my little sister in law

The people in Fushou Town were a little flustered and peaceful.They heard the merchants coming and going say that the south was in chaos, and they were flustered, but if everything didn't happen to them, no one would particularly care.

The opera troupe was still singing, and the horns with their throats hanging were full of affection, wearing long gowns with long sleeves and frequent refills of tea in the audience.

The warm lamp leaned against the big bright yellow cabinet in the background, lying soft and boneless.He looked at the busy little cripple and smiled foolishly.

They are together.There is no oath, no testimony.

"Zhuyan, take a rest." Wen Deng called to him.

The little cripple looked back at him, put down the thing in his hand, and walked towards him.

"Aren't you tired?" He took a sweat towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wrapped around the redness on his fair fingers.

The smell of powder mixed with the unique cleanliness of a teenager, a small face with makeup on, thick ink at the end of the eyes, all kinds of styles.

"Not tired." From the corner of the eye, he glanced around at no one, and the little cripple grabbed Wen Deng's hand.

He made a clever move and pushed the man into the corner.

The warm lamp was pressed by him, his soft body moved slightly, his little feet kicked the shoes, and rubbed up along his legs.Five toes grabbed his trousers, got in from underneath, and hooked the man's leg.

The little cripple stood upright, the muscles between his legs were tense, and Wen Deng clamped him, coiling wildly.

"Be honest!" The man who had already got the taste of Wen Deng, got angry after a little teasing, turned around and took a wooden comb, held it between his fingers, combed Wen Deng's hair, and took advantage of the situation to avoid him in the clothes.

Zhu Yan's fingers brushed against his collarbone, her little finger curled slightly, trying to pull the red pistil on his chest, the comb didn't stop, Zhu Yan put a little force on it, and clamped the back of the comb to the body of the warm lamp.

Cold, touch sensitive.

"Ah..." Wen Deng arched his cripple, he let out a low cry, and grabbed the little cripple's hand.

"Take it easy, buddy."

At the front desk, the gongs, drums and huxian were cheering, and the audience applauded like a tide.

"No one." Zhu Yan ignored it, he rolled up Wen Deng's clothes, exposing most of his body,

The warm lamp was leaning against the cabinet, and the cold wood was against his hot skin. He twisted his hips and separated his legs, holding the little lame man between them.The delicate Hongrui rubbed against the face of the person in front of her, and put it into his mouth.

The teeth bit on his nipple, which hurt and itched, and the wet and sticky tongue circled around, sucking him.

"Don't bite me...it hurts." Wen Deng teased him and scratched his head. He panted quickly, his eyes were full of charm, and he picked up the little cripple's clothes with his hands, stretched them in along the back of his neck, and stroked his generous back .

"Damn it, there are a lot of things to do." The little cripple arched his head and moved lightly.He rubbed his buttocks, sneaked in along the waistband of his trousers, moved his fingers, the warm lamp screamed a few times, and shivered a bit, the little cripple saw him, and his fingers moved even more fiercely.

The hatchback is warm, and bright yellow belts hang long to cover them.The little cripple picked up Wen Deng and pressed it on the table. The curtain was half rolled up, only half of Wen Deng's face was exposed.

The intercourse of two white bodies, the heavy breathing, the shaking of the table, the feet on the ground, tightly scratching, the tablecloth is red, and the embarrassing love affair is separated.

This love affair in the world is really greedy.

Lu Er Er squatted in the room, smoking a cigarette, looking at his mother.The old lady was dazzled, and she was holding a pair of thick cotton shoes, so she made up her face and packed the cotton.

He told his mother that when he left in the third day of junior high school, the old lady didn't have any excessive grief and was very calm.

"If you leave in the third day of junior high school, bring more clothes. It's colder in the south than here." The old lady looked at him through the reading glasses, the needle and thread in her hand were tight, and the long blue thread was pulled out, wrapped around the white cotton, and sipped. , press the raw edges in.

"Mother, I'm afraid..." Just as Lu Yinshan was about to speak, his mother glared at him.

"I'm afraid, you're fine if you fight with others, so get out of here."

Lu Yinshan didn't say anything, he threw the cigarette, stomped it out with his foot, turned around and went out the door.

Seeing him go out, the old lady let out a long sigh.The needle and thread in my hand were not very stable, and couldn't get into the cloth several times.

"Second Master, someone from the military department is here." Someone drove a car and came directly to find him.Lu Yinshan didn't beat Beng'er either, he took his gun and got into the car.

"What's wrong?" Second Master asked after he was out of the courtyard.

The soldiers who came didn't hide it. He said seriously: "Someone made trouble in the west city and stole the gun."

"Who?" Lu Yinshan knew it was not good after hearing what he said.

"A scholar..."

By the time they arrived in Xicheng, the siege had long been blocked, and the scholar who had snatched the gun was cursing nonsense.

He blames human affairs, fate, and injustice in the world, as if the world is so clear and there is no other way out.

"Ah, the official! Let me see! Fuck it!"

Lu Yinshan got out of the car, holding a cannon in his hand, always on guard.

"Don't move! If you come again, I'll shoot you!" The scholar is from the local area, so he naturally knows Lu Yinshan.When he saw him coming, he turned his gun on Second Master Lu.

The crowd behind him receded like the tide.

Those who watch the excitement don't think it's a big deal, but if it's a big deal, it will kill people.

"Put down the gun! Otherwise, I'll shoot you first!" Lu Yinshan sneered, he knew he wouldn't since he saw the scholar's hand gestures for holding the gun, without even pulling the trigger with his fingers.

"Shoot me..." The scholar trembled, seeing that the box cannon in Lu Yinshan's hand had already been hit, he was a little timid.

Lu Yinshan walked forward, wanting to hand in his gun.

Suddenly, the scholar threw the gun into the crowd.

A small man stood at the front of the crowd, took the gun, and shot Lu Yinshan with a raised hand.

"Snapped!"

Lu Yinshan was caught off guard and didn't even have time to turn around.

He was pushed, and the bullets were staggered.

Warm blood dripped down, tick-tock, and formed a small ball on the ground, soaking in the sand.

Lu Yinshan put his arms around the person who was helping him to block the gun, and turned his hand back at the person who fired the gun, and directly collapsed on the top of the man's head, flipping his head off.

The brains burst out, splashing everywhere, yellow and white.

"Fuck!" Second Master Lu looked at the man in his arms.

"Chun Shen..."

Fu Chunshen's face turned pale, and he hummed in pain.

Fu Chunshen's home is in Xicheng, and he was swept by the crowd as soon as he went to the street, and then he saw Lu Yinshan.This man is really desperate.

He stood in front, not far from the little man, and when he saw that he took the gun, he subconsciously pushed Lu Yinshan.

"I'm fine." He clutched his chest, blood spurted out, dripping along his fingers.

"Call the doctor!" Lu Yinshan picked him up, kicked the car door, and drove away at high speed.

The soldiers who brought him directly arrested him, and the scholar cried loudly, unkempt, saying that he was just a trustee, that person hired him.

"Whether to hire or not, let's talk about it after entering the prison."

The onlookers gradually dispersed, and only after dinner did they talk about what happened today.Older people can't help but sigh with emotion, people's hearts are not old.For the younger ones, they talked about the hype.

There are different opinions.

The artillery fire in the south became more intense, the city wall collapsed, and dust and dust rolled up like a sandstorm. Large pieces of soil choked into people's lungs, making it hard to breathe from their mushy mouths.