Chapter 5 The Color of the City Night Market

The colorful desk of the night market in the city: drunk and digging into a prostitute's nest, the thick honey is better than the lover's mood. Only then can I say that I buy a song and laugh with gold and white jade.

When Wen Rugong took a stack of RMB from the old man's hand like a dead tree, his obsession with money itself made him no longer afraid, and he just wanted to tell the old man that you would come to me next time to attract repeat customers. According to common sense, Wen Rugong's itinerary was already a profit to save his life, but he couldn't take much money when he touched his hand. He stood in front of the headlights of the car to estimate how much money he had. All of this was clearly seen by Liu Jianshe in the dark.

Liu Jianshe's eyes were filled with gentle smiles in his hands, like a nightmare, and he kept comforting himself. After all, this business was found by the person in front of him. If he hadn't been to him, he wouldn't have made some money. But when he thought that he could only get one or two of the stack of banknotes in his hand, some kind of unspeakable and hard-working to suppress him came out of his heart, Liu Jianshe only felt that his scalp was itchy.

Suddenly, he felt that he was always so humble in front of Wen Rugong. The old man often said that human life was like what kind of life, and he felt that he might have to show Wen Rugong the life of the shop in his life. He could only spread his hands and put them respectfully under Wen Rugong's mouth, and put them a little bit of what he had missed. Liu Jianshe once again thought about it, the woman that made him dream of. He blinked his eyes quickly, as if he was fascinated, until Wen Rugong called him back to the car again.

Wen Rugong, who had walked between life and death, did not mention anything in the reward, but changed the subject and told Liu Jianshe what had just happened. Of course, he did not forget to change the props and say the knife to a gun, and to add fuel to the fire to shape himself into a brother who protected the brother behind the car, and sacrificed his life to accompany them for a long time.

Wen Rugong had a way of telling stories. The part he told about playing games with bandits is purely a fictitious thing. Just like when he used to draw big cakes for Liu Jianshe in the store, Liu Jianshe didn't believe it at first, but he listened and believed it. Wen Rugong was also immersed in it.

He even began to elaborate on some details, such as Wen Rugong said that when he was about to arrive in the town, he saw brothers responding on both sides of the road, and the young man opened the security on the gun in his hand. If he met the police at that time, he would probably have to exchange fire, and the swords and guns were blind, and we brothers were lucky.

The road is long, Wen Rugong followed the story just now and quickly fabricated several stories. Like many bragging preludes, these things happened to friends. As we have heard in the past: What I am like, what I am like, what I am like, what I am like, the specific meaning of friends cannot be reflected in these people. The friends in their mouths are just abstract existences, and the core is not the story itself, just to highlight themselves.

Liu Jianshe listened to Wen Rugong's talk more and more. Although he knew that the stories in it were all made up, he became more and more inferior. He felt that he did not even have the ability to brag in front of Wen Rugong, but now it is not about bragging capital or bragging level. He cares more about his own rewards. He needs that little money to do something to go to prostitutes.

Finally, during the gap between Wen Rugong's words, Liu Jianshe took an opportunity to express his thoughts. He glanced at Wen Rugong and said with a little twisted voice: Brother, it's too late. We might as well stay in the city and go back to the city tomorrow morning. I want to do one.

Wen Rugong wondered: What to do?It's so late, what are you doing?

Speaking of this, his eyes rolled: Oh, are you going to vent your fire?

I'm going to work in the village. When I want to solve my physiological needs, I didn't know what Liu Jianshe was talking about, but they were all men. At this point, can I say something else if I'm shy and sexy?

Well, um Liu Jianshe nodded repeatedly: I just want to go there.

Wen Rugong smiled slightly, and seemed to look down on Liu Jianshe in his smile. Liu Jianshe also saw his contempt for him and felt a little unhappy. Wen Rugong said: Everything is rising now, and even those forceds are rising. Do you know how much you need to go there now?

Liu Jianshe felt disappointed when he heard this, but he frowned helplessly and glanced at Wen Rugong beside him. Wen Rugong began to settle the score for him seriously: OK, I will give you fifty a day, you have only been out for more than a day, I will calculate it for you for two days, it will only cost one hundred yuan. What are you going to play?

When Liu Jianshe heard that he started to settle the score, he became popular and said: I know what price, where can she go if she increases? Everything has increased, and the car money has also increased. The old man gave him more than ten times the car money. If there is a thick stack, I will go to get one in it and don’t bring it out. How much can I spend?You just said that we were experiencing life and death, but we couldn't turn our face.

The last thing Wen Rugong wanted to hear was that Liu Jianshe said this, which was also the reason why he kept talking just now. Now he froze. Wen Rugong smiled and said to Liu Jianshe with a slight smile, just like coaxing the child: It's all this, and the good ones have been taken away, so why don't you talk about it next time you come.

Liu Jianshe didn't say anything, and Wen Rugong looked at him and didn't say anything. It seemed that the air condensed in the smell of gunpowder, and anyone could explode. After a while, Wen Rugong took out the cigarette from his shirt pocket, took out two, and lit one for Liu Jianshe.

He sucked in and vomited it out. When he came, everything on the road appeared in the smoke. He took another breath. Wen Rugong felt relieved. He seemed to have thought of something, and turned his eyes and glanced at Liu Jianshe who was pumping hard beside him.

Wen Rugong's face again showed the premeditated smirk that Liu Jianshe was most familiar with in the past: OK OK OK OK OK Since you want to go, let's go.

Liu Jianshe was happy when he heard Wen Rugong say this, but his face was still tense. He turned to the car door sideways, but he didn't look at Wen Rugong, so he took a puff of cigarette and said: Look!

Wen Rugong knew that Liu Jianshe was not calculating money with him. He knew Liu Jianshe, but since he wanted to do a show, he had to do the full set. Wen Rugong took a long sip of cigarettes and said slowly: Brother, you are right. We have all experienced life and death. What else is it hard to say? The old man did give me ten times the money, a total of 2,500 yuan, but that was not car money, but confidential money, and hush money. If you really want to vent your anger, we will leave when we get to the city.

Liu Jianshe felt embarrassed at this moment. Wen Rugong said nothing but his longing for women, as if he was a person who only valued sex and neglected friends. His image suddenly returned to the way he was when he was in the village. The catharsis vent he had just confronted him immediately. Even though he felt that he was indescribable, very refreshing, dry and depressing, he didn't know that Wen Rugong did this because he had something else to help him buy the shop tomorrow.

Liu Jianshe’s concept of money is not as clear as Wen Rugong. Wen Rugong has his own clear goal. He knows how much money he needs, and one point left is one point. For Liu Jianshe, like many poor people, he has nothing at all. One less is a life, and one more cannot get rich. No matter what the saying goes, the money he earns with his life, just enjoy the present.

The wheels kept turning, music floated out in the cab. The two of them smoked one by one, coughed violently from time to time. The stars were not seen in the dark sky, but the waning moon seemed to be in the mist. There were not so many cars in the suburbs of the city like in the city. The only one who accompanied them on the road was the moon.

To put it short, the two came to the city and found a hotel to stay. Wen Rugong asked Liu Jianshe to go out for something to eat. The daytime in the city is almost the same as the daytime in the village. The pace of life is always chasing everyone. Only at night, the people in the village rested very early. If there weren't any popular TV series, they would sleep earlier, and then two different worlds would really appear.

Liu Jianshe hasn't been to the night market in the city for a long time. He can't remember the last time he came here. After the men who worked outside in the past years came back, in the long and lonely night, he wanted to go out for a few days more than once. Once again, he went to Wen Rugong to go out together. But during the Chinese New Year, most of the city was an empty city. Everyone either went back to their hometown or on the way back to their hometown. No matter how much you care about the millions of tall buildings, there was no one picking up gold everywhere.

It's strange that you can't see beautiful women in the city during the day. Once night falls, the streets are covered with fair thighs. No matter the cold winter and hot summer, their clothes are so refreshing.

Liu Jianshe was sitting at the night market stall, holding a spoonful of rice but no entrance, staring at the woman who was wiping a stool diagonally opposite, and saw the woman wearing red high heels and flesh-colored stockings wrapped in her beautiful legs like a pencil. Liu Jianshe looked upward, and the round butt under the black miniskirt was facing him, accompanied by the woman's scrubbing the stool, shaking and swinging, Liu Jianshe looked at her eyes and jumping out.

The woman wiped the stool and sat down, crossed her legs, putting her left leg on her right leg. Liu Jianshe looked at the flesh deeper outside her thigh, as if she could see the woman's fragrant buttocks when she looked in. The woman's left leg kept swaying up and down slightly, her left foot was raised and raised, and the heel of the shoe had slipped off her ankle. Liu Jianshe stared at the woman's exposed half of her foot, and fantasized that she had appeared in the nine days.

Have you heard it?What are you looking at?

It turned out that just as Liu Jianshe was staring at the woman, Wen Rugong buried his head in eating, and told Liu Jianshe that he would buy the shop tomorrow. He said it two or three times in a row, but he couldn't hear any response. He looked up at Liu Jianshe's eyes and said to himself: It turns out that this kid is still thinking about this.