After finishing the night shift for a week, I will switch with Lao Li this week, and he will work the day shift.
At half past five, Lao Li came. Lu Qiang took off his security coat, threw it on the chair behind him, and stood at the door for a while.
Lao Li parked his bicycle and went to the house to make tea. When he looked up, Lu Qiang was still standing there.
Lao Li poked his head to look: "Xiao Lu, why don't you leave?"
With a cigarette in his mouth, Lu Qiang didn't light it, and tilted his head, "Wait a minute."
Old Li asked curiously: "What are you waiting for? They don't want to go home."
With a cigarette in his mouth, he folded his hand and lit it: "...wait for someone."
"Who are you waiting for?"
Lu Qiang glanced at him and said with a smile, "Fuck you."
Lao Li said "Hey" and nodded him with his hands, "Stinky boy." He turned around and went about his own business without asking any more questions.
Lu Qiang took a puff of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at the door. After getting off work, many people came back from outside, and they were in a hurry.
An acquaintance passed by to say hello to him, and Lu Qiang raised his hand as a response.
After a quarter of an hour, a figure came in from the door, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, a pair of flat shoes, with loose hair and brisk steps.
Lu Qiang's eyes followed, and the man seemed to sense it. He raised his head, his eyes flickered, and then lowered for a moment.
Passing by the sentry box, Lao Li just came out: "Yo! Xiao Lu, are you off work?"
Lu Yin smiled: "Hey, Master Li."
"After buying these dishes, can I finish them by myself? Or are there guests at home?"
"Well," Lu Yin didn't stop walking, and replied vaguely, "Let's go first, Master Li."
Lao Li nodded and said, "Slow down."
After walking more than ten meters, Lu Qiang just finished smoking a cigarette, crushed it with two fingers, and threw it into the trash can next to him.
He lifted his legs and followed.
Old Li said, "Where are you going?"
"Turn around inside."
"Waiting for no one?"
Lu Qiang gave him a back view without saying a word.
He has big strides, and he can keep up with her even if he walks slowly. The distance is a few meters closer, and he measures the back with his eyes. She was wearing a dark green long-sleeved shirt with a pinched waist and a slightly shorter hem, revealing a narrow white strip; low-waisted trousers tightly wrapped around her hips, and her hips swayed slightly from side to side as she moved.
Today I carried a small backpack, the heels were the same color, and the zipper was hung with a silver buckle, which was dazzled by the setting sun. Lu Qiang looked away. She was carrying a bag with both hands. She had just returned from the market. It contained a piece of fish, eggs, and some green vegetables.
Lu Yin turned in from the main road, walked through the tree-lined path, and went all the way to Gate 11. She tilted her head slightly, and noticed that the footsteps behind her were a little faster. She had just approached the building, and with a light hand, several bags shifted.
Lu Qiang followed behind her, weighing the things in his hand: "Know that I'm coming?"
Lu Yin went up the steps, but didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"I bought a lot."
"Didn't I eat here for the past two days." Turned up and added: "I'm afraid it's not enough."
When the two entered, Lu Yin washed her face, rolled up her sleeves, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
She cleans up the plaice first and puts it on the pan to steam. When the water is boiling, pour the celery into it and blanch it. While waiting, the eggs have been stirred evenly.
Lu Yin doesn't get distracted while cooking, and goes through every step in her heart.
Suddenly a voice came from behind: "Do you need help?"
Lu Yin was shocked and almost dropped her hand. She turned her head, was stunned, and quickly looked away: "No, just go outside and wait."
Lu Qiang said, "Do you want to wash the green onions?"
"... Mmm." Lu Yin glanced at him again: "Can you put on your clothes first."
Lu Qiang was naked: "It's too hot in the room."
Lu Yin said, "It's almost autumn."
"That's hot too."
"You can turn on the air conditioner."
"That's just right." Lu Qiang turned his back and turned on the water valve to wash the green onions.
The sink is too short, his back is arched, his shoulder blades agitate vigorously with his movements, his skin and flesh are strong, it seems that every muscle has its function and moves with life.
Lu Yin stared at his back, the more frightened he became, the more he couldn't move his eyes away. His entire back was covered with winding dragon tails, his dorsal fin was like a knife, covered with scales, and a sharp claw protruded from his waist, baring its teeth and claws, as if it could cut through people's flesh. Throat.
The part near the lower waist is clean, the skin is whiter than the back, and there is a dimple in the spine, which runs through up and down, and submerges straight into the waist of the trousers.
Lu Yin felt her face was hot and quickly looked away.
Outside the window, the setting sun is submerged behind the building, leaving a ray of light, the sky is still bright, but the rest is dim and gray blind, which is the intersection of light and darkness in a day.
Lu Yin moved slowly, and suddenly felt that everything in front of her was so strange, and the people around her didn't seem to know each other, and she couldn't find a reason to be with him.
It's been almost a month since the last bungee jumping. After that, the two of them got along not too close or far away. Lu Yin only felt that maybe she needed a man by her side to give her warmth, care and love, and to rely on each other in life. And at this moment, he happened to appear, and I didn't repel or dislike him, and even liked him a little bit.
It’s just that I’m in a trance occasionally, and I feel too unreal, whether it’s his person, or re-accepting a relationship.
Everything is like a dream...
After Lu Qiang finished washing, he turned around and asked, "What kind of cuts?"
Lu Yin came back to her senses: "...you know how to cut?"
He raised his eyebrows: "I shouldn't?"
"No." Lu Yin said, "I just think that people like you can't do these things."
Lu Qiang took the knife: "Cut green onions?" Lu Yin nodded, and then he asked again: "What kind of person am I?"
"A bit machismo."
Lu Qiang made a "hoo" sound, and his hands moved quickly: "My hometown is in the countryside. I can chop firewood at the age of five, and I can step on a stool to cook for the family at the age of seven. At fifteen, I have been hanging around outside... How can you not do it yourself in prison? , If you drop a button, you'll have to get the spittle on it too."
"..." Lu Yin asked, "Where is your hometown?"
"Qian Shulin Village, Wuqing County."
"Is there anyone else in the family?"
After a while, he finished cutting: "There is still an old lady left."
Lu Yin didn't speak, put the blanched celery into the cold water, and asked from the side: "What about you?"
"Me?" Lu Yin thought for a while: "My family is not from this city, but my hometown is in Qianyuan. I have never seen my parents since I was a child, and I grew up under my uncle's parents. Their conditions are not good. I have been boarding since high school, and later went to After entering university, they all rely on scholarships and part-time jobs.”
Lu Qiang couldn't help looking at her.
Lu Yin looked back and smiled easily: "Don't look at me with that look. I have been independent since I was a child. I don't think I am so pitiful, and my personality is not distorted. It's just a little timid." She sighed : "Actually, I am quite resigned to my fate. Although my aunt...but my uncle still loves me very much."
Lu Qiang's eyes flickered slightly, and he returned to his natural state. He smiled and said, "Not only is he timid, but he also likes to play tricks."
"... Where is it?"
But Lu Qiang changed the subject: "So, just because of a scumbag, have you been with him for five years?"
Lu Yin paused, lowered her eyes, Lu Qiang looked at her, "Well, let's not mention it."
He hooked the slender waist and kissed her temple fiercely. Lu Yin pushed him, wiped the place where he kissed, and muttered softly: "It's so annoying."
"I still hate Lao Tzu." He hooked the corner of his lips: "What else do you want to cut?"
The two chatted while cooking, and three dishes and one soup were quickly served on the table.
The liquor she bought last time was not finished, Lu Qiang persuaded her to drink some, but this time she refused.
He didn't force himself, he drank by himself, and drank two cups.
After dinner, Lu Yin went to wash the dishes. He was tired, so he sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Lu Yin didn't even change her clothes when she came back, she cleaned up her hands, walked around the room twice, wiped down the table a few times, washed the fruit, and went to the balcony to collect the clothes.
Lu Qiang chased after her shadow for a while, "Sit down and rest."
Lu Yin looked at the watch on the wall: "It's getting late, hurry back before it's dark."
"I'm not blind, wait a little longer." He patted the side: "Come here."
"I still have some work to do..."
"Where the fart is bigger, what work is there," he interrupted: "I don't eat people, come here."
Lu Yin paused, and walked towards him, his hands were still behind him, before she could sit down, the arm hooked, and half of Lu Yin's body rolled into his arms.
She braced his legs and yelled.
Lu Qiang said with a smile: "Your waist is really thin, I can cut it off with one hand." After speaking, he hugged and squeezed it twice.
Lu Yin stabilized her body and clapped his hands: "Don't pinch."
Lu Qiang didn't move, and put his big palm on her waist in a regular manner, lying on his back, his eyes glanced at the TV, and there was a series playing on it.
Lu Qiang didn't understand at all, and asked, "What's this about?"
Turning around, she saw that she was staring at nowhere, lost in thought. His eyes were dull and stupid, his lips were pursed into a slit. Looking from his direction, there was a layer of fine fluff hanging on his pink skin, his nose was round and upturned, and his neck was extraordinarily soft.
Lu Qiang was distracted, stretched his neck, followed that small mouth and kissed him.
Lu Yin whimpered a few times at first, but slowly, the trace of resistance in his heart was ignited by the real desire of his body, his brain froze, and his palms pressed against his chest, like pushing or welcoming.
Lu Qiang endured it uncomfortably, and his hands began to be irregular. Lu Yin reacted and quickly stopped.
Panting heavily, he had already half-pressed her on the sofa, snorting on her cheeks: "When will I let me do it?"
Lu Yin frowned: "Can you speak less vulgarly?"
Lu Qiang changed the phrase: "When will you sleep with me?"
"..."
She blushed and turned pale, and said with her scalp on her head: "How long have we known each other... We don't know each other that well. If you're just doing... this kind of thing, I think, I don't really..."
"Okay," he took a breath, pulled her up, and said in a hoarse voice, "let me touch it first."
Lu Yin didn't have time to stop it, but felt his big palm slipping in from the back, hooked the buckle and squeezed in the middle, the front loosened and tightened again, her breath was stagnant...
After a long time, Lu Yin's underwear rushed up, and his bullied eyes were foggy.
Lu Qiang was also having a hard time, and when he relieved his hunger, he ate more and more hungry, fearing that it would scare her, so he helped her tidy up her clothes.
"Let's go." He kissed her on the forehead and muttered, "...It's fucking torture."
***
Lu Qiang’s residence is in a row of houses at the end of the market. It was built two years earlier than Lu Yin’s. It’s not a formal community. It’s a solitary brick building. Most of the tenants are renting and selling vegetables underneath. earn a living.
After returning from Lu Yin's place, I left the community and turned onto a secluded road. The roadside vegetable market had been closed, and rotten vegetables, leaves and fruits were thrown everywhere. The fishy water was splashed on the road, attracting mosquitoes and flies, and it was very smelly.
He didn't seem to smell it, he threw his coat over his shoulders, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked loosely and slowly without looking at the road. There are no street lights here, there are not many residents, and it is not the time to sell vegetables, and few people pass here.
On the first day of the lunar calendar, there is no moonlight. The surroundings were quiet, and the evening wind rolled up the plastic bags on the side of the road and danced wildly at the feet.
Lu Qiang spit on the side of his head, his footsteps paused slightly, and he stopped. The head is still turned, the eyes are fixed on a certain point in the void, and the eyes become sharp and sharp in an instant.
After standing for a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and continued walking.
This road is not wide, go straight down, turn into an alley at the end, and you can reach home.
Lu Qiang took off the clothes on his shoulders, pinched them in his hands, straightened his shoulders, and took a bigger step than before.
His ears moved slightly, and he heard the whistling wind accompanied by slightly chaotic footsteps. Lu Qiang turned directly into the alley without looking back.
The alleys are so narrow that at most two adults can pass side by side. Lu Qiang walked a few steps, the exit was blocked by two black shadows, he tilted his head, his black eyes glanced to the left, and footsteps followed.
Lu Qiang simply stopped and asked, "Brother, which road are you on?"
No one answered him, the black shadow moved slowly, pinching back and forth, blocking him in the middle. Lu Qiang crossed his body, glanced left and right, there were three on one side, and about seven or eight on the other side.
He said in a low voice, "Here is a death penalty. If you ask for money, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person."
One of the leaders shouted, "Give it to me, don't listen to his fucking nonsense."
In an instant, those black shadows all came over, with iron rods and steel cables in their hands.
Lu Qiang was bare-handed, with only a piece of clothing in his hand, and the people on both sides rushed forward. He jumped up, with his feet staring at the wall on one side, and jumped half a meter high.
The people at both ends collided, and Lu Qiang kicked to the side, knocking down two of them. He stepped on one's chest, and used the clothes in his hand as a whip, and slapped the face of the approaching black figure. The man wailed, and his hand loosened, and the iron rod fell out of his hand.
Lu Qiang snatched the tool, and the iron rod seemed to have life in his hand. With a slight swing of his arm, he bowed left and right, and no one could get close to him. Those black shadows fell seven to eighty-eight, and there were three left. Lu Qiang just wanted to swing over, and then he clapped his hands a few times, and then someone laughed.
"Lu Qiang, I haven't seen you for many years, how good is it to reach out?"
Lu Qiang's eyes shrank slightly, and in an instant, he had recognized the voice.
Before he could speak, someone threw a stick down. Lu Qiang raised his hand to hold it, his arm was strong enough to resist the stick, but he paused, but let go.
The stick fell straight on his shoulder...