[Urban] Wild Countryside Madness (Complete) - 10-12

The Story of Tian Miaomiao [Part 3] 2

Aunt Ma scooped up another spoonful of oatmeal and fed it to Miaomiao. Seeing her daughter both crying and laughing, she sighed, "The hearts of parents are truly pitiful. Look at you, Miaomiao cries when something happens, and she cries even now that she's feeling better. Alas!

Being a mother is hard!"

Tian's sister-in-law wiped away her tears, "Mother, I'm just happy."

Aunt Ma said, "I know, I'm happy to see Miaomiao is alright too."

Tian's sister-in-law looked at her son and suddenly had the urge to feed him herself. She said to her mother, "Mother, let me feed Miaomiao too."

Aunt Ma knew her daughter was worried about her son, and seeing that her grandson was no longer in bad shape, she handed the bowl to her daughter with peace of mind, while reminding her, "Don't rush when feeding the child, take it slowly. Although Miaomiao can eat again, she is still very weak. If you feed her too quickly, she might not be able to swallow properly and could choke or enter the wrong trachea."

Tian's sister-in-law took Miaomiao and said repeatedly, "Mother, don't worry, I will be very careful."

Aunt Ma smiled and handed the bowl to her daughter. Aunt Tian was indeed very careful, so much so that even Aunt Ma felt it was excessive. Miao Miao was so hungry that he eagerly opened his mouth and swallowed the oatmeal as soon as it was placed to his lips. Seeing this, Aunt Tian felt sweeter than if she had drunk honey; her son was saved, and this joy was greater than adding a hundred years to her life. Aunt Ma saw that most of the oatmeal in the soup bowl had been eaten, so she stopped her daughter from continuing to feed him.

She said, "Alright, that's enough for now. Miao Miao has just regained his appetite; if he eats too much at once, it will upset his stomach. There's plenty of time; we can gradually train him later."

Aunt Tian was also afraid that her son wouldn't be able to handle eating too much, so she put down the spoon. However, Miao Miao didn't appreciate the adults' good intentions. Half-hungry, he became anxious, waving his arms and legs and crying loudly. Aunt Tian felt a pang of pity and asked her mother, "It looks like Miaomiao hasn't eaten enough. Look how hard he's crying. Mother, what should we do? Should we feed him again?"

Aunt Ma, who was washing dishes, quickly stopped her daughter, saying, "Xiaoying, don't feed him. Since Miaomiao can eat, he'll be fine. This child hasn't eaten for so long; if he eats too much at once, his stomach can't handle it. Let him cry; it won't hurt him. The most important thing now is to proceed gradually, slowly, and not harm his health, otherwise, it'll cause problems later." Aunt Tian felt heartbroken seeing her son crying so hard, but she didn't dare disobey her mother, because her mother's words made perfect sense. However, Miaomiao's incessant crying was making her anxious. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she put her nipple back into her son's mouth.

Aunt Ma came out of the kitchen, wiping the water from her hands, and smiled, "I was wondering what method could stop Miaomiao from crying. So that's how it is! Xiaoying is really resourceful. Actually, Miaomiao isn't really hungry; he ate most of a bowl of oatmeal. How hungry could he be?" "The child just has a toothache and needs to suckle to feel secure. See, he's settled down now, isn't he?"

Miao Miao's body hadn't fully recovered, and with all the crying and fussing, plus the food he ate, he was exhausted and finally fell asleep with his mother's nipple in his mouth. Seeing Miao Miao sleeping so sweetly, Aunt Tian and Aunt Ma finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Ying, put Miao Miao on the bed to sleep. Holding him like this isn't comfortable."

Hearing her mother say this, Aunt Tian took her nipple out of her son's mouth, stood up, and carried her son into the room.

Miao Miao was too tired and didn't react at all.

Aunt Tian covered her son with a blanket before leaving the room. Aunt Ma was wiping her sweat with a towel when she saw her daughter and asked, "Did Miao Miao sleep well?"

Aunt Tian nodded and said, "He slept very soundly. He didn't react at all when I put him on the bed."

Aunt Ma handed the towel to her daughter, "Xiao Ying, you should wipe your sweat too. These past few days have been hard enough. Fortunately, Miao Miao is alright. Thanks to the Bodhisattva, he's finally made it through." Aunt Tian

took the towel and sat down beside her mother. A gust of evening breeze blew by, and Aunt Tian felt a chill. She then realized that she was still completely naked from the waist up, and her cheeks flushed. She felt embarrassed.

Aunt Ma saw this and laughed, "Look at us like this! If a man walked in right now, we would be in real trouble. But thankfully, Miaomiao is alright, so it's alright."

Although Aunt Tian knew her mother was joking, she was still filled with gratitude.

She said, "Without Mother, Miaomiao would probably be gone by now. I really don't know how to repay Mother's great kindness."

Aunt Tian was not good with words, but her true feelings were evident, and her voice was choked with emotion. Aunt Ma's eyes were moist, and she waved her hand, saying, "We're family, so let's not be so formal. If Xiaoying keeps being so polite, Mother will really get angry." "Sister Tian was straightforward, so since her mother said so, she didn't say anything more.

... ... ...

"Mother, let's put our clothes on. It's embarrassing to be naked like this all the time."

"Silly child, we're family, what's there to be embarrassed about? I think it's better to be honest with each other."

Sister Tian stopped talking. She didn't understand why her mother said that. Although they were mother and daughter, they were both adults. It was always shameful to be naked with both breasts exposed.

"What? Is Xiaoying shy?"

Sister Tian didn't know how to answer, so she could only smile awkwardly.

"There are no outsiders here. Besides, we're all women. What you have, I have too. What's there to be shy about?"

Aunt Ma sighed. "Time flies so fast. I remember the first time you came to the threshing ground with me, you were even younger than Miaomiao, just learning to walk. I can't believe that more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. You're a mother now, and I've grown older."

Seeing her mother's dejected expression, Aunt Tian didn't know how to comfort her. Her mother had worked hard for most of her life, and even now she still had to worry about her son. She felt she owed her mother so much, a debt she could never repay in this lifetime. "

Mother! I..."

Aunt Ma snapped out of her reverie and asked, "What is it?"

Aunt Tian's cheeks flushed red, and she finally mustered her courage to say, "I...I want to nurse."

"You want to nurse?"

Aunt Ma chuckled. "Silly child, you're Miaomiao's mother now, and you still want your mother to nurse you? Xiaoying, you're joking with your mother, aren't you?"

Tears welled in Aunt Tian's eyes. She said, "In a mother's heart, her children are always children who never grow up. This feeling is especially profound when Miaomiao suckles at my breast. Only now do I understand how difficult it is to be a mother. If it weren't for your help, Miaomiao would probably be dead long ago. Without Miaomiao, I...I have no meaning in life." "

Sister Tian spoke sincerely, and as she spoke, tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. Aunt Ma, her eyes filled with tears, choked out, 'Silly child, you really are silly child. Why speak like this between two families? You're my only daughter; if I don't help you, who will I help? Miaomiao is your lifeblood, but isn't she also my heart's flesh? Now that the child is alright, you should be happy. Don't cry, don't cry! If you cry again, I won't be able to hold back.'

'Mother!'

Sister Tian threw herself into her mother's arms, bursting into tears. The injustice and grievances she had suffered since her husband's death were completely released with her tears.

Aunt Ma hugged her daughter, gently patting her plump back, comforting her, 'Silly child, don't cry, don't cry!

You should be happy that Miaomiao is alright! Okay, stop crying, do you want to wake Miaomiao?'" "

Sister Tian dared not cry anymore. She broke free from her mother's embrace, rubbing her red, teary eyes, and said shyly, 'Mother, I…'

Aunt Ma laughed, 'Alright, no need to say anymore. You're such a silly child, still so childish even after becoming a mother. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? By the way, didn't you say you wanted to nurse? Do you still want it now?'

Sister Tian blushed deeply and said shyly, 'I was just joking, it's alright, Mother, don't take it too seriously.'"

Aunt Ma said seriously, "How can you do that? I'm serious. Come on, Xiaoying, let Mom feed you one more time."

Sister Tian couldn't help but laugh. "I'm a mother myself, and I've breastfed my own son. How can I do something as silly as breastfeeding? If Miaomiao finds out, she'll laugh at me to death!"

"What is Miaomiao laughing at? He's your son, it's only natural for him to breastfeed you! I'm your mother, isn't it only right for me to breastfeed you? Come on, Xiaoying, stop dawdling, come and drink Mom's milk!"

Aunt Ma started off very seriously, but finally couldn't help but laugh.

Sister Tian laughed loudly and tried to dodge her mother's embrace. But it was too late. Aunt Ma grabbed her daughter, pressed her into her arms, and laughed, "Don't be so hesitant, quickly put Mom's nipple in your mouth. Mom is going to give my daughter a good feeding today." Sister Tian had no choice but to lie in her mother's arms and put the nipple in her mouth. Grandma Ma let out a long groan, her hand unconsciously grasping her daughter's full breasts. Tian's wife trembled reflexively, wanting to pull away, but ultimately restrained herself.

Sucking on her mother's nipple, Tian's wife, now a mother herself, slowly drifted back to her childhood memories.

************ Since being able to eat solid food, Miao Miao's health improved day by day thanks to the careful care of his mother and grandmother. In the end, he not only regained his former chubby and adorable appearance but was even stronger.

Miao Miao could walk and even learn to talk. When he called out "Mother" and "Grandma" in his tender, childish voice, Tian's wife and Grandma Ma were overjoyed and couldn't help but hug each other and cry.

The Tian family lost the lawsuit and, believing Miao Miao was beyond saving, gave up their demands. As for how Tian's wife and son fared, it seemed none of their business; they neither mentioned nor inquired. Later, they learned that Miao Miao had not only miraculously survived but was also stronger than before. The Tian family, whose sons had been born only once in generations, were envious and conceived the idea of taking Miaomiao back.

Although the Tian family was numerous and powerful, the court had already awarded custody to Tian's wife, so they dared not openly abduct her. They reasoned that since they couldn't use force, they would try a softer approach.

Because they weren't divorced, Tian's wife was still nominally Tian Shiluo's wife and a member of the Tian family. Miaomiao naturally became the heir to the family line. Using this as a pretext, the Tian family constantly pestered Tian's wife, pleading for her to let them take care of Miaomiao again for Shiluo's sake. As for forcing her to remarry, the Tian family admitted their mistake and was willing to publicly apologize.

Having just snatched her son from the jaws of death, how could Tian's wife willingly send him back to the jaws of death? More importantly, she had seen through the Tian family's hypocrisy. Thinking back to the past always sent chills down her spine; she had been tempered and was no longer the timid woman she once was. For her own and her son's happiness, Tian's wife resolutely refused all of the Tian family's demands.

To escape the relentless harassment from the Tian family, Tian's wife simply moved back to her parents' home. Only then did the Tian family restrain themselves, no longer daring to be so outrageous. Tian's wife and son could finally enjoy a few days of peace. However, staying at her parents' home long-term wasn't a long-term solution; it could easily become a target of gossip. Although she had a clear conscience, public opinion was a powerful force.

After careful consideration, Tian's wife decided to leave her parents' home. She told her mother, Aunt Ma, her plan. Aunt Ma was extremely reluctant, but couldn't think of a better solution. These past few days, she had also been troubled by her daughter's situation. It turned out that the Tian family, afraid to come to her door in person, had sent people to cause trouble, hurling insults and malicious rumors, saying that Zhu Hongyu was a shrew who had instigated and cut off someone else's family line, and that she would surely die a horrible death.

Aunt Ma was both amused and exasperated. She knew that continuing like this was unsustainable. While she herself wasn't afraid, she didn't want to affect her daughter's life, and with Miaomiao growing up, she didn't want to leave bad memories in her grandson's childhood. Grandma Ma finally agreed, but on one condition: they couldn't move back to Tianjia Village, and they couldn't be too far from Liujiawan. She needed to visit her grandson, Miaomiao, frequently.

After much deliberation, Tian's wife and son finally settled in Xiaoyanggou. Xiaoyanggou had a good location, bypassing Tianjia Village and very close to Liujiawan. If it was forty li (about 20 kilometers) from Xiaoyanggou to Tianjia Village, it was less than twenty li to Liujiawan. More importantly, Liujiawan was located in the middle of a straight line, making it impossible to detour through it from Tianjia Village to Xiaoyanggou or vice versa. With Liujiawan as a barrier, it would be much more difficult for the Tian family to cause trouble in Xiaoyanggou.

Grandma Ma was very satisfied with her daughter's choice, but the entire Tian family was furious. Tian Shilu's parents, disregarding their fatigue, ran dozens of li (about 5 kilometers) early in the morning to cause trouble in Xiaoyanggou. Seeing that the Tian family was determined to exterminate her, Aunt Tian couldn't swallow her resentment any longer. Finally, her anger erupted.

Miao Miao, not yet four years old, was very sensible. Seeing the two old monsters pointing at his mother and cursing her, he was enraged. He took the small broom Aunt Tian had made for him from inside the house and started hitting the two men. Tian Shilu's parents were so angry at their grandson's outrageous behavior that they vomited blood.

Tian's father was furious, raising his hand to hit Miao Miao while shouting, "You brat, how dare you hit your own grandfather! I'll beat you to death, you little bastard with a father but no mother!"

Aunt Tian rushed forward to protect her son, shouting, "You old beast, if you dare hit Miao Miao, I'll fight you to the death! At most, one life for another!"

Seeing the situation was turning against her, Tian's mother immediately rolled on the ground, pounding her chest and howling.

Xiao Yang Gou had a small population, but the people were simple and honest, and they never looked down on Aunt Tian and her son, who were orphans and widows. On the contrary, they were deeply concerned and sympathetic to their plight. Seeing the mother and son being bullied, they all rushed out to support them, condemning the unreasonable behavior of Mr. and Mrs. Tian.

Seeing so many people supporting Mrs. Tian, the elderly couple knew they wouldn't gain anything. Coupled with the beating Miao Miao gave them with a broom, they were utterly disheartened. Finally, they cursed, "May God bless you, you little rascal, so you won't grow up," and slunk away, never to set foot in Xiaoyanggou again.

Grandma Ma, upon hearing the news, rushed to help. When she learned of her grandson's bravery, she happily hugged Miao Miao, showering her with kisses and affection. Miao Miao kept calling her "Grandma" repeatedly. Grandma Ma felt even sweeter, feeling that no amount of love could express her love for her grandson. Mrs. Tian was also incredibly gratified by her son's thoughtfulness.

That night, Grandma Ma and Mrs. Tian, mother and daughter, held Miao Miao, listening to the child's joyful cries of "Mama!" and "Grandma!", and were happy all night long.

Since settling down in Xiaoyanggou, Aunt Tian's personality has become more cheerful. However, she remains indifferent to the idea of remarrying; her only wish is to stay with her beloved son and live a good life.

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and Miaomiao, who has been living with his mother, is now fifteen years old. The child is round-faced and chubby, and coupled with his intelligence, he is loved by everyone. Aunt Tian, now in her early thirties, has also become increasingly plump due to her comfortable life, resembling a clay figurine from Wuxi with a face full of good fortune. The people of Xiaoyanggou enjoy associating with her and often joke that she is "blessed with good fortune; it will be hard for her not to enjoy the blessings of her children and grandchildren in the future." Aunt Tian always smiles broadly upon hearing this, repeatedly saying, "I hope so, I hope so!"

In recent years, thanks to favorable policies and hard work, Aunt Tian's family's life has gradually become more prosperous. Although Miaomiao's academic performance was average and he was mischievous, he was very filial. Therefore, Aunt Tian wasn't too worried about him, thinking, "It's normal for boys to be active and mischievous; he'll correct himself as he grows up. No need to worry."

Because of her comfortable life, Aunt Tian became even more plump. However, being a hardworking farmer, her figure, though full, was very sturdy, without the puffiness of an obese person. Aunt Tian was already very beautiful, and her auspicious appearance added to her charm. Thus, some people gave her the nickname "Reincarnated Yang Guifei," referring to Yang Guifei, one of the Four Beauties of ancient China, who was known for her full figure.

Aunt Tian wasn't particularly pleased with this praise; she wasn't one to be complacent. Of course, given her age and appearance, she had many suitors, all of whom unanimously agreed not to mind Miaomiao's existence and promised to love him as their own son.

Aunt Tian was a woman, a young and physiologically normal woman, and it was impossible for her to be without sexual desire. However, Aunt Tian was not the kind of promiscuous woman who couldn't live without a man. She considered herself an unlucky woman (a common mindset among widows), having already harmed her husband, how could she possibly burden others? Besides, Miaomiao was grown up; how could she possibly remarry? She wouldn't have before, and now it was even more impossible. To her, her son was more important than any man in the world; Miaomiao was her lifeblood. As long as she had

her son, nothing else mattered. Aunt Tian had long since given up on marriage, but she would politely and respectfully refuse every suitor. Gradually, people within a hundred miles knew of Aunt Tian's character, and thus, their respect for her deepened.

Aunt Tian still loved to laugh and didn't care what others thought. Whenever someone jokes that not only has she gotten fat, but her son also looks like her little pig, Aunt Tian always laughs heartily and proudly says, "My son and I look alike, both blessed with good fortune, what's wrong with that?"

Over the years, Aunt Ma has gained weight.

This is understandable; her daughter and grandson are doing well, so how could she, as an elder, not be happy? Actually, to be honest, Aunt Ma isn't old at all. In the old days, women married young, especially in the countryside. Just imagine, Aunt Tian is only in her early thirties, and her son is already fourteen or fifteen; how old could her mother be? Aunt Ma is probably around fifty years old this year, more precisely, a little over forty but not quite fifty.

As for the title "Auntie," it's just a local custom in the village, a form of address! Here, a woman is called "Sister-in-law" once she's married, and "Auntie" once she has a grandson, regardless of her actual age.

Aunt Ma was quite plump, and not as well-maintained as her daughter. After all, she was fifty years old, and had gained weight; her body wasn't as strong as it used to be, which was natural. However, whether it was Sister Tian, Aunt Ma, or even Miao Miao, although they were a bit plump, they weren't unattractive at all—that was a fact.

The neighbors all adored this three generations of grandmother and grandchildren. Whenever they saw them, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. In their eyes, these three generations were so adorable; combined, they probably wouldn't even weigh as much as an elephant. As for the whole family blocking the road, that was even less of a problem. Whenever this happened, Sister Tian and Aunt Ma would just laugh it off. They

knew these people didn't mean any harm

, so why get angry? ********** ...

Indeed, it's hard to associate someone as kind-hearted, helpful, and optimistic as Aunt Tian with suicide. But let's not forget that everyone has flaws. Aunt Tian also had a hidden side: she was suspicious and petty—perhaps a common trait among widows.

Aunt Tian raised her son with great hardship, only to be met with his words, "You're blind, you've got the wrong child." For a woman like her, who placed all her hopes on her son, this blow was unbearable. She couldn't understand where she had gone wrong. While her discipline of her son hadn't been strict, her care had been meticulous. Why did her son still hate her so much? Had everything she done in the past been wrong?

Actually, Aunt Tian truly didn't understand. Loving one's child is every mother's duty and a testament to the greatness of maternal love. However, if a child is treated as one's own life, or even more important than life itself, then that love is excessive. Regardless of whether the method is right or wrong, the price of such love is heavy; it can impair normal thinking and burden a person with an unnecessary psychological baggage.

Unfortunately, Aunt Tian is such a person.

As a mother, Aunt Tian should have understood her son's personality, but did she really? The answer is no! Miao Miao is quick-witted and quick-thinking, a brilliant child, but he is still young and has developed a self-righteous streak, so he occasionally utters incoherent nonsense, which is inevitable and normal.

If Aunt Tian understood her son's personality, she would know that the correct educational method is "guidance" rather than "suppression." Unfortunately, Aunt Tian has a fiery temper and lacks refinement, which means she is not someone who can patiently guide or reason effectively. When faced with a stubborn and unreasonable brat like Miaomiao, she was simply at a loss, like a scholar encountering a soldier – reason was useless.

Miaomiao's strange remark, "blind and ignorant, carrying the wrong child," was merely parroting; she only half-understood the meaning of the conversation, and Aunt Tian didn't need to hold a grudge. However, as mentioned before, her son's behavior had reached an extreme.

When people are extreme, both their thoughts and actions are dangerous; they can make people lose their reason. Aunt Tian's sadness stemmed from the fear of loss. She had always firmly believed that although her son was naughty and mischievous, his heart always belonged to her. However, Miaomiao's angry words undoubtedly shattered her confidence, making her realize that her belief was unrealistic.

Aunt Tian's heart was in turmoil; she couldn't think of anything else but grief. She heard Miaomiao's calls and knew he was chasing her, but she still hardened her heart and kept going. Her strong pride wouldn't allow her to accept her son's apology with a wounded heart. Although she knew that this resentment couldn't last forever, she couldn't easily forgive her son because her heart was already broken.

"Mom, wait for me, wait for me! I know I was wrong, Mom, Mom..."

Miao Miao saw that his mother was ignoring him, so he quickened his pace, wanting to run up and grab his mother but not daring to, and stamped his feet and cried in distress. "Mom, what's wrong? Why aren't you paying attention to me? Mom, I know I was wrong, please don't ignore me!"

Miao Miao didn't understand why his mother was so sad. He didn't realize that his words had caused his mother great harm. Of course, this couldn't be blamed on him, because what he usually saw was something he had never encountered before.

In their village, the naughty boy Mao Xiao Mao, whenever he was chased and beaten by his mother, would say that he was blind and had carried the wrong baby, in order to vent his resentment.

Strangely, his mother, Sister-in-law Aniu, wasn't angry. She just laughed and scolded, "That's right, who told you to be so blind? Since you've acknowledged me as your master, you have to obey me. You brat, you're not even fully grown yet and you're already trying to mess with me, hehe! You must be itching for a spanking, fine! Today I'll give you a 'cane-braised pork leg,' I guarantee you'll never forget it. Hehe, you little rascal, don't run away..."

Seeing the mother and son chasing each other through the village, everyone in the village looked on with disapproval. However, despite their intimidating demeanor, they were actually fine after a while. Some of the village elders couldn't stand it anymore and said to Mao Xiaomao's father, "Aniu, you should also discipline Xiaomao and his mother. They're always acting crazy, what kind of behavior is this?" Whenever this happened, Mao Xiaomao's father, Mao Mao Niu, would always laugh and say, "It's alright, it's alright." Enraged, the speaker shouted, "Your wife and son are fine, but you, you stupid ox, are!"

Miao Miao, who usually enjoyed watching a good show, had unconsciously picked up this catchphrase. Today, in a fit of anger with her mother, she blurted it out impulsively, only wanting to feel better, without considering the consequences. Later, seeing her mother heartbroken, she became frightened, but couldn't understand why her mother and Sister-in-law A-Niu reacted so differently.

Miao Miao, of course, couldn't understand, because her mother and Sister-in-law A-Niu were from completely different worlds.

Mao Xiao Mao was unruly and notoriously bad, often scolded and beaten by his mother, but he lived in a family with both parents. Therefore, Sister-in-law A-Niu's discipline of her son was no different from any other mother. In other words, Sister-in-law A-Niu's maternal love for her son was uncomplicated. Her favorite saying was,

"A mother is a mother, and we women can't and shouldn't interfere in our husbands' affairs!"

Sister-in-law A-Niu was very clear about her role; she was a woman, and all she had to do was fulfill her duties as a woman. As for whether her son would succeed, she didn't consider that, because that was her husband's responsibility.

In contrast, Aunt Tian was not so fortunate. As a widow, she was forced to shoulder responsibilities traditionally reserved for men. Being both father and mother, the pressure she endured was unimaginable. Even more tormenting was the daily fear of her son's fate. Having already lost her husband, she couldn't bear the thought of losing her son. Her

constantly tense nerves made Aunt Tian exceptionally sensitive; her cheerful exterior was merely a mask for her inner fragility. If slapping her son was an instinctive reaction of pride, then letting him touch her breasts was a helpless compromise with reality. She could no longer bear the pain of losing her son, even a slight increase in psychological distance was unacceptable.

Many unruly children have said things like Mao Xiaomao's resentment towards his mother, but to Aunt Tian, it meant something different. These words not only negated everything she had done in the past but also completely destroyed the beliefs she held dear.

Aunt Tian clung to these hurtful words because her love for her son had been mixed with inappropriate sexual desire. In her subconscious, Miaomiao had become the embodiment of her husband.

In Tian's complex yet simple emotional world, only two men could permanently occupy her heart: her deceased husband and her son with whom she lived. Her husband was memory, representing the past; her son was reality, real and tangible. If remembering her husband could evoke the joy of her memories, then holding onto her son guaranteed her future.

All along, Tian had unconsciously divided herself: her body belonged to her husband, but her heart belonged to her son. This division, seemingly illogical, had practical significance because it solidified Tian's principle: she was a woman of unwavering loyalty. Having chosen her husband, no matter what happened, she would not change her initial intention. This was also a major reason why numerous suitors, despite their fierce pursuit, could never break through Tian's emotional Achilles' heel.

Tian's thoughts were stubborn, but her mind was clear. She knew that no matter how much pain she endured, her husband could not be brought back to life, so pouring her emotions into memories was unrealistic. Thus, Miao Miao became her sole support in real life, and she regarded her son as her final emotional refuge. This was not only a continuation of her love for her husband but also her unwavering life belief.

For the past ten years, Aunt Tian had been able to easily uphold her principles, and her life with her son was happy and fulfilling. However, everything changed completely in one day. First, a heavy slap inexplicably created a psychological barrier between mother and son, followed by the unrestriction of her breasts on her son, which completely destroyed what she thought was an unbreakable ethical barrier.

The son took over the father's role! The generational hierarchy between father and son crumbled in the son's satisfaction, leaving Aunt Tian feeling confused and fearful. Although the person touching her breasts was her son, she still felt a strong sense of shame for losing her virginity. She felt sorry for her deceased husband because she had failed to uphold the rights that should have belonged to him.

Whether Aunt Tian admits it or not, the scales in her heart have begun to tip towards her son. Although Miao Miao hasn't actually had his way with her, in her outdated mindset, touching her breasts and penetration are essentially the same thing—both will completely change her thoughts, life, and even her destiny. The only difference is the degree of their impact.

Aunt Tian may not yet realize that her feelings for her son have undergone a qualitative change; her maternal love has inevitably been mixed with sexual desire. Although she has sternly warned herself never to let her son touch her breasts again, would she refuse if he continued to demand it or even forced himself on her? Aunt Tian dared not answer herself, because she didn't believe she would have the courage to refuse her son's persistence.

Whether others believe it or not, Aunt Tian's views are indeed constantly changing; her initial fear has turned into a final expectation. "Obey your father in youth, your husband after marriage, and your son in old age"—this ancient Chinese proverb, rooted in the minds of the Chinese people for thousands of years, is once again demonstrating its powerful influence. Aunt Tian had completely accepted reality: Miao Miao had the right to inherit everything from his father, including his mother. To outsiders, this idea seemed unbelievable, but Aunt Tian considered it her destiny. She was willing to unconditionally open everything to her son whenever needed.

Aunt Tian knew that only by holding onto her son's heart could she keep him from leaving. She hadn't considered how, but if her body (her breasts) could keep him, she wouldn't hesitate.

However, fate played a cruel trick. Just as Aunt Tian was constantly adjusting herself to please her son, Miao Miao's almost idiotic outburst not only shattered Aunt Tian's dream but also dragged her back to the cruel reality. The immense emotional shock was unbearable; she felt suffocated by pain. Everything she had done before seemed meaningless. In that instant, Aunt Tian felt a strong sense of world-weariness, because she had no will to live.

Miao Miao was still a child, not understanding the psychology of women, much less the intricacies of male-female relationships. However, his remorse was genuine. He loved his mother, and although he looked down on her intelligence, it didn't diminish his love for her. This was a son's natural love for his mother, and also a reward for Aunt Tian's emotional investment.

Miao Miao lost his father at the age of one, and his life was snatched back from the jaws of death by his mother and maternal grandmother. This special experience firmly bound the three generations of the family together. "Mother and grandmother" were the two most important women in Miao Miao's life, but if one were to differentiate the weight of their affections, there were still differences. Miao Miao loved his mother the most. Although he also loved his maternal grandmother, it was basically just a grandson's instinct to be affectionate towards his grandparents.

Miao Miao's love for his mother was irreplaceable by any other emotion. Although his maternal grandmother's love for him was no less than his mother's, he was raised by his mother alone. Only he knew the hardships his mother endured in raising him. Miao Miao remembered them all. Even as a young child, he had a strong conviction: "My mother is his, and no one can take her away from me."

Miao Miao cared deeply for his mother, but he didn't know how to respect her, or rather, he never even considered doing so. All he cared about was that his mother couldn't accept any affection from anyone other than him. This was an extremely selfish and self-centered narrow-minded thought that ignored the principle of "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."

Undeniably, Miao Miao was intelligent, but his intelligence served only himself. He didn't bother to understand his mother. He didn't realize that although his mother was seemingly ordinary, she was still a woman of flesh and blood, with thoughts and feelings. She could accept her son's teasing, but only within her acceptable limits—something Miao Miao disregarded.

Miao Miao didn't understand that his mother didn't need much; just a little respect would have been enough for her. However, Miao Miao was even stingy with this basic respect, how could Aunt Tian not be heartbroken?

If Aunt Tian's sadness stemmed from clinging to her son's words, it would be more accurate to say it was because his inappropriate and rude remarks, regardless of the occasion, had wounded her self-esteem.

As a mother, being so mercilessly ridiculed by her son in front of outsiders—how could she possibly save face? Although the so-called "outsider" was only her own mother, Aunt Tian still felt utterly humiliated. Therefore, a large part of Aunt Tian's emotional reaction was due to her inner anger. Frankly speaking, if it had only been her and Miao Miao at the time, her son's arrogance would certainly have saddened and disappointed her, but she would never have considered suicide.

Miao Miao, oblivious to the underlying reasons, only felt that his mother's coldness was unprecedented. Disheartened, he followed his mother, who walked faster and faster, feeling nothing but anxiety and helplessness. He couldn't understand why methods that usually worked so well had suddenly failed; had his mother stopped loving him?

Just as Miao Miao was lost in thought, he suddenly felt his foot kick a pile of furry objects. Before he could react, he heard an angry bark. Startled, Miao Miao looked up and saw a wolfhound, about the size of a small bull, barking and snarling at him.

The wolfhound had been lying by the roadside, gnawing on a bone it had somehow acquired. It was enjoying its meal when Miao Miao suddenly kicked it, its food gone, and its head struck for no reason. Instantly, it became enraged, baring its sharp teeth and glaring with its bright blue-green eyes, ready to attack at any moment.

Miao Miao fears nothing and no one, except for his incurable fear of dogs. He'd been terrified of dogs since childhood. Even the sight of a newly weaned puppy would give him goosebumps; now, facing a large, strong wolfhound, how could he not be terrified?

Startled and frightened, he couldn't cry out and ran towards his mother, shouting, "Oh no... don't chase me! Don't bite me! Mother, Mother, help! Dog, dog, it's chasing me! It's biting me! Mother, the dog is catching up! Mother, save me!"

Aunt Tian, heartbroken, initially ignored her son's apologies, but the more she listened, the more uneasy she felt. Miao Miao's cries for help were accompanied by rapid barking. A woman's intuition told her that her son was in danger. She turned and saw a large, sharp-toothed dog frantically chasing and biting her son.

Aunt Tian was horrified; her resentment towards her son vanished instantly. She knew her son had always been afraid of dogs, and now being chased and bitten by a large dog as thick as a small bull was sure to terrify him.

Extremely anxious, she shouted to her son, who was desperately trying to escape, "Miaomiao, don't run! The more you run, the more the dog will chase you! Don't be afraid! Mom's here, Mom's coming to help you!" Saying this, she bent down, picked up a broken brick, and ran quickly towards her son.

Seeing Tian's wife charging towards it, the vicious dog immediately dropped Miaomiao and turned to pounce on her.

Seeing the vicious dog with its phosphorescent eyes lunging at her, Tian's wife felt a chill run down her spine. Her fear of dogs wasn't much better than Miaomiao's, but for her son's sake, she resolutely raised the brick and hurled it at the dog's head.

The vicious dog was very intelligent; seeing the brick flying towards its head, it leaped away, dodging the fatal blow. However, because Tian's wife used force and aimed accurately, the dog's neck was still struck heavily. The vicious dog let out a pitiful howl. Fortunately, the beast had thick skin and tough flesh, so although it was seriously injured, its life was not in danger.

Tian's attack missed, instead enraging the dog, which made her heart pound with fear. But she couldn't retreat; for Miaomiao, she had to persevere even at the cost of her life.

The wounded dog became even more ferocious, baring its teeth and roaring as it lunged at Tian again. Unable to retaliate without a weapon, Tian could only dodge, but her movements were slightly slow, and her sleeve was immediately torn by the dog's sharp claws.

Tian broke out in a cold sweat, relieved that she hadn't been seriously injured. Seeing the vicious dog baring its teeth and claws at its mother, Miao Miao was filled with anxiety and anger. Forgetting her fear, she grabbed a stone and threw it at the dog, shouting, "Dead dog, sick dog, mangy dog! You dare bite my mother? I'll kill you!"

The dog, struck by the stone, immediately turned its attention to Miao Miao. Having been teased repeatedly, this beast had learned its lesson. Instead of attacking immediately, it lowered its front paws, raised its head, revealing a set of long, white teeth, and growled softly, seemingly waiting for its chance to strike.

Miao Miao's legs went weak under the dog's gaze. Aunt Tian, anxious, shouted, "Miao Miao, don't worry about your mother! I'll distract the dog! You run!" But the dog was incredibly agile. Seizing an opening in Miao Miao's movement, it swiftly leaped into the air, lunging straight for her throat.

Aunt Tian was terrified, her face drained of color. The situation was critical, and there was no time to save her. Miao Miao was about to be killed by the dog's teeth when, at that critical moment, Aunt Ma arrived just in time. She shouted, "You beast, you're asking for death!" Before she finished speaking, a thick stick, as thick as a bowl, struck the dog's head.

The vicious dog leaped into the air, unable to turn nimbly, and with a muffled "crack," its head was struck by the stick. The dog's body fell like a broken kite. The dog's skull was exceptionally hard; the blow hadn't even knocked it unconscious. Instead, it let out an even more piercing scream. Aunt Ma gave it no chance to retaliate, swinging the stick indiscriminately and beating it relentlessly.

The vicious dog, stunned by the beating, could only roll on the ground howling in pain; its previous ferocity was gone. The beast stared at Granny Ma with its murky eyes, finally realizing it had encountered someone far more ruthless. Dogs, like people, bully the weak and fear the strong. The dog, its teeth chattering on the ground after being beaten by Granny Ma, limped away, tail between its legs, whimpering as it disappeared from sight.

Granny Ma threw down the wooden stick, rubbed her aching wrist, and said, "That beast knows what's good for it. If it had been a moment later, its head would have been knocked off too." Aunt

Tian's mind went blank. Her first reaction was to hug her son tightly, crying, "Miaomiao, are you alright? You scared me to death!"

Miaomiao was ashen-faced. Though he had escaped death, his hands were still trembling. The scene had been truly terrifying; had he hesitated even a moment longer, he would likely have become a victim of the dog's attack. He hugged his mother and cried, "Mom, don't go, I'm scared."

Aunt Tian kissed her still-shaken son and said tenderly, "Miaomiao, don't be afraid, Mom's here. My good child, don't be afraid, Mom will never leave you."

Miaomiao choked back tears, "Mom, I'm sorry! I talked nonsense and made you angry. I didn't mean to, Mom, please don't mind. I won't do it again. Please forgive me, Mom?"

At this moment, Aunt Tian was already in tears, her resentment transforming into boundless maternal love. Although the terrifying battle between man and dog had long since ended, she still couldn't shake off the fear of weakness and helplessness. In that moment, she understood a feeling she could never normally comprehend: the impermanence of life!

When Miaomiao was in the dog's jaws, his life hanging by a thread, Aunt Tian realized how fragile humans are, how the difference between life and death lies in the blink of an eye. What would have happened if her mother had arrived a moment later, or if the dog had been even more ferocious? Aunt Tian dared not think further, for it was too terrifying.

Her son asked if she was still angry. Would she still be angry? She had long since stopped.

All she felt was reflection. She wondered if her persistent resentment towards her son was worthwhile. Undeniably, her son had his faults, but was it necessary to retaliate with cold indifference? If Miao Miao had met with misfortune, wouldn't she have indirectly harmed her son?

Aunt Tian felt a chill of fear; she regretted her impulsive actions. She finally understood that separation and death weren't as far-fetched as she had imagined. If one didn't cherish what they had, they would only end up with lifelong regret.

Miao Miao, thinking Aunt Tian was still angry, wiped away his mother's tears and said sincerely, "Mom, don't be angry. Seeing you unhappy makes me very sad. Although I'm usually mischievous and naughty, I truly love you, Mom. I never intended to make you angry, really! Mom, you have to believe me."

Her son's words were like timely spring rain, nourishing Aunt Tian's parched heart. She wiped away her tears, kissed her son, and said affectionately, "Silly Miaomiao, Mother has long since stopped being angry with you!"

"That's wonderful, Mother, thank you!"

Miaomiao was overjoyed, hugged his mother, and couldn't help but kiss her. Aunt Tian's cheeks flushed red.

Miaomiao felt the gentle trembling of his mother's chest. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This boy, still flustered, was overcome with lust and, taking advantage of Aunt Tian's unpreparedness, grabbed her high, firm breasts.

Aunt Tian felt as if she had been electrocuted, her face turning bright red, but she did not resist. At this moment, she was immersed in the joy of regaining what she had lost. Although her son was impolite, she no longer felt ashamed of it. Miaomiao was first shocked by his mother's acquiescence, then overjoyed with lust. Aunt Tian was a little worried about her son's audacity. She peeked at her mother and found her wiping away sweat, seemingly unaware of Miaomiao's improper behavior.

Aunt Tian thought to herself, "That Miao Miao is such a lecher. He dares to act recklessly even in this situation. Luckily, his grandmother didn't find out. Sigh... I let him have his way on the road. If I refuse him now, he'll definitely be unhappy. Oh well! Let him be like this for a while. After all, he's still just a child. He won't be like this when he grows up."

Aunt Tian turned around, blocking her mother's view with her back. In this way, Aunt Ma would at most see the mother and son embracing, but wouldn't notice the secret.

This was undoubtedly a self-deceptive act. With Aunt Ma's shrewdness, how could she not see the flaw? She just pretended not to know to avoid embarrassment. She felt very uncomfortable. She originally thought her daughter couldn't accept something, but now her daughter accepted it so readily. Since Miao Miao could get satisfaction from his mother, his demands on himself would naturally decrease. Her idea that she could use her breasts to control her grandson was clearly overestimating her abilities.

Grandma Ma was filled with disappointment, a feeling of self-worth diminishing overwhelmed her, a shadow that wouldn't go away.

At first, Aunt Tian could barely accept it, but later, Miao Miao's teasing became too much, making her feel itchy all over. At the same time, she was afraid her mother would discover their secret, so she pushed her son away, saying, "Miao Miao, stand still. It's uncomfortable for me to hug you like that. Look, Grandma's laughing at you."

Aunt Tian said this only to test her mother's reaction, to see if she had noticed Miao Miao's inappropriate behavior. Grandma Ma understood perfectly well, but pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "Miao Miao, you must have been frightened by the dog. You're still clinging to me. Look at the time! You must not want to go to Grandma's house."

Miao Miao, momentarily forgetting his grandmother was beside him, suddenly realized that if his grandmother found out he had touched his mother's breasts, she would be unhappy, and his plan would be ruined.

He was anxious because he knew that his mother's tacit approval was only temporary indulgence; once her emotions calmed down, this benefit would be unlikely to come again. Unlike her mother, her grandmother had promised to let her play with her breasts, so she couldn't afford to upset her grandmother.

Miao Miao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her grandmother's expression was calm and she didn't seem angry, but she was still a little uneasy.

Aunt Tian pushed her son away, straightened her clothes, and thanked her mother, saying, "Thanks to Mother's timely arrival, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Aunt Ma laughed, "Why be so polite among family? Miao Miao's business is my business too. I just didn't expect that beast to be so vicious. I wonder which heartless person did this. Such a big dog, not locked up properly, letting it roam freely—what if it bit a child?"

Aunt Tian also felt strange and asked Miao Miao. "How did you manage to provoke that vicious dog?"

Miao Miao replied, "I don't know how I provoked that beast. It was lying by the roadside gnawing on a bone, and I bumped into it... Ah! I remember now, I was only focused on calling for my mother and wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. I accidentally kicked the bone out of its mouth, and then this beast chased after me like I had killed its own father."

Aunt Ma laughed, "You kicked away its delicious meal, it hates you more than if it killed its own father, it hates you more than if it killed its whole family! No wonder this beast chased after you like a madman. I was terrified when I saw it. Luckily I found this piece of wood, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to deal with this mad dog."

Miao Miao picked up the stick from the ground, looked it over, and praised, "Grandma is already powerful, and with this dog-beating stick as big as a bowl! Let alone a mad dog, even killing a tiger wouldn't be a problem."

Aunt Ma smiled without saying a word, but she seemed to appreciate her grandson's flattery, and her expression was extremely proud.

Aunt Tian scolded, "You naughty Miaomiao, how dare you say that! You can't watch where you're going, of all people to mess with, you had to run into this mad dog! Its ferocious bared teeth almost scared your mother to death!"

Miaomiao said, "Mom was so angry at the time, and she wouldn't talk to me. I was scared, so I didn't care about anything else."

Aunt Tian's pretty face didn't turn red. She said, "If you deliberately try to upset your mother again, I really won't want you anymore."

Miaomiao didn't answer, but asked, "Mom, can we get a dog too?"

Aunt Tian asked in surprise, "Why would you need a dog? Besides, aren't you afraid of dogs?"

"Yes!"

"Then why do you still want to get one?"

"Because if the dog hadn't bitten me, Mom would probably still be angry with me. So I want to get a dog to remember this incident."

Aunt Tian laughed. "You naughty Miaomiao, you're so clever, how could you come up with such an idea?"

Miaomiao said seriously, "Mom, don't laugh, I'm serious! I'm so happy to see that you're not angry with me anymore. I'm afraid I'll make a mistake again, so I want to get a dog to constantly remind myself not to make you angry anymore. It's true! Mom, you have to believe me."

Her son's sincere words moved Aunt Tian, and she said with tears in her eyes, "Silly Miaomiao, how could I not believe you? I believe you. Actually, I can't live without you either, it's just that sometimes you go too far, that's why I get angry. As long as you don't tease me anymore, I'll definitely take good care of you."

Miaomiao asked, "Then should we still get a dog?"

Aunt Tian said, "As long as you like it, I have no objection."

Seeing her daughter and grandson reconcile, Aunt Ma was happy and smiled, "Mother and son are back to normal, living in harmony, isn't that good? Why do you always have to be so stubborn? Don't be like that in the future."

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"Mother, why were you so angry just now?"

Miao Miao couldn't understand why her mother had been so sad, so she brought it up again whenever she had the chance.

Aunt Tian scolded, "You're talking nonsense and making your mother angry, of course I'm going to be angry."

Miao Miao asked, puzzled, "I often make you angry before, but I've never seen you so sad as today."

"Because this time is different!"

"Why is it different?"

Aunt Tian was speechless. She didn't know how to answer, because she simply couldn't explain to her son why she was angry. Miao Miao, unaware of her mother's predicament, kept pressing for answers. Seeing her daughter's troubled expression, Aunt Ma interjected, "You naughty Miao Miao, you've upset your mother so much, and you still have the nerve to ask?"

Miao Miao scratched her head and said, "I really don't know what I did wrong, Grandma, please tell me!"

Aunt Ma said, "Seeing that your attitude in admitting your mistake is somewhat sincere, Grandma will tell you! What you just said was so disobedient, it's simply outrageous. Have you ever thought about how difficult it was for your mother to carry you for ten months and give birth to you? How much suffering did she endure? Not only are you ungrateful, but you even said..." "Blind as a bat, wrong baby—such heartless nonsense! How can your mother not be heartbroken? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have wanted you when you were little, so you wouldn't have to suffer like this now."

Aunt Tian's eyes reddened, tears welled up in her eyes again, and her nose stung as she choked out, "Mother, don't say anymore, don't say anymore."

Aunt Ma said firmly, "Xiao Ying, don't worry. It's good to take this opportunity to make things clear

. I don't believe Tian Miaomiao is a heartless wretch. If he really is, I'll be the first to punish him!" Miaomiao suddenly realized the reason for her mother's heartbreak. Seeing her mother's sorrowful expression and remembering the hardships her mother had endured raising her since childhood, Miao Miao finally felt a pang of conscience and said remorsefully, "Mother, I'm sorry. I didn't know those words were so offensive. I just saw that the village dog, Mao Mao, would say those words every time his mother chased him, and she wouldn't get angry, she would just smile. I found it amusing, so I remembered them. I thought it was just a casual remark, I never imagined it would be so disrespectful. Mother, I know I was wrong, I will never make you angry again."

Aunt Tian wiped away her tears and said, "There are so many excellent children in the village, why did you have to imitate that Mao Mao? Weren't you deliberately trying to make your mother angry?"

Miao Miao said, "Mother, I'm so sorry, I know I was wrong!"

Looking at her sincere son, Aunt Tian's anger had completely dissipated. She smiled and said, "Silly Miaomiao, you've said sorry so many times today. Let bygones be bygones. As long as you don't make your mother angry again, I'll be happy."

Miaomiao happily said, "Don't worry, Mother, I promise I'll listen to you and not make you angry!"

Aunt Ma patted Miaomiao's head and laughed, "That's right. Children should act like children. Don't always go against adults; that's not good. By the way, who is that Mao Mao Dog? How can he even scold his own mother? How can his mother laugh at such a rebellious son? How can such a ridiculous thing happen in the world?"

Aunt Tian said, "Mao Mao Gou is a notorious troublemaker in our village, his real name is Mao Xiao Mao. Because of his unruly nature, many parents don't let their children associate with him. I don't know how Miao Miao managed to get close to him. His mother, Aunt A Niu, is a big, burly woman with a loud voice, but she's not a bad person. I just don't know how she could have given birth to such a disobedient son.

This mother and son are always chasing and fighting, and the villagers are used to it. Sometimes, when Mao Xiao Mao gets really angry when his mother chases him, he talks nonsense. I just don't understand how this little rascal Miao Miao could remember those nonsense words." Aunt Tian stopped there. Although Miao Miao apologized to her repeatedly, she couldn't feel happy. She felt that she was becoming increasingly unable to understand her son. Over the years, their living conditions had improved, but the pressure of life had also increased. She was busy tending to the livestock from morning till night, rarely having time to communicate with her son. She had thought that as he grew older, he would understand right from wrong, but this child…

Aunt Tian's face was clouded with worry; her heart was troubled by her son's upbringing.

Aunt Ma, unaware of her daughter's anxieties, simply said casually, "It's better to not have a son like this. Xiao Ying, don't let Miao Miao play with that bad boy anymore."

Aunt Tian didn't reply; her heart was already weary. Her mother's indifferent words were as good as nothing.

She thought to herself, "Mother makes it sound so easy, but it's not so simple in practice. Do you think I don't want to? But it only works if Miao Miao listens! Miao Miao is such a disobedient child! Why does he like to associate with those shady kids? At first, I thought he was just led astray by that bratty girl Bai Lanlan, but now there's this little brat too. Good

heavens! How many things is this bad boy Miao Miao hiding from me?!"

Aunt Ma didn't know the whole story, so she just listened to what Mao Xiaomao was like and didn't seem worried like Aunt Tian. She looked up at the setting sun, picked up the basket from the ground, and said, "It's getting late. Let's talk about it when we get home. Xiaoying, why did you bring so much food? Look how heavy the basket is! I get tired carrying it for a while, and you've carried it in this heat for dozens of miles."

Aunt Tian snatched the basket from her mother's hands, saying apologetically, "Mother, it's heavy, I'll carry it myself."

Aunt Ma stretched her aching wrists and smiled, "Then I won't be polite. Alright, let's go home." She then took Miaomiao's hand and strode towards the village.

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Miaomiao, being a child, quickly forgot about the unpleasantness. Having not been to Liujiawan for a long time, she found everything new and interesting, seeing the rapid changes. Curious, he shook his grandmother's hand, chattering incessantly.

Grandma Ma smiled at her grandson.

"Silly Miaomiao, slow down! You're talking so fast, Grandma can't hear you properly, how am I supposed to answer you?"

Aunt Tian was worried Miaomiao would ramble on, but seeing him not mention anything about the journey, she breathed a sigh of relief.

... ... ...

The three generations chatted and laughed, quickly entering the village. The villagers greeted them warmly.

"Grandma Ma, Xiaoying has come back to visit you again! This must be Miaomiao!"

"Who else could it be but this little rascal? Miaomiao, say hello to your uncle and aunt!"

"Oh! It really is Miaomiao! Good boy, good boy, hehe, it's been years, the child has grown so tall! Hahaha, Grandma Ma, you're so lucky!"

Grandma Ma was overjoyed, holding Miaomiao's hand and introducing him to everyone she met, as if afraid they wouldn't know she had such a wonderful grandson.

Aunt Tian had lived in Liujiawan since childhood, with many playmates and even more familiar neighbors. Following behind her mother, she was pleased to hear others praising her son, frequently nodding and greeting acquaintances as they passed by. Only Miao Miao pouted and muttered to himself. Nine out of ten passersby were irrelevant to him, yet his grandmother kept urging him to greet her, which annoyed him. Finally, he simply pretended not to hear, ignoring his grandmother's greetings.

Seeing her son's lack of response to her questions, Aunt Tian was annoyed, but Aunt Ma gestured for her daughter not to get angry. She asked with a smile, "Miao Miao, do you like Grandma here?"

Miao Miao's big, round eyes darted around, his mind full of curiosity, looking here and there, completely forgetting to answer his grandmother's question.

Aunt Tian scolded, "You naughty Miaomiao, are you deaf? Grandma is asking you a question, why aren't you answering? You have no manners at all, are you trying to make your mother angry again?"

Miaomiao looked at his mother and snorted, "My ears are fine, I heard Grandma clearly, and I never intended to upset you, Mother. You don't need to go to such lengths to find fault with me." 02-07
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Aunt Tian was annoyed to see her son repeating his old tricks. Aunt Ma watched and sighed, "That little Miaomiao, he always finds an opportunity to spout nonsense, he's incorrigible! It's really hard on Xiaoying."

Seeing the mother and son still bickering, Aunt Ma pulled Miaomiao to her side and whispered, "You rascal, Grandma is asking you a question, and you don't answer properly, but you say your mother is finding fault. Are you trying to drive your mother away again?"

Miaomiao was actually afraid of upsetting his mother, so when he heard his grandmother say this, he stopped talking.

However, Miao Miao's restraint did not lessen Aunt Tian's anger. She couldn't understand why her son had changed so suddenly; not long ago he had been so certain, promising to be filial and obedient, but in the blink of an eye he had reverted to his old ways. Aunt Tian was disappointed, but even more so, she felt bitter and resentful. Although Miao Miao stopped speaking, she still couldn't suppress her anger. She glared at her son and said defiantly, "Mother, don't waste your energy. I wouldn't dare to pick a fight with this precious child. Since he hates me so much, let him go back to Grandpa and Grandma. So I won't get in his way." To

put it bluntly, Miao Miao was an extremely selfish person. His mother's indulgence of him since childhood had instilled in him the habit of only being able to criticize others and not being criticized himself. Now, hearing his mother's sarcastic remarks, how could he bear it? The stubbornness in his heart surged up all at once. As for the promise he had made to his mother not long ago, he had long forgotten it.

He shouted, "Mother, explain yourself! How do I hate you? If you dislike me, you don't need to say it like that. What do you mean by telling me to go back to Grandpa and Grandma? Let me tell you! You might be willing to leave Grandma, but she won't allow it!"

Aunt Ma was both amused and exasperated, thinking, "This mother and son must have had some kind of horrific conflict in their past lives, otherwise how could they have just reconciled and now be arguing

endlessly again?" Passersby cast strange glances at the bickering of Tian's mother and son. Aunt Ma, seeing her daughter and grandson still arguing, felt displeased and said in a stern voice, "Fine! You two should each say less. Arguing and talking back in the street, aren't you ashamed? I am! If you keep this up, you should both go back home and never come back again."

Seeing her mother's anger, Tian's mother fell silent. Miao Miao, however, was unwilling to accept it and muttered, "It wasn't me who wanted to argue; it was Mom who started it all. How can you blame me?"

Grandma Ma snorted, "Tian Miao Miao, don't think your grandma is a fool. Your mother is being unreasonable? She'd be grateful if you weren't! Fine! Don't say anything, don't explain. Grandma knows who's right and who's wrong. I'm warning you, if you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to Xiaoyanggou, and you're never allowed to come here again."

Grandma had already made her intentions clear, and even if Miao Miao was stupid, she wouldn't dare to act out now. Grandma Ma saw her grandson's arrogance completely subside and chuckled inwardly, "This kid, he really needs to be disciplined." "

It's getting late, let's go!"

Grandma Ma broke the silence, took Miao Miao's hand, called to her daughter, and strode home. Miao Miao, having been tricked for no reason, grew angrier the more she thought about it and said, "It wasn't my fault just now, why did Grandma scold me? It's so unfair!"

Grandma Ma snorted, "I just asked you if you liked it here. If you like it, you like it; if you don't, you don't. It's such a simple question, why do you need to think about it? And you're adding all this

accusation that your mother is picking a fight. That's not wrong either. Do you think I'm wronging you?" Miao Miao said aggrievedly, "Grandma, you really wronged me this time. I was just looking at the scenery and was late in answering your question. My mother said I had a problem with my ears and that I wanted to make her angry. When did I make her angry? Isn't that just making things up? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I can't let this anger out, so naturally I have to argue my case. But Grandma, you don't ask about the facts and just blame me. Isn't that wronging me?"

Grandma Ma didn't get angry at her grandson's sophistry; instead, she laughed.

"What do you mean, 'A scholar can be killed but not humiliated'? What grievances can't be vented? What nonsense are you spouting, brat? Even if your mother is wrong in a thousand ways, she's still your mother. How can you talk like that? As a son, you have no filial piety and yet you criticize your mother. Just for that alone, it's against all reason! You're in the wrong and yet you say others are wronging you. Did you study for nothing?

You're such a good-for-nothing!" Miao Miao was dumbfounded, never expecting his grandmother to put him in such a difficult position. He wanted to retort but couldn't find a good reason. Aunt Ma pretended not to see and continued, "The ancients said that filial piety is the most important thing in all things. A disobedient fellow like you would have been put in a pig cage and drowned in a pond long ago in ancient times..."

Seeing her mother seriously lecturing her son, Aunt Tian felt pleased and couldn't help but laugh.

At first, Miao Miao didn't feel anything, but in the end, he felt increasingly uncomfortable. He peeked at his mother and found her chuckling, while his grandmother looked at him with a strange expression, a half-smile on her face. With his intelligence, he immediately realized he had been tricked and became furious, protesting loudly, "I listened sincerely, but Grandma, you're making fun of me like a monkey! It's too much, too much!"

Aunt Tian finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. Seeing his mother bent over laughing, Miao Miao felt even more humiliated and started yelling. Aunt Ma said sternly, "Enough! What are you yelling about? You can't even handle a few words? Don't you think about how you usually treat your mother? Now you know how unpleasant it is to be tricked! See if you dare to play tricks on people again."

Miao Miao knew he was in the wrong, but he was still resentful and kept muttering to himself.

"Grandma, you've really gone too far! 'Put me in a pig cage and drown me,' you make it sound like I'm some kind of heinous criminal!"

Aunt Tian scoffed. "Being unfilial to your mother is an unforgivable crime!"

Miao Miao immediately retorted, "Mom, don't try to be nice to me! When have I ever been unfilial?"

Seeing the mother and son about to start a fight again, Aunt Ma was genuinely displeased.

"What? Want to argue again? Looks like my old face is useless now. In that case, you might as well not come at all. Go home before it gets dark."

This "retreat to advance" tactic worked. Although Aunt Tian knew her mother wasn't being honest, she was too embarrassed to scold her son any further.

Miao Miao, still a child, didn't understand the hidden meaning in her grandmother's words. Thinking she was really being sent away, she cried out, "Grandma, you want to send us away? No, no, please don't send us away, Grandma, Grandma, please don't send us away!"

Aunt Ma suppressed a laugh. "If you don't behave, of course Grandma won't welcome you."

Miao Miao mumbled, "Grandma always says nice things, but she doesn't really love me at all."

Aunt Ma said, "What did you say? Speak louder, Grandma can't hear you."

Aunt Tian knew her son's personality; she knew that when his temper flared, he would say and do anything. Besides, she had promised him to stay at his grandmother's for a few days. Although her mother didn't really want to send him away, it wouldn't be good to provoke the boy. What worried her most was what happened on the way there. If the boy got upset and started spilling his beans, where would she put her face?

The more Aunt Tian thought about it, the more frightened she became. She interrupted her mother, saying, "Mother, you don't know, this boy is always clamoring to come here. I had no choice but to tell him that if he gets over 90 on his final exams, I could bring him. His grades came out a few days ago, and they were pretty good, so I managed to bring him. Sigh! With this troublemaker here, I'm afraid you'll have to worry about him again."

Miao Miao never expected her mother to speak up for her. The boy was both smug and excited, even humming a tune from "Only Mother is Good in the World."

Seeing her son's smug expression, Aunt Tian thought, "This boy really can't be let off the hook. Look at his behavior; just a few words and he's already swaggering. Sigh! I have to discipline this son strictly, but will he even listen?" Thinking about Miao Miao's future, Aunt Tian's heart sank.

Aunt Ma hadn't considered this, nor did she share Aunt Tian's worries. To be honest, she could talk about sending her daughter and grandson away, but if it were actually done, she would never do it. Now that her daughter had offered a way out, she was happy to accept it. However, not wanting her grandson to get too cocky, she said sternly, "Good grades are important, but if you're naughty and mischievous, I won't welcome you either. If you want to play here with Grandma, you have to behave."

Miao Miao, expecting praise instead of a scolding, lost interest and pouted, saying, "Grandma, don't threaten me. I'll behave."

Grandma Ma suppressed a laugh and said, "That's a good child."

Miao Miao muttered, "I am a good child, but you just won't admit it."

Grandma Ma didn't argue with him and turned to her daughter, saying, "Miao Miao is your son, but he's also my grandson! These past few years, you've come less and less. I miss Miao Miao and want to visit you, but I haven't been able to find the time. When I learned you were coming today, I was overjoyed."

Hearing her mother's words, Aunt Tian felt deeply guilty.

Aunt Ma gently stroked Miao Miao's head and sighed, "It's understandable that I'm old and busy, and my legs aren't strong enough to visit you, but Xiao Ying, you're young and strong, yet you don't bring Miao Miao to visit this old woman. That's really unacceptable."

Sister Tian was speechless. Her mother's words were certainly reasonable, but how could she tell her mother her troubles?

Over the years, she had visited her parents' home less and less often. Partly because of the busy farming season, but more importantly, as Miao Miao grew older, her emotional dependence on her son deepened. Even this time, she only allowed her son to leave because she was too busy with farm work.

For some reason, Sister Tian was increasingly afraid of being alone, even if her son was only gone for a short while, she felt uneasy. Although she knew her son couldn't stay by her side forever, she refused to accept this reality, or rather, deliberately avoided this unavoidable fact.

She often thought, "My son is flesh of my flesh, what's wrong with a mother being a little selfish?"

This was how Aunt Tian justified herself. Although she knew her mother loved Miaomiao very much, she secretly didn't want Miaomiao to be around his maternal grandmother, fearing that Aunt Ma would diminish her son's love for her. Miaomiao belonged to her, and no one could take him away, not even her mother.

Although Miaomiao was mischievous and naughty, he was exceptionally intelligent. Having grown up between two women, he knew his mother and grandmother's temperaments well. Seeing them bickering over him filled him with indescribable joy, yet he spoke with perfect fairness, saying, "Grandma, you've misunderstood Mom. Actually, Mom's been very busy lately, working non-stop from morning till night. Sometimes I've advised her to rest earlier, but she refuses, saying she wants to earn more money while she's young so I can have a better life later. I tell her I'll earn money when I grow up, so why should Mom work so hard now? If she ruins her health, I won't know how to take care of her. Only then did Mom agree to rest..."

Aunt Tian was surprised that Miaomiao would speak up for her, and a wave of sweetness washed over her. She had been angry just moments before, but now she wanted nothing more than to hug and kiss her son. Grandma

Ma was also very happy to see Miaomiao so considerate, patting her grandson's head and smiling, "Knowing how to care for others, that's what makes a good child. Grandma is very happy that you did this!"

Hearing her grandmother's praise, Miao Miao felt proud and said excitedly, "Mom is busy from morning till night. She can't even find time to take care of me, let alone visit Grandma."

Grandma Ma said "Oh," and asked, "Is your mother really that busy?"

Miao Miao said, "Of course! We raise dozens of pigs, half of which are sows. Once, one sow had a difficult birth, and Mom rushed to the town's veterinary station overnight in the rain to find a doctor. It was over twenty miles round trip. When she returned, it was already dawn. Seeing Mom so tired and thirsty, her clothes soaked with rain and sweat, I felt so sorry for her.

" Aunt Tian's heart warmed, and her eyes blurred. "My son is so thoughtful; all my hard work has finally paid off." Miao Miao

saw her mother's intentions and spoke even more earnestly, though of course, what followed was more of a lie than the truth.

She said, "Mom often tells me that it would be great if she could find the time, even just for a day, so she could take me to Liujia Gou to visit Grandma. Mom also says that Grandma must miss me very much, and if she can't see me, she'll probably blame her for being heartless."

I said, "Mom, don't worry, Grandma is a reasonable person. She knows you're busy, so she definitely won't blame us. Anyway, my summer vacation will start soon, so it's not too late to go to Grandma's house then!"

Mom smiled and said, "Okay, Mom promises you, when you have your vacation, Mom will definitely take you to Grandma's house for a few days. " "

Miao Miao is indeed a genius liar. His words not only relieved Aunt Tian's predicament but also provided a plausible excuse for him to stay a few more days, without offending either his mother or grandmother. Such a seamless lying technique is something even adults might not be able to achieve.

" He secretly glanced at his mother; seeing her good reaction, he became even more smug and said earnestly, "Grandma, you've really misunderstood Mom! For example, today, Mom went to the pigsty early this morning to clean it, washing the pigs thoroughly and feeding them well. By the time she finished, the bus had already left, and we ended up walking here. Grandma, do you think Mom was busy?"

Grandma Ma interrupted her grandson, questioning, "Didn't you just say your mother missed the bus because of arguing with the Tian family? How come now it's changed to cleaning the pigsty and feeding the pigs? Which is the truth?" "Aunt Ma was just asking casually, but Sister Tian was terrified. She couldn't help but blame her son, wondering why he had to exaggerate. Look at the mess he'd made! How was

she going to handle this? This situation would indeed be difficult for others, but Miao Miao was a seasoned veteran. How could such a small matter stump him? Without even frowning, he replied, 'Yes! Mother went to the Tian family to settle the matter, which took up a lot of time. But after the settlement, the pigsty still needed cleaning, and the pigs still needed to be fed! So, naturally, we missed the bus.'

Miao Miao's half-truth, half-lie, was so plausible that it was hard not to believe him.

Sister Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and Aunt Ma also believed him, saying, 'That's true!'

Miao Miao said proudly, 'Of course! I, Tian Miao Miao, am honest and kind; I never lie.'" "

This kid is lying through his teeth, he's definitely guilty. He couldn't help but glance at Aunt Tian, his biggest fear being that his mother would expose his trick on the spot. Luckily, his mother didn't react, which put his mind at ease.

"Oh, oh, oh! I just said one thing to you, and you're already getting all cocky!" Aunt Ma couldn't help but laugh at her grandson's smug look. Miao Miao

tried the same trick again, wiggling his bottom in the air a few times, and looked at Aunt Ma with a smile, saying, "That's right! My tail gets cocky every now and then, Grandma, don't you think my tail is pretty?"

Aunt Tian knew her son's personality; the more you indulged him, the more mischievous he became. After traveling for most of the day, she was tired and thirsty and really didn't want to waste any more time, so she stopped him, saying, "Miao Miao, you're doing the opposite! How come you're getting more and more cheeky, even sticking your bottom out in front of your grandma? Do you want to die?"

Miao Miao was wiggling his bottom with gusto when he heard his mother scolding him. Annoyed, he retorted, "Mom, you're the one being rebellious! It's Grandma who wanted to see me wiggle my bottom, that's why I'm doing this! What does it have to do with me?" " Oh

! You little rascal, were you born with the surname Lai? How come you're blaming Grandma? When did I ever want to see you wiggle your bottom? Nonsense!"

Grandma Ma, displeased by Miao Miao's shamelessness, slapped his plump bottom, about to continue her scolding. Unexpectedly, Miao Miao cried out "Ah!" and lost his balance, falling to the ground. It turned out the boy was so focused on arguing with his mother that he hadn't anticipated Grandma's move; the impact on his bottom caused him to lose his balance and fall.

Aunt Tian, thinking her son was playing tricks again, shouted, "Tian Miao Miao, get up! What time is it? Still playing? Don't you want to go to Grandma's house? If so, just say so, and I'll take you back to Xiaoyanggou right now. We'll never come back again!" Miao

Miao stood up with a pained expression. Aunt Ma, with her sharp eyes, saw her grandson clutching his groin, looking pained, as if injured. She asked in surprise, "Miao Miao, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Does it hurt?"

Aunt Tian, noticing her son's unusual expression, panicked and asked anxiously, "Miao Miao, what's wrong? Are you alright? Don't scare your mother!"

Miao Miao clutched his groin, saying painfully, "I fell and hit a stone. My penis hurts terribly."

Normally, Aunt Tian, who couldn't stand even a vulgar word, would have already scolded him. But today was different; her son had injured a man's manhood, which could potentially lead to childlessness. She anxiously asked, "Is it serious? How is it? Let Mother see!" "

Miao Miao did bump into a pebble, and it hurt quite a bit, but not to the point of sweating profusely. This boy was afraid his mother would scold him, so he made a big deal out of it. Aunt Tian, unaware of the situation, could only anxiously watch. Miao Miao had fooled his mother and felt smug! Hearing that she wanted to see his penis, for some reason, a strange impulse welled up inside him .

'Mother, you, you want to see my penis?'

'No, no, Mother doesn't want to. Mother does want to, no, no, Mother is worried that Miao Miao will hurt himself.'

Aunt Tian blushed deeply. Although Miao Miao was her son, in her mind he was already a grown-up little man. If she really had to see her son's genitals, she, with her thin skin, truly didn't have the courage. Calming down, Aunt Tian began to regret her impulsiveness.

Aunt Ma was uneasy; Miao Miao's injury was entirely her fault. She wanted to slap herself a few times to lessen her guilt. Seeing Aunt Tian still dawdling, she couldn't help but urge, 'Xiao Ying, what's wrong?'" "What are you waiting for? Quickly check if Miaomiao is hurt!"

"Mom, Miaomiao isn't a child anymore. It might be inconvenient to look at him like that!" Aunt Tian said with a troubled expression.

"Xiaoying, what are you saying! How old is Miaomiao? He's still a child. What's inconvenient about it?

Since you don't want to look, then I will."

Aunt Ma pulled her grandson to her side and asked with concern, "My dear Miaomiao, let Grandma see if you've hurt yourself? Does it still hurt?" As she spoke, she actually pulled down Miaomiao's pants and put her hand inside.

Miaomiao's penis was held by his grandmother's warm hand, and he felt a piercing tingling sensation. His dormant penis suddenly woke up. It was so tingling and itchy that he couldn't help but giggle and say, "Grandma, you're so lewd, haha, itchy, itchy!

Grandma, don't touch me there, I can't stand it!" "

Grandma Ma, stroking her hairy penis, was marveling at her grandson's unusual size when she suddenly felt the flesh in her hand harden. She gasped, speechless with surprise, thinking, 'No wonder this little guy rubs against me and touches my breasts; it turns out his penis is getting aroused!'

Miao Miao's penis grew harder and harder, and the pleasure in his heart intensified. He had never experienced such a feeling before; he felt ecstatic, indescribably blissful!

The observant Aunt Tian had also noticed her son's physical changes. Her surprise was no less than Grandma Ma's, and at the same time, a strange jealousy arose within her. She realized then how subconsciously she longed to be close to her son.

Just as Aunt Tian was feeling remorse, seeing Miao Miao still shouting and making a ruckus, she vented her jealousy on her son."

"Tian Miaomiao! Haven't you had enough? You're getting out of control the moment I stop talking. Grandma is just trying to be nice to you, how can you call it indecent? You're becoming more and more disrespectful to your elders. I'm warning you, don't cause any more trouble, or your mother won't forgive you."

Aunt Ma didn't dare touch her anymore. Miaomiao's penis was thicker than she had imagined. Although she wanted to touch it a few more times, she could tell her daughter was unhappy. She didn't want her daughter to misunderstand, so she withdrew her hand, patted Miaomiao's head, and smiled, "It's okay, it'll be fine in a little while."

"But it still hurts!"

Miaomiao felt a tingling sensation all over his body from being touched. This kind of pleasure was unprecedented. It was his first time experiencing it, and he wanted his grandmother to continue this pleasure for him, so he pretended to squat on the ground and refused to get up.

Aunt Tian was an experienced woman. Seeing her son's bulging crotch and winking, she already knew exactly what was going on. She was embarrassed to expose her son's trick directly, but she didn't want him to continue being so outrageous, so she warned him casually.

"Miaomiao, get up! Grandma said you're fine, why are you still acting like a brat? Don't you want to leave? Fine!

Grandma and I are leaving, you can just squat here by yourself!"

"I'm tired, I can't stand up! Help me up."

Miaomiao didn't dare disobey her mother, but she was unwilling to get up, so she simply plopped down on the ground and started acting like a brat.

Aunt Ma smiled and stretched out her hand: "Such a clever little thing at such a young age, what will she be like when she grows up? Alright, Grandma is afraid of you, I'll help you up."

"Mom, don't mind him, this guy can't stand not causing trouble! The more you pay attention to him, the more he acts up, just leave him alone and he'll be fine in a while."

Aunt Tian knew her son's characteristics but just couldn't handle him, it was really strange.

Miao Miao snorted and said unhappily, "Mother, it's one thing if you don't love your son, but why say so many nonsensical things? I really don't understand why you're so cold-blooded."

"Who are you calling nonsensical? How am I cold-blooded? Tian Miao Miao, you're quite something! You're increasingly disregarding your mother, but as long as I'm still your mother, I won't allow you to be so presumptuous. Let me tell you, if you don't explain

yourself clearly today, I definitely won't let you off!" Tian's wife couldn't suppress her anger. She didn't understand why she was so easily angered today; this fluctuating mood was unprecedented. She couldn't explain her change. Perhaps she was saddened by her inability to understand her son; or perhaps Miao Miao's repeated mockery made her lose face. In any case, Tian's wife was in a very bad mood.

"Xiao Ying, what are you doing? Miao Miao is your son! If he's wrong, just discipline him properly. Is it necessary to scold him so harshly?"

Aunt Ma was extremely dissatisfied with her daughter scolding her grandson so easily. Aunt Tian was shocked that her mother would side with Miao Miao without any explanation. She felt a surge of anger and bitterness, wondering if she was wrong to discipline her son. Filled with resentment, she lowered her voice and remained silent.

Miao Miao, who had lived with his mother since childhood, had a complex relationship with her that couldn't be explained in a few words. Seeing his mother unhappy, the mischievous boy had already forgotten his own resentment; all he could think about was how to help his mother out of her predicament.

He said, "Grandma, please don't talk about Mom like that. It makes me very uncomfortable. Mom is right. She scolded me for my own good. Actually, I never hold a grudge against Mom!" Aunt

Ma was surprised that Miao Miao would side with his mother in this matter, and couldn't hide her disappointment.

She said sternly, "Fine! Mother is always the dearest. Now that you're all grown up, you only need your mother. You don't need your grandmother anymore?"

Miao Miao looked at Aunt Ma and asked, "Grandma's jealous!"

Aunt Ma was amused by her grandson, pinching his chubby face and scolding him with a smile, "You little rascal, who said Grandma

's jealous!" Miao Miao said seriously, "Actually, Grandma doesn't need to be jealous. Mother often tells me that without Grandma, there would be no Tian Miao Miao, so she wants me to be filial to Grandma when I grow up. I told Mother, 'Don't worry! You and Grandma are equally good to me. When I grow up, I'll be filial to both of you.'"

Aunt Tian trembled, and all her resentment towards her mother vanished in an instant.

"Without Grandma, there would be no Tian Miao Miao"

—what sincere and heartfelt words! Although not flowery or moving, they were sincere and touching. It was the truth; without her mother, where would Miao Miao exist? Miao Miao was saved by her mother, so it was natural that she had deep feelings for him. It was just that she had been too narrow-minded and hadn't considered this.

Aunt Tian regretted her selfishness, saying guiltily, "Mother, don't be angry. All these years I've only cared about making a living and forgotten you. I'm so sorry! Just as Miao Miao said, without you, he wouldn't exist. Miao Miao and I will never forget your kindness..."

Aunt Ma's eyes welled up with tears. Although she wasn't usually emotionally fragile, Aunt Tian's heartfelt words still brought tears to her eyes.

Miao Miao, with his sharp eyes, noticed his grandmother secretly wiping away tears, so he shouted loudly, "Mother, look, Grandma's crying!"

Aunt Ma felt quite embarrassed by her grandson's words and scolded, "Silly Miao Miao, don't talk nonsense. Grandma isn't crying, she's happy, you know? Happy!"

Miao Miao said "Oh," turned to look at his mother, and asked, "Mother, are you happy? "

Aunt Tian replied, puzzled, "Of course I'm happy!" "

Then why aren't you crying?"

"You..."

Aunt Tian was so angry with her son that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She wanted to retort, but couldn't find a good reason for herself,

so she could only glare at him and sulk. Aunt Ma laughed and said, "You naughty Miaomiao, you don't know your place. If you tease

your mother like this, she'll spank you." Miaomiao made a face and dared not say anything more, because he was indeed a little afraid of his mother.

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Aunt Ma led Miaomiao by the hand, with Aunt Tian carrying the bamboo basket behind them. The family continued walking forward, chatting and laughing.

After a while, they came to a newly built house. Aunt Ma pointed to the new house and said to Miaomiao, "This is the new house that Grandma built. Isn't it beautiful?"

Miaomiao exclaimed in surprise, "Grandma, you're going to be a rich lady and get rich!"

Aunt Tian stopped her son, "Miaomiao, don't talk nonsense. What rich lady? That sounds awful." "

Grandma Ma laughed, "Children speak without thinking, Xiaoying, let Miaomiao speak. I've indeed made quite a bit of money over the years, no one would believe I'm not a rich lady!" Then she asked her grandson, "Do you like this new building?"

Miaomiao said, "Of course I like it! Only a fool would say it's not nice, such a beautiful new house."

Grandma Ma was very happy to hear this and said, "It's good that you like it, Grandma will give it to you, how about that? Are you happy?"

"Give it to me? Grandma, you said you'll give me this new building? Is it true?"

Grandma Ma said, "Of course it's true, would Grandma lie to you? But the house is under renovation, it won't be finished for three or four months, it will be ready when you come next time." "

Grandma gave him such a big house—Miao Miao never dreamed he'd do that. He was speechless, unsure what to say.

Aunt Tian was equally astonished! Her mother's generosity was surprising. She couldn't understand why her mother would do this. The house alone would cost at least 200,000 yuan to build. Giving it to him just because Miao Miao said it seemed too frivolous.

'Mom, you're not joking, are you? Building this new house will cost at least 200,000 yuan. Isn't it a waste to just give it to Miao Miao like this? Besides, he's still a child; what does he know about right and wrong?'

Aunt Tian couldn't help but voice her concerns. Grandma Ma interrupted her, saying, 'This house was originally built for Miao Miao. I only have one grandson; who else would I give it to if not him?'"

“This will spoil Miaomiao!” Aunt Tian insisted on her point of view. Grandma

Ma said, “Xiaoying, you know Miaomiao is our lifeblood. Everything we do now is for him, isn’t it? Since that’s the case, why be so fixated on these trivial matters? Don’t worry, Miaomiao isn’t the kind of spendthrift. Your mother won’t misjudge him.”

“That’s true, but…”

“Xiaoying, don’t say anymore.”

Grandma Ma stopped her daughter from finishing. She said, “Although I haven’t had much formal education, I’ve lived for decades. I can tell whether a person will be good or bad in the future. It’s really not a big deal. It’s just a building. Besides, Miaomiao will get married someday. Giving it away now is perfect, isn’t it?”

Watching her mother and grandmother argue, Miaomiao suddenly said, “Grandma, I can’t accept this building.”

“You were just saying that a moment ago, why are you saying you don’t want it now?”

Grandma Ma was displeased that her grandson didn’t appreciate it. Aunt Tian remained silent, though her surprise was no less than her mother's. She believed her son must have a reason for saying this. Miao Miao said earnestly, "Mother once told me she'd build me a house to help me get married when I grow up. Now Grandma is giving me this house, and Mother will build me another one later. Isn't it a waste to use two houses to marry one wife?"

Aunt Tian smiled silently, but Aunt Ma breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Silly Miao Miao, your mother is your mother, and Grandma is Grandma. Does that mean your mother can build it, but Grandma can't give it away? Besides, your mother's house is ten or eight years away; that's nothing compared to Grandma's ready-made one. Furthermore, if Miao Miao takes this house, your mother won't need to build her own. How can that be considered a waste?"

Although Miao Miao was audacious and full of tricks, he didn't dare to act recklessly about such a big deal as accepting a house. He stammered, looking at his mother, hesitant to agree to his grandmother's offer.

Aunt Tian knew her mother's personality; if she said she'd give it away, she would. Refusing would only anger her. She thought, since it's all for Miaomiao's good, she'd accept it. But this gift is too much; Miaomiao must be very filial to his grandmother.

Thinking of this, she said to her son, "Grandma is giving you such a big gift, hurry up and say thank you!"

"Thank you, Grandma! Thank you, Grandma!"

Miaomiao grabbed his grandmother's hand and shook it vigorously. Grandma Ma laughed, "Alright, my good Miaomiao, stop shaking her! If you keep shaking her, Grandma's hand will break! Look at you, acting like a little kid."

Aunt Tian laughed, "Mother, you're one of them. Miaomiao is just a little kid!"

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After leaving the new building, they walked another hundred meters or so, and the houses around them began to grow denser. The sharp-eyed Miaomiao saw Grandma Ma's slightly old two-story house from afar and excitedly shouted, "Where are we? To Grandma's house! Mother, let's go to Grandma's house!" Aunt Tian

had worked hard all day and was happy to finally be home, but she wasn't as carried away as her son. She wiped her sweat and laughed, "So what if we're here? Look how happy you are, like it's your first time here. Aren't you afraid Grandma will laugh at you?"

Although Grandma Ma's house had neighbors on both sides, the houses weren't as densely spaced as those at the village entrance, and there was a large grove of trees not far away, so the environment was very quiet.

She took out her key and opened the door, saying, "There are fewer people here, and the environment isn't as lively as the new building, but it's quiet all around, and no one bothers us. Plus, there's a big river right behind the house, with lots of floating creatures, making it convenient for raising pigs, so I still prefer it here."

Miao Miao asked, "Grandma, aren't you afraid to live alone at night?"

Aunt Ma teased, "Of course I am! That's why I want you to spend more time with Grandma!"

Miao Miao snorted, clenching her fists tightly and pulling her elbows inward, making her two chubby arms look unusually strong. "With me, Tian Miaomiao, here, Grandma, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"

Grandma Ma laughed heartily. Tian's wife glared at her son, saying, "Miaomiao, stop fooling around. Can't you see your mother is talking to Grandma about serious matters?"

Miaomiao, annoyed by his mother's scolding, muttered, "Only what you say is serious, and what others say is nonsense? Mom's so domineering."

Tian's wife didn't want to argue with her son, so she pretended not to hear and asked her mother, "It's really quiet here at night. Aren't you afraid to live alone?"

Grandma Ma, seeing Miaomiao still muttering to himself, found it amusing and hugged her grandson. Grandma laughed and said, "The security here is very good. There isn't even a petty thief. Besides, we've lived here for so many years and we're used to it. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Miao Miao, that mischievous boy, couldn't stop talking for a moment once he started. Hearing his grandmother say this, he said to himself, "Although there are no petty thieves here, there are perverts. Aren't you afraid, Grandma?"

When Aunt Tian heard her son talking nonsense again, she quickly stopped him and said, "Miao Miao, what nonsense are you talking about? You have no respect for your elders. How dare you say such nonsense to your grandmother? You're asking for death!"

Miao Miao was originally full of interest, but his mother's words were like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, and his interest immediately cooled down. Aunt Ma gently stroked his head and laughed, "You naughty Miaomiao! Talking nonsense again! Look! You got scolded by your mother again. This time, Grandma won't help you either. You know, women aren't afraid of anything, except perverts. No wonder your mother is angry if you say things like that."

Miaomiao didn't say anything on the surface, but he was unconvinced in his heart, thinking to himself, "Just joking,

why take it seriously? Women are so damn annoying!" Looking at his grandmother, the boy suddenly had a strong lustful thought. He thought, "This place is secluded, who knows if there really are any perverts? What would happen if a pervert encountered Grandma? Grandma's breasts are so big, I think this guy definitely wouldn't let them go." Thinking of Aunt Ma's soft and large breasts, Miaomiao was immediately aroused. He looked at his grandmother's high chest and continued to fantasize, "No, no! Grandma is strong and healthy, how could an ordinary pervert easily succeed? Unless this pervert is 1.8 meters tall and very strong, then there's no way he could handle Grandma..."

Thinking of his grandmother being raped, Miaomiao became even more excited! But then she thought, "There probably aren't many perverts who are 1.8 meters tall. Even if I did run into one, I might not have the chance to make a move!" So, even if she met Grandma, most perverts would only be able to look at those two plump breasts without being able to use them, unless Grandma was willing. Otherwise, they could only look on longingly and

have a gratifying fantasy! "Grandma willingly letting a pervert fuck her? Wouldn't that make them adulterers? Is that even possible?" Miao Miao refused to believe it, but she was so engrossed in her fantasies that she unconsciously started laughing like an idiot.

Aunt Tian, unaware that her son had such filthy thoughts, saw him laughing incessantly and said unhappily, "Grandma is talking to you. What are you laughing at?"

Aunt Ma asked with a smile, "Miao Miao, is there something funny you're thinking about? Can you tell Grandma?"

Of course, Miao Miao wouldn't reveal those dirty thoughts. Aunt Tian was angry that her son was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and was about to scold him. Miao Miao, however, proactively changed the subject. This boy had one good quality: he knew what to say at what time. He knew his mother was angry, and rather than argue and invite another scolding, he wanted to find a way to calm her down. Aunt Tian, not expecting her son's tactic, immediately deflated, losing any pretext for scolding.

Aunt Ma broke the silence, saying, "Xiao Ying, you must be tired too. Let's go inside and talk!"

She then took Miao Miao's hand and led her inside. Miao Miao curiously looked around the room, her mouth agape in amazement.

"A real leather sofa, a 34-inch TV, a high-end stereo system, a VCD air conditioner! Wow! Grandma, you really know how to enjoy life! My house isn't even as nice as this!"

Aunt Tian, looking at the brand-new appliances, couldn't help but ask, "These things weren't here when we came last year. Did you buy them, Mom?"

Aunt Ma nodded, "I knew you were coming, and I was worried Miao Miao wouldn't be comfortable, so I went to the town's shopping mall and bought all these things. They weren't expensive; all of them only cost a little over ten thousand yuan."

"Ten thousand yuan isn't expensive? Grandma, you're so generous!" Miaomiao, who was playing with the TV remote, couldn't help but interject after hearing what Aunt Ma said.

"Miaomiao, stop messing around! Do you think this is your own home? What if you break it?"

Aunt Tian scolded her son for his careless and unruly behavior. Aunt Ma was displeased.

She said, "Xiaoying, what's wrong with you? Isn't this your home? Why are you being so polite? Those things aren't tofu, they won't break at the slightest touch. Besides, as long as Miaomiao is happy, I'd be happy even if he broke everything! These things were bought for him anyway. I don't know how to use many of the functions, so this is perfect for him to learn how to use them."

Seeing her mother so biased towards Miaomiao, Aunt Tian had no choice but to smile bitterly and remain silent.

Just then, Wang Xiufen, Aunt Tian's childhood best friend, came to the door.

It turned out that this unmarried village women's director, who was over thirty, had heard that Aunt Tian was home visiting her family today, so she couldn't resist... Her friend eagerly came to visit for a get-together.

Aunt Tian wasn't particularly interested in this kind of casual "get-together"; she was exhausted from traveling all day and didn't want to move. However, it was polite to refuse a friend's visit. Besides, she rarely came back, and she was leaving the next day. Not wanting to spoil her friend's fun, she finally agreed.

Aunt Tian went into her usual room and took out a clean set of clothes to change out of her sweat-stained undershirt. She quickly tidied her messy hair, and before leaving, she reminded her son, "Miaomiao, remember what I said: don't run around, don't play in the river..."

"And don't break Grandma's appliances, don't be naughty! Right? I know! Mom, you're so annoying, you say the same things so many times, I could recite them by heart. " Miao

Miao found her mother's nagging annoying and began to complain. Aunt Tian, embarrassed to scold her son in front of others, smiled slightly and said to her mother, "I might be back a little late tonight. If I'm not here by dinnertime, Mom and Miao Miao can eat first! Don't wait for me."

Miao Miao said unhappily, "It's not like I have anything urgent to do, why be late? Can't I come back earlier?"

Before Aunt Tian could answer, Wang Xiufen's face had already turned from sunny to cloudy. She was a narrow-minded woman with a fickle and suspicious personality. Miao Miao's complaints about her mother were interpreted by her as dissatisfaction. She cursed inwardly, "This little bastard, born of a father but raised without one, why does he always go against me? So annoying!"

Filled with resentment, she vented all her anger on Miao Miao. She forcefully pinched Miao Miao's face and said in a menacing tone, "Fatty, why are you so nervous? Don't you miss your mother?"

"What's it to you?" Miao Miao

tried to push away the hand pinching her face, but Wang Xiufen tightened her grip. She chuckled coldly, "None of my business? You're still in the dark, how pathetic! Let me tell you, your mother told me that because of you, she can't remarry. Now that you're grown up, she doesn't want to waste any more time on you. She wants to find her own happiness again. You'd better watch yourself from now on!"

"You're lying!" Miao Miao struggled fiercely, but Wang Xiufen's hand was like a vise, impossible to break free from.

"I'm lying? Yes!" Just pretend I was lying, hehe... You're a real jerk. It seems you're not only fat and clumsy, but also stupid. I only told you this because I thought your silly antics were kind of funny, but you turned out to be ungrateful. Not only did you not appreciate it, you even dared to insult me. A brat like you, even if your mother didn't want you, even if you kowtowed three hundred times and recognized me as your godmother, I still wouldn't want you, you heartless bastard. "

Aunt Tian's face changed drastically. Although she had heard rumors that Wang Xiufen's personality was now gloomy and strange, she never imagined that her close friend would fabricate such a baseless lie in front of her. Fortunately, she was well-mannered and didn't react outwardly, but her dark and beautiful face was already flushed red. "Why are you twisting me? It hurts so much! Let go!"

Miao Miao's face had been slapped by her mother, and the swelling hadn't subsided. Now, with Wang Xiufen twisting it so tightly, the pain was unimaginable. Unable to bear it, she cried out in pain.

"I won't let go. Let's see what you can do. A little rascal like you who doesn't know manners deserves to suffer. You deserve to die in pain!"

Seeing Miao Miao grimacing and in great pain, Wang Xiufen felt a perverse pleasure. Not only did she not let go, but she tightened her grip even more.

Aunt Ma couldn't bear it any longer. At first, she hesitated to intervene because Wang Xiufen was her daughter's friend. But the woman went too far, cruelly torturing Miaomiao.

Miaomiao was her lifeblood; she would never lay a finger on her. Now, Wang Xiufen was twisting her face in pain. Aunt Ma's heart ached. As the saying goes, "Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner." Wang Xiufen knew who Miaomiao was, yet she still abused her without restraint, clearly showing no respect for her and her daughter.

Unable to endure it any longer, she rushed forward, shoved Wang Xiufen aside, and pulled Miaomiao into her arms, softly saying, "Miaomiao, don't be afraid. Grandma's here; no one can bully you!"

Aunt Ma was strong, and in her haste, she acted without restraint. Caught off guard, Wang Xiufen stumbled back several steps and fell heavily onto the sofa.

"Director Wang, I see you're not young anymore. At your age, you're still so bored, arguing with a child and even getting physical. You've gone too far!"

Aunt Ma hated Wang Xiufen's harsh words, so she stopped holding back.

Wang Xiufen, unmarried at her advanced age, was always sensitive about her age. Now, after being ridiculed by Aunt Ma, she became furious and, disregarding her friendship with Sister Tian, retorted loudly, "Who's not young? What do you mean, 'at your age'? What do you mean, 'bored'? Watch your mouth, don't use foul language!"

Aunt Ma gave Wang Xiufen a disdainful look and said with a mocking smile.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot you’re not married yet! Right, right! You can’t call an unmarried woman ‘older,’ you can only say ‘older youth,’ right, Director? That’s right, I’m using foul language because animals don’t understand nice words!”

“Who are you calling an animal?”

“Whoever answers is an animal!”

“You…”

“What did I do?”

“You, you!…”

When it came to arguing, Wang Xiufen was no match for Aunt Ma. She was unwilling to be humiliated, but she was also at a loss for words and unable to refute. She was filled with shame and anger, and could only utter the word “you” for a long time without being able to say anything else.

Seeing that her mother and Wang Xiufen were getting into a fight, Aunt Tian knew that if they continued, they would definitely become enemies.

She thought, “Wang Xiufen is a women’s director, and if things go wrong, she might make things difficult for my mother in the future. Although I’m not afraid of her, it’s not worth offending such a petty person. As the saying goes, it’s better to resolve a feud than to make one. Let’s save her face!”

Although Aunt Tian also hated Wang Xiufen, she was not as shrewish and daring as her mother. With a kind nature, she suppressed her dissatisfaction and persuaded her mother.

She said, "Mother! Please say less. Xiufen didn't mean it, and besides, Miaomiao isn't doing anything wrong. Why make things unpleasant?"

Aunt Ma knew her daughter's intentions. Although she didn't take Wang Xiufen seriously at all, she didn't want to embarrass her daughter by making things worse. So she coughed a few times to ease the tension, and then said slowly, "I was a bit harsh just now, Xiufen, please don't take it to heart. You and Xiaoying grew up together, so you should know what kind of person I am. Miaomiao is my grandson, and he's more important to me than my own life. I saw that your joke with him went a bit too far, so... cough, cough! It's alright now! Xiufen, you're welcome to come and visit anytime you have time."

Wang Xiufen was sore all over from being pushed, and she hated Aunt Ma to the core. Given her personality, this resentment would likely never fade. But she couldn't lash out. Not only did Aunt Ma's apology remove her pretext for attacking, but even if she wanted to continue the fight, it wouldn't be easy. For one thing, she was no match for Aunt Ma in terms of eloquence. If she insisted on being strong, she would only add to her humiliation.

Although this woman was filled with resentment, she appeared nonchalant. She chuckled a few times, her smile insincere, and said, "Look at what you're saying, Auntie. What do you mean by 'it's not unusual'? You've watched me grow up. Would I really blame you? Besides, I did go a little too far joking with Miaomiao earlier. I was also in the wrong."

Aunt Ma knew Wang Xiufen wasn't being sincere, but she didn't intend to expose her hypocrisy. Instead, she laughed, "Since that's the case, then fine, let's just erase today's events like chalk writing on a blackboard! Haha!"

... ... ...

"Miaomiao, what's wrong? Does your face still hurt?"

Seeing her grandson's face even more swollen than before, Aunt Ma felt heartbroken and her hatred for Wang Xiufen intensified.

Miaomiao shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, I'm just scared."

Aunt Ma breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Silly child, what are you afraid of with your grandma here?"

Miaomiao said with a worried look, "I'm afraid my mother is going to get married."

"Miaomiao, what nonsense are you talking about!" Aunt Tian's face flushed red, and she scolded

, "Miaomiao, don't talk nonsense! Who said your mother is going to get married?" Miaomiao pointed at Wang Xiufen and said loudly, "She said it!"

Aunt Tian glanced at Wang Xiufen without saying a word, but inwardly she was grumbling, "It's all your fault! Why did you have to bring this up as a joke? Miaomiao is most worried about his mother, and now you've fabricated a story that his mother is going to get married. No wonder he's going to fight you!"

Wang Xiufen felt extremely embarrassed to be criticized in public.

Miao Miao continued babbling on and on: "Mother, why did you get married? Isn't life good enough now?

Isn't Miao Miao good to you? How could you bear to leave me and Grandma? Mother

, you're so heartless..." "Shut up! Mother has never thought about getting married. Don't talk nonsense!" Aunt Tian was annoyed and, seeing Miao Miao still nagging, her anger flared up, and she couldn't help but shout at her.

"If you hadn't thought about getting married, why would others say that about you?"

Miao Miao was already full of resentment, and now being scolded made him even more unwilling to accept it, so he stubbornly argued back with his mother.

"Shut up! Mother said no, and that's it. If you keep talking nonsense, Mother really won't want you anymore."

Aunt Tian was thin-skinned but had a fiery temper. Her son's repeated misunderstandings made her feel ashamed and angry, and she couldn't help but impulsively want to slap Miao Miao to wake him up, but in the end, she restrained herself. After all, she was a rational person and didn't want to overly scold her son in front of outsiders.

Aunt Ma watched coldly as Wang Xiufen's thin face flushed and paled, her expression one of extreme excitement, as if anticipating an even bigger argument. Aunt Ma felt a surge of disgust and couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Millions die every day, how come this shameless woman isn't the one to die, leaving the world to harm others!"

Miao Miao and Aunt Tian's argument grew increasingly heated. Seeing this was no longer working, Aunt Ma pulled Miao Miao aside, half-comforting, half-scolding, saying, "Silly Miao Miao, you don't use your brain when things happen, you just act impulsively like a bull. What marriage? It's obviously fabricated, yet you believe it! Your mother isn't some unwanted old spinster, nor is she obsessed with getting married. Why would she be so shameless? If she wanted to get married, she would have done it ten years ago, why wait until today?"

Miao Miao didn't really believe his mother would remarry either, but he was nervous and disoriented, and Aunt Tian was not good with words, leading to a misunderstanding where they each spoke their own mind.

Both Aunt Tian and Miao Miao were straightforward people, their tempers like dynamite and a fuse—ready to explode at any moment! A simple lie, easily exposed, turned into a witty yet fiery argument through the dialogue between the mother and son.

"Grandma, is it true that Mom won't remarry?"

Miao Miao just wanted a clear answer, and now that Aunt Ma had so definitively denied his doubts, his mind was at ease, and his mood instantly improved.

Aunt Ma laughed, "Silly Miao Miao, why would Grandma lie to you? If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother!"

"Mom! Is what Grandma said true?" "

I told you long ago that it wasn't true, but you wouldn't believe me, you just kept insisting, and now you still have the nerve to ask..."

Miao Miao only cared that his mother wouldn't remarry; he didn't care about being scolded a couple of times. He asked Aunt Ma with great enthusiasm, "Grandma, what's an old maid?"

Aunt Ma glanced at Wang Xiufen, seemingly casually, and replied, "An old maid is a spinster who's reached her fifties or sixties and still hasn't married."

"And what about a spinster?" Miao Miao insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Aunt Ma looked at Wang Xiufen and chuckled, "Miao Miao, don't ask me. I won't answer that. If you want to know, ask your mother!"

Before Miao Miao could speak, Aunt Tian warned him rudely, "Miao Miao, you're rebelling! You're getting more and more outrageous. What marriage, what old maid, what spinster... all this nonsense! Is this the kind of thing you should be asking? I'm warning you, don't ask things you shouldn't know, or I won't be polite to you, even if there are outsiders around."

Aunt Tian was speaking to her son, but secretly complaining about her mother. She thought, "It's one thing for Miaomiao to be silly, but how can Mother join in? What 'old maid' and 'old spinster'? Isn't that mocking Wang Xiufang? Wang Xiufen is petty, yet Mother still mocks her mercilessly. This can only mean Mother hates this woman to the core. But hatred aside, the 'resentment' between them has only deepened."

Wang Xiufen's face was dark and uncertain. Anyone with eyes could see that Aunt Ma and Miaomiao's teasing was aimed at her. She gritted her teeth in hatred, but she couldn't lash out. Firstly, she was intimidated by Aunt Ma's fearless nature; secondly, she felt inferior about her situation. She dared not lash out because Aunt Ma was telling the truth. If they argued, even if she was right, she would lose face. If word got out, how could she ever face anyone again?

So, she could only endure it! She was a woman who didn't remember kindness and always sought revenge…

Aunt Ma had unknowingly sown the seeds of her own downfall, adding much trouble to her future life. Of course, that's a story for later, and we won't go into it here.

Now, although Wang Xiufen was seething with hatred inside, she appeared outwardly nonchalant. She chuckled a few times and said, "Auntie, you're so funny. By the way, Xiaoying, it's getting late, let's go, otherwise Miaomiao will blame me again, hehe, hehe..."

Looking at Wang Xiufen's smile, which was more like a grimace, Tian Sao thought to herself, "What is this woman thinking? Miaomiao and her mother are mocking her like this, yet she acts like nothing happened. Is she really so shameless?"

The straightforward Tian Sao had no idea of the darkness in Wang Xiufen's heart at that moment. This woman, constantly thinking of revenge, knew the principle of "you can't not bow your head under someone else's eaves." The other side had more people and more power; she couldn't fight them all with her own words, so she had no choice but to endure.

Once they left this mess, the situation would be completely different. She didn't believe she could out-argue Tian Sao; she wanted to sow discord between Tian Sao and her family; she wanted to drive a wedge between them. In short, she wanted to make this family never have a peaceful day, preferably until they were torn apart and everyone was dead.

Aunt Ma paid close attention to Wang Xiufen's actions, noticing a sudden, sinister smile on her malicious face. She knew this woman was up to something again. Although she wasn't afraid of her, she didn't want her daughter to suffer. She was curious to see what tricks this woman was up to, so she feigned enthusiasm and said, "Xiufen, you rarely come here. Why don't you stay for a simple meal tonight? You and Xiaoying can eat and chat, wouldn't that be better?"

"No need to be so polite, Auntie! Let's eat another day!"

Wang Xiufen stiffly refused Aunt Ma's "kindness." Seeing the displeasure on her face, Aunt Tian knew the woman was still angry. She thought, "There are too many people here, it's not good to say anything. Besides, Mother and she have a deep-seated grudge, why would she stay for dinner? But this is good, we can find a chance to explain when we get to her house. We can't let them become enemies."

Aunt Ma couldn't persuade Wang Xiufen to stay, so she reminded her daughter.

She said, "Then you go ahead, but the road is difficult to walk on after dark. Xiaoying, be careful and come back early, so Miaomiao and I won't worry."

"Mother, don't worry, I'll be very careful. Miaomiao, you must be good and not cause trouble for Grandma, okay? Mother, where am I going! Xiufen, let's go."

Aunt Tian repeatedly instructed her son, then left the small red building with Wang Xiufen. February 7th,

Homecoming Diary, Chapter 1: My College Sweetheart.

A Mercedes-Benz 2000 sped along the Beijing-Harbin Expressway. Rows of trees, buildings, and fields flashed by, but the driver paid no attention; his thoughts were already on his long-lost hometown!

This was my personal car. Due to my excellent work performance in the first seven months, which generated 2 million yuan in profit for the company, the general manager was especially kind, granting me a month-long vacation to escape the summer heat. All expenses during this period would be covered by the company. Because I had been feeling very homesick lately, I decided to drive myself to visit my long-lost hometown.

After driving through Shenyang, Changchun, and Harbin for 24 consecutive hours, I was extremely tired; my back felt like it couldn't bend. Finally, at 8:30 the next morning, I arrived in Daqing, where my college sweetheart works.

I found the largest hotel in the city, the Friendship Hotel, parked the car, booked a deluxe room, took a shower, ate something, and then lay down on the Simmons bed for a good night's sleep. I

didn't wake up until around 3 pm. After a quick tidy-up, I gave my college sweetheart's workplace a phone number. "I'm looking for Teacher Zhang Min."

A man answered the phone; his voice was a little hoarse, but very polite: "Okay, please wait a moment!"

After a while, a familiar voice came through the phone: "This is Zhang Min, who is this?"

"Wang Lin, currently staying in room 303 of the Friendship Hotel."

"Is it really you? What brings you here?" Her voice was a little excited.

"Oh, yes, my company manager gave me a month's leave. I'm going back to my hometown for a visit, and I'm passing through here, so I stopped to see you. Can you come out? I'd like to treat you to dinner!" "

The big boss has come all this way, even if I don't have time, I'll squeeze it in! Wait for me, I'll arrange things at home and at work, and I should be there around 5 o'clock." She replied with a slightly joking tone.

"Okay, see you in a bit!" "

I quickly got ready, combed my hair, polished my shoes, ordered food, and even went to a health product store in the city to buy a box of aphrodisiac chewing gum, preparing to seduce her tonight. My college sweetheart is actually just a friend (sexually speaking). We were very close in college, but never had a romantic relationship. And I was so naive back then, I didn't really understand sex, I didn't even know women have breasts much larger than men's!

A year after graduation, we briefly had a relationship, but we only met once, shook hands, and didn't even have a chance to kiss. Because my current lover appeared at the same time, I had to painfully break it off! So my first goal upon returning home this time was to get the body of the sweetheart I should have had long ago.

Around 5:03 PM, there were three rhythmic knocks on the door.

'Come in!'" "I stood up and walked towards the door. She pushed the door open and came in. I quickly reached out and took her hands in mine. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. We looked at each other. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, a black tight-fitting short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and white high-heeled sandals. Her long black hair was neatly draped over her back. A shy smile appeared on her oval face, which was wider at the top and narrower at the bottom. At 1.65 meters tall, she looked elegant in this ordinary business suit! Her

slender figure was sexy, and she was quite tall.

She broke the silence first: "I'm here, but you won't let me sit down. There are flowers on my face, and you keep staring!"

"Yes, yes, please sit down. I'm so happy that I forgot everything. Seeing you today, I can see that your beauty is not only as good as it was back then, but you've also gained a mature charm!" I said, not without flattery.

"Why are you being so cheeky? You used to be so honest! I'm old now, what's there to be beautiful about! I'm so sorry that you had to prepare food for me!" "

It's nothing. If it weren't for this opportunity, I wouldn't have been able to invite you even if I wanted to! Come on, you've been working all day, you must be hungry. Let's eat and chat."

We sat down at the table, and I opened a bottle of Moutai, poured two glasses, and said, "We haven't seen each other for fifteen years. Let's toast to our reunion!"

We drank and talked, and before we knew it, the bottle of Moutai was empty. Around 6:30 PM, we were full and called the waiter to clear the table. I turned on the stereo.

Her face was flushed, and her steps were a little unsteady, but she still sang along enthusiastically. "Heart Rain"

couldn't express our longing, and "Late Love" opened the floodgates of our emotions. I peeled a piece of chewing gum and put it in her mouth. We embraced and danced a little to the melodious music. After a while, her face was even redder and hotter, and her breathing became more rapid. She exclaimed, "It's so hot!"

"Shall we rest for a while?" "I asked.

She nodded, so I turned off the stereo, pulled her to the bed, and said, "Come on, take off your coat so it doesn't get wrinkled! That way you'll feel cooler!"

"No, I'm not wearing a bra. If I take it off, you'll see my body. No other man besides my husband has ever seen my body!" Her eyes were fixed on me passionately, her chest heaving with her rapid breathing. It wasn't so much that she was preventing me from taking off my clothes, but rather that she was seducing me!

"Am I not your first husband? Be good, listen to me! I love you so much, you know? I dream about you all the time! You're my first love, but I've never even seen my lover's body. It's so sad! Don't you like me?"

"I do like you, but..."

"No buts. What era are we living in? Don't be so conservative. Don't worry, I won't break up your family! Come on, baby!" "

As I spoke, I pulled her over and began unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. She only offered token resistance. I took off her shirt, revealing a thin, white, strappy cotton bra underneath. Her two erect nipples formed two small bumps at the top of the bra. I slightly lifted her upper body, unhooked the bra from behind, pulled it off her arms, and threw it on the floor.

As expected, her breasts were genuine—full, white, and soft, reminiscent of ripe tropical fruit. They had a thrilling elasticity to the touch. At the top of each breast were two slightly purplish nipples, about the size of peanuts, surrounded by a ring of small bumps the size of mung beans, like stars surrounding the moon. Her breasts were deep and alluring, perfect for breast play. The only flaw was that they sagged slightly, after all, she was nearly 40!"

What I should have enjoyed 15 years ago, I finally got to experience today. Excitedly, I hugged her tightly, my tongue naturally darting into her mouth, parting her teeth, finding her tongue and engaging in a passionate kiss. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps the chewing gum, or perhaps a rekindled old flame, that made this dignified, traditional woman abandon her reserve, responding passionately to my kiss. It lasted a full five minutes, until we were both a little breathless before we separated. We held each other, gazing at each other for a while, before she shyly lowered her head.

"Come on, baby, lie down first, let me take off your skirt, I want to take a good look at you!" I said.

"What's there to see? Women are all the same!"

Despite saying that, I obediently lay back on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge. I crouched down to stand, concealing my erection, and knelt between her legs. I reached out and untied her skirt, and she cooperated by lifting her buttocks slightly. I easily pulled the skirt off her buttocks, and it fell to the floor.

Now she was only wearing a pink thong, small and sheer, with a small piece of fabric just covering her private area. A few stubborn pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of the thong, and a cleavage was vaguely visible in the middle. The thong became a line at the back of her buttocks, tightly digging into her cleft. I never expected that she, with her dignified and beautiful appearance, would wear such sexy underwear!

I stared at her for a while. Although she was very excited, she was still shy and closed her eyes because it was her first time having an affair. I reached out again and pulled the top of the thong. With a little cooperation, she pulled off her little thong, spread her legs a little, and looked again. The vulva of a mature woman was displayed before my eyes.

Her lower abdomen lacked the excess fat common in women; its flatness accentuated her mons pubis, which rose like a steamed bun, covered with black pubic hair that extended downwards in an inverted triangle shape. Strangely enough, there was no hair at the junction of the labia majora and minora. The labia majora were quite thick and white, while the labia minora were hidden inside and not visible at all. Although her legs were slightly apart, her labia majora remained tightly closed, with only a slit visible from the outside. Judging from this alone, one would think she was still a virgin!

I reached out with both hands and pried open her labia majora, revealing a completely different scene inside. The entire groove was a deep red, and her clitoris, about the size of a soybean, was hard and erect from excitement, peeking out from the surrounding tender skin. Below that was the urethral opening, about the size of a millet grain, barely visible. And below that was her vaginal opening. I pulled it open forcefully, revealing a large, round hole the size of a glass marble. I could see the mucous membrane inside, indicating that it must be quite spacious. Gushes of vaginal fluid were slowly flowing out. Needless to say, she was very excited and ready to make love!

Seeing this, my penis got incredibly hard, so I quickly took off my bathrobe, which only contained a pair of shorts, and took those off too. My penis immediately sprang out, pointing forward at a 90-degree angle. I forgot to mention, I'm of average appearance, but I have a weapon I'm very proud of: it's 15 inches long when erect, the glans is the size of a child's fist, and there's a protruding piece at the urethral opening, about the size of a peanut, like a tumor. I used to be troubled by this and went to several large hospitals for checkups. The specialists all said it was normal, and that others were envious! Sure enough, it really brought me many benefits in our subsequent sex life!

Now I'm naked too. Looking at her, equally naked, I reached out and took her hands, teasing her, saying, "Amin, why is your genitals different from others? Is something wrong?"

She panicked, asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

I pulled her up forcefully, saying, "Don't believe me? Look for yourself, why is your little pussy so wet?"

Coincidentally, as soon as she sat up, before she could even look down, her face touched my penis, almost shoving it into her mouth. She glanced at it and exclaimed, "How come yours is so big? If I put it in, it'll kill me!" Hearing my words, she felt a mix of shame, fear, anxiety, and a hint of desire. She quickly lowered her head and said shyly, "I missed you, so I got wet down there!" "Really?

What did you miss? Tell me, my little darling!"

"Don't even mention it! Your thing is terrifying! It'll almost go inside me! I don't want it anymore!" she said, shaking her shoulders and acting coquettishly.

"Okay, fine, no way. Can I at least have a kiss from your brother first?"

With that, I pushed her back and climbed up on top of her. We landed on the bed together, and I ended up on top of her. "Brother's naughty, brother's naughty!" She lightly punched my back with her two little fists. It was more like she was being affectionate than hitting me!

I kissed her ear first, then her lips, and then focused on her breasts. Even though she was lying on her back, her breasts were still bulging. My tongue circled around her nipples, slowly climbing to the peaks. I took her left nipple and areola into my mouth and slowly sucked and gently bit her nipple. At the same time, my right thumb and forefinger pinched and squeezed her right nipple. Occasionally, I would use my whole hand to grasp most of her right breast and knead it a few times. Before long, she started panting.

I conquered her breasts, then slid down her flat stomach, pausing briefly at her cup-shaped navel before reaching her crotch. My penis slid across her thighs, making her shudder and spread her legs wide. I began my focused attack on her plump little pussy.

Because her legs were spread wide apart, her labia majora were already separated, and her vagina was still wet. I first licked and sucked her vaginal fluid, which had a slightly pungent smell. Then my tongue slid upwards, past her urethra, and stopped at her clitoris. I focused on licking, sucking, and gently biting, and her moans immediately increased. She cried out, "Yes, that's it! Oh, it feels so good! Harder! Harder!"

While my mouth was busy, my hands were not idle either. I first extended my index and middle fingers with my right hand and rubbed them a few times at the entrance of her vagina. Then I slowly rotated them and inserted them into her vagina. It was indeed very wide inside. I reached out with my left hand and rubbed her breasts. With all three methods working at once, her pleasure accumulated and increased. Her moans grew louder and louder, and her body kept twisting in small movements. She cried out intermittently, "So good...so good! Brother, how do you know how to play like this! Faster...faster!"

At this point, I had increased to four fingers, moving in and out of her vagina, and I was trying to insert my thumb as well.

Perhaps because she had given birth, although her vaginal opening was still tight, there was enough space inside to fit a fist. I curled my fingers together and slowly rotated them as I inserted and withdrew, each time the tip touched her cervix. I gently bit her clitoris with my tongue, and pinched her nipples hard with my left hand to distract her. I withdrew my right hand to her vaginal opening, and then suddenly thrust it in with all my might, yelling, "Fuck your rotten cunt!" My entire palm was thrust into her vagina.

"Oh my god, what's going in? It hurts!" she cried out, her voice trembling with pain.

"Don't be nervous, baby, relax your muscles, you'll feel better soon!" I comforted her, my hand remaining still inside her vagina, while my tongue and left hand continued to caress her clitoris and nipples.

After a while, she calmed down, panting, and said, "Fuck your mother, how could you be so cruel? Are you trying to kill me?"

I knew she had gotten used to it, and laughed as I replied, "What are you going to use to fuck me? Your little cunt with only eyes? Let me fuck your mother, that's more like it. Didn't you see? I have a big cock, your mother will definitely like it!"

"Bullshit!" she cursed back, but I saw a glint of excitement in her eyes. It seemed she might like mild violence, and this discovery excited me immensely.

My hands and mouth were busy, especially my right hand, which began to slowly wriggle inside her vagina. She started moaning loudly again, seemingly forgetting the pain from before. Her vaginal walls tightly gripped my palm. I slowly changed from wriggling to slow thrusting. When I pulled my wrist out, I pulled out a ring of muscles from the entrance of her vagina, like a fleshy ring. When I inserted it, even her labia minora were pulled in quite a bit.

As I thrust in and out, the speed gradually increased, and her moans suddenly grew louder, like shouts: "Fuck your mother, faster! Faster, I'm coming! I'm fucking your grandma, it feels so good!"

I knew she was about to climax, so I cursed back: "You slut, I'll fuck you to pieces, and I'll fuck your mother, your daughter, and you rotten cunt, I'll fuck three generations of you!"

As I cursed, I pulled my right hand out of her vaginal opening, then quickly and forcefully thrust it back in, all the way to my wrist, and clenched my fist inside her, repeatedly pounding her cervix, while biting down hard on her clitoris with my teeth, and pinching her nipples frantically with my left hand. Suddenly, I felt her whole body tremble violently, and she screamed: "I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm fucking your mother, it feels so good!!!!" A stream of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my right fist.

After a while, she finally caught her breath and lay lazily on the bed. I pulled my right hand out and lay down next to her, looking at her. She had a shy expression on her face, her eyes were hazy, and beads of sweat were seeping from her body. It was hard to imagine that this usually dignified, even somewhat arrogant, teacher could be so wild in bed!

I asked her how she felt, and she said, "This is the happiest release I've ever had in my life. I don't know why, but when you scold me and use a little violence, I get really excited. When I'm excited, I like to swear. You don't look down on me, do you?" "

Of course not, it's normal. It's just that you haven't been developed yet! To be honest, swearing when excited, and even adding a little violence, is something I've always wanted to do, but it's hard to find someone who shares that interest! What happened just now was only the prelude. Didn't you see that my penis is still not used? Just wait and enjoy it. I'll make you remember this for the rest of your life!"

"Really? I'm so happy!" Her eyes shone with excitement again!

“Of course, when have I ever lied to you? Come on, look how sweaty you are. Go wash up in the bathroom and get ready to get fucked!” I said, pulling her up.

Hearing my words, she blushed and walked towards the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of running water from inside, I opened my “toolbox.” Let me briefly introduce my toolbox: it mainly contains various sex toys, including all sorts of dildos, urinary catheters, lubricant, medical needles, enema kits, anal plugs, sterilization tools, hooks, straps, and even a pair of handcuffs and leg irons. This toolbox reveals my hobbies!

Over the years, I’ve observed that

men around 20 years old, seeking women for release and ejaculation, are satisfied regardless of the woman's appearance or age, as long as she has a vagina. They might even dig a hole in a gourd and insert their penis for a satisfying ejaculation! Men in this age group have strong sexual desires, their impulses outweigh their reason, and to achieve their goals, they often disregard the consequences, making them prone to rape!

Men around 30 years old are fully mature and often seek multi-faceted stimulation, balancing physical and psychological needs. Having experienced the allure of middle-aged women, they might crave the virginity of a young schoolgirl; familiar with the dark pubic hair of Eastern women, they might explore the blonde or white pubic hair of Western women; nuns, village girls, models, celebrities, even the hairless vulvas of children under 10 and the withered vulvas of women over 70—if possible, they'd like to try them all. However, men in this age group are generally more rational, thoughtful, and cautious, and are unlikely to commit crimes easily.

Men around 40 years old experience a decline in sexual ability, but their psychological needs increase dramatically. They place greater emphasis on psychological satisfaction, focusing most of their energy on the process rather than the result. They continue the multi-faceted stimulation of their 30s, while actively exploring various sexual methods and seeking a perverse (as many believe, especially women) form of sexual gratification, such as SM, bondage, sadism, homosexuality, incest, child fetishism, voyeurism, etc. Men in this age group are generally less likely to commit sexual crimes.

As for the psychology of men around 50 years old and above, I can't know since I haven't reached that age yet.

But I digress. Back to the point, I took out an enema tube, an anal plug, and lubricant from my toolbox.

The enema tube was homemade; it was a transparent plastic tube, about the same thickness as a gas stove pipe, with a water tap inserted at the top and a 10cm long, thumb-thick hard plastic tube attached to the bottom, with a smooth tip.

The anal plug was purchased, exquisitely crafted from rhinoceros horn, shaped like a "ga" (a child's toy, usually made from a piece of wood no more than 8cm long, sharpened at both ends). One end was short and thick, the other thin and long, with the largest diameter in the middle. It came in three sizes: large, medium, and small. When inserted into the anus, the thickest part in the middle fits perfectly into the circular muscle at the anal opening, preventing contents from leaking out.

I took a medium-sized one and the enema tube, and headed to the bathroom with my erect penis.

I pushed open the door and saw her showering. Clear, warm water, like a small waterfall, sprayed down her head, flowing over her face and neck, climbing her full, white breasts, gathering at her nipples to form two small streams, then flowing down her flat stomach, sinking into her vulva. Strands of pubic hair carried the water into her slit, then down her long legs, splashing onto the tiled floor. Her long, flowing hair obediently clung to her back. One hand was kneading her full breasts, the other stroking her crotch. Through the misty steam, she looked like a modern-day Venus!

"How's it going? All clean?" I asked, placing my toiletries on the sink.

"Almost done. Don't you want to wash up?" she asked.

“I washed thoroughly before you came. Your outside is clean, but the inside definitely isn't. Let me help you!”

She blushed and said, “You silly thing, what do you mean by inside and outside? Why make such a fuss?”

“Of course it is! Only when you're clean inside and out will you have more fun! Listen to me, you can't go wrong. Come here, put your hands on the edge of the tub, stick your butt out, and spread your legs slightly!” I said, pulling her over.

She glanced at me, a slightly surprised expression on her face: “What’s going on!” she muttered, but still did as I said.

I went behind her, spread her buttocks apart with both hands, revealing her deep purple anus. I rubbed it a few times, and her anus contracted several times. Then I applied lubricant around it, and with a slurp, I inserted my right index finger. She jerked, looking very nervous, and said, "What are you doing? It feels so strange, I need to poop!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm going to clean you up inside, you won't be able to hold it in a bit!" I said, moving my finger in and out a few times. Then I took the enema tube, aligned the bottom with her anus, and slowly rotated it as I inserted it. Because it was sufficiently lubricated, it didn't take much effort to insert the entire 10-centimeter hard plastic tube into her rectum. I asked

her if it hurt, and she said it didn't hurt, but it felt strange. I turned on the tap, adjusted the water temperature to be warm but not hot, and then attached the tip of the enema tube to the tap. At first, it was a thin stream, and I could see the water slowly flowing into her anus from the transparent tube. After she got used to it, I gradually increased the water pressure, and the water flow became noticeably faster.

"Ouch, it's so bloated! Stop it, I can't take it, I need to poop!" she cried.

"Just a little longer, it'll be over soon!" I said, holding her buttocks.

The water was still flowing, so I turned the pressure to the maximum, and the flow increased. She groaned in discomfort. After a while, the flow stopped, the pressure inside and outside was equal, and it was temporarily still. I took out the anal plug, pulled out the enema tube, and immediately inserted the larger end of the anal plug into her anus.

She yelled, "Ouch, damn it, it hurts so much!"

I helped her stand up. Her abdomen was obviously bulging, like she was three months pregnant. I pulled her around the room a few times, and I could clearly hear her stomach gurgling. She kept saying she needed to poop. I told her to hold on for a few more minutes before letting her go to the bedpan. As soon as I pulled out the anal plug, a stream of yellow liquid spurted out, almost spraying onto my face. She let out a long sigh of relief.

After that, I gave her two more enemas. The second time, I added some glycerin to dissolve any remaining feces. The third time, her stool was clear water, indicating that she was clean. I then cleaned and disinfected the enema tube before inserting it into her vagina and flushing it several times. Finally, we both lathered up with shower gel and took a shower. I carried her out of the bathroom and put her on the bed.

We lay on our sides, my hands caressing her breasts, her hands holding my penis. We looked at each other, her face flushed with shyness. I decided to arouse her with words first.

"How many times a week do you and your husband have sex?" I asked.

"Don't even mention him. His thing is so thin and short, and it gets cleaned up in no time. Before I can even get aroused, he just falls asleep. Even so, we can't even have sex once a week!" she complained.

“Poor thing, baby, no wonder you’re so horny when you see me!” I teased playfully.

“It’s all your fault for starting this! I’ve never been like this before! You’re so naughty!” she said, pinching my penis hard.

“How many holes has your husband fucked in?” I asked.

“He doesn’t have as many tricks as you. We only have normal sex. A few times I’ve sucked his little penis.” She answered shyly.

“Okay, let’s start with oral sex!” I said, getting up and turning her around so her head was resting on the edge of the bed, while I stood on the floor.

“Today I’ll teach you the first move, ‘deep throat sex.’” I said, bringing my penis to her mouth, caressing one breast with each hand, kneading her nipples. She eagerly grasped my hard penis with her hands, took my glans into her mouth, and licked my urethral opening with her tongue.

“Yes, like that, suck harder, it feels so good! I didn’t expect you, this slut, to actually know how to lick!” I said, thrusting hard, my 15-inch penis going in halfway, hitting the back of her throat.

The reason I put her in this position was to make her mouth and throat almost in a straight line, which made penetration possible. I started by slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth, gradually increasing the speed. Drops of saliva dripped from her mouth, and she made soft moaning sounds. Each time I thrust, I touched the entrance to her throat. I told her to open her mouth wide, make a circle, and pull her teeth back.

I withdrew my hands to hold her head and slowly inserted again, but this time, after touching the entrance to her throat, I continued to push until I forced open the muscles in her throat. Then, with a sudden force, my penis was completely inside her mouth, at least five inches through her throat and into her esophagus. Her face contorted in extreme fear. She tried to scream but couldn't make a sound. After a few seconds, I pulled out. To be honest, I was afraid she would suffocate, so I lingered in her mouth for a moment before thrusting in deeply again.

Her head twisted violently, as if trying to break free, but because my hands were holding her, she couldn't move. Each time I pulled out, a painful sound escaped her lips. I ignored it and continued thrusting. The feeling of her throat and esophagus being tightly constricted was simply wonderful.

I felt the urge to ejaculate several times, but I desperately held back, wanting to prolong the pleasure. I changed my previous roughness, thrusting gently and slowly, savoring the wonderful feeling.

She stopped struggling, her expression returned to normal, and as her body relaxed, she seemed to enjoy it, which was evident in her excited eyes. This continued for several minutes.

I couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting deeply into her esophagus, my whole body trembling, shouting, "It's coming, it's coming, you slut, I'm going to fuck you to death, I've deflowered your throat! Catch it, you cunt!" Large gushes of semen sprayed directly into her stomach, lasting for over half a minute. Her face was flushed, but it was clear she was very excited.

I pulled out my gradually shrinking penis, letting her lick up the remaining semen, and asked, "How did it feel, baby?"

"How did it feel? It scared me to death at first, fuck your old cunt! But to be honest, it felt pretty good later, especially when you ejaculated, it felt so good, and my pussy was flowing too!" she said excitedly.

"Really? Let me see!" I said, lifting her head, turning her around, and spreading her legs. Her vagina was still leaking fluid.

"Since you've swallowed my semen, I'll drink your vaginal fluid too!" With that, I climbed between her legs and licked her vaginal fluid, simultaneously stimulating her clitoris. She moaned in pleasure again. It seems my prim and proper classmate is quite the slut.

"Your husband can't satisfy you, so how do you usually satisfy your sexual desires?" I asked.

She glanced at me shyly, hesitant to speak, but finally seemed to have made up her mind and mustered her courage to say, "To be honest, I started masturbating in high school, and I haven't been able to quit even after I got married. Now, sometimes my daughter helps me too!"

Hearing that my college crush had such a long history of masturbation, especially since she had dragged her daughter into it, I was very excited. My previously limp penis gradually started to rise again, so I said, "Then how about you talk about your daughter while you masturbate for me? I'll let you experience something you've never felt before!"

"How could I? I've never done that in front of a man before, not even my husband!" she said shyly.

"You've already done it, what's there to be embarrassed about? How about I masturbate for you at the same time, baby?"

I coaxed her.

"I'm already yours. Since you keep asking, I'll show you. Don't laugh at me!"

she said. With her left hand, she alternately stroked her breasts and kneaded her nipples. Her right hand reached between her legs, and she spread her legs wider. First, she pinched and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger. Then, she inserted her index and middle fingers into her vagina, and switched to pressing her clitoris with her thumb. After a few thrusts, she gradually inserted her ring and little fingers into her vagina as well. She thrust rapidly for a while, then closed her legs, crossed them, and clamped her right hand between them. She vigorously rubbed her clitoris with her thumb, while her four fingers probed inside her vagina. Her left hand continued to knead her nipples.

She rolled around on the bed, moaning as she told me, in broken sentences, about her and her daughter. I held my penis and stroked it up and down as I watched her masturbate, listening to her recount her story. Here's what I remember:

"One weekend a year ago, after dinner, my husband was invited to play mahjong. My daughter's classmate's parents had to go out and wouldn't be back all night, so she had to keep him company. My husband usually doesn't come back all night playing mahjong, so it looked like I'd be spending the weekend alone again. After getting ready, I took a shower, feeling very agitated, probably because my period was approaching. I went to bed early, before eight o'clock.

"I usually wear pajamas to bed, just a pair of panties underneath. Lying in bed, restless, my hands naturally went to my breasts, and that familiar feeling returned. So I held one breast in each hand, stroking them through my pajamas, kneading my nipples. It felt really good."

"After a while, no longer satisfied with the caresses from outside, I simply took off my pajamas along with my panties. No one would come anyway. My lower body was already wet. I used my left hand to caress my breasts while my right hand busied myself below, just like today, except that day I only inserted three fingers. I groaned loudly, rolling around on the bed, gradually reaching orgasm, my mind filled with nothing but pleasure.

Suddenly, a voice called out: 'Mommy, what's wrong? Are you sick? Why aren't you dressed?'

I turned around and saw my daughter. I froze, feeling both ashamed and shocked. I forgot to cover myself, and my physical reaction plummeted from its peak. We stared at each other for a while before I stammered, 'Why are you back?'" "

Oh, my classmate's parents suddenly changed their plans and weren't going out, so I came back to sleep. When I came in, I heard groaning coming from my mother's bedroom. I thought she was sick, so I came in to check on her, but I didn't expect...

" Looking at my daughter's terrified expression, I had several thoughts running through my mind, but finally decided to face the issue head-on and explain it to her. My daughter is old enough to understand!

"Come here, sweetie, don't panic. Take off your coat and lie down next to Mommy. Mommy will tell you a secret!" I said gently.

"My daughter nodded obediently, took off her coat, leaving only her underwear, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to me, asking, 'Mommy, what happened to you just now? I felt like you were really comfortable!'

"Yes, it really was comfortable. That's the secret I'm going to tell you—masturbation," I explained.

"What is masturbation?"

"Masturbation is using your hands or a tool to caress areas that feel good to you, usually the breasts and vagina for women, to reach a state of intense pleasure, followed by a gradual fatigue. Sometimes it can also be mutual masturbation, where two or more people caress each other to reach orgasm."

As I spoke, I stroked her firm, small breasts and asked, "Does it feel good?"

"'Great, I've never felt like that before!' my daughter said shyly.

'Then help Mommy masturbate, and Mommy will show you how happy I am, okay?'

'But I don't know how to do it.'

'It's okay, Mommy will teach you! First, get up and suckle Mommy's big breasts, just like you did when you were little, suckle one and hold the other with your hand!' My

daughter obediently climbed up and repeated the actions she hadn't done in over ten years, her lips wrapped around her nipples, her teeth biting, and her other hand pinching and kneading her nipples. My

reaction, which had plummeted, began to rise again. I reached down and kneaded her clitoris, and inserted my fingers into her vagina, while my other hand reached between my daughter's legs, caressing her vulva through her panties. My daughter made soft moans and wiggled her little bottom in coordination with my hand movements. Judging from her appearance, she'll definitely grow up to be a little slut. Like mother, like daughter!

' I thought to myself, and my physical reaction grew stronger and stronger. I called out, 'My good daughter, you suckle Mommy's milk, it feels so good!'" "Come down and look at where you were born. Mommy's pussy is so empty. I want you to fuck Mommy!"

My daughter slid between my legs, staring blankly at my right hand frantically thrusting and kneading, her pussy constantly leaking vaginal fluid. She asked, "What should I use to insert it?"

"Use your little hand! Quick, quick!" I shouted urgently.

My daughter timidly extended her right hand, replacing mine, and began inserting four fingers, slowly manipulating it.

"No, use five fingers, no, insert your whole palm, be quick!" I yelled, frantically kneading my breasts.

My daughter then added her thumb, and with a forceful thrust, her entire palm was inside my vagina, down to her wrist.

"Yes, like that, so full! Why don't you move faster, move, you little slut!" I wanted to curse as I felt pleasure.

My daughter, fearful, sped up her thrusts, each time her little finger touched my cervix.

“‘Put more effort into it! Where did your strength go, you little slut? I’m going to get someone to fuck your cunt raw! Hurry up! Can’t you use your fists?’ I yelled frantically. My daughter clenched her fists and thrust into my uterus with all her might. Suddenly, I felt a violent tremor run through my body, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out of my cunt, landing on my daughter’s clenched fists. I shouted, ‘Oh my god, fuck your mother, it feels so good!!!

’ In this way, my daughter and I reached orgasm together, with her help. After that, whenever we had the chance, my daughter and I would play together. Gradually, my daughter became more familiar with masturbation, but she was still a virgin, and I didn’t want her to break her hymen while masturbating!” She

masturbated, rolled around, and talked, her moans growing louder as she approached orgasm. I stroked my penis, listening to her story, and seeing her current state—she was incredibly excited too, my penis swollen to its limit—I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, interrupting her masturbation. She yelled urgently, "What are you doing? I'm fucking you! I'm about to come! You interrupted me, I'll make you pay, make you pay! Your mother's big, bloody cunt!"

"Fine, fine, stop yelling like a fucking bastard, I'll pay you! Watch how I fuck your cunt raw! Die, you slut!" "I stood by the bed responding, spreading her legs wide and lifting them onto my shoulders, pressing her breasts against my breasts, as if folded together from her buttocks. Her vulva was thrust upwards, her clitoris, cleft, vaginal opening, and anus clearly visible. I gripped my penis in one hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and suddenly pushed, my penis sliding in halfway.

"Oh my god, fuck me to death! You're fucking ruthless! You're a bastard!" she cried.

"This is nothing! You're just waiting to be fucked, you slut. My goal is to fuck you so hard you'll never forget it!" "I responded and began thrusting in and out of her vagina, gradually increasing the speed. Because my penis was so long, although she was quite aroused and her vagina had widened considerably, it still couldn't fully accommodate my penis; about a third of it remained outside.

With each thrust, she cried out and cursed. As I thrust, I searched for her cervix. After several attempts, I finally found the right spot. As I mentioned before, the tip of my penis has a small bump, like a detector. I aimed it at the small, round opening about the size of a chopstick tip on her cervix and suddenly thrust in with all my might. I felt the glans suddenly break through a ring of flesh and enter her uterus. My entire penis was now inside her vagina. The feeling was indescribable; I could only describe it with one word—'amazing.'

As I entered her uterus, she cried out loudly, 'It hurts, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!' After a while, she caught her breath and cursed, 'Damn it, where did it go? I've never felt this before!'" "Although she was cursing, there was a strange expression on her face.

'How could your husband's little dick make you feel that way! I'm inside your uterus!' I told her.

'Nonsense, how can you get in there?'

'It's true, and I admit it's really difficult. Several elements are required. First, the penis must be long enough. Second, you need to find the right angle and position, which varies depending on the location of the uterus. Third, you need good technique. The uterus is very slippery. Even if you aim at the cervix, it usually slips open with a little force. So it's best if the tip of the penis has a small bump, like mine, to bite the cervix and use a clever trick to break through! My penis is now inside your uterus.'

Hearing this, her eyes shone with excitement. She said, 'You're really something! I feel strange now, hurry up and fuck me!'" "

I started with slow, small thrusts, each time hitting the bottom of her uterus. She moaned, grabbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. After a few minutes of this, I adjusted to the position of her vagina and uterus before pulling my penis all the way out of her vagina. Then I forcefully thrust it back into her uterus. Because the cervix is less elastic, it didn't close immediately after I pulled out, making it easy to penetrate the uterus the second time.

My thrusts became faster and faster, and her moans grew louder, while her hands..." She pinched and squeezed her breasts desperately, leaving finger marks on her fair skin. As the pleasure intensified, I thrust wildly, penetrating her fully each time and pulling out completely. I gripped her plump buttocks with both hands, squeezing harder with each thrust, my fingers almost digging into her muscles. Suddenly, I felt her body tremble violently, her face flushed red, and she cursed, "You son of a bitch, you bastard, you've really fucked my cunt raw! Go back and fuck your mother, your sister, your daughter! I can't take it anymore! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming for you!!" "

Cursing, her vagina shuddered, and a large amount of her juices sprayed onto my penis. Her vaginal and uterine walls contracted sharply, and I reached my limit of endurance. My semen gushed out of my scrotum, shooting directly into her uterus. The heat of my semen made her shudder and faint again. After ejaculating more than ten times, I collapsed, exhausted, onto her chest.

After a while, I pulled my shrunken penis out of her vagina, went to the bathroom to quickly wash up, put on my pajamas, and sat on the sofa to drink some tea to replenish my lost fluids. She was still not awake, so I stood up and pinched her philtrum hard for a while. She slowly woke up, opened her eyes, saw me, and let out a long sigh, saying, 'That was fucking comfortable! With you, I feel like a real woman! Where did you learn all these strange tricks? How many more tricks haven't you used yet?' '

What do you mean by learned? I already know them! You regret not coming to me in school! I know a lot more than you do, just wait and see!' " "I said with a laugh.

"Nonsense, back in school, how could I have taken off your pants to see your dick? How would I have known your thing was so 'capable'? But seriously, if I had known you were like this back then, maybe I would have let you fuck me long ago, even if I couldn't marry you later! Now I really regret it, if only my virginity had been broken by your big dick! Fortunately, God has eyes and has given me this opportunity today, I must cherish it and enjoy it! Tonight, everything I have is yours, you can do whatever you want with me!" After saying that, I sighed, my face full of anticipation.

I thought to myself, what a slut, she's already been fucked to death once, and she still wants more. I originally wanted to hold her and sleep with her before playing around, but it seems I can't now. As a man, I should satisfy

a woman's desires, how can I back down? So I said, "Go to the bathroom and wash up quickly, then we'll start again." She got up, smiled at me, and went to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, I quickly swallowed a Viagra pill (a very effective erection and delaying ejaculation, taking effect after 20 minutes) with some tea. I got up and tidied the sheets; they were soaked through, covered in our secretions and ejaculate, like a map. There was no other way, so I changed them and put on a new one (the hotel provides guests with 5 sets of clean bedding, probably considering our situation, the service is really thoughtful!). Just as

I finished changing, she came out of the bathroom, still naked, but the water droplets on her body had already been wiped away with a large towel in the bathroom.

She hugged me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder. Her full breasts, through her pajamas, rubbed against my back, and I could clearly feel her erect nipples. The scene evoked a feeling of first love. My lower body was warm again; the aphrodisiac was probably working. I turned around, hugged her, and took off my pajamas. We lay naked on the three-seater bed with newly changed sheets. We lay flat on our backs, her head resting on my left arm. My right hand gently caressed her full, white breasts, while her right hand held my limp penis and testicles, gently kneading them.

The soft light, the tender words, and the gentle caresses stirred our emotions, which had calmed down. I could tell from her breathing that she was a real beauty, seemingly insatiable sexually. Perhaps she had been pent up for years; once her libido was aroused, it was unstoppable!

"Amin, have you ever had anal sex?" I asked gently.

She glanced at me, blushed, and shyly replied, "My husband's penis has been inside me a few times, but I didn't feel anything, just wanted to poop. I've also tried inserting sausages and cucumbers when I masturbate, but I still didn't experience any pleasure! Sometimes when I take them out, they're covered in poop, it's disgusting!" It was strange; her intense and unrestrained sexual behavior in bed made one think she was a slut, but when asked about sex, her face always turned red, a stark contrast between her intense shame and openness about sex!

"It seems you haven't mastered the correct method yet. Western research on anal sex is quite thorough, and it's gradually being accepted by people. The primary issue in anal sex is hygiene. If E. coli from the anus gets into the genitals or mouth, it can easily cause infection, which would be counterproductive. Another issue is lubrication. The rectum doesn't usually secrete lubricant, so without enough lubrication, anal sex is very strenuous, and both partners may even feel pain, let alone pleasure. That's why I gave you an enema in the bathroom!" I explained.

"I never knew there was so much to say about anal sex! I guess I really should learn from you!" she laughed.

"No need for that. Just experience the sensations, and you'll know everything!"

At that moment, whether it was from the Viagra or her caresses, I felt my penis was very hard and erect. Her eyes were fixed on my big penis, her hand moving faster, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.

I pulled my left hand out and knelt on her chest, placing my penis on her cleavage. She used her hands to push it towards the center from both sides, clasping her hands together to form a hollow between her breasts, trapping my penis in the middle. A high pillow was placed under her head, and I thrust my penis back and forth in her cleavage. With each thrust, the head of my penis entered her mouth. After enjoying the tightness of her cleavage, I immediately felt the sucking of her lips and the licking of her tongue—it felt amazing!

After playing like this for a while, I turned around and lay on top of her in a 69 position. We started giving each other oral sex. I licked and sucked her clitoris, urethra, vagina, and then her anus. She took my penis into her mouth and moved the pillow under her neck, an angle that allowed my penis to slide into her throat. We played with it for a few minutes, and my penis was swollen to its limit. I knew it was time for the real show.

I climbed down, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and had her spread her legs and raise them, bending them towards her head with her hips as the axis. I opened my toolbox and took out a bottle of lubricant and a catheter.

I first massaged her anus a few times with my right index finger, then inserted the neck of the lubricant bottle into her anus, squeezing most of the bottle into her rectum. I smeared the rest on her vaginal opening, urethral opening, anus, and my large penis. Then, I aimed the head of my penis at her anus and slowly inserted it. The folds of her dark purple anus gradually flattened, and the sphincter muscles opened, until half of the glans was inside.

Her brows were furrowed, her breathing rapid, and she looked very tense. Suddenly, I thrust forcefully, shouting, "You slut, sell your body!" and inserted it all the way to the hilt into her anus.

"Ouch, you fucking cunt, it's bursting! My anus is splitting!" she screamed.

"Burden, slut, it'll get even bloated in a bit!" I replied, my penis remaining inside. I reached for the urethral catheter, aimed the rounded end at the tiny urethral opening, and rotated it as I inserted it.

"What are you doing? You son of a bitch, why does it hurt so much? Slow down! I'll fuck your mother, didn't you hear me?

I told you to slow down!" she screamed incessantly.

Hearing her curses, I became even more excited. Who cares! After inserting the catheter about two centimeters in, I suddenly pushed hard, plunging it into her bladder.

"Mommy, are you trying to kill me? I'll fuck your mother's blood! Your mother's big cunt was fucked by black devils all over the world, and that's how she gave birth to a heartless bastard like you!" Her face contorted, tears streaming down her face, and she kept screaming and cursing. It seemed she was really in pain.

I paused for a while, and her screams gradually subsided, her complexion returning to normal. So I opened the other end of the catheter, and golden urine slowly flowed out. I held it in my hand and aimed it at her vulva. Some of the urine flowed into her vagina, and some flowed into her anus. At the same time, my penis began to thrust in and out. The urine flowing into her anus with my thrusts acted as lubricant, which is called "using the original soup to digest the original food!"

This time she didn't scream, but instead groaned. It seemed she had adapted and was beginning to enjoy it.

The lubricant inside, combined with the urine outside, made my thrusting particularly smooth, and the speed gradually increased. At the same time, I first inserted three fingers of my right hand into her vagina, slowly adding four, then five.

Her hands wrapped around her legs, pulling hard on her nipples, her groans growing louder and louder.

I held the urinary catheter in my left hand, spraying it everywhere like a shower, then concentrating it at the vaginal opening. The urine flowed into her vagina through the gaps between my fingers and the vaginal walls. My penis thrust rapidly in and out, and with a couple of twists of my right hand, I suddenly thrust my entire palm into her vagina, not stopping at my wrist, joining my good friend's big penis next door.

This time she didn't yell or curse, but cried out that she was bursting, her groans turning into shouts, her body trembling uncontrollably. It seemed she was about to reach orgasm again, and so was I.

My right hand rotated, palm down, fingers gripping my penis through a thin membrane. My large penis thrust wildly in and out, while I enjoyed the masturbation of her fingers inside her vagina.

It was like a competition; the louder her cries, the harder I thrust. Suddenly, her body trembled violently, and she cried out, "You big fat cunt, you're so good at fucking! I'm about to come! Hurry up! I'm coming! I'll fuck your ancestors for eight generations!"

I echoed her cries, "Stinky cunt, rotten cunt, I'll fuck you to death! And then I'll fuck your daughter!"

I cursed her, thrusting my penis in with all my might, while simultaneously my right hand reversed and gripped her cervix, shaking it incessantly. My left hand yanked out the catheter and inserted it into her mouth. Almost simultaneously, my semen gushed into her rectum, wave after wave, violently spraying out.

She was semi-conscious; the remaining urine in the catheter slowly flowed into her mouth, her lips smacking unconsciously. I, exhausted, lay panting on her lower abdomen, my penis and right hand still inside her.

Five full minutes passed before I regained some energy. I pulled out my penis and right hand, which woke her up. She was shocked to find the catheter, smacked her lips, and smelled a foul odor. She realized what had happened and said, "How could you be so shameless?" She raised her hand to hit me, but couldn't sit up after several attempts. She was clearly exhausted!

"I'm so sorry! Come on, let me carry you to the bathroom to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth! Okay, Amin, don't be angry!" I coaxed her and carried her to the bathroom.

"Okay, this won't happen again. Go tidy up the bed. I'm exhausted. I need to get some sleep!"

I inevitably had to change the sheets, which were soaked with urine and odor, and put on a new one. I looked at the clock and it was past 1 a.m. Luckily, she had her fourth class the next morning. When she came back, she got into bed and lay in my arms. We hugged each other and quickly fell asleep!

The next morning, I woke up at 9 a.m. I quickly woke her up. We hurriedly washed up, went downstairs to eat some breakfast, and went back upstairs to get dressed. I prepared to take her to school.

"When will you be back? Would you like to come back to see me then? I'm sure you'll have a pleasant surprise!"

she asked me before I got in the car.

"About two weeks later, I'll be back. A pleasant surprise—your daughter?" I looked into her eyes.

She nodded knowingly, and my heart filled with wonderful anticipation. Such a tender flower bud, waiting for me to pick it!

How exciting!

After dropping her off at school, I went back to pack quickly, checked out of my dorm, and prepared to continue my journey.

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