Olives

The day was cloudy, with no sign of warming up, and the cold wind felt even more biting.Liu Yadong took back the [-] yuan in cash, and dragged Lan Zhou to give it to Wu Qimeng.

"You, you have to pull me—" Lan Zhou had finished draining the water, and his trousers were not fully stretched, so he held his arm.

Liu Yadong threw the money bag over his shoulder, "Come with me, I'm a little afraid of him, don't you care about it."

"He's actually quite nice." Lan Zhou laughed.

Liu Yadong frowned and hesitated: "...I didn't say he was bad."

Lan Zhou didn't ask any more questions, took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into his pocket.

"What is it?" Liu Yadong grabbed his hand and opened it to look at it, a bunch of colorful things.

"Chocolate." Lan Zhou smiled at him.

Liu Yadong raised his eyebrows: "Stolen?"

"roll."

Wu Qimeng placed a slightly backward clear full-length mirror against the wall. It is said that such an arrangement makes people look thin and long.He was trying on a bright red corduroy jacket in front of the mirror. The color was so bright that it was so smeared that it would leave a mark of ink pad wherever he rubbed it.Looking in through the wooden edged window, Liu Yadong saw him turn around in front of the mirror along his shoulder line.The ends of the hair followed.He raised his face toward the mirror recalcitrantly, acting coquettishly, his Adam's apple came out, he clamped his chin again, frowned, stared at the mirror, yanked off his jacket, threw it back on the chair, and grabbed the cigarette on the table. Follow the lighter.

Liu Yadong stood behind Lanzhou and pushed him back, "Knock on the door."

Lan Zhou turned around: "What happened to him?"

After saying this, Liu Yadong came to his senses, and asked him: "You have dealt with him a lot recently, and he didn't treat you...what's strange?"

"Which do you mean?"

"At once......."

Let you hug him.

Liu Yadong moved his tongue and shook his head: "Nothing."

Wu Qimeng counted the money quickly and swiftly. He wiped away the cups and plates on the mahjong table, grabbed the bottom of the bag and poured it down. The table was covered with five lottery tickets with varying amounts.One of them fell into the unclean soymilk, he quickly picked it up and wiped it with his sleeve.He rummaged through it for a while, picked out the red ones, stacked them, knocked the corners evenly, rolled them into the middle finger of his left index finger, rubbed them quickly with his right thumb, and the pages twitched as he twirled, and the count was twelve thousand.Counting the green ones, they were wrinkled and dirty, and some of them were obviously soaked in water, and they were almost torn apart. Eight thousand were counted.Counting the smaller ones, and counting the coins, "A total of 370 yuan and [-] cents is not enough." Wu Qimeng pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, brushed away two locks of hair, and shrugged at Liu Yadong.

"It's impossible for me to count it out, right? It's more than 500 short." Liu Yadong pulled Lan Zhou behind his back.

Wu Qimeng grabbed the money and put it into the bag, happily: "You have so much money that you can just take out this five hundred?"

"Two thousand of water, half a year's profit to [-] is not what he deserves." Liu Yadong said, "It's you who are black."

Wu Qimeng stopped, and Lan Zhou poked at the center of his shoulder blade.

"You don't understand the three words usury? If you can afford it, you have to pay back the interest. Do you think it's charity?"

Wu Qimeng nodded at him with his index finger: "I advise you not to fucking say this in the future, especially in front of Brother Quan, I'll just treat it as your hiccup, and he will remember it clearly when he hears it."

Liu Yadong stood still, "Do you want to deal with me?"

"That's not enough, just to persuade you to be obedient." Wu Adi counted out five one-hundred sheets from his wallet, stuffed them into the bag and tied them tightly, and crossed out a column on the ledger, "Did you collect the water or did the old force them?" How many? Whose head do I count as my head?"

obedient!A meridian on the forehead was throbbing, and in an instant, angry and helpless, at a loss, something inexplicable suddenly fell to the internal organs, so heavy that Liu Yadong wanted to fall to his knees.Liu Yadong walked to the wall and punched hard. A piece of putty was peeled off by the force, and it fell off the wall and fell to the ground.Lan Zhou hastily went over to pull him, looked at his skinned and bleeding knuckles, and pushed his shoulders: "You are sick!"

"How can you smash yourself to show you? It's a fucking dilapidated house, and we'll lie down and die if we beat it under the weight. There's iodine in the drawer." Wu Qimeng sat back on the chair, untied his braids and tidied them up with a corner comb, "No fun Looking for fun, why don't you be a fool yourself?"

Lan Zhou covered Liu Yadong's mouth with his mouth, and sucked the blood with his wet and hot tongue.

Liu Yadong's spine went numb, and he clenched his fists to withdraw.

Lan Zhou kicked his calf with staring eyes, clenched his teeth, and bit his flesh hard.Those eyes that were about to cry.

Wu Qimeng leaned on the back of the chair, watching with drooping eyelids, the wind knocking on the wooden edge outside, beating.After a while he lazily said: "Is there anything to do this afternoon? Hey, are you going to dance?"

For a few years, bans were imposed, fighting and making troubles and playing hooligans were not as bad as dancing, and letting life go was defined as a crime.The Sihua Dance Hall is hidden on the basement floor of Xiaoyou Garden, where billiards are tapped on the top, and the rhythm is kicked and tapped on the bottom.It used to be a basement of a residential area, with spotlights and flashing lights on the roof, and Thai teak flooring on the ground floor, and the whole thing was rented out.At the beginning, the ballroom danced one by one, and it was bustling, with wooden floors as smooth as terrazzo; now it has risen to [-] yuan, and KTV nightclubs are blooming everywhere again. There are no more shows here, and there are still some regular customers.

People in Sushui call this a "zoo", which means that there are many strange dancers gathered here.A pair of "Qi brothers" who have been together for more than 20 years, a fat man wearing a floral shirt and pointed leather shoes for 20 years, Hua Hua, a textile factory who was burned and disfigured in the explosion in the suburbs of the county in 01, and a small country girl who ran away from home, drowned in the sea Undead little boss... a bunch of pure monsters.The few boyfriends Wu Qimeng had talked with that year were all mixed up in this dance hall. They were all young and fresh hooligans, glib and smooth-tongued.They were as thin as Huaguo Mountain monkey monsters, unable to bear the fists swung by Li Simin, one fell to the ground, spitting out a blood-stained back molar on the spot.At that time, Wu Qimeng was angry, rushed over to push Simin, and scolded Lan Zhou, "You are sick! Can I control my smoking, dancing and falling in love?!"

You can't say that he is defending the cowards on the ground, he is defending his own dignity.

Li Simin's angular face was naturally righteous, and the boss always frightened him into thinking that someone from the detachment came to check his business license, so he only dared to stand aside and dared not rush in to speak.Li Simin didn't talk nonsense, most of them picked up people and carried them away, causing an uproar.Over and over again, the two of them were also reduced to talk, called "Brother Qi" and became a rookie of zoo monsters.

"Three people, two bottles of soda." Wu Qimeng handed Zhang Fifty to the small window.

The boss crawled out of the bed, cut out three paper tickets and stamped them, poked his head out and looked back: "Happy New Year, I bought a new skirt, Sao Hong, who did you bring?"

"Show your mother, my brother."

The boss threw another twenty plus a cigarette, "Your brother hasn't been here for several months, has he been transferred to work by Boss Shao?"

"I went to be a thug for Lord Yan."

"Oh! What an errand, Earth Immortal, please give him a call and let him be a good person. The name of Sihua's boss is crossed out in the life and death book of King Yan. I will ask him to skip the next life for nothing. "The boss pulled his hair, "Don't lie to me with your fucking nonsense. Why don't you see your eyes watering?"

He waved his hand back, "I lied to you, I will be struck by lightning and killed without a burial."

There are many kinds of imported dances, plain water and native land, Sihua still dances ballroom dancing during the day and disco at night, combining movement and stillness, affectionate elegance and passionate indulgence.The time of visit is not right, the place is only lively at night, there are cats and ghosts of all races, shaking their heads and flicking their tails, neon lights flashing, and the sound is blaring. Most people who come here for the first time have to go out and shout for motion sickness.At this moment, the winter sun slanted into the ground, disappearing in the blue-purple color, and there were countless particles of dust floating in the huge dance hall.A huge mottled mirror on the north side extends the space and scale of time.There are only a few couples dancing on the dance floor, men's leather shoes and women's long skirts, swaying slowly and drawing circles, some are calm and brisk, and some are as fast as ice skating. "I like to look at the shining stars in the night sky, as if pressing the throbbing shutter", the dance song is called "Those Who Have Loved Before".

A few leather armchairs by the DJ stage were worn out, and yellow pus-like sponges were squeezed out. Wu Qimeng sat over, pried open two bottles of cantaloupe soda, and inserted plastic tubes into them respectively.

"I knew I would bring the two of you to the evening show. Ballroom dancing is not exciting, and you can fall asleep watching it."

He is like a woman on her period, drinking hot boiled water to soak chrysanthemum, and sticking her mouth to the rim of the cup, leaving a red mark.He grabbed a handful of butter pine nuts in the plastic plate on the table, peeled them with a click, and said: "Go to the end of the alley and turn right. Next time, I will feel unhappy. Come here to watch people dance. The boss is Xiao Wu. He Dad is the former boss, and he had a stroke last year." The milky Ren'er stuffed it into his mouth, "Many poor people who keep their own laws must be better than running around in the dormitory of the teahouse, and they always treat the bad guys like us."

Liu Yadong leaned back in his chair and looked at the silver cosmic ball lamp above his head; Lan Zhou held his hands between his knees and watched the carbonic acid bubbles rising from the green glass bottle.

The outdated decoration has an air of aging, which doesn't make people feel so empty.

"I was much more naive than you at that time." Wu Qimeng picked up a few kernels from her skirt and put them in the tinplate bottle cap, "Not only do I think this group of people is rotten, I also want to fish him out .”

"The trouble is not that you have to do it,"

His eyes were out of focus, his sense of exertion faded, and he became very relaxed, and his face suddenly had the texture of an oil painting. "It's because you don't want to do anything anymore, you can do this, it doesn't matter if you die."

A couple of men and women turned to the DJ booth in a circle, and then walked away in an arc in the melody, very elegant, with a smell of shampoo.

Wu Qimeng has a strong sense of entertainment and pastimes, and he can read waltz twice.Later, I taught Li Simin a few times, but that person had no strings, and he couldn't learn it no matter what.His hands, which are more proficient in swinging iron rods than holding chopsticks, are mechanically leveled as if they had just grown out, clasping Wu Qimeng's bony shoulder blades, frowning his black eyebrows, staring at the toes of his shoes, bowing his head and moving forward and backward abruptly , stepped on his feet, and staggered crookedly.I can't, I really can't learn... He looked coy and distressed, his right hand was tightly clenched with his, and his palm was hot.It is the first four, the lights are dimly colored, and the tune sings "little snowflakes, swaying and falling down".Follow my beat, you relax a little.Wu Qimeng was greasy and sweaty on the tip of his nose, smiling, his tall figure could not see the shadow on the floor.The result was embarrassing, Li Simin tripped and fell on top of him.He hurriedly raised his arms, looked at him in fear and guilt, touched the back of his head, and asked if you were okay.There was a burst of shouting and laughing all around, and someone reached out to help, saying don't worry, young man, the waltz has to take your time.

It's not that Li Simin has to do this, but since he can't be a soldier and has lost the long-term hope of shaping himself, he can do whatever he wants.It is a very hopeless thing to be out of step and stand at a fork in life and lose ground.

At the end of the song, Wu Qimeng waved his hand towards the dance floor and shouted, "Sanpintou."

"Yo." Turning around, a tall man with green skin was leading a gentle man.

In the arena, they were the only two who turned around the fastest, so Liu Yadong and Lanzhou couldn't tell that they were two men.

"I thought it was two spinning tops." Wu Qimeng smiled at him.

"Hey!" Sven's guy went to the corner to pick up the clothes he took off, wiped off the sweat from his brow, and came here, "Happy New Year, I haven't seen you all winter, have you gone to hibernation?"

"There are a lot of things going on."

With his butt on the armrest of the chair, he also grabbed a handful of butter pine nuts, "Xiao Li isn't coming either?"

Wu Qimeng: "I'll write a card next time. You can post it for me and write it. Li Simin died of cancer. Don't fucking ask me one by one. It's a waste of my spit."

Sanpin lowered his jaw and raised his eyes, staring at him.

"Lymphoma."

Five or six seconds later, Sanpintou recovered again, and said something profound and far-reaching: "It's really called...impermanence. Oh, it's normal, isn't Xiaochanghua dead? But she is Drinking pesticides, I thought she didn't care about her appearance all the time. What she drank was dichlorvos, damn it, aren't all pesticides fucking adulterated now? It's true this time."

The question of death quickly faded away.

The gentle one came over with a bag and clothes in his arms, and asked, "Who are these two?"

"my brother."

"I fight three times." He stretched out his hand towards Lan Zhou, pouted his mouth towards the gentlemanly man, "This is my godbrother, if you want to learn how to dance, you can find me two, and there will be no charge for teaching or clubbing."

After reporting their names, Wu Qimeng took off his padded jacket, stood up suddenly, and pushed everyone to the center of the dance floor.He snapped his fingers towards the door, telling the boss to come first.As soon as the song was played, Liu Yadong felt familiar, and then remembered that he had heard it before. It was Andy Lau's "Heal My Wounds with Your Gentleness".There are only some sour love songs, is dancing healing?

The gentle man was about the same size as Lan Zhou, taught him the footwork, and yelled the beat softly and tenderly, with a embarrassingly coquettish tone.His white shirt was frighteningly bright, and his fingers were soft and clean without a single burr.Lan Zhou is not fast in learning Sanda, and he is reluctant to follow the slow four. He kicked, tapped, and led a puppet, and went straight to the toe of the leather shoe of the white shirt.Lan Zhou stepped back apologetically, hurriedly said sorry, the man smiled, leaned forward slightly, and said elegantly: "Dancing two people can't be too far apart, it doesn't look good if you are far away, your chest should be close."

Liu Yadong laughed, intending to fold his arms and watch a joke for nothing, but he was dragged into the dance floor by Sanpin.Sanpin's eyebrows raised and raised, and his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had a pure love for Wu.He took Liu Yadong's arm and shouted, "Come and follow me, put your hands on my shoulders, and teach you all afternoon!"one two three four!one two three four!one two three four!

If the track of the dance can be imprinted with pen marks, the teak floor of the Sihua Ballroom is the deepest black.Liu Yadong insisted on spinning, and the tune seemed to change four times.Flying and leaning up, the line of sight and the blue boat stick to each other, wrapping around, wrapping around, like a wrap around, growing fertilely.Rotation becomes intention, which has the same meaning as dripping water and moving a needle, and the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.The dancers circle around tirelessly, turn their necks, sway, and their appearance begins to rise and fall.Heavy things can't be taken away, they are weathered in place and become dry rocks; they are blown to pieces and become dust.

When Sanpin was willing to stop, Liu Yadong was sweating profusely and stepped on the clouds.Lan Zhou sat slumped on the edge of the dance floor, breathing evenly, as if stunned after a [-]-meter long-distance race, with flushed cheeks, looking up at the ceiling where the putty had peeled off.

Liu Yadong floated over to lay on his back, gasped in his ear, and cursed, "It's more tiring than kicking a fucking target."

Lan Zhou smiled and touched his sweaty palm.

The three men rolled up their sleeves, and quietly twisted their mouths beside them, looking like they didn't want to be beaten, and mocked that now you look at children, their stamina is so poor.Sanpin raised his head and said: "How about Xiaoliu, isn't it difficult? If you haven't taught me how to dance and you can't find the trick, come on." He licked the green skin again.Liu Yadong suspected that he bald himself.

"Wait a minute, wait for me—" He waved his hands again and again.

"What are you waiting for? You can't wait. Strike while the iron is hot and you can't forget it." San Pin took his hand and handed it to Wu Qimeng, "Adi, bring it again, and Xiaolan, I will consolidate it again."

Wu Qimeng's eyes were sad but not hurt, it was exactly the winter evening at this moment.

Out of pity, Liu Yadong couldn't dodge any more, let alone I refused.He felt ashamed and secretly happy because he felt a little guilty for Lanzhou.He put his hands on Wu Qimeng's thin back childishly, inevitably meant to give alms - I don't know if I resemble him, but you can treat me as him for the time being.Wu Qimeng was stunned, and looked at Liu Yadong's bridge of nose without moving. After the prelude was over, he was several beats behind.

Three pheasants patted the palm of my hand, shouting, hey, hey, he didn't keep up with the slap, Wu Qimeng opened his step, a beautiful smooth arc.

The boss, Xiao Wu, lit a cigarette and stood up to watch, "Hey, a comet has hit the earth, and the little shemale has returned to ballroom dancing."

"I said disco is ugly, I don't know why so many young people like it. Ballroom dancing is so beautiful! Adi dances ballroom dancing very beautifully." Three fights to lead the gentle man, "The less you dance, it's a pity .”

Lan Zhou stared at the two clasped hands.

"Follow my beat, you relax a little bit."

The dance music changed again, and the slow fourth "Persistence Without Regrets" happened to be Qiong Yao.Liu Yadong saw his tears streaming down without warning.His red dress is blooming like a flower, and his long hair is flying.His perversions seem trivial in the grief and remorse.Contrasted with himself, Liu Yadong felt annoyed, thinking that I have no regrets.There is nothing more messy than death. Talking about the first seven ghosts, talking about the afterlife and this life, are all psychological compensation.Wu Qimeng's eyes were muddy, and he moved his mouth "I love you" towards him, with black marks on his cheeks, crying and wailing.He opened a door and went in, the target was not himself at all, so Liu Yadong didn't feel uncomfortable.In other words, he is sympathetic, but also a little vigilant, vigilant of "impermanence".

There is a particularly bad line in Obsessed with No Regrets, singing "Barely be with you until the end, and become ashes after being enthusiastic".

Going to Jinding as usual in the evening, Ling Zai called Liu Yadong alone: ​​"Brother Quan calls you."

"Me one?"

"You alone."

Liu Yadong knocked on the door and shouted to come in directly.Shao Jinquan is turning the pages of the book, resting his chest with his left hand.It was very warm in the room, and he was wearing a cashmere vest, with the collar of his shirt scratched and turned out. "Come?" With a strange tender look and a kind taste, he looked like a father again.

"Brother Quan." Liu Yadong stood over with his hands behind his back.

"Sit, it's not martial arts that punished you to stand." Shao Jinquan smiled with crow's feet.He pointed to the sofa, folded it with his hands, and rested his chin, "Are you going to Sihua with Adi in the afternoon? I won't go for a long time. I don't know if the boss wants to decorate it."

Liu Yadong couldn't sit down anymore, feeling very uncomfortable, as if he was being strictly controlled.Still can't say it's wrong.

Shao Jinquan lifted his glasses, "I don't care about you."

This is not like, this is a father.

"There are a lot of disputes in this business. You have countless enemies in the open, and you don't know who wants to kill you in secret. I want to think about your safety, not to control you and teach you to be a puppet." Shao Jinquan broke it openly, " You’re fine, I’m worried about Adi, he’s always ostentatious, and he’s out of his mind. The most important thing is that you’re all still babes.”

His words are half cold and half hot, half spicy and half sweet, which makes ordinary people unable to taste the taste. "I know, Brother Quan."

"It's nothing to tell you, let me ask you, do you know Fu Wenqiang?" Shao Jinquan closed the book.

Liu Yadong told the truth: "I listened to Brother Jiuqiang scolding me all night."

Shao Jinquan smiled lowly for a long time, and brushed the tip of his nose, "Old He is hanging out with him, and it's because of Jiu Qiang's plan, so I asked Aisen to mess with him. Fu Wenqiang sent the news, saying that he wanted to meet and talk. I want someone. I want to take you and Hu Ziqiang with me."

"I?"

"It's the industry rule not to bring a 'red stick'." Shao Jinquan touched the drawer, "He doesn't recognize you."

The stupid donkey doesn't know that this is called Hongmen Banquet.Liu Yadong didn't say he was afraid, but Meng: "I don't understand anything."

"I'm afraid you understand."

Shao Jinquan took the imitation 77 and pushed forward.