【A Country Girl】(09-12) Author: Xiaolingdao

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Chapter Nine:

What needed to be sold was sold, what needed to be paid was paid, and there was basically nothing left to do in the fields. People seemed
unable to to the leisurely time; their energy seemed to have no outlet. So, complaints and disputes
all came to the township government. The former tranquility was replaced by noise. Trivial matters kept the leaders and
colleagues in each office extremely busy, except for my office, which was in charge of science and education. So I
took the initiative to go to each office, helping my colleagues complain and persuade. Perhaps it was my reasoning, citing classical texts, that convinced people,
or perhaps it was my "scholarly" status that inspired awe, but most of the problems that others couldn't solve were easily
resolved As a result, I gained the gratitude of most of my colleagues in the township government and the recognition of the leaders.
While solving problems, I also

gradually accumulated an understanding of the villagers from their fragmented words.

In my spare time, I would also find time to chat with the leaders, gleaning information from their casual remarks. Since I
wanted needed to understand their interests first; catering to their tastes would be much more effective.

Cultural life in rural areas is scarce, especially in my mountainous hometown. Watching a movie was like
celebrating the New Year; radios were merely decorative due to the mountainous terrain, and most people didn't even know what a television was. People worked from sunrise
to sunset, and in the evenings, those who could afford it went to bed early, repeating the same age-old entertainment; those who couldn't would
gather together to indulge in fantasies and talk about sex, but when it came to serious discussions about sex, everyone
avoided it like the plague.

The lack of knowledge led to an amusing incident: a family was told the husband had to undergo sterilization in
the county . The wife, carrying eggs and some produce, went to the county family planning office, kneeling on the ground,
tears streaming down her face, pleading with the leaders: "Our village doesn't have as many entertainment options as your city. This is all we have to do at night.
If you cut his penis, how will we live in the future?" The county family planning office leaders looked at each other,
bewildered.

It was within this primitive, crude, and taboo understanding that many distorted rules and warped
morals arose, and of course, many absurd things occurred

. As I gradually learned, almost every leader in the township government had their own extramarital affairs. Therefore,
going to the city for meetings with these people became a matter of course. After several high-ranking leaders came to the county town with me for meetings
, gradually no one said my business was doing well anymore. Instead, they said, "Look
how convenient it is for everyone with this shop! He works during the day, runs the business at night, and also takes care of his girlfriend. It's too hard on him, too much for him."
Even the way people addressed me at the township government

changed imperceptibly. Everyone started calling me "Old Cao..." Little Cao became Old Cao, and my
business was booming.

My shop's business also boomed. With the off-season for farming, everyone was just feeding their poultry and livestock or
growing some vegetables near their houses. Large bags of feed and fertilizer went unsold, so I broke them down into smaller bags of one or two kilograms each,
and business was surprisingly good, with profits multiplying.

My girlfriend's business was also booming. I stopped scolding her during the day, and when I had
some a few minutes to visit her and talk to her. After lunch, she no longer cleaned up alone; I would help
her with the laundry. I only occasionally told her directly at night not to tell others that she slept at my place
.

That evening, she took the initiative, tickling me as soon as she got into bed. Her little hands kept
rubbing against my waist and armpits, and I pretended to resist or beg for mercy. Sometimes she would imitate me by blowing on my face, and I
would make faces at her. Sometimes she would make demands, from her initial timidity to her current commanding tone: "Daddy, I
want to ride a horse." I would lie on the bed, letting her increasingly bouncy little bottom bounce against my waist. Sometimes,
when she wasn't paying attention, I would suddenly thrust my hips, and she would cry out and fall onto my back, but immediately straighten up and give
my bottom a couple of slaps, shouting triumphantly, "Serves you right for being disobedient, giddy up!"

I would laugh out loud, and she would giggle too.

Since it's a game, there should be the right to control, the right to choose, and the right to win. That's what makes
a game appealing. If it's just about passively accepting whatever comes your way, you'll always
be the loser, and even the best game won't be fun.

I granted her every request. I wanted her to feel that during these joyful moments, I wasn't her father,
but rather her older brother or a playmate of the same age.

She writhed excitedly on top of me, my desire growing stronger with each passing moment. My little brother was already throbbing with anticipation
, yet I waited. This struggle against lust was intriguing; the longer the wait,
the greater the expectation, and the stronger the satisfaction.

I felt a slight chill on my back, unsure if it was from her vaginal lubrication or
the lubricant . I didn't know, nor did I want to. I'd already put the lubricant in; I didn't want to wait until
I was already aroused to have to lubricate myself—that would be a real downer.

My penis throbbed nervously, as if telling me it was ready.

I reached back and held her waist, shifting my body to the side. She cried out and tumbled off me. I rolled over,
parting her delicate legs, allowing my eager little brother to squeeze into her tender, red opening.

My penis swam joyfully inside the girl's body like a fish in water, my testicles eagerly tapping against
her small entrance, as if pleading, "Let me in, let me in!"

I looked at the girl; her face was flushed, her chest heaving with each breath, a mischievous smile playing on her lips,
her eyes fixed on me.

At this moment, the girl seemed to quiet down, perhaps not because she wanted to, but because she didn't yet know how to move
gracefully with the in-and-out motion of my penis. At the point where her two labia met, I could vaguely see a
tiny bud trembling slightly with the movement.

I couldn't resist gently rubbing that tiny bud, no bigger than a mung bean.

Occasionally, deep inside, the girl's buttocks would wiggle a few times, her tender legs squeezing against my waist as if trying to close.
Had I hurt her? I quickly looked up at the girl; she didn't seem to be in any discomfort. The girl looked...
When I looked at her, she immediately wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue. I loved seeing her stick out her tongue and make faces
; a childlike impulse arose, and I reached out to grab her tongue.

Her tongue retracted quickly, only managing to grab her lips.

I laughed, a childlike smile spreading across my face.

She laughed, radiant like a flower.

My little brother, deep within the cavern, also secretly laughed, grinning foolishly, drool flowing everywhere.

She had become interested in my body. While washing me, she was no longer as coy as before, but instead
held my drooping little brother, examining it from side to side, her eyes gleaming with a strange light.

"Where's the bone?" Suddenly, she blurted out this seemingly nonsensical question, as if talking to herself.

"Bone? What bone?"

She didn't answer, but simply shook my little brother, still in her hand. Oh, so that's what she meant.
I said, "Come up and sleep here. I'll tell you something once you're in bed."

I got into bed, and my daughter rested her head on my arm, her eyes blinking as she looked at me. I looked back at her.

Suddenly, I realized this was a difficult question to answer. Should I give her a sex education lesson? Terms like "corpus cavernosum
"

and "erection" might only confuse her more. After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "Daddy, you...how come you still have hair growing down there?"

I paused, immediately understanding what she meant, and suppressed a laugh, saying seriously, "You're still little. You'll have hair when you
grow up ."

She shook her head and said, "Really? I don't want it, it looks awful."

"Oh, how does it look awful?" I asked.

"Curly, and not neat at all," she judged, running her hand through her
own smooth hair.

"Oh, it's just not combed properly. Can you comb it for me?" I teased her.

Hearing this, Niu got up from the bed, picked up her small wooden comb, sat down next to my waist, and carefully began to
comb her hair. First, she combed upwards, then tilted her head to look at it for a while, seemingly dissatisfied. She then quickly combed downwards,
using her other hand to help. After a while, she seemed to still feel it wasn't right, so she started combing to the sides. After working on it for
a long time, she still seemed to be missing the mark. Finally, she looked up, puffed out her cheeks, and said very seriously, "It
's not neat, Dad."

"Hahaha..." I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

Niu saw me laughing and knew she was mistaken, but she didn't understand exactly what was wrong. She could only
sit there , and grin foolishly at me. I reached out and pulled Niu close, giving her a big
kiss on her peach-blossom-like face: "Niu, you're so incredibly innocent!"

Chapter Ten:

Waking up in the morning, the courtyard was full of fallen leaves. Looking up, the maple trees revealed their withered branches, carpeting the ground like a tapestry of colors.
Two or three leaves, left behind by the north wind, shimmered in the morning sun on the treetops. The birch trees, which were a golden cloud until
yesterday , were now emaciated, their remaining leaves like yellow butterflies of late spring,
scattered here and there.

During the day, the azure sky was high and clear; the sunlight was bright and beautiful. But the morning mist and the evening wind
clearly told people that late autumn had departed and early winter was quietly approaching.

Perhaps people had adapted to the leisurely days, or perhaps they had found new ways to expend their energy. The township government
gradually returned to its former tranquility. Occasionally, one could see two people chatting, drinking tea, and reading newspapers in the office. I too
began to adapt to this idle work, occasionally wandering around the office before returning home. In my spare time, I would sit in
the courtyard of the small shop, basking in the sun and reading a book. After all, the office was just across the street, so I could get there quickly if needed.

Zhizhi came, carrying a bundle.

"Uncle Cao," Zhizhi called out, handing me the bundle. Niu scurried inside to get some snacks.
I opened the bundle and saw some eggs. They were clearly selected; they were all roughly the same size and had red shells
. People in my hometown have always believed that red-shelled eggs are very nutritious.

Zhizhi spoke again: "Uncle Cao, my mom asked me to bring this. She said you were ripped off when you bought things from me last time, so
this is to thank you."

I immediately handed it back, saying, "Go back and tell your mom there's no need to thank me. It's such a small thing, no need to thank me."

I'd heard from the village secretary and a few others that after Zhizhi's father died, it was just the two of them, a widow and her child. Besides
farming, they relied on Zhizhi herding cattle and gathering firewood to supplement their income. Now that it's the off-season, those jobs are gone, and
these eggs are their important source of income. How could I accept them? Zhizhi firmly refused: "My mom said
this is to thank you, you must have it."

Fine, I'll accept it then. I'll just take something back with me when I get home. I turned around and told Niu and Zhizhi to go play together,
while I sat at the shop entrance reading. Occasionally, passersby would pass by, and I'd glance at them or
respond when they greeted me.

In the distance, I saw a small red dot, seemingly wearing red clothes. In the gray early winter scenery,
it stood out like a delicate flower. Not many people in the countryside wear red like that. I watched
with interest as the small red dot drew closer and became clearer.

It was a pretty girl, probably seventeen or eighteen, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was very pretty,
her unadorned face smooth and radiant, her natural beauty carrying a touch of simplicity and wildness. Her well-proportioned figure and
brisk gait exuded vitality. "Beautiful," I thought to myself.

The girl walked straight up to me: "Buy a bag of candy." Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song.

I quickly went behind the counter, took out the candy for her, and she lowered her head to give me the money, then hurriedly turned and left,
leaving behind a faint jasmine scent. This girl even wears perfume! That's rare in the countryside, so her family must be
quite wealthy.

When Niu and the others returned, dinner was already prepared. Before Zhizhi left, I insisted on giving her two packets of pastries and
a bottle of cooking oil.

Since being with Niu, I've developed a new perspective on matters between men and women. I've gradually come to enjoy
the playful teasing beforehand. This teasing can bring me to a peak of joy, and in a joyful mood,
everything seems interesting, especially sex. After the teasing, with its joy and exhaustion,

the slow, intimate contact is like transitioning from the turbulent waves of the Yellow River to the
shimmering a lingering experience. Compared to kissing and hugging immediately after going to bed, it has less passion but more tranquility, and this
tranquility quietly builds up energy for the greater passion to come.

Finally, the girl was tired from playing and lay on my arm, quietly waiting for my advances.

I turned to her side, my hand reaching towards her face, her delicate body.

"Daddy, Sister says you're so good," the girl said proudly.

"Oh?" I asked with interest, stroking her lower abdomen. "Is Daddy better to you or to her?"

"Of course, to me," the girl replied without hesitation.

My hand slid down further, and the girl parted her legs a little.

That day, in the heat of passion, I carelessly played with the girl's clitoris and noticed she seemed to be aroused. I remembered reading in
a book that girls who haven't entered puberty can also experience pleasure, just not as intensely as mature women. Since
she can, I should let her experience it too. As Mencius said, "Sharing pleasure is better than enjoying it alone."

I gently circled her clitoris with my fingers, very lightly, and asked, "Girl, guess
where Daddy's touching?"

Before, I spoke to distract her, but now that I noticed her reaction, I wanted to bring her attention
back to this. We'd already shared psychological pleasure; the physical satisfaction should be on the table. A simple
meal isn't enough; we need to turn it into a full-blown feast. There's much more to come. She
pouted and remained silent.

"Has anyone touched you here before?" I asked again, watching her, hoping to find something.

Sure enough, she became a little uncomfortable. I'm a native of this area; the games children play in my hometown are limited.
It would be strange if she said she'd never been touched before.

Hehe, it's fine if she doesn't answer. Isn't this how it always starts with a new activity?
She'll get used to it eventually.

I slid down the stream to the entrance and circled it.

"Girl, guess where Daddy's touching now?" I continued to guide her attention, but she remained silent.

"Here's a pretty little house, like a princess's cave.
On either side of it are two pretty little doors, like flower petals." As I said this, I pinched her labia minora and
continued, "When you open the doors, it's all pink inside. The ceiling is red, and there are beautiful
stalactites The left and right walls are covered in pink moss, smooth and
warm. There's a pink carpet on the floor, so soft to walk on..."

As I fabricated this beautiful "fairytale," I slowly inserted my fingers,
pressing them wherever I described. The inside was damp and warm. I hadn't used lubricant today;
the dampness was all generated by the girl herself. I was secretly delighted. My fingers moved around inside, twisting and turning like a little
eel rolling in a mud pit.

I suddenly sighed: If only a human penis could bend like a finger! It seems even
the Creator has oversights.

The cave grew increasingly moist, and I grew more and more excited. Today was a different day; I would rely on the girl's own
lubrication to complete everything.

As I pressed my penis against the entrance, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, so I only
prepared at the entrance, waiting for the right moment.

"One day, a prince rode in on horseback because he heard that a lovely little
princess , so the prince came to find her. The prince knocked on the door first, and then went inside..." As
the words flowed, I held the prince and knocked a few times on her petals, then slowly inserted it.

"The prince went inside, walked on the warm carpet, and looked everywhere for the princess, but he didn't see her.
So he started searching and searching, looking to the left, not there, then to the right, not there either. Was
she hiding up there? The prince looked up, searching and searching..."

My penis went in and out, thrusting left and right. The girl's face was flushed, and her eyes weren't as
bright when she looked at me; they seemed somewhat dazed, whether she was immersed in a fairy tale or intoxicated by her own body and mind, I didn't know.

I continued, delving deeper: "The prince couldn't find the princess and was very anxious, so he searched the innermost part of the house.
Finally he found the princess, who was tiny, like a pea, and named 'The Princess and the Pea.' As soon as the prince saw her,
he happily kissed her, and the princess was also very happy. So the two of them played hide-and-seek inside, with the prince running out and
back , always kissing the princess when he went in. The prince... the prince..."

Oh my God, I don't know if this great prince and princess story I created can
touch the girl's heart, but it had an unexpected effect on me. After only a short while, I became very hot
and didn't have time to control myself. The volcano erupted, and the prince, princess, and the little house were all
submerged in the scalding lava...

The girl in red often came to buy things, and over time, we became familiar with each other, but I didn't dare to talk to her.
If someone misunderstood and thought I was making advances on her, the consequences would be very serious.

People in my hometown are unpredictable when it comes to judging things. Two equally beautiful women might be viewed differently: one might be
revered as a celestial being, admired and envied by everyone, while the other might be seen as a demon, getting a basin of foot-washing water
poured over her head as she walks. There's no logic to it; it's all about gut feeling. Plus, matters between men and women are prone
to speculation, so it's best to avoid getting involved. If she happens to be in the shop when she comes, I
just nod to her as a greeting, then quickly move away or go sit in the office.

Niu seems to be getting closer to her, and she seems to get along well with Niu too. After I leave, she
lingers , sometimes even opening her snacks and sharing some with Niu, chatting as they eat. This
is good; Zhizhi doesn't come often, so this girl can keep Niu company.

Before I knew it, the year was drawing to a close. I took a portion of the profits to the township government and gave it to the Party Secretary and the village head, saying that the small shop had received
the leaders' attention, and this money was for some office supplies. The two leaders were surprised by this good fortune and happily
accepted the money, even pretending to ask for a receipt. Humph, a receipt is just a blank slip; they'll just use it secretly later anyway.
Since I was giving them a favor, I decided to be generous. So I said, "Forget it, a receipt would go into the treasury. This little bit of money will be considered
a source of revenue , so we don't have to report to higher authorities later when we need it. Just put some money in whatever office is lacking;
you two can decide." The implication was that they should decide how to divide it. The two leaders smiled knowingly and
said in unison, "Good, good, you, Lao Cao, are so thoughtful."

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, I sent someone to call Shengwa over, gave him Niu's wages, and some
fruits pastries. I called Niu over and said to Shengwa, "It's almost New Year's, so you can take these things home and try them." Then, in front of them...
Shengwa gave Niu a red envelope, saying, "This is your New Year's money. You can take it after the third day of the New Year.
Don't let Niu go through the New Year with empty pockets. Also, when you go back home, you're not allowed to hit her, scold her, or make her do heavy work. If
you hit her, scold her, or make her tired, or if she doesn't do her job well here, I'll deduct her wages."

Shengwa nodded repeatedly, his eyes crinkling with a smile. He reached out and pulled Niu over, saying, "Niu, quickly say goodbye to Daddy and
come home the New Year."

Watching the father and daughter disappear from sight, I turned back to the shop with a slight sense of loss, took the gifts I wanted to bring
home , and started my journey home. It was getting dark earlier and earlier, especially in the mountainous areas. While those
living on the plains were praising the beautiful sunset where "the sun disappears below the horizon,"
the sun had already tumbled into the valley. If I didn't leave soon, I wouldn't be able to get home before dark.

Chapter Eleven. On

the third day of the Lunar New Year, a rare sunny day, I was out visiting relatives when my nephew ran up to me, telling me to
come home because he had urgent business. I was about to leave when my host family insisted I have a meal before letting me go. I had no choice but to quickly
finish my meal and say goodbye.

It was almost dark when I got home. As soon as I entered, I saw the dining table already set. My two older brothers and their wives
, along with my cousin, were all inside. I went in to greet them, and then we all sat around the table. According to rural custom, adult
women are generally not allowed to sit at the table. Only after my repeated requests did my cousin and sister-in-law finally sit down. My mother
went to the kitchen to cook.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked, "Dad, what's the matter that you called me back?"

My dad glared at me. "There must be something you need. What is it? Ask your sister."

"Niu'er," my cousin interrupted before I could ask, still calling me by my childhood nickname, "These three
brothers are all very capable and righteous. If you become relatives with them, no one in this village will dare
to bully you. Don't think that just because you work in the township government you're so great. In this village, many things still need these
people to get things done."

"Wait, wait, sister, what is it? I'm getting more and more confused." I interrupted my cousin.

My two sisters-in-law burst into laughter. "Sister is finding you a wife."

"Huh?" My brain short-circuited instantly, just like when my daughter suddenly recognized me as her father.

"I've met this girl before. She's very pretty, only seventeen. I had Blind Wang calculate her
fortune, and it says you two are a perfect match. I don't know what it is about my son that attracted her so much; she insists on meeting you. The
day after tomorrow is an auspicious day, so let's go take a look, okay?" My cousin said, her face beaming.

"The day after tomorrow? No, I still..." I had no intention of going on a blind date; I had to decline.

"Still? What do you mean, still? You think you're young? Look at all your childhood playmates' sons; they're all running around in the mountains now.
Are you out of your mind? I can't lose face. Your sister has been running around arranging this for you. Go the day after tomorrow!"
My dad put down the wine glass he was holding and rudely interrupted me, making the decision for me.

I know that early marriage is still a custom in the countryside. Most people in their twenties like me are already married.
Those who aren't married are from poor families. Not long after I returned to my hometown, matchmakers started coming to my door. At that time, I was
troubled by the decision to return home, and my college girlfriend broke up with me without hesitation when she heard I was coming back. She had
a strong aversion to women, so I refused them all. If someone with my conditions didn't want to find a wife, people might
think I had a physical defect, and my dad wouldn't tolerate that.

"I'll go, if it doesn't work out, don't blame me." I couldn't go against my dad's wishes, nor could I offend my cousin.

"Who says it has to work out right away? Marriage is determined by God. Go and have a match first." My cousin
was happy to reassure me when she saw that I had agreed.

After dinner, my two older brothers and dad played cards, my sisters-in-law went to take care of their naughty nephews, my cousin
helped my mom clean up, and I watched the card game for a while out of boredom before going outside to the open space.

The moonlight shone quietly on the ground, and a thin veil veiled the distant trees. Layers of clear clouds,
like smoke and mist, drifted in the moonlight.

"Niu'er, what are you doing?" I turned around and saw my cousin standing behind me. In

the moonlight, she looked even more charming than usual. I went over and took her hand. Long hours of
physical labor had made her hands a little rough, but they were still supple.

My cousin lowered her head, letting me hold her hand obediently for a while before quickly pulling it back. "Don't do that, Niu'er. It's not good
if people see. Niu'er is all grown up now; she should have her own pen."

Her soft words evoked childhood memories. I clearly remember that day,
the moonlight ...

"Did I explain everything to you clearly?" My cousin's question pulled my thoughts back from my distant childhood to the present.
Seeing my blank look, she said angrily, "Didn't you listen to what I told you?"

"No, no. Sister, I was listening."

"Hmph," my cousin expressed her dissatisfaction, "When you go, put away your airs of a college student and a department head.
You're going on a blind date, not conducting an inspection."

"Actually, you know this family. You fought with them before, the Xue family of Xiawan." My cousin mentioned it again, but
I still didn't remember. I fought with the Xue family in Xiawan a lot when I was a child. Almost everyone in Xiawan has the surname Xue, just like most
people here have the surname Cao. How could I remember so many?

The blind date was very simple; it was just a glance between the two parties, without even a word. If both sides feel their first impression is acceptable,
they'll proceed with the marriage proposal. The groom's family will give some gifts, and the two will begin dating. Eventually, they'll get engaged, have a grand wedding banquet, and the bride will move to the groom's
house. As for the legal marriage, most couples only register it after they've reached a certain age and become parents. "It's just a first meeting
, what's there to be afraid of?" I encouraged myself.

On the morning of the fifth day, after breakfast, amidst my parents' admonitions and my sister-in-law's playful banter, I followed my cousin out the door
. A magpie chirped from a tree branch by the door, "Hmm, good luck, this will work out." My cousin
looked .

Compared to my perfunctory attitude, the Xue family seemed to be making a big fuss. They even set off a small string of firecrackers when they saw my cousin and me arrive,
treating us like honored guests, which made me feel embarrassed.

Upon entering the house, we exchanged pleasantries for a while. I recognized the vaguely familiar face of the third son of the Xue family. After thinking for a long time,
I finally remembered. Without any hesitation, I called out, "Gouwa, it's you!"

The third son of the Xue family nodded happily when he saw that I recognized him. "Yes, yes, I didn't dare say anything beforehand, afraid you'd forget."

"You can forget people, but you can't forget being beaten! You and my second brother beat me so badly I rolled around in the paddy field!"
"When I got back, my dad beat me up again. Damn it, I've never suffered such a loss!" I swore, and
everyone in the room laughed.

With a good start, the atmosphere became much more relaxed, and I talked more with the Xue brothers, chatting
animatedly until a beautiful young woman appeared behind the curtain. Only then did I remember my purpose.

The Xue father spoke up: "Come, come, Qinwa, this is Director Cao, Director Cao, this is Xue Qin, my
daughter."

A girl in red! I was startled and almost cried out, but thankfully I reacted quickly and gave a textbook greeting:
"Hello, Xue sister."

"Hello, Director Cao," she replied like a parrot, glancing at me before immediately turning
away. I quickly turned my head away too.

"Come, come, let's drink!" The eldest Xue brother laughed heartily and raised his glass.

Leaving the Xue family home, I was already a little tipsy. The Xue brothers wanted to see me off, but my cousin firmly refused. Halfway
there, the alcohol kicked in, and I started to stagger. My cousin, seeing how unsteady I was, worried I'd fall,
so she put my hand on her shoulder and supported me.

It felt like I was embracing a cloud, a mist, a warm, hazy steam. I buried my face in her
rounded shoulder; her hair, her skin, the scent of fallen leaves and earth mingled into an
intoxicating fragrance. My hand unconsciously reached for her chest, but my cousin held it, preventing me from touching her,
and whispered, "Niu'er, you're all grown up now. Settle down and live your own life. I'm a mother now.
Don't think about the past, okay?"

A bird chirped somewhere. The branches swayed, and a few more yellow leaves drifted down.

I woke up around noon. At breakfast, my dad asked with a smile, "How are you?"

"Dizzy, the alcohol hasn't worn off yet," I answered honestly.

"Nonsense, I wasn't asking if you were dizzy, I was asking about your blind date."

"Oh, I did." Besides drinking, I had no recollection of anything else from yesterday.

"Of course I know you went on a blind date! I'm asking what you thought of it!" Dad was clearly angry
and yelled.

His shout jolted my still-alcohol-fighting brain back to reality. I quickly rallied myself:
"Dad, how could it be so quick? I need to think about it."

"Hmm, this is a big deal. You need to think it over. Tell your sister when you've decided." Dad seemed satisfied with my answer
. Hearing Dad's words, I looked up, listened again, and asked, "Where's my sister?"

"She went home early this morning. She's been here for a few days, and she has things to do at home," Mom said, bringing in a dish
.

I wanted to talk to my cousin, but she was gone. I felt a little disappointed.

Chapter Twelve.

In my hometown, the New Year celebrations weren't truly over until after the Lantern Festival (January 15th). By the ninth, I couldn't
stay
home any longer. A family member had become a scholar and a local official, so matchmakers came in droves to offer New Year's greetings. The days of constant drunkenness were unbearable. Using the excuse of needing to perform my duties, I hurriedly left home and returned to my comfortable abode.

I simply cooked a bowl of noodles; I was tired of the rich, meaty food I'd eaten lately, and this bowl of noodles tasted especially
delicious.

With nothing to do, I took a bath and lay in bed early, half-closing my eyes,
thinking the girl in red named Xue Qin, the small shop…

I felt I should go to Niu's house to see if she'd been beaten or scolded, so I headed there.

It was another overcast day, but it didn't look like it was going to snow. The wind was biting and dry; dust and yellow leaves lingered on the
paths , in the open spaces, and around the corners of the houses, unable to find a place to settle. A few
crows . The fields, already flooded by winter, began to freeze, shrink, and crack, the earth a
pale white. All the branches had shed their leaves, bare and suddenly aged considerably.

I hurried along the narrow path, the ice crunching under my feet, ignoring it all,
wanting only to see Niu as soon as possible.

Finally, I saw Niu's house, and I walked quickly with joy. Suddenly, I faintly heard Niu calling for her father. Was
she being beaten? I couldn't help but jog, running to her door. The big yellow dog was nowhere to be seen, and the door was ajar.

Strange, I clearly heard Niu calling for her father just now. I went into the room and saw that Shengwa's room was also closed. It wouldn't be good to go in
like this , so I peeked through the crack in the door...

Niu was lying naked on the bed, her hands and feet bound and stretched into a "big" shape. Her father
was naked on top of her, just as she said, "his buttocks were arching." Niu was twisting her body desperately,
perhaps in unbearable pain, and she shouted again, "Daddy~ Daddy~"

"You son of a bitch Shengwa, I'm going to kill you today." My anger rose from my heart, and I kicked out
. The door was ajar, and I rushed into the room with my foot, unable to stop in time, and fell to the ground with a thud.

My head hit the floor and hurt terribly. I slowly stood up and picked up the blanket from the floor.

"Daddy~", damn it, the voice in my dream was still so clear. It's really a ghost. I've been drinking
too much these past few days, and I'm hallucinating. I need to sober up. I made up the blanket, ready to go back to sleep.

"Daddy~ Daddy~" It wasn't a hallucination! I went to the window and saw Niu at the front door, carrying a big
rooster and a piece of cured pork hock in the other.

"Hey, I'll open the door." I didn't care that I was only wearing a thin shirt and pants, and I ran downstairs, opened the door,
and Niu darted in. I hurriedly closed the door again.

Niu carried the things to the kitchen, laughing, "Daddy's sleeping in, huh? I called him for ages."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going upstairs now, it's so cold." I thought to myself, those few times you called me "Daddy" almost made me kill your dad
.

I sat on the bed with my coat on, laughing at the dream I just had, when Niu came in and sat next to me. I looked at
her rosy cheeks and held her cold hand, and said, "Are you cold? Why did you come today? Didn't we agree to come
after the fifteenth?"

"I've been coming for days, and every time I see the door locked, so I have to go back." Niu muttered,
as if complaining.

"Did your dad hit you?" I was still a little indignant thinking about the dream I just had.

"No, my parents are very good to me. They even said I'm capable and can earn money." The girl said, proudly
raising head.

"Then why don't you stay home a few more days? You could play with your sister." "

My sister and her mom went to my grandma's house and won't be back until after the New Year. I... they play cards every night and ignore me."
"It's boring." The girl shook her head as she spoke, it was hard to tell if she was dissatisfied or simply expressing her boredom.

I suddenly became alert: "You, you're not saying you're here with me, are you?"

"No, Dad, nobody asked me, and I didn't say anything." The girl didn't seem to be lying.

"Then why didn't your dad say anything when you came here before the New Year was over?"

"He did. He told me to work hard, earn more money, and he even made me bring you a piece of meat and a chicken. They're so heavy, they've exhausted
me." The girl said this with an air of accomplishment.

"Hehe, you're something else." I praised her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hmm, Dad hasn't washed his mouth yet, I'll go get you some water." She ran downstairs and brought up the water. After I washed my face
and rinsed my mouth, the girl went to empty the water before coming up.

Ah, having the girl around makes all the difference. I reached out and pulled her close, undressing her.

The girl let me hold her obediently for a while, then immediately reverted to her mischievous self: "Daddy, I want to ride a horse."

"Okay," I replied, and with a quick turn, she was lying on my chest. "That's not how you ride,"
she protested, trying to roll off.

I held her firmly, preventing her from moving, and laughed, "You can ride like this, haha..." The girl clearly didn't
accept this view and tried even harder to break free. I chuckled and didn't let her down. In this
tug-of-war of struggle, my little brother, which had been dormant for ten days, quietly
rose , poised to deliver a fatal blow.

During the playful fight, I felt the girl's body touching my little brother, perhaps her buttocks, or perhaps her mons pubis,
whatever the fleshy spot.

The girl clearly noticed the change in my body, abruptly stopping her struggle, lying on top of me, looking up at me with
a mischievous grin.

"What's wrong, girl?" I asked her deliberately.

The little girl chuckled mischievously, climbed up a little, and whispered in my ear, "Daddy, the prince's grown
bones!"

"Yeah, he hasn't seen the princess in so long, he misses her, so he's grown bones.
Does your princess miss the prince? Is the door open yet?" I reached around the little girl's bottom, my fingers heading straight for that familiar
spot. It

was already slightly damp; all my efforts had paid off.

The little girl lay on top of me, her chin resting on my chest, looking at me with dreamy eyes.

My hand didn't stop; the little house became increasingly wet, and the little girl's breathing became a little rapid, her face
pressed against my chest. I felt it was time for a new lesson.

"Little girl, is it fun for Daddy to touch your little house?" I asked her.

The little girl didn't answer, but her face against my chest felt very hot.

"Honey, Daddy's touching your little house, how about you touch your prince too?" I said, pushing her feet to
my side and her body down a bit, letting her face rest on my lower abdomen. I took her little hand and
guided it towards my penis.

She didn't resist, but her whole body was under the covers, so I couldn't see her expression.
I guess she probably didn't have any expression at all. This thing had been through countless times in her hands during washing, but
this was the first time since it started "growing bones." Her little hand moved back and forth on my skeletal penis,
and I used my fingers to probe her little house.

She poked her head out from under the covers and said, "Fun, so hard."

"Do you like the prince, honey?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes," she replied without hesitation.

That was the answer I wanted, so I went straight to my real purpose: "If you like it, you should kiss
it."

The girl hesitated a little, so I continued, "Daddy likes you, so Daddy will kiss you." After saying that, I gently kissed her
cheek and added, "Go on, the prince is waiting for you."

Perhaps encouraged by my example, the girl burrowed under the covers. I couldn't see anything, but I felt
my penis being touched by two warm little lips in a flash before separating. It seems I was too hasty and
missed a step.

When the girl peeked out, I still praised her.

"Come here, let Daddy kiss you." The missed lesson needed to be made up, so I said, bringing my lips to hers
.

The girl didn't seem to understand what to do, so she obediently let my tongue dart between her teeth.

After a while, I said to Niu, "Where's Niu's tongue? Let's have a battle with Daddy's tongue, okay?" Then
I put my mouth to hers. She understood this "battle" very well. At first, she was a little stiff, but quickly her
tongue intertwined with mine, sometimes touching, sometimes swallowing. I then lifted her onto my lap, letting her ride on my stomach. I held
her waist and lowered her, while my little prince, with his long bones, came to meet her. The little prince

skillfully slipped into the princess's little house.

Niu seemed a little unaccustomed to this position, a little lost. She didn't seem to know where to put her hands and feet
.

I held her little bottom, guiding her up and down, while encouraging her, "Look, this way you can
ride a horse, and the prince and princess can be together. Isn't that fun?"

"Mmm," Niu made a soft sound, I couldn't tell if she agreed or if it was just an unconscious sound.

"Niu, ride by yourself for a while, it's fun too," I encouraged her. As always, the new lesson would make her hesitate for a moment, but she would eventually start to act

with my encouragement . The girl carefully began to move her bottom back and forth. While I comfortably enjoyed this effortless comfort, I cupped her peach-blossom-like face in my hands, looking into her clear, large eyes, and tenderly stroked her cheeks. It was a real face; the eyes were real, bright and spirited, without that affected, half-open look; the nose was real, although it occasionally panted, it would never make those affected "mmm" sounds; the mouth was real, except for the occasional involuntary slight tremor, it would never make those exaggerated "ah ah" sounds; the expression was real, joyful and happy, clearly visible at a glance, absolutely without any expression of suffering or pain. Perhaps this is the biggest difference between a young girl and an adult? The lurking venomous snake chose the most opportune moment to launch its final attack, spewing out its long-accumulated venom…

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