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The body relaxed from the extremely tense state, and Jiu'er only felt that his lower abdomen was twitching constantly, his muscles were sore, his cheeks were shrunk, and his breathing sound was rapid, like the sound from a broken radio.

Under the influence of passion/desire, she was sweating from the base of her neck to the top of her head, Jiu'er blinked her dry eyes, the taut strings in her mind had been stretched to the extreme, and after being loosened, she appeared weak.

Chiu'er bent her knees and leaned against the tiles. The cold tiles had already been warmed by the evaporation of hot water, which did not have the effect of cooling the body temperature at all.

"Hmm..." Jiu'er desperately wanted to find a place to curl up, and felt extremely insecure after being free. Ren Kuan's name was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he wanted to call out.

It's like... like the voice from a small hotel, long, ambiguous, and viscous.

Shame will take advantage of the night to gradually disappear in the darkness, and Jiu'er will feel ashamed and ashamed, but the desire to get close to Ren Kuan becomes stronger and stronger, so strong that it can crush the shame on the ground until crushed.

Chiu'er didn't understand what he was yearning for specifically, he only had one thought in his mind, it would be great if Ren Kuan was around.

After the hard-to-fill emptiness in her heart gradually faded away, Jiu'er fumbled to get dressed, and ran out stumblingly.

There are not many things left in Jiu'er's mind, only the blurred afterimage of Ren Kuan, so that he even kicked the door panel in the place he is most familiar with.

The feet wearing sandals and slippers have no real protection, and the toes are firmly kicked on the thick door panel. Liuer can't help but make a sound of pain. A flash of lightning brightened his mood.

Jiu'er crawled onto the bed, rubbing his toes with a mournful face, his chin resting on his knees, his eyes wandering in the darkness.

He secretly thought, he thought Ren Kuan was in such pain.

The days on the street were flat and slow, and every day went round and round, with almost no splashes. After a few days, a customer came to Ren Kuan's shop.

Ren Kuan had just received the courier that day, and he shook the weight in his hand. It was probably a helmet for Jiu'er. He stood on the steps and shouted down, "Liu'er! Come up!"

Guessing that Wang Rui should not be there, otherwise Jiu'er would not run so swiftly, he ran towards Ren Kuan with a blushing little face, seeing how proficient he was, if he hadn't held the A guide stick, it doesn't look like a blind person at all.

"Brother Kuan." From the massage shop to the entrance of Ren Kuan's small restaurant, there were four steps between them, Jiu'er ran in a hurry, and was already out of breath when he came in front of Ren Kuan.

Ren Kuan pulled someone to sit down near the flower bed, "The helmet I bought for you has arrived."

Ren Kuan hissed and tore the transparent glue on the courier, Jiu'er's cheeks were raised, and his spine trembled with the sound.

As long as he thinks that Ren Kuan gave him something, he can't help but want to hide it, so that no one else can see it.

"Tsk..." Suddenly, Ren Kuan's strange voice was heard.

Jiu'er was a little anxious, and held onto Ren Kuan's wrist, "Brother Kuan...what's wrong?"

"Is this the wrong product? I bought the pink one." The helmet in his hand was fiddled with by Ren Kuan. This style is correct, and there is a bamboo dragonfly, but there is a big difference in color, " Why is this black..."

It's not unattractive, but in Ren Kuan's view, leeks are white and tender, so the child goes well with pink.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to confirm the order. The word black was written on the order. Ren Kuan murmured, "It's broken. I made a mistake. What kind of hand is this!"

After all, Ren Kuan slapped himself on the back of his hand resentfully, and said, "Why don't you send it back and buy another one, anyway, the courier fee is not much."

Whether it's pink or black, it doesn't mean much to Chiu'er, he has long forgotten the difference in color, but the word money now seems to be on the siren at Chiu'er.

"No!" Jiu'er squeezed Ren Kuan's wrist tightly, "Black is black..." The courier fee is not expensive, but it is also expensive. He really doesn't care if it looks good, as long as it is given by Ren Kuan. Is it colorful?

Ren Kuan still wants to insist on it, he has always thought that pink looks better, "No..."

"Brother!" In the middle of speaking, a male voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

The man wore Zhou Zheng's professional attire, which was out of tune with the red lights and green wine on this street.

"Hey, Xiao Ke is back!" Ren Kuan raised his head and saw Jiang Ke carrying a briefcase. This was the first time he saw Jiang Ke when he came back from Shenzhen. He was taller and stronger than before, and his face was red. High-spirited, outstanding youth of the new era.

Jiang Ke rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Well, you really chose the store here."

Earlier, Ren Kuan said that he would come back to open a small restaurant, and he gave Ren Kuan several choices of locations, and finally chose here. At that time, Jiang Ke happened to be studying in other provinces on a business trip, so he asked his colleagues from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to help Ren Kuan with the formalities.

Jiang Ke is one year younger than Ren Kuan and is the son of Aunt Ren Kuan. Ren Kuan's story is very simple. His parents died early, and he stayed at his aunt's house since he was very young.

He and Jiang Ke were about the same age, and they went to university together. At that time, his aunt's family was not well-off. There was an old man to support, and two children to study. Everything seemed a little stretched.

It is Ren Kuan's choice not to go to university. Everyone has their own path to go. How to choose and how to go, the decision is in your own hands.

Maybe going to university is a good way out, but it doesn't mean it's suitable for everyone. He always feels that accumulating tens of millions of dollars is not as good as having thin skills.

Jiang Ke is expected to sit in an office, and he has not let him down now. He wants to be a cook himself, and he has no worries about food and clothing on the path he chose.

But Jiang Ke didn't think so. Jiang Ke was honest, and often felt that Ren Kuan let him go, and felt more or less guilty in his heart.

The matter of changing the helmet has to be put aside for the time being, Ren Kuan put his hands on the back of Jiu'er's head, "Jiu'er, you go back first, my cousin is here."

When my younger brother came, I had to go. Jiu'er felt a little lost, and grunted, "Okay, then I'll go..."

Worried about Ren Kuan spending money again, Jiu'er said cautiously, "Brother Kuan, give me the helmet..."

After a little thought, Jiu'er hugged the helmet and left reluctantly, and the voice of cousin Ren Kuan came from behind, "Brother, who is this?"

"Hi!" Ren Kuan replied very casually, he hardly thought about this sentence, "A child."

Those who cannot see with eyes have keen ears, and the joy of receiving a gift is as high as a flame, but Ren Kuan's words are like a basin of cold water, extinguishing it, and the coal fire is still making a sound.

"A child", in Ren Kuan's eyes, he is just a child who can't grow up, but he is too old anyway.

He is an adult, whether physically or psychologically, he is a mature adult, Jiu'er thinks so himself.

"Yizi" is like an acquaintance in the neighbor's house. It's just a familiar face, but it's not necessary. He can't get close to Ren Kuan like his younger brother.

Jiu'er traced the outline of the helmet with his fingertips, and groped from one end of the helmet to the other. The distance between him and Ren Kuan was still so far away.

He didn't know how to get close to Ren Kuan. Once someone Ren Kuan knew appeared, he could only retreat to a corner, and even minimized his sense of existence, being a poor little one silently waiting for Ren Kuan to think of him.

At this moment, the sense of inferiority and frustration that could not be concealed made Jiu'er a little unable to lift his head, and the helmet in his arms became heavy.

Ren Kuan didn't know that the speaker was unintentional, but he sounded interested. He greeted his younger brother into the restaurant to turn on the air conditioner, "Did you eat? If you haven't eaten, I'll cook some dishes for you."

Jiang Ke waved his hand and said, "Don't bother, just go back and eat after a while."

"Then how can it be called trouble?" Ren Kuan got up to cook, "It happens that I didn't eat, so I left after eating."

The university is really good for people. I haven't seen Jiang Ke for several years. Now he has been completely reborn. He still looks like a shy boy who ran out of the village.

Ren Kuan was eating with a spatula in his hand, because Jiu'er left in a hurry just now, it seems that he hasn't asked anyone to eat yet.

Originally, Jiu'er didn't have this extra meal, but Ren Kuan gave him a start. Ren Kuan didn't deliver it today, and he always felt that he didn't do well somewhere.

Ren Kuan glanced at Jiang Ke in the store again, thinking of sending him away, and then go to Jiu'er.

As soon as he got down to the last step, Jiu'er heard a male voice, "Jiu'er, you are running around again, be careful that Wang Rui scolds you."

This should be Ma Yang's voice.

Ma Yang is a few years younger than him. His parents work outside the home and set up street stalls with his grandparents. They are also the left-behind children that the community aunts always say.

But Ma Yang didn't want to study hard, he just idled around all day, riding a motorcycle, and he didn't know what kind of wind was blowing today, so he was willing to help his grandparents look after the stall at the stall.

The overly melancholy Jiu'er didn't want to talk much, turned around and didn't take two steps, Ma Yang said strangely again: "Would you like to buy two books? You're either massaged or in a daze all day long, you are illiterate!"

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly. The stone steps sandwiched in the middle of the bungalow were not shaded by trees. The ground was hot and hot from the sun. There were not many pedestrians. Even the kiln sister who solicited customers went to the small hotel. .

"I couldn't see it at all! What book to buy!" Jiu'er was unhappy, and Ma Yang still had to be pissed off.

Ma Yang slapped the cold board, and the fragile cold board trembled, and all kinds of idle books on it trembled and flew into the dust.

"You don't even know Braille." As he said that, Ma Yang took out a book of Braille from the pile of books and stuffed it into Jiu'er's hand, "You don't even know Braille, you are completely illiterate."

The books sold on this stall are also somewhat colorful. In addition to fortune-telling and physiognomy, there are also some romantic novels, and then there are messy Braille.

Liu'er touched the raised place on the top, and the inferiority complex in his heart became more and more intense. Ma Yang was right, it's fine if he can't read, he doesn't even know Braille, he is blind and stupid, he has no knowledge, no money, and he has a thick skin I always want to lean in front of Ren Kuan, why, just because of his big face?