Cupid winks

It's cool at night, so I put a thin silk scarf around my neck, or wear a pair of leather gloves.His face is not old, and bags under his eyes are seen all year round, but they are not swollen like goldfish bubble eyes. There are some spots on his forehead, but the color is not dark. He has a lot of hair, which is often dyed, and the hair has no strength, but Shang was able to form a jet-black tent on top of his head, but sometimes the hat seemed limp and clinging to the scalp after wearing it for a long time, so he would take out the comb and take care of it slowly.

After taking off his clothes, the old horse's actual age category is exposed. Based on my experience, I guess he should be between 65 and [-]. The flesh on the old horse's arms is loose. It falls in an inverted triangle shape, as if an upside-down dromedary is walking on his arm. The old horse's belly is like a big jelly. When he walks, it shakes, the skin shakes first, the flesh hits the skin, and the skin shakes again. Shake, the old horse's thighs are like two water bags. When he sits down, the water bags seem to be broken. They are completely spread out on the chair and become flat. The old horse's calf is like the surface of the moon. Isn't there a gap here? , there is a small bump there, he likes to use a small brush to brush his calf in a clockwise circle.The old horse's testicles are like two miniature ugly oranges, the wrinkled skin wraps the flesh, and the cock is like an elephant's trunk-this is no different from other younger or older ones.

The old horse doesn't wear short sleeves or short pants, and the old horse doesn't sleep with me.

I met Lao Ma again, at the turn of spring and summer, he came for a massage, I pressed his shoulders, his arms, and pressed his bottom for a long time, he was not hard, I knelt down and licked, but he was still hard stand up.I looked at him with a smile and said, "Have you been tired from work recently?"

The old horse sat up, put on his clothes, and said with a sad face, "I retired early." He sighed: "Oh, forget it."

I asked, "May I make you a cup of ginseng tea?"

The old horse was surprised: "Do you still have ginseng tea here?"

I made a gesture: "Don't say it out loud, we don't provide it. Manager Fan kept it privately. I took two packages along."

I went to the lounge and got a small bag, which contained ginseng tea bags and a box of Viagra.Back in the room, I made tea for Lao Ma and handed him the pills.The old horse smiled, and only took the teacup, not the pills.He asked me, "How old are you?"

When I was younger, who doesn't like young people?Regardless of whether he came to conquer or be conquered, it is correct to say that he is younger, and I look small, and the lights in the room are dim, so it is difficult to tell.I said, "Eighteen."

The old horse was tongue-tied: "Don't talk nonsense." He blew on the hot steam on the teacup and said, "Eighteen, Lao Fan will let you do this?"

I stuck out my tongue and said, "Twenty."

The old horse looked at me, I surrendered, and squeezed his arm: "24, almost 25."

The old horse stopped looking at me, drank tea, and said softly, "Go upstairs and learn some real skills."

After that, Lao Ma became a regular customer of mine. When he came, I would pinch his shoulders, arms, beat his legs, serve him tea and water, and serve him like an old lady.Several times, I still wanted to serve the little master who served the old master, but I still failed. The old horse sighed and refused to let me try. He clapped my hands and said to me: "Xiaobao, I can be your grandfather now. Don't embarrass me."

I said, "Old horse, my grandfather was eighty when he was my grandfather."

My parents were over 50 when I was born. We got married early in our hometown. My mother married my father when she was 30. One year, two years, three years, five years have passed, and my mother’s stomach has never moved. They believed in the Buddha, they ate fast and recited Buddha's name to pray for Guanyin to give them a son during the day, and broke the precepts at night to hope that the Buddha would appear. After praying for more than [-] years, I was expected by them.They are very precious to me, and that's how I got my name "Little Treasure".I was treasured until I was ten years old, and they sent me to a small temple near my home to repay their kindness—they thought I was bestowed upon them by the Buddha, and asked me to eat fast for ten years to repay the kindness of the Buddha.So, when I was ten years old, I didn't learn the ninety-nine multiplication table, I didn't know how much the flowers fall, abcdefg, I learned "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra", "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Mantra", "Diamond Sutra", and learned how to stack silver Yuanbao, how to arrange the altar, knock on the wooden fish, sit in the summer, wash the hair and feet of the Buddha, and brush the fine white teeth in the mouth of the king of Yama in the Hall of Yama.It’s been the fifth year of the vegetarian meal. I can’t figure it out. They want to repay the kindness of the Buddha. Why don’t they come to eat the vegetarian meal by themselves? Why can I smell the meat on their bodies every time they come to see me? I saw the oily corners of their mouths. They touched my head and pulled my hands. My head and hands were full of the meaty smell from their hands.I also want to eat meat, eat ribs, I quit, and ran away from the temple.

I told the old horse my story.The old horse asked me: "Where is your hometown?"

I said, "Spring City."

"Kunming?"

"A small place is called a city, but it is a village. Chuncheng Village is from Fujian."

Lao Ma's eyes widened: "I'm also from Fujian, from Zhangzhou."

"I can't hear it."

Lao Ma said that he went to Hong Kong by boat when he was a teenager, and later went to the United States to join his relatives. After returning to China, he stayed in Beijing for decades, and his accent was stewed in a pot.

He said, "You know San Francisco, don't you?"

I nodded. Many of the American dramas I watched were about San Francisco. It has more than one name. Hong Kong is translated into San Francisco, and those from mainland China and Taiwan are translated into San Francisco.I said, "Golden Gate Bridge! Ma, have you been there?"

The old horse said: "I have been there, why haven't I been there? Where I live, I can see it every day."

"Wow, the scenery where you live is so beautiful."

The old horse laughed, and he lay down, with his head resting on my lap, and he said, "Xiaobao, let's listen to some of your Chuncheng dialect."

After a while, he asked, "You don't speak Hakka, do you?"

I stroked the old horse's hair. I remembered that a mother brought a child to our temple to make a wish. She carried the child in front of her body. I stroked the child's hair. His hair was so soft that one hand could not hold it.

I said, "Ya has a candy boy with a pocket, but does Rudou love food?"

The old horse's head moved on my lap, as if nodding.His body curled up.I said, "Lao Ma, let me sing a song for you."

I said: "My mother sang it to me when I was young, but I haven't heard it for a long time, and I don't know if it is accurate."

I also said: "I don't know what it is singing."

The old horse urged: "You sing, you sing."

I sang it to him.

When you enter the mountain, you can see the vines entangled with the trees. When you come out of the mountain, you can see the trees entangled with the vines.

After hearing this, the old horse curled up even tighter.It's so strange, when I was young, I curled up in my mother's arms, the skin was very wrinkled, not yet opened, and my whole body was soft. When I was old, my whole body was wrinkled, and I couldn't lift anything, so I curled up on the body of a male prostitute.I suddenly felt that the old horse was cute, so I lowered my head and kissed his hair.

The old horse said: "Xiaobao, this is about love."

I said, "When you say it, I seem to understand a little bit."

The old horse asked me: "Do you want to move to live with me?"

I readily agreed.

We live in a dormitory in Haozailai, with two bunk beds in one room, and the turnover of people in Haozailai is fast. When I moved to Lao Ma’s place, there were only three people sleeping in four beds in our dormitory. In fact, it can be counted as two at most. I He and He He often meet and commute together, but S is always in a hurry. s The name in the note on my mobile phone contact book is: the leader of the Dragon Sect.

Let's talk about the old horse.

Lao Ma lives in 12, Building 303, Hongxing Community. According to him, two years ago, he lived in a small high-rise with elevator access. It was more than 150 square meters, with a large terrace, and planted grapes, tomatoes, water lilies, and lavender. He is alone, and the more he feels the house is empty, the house is big and full of unsatisfactory spaces, and it takes a lot of effort to clean it. In addition, he needs to send his son abroad to study high school and university, and maybe he has to take a postgraduate entrance examination. As a blogger, he simply sold the house and bought the second-hand house with one bedroom and one living room. He can still grow tomatoes and lotus flowers, that is, the big tomatoes become cherry tomatoes, and the water lilies become bowl lotuses. In a small celadon bowl.I've seen it, on the balcony next to the living room. When I saw it, it was still a flower bud, and the closed petals were clustered into pointed bergamot.The fingertips of the bergamot are bright red.I didn't see it bloom and I moved out of the old horse.

Lao Ma married late and divorced early.When the child was one year old, he started his own business. After returning to China from San Francisco, he did decorations for others in Beijing and made some money. At that time, a business partner said that the development prospect of the financial market was good, so he followed him. The two jointly opened It was a decoration company, and later engaged in property management and real estate, which was really good.He told me, Xiaobao, you haven’t seen it before, you don’t know, when I was young, people would fly towards me, jump at me, go to sing karaoke, and the wine glass couldn’t be put down , That's endless wine, endless buttocks.

Now, the old horse is old, the company can't do it anymore, he can't drink alcohol, and he can't touch his buttocks anymore. He carries a thermos all day long to watch stocks, stroll in the park, watch chess, and fish. Watch the young guy's ass.He also told me, Xiaobao, when you reach my age, you will know that seeing is more interesting than touching.I said, then you must have been to Four Seasons Plaza, right?

When Lao Ma was young, he didn’t think much of the Four Seasons Plaza. He thought it was full of pheasants. Rob, I have a bad impression of it.I came from the Four Seasons Plaza, where I met