Yes ,
I led the bike up to the yard, looked out the gate, the sky was already dark as if it was about to get dark. The weather was strange, at noon it was still hot, but in the afternoon a cold wind blew from somewhere…
I saw her smile, it seemed like she was very happy, she came to me and gave me a book, I read it. My grandmother often said, May night is not yet lying down, it’s already morning, October sky is not yet smiling, it’s already dark
fast and comment what she wants to say, ..
Where did you go that it’s so late, Tu? She tapped her pen on the cakes I was holding as if to ask…
Miss Rose for…
She felt like sad…
She took out the book again..I read the next page..
Music, garland around baby’s neck
I don’t understand ..
She pointed at the two words “baby” and took a piece of banana lying in the corner of the yard. She took a string and wrapped it around the end of the banana piece twice.
Ah…ah…I held her hand and shook it…did you and the midwife give birth today, but there were 2 rings of placenta wrapped around the baby’s neck?
She nodded and smiled.
Is the baby healthy and does it cry loudly?
She shook her head…
So grandma is not coming home tonight?
She nodded mutely.
You guys…there was a time when I said, my life is attached to the two words “midwife”, I followed her since I was a baby, until I carried her on my shoulders to follow her career of midwifery…she taught me, she showed me the uses, the names of each tool in the medical bag, to give to her in a dimly lit room, with only flashlight light…until I felt ashamed, I cried and refused to follow her anymore, those years I only heard my grandmother say, this baby has a garland wrapped around her neck once, but today the mute lady said there was a baby with the placenta wrapped around it twice…but mother and child were still safe, so the mute lady was happy, the mute lady waited for me to come back
Her grandmother’s career seemed to have permeated her. The midwife’s feelings of sadness and joy every time a healthy baby was born helped her… to no longer find life meaningless.
She gave me the book.. go take a bath..
I understand these words she wrote before I came back…it’s like a communication between an older sister and her younger sister, or something else, I don’t understand yet.
I held her hand again… cheering for her, cheering for grandma completing the most difficult birth of her life…
She smiled. It was a shy smile, but the corner of her eyes flashed with light…it was like a loving glance…
Around 7pm when the sound of the night, the quiet early winter in the countryside seemed to pass by peacefully… the sound of the stars echoed from the neighbors’ houses, the evening in the village was so peaceful, the mute girl had finished washing the dishes, she must be taking a bath… I held the flashlight and walked out the gate… because I just saw the light…
Uncle…are you looking for my grandmother?
Oh… is that you?
Uncle Dang…it turns out that he has a wife who gave birth to 3 daughters last year, but he is so angry that he doesn’t even give his wife chicken to eat.
is your grandmother home
No, uncle.
Come in and play
I led him into the house, sat him at the table drinking water…his face looked unhappy..
He said he thought the witch was at his house visiting…
Suddenly I asked. Will you have more children?
Laugh, I don’t know why I asked that.
Give birth, give birth when you have a son..you know, if only I could give birth to a son like you, it would be great..
I laughed. What’s so cool about it, uncle? Boy or girl is fate. Who knows? I used to follow my grandmother to deliver babies. I saw a family with 4 daughters and they were still happy.
I know that but I’m so angry, kid..if only someone would let me leave my kid there, that would be great…hiiii uncle laughed…when he saw the mute girl’s shadow walking across the yard..she was probably going to the house across the street.
Tu… what’s up, uncle?
The mute girl is so beautiful, whoever gets her will be very lucky, she looks fertile.
I smiled… a smile full of association… this morning my uncle’s wife said… it was a ghost… because it was beautiful, now I see my uncle saying… the mute lady is fertile… he must be daydreaming about the dream of being given a child by that mute lady…
It seems that the simple dream of mankind, to me at that time, I did not understand, could not explain what happiness, fertility, and beauty are like in the eyes of a mature man..
But that warm, smooth, soft feeling… as if ants were crawling inside him suddenly spread through the thighs of the young boy who had just entered puberty. Awakened him.
Uncle Dang was silent, I didn’t understand what he was thinking…outside the wind was rustling, the countryside at night was still peaceful.
Uncle .
what
Last year, when she gave birth to her third child, you didn’t feed her chicken?
how do you know
Because I saw my grandmother kill a hen that was about to lay eggs… and told her to bring it to your aunt to eat… because she gave birth to a daughter, your uncle was angry, so he let the chicken go.
Well then…at that time I was like a bucket of water with a broken rope…falling into the well because I didn’t know what to do…I was like that…later when you grow up and give birth to only daughters you will also be talked about this and that…go to family meetings…forced to sit outside the tray in the yard of the family church, you will be the same
hiiiii…i don’t know, i’m a kid…i can sit anywhere
what a kid..i’m 15 years old and i already know how to flirt with girls
really uncle..but did you have sex then?
what the fuck..just touched my sow’s breast and now..she already cums..ha ha
both me and uncle laughed
so…so..
what are you
where do you spray?
into my pants, where else.. tricked him into going into the old man’s garden.. mosquitoes bit him almost to death.. talked until his mouth was tired before he let me hug him.. flattered him enough to let him touch the outside of his shirt.. when he put his hand on my breast… the sky and earth seemed to thunder… I was so happy.. I cummed in my pants…
I laughed, laughed like I was roasting peanuts..tears and snot flowed…so in your time and mine, there was a scene of peeing in my pants..today you said it..men are men, in every era
have you had anything
I’m still young..
what little mother this year probably 15 right child
I’m over 14, uncle. Did you know when you ejaculated?
I don’t know what.. suddenly I was jerking in my pants, the hand that was fondling her breast.. slipped out of my shirt..
hihihi
laugh and laugh…but…uncle Dang’s story seems to have no connection…but suddenly my pants feel like they’re standing up
ok i’m going home..where’s your mom?
Mom go pick up grandma, she will come back later
I followed my uncle to the gate… intending to go to my aunt’s house to play… suddenly the cold wind blew back… the thin shirt seemed unable to keep the warmth inside… I don’t know why this year the wind came at the beginning of the season but it felt like it was in the middle of the season, I closed the gate… space seemed to be confined in my house’s land… holding my school bag to the house across… I was nervous
The mute girl had already dropped the curtains. She must be tired today…she must have fallen asleep because she didn’t sleep at noon…but…why is she still sleeping on the outside bed tonight…
can’t think of anything
The clock, the wind-up type. A gift from my grandmother at a conference, is still ticking steadily. It’s almost nine o’clock at night.
The village was silent, the purely agricultural village…at night there was only the light of oil lamps gradually fading into the quiet night.
brush teeth, wash face, close the door upstairs…
The room in the house had only oil lamp light left.
I lifted the mosquito net, feeling like I was awakened… the mute girl was lying on her side with the blanket loosely wrapped around her knees. Today she was wearing shorts, the flesh above her knee was white… across her navel, a small pillow was placed in her side-lying position… a strand of hair fell lightly on her cheekbone.
The wind outside rustles… suddenly it’s quiet… somewhere deep inside my skin I feel like ants are crawling… I turn down the light…
what
why is the mute still lying there waiting
waiting for lover, husband of first love
no..i’m just a boy about to turn 15…
some nonsense stories about the scene where he got to touch her breasts… pfft. he told them like they were coming back to life
swallow hard…chest feels heavy…
The lamp on the table seemed to be getting smaller…
I hesitantly lifted the corner of the mosquito net.
creak..the ladder shook slightly..tiptoe
In the mosquito net there was only dim light.. the wind outside was blowing again, I sat down quietly.. I looked at her in silence.. her face was rosy like the color of ripe fruit in early winter, her eyebrows were very dark, it seemed like her arms had fine hairs.. faint,
The story of the old man this morning, the image of the girl suddenly appeared… I lay down close to her and mutely…
quiet….
fingers suddenly wanted to reach out, the bed’s projection was only a little bit left..but it seemed so wide…the boundary of human personality..
The mute girl is asleep..what should I do?
Suddenly her mute hand moved…she seemed to lift her head slightly…
Her smile was shy…hesitant…
Her hand reached under the pillow…pulled out the book, she gently pushed it towards me…the words were blurry…
Tu…love me…I don’t know yet…
my heart is beating fast.. the feeling of touching her breast in the middle of the night yesterday, suddenly comes back.. now even though the light is not bright, I still see her smiling..
like there was more fire. when she gently touched my shoulder…
hold, pull as if wanting to return to the heart…
thrust my hips . my leg slipped between her legs ..
her mute face was red…like a fool…pulling…my face in…the kiss was like a fire…burning up…like a raging fire, the tiles melted, the sky and clouds were like a thousand years ago
I slipped my hand into her shirt… lifted it up… her pointed, heavy breasts were exposed, the pure, slightly dark, sweet nipples… rubbed, scratched, caressed… as if searching for mother’s milk… her mute hand dropped from my shoulder… groped for the waistband of my pants… hurriedly… circled, twisted my wrist… she jerked hard… tiptoed and kicked my pants… pulled them down
She held the boy’s hard, hot thing and caressed the head that had just slipped off the other day.
tighten… tense… her whole body kept jerking… rhythmically as if getting closer…
uh… uh… uh…
from the veins..i hear like her moaning
she pressed my head down…rub my face into her breasts…the feeling was like holding a rag…rubbing…rubbing…it was like an animal that had been locked in a cage for many years…let loose
She is also a beautiful girl, also knows how to love, also hopes for a first love… the source of fate, the lingering disaster… just because of the sperm… of the rice seller’s son… that her fate is miserable.
Her whole body felt like it was being released… it was like a stretched string… about to break… after days of pregnancy… sexual desire flared up when the fetus was stable… more than three months had passed, my grandmother had taught… surely she understood the pain of giving birth… when she was still a virgin
for tonight…what is happiness and love…she silently let go, let go…of the feeling of lust
…she suddenly took my hand and led it through the waistband of her pants…both of my hands followed…followed her, gradually going into the middle…caressing, her silent hand guided the way…..high mound…the grass…caressing, soft flesh on both sides…oh men…but lowly people or respected ones in the world…tell me about your feelings when touching the pussy of a beautiful girl
there.. a puddle of water, rising up with the burning spirit of men..
she pulled my hand up.. gently stroked the elastic of her pants.. slipped them down.. her legs bent slightly.. her pants were sliding down… down, straight down.. spread her legs slightly.. her lower belly was lying on her back, still bulging.
I pressed my hand into her soaking wet pussy…
no words, my throat felt like it was choking…my heart was pounding when she grabbed the man’s hardness again…
a….a….my throat felt choked when she kissed me tightly on the lips again
She closed her eyes… breathing heavily, pulling me to lie on her… her legs were slightly spread…
The sky, the earth, the wind, the rain seemed to stop…who has experienced that moment of surprise, the strangeness of men…it is the innate instinct of humans…when seeing the L.. of a girl
why is it so attractive, how beautiful, giving rise to a feeling of possession. pride, pride
hesitantly…i caressed her sparse, budding grass…on her pubic mound that was swelling and waiting…
the wet slit…slipped away…the fragrance rose…like calling…like greeting
Tú… Tú ơi… the other day… Miss Hồng moaned, arched her ass…
mute girl..now waiting, waiting…
I lay on her with her legs slightly spread… the game slid down between her thighs… the dick… entered and exited… lightly touching the head…
she arched her hips up…pulled my lips and kissed me hard….
I thrust… I rub, that instinctive feeling… there is wet… slippery… my dick keeps slipping… keeps going up and down
happy…so happy son first time fucked….
It was like unconsciously… arching. rubbing rhythmically.. everything sank… booming.. when I saw from within her gentle eyes a light flash, a light… tears rolling down
devil, earth made, heaven struck, holy thing my mouth…eats fish sauce and salt, suddenly blurted out a sentence, unexpectedly…when I lowered my face to touch her cheek…lightly suck her beautiful lips…sweet first love…let out a few sentences
you fuck
she nodded, sticking her butt up..
sunk