Death anniversary…
How about it, …
It is a part of the ancient tradition, it must have started from the beginning of time.
ask who
the simple thoughts of a boy just starting out in life
today then, sitting here thinking back..it was so simple..
because it is an exchange… between 16 billion dead people and 8 billion living people through the incense smoke rising on the altar, where there is a picture of an ancient person… looking at a naked chicken as a prayer of thanks..
according to some theory of two arch rivals, in the zalo group…
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On today’s death anniversary, sometimes people just come to look at the offerings, all of which are strange dishes that the ancients had never seen before.
The feast that day was so simple…
those are just products born from the earth, rice plants grow from the sun’s rays
Early in the morning I came over, two pots of sticky rice were cooked, poured into a tray to pound into fragrant green bean sticky rice cakes.
The priest and I stood next to the mortar, pounding the pestle up and down evenly.
The hands of his two granddaughters… kneading and holding the sticky rice quickly… the sticky rice was hot, whispering and exclaiming, it was so funny.
two aunts and nieces each have their own beauty
niece in law, about 32 years old, she is short and plump, in the countryside the elders say that is buffalo hoof lump, she sits with her legs spread wide… that place keeps arching up
The priest winked at me. His four eyes looked through the two turtle shells, arched his back, and shook his head.
Looking at her taller niece, who was smiling invitingly, she opened her legs and quickly pulled them in, then said.
Pound quickly..or the sticky rice will be hard now..
In the other corner, some boiled chickens were taken out…stretching their necks…revealing below were two testicles.
Today, the priest’s wife wore tight elastic pants. She shook her butt as if she wanted to catch the eyes of the men. Mr. Dam’s nieces kept whispering. A few stories seemed to have a secret.
I was arranged to sit with the priest and some women because the two tables over there for adults were already full.
The wine is…Mr. Dam sent Co Hong rice…made from fermented sticky rice, castor oil sticky rice, like Can wine, fragrant, mildly spicy…
After a few glasses of wine, the blood was boiling.. his nieces and nephews were chatting, their cheeks were red.
remember yesterday..
She said she was horny..
I laugh… I wonder who else in this space is horny today..
The meal passed happily, I hurriedly helped clear the table.
The short and plump niece-in-law was washing dishes in the corner of the yard. I went out to draw water from the well and pour it into the basin, she was slouching around scrubbing….
Be gentle or you’ll get wet.
I smiled, my drunk mouth accidentally said…it was wet from yesterday, sister..
She looked up, her face suddenly turned pale…very quickly, she said…
Sit down and help me.
I took a small chair and sat down looking at her..
Hands on the basin with her sister stirring the plate ..
Tu…why, why…why did you say that..
Because…because yesterday, when I went to sleep, I was dreaming…I heard someone…talking in the room where the Chinese medicine is kept. A moment later, I saw you come out…
…don’t say it…i’m so embarrassed about that…
I suddenly thought quickly…the type of woman who always sets conditions…when I know the secret of the negotiator
I said…you are still young…you don’t know anything…
She smiled and said… don’t worry… you’ll know when you grow up.
So do you often go to Mr. Dam’s house?
I have…a few days I will come to visit you, then watch birds with you
So have you seen him go anywhere lately? Or has a sister come here like yesterday?
No, I just saw him complaining of back pain, one day he asked me to massage his back…
No wonder…
I suddenly saw Mr. Dam walking across the yard, saw me with Ms. Nu, my niece-in-law washing dishes… he winked… then smiled…
I sat down with the priest and his wife to drink water at the table in the back. The birds were chirping loudly. The afternoon was sunny. The guests were gradually leaving.
The priest said…this wife
Your wife is flirting…what are you doing?
What a beautiful girl, huh? She looks like a model.
Hey hey…what do you mean?
what do you mean
I will beat you to death now…but
But what wife..
Ah… because I feel sorry for her… this time I came home and called my friends to gather more clothes for her… lots of clothes, she’ll probably give birth in a few months..
yeah help him…just like jasmine did…
Suddenly Mr. Dam’s wife turned to me and said… Tu
what sister
Because of work, my husband and I rarely come home. Come over to see him sometimes, okay?
It’s okay, I’m with him all the time.
Yesterday I told your grandmother..no need to sew anything more..next week I will send some boxes of stuff by post to your home,come here and bring them to me.
Yes…
A few days later, Mr. Dam’s house was peaceful again…this afternoon the wind was cold, it seemed like the radio was reporting a severe cold…
Sunday my mom and grandma are at home.. I cycled to Mr. Dam’s house to see if anything had been sent from the province..
Mr. Dam’s front door was closed tightly…
I cycled around to the back gate from the field… saw my niece’s bike…not my sister-in-law’s bike, leaning against the side of the house…
my heart was beating wildly…
The door leading to the kitchen leading to the house above from the back was still quietly ajar… I tiptoed… gently into the kitchen behind.
The kitchen fire was still blazing, the pot of Chinese herbal medicine was boiling, steam was rising from the pot… fragrant
some half-eaten grilled corn on the cob..
where are you talking
why is there a car,..
my niece’s car out there..
The room where Mr. Dam slept was only two rooms away from the front room.
The sound of chirping echoed out…I guess, it must be him talking…
well, i’m not surprised…the story of men going in and out…hard…
but the moan…the moan.. hi hi..hopefully came out from under the blanket when i tiptoed to look in…
It was dim in there..because there was only a little winter light coming down from the open glass window..the curtain was askew there..maybe Mr. Dam pulled it lightly..
huhu… the sound came from the pile of blankets in there..sniff sniff..good…
the right voice of his niece…
uh..u..hey grandpa…close the blanket…my butt is so cold..
remember the other day, the tall figure, big full breasts.. wide hips of the girl next to the tray, squeezing the rice cake
oh my..that day he dared to spread his legs for me and the priest to see
today, you die.. dare to give fat for cats to lick their lips
shelf..
Who knows, maybe he’ll show me the same scene as the pink girl the other day, the scene where the man is on top and the woman is below, he said it’s like a normal story.
..oh no…
His niece…has one child. The other day she said it was because her husband was weak…that she became like that.
I tiptoed to the kitchen again.. the bowl of ginseng tea Mr. Dam left on the chair made me thirsty..
took a quick gulp and poured him some more from the boiling kettle.
The smell of his back pain medicine, the strong smell of licorice. The cool smell of ginseng.
.naturally hot in the veins
tiptoe, back around the door.
In there, Mr. Dam is sucking on his niece’s crotch…
Her legs were slightly bent upwards…her thighs were really big, really long and slightly spread apart.
aa….stop it, stop it…man…I can’t take it….
he looked up again…
He laughed like a bull and sniffed L….