Sanya didn't allow him to pull her braids.
But You Que not only pulled it, he also broke it.
He saw that Sanya's hair was smooth and obviously well-groomed. In addition, Guigu once said that female insects in the south like to be beautiful. He thought that she must be particularly careful about her hair. No wonder she was not allowed to be touched.
You Que found an excuse for his behavior just now: "Sorry, I just think your hair is beautiful."
When Sang Ya heard You Que praising her beauty, he paused slightly. The old wound on his back suddenly felt like it was being pricked by needles, causing him to frown unconsciously in pain. Cold sweat soaked his clothes bit by bit.
Southern female insects are undoubtedly beautiful, whether it is their priceless wings, stunning looks, or the long hair they have kept since birth, each of these things is enough to arouse salivation and competition.
But the word "beautiful" has become a derogatory term for them, and even represents the source of disaster.
Because of her "beauty", Sanya's wings were forcibly stripped off; because of her "beauty", he betrayed the glory that a military woman should have; because of her "beauty", he should have been a major general with a promising future, but now he is just a prisoner who can never be cleansed.
he,
I hate this word the most...
You Que didn't know that he had accidentally stepped on a big landmine. He just saw that Sanya didn't say anything and felt that the other party was a little bit off: "What's wrong with you?"
You Que pointed to the bar behind them and said, "This is the bar. They happened to be hiring bartenders, so I went over to apply."
Guigu and John quickly caught up with them, running out of breath: "Why are you walking so fast? We haven't had enough fun yet."
When You Que left the bar, Gui Gu and John were dancing on the dance floor. They all thought that You Que wanted to flirt with the beautiful female insect with long silver-gray hair, so they tacitly did not bother him. Unexpectedly, You Que left so quickly, so they quickly followed him out of the bar.
Sanya's face looked a little pale under the light. He knew that the pain in his back was just a psychological effect, but that feeling was like a maggot attached to his bones and he couldn't get rid of it. Hearing this, he slowly exhaled, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. After a moment, he chuckled and said:
Contempt, ridicule, and gloominess, these three emotions flashed across his eyes one by one, and then disappeared without a trace.
Guigu was so angry. What was going on with these two worms? They made it seem like he had no ambition. He angrily slapped John on the back of his head and said, "You want to find a job? They won't even hire you. You have a hard time even saying a word. How can we expect you to do business?!"
"Beautiful? Such things are useless."
Gui Gu was surprised when he heard this: "Work? What kind of work?"
"You Que! You Que!"
You Que knew he was joking: "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."
It was too late, and it was almost time to go home. You Que opened the door and walked outside the bar, looking at Sang Ya as if to confirm and asked, "So I will come to work tomorrow?"
Charming and ambiguous.
He was born with a pair of thief's hands. Whenever he saw treasure, he wanted to steal or touch it. However, with this job, he would never steal again.
When Sanya raised his head again, his expression had returned to normal. He tilted his head to look at Youque, and saw that he was playing with the thin long hair, his slender fingertips flying around and slowly wrapped around his little finger.
Sang Ya's eyes first fell on You Que's little finger, then on his indescribably handsome face, and finally he retracted his gaze: "You can come next year, too."
You Que glanced at the time and found that it was already nine o'clock: "You guys go back and have fun, don't worry about me, I found a job and have to get up early to go to work tomorrow."
John was also angry: "What...what do you care!"
John stammered, “But… but finding a job… is… not bad… better than stealing… stealing things… I… I also want to find a job…”
Gu Yigu looked at You Que as if he was a fool, and said in surprise: "Are you stupid? Now that the ID photo has been taken, you don't have to make an ugly face. I don't know how many female insects were staring at you in the bar just now. It would be better to just find a rich and beautiful one to marry. Why be a bartender?"
You Que turned his wrist and shook his fingertips at him: "My hands are not very obedient. They will be obedient if they are tied up."
Sang Ya paused: "What are you doing?"
You Que saw that the two of them were about to fight, so he said, "There are more and more patrol teams on the streets recently. You should think of other ways to make money. It's not bad to find a job. At least it's stable."
Gui Gu was somewhat reluctant: "I am a male insect, why should I go out to work?"
You Que was so angry that he laughed: "Then what do you want to do?"
Guigu said as a matter of course: "Of course I'll find a beautiful female insect, the kind that has a house, savings, and a flying machine."
You Que asked back: "Why doesn't this female insect look for a tall, handsome, and employed male insect, but instead looks for a male insect like you who has an empty pocket?"
Gui Gu felt embarrassed and hot on the face because of his stabbing: "Do you mean that I am not tall or pretty?"
He originally had two hundred star coins in his pocket, but they were stolen by that bastard You Que!
You Que found that Gu Yigu had completely missed the point, so he had to give up the idea of persuading him: "Then you should go on a blind date and marry a beautiful, rich and willing female insect as soon as possible. I have something else to do, so I'll go home first."
Gui Gu was at the back, hesitating to speak: "Hey! You..."
The wind was howling at night, and You Que did not hear the shouting behind him. He walked back to his rental house along the same street as before, and after opening the door, it was still as shabby and empty as before, but for some reason, his floating heart rarely fell to the ground.
Is it because of work
You Que came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wiped his hair and lay down on the bed, but he was not sleepy at all. He took out the work contract from his coat pocket and read it over and over again, as if it wrote his rewritten future and his brand new destiny.
You Que found a pen and carefully signed the name on his ID card. Finally, he set an alarm clock, then turned off the lights and went to sleep contentedly.
It rained a lot in Saint-Riez, and it started to drizzle again in the second half of the night. The water streaks on the glass windows blurred the clear world outside. The silence was like a puddle in the corner of the street, shattered by the raindrops falling from the sky.
Sanya always went to bed late, or rather, he couldn't sleep at night. The prisoners in Blackrock Mountain Prison were all wild beasts. If he was a little careless at night, he would be bitten by the wolves lurking in the dark. Over the years, he was used to staying alert and the dead nights.
Feiwen and the others were obviously unable to sleep, and were gathered on the first floor drinking and playing ball. The noisy sounds coming from downstairs were faintly heard, but they were not very clear.
Sanya lives in a room on the second floor of the bar. He doesn't like to hang out with people, so he goes back to his room to rest after closing time.
This room was decorated at great expense by Feiwen, and it was exquisite and luxurious in every place, but Sangya just treated it as an ordinary house. The luggage he brought with him was only enough to fill a small half of the wardrobe, and his clothes were either white or light-colored, and all of them had faded due to washing, which was really out of place.
Sanya walked into the bathroom, untied his hair tie in front of the mirror, and his silver-gray hair fell down like a waterfall. He raised his hand to take off his short-sleeved shirt, and his body was smooth and beautiful, and it was not difficult to see the explosive power contained in it, but there were many old injuries, all of which were left in Black Stone Prison.
"I just think your hair is beautiful."
Sangya heard You Que's words again.
He stared at the mirror thoughtfully, his eyes and eyebrows were like roses covered with thorns, gorgeous yet sharp, his naked upper body was half-hidden by his long silver-gray hair, giving him a hazy sexiness.
is it beautiful
Sanya raised his hand to push his hair aside, and looked at the mirror sideways. He saw two hideous scabbed scars on his shoulder blades, winding on his skin like poison ivy, almost occupying most of his back. These were the scars left when his wings were forcibly cut off. They were not even properly treated, and only a few stitches were hastily sewn, which almost cost him half his life.
Sanya seldom looked at the scar on his back, and even kept his hair long to cover it, because every time he looked at it, he hated it, and that hatred burned his brain like a raging fire, causing him so much pain that even breathing became a luxury.
Even if he cut the noble male insect thousands of times, he could not vent the hatred in his heart.
This wound is really ugly.
Sanya lost interest and let go of his hair. He turned on the shower and began to take a bath, letting the hot water soak his body. His mind, which had finally calmed down since coming to this town, suddenly became a mess because of You Que's words, just like the continuous rain outside, which could not stop no matter what.
The next morning, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and the dark sky was also washed away a little bit of color.
The bar was always open late, and Sanya slept until noon. When he lazily walked out of the room in his pajamas, he looked through the railing to the first floor, and saw a familiar figure sitting at the bar below, it was You Que.
Sang Ya couldn't help but pause when seeing this, and even woke up a little: the bar doesn't open until the afternoon, what is You Que doing here so early
Feiwen happened to pass by Sanya, snapped his fingers in his ear, and deliberately teased him, "Little bartender, why are you still standing here instead of working?"
Sanya frowned: "Bartender?"
Feiwen pointed downstairs and said, "That male insect came here at eight in the morning. Aren't you a relative of the boss working here? He has already started working, why don't you go downstairs?"
The teasing tone in his voice was too obvious. Feiwen thought Sanya was out of her mind. If she wanted to pick up a male insect, she could just pick up a male insect. Why did she give herself the identity of a bartender? Now that male insect came to work every day, he would see what Sanya would do. Would he wash the cups with him
Sanya wiped his face and realized that the reason he made up was a bit stupid. He frowned and asked, "Didn't you tell him that the bar doesn't open until 2 pm?"
Feiwen asked back: "You signed the contract as the employee, so aren't you responsible for this kind of thing?"
The sound of their voices was somewhat obvious. You Que, who was originally sitting at the bar in a daze, subconsciously glanced upstairs, and saw Sang Ya standing at the railing on the second floor talking to the owner Fei Wen.
This female insect had obviously just woken up, with her hair lazily hanging down on her shoulders. Her already delicate face made it even more difficult to tell whether she was a male or a female.
You Que thought that being the boss's relative was good, no one would bother him even if he slept until noon. He couldn't help but yawn. He slept late last night, and wanted to leave a good impression on his boss in the morning, so he got up at seven in the morning and didn't even have breakfast.
Sanya went back to his room to change his clothes, then went downstairs to look for Youque. When he saw the male insect standing obediently beside the bar, he couldn't explain what he felt for a moment: "Why are you here so early?"
You Que didn't understand: "What?"
Sanya: "The bar doesn't open until 2pm."
You Que: “…”
Grass.
You Que was not someone who could not bear to suffer a loss, so he came to his senses and said, "It's okay, I wanted to come here in advance to familiarize myself with the working environment."
Sanya thought to himself that he was really stupid and honest. He looked at the time and saw that it was already noon, so he asked, "Have you had lunch?"
You Que: "No, I'll just find a restaurant nearby and have something to eat later."
The money he had was actually not enough for food, and at most he could buy two loaves of bread to eat.
Sang Ya didn't let You Que go out to eat: "They should be ordering food later. Come upstairs and eat with us at noon."
Feiwen and his friends never cook. They always order food directly from the hotel. They order a large table each time and they can't finish the food. It is much more sumptuous than the cheap fast food outside.
You Que always felt that Sang Ya was a little strange today. To be exact, the other party's mood had been a little strange since last night. For example, Sang Ya no longer called him "Sir" or "you". The simple and harmless feeling of the female insect was fading away little by little, as if it had been washed clean by the rain last night.
Seeing You Que staring at him, Sang Ya looked straight at him without hesitation: "Why are you staring at me?"
You Que came back to his senses a little bit late: "…Nothing, I just feel a little embarrassed that you have helped me so much."
Neither his own father nor his own mother had ever been so kind to him.
Sanya said in an ambiguous tone, "As long as you just make a move, there will be countless female insects willing to help you, offering you a house, a car, and sleeping with you, sir. I just asked for a job for you."
You Que seemed a little unconvinced: "Really?"
Sonya: “You’ll know when the bar opens.”
You Que shook his head slightly, thinking that he was not some popular scumbag, so why did Sanya say such an exaggeration? His right hand, which was clearly knuckled, was originally resting on the edge of the bar, but at this moment, he hooked his fingertips at Sanya and said half-seriously, "Now that I'm hooking my finger with you, why don't you give me a room and a car... and sleep with me?"
You Que paused for a moment before uttering the last two words. His voice was two tones lower, sounding unclear and causing one's heart to beat wildly.
Sang Ya was not sure whether You Que was teasing him on purpose, because he suddenly discovered that there was a circle of shiny things on the male insect's little finger, which looked very much like the hair that was plucked yesterday, and it was densely wrapped around in circles, like a ring.
Sanya paused: "What's wrapped around your hand?"
You Que spread his hands and said, "Your hair, do you want it? I'll give it back to you."
Who would pick up hair and return it
Sang Ya stretched out his hand to take it back, but as soon as he touched You Que's palm, his fingertips were hooked by him and he couldn't get free.
Sanya had never had such contact with the opposite sex before, and his heartbeat was flustered for a moment. He always felt that this male insect was teasing him, and the more he struggled, the tighter he held on to him. Finally, he stopped and stared at him without saying a word.
You Que was just joking with Sanya, and let go of his hand after a moment. He untied the hair on his little finger slowly, and asked with a smile: "Give it to me, you have so much hair anyway, it won't matter if you lose one more."
Sanya's right hand was sweating a little, and he hid it behind his back without leaving a trace: "It's just a worthless hair, what do you want it for?"
You Que gave a simple reason: "The color is very special, I want to collect it."
Sang Ya finally turned around and went upstairs. He always felt that it was very strange for him to continue to argue with You Que over a hair, but when he reached the corner of the stairs, he couldn't help but take a look downstairs.
You Que lowered his head, wrapped the long hair around his fingertips, and finally tied a beautiful knot, then put the hair into his shirt pocket.
He seemed to be reminding something, and also to remember something. It was as if the hair had entangled his conscience that had been soaked in the mud for a long time, and then was pulled out bit by bit with difficulty, reminding him not to steal or rob, and not to forget this pull.
It started last night and I don’t know when it will end.
But You Que hoped that this restraint could last forever. Since he was a child, he hoped that someone would pull him, pull him, and remind him. Although it came a little late, and although the power of that hand was not great, for You Que, a little bit was enough.
He only cares if there is anyone willing to help him.
(End of this chapter)