Ye Luo Zhiqiu

There is a supermarket opposite the community. After Yang Yong came out of the community, he came to this supermarket with ease.

After the bag was injected, Yang Yong also came down from time to time to buy a pack of cigarettes, so he had a good impression of the middle-aged fat man in the supermarket. While shopping, he chatted occasionally, but Yang Yong didn't chat at the moment. After selling the slippers, by the way After buying a pack of cigarettes, he left in a hurry.

First, Yang Yong was worried that Uncle Ma had arrived, but he was outside; second, Yang Yong saw the fat man in the supermarket playing a game, so he didn't bother him.

Returning to the rented house in a hurry, Yang Yong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Uncle Ma hadn't arrived yet, took out the key, opened the door, and went in.

Sitting on the sofa, Yang Yong looked at the time, it was only a little past six o'clock, smiled, opened the cigarette he just bought, and took out one.

The tobacco is Changbai Mountain, the kind that costs [-] yuan a box.

Yang Yong doesn't smoke very much. When he was in college, he learned it a few times with a few friends. When he felt irritable, he smoked a cigarette, and the effect was very good, so he started smoking.

Because of smoking, Yang Yong was often told by Yumei that every time Yumei saw Yang Yong smoking, he would snatch the cigarette from Yang Yong's hand, throw it away, and search Yang Yong no matter whether he was in front of his friends or not. , searched out the cigarettes on his body, and threw them away, so that Yang Yong was laughed at by his friends, saying that Yang Yong had bronchitis, but since then, Yang Yong seldom smokes.

A man lives his whole life without smoking or drinking, so it's useless to live in this world. Yang Yong's smoking habit, Yumei was speechless in the end, sighed, and didn't care about Yang Yong's smoking.

But it was strange to say that Yumei didn't let Yang Yong smoke, so Yang Yong smoked secretly. When Yumei was not in charge, Yang Yong smoked less.

Changbai Mountain, this is the kind of cigarette Yang Yong is most passionate about. When he was in college, his classmates smoked. Basically, few people would stick to the same brand and hold different brands of cigarettes every time. Yang Yong, since learning to smoke When I was young, I only liked Changbai Mountain, and this habit has continued to this day.

After work, Yang Yong still smokes Changbaishan. Other colleagues smoke cigarettes that cost [-] yuan, but Yang Yong is used to smoking Changbaishan. There is also Changbaishan for [-] yuan, but Yang Yong never smokes that kind.

After smoking a cigarette, Yang Yong snuffed out the cigarette butt, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, got up, and opened the window.

The sea breeze blew gently, immediately dispelling the smell of smoke in the room, Yang Yong closed his eyes, enjoying the sea breeze quietly.

Time seemed to have stopped like this.

Yang Yong's rental house faces the sea, and the environment is quite good. It was already sunset, and the setting sun shone on the balcony, and it also shone on Yang Yong, as if there was an illusion that the sky was about to rise.

Yang Yong opened his eyes, looking at the sunset in a daze, watching the sunset slowly descend.

"Dong, dong, dong!" Yang Yong was startled when there was a knock on the door, and then he thought that Ma Jun was here.

Smiling, he closed the window, picked up his phone, and checked the time. It was already 06:30.

Go over there and open the door.

The door opened, before Ma Jun came in, his chubby hands got in first, holding two plastic bags in his hands, and said with a smile: "Hey, you are the uncle now, and I have to serve you for dinner!"

Yang Yong smiled, and hastily made way for Ma Jun to walk in.

"It's really bothering Uncle Ma!" Yang Yong took the bag and said with a smile, "I just went to buy a pair of slippers, you can wear them!"

"Hey, you kid!" Ma Jun smiled, bent down to take off his leather shoes, and put on slippers.

For a moment, Yang Yong couldn't help turning his head, just in time to see the scene of Ma Jun changing his shoes. Immediately, his first feeling was: Uncle Ma is really U, from head to toe.The snow-white socks wrapped the plump big feet, making them look plump.

Ma Jun put on his slippers, walked into the hall, hung his coat on the wall, and sat down on the sofa.

Yang Yong had already taken out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, put them on the table, and said with a smile: "My sofa is crushed by you. When the landlord comes to check, I will be the first to confess you!"

"Haha, you boy, you are ungrateful! I thought you were hungry, so I packed the food for you!" Ma Jun pouted, matching his elegant face, he looked quite funny, and Yang Yong was a little lost.

Realizing that he was absent-minded, Yang Yong hurriedly turned his head, smiled, and said, "Okay, wash your hands quickly, and eat!"

Hearing this, Ma Jun smiled and agreed, and walked towards the bathroom.

After the meal, Ma Jun took a sip of water with a smile, then lay on the sofa, and smiled at Yang Yong: "Clean up, I'll lie down!"

Yang Yong stared dumbfounded at Ma Jun lying on the sofa stretched all over, a little speechless, rolled his eyes, got up, and packed up.

In fact, there are not many, there are only two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and the rest are bags. After tidying up, they can be put into garbage bags.

But when Yang Yong saw Ma Jun's appearance, his teeth itch with hatred. Ma Jun was purely acquainted with him, and he had the unique free and easy style of middle-aged people. Yang Yong liked this free and easy, but now, he was a little speechless.

Soon, the dishes and chopsticks were cleared away, Yang Yong came out, and was about to scold Ma Jun severely, anyway, he was still injured, but the scene in front of him almost made Yang Yong's mouth water.

Although it was October, the indoor temperature was still quite hot. After eating, Ma Jun took off his shirt and lay lazily on the sofa.

When Yang Yong came out, he saw a scene that made his blood gushing.