Heartbreaker

two years ago.

The women swarmed in, like a group of hens whose wings were blown, and began to snatch the jewelry in the table and cabinet.Pearls, crystals, and diamonds jingled under their greedy hands, and Barbara jerked up from the bed, screaming with disheveled hair, "What's the matter? Ah—"

Two strong washerwomen laughed and lifted her off the velvet bed, almost throwing her around on the floor.After dividing up her jewelry, the women rushed to her closet, admiring the rows of gorgeous and intricate dresses.

"Oh, I've been staring at this one for a long time, it's mine!"

"No, the dress here with the diamond roses must flatter my figure!"

"Get out of here, little girls, only those with qualifications are eligible to be selected first!"

There was screaming, and the women were noisily shoving each other, ransacking every corner of the room, spilling jewelry and fallen clothes all over the floor.Barbara, who was thrown on the ground, struggled to crawl between countless trampling calves, grabbed a young girl, and slapped her in the head without any explanation, and shouted when the other party screamed, "Tell the old lady!" What's wrong, silly girl!"

"Go away, ugly ghost!" The girl raised her hand angrily, but was slapped several times by Barbara, and cried.

She smiled fiercely, "Don't pretend to be fierce with my sister. My old lady came here at this time of yours, and a slap will not be soft."

Barbara turned her head and saw a woman trying on her favorite wine red off-the-shoulder silk dress in front of the mirror. She walked over and grabbed the folds at the gluteal crotch, and tore the silky silk dress to her ankles!The woman screamed and trembled, was kicked by Barbara on the knee, and suddenly fell in front of the big mirror, and there was a loud cracking sound!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"Barbara stood in the middle of the room, with a half-smile and said, "Okay, stupid girls, tell my sister, whose idea is it?"

"It was the mothers' idea."

A tall and enchanting figure leaned against the door, Messia lazily fiddled with her curly hair, tightened the brown fringed shawl, and said, "Everyone has already decided, anyway, these clothes, jewelry, and cosmetic bottles, you don't want to buy them again." You won't need it, Barbara. Why don't you share it with others who need it."

"Fuck your shit!"

A small cherry-colored glass bottle cracked at Messia's feet.Barbara was gasping for breath with a red face, looking at the woman leaning against the door.The other party was holding a pipe triumphantly in her hand, dense smoke rose from her slender and white wrist, and a pair of bright almond eyes looked at her mockingly.

"I advise you not to be too presumptuous, Barbara." Mesia said, "Do you think you are still the 'Barbara' who was held in the hands of everyone? Take good care of your current appearance, mothers let You have shown great kindness by staying here, and you should have some self-knowledge yourself."

Barbara rushed over angrily, but a thick arm protruded from behind the woman and lifted her up directly.

She struggled under the men's hands, screaming, kicking each other with her short feet, "Let me go, you fat bears!"

"I have to trouble you in the end." Mesia looked at the burly men behind her, covered her delicate and full red lips, and giggled coquettishly, "Don't worry, teach this dwarf a lesson, let her recognize the current situation, and don't hinder the black The peach brothel business..."

****

Barbara didn't think she liked looking out the window very much. After all, there was nothing to see in this garbage town.Facing them are gray buildings covered with mold and moss, each four or five stories high, with washed clothes hanging outside the dilapidated windows, and water stains dripping down the walls like tears, like a A big crying face.If you listen carefully, you can hear what the houses are arguing about. Everyone is crowded in a small room the size of a palm, and the sound can almost knock the roof down.The gloomy sky was like a well-worn rag, the clouds were as dirty as a thousand people had trampled on them, and the moving air spread the foul smell of the Leapfrog River.

"Huh..." She squatted by the window, breathed out a puff of smoke, touched the hard scab on her shoulders, and her bruised body.Her dress was trampled in tatters as she struggled, and a skirt slipped from her shoulders.Barbara didn't realize it, and looked out from the narrow window frame with her messy hair.

Although she doesn't like looking out the window, the world outside the window occasionally surprises her.For example, now, there is a ferocious dog barking between the damp and gloomy dark walls, and a red-haired boy is fighting hard with a wild dog.The wild dog defended to the death the fleshy bone that had just been dug out of the garbage in his mouth, and the boy was skinny and dirty like a wild man, with grime sticking out of his red hair.

Both sides are crazy.Barbara squatted by the window and watched with relish, giggling non-stop, even forgetting the pain on her body.That boy was especially mad.She could see that the other party's eyes were red with hunger, and she tried her best to grab food from a wild dog. She grabbed the other end of the bone stick with her skinny hands, trying to pull it out of the dog's mouth.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The wild dog finally realized that the situation was not good, pressed the fleshy bone under its paws, opened its fangs dripping with saliva, and bit the boy's arm!Barbara sucked in a breath of cold air, and the smoke stagnated coldly on her lips.The boy moved faster and bit the dog's back directly. Barbara saw the blood dripping from between his teeth, and the blood-red eyes under the dirty hair, like a beast biting in desperate situation.

A man and a dog bit each other fiercely.In the end, the dog lost.The wild dog howled and tried to escape from the boy's mouth, but the mad boy broke off its head and limbs.

It seems that this wild boy has more than meat and bones to eat tonight.

Barbara laughed out loud, and threw away the cigarette butt in her hand, "Hey, wild dog boy!"

****

She led him in through the back door of the brothel.The red-haired boy was very vigilant, squatting like an ape, his bloodshot eyes kept looking at the furnishings in the backyard.

Barbara brought out a plate of cold turkey left over from last night from the kitchen and held it in front of the red-haired boy.The boy stared straight at the plate of meat, his cheeks twitching.Barbara brought him another pitcher of warm water.The boy was so hungry that he was shaking all over, but his defensiveness clearly exceeded his instinct.

"Eat." Sitting next to the red-haired boy, she shrugged, "You are a poor boy who can't even eat, your life is worthless in the eyes of others."

The boy grabbed a whole turkey, hugged it to his chest, and ate it voraciously until his mouth was full of greasy food.Barbara stared at the boy's face covered with several layers of mud with a half-smile. She could see the thin but handsome appearance at a glance.And that red hair, it must be very eye-catching after washing.He wouldn't know what a charming boy he was, but there was always someone in this whorehouse who would let him know.

She said, "After eating this chicken, you can go."

The boy stopped chewing meat, and his beast-like eyes stared at her.Barbara's fingers trembled, her eyes were wild, cold, and full of dangerous aggression, which made her legs rub against her uncontrollably.

"Little bastard. If you hadn't seen you as a bastard with half-grown body, I would have squeezed you dry!" She cursed, pulling her skirt angrily.The boy lowered his head without saying a word and continued to chew on the chicken, but Barbara seemed to hear him sneer.

"It's not like you can't stay here."

She added, adding that she was baffled.It doesn't matter where this wild dog boy dies.She took a puff of cigarette, then breathed it out silently, and said, "Don't go to the front hall. The kitchen in the backyard seems to need a helper, get on good terms with those women, kid."

****

That kid was more cunning than he imagined, and he could fully understand the situation without her painstaking guidance.

Barbara crushed the cigarette butts under her feet, walked slowly to the kitchen, and heard the harsh chopping sound.The red-haired boy turned his back to her, and was holding a broad-bladed broad knife, chopping bones one by one, much stronger than when he first met, it seems that the women in the kitchen have "taken care" of him.

That's right, those two coquettish fat women like boys the most, she knows, and this boy must know too.More than once, she heard the screams of waves coming from the backyard in the middle of the night.The voices of those sluts are worse than pigs in a trough, but it's better to compromise than to fight dogs on the streets.

The kid didn't care too much, his red hair was cut short to the neck.He held the bone-chopping kitchen knife in his hand, cherishing it like a lover.Barbara occasionally caught a glimpse of his fingers stroking the blade, and couldn't help imagining what it was like to be caressed by those hands, and then pooed a few times in sober disgust.

He is a boy.Barbara stared at the other's thin back and frowned.The appearance is a boy, but the eyes are like a man.

"What's your name, boy."

She jumped onto a bench, straightened her neck, and tried to make eye contact with him.There was a hint of sarcasm in the other party's eyes, and he said in a cold and sharp tone like iron stone, "People who have anything to do with me will not end well."

Barbara said, "So you can talk, I thought you were dumb."

The other party said, "Then you still talk to me?"

"It's because you're dumb." She said, "It's because you're dumb that I want to talk to you."

The red-haired boy paused for a moment while chopping the bone, and said in a rambling voice, "Lemon Bone Spur."

She said, "I'm Barbara." The heavy chopping sound sounded again, and the other party continued to wave his arms as if nothing had happened, splashing bright red minced meat and white bones on the chopping board.Barbara didn't say another word, jumped off the bench, patted the dregs on her skirt, and walked out.

For some reason, she felt a little happy.

****

The fact that there was an extra red-haired boy in the spade brothel was quickly known to other women.Barbara was a little annoyed because she had once seen Messia leaning against the backyard wall, trying to flirt with that Lemon Spur.

"I heard that Barbara brought you in?" Mecia scratched the boy's chin provocatively. "You are so handsome. If she asks you to do 'something else' for saving her life, come and tell my sister , I like to raise beautiful little boys."

This bitch is really cheap.She kept cursing viciously in her heart, her eyes fixed on their every move.The brat's hand was not divided, the bitch let out a coquettish moan, and put his arm around the red-haired boy's neck softly and bonelessly, "You are really naughty, but I like naughty kids ..."

"Go away," the boy said.Mesia was stunned for a moment, as if she had been scolded as ugly in public.She widened her eyes, gritted her teeth and raised her hand to slap the boy, but the boy directly put the kitchen knife in front of her, "This knife likes to chop the necks of beauties the most, beautiful Miss Messia."

Messia turned blue and walked out of the backyard annoyed.Barbara hid behind the barn, giggling and giggling, the basket in front of her was abruptly pushed away, and Lymon glanced at her, "You are so stupid, Barbara."

Barbara jumped out from a pile of dusty debris, "The woman you just offended was Messia."

Lemon said, "So what?"

She frowned, "She is the most beautiful woman in Spade Brothel now, she won't let it go."

"Anything she wants."

Barbara glanced at him, "I can't protect you."

"I don't need a dwarf whore's protection."

"Oh... dwarf bitch...fucking Lemon Bonespur! You rotten tongue bastard!"

"Why are you angry? This is an obvious fact."

"roll!"

Since that day, Barbara has been secretly observing Messia and Lemon Bone Spur. Anyway, she doesn't need to pick up guests now, and lives in a small room that no one cares about.Mesia didn't dare to threaten Lymon openly. Firstly, the kitchen knife that day was very useful, and secondly, this red-haired boy named Lymon was indeed very popular in the spade brothel.Many young girls were willing to flirt with him, but Raymond was polite to other women besides being aggressive towards Mesia, which made Mesia even more annoyed.

Soon, Lymon Spur walked into the front hall of the Spade brothel, doing some heavy work of carrying beer, tables and chairs.Those used to be hired to do it.He is quick and agile, and other people have a good impression of him. As long as he doesn't mess around with women, his existence is acquiesced.

"Remember what I told you earlier?" Barbara said, "You can't enter the front hall."

He bared his teeth and said mockingly, "I'm repaying the favor."

"You lied to me."

"As you wish."

She stared into his eyes, "You are beautiful."

"Ah."

"I'm not kidding," she said. "You're bringing us bad luck."

"So that's what happened." He shrugged his shoulders, "I have a measure."

****

The thing finally happened, and the individual died after it happened.Barbara couldn't remember how shocked she was at the time, because the scene was nothing compared to what happened later.

The red-haired boy got into trouble with the most foul local snake "Mole" in the town.That night, Boy Lemon bent down to count the wine bottles brought in, and suddenly a drunk mole ghost stood behind him with a smile, and straightened up obscenely, "Little ass is up, red-haired boy!"

In an instant, the mole ghost disappeared.Startled, Barbara sneaked into the backyard.The silent courtyard was silent, only the candlelight in one room was reflected on the curtain.She walked to the door, stared at a ray of light escaping through the crack, and swallowed in horror.

squeak-

The door opened before her.Lemon was carrying a sack and said, "Why are you here?"

"Where's that person?" She tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Don't think I didn't see it, what did you do to him?"

The other party didn't answer the question, but said, "I heard that 'Mole' is the most powerful organization in this town?"

Barbara's palms were filled with cold sweat, and it was only then that she realized that she didn't know anything about the past of the boy in front of her. "Knowing too much won't do you any good!"

"I advise you not to follow."

He pushed her aside, glanced at her with a sneer, "If you don't want to die, just pretend you don't know anything."

The author has something to say: take a break from his busy schedule to make a new post. . Whether you can touch fish again before January 1 is up to fate. .