How to Become a Stepfather

How a Stepfather is Made
Author: Ma Xiufeng
First Published: sex8
Words: 12359
Foreword: This article is basically based on my personal experience. I've wanted to
write it down , but I never thought I could write it well. Later, while chatting with a netizen, under his guidance,

I was able to recall the whole process quite completely, so I got lazy and
stopped writing it down. I just slightly tidied up the chat log. You can also see that Lang Lingqing still has some chat-like tone. Rough as it may be,
I'm happy with it anyway.
The following is a hint: The title may be misleading, but after reading it, you will understand why I chose this
title.
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My stepfather was actually my junior high school classmate. We weren't originally in the same school. My mother originally taught at the county's No. 1 Middle School
, and I also went to school there. I was in the county's No. 1 Middle School in my first year of junior high. However, in my second year of junior high, my mother offended
the school leader and got him to teach at a rural middle school during a teaching assignment opportunity. My father was on the railway at that time and rarely
came home . My mom was afraid I'd go astray without supervision. Actually, at that time, I was pretty much already doing well,
playing with older kids, learning to smoke, drink, and watch videos. My mom didn't even tell me; she just took me to the village middle school
. She didn't care if I went to a good school; she just wanted me to stay out of trouble. She wanted me to experience hardship and learn some
manners . I guess many parents in big cities intentionally transferred
their children to schools when they were young, just to let them experience hardship. That's my nature. After that, I was in the second year of junior high at the village middle school. This area was full of
events around 2003. Our village, where the middle school was located, was supposedly the location of the township government. Around that time,
Lao Niu also came to the city with my mom. My mom taught, and he worked odd jobs everywhere. The children were raised by their grandmother in the village
before the road was built. It was about 20 or 30 miles from the nearest town. Then the remaining villages in the township are all located deep in the mountains,
accessible only by foot, and are separated by miles, extremely isolated. The elderly villagers rarely leave the mountains.
The wrought-iron gates are painted with pointed tops, and the classrooms and dormitories are drafty. They had broken windows but no money
to install them, so they made do with newspapers and planks. The boys lived in a dormitory, twenty of us in one room with ten people on each side of the heated brick bed (kang). In winter, I
often woke up freezing in the night, my nose icy cold.
Now, let me tell you about my classmate. He was older than all of us, two years older. He started school late and
had to repeat a year because he didn't do well in his studies. His family was incredibly poor; his mother had long wanted him to stop studying. His father
wasn't in good health, and his mother wasn't much better. I don't know how they raised such a tall son. I was fifteen then, his
aunt. The principal's wife was considered part of his family, so I went with her to the wedding. By the way, at
seventeen, I was already over 1.8 meters tall, with a very well-proportioned figure, all muscular, just a bit dark-skinned. Besides his face
resembling his parents, he didn't look like them at all. You've probably all encountered that kind of person in school, someone who did very poorly in school, no matter how
hard they tried. It wasn't that they didn't want to study, it was just... He tried his best not to be clumsy. However, he was exceptionally skillful in other areas. My
classmate was that kind of person. And he was particularly interested in me, though that might not be the right word. Anyway, you
know, when you move to a new environment, you either get bullied or isolated, and I belonged to the latter. However, he was
the first person to take the initiative to befriend me. To this day, I don't know and dare not ask if he really wanted to be friends with me,
or if he just had his eye on me from the beginning. And this guy, although he was big and clever, also had a bit of that air about him. He
even repaired the chairs and the teacher's desk in the classroom. I think he was probably
serious from that time on. He always made me talk about things in the city. I was naughty back then, so I would brag to him until he admired me a little. I would brag about how
I could beat someone in a fight, brag about the delicious food in the city, and so on. That piece of trash. His mother was, after all, a woman, so he was made to do everything, from the very beginning. He could do almost anything.
His mother had long wanted him to stay home and do chores, but the principal intervened. Back then, there was
an assessment of compulsory education quotas, and dropout rate was one of the criteria. The principal personally handled that for him.
All fees were waived, which barely allowed him to stay. That's why I told you this was a very complicated matter; many
factors could have been missing
if any one was lacking. After that, we became close, I forget exactly when it started, but it should have
started as soon as we arrived. He and I... After we got to know each other better, he would sometimes walk with me to my mom's dorm. As I mentioned before,
the dorm was slightly better, but still a dilapidated room. Aside from that, the windows were the old-fashioned wooden-framed windows, long rotten, painted
green—the kind of wooden-framed windows that used to be common in northern village schools, broken into four pieces. The door was also broken. He found some
wooden strips, a hammer, and nails and fixed the windows for my mom, basically just reinforcing them.
He also patched up the gaps in the door. Later, one time, Yu was sitting on a chair in the room, and the chair was a little wobbly. The next day, he roasted sweet potatoes for my mom
. After roasting the sweet potatoes, we washed up and went to sleep. I don't even know what time it was in the middle of the night. I might
have fallen in love with my mom. Now let me tell you about her. My mom is the type with a round face and short hair, about 1.63 meters
tall . She lives in a mountainous area; any slightly flat land is a county town or something like that. Other villages, including townships, are all in the mountains. She
weighed 130 pounds back then, especially considering her size. My mom has never worn tight clothes in the summer, and she still does
now , afraid her breasts will show and she thinks it's ugly. She rarely wears a bra, because wearing one would just make her breasts look bigger;
she only wears white tank tops. Then, two years ago, I saw one of her bras. We're all grown up now and don't care about these things anymore.
When I looked at the bra, I saw that my mom had removed the metal bars from it. It was taken down. I said, "Why did you take it down?" My mom
told me, "It's so tight, how can I face people when I go out?" You can imagine
how conservative my mom is, even in this day and age. But maybe, Old Niu, my classmate's surname is Niu, everyone's
nickname for him is Old Niu. Old Niu might just like this kind of thing. Sometimes I wonder if it's
related to the fact that he hasn't had much contact with women.
The stove was lit in January. I remember using a Western-style stove when I was little, my mom's dorm had one. The entire
stove including the body and the chimney, was made by Old Niu. He'd fix the chimney once a year. Old Niu has one good point. He's quick-witted, but not good with words, and doesn't talk nonsense. If you don't see him working
... Then, didn't I just say he made chairs and such for the Taoist temple? Then it'll be November, it's cold in the mountains, October...
Even though he was all smiles and joking, my mom probably already saw through his ulterior motives. He was really serious about it. Later, when
he put his hand on my mom's breast and started moving his lower body, my mom pulled her hand out from under the covers. Instead of
talking about whispering or anything, she actually wanted Lao Niu to guide me. Then, the seating arrangement wasn't the problem; it was
embarrassing for others. I ejaculated directly into the blanket while I was in bed. After that
, I didn't feel anything. But I noticed that Lao Niu wasn't paying attention in class at all. To say he wasn't paying attention might be an exaggeration,
but half of his attention was on my mom, not on the chalk in her hand. The most crucial thing was that sometimes
he was writing notes on small pieces of paper, not marking anything, just scribbling randomly. When I asked him what he was writing, he wouldn't let me see.
I thought he had a crush on our class monitor, who was a girl and quite pretty. Later, when he wasn't around, I
secretly rummaged through his desk and found a wad of notes. When I opened them, they were full of my mom's name. One note
said "Xiujuan, I love you," and my mom's name is Liu Xiujuan. The rest said "Juan, I love you," or something like "good" (with the character "Juan" in the name
). I was stunned. Actually, I... I had a premonition, but I didn't expect him to be this arrogant. Then I started
thinking about what I should do.
Strangely, I felt a bit energetic, although my heart was pounding and my face was burning, but I was unusually calm
as I considered this matter. I felt happy, nervous, all sorts of feelings, but not a bit panicked. Even now, I
think I was remarkably calm when I considered this. Of course, now it seems that this calmness was just a childish
joke, different from true calmness. I hadn't thought through the cause and effect at all; I was relying entirely on my childish
reasoning, lacking understanding of the consequences, just emotional bravado. I actually already
had a plan in mind, but it still took me a day to decide. I thought I should help him. Don't laugh at me, I was only 15 at the time, and my thoughts were... well, let's just say they were a
bit ... Then, my mom wouldn't be so strict with me because of Lao Niu. If I did anything
wrong, Lao Niu could speak up for me to my mom, and my life would be easier from now on. Really, I
felt a deep sense of relief. I hope everyone who reads this, whether they think it's good or bad, will share their own feelings.
At that moment, I really thought it through so innocently, so naively. This kind of thinking is something only a
teenager would have, but that's the conclusion I reached after thinking about it for a long time. Later, I thought for another long time
about how to help him, and then decided to use a risky method.
It's cold in the mountains in winter, and the boys' dormitory... The room was so big, with two heated brick beds on each side, but only two small stoves. They were stingy with coal,
so I moved into my mom's dorm a long time ago to live with her. So I decided to tell my mom that it
was indeed cold in the boys' dorm, and since Lao Niu and I were good friends, and she also had a crush on him—not a crush,
just admiration—she agreed. Lao Niu and I slept in the same bed, which he helped build with bricks and planks,
with a curtain in the middle. My mom slept on the other side of the curtain. The room wasn't big, so the exact distance between us
was only a little over a meter. Lao Niu moved in in December (I forgot the exact date). When he moved in, he
fetched water for my mom to wash her feet and even poured her... My mother stopped him from getting water for washing my feet, which made her feel embarrassed, but I
could clearly sense his happiness. Although I saw his happiness, for the next three or four days,
besides getting water for my mother to wash her feet—though he only did that one day—my mother wouldn't let him do it,
and he didn't do anything substantial.
Then, on Sunday night that week, Lao Niu's family came back with some sweet potatoes. We roasted them in the ashes
until about 1 or 2 AM. When I woke up, I heard noises in the room: someone panting,
whispering , and the bed creaking. I reached out and Lao Niu was gone; the blankets were still slightly warm.
I knew... I was sure he'd succeeded because my mom hadn't yelled. Thinking about it now, it's scary. What if my mom wasn't willing? If
she yelled when Lao Niu went up, it would have been a real problem. So I crawled over, lifted a corner of the curtain
, and saw
two people moving on top of each other in my mom's bed. After a while, I saw clearly: Lao Niu was on top of my mom. Their upper bodies were exposed
,
their lower bodies covered by the blanket. Both of them were naked from the waist up. When I slept, Lao Niu was wearing a vest, and my mom was wearing a thermal undershirt. I don't know when Lao Niu started this, but I can tell he was... My mother was struggling against him with all her might. Because her upper body was already naked, you could see her breasts
shaking violently in front of her chest as she struggled, like two water bags, her nipples twitching. Both of them were panting, and
at that moment I heard Lao Niu whisper to my mother, "Juan, listen to me, don't move." My mother was both angry and
anxious, but she tried to keep her voice very low, saying, "Get down, get down quickly." The two of them were just struggling like that. Lao Niu said
he would start kicking him, and my mother kicked him, saying, "Stop it or I'll really scream!" As soon as my mother finished speaking, Lao Niu grunted,
took a breath, and then my mother let out a scream and stopped moving, her legs stopped kicking, and the bed suddenly became quiet.
After a while , Lao Niu started moving, and as soon as he moved, my mother screamed again. "Make a sound." My mother struggled to break free from his grasp, but couldn't. "I'm going to scream, I can't take it anymore." Old Niu then picked up
a , probably my mother's surgical mask or something like a vest—I couldn't see clearly—and used it to gag her. Then
, while moving it, he said, "Juan, don't make a sound, I'll be done in a bit." After a while, he released my mother's hand, and
she stopped pushing him away. He had just pressed my mother's hand against the pillow, and although he released her,
her hand remained in that position, motionless. He pressed down on my mother
, panting and moving, and began to knead her breasts like he was kneading steamed buns. While kneading, he said, "Juan, you're so good. Juan, I love you so much! I'm so
happy , so comfortable! Juan, I've wanted you for more than just a day or two! I'm so happy!" My mother couldn't make a sound because her mouth was stuffed with something
. He reached out and started to take off her thermal underwear. As mentioned before, my mother didn't like wearing bras; she usually only wore a white tank top and
could only moan softly. He sucked on my mother's nipples while he was fucking her. My mother moaned and groaned, but he wouldn't listen, just kept talking nonsense, and his lower body was tight. After about ten minutes, he
suddenly lifted his upper body off my mother, grabbing her breasts tightly with both hands, making her gag even though her mouth was stuffed.
After a while, he finally rolled off my mother, took the stuff out of her mouth, and then...
He tried to pull my mom into his arms. My mom pushed him away and lay there panting. He then leaned closer to her and
asked, "Juan, does it hurt?" I've seen Lao Niu's penis before; when he peed, it was dark and
thick. I've never seen it erect, but when it's soft, it looks about five inches. I guess my mom was definitely
hurt by him, and since she wasn't prepared for this, she was a bit flustered. He shamelessly kept
moving closer, which annoyed her so much that she pushed him aside, turned over, and faced me
, her back to Lao Niu. I was so startled that my hand trembled, and I quickly pulled down the curtain. I don't know if my mom saw it, but then I heard
her start crying. Soft sobs, and then I heard Lao Niu's voice. I thought to myself, "Why does this feel
like the villains on TV raping innocent women?" My mom even went so far as to investigate my deskmate, Lao Niu, because he paid special attention in class. My mom wasn't worried about me being in the
same class as him. He spoke sweet, intimate language that was usually unspoken, but became incredibly eloquent in bed. At that moment, the curtains were drawn,
so I couldn't hear him clearly anymore. Then, lying on my side, I heard my mom crying softly and Lao Niu talking quietly before I
vaguely fell asleep.
It was long past morning reading time, and no one woke me. I quickly got up, washed my face, got dressed, and went to morning reading. When
I entered the classroom, my mom glanced at me but didn't say anything. Then I went to my seat next to Lao Niu, who
didn't stared at his book. That day, I felt like my mom was completely unaffected, while Lao Niu seemed
a little hesitant. When I got back to the dorm that night, I found that Lao Niu had already moved out. I assumed my mom had taken him away, so I didn't dare ask her. However, a year later, when I asked Lao Niu, he said he had moved out on his own. He
admitted he felt guilty because my mom ignored him the next morning, and he was terrified, so he moved out that afternoon.
But that's another story.
I was also scared, afraid my mom would blame me. That day, Lao Niu seemed a bit agitated, and I
wanted to back down, but I didn't want to give up so easily, so I pretended I knew nothing. A few days later, I
tried to save face. My mom said she didn't care, let him come back if he wanted, it was up to me. I felt my mom might
have tacitly agreed, so I went to find Lao Niu again. He absolutely refused to come back. Later, I got impatient and told him my mom said
she didn't care if he came back or not. Then he probably understood something and stopped arguing with me. He's here. Actually, I was a little uneasy at that moment, afraid that something might happen again, and what if my mother really went through a breakdown?
I didn't sleep well for the first three nights, and then I woke up on the fourth night, and he wasn't there again. But this time there was no
creaking or anything, just breathing, and I could only hear people talking softly, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
I only found out about what happened during the New Year from Lao Niu. When I peeked through the corner of the curtain,
they were in the same bed, but they were covered up tightly and didn't move. Lao Niu said... He was actually afraid of dying,
but he couldn't hold it in. He really missed my mom terribly, so the next day he went to her place.
My mom was worn down by his nagging, so she had to give him a few perfunctory words, hoping he'd finish quickly and leave, but once he
started talking, he couldn't stop. They ended up falling asleep in each other's arms. The next night he went back to
her place, and this time she was much calmer. He started to talk more,
and besides in my mom's bed, he usually... I'd never heard him talk so much before. Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, I later
asked him if they'd done it that night. He said they were just chatting idly, talking about family, rural life, and other things.
Since my mom had also lived in the countryside when she was little, she could talk about it. They talked for three nights in total, and
only made love again on the fourth night.
When I woke up this time, they were still talking. I had to listen to them and was about to go back to sleep
when suddenly I heard my mom's bed creak, followed by Lao Niu's breathing. It got urgent. My heart skipped a beat,
and I followed her out. That year, coincidentally, my dad only came back for three days during the summer, barely enough time to come over. I
felt something was up, but I hadn't dared to look yet. Then I heard the bed creaking and the blankets trembling; Lao Niu started calling
my mom by her childhood name again. Wanting to see what my mom's reaction was, I quietly lifted the corner of the curtain, closed one eye—using only one eye
—and my mom said, "I have something to tell you, don't get angry." I said, "What's there to be angry about? Tell me." My mom said, "Look, we're
considering having Lao Niu move in too, as long as..." My mom agreed; whether it succeeded or not depended on Lao Niu's own abilities. My mom also knew
to look to the past. She saw Lao Niu again, clinging to my mom's chest, grabbing her wrists and pressing them to either side, his mouth
constantly trying to kiss her face. My mom kept turning her head away from him, struggling, and
he let out a low moan in his loud voice before collapsing onto her. Then he just kept panting.
In an impatient tone, he said, "Stop it, stop bothering me." Lao Niu, still panting, said, "Juan, don't move."
He kept turning his head back and forth, following my mother's face, and finally, with great difficulty, he managed to get her lips on his. He quickly pressed his lips against hers, making a loud smacking sound, while my mother hummed softly
through her nose, no longer resisting with her arms. After kissing
for a while, Old Niu was done. He opened my mother's mouth, and my mother, panting, said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?
I've let you kiss me, okay? Get off now." Old Niu didn't say a word, still lying on top of my mother, and put his hand under the covers.
My mother panicked and put her hand under the covers to stop him. The two of them struggled under the covers for a while. Suddenly, Lao Niu moved
, exhaled, and my mother made a soft "hmm" sound. The two of them remained still. Lao Niu reached into the large quilt,
this time before he could even remove my mother's clothes, his hand still covering her upper body. However, with
one hand, he quickly rolled up my mother's shirt, undershirt, and vest together, under her armpits, exposing her
breasts. My mother didn't stop him at all while he was doing this, lying there motionless. But this
kind of life didn't last long... For a long time, when I was in high school, I went home to see my mother on October 1st. I actually
pushed away his hand that was on my mother's breast, but he didn't budge, so I stopped. He moved (after that, I
talked about our school. The wall was made of broken bricks, and there were thorns and broken glass on top of it. The gate was the kind that had fallen down).
My mother probably couldn't take it anymore, so she covered her mouth with her hand, turned her face to the inside facing the wall, and kept moaning and groaning along with
Lao Niu 's movements. There were a few times when I felt like I was being forced to do it. It was a kind of suppressed sound. Lao Niu moved while lowering his head to kiss my mother's face, and my mother didn't avoid him anymore.
This time, the old man, seemingly drunk and reckless, grabbed my mother's breast tightly with one hand, his lower body thrusting violently, constantly calling out "Juanjuan, Juanjuan!" Finally
, he arched his back, froze, and let out a low growl, ejaculating. Then he collapsed on top of my mother.
After a while, he rolled off, pulled the blanket over both of them, and buried his head under the covers to
talk to my mother. This time, I couldn't hear anything. So I lowered the curtain and returned to my bed,
unintentionally finding myself hard again. Just as I was about to masturbate to release some tension, I suddenly heard my mother's
bed move, followed by the sound of the blanket being pulled back. I was so scared I froze. Then I heard the old man's voice say, "Juan,
what are you doing?" My mom said impatiently, "Oh, I'm going to wash up," followed by
the sound
shoes and getting out of bed. Old Niu said, "What are you washing? Come on up, it's cold outside." My mom, even more impatient, said, "Shut your mouth! If you're not going to wash, then..." She took the basin off the stand, poured some hot water
into it . She then squatted down and started splashing water on her lower body. I didn't dare watch too long, so I lowered the curtain and quietly
moved back inside. After a while, my mom finished washing, poured the water into the chamber pot, put the basin back, and then
I heard her taking off her shoes and getting into bed again. Although the two of us were still talking behind her, I couldn't hear clearly anymore. "
Okay, Mom, put on some loose clothes to cover yourself up. Anyway, I'm fat, so it won't be noticeable." After summer vacation, school started
again on that day. Old Niu would come over every two or three days to do it. At first, I would
come too. It was about ten miles from the town, and my mother couldn't walk that far, plus she had to wake up early for teaching duties
. Later, I got used to the creaking of the bed and couldn't hear them. I slept through the night. This continued until winter vacation,
and everyone thought I didn't know.
Soon after, winter vacation started and the New Year came. After winter vacation and the start of the new semester, Old Niu stayed in our room for a few more days
before moving back to the boys' dormitory. Mainly because winter was over, and I was afraid people would say he was close to me and taking advantage of me. Whether they did it
or not during this time, I had no control over. Later, just before May Day, the day before the holiday, my mom suddenly called me to
her dorm. At that time, I was no longer living in my mom's dorm; I was living in the boys' dorm with Lao Niu.
It was noon when my mom called me over, and there were hardly any people in the school. My mom told me to sit down and said, "Mom wants to talk to you
about something, so keep your voice down." I said, "Okay." My mom then asked me, "What do you think of Lao Niu?" I said, "He's pretty good.
I've been here for so long, and I'm completely unfamiliar with the place. Thanks to Lao Niu's help, I think he's
a good kid. Mom, as a woman, there are some things you can't do, and I can't rely on you." She
then asked about Lao Niu's feelings towards her... This kind of work is beyond one's control, and Mom couldn't help herself. You understand Mom's feelings; what's
done is done, and you shouldn't be upset. Then my mom asked me if I understood what she meant. Actually, I
understood what she meant from the beginning, so I said I knew, it's okay, Lao Niu is my good brother,
I won't say anything if you're close to him.
Then what my mom said next shocked me. She said, "You don't understand, you didn't hear me, I'm telling you, you're
stupid." Seeing that I didn't respond, she added, "Don't worry, that's just how I see it. But you need to be
prepared." Mom was pregnant. I couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!" Thinking about it now, this...
Not surprising at all. My mom never imagined she'd have relations with other men here when she arrived. She didn't
prepare . There's a clinic in the village, but my mom was too afraid to go there to buy medicine or condoms, afraid of being recognized
, too busy, and didn't have time to go. Lao Niu always went straight to bed with her, so my mom could only use washing to prevent pregnancy, which was
completely unreliable. Getting pregnant was inevitable.
After I said "Ah," my mom said, "Don't say 'Ah,' listen to me." But I didn't listen to her at all. I
stupidly asked, "Lao Niu's?" My mom's face immediately fell, and she said, "Of course! Whose is it if not his
?" I said, "Then go get a call already! Why are you talking to me like this?" I need to tell him to go with me to get the abortion.
Then my mom said, "Don't worry about it. He already knows. I told him. He already knows. Let me
continue . You can speak after I finish." Then my mom said, "Originally, I also wanted to get an abortion, but I told Lao Niu
first. After all, you're carrying someone else's child. If you want to get an abortion, you should let people know first. That's basic morality."
Then I said I understood. But Lao Niu didn't know what to do at first. When I said I would get an abortion, he said okay.
I originally planned to get an abortion during the May Day holiday, but the day before yesterday, he changed his mind again
. He doesn't want me to get an abortion anymore and wants me to give birth to the baby. I told him it's impossible. "You have a husband and children, how can I have a baby for you? And if I keep saying that
, people will laugh at me for being so old. I'm not from around here, it doesn't matter. You're young, you still want to get married,
you have to have some self-respect." Then he said he wouldn't get married, he only wanted me. He told me that his family
was moving a lot under the covers, probably my mother kicking.
As everyone knows, there's no way any woman would want to be with him, no one would want to marry him. He only asked me to be with
him, to have the baby, to carry on his family line. Later, his pleading made my mother very troubled. My mother said
, "How about letting Lao Niu come back to live here again? I didn't even mention him moving out." Si Mei knew his family's situation well, even in this cold weather.
There was no way any young woman would be willing to marry him. Seeing such a good
boy forced to remain a bachelor because of poverty, Mom felt sorry for him. Besides, Mom had seen many poor bachelors in the village when she was young
, and their lives were truly miserable. Thinking about it made her feel bad. What he said made Mom feel
sorry The child in her womb was their family's only hope for continuing the family line. If she aborted it, she didn't
know how heartbroken the child would be, perhaps even mentally ruined.
Then I said to my mom, "What do you want to do?" To be honest, at that moment I could already hear my
own voice... Her voice trembled, so I said it was a clever move. If my dad hadn't been working on the project with Tielu Lanhuang, my
mom wouldn't have had the guts. My dad only comes home once or twice a year. After I asked my mom, she said her
idea was to keep the baby. She'd calculated that it was almost five months along
, and everyone had come home by then. She planned to have a wedding banquet with him. I immediately exclaimed, "You're having the baby
, why have a banquet? Are you worried people won't know?" My mom said, "Well, I'm having his child, so I need some recognition. Otherwise, what am I? What am I? We're not
getting a marriage certificate anyway, so a banquet is just a symbolic gesture, a formality." I was really...
I'm asking for your opinion. If you don't agree, I don't care what he does; I'll have an abortion and never
associate with him again. I'm just waiting for your word. Think it over; don't be anxious. Actually, at that moment, I already knew that
I had to agree even if I didn't like it. The die was cast. My mom had thought it through so thoroughly. She explained that she
wasn't teaching, but she was back to teach the graduating class. On the first day of the new semester, the class monitor
had already done a great job leading the whole class in standing up. So, the next day, I told my mom that I agreed. Then my mom told me
that they had discussed it and if I agreed, she and Lao Niu would go to his house to meet his parents this May Day. When asked if I was going
, I said no. My mom left me some money for food that day, and then she dressed up and
went to meet Lao Niu's parents.
Actually, I had been to Lao Niu's house before. If I hadn't, I might have gone with him. But since
I had been there, I figured it wouldn't be worth it, and his house was small and gloomy, so I wouldn't have anywhere to sleep. I
didn't plan to go and spent three days at school. Then on the third day, my mom and Lao Niu came back, carrying some
things his mom had given them. They seemed quite happy. Anyway, my mom and Lao Niu's marriage was settled. With
two months left in the semester, my mom's belly started to grow rapidly. Summer clothes were thin, and even the loosest ones couldn't hide my mom's belly
, so it inevitably showed. Gradually, the school... Rumors about my mom and Lao Niu started circulating in Lingqing. At
first, it only spread among the faculty and staff, but later it started spreading among the students as well. The boys were alright, but the girls, in
their gossipy groups, were particularly good at spreading rumors. Sometimes, you could accidentally see a girl
secretly laughing .
Later, I didn't care anymore, but the principal couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe my mom talked to the principal about
the child's situation? That's why Lao Niu stopped talking. I risked lifting the curtain a little more and saw my mom's face
contorted with embarrassment. The principal then called a meeting with the faculty and staff, forbidding them from spreading these rumors anymore. The main point was reason;
the principal's opinion came first. My mom wasn't a bad person; she did this out of sympathy for
Lao Niu . Lao Niu's family situation... Everyone knows that if my mother didn't marry him, he wouldn't be able to find a wife. They held
a grand wedding ceremony, but only four tables were set up. After the ceremony and the wedding night, I slept at their neighbor's house
. Everyone here has lived here for so many years; they should understand the situation. I feel a little sympathy. Second, my mother is a
rare and good teacher at this school, and she has a promising student. If this matter gets out and gets transferred
, the school's reputation will be ruined. You know how it is in the countryside; the teaching resources are
limited, and not many students can get into top schools. Having a good teacher is very difficult. Third, if this matter gets
too big , parents in poor mountain villages don't really want to send their children to school. If it gets too big... Parents then had even more reason not to push their children
to go to school. If the dropout rate were too high, the school would lag behind the rest of the county, affecting funding allocations, policies,
and even staff bonuses. So, not spreading rumors or making
a fuss wasn't just for their sake, but also for the school itself. Then the principal asked the teachers to go back and
convey this message to the students, especially since they actually wanted to go to school because it meant they wouldn't have to do chores. This
last point was crucial; nobody wanted to be dragged home by their parents to do chores. So after the meeting,
no one in the school, whether students or staff, spread these rumors anymore.
I mentioned our class monitor earlier. My mom was very vocal about opposing Falun Gong at that time, and she often... My mom would run
outside to vomit, and as soon as she did, our class monitor would run out to help her. You can imagine how young we
were back then; Mom just said she was tutoring graduating classes and that was it.
That July, after summer vacation started, my mom stayed at the principal's house, with the principal's wife looking after her. Then,
Old Niu's family prepared for their wedding banquet. Later, on the 20th of the eighth lunar month that year, my mom left the principal's house.
The day before the banquet, all the girls in our class came over, plastering the principal's house with "double happiness" characters everywhere, and surrounding
my mom, asking her all sorts of questions and chatting. I felt embarrassed to stay inside with them, so the next morning, my mom, wearing
a red dress and a red veil, heavily pregnant, boarded the sedan chair hired by Old Niu's family. Their wedding
procession wasn't supposed to be a celebration of... It's not really a rule, mainly because the mountain roads are impassable by car. In our
area, the mountains are full of car convoys, but here it's sedan chairs. I won't go into the specific rules. When we got to his house
, it was like putting a woman down. What else should I call her but "sister-in-law"? I didn't care what she said, I just kept calling her that. Later, my mom got really annoyed,
but that day was the only appropriate time. The next morning, I called them and they left.
My mom and Lao Niu stayed at Lao Niu's house for a week and then came back to school. They had four tables set up at the principal's house.
My mom had initially told him to go back to sleep and come back to my place, but he refused to leave and insisted on talking to my mom, saying
it was a return banquet. Actually, Lao Niu's mother wanted my mom to stay at their house until she gave birth, but my mom wanted a
baby and a breastfeeding baby, which looked like she was five or six months along. She was pregnant. And even when things were going well between them, no matter how much they tried to hide it,
she was now teaching a graduating class, and living at the school would be closer to the township health center, making childbirth more convenient than at his house
. Actually, this issue had already caused some friction between my mother and mother-in-law. Then, on the day my mother was about to give birth
, she was writing lesson plans the night before, and suddenly went into labor in the middle of the night. She was taken to the township health center the next morning and gave birth in less than half an hour.
I had no idea what happened afterward; when I woke up the next day, neither of them was there. Around 7 a.m.,
while we were taking my mother to the health center, we asked one of Lao Niu's village children to run back and tell Lao Niu's mother
the news . Lao Niu's mother brought a can of chicken soup in the afternoon, but when she heard it was a girl, her face immediately fell, and
she left without even entering the ward. Old Niu and I coaxed my mom, saying it was far away and my mother-in-law would come the next day. Luckily, she did come
the next day , but the chicken soup was gone, so we just brought some eggs and then proceeded with the formal, obligatory postpartum care. My mom
spent her postpartum period at the principal's wife's house, only moving to the school dormitory after her confinement period. Old Niu's mom moved there too.
She knew how to take care of this. Later, the girls followed suit; every time my mom vomited, about two or three female class leaders would vomit.
Old Niu, who used to live with my mom, now moved back to the boys' dormitory with me. My mom was 43 at the time,
and Old Niu's mom was 41. Back then, some kids, being clueless, would come to my mom's dormitory and peek through the window, but Old Niu's mom
chased them away.
She was used to doing chores, and in the end, Old Niu had to forcefully press my mom's hand to the pillow. My mom was really anxious.
When winter break started, my mom and I had to go back home, leaving the baby with my mother-in-law. The principal's wife helped me
find a folk remedy to stop lactation, which my mom took (a small dose), afraid my dad would find out when we got home. However, I think
my dad probably still noticed something, but he didn't say anything, after all, having given birth,
the changes are quite obvious. We managed to get through the New Year, managing to keep it from my dad, and then winter break ended and school started again. This was
my and Lao Niu's last semester; we were about to graduate from junior high. Because of childbirth, my mom
had to stop lactation in the second half of the last semester. To welcome my mom, she took medication to stop lactation, and her previously good milk supply dried up. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for her to breastfeed while
attending classes . Lao Niu's mom never left; she only took her home for the New Year and brought her
back after school started, since the conditions there were better. Later, this is when the truth came out. My dad suddenly arrived during the May Day holiday,
trapping my mom, Lao Niu, the baby, and his mom all in the house. I had no idea when I arrived... Principal Ke
had already dragged my dad out of the main room with his men. As he was being pulled out, my dad kept cursing my mom, calling her shameless
, accusing me of being a traitor, and also cursing the principal and everyone at the school. He was dragged out of the school grounds while still cursing. Later,
my mom didn't dare meet with him. I didn't dare go into the principal's office either; only my dad, the principal, and one other teacher were left in
the principal's office. I don't know what the principal said to him, but he was coaxed away.
A few days later, my mom went back and told me... My dad got divorced. Besides a house in the county town with my mom's name on it, everything else
went to my dad, and I went to my mom.
Since I'm a traitor, my dad definitely won't want me. Even after the divorce, my mom prioritized our graduating class. Later, three students from our class got into top provincial high schools,
the best result in our class's history. I got into a
regular high school, and Lao Niu didn't get into any. Anyway, my mom got divorced, so she didn't go home much that summer. Lao Niu couldn't continue his studies, so he worked at a brick factory. Lao Niu... We're such good friends, and she's always taken good care of us. Mom treated him like one of your own children.
Except for a trip back to the county town to prepare my high school supplies, she spent all her time in the village with Lao Niu. She
even sent the child back to Lao Niu's mother's house. For a while, I called my mom "sister-in-law," and she scolded me. I said, "You're my brother now
," and she almost got into a fight with me, so I stopped calling her that.
Anyway, my mom was nine months pregnant at that time. It wasn't that we didn't want to get married sooner, but the date the fortune teller had chosen
was no longer considered going home. Our home is in the county town, so going to the village was considered going home to my mom. Then, that bastard Lao Niu secretly
told me that he'd gotten my mom pregnant again, a full year away from giving birth. I was furious and cursed at
him (a few words), but my mom stopped me from doing so. I almost got into a fight with my mom too. Actually, I gradually realized that it was mainly
because my mom was also angry with Lao Niu's mom, and Lao Niu's mom was resentful that my mom hadn't given birth to a son. She was always
acting like a mother-in-law to my mom. She would mutter things like "If only I had a grandson," which made my mom decide that she might
as well get pregnant again. After all, one child was the same as two, and raising two was the same too. She was a bit reckless. But at that time, it wasn't certain that
she was pregnant. "Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, be quiet." My mom said, "Stop making a fuss and go downstairs." You see, my mom is a woman, Lao Niu
is sure, but my mom might be pregnant because she didn't have her period last month. Later, when I came back for the New Year, my
mom was definitely pregnant. This time it was much easier than the last time. The students at school had all changed, and no one
was gossiping anymore.
Later, when I went back to see my mom after the second semester of my first year of high school, which was when I was in my second year of high school... That summer,
my mom gave birth again, this time to a boy. Old Niu's mom finally shut up. I, her mother, spent another
two weeks taking care of her during her postpartum period—it was awful! I'll just give a brief account of what happened next; this time,
there was no need question my dad. My mom breastfed the baby until he was weaned. By the time the baby was weaned, my mom
's teaching assignment in a rural area was over. She found someone and was transferred back to the city, but not to the county's No. 1 high school; she went to the county's No. 2 high school. That was
it. Later, my mother thought that Lao Niu working like this all the time wasn't a long-term solution, so she found someone to get him into a technical school
. He learned to be an electrician. Originally, my mother wanted him to go to the vocational education center in the city,
but Lao Niu's mother was afraid that if Lao Niu didn't watch over her, she would run away, so she insisted on attending the technical school in our county, making sure to come
home every night and not living on campus. After two years, he graduated, and Lao Niu... We got the marriage certificate, and my mom was officially married to Lao Niu. On the day we got the certificate, my mom invited a few relatives and friends
to sit together, and that was about it. Lao Niu was very kind and gentle. When the two children were four or five years old, they were taken from their great-grandmother's house to attend kindergarten in the city. Now they are both in elementary school
. After graduating from university, I returned to the county and worked at the county environmental protection bureau. However, I usually live in the bureau's
dormitory and only go home on weekends. After returning home, the two children call me "brother" and Lao Niu "dad." Sometimes I
jokingly call my mom "sister-in-law," and my mom isn't very happy about it anymore. But I still like Lao Niu to call my mom "
Juan" the most. Originally, my dad never called my mom by her childhood nickname; when he needed to call her, he would just say "Hey!" or "Hi!"
Now, every time I hear Lao Niu call my mom "Juan," I think of what happened that night.

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