Uncle Song, who lives in Rabbit Hill in the outskirts of Shencheng, is seventy-three years old this year. He has long passed the rare age, but his body is very strong, his eyesight is not deaf, and his teeth are intact.
To use an old advertising slogan to describe Uncle Song: He was carried to the fifth floor in one breath, his legs didn’t tremble and his waist didn’t ache, and it didn’t take any effort ten times a day...
It was a cloudy day today, and Uncle Song, who was really bored at home, rode his old bicycle again to a small forest not far below the outer ring road, where he sat by the river and set up a fishing rod.
In fact, there are not many fish in this small river. Uncle Song came here to squat all day a few days ago and caught three or two palm-long fish. However, he really liked the artistic conception of fishing alone by the small river, and even
He told his college-age grandson that what we men caught was not fish, but a memory of the past.
After swinging the fishing rod, Uncle Song sat on the pony and closed his eyes, humming "Su San Qi Jie" in his heart, quietly enjoying the space that was only him for a few hundred meters.
Gradually, Uncle Song's heart completely calmed down, so quiet that he could even hear two fish kissing deep in the river.
Uncle Song's memories flashed through his mind like a movie: I remember when I was eighteen years old, and my mother was only seventeen. On such a quiet morning, we came to the river together.
At that time, there was still an old locust forest beside the river. The two of us hid in it and kissed secretly. You called me brother, I called you sister, and then we kissed together...
Buzz, buzz... A deep and powerful motor sound came from a distance, interrupting Uncle Song's warm memories.
Uncle Song opened his eyes and turned around, and saw a fiery red car speeding from the intersection of the Outer Ring Road, like a ball of fire, on the short dry road (the dry road was not paved with any asphalt).
, the concrete road) brought a billowing yellow dragon, roared to the side of the poplar forest, and stopped with a creaking sound.
The place where the car parked was right above Uncle Song's back when he was fishing. As long as he walked along the river bank, he could even touch the car with his eyes closed.
But Uncle Song will not do that. Although he hates being disturbed by others in his alone memory time, he also knows that this place is not named Song, but named Gong. He can come here to kill time, and others can come too.
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"Oh, it's so unbelievable that modern young people don't just play games in an air-conditioned room on a hot day, but come to such a barren mountain to fuck birds?" Uncle Song shook his head dissatisfied and didn't bother to care.
What was the man in the car going to do? He closed his eyes again and continued his memories: I just thought of that summer morning, Goudan’s mother and I gave birth to Goudan’s life in this small forest... Sigh
, people at that time were just ignorant and uneducated. Just like the joke said, an old couple lived to be eighty years old. After watching a small movie from the island country, the old lady cried and said to the old man, "Isn't life alive?"
It has taken me a lifetime to realize that not only can your thing be used, but it can also be eaten...
Uncle Song was savoring one scene after another. As soon as he recalled this, he suddenly heard a woman's extremely suppressed moan coming from the shore above his head: "Oh - ah!"
"Hey, why does this voice sound so familiar?"
Uncle Song opened his eyes and stood up from the horse. After listening for a moment, he bent down and quietly climbed to the shore with some doubts.
Grasping the weeds half as tall as a man, Uncle Song slowly came to the dry road on the shore. As soon as he showed his head, he was stunned: in front of the grove, at most ten meters away from him, there was the red car parked just now, and a
A woman wearing a black cheongsam was sitting on the front of the car. Her lower clothes were lifted above her waist. Her long white legs that made the old man's eyes hurt were held up by a man whose pants were down to his knees.
He was doing what a normal man would do.
Yehe - After seeing this lively scene, Uncle Song thought of a civilized word, and then thought: This pair of young people came here to have a wild night just like me and Goudan's mother did on a summer morning.
It's just that they were obviously more courageous than us at that time. They didn't go into the woods and started practicing on the edge. They were indeed young people of the new era, and their courage was extraordinary.
"Oh, this woman is so beautiful and tasteful, but her face is a bit too coquettish. She is the kind of woman who refuses to give up until she drains a man dry. This kind of woman is usually a vixen. In the end, she is a vixen.
She is good at picking up yang and replenishing yin, but most men can't resist her." Uncle Song, who knew a little bit about physiognomy, looked at the woman biting her lips to keep silent, and shook his head with some regret: "When I was young
, why haven’t you encountered anything like this?”
"Uncle, uncle, if you continue to watch, you have to buy a ticket... Oh!" Just when Uncle Song was feeling a little regretful, the vixen who was being moved around by the man,
Suddenly she smiled brightly at him.
The guy with his back to Uncle Song was working with his head down. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and then turned around. When he saw Uncle Song, he subconsciously bent over to lift his pants. However, the woman wrapped her big white legs around his neck and pushed her hard into her arms.
La, Chichichi smiled and said: "Don't, don't worry about him, I'm so greedy for him!"
"You're so greedy for me? Huh, sir, I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten rice. Do you think I'm a curiosity?"
Uncle Song snorted coldly, then lowered his head and slowly walked backwards to the river: They were doing their thing, I was fishing for my fish, one bank, the other bank, the two had nothing to do with each other.
When Uncle Song sat on the horse again, the vixen's moans became louder, filling the surrounding scenery with the colors of spring.
"You didn't yell loudly before no one was looking, why are you letting go now?"
If it weren't for Pan Dongdong's slutty behavior that made Tang Peng want to stop, he would have packed up the guy and run away after learning that someone was on the bank of the river.
"Tangtang, don't you know that when we do this kind of thing, having someone peeping next to us can give us the greatest stimulation? Of course I have to let go. Are you afraid... Oh yeah, yeah, it feels so good, try harder,
Use your strength, ah!”
Pan Dongdong giggled, slid his legs down to lock Tang Peng's waist, and when his upper body left the front of the car, his head jerked back, his black hair was thrown back like a whip, and he hugged him with both hands.
His neck was stuck to his body like a koala, but the middle parts of the two people were not disconnected. This was indeed a technical job.
"Fuck, you're not afraid anymore, I'm scared shitless!"
Tang, whose whole body began to swell from stimulation, hugged Pan Dongdong tightly, stood on the spot and sprinted hard.
…
"I think back then, Goudan and I were in the woods. We were in love for three minutes at most, and then the battle ended. Alas, that was the first time I was nervous and scared."
Uncle Song secretly sighed: "But this pair of modern people have been howling here for forty minutes, why haven't they finished yet? Is it true that as Xing Guo (the uncle's grandson) said, human skills in all aspects
Are you constantly evolving?"
When Uncle Song shook his head and sighed, the float on the water suddenly moved. He swung the rod suddenly, and a small golden fish flew out of the water, its graceful body twisting violently.
When the little golden fish spinning in mid-air was caught by Uncle Song, the woman's cry on the shore suddenly turned into a cry: "Ah - wuwu, Tangtang, sister is lost, lost."
!”
Uncle Song was stunned for a moment and murmured: "She is indeed the reincarnation of a vixen. It was obviously time for that young man to surrender her gun, but she used this surrendering gesture to make that young man feel a huge sense of conquest.
.The best woman is the best woman. That young man can persist for so long, it seems he is not an ordinary man."
…
"Tangtang, you are not an ordinary man."
Pan Dongdong, who was lying on her back on the front of the car, stared blankly at the blue sky without any clouds at this time, gently stroked the head of Tang Peng who was lying on her body, and murmured: "The sea of mist and clouds has persisted for the longest time.
It takes less than half of your time. Alas, every time when I show interest, he surrenders his gun, but I still have to pretend to be extremely happy. This time, I have tasted what real sex is.
xlife, it seems that you are the one sent by Jesus to save me."
"Do you believe in Jesus?"
Tang Peng raised his head and looked at Pan Dongdong, whose blushing face was even more charming. He bent down and was about to pull up his pants, but she grabbed his hand.
"After I learned that Yan Yunhai had a physical problem, I began to believe in Jesus and hoped that God could make him better."
Pan Dongdong bit his lip, slowly slid off the front of the car, half-crouched in front of Tang Peng, raised his chin and said softly: "From now on, you just go into battle and fight, and I will clean the battlefield."
"How bad is this?"
After Tang Peng said these words with some trepidation, Pan Dongdong's bright red tongue had already stuck out.
…
Half an hour later, Uncle Song, who was continuing fishing, heard voices coming from above his head. He turned around and saw the man and woman who were in love just now, sitting in the grass on the shore, hugging each other, and they were extremely affectionate.
Uncle Song sighed: "Oh, modern young people are so happy. When I went out to do this, I didn't forget to take the clothes I changed. I thought back then, after I finished with Goudan's mother, I could only use leaves to clean up... It's so evil.
In the old society, people were so poor that they didn’t even have to change their clothes after finishing their work.”
Tang Peng, who put on a Versace suit, looked more handsome than before.
Pan Dongdong, on the other hand, put on a bright red slit cheongsam. The red clothes, snow-white face, arms and legs, contrasting with red and white, made her even more beautiful.
Smelling the fragrance in Pan Dongdong's hair, Tang Peng asked seemingly casually: "Do you always keep a set of men's clothes in your car?"
Pan Dongdong, who was lying in Tang Peng's arms like a cat, had a charming eye: "I didn't have it before, I only put it on after I met you."
Tang Peng smiled and was very proud: "It seems that you have arrived a long time ago. One day we will do this kind of thing, and we will still wear clothes."