The newlywed Bai family courtyard

It was already 11 p.m. when Bai Qiang chased away Bai San, the last one to cause trouble in the bridal chamber. Just as he was about to close the gate, he heard his father, Old Man Bai, cough. "Dad, you went to the mushroom shed again?" "Yes." "Has the temperature in the shed dropped?" "Yes." Old Man Bai closed the gate after entering and said to his son, "Have all the people causing trouble in the bridal chamber left?" "Just now." Bai Qiang said, "Dad, there's no more hay in the trough, should we add some?" "Dad—" "You don't need to worry about that, go to sleep!" Old Man Bai interrupted his son after lighting a cigarette, "It's getting late." "Okay!" Bai Qiang went into his bridal chamber. Bai's new bride, Wang Caihong, was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had already made the bed when Bai Qiang left. The brand-new quilt gleamed under the incandescent light, especially the embroidered
mandarin ducks playing in the water on the silk quilt, which was particularly eye-catching. Two tables of food and drink were set up specifically for the bride's family. The aroma of wine and food still lingered, hinting at the lively atmosphere of the day. But now, it was eerily quiet. Rainbow saw Bai Qiang enter
the house and heard the door click shut. Her already unsettled heart skipped a beat. Bai Qiang came to her side, rubbing his hands, and said, "Rainbow, it's getting late, shall we go to sleep—go to sleep?" Hearing this, Rainbow blushed, but she still complied. She lowered her head, and just as she was about to unbutton the first button of her blouse, she suddenly stopped and whispered, "Turn—turn off the light!" Bai Qiang was taking off his shoes, but upon hearing this, he put them back on and turned off the light. Perhaps because it was winter, or perhaps for other reasons, they only took off their outer coats, wearing only their sweaters and long johns, and crawled into bed. The rustling of their clothes as they undressed
created a few sparks, making both of them feel inexplicably embarrassed. After a while, the rustling sound of clothes being taken off stopped, and the room became even quieter. You could clearly hear the ticking of a watch, Old Man Bai's footsteps
, and even the barking of the neighbor's dog… "Hong, are you asleep?" Bai Qiang asked, lying on the bed with his eyes wide open. A hand slowly reached out and quickly pulled back the two tightly wrapped blankets. "No!" Hong Cai replied, her eyes also open. The sky was overcast, making
the room even darker; there was little difference between having your eyes open and closed. "Today was really chaotic! Especially that skinny young man, he was the most troublesome, he even messed up my hair," Hong Cai said, trying to find something to say. "That's Bai San, a scoundrel.
He did a lot of bad things when he was working in Beijing, and even served two years in prison. But he's actually quite loyal." "You'd better not mess with people like that. I don't think he's a good person." Rainbow felt something slip into the blankets, scurrying around on her legs like a mouse. Because of the thick clothes, it took her a while to realize what it was. But she was like
a mute eating dumplings, ignoring it and just continuing to say what she wanted to say. "There's also a woman, around forty or fifty years old, how come she can talk so well!" "Oh," Bai Qiang said, turning to face Rainbow so that his hand could move freely. "You mean our neighbor, Bai Jianshe's wife, Guihua? Don't let Uncle Jianshe's honest and simple appearance fool you, his wife is
a real talent in our village. She's the one who opened the video arcade and small shop at the end of the alley. We even borrowed their sound system for our wedding!" "Oh, I never knew she was such a capable person. I thought she was a matchmaker." The blankets gradually warmed up, and her nerves, numb from the cold, slowly returned to normal. Caihong felt that hand reaching over her long trousers and quickly grabbed it—that was the most dangerous spot for her. "She—she's not
a matchmaker ." Bai Qiang knew Caihong was shy, so he stopped, but continued his work of connecting the two blankets. The room was pitch black, and Bai Qiang clearly heard two rapid breathing sounds, one his own, and one
coming from Caihong's side. "And who's that tall, pretty girl?" Rainbow didn't remove the hand, but instead placed it on her lower abdomen; she liked the feeling of being caressed. "Oh, you mean Xiaoling? She's Uncle Jianshe's daughter
, still in school." Rainbow's lack of refusal gave Bai Qiang a sense of assurance, and his actions became increasingly bold, caressing her soft abdomen through her underwear, with increasing pressure. By this time, the two blankets had merged into one.
Rainbow pretended not to notice, saying, "She's so pretty, I never imagined she's Guihua's child." Bai Qiang suddenly exerted force, and Rainbow couldn't help but let out a "Ah!" The sound was enough to make all of Bai Qiang's capillaries dilate. He could no longer control himself, and with a "plop," he flipped over and jumped on top of Rainbow, panting heavily, saying, "Even if she's
pretty she's not as pretty as you." At this moment, Rainbow couldn't speak. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the increasingly rapid breathing. Bai Qiang climbed onto Caihong, his large mouth reaching for another source of heat. He felt his whole
body melting. Old Man Bai filled the manger with hay and prepared to go back to sleep. As he walked to the window of the new house, he heard strange sounds and stopped as if possessed. He recognized them clearly as the sounds of a man and woman making love
. Old Man Bai was once so familiar with these things, but now, after fifteen years of widowerhood, time had taken its toll. Although he was over fifty, he was still quite healthy. This time, he had unintentionally overheard his son and daughter-in-law making love, and his previously
dormant groin was now aroused. However, Old Man Bai quickly realized that listening to children's affairs was immoral, and his old face flushed with shame. He tiptoed hurriedly to his room.
Without turning on the light, Old Man Bai got into bed in the dark. There was a warm hot water bottle in the blankets, and he quickly warmed up after getting in. But he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The sounds he shouldn't have heard earlier still echoed in his ears, refusing to fade. Worst of all, his manhood was still erect
, showing no sign of softening, and his lower abdomen was painfully swollen. How could the worldly-wise Old Man Bai not know—this was the urge to have sex. After his wife died, the family was extremely poor, and he hadn't remarried to support Bai Qiang. In the prime of his life
, whenever he felt the urge, he would always think of his wife while taking care of himself. But that was a long time ago. Perhaps it was due to his age; he didn't know how long it had been since he'd done it. But what
was wrong with him today? His senses had gone awry. Especially on his son's wedding day, after a busy day, how could he be thinking of such filthy things… He tried desperately to suppress these shameful thoughts, but the more he tried to resist, the stronger the urge became. Sigh! In the dead of night, and since he was in his own room, who would know what he had done?
So, he slipped his hand under the covers and grasped his own penis. Miraculously, he immediately felt a sense of fullness. But for some reason, there was also a slight unease. As usual, images of making love with his deceased wife flashed through his mind, but that was already ...i=22> It was a very, very long time ago, and in Old Bai's memory, it was somewhat hazy. But what else could he think of? He had only ever been with this one woman in his life. He released his grip, naturally spitting a few mouthfuls of saliva into his palm, and then smeared it on his manhood. He used to do this whenever his wife felt dryness there. After applying it, he gripped it tightly and moved it back and forth, instantly experiencing an indescribable sense of pleasure. The previous discomfort was actually due to the saliva on his hand . Old Bai closed his eyes, hugged the quilt tightly, and at that moment, he truly had the hallucination of being in bed with his deceased wife. As if heaven pitied Old Bai's loneliness, it brought the dead woman to his side, and Old Bai tried his best to release his sexual desire. And at that last moment...

As it approached, Old Man Bai suddenly realized that the woman in the same bed as him wasn't his deceased wife, but his newlywed daughter-in-law. Startled, Old Man Bai broke out in a cold sweat and, unable to control himself, ejaculated profusely. Only panting could be
heard in the room. The two naked bodies rolled together, seemingly oblivious to the winter night's chill. For almost half an hour, Bai Qiang had been nibbling at every inch of Caihong's skin. It wasn't because he had any special reverence for the woman's body, but because
he was waiting for a certain part of his body to harden. Several times, Caihong couldn't resist the tingling sensation in her lower body and automatically offered herself to Bai Qiang, but he refused. Finally, in the darkness, as Bai Qiang sucked on her breast, which was the size of a steamed bun
, he felt his lower body harden. He touched Rainbow again, and sure enough, there was more sticky fluid. Rainbow trembled all over and cried out excitedly, "Brother Qiang, don't do this, I can't take it anymore!" Bai Qiang ignored her and just spread Rainbow's legs. Just as he was about to advance, Rainbow's hand pushed against his mountain-like body. She said urgently, "Slow down, I'm afraid it will hurt." Bai Qiang was a little annoyed that his pent-up energy had already dissipated
. He pressed down on Rainbow with some insecurity, one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other guiding his "unstable" member to find its destination. He found it, and Bai Qiang thrust in... Rainbow clearly felt her genitals being pressed against a warm, fleshy mass. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for this moment to arrive. She felt Bai Qiang pushing, she felt that mass of flesh was about to enter. Then, she only heard Bai Qiang let out an "Ah!" and
some sticky fluid flowed onto her thighs. Things didn't develop at all as she had imagined, and she really didn't understand what was happening. But one thing was clear: Bai Qiang was no longer with her; she couldn't even feel his breath. The world seemed
to freeze suddenly, and all sound ceased. When the inexplicable resentment was driven away by the cold night, Caihong realized she was still completely naked, terribly cold. As she reached for something to cover herself, she touched Bai Qiang; he was also completely
naked, his teeth chattering—he must be freezing too. Caihong finally understood what had happened. She covered Bai Qiang with the blanket first, then herself. After she was covered, Bai Qiang remained silent, like a dead man. Rainbow suppressed her unspeakable
grievances and softly called out, "Brother Qiang—" Bai Qiang ignored her. Rainbow wiped the filth off her body in the dark, put on her underwear, and said, "You're too tired during the day and drank so much, so…" Bai Qiang still didn't speak. Rainbow continued, "I'm afraid of the cold, let's—
sleep together?" As she spoke, her burning body entered Bai Qiang's ice-cold bed. "Rainbow," Bai Qiang finally choked out, "you believe me, I will be good to you for the rest of my life, today I—" Rainbow hugged Bai Qiang and forced a smile, "We're married now, who else can I believe if not you? It's getting late, go to sleep!" The Bai family courtyard was quiet. Apart from the sound of the old, scraggly horse eating its midnight snack, there was no other sound. On such a cold night, even the mice were too lazy to come out. However, the day that was about to pass was truly extraordinary. It was the 23rd day of the
twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year in the lunar calendar. Although I haven't verified it specifically, I estimate that this day should be considered an auspicious day. Because every year on this day, a few families in the village hold weddings, while others choose other days, but none are as
grand , and one bride even went to the wrong place, causing quite a few laughs. Perhaps the festive atmosphere of this day is also related to a deity. Before dinner, people burned the image of the Kitchen God, which they had worshipped for a year, and
respectfully placed fruits and snacks in the courtyard to send him off to heaven. I imagined that when the Kitchen God carried the offerings from the human world to heaven, he would surely ask the heavens to bestow more blessings upon those who believed in him! The road to heaven is long; by now, the Kitchen God should be halfway up in the sky,
right? What would he think as he looked down upon the land where he had worked so diligently for a year? Mortals cannot fathom or understand. A little while later, it started to snow. Because there was no wind, the snowflakes fell like willow catkins. Together with the village, it resembled
an ancient ink painting. Could this snow be a response from heaven to someone's prayer? For there's an age-old saying, "A timely snow promises a good harvest."

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