Lost Dreams

Extra Story [-]: Last Dream

This is the first time Lin Chuyao has come out to sell.

She put bright red rouge on her mouth, and her transparent fingertips were stained with white powder, which thinly covered the red pimples under her bangs.She was wearing a lake-blue silk cheongsam, her hair was tied up with a rope, and the collar was unbuttoned, revealing small round breasts wrapped in pink embroidery. Perfume, greasy sweetness.Chu Yao sprayed a little on her wrist and patted her neck lightly.

When she was nine years old, she was sold to the Lin family as a girl. At the age of 16, the Lin family was defeated and sold her to a brothel for income.She sat in front of the glass mirror and painted her pale lips, not knowing what expression to put on.

Chu Yao grew up among concubines and concubines, she has developed charming eyes, every frown and frown are full of charm, and she is also imbued with the virginity of a girl, giving her a different kind of sexiness.

She is used to seeing aunts and wives who dedicate their bodies like ****, and she doesn't think this is a shameful role, but she doesn't know what to do when it's her turn.The flames of war in Chongqing have not yet ignited, and the girls painted with makeup are smiling generously and movingly in this feast of lights, more touching than flowers.

It was dark, and as soon as the neon lights were turned on, the downstairs suddenly became agitated. The old bustard yelled to pick up the guests, and the girls went out like fish.

Chu Yao was the last one to leave the room. Standing on the stairs, she saw her sisters standing in a ball in front of them.She saw a woman in the crowd, with red lips and peach blossom eyes, silver peonies on a black silk cheongsam, flesh-colored stockings could be seen at the slit.The hem has grown to the lower part of the calf, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes are on the feet.The black coat was hung in the crook of the arm, and was taken over.She smiled softly and generously in the pile of cockroaches, and Chu Yao realized that the old bustard was not joking with her when she told her that some of the wives are good now.

"Sister Manqing!"

"Mrs. Zhao! How long have you been here?"

They rushed forward in a swarm. Chu Yao stayed where she was because she didn't react. At this moment, she saw the person next to Zhao Manqing, wearing a high black hat with the brim pressed down very low, and her coat had already been taken off. , the suit inside seemed to be a bit out of fit, with wider shoulders, longer sleeves, and half of the palms were covered.Chu Yao saw the man suddenly raised his head, staring straight at her with obsidian eyes, suddenly flustered.

"Master Xia, have you chosen?" Seeing him look up, Zhao Manqing smiled and looked over to hold his arm. Master Xia nodded, raised his chin at Chu Yao, and let out a deliberately low voice from his throat.

"Just her."

"Ouch! Master Xia has good eyesight! This is the first time Rose has come out, and she's still a baby!"

"I'm joking, old mother. It's also the first time our Young Master Xia has come out to play, and we need a girl to teach us."

Zhao Manqing pushed Master Xia and sent him up, he looked back, nodded, turned and continued upstairs, Zhao Manqing led a girl and left, Chu Yao took two steps back, she had to pick up the guests.

The two walked into the room together in silence, Young Master Xia's shiny black leather shoes glistened under the light, Chu Yao pushed the door open, Young Master Xia closed it again, the two of them sat beside the Eight Immortals table, unable to talk for a while.The moonlight came in through the open window, fell on the table, and shone into the glass, like a half-jug of wine. A cat stepped over the roof, rattling the tiles it stepped on, and the wind also blew in, golden The tasseled curtains swayed their shadows under the foreign lamps, and the breaths of the two were intertwined in the air, like mating animals, panting and joining together.

Master Xia moved.He took off the hat, and Chu Yao almost cried out when she saw her perfectly curly hair. Master Xia took off his coat and put it on the table beside him. He was only wearing a black vest and a white shirt, although it wasn't too obvious. But Chu Yao still saw the bulge on Young Master Xia's chest, she breathed a sigh of relief but became embarrassed, Young Master Xia poured herself a cup of tea, and finally spoke.

"Xia Yunzhu."

Chu Yao was stunned for a while before realizing that this was the name of Young Master Xia. The cleverness she had when she was a girl seemed to disappear suddenly. The person sitting in front of her was her first guest, but it was actually a woman. Chu Yao was puzzled. After accepting the reality, her chest was beating like a drum. It's not that she didn't know that this store would entertain women, but she didn't expect that it was her turn to entertain.She pursed her lips, and a little bit of rouge was wiped off, making her seductive red.

"Rose." She told her the name given to her by the bustard. She saw Yun Zhu frown, was she dissatisfied with her flower name?She was cramped.

The room was surprisingly cold, Chu Yao forgot to light a fire, and the charcoal was silent in the stove.The north wind blew in, and the humidity fell on her face. She was still not used to the humid air in the mountain city.She stared blankly at Yun Zhu eating tea, both of them were silent, the light went out, and before Chu Yao could react, it turned on again on its own.

Junzhu finished his tea, put down the cup, and said something in Chongqing dialect, which Chuyao couldn't understand, but Junzhu changed to the northern dialect, and the woman's clear voice came out, which was better than the pipa played by those who sang big operas. "Aren't you from here?" she asked her.

Chu Yao nodded, and said that she came to Chongqing with her old master, and that she had been sold. Yun Zhu patted her hand to express her sympathy, and gradually chatted with her. □□The man's panting, the wooden bed creaked, Chu Yao blushed, and when she turned her head and saw Yun Zhu staring at her without blinking, her heart shook.

She is out to sell, she is here to play.What about women?I paid the money, and I can play as I like. That Mrs. Zhao said that it was her first time, but it was also her first time to sell it.Can this also be used as an excuse?After all, this bud is about to open. Is it shameful to bloom in a woman's hand?Now the wives don't like to play with the little girl, and the gentlemen who just learned how to raise rabbits come out to play with women, so what about the Manqing downstairs?Who doesn't know that the second young master Yi she married is disabled, almost everyone in the Yi family is supported by her, so what if she mutters behind her back, she still goes out to play without even wearing an extra hat, who dares to say she?Mrs. Yi has such a powerful mouth, and when she mentions it, she only dares to praise but not to scold.She is also shrewd and capable. After returning from studying abroad, she fiddles with business and is doing well. I heard that she is one of the shareholders of this brothel.What is she afraid of?But this Xia Yunzhu, pretending to be serious, is really the first time, looking so eagerly, afraid that his money will be wasted?

Chu Yao turned off the light with a heart, leaving only a red candle faltering in the wind. Looking down from the window, she could see the neon tubes emitting heat, illuminating the flowers, streets, and willows like daytime.Children are not allowed to come to this kind of place, nor are honest and honest people. The people who come here are all rich young masters, all upstarts. The yellow-faced woman is sitting at home. He comes out to have fun, and invites people to eat if he likes it. , watch a movie, even if it is wrapped.Players in this kind of place don't care much, they say that sex is ruthless, actors are meaningless, just play around, and most of them won't get back to be concubines.There is no need to be afraid if you meet a few special ones. Anyway, these women have no background and no family background. When the master gets tired of playing with them, they will raise a new one. There is nowhere to cry.Is it possible to divorce again and sell it?It's a joke. Signing a marriage certificate is like signing a deed of prostitution, and you will be trapped there for the rest of your life.

The candlelight made people dizzy, Junzhu got up and closed the window, the moonlight came in through the gray glass window, fell on the ground, covered with a layer of silver frost, the two stared at each other in the hazy moonlight , Chu Yao was already sitting on the bed, a few of the buttons on her chest were undone, revealing her snow-white chest.Junzhu walked up to her, and silently helped her untie the sister buttons on the front of her lapel. The hair she let down brushed her neck, itching.

Chu Yao helped her unbutton her shirt. It was the first time for them to see the petite pussy wrapped in cloth. They didn't know what to do after taking off their clothes. They just kissed ignorantly, with the tip of their tongues in their mouths. Fight like entangled beasts in a circus.Jun Zhu straddled Chu Yao's body, her fingers were slender, and her palm wrapped around her round penis, which was like a red bean.They kissed, and the shadow of the candle light became so big that two black ghosts were nailed to the wall like ghosts.

Chu Yao will always remember that night, when unfamiliar fingers stabbed into her body tentatively, scratching the hot tip of her cock, the woman's panting and her cock, a huge tide of pleasure wrapped her heart like a tide, Yun Bamboo's fingers were chasing wildly in her body, and she was in pain and joy.

After the end, she lay in Junzhu's arms, listening to her exhausted breathing, they lay naked on the lake blue sheets, like fish waiting to be slaughtered.Chu Yao was very sleepy, her eyelids drooped and she was about to close, but Yun Zhu just stared at the dark top of the bed, never closing her eyes.

The door was knocked.

"Master Xia, it's time to go back."

It was Zhao Manqing's voice—a clear soprano, who came in like a ghost. Yun Zhu responded, and gently pulled his arm out from under Chu Yao's head, and put clothes on himself one by one.Chu Yao was still lying on the bed - she knew that this might be unreasonable, but she could go against common sense for a while - she could use her first time as an excuse willfully.

So she leaned on the pillow and watched Junzhu pull up her hair and put her coat over her suit. She waited for Junzhu to say goodbye to her—a kiss and a few nice words before leaving.Yunzhu left her a stack of foreign bills, and did not forget to wear a hat before going out.Chu Yao heard them chattering at the door of the room, and then the voices got farther and farther away. She put away all the money, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The windows were closed tightly, and there was no sound in the room. She soaked in a strange sense of happiness and dreamed about her future.

On the second day, Junzhu didn't come.

The brothel was not open during the day, Chu Yao slept until the sun was high before getting up, put on her clothes and went downstairs to eat, the prostitutes without make-up had pale faces, sitting eerie by the wooden table.When not picking up guests, they only wear a simple robe, and some people wear a short jacket over a white lace nightdress, rubbing it dirty on their body.They ate in silence, and either took a nap after eating, or gathered together to gossip about their wives and young masters.There are customers who are well-dressed and go out with their hips twisted. The procuress divides the money she gets from the clients, and then distributes it to the boss. She never cares about the extra money these people get, but any smart person knows how to buy some Dongxi respects her, she is not afraid of running away when she has money - so what if she elopes with her sweetheart?There is passion during whoring, and emptiness after it is over. Only fools believe that forever will last forever, and in the end they come back after making a fuss.

They are without love.

The door of the brothel was knocked open suddenly, the old bustard yelled lazily not to open the door, a man's voice came, the gangsters hurriedly wiped their mouths, wiped their hair, and patted their faces. After they were all seated, they looked straight at the door, and a servant came in, well dressed, holding a huge bouquet of roses, glistening with dew.

"Who is Rose?" he asked.

"Hey, it's me." Chu Yao replied, and the young man handed over the flowers, smiling ambiguously.

"Master Xia entrusted me to give it to you."

Chu Yao blushed, thanked her quickly, and gave the boy a tip. Seeing him leave happily, the door closed again, and the girls cried out, praising her for being lucky, and filled the room with sour jealousy. Chu Yao hugged the flowers and went back to her room, her heart beating violently.

Turning out an empty vase, Chu Yao put the flowers in, and there was still a faint fragrance, she fiddled with the blood-red petals, feeling a little sweet in her heart.

After several days, Junzhu finally came.

In the past few days, Chu Yao didn't pick up a single customer, and stayed in the room to see that the flower finally withered, and the red petals turned dry yellow and fell down.

Junzhu pushed her away from the room like a cat, still dressed as last time, she hugged her, rubbing her lips against the back of her neck, Chu Yao was surprised and happy, but also a little annoyed, annoyed that she hadn't come for several days, even She didn't send another flower, but she soon lost her temper. They hugged and kissed and fell on the table. Jun Zhu smiled when she saw the roses she put in the glass bottle.

"Think of me like that? You won't throw away the flowers when they wither?"

"Still talking? I'm a customer and I didn't pick up any of them. I spent my money for you!"

"It seems that this is the first time I have served you well, girl, and I don't want to touch others anymore?"

"Grumpy!"

Chu Yao pushed her, Jun Zhu grabbed her wrist and led her to the bed, this time even the light was turned off, Chu Yao saw the white body leaning over her, small and pointed breasts, smooth Arm, a little ashamed, Junzhu opened his mouth to cover her cock, she screamed, and touched her too, she hadn't escaped from the last passion, and fell into a new happiness.Chu Yao got up again, went to kiss her lips, squinted her eyes, and asked her teasingly.

"I'll send you flowers every day from now on?"

"Are you covering me?"

"It's for you."

So she stretched out her hand to embrace Yunzhu's neck, brought her lips to her ear, and said softly.

"Chu Yao."

"what?"

"You asked last time, my name."

"surname…?"

"Master Sui, his surname is Lin."

"Good to hear."

Chu Yao then laughed, and kissed her again, the curtain was torn off, leaving some gray yarn.

Moonlight poured in.

Since that day, Junzhu really sent flowers every day, red roses, pink lilies, dew-covered tulips, and yellow sunflowers.Chu Yao's vase is full again after emptying, and it doesn't change every day.

Junzhu still came to her, always with Zhao Manqing, and occasionally alone.When Zhao Manqing was there, they listened to Manqing's voice in the room after finishing their work. Two muffled thumps and a protracted "Master Xia—" were the signal of parting.When Manqing was away, Junzhu would occasionally stay overnight, and sometimes he would take a rickshaw and leave.Chu Yao was lying on the window edge, dangling her legs, and saw her walking away in the car, like a shooting star, disappearing into the extremely dark night.

Jun Zhu still came to her.It's just that the intervals are getting longer and longer.She also went out with Yunzhu once or twice, the streets were full of foreign firms, blond foreigners, she deeply felt that she was out of place.

She suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

It has been half a month since Jun Zhu came last time.

Chu Yao sat beside the table of the Eight Immortals, picking the flowers in her vase.

She hadn't been touched by anyone except Jun Zhu, and the old bustard thought she was probably being tricked, so she didn't care much.It's just that the room is often empty recently, and she can't help chewing her tongue behind her back.

Chu Yao didn't care, she just lay on the railing and looked down, expecting to see Yunzhu wrapped in a suit that was one size bigger, or her standing next to Manqing.

She suddenly saw Man Qing.

It seems that he came here specifically to find her.But there was no one else around, Chu Yao was puzzled.Manqing knew that Yunzhu had taken care of her, but where did this come from?She couldn't figure it out, so she didn't think about it any more. She saw Man Qing walking towards her holding on to the railing. Her hair was freshly permed and curled on the top.She thought of Junzhu's straight hair, which was sexy when untied.She remembered what Junzhu told her about her school days, and she was always fantasizing about Yunzhu's original appearance, not hidden in a man's shell.

It was something she couldn't possibly see.

"Miss Rose."

Man Qing nodded slightly at her, just after January, the weather turned cold.This year is 1, and the Japanese bombing has intensified, and everyone is fleeing, only some who are not afraid of death are still playing in these fireworks and willow lanes like everyone else.Chu Yao didn't believe that Man Qing would come to play with her in this situation, she saw Man Qing wrapped in a blue fox fur robe, with a pale face.She was different from usual, so different.But Chu Yao couldn't tell what was the difference.

"Hey." Chu Yao finally answered.

"I won't talk nonsense." Manqing closed the door, leaned against the door, took out a bong, and lit it.The red lips were pursed, and the spent rouge rubbed against the silver cigarette holder, like blood.

"Jun Zhu is getting married."

Chu Yao was shocked.She couldn't speak, it was like a pot of cold water was poured on her head, it was icy cold.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't even make a sound.

"She likes you very much, that's why I came to tell you." Man Qing exhaled a smoke ring, and the white ring quickly dissipated in the air.

"After getting married, she will go abroad with her husband." Man Qing knocked on the door for a pipe. "We're also moving out of Chongqing, it's too unsafe here. Maybe we won't come back. She's the same."

"Miss Rose, I don't know how much sincerity you have devoted to Yunzhu, but I advise you that there is no love in the first place."

Manqing left again, she stepped on fragmented steps, her high heels whineed, and she stepped on the creaking wooden boards.Chu Yao never recovered, she almost forgot that Man Qing had come, forgot what Man Qing said to her, but the smell of expensive cosmetic powder in the room could not go away, and there was also the smell of perfume on Man Qing, faintly It's sweet, unlike her, people who are tired feel sick.

Chu Yao felt that Man Qing was sad.Is it sad for her?It's sad that she, as a prostitute, still falls in love with a woman?Sad that she gave her heart, but got such a result?Her feet were weak, and she fell to the ground with a plop. She felt that Manqing's sadness was too strong, and she also became sad.

That night, Chu Yao received the first male guest.

Manqing said that Junzhu would not come again.Chu Yao felt the heat that penetrated into her body, but felt cold all over her body. She couldn't feel any pleasure, and even felt a little sick.

She finally felt like a jerk.

Before that, she only felt that she was Junzhu's lover, and this brothel was their secret dating place, and she didn't feel that she had sold herself to Yunzhu.I just thought it was a love affair.

She finally woke up from the dream.

The man left after dawn. Chu Yao didn't fall asleep when she opened her eyes. She was wrapped in the quilt and looked outside through the dusty glass.It was the cold wind that blew off the leaves of the trees, and she vaguely saw a rickshaw driving past her downstairs, and a young woman sat in it, with long hair and a white cheongsam, like blue and white porcelain.She seemed to see the man holding a bouquet of roses—red like blood.

She stared out the window without blinking, and only then did she feel that she was betraying herself.A few scraps of paper flew over outside the window, like red sparks, and some soot from gunpowder, they stuck to the glass, Chu Yao looked over and thought it was snowing heavily.

She reached for a cup of tea on the bedside table.The cheap tea has been left for a long time, and it is brown like medicine when it is poured out. The taste is really uneven. The upper layer has a slightly lighter taste, which is only better than white water. The bitterness is like kissing someone who has chewed tea, the saliva is full of tea dregs and the sour taste.

She looked at the daylight without blinking.

She seemed to see a shooting star flying towards her.

□□ cast down.