I had never been to Luzhuang before, but the Luzhuang recognized it as a stupid bird, and the farmers hated it. They stocked fry by the way in the paddy fields, and the egrets steal the fish from the fields.
After I arrived at Luzhuang, Li Zhaoli met me personally.
He surrounds the entire village with a fence and puts a gate at the entrance of the village, so that people have to buy tickets when they come in. The ticket booth is just beside the gate of the village. The Provincial Association bargained at the ticket window, and finally bought a ticket to enter the village. Maybe he was afraid of wasting the ticket money, so he kept clicking and patting as soon as he entered the door. I guessed right, there are many ancient trees in Luzhuang, and heron flocks through the bushes. I told the girl who sold the tickets that I was here to help the boss take landscape photos. The little girl is very vigilant, and I am afraid that I will lie to her, so I need to confirm it. Don't look at the big washbasin and piles of cow dung at the entrance of the village. Tickets are expensive and not cheaper than the Forbidden City.
Li Zhaoli came in person soon, although his face was still the same, but his complexion was good, and the half of his face turned red. He couldn't call my name, but he felt familiar. The burnt and bitter betel nut that I bought at his stall also has a few buckets.
It was just over three o'clock. After Li Zhaoli shook hands with me, he took a look at his watch and the sky. He said to the loyal girl: "Xiao Qin (Xiao Qin?), it's this time, close the door, no one will come. How many tickets were sold today?" The girl looked at me and seemed embarrassed to say . Li Zhaoli wanted her but said it was OK, she was not an outsider. The girl then pointed to the provincial association who was taking pictures wildly not far away, and said that he was the only one. Li Zhaoli laughed at himself and said: "It's okay, it's not that there is no harvest, it's worthy of what I used to sell betel nuts for half a catty."
The girl blocks the ticket booth with a piece of vegetable cake, even if she is off work. Li Zhaoli took me and my sister to his office. I told him on the way that I was a fan of him back then, so long as he appeared on the stage, I would surround him and watch me scrupulously. Li Zhaoli said, "I stopped playing a long time ago. Hey, this face was made when I was playing. Isn't it pretty? I look in the mirror as if I'm watching a ghost movie."
"Don't talk like that. Mr. Li, if you have the money to go to Korea for a whole meal, Mazi can become a movie actor over there."
"It’s not that you have money as a boss. Luzhuang’s business is only open and there are too few tourists. Brother, let me tell you the truth. If you want to continue to buy betel nuts on Yangguangpu Road, you can still make a little profit. I sell betel nuts in Hecheng. Right? But people always have to develop. If you don’t develop, you must make others think that you are developing, so you can’t stand on the side of the road for decades. Otherwise, the money you make is not enough to make up for your sense of failure. Are you talking about Bo?" My former idol has a lot of emotion at this time, but I only nodded wildly. I used to think he would make money by slam dunk and selling betel nuts, but I didn't expect him to have his own unique perspective on things.
Before it was time to eat, Li Zhaoli took me to his office to sit and talk. The sign at the door reads "Administrative Office of Luzhuang Village Scenic Spot, Tianlang Township, Jicheng City", and the last six words are pasted on the back. There were already two young people sitting inside, the same young and the same looking, watching TV absently, just as if they were waiting for a meal. The girl who sold the ticket just now picked up the remote control board to adjust the channel, and then sat down across a wicker chair. Two young men were watching an advertisement for breast enhancement just now. Inside, a group of women were dressed in three-point poses, with their breasts neatly shaped as if they were taken from a production line. The girl was transferred to a movie station, where martial arts movies were being broadcast. A girl about her age was fighting with an old man with white beard and hair. The woman used a knife to chop the old man to hold the sword. In addition, they also came to each other from time to time. .
I turned my gaze back to look at the girl, but she was considered pretty, besides, she was especially plump. Li Zhaoli asked the girl to pour tea. The girl looked at her with joy and was unwilling to get up. Li Zhaoli had to say angrily: "Xiao Qin (Qin?), am I farting?" The girl moved her buttocks reluctantly.
Seeing that the girl was uncomfortable with military orders, I guessed that Li Zhaoli had a leg with this girl. I asked him quietly, and he smiled without concealing it, and said: "Stay in this horrible place, and you can't make any money, so I have to eat tender grass here. My wife can't control it. Tenderness is tender, dog's tail grass. Huang Maojian." After a while, he clasped his ears and told me: "Besides, it's close to the sand bridge."
I nodded in understanding. I know the sand bridge. It is quite famous in the city of Las Vegas, and it is even regarded as the Las Vegas of the city of Las Vegas. In fact, these folk sayings are not worth studying, so I smiled. Anyone who has been to Sand Bridge knows what Las Vegas is like? I've really been to a casino in the United States, so why do you come to Sand Bridge? There are more hair salons in Shaqiao than anywhere else, and there are more girls; there are casinos there, and gambling equipment is estimated to be provided by the kindness of Jietianlong township enterprises.
When I first arrived at Luzhuang that day, I didn't work, and drew near to the time for dinner. The Provincial Association turned Luzhuang around and called for being fooled. Lizhaoli ticket is not refundable, but keep the person for dinner. Many tourists came to Luzhuang and said that they were fooled. If all the tickets were refunded, Li Zhaoli would not be the boss. That was Xue Lei Feng. Li Zhaoli has long practiced his mouth and skin skills to deal with those tourists who accidentally hit Luzhuang. He told the Provincial Association: "You can sleep in Luzhuang at night, there is a hotel, the price is appropriate, and only charge you 68, what do you think?" The Provincial Association was so talented, eating free wine and vegetables, and lightening his head. Li Zhaoli rented the old village committee building in Luzhuang and put a few beds to make it look like a hostel. Later I learned that Li Zhaoli’s price for a bed in the hostel was originally 68. When I was drinking that day, I asked him: "There are not many tourists. Can the hostel have business?" He smiled and said, "It's also strange. Some guests don't come during the day, but come at night." Hearing that, I knew that there was. Of tourists like to bring their sisters to feel the darkness, rent a bed in the hostel in Li Zhaoli, and enjoy the wildness of the mountains. It was darkening after eating and drinking. The night in Luzhuang was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. I thought, lying in such pure darkness and crunching the wooden bed, it must have a sense of mountains and wilds. With Jiujin, Li Zhaoli couldn't help but tell me his business experience. Regardless of the cheap price of the hostel, it is to stabilize people first. As long as they live, it is equivalent to covering their wallets and then slowly paying out. For example, there are too many mosquitoes in the house at night, and people can't stay at all. You must light mosquito coils to save your life. In this way, a plate of mosquito-repellent incense can be charged five yuan. Some guests brought women, but in the middle of the night they ran out of condoms, but they weren't cool and anxious; they didn't need a condom and they were afraid of being so sick. Lizhao prepared a condom and sold it to her clients in the dark. He believed that the price was raised. It is common to sell each for 10 yuan, 15 yuan, 20 yuan, and 28 yuan.
He also said to me: "Of all those girls, they are all from Sand Bridge, I know. Brother, if business is good in the next few days, I will also take you to Sand Bridge to play."
I screamed, I thought he was just talking, so I didn't refuse.
A group of tourists came early the next morning, and I followed to take a boat in the valley below. Li Zhaoli asked me to capture some of the expressions that tourists enjoyed, and post them on the advertisements. Using the front feet to attract the back feet is usually effective. In the river valley, Ming Yu Xia kept singing folk songs when they were punting the boat. The voices of these two brothers were unexpectedly good, and they were tall enough to be able to play. The tourists ate this set and clamored for the two brothers to come and come. A female tourist rose up and leaned forward to record the singing of Ming Yu Xia Nong with a recording pen. Of course, I didn't forget to take photos of all these details, take more shots, and pick them out in Li's photos at that time.
Later that day, a few tourists didn't bother to watch the landscape of Luzhuang, but were interested in folk songs. They surrounded Mingyu and Xia Nong and asked them to keep singing the folk songs. Ming Yu Xia Nong received the treatment of the stars Gongyue and sang hard, but they would only sing a few folk songs when they sang. It is unknown which ancestors passed down. Most of the tourists are a little unhappy. They think the tune is good and the voice is good, but the lyrics are too little.
Li Zhaoli mentioned it again while drinking at night. I suddenly said: "Maybe I can make up some new words."
"Oh, if I can compose it, I will pay ten dollars for compiling a poem with four words."
"I publish poems in the newspaper for ten yuan per line." I didn't write poems, so I made up. Li Zhaoli said: "So expensive? Ten yuan per line, my mother, one song will offset one ticket. Brother, don't bargain, I'll pay you twenty for one song. I haven't gotten up yet, Take it as a help."
I also agreed. After listening to the singing of the two brothers Ming Yu Xia Nong, I also want to compile the words according to the mode. I don't care about money or not. It was mainly during the daytime when I heard Ming Yu Xia Nong sing folk songs, and now I was inspired by my creation. It doesn't seem to be difficult. The format is like Qilu, with full saliva and rhyme for two sentences.
Ming Yu Xia made a fuss and asked me: "Oh, can you make it? Can you make it?"
"I'll try." The alcohol has heated my head. The pot of wine that night drank and burned the head, which made people hot quickly. I stroked the door and made up:
Lang and Sister are two people and want to kiss each other across the river.
There was a lot of saliva in the kiss across the river, so I had to talk to the other side...
Several people on the side heard that I made up a good result, and nodded to each other.
I went on to edit:
Sister Silang came to stitch the thread and sew it to make up for the body.
Sister Lang Si came to the water to push the mill, and the snow covered the hillside.
Li Zhaoli asked me to copy it down and sing it to Ming Yu. After finishing singing, Ming Yu continued to say: "Let's read it together, and sing it smoothly."
Li Zhaoli said: "It's all love songs. Can you make other songs? Some tourists specifically look for Xia Nong and ask him to sing funeral songs... Xia Nong, how did the tourists tell you that day?" Xia Nong just Said: "The horse face tourist from Macau that day wanted to collect funeral songs, saying that funeral songs are more cultural. Love songs are too simple, either you like me or I like you."
I thought about it, and then came out another funeral song:
Seeing what to sing, seeing the soul change clothes.
Seeing the corpse's hands wash the corpse's feet, the corpse's feet try on the shoes.
The ghost father is happy to see me, and the ghost girl is shy when he sees me.
Since then, the ghost mansion has added a bite, and cultivated the ghost field with more hands.
Then it was copied on paper. Li Zhaoli watched it several times, and he said to me in a positive tone: "Uh, I like the attitude in the lyrics. When people die, they are actually going to another place to marry a wife and have children, and still cultivate the fields to support the family. That's good. , Death is the second stubble of life. If you turn to the sun to be a man, it will be too damn exhausting. People are such a fate."
I said: "Yes. Two songs, you think it's good, forty yuan."
"Continue to compile, don't save me, the more you compile, the better. I will add five yuan to you for each of ten songs. Ten songs are two hundred and five. If it doesn't sound good, you can help me save a few yuan." Li He smiled as he said in the photo, wondering if he had any new plans.
In the next few days, I stayed in Luzhuang comfortably, even a little addicted, taking pictures and composing folk songs every day. This kind of work makes people feel comfortable and in good condition. It is easier to write more than a dozen poems a day than to pee. The folk song is written, and the next day I will listen to the fish and shrimps sing it to tourists. As long as they sing it with their pure natural and pollution-free voice, it always feels very authentic, making me think that I did not write it by myself, but Which generation of ancestors passed it down. Business was good in those few days, and one day three buses came, all of them students from Shenzhen.
Li Zhaoli was in a good mood and invited me to drink every night. He also drank pot wine two days ago, and bought bottled wine later. He said, "Brother, you are a blessed person. I wish you could stay with me for a few more days."
"That's necessary. I like to stay here." I said, "You have a good way of living. You can rent a village, engage in tourism, and raise a tender girl. I also think of walking around in the surrounding villages, and even if there is a suitable village The next one will do some income generation."
Li Zhaoli said: "Get away, don't grab business with me."
One evening, Li Zhaoli drove a jeep, the car was so dilapidated, I don't know where he picked it up. Ming Yu Xia Nong was very excited and wanted to learn to drive. Li Zhaoli asked them to go to the driver's seat and explained for a few minutes before letting them drive. There is a loop in Luzhuang. At this time, many children are holding their bowls around the road to watch the excitement, or they put down their bowls to chase the car, or even climb into the car and attach their bodies to the car door like a gecko. Mingyu's head two laps were still swaying and swaying, and the third lap was much more stable, and he could see that he had some experience in estimating the road. After running two more laps, the kid wanted to change gears and run speed, but Li Zhaoli did not dare to agree. Mingyu drove by in front of me, and stretched out his hand to say hello, as if telling me that this toy is too easy to play with.
After it was dark, Li Zhaoli said, "Go, let's go to the sand bridge."
"Really?"
"Anyone who is a monk doesn't say anything."
Ming Yuxia and I got in the car, and Li Zhaoli drove the car to Zhaosha Bridge, first to Jietianlang, and then towards Jicheng. There are two ways to go from Jietianlong to Shaqiao. Luzhuang is on the east side of Jietianlong. When Jietianlong goes west to the abandoned airport, there is a fork in the road. Turn left to go to the sand bridge. From Jietianlong to the north, you can walk along the Great Wall. Called "Fuweimen", you can walk through the pass and you can reach the sand bridge. Li Zhaoli estimated that he would be closer to Fuweimen.
I have never been there before, but I often hear people mention it, especially in "Jiangyang Avenue". "Jiangyang Avenue" is the largest entertainment city in Yecheng-Zhu Zepei forced me to come up with this bad name. Because this entertainment city is located at the corner of Jiangbin Road and Yangguang Paving Road, I took out such a name, and he decided to use it as soon as he heard it! The owner, Zhu Zepei, is willing to pay for the cost, and the decoration facilities inside are changed every year, but the knife is also sharpened quickly. Some people feel unhappy after being killed, and other reasons are not easy to find, so they use the girl as an excuse to shout at the foreman: "Come to you to spend money, you fucking stuff me with a sand bridge, cheating money!" Obviously, he thinks that the sand bridge is the place to lead the car and sell the slurry, and he himself is of high grade, "Jiangyang Avenue" should not be shoddy in front of him.
After passing the pass and walking for a few minutes, some lights faintly appeared in the valley ahead. I asked, "Is the legendary sand bridge coming soon?"
Li Zhaoli said: "Uh, you can be excited from now on, brother, you can prepare your hormones."
Shrimp asked: "Mr. Li, what are hormones?"
"Fuck, what do you tell you about this?" Li Zhaoli felt a little embarrassed, so he asked the shrimp sitting in the back row to try to get his body forward as much as possible. Shrimp obeyed and did so, and Li Zhaoli took a few handfuls in his crotch. He said again, "Fortunately, you don't need to know, you are quite prepared."
"Mr. Li, this is a dick, I only prepared one."
"One is enough, and I don't plan to ask you to borrow it. Hey, you don't only have this thing."
When the car walked into the light, it could be seen that the sand bridge was very small. Some houses were scattered on both sides of the road. Neon signs were hung on the door lintels. Each store also took a section of the line to the side of the road, occupying the road. Put up a light box. Each vertical light box is about the same size and width as a coffin. In addition to the name of the shop, there are also small prints on it: parking, accommodation, massage, sauna, health care, lunch, cooking, adding water, car washing... When the car lights shined on a sign on the roadside, I saw the word "13T" written on the round sign. It is estimated that the car drove onto a bridge, but the sound of water was not heard.
I asked: "Is this bridge a sand bridge?" Li Zhaoli said yes. The so-called sand bridge does not cross a river, but is flattened across a dry ditch. The bridge body is extremely short, and the front wheels have passed when the rear wheels of the car rolled up.
Compared to the sky and the dark night rushing from the surrounding mountains and forests, all the lights on the sand bridge appear faint. If the lights were not turned on during the day and the driver hurried past, many people would not have imagined that there was a red light area hidden in this place.
Then I thought about it again: Dilapidated, messy, and small, sandwiched in this valley is a little desolate. Isn't it the sentiment that the sand bridge has? A girl walking by the side of the West Lake, squeezed by the scenery of the lake and mountains, is always not very eye-catching; the same is her, if you stumble across the vast Gobi by chance, even if you see her back, your heart will be shining.
As the car moved forward for a while, I vaguely heard the sound of buzzing songs. Sitting in the front row of the car, Li Zhaoli introduced like a tour guide: “Last year there was no karaoke room here. The Jinyuan Beauty Salon became bigger. Liao Jinyue rented the warehouse in the former timber station and transformed it into a karaoke room. Business Very good, but the soundproofing is not good, how loud the sound is, how loud the noise is, the people across the room always sing skewers, you pick up my next stubble, I follow your tune, and I can get from "Beijing's Golden Mountain" All the way to "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"."
I said, "Then there can be business?"
"It's also very strange day by day, people who come here to sing don't care. Since the wall can't keep the sound off, sometimes everyone will face the folk songs across the room. Also, there are many girls here. They are different from the girls in the city. , I like talking and singing folk songs. In the city, those girls would be very impatient if you want to talk to them. "Boss, do you not? If you drink too much and can’t get tough, don’t delay my business .'They are always very busy, selling themselves but not doing business."
The outside of the karaoke room looked like a warehouse. When I walked in, each box was separated by wooden boards and pasted with wallpaper. Probably when the wallpaper was pasted, the wooden board was not completely dry, and it was covered with mildew marks. The lights are dim, the sofa is dilapidated, and the cushions are patched. I was taking a breath, the door opened, and an old bustard greeted more than a dozen girls. A beam of lights illuminates the faces of these girls, and there are quite a few of them that are very eye-catching. Looking at these beautiful faces, I can feel that this looks like a warehouse and sits down like a karaoke room in a refugee camp. In fact, there is no fun. Li Zhaoli was pulling the girl around and let him arrange who to return to whom. Ming Yu Xia Nong is obviously a little uncomfortable, rubbing his hands and stomping on a hot day. Half of Li Zhaoli's face was dark, and the girls were a little afraid of him. This situation is not like spending money for fun, but like a group of bandits allocating women who have robbed the mountain, to press the village, or to warm their feet.
Li Zhaoli discussed with them and said: "Today, I mainly invite the talented Gu. This brother can both take pictures and write eloquent sentences. I suggest let him choose first!"
I said: "I don't need it, I..."
"It's really uncomfortable!" Li Zhaoli turned his face, looked for it with his eyes, and said to one of the girls, "You are Lily of the valley? Lily of the valley, hehe, I heard someone talk about you. Well, you went to accompany me. The brother with me... the one with a big camera hanging on his chest... yes, that's him."
The windows and doors of the room that Li Zhaoli arranged for me in Luzhuang were loose, so I had to take things with me. The girl named Suzuran sat down beside me. Before I could see her, she persuaded me to drink. Li Zhaoli called for two beers. As soon as he moved in, he opened the bow with both hands and bit the bottle cap with his teeth. Lily of the valley took two more bottles, kept falling, and kept touching me. Unlike many girls, she persuaded me to drink, she didn't cut corners, she poured a big cup on her neck. In Luzhuang, I drank white wine. Now that the wine is mixed, I am full of shadows in front of me, but I really want to see this girl's face clearly.
"Sister, you look good." I probably saw it.
Hearing me praise her, she smiled, and the girl who was with Xiao Nong next to her put her head over and said to me: "Brother, take a good look, it's more than good. Lily of the valley is the bridge flower of our sand bridge."
"Oh, do you still engage in beauty pageants at Sand Bridge? The annual selection or the quarterly selection?"
The girl next to her said: "Guest officer, there is a reputation in people's hearts. You don't need to comment, but you can know how the business is doing. Today you are lucky, and Lily of the valley is just empty."
I had a drink with them and asked quietly, "What do you think?"
Suzuran said: "Let others speak up. I think we still have to be humble."
"Uh, you girl, praise you for being beautiful and you are showing up." I laughed hahaha, as if picking up a treasure.
Mingyu can't sing pop songs, Xia Nong sang a few more, Li Zhaoli sang a few more, and then he insisted on me singing. I repeatedly declined, but they thought I was humble and persuaded me more tightly. They offered to do a peacock dance if I didn't sing. I weighed the pros and cons and had to sing, not to mention the peacock dance, I can't even dance the penguin dance. But before singing, I also have to mention the conditions. They said in unison to obey. I said, "You are worthy of it. If you really want me to sing, I will sing, but if someone cuts the song halfway through, I will scold his mother!" They said in unison. So I clicked on the "Internationale", there is no song in the library, only "National Anthem" can be found. I happen to be able to sing this one, and they know it well in the middle of it. Since they had something to say first, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and listen.
When I put down the microphone and sat back, Suzuran looked very happy. She told me, "Big Brother, you are so capable. It's rare for someone to break up an entire song so much. The first time I heard it, I like it."
I am a little flattered. The world is so big that I even bumped into someone who likes to listen to me singing. I said: "Hey girl, you even like this, then it seems that there is nothing you don't like about me."
She toasted me a glass of wine and said, "Let’s sing a love song due to it."
She went over to click a song, and jumped in the line and pressed priority, and immediately came out on the TV screen to sell the Jie Eryin couple. She took my hand and sang together. Her voice is very nice, I think it is professional, not worse than the woman in the MV. Of course, it is really a natural effect to be contrasted by my voice again. We were so close, a beam of light hit her in the face, and I could see her further. I objectively think that she is worthy of the sand bridge bridge flower.
I ordered her a song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau", and she could sing it. I sat drinking and watched her ecstasy, which was very different from the other girls. The voices of the other girls are not bad, but their expressions are always insensitive. I don't know why she wants to do this, she can go to the Kao Kao City Song and Dance Ensemble.
I was a little distracted, it was Suzuran's singing that pulled me back. She was singing to the last high-pitched part, and everyone in the room was concentrating and holding their breath. When her voice climbed up a bit, I had been able to do well all the time, and then I let go of my suspense. As soon as he finished singing, Ming Yu Xia all poked his thumbs straight. Ming Yu Xia Nong agrees with this, which is no less than professional affirmation.
Suddenly I scolded myself again, why did I bother? She doesn't go to the song and dance troupe, and does business here. There is always reason for her. Everyone is weighing the pros and cons, and most of the choices they make are most in line with their own reality. In this world, stupid people are always noisy, and they like to give advice to smart people one way or another. Then, I asked myself: Are you fucking pitying Xiangxiyu? I laughed bitterly, and instantly remembered Diqing's angry eyebrows, my mind regained my composure.
Suzuran came over from the cheers, sat next to me, and asked me how I sang. I brewed for a while and told her: "You really make people sing... uh, sad."
"Depressed? Oh my god, are you a poet?"
"If you listen to you singing too much, you will become a poet sooner or later."
Suzuran was happy. She lay in my ear and told me: "Poet, I like to listen to what you say. You will come more in the future!"
Li Zhaoli looked in his eyes and frowned and said, "I'm going to trade privately so soon? That's not good. How can I be worthy of me as a pimp? Lily of the valley, what are you discussing?"
Linglan turned to look at Li Zhaoli, trying to respond to him, but couldn't find the right words. She turned her face away again and said to me like an order: "Poet, you can summarize what we said."
I was numb, and suddenly thought of this sentence: "...When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but countless in the world."
Suzuran didn't quite understand, but he could hear the mood. She knelt on the sofa, grinned and said: "Poet, did you say you already like me? Love at first sight? What you said is better than singing."
I humbly said: "No, no, but it's horrible not to sing."
Li Zhaoli snorted and said: "Those who have money spend money, those who don't have money recite poems as money. Sister Linglan, please calm down and pay more attention to me who is mature and stable."
I don't know when another beer was called, Li Zhaoli still used his teeth to open the bottle cap, and even performed the stunt of filing both sides to open the bow and opening two bottles at the same time. After drinking this point, no one wanted to continue singing, but to put on the disco music and everyone danced. There was an old-fashioned rolling lamp on the ceiling, and it was not enough to just press the switch. A girl found a stick to poke the rolling lamp a few times, and the rolling lamp turned around. This was originally the warehouse of Lumber Station. The floor was nailed with wooden boards, and many places were decayed. The private rooms on both sides of Yibangdi also shook together. A fat man next door knocked on the door to remind us to be quieter. Li Zhaoli knew him. "Shun beard, are you here?" "Li Naoke, are you here too?" The two greeted, hugged and drank. Li Zhaoli went to the surrounding boxes to plan the doors and found out a bunch of acquaintances. They all drove a hundred miles to the sand bridge to find happiness. This group of acquaintances was so happy that they met their old friends in another country. They picked up their cups and greeted each other. When they saw me, whether they knew it or not, they called out brothers and sisters. I was numb from drinking, and then I poured beer into my mouth, and I didn't feel anymore. The girl seemed to persuade me not to drink anymore.
I woke up and found myself lying in a familiar house, the light still came in from the window, and my luggage and camera were still on the bedside table. I sat up and found that there was a woman in the room. She was sitting on the other side of the bed in silk pajamas, watching TV. The TV is not big in size, with a stack of discs next to it.
"you're awake?"
She turned around, and I have the impression that her name is Lily of the valley. I asked who helped me take off my clothes, and she smiled at me as if I was asking too much. The room is sunny and mixed with the freshness of Luzhuang's morning. She is more beautiful than the impression left in her head. She walked a few steps towards me and put a glass of water on the bedside table. My attention was naturally focused on her chest. As I walked, her breasts were beating under the silk pajamas, and the beating size was relatively large. My throat was a bit salty, and I looked away, but saw her bra on the other side of the bedside table. The model was probably 34D.
I am just familiar with the model of the bra, so now I can estimate it accurately. Not long ago, in Guancheng, Diqing called me to buy a bra in a lingerie store. Buy one from 26A to 34D. The color should be different, preferably red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. , Mix and match together. In a movie she made, these props were required according to the rules of the plot. I stacked the bras I bought and packed them in order. The 34D was on the outermost side. I pinched the bulge, so I am most familiar with this model. The film of Diqing is about to shoot a fetish, these bras are his collection. According to her, the difference in color is to enhance the "visual impact." After buying a bra, she also asked me to find a few men who seemed to suffer from hyperthyroidism. It is easy to find a woman with hyperthyroidism, but it is difficult for a man to find one. I recommended myself, saying that if the bad guys count me as one more, Di Sheng will also be selected. She said no, saying that not only did I look like I did not have hyperthyroidism, but I even had hypothyroidism...
"What do you keep staring at me?"
"Uh!" I turned my head to look at her and asked, "Why are you here? This is not a sand bridge?"
Suzuran said: "You drank too much, so you just gave me money to cover the night. If I can do anything, I will come with you."
"I'm so drunk, you don't have to come."
"Poet, the price of Sand Bridge is fair, and the old man is not deceived. Since I am a bridge flower, I must set an example and take the lead." This girl must have been a student cadre before. Not only does she speak a lot of rhetoric, but also has a model. .
She crossed her hands to look at me, and suddenly asked: "If one of your hands hangs from the sky, all the people on the ground will be lifted away and chopped into two piles, just like picking sweet potatoes in a pile of ash. One pile is full of nobles, one pile All bitches, where do you like to stay?"
"What?" I adjusted my trouser legs, and soon realized that she had a brain teaser. I told her that I like to stay in the slut.
"why?"
"Because people are all on this side, there is not a single ghost over there, it's too deserted."
After listening, Lily of the valley lowered her head to ponder, then raised her head and her eyes were bright. She said: "You deserve to be a poet, I think you can definitely answer this question. I was asked before, and I held back for a long time and I didn't know how to answer."
I smiled to myself and said bluntly that this was due to my knowledge. I've traveled a lot, I've seen all kinds of people, I've been questioned by too many tricky questions, and casual answers have become my strengths.
Since she said that the price is fair and fair, and she went to Luzhuang with me again, I suspect she would ask me whether to do it or not? It means this. What will happen when the words come out of her mouth? I thought I was a little worried, but rather secretly expecting it. I know who I have done, and I have a cheap mouth. Apart from Diqing, I am not afraid to admit it in front of others. I admit it, and believe in the truth of darkness under the light, my friends will help me conceal it. But Lily of the valley didn't mean that, I was a bit wasteful of expression. When Mingyu asked us to have breakfast outside the door, she turned her back to the wall and changed her clothes. She is a tall and plump woman. Diqing is also tall, but it is an A cover.
After the day was clear, there was a shower of rain. After dinner, I wanted to take Li Zhaoli’s broken car to send Lily of the valley back to Shaqiao. She said, "Since I came to the scenic spot, please take some pictures for me." I accompanied Lily of the valley down the valley, looking for scenery everywhere. Once stopped somewhere, she kept moving for me to shoot. Some movements seem awkward, but I will not correct them. She is in a particularly good mood, daring to pose at will shows that she is confident.
After shooting for a while, she was anxious to see. The display size of the camera is too small. I told her that I can go back to the room and connect the TV to play these photos, and each frame can fill the entire screen. She felt that I told a strange story, and asked if it was true. She hurried to the small hotel in Luzhuang, and she stretched out her hand to drag me because I was walking slowly. I pretended that I was light and could be moved by her soft hands, and occasionally looked back at the whole valley when I walked. It was still early, and no one else could be seen in the valley. Just us, the sound of the current and the sound of the wind rushed everywhere, and a few herons got in and out of the mist on the mountainside. It may be the legacy of the early Qiong Yao films. Such scenes often appeared in my dreams of love when I was a teenager. Even if it is, Diqing seldom feels in the mood to ask me to accompany her to the suburbs. She always reminds me: "Ya cub, we are running for 70 together."
When we established our relationship, our total age was 65. Now after more than a year, this number has jumped to 67. Since she was young, she has called my nickname just like my parents. Sometimes, I say: "You can't call me husband? You can call my dear." Di Qing would roll his eyelids, look at me kindly and say, "Ya cub, why should you call out if you kiss me?"
Back at the Luzhuang Hotel, I connected the camera and the TV with a string, and the photos inside jumped out frame by frame in the form of a slideshow. The camera comes with its own settings. There are many tricks when changing frames. Some are overlapped, some are moved out, and some are gradually disappearing, and the next frame of photos is presented in the form of spots converging. The photos I took of Lily of the valley were still very satisfied. I praised that I took too clear, and praised the weather today, and then criticized me for taking too many close-up photos of my face. She said that it is not to apply for an ID card. I don't know how to say it. Sometimes when I look at her posture is really exaggerated, I just frame her smiling face in the viewfinder. She quickly flipped through the photos she had just taken, and I wanted to call her to disagree. She said, "Let me see what you took before."
I'm not good, she is more interested: "I admit your wife and son, and say hello when you meet."
"I don't have a wife." I thought, even if they did, they wouldn't come to Sand Bridge.
"You really don't have one. Would you like me to introduce a sister to you... Not a sister of Sand Bridge, don't worry, it's a virgin."
She spoke unconsciously, keeping her eyes on the new photos that were constantly rubbing out. Soon, some nude photos came out, and a few girls shook their heads, standing next to a stream, naked, or pubic hair after a few strands. She screamed in surprise, and there was a strange joy on her face. She said: "You bad guy, I always thought you were serious. It turns out that you really know how to pretend to be a man and a poet."
"If I were really a poet, how could I be so polite to you." I said, "This is called body art, you know?"
In fact, I have always refused to believe in the so-called body art. When I was in high school, the brothers in the dormitory closed their tents and masturbated themselves by flipping through the body art albums. To say that it was an appreciation of art. Of course, I don't despise my roommates. The only thing I buy is that kind of album. A few honest classmates from the countryside, we were the masters who taught us how to masturbate. Some were unwilling to succumb to others as apprentices at the beginning, we still followed the persuasive way, half-coaxed and half-frightened to enlighten and said: "Brother, have you ever heard of Dayu's water treatment? Can only be sparse and not blocked, blocking is easy to get sick. Now infertile or not. Pregnancy disease jumps several points every year."
I took the photo at Lengfengao a few days ago, and Zhu Zepei contracted the entire col, still doing tourism, and named it "Wuling Rift Valley." The business has been lukewarm, so he thought of a way to invite a few mannequins to attract tourists. Those who bought the tickets can take pictures for free. He spent money and invited a few models, and two others said they were foreign. That day he called me to go too. I was not awake from a hangover when I was on the phone, and I was suddenly awakened by the ringtone. Zhu Zepei scoffed at me and said, "Gu Ya, don't be ignorant of praise. There are so many people who bought tickets today. I raised the price a few times, but the quota is still tight, forcing me to engage in political trial, and I will kick him out if he is a party member." He couldn't help persuading him. , I went. Now that I have gone, with the mentality of not shooting for nothing, of course I also clicked a lot of photos.
After turning over the nude photos, Suzuran asked me: "Are they expensive?"
I told her, I don't know. I put the string away and told her that I would wash a set of photos and send it to her. Ask her if the address is written as "Sandqiao Golden Circle Beauty Salon", can you receive it. It was her turn to not know. She said that she had never seen a postman to deliver a letter in Sand Bridge. She also said: "Send it, Sand Bridge is always a place name, you can receive it."
Asked her name again. She said: "Just write lily of the valley."
"Hey, it's too early, can't you leave?"
"What are you urging? The average man would like me to stay a little longer." She said, "Wait, let me think about things."
She put on a worried look, sat in front of the window sill, and looked out the window. I don't know what important thing she suddenly thought of at this moment, so absorbed. After one minute and ten seconds, her eyes lit up and she thought of something. It doesn't seem to be a heavy matter.
She said, "Do you think I'm suitable for taking that kind of photo?"
"Which?" Sometimes, I would ask knowingly.
She pointed to the turned off TV and said, "Just that kind of... bare-bottomed photos."
"Uh, your figure is better than some of them. How come you have this idea?"
"What's weird about that, they are human, and so are I. Why don't they dare? I've heard of it before I came to Sand Bridge. In foreign countries, there are always women who dare to take off their clothes and let others take pictures. Let countless men see. At that time, I thought about such things and felt that they were really shameless. Now I guess if all the women on the street were naked, but they would cover their faces tightly. Then you stinky men, you must only want to see women’s faces. At that time, you will burp when you see the fleshy breasts, and laugh when you see the flat milk."
Her opinion made me sneeze. I think women can never understand the desire of men for their bodies, just as men can never understand women’s erratic attitudes towards sexual intercourse.
Lily of the valley had entered her own emotions, her eyes escaped the window, and she said, "I will grow old in a few years. I know that I will grow old very quickly. Beautiful people are especially young. What can I do? Maybe one morning when my eyes are opened, the person will suddenly grow old and the skin is full of folds. Maybe then I thought of marrying someone. There is a man who is a little unconscious. If I want to marry, he dare to marry. I told him that only a few years ago, or even a few days ago, I was very young and beautiful, without any creases on my body. He definitely didn't believe it, thinking I was trying to make him appetite. If he didn't believe it, wouldn't I have never been young? Ever? If I took the photo and there is evidence, he wouldn't dare not believe it. Is that true?"
When she said that, she turned her face away and looked at me seriously. I think she has a kind of inexplicable trust in me. What kind of questions seem to find the most accurate answer to me.
"In this case, wouldn't it make the man who loves you feel uncomfortable in the future? Look at the silky satin in the photo and feel the orange peel in reality."
"... I can't take care of that much. If you think I'm still qualified to take pictures, just take a few pictures." She even sighed softly.
"This matter, you have to think clearly."
"I don't want to. Ninety percent of the things I think become more confused. The rest, just think about it." She is very determined, and after she has stated her views, she has already untied the first button on her dress and put it on stage. Looked up at me calmly. I looked at the environment in the house, it was simple and shabby, the wall was mottled, and there were a few posters from many years ago. In such a room, as long as the female nude is photographed, it will only make people think that it reflects the sad life of the bottom-level butcher women, and will not see other themes. But I did not advise her. My philosophy of life is that I would rather suffocate myself ten times than to give someone a suggestion.
I can also tell from a short contact that she is a woman who understands her in her heart.
She took off her coat and was about to lift up her crew neck shirt. At this time she hesitated, put her hand down and said to me: "I'm sorry, I haven't thought about it yet."
I said: "Then don't force it. Many models are like this for the first time, thinking that they dare to take it off, and then they realize that things are not what they thought."
"You can always see things from someone else's point of view."
"Don't always praise me, I can easily believe it." I said, "It's almost noon."
"But the photo hasn't been taken yet."
"Prepare well for yourself, when you call, I will come over and take pictures for you." I said then, "The place should be changed to another place with scenery. You are so beautiful and the background is not beautiful. Not a good match."
"Can you go to the Great Wall? The Great Wall is very close to the sand bridge."
"There are so many people on it, can you eat it? Think about individual places, woods, streams, whatever."
She thinks about it, and then she returns to me: "Say the phone. How many are you? You want me to call."
My phone rang soon. I didn't save her name, remembered the four numbers at the end, 2211, and packed her things and took her out. Li Zhaoli's broken car is at the gate of the hostel, and I have got the key. I drove her back to Sand Bridge. Halfway, she asked me if I really didn't have a wife. I said yes. She brought up the introduction of sisters again, saying that she knew at least three girls, which man could fool any of them, and which one would be happy for life. "We women see women more accurately than you men because we can see the truth. When men and women are together, we can't help but pretend to each other." I nodded and told her that although my wife does not have a wife, my girlfriend already knows me. Ten years.
"My God, this kind of childhood sweetheart hit your brain."
"It doesn't seem right. She has always been my backbone, and I am used to listening to her arrangements." I thought that if Diqing heard this, she would definitely encourage and touch me with kind eyes.
She hasn't said a word for a long time. I asked her if she had a boyfriend.
"Not yet. But there are also two people chasing me very closely. One is rich and the other has feelings for me. As long as I nod, they want to marry me. Those who have feelings for me spend money to see me, but no Non-divided request."
"Is there something sick?"
"A very strong person." She looked at me seriously and asked me for advice, "Look, which of them is better? Rich and affectionate, these two things have bothered me recently. Big."
"... Feelings, what are feelings? Long? Short? Pork waist type? Horseshoe type? Watering can type? Funnel type? Squeezed out like black girl toothpaste? Rounded up like arms? Stomped like chopsticks. It blows up like a balloon? It stretches like a TV series... or is it squeezed out like a Chinese toothpaste?" For some reason, I played a parallel sentence like a machine gun. My voice was probably a little frustrated, because I was going to throw away the training so soon and I was giving advice. "Many men can't show anything, they only blackmail girls' youth with emotions."
"Then you mean, find the rich man to be more appropriate?"
"Uh, feelings can't tell. Money is so good. Put it in the money counter to count the number of copies, and check out the true and false ones."
Having said that, I suddenly remembered that the money counter is really a selfless machine. Once Disheng called me to his office and after explaining the matter, he took out a pair of insoles and said Diqing bought me. There was a money counter on his desk. Suddenly, I felt nervous and put the insole in. The machine beeped an alarm, and then a woman's voice gently and solemnly reminded you: "Comrades, please be aware that this is a counterfeit currency!"
Di Sheng felt a little pain, so he pulled out the insole and threw it aside, and said to me, "Are you doing this?"
I replied: "Your machine, the currency verification is over, it seems to call you a comrade."
"Don't understand, right? This is a nostalgic version and is sold in limited quantities." Di Sheng leaned back in his chair and said, "Is it clear? It was cut out and spelled word by word from Teresa Teng's speech recording. Yes, it’s out of print. If you say something like this, you can only dump the goods."