Mountain Village Love

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Originating from Luerling outside the pass, the long Xiayun River, stretching for kilometers, makes a bend here from south to north, turning in a semi-circle before returning to the main channel. Embraced in the bend is Yangjiawa, a small village nestled in lush greenery. It is early spring, and the willows along the riverbank are sprouting new buds, each one a tender green that sways in the wind. Along the reed beds and field ridges, the wild grasses and flowers that have been dormant all winter are growing taller day by day under the nourishment of spring dew. Clusters of tender wild vegetables are pushing out of the thawed soil, stretching out their new green shoots. Even the long-silent lower canal seemed to be infected by the spring atmosphere, rushing and flowing happily towards the distance.
Last night, a thorough rain fell, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and moisture. In the morning, Yangshuwa was even more hazy in the lingering rain and mist, looking like a painting. The rooster had crowed three times, but Jiqing was still lying on the kang, even though he had been awake for a long time, he was still curled up around the edge of the kang. "Jiqing, get up quickly!" Big Foot called out again, carrying the pig feed bucket to the backyard. The chickens and ducks huddled together for food were startled by her hurried footsteps and scattered in all directions, chattering noisily. Big Foot was Jiqing's mother, named for her large, swift feet. Everyone in the village, young and old, called her that, and she responded readily. In addition, Big Foot was easygoing, kind, efficient, and never spoke a word without a smile, making her well-known in the village. On the contrary, Jiqing's father, Changgui, was a man who wouldn't say a word. He looked like a strong, burly man, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence. Calling him honest would be an exaggeration; he was really just a dullard. He was rarely seen talking to anyone. When there was a big or small matter, it was always Big Foot who took the lead, while he would squat to the side with his head down, puffing away on his pipe. Fortunately, Jiqing didn't take after his father. From a young age, he was a mischievous and clever boy, skilled at everything from climbing roofs and trees to fishing in the river. Even at a young age, he knew to prioritize loyalty. Whenever he got into a fight with Hebei'er's gang, he was always the first to rush over and the last to run back, suffering many losses for it but gaining a following among the village's youngsters. Jiqing also inherited the best features of both his parents: Da Jiao was handsome and fair-skinned, while Chang Gui was strong and robust. Coupled with his clever and obedient nature, everyone in the village, adults and children alike, adored him. Normally, Jiqing would be up early by now, and without being told by the adults, he would grab his willow basket and dash out. So many wild vegetables were sprouting in the field, so tender they were juicy and easy to pick. A handful would fill a whole field. They could be used to feed the pigs or for Mom to make pancakes with southern-style flour. The steaming hot pancakes, fresh from the pan and served with some salted fish, were so delicious they'd make your teeth ache. But today, Jiqing really didn't want to move. He lay there listlessly, his heart still pounding. He'd come home too late last night; his parents were already asleep in the east room. He groped his way into the west room, hastily lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), pulled the quilt over himself, and barely dared to breathe. What he'd just witnessed was so sudden and shocking. Even lying on the kang, with his eyes closed, the images flashed before his eyes like a painting, so vivid and clear that he felt dizzy. It was like suddenly discovering a carefully concealed secret, only to have it inadvertently revealed. His heart pounded with anxiety and fear, and he slept poorly all night, waking up early. Upon opening his eyes, he was suddenly reminded of the previous night, and Ji Qing was once again plunged into unease and another inexplicable emotion. His manhood began to throb painfully again.
"Damn it!" He didn't know why he was angry, but Ji Qing sighed in frustration.
It had gotten dark early the previous night, the sky filled with heavy, oppressive clouds that made it hard to breathe. The black dog at Suozhu's house on the main street had given birth to several puppies, each one round and incredibly cute. Ji Qing was eagerly anticipating one, as Suozhu's father had promised him one. So, whenever he had a spare moment, Ji Qing would rush to Suozhu's house to keep an eye on the litter, afraid they would be snatched up in the blink of an eye. It was said that the big black dog was a crossbreed of a police dog, and Suozhu's father had gone to great lengths to acquire it. Jiqing had been keeping a close eye on the puppies for a long time; he was determined to get one once they were born. He'd played at Suozhu's house until late yesterday, only reluctantly heading home when the distant rumble of thunder began. Before leaving, Jiqing reminded Suozhu to keep an eye on the puppies, and Suozhu patted his chest confidently, assuring him.
The rumble of thunder rolled in from afar, and flashes of lightning flickered behind the dark clouds, adding a golden edge to the night sky. Jiqing's house was on a back street; to get from Suozhu's, one had to pass through several rows of houses, with winding alleyways running through them. Jiqing didn't want to venture into the alleyways again; the sight of the dark entrances lying there so open made him tremble with fear. But seeing the rain about to pour down, he gritted his teeth and pushed his way in.
Without a glimmer of moonlight, Jiqing strained to make his way home, trudging along by the occasional flashes of lightning. The deep night in Yangshuwa was shrouded in a deathly stillness, broken only by the occasional bark of a dog, which quickly faded into silence. Only the increasingly heavy rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, each rumble sending shivers down Jiqing's spine, followed by a tense wait for the next clap.
Turning past the village granary ahead lay Jiqing's home, and he quickened his pace. Just around the corner of the barn, a sound suddenly came from a break in the thunder. Ji Qing's hair stood on end, and he instinctively stopped, trembling as he pressed himself tightly against the cold brick wall of the barn. His eyes darted around anxiously. It was a human voice, drifting over stealthily, rustling and indistinct.
Ji Qing's ears perked up, trying hard to pinpoint the source of the sound. His heart pounded even harder, and his hands, gripping the wall behind him, trembled uncontrollably. Was it a ghost? The thought almost made Ji Qing wet himself.
The sound continued to come and go. Ji Qing realized it was two people talking, and his heart calmed down slightly. Ghosts don't speak; they just grab a child by the neck and snap their jaws shut, leaving the child speechless. That's what Grandma Zhao from the front yard had told them. Grandma Zhao always told them ghost stories, which they listened to with furrowed brows and barely daring to breathe, yet they listened with rapt attention.
Ji Qing finally found the source of the sound: inside the barn behind him. Ji Qing glanced sideways at the dark window above the barn, but it was pitch black, not a ray of light could be out. Who could be there?
Ji Qing remembered the story his teacher told about Liu Wenxue, the little hero who bravely caught a thief stealing from the commune and became a nationally renowned child hero. He had always hoped to become a hero like that, standing on a stage wearing a big red flower, receiving envious glances from classmates and praise from teachers, but he never had the chance. Where were there any bad guys now? Even if there were, he wouldn't encounter them, and even if he did, a teenager like him probably couldn't beat them. What if he didn't become a hero but got killed by the bad guys, like Liu Wenxue? That wouldn't be worth it. Thinking this, Ji Qing almost took off running, but curiosity made him hesitate. "Fine, I won't catch them then. I can at least see who it is, right? Tomorrow I can report to the village chief. If the village chief is happy, he definitely won't chase them all over the street next time they steal dates from his house." Ji Qing couldn't resist his eagerness and was no longer afraid. His courage seemed to have suddenly grown, like a pig's bladder inflated by a breath. The storeroom door was tightly closed. Ji Qing quietly pushed it, but it wouldn't budge. He went to the back. He knew there was a broken window there, which had been accidentally shattered a few days ago when he was testing his new slingshot. The broken glass had scattered all over the floor, scaring them so much that they hadn't dared to pass by there for days.
Ji Qing pushed and pulled a stone, then groped for some bricks in the dark to place on it. He then stood on the wall, leaned against the windowsill, and craned his neck to peer into the dark storeroom through the broken window. He couldn't see anything. Bundles of reed mats were piled up in the storeroom, stacked high and low, completely blocking Ji Qing's view. The sound came from behind the stack of reed mats. Jiqing could vaguely hear it but couldn't see anything. Frustrated, he scratched his head in frustration. Finally, he quietly unlatched the window latch and slipped inside.
The soft reed mat beneath him made him feel like he was crawling on a spring. Fortunately, Jiqing often stole ripe fruits and vegetables from the fields, so his basic skills were solid. He moved slowly and silently on the mat.
The voices gradually became clearer, and Ji Qing could clearly distinguish a man and a woman. Ji Qing held his breath, as if afraid that even his own heartbeat would be heard. He heard the woman mutter, "Why is there a wind?"
A male voice said, "Never mind, hurry up." The voice sounded somewhat familiar, and Ji Qing couldn't help but slowly crawl forward a little more, craning his neck to look down along the jagged edge of the reed mat stack beneath him. He wanted to see what the two people were doing.
Finally, he saw them, but all he could vaguely make out were two dark figures entangled together, with something white flickering indistinctly. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed diagonally, followed by a thunderclap. In the flash, Ji Qing clearly saw two half-naked bodies. Ji Qing was startled.
Both of them hadn't taken off their shirts but their legs were bare. The man's pants were pulled down to his ankles, while the woman's pants were hanging on the nearby mat stack. The white things Ji Qing had seen earlier must have been the woman's two pale thighs, raised high. The lightning flashed quickly, and Jiqing only caught a glimpse of the scene: two figures and two heads almost overlapping. Then darkness enveloped them again, leaving only whispers and another sound that puzzled Jiqing. He could make out the man's heavy breathing, but the woman's voice left him completely bewildered. It was a sound of deep pain, a series of moans and soft groans. Jiqing remembered his mother's stomach aches; she had been clutching her stomach and groaning against the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) for a long time. Was this woman in the same pain as his mother? Jiqing didn't know, but something felt off. The strange thing was that even in such pain, the woman was clearly urging the man on.
"Hurry up, push harder," the woman whispered.
The more Jiqing listened, the more confused he became, and the more confused he became, the more he wanted to see clearly. He leaned forward, his eyes glued to the two still entangled below. Perhaps his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, Jiqing slowly began to see things more clearly, albeit vaguely. In the darkness, the man was moving back and forth between the woman's parted thighs, his head lowered to her chest. In the dim light of the lightning, Jiqing saw that the woman's top had also been lifted up, revealing a pair of large breasts. The man held one breast with one hand, while sucking on the other. The woman sat on a pile of rice sacks, her hands supporting her behind her, her legs wrapped around the man's waist, shifting back and forth, moaning for him to suckle more gently, saying her nipples hurt. The man mumbled an agreement, his mouth still holding the nipple, but his movements became faster and faster. Suddenly, he stopped moving, letting out a muffled groan. The woman couldn't help but push the man away, saying, "I told you not to let go yet, there's more to play with later."
The man chuckled, stopped, stepped back, grabbed something, wiped it on the woman's lower body a few times, then lowered his head again, burying it between the woman's parted white legs, his head bobbing up and down. The woman suddenly leaned back and cried out. She spread her legs further, moving forward, humming, "I love it like this, it's so itchy, I've had it for days, kiss me nicely." The man buried his head and worked hard for a while, probably holding his breath, then straightened up, panting heavily. The woman nimbly jumped down, grabbing the man's dark genitals: "I'll suck it for a while, don't put it in my mouth." She opened her mouth and took something in, and the man froze as if electrocuted. Looking down, Ji Qing saw the woman rubbing her breast with one hand and holding it with the other, swallowing and spitting. Ji Qing finally understood what they were doing. They were having an affair! Ji Qing was certain of his point. Although he didn't know exactly what "having an affair" meant, he'd heard adults say that if a married couple was being intimate, they were having an affair. These two were definitely not a couple; if they were, they'd be at home already.
Even though he was only a teenager, Ji Qing was quite perceptive. Understanding what was happening, Ji Qing couldn't help but become intrigued. He'd never seen an affair before, and he was determined to see it for himself. His heart was pounding, and he felt an overwhelming excitement. The two were still at it. A short while later, he heard the man call out, "Slow down, slow down, I'm about to come!" The woman paused, spat out, but her hand continued to caress that area. After a while, she started sucking on that thing again. A flash of insight revealed that the thing in the woman's mouth was swollen and thick—it was clearly the man's genitals.
"Alright, come in quickly, it's itchy down there." The woman turned her back, her hands supporting the rice bag, her round buttocks sticking out, her face tilted back with her eyes closed.
This time, Jiqing saw the woman clearly—it was Aunt Qiao from the next courtyard! Jiqing couldn't help but rub his eyes. Yes, it was indeed Aunt Qiao!
Damn it, Aunt Qiao was having an affair! Jiqing was shocked and uneasy. Aunt Qiao's house was separated from Erdan's house by a wall. She and Dajiao were as close as sisters, visiting each other every day, practically wanting to tear down the wall and become one family. Aunt Qiao's family had no sons, only two daughters, named Daqiao and Erqiao. According to her mother, Aunt Qiao and her husband had been trying hard to have a son, but her husband suddenly contracted an illness and died not long after, leaving behind a widow and her children, a truly pitiful situation. From then on, Aunt Qiao adored Ji Qing. Er Qiao was about the same age as Ji Qing, and Da Jiao and Aunt Qiao often jokingly tried to match them up, arranging a marriage between them. Ji Qing, however, utterly disliked Er Qiao, seeing her as a skinny, blond-haired girl, while finding Da Qiao, who was a few years older, completely pleasing to the eye. Aunt Qiao was a well-known pretty wife in the surrounding villages; her mother always said that Da Qiao was a spitting image of Aunt Qiao when she was a young girl—same eyebrows, same figure.
Da Qiao, however, was aloof, always holding her head high, always giving them a disdainful look, looking down on these half-grown boys. "
Next time you try to mess with us," she'd say, "I'll have something to say." Ji Qing snorted, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Down below, Aunt Qiao and the man were still at it. Occasionally, Aunt Qiao would open her eyes, which seemed to shine through the dark storeroom. Ji Qing also saw who the man was—Uncle Bao, the village accountant. Ji Qing suddenly felt cheated, a strange feeling creeping into his heart. These people, so respectable in public, always lecturing him, were all bad news behind his back. Especially Aunt Qiao—such a good person! Besides his mother, Aunt Qiao was the only one who was truly kind to him. He never imagined she was a slut, and so promiscuous at that.
"Hurry, hurry..." Aunt Qiao's urgent voice rang in his ears again. Ji Qing peeked down and saw Uncle Bao thrusting behind Aunt Qiao. Aunt Qiao was bracing herself against the stack of reed mats in front of her, arching her buttocks as Uncle Bao pushed her body up and down, causing the bundles of reed mats beneath Ji Qing to sway.
The rain outside was pouring down, and the sounds of the two men grew louder under the cover of the rain. Uncle Bao was panting heavily, while Aunt Qiao's moans were more rhythmic, joyful and wanton.
"It's been days since I've had any, today feels so good," Aunt Qiao said happily. "Your stuff is the best, so hot and burning."
Uncle Bao said proudly, "Looks like this is the real deal, much better than your wooden peg."
"With this, who needs that thing? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get it done." Aunt Qiao arched her plump buttocks back again, humming. Uncle Bao then put in more effort, thrusting forward with all his might, making a slapping sound.
Aunt Qiao became increasingly pleasured, murmuring, "That rascal is getting better and better, and lasts longer too."
"I'm holding back, not enough."
"We're not enough either... we just want to hold you tight..."
"Then hold on, just don't hurt yourself."
"I'll hurt you... I'll kill you..." Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Qiao suddenly shouted loudly, "Yes, yes, just like that... harder, harder... It's coming." Jiqing
listened, puzzled, wondering what was happening, and watched intently. Aunt Qiao, as if possessed, leaned against the pile of mats, her hair disheveled, swaying from side to side. Her body seemed unable to bear the strain and collapsed, leaving only her buttocks sticking up high, held firmly by Uncle Bao. Uncle Bao, however, seemed to be in deep meditation, letting out a long sigh, and every now and then he would thrust forward. Each thrust caused Aunt Qiao to let out a heart-wrenching scream, sounding agonizing, but Jiqing, watching, felt that Aunt Qiao was experiencing unparalleled pleasure.
"Having an affair is really troublesome. Aunt Qiao even said it felt good, but the moans were so creepy." Ji Qing really didn't understand these messy things. Suddenly, he realized that his little bird had swelled up at some point, hard and pressing against his body, causing him indescribable discomfort.
Chapter Two:
A gentle breeze of early spring blew by, carrying the pleasant scent of grass. The yard was very refreshing. The reeds that had been split yesterday were damp and tied into bundles. Da Jiao sat in the middle of the yard, her fingers twirling the smooth, slender reeds. The reeds were thin and delicate, bouncing in her arms. No one knew exactly how many reed beds there were along the lower canal. They only knew that the reed beds stretched as far as the eye could see along both banks of the canal, so dense that not a breath of wind could pass through. Every year when the reed flowers flew and the reed leaves turned yellow, all the laborers in Yangjiawa were mobilized to harvest the reeds in large quantities, stacking them up to form a Great Wall of reeds on the threshing ground in front of the village. The remaining days were the busiest time for the women. Every household began making reed mats, and by the time of Xiaoman and Mangzhong, the water in the canal would slowly rise, and countless boats would come to transport the mountains of reed mats away.
Big Foot's fingers moved swiftly and skillfully, weaving the mats. Soon, a large pile of mats was laid out beneath her. She looked around at the finished mats, adjusted them, and then wiped the sweat from her brow with satisfaction, letting out a long sigh.
She had been quite angry with Jiqing earlier, and her chest still felt tight. Seeing the sun high in the sky, and this brat still lying on the kang (heated brick bed), about to be late for school, Big Foot finally couldn't hold back and yelled at him. She pulled the quilt tightly wrapped around Jiqing and gave him a few hard slaps on the bottom. Jiqing jumped up, standing on the kang, several heads taller than Big Foot. Big Foot jumped back onto the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed a broom handle, and chased after him, hitting Ji Qing with it. Ji Qing jumped and dodged. Suddenly, Big Foot noticed a tall tent bulging in the middle of Ji Qing's baggy trousers, just like Ji Qing
himself, stubbornly standing there. Big Foot suddenly couldn't bring herself to hit him. She threw down the broom in frustration and angrily shooed Ji Qing off the kang. "The little rascal has grown up." Big Foot remembered how Ji Qing had been hopping around on the kang like a sparrow, and she chuckled again.
"What are you laughing about so early in the morning?" A silvery voice rang out, and Big Foot knew without looking up that it was Aunt Qiao.
"What's it to you why I'm so happy?" Big Foot, beaming, deftly began to pull out the reeds again. Aunt Qiao came over and plopped down on the woven mat, laughing and saying, "Qing'er's father took good care of you last night, didn't he? Look at how pleased you are with yourself."
Big Foot curled his lip in disdain and didn't say anything.
Aunt Qiao, however, perked up and leaned closer, saying, "Did I guess right? Hehe, tell me, what happened?"
"What happened? You get all excited about this." Big Foot shifted back, giving Aunt Qiao a sidelong glance. Aunt Qiao pouted in disappointment, "You're such a jerk, telling you won't kill you." Suddenly remembering something, she leaned close to Big Foot's ear, "I heard there's a doctor in Hebei who can cure that 'one-door spirit,' why don't you go see him?" Big Foot remained unmoved, just keeping her head down and continuing with her work. After a while, she sighed, "What's the point of curing him? It's useless. I don't want to think about it anymore."
Aunt Qiao was even more anxious than her, "Don't! We can't just let it end like this. Besides, don't you always want to have another one?" Saying this, she also sighed, "Look at Qing'er all alone, what a burden she has." Big Foot fell silent, her head drooping even lower, her body shriveling up like a clump of grass withered by the sun, completely devoid of its usual lively appearance.
Seeing Big Foot's dejected state, Aunt Qiao felt a pang of pain in her heart, and sighed deeply, "Alas, look at how miserable this life is, it's desolate, even worse than mine." As she spoke, she thought of herself, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Aunt Qiao and Big Foot's friendship was long-standing, like that of Qiao'er's deceased father and Big Foot's husband, Chang Gui—a childhood bond. Aunt Qiao had married into Yangjiawa a few years earlier than Big Foot, and after marriage, they separated from the family and lived independently. The following year, she gave birth to Big Qiao. At that time, Changgui was still a bachelor, and he and Qiao'er's father were so close they were practically inseparable. Changgui would visit Qiao'er's father every day, and the two brothers would often have a few drinks together. Sometimes, when they were in high spirits, Changgui would jokingly ask his sister-in-law to find him a wife. It was meant as a joke, but Aunt Qiao took it to heart, remembering her close friend from her village, Dajiao. Back then, Dajiao wasn't called Dajiao; she had a lovely name, Xiuzhi. After they finished their business under the cover of darkness, Aunt Qiao told Qiao'er's father her idea, and he nodded repeatedly in agreement. Qiao'er's father had met Xiuzhi; she looked just like Qiao'er's mother, fair-skinned and strikingly beautiful. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a good temperament. Unlike Qiao'er's mother, who was fiery, she was generous and gentle—a perfect match for Changgui.
The next day, Qiao'er's father urged Qiao'er's mother to return to her parents' home, his eagerness almost like he was looking for a concubine. Qiao'er's mother went back to her parents' home and brought up the matter with Xiuzhi. Xiuzhi, usually outgoing, blushed and remained silent. Without a word, Qiao'er's mother dragged her back to Yangjiawa and had Qiao'er's father call Changgui home. Changgui was simple-minded; he only talked to Qiao'er's father, and was a complete taciturn man around the villagers, let alone strangers. Upon entering, he immediately took a liking to Xiuzhi, but could only chuckle foolishly, unable to utter a single coherent sentence. This infuriated Qiao'er's mother, who secretly kicked him several times. Xiuzhi wasn't initially fond of Changgui, but she couldn't resist Qiao'er's mother's smooth talk, and gradually found Changgui's simple-mindedness somewhat endearing. He was also strong and capable, excellent at farm work and fishing, a reliable man for a family. After some back and forth, she agreed to the marriage.
The house next to Qiao'er's was built long ago, with the same red bricks and blue tiles, and on an auspicious day, Xiuzhi was married into the family with great fanfare. Xiuzhi was also fertile; after ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a big, healthy boy the following year, making Changgui so happy he almost jumped on the roof. Not long after, Qiao'er's mother in the same courtyard also gave birth to her second child, but unfortunately, it was another girl. Qiao'er's father was quite annoyed by the sight of a girl, but dared not say anything. Although they were neither rich nor poor, both families lived a prosperous life, each year bringing new joys and changes.
But fate was unkind; misfortune struck one after another, leaving everyone in a daze, unable to believe it. First, Qiao'er's father inexplicably felt a tightness in his chest and collapsed in the field while working. They rushed him to the county hospital with a cart, but he died before even reaching the ward, leaving Qiao'er's mother unconscious. The doctor said it was a heart problem he had from birth, discovered too late. It was a pity; this man, not even thirty, was gone. Qiao'er's aunt was left to raise her two daughters, and it seemed they couldn't make ends meet. Fortunately, with the help of Changgui and Dajiao, Qiao'er's aunt gritted her teeth and persevered. Remembering Qiao'er's father's kindness, she swallowed all her suffering without ever considering taking another step forward.
For this, Dajiao and Changgui deeply admired Qiao'er. Just as
things were settling down with Qiao'er's aunt, Dajiao's situation took another turn for the worse. The incident was quite bizarre. Changgui was harnessing the livestock to the cart, but that day, for some reason, the blue mule was stubborn and wouldn't move no matter how he tried to pull it. Enraged, Changgui swung his whip and lashed the mule's rump. The mule, enraged by the whip, kicked out with its hind legs, striking Changgui squarely in the groin, causing it to swell immediately. Dajiao, terrified, frantically helped Changgui to bed and applied a hot towel to the swelling. After a few days, the swelling subsided, and seeing the area looking much better, they were relieved, thinking it was all over. The couple excitedly prepared to get back to work. But then they discovered that no matter how hard Changgui tried, his penis wouldn't get erect. Dajiao even used her mouth, but it remained limp and lifeless. Changgui was so heartbroken he felt like dying, and Dajiao was also devastated, but she forced herself to put on a brave face and say comforting words to Changgui. Later, the two of them tried many more times, trying every possible method, but to no avail. They even secretly went to the hospital, searched for countless folk remedies, brewed them into medicinal soups and drank them like water, but to no avail, and finally gave up hope.
From then on, Changgui became even more depressed, his face always ashen, and he withered away. Dajiao, however, seemed unaffected, serving Changgui even more tenderly each day, though she felt as if something had been ripped out of her heart. At first, Aunt Qiao didn't know anything about this; Changgui was a proud man, and Dajiao was too embarrassed to tell anyone about what happened on the bed. Fortunately, Aunt Qiao was observant and noticed that the couple had been acting strangely lately, so she pulled Dajiao aside and asked her. Dajiao couldn't resist and finally poured out her heart, revealing the whole story to Aunt Qiao. Feeling a deep sense of sympathy, the two women hugged and cried together. In truth, Aunt Qiao understood Dajiao's suffering better than anyone else. Dajiao was even worse off than herself; at least she had completely given up on her feelings, but Dajiao had a man sleeping next to her. Having a warm body but being unable to do anything with it only made the pain worse.
Despite the pain, life had to go on. Watching Jiqing grow stronger day by day, becoming as robust as a young calf, Dajiao was delighted and suppressed her desires. Fortunately, Changgui wasn't entirely useless; if that thing didn't work, there were other alternatives, though far inferior, but better than nothing. She'd make do. It was just a bit unsatisfying, often hanging in mid-air, feeling anxious and restless. However, Dajiao noticed that Aunt Qiao seemed increasingly active and radiant; her face, though in her thirties, was glowing with oil, and her movements had regained their former vigor, which puzzled her. Until one day, she accidentally stumbled upon Aunt Qiao and Baolai's scandalous affair, and only then did she realize that this young woman had been secretly having an affair.
That day, she had come to the courtyard to borrow a basket to sift rice. Both Daqiao and Erqiao were at school, and the courtyard was quiet. Usually, Dajiao would call out before entering, but her throat was throbbing from the heat, so she simply pushed open the door and went inside. As soon as Da Jiao entered the main room, she sensed something was wrong. There were rustling noises coming from the side room, along with Aunt Qiao's giggling laughter. Da Jiao found it strange; the laughter was particularly lewd. She hadn't heard Aunt Qiao's tune in years, so she quickly lifted the curtain and entered the room.
As soon as she entered, she blushed deeply. The two people on the kang (a heated brick bed) were still naked, piled on top of each other. Aunt Qiao was on top, her plump, white buttocks arching back and forth. The man's lean body was sprawled out on the kang, his arms held down by Aunt Qiao, chuckling and talking. His dark, thick member stood erect in a shocking sight, swaying rhythmically as it was rubbed against Aunt Qiao's buttocks, making Da Jiao dizzy. Big Foot was startled by the sudden scene. She instinctively cried out, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. She turned and retreated, panting in the main room, clutching her chest. The two people on the kang (heated brick bed) were also startled, separating instantly as if in shock. Aunt Qiao asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?" After a long silence, she quickly got off the kang, grabbed a jacket, and huddled by the door, shivering as she peered through the curtain. Only then did she see Big Foot in the main room, still rubbing her chest, clearly shaken. Aunt Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, calming her panicked heart. She lifted the curtain and shuffled out, her face stiff as she glared at Big Foot. "You slut, still laughing? You have no shame!" Big Foot glared at Aunt Qiao fiercely and spat. Aunt Qiao lowered her head and didn't dare to speak. Her hands nervously buttoned her shirt. After a long while, she murmured, "Is something wrong?" Da Jiao's heart, which had been pounding wildly, finally calmed down. He glared at Aunt Qiao and said, "Give me the basket."

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