Olives

Standing in the memorial hall was Wu Qimeng, who looked particularly outstanding, but it was not because he was beautiful, he was not beautiful.

The three portraits were divided into iron guns and pushed into the trenches. They always saw pots and pans. At this moment, the things in this situation are so unfamiliar that they seem rough.In the dark crowd of condolences, Hu Ziqiang pointed at him quietly, and he asked Lan Zhou in a low voice: "Hey...do you think he is a man?" Lan Zhou tapped off his fingers and frowned. Hush.Liu Yadong moved his tongue, and laughed with a narrow voice: "You are the best at pretending to be serious, just like a village director." Lan Zhou bared his teeth at him: "Don't cry when you are beaten."

Sad and happy, the three of them kept their mouths shut.There are murmurs and the sound of labored breathing all around.

Wu Qimeng did it somewhat deliberately.It's still thirty-nine, the thick padded jacket is no longer worn, and a black woolen jacket is changed to a fashionable style, with a small arch in the front of the chest, and the draft makes people tremble slightly.A shiny black ponytail, tied neither high nor low at the back of the head, pulled to the front, the length was at the same level as the collarbone.His mouth was painted red, and his eyelids were covered with sparkling shadow powder, which was flickering with the heavy curling eyelashes.He put on a pair of half-high-heeled women's leather shoes, which bound his big feet, but made his legs three inches longer.His fingernails are sapphire blue.He shouted all over him: I am a woman!Instead, tell people—he is male.This kind of clothing is often associated with nouns such as two chairs, glass goods, and rabbits.But just looking at the clothes is not enough to distinguish, and the disgust in the context of the words is not powerful enough. To change the description: just a pervert.Short and dapper.

The process of the memorial meeting is clear and simple. The closer the times take off, the faster everything will be done!quick!quick!There are very few relatives who died, and the time for wailing and consolation can be avoided.A female voice hummed in the hall, and Shao Jinquan walked in front, helping Li Zhiqiang to circle the ice coffin.After all, an old soldier is an old soldier, and the regretful part of his intestines must not be exposed.Li Zhiqiang staggered with his back bent, his Adam's apple rolled around his neck, he pursed his lips hard, his muscles twitched, and his eyes were fixed on Li Simin's pale and calm face.Shao Jinquan stretched out his arms halfway, step by step to protect his back.Hou Aisen's eyes were scarlet and scarlet. Turning his head to look, Wu Qimeng followed with his head bowed, like sleepwalking, not looking at the body at all.He sighed, took Tu Wen's arm, and said, "Adi's soul is gone."

Tu Wen is a righteous person, but even when it comes to heart-wrenching matters, he will only cry once miserly.The black jacket he borrowed from Shao Jinquan was too long, and it looked like a rice cover.He had scorched yellow hair, shrugged his shoulders, and grinned at the ice coffin, as if Li Simin would wake up soon.He said: "Normal. I broke up with Cao Lu at that time, and I was so fucking cowardly. Of course..." He swallowed hard, obviously choked, and continued: "That person is with The good man is gone, but this one is dead, it's different."

Hou Aisen picked the corners of his eyes and bit his cheek: "Your smile is uglier than his mother's crying, don't be brave if you can't let it go."

"Hey bah!" Tu Wen grabbed a few yellow chrysanthemum petals, sandwiched them among the crowd, and said, "I can't let go of her tender flesh, it's cheap for that scum, but please don't infect her with bayberry sores."

"What are you dissatisfied with?" Hou Aisen touched the lid of the ice coffin, wondering if the beauty of the body was too confusing, why did he have a bright man's face, like Wu Qimeng, and even smeared red lips, "Everyone with a brain is like that Self-employed, being a small proprietress doesn’t worry about money. Do you want to eat blood with a local ruffian? A dirty account, turning around in the middle of the night and becoming a widow, or staying until you are half-crippled, and your dick is inlaid with gold and she won’t leave.”

Speaking of "there is gold inlaid there", Tu Wen chuckled and said, "Yeah, it's not me." He pouted his chin towards the ice coffin: "Here! That fierce one, nailed back and forth, made the young lady howl, sitting next door I feel like the ground is shaking.”

Hou Aisen was amused, and laughed with tears in his eyes: "Shut up, I'll make you sit up later."

"Sit! Sit down and I'll keep my eyes open. Don't kowtow to cover the lid." Tu Wen put his hands in his pockets, stared at Li Simin fiercely, and said, "Stupid/pussy, isn't it, if you really want to live Enough......"

The mourners shook hands with the family members one by one to express their condolences.Unable to tell the timing, Li Zhiqiang aimed at Wu Qimeng with both hands like dead branches.The hands wrapped around his sallow neck, and suddenly turned into iron clamps, tightening inward.There was no time to react, Wu Qimeng was thrown out of the crowd in a daze, thumped, his back fell into the ice coffin and turned.Everyone seemed to want to make a fuss, and Li Simin, who was quiet and seldom angry, was awakened, and he sat up and shouted: What's the noise?Li Zhiqiang's strength was so great that his tiger's mouth turned white. Wu Qimeng's knees gave way, and he struggled and fell to his knees, wrinkling his facial features and howling.

The three of Liu Yadong surrounded the crowd when they saw the mourners clamoring, exclaiming, pulling, surrounding, and raising their eyebrows to watch the show.In the center of the crowd, Li Zhiqiang's gums were purple and his yellow teeth were scorched like a row of grains.Tears flowed down the folds of his face, and he gasped for breath, unable to keep up with each sentence: "You give me back my son! You're cut to pieces! You're neither male nor female! It's all you! It's all you!" You! It's all you!"

The master of ceremonies backed away, and swiped his palm as if he had experienced a lot of battles. He didn't know whether to say "retreat" or to call someone.Wu Qimeng had no room to justify, he felt as if he had fallen into the water while hanging upside down, and his lungs were swollen and numb.Shao Jinquan took the lead to block it.He put Li Zhiqiang's wrist on his wrist, his flesh tensed, and realized that he was merciless at all, as if he was determined not to strangle him to death.In secret, Shao Jinquan has a hundred methods to eliminate disputes; in the open, he is more informed and reasonable than anyone else, and he has to get used to resolving problems with his mouth.

"Let go first! If you have anything to say, let's calm down and talk about it! The dead don't make trouble here." Shao Jinquan whispered.Tu Wen and Hou Aisen shook one hand, and everyone interrupted to persuade them.

Emotions have a peak, and after crossing it, they will inevitably fall back.After a short moment of stalemate, Li Zhiqiang let go and sat down, Wu Qimeng fell limply on the ground and breathed.Still in the gentle posture of a woman.The crowd dispersed consciously, watched but said nothing, and whispered in twos and twos, changing from big circles to small circles.The memorial hall became solemn and sorrowful again, and Li Simin was still lying quietly, unable to get up again.

Infected by the atmosphere for no reason, like a pickle stone pressing on the pericardium.Liu Yadong breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at Lanzhou.He also had the same bewildered expression, his chest swelled and then slowly shrunk.

Backing to the corner to see people coming in and out, Lan Zhou got a slap on his shoulder, "Hey!"

The three turned their heads together.Brown hair, broad chin, a blue pan dragon around his neck, and a black jacket that looks like a rice cover.Tu Wen dragged Wu Qimeng, who was looking miserable, to the three of them, and asked in a neutral tone, "New here?"

Liu Yadong replied: "Yes."

"Okay." Tu Wen raised his head towards the outside of the hall, "Come with me, and take you to where you live."

The air is damp and cold, with the old smell of the county seat.It's just that in the south of Sushui County, it feels strange.The sky is bright, and the morning light usually passes through the clouds, and when it hits the snow-covered ground, there is almost no warmth left.Some hardcover pavements, brightly painted residential buildings, neat street trees, and ant-like people who are an inch above the ground floor gradually appear in the field of vision.Those who ride bicycles, those who buy newspapers, those who eat swallow skin wontons, those who lead dogs and spit.Lan Zhou sat in the middle, looking out of the car, and followed the retreating figure to the right.Liu Yadong was blown by his breath and didn't look at him.Tu Wen got out of the car and brought back a bag of bean curd fritters, drove a black mulberry, and drove into a residential alley.

To be precise, this was originally the staff dormitory building of the Laosu Water Chemical Technical School. The school vacated in 2000 and was transferred to the jurisdiction of the Provincial Labor Department.After getting out of the car to get the luggage, Tu Wenguan opened the trunk and didn't care to carry it.Hu Ziqiang took the big bag and slammed the back cover tightly. Tu Wen grabbed Wu Qimeng and frowned, and said, "It's a bit heavy with hands and feet, okay? This fucking isn't my car." Hu Ziqiang hurriedly apologized.

With three turns and two turns, he entered the doorway at the top and went up to the second floor.It is also dark here during the day, the small lock of the newspaper box is red with rust, the gray walls are covered with large chapters to unblock the sewer, and the aisle of briquettes, newspapers and beer cans is piled up dangerously, like a breeding ground for three generations of rats.There is a voice-activated light on the top, a little mentally retarded, and it will ignore you unless you cough a few times.Tu Wen was so violent that he let out a roar that lit up three floors.The rooms are divided into numbers, Wu Qimeng lives alone in 208, Tu Wenhou Aisen lives in one room in turn, and Liu Yadong three people in turn.

Pushing the door open and looking around for a week, I feel relieved: it is stronger than Dragon and Tiger.Changhong small TV, Royalstar air conditioner, stand-alone bathroom the size of a cone, and a greasy kitchenette.How the hell did you dare to think about this before?Hu Ziqiang walked in on tiptoe, and said softly: "I still want to live in the basement." Liu Yadong was crazy, and he took the lead in picking up the bad ones: the putty on the top was peeling off, remember not to open your mouth when you sleep; kick your feet There is a circle of yellow stains on the line, which may have been flooded several times; the damp in the room is not sunny, and his wrists have to be turned around again; the most important thing is a camp bed and a brown trampoline.Isn't this a fucking difficulty?

Hu Ziqiang put his bag on the camp bed, pressed on the flat mattress, and said, "I'm big, so it's fine for me to sleep on this one."

pull down.Liu Yadong raised his eyebrows inwardly, and touched the bridge of his nose.

"Little hairy boy!" The door was made of plywood, and he kicked his foot on Tu Wen, shaking tremblingly, "Come out, come out, eat breakfast!"

The dining table is next door, a mahjong table covered with a piece of waterproof linoleum, and it is impossible to tell whether it was originally blue or gray.Wu Qimeng slept on a single bed, and drew a soft pink curtain to separate the dining table.A corner of the curtain was leaked, peeking in, there was a dirty round mirror inside, a pig's blood red table, with many bottles and cans stacked on it.Pay attention and stretch your head again, and you can see some posters on the wall, with the same woman with heavy fur makeup printed on it.Liu Yadong didn't have any impression of this person, but he could read the words on the paper—oh, she, Faye Wong, a popular singer.

"You will die if you eat him, and you will die if you don't eat him. Why are you wronging your stomach? Looking for him? Lord Yan said that your life is not over, and you have to send someone to kick you back."

Tu Wen managed to scrape together a tin pot and three bowls, filled a portion of tofu nao, cut off fried dough sticks and stuffed them in his mouth to chew: "Women don't eat and don't have menstruation because they don't have enough energy. In the future, your acres of land, be careful about planting seeds." No sprouts."

call out!Throw a lady's bag from the curtain.Tu Wen has eyes on the back of his head, and tilts his head to avoid hitting Lanzhou.

"Ri's mother gave you a face that doesn't distinguish between good and bad." Tu Wen snorted and drank beans, and smiled at the three of them: "Leave him alone, eat ours."

It's quite inexplicable, it's not what you say, and it's not what you don't say.Hu Ziqiang focused on picking the soybeans in his brain, and put them into his mouth one by one, eating slowly and cautiously with his head down.Lan Zhou can't eat spicy food, and has already reached a physical barrier. He added two spoonfuls of oily and spicy food in his brain.He refused to speak, but insisted on eating, and his head and neck turned red after two mouthfuls.Liu Yadong simply stopped eating, took his spoon away, and looked at his bright red mouth.He almost had to grit his teeth before he dared to say, "I'm sorry." It wasn't as awesome as he was in the martial arts school.Tu Wen chewed a root of mustard, raised his eyelids, "If you have something to say, don't be polite."

"He is afraid of spicy food, I want to pour him a glass of water."

Tu Wen was stunned for a moment, and then showed an incredible smile, "Oh, no, the three of you think you've been kidnapped, right? What about donkey eggs? If you can't eat it, don't worry! I'll buy soy milk next time, okay?" He pointed to the wall Walking to the low refrigerator on the abduct, he picked up the kettle and shook it, "I'm sorry, I didn't boil the water in the morning, how about milk? Sour yogurt, blueberry, sweet and spicy." He slipped into Wu Qimeng's pink curtain, After a while, one person threw a box.

"I'll be eating a lot in the future, what are you talking about?" Tu Wen pointed at the tip of his nose, and asked, "What? I have a fierce face, and I'm scaring you three little kids?" You Le: "Nope, Your face is not much better than mine." Refers to Liu Yadong.

"You are more mature, I am more tender." Liu Yadong also smiled.

The topic is twisted.Tu Wen giggled with sanitary chopsticks in his mouth, supported his chest with one hand, looked at the three of them back and forth, and asked, "You're really tender, have you ever fucked a woman?"

Hu Ziqiang choked on the sour yogurt, and the milk splashed everywhere, he was so embarrassed that he covered it with his hands.

Tu Wen thief Xixi pointed at him, teasingly said: "Yeah~ you have done it before!" Then he asked: "Is it cool? How long? You paid for it if you are willing? You can survive 10 minutes if you go back to whoring with your acquaintance. I count you as capable! I/Fuck those massage girls-"

Wu Qimeng smashed out another small leather shoe, "Are you fucking ashamed to ask this!" in a high-pitched voice.

All four of them looked over, and Wu Qimeng came out with a face without makeup, his eyelids and nose were a little red and swollen.Honestly, it looks better without makeup on.She has two flat, thin eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a shrewd look on the tip of her nose, and a brown mole.He wrapped a big rose red shawl with tassels and tassels, and sat down next to Lan Zhou, picked up a portion of beans and brains, and the bowl bottomed out.He stood up to reach for a jar of marinated shrimp sauce on the corner of the table, tore half of the deep-fried sticks and folded them in three, dipped one end into the sauce, took a big bite, chewed hard with puffed cheeks, not knowing how ugly the deep-fried sticks were to him.With his free hand, he caressed the finger marks on his neck. Tu Wen didn't speak for a long time, then he suddenly put down his chopsticks and pulled Wu Qimeng's collar, "Let me see."

Wu Qimeng has a huge Adam's apple, and his chin has a masculine light blue color.

"I'm convinced that old man, he's bruised." Tu Wen straightened his collar, "Don't be dissatisfied, think about it from the bottom of your heart, if it's me, I'll pinch you too."

Wu Qimeng glared at him and waved his hand away: "Why?"

"You abducted his son from the right path!"

"Can you rely on me?!"

"Can't you? Don't fucking pick it up! He doesn't recognize you! You don't recognize each other! Regret it! Die! There's no drama to sing? Take a break! What the hell are you talking about?! You No matter how much you like him, there is still a use for it now! Go make out with the tomb! Why the hell did you go!"

Wu Qimeng inhaled and exhaled, and paused every word: "I, no, like, like, him."

Tu Wen made a "stop" gesture, moved his facial features, and said, "Okay! You don't like him, you hate him, you're old with him."

There was an odd silence again.The three of Liu Yadong only rely on physical communication, which is a test of tacit understanding.Hu Ziqiang touched Lanzhou, hey, what should I do?Lan Zhou shrugged and lowered his shoulders, don't talk yet, let's talk about the situation.Liu Yadong gave the past a wink, don't keep pretending to be cowardly, people will look down on us later.Lan Zhou looked at him, pursed his mouth, and gave him a trusting look.He got up and went back to that room, and after a while, he put a small flat bottle in his hand on the table.Liu Yadong spoke for him: "This medicine prescribed by our martial arts school is very useful for removing blood stasis. It can be wiped on the neck...if you want it."

Wu Qimeng turned his head and stared at the medicine bottle.Tu Wen stretched his waist, stroked his yellow hair, sighed heavily, stood up and picked up the dishes, "Little hairy kids are smarter than you, so it's not embarrassing, will you say thank you?"

"Thank you." Quite stiffly, quite slumped, he responded weakly.

The silly boss at the end is best handed over to Hu Ziqiang.He smiled warmly and said, "You're welcome."

Shao Jinquan called Tu Wen, and Tu Wen transferred the phone to Liu Yadong: You three have a rest, don't worry, the air conditioner can be turned on and you can watch the TV, if you don't understand anything, you can ask Jiu Qiang, it's Tu Wen.I'll be back in the afternoon.

Back in the room, Hu Ziqiang took the lead to poke the TV, and impatiently adjusted the channels one by one. When encountering snowflakes that did not appear, he even patted the top of the TV.Liu Yadong unscrewed the balcony door, leaned against the door frame, and pulled out the smoke under the cold wind.He laughed at Hu Ziqiang and said: "Your hand that slaps the sandbags, don't break it." Seeing a booming station flashed on the TV, he shouted: "Hey, this is it. Those who fight, just watch this." "The Sky of History" has no beginning and no end, starting from the No.20 episode of Dong Wenyin's funeral.Liu Yadong took it, and this day is a fucking death.

Lan Zhou picked up the three paper bowls filled with bean brains, and planted the longevity crabapple in them, just for the sake of survival, not too particular.Lan Zhou picked up the thick jackets brought by the three of them and put them on a drying rack, and took them out of the balcony to hang them for ventilation.Liu Yadong followed out and locked the door to prevent the smoke from drifting in.The snow was slowly melting, and after a while, the two of them froze quickly, shivering and blowing their noses. "Hey." Liu Yadong poked his waist.Lan Zhouguang didn't look back, but Liu Yadong pinched instead.

Lan Zhou jumped forward: "Fuck."

"The last time we compared each other, we still haven't come to a conclusion." Liu Yadong took the last puff of his cigarette.

Lan Zhou stretched out the pleats of the jacket and said happily, "Are you sick?"

"Come on, stand still."

Lan Zhou's eyes are indulgent.He stood up in the past, turned his back and shrugged, expressing his helplessness.Liu Yadong saw that there was still a red mark on his neck that hadn't faded away, so he wrinkled his heart and touched it.Lan Zhou shrank his neck, nodded sideways, and asked him slowly: "Are you better?"

"Don't eat spicy food in the future." Liu Yadong instructed in a low voice, and found that his eyelashes were also curled up and black.

"Then remind me."

Liu Yadong posted up to compare him, his posture was like a hug, "Okay."

After measuring it out with almost no difference, I feel the magic of the human body-how long has it been?Liu Yadong was nearly a knuckle higher than him.Lan Zhou was not unconvinced, on the contrary... he was a little confused.He thought of the high mountains in his hometown in the southwest.It is more ferocious than any peak in Sushui, majestic and majestic. It is the support of their lineage from generation to generation, and their calmness makes people surrender and awe.He has an attachment to that mountain.Sometimes he would feel that Liu Yadong was like a mountain.