Olives

Some of the paper He Qifang used was taken by Dayu to burn in the stove, so Liu Yadong remembered her handwriting: beautiful but contracted, like squeezed beans.

Most of the writing on the paper was poetry, and Liu Yadong couldn't read it smoothly, but he couldn't understand it backwards, but he tried his best to memorize it. Anyway, he didn't have any extracurricular books to read.There is a sentence that has a deep impression on him, so it is often on the lips, but it has never been pronounced.This sentence is: living is the accumulation of death, fineness and density, and promotes the light of wet weight.

In the name of business last year, Wen Qi donated a batch of tables and chairs and a three-story library building to Sushui No. [-] Middle School.In order to thank Wen Qi for his charitable deeds, an obelisk was erected in front of the library building, with a pile of Mandarin phrases engraved on it, and students were asked to polish it up every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.Wen Qi burns his hands with too much money?No, it was a joke for him and Shao Jinquan on a whim, for peace of mind.

Shao Jinquan: "If I hadn't had to hang out with you back then, I would have been able to go to Peking University."

Wen Qi: "Take it as my fault, I won't let Xian, and make No. [-] Middle School lack a talent like you."

Shao Jinquan: "Not really."

Wen Qi: "If I donate a building, will I be compensated?"

Hundreds of thousands, in exchange for a layer of gold on his face.When he came back to Sushui, the party secretary of the Third Lieutenant Colonel invited him four or five times, saying that he wanted to pay him a visit.Dai Duohua issued a certificate, had a talk with a relative, had a drink, that's the procedure.Shao Jinquan persuaded him to push it down, but he was very interested, saying that it was unnecessary, because he was too arrogant to save face, and the talent would appear fake.

"But I didn't bring my secretary, isn't it a little different?" Wen Qi fiddled with the watch.

Shao Jinquan deliberately said: "The girls under Liru's hands, you just pick one that looks pleasing to the eye and take it with you."

Wen Qi smiled: "You don't come here." It means that I don't like chickens, and you are insulting me.

"Then I'll let Lao Jia follow, he's safe." Shao Jinquan went to get his phone, "I won't show up."

Wen Qi said again: "You can arrange it."

"You take him with you too."

Wen Qi tapped the surface of the crystal with her fingernails, and glanced at him: "Who is it?"

After all, it was only April and May, and the living things in the dormitory of Sushui Technical School began to wreak havoc.Jiao Liru changed Lan Zhou into a new thin quilt, made of silk, soaked in the smell of the sun.Yesterday, a centipede with more than one inch got into the single tube of the quilt. Liu Yadong of Lanzhou burrowed back and forth, and couldn't catch up with too many feet. It was gone in a blink of an eye.Dumbfounded.Liu Yadong said that one bite of this thing made you paralyzed, so don't sleep if you can't find it, you two go to Brother Jiuqiang to deal with it overnight, and I'll catch it.The next day, when Jiao Liru was going to wash and trot, Hu Ziqiang took the lead to pack up the quilt and knocked on the door of the next room, leaving Liu Yadong rubbing his arms and standing by the bed to watch Lan Zhou slowly pull up his trousers.Hurry up, Moji don't sleep anymore, Liu Yadong urged him, don't open your eyes to smallpox.Lan Zhou plucked his hair, put on the single jacket he was wearing, and closed the door and window with his military shoes, saying that I would catch it with you.

Liu Yadong didn't say a word, and after a while he laughed, saying that you are so righteous and paralyzed.Lan Zhou raised his eyebrows, picked up the tongs behind the door, said that he would do it, and if he wanted to do it together, he would do it together.

It is not right to say that you should concentrate on doing one thing, so that only the movement of desks and chairs and sundries remain, and you breathe with each other. They are not focused.Thoughts grow wildly, inextricably linked, hindering the limbs.When the eyes overlap and collide, they will be startled, and the moment they move away, they will be dazed for a short time, thinking what I am doing now, oh, looking for centipedes.Continue to lower their heads, rustle, lift the quilt, move the chair, turn over the bed, deliberately ignore the existence of the other party, but because of inattention, they will touch each other's skin in the cramped room.It's different from the past, and the touch already leaves a burning sensation.

The centipede returned to the carbine, fell from the curtain to the ground, twisted several times, and snaked quickly.The two of them chased forward side by side, and the sound of pattering and trampling filled the room.Seeing that it was forced to stop at the corner, the centipede knew it was a dead end, turned around and crawled toward them both.His hands were cold from fright, Liu Yadong kicked the sky and the well, and he jumped back and forth, his posture was like a unique aboriginal dance, and he seemed to be scalded by boiling water.Lan Zhou laughed so hard that his stomach hurts.Ding bang May Fourth, life and death are on the line, Lan Zhou erected the poker like holding a sword, aiming at the reptile and chopping it down.Slapping, cutting in half, mighty and incomparable.Liu Yadong was sweating, and wiped his hand on his forehead, saying fuck it, it's still fucking hot, you can.Lan Zhou stuck out her tongue and went to hold his sweaty hand.

Liu Yadong dug out the half bottle of Shaobai left from the last drink, threw two pieces of the centipede into the bottle, and counted it as a whipped corpse.

Turned off the lights and went back to sleep, turned over and over, my heart was beating, and I was very restless.

Therefore, standing in the living room the next day, Lan Zhou wore a suit and tie, and his strings were taut, and he also appeared to be lacking in energy, with a hint of happiness and listlessness.Wen Qi looked at him, smiled and said nothing, and asked the school clerk to pour an extra cup of tea.

The temperament of the director of the third middle school is blooming and rich.The area of ​​the face is not large, and there are obvious stones between the teeth. The 80s flowing water has two green eyebrows, a shawl with brown rolls, and is wearing an improved double-breasted pink Tang suit.Her enthusiastic appearance made Lao Jia smile quietly at Lan Zhou and said, "These days, it's the uncle who gives the money."

Immediately another group came, the secretary of the youth league committee, the secretary of the party committee, the principal and deputy principal, and the special education, all forming a group, shaking hands with Wen Qi one by one with the same smiling faces and tone.The first step in the process: visit the school.The team moved forward slowly, and due to Wen Qi's limited mobility, he stopped at every step and took care of the introduction.The old Jialan boat followed behind.

The County No. [-] Middle School was established on July [-]st, and every year there are a batch of graduates who have passed the undergraduate course. Ten years earlier, there were students who were admitted to Anhui University of Science and Technology, which is considered a key point in the county.Lan Zhou remembered that there was a boy in the martial arts class who was transferred from the third middle school. He was not young, tall and tough, with extremely poor skills.Others asked him why he suffered because he didn't study well. He said that he was bullied at school and couldn't continue studying, so he suffered even more.Lan Zhou couldn't understand.At that time, school was equal to heaven for him, an ocean of culture and morality, how could he feel happy wandering in it?His skin-cut pain is never here, thinking about it is one-sided and ideal.

The library building is red and white, and the stairs at the main entrance are covered with old red carpets, with flower baskets lined up on both sides, and a banner in the middle: Warmly welcome Mr. Wen Qi to visit our school.

The problem of going upstairs was not arranged, and anyone who went to help Wenqi and showed a trace of impure purpose seemed to be flattering.Lao Jia pushed Lanzhou towards the people and said, "Go and help, be careful."

Wen Qi turned her head to see him standing over, Zhan Qing looked at him, but did not move.In the past, those who did this would laugh first, then bend their knees.But Lan Zhou asked cautiously first: "Do you want my help?" Mandarin is not very good.

Wen Qi was taken aback for a moment, and smiled heartily.

"Need." He said, "Please borrow your arm."

Wen Qi climbed up the stairs, moving slowly. Although the process was full of twists and turns, he still had his composure.Wen Qi seldom wears an orthodox suit, which makes him uncomfortable.He usually wears a sheepskin jacket with honeydew texture. Although the espadrilles are custom-made, they are simple in shape, which is not suitable for his identity.Wen Qi's leather taste is a little uninhibited, a little similar to Lan Zhou's father in the past.Wen Qi suddenly asked him halfway, how old are you this year?Lan Zhou responded and said eighteen.Wen Qi asked again, are you afraid of me, or Shao Jinquan?This question is abrupt, a pebble on the flat ground, I don't know what to prove, what is the elaborate trap of an adult, Lan Zhou is too sensitive to answer, and doesn't know what to say to turn it around.Wen Qi took it as a joke, gently brushed his hair back, and continued to move upwards with Lan Zhou's forearm.

After a while, he asked again: "Do you know why I am disabled?"

Lan Zhou shook his head.

He laughed, "It was a war."

The library smells like fir wood, no one is there, and it is so clean that it is a pity that it is lonely.Looking at the streamlined bookshelves at a glance, the array of books is crowded together. This is Wen Qi's achievement. Lan Zhou can't help but marvel and respect him even more.

The director of the secretary stepped forward, and Lao Jia pulled Lan Zhou back at the right time.

"What's the matter with you?"

Lan Zhou looked at Lao Jia, "Ask me how old I am."

"It's gone?"

"Gone."

"Hey, I'll—" Lao Jia tugged at the collar of his clothes, "You should take it easy."

"know."

"If you have the ability to be photographed, if you work next to the boss, you may not be able to sit on an equal footing with Brother Quan in the future." A smile appeared on Lao Jia's ruined half of his face, intending to point him out.

Lan Zhou paused for a while, with shrewdness in his eyes, he asked indistinctly: "I don't think I heard."

Lao Jia was taken aback and said no more.

Lanzhou has the opportunity to get close to the bookshelf, to smell the aroma of books, like a fish to sip algae.But in fact, I can't rise to the height of this beauty, but only a little thought grows into my body.

Longhu teaches cultural courses, which are exactly the opposite of Pugao: focusing on martial arts and everything else is secondary.

There are two days on weekends, the class schedule is sparse, and the teacher's level is half-baked. He respects the rule of doing nothing, and teaches Chinese.Working hard at a martial arts school is a funny way of not being social.Lan Zhou remembered that he made a joke about it at first.He is extremely cherished by the textbooks. He sees through and engraves them. He puts words into his mouth and chews them. Some are as hard as iron and can be swallowed. , open and broad, the beauty of pure Chinese language, after chewing, there is still sweetness.Not much time, Lan Zhou always bowed his head to copy and recite. His arm holding the pen has slightly protruding muscles and scars from training.So he is at the top, and has a cheap advantage where the so-called "unnecessary" is.Superiority turned into trouble, and the quiz attracted a bunch of honey-stealing mosquitoes, harassing and telling us to copy it later after finishing it.

Lan Zhou was rarely stingy, he said no to it coldly, in order to cut off their retreat, and even raised his hand to report.The sleepy teacher woke up and slapped the table, saying to pay attention to discipline!Continue to close your eyes and nap.

There is a saying of chivalry in martial arts, Lan Zhou's despicable move touched the bottom line of a "man", and his inattentiveness made himself the target of public criticism.

The short-term revenge came quickly, and the methods made people uncomfortable, so Lan Zhou didn't bother to think about it.During this period, Liu Yadong was a foolish and loyal knight, who took him away to protect him.It's okay to fight, but it's even less frustrating to scold your father and mother. His mother tolerated Lan Zhou's clumsy judgment and timidity of action. owe you?When he came back to the dormitory and knocked on the door, he had a sneering look, accusing Lan Zhou of saying that you were sick, and if you couldn't copy it, it would be over.After a while, he laughed again and said, Chuaner, I thought you were the most loyal.

There is an anthology of Zhu Ziqing on the bookshelf. Lan Zhou glanced at it and suddenly remembered that it was the first time he had the embarrassment of being exposed and the heartache of being misunderstood.

Later, he became extremely tolerant in front of Liu Yadong. On the one hand, he was really willing, and on the other hand, he meant to perform.

It turned out that Liu Yadong had to do many things to get the result.

At sunset in the evening, there was no one in the house. Liu Yadong scrubbed the red paint between his fingers vigorously in the small toilet.The lacquer was adjusted to a dark bay red, and when it congealed, it looked very much like blood.Washing with water alone was not enough, so Liu Yadong went to get the alcohol in the medicine box.

Things are not difficult to do today, with red paint to write demolition, houses and old graves, within the scope of the requisition, no one is spared.The matter is not obvious, and there is no conflict for the time being, and it will be hard to say later.

Had a meal before the start of work, the best restaurant in the town, a large round table with more than ten people, and the back chef butchered two huge geese.Originally, there were too many things to drink in the afternoon, but a prickly man could not help persuading him cheerfully, so he served two bottles of Shaoxing Huadiao.Suijiu is a secretary of some kind, with a full belly, hair loss to the center, and a circle of people beside him, who are introduced one by one, respectively, who runs the party and government, who runs the people's congress, who audits, who the labor union looks similar, It was difficult to distinguish for a while.After drinking for three rounds and talking about serious things, one of them sighed: There are always some stubborn people. If you reason with him, he will give you money.This is the case with barbarism, otherwise what is national development?You do your best to do the work to be done, and we cooperate in everything.The wine glasses met again and reached a consensus, as if they were all on the side of justice.

Liu Yadong stood by the Dingyan Lake in the afternoon, looking at the hollow mountain in the distance, and felt a sense of alienation, and the guilt faded away.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, thinking it was either Lan Zhou or Hu Ziqiang.Liu Yadong threw away the cotton ball to open the door, and Zou Jingjing stood at the door.

She did not know what kind of fashionable hair style--a ponytail, the top of the hair was smoothed, and the tail was made into a chicken coop, a big fluffy ball, like another head.Her peach-pink lips floated in the night: "Hi." The smell of fragrance rushed to her face, with a suspicious sense of uncleanliness.

Liu Yadong was startled, and suddenly remembered Hou Aisen's words in the afternoon: "Don't fall asleep in a hurry when you go back, I have a task for you."

Didn't say any tasks, but attached a smiley face full of flavor.

Zou Jingjing's face was full of sophisticated flattery and begging, he completely understood.He looked back, it was still the dark cavern, it seemed that there was some vicious spy, burning his cheek, which made him feel the embarrassment of having an affair.He opened his mouth without making a sound, and coughed out a sound before he said, "You."

"Looking for you. Didn't tell you first?"

Zou Jingjing loves the ruthlessness of men, and also likes the innocence of young people, which makes her quite proud of being a teacher. Her identity has changed from a superficial plaything to a pot of roses that needs to be observed and recorded. It has become a secret that the opposite person is not familiar with.This is good for teenagers.Shrewd, cunning and heavily guarded, the man who is most suitable to be used to fight the wind will never be compared.She turned her head and looked back, annoyed: "It's so dark where you live, there are no lights, so people are afraid." She leaned forward and raised her feet to squeeze in.

Her feet are made of pink glass stockings, and a pair of suede fish mouth high heels, the soles are good enough to crush half of Liu Yadong's toes.He backed away without saying a word, she came forward, pushed and pulled the room smoothly once, entered the room, lonely man and widow.

The man swirling in Zou Jingjing's eyes is like the surging Yellow River water. In order to get rich, she is the most diligent massage girl in Chunshuitang.She has a good quality suitable for "entering the world", that is, it doesn't matter, except for money, it is not worth her attention.It's better than Wild Pao Village. Chunshuitang has the threshold of Chunshuitang.But even if it's just the rich ones, there are quite a few eccentric ones.

There is an alcoholic who wears the bottom of a wine bottle, has such a full belly, is good at using props, and has shackle candles in his leather bag. He owns two electronic parts factories.Whenever he comes to spend money, the girls sitting in Taiwan are terrified.Zou Jingjing took his share of the "night compartment".She painted her eyebrows and lips, slapped the cigarette case on the dressing table, and said, fuck it, old pervert, let me see if he can kill my old lady again.

She went there with all kinds of charms, and came back after a night, which outfit can she see?Black eyes, slurred speech, and burn marks all over his body.She grabbed her purse, took out a handful of dime notes like a wedding candy, threw them on the bed, and said, "Then I'm fucking incompetent, let me tell you! That's how money is made. If you are as timid as you are, Got rich in the Year of the Monkey?!"

Others, eccentric, vicious, withdrawn, and demented, collectively referred to as perverts with a little money status, were all dealt with by Zou Jingjing.The end of the year Jiao Liru gave her was frighteningly rich, and she even became a revered chicken idol.Zou Jingjing willing?Can't say that either.But she doesn't have many choices. One is to be impoverished and detained, find a restaurant to work as a cashier, or work as a female worker on the assembly line, get married and become pregnant, have a litter all her life, completely stay at home without showing her head, and use needles and threads to cook pots and pans , the husband is so poor that he jingles, and he still scolds when he comes back: "I will cook these rotten vegetables all day long!" She couldn't bear it, she was not convinced.One is to rely on ability to eat, earn more by doing more, no matter how dirty or cheap or stinky ditch, there is still a chance to jump into the dragon's gate.For example, that old pervert said, all these years, you, the wild lily, are the most suitable for me. If you come to be my lover, I will give you half of the plant.Isn't this the Dragon Gate?Instead of thinking calmly and fearing losing her life, she agreed when she was uncertain.

If you swim too often, you will age quickly, and your body and mind will wither.There is that kind of reluctance in her nature, so that she is extremely rare when she sees a little ignorance, and she has a protective attitude.Want to destroy again.

Liu Yadong: "Let me pour you a glass of water."

"Well, don't be too hot." Zou Jingjing found a place where she could see to put her bag, and the metal chain rattled.

"I have to look for paper cups, but I don't necessarily have them."

"You look for it, drink it when you find me, and don't drink it if you can't find me." Zou Jingjing was joking, and she no longer had the awe-inspiring feeling of being held by the nose when she met him that night.Before she came, she reminded herself that this was a little furry child.She pressed her skirt and sat on the slightly neater part of the bed: "You guys are so messy here, you won't accept it—"

"Don't sit on his bed."

As if farting, Zou Jingjing immediately stood up straight: "Whose bed?"

"No, I mean..." Zou Jingjing caught a trace of guilt on his face, but she was sure that the guilt was not for her.He paused for two seconds and said, "Don't sit there."

Zou Jingjing smiled, "Then where should I sit? I'm not sick, and I'll be checked every year, so don't be afraid."

Liu Yadong pointed to his side, "You sit on this end."

"Would I rather not do it?"

"You don't have to."

"Just kidding." Zou Jingjing walked over to the other side, "Who is sleeping on this half sheet? It's such a big shelf that others can't bear it?"

"it's me--"

Liu Yadong couldn't find the exact term for a while.Is it my classmate?True but not only this.is my friend?My brother?True but not only this.Is someone I particularly like?You must be sick, tell people this, isn't there something wrong with your brain?It's me—what the hell is it me?Liu Yadong could no longer give Lan Zhou a definite identity.He slanted out sideways, was both near and far away, and stood paranoidly in the place where he was confused.

"My companion."

"Oh, you helped light the fire that day when it opened? Xiaolan."

"Ah."

"Are you the same age?"

"He's a few months older than me."

"I saw you last time."

"where?"

"Chunshui Hall, Boss Shao, Boss Wen, is eating and playing cards. Boss Shao brought them. Boss Shao asked for cigarettes, and told him to bring them in. I said that Boss Shao is able to bring people to Boss Wen. Yes, maybe he will be taken back to Beijing by Xiangzhong? Then you will hug his thigh." Zou Jingjing smiled, turned her head and opened her bag to get things: lighters, female cigarettes, and condoms.

It's rare for Hu Ziqiang to say something awesome: the first time you do that, it's not you who's whoring her, it's she who's whoring you.This is something that can only be said after a real gun has been shot.

Liu Yadong couldn't explain how he felt at the moment—he couldn't explain clearly again, he felt like a joke, and couldn't explain clearly at every turn.Is he ignorant or stupid?

Zou Jingjing turned the unmade quilt to the bed to make room, and said, "It's enough, let's get down to business first."

Tear off the plastic cover like unpacking cigarettes, open the lid and pour it out, and there are several small square packages of aluminum skin color.Zou Jingjing twisted one and threw it at him, deliberately teasing him: "Will you wear it? This is a medium size. As for you, don't rush to unfold it when you wear it. Wrap it over your head and then stroke it down. There is a small soft bubble on the head." , hold it while wearing it. Do you know what that air bag is for?" Zou Jingjing smiled, and said with a sticky throat, "...let your semen/fluid go."

Liu Yadong immediately threw the condom back, as if it was hot and it was evidence, "Forget it!"

Zou Jingjing raised her brows and yelled strangely: "Forget it?! What do you mean forget it? Are you impotent?"

Liu Yadong frowned and confronted her, "Just take me for you." He sat back on the stool with his back to her, bent his back like a shrimp, and continued to wipe the red paint between his fingers with a cotton ball;

Zou Jingjing's nose fluttered, and the corners of her lips drooped in anger and aggrieved, and after a while, she resolutely pursed into a short horizontal line.She snorted incomparably briskly, kicked her foot in vain, and then half-kneeled on the bed, Gu Zi began to undress, with quite large movements.When the glass stockings come off the legs, there will be some charming sounds, like static electricity in winter.It was because it was very quiet that the movement caught Liu Yadong's ears.The hairs on his arms immediately stood up, as if he was too emotional, and his face was flushed red.But not yet, all the discomfort rose in his heart, like a boa constrictor shedding its skin behind his back, he was confused but not fascinated.He has two frames, interspersed with flashbacks, and the coldness of alcohol between his fingers.

Lan Zhou pulled up his trousers, and the locks hit the metal; Lan Zhou took a shower in the toilet, and there was a fine sound of water flowing; Lan Zhou accidentally raised and lowered his hands under the covers, and he overheard a muffled snort.This is his all-time Weilan, his fascination.

Zou Jingjing didn't stop until she was left with only her underwear and bra.She bit her lip, and took the cigarette straight over to smoke, "Damn you bitch."

Liu Yadong dyed four or five balls of cotton wool red.

There was a slight sound of the door lock, Liu Yadong suddenly turned his head to look around, jumped forward and rushed forward, knocked over the alcohol bottle, and the alcohol gurgled all over the place.

In fact, the wind knocked on the door.Zou Jingjing saw him standing still, with a burst of joy on his face, and then lost his mind.

Very complex and interesting, not something an ignorant boy could concoct.

Zou Jingjing smoked up the room in no time.

"Do you have a sweetheart?"

The term "sweetheart" seems very ancient, like Weaver Girl is to Niulang, White Snake is to Xu Xian, Cui Yingying is to Zhang Sheng.There is a pure and illusory taste, which makes the tender flesh at the tip of the heart slightly pinched by the nail cover.

"Don't smoke now, I'll spill the alcohol on the floor, sparks will jump up and burn this place." Liu Yadong wrung a wet cloth to wipe the floor, "Yes."

"Are you dreaming of her sex all day long?"

Liu Yadong sighed: "No."

"That's weird!"

"There is no day."

"How many days is that? Two days? Three days?" Zou Jingjing asked.

Liu Yadong said in silence: I have a relationship with you.

"You must be in extreme pain." Zou Jingjing smacked her lips to put out the cigarette, scratched her armpits, and said firmly, "You are so young but you can't love it, right?"

"...Can you put your clothes on? That's a shit."

"I'm not naked again!" It's just showing breasts.

Liu Yadong twisted his neck and didn't look at it, "Is it different?!"

Zou Jingjing laughed, and said cheerfully, "You really are."

"Thank you." Liu Yadong smiled strangely.

She put back the clothes she had taken off one by one: "Everyone in our business has only one idea, sleep her if you like her. Sleeping is happy, she may not like you, but she likes sleeping Things. Falling asleep and falling in love with you is the best thing. "

"Isn't this a hooligan?"

Zou Jingjing spat at him: "Bah! Oh, you guys are not hooligans when you fight and lend money to open a casino?"

"but--"

"What's wrong with you? If you're crazy, you're just timid. Getting rich is the same as this. If you're not afraid, you may not have anything. If you're afraid, you'll have nothing."

"That's not one size fits all."

"Is it love? Damn my old lady came here for nothing, and I was quite excited to teach you a boy scout, but it turned out to be a well-guarded one. Oh no, you have to pay me for the bell fee for you." Zou Jingjing stretched out her hand, "Business It’s not about love, don’t forget to go home with me next year, fellow.”

Liu Yadong went to the end of the bed to touch his coat pocket, not knowing the market price, "How much?"

"Five dollars."

Liu Yadong shrugged, Zou Jingjing shrugged, "Special price."

Coincidentally, Zou Jingjing went downstairs and caught up with Lan Zhou to go upstairs.The two of them paused for a moment in the dark before facing shoulder to shoulder.