Deserted city in the rain

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Chapter 1

It was May 15th, 1996, a day of exceptionally bright sunshine. As I entered Delingha, this desolate village, the village where I had lived for 24 years, everything before me seemed unreal…

My head throbbed. An old woman hobbled towards me, as if she were my mother, wasn't she? So much so, so familiar.

“How are things going with Chunmei?” she asked.

Who is Chunmei? Who is Chunmei?

My mother kept nagging about this family and that I was a good-for-nothing, and my headache grew worse.

Perhaps she was just a nagging woman. Her complaints dragged on for half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half…

I was so tired, I wanted to sleep. The sound waves from the television at top volume shook a stink bug off the speaker and onto the floor.

I said, “I want to sleep for a while.”

“What happened between you and Chunmei?” the questions continued.

“Nothing.”

Suddenly, something hit my head hard. A boy wearing a baseball cap appeared. “Brother, I'm sorry!” he said apologetically.

Blood kept flowing, drop by drop, a bone spur constantly protruding. Bubbles rose from the skull, one after another…

The television had been turned off sometime earlier. The room was quiet; I could hear the reptile struggling to turn over on the floor: “slap, slap.”

I went over and helped it turn over, then sat on the sofa next to the television, watching the large fish tank opposite.

How happy the fish were!

I couldn't help but drift into a daze.

A hoarse, pig-slaughtering voice shattered the silence: “Help…”

The goldfish were so cheerful, winking at me from among the water plants, blowing bubbles…

Xiao Er’s magnetic voice kept echoing in my ears: “Brother, I didn’t mean to, really not!…”

A wave of drowsiness washed over me. Where could I find a quiet place to lie down?

That magnetic voice had been playing for two hours, and perhaps it would continue…

I fell asleep.

The next morning, everyone in the village knew that Chunmei had vomited in my face at her doorstep, and the news was all over the place. All day long, the topic of conversation was the toad's overestimation of his abilities and how he deserved it. This incident brought life to the village. The toothless, seventy- or eighty-year-old woman, who hadn't been seen in public for a long time, reappeared on the street, clicking her tongue in amazement…

Chunmei's whereabouts remained unknown, not even to her parents.

But this didn't seem to be a topic of conversation; the fact that Chunmei was in love with a southerner and was planning to elope seemed to be an open secret in the village.

After searching the town for three days, her parents gave up and accepted the arrangement.

Chapter Two
Night fell quickly, and that night I came to the depths of the desolate forest at the village entrance—a place that belonged to me.

Under the fork of that locust tree, a face smiled at me; it was a woman's head. She had very beautiful, small lips, or rather, cherry lips. Yes, it was that small mouth that had vomited in my face yesterday.

This face, which I had styled into a smile, was indeed worth admiring again. So I removed her head. The blood had drained away, and the opening in her throat was clean. I tried to insert my penis, but the opening was clearly too narrow, so I cut it off. Everything became much more comfortable. Soon, I could see the semen slowly flowing from her mouth…

the elastic muscles of her throat were so alluring. What a beautiful sight it was when yellow urine gushed from her cherry-like mouth!

My conclusion was that this woman had a wonderful throat: the flesh was so elastic! I stared at her lips, and from outside her mouth, I could clearly see my black penis inside. Yesterday, it was these lips that said I would never touch her body. Ah! Women, long hair, short wit.

I pulled her body out of the firewood; her throat was still bleeding: black blood was flowing out. I quickly entered her body, once in her vagina and once in her anus. But there was no pleasure whatsoever, only the hard, stiff muscles making my penis ache. So I urinated into her anus and then sealed the opening with a bamboo tube and weeds.

Watching the arm-thick bamboo tube enter her body from below and then exit through her throat felt really good, even though it wasn't an easy task. But when I saw a thick bamboo shoot grow from that triangular patch of black grass, I felt like an old farmer seeing a bountiful harvest: a simple, satisfied expression on my face…

A series of screams disrupted my thoughts. I saw a woman carrying firewood, staring at everything before her, shouting as if she'd gone mad.

This village girl, around forty years old, was pale and her teeth chattered: "You…you…you…you…"

I was pleased to hear her words and waited for her to continue.

But an hour and a half passed, and she didn't utter another word, which was truly disappointing. Especially when I saw the excrement slowly seeping from her trouser legs, I understood even more clearly that this effort was futile.

There was no way. I could only drag the woman to Chunmei's side and help her remove the firewood from her body, but I couldn't expect her gratitude: firstly, because her excrement was increasing—but that wasn't a problem: she would absorb it back into her stomach later; and most importantly, because her fingers had already scratched or were scratching my face.

Her body was convulsing violently, she was desperately cursing, but she didn't move an inch—she lay there paralyzed. Like someone who had drunk a lot of cola, her mouth was bubbling with white foam.

Because Chunmei's unlubricated body cavity was still making my penis throb, the white foam from the village girl's mouth was incredibly attractive to me, so I shoved it in, but soon I realized this bitch had bitten it.

This mouth, capable of only uttering one word, naturally didn't have much strength; I didn't feel pain, but rather pleasure. So I thrust it in again.

She dodged left and right, and I couldn't get in, so I picked up a bamboo strip and stuck it into her ear. This opened her mouth with a rare howl, making entry into her mouth much easier.

Even half an hour later, when I pulled my penis out of her mouth, her screams and mouth movements remained perfectly synchronized. This woman amazed me: she's something else.

But I forcefully closed her mouth so that every drop of urine I released as I left her mouth would reach her stomach.

I really hoped that when she cleaned up her mess, she would still surprise me.

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