Olives

Lan Zhou unlocked the lock, Liu Yadong pulled the door, and a confrontation formed between the movements.Liu Yadong felt the scrutiny in Lan Zhou's eyes, even he himself might not know it.To put it mildly, there is a light but unmistakable feminine fragrance in the room.

Lan Zhou wanted to ask, opened his mouth, and then stopped there.He bent down to take off his shoes instead, and said, "I'm so hungry."

Liu Yadong's mouth was anxious, reflecting that his throat was constricted and rolled up and down physically, but it all ended in Lan Zhou's indifference.He was slightly slack and angry again, holding his neck for a while, and said softly: "There are only noodles."

"Noodles are ok, I'll boil a pot of water." Lan Zhou walked around him to the kitchen, looked across the center of the bed, and stayed for a while.

Liu Yadong slapped him, deliberately punching him on the shoulder, "I'll get it for you."

"Okay." Lan Zhou backed away.Liu Yadong passed him and went straight forward.

In the kitchen there is a [-]-watt hanging lamp, the color of the lamp is rough, and the spider silk on the top will fall into the pot when it is blown by the wind, and it will dissolve in the boiling water, and the soup will be considered useless.Liu Yadong scolded your mother, turn off the fire and turn it off again.His brain shrank, he picked it up with bare hands, and got stung hard.He didn't even know what he was thinking about.The quality of the noodles is really not good. The restaurant downstairs costs two yuan a tube. It is said that the wheat flour is mixed with egg whites, and the taste is tough and nutritious. Who knows?In addition to Huang Buliuqiu, it tastes like a chicken/egg.The Chinese cabbage was thrown against the wall, wilting for a long time, Liu Yadong peeled off the yellow leaves layer by layer, and washed the remaining tender heart, broke it and threw it into the pot.Blowing open the hot yarn, emerald green and beige, not to mention very attractive, at least it is hot.He was going to the next door to borrow sesame oil for incense, but Lan Zhou blocked him and stopped between the door frames.

It's been a long time since we competed, and the scores were close at first, but Liu Yadong was already looking down at him in his carelessness.In the past, Lan Zhou would feel annoyed if he found out, and would try to make a comeback by eating too much, but this time he didn't.

His facial features gathered in one place, and his tone seemed anxious: "Are you bleeding?"

"What?" Liu Yadong didn't respond.

"Let me ask you which piece you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt." Liu Yadong was stunned.

Lan Zhou turned his head to look at the low table: the rosy cotton ball, the big open alcohol bottle.It's hard if you don't want to.

Liu Yadong was suddenly happy, turned his face to the wall and smiled, "That's red paint." He rubbed his left hand to cover Lan Zhou's nose, and added, "Come and smell it."

Lan Zhou leaned forward, with the tip of his nose raised slightly, like a doubtful rabbit.

"real."

Lan Zhou grabbed his shoulders and fell down, exhaling: "Scare me."

Liu Yadong was blank for a few seconds, without smiling, he covered Lan Zhou's face with his whole palm.This is purely called being cheap, and Lan Zhou was pushed back by him, and he cursed: "Fuck, Liu Yadong!" The bad thing was done as soon as it was good, and he withdrew his hand and stared at him for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Eat noodles!" Well, it's almost over."

Lan Zhou took two paper bowls to divide the noodles, generally speaking like a caring mother, there were not many chopsticks in the noodles, he divided more than half into Liu Yadong's bowl, gave him the tender cabbage heart, and gave it to himself Once poured into the bowl, the leftover bits and pieces floated in the soup, just like washing a bowl with water.Liu Yadong sneered and asked if you were sick?I said I was hungry, so I gave so much.Said another chopsticks sent to his bowl.After tossing and turning, changing the place several times, the noodles were almost lumpy.They stopped talking, buried their heads in each other, stuffed noodles into their mouths with a plate of finely chopped dry lentils.It's really ordinary, and it's so ordinary that it's down-to-earth, from the throat to the stomach, and it's warm and warm all the way down.Food is the most simple form of release and supplement. When you put down your chopsticks, it seems like many things are stranded, and then drift away.

——Suddenly for a moment.Liu Yadong looked out the window, rubbed his shoulders over his ears, leaned forward, and gulped down the last mouthful of noodle soup.

"What's wrong?" Lan Zhou asked, following the direction of his gaze.It is dark outside the window, and there are silhouettes of buildings in the dark.

Liu Yadong lowered his voice, as if he had made a careful decision to prove a secret carefully.The projection on the bridge of his nose seemed to have a profound meaning, "Chuan'er, let me ask you."

Lan Zhou also focused his eyes, he was used to treat Liu Yadong's seriousness with the same seriousness. "What's the matter?" Liu Yadong had a short noodle stuck to the back of his hand, he twisted it, and put it into his mouth naturally.

"Sometimes, can you hear the sound of the train? It's very small."

After he finished speaking, he felt that these words were like talking in sleep, like a poem composed by He Qifang.

Poetry is superfluous thoughts sent to other things.

The moon climbs the high curtain.Climbing the wall has regained his skills. Liu Yadong is as light as a swallow, and he is really good at being a thief. With a touch of his nose, Lanzhou is obviously blunt in his hands and feet. He should be beaten by Lao Guang.He had a lot of trouble going up the wall, but he was in a dilemma when going down the wall.Liu Yadong stretched his arms underneath, raised his head and looked like a jerk, and said, "You jump into my arms, and I will follow you."

"No need." Lan Zhou stalked, moved to the left, but didn't aim at him, "You kicked my ribs off."

Liu Yadong chased to the left with his arms outstretched, threatening him with a strange tone: "I won't carry you if you break your ankle, you can sleep in the wild at night."

"You keep getting sprained, dodge away." Lan Zhou turned to the right.

"Stubborn donkey." He dragged his voice.

"Wild-dog." He also must take revenge.

"Be careful of your stomach drooping."

"roll."

He jumped down with a swish, the hem of his clothes flung back.

There has been no rain in Sushui in the past few days, and the road is dry sand and gravel, but it is not dirty, and it has the texture of sand and snow when you step on it.The road is narrow and meandering like a rope placed anywhere, zigzagging along it, with high gray walls on both sides, like finding a way through the gaps, and when the moon is not bright enough, it suddenly becomes like a dream.No one ever said that the back building of the staff of the technical school was adjacent to the county madhouse. It wasn't Lan Zhouti, and they didn't know that there was a section of the north-south run-through near the abandoned railway track one mile from Xiachuan of the madhouse.

Liu Yadong had his pocket in his hand and an unlit cigarette in his mouth.He looked up at the seamed sky, and said intentionally, "Hey, maybe, later on, a lunatic will come over from the wall, take a chainsaw, and chop at us."

Lan Zhou didn't answer at all.He stepped on the moonlight and the shadow cast on his toes.

"There used to be a lot of lunatics in our village. I suspect it's because of bad genes. Some don't wear pants, and they run around the world with their guys. Standing at the entrance of the village and rushing past passers-by to salute the army, wearing leggings and old cloth shoes." Liu Yadong fumbled for lighters all over the world, and he didn't bring them. "Sometimes, we can see each other every night for a week. I only see him once a year. Many people say that he died during the Anti-Japanese War, and that he is a ghost, sending off his comrades who passed by.”

"..."

Liu Yadong turned his head: "Madman is also a kind of ghost, right? I think."

Lan Zhou took a deep breath, stepped forward quickly, with a serious expression on his face.

"Hahaha, are you afraid?"

"Are you talking nonsense on purpose?"

"Guess?"

Liu Yadong went to hold his hand, and it took him a while to hold it.His hands were hard but hot, and his fingers intertwined, making a tight fit.

It's not far away, it's coming soon.The railroad tracks are full of rust. It is hard to imagine that there are still a few freight trains going south and north here every now and then.The cinders along the way may have been dropped from the cars, and they were saved day by day to be used as road beds. Isn’t this all over the world?There are shrubs on both sides along the way, which are long-lived and grow fiercely. They are obviously low bushes, but they are dense and cover the forest.The shrubs really don't recognize them, they are either fake forsythia or privet.The track is uneven, and there are puddles between the sleepers, and there is brownish-yellow muddy water. If you look closely, there are dead branches and reptiles inside. If you look closely, there may be a nest of tadpoles.

The beauty of a section of railroad track is not only that it is scattered, but also that people can’t tell which end is the beginning and which end is the end. Looking left, right, or staring at it, it is infinitely extended and slender. final.

The wind is blowing here.Liu Yadong stood on a thin steel rail, and walked forward at an angle.He was facing one place, closed his eyes, and made a gesture of aiming and shooting.

"Chuan'er, is this the north side?"

Lan Zhou stood on the one opposite him, and also moved forward along the side, with his arms flattened for stability, but he fell crookedly after two steps.He looked forward and thought about it: "Is it the south? Isn't that the direction of the south of the county? It turns out that you don't distinguish between north and south."

"I...was negligent." Liu Yadong insisted, and he turned 180 degrees, "Then this end, Beijing, Beijing, Beijing."

"It's across Hebei."

Liu Yadong smiled at him: "Don't care about Hebei. Is there donkey meat on fire in Hebei?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"My grandma used to call people in Hebei old donkeys. They have a bad mouth."

The two of them faced each other, held each other with four hands, leaned their upper body forward to form an A shape, and moved tremblingly horizontally, like a group cooperation game played in elementary school.

"That's Hong Kong?" Liu Yadong raised his chin to the south.

Lan Zhou hit him: "Further away, it's Hunan, and Jiangxi."

"Annoying or not? You cross these two."

"That's Guangdong."

Geography is not bad, you, this is fucking on purpose.Liu Yadong flung his hands forward without warning, and Lanzhou bumped into his chest.

"Don't you want to go to Hong Kong?" He breathed in his ear.

Lan Zhou said in his heart: When I was a child, I also said that I wanted to go to the moon in a spaceship.

"You want to say, if I go south along the railway track, I can go to Hong Kong, and if you go north along the railway track, you can go to Beijing?" Lan Zhou asked.

Liu Yadong looked at him like a fool, and said, "What do I want to say? Shit. That's a lie, and you're still here? You'll die on the road before you leave the province." He laughed to himself, and finished laughing Ask again: "Besides...why do you and I separate?"

Lan Zhou didn't answer.

The wind swam secretly in the bushes.Liu Yadong touched the tip of his nose, breathing together: "Did I say before that I am living for you now? Didn't you remember it?"

Without waiting for a reaction, he let go of him suddenly, wrapped his coat tightly, and lay down on the middle of the railroad tracks by himself.

Lan Zhou kicked him with his toes, knelt down to pat him, and pinched the bridge of his nose tightly, "Why are you crazy? Aren't you cold?"

Liu Yadong looked at the sky: "Crazy, am I? I was wondering if there will be a train coming later."

"You want to commit suicide?"

"Bullshit." Liu Yadong shook his head firmly: "I really don't want to, I just want to feel it. In the past, there were women in my hometown who would seek death, but most of them drank medicine and hanged themselves. I think this is... just cooler." He I don't know what to say.

After being empty for a few seconds, Lan Zhou lay on his back side by side with him, the ground and the sky were as vast.The days are getting longer day by day, and the sky is seldom as dense as severe winter. This month has been so dark and sloppy, like the wind blows, the curtain is lifted, and the sky is bright.At this time, people have more expectations, and it is not like in the cold winter, when they have expectations but are worn out by the long night and cold.

The back is cool and cloudy, the back of the head is stiff, the arms are not arms and legs are not legs, and I can't tell what I am lying here.A descendant of a prodigal son of the Yi people, and a descendant of a bullshit female poet, insisting that the two of them have a little bit of romantic flesh and blood, but this thing is worthless, and it is also a human defect.The hypocritical so-called whistle in the ear also disappeared.

It was so severe that Lan Zhou couldn't stand the headache. He rested his hands on his back, turned sideways, and asked, "Are you nervous just now?"

Liu Yadong didn't understand, "What's the matter?"——Am I nervous?no.

Lan Zhou didn't speak, but raised his arms, making a circle with his left hand, and a stick with his right hand, interspersed with it.Comparing this indecent gesture at home when I was a child, my parents could slap their faces with chopsticks.

Liu Yadong froze, turning his neck to look at him.

"It means that among the three of us, I'm the only one who can't do anything?" Lan Zhou elbowed him and said teasingly, "Hey! You are too dishonest."

"I'm not righteous."

"Did she charge you money?"

"You care."

"Okay, I don't care about you." Lan Zhou's eyelids were raised, and his eye sockets were sunken, as if he was staring at someone, "—then you don't bother me anymore. Ah? You can just find her, and I want to try to find."

"Okay." Liu Yadong stared back, his eyes were sharper because of his appearance, "It turned out to be my fault! I apologize to you. Huh?"

Lan Zhou stared fixedly at him, and smiled bitterly, "Well, there's no need to apologize, anyway, anyway."

"Fuck!!" Liu Yadong kicked his legs, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted to the sky: "Fuck! I, Liu Yadong, am finally not a chicken! Fuck! It's so cool! It's so cool! It's so cool!"

There was a faint echo in the four fields.A mouthful of saliva choked Lan Zhou, unable to swallow, feeling a strong sense of abandonment in his heart.He was tired and cold, his nasal cavity was so sore that even his brain was aching.He didn't say a mocking "crazy" in his mouth, but Liu Yadong rolled over and pressed him down, biting his mouth fiercely.

People are not iron-headed, and instantly feel pain in the mouth, back, buttocks, everywhere.Liu Yadong's tongue was wet, slippery and hot. He drilled bravely, almost to the bottom, and then rolled in the depths, touching the four walls to the rock cracks again and again.When Lan Zhou had a fever when he was young, he always listened to the medical treatment scriptures. When he was very old, he had an interview with a Western doctor, and was pressed against the entrance of his throat with a long and thin tongue depressor.At that time, the five senses were already very sharp, and the pain just stayed there. When I brushed my teeth, if the toothbrush pierced deeply, I would vomit uncontrollably.Liu Yadong made a fuss, violently overturning his previous consciousness.During the sudden rain, Lan Zhou pinched his shoulders with his hard five fingers, his legs bent his upper and lower abdomen, he was on the verge of suffocation, the wind rushed in and out of his nasal cavity.The two people's cheeks were stained with layers of color, and they punched each other with their fists.Lan Zhou grabbed the meat in his mouth and chewed it fiercely to vent his anger.

Liu Yadong pulled his tongue away in a "squeaky" voice, blood flooded his upper gum.

Lan Zhou lost his voice for a moment, breathing heavily.

Liu Yadong leaned down sharply again, Lan Zhou was startled and closed his eyes.As a result, Liu Yadong licked his forehead, eyebrows, eyelids, bridge of nose, chin, and finally his left cheek, mouthful after mouthful aimlessly.The kiss was loud and wet, with the bloody smell of obsession. "No, Chuaner, I didn't..." He chattered while kissing, "I didn't do that with her, Lan Zhou, really not, I'm still the same as you here." He touched Lan Zhou with his hand. Between the boat's legs, pinch gently, "I'm the same as you, I only like you, I like you so much."

Lan Zhou noticed that the moon suddenly swelled into two.He said "um" in a dazed way, which deserved his sincerity and effort.He tied his limbs to the boy who was pressing down on him for kisses, raised his chin, and joined him mouth to mouth.

This time there is more tenderness, touch and fiddle, little touch, the bridge of the nose folds left and right, when the breath is not enough, change the angle, fold right and left.Liu Yadong reached into Lan Zhou's trousers to stroke, and Lan Zhou reached into Liu Yadong's hem to rub.Just on the dark and cold railway tracks, who knows if the train will come or not.

The same night, everything has its pre-arrangement.

Hu Ziqiang washed Jiao Liru's toad trot and got his clothes wet. Jiao Liru looked at him in the vestibule of the mansion, and asked amazed and funny, did you wipe the car with a rag, or did you clean it yourself?Come in, I'll find you some dry clothes.Hu Ziqiang followed.He always thought it was a premeditated.

But Jiao Liru made it clear that he "come to wipe during the day and go back to sleep early", so he lingered until the evening and got dark.Isn't this his own premeditation?As if to wet yourself and put on an innocent look, too.

Just like coming back from the head, he stood at the door and did not enter, hiding the soles of his shoes backwards.Jiao Liru sighed, grabbed his ear and pulled it in: "Come in!"

On the second floor of the western building, a large towel smells like shampoo.Hu Ziqiang took it off, looked around, and found that there were no feminine decorations, and the second floor was cold.

"Wipe first, take off your shoes." Jiao Liru opened a white door, "Take off your socks before coming in."

The house has few traces of use, and everything is brand new as if it had just been unpacked. When you smell it carefully, it seems to still smell of varnish.What specific things?The flat bed is covered with a blue four-piece suit, without any creases.There are paintings on the wall, a black man with a wide nose and thick lips, tall, jersey No. 23, Michael Jordan.Across the street is a desk with a boss chair, a curved neck like a lamp of artwork, a computer with a big ass, and countless new books.Jiao Liru opened the sliding door cabinet by the window and squatted down. There were tidy clothes inside, and there was a storage space under her head, where various sneakers were placed.There is a photo on the corner cabinet. Hu Ziqiang has good eyesight, so he can see it clearly at a glance: a smiling boy, seven or eight years old.It is the room of Sister Liru's son.Why is the new one not true?As if, he never existed.

The pioneering three-white-bar sportswear, a jacket and trousers set, Jiao Liru shook it off and handed it back: "Try this, I bought it a little bigger in Guangzhou."

Hu Ziqiang picked it up and said, "I'll just wear old ones."

"Then my house is really not old." She stood up on her knees, squatting exhausted for a long time, "Master Xiaoweijiao of my family has new clothes and shoes. He has a lot of weird looks, so he doesn't want new ones."

Hu Ziqiang softly followed his instinct: "I'm so happy."

This is his vulgar wish: to have enough food and clothing, and to have both parents.It's a breeze for someone.

Jiao Liru was stunned for half a second, and the gentleness like water spilled out of the end of her eyes: "The babe from a poor family understands people's hearts, you are much more likable than my Xiaowei. 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, who knows Who will be successful in the future? You have come out ahead, just don't forget Sister Liru."

The words are encouraging, but they have the meaning of parting, which makes people's nose sour.Hu Ziqiang hugged his clothes and turned around and ran: "I, I, that, go to the toilet to change, and leave after changing."

"Auntie simmered her hooves in the morning, drink some before you go." Jiao Liru followed her out, smiling, "Hey left! Silly boy, the left is the toilet."

The toilet is also new, with a snow-white toilet and a separate shower.There is a mirror near the door. I don't know whether it is because of the placement or the quality, but Jiao Liru's mirror has a deep sense of penetration.The mirror in the dormitory has a layer of grease that has accumulated over time. On the back is Xiao Xiong, the beauty of popular movies. The mirror is forgiving, and it does not reveal whether your eyelids are a little thicker or your skin is a little bumpy.The vicious side in front of me, "I", is specific but subtle.Hu Ziqiang took off his faded wet clothes, his upper body was exposed, and he stopped there to examine himself.

Not scrawny, and his physique is not bad, after all, he is of this stature.His nipples are deep brown, black hairs protruding from the outer halo, and the pores are bulging, like orange peels slipped by winter frost.The lower abdomen was once about to be divided into pieces, but now it's softened into one piece, but it's still so thin that the ribs are distinct.His face is bad, he knows it himself, his skin is dark, and his cheeks are high, a typical Yi people's weather-beaten appearance, but fortunately the bridge of his nose is straight and straight.In the past, he didn't feel inferior because of his appearance, but at some point, he hated this scribbled face.He straightened the lines around his eyes in front of the mirror, envious of Liu Yadong's thick black and sharp eyebrows.He couldn't win a girl's heart without his hard face.

Then he took off his pants, stripped naked, and looked at his lower body.The hair is so rough and grows to the belly.That thing was just an adventure in the cave, and it was already black and purple?Size...it’s better than Chuan’er and Luo Hai’s. It’s not inferior to Liu Yadong. He is born with a short foreskin and doesn’t need to be cut. He has a slightly curved head when he erects. It is called a weapon in the world, a magic weapon to control people, it is really incomparable.He pinched the mouth, stretched it upright, looked up at the mirror and felt lost.Is this me?Rubbish.

His Yi name is Amu, and he is as ordinary as "Ziqiang", just as he is mediocre and boring, and there is nothing worthy of liking.

Under the mirror is what Jiao Liru used to paint her face. The tall bottle and short jar are shiny.Hu Ziqiang took a flat square, half of which was amber liquid.He instinctively smelled it, the fragrance was rich and gentle, just like Jiao Liru's smell.

Hu Ziqiang's face was hot, and he loosened his lower body and put the bottle back, rubbing the back of his hand.

He went to help, with an embarrassed expression on his face, so panicked that he was about to cry.

Jiao Liru was outside, asking loudly, "What's the matter?" Then she said, "It doesn't matter if you spill it."

"Hey, um, I'm sorry, Miss Liru...I'll wait..."

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Jiao Liru was originally a dancer at the Sushui Cultural Palace. Her father was a lighting fixture in a film studio, and her mother was an artist in a film studio. Both committed suicide in 69.This is an old wound she has never healed.The longing for a well-organized family is beyond the reach of ordinary people, as if it is a luxury in life, so that she took it by force, did wrong things, and paid a heavy price for it.She supported the stove with her hands, stared at the simmering white soup in the pot, smoked in a trance, and traveled to the eight poles.

Hu Ziqiang is 27 years younger than her, and the various acts she does are not self-serving or obscene plots, but once a woman thinks about it for no reason, it basically means that she is committing crimes.She is nearly half a hundred years old, and she doesn't want to emigrate overseas in the future, fearing that she will end up in a deep prison for the rest of her life.She's fine, what about him?There is only one child, the road ahead is long, the light is endless, and the weather is unpredictable. Don't talk to her, it's not worth it and it's too mundane.Having said that, Jiao Liru turned off the fire and took a bowl of soup, but she was slightly regretful and always felt resentful.The moment she was a pure woman, it hurt her nose.

The door lock was ringing, Jiao Liru pinched her cigarette, her hair was tied back and she hurried to open it: "Here we come." Who's there?this night.

Standing by the door was a boy with yellow hair, his face was tired from the journey.Jiao Liru smiled and said, "Xiaowei! Why didn't you tell mom in advance when you came back?"

Chu Xiaowei was born prematurely, less than 35 weeks old, with a huge fontanel, like a tiny monkey.He has no father, and he wears the hat of his mother's slut as the son of the third son, so he doesn't have to worry about money.He has grown up with few words, he is very short, his legs are shorter than his upper body, and his skin is so fair and clear.He has a withdrawn personality, is indifferent, and is not good at empathy.Jiao Liru's love for him has always been invested one-sidedly. He accepts and digests it, but never repays it stingily.Occasionally, he said coldly and contemptuously: "You are so cheap. Leave me alone." Chu Xiaowei glanced at her, went into the house, took off his shoes and put away his bag: "I'll ask you to get some money." He said generously, without hesitation.

Jiao Liru glanced upstairs, followed him in, and asked with a smile, "Just make a phone call, and the counselor gave you leave? I just called you last month, why—"

The corner of Chu Xiaowei's mouth became impatient, and she immediately changed her words: "How much do you want?"

"Five thousand may not be enough."

"I'll give you [-], save some money, okay?"

"Oh. You earn less money from a chicken shop?"

"I'm not--"

"I want to eat."

Jiao Liru's brows stretched, and she said "Oh", and trotted to the kitchen: "Mom made hoof soup."

Coincidentally, I heard the sound, and Hu Ziqiang was so obedient that he didn't go downstairs.The soup is ready-made, the meat is taken out and the skin is thin, poured with soy sauce, vinegar mixed with oil, spicy garlic, and chopped green onion. Jiao Liru also quickly fried a plate of dried beans and parsley, and fried a bowl of Thai basmati rice.Jiao Liru sat next to Chu Xiaowei at a pitch-white foreign-style dining table, staring at him softly, watching him gobble up the bowls and chopsticks, and said, "Eat slowly."

Sure enough, he choked, his face turned red, Jiao Liru patted his back for him, he moved away impatiently, and brushed her arm.

Pausing her hands there feeling resentful, Jiao Liru turned to touch her nose, and asked again: "When are you going back to university?"

"Not sure."

"Why can't you be sure?" I was a little surprised, but still smiled flatteringly, "Don't say that June got a diploma and flew to the United States?"

Chu Xiaowei put down the bowl, breathed heavily, and his shriveled chest bulged forward.

"I have something to say."

"Say it baby."

"Don't talk too much."

"Let's talk first."

"...Your massage girl, where do you go when you get melons?"

Jiao Liru swallowed her saliva, "You...what's wrong with you?"

"Did I say it? Don't talk too much."

"If you don't say it, I won't say it."

"Housekeeper."

"Who?"

"Are you deaf? Dorm supervisor, dorm supervisor, dorm supervisor downstairs in my dormitory!!"

Hu Ziqiang didn't think he was an adulterer, so why didn't he consciously stick to the wall to eavesdrop, and even wanted to jump out of the window?The living room is spacious, the voice echoes, and the words are clearly discernible.He was so annoyed to death, he was committed to Jiao Liru in his heart, and he would not allow her to be humbled to the point of being so petty.He doesn't allow a fart to be used.Rush down to kill?idiot.

Hu Ziqiang opened his mouth and stared.His son made the housekeeper's belly bigger? !What is the age of the hostess?Longhu's aunt is in her forties and fifties, with spots on her face and white hair, how can he... be socially tolerant?If it's not allowed, doesn't he love sister Liru—he, he loves sister Liru? !Hu Ziqiang shyly pressed his heart to prevent it from jumping out of his mouth.

Hu Ziqiang frowned and became angry again.There was a quarrel, and sister Liru was crying.Don't cry, don't cry, I'm sick, I can't hear you cry!

Hu Ziqiang's sullen palms were hot.He scolded her.How dare you scold her!idiot!Scum!asshole!

Hu Ziqiang raised his feet and ran down.He heard the bumping of tables and chairs, and Jiao Liru's muffled groan.

Chu Xiaowei was kicked in the back, and because of his small stature, he flew out of the whole body.Jiao Liru screamed, "Xiaowei!"

Hu Ziqiang's pupils trembled slightly, he went over to straighten him, sat on his pubic bone, and punched him in the face.Chu Xiaowei couldn't take it anymore, he tilted his head and screamed for pain, and shouted loudly, Hu Ziqiang tossed and punched him several times.His cowardice and ignorance have never been so heroic. He just lost his head today, and maybe he will regret it afterwards—or be complacent.She couldn't stop the movement of her hands. Seeing the bleeding line from the corner of Chu Xiaowei's mouth, Jiao Liru couldn't move Hu Ziqiang, so she staggered to pick up the empty bowl from the dining table and slammed it at the back of his neck.The bowl was divided into two parts, and cut him a bloody mouth, not long but deep.Hu Ziqiang rolled aside, covered his neck, and breathed out rapidly.

Chu Xiaowei got away, rubbed his butt against the ground, stared at the person on the ground for a moment, and suddenly became hysterical with his swollen cheeks: "You fucked a boy! I fucked an old woman! Same! Same disgusting pervert!"

Jiao Liru went to press Hu Ziqiang's wound, and shouted in a panic: "Baby, baby!"

"You're cheap!" Chu Xiaowei covered his face and fled upstairs.

"Yiya." Jiao Liru wrapped one arm around Hu Ziqiang's neck, "endure the pain, get up and go to the clinic."

The consultation room in the outskirts of the county was not smooth, and it took a long time to debride and suture the wound. When walking back, the moonlight was cloudy, and the color of a layer of brown rice on the road ahead was stained.

There is no priority, I stopped after walking two steps, and I don’t know which door or house, which street or alley, but in the dark, there is a blood-red light sign that says Xiaofeng Hotel.Jiao Liru buried her face in her hands and wept.Hu Ziqiang's wound was throbbing with pain, he gritted his teeth, and pulled her into his arms to wrap her up.In a hurry to go out, Jiao Liru was wearing a water-red cashmere sweater with a sweetheart collar, her body was shaking slightly, and she didn't know if it was cold.He pretended to be a man's silence, and she didn't say a word, the atmosphere was anxious and relaxed.After this battle, Hu Ziqiang is quite proud of being outstanding.For a man to a woman, he always has to build a close relationship in one maintenance, older than her, not stronger than her.Thoroughly, he was hopelessly thirsty for her with peace of mind.He walked over with his hands, holding her soft and wet cheeks openly, looking for her lips, and kissed her softly.

How does the film time feel?To be honest, it was panic, and physical nausea.As a result, the fragrance enveloped him, and he couldn't hang on. Apart from being addicted, there was only joy left in his heart.

Can you say it was not arranged by God?So I asked for the hourly room at Xiaofeng's house.The little girl at the front desk stared intently at Jiao Liru, and the little girl was slick and crisp, so she hated her as a matter of course: the old woman is still a mess.

When they entered the room, they became entangled together.Jiao Liru kept crying apologetically, shouting oh my god, no, it can't.What does Hu Ziqiang care about her?He, he was bold, bold.He quickly took off Jiao Liru's clothes, bowed his head and kissed her red nipples first.The moment he touched it, Hu Ziqiang also shed tears, and his kiss slid all the way down, leaving a long wet line.The first time he entered, he held her heroically and sat her up. She was thick and soft, like a Bodhisattva in a lotus.He stared at her stupidly, wrapped her slightly curly hair around his fingertips, penetrated and pulled away, making her bounce.He liked and resented her for calling him Yaya, so he took her earlobe in his mouth and bit it.He murmured, "Annegu, Annegu, Annegu... I did it too hard and didn't get a condom. At the moment when I was about to shoot, Hu Ziqiang wanted to pull it out, but she held it back and injected it in a loud voice.Jiao Liru was dripping with sweat, and the steep slopes were astonishingly white.

She pressed her lower abdomen loosely, and reassured her that it was all right. When I gave birth to him, the uterus was broken, so I picked it up too.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, a train passed by on the rails, a giant dragon passed by, its whistle was blaring, and with a gust of wind, the bushes swayed violently.Lan Zhou and Liu Yadong hid aside and hugged each other tightly, as if he was afraid that the other party would be involved and fly all the way to the distance.

Like setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, Liu Yadong was excited for no reason, insisting on talking now, he said in a loud voice, "Do you like me!"

"I don't know!" Lan Zhou thought he was mentally ill, "Don't shout at me!"

"Stubborn donkey!"

Lan Zhou blushed, and murmured in the loud noise, "Annegu."

The tail of the train sinks into the night, and the night returns to silence.

"What did you just say?" Liu Yadong kissed him on the forehead a few times, squatted down, and hugged him up high, "Don't speak Yi."

Lan Zhou stared at him bewilderedly.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Yanhu Lake with them. I don't know how many days." Liu Yadong looked up at him, "I like you, I like you the most."