Chapter 44 Chapter Forty-Three

When they were having dinner, Shi Yan's parents immediately saw that the hairy-footed son-in-law's expression was not right, and they were terrified, thinking that they had failed to entertain him somewhere, and had neglected this fast-paced son-in-law.Mother asked carefully: "Xiao Zhuo, do you have a cold?" Zhuoyou lazily replied: "I don't have a cold—" Dad said: "I'm afraid it's heatstroke? Don't go shopping under the sun in the future. I will take time out to buy vegetables after get off work. It's okay to go shopping after work. Seasonal vegetables may not be available if they go late. But the usual dishes are available—”

Zhuoyou didn't say a word, Shi Yan replied instead: "He's fine, don't worry—" After eating, Zhuo Liang left the table, and when he walked, his waist was arched, and his legs seemed to be a little out of place, which made the mother ask her daughter in a low voice, "Is it a herniated lumbar intervertebral disc?" Shi Yan couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't tell her mother that the lumbar disc in front was herniated, so she just said vaguely, "No, no, don't worry", then hurriedly put away the table and picked up the bowls, and took them to the kitchen sink to wash.Mom came up to stop her and said, "Let me wash it, you can ask Xiao Zhuo if he wants to go to the hospital—"

"No, he'll be fine in a while—" When the dishes and chopsticks were packed, Shi Yan said to her mother, "Let's go out to enjoy the shade", and went to Zhuo Zhuo's room to find him.Seeing him lying on the bed again, she walked over, stood by the bed, and asked, "Can you walk? If you can, let's go to the river to play—" He didn't object, got up, and walked out with her still in that "lumbar disc herniation" posture.She was afraid that someone outside would see the flaw, so she asked worriedly: "Can you—can you leave like—as if nothing happened? I'm afraid that others will—see—"

He was a little impatient: "you think I like this?" She didn't dare to say any more, because she felt that she was too concerned about face and was too inconsiderate of him. He was always handsome and unrestrained, and he would not walk in such an ugly posture unless he had to.She wanted to put herself in her shoes and imagine what would happen if this happened to her, but she couldn't think of it.She hasn't done these things for so many years, and it seems that she has never felt pain.Why are men like this?Is it like this for every man, or is it just for Excellence?In her impression, she didn't seem to have seen any man walking like this, but that may be because she didn't know about it before, so she didn't pay attention, but now it's different, she has opened her eyes, and from now on, as long as she sees walking like this again man, you know what's going on.

She chose a less lively road to walk to the river. The road was fine, and she didn't meet any people who "inquired about" or "little radio", but there were many people by the river. Well, it was still broad daylight, and there was no suitable place to do that.She said apologetically, "It doesn't seem to work here, there are too many people—" He asked, "Where else can I go? Is there a hotel or something here?" She thought it was a bit exaggerated to think that she had to go to a hotel next to her home, and the hotel was not close.She shook her head and said, "There is one, but it's too far—"

He didn't mention the hotel anymore, just squatted on the ground, staring at the river in a daze.She also squatted down beside him and asked, "Is it very painful?" "It's useless for you to ask, you can't understand it. You women are born to be evil spirits, and you have made men like this, but you have nothing to do—" She asked a little curiously: "Then when you were with your girlfriend before—was it the same?" He curled his lips in disdain: "You think I'm a boar in heat?" She pondered this for a while, and thought it was a good sentence. He is not a boar in heat, or he does not treat any girl like this, which means that he treats her differently. Maybe it's love?The love of men is different from that of girls. Girls only need to be together, while men require a certain way of "together".It's really terrible now, she also has a new understanding of "together", and maybe she will not be able to think about it when she hears the word "together" in the future.

But her heart was full of pride, proud of her great charm, and soon turned her pride into sympathy and pity for him. She suggested: "Let's walk along this river bank and see if there is any place that compares with him." - nobody's-" He stood up slowly and followed her along the bank.As she walked, she looked around to see if there was any place to hide from other people's eyes, but it was too early, and there were no trees by the river, and the river bank was like a flat river, and she could see who was doing what a few miles away. After walking for a while, he refused to leave, squatting on the ground, staring at the river in a daze.She had no choice but to squat down on the ground and stare blankly with him.After squatting for a while, I couldn't squat anymore, so I took off the insoles on the ground and sat on the shoes.He also took off the insoles on the ground and sat on the shoes.The ground is very hot, even though the shoes are cushioned, you can still feel the coaxing heat.

She saw a pair of lovers by the river, all cuddling each other, and wanted to cuddle with him very much, so she leaned towards him and took his hand to play with.But he quickly withdrew his hand, moved aside, and said, "It's still like this? Didn't you see that I was suffering to death?" She was embarrassed for a while, and then a little proud, so I have such a great charm?Touching hands and rubbing shoulders can make him feel bad?She had no choice but to keep a little distance from him, and found a few topics to talk about, but he was not interested. In the end, she didn't say a word, just sat there and waited for the dark, and she had a strange feeling in her heart, why people always say "falling in love" ?It seems that it has nothing to do with "talking".

After finally waiting until it was dark, he pulled her over, grabbed her hand, and stuffed it into the opening of the zipper he had opened, but as soon as she touched it, he hissed, as if it hurt.Terrified, she asked; "Did I hurt you?" He said righteously: "It's nothing, the main thing is that the two fruits hurt, just be careful not to touch them, but don't be afraid, it doesn't matter if you touch them, it hurts a little, but it hurts more if you don't let it out—" When she heard the word "let it out", for some reason, she remembered that when she was a child, she had a boil on her head, and her mother used a needle to open the head of the boil, saying that the boil would not heal unless the pus inside was "released".But her boil will be completely healed if it is opened, but his boil may relapse, if it is opened today, it will be cured, and pus will grow again tomorrow, so she has to pick it again, giving her a feeling that there is a long way to go.

It seems that love is not only an emotional problem for men, but also a pathological problem. No wonder the husbands of the girls in the class either don’t come, and when they come, they arrest their wives and take them to that simple guest house.The man's area is a lesion, which keeps producing pus, and the woman is the predisposing factor. The man brings a pack of pus to see the woman, and as soon as he touches the woman, the lesion becomes worse and becomes inflamed, so he has to use the woman to squeeze the pus.But women are not fuel-efficient lamps. If you want me to squeeze pus for you, you have to pay a handling fee. Since most women ask for the payment method of "love", men have to put the few money in their pockets. The love bills were brought out to pay.

This is Yao Xiaoping's dialectical method of "the one in the front and the one in the back". In fact, it doesn't matter before and after, it's just a matter of bartering.Perhaps in terms of time, it happened that the man in front paid the love, and the woman in the back paid the sex, so it became what Yao Xiaoping said, "the one in the front, the one in the back". It is impossible to truly understand the truth of this proposition just by listening to Yao Xiaoping's words. Only by experiencing it personally can one truly understand the meaning of this sentence.When she looks at those couples now, she can see the essence through the phenomenon, from the back to the front.Those couples looked like they were leaning on each other and talking about love from the back, but they must be the same from the front. The female lover's hand was stretching into the male lover's zipper opening, busy squeezing boils! Her right hand soon became sore and painful, so she switched to her left hand, but she sat on the right side of Zhuoyou, and it was very inconvenient to use her left hand, and it was not easy to get up and run to the other side, so she had to switch back to her right hand, but after a while After a while, my hand became sore again, so I had to switch to my left hand again.She found that the other female lovers didn't seem to be as exaggerated as her. They just sat there, and they could maintain a posture for a long time. In his arms—that was using his right hand, and then he was sitting face-to-face—that was using his left hand. She didn't know whether it was the girls who were not squeezing the boils, or whether their wrists were tough enough not to ache as easily as hers.She thinks it's mostly the latter, and it's likely that they have a long history of squeezing boils and have worked out.These things can definitely be exercised, just like running. It takes a lot of effort to run a lap at the beginning, but if you run every day and keep running, you will run more and more easily, and you will be able to run many laps slowly. So she thought about the future, wondering if he would see her often after returning to D City?After this period, he should know that she loves him and is willing to do these things for him, then won't he avoid her?He has his own unit, where no one disturbs them, and they can do whatever they want, so he doesn't have to avoid her?But she thought that the two of them would do this together in the future, and she felt very boring.I just hope that she squeezes out his pus, and he will have the heart to fall in love. She was just thinking wildly about squeezing his boils. She didn't know how long she squeezed, but she knew that the sky was getting darker and darker, and finally it was dark.He whispered, "Use your mouth, otherwise you won't be able to ejaculate—" She can't wait to beg him to stop using the word "shot". For some reason, every time he says this word, it makes her feel sick. Although she knows that he is just telling the truth and doesn't use any dirty words, but She just doesn't like to hear that word. She looked around, but there was no one around, so she bent down obediently and touched his place with her mouth. She didn't feel any particularly unpleasant smell, but it was definitely not as delicious as milk popsicles, and she couldn't tell what it was like. Well, she has seen, eaten, and touched things in her life, and there is nothing that can be used to describe that thing, which shows that it is unique. He taught her little by little: "Hold it, lick the front with your tongue, yes - yes - that's there - do you feel the small hole? Yes - that's there - oh - so comfortable -" She knew what the "small hole" was for, and she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted, but she still felt a little sense of accomplishment when she heard him whisper "Ooh", but she didn't like the tone of his commanding her, as if she It's just a tool, not a person he loves. She said to herself, don't complain, the most important thing is to squeeze the boil, otherwise, he has no intention of falling in love at all. Thinking of this, she felt motivated, squeezed, Squeeze, squeeze hard, squeeze out the pus, and he will be interested in falling in love. He kept teaching her how to squeeze, sometimes telling her to suck, sometimes to lick, sometimes to make her deep, sometimes to make her shallow.Later, maybe because she felt that she could not understand his will, she simply started to do it herself.His hand is like a driver, driving her "pus squeezer". When he told her to be deep, he pressed her head hard, and when he told her to go fast, he kept pushing and pressing alternately. Later, she no longer needed to do it. What's the matter, he is manipulating it, she just provides a mouth to accommodate that thing, she feels that the main reason is that his spine is not soft enough, his own mouth can't reach his thing, if it can, It's better to use his own mouth, because he knows best when to be fast, when to be slow, when to be deep, and when to be shallow. She suddenly remembered a scene she had seen when she was a child. A demented child somehow offended a few young workers who were known for their love of fighting. They caught him, held his head down and made him eat the mud on the ground. That demented child Struggling to raise his head again and again, those villains pushed the dementia's head down again and again.Although the nature of that incident was completely different from the one in front of her, somehow, once she thought about it, that image took root in her mind, and she couldn't erase it. Her head was lifted and pressed by him, and her throat was pressed so hard that she wanted to vomit. Since she kept her mouth open, she had no chance to swallow, and the saliva began to flow out, and her neck hurt. She knew that she must be more serious now. How embarrassing it is, how humble it is, how humble it is, tears flowed out involuntarily. He was crazy for a while, and finally he was done. He didn't lift her head anymore, but pressed it there so hard that she could hardly breathe. There were cramps in her stomach, and the vomiting became stronger and stronger, and then she felt the thing It was throbbing in her mouth, something sprayed into her mouth, she knew it was the pustule she had fought for for a long time, she felt sick, and a force came from nowhere, she broke free from him, He rushed towards the bottom of the river, vomited while running, and vomited all his dinner before reaching the water's edge. She staggered to the edge of the water, rinsed her mouth with water, and rinsed her mouth countless times before she felt that the nausea had stopped.She looked back at the place where they had been sitting just now, and was surprised to find that he was no longer there. She panicked at once. Did he find that she was vomiting and got angry?ran away?Or did she fail to complete the task, broke at a critical moment, caused a catastrophe, and he was already dead?