Disgusted

Oranges are very sensitive to growing conditions, such as land, slope, sunlight, and especially temperature differences. A temperature difference of 0.5 degrees may produce different shapes and acidity.

When reading these materials, Qingkong hadn’t started to hate oranges, or to be precise, the fork that made her hate oranges hadn’t come yet. At that time, she was still walking on a pure and straight path of life, and her eyes were only focused on a point in front of her toes. The place.

Why did you look up information about oranges at that time?Aozora couldn't remember, but she clearly remembered her thoughts at the time: "What a willful and harsh guy!" She remembered standing by the reading shelf in the library, flipping through the pages of the encyclopedia, thinking.

After that evening, Saori never contacted Qingkong again.When I remembered this, Aozora was doing a monthly inventory check in the bookstore.The work is coming to an end, the display window of the bookstore that is crowded with books casts the unique golden orange light at dusk, Aozora takes off his glasses, slowly stretches his stiff shoulders, and glances across the rows of bookshelves against the wall And the display cabinet in the center, and then remembered that Saori hadn't called her this week.

Ordinarily, there is nothing abnormal about this, the two of them have not been in contact very often, their familiarity is only more name information than passer-by A, and more physical contact than netizens... No, speaking of it, Aozora is not even sure "Saori" is Her real name, nickname or another screen name.

Thinking of Qing Kong, he shook his head, put back his astigmatism glasses, checked the last bit of inventory information with the report in the computer, saved it, and then turned off the computer, and turned off the lights on the first and second floors one by one.Finally put the glasses in the drawer, took the coat, locked the door of the store, and walked slowly to the street.

No matter how cold the winter in the southern town is, it is not so cold that the breath turns into frost.Qingkong put on the coat in his hand, and put his hands in his pockets.She has always been glad that she was not born in the north, otherwise she might die young if she could not survive the winter due to her cold body.

About half a year ago, Qing Kong came to this small town where her mother was born and raised for the first time. At that time, she only felt that it was bustling and desolate: there were high-rise buildings built after demolition everywhere, and before any residents moved in, it looked empty, like a Another huge tombstone full of hollows.Next to it is a messy street. Small shops put their goods straight on the side of the road. Motorcycles are parked randomly, and people are squeezed among the traffic and goods. Behind the shop is a short and thick red brick house-the kind of southern Fujian The unique brick-walled and red-tiled huts are just old and casually built. The canine teeth criss-cross alleys and dark passages, like a maze. Qingkong tried to walk in it for almost an hour before getting out.

It is said that this town is desolate, but it has its own vitality. There are several large shoe factories and clothing factories around it, and the foreign population gathers.From the old district to the east, there is an urban style, the main road, chain stores on both sides, and a large shopping mall in the past.Qingkong's residence is between the old and the new. If we use color as a metaphor, it is like the middle of the two completely different colors of blue and red-purple blue-an ambiguous color.

There is a long slope between the bookstore and Qingkong’s residence, and it only takes about 10 minutes to walk slowly, but there are five or six fruit stands in the middle of such a small road.It should be because of the key middle school, there are many students, so besides meals, they also need a lot of fruits.Thinking about it, Qingkong took out a camel cigarette and lit one, then walked to the opposite road, avoiding the fruit shop in front of him.It was the time for oranges to go on the market, and the stall was full of golden oranges.

I'm afraid I can't complain too much, after all, it is because of the school that the bookstore can survive.Qing Kong exhaled a puff of smoke, and the smoke dissipated enchantingly under the street lamp.Because of that orange color, she frowned and thought of the gauze that peeled off the orange that day, and her fingers touching the skin.

At the beginning, Qingkong didn't call her Saori, but called her "Sand", and she responded indifferently, until she went to bed for the first time, and Qingkong heard her softly "Ai" in the sleepless confusion With a sound, the warm body leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Please call me 'Saori' from now on," she said, her voice hoarse than usual. "The yarn that is spun, the weave that weaves."

"Oh." Qing Kong half-opened his eyes, sleepy looked at her like a hungry vulture hovering low in the sky, which made her a little impatient. "Please continue to call me 'Blue Sky' from now on. The blueness of the sky, the emptiness of the air." After she finished speaking, she felt that she fell into a deep sleep without a transitional chapter.

When she woke up again, Saori was no longer by her side.Qingkong didn't know her address, her job, her hobbies, whether she had a boyfriend or husband during working hours, and so on. All she had was a string of phone numbers and an ID number for a hiking forum.

But when she received a call a week later, Qingkong naturally called her a new name. "Hello, Saori."

"Hello, Aozora." On the other end of the phone, she responded gently, sounding happy.

They made an appointment to meet on the weekend of the next day, Qingkong really didn't want to go to the hotel again, so he hesitated for a while, and asked Saori to come directly to his residence.

"Need, do you want to bring me some greetings?" Saori asked with a smile.

"Hmm. Sexy underwear?" Aozora joked.

"...Maybe it can't be done." Saori's voice was serious and serious. "I don't have one at home, so it may be too late to buy it temporarily."

"Then, come in Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck underwear."

"..."

As a result, Saori didn't wear cartoon underwear, but bought a small bag of oranges on the way here and put them in her cloth bag.

After all, this was the fifth time they met, and the second time they had sex, and Qingkong hadn't had time to tell her that she hated oranges.The two of them didn't reach the level of worrying at all.

fair enough.Aozora took one last deep breath and threw away the cigarette butt.The unextinguished cigarette butts tumbled down the slope, and she walked by and stamped them out.Tomorrow Monday... Do you want to go to the mall to watch a movie?Just as he was thinking, the phone rang, and it was the ringtone that came with the phone.

Qingkong took out the phone from the pocket of his jeans, the screen lit up a small light in the darkness, and the word "Saori" flashed.