son Da Niu

For the past few days, Da Niu has been feeling dizzy. Whenever he's not working, his mind is filled with the
glaring images from the video. He usually only masturbates when he can't sleep at night. The day he watched the video, his mother was
sitting in the main room outside the door, and Da Niu eagerly imagined his mother as that woman and started masturbating.
These days, every night when he gets home, he can't help but masturbate whenever he thinks of those images, sometimes
ejaculating three or four times a night. At work, he feels weak and his appetite
has decreased.
Da Niu's feelings towards his mother have also changed. Before, looking at his mother was a perfectly normal thing,
but now, when he looks at her, he involuntarily recalls the breasts and pubic hair he secretly saw as a child, and
combining that with the woman's vulva and naked body in the video, Da Niu feels
as .
Da Niu had never paid attention to the photo on his mother's bedside table before. It was a black and white photo taken when his mother and father got married. The
photo was small, unlike the huge billboards in the city now where women's breasts are as
big as millstones.
Da Niu stood in front of this small photo for a long time, lost in thought. His mother, in her youth, had small braids,
an oval face, and wore a white floral blouse. Her chest was full and round. Da Niu thought his mother was really
pretty , much prettier than those young girls in the city with makeup on their faces.
He was tormented by the image of her white body that he couldn't shake off. One night, his
mother very late, knocked on his door and asked if he was asleep. Da Niu was still awake but didn't answer. Later, his mother
busied herself outside for a while and then he heard the sound of water. Da Niu knew that his mother was wiping herself down.
There was no water heater or anything like that at home, so she couldn't shower every day. But she worked hard and sweated a lot,
so Mom would wipe herself down every night before bed and take a bath every few days in her room on the west side. However,
the room was small, so if Da Niu was asleep or not home, he would close the gate to the yard and
wash in the main room.
Da Niu knew this, which is why he didn't answer when Mom knocked on the door. Hearing the sound of water outside,
Da Niu's penis hardened. He tiptoed to the door, listening to the water, and placed his hand on the latch
. The sound of water tempted him to pull the latch open; pulling it open would reveal Mom's breasts and bare buttocks.
The videos were all fake; what was outside was real.
Da Niu took a long time to pull his hand off the latch, placing it on his penis, which was pointing upwards. He imagined the scenes of sex in
those videos, imagining the woman as Mom in the photos when she was young, and began
to rub it vigorously.
Da Niu's hands ached from rubbing so much, and finally, his semen spurted out, splashing onto the door and sticking thickly to
the door panel. Da Niu felt both comfortable and exhausted; his legs involuntarily gave way, and he sat down on the floor, panting heavily. There
was another series of hurried, light noises outside. Then Da Niu heard his mother ask, "Da Niu, aren't you asleep?
" He sat on the floor, holding his breath, too afraid to answer. After a while, he heard the door close; he
knew his mother had gone into the west room.
Da Niu silently cursed himself as a beast, but he knew it was useless now
. Ever since watching that video, when he masturbated thinking of his mother, he felt his penis throb intensely when he ejaculated
, as if it were incredibly pleasurable, and he slept exceptionally well at night. Since then, every time he masturbated, he thought of
his mother, even though he cursed himself as a beast every time he ejaculated.
That day, Da Niu left early after watching the video, and now he regrets it. He wonders what happened to
that . His coworkers told him that some women cry when they are fucked to the point of ecstasy.
They also mentioned that American women are particularly slutty. Da Niu was very curious about all of this. Could any woman be
slutty than that Japanese woman? That woman sucks dicks and does it all. Isn't it said that women are also very happy when they are fucked? How can they
cry when they are happy?
Da Niu couldn't contain his curiosity. One afternoon, he lied and said that a relative was getting married and he needed to give 100
yuan as a gift. After lunch, he went straight to the video arcade that his coworkers had taken him to last time. From the beginning, Da Niu
stared at the screen with his eyes wide open, carefully watching every scene, as if he wanted to engrave these images in
his mind .
It wasn't until dark that Da Niu stumbled out of the video arcade, feeling somewhat dazed. The Japanese women
were practically crying from being fucked, and the blond foreign women liked to sit on top of men and fuck
themselves – so slutty.
He'd watched three movies that afternoon, his mind filled with images of penises of all sizes fucking hairy and hairless
vaginas. When he got home, Da Niu was about to go back to his room to masturbate when Liu Cuicui had already put dinner on the table and called him
to eat.
Da Niu had to suppress his urge to masturbate, sat down, and started eating.
Seeing how quickly he was eating, Liu Cuicui told him not to choke and poured him a glass of water.
Da Niu looked up at his mother. Her temples were already graying, and although her face still resembled her younger self in photos
, it had many wrinkles, and her skin was a bit sallow – a far cry from the fair complexion in the pictures
.
His gaze shifted downwards, and the first thing Da Niu noticed was his mother's high, rounded breasts. Although she was wearing
a rather large shirt, it was still clear that they were very prominent. The image of his mother's large breasts in his memory
was vivid: very white and large, like two snow-white steamed buns.
Moving his gaze further down, he noticed his mother's waist was rather thick, unlike the slender waists of young girls these days,
which Da Niu felt he could snap in two with a pinch. Further down, Da Niu's eyes couldn't help but
wander . There was a lot of dark hair there, like a clump of weeds covering a large area, which Da Niu, as a child
, couldn't see at all. But now he knew: a small, red slit,
small enough to accommodate his erect penis.
He hadn't masturbated since watching the video that afternoon, and his penis had remained hard.
He , but looking at his mother's lower body, his penis hardened again.
Da Niu stood there, holding his cup, staring blankly at his mother. Liu Cuicui, who was eating, also noticed
something was wrong. Seeing Da Niu staring intently at her, especially at her thigh, she felt both angry and puzzled.
The child's eyes had been acting strange lately. Da Niu wanted to get angry but couldn't bring himself to, so he got up, took his bowl of rice, and went out to
visit neighbors.
Liu Cuicui's departure brought Da Niu back to his senses, and he felt a pang of fear. Had Mom found out
he'd seen her breasts and thighs? The thought filled Da Niu with panic. Would Mom call him a
beast? Would she beat him to death? Even though he was strong,
he wouldn't fight back, even if Mom beat him to death.
Da Niu finished the rest of his rice and went into his room. Sitting in the dark, he grew increasingly afraid.
Lately, he'd been thinking about Mom masturbating, and he longed to see her bathing again. Sometimes,
when Mom carried a basin of water back to the east room at night, he couldn't help but want to follow her in. Once, Da Niu even pressed his ear to
the door to eavesdrop.
Da Niu knew he was possessed lately, constantly thinking about sex. He couldn't help but think about it
when . Sometimes he even wanted to force Mom down like those men in those videos.
Da Niu knew he'd be struck by lightning for this. He'd saved 100 yuan that afternoon so he could go to a small hair salon sometime when he couldn't
resist . He didn't want to do something even an animal wouldn't do. But his mother's
visit to another house made Da Niu feel like she knew he was spying on her. Da Niu also felt like he was losing control.
He thought he couldn't go on like this; he had to go to a hair salon tonight.
With the money in his pocket, Da Niu left home and rode his bike to a place quite far from home. There were a dozen or so small
shops along the roadside, with signs on their glass doors saying "Hair Washing, Massage." Inside, dim red lights shone, and two or three women
sat . He locked his bike and went into one.
Pushing open the door, he saw two women sitting on the sofa, both heavily made up, their faces
pale , their lips looking as if smeared with blood. The older woman greeted him: "Brother, want
a massage?"
Da Niu, fiddling with the money in his pocket, replied: "I don't do massages. Do you allow sex here?"
The woman paused, then laughed: "Brother, is this your first time here?
I . We offer all kinds of services, including what you mentioned. Do you want a quickie or
an overnight stay?"
Da Niu was confused: "What do you mean by 'quickie' and 'overnight stay'?"
"A quickie is on the massage bed in the back of our building. It's guaranteed to be good, 100 yuan a time. An overnight stay means
you find a place to take me out, and you can have sex as many times as you want that night."
Da Niu pulled out 100 yuan and handed it to the woman: "I'll have sex here."
The woman beamed as she took the bill. "Brother, you can pay after you've done it, but since you're
so generous, I'll make sure you have a good time."
The woman led Da Niu to a back cubicle. Da Niu was about to unbuckle his belt when the woman smiled and pulled him to sit on
the small bed. "Brother, there's still time to play slowly, don't rush. Let me let you taste my skills first.
"
Da Niu sat on the bed, somewhat bewildered. The woman hugged his head and kissed his forehead,
while caressed his broad shoulders.
Da Niu felt a strong, intoxicating fragrance fill his nostrils—the woman's perfume
.
The woman gently pushed Da Niu down onto the bed, kissing his earlobe as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"Brother, if my skills are good, you'll have to come often!" she said.
Pulling open his shirt, she exclaimed, "What a strong body! Brother, have all the women you've slept with
felt amazing?"
Hearing her words, Da Niu felt a pang of jealousy. *I've never been with a woman before. You're the first
one .*
The woman took one of Da Niu's hands, which was beside him, and placed it on her breast: "Brother, don't be so reserved
. Now I'm your woman, you can do whatever you want."
Da Niu's hands touched the woman's soft breast. Hearing her words, he began to vigorously rub it through her clothes.
The woman, while unbuckling Da Niu's belt, giggled: "Brother, rub gently, it'll hurt if you rub too hard."
Da Niu obediently lessened the pressure of his rubbing, and placed his other hand on the woman's breast as well.
Holding it , Da Niu felt it was like two soft persimmons.
The woman pulled down Da Niu's underwear, his penis already hard as iron. She exclaimed again,
"Brother's penis is so big, no woman who's been with you can stand it."
Da Niu ignored her words, unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her bra, which only covered
most of her breasts, leaving some white flesh exposed. Da Niu swallowed hard, groping to
slip his hands inside the bra. He grabbed a handful, but it was like sand, slipping through his fingers.
The woman chuckled, "Big brother, you can take off my bra."
Da Niu frantically searched for the buttons to undo, but couldn't find them. In desperation, he grabbed the bra
and started pulling. The woman slapped Da Niu's penis, "Big brother, don't be so rough. I'll take it off myself so
you can touch it."
The woman reached behind her and moved a few times, and the bra fell off her body. A pair of white breasts
bounced slightly in front of Da Niu's eyes, each nipple like a date.
Looking at the breasts, Da Niu couldn't help but think of his mother's breasts. The woman's breasts were much smaller than his mother's,
but they seemed more perky.
Da Niu placed his hands on the woman's breasts again, kneading them like dough. The woman began to moan,
grasping Da Niu's penis and starting to stroke it up and down.
Da Niu felt that the hand rubbing his penis was much more comfortable than when he masturbated.
When he masturbated, he only focused on gripping tightly and speeding up, but the woman's hand gently gripped it, slowly moving up and down,
making his penis harder and harder.
Da Niu suddenly dragged the woman to lie down beside him, grabbed her pants and tried to untie them. The woman was wearing
jeans , which were tied very tightly around her legs. Da Niu was covered in sweat and could only pull the pants and underwear down to his thighs.
The woman had a lot of thick pubic hair, very much like his mother's pubic hair. The woman took off her pants herself, and she was completely naked .i=72>When Da Niu was in front of her, he didn't even bother to look at the woman's vagina anymore. He climbed onto the woman's body and shoved his rock-hard penis into her lower body, thrusting it around wildly. Several times, his penis slipped past a wet spot.

The woman reached out and grasped Da Niu's penis, guiding it to the wet spot he had just slid through. Da Niu
thrust hard inside, his penis sliding in through a small opening. It was warm and wet inside;
it felt like his penis was being stuffed into a tight little thermos. His penis was tightly enveloped by the flesh inside the vagina, and it felt like there was a soft lump of flesh at the tip of his penis, sucking on his glans
like a little mouth . Da Niu let out a long sigh of relief. Fucking was so pleasurable; no wonder so many people liked it. He felt like he had wasted the last thirty years of his life. The woman cried out as Da Niu penetrated her, then said softly, "Brother, your penis is the biggest I've ever had. You're amazing." Da Niu felt a surge of pride. The woman's submissiveness and constant praise made him feel like a man. His coworkers loved to talk about the compliments women gave him when they went to prostitutes, and many were envious. He awkwardly thrust his hips, using all his strength as if he were doing manual labor to begin thrusting into her vagina. The little hole was slippery, and Da Niu felt it wouldn't require much effort, yet he still used every ounce of his strength. Each time Da Niu thrust heavily into the woman, she let out a scream. Hearing this, Da Niu became more excited, his speed increased, and his force intensified. Soon, the woman's screams became hoarse. Da Niu felt a tingling sensation in his spine with each thrust. Within minutes, his entire body felt numb and cool, and his testicles tightened. Before Da Niu could even understand what was happening, he was already panting heavily, lying on top of the woman, ejaculating. His penis throbbed, and his semen gushed out. Da Niu felt as dizzy and lightheaded as if he had drunk too much alcohol , his body limp as he lay on top of the woman, wanting only to sleep. After a long time, Da Niu finally put on his pants. As he was about to leave, the woman grabbed him and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, you made me feel so good. Come back to see me next time!" Da Niu puffed out his chest, finally letting out a muffled "Mmm," and walked out of the small hair salon. Liu Cuicui hurried home with a gloomy face, feeling uneasy. Of the three paths she had planned, the first two were completely dead ends, and now only the third path still held some hope, but it was just a hope. She first went to Da Niu's uncles. Da Niu's uncles were quite welcoming to their sister-in-law. After she had smiled and chatted with them for a while, and then mentioned that she wanted to borrow some money for Da Niu to renovate his house and get married , Da Niu's uncles still smiled, but they didn't talk much. Instead, Da Niu's aunts became more talkative. Every family has its own troubles, and listening to her sisters-in-law's complaints, Liu Cuicui felt as if their lives were even more difficult than hers and Da Niu's. Liu Cuicui harbored resentment towards Da Niu's father. "Once you left, they no longer consider Da Niu a part of your family," she thought, "and they know there's no hope here. " Unable to borrow money from Da Niu's uncles, Liu Cuicui hesitated to return to her parents' home to ask. She carefully considered for several days how to broach the subject before finally taking two hundred yuan from her bedside table, buying some things, and heading back home . Her family members stopped her, asking all sorts of questions, including whether Da Niu had found a wife. Liu Cuicui thought to herself that her family was still the closest to her. She ate lunch at her eldest brother's house, and her fourth brother and sister-in-law also came over. At dinner she confidently told them she wanted to find Da Niu a wife and asked to borrow some money from them. The eldest brother and fourth brother both said that Da Niu was their nephew, no different from family. Logically, they should , but one family was planning to buy a house in the city, and another's son was planning to buy a car. They meant everyone wanted to help, but the timing was a bit off. They even suggested going to Da Niu's uncles' houses; if they couldn't raise enough, the two brothers would try to make up the difference. Liu Cuicui didn't want to tell her brothers that they couldn't borrow from Da Niu's uncles, afraid they'd find out Da Niu wasn't well-liked at home. On her way back from her parents' home, Liu Cuicui felt she had nowhere to confide her bitterness. Her family and in-laws all seemed to want to avoid knowing Da Niu and her son. Everyone was polite to her, but as soon as money was mentioned, they'd come up with countless excuses about not having any, just because they were worried she and her son wouldn't be able to repay. She felt like Da Niu and she were like weeds in a field, having to rely on themselves to survive. Thinking of Da Niu, Liu Cuicui felt a pang of anxiety. Da Niu had been acting strangely lately. While he used to be somewhat simple and honest, the two of them would always have a few words to say when they were together. Recently, however, Da Niu was like a silent gourd when he was with her, rarely speaking and often staring intently at her. That look reminded Liu Cuicui of Da Niu's father's eyes. When they first got married, Da Niu's father would only go to sleep after satisfying himself with her , and when he wanted something, he would look at her with that same gaze. Once, he felt so uncomfortable under Da Niu's gaze that he went to visit the neighbors. Da Niu would be twenty-nine next year, and it seemed the boy was longing for a woman. What boy of that age wasn't married Some children were already running around. Da Niu hadn't even touched a woman yet; it was truly a pity for the boy, and it was also his mother's fault for not being able to find him a wife. Thinking about Da Niu's gaze stirred up Liu Cuicui's deepest memories. Those were the most comfortable days Liu Cuicui had ever experienced. Every day, after finishing some light housework, she would chat with the neighbors, then cook dinner and wait for Da Niu's father to come home. After dinner, Da Niu's father would always eagerly pull Liu Cuicui to bed. On the bed, Da Niu's father seemed to have been idle all day, showing no signs of fatigue. Her slender, snow-white body was like a toy doll in Da Niu's dark, strong arms, being turned over and over . Da Niu's father would always suckle her nipple like a child, and she liked it when he did. Whenever this happened, she would reach out and touch Da Niu's father's head, her fingers combing his short hair. Da Niu's father's hands were covered in calluses, and when he touched her body, they felt a little rough, like a thorny cucumber. She liked those rough hands touching her body. Sometimes Da Niu's father would even touch her vagina with those hands, and the slightly prickly feeling made her uncontrollably aroused, wanting Da Niu's father's big penis to enter her. At that time, she and a few other young wives of similar age would sometimes talk about their men. Some said their men's penises were small. Liu Cuicui had never seen other men with big penises, but every time Da Niu's father entered her, she felt her vagina was filled very full, and then her vagina would keep flowing with fluid.

Her father's thrusts were particularly vigorous; each time he penetrated, he could squeeze out a little fluid. At first, neither of them had experience, and
every time they finished, the sheets would be soaked. The next day, Liu Cuicui would always take the sheets outside to dry, her face flushed.
After that, when they had sex, they would place a pile of toilet paper under Liu Cuicui's buttocks. Each time,
the toilet paper would be soaked with water and twisted grotesquely by Liu Cuicui's buttocks, sometimes making the sheets a little damp too.
But they didn't need to take them outside to dry. Only then did Liu Cuicui allow her father to indulge in his desires every night. "
What am I thinking? I'm over fifty years old! In other families, I could be taking care of my grandchildren! Why am I thinking such shameless
things?" Liu Cuicui blushed and scolded herself, but she still felt a little weak.
Liu Cuicui took note of this immediately, and one day she indeed found another book under Da Niu's pillow. The book was frayed at the edges
, and when she opened it, the pictures made Liu Cuicui blush and her heart race. The women in the pictures were shamelessly wearing bras and
panties . The bras only covered half of their breasts, and the panties looked like a few strings holding up a piece of cloth, barely
covering their genitals. Liu Cuicui thought that if she wore those panties, her pubic hair would definitely be showing.
She quickly stuffed the book back under Da Niu's pillow, but afterwards she paid attention to what Da Niu did in his room at night. One day
she pressed her ear to Da Niu's door and heard him breathing heavily and making other noises, just
like the breathing of Da Niu's father when he was having sex. Liu Cuicui realized that Da Niu was masturbating.
It was Da Niu's father who told her about masturbation. He said he
did it every day, and Liu Cuicui would laugh at him about how she managed before she married him. He explained that he relied on masturbation; every ten days or so, when
he couldn't hold back, he would masturbate, but it wasn't as pleasurable
as vaginal sex. He only masturbated when he absolutely had to; otherwise, he sometimes wanted to push young women down without thinking.
Hearing her son's voice, Liu Cuicui quietly returned to her room. Remembering Da Niu's father's words, she felt
a chill. Looking at Da Niu's eyes, she had no idea how much he thought about women.
She hoped he wouldn't rape a woman like his father said; that would land him in jail.
Lying in the darkness, Liu Cuicui thought for a long time. The next morning, she went to Xia Li Village. Granny Li in Xia Li Village was
a renowned matchmaker, known for her persuasive skills. Liu Cuicui knew her, brought some gifts, and told Granny Li
about Da Niu's desire to arrange a marriage.
When Liu Cuicui first married into the family, Granny Li was almost forty years old. She had watched Liu Cuicui
endure hardship all these years raising Da Niu alone, and she admired Liu Cuicui but also felt sorry for her.
"These days are really not good for matchmakers. I haven't actually arranged a marriage for anyone in years.
Most people only ask us matchmakers to propose after they've already settled things themselves. It's just following our old
traditions . Cuicui, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I really can't be sure about this. We've known each other for so many years,
and I won't lie to you."
Granny Li paused, as if thinking about what to say: "Well, Cuicui, your Daniu is a good
young man, honest and capable, but these days everyone cares about money. If you had about 150,000 yuan, you could
renovate your yard and make the house into a three-room house. Then, keep another 50,000 or 60,000 yuan on hand. With the dowry
and wedding banquet expenses, that would barely be enough. Tell me, how much do you have?"
Liu Cuicui was a little disappointed: "Auntie, to be honest, I only have 70,000 yuan. Even after renovating
the yard and house, it probably won't be enough."
Granny Li nodded: "What I just mentioned were the lower requirements. If the requirements are higher, even 150,000 yuan
wouldn't be enough, which makes it much more difficult. We can only act as matchmakers; whether the woman is willing or not depends on her consent. Ah,
you child, I've seen you endure so many years of hardship. I can't afford to help you financially, but I can at least try to
run around ask around to see if Da Niu is lucky enough to find a suitable girl."
After running around for so many days, Liu Cuicui finally heard something heartwarming. She grasped Grandma Li's hand:
"Auntie, it's all my fault. Da Niu is so old and still can't find a wife. It's because I, as his mother, don't have the money.
You're almost seventy, and you still have to run around like this. I really feel bad.
" "We're all from the same village, this is all I can help you with. But let me be clear, I
really don't have any guarantee. You should see if there are any other ways, like getting some money from relatives. If you can scrape together 150,000,
your auntie will run herself ragged to make this marriage happen."
"Sigh, I'll think of something else." Liu Cuicui's mouth tasted bitter.
Back home, Liu Cuicui flipped through her savings books again, counting the numbers several times: 71,800
. She was still 78,200 short of 150,000. Da Niu's
monthly only had about 1,000 left. It would take six years to save that much, and that's assuming they have work.
Liu Cuicui's mind drifted back to Da Niu's heavy breathing inside the house and his father's words. She felt that the sooner this matter
was resolved, the sooner her worries would be relieved. How could she increase her income? As she thought
about self-reproach. If Da Niu saved money on his own, it would be faster. She was dragging
along this old man, having to use part of Da Niu's earnings to feed herself; she was useless, a burden to Da Niu. A
thought began to form in Liu Cuicui's mind. If she could secure her own food and drink, she could save money faster,
and what if could even save some? She felt her mind starting to work.
She lived in the suburbs, where many people sold vegetables and fruits, but she wasn't cut out for that.
She run a business before, and what if she lost money? Besides, it seemed some people were using counterfeit money to cheat
these stalls, and she couldn't tell the difference between real and fake currency.
There were also older people working as sanitation workers sweeping the streets. They got up early every morning to sweep and could
go home by six or seven o'clock, without interfering with their housework. Liu Cuicui felt this was a suitable job for her, and she was quite pleased that
she had found a way to increase her income.
The next day, she got up very early and went to talk to the street sweepers, asking about their income and
how they got the jobs. Liu Cuicui came back and started calculating. She only needed to sweep from four to six in the morning
and then sweep again in the afternoon, earning six hundred yuan a month. If she was frugal,
she could save about 150,000 yuan in about three years. Liu Cuicui seemed to see Da Niu leading his wife and holding their child, and a
smile appeared on her face.
Liu Cuicui was busy looking around, spending more than a thousand yuan. After a month, she finally...
After becoming a sanitation worker, Liu Cuicui would sweep the streets before dawn and return home at six o'clock to do housework.
Although it was tiring, she always had a smile on her face. Da Niu tried to persuade her several times not to go, saying that she could
stay home and that his earnings from his job were enough to support both of them, but Liu Cuicui would just smile and not answer.
Despite her happiness, there were also things that bothered her. Sweeping the streets seemed to be frowned upon. Some people, seeing
them sweeping, would cover their noses and frown as they walked past, while others would impatiently tell them to wait
a while before continuing. Each time this happened, Liu Cuicui felt a pang of sadness. How could people live
such different lives when they were all the same? After a while, Liu Cuicui came to terms with it: it's all fate.
During this time, she carefully observed Da Niu. Every day when he came home, she would press her ear against the door to listen.
It seemed that Da Niu hadn't been masturbating much lately; in almost two months, she had only heard him masturbate twice. Liu Cuicui
felt relieved; it seemed that Da Niu wouldn't go astray.
"Child, just bear with it a little longer. In three years, I'll find you a wife. Then you
can , going all out for her. And it would be best if you gave me a grandson soon. Then
I'll have done right by you and your father in this life." In the darkness, Liu Cuicui's face was as red as an autumn persimmon, whether
from thinking of Da Niu's father's devotion or from thinking of Da Niu's life after he got married, she didn't know.
When she received her first month's wages, Liu Cuicui was overjoyed. Clutching the six red bills, she rushed
home. This month, Da Niu would receive his quarterly wages again. Plus, they had been
living frugally lately; she could probably save another hundred yuan from the box by the bedside. Liu Cuicui felt full of
inexhaustible energy.
When Liu Cuicui got home, Da Niu had just gotten up. Lately, the boy's gaze towards her hadn't been so strange; he
was chatting and laughing with her, and seemed more energetic than before. Liu Cuicui felt that once life got better, everything
would get , even Da Niu was much more cheerful than before.
After Da Niu ate his meal, he rode his bike to work. Liu Cuicui carefully clutched the six hundred yuan and returned to her
room . She took out the metal box where she kept her daily expenses, grabbed a handful of loose change and a hundred-yuan
note, and started counting. After counting once, she frowned; it seemed like a hundred yuan was missing. Liu Cuicui counted
again , but it still didn't seem right. She remembered the approximate amount of her expenses this month; how could a hundred yuan be missing?
Had she spent it when she went to work at the sanitation team last month? Liu Cuicui was a little unsure.
Liu Cuicui's good mood was ruined by this hundred yuan. She was a little restless all day
. When Da Niu came home in the evening, she casually asked him, "Why is there a hundred yuan missing from the change box?
Did you take it for some urgent need?"
Da Niu's face suddenly turned red. He silently ate his rice, then
stopped went back to his room. Liu Cuicui was a little confused. Was it really necessary for him to react
like that just because she asked him one question? It seemed that Da Niu really did take it, otherwise he wouldn't have kept quiet. She thought to herself that she had made things difficult for him
. A young man like him usually only had a few dozen yuan on him when he went out. No wonder he didn't want to associate with his coworkers.
She should try to persuade him. She saved her money to spend on him.
It wasn't a big deal for him to take a hundred yuan for an emergency. Liu Cuicui felt that the boy was too honest. If she didn't talk to him, he would keep it to himself and
think that spending a hundred yuan was a big deal.
After Liu Cuicui finished eating and tidying up, she knocked on Da Niu's door. The door opened after a moment, and Da Niu
turned around and sat back down on his bed. There was a chair in the room, but Liu Cuicui felt this was
a time for mother and son to have a heart-to-heart talk, so she sat on the bed instead.
"Da Niu, did you take that hundred yuan? Even if you did, it's not a big deal. We
earn money for you to spend, don't we? Your mother is so old, who knows when I'll be gone. I can't take a single penny
with me. I'm sorry, I can't earn as much money as other families. You're so old, it's not right for you to only carry a few dozen yuan
with you . From now on, carry more money with you, don't let people look down on you."
Da Niu's face flushed red again, but he remained silent.
"Look, Mom's joined the sanitation team now, and I can earn 600 yuan a month. Together, we can
earn 2,400 yuan a month. I calculated that in three years we can save 150,000 yuan. I went to Granny Li's
house, and she said that once we have 150,000 yuan, she'll definitely find you a husband."
Da Niu's face grew redder and redder, and tears seemed to be welling up in his eyes.
Liu Cuicui felt that this child was too honest and needed to be guided. With a smile, she
said, "Da Niu, don't make things difficult for yourself over that 100 yuan. You'll be getting paid for three months, right? This time
, you don't have to give it all to Mom. Keep 200 yuan for yourself. Sometimes when you're free, go out for a drink and chat with your
coworkers always stay here with Mom. What will you do if Mom dies?
"
Liu Cuicui felt increasingly strange. No matter how she tried to persuade her son, it had no effect. Instead, tears were really
welling up .
Da Niu choked up a little: "Mom, we've settled the wages, I didn't tell you."
Liu Cuicui was a little surprised, Da Niu always handed over his wages to her as soon as he got them: "Oh, then
keep two hundred yuan on you, just give me five thousand two."
Da Niu finally burst into tears: "Mom, there's only four thousand one in total."
Liu Cuicui was anxious for a while: "How can there only be four thousand one? Didn't you go to work every day this month
? Did your boss deduct your wages? Is he taking advantage of you because you're easy to bully? I'll go and reason with your boss tomorrow
, you can't just bully someone because they're honest."
"No, there was no deduction, it's five thousand four." Da Niu's eyes seemed to be avoiding her, Liu Cuicui could sense it.
"Then why did you say four thousand one? What about the rest of the money? Is it going to be paid together next quarter?" Liu
Cuicui was a little confused.
"No, it's all been given out."
"What about the 1300? Did you lend it to your coworkers? To your friends? What kind of life are we living now? We
can't just lend that money away like that! What if we can't get it back?" Liu Cuicui was getting angry.
Da Niu's tears streamed down his face, and he choked out, "Mom, I'm a beast! I spent all that money!
"i=70> Liu Cuicui thought about how she only earned 600 yuan a month sweeping the streets and suffering cold stares from others, and Da Niu suddenly...

Having spent 1300 yuan, Liu Cuicui's anger flared instantly: "How could you spend 1300 yuan? I sweep
the streets outside, braving wind and rain, getting up at three o'clock every day, and I only earn six hundred yuan a month. You just
spent 1300 yuan! Who am I working so hard for? For myself? Tell me, how could you spend 1300 yuan?
"
Liu Cuicui roared, hitting Da Niu repeatedly. She also felt that she hadn't given Da Niu enough pocket money before,
so today she had told him to keep two hundred yuan from his wages. But money shouldn't be spent like this!
Her family wasn't wealthy; how could they spend money so recklessly?
Besides, Da Niu had never spent money recklessly before. How could he be so bold this time?
He must have been led astray or cheated out of his money. Liu Cuicui felt she had to find out
how spent. She couldn't believe that Da Niu was such an ungrateful child.
"Then tell me, how did you spend so much money? Count it all out for me today." Liu
Cuicui felt a headache coming on, her head spinning.
Da Niu kept his head down, silent, letting Liu Cuicui twist his ear.
"You have to tell me clearly how you spent this money today, Da Niu's father! You left me such a
good- son! I worked so hard to save money for his wedding, getting up early and working late, and he just took the money and spent it
all! Da Niu's father, open your eyes and look at your good son!" Liu Cuicui cried, snot and tears streaming down her face.
Da Niu was also sobbing in a low voice, pounding his head with both hands.
Liu Cuicui felt a pang of heartache, but she felt this matter couldn't end so easily. She needed to
teach Da Niu a lesson, otherwise she would be letting Da Niu's father down if he went astray.
Hardening her heart, she said, "You must explain how you spent this money today, or you're forcing me
to see your father."
Da Niu could no longer control himself. He knelt before Liu Cuicui, banging his head against the ground repeatedly:
"Mom, I'm a beast, I don't deserve to be your son. I took all that money to the prostitutes at the hair salon."

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