no Guanyin

This is the sixth year that Zhuang Er has been in Lingang City. She still can't get used to the weather of this city. It's like the big sun above her head today. There is no wind. She must be bored and get prickly heat all over her body. She deserves it. ?Summer word like summer vacation.

As soon as she turned a corner and rang the bell, she had already entered Jinshui Bay where fish and dragons were mixed.

Zhuang Er is riding a bicycle bought for her by her father. Her father failed to start a business in his hometown of Changzhou, and took the two of them to Lingang City, a city with a large foreign population. Over the past few years, the toy factory has started to die. It's true that she has come back to life, but her parents' marriage is coming to an end.

The culprit was the girl named Hang Huihui that her father had hired.

Hang Huihui is the lady of the Jinshuiwan nightclub. Zhuang Er thought that she would find this nightclub as soon as she entered Jinshuiwan. How could she know that? After walking a hundred meters, there are almost five nightclubs on both sides.

Some are resplendently decorated, and some are crowded by two hair salons? None of them are big.Zhuang Er glanced around, and stopped on the side of the road while holding on to the handlebars, and her gaze also stopped.

The chain of the bicycle is still moving, and the three-color turning lights outside the hair salon are still moving, and there is no wind at all in this bad weather in Lingang.

Zhuang Er rode the car all the way, and the sweat dripped down her forehead. Her eyes were like a knife, piercing straight. Cui Xing, who was chatting with her sisters, felt that her head was right. The benefit was "eating" Under the wall advertisement of "Viagra is as fierce as a tiger"?, when she turned to Zhuang Er, Cui Xing's messy hair was covered on the wall? A few of the black prints were unclear, and she herself He even blew smoke at Zhuang Er.

"What's the matter, sister?"

Cui Xing was holding a little yellow duck USB electric fan in his hand, and turned on the high-end fan. She sat here on a cold bench and blown it all morning. There was no guest in the morning, and the indicator lights of the fan were all red.The sweat on the girl's head made Cui Xing feel hot. She was free, so she turned her wrist and pointed the fan at Zhuang Er.

That? The girl slapped her fan on the ground? With the high-speed rotation of the fan blades, the shaken soot was blown onto her insteps?.Cui Xing's figure is a bit fleshy, but the insteps are so thin that the veins are visible. She crossed her legs, holding a cigarette with one hand, and brushing away the ash with the other.

She is used to the contempt of normal people, and the student-like temperament in front of her is obviously among the normal people, it's nothing.

When Zhuang Er saw that she picked up the little yellow duck as if nothing had happened, and continued to blow, he became even more annoyed, thinking that what they did was really cheap.

"Do you know Hang Huihui?"

The two girls next to Cui Xing smiled. One of them was putting on nail polish. The strong and inferior smell made the surrounding air even more cloudy.This woman is probably in her thirties, her false eyelashes are so long that they can pinch flies, and her laughter has the smell of a stock market: "Did you ask her for something? Her hands and feet are not very clean, and she has stolen things from several customers."

"Is that right, Cui Xing?"

Among the three, the one holding the little yellow duck responded, she nodded, and Zhuang Er immediately matched the name with the person.

Where there are many women, jealousy is inevitable. When business is not good, they will do everything in order to grab customers, even talking bad things behind their backs is considered good.Cui Xing has also been arranged by others, but it doesn't matter, she looks beautiful, she can't afford food no matter how poor she is, and if she doesn't have a bad temper, she can do better.

The little yellow duck ran out of battery, Cui Xing put it in his bag, and heard the little girl in front of him ask again: "Do you know Hang Huihui?"

Of course she knew it was because of her? This skirt was worn by the girls at Paradise Wharf when they were waiting for customers. Hang Huihui was one of her friendly colleagues.

It is understanding.

So what?If there is no money, other people's business is just other people's business.

Cui Xing received a text message, she replied hello, and smiled at Zhuang Er when she got up: "Sister, please excuse me, sister is going to make money."

Xia Tian's thin fabric outlined her mature body curves, so that when Zhuang Er, who was fixed there like a stone, was knocked away by her, the touch of her chest was particularly obvious.

The nightclub next to it is three stories high, and five steps up? There is an automatic revolving door.Cui Xing threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, his legs were so white that his eyes were blinding, those black high-heeled shoes looked like they were rubbing his feet, Zhuang Er saw Cui Xing going upstairs with a band-aid on his heel , but the surrounding is still glowing red that is incompatible with frequent friction between leather and skin.

Zhuang Er shouted before her figure disappeared: "Cui Xing! I? I can also give you money, you take me? Go find Hang Huihui!"

She was a little excited, her chest was rising and falling, but the person was against the light. When Cui Xing turned around, there was only a group of blurred faces in front of him, as if this person was from another world.

Zhuang Er who was a few steps away was also a little stunned.Cui Xing's type of beauty is not in her experience, that? A skirt that can barely cover her buttocks, sitting on the stool for a whole morning? The thighs that have been scratched by the stool, and the muscles bulge slightly when walking Your calf, even the moment when you look back, accompanied by the act of flipping her hair at will, are all full of sex.

Zhuang Er remembered the moment when the woman bent over while brushing off the cigarette ash, one-third of the two white balls of breasts were exposed, squeezing out a gully in the middle, and squeezing out Zhuang Er's chest. There is an inexplicable and ready to move spore in your heart.

In the summer of Lingang City, she stood in the smoky place, steamed by the high temperature of nearly forty to ten degrees like a sweaty steamed bun, looking at the direction in which Cui Xing left? She swallowed her throat.

Jinshuiwan not only has nightclubs, hair salons, massage parlors, but also large and small factories.There are factory girls in the factory, and the factory girls want to live in dormitories, and some can’t live there. The spare ones are rented by the factory, and you can get a one-bedroom apartment of about [-] square meters for not much money.

Cui Xing took Zhuang Er to find Hang Huihui. She also lives here, but not in the same building.

There are no street lights, and all rely on the lights of the residents in the dormitory building to shine some light, but it's already past eight o'clock in the evening, and there are few rooms with lights on. Zhuang You even suspects that Hang Huihui has not come back yet.

"Then? I? I don't care, I? I'm only responsible for bringing you here, you go and guard outside her door." Cui Xing's accent is not like the local one, nor is it like the northern one. It's good, if it's done.

Zhuang Er: "I? Waited for you outside for several hours."

Cui Xing took another cigarette out of the cigarette case, and put it in his mouth: "Wait until we have more people, who are you?"

Her eyes were probably the cleanest part of her whole body, shining like a lamp.When she lowered her eyes to light a cigarette, the light went out, leaving only a vague outline in the dark passage, and a wisp of smoke walking out of her mouth.

That? The smoke was blown out in a circle, and it was gone.

The woman tilted her head and looked at Zhuang Er who had snatched her cigarette. Cui Xing probably screamed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Hello, I? I have an STD."

Zhuang Er was stunned, they had already walked into the dormitory building, her eyes fell on the rusty handrail behind Cui Xing's back, she didn't know what to think of, she frowned, she didn't have a disgusted expression, and she just touched it. The lipstick-printed cigarette took a sip, and the posture was also very skillful: "It doesn't rely on this to spread."

"Hey, a cultural person." Cui Xing kicked the pair of high-heeled shoes when climbing the stairs. Holding them, there was a passageway between the buildings where garbage could be rolled down. Throw in the Band-Aid you ripped off from her heel.

The garbage chute stinks to the sky, and the moment it is turned on and off, the smell has already permeated the surrounding air.

Zhuang Er: "The ground? It's very dirty."

Cui Xing took her cigarette between her fingers, and the woman walked barefoot in front of her, smoking a cigarette and laughing: "Then what? I'm dirty too."

Hang Huihui's dormitory is on the seventh floor. Cui Xing seems to have done something strenuous during the day. He climbed the stairs like a tortoise, and was condescended by Zhuang You on the fifth floor? Taking a look, Cui Xing gasped: "You go first , it’s not me who wants to catch rape? It’s the third room on the left.”

She thinks this girl is too naive, and her family doesn't know what to do, and she spends money like crazy. She was thrown 1 yuan when she came out of the nightclub in the afternoon. That? One shot.

Most likely to use the same method to deal with Hang Huihui.

Sure enough, Cui Xingcai heard Zhuang Er say when he got to the seventh floor, "How much do I have to give you? Are you willing to leave? Me? Dad?"

She didn't go out and leaned against the wall to join in the fun.

Hang Huihui spent a lot of time drinking with her in her early years, and her voice was bad because of drinking, so she could tell it was her: "Is it your dad who can't leave? Me? Not me? Can't leave? Your dad, figure this out, sister. "

Zhuang Er's voice was a little soft, and Cui Xing couldn't hear it clearly, but the next sentence from Hang Huihui was a little too crisp, so crisp that it hurt people: "Besides, don't you know that your parents have divorced a long time ago? It's not my business?"

The two quarreled for a while, how could Zhuang Er be able to quarrel with Hang Huihui's voice and that formation.

Cui Xing didn't wait until the corridor was silent? He walked slowly to Zhuang Er, glanced at the crying man squatting in the corner, and knocked on the door of Hang Huihui's room.Cui Xing was cast by Zhuang Er's incomprehensible gaze, "It's not for you, it's for me? It's my own business."

Zhuang Er buried her head in a little disappointment and said, "Oh."

"..." Cui Xing sighed, "All right, by the way."

The door didn’t have an eyelet. Hang Huihui opened it. The door was half open and was about to close. It was too late. Cui Xing unceremoniously pushed the door open. The recoil was so strong that the door hit the wall several times before it stopped. come down.

"You're sick, Cui Xing!" Hang Huihui was so kicked by Cui Xing that she couldn't straighten up when she entered the door.

Cui Xing: "So I? You don't know if I'm sick or not?"

"I don't know how to make rumors about your mother! You got me from venereal disease? You won't get it! A man as ugly as you with a bald beer belly will be interested in you!"

Her voice was not low, not only Zhuang Er heard it, but also the voice-activated lights in the corridor for power saving. They stayed on until she came out, and Zhuang Er saw that her face was also hurt.

"Why?" Cui Xing touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth and hissed. "She has such a large tonnage. It's pretty good for me to tie, okay?"

Zhuang Er stood up. She was not as tall as Cui Xing, and she had the same wheat color in Changzhou before she came to Hong Kong.

"My dad has a beer belly, but he's not bald."

Cui Xing glanced at her thick hair: "...It's not about your father."

Hang Huihui was cursing in the room, and they had already gone far away.Zhuang Er just cried, her eyes were still sore, she asked: "Are you going to work tomorrow like this?"

Work?This kind of description is a bit unfamiliar? Cui Xing thought for a while: "No, your money is enough for me to use for a while."

"Then? Are you staying with me this time?"

After a fight just now, the woman with messy hair like chicken feathers waited for a while? Nodded: "Okay."