Humanity Beauty

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Because of my poor family background, I was sent to the countryside with my parents when I was very young. My parents shed many tears at the time. However, being a naive child, I was quite naive and had a strong sense of responsibility. We were just beginning to understand the
hardships of rural life. For example, our accommodation was terrible. We were new to the area and had no place to live. A farmer took us in. His family had three rooms, with a central entrance leading to
a large kitchen. There was a stove and a door on each side. The doors to the east and west rooms faced each other. They lived in the east room, and we lived in the west room. If they didn't close
the inner door, I could see everything inside their house.
What made me happiest was that they had three girls, all of whom were exceptionally beautiful. Two were older than me, and one was younger. In my mind,
rural children should be disheveled, wearing tattered blue clothes, with dark skin, yellow teeth, and many freckles on their faces. But this peasant family was
an exception; both the adults and children were exceptionally beautiful and clean.
Before, when I played with ordinary little girls, I was always very carefree, laughing and joking, not caring about anything. But now, I don't know
why, when I see these three exceptionally beautiful rural girls, I don't dare approach them. I like them and really want to be with them, but as soon as I see their
pretty faces, I get nervous, my heart races, and I keep avoiding them, yet I can't help but secretly watch them.
If the older girl hadn't invited me to play with them, I really don't know when I would have been able to join them. After playing together once, I
became very relaxed. Whenever I had free time, I would sneak into their house and play cards, pocket aces, and blind man's bluff with them.
Of course, I also often helped the three of them with chores, such as "hulling corn," "making bean paste," and "making dumplings." The three girls
listened
intently, their three beautiful eyes fixed on me, and I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. I felt that I could spend every day with these three...
Perhaps because there were no boys in their family, the whole family treated me especially well. I could feel that I was a very popular person. However, there was another more important reason why
their whole family liked me so much, and that was because... Both families were from landlord backgrounds.
In the class-based society of that time, children from landlord families faced discrimination. The children of poor peasants often called us "landlord's sons," "stinking landlords,
" and "big landlords ." Our young minds couldn't withstand such political attacks and pressure, so the children from both families rarely went out to play with other children in the village.
Perhaps it was fate that brought me together with these three girls, or perhaps it was a sign from heaven, but in a very short time, I completely integrated myself into their group, becoming
very close to them. The three girls often praised my looks, saying I was very likable, and that city children were "sparkling,"
and also said... I'm skillful and quick-witted.
I even said things like, "If the adults are good-looking, the children will be good-looking too." Of course, I'm also good at flattery. I told the three sisters, "Your family, both adults and children, are
good-looking. You don't look like country people at all. You three sisters are prettier than the girls in our city." The eldest
sister hurriedly asked me, "Is what you're saying true?"
I earnestly replied, "It's true! If you don't believe me, go ask my dad and mom. They said the same thing. You don't look like
country people at all. Your beauty is a trait inherited from your landlord family.
" The eldest sister was furious upon hearing this, and then she looked at me with a puzzled expression. I put my arms around her neck. I pressed my cheek against hers. Actually, I
meant it sincerely; I think she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her posture is exceptionally straight, and her curves are incredibly beautiful. She often likes to wear
suspenders blue overalls, with a snow-white shirt underneath—it looks impeccably neat
. Sometimes, when I happen to be at her family's house for a meal, her parents will let me sit at the table and eat with them. We eat and chat, and that's when
the shape of her buttocks really comes into play. Round, full, with a smooth outline, exceptionally beautiful. When she straightens her back and puffs out her chest,
two round mounds appear in her breasts—that's a characteristic of girls just starting to develop, I suppose. My eldest sister also has a round face, and she likes to wear two pigtails on her head. She has a pair of
big, dark eyes and two curved eyebrows of moderate thickness. Seeing me staring intently at her, she kissed me on the cheek again, then laughed and said, "Silly boy,
pretty girls chattering, playing, and working together—it's always so warm, so joyful, so indescribably happy."
Staring intently at someone, a cunning person spies on someone…
My younger sister also says she likes to play with me, and if I don't come for a day, she'll clamor to find me, her brother. Hearing her call, I immediately feel
sweet and happy.
Sometimes, when I'm sleepy from playing at night, they let me sleep at their house. My sister kept pushing open the door and calling into our house: "Uncle, Aunt, you can
sleep here , he won't go anywhere. He'll sleep here." My parents quickly turned off the light.
Sleeping in the countryside is interesting; regardless of age or gender, the whole family of five or six squeezes together on a large kang (heated brick bed). They assigned me a
fixed spot, the "end of the kang." In the countryside, the side closer to the kitchen stove is called the "head of the kang," and the side further from the kitchen and closer to the chimney is called the "
end of the kang."
Rural people eat three meals a day, plus heating food for the pigs and dogs, or boiling water and roasting melon seeds, so the head
of the kang is always hot, and quite a lot. The heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) was reserved for the adults, because they were extremely tired after a day's work in the production team and always wanted to sleep on it at night to "relieve fatigue."
Perhaps adults in the countryside simply prefer sleeping on heated kangs.
They even praised my parents in front of me, saying they were good-looking, and that my mother and father looked like movie actors.
The youngest child slept next to the adults, making it easier to take care of them at night. Then, gradually, my second and eldest sisters slept next to them.
"If you need to pee, just nudge me and I'll wake up."
In rural families, even pooping and peeing at night is quite interesting. If it's not poop, you put on your clothes and go outside to the "house hill" to relieve yourself. However,
it was customary to keep a chamber pot in the floor of the house at night. The person urinating there didn't need to wear clothes, only a vest and a diaper.
If it was a woman urinating, she would get up from the floor, go to the chamber pot, remove her diaper, expose her buttocks, bend down, squat on the chamber pot, and urinate. After
urinating, she would lift her buttocks up and down (a few times), presumably to shake off any remaining urine from her urethra to prevent it from wetting her pants. Then she would stand up,
put her diaper back on, and return to the bed to continue sleeping.
Men didn't squat down to urinate, nor did they remove their diapers. They simply stood next to the chamber pot, pulled out their genitals from under their shorts.
He would squeeze the urine in his hand, aim it at the urinal opening, and urinate. The stream of urine would always draw an arc, shooting precisely into the urinal. Sometimes the urine was yellow, sometimes
white.
The man in that family urinated with great force, each time he went to the ground to urinate, he would make the urinal sound, a "buzzing" sound. The stream of urine was very concentrated. Whenever he went to the ground to urinate, the woman would always mutter a sentence: "Be careful, don't spray it all over the
place . I won't allow any of that. It's all pee."
It had become a fixed sleeping pattern, and I could never sleep in the middle. My older sister would say, "You can sleep next to me at the end of the kang. I'll take care of you tonight."
The man pretended not to hear anything, and after urinating, he would shake the urinal in his hand, then put it back into the urinal, go back to
the kang and continue sleeping.
He rarely defecated; he usually "cleaned up" before going to bed, unless he had an upset stomach. If they needed to urinate, both men and women did so inside the house. The
woman's urination sound was very scattered, like splashing water. She quickly got off the bed, went to the chamber pot, took off her diaper, exposing her buttocks, and then...
Because my older sister wore overalls, whenever she bent over, her diaper would tighten around her buttocks, creating a groove in the center.
Although I was very young at the time, I was skillful and quick-witted. While helping them with their work, I told her stories I'd heard from my great-grandfather. She
squatted on the chamber pot, and with a whoosh, it was over. Quick and easy.

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