Olives

Lan Zhou pondered for a long time, and decided to take only one hundred and one out.

I used to wear the stars and wear the moon, and I rarely saw the appearance in the sunlight and dew near the dormitory building, and I missed a lot: next door, there is an old alley-like alley, three steps wide and narrow, with one or two messy stalls, hiding people.People are good-looking, all kinds of people.There is a woman sitting on a rattan chair to breastfeed, with her front half open, her breasts as full as a ripe pomelo, and a small ball at the tip is hidden in the child's mouth; there is an old man playing chess, sitting opposite each other on a chessboard, with his left hand on his knee and his right twisting a piece, which looks awe-inspiring. , It's just for entertainment, it's like Huashan discussing swords; there are also non-human, cats and dogs, with dirty fur and clear eyes, watching all living beings.Lan Zhou scribbled a rough look and ran away.

People often need groups to prove that "I" is "I".Thinking about the essence of life, Lan Zhou will be confused and wonder who he is.

He looked like he was still pestering at the entrance, stretched a circle of swollen flesh, and walked around, as if there was a fibroid outside the body.This feeling is shameful, Lanzhou takes big strides on the street, jumps a little bit, shrinks and slackens there, and repeats it many times.Liu Yadong's provocative sense of touch made his breathing disordered, but he still stubbornly remained there.It cannot be peeled off, shaken off, or rubbed.It seems to have a long-lasting and eternal meaning, and it is okay to remove it, you have to use a knife to cut the flesh.

Today's scene on Yinchating Road: a boy with a small nerve, walking and walking, strange posture, head up, head down, head up, head down, smile on his face, shame on his face, and bitterness on his face.

The supermarket on the first floor of Hongmao Commercial Building is bright and majestic, the floor is covered with white porcelain, the shelves are lined up, and customers come and go.It's not good if it's too big. There are so many things in the cigarette shop, and you have to be familiar with them. Have you eaten?Or Baoruan Zhonghua?just ate.In this way, you know what you want, and you can take credit even if you have no money.Regular supermarkets can’t do it, they have clearly marked prices for you to compare and choose. They are very free, but they lack the tacit understanding of human relationships.Lan Zhou's eyes turned around, paused briefly, and paddled away like water, becoming more and more depressed as he turned.Lan Zhou has dark eyes, with this bit of worry in his eyes, he pointed at the softest part of the human heart, a glance is unforgettable, and he wants to take care of him.

The aunt wearing a red vest printed with "Jinrong Shangchao" warmed up a boxed lunch, approached him and patted him: "What are you looking for?" Generally, she doesn't respond to them, she likes to see them or not, and the salesperson has no time to help.

Lan Zhou turned his head slightly startled, subconsciously made a gesture, "I want to buy a pair of gloves, auntie."

"Leather thread? Do you want the plush one?"

"No, not the kind you wear in winter."

"Working gloves? The kind with rubber surface for moving bricks and iron on the construction site?"

"No, it's... nylon, not too thick."

"egg."

"Hmm." Lan Zhou was not sure.

"You wear it?"

"It's not me, my partner."

His little selfishness, he really wanted to share the fact that Liu Yadong was his partner with others.

Gloves are included in the unsalable daily necessities, and needles, thread, brains, pots and pans are on the shelves.It was placed quite high, so my aunt moved a short ladder and tiptoed to search for it.When he was looking to draw it out, he brought down a bunch of miscellaneous things, crackling, hitting Lan Zhou on the head and face one after another.The aunt didn't apologize, and even laughed. She took off a plastic cover with thousands of creases and said, "Aren't you stupid? Come and see, what you want is this kind? It's a bit dirty, It's new inside." In her palm lay a pair of dark gray gloves, made of wool and chemical fiber blend, thin and not baggy, with a buckle on the wrist, printed with an eagle pattern.

"No?" Seeing him hesitate, Auntie said, "Then—but there won't be any!"

Lan Zhou shook his head, squeezed the little finger of his left hand, and said, "I still want to get a pair of needlework."

Shao Jinquan was kind enough to move out the largest tea room in Jinding for Tu Wen to reprint, get rid of filth, and celebrate achievements.Tu Wen couldn't be overjoyed. After all, he let the bull stool bear a blood debt, after all, he lost a finger of the young man, and finally killed him.It's not that they are soft-hearted, but originally, they don't have to pay these prices.Tu Wenbao believes that there must be a scale for a person to be good or bad, and this time, he shifted his weight an inch to the "bad" side.He hangs in the air, but there is a bit of fate-like slump, guessing that it is nothing more than the past two years, and the days have been barren.He has played oriole draws and divination before, and he believes in Buddhist karma.

At night, Lao Su prepared a good meal, steamed, fried and boiled, Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong and Hunan.Shao Jinquan poured a Qianqian glass of Wuliangye, walked around the table, "You all have fun tonight, it's hard work." He drank it up with his head up, shining the bottom of the cup.

The heroes are Tu Wen and Lao Jia. They stood up as usual, and said as usual: "It should be, it's not hard." They drank up as usual.

There was a layer of clear wine stains on Shao Jinquan's lips, he sipped and asked, "What about him?"

"Toilet." Tu Wen said vaguely as he picked up the chopsticks and put the boiling fish into his mouth.

Shao Jinquan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are both in the toilet?"

Lao Jia laughed and said, "Good brother, the urine bubbles are so swollen that everyone has a good heart."

Tu Wen was lying, Lao Jia was helping, and Liu Yadong was actually smoking and watching the night on the small platform.Lan Zhou leaned against the fence and looked up to the sky, accepting the dripping dark blue from the sky.Do you think that the star can be wrapped in the color and drip like phosphorous powder?

Lan Zhou grabbed Liu Yadong's left hand and carried it in his arms, Liu Yadong raised it to caress his face, "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you something." Lan Zhou took out the gloves from his pocket.

Liu Yadong frowned, feeling disgusted for a moment, and retracted his hands: "I'm deceiving myself—"

"Don't move."

Liu Yadong obediently did not move, but still said: "I can't wear it."

Put it on quickly.The size is appropriate, the four fingers are slightly wrapped tightly, and it does not hinder it when gripped.Liu Yadong stared at the missing part of the little finger, the piece of fabric was neatly cut, and a section of stitching along the side was not neat, but the gap was tightly stitched.

Liu Yadong refused to let himself have this thing of grievance.Because no one will digest it for you, why do you suck yourself wrongly, the more you suck, the more bitter you are.It came out suddenly, uncontrollably, and it was so turbulent that it almost rushed out of his eyeballs. "It's quite suitable..." He turned his palms back and forth, and his voice tightened: "It's good to cover up your ugliness, Chuan'er, I don't even know, you sew—"

"It's not ugly." Lan Zhou sipped and kissed the remaining finger roots through the cloth, and emphasized: "Who says ugly?"

Old Tang opened the door of the tea room, and brought in a huge casserole with a rag, said three times quickly to be careful not to burn it.

Tu Wen stood up and stretched his neck, "What good thing?"

"Buddha jumps over the wall!" Once the lid was lifted, the full belly of abalone ginseng was soaked in the golden soup, steaming hot.Old Tang said triumphantly: "While it's hot, I was good at cooking when I was young, and the emperor used to eat it."

After a while of "fucking", I stretched out my chopsticks to pick up the expensive and large materials.Among the cups, cups and bowls, the cup was full and half empty in a blink of an eye.Holding up his chopsticks, Tu Wen hit the stinky onion rat Ling Zai on the forehead one by one, saying, "Fucking starving ghosts!"Don't you know how to save some for them?At the same time, he took a small bowl and pulled a portion for Liu Yadong Lanzhou.

Old Jia Qu stared at Old Tang, "Qi Feng" said: "The Yuchun Hotel will keep you, a talented person, and now it can open a chain in Ningbo."

"Eat yours." Old Tang sneered, "Who mentioned being brave?"

When Lao Tang was young, he was the chief chef in charge of the white case. He got into a quarrel with others because of his taste, and lost his life and spent eight years in prison.As his wife and children were separated, he was released in panic and helpless, and returned to his hometown in Sushui to take care of his parents. Afterwards, he was unemployed and was recruited by Shao Jinquan.People are capable, but they have burdens after all.

Old Tang circled behind Tu Wen, gave him a thump, leaned closer and said, "Boy, someone was looking for you just now, and I called him up."

"Who?" Tu Wen turned his head, "Is Black and White Impermanence or Hades?"

Old Tang slapped him on the head and said, "Stop that stinky shit. You'll know when I call in!" and walked towards the door.

"Hey who! Just call me in! Men and women, what are you doing?!"

Stinky Onion Zui didn't know why he owed it so much, and murmured, "It's a romantic debt." Tu Wen's slap narrowed his face into the bowl.

The visitor seemed to be waiting outside the door early in the morning. Old Tang went out with his front foot, and she came in with his back foot.

Really, even Tu Wen couldn't recognize her at a glance.There was a brief moment of blankness in his mind, which was quickly filled by miscellaneous thoughts.Xu Qingqing's hair style changed, she cut her hair short to the ears, ironed it into a bulging arc, and dyed it like a chestnut waiting to be peeled.She opened her arms and wore a red sheepskin jacket with a circle of short fleece, which was completely gorgeous.This red is extremely positive, like any other red is just a derivative of its inferiority.Tu Wen was stung, his nose was slightly open, and he was speechless.The blue and white spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.

Tu Wen suddenly recalled a huge brand new marriage bed that he had passed over when he was seven or eight years old.

Tu Wen can't remember whose marriage bed it was, only that it was covered with a glossy silk surface. This dress is both noisy and serious.

They all lowered their heads and shrugged their eyebrows, not daring to say anything, and their chopsticks did not move.

Old Tang couldn't see other people's ink marks, so he dared to stroke the tiger's beard, and he shouted, "Who touched your acupuncture points, Jiu Qiang?"

Tu Wen blinked, and then suddenly looked at her lower abdomen, which was flat.Tuwen counts time, it is impossible to be full term.

Lao Jia got up and kicked Ling Zai lightly: "Move!" Ling Zai moved to the left, leaving a gap beside Tu Wen.Lao Jia waved at her and said with a smile, "Hey, why don't you sit here, I think you're carrying a heavy bag, let's put it down and have a rest."

Old Tang tactfully withdrew and closed the door, "I'm going to add some tableware."

Not salty, not cold, not hot, not awkward, sitting side by side at the table again.Xu Qingqing's breath, pulled away like a rubber band, pulled a light force, and now it bounced back without warning, like a whip, sharply pushing into the top of Tu Wen's skull.

He has a lot of mothers and fathers to fuck, a lot of worries to read, a lot... He wants to confide the lonely thoughts he has accumulated day and night, but he is like a girl, you leave without saying goodbye, I want to lose my temper .I'm just mad at you for blindly missing without saying a word!Don't you know what the hell I'm doing?How many fucking enemies are watching!Fell into my bed and evaporated out of thin air, I must not be scared to death? !Pure annoyance forced Tu Wen to calm down rarely.He pursed his lips into a short horizontal line, and reached out to Lao Jia for a cigarette.

Old Jia ignored him.He rubbed his hands and smiled and asked, "When did you come back?"

The tone is sophisticated, he speaks like a regular visitor to the Wild Pao Village, and he is more familiar with Xu Qingqing than Tu Wen.

Xu Qingqing didn't answer for now, looked at the empty glass in front of her, and leaned her shoulders towards Tu Wen, "...Is there no water?" His voice was exhausted from the exhaustion of the boat.

Tu Wen refers to the pot.

"I'm not a gentleman." Old Jia had a clear eye, took the pot and took the cup, "Here, I'll pour it for you, Mo Liqing, it's hot, be careful."

After filling a glass and taking a sip, Xu Qingqing replied, "I got off the train last night."

"Then why don't you take a break?"

"I can't stop, I've been working hard, and I've got to tidy up the house first."

"Hey, are you still living alone this time? For a long time?"

"Well, I'm used to living alone before. I don't know how long it will take, so I'll live with three deposits and one payment."

Old Jia stretched out his head, "What are you carrying, big bags and small bags?"

Tu Wen glared at him: How the hell are you so good at chatting?

"Oh." Xu Qingqing put the bag on her knees, and took out things, "Some special products from Fuyang, black oil toon grown in my family, some new rice and platycodon grandiflorum, a few celestial chickens, and a few bottles of black snake wine. It’s not worth much, I want to say bring him some, and let him share with you a taste of saltiness.”

"He" sat there without speaking.

The seven orifices of the mouse were opened a few times, and he smelled something wrong, love and hate Malatang, all four flavors, irritating the nose.He winked at Lao Jia, and said with his mouth, "Let's go out?"Don't get hurt.

Old Jia was OK, and everyone lifted their buttocks with their bowls and chopsticks and got up.Tu Wen said: "Where are you running? Sit down!"

He smacked his lips, unwilling to fall back on his buttocks.The mouse cursed shamelessly: I didn't love Qiong Yao when I was a fucking child!If you press your head and force it to see this.

Tu Wen spit out in one breath, and the head curtains of the stinky onions on the other side flew upwards.He said with a strange tone: "I will, I will never see you again."

Xu Qingqing held the rim of the cup in her mouth, half of her lips were soaked in the jasmine, "I thought so too at first."

These words didn't go smoothly, and Tu Wen went to death with anger.He sneered: "What happened later? Did you figure it out? Or did you miss my kung fu?"

A few inches of broth spewed out from Ling Zi's mouth, and Lao Jia rolled his eyes to the sky.

Xu Qingqing's expression was tolerant and cowardly, giving Tu Wen the room to advance aggressively, she smiled wryly and said, "Why are you fucking talking so badly?"

"You don't do things beautifully." Tu Wen raised his eyebrows, raised his legs, and looked like he was dead.

"Ah."

"To be honest, I've been looking for you for a long time."

"How long?" Xu Qingqing looked at him and asked.

"What a fucking week!"

Xu Qingqing rolled her eyes downwards, and said, "Tch, I thought it could last longer."

"I'm sick? I don't know anyone in fucking Anhui, where can I find them?"

This is an excuse, Tu Wen actually feels guilty.a week?Losing a real estate certificate still has to be published in the newspaper for two months.

Lao Jia is now the priest of the church, the arhat of the temple, and the beauty in the painting, and he is like a breath of support.But things in the world are complicated and treacherous, especially love, which is useless.He took out the bag Yuxi and opened it, and divided them one by one, and Xu Qingqing also gave one. "Come on, smoke a cigarette, open your mouth and say how much you've bothered me." Both of them ignored him.He resentfully put the cigarette behind his ear again.

Xu Qingqing bent down to look through the bag again, a section of skin on the back protruded from the waistband of her trousers, and her knuckles protruded like beads. She obviously lost a lot of weight, and she lacked the sensuality that she had when she was in bed with Tu Wen.She took out a crumpled envelope and stuffed it in Tuwen's arms, "Today, the Lord is here to pay you back."

The subtext is like: pay back the debts, part ways.

This fucking is thrown from the Dao Chuhe Han world, fuck!

Tu Wen felt stuck again, glanced at Bohou, and took out half a stack and threw it on the table, but his mind said: "Then let's figure it out after we have done it a few times. Don't you count it? Forget it !"

Ling Zai took a sip of the broth and spat out a lot.

Lao Jia waved his elbows and pounded the ribs with painted ribs one after another, smacking and saying: "Hey! It's over..." You deserve to be a bachelor.

But why do I say it!Tu Wen hardened his heart and spleen, desperately holding that calm smile.

Xu Qingqing was dazed, her gaze stagnated, and her tears welled up predictably, dripping down the nasolabial folds.She put on powder, and the teardrops slid to the tip of her chin, rolling into beige.

"Day." The stinky onion couldn't take it anymore, stood up abruptly, and shouted, "I'll go get some napkins!"

"I am coming too!"

"I'll get it too!"

"Hey, give me back, and me!"

Ding bang May Fourth, birds and beasts scatter.Lao Jia sighed and said, I'll go too, got up and slipped away.The arhats escaped from the temple, so damn jumping over the wall.

The long silence was enough to make Tu Wen calm.

He put down his legs, put out the cigarette, moved close to wipe her cheek with his fingertips, and whispered: "Okay, I'm a bitch, I'll beat you up, you beat hard."

This tear is even more like opening the gate to release the water.Xu Qingqing sobbed and slapped him to vent her anger. Tu Wen felt comfortable even in pain, and twisted her neck to touch the other side: "Come here too! I want to hit you symmetrically!" Xu Qingqing hugged her forward in a muffled voice, tightly hug him.

Have they made love?No, just sleep and sleep and do things, and there are also dirty.However, the theory of the world has always taught people to be devoted and loyal, but it has never said that lack of affection is also part of the bad nature of people.Tu Wen admitted that he couldn't forget Cao Lu, and when asked who he loves in his life, he still said: Cao Lu, stinky bitch.But this love is not a great thing. Complacent, wielding knives and guns, a one-man show of idiots complaining about women, the other end is broken, and it does not constitute a relationship.Because Tu Wen occasionally realizes that he can't remember the most accurate appearance of Cao Lu, and "love" has sloughed off like a cicada.

Besides, with her, no matter how innocent, there is also a tacit understanding of mutual sympathy.Cao Lu loves money, so it is right to ask him for money to spend; it is really unresolved to ask him for a definite tomorrow.But she won't, she is just an endless ray, and she has never had the confidence to see the days far away.Going to bed together requires those skin-to-skin temperatures for a quarter of an hour.Don't you wish that the sun would be bright, there would be eaves in the rain, and there would be a fire in the night, so she would be content?Don't covet, break when you stop, she suddenly disappeared, he wants to learn from her, not to question.

Tu Wen stroked her back, fingering her gently, and said with gnash teeth: "You're so skinny, I'll make you sick if I mess with you again."

Xu Qingqing blew her nose, grabbed his palm to cover her left breast, and said, "Pinch it, I still have some left!"

Tu Wen said: "Don't flirt, those gangs will-fuck! Hey me/fuck."

Xu Qingqing's hands were already in his crotch, her eyelashes were upturned, and she still had some tears.

Lan Zhou held Liu Yadong's left hand, and the five fingers of the two of them could no longer fit closely, which was the only regret.

"My grandfather's surname is not actually Lan, so my name was chosen blindly." Lan Zhou said.

The thing that Lan Zhou suddenly mentioned caught Liu Yadong tightly for a moment, holding him, preventing his thoughts from going up the edge of the platform, flying and drifting outside the fence, and he would jump off if he was not careful.

Liu Yadong asked, "Why is your surname this?"

Lan Zhou said: "This sounds nice. I flipped through hundreds of surnames and dictionaries. I also picked Hu Ziqiang."

"Okay." Liu Yadong smiled: "I don't care if I take someone else's. I call myself an elegant one, and make him a fool."

Lan Zhou quibbled: "He himself said that's pretty good."

"Nonsense, how many Chinese characters did he know at that time? Can he tell the good from the bad?"

"We went to school at the age of seven, and the teacher started teaching."

"As a result, I found that what the teacher said was not as smooth as you."

"I'll be early, Grandpa keeps saying."

"Grandpa...not what you call it there."

"He said his ancestral home was in Chaoshan."

In Liu Yadong's mind, there is a rooster's territory. Chaoshan belongs to Guangdong, and it is connected to the southwest, almost diagonally. "How did it get there? It's so far away."

"I don't know." Lan Zhou shrugged, "He said that in that era, people moved around, and there was no way to know where they went. It was like throwing a handful of beads. There are thousands of rivers and mountains, and it doesn't matter where they roll."

"Chaoshan is much richer than your hometown now." Liu Yadong said the truth.

"Ghost knows." Lan Zhou smiled: "He is at a loss."

Liu Yadong asked a stupid question: "Does he love you?"

Lan Zhou shook his head, and Liu Yadong stopped asking why.

"You said before that there is no way for you to come to fight with Hu Sun'er."

"I said?"

Liu Yadong pushed his forehead, Lan Zhou leaned back.

"My dad took the medicine and emptied the house. If he doesn't go, he won't have food." Lan Zhou didn't wait for him to ask: "AIDS."

"then?"

"There is nothing left for me, just an acoustic guitar, and I don't know how to play it."

"What do you want to say?" Lan Zhou's confided content exceeded everything he had revealed by Didi before.

"I don't have anything left." Before Liu Yadong kissed him, he finally said: "I want to say, I can't live without you."

Because of the foreshadowing of this sentence, this kiss lacked the aggressiveness and disorderlyness before. The two were cautious, and no longer competed as if filling in for each other. They were very humble, waiting for the other party to take the lead in probing.Lan Zhou waited anxiously, breathed out, slid his hand on the back of Liu Yadong's neck and pressed forward, the kiss deepened and the tip of his tongue curled around.If it was said to be a burst of hustle and bustle before, this is a slow turn at a low level.Liu Yadong has always been closed - he can't connect kissing and making love with the emotion of liking, the two are broken.

Miraculously, Lan Zhou glued the two together with his own strength.He can say, I love you, so I want to kiss you and want to fuck/you.

"Xiao Liuer, Xiao Lan!" Lao Jia knocked on the iron lintel of the small platform.

The two hurriedly separated, the silver thread sticking to a long line in their mouths, they both blushed with embarrassment.

Lao Jia didn't see it.His face was exactly that of a chicken thief's obscene smile.He beckoned: "Come, come, there is no such store in this village! Come and listen to your old strong brother's good show!"

As soon as Tu Wen entered with the pestle, Xu Qingqing cried out for pain, hugged her for a while, and then opened and closed.Her chestnut-shaped short hair opened and closed with the movement, as if she was riding a horse and flying.Tu Wen only unbuttoned his trousers and opened his arms, only showing his shoulders, neck, chest and abdomen. The scars were so dense that she couldn't count them clearly.She rubbed them piece by piece with her fingertips, urging him with a loud voice, "Put on harder."

"Damn it, I still think I'm not fierce!" Tu Wen poked from bottom to top, the frequency was faster, he gritted his teeth and smiled: "Are you happy?! Think about it? Huh? Little slut." His heart was itching Unable to scratch, he raised his head and kissed her hard twice.

Xu Qingqing's nostrils flared, and she cried out for spring, but couldn't make a sentence.

"Why hide? I can't find it! Huh?"

"Are you worried about me? You, you love me?!" She asked anxiously.

Changing Tu Wen's voice was muffled, and he stepped up to whip her.

"I want to break up with Mr. He. He hates me, so he asked someone to go to my hometown and shovel my dad's land, and tell him what I was doing outside." Xu Qingqing leaned over and kissed his forehead Qingzhu, "My dad had a heart attack. It didn't take long before he was buried. I'm not sad, and he doesn't love me either. I have done enough, and I am filial."

Tu Wen bit her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, "Fuck, you—"

"Are you worried about me? Do you love me?" Xu Qingqing's abdominal cavity was sore, and there was a convulsion there, holding his face and humming softly.

"If you are short of money, I can lend you any amount." Tu Wen sighed.

Xu Qingqing shrank resentfully.

Tu Wen unarmed, hugged her and leaned back, hearing her cry again.

Really, the white light in front of Tu Wen's eyes is so bright that he can also see clouds.Cao Lu's face was all over the clouds, and he hadn't recalled her face so clearly for a long time.The shrewd almond eyes, the flat nose, and a delicious mole on the side of the mouth, when he smiles, his white teeth slide out.It's just that the clouds have been deformed several times, and they are broken into pieces, each of which has no basis and floats far away.Tu Wen was a little sad, but not very sad.He surrendered and said: "Damn, I am worried about you! I love you! I miss you."

Xu Qingqing grabbed a piece of meat from his left shoulder, "Stop talking..."

He gently rubbed circles on her lower abdomen, "Qingqing, just bite hard."

Within a few days, the situation took another turn for the worse, and Tu Wenzhao announced: I want to get a certificate!They were all in an uproar, holding their chins together.

Lao Jia ridiculed, but he didn't object too much, he just asked Xu Qingqing if his head had been flooded, right?Sincerely wanting to be a decent widow of the Tu family, Tu Wen gave him an elbow in his head and said he was talking shit.

Hou Aisen was more considerate, asked him are you crazy?Tu Wen laughed and scolded, "Fuck your mother's big ass/eyes, how can I be crazy if I marry a daughter-in-law?"Hou Aisen stared at him silently.Tu Wen touched his eyebrows, touched his face and touched his chin, acting in a twists and turns, as if he had thought about it before.He sighed, old-fashioned, and there seemed to be his ten-year frivolity in it: "Can't I just want to have a home?" ——Thousands of ladles of cold water, Hou Aisen couldn't pour a single ladle.His worries melted away, leaving only one advice: don't have children.Tu Wen laughed when he heard this, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I know, I'm not so shameless!"

Telling the matter to Shao Jinquan is equivalent to reporting it to the superior.It's rare for Tu Wen to see him smile so defenselessly, his pupils are as bright as brocade springs, warm and compassionate, full of unfailing true feelings.He nodded in agreement, keeping a low profile.The next day, I gave another red envelope, which contained two keys, which I said were bosses.Tu Wen didn't want it in a daze, Shao Jinquan threw it directly into his arms, frowned and said: "If you don't have a family fortune, I am ashamed to let the girl follow you, relying on your motorcycles? You must live steadily." A key is Lishui Jiayuan Xiaoping Layer, one is Passat B5.

Because of that unspeakable nonsense, Xi has to be careful.After much deliberation, he couldn't think of a good place, so Old Tang gave him an idea: no, give Wu Yuanchao some money, let's rent his dance hall for one night, and our house is lively anyway, it's useless if it's too big.

That's it, superficial, simple.Xu Qingqing didn't even want to.

On a happy day, it is sunny and the south wind is blowing warmly.Liu Yadong and Hu Ziqiang's buttocks were kicked by Tu Wen early in the morning, shouting: "Get up! Go and help me!" He stared around: the word "Happy" was posted all over the room, and the red silk was hung up.

Sushui's marriage is strictly in accordance with the customs of the flowing water, and the flowing water banquet is a big deal, and it should be eaten for three days in a row.Tu Wen didn't want Xu Qingqing to condescend too much, and then cut down the complexity and kept it simple. He wanted to welcome relatives and wine.

The three rooms in the technical school dormitory were used as Xu Qingqing's mother's house, and the dressing table that Wu Qimeng used before was also moved to the bride's grooming.Jiao Liru brought a group of girls from Chunshuitang, chatting and laughing, as if they were planning their own wedding.First comb the bride's hair, put it in a bun, and put plastic roses on the hairpin; then paint her eyebrows and lips, making her cheeks extremely red;Speaking of pride, it belongs to Jiao Liru.She brought a red dress from Qiushui Yiren for Xu Qingqing's wedding dress, and gave her a brocade box, saying that she would call me sister forcibly, and I would treat him as my younger brother, and you will be my little brother and sister from now on.This is my wish, the two of you will live together for a long time, a hundred years together.The brocade box was opened, and there was a jade bracelet that looked as green as dew.

The girl sitting on the stage yelled, either blaming her for favoring the end of the golden tripod, and the bowl of water was not leveled; or touching the crepe of the red dress, na na said the color is real and beautiful, and I think I can be like this anytime It's okay to get married, even if it's not beautiful.

Only Zou Jingjing, outside the crowd, stared at the bright happy letter on the mottled white wall.He takes it seriously, firmly, and tightly, so that he has a hallucination, and Mengya's horse face floats on "Xi".

Mengya slipped her tongue and told her quietly that her real name was Ma Yueqi.She laughed out loud at that moment and said, why do you really have a fucking surname Ma? !You live up to your name.

"I'm getting married."

Zou Jingjing slapped herself hard on the base of the ear, cutting off the lingering, noisy murmur.

Jiao Liru turned her head and saw that she was groping around in a panic, with a blank face, as if she was looking for a lighter.

"Quiet." Jiao Liru called her.

"Hey." Zou Jingjing turned her face away, and Xuan Er grinned anxiously: "...Sister."

"Go to the boy next door to borrow a lighter, they have it."

"Hey."

Zou Jingjing bumped into Liu Yadong, who was holding a box full of wedding candies.Looking intently at the person across from him, Liu Yadong twitched, his face turned into a brick.He faces left, she faces left; he faces right, she faces right.Zou Jingjing smiled, was she annoyed or not, the cloud of smoke that was clogged in her heart was evacuated a little.She raised her brows cunningly, bent her knees and squatted down, reached out her hand and quickly twisted Liu Yadong's incense burner.My heart said, good guy, I would sleep heavily and relish the flesh, and the nutrition of the boy now is really good.

"Fuck!" Liu Yadong barely jumped downstairs.He was glaring, his mouth was tongue-tied, his hands were shaking like a sieve, as if he had been greatly humiliated, "Fuck you—fuck me."

"Can't you put it another way?" Zou Jingjing wrinkled and said v, "I'll make you a little brat, and you'll embarrass my old lady."

Liu Yadong turned his head to leave.

Zou Jingjing yelled away: "Hey, wait, lend me a fire!"

Liu Yadong frowned, clicked his lips, and anxiously freed his hand to touch his trousers pocket.Zou Jingjing stepped forward, rubbing her palms, and said, "Come on, I'll dig it out myself."

Liu Yadong took three steps back.

Zou Jingjing smiled with crow's feet, "I was wrong, I won't tease you." Putting his hands together, he bowed forward.

When picking up the lighter, Zou Jingjing saw that his left hand was empty, froze, grabbed it and moved forward.Liu Yadong: "What are you doing?"

"How did you do this?"

Liu Yadong made a slight move and shrank back, "It was cut by a knife."

"Who cut it?"

"forget."

She touched the gap with her warm fingertips, but he stopped moving.She didn't really pity, and he didn't tolerate it.Homogeneous and isomorphic wanderers care for each other instantaneously, regardless of any kind of emotion.

Sihua's Xiao Wu still talked about it after many years, saying, I have never seen that shit wedding!I'm a bride, so I don't want to marry, so you're teasing a monkey!

The door of the dance hall was closed, and a sign was posted on the door: closed.The tables are improvised, some are round, some are square, the plastic chairs are placed in a circle, and the plastic table skin is enough.The dining table is also simple, full of cold meats, fried peanuts with salt and edamame in salt water to make up an even number of dishes, and enough tobacco and alcohol.The stinky onions puffed up their cheeks and blew up colorful balloons all afternoon. They were strung together with red silk and hung high at the four corners.Tu Wen is not particular about his writing, he still wears the suit he wore on the day he bought the gun, with a pepper-red rose on his front, which was drawn down by a mouse and forced to draw on his eyebrows.His two words are not weak at all, once he exaggerates, he becomes powerful, and he looks like Liangshan Li Kui.He kicked his legs, laughed and scolded you motherfuckers!Everyone wants to rebel!Ling Zaigou daringly covered his mouth.It's like rape. Lao Jia had a cigarette in his mouth, rolled up his sleeves with a powder puff, pressed his cheeks, and said with a grinning smile: "Groom, your cheeks are rosy, your complexion is good, your kidneys are good, and you will have more children and more blessings in the coming year!"——Tu Wen became a monkey butt Li Kui.

Before being shoved into the crowd, Tu Wen stretched the hem of his clothes and raised his face. The audience roared with laughter, the audience applauded and whistled repeatedly.Someone shouted: "Sister Hua! Sister Hua!" They said that this imitated the cry of a monkey.

"You're all laughing! I screwed your head!" Tu Wen bared his teeth, making it even more comical.

Xu Qingqing held tacky plastic flowers and walked over from the DJ booth leading the red skirt. She backed away and looked back several times.They all fell silent.Tu Wen was almost suffocating when he saw her, and at that moment he had an absurd impulse: he wanted to raise his hand and shout to stop.He found that he might not have fallen into the trap of personal life.

Xu Qingqing took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, staring at Tu Wen, her eyes were full of words, embarrassment and love, very beautiful.

Tu Wen was relieved again, his heart was as light as a feather, and floated with the universe ball light.

Congratulations are given according to the process, warm up and have a banquet.Lao Jia frequently drank with wine, and drank frequently at the table, and chewed so hard that his bones remained. Among the three of them, only Liu Yadong was left with a clear mind.Lao Jia wanted to continue to punch him, but the groom's son smeared his neck, cut him, and threw him to the next table to brag.

Tu Wengang made a toast one by one, and what he drank was a high degree of burnt white, which made him dizzy and stupefied.His cheeks flushed to neutralize the brutality, and the joy between his brows matched the rose on his front.He said, Xiaoliu shhh—you listen to me.Liu Yadong held his breath, straightened his upper body and leaned towards his ears.He flicked and pulled his fingers, his dantian exerted force to hold back a violent hiccup, Liu Yadong barely had ringing in his ears.Tu Wen laughed, "Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He hooked his hand again to let him come.

Liu Yadong leaned over again.

"In October, I'm going to pick up a batch of customs clearance goods, and I'll take you with me. Do you like Shenzhen?"

Liu Yadong shook his head slowly, and nodded again.

"Your money, I put it in your booklet, check it out when you have time. It's enough for a while, but Shenzhen costs a lot."

"Shenzhen?"

"Special Economic Zone!"

"You mean..."

"Don't worry about the specifics." Tu Wen stared, his eyebrows about to fly, "Wandering people don't grow old. Walking on the road, dreams pass by him..."

Liu Yadong looked at him with a half-smile.Tu Wen's hypocritical words are like a sow climbing a tree.

"Poetry! Old, strong! Is it old or not?" Tu Wenchao frowned, leaned on the table, stood up and patrolled, stared at Xiao Wu who was clinking glasses of wine with Old Tang, and shouted: "Wu Yuanchao! Go turn on the stereo! Dance."

The Lan Zhou sank into the lowlands and got out of the water in twists and turns. After opening his eyes, he was dizzy and sighed from exhaustion.Liu Yadong Zhiyi was looking at him deeply.

"...Am I drunk again?"

"Forget it, it's nothing. Still dizzy?"

"Dizzy. How long have I been on the ground?"

"Half an hour."

"Everyone left?"

Liu Yadong pouted his chin forward.

Lan Zhou turned his head and looked at the dance floor.Jiao Liru taught Hu Ziqiang, Stinky Onion pinched Ling Zai, and Lao Jia hugged Lao Tang.Shaking around, laughing and joking, dancing lyrically slowly.

"Do you want to dance?" Liu Yadong asked him in a low voice.

Lan Zhou closed his eyes, "No, I'm so dizzy."

"Then you can do it."

Lan Zhou turned his face away again, "I'm even more dizzy, and they're all spinning in circles."

"Then look at me."

"Then don't shake."

"Who shook it."

The ballroom is not very bright, and this table is in the shade.Liu Yadong lowered his head, and put a kiss on Lan Zhou's lips.Lan Zhou suddenly hugged him forward, Liu Yadong rolled under the table with him in his arms, the kiss became hotter and deeper.The skin of the table is thin and unbreakable, and there is a shimmer of light like a curtain.

In the middle of the night, Tu Wen was half-slumped on Xu Qingqing's body loosely, circling around her in his arms, an unseemly face-to-face dance.Xu Qingqing hummed a gentle and tortuous tune, and walked to the corner with him, the hem of her red skirt dangling. "You are so beautiful, daughter-in-law..." Tu Wen rubbed her spine and whispered.He counted her beaded joints, as if touching the lintel of happiness.