country evil

One day at noon, after one o'clock, I ate a few pieces of corn buns and lay on the bed, thinking of the fluffy weeds and deep ravines in the private plots, I was a little dizzy, and some parts of my body became more energetic.

Just feeling uncomfortable, the phone rang.

"Hey, Jiang Biqiu."

"Uncle Yao, where are you?"

"I'm at home, what's the matter?"

"I'm in the bean field beside the Hornet Hill Aqueduct, come and play for a while, okay?"

"Of course, I'll be here right away."

A few miles to the west of the village, there is a stone aqueduct built many years ago. It crosses the mountain pass from north to south. After being abandoned, it has become a landscape. On a sunny day, it was dry and sheltered from the wind, and no passers-by passed by, and the bean field of Jiang Biqiu's house was on the nearby Banpo.

Lin Le hummed a little song, ran and jumped, turned over two mountains, crossed a ditch, and arrived at the mountain pass. Jiang Biqiu was indeed cutting beans on the half slope. Her stout body bent down and lifted up, showing some difficulty .

A woman asked a young man to go up the mountain in broad daylight, but she didn't know what she wanted to do.

Sun was on the pole, and there was no one else on the slope except the two of them. Lin Le offered to help her cut the beans.

One was cutting vigorously, the other was stuffing the back. The two of them stood next to each other, dallying, but did not speak.

She picked up the beans, turned her back to them, and touched something like a farm tool, not a sickle or a hoe.

Lin Le took advantage of her bending over to put away the bean stalks, pretending not to care, dawdling, because it was a hot day, she was wearing a pair of thin cotton trousers, which were tight, and when she bent over backwards, she showed a clear outline .

He slowly cut the beans, and she also slowly gathered the bean stalks. The two of them were squeezed together, and they touched where they should touch.

The noon sun was warm, and the two of them were sweating on their foreheads.

The last row of bean stalks could have been cut in two or three strokes, but after about ten minutes of cutting, she stood up, stepped on the back stalk, and stuffed it tightly.

"Since you asked me to come, why not go after playing for a while." Lin Le looked at the side of the aqueduct.

She kept silent, picked up the sling, and dragged him down into the aqueduct.

On the ground, weeds covered the bottom of the canal tightly, and branches, dry grass, cattle and sheep, and human excrement were scattered underneath, and there was a smell of weathering after drying. The two of them worked together to clean up a small piece of clean land, and then Pull some hay on it.

Now that we have played the game once, we are familiar with each other, talking softly, like old friends.

On the mountain, the sun is scorching like fire, but in the ditch, it is cool.

This place is still several miles away from the nearest village. At noon, no one came to the mountain, and even if they did, they would not reach the ditch.

As a result, the game progressed leisurely, as if all the time belonged to the old niece and little cousin.

Before the game activities started, Jiang Biqiu, as someone who had been there, habitually conveyed a deep love.

Lin Le enjoys her care very comfortably, and is really embarrassed, so she stretches out her little hands to take care of the kind old niece.

Minutes passed, the game moved on to the next step, and the more intimate encounters began.

It's like opening a web page and finding the link you need most.

After linking, the extremely smooth browsing began.

This is a wonderful realm that cannot be imagined.

After all, the first time I was in the storage room, I was very nervous, but this time I can be regarded as familiar with the road.

The two were playing with one heart and one mind, and no one noticed that someone came near the diversion canal.

A woman in black trousers.

She was in her fifties, carrying a basket, walking slowly, bending over from time to time, tearing a bunch of grass from the stone wall of the aqueduct.

It is a herbal medicine that can only survive in barren and cool places, and is specially used to cure evil fires.

Speaking of this woman, no one in the local area knows, no one knows.