The autumn rain fattened the autumn pond (other adult novels)

Mom, can I blow this morning glory? ”

“You can blow it.”

“Will it make a sound?”

"Yes, it will ring in your dream tonight."

"You're a liar. You're a puppy." She smiled, just like the morning glory blooming.

On the balcony, the father smiled lovingly and stroked Luo's soft hair tenderly. From spring to autumn, golden Hypericum, graceful purple mallow, charming poppy, and elegant chrysanthemum bloom here...
There are also many lovely unknown little flowers.

Who said that these beautiful flowers are the sexual organs of flowers?

I was dreaming again.

When I woke up from the dream, it was another autumn rain. The rain keeps falling, falling on the Guanyin Mountain opposite.
It was falling on the grass slope in front of me. The rain was not actually heavy, but it was still damp and wet, making A'luo's dream unusually moist.

In the dream, A Luo is often trapped in the lonely and cold rain, the drizzling autumn rain.

A Luo has always stubbornly believed that this autumn rain belongs to women. Because it is sensual, ethereal and psychedelic, with a minty flavor.

I don’t know why, but when she wakes up from her dream, she always covers her hairless vulva with her hands, as soft as raindrops, or like yellow leaves flying, covering the narrow slit of her vulva.

At this moment, the vagina is moist, just like the autumn rain. The night was long, the wind was still blowing, the rain was still falling, but A'luo's heart was aching.

She is scared. She was confused.

Another rain came, gently knocking on the city and the vast roofs, far and near, knocking on each tile. It is like the ancient Leigongqin, with a fine rhythm, a touch of softness and intimacy, seeming real or illusory, just like the hand that quietly attacks at this moment.

This is a very familiar hand. It slowly meandered up from the bend of Luo's feet, stayed for a moment on the inside of her white thigh, and then reached into the wet vulva, playing lightly and heavily, like the falling autumn rain, an impromptu performance.

A Luo's soft waist arched up. She looked at the light rippling on the roof tiles outside the window with confused eyes, and let the cold hands stroke her legs. The soft Wu dialect between her lips sounded like poetic, just like the low murmur of a nightingale in the south of the Yangtze River at night. She was intoxicated in this desolate and light chill.

She stretched out her little hand and gently grasped the handsome thing, lamenting its power and ruthlessness. Then, a cool feeling of water filled the space, and she could hear her own heavy breathing as the object entered heavily.
Then there is a familiar nursery rhyme mixed with the nasal and guttural sounds of the mother's chanting.

In an instant, she burst into tears.

The thing went in and out, out and in, repeating that warm tenderness, and the female flowers opened and faded, faded and opened again.

Her slender hands were wrapped around that strong back, bearing wave after wave of impact. The heavy autumn rain, one after another, was like countless rapidly rising and falling hammers, hitting her so hard that she couldn't breathe. She shrank and shivered.
Trembling, I just held on subconsciously.

Her hair.

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Maybe it’s the water from Suzhou’s West Lake.

A Luo possesses the tranquility and gentleness that are unique to Yangzhou women. Yangzhou women don’t seem to have much to offer at first glance, but their natural, gentle beauty can withstand the test of time, and the more you savor them, the more you can feel their unique flavor.

Ze was very lucky to marry a beautiful woman like A Luo. When I am with A Luo, my heart is always at peace.
Without the frustration and anxiety at work, life is as calm as still water. And A Luo's calmness and tranquility always reveal his tenderness inadvertently. Even making love is so refreshing, with a hint of passion in the gentleness.

"Where's Lie? He's not home again?"

"Yes, I think you should talk to him. It's more convenient to live at home than in school." A blush passed across A Luo Mingli's face.

"Well, actually, the college entrance exam is coming up next year, so I'll be more focused if I live on campus."

"What do you know? You're always not at home. It's better to have a man at home."

"That's true, my lady."

I was attracted by her half-anger and half-anger expression, her charming eyes, and the black and sexy tuft of hair under her armpits that was exposed when she casually stroked her hair.

"Go away, you old fool."

A Luo tried to push away the indecent hand, but he felt a chill in his lower body. His lace panties had been pulled off, revealing his fine pubic hair. Her pubic hair was obviously trimmed into an inverted triangle shape, straight and tight, pointing directly to the entrance of her vagina.

A Luo exclaimed softly. "Pfft, my daughter is at home."

"She's upstairs. She's fine."

I couldn't wait to sink into it. It was thick and warm. This was the feeling of home.

A Luo gently raised his waist. He had been doing this action for more than ten years and was very familiar with it. However, he could learn new things by reviewing it. Every time he made love, he would have new feelings. A'Luo has a strong nasal tone and speaks in a muffled voice, which, combined with her soft accent, has a unique charm. The moans and gasps during sex add a bit of sexual interest.

She closed her eyes, and tears of excitement floated on her long eyelashes. The sweet fragrance of her vulva seemed to flow around the surface of the water, and her swaying body was like the reeds by the water.

"Um…………"

A thin stream of wet water flowed out from between her buttocks. Her excessive sensitivity meant that her climax would always come prematurely. This may be due to her usual reserve and tenderness.

Ze increased his strength with some joy. He liked the faint sounds made by the woman when making love, which seemed like whispers and were intoxicating. The inseparable love between the two people formed an incomparably beautiful and harmonious melody that filled their hearts with joy. Every rise and fall was in perfect harmony with each other.

Slowly, the smell of semen filled the room, like mellow wine emitting its aroma.

In intoxication, Ze pressed deeply against A'luo's vulva, forgetting the rotation of the earth and the hustle and bustle of the world. In fascination, he let out a dull cry. It seemed like a moment, yet it seemed like a century. This day was so beautiful, warm, and sweet...

This was not a dream. Luo completely let go of himself in the lingering rhythm of lovemaking, completely blending and dissolving.
Feeling the pleasant caress and the murmured whispers, she fell from the clouds into the cage of happiness, her gentle hands pressed tightly against his shoulders.

"Zhe, I'm going to die..."

Ze took out the thing, which was crystal clear and shining. At this moment, she was so beautiful, so wanton and lascivious, so breathtakingly beautiful.

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The overnight wind and rain washed away the dust on the mountain path, but left a thin layer of dew on the grass beside the path and in the woods. A white residual mist was floating in the air, sliding through the branches and leaves, and then gradually disappearing into the depths of the woods. The mountains are very quiet, even the birdsong is so gentle, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping morning.

"Silly daughter, you don't even sleep a little longer, but insist on going out for morning exercise with dad."

Choose to wipe away the morning dew on your hair lovingly.

Every time he went home, he would always take a walk in the back mountain, just because he had an extremely familiar feeling walking there. The bluestone road beneath my feet, the solemn temple hidden in the white clouds, the coniferous trees on the mountain, and the lavender flowers blooming on the roadside always touch the deep homesickness in my heart.

"Dad, how long will it take you to come back this time?" Duan looked at the tall and majestic father beside him. Duan is very beautiful.
Whenever she chuckled, a shallow swirl would appear on the left side of her oval face, appearing and disappearing from time to time, filled with some happiness.
Filled with some sorrow.

"Just a few days. You know, Dad is always busy. I feel really sorry for you guys." Ze is a senior journalist who is fluent in Arabic and is based in Cairo, Egypt.

Continue walking along the mountain path. There are several maple trees standing unevenly beside the road. The breeze blows gently, and the trees are flushed, which makes people feel intoxicated.

"Who is drunk in the frosty forest at dawn? Every drop is the tears of parting..." She murmured softly, and tears flashed in the corners of her beautiful eyes.

Ze's heart moved, and he turned around to look at her, who was staring at him intently.

"Daughter, what's wrong? You have so many feelings at such a young age." Ze felt a little guilty. After all, he had been away from home for a long time and cared too little about his daughter.

"Dad, can't you change your job?" Duan raised her head, her voice a little hoarse, with a desolate tone that was not appropriate for a young girl.

"Maybe after a while. I have already sent the report. Alas... but it may be difficult." Ze was a little helpless and silently looked into the depths of the jungle.

"Daughter, there is a kind of Chinese tallow tree in my hometown. It is smaller than maple leaves, but its red is brighter than maple leaves. A night of wind and frost will make it redder and more beautiful, just like a drunk beauty."

Ze wanted to change the subject, but saw Duan turned his face away, a few tears welling up in his eyes.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? Tell your dad where you feel uncomfortable." Ze was a little at a loss. An adolescent girl is an unknown mystery and an unpredictable world.

"Dad...I love you!"

"I love you too, my daughter." Ze gently stroked Duan's long hair, which was as delicate and smooth as silk. He felt pity for her and guilty at the same time. The lack of fatherly love and care has always been the deepest pain in his heart. He has been wandering outside for many years and is always heartbroken.

“No, Dad, you don’t understand…you don’t know…” Duan couldn’t hold back her tears and looked sadly at her father who had no idea about the situation.

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It was almost noon that day, and Duan felt unwell, so he went home early.

"Lie, I beg you... please don't torture yourself like this, it's all my fault..."

Duan heard his mother sobbing. What's wrong today? Mom and brother are both at home? Duan was surprised to hear Lie's sobbing.

"Mom, we can't make any more mistakes. It's not your fault, it's mine. I shouldn't..."

Duan's heart suddenly turned cold. What happened?

She slowed down her pace and walked slowly up the stairs. The scene in front of me was extremely obscene. My mother was naked, lying on the floor. Her beautiful body was dazzlingly white, and the pubic hair in her crotch area was messy and piled up in a disorderly manner.

What was horrifying was that her brother Lie was kneeling between his mother's legs, pulling his hair like crazy. His lower body was naked, and his hanging penis was incredibly large.

"I just wanted to go home and get some clothes, but I couldn't control myself...
Mom, you are so attractive..."

Lie burst into tears, covering his face with his hands, obviously in great grief.

"It's all Mom's fault. It was too hot, and I thought no one would come... so I didn't wear any clothes. Lie... Actually, you don't have to control yourself. It's not good for your health to keep it in your heart. Especially since you're just starting to grow."

Mother's hands were so white, and they looked even more distinctly black and white when they fell on Lie's hair.

Duan couldn't help but shiver. How jealous she used to be of her mother's pure and elegant face, her charming smile, and the graceful movements of her gestures. But what about now?

Duan suddenly felt a little nauseous. The holy and noble statue collapsed in an instant, and Duan felt extremely terrified and panicked in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for everyone..."

The mother covered Lie's mouth and said softly: "Lie, you haven't let anyone down. As long as you don't say it and I don't say it, who will know?"

Lie raised his head, his eyes full of contradiction and confusion, "Really? Is that so?"

He stared at the beautiful cloud in front of him. He really wanted to leave this world and go to another place to find the happiness of his dreams.

The mother kissed his fingers, his eyes, and then their lips touched, and there was a hissing sound as their bodies joined. In this terrible black wave, they were swimming intoxicated.

Duan shed tears and silently twisted the hem of her clothes. The truest things between people disappeared completely, and kindness was like the bran for pig feed, scattered in the pure sky. The heart is moldy, and the surging blood is dirty and dull.

Lie was like a mad beast, waving its sharp claws and tearing the prey beneath it.

The world is so dark, it needs a fluorescent light!

The mother was convulsing violently, in excitement, twisting and turning on the already messy floor, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Luo suppressed her unreasonable restlessness and adjusted the strings of her thoughts, but the damp strings only made faint and chaotic noises. She could no longer compose a movement out of these scattered notes - time was like a blue river, sighing, flowing swiftly and silently through her empty heart, flowing into the boundless wilderness.
Alora opened the window, and the wind, carrying fallen leaves, happily brushed across her cheeks. The faint sunset cast a shadow across the courtyard.
It’s almost dusk again! Why hasn’t he come back yet?

Staring at myself in the mirror, my cheeks are flushed, as if I am shy, and my eyes are full of charm, just like my first love. What she has always been proud of is that since giving birth, her figure is still so graceful and her skin is still so fair and delicate, so that the boys in the class are often obsessed with her.

She slowly raised her hands and untied the straps, revealing her exquisite body. Her breasts are not big, but still round and firm. They have not sagged with the passage of time. Instead, they show the unique charm and emotions of a young woman.

She closed her eyes slightly, caressing the cherry-red nipples, moving down along the slender curve, and lingering in the valley with lush grass and plenty of water. In an instant, a shudder flowed through her whole body. Unlike the frequent and rapid insertion of fingers, emptiness and loneliness were invading her emotions. She was eager and murmured to herself: "Le...ah, Le..."

Outside the window, the moon rose, a faint, miserable question mark.

The phone rang.

Ah Luo's movements froze, her expression still immersed in extreme sexual desire. She pulled out her fingers.
A stream of clear water gushed out. She licked it in her mouth and picked up the phone.

"Hello..." She found that her voice was a little hoarse and very coquettish.

"Hey... why aren't you talking? I'll hang up if you don't say anything..."

The other party was still hesitant, slowly, and for a moment, she almost died.

"Mom, it's me..."

"Ah! Lie...where are you? Mom...Mom, I miss you so much..." Luo could clearly feel the wetness and warmth of the vagina.

"Mom... I heard, I heard... Dad is back..."

"Yes, do you... want to come back and see him? He will be going out again in a few days..."

"Is he there? I…I want to talk to him."

"No, no... He took your sister to Xinhua Department Store to buy clothes. Are you... Are you in school?"

"Yes, at school. Mom...I'm going to die..."

"No, don't hang up. Lie...you go home...we can talk it over at home...um..." She liked listening to his voice, just like the flowing water being blown by the wind and the reeds expressing their loneliness.

"Okay... okay."

Lie thought for a long time, and the ups and downs of his inner sorrow began to show some wrinkles and ripples. After all, his mother loved him.

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I remember that day, Lie and his mother came back from visiting his grandmother.

It was raining so heavily that I could hear the rustling sound of raindrops hitting the car windows. Outside the car window, on both sides of the highway,
The wheat fields with swaying green waves under the clear sky, the ponds with rippling water, the curved bridges, the tall bamboos, the ancient ginkgo trees standing in the cemetery, and the beautiful and tall Metasequoia trees nestling against the riverside villages, were all dissolved by the obscure wind and rain.

A Luo, who had drunk some wine, had a radiant face and looked out the window intently, appearing unusually bright and charming.

It was the first time that Lie gazed at his mother like this, intoxicated by her peerless beauty. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, boom, boom, boom, just like the thunder in the afternoon.

The mother in Lie's memory is dignified and virtuous, a typical Jiangnan lady, gentle and graceful. She has always been a goddess in Lie's mind.

This daughter’s red wine, which has been brewing in Jiangnan for more than ten years, is really strong. It was the first time for Lie to drink.

"Lie, today is grandma's birthday, just drink a little, it's okay." A tipsy A Luo forgot that his son was only a high school student and agreed with the relatives.

Even when he got on the bus, Lie's heart was still beating fast and his mouth was dry. He groped and reached out to take the bag next to his mother, but instead of getting the mineral water, he felt the warmth of his mother's thigh.

A Luo let out a moan but didn't move, apparently still immersed in his reverie. The car was speeding up, and the rain outside the window had stopped. The sun was shining, and it felt like A Luo's warm hand on my face.

Lie supported the limp A'Luo and opened the door. His mother suddenly collapsed on the sofa. Her flushed and shy face was more dazzling than the African balsam blooming in the corner. Lie was also a little dazed. The room was filled with faint and delicate fragrance, which made him feel like he was dreaming.

Even now, there is still a kind of hidden pain, fear, sadness and joy in Lie's heart that tears his heart apart, like huge waves hitting the reefs.
From then on, he often suffered from insomnia, night after night.

How did it all begin?

Lie sat in the lonely darkness, listening to the breeze rushing outside the window. Through the dim light coming through the gaps in the curtains, he silently gazed at his mother's beautiful face. Her long, thick hair was as soft as flowing clouds and scattered on the armrest of the sofa like a peacock's tail.

"Often, I lie quietly on my couch/
Thoughtless or meditative
Daffodils flash in my inner eye/
It is the happiness that a solitary person enjoys: my heart is filled with joy/
"Dancing with the daffodils" Lie suddenly chanted Wordsworth's poem in confusion. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground, stroking the hot body with trembling hands. He saw it, saw it...

Light pink, goose yellow of late spring, cherry-like crimson, all the beauty was gathered in one person, his mother - A Luo.

That day is one that Lie will never forget for the rest of his life. It was like a dream, yet so real. He cried, and his tears poured down like raindrops all over the wetland in this sunny spring valley where flowers bloomed in full bloom.

This is his journey out of the cocoon. Who could have imagined that the passing of eighteen years of youth would be so painful?

He roared and sank into the damp valley. Along the way, there were birds singing, flowers blooming, bees singing and butterflies dancing. He walked through the tree-shaded paths, walked across the broken bridges and flowing water, crossed the cliffs and peaks, and then followed a stream, climbing up hard.

The gurgling tears and the dripping sweat mixed together, the sticky white mixed with the sticky white, this is a gurgling stream,
Winding along, who knows where it flows?

A Luo closed her beautiful eyes, savoring the maturity of this lust, this feeling was so deeply rooted. The nasal sound she usually made when making love was whispering softly, like the night rain falling on the eaves.

A'Luo's eyes opened, still as clear and beautiful as before, but there was a pool of silence in her confusion. She stared blankly at her son, her most beloved son, who was lying limply on her, and the mixed feelings in her heart were like mercury leaking out of the ground.

"Lie..." There were teeth marks on Lie's shoulders. They were caused by her biting him. How could she, who was always so delicate, be so ferocious?

"Mom, I'm sorry, Mom... I'm worse than an animal..."

Lie screamed at the top of his lungs. The nightmare was cruel and the world was pale. He collapsed to the ground, feeling extremely painful.

"I blame mom, mom... I shouldn't have let you drink, especially..." Especially this top-grade daughter's red wine is a unique aged brew of her family, mixed with poppy powder, which has an aphrodisiac effect. There was a lustful smell in the air. A Luo's lower body was naked, his mons pubis was slightly raised, and his love juice was dripping.

She didn't know how to comfort her son. In fact, at that moment, she was sober and could have stopped it.

"No! No! I was wrong..."

Lie screamed and ran out of the house. His figure was lonely and full of boundless despair and sorrow.
A Luo closed his eyes in pain. Who else would be willing to do that? Was it fate or personality? She had already fallen into the abyss of incest.

That day, the father took out his daughter's red wine.

"My dear daughter, this is specially prepared for you."

"Dad, this wine is strong, and I still need to go home."

"It's okay. You've always been the best drinker in the family." His father was right. Before marriage, Luo was the best drinker in the family.

"Come, have another drink, grandson." Lie was a little shy, but he drank it anyway. This was grandpa's wine and he had to drink it.

"Dad, he is still a child, do you want to get him drunk?" Luo rolled his eyes at his father in reproach and snatched the wine glass from Lie's hand.

"Lie, don't drink any more. I'm going to go out for a while." She felt the urge to urinate frequently. The wine turned into secretions in her stomach, pressing on her bladder.

She staggered a little, holding on to the dirt wall of the toilet.

"Sister, after all these years, you are still as beautiful as before." A pair of familiar hands hugged her from behind, and she knew it was her eldest brother.

"Brother, don't be like this, my children are so big now, and my sister is old."

"No, in my eyes, you are always so fresh... and smell so good." He sniffed the white scent around her neck and untied her belt.

"No, brother, don't..."

"My dear, you know that your sister-in-law is very strict... I have missed you so much over the years..." His huge penis had already penetrated her valley.

"Ah... not here, brother..."

"Good sister, sweet sister, let me fuck your little cunt..." He was still so strong and rough, and Luo cried.

"Don't cry, sister, it's great, I feel so good."

"Slow down, it hurts..."

"You know, my second brother will be back soon."

"Ah, why did he come back..." Luo was pushed against the wall and felt that his body was not his own.

"He's coming back to fuck you, girl. It's been a while since we've been together."

Yeah, how long has it been? It's been more than ten years. Wasn't it just to escape when I followed Ze to wander far away? At this moment her vagina was warm, the memory of this strong impact was so familiar.

"Hehe...your pussy is so tight, like it's never given birth to a child..."

My eldest brother is still as shameless as ever. He is the bastard who took away my virginity, but why don’t I hate him?
Could it be that...A Luo didn't even dare to think about it. The sunlight leaked in from the cracks, shining on the two entangled bodies, wandering unsteadily.

"Brother, are you ready? I'm coming in..."

It’s my fourth brother’s voice. What’s going on? Didn’t he go to Wenzhou?

"Okay, it's almost over, just bear with it for a while."

The eldest brother increased the pace and the force became more intense.

"Why is he back?"

"It was mom who asked him to come back. You forgot that he is his sweetheart."

"Ah, go deeper, I'm there, I'm there... I'm going to die..." Luo only felt that he was in the clouds, floating lightly.

"Third sister, you are so beautiful."

When did fourth brother come in?

"Ah, don't touch that...it's dirty..."

"Hehe, it's not like I haven't done it before, sis. It's really tight."

A'Luo was sandwiched between the two of them, her whole body not even touching the ground. She hummed, "How many years?" The past is like smoke, but it has never disappeared. History repeats itself, scene after scene. The fourth brother was still as brave as the first time, like a young tiger coming down the mountain, full of enthusiasm and passion, much more energetic than the older brother who had aged much earlier. A Luo smiled in his dizziness.

At this time, my second brother came in.

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A Luo seemed to hear again the murmur of violets among the green leaves and the whisper of lilies of the valley in the fragrant grass.

She was a little excited, like a girl in her first love, shy as water, and the thick layer of gray cloud pressing on her brows turned into light smoke like gauze and soft drizzle in the blink of an eye. Eyes as sharp as scissors, teeth as white as jade, two dimples at the corners of lips, skin as delicate as a baby's, A'Luo in the mirror chuckled softly, it was a "crystal-like smile".

The column is the rising sun, the source of fantasy. Suddenly, a muscular 18-year-old boy walked towards her, and a refreshing and fresh breath hit her face. Just like after a night's sleep, when you open the window, the cool morning breeze brings a refreshing coolness and lush autumn colors.

His eyes shone with divine light and he let out a long roar. She could vaguely see the bright red blood coursing in his veins. After dozens of days of heavy rain, it’s time for the sun to rise!

Luo thought to himself, am I sick? The hunger for desire, the entanglement of lust, the drive of impulse, the temptation of wildness, the thirsty vagina is always looking forward to the wetness of autumn rain?

Fantasy, enthusiasm, distress, and boredom were like a fly caught in a spider web. The more she struggled, the tighter the bonds became. The rope of incest had already bound her snow-white jade neck.

"What's the harm in doing it again? Who will be hurt by this?"

God created humans and also created incest among humans, Luo thought bitterly. What matters is happiness, not suffering. At the last moment of life, the soul emerges from its cocoon like a moth, breaks away from the heavy body, and flies into the void. The meaning of life ends from then on and continues in reincarnation.

"Mom, what are you thinking about?"

Lie stood behind her, holding her slender waist tightly with his strong hands, and she was excited.

"I missed you, I missed you so much, it's great to have you back."

A Luo turned and stared at him. He was sunny and healthy by nature, but there was a hint of melancholy around his thick lips. Her heart was ached and a little painful.

"Mom, you're so beautiful."

Lie hugged and kissed her, her cherry lips were as wet as rain, with the fragrance of lemon and a slight bitterness.

A Luo was so moved that his body became soft as cotton and his heart was pounding, just like his first time experiencing sex.

"Mmmmm...Mom is so sweet..."

Why is it that the fruit of incest is so bitter, yet one enjoys it so much?

Burning with desire, Luo grabbed the thing, it was rough and broad, she thought shyly, it would feel so good to put it in!

The small room was filled with some amazing sounds. The ups and downs, long and short, fast and slow, like the humming of wind and the singing of rain, have a magical and wonderful rhythm. No matter what beat it is, A Luo prefers the appearance of the water inside the female.

"ah……"

A Luo followed the vibrations of the column, rising and falling, absorbing the essence of the love between mother and son. The sound was cheerful and loud.
There are the mother's murmurs and the son's murmurs.

The horses were galloping like fast horses on the grassland, stepping into the shallow stream, showing no mercy and torturing them at will.

With trembling hands, he touched the white neck, "Mom, Mom..." His arms were so strong and firm, and his eyes were filled with despair in madness.

The light in Luo's excited pupils gradually faded, and she smiled with tears in her eyes, "Good son, thank you..."

At this moment, the wind and rain outside the window stopped, and everything returned to calm as it was torn into pieces by the wind. Luo heard the Sanskrit sound of "Go Home" resounding in the heaven.

Lie quietly looked at his mother's peaceful smile, she was so beautiful! The beauty is pure, profound and mysterious. Lie has always firmly believed that her birth was just an accidental stop.

He loved his mother deeply, deeply and unforgettably.

"Mother……"

He called out to her affectionately, his trembling hands tracing along his mother's slender curves. This was a tragic story that should not have happened between them, but it happened right in front of his young eyes.

"Mom, this is the dress I prepared for you. Look, it's so beautiful! Only you are worthy of wearing it."

Lie slowly dressed his mother in a lotus-grey western-style dress and tied her hair into a high bun. She looked noble, dignified, elegant and quiet, like a beautiful white swan.

"Mom, your son will go with you. In the next life, in the next life, we will be husband and wife."

He slowly lay down beside his mother, a beautiful smile appearing at the corners of his tightly pursed lips. The dusk deepens,
The inky black sky is dotted with pale stars. There was a heavy drumbeat in the distance. Return to silence.

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Ze sat next to his daughter, his strong body sitting upright. He seemed to be listening attentively, but also seemed not to be listening. His deep and sad eyes were cast forward. The swirling raindrops outside the window and the night light intertwined into a subtle and gorgeous pattern.

His face was expressionless, and in just a few days, his temples were already gray.

I drew the curtains, and the darkness was like a giant bat, devouring all organic life. It turned out that death was so simple.

The lights of passing cars shone through the gauze curtains and cast some moving, strange shadows on the wall. In the small and dull room, Duan's gloomy eyes gradually became clear. She turned her head to look at her father, and she still had the same expression.

The sound of raindrops hitting the window was clear and monotonous, resembling the rustling sound of silkworms eating mulberry leaves, and made her thoughts drift into an ethereal and graceful world. She seemed to see how the silkworm of life chewed the evergreen leaves of time bite by bite, how it transformed and was reborn again and again, and rose up in unprecedented suffering.

"dad!"

She suddenly cried out, softly but clearly.

Ze looked at her and smiled, bleakly, lonely, pale and powerless, "I'm fine, you go to sleep. You've been busy for a few days, you must be tired."

"Dad!..." She called out again. She really wanted to hug her father, but then she let out a slight sigh.

"Children should not be depressed. Duan, everything will pass."

Duan was pleasantly surprised to find that her father called her name directly. Her eyes opened wide, and her beauty was sad and stunning.
On this rainy autumn night.

Ze's eyes are not big, his eyelids are neither double nor single, and his pupils are very dark and deep. Once there was persistent enthusiasm and abundant vitality hidden there, but now, there is a bit of melancholy and loneliness.

Their eyes met, and it seemed as if they could no longer speak. A trace of joy burst out in the tears: "Dad, Dad, you are finally willing to talk to me. I am so, so happy..."

"daughter!"

For some reason, Ze suddenly changed his words.

"dad……"

"Um?"

"I want..." She scratched the table with her slender fingers subconsciously, "I want to talk to you."

"Isn't that what you're saying?"

"Yes, I am saying it, but what I want to say is, is..." She stared at Ze, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.

"I wanted to say you were like a person - no, that person was like you..."

Duan stammered and spoke incoherently.

“Which one do I look like?”

Just close your eyes. In the white rain and fog in her dream, a red oil-paper umbrella floated over. He under the umbrella smiled gently at her, like a bright rose blooming in the warmth, far away from the desolation of wind and rain.

She really wanted to say loudly, Dad, you are the warm and solid rock in my cold and wet valley of memories!

She suddenly stood up, muttering incoherently the deep longing buried deep in her heart. She didn't know if she had made herself clear, and no matter how many times she said it, she didn't know if her father understood her deep longing. The outburst of emotions was originally hidden in a pile of weeds, and the girl's unique fragility and shyness made it impossible for her to sort out these weeds.

But from beginning to end, Ze didn't say a word. He just looked at her silently, letting her talk about this and that and pour out her thoughts without expressing herself clearly. He had been listening, seriously and silently. In front of this panic-stricken girl,
He displayed a calm strength, a rock-like reliability and a fatherly serenity.

Then, she finished speaking and waited for judgment like a devil from hell.

He remained silent, as if he was still listening, waiting for what was to come. Time is like a still sea, which instantly becomes eternal.