Kuai Chuan Zhi Won't Love You Again

Shanghai is a woman.

It is not a young and ignorant girl with braids on her head, looking innocent and innocent, nor is it a gray-haired old woman walking towards the end of her life with a cane.It is a young and beautiful [-]-year-old girl, extremely youthful and very seductive.She was wearing a golden cheongsam with split ends, a white gauze scarf, and slender high-heeled shoes.If she smiles, even if she just reveals a slight smile, there are men who are willing to spend a lot of money on her. If she cries, she will cry with pear blossoms and rain.Although she is beautiful, she is also impermanent.When you take off her cheongsam, you may see her beautiful and unparalleled body, and spend the spring night with her together, or you may see her sneering at you with a ruthless smile, and take out the gun in your hand to finish it off. Your boring life.

As always, Shanghai wakes up very early today.The sparrows on the branches were chirping non-stop, the willow branches were fluttering in the wind, and a few willow leaves fell and broke into the windows of strangers' houses.The air was bitter in the morning, and after taking a few breaths, I felt a knife blade slide down my throat deep into it.After a while, the warm sun shone into the alley, and the winding alley also warmed up, and a few spots of warm yellow were reflected on the potholed road.Chickens crow and dogs bark, hawking and shouting are intertwined and endless.Some people carried burdens across the street, and some people sat at the door of their yards while holding a pipe, puffing smoke from time to time, and the noise of children playing and screaming came from the other side of the alley.

If you have never seen the hustle and bustle of Shanghai at night, you will probably feel safe and satisfied when you go out in such a morning.

The weather is getting warmer and more and more people are going out.A black car passed through the crowd against the light and stopped in front of a quaint house.The car stopped steadily, and after a while, the man in military uniform opened the door, then walked to the other door, opened the door, bent his knees slightly, and showed a respectful attitude.

A young man got out of the car.He has a slender figure and a torch-like gaze. When he walks, he stands straight and does not look sideways, but it does not make people feel superior, but rather trustworthy.

Chu Feiyu walked up to the gate of the courtyard, just paused for a moment, pushed the door open and strode in. With a "squeak", the old wooden door tremblingly welcomed the arrival of the new guest.

The few plants in the yard were growing just right at this time, and they were just ordinary flowers and plants that could not be named. The colors were bright and gorgeous, and they seemed to be full of vitality in the somewhat dilapidated yard.There are also some precious flowers, only a little survived, and the rest have long since withered, and the petals fell in the yard that no one cleaned, and they were bleak and lush at the same time.The blue sky, blue tiles, red flowers and green leaves, magpies perched on the branches, and the babbling and humming of the troupe not far away, I think it has the taste of ink painting.

The man next to him was four or five steps behind Chu Feiyu. Although it was not the first time, he still felt a little strange.He stopped, stood at the door like before, looked around at the boss in front of him, then waved to himself, and walked into his sister's house calmly.It's not like a younger sister, after all, no one has ever seen a younger sister who really dared to drive his brother out of the house, but if it wasn't for the younger sister, which man would be able to swallow his anger like this?But after all, it was someone else's housework. The man thought about it, and felt that the family members of a big family were complicated.Sigh, let it be.

When Chu Feiyu entered, his sister in name was sitting on the floor rolling a cigarette.She seemed to have an irresistible attachment to such things.The hair has just been washed, probably just a few simple scrubs, and then it is loosely scattered behind the back. The water drops are dripping, and the shoulders are already wet.Her skin is fair, with an abnormal transparency, but her hair is like ink, soaked in rich and deep black.Willow-leaf eyebrows, narrow and long eyes, eyebrows slightly raised, inexplicably carrying a kind of bewilderment.She was wearing a white nightdress made of silk, but she was wearing a small red cotton shirt with large flowers.He didn't react when he heard someone's footsteps coming in, neither did she raise her head in panic, nor did she look at each other warily.There is only a long black hair that cannot be melted away, and a casual and idle posture of rolling a cigarette.

Chu Feiyu stared at her hand.He only found out a few days ago that these hands had killed a few more people, and now he saw that the owner of these hands was doing this gentle thing without haste.She put the paper commonly used by ordinary people and the tobacco that is often sold in the market, and then rolled it up a little bit, put it to her mouth and licked it, then put it aside, and continued to roll the rest.

I don't know how long it has been curled up like this, but the sun's rays are streaming through the gaps in the windows.Chu Feiyu didn't speak, just sat on the stool by the doorway, watching a few petals roll to his feet, and then the smoke was blown away by the wind.

Inexplicably, he remembered the scene when he first met Su Nianlan.He was 24 years old that year, and he temporarily received a mission to go to Yunnan.There are many bandits on the border of Yunnan, and the bandit suppression operation lasted for more than half a year.The bandit leader was a clever man, so he left his brothers and ran into the market.Chu Feiyu searched for him for a long time, until Dong Dong got the news that he was hiding in a slum, so he took his brothers and groped into his hiding place.

The first time I saw Su Nianlan was in a row of slums, a dilapidated small house, and the cold winter wind poured into the room from all directions.There was nothing in the house for warmth except for a faintly burning candle.Open the door curtain to see a bed, not so much a bed, it is more appropriate to say that it is just a wooden board.Su Nianlan was lying on the bed, her black hair covered half of her face, only her thin chin and abnormally rosy lips were visible.The fleshy man lay on top of her, panting heavily, and with a rough pull of his hand, the rest of his clothes fell off.

When she saw him when she looked up, there was only a trace of puzzlement in her eyes, then she had no other reaction, she lowered her head again, and went tenderly with that man.She was very thin at that time, she looked like a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, she didn't have much flesh on her body, but her beautiful face was already worthy of a man's heart.The brothers under him rushed over and pulled the man off the bed, some of them threw him on the ground and held him, while the others stood consciously at the door.The rest of the people walked into another room and started a crackling search.This process was extremely fast and sudden, and the woman on the bed just shrank her shoulders without saying a word.

The man was crying, hugging his thigh with snot and tears, he kicked hard, and the man lay on the ground.He walked up to her, looked at her black and white eyes, and somehow his heart moved, he picked up the bed sheet that fell on the floor and threw it on her.

"Do you have a cigarette?" She said suddenly, her throat was dry, and her voice was still immature.He handed her the cigarette, and she took it, showing several bruises on her arm.She didn't care, took a box of matches from under the pillow, lit the cigarette skillfully, the light of the fire illuminated her pale cheeks, and there was a bit of precocious vicissitudes in her eyes.

She took a sip, looking sleepy, "Sir, you're interrupting my money-making."

Chu Feiyu glanced at the man on the ground.He knew that there were a lot of people who were prostitutes, and instead of going to brothels to sell, they just started their own business. It was not uncommon for him to have seen younger than her, but most of them were unwilling, unlike the other party, It seems to be doing something that can be seen by people.

"You're still young, you can't do anything right but this." He still couldn't bear it, so he asked her.The other party was very surprised, and there was a bit of teasing in his tone, "I'm good-looking, what else do I do if I don't do this?"

Chu Feiyu found it ridiculous.I heard the girl continue to say, "My parents died early, and they were neither relied on nor dragged down. People like me are just bullied no matter where we go. Why don't we come out early to sell, earn money, and be able to exchange words?" eat."

"It's just a pity, it's my first time today, and you ran out to disrupt the situation for me." She took another puff of cigarette and spit it out forcefully, not caring about other people's reactions. More sulking came out.

Chu Feiyu secretly scolded him for looking for trouble when he had nothing to do, and the close soldier ran in from there and whispered a few words in his ear.He was quite surprised, and walked to the other side, seeing that the little soldier opened his palm to reveal a blue handkerchief.He unwrapped the handkerchief and saw a medal. He picked up the medal and observed it carefully. He changed the side and saw the two characters engraved on the back, "Chu Ji".

Chu Feiyu's face became abnormal.

He glanced at her, and she also looked at him, still indifferent, "When are you leaving? Can I still do this business?"

"Where are your parents from?" He asked her in a deep voice.

She stopped smoking and squinted at the handkerchief in his hand, "Sir, don't you care too much?"

"Damn it, where are the girls chattering, you just answer when we ask, where is there so much nonsense!"

"Give me the handkerchief." She raised her chin and smiled coquettishly.

Chu Feiyu didn't even think about why he handed the things to her, but saw that she threw away the medal, leaving only a handkerchief.

"This one, my mother left it to me." She waved the handkerchief, and looked at the medal on the ground, "That rag, probably belonged to my immortal father?"

She still didn't seem to care much, he already had some calculations in his heart.When my father was out, he met a Japanese woman, and it is said that he had a romantic relationship with her. When my mother found out, she was very sad and died in depression.He knew that his father had left a medal for that woman. He originally thought it was just a past event, but he didn't expect it to be involved one day.Looking at her expression, he also knew his own background, besides she is a descendant of the Japanese, he thought over and over again, but finally kept silent.

"Take this money, don't do this in the future." He gave her three yuan, and when she saw her take it indifferently, and saw a few bruises on her shoulders, he couldn't say anything even though he was always cold. What a serious word.

"Oh, thank you, sir!" She took it and gave her a grateful smile, finally looking a little more like a child.He wondered inexplicably, if she was a child of a rich family, she would live a carefree life. Which family's child would want to show up and be a prostitute?

The men in the room were all around her, they were still young after all, and with a little contempt in their hearts, he drank them out and watched her play with the remaining cigarette butts like a child.

Selling your body, smoking and taking drugs, you will either die this way or die that way.He knew it was a mess.He still relented.

He still remembered that when he hugged her, she put her arms around her neck and asked innocently, "Are you planning to marry me because of my beauty?" She looked like a little girl, like a brother hugging a younger sister who doesn't know much about the world. .It's a pity that she later found out that she was the son left behind by the "old man", and she was never willing to give her father and herself a good face.

Chu Feiyu felt that he had been silent for a long time, until Su Nianlan put the cigarette away, picked it up and smoked one, and asked him lazily with his chin propped up, "What's the matter?" Then he pulled his thoughts back.

"Father's birthday in a few days, you should come too."

She raised her head and laughed, "Is it too old to celebrate your birthday?" She curled her lips, still reluctantly, "Let's see when the time comes, I'll go when I have time."

"What is having time and what is not having time?"

"If you have time, you have time, if you don't have time, you don't have time."

Su Nianlan shrugged, and shook the excess hair back, "Let's go after talking, I'll look at you, it's annoying."

Chu Feiyu did not wait too long.Probably just like what Su Nianlan said, he was also annoyed when he saw her.