But Chen Chu was introverted, frail, and often bullied by others. So, when he had nothing else to do, he loved to run to Old Man Zhang's place. There were nowhere else to go. Over two months, Chen Chu had learned a little from Old Man Zhang's ramblings: antiques, the Big and Small Hong Quan, and even the secrets of juggling. Now, he wanted to find out what that fluid flowing from women's vaginas was. It definitely wasn't urine; it was quite thick... When he arrived at Old Man Zhang's door, the shabby house was sealed shut, and on the wooden door was a sign: "Drink Sanzhu if you're sick." Sanzhu Oral Liquid was incredibly popular in those days, like holy water, a cure-all. It's unknown what happened to it later.
"Old man! Open the door! Old man..." The three words "old man" were what Old Man Zhang asked him to call. At first, Chen Chu felt that it was a bit impolite.
But I got used to it and it became easier to say.
"What are you fussing about, you little bastard? I'll give you five dollars, but first, go get me a pot of wine!"
Before the door opened, a raspy, somewhat weathered voice echoed, and five yuan was slipped through the crack. A plastic wine bucket hung from the rafters, and Chen Chu plucked it down with a swift leap. There were smaller shops closer... but Chen Chu preferred Old Wang's shop. The reason was simple: Wang's son had been married for a little over a month, and his wife, though plain-looking, often wore white stockings. These were rare in rural areas back then. They were both eye-catching and sexy, and many young men and boys would stare at the Wang daughter-in-law's stockings. Whenever she left the house, she was met with vampire-like stares. Chen Chu quickly reached the shop. Wang's daughter-in-law was watching TV in the back room. She was wearing sandals when she emerged, and Chen Chu deliberately glanced at her legs. Sadly, she wasn't wearing stockings, but her fair thighs were still very sexy. Her smooth ankles and thighs were exposed, all the way to the top of her thighs. Her ponytail swayed. With the short skirt underneath, she looked pure yet alluring. Chen Chu had an idea: he wanted to push the young woman down on the bed and roughly put his hand into her skirt. There must be wrinkles of flesh in her panties. Then, he would kick off his pants and thrust his penis into her...
"Wine?" asked the daughter-in-law of the Wang family.
"It's five dollars..." Chen Chu handed over the money.
At that time, alcohol was only one yuan per pound, and if sold at the winery, it would only be 80 or 90 cents. Seeing her take the money and carefully unscrew the bottle cap, the old man's wine jug was always covered in dust. After pouring the wine, Wang's daughter-in-law handed over the jug.
"What's your name?" Wang's daughter-in-law asked him.
Normally, Chen Chu would have blushed. But lately, he'd grown bolder, from peeping to stalking. Having seen women's real butts, and men and women having sex, women seemed less mysterious to him now. He saw the Wang family's wife's short skirt, revealing plenty of thigh, and her white short-sleeved shirt, which stretched her breasts. Two buttons were unbuttoned below her fair neck, and if you looked closely, you could actually see a cleavage. Especially when she bent over to get her drink, Chen Chu glanced at her a few times, and that cleavage became even deeper.
"My name is Chen Chu, from the old Chen family in the south of the village. What's your name?" Chen Chu asked, staring at her without blinking.
"I... my name is..." Obviously, she only thought of Chen Chu as a little brat, and she didn't expect that this little brat would ask her name.
After all, the Wang family's daughter-in-law had just become a wife, and she still had a long way to go to catch up with those old women who had been tempered into steel. She couldn't help but say shyly, "My name is Xiaolian..."
"Which one? Which Xiaolian?" Chen Chu continued to ask with a faint smile.
Seeing that the boy was quite interested, Xiaolian wanted to write something down. Chen Chu quickly reached out his hand.
"Write it on the palm of my hand. I remember it quickly!" Chen Chu said as he looked around to see if there was anyone around.
Xiaolian had been married for just over a month. Her husband was out farming, and they had her run a small shop at home. Although the work wasn't tiring, just selling goods and cooking, it was quite lonely. She felt bored watching TV every day. When her husband came home at night, he wouldn't say much. He would just take off his clothes and lie on top of her, and after a good ride, he would fall asleep. She felt a little awkward living like this. Although this was the way most rural families lived, she always wanted something more, but she didn't know what. However, she couldn't just sit around doing nothing like this all day. It was too boring!
"Okay, I'll write it for you." Xiaolian said.
After ordering a few drinks, which were sprinkled on the counter, she wrote her name on Chen Chu's palm. Xiaolian's fingers were white, and they felt like nothing in her hand, as if she were touching the clouds. This delicate feeling made Chen Chu feel invigorated. Furthermore, a scent emanated from Xiaolian's body, the scent of a fragrant perfume.
"What about Xiaolian? What a nice name."
"Really? Your name is pretty nice too."
... This was the first time Chen Chu had spoken so closely to a woman, and this woman was a mature woman. Chen Chu's penis became hard again.
"Then Xiaolian... I want to fuck you!" These words popped up inexplicably in Chen Chu's mind.
Xiaolian was a gentle girl, and her whole body seemed made of tofu, giving off a warm and inviting feeling. If Liu Cui's beauty attracted him to her, Xiaolian's gentleness was like water, beckoning men to press her down, which captivated Chen Chu. This kind of gentle woman perhaps filled men with the desire to possess and oppress her. He always wanted to fuck a woman beneath him, to quench the lust within him. They say women are made of water, and if they truly are water, then men need this water to quench their thirst.
"Sister...Sister Xiaolian, your hands are so beautiful..."
"Ah!" Xiao Lian's face turned red, like a ripe red persimmon.
"Don't talk nonsense. Be careful not to be overheard."
Chen Chu had been a bit timid at first, but when he heard Xiaolian's voice, it didn't sound like she was blaming him. He grew bolder and grasped Xiaolian's hand.
"Ah...you..." Xiaolian was stunned.
"Sister...Sister Xiaolian, I, I want to be with you...be good to you..." Chen Chu didn't know how he blurted out what was in his heart.
"Ah... stop talking nonsense..." Xiaolian had never seen this before.
"You, please leave quickly..."
"Okay!" Chen Chu kissed Xiaolian's hand, picked up the wine jug and ran away.
He left. But Xiaolian was burning with fear. She stared at Chen Chu's back, lost in thought. The hand he had kissed just hung in mid-air. She didn't know where to put it. Her heart was fluttering like a deer. Embarrassed, she quickly hid in the house, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Xiao Lian! Xiao Lian!"
A big black man carrying a hoe walked into the house and called Xiaolian a few times before she came out.
"You, you're back?" Xiaolian saw that it was her man Wang Dasheng.
Thinking of the kiss on the back of her hand by that little boy Chen Chu just now, she didn't dare to look into her man's eyes.
"Xiao Lian, what's wrong with you? Did someone bully you?" Wang Dasheng, who is quite tall, glared at me when he said this.
Those eyes are like a cow's.
"No, no..." Xiaolian was scared when she saw him like this. Wang Dasheng is 1.8 meters tall. If he knew that Chen Chu was a hooligan, he would break the kid's legs!
Hearing Xiaolian say no, Wang Dasheng felt relieved, came up and grabbed Xiaolian's two small hands and put them in his arms, and put his mouth on Xiaolian's neck.
"Xiao Lian, I miss you..."
Wang Dasheng had just come back from shoveling the ground and was reeking of sweat. Xiaolian felt very uncomfortable.
"Oh, what are you doing? The door is not closed yet, and you haven't eaten yet!" Xiaolian struggled.
Wang Dasheng chuckled, scratched his head and said, "You see, I was so focused on loving you that I forgot about this." Wang Dasheng went to close the door and then covered the windows with curtains.
"Hey, what are you doing? It's not even dark yet, why are you closing the door? You can still sell some goods!"
"Lian Zi, I just miss you! We won't sell any goods today, and we don't care about the money..." Wang Dasheng said as he hugged the little face and began to nibble on her neck again.
Xiaolian tilted her head to the side, trying to avoid him. The smell of his sweat and his foul breath repelled her. But there was nothing she could do; he was her man after all. Before they got married, Wang Dasheng had been very neat and tidy, always using hairspray. But after they got married, she realized he was slovenly, smoking and drinking, and smelling really bad. Back then, dating in the countryside was common, and couples spent very little time together, so it wasn't easy to tell. They saw each other as just for the sake of living together, like animals mated together, with little affection between them. So Xiaolian rarely let Wang Dasheng kiss her on the mouth; his mouth was so foul that a kiss would make her nauseous. Wang Dasheng would chuckle and say he didn't need a kiss, but he would give her a kiss on the bottom. He loved her so much. Rural men generally didn't kiss their wives. But Wang Dasheng didn't care. He kissed her all over, licked her feet, and licked her butt. If this got out, he would lose face as a man. But Wang Dasheng was happy with it. Kissing 13 and licking feet gave Xiaolian great pleasure. But today, Wang Dasheng's sweaty scent was too much for her, and she just wanted this to be over quickly. ... Both of them stripped down to their bare skin. Then Wang Dasheng pressed his hand against Xiaolian's face, grunting like a pig. Xiaolian's vagina was white, but Wang Dasheng's was dark, reeking of sweat and stinking of sweat, as he arched his back against Xiaolian. But within a minute, Wang Dasheng, sweating profusely, slipped off. Panting with exhaustion, he lay on the side. With Xiaolian, who looked like a piece of jade, lying on the ground, he was powerless. Wang Dasheng was tall and strong, but his penis was small, and his duration was short. Xiaolian didn't know about this at first, but when she returned to her husband's house, she heard her second sister say that a man's penis was a foot long and could last for over an hour. Xiaolian was stunned, staring at him with cat-like eyes, saying it wasn't that long, only about half a palm long, and only took a minute or two.