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When Shan Yufei returns to the motorcycle manufacturer's area, it will be dark.If he hadn't met Luo Tanshen, he would have changed various means of transportation one by one, and counting the waiting time, it would have taken about this hour to get home.

The lights in the cramped corridors come on and off, and the sound of cooking and talking can be heard from every household.The workshop is noisy, and many workers have developed a habit of talking loudly, even at home.Shan Yufei was walking upstairs when he was bumped by a child rushing down.

He recognized the kid. The neighbor's kid was only in the third grade. His name was Junjun.

"I'm sorry, brother!" Junjun's face was filled with displeasure, obviously he was angry at home.

Shan Yufei asked, "Why do you run out during meal time?"

"Don't eat!" Junjun said angrily, "I've been arguing at home all day, and I can't even do my homework! Goodbye, brother, I'll go to Xiaoxu's home to do my homework."

Shan Yufei smiled and just said "be careful".

The woman in this neighbor's family has no job, and the man works as a worker in the factory. Life is very difficult, but the son is very competitive, likes to study, has excellent grades, and wants to go to interest classes.For the sake of their children and money, the couple saw Tian'er quarreling at home, and the whole building knew about it.

Shan Yufei liked Junjun very much, and sometimes he would give some of the good things he brought back from the restaurant to Junjun, but if there were too many, he couldn't do it.Many times in a person's life, he depends on his fate. He is too busy to take care of himself, so how can he help others.

The light was on at home, and Shan Shanhai had already prepared tomato and eggs as toppings, and the small iron pot was warming on the stove.

"Grandpa, you haven't eaten yet?" Shan Yufei closed the door, put the plastic bag on the table, and frowned slightly when he saw that the old man was still waiting for him.

"Let's eat together, eat together." Shan Shanhai glanced at the fruit he brought back, and let out two dry smiles, "Xiaofei, you are tired today, so hurry up and wash your hands, I'll go downstairs right now. It's rare for us grandpa and grandson to be together After dinner, I will go downstairs in the afternoon and buy your favorite stewed tofu."

Shan Yufei hurriedly stopped the staggering old man, rolled up his sleeves, "You are right, it is rare for us to have a meal together, you have prepared the toppings, I will cook the noodles."

"That's good, that's good." The old man was still smiling, and patted the back of Shan Yufei's hand with his withered fingers, "I'm going to peel the fruit."

"Grandpa." Shan Yufei said suddenly, "Let's eat noodles first."

Shan Shanhai paused, and his already dim pupils became even more gray. He put the plastic bag back, turned his back and said, "Okay, eat noodles, eat noodles."

Tomato egg noodles and stewed dried tofu make up a long-lost quiet dinner.

There are not many pieces of stewed tofu, just enough for one person. Shan Yufei wanted to share it with Shan Shanhai, but the old man waved his hands one after another, "You eat it, I'm old, and I can't eat this kind of spicy and numb food."

Shan Yufei didn't say any more, and put all the stewed tofu into his bowl.

In fact, he doesn't particularly like stewed tofu.

When he was a child, what he liked was the stewed beef sold at the stewed vegetable stall downstairs.But stewed beef is too expensive. Shan Cixin—his crazy father—occasionally buys stewed tofu for him when he is sober, saying that the condiments are the same, and eating stewed tofu is equivalent to eating stewed beef .

After growing up, I realized that the two are very different. Probably only a lunatic would say that eating dried tofu is equal to eating beef.

After the meal, he helped the old man into the bedroom, turned on the TV in the bedroom, went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes, and cleaned the house again when he was done.

I usually don't have time to do housework, and I can only do cleaning when it's time off.

After a busy day, it was getting late, the sound of the TV in the bedroom stopped, and the lights went out.He walked over to have a look, and grandpa had already fallen asleep.

Sighing for some reason, he stood at the door for a while, remembering the clothes hanging out last night, and hurried to get them from the balcony.

The T-shirt was dry, but the jeans and overalls were still wet.

People living in the family area generally go to bed early, firstly because some people have to go to work early, and secondly because there are no recreational activities.At this time, most of the lights in the opposite building had been turned off.

Shan Yufei held on to the concrete guardrail, his mind gradually emptied.

A figure turned from blurry to clear, with eyes curled up in a half-smile.

It was Luo Tanshen.

On the field ridge in the afternoon, Luo Tanshen said that rest days are for rest, but he wanted to refute at that time - rest days are for doing things that he can't do normally.But after thinking about it, I felt that there was no need to refute.

Because Luo Tanshen couldn't understand at all.

Before he knew it, he had already lit a cigarette.Low-quality tobacco is very choking, and he is not addicted to it, but after being scattered by the workers in the workshop, he will keep a pack on his body and smoke it occasionally.

The white mist rose in the night, mixing with the dim lights, blurred his eyes, but Luo Tanshen's face was clearer.

It is as clear as fine craftsmanship, and every detail is very vivid.

He patted the back of his head, annoyed that he remembered Luo Tanshen's face so clearly.

After a while, another wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

I have seen it so many times, engraved from the bottom of my eyes to the top of my heart, how could it be unclear?

Before leaving Nanxing, he was sitting on a leather stool, with dark brown medicinal wine in his hand, and Luo Tanshen's ankle in his other hand.

The ankle was fine, but because the skin was too white and delicate, the blush deliberately pinched out was shocking.

He didn't say much, and rubbed the loose medicinal wine on the ankle that was hiding strength, massaged it for a while, looked up at Luo Tanshen, "It's done."

Luo Tanshen didn't take his feet back immediately, his eyes were burning and sharp.

The "injured foot" was still on his leg, or more precisely, between his legs.

The two just stared at each other, neither of them looked away.The strong smell of medicinal wine diffused in the air, as if forming an invisible barrier.

In the barrier, the flow of time is almost stagnant.

"Master, dinner is ready." Aunt Zhou shouted.

Luo Tan blinked deeply, then gracefully withdrew his feet, stepped on the beige wool slippers, stood up and said, "Let's eat."

"No." He went to the bathroom, washed his hands and said, "I'm going back."

Luo Tanshen seemed a little surprised, "The dishes are ready."

He shook his head, showing no signs of backing down.

Luo Tanshen did not stop him.

Fortunately not.Otherwise, he didn't know if he would be able to insist on leaving.

Aunt Zhou drove him to the nearest bus stop.Luo Tanshen meant to send it home directly, but he didn't agree.Aunt Zhou smiled and said, "You child, why are you so polite?"

He smoked three cigarettes inadvertently, shook his head, and closed the bedroom door after washing.

Standing in front of the desk, the fingertips had already touched the handle of the drawer, but after a while, they retracted like an electric shock.

He covered half of his face and didn't move for a long time.

Xu Muchu was dating again, saying that Ming Zhaochi had found a new actress.Luo Tan felt bored and didn't bother to join in the fun.

"How long have you been abstaining?" Xu Muchu was arguing, "Who hasn't made it yet? Fuck, is it that difficult to deal with? You've been dragging your feet from summer to autumn!"

"It's not that exaggerated." Luo Tan leaned deeply on the chaise longue by the window, wearing only a silk bathrobe, the belt was loosely tied, and her long legs were exposed.

Xu Muchu babbled for a long time, but seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, he simply ignored it, "All right, you can go to raise your own health, and I'll be happy now."

Luo Tanshen put away the phone, looked at the ankle of his left foot, and felt a fever deep in his lower abdomen.

The medicinal wine on the ankles had been washed off long ago, but the touch from Shan Yufei's fingers seemed to be still there.

Medicinal wine is medicine, not wine, but the blood seems to be ignited by volatile alcohol, wantonly in the body.

After breaking off with Ping Zheng, he never relieved his desire.Today, Shan Yufei's touch seemed to have flipped the switch of lust. He raised his neck impatiently, closed his eyes slightly, and spread his legs apart, feeling that the pleasure was rushing downwards.

He bit his lower lip lightly, imagining it was Shan Yufei's touch.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and the moonlight poured on his gradually flushed skin.

(slightly)

When he was released, he heard himself calling Shan Yufei's name.