evening photos

The typhoon has been rampant in Wuxing for two days. After it continued to advance southward, Wuxing resumed its humid breath, and the hot summer has arrived.

Shu Zhao got off work very early this day, before one o'clock in the morning, and there were only two boxes in the DJ department tonight, and he didn't drink much.

He was holding his coat in his hand, and his clothes were a little disheveled. The breeze blowing by the river brought the coolness of the night, and the river surface shone like fish scales.But on the stone path leading home, there is only a bleak street lamp and trembling tree shadows.

Shu Zhao entered the corridor, and the coolness that rushed towards him was accompanied by the musty smell of the peeling wall. He went up a few steps in the dark, and suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. He turned his head and turned his head just like that Kung Fu jumped down from the second floor and kicked him down the stairs.

His tall and thin body rolled down the hard stone steps, his shoulders hit the stone heavily and continuously, his face hurt from the knock, and a hot stream gushed out of his nose suddenly.

"Fucking gay! Pervert!"

Shu Zhao heard rude curses in his dizziness, and he rolled to the corner of the wall, using all his strength to feel the pain.

Following that, two dark shadows appeared in front of his eyes. He saw the man lift his leg, hug his head reflexively, and then he was kicked hard twice.

"Call you crazy! Call you crazy!"

Shu Care Nursing's arm on his head was numb from the kick, and the man rolled up his feet and kicked his heart and stomach continuously.

He groaned, feeling a pain in his stomach that exploded, and heard another voice say:

"Don't you like □□｜ ass｜eyes? I'll fuck｜fuck｜fuck｜your ass｜eyes!"

Shu Zhao was startled, and the next moment there was a sharp pain in his hip, the man swung the wooden stick on his hip and leg several times, after the pain, Shu Zhao felt his leg went numb.

"It's almost the same? It's just a little face, and I won't be disabled anymore."

Another person squatted down, "What I hate the most is the little boy!"

He pressed Shu Zhao's wrist with one hand, and punched him three or four times in the face with the other hand. The fist hit the face, and the face hit the ground again.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant, clamp your buttocks and be a man from now on, or I will fucking beat you!"

After speaking, they disappeared from the corridor.

Shu Zhao lay on the spot for a while, then slowly turned over and straightened his legs. His legs and hands were numb, but his stomach and face were so painful that he couldn't breathe.There is a hot burning sensation every breath.

He propped himself up and sat up, leaning against the wall to cover his stomach, and suddenly sour gas surged up and he vomited it out.He couldn't tell whether it was blood or wine, so he wiped his mouth and looked at the moonlight outside the corridor, his hands were covered with blood.

Shu Zhao stood up with difficulty while leaning on the wall, his eyes gleamed with a ghastly light in the darkness.

He, Shu Zhao, has two great talents since he was a child, one is a good drinker, and the other is resistance to beatings.

He spat and took out his phone from his pocket. The screen was broken, but it still worked.

"Is Ah Hua in the company?"

The aunt said at the other end: "I left early, I went to have supper with the guests."

"Do you know where it is?"

"Like Ziming Street?...Oh, by the way, they took a few young girls to the old Beijing City of Boiled Meat over there. Why do you ask this?"

Shu Zhao hung up the phone directly, sat down on the stairs, stretched his hands and feet, and felt that it was still working, so he began to think about whether to fuck him.

He stared straight at the moonlight outside the corridor, lit a cigarette, took a puff and coughed twice, coughing like a seriously ill patient suffering from lung cancer with purulent phlegm in his throat.

Fuck him!Shu Zhao made a decision within the time of this cigarette.

I'm going to risk my life and make dirty tricks behind my back. If I, Shu Zhao, swallow this breath, I'll be fucked by you and shit on my neck!

Isn't it more ruthless than anyone else?Who the hell can beat me!

Shu Zhao went out and took a taxi. He saw in the rear mirror that his hair looked like he had been gang-raped, so he re-tied it again.

The scent of various foods wafted from Ziming Street, cars were parked on both sides of the street, and the whole street was brightly lit.

The taxi stopped at the gate of Old Beijing, Shu Zhao got out of the car and went straight to the hall, and went in with a beer bottle, and then saw A Hua laughing and chatting with a table of people on the seat by the window.

"Good evening, sir. Who are you?" The waitress just finished speaking when she saw the eyes of the person in front of her like knives.

Shu Zhao strode over with the wine bottle in his hands, A Hua couldn't close her mouth in shock when she saw him.

"Are you messing with me?" Shu Zhao even smiled when she said this, A Hua wanted to stand up in panic, Shu Zhao immediately swung down the wine bottle...

Wuxing, a third-tier city, has no traffic congestion, a well-developed entertainment industry, and convenient eating and drinking. It is a very comfortable and comfortable city for the elderly.

The only disadvantage is that it is small, so small that there are only three places to eat supper in the early morning, Chengbei Food Stall, Friendship Street, and Ziming Street.

Mo Nong had dinner with his friends at a newly opened Hong Kong-style restaurant on Ziming Street this evening. After leaving the restaurant, a group of people went to pick up the car. Then he noticed a group of people around the restaurant a few meters away, pointing excitedly at the restaurant. give pointers.

"Yo, fight? Check it out!"

He and his friends came to the periphery of the crowd, and Mo Nong looked inside curiously:

The table by the window was in a mess, two girls hid under the dining table, and the whole hot pot was overturned to the ground; there were three other men, who surrounded one of them, swinging chairs, smashing wine bottles, and another jumped up and down Pointing at the man in the middle and scolding his mother.

"One to three? Awesome, brother!"

Mo Nong felt that the awesome brother looked familiar, white shirt, black trousers, hair--damn, Shu Zhao!

Shu Zhao was having a great time fighting here, the hot hot pot was completely overturned by him, so Xuan didn't scare that bastard A Hua to death, he had already smashed A Hua's head, and wanted to leave, but this group of people The bastards who came from nowhere rushed up one by one as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

These bastards attacked back and forth, while Shu Zhao was dodging the wine bottle that was about to be swung at any moment, he still wanted to beat Ah Hua who was hiding in the corner to death.

When Mo Nong rushed in, he saw that he was kicked by a chair, and his feet staggered and hit the table next door. He immediately joined the battle, kicked one down, and then shouted:

"The police are coming!"

Those three bastards immediately threw the guy away, ran faster than a rabbit, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But Shu Zhao didn't move, he walked up to Ah Hua with a chair leg and squatted down,

"Are you fucking me?"

"Let's go," Mo Nong went up to hold him back, "The police will be here soon, let's go first."

Shu Zhao broke away from him and hit A Hua's face with the leg of the chair,

"You're fucking capable of messing with me, you're capable of doing it yourself! Did you find two worthless bastards to scare me? Tell me to clamp my ass to be a man? I don't need to clamp my ass to still be able to fuck you!"

Ah Hua kept waving her hands, but couldn't speak a word.

Shu Zhao's face was grim, and he clenched his teeth as if he wanted to eat a piece of his flesh.

"Remember, if you fuck me once, I'll fuck you once. Let's see who gets killed first!"

Mo Nong looked impatiently at the wind outside, seeing that he finally finished speaking, he quickly took his arm and ran out of the hotpot restaurant, pushed through the crowd and ran to the parking place, and they saw him before they drove out of Ziming Street The police car drove towards the hot pot restaurant with sirens whistling.

Shu Zhao was sent to the emergency room by Mo Nong. The doctor who examined him was surprised by his luck and his ability to withstand beatings. He had a fractured bone and nose without displacement, the back of his head had to be shaved and stitched, and there were multiple soft tissue injuries on his body. He also had to undergo a gastroscopy. examine.

How much perseverance is it to be able to go to war with people after being injured like this?How vengeful!

"Say you can bear it. You can get revenge after being beaten into such a virtue. Say you can't bear it. At that time, you were slapped in the face and you can call others brothers and sisters. What do you think?"

Monon poured him a glass of water from a disposable paper cup, and sat down beside his bed.

Shu Zhao was wearing a loose hospital gown, his hair was shaved off at the back of his head where the needles were stitched, he was wrapped in gauze and put on a funny net cover, there were bruises on his browbones and the corners of his mouth, and there were several bruises on his face. mouth.

He now looks like a peacock whose hair has been plucked. Not only has his appearance been greatly reduced, but his temperament has suddenly changed from a noble and glamorous aristocrat to a colorful country non-mainstream.

The non-mainstream squinted a slit with his swollen eyeballs like preserved eggs,

"You know what a fart!" Shu Zhao hissed after finishing speaking, he touched the corner of his mouth, and said in pain: "If I can swallow my anger if I am bullied by him, then the gang of bitches in the company will belittle me, I will come How do you behave in the company? The last time I was slapped in the face, it was because I didn’t know where they came from, and if I got into a fight with them at that time, it involved the interests of the company, not only would I not be able to get along in Xingang, but other The venue can’t want me either.”

Mo Nong laughed silently, "You are quite considerate. Then how do you know that the person who insulted you was ordered by A Hua? If it wasn't him, you are angry at the wrong person?"

Shu Zhao couldn't open his eyes, so he couldn't express his contempt for Mo Nong with his contemptuous eyes,

"It's him 100%, even if it's not, I'll take him as a punching bag. Forget it, a good young man like you won't understand, you go away quickly, I'll be angry when I see you now."

Mo Nong was puzzled: "Why?"

Shu Zhao turned her face away, "I hate handsome guys now, it hurts my eyes!"

Mo Nong laughed unceremoniously, and teased: "You are really hurting your eyes now."

Shu Zhao sighed ferociously, and refused to leave after driving Mo Nong a few times. Later, he slipped away under the guise of going to the bathroom, and when Mo Nong went out to find someone, a nurse sister stuffed him with a note and a stack money:

In order not to hurt your big black and white eyes like a mentally handicapped child, I will go first, thank you for today, I will treat you to eat｜chicken｜ later. ——Shu Zhao, the unparalleled handsome guy, hereby bestows his kindness

Mo Nong held the note, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he read it carefully several times, and found that Shu Zhao's writing was beautiful, as if it was copied from a cursive copybook.

"It's not easy for him, he should have been a college student..."

Mo Nong remembered the words of his aunt, this handwriting was carefully practiced, and he should be a good student who reads handwriting.He was even more curious about Shu Zhao.

He put the note and the money into his wallet, and walked out of the hospital smelling of disinfectant.

Shu Zhao took a long vacation, and he handed over all the company affairs to Xu Jing.After not seeing him for two days, Mo Nong planned to go to his house to find him.

On this day, he took the chicken soup he had cooked and asked for the address, and came to this dilapidated building both inside and outside.

The paint on the iron door in front of him has been peeled off in many places, and there is still a rusty pull-and-close anti-theft door that was built a few years ago, and there is nowhere to knock on the door.And on both sides of this octogenarian door, there are dusty couplets, which are:

Sleeping in the air, sleeping in the sky, like a human, a ghost, or a fairy.Hengbiao: Wang Ba Qi.

Mo Nong frowned, and patted the pull-and-close anti-theft door. There was a crashing sound echoing in the corridor, and he vaguely heard the sound of procrastinating footsteps inside, and he immediately felt better.

Then I heard the inside say: "Who is the grandson of the turtle?"

Mo Nong choked until a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and said helplessly, "You!"

It said, "Who?"

Mo Nong: "...I, Mo Nong."

Inside: "Not seen."

Mo Nong: "...Xiao Zhao, you open the door, I brought you food. Didn't you say that your circuit is aging, let me take a look."

Shu Zhao was smoking a cigarette at the door. In fact, he found Mo Nong as soon as he arrived downstairs. Who made his heavy locomotive so loud.

A good young man is a good young man, he has three upright views, loves the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and has a lot of love!

"Leave the meal, I won't see you, don't waste your tongue, goodbye."

Mo Nong waited on the spot for a while, then put the lunch box at the door in a little frustration,

"Okay, take care of your injuries. I'll go first."

When the sound of his motorcycle's engine drifted away, Shu Zhao opened the door and carried the lunch box into the house.

In the room smeared by the scorching sun, the fan blows warm wind. On the dining table with a blue and white checkered tablecloth, there are brightly colored food boxes. Shu Zhao pinches a slice of cucumber and puts it in his mouth, chews it twice and then nods.

nice!

Hearing the sound of Mo Nong's locomotive again the next day, Shu Zhao hurriedly opened the door and put the washed lunch box at the door.

Mo Nong first picked up the lunch box and shook it, feeling that the lunch box was empty, he smiled quite comfortably, knocked on the door to call for someone, was rejected by him as usual, and left today's newly made meals as usual, riding Leaving on the locomotive.

After being fed for more than a week, Shu Zhao gradually felt that the light and refreshing food was boring, so she pressed a note under the lunch box the next day:

Humans are omnivores.

Mo Nong thought: What does this mean?It seems to be disgusting with him, omnivorous?Oh, this is too vegetarian.

The next day Shu Zhao got his wish and ate meat dishes, but the braised chicken drumsticks were not very tasty.He had the audacity to leave another note:

shallow.

shallow?He actually said he was superficial?Mo Nong went home and opened the food box angrily, and found that there was a piece of chicken leg left in the usually empty lunch box. He didn't think much about it, and chewed it in his mouth, oh, got it.

Mo Nong enjoys cooking every day, and the game of "I feed you picky" with Shu Zhao makes him very interesting.Shu Zhao's pretentiously deep way of speaking and clean and beautiful fonts made Mo Nong think he was very cute.

While making soup, he spread out notes one by one on the dining table, then imitated the handwriting on them, devoted himself to studying the direction of each stroke, and began to copy Shu Zhao's handwriting.

Mo Nong had two hobbies when he was in college in Outer Mongolia, one was motorcycles and extreme sports, and the other was photography.

His good family conditions make it easy for him to get all the material conditions he wants. He has various types of lenses and cameras at home. He likes to take pictures of landscapes and the wonderful things he found during the journey, and there are people of all ages and skin colors. .

There are photos hanging on the entire wall. This day, Mo Nong took a photo of the well-decorated food box as a souvenir, and put Shu Zhao's note on top of the photo.The soft light warmed the black characters, and when he looked at these words, he seemed to see Shu Zhao's serious side face when he was writing in the sun.

But half a month has passed, and this kind of "letter teaser" game made Mo Nong a little impetuous.He really wanted to meet him face to face, to see him for himself when he was eating, to sit at his house, to talk, to have a heart-to-heart talk.

This afternoon, Mo Nong deliberately moved an hour earlier than before. As soon as he entered the corridor, he heard some small animals whimpering. When he walked to the door, he found a little white dog with swollen walnut eyes in the cage. The little white dog held the iron cage with its front paws, raised its head and barked several times at him.

Mo Nong put down the lunch box and found a note under the dog cage:

Let not your kind cry in the dead of night.

Hey?Call me addicted?You wait.

Mo Nong walked out of the corridor with the dog cage in his hand, and gave his middle finger to the second floor.

Shu Zhao shrugged, opened the door and found a tissue under the lunch box, and wrote:

I'll kill you little bastard.

After eating the chicken leg, Shu Zhao wiped his mouth with the tissue paper, curled it into a ball, "咻"—and threw it into the trash can.