Lv Zhichun, the back door of Linan University, the shampoo boy in a barber shop at the east end of Sunshine Street. I didn't ask much when hiring in the store. I saw that he was a little boy with a clean duty. He asked for a copy of his ID card and kept it.
Qiao Fengtian didn't know much, but he only knew that he rented in Lujiawa in the south of the city.
Lujiawa is an urban village that Linan has not had time to transform. In the place like an ant's nest, there are many gamblers, drunkards and homeless people, as many as the three hands that lead the sheep. Linan people have never liked to see there, they are prejudiced, and they don't like to run there. It is said that he entered the depression, and when the buttocks are inexplicably lightened, it is not clear when the pants were touched.
Qiao Fengtian took a taxi directly to the south of the city.
After a stop at Wa, I realized what kind of building can be called tricky. The illegal construction is built on top of the illegal construction, and another illegal construction is stuffed like a needle in the two illegal construction seams.
The dense circles are gathered together, and the wind and rain can't sweep in, and the sun can't penetrate. Looking at the precariousness, it has become an inexplicable harmonious, unified system like defending the enemy.
The low-lying alleys are deep and narrow, dark and twisty, the wine bottles are scattered, the water is full, and the cold water droplets from nowhere suddenly hit the tip of the nose. It is quiet and unpopular in the early morning. Qiao Fengtian lifted the mask to the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat subconsciously. Turning three corners in, there is a faint light.
It's not a square patio hole.
Borrowing some light from the sky, a stove was set up against the wall, and a short woman with a big chest and a bulging belly was cooking a pot of boiling water by the stove, holding a small handful of noodles in her hand. Next to him was a knee-high baby boy, sleepy, climbing a rusted iron ladder, and the little leather shoes on his feet made a screeching noise when he ran.
Qiao Fengtian stepped forward to inquire about the woman, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the child rushed over and hugged Qiao Fengtian as if he had seen something new.
"Hey, be careful." Qiao Fengtian held the child's saliva pad and stabilized his swaying little body, "Hello, may I ask... Does Lu Zhichun live here?"
"Lu Hechun? Doudou here!" The short woman stretched out her hand to bring the child behind her, wiped the table, and her palms were covered with a cloud of moldy ashes and smeared it on the apron, "Just Lu Jiuchun, a small thin bamboo pole. Son, red hair, is that what you're looking for?"
"Jiuchun?"
Yes, Lu Zhichun is still a pseudonym.
"Almost... Could I ask you where does he live?"
The woman points upstairs. In the courtyard hole, there are clothes hangers, panties, shirts, and small drops of water dripping. "The room on the corner of the second floor where the briquettes are placed has a wangzi posted on the door. I haven't seen the boy going out for three or four days. I think I'm lost in love or lost my job, and it just so happens that you go to see it too."
"Hey, thank you."
After wandering around to find the room where Lv Zhichun lived, Qiao Fengtian didn't rush to knock on the door first. He leaned against a square window, pulled open a bunch of withered and yellow wormwood that had already died, and poked his head inside. Through a layer of frosted frosted glass, you can clearly see a small yellow light dizzy inside.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
Qiao Fengtian curled his fingers and knocked gently on the door.
"Who, who is it?" Lv Zhichun shouted inside, Qiao Fengtian closed his mouth and didn't answer, paused for two seconds and then knocked twice in a hurry.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
Lu Zhichun dawdled out of the bed, kicked his slippers and moved to the door, "Hey, come, don't knock."
As soon as the door opened, Lv Zhichun was startled when he saw Qiao Fengtian, and subconsciously wanted to close the door. Who would have known that Qiao Fengtian stretched out his feet and jammed into the crack of the door, and his arms used force through the door frame. Flexible like a rabbit.
"What are you hiding from?"
"No, I didn't hide... Who hid?" The attempt was unsuccessful, and he dared not tell the truth.
Lv Zhichun wore a washable cashmere yarn, washed jeans, and unkempt hair. He shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, took two steps back and sat back on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head and picked up the squeaky cottage psp beside the pillow.
"You... just sit down."
Qiao Fengtian looked around the rental house and couldn't help frowning.
There was a calf-high broken bed, a simple standing cabinet with a missing pull tab, a square table with rounded corners for eating, and a "little sun" that lit up at Lv Zhichun's feet. The table was piled with undelivered takeaway boxes, leftover beverage bottles, ashes of magazines and newspapers, and two pots of fern that had been rotten from root to tip. The room was filled with an indescribable musty, gloomy and murky, damp as if half a moon had not seen the light.
This fucking has to sit on the ceiling.
"Hey." Qiao Fengtian raised his hand and turned on the sconce on the wall, "The ID card you showed me was fake, right? It's awesome, Lu Jiuchun."
Lu Zhichun narrowed his eyes, pressed the remote sensing finger for a moment, lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "Who is Lu Jiuchun..."
"Whoever talks to me is Lu Jiuchun." Qiao Fengtian raised his foot and closed the door with a "bang".
"My name is not Lu Jiuchun, my name is Lu Zhichun, Zhi-chun!" He reluctantly emphasized it again.
"so what?"
Lu Zhichun stared at him, swallowed his saliva, and scratched his burgundy, messy, post-modern hair. After a while, he lowered his head again, "Nine springs, nine springs, nine springs... It sounds really uncultured and vulgar..."
Qiao Fengtian just copied a fancy magazine and threw it over, and slapped it on his head!
"What the hell do you think you've changed to know the spring and the spring? It's too stylish? Look up the flowers and change it to 'Chun Mian, you're just graduating from junior high school and pretending to be me!"
Lv Zhichun looked at Qiao Fengtian anxiously, opened his mouth and said, "Aren't you also a professional high school..."
"Fuck off! Don't talk shit about me! If you don't say a word, you'll be absent from work for four days. You treat it as a playground in my store. If you can't say it, you won't come? When me and melon do charity for you, boy? Aren't you afraid that I won't pay you a cent of your salary this month?"
"I… "
"'I' you second uncle!"
In fact, Qiao Fengtian has always been good to people. If you don't make big troubles, you can do whatever you want. Don't treat yourself as your boss and treat your employees as little brothers. Lv Zhichun regarded him as the most important thing. First, he was young, second, he was diligent and lively, and third, he was like himself - born gay.
Such a road, twists and turns, muddy, full of thorns, such a circle, mixed with fish and dragons, mud and sand, Qiao Fengtian prided himself on coming here, and always looked at Lu Zhichun more. Who would have thought that two or three eyes were not steady, and people gave him such an appearance.
Qiao Fengtian walked over to the bed and sat down, brushing off the thin ash on his knees.
"The first class of Wenbo Ben in the School of Humanities lives in Building 29 in the new district, and his name is Zhan Zhengxing, right?"
Hearing this, Lv Zhichun's psp "Bah" fell off his hands. It's like someone suddenly took off his pants.
"Don't ask me how I know, your brother, I have a much wider social circle than you in Lida." Qiao Fengtian looked at him with a pale and unnatural blushing face for a while, "To be honest, you have an affair with this person. How many times have you had sex? Are you wearing a condom? Are you willing?"
Lv Zhichun never thought that Qiao Fengtian would know, "You, don't ask me... this... I don't know... "
He pressed the soft key in his hand crampedly, stubbornly refusing to look up again. He also ducked to the side in a panic, trying to avoid Qiao Fengtian's parent-like scrutiny.
Qiao Fengtian has strong eyebrows, and when he looks at people seriously, he can always show a bit of uncertainty about good and evil, and he seems to be able to see people's hearts. Pick one for me or I'll open you right away."
Lu Zhichun's shoulders trembled, he nodded after assessing the situation, "Injured, injured... Right."
"Still bleeding?"
Lu Zhichun clasped the hem of his clothes with both hands, looking embarrassed, his eyes flickering, helpless and ashamed, "Yes... Brother Qiao... Don't ask..."
Qiao Fengtian kicked the foot of the bed, stretched out his arms and dragged a fleece down jacket from the bed and placed it on Lu Zhichun's slumped shoulders.
"Go, go to the hospital."
Lv Zhichun panicked immediately, and his voice opened, "I'm not going to the hospital! I'm not going with you!"
"No fucking asking you to pay." Qiao Fengtian reached out and grabbed Lu Zhichun's thin arm.
"I'm not going! I'm not going to Brother Qiao! It's not money! It's not because of money. Hey, Brother Qiao! Brother! My own brother!" If he dared to kick Qiao Fengtian, he could only snatch his vise-like hand, causing the bed board to squeak.
"What kind of broken bedboard are you?"
Lu Zhichun was stunned for a moment, then pushed and shoved: "Why do you care about this, don't drag me! Brother Qiao! What do you want me to tell the doctor?! It's embarrassing to kill my mother!"
"How do you say it?! What do you say that your shy hole was stabbed by a dog. My mother-in-law!" If he really wanted to talk in a vulgar manner, Qiao Fengtian was able to inherit the mantle of his mother without any difficulty.
"Then I'd rather die here!"
According to Lin Shuangyu, she lives like a "virtuous and virtuous woman".
Qiao Fengtian let go. Lv Zhichun, who had broken the restraint, hurriedly turned around his sore wrist. Before Qiao Fengtian could continue to attack, Lv Zhichun suddenly stepped forward and sunk his waist, his upper and lower lips suddenly moved slightly, his back was deeply curled into a bow shape, and a suppressed pain overflowed his mouth without noticing.
After reacting, it was naturally too late to gag, and Qiao Fengtian could hear it clearly.
He immediately sat back next to Lu Zhichun and put his hand on the other's shoulder. Lv Zhichun was thinner than Qiao Fengtian imagined. It seems that it can no longer be described as thinning and clearing.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Qiao Fengtian frowned, and his voice, which had been high for a second, couldn't help slowing down, "Does it hurt somewhere? Well? Tell me."
Lu Zhichun was so uncomfortable, he still shook his head stubbornly, covering his lower abdomen with his hands.
"Is it the stomach?" Qiao Fengtian raised his mask, trying to reach out to press it.
"Uh—don't press it!" Reluctantly moved back half a meter, "don't press me, please don't press..."
"Does it really hurt your stomach?"
"… Yes"
"What kind of pain?" Qiao Fengtian guessed that he ate too much takeout and reversed his routine, which damaged his gastrointestinal function.
Lu Zhichun took a deep breath and then coughed hard. He felt relieved for a moment, and his eyes widened, "That's right, it's blocked... Ah no, no, it's just a normal stomach ache."
"Blocked?" As smart as Qiao Fengtian, he picked up the most important word.
Lv Zhichun waved his hand hurriedly, "It's not blocked, it's not blocked, I didn't say it was blocked." Naturally, there is no such thing as a lie. It is clear that there is no silver 300 taels here, and the next door Wang Er never stole it.
Hearing the secrecy in the words, Qiao Fengtian frowned, thought for two seconds, and his expression suddenly became cold. He reached out and picked up Lu Zhichun's hot and thin chin, pinched it and slammed it in his direction.
"Tell me honestly, did the beast stuff something into your anus?"
What Qiao Fengtian said was not obscure at all.
Lv Zhichun blinked, his face turned red with a swipe, his eyes flickered, and he said to him, "No... he he... my... "
"If you continue to lie here and there, I will send you back to Xiatang with the shop!"
"Hey, I said, I said, I said!" Lu Zhichun lowered his eyebrows and flicked on the spot, "Just... just one, a small fake, a fake fake... a dildo, the kind of soft rubber... out , can't get out."
"Lu Zhichun, I'll fuck you uncle!"
Qiao Fengtian stood up and kicked the warm light through the socket. The lampshade flipped over and hit the keel, and Ding Lingwusi shattered a concrete plastic shell. There was a lot of movement, and Lv Zhichun curled up his legs in fright.
Qiao Feng was born to laugh angrily. After inquiring about the news, I knew that he was injured, but I didn't know that he kept such a secret in silence. Together with yourself, if you want to grab people today, just next to each other? hide? Ashamed
Water hyacinth in my brain!
"Haven't read the book? Haven't read the newspaper? Do you think it's a trivial matter? Infection will kill people, right? It's not fucking dead. Maggots are born in the rented house and they smell. A fire is only comfortable, isn't it?! You are only nineteen years old, please help me clearly! Do you want your face or your life?!"
The appearance of gnashing his teeth shattered Lu Zhichun's courage. He pressed his stomach in a daze, his eyebrows twitched, as if he had put all the worries and grievances on his face these days.
"No... I'm afraid..."
Qiao Fengtian was pacing back and forth in the house, the corners of his cheeks protruded under the mask, and he wished to spin in place, "If you don't go to the hospital with me today, either I will call 120, or I will call the winter melon over to drag you away, he is so big. You know that I can tie the two of you with one hand, and I don’t brag. As for you, don’t even try to hide or run. It’s the worst way to be a man if you invite your neighbors. I don't believe it anymore." He put his hand on Lv Zhichun's face and gave an "ultimatum".
The tip of Lu Zhichun's nose was visibly spread out with a faint pink color, he leaned back, put his hand over his eyes, and suddenly burst into tears.
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ps. Cultural and Museology is the abbreviation, the full name is Cultural Relics and Museology ww