Third Aunt is affectionate

My heart aches with homesickness, I hurry along under the moonlight. I wish I had long legs to reach home in a single step!

It's been two years since I've been home. My mother is waiting, my family is waiting, and my longing for home grows ever stronger. With the Spring Festival fast approaching, the day of family reunion is fast approaching. Two days ago, I finally got everything settled and headed south home. After a long journey, crossing mountains and rivers, the "Yuxiang" carrying our family of four finally set foot on our hometown soil after a day and a night of non-stop driving. More than two years have passed, yet everything seems unchanged; the mountains are still the same mountains, the rivers are still the same rivers, and the people are still the same people.

Passing through our hometown town, we encountered the year-end market. The town was packed with people, making it difficult for vehicles to pass. The "Yuxiang" could only slowly move forward with the flow of people.

"Wow, so many people!" The baby, who had been sleeping in Sister Yumei's arms, woke up sometime earlier, his little face flushed as he looked at the dense crowd outside the car window, finding it all very strange.

Yu Zhen twisted her sore neck and said to Sister Yu Mei, "Sister, I've been sitting for a whole day and night, I'm exhausted. Let's go for a walk!"

"Okay. Look, the baby's been wanting to go out and play too."

Seeing her sister agree, Yu Zhen said to me, who was driving, "Tian, stop the car, my sister and I are going for a walk."

I stopped the car and said, "You take the baby to Auntie's house and wait for me. It's quite cold outside, wear an extra coat, don't get cold."

While the baby was being helped by the two sisters to put on a coat, the baby said to me, "Daddy, aren't you going to get out and play? There are so many people outside, it's so lively!"

"Hehe, Daddy still has to drive. We'll take you to your Grandma's house up ahead."

After dressing the baby, Yu Zhen and Yu Mei each put on a coat, picked up the baby, and got out of the car. They disappeared into the crowd in no time.

Half an hour later, the "Yu Xiang" finally arrived at Auntie's shop.

Auntie's family made metal products such as doors, windows, and beds. Every market day, the open space in front of her house would be packed with cars, almost completely blocking the entrance. Today was especially so. By the time I arrived, there were no spaces left, so I parked my "Yuxiang" far away in front of Uncle Pidan's repair shop at the south end of the market.

"Wow, what a beautiful car!" I had barely gotten out of the car and hadn't even had a chance to breathe in the fresh air when I heard someone praising my precious vehicle. The voice sounded familiar; I knew it.

Sure enough, I looked towards the speaker, and it was none other than Uncle Pidan. "Uncle Pidan, long time no see!"

"Damn, kid, two years have passed, you've made a fortune!" Uncle Pidan was still the same as two years ago, always greeting people before speaking. He always used at least one of those common village slang terms—"damn," "fuck," "*," "damn"—almost without fail. But although Uncle Pidan was a big, burly man with a rough voice, he wasn't a bad person. You could say that almost every schoolchild in our village had received his kindness.

"What do you mean by making a fortune? That's nothing compared to Uncle Pidan's." I chuckled.

"Damn, kid, are you teasing your Uncle Pidan?" Uncle Pidan feigned anger.

"How dare I!" I looked at Uncle Pidan's shop; it was much more impressive than two years ago. A row of over ten brand-new motorcycles must have cost at least forty or fifty thousand. "Uncle Pidan, business is good, right?"

"Not bad. How about it? Much more impressive than two years ago?" In this remote, impoverished rural town, Uncle Pidan, focusing solely on bicycle repair, had transformed a small shop that only fixed bicycle tires into what it was today in just two years. He

really had some skills. "It's like a complete transformation!"

"Damn, the analogy is a bit exaggerated, but I like it..."

Uncle Pidan's words were interrupted by a woman's voice coming from inside the shop. Let's not talk about who this woman is yet; let's listen to her voice and taste what it's like.

"Goodness, who is this! Let me see..."

Did you get it? Indeed, this woman's tone of voice was exactly like Uncle Pidan's. As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." This woman was none other than Uncle Pidan's wife, Aunt Pidan.

"Aunt Pidan!"

Aunt Pidan grabbed my arms, smiling broadly, her eyes slightly moist, and said, "You heartless rascal, you've been gone for two years! Your mother was so worried about you!"

Hearing Aunt Pidan say this, for some reason, my nose suddenly stung, and tears streamed down my face.

When Uncle Pidan saw me crying, he scolded Aunt Pidan, "You stinking woman, you know this boy is a liar, yet you still say all this nonsense..."

Aunt Pidan, with tears welling in her eyes, wiped the tears from my face with her handkerchief and laughed, "This boy is a grown man now, and he still cries so much!"

I sighed and laughed, "Well, being too emotional has always been my weakness! Aunt Pidan, you've become even more charming in the past two years!"

Aunt Pidan laughed and playfully hit me, saying charmingly, "This boy hasn't changed at all, his sweet tongue is still as charming as ever."

Time flies when you're with optimists like Uncle Pidan and Aunt Pidan; half an hour passed before I even had a chance to laugh.

After saying goodbye to Uncle Pidan and Aunt Pidan, I headed towards the market. When I reached my aunt's house, I heard a voice calling me. I looked around and saw it was my uncle, "Four Eyes," a short, middle-aged man wearing thick glasses.

I pulled a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from my waist bag and offered one to "Four Eyes," smiling, "Uncle, you're at the market too!" "Four Eyes" took the cigarette and said, "Yes, it's the last market of the year."

"How's the New Year's shopping going?"

"Almost done, just need to buy a few more odds and ends today."

"Oh, Aunt didn't come?"

"She did, she went inside with Lele to buy leather shoes. I don't know what got into Lele, he insisted on buying a pair of leather shoes in this freezing weather."

"The young man likes to look good, it's nothing."

"Hehe. Alright. I'll go buy some things first, then we can chat again. Your mother's inside, hurry up and go in."

"Yes!"
"Third Uncle!"

Arriving at Third Aunt's house, I greeted Third Uncle, who was busy dealing with guests, and went into the inner room. Wow, there were quite a few people gathered inside, all women: Aunt, Mother, Aunt, Sister-in-law, Wife, Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, etc. As the saying goes, three women make a drama. This group of over ten women gathered together, creating a lively scene no less vibrant than the streets outside.

The two sisters, Yuzhen and her sister, flanked their mother, who held her baby tightly in her arms, beaming with joy, though traces of tears were clearly visible in the corners of her eyes. The women surrounded the three generations, chatting and laughing, their words filled with praise and envy.

"Mom!" A soft "Mom!" revealed the son's longing for his mother.

"You're back!" A thousand words couldn't compare to those three simple words, overflowing with a mother's concern for her son.

"Yes!"

"It's good you're back, it's good you're back!" The same words my mother used from my childhood until now, her paternal love unchanged.

Three years have passed since we parted, another autumn of loneliness has arrived.

Wild geese fly past the willows in the courtyard, a mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles, tears fall across the land.

More than two years have passed, and my mother's face has obviously aged a lot. Fine lines have been quietly etched at the corners of her eyes, strands of white hair have climbed onto her forehead, and white frost has covered her once black temples.

Dear Mother, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates your hardworking figure. The frost of time is etched on your brow, a testament to a life filled with hardship, and deep wrinkles tell a story of your bitter experiences. Dear Mother, you planted the seeds of dreams with your own body, watered your earnest hopes with your life's blood, and silently told an extraordinary tale with your life's quiet dedication. Dear Mother, as your son, I feel proud and honored.

My heart trembles slightly, my nose tingles, and tears well up in my eyes again. That deep maternal love makes me involuntarily recall the little things from my childhood.

"Mother's embrace, my haven of love; allowing me to cry unreasonably and laugh to my heart's content; suckling at mother's milk, always so greedy, lullabies send me into dreams, warm and sweet!"

What remains eternally unchanged in the world is not romantic love, nor simple friendship, but the sacred love of a mother. Romantic love, like fragile glass, cannot withstand the turmoil of misunderstandings. Though vows of eternal love may have been made, these promises ultimately prove weak and powerless, unable to preserve the freshness of affection. Simple friendship, like volatile alcohol, cannot withstand the test of time. Many childhood friends become strangers after a few years apart. Only a mother's love is eternal.

Now a father myself, I still cannot escape the sunshine of my mother's love; her rich and profound love is poured forth fully onto my daughter—her granddaughter. It is this kind of kinship that warms the world, sustains society, and is passed down from generation to generation.

"How can the heart of a small blade of grass repay the warmth of spring?" Parents are old, and their requests are few; they only yearn for their children, busy in all corners of the world, to visit them often, to greet them, to chat, to share their innermost thoughts, and to help with household chores, so they can enjoy the warmth of their children's love and savor the joys of family life in their later years.

Facing our mothers, we should ask ourselves: As the long river of history flows through this ancient and magical land of China; as the descendants of Yan and Huang express their patriotic fervor with pure hearts; as we use our youth to write heroic chapters and create brilliance, do we truly feel the warmth of home and the ordinariness of our mothers? When we are exhausted after a long journey; when we are filled with joy and have achieved success, do we think of our mothers? How can we repay our mothers' profound kindness? Is it enough to not give a penny less in support and fulfill our filial duty as children?

I deeply feel that this decision to return to my hometown to start a business is the most fulfilling and perfect decision of my life! I firmly believe that this will be the most glorious milestone in my life!
After chatting with the women in the inner hall for a while, I felt a bit of an urge to urinate, so I left the inner hall and walked towards the back of the house. A few turns behind the house led to the old fertilizer factory of Miaoyuan Town, which is now abandoned. I remember there was a toilet at the west end of the furnishing warehouse in the farthest part of the building. I used to go there often when I was in school or going to the market in town. I wonder if it still exists.

I rushed there, and thankfully, the toilet was still there, though it was now just two dilapidated ruins. There were separate men's and women's sections, but the signs were gone, replaced by a tattered wall made of broken bricks.

"Splash..." I unzipped my trousers, pulled out the already aroused water gun, and fired a burst of mercury bullets that arced through the air, hitting the wall and splashing water everywhere. "Oh!—" A long-held urge to urinate finally burst forth, the warm urine creating a powerful jolt of heat and friction that sent waves of pleasure through my body—it felt amazing!

"Ah!" A terrified scream came from the other side of the wall.

Startled by the scream, I immediately stopped the water gun. Before I could even process what was happening, a torrent of curses erupted from the other side. I listened carefully. Good heavens! This woman's mouth was like a machine gun, "tap tap tap..." She unleashed dozens of different swear words in one breath. A master!

After listening for a while, I finally figured out what she was cursing. Damn, it turns out that when I peed earlier, I hadn't noticed that there were several holes lurking in the brick wall where my urine had hit. With my long-held urine spraying out, the holes widened, and the urine sprayed directly onto the other side of the wall. And wouldn't you know it, this woman was relieving herself on the other side. The urine splashed all over her butt!

Understanding the situation, and feeling guilty, I had no choice but to give up. I muttered "slut!" under my breath, straightened my pants, and walked out.

As soon as I left the restroom, I couldn't help but glance across the street. And what a sight! I saw someone I knew all too well. No wonder the cursing voice sounded familiar.

"Hehe, Third Aunt, it's you!"

The woman was indeed Third Aunt, a beautiful woman in her thirties.

Third Aunt said awkwardly, "Is anyone else inside?"

"No."

Third Aunt's expression changed drastically. She rushed to me in a few steps, glaring fiercely at me, "You bastard, so it was you who shot it."

"So what if it was me?"

"Hmph, did you follow me here?" Third Aunt's attitude immediately underwent a 180-degree change, becoming like a little female cat in heat.

"I came here just to pee, why would I follow you?" When I came out, I was only thinking about peeing and didn't even notice whether Third Aunt was still in the house.

"Hmph, liar!"

"Why would I lie to you? Didn't you feel how long I'd been holding my pee?"

"You bastard!" Third Aunt suddenly pounced into my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoe, her eyes were languid, and her small mouth was slightly open, asking me for a kiss.

I quickly looked around. Luckily, no one was there. I lowered my head and kissed her slightly parted red lips. For a moment, their passion erupted, a fiery and passionate kiss that left them breathless and thoroughly enjoying themselves!

"Alright, it won't be good if someone sees us." I resisted the temptation and pulled away from her red lips.

"So you know what fear is!" My aunt gave me a seductive look; damn, I almost lost my mind to her.

"What are you saying? You're always the one who seduces me!" My eyes were fixed lustfully on her breasts, which were bulging high under her coat.

"You're bad!" My aunt actually started to whine to me like a little girl.

"Women don't love men who aren't a little bad!"

"Tap tap tap..." A series of hurried footsteps came from this direction.

"Someone's coming!" I quickly released my aunt from my arms.

My aunt's body was weak and limp; when I suddenly let go, she slumped down against me. Sigh, helpless, I had no choice but to pick her up again and quickly walk a few steps to hide behind the warehouse. Fortunately, behind the warehouse, besides dozens of tall stacks supporting the warehouse wall, was the fertilizer factory wall, and beyond that wall lay the Miaoyuan River, the source of Miaoyuan Town's fame. The warehouse was a hundred meters long, with a trapezoidal stack about every five meters or so between the warehouse walls and the factory wall. The area was overgrown with weeds, and most people wouldn't easily come here, except for those having affairs like us.

I picked up my aunt and carried her inside, until we reached the largest stack in the middle, where I hid behind it. Damn, this place was truly secluded; it was impossible to see her from either end—a perfect spot for lovers to have an affair.
After a long kiss, my aunt's soft hands unconsciously roamed slowly across my back, her body becoming increasingly limp and weak, completely exhausted. She lay like a lump of mud in my arms, her pretty face rubbing against mine, full of ecstasy. My eager hands reached inside her cotton coat, grasping one of her full, smooth breasts. I pinched and squeezed, making my aunt gasp repeatedly, and she offered her slippery, fragrant tongue for me to savor and lick.

"Jin Di," my aunt's nickname was Jin Di. As I attacked her breasts and her tongue, I said, "Your body is getting fuller and fuller. Compared to when we first met, it's like heaven and earth!"

My aunt's face flushed, and she gasped, "How could there be such a big difference!"

"I say there is. I remember that night's passion clearly, because that day was a special day."

Eight years ago, on August 20th, it was a special day. That day I turned eighteen; that day I received my ticket to the ivory tower—my university acceptance letter; that day I went from boy to man.

That afternoon, I didn't receive the letter until after four o'clock. Clutching the letter tightly, I hurriedly took the last bus from the county town home to share the good news, hoping to arrive before dark. However, good things don't always go smoothly; the bus I was on broke down halfway, taking over an hour to repair before continuing. By the time I reached Miaoyuan Town, it was already dark, and to make matters worse, a light drizzle began to fall. To prevent the letter from getting wet, I went to my aunt's house in town.
My third aunt and uncle had been married for four years and their life was relatively happy. They should have been harmonious and joyful, but they always seemed troubled, their brows furrowed with worry, because my third aunt had no children. The ancients said, "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring." My third aunt and uncle felt ashamed in front of others, so they sought medical help everywhere, spending money relentlessly, but nothing seemed to work.

My third aunt's door was already bolted, but the light inside was still on. I went up and knocked, calling out, "Third Uncle!"

"Hey, coming! Who is it?" I didn't hear my third uncle's voice; it was my third aunt who opened the door. "Cai Tian, come in!"

"Is Third Uncle home?" Not hearing my third uncle's voice, I felt a little embarrassed to go in.

My third aunt smiled charmingly and said, "What? Are you afraid I'll eat you up? Come in quickly, you're all soaked." My third aunt pulled me into the house and then bolted the door again.

"Want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Here, a towel, wipe yourself down." My aunt handed me a clean towel and smiled, "Isn't it just like being at home here? Don't be so polite. Wait a moment, I'll go get you something to eat."

A little while later, my aunt came over with a plate of simple home-style dishes and a few steamed buns, beckoning me to the table and saying, "Eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"You rascal, why are you thanking me for a meal!"

And so, I ate, my aunt watching me, chatting idly.

In no time, the plate of dishes and two steamed buns were gone.

"Are you full?"

"Yes, I'm full.

" "There's water in that cup, drink it if you're thirsty!"

"Oh. Where did Uncle go?"

"He went to the city to buy some goods."

"Is he coming back today?"

"He called earlier, he's not coming back. Oh, sit for a while, I'll go make your bed..."

"This..."

"What? Just rest here tonight."

I noticed that Auntie was quite determined, and the rain outside was getting heavier, so I could only nod and agree.

The night was deep and quiet, except for the incessant rain outside. I was indeed tired after a long day, and I fell asleep in no time after lying down on the bed.

I don't know when, but I suddenly felt someone blowing on my face. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. After a moment, my eyes adjusted to the light in the room, and I could see everything. The rain outside had stopped sometime ago, the sky had cleared, and the moon and stars were hanging in the sky again.

"Auntie! You..." The person blowing on me was none other than Auntie Jindi.

"Don't speak!" My aunt suddenly kissed my lips, silencing what I was about to say.

After a forceful kiss, I pushed her away and quickly said, "Auntie, please don't do this, please don't do this, I'll commit a crime!"

[The End]

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