Mother-in-law is as beautiful as a flower

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————Text Begins———— 〖00〗 A warm night. Flowers are blooming quietly outside the villa. What flowers? Damn! How should I know? You're here to study flowers? Just remember, outside my villa, at night, there are flowers blooming, that's okay. 〖01〗 My mother-in-law is as beautiful as her name. I don't intend to write her surname, nor do I intend to describe her appearance, because she now belongs only to me. She has suffered enough. I don't want her to be hurt anymore. 〖02〗 Midday, blazing sun. Several children are laughing and playing outside. I stand by the window, looking out. Outside the French windows, butterflies flutter and flowers bloom. At the villa entrance, along the flower-shaded path, Chou Chou occasionally speeds past on his bicycle. He rides that little bicycle, round and round, looking like he has inexhaustible energy. He deliberately slows down and turns exaggeratedly, imitating the roar of an F-1. Two soft arms hug me from behind. A warm, soft face gently brushed against my back. Without turning around, I knew it was Ru Hua—there was no one else in the villa. We'd hired a nanny, but she was too talkative, more talkative than the three of us combined. I really didn't like it, so I fired her. I'd rather suffer myself than have undisturbed privacy. Because this isn't a normal family. 〖03〗 I heard Ru Hua's usual soft, sweet voice: "Let's make dumplings this afternoon." I said, "Okay. Oh, you're out of chives?" She said, "Yeah. I'll go buy some." Ru Hua left. I returned to my desk and continued working on stocks on my laptop. Outside, F-1 was still running laps, making quite a racket. How come this kid never gets tired? I immersed myself in my stock market world. [04] Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bicycle falling over, followed by a low exchange of insults, which quickly escalated into a heart-wrenching scream— Chou Chou: "I'll fuck your mother!" Wild Child: "I'll fuck your grandma!" Chou Chou: "I don't have a grandma!" Wild Child: "You idiot! Your mother is your grandma!" "Say that again?" "Your mother is your grandma!" "Say that again?" "Your mother is your grandma!" *Slap!* A crisp slap. The slap was like a match, instantly igniting a series of heavy, muffled thuds. I quickly pushed open the door and rushed out. Outside in the yard, Chou Chou was wrestling with a wild child. The child was bigger than Chou Chou, raining blows with fists and knees. Chou Chou was at a complete disadvantage. I forcefully separated the two children. Chou Chou was now covered in blood, bent over, unable to get up, his body curled up like
a shrimp. The wild child wouldn't let it go, jumping up and down and shouting, "Don't let me see you again! Every time I see you, I'll beat you!
You stupid bastard! I'll tell my dad to tear you to pieces!" The girl was quite pretty, even prettier than I was when I was a teenager. She didn't seem like a good person. I turned around and pointed at her nose, saying, "Get lost." She still stood there cursing, not afraid of me at all. I couldn't fight with a child, so I had to take Chou Chou home first. [05] Once home, I took out medical alcohol and gauze from the medicine box and cleaned his wounds, wiped away the blood, and applied medicine. He didn't speak, his little body trembling. When Ru Hua came back and opened the door, I had already bandaged Chou Chou's head and hands. Before I could say anything, Chou Chou suddenly shouted at Ru Hua, "Why are you so old?!" I could tell he was furious. Ru Hua stood there holding some chives, looking at Chou Chou, her mouth open, but she couldn't say a word. Chou Chou's exposed face was completely swollen, his eyelids and lips were blackish-purple, highly bruised, and swollen high. Chou Chou stood up and fiercely questioned Ru Hua, "Who exactly are you to me?" A wave of heat washed over me. Tears welled up in Ru Hua's eyes. We couldn't stay here any longer. In this vast land, where could we find a place free from gossip and
live peace? What had we done to deserve this? Fragments of the past flashed before my eyes, disjointed and illogical. Some were crystal clear, like high-definition, like a D9. Others were blurry, like a bootleg copy, crooked and shaky,
with a glare, as if I had cataracts… 〖06〗 I remembered the first time Xiao Tong took me to her house. That was the first time I met Ru Hua. Xiao Tong said casually, "Mom,
this is A8. A8, this is my mom." My heels suddenly sank, and my tongue felt like lead. I stood there, a complete young, infatuated girl. Ru Hua looked at me, smiled, and said softly, "Sit." Sunlight streamed in through the large window, illuminating her hair. Her hair was casually piled up, the strands
shimmering . The sunlight shone on her face. But it wasn't a face; it was like lychee flesh. My heart pounded wildly. 〖07〗 I remembered that time I was strolling around a farm with Ru Hua. I happened to see a female cow. Her rear end caught my eye. As her tail swayed, I saw a long, sticky discharge hanging from her vulva, clear and transparent in the sunlight,
dangling straight down. I pointed it out to Ru Hua and whispered, "She's in heat." Ru Hua smiled, but looked in the direction I was pointing. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. I muttered to myself, "Why is she secreting so much?" Ru Hua's soft hand wrapped around my arm, and she whispered, "You bad boy. Let's go." I said, "No. I haven't seen enough yet." She said, "Then I'm leaving." I grabbed her and asked, "Where are you going?" She said, "I'm not looking anymore." She really left. I continued watching. Ru Hua left, and I, finding it uninteresting to look around alone, turned to chase after her. I saw her asking the farmer, "How do I get the restroom?" The farmer replied, "Oh, you mean the outhouse? It's over there." She followed the farmer's directions. I followed. I followed her inside, and as soon as I entered, I felt dizzy. She was also stunned. We walked around in circles, getting more and more dizzy with each look. Holy crap, this building's area could build two skyscrapers in the CBD. It's incredibly extravagant. There was a pile of hay on the north side, weighing over a thousand pounds, and you could smell the pure, natural scent of grass. There was a large hole in the thatched roof, not the work of a perverted boy, but rather the result of extreme poverty and natural rain. This hole created the effect of sunlight diffused down from the glass terrace of a Nordic villa, making it dizzying. This wasn't an outhouse; it was a whole nude art studio. Ru Hua and I looked around but couldn't find the outhouse. We followed the smell and finally saw it. Behind the haystack was a large vat, maybe ceramic, maybe earthenware, who knows. The smell was wafting from it. A closer look revealed it was about a quarter full of treasure. Clearly, the owner had planned this carefully. The poor know how to live. I asked Ruhua, "What's your size?" She whispered, "I don't know. It's just swollen down there." I yanked down her skirt and underwear, touching her inner thigh directly. I remember the feel. Wet, sticky, warm. I remember my heart pounding. She leaned close to my face and whispered in my ear, "I feel uncomfortable down there..." Suddenly, I became like a beast, kissing her lips. So many years have passed, I can't remember what my hands or hers did then. But I remember we were both panting heavily, our breathing as rough as animals. We were a pair of desperate, lowly people, our days numbered, desperately squeezing every last drop. Actually, before going to the farm, I knew my relationship with her wouldn't be blessed. We weren't adulterers in the ordinary sense. 〖08〗 I've never forgotten the first time I took off her white undershirt and saw her large breasts. Her breasts were large and loose, soft and slightly sagging, which was normal; she'd given birth and
breastfed, and given her age. Anyone who says a fifty-year-old woman's breasts "look young, full, and firm" isn't just fantasizing, that's a disability. Ru Hua was very attractive to me; she had fair skin, a slightly protruding belly, and a large bottom. The first time I parted her petals, I noticed her labia were slightly thick. I kissed her lips. She was very excited, her face flushed, and she gasped for breath. [Gasping for breath = rapid breathing before death]
[Intermittent] I kissed her lower lips. She swayed her hips. I smelled a mature woman's seductive scent, a complex blend of estradiol, estriol, estrone, ammonia, the rich, creamy smell of cheese, and a faint onion aroma. She lay lazily on the bed. On our first night together, we kissed and made love incessantly, as if this was our only night. After I ejaculated, I touched her, and as I touched her, I got hard again, and as I got hard again, I thrust in, and then I ejaculated again, and after I came out, I touched her again, and as I touched her,
I got hard again… She said this was bad for my health, but I was crazy and wouldn't listen. We hugged each other, endlessly getting
cloying. What attracted me most about her was her temperament. She was very gentle, always speaking softly, always
consulting , asking, "Is XX okay? Is VV okay?" She was low-key and reserved, believing that suffering a loss was a blessing. Most importantly, in my eyes, she was very "submissive." She had a natural masochistic quality in her bones,
which particularly attracted me. I like passive women and hate arrogant ones. I can play bondage with her openly. But Xiaotong never agreed, even until her death. [09] I still remember that night. After everything was tidied up and everyone had showered, I put on a porn movie and watched
it . The movie had no cause and effect, no build-up. It started with a big European-style penis fucking two women, who looked like they were wearing
white coats, and they were both younger than each other. The violent anal scenes and the moaning sounds quickly aroused me. She was very nervous and whispered, "Turn off the sound. Hurry up!" I kissed her cheek and said, "It's not exciting without sound." She pinched my arm, really anxious, and whispered, "Do you want the neighbors to laugh at you?" I had no choice but to turn off the sound. Although I could understand it, fucking is so boring for a deaf-mute. As Ruhua watched, she reached over and put her hand on my crotch, seemingly unintentionally. Hehe. She whispered, "You rascal, why don't you have a rolling pin in here?" I whispered, "I love dumplings." She smiled and whispered, "Doesn't that sound like 'having a hand of cards in your pocket, going wherever you want'?" I whispered, "Going wherever I want? Am I an animal?" She whispered, "You are." I touched inside her skirt. She whispered, "You rascal, turn it off." On the screen, something was going on. I didn't want to turn it off. She was a little unhappy, got up and left. Leaving me alone, mouth agape, eyes wide, like an idiot. Thinking about it, with a big dick sticking out, staring at an appliance, ignoring my wife, I'm not even as good as an animal. I sighed, turned off the program, and went to find my wife. I went into the bedroom, and my wife was already in bed. I touched her thigh. She pushed my hand away and said, "You still prefer younger women." I said, "Oh, no. Blame the porn companies, they only make films about young women." I pulled down her panties. She didn't lift her buttocks to cooperate like she usually did. I asked, "Are you wet?" She pushed my hand away again and said, "Go find someone younger." I said, "I don't mind. I'll go find you. I'll fuck you!" She wasn't happy yet and asked, "Why?" I said, "Because you're pretty." [10] Ru Hua is pretty. I really think she's pretty. She's a woman who can withstand scrutiny and has charm. It's my blessing
to be . I cherish it. But after all, we're getting older. Age doesn't forgive. There's no fairness in this world, the only fairness is time. When we go out together, eat, shop, drive, my eyes are drawn to young and pretty girls. She always stares into my eyes and then tracks the girl I'm staring at. I've comforted her a hundred and thirty times, saying that I like her, that she's the only thing on my mind, that my life can't be
without her. She doesn't believe me. I told her I just can't control my eyes. Actually, glancing isn't a problem. I haven't
cheated . If you restrict my sight, my life would be too miserable. She said she felt insecure. Especially during her period, they almost always argued about it. In her hysterical moments, she insisted that
relationships between older women and younger men don't last. I know she's particularly sensitive about this, so I try not to say
things like "old woman" or "old cucumber painted green" in front of her. But when you're actually living together, who can guarantee they'll always be on edge? As time goes on, people relax. Sometimes, in the middle of a joke, something I shouldn't say slips out, and she suddenly goes silent for a long time. She must have
been hurt. Once, in bed, when we were both having sex and were completely out of it, she asked me to curse her. Just
swear words , not really. I said while thrusting, "You shameless, slut, whore!" She got excited and encouraged me with even more lewd moans. Encouraged, I cursed more and more fiercely, unleashing a string of insults: "Stale cunt, rotten cunt, slutty cunt! I
'll fuck your lewd rotten cunt! You slutty fox, you need to be fucked, you want to be fucked, you big slutty ass, you old slut! What are you?" Her body began to tense. I pinched her face: "Say it!" She nodded, responding shyly: "I, I'm a slutty cunt." I continued to curse her while fucking her even harder: "Slutty bitch! Shameless slut! Stinky cunt!
I'll fuck your shit out! I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death, you old cunt!" Her cunt began to throb and spasm. I attacked with all my might, the piston reaching a fever pitch. I could no longer speak, only gasping for breath. Her whole body went limp. I asked knowingly: "What's wrong with you?" She said in a decibel only I could hear: "I'm dead." 〖11〗 After the climax subsided, she turned around, her back facing me. As I relived the brutal battle we'd just fought, I suddenly felt her trembling. I slowly slipped my arm under her long hair, between her shoulder and head, and cupped her breast
, kissing her hair. She trembled even more. I kissed her shoulder, touched her bottom, and turned her around, seeing her eyes glistening with
tears. I whispered, "I shouldn't have said that. Actually, that's not what I meant. What I wanted to say was..." She interrupted me, choking back sobs, "You're not wrong. I'm the one who's wrong. I shouldn't have agreed to be with you. I shouldn't have married you.
Everything I've done in my life has been wrong." I said, "Don't say that. It wasn't easy for us to be together." She whispered, "I know we won't end well together." I said nothing more. Words are always inadequate. Love is always futile. No matter how much you give, it's all in vain. She raised her eyelids and asked me, "Why is my life so miserable? Why?" Her life was indeed miserable. Her husband died of a heart attack, without any warning. Ru Hua cried her heart out and fell
seriously ill. I advised her not to cry and to cheer up. I presided over the funeral arrangements, handling every aspect. Seven days later, Ruhua was still not well when Xiaotong's colleague suddenly called, saying that Xiaotong had fainted and we needed
to go to the emergency center. Ruhua and I quickly grabbed some money, keys, and put on our coats. Just as we were about to leave, the phone rang again. We answered,
and it was Xiaotong's colleague again, saying that the ambulance had arrived and they had pronounced her dead. The autopsy report came out, in black and white, the cause of death was still myocardial infarction. Ruhua lay in bed for a month and a half, half-dead, heartbroken. I took care of her eating, drinking, and toileting. I comforted
her, offering all the advice I could think of. When she finally managed to get out of bed, I noticed that most of her hair had turned white. [12] In bed, we could completely satisfy each other's needs. I think a relationship between an older woman and a younger man is the most reasonable. Women in their thirties and forties are like wolves and tigers, the years when they need a big, hard penis the most. When a husband is in the hospital with tubes inserted, what a...
Inhumane? The taboo word in our bedroom wasn't just "old." Once, in the heat of the moment, I said, "Say 'Daddy fuck me!'" She suddenly frowned and said I shouldn't joke like that anymore. I asked, "Why?" She said, "I don't want to say it." I said, "We're like this, what can't we say?" She said, "When the time comes, I'll tell you. Don't force me now." I realized something was going to happen. Later, no matter how intense our sex or how "unpleasant" our swearing, I never mentioned "Daddy game" again. 〖13〗 I took off her embroidered shoes, took off her socks, and saw her bare feet. I loved looking at her feet. I could never get enough of them. Her feet were smooth and pleasing to the eye. Each toe was plump and full, slightly wriggling. There were no calluses on her big toes. Her heels were firm and slightly cool. Her toenails were neatly trimmed and smooth, never painted, the
kind of bare feet I like. The faint veins on the instep carried type B blood. I held her bare feet, unable to resist bringing them closer to smell them. The slightly sweaty
, sour odor. That smell was pure bliss to me, sweet and delightful. She gently pulled her legs back, trying to escape my clutches. But my grip was tight. Her bare feet didn't get away. She asked, "You pervert, what are you doing?" Instinctively, I kissed her delicate, pink soles. She whispered, "They're not washed. They smell." I gripped her bare feet tightly, insistently saying, "That's what I want—unwashed, that's what I play with—smelly." Suddenly, I noticed a bloodstain on the sole of her foot. At first glance, I thought she'd stepped on a mosquito. But upon closer inspection, it
was a mole on the sole, vermilion in color. This, this, this is quite charming—it makes her look five years younger. Later, I heard from someone in a white coat that moles, warts, and the like could potentially become cancerous. I advised her to have laser surgery. She refused, saying she was afraid of the pain, infection, and trouble. After much persuasion, she got annoyed: "What do you mean? You're disgusted with me?" I looked completely innocent and replied, "I'm not disgusted with you. Why are you bringing this up?" She hung her head, lost in her own logic, muttering to herself, "Sigh, I knew this
day !" 〖14〗 The buttocks in front of me were quite round, the skin white, without red spots, lumps, or pigmentation. I lifted her buttocks and spread her thighs. I forcefully pried open her buttocks to look at her anus. Her anus was clean, flat, and tightly closed, without hemorrhoids. A dozen or so folds radiated outwards from the center of her anus. I felt a surge of impulse and actually stuck out my tongue to lick her anus. My heart pounded. That was the first time I had ever licked an anus. She groaned, her buttocks collapsing as she lay flat on the bed. I lifted her buttocks again, grabbed her hands, and commanded, "Spread your legs." She obediently spread her anus, letting me lick it. My tongue began its rampage. She whispered, "No..." I asked, "No what?" She whispered, "Well, I meant, you'll get diarrhea like this." I said, "You're very experienced. Have you ever licked? Or been licked?" She softly said, "Don't ask. It's not good anyway." I like everything "not good." How weird. I hugged her fleshy buttocks, stuck out my tongue, and pushed the tip of my tongue
deeper into her rectum. She groaned. I was excited. In this game, who is more proactive? Who is more humiliated? Who is playing whom? Who
is dominating It doesn't seem necessary to be so clear, does it? She's comfortable, I'm comfortable, that's all. What's the humiliation? Let's just
have some fun. In an old work, I once had a character ask, "Who loves whom more?" Now I'm tired of it, too lazy to ponder such questions, too lazy to delve into them, too lazy even to play the minor role. Perhaps this is tragic. Perhaps many people currently in the spotlight will eventually go through such a phase? Damn, who knows? 〖15〗 I gently licked her anus. Getting close to her asshole, I could smell that kind of smell, faint. What smell? If you've licked it, you should know. If you haven't, it's pointless for me to say. Anyway, that's the smell. What shocked me was that I was sticking out my tongue and licking a woman's anus. What shocked me even more was that I didn't feel humiliated, nor did I find the smell unpleasant. Later, I went shopping with her, and when we got to Xianyu Kou, we were hungry, so we went into a small shop to eat steamed buns and fried liver. She put down her spoon immediately after taking just one bite of the fried liver. In the end, I ate both bowls. She complained that the large intestine wasn't cleaned
properly and had a smell. I ate it in big mouthfuls. It smells so good! [Damn, my stomach is rumbling. Writing this in the middle of the night is so sinful~] I love fried liver. And I always choose those small state-run shops where the owners are arrogant and indifferent. It's not that I don't have money. The key is that I just love it. If it's washed too clean and loses its flavor, what's the point of chewing it? I want that shit-like smell! Saying it out loud, I suddenly realized, damn, I'm really quite perverted, huh? The thing is, many people think
it's "perverted," but I don't think it's anything special. [16] That day I boiled a few eggs, peeled one and stuffed it into her vagina. I took a corn sausage, tore off the
plastic wrap, and pushed it deep into her anus. I didn't allow her to wear underwear and took her out the door. She walked noticeably slower than usual. I deliberately didn't drive and took her off the subway. I said, "It's too difficult to drive in the city center, and parking is inconvenient." Actually, I wanted to relive that kind of thrill. She asked me, "Hey, you rascal, where are we going?" I said, "Taking you to buy clothes." No woman dislikes buying clothes. On the way, I whispered in her ear, "Wearing a butterfly pendant to go clubbing." She whispered, "I can't hold it anymore! It's about to fall off." I said, "Then let it fall out. If it falls out, everyone will know you're a slut." She tried her best to hold it in, walking slower and slower. We entered the subway. I gripped the handrail. Her soft body pressed against me, her arms wrapped around mine. She was uncomfortable inside, shifting her weight between her left and right feet, occasionally wiggling
her hips . Next to us was a guy, in his early twenties, holding a copy of the *Beijing Times*, glancing at the pictures of Ru Hua one moment, then
looking down at the newspaper the next. After Xidan station, I pulled her away from the young man, sidling up to the side of the carriage where the doors weren't open, leaning against the door. I took out a single-pack of Tiantianjie sanitary wipes, tore it open, pulled out the wipes, and slowly wiped my hands. Before I ever do anything naughty outdoors, I always disinfect my fingers with a wet wipe. Caring for a woman
starts with your hands. When she saw me wiping my hands, she immediately looked up at me, her eyes bulging with nervousness. After cleaning each finger, I ran my right hand behind her back, secretly slipping it under her skirt to rub her buttocks. Soft and fleshy. Feels good. I gently tickled her vulva with my fingertips. She shuddered. I whispered in her ear, "Pull the egg out. Don't let it come out from behind!" My voice was just loud enough for her to hear, yet safe enough to be drowned out by the rumbling subway noise from six centimeters away. She blushed and whispered in my ear, "How can you be so lewd?" I said, "Hurry up. Stop talking nonsense." She started to exert force subtly. I bent my right hand into a large spoon and cupped her vulva, while simultaneously glancing at the young man. He had shifty eyes, constantly staring at
my woman. I cursed that bastard. [Here, "照" means "to commit a crime," a Beijing slang term for hooligans and thugs who cause trouble,
referring to strangers staring at each other maliciously beyond the polite time limit.] I whispered to Ruhua, "I'm not sure I can catch it." She became even more nervous. I tilted my head and whispered in her ear, "There's a young man staring at you." She said, "Nonsense. Where?" I said, "Over there, the one sitting next to that pregnant woman with the newspaper." She looked in the direction I indicated. Sure enough, that bastard was staring at her. Her face turned even redder. I said, "He noticed. Hurry up." She stared blankly at the young man and started breathing heavily. I felt her labia minora twitch slightly with my right hand. I said, "We're almost at the station. Hurry up." She continued to push, but the egg still didn't come out. The subway roared into the station, stopped, and opened its doors. More people poured in. Suddenly, my palm felt a drop and a warmth. The egg slipped into my hand amidst the chaos, slippery and soft. Sure enough, she was
an obedient woman; the corn sausage didn't come out. I reached up and scooped up the clean, white egg. The young man's eyes widened in amazement. I put the chicken...
I put the egg under my nose and smelled it. 〖17〗 Why does this scene seem so familiar? Where have I seen it before? I've definitely seen it before. Where? Hmm, I remember now! Thirteen years ago, I was on a train to Hengyang alone. Outside the window, the trees and fields were rushing past. I went to the connecting area between the carriages to smoke and saw a couple leaning against the train door. The woman was tilting her head back to kiss the man, her face flushed. The man was in the same position as me now, and he was even taking
pictures with me. Damn it, he was so slutty, his eyes clearly saying: I've taken this sheep pen, you can find another one. I was in my prime back then, and also at my most reckless. Damn, which carriage is yours?
This ! I took out a cigarette while taking pictures of him, lit it, and took a nice drag. I pulled out a dagger from my lower back and played with it, slashing at the aluminum edge of the train window
. I easily shaved off the aluminum edge, the small aluminum strip bending slightly. [You've all sharpened pencils before, right?] The man was very unhappy, but helpless, and looked away. [18] After getting off the subway, we went shopping for clothes. She suddenly leaned close to my ear and said, "I can still have children. Let's have a
baby ." I said, "Okay." She smiled and said, "I'll give you a big, healthy boy, how about that?" I thought for a moment and said, "Well, to be honest, I really want a daughter." She was immersed in maternal passion and went along with me, saying, "Okay, then I'll give you a daughter." I said, "What are you talking about? Can you just point and do whatever you want?" She said, "I can. Trust me. My family has a girl gene. You see, my mom is an only child. I'm
an only child too. And then I had a baby, had a baby..." She suddenly choked up and couldn't continue. I hugged her and smelled the womanly scent emanating from her hair. I could feel her trembling in my arms. I comforted her, saying, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about the past." She whispered, "I want to give you a daughter. I want to make you happy." She stood on tiptoe in the mall and kissed my cheek. Her lips were very delicate and soft, trembling slightly. [19] When we got home, she brought up having a child for me again. I said, "Actually, it's just the two of us, that's good enough. It's good enough. I don't want our lives to be
disturbed by ." She said, "You're still young, that's why you think that way. Let me tell you, if you don't have children, you'll
regret it when you're old. I don't want you to have any regrets in your life. Let me have one for you, okay?" I said, "I don't want you to suffer anymore." She calmly said, "No suffering. Thinking back, from conception to birth, breastfeeding, bathing, lulling to sleep,
creating a new life, breathing, having feelings, looking at you with bright, dark eyes, growing up day by day,
becoming sensible, it's actually quite blissful." I was a little surprised: "Huh? Walking around carrying forty or fifty pounds, isn't it uncomfortable?" She said, "Yes, those days were certainly not comfortable, but after getting pregnant, you find that everyone around you is
considerate of you. People will give you space in the elevator, press the buttons, the young men at the hair salon are especially nervous, serving you tea and water with extra care. You receive special treatment, you can
proudly announce to the world with your big belly, 'I'm capable, my man is capable!' That feeling is quite proud, really." I asked, "So, is breastfeeding uncomfortable? Breast engorgement, being sucked, bitten, nipples being chewed..." She said, "Oh, it's also quite comfortable. It's pointless for me to say anything. That kind of heartfelt happiness, you men
will never understand." I said, "But childbirth is a life-or-death ordeal." She whispered, "But childbirth is fulfilling." I understood. After all, we had experienced it, and then lost it. She probably wanted to add some color to her life. For me, and for
herself . But, losing Xiaotong had already devastated both Ruhua and me. I said, "I don't want to be sad anymore." She suddenly said, "I've made up my mind." Since the family tragedy, her temper had changed; sometimes she seemed like a stranger, as if she were possessed. [20] Before Chou Chou was born, Ruhua and I discussed the baby's nickname. She said, "I'm so pretty, and you have such thick eyebrows and big eyes, our child will definitely have
the best features ." I said, "Yes, yes." She said, "And I'm 1.7 meters tall, and you're 1.87 meters, our baby won't be short!" I said, "Yeah, that's true. How about this, whether it's a boy or a girl, the nickname will be 'Stinky'." She strongly objected. I said, "A name that sounds ugly means a strong fate, easy to raise." When we're together, we're really good, inseparable, sweet and loving; when we argue, we really argue, noisy and boisterous. We argued several more times afterward. When I was in a particularly bad mood, I wavered, I asked myself:
Is this really the life I want? But I would always comfort myself by saying: This is the life I want. No woman is without her moments of hysteria. No couple
is without their arguments. Maybe Ruhua and I were a pair of bickering lovers arranged by our past lives. Maybe she was too insecure, so she wanted to use our child as a bond to strengthen this already
unblessed family. Later, she got pregnant as she wished. I accepted my fate. It wasn't easy for us to come together. I will cherish it. 〖21〗 Let me be honest with you, I've never really clicked with this pretty boy. You haven't seen him. The first time I saw him outside the delivery room, I shuddered, like
I'd been hit , like I'd seen a ghost. I'd rather bump into a living corpse. Normally, the distance between a person's eyes is an eye's width. His? Two inches. His face is like a 33-story building crashing into concrete. His mouth is flat, his forehead is flat, his nose is flat,
his nostrils are upturned, he could choke on a rain shower. His brows are always furrowed, worried, no matter how you try to coax him, they're always tightly furrowed, like a French Languedoc.
A Roussillon boxer. Those two eyes, one higher than the other, a difference of one centimeter. In the last three months, that difference has increased rapidly—this thing is simply astonishing. If Casimodo were to stand next to him, he'd be like Jin Cheng. Look closely, this kid exudes a tragic beauty that's hard for ordinary people to understand. Big Yellow's nose was always snotty, and when he cried, it sounded like he was shoveling down a bowl of old Beijing-style fried noodles (I haven't had fried noodles for years). 〖22〗 To be honest, when I saw his first face outside the delivery room, I only remember one sentence echoing in my mind
[actually, it was very short, just one word]—Throw him away! I really wanted to throw him away. Ru Hua probably sensed my thoughts [a woman who has just given birth is not human, but a
sensitive and fierce mother beast]. She even slept tightly with that monster, treating him
like her life, treating him like a god. Ru Hua loved this monster, spoiling him unconditionally, asking me to buy him a bathtub, toys, laundry, milk powder, and odorless mosquito coils. I won't say more. She made me do everything you could think of. The little monster grew stronger day by day, the gap between his eyes getting bigger and bigger. Not only was Chou Chou so energetic, but he also had a terrible temper, not inheriting any of Ru Hua's gentle nature. Ru Hua and I always emphasized his education and enlightenment, but it was no use. Basically, we were facing a demon. Everyone else could see hope in their own child, but I was becoming increasingly desperate. I couldn't understand it. Ru Hua was so beautiful, and I was so energetic, how could we have produced such a terrible
mess? Before this thing was born, Ru Hua only slept with me. Thinking about it carefully, she really didn't have the opportunity to mess around with other men. But I still had a crooked thought and went to get a paternity test. Waiting for the test results was very painful, every minute felt so long. I had already fantasized that if the result was... well, I would definitely... well, you know. But fate played a cruel trick on me. The test results came out, short, authoritative, and powerful, shattering my last
hope. Chou Chou was indeed the result of Ru Hua and me. Why did God throw such a burden at us? Why? Is this really retribution? 〖23〗 One night, after Chou Chou fell asleep, Ru Hua whispered to me, "Do you think it's because we did... well, you know ...
"What ghost spirit did you offend?" I then realized she had wavered too. I asked, "What happened?" She said, "I'm your mother-in-law." I said, "Now you're my wife." She said, "Don't deceive yourself. After all, we've messed around before." I said, "I'm not deceiving myself." She said, "Then why did you leave all your friends? Why do we keep moving endlessly? You have something to hide!" I said, "Who doesn't have something to hide?" Yes, we've moved so many times over the years, looking at houses, packing, stuffing boxes—it's all disgusting. We
're terrified of the neighbors finding out. For so many years, we haven't dared to invite friends over. Friends are like tea. They're warm when you're around, but they cool down as soon as you leave them alone. We've each given up all our friends. Now, we're practically friendless. We thought having
each other was enough. But we were wrong. A narrow, closed social circle can make a person abnormal. Temperament and personality can change drastically.
Unprovoked irritability and outbursts of temper. [24] Now, seeing Chou Chou being bullied, Ru Hua felt heartbroken. Chou Chou shouted hoarsely, "Answer me!" I said to Chou Chou, "How dare you talk to your mother like that?" Chou Chou glared at me, his eyes filled with resentment. Ru Hua knelt on the ground in front of Chou Chou and said, "I'm not your maternal grandmother. I'm your mother." Chou Chou asked, "Then what does your mother look like? How come I've never seen my maternal grandmother?" Ru Hua said, "Your maternal grandmother... my mother... passed away." Chou Chou said fiercely, word by word, "You lied to me! You all lied to me!" [25] Late at night, I was sleeping soundly when suddenly someone patted me. I woke up and saw Ru Hua propping herself up and gently patting me. I hate being disturbed while sleeping. I asked unhappily, "What?!" Her face was terrified, and she lowered her voice, trembling, and said, "Listen!" I perked up my ears and really heard a sound. "Sha Sha," "Sha Sha," "Sha Sha," "Sha Sha." I quietly got up, barefoot, and gently followed the sound. It was coming from downstairs. Had someone entered my house? In the kitchen on the first floor, under the moonlight, I saw an ugly boy sharpening a knife. "Sasa," "Sasa," "Kill," "Kill"... [The End
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