Hi, it turns out that I am a fellow countryman and an alumnus of the university, but I don’t even know him. After shaking hands and exchanging mobile phone numbers, they started to chat. It's only been three or four minutes, but the two of them have nothing to say anymore, so let

◎ Bi Feiyu

Hi, it turns out that I am a fellow countryman and an alumnus of the university, but I don’t know him. After shaking hands and exchanging mobile phone numbers, they started to chat. It's only been three or four minutes, but the two of them have nothing to say anymore, so let's separate again. The main reason was that she felt uncomfortable. She had tidied herself up well today, simple and decent, but she felt uncomfortable. This kind of cocktail party was so extravagant and extravagant that she always felt like she was dreaming. In fact, she is a Cinderella who came here for free. My friend is right. Taking advantage of the opportunity is real. If you take advantage of the opportunity, you may meet a bole or catch a rich man. What is lacking these days is opportunities. Friends have long said that for girls "of our age", the most important thing is actually two things: first, to show off; second, to show up - the opportunity is not long-range missile with GPS installed, Where can I aim at your Tianling Gai? Don’t make yourself become Bin Laden.

But it’s not easy to make money, it’s no different from being a thief. People these days are actually divided into different levels. There are groups of three or five, and groups of five or six. They are talking and laughing together, and she does not belong to any group. You can't do it by force. Occasionally, people would meet her and smile uniformly, politely and appropriately. She could only smile hastily, but her smile was always half a beat too slow. As soon as she started smiling, people had already passed her by. At this moment, her smile lost its object, and it hung on her face quite hollowly, and she couldn't take it off for a while. This feels bad, very bad. She had no choice but to hold the wine glass, smile blankly, and said in her heart, I'm going to get your father's!
But the cell phone rang. After only two rings, she put the phone to her ear. Young people who have not found a job or have not yet settled down in life have one common characteristic: they pick up their cell phones very quickly. The ringtone of the mobile phone is their life - there is an illusion here that is not easy to detect, as if every phone call hides a huge opportunity that cannot be ignored, and if it is ignored, it will be delayed. "Hey," she said, but there was no response from the phone. She leaned down and asked again: "——Hello?"
The mobile phone said slowly: "It's me."
"Who are you?"
The voice on the mobile phone even slower, said: "——Your Excellency What a forgetful thing. I don’t even recognize him. Look up, right, and look to the left. It’s eight or nine meters away from you. "She saw it. She just met a few minutes ago, her schoolmate and fellow countryman. At this moment, her schoolmate and fellow student was leaning at the door of the bathroom, with his head lowered, holding a wine glass in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. He was quite happy. He looked like his sweetheart was flirting, and he was deeply in love.
　“I envy you,” he said. “Less than a year and a half after graduation, you have already joined this company. What’s the saying? Gold-collar beauty, yes, it’s you.”
She laughed, drooped her eyelids, and said to her mobile phone: "You entered the company early, so you need to take care of me."
The mobile phone smiled and said: "I'm just here to make a living. You need to take more care of me." "
" She held the phone in one hand and hugged her chest with the other. This was her favorite action, or shape, with her forearms cupped under her breasts, making her look plump and slim. She looks like a "beautiful woman". She said to the mobile phone: "I'm here to have a meal too."
The two of them stopped talking. They raised their heads at about the same time and looked at each other, eight or nine meters apart. Their eyes passed through a large number of senior or lucky heads, each looking at the other happily. They are no longer lonely and seem to have regained their confidence. He lowered his head with a smile, looked at his toes, and said, "The wine is pretty good, right?" She looked out the window and said, "How do I know how to choose wine? "How can you choose a good-looking one to drink?" He said in a leisurely tone, obviously coming from someone who has come before, "You have to taste all the colors before you drink them. . Let go, ah, let go. There is a big brother."Then he added, "Don't hang up the phone, do you hear me?"
　 "Why?"
　 "Let's chat with big brother. "
　"Why can't it hang?"
　"That's silly. He said, "Who are you talking to when you hang up? Who will pay attention to you? It hurts your self-esteem. Only by hanging up like this can we save our vanity. We are also taking care of everything." Do you know what it means to take care of everything every day? Remember, it means having someone to talk nonsense with you. "
" She tilted her head and listened. She changed her glass of wine and walked away calmly. Her face was full of a reserved smile, taking a break from the busy work. Her smile now has someone to target, not here, but thousands of miles away. The reception The light was good, the music was good, and the wine would be even better, but she just couldn't drink with peace of mind, and she couldn't say hello to others. She kept nodding, and occasionally took a sip, and the smile on her face became lyrical. . She firmly believes that her smile is your father's.
"Thank you, brother. "
　"If so, I want to thank you!"
　"It's better to go, impostor. "She said happily.
"Can't leave. He said, "What a great wine, and it doesn't cost any money." "
" Three hours later, they woke up, sober from the wine. They made love and then took a nap. There was a smell on his bed and body, mixed with the smell of alcohol and semen. It couldn't be said to be good. It's not bad, it's acceptable. Obviously, he doesn't wash his bed or body very often. However, his body temperature is touching, warm, vigorous, and almost hot. With the support of body temperature, the smell had a good side. She hugged him tightly, pressed against his back, and took a deep breath. It was at this time that he woke up. When he woke up, he turned around and looked at her. His eyes were stunned for a moment. It was not easy to detect in the dark, but he still couldn't escape her eyes. "Did you recognize the wrong person?" "She said with a smile. He smiled and said honestly: "Wrong person. "
　"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
　"No. "He said.
　 "Have you?"
　 "Of course it has. What about you?"
She thought for a while and said, "I was dumped once and dumped twice. There were also a few minor fights. What about you?"
He sat up, put on his clothes, sighed, and said, "What does it do? All ended in vain. "
" The two people were just chatting, and he had already turned on the light. The fluorescent light flickered twice, illuminating his bedroom all at once. It is not accurate to say that it is a bedroom - his clothes, boxes, books , dishes, and computer were all inside. His computer was really dirty, not much better than that ashtray. She squinted her eyes and roughly estimated that her "home" was two times longer than here. Three squares. When she could open her eyes, she was convinced that it was not two or three squares, but four squares. She had taken this as an elective for four years in college, and her vision was already as accurate as the drawing.
Suddenly he felt a little hungry. He had been drinking at the reception but hadn't eaten yet. He put on his cotton sweater and said, "Let's go out to eat something. I'll treat you." She didn't say "ok" or "no", but she tightened the quilt and tucked it under her chin, "Just stay a little longer." "She said, "Do it again. ”
It’s past eleven o’clock at night, it’s freezing cold, there are fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and it looks extraordinarily sparse. But it’s open, and the lights are unusually bright. The street lights on both sides create a mighty perspective, It was gorgeous and long, reaching to the horizon. The taxi passed by in a flash.
It was her suggestion that they sit down at the food stall on the roadside. She "liked food stalls". Of course he knew that, just to save some money for him. They sat near the stove and ordered two bowls of fried noodles, two bowls of grilled fish, and two bowls of tomato and egg soup. . Although it was close to the stove, it was still cold, and the warmth in the bed had long since dispersed.He stood up the collar of his coat, put his hands into the sleeves, and stared blankly at the fire in the furnace. The soup came, and when she was drinking it, he looked at her seriously for the first time. The blush on her face had long faded, her face was cold, a little yellow, and the areas around her eye sockets were a little green. I can't say he's good-looking, but he has an extremely broad look. However, during her lovemaking, her thin but strong waist was really alluring. How could her waist have so much buoyancy?
A gust of winter wind is blowing. The "wall" of the food stall is actually a piece of plastic film, which was bent by the winter wind and swelled up, like the side of an balloon . The light bulbs above their heads also swayed, and their figures swayed left and right on the ground, like a bed, intense and entangled. He looked at the shadow on the ground and remembered all the details after meeting her. Suddenly he felt a sense of intimacy and wanted to hug her over and wrap her up in his coat. There is also an apology here. No matter what, he should not have invited her to a place like this at "a time like this." Next time, be sure to invite her to a decent place next time. At least, there are real walls around it.
She held the soup bowl with both hands and was very involved. She swallowed the last big mouthful. was out of breath. She sighed and said: "——It tastes delicious!"
He took his arm out of his sleeve and used it. His hand cupped her cheek. Her cheek rubbed against his palm, completing the soft caress for him. "I'm so happy today!" she said.
　"Yes," he said, "I'm so happy today." His thumb slid across the corner of her eye. "Happiness" is such a weird thing. When you leave, you leave as soon as you want, but when you come, you are generous and come as soon as you want.
The owner and chef of the food stall seemed to be flattered and very happy. He lit a cigarette with a red poker and was whispering something to his female helper. It was probably a joke. The female helper's expression was there. She also looked like a country girl, with the fire in the hearth dancing on her open face. Except for these "two pairs" of men and women, there was no one else in the food stall. It's freezing cold. While he was happy, he talked to the boss of the food stall: "It's so late and there's no one around, why haven't you gotten off work yet?"
"How can there be no one," the boss said, "The second driver of the taxi needs to eat. Now, there is still the last batch of business. "
" After "dinner", they braved the cold wind and walked for another 40 or 50 meters on the road late at night. Under a street lamp, he wrapped her in his coat, and then leaned against a telephone pole. He pressed against her and kissed her too. The kiss was good, with flavors of fried noodles, grilled fish, and tomato and egg soup. All are free. He let go of her lips and said: "——It's delicious!"
She smiled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, and buried her head in his chest for a long time. She tightened his collar, raised her head, and said, "It's so good. It feels like falling in love."
There was another gust of wind. His eyes had to narrow. When the gust of wind passed, his eyes widened and he smiled, "Isn't it," he said, "It's like falling in love."
She kissed him back. He patted her buttocks and said, "Go back, I won't send you off. It's time for me to go to work."

His "class" was at the Hube Street market. Before he found a suitable, formal job, he had been working as a pick-up at the Hubu Street market. The so-called "receiving goods", to put it bluntly, means moving, moving melons, fruits, vegetables, fish, meat, poultry, and eggs from large trucks, weighing them, and then sorting them into different categories and sending them to different stalls. In the past, these things were done by the stall owners themselves, but - outsiders often don't know - those disgraced stall owners are actually rich people. How can rich people still do hard work? If the stall owners don't do it, well, his chance will come. He told several stall owners about his idea and even let them touch his muscles. As soon as a few stall owners meet, OK. The wages are not high in the first place, but when spread out, they are quite affordable. Each family only gets three melons and two dates.
The amount of labor required to receive goods is not large, the difficulty lies in the time period. In the second half of the night. It can only be in the middle of the night. First, trucks cannot enter the city in broad daylight; second, vegetables are delicate and cannot be eaten the next day, and if so, their appearance will be bad. Quality is the lifeblood of vegetables, and the price all depends on it. Regarding the appearance of vegetables, Brother Hu, the stall owner, has a very insightful discussion. Brother Hu said that vegetables are "young ladies" and the good price is about twenty men. Once they are wilted and the skin is slumped and wrinkled, the price Don’t even think about getting there!
Leaving aside “Miss”, in comparison, what he likes to “pick up” most is vegetables. It’s not oily or greasy. After you finish “picking up”, rinse your hands and go to bed as soon as dawn. What I'm most afraid of are the damn poultry eggs, whether they are eggs, duck eggs or quail eggs . If your hand slips and clatters, you can't even think of picking one up. As long as he "squeaks" once, his sweat for a month is no longer sweat, but urine. Pee is worthless.
When he first received the goods, he was a little awkward and seemed aggrieved. It's better now, I really like it. He's not afraid of physical work, and it's okay to wear off his head at night. What are you doing with all the brute force on your body? When you get up every day, the little brother in your crotch is standing there mindlessly, pretending to be aiming, but there is no target. It's much better now. My little brother understands the truth and basically stopped making trouble in the early morning.
But then again, he still doesn’t like it, mainly because it’s not safe. In order to make ends meet, it's okay to make a temporary transition at the Hubu Street market, but you can't "accept" a "lady" for the rest of your life. He is twenty-four years old, and he always wants a wife and a family. When he thought of this, he always felt an indescribable loneliness in his heart, and also had some self-pity. I am particularly afraid of looking at the shelves. The shelves in the morning light were full of leeks, celery, lettuce, peppers, garlic, beef, mutton, wings, duck feet, pork kidneys, and smooth and round poultry eggs. None of this belongs to him. It's not that he can't afford it, it's that the most daily life style of "buying groceries" doesn't belong to him. He longed for such a day. It was a Sunday morning, a very homely day. He woke up, held "her" hand, and walked in front of the shelves of the Hube Street market, and then, Pick and choose with “her.” Even a piece of tofu, even a handful of spinach - it would be great to live like that. There will be. There will always be.
As a "goods picker", he never looks at the shelves when he gets off work. As soon as it gets dark, he turns around and leaves. When he returns "home", he falls asleep.
The Hubu Street vegetable market is some distance away from his residence. He planned to rent a house nearby, but due to the location, the price was nearly twice as expensive. Life in the city is not easy. It's not that he hasn't thought about returning to his hometown, but he can't and can't go back. It's not a matter of face. It would have been better if he hadn't been admitted to college. He should have started a family and worked part-time - now, he doesn't even have a palm-sized land in his hometown, and he has no capital, so how can he stand on his own feet? What? The only thing I can do is go out to work. Instead of going back and coming out again, it would be better to stay in the city. Alas, the pace of his life was messed up, and he couldn't keep up with trips to the city or to the countryside. My middle school classmates at that time were both fathers and mothers. He was a bachelor and had no ability to go home to celebrate the New Year. He said "uncle" for 100 yuan and "uncle" twice for 200 yuan. He was still worth money. How did he become " Jackie Chan "? How did he get admitted to college? A person can't be so talented!
After all, he was young and full of firepower. It had only been two or three days since he broke up with her, and his body was acting up. , making trouble. "Thinking" of her, "thinking" of her thin but strong waist, "thinking" of her tenacious buoyancy. But, is she still willing? She drank a lot of wine that day - he has no confidence at all. Try it, then give it a try. He picked up the phone with one hand, but put the other hand into his trouser pocket, holding it down. She didn't answer. The phone finally said: "Sorry, there is no answer on the other party's phone."
He closed the phone, feeling ashamed. This kind of thing cannot happen again and again.He stood on the street, looking at the sunset in the winter, feeling angry with himself, feeling unspeakably annoyed, and a little bit miserable. He just stood there, holding his phone in one hand and himself in the other. However, he was not able to escape the temptation of his body and dialed the phone again. This time it worked and I was overjoyed.
　“Who is it?” she said.
　“It’s me.” He said.
　"Who are you?" she said. Her breath sounded very weak, and her voice was extremely hoarse, as if she was thousands of miles away.
His heart sank. The problem wasn't that her breath was weak or not, the problem was that she really didn't hear his voice. It's not like he's pretending.
　"How noble people forget things." He said, deliberately raising his voice high. In fact, this height seems to be indifferent. "It's me——, classmate, and fellow countryman, your eldest brother!" He heard it himself, and his tone became slippery. At times like this, only nimbleness can preserve his fragile dignity. He shouldn't have made this call at all.
There is no sound on the phone. There was a long, long silence. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to throw the phone away from Nanjing and back to his hometown. This phone call should never be made.
Something unexpected happened at this time. After a long period of silence, her cry suddenly came from the phone. To be precise, it was sobbing. She called out "Brother" and said, "Come and see me."
He kept the phone pressed to his ear until he walked into the basement and opened her door. Just when their eyes met, their phones were still pressed to their ears, already hot. But her forehead was hotter than her cell phone. She was having a high fever, her pupils were burning brightly, and the fever was beautiful and pitiful.
　"Get up," he said loudly, "I'll take you to the hospital."
　She was crying just now, but when he came, she seemed to be fine again, with a smile on her face. "No need," she said in a hoarse voice, "I can't die."
He looked at her head on the pillow, which was all alone. Compared to that day, the eye sockets were much sunken. She must have stayed up too long, otherwise she wouldn't be like this. He thought of the days he spent in bed last month, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness. "—You're just going to lie here all the time?" he said, knowingly asking.
"Yeah, I'm not lying in Jinling Hotel ." She was still joking.
　"Go to the hospital quickly——"
　"No need."
　"Go!"
　"You can't die!" She finally lost her temper at him. After all, they had slept with each other once, but they were too lonely, so she regarded him as a relative for no reason. In a tone that only a "family member" could have, she said, "I'll nag you to death!"
"——Let's go..."
"I can't die." She said, "Just two more days and it will be over - why go to the hospital? A trip costs four to five hundred."
He wanted to say "I will pay for you", but swallowed it. They all have a common problem, they have pathological self-esteem when it comes to money, and they can turn against each other if they don't get it right. He stopped smiling and said, "Go ahead, let me treat you."
"I don't want you to treat me sick." She closed her eyes and turned away, "I can't die. I'll be fine in two days." "
" He no longer insisted, but his hands and feet became more agile. He first boiled water, and then took care of her room. I don’t know what she is like on weekdays, but now her room can no longer be considered a room. The floor is covered with toilet paper for wiping her nose, paper cups, isatis packaging bags, banana peels, socks, and two wrinkled ones. underwear. He complained while cleaning up, how could he still look like a girl, how could he get married, who would want you? Whoever marries you back would be so stupid!
After complaining, he also finished cleaning. After cleaning, the water was boiled. He poured her a glass of boiling water, told her "it's hot" and went downstairs. He bought cold medicine, thermometer , alcohol, cotton wool, bread, instant noodles, rolling paper, fruit, and a box of Dove chocolate .He took out the things he bought from the plastic bag and stacked them neatly on the table. He sat beside her bed, half-hugged her in his arms, picked up the cup and gave her the medicine. I also fed a lot of boiled water. When she was full, she frowned and turned her head away. He began to feed him bread. He tore the bread into pieces and stuffed them into her mouth. After eating, she frowned again and turned her head away. He stuffed another pear. He couldn't find the fruit knife, so he gnawed around the surface of the pear with his teeth.
"Why didn't you call me yesterday?" she said, "Why didn't you call me the day before yesterday?" After drinking and eating, her energy returned.
How to answer this? It’s hard to answer. He ignored her, took off his shoes, and got into bed at the other end of the bed. They just covered themselves up in bed, watching without saying anything. She suddenly moved her body inward and lifted up a corner of the quilt. She said, "Come here, lie down next to me." He smiled and said, "It's better to lie here. It's easier to lie there with you." I'm thinking wrong - you are sick. "
" "Brother, don't you know how smelly your feet are?" She kicked him, "Your feet are so smelly!"

About early summer, The relationship between him and her has become relatively stable. The so-called stability means that there is a rhythm that will not change. They met once a week and had sex twice. She usually comes over. Every time his performance was perfect, twice she even gave him a hundred points. They both like to rate each other afterwards, which is an important part of the drama. There was no need for foreplay. From the time the phone call was made to the time she came over, it would take dozens of minutes. These few dozen minutes were impatient, and it can be said that I was in a hurry. Their foreplay is their waiting and imagining, and their waiting and imagining are very intense.
There is no foreplay, and afterplay is particularly important. Otherwise, what would you do? Unless you do it again. Physically speaking, there was no problem for either party, but she was the one who took control every time, "Let's do it next time, you have to work the night shift at night." Their post-play was nothing more than scoring each other's scores, adding up the two scores, and then dividing them by two. They carved the result of dividing by two on the wall. The wall was covered with Arabic numerals. No one knew what kind of confusion it was.
After fighting for some days, he stopped fighting. Men always suffer when it comes to scoring, but men have their hard targets. In fact, it was precisely because of this that she insisted on fighting. She said that in the digital age, feelings don’t count, everything has to rely on numbers to speak.
The cruelty of numbers was finally revealed that afternoon, and it was quite cruel. It turned out that he had made an appointment with her to meet at Gulou Square at one o'clock in the afternoon, saying that he had good news to tell her. Unexpectedly, he wilted as soon as we met and didn't say a word no matter how I asked him. After returning "home", he still didn't say anything, so he just did it. He failed the first time. She had no choice but to be patient and wait for him. He failed even faster the second time. She laughed so hard that she said to him: "——Zero plus zero divided by two is still zero!" She specially found a compass from his drawer and made sure to give him this circle that was nothing. Completely painted on the wall. She didn't notice at all how gloomy his face was at this moment. He snatched the compass from her hand and threw it out of the window with a "snort". His face was livid, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.
Because his movement was too violent, her hand was cut by the circular motion. The bloody wound was not deep, but it was three centimeters long, which was scary. For such a long time, aside from sex, they had actually gotten along like brother and sister, and she had regarded him as her brother in private. How could she keep it on her face if he turned his back on him like this? She was holding the wound, blood had come out, and the pain was severe. Of course she is the one who needs to be coaxed at this time. But she knew after all that her joke must have hurt his man's self-esteem and in turn coaxed him. Unexpectedly, he didn't appreciate it anymore and pushed her away with a slap, causing blood to spatter on the wall.This push really hurt her heart. You are a brother, and your sister has given in to you and coaxed you like this. What else do you want?
She no longer cared about the wound, picked up her clothes and wear. She is leaving and never wants to see you again. Your score is already zero, and you still lose your temper!
Her departure finally calmed him down, and he hugged her from behind. He took her hand, looked at her blood, and suddenly shed tears. He took her hand in his palm and licked it over and over with his tongue. His expression was extremely depressed, and he seemed to be bleeding. Her heart softened, but she still felt sorry for him and called him "brother." He ended up wrapping her wound with his crappy tie and then put his hands over her face. He said in her palm: "Am I really useless? Am I born to be a zero-point product?"
"It's a joke, how can you take this seriously. It's not our first time."
　“I’m useless.” He said firmly, “I was born to be a zero-point product.”
　“Hello.” She said, “You know, I like you in bed.”
He smiled, but tears suddenly welled up. "Of course I know. That's all I can do." He said, "I have no self-confidence at all. I can hardly bear it anymore."
She understood. She actually understood it a long time ago, but it was hard to ask. He went out for an interview early in the morning. He passed the "trial", but he didn't retain any "face".
　“You, you are not as good as me.” She coaxed him, “How many interviews have I had? You see, the more I wipe my face, the brighter it becomes.”
　“It’s not a matter of interviews or not!” He became excited, "How could she look at me like that? That female boss, how could she look at me like that? As if I was a pile of shit! A piss! A fart!"
She hugged him. She got it. She knew it. In order to stay in Nanjing, from her junior year to now, she has met countless eyes. For people like them, what is the most terrifying thing in this world? What is the most ruthless thing? Eyes. Some people's eyes can peel off skin, and some people's eyes can ejaculate. Eyes that can ejaculate are really scary. If you are not careful, they will get all over your body and face, and it will be too late to wipe them off. The various tastes in the eyes cannot be understood except by the person involved.
She pulled him to the bed, lay on his back, and comforted him. She caressed his chest, kissed his hair, turned his head over, and suddenly smiled, a particularly evil smile. She stared into his eyes and said very cutely: "I am the boss, you are a pile of shit! What can you do to me? Huh? What can you do to me?" This is where the sadness and despair in his belly came from. When the dam breaks, it becomes a domineering nature. He pushed her back onto the bed and she screamed, unparalleled pleasure spreading through every hair. She shouted, desperate for her own safety. She finally knew that he was so great.
　“It’s so relaxing,” she lay on the bed, stretching out. She touched her abdomen with her hand and sighed, "I don't have any pressure now. I feel so relaxed - what about you?"
"Yes," he gasped, looking at the floor above his head, " I'm much more relaxed too."
　"Believe me, brother," she said, "as long as we can relax, the days will be easier - we can handle it no matter what!"
　That's it. Except for her "inconvenient days," they saw each other once a week and had sex twice at a time. They didn't live together, but they became closer and closer, and occasionally talked in their hometown dialect. He did have the idea once of wanting her to move here, which would definitely be a big subsidy for her expenses. However, when the words came to his lips, he still did not dare to say them. Her expenses have been reduced, but his expenses are going to increase. He has three meals a day. Can he withstand it? If he can't bear it, and they are asked to move out, the two of them will no longer be able to get along. It's better not to move. It's better to stay the same.
But he was getting more and more worried about her, how could she do it alone. It's better to live together. It's also convenient to buy groceries and have sex together.Sex is really a very strange thing. What kind of medicine is it? How come it makes people so relaxed? Another thing that is also very strange is that if you do it a lot, the person will become clingy, especially close to her, and you want to treat her well. But what kind of "treatment" is considered good is hard to say. However, his little thought was still reflected during sex. In the beginning, when he first started, he was selfish and only wanted to solve his "problem." It's different now, he's more like an older brother, much more considerate. He exerted as much control over himself as possible to make her happier. When she gets better, he gets better too. He just hoped that she would get better soon.
After the autumn cooled down, she went back to her hometown. He actually wanted to go back with her, but when he thought about it, he couldn't. After leaving the Hubu Street Market for two weeks, it was impossible for him to wait for this position. How many people who were stronger than him were staring at his position. He was not polite and just bought her some fruits before leaving, "Let's eat them on the way. Just eat them and wash them off."
They all say, "A breakup is better than a wedding." They didn't know what it was like to be newlywed. However, he and she experienced the wonderful scene of "little farewell". In fact, it was only two weeks apart, but this interval was extraordinary. He is calling the wind, and she can make the rain. So good. This time she didn't give him a rating. She showed her arrogant, brutal and indifferent side and asked again and again. Later, he begged for mercy and said pitifully: "I can't. I still have night shift."
"It doesn't matter. You are my brother, so you have to be nicer to me."
Then be nicer. They went to bed in the afternoon, and by ten o'clock at night she still had no intention of getting up. Later, when he really couldn't do anything "good" anymore, she just lay naked in his naked arms, talking and talking, and even hooked his neck with her arms. The two of them were infinitely happy and entangled. She suddenly said "Oh", remembering something, arched her waist and pulled her coat, and took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her coat. She held the phone and said, "Brother, can we discuss something?" He held her breasts with both hands, rested his chin on her shoulders, raised his head and said, "Let's talk." She asked from the phone Pulled up a photo, it was of a man, and said: "This man's surname is Zhao, he is single, and his annual income is about 160,000 yuan." She clicked the button a few times, and pulled up another photo, but it was another photo. A man said: "Here, my surname is Hao. I have been divorced once. I have a seven-year-old daughter. My annual income is about 300,000 yuan. I have a house and a car." After the introduction, she put the phone on her lap. , holding his hand, she embedded all five of her fingers in his fingers and rubbed them slowly, "I just want to discuss it with you - tell me, which one is better?"
He took the phone over, compared and looked at it over and over again, and finally said, "The surname is Hao." She thought for a while and said, "Actually, I think so too." He said, "It's better to have more income." "She said: "Actually, I think so too. "The discussion process was so simple and the conclusion came out immediately." She lay in his arms very calmly and exhausted, holding hands and rubbing them over and over again. Later she said: "Brother, can you put some clothes on for me?" She acted like a spoiled child. He dressed her naked buttocks and pulled out all the folds of her clothes. He wanted to give her a gift, but she said it was better not to give it away and to eat something quickly. She said, there are also night shifts.
He didn’t send it. After she left, he sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and picked up her hair that fell on the bed. This crazy girl likes to shake her head during sex, and her hair is all over the sheets. He picked them one by one and had no place to put them, so he had to wrap them around the tip of his left index finger. After smoking and stubbing out the cigarette, he put it on for himself. After getting dressed, it was time for him to go downstairs for dinner. When he walked to the aisle, he suddenly felt a little pain on the index finger of his left hand. When he saw it, hey, it was all hair. He pulled down his hair and lit it with a lighter. The building was empty, but the air was filled with her.She smells so good.

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毕飞宇，中国作家协会副主席、江苏省作家协会主席、南京大学教授。 The short story "Breastfeeding Woman" won the first Lu Xun Literary Award, the novella "Corn" won the third Lu Xun Literary Award and the Man Asian Literary Award, and the novel "Massage" won the 8th Mao Dun Literary Award.