C32 The past Was like Smoke
C32 The past Was like Smoke
It was not good to wait at the village chief's house too late, so he stood up and said goodbye to Zhang Cuihua, "Sister-in-law, it is already five o'clock. The village chief asked me to go to his house for a meal. It would not be good to wait for him if I went late."
"Our village starts dinner late at night. Besides, the village committee will only get off work at six o'clock. You went so early to wait. You might as well go at six o'clock."
Zhang Cuihua knew very well that Mao Xiaojun could only stay at home with Ma Chunni at this time. That slut had already taken a liking to Little Jun. The two of them were locked up in the house. She was afraid that the slut would try to take advantage of Little Jun.
"Alright then. I will sit for a while. I will leave at six o'clock." After sitting down again, Mao Xiaojun thought of the wound on Zhang Cuihua's butt and asked, "Sister-in-law, how is the wound on your butt? Is it a problem?"
"Sister-in-law can't see the wound, so she doesn't know how it is. She just felt a little painful. Maybe it'll recover in a few days! " As Zhang Cuihua spoke, she suddenly thought of asking Mao Xiaojun to help her take a look again. Anyway, he had seen everything that he should have seen last night. "Little Jun, we have nothing to do now. Why don't you help Sister-in-law take a look at her wound again? How about it?"
"Sister-in-law, it's still dawn. It'll be bad if someone comes to your house and sees you."
What he meant was that if there was no one else, this kid would still be willing to help her take a look at her wound.
"That's easy. Sister-in-law, close the door. Not to mention that Sister-in-law usually doesn't have anyone at home, someone will really come later. You have to knock first before closing the door, right? So, no one in the village will know that you're helping Sister-in-law look at the wound on her butt. "
" Sister-in-law, this... "
"Xiao Jun, stop this and that. Last night, you helped Sister-in-law clean the wound on her butt. Sister-in-law didn't feel embarrassed at all. You are a big man, so don't be shy. Sister-in-law, close the curtains now. Come in and help Sister-in-law take a look. "
Zhang Cuihua said and stood up to enter the room. The door was not closed. After closing the curtains, she took off her pants to her heels and turned around to face the door.
"Little Jun, quickly come in and help sister-in-law take a look at her wound."
She was already prepared. How could Mao Xiaojun not go in?
Thus, he stood up and walked into the room.
Just as he walked to the door, he saw Zhang Cuihua's snow-white butt. A pair of pink underpants retreated to her knees. Her thighs and calves were white and slender. This way, that round and chubby snow-white butt was clearly set off.
He didn't know why, but he had that kind of bad idea in his mind again.
If he could have a good time with Zhang Cuihua now, it would definitely be very intoxicating.
"Little Jun, what's wrong? Quickly come over and help sister-in-law take a closer look. Sister-in-law's wound is still a little itchy."
Seeing Mao Xiaojun dawdling, Zhang Cuihua shouted at him.
Just a moment ago, Mao Xiaojun's mind was in a mess, and he felt a little hot. His face also turned red. Now that he was called by Zhang Cuihua, he finally realized that his thoughts were wrong.
Mao Xiaojun walked over and squatted down to take a closer look at the wound on Zhang Cuihua's butt. At this moment, he could clearly see that the wound on the glass was not very big. It was only the size of a fingernail. However, the two sides of the wound were a little red. He did not know if it was recovering or something.
"Sister-in-law, I saw the wound. It's a little red outside, nothing else."
Zhang Cuihua touched the wound on her butt with her hand. She could clearly feel that the wound on her butt was protruding a little. It was painful and itchy when she pressed on it.
She estimated that the wound was recovering, so she pulled up her pants.
"Little Jun, thank you. The wound on Sister-in-law's butt should be fine. Besides, didn't you use the well water to disinfect Sister-in-law last night?"
"Sister-in-law, I think you should go to the sanitary center to disinfect her again. That way, it will be safer."
Zhang Cuihua was a little troubled." There is no sanatorium in our village. Even the Zhang Villiage next door doesn't have village doctor and the sanatorium. In the past, everyone had a headache, brain heat, or falling injury. Let's go find our village's Uncle Hua. Uncle Hua, do you remember? You had a lot of red spots on your butt when you were in your third year of high school. Or... Uncle Hua cured you."
Zhang Cuihua was right. At that time, Zhang Cuihua had just married into the Peach Blossom Village not long ago. Mao Xiaojun would sleep with her in his dreams almost every night. His shorts were sticky and wet every morning when he got up.
At that time, he was only sixteen years old. Every night, he would spoil his shorts like this. He was afraid that the villagers would find out about his embarrassment. Therefore, he would wake up very early every morning. He secretly used the water from the well to wash the spots on his shorts. After a few twitches, he put on his half-wet and dry shorts.
Because of this, half a month later, his butt was full of red spots. At that time, it was all thanks to Uncle Hua. Otherwise, he would not have been able to get rid of these things on his butt.
"Sister-in-law, go to Uncle Hua's side and apply some herbs on your wound. It will heal fast. Uncle Hua is a good man. When I left in my third year of junior high, he even took me to the village entrance. Sigh, in a flash, three years have passed. I really miss him in my heart. How about I go to Uncle Hua’s house with you tomorrow? "
Mao Xiaojun was really grateful to Uncle Hua. When he was young, he went to Uncle Hua’s house to apply some herbs. Uncle Hua never collects money. Later on, his grandmother died and there was no one else in his family. Uncle Hua pitied him and asked him to go to his house to eat. On the day he went to high school in the county, Uncle Hua even sent him down the mountain. Before he left, he reminded him not to cause trouble outside. That day, Mao Xiaojun was so touched that he cried.
Zhang Cuihua sighed, "Sigh, it has only been a month since you left the village and went to high school in the county, and Uncle Hua died."
"Ah! Uncle Hua died?" Mao Xiaojun was shocked and his eyes were filled with tears. Uncle Hua was his benefactor.
"Sister-in-law, that day when I left the village, Uncle Hua was still in good health. Why did he suddenly die?"
"Sigh, I don't know exactly how he died. But later on, I heard from the villagers that Uncle Hua helped our village secretary pick a kind of herb to treat illnesses in the mountain. He fell from the mountain and died. "
The more Mao Xiaojun heard, the sadder he became. "Sister-in-law, tomorrow, can you take me to Uncle Hua's grave to pay my respects?"
"Sure. Anyway, sister-in-law has nothing to do after feeding the pig in the morning. Tomorrow, sister-in-law will bring you there." Zhang Cuihua suddenly remembered the dog in Uncle Hua’s house. "Little Jun, do you remember the spotty dog in Uncle Hua’s house?"
"I remember. That spotty dog had always followed Uncle Hua. When Uncle Hua went to pick herbs, it also followed him. It was a cute and loyal dog."
"This dog even went to Uncle Hua's grave after his death. Sometimes, when he returned to the village, he would follow other dogs and bite them on the way. He was also injured."
"The spotty dog is also quite pitiful. It's rare for it to remember its deceased owner."
Seeing Mao Xiaojun's sad expression, Zhang Cuihua remembered what everyone was talking about behind their backs at that time.
"Little Jun, let sister-in-law tell you something. At that time, she heard from the villagers that the medicine Uncle Hua picked for the secretary was not an ordinary medicine. It was specially used to strengthen men's Yang. I heard that even if an old man in his 70s or 80s took the medicine, he would be even better than a young man in his twenties or thirties when it comes to bridal matters. "