Fantasy and fantasy - A new H-version of Dwelling Narrowness

New Edition of Dwelling Narrowness (H Version) 01-67 Author: Liu Liu

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Guo Haiping dragged her tired body into the alleyway where she had rented a house for nearly six years. Today was Sunday, but the wretched boss wanted her to work overtime again, for the second week in a row. He said the head of the Japanese headquarters was coming to inspect next week. There was nothing she could do. As an outsider trying to make a living in the metropolis of Shanghai, after graduating from university, being able to stay in this city, get married, have children, and have a white-collar job in a foreign company was already enviable.

Although the house she currently lived in was a rented old-style Shikumen house in Shanghai, with six families living in one doorway, sharing a kitchen and a bathroom, Haiping's current room was already the best one in this type of old-style house. A small room of about ten square meters on the second floor, what old Shanghainese call the "front room."

This was the place Haiping had carefully chosen to settle down. It cost 650 yuan a month. She originally only intended to stay here temporarily, but unexpectedly, it had become more than five years. During this time, she and her husband held their wedding ceremony, changed jobs countless times, her younger sister Haizao stayed with her for more than half a year after graduating from university, and this was the first home she returned to after her son was born. Almost all the major events in her life were completed under this rented 10-square-meter eaves.

Haiping originally thought that once she saved enough for a down payment, she would buy a house and then have her own place!

The road ahead is long and arduous. After five years of hard-earned money, she found that the speed at which she saved money could never keep up with the speed at which prices rose, and the gap was getting wider and wider. If she waits any longer, perhaps on the day she is buried, Haiping will still be living in this 10-square-meter room. If this old Shikumen house is not demolished, she will continue to rent, continue to scrimp and save, continue to not be able to afford the rent, continue to share the small toilet on the second and a half floor with five other families, and continue to sulk over a few extra yuan in water bills. Perhaps in the end, she will be like the Li family on the second floor, three generations of four men and women living in one room. If she farts even slightly, the floorboards on the third floor will shake.

Every time Haiping passed by the second floor and went up to the third floor, she liked, or subconsciously felt satisfied, to glance into that small 10-square-meter room, the same size as her own, and look at the bunk bed and the folding cot leaning against the door. Her subconscious sexual thoughts seemed to want to see how this family carried out their sexual activity and procreation in this cramped space. Perhaps the room was simply too small, so small that even normal marital needs were suppressed.

It could also be because the room was so small that Old Li's family on the second floor never closed their door, even in the dead of winter, with things piled up outside; at least Grandma Li's small stool was always placed in the hallway. They never ate at the same table; meals were always served individually, one person at a time, or Old Li would take his bowl down to the alleyway to eat. In the sweltering summer, the men in their family were always shirtless, and the women, like the old women in the countryside, wore long gowns, their large breasts swaying slightly with each step, so conspicuous and alluring. Looking at Old Li, who had nowhere to hide, Haiping felt much more at ease. At least, in terms of per capita living space, Haiping wasn't the person with the lowest occupancy rate in the city. She even occupied 5 square meters in the same room! It's this sense of relative comfort that gives people the will to live. If one is always feeling inadequate compared to others, most people will suffer from depression. For example, Beckham was depressed because he didn't live in Buckingham Palace.

Haiping walked up the dimly lit stairs and opened the door.

"Wife, you're back. Why are you so late? Have you eaten?" Her husband, Su Chun, was still online at the computer.

"I've eaten. Why are you still online? It's so late.

Don't you have to go to work tomorrow!" Haiping said irritably. "I was waiting for you! Okay, I'll turn off the computer now. I've already boiled the water. Hurry up and wash up so we can go to bed early." Su Chun said as he turned off the computer.

Haiping ignored Su Chun. She took her pajamas from the closet, grabbed two thermos flasks and a basin, and left the room. These old-style shikumen houses originally didn't have bathrooms, but fortunately, the landlord and the downstairs neighbor built a makeshift bathroom on the balcony. Entering the bathroom, Haiping quickly took off her pants. She always washed herself in two parts: first washing her lower body, then putting on her pants, then washing her upper body, and then quickly putting on her clothes. Every time Haiping entered this makeshift bathroom, she always felt someone was spying on her, so she never turned on the light.

"When will I have my own private bathroom?" Haiping sighed as she quickly washed herself.

Back in the room, her husband, Su Chun, had already made the bed.

"Wife, go to sleep! I'm waiting forever!" Hearing her husband say this, Haiping knew he wanted to have sex again tonight. Haiping was at an age where she should be fully enjoying her marital life. She had been married for almost seven years, and her daughter wasn't with her; she was being cared for by her mother in their hometown. Originally, the young couple could still enjoy the life they had when they were newlyweds. However, the pressure of work and life, and the pressure of living in this cramped, snail-shell-like space, had made Haiping see sex as optional. But her husband, Su Chun, showed no signs of abating, acting like a young man who had just met a woman, constantly pestering her. Haiping eventually had no choice but to set a time with Su Chun: once a week, always on the weekend, except for her period.

Including her period, Haiping and Su Chun hadn't had sex for two weeks! Last night, Su Chun had already hinted at it. Haiping coldly replied, "I have to work overtime tomorrow," shutting him down. It seemed she couldn't avoid it tonight, Haiping thought. Sometimes Haiping felt a little sorry for Su Chun; once a week was rare for someone their age. Sometimes when Su Chun pestered her, it wasn't that Haiping didn't want to, but the awkward situation of this old-fashioned house where even a fart could shake the whole building, coupled with endless overtime at work, made it impossible for her to muster the desire. "I'll just give in to him today, it's been almost half a month!" Haiping thought to herself as she climbed into bed.

As soon as she was on the bed, Su Chun impatiently embraced Haiping, wanting to kiss her. "What's the rush? Like you've never been with a woman before," Haiping pushed Su Chun away.

"I just haven't met a woman as good as my wife," Su Chun teased Haiping.

"The light's still on!" Haiping whispered.

Su Chun quickly turned off the light, and the room darkened, with moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow. Su Chun unbuttoned Hai Ping's pajamas. When his hand reached behind her back to unhook her bra, Hai Ping twisted her body. "Don't unhook it. What's the point of touching my breasts? Just fuck me!" For the past year or so, Hai Ping had become reluctant to take off her bra during sex. It wasn't because her breasts were deformed and unattractive after giving birth to her daughter, and she didn't want Su Chun to touch them; rather, it was because her breasts were fuller than before. Although they had sagged slightly with age, Hai Ping knew that these breasts, characteristic of a young married woman, were more arousing to men. Hai Ping did this to prevent Su Chun's lust from remaining constantly heightened.

Su Chun withdrew his hand and slipped it inside Hai Ping's pajama bottoms, quickly moving past her full mons pubis and straight to her thick pubic hair. "Hmm! You're not wearing underwear?" Su Chun was shocked!

"You wanted to fuck, didn't you? Take it off and put it back on, it's such a hassle, hurry up, hurry up and fuck me!" Hai Ping urged.

Su Chun excitedly caressed, teased, and flirted with Hai Ping's genitals. He occasionally stroked Hai Ping's pubic hair with his hand, gradually moving his hand down. Seeing that Hai Ping didn't react, Su Chun boldly and gently stroked Hai Ping's labia majora. Hai Ping still didn't move, so Su Chun used his index and ring fingers to spread the labia majora, and his middle finger gently played with the labia minora. Hai Ping's legs parted slightly, and Su Chun's middle finger immediately touched Hai Ping's clitoris, slowly kneading and rubbing it in circles.

Under the gentle touch, pressure, rubbing, and kneading of Su Chun's fingers, Hai Ping's clitoris became engorged and erect like a man's penis, and the intense sexual excitement made Hai Ping react. Hai Ping's clitoris was her most sensitive erogenous zone. Fei Rencheng couldn't let Su Chun keep stroking her clitoris like that. If he continued, Haiping was afraid she would scream. Making love in this old, poorly soundproofed house was really embarrassing, shameful, timid, and frightening for Haiping!

"Stop fiddling with your hands, hurry up and fuck me!" Haiping said, grabbing Su Chun's hand to stop him. Su Chun, however, wouldn't stop. He secretly tightened his grip, using his index finger and thumb to knead Haizao's clitoris even faster. Seeing she couldn't overcome Su Chun's strength, Haiping reached between his legs. In the darkness, she expertly grabbed his penis. Su Chun's penis was already erect. Feeling it, Haiping immediately used her tried-and-true method, slipping her hand inside his underwear and grabbing his penis directly. Haiping felt her husband's penis was hard and hot. She began to stroke it more quickly, occasionally gently caressing the glans and other sensitive areas with her soft hands.

Haiping knew Su Chun couldn't stand this, especially in the last year. Every time they made love, Su Chun would want to play with her more, so Haiping would use her hand to stroke his penis. A few times, Su Chun lost control and ejaculated directly under Haiping's ministrations. Haiping didn't know if Su Chun had premature ejaculation; it wasn't like this at the beginning. Su Chun's erection lasted quite well. Haiping sometimes thought maybe she hadn't given him enough pleasure, leading to his high arousal each time.

Haiping's hand continued to stroke and gently caress Su Chun's penis, but today, although his penis was getting hotter and hotter from her ministrations, her husband's hand showed no sign of stopping, still kneading her clitoris. Haiping felt herself gradually becoming aroused; a warm liquid was about to flow from her vagina. "I can't let him keep doing this," Haiping thought, reaching for Su Chun's testicles. Su Chun's testicles were already tightly clenched, and Haiping's hand stroked his thick scrotum, occasionally squeezing them lightly. Su Chun couldn't take

it anymore; he felt that if Haiping kept squeezing his testicles like that, all his efforts would be wasted. He quickly stopped kneading Haiping's clitoris and pulled her hand away from his testicles.

"Wife, I'm coming to fuck you!" "

I've told you to come and fuck me already! We're an old married couple, why are you still doing this!" Su Chun, as if receiving a royal decree, spread Haiping's legs and thrust his penis towards her vulva. In the darkness, Su Chun misjudged the spot and bumped into Haiping's thigh. Hai Ping quickly reached out and grabbed Su Chun's penis, guiding it to her vulva. She patted Su Chun's buttocks, "Hurry up and fuck me!" Su Chun's penis rubbed back and forth between Hai Ping's labia a few times, then pressed against Hai Ping's already wet vaginal opening and thrust in all the way. Hai Ping let out a soft "ah" sound! She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Su Chun's hard and hot penis had already begun to thrust inside her, and Hai Ping felt a warm flow slowly gushing out of her vagina. Gradually, her breasts began to swell, and Hai Ping quickly pulled her bra up to her neck, revealing her round breasts.

By the dim moonlight, Su Chun saw Hai Ping's exposed breasts and excitedly reached out to touch them. Su Chun braced himself on the bed with one hand, while the other alternately caressed Hai Ping's already swollen breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples. Hai Ping's nipples were already erect and hard, like a man's penis. With each pinch, Hai Ping felt fluid gushing from her vagina.

Su Chun's penis, inserted into Hai Ping's vagina, was stimulated by the gushing fluid, and he felt her vagina contract with each thrust. Su Chun then straightened up, lifting Hai Ping's legs, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

Hai Ping began to respond to Su Chun's vigorous thrusts, her buttocks arching upwards in rhythm with her husband's movements. In the darkness, the bed creaked and groaned under their frenzied passion. Hearing the creaking of the bed, Haiping suddenly felt a little scared. She wanted Su Chun to move more gently and make the bed quieter. However, her body was already out of control under her husband's intense thrusting. Haiping was already moaning with pleasure.

Hearing Haiping's moans, Su Chun became even more excited. He grabbed Haiping's breasts tightly with both hands and kneaded them forcefully. His waist movements became more exaggerated, and each time his penis thrust deeply into Haiping's vagina. Haiping felt a current flowing upwards in her vagina, through her lower abdomen, through her breasts, and almost to her brain. She hadn't felt this kind of fucking in a long time. It was almost there!

"Husband, hurry up! Fuck me harder!" Haiping started to shout!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Suddenly, there was a sound of pounding on the floor from under the bed!

Haiping was so frightened that she hugged Su Chun tightly. Su Chun immediately stopped moving and lay on top of Haiping. His penis, still inside Haiping's vagina, throbbed a few times and released semen.

Su Chun finished, and so did Hai Ping

. Hai Ping's body felt like it had fallen from the sky to the ground, just as she was about to reach the peak, she was pushed down, and fell heavily. "I'm sorry, wife," Su Chun said guiltily.

"Go to sleep!" Hai Ping said, pushing Su Chun away, straightening up, cleaning her genitals with toilet paper, putting on her underwear, and falling asleep.

Su Chun sat alone on the edge of the bed. The moonlight outside the window was now obscured by clouds, and the room was pitch black. Su Chun lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Hai Ping couldn't sleep at all. She felt that this dark, dilapidated room in the Shikumen was swallowing her body. She felt she couldn't go on like this. Living like this in this snail's shell, under the pressure of tension, anxiety, timidity, and fear, would inevitably lead to sexual apathy and even erectile dysfunction for both of them. Now, Hai Ping already felt stifled by sex, finding it not only lacking in surprise but also a burden. No! She wants her own house; she must buy a house of her own, a house where she can make love with her husband without being disturbed.

Thinking of this, Haiping complained to Su Chun, "It's all your fault! I told you to come up earlier to fuck, but you wouldn't listen. Ugh, now look what happened, the downstairs neighbors are complaining, how embarrassing!" Hearing Haiping's complaint, Su Chun smiled and replied, "Okay, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's all my fault." Haiping often said, "It's all your fault." Su Chun was used to this and always replied with a smile, "Okay, it's my fault, it's my fault."

In the morning, when Haiping was looking for her keys in a cramped space, she would yell, "It's all your fault! Why didn't you remind me to put them in my bag last night?" Su Chun was completely unaware that it was originally Haiping's fault, and always helped her look while saying, "It's my fault! It's my fault!" Su Chun couldn't understand why such a small place was like a maze with endless spaces to hide these little things, like accidentally rubbing them into a shoe while wiping the table, or disappearing under a newspaper. Sometimes Su Chun would console herself, thinking that it was fortunate the place was small, because things were easier to find. If she had a 100-square-meter apartment, she wouldn't need to go to work every day;

she could just play hide-and-seek all day. Su Chun had once joked about this with Hai Ping. Hai Ping said seriously, "Absolutely not. A bigger house is more organized. Everything will have its place. I'll nail a miscellaneous bag to the wall by the entrance to put umbrellas, keys, and mail in. All the shoes won't be left out in the room like this; they'll be stored in the shoe cabinet. The TV won't be under the desk, where you have to squat to watch it; it will be on the TV stand. The computer will also have its own room.

I'll get a complete set of kitchenware and buy a set of Corningware from America..." Every time Su Chun got to this point, she regretted bringing up the house with Hai Ping. She seemed to have it all planned out: what kind of house to buy, what orientation, how to decorate, what color the walls would be, what small items to add—even down to installing a magnifying mirror in the entryway.

At this time, Haiping's face would glow with excitement, her nostrils would flare, and she would swing her arms and legs wildly. You had to be careful that she didn't kick the TV or accidentally bump her hand into the wall. Su Chun would pretend to casually stop her from making any sudden movements, so that she wouldn't be jolted awake by the contrast with reality and become even more frustrated.

When Haiping discussed the house, she meticulously planned almost every detail, except for money. Mainly, it was impossible to discuss this aspect. Once it came to money, all dreams became just dreams.

"Money isn't everything, but you can't do without it." This saying has become a common understanding of money among contemporary Chinese people. Haiping is no exception; she strongly agrees with the importance of money. Currently, money is the sole indicator of a happy life for Chinese people. All incomparable concepts become comparable in form and form when it comes to money. Artworks at auctions, various delicacies, historical artifacts, etc., are undoubtedly highly positively correlated with money. Even today, the higher one's social status, the higher their salary. Currently, there is no better quantifiable way to describe one's happy life than money. Haiping couldn't find a better, more effective way to demonstrate that her happy life is actually unrelated to money. For Haiping to pursue a happy life, the first prerequisite is to have money. With money, she can hire the best doctors to relieve her pain; with money, she can attend the best schools and receive an education; with money, she can marry a beautiful wife and have children. With money, Haiping could escape her cramped Shikumen apartment and move into a large house that would satisfy her. Good heavens, how could Haiping, a Chinese woman, be without money!

Actually, three years ago, just three years ago, when Haiping's belly was beginning to swell, her family almost owned a house. If only Haiping had been more realistic back then.

At that time, Shanghai's housing prices were just beginning to rise. After a decade of stagnation, Shanghai's housing market, like newly awakened winter grass, was showing signs of spring. Haiping was five months pregnant then. That was the best time to buy a house.

While she was still able to walk, Haiping would drag Su Chun to look at secondhand apartments in various districts of Shanghai every day after work. At that time, the real estate market could be described as "dead," or at least pretending to be asleep; there were hardly any new buildings opening.

That was when Haiping was most familiar with Shanghai's transportation. Besides the joy of her pregnancy, she was immersed in a city traffic map. Every day, she would mark the house's location on the map, check which bus routes went to her workplace, and estimate the commute time. Back then, any passerby could ask Haiping for a bus route, and she could accurately tell you where to go.

At this rate, they could have settled on a house before Haiping gave birth. Unfortunately, things fell apart at the last minute; people are prone to greed.

At the time, the young couple had 40,000 yuan in savings, plus money from both families, enough for a down payment on a small to medium-sized secondhand apartment. That would be near Lancun Road or Zhangyang Road! Good heavens! Lancun Road! Zhangyang Road! In today's market, any house in that area would cost over a million yuan! Ouch!

A real estate agent called to arrange a viewing. When they arrived, it was a small two-bedroom apartment, designed in the early 1990s. All the doors opened into the living room, kitchen, toilet, and two bedrooms. So the living room was basically just a passageway, with hardly any furniture. The owner at the time had left that area empty. Haiping wasn't very satisfied. Two bedrooms, one facing north, one facing east. For this layout, the small living room was packed with people coming to see the apartment—probably five couples in total! There were elderly people and young children. Add to that the groups of real estate agents crowding the door, and the whole place felt incredibly oppressive.

Haiping remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she scoffed, thinking, "What a publicity stunt! Trying to scare people off! Do they think a lot of people will make it sell? I wouldn't take this house even if it were given to me for free! Is the child supposed to live in the north-facing room? There's still no place for the computer and TV, right? This kind of life is so different from what I envision!" The homeowner started pointing at each woman in the house, asking, "Do you want it? Do you want it?" He asked Haiping first, and she clearly shook her head, not even asking Su Chun's opinion. When he asked the second woman, she showed interest, and after asking about the estimated price, it seemed to be 300,000. For a house that's over ten years old, the homeowner has the nerve to ask for 300,000! Look at the walls, they're peeling! Look at the floor, it's still linoleum! Look at the kitchen faucets, they're still exposed! "They dare to ask for 300,000 for a house like this? They must be desperate."

Haiping couldn't help but sneer.

If Haiping could have foreseen how things would turn out, she would be crying.

There are many smart people in this world. Haiping was probably foolish when it came to judging the situation.

The third couple didn't even try to negotiate the price; they were ready to pay the deposit on the spot. The fourth and fifth couples started raising the price. One of them said, "I'll add 20,000, and it's settled. Don't show it to anyone else."

Haiping grabbed Su Chun and left.

Never look at a house with an idiot. Never look at a house with a shill. It will interfere with your normal thinking.

That's what Haiping was thinking at the time.

That was the first house Haiping looked at.

Then, in the period before her son was born, Haiping looked at several more houses. House prices were already rising rapidly, and Haiping realized she had fallen into the same circle of idiots and shills she used to follow. No matter how bad the house was, the first thing she wanted to do upon entering was to offer a price, overwhelming her opponents with her presence and buying it first.

But Haiping always failed. Once, at a house auction, Haiping was almost the top performer; no one could outbid her by offering 40,000 yuan more than the landlord's asking price. She grinned triumphantly, finally confident of victory. "I, Haiping, am a person with assets now!"

Actually, that house was even worse than the first one. Haiping reminisced about that large north-facing room, with its impressive ceiling height, as she made her offer. At least in terms of usable space, that house was still livable. If she had been determined to buy it then, she could have partitioned it up and created a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment!

One night, Haiping once pulled out a 4,000 yuan deposit to buy a 60-square-meter secondhand apartment. By then, Haiping's belly was already as big as an inflated balloon, mainly because she simply couldn't wait any longer.

Unexpectedly, three days later, the landlord called, saying, "I'm sorry, I'll return your deposit and compensate you 500 yuan for your loss. I can't sell the house to you. Someone offered 25,000 yuan more." For the sake of her unborn baby, Haiping took deep breaths, suppressing her anger, and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's just a run-down house, and a dishonest person. When Mom has money, we'll buy the baby a villa!" Shocked and disappointed, Haiping's house-hunting career came to an abrupt halt at its peak. It was like a conductor dislocating their shoulder while rushing to a high point on stage, or a husband experiencing erectile dysfunction during the climax of a couple's sex life. In short, filled with resentment, anger, and anxiety, Haiping entered another phase of her sprint. The house search was temporarily shelved.

Then Haiping had her son, Huanhuan.

Huanhuan's arrival suddenly plunged Haiping's life into a chaotic bewilderment. Although she welcomed him wholeheartedly, she still hadn't expected that a little kid could squander so much money! That's wasting every single square meter of Haiping's future house!

Huanhuan's monthly food rations are more than the combined food consumption of the couple. And it's one thing for him to eat, but he also poops! A can of imported formula costs over a hundred yuan, and a pack of diapers costs over a hundred yuan too. Watching the blueprint for their future house on the savings statement crumble square by square, Haiping often reluctantly faces the heavy garbage bags filled with diapers. These are all money thrown away! She angrily slaps her son's chubby bottom: "You're charging for entry and exit from both sides! You're even more ruthless than China Mobile!"

The house feels even more cramped with the arrival of Grandma. Grandma and Mom sleep on the bed with the baby, while Dad sleeps on a makeshift bed on the floor. If the baby's little mouth is waiting to eat while the baby is busy pooping, everyone is scrambling and in a chaotic mess. Grandma might accidentally leave a soiled diaper on Dad's bed without properly covering it. The house was piled high with baby bottles and diapers, and with the old lady unwilling to throw away empty formula cans and donated baby clothes, it could no longer be called a home. Just thinking about that small place, filled with the sounds of babies crying, the smell of excrement and urine, the sweat of adults, and the arguments among the family about feeding the children, made Su Chun and Hai Ping really reluctant to go inside.

Three months after her child was born, Haiping announced, "I'm going back to work. I need to earn money. The house is too small, and the expenses are too high. Mom, please take Huanhuan back to our hometown to raise him!" Haiping said this with a sense of relief and clarity.

But unexpectedly, her son passed away. Haiping's soul left too. She was

only allowed one long-distance call a week. Only two trips home a year.

Earning money wasn't easy! Since she couldn't earn more money, the only way was to save.

Save money, save money, and save some more.

This was Haiping's life goal.

As soon as her child returned home, Haiping would make long-distance calls to her hometown after 9 pm every night, asking her mother to describe her son's growth in as much detail as possible. Her son could recognize people! Her son could wave! Her son could sit up! Her son could crawl! Haiping enjoyed the phone calls so much. So when the long-distance phone bill arrived, Su Chun endured it for a long time, then sighed in exasperation, "Hai Ping, if this continues, you'll soon have wiped out several square meters of our house!

"

Hai Ping decided to quit the phone.

But the longing surged like a tide, tormenting Hai Ping.

Hai Ping decided to buy a webcam and a computer for her mother's family, so she could see her son without long-distance calls.

Su Chun said, "Hai Ping, a computer costs another square meter. Besides, the old folks won't know how to use it, and you'll have to find someone to help them. If you have to find someone every time, everyone will get annoyed. Maybe it'll just sit there unused. And broadband is expensive; over time, that's another square meter. Hai Ping, just bear with it, just bear with it a little longer. You might as well send that money back to your son to buy milk powder; that's more economical. Once we buy a house, we'll bring the child back!"

Hai Ping couldn't even shed a tear.

Hai Ping was almost numb.

She decided to accept her fate. The odds of getting into university were 1 in 10; there was no job guarantee after graduation; the lifetime employment system was abolished; and there was no housing allocation upon marriage. With workplaces constantly shifting their allegiance, who cared about housing anymore? Haiping felt like she was born unlucky, all the unfairness falling on her shoulders. Haiping's mother always lamented that she was a victim of the times, and Haiping thought resentfully, compared to her, what were her mother's misfortunes?

This was her fate. She would be separated from her son, whom she had carried for ten months, by nearly a thousand kilometers. She would struggle for decades in this seemingly prosperous metropolis, which to her was merely a beautiful garment, a mirage, yet she wouldn't own a single roof

over her head. "No place to stand," she felt like the ancients described, struggling to maintain balance on the tip of a cone. Perhaps her choices back then were wrong. If she hadn't blindly pursued the big city, but instead returned to her husband's small town, or had him return to her hometown with her, then they would be incredibly comfortable today, living off either set of parents, and buying a house wouldn't have been so difficult. Just a single thought later, she was bound to this city, forced to stay.

She certainly had something to boast about: a city residency permit, worth at least 500,000 yuan. If she could buy and sell it privately, she planned to cash out her and her husband's residency permits and flee the world with the huge sum. But this was precisely the intangible asset—it sounded tempting, but couldn't be easily liquidated.

3,500 yuan a month. For a woman who studied chemical engineering and then became a clerk, no matter how many jobs she changed, this was the value of her years of staying up until 2 AM to get into a prestigious university. And this value was even depreciating. For a woman over thirty, without a master's degree, and already a mother, compared to the so-called white-collar workers in the metropolis who were eyeing her covetously by so many young people from other places, she was almost teetering on the brink. For this 3,500 yuan, she had to work hard, and overtime was commonplace.

Su Chun was a little better off. Su Chun studied naval architecture and now works in a shipyard as a technician, earning a little over 70,000 yuan a year. Although this income isn't high in this international metropolis, filled with Fortune 500 companies and where even Nanjing Road doesn't allow domestic brands to show their faces, Hai Ping can't complain about the stability. In a family, only one person can be unemployed; the other must at least have a stable job—that's Hai Ping's requirement for life.

So, after working for seven or eight years, these two graduates from prestigious universities could, if they didn't eat, drink, or spend a single penny each month, save all their money and buy a square meter of housing in the suburbs of this metropolis.

But because people need to live, children need to be raised, and you need to socialize, and prices are rising daily, even with their utmost frugality, they could only save about one-third of a square meter.

Based on this calculation, if Hai Ping isn't laid off and things remain stable, and Su Chun doesn't experience any changes and receives a small salary increase each year... If both sets of parents are blessed with good health and the child is protected by God, then Haiping and Su Chun can afford a 100-square-meter apartment (80 square meters of usable space) within the next 300 months. 300 months

, 12 months a year, means that in the next 25 years, until Haiping retires, they can finally own a house in this city.

This is a physical analogy of uniform linear motion, assuming all external forces are eliminated and the environment is ideal—no wind, no friction, no air, nothing at all. In other words, money doesn't depreciate, education is free, medical care is free, the elderly don't need support, and no accidents occur.

This is clearly impossible. Therefore, Haiping pessimistically thinks that having a home in this city is obviously impossible.

What am I even striving for?

Haiping suddenly decides not to wait any longer. Although housing prices are still skyrocketing, breaking records daily and reaching new highs every month, and her savings are still far from enough for a down payment, she resolutely decides to buy a house because of a single sentence from her son.

Haiping is going home to see her son. This is the happiest time of year for Haiping. In the nights before her departure, Haiping, like a fully inflated balloon, despite the fatigue of a day's work, excitedly browsed various small shops, carrying food, toys, clothes, and household items one by one back to her small house.

"I'm going to see my son! Hehe!" Haiping held the baby clothes in her hands, her voice light with joy.

For the month and a half leading up to the National Day holiday, she would mention him several times a day, and before going to bed, she would kiss the freshly washed clothes and say, "Goodnight, baby! Mommy's here!"

Su Chun felt a pang of heartache watching her. Actually, her child had been separated from his mother for two years, and Haiping's longing for her son was almost like that of a broken record, constantly mentioning her son. She spent all her free time looking at his photos, even changing her computer screensaver to his picture. But this National Day, Su Chun couldn't go back to see his son because he had another burden—his own parents. He only saw his son once a year, during the May Day holiday. To be honest, he had almost no memory of his son; all the information came from Haiping. For a long time, he couldn't believe he was the father of a two-year-old. The child hadn't left any mark on his life. The night

Haiping

returned to her hometown, Su Chun saw her off at the train station. Upon arriving at the square, Su Chun inwardly groaned.

It was the same every year, always the same. A sea of people, many even sleeping outside with their bedding. Haiping was going to suffer again.

She hadn't bought a seat ticket and would stand for the entire 12 hours. But it didn't matter. Even if someone stepped on her head with their shoe, even if her feet swelled up like pig's trotters, she felt no bitterness or fatigue. In a final burst of energy, the thought of her son would invigorate her. Haiping was already very experienced; she didn't eat or drink anything the day before her departure to avoid trouble. On the train, with so much stuff and so many people, she worried her precious child might be stolen.

But those weren't just miscellaneous items; they were a mother's accumulated longing for her child for half a year.

Once on the train, it was the May Day holiday, and the carriages were packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, exuding a suffocating smell. There were so many people that not only were all the seats full, but the carriages were also crammed together, with people standing to text or read newspapers. The density of people was immense, and to make matters worse, a lot of luggage was piled haphazardly in the aisles, making the already crowded carriages even more congested.

Luckily, Haiping managed to find a spot near the restroom, where she could stand against the sink. Standing next to Haiping was a handsome man with a prominent nose who looked a lot like Simon Yam! This handsome man had been standing next to Haiping while waiting for the train at the station square. The crowds were truly overwhelming. With the surging flow of people boarding, Haiping and this handsome man were involuntarily pushed onto the carriage together, and then together to the restroom area. The carriage was so crowded that there was no way to change seats; even moving one's legs or stretching out was extremely difficult. To see her beloved son as soon as possible, Haiping felt that the fatigue and the crowded conditions were all worthwhile.

She had developed a strong liking for the handsome man who had been following her. While queuing to board the train at the station plaza, he stayed close behind her, and Haiping instinctively snuggled up to him. Once on the train, finding seats was impossible, so Haiping and the handsome man huddled together next to the restroom in one of the carriages.

In the crowded boarding procession, the energetic handsome man acted like a guardian angel, protecting Haiping from the jostling. He had very little luggage, so he frequently helped Haiping with her bags. Even this spot next to the restroom was something he painstakingly squeezed through the crowd to give to Haiping.

Finally, they boarded the train. As soon as they got on, the handsome man neatly stacked Haiping's luggage on the sink in the restroom next to her. As the handsome young man stacked the luggage, he told Haiping that the train was severely overcrowded, and people couldn't use the restrooms properly. Stacking the luggage here was the safest way to keep an eye on it.

Just as they finished stacking the luggage, the train departed. Only then did Haiping finally relax amidst the crowd. Thinking about how in 12 hours she would see her beloved son, a sweet feeling of happiness quickly filled her.

Seeing the handsome young man's earnest and enthusiastic help, Haiping smiled gratefully at him and blurted out "Thank you!" in Shanghainese.

Then, the young man and Haiping chatted about this and that, about everything under the sun. They felt a warm, long-lost feeling between them, perhaps because they were so close in the small space and had just helped each other during the crowded train journey; there was no distance between them anymore. During their conversation, Haiping learned that he was from her hometown and also an alumnus of her school—they went to the same high school and university.

However, his major was different from Haiping's; the handsome junior was studying architecture.

He was graduating this year and facing the choice of staying in this international metropolis or returning to his hometown in a small town in Jiangnan, just like Haiping and Haizao had faced when they graduated. He was going home for the May Day holiday to discuss his future with his parents.

Listening to his junior's words, Haiping couldn't help but think of her own years of struggling to make a living in the big city, of still being homeless and struggling to find a place to live, and of the hardship of her cramped rented apartment. Haiping, drawing on her own experience, advised her junior to be realistic and settle down to a comfortable job in her hometown.

As they chatted, Haiping's smiling gaze moved gratefully from his handsome face to his broad chest, carefully observing this junior who had been so helpful to her all along. He must have been around 25 years old; Haiping had also graduated from university at that age.

Suddenly, Haiping's gaze met that of the handsome junior apprentice. He was also observing Haiping, this beautiful young woman and senior apprentice, with great interest. When he looked up, he saw a pair of clear, beautiful eyes gazing at him. The soft light from the car roof illuminated Haiping's fair, delicate, and serene face, which appeared slightly flushed with excitement. Their eyes met, conveying a deep affection that was unspoken. Haiping felt that this journey wouldn't be lonely anymore.

The eye contact caused a blush to rise on Haiping's fair, delicate, and elegant face. She noticed that the man opposite her was wearing a tight white t-shirt under his open jacket, and his dark nipples were clearly visible on the t-shirt, making Haiping imagine how magnificent his genitals must be! Yes, in that instant of wild imagination, Haiping's gaze finally landed on his sweatpants, the crotch bulging like a Mongolian yurt. "Looks like this guy's little brother isn't small, he might need an extra-large condom," Haiping thought to herself. Lost in

her thoughts, Haiping couldn't help but feel a stirring in her body that a 32-year-old woman shouldn't have: her breasts felt a little hot, beads of sweat appeared behind her ears and on her nose, and her hands involuntarily wandered between her legs and pressed tightly against her crotch. Haiping was afraid of being discovered, so she quickly put her handbag in front of her pants to block the view of the passengers in front of her.

The handsome junior told Haiping many stories and interesting things that had happened at her alma mater in recent years, and she listened happily, so their arms and bodies touched more often. The handsome guy deliberately touched her more, and Haiping didn't avoid it.

After chatting for a while, Haiping felt tired and yawned a few times. Then, while listening to the handsome junior brother tell stories, she closed her eyes to rest.

About ten minutes later, seeing Haiping's sleeping posture, the handsome junior brother reached out and pretended to shake her hand. Then, acting like a lover, he boldly moved Haiping's handbag to the side, until it was slung across her shoulder. Because his act was so convincing, Haiping noticed, but she didn't stop him.

Perhaps because she hadn't been intimate with her husband, Su Chun, for over half a month, Haiping was attracted to this stranger, hoping for his touch, and also curious to see what he would do next. Sure enough, he did. His hands slowly slid down to Haiping's shapely buttocks, covering her smooth, rounded breasts, embracing her intimately like a lover.

The handsome junior brother touched Haiping's buttocks; they were so bouncy and smooth. Good heavens, it seemed Haiping was a woman who could bear many children.

Haiping, her eyes lightly closed as if still asleep, shifted slightly, trying to avoid the awkward embrace. She wanted to struggle, but dared not. Any large movement would easily reveal to those around them that they weren't lovers embracing, attracting even more attention and making her even more embarrassed. Haiping

slowly opened her eyes, cautiously glancing around the carriage. Many passengers were around, but they were all sleeping, playing cards, or chatting in the dim light. Seeing that no one was paying attention to the handsome junior brother and Haiping, she didn't bother with futile resistance. Quietly and unconsciously, she reached out and embraced the handsome junior brother.

Using the dim light and the weight of the crowded carriage, the handsome junior brother held Haiping even tighter, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. A broad, firm chest pressed against Haiping's breasts, the man's distinctive scent intensely stimulating her senses. Haiping could even feel the handsome junior's breath and heartbeat. An unprecedented tingling and itching sensation spread from her chest, and her body trembled slightly.

Haiping blushed and nestled her head on the handsome junior's right shoulder like a lover embracing. Taking advantage of the moment, the handsome junior pressed his lips tightly against Haiping's ear, slowly blowing warm breath, flirting with her. Sensing Haiping's rapid breathing, the junior kissed her earlobe.
"I wish we could stay like this forever!" The handsome junior brother excitedly embraced Hai Ping. He didn't know how much time had passed when Hai Ping gently moved her slightly numb arm. Only then did the junior brother realize he was holding a captivating treasure in his arms! Realizing he should take it a step further, he quietly withdrew his right hand and moved it to Hai Ping's chest. His left hand moved to her waist, embracing her intimately like a lover. When

the junior brother's hand slipped inside Hai Ping's breasts, the feel was so comfortable—soft and elastic! Although lacking the firmness of a young girl's breasts, they offered a comforting, inclusive feeling. Her body seemed to possess a magical power, drawing hormones into the junior brother's brain. No matter where his hand touched Hai Ping's body, he could feel the soft, smooth, and delicate flesh.

Even through her clothes, the junior brother's right hand could explore and feel the warmth and size of Hai Ping's breasts. Although there was a layer of clothing between them, the white silk shirt was very thin, and Hai Ping's lace-trimmed leopard-print demi-cup bra and delicate, fair breasts were faintly visible. The handsome junior brother's right hand began to gently knead Hai Ping's breasts through the silk shirt and bra. Hai Ping's hands gripped the handsome junior brother's hands tightly, as if afraid and trying to stop his intrusion.

Through Hai Ping's thin, low-cut silk shirt, the handsome junior brother's right hand could clearly feel the warmth of the soft breasts two-thirds below the demi-cup bra. The shirt, bra, and soft breasts were all smooth and beautiful like silk. The junior brother was very happy, like a child who had received his favorite toy, and he happily caressed his senior sister's breasts. The warm, soft flesh under his hands was full of elasticity.

Hai Ping had encountered perverts in cars before. Usually, Hai Ping would use a stern look and clear physical resistance to let the pervert know that she was not someone to be violated. But now, on the train, amidst the crowded passengers, this awkward harassment left Haiping helpless. For a moment, her mind seemed to freeze.

"Feels good, right, senior sister?" a lewd whispered in Haiping's ear, the handsome young man almost biting her ear.

"You're so naughty! Bullying your senior sister

," Haiping muttered. "Women don't love bad men." Before she could finish speaking, the handsome young man buried his head in Haiping's chest, his face pressing against her large breasts. With the train swaying, the scene resembled a child begging for milk, making Haiping both angry and amused.

Haiping's nipples were now erect; she desperately wanted him to touch them—no, any man, if he could touch them now, Haiping would take them all!

Haiping felt one of the handsome young man's hands slip from the low neckline of her silk shirt towards her breasts, his hand passing under her bra and gently kneading them. When the handsome junior brother's hand touched her, she immediately felt an electric-like pleasure coursing through her entire body. This feeling, both intoxicated and awakened, this sensation of being truly touched, was incomparable to any other part of her body.

Hai Ping's delicate breasts, oblivious to the danger their owner faced, innocently displayed their pure tenderness and fullness under the handsome junior brother's kneading hands. His fingertips lightly caressed and rotated her nipples, and Hai Ping could feel her nipples beginning to slightly erect. Under the experienced caress of the strange man, her sensitive nipples sent waves of sensual assaults through her body.

Hai Ping tried to gently remove the handsome junior brother's hand, but she couldn't get it off no matter how many times she tried. The handsome junior brother not only didn't let go, but instead gripped Hai Ping's breasts even tighter. The handsome junior brother's young, large hands firmly grasped the soft flesh of Hai Ping's breasts, his youthful heat filled with the burning heat of youth, drilling straight into Hai Ping's heart. The man's strong chest exuded masculinity, and even through his clothes and bra, Haiping could feel his burning heat!

"Come on, senior sister, give me a good kiss." The whisper in her ear made Haiping blush. The handsome young man kissed Haiping's flushed cheeks twice, and then her lips immediately became his next target. The handsome junior brother kissed her, but Haiping turned her face to the side, trying to stop him. The handsome junior brother's hot lips relentlessly pursued her. His tongue licked back and forth on her cheeks, and unable to resist his repeated kisses, her tender red lips were finally captured. Haiping opened her mouth and kissed him automatically. A silent, passionate kiss, coupled with the handsome junior brother's caresses, left Haiping completely limp. She had no strength left in her body.

The handsome junior brother pressed his lips firmly against hers and breathed heavily, his tongue exploring Haiping's mouth along her gums. The handsome junior brother's tongue slipped between her teeth. Hai Ping's resistance gradually weakened, her tongue being strongly attracted and intertwined, slowly turning into a deep kiss like that of real lovers. Overwhelmed with excitement, the handsome junior brother couldn't help but let out a deep groan, savoring the shy resistance of the dignified young woman before him being forced to kiss by a stranger.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Senior sister... come on, let's kiss again." The handsome junior brother opened his mouth wide, as if to swallow Hai Ping's lips whole, attacking fiercely and greedily. Hai Ping couldn't refuse, even the air in her lungs felt like it was being sucked away, her mind suddenly went blank.

But the handsome junior brother's kiss was skillful, and Hai Ping had unknowingly completely submitted. The handsome junior brother's tongue swirled fiercely in Hai Ping's mouth, wrapping around her tongue and sucking.

"Senior sister, stick out your tongue."

With her eyes closed and her beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly, Hai Ping slightly opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly extended her small tongue. The handsome junior apprentice touched Haiping's tongue with the tip of his own, tracing a circle. Haiping closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and unconsciously let out a moan from deep within her throat. It wasn't just a simple sweet sensation; the sweetness spread from the tip of her tongue to her entire mouth, making every part feel warm.

Haiping felt like she was dreaming. Really, on a train, being wantonly harassed by a strange man, by her junior apprentice, and Haiping not only didn't stop him, but seemed like a woman who craved being harassed. The handsome junior apprentice's hands slowly rubbed Haiping's breasts from bottom to top. Her face was already flushed, but she didn't dare to look at him.

And so, the handsome junior apprentice and Haiping nestled together, the handsome junior apprentice's hands constantly roaming restlessly between Haiping's breasts and over her underwear. Gradually, the handsome junior brother felt that Haiping's panties were wet. Indeed, but he didn't choose to penetrate her; he wanted to admire Haiping's burning desire.

He caressed Haiping's body for a while before withdrawing his hands. Haiping instantly felt a slight relief from the pressure. Had things suddenly taken a turn for the better? Had the handsome junior brother given up his harassing activities? Without a chance to catch his breath, with the sudden jolt of the train starting to move, Haiping immediately realized she was wrong. The handsome junior brother was enjoying the beautiful landlady's soft, large breasts—their elasticity and softness were almost suffocating him; suddenly, a bold idea arose: to tear open her clothes and comfortably suckle.

"Senior sister, junior brother is hungry, give me some milk!" The lewd whispered in Haiping's ear again.

"No! Don't do that, it's not good with so many people watching!" Haiping resisted.

"It's okay, no one will notice. Senior sister! Can I have a bite?" The handsome junior brother said as he acted. He pulled down the low collar of Haiping's silk shirt, exposing most of her snow-white breasts to the air. Fortunately, the handsome junior brother's body blocked the view of other passengers, and only he could clearly see Haiping's exposed breasts.

Hai Ping's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed like a peach blossom, her two breasts standing tall and proud, her long, slender legs swinging gently. The handsome junior brother was completely captivated, drool dripping from his mouth. He gently leaned down, reaching out to pull Hai Ping's breasts out of her bra, finally taking one of her intoxicatingly fragrant nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it briefly, and Hai Ping let out a soft moan. The handsome junior brother then grasped one breast in each hand, gently kneading it, while simultaneously taking the other nipple into his mouth, gently biting and sucking on it. He would knead it, then rub his face against her breasts, igniting Hai Ping

's desire. Hai Ping felt a hand slowly move to her thigh. The hand wasn't very strong, just a gentle caress. Hai Ping knew this hand must belong to the handsome junior brother. Yes, it was indeed as she had imagined—warm, strong, and irresistible. This warm, large hand gently caressed Haiping's full thighs. She felt the heat of the man's hand. Although her face was expressionless, her eyes tightly closed, seemingly peacefully asleep, the pounding of her heart and the sweat on her skin betrayed her panic.

Unbeknownst to her, time passed, and they arrived at another stop, where many people surged forward. The crowd pressed in layer upon layer, and in the throng, the handsome junior brother's body was pressed tightly against Haiping's chest. Behind Haiping was the washbasin, with no way to retreat. Haiping could only passively accept the handsome junior brother's intimate embrace. Originally, this handsome junior brother saw Haiping as a beautiful young woman and only intended to take advantage of her through hugs, kisses, and groping her breasts. But now, his advances had gone too far.

The handsome junior brother's glans was almost directly pressed against the center of Haiping's crotch, leaving her unable to move.

"Rumble... rumble..." The train's vibrations shook the two embracing bodies, and with each sway, the handsome young man's lower body relentlessly impacted and rubbed against Hai Ping's thighs. Hai Ping could clearly feel her thighs, through her thin, casual, wide-legged skirt, rhythmically impacting and rubbing against the handsome young man's penis. Soon, Hai Ping felt the handsome young man's penis become erect.

At the same time, and even more intensely, his enormous penis was now directly connected to hers, hard against her lower abdomen, making her feel its hardness and heat. Each time she tried to remove his hand from her groin, his penis throbbed in the center of her lower abdomen, stimulating every sensitive nerve. One of his legs was also inserted between hers, firmly pressing against the center of Hai Ping's lower abdomen, challenging her limits, causing streams of fluid to wet her lower area.

Through Haiping's thin casual skirt and panties, and through the handsome junior's sweatpants and underwear, Haiping felt the stranger's hot, hard penis pressing against the base of her long legs. The four layers of thin fabric were utterly ineffective; Haiping felt the stranger's large glans rubbing against her virginity. This

unprecedented, fiery provocation made Haiping's heart pound wildly; she wanted to resist but couldn't muster any strength. The large glans pressed and rubbed against her tender flesh, as if giving Haiping ample opportunity to experience this inescapable shame.

"It seems even bigger than my husband Su Chun's glans!" The sudden thought startled Haiping. How could she have such thoughts while being taken advantage of by a stranger? Was it because she had been repressed for too long in her shell-like house, leading to this extreme rebellion? As she thought this, a wave of heat rose from Haiping's lower abdomen, and her labia, pressed tightly against the large, hot glans, involuntarily contracted.

The handsome man's penis was still hardening, growing larger, thicker, and hotter. Haiping could feel his breathing quicken; she could feel his hot breath blowing towards her ear. That masculine heat made her face flush, her tongue dry, her chest swell, and her vulva tingle, numb, and itchy—it was both pleasurable and unbearable!

Haiping's burning desire seemed to want him to devour her entire body, and he felt the same way. As he thrust in, Haiping's whole body trembled with pleasure, embracing him, yearning for closer contact and friction.

Haiping could no longer withstand this intense stimulation. She reached her hand to her vulva. The handsome man's penis pressed forcefully against her palm through her sweatpants, as if trying to penetrate her vagina. Haiping and the handsome young man were both very excited. The sensation in Haiping's hand indicated that his penis was quite hard and hot! Haiping was too scared to move. Her vaginal fluids began to soak her panties. Judging from her touch, the handsome young man's penis was at least 16 centimeters long. He was wearing thin athletic pants, so the sensation in her hand was very intense; she could even feel his penis throbbing and trembling in her hand. This direct contact with her hand greatly stimulated the handsome young man, bringing him even greater excitement.

Haiping was overwhelmed by the sudden frenzy of the handsome young man. Her whole body went from pain to pleasure! Her body stiffened as she experienced the handsome young man's frenzied caresses! It was a feeling beyond mere physical arousal, a kind of hormonal allure. It felt amazing, although not a true climax of sexual intercourse, but she was already very satisfied.

Haiping suddenly felt his penis throbbing violently. After about six or seven throbs, a surge of heat shot through the handsome man's brain, traveling down his spine. His lower back tingled, and the handsome junior brother's consciousness blurred—it felt so good! Finally, after a shudder, he felt his pent-up semen erupt like volcanic lava! Haiping felt the dampness on the handsome man's sweatpants; she knew he had ejaculated completely!

As the handsome man finished ejaculating, his penis went limp. After

their ecstasy, it was late at night, and a few lights flickered outside the window. The handsome junior brother continued to chat with Haiping, whispering to each other. As they talked, Haiping's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Seeing Haiping's exhausted state, the handsome junior apprentice finally stopped harassing her and said with heartache, "Senior sister, hold me and get some sleep. The train's journey to our destination is still a long way off." So Haiping rested her head on the handsome junior apprentice's shoulder and fell asleep wearily.

Twelve hours later, the train roared forward, arriving in Haiping's hometown. After getting off, Haiping walked quietly alone, pretending nothing had happened. When they met again later, the handsome junior apprentice struck up a conversation with Haiping. Haiping said she could forgive the handsome junior apprentice's harassment; she also craved being harassed, seeing it as a manifestation of her charm.

Haiping rushed back to her mother's house, calling out her son's name as soon as she entered. She put down her bags, but only saw her mother preparing vegetables in the kitchen; her son was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Huanhuan? You knew I was coming back today, why didn't you let the child wait for me at home?"

The mother put down the vegetables, quickly wiped her hands, and handed Haiping a towel: "Wipe your face, wipe your face! You must be exhausted! So many people, it's always so crowded. Take a rest, sit down! Lean back for a while! Close your eyes." While taking the towel, she rushed into the bathroom to change her already sticky underwear. Her mother poured a glass of water and then brought out a full bowl of breakfast. "Oh dear, the buns are cold, I've reheated them twice. Let me reheat them again!" Haiping hissed as she took off her socks, "The socks are practically digging into my flesh. Look at my legs, they're practically shiny!

So swollen! Don't bother with the food, I'm already starving. Where's my son? You know I came back to see him, just for a few days, not seeing him for even a minute would be a waste of my ticket money. You didn't even leave him at home waiting for me." "Don't you see what time it is! You should have arrived at 7 a.m., it's already past 11! So late..." "How long can his monkey bottom sit still? He's been clamoring to go out since early this morning, and Grandpa's already taken him out to get you several times, but he hasn't caught you. He's at the supermarket entrance now!

He's definitely riding that little electric scooter. They slip him a dollar each time; that scooter has swindled all of your dad's salary!" Hearing this, Haiping grabbed a pair of big slippers from the doorway and ran out, her mother calling after her but not stopping her: "What's the rush! You'll be back around lunchtime! You should rest for a bit!" When Haiping saw her son, he was indeed, as his grandmother had said, riding that little scooter and refusing to get off!

Her bottom twisted into a pretzel shape, and she sang, "Tang Sanzang rides a horse, dong-dong! Grandpa, um! um!" Pointing to the donkey that had already stopped, she gestured for Grandpa to put more money in. "No more riding, we're not riding anymore, it's time to eat. Let's go home, Mom's here!" Huanhuan completely ignored her.

"Huanhuan!" Haiping's face beamed like a flower, stretching her arms as far as possible, squatting down and cheering for her son.

The son glanced back, hesitated for a moment, and didn't move.

Grandpa grabbed him and pulled him down, shouting, "Look! Who's here! Call Mom! Call Mom!" The son timidly hugged Grandpa's leg and peeked from behind.

Haiping squatted down and took a few steps, picked up her son, lifted him up, and kissed him hard, almost kissing his little face raw. Huanhuan was embarrassed and unwilling, dodging left and right. "Call Mom! Call Mom!" Haiping and her father tried together. Huanhuan reluctantly called out, "Mommy!" Grandpa shook his head regretfully for his mother, saying, "This child! When Mommy isn't around, he clings to the phone, calling 'Mommy, Mommy' incessantly. We always tease him, asking, 'Huanhuan, where's your mommy?' He covers his ear and says 'Mommy.' He's been looking at his mommy's picture for hours. How come he's so scared when his real mommy comes? Turns out you're just a hypocrite!" He then flicked Huanhuan's nose.

Huanhuan quickly reached out for Grandpa to hold him.

Haiping was already very satisfied. This was an improvement over the last time; last time he stubbornly called her "Auntie," but this time he called her "Mommy." The two had finally become familiar with each other when it was time for Haiping to leave.

Haiping brought her son home and personally fed him, completely ignoring her mother-in-law's calls: "Why are you feeding him again! He's training himself to eat! What are you doing!" Haiping laughed and gestured to her son, "Baby, open your mouth! Ooh! Oh dear! Big mouth!" Turning to her mother, she said, "I rarely see him, so I'll spoil him. Just indulge me for now! You can continue training him after I leave." Haiping bathed her son, kissing his little bottom vigorously while saying, "Not smelly, not smelly, we smell good!" This made the baby laugh heartily, sticking his bottom up to Haiping's face. Her mother-in-law shook her head again, "He's over two years old now, why are you still treating him like a baby? You need to know that boys and girls are different." In Haiping's mind, her baby was still the silly little thing he was when he was three months old, and all she could do to him were those tricks. She was always amazed when she saw her son pointing at a book and carefully choosing which chapter to read, or standing on one leg to balance. She hadn't realized that her child had grown up.

One day, Huanhuan did something naughty, and it was intentional. Haiping caught him. Huanhuan searched Haiping's bag and found several one-yuan coins. He picked out the coins and clumsily stuffed them into his pocket. Haiping noticed this when she checked his clothes. "Where did you get the money?" Huanhuan pointed to Haiping's bag. "What do you need the money for?" Huanhuan pointed outside and said, "Tang Sanzang riding a horse, dong ge dong." Haiping actually wanted to laugh; this little kid already knew how to spend money, but considering the seriousness of the matter, she held back. Grandma rushed over when she heard the commotion: "Oh dear! This is outrageous! Stealing a needle when he's young, he'll steal gold when he grows up! He needs a beating, or he won't learn his lesson!" Grandma casually took down the pointer hanging behind the door. Haiping's mother used to be a primary school teacher, and Haiping and Haizao had been disciplined like this since they were little.

Haiping stopped her mother, saying, "We don't punish children physically. Your methods are outdated." Grandma quickly protested, "When have I ever hit him? I was just scaring him!" Haiping said, "Scaring isn't good either; it involves violence and intimidation. We need to try a different approach. Huanhuan, stealing other people's money and rummaging through other people's bags is wrong. Mom doesn't like children like that, and neither do the other children. Tell me, what should we do?"

Huanhuan started shaking her chubby hands, "No! No!"

Haiping said, "Mommy won't hit him. But Mommy will punish Huanhuan. Tell me, how should we punish Huanhuan?" Huanhuan tilted her head, thought for a moment, and replied, "Mommy, give me a hug!"

Grandma laughed loudly, and Grandpa laughed too, "Oh my! This little rascal!" Haiping froze, stunned, speechless, her heart aching.

Everyone was laughing, even Huanhuan was laughing, but the laughter around her seemed so far away; she spun around in the laughter.

Two-and-a-half-year-old Huanhuan, though her speech wasn't fluent yet, already understood everything.

She waved her hand at Su Chun: "Don't try to persuade me or ask me anything. I've already made up my mind. You just need to do as I say. I've thought everything through. We'll buy a two-bedroom apartment, not too remote, for about 800,000 yuan. The down payment is 200,000 yuan, which is 160,000 yuan. We have 80,000 yuan in savings and housing provident fund, and we'll need to borrow another 80,000 yuan. Your job is to ask your parents for money. You have to borrow 40,000 yuan no matter what. My parents will give 20,000 yuan of the remaining 40,000 yuan. Don't worry, I'm not asking them to pay less, but rather that we won't be giving them any more money to support our son. You know how expensive it is to raise a child these days. I'll use the money Hai Zao saved for her wedding for the other 20,000 yuan. Let her wait until she gets married. That way, we'll have the down payment. Once the money is in our account, we'll go look at apartments and finalize things as soon as possible." Su Chun never directly voiced his objections. Hai Ping was like a donkey that was easily swayed; if you angered her, she would basically defy you. "The problem is, buying a house isn't as simple as you think. Aren't you going to renovate? Buy furniture? The down payment is only a small part; the mortgage and other miscellaneous expenses will definitely exceed our repayment capacity. Isn't that too risky?"

"Our problem isn't that we're too aggressive, but that we're too conservative. If we had settled the house a few years ago, we'd be sleeping on our laurels now. Everything will fall into place, but the key is that we need a house first. Once we have a house, everything else will be much easier!"

Su Chun scratched his head. "But how am I supposed to talk to my mom about money? You know our situation. People in small towns have low wages, it's so hard to save any money! And we still have to support my mentally ill uncle. I used to look down on 'parasites,' but I never thought I'd end up like that myself." Hai Ping appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him: "Who doesn't rely on their parents these days? If we don't rely on them, society will rely on us. House prices are soaring! Have you ever seen prices rise like this? Even a frog climbing a well will only go three feet forward and two feet back! House prices only go up, never down. Tell your mom to take out all the money she can get her hands on. Don't be afraid, I'll take it when she gets old..." "Support her." "Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to tell my mom, 'I'll support you when you're old'? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? I'm supporting her to repay her kindness in raising me, not to pay off the debt she incurred to buy me a house." Haiping was furious: "When I argue with you, you're always wrong. You should support your mom, but shouldn't you support your wife and children? Your mom raised you for 22 years. I'm supposed to live with you until you're 80, and if you live a long life to 90, I'll still have to take care of you. Who will serve you longer? Your mom raising you is a responsibility. Did she consult you before giving birth to you? I married you because you begged me! You should be grateful! Besides, your mom raised you, not me. She only invested 40,000 yuan in the house, but bought a lifelong guarantee. Even life insurance doesn't have such a high return, right? I'm not arguing with you anymore. Go ask for the money."

Su Chun didn't say anything and went downstairs to wash up.

That night, the two lay in bed. Su Chun's hands roamed over Hai Ping's body: "It's been so long since I've heard you mention the house. Why did you suddenly decide?"

Hai Ping looked at the slanted wooden stake on the roof: "My son. He doesn't recognize me anymore. When he wakes up at night and sees me lying next to him, he'll cry loudly and call for his grandma. To him, I'm no different from any other auntie on the street. If I don't bring him here, I'll have given birth to him for nothing. He was in my belly for 10 months. I had a C-section for him, got mastitis from breastfeeding, and my hands were so swollen I couldn't even put them down. Every month, I sent money back home as soon as I got my salary. I've suffered so much for him, and in the end, he's not close to me. He treats me like an outsider. This isn't the life I want. I want to bring him to my side before his memory is completely gone, to love him, to be close to him, to educate him, and to make him feel that I'm the person who loves him most in the world."

Hai Ping shed tears, turned her head away, and dripped her tears onto her husband's arm, then buried her head in Su Chun's armpit.

Su Chun stroked his wife's back and they lay down in each other's arms, no longer speaking.

After lying there for a while, Su Chun's heart began to race. His chest pressed tightly against Hai Ping's breasts, and he felt how full they were, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He held Hai Ping passionately, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Husband, are you asleep?" Hai Ping asked. "No, what is it?" Su Chun replied. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked. "Sure, go ahead," Su Chun answered.

"Do you love me?" Su Chun was taken aback by her sudden question. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why do you ask that? Wife, if I don't love you, who else would I love?" Hai Ping didn't answer but instead kissed Su Chun. Su Chun was surprised. Why was his wife acting like this today? It was completely unlike her usual behavior. Su Chun sensed that his wife was

acting strangely today. After a while, Su Chun and Hai Ping stopped kissing, embracing each other in silence. Time passed slowly. Su Chun felt his penis slowly harden. He thought about it; he wanted to make love to his wife. It had been over 20 days since they had last had marital relations. With this thought in mind, Su Chun no longer hesitated. Besides, Hai Ping was so passionate and proactive today; why not take advantage of it? Su Chun's hands began to move down Hai Ping's back. When his hands reached her buttocks, he pulled her close, pressing his penis firmly against her genitals.

Hai Ping gasped. Su Chun kissed her with his burning lips, his other hand slowly slipping inside her bra, unhooking it, and kneading her full breasts. Hai Ping began to tremble slightly. Su Chun secretly rejoiced, turning Hai Ping's body flat so her face was up. He lay on his side next to her, his right arm around her neck, kissing her, while his left hand slowly moved from her breasts and lower abdomen towards her genitals.

Just as Su Chun touched her pubic area, Hai Ping clamped her hands tightly around his crotch. "Stop touching me, hurry up and fuck me."

Su Chun continued kissing Hai Ping and caressing her breasts. He inserted his left leg between her legs, slowly spreading them apart. His hand slowly reached towards her pubic area again. She tried to close her legs, but Su Chun blocked them with his legs. Su Chun slowly rubbed Hai Ping's labia with his middle finger, occasionally touching her clitoris intentionally or unintentionally. Gradually, Hai Ping's breathing became rapid, and vaginal lubrication flowed out.

Seeing that the time was right, Su Chun rolled over and pressed himself on top of Hai Ping. He kissed her and vigorously kneaded her breasts with both hands. Hai Ping's breathing became heavier, and she hugged Su Chun tightly with both hands. Seeing his opportunity, Su Chun slowly pulled Hai Ping's bra up to her breasts. He gently bit her nipple with his teeth, while his hands pulled down her panties, and then his own. Su Chun slowly spread Hai Ping's legs, allowing his penis to lightly touch her labia.

He continued kissing her, guiding her hand to grasp his penis and slowly rubbing it against her labia. Hai Ping was already trembling. Su Chun forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina. Hai Ping let out a soft "ah" in pain, releasing his penis and clinging tightly to his arms.

Hai Ping's breathing became more rapid. Su Chun thrust his hips down forcefully, his penis breaking through Hai Ping's vagina and reaching the cervix. Su Chun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Hai Ping bit Su Chun's shoulder. Su Chun stopped and waited for a while. Slowly, Hai Ping loosened her arms around Su Chun a little. "Wife, what's wrong? Does it hurt?" Su Chun asked Hai Ping gently. Hai Ping nodded without saying a word.

苏淳知道这会要硬来，哪依着海萍这种吃软不吃硬的驴脾气，一定会惹毛海萍，哪以后夫妻的性生活就更加麻烦了，弄不好甚至都会搞出来婚内强奸这种怪事情来！如果是这样哪夫妻也就只好离婚分道扬镳了！

可现在苏淳勃起的阴茎让他骑虎难下！箭在弦上，弓已张开却以不得发射的尴尬收场！

「老婆，求你了！别让老公这麽难受啊！」

听到老公苏淳的哀求，海萍一刹那间突然脑子里闪过了帅哥小师弟盯着海萍手喷射而出的前景，「哪，老公，哪，哪我用手给你捋出来，行麽？」海萍愧疚地说道。

「唉！只能这样了。老婆，来，快点！」苏淳话音落地，海萍就用手握住苏淳的肉棒上下搓动起来，套弄中海萍不停的用两个手指在龟头上轻轻的滑动，搞的苏淳肉棒一阵酥麻酸痒。

这样套弄了一会，「老公，人家手好累，好酸啊！」海萍说道。

「哪，老婆，要不，我们站在地上搞？」海萍无语的点点头。

得到海萍的同意，苏淳迅速跳下床把海萍抱到床边，让她上身躺到床上，苏淳抬起海萍双腿，将双腿分开，然后把阴茎插了进去。

哦！海萍的阴道好紧呀，好舒服，苏淳站着又抽插了一会儿，感到要达到射精的高潮了，便把海萍的双腿分开架到苏淳的双肩上，双手抓住了海萍的双腿，把她的两条腿压向她的两个乳房上，然后大力的抽插肏着。

海萍被苏淳肏得大声叫了起来，苏淳吓了一跳，赶快用枕巾塞在海萍的嘴唇里，海萍紧紧咬住枕巾。苏淳然后又大力地抽插。突然海萍开始亢奋，阴道壁也因为她的痉挛，而紧紧地吸着苏淳的肉棒，全身颤抖紧紧的抱住了苏淳，苏淳知道海萍要到高潮了，海萍的阴道在一下一下的收缩着。

苏淳克制不住了！肉棒猛烈地抽搐，苏淳亢奋到了极点，似乎连心脏都要停下来了，终于开始激烈地射出精液，不断地射出，深深地射入海萍的体内。

雨消云散，苏淳和海萍并排躺在床上，相拥着幸福的入睡了。

4

海萍的妹妹郭海藻比海萍小七岁，今年二十五岁。她是那种很纯的女孩，把亲情、爱情看的很重的人。海藻在上海全部的心思就放在两个人身上，一个是姐姐，另一个就是现在同居的男友小贝。

周日，海藻带着一大堆衣服过来。

这是姐妹俩的约定。每个星期见一次面，把俩人的衣服交换一遍。这样，姐妹俩就不用购置太多的衣服，还显得满趁头的。

「姐！你要把那件蓝色的烫一烫。还有，上次那件esprit的，你是手洗的吗？」海藻顺手把所有的衣服都丢在床上。海萍迅速麻利地收进衣橱，并且将要置换的衣服一件件挂在窗前的竹竿上。「衣服我都烫过了，你不用嘱咐，我洗衣服前都看牌子的。我比你仔细多了。你的衣服我挂这里，走的时候再拿下来，摊床上要皱。你提的时候手抬高点，那条裙子很长，搞不好会拖地。」「姐夫呢？」

「他加班。」其实海萍在海藻来之前把丈夫支走了。她怕当着苏淳的面跟妹妹谈钱，丈夫会难堪。

「海藻，跟你商量个事。吃菜！吃菜！」海萍把不多的几只红虾夹到海藻碗里。

「什麽事？」

「你手头有多少存款？」

「我哪有什麽存款啊？这不刚找到工作吗？中间一歇好几个月，吃的都是老本。我发现，在上海这种地方，要想存起钱来，比登天还难。」「到底多少？你能拿出来的？」

海藻仔细想了想：「8000块？」

「8000块你还想明年结婚？这转眼就到明年了！小贝也不是什麽有钱人，你们靠什麽买房子啊？」

「租呗！什麽时候有钱什麽时候再买。结婚容易得很，不就是领张证吗？我们俩家人都不在这里，也不必办什麽仪式了。」「我现在要买房子，很需要钱。你能不能把你手头的钱，加小贝的钱，先借给我用一用？等我一攒到就还给你们。」海萍开门见山。

「你要多少？」

「最少2万，多多不限。」

「好，我过两天给你送来。你看好房子了吗？」「还没呢！我要先把钱的问题解决掉。」

「太好了！我又有事情干了！姐！你要看房子的话，叫着我，我陪你一起去！」

海藻跟海萍的感情，那真是让海藻为海萍去死都可以。因为，海藻的命就是海萍给的。海藻出现在这个世界上，是个意外。若按年纪推算，她怎麽都不该存在。当年妈妈是带环怀孕的，所以，妈妈总说海藻背上那两个小洞洞是避孕环戳的。妈妈发现有海藻这个事实的时候，海藻都超过4个月了，那年海萍7岁。

显然，在计划生育抓得正严的年代，海藻的命运就是被冲到厕所里面。
老奶奶就开始嘀咕了：「小孩子的嘴是最准的，她说是弟弟，这肚子里的肯定是男孩儿。我看还是要了吧？再说了，人总有老的时候，万一咱们老了死了，以后的孩子都是一个一个的，连个亲人帮衬都没有。遇到困难找谁呀？想你们这辈还有个兄弟姐妹什麽的，到了海萍的孩子，舅舅舅妈，表哥表姐都只能查字典了。」

海藻适时在妈妈肚子里拱了一下。这一拱，把妈妈的母性给拱出来了，想海萍若能有个高大健壮的弟弟保护，该多麽安全啊！有个儿子是件多麽美好的事情！正赶上学校放假，海萍的妈就今天拖明天，明天拖后天给耽搁下来了。

再到开学的时候，海藻都藏不住了。

海藻是妈妈五年没资格评先进，爸爸降两级工资，外加再怎麽努力都不可能被提拔的代价换来的　∞牲半天，还是个丫头片子。海藻出来的时候，妈妈都哭了。

高兴的只有海萍。海萍说：「我喜欢妹妹！我可以给她扎小辫！」奶奶嘘了海萍一声：「就是你！当时问你，你说喜欢弟弟，现在又喜欢妹妹！」海萍一扬脸：「我都喜欢！」

海萍是真喜欢妹妹，妈妈忙的时候，海萍照顾妹妹，给妹妹下面条，辅导妹妹功课，晚上带妹妹睡。在海藻记忆里，姐姐好像比妈妈更亲近些。

所以，别说海萍只是要钱了，就是要命，海藻也舍得给。海藻看到电视里亲兄弟为钱打架的事情，怎麽都想不通，却对哥哥把肾捐给弟弟的事情牢记在心。

她当时就想：「只要海萍需要，心我都可以给。」可是，海藻愿意把心给姐姐，小贝却不愿意。

海藻带着衣服和海萍买的水果回到自己住的地方，这是与其他几个人合租的一套三室一厅，离市区很远，不过离海藻上班的公司很近。回来的时候，小贝已经把晚饭都准备妥当了，两菜一汤，有荤有素。小贝是海藻工作的第一个单位的同事，自从俩人好上，海藻就从海萍的家搬出来与小贝同居了。「省房钱。」这是小贝对海藻开玩笑时候说的，他解释为什麽现在同居的人如此之多，「房租太贵，得俩人摊。」

「我的漂亮小猪！这个肉丝给你！」小贝习惯性将所有他认为好吃的东西都往海藻碗里丢。他会细致到拨开长长的豆芽，把左躲右闪藏无可藏的肉星全都挑出来，再一点一点移给海藻。海藻不爱吃肉，或者说，海藻自觉不爱吃肉，因为小贝喜欢。凡是小贝喜欢的，海藻自觉就不爱了。两人配合默契，从没在吃上发生过纠纷，他们总是恰好地喜欢吃对方不爱吃的东西，却爱看对方都爱的电影，爱一起拉着手围着楼转圈。两人如果发生纠纷，一定是这样的：「跟你说了我不爱吃肉！我要减肥！」海藻把肉又丢回小贝的碗里。

「你要胖点！减什麽肥呀！女为悦己者容！你多胖我都爱你，反正我已经悦了，你就不必减了！」俩人就为那点点肉丝在筷头上推来推去。搞不好珍贵的肉丝还掉地上。这时候，总是小贝义不容辞地迅速从地上捞起来塞进嘴里。

「哎呀！脏不脏！掉了就扔了啊！」

「不脏！医学小常识说了，食物掉到地上30秒之内拣起来是不会被污染的。

浪费了可惜。」

海藻看着小贝青春洋溢的脸和富有感染力的笑容，还有丝丝入扣的体贴，想，什麽是幸福？幸福就是筷头上的肉丝。他心里有你就是幸福。

「哎！小贝，跟你商量个事儿。你手头有多少存款？」「6万多吧！」「俄滴神呀！老公！你简直太伟大了！你就是鲁迅笔下的孺子牛啊！吃草挤奶！你怎麽存的啊？」

「因为我的小猪乖嘛！她又不要买衣服，又不要出去高消费，整天陪我蜗居，再加上我一想到有一天要娶小猪进门，就如有神助！」小贝伸出两个巴掌往海藻面前一放，「耶！」俩人跟彩排好似的击掌欢呼，又非常非常「贱」地靠在一起撞两下屁股。这种小把戏是小贝设计的，每次都被海藻骂作「贱」，但是每次都会很「贱」地去配合，然后慢慢地乐此不疲。用小贝的话说：「人哪，贱贱就习惯了。」小贝还提议，应该把汉字的「渐渐地」改为「贱贱地」，他说，我贱贱地贱贱地爱上你。

「小贝，你能把钱借我用一下吗？」

「你无耻！你下流！你可恶！你卑鄙！」小贝突然把筷子往桌子上一拍，双目怒睁，手指点在海藻的鼻尖上，破口大骂。海藻吓得愣住了，一句话都不敢往下说。

「你的就是我的，我的就是你的。你怎麽可以跟我提借字？你应该直接说『小贝，把你的钱给我！』然后我就匍匐在地，双手奉上，战战兢兢颤颤巍巍地说，『拿去吧，都拿去吧，连我的人一并拿去吧！我此生此世都是你的人了！』」小贝突然狡黠一笑，将头伏在瞠目结舌的海藻手上，轻轻一吻。

海藻破惊为喜，摇着身子娇嗔：「你讨厌！吓死我了！你个猪头！我要你好看！」顺手抄起手边的杯子，看一眼，放下，回头从床上揪来枕头，劈头盖脸向小贝砸过去，俩人滚做一团。

海藻都忘记自己要说什麽了。

小贝扑了上来抱住海藻，「老婆，想死我了！」说着就把手伸进海藻的衣服摸住了她的乳房。海藻的胸部尺寸并不大，还好乳房到是那种翘翘挺挺的。

「摸摸你的头，你好温柔；摸摸你的脸，你好正点；摸摸你的腰，你好风骚；摸摸你的手，你今晚跟我走；摸摸你的背，你今晚跟我睡；摸摸你的腿，你好多的水，什麽水呀？农夫山泉有点甜！」小贝边唱着「新编十八摸」，边摸着海藻翘挺的乳房。

「你流氓，讨厌啦！再唱，不让你摸了！」

「哪老婆你跟不跟我走？」小贝嬉皮笑脸的问海藻。

「讨厌！还说，人家人都是你的了。」

「哪你还不给摸？」

「今晚我不想，我有点累了！」海藻拉下了小贝正在抚摸乳房的手。

「老婆，我要嘛，你看我的小弟弟都已经硬的不行了！」说着，小贝拉下了裤子露出了早已经勃起的阴茎。小贝的阴茎勃起时不是很粗但很长，海藻第一次看到它时觉得那东西觉得像老家过年时放的二踢脚。

「那我现在帮你弄出来吧！」海藻看着小贝的阴茎，手摸了上去。

「又用手，老婆我要放在你的小逼逼里！」小贝的手伸进了海藻的裤子。

小贝正是性慾最旺盛的年龄，但是海藻由于害羞腼腆总怕一起居住在隔壁的小贝同事嘲笑，因而在这方面不是很主动也要求没有那麽强烈，但海藻心里很爱小贝，每当小贝硬要而自己不是很想或是来例假时，海藻就用手帮小贝弄出来。

「小贝，我今天真的很累，再说让隔壁同事听到声音知道了很尴尬，明天好吗？明天下午隔壁同事出去逛街再我让你放到我的里面！」海藻的手还在小贝的阴茎上抚摸着。

「那你把衣服都脱了，我要看你光光的才能放的出来！」小贝开始提要求了。

「就你事情多，好吧，那你可要快点，都这麽晚了！」海藻说着走到了床上。

海藻把衣服一件件的都脱光了，一丝不挂的站在床边。海藻是那种小鸟依人型的女孩，白里透红的肌肤，胸前那对乳房微微向上翘挺着，乳房上那两只粉嫩的乳头让人看的垂涎欲滴。细细的腰身，平坦的小腹，小腹下那片褐黄色的阴毛掩不住两腿间的两片不大的大阴唇，海藻的阴部跟姐姐海萍一样都是长的比较饱满的但她的阴毛不像海萍那样浓密，阴唇间的缝隙若隐若现的，看的小贝的阴茎更硬了。

小贝走到海萍身前，亲了下海藻的乳头，把海藻平躺在床上，他也爬上床，跪在海藻身旁，分开海藻的双腿，一只手摸着海藻阴部，另一只手摸着海藻的乳头。海藻的手也抓住了小贝的阴茎上下抚弄着，手指还不是地在小贝的龟头上轻轻的搓着。

小贝的眼睛盯着海藻的阴部，手指不停的在海藻的阴唇间拨弄着，他想以此调起海藻的性慾，但今晚的海藻虽然被小贝的手指也弄出了淫液，但她没有让小贝进入自己的身体。小贝自从和海藻有了第一次后发现海藻还是处女后，更加怜爱海藻了！他认为，海藻就是上天赐给他的礼物，是不可亵渎的。因此如果海藻不愿意，他是不会强行进入的。

小贝低下头用嘴含住了海藻的乳头，吮吸着，他好像回到了婴儿时在母亲的怀里吃奶。摸着海藻阴部上的手不停地抚摸着海藻的大阴唇。海藻侧了侧身子，另一只手摸住了小贝的睾丸，轻轻的揉着，抚摸着阴茎的手加快了速度。小贝的阴茎在海藻的抚弄下开始一跳一跳的，阴茎口开始有液体渗出。海藻感到小贝要射了，她连忙抓过自己脱下的白色小内裤包住了小贝的阴茎，用力上下抚弄着，小贝低头看了眼包着自己阴茎的白色内裤，他闻到到了从内裤上散发出的海藻的体味，他的睾丸猛地收了几下，一股股精液射到了海藻的内裤上。小贝瘫躺在床上，海藻怜爱的用内裤把小贝的龟头擦乾净。

「你先睡吧，我去洗个澡。」海藻亲了亲小贝。洗完澡海藻钻进被窝，小贝从身后抱住抱住了她，一只手按在了海藻的小乳房上，就这样两人渐渐的进入了梦乡。

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苏淳泄气地走进门。海萍正在公共厨房间里炒菜，看老公一言不发，招呼不打低头直上三楼，狐疑地赶紧将菜炒毕，关了火端着菜尾随上楼。

「怎麽不高兴的样子？你跟你妈说钱的事情了？」海萍看丈夫的脸色。苏淳点点头。

「她怎麽说？」

「她没说话。」

「完啦？你就挂电话啦？你亏得在单位打，你要是在家打，那不是浪费电话费吗？明天再去问。一定要搞到！海藻那里我都说妥了。我今天晚上给我妈打电话。」

「海萍，我真的很难张口。老人存点钱很不容易。你要知道，我们父母辈那过的是什麽日子。年轻的时候要养老要养小，好不容易把老的都送走了，一天没舒服，小的还要去刮。这对他们的一生来说公平吗？如果在他们那个时代，我们现在是该给老的钱。他们不要我们负担，已经很好了。我们，我们……」「收起你的内疚心吧！又不是只刮你父母。我这边不也拿刀子锥子吗？你那叫快刀拉肉，只疼一下，我这边，每个月去割一块，我对我父母，比对你父母狠多了。除了大刀阔斧地割，还要细水长流地割。我父母比你父母还要惨。我说什麽了？按说，你们家娶媳妇，房子车子什麽的怎麽都该你们家出吧？现在儿子都出来了，我也不计较了。好歹就一次，你快去。」苏淳手指在桌面上划来划去，一副内心斗争激烈的样子。

海萍继续做思想工作：「这也怪不到我们啊！现在啃老族都成时尚了。哪个年轻人不啃？父母存在的价值，不就在给子女贡献中体现吗？你当我不知道他们艰难？人家美国老头儿老太太一退休就环游世界，我们这里老头儿老太太到退休了都死活赖着不走，有机会就要去反聘，他们又不是那麽想干活，那不就没条件吗？但是！但是！条件是怎麽来的？那是积累来的！人家美国人享受生活，也靠两百年前黑奴矿工卖命才奠定的基础啊！总要有人贡献嘛！我也不想，但我也没办法，为了我的儿子，我就打算牺牲父母了。我们牺牲两代人，看看能不能叫儿子以后过上好日子。对了，这叫什麽？用现在流行的话说，这叫转型期的痛苦，你劝你妈想开点，有多少都贡献出来。听见没有？点头啊！」苏淳叹气：「这个型怎麽老转不完啊！人家美国两百年历史，都完成积累了。我们上下五千年文化，怎麽还没完成原始积累？」「你不能这样算。你要算那个稳定发展期。我们中国不经常重新洗牌，推翻重来吗？你要从成立新中国算，现在才50年，再过150年就富裕了。」「照你这样算，我们儿子又是牺牲的一代。」

「我呸你！臭嘴！快吃饭吧，明天赶紧再打电话！」海萍扔下筷子，拿着脸盆，睡衣到晒台上的卫生间了去。

等海萍擦洗完身子，苏醇已经吃完饭，正抽着烟在看新闻联播，「你怎麽回事啊！吃好饭也不收拾，到看起新闻来了！」海萍大声道。

「我想看完新闻再收拾。」

「看什麽新闻，新闻关你屁事！你又不是国家领导！别看了，快点收拾好，我跟海藻约好了，一早就要走了！」

「那我抽完这只烟，就去！」

「你还抽烟，我跟你说啊，现在开始你给我把烟戒掉，省点钱，还要还贷款了！」

「省这点烟钱能搞个什麽！」苏醇轻声道。

「你除了会抽烟，还会什麽！你哪一点工作连个卫生间也买不起，每天洗身子像是做贼似的，还抽啊，快收拾了！」海萍已经开始吼了！

苏醇连忙掐灭烟，收拾起碗筷，出门洗碗去了。

海萍一个人躺在床上，抬头望着斑驳的天花板，刚才的一通发火，使她感到心里舒服了不少，「我什麽时候才能舒舒服服地洗个热水澡，快了，这几天赶快定金准备好，选好房子就可以直接交付定金了！这破房子，连洗个澡也像做贼一样！」海萍想着，手在身上摸了几下。

等苏醇把事情都干完后，海萍已经迷迷糊糊地睡着了，苏醇，看了会电视，觉得很无聊，关了电视也睡了。

深夜里，海萍走进了一套公寓，这房子地上铺着的实木地板蜡打着？亮，墙上贴着米黄色的碎花墙纸，罗马式的石膏吊顶，水晶吊灯，自己终于拥有了属于自己的房子。

海萍连忙走进卫生间，推开门，她看到全套的toto卫浴洁具，卫生间的一面墙上镶着一块一人多高的镜子！海萍慢慢地脱光身上的衣服，站在镜子前看着自己的身体，虽然已经年过三十，女儿也快六岁了，但是海萍的身材基本没什麽大的变化，只是比生女儿前丰满了点，乳房也大了，微微的有点下垂着虽然哺乳过的乳头已经不住粉嫩，但是比以前大了一圈，看上去更加的诱人，小腹虽然不再那样的平坦，但小腹下浓密卷曲的阴毛，再加上浑圆的屁股，更显出少妇的韵味。海萍在镜子前环顾着自己。

"I want to take a nice, relaxing hot bath!" Haiping stepped into the bathtub and lay down in the tub full of bath gel. She closed her eyes, the air filled with the faint scent of imported bath gel. The scent made her unconsciously caress herself. One hand stroked her breast, her fingers pinching her nipple, while the other hand reached between her legs, stroking her pubic hair and slowly parting her labia. A rush of hot water flowed into her vagina. Haiping's fingers touched her clitoris and rubbed it, while her other hand began to alternately knead her breasts. Haiping felt her body gradually heating up, her face flushing, her nipples becoming erect, and vaginal fluid beginning to flow. "Mmm, mmm…!" Haiping groaned.

Suddenly, Haiping heard footsteps. She hurriedly opened her eyes, and a naked man walked in. The steam in the bathroom made it impossible for Haiping to see the man's face, only his large, erect penis amidst the thicket of pubic hair between his legs. Haiping was a little flustered, but the man had already walked to the bathtub and pulled her out of the tub. Haiping stared blankly at the man, still unable to tell if it was Su Chun or someone else!

"You can relax here, quickly touch me!" A deep baritone voice said as the man pulled Haiping's hand to his erect penis. Haiping began to unconsciously stroke his penis. "Spread your legs, let me touch you too!" The magnetic baritone voice made Haiping unconsciously spread her legs. The man stroked Haiping's wet labia a few times, then inserted a finger into her vagina.

"Oh..." Haiping groaned.

The man's other hand was also kneading one of Haiping's breasts forcefully. "Haiping, we won't be disturbed here! Enjoy yourself!" The man's fingers inside Haiping's vagina moved faster, and with each in-and-out motion, a stream of vaginal fluid was drawn out. Haiping's vagina began to contract rhythmically, and her breasts swelled. The speed at which he stroked the man's penis also gradually increased. Haiping felt that the penis in her hand grew thicker and hotter under her caresses. "Haiping! Faster, faster! I'm going to cum!" the man growled in a low voice, inserting another finger into Haiping's vagina, his thumb pressing and rubbing against Haiping's clitoris.

"Oh! Oh! I'm going to come too!" Haiping's body began to tremble, and the stroking of the penis became even faster! "Haiping, I! I! I cum!"

A large gush of semen shot out, landing on Haiping's swollen breasts! Haiping's body was stimulated by the scalding semen, her vagina contracting tightly a few times. With another gush of vaginal fluid, Haiping reached her climax once more!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The sudden tapping on the floor from under the bed jolted Haiping awake. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she saw the familiar, mottled ceiling again!

Haiping realized she wasn't in the fragrant bathroom, but lying on the old double bed in the front building. Her nightgown was open, her bra had been unhooked, and sticky semen was dripping from her breasts. She was completely naked from the waist down! Her legs were spread wide apart! Haiping slightly raised her head and saw Su Chun kneeling naked beside her, two fingers inserted into her vagina. One of her hands was still gripping Su Chun's penis, with semen still leaking from the reddish-brown tip!

"That was a dream, it was all a dream! No! That was reality! I was being played with by Su Chun in my sleep, reaching my climax once again!" Hai Ping fully woke up. She pushed Su Chun away, got out of bed, wiped the semen off her body with a towel, and then quickly wiped her genitals before returning to bed. "You should wipe yourself too, go to sleep!

Don't forget to turn off the light, it's getting late!" Hai Ping said softly, then fell back asleep.

(This post was edited by jyron on 2014-12-24 23:26)

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