Lan Juan

"Aunt Lan looks very clean, very elegant and beautiful."

Li Jiapeng said so.

The next sentence is, I also want to date her in the future.

I always think of the word "also", which crushes my self-esteem to pieces before it can germinate.

Lan Juan is indeed very beautiful, with a slender neck, white skin, and a small mole in the middle of the bridge of her nose, which is very vivid when she smiles.My moles are below the cheekbones and always look dull.

She has a plump yet slender figure, and in summer she likes to wear waist-length knee-length skirts, and her high-heeled shoes walk lightly and quickly, bringing a burst of fragrance that is not too greasy.

After I finished writing my diary that day, the door rang again. She was still carrying a hot fragrance, holding a small cake in one hand, and calling me to eat it.

When eating cake, I always think about the remaining half of my diary, thinking whether I should finish it, my fingers are a little ready to move, in fact, Lan Juan is also good by chance, but for some reason, I can’t say this sentence .

I have lived with her since I was about five years old, and she was only in her early twenties at that time. When she was with me at the beginning, she was a little awkward. She didn't know where to put her eyes when changing my clothes, and she couldn't hear me. You know what I mean when I say ankle soreness.

But there is no way, who told me to become an orphan since that year.

Lan Juan works in a supply and marketing cooperative, which used to be my dream job.Every day at about 9 o'clock, I go out with my bag, wearing a dark red suit, sitting behind a row of long cabinets, reluctantly stand up when someone comes, and put the half-read "Story Club" in my hand. On the warm stool, the counter is cut open with a "crash", and a cigarette or two bars of soap are drawn out.

As soon as the person left, he sat down again and locked the cabinet. The key was dangling, frivolous and frivolous.

I always yearn for such extravagant frivolity, like her pointed leather heels, it is a kind of irregularity that only belongs to maturity.

All she loves me is adding one or two servings of roast meat, sometimes walnut meat, and sometimes pig ears when she is off work.Will stop on a whim while doing laundry in the yard and ask me to recite a couple of newly learned poems.

"You have to shake your head when reciting poems." She said while rolling up her sleeves, and then dipped her snow-white fingers into the foam.

So I shook my head and recited it. She seemed to think I was a little funny, and she stared at me as if she was laughing.

The way she looks at me is always somewhat contemptuous, and I don't like this kind of look very much.

Probably because I was too young and thin at that time, not enough for her to put me in her eyes.

She is always high-spirited, except when Zhang Jiqiang comes.

Zhang Jiqiang is Lan Juan's husband, the former son of the mayor. After the mayor was arrested, Zhang Jiqiang became a bastard, wrapped up with young people in Momo, and liked to go to nightclubs and foot-washing town.Zhang Jiqiang is very powerful, so I always wonder if he and Lan Juan are in a free relationship. After all, he is half a head shorter than Lan Juan, and he smells of smoke in his lungs when he smiles.

Zhang Jiqiang is very kind to me. He called me "Little Airplane". He said that when I was younger, he came to my house and picked me up to play the game of flying airplanes. I always laughed and liked it very much, so he did this calls me.

But I don't like him being too close to me, and I don't like the smell of smoke.

Fortunately, he always just came in to greet me, gave me a piece of chewing gum, or took out one or two change notes from his pocket, and asked me vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth: "Little Airplane, are you in the sixth grade?"

He asked me that when I was in fourth grade, fifth grade, and sixth grade.Like Lan Juan, he doesn't take me seriously enough.

I always wonder if he and Lan Juan will fight. After all, Lan Juan has so much gossip, but the two of them get along better than I imagined. Be lighter.They didn't talk when they ate, and Lan Juan didn't ask me about the school anymore, but Zhang Jiqiang always ate and turned his back on the bowl, watching the news on TV while eating.

Lan Juan refused to let me eat the second bowl, so she urged me to do my homework, and then stood up to wash the dishes without saying a word. After entering the house, I whispered a few small gossips, and then there was no sound.

Even if I strain my ears to listen, I can only hear a few hums that are as sultry as summer.

I didn't know what I was doing until I was in junior high school.

Because at that time the rumors about Lan Juan were already vivid and concrete enough that I didn't need to use my imagination.I have also bumped into a strange man a few times, coming out of Lan Juan's room, spitting phlegm while tightening his belt.

They occasionally glance at me in the corner, and it's not worth saying hello to.When I entered the door, Lan Juan was still dressed neatly, calmly cleaning the table, washing her face, or peeling an apple.

That evening, Zhang Jiqiang came again, happily brought a brand-new color TV, and installed it for the house himself. The electric fan blew, he squatted down and got up again, sweating profusely, and finally got a signal. He patted the back of the TV with satisfaction and greeted me.

"Little Airplane, what do you want to watch? Do you want to watch cartoons?" He lowered his head and pressed the remote control while asking me. The remote control seemed to be not working well, so he removed the battery inside.

He didn't seem to have smoked that day, so the smell all over his body was not so unacceptable. Perhaps it was for this reason that I felt a little pitiful for him.

Maybe it was because I was in love at the time, and I could see a sporadic sincerity from his unremarkable appearance.

I don't understand why Lan Juan wants to get involved with other people. The work of the supply and marketing cooperative is decent, and we have good food and clothing.Besides, Zhang Jiqiang didn't treat her badly. Even if he didn't come back a few times, he still wanted to replace her with a new color TV.

Maybe if I have a baby, she will take it easy, but I'm a little afraid that if I have a baby, she won't care about me.

But I have a vague feeling that Lan Juan won't, even if she's that bad—maybe I need to correct it—even if she's not very good.