evening photos

Shu Zhao said: "I have to explain the rules to you. You just came, and there are two factions in this industry. One is the bathing center. You don't need to learn anything when you go in. The main thing is to accompany the guests to sleep. There are some that require hands and mouth, and there are also full sets. The full set is that you have to do it with others, remember to wear | condoms. You get seven and I get three.

The second is KTV. There are also two places in KTV. I am here in the DJ department. I am in charge of serving dishes, pouring drinks and ordering songs. If guests like you and want you to accompany drinks, you have to accompany drinks. It is [-] per day, but not every day. When I arrive at work, it is not uncommon to miss work for five or six days in a row due to business problems; there is also a lady sitting on the stage, who will accompany you to drink, sing and chat. Accompany｜Sleep to see yourself, it is also [-], the probability of going to work is higher than that of my DJ club.

If you want to join the KTV, I will raise half of the salary of the previous month.That is to say, if you earn [-] yuan, you have to give me [-] yuan, and I will be responsible for your eating, drinking, and messing up during this month.Am I speaking clearly enough? "

Xiaoman nodded, "Clear."

"Then you decide, where do you go to work?"

Xiaoman asked cautiously: "Where do you make more money?"

Shu Zhao was silent, examining her probingly, and could say for 2 minutes:

"Bathrooms are the most profitable. There are at most a dozen customers a day. You can have five complete sets, at least 800 yuan a day. But I have to make it clear to you," Shu Zhao was silent for a while, as if thinking that this was inappropriate Said, but the hurdle in his heart is always difficult to overcome,

"I suggest you don't take a bath, that work is not done by humans, you can bear it physically, can you bear it psychologically? You can bear it psychologically, do it for a week, can you bear it physically?"

Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, then said: "Then I will sit on the stage."

Shu Zhao took out a key with a number plate from his pocket, "Go to the Jianguo Hotel opposite now, and follow the number above to find your room on the second floor. You can rest for one night, and I will pick you up at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You go to work."

They watched Xiao Man disappear into the hotel, Shu Zhao said to Mo Nong:

"Are you in a hurry to go back?"

Mo Nong turned to look at him: "Don't worry, I'll sit with you. You don't look very happy."

Shu Zhao forced a smile, looked out the window,

"I used to be in this position. Someone asked me what I just asked, and my answer was almost exactly the same as Xiaoman's. This kind of story, this kind of person, is happening every day, and the ending is similar. We are all self-righteous. In their own kingdoms, they all lick the same wounds, refuse to recognize the reality, look forward to the fantasy future, and huddle to survive."

Mo Nong's heart twitched suddenly following these words, as if being pierced by a sharp thorn, it hurt sharply.

"Don't be so pessimistic, there will be bread, and there will be love."

"Then what about what we lost?" Shu Zhao stared blankly outside, and asked in a low voice: "What we lost... even if we regain it one day, neither that thing nor ourselves will be the same as before. Not to mention, Some things, once lost, can never be regained."

"For example?"

"For example, a dream," Shu Zhao turned his head, the death in his eyes made Mo Nong feel chilly,

"Dream..." he said, "I always dreamed that I was being chased and killed. Once I dreamed that I was running on a staircase that could not reach the end, round and round, and someone was chasing me upstairs. Holding the knife, I rolled and climbed down the stairs to escape. The man was getting closer and closer to me, so I turned over and jumped down from the stairs to the middle of the air. I was very afraid that I would fall to my death, but I Instead of dying on those stairs, I died on the landing.

The exit was not far away, but I slipped and fell suddenly at the entrance of the corridor, with sewage under my body, many rats ran past me, and that person appeared above me, watching my blood not stop Flow, say 'I can't die, drag it back and sell it. '"

His last sentence revealed the past that he might be hiding in an instant, which made Mo Nong terrified. He said in his heart that he would not, but he had vaguely noticed how dark those pasts were.

Mo Nong retreated a bit, he was afraid of touching Shu Zhao's nightmares, because it also made him feel depressed.

The two fell into a brief silence, the last table of guests in the restaurant had left, and they were the only ones left, the hall began to turn off the lights, and a waitress held a

Come over here.

Shu Zhao quickly said: "Pay the bill, we'll leave now."

The waitress shook her head and handed Shu Zhao a notebook and a pen. She sat down opposite them and said in broken Hokkien Mandarin:

"Azhao, can you help me write this poem again? My son, the teacher said his handwriting is not good, and when he writes essays, he is always deducted points because of his unclear handwriting. I also..." The waitress smiled shyly, "I'm not well-educated, so I hired a tutor for him, ah, it costs 60 yuan an hour, and the teacher's teaching is not good, and my son is still like that. I know you write well, Copy it for me, and I will let him copy it when I go back."

Shu Zhao unscrewed the pen cap, and Mo Nong hurriedly pushed the bowl away to make room for him. He saw Shu Zhao sitting upright, flattening the paper with one hand, and holding the pen with the other, and began to write:

Sauvignon Blanc

One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand lanterns in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, and the dream of my hometown is broken, so the garden is silent.

His handwriting is really beautiful, clean and elegant, and neatly structured.In fact, the simpler the characters, the harder it is to write, such as 人, 心, and 一. It looks simple, but it is not easy to write beautifully.

Shu Zhao's "one" character is beautiful, seeing characters is like seeing people, but his handwriting is much more concise and clear than this person.

He returned the notebook to the waitress, and the waitress couldn't stop thanking them, and even gave them a plate of fruit, insisting on letting them sit for a while.

"Your handwriting is beautiful, how did you practice it?"

Shu Zhao said with a smile: "My grandpa is what you call grandpa. He is a calligrapher. My mother just wanted me to learn calligraphy from him. It's a pity that my grandpa is biased. He likes his grandson and doesn't like me. It should be said that it is seriously bad. I like me, and I stole an eraser from him when I was a child, and he remembered it for a long time. My mother is so strong, she must let me surpass others in everything. One is that I am annoyed by my mother, and the other is that my grandpa is unfair. In order to win the breath, I started to practice Siamese characters in the third and fourth grades of elementary school.

After practicing in junior high school, I finally wrote a masterpiece for my grandpa to read.My grandpa saw it and said I had no talent, and scolded me for wanting to run if I couldn’t walk.I got angry and practiced for many years. Before he passed away last year, I wrote two couplets with my cousin. Everyone said that my writing was better than my cousin, but he said I was not good.I don't know whether it's my bad writing or my bad person, anyway, it's just like that. "

Mo Nong is not only a little melancholy, compared to himself, Shu Zhao is really an unlucky child. The first love that ended in tragedy, the family background with ups and downs, and the childhood that was not favored are really bitter enough.

The two walked out of the restaurant and waited to take a taxi by the side of the road. Mo Nong put everything on his face, but Shu Zhao really couldn't see his pitiful expression, so he said:

"Don't sympathize with me. This kind of experience is similar to everyone. You can't sympathize."

"I'm not sympathetic," Mo Nong sighed and looked at him with a frown, "I just... just feel distressed."

Shu Zhao squatted down on the side of the road a little tiredly, looking at the passing traffic on the road,

"Don't be distressed, my experience is too normal, not only normal, it should be said to be lucky. You have never seen those truly pitiful people, and you don't even understand what truly pitiful is... But you'd better not understand, Otherwise, your good young enthusiasm will probably be exhausted by these truths."

"The truth?" Mo Nong looked down at him, "What kind of truth?"

Shu Zhao sneered, "I don't know, but the world you see is different from the world I see."

Here we go again, separating him from his circle again, and this attitude that we are not the same way.

What's the difference?Mo Nong didn't understand, he was just a little bit luckier than him, and his life was a little bit smoother than him, why in his mouth it seemed that they were two different species, so different.

Mo Nong left Wuxing in this depression, and he would leave for a week, but Shu Zhao didn't send him a message or call to say hello for three consecutive days.

Do you want the friendship between gentlemen to be as light as water?

He had already regarded Shu Zhao as a friend, and turned a blind eye to his heart-pounding state. After holding back for several days, he took the initiative to send Shu Zhao a WeChat message:

How is business these days?

This WeChat message didn’t receive a reply until the afternoon of the next day: Not good.

Mo Nong quickly grabbed the phone and chatted with him: Did you drink too much again?

The other end replied: no.

Mo Nong didn't know how to proceed with the simple words of coming and going. He wanted to say remember to eat on time, but felt that it was a little awkward to say these words in the relationship between two people. He wanted to say to drink less wine, but it was also awkward.It seems that all the concerns from his heart are isolated in a thin film, which is neither timely nor logical. Only his heart is true, but he can't send it out.

Why can't it be sent out?What's wrong?

Mo Nong thought hard, but in the end he didn't come up with a reason, so he returned to Wuxing with big and small bags of snacks.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when he arrived in Wuxing, so he didn't go home, and rushed to Xingang City without stopping.

But on the entire second floor, except for the sporadic two boxes with singing voices, no one is seen. The business is not good, so bad?

Mo Nong was quite surprised. He put his things in the dressing room and planned to go to Shuzhao's office to find him. Halfway through the walk, he heard a group of noisy people downstairs. He opened the window and saw that people in Xingang were making noise by the river. , one by one held up their mobile phones to shine on the river, and then a police car stopped at the periphery of the crowd, and two policemen got down.

No one will jump into the river, right?

Mo Nong also came to the river, squeezed through the crowd and saw Xu Bobo shouting there:

"Here! Here, Shu Zhao, he's here! Pull up!"

Mo Nong was so shocked that he thought it was Shu Zhao who jumped into the river, so he plunged into the river without saying a word.

The foul-smelling river immediately enveloped him. The visibility was low, and in the darkness of the night, no one could be seen. He anxiously went downstream, when the water around him suddenly turned strange, and a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

Mo Nong didn't care about 21, he grabbed that hand and went upstream, but the man refused to cooperate and kept struggling, Mo Nong punched him back, grabbed his collar in the dark, kicked the water handle People dragged out of the water.

"You're fucking sick!" Shu Zhao yelled at him as soon as he came out, "You're still down there! You're dragging my ass!"

Mo Nong seemed a little demented, and just as he was about to speak, Shu Zhao turned over and plunged into the bottom of the river again.

Two headlights were lit on the bank, and the visibility of the river instantly increased. Mo Nong swam down again to catch up with Shu Zhao.

The two of them saw a woman entangled in algae in the blurred water waves. Shu Zhao reached out to grab her arm, but failed several times.

Mo Nong swam past him to go deeper, and the result was the same as Shu Zhao's. The woman was clearly in front of him, but no matter what, he couldn't touch the corner of her clothes.

Shu Zhao gestured upwards to him, and the two returned without success and climbed ashore exhausted.

"Why would someone jump into the river?" Mo Nong took off his shirt, feeling a strange smell all over his body.

"I don't want to live anymore!" Shu Zhao put on a towel, turned her head and looked at him, "Why did you beat me up just now? Do you think I was the one who jumped into the river?"

Mo Nong coughed in embarrassment, "I didn't hear clearly, it's dark, anyway, I caught someone and dragged them up."

Shu Zhao raised his eyebrows, "I'll give you a certificate later, for your courageous deeds, self-sacrifice to save others—moving China."

Mo Nongpi responded with a half-smile.

It had been an hour since the firefighters pulled her up. If nothing else, the woman was dead.

Both of them were wet and smelly, and they never returned to Nieuport.Thanks to this unexpected blessing, Mo Nong finally had the opportunity to meet the real face of Shu Zhao's family.

When the door was opened, a little white dog greeted him cheerfully, and Mo Nong immediately called out: "Mung bean!"

"Little hey!" Shu Zhao corrected with a look of surprise, "Whoever calls mung bean is a bastard."

Mo Nong gave his middle finger to his back.

The house is very small, with one bedroom, one living room and a small balcony. From the decoration of the house and the peeling walls, it can be seen that the house is indeed very old, but it is unexpectedly clean.

Shu Zhao threw him a pair of shoes and a suit of clothes,

"The bathroom is behind you, hurry up and replace me."

This bathroom is also small, but from the toilet to the corners, no dust can be seen, and the entire floor tiles are polished to reflect light.

I really can't see how Shu Zhao can keep the house so clean.

He changed into Shu Zhao's clothes, the shirt could barely be put on, but the trousers were stuck in his crotch and he couldn't lift them up, so he opened the door and squeezed his head out:

"Do you have any more pants?"

Shu Zhao found another pair of big pants and threw them to him, "Pajama pants, let's make do."

Mo Nong was wearing a pair of plaid pants on the lower body, and a white shirt on the upper body with bare breasts｜The breast buttons can't be fastened. This pair of sloppy attire looks very western on him.

Shu Zhao whistled when he saw his abs, and exclaimed, "Beautiful body|body!"

He reluctantly walked to the door of the bathroom, reluctant to take his eyes away from Mo Nong's abdominal muscles,

"Hey, five yuan, let me touch it?"

Mo Nong blushed a little, feeling indescribable in his heart, a little sweet, and a little proud,

"I'll give you five dollars, let me touch it!"

"Hey," Shu Zhao shook his head with your hopeless expression on his face, "Sure enough, I failed my studies!"

The wind from the balcony blew into the living room. On the table were two cans of beer that were just taken out of the refrigerator and were still sweating. Mo Nong opened a can and took a sip, but he was still in shock.

Who can be completely calm when seeing a dead person.

But Shuzhao's calm invisibly gave him reassurance. Although the lingering fear did not disappear, the shock was less.

He was teasing Xiao Hei, the puppy's soft and tender tongue was playfully licking his fingers, he thought that he could have a candle-lit talk with Shu Zhao tonight, maybe he could sleep on his small bed for a while Night.

But Shu Zhao was fully dressed, put on the red shirt he had dreamed about in the middle of the night, and said to him:

"Let's go, I have something else to do, so I won't leave you alone."

Seeing him gulp down the can of beer, Mo Nong asked him puzzled:

"It's so late, what is so important?"

Shu Zhao threw the beer can into the trash can, "About|Pao."

He spoke so lightly that Mo Nong couldn't tell the truth from the false, and when he put on his shoes and was about to open the door, he came back to his senses and said to him:

"Where are you going? How about I take a taxi for you?"

Shu Zhao immediately became impatient, "Young man, you don't need to be considerate of others, do you? Are you going to arrange transportation for appointments?"

Mo Nong wanted to say that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't bother to care about it, but of course I couldn't say it.

The two walked on the road, Shu Zhao stopped a taxi and left first, Mo Nong watched the car stop before the red light, and immediately stopped the car to follow.

Shu Zhao went to see Meng Jingnian. Although he hadn't seen him for almost two months, he had a good impression of Meng Jingnian. He was generous, didn't mess around, and knew his limits. He could be called a model.

When he arrived at the downstairs of the Hilton, Meng Jingnian greeted him from the hotel entrance.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? Something delayed me today."

"It's okay." Meng Jingnian put his hand on his waist.

Shu Zhao hugged his shoulder very familiarly, and the two walked towards the hotel talking and laughing. At this moment, Mo Nong's voice came from behind:

"Shu Xiaozhao!"