Jean Love

"Chick... Chick... Chick..., chirp... chirp... chirp...."

Not long after, I heard bursts of very rhythmic noises coming from a certain canopy bed not far away. That kind of noise made people's blood boil, spring heart sprouted, and itching was unbearable.I put a hand on Lianyu's arm, stayed for a few seconds, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shook it gently a few times.

"What are you doing?" The snoring stopped.

"Will you drink some boiled water? I just poured a glass from Jin Jun, it should be cold."

"No." He turned around, his tone a little blunt.

I was at a loss for a while and woke up the person, but I had no topic to talk about. I bit my head and said to his ear: "Listen..."

He listened quietly for a while, then turned sideways again, taking away a large piece of quilt.

"Did you hear that?" I rubbed against him a little, with my chest pressed against his back, and my right hand on his thigh, suppressing the joy in my heart, and asked in a low voice.

"Nixian! Pervert..." He shook my hand away forcefully.

Although the voice is not loud, these two words are enough to form a thunderous force, pouring into my ears and into my brain, just like being splashed vertically by a mischievous basin of cold water on the door frame when the doorknob is pushed open in winter Covered down, from head to toe, no one was spared, wet, a chill made my heart curl up instinctively, my God!

It's like standing on a high place, one foot fell to the ground, and I fell into a trough. Suddenly my eyes went black, and when I opened it again, I lay on my back, half of my body was covered under the quilt, and half of my body was exposed, and my thoughts entered a clear and chaotic interlacing. Among them, it looks like a patient with hemiplegia, awake and suffering, screaming that the sky should not work, and the earth is not working. What's more hateful is that I dare not say anything, because there was indeed a kind of continuous pain in my mind just now. I don't even know if it's a perverted idea.

Time passed bit by bit, and the surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, and the half of my body exposed to the outside felt cold.After learning from the pain, he kept silent and tried to pull the quilt, but it didn’t work. He rolled it away with more force. At this time, my whole body was almost exposed, and his back must be suffering from the cold of early winter. The attack of the wind, however, he kept silent and continued his cold violence against me.Because he still has a cold, he can't be so hot and cold.Suddenly there was an apology, and he asked himself why he shouldn't disturb the dream of a person in poor health with such vulgar interests.

In desperation, I got up gently, dressed everything, and when I was done, I pulled out the stool under the table and lit a cigarette.Watching him turn his body and wrap the quilt up, it was as if he had made a silkworm cocoon, solid and firm.

I smoked cigarettes one by one. For a long time, we didn't make any noise. Of course, he probably didn't fall asleep either. At least, he didn't fall asleep beautifully as usual, because the wanton snoring sound never sounded.

The cigarette is getting shorter and shorter with the flickering spark, and the time is getting longer and longer with the sound of ticking, the chill is long, the wind is cold, the night is snoring, and the mind is in chaos.

Is it because I molested him?I didn't even touch his underwear this time.Is it because you lost money?In my impression, he is not so stingy.Is it because the body is uncomfortable and the mood is bad?No way, you won't punish others like this because you are in a bad mood.Why?I could not understand.

Another one was pulled out, like a relay, lit, the new one was put into the lips, and the old one was thrown on the ground, watching it be wiped out, watching the ground gradually become a mess, until the sky turned pale.

I am like a fox demon who is afraid of hiding. Before being discovered by others, I squat down and pick up one by one. A cigarette box can hold a complete twenty cigarettes, but why can’t it hold less than twenty cigarettes? What an incomplete cigarette butt!Feeling sad for a while, I couldn't help crying like rain, but I didn't dare to cry out loud.

I don't know how to make up for it. When I left, I wiped away my tears. I took out the large and small, crumpled wads of money in my pocket, took out two slightly neater new editions, folded them in half, and then gently stuffed them into his pocket. Underneath my pillow, my limited mind can only remind me to engage in such limited behaviors.

The faucet outside the big room was turned on by me, and the water was rushing. I wet my face with handfuls, trying to make myself look more energetic and not so tired.

I slammed on the window of the Dongfeng car, and called out the names of those boys: "It's dawn, I'm going back, please go too early..."

One of them, received a call, walked over from the direction of the Jinjun dormitory, while straightening the buttons of his jacket, tall and slender, handsome, sloppy, and rebellious. His name was Ozawa, and he came to my room. Standing up to me, staring at my eyes, opened his mouth, and said unceremoniously: "Fuck, I have slept for a few hours, and I am still not like a bird, like a panda."

He was talking about my dark circles.

We came out of Kawada to find a place to have breakfast.Back at the gas station, I slept until two o’clock in the afternoon. When I woke up, I sent him a message: “There are 200 yuan under your pillow. It’s your money. Put it away.”

No response, I knew he received it, and I didn’t ask him why he was angry, because I also wanted to get angry. When I got angry, the people around me usually couldn’t see it. It was like internal combustion. It's a volcano erupting.

When a boy falls in love with a man, there is too much sadness in it. The man doesn't know what the boy wants, but the boy knows what the man has scruples about.Men follow the rules more often, and boys follow their hearts more often. Which one is right and which one is wrong?

There is a saying that military orders are not accepted when generals are outside, but some people say that parents' orders cannot be violated.When the girl took the initiative to call, I went anyway, so it doesn't matter if we meet.

The mood is good and bad, business is here, life is here.I will still go to the fruit farm, but the frequency is much less.They are busy with business during the day, and at night, Ozawa and the others will call to invite them, maybe play cards, or sing karaoke.At the beginning, they asked me to play, and I had to convince myself and ask again if I could go out and indulge.Yes, indulgences, for me, these are luxuries.

In contrast, I am more willing to wash my feet with Lao Hu. It costs 40 yuan. When I come back, I will find a place to have a late-night snack. It is not expensive, and most of the time, Lao Hu rushes to pay the bill.

"Xiao Chen, are you free tonight?" Lao Hu is not always free, and when he is free, he will call a few hours in advance.

"There should be nothing wrong, what? How can I take care of you?"

"If I'm free, I'll go over at night and settle the payment for the last two months. I'm sorry for the delay." On the other end of the phone, Lao Hu spoke happily and politely.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the gas station, or come over to eat, and I'll buy some food. Or, go to a restaurant to eat."

"I won't eat, and I'll ask you to wash your feet at night." Lao Hu was afraid of chili peppers, and he was even more afraid of bothering others. When he mentioned going grocery shopping, he shook his head and waved his hands, quickly refusing.

"Wash your feet again?" I pretended to be surprised.

"Then I invite you to take a sauna, haha." After saying that, Lao Hu hung up the phone.

I know about washing feet, but what is the concept of washing in a sauna?I'm curious.Just take a bath. Compared with my hometown, fetching a bucket of water and wiping slowly with a towel will definitely be different.But compared to here, a shower slowly showers, what's the difference?

After dinner, Lao Hu came, took his driver, drove his car, and parked outside the gas station, and only Lao Hu came down.Gray and white casual leather shoes, pure white slacks, and a white coat, and a light red knitted sweater are revealed, with well-combed hair, a long thin and bony face, and light and regular steps, like a well-cultivated retired Veteran cadres.

With a gentle smile and a gentle temper, I walked to the door of the gas station, stretched out my right hand, and tightly clenched my right hand, looked around, and shook my left hand, a bulging kraft paper envelope.

"Come on, come in and drink tea." I let him into the office and prepared to make tea.

"Don't drink, the driver is still waiting in the car." Lao Hu put the envelope on the table and motioned for me to count.

"I'll ask the driver to come down, have a cup of tea, and chat first."

"No, no, don't bother, it will be too late later." Lao Hu looked at his watch.

That line, I opened the envelope, quickly checked it in front of him, and packed it up.The old Hu said: "Make it clear, see if there are any counterfeit money, I will not be responsible if I go out of this door." Then he explained that this was just withdrawn from the bank in the afternoon, there should be no counterfeit money, even if there is, it is from the bank. He came out of the bank, and he laughed after speaking.

"How about, wash your feet or go to the sauna? Today you have the final say." Lao Hu stood up and looked at me.