Olives

He Laoqi's face was very yellow, as if he had been splashed with urine, but he always kept smiling, with a look of luck and flattery.

Xu Qingqing put a bottle of Zhao Xuantan in red and green to worship in the house, and cheap fine incense was inserted in the small golden cauldron in front of her, lighting up the room with a faint purple-gray color.The statue of Mr. Zhao is placed on a table nearly one meter long, made of heavy ash wood, so old that it shines with oil.A long and flat drawer under the table was embedded with a brass lock. Tu Wen casually pulled it open, and then pushed it in violently, making the drawer crack.This movement was like a death knell for He Lao's eggs, and saliva overflowed from his dark purple lips.He stood up to run, but Tu Wen grabbed his collar and punched him down.

He Laozi has been involved in gambling for more than ten years, and has been in big and small gambling houses. He has small wins and mostly big losses.He felt that it was his back, and he couldn't be said to have no brains, otherwise he would have died long ago.He owed more than one head of water to Shao Jinquan, and several families.He has been stabbed in the waist with a knife, eaten with bricks and sticks on the top of his head, and when he goes home as a jerk, he grabs his mother's silver bracelet in exchange for money and cuts off the water. Because he is threatened that he will not see his son tomorrow night, he is tied up and thrown into the river to feed the fish.He concluded that Su Shui is so loyal and brave as a hooligan, he doesn't play tricks, doesn't betray easily, and dares to fight when fighting with weapons.This group of people possessed an extremely stupid arrogance, fell into the Gu of an unknown race, like the elder brother who had worshiped him, gave birth to him and raised him, and dared to sell their lives for the "morality" of bluffing children.This is simply fucking mental paralysis.

Tu Wen with dragons and phoenixes painted on his body is the kind of stupid ass in his eyes.You can’t play tricks with this kind of person. You say that your superiors use you as a gunman. If you have a little brain, it’s better to pick up a guy and do it alone. If you want to stand out, don’t just treat your brother as a dog behind him. , why do you?You have to be able to gain power and climb up, you have to call him brother and brother openly, and share dividends secretly.But this kind of person can't turn the corner, he has to ponder for a second, frowned, and cursed, put your mother's fart, stop fucking sowing discord!

He Laozi was paralyzed on the ground because of this, begging for mercy.It's not that he can't find oil and water, and Tu Wen can't kill him.As for how to make him suffer, he glanced at the big drawer, feeling itchy in his heart, and didn't dare to guess, fearing that he would scare himself to death first.

"Xiao Liu Xiaolan." Tu Wen took out three cigarettes, lit them and inserted them into the little gold tripod, and asked, "Do you two have nicknames? If we don't call ourselves real names in our business, it's easy to suffer with our parents."

"Boat--"

"No."

Lan Zhou swallowed, then said no.

A nickname is a nickname, and a nickname is a nickname. I would rather you give me another ugly and vulgar one, and I can't casually reveal the original one to you.

"Aren't you two from a martial arts school? Then do you two know where the injury hurts the most?" Tu Wen chuckled.

They didn't dare to speak up.

"Ten fingers connecting hearts, right?" Tu Wen lowered his head and grabbed He Laozi's collar, "Huh? He Laozi? I said, do you usually draw cards with your left hand or your right hand?" He Laozi lowered his head, The urine color on the face became heavier and turned into stale urine.

Liu Yadong supported him and pushed him in front of Zhao Xuantan.When he stuffed his right hand into the gap in the drawer, he noticed Lan Zhou's trembling and flinching obviously.Liu Yadong couldn't explain that feeling clearly.If he lives another ten years, he will be smart enough to deliberately maintain a mature, gentle and tall image in front of Lan Zhou. This image has a hypocritical charm, so he has to hesitate, and boldly follow Lan Zhou without hesitation. Tu Wen suggested: "This method is a bit too poisonous, just take a stick and forget it."Compassionate and affectionate, always rational, should always be the highest level of cultivation a man needs.

It's a pity that he is not an adult, he is courageous and relies on instinct, and he mistakenly believes that if he is not timid and indifferent, he has more personality tension and can be relied on.He even secretly hoped that when Lan Guo Lan Zhou faced him, he would always be vulnerable, show him a lot of melancholy and cowardice, never be strong and powerful, and could always be pulled behind him by him.

It's too cheap, he won't admit it.

Tu Wen slowly pressed He Laodan's thick right finger inward, his teeth started to bite, he grinned and said with a smile: "It's also a local material. Let me tell you first, you let me see the cash today, I will I don’t ask for much! I’ll just waste you, if you’re so stubborn, I’m not afraid to waste time with you, I’m jobless and homeless, so I’m so free!” He rubbed He Laozi’s mouth, and quickly pressed the tip of his nose to his, saying : "Stop, too! Don't be so fucking thinking about milk and cards! Huh?!"

He Laozi's sweat slid down his temples, his hands were tense and convulsed, his lips trembled, he couldn't say a word.Seeing that there were not four of them going in, only one stubborn thumb was shivering and withered outside.

"Hold it!" Tu Wen grinned, stood up straight and took a breath, moving his neck, "Hold on."

He Laozi knelt straight at once, curled up into a hunchback, and twisted Zhang's panic-stricken face: "Old, old brother!! Wait, wait! I—"

There was a knock on the door of the toilet that had been quiet all this time, and Xu Qingqing, who locked it in and remained silent, shouted: "What do you want?! Old man! He old man! Fuck you, He Yuankui! He Yuankui!"

"I'm your little brother! Why do you just kick your feet? I don't want your life!" Tu Wen raised his leg and aimed at the drawer: "I've locked the doors and windows. If it hurts, just call out, ah?"

"What's the surname!!"

"Old Qiang! Qing, Qingqing! I have—"

— bang!

In the Dragon and Tiger Sanda class, it turned out that a boy had cruciate ligament reconstruction and meniscus repair. After he recovered, he did target kicking training.Liu Yadong was drinking water at that moment, and heard a short crackling sound clearly, and when he turned around and saw the man hugging his legs and screaming, he realized that it was the sound of ligaments being stretched.Liu Yadong heard another toothache, crackling, like a stone rolling over hard and brittle rice candy.Liu Yadong's throat tightened, and he tightly held down He Laozi who was in severe pain.

He Laozi was lowering his head between his legs, trembling and twitching, his throat was snoring as if a mouthful of thick phlegm had been blocked, mixed with heavy breathing like he was dying.Tu Wen took out a blue and white piece of Yuan Dynasty, and held out his hand, which was fixed into an opera fingering, the color was white, blue, and purple in an instant, and a piece of flesh on his little finger under the copper lock hinge was hanging down by a thin layer of skin. Instant red again.

Liu Yadong and Lanzhou didn't dare to take a closer look, as if they were redeeming each other, they kept their posture and stared at each other dully.What is that thing that is surging in there?I can't figure it out, I just feel like I've been exposed to the sun for a long time, and suddenly I plunged into the darkness, my eyes turned black, and there were circles of light golden halos floating around.

Tu Wen breathed out: "Ask you again, can I see the cash today?" He bent down to grab He Laoqi's left hand, and shook it.

Later, Xu Qingqing smashed through the toilet door with her own strength, fell to the ground, and scratched a layer of skin on her chin.Her rose-red mohair sweater glowed with a layer of soft light, and the sharp curves were buried in it, softening into a lonely and lonely woman.She clutched her chin and said vaguely, I have [-] here.

It was almost noon on the return journey, and the vendors along the street were buzzing, forming a bustling market.Among them, there are many security problems, and if there are too many, the police will not bother to take care of it later, and let it rot.Sushui is popular as a local snake, and all street vendors need to belong to a black force like household registration filing. Only after paying money can they be protected.In Wenming Lane, a stir-fry stall opened a month ago. The owner is a "straight" person, and he threw two bastards away the day before yesterday. Today, the stall is gone.It's a pity that Tu Wen felt that his stir-fry was good, so he couldn't eat it when he turned his head.I went into a noodle shop, put three stacks of cash wallets on the table, and ordered three bowls of mutton dumplings.

Tu Wen looked at the two of them: one stared at a black stain on the table; the other gulped down a cup full of half-cold stale tea.Tu Wen split the sanitary chopsticks, moved his tongue in his mouth, and said, "Get used to it as soon as possible."

"He and I," Lan Zhou pulled the paper and wiped the black stain, "No, no..."

Tu Wen smiled: "What are you stuttering?"

Liu Yadong swallowed the tea stalk in his mouth, licked his mouth, lowered his eyes and said, "We have been locked up in school for a long time, so we are not suitable for this."

"Oh?" Tu Wen twisted the strands on the chopsticks, raised his eyebrows lightly, contemptuously and sarcastically.

"I told him—"

"It's just a coward!"

fuck you!

"No." Liu Yadong glanced at Lanzhou, and wanted to say: "Yes..."

"It's because you two are so upright that you don't want to be rotten people like us. You didn't sign the deed of selling your life, why are you forced so much? You really don't want to, and no one hugs your thigh to prevent you from leaving, right? If you really want to be cowardly, go to Quan Brother, I understand, pack up your things and get out early." The boss brought three steaming sea bowls, and Tu Wen pushed: "Eat it while it's hot, little boy, with a full stomach, go back to sleep after eating, and go back to snoring , don’t be scared.”

After Tu Wen finished speaking, he ate the dumplings with a grunt.Lan Zhou wiped the black stain vigorously without giving up.

Jiao Liru owns a milky white two-story western-style building in the suburbs, surrounded by hedges and wrought-iron railings, and a toad-like blue trot parked in the front yard.For Hu Ziqiang, these gorgeous gadgets are as rare as comets.He stood at the porch in a daze, looking around nonchalantly, a faint shadow of him was reflected on the shiny tiles, he was in a state of being free, unable to remember the lunar calendar, why he came here, and even what his name was.

The pink crystal chandelier in the living room is what women like, the leather white sofa is the color that women like, and even the air is feminine and sweet.This is different from the smell he smelled when Li Juan lured him to touch between his breasts, that kind, strong and sweaty, cheap and attractive.This kind, Hu Ziqiang swallowed his saliva—a light kite cut and swept, delicate and affectionate, as if unattainable.Hu Ziqiang saw a yellow clay shoe print on the ground, his face was ashamed, and he hurried back to the door.If you can't think about it, you squat down and roll your sleeves, and wipe off the marks with your hands.

Jiao Liru wears fleece pajamas at home, the fur is so fluffy that it engulfs her folded measurements, she is round and delicate.She bent down to find something in the shoe cabinet, and a few strands of hair slipped to the front.Hu Ziqiang held his breath, stiffened his back, and stared at the fine wrinkles around her eyes.Hu Ziqiang's mother is a Burmese citizen, and she should be her age this year.Jiao Liru took out a pair of used sneakers and patted Hu Ziqiang's calf: "Try it!" Hu Ziqiang hid his left foot behind his right foot.

Jiao Liru smiled, and stretched his trousers forward: "What are you hiding? This Nike shoe has a very soft air cushion. I bought it for my son. He doesn't want it because he doesn't like it." She untied a shoelace and lowered her voice. , as if talking to himself: "He is about the same size as you, maybe you can wear it."

Hu Ziqiang tried one, and it was just right.Jiao Liru looked down for a while, her eyes were like pools of water, she stood up and said, "My son is in his third year of high school in another city. You are thinner than him, and he is not as energetic as the three of you. You just wear the shoes, and you don't need the old ones."

"Thank you...Li, sister Liru."

"I'm not used to calling you sister." Jiao Liru gave him a twisted look, "The three of you can call me aunt now."

Jiao Liru is not a "good woman" in the universal sense. She is involved in pornography. In the old society, she is called a bad bust mother and can be shot.On the surface of Chunshuitang is the Bathing Pool City, but everyone knows that it is Yinghuazhai in private.Men are the most gifted at this kind of suggestion, they can understand it with the blink of an eye, and spread it with a movement of their mouth.The prostitution system in China has existed for thousands of years. Once the new China banned it, the places where the filth and evil people were hiding were dug up and smashed, which was called "women's liberation".But in fact, if I don't understand it, it's useless for anyone to explain it.There are really not many girls, so there is something hard to say. Most of them just don’t study much, and they are poor and lazy. They just want to lie down and make money in red and green.When you think about it, there is really no better job than sleeping with you.

Brokers refer to people who introduce transactions for others and earn a lot of commissions from them. Macau casinos are called Junket Operators.In other words, Jiao Liru is the manager of Chunshuitang, and she and Shao Jinquan have a mutually beneficial and win-win cooperative relationship.The guests she invites are usually "manipulated" in three steps: one roll on the dining table, one roll on the gentle village, and one roll on the card table in a daze.The guests were dazzled and happy, and their purses went from full to flat.At dawn, you wake up, whether you feel regretful or not, it's your own business, your parents didn't give you a big ambition, and you can't help but be tempted to drill in if you make a move. The rich and the poor can't complain people.The girls in Chunshuitang are also learning to do it little by little, hoping to catch a heroic "sex guy" and keep their business for two years.

Jiao Liru made a phone call, and the driver, Lao Su, came in a short while.Old Su is naturally also a nickname.He is less than 1.6 meters tall, has a lepery shovel face, and a Hubei cavity.Jiao Liru turned back to the second floor and came out again, with heavy fur makeup, as if she had peeled off the skin and replaced it with a new one.She looks at the dishes, if the guests are polite, she will be elegant; if the guests are customary, she will be even more vulgar.

Old Su drove a black Accord, slightly guarded against Hu Ziqiang.Hu Ziqiang didn't open the car door for Jiao Liru, but he frowned and said, "What's the matter? I think he's such a big man! Don't you know how to pull it?" Hu Ziqiang lowered his head and opened it again, and Jiao Liru bent down to get in When he got into the back seat, he wanted to follow him, but Old Su stared again: "You are called a sweet potato! Your little brother, why are you sitting in the back?!"

"Keep your voice down! Why scare him." Jiao Liru pressed the fur collar, put the lychee leather handbag on her knees, and pulled Hu Ziqiang into it, "He just has a bad mouth, so you sit on the back and be careful not to bump into each other." As a result, it hit right away.Hu Ziqiang covered his forehead and hissed, Jiao Liru laughed, "I told you to be careful!" Old Su slammed the door of the car, and said with a groan, "The big fool is talking about you." Hu Ziqiang was a little angry at this point , but was helplessly suppressed, thus presenting a kind of stiffness.

"Boys don't need to talk too much." Jiao Liru put one hand on his back, "But don't shrink back." This kind of relationship between instruction is very gentle.Hu Ziqiang straightened his back, blinked, and nodded slightly.

The conversation between Lao Su and Jiao Liru was mostly slang words and mixed dialects. Hu Ziqiang's comprehension ability was mediocre, and it took a long time to understand it.Lao Su said that the last time he caught a big fish, "Heizi" Komori's heart softened into a loofah, and he was not cruel to "food", and if he didn't eat it, he would starve to death if he didn't sit down?Lao Su also said that he stopped him last time and beat him hard, breaking one of his ribs, and asked him why "Zha Jinhua" refused to be a "caretaker" in the end, and why he refused to jump out and point him out. Qian, raise you to eat and drink, raise your sick mother, I use you as a leech, I hope you suck his blood dry, but you will become a good person for my mother.

Jiao Liru clicked on Nanjing and opened the window, "Why don't you agree? Don't say you have feelings for that young man."

Old Su has a bronchial disease, and he laughed in a strange tone: "Yeah! I asked, and I said Komori, maybe you are a glass guy like Adi? Maybe you like someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes ?” Old Su laughed for a while, then said: “Wu Xiang told me all about it! He said that Komori, that dog, raised ‘pigs’ and raised his own eyes and ears! He has black hair and a solid sliver, so who would stab him? Wu Xiang laughed at me for not knowing people, and said that this kind of thing doesn’t depend on your appearance, 1 is 1, 0 is 0, it’s natural.”

"Xiao Mori wants to go with him?"

"I don't think so. What is Komori's identity? The little leeches and bugs in the canopy, what is his identity? He is also a college student in Beijing who loses his trousers by gambling with red eyes, and is also a job holder in an institution. He doesn't want to be a real treasure. San Luan is going to Pan Jing Shao to act in his mother's "Romance of the West Chamber"?"

"Which young master won't look like a ghost once he gambles, you advise Xiaomori to be clear about it."

"I mean, I locked him up." Old Su pointed in the direction, "What do I love? Fishing big fish to draw bonuses, raising your sick mother, this is your enlightenment."

"Tell me, maybe Komori wants to go ashore when he sees the freedom and beauty outside?" Jiao Liru asked with a smile.

"Go ashore?" Old Su groaned, like a wheel slipping, "Is it easy to go ashore? A dirty ass is enough to haunt him for a lifetime. If he does it, you and Boss Shao will cover him for a day. He runs away, trying to kill him There are so many people that they have to line up, and he will try if he wants to die. I am used to saying that it is difficult to be a good person, and I say that it is even more difficult to turn a bad person into a good person."

"If he wants to be sincere, I can think about it."

"Crazy you!"

Hu Ziqiang's sudden grunt was extremely bright and coherent, like the sound of string music, interrupting the conversation between the two.Jiao Liru was stunned for a second, then suddenly broke the power, leaned back on the chair and giggled happily, and kept saying "Ouch".Old Su raised a pair of parentheses around his mouth, and said, "Don't tell me that Lao Shao likes this big, stupid man?"

"Do you understand innocence?" Jiao Liru laughed tremblingly, leaning on Hu Ziqiang's shoulder.

"Sweeper is sweet! One big boring melon."

"Old Su, please stop."

There is a sugar-fried chestnut stall across the street. The round sand is wrapped with oily chestnuts, which are blown under the shovel of the stall owner and sprinkled with malt syrup. The sweet and sweet smell runs through both ends of the street.Jiao Liru opened her purse and took the money to get out of the car. She bought two paper bags and threw one bag to Lao Su and the other to Hu Ziqiang: "Eat, you are a big man, I'm afraid you will smoke, you can't help being hungry.", Candy The fried chestnut compartment paper bag was also very hot, and Hu Ziqiang was on fire.