Sugar paper

My name is Tangzhi, also Ruan Yu.

My 27 years of life are like a candy wrapper that has been stripped of sugar. The packaging is colorful and beautiful, with a little bit of melted sugar inside.I crumpled up and held this bit of sugar, waiting to be thrown into the trash can at any time.

My parents died young, and my elder sister brought me up.My sister is a female publicist, of course you can have other understandings, you are right.My life before the age of 15 followed my sister like duckweed. There were some good days when my sister lived in a high-end apartment, and I was also arranged for a boarding school with a decent academic style.After a few years, it was no longer possible. My sister gave birth to a daughter, and the man's freshness passed. He didn't want my sister or a daughter, so he simply let the main wife drive my sister out.

My sister had no choice but to go back to her old job and continue to work in the guild hall.It's just that the value of female publicists who have given birth has been greatly depreciated in the hall, and the business is not so easy to do.After struggling to support me for a while, I returned to a not so good school in junior high school.At that time, my academic performance was not very good. I didn't know why I was studying.

My sister doesn't care about me either.She was worried that she would not be able to make more money herself.

People in this circle are like this, money comes as soon as they have a leg, and they can't think of any other way out.They say that if you save enough, you will be a good man, but not many of them can really wash their hands and go ashore.I even know that many girls have saved enough money to find a husband to marry, and then come back to work in their spare time.The temptation to get money fast is far more than face dignity.

At that time, I didn't think there was any problem with this lifestyle at all, and I worked part-time in the guild hall during winter and summer vacations.Cut fruit plate, free wine.

The decoration in the hall is resplendent, and the corridors are all golden and dazzling lights.

My sister's foreman is Miko, a plump woman in her thirties who always wears bright lipstick.I don't like her. After my sister came back to work, the resources she allocated to my sister were not very good. According to her words, what man would want it after giving birth.

So do you understand the three views here?

It's deformed, and it's totally different from the bright and bright world outside.

They treat the skin and meat business as a business. There is no difference between people and livestock. They can do anything as long as they have money.

But I felt that Miko was very kind to me. She was brought into the club by her boyfriend back then. Of course, I have always had doubts about the "boyfriend".She was pregnant with a child, but she didn't want it in the end. She said that the child was a drag, but she took good care of me in private.

I remember that the guild hall once introduced imported fruit plates, which are usually very expensive and difficult to eat, and are only provided to a small number of VIP boxes.She secretly left half of it for me, blocked me outside the toilet door, and forced me to finish eating quickly so that no one could see it.

If her child is not aborted, she will be about my age.

In short, I spent nearly ten years in the guild hall like this.The strange props and strange ways of playing that I learned can even be compiled into a set of textbooks for nine-year compulsory education.

When chatting, some of them will joke, saying that I can be an MB, MB is very popular nowadays, and some customers don’t like men, but they are willing to try something new. class.

They don't take it as an insult.

If you tell people outside that you are good-looking, you should go to MB, and you will probably get beaten up.But it was different here, and this could even be understood as a compliment.If you can make more money with your body, you are awesome.

This is where I met Du Chaoan.

At that time, he had just started his business, and it was not taboo for men and women to come to our hall to play.He has the kind of sword-browed and star-eyed appearance, uh, I know this description is very old-fashioned, but I don't know how to say it, it's the kind of heroic good-looking, with a lot of added temperament.He is generous and has no airs. He doesn't like to embarrass the public relations. If there is something he wants to play, if the public relations refuse, he will not force it. At worst, he will change to someone who is willing to play next time, so the reputation is very good.

At that time, my 16th birthday had not yet passed, and it was the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school. I worked as a waiter in the clubhouse every day, delivering food and drinks, and doing whatever the guests asked.

Du Chaoan has a regular suite at the corner of the top floor. Every time he comes, a few fixed food and fruits will be delivered there, and then he will help him take his clothes to dry cleaning. He is also very particular about hygiene. They have to change the sheets and pillowcases, and he never keeps anyone overnight.Because I go often, I can often meet him.

He is also very generous with tips. I remember one time I thought he was done with it, and he went in without responding when I knocked on the door. As a result, I ran into him hugging someone naked, and when I opened the door, his eyes slammed into me. in the eyes.I was so scared that I slammed the door and left.

This is a guild hall. I don't know what everyone is doing here to have fun. It's just that the privacy here is relatively high, and it's not like you can see people like this everywhere.

I'm scared to death, this is a serious mistake, and if I complain, I will lose a lot of money.I hid for a long time, and finally bit the bullet and went, after all, he had to change the sheets before going to bed.

When he opened the door, he was wrapped in a towel and said with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't come."

I said with a sad face, "Mr. Du, I'm really sorry. I dared to open the door and come in when I saw the housecleaning sign hanging outside your door."

At that time, he was in his early thirties, and he hadn't cultivated to be as stable as he was later. He said with a smile, "It's my fault. I scared the kids." Then he handed me a Ferrero and said he wanted to calm me down.

"Eat now."

I nervously opened Ferrero's candy wrapper, only to find that there was no candy in it, and there was a 100 RMB note kneaded into a ball.He said: "Tips for you, don't be angry, how can I sleep if I don't even change the sheets? Isn't it?"

I looked at him. At that time, I had no idea that Ferrero's candy wrappers just showed my life.Only sugar wrappers, no sugar inside.

Probably because of such a small episode, when he came again later, there seemed to be a secret radio wave between us that only we could understand.

Sometimes he would comment on the skills of the person who accompanied him, and then see me blushing and laugh at me as a chick.

"Talk about love, kid, sex without love is meaningless."

I boldly asked: "Then why do you keep coming here? Since it's not interesting."

He looked at me funny for a while, and finally said: "It's lonely without sex. Besides, who said it's not interesting? I think it's very interesting to chat with you."

Gradually, he got busy with work and had to travel both at home and abroad.

Of course, when he comes, he often calls me by name and asks me to deliver drinks, and then gives me some small gifts, mostly chocolate candies from abroad.

No one has ever missed me like this.

I became looking forward to his coming.

I like the way he's snarky sometimes, the way he speaks with grace, and the way he's scheming when he's on the phone to talk to people about business.

I like him.

I dreamed of him, of his naked body, of his sweaty face, of his desire intertwined with mine.

If you like men, it's not a matter of making a fuss in the guild hall.I even know several MBs who are actually straight and just pretending to be gay.So my psychological construction was done very quickly.

My sister is not busy planning my life for me either.In other words, since she returned to her old job, she has lost confidence and expectations for everything.She doesn't even care about her daughter, she just plans every day how to make a fortune before she is completely old.

I dare not tell Du Chaoan about my love.

All bestiality is not taboo in this guild hall, but "love" is taboo.

The guests are also afraid of this, and the public relations are also afraid.That's the safest thing to do.

Love can kill a person's heart.

I express my love in clumsy ways, such as cleaning Du Chaoan’s room when he’s not around, giving him a fruit plate that exceeds the portion when he comes, or running three kilometers quietly to buy him the home-cooked food he likes .

I thought I was hiding well, but I forgot what a shrewd man I was facing.

He can see through the complicated tricks of his competitors, understand the foggy market trend, how can he not understand the heart of a 16-year-old boy.What's more, that boy is so stupid.

But he never said it, and I still don't know how he looked at my love at that time.Maybe it's no different than looking at a kitten or puppy.We already had such a gap.

Things turned around at Christmas that year.

My salary is directly paid to my sister's account, and I don't have a lot of money to send a gift.So I bought a basket of legendary organic apples and wanted to give them to him, because I heard that apples would be given away on Christmas Eve.I like that he's always been safe and sound.

For the sake of convenience, I put the apples in the kitchen of the guild hall. As soon as I heard that he was coming, I hurried to the kitchen to take out the basket of apples, only to find out that someone had stolen a few of them. With a few apples missing from the basket, the basket suddenly looked out of shape.

I was so anxious that I wanted to scold someone but I didn't know who to scold. In the end, I was very helpless and had to take a nice plate and cut it into slices to fill it up.

Because I was anxious, I was afraid that the apple would oxidize and turn rusty if it was left in the air for a long time, so I walked quickly all the way, and when I reached the door of his room, I rang the doorbell without thinking.

As a result, no one came to open the door, so I had to keep pressing and looking at my apple worriedly.

This time he opened the door with a very impatient look on his face, and he was naked.

I was startled, and before I could blush, I saw an MB I knew on the bed, named Kevin, tied up in a twisted shape, with his butt up and a gag in his mouth.

Du Chaoan said: "One time is a mistake, but two times and three times do not have a long memory?"

I stammered and said: "Please eat an apple."

He seemed to be in a bad mood that day, and he glanced at me like he was looking crazy, and was about to close the door with cold eyes. I subconsciously stuffed my fingers into the crack of the door, and it was inevitable that I was pinched hard by the door.My tears burst out instantly.

The door was not closed, Du Chaoan opened the door again in shock, and saw me squatting on the ground with my hands covered.

He sighed, went in and put on his bathrobe, and let me in.

Kevin didn't have any clothes on either, so he moved and sat under the quilt in embarrassment.

Du Chaoan said, "What's the matter with you?"

I held back my tears and said, "I'll give you an apple."

"I didn't order a fruit plate today."

"I prepared it myself."

He looked at me with a very strange look for a long time, and said: "I don't need Apple, I need someone to sleep with me. You can go, I will pay you for Apple's money."

This man is so considerate, he still remembers that I have no money.

But he was also so cruel, he told me he didn't need my stuff, he just needed to sleep with another.

My fingers are so swollen that I can't hold the fruit plate anymore.

I squatted down and started to cry loudly.Said: "Why!"

I don't know what I'm crying about, but I know it's embarrassing.

I heard him finally tell Kevin to let him go first, the money will still be settled, and he will explain to the foreman that he is not interested.

And I just cried and watched Kevin get dressed quickly in embarrassment, put those props in a bag, and left.

Du Chaoan sat on the sofa next to me, watched me cry, and ate apples with a fork.

I cried for about 10 minutes.

He didn't coax me, just let me cry.

In the end I compromised.My voice didn't sound like my own when I said, "I'm sorry."

Du Chaoan chewed a piece of apple carefully.

He said, "You like me?"

I didn't dare to look at him, just stared at his feet, I said yes.

Du Chaoan said: "You are still very young, you don't know what true liking is."

I said, "I know! I'm not young anymore. I'm 16."

He seemed to smile, then put his hand on my face, and said: "I'm twice your age now. I'm already 31, aren't you young? If I had a child early, I could be you Dad."

I don't know where the courage came from, and I shouted at him: "I can have sex with you!"

He looked at me in surprise for a while.

I felt like a commodity up for sale, tormented and overwhelmed.

Then I put something on my lips.Du Chaoan squatted in front of me, and we kissed.