Honghe Desire (01-12)

Memories of Early Winter

The stories I'm about to tell you begin in early winter of that year. The Hongshui River, flowing busily all the way to Leigong Mountain, slowed its pace, perhaps to avoid disturbing the tranquility of the surrounding villages. It was in this shallow bend of the river that a few fishponds were scattered about. That year, Changshu and Ye Lihong had been married for a little over a year. The couple were deeply in love. To supplement their income, Changshu had taken on a fishpond in this bend of the river to raise fish. He devoted almost as much effort to this pond as he did to the beautiful Lihong, and the harvest was fast approaching. The young couple lived and ate in the fish shed by the pond.
That morning, it was colder than usual. The winter morning was cold and quiet. A thick white fog, like rice porridge ladled from cooking, hung heavy in the valley, almost forming threads. Changshu, his hands rolled up in his sleeves and huddled in his thick, army-green cotton-padded coat, trudged deeper into the fog. Every morning, he had to circle the fishpond to check on it. The grass by the pond was covered in frost and dew, soaking the legs of Changshu's trousers that were sticking out from under his rain boots. He hurried to the wooden frame where straw was piled.

The frame, suspended more than a meter above the ground, faced Changshu's fish shed across the long fishpond. On top of the frame were piles of hay and other feed for the fish, below which were dried cow dung piled up before winter. Next to them, wrapped in plastic film, were some wheat bran, crushed corn, and other concentrated feed. Climbing the frame was difficult for Changshu; his cotton-padded trousers were too thick. Changshu's nostrils flared as he exhaled white fog. He bent down and found a dry spot on the wooden frame and haystack to rest. He pulled out a small packet of warm, fine yellow tobacco from his pocket, carefully rolled it up with a piece of yellow paper

, and lit the cigarette. Taking a deep drag, Changshu looked around. The entire Red River was shrouded in thick white fog. From above, the fog was even and delicate, resembling the flawless white flesh of his wife's inner thighs—simply beautiful. As if lost in a dream, Changshu slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Through the smoke, he could vaguely make out a corner of the fish farm across the river, barely visible in the thick fog.
His wife, Lihong, should still be sound asleep in her warm bed.

Thinking this, Changshu smelled a different kind of fragrance in the tobacco—Lihong's fragrance. Last night, his hand holding the cigarette had gotten her lower body wet with her juices. Women are made of water, the old folks say, and now Changshu truly understood. He loved Lihong's plump, white flesh; he didn't want to let go of her. Her round, slightly upturned buttocks made Changshu want to use his strength. Changshu adored those tender, white buttocks. The mere sight of those round buttocks swaying before his eyes would make his lower body throb with erection. When he held Lihong's white buttocks and fucked her, Lihong would bury her head in the blankets and giggle. This allowed Changshu to remember the hardships of his daytime labors, and he would move shamelessly, like a yellow dog mating. Soon, he would be trembling and thrown away by Lihong's grip. Those white buttocks, under Changshu's shameless cultivation, grew increasingly plump, rounder, and more alluring. Changshu didn't care about the greedy gazes of the villagers; in fact, he was somewhat proud: "You can only feast your eyes through your pants, and you have to be secretive. The only one I can truly hold and play with is me, Changshu." Standing beside his wife, basking in the envy of the village men, Changshu was at his most arrogant, completely unlike the dejected state he felt when Lihong's white buttocks ravaged him in bed.

Changshu gazed at the fish farm across the way, smoking with a smug expression. Yesterday, his wife casually mentioned that her period hadn't come this month and wondered if she was pregnant. Changshu was excited all night, cuddling and kissing her for a long time. They were both so excited by the kisses that their lower bodies rubbed against each other. But Changshu remembered the old saying that you shouldn't do anything if a woman is pregnant, as it's bad for her, so he didn't dare to take it any further. But Lihong, clinging to Changshu, said with half-closed eyes, "Don't be too happy yet, I'm often a few days late." Changshu was captivated for a moment, then looked at Lihong and couldn't resist. He instantly lost all restraint, quickly stripping Lihong naked. Lihong giggled, twisting her waist, and burrowed into the covers like a lamb, her eyes wide, staring intently at Changshu. Changshu, as if in a battle, hurriedly stripped himself naked and crawled in, tightly wrapping the lively lamb in his arms and playing with her freely.

He figured the lamb hadn't gotten up yet, and the covers must be incredibly warm. Changshu felt a surge of desire. He jumped off the wooden frame and was enveloped in thick fog, hurrying towards the tender white buttocks.

Reaching the fish shed, Changshu caught his breath, tossed the cigarette butt, dampened and extinguished by the fog, into the pond, and gently pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door before slipping inside, quickly closing it to keep out the cold air. The fish shed was dimly lit, much warmer than outside, and a faint, warm, fishy smell lingered in the air. This smell excited Changshu; the scent of their lovemaking from the previous night hadn't dissipated so strongly, and Lihong's lower body was still moist. Suppressing his impatience, Changshu undressed and quietly slipped into bed. In the dim light, he could tell Lihong was still fast asleep, her long eyelashes tightly closed, her face still flushed. Changshu's closeness made her uncomfortable; her eyes remained closed, and she murmured childlike, "So cold."

Changshu quickly pulled the blankets tighter, buried his head in the covers, and kissed Lihong's breasts. The erotic scent in the bed was even stronger, making Changshu feel slightly intoxicated. He reached down to touch Lihong's vulva, and wow, it was all wet. Excited, Changshu eagerly brought his penis closer, the glans touching the slippery surface, making him feel incredibly good. He accidentally slid into her open vulva along the muddy surface. Perhaps because her beautiful vulva was so wet, Changshu felt an unusual warmth inside, without the usual dryness and resistance. He spread Lihong's legs wide, and after inserting a little more, it was incredibly hot inside, making Changshu shiver with pleasure. He quickly lifted Lihong's buttocks and began to fuck her. Lihong closed her eyes and, in her sleep, blushed and moaned softly.

Lihong's buttocks were wet, and the slippery contact gave Changshu the strength. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, so that her entire vulva was facing upwards, and he squatted down like a pile driver, thrusting downwards. Each time, the bed creaked and groaned, the mattress sinking deep into the ground. Lihong, eyes half-closed, murmured incoherently, "Changshu~ Changshu~ You killed me~ Ah~ How could you~ Ah~"

Outside the fish shed, the winter sun peeked out, its bright red face shining through the plastic-film windows, dispelling the thick fog. The warm sunlight streamed in through the plastic-film windows, bathing the fish shed in its glow. The shed wasn't large, but it was cluttered with many things. Lihong had dried and arranged her fishing nets during the warm weather, and they were piled on
the floor. Raincoats and leather pants hung along the walls, and a gleaming harpoon leaned against the corner. Two rows of dried fish hung from the central beam. A bed was set up at the back, with Changshu's clothes scattered on a long wooden bench beside it, and Lihong's clothes piled at the foot of the bed. The blankets had slipped off Changshu's body, the corners dragging on the floor. But the two, engrossed in their passionate lovemaking, were completely unaware. Li Hong's eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes trembling. Her white flesh was flushed red from Chang Shu's fucking, her small mouth slightly open, panting and moaning. A moment later, she felt a surge of energy followed by exhaustion, her eyes closed, her white flesh trembling as she writhed, only gasping for breath.
Chang Shu remained in the same position, revealing his muscular physique. He showed no sign of slowing down, his thick hands gripping Li Hong's white thighs, his penis powerfully penetrating her engorged, luscious labia. He thrust into her convulsing body.
Li Hong's orgasm came faster than usual, her hands desperately clinging to Chang Shu's neck, biting down on the firm flesh of his shoulder. Chang Shu, holding his breath, his face flushed, made his final thrust, watching the woman beneath him writhe in agony, feeling an immense sense of triumph. A sense of accomplishment filled him as he looked down at their intense union. In the morning light, her engorged vulva was exaggeratedly swollen and everted, the tender, scarlet flesh being scraped in and out by his engorged glans. A large amount of white, creamy foam continuously overflowed from their point of contact, forming a large stain on the sheets.

The pleasurable sensation made Changshu want to melt into her completely. He watched as Lihong's hair was disheveled, her hands flailing wildly before finally clutching the pillow. An excited flush spread across her tense, erect body, with only her slightly raised breasts swaying like pink jelly. Changshu could no longer hold back; his waist tightened, and he was about to release himself. After a final, powerful thrust, both of them stood there, taut, their bodies flushed and trembling. Lihong was somewhat overwhelmed by the renewed thrusting, reaching out to grab Changshu's arm tightly, her head thrown back, her mouth agape, unable to close: "...ah...ah..." Changshu gritted his teeth, his lower body thrusting deep inside, a large gush of hot semen powerfully shooting out. Startled by the shot, Li Hong arched her back and let out a long, loud cry. The two of them gasped for breath like fish out of water, and the entire fish shed fell silent.

Changshu lay on top of Lihong for a while, reluctant to separate, and reached down to pick up the blanket from the floor. Lihong slumped over as if she had fainted, only occasional twitches remaining. Changshu knew that his wife would act like this when she was aroused, her body dazed and letting him do as he pleased. It would take a while for her to come back to her senses.

Lihong caught her breath, her face full of satisfied charm. Feeling Changshu still inside her, still hard and filling her completely, she playfully squeezed her thigh, but she trembled sensitively and teased Changshu, saying, "You blockhead, you're going to die! Ah
~ You're like a bull~ Ah~ Still so hard~ You're going to die~ What's wrong with you today~ You woke up this morning~ Ah~ Ah
~" At this moment, his penis stubbornly throbbed twice inside her, and the pleasure from her lower body made Lihong gasp: "You've been at it all night~ And you want more this morning. Why are you going to work so hard?" "

Changshu looked at the two pretty red marks on Lihong's bouncing breasts, like they'd been sucked out, red and alluring like flowers. He played with them while saying, 'Who told my wife to be so seductive? Who told you not to get up?'
'You're so horny this morning, doing it again and again, how many times? Don't you think tomorrow is coming? You've made me so weak I can't even get up.' Lihong blushed as she saw Changshu staring at the red marks on her chest: 'Look at how you're sucking, like a child.'

Changshu stopped playing with her breasts, glanced at the pool of white foam from their joined bodies, and remembered that it seemed to have appeared before he ejaculated. He then looked innocently at the two blooming red flowers on Lihong's chest and said, 'I didn't suck. I just came back from a walk, and I did it this morning.'

Lihong was stunned, and she and Changshu exchanged a confused glance, both of them showing astonishment. Their lower bodies tightened, and more thick semen, indistinguishable as to whether it was Changshu's or someone else's, overflowed."

Hongqiling:

Deep in the distant mountains lies the Hongshui River, flowing for millennia. This river, meandering for hundreds of miles, originates from distant snow-capped mountains, winding its way through rugged canyons and ancient, leaf-filled forests.
Just as it is about to emerge from this mountainous region, it makes a bend at Leigong Mountain. If you were to ask the Hongshui River how many bends it has made along its journey, it probably wouldn't have counted, couldn't remember. In truth, it doesn't need to remember every dramatic turn; it only needs to remember the most unforgettable ones. One day, when it finally tires and flows into the sea, it can rest and savor the memories.

The Hongshui River, a river of surging power, reveals its gentler side as it meanders around the verdant Leigong Mountain. Here, at the bend, the riverbed widens, the current slows, and from afar, the river, hundreds of meters wide, resembles a vast ocean. The once turbulent and unrestrained river reveals its tender side here. In summer, the river's surface turns red, like a shy bride covering her face as she passes by, bringing with it the busy harvest season on both banks. In winter, when everything is covered in snow, the Hongshui River remains unfrozen. Its calm, emerald-green surface, like a young mother, gazes lovingly at the majestic Leigong Mountain, lost in thought, silently waiting for the warm spring waters deep within its depths to give way to the first clap of thunder.

Hongqiling Village is surrounded by mountains on its west, south, and north sides, situated at the extension of the Leigong Mountain range. Slightly elevated, it lies east of Bishui Village, nestled along the Hongshui River, and across the river is Xiaonan Village, which faces Bishui Village directly. These three natural villages are closely adjacent, rooted in this mountain valley. Although land is scarce, the people work hard and live a self-sufficient and comfortable life. Their extra income mostly comes from timber and local specialties from the mountains. Hongqiling Village has a large forest farm, with dark green bamboo groves stretching along the mountainside behind the village, growing peacefully. Once mature, the bamboo is transported downstream by sampans down the Hongshui River. Most of the villagers live along the riverbanks, inheriting the skill of making a living from the water. At the bend of the Hongshui River, a large area of shallow lakes has been reclaimed into square-shaped fishponds, raising plump freshwater fish of varying sizes. Wild reeds sway upright on the fishpond embankments.

Besides taking a boat down the Hongshui River, one can also travel from the valley to the surrounding towns or county seat via the winding mountain road of Hongqiling, which winds around Leigong Mountain. This road is somewhat bumpy, covered with animal hoofprints and tire tracks, and occasionally you can see tractors puffing black smoke as they climb up, carrying a few people and some belongings to Mashui Town on the other side of the mountain.
Although the road is so uneven, you can still occasionally see cars, mostly trying to bypass the toll stations on the parallel provincial highway. The cars never come towards the village, leaving trails of dust at the forks in the road.

Changshu and his family live at the western entrance of Hongqiling Village, and on quiet nights, you can hear the car horns from afar. The two families live next to each other, separated by a small vegetable garden. The garden belongs to Changshu's family, and under the careful care of his wife, Lihong, they have planted various seasonal vegetables. Yang Sen, the only son of Changshu, sat on a bluestone under a pear tree in the vegetable garden, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, lost in thought as he listened to the birdsong in the branches.

Yang Sen had heard from his mother that Uncle Qihan had once been very close to his father, but when Uncle Qihan had just come of age, a fire broke out in their house, killing his father. His mother endured years of hardship before finally going to a nunnery on Leigong Mountain to become a nun. He was left alone; at that time, he was just an adult and didn't know much about farming, so the family often went hungry, living a very difficult life. During those difficult times, Yang Sen's family often helped him out; even the bicycle he needed to pick up his new wife was borrowed with his father's guarantee.

After getting married, Uncle Qihan became more diligent, and the couple worked from dawn till dusk, cultivating a large plot of land at the foot of the mountain. Their lives gradually improved, and they even bought a television soon after. He even became the village chief these past two years, but after taking office, he showed no mercy to the Yang family, never giving them any preferential treatment. Last time, during the land distribution, Yang Sen's father drew three plots of dry land and wanted to exchange them with Xi Mei's family, who had drawn all the good plots, because there had been similar cases in previous years, and no one wanted to be talked about behind their back. However, this happened right when Yang Qihan first became village chief, and this new official, with his three decisive actions, immediately thwarted the plan. "No way!" he said. He even claimed that Yang Sen's father was his childhood friend and that he must support his work and obey the assignment. Yang Sen's mother was furious, saying, "How dare he mention childhood friends? What a load of rubbish! He's just a village chief with no future! All that grain from back then went to the dogs!"

This road construction project was initiated by Yang Qihan. He went door-to-door collecting money, enduring much gossip from the villagers. Yang Sen admired his Uncle Qihan, believing him to be a good person who wouldn't embezzle the villagers' hard-earned money.
He also saw Qihan's wife, Aunt Yun, eating lunch with just a single pickled vegetable, as usual. He felt everyone was wronging him. What truly made Yang Sen hate Uncle Qihan was the road construction assignment. This road, connecting Hongqiling to Mashui Town, was five or six li long, with a large portion winding around Leigong Mountain. To widen and shorten the road, they needed to blast away rocks protruding from the mountainside. Most of the villagers were generations of farmers, terrified of explosives, and no one wanted to go with Uncle Qihan to set off blasts. Uncle Qihan then took Yang Sen's father along, and it ended up costing his father his life. That day, Yang Sen 　　was terrified

when he saw his father, his head wrapped in bandages and his waist in a cast, being carried back from the county by Uncle Qihan in an oxcart .
But his mother didn't say a word, her face ashen, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. Her legs slowly went weak, and she couldn't lean against the gate, collapsing onto the threshold with a thud, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at Yang Qihan. Yang Sen had never seen his mother with such an expression, and he sat on the ground, too afraid to move. In the days that followed, his father became bedridden, a cast around his waist containing a steel plate. Any movement caused him to gasp for breath, sweat beading on his forehead, yet he didn't cry out in pain. He would just grin. His mother would always talk to him while wiping his body, though Yang Sen couldn't understand what she was saying, it was all his mother talking. His father, his head wrapped in gauze, only his nostrils showing, seemed to be listening; it was hard to tell if he was asleep.

Yang Sen wanted to drop out of school and go home to help his mother with farm work, but she slapped him hard, making snot run down his face.
Yang Sen's tears streamed down his face, but he dared not cry out loud. His mother braced herself on the stove for a moment, then turned around and hugged Yang Sen. Yang Sen stubbornly tilted his head to prevent the nose strip from smearing on his mother's shoulder. His mother hugged him tightly, and Yang Sen felt something soft trembling against his chest, his warm tears soaking into his shoulder.

His mother became less talkative, and Yang Sen rarely saw her contented smile anymore. Uncle Qihan, feeling guilty, turned over Yang Sen's field without warning. The next day, Yang Sen's mother took him to the field to weed and prepare for planting rice, without thanking him, as if it were her due. Another evening, Yang Qihan came in and said to Yang Sen, who was eating in the yard, "Tell your mother I've taken the ox." He turned to leave, but at the door, he turned back and said, "I'm taking it to the county." The next day, Yang Sen's ox was gone, leaving only an empty yoke hanging in the cowshed. Yang Qihan returned and gave Yang Sen a package: a stack of money tied with a rubber band and some medicine.

During the busy summer harvest, Uncle Qihan harvested all of Yang Sen's rice first, filling both their yards. Li Yun, heavily pregnant, helped Yang Sen dry the rice and chase away sparrows.

In Yang Sen's eyes, Uncle Qihan was atoning for his sins; his mother wouldn't forgive him, and neither would he. Until Yang Sen was bitten by that black snake with red markings. That late autumn, the trees began to shed their leaves. Yang Sen chopped down a piece of dead wood for firewood, and as he dragged it back, a small snake mysteriously emerged from a hollow in the tree. Yang Sen only turned around when he felt a stare on his calf and saw this slender snake, about the size of a chopstick, with red markings on a black background. Yang Sen clearly remembered that it was red spots, not red patches; tiny red flowers bloomed on a shimmering black background, extremely beautiful. Yang Sen even forgot to raise his wood-chopping knife to chop it down. The little creature, its triangular red head held high, flicked its long, thin black tongue and gracefully disappeared.

When Yang Sen woke up again, he was lying in a bald snake doctor's clinic, receiving an IV drip. His mother was there, as was his uncle. Later, Yang Sen learned that his uncle had carried him to the snake doctor's place, while his mother ran behind, crying and losing a shoe. The snake doctor said it was fortunate he was brought in in time, otherwise even a miracle worker couldn't have saved him.

When the snake doctor saw that Yang Sen had woken up, he repeatedly asked him what the snake looked like. Yang Sen gave the same description, but the snake doctor said very seriously that he had never seen a snake like this in his decades of practice. He said there was definitely no snake with such a color, no snake with a red head and black markings, and it couldn't possibly be as thin as a chopstick because the fang marks were very wide. Yang Sen couldn't move his calf, so he used his hands to prop himself up and struggled to bend over to see the fang marks. Sure enough, there were huge fang marks on his calf, like a dog bite. He was terrified when he saw them. His calf felt like it didn't belong to him; he had no feeling in it, and it was red and swollen, even thicker than his thigh.

After this ordeal, Yang Sen and his mother didn't hold as much resentment towards Uncle Han anymore, since he had saved Yang Sen's life. So they stopped being so stern with Uncle Han and his family. After lying in his small room for four or five days, the swelling in his calf began to subside, but his thigh began to swell up, the skin puffing up like an inflated balloon. Yang Sen had a low-grade fever, his whole body was red, and he kept talking nonsense. This made Yang Sen's mother and Aunt Yun so anxious they were in tears. Uncle Qihan went to fetch the snake doctor, who, unable to understand the situation, remained silent. He inserted a row of silver needles into Yang Sen's groin to prevent the poison from spreading upwards, and then collected some foul blood from the scabbed teeth marks on Yang Sen's calf to make a specimen, which he took to the county.
The snake doctor didn't return for three days. Miraculously, Yang Sen recovered on his own and was able to swallow the white porridge his mother fed him.
On the fourth day, the snake doctor returned with two doctors in white coats from the county town. Upon entering the village, he immediately asked, "How is it? Is that child from Yang Changshu's family still alive?" The villagers were baffled. By this time, the swelling in Yang Sen's thigh had subsided, and he could walk again. He was at home eating a bowl of rice his mother had collected from various families to cook for his safety, and he ate it all, still feeling unsatisfied. Hearing that the bald snake doctor had arrived, he was annoyed by him and refused to be examined. He left through the back door and hid in the vegetable garden.

Seeing him lively and energetic, everyone let it go. But only Yang Sen and his mother knew the injury hadn't fully healed.
The swelling hadn't spread beyond the silver needles upwards, but had instead gathered between his legs. Yang Sen's fifteen-year-old penis was swollen to the size of a corncob, its surface a purplish-red. His once pinkish-red penis, untouched by sexual activity, was now enormously swollen, with protruding veins crawling like snakes. Yang Sen's mother first discovered it while wiping her sleeping son. The penis sprang out, fierce and domineering. Startled, she didn't think much of it at the time, only that her son had grown up, surpassing his father. She cursed herself inwardly for comparing her son's thing to Chang Shu's. Remembering Chang Shu lying on the bed in the inner room, she spat at it, grabbed it, and shoved it into Yang Sen's crotch. The heat made her feel as if she were being burned, and she let out a soft "Ah!" He finally managed to insert it, held it for a while, and reluctantly pulled his hand out of the room.

Yang Sen discovered it when he went to the outhouse to urinate in the morning. Even after urinating, it wasn't soft; it just swayed there. He rubbed his eyes until he realized he'd undergone a transformation. When Yang Sen told his mother, who was at her wits' end, she smiled and comforted him, saying, "It's nothing, it'll get better in a few days. That's how it is when you grow up." Later, it really did get better as his mother said; the swelling subsided, but every morning it stood erect like a club, the veins looking like snakes coiled all over it. It was frighteningly thick. What bothered Yang Sen even more was that when his penis was swollen, he would become unusually excited, his mind racing with thoughts of women. His mother's full name was Liu Lihong, and Yang Sen had recently suddenly found the name very pleasant to hear, and silently reciting it made him very excited. Only his father called her by that name; everyone in the village called her "Changshujia." Sometimes, when Yang Sen lay down at night, his erect penis felt like it was on fire, causing him great discomfort. He would instinctively start masturbating, thinking of Aunt Yun's white breasts. He would also think of his mother's round buttocks, because her round buttocks were the most striking feature of her slender figure. Yang Sen would call his mother's name while masturbating, in a very low voice, each word uttered with force. His penis would tremble and release thick, white semen, remaining erect and shiny red even after ejaculation. Yang Sen dared not tell anyone about these things, afraid they would think he was a monster; he even avoided urinating in front of others. The new road from
Hongqiling

to the national highway was open, shortening the journey from Hongqiling Village to Mashui Town by nearly a mile. The new road was wider, allowing trucks to pass. More cars started taking detours, bypassing the national highway toll station to save on tolls and avoid traffic jams. However, the new road couldn't withstand the onslaught of heavy trucks. So, the village organized roadblocks at the intersection, preventing heavy vehicles from passing and charging tolls for other vehicles. They collected some money daily, and everyone was happy that they could recoup the cost of the road in no time.
At a village meeting, Yang Qihan proposed that Yang Changshu set up a stall near the tollbooth to sell tea, cigarettes
, and the like as compensation for the Changshu family, who had sacrificed the most for the road. He said it was a matter of remembering those who helped them. Everyone had seen the sacrifices made by the Changshu family, and most agreed. Although some were envious, no one voiced their opposition.

Yang Sen's mother was a natural businesswoman. She had Yang Sen write several signs indicating the shop near the road, letting passing drivers know that a small shop had opened where they could stop for water, cigarettes, and drinks. Yang Sen's mother set up a coal stove at the door and cooked some tea eggs and sweet corn, as well as some tea for the old men collecting tolls. As time went on, more drivers learned that the road had improved, and more vehicles detoured through this route. The toll booths had collected nearly 10,000 yuan in this period, the largest income in Hongqiling's history. Rumors spread throughout the village that Yang Qihan was visionary and capable. However, most people were wondering when the money would be distributed. But Yang Qihan said the money wouldn't be distributed, explaining that the new road couldn't withstand the weight of large vehicles and needed further reinforcement and repair. He also said that concrete barriers would be added to the dangerous sections of the mountainside as guardrails to prevent vehicles from slipping and overturning in the rain, otherwise, people wouldn't dare to detour this way. Yang Qihan's words made sense. He had gained some prestige now, and everyone agreed with him. They watched as guardrails were built along the dangerous sections of the new road, and truckloads of bluestone and black coal ash were dumped onto the road surface, making it no longer muddy and full of potholes after rain. Yang Sen's mother counted her money and, finding she had some savings, asked Yang Qihan to get some timber from the village's forest farm to renovate the shed and add another room to sell miscellaneous goods.

Old Mo was hired by the village to look after the forest farm. A thin man in his early forties, he looked much older than his age. He was said to have been a soldier, had a strange personality, and didn't get along well with the villagers. He was still unmarried and lived in the forest farm with a wolfhound. Yang Sen's mother was a little afraid of him; she was afraid of the scar on his face, which was quite frightening.
Last time, when Yang Sen's mother was working in the paddy fields by the forest farm, Old Mo kept watching her from the bank. Yang Sen's mother got a little angry; she felt like Old Mo's eyes could see right through her. She glared at him and yelled, "You old yellow dog, why aren't you watching your forest properly!" Old Mo's wolfhound was black and yellow.

Old Mo wasn't angry anymore; he grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "Is your Chang Shu feeling any better?"
"How would I know how my Chang Shu is doing? It's none of your business, you old dog, gossiping!" Yang Sen's mother retorted angrily. Everyone in the village knew Chang Shu was crippled, and she was now living a life of widowhood.

"What a waste of that fat backside," Old Mo whistled, leading his wolfhound away.

From then on, Yang Sen's mother tried her best to avoid him. She asked Yang Qihan to take Yang Sen, who was on vacation at home, to get timber. Yang Sen's mother now found it easy to give orders to Yang Qihan; she had no choice—how could a woman do all that?
Yang Qihan didn't complain at all, and took Yang Sen with him as they hitched up the cart and went. They left early in the morning, and the two of them, one big and one small, finally came into Yang Sen's mother's sight as they were waiting for dinner. As soon as they stopped, Yang Sen's mother rushed over and brushed the sawdust off Yang Sen's clothes and head: "Tired, aren't you?" She then took a rag and patted Yang Qihan, sending sawdust flying. "I was just asking Fatty Li when he could help with a haul, look at you two, all covered in dust." Fatty Li's real name was Li Jiabao, and he had married into Ximei's family; he drove a hand-operated tractor.

"We couldn't very well let him haul for us for free, could we?" Yang Qihan said with a smile, "Lihong, get Sen something to eat; he's been complaining of being hungry the whole way."

Yang Sen's mother looked at Yang Sen with affection: "Okay, I saved a few tea eggs; you two eat them first before unloading the timber."

Why was Uncle Qihan calling her "Lihong"? Yang Sen was startled; he thought only his father could call her "Lihong." Feeling a bit angry, he abandoned them and rushed into a small shop, grabbed a tea egg, peeled it hastily, and swallowed it down. He almost choked and had to gulp down half a bowl of water before he could finish. After eating, Yang Sen didn't want to move. He felt like his whole body was falling apart and slumped against the back of a small bamboo stool. Yang Sen's mother, seeing him like that from afar, glared at Yang Qihan with some reproach: "Look how tired my Sen'er is."

Yang Sen was indeed tired today, but what bothered him most was that he was angry. When cutting down trees, Yang Qihan specifically chose the symmetrical pieces of timber, ignoring the crooked ones that were close to the road. After felling them, Yang Sen dragged them down the mountain one by one, exhausted. Old Mo stood by the oxcart at the bottom of the hillside, smoking the cigarettes they had given him, without helping at all. Watching Yang Sen move the logs to the side of the truck, Old Mo said, "These are good logs. In a few years, they'll definitely be good trees. It's a waste for you to use them to build sheds."

Yang Sen sat on the logs and retorted, "There are so many trees in the forest farm. Every year, some have been cut down."
Old Mo didn't follow up on that, saying, "I saw your dad go out to bask in the sun the other day. Is he feeling better?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I can walk a few steps while holding onto things." Yang Sen lay back on the grass.

"Oh," Old Mo said thoughtfully, taking a drag of his cigarette. Then, he furtively brought his scarred face close to Yang Sen and whispered, "So, we can't have sex yet? I've noticed your mother's face looks a bit flushed these days."

"Pah! Old dog Mo!" Yang Sen felt insulted, patted his butt, and stood up to leave.

Old Mo grabbed him and said mysteriously, "Keep an eye on your mother, I bet that bastard Yang Qihan fucked her until she was all tanned!"

Yang Sen broke free from Old Mo's grip on his shoulder, somewhat exasperated, and shoved Old Mo, making him stagger. Ash from Old Mo's cigarette fell onto his clothes. He wasn't angry, just brushed off the ash and said, "Little kid, you've gotten strong, huh? Don't take it out on me. This time, it wasn't me who fucked your mother." Old Mo looked at Yang Sen's somewhat muscular shoulders and said, "If you're really capable, you should avenge your father. Let me tell you~" As he spoke, he mysteriously tried to get closer, but Yang Sen disgustedly pushed him aside and took two steps back, preventing him from getting any closer.

"Kid, remember what I said." Old Mo turned to leave, still muttering rudely, "Your mother's ass is so fat, it's deadly to fuck her, her ass is the most exciting in all of Hongqiling."

Yang Sen's eyes turned red; he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to talk about his mother like that. He grabbed a piece of thin wood, ready to lash out. Old Mo's wolfhound alertly leaped in front of him, its fur standing on end, baring its canine teeth and growling. Old Mo's dog had been with him for many years and was very intelligent. Yang Sen liked the dog very much and had even considered taking Qi Han's yellow dog for breeding.
After Old Mo left, Yang Sen thought about what he had just said, but couldn't figure it out. However, Old Mo's last sentence made his penis hard.

The next day, Yang Qi Han started building a shed, adding a small room to the side of the original shop. He would put a bed against the shelves inside, so that he wouldn't have to use the rice sacks as a bedding for night watch. There was also a partition behind the bed to store some loose goods. A small awning jutted out from the front of the shop, providing shade and encouraging people to sit down and have a drink—all of this was Yang Sen's mother's idea. Yang Qihan was very skilled at this, and Yang Sen lent a hand, helping him lift the timber. Yang Sen watched his mother handing him tools and nails, running around at Qihan's beck and call. He felt a little uncomfortable: "Mom, I'm thirsty. I want some tea."

"The teapot is on the counter; go get some yourself," his mother, wearing a straw hat, said, leaning on the ladder, her eyes fixed on the nails Yang Qihan was hammering.

Yang Sen wanted to say something, but seeing Yang Qihan shirtless and struggling with the hammer under the blazing sun, he swallowed his words. He lazily slipped into the shop, slowly sipping his tea and enjoying the cool air, watching his mother wipe the sawdust off Yang Qihan's arms with a rag in the sunlight. Yang Sen felt a pang of jealousy. He suddenly remembered Mo Laogou's words and carefully examined his mother's face. Her face had the contours of a sunflower seed, a slightly pointed chin, and a black mole near the corner of her eye that made her face appear even whiter. Her face looked round, clean, and delicate, much like her body. Yang Sen's mother was tall, her breasts weren't as large as Li Yun's, but they were still full, and her buttocks were pert, stretching her plain-colored trousers into a full round shape. Her waist wasn't thick at all; from the side, it even looked quite slender. However, Yang Sen still couldn't see any changes in his mother's appearance, nor did he understand what Mo Laogou meant by "watery complexion." After the small shop expanded, Yang

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's mother stocked it with grains, oils, seasonings, and daily necessities. Things that the village used to have to go to Mashui Town to buy were now available in the shop. Yang Sen noticed that after the shop opened, his mother started smiling again. She was always busy running between home and the shop, managing everything meticulously. Even after customers left, she was always busy tidying up and cleaning, her movements as light as flower petals dancing in the spring breeze. Yang Sen's mother told him that in business, you have to greet people with a smile, even in a small shop like this. Yes, her smile made Yang Sen feel like a spring breeze was blowing.
Yang Sen's father had been able to use his cane to explore a small area recently, but his mother was still worried, afraid he might fall.
Chang Shu chuckled, "It's alright, he's healthy. You go watch the shop; you have your son at home." When his mother was busy, Aunt Yun would bring Chang Shu some food. But Changshu felt uncomfortable lying there for too long, still harboring resentment towards Yang Qihan. He scoffed at the tea and food Aunt Yun brought him, saying, "Where's Yang Qihan? Tell him to bring it himself." Aunt Yun chuckled and replied without anger, "Qihan went to the fields. I'll have him bring it to you next time." Changshu couldn't get angry; he didn't hate Aunt Yun.
Aunt Yun was the matchmaker arranged by Li Hong. Back then, Aunt Yun was still called Li Yun, a very delicate and petite girl. Many suitors came to their door back then. At that time, Qihan had nothing, but he was kind-hearted. Even before their relationship was settled, he eagerly helped her family with farm work, always choosing the heaviest tasks. When her father forbade him and kicked him out, he secretly tilled the land for them, ending up plowing their newly planted peanut field again. Her parents still laugh about it now.

Li Yun also couldn't resist Li Hong's persuasion. Li Hong and Li Yun lived in the same village, not far apart.
Li Hong was a few years older than Li Yun. When they were little, Li Hong often took Li Yun to play in the Hongshui River. Li Hong invited Li Yun to sunbathe on the grassy bank by the river. Lying there, the two started chatting. Li Hong said, "Are you planning to be a girl your whole life? Look at us, you're the only one who hasn't married. Xi Mei is younger than you, but she married Li Jiabao, the fat man from your village." Li Jiabao was the tractor driver. Xi Mei was their childhood playmate. "Chunhua and my son are so tall now," Li Hong said.

In their youth, Li Hong, Li Yun, Chunhua, and Xi Mei were known far and wide as the "Four Golden Flowers.

" "Your Sen'er looks just like you, so handsome. He'll be a heartthrob when he grows up ," Li Yun couldn't help but interject.

"You couldn't see that when you were little. You were so skinny back then, who knew you'd grow such big breasts?" Li Hong glanced at Li Yun's bulging chest, making Li Yun blush. "Want a man?" Li Yun, still a young girl, dared not say such things and couldn't utter a word.

"I think Yang Qihan really likes you. He keeps asking me to talk to you about it. I think he's a really good person, a great farmer, and very strong." Li Hong said this while lying on the grass, glancing sideways at Li Yun's eyes.
Li Yun had long eyelashes, which fluttered like a doll's. After thinking for a while, she blushed and asked Li Hong, "Sister Li Hong, is it really okay?"

"Yes!" It was after this that Li Yun agreed to marry Yang Qihan.

Time flies like an arrow. Years later, Yang Sen knew how to appreciate women. He leaned back in his chair, stealing glances at Li Yun's breasts. Li Yun sat beside him, holding her several-month-old baby, Mao Mao, who was fast asleep in her arms. Yang Sen was drying grain in their front yard, chasing away annoying sparrows while

chatting with Aunt Yun. Suddenly, Aunt Yun pulled out her swollen breasts. It turned out that milk was overflowing from her nipples. Li Yun had large breasts and plenty of milk, and she had to express it several times a day. She asked Yang Sen to go to the kitchen and get a bowl for her to catch it. Yang Sen, trembling, held the white porcelain bowl, watching the milky white milk gushing from Li Yun's dark, date-like nipples. His face flushed, his eyes fixed on her plump, white breasts. Li Yun smiled and said, "Mao Mao grows fast because he drinks a lot of milk. You'll drink this bowl later, and then you'll grow as tall as your uncle." Li Yun was teasing Yang Sen; she knew the milk had a strong taste and was hard to swallow. Qi Han had vomited it all up after drinking it once, and Li Yun often used this to tease him.
Li Yun had been pregnant for years, and she had always treated Yang Sen like her own son. She had no qualms about joking with him in private. Looking up at Yang Sen, he indeed blushed, but his eyes were fixed on the breasts he was squeezing.

Li Yun chuckled inwardly, then suddenly noticed that Yang Sen had a few yellowish stubbles on his chin and was no shorter than Qi Han.

Yang Sen, looking at Li Yun's white breasts, felt a little thirsty and didn't bother to argue that he was already as tall as his Uncle Yang Qi Han. He downed the milk in one gulp, licking his lips afterward, "Delicious!" This made Li Yun blush deeply, and she whispered, "Isn't it fishy?"

"Not fishy at all. Delicious."

The next morning, Li Hong asked Qi Han to accompany her to Ma Shui Town to buy some goods, mainly a freezer to chill beer and drinks for better sales. The drivers who couldn't buy chilled drinks had complained many times, and Li Hong had been wanting to buy one. But she really didn't know much about appliances, and she was afraid of being ripped off, especially since it was a big expense. So she asked the worldly-wise Yang Qi Han to help her choose. Now, in Li Hong's eyes, Yang Qi Han was her reliable support; she would rely on him for any decisions she couldn't make.

When Qi Han heard that Li Hong wanted to buy a freezer, he said it was expensive in town and suggested buying it in the county. He wanted to postpone the family planning meeting scheduled for that morning in the village and accompany Li Hong to the county town. Li Hong refused, afraid of delaying his business, and said she would go after his meeting. After Qi Han finished his meeting, the two of them hitched a ride without having lunch. They were supposed to be back that night, but a torrential downpour prevented them from returning. That

night, Yang Sen leaned against the door at home, looking at the darkness outside, his mind racing. Where would his mother stay that night? Would she stay at a hotel in the county? Would she stay with Yang Qi Han? Yang Sen's mind conjured images of Yang Qi Han's sweat-drenched arms and his mother's round, alluring buttocks. He was frantic with worry, yet utterly helpless. His father, Chang Shu, was still awake, sitting upright in the main room. His blind eyes remained motionless, appearing normal, yet he simply couldn't see. Chang Shu's expression was calm, lost in thought. After a while, he stood up and groped his way back to his room. As he entered, he said to Yang Sen, "Don't worry, your mother will be back tomorrow morning."

"But..." Yang Sen couldn't bring himself to say it.

"But what? Your mother won't lose a piece of her flesh." Changshu decisively interrupted Yang Sen's thoughts, saying, "You go watch the shop tonight. There's so much stocked up inside; people might be tempted by it in this rain. Leave the lights on when you sleep."
After the shop was expanded, it was filled with a lot of cigarettes, alcohol, grain, and oil. On rainy nights like this, someone needs to watch over it to feel at ease. Stepping out of the house into the dark, Yang Sen felt a little scared. So he went to Yang Qihan's house to get his yellow dog. Aunt Yun had just put her son to sleep and opened the door for Yang Sen. As Yang Sen led the yellow dog past the door, he saw Aunt Yun milking by the bed and stopped. The incandescent light shone on Aunt Yun's small face, making her look incredibly feminine. Yang Sen was mesmerized and couldn't take his eyes off her. Aunt Yun, holding her large breasts, looked up at Yang Sen with a coquettish smile: "Never seen this before?" Yang Sen didn't reply, but as if possessed, he went into the room and drank the small half-bowl of milk that Aunt Yun had expressed. Aunt Yun blushed deeply, holding her breasts, unsure whether to continue milking or not. "You don't even need to ask your aunt if she's willing? You can do whatever you want! Aren't you afraid your uncle will yell at you?"

"No!" Yang Sen looked at Aunt Yun's obedient, little woman-like face, her full breasts reflecting a porcelain-like luster, with a few drops of white milk overflowing from her nipples. A desire to conquer surged in his eyes, and he agreed firmly. His lower body began to swell with blood, his penis covered in veins like snakes. Yang Sen was panting heavily, his eyes turning red, staring intently at Aunt Yun's breasts, his desire swelling uncontrollably.

Seeing that he wasn't leaving, Aunt Yun laughed and scolded, "Little devil, want more?" Yang Sen released the yellow dog's leash, grabbed Aunt Yun's hands that were milking her breasts, and bent down to take her black, date-like nipple into his mouth. He greedily sucked. As Yang Sen vigorously suckled, milk gushed rapidly from her sensitive nipples, leaving Aunt Yun somewhat bewildered. She murmured, "Ah Sen!" Feeling itchy, she swayed and giggled, "You little rascal! You're taking advantage of Uncle's absence to bully me!" Yang Sen's penis was almost broken from erection. Hearing Aunt Yun's words, he inexplicably became angry at Yang Qihan, pushed his wife onto the bed, and began frantically suckling at her breasts. Aunt Yun collapsed weakly onto the bed, her maternal instincts and lust rising simultaneously. She pressed Yang Sen's head tightly against her breasts.

Outside, it was pitch black. The rain had lessened, but it still poured down endlessly. The courtyard gate was tightly shut. The old yellow dog,
unable to bear witnessing its mistress having sex with a young boy behind its master's back, slipped out of the room and lay on the floor of the main room, out of sight
, out of mind. But the unrestrained moans coming from inside made it flap its ears incessantly, with nowhere to hide.
Yang Sen, driven by a man's primal urges, took Aunt Yun. How could Li Yun possibly stop Yang Sen? The menacing sight of his exposed penis terrified her. Li Yun had previously thought Yang Sen's large penis was already very manly, that she was satisfied, and that it was her limit. But watching this enormous thing forcefully and gradually penetrate her body, Aunt Yun knew she was wrong. Her sister's words about a woman's lower body being able to accommodate everything seemed true. The intense feeling of being filled, almost tearing, made this new mother let out a long cry.
Yang Sen, experiencing intimacy for the first time, with Aunt Yun's permission, inserted his penis into the woman's genitals for the first time. The smoothness, the wetness, the tightness—all were things he had never experienced before. Being tightly enveloped by her genitals, saturated with hot, lustful fluid, was far more intense than masturbation. After finally penetrating most of it, the head of his penis reached the very end. The strange sensation made Yang Sen's already excited penis twitch several times, and he ejaculated after a few shudders inside Aunt Yun's body. When he was ejaculated inside her, Li Yun couldn't open her eyes. Her eyes were glazed over as she clung tightly to Yang Sen's neck, her body taut and straight, her lower body pressed against his. She cried out in pleasure as she received the gushing hot virgin semen.

After doing all this, Yang Sen was somewhat confused and dazed, as Li Yun, brimming with desire, pulled him tightly into her arms. Perhaps unsure how to face his Uncle Han in the future, Yang Sen's eyes were vacant, numbly immersed in the pleasure he had just experienced, holding Li Yun's slightly sweaty waist. Neither of them moved. Li Yun's chest and cheeks were still flushed; she glanced shyly at Yang Sen, then couldn't resist pulling him close and pressing her red lips to his for a passionate kiss. The baby, Mao Mao, lying on the inside of the bed, began to move its limbs in protest. The two, panting, quickly separated, and Li Yun gently reached out to soothe Mao Mao. A kind smile spread across her face as she giggled at her few-month-old son, who was still quite young and didn't understand much, saying, "My Mao Mao is such a good boy. He wouldn't stand up for his mother when she was being bullied." As she finished speaking, her gaze fell on Yang Sen's young, well-defined face. Li Yun felt a surge of pleasure, and couldn't resist running her index finger down Yang Sen's nose, across his sparse, yellowish stubble, over his young, muscular back, over his flat waist, until she touched his young, high, pert buttocks. His penis was still inside her, and although he had just ejaculated, she could feel its still considerable size. Li Yun felt a secret joy, her fingers gently caressing Yang Sen's powerful buttocks, her face filled with ecstasy. She contracted her buttocks twice, and a lot of lustful fluid overflowed from their genitals.

Yang Sen looked at Li Yun, who was incredibly beautiful. Her naked body was glistening with sweat from their recent passion, shimmering slightly under the light. Her full, breastfeeding breasts stood tall and firm, white and plump. At this close range, he could see the blue veins, and the nipples, still erect in the brown areolas, were irresistible. Yang Sen couldn't resist opening his mouth and taking them in. Li Yun, her breasts being fondled, gave a lazy "hmm" and gently taught Yang Sen how to lick them with his tongue. She pulled one of his hands to her other, lonely breast and showed him how to knead it.

Yang Sen was a good apprentice, never thinking about why, just doing as instructed, constantly discovering the wonders of a woman's body as he explored it. His lower body, still connected to her virginity, tightly gripped his still slightly erect penis. Li Yun's face remained flushed, smiling gently as she looked at him, patting the baby who had drifted off to sleep.

Soaked in hot, lustful fluids, his penis began to stir restlessly again. Li Yun's tender flesh sensed it immediately, and she looked at Yang Sen with a mixture of surprise and delight, her eyes practically overflowing with desire. She stammered, "Ah Sen, you~ are really amazing~" Aunt Yun had truly been celibate for a long time. She was heavily pregnant, and now her child was several months along. Yang Qihan had refused to be near her, saying he was afraid of the smell of her milk. They had tried once recently, but Aunt Yun had gotten so excited that she sprayed milk onto Yang Qihan's face, causing his erection to quickly subside. Yang Qihan said he would wait until her milk stopped before doing that again.
Aunt Yun remembered that before she gave birth to her son, Yang Qihan wasn't like this; he was like a male dog, always hoping she would feel better so he could have sex with her. Aunt Yun vaguely felt it was related to Sister Li Hong, and a strange sour feeling welled up inside her. But seeing Li Hong's aloof demeanor, she felt she was just guessing. Even if it were true, she didn't know if she could hate Li Hong. She genuinely felt sorry for Sister Lihong. Lihong had almost no close friends in Hongqiling, only her sisters from her maternal family were close to her. Changshu's accident had left her so young and living a life of widowhood.

When she was heavily pregnant, she subtly inquired with Yang Qihan, asking him to take better care of Lihong. But Yang Qihan was like a block of wood, completely unresponsive.

Yang Sen, having just tasted the sweetness, instinctively didn't think much of it. He hugged Aunt Yun tightly, his lower body eagerly beginning its thrusts. Li Yun felt the enormous penis forcefully penetrating her, her vaginal opening feeling as if it were bursting open, a fullness mixed with an irresistible pain. Yang Sen desperately shoved his entire penis inside, the long-lost sensation of impact making Li Yun somewhat disoriented. She spread her legs wide, completely exposing her genitals. Letting Yang Sen thrust wildly, the pleasure was unprecedented. A large puddle of vaginal fluid flowed, soaking the diaper Li Yun had just pulled down to cover her son.

The newcomer, lacking technique, thrust in and out with every stroke, his penis, glistening with her juices, penetrating deep into Li Yun's beautiful vulva, each thrust accompanied by a wet, squelching sound. Aunt Yun could no longer be shy; each powerful thrust of his large penis went all the way in, leaving her panting heavily, moaning incoherently, "Ah~ Ah Sen~ I'm going to die~ Ah~ Mao Mao~ Mother~ Ah~ Being~ bullied~ Ah~ I'm going to die~ Ah~"

As Yang Sen began to find his rhythm, it became noticeably faster. Li Yun felt pleasure but was afraid he would ejaculate too soon, so she urged him to take it slow. But Yang Sen couldn't control himself; his hips moved faster and faster, his saliva smearing haphazardly on Li Yun's face and neck. Li Yun hurriedly used her mouth to penetrate him, her buttocks raised high and her calves tightly hooked around Yang Sen's waist. She felt her anus swell unbearably from each deep thrust, and it was also incredibly hot. Before she knew it, the tingling sensation spread from her anus, her whole body tensed, and her genitals, pressed tightly against his penis, began to convulse. A large amount of fluid
gushed out from her anus. Li Yun was completely out of control, her arms tightly wrapped around Yang Sen's back, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Yang Sen still showed no signs of stopping, his penis falling like raindrops outside, his whole body brimming with inexhaustible strength. He was covered in sweat, vigorously thrusting his rock-hard penis, relentlessly making piston-like movements like a pile driver on a construction site.

Li Yun's room was simply furnished. The south-facing window was tightly closed, the curtains drawn. Below the window was a wooden couch, on one end neatly arranged many clean diapers, and on the other end, Yang Sen's clothes were scattered haphazardly. A wooden table stood facing the door on the east side of the room. On it sat a porcelain bowl, still holding freshly poured milk, with a few drops of milky residue at the bottom. A wooden bed lay across the center of the room, its low-hanging mosquito net swaying rhythmically, the hooks clinking. But this did nothing to diminish the sensual atmosphere within.

Li Yun felt like a small boat bobbing on the Red River, tossed about by Yang Sen's waves. Her alluring eyes hadn't yet clearly seen Yang Sen in her arms when a tingling sensation began to spread through her. She felt herself dying, as if she were being tossed high into the clouds and floating away.
05 Baiyun Temple

She remembered that when her mother returned from the county, she hadn't lost a bit of weight; she had bought Yang Sen a pair of snow-white sneakers. Of course, she had also bought a freezer, the first refrigeration device in Hongqiling. This thing, when plugged in, made a whirring sound and actually produced icicles. Yang Sen didn't bother to investigate the freezer's magic, because he was an adult now, at least in his own opinion. He had the anxieties of an adult—he'd slept with Yang Qihan's wife and didn't know how to face him. Fortunately, Yang Sen and his mother had been taking turns minding the shop these past two days, so they hadn't seen each other much. On

the Mid-Autumn Festival, August 15th, Yang Sen was on holiday and wanted to sleep in, but his mother woke him before dawn, saying they were going to Baiyun Temple to burn incense. His mother usually went with Aunt Yun, but Aunt Yun couldn't go because she had to take her child. Yang Sen was incredibly sleepy; he'd stayed up late reading novels in bed the night before, and his eyes were swollen and almost covered in sleep. While his mother was heating breakfast in the stove, his father groped his way over. His father's eyesight wasn't good either; he could only distinguish between day and night, but couldn't see things clearly. He bumped into the doorframe. Feeling bad, Yang Sen got up and helped him sit down on the bed, but then leaned back lazily, closed his eyes, and lay back down. Dad patted his leg and said, "Little Sen, get up, get up."

"I'm not little anymore," Yang Sen stammered, still half asleep. "I'm in my final year of junior high."

"Hehe." Dad patted him affectionately and said, "Oh, almost a high school student. Our family has produced a prodigy."
Yang Sen didn't move, but opened his eyes. He really wanted to tell his dad that he planned to stop studying after junior high, which was considered quite educated in the village. But looking at his dad's proud face, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

"Your mother went up the mountain alone. Should I send you to protect her?" Dad's hand seemed to touch Yang Sen's erect penis, and Yang Sen jumped up. He could lie on the bed with his penis erect every morning and refuse to get out of bed with his mom, but he was afraid his dad would notice the change in him.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll escort your wife back safely." Yang Sen put on his clothes and slipped out of the room.

The stone steps leading to Baiyun Temple seemed endless. Yang Sen, who had just been able to run and jump, turned back somewhat listlessly and asked, "Mother, why do monks build temples so high?"

His mother, dressed in dark clothes and carrying a cloth bag, smiled at him and said, "The higher it is, the more people will pray to it."

Yang Sen thought his mother's smile was beautiful, but he didn't ponder her explanation: "How many temples are there on Leigong Mountain?" "Three or four, I guess. I haven't been to any further in."

"Baiyun Temple and Tianzun Taoist Temple. That's all I know."

"There's also Wuchen Nunnery above Tianzun Taoist Temple." His mother innocently recalled, "There's also a pagoda on the mountain. I heard about it from your father."

"You haven't been to Wuchen Nunnery or that pagoda either?" Yang Sen was surprised that people lived deep in the mountains.

"I went when I was young." His mother stopped, turned around, and gazed at Hongqiling Village at the foot of the mountain. The village was scattered along the Hongshui River, hidden among some lush green forests. The rising sun peeked out, casting golden light across the entire valley. Smoke rose from the chimneys, a beautiful sight.

Yang Sen also thought it was beautiful, but his attention was focused on his mother gazing into the distance. The mountain path wound its way up the stone steps, the bluestone path edged with green shrubs along the way. In the distance, the sunrise cast a golden glow from the clouds, enveloping Yang Sen's slender figure. The golden outline of her figure was more winding than the Red River itself. Her beautiful face faced the direction from which he was approaching, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dreamy, her brows relaxed, and fine beads of sweat glistening in the sunlight on her forehead from the climb. Yang Sen genuinely felt the vitality emanating from his mother. He swallowed hard and said, "Mom, you

're still so young." His mother smiled shyly, "I was even younger when I was with your father." After saying this, her expression turned somewhat melancholy, and she hurried a few steps ahead of Yang Sen.

Yang Sen knew his mother was sad, and he fell silent for his father's pain. He followed his mother up the steps, but soon he found that by keeping a few steps' distance, his mother's beautiful buttocks came into view. Her plain trousers couldn't contain the passion of her mature body, and her full, round buttocks swayed joyfully before his eyes. Yang Sen was somewhat dazed, his thoughts drifting back to a similar summer morning years ago.

He was about nine years old then, his father still robust, in his early thirties, the prime of a man's life. His mother didn't have to worry about anything, inside or outside the house. That summer morning, Yang Sen woke up inexplicably early, the sky still barely light. Still half asleep, he went to wake his parents. He still remembered how quiet the house was then, the front door tightly shut, the only sound the ticking of an old-fashioned clock in the main room. The door to the east wing was ajar, not bolted. Yang Sen pushed the door open and went in. The floral curtains in the east wing were still drawn, the thin morning light casting a cheerful magenta hue. The room was a little stuffy, and the large wooden bed's curtains swayed slightly in the breeze brought by Yang Sen's entrance. The large red lacquered wooden bed had been there since Yang Sen could remember. A slightly yellowed white mosquito net hung above it, clipped in from the outside with bamboo clips, obscuring the view inside. Yang Sen removed the clips and opened the net to see his mother lying there, sprawled out in a completely unrestrained pose, utterly naked. In the morning light, her white flesh shimmered a bright magenta. It was the first time Yang Sen had ever seen a mature woman's body, his own mother's body, so close. The feeling at that moment jolted him. Yang Sen couldn't recall if he had mumbled anything to wake his parents when he opened the net, but he certainly had fallen silent when he saw his mother's naked body.

Yang Sen didn't remember how long he stood there, a few minutes or a few seconds. But the image was still vivid: a satisfied smile on his mother's sleeping face. At that time, he didn't understand what that expression meant, nor did he know how to savor it. Her breasts, formed beautiful circles from lying on her back, were raised high above the nipples, which were reddish-brown and perky, surrounded by small, jujube-red areolas with tiny bumps. The nipples stood perfectly straight, pointing directly towards the ceiling of the large wooden bed. Yang Sen still clearly remembered his mother's genitals. A tuft of curly pubic hair grew at the end of her lower abdomen, neat and black. The pubic hair extended to both sides of her genitals, making the entire vulva bulge. It was the first time Yang Sen had seen the "cunt" that his child had used to insult people. If he had to make a judgment about the cunt, he felt that at first glance it was ugly. How could women have such ugly things down there? But now he overturned that feeling of disgust and it turned into a kind of fascination. It was undeniable that his mother had a magnificent genital, a high, plump cunt. The day he saw it, the sides of her cunt were red and swollen, and the slit was slightly parted, revealing two fleshy petals like clam meat peeking out from inside. Her genitals seemed alive; a gentle breeze stirred the fine hairs of her pubic area, and a warm sensation emanated from them, giving Yang Sen a slightly pungent, fishy feeling.

His memory was hazy, though he vaguely remembered things like whether his mother had a mole on her lower abdomen. Now, he realized that his mother's genitals had likely been used by his father that morning. His father, full of energy, must have indulged in unrestrained pleasure with his alluring mother on that leisurely summer morning before going to the outhouse through the back door.

"Sen'er." Yang Sen heard his mother's call and realized she had already reached the temple gate, leaving him a little behind.
Baiyun Temple appeared majestic and imposing to Yang Sen, with its stone-carved gate, earthen-yellow walls topped with black eaves, layer upon layer, and a bell tinkling in the morning breeze hanging from the corner of the eaves.

His mother bowed respectfully before each Bodhisattva, unlike the other women in the village who chanted incantations while offering incense. She knelt quietly, but that didn't mean she wasn't devout. Yang Sen watched as his mother kowtowed, her forehead sinking deep into the prayer mat, and each time she offered incense, she carefully and neatly arranged the three incense sticks.

After a week of offering incense, his mother took a water jug from her cloth bag and filled it with spring water from the spring behind the temple. Yang Sen knew this was for his father to use for brewing medicine, so he took it and hung it on his shoulder. He followed his mother to a statue of Guanyin, where they knelt and silently prayed with their hands clasped in prayer. Yang Sen knelt beside his mother, watching her pick up a bamboo tube from in front of the prayer mat, hold it in her hands, close her eyes, and shake it for a long time. Yang Sen stared intently, but not a single stick fell. His mother continued shaking it with the same unhurried rhythm and force. Finally, one bamboo stick gave in and fell. His mother put down the tube, checked the number on the bamboo stick, and went to the wall beside the statue to retrieve the corresponding fortune slip. After observing for a while, she told Yang Sen to wait in the corner. She went into the inner room and handed the fortune slip to an old monk. The old monk spoke in a low voice, using archaic language, which Yang Sen, watching from a distance, couldn't understand at all. He could only watch as his mother nodded repeatedly in response. Finally, she took a banknote from her cloth bag and placed it in the copper box labeled "Incense Money" in front of the old monk. The old monk nodded and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer. His mother responded with her hands clasped together and withdrew. Afterward, she led Yang Sen back to the main hall and burned the fortune slip in the incense burner until it turned to ashes, thus ending their incense offering. The two then descended the mountain.
His mother seemed even more preoccupied afterward, walking silently ahead. Yang Sen followed behind, skipping along, deliberately falling behind to catch a glimpse of the fortune slip in his hand when his mother wasn't looking. This was the same slip he had drawn from the same number while his mother had gone to ask the old monk. The fortune slip reads:

Distant mountains and waters may not whisper, but joy should be found in public and private;

a thousand-year-old destiny brings you closer, and this life will be carefree and without worry.

06 Lotus Seeds

It was already high in the sky when they came down from the mountain. The mother and son went straight back to the shop and opened for business. Yang Sen laid out everything that needed to be displayed. His mother cooked a pot of mung bean soup. Yang Sen secretly cooled a large bowl for himself in the freezer. Just as he was about to eat it under the midday sun, Yang Qihan, wearing a straw hat, came over: "Ah Sen, you're here? Didn't you go back for lunch?"
Yang Sen was a little nervous seeing him coming from afar, but Qihan's words were completely unassuming and even ingratiating. Yang Sen was annoyed that his son's eyes followed his mother's figure. He had originally planned to finish his mung bean soup and leave, but now he didn't want to move. He replied irritably to Qi Han, "Village Chief, you even have to worry about this?" His mother, who was helping to add water to a truck carrying timber outside the shed, turned around and glared at Yang Sen when she heard this. "This child, how can you talk like that!" She then greeted Yang Qi Han, "Why did you come all this way in this heat?" "

I came to check on things. It's so hot, I was worried that Grandpa Pang and the others wouldn't be able to stand it." Yang Qi Han didn't go into the shop but walked towards the uncles at the toll booth under the big tree. After

finishing her work, his mother went back to the shed, ladled out a bowl of mung bean soup, and put it aside for Yang Sen to take back to his father later. She even took the rest, including the pot, to the toll booth under the big tree, which earned her much praise. Yang Sen drank his own bowl of iced mung bean soup with a pained expression, glancing coldly at his mother and Yang Qi Han among the group of elderly people.

Yang Qihan and the portly old man sat on a long wooden bench, Yang Qihan using his straw hat as a fan, chatting with the elderly folks. His mother stood diagonally opposite him, waiting for the uncles to finish their drinks and clear the dishes, listening to their conversation without interrupting.

Yang Qihan was again discussing the tollbooth issue with the old men. He worried that this kind of unauthorized roadblock charging wouldn't last. The group chatted haphazardly, without reaching a consensus. Some uncles didn't understand, saying they had paid for and worked on the road themselves, and shouldn't let others trample on it for nothing. What's wrong with charging a toll? It's perfectly reasonable. Yang Qihan didn't get agitated, gently explaining basic concepts like national policy and law.
Yang Sen sided with Yang Qihan on this issue, not because Yang Sen had slept with his wife, but because sometimes national regulations couldn't be applied logically. Political textbooks said all the land in the country belonged to the state, let alone a road. The regulations prohibited unauthorized toll collection, and Yang Sen occasionally chimed in.

Yang Sen said, "How about this? From now on, instead of calling this 'toll collection,' let's call it 'donation collection.' This money is voluntarily donated by passing drivers to maintain the road." Yang Qihan's eyes lit up; he thought Yang Sen's words made sense and gestured for him to continue. Yang Sen cautiously glanced back at his mother; she didn't seem to mind his insistence, so he let go. He habitually raised his hand in the gesture of lecturing the village kids and continued, "The village shouldn't collect this donation fee. We'll have a village elder collect it on our behalf, like a red flag. That way it's less coercive, and we can let some unreasonable drivers off the hook. Also, don't use village receipts; it's best not to give them any proof. If they really need it, print some small tickets like those from a school cafeteria, and give them a torn one."

Of course, there was no applause after Yang Sen finished speaking. Everyone looked at Yang Qihan, waiting for him to make a decision. Yang Sen stood there, utterly embarrassed. Yang Qihan digested the information and patted Yang Sen on the shoulder, saying, "I think all the points you made are good. Great idea! Lihong, Yang Sen, you truly are the educated ones in our village!" He then whispered to Yang Sen, "Actually, have you considered that what we should be most worried about is the toll station on the national highway?"

Yang Sen thought about it and realized that if vehicles saved money by taking a detour, and it was voluntary, there shouldn't be much conflict. The biggest source of conflict would be the diversion of traffic on the national highway; that's where people are most likely to voice their opinions. That was a problem. Yang Sen felt like a primary school student in front of Yang Qihan, and felt somewhat dejected, looking expectantly in his mother's direction.
His mother didn't speak, but her approving gaze made Yang Sen a little embarrassed. The uncles and elders couldn't find any flaws in his words and all praised him for being clever; the fat old man even managed to compare him to that old man from Nanyang who had been dead for hundreds of years.

"No, he doesn't know anything. I don't know where he heard it from, he's just trying to impress people. Don't flatter him." His mother, unaware of Yang Sen's thoughts, fearing he would become too arrogant, pulled him to her side.

"Hey, Yang Sen isn't a kid anymore, he's as tall as you now. Look at what he says, not many in the village can match his words," Yang Qihan said approvingly. "We'll still need to discuss this with the village before finalizing anything. If it's adopted, we'll announce it at the village meeting." It was all empty talk, Yang Sen didn't care. He tossed his head, picked up his mung bean soup, and went home.

Yang Sen thought his father was a genius; although he was still blind, he could somehow manage to cook lunch. Yang Sen had even tried it with his eyes closed and almost knocked out his front teeth. His father had also added a few salted fish while the rice was simmering. Those salted fish were ones Yang Sen had speared himself from the Hongshui River a few days ago, making them especially fragrant.

At lunch, Yang Sen reported what had happened that morning to his father. Actually, his mother had predicted everything. This method was something a passing driver had mentioned in casual conversation, which Yang Sen had claimed as his own. But his father, who could trick his clever mother into bed and have sex with her at will, was certainly no ordinary man either. "This method doesn't work everywhere," his father bluntly stated. "You need connections in the village, and the key is that the provincial highway toll station has to turn a blind eye."

Yang Sen, feeling disappointed at not getting a good answer, simply nodded in agreement. His father continued, "Your Aunt Yun came by this morning while you were away. Yesterday, her sister came to see the baby and brought her some lotus pods; she gave you some. Don't eat them all; take some to your mother. She likes these refreshing things. Go see Aunt Yun later; it's so hot, see if there's anything you can help with."

"Okay," Yang Sen carefully observed his father's expression, thankfully finding nothing unusual. Actually, Yang Sen had been waiting for an opportunity ever since returning that night. Thinking of Aunt Yun's breast milk made his mouth dry. He quickly finished his meal, grabbed the cloth bag his father had prepared, and inside was a large tea mug containing lunch for his mother, topped with a few vibrant green lotus pods. Yang Sen said goodbye and left with the bag.

As he walked out, he tore open a lotus pod and scooped out a lotus seed to eat. The large, round lotus seed, once peeled, revealed a milky-white kernel—truly beautiful. Yang Sen didn't eat it; he held it in his hand, admiring the plump, white kernel between his fingers, which emitted a delicate fragrance, its tip gradually darkening with a blackish tip. Ah, doesn't this look just like Aunt Yun's breasts? These past few days, Yang Sen had thought Aunt Yun's breasts resembled watermelons. Now, they looked more like lotus seeds. This thought thrilled Yang Sen, and he rushed into Aunt Yun's courtyard. His eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the red curtains of Aunt Yun's bedroom behind the peach tree through the crack in the door, and he knocked eagerly.

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