This attack is poisonous

Xiaoqian finished massaging his upper body, walked to the middle of the massage table, and began to massage his legs.

He is very good at controlling the distance. According to the proportion of the human body, he infers that the height of this customer may be nearly 1.9 meters, but when he massages the soles of the customer's feet, he realizes that his deduction is wrong. This person is more than 1.9 meters. The legs are very long.

"With your figure, you can even be a model." He joked with a smile while massaging the soles of the guests' feet.

Chen Rong was praised by him for the third time in one day, and suddenly he didn't know what to say, which had never happened before.

He paused for a few seconds before replying: "Thank you, you are very good at complimenting people."

Xiaoqian smiled a little embarrassedly, "I'm telling the truth, your figure is really enviable."

Chen Rong glanced at him, and found that he was really thin now, and his clothes looked empty on his body. Although he was better than some time when he was with him before, he was still much thinner compared to most men. .

But Weng Jie was originally in good shape, not particularly muscular, but very tight. When exercising, he looked like a nimble little leopard, with the strength accumulated in his body that only a strong male animal would have.

Unlike later, the waist was only thin, and there was no flesh on the body. Even the wrists were so thin that they were almost like a woman, and the wrist bones protruded half a ball.

"You should eat more." Chen Rong said without paying attention.

Xiaoqian was obviously taken aback, and then he smiled helplessly, "Thank you, but I have a bad stomach, and I can't grow meat even if I eat it."

Have a bad stomach?Chen Rong recalled it and found that it was indeed the case. In the next few years with him, Weng Jie couldn't eat much.

At first, Chen Rong thought he did it on purpose for himself, so he ignored it. It wasn't until one time that Weng Jie was given a lot of alcohol by him, and he started to vomit blood after drinking, and he didn't know that he really had a bad stomach.

"Take care of her in the future, and she will get better." He didn't know whether he was comforting himself or the other party.

Xiaoqian hummed, but didn't continue talking.

How could he have the time to nourish his stomach? It would be pretty good to be able to eat enough.

Even though the owner of the massage shop will not deduct everyone's wages, the business of this small shop has not been very good. Recently, the economy has become more and more sluggish, and everyone is calling for a reduction in consumption. How few people have spare money to do massage.

And those who have money to do it don't look down on their low-grade small shops at all.

The salary he receives every month, minus the rent, water and electricity bills, and essential daily necessities, is barely enough for food and clothing. At most, he can guarantee that he will not starve to death, but if he gets sick , There is no money to go to the hospital at all, so I can only go to a small clinic to buy some cheap pills and swallow them, and then I live and die.

In order to avoid that person in the past two or three years, he didn't even dare to use his ID card, and he didn't even dare to claim the subsidies given to the disabled by the Disabled Persons' Federation.

When he first escaped, he still had some money on him, but he was soon cheated and snatched away. In the end, he could only sleep in the underground passage like most homeless people, and most of his food was given by kind people. When he was very hungry, he would go through the trash can and even grab food from stray dogs.

After settling here, he still didn't dare to disclose any information about his real identity. He used a pseudonym for his name. He said his surname was Qian, and everyone called him Xiaoqian.

His calling card was issued by the boss, and the mobile phone he used was also an old phone that the boss had eliminated for many years. Apart from making and making calls, he couldn't even check the time.

Every day, he walks between the rental house and the store at two points and one line, and the range of activities hardly exceeds a radius of one kilometer.

But compared to the previous few years, he is quite content now, and it would be nice to live in this small place until he dies. I just hope that person will forget him long after he gets married, and never come here again. .

The entire massage took about an hour. After the work was over, Xiaoqian secretly took a breath. His current physical condition, even a relatively easy job such as massage, was a bit overwhelming.

Chen Rong sat up and saw Xiaoqian rubbing the muscles near the tiger's mouth of his right hand with his left hand, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is your hand... hurting?"

As if frightened, Xiaoqian stopped immediately, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "No...it's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Chen Rong knew that his right hand had been injured, and that the injury was also caused by himself. The injury was very serious at the time. Even if he found the best doctor to treat him, he could not fully recover in the end.

Usually, he can't see anything, but he can no longer hold the gun steadily because of this. This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to an athlete who has practiced shooting since childhood and integrated this sport into his life.

Although at that time, Weng Jie was no longer an athlete.

Thinking back, he really did too many things that hurt But Weng Jie, it's very rare that the other party didn't hate him to the bone, and he still wanted Dan Weng Jie to love him wishful thinking.

Chen Rong knew that the person standing in front of him was invisible now, so he simply let himself laugh at himself, but he didn't make a sound.

"Sir, the massage has been finished, what else do you need?" Xiaoqian asked without hearing the other party's movements.

"No, thank you." Chen Rong said.

Then he got up and went in to change his clothes back, went to the boss to settle the bill, and gave a tip of several hundred more. He didn't give the small money directly because he was afraid that he would not accept it.

After he got out, he got into his dusty black Land Rover and let the driver drive off.

He hasn't figured out how to get Dan Weng Jie to return to him willingly, and he can't get in touch with him too much now, on the one hand, he is afraid of scaring the snake, and more importantly, he is afraid that he can't help but catch him back again.

Xiaoqian was taken aback for a moment when he heard Lao Li say that the guest had given him a huge tip, and then fell silent.

He felt that today's guest seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember what made him feel familiar.

There were no guests in the morning, and the lunch was cooked by Lao Li's wife. The boss and his wife usually eat with a few blind masseuses, and the meal fee is deducted from their salary according to the cost.

After all, Lao Li and the others are also living a difficult life, and there is only so much they can help.

The store didn't close until after nine o'clock in the evening. Xiaoqian was the last one to leave among the masseurs. He helped Lao Li and the others pack up before leaving with his blind cane.

The rental house he lives in is not far from this store, a few hundred meters away, without crossing the road, in a small alley, the location is relatively remote, the landlord is an old lady with a loud voice, she has a bad temper, and her reputation is not very good , no one is willing to rent her house, so the rent is relatively cheap.

This is an old city, and most of the houses were built by the residents themselves decades ago. Because the land is getting more and more expensive, the distance between many houses is so small that it is almost negligible.

So although the room Xiaoqian lives in is on the first floor, it doesn't see sunlight all the year round. It is almost the same as the basement. Although it is cool in summer, it will be very humid in the rainy season, and it will be extremely hot when it rains, and it will be extremely cold in winter.

He couldn't see, and he didn't even turn on the lights in the house. The electricity bill was not cheap, and he could save money if he could.

He fumbled to insert the key into the lock, and after opening the door, he put the blind stick in the corner behind the door, changed into slippers, and went out to wash with a basin.

The house has a concrete floor, so he doesn't have to worry about the floor getting dirty, so he usually wears slippers to wash at the public tap outside.

After washing, he took a pot of cold water, plugged in the electricity, and boiled it. He touched a rough ceramic cup with a corner missing, poured a glass of water carefully, and then sat on the single plank bed and soaked it in hot water for a while. feet.

There is no place to take a shower here. He usually washes in the store. The boss doesn't mind this and doesn't charge him extra money, so he usually leaves a little later to help clean up and pack things.

The furniture in his room was only an old wooden table and a low wooden bed, without even a stool, so he had to stand or sit on the bed when he came in.

As for the wardrobe, he only has a few pieces of clothes for all seasons. For other seasons, he puts them in a cardboard box in the corner and tie them with big plastic bags to prevent mold.

Seasonal clothes are placed at the end of the bed, not misplaced, but neatly folded.

After tidying up, he took off his clothes and lay on the bed to go to bed. I don't know if it was because he met the guest during the day, but he was still a little restless. It took a long time before he fell asleep, and at night he dreamed of him The things I most want to forget completely.