reprieve

Approaching the old iron gate, Sui Ran looked back in the direction she came and went.

The sky was so dark that nothing could be seen at a distance of 200 meters except for the shadowy outlines of a few low buildings.

Huai An was driving the rented semi-old Chevrolet today. As soon as she got out of the car, the engine and headlights were turned off, probably to create the illusion that there was no one in the car.

Sometimes Sui Ran can't figure out President Huai's thoughts.

For example, although there are no shops in front of the village or back of this place, it used to be a gathering area for migrant workers. There are two or three rows of old houses in the middle of the place where Mr. Feng lives, so why bother to play in the blind corner of the field of vision and steal the bell? ?

Another example is when she asked where she wanted to go to celebrate the New Year, her face was not blushing and her heart was not beating, and she added that "it is based on the written agreement" but she was out of breath, and turned off the ceiling light, thinking that she would not be able to see her raising her hand to cover her face.

It's so cold, I don't know if Mr. Huai can resist the cold inside, Sui Ran shook his head, thinking to make a quick decision.

She waited at the door for two or three minutes, and finally there was a faint light in the crack of the door.

"Xiao Sui, right?" This time there were no cats as vicious as the three door gods, but Mr. Feng didn't even look at her, and didn't give her time to say hello. He opened the door and turned around, "Come with me."

The yard inside is quite large, and it took about a minute or two to walk from the iron gate to the three-story building, and the eyes could not get used to the dark environment. It was not until the footsteps and Feng Lao's occasional cough or two echoed that Sui Ran realized that Feng Lao had She entered the building.She judged that it should be a semi-closed space similar to a factory building.

In her own territory, it is completely okay for Mr. Feng to walk with her eyes closed, but Sui couldn't. She tripped over the bumpy ground a few times, she turned on the flashlight, and at this moment, a small door appeared in front of her.

Sui Ran called out to Old Feng, but the latter turned a deaf ear.

Behind the small door is a cramped corridor that can only accommodate two people side by side. There is a staggered door every two or three meters on both sides, most of which are closed.Passing through a half-open door, Sui Ran moved the flashlight to the inside, and saw two bunk beds and a square table with crippled legs inside.

Like staff quarters.

What the hell is this place?

How long has Mr. Feng been here alone?do what?

Sui Ran's doubts deepened.At first, she wanted to find an opportunity to say that there were friends outside, and she wanted to ask Elder Feng where he was going, but Elder Feng was walking like flying in this maze-like place, and he pretended not to hear her calling.I don't know if Mr. Feng did it on purpose, Sui Ran could only keep his mouth shut and concentrate on walking, trying not to be thrown too far by the old man.

The increasingly clear smell was another reason that prevented her from speaking - similar to the body odor of a large dog, with a faint, and frowning stench.

Finally, the dim light of the tungsten lamp illuminated the path in front of the door.

Old Feng led her into a hut.

The interior layout is simple, a khaki three-drawer table.Two chairs, one by the table and one behind the door.There was another door on the wall opposite the entrance, and two aprons were hung on the clothes hook that was half off.

Feng Lao took out two pairs of plastic gloves and a pack of masks from the drawer, then bent down and took out two pairs of long rubber shoes from under the table.

"Change it."

The rubber shoes landed on the ground with a "boom", Sui Ran took a look, took the gloves handed over by Mr. Feng, and asked cautiously, "What... do you want me to do?"

Mr. Feng put on the sleeved apron, neatly fastened the rope buckle with one hand behind his shoulder, and then picked up the mask: "Xiao Song didn't tell you?"

"No." Sui Ran rubbed her nose.

"Isn't it a good thing for you to be called Xiao Song?" It's not an overinterpretation. Feng Lao's tone was inexplicably ironic. She put on the mask and plastic gloves that were close to the elbow, kicked off the rubber shoes, and slumped. The emotion revealed by the eyelids was not friendly, "This Xiao Song, he runs the fastest in both good and bad things."

The sound filtered by the non-woven fabric sounded indistinct, and together with it, Sui Ran had the illusion of being in a dream.In just a few minutes, she seemed to jump from one world to another, and there was a momentary gap between consciousness and reality.

Sui Ran also put on a mask, she was thinking about Mr. Huai being cold outside, seeing Mr. Feng sitting on a chair and preparing to change his shoes, she hurriedly said: "Well, Mr. Feng, there is something I think I need to explain to you. "

Mr. Feng kicked off his cotton shoes, put his feet in long rubber shoes, and when he got up, he uttered a single word: "Say."

A lot of elderly people can't finish talking, but Mr. Feng is the complete opposite and rarely answers.Say anything with impatience.Elderly people don't seem to like communication very much, or they resist meaningless communication.

Sui Ran leaned towards the latter, and simply opened up and said, "That's right. Actually, I have a friend who wants to see you. We went to Boss Xiaoxiang's place together a while ago. She..." Sui Ran hesitated at this point. down.She always felt that there was a terrible secret hidden behind that small door.

"Come on, love." Elder Feng tiptoed and pulled an inconspicuous rope on the wall, and pushed open the door, "Come to work."

The moment the door opened, Sui Ran almost burst into tears, and just in time... swallowed the second half of the words.

The taste is too heavy.

I don't know how long it has not been cleaned inside, or there is too much filth accumulated, the strong and almost substantive smell rushes straight into the nasal cavity, relentlessly stimulating the tear glands.

Sui Ran was dazed for a moment, then took out her mobile phone from under her apron and squinted her eyes to send a message to Mr. Huai: "I told Mr. Feng, but I helped her with some work here, and it probably won't be finished in a while. , turn on the air conditioner." Fortunately, she didn't finish her sentence, and she waited outside without saying anything.

Huaian: "Okay."

Sui Ran thought for a while, and then sent another note: "Don't close the window." She didn't think President Huai didn't even have this bit of common sense, but she couldn't help reminding her when she thought about it.

Huaian: "Yes."

"Xiao Sui."

"I'm coming."

Sui Ran put away her phone in response, but did not explain to Mr. Huai what job Mr. Feng assigned her.

In the large room of Bailaiping, there are many empty pet cages, as well as bottles and bowls, and what is even more eye-catching is the pile of unknown substances on the ground.

"Start from my end, your end."

When she took a shovel to clean up the lumps of unidentified objects on the ground, Sui Ran asked herself, if she had known that Boss Song had hired her to be a excrement shoveler, would she still rush here?

Boss Song gave the address so happily on the phone, she doubted it.

The old intermediary dealt with all kinds of teachings and all kinds of people all day long, and they were all suspicious. How could it be so easy?? Give the information of a "noble person" to a junior who just met.

And it's not that Boss Song didn't remind her.

It was clearly stated on the dinner table that Mr. Feng likes to take in animals, cats, cats, dogs, birds, mice...everyone is rejected, and there is no place to stay in the house. He has come here once and never dared to come a second time.

Thinking about it now, what Boss Song said was not only a test of her determination, but also the kindness of the old intermediary to the younger generation. Speaking of this, it is up to you to decide whether to go to the dragon's lake or the tiger's den.

However, Mr. Huai's determination to win Elder Feng's lead in research and development has always been firm. No matter what, she wants to be in the middle...the relationship has been opened.

So she will come.

But not today.

Or, won't say yes to today's date.

……

Hearing Mr. Feng say, "Come here first today", Sui Ran straightened up, hissing in pain.

The old man clicked his tongue, took the shovel from her hand, put it against the wall, picked up the trash can and walked out first.

Sui Ran hurriedly followed, took off her gloves while walking, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.During the movement, the smell followed like a shadow into his nose.

Putting down her hand, she was suddenly stunned by the flash of red in front of her eyes.

Later, she held her breath and wanted to finish it quickly and get rid of it as soon as possible, her movements could not help opening and closing, and a bunch of blood blisters appeared on her palm.

Sui Ran's heart suddenly became cold.

What's the point of this appointment? Everyone can go back to their homes.

She was thinking wildly in the back, and Mr. Feng completely treated her as if she didn't exist. He took off his apron in the small room, changed his shoes, threw the long rubber shoes into the sink by the door, and asked, "What are you doing in a daze, do you want to wear them home. "

Mr. Feng put the apron he took off into the water basin, walked around to the water room at the other end with the basin in his arms, poured some washing powder into it and soaked it, and then went to the pool next to him to wash his hands, looking polite Said: "Have a cup of tea before leaving."

Sui Ran still understood the rules of serving tea to see off guests, so she quickly waved her hands and said, "It's too late, I don't want to disturb your rest."

Feng Lao has already gone to the water room next door to get a kettle to fetch water, "A cup of rough tea, it won't take long."

Sui Ran had no choice but to say, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

It can be seen that Mr. Feng doesn't come here often. When the water boiled, the old man searched for the tea pot to find a cup. When the water was almost boiling, he found an enamel cup from the cabinet.

"It's fine to wash it yourself."

Sui Ran didn't dislike it.After washing the cup, I washed my hands and face several times, and soaped myself several times despite the cold water.

The two sat down, and Feng Laoruo casually asked, "How is your friend?"

What kind of person is Huaian?

Sui Ran didn't answer hastily, but picked up the warm enamel cup, blew on the slight leaf foam floating on the water, took a sip of the slightly hot tea, and thought about the answer seriously.

"Is it hard to answer?" Feng Lao asked.

"She is a very principled person." As if feeling that she was not serious enough, Sui Ran put down her glass and repeated, "Very principled."

This was the first and deepest impression President Huai gave her.

"On this basis, there is still a bit of persistence not to give up until the goal is reached."

But because of the principles she sticks to, Mr. Huai's behavior style is very stable. People who are familiar with her or get along well with her can get along with her easily and comfortably.

"A person who can be trusted."

Old Feng glanced at her.

This is probably the first time to look at her directly tonight, after all, the hard work is clearly on the hands.

Sui Ran clenched his fists loosely and said affirmatively, "Very good man."

……

When he left, Mr. Feng didn't give it to him, and Sui Ran was too embarrassed to ask the old man to give it to him. She used her mobile phone as a flashlight, and based on the memory of when she came, she fumbled through the dark corridor and returned to the outdoors. The fresh cold air hit her face hard. There was a jolt.

He raised his hand and sniffed his sleeves. I don't know if it's because of the long-term smell or the inertia of smell, but there is still an indescribable smell that lingers.

Sui Ran turned off the flashlight, and walked slowly towards the half-open iron gate, hoping that the smell would dissipate quickly.

When the shit-shoveling officer felt that the time was extremely long, it was actually less than an hour, but it took a while to drink tea and chat later, so I still missed the start time of the date.

When he was approaching the door, Sui Ran stopped, holding his mobile phone and sending a message: "Boss Huai, we need to discuss something."

Huaian: "?"

Sui Ran: "It's not that I'm whimsical, there's a reason [bitterness]"

Sui Ran: "Would you like...book a restaurant, see you at the restaurant?"

Huaian played a voice, but hung up before Sui Ran answered, and sent a message asking: "What's wrong?"

Sui Ran squatted behind the door, typing with pain in his hands, weeping blood every word: "Boss Song was miserable, and I worked as a coolie all night. I applied for an appointment an hour and a half late, and I have to go home."

Huaian: "..."

Huai An: "You mean, you want to go back by yourself and meet up later?"

Sui Ran went all out, and quickly poked the keyboard:

"I sent you a good person card in front of Mr. Feng. She said that if she is free next week, she will make an appointment with you to chat."

"Just one and a half hours, I will never let you go."

"I don't want to do that either."

But she didn't want to think of her first date with President Huai in the future, with a different flavor.

Just thinking about it makes me suffocate.

After sending out the message, Sui Ran stood up and stomped her feet, thinking that this is what she said softly, and hoped that the understanding President Huai would cherish every inch of time and gold, and quickly approve the delay plan, so that she could take a taxi home to take a shower and change clothes.

However, Mr. Huai did not return for a long time.

Sui Ran sighed, stood up and stamped her feet.

She had no choice but to tell the truth.

The phone hurts from being pressed against the blood blisters, and typing is very inconvenient. Sui Ran pressed the voice button and said, "To be honest, I've been a shit-shoveling officer all night today, and it tastes really..."

Before he finished speaking, he accidentally saw a shadow on the ground, Sui Ran's hairs were all shaved, he let go with a hiccup.Just as the beep sounded from her side, a "ding dong" beep sounded from the opposite side.

Huaian put the phone with the bright screen in his pocket, approached and asked, "What's the smell?"

"Don't come here."

Sui Ran wanted to step back subconsciously, but was caught by the gaze of the opposite party, and then his arm was also held by someone.

Where else can I retreat, there is no way to retreat.

"It's a heavy burden, Manager Sui." The two faced each other, Huai An lowered his head, and rubbed the tip of his nose against her forehead, "Lemon, sandalwood, sulfur...what else?"

Sui Ran? Feng Lao used the soap next to the sink over and over again, but didn't notice that different colors have different tastes.

She opened her mouth, but said nothing, and suddenly a hand held the back of her head.

The coldness is still felt through the hair, as if the owner of this hand has been waiting in the open air for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, there was a brief warm touch on the lips.

"...and small green mandarin pu'er."

The author has something to say: Hey!Didn't write that paragraph.

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