Another month has passed, on Sunday evening,
Lu Qiang received a letter by express delivery. The envelope was blue and white, and the corners were curled and wrinkled.
He turned his eyes and couldn't help licking his lips.
The words on it are crooked and familiar.
The addressee column says Qian Yuanqing, and the address is Qian Shulin Village, Wuqing County, Huaizhou City. The sender's name is Lu Qiang.
The courier he sent was returned intact.
Lu Qiang tightened his grip on the corners, and after a few seconds, he tore off the seal of the courier. The contents inside were very thin, just two pieces of paper, a check for 100,000 yuan, and a letter. The letter was full of half a page, but it could be seen that it was carefully written stroke by stroke.
He read it from beginning to end, folded it, moved his fingers, and folded it in half again. He paused for a moment, and suddenly tore the letter to pieces again.
Residents were coming and going at the gate of the community. He took a step back, turned around, and threw the things in his hand into the courier bag. A fragment fell on the ground, faintly revealing half of the word "Married Marriage", and was blown away by the wind in just a split second.
Lu Qiang looked at the check, and finally put it away together with the pile of waste paper.
He walked into the house, and someone called him: "Brother Qiang."
Lu Qiang stopped, and Genzi ran in with two bags of mutton slices and various vegetables in his hands, "Brother Qiang, why is your phone not working? I have been calling all day."
Lu Qiang glanced at his hand: "It's broken."
"Why is it broken?"
"Broken."
Genzi was taken aback, "Nothing happened, right?"
"No." He didn't say that he smashed the door that day, but said, "I accidentally dropped it."
Genzi breathed a sigh of relief: "Your old phone should be replaced." He followed Lu Qiang into the house, "I will buy you a smart one tomorrow. Now that technology is advanced, the screen is unlocked with fingerprints. Tell me something If so, it can help you make a call."
Lu Qiang didn't take that issue, and put the courier on the table: "Why did you come here directly?"
Genzi said: "Brother, it's been a long time since we got together. I think this place is very good, so I decided to save Kundong and the others to have a meal. After buying everything, Dalong went to buy a pot."
Lu Qiang folded his legs on the table, lit a cigarette, and said nothing.
Genzi didn't know what to do, and always felt that he had something on his mind today, and he was in a bad mood. He tentatively asked, "Brother, is it convenient?"
Lu Qiang exhaled the smoke ring, and glanced at it: "It's not convenient."
Genzi was startled, but saw him suddenly bend the corner of his mouth: "Later, wait for less people."
Genzi sat down firmly on the chair, relaxed, and then observed the small hut. The electric fan on the table was blowing hot air. He glanced over and saw the courier next to him. He stretched his neck. The words on it were blurred, but he could see the general idea, and he understood it in his heart.
"Brother," he asked, "was it sent back again?"
"Um."
"A few years ago, you asked me to send the money back, and I sent it to your overseas account."
Lu Qiang nodded.
"Don't worry, I used Sister Li Qing's account to transfer, no one will find out."
Lu Qiang: "Yes."
The root is puzzled: "I don't understand, bro, you don't need money, every day..."
He hesitated to speak, and secretly looked at Lu Qiang. It’s no wonder that he wears a white-washed thin sweater, old Beijing cloth shoes, and usually eats steamed buns and eats at roadside stalls. If it weren’t for this face and muscular body that can bluff people, he would definitely be regarded as a beggar.
Lu Qiang also glanced at himself, and said mockingly: "I've been in prison for so long, I forgot how to spend money."
Genzi said, "Why don't you go back to your hometown and have a look?"
After a pause of two seconds, Lu Qiang looked out the window: "I have no face to go back."
Genzi said: "It's easy to talk about now, she will forgive you one day, after all, you are..."
Lu Qiang didn't want to talk about this anymore, so he interrupted him: "What did you say about the smartphone?"
Genzi immediately repeated the function again.
Lu Qiang nodded his desktop: "Come and pick me up tomorrow if you have nothing to do."
"Um?"
Lu Qiang said: "Find a place to spend."
...
At ten o'clock in the evening, the community was silent, and the street lamps in the distance cast a gentle light.
The people walking and dancing were almost scattered, only a few sporadic ones came back late and hurried past the door. The stone table behind the sentry box was temporarily used to put bowls and chopsticks, and the pot in the middle was bubbling, with smoke curling up and the smell of meat overflowing.
Several men were shirtless, sitting around the stone table. Lu Qiang is very popular, and occasionally a resident would come over, instead of complaining, he would greet him with a smile and ask about the late dinner.
Kun Dong brought two bottles of Erguotou, and it didn't take long for them to reach the bottom. Everyone was flushed from drinking, sweating profusely under the heat, but they couldn't be refreshed. Lu Qiang has an extra hurdle vest, but it can't cover the bumps all over his body. The muscles on his shoulders are strong and sexy, exuding a vigorous beauty under the soft light.
Hey, a few people shouted at the top of their voices, yelling five and six.
Lu Qiang frowned: "Be quiet."
The volume just dropped. Lu Qiang picked up a chopstick and put the meat in the soup to rinse it back and forth twice, without dipping the seasoning, just threw it into his mouth, and then went to pick up the cigarette in his hand after eating. He didn't talk much, and probably listened to other people's bragging.
An hour later, after drinking enough wine, he began to boil meat and eat vegetables. Kun Dong glanced at the path in front of the door, and walked over to the two women together.
He said: "Brother Qiang, you have a lot of eyesight, there are quite a lot of beauties in this place."
Lu Qiang didn't even raise his head: "It's you. You've been thinking about that thing in your crotch all day long."
Kun Dong choked.
"That's right," Genzi took over, "And you see through your eyes? It's been half a day, how do you know it's a beautiful woman?"
Kun Dong rubbed his chin: "Just these two, you can't go wrong looking at your figure."
Genzi glanced, "You are fucking blind! Is this not bad? The buttocks are hanging down to the heels, so it's not half as good as Li Qing."
Lu Qiang sneered and said, "Promise."
Kun Dong scolded him: "You are not blind, Li Qing is not drooping, but your breasts are all out of your grandma's house."
"Fuck," Gen Zi jumped up and hit him with chopsticks: "Say it again..."
The others laughed, Dalong suddenly whistled, and Lu Qiang looked up at him.
Dalong's eyes were straightened, "Look at this, this is good..."
Several people followed his line of sight, a woman just entered the door, and passed in front of the sentry box. The man raised his ponytail high, lowered his eyes, and had a beautiful face. The warm light illuminated her smooth forehead, her eyebrows were straight, and the bridge of her nose was straight. She was wearing a slightly tight black shirt with a full chest, the hem was tucked into white pencil pants, the back waist was narrow, and the buttocks were wrapped into a ripe peach shape.
Dalong whistled again.
This time the woman heard it, turned her head, but didn't dare to look in this direction, her footsteps paused slightly, but her pace was more urgent than before.
Dalong jumped up, "Hey, little girl."
The girl almost ran away.
Genzi said: "This is really the best."
"Where is it, where is it?" Kun Dong also stood up, "I didn't see clearly just now..."
The little white dot disappeared from sight, Lu Qiang looked away, glanced at the few people who were about to drool on the table, got angry, kicked Dalong back on the stool, and reprimanded: "Fucking, stop!" A bit."
***
Later, in the community garden.
A man and a woman sat on the bench under the street lamp, with a woman's backpack between them, they sat stiffly without speaking for a while.
After a while, the woman turned her head and glanced to the side, and whispered, "It's too late, I'm going home."
"Don't, sit down for a while."
Her hips fell back again: "... Didn't you have something to tell me? After sitting for half an hour, you didn't say anything. "
"... Nothing."
"So there's nothing to say?"
"… have."
"Then tell me!"
"..."
She rubbed the soles of her feet on the ground, stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
"Wait a moment."
He stood up and blocked her way.
The man was thin and small, spoke softly, and behaved like a southerner. The woman was about the same height as him, and looked at him without showing any irritation, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were full of expectation and encouragement. But he faltered and hawed, unable to say a word.
It is extremely quiet at the moment, without the noisy voices of people and the hustle and bustle of car horns, only the rhythmic chirping of crickets in the grass, one sound, like a lullaby sung to the earth.
On the bench in the hidden corner, sparks flickered on and off, and one could tell that there was still someone sitting in the shadow if one looked closely.
The woman finally got anxious and took two steps forward: "It's so difficult, why don't you talk about it."
"No, I just..."
"Just what?"
"..."
The person in the shadow suddenly shouted: "Don't you just fall in love with the girl? It's so fucking hard to say something."
The two shook their heads and looked in that direction at the same time.
It was a black lump under the shade of the tree, and the street lights couldn't reach there. With a little red light from his fingertips, he couldn't see his appearance at all.
He took a puff on his cigarette and muttered, "I'm so fucking stupid."
The young men and women looked at each other, still in shock.
In front of the weak woman, he finally acted like a man, and hugged her into his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then he said to the woman: "What does it have to do with you, hide behind you in the middle of the night to scare people, drunk .”
Lu Qiang didn't care about it either, watching them leave side by side, going further and further away. The backs of their hands unintentionally rubbed, separated a little, touched lightly again, kept probing and chasing, and in the end, they finally held each other's hands.
The picture was unremarkable, but it poked people's nerves warmly.
Lu Qiang smiled and turned his gaze back. Cigarette butts piled up quickly on the ground, and he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes all over his body.
Pretending to be busy, easy to get drunk.
He threw away the half of his hand, and raised his eyelids.
Opposite is a residential building, the lights of thousands of houses are extinguished one by one, and the warm yellow light in the window is the most tender color. His drunken eyes were cloudy, and he squinted for a long time before counting: all the lights on the sixth floor were extinguished, there were three lights left on the fifth floor, two lights on the fourth floor, four lights on the second floor, and four lights on the first floor.
Only one light was on on the third floor.
Not long after, a shadow appeared from the window on the third floor, and the light behind her made her waist extremely thin. She was wearing a small suspender, and her hair was loosely blown by the breeze.
After blowing the wind for a while, she stuck her fingers in and fiddled with her hair twice, put her hands aside, stroked her neck, and raised her hands to close the curtains tightly.
Lu Qiang hooked the scar on his forehead with his finger, and looked again, and the light was off.
He stood up 'teng', shook slightly, and walked in that direction quickly.
The light in the corridor was still out, the door was closed tightly, and the end of the darkness was still darkness, and he stood quietly outside the door.
After a while, Lu Qiang raised his hand, supported the door panel, and tapped it with his finger a few times, but there was no knock.
Kun Dong took two bottles of Erguotou, and Lu Qiang drank almost one bottle. He was afraid that he was really drunk and his reason was not complete.
…
Lu Yin lay on the bed trying to fall asleep.
There was a slight knock at the door, and she opened her eyes wide in the darkness, looking in that direction. Holding her breath for a few seconds, the silence remained the same, Lu Yin retracted her gaze, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes again.
The night was long and difficult.