[Making a Sedan Chair at Liuhe] (Part 7)

Author: Kongshanqiao,
first published on the forum on August 20, 2016.
The night before a storm is usually sweltering, just like tonight. Liu Shu had barely stepped out of Hua Feng's car when he was shoved
into a huge steamer basket, the rising heat seeming to evaporate all the moisture from his body. The small
puddle in front of the door had long since dried up; the frogs had all moved away, and the crickets that remained had also long since given up their work. The east end of the village was
peaceful.
It was almost dawn now. He wondered if his mother was asleep or had eaten dinner. She probably hadn't; her legs
were weak, how could she go down to the kitchen? Liu Shu felt guilty; he had eaten and drunk his fill, leaving his mother alone at home hungry.
He tiptoed upstairs, hesitant to knock on his mother's door. After hesitating for a long time, he went back to the kitchen, made a bowl of noodles,
added an extra egg, and then brought it into the room. The room was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Relying on his memory, he found
the bedside table, put down the noodles, and tried to slip away. "You think you can just leave already?" The light came on, and his mother sat up. Liu Shu
said awkwardly, "Mom, are you hungry? I cooked some noodles." Tian Xing'er glanced at the noodles, then her face suddenly changed drastically.
She grabbed a pillow and started whipping it wildly. With a loud crash, the bowl broke and the soup spilled. She wasn't stupid; the soup was scalding hot. She grabbed whatever
she could find. After all, pillows weren't expensive; she could always just get a new one. Liu Shu was stunned by the sudden turn of events and stammered
, "Mom, what are you doing?" Tian Xing'er's tears welled up: "What am I doing? I gave birth to you, raised you,
and provided for your education and training, but I never taught you to crawl between someone's legs! How can you be so ungrateful?" What kind of talk was this?
Liu Shu had never heard his mother scold him like this before. "I...I didn't do anything," Tian Xing'er trembled. "Fine
, fine, you still won't be honest even now! You didn't do anything? What's on your face?" Liu Shu quickly touched his face; it was greasy
—it was Hua Feng's lipstick mark. He was exposed. He absolutely refused to admit he'd crawled between someone's legs; it hadn't
happened in the first place. Stubbornly, he remained silent, letting her think what she wanted. He wouldn't engage. Seeing her son ignoring her, Tian Xing'er
angrily threw her phone, towel, and blanket at him—using everything she could—she was almost ready to throw herself out. That
wasn't all. She thrashed about, pounding the bed with all her might, ignoring her injured foot, and screamed hysterically, "Get out!
Get out!" Willow Tree immediately rolled away; otherwise, he might get bitten.
He rolled back to his room and didn't sleep all night. When dawn broke, it started raining heavily outside. He hated
rain anyway, thinking the weather was like a woman's face, changing in an instant. After calming down and reflecting, he
realized the problem lay with Hua Feng. They say two tigers can't share one mountain, and by that logic, two
phoenixes couldn't perch on one tree either. His mother and Hua Feng were those two phoenixes, and they were mortally at odds.
Don't be fooled by his mother's gentle demeanor; if someone tried to take her cub, who would she peck at? Even a rabbit will bite when cornered! But it seemed she had pecked the wrong target
—her own cub. But perhaps it was a trick she played, something like "pacifying the interior before resisting external aggression,"
to teach this fool a lesson and make him remember it, so that outsiders wouldn't take advantage of him.
A heavy rain lasted for two days and two nights, sweeping away the accumulated heat, and the wind blowing in from the window was cool and refreshing
. Tian Xing'er didn't get up until noon, feeling hungry, and had to cook for herself; she resolutely resisted her unfilial
son's cooking. For two days, mother and son didn't speak, each doing their own thing, washing clothes, cooking, making medicine, and applying foot dressings—all
done by Tian Xing'er herself. Grandpa Liu's folk remedy was truly effective; after just a few applications, her injured foot could stand and walk again
. While it couldn't be said to be completely healed, it was just around the corner. Tian Xing'er was chopping vegetables at the cutting board when her son arrived; she would presumably have to cook for him.
Liu Shu saw his mother was also there, so he had to wait for her to finish before cooking himself. With nothing else to do, he sat there sending WeChat messages, sending messages
to Aunt Feng.
"Auntie, are you there? I'll come find you after I finish eating, or I can eat at your place."
"What's wrong? Missing me? Humph, you only remembered me after two days! Where did you leave me?"
"I've been busy."
"Busy trying to appease your mother, haven't you? You don't want me anymore now that you have your own mother! Bah! Heartless! No man is any good
!"
"Stop with the nonsense. Are you there or not? I'm coming to find you."
"No, I've come to the provincial capital."
"Oh, what for?"
"I bought a house here and came to apply for a loan."
Liu Shu felt a pang of sadness. Look at them, buying a car and a house, living so comfortably. Then look at his family. His father
has been away on construction projects for at least six or seven years. He hasn't bought a house for his wife and children, not even in the county town, let alone the provincial capital.
No one would believe that construction doesn't make money, so where did all the money go? Liu Shu was completely baffled
. Suddenly, a bad thought popped into his head: Could it be that he bought the house but gave it to another woman? Thinking of his father
, honest and kind, that was absolutely impossible. But appearances can be deceiving; the outside world is dazzling and alluring, and how many men who make money
can resist temptation? Thinking this, Liu Shu broke out in a cold sweat and glanced guiltily at his mother. This glance startled him again;
his mother's shoulders were shaking, clearly sobbing. He couldn't ignore it now that he'd seen her. Liu Shu stepped forward, put his arm around his mother's shoulder, and
softly called her name. Tian Xing'er put down the kitchen knife, covered her face, and burst into tears, her sobs heart-wrenching and pitiful. Liu Shu could no longer avoid the situation; he hugged his mother, comforting and apologizing, only lamenting that he lacked the knowledge to write 　　sweet words
when the time came .
Tian Xing'er repeatedly pounded her son's chest, scolding him for being heartless and unfilial: "You haven't come to see me for two days,
as if I'm dead, waaaah..." Liu Shu racked his brains trying to figure out how to break off a branch, then suddenly had a brilliant idea, saying, "Mom, don't we look
like Black Soil and White Cloud now?" Black Soil and White Cloud were characters from a skit, just for fun. Tian Xing'er laughed through her tears,
scolding, "Go away, they're a couple, you can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth!" Whatever couple, as long as it worked, that was enough
. Liu Shu secretly rejoiced: "Mom, are you still angry with me?" Tian Xing'er sighed: "Alas, I don't have that ability.
You'll grow up..." " Now that you've grown strong, can I still treat you like a child? As long as you don't forget your mother and don't despise
me, I'll be content." Willow Tree was overjoyed and replied repeatedly, "Oh, how could I despise you? Even if I get married, I
won't forget you!" Tian Xing'er blushed, "What are you saying? Calling you a gossip is really not an exaggeration."
Sometimes a woman's understanding is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. What Willow Tree said was just ordinary talk, but to Tian
Xing'er, it had a hidden meaning. If the old man Zhuangzi were alive today, he would probably ride his horse to ask for
the interpretation of the butterfly dream. Of course, Tian Xing'er couldn't interpret dreams; she wasn't a fortune teller or a wizard. However, her smile resolved the two days of...
A dark cloud had gathered over the mother and son.
Once the cloud dissipated, the atmosphere lightened considerably. The two gathered to discuss lunch. The son suggested stir-frying
for better flavor, while the mother recommended soup. They only had enough ingredients for one person; a bowl of soup after the meat would be filling. After all, Liu Shu
was a man, and Tian Xing'er ultimately agreed. The meal, though simple, was eaten with relish, as if
enjoying a candlelight dinner on Valentine's Day. Liu Shu licked the plates clean, making all sorts of funny faces, which amused his mother
. After the meal, Tian Xing'er, with great interest, invited her son to chat, discussing various topics to show that they were reconciled
. Liu Shu naturally went along with his mother, but as a young man with limited experience, chatting with women was his weakness
; he didn't know where to begin. Tian Xing'er, however, was an elder and had more experience, making it easy for her to start a conversation
.
"Shu, you're almost twenty, haven't you found a girl you like? Tell me which one you've got your eye on, and I'll
arrange a marriage for you."
"Mom, why are you saying this? A man's ambition lies in the world, all this romantic stuff should be put aside. Besides, twenty
is too early. Don't you see those city girls, aren't they all in their thirties or forties before they get married?"
"The other day Yangzi said something about you… I thought you were pregnant!"
"Don't listen to his nonsense, that bastard's gone mad, he's blaming everyone. Mom, can't you say something else? This is
annoying."
"Alright, alright, Shu, why do men only like women who dress up?"
Who doesn't love a woman who dresses up? Only an idiot or a lunatic wouldn't. Hearing this, Liu Shu became wary.
His mother always talked about love. The night before last, she lost her temper because he was with Hua Feng, so he was
being careful not to get caught up in her words.
"Well, women who dress up are often all show and no substance, focusing on appearances while neglecting inner qualities. To put
it bluntly, they're just pretty faces, lacking substance. I don't really like them." Even Liu Shu himself was surprised by his own eloquence; he hadn't expected to have
such a way with words, and a hint of smugness crept into his eyes.
"Oh? So what kind do you like?"
Liu Shu recalled the time he and Yu Man'er rolled around in the grass, when he told himself he wanted to marry someone like his mother—big butt, plump breasts,
comfortable to sleep with, and good for bearing children. "Me..." He deliberately only said half of his sentence, glancing at his mother. His mother happened to
glance at him too, and their eyes met. The rest was self-evident; they both understood. Tian Xing'er blushed and
finally decided to get to the point.
"Tree, if—I mean, if something bad happens someday, what will you do?"
"What bad thing?"
"It's not really bad, just like, for example, someone did something that they feel no
guilt about and didn't wrong anyone, but everyone thinks…thinks it's shameful. If you were in that situation, what would you do?"
"When have I ever done anything like that?"
"Oh, didn't I say it was just an example? Answer quickly, don't go off on a tangent."
Willow Tree wanted to say "let it be," but felt it was too vulgar and not elegant enough, so he flipped through his tattered dictionary and finally
found the phrase "when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it." While not entirely accurate, it wasn't bad either.
Willow Tree's words were meant as a sarcastic remark, but Tian Xing'er took them as encouragement. On the eve of the Lunar New Year,
after a fit of rage, Tian Xing'er secretly made a shocking decision. She knew
the potential disastrous consequences of implementing it, but facing such a formidable opponent as Hua Feng, she craved victory, especially since
the target of their struggle was her son—something she couldn't afford to lose. Therefore, after countless attempts to abolish
it, she immediately re-established it. For two days, she painstakingly sought public support, but
how could a simple village woman like her compile a plethora of platitudes like a scholar? What she knew were nothing more than ethical
principles, the hierarchy of ruler and subject, father and son—none of which were applicable. Now, her son's statement gave her a glimmer of
hope, further solidifying her belief that her choice was correct.
Liu Shu racked his brains, trying to figure out how to end the conversation. Chatting with elders was utterly boring; he even regretted
agreeing to his mother's request. Coincidentally, Tian Xing'er also didn't want to continue. She had gained support, she was satisfied, and so she said she wanted to
rest and sleep. Liu Shu immediately went along with it, but he didn't sleep. Firstly, he was happy that the misunderstanding had been resolved, and secondly, he still
had unfinished business: sending WeChat messages.
"Honey, are you there?"
"Who's your honey? So cheesy! I'm not here!"
"When are you coming back?"
"I don't know yet. The paperwork is almost done, but after that, I still have to wait for approval, about ten to twenty working days."
"That takes so long! How does the bank operate?"
"There's nothing I can do; that's their policy. By the way, I'm going to go out for a stroll with some friends during this free time
. I won't be going back for now."
"Oh, what if I miss you?"
"I'll send you some photos. You can look at them if you miss me, but you have to call me 'Mom' first, hehe."
"Mom!"
"Oh, my good son, come here, Mom's giving you a kiss!"
Hua Feng sent several old photos, dressed up beautifully, perfectly matching the provincial capital's atmosphere, but Liu Shu
didn't care for that.
"Anything else? Other styles?"
After a slight silence, Hua Feng sent another picture, this time in a completely different style. It was a selfie, no
face shown, just two large, firm, snow-white breasts filling the screen, making Liu Shu's heart race.
"Anything else?"
Hua Feng sent another picture, this time showing her face. She held her phone in one hand and her breasts in the other, her eyes half-closed and lips slightly parted, exuding an
extremely seductive charm, making Liu Shu want to do his dirty work again.
"Anything else? Something even more... you know!"
"My period is here, it's bad luck."
"What's bad luck?"
"Don't you know? Ask your aunt."
Liu Shu was puzzled. What did this have to do with his aunt? He didn't want to ask again, as it would make him seem ignorant, so he
pretended to reply, "Oh, oh, then it's important to get things done, don't delay, we'll talk about it later." However,
after waiting for a long time without a reply, he figured the other party really had something to do, so he had to give up.
After lying in bed for half a day, Liu Shu reopened the photo of Hua Feng holding a breast, and suddenly had a whim to pet it.
He just wanted to kill some time, since he was bored anyway. Without further ado, he excitedly pulled down his pants and saw his penis already
erect and waiting. He couldn't help but laugh and curse, "You little bastard, what's the rush? You'll get what's coming to you later!" and started working.
He'd never seen Hua Feng's lower body, so he could only guess—it must be as plump as her breasts, you slut, hurry
up and get down on all fours, I like to fuck you while looking at your ass! Oh, lying down like that makes me look like my mom? He had seen his mother
lying on her ass naked twice. Once was when the village chief invaded, and she ran away in fright, crying on the blanket, her
big, white, plump ass exposed to her son; the other time was when he was applying medicine to his mother, he not only saw it but also reached inside
, the creamy, smooth feel still vivid in his memory. But he'd never seen his mother's front either time,
a great regret.
Willow Tree, thinking of his mother's large, white buttocks, moved his hands faster and harder, until just as he felt a tingling, tingling sensation, his mother
entered at the perfect moment, as silently as a fox spirit. "Ah!" Willow Tree nearly died of fright. "Ah!" Tian
Xing'er also nearly died of fright. The latter "Ah!" came a little later than the former, but it wasn't intentional on
her part; it was simply that her reaction time was slower. Reaction speed varies depending on who you are: men are faster, women are slower; teenagers are faster
, middle-aged people are slower. Combined, Tian Xing'er was naturally outmatched by her son. She left the room, still
shaken. Her son came out, angrily demanding, "Why didn't you knock first?" Tian Xing'er,
her eyes welling with tears, said, "How was I supposed to know what you were doing in there? You always come in like this, it wasn't intentional
. From now on, I'll knock first." Liu Shu waved impatiently, "Alright, alright, what is it? Speak!"
Tian Xing'er said, "The water heater seems to be broken. I wanted to ask you to take a look."
Liu Shu was skilled at repairing woodwork, but not water heaters. After struggling for a while, he couldn't find the problem and had to give up, "I
'll go find a repairman." Tian Xing'er, who had been watching for a while, casually suggested, "Could the batteries be dead
?" Liu Shu's mind immediately clicked. He quickly changed the batteries and it worked. Look at this mess! A battery has caused such
a huge problem. Willow Tree, fuming, was about to leave without a word when his mother stopped him. Annoyed, he asked, "What is it now?"
Tian Xing'er said, "I want to take a bath." Willow Tree was taken aback: "Then go ahead and take a bath. Do you need to report this?" Tian Xing'er
hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Um, Tree, could you scrub me? You haven't scrubbed Mom in a long time."
It had been a long time, over ten years, hadn't it? Back then, Willow Tree was just a little kid, and his mother naturally didn't guard against him.
Now, if anyone dared to call him a little kid, he'd scrub them to death. So, this was probably inappropriate. However, he agreed.
As a son, it was only right to show filial piety, and his mother's request wasn't unreasonable.
Scrubbing in the bathhouse used to be commonplace, everywhere you looked. But now it's different. If two men
scrub each other, people say you're gay; if a man and a woman scrub each other, people say you're a prostitute! That's why there are fewer and
fewer bathhouse scrubbers these days. Nobody wants to do it. People nowadays live better lives, but their thoughts have become corrupted; the saying "when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust"
seems to hold true.
Tian Xing'er went to get a towel and a change of clothes, while Liu Shu waited. Even though it was only a few minutes, he felt it was too long. He
wanted to take out a cigarette, but was afraid of offending others with the smell. In a moment, his mother returned, with a snow-white towel and clean bra and panties
. Tian Xing'er went into the bathroom and, seeing that her son hadn't followed, said, "Come in, don't just stand there." Liu Shu followed her
in: "Aren't you going to get a stool?" Tian Xing'er said, "No, I won't. I'll just stand here."
After tying up her hair, she began to undress. She undressed rather slowly, but quite generously, offering herself completely naked to her son. Having
not been to the fields for a long time, her belly had developed some fat, but it was as white as a fish's belly, and she didn't think it looked too bad.
Actually, at her age, a little bit of extra weight is acceptable. One shouldn't completely dismiss extra weight; everything
has its value. Take stinky tofu, for example—it's stinky enough, but some people love it to death. Willow Tree stared at his mother
's belly as if he'd encountered a ghost, his soul seemingly gone. Luckily, his mother said in time, "What are you looking at? It's not like I haven't
seen it before. You've gotten fat, it's ugly," thus pulling him back from the two gentlemen's gaze.
Willow Tree, still somewhat dazed from his recent loss of consciousness, remained stunned for a while before recovering. He poured water on his mother's chest
, and in an instant, he thought of Hua Feng's breasts and began to compare them. Which was better, those two or these two?
Hua Feng, aggressive and domineering, retorted: "You disagree? Show me!" My mother's beauty and intelligence, her understated
elegance, all exuded a maternal charm. As for the rest—big, white, perfectly round—they were all the
same. So she smugly thought: In Liuhe, who else but me could have all four breasts? But she said,
"Mom, your breasts are so big! My dad is so lucky!" Tian Xing'er's face flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Isn't it your
good fortune?"
Of course, it was also Liushu's good fortune; he grew so strong and sturdy entirely thanks to those breasts. Then he heard Tian Xing'er
mutter to herself, "It's starting to fall." Liu Shu quickly flattered her, "That's still pretty!" Tian Xing'er smiled and said,
"What do you know? Women look better when they're perky. I don't look good like this." Liu Shu tried his best to please
her, and Tian Xing'er's face lit up with a smile when she heard the praise. Her back arched involuntarily, and with that arch, her breasts trembled
like an old woman drunk, her cherry-sized nipples pointing even higher. The son enjoyed watching his mother's trembling breasts, but after a while,
Tian Xing'er became embarrassed. She pinched and scolded, "Why don't you do
something? When will you be done watching?"
Liu Shu wanted to say that he wouldn't be done, but he couldn't tease his mother because of her thin skin, so he started to touch her. He grabbed
her breasts and smacked them, filling them up completely. Milk skin squeezed out from between his fingers, as if trying to extract oil and make a mess
.
Perhaps her son had squeezed too hard, hurting Tian Xing'er. She wanted to complain, but then thought that she was dressed
like a lamb, how could she protest against the person wielding the knife? She could only resign herself to being slaughtered. However, she felt a sliver of satisfaction.
These two precious children, once cherished by the head of the household every day, were now something he probably didn't care for anymore. Having her son inherit them would prevent
the treasures from falling into the wrong hands. But there was another person who had squeezed them—the village chief. Thinking of that night, Tian Xing'er
gritted her teeth and hated him even more, extending that hatred to his wife and son as well. The village chief's wife was that vixen surnamed Hua.
This woman was the most despicable. It was one thing for her husband to bully others, but now she wanted to take advantage herself. Was the
Liu family destined to be a ruined family, allowing others to bully them? No, she couldn't let her succeed! Tian Xing'er couldn't help but...
She gripped her son tightly, afraid he'd be kidnapped.
"What's wrong?" Liu Shu asked hastily, not wanting to offend his mother. Tian Xing'er snapped out of her daze, loosened
her grip, and said, "Nothing, you wash, don't scrub." Liu Shu didn't scrub; he couldn't bear to wrinkle his skin. He lathered up the foam,
gently rubbed, rinsed it off, and then asked again, "Should I wash down there?" Tian Xing'er seemed to hear him, but not quite. She just thought
her son was too talkative; how could a woman like her have the nerve to ask someone to do that? Liu Shu wasn't so
calculating. Seeing his mother remain silent, he didn't say anything more. He quickly rinsed her breasts and belly and was about to leave
when his arm tightened again. He looked up and met his mother's eyes. He could
n't tell if it was resentment, anger, pity, or love, but the shimmering light in her eyes told him to stay. Tian Xing
leaned against her son, resting her head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Wash wherever you like." She then reassured him that her lower body
was being cared for. The water flowed again, over her neck, back, and waist, the willow branch brushing past these areas before settling
on her buttocks. Her mother's buttocks weren't as soft and pink as her breasts; they were much firmer and slippery,
easily slipping away with the slightest lapse in attention. The willow branch discarded the showerhead and used both hands. This resulted in an indescribably bizarre posture between mother and son:
the son embracing his mother, fully clothed, while the mother was naked; the son cradling his mother's buttocks, while the mother stood on
tiptoe close to her son's chest—a far cry from a proper bath. Willow Tree groped around for a while, then parted its two
fleshy buttocks and probed towards the crevice. The moment it touched the radiating folds, both bodies shuddered simultaneously. Tian Xing'er
clung tightly to her son, her anus desperately contracting into her belly. She contracted, but her son didn't; Willow Tree bulged out,
his hard member poking at his mother's soft belly, causing her pain. Willow Tree tried to pry his fingers away, but
the anus was like the mouth of a vacuum cleaner, requiring considerable effort. He couldn't help but laugh inwardly—was this some kind of magic trick practiced
on this little hole? Tian Xing'er's ear was pressed against her son's heart, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. She pinched his waist hard
and punched his back twice as punishment.
Willow Tree finally dared not go any further. He knew it was a forbidden area, especially for him, as her son. Even though
his mother had let him touch her rear end, if she really went too far and disturbed the grain field, she might stir up a hornet's nest, and it would be
a losing proposition. A woman's heart is unfathomable, fickle and unpredictable. Even her own mother, who could truly know her thoughts? It was
better to be conservative; caution is the best policy.
Tian Xing'er, having had her rear end touched for so long, felt the urge to relieve herself. Seeing her stomach slowly rising, she quickly pushed her son away
, giving him a resentful look. It was truly a case of "don't try to guess a mother's thoughts." Willow Tree thought his mother was chasing him away and wisely
left. Actually, he didn't know that his mother's true intention was exactly the opposite: she was annoyed that he hadn't changed locations. Harvesting grain
without storing it in the granary would be a waste of time! This, perhaps, is the price of youth.

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