Home
It's not really a home, it's just a basement with shelter from the wind and rain, but the air is damp and moldy—
The air is filled with the pungent smell of perfume, mixed with the smell of some cheap fast food such as bread and instant noodles;
The sanitation is fairly clean, but those explicit and beautiful clothes are thrown everywhere...
Could this be a home
Absolutely not!
Because it does not have the warmth and comfort of home, only the coldness and loneliness of wandering in the world, even if it is decorated like a "home", it still cannot conceal the bitterness of loneliness.
This basement is Xiaohong's "home", and the only place that can be called comfortable is a bed that can barely squeeze two people—
The bed is a frame made of wood, with a pink mosquito net hanging, and the red bedding has the smell of laundry detergent, which is the only fresh fragrance here.
Liu Yanbo is now lying on this bed, quietly smoking a cigarette—
This basement made him a little confused.
For a long time, Liu Yanbo also lived in a similar or even worse environment, living in the darkest corners of many cities.
What was he then
Gray rat
cockroach
Liu Yanbo suddenly snuffed out the remaining half of the cigarette, because he suddenly felt a little disgusted, this nausea was not because of the mixed smell in this basement, nor was it because he discriminated against Xiaohong who lived here, but because of he himself.
Liu Yanbo suddenly felt that he had changed, as if he could no longer get used to the life he used to live, and this was the reason why he felt disgusted, because—
To deny the past is to deny yourself.
vomit~
Liu Yanbo began to retch, his whole body trembled violently, his nose and tears flowed, his hands kept scratching his body...
Bang Dang~
Xiaohong, who was in the bathroom, ran out after hearing a loud noise, and saw Liu Yanbo writhing on the ground in pain. She had encountered this situation many times in this basement, so she was quite calm.
She ran over to help Liu Yanbo up, knowingly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Fan, fan..." Liu Yanbo hissed, "Is there any fan? Give me the fan."
"Yes, yes, I'll get it for you right now."
After Xiaohong finished speaking, she ran into the bathroom again, and when she came out, she held a thermos cup in her hand, and then she took out a small packet of white "powder" from it.
When Liu Yanbo saw the powder in Xiaohong's hand, he rushed towards her like crazy...
Everything returned to calm, Liu Yanbo lay lazily on the bed again, while Xiaohong lay on his body in a sexy black silk pajamas, and said coquettishly: "I never thought you are also a fellow."
Liu Yanbo lit a cigarette, and said dissatisfiedly, "Your product is too inferior. Why, you are afraid that I can't afford it, so you deliberately fool me with inferior products?"
"What's the matter, how could I fool you?" Xiaohong argued: "The goods here are all like this, even if you have money, you can't buy the second kind of goods."
Hearing this, Liu Yanbo became even more dissatisfied, and murmured: "In the border of Nanzhao Province, if you have money, you can't buy good goods. Do you treat me as a three-year-old child?"
After finishing speaking, he squeezed Xiaohong's body, and said with a smirk: "If you don't give me a good reason today, let's see how I will deal with you later."
"Hate~"
Xiao Hong lightly hammered Liu Yanbo's chest twice, smiled even more coquettishly, and said after a while: "There must be a reason, but I told you, you can't say it."
"I swear, if I tell you, I will die on your bed." Liu Yanbo laughed.
"You are really annoying~"
The two played for a while, before Xiaohong said out of breath: "Let me tell you, the good goods here from abroad are monopolized by people, but those who engage in monopoly are not willing to sell to the locals. So now The goods here are all secretly brought in by peddlers from other provinces. In order to increase profits, the proportion of their natural adulteration is much higher. You think there are any good goods to sell to us."
"Who is so awesome, who can still monopolize overseas sources of goods, and refuses to sell to you locals, and doesn't make any money, is he an idiot?" Liu Yanbo clamored, showing a look of dominance. "It's still causing me to use such a poor product. If you tell me who he is, I will smash him to death with money."
cluck~
Xiaohong smiled and said: "Look at what you can, you even use money to kill people."
Liu Yanbo rolled his eyes, like a big rooster trying to maintain his dignity in front of an old hen, and said with a heavy face, "You don't believe it?"
"I believe it, I believe it." Xiaohong's smile was really professional and remained unchanged. "I also hope that you will kill him with money, but unfortunately I don't know who he is."
"Little red beauty, are you deliberately playing tricks on me tonight?" Liu Yanbo's hand started to play tricks again.
"Don't scratch, I'm really ticklish." Xiaohong giggled and said, "I really don't know who it is. I also heard from my cousin that a person named "Cave Master" monopolized those foreign tourists. Good stuff. My cousin used to be a businessman, but he didn’t know who the cave owner was, but he said that the people in the Galu Mountain Forest Farm were all subordinates of the cave owner, and that forest farm was their transit point.”
"Little handsome guy, are you going to use money to smash them to death now?"
"What are you going to do now!" Liu Yanbo smirked again, "I'm going to smash you to death first tonight."
"..."
Xiaohong didn't speak any more, she suddenly took the initiative to kiss Liu Yanbo's lips, and started to unbutton his clothes with both hands. The latter was not idle either, his right hand slowly slid down her hair, and finally landed on her neck, and then pressed down gently—
Thousands of people with thousands of faces, he is really good at acting.
Liu Yanbo took out all the thousands of dollars in cash from his body and put them on the bedside. Anyway, the money belonged to Zhao Li, so he really didn't feel bad about spending it.
Before leaving, Liu Yanbo gently covered Xiaohong with a quilt. He didn't look down on her, because they were the same kind of people from a certain point of view, the same loneliness, the same surrender to fate, it was just—
He can choose, but she has no choice.
…
It was late at night, and occasionally a mountain wind blew, blowing up the dust and paper scraps on the street, making it even more desolate and desolate, which had already been deserted.
Liu Yanbo was walking alone on the street, and he no longer had the unrestrained unrestrainedness of a disciple, nor the joy after hearing the news. He just wanted to call Yin Hanruo all of a sudden.
After the call was connected, Yin Hanruo's sleepy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello!"
Liu Yanbo didn't speak, just quietly listening to her breathing.
"Liu Yanbo, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" Yin Hanruo asked doubtfully.
After a long time, a different kind of smile suddenly appeared on Liu Yanbo's face, looking very warm and satisfied, just like the sunshine in March in Yangchun, he smiled faintly: "It's nothing, I just want to hear Your voice."
... ... (to be continued)