Husband's Fingertips

At eight o'clock on Friday night, there was no traffic jam in the capital. The smooth driving all the way made Qiu Jiyan's originally depressed mood slightly relieved.

The cool evening breeze blew in from the half-open car window, which made him feel a little relieved suddenly.

Is it worth getting upset over a masseur who doesn't have much to do with your life?

If I really start to struggle and worry because he is good-looking and inexplicably attractive to me, then what is the control I have worked so hard to develop over the years?Lie to yourself?

Come to think of it, only when I can really face all kinds of people, no matter whether they are good-looking or ordinary, tempting or duty-bound, can make myself feel calm, can I truly be ruthless, desireless, and clean myself? .

So, whether the masseuse is good-looking, gentle or stubborn, what does it have to do with me?What I want is the strength with which his fingertips touch the acupuncture points and meridians, not the masters of those ten long fingers.

Qiu Jiyan felt that he had finally figured out some things that had troubled him for the past few days.

When the car reached an extremely long red light, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to say hello to Lin Dawei.This time suddenly passed by, probably... Maybe it doesn't matter if I think about it or not, but it's just that I can't get Xia Wangchuan's clock at all.

Qiu Jiyan frowned, still took out his mobile phone, and sent a voice message to Lin Dawei.

"Master Xia, can I still set the clock tonight?"

With 30 seconds left before the red light, Qiu Jiyan felt a little inexplicably nervous, as if the wind blowing in from the window lost its original coolness.

After 20 seconds, Lin Dawei quickly sent a few WeChat messages.

"Mr. Qiu, I'm really sorry. Since last week, Master Xia has not been in the 'palace' to ring the clock on Friday and Saturday."

"I heard that there was a boss who paid a big price for all his clocks on Friday and Saturday. The contract signed by Master Xia and Gong Li was billed by the clock, and he could choose two days off every week, so he set two clocks. We have nothing to do if we don't come to the palace, and you know that the business is the best in these two days."

"President Qiu, I won't hide it from you. You are a pure massager, but some customers actually have evil thoughts about our technicians, hehe."

"That Master Xia is considered stunning in the 'Palace'. I remember that there must be a lot of people. You said that if people fall in love with partial wealth, we can't hinder their wealth, right! So please, Mr. Qiu, you must be Haihan , if you want to come for a massage, I can arrange for you Su Zhou and other top cards, waiting for your news!"

Among Lin Dawei's many words, Qiu Jiyan seemed to have grasped one important point.

Has Xia Wangchuan been hired every Friday and Saturday?

Let someone pack it?Packed?Packaged?up?

A series of wild horn sounds came from behind. Qiu Jiyan looked up and saw that the green light had changed for seven or eight seconds. He kicked the accelerator, and the car flew out like an arrow.

For a moment, Mr. Qiu didn't notice that he was driving at a speed that he had never driven before.

Also, I don't know where to go.

Xia Wangchuan was gently shaking on the bus carrying a plastic bag containing massage supplies.

He was wearing a set of the most ordinary sportswear, but he had a handsome face and a slender and tight figure, just like a bright pearl that could not block the light even though it was covered in dust. In the crowded carriage, he still attracted people A lot of girly eyes.

Another WeChat message came from the phone, and it vibrated in the trouser pocket.He couldn't spare his hands, and felt that the person who sent the letter might be Gu Xiaofei, so he didn't rush to read it.

The car staggered into the station, and just as Xia Wangchuan jumped out of the car following the flow of people, a figure squeezed over and rushed to him, almost pushing him against the car door behind him.

He was startled, and when he took a closer look at the person, he couldn't help laughing.

"Xiao Zhe, don't be so crowded next time, the car just stopped, how dangerous it is, remember?"

"Uncle, I'm going to die of anxiety. I didn't reply to your WeChat messages, and my dad didn't let me call, saying that it must be inconvenient for you to answer!"

Xiao Zhe, who was shaking Xia Wangchuan's left hand, was a ten-year-old boy.

"Why are you in a hurry? It's not time yet, just wait for uncle at home."

Xia Wangchuan let him shake his arms, and sped up his pace a little so that he would not be left behind by the half-running half-walking Xiao Zhe.

"I just miss you, Uncle Xia, after you gave me a massage last time, I performed really well this week. My dad praised me for my progress and even said that he would reward me with Decker's. I haven't done it for half a year." I've eaten it, isn't it Dad!"

The boy almost dragged Xia Wangchuan to a middle-aged man on the side of the road who was waving at the two of them.

The man was tall and slender, with a pair of old glasses on his thin face, and he looked refined.

He was wearing a half-new jacket and ordinary cotton trousers, and a pair of sneakers on his feet, which were too old to recognize the brand.

"Xiao Zhe gently pulls your Uncle Xia, let's be quiet, this is on the street, so pay more attention, you know?"

Xia Wangchuan glanced at Yu Ling who was pulling his son over. The man whose actual age was only 36 or 40 years old seemed to be in his [-]s, haggard and old.

He tightly held Yu Zhe, who was walking and dancing, and nodded towards Xia Wangchuan with some embarrassment.

"Master Xia, thank you for your hard work. It's so late every time. It's so troublesome. I'm really sorry."

Xia Wangchuan smiled, "Look at what you said, it's normal for a child to go to school during the day and come at night, not to mention that I happen to be off on Friday and Saturday, so it's not troublesome at all."

Yu Ling opened his mouth to him gratefully, probably wanting to say thank you, but felt that it was too unfamiliar, so he took it back.

Yu Ling found Xia Wangchuan to give his son Yu Zhe a massage last week.

Yu Zhe is ten years old this year. He is a child with severe ADHD. At the same time, he also has a slight tendency to Asperger's disease.

These two mental illnesses are very serious for children, making this ten-year-old boy spend almost all his time in a state of non-stop hyperactivity except for sleeping.

Yu Ling's wife died in a car accident when Yu Zhe was two years old, and his son began to show serious emotional problems when he was about three years old. All these directly drove this man into the hell of life.

But this thin and gentle man never gave up the courage to fight forward with his son.In the past ten years, he searched for doctors and medicines everywhere, and sought treatment everywhere, and all his savings were spent on Yu Zhe.

A while ago, he accidentally heard from a friend that there is a master Xia in the massage parlor in the 'Gongli', who has extraordinary skills in massage and acupoint opening.

Yu Ling's eyes lit up at that time. He has been thinking about his son's condition day and night for many years, and he has become a half-expert. He knows that massage is very helpful in alleviating ADHD. Of course, the premise must be a real expert who understands acupuncture.

He rushed to the 'palace' immediately, only to find that the place was not the small massage parlor he had imagined, but the world of the rich, a paradise for the powerful.

He hesitated again and again, but for the sake of his son, he resolutely walked in. After inquiring about the rules, he made an appointment with Xia Wangchuan.

When the two met, Yu Ling frankly introduced his situation to Xia Wangchuan, and carefully asked Xia Wangchuan if he could spare some time to help his son massage during his break.

He smiled wryly and told Xia Wangchuan what he was thinking, that he could even sell blood for his son, but he was afraid that selling blood would not afford Yu Zhe to go to the 'palace' to consume massages.

Xia Wangchuan looked at the man who was destroyed by life like a clump of autumn grass, and talked about the lonely days when he and his son depended on each other.

I don't know why, Yu Zhe's experience of losing his mother since he was a child, his ten-year-old age, and his body relying on massage all made him inexplicably think of a familiar figure in his memory, which touched his already moved heart even more.

He agreed to Yu Ling's request, and in order to accommodate the children's time, he asked the 'gongli' for the most lucrative Friday and Saturday leave.

The first time he gave up a lot of appointments and rewards on Friday and Saturday, 'Gongli' immediately spread his scandal.

The popular technician Xia Wangchuan was paid a huge sum of money by an unknown financial backer for his 48-hour Friday and Saturday all-round... contract!

Qiu Jiyan sat in the locker room of the Taekwondo Club, sweating profusely.

He just drove on the road casually for a while, and for a while, he didn't know where he was going.After walking around for a long time, I still came to the Taekwondo gym where I can excrete my energy.

The fact that Xia Wangchuan gave up the opportunity to make money in the 'palace' and chose to be booked out alone surprised him at first glance, and even had a hint of disappointment and depression that was not good.

But he quickly said to himself in his heart, very good, this is really good.

For Qiu Jiyan, a monotonous but well-organized life every day is what he wants. Only in a rigorous and correct work, in a fixed and rigid daily life, it seems that he can find a state that makes his mind as calm as water.

And for someone like Xia Wangchuan who stirred up a ripple in his heart, the farther away the better.

In fact, in Qiu Jiyan's heart, he once questioned himself very seriously and curiously, why on earth he had some strange feelings towards a masseur who only met twice.

That's right, Mr. Qiu, who is cold and upright, did not evade this real problem.

Because to be honest, since he was an adult, because of the massage and massage all the year round, he has seen too many young, handsome or fit and handsome male technicians.

Among these people, some frantically and boldly expressed their affection to him directly, and some were reserved and euphemistic, but they also showed their admiration for themselves clearly.

But Qiu Jiyan knew that although he liked men in his bones and developed a physical dependence on massage, he was also the one who disliked and looked down on masseuses the most.

Among these people, the more attractive they are and the more friendly they are to him, the more disgusted and hostile he is.

This complex psychology that is not known to the outside world is probably due to the painful experience in his childhood.

The experience of his mother being kidnapped by a romantic and handsome masseur left an indelible scar in Qiu Jiyan's heart.

It is precisely because of this that when he found that Xia Wangchuan appeared quietly at the ridiculous moment when he was drunk, sometimes ugly and sometimes handsome, sometimes gentle and sometimes resolute, which made him not disgusted, Qiu Jiyan began to feel that there seemed to be something wrong with him. .

Especially... Especially in those blurred dreams of his own, Xia Wangchuan's figure unexpectedly appeared, what is going on here?

Why didn't this masseur, who was discovered by me to be handsome in appearance and lose his temper with him, not arouse the disgust that he should have always had?

On the contrary, when I felt his gentle fingertips, slender and strong body, listened to the sound of running water, and quietly looked at his face with red lips and white teeth, at that moment, I actually only remembered his amazing beauty.

Qiu Jiyan found that Xia Wangchuan seemed to have a strange yet inexplicably familiar smell, which made him unknowingly ignore many things that he used to care about.

Fortunately, these things that confuse and annoy me are finally over!

It turns out that behind those so-called tenderness and perseverance, there is still the most common thing in the world, a heart that longs for money.

While taking a shower in the bathroom, a few young guys were playing while flushing.

A young man dropped his soap on the floor and stooped to pick it up. The bad friend next to him immediately made fun of him, pretending to use his hands and feet, and several people made a fuss.

Qiu Jiyan glanced sideways at those young figures and frowned.

I don't know why, but the wonderful experience of the chaos when he met Xia Wangchuan in the mist for the first time quickly came to his mind.

He vigorously splashed a handful of water on his face, trying to wash that alluring figure away from his eyes.