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Unable to hold back, the uncle wanted to do it by himself, but Xu Zhui'er was hindered, so he had to block it and rub it lightly. How could Xu Zhui'er not see it, thinking that he was the same as the first time he couldn't do it, so he was stupid Yes, I helped him catch him.

The uncle snorted heavily, and held his hand behind his back. Xu Zhui'er shivered with shame, tore off his hand, and said fiercely, "Close your eyes, don't look!"

The uncle pretended to close his eyes, and looked at his clumsy and youthful appearance from the gap between the hazy eyelashes. He knelt there, and stroked up with both hands. He muttered softly, thinking that the old man couldn't hear, "It's about to catch up with the one-year-old donkey."

Hearing what he said, the uncle immediately felt a rush of fire rushing down his crotch, and his thighs and buttocks twitched as he tried to move: "Here too..." He grabbed Xu Zhui'er's hand, which was already wet , pressed on the two bulging balls between his legs, "Touch here too."

Xu Zhui'er shook his hands and quit: "It's such a big lump, I can't catch it," he said in a muffled voice, sounding angry, but actually shy, "Everything good has been eaten here... like an animal .”

After all, he is a boy, if he compares this, he feels that the one in his trousers is short and thin, too shabby to handle: "Don't get up next time," he shook his wrist up and down with difficulty, "I don't care when I get up." you!"

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After all, he is a boy, if he compares this, he feels that the one in his trousers is short and thin, too shabby to handle: "Don't get up next time," he shook his wrist up and down with difficulty, "I don't care when I get up." you!"

That's what he said, but the next time the uncle gets up, he will still touch him, maybe because he is used to serving him, the way the uncle hums and chirps is really pitiful, he even lectures and complains, and spoils him time and time again.

The boss of the Wei family has never been so comfortable. When the lights are turned off at night, he is very energetic. He grabs Xu Zhui'er's ankle and pulls him towards him, screaming "ya'er, yaer" stop.

"What are you doing!" Xu Zhui'er was always fierce, shaking his wrist while glaring at him, "Why are you taking so long, my hands are numb."

According to the old man, this is a compliment, he wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to laugh too much, and said shamelessly: "When I get better, I will serve you."

Xu Zhui'er was most afraid that he would say this, worried, and a little sad. She felt that this person was really getting better, and when he got better, she couldn't stay at his house anymore.

After the Qingming Festival, the uncle started to move his legs and feet vigorously. Early in the morning, he leaned on a cane to go around the yard. If he didn’t turn around and was sweating profusely, he would not go back to the house. Sometimes Xu Zhui’er saw him from the window, so hard, so hard , I can't tell what it's like, it's sweet and bitter, and I want to cry when I feel sour.

The uncle came back dripping with sweat, and the first sentence he always shouted was: "Girl!"

Xu Zhui'er smiled at him faintly, and replied softly: "Hey." Then he went to help him, wiped the sweat off his face, and after wiping, the uncle lowered his head, and insisted on picking him up in broad daylight. Q.

Xu Zhui'er would hide for a while, and then, treating every day as the last, she lifted her chin to him and limply fell into his arms. The two of them stayed in the middle of the room for a long time without shame Lingeringly.

The uncle still did not touch his clothes as he said, sometimes Xu Zhui'er really wished that he would, and when he found out he was a kid, scolded him and hated him, that would make him feel better.

"Boss," Xu Zhui'er raised her head from his neck with her mouth dripping wet, "you are ready, as I said before... when will you write me a divorce letter?"

The uncle frowned and squeezed his arm: "What divorce letter?"

"It's just..." Xu Zhui'er was hurt by his grip, and she hid a little bit, "You told me before, let... let me remarry the divorce letter."

The uncle seemed a little annoyed, he lifted his shoulders vigorously, and was about to say something, when someone outside the house shouted: "Grandpa, grandma, open the door, the old lady is here!"

The uncle looked at Xu Zhui'er with a hurt and mournful gaze, turned his head silently, and limped to open the door. Outside the door, his mother was standing upright, as if she knew what was going on in the room. Instead of coming in directly, Shi Shiran stepped over the threshold with his head turned sideways, and said, "Girl, mother wants to eat your sun-dried walnuts, go and pick some big ones."

Xu Zhuier went there right away, out of filial piety and to hide from the uncle. There was originally a big pile of walnuts at the east end of the courtyard, but after a long time, there were only a few scattered, as if Xu Zhuier's good days were coming to an end.

He stood stupidly for a while, squatted down with his skirts in his arms, picked and picked, finally got four together, held them in his hands and walked back, when he reached the door and was about to push, he heard the old man shouting inside: "...she is my..." hands and feet, my soul!"

Xu Zhui'er was stunned, and stopped there, and the old lady seemed to sigh: "That girl, after all, she didn't come from a decent family." She seemed to be distressed and helpless, "You should just raise a little girl." , you can sleep in her room all year round, but... you can't straighten yourself up."

Xu Zhui'er felt a pain in her chest, the pain was so painful that her chest was about to burst, the old lady in the room said again: "Another one, Deyong, the ladies all said that her body..." She paused for a long time before saying, "It seems that there is no Come here, you must have a queen."

Xu Zhui'er shook his hand, and the big walnut fell to the ground. With a clatter, he circled around him and rolled out. The room fell silent immediately, and the door creaked open from the inside. The old man stood there leaning on crutches, Kong looked at him and opened his mouth.

Xu Zhui'er forced a smile, "Well," he shook his lips, "No, I didn't hold it..."

There was a sudden bang in the front yard, like a firecracker, Xu Zhuier shuddered, and someone shouted from a distance: "Quick! Run! The bandits have entered the yard!"

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There was a sudden bang in the front yard, like a firecracker, Xu Zhuier shuddered, and someone shouted from a distance: "Run! Quick! The bandits have entered the yard!"

It was a gunshot!

The uncle grabbed Xu Zhui'er by the arm and pulled him into the room. Soon there was a burst of gunshots outside, screams and women's cries, the uncle hugged Xu Zhui'er, and wanted to pull his mother, the crutch Overturning, he fell hard to the ground.

"Boss!" Xu Zhui'er was in a daze, and wanted to help him, but the uncle seemed to have gone crazy, with red eyes, and shouted at the old lady: "Hide her!" He pointed to the big cabinet in the back room, "Take a rag to cover it!" superior!"

The old lady came to her senses and pulled Xu Zhui'er to push it in. The old man stumbled to his feet, threw himself to the side of the bed, and opened a small drawer on the bed frame. There was a pistol inside, with seven or eight bullets scattered beside it.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Xu Zhui'er was about to cry, "Take care of the boss first, his legs don't work well!"

The uncle looked back at him while grabbing bullets. His clean, stupid wife who hadn't consummated the house suddenly, the door was rushed from the outside, and two big men with knives came in. They were not very old, and their hair was half long. Not long, with a sheepskin waistcoat on his body, with two thick black arms exposed. When he saw the gun in the uncle's hand, he kicked his useless legs.

The bullets that hadn't been loaded in time scattered all over the floor, Xu Zhui'er and the old lady were pulled out by the collar, and the courtyard was full of people, men and women, and bandits with guns back and forth Strolling, Xu Zhui'er was thrown into the group of women, not far away were the second and third grandmothers with shrunken heads.

The uncle was across from them, thrown together with the servants and long-term workers, his crutches gone, and he looked towards them nervously. Xu Zhui'er didn't want to see him suffer, so he hunched over and wanted to get up, and immediately there were black muzzles pointing at him from both sides.

"Sit down," Second Mistress came up behind him at some point and tugged at his sleeve, "These are all bandits, what a brat you are showing your face!"

Xu Zhui'er sat down, but like a bird that had lost its nest, he looked towards the opposite side, pursing his mouth, as if he was about to feel distressed.

"I said," the third grandma also came over, muttering, she poured out a piece of charcoal left over from her sleeve, and smeared black ashes on her face indiscriminately, "That double gunner, really doesn't touch women?"

"Who knows," Second Mistress stretched out her hand to wipe it off, grabbing Xu Zhui'er worriedly, "Low your head!"

The bandits began to plunder from house to house. They rummaged through suitcases, wardrobes, and jewelry boxes, and threw sacks into the yard. Taking advantage of the crowd and chaos, Xu Zhui'er secretly looked at the old man. As soon as he caught sight of a shadow, a pair of long legs walked over in front of him, striding forward, cutting his sight away.

Ding Ding Dang Dang, it was Yuan Datou tied under the man's robe, there were dozens of them in a circle, all of them had their eyes pierced, they were weird and rich.

Just for a moment of surprise, Xu Zhui'er looked up along those legs. There was a three to five inch wide cowhide belt tied around his waist. A wildly broad chest, unbuttoned clothes, a long scar on the neck, and then a face, green, willful, and a little bit of weather-beaten vicissitudes.

Xu Zhui'er looked at him, and he happened to be looking at Xu Zhui'er too, just passing by, such a rough bandit leader, his eyes widened in a daze, and he stared fiercely at him.

Xu Zhui'er hurriedly lowered her head, because she was afraid, she unconsciously looked rustic, and squatted up with her knees hugged. The guy stood there, seemed to hesitate for a while, turned around, and walked away.

Second Mistress tugged at the corner of Xu Zhui'er's skirt at this time, intending to ask him to change his head backwards, but just as Xu Zhui'er was about to move, the double-gun general in front turned his face away, then turned it back, and took a few steps, not sideways Yi stopped in front of Xu Zhui'er, and lightly kicked his embroidered shoes with a leather boot: "Little wife, why are your feet so big?"

Xu Zhui'er didn't say anything, the guy squatted down with his legs crossed, and pulled his face with his big callused hands. He didn't look at other places when he turned it over, only looked at his left cheek, which was pure white.