Guys…You can call this a few extra lines,
Because I know these lines posted here are no longer mine alone. Someone can read them, consider them as fate, as feelings, or as a few trivial minutes…
For me…it’s just lines of text. In the middle is a hyphen…because between the two sides of the hyphen are the feelings of yesterday and today. The feelings of a person who loves the place where he was born and raised..
Remember yesterday..
It’s the second and third guys again..they are arguing fiercely with each other..
The bald guy said…God doesn’t give anyone everything..
He typed a few words in the group then glanced at Ms. Binh, his eyes blinking.
You bastard, you don’t understand, why are you hitting your mother? Why don’t you say something?
It didn’t say anything, bowed its head and took the pen to write for a long time, it pushed the paper to the guy… read it but the guy didn’t say anything… then pushed it to me…
It said, she is so beautiful, so gentle, she should be on a higher chair…she should be happier. But…
I sat silently, turned my neck to look at her…to be honest, she is a single mother…but looking from behind her, her slim waist, her curvaceous hips in her uniform…stretched out, as if wanting to show off something really beautiful inside…
Silent
That guy is stubborn and swears a lot. But he’s been silent all this time.
A moment later, he typed a few words again…this wolf {bald guy] is right…
It seems that the theory that God doesn’t give anyone everything is always true in this world.
I keep thinking about Binh’s story…she married a man, a family of handsome men and beautiful women, she has a small house to go back to…but her husband works far away. Sometimes he only comes home once every two or three months, when she was pregnant…it seems like she struggled because of love, because of missing him, or because of something unknown…close to the month of giving birth, she suffered from severe depression…and when she gave birth…she didn’t remember much, there was a time she mixed tapioca starch to feed her child…the baby almost…did not make it…
You went back to work… the zalo group… seems to have to shoulder most of your work… and today you are sitting there… feeling absent-minded, forgetful… we don’t know what you are writing or doing…
Life…sometimes is like that..the things of yesterday and today, the hopes of tomorrow..it seems no one can predict..
But for the mute girl, I understood… because of the loss, pain and deprivation of the beginning, it was the second half of the sentence…
God does not give anyone everything, but does not take anyone’s everything away.
So…please be quiet…be quiet to continue to feel about the mute girl…to see what the next stage of her life has to offer.
Dear friends
The first winter night is cold, the feeling of changing weather in the past two days makes people unable to get used to it…
I’m cold..wake up
I don’t know what time it is.
Lost in thought… it seemed like a vague feeling about the minutes that had passed, only seeing her arms still across her chest… the mute girl was still sleeping
The small oil lamp she placed on the chair next to the bed, the notebook she often used to write, the language to communicate with people, was placed against the lamp, making the little light push upwards… in this small bed, there was only the dim light of her arm across her chest…
Falling asleep..the feeling of jerking, the pleasure passed, making the 15 year old boy’s body roll over..sinking in silence..
It seems like she’s awake..because I felt her hand lightly pressing on her shoulder..
I asked, are you awake?
She nodded, smiling.
She was wearing a thin shirt, below, the lower half of the two were still naked. Two pairs of soft, smooth legs, warm with human breath, were tightly intertwined like braided rope..
Moving… her crotch seemed to be getting closer… touching, rubbing against mine that had been teasing me for a while now…
She still smiled, still held on, feeling spoiled like a child,..it was like a cake that she had eaten and now she wanted to eat more..
The head below touched the rustling hair, it hurt, numbed, and throbbed, causing tension in my lower abdomen as if to say…go..
Suddenly I sat up lightly… the blanket was lifted… her lower half was silent, her soft thighs were down, her four month belly seemed to be stretched out, lying on her side on the mat, lower down there, a slightly closed fork, a clump of green grass was peeking out…
She pressed the blanket…the halo sank, the fork disappeared..
I asked her if she was going to pee.
She reached up and tilted her head to write a few words…peeed, washed
Smiling gently, I walked out into the quiet night sky.
The village night was quiet, a few drops of rain fell down, wetting the yard. The jackfruit tree outside seemed to be standing silently, from inside the coop, my grandmother’s rooster suddenly flapped its wings.
Cock-a-doodle-doo…the sound of the rooster crowing at the second watch in the quiet night, the sound of the rooster crowing, the rhythm of the countryside still revolving…I entered the house, the clock showed 2am
The house is so quiet… the space seems to be for only couples… this land, this house, tonight you and I are still awake… excited
She lay on her side, her face down… I looked at her quietly. In the middle of the night…
Suddenly she pushed out the book..
I read in the dim light
I love you… I love you
But she is nothing.
You are like a pervert..
Immature head..makes me crazy
……..
I lay on my side next to him..reaching over.
two eyes, two sides, wet with two tears..
that moment,..
Oh love, why am I so anxious, waiting for it to appear, why am I so embarrassed now?
My hand caressed her without knowing what to say, suddenly she gently lifted her side, pulled up her shirt, and wiped the bottom of her eyes…
Immature mind…like an indifferent wind…
I told her not to be sad, I love her too.
Tu is just afraid of making her pregnant…
The mute girl sat up suddenly..she smiled brightly and gently held my shoulder, the hem of her shirt was still lifted up, revealing her full, plump breasts..she bowed her head and wrote..
she is pregnant
she looked up at me and smiled
I gently held her shoulder and kissed her lips softly.
Suddenly I said, who made you pregnant..
She wrote that the rice seller’s son…raped…
I asked..where..
at the pine tree…selling rice at night…
how does he do it….does he like it
she just shook her head…
Suddenly she stood up, put her panties back on, pulled my hands up, hugged my face, kept pressing my face against her cheeks. Then she rubbed my face down on her chest, grabbed my hand, put it between her thighs, jerked my ass back, held my hard cock and poked it at the fork, spat on her hand, spread it to the bottom of her panties, where the bottom of her panties hugged the slit below…
I laughed so hard.. I understand…
it squirted in her crotch…
She just nodded without saying anything..she leaned on my shoulder and hugged me gently as if to satisfy her heart..
this quiet space, only the hug left… to let two heartbeats surge in the chest…
I suddenly reached down and gently stroked her panties that had fallen down. The bed was white with a piece of fabric, her hand still didn’t stop, grabbing the buffalo pole… my cock was waking up.
Her standing position, her legs were spread slightly, her chest pressed against me… thick, cool, heavy, rosy, below I was still undressed, that thing, her hand was holding tightly
happy…so happy, so good, so painful, it feels like it’s going to explode…
Looking down there, the light shone on… the other side of L… her, the big thick mound, the sparse pubic hair was appearing as if inviting… I put my fingers down, the standing position, the plump slit… wet
Without saying anything, she tilted her head up, pulling up the kiss like the clouds were melting, the wind was blowing.
no more rape..no more lonely cornfields
no more pregnancy, only light of love
uh… uh… choking out the woman’s lust… pregnant… mother holding child in her womb..
gently bend down… both of us slowly bend down, sitting in a slightly spread position… her whole hand reached deep to touch my butt. It stroked my sad, pouty asshole, every now and then she jerked the buffalo tying post… hehe. hehe. cold..
but why is it so happy…
my eyes blurred.. suddenly remembered the day before the pink girl sucked on Mr. Dam’s cock… kissed her lips lightly.. i whispered…
suck it
she smiled..lying on her back gently…
the whole three-way intersection… the fertile green land… L… she was shining gently… I lay with my legs spread out, both of us were upside down
The light shone on the plump, tightly closed slit..a drop of white liquid..letting go through the thick, pink-white flesh, flowing along the hair..rolling into the private place down there..
.dreamily watching the drop of water ..it melted ..it sank , to the deepest place
I gently lifted her leg and looked for the drop of water.
.there it is, wet .. slippery in patches, spreading .. drops of water that men crave, crave, men possess, men fight, all because of that
Thanks to the day before he talked face to face. His beard was smudged.
I stuck out my tongue..dipped it in the drop of water rolling on the two grapefruit segments..rich.
Dark, light..hot, melting, my lips gently moved..
Oh.. water L… mute girl..water l..beautiful girl
Hey man, hey man, I’ve licked your pussy already.
She mutely jerked her thighs…
Suddenly she gently pressed her butt up and pressed her L… her face against mine… she rubbed…
Oh oh…her legs lifted up L…she seemed to be inviting…her hips pressed up, arching her body down heavily on her son’s face,
Uh..uh.
.smack…the groove spread out, rubbing against my lips really hard
I lay on my back..she spread her calves slightly, touching her hips..I put the pillow on my head..the dark and light area flickered..up there, very close, every now and then a few hairs, her L cage…were swinging before my eyes…
Someone said Mr. Dam was crazy, or a jerk, someone said he was a pervert who fucked his wife so hard her pussy was sore.
Hey wise kings, hey noble and enlightened men in the world…who has passed the beauty test…when the L.. flickers before their eyes..
Her mute face seemed to be groaning, hesitantly feeling like a sister, like a promiscuous person..
looking at the buffalo pole..the white cock sticking up..she pursed her lips..dipped her lips..her face up…silence
Someone said, sexual desire is covered up outside, inside… closed room, caressing, smelling, sniffing, examining… caressing… erotically… it’s all the same… the king is like a lowly person.
I didn’t think anything.. suddenly pulled her ass down.. the thick slit with two muscles L..
open up..spread out..hug my lips and rub them up and down
..ah ah ..aa
She looked up, her legs shaking as if they were about to collapse.
Press fast..
She pulled her buttocks, squeezed tightly…rubbed the slit hard…
The water gushed out, smelling of blood, the virgin blood I had torn the other day…she turned around…sitting on my chest, spreading her thick, fertile mound…
Her pubic hair shook and fluttered as her butt nodded and gently shook the tray, the meat tray… she seemed to want to tell… Tu to stab her again.
I looked at the fork, so beautiful, radiant beyond belief… then I understood why Mr. Dam and Ms. Hong moaned so loudly.
..there it is, oozing out, sticking to both sides of the pink flesh…
She leaned back… her arms stretched out. as if calling, as if greeting.
Tu, fuck me..love me again
Quack quack… the sound of the earthenware pot flying late at night seems to be tired, spreading its wings across the garden, as if waking up the girl on the raft…
I lifted my neck up..she arched her hips..her whole beloved land, big and thick, sparsely haired, full of water spread out..inhaled..following her feet, was shining invitingly.
she leaned back on her hands to get up
turn me over..her lips covered with rain, choking,
It seems like the feeling of shyness is gone…her ass is moving up and down…her pussy is gently entering my cock
my naughty mouth is like unconscious ..
it pops out again…fuck
her face blushed. she smiled
Somewhere far away, Mr. Dam’s voice seemed to echo in the quiet sky..
crow…nod
my hips arched up, the buffalo pole poked up searching…slowly, the slit…the hole locking the buffalo pole
in
I can fuck now…I whispered and lost my words.
She closed her eyes, smiling..she let herself and let her feet go..the raft on the river..the flower raft sending off love..going downstream again..the river of passion.
She lay back down…bobbing on the quiet river…swinging up and down. Her pussy clenched, arching up and down, shaking….
did you enjoy fucking me
she nodded
smile
I’m so happy…I love you so much…do you love me?
she leaned up and pulled my lips hard
somewhere here,.. only the feeling of love remains…so light in and out..where the flower bud she holds tightly…the ferry of emotions…the raft drifts…the wreath of love seems to have reached the rapids
out there…the rooster crows at three o’clock…
o o o….
in here the young rooster, …..nodding…the cock jerked again…
Her chest bounced up and down… soft, firm, youthful breasts, loose, white and pink
endlessly, my cheek pressed against her breast…
gasping for breath, her soft chest heaving. Floating like a banana raft on the river, sinking into the still river.
tonight …
what night was that night…
no need to know, no need for anyone to know
If only heaven knew, if only earth knew..out there a breeze was blowing..immense in here..the mute girl was hugging tightly
…………….
On this earth, the countryside, the bamboo shadows, the gentle river still appears… swaying in the wind, the sweet scent of rice still has eternal moments of love floating on the river of love.