Pulp Story (1)

Author: hexingshen
Word count: 100000

From the crack in the door, I saw the woman open the door and go out, walking towards the bathroom, vaguely saw from the side angle, that shadow untied the nightgown he was wearing, picked up something and put it under the crotch, after a while, took off something, and then the door of the bathroom was closed.
With a “click”, Qian Xiaoer’s body trembled, afraid that he would be seen hiding behind the crack of the door, subconsciously lowered his head, the outside was completely dark, and when he looked back, it was already pitch black. I was a little disappointed. Thinking back to what I heard just now, my heart was surging again.
To be honest, he had no feelings for the father who had abandoned him for eighteen years, and he didn’t even feel unhappy when he heard the slightly teasing words. On the contrary, what the mother who didn’t look like her mother at all brought was really unprecedented. This wild child who had become more and more heartless since the death of the old man seemed to have finally truly experienced the joy of being a human being.
In the dark night, Qian Xiaoer’s eyes stared like a mastiff looking at a mountain, shining brightly in the darkness, until the woman came out of the bathroom quietly, braving the heat and wiping her wet hair, Qian Xiaoer quietly closed the door, as if feeling the woman’s glance from a distance, but this illusion was soon confirmed, because the woman pushed the door back to the room without a trace of stagnation.
During the period, Qian Xiaoer, who had held back countless times and wanted to step forward to peep further, finally summoned up the courage to step out of the room again. The night was getting darker, and he walked slowly to the bathroom in the dark. . . The window was closed while the woman was washing her body, so the room was even darker. The guilty Qian Xiaoer dared not turn on the light, and walked in the dark based on his impression. Suddenly his face felt warm, and he staggered in shock. It seemed that he had scratched something. After adjusting his breathing slightly, he reached out to touch it. In a very short time, it was confirmed what it was. It was the socks on the woman’s feet. Those black and bright socks were so beautiful. This novel touch and other kind of stimulation made Qian Xiaoer’s non-stop crotch harder. Instinctively, he pinched the silky thing and approached it, and took a few soft sniffs with his nose.
“Cough, cough, cough~!” Choking on the sudden sour smell, Qian Xiaoer was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits. He covered his mouth and lay down on his stomach. There was no movement outside the door for one minute, two minutes. . . He was still in shock, but he finally dared to climb up cautiously. The smell was lingering in his mind just now, an unexplainable feeling. Qian Xiaoer turned his body to face the door. While observing every move outside the door of his parents’ room, he couldn’t help but find the hanging socks, which seemed to be hanging on a shelf. This time, he smelled a little bolder, and he was mentally prepared, what I was pinching in my hand should be the tip of the sock, it was a little wet, after kneading it, I put my nose up again, the strong smell swept over the sky, it was sour, it was more of a woman’s scent, it seemed that there was still

Chapter One

The roads in the big city are so fucking wide, so wide that Qian Xiaoer’s eyes were a little straight when he entered the city for the first time. He felt like sitting on pins and needles on the leather-smelling back seat of the cold car. It was the first time in his life that he was in a car. It wasn’t until the car drove on the main road that the bumps stopped and I managed to come back to my senses. I muttered, “I’m going to the city, and all the novelty and beauty that I had dreamed about before disappeared in smoke.
I’m going to see my father.
The story began 21 years ago. Qian Xiaoer’s father was the first scholar in Dashan Village to go out with a pen in the past 20 years. He was a college student in the 1990s. After graduation, he was assigned a job. The son’s family planning is not a joke. The couple dare not take risks, fines are trivial matters, and the iron rice bowl of the parents’ civil servants cannot be lost, so Qian Xiaoer was sent back to the mountain village overnight to be raised by his grandfather. He kept silent about the matter, just sat under the old tree in front of the house all night, and then touched his grandson’s face, the old man was very old, tears fell silently, Qian Xiaoer smiled and helped the old man wipe his face clean, he was only seven or eight years old, but he was too smart to ask any more questions.
Then Qian Xiaoer inexplicably became a wild child without a father. Every family in the mountain village raised dogs, and I saw a group of dogs fighting in front of the village and behind the village all day long. Qian Xiaoer was the most vicious one. The people in the house are simple and honest, even those thorns who didn’t know whether they were intentional or unintentional at the beginning didn’t mention the issue of life experience anymore, Qian Xiaoer just muddled along like this, living heartlessly, with dogs as companions.
At the age of nine, the old man died of depression.
Qian Xiaoer knelt on the grave and muttered to himself, now he is really an orphan.
After eating all kinds of food, I grew up to eighteen years old, and then a car came from the mountain village. The driver in suit and leather shoes told Qian Xiaoer, “Your father is calling you to go back.”There is nothing to take away from the old house where he has stayed for eighteen years, and Qian Xiaoer is not afraid of being cheated, and he is a cheap life. Is it for money or for life? Simply treat it as being cheated, it’s not worth living anyway