Zamoli

Chang Ming'an felt a chill on his neck first, it was the forearm that was blown cold by the cool autumn wind, and then it was warm, warm and lingering.The cold tip of the man's nose rubbed against his jaw, pacing back and forth along the mandible, his body was tightly fitted, without the feminine curves that Chang Mingan was familiar with, but it still made people's ears warm.

But after being confused for a moment, Chang Ming'an immediately came to his senses, frowned and tore this person off his body, feeling a little annoyed.

Pushed by Chang Mingan, He Mu staggered two steps, supported the back of the sofa to stand firm, and subconsciously raised his arms to cover his head.After blocking for a long time without hearing Chang Ming'an's movement, he put down his hands, covered his open skirt, and looked at Chang Ming'an who was standing by the door.

Chang Mingan has inconspicuous drooping eyes, and he looks very docile when he has no expression, but at the moment he is frowning, showing a defensive posture because he was offended, and tilting his head slightly, he can see him from He Mu's angle. The sharp jaw line is like a stern parent facing a child who makes mistakes.

He Mu became angry from embarrassment, pursed his lips that carefully traced the lip line, walked over without saying a word, and made a "tapping" sound on the floor with his bare feet.He slammed the door open, pushed Chang Ming An out of the door, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".Chang Ming'an was pushed out of the door unexpectedly, his face was still angry, facing the closed door, he felt a sense of absurdity, he could only sigh.

The neighbor across the door was probably startled by the slamming of the door, opened the door a little, and poked his head out.

Chang Mingan hurried over, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, shook out a cigarette and handed it over, and said, "Uncle, can I ask you something?"

The uncle at the opposite door saw that Chang Ming'an was swept out of the house with his clothes neatly dressed, and acted in a serious manner. After all, he took the cigarette, and he looked defensive, and said, "What are you asking?"

Chang Ming'an thought for a while, avoided the important, and said slowly and gently: "I'm the cousin of the kid at the door. He didn't have a good relationship with his family, so he ran away from home. His mother asked me to persuade him. The kid is stubborn, for a while. I can't persuade you for a while, you know, parents are most afraid that their children will learn to be bad, and they don't know if this child has met bad people."

The uncle looked suddenly enlightened, and the guard on his face turned into worry. He grabbed Chang Ming'an's arm and chattered to him, "Oh, kid, please persuade him to go home, you are a good young girl, Dressed up like this every day, some young men come over every now and then, every time it's different. The old house is not well soundproofed, so you'll hear voices when things happen..."

Chang Ming'an was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

The uncle lowered his voice, with an expression of embarrassment and disgust, and said cryptically: "Just, that's it..."

Chang Ming'an immediately came to his senses, his ears felt a little hot, he coughed twice, passed another cigarette to the uncle, and said, "Thank you."

The uncle put the cigarette behind his ears, said a few words politely, and closed the door.

Chang Ming'an stood in the gradually darkened corridor, and it was time for dinner in every household, the sound of short family conversations leaked through the door panel, as well as the sound of the TV, and the hazy yellow light leaked out from the crack of the door. The pitch black is divided into pieces.He couldn't help thinking that when he was a child, the neighbors criticized Miss He, which was exactly the same as now.

He walked back to the closed door, the lights inside were not turned on, and there was no light leaking from the crack of the door, but he heard a faint sound.

The people inside were humming, their voices soft and hoarse.

"Little star, bright and bright, copper nails nailed on the bluestone board, little star, bright and bright, Ira winked at Nong..."

Chang Ming'an understood, this is a Shanghai minor, soft and gentle.

He raised his hand involuntarily, knocked lightly on the door, and asked through the door, "What's your surname?"

The singing inside was suddenly heard, and there was no more sound. Chang Mingan knocked on the door several times, but no one answered him anymore, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

He Mu listened inside the door, and then leaned on the door to look at the cat's eye, making sure that the people outside the door had finally left, and then turned on the light.He shrank his feet that were so cold by the floor, pulled up his slippers, and went to change clothes.He changed into a dark purple nightgown with a silk surface, which was cold and slippery against his skin.

He carefully hung the changed cheongsam on the hanger, opened the old-fashioned double-door wooden wardrobe, and hung up the cheongsam.

The small house is messy, and he doesn't like to tidy it up, but the closet is neat and tidy. There are more than a dozen cheongsams hanging, long and short, with suede and silk on the surface, and they are pressed evenly.While hanging his clothes, He Mu hummed that song again. He had never been to Shanghai, but this little tune in the alley was deeply engraved in his mind, and it always slipped out of his mouth involuntarily.

There was only one small desk lamp turned on in the whole house, and the rest of the place was pitch black, but He Mu felt particularly safe and comfortable in the darkness.He left Chang Ming An who suddenly appeared behind him, took a hot bath, lay down on the messy bed, rolled up the quilt, curled up his feet, and fell asleep curled up in a ball.

Chang Mingan ran over there again after two days.

He could have ignored this matter, he didn't even know the names of other people, but he went anyway because of the small tube of hawthorn tablets.When Chang Ming'an was in junior high school, his father died in a car accident, and there were a lot of complaints in front of the widow's house, and at that time there were wild rumors that the old house was about to be demolished.He knows very well how precious the kindness given by others is, especially the kindness released by a person surrounded by malice.

One more trip, he thought.

When he went there, he met the uncle at the opposite door. The uncle seemed to be about to go out. When he saw Chang Mingan, he quickly grabbed him and said in a low voice, "There is someone inside. There is a man. He has been in for a while..."

Before Chang Ming'an could make a sound, there was a muffled sound from behind the door, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Both of them were startled, and the uncle left in a hurry.Chang Ming'an stepped forward and knocked heavily on the door, before knocking twice, the door suddenly opened.He Mu was wearing a women's nightgown, his long hair was disheveled, and the skirt was opened wide. There were a few hickey marks on it, dark red, mixed with teeth marks, which stood out against his white skin. The lipstick on the mouth was rubbed off, the corners of the mouth were red, but there was a bruise on the cheek.

"What's the matter?" Chang Mingan asked.

A man came out from behind He Mu, with an ordinary appearance, the hem of his shirt was ripped out of his trousers, as if he had tidied it up in a hurry, his face was full of anger, he came up and grabbed He Mu's arm tightly, without looking at Chang Ming An glanced, but the other hand was about to close the door.

He Mu turned around and shook the man's hand away, and said coldly, "You can go."

The man blushed with anger, pointed at He Mu's nose and cursed: "What kind of archway do you want to set up when you're a bitch!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chang Mingan pulled He Mu behind him, and said to the man, "Say something if you have something to say..."

The neighbors on the left and right had already heard voices quietly peeping outside, the man's chest rose and fell twice, and finally he pointed at Chang Ming'an viciously, and left without looking back.

Chang Ming'an brought He Mula, who was exposed to everyone's eyes, back into the house, and closed the door.

The room was in a mess, chairs were overturned, and a teacup was broken.Chang Ming'an looked at the undisguised ambiguous marks on He Mu's chest, and felt a little headache. Before he could speak, He Mu glared at him and said, "Why is it you again?"