(Repost) [Me and My Mother], also known as [The Legend of the Seal], by Qigong Master

The story begins many years ago in a small village in a remote mountainous area.

According to records, this village was established by a Li clan that migrated there during the Ming Dynasty; hence the name, Li Village (meaning "Li Village"). When I was
a child I heard elders mention it, some even saying it was descended from Li Shimin (Emperor Taizong of Tang), and I believed
it then, feeling a touch of nobility in myself. But after reading several general histories as an adult, I immediately scoffed at this claim. Perhaps it's
because my surname isn't Li.

These five villages are scattered among the mountains near the border, with extremely poor transportation. A dirt road wasn't built until
the Republican era, but it was later destroyed by war and only patched up repeatedly. As the
saying goes, "Where there's a road, there's wealth," and the village remained impoverished for many years.

I remember I was 15 years old that year, in my third year of junior high school.

Due to my family background, I was more mature than my peers. My father
left , working odd jobs in nearby cities and rarely returning home. My mother
was somewhat educated, a dancer by training, and worked for a theater troupe in the city for many years. She was also rarely home, sometimes only going on
tours and disappearing for months at a time. I was raised by my grandparents.

After a major argument, my father returned home to start his own business, building a pig farm; my mother
left the theater troupe and became a teacher at my school, teaching Chinese.

That year was a pivotal year in my life. That spring, disaster struck our family. My father
was first administratively detained for gambling, and later arrested for illegal fundraising. I hadn't seen him for several days.
He spent all his time at the pig farm, supposedly taking care of the piglets, rarely coming home. But it wasn't just our family who knew;
many people in the village knew that our pig farm was a gambling den, where several people from neighboring villages with spare cash often gathered to
gamble.

My mother is a very upright person, usually quite serious and earnest, but deep down she has a very fiery temper, which has caused her
and my father to have several major arguments. Each time, a large crowd would gather around the house, with relatives and friends trying to dissuade them.
Compared to my father, who dropped out of junior high school and started working in society, my mother had a few more years of education and
considered herself . She was thin-skinned and couldn't pull off the typical dramatic displays of emotion. When my grandparents appeared and knelt down in public, she had no choice
but to give in. After this happened several times, even I got used to it, let alone my easygoing father.

So this ordeal wasn't preordained; it was simply the cycle of cause and effect.

My father's situation drove the whole family into a frenzy. My grandfather tried to pull strings everywhere, but eventually received
the news that the person primarily responsible had fled, and the burden naturally fell on my father's shoulders. As for the sentence, it would depend on "
how much property loss he could recover for the people."

"It's just bad luck to be caught in the crackdown"—it wasn't until I went to university that I learned about the new
round of , and my father was a direct victim of this policy. My father hadn't
made much money running his pig farm for several years, and with his spending on food, drink, gambling (I don't know if he actually went to prostitutes), there was hardly anything left. The family savings, my
grandparents savings, the proceeds from selling their house (a two-bedroom apartment in the city and a house on the land), the proceeds from selling pigs, the proceeds from selling grain,
and even scrap metal from the paper mill—they scrapped everything they could, but there was still a shortfall of 60,000 yuan. At that time, my maternal grandmother was hospitalized with diabetes, and my maternal grandfather
still contributed 15,000 yuan. Relatives and friends, through donations and loans, made up the remaining 25,000 yuan, but there was still a 20,000
yuan shortfall. Don't underestimate this small amount after paying nearly 100,000 yuan; it was the straw that broke the camel's back. All the money they had sold and borrowed was basically
the wealth accumulated from my grandfather's generation, and now it was all gone. For my mother, whose
monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan at the time, this was undoubtedly a huge sum.

Besides, this was just buying a peanut to redeem my father's life; how long he would have to serve his sentence was still unknown.

"Creditors" would frequently come to the house, sitting there all day. Some would just sit there, others would hurl insults. My grandmother
cried all day, saying it was all her fault for spoiling the child. My grandfather remained silent, just puffing on his old
pipe. He had been a capable man in his youth, with many connections, but after this family tragedy, he found few people willing
to lend him money. My mother was constantly running around dealing with this, still having to teach, and when she came home, she had a stern face, saying that Yan
Heping had only himself to blame.

Yan Heping was my father; my mother's surname was Zhang, and her given name was Fenglan; my name was Yan Lin, and I had a younger sister,
Yan Shuya .

The calmest person in the family was actually me. Faced with such a huge change, I didn't even cry once.
I knew very well that in this kind of situation, a teenager like me couldn't help much;
simply keeping quiet was the biggest help I could offer. The most embarrassing thing was being pointed at and gossiped about in the village.

Moreover, my relationship with my father had never been good. Ever since I was old enough to understand, he was always out and about, claiming
he was trying to make something of himself, but I knew in my heart that he had basically accomplished nothing. Any spare money he had was spent
on socializing with friends. In reality, he was a failure as both a father and a husband.
I don't know how my mother, with such good qualities, could have been so blind as to marry him.

On weekdays, he would only ask me a few routine questions, like how my studies
were going , and then he wouldn't care how I answered. He would also habitually lecture me to be good, to study hard, and to help
my mother more, as if I were the head of the household.

But he wasn't born heartless—my father was incredibly good to Shuya. It was a
genuine heartfelt kind of goodness. So, while I was indifferent, my sister often cried her eyes out.

A new teacher arrived at the school then. He was the husband of Ms. Chen Xifeng, a good friend of my mother's at the school. He taught geography
and also coached physical education. Ms. Chen was from a big city in northern China and had come here as a volunteer teacher. I heard she had applied herself
and was an extremely kind-hearted person. Her husband, Mr. Xu Weimin, was worried about her and quit his job to come
here . At his urging, I joined the school's track and field team, and I had to be at school for training every morning at 5:30.
My mother would get up around 4:00, make me breakfast, and then go back to sleep.

One day, I hurriedly finished breakfast and was cycling almost to the village entrance when I realized I had forgotten my knee pads. For safety,
the coach required knee pads to be worn during weighted squats.

There was still time, so I rushed home. I could see the kitchen light was still on in the distance, but when I got to the front door, I
realized it was bolted from the inside. This was strange; usually, after opening the door in the morning, unless everyone had left,
the door wouldn't be bolted before going to bed. I didn't think much of it at the time, so I knocked on the door and called out "Mom" a few times, but...
After waiting for quite a while, I was getting a little impatient when my mother finally opened the door and asked why I was back again.
I said I forgot my knee pads and then asked why the kitchen light was still on; I had turned it off when I left.

At that moment, a man came out of the kitchen, with a large belly, small eyes, and a big mouth—an unremarkable-looking man. It was my mother
's sister's husband, my uncle, Lu Yongping. I didn't think much of it at the time, greeted him, grabbed my knee pads,
and left .

Speaking of this uncle, he wasn't good-looking, but in our mountain area, he was a remarkable
figure. He was our village secretary, and his family was very wealthy. He had leased the entire mountain valley behind our village to grow medicinal herbs, and he owned two hotels in
the county town (the only two in the county town), as well as seven or eight other miscellaneous businesses
. He was the first to own a car, and his house was the tallest in the village. It was all of this that allowed him, a toad,
to actually eat swan meat—marrying my aunt, who had a celebrity-like face and figure, despite his good looks.

I heard from relatives that my uncle not only runs a large business, but also has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. He has extensive networks and
can find people to pull strings in the province and city, making him a powerful figure in the county town. His influence in these remote villages
is even greater.

His visit to our house now is undoubtedly to discuss my father's situation. Since my father's accident
, fewer relatives and friends have visited; before, our house was always full of guests. My uncle was a frequent visitor, and I heard he often goes to the pig farm.
To be honest, my mother doesn't think highly of him. I heard she was against my sister marrying him and now she often scolds
my father for associating with this Lu Yongping. It's rare for him to come to our house at this time.

However, at this critical juncture, this relative is the only one who can help us. My grandmother said that after my father's
accident, my uncle took the lion's share of the borrowed money.

A few days later was May Day, and the five-day county sports meet was held at our middle school. Middle
school students from all the surrounding villages and towns flocked to our school, with vendors selling food, toys, and all sorts of other things—it was quite a lively scene.

I specialize in middle-distance and long-distance running, and my coach signed me up for the 800m and 1500m races. The school playground was packed with people.
City leaders were there too, along with the director of the education commission, the principal, representatives of the coaching team, sponsors, and so on—one after another, they took turns speaking
, their speeches seemingly endless. This was the first time in my life I had participated in such a large-scale group event,
and also the longest opening ceremony I had ever witnessed. The sun was blazing, and we were all wilting on the lawn
. When the competition started, I was still in a daze. My coach hurriedly found me and said to get ready; we would compete in
both events .

I asked why, saying it would be exhausting. The coach explained that the organizing committee had decided to move the "100-meter sprint" before
the closing ceremony , and the 1500m race, originally scheduled for the afternoon, was moved to the morning. There was no other way but to grit my teeth and keep running
.

I drank some glucose and ran the 800m preliminary race, finishing second in my group, which wasn't bad. After resting for an hour, I
ran the 1500m, which was much easier than I expected. A female teacher from another grade took us to the teaching building
to wash our faces and then took us out for a meal. I remember it clearly: beef knife-cut noodles. I ate a huge
bowl still wasn't full.

After lunch, I returned to school, and the results were already out. I made it to the finals in both events. The coach praised me and told
me to rest well and wait for the "final battle" the next afternoon.

After that, it was quite boring. Apart from the athletes and cheerleaders, there weren't many familiar classmates around. I vaguely remember
running to the gymnasium to play basketball for a while, but I was having a great time when some high school students chased me away. So I decided
to go home . In the parking lot, I saw Bing Jie from Class 3. She was leaning against the fence chatting with a few boys, including
Wang Weichao from the track and field team. Wang Weichao and I are best friends, we've known each other since childhood, but seeing him with Bing Jie, I
felt no urge to say

hello. As I
passed I rode as fast as I could, thinking about Bing Jie's ponytail swaying behind her as she walked, and the faint
color of her bra peeking through her thin t-shirt, I felt both excited and melancholic.

I'd had a crush on her for over a year.

Bing Jie was the class beauty, or even the school beauty. There were others prettier than her, but only she had
a foxy face, alluring eyes, and a captivating smile—the kind of seductive vixen who could set you ablaze just by looking at her. And
I don't know what she ate to grow up like that, but she was not only tall and slender, but also had a petite and curvaceous figure. Although she was only about the size of a large bowl, her figure
was noticeably larger than the flat-chested girls in her grade.

She was the dream girl of most of the boys in our school, at least that's what I thought. But in the past two years,
many boys have chatted and boasted around her, but I've never seen her hold hands with any of them. She's alluring,
but like a rose, beautiful and delicate, yet covered in thorns.

When I got home, the front door was locked. I hadn't brought the key because I was going to the sports meet.
I stood against the wall for a while, then decided to try the neighbor's house. The house next door used to belong to our family, but it was
recently sold because of my father's accident. It cost 70,000 yuan to build, and we sold it for 40,000 yuan. However, the buyer wasn't in a hurry to move
in, so my grandparents were still living there temporarily. Since my father's accident, my grandfather's health has deteriorated significantly. Coupled with his chronic
high blood pressure and bronchitis, he couldn't even get out of bed a couple of days ago. He must have taken advantage of the holiday to
go to the doctor with my mother.

There's a Chinese toon tree on the east side of the neighbor's house; I've climbed up and down it countless times. Knowing the way well, I quickly climbed
the main trunk and scaled the branches to the roof of the kitchen. This kitchen was built right next to my house, with a door leading through
it, but it was later sold and sealed off. A ladder stood on the edge of the roof, covered with broken furniture and miscellaneous items
, all covered with nylon cloth. I bypassed the clutter, lightly jumped onto my second-floor terrace, and darted
into my house. My sister and I both lived on the second floor; her apartment was next door. Several
potted plants , neglected lately, their soil cracked. I took out my penis and peed in the pot
before going downstairs, satisfied. I was about to get something to eat in the kitchen when I heard a strange sound as I rounded the stairs.

It was a man's panting, heavy breathing, like an old ox. My first thought was that my father
had escaped! I even wondered if he was injured and needed bandages like in the movies.
Clearly, the sound was coming from my parents' bedroom. Just as I was wondering what to do, a loud slap
sounded, like a hand hitting flesh, followed by a woman's low moan. It was muffled, like being stuffed in a sack.
Yet, there was an indescribable feeling, making my face flush and my heart race. Although I was inexperienced, I wasn't stupid. Thinking of
the pornographic films I'd watched in video arcades, my mind went blank.

I tiptoed closer to the window, making the sounds much louder and more varied. Besides the man's panting,
there were the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the creaking of the bed. Taking a deep breath, I cautiously peeked out. The curtains
weren't fully drawn, revealing a corner of the room. The first thing I saw was two buttocks, the upper one dark and plump, the lower
one snow-white and tender. As if drawn by a magnet, my gaze instinctively focused on one of them.
Although the curtains were drawn, the light was on inside, and I could see it very clearly: a thick, black thing, gleaming white,
was moving in and out between a mound of reddish-brown flesh, connecting the two buttocks into one. Each time the black thing went all the way in, with
a slap, the large white buttocks trembled like jelly. I stared, dumbfounded. Those tufts of glossy black hair,
glistening with moisture, and the bright red folds of flesh, were like a dream from last night, or like the fiery clouds of sunset—so distant, yet
undeniably close. The man stood with his legs spread apart, his hands braced on
the bed, his short, stout body and dark, gleaming spine a stark contrast to his slender arms gripping the edge of the bed. His long, full, white legs were slightly bent, his toes twitching restlessly. I couldn't see their
faces, but I knew that the man with the crew cut was my uncle, Lu Yongping, and the woman beneath him was my mother.

A thunderbolt struck from a clear sky, and my head inexplicably began to buzz. I often saw this kind of scene in
movies , where I'd watch and curse the adulterous couple, while simultaneously fantasizing
about the male lead and the female lead being one of my aunts or grandmothers. But now, seeing it
myself , I was stunned by the sight. I couldn't move, I even felt like I couldn't breathe.

My mother lay on the bed, her face turned to the side, her expression hidden, only the occasional short moan
escaping . Unlike what I'd seen in the video arcade, the two weren't
entangled in a passionate embrace; it was simply my uncle thrusting, pounding into my mother again and again.

Finally managing to look away, I slid down the wall to the floor, the scorching sunlight making me
dizzy , wondering if I'd just suffered heatstroke and was hallucinating. But
the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh continued to echo from behind me. A wave of panic washed over me; I just wanted to get away from this place. I got
up and carefully climbed the stairs, accidentally kicking a porcelain bowl. It contained some garlic sprouts, usually
kept in the stairwell, never seeming to get in the way.

Today, however, it had proven its worth, tumbling down the stairs and shattering into seven or eight pieces on the floor. I
froze for a moment, then, like a cat with its fur standing on end, I turned and sprinted upstairs. Using both hands and feet, I leaped down from the balcony in a few bounds and darted to my
grandmother's house. I hid among the clutter piled on the kitchen roof, peering through the gaps into my house. Soon,
someone came upstairs—it was my uncle, Lu Yongping.

He looked around and softly called out, "Xiaolin." When no one answered, he raised his voice and called again, "Linlin."

A moment later, my mother came up too. She, who had been naked just moments before, was now wearing a floral dress, her hair in a ponytail.
Her usually meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, many strands clinging to her forehead with sweat . 　　The dress was clearly a makeshift garment, because her full breasts were swaying inside, their movements clearly visible even through the gaps. 　　This shattered my last remaining illusion: that woman, that woman with her legs spread wide, being fucked, was my mother. My uncle put his arm around my mother's shoulder and whispered something. My mother looked flustered and impatiently tried to push him away, but he persisted. Suddenly, he reached for my mother's breasts and began to fondle them in the open sunlight. I vaguely heard my mother whisper, "Are you crazy! If someone sees me..." 　　My mother struggled a few times, even raising her hand in anger to slap my uncle, but he grabbed her wrist, whispered something in her ear, and then she stopped struggling. She lowered her head , and my uncle, fondling her buttocks and holding her, led her downstairs. 　　About ten minutes later, when my heart had calmed down a bit, I tiptoed out from the pile of clutter . I didn't dare go over, but the two houses were separated by only one wall, and my mother's room was right next to that wall. I climbed the edge, and from the window of the opposite house, I could vaguely hear the sounds of flesh colliding, mixed with a suppressed moan. 　　My mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, like the state of being possessed by a demon in a martial arts novel, wanting to move but unable to, the more I couldn't move, the more I wanted to move. 　　I huddled in the shadows, thinking of my father in the cell, my elderly grandparents, and the competition . An unprecedented fear engulfed me. 　　I wandered around outside until seven or eight o'clock before nervously returning home. I went to my grandmother's house first. She said, "Hey, your mother has been looking for you everywhere. Where did you go?" I stammered, finally saying, "I'm starving, I haven't eaten yet." My grandmother went to heat up some porridge, and I grabbed a cold steamed bun and started eating. After the corn porridge was heated up, my grandmother fried two eggs . Before I could even open my mouth to eat, my grandfather came back with my mother; my sister wasn't with them. 　　Grandpa lifted the curtain and said, "Where have you been, you little rascal? You've made the whole family look for you!" I chewed on a cold steamed bun, stammering and making up excuses, saying I'd been playing outside with classmates and lost track of time. 　　I don't know why I made up those excuses; it wasn't me who did anything wrong, so why should I cover it up? 　　During that time, I secretly glanced at my mother. 　　She was expressionless, but she clearly blinked the moment our eyes met. While I was eating, the three of them chatted. First, they talked about Grandpa's illness, then about the wheat harvest this year, and finally about my father. My mother said not to worry, the remaining 40,000 yuan had been raised. Grandpa tapped his pipe and asked, "Where did you get it?" My mother said, "I borrowed 5,000 from a colleague, and the remaining 35,000 yuan came from my brother-in-law in Xishuitun." Grandpa snorted coldly , spitting out thick phlegm, and said, "That bastard Lu Yongping, it's all his fault! Wasn't that boss he brought here?!" Grandma didn't say anything, but started wiping away tears again. 　　Suddenly, I flew into a rage, slammed down my chopsticks, jumped up, and roared, "Damn it, I'm going to kill this bastard !" All three of us were stunned. No one expected me to do something like that, not even myself. 　　Grandma reacted the fastest, coming over to hug me and saying, "My silly boy." Grandpa said, "Look..."

"Look at what you're saying! He's still your uncle-in-law." Mother sat upright on the sofa, not saying a word.

"I was just saying that in anger. To be fair, this is all Heping's own doing. Sigh... He
told about it, and I really should have talked to him properly then," Grandpa said, tears welling up in his eyes. "You can't blame your uncle-in-law.
Besides, if it weren't for his help, things would have been even more complicated."

Everyone started to comfort Grandpa, telling him not to be too upset, but I found that the fear and anxiety in my heart suddenly disappeared after
that outburst. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Only deep inside, even before I, the master of my heart, understood that everything was irreversible.

I woke up at 5 a.m. and couldn't fall back asleep. Last night I had a dream, or rather,
a replay of what happened during the day, only this time the uncle was replaced by me… When I woke up, the
image of my mother's reddish-brown flesh between her legs kept flashing through my mind, along with the fluid that came out during her thrusting. Actually, I didn't
see it very clearly , but I felt that was it.

I felt my penis was hard, and I felt even more agitated.

After a while, my mother asked me what time I was getting up, since there was a competition in the morning. I didn't answer, just stared blankly at
the ceiling . My mother asked twice more, and when I didn't respond, she opened the door. I quickly closed my eyes. My mother
knocked on the door and said, "Stop pretending, there's still the sports meet, get up! You're so old, why are you still lying in bed?"

My mother's tone was normal, nonchalant.

I said, "The competition doesn't start until 8 o'clock, there's still a long way to go." I lingered in bed until 6:30 before getting up. It
was already bright outside.

Downstairs, my younger sister had just finished breakfast, her ponytail, similar to Bing Jie's, swaying as she put on
her schoolbag . After putting it on, she made a face at me, yelled "Lazybones!" and ran off.
I was distracted and didn't reply, only giving a vague "hmm."

On the table were the usual three dishes: fried dough sticks, rice porridge, and cucumber salad.

I washed my face and was about to eat when my uncle arrived. Before I saw him, I heard his voice: "Xiao Lin, you have a competition
today right?" I wanted to reply, but found myself with a lump in my throat, unable to utter a single word
. I could only continue eating my porridge, ignoring him. My uncle smiled and sat down next to me, lighting a cigarette. After
a while, he said, "Xiao Lin, I know it was you yesterday."

I pretended to be clueless and said, "What yesterday?" He said, "Hehe, I saw your bike, forgot?"
Then I remembered that he had run away yesterday, leaving his bicycle at the doorstep. Now, through the green curtain, I could
vaguely see it planted in the yard.

"I moved it next door for you, your mother doesn't know."

I said angrily, biting into the cucumber with a loud crunch. My uncle patted my hand, sighed, and said, "I said it
was the cat that did it, don't blame your uncle, Xiaolin, things are complicated here, you don't understand..."

"I understand."

I interrupted him, and he chuckled, continuing, "Don't blame your mother either, you
know your father's situation, he's lost hundreds of thousands of yuan all at once, who knows when he'll be able to pay it back. I said I
lent him the money, but it was really just a gift, who expects it to be paid back?"

I put down my chopsticks and said, "Wasn't this boss someone you brought here?" My uncle was stunned for a moment, and seeing his
stunned look, he didn't seem to be faking it: "Who are you listening to gossip about?" I picked up another fried dough stick, chewed it, and
stopped talking. Lu Yongping slammed his hand on the table: "It's true that I brought this guy surnamed Shi here, but I brought him here to play cards.
I didn't set up any companies, invest for dividends, or engage in usury, right? How can you blame me for this?" I said:
"Everyone else invested money, why didn't you?" My uncle said: "What do you mean I didn't? I invested 10,000?! Your
dad made me invest, and I only did it because he told me to. I'm still suffering in silence over that money, I can't even complain, I'll just consider it a waste
." I snorted and continued chewing my cucumber.

After a while of complaining, my uncle quickly put on a smiling face again: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I didn't do
a good job of keeping an eye on things for your dad. But we'll figure something out, right? We'll figure something out to get my brother Heping out of trouble,
okay ?"

Now that I think about it, my uncle was quite a formidable character. He had a terrible reputation in the village, and he usually kept a group of
thugs under his wing who bullied the villagers. He was a veritable "village tyrant." But this village bully remained at large,
even being elected village party secretary. His corrupt practices—extortion, bribery, and embezzlement—were notorious far and wide. People
frequently complained to the township and county authorities, and investigators came and went, but my uncle remained unscathed.

"I don't care," I said, putting down my chopsticks. "If you're done, I'll be going." He quickly grabbed
me. "Don't rush, Xiaolin, your uncle wants to discuss something with you." I looked at him without speaking. He continued, "You can't talk about what happened
yesterday It doesn't matter that your uncle is old and ugly, but you can't ruin your mother's reputation."

"Pah! You did it, so why are you afraid of gossip?" I stood up, as if to leave, but he
grabbed . "Your uncle trusts you, he's your nephew. But you're still growing, and you train a lot,
so you need to make sure you get enough nutrition."

I didn't understand what he meant. As he spoke, he pulled four hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into my hand. This
caught me completely off guard, and I was momentarily stunned. My uncle chuckled slyly, "Take it, my dear nephew. We're all
family . If you need anything in the future, just tell your uncle." I hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

Don't blame me for being spineless; you don't know what four hundred yuan meant in those days. Back then,
working in a factory in the county, that was about the same amount a month. And for a student, that amount of money represented countless
possibilities .

It was practically a fortune!

But I couldn't just take the money like that, so I glared at him fiercely and said, "I'm not doing this for
you, it's for my mom!" before putting the money in my pocket.

My uncle grinned, repeating "I know, I understand, I get it."

Coming out with my uncle, we ran into my mother at the gate. My uncle, with his sly smile, said, "
Sister Lan , I have some important things to discuss with you." My mother replied casually, "I was just away for a moment. Come in and sit down
." Then she turned to me and told me to drive carefully.

My mother's expression was calm, almost as usual. If I hadn't witnessed her and my uncle's shameful affair yesterday, I
would have been completely fooled. What kind of nonsense is this! Worthy of you rushing over so early in the morning!

I nodded in response to my mother's words, pushed my bike out, and stepped on my uncle's foot as I passed him. He
didn't yell, but laughed, "Never mind, I just got a call, something came up, let's do it another day."

"Take care then, I won't see you off," my mother said calmly again.

I didn't say anything, stood at the door for a while, and only got on my bike after Lu Yongping had gone far away.

I ran into some classmates on the way, and we went to the pool hall to play for a while. One of them asked about my father,
which annoyed me, so I rode my bike to the No. 1 Middle School. After riding around the playground a couple of times, it was time for dinner. I
ate with the rest of the group, rested for a while at the gymnasium, and then the competition started. Today it was the 800m, and
there were 16 people who qualified, divided into two groups. I ran Group B and came in second. Half an hour later, the results came out, and I
came in third place, just shy of the bottom.

When I got home that evening, my mother had already prepared dinner. She asked me how my results were, and I said casually, "Not bad." My mother
nodded but didn't say anything more. The silence during the meal was terrifying; thankfully, the TV was on. After finishing, I
was about to leave when my mother called me back, "Linlin." I said, "What is it?" My mother said, "Congratulations on winning the award."
"Yeah," I replied without a word and went straight to my room.

For years, my mother and I have always interacted like this, rarely saying anything intimate. A few years ago, she
was extremely strict with me, and I often got a beating with a feather duster for various misdeeds. But in recent years, I don't know if she's tired of hitting me
or has given up on me, but she hasn't hit me anymore. According to my grandfather, I've grown up, and he's afraid of hurting
my self-esteem.

I seem to have really grown up; I'm not as reckless as before, and I haven't caused any more
trouble. Although I still skip school and occasionally get into fights, nothing too serious.

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, opening and closing that Sherlock Holmes book several times, but I just
couldn't get into it. My mind was filled with images of my mother lying naked on the bed, legs spread, being violated. Those images
shrouded my head like a persistent cloud of smoke.

I got out of bed and looked out the window. Only one lamp was on in the yard.

I closed the window, bolted it, drew the curtains, and locked the door. After taking these safety precautions, I
returned to the bed, lay down on the floor, and pushed aside the two boxes of miscellaneous items under the bed. Then I pulled out a small
wooden box .

The wooden box was full of books and odds and ends. After clearing away the miscellaneous items, there was another small wooden box inside.
I opened the small wooden box and found a pair of pure white, lace-trimmed, embroidered underwear.

The underwear belonged to my mother. She had just changed it and thrown it into the washbasin not long ago. Now, I
picked it up gently sniffed it. Apart from the fishy smell of my own dried semen on it, even
after more than a year, I could still almost smell my mother's fragrant body scent.

I pulled down my pants, my penis already erect and pointing skyward. This little brother of mine had always been my pride and joy
. Whenever I peed with my friends on the roadside, their envious glances filled me with immense
satisfaction. I wrapped the crotch of my mother's underwear around the large mushroom head of my penis, fantasizing about inserting
myself into my mother's rosy-red vagina, and began to masturbate back and forth.

In the past, most of my fantasies came from those foreign women on TV in video arcades, but now, the images in my imagination
were crystal clear . Before long, I had added more of my marks to that underwear.

The third morning was the 1500m final. I ran as fast as I could, and accidentally won the
championship . The coach hugged me tightly, as if he had won the award himself. Everyone congratulated me,
making me very embarrassed. The coach asked me to say a few words. I couldn't utter a single word for a long time. Finally, I saw Bing
Jie standing in the crowd, and I immediately felt energized again.

Only my younger sister, Yan Shuya, and her classmates were whispering amongst themselves, not
uttering a single kind word for me, their older brother. But I didn't mind.

I don't know why, but my relationship with this sister isn't even as close as with my usual friends.
We're like we're born incompatible, our personalities completely different. I'm wild, she's quiet; I'm closer to our
mother, she's closer to our father; we almost always seem to be at odds.

If there's anything in common, it's that we both developed better than average, standing out
in . That's probably related to genetics.

That evening, my mother was very happy, unlike the few light, flattering words she'd uttered the day before; her smile was genuine.
She cooked several dishes and called my grandparents over to eat together. Grandma sighed and said, "Linlin is definitely better than
Heping." Grandpa quickly scolded Grandma for saying such things. Grandma said, "My son, I wonder when I'll be able to see
him again." Her voice trembled with emotion. Grandpa said he had just asked around and the trial date had been set;
we'd receive the court summons after the May Day holiday. Then he told me, "Linlin, don't worry, as long as the funds raised are
returned there won't be any major problems." My mother didn't say a word throughout the whole process. I just buried myself in my work. My sister's eyes
started to redden again, but she never participated in such topics.

The dinner that was supposed to celebrate my victory turned into a somber affair; I felt quite uneasy.

The closing ceremony was held on the afternoon of May 5th, with the sponsors personally presenting the awards. Like a production team receiving pork, I received
two medals and two certificates. That evening, the school held a celebratory banquet, treating the entire track and field team to a meal; most of the school
leaders were also present. There were endless speeches again, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I secretly slipped away. With money in my pocket
, I didn't care about that anymore. I grilled some spicy skewers on the way home, eating them as I hurried. When I arrived at the door,
it was locked, and I immediately had a bad feeling. I took out my keys and opened the door. The house was dark, with only a faint pink light coming from my parents'
bedroom . I went straight into the kitchen, looked around but couldn't find anything to eat,
so I made
myself like a complete idiot, suspecting my neighbor of stealing my axe.

Just as I was finishing the noodles, I heard a noise outside. The slow, deliberate footsteps made my heart sink. My uncle
lifted the curtain and walked in, his large belly protruding.

Seeing me in the kitchen, he didn't seem surprised at all. He smiled and said, "Oh, Xiaolin, what's wrong
? Haven't eaten yet?" I ignored him. He chuckled twice, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to me. "Come on,
Uncle will treat you to dinner. Tell me what you want to eat." I slurped down the noodle soup loudly. He, feeling awkward, could only...
He stood up and said, "My dear nephew, if you have any difficulties, tell your uncle. There's no hurdle you can't overcome." Lifting
the curtain, he turned around again: "Have you run out of your nutrition allowance? If not, your uncle will give you some more."

I hadn't even figured out how to spend that 400 yuan. I had so many things I wanted to buy, but the problem was I
could only buy them outside the county. Looking at his grinning face and toad-like features, I felt inexplicably nauseous.
I said, "If you have nothing else to do, get lost."

Suddenly, I really wanted to rush into my mother's house, imagining she'd
just gotten dressed.

But as I was getting restless, my uncle sent over two more photos of me. This time, I just grabbed them and shoved them into my pocket,
glared at him, and shouted from the yard, "I forgot something, I'll go get it." Then
I pushed my bicycle out the door again.

Of course, going to play with my friends was just a pretense. This time I was smarter. I turned a corner near home, threw my bicycle into
the ditch, and quickly climbed over the wall. Like an assassin in an ancient TV show, I crouched down
and moved along the wall for a while before climbing onto the roof of the kitchen in my grandmother's yard.

Under the cover of darkness, I carefully raised my head, just in time to see my uncle push open my mother's
bedroom door and go inside. I couldn't see or hear anything, but I just lay there for ten or
twenty minutes. Then I heard the door open. I raised my head slightly, and my uncle, shirtless, came
out of my mother's room. Before he had taken a few steps, my mother followed him out of the room. She was wearing a pinkish-white
skirt and no clothes on her upper body, only a large, bright red bra that restrained her large breasts.
From this angle, I could see the deep cleavage between her breasts. My mother didn't come out completely.
She stood at the doorway, tossed what appeared to be my uncle's clothes into the yard, and went back into
her room followed by the heavy slam of the door closing.

My uncle picked him up from the ground. I thought I heard a cold laugh, but then again, maybe not.

I got off my bike, picked it up, and pedaled furiously. The village streetlights were dim; six out of ten
were out of order.

I walked along the main street to the north end of the village, where vast wheat fields stretched out. The wheat was almost ripe, releasing a sweet fragrance in
the evening breeze . The distant groves of trees resembled a collage. Further on was the hydroelectric power station,
brightly lit. The sky was clear, the stars twinkling. In this scene, with the two old banknotes in my pocket, I felt
a sudden surge of sorrow, and tears welled up uncontrollably. I cried until I was trembling, before my emotions finally calmed down.
I wiped my face, cleared my nose, and turned to go home.

I remember rarely crying after starting middle school. This is the first time I've felt this bad. The worst part
is that I don't even know what's causing my pain. I've already accepted my uncle and mother's situation,
but I feel an overwhelming sense of shame, anger, sadness, and hatred…

I saw my mother standing at the alley entrance in the distance, and as I approached, she vanished in a flash. Once inside the courtyard, my mother,
who had completely changed her clothes, asked why I hadn't eaten. I said I had, but wasn't full. She asked
what else I wanted to eat. I said I was full now and went to my room. As I undressed and lay down on the bed, my mother called from the courtyard:
"Aren't you going to wash up before bed?"

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