Good fortune comes from the mother – good people will be rewarded with good things
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I don’t know how to start this page, guys. Because the quote in the line above seems to have nothing to do with the story, but it’s not like that, it’s very present in the mute girl’s life, guys.
It starts with two characters that often appear, which are the life, habits, personality, and interests of Thang At and Thang Giap, because they say that only through hardships and time, especially the pandemic, can one prove who is lucky and blessed in life.
The second guy said that the horse-faced guy was a good-for-nothing, always thinking only about his own interests, competing and winning, so in the end he lost everything and now his name has disappeared into the vast ocean of life and people of the universe..
I chuckled to myself, thinking that the two of them were about to start a debate again, with neither side winning or losing. Oh well, whatever… these two potential opponents were born as opposites, destined by heaven…
Walking out onto the balcony, I remember the village again, letting the winter solstice night pass peacefully. Now sitting on the steps, looking out the gate, I remember that old day. A moment of peace of mind.
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Sister…it’s true that luck comes from mother…
Without the merits of you and your ancestors, I don’t know when my family would be so lucky. You know, a few years ago, when my daughter had just started school for almost a year, she encountered a difficult story. My family felt like there was a thorn stuck in the palm of her hand. My wife was mentally unstable and always used me as a place to vent her bad words. She said this and that. It’s not like now, she always asks me… ah… come over and see how Uncle Nhan is doing. If Uncle Nhan needs anything, please help him….
why do you say that, women, women… hehe… when their children are in trouble, they get upset and scream… but why do you say that happiness and virtue come from the mother?
oh..so you don’t remember
what bro
That sentence was what the professor said with all her heart that day sitting in my yard, when she was about to leave.
uh… I heard it vaguely, but didn’t pay attention.
Sister… she said only one sentence… made me think for several nights… now I just realized that it was thanks to your merit in working and living… compatible people, similar attachment to the profession, to people that Mrs. Phung came to visit the village… thanks to the virtues of you and your grandparents that Tham was able to go to school so quickly and urgently… no one in our family has a high position, now jobs are difficult… even after studying, there is no job… yet luck came unexpectedly… if it is not because of the mother, then where did it come from, sister… when the parents died, the old people taught them, the older sister took over as mother to take care of the younger siblings… isn’t that right?
I always remember my uncle and grandmother sitting on this step…how many years have passed, those days still linger.
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The day my grandmother Phung left home to say goodbye to my grandmother, she was filled with regret. I don’t know how powerful her words were. I only know that 3 days later, the uncle who went with her by car to the village sat at my house all morning to write the application. He went down to get it and took it to the commune to get it stamped. The next day, he brought it back to the province to submit. Only 5 days later, my aunt Tham received a notice to attend a 3-year medical class. With only two weeks to prepare, the sudden change of events made my aunt Tham change very quickly. Her half-loving, half-indulgent mood with Mr. Tuan, Mrs. Binh’s son, seemed like Mr. Tuan had fallen in love and had fallen in love, but I know that my aunt Tham for the past few months was just escaping from her sadness with her previous son.
Mr. Tuan ran after his aunt all day long, begging her to stay… swearing to stay so that they could get married and open a ham shop in the village. My aunt was always filled with the feeling of being able to escape from the bamboo fence of the village, all day long she went to my grandmother’s house and hugged her neck… sometimes her emotions were like expressing gratitude, sometimes she was wistful as she watched her mute sister walk back and forth.
My mother went to the province to study for a few more months. My aunt said if she went, how would her uncle be able to see her and help her with the delivery? Her belly was getting bigger and bigger. How could she go to help her uncle at night?
My grandmother said don’t worry, just go to school and become successful. The other day I heard grandma Phung say she will go back to the province to tell Miss Nhung to send a midwife to our village.
Only a few days left until my aunt leaves, my mood is very strange… she is a person with a strong personality… she is always playful, sometimes gentle and witty like the surface of an autumn lake, she is always the guide for me and the mute girl… now she is gone… it feels like I am lost and bewildered before so many changes.
I don’t know why, but with my aunt gone, the secret joys and sorrows are definitely not the same as before. When I come home from school, I also come home quietly with surprises.
Mr. Tuan kept following his aunt to this side. One day, his aunt sat in the room, laughing and talking with the mute girl. Mr. Tuan came over and his aunt whispered, “Tu came out and said that his aunt was not here, so she tactfully sent Mr. Tuan back to wander around with some girl. I don’t know which one.”
In the quiet night, I entered the house again. Before, my grandmother told me that after Tet, she would come sleep on this side. I don’t know why, but after January, she hasn’t said anything about taking me to the big house on the other side. She probably thinks that my mute aunt and my aunt have been reluctant to leave each other for the past few days. The feeling that my aunt and my mute aunt have been so attached for so long is like a feeling of not wanting to leave each other…
Auntie saw me come back… hehe… Mr. Tuan is back?
Yes.. he looks sad, probably wants to go out to the tent with his aunt.. I said as if to catch him.
no way, it’s not easy for the candy’s aunt to be like that…
I suddenly remembered the day I saw Mrs. Binh and Mr. Dam outside Miss Hong’s house last time. When I cycled across the field to Mr. Dam’s house, I saw Mr. Tuan and the girl in the tent again. I suddenly thought that Mr. Tuan must have known her just to find a place to hang out. At this time, my aunt was standing nearby. I said,
Aunt..do you know the story of Mr. Tuan catching fish with two hands?
why..why..what is this two-timing?
then he met his aunt…then he met another girl
huh…what did the candy say…who knows maybe i just said it casually…
oh ah..what is this, how do you talk halfway through the story..
I hesitantly walked into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, looking up at the sky tonight, the stars were shining through the hazy clouds. The moon had already passed, the dark night made this space so peaceful. Yesterday, my mother went to the province to study. Tonight, my grandmother didn’t come back. She slept over at the mother’s house. Her rule was still to be devoted to the birth of many children. She sat awake with the mother to comfort her, to examine her and help her overcome the pain. Only when the mother was about to give birth did she call her family to run down to my house and call the mute lady and the visiting aunt to come up and help her with the things that she couldn’t handle in her old age.
I went out, closed the gate, locked the latch…if someone came at night, they would turn on the light and pull the bell string hanging in the yard…it sometimes makes me laugh because the bell string makes a strange jingling sound
the yard space at the end of january night is dark, the sound of insects chirping in harmony with the garden music, it has been spring rain, sometimes the garden is wet like the biological rhythm of the weather, so punctual in the cycle of reincarnation, the four seasons. spring, summer, autumn, winter, now everything is silent to let the end of january night, the beginning of the year is gradually drifting into the quiet late night space
huh…..I saw my aunt’s shadow vaguely in the corner of the yard, I don’t know what she was thinking in her head…suddenly my aunt wrapped her arms around me lightly. She slowly pressed me closer and closer. Her strong chest touched my back. The cold night made my aunt’s hair sway in the gentle wind, drifting across and brushing against the nape of my neck behind me, making my neck sad…
I kept quiet and didn’t turn back..my aunt’s whisper was like a passing breath.
hehe..my aunt’s candy, her hair smells so good…she must have washed it with Thai soap today
Yes, yesterday my grandmother gave me two bottles of shampoo and a bar of fragrant soap. It smells good, doesn’t it?
I don’t know..maybe because my aunt’s candy already smells good
I don’t believe it..only Mr. Tuan is fragrant
hehe..what’s so fragrant..just the smell of cigarettes..I didn’t hear him smoking tobacco at one point..
So there are people who are drunk on him or something… hehe
no…i’m just having fun…hehe…oh what are you talking about playing two fish with one hand
well..i saw him…with his daughter…were they hanging out together or something…i haven’t told you about the incident i saw outside the vegetable field the other day…
really..
I heard it vaguely, I asked him but he denied it and said no way…I know very well, boys, when they see girls they are like crows seeing chicks…whichever one doesn’t swoop down and grab the prey tightly…You know how strange it is that men always carry a beggar’s stick around to probe the path and poke around
so have you teased me yet…
hee hee..not yet…I only have this stick. I’ll rub it every now and then to ease my cravings.
I do not believe…
I kept probing the mood… down there it was so strange, it felt like it was changing every minute inside… oh damn that story of the beggar’s stick poking and probing… now I wanted to act high and mighty, but it betrayed me… just a few times my aunt gently stroked her hand outside her pants, and she flew up and stood up straight, she was stretching her head high, wearing the elastic pants down there, my aunt’s hand was shaking and stroking back and forth…
hee hee…how…the other day the candy saw Mr. Tuan specifically. My aunt grabbed the high part and shook it like encouraging the beggar’s stick..she said tell me..hee hee..no I’ll say it, flick it a few times on the head and you’ll understand, candy
well,…see….
how
then saw that handsome man…
who
shake again…like breaking
pain, so much pain…
Who told you to die, be good and tell me, I will reward you…hehe
who tells here
yeah right..
Auntie understood and said… go in and hang the mosquito net, today I will sleep on the outside bed… I will go out and brush my teeth and wash my face first
the sound of trickling water… what else could I imagine… because I heard a sizzling sound, I hung the mosquito net and stepped lightly into the room… the bed where the mute girl slept and my aunt had let down the mosquito net, the dim light from the oil lamp shining from the small lamp on top of the wooden chest… shining through the outer wall of the mosquito net, looking inside was unclear
I gently lifted the mosquito net door..the mute girl lay on her side, the blanket lightly covering her body..her pink heels sticking out of the blanket, her body tilted, her chest protruding, the slit of her shirt revealing the edge of her breasts.
oh… i breathed lightly… the feeling just now from my aunt rose up with a sweet, passionate momentum, flowing strongly through the veins of the young man who had just entered… down below was burning, throbbing as if it was still reverberating… the pole wanted to be fed, anxiously waiting for my aunt to come in… not knowing what was waiting…
shyly looking at her, I breathed softly, quietly stepping out of bed, I crawled into the cold blanket… stroked my hand down, slipped it into the elastic of my pants… felt a sudden thirst… touched the buffalo tying post, felt a sudden tightness… nodded my head, my two testicles contracted and exhaled… ouch… so tight and painful
Aunt’s footsteps were so light.. the sound of the door latch in the quiet, immense night. Aunt stepped into the room..silence..I waited, lost in thought..my soul was like everyone else’s, a young man in puberty, filled with emotions.
After a long time, my aunt’s footsteps came out very lightly… carrying a pillow with a faint scent of perfume, a strong-smelling girl.. I don’t know what the priest’s wife gave the mute girl.. but the scent of perfume wafted in the endless silence, awakening the man’s sense of smell, the scent of passionate girls in their prime… who doesn’t wish for a wild night..
aunt…
Yes..
oh so warm
oh my feet are so cold
story.. aunt just washed it.. hehe
mute girl sleep yet aunt
just slept…these days she’s been taking Mr. Dam’s Chinese medicine for pregnancy and postpartum…maybe she sleeps easily, probably craves it too…hehe
what do you want? i asked
longing for that…
really aunt
but why… these days my skin is also rosy and healthy…
no… i just want to hug you… hehe
then hug me, in a few days my aunt will be gone…no one will let me hug her like this…i put my arm around her, my aunt rested her head on her arm, our faces touched, so close, my lips and hers touched lightly
like it, aunt whispered
like…sweet like ripe strawberry
eat…i’ll give you a kiss…
So have you heard about Mr. Tuan?
no need to hear.. aunt also knows he is still flirting, playing with his daughter.. aunt is not determined to marry him, why are you jealous.. by the way, when aunt leaves in a few days, if anyone asks, especially aunt’s ex-boyfriend asks.. just say aunt went to the city to work for someone, aunt told the family like that… okay
what’s wrong aunt
I want to gradually forget the past to focus on studying for the future…what is past is past…
this girl
Aunt and I are just one arm today… forever after we will still be aunt… and nephew
Yes..
good…aunt rewards
what reward
hehe..what is this stiffness?
My aunt gently slid her hand to remove each thing on my body… gently removed my pants… her hand caressed, silently, gradually pressing closer to each other, my skin and hers touched like fire… the feeling of her thighs slipping into my legs, touching lightly… the feeling of tension down there just nodding slightly, poking at the soft flesh… her lips gently and sweetly rubbed… gradually fading away, immersed in the quiet space that surrounded…
kiss…kiss…deep graze…u u u…something sounds in the gloomy chest…now echoes softly in the night as if luring someone’s soul into a ghostly sky
My aunt’s hand held my hand and placed it on her full, warm chest. I gently rubbed the firm, full base of her breasts. She stroked her hand down her belly. I woke up with a dreamy feeling. My penis was nodding to the rhythm of my belly arching. Now I felt like my aunt’s hand was caressing it. It silently swelled up, tensed up as my aunt’s hand stroked up and down. Pleasure, pleasure….flooded through my skin, in my hand touching my aunt’s plump breasts. My aunt’s plump nipple pulled my mouth in and gently stroked my aunt’s gentle breasts. I rubbed the base of the other breast, lightly sucked the nipple here..uhu,uhu..my aunt moaned softly..her chest arched up strongly..oh…tu oi…
Yes…
happy aunt
My aunt’s hand quickly pulled my hand that was rubbing her breast, drifting across her belly, pubic mound… the green grass. Her big, thick pussy slit spread open… wet… the slime was flowing out… her hips arched up when I stroked her protruding piece of flesh… her ass arched, her ass jerked slightly…
oh my god…so cool
Holding the buffalo pole tightly, my aunt’s hand shook it, gently sliding her body lower and lower…kissing my aunt’s mouth tightly holding the buffalo pole…caressing, gently…I was floating, arching my ass and hips, pushing deep to fill my aunt’s mouth which was tightly holding it
uh… aunt let go… uh… slowly, tu… aunt turns her butt… spooning position… the pubic area is lightly covered with undulating young grass, the green grass gently touches my lips, I wrap my arms around her, I hug her butt, thin, full, and plump… aunt spreads her legs and gradually lowers, the protruding piece of land is like a flickering paradise right in front of me, the slit opens up and touches my face… wet and flickering… faintly echoing in the quiet night, aunt’s voice moans softly… tu… i’m dying, i’m dying… i suddenly think of the sexual desire that Mr. Dam talked about… coming with puberty