Zamoli

Chang Ming'an was absent-minded all day long.

Miss He, who lived upstairs next door when he was a child, was hidden in a small corner deep in his memory, and he thought he had forgotten it.But he found that he still remembered that gentle voice, and the tube of hawthorn tablets that was thrown into the trash can. She was a very good person, but he didn't know what happened afterwards.

In the end, Chang Ming'an decided to make another trip.

After get off work the next day, he went back to the old house, went directly to the next building, counted the floors, and went up to the fourth floor. He hesitated outside the door for a while, and knocked lightly on the door.

He waited anxiously for a while, and found that no one answered the door, so he knocked again, but there was still no one. He began to wonder if he had a dream last night.

Someone from the opposite door opened the door and came out to throw out trash. Seeing Chang Ming An standing there, he asked cautiously, "Who are you looking for?"

Chang Mingan hurriedly pointed to the door that had no answer, and asked, "Hello, may I ask, is there anyone living here?"

"Yes." The man looked Chang Mingan up and down.

Chang Mingan didn't know why, so he continued to ask: "Then when will she come back?"

"I don't know." The opposite door put the garbage bag by the door, and closed the door with a "bang", with obvious impatience and contempt in his tone.

It was already autumn, and there was a draft in the corridor, Chang Mingan lit a cigarette, stood by the door and started smoking.An ordinary iron door with a red-backed blessing letter on it, old and worn out, I don't know if it was pasted a few years ago, one corner has come off the glue, drooped down, and swayed slightly in the wind.

After smoking one cigarette, it was already dinner time. People coming and going in the corridor all cast their gazes on Chang Mingan, as if he was a monster with three eyes. Whenever Chang Mingan met their gazes, On the road, they hurried past again, as if they were afraid that Chang Mingan would start talking to them.

After smoking the second cigarette, no one came back, Chang Mingan hadn't eaten yet, his stomach growled, he laughed at himself, and began to wonder what he was doing.

He was about to leave, when suddenly there was the sound of high-heeled shoes knocking on the stairs in the corridor.

Chang Mingan looked intently, she came.

She is wearing a light green cheongsam today, which grows to the middle of her calf, like a stalk of bamboo facing the wind.She saw Chang Mingan standing by the door, frowning, looking at him suspiciously.

Chang Ming'an found that she was only half a head shorter than himself, and the bitter plum fragrance was barely there, so he said helplessly: "You, hello."

She nodded and said "Hello."

His voice was a little deeper than Chang Mingan had imagined, a little hoarse, and a little nasal, it sounded like he had a cold.She took out a bunch of jingling keys from the buckle bag, opened the door, turned sideways and said, "Come in."

Chang Ming'an was stunned, it was too careless to casually invite strangers into the house.

He was hesitating when he saw that the owner of the house had already walked in, so he had no choice but to follow in and close the door behind him.

The house is not big, with one bedroom and one living room. It is messy beyond Chang Mingan's expectations. Things are piled up randomly. Looking through the open bedroom door, the bed is also messy, with quilts piled up randomly. It doesn't look like a well-dressed room for young women.

Chang Ming'an stood awkwardly in the room. He was tall and felt very uncomfortable in the small and messy room.The owner of the house who led him in was very at ease. He took off his high-heeled shoes while holding the dining table, and casually threw them aside. He stepped on the ground with bare feet. When he bent over, the waist and hips of the cheongsam were very tight.

Chang Mingan hurriedly looked away, rubbed the tip of his nose, and said, "It's cold, don't go barefoot."

She stepped on the ground with her bare feet and turned to look at Chang Ming'an. Her toenails were also painted bright red, making her skin as white as snow.She looked at Chang Ming'an with her apricot core that was slightly raised at the end of her eyes, and without saying a word, she raised her hand and began to unbutton the collar of the cheongsam.

"You..." Chang Mingan panicked, wanted to raise his hand to stop her, but was too embarrassed to touch her, so he took two steps back, tripped over a small wooden stool on the floor, almost lost his footing, and was very embarrassed .

Her buttons had been unbuttoned to her chest, and the soft fabric drooped, revealing a large, flat piece of white skin on her chest.

Chang Mingan was dumbfounded, and stammered: "You, you are..."

The man stopped what he was doing, opened his already round eyes even wider, looked at Chang Ming'an suspiciously, and answered his words: "It's a man."

Chang Ming Anru was struck by lightning, only now did he realize that after the person in front of him pushed all his long hair back, the exposed shoulders were wider than ordinary women, and the place that was originally covered by the collar of the cheongsam was exposed. His adam's apple and modified facial features also carried a masculine heroism that could not be concealed, but his appearance was already delicate, his body was also slender, and his temperament was the first to catch people's attention, which captivated Chang Ming'an's eyes.

The man frowned, pursed his mouth slightly, stepped forward impatiently, and pushed Chang Ming'an with his hands painted with red nails, and the half-untucked cheongsam slid down with his movements, revealing his collarbone, The chest still has half of the shoulders, and there is a little pink in the white, like the petals of a peach blossom that has just opened.

He bit a rubber band he had just picked up from the table in his mouth, wrapped his hands around the hair that got in the way, and said vaguely: "If you want to do it, do it, if you don't do it, get out."

Chang Ming'an has never doubted his sexual orientation in his life, and he hasn't now, but the person in front of him has the beauty of ambiguous gender, and he is cute and straightforward. His mind is full of words and he doesn't know how to ask them. Perhaps the floor was too cold, and the toes curled up and stretched restlessly.

Chang Mingan used his feet to move a pair of women's slippers that were scattered by the door to his feet, and said, "We'll talk about it after we put it on."

The long hair has been pulled up by him in twos and threes, and it was not tied very seriously, and several strands slipped through the net and fell around the neck.He looked at Chang Ming'an as if he had discovered a new world, his delicate eyebrows were raised, he had applied delicate makeup, and his eyeliner was slightly raised at the end of his eyes.

"So he was a good man," he said.

Chang Mingan, who was inexplicably praised, kicked the slippers again, insisting: "Put it on."

"No."

With a light smile, he kicked away Chang Ming'an's kindness. One of the slippers hit the corner of the table, and the other was kicked under the sofa, where he disappeared.Before Chang Ming'an could get angry, he took two steps forward, with a pair of arms hanging around Chang Ming'an's neck, and his body sticking to it, the bitter fragrance of plum blossoms lingered all over Chang Ming'an's body.

He is like a vine clinging to a big tree, weak and boneless, whispering in his ear, meaning something.

"I have to take it off anyway."