White-haired woman

White-haired woman
White-haired woman

(I) In the cold winter, heavy snow flies, and the biting cold wind swept the snowflakes all over the sky, flying and hovering in the air like goose feathers. The hills, forests, fields and villages all look like they are covered in white. Any color in the world has disappeared, leaving only this monotonous and boring white.

　　Today is the thirty-year-old New Year’s Eve. Although the wind and snow are getting worse as the evening approaches, the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. The yellow bean lights break through the white curtains and appear one after another, and wisps of smoke from cooking are rising one after another. In the north wind, floating left and right like light gray brushes, adding colors to the boring nature again; the noise of children gradually became lively, and occasionally the sound of firecrackers bursting, and the warm breath of family reunion for New Year’s Eve slowly diluted the cold indifference.

　　In the dilapidated cottage next to an old locust tree in Yanggezhuang, there was also joy. Yang Xier sat on the warm-burning kang waiting for her father to come back and celebrate the New Year together. While she used the scissors in her hand to erect the paper window flowers, she hummed the little song she wrote: "The north wind blows, the snowflakes flutter, the snowflakes flutter

, the New Year is here… I hope my father will come home soon and have a happy New Year…"

　　Xier turned sixteen after the New Year. Her mother passed away due to dysfunction as soon as she was born. Over the past sixteen years, her father Yang Bailao has finally raised Xier with tears. Xier is his heart, his hope, his life, and everything about him!On New Year’s Eve, he wanted to spend New Year’s Eve with his daughter like other people’s family, but a flood in October washed away all five acres of wheat and three acres of sorghum. The blood and sweat that he worked hard all year round suddenly disappeared. Not only did he have no money to celebrate the New Year, he couldn’t even get the rent owed to the landlord Huang Shiren, so he had to go out to hide from debts before the owner of the Huang family came to collect the rent.

　　Xier carefully hugged the window grilles and occasionally glanced out through the holes in the window paper, hoping to find her father’s familiar figure on the path in front of the village.She was wearing a blue cloth cotton jacket with small white flowers. The thin black linen pants were modified from the pants left by her mother two years ago. Because she grew taller, she obviously felt a little short. Although she was only fifteen years old, the poor children were already in the family. The long-term housework made the body develop earlier than the girls of the same year. Her white and red face was filled with youthful atmosphere. The slightly bulging breasts on her chest supported the front of the jacket, making the clothes that were no longer fit feel narrower. Her black hair was tied into a long braid and hung behind her head, and her two slippery calves were slender and slender, which made the round buttock egg look particularly sexy and attractive.

　　She raised the two truncated window flowers and gestured in front of the window, thinking about which window paper to be posted on is more beautiful: one is a bright and lush peony flower with fat petals and big leaves, symbolizing her infinite longing for the beautiful scenery of the future; the other is a butterfly with a flying wings spreading, with a big character 四四, which contains the youthful heart of a young girl and the desire to pursue a happy life.

　　Just as she was concentrating on her eyes, the door of the house suddenly opened, and a strong wind swept into the house with snowflakes. "Dad

!" Xier instinctively rushed out and turned happily to welcome her father who had been waiting for her for a long time.When she saw clearly that the person coming in turned out to be a strong and strong young man, she was overjoyed and shouted, "It’s you, Brother Dachun!" She quickly moved off the kang, picked up the small broom made of sorghum stalks next to her and greeted her.

　　While closing the door, Xier used a broom to take off the snow on Dachun’s body. Dachun took off the white towel tied to his head, wiped the melted snow water on his neck, looked at Xier sweetly, and after a while, he looked into the room and asked, "Hey, your father hasn’t come back yet?"

　　Xier put down her broom, spooned a bowl of hot soup on the stove at the corner of the house and handed it to Dachun: "Let’s drink a bowl of hot soup on the kang! It’s so heavy snow, I think it must be difficult to walk on the road, so I can see that it’s a little lighter and maybe I can come back."

　　Dachun took two sips of hot soup, and the coldness of his body drove away a lot. He put a few steamed buns out of his arms and placed them on the short table on the kang. He handed the small cloth bag in his hand to Xier: "Mom said that it’s the New Year, she asked me to bring this half bag of flour, saying that your family rarely has a good meal all year round, so let’s make some noodles and dumplings for the New Year!"

　　Xier pushed the cloth bag back: "How can you be so embarrassed? Your family is not rich…" Dachun held her hand with the flow: "Our two families are bitter gourd on the same vine, can it be calculated so clearly? Besides, after the New Year, we will be a family, so we can’t starve my wife!"

　　Xier blushed when she heard this and said softly: "I haven’t passed your door yet, who is your wife!"

　　Under the mat, I took out a pair of cloth shoes and stuffed them into Dachun’s hand: "Give it." I sat next to him, lowered my head shyly, with a happy and sweet smile on my face.

　　But no, over the years, if Dachun had not finished his own work diligently and came to help, relying on Yang Bailao’s old and weak body, those acres of crops would not have been able to be so vigorously.It seems that there will be a good harvest this year. Not only can I pay off my debts owed to Huang Shiren, but I can also have some money left to improve my life. Unexpectedly, a flood disaster will wash away all my hopes. Even the marriage that I promised to Dachun’s family last year can be accomplished this year.

　　Dachun picked up a steamed bun on the table and stuffed it into Xier’s hand: "Eat something first, don’t be hungry, wait for my father to come back while eating." Xier held the steamed bun that still had Dachun’s body temperature, but she couldn’t bear to put it in her mouth for a long time. It was not until Dachun urged him again that he ate a small bite, and then handed the steamed bun to Dachun’s mouth: "You eat some too!"

　　Dachun bent down, but instead of biting the steamed bun, he grabbed Xier’s hands and kissed her gently. Xier unexpectedly, with this move, her face suddenly filled with red clouds. She turned around shyly and wanted to get off the kang and leave. Of course, Dachun would not let it go. She hugged Xier in the waist from behind, and just kissed her slender hands and smelled her face again.Xi’er was hugged by Dachun, and her body lost its center of gravity. She also followed the flow and fell backwards in Dachun Kuantang’s arms.

　　Dachun hugged Xier, and his lips slowly moved from her cheek to her little mouth bit by bit. Xier was kissed and her heart rippled. From the original slight struggle to become tame, and from tame to initiative. Soon, a pair of hot lips were tightly bonded together.Wang Dachun, a young man who just turned 20, doesn’t look like a young man who is thick-eyed and big-eyed, but he doesn’t say three words to girls, and his face is red involuntarily like a child who steals soy wine. At this moment, he is holding a pretty baby with spring in his arms, and his body will inevitably have a natural reaction. The part behind Xier’s butt will immediately become hard.

　　As he kissed, his hand quietly reached to the hem of Xier’s cotton jacket, and slowly touched it up while stroking it, gradually reaching into his bellyband.Although Xier was kissed and was so weak that she was confused, she also noticed the target of Dachun’s palm moving. Even though her butt was separated by two thin layers of cloth, she still felt the hot and hard object pressing there. She immediately understood Dachun’s intentions and hurriedly held down her hands outside the cotton jacket, which were still thrusting upwards: "Brother Dachun, don’t, dad is coming back soon. We have not gotten married yet. It would be so embarrassing if we bumped into him!"

　　Not only did Dachun stop, but instead followed Xier’s pressing force and simply pressed his hands against her thumping chest. He looked at Xier’s pair of phoenix eyes with a smile: "Let me touch it! You don’t know that since that day, as long as I don’t see you for a day, I will not eat well or sleep well, and I am always thinking about being with you…"

　　Then he lowered his voice and said something in Xier’s ear.

　　"You’re still talking!" Xi’er’s face turned red: "After you were tortured that day, the swelling and pain were caused by several days, and blood was still flowing out. I didn’t dare to tell my father that it was only a little better today, and you’re going to make a bad idea again. Although I’m your wife sooner or later, if I’m going to make a baby before I get through the door, where do you tell me and my father to put my face?" Although Xi’er is young, she usually knows from the sisters that this thing can make a villain.

　　Dachun smiled awkwardly: "I can’t help it! Look, just after seeing you for a while, the bottom was as hard as a stone!" He pushed his lower body towards Xier’s butt: "Why not do that? I touch you and you can use my hands to get it out for me, so that you don’t bother you anymore. Even if your father suddenly comes back and we haven’t taken off our clothes, it’s time to cover it up."

　　On the one hand, Xier made Dachun feel so sad. On the other hand, she recalled the feeling of trying to taste the forbidden fruit a few days ago. She lost her opinion. Somehow, she said "um" and then covered her pretty face with her hands and lowered her head with shame.As soon as his hand was released, Dachun’s ten fingers, which had no control, seized the opportunity to shrink and hold it. Xier’s two developing breasts like small bags were fully held in her hands by Dachun.

　　Dachun put his chin on Xier’s shoulders, licking and sucking her earlobes, and rubbing two tender and smooth girls’ breasts from behind. While rubbing his fingers, he also took the time to pinch and twist two red bean-like nipples.The sensitive girl’s body was not as stimulating as it was. After a while, she was short of breath and hot and panting. Her nipples gradually became erect. Xier fell softly into Dachun’s arms as if she had been evacuated from her bones. She trembled intermittently while moaning.

　　Dachun took turns to comfort and caress his breasts with one hand, freed up the other hand and reached into Xier’s crotch. Xier was fascinated by the pleasure from her body, and she still said in a daze: "Dad, he… is about to go home…" Dachun pinched Xier’s nipples and clitoris up and down with his hands, rubbing and twisting them gently, comforting her in her ear: "Don’t be afraid, I will pay attention to the outside of the window carefully. Besides, the snow is so heavy, I think your father will not come back for a while."

　　This sentence seemed to completely relieve Xier’s last concern. All her defense lines collapsed at once, and slowly slid down onto his thighs from the posture of snuggling in Dachun’s arms, and lay there obliquely, allowing Dachun to do whatever he wanted.Dachun put her flat on the kang, unbuttoned a few buttons beside the collar of the cotton jacket, and took it off in a few seconds. He lifted up the little red bellyband that Xier covered his chest, and the tender and white body of the girl immediately appeared in front of him.