was starting to get restless.
"So full!"
Xiao Dan patted her greasy little belly with a satisfied sigh, her face covered in soup
and even a few pieces of vegetable, looking incredibly comical. This made the mother and daughter, still engaged in their lively discussion, laugh heartily
.
"The mosquitoes are coming down!"
Chen Guixiang glanced at the sky and said to Zhang Wen, "Xiao Wen, you should go inside first. The mosquitoes by the sea are venomous! You've never
experienced that before ."
"No need, I'll tidy up the table!"
Zhang Wen quickly got up to help, but his sister grabbed him and stopped him.
"Xiao Wen, just listen to me and go inside. How can these three girls let a man like you do this kind of work!"
Zhang Shaolin said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.
"Xiao Dan, you come inside with your brother. Light some incense. And bring that big jar out for your brother!"
Chen Guixiang said while tidying up the dishes, frowning at her daughter's dirty appearance. "
You need to wash yourself too!"
"Okay!"
The little girl playfully stuck out her tongue and made a face, then pulled Zhang Wen's hand with a smile. "Come on, let's take
a bath !"
A simple sentence suddenly took on a completely different meaning in Zhang Wen's wicked mind. "Let's take a bath,
give us back our water, the male is big and the female is tender, it's so intriguing!" Zhang Wen couldn't resist
the gentle , and followed her with surging emotions to a small hut that could barely be called a room, actually just a bamboo
shed covered with a layer of tattered cloth or straw.
"Brother, can I wash first?"
The little girl was only now starting to feel the grease on her body and was a little uncomfortable, seeing Zhang Wen still in a daze. She shook his
hand and said coquettishly!
"Okay, okay," Zhang Wen nodded instinctively and walked out. He had calmed down a bit earlier,
and after all, Xiao Dan was still his sister. When did he become so inhuman, actually
looking down at his sister's exposed skin and fantasizing? This was not good, really not good!
"Brother, can you get me my clothes?"
Before Zhang Wen could come back to his senses, his sister's sweet voice came from the small hut again. Just as
he turned his head, he suddenly felt two or three pieces of clothing being thrown out from the side. He picked them up and saw that they were his sister's clothes,
still faintly warm from her body. Just as his lust was rising, he noticed his sister's underwear. It looked like
it was made from adult clothes, with some frayed threads and tears. It wasn't just faded from washing, it was even a bit torn.
His mind went blank
again. Looking further, under the thatched shed, where there was little cover around the calves, he could see his sister's
delicate, slender legs moving about, incredibly alluring. The sound of rushing water made Zhang Wen realize that
the place covered by the wooden planks was probably a well. Thinking of his sister's tender body so close
, completely exposed, and how he could easily push her aside and cherish her, his lust flared up again.
Chen Guixiang came over after washing the dishes. Seeing her son standing outside the thatched shed in a daze, she asked in confusion
, "Xiao Wen, what are you doing standing here?"
"Nothing, Mom! Xiao Dan asked you to get her some clean clothes,"
Zhang Wen hurriedly replied. His mind had been in turmoil ever since he entered the house. Morality, taboos—
a whole host of words were making it hard to think!
"This child!"
Chen Guixiang scolded first. "I told her to bring you to wash, but she went ahead and washed herself. I'll tell her to go!"
"No need, I'll go get some clothes,"
Zhang Wen said, pulling his mother's hand.
"Okay, hurry up!"
Chen Guixiang said lovingly, not wanting him to stay any longer.
Seeing his mother running to the shed and nagging, Zhang Wen was afraid that if he stayed any longer he would see something he shouldn't and wouldn't even know how
he died. He quickly ran towards the house, plopped down on the kang (heated brick bed), and couldn't help
but slap his head. These thoughts wouldn't leave his mind. One moment it was his mother's handsome and mature
charm, the next it was his older sister's beautiful and quiet face. And then there were his younger sister's delicate little feet—all
intertwined making Zhang Wen unconsciously hard.
"Xiaowen, go wash up quickly!"
Just as Zhang Wen was struggling with his inner turmoil, Chen Guixiang pulled in her youngest daughter, who was only wrapped in a sheet and looked quite pleased
.
Zhang Wen glanced up and inwardly groaned. He had barely managed to regain some semblance of humanity, and now his little sister's
petite and adorable body was directly challenging his conscience. Her wet black hair, her cute
, aggrieved expression, her delicate body wrapped in a towel, and the white skin peeking out from her shoulders—every part of her exuded
a deep allure. This was practically killing him.
"Go wash up quickly, it'll get cold and harder to wash later,"
Chen Guixiang said, her heart pounding with anxiety at the sight of her son's pained expression. She quickly put her daughter's hand down...
She stepped forward and touched Zhang Wen's forehead. "Strange, you're alright! Xiao Wen, what's wrong?"
Zhang Wen's nose was almost bleeding. When his mother was standing, her chest reached right up to his head. With just
a slight lift of his eyelid, he could see that under her slightly worn gray blouse, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He could even
vaguely see the tiny cherry-like nipples on her soft breasts.
"It's nothing, I'm coming right now!"
Zhang Wen rushed into the house as if he were running away, and he rushed out as if he were running away. Sitting there, smelling his mother's fragrance and looking at his sister
's cuteness, this kind of temptation was irresistible to anyone.
After rushing into the small thatched shed, Zhang Wen felt his whole body burning hot. He took off his clothes
and threw them aside, quickly opened the well cover, and drew a bucket of ice-cold well water to pour over himself. The cold sensation
spread throughout his body, and the collision of hot and cold made him feel a jolt of energy, and he realized that his body temperature had dropped a little.
His mind, which had been filled with wicked thoughts, cleared up a little.
Dousing Zhang Wen with buckets of cold water cooled his feverish mind, which had been burning all day, but
a sense of unease crept into his heart. He had made such a confident promise during dinner, but could he truly adapt to this kind
of life? No computers, no bars, no dazzling lights and vibrant atmosphere. It was practically like going back to
the Stone Age!
Thinking it over further, if he were to spend the rest of his life in such a poor, desolate place, what could he possibly
do Fishing at sea was definitely out of the question; fishermen had spent their entire lives trying to make a living without ever becoming wealthy.
This area consisted of nothing but insects and overgrown hills; there seemed to be no other resources to exploit.
The thought gave Zhang Wen a headache. Although he had some money—a considerable
sum in this area—he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Since he had decided to stay, he had to find something to do to improve
his family's life. He also needed to live without much pressure, but that seemed incredibly difficult!
After thinking for a long time but still unable to come up with a solution, Zhang Wen habitually went to wash his hair. He looked
around but couldn't find shampoo, only a nearly empty bar of soap. The salty sea breeze made his scalp
itchy, feeling particularly uncomfortable!
"Xiao Wen, why didn't you take any clothes with you?"
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhang Shaolin, holding
a , said reproachfully.
"Sister, why are you in here!"
Zhang Wen hurriedly covered his private parts and turned away, somewhat embarrassed, looking at
his sister who seemed completely unconcerned.
"Oh, you little brat, you know how to be shy now. When you were little, your sister always washed you;
what part hasn't she seen?"
Chen Guixiang suddenly appeared from behind, smiling.
"Little what? I'm all grown up now!"
Zhang Wen said, his face flushed. What was all this nonsense? "Damn, I'm taking a shower and people are watching! I feel like
an animal !" Chen Guixiang, seemingly unashamed of her naked son, chuckled as she handed him shampoo, saying, "I got this from your bag. Your sister said people outside usually use this. I was worried you wouldn't be able to wash properly without it, so I brought it for you!" "Thank you, Mom!" Zhang Wen blushed and said, "You guys go out first, I'll be done washing in a bit." "This child, eldest sister! Let's go inside first." Chen Guixiang shook her head and pulled her eldest daughter, who was still smirking, away. Zhang Wen, somewhat amused and exasperated, quickly closed the small door, his heart pounding. This was the first time a woman had seen him naked, and he hadn't expected it to turn out like this. How disappointing! He slowly released his hand , staring at his penis, which was painfully hard. He couldn't help but think that this was a natural phenomenon, definitely not because he had any impure thoughts. That's what he thought, but Zhang Wen still felt his breathing becoming somewhat hot. Especially the way his mother casually glanced at his groin with amusement. Thinking about it made his anger rise again. He couldn't help but squeeze out some shampoo, reach out and grab his penis, and slowly began to move. With a low moan, Zhang Wen released all the pent-up desire he'd been holding back all day. After a few thrusts, looking at his manhood on the bamboo strip, he couldn't help but wonder when he could finally have a real, real encounter. He sighed and continued washing. Staring at his penis, which was only slightly above average, about 15cm long , he wondered when he could truly experience the taste of flesh. After quickly finishing washing, he stepped out of the small thatched hut and felt a gentle breeze. He felt a chill; it had been so hot during the day. The evening was so cool; the weather seemed quite nice. After calming down a , he went back inside. A lamp made of some kind of oil and a burner of incense were lit inside; the smell was quite pleasant. Compared to the swarms of mosquitoes outside, it was much quieter. "Mom, let's go take a shower too!" Zhang Shaolin said to Chen Guixiang after her younger brother finished showering. The mother and daughter often showered together, not to save water or anything. It was just that the family consisted mainly of women, and they usually showered at night, so showering together made them feel safer. "Xiaowen, you haven't touched anything else in your bag. You should tidy it up yourself, it's too messy!" Chen Guixiang said, then picked up a change of clothes and went out with her daughter. Zhang Wen then looked at his bag, which was indeed a bit messy! But he was too lazy to tidy it up. His younger sister was sitting at the kang table, enjoying her pudding. The chocolate box was long gone. There was hardly any pudding left either; it seemed they couldn't wait to enjoy it. "Brother, what's this bottle?" Xiao Dan suddenly picked up a bottle from under the table and asked. Zhang Wen was about to say, "You don't even know what shower gel is ?" But he stopped himself, realizing that the family didn't even have shampoo . "How could she use shower gel? Besides, my little sister can't read and wouldn't understand what's written on it. " Saying that was too hurtful. "It's for bathing, it makes your skin smell nice," Zhang Wen said earnestly. "Xiao Dan, what do you usually use to wash your hair?" "Rice water!" the little girl said innocently. "Oh!" Zhang Wen said, his heart aching even more. He took the shower gel and explained how to : "Xiao Dan, take this to your mother!"

The little girl seemed attracted by the unique scent of the shower gel, glancing at her scarf still wrapped around her. A little
embarrassed, she asked, "Brother, can I use it too?"
"Sure, my little sister will smell wonderful after you shower!"
Zhang Wen knew what she was thinking; she probably thought it was some rare treasure! His heart skipped a beat, and he
gently stroked her head.
"Okay, thank you, brother!"
The little girl cheered happily and ran out.
Sitting alone on the kang (heated brick bed), Zhang Wen was much calmer now, smoking and
looking the empty room and the dilapidated objects. He didn't know why, but he felt like crying. He carefully considered
the situation. If he took his mother and the others away from this wretched place, he definitely wouldn't be able to make a living with his meager savings
. The thought of spending his whole life in this place
made him feel mad. Just as Zhang Wen was feeling melancholy, he suddenly heard a strange,
sharp . It's chilling, especially the occasional gurgling sounds, which are
particularly terrifying.

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