This afternoon, while wandering in the fields, I accidentally received a phone call from a friend who was in a remote place. He said he was standing in a place covered in snow all around. The story kept flowing, sometimes flickering through the waves. I told him to go back to the village. I was walking along the plowed furrows drying the soil in the sticky rice fields.
He sighed and wished to end this phone call and send him some clips and pictures to ease his longing.
The phone call ended, I took off my shoes and walked along the lush green vegetable fields, my eyes drifted back to Ms. Hong’s old house to try to find the old frosted glass window that looked out onto the fields, fluttering along the fence with rows of flag-bearing chit leaves… when I circled back to the base of the ancient banyan tree
sit down
welcoming the cold wind blowing in, humming the song My Village…and wondering
what is homeland mom
that the teacher taught to love
what is homeland mom
Whoever goes far away also misses a lot
Let your mind wander back to your childhood days, remember what you’ve forgotten, and hope for those who appear on this page…a word of forgiveness.
Who knows, maybe tonight I’ll remember something for you readers,
please wait..thanks. best regards everyone
You guys..who are reading the lines on this page
Let me ask
Who is married?
Who once got angry with his wife, several days have passed and he wanted to make up but couldn’t.
Because of pride, or because of the surprise of women, women
there it is
It reminds me, it started from the saying of the negotiator.
Wife is the one who holds the knee and the arm
But how many people understand what women have and what they are thinking in their heads?
………..
she said just hug
Then she raised her head to find a pillow, then covered her red face with the towel she was drying her hair with.
she said nothing
I shyly looked up at the sky, counting the faded tiles, over the top of the mosquito net quietly. Around along the pole stretched on the top of the mosquito net, there fluttered the edges of floral fabric, looking so light.
my voice is very small
Miss
are you sad
Yes
who made you sad
no one
in ..
I don’t know why now she remembers someone
who is she
She suddenly took off the towel that was across her face, moved closer to me, her fingers kept touching my earlobe, drawing around my eyebrows, and circling down my neck.
I was sad and suddenly said
miss
her voice is so soft
so similar
I leaned back, my body still a distance from her, looking at her for a long time, her neck was so high, white, near the hollow of her neck, her chest was exposed at the collar
the feeling of anger resurfaced
she said
You know, for years there has been no man on this bed.
But every cold winter night, the image of two people still appears: the tall and thin father and a son from the past.
why so much like you
oh…i see
Miss
where is her ex now
far away
So in the past, she and he had…
my voice is very soft
tell me
Tu
Yes
Do you remember Tet two years ago? On the second day of Tet, I stopped by your house to visit my grandmother. I saw Tu walking into the house.
She just looked at Tu silently, then I said goodbye to her.
When grandma went out, she just looked at her grandchild absentmindedly.
oh, i remember
until the day she let her nephew see it at Mr. Dam’s house, it made her feel remorseful.
she kept thinking
so sorry ..
why is that
Because that is the beautiful image of first love, it is so pure and innocent of youth, she kept it to have the strength to overcome the lonely days when her father left her.
But that day, I saw her in that state.
It kept her up for several nights.
then she worried I said.
Tu …
Later you will understand, no matter how strong women are during the day, every night they still cry silently, because they can’t share with anyone, when they encounter difficult things.
Your silhouette, it reminds her of the beauty of first love.
I was stunned and couldn’t think of anything.
how much spirit was there just now
now suddenly fly away
suddenly thought,
life is full of irony
It turns out that when people grow up, they all have their own stories, happiness and suffering, it’s not as simple as what we see on the outside.
I opened my eyes to look at her again, in the depths of her eyes tears were falling gently.
she…she
Miss Hong did not say anything, I just felt like she was choked up.
I raised my left hand and wiped away the tear rolling down my nose.
He slid his right arm around her neck very lightly, feeling as if she was moving her head up slightly.
she, she
I suddenly moved closer, hugging her tightly.
Miss …
I’ll lend you my shoulder, cry to feel better
shh…shh…
Her chest felt as if it was heaving…sobbing.
choked up.. like very fragile
My left hand was still on her shoulder, she was lying on her side, the soft fabric shirt had uneven buttons…
There her breasts were full, her lying position revealing a patch of flesh.
oh..look
heavy, floating emotions..sweet and gentle
children’s breasts and rice warehouse
Breasts are a delicious treat for men, when sexually aroused
She didn’t open her eyes when my hand gently touched her shoulder.
Both were still in the warm blanket, suddenly quiet.
The blanket covered my head, in here I could only vaguely see her and I touching each other at the nipples.
I patted her shoulder very lightly.
she gradually fainted…it seemed like the sobbing was over
suddenly in the dim darkness..
her voice
like sinking into the old days of nostalgia, first love full of hope
Hey, Telephone!
Oh ..
who
Dad, that’s not the name.
yes…it’s me…
do you miss me
yes..i miss you so much
why did you leave me that day without a word of goodbye
I don’t know what to say…
suddenly remembered what he said yesterday
I said…it’s because of the situation.
her heart was pounding
she seemed to be immersed in a moment of love
I closed my eyes…
think recklessly…the mouth let out a sentence…
so do you miss me
i have
remember the first time you and I…
Have
where
at the base of the mahogany tree in my garden
do you like it
Have …
do you remember how old you were that year
i have
that year i was nearly seventeen
do you remember when you held me tight
i have ..
why are you here with me now but not hugging me back
That sentence seemed to have nothing to do with me at that time, it was just a little bit of emotional enticement from the past..
her, the time, the first love
when she was still lost in longing for her distant first son
it seemed like her body was moving
She pressed her body closer..her arms fell tightly around his back,
what are you doing
her lips touched mine
pencil
Older brother…
Her voice trailed off, as the two suddenly rekindled their first feelings.
She leaned over, gently lifted her hips, in the dark blanket… her thighs pressed against my hips, she slipped her hands through to take off my shirt, very quickly
strong
tilting her hips to touch the bed
I reached up and pulled her shirt off,
very light
lips pressed together, emotions never leaving
it’s so floating, half asleep, half awake..
her hips were so heavy that they pressed down on top of me
just kissed ..
Tears still fell every time she left her mouth.
to breathe
the sentence
Hey, Telephone!
I said again
I’m here pink
on my bare body, she pressed lightly
She rubbed from the neck, down the back, around to the buttocks.
her hands were in constant hurry..
It seems like dreams, associations, or crazy love are all the same, my friend.
She reached back, grabbed the very hard pole, and clenched her hand..
uh…she stroked gently
her voice was sweet… whispering on my lips, her tongue moved over to soak my lips and sucked hard
uh… uh,…
felt like her chest was tightening, filled with emotion..
her hand took mine
quick pull
touch the groin area that is slightly tilted back
big thick pussy, chubby slit
drenched
smeared down there and condense
thin shorts that show off the belly
no underwear, loose pubic area L…
there rises immense fertility,
Unexpectedly.. yesterday I only saw eyes looking at me, now I have touched the dear skin of your belly
stroke up and down, two soft edges of flesh
always spray grass, below is the vast land ..
just like that but so many people fight over it, so many people wish to own the land once
hour ..
oh how strange
yesterday on Mr. Dam’s house
lush green patches, dense grass
now it is as sparse as grass that only meets spring rain
later she told her to shave it off…so she could swear
give up he never see again
I said ..
pink
Do you remember the first time we fucked each other?
Have ..
I remember
are you happy
uh…uh…i have
take off my pants
uh..take it off..
fuck me
I lifted my finger up and pulled the elastic of her pants along her plump butt, she lifted her butt up…
The thin shorts drifted down to the end of the bed.
I gently moved my body
count on her
she said honey…suck my pussy like the first time to make me happy
She clamped my legs, intertwined them tightly together.
L slot. She pressed back against the hard pole.
honey…fuck me…
uh…i want you to fuck
delirious
my hand fondled her breasts, so firm like young grapefruits…
Her breasts were as plump as ripe mangoes.
uh…
I’m dead
Hey, Telephone!
you are so happy L…no pink…i want to fuck
uh… honey…
I’m so happy
phone
here i am
you suck my pussy
The sentence was so quick that it almost choked, it only lingered in the cotton blanket on a cold, dark day..
Suddenly she opened her thighs, quickly pressed my head down…my face passed through her warm, smelly, tingling belly.
She put her hand on the back of my neck..as if she wanted to press my face into it.
her whole lower abdomen was really thick and tense..
slowly gliding past as my mouth drifted over the mound..
suck on the piece of meat hidden at the top of the slit…
protruding and plump
ah ah …
there there brother thoai..
suck hard
uh…oh…bro
up there her voice… seemed choked
It was like she was drowning in nostalgia, in love.
I turned my body vigorously
I slid my hand up her ass and pressed it against my face, holding it tight.
lying on your side, like at home on a cold night
I wonder if she opened her eyes up there.
but very quickly the buffalo pole was being held tightly in her mouth… her mouth tensed up
her voice..
honey…your cock is so hard
I don’t know who is hallucinating..
you or me
old talk
now the body
the young man
I don’t know
just feel happy all over
as she was sucking on it, both thighs stiffened
strong hip penetration
just sucking each other
Miss Rose
old story
today’s guy
after more than ten years…hugging each other tightly
both of them trembled from time to time
she felt like she was choking…when sucking the buffalo pole
here her ass is shaking hard L… in
ah….
.uh…uh….
A aaa
Her voice echoed through the blanket as I drew up a line where two grapefruit segments split.
so…
like a flood
like the year 71..
The father of the youngest son told the story of the broken dike.
dizzy
platform
the dike broke
tense up..trembling
her voice
brother phone
she was limp
be quiet
indulge
she lay on her back and arched her thighs…
I gently lifted the blanket, the wet water on the bed surface darkened.
The light from above shines on the inviting tray
Ms. Hong’s meat tray
indulge
pink in it
still oozing honey…
flower, dream man sigh
Now she let herself fall on the mat
……..
outside there is only the sound of the wind
through the glass door, some rustling leaves of the Chinese chives
the wind blew down the field
the pink house, isolated on the edge of the village
Today he talked to her about his feelings.
…
I want to sleep
But
The sound of children’s footsteps shuffling onto the yard
Mom…
She seemed to wake up when she heard a child’s voice…
Mom here…
Mom just slept a little
She bent down and kissed me on the cheek.
Speak softly..
you lie here