Aunt Xia's name is Xia Lixin. She lives downstairs in Zhang Yuan's house and has a good relationship with Zhang Yuan's mother.
In the past few days, Zhang Yuan also learned from his mother’s bluffing voice that the reason why he was able to enter the aristocratic school of Zhongda High School was thanks to Xia Lixin’s help, or else he had no background in his family. There is no grade, and the school won't ask for the cold money in exchange for dual-use life.
Xia Lixin's husband was a driver of an old textile factory. She died in a car accident in the year her daughter was born, leaving behind her spoiled wife and young daughters to struggle with life.
Xia Lixin has the common shrewdness of Zhonghai women. While going to work, she rented a small shop at the entrance of the tube building and opened a small shop. She is looked after by Xia Lixin’s old mother during the day. In the evening, she will see for herself when she comes back from get off work. Daughter Lu Yao can also help. A family of three generations of women has a busy and orderly life.
The shop seems to be very busy, but it's not very good. People bought a lot of goods and went to Carrefour not far away, and the small shop at the door also sold a few packs of cigarettes and bags of toilet paper.
Those who wander around here every day are all idle aunts, or men with Xia Lixin's idea, or boys with Luyao's idea. There are a lot of right and wrong in front of the widow, which has been the case since ancient times.
Especially for such a beautiful and charming widow who makes people drooling, but in recent years, Xia Lixin has a good reputation in the neighborhood, but no one has ever said that she has something to do with a man.
But the more masterless the flower, the more lonely and impatience the hardworking bees want to take a mouthful of honey. Even if they can't succeed, they will be happy to stand down and hit their hands against the waist.
Here comes one today.
This is a man who doesn't seem to be young, but some of his sex is still young and strong. Walking into the shop, Xia Lixin was even more impulsive when he saw a lotus like a lotus. There was no one else in the shop, who was in his arms, but he would not come in when there were people.
"Come and pack Hongta Mountain." The man said, with a thief-like nervousness in his heart.
"Okay." Xia Lixin stood up and walked to the shelf.
This is a small shop. There are two shelves against the wall. Everything that can be sold is placed on the shelves. There is no counter. Instead, there are a few square stools at the door for convenience. We use it for small talk.
There was not much smoke on the shelf, so Xia Lixin bent down and wanted to unpack a new one from the cabinet at the bottom of the shelf.
When Xia Lixin leaned over, she revealed a white calf under the white gauze skirt, a small exquisite ankle, a curvy calf without a trace of fat, with a wonderful curvature, and her high butt, round and straight. Fatty, you can vaguely see the edges of the panties in the skirt.
All of these made the old pervert impulsive and unable to control himself. The old pervert looked around, as if looking at the items on the shelf, but slowly approached his feet. He wanted to lean on and rubbed it twice. Even if Xia Lixin felt it, he wouldn’t say no. Exit.
The old pervert quickly moved to the back of Xia Lixin, and she had not found the cigarette in the low cabinet, and the old pervert showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Close. The old satyr held his breath, straightened his lower abdomen and leaned up slowly. There was a hint of tension in his heart, but this tension made him even more impulsive.
Closer. The position of the old satyr is accurate. On such a hot day, everyone's clothes are thin and few. It must be very exciting to hit it.
Has touched it, the pants have touched the skirt. The old pervert's heart jumped wildly, and he couldn't resist swallowing his saliva. Today this tofu has been eaten a lot.
at this time. A violent attack, the old satyr suddenly felt his arm hit by someone.
"Oh, my mother!" The old satyr stumbled and stumbled, his legs crossed like Zhao Benshan, and he slammed into one of the walls. It was very difficult to stand firmly, and a young man with a hairy head stood aside with a smile.
"Who's unlucky boy, why don't you walk without eyes!" The old satyr was very dissatisfied with the silly boy who disturbed him.
"This is... What's wrong?" Xia Lixin looked back at the two in confusion.
"Aunt Xia, I'll buy a pack of cigarettes." Zhang Yuan ignored the old pervert, and he could not help but let others vent their depression when they broke the good things.
"Oh, how about Hongta Mountain?" Xia Lixin asked, she had already found Cigarette.
The old satyr found that this little boy still knew the female shopkeeper, and the collision plan was completely bankrupt, so he had to pass the money and get the cigarette first, walked to the door, and did not forget to look at Zhang Yuan with resentment.
Zhang Yuan smiled and shouted at his back, "Uncle, you forgot to pull the zipper of your pants."
When the old pervert heard this, he shrank, and immediately accelerated, and trot into the dark and quiet path. It was obvious that he didn't pull it on purpose.
Xia Lixin probably understood what was going on at this moment, passed the cigarette, and smiled softly and helplessly, "Thank you, Xiao Yuan has grown up and is useful."
"What's the use?" Zhang Yuan took the cigarette, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, a little bit depressed. He suddenly felt that he was quite useless. He was already homeless for a while, and there was no money for a pack of cigarettes. Don’t worry, I will have money to pay it back."
Zhang Yuan felt that it was the first time that he had done this kind of embarrassing thing, and he was a little embarrassed. In his impression, he had never been short of money.
"Hehe, the auntie is ready to treat, but smoking is not good, when did you have this hobby, after amnesia?" Xia Lixin smiled and sat back on the square stool.
The shop was a little gloomy. A very old off-line lamp was weakly lit, projecting Xia Lixin's figure on the yellow wall, the light was shaking, and the figure swung back and forth. Xia Lixin put one leg on the other, sitting upright.
Zhang Yuan didn't answer, he sullied his cigarette and said suddenly, "If you change into a cheongsam, it will be more like."
"Like what?" Xia Lixin frowned and squinted suspiciously.
"The heroine in the old movies of the 1930s."
"Hehe." Xia Lixin smiled from ear to ear, "Hehe, the heroine, am I so pretty? You can just say that Aunt Xia is old-fashioned."
"Hmm...is there a fire?" Zhang Yuan took out a cigarette, a little anxious, like an old smoker who couldn't hold back a moment after smoking for decades.
"Come on, Auntie will give you some." Xia Lixin brought a lighter and handed it up. Suddenly found Zhang Yuan's hands wrapped in gauze, "Fighting?"
"No." Zhang Yuan didn't want to say much about this. He didn't believe anyone when he said it. He pulled a square stool and sat at a distance in the dark at the entrance of the store.
Can't wait to take a puff of cigarette, sniff it into the lungs, let the loneliness and troubles stir evenly. Also, loneliness.
Zhang Yuan's heart is lonely, and every agent is lonely.
Lurking in the depths of the uninhabited desert, he is lonely. In the bustling and bustling Vienna Golden Hall, he was still alone. Even in front of his parents and relatives, he is still lonely.
This profession is destined to be alone. The cigarette he inhales is invisible loneliness, the fog he exhales is melting loneliness, the soot he bombs is scattered and lonely, will he still choose to live like a lone wolf in the past and this life
Where to come from, where to go.
This is a problem that troubles Zhang Yuan. People always have faith, or they want the life they want, but what life he wants is, he himself can't tell.
"Really changed someone." Xia Lixin said quietly, looking at Zhang Yuan's back, she was so deserted, and so lonely in the dark, the blue smoke entangled beside him, as if there was endless talk. thought. Xia Lixin also walked into the darkness.
"Fighting with parents?" She put her hand on his shoulder, feeling very warm.
"Oh, it's not quarrels that bother me."
"what is that?"
"I do not know either."
Xia Lixin did not continue to question, but paused for a while and said: "After smoking, go home."
"I ran away from home." Zhang Yuan laughed, and finally realized what it was like to run away from home. "That's not the home I wanted."
"I think you should be considerate of them. They have been old neighbors for so many years. I know that their characters are rude, direct and unacceptable, but." Xia Lixin paused, "Your dad stays at home every day, everywhere. I can’t go. Of course I’m not feeling very comfortable. Your mother works outside and can’t express her breath. If you hold it back for a long time, you will get sick. You should let them vent and let them vent. If you feel uncomfortable, you will not hear it."
"Then Aunt Xia, if you are angry outside, will you go home to vent to your family?" Zhang Yuan turned to look at Xia Lixin beside him.
Xia Lixin's eyes dimmed suddenly, "Perhaps it depends on the person's character."
"It would be fine if I was born in Aunt Xia's house. Aunt Xia is so nice, kind and gentle, much better than my mother."
"Hehe, then call me godmother, I really want to have a son, how about it?" Xia Lixin moved her hand from Zhang Yuan's shoulder to the back of his head and caressed.
"Godmother." Zhang Yuan didn't hesitate. He felt that the mother and daughter of this family had treated him best since he was born again, and his temper was also warm to Zhang Yuan's appetite.
"Hey..." Xia Lixin's words were a little excited. The so-called top pillar. A man is a pillar, and there is no man in a family for so many years, and the hardship is obvious.
The hardships are hard, and the hardships can only be swallowed by themselves, and there are no people who speak. Now that there is an extra son, how can Xia Lixin not be excited. "Godson."
"Hey."
"Haha, good." Xia Lixin couldn't help smiling, her eyes couldn't help being a little wet, and her arms couldn't help holding Zhang Yuan's head tightly in her arms.