Chapter 36

Except in film and television works, the first time I have seen so many cars, it seems like I have traveled from all directions in an instant.

Jetta stirred up the porridge and stopped.

Several times, when Picasso disappeared from sight, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

I even wanted to pat the bald head in front of me and get out of the car and leave.

However, bald man is a light in the darkness, and he can always find the target at the right time. God knows which temple his bald man has blessed him.

A row of engineering vehicles were parked on the road on the north side, and the colorful flags were waving not far away, and the property had just been topped off.

Fuck his fucking pussy.

Bald man said.

I thought he would say something, but unfortunately he didn't.

It was not until he drove out of the college road that he said: It was a hot day, holding a quilt.

So I started sweating.

I put down the cold quilt and took a long breath.

Picasso was so close that he could even see his mother's shadow through the glass.

The bald man sniffed and yelled.

I sniffed, and turned my head over the side.

The highway intersection is southwest, and at this moment, we are heading north along Wenhui Road.

I don’t know how long it took, and how many intersections I passed, and in the brilliance of light, Picasso drove away from the motor vehicle lane.

As it passed through a gap of bluestone door, it disappeared without any response.

Jetta slowly pulled over and the bald man glanced at me through the rearview mirror: No hurry, the parking lot.

Maybe why, he even smiled, his forehead was so lit up.

After a long wait, my mother finally walked out with the bald slap her legs.

She didn't take off her sunglasses, and the orange handbag was cross-body on her shoulders. The white mid-high-heeled sandals made her sway, like a green plant suddenly popping out of the desert.

Out?

The bald man turned his face slightly and immediately opened his mouth again.

Can Ah.

He said.

I didn't have time to take care of this idiot because my mother had already stepped up the steps and turned into a teahouse.

Just as I was about to get off the bus, Jetta drove forward a few meters and through the spiraling wooden door, my mother standing in front of the counter was fully visible.

The sunglasses were pinched in his hand, and his pretty arms were dazzlingly white.

After a while, she turned around and walked towards the hall stairs.

Just 20, bald man said, hurry up.Like me, he was sweating profusely.The moment I got off the bus, my pussy was bald, and my voice was like a red clock: Be careful, brother, this teahouse is extraordinary, and when you leave the back door, it’s his mother’s accommodation area, my sister!

I don't understand what this bald pussy means.

But I have never been to this place. I guess I should be near Central Park and I can see Pingyang Building from afar.

As always, the huge silver glans soared into the sky and shone brightly.

The hall is carved with carved beams and painted roofs, and it is magnificent. Although there are not many people, I am really stupid to hold a cool quilt.

In fact, my eyes were a little soft. After looking around for a week, I always felt that my mother would suddenly hit some corner.

The front desk dressed like Chunli, and she said: Hello, sir.

Hello, after glanced at the price list, I asked, which elegant seat did that lady go to just now?

Yes, that's what I said, it's like making a movie.

Chunli said she didn't understand.

So I had to give a detailed description of the lady just now.

It was just now, a minute ago.

I said.

Medium-length hair, draped, just reaching the shoulders, she is very white.

I said again.

I wore a sleeveless printed dress with navy blue and many goose yellow petals.I gestured on myself like a lice.Sorry sir.Chunli interrupted me and said that the customer's information could not be disclosed.That's my mother!Almost uncontrollably, I shouted this.It's really a roar, the lights on my head are shaking.Everyone looked over.Yes, everyone.With my eyes burning, I held the cold quilt tightly and sweated like rain.

The lobby manager only lets go after reading the student ID card and placing it with his ID card.

That was another Chunli, with big breasts and round buttocks, and two dimples with a smile.

She said she could take me there, of course, I declined.

Then hurry up.

She said.

So I hurried.

When I stepped on the wooden stairs, I felt that my legs and feet were a little out of control, and the irresistible thunder sound was like a giant hammer, swinging towards my heart without any pity.

A301 is facing the street, VIP seat.

There is nothing special about the decoration, with a row of crimson red and hollow patterns, which are so simple and elegant that they are ridiculously fake.

There was incense burning in the corridor, no one was there, and there was even no sound.

I tiptoed outside the door and stretched my neck.

The camera is close at hand, but there is nothing we can do about it.

There is a female voice, very low and gentle voice, which inevitably makes people think of a shy flower.

Even though I couldn't hear what I was saying, my face turned red.

Then the laughter of three thousand old cowhides came out, rumbling like an infinitely rising airflow.

I clenched the cold quilt tightly, and my whole body shivered.

He was talking about our school and law school, and I don’t understand what this topic means.

Maybe he could say something else, but my face was bleeding.

In the flash of lightning, I burst open the door with a bang.

I tried too hard and even the door bounced back, so I had to push it open again.

What are you doing?

A face poked out from behind the screen, which was not black or long. On the contrary, it was white and clean, and she also had a pair of black-framed glasses.

There is also a face on the right, square and stubborn, fair and plump, with a few traces of astonishment surrounded by the dense red clouds, familiar but unfamiliar.

It was at this moment that there was a thud in the corridor. I turned my face and saw my mother who was stunned on the spot.

She tweaked her hair and said: Lin Lin?

As you might expect, I have never encountered such an awkward moment in my life.

Compared with it, sitting in front of the whole class in the fourth grade of elementary school is not worth mentioning.

So, at the invitation of black-framed glasses, I condescend to sit down on the brown wooden chair.

Although it is high or low, it looks ridiculously hard at first glance.

My mother put the Boliang quilt on the coffee table next to the bookshelf and turned around and sat opposite me.

I couldn't say her expression well, and I just glanced at it and then I looked away.

But Lao He looked at me and then at his mother, and finally burst into laughter.

She raised her forehead and held her big breasts under her white shirt shook.

Black-framed glasses also laughed. Although he wanted to change the subject, he pursed his lips several times, but was slapped by the unrestrained laughter on the side.

Old He was endless.

After being stabbed by her mother several times, her laughter gradually dried up, and her red face was already full of tears like a kiwi.

After laughing dryly for several unwilling words, she put her mother's shoulders on her shoulder and said: Oh my god, Feng Lan Ah, the contact lenses are all laughing at me.

Apart from sweating alone, I don’t know what to do.

I poured tea for my black-framed glasses, and he asked: Green tea or green tea?

A very magnetic voice is like a grinding through three thousand old cowhides.

I don’t know anything about green tea and green tea, so I had to nod my head casually.

Laoshan green tea, he said, I like it the most, try it.

When I took a sip, he said: Tea quenches the thirst the most, Su Dongpo said that the wine is trapped in the long road and only sleepy. The sun is high and the people are thirsty and think about tea, cross-cross and cross-cross.

Of course, this person didn't say "Chacha" but I was too lazy to pass it into my ears, so it naturally turned into "Chacha".

That's it.

Just as I sipped the tea, I got up and poured tea for my mother and Lao He in turn.

Your mother likes to drink this Taiping Monkey Kui.

He said.

Teacher He's smile consumed a lot of water, so drink more.

He said again.

So Lao He spat.

I glanced at my mother, and she happened to see her. The familiar peach blossom eyes were as calm as water in the turbid and heavy light.

Lao He asked me why I came, and her face was still flushing.

Everything you say at this moment is ridiculous, so it’s better to just laugh first.

But my mother thugs her: What's wrong with giving me a bunch of keys? Look at your virtue!

The latter's square face suddenly raised his back.

Sophomore Ah this year?Almost at the same time, the black-framed glasses suddenly said.I nodded and took another sip of tea.My daughter is two years younger than you. She is in China and will be in the college entrance examination tomorrow.He laughed loudly.I don’t know what to be happy about in the college entrance examination, let alone mentioned June 7th starting this year.Alas, by the way, I'm also in Pingyang. If you have any problems in the future, just talk.As he said that, the man presented a business card with both hands.Too exaggerated.I could only take it with both hands.Letter: Liang Zhiyuan, deputy general manager of Jianyu Real Estate Development Co., Ltd., and manager of investment department of Pingyang Building Asset Management Co., Ltd.Maybe why, this name has an indescribable sense of familiarity, so I read it several times, and it means I can't let go of it.Before I could look up, Liang Zhiyuan smiled and said: We are working on the property near your school, University Garden, etc.When I looked up, he was still smiling: Your mother, Ah, and Teacher He are both old classmates.I don’t like to listen to these words. My mother and Lao He are roommates and not classmates.If you are with Lao He, it is naturally impossible to be with my mom, and vice versa.Of course, I nodded.

Liang Zhiyuan has a medium figure, a meticulous back and head, and her skin is white and slightly loose.

Love to laugh.

When he smiled, the folds rushed out like a warm fish, but the sword eyebrows and starry eyes of the past still shone with some mysterious light.

I understand it as a kind of sad hysteria of middle-class elites. They always feel that they can do it for a while. In fact, it's already gone.

He is very Mandarin, at least I can't hear any accent, so for granted, Brother Liang loves to recite poems.

In just a moment, the beautiful tea is always like a beautiful woman, and the roaring pine wind makes people feel hurt.

The most important thing is the magnetic three thousand old cowhide. When it spreads among the VIPs, I get psoriasis and itchy all over my body.

As for the topic during the meal, of course I have no interest in apart from the illusory tea tasting, but also the old things that I have tried very easily.

Occasionally, the fork will turn a corner and poke on me.

Only then will I reluctantly shake off a few words.

My mother didn't talk much, sometimes she lowered her head to drink tea, sometimes she raised her head to smile, and sometimes she would also hang out with Lao Hela.

But she just doesn't look at me.

There were some thread-bound books stuffed in the bookshelf next to it. As for whether there were any words, I couldn't say it.

There are flowers in the vase in the corner, and maybe some grass is fluffy and dry, not much better than a broom.

The calligraphy and paintings in the house are a lot of blurred. Although I can’t understand it, I still think that if there are acquaintances in the antique market, this kind of thing can be wholesale.

The screen behind the bookshelf is a highlight, even if the windows are closed, they are still bright.

It always reminds me that at this moment, outside the door, it is the hot summer day.

Later, Liang Zhiyuan looked at his watch and said he wanted to treat him to a meal.

My mother declined, and she said there was something to do when she went back, and she wouldn't be able to catch up any later.

So Liang Zhiyuan said: Then I'll treat you two to eat.

Yes, he refers to Lao He and me.

I hope my mother can say something, but she went out and made a phone call.

When he went to the front desk to get his ID card, a magical smile hit Lao He's blushing face again.

Only then did I realize that Teacher He had an orange lipstick, which was shiny and very attractive.

It is worth mentioning that Liang Zhiyuan was using VIP card, and the old acquaintance Chunli said with a smile: Mr. Liang walked slowly.

So we walked slowly.

Two ladies are in front, and Mr. Liang and I are in the back.

He hugged my shoulder and said, "Hey, the young man is so tall."

I really want to point at the silver glans and tell him that there is no height of your Pingyang Building.

When he turned into the Qingshimen Cave, Mr. Liang asked me what to eat. He said that there was a newly opened Japanese cuisine, which was very good and worth a try.

He was excited when he said this, and one of the evidence was that my shoulder was being snapped.

After mobilizing Picasso, my mother asked me if I would leave.

She put on sunglasses, her long hair was flying but she was silent.

This was unexpected.

However, before I could open the car door happily, I was grabbed by the enthusiastic Mr. Liang.

So in the afterglow of the setting sun, my mother waved her hand outside the window and turned around.

This moment was surprisingly fast.

I didn't realize it until Liang Zhiyuan took the cold quilt.

He said: Look at your mother, I’ll give you something, Ah, aren’t you still here after all this?

Mr. Liang’s car is a black Lexus LS430.

Honestly, sitting in the back seat, I felt that my butt was not my own.

This is Bill Gates' treatment.

Teacher He is much more steady than me, and it was she who helped me turn on the automatic massage.

I thought I could always talk to her, but I didn't want to give the key points of the Civil and Commercial Law next week, so Lao He only smiled with his face.

Sometimes I really doubt how this smile was inspired and continued.

It was decided by Lao He and he finally ate the fat cow for dinner.

During the meal, Liang Zhiyuan answered a phone call and chatted for several minutes.

Lao He said that businessmen are busy, and he said that they are all bullshit, right?

When he said this, Mr. Liang faced me.

As the gods and ghosts were used to make a devil, my body immediately itched.

After picking up two big mouthfuls of dishes, I asked: Is Jianyu very big?

The sound is a little slippery, but loud and smooth enough.

So I continued to ask: Do you have business in various parts of the province?

It's okay, Liang Zhiyuan smiled. The real estate industry is about money and people. It's time to improve management. It's hard not to do big things. In the future, Ah will be the world of real estate.

I realized this as early as in Hainan in the 1980s.

After taking a sip, he added.

Yoyo Yoyo Old He curled his lips, but the following text was gone.Liang Zhiyuan laughed.Lincheng, too?I paused, there was Zhang Ling, and Hexian?

Let me tell you, this small county town is not worth doing, and it is enough for cooperation, but Lincheng is a big fat piece of meat. In the past two years, a lot of villa groups have been built. We should look longer. Lincheng must be the resort of the future!

Maybe, I think.

I picked up two more mouthfuls of dishes.

The penultimate stop of the Fengwu Theater Troupe tour is Lin Cheng.

The geographical location is good, and the only coastal city in Province X can still be called a city.

It can be said that when it comes to Lincheng, except hairtails, there are poor mountains and bad waters.

The western plain is too narrow, and the entire southeastern altitude rises by 100 meters. Pinghe has to go north to the neighboring province here.

If there is an estuary in Lincheng, perhaps Lincheng would not be so poor.

In the mid-1990s, it was said that a large oil field was discovered there, and it disappeared after a hype.

The beachfront beaches have been quite popular in the past two years, but the seasonal restrictions are limited, only in those few months.

I have been with my parents during the summer vacation of my freshman year, and I really don’t have any special impression.

The evening breeze is so cool, the luxury car is stable, maybe a little tired, and no one speaks along the way.

When passing by Pioneer Bookstore, Lao He suddenly shouted: Oh, do you still remember this bookstore? It was at the north gate of Normal University before.

I can't forget Ah, Liang Zhiyuan glanced out the window. At that time, we were always taking books and tickets inside, like Li Zehou's lectures and "The History of Beauty" were all done here.

As soon as the conversation started, the two of them continued to sing.

And I felt like I was shot into the testicles by a slingshot, and my heart suddenly became bright.

It happened many years ago, two years and three years, four years and five years, I have seen a few words similar to Liang Zhiyuan's gift in my mother's collection.

It is either Li Zehou's "The Journey of Beauty", Kafka's "Castle", or a collection of "Today", which is completely forgotten, but it is undoubtedly a few lines of poems by a silver poet.

I only remember that the poet's name is very long, while the writers gave the speech are beautiful and thin, and the carbon ink is shaded on the yellowed pages, just like the old-fashioned autumn of the 1980s.

On the way back to the dormitory, I went around the playground and called my mother.

It took a while before someone answered.

The first sentence she asked what was wrong.

As plain as water.

I don't know what's wrong, so no one talks.

Mother breathed evenly, and grandma's humming sound was gone.

I even think I can keep listening like this.

It was not until she fed me that I woke up like a dream.

After a lot of effort, I said: Mom.

No one answered.

About two or three seconds later, my mother suddenly smiled, as crisp as the spring water.

After a long time, the water droplets settled, she sighed: You, you.

Regarding Liang Zhiyuan and Lao He, the mother said that they were dating, so your mother would give someone a rope.

She blamed me for being too reckless in the afternoon and asked if the light bulb was on that night.

I have nothing to say except for giggling.

When asked her mother if she had eaten, she said she had just arrived home and had just finished taking a shower.

Before hanging up the phone, I smiled and said, Mr. Liang is not just an old classmate, right?

What do you want to say?

Why do I feel so familiar? Maybe I have seen it in any book?

I must have been too excited and couldn't even control my mouth no matter what.

Please ask less, my mother said, otherwise God will go to the living expenses.

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The second day of the college entrance examination was the legendary Venus Transcendence. The last time God played like this was in 1882.

In an era that is far away and unimaginable, after you finish smoking opium, you can fuck your little-footed wife on the kang.

Despite the clamor of various media for a month or two, we still missed it.

Because on such a sunny afternoon, no matter what, the naked eye cannot recognize God's tricks.

Regarding this, the white sweater is very good.

She said that such a natural phenomenon may induce sensory thinking in a person's brain, but that's all.

We can't expect to get more.

This is the last section of the art appreciation class, reviewing various art schools in human history.

After seeing the prosperity, Teacher Shen, wearing a denim skirt, concluded: Art is a hobby after all, and I think the academy schools that always sing high-profile are going astray.

Although she didn't understand, her words still made everyone very excited.

For these two credits, maybe many idiots will lose several more pubic hairs a month.

In this warm atmosphere, Teacher Shen showed off several students' works from the art academy.

Photography, painting, sculpture or performance art photograph.

She said that the students' humble works were all laughing.

It’s not enough to laugh at me, but I really don’t understand why there are no music works.

Amid the cheers of cheers, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Junqi's name.

Yes, Class 02 Painting Class 1.

The work of this fellow villager is a vulgar nude painting called "The Woman Washing Hair".

She is indeed a woman who washes her hair, with long hair, flowing water, breasts, and butt.

The picture is bumpy and mottled and different in colors. The woman's body is plump and her curves are exaggerated, and everything flows.

A combination of neo-impressionism and abstractism.

Of course, I know nothing about art.

In other words, the above is totally nonsense.

However, as White Sweater said, this work is rare to make people shine.

It was on this Tuesday night that I invited some band brothers to have a good meal.

Everyone said that the sun was really fucking coming out from the west.

Is there any good news?

No, there are no happy events in this world. It will be a huge happy event if you go out tomorrow morning without being hit by a car.

Yes, that's what I said.

There is really a happy event. The big wave beat the table and it sounded loudly. Let’s take a quick record. At least a small sample came out. Why did PK14 jump so quickly? Experience the bloody lesson of the benchmark.

Next, this forced to prove that the 120 places where the girl is better than PK14 is more reasonable and convincing.

With the thunderous applause, we killed another big cup of beer and unanimously decided: just record it, our great sound art can withstand any kind of destruction.

After the Civil Law class on Thursday afternoon, I and Dabo went to the city.

Although I have touched all kinds of recording studios that are open, secret, and glamorous, and dirty, there is still only one conclusion: get money.

There is nothing wrong with the market economy, there is nothing to do about this kind of thing.

Dabo pulled off several beards for this. I felt it was inexplicable. It was not that it was not worth it, but that even if you age into a vulture, this is still a little more than 10,000 yuan.

After breaking up with Dabo in front of Building 2, I walked along the west corridor towards the dormitory.

The gods and ghosts were sent to the devil, and right in front of the signs on the shore of Xizi Lake (a stone with the book "West Lake"), I looked up and saw Chen Yao.

In addition to Chen Yao, there is also a mature woman with a shiny look.

They were in a fierce confrontation, and their red faces were very satisfying.

So I rushed over quickly.

I think I should say something, such as shouting Hey and taking my life.

However, the situation did not allow it. My falling from the sky seemed to have frozen all the verbal and verbal arrows in an instant, and no one spoke for a second or two.

After rolling my eyelids, Chen Yao grabbed me.

She said: Why are you here?

After a while, when I was enough to see the woman's appearance and clothes (she was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, she was wearing a white linen skirt, holding a black handbag in her left hand, holding a white linen vest on her right arm, wrapping her legs in black silk, and wearing black sponge sandals at her feet), Chen Yao said again: This is my mother.

Maybe it was too hot, my girlfriend's face was red and there were blisters on the corners of her mouth.