Heehee…
I write three syllables hihihi, this word, means I’m happy…smiling
So my writings have readers interested… friends, I am often haunted by the poetry of Doctor H… loving my homeland through each page of the small book… at the beginning of the opening lines of this theass I said the word {I} here is just a personal pronoun…
First of all, I’m happy and thank you two, ongsapgia_dây thi and hivu_con trinh..you have very interesting opinions…hihiihi
Guys, have you ever watched the 1986 version of Journey to the West? I believe so.. and maybe many of you have watched it over and over again.. I really like it, you could say I’m addicted, every time I cover myself with a blanket to watch each episode… have you ever noticed there are 2 versions… in MB, Ms. Kim T… narrated, in MN, Mr. Huu V.. narrated, the opening music is still played on tiktok now.., the orchestra is gentle, gently spreading and then exploding… at that time the translator said three words… Journey to the West… gently then… original work Ngo Thua An…
So, the original… in this thing, the context has many segments, and many characters. The part where Miss Hong spoke. The prototype is like the paragraph and comment of Mr. Ongsagia… the character asking is a 15 year old boy, who doesn’t understand the custom… hiiii.. the next part my grandmother offered her 9 bowls… this could be Miss Hong speaking too quickly so it’s wrong or she was teasing her little boy, sir..
When writing this part, I let my emotions flow into the context at that time and followed the original, I said, writing…writing is the hardest thing in life…emotions lead, not forcing it to come out in words…hiihhi…in my village, every time a woman dies and drifts down the river…they pull her up and bury her…3 days later they bring incense, lamps, flowers and fruits to the place where the body is pulled up…the shaman or so-called shaman always prays (three souls and nine spirits), go home…or else the soul will drift down the river, get lost in the market…
Uncle hivu _still a virgin..hihiihi..
Your comment mentioned another story and another character..hihiihi..at that time when going to Mr. Su Chi’s funeral… Ms. Tiet said…{please give me the link to get married}…not Nga..hihiih., that story temporarily stopped at the part…Tien and Nhung were going down the boat to Cho Chinh…at the request of Yen, Ms. Hanh’s daughter..
The author hasn’t told the rest of the story yet for personal reasons. When I post the next part, I will tell you why I haven’t been able to post it yet. There are many people in that story..including Haiphong – my fan club often reminds me..hihiihi.
only then do we know what human love is, simple emotions.. even though it is simple, it may not be suitable for today’s pace of life, but it is still hidden in every person, because it is the soul.. the truth that everyone has..
Thank you everyone for your attention..I hope to receive many words of encouragement from you all…Thanks..Best regards to you all
At that moment, the table in the middle of the house where the mute girl sat was… quiet, the language of the mute… it was filled with sobs,… um… choked… her tears kept flowing, she couldn’t say a word… at this moment she also couldn’t hold a pen, write on the paper what she was thinking for everyone to read.
But there is one thing that forever until now, I believe she cried because of emotion, cried about the age of 13..14 when she lost her mother, lost her father..
I cried about the injustice of being accused of being a promiscuous person. I cried about what sadness I felt later.
Auntie held her shoulder, her shoulder shook, one side of her little girl hugged her arm very tightly..
Aunt Hau said, come on.
.It’s precious for everyone to celebrate my birthday, I’ve only heard about it, seen it in movies, but when I was 23 years old, no one celebrated my birthday, my hometown is still poor, few people do these things like the city..
this is my nephew…showed it
She and the pink lady just followed suit…
Come on cheer up ..
Today is your birthday, be happy, not cry…
The little girl used her small hand to lean over and wipe away her tears…so natural as a child…she kissed the mute girl’s cheek which was pale with emotion…
Blow out the candles, girl…let’s blow them together…
The candle went out…the pink lady turned away to wipe away her tears, the aunt felt choked up in her heart…
Suddenly from the slope up to the yard… the flashlight was shining… the voice of the youngest uncle’s wife’s aunt… heavily stepping onto the yard… followed by aunt Tham, the youngest daughter of the aunt… near the door the aunt’s voice was loud…
Fun…is the rice porridge ready yet, sister…my grandmother asked my grandmother
I finished eating, auntie come in and have a drink. My niece went to the other side to eat cake, her sisters are celebrating Tam’s birthday.
My aunt said…this lady…is not our biological grandchild..what are you doing…
The youngest uncle must know his wife’s personality, so he said, “Just sit down and relax. What’s the point of discussing those things? The eldest sister is doing a good deed… who knows, maybe God will be there to witness it.”
Oh well..your aunt’s voice sounds sour..I don’t see it..you keep worrying about trivial things, that girl over there, your daughter is withering away day by day..
Auntie…well, how about it..
My aunt is the youngest uncle’s daughter. She is 22 years old this year. Two years ago, she went to study at the irrigation college. She also hoped to have a job in the future, a bright future as she had initially wished. More than a year later, only nine months left until graduation. The most beautiful days of her youth. On Tet holiday, my aunt came home. Her skin was rosy white. Many nights, my aunt had to stay up late to keep watch and chase away dogs.
Boys from the village, boys from the neighboring village, and any other village, my uncle doesn’t remember their faces. I only know that after Tet, my aunt came back with tears in her eyes.
That day, I only saw my grandmother, my mother, my aunt and my aunt closing the door and whispering… I didn’t know either, the village and everyone was silent.
I only know that a few months later, my aunt quit school..my aunt’s body kept getting thinner..my grandmother and mother kept whispering..her career was gone, her future was uncertain, she closed herself up at home..
pregnant…aunt’s story, it was like an earthquake in the village, just quietly kept in the house, everyone sighed silently
Today..
Aunt walked into the house across the street..her eyes were also blurred with emotion..
the days when aunt went to school… surely aunt understood the language of love between couples, the precious love of each person, the simplicity in the time when people were still poor and did not dare to show it off, not enough to show it off according to the times
The pink cake was cut… everyone was happy again
Dear aunt… Tam, I don’t know so today… I don’t have a gift… You’re lucky to have this birthday cake… I have a lot of clothes… Someday I’ll choose to bring over the one you like… If it fits, I’ll give it to you
Miss Hong said…this girl with that belly how can she wear your clothes
right…he is luckier than me…
Auntie said… what luck is it?
Well, it still carries blood in its body…still loved…but me…
Aunt Tham left the sentence unfinished..
okay baby..the past is past..let’s eat cake to celebrate
I listen…feel…because that day my aunt forced my aunt to have an abortion…I don’t know what the impact was…now my aunt is withering…withering because of regret or withering because of something else, I don’t understand.
remember the day the two of them argued…they said…the happiest thing for a girl is to be…that thing, to be a mother, to be a woman…to carry, to be pregnant.
.but how many people can fulfill that wish in life?
That day…the story kept going on…until late at night, aunt Tham slept with the mute girl…in the bed…two women…two moods
…….
This year the winter is very cold, in the middle of winter, on the winter solstice, the frost is freezing cold, a few days ago my grandmother and mother kept whispering… in the evening my mother brought home a new cotton blanket… the red cover has pictures of peacocks dancing… the blanket is a rare thing, a small fortune of girls when they get married…
my grandmother put in the room..
The mute girl just shook her head, not daring to admit it.
Grandma said…my child, people are the most precious, she saved you, brought you back and didn’t regret anything, it’s so cold and the blanket you’re using is so thin…these nights with the frost, how can you sleep…
That night was the coldest night…the cold numbed my face, chilled my head,
almost 11 o’clock at night, someone’s voice calling from outside the gate echoed in
Nanny, ma’am
I walked out..there was labor pains…
The road at night, passing through the village, the flashlight was flickering… my uncle whose wife was in labor carried my grandmother.
I carried the mute girl, two bicycles, clattering, zigzagging, shaking hands, staggering in the night. The cold seemed to seep into every breath…
At the fork in the road, the road turned into a small village, with grass underfoot and gravel crunching in the middle of the road.
My grandmother stopped the car.
..at this point the road is small, the rice fields are winding, let’s walk slowly, ladies. If you ride a bike and fall, your mind will suffer.
The old lady and the old man cycled ahead…the warm coat, late at night, can’t keep human warmth.
.grandma’s car lights gradually faded away ..
The mute girl suddenly stepped closer…the night was quiet…the neighborhood was far away, the weather was cold, her arms hugged me tightly…
Our hands were numb from driving earlier…, we both hugged each other tightly…putting them into the gap of our shirts, sliding them up, rubbing away the cold of the winter night
Kiss… kiss she was silent as if holding back in her heart…
These past few days, I’ve been wanting each other, wanting to hold you tight.
She mutely removed the single blanket that had been placed on the back of the luggage rack. She placed it under her butt to keep from shaking while sitting. Her plump pregnant belly covered the two of them.
the wind seemed to stop blowing
I miss you so much..
These days I miss you so much, mom is at home..I don’t dare go into the room..
She didn’t say anything..in the night, I only saw her dimly pulling up her sweater..revealing her chest..fragrant, so fragrant, the smell of her..faintly the smell of colostrum, oozing out of her nipples, her warm breath, her white, pink breasts now faintly visible in the sky.
her breasts were heavy and plump.
I sucked her breasts, endlessly in the cold night sky. She held her breasts, rubbing and rubbing them. I pressed her big, heavy nipples.
curved nipples sticking up chubby, plump heads,
playing, playing with her as if wanting me to suck on her
thirsty..i sucked it hard, panting urgently.
.it seems like she’s afraid that guy will wait too long..if we go back, you and I…will die.
her breasts pressed tightly, I sucked like a thirsty child
Her hand stroked quickly, rubbing upwards, reaching through my tight pants.
She held the whole bush… held it, rubbed it all over the scrotum, gently squeezed the ball… she stroked the hard thing that was getting harder and harder…
…uh uh..ii..her voice in the night seemed to be moaning softly..I thought of the sound of a clay stork…sending off boys and girls to the waterfall, to the rapids,
suddenly i shivered again..i can’t remember because of fear. or was it the pleasure that was shaking intermittently
holding the shaft, she stroked around the notch..her hand caressed, circled around the base of the cock that was sprouting pubic hair
I kept jerking up as if I wanted to poke…the layers of clothing between her cold thighs.
My hand was rubbing on her breasts. Hand down her pants..
here it is, gently rubbing her 4 month old belly, protruding fully, standing with legs spread, warm, a gentle mother carrying a child
…the pubic hair touches the pubic hair L… thick, rustling hair…curly, tangled, some thick, some thin
I don’t know, forever I don’t know…
anyone touched L… the most beautiful girl in the whole countryside.
Is anyone touching or has touched L…my dear pregnant wife..
the belly is plump, bouncy..the L..pregnant and swollen…
just arch up.. plump slit like it’s closed
caressing the hand down… down there is tightly holding the drop of water in me, the drop of water is slippery… because the kiss came so suddenly… both of us, no one knows that at this hour in the middle of the way to deliver the baby
the intersection..her feet were shaking slightly.
.it’s plump ..puffed up, bulging out plump, like a pink lady, sitting up, pushing her plump turtle-like bulge next to the tray ..
the slit…slick with slippery fluid…when my finger pokes in, it opens gently…I wish I could kneel down, turn her pussy up and suck on her slit…there it is…..
My fingers curved and rubbed… hooked into the slit, blurred…
warm, her pussy was open…closed, my finger caressed the edge of her pussy…
hooked up the protruding flesh.. fell into the deep cave down there.. the bottomless cave.. the bottom L..,,, men always wished for, her heart shivered. her stomach tightened.. the muscles at the edges of the grapefruit segments shook, it seemed like water was flowing.. soaked her hand,, sloppy… L she tightened..
…my dick also jerked up and down…
Her mute hand clenched tightly..wet her hand and the pants she wore inside..
my shoulder was aching..her teeth were clenched..
she bit her shoulder when the heat came… pregnant woman
Both were silent, chest heaving with panting..
both of them didn’t say anything…the secret love…in the middle of the field, in the middle of the night, the frost was flying. The cold night, the mind was surprised, touching L…stroking dick, why does it feel so good so quickly?
forever
later she said…her meaning appeared on the words her thoughts..
She could never forget that night of groping in the middle of the field all her life.
…in the freezing winter…both let go,
what hold each other tight..
She kept kissing me like she didn’t want to let go… her breasts kept rising and falling, letting herself be taken in by everyone.
I said go ahead sister..
she shook her head…uh huh…like she wanted to hug again
I fondled her breasts…her breasts were so beautiful…child’s breasts…
sucking endlessly, not knowing if it was because of love or lust
I just wish…that I can hug you and hold you later,
carry her body with her throughout life
Flashlight from afar flickered out..
both of them silently… frantically fixed… their clothes that had been messed up for a while now
uh…why don’t you go on?
I’m quick.
.My sister has been having a stomachache for a while now..I’m afraid of getting lost..Both of you sit here and wait for me.
oh my god..i’m bothering you again..
oh so you are pregnant too
Yes..
please help my family..mother and child are safe..
she nodded
.smiling..
She pinched my arm..as if to say..
devil, lying like a rock
almost 5am that morning..
I was dozing off on the bed outside… across the room
she was mute with my grandmother and a few people were whispering
back support, pressure, breathing
Every now and then my grandmother’s voice echoed out.
push baby, push harder…it’s almost out…
..the crackling sound of the fire burning, it seems like salt is being dropped in to dispel bad luck…hoping for the baby to be born soon
, fragrant smoke from the room, the rural maternity room..
aa a.. sound
the sound of labor…i suddenly thought that the aaa on the street was happy, this aaa was painful…
still echoing in the cycle, woman, girl ..
The cry echoed in the quiet dawn…
the same cry of thousands, millions of creatures when they first pass through the gates of death…the gates of life…
still carries the umbilical cord of the mother who carried the fetus in her womb
all the same..
Suddenly I touched a patch down there. It was sticky and had a slight fishy smell…
that thing is wilted, like the neck of a dead chicken with its head tilted… the rooster crows, after crowing, tilts its head and goes to sleep
…………
It’s still winter..almost half a month..the nights are very cold..
This morning I sat with him again by the fire behind his house talking about his birds in a cage covered with cloth all day long.
Only at noon the sun rises… the weather is warm so he opens his cloth shirt to dry in the sun
Birds and humans seem to feel the same…hunchback as if they don’t want to do anything.
Mr. Dam said…this guy
The day after tomorrow my family will have a death anniversary. I will invite you and your grandmother. Tell your grandmother that I will invite her over at noon.
Whose death anniversary is it?
She was his wife who passed away more than twenty years ago…his son’s priest and his wife also came back that day….
yes…let me go tell my grandmother…