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A fool can't speak, he can't even pronounce it.Once I just came out of the alley, the fool standing at the door of his house suddenly pointed his finger at me, and said "ah... heh... heh..." in a broken voice, and I was so frightened that I ran back. Home.

I don't want to see this fool at all, but I can't help it.

My family lives here and his is nearby, so I always run into him.

I hate him and I know him too.I know he is really dangerous.

Once, I hid in the alley and saw him tearing a hen in his hand.

The hen kept writhing and screaming.But the fool turned a deaf ear, he pulled one of the hen's wings vigorously.I heard the hen screaming suddenly, its wings were torn apart by the fool.

I felt chills in my heart when I saw it, and I firmly grasped the stick beside me and remained motionless.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped his hands and turned his head to look at me.I was so scared that I took a step back and ran back home.

When my dad came home that night, he yelled and cursed as soon as he entered the house.He kicked off the shoes on his feet, rolled up his trouser legs and hissed while watching, his calf was bruised a lot, I heard him say, "That damn bastard is quite strong, my legs are all crushed It was bruised."

My mother muttered in a bad mood, "The child is like this, and he is still released all the time. His family is also wicked."

Probably out of anger, my mother said angrily, "No, why don't I go to his house?"

My dad raised his head and gave my mother a gouged look, "Come on, go find it and get bumped by that idiot. Next time that idiot dares to provoke me again, I'll kick him to death."

My mother went back feeling bored, but she was suffocated in her chest, and her face was not very good-looking. When she turned her head and saw me, she immediately yelled at me, "Son, do you hear me? You also stay away from that fool." point!"

I nodded vigorously.

Then I started elementary school, and I couldn't hide at home all day.

My parents have no time to take me to and from school, so I have to go by myself.

In the morning, in order to avoid that fool, I would deliberately get up early and leave early.In order not to run into a fool who also likes to get up early.

At noon, I stayed at school to eat in the cafeteria.

And at night, I always stand at the corner of the street and wait for my dad to come back from get off work, and then go home together.

Because the fool must be at the entrance of my alley at this time, he may not do anything, just sit on the ground with his legs stretched out.

One day when I was in first grade, my dad and I came home and saw that idiot shitting in our alley.

My dad was furious at that moment, stepped forward quickly, and kicked the idiot in the chest.

The idiot fell down uncontrollably and sat down on his shit.

I was disgusted, as if a stench had hit my nose.

The idiot got up immediately after sitting down.He moved like a monkey, with an unnatural dexterity.He slapped my dad hard, and then ran away from the alley.

When me and my dad came in, my dad yelled at me again. Fucking idiot.

My mother gritted her teeth and said, "It must be instigated by his family. Didn't he squat in front of his house before? Now he comes to our alley, because he sees our house as a bully."

My dad scoffed, "Fart", and didn't say any more.

My mother also turned her head and stopped talking.

Then I remembered that the idiot did shit in front of his own house before.

Going forward, he seemed to be standing straight in his trouser pocket. Later, his family simply made him open crotch pants. I saw his bird exposed from the opening several times.

His bird looks disgusting, with its black fur.That scene has stimulated me for a long time in my childhood memory.

Later, one winter, I saw him standing outside, pushing his legs together vigorously, and sometimes stroking the bird and thighs with his hands, probably because it was too cold.Later, his open crotch pants were gone, and he learned to take off his pants to shit and pee.

One day in the second grade, my dad and I walked into the alley.

My dad stopped suddenly, turned around to face the stick, and began to undo his belt.

I thought about it, and stood next to him to untie my pants.

Before I had the urge to urinate, I heard the sound of my dad urinating.

I couldn't help but glanced sideways, but I was startled when I saw that my dad's bird also had black hair growing near it.

I didn't even feel like peeing anymore, I just stared blankly at my dad with the bird in my hand.

My dad glanced at me sideways, then scratched my head, "What are you looking at? Peed on you."

I immediately retracted my head and hurriedly pulled up my pants.

After entering the house, I quietly flustered.That idiot's bird has hair near it, and my dad has it too, why don't I have it?I was suddenly a little scared, and I suspected that it was actually me who was abnormal.

I didn't dare to ask my dad, I was afraid he would send me to the hospital, I really hate hospitals.

I didn't bother with it for a few days though, and I quickly put it behind me.

One weekend in the third grade, I stayed at home alone.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, I heard the noise of children playing in the street.

I recognized the voice of one of them, it was Song Guoren.

He is my classmate, he has a bunch of friends.

I hate him very much, because once I heard him jokingly call me stupid with his friends.

He is stupid, how can I be like that fool?

When I was not in school, I saw groups of friends playing together.

Then I thought, why don't I have friends?Maybe when I go to school there will be.

But in fact, after I went to school, I was still alone. I was the same as that fool, and I didn't have any friends.

I think my classmates are disgusting me, but I don't know why.

One day, when I heard Song Guoren's voice, I suddenly became curious about what they were doing.

So I ran out of the house and hid at the entrance of the alley to look out.

Song Guoren and five or six other children surrounded the idiot, they laughed so hard that their teeth were exposed, they howled and stabbed the idiot with the stick in their hands.

The idiot flinched from being stabbed, and from time to time he made a sound of "ah... ah...".

I stare at him and I hope he fights back.

Isn't he very strong?Why not beat up those who tease him?

But he let me down so much, he just shrank his head and hid his head with his arms, and buried his face in his arms.

Song Guo let them play enough, and finally he spit out a mouthful of thick white foam at the fool.

The others followed suit, and one spit on the fool.

Those people left, and the fool was still huddled there motionless.

I don't know where the anger came from, I suddenly picked up the stone on the ground and threw it at the fool.

He shook from being hit by me, turned his head, and saw me in the alley all at once.

As soon as I looked at him, I immediately looked away and ran back home quickly.

☆, The Fool of Xiangyan Town

One day in the fourth grade, I went home late because I was a student on duty.

When I arrived at the intersection, I didn't see my dad, and I didn't see him after waiting for a long time.

I suspect he's gone home.

I had to go home alone.

When I was approaching the entrance of the alley, I heard a thin whining sound.

I walked lightly, lying at the entrance of the alley and looking in quietly.

In the dim light, I saw my dad kneeling on the ground.

Under him is a fool lying on his back, that fool is constantly thrashing.

My dad's legs were kneeling on the fool's arms, my dad's butt was pressing down on the fool's waist, my father was holding the fool's chin with one hand, and holding his own bird with the other hand.

He's pissing in the fool's mouth.

I quietly left the alley entrance.

I stepped back to the street corner, rolled myself up, and squatted in the cold wind.

I can't remember how long it was, my dad's voice came from a distance, "Grass, your mother, where the hell did you die?"

I turned my head, and my dad came over with a flashlight. He shook my eyes for a long time, then grabbed my arm and pulled me up, kicked my ass, and told me to go home for dinner.

I never said a word.

In the winter vacation of the fifth grade, my mother went back to her natal home, and she hadn't come back for a week.

I am alone at home all day.

One night, my dad went out after dinner.

I didn't ask him what he was doing, maybe he was going to the bathroom.

But he didn't come back for a long time, and I couldn't help worrying.

I opened the door and whispered "Dad?" to the prematurely dark sky

My dad didn't answer me, so I closed the door and walked out.

I walked around the yard for a long time, and I seemed to hear a very loud sound.

I hesitated for a long time, and finally walked towards the gate.

The gate was not locked, it was only ajar.

I quietly pushed the door open and looked into the dark alley.

I saw a black shadow moving in the alley.

The black shadow above was wheezing, and the black shadow below was gagged and let out an indistinct whine.

My dad broke the fool's legs and he stuck his own bird in the fool's white ass.

He kept poking and poking, like pounding garlic, he poked the idiot's ass making a puffing sound.

I was dumbfounded, I didn't understand what he was doing.

At this time, my dad sent his waist forward fiercely, he trembled for a while motionless, and then he suddenly turned his head as if feeling something.

My dad was taken aback for a moment, and then scolded me, "What are you looking at?! Go back to the house!"

I was as chilled as I was when I saw the fool tearing up the live chicken.Without saying a word, I turned around and ran back to the house.

After entering, I went back to my room, lifted the quilt and hid in the bed.

I started to get scared, I was afraid that my dad would come back suddenly, run into my house, and treat me like that fool.

I shivered and hid under the blanket, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Later, when my mother came back, I didn't dare to say anything, and I never saw my father stabbing a fool again.

The summer vacation at the end of the sixth grade was my last leisure time at home.Because I went to the city after junior high school, and I will definitely keep homework in the future winter and summer vacations.

I stay at home with nothing to do, but I'm not bored.

I rarely go out, I have nowhere to go.

And when I go out, I always see that fool.

The fool is still the same, he drank my dad's urine and was stabbed like that, but he was neither poisoned nor died of pain.He still appeared at the entrance of the alley with tenacious vitality.

One afternoon, when I opened the gate and looked out, I saw that fool was also in the alley.

He took off his trousers, and the layers of trousers were all piled up at his knees.

He was playing with his bird against the stick.

His bird was sticky, and he rubbed it against the thin wood from time to time.

I think this fool is stunned, and he seems to be even more stupid.

Then he suddenly turned his head and saw me lying at the door.

I was startled, and quickly closed the door hard, and then used the door latch to lock the door.

But the door plug of my house was very rusted. I fumbled for a long time without breaking it, and then the door was suddenly knocked open.

I was so scared that I let go, turned around and ran into the house.

I heard stumbling footsteps behind me, and the idiot caught up.

I was so scared that my brain went blank, that fool would never approach my house before.

I didn't have time to lock the door of the outer room, so I ran into my bedroom quickly, and then locked the door.

But I was so panicked that my door was knocked open by a fool again.

His trousers were gone, his whole lower body consisted of bare legs and dirty shoes, and his bird pouted as if sick.

I yelled and hit him hard on the head, then turned around and ran into the bed and wrapped myself in the quilt.

His head was tilted by me, but he stared at me blankly as if he didn't know the pain.

Then he took a step forward and onto my bed.

I started yelling like crazy, like I was trying to scare him off with the noise.

But it didn't work, he started pulling my quilt.

I pulled the quilt tightly and competed with him.

He suddenly exerted strength and pulled the quilt away, and my whole body was brought and fell beside him.

Before I could get up again, he pressed my back. Since then, I can't get up again.

He took off my pants, he kept digging on my buttocks with his hands, then he sat on my waist, his ass rubbed back and forth between my waist and buttocks, finally he got up a little bit, and then His bird went into my ass.

I screamed and I started crying.

My voice was hoarse from crying, and my vision was blurred, but the fool never let me go.

He stabbed my ass like my dad did to him that night.

I was sore and tired, and I was exhausted. I began to move slowly, and slowly sank into the bed and collapsed.

I don't know when the idiot stopped, when he pulled away from my body, I trembled from the pain again.

The idiot got out of bed, and he began to walk out slowly with flimsy steps.

I don't know where the strength came from, and I suddenly jumped up.

I grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it hard into the fool's back.

The fool stopped, he bowed his head in disbelief.

I pulled out the knife forcefully, and he was brought down by my force.

He lay on his back in front of me, staring at me unblinkingly.

I raised the knife again and stabbed him in the chest again.

I can't count how many knives were stabbed until a hard object hit me head-on and hit me in the eye.

I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I knew that the fool was killed by me, and my left eye was gone.

On his deathbed, that idiot smashed my eyes with the dictionary I left on the floor. My eyelids can't be opened now, and the inside is smashed.

However, he is dead, maybe I am not bad.

I laughed so hard that one eye kept weeping.

My mother told me that I would be sent to a juvenile correctional institution.

I said "oh".

During my hospitalization, my dad never said a word to me.I know he is guilty.

His son was raped by a man, and my father taught him the crime of rape.

I learned the meaning of that behavior from the doctor's mouth, and I felt ridiculous.

It turns out that this is rape. It turns out that rape doesn't just happen between men and women.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I was sent directly to the correctional center.

When I stepped into my lodging at night, I suddenly let out a howl.

Everyone was startled by me, they were yelling and cursing, and someone pressed down on me who kept thrashing.

I asked them, how can there be fools here?Isn't he already dead?

They all said I was crazy, there are no fools.

I was later transferred to a mental hospital, because I always asked, killing is easy, how to kill ghosts?

They said I was mentally ill, I didn't believe it at all.

I did see a fool who would not let me go when he turned into a ghost.

He stood right in front of me, only my blind left eye could see him.

He looked at me with no expression and no sound, his eyes seemed to have not seen me at all.

But at night, he would unfasten his trousers and pounce on me. I was so scared that I ran away.

I was yelling and running, exhausted, I couldn't let him catch me, I couldn't let him do that to me again.

As long as I am alive, as long as I have a little strength, I will run, push him away, and run to a place where there is no him.

But there are some things that I can't decide. Those doctors in white clothes gave me a tranquilizer, and then they tied me to a chair.

It was useless for me to cry and make a fuss, they threw me in an empty house inhumanely.

When night came, the fool approached me with a bird, but this time, I could no longer escape...

【End】

☆, The Blind Man of Xiangyan Town

My family lives in Xiangyan Town, and there is a blind man near my house.

The blind man makes a living by touching bones. When no one is around, he will come out of the room and stand in the yard of his house.

The person who took care of him was not very responsible, and the door of his house was often left open, so when I passed by occasionally, I could see the blind man standing motionless holding the door through the wide open door.

At first I thought he was basking in the sun, but then I saw the same blind man standing at the door at night, so I didn't think so.

I think he figured it out.

But he couldn't see, so he didn't dare to move, he could only stand at the door and "wait and see" in an unknown direction.

I sympathize with him, pity him, I think he is too unfortunate.

I tried closing my eyes and staying in my room.

I closed my eyes to drink water, go to the bathroom, and I couldn't help laughing when I acted, because I thought it was self-abuse, and this kind of play was extremely inconvenient.

I thought, if it goes on for a long time, I will probably be able to naturally sense whether the cup is full when I receive water, instead of pressing the inside of the cup with my fingers to try.

If it goes on for a long time, maybe I will gradually feel shameless, unbutton my pants and pee at will, regardless of whether there are people around me watching.

Like that blind man.

He must not know, I was watching him secretly.

No reason, I'm just curious about his life.

How does a person like him struggle to survive?

I went to find his bones, I want to know his work.

His procedure was very simple, he asked me to lie down in front of him, and then his hands pressed on my waist.

I'm not sure if it's my illusion, I always feel that being touched by a blind man is different from being touched by an ordinary person.

The blind man's touch method is very detailed. He slowly touched my waist, like a different kind of animal that relies on the sense of touch to perceive other animals.

Every time I look for him, I don't talk too much, I just let him touch me concisely.

I don't know if he recognizes me, senses how many times I've come to him.

Sometimes I wish he would recognize me, and sometimes I wish he would not.

He touches very quickly every time, then tells me that I am sick, and then prescribes medicine for me.

His medicines are small paper packets containing powdered medicine. At first glance, he looks like a charlatan setting up a street stall.

Maybe if he wasn't blind, he would be real, so I threw away all the medicine he sold me.

I don't believe him, even though many people say that he is a good doctor, he has cured some patients with chronic diseases in their backs, legs and feet.

I don't believe these, God knows if they are psychological effects.

So why should I spy on the blind? I can only say that I am curious.And he's such an easy target, he's defenseless, he can't see, he can't do anything.

From another perspective, everyone around him is like a ghost to him.

Can't see, can't feel, maybe exist, don't know good or evil.

I think I'm a good ghost, and even if I'm not, I'm not evil either.

Because I didn't hurt him, at most I watched silently when he accidentally fell down, watched him get up pitifully, and watched his face either sad or fragile or numb.

In the day-to-day surveillance, I became more and more excessive.

I even went to his house late at night when I couldn't sleep.

His door was locked, so I climbed over the wall. I blatantly pushed open his door, and then stood silently at the door.

He has good hearing, he will be woken up by me, and then he will sit up vigilantly from the bed and "look" in my direction.

But all his actions were in vain, he closed his eyes, he couldn't see anything.

I imagined, why didn't he open his eyes?

Behind his eyelids, is it black or white?

Are his eyelids already dead?

There is no answer, I haven't asked, and he won't say it.

For several nights, I stood in his room.

From being panicked and restless at the beginning, he didn't dare to fall asleep, but he gradually became used to numbness, waiting for my movements with his eyes open.

I sometimes walk around, coming and going in his room, very busy.Sometimes I would not make a sound, until he fell asleep because of the unbearable, and then I walked over.

I look at his sleeping face, and sometimes I think maybe it would be better if he died.How clean it is to die.Why doesn't he die.

Why should I live.

I do not know.

I perceive the taste of being alive through his actions, which seems a little perverted.

But my thoughts fell into a strange situation, even if he raised his hand and scratched an itch, I would think in my heart, ah, he moved.He is alive yet.

A blind man needs to eat, sleep, work, and go to the bathroom.

I've seen everything he does.

When he went to the toilet, I followed him quietly, and when he stopped, I stood beside him, watching him pull down his pants chain, stop for a while, and then go to pick out my dick.

Or clumsily walk into the toilet, turn around, squat down like a frog, spread her legs like a woman, and face me.

I looked down at the top of his head, he was shitting, I took off my pants and stood in front of his face to masturbate.

I sometimes wonder, what would he do if I peed in his face instead of masturbating?

Will you rush up naked and break my bird?

I laughed maliciously, but it was just a laugh, I didn't do that.

He has sensed me, that's for sure.

Because when my emotions come up, my breathing will increase.

Even if my strokes are very light, there will still be movement.

Even the surrounding air might be blown up by my impetuous actions.

But why didn't he respond?

I'm not sure if I was expecting his reaction, maybe I was waiting, waiting for him to yell "who" and ask "what are you going to do?", and I immediately jumped on it.

Hold him down, hold him down, take off his pants for him, and lick the bird for him.

When he was breathing unevenly, when he was crying, I gasped and laughed in his ear, and told him, "Usually you always touch me, this time I will touch you."

However, I always feel that there is something missing, what is missing?I can't figure it out.

☆, The Blind Man of Xiangyan Town

I am puzzled, but this does not affect my peeping.

I never tire of it, I intensified, I even touched his bed crazily.

I put my arms around his shoulders, which are very narrow, and he himself is thinner than me.

He shuddered when I touched him, and suddenly grabbed my hand.

I waited quietly, waiting for his reaction, I don't know what he will do next.

He didn't keep me waiting, and soon, he took my hand and slid it under his body until it was pressed against his body.

I looked at him in surprise, he sat with his back to me, moved his hand away, silent.

I tried to pinch him, his legs twisted tight, his whole body trembled, and then he immediately returned to his innocent appearance.

So I wrapped my whole body around him, bit on his thin ear, lightly yao inside, and tian heavily on his face.

He tremblingly let me do what I did, and even touched my waist backwards.

He pinched the back of my spine, moved away, and reached into my pants.

My back was sore and numb, I remembered that he usually felt the same way when he touched the bone, the strength of the pinching, the position of the pinching, and the feeling of pinching were all the same.

A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind in the heat of my body.I grabbed his face, pulled him towards me, and asked him, "Do you know who I am?"

He kept silent, brought his face closer, and kissed carelessly.

I became even hotter. I didn't care about other things, and crazily pressed him on the bed.

But he was more stubborn than I imagined, and his strength was abnormal. We wrestled for a long time, but I was crushed by him.

He rides on my waist, and at some point his pants are gone, and mine are gone too.

Then he squeezed my crotch, released it, and sat his ass up.

It's so tight I doubt I'll poke it. Not go in.

But his movements were ruthless, and he sat down abruptly.

I let out a cry of pain and bowed my body.I pushed him, but he couldn't move.

He pinched my arm and shook it vigorously like riding a horse.

I gradually lost my mind, waves of electric currents ran wildly on my body, and I wanted to scream.

But I endured it after all, no matter how hard he came up, I would go back as hard as I could.

I imagined myself becoming a wild horse, a wild horse in heat, galloping.

I was exhausted from running, and my eyes even went black. When I ejaculated, I had the illusion that I ejaculated my soul together.

I convulsed, vented, and breathed joyfully.

Drenched in sweat, I turned my face away, like a pregnant woman who just gave birth, and couldn't help smiling to see the person sitting on me.

His eyes were still closed, and he felt where we joined. He even grabbed my dick and tried to re-insert it as my penis slid out of him.

I couldn't help laughing at him, reached out and pushed his hand away, and pinched his face.

His hands obediently moved away, but he still groped my waist and legs dishonestly, and when he groped, he strayed, and he groped on the bed, and then he continued to grope on the bed.

He was propped on the bed with all fours, his buttocks were still sticking to me, his hind legs didn't move, and his front legs flailed around.

I tilted my head to watch his movements.

After a while, his hands touched the edge of the bed and under the quilt.

I suddenly felt palpitations, and couldn't help but sat up straight.

But I was one step too late, he quickly took out a pair of scissors from under the bed, and inserted them into my eyes.

It's hard for me to know how he aimed at my eyes, I'm pretty sure he just wanted to ram my eyes.

I was in so much pain, I screamed, I hit him and kicked him until he moved away from me.

I can't see anything, he's gone!

I started to panic again, I was afraid that I was going to die, I was already in pain.

Before I could yell and yell, I begged him, begged him to save me.

But he's gone, he's gone like a ghost!

I yelled "ahhh" and staggered to the bed.

I fell, I started to climb, I was running around in the dark.

I am like a mad cow suffering from epilepsy, running around naked.

I finally got hold of something slippery and it dawned on me that it was his ankle.

I shook my hand on it, and finally I let go of my strength, and knelt down at the bottom of his feet.

I begged him, "Help me..."

With one hand on my head, he said softly, "Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

I really settled down and even the pain wasn't that unbearable.

He knelt down and hugged my head, and suddenly hit me hard on the back of the neck.

I cried out in pain and completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, my eyes were covered with gauze, but my eyes were blood red.

There is a hand slowly touching my body, I have no clothes on my body.

I know who he is, I don't know where this is, maybe it's his home.

But I can't judge because I can't see.

He broke my legs. I knew what he wanted to do, but I didn't do it.

He changed something cold and stuck it on my leg.

I didn't know if it was a knife or what, I opened my legs obediently.

He squeezed in, and pushed in again, with fierce movements, like chopping wood.

I held my breath, but I couldn't hold back the soreness and heat in my eyes.

I cried silently, no one saw me cry.

I was shaking all over.

Day after day, I was imprisoned by the blind.

Sometimes he comes, sometimes he fucks me, sometimes he lets me fuck, and then he hugs me to sleep like a wife.

Sometimes I want to kill him, sometimes I don't, I let him cuddle and make him a pair of gutter bugs.

After a long time, the blind man took my hand and led me outside.

I don't know where he is taking me, but I feel the sunshine, that long-lost, warm feeling.

I followed him slowly, and I heard the sound of him touching things around him from time to time.

Finally he stopped, stretched out his hands to untie my pants, and made a coaxing sound like a child.

I finally knew that he was taking me out to the bathroom.He used to use the urinal for me inside the house.

I didn't move for a long time, his "wow" stopped, paused for a moment, and asked me, "What's wrong?"

I didn't make a sound, I reached out and touched his arm.

He backhanded my wrist.

I turned my head to look at him, and said softly, "Is there anyone around?"

He gave a short laugh, then patted the back of my hand reassuringly, and said to me, "Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

So I turned around and went to the bathroom with peace of mind.

He came up to me suddenly, and said to me in a breathy voice, "I'll kill him if someone is there..."

I couldn't help shaking, and even suppressed my original desire to urinate.

He put his arms around my waist again, and made a soft "huh" sound from his mouth.

I seem to hear him say proudly:

"Shh..."

Keep reading, I will kill you sooner or later.

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