【Bottle Evil】Naughty

That village is like a leftover pearl rolling in the mountains, with little contact with the outside world.Before we found the house where Yucun lived, we temporarily stayed in an earthen building as individual tourists, and went out during the day to visit and visit.

Finding a house is undoubtedly a physical effort.

This village is hidden relatively deep, and the construction and development is still maintained at a very low limit, without any mature commercial real estate chain.If you want to move here, you can only ask door to door to see who has a vacant house and is willing to rent and sell it.After a few days, I can see that there are many old houses in the village where old people live, and there are no young people in sight, and few young people are willing to stay in this place.

When we walked into the valley, we found a small settlement in which dozens of small families lived.The houses are distributed along the stream, all of which are small houses built by the locals themselves, with a height of one to two floors, and each house basically houses two or three generations.From the perspective of the city, it can barely be regarded as a single-family villa community, but all the facilities are not modern.

Opportunity is here to call us.We found an unoccupied house, because the old man of this family was taken to the city by the younger generation not long ago, and the whole family moved, the house was completely empty, and it has not been dealt with yet.The next step is to communicate with the owner and negotiate the terms.The concepts and thoughts of the local people are not as complicated as outside, and everything is going well.

One or two of the processes will not be discussed here.But there is one thing that surprised me a little. I thought that Fatty and I would each pay half of the expenses, but Pokerfing did not know how to use his savings to make up one-third of the expenses. go in.Obviously the ID card has not yet been made, I can't help but think, did he plan a long time ago, and bought some kind of pension fund for ten years in an underground bank?

I suddenly had an idea that Poker Face might have already prepared for life ten years later.Looking at it from the perspective of the year, among those thousands of possibilities, one of the possible results is that we can come back together ten years later.Now this has indeed become a reality, maybe, the situation at this moment has long been guessed by Poker.

He probably has a longer-term plan than any of us. I thought to myself with emotion, and I don’t know what Poker Ping’s plans will be after he lives in Yucun. Maybe he will hold a small class to teach the people in the village to practice qigong and perform on me. Broken boulders in the chest?

In fact, I don't know exactly how long Pokerfing intends to live here, he just said that he will live here for a while.I have never been fully sure about things related to Poker Bottle.

On the other side, the fat man has finished the formalities with others, and has already brought the key of the house.The fat man glanced at Poker Bottle, his expression suddenly became ghostly, he leaned his head and bit my ear, "I think the current situation is like a thing."

"what?"

"Many families are like this. They help their son who just graduated to buy a house in advance." The fat man said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by the oil bottle, and closed his eyes and said nonsense: "Look, buy a future wedding house, Only when you have a house can you marry someone else, this kind of thing is very popular now..."

"You think too much." I said helplessly.I really admire Fatty for having the courage to raise Poker Ping as his son.Then again, if you are looking forward to some happy event, it is really very difficult.I gave the fat man a hopeless look, "Do you think it's possible for someone like my brother?"

The fat man clicked his tongue, and then looked me up and down with his eyes.

I was immediately taken aback, and thought to myself, what does this mean, do you want me to sacrifice it?

The fat man said irresponsibly: "Then you go to enlighten my little brother and instill some ideas?"

I had a sudden shock in my heart, and told him that it was still not possible, that I should not have the ability to do so.

Those personal luggage we bring are just a small part of life, everything big and small in the house needs to be purchased outside.As well as the renovation of furniture and decoration, you have to toss slowly while living.Although we three big men don't live so carefully, we will live here for a long time after all, so we want to turn this house into a home.We had our first family meeting, made a long list of to-dos, and posted them on the wall.There are only two handwritings of me and Fatty on it, but Poker Face didn't mention a single request, and he has no objection to what we say, probably a bed is enough for him.

This old house originally had two bedrooms, but we emptied the storage room on the first floor and put in second-hand collected beds, exactly three bedrooms.On the first night, we randomly assigned a room by drawing lots, and Brother Xiaoman slept at the foot of my bed.This second-hand house is old and old, but it is still clean. At least for now, we have a place to sleep peacefully.

Life here is actually not as smooth as expected. The first problem is that the humidity is very heavy, and it is summer, so I can feel a kind of humidity all over my body.Tonight, it seems to be getting hotter, and falling asleep is not easy.There is no air conditioner installed in the house, not even an electric fan, so I can't help but admire the heat resistance of the previous owner.

I flipped off my T-shirt, rolled over on the bed impatiently, and simply got up and walked out of the room.

Poker Face sleeps in the next room. When I passed by, I couldn't hear any movement at the door of his room. That guy is not afraid of heat or cold, and he has probably already fallen asleep unshakably.I thought unrealistically, even if I threw the stuffy oil bottle wrapped in a cotton padded jacket into the sauna, he wouldn't necessarily call out half a hot word.

Walking out of the door, the valley at night is very quiet, the house and the distant mountains are lying in the dark, which has a special artistic conception.The stream is gurgling, reflecting the moonlight.

Walking a few steps along the stream, I saw a fat man sitting on a rock.Like me, he was too hot to sleep and came out to count the stars.I suddenly felt that, in fact, it is not necessary to fall asleep at night.In this place, time passes slowly, there is no strict concept of what must and what is forbidden, and there is no need to rush to catch up.If we call Poker Bottle again, we can even have the luxury of waiting for the sunrise.

In the past few years, I have been doing subtraction, consciously discarding those complicated things, and only focusing on my true purpose.Now, the subtraction has done its final step, and what's left is the simple result I want.

I flipped the T-shirt up to my chest, exposing the skin on my body.A bit of the night wind brought a cool feeling, and I finally felt better.

The fat man handed me a water bottle, saying it was an essential drink to cool off the heat.

As soon as I drank it, it was pure cold, tasteless, simple but thirst-quenching, just what I needed now.

I sat down and rolled up my trouser legs to the top of my thighs, letting the breeze blow away as much heat as possible from my body.

The fat man suddenly raised his hand and said to the distance, "Brother, here, here!"

The stuffy oil bottle also came out.Amidst the sound of the creek running slowly, he came towards us, his footsteps were very light, and stepping on the weeds did not break the quiet atmosphere of the valley.Could this guy wake up from the heat?I couldn't believe it, or was he actually keenly aware that the fat man and I had sneaked out of the house, so he wanted to send us back?

He approached us, fully dressed.At the same time, on the other hand, Fatty and I, in order to dissipate heat, we lifted our stomachs and rolled up our trouser legs, our clothes were disheveled, and the two sides immediately formed a sharp contrast.

Poker bottle looked at us indifferently, sat down next to me, and didn't ask when he would go back to the house.I hesitated for a moment, pulled off my trouser legs, and straightened my clothes. The T-shirt has been wrinkled and pressed since I lifted it up, and it almost ran to the top of the chest.I pulled off the clothes with one hand and covered the skin again, finally looking a little more civilized.

The fat man glanced at me and said, "It's not hot anymore?"

Dress up, of course it's hotter.But with Pokerfing present, for some reason, I felt embarrassed to play hooligans.Probably in my impression, Poker Face is a person who attaches great importance to face-saving projects.

The fat man muttered: "It's not like we haven't seen it before, why are you shy." Then he handed the kettle to Poker Bottle and asked him if he would like to drink something cold for nothing.

Poker Bottle took the kettle and raised his head to drink.When he raised his head, the part of his neck was exposed.Then I saw that there was a tinge of dark color on his skin, and the tattoo of Poker Ping had quietly surfaced at some point.

The tattoo is actually very large, and the edges of the pattern can climb up to the neck.At this time, although only a little color was revealed on the skin at the neckline, it meant that all the tattoos under the clothes had awakened.

I was startled at the time, thinking to myself, it seems that this place is really hot, even the oil bottle can't control the body temperature.

The fat man showed off his belly generously, and patted it like the sound of knocking a watermelon, "Brother, come and see how strong we are now, for so many years, naively, his small body has cultivated a little tendon." Well, three days after Shibai, you really want to look at it with admiration, if you don’t believe me, go and have a look.”

I glanced at the fat man, and thought to myself that he was playing tricks.

I saw Poker Bottle nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand to me.My heart suddenly became nervous, why was this guy moved by the fat man?Are you really here to pinch, to test whether the meat quality is up to standard?Due to years of conditioned reflexes, I almost subconsciously put on a defensive posture at that moment, but my brain immediately reminded myself that this was a stuffy bottle, and my fully armed consciousness relaxed.So the body was stuck in the middle, frozen in a strange posture.

At this moment, the Poker Bottle suddenly pressed on my shoulder, and my fingers pressed on a certain place.

The pain nerve under the skin immediately jumped sharply, and I gasped.He really knows how to pick a place to strike, and it happens to be an old wound.Poker bottle only pressed it once, and then quickly let go, I heard him ask lightly: "Has it grown yet?"

I shook my head and told him the wound was deeper.

It was left a year ago, and the specific reason is already vague in memory.The area of ​​the scar is actually small, but it goes deep into the dermis.The doctor once told me that if the recovery is not good, the pain may last a lifetime.I'm recovering pretty well, but there's a small area that can't be touched. If you press at a certain angle, it will irritate the nerve.

I suddenly noticed something was wrong, from Pokerfing's tone, he seemed to know that I was injured?Press it now, just to check how the wound is doing.

But the area on the shoulder was always covered by the clothes, and it was impossible to show it from the neckline. How did he know?Moreover, he also knew that my old wound was actually very deep. Not only that, he seemed to know the location of the wound very well, and he pressed it in place at once.These things are far from being understood by just looking at the skin, only after careful observation can it be possible to achieve that level.

When did Poker Bottle take a serious look?I think back on these days, but I can't think of an answer. Even if I change clothes on weekdays, I take them off and on quickly after washing in the bathroom.I have undergone a rigorous training in undressing magical skills back then. In terms of changing clothes, no one can match me.Basically, the shoulders are covered all the time, so others have no chance to take a closer look.

The fat man stood up and told us that we could go back. After sitting by the stream for so long, it was time to go home and sleep.

I bowed my head and walked a few steps, my heart moved, I remembered that Poker-Face and I had shared the same bed a few days ago, could it be that he observed it at that time?Because we brought a large number of people to Erdaobaihe, the hotel room was very tight, and after Poker Bottle came out of the door, he and I made do and fell asleep.

However, if someone lifts my clothes at night, how can I not notice it?Now that all the dust has settled, I did sleep soundly. Could it be that my vigilance is already so low?In other words, Poker Bottle's movements are very, very light, so I never found out.

I looked up at Poker Bottle who was walking in front, the moonlight cast a faint shadow under his feet, and his back seemed to have never changed.

I just suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in my heart, why did Poker bottle look at my body while I was sleeping?

Maybe he is kind enough to check on my health, I thought, but why not discuss it with me openly?For some reason, this question makes me feel a little anxious.I am not an unreasonable person. I will not resist when someone comes to look at my body and check my wounds. However, if this person is a stuffy person, the feeling will be very different.

The fat man handed me the water bottle and said, "Drink more water when it's hot. Look at how sweaty you are."

I drank the cool water and boiled it in vain, and some strange emotions arose in my heart.I stepped forward and was about to ask Poker Fing about that matter, when I suddenly found that the tattoo on his neckline had disappeared, the color had faded, and his skin had returned to its original state.

It's still unbelievably hot outside, how did that tattoo disappear?Could it be that the change in the tattoo just now was not due to the hot weather?I frowned, wondering what kind of change happened to the body temperature of Poker Bottle, did he not control it?

When I got home, I turned on the light in the corridor, and the fat man went upstairs first. Before Poker Bottle entered the room, I stopped him and asked, "Brother, what's the matter with your tattoo?"

Poker bottle turned around and looked at me. I suppressed some unreasonable guesses in my heart and said to him seriously: "I noticed that the tattoo appeared just once. Is it the influence left by the bronze gate? Is your body out of shape? what is the problem?"

He looked at me quietly, and said after a while, "Because it's hot."

This answer is simply chatting to death.I thought to myself, why are you so hot? Aren’t human beings endothermic animals?I paused, and then said: "If there is anything abnormal about your body, you must tell us."

"The rise in body temperature is indeed abnormal." Pokerfing took a deep look at me and said, "You didn't dress properly."

I froze for a moment, what was it all about.I'm not fully dressed so he's hot?

They are all grown-ups, and I thought of the meaning almost instantly, and my face became hot all of a sudden, what does my heart mean?What kind of causal logic is this?

Poker bottle stopped talking, turned around and entered the room, and closed the door.I stood where I was, and realized that I was sweating a lot again.I hurried to find a water glass and poured myself a few mouthfuls of cool water.