Lan Juan

"Lan Juan is usually very bored and doesn't like to joke."

Li Jiapeng's mother said.

The next sentence is, I didn't expect it to be so despicable-bah!

When she said this, she turned her face away and spat, just in front of my leather shoes.I looked up at her appearance, my usually gentle eyebrows were twisted up, like a stinging cockroach, my hands were crossed in front of my body, my undulating chest was squeezed, my lips still kept a pouty round shape, and my cheeks were sunken. Go down, it's hideous.

"Yinyin is out of school." Her face calmed down for a moment.

I nodded and said hello to Jiapeng's mother.

She said she was good, and asked Li Jiapeng if he was back. I said that Li Jiapeng was on duty today, and he would be an hour late.

She nodded and told me to go to her house to eat watermelon when she was free. When she turned around, she gave me a warning look and winked with Wang Qing's mother opposite.

I learned what concealment is from adults. For example, I said that Li Jiapeng who went to the video hall was a student on duty.

But I no longer want Li Jiapeng's mother to be my aunt. Lan Juan will not suck her mouth into an ugly round shape, nor will she turn the whites of her eyes so contemptuously.

It was then that I realized that the way Lan Juan looked at me was not a mockery, because it was serious and sincere, and the dark pupils were placed in the center, not crowded by the white of the eyes.

At that time we moved to a new place and lived in an alley next to the yard of the iron and steel factory. On the right hand side of the yard were piles of newly delivered briquettes and a bag of northeast fragrant rice. The door was also ajar, and there was a plastic bag at the door. Packed watermelon.

I suddenly became irritable, and Lan Juan just came out, and said to me while pulling her hair: "I'm back."

"Yeah." I made a movement to enter the room, but my legs didn't move.

She brushed off the round hair on her wrist, tied her hair, freed her hand to take my schoolbag, came out from the back room, and handed me a handful of coins: "Go eat a bowl of noodles, and buy the rest for me." A popsicle."

There was a middle-aged man coughing in the room.

I have my period and my stomach hurts. "I said.

Lan Juan paused for a few seconds and said, "Then go eat a bowl of noodles."

I didn't seem to care about my pain, so I took the money and turned to walk towards the alley.

I couldn't eat any more, so I went straight to buy a popsicle, and sat on the stool at the entrance of the canteen while holding it, my lower abdomen was pulled convulsively.A three or four-year-old boy came to the side, shorter than the counter, holding up a few tickets, saying that his mother asked him to buy candy.

I suddenly had weird and dirty associations, and even the boy's innocent expression became a double mockery.

That day I threw the popsicles away and went home early.There was a pair of loose brown men’s leather shoes in front of Lan Juan’s bedroom door. Hearing the creaking sound of the wooden bed inside and the disgusting panting of the man, I suddenly wanted to vomit. I was very grateful for a moment, and Lan Juan cared and didn't cry out.

The reason why I say she is caring is because once I came home from a fever and asked for leave, I heard the same sound through the crack of the bedroom door, and there was a section of Lan Juan's smooth and white calf.

I added a lot based on that leg, she should be kneeling, not standing or lying down anyway.At that time, I was burning hot and shivering with cold on the other side, but I still had such a shameful way of trampling to the end.

This time the door was tightly closed, but my imagination had already been opened up too much, the juice from the popsicle sticking to my fingers, I opened and closed, the nose was not breathing enough, I opened my mouth and took a small mouth Xiaokou gasped and almost wanted to push the door and rush in, but I was very scared.

I am afraid of seeing ugly men and redundant organs, and I am also afraid of seeing ugly Lan Juan.

So I retreated to the sofa and nestled there. After waiting for three to five minutes, the man came out and sucked my nose twice. He didn’t see me, and I didn’t look back at him. Lan Juan's house.

I thought at the time, I want to have a showdown with her, I want to drop out of school to work, I must leave her, I don't have to be a clean person, but it must not be like this.

Lan Juan was even more unseemly than I imagined. She was lying naked on the bed, with her spine curled up and her waist line heaving, as if she had gone through an exhausting long-distance run. There was a pungent smell in the room. The smell, the crumpled toilet paper thrown on the floor carelessly, like it fell from her body.

Seeing that it was me who came in, she seemed to panic a little at last, but she didn't seem to have any, because she was still looking at me calmly. I mustered up the courage to go forward, pulled up the quilt on the side, and wanted to cover her up and cover her up tightly. However, she pulled the quilt tightly.

I gritted my teeth and pulled the quilt over again, but she still refused to cover it.

I threw the quilt away and was suddenly so wronged that I couldn't add any more, and I started to cry with my neck drawn.

I imitated Li Jiapeng's mother, spat bitterly on the edge of her slippers, and called hoarsely, "Lan Juan, you are shameless!"

Lan Juan blinked slowly, looked at me, then at the spittle on the ground, sat up and hugged her knees, covering some unbearable parts, her face was still expressionless: "Why are you so shameless?"

"Do you dare to tell Zhang Jiqiang!" I yelled viciously, "He will beat you to death!"

"You still steal when you have a man, you still ask me, you still ask me." I cried so hard that my stomach hurt and my brain hurt too.

Lan Juan seemed to want to stretch out her hand to pat me, but she withdrew it again. After thinking for a while, she asked me seriously: "A man who doesn't date me is just shameless?"

Her pupils were still looking at me in the middle, but I seemed to see some ridicule again.But at that time, my eyes were wet, which made Lan Juan's expression extraordinarily docile.

I couldn't argue with her clearly, and I didn't have the courage to drop out of school to work, so I could only ask her: "Auntie, stop doing this, I don't like noodles, and I don't want to go to small shops."

I also don't like that Lan Juan lives in the eyes of others like the hair salon girl in the red light district, even though I know she doesn't take money.

But if I don't charge money, I can't figure it out even more.But it doesn't matter, anyway, Lan Juan didn't refute me, I know she agreed.