Cupid winks

When I arrived at Manager Fan, I thought he liked half-grown children with smooth skin and tender flesh, and pretended to be tender with him, and he would see through. I was afraid that he was a policeman, pretending to be crazy, and then he would see through.He took me to Tianxing Xiaochao to eat fried noodles and drink Coke.He asked me, "Why don't you go home?"

I said, "Master said the woman at the bottom of the mountain is a tiger, so I'll go down the mountain to have a look."

Manager Fan gave me a chestnut and took me there so I can come back upstairs.The next day, a master was arranged for me to teach me how to pinch the acupuncture points of the human body and how to pinch the guests. After learning for a long time, I ran downstairs and the basement by myself, hating Manager Fan so much that he scratched my ears and scolded me. Eating shit, you stubborn little bastard!

I smiled at him, he kicked my calf, kicked my ass, I slipped into a massage room, there happened to be a customer in it, waiting for the technician he ordered, I went up to him, with a hippie smile, boss, I will wash it for you Head, wash your feet.Manager Fan chased me in, but the guest wanted to keep me, but Manager Fan had no choice but to leave with a smile.

I am used to washing the Buddha's hair and feet and serving them, and I can't change it.

When I haunted the Four Seasons Plaza, I never heard of any robbery. Although no one cares about us, we all know the rules. The rules are to haunt at night, find a telephone pole, a tree, and stand by the side. , or sit near the "Obao", wait for someone else's eyes, the eyes meet, align, go to the toilet cubicle to check the frequency of the body rhythm, no matter whether it is coordinated or not, the person you choose, don't complain, Anyway, with so many nights and so many opportunities, the right person will always appear.We don't do robbery and intimidation. Robbery and intimidation are things that people with dead ends will do. We haven't reached that point yet.

I curiously asked Lao Ma: "The children in the Four Seasons Plaza are so wild now?"

He said, "That's not true." He muttered, "This kind of thing would never have happened when Ah Feng was here."

I had never heard of this name before, so I asked, "Who is Ah Feng?"

The old horse sighed and clapped his hands: "Ah Feng, Ah Feng is the boss who will come again. It is Ah Feng who set up the rules. Only in these rules can we be so free."

Lao Ma also said: "I wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant, I sleep in my aunt's closet, I feel free, I have no money, I get spat on, fingered, and chinkchink when I go out. Damn, do you know what CHINK is? CHINK is a very anti-Chinese and discriminatory word, but I also feel that I am free. I scold them back and beat them! Go to the rooftop to see the Golden Gate Bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge is so small, it lies in the clouds, and when the clouds are burning, you can’t see it at all. It is also free and can do whatever it wants.”

"But Xiaobao, later, something called AIDS came. When it came, everything was bounded, and I was no longer free. No more. I came back to serve the motherland."

The old horse's eye sockets were moist as he talked, I wiped the corners of his eyes, and he said: "It's useless if the Berlin Wall is taken down, it's useless, Xiaobao."

I was a little bored listening to it, so I rummaged and looked at his house.There are a lot of things piled up in his living room, such as vcd, dvd, cassettes, and video tapes, which are filled with three large bookcases.There are also some picture albums in these CDs, some are hand-painted, the cover is yellowed, or even moldy, some of the paintings can be seen as individuals, animals, or clam shells, some are so hard to tell what they are, and some are For foreign novels, the book corners are rolled up.Lao Ma saw me looking through the bookcase, so he came over and looked through it together. He took out a foreign novel, which was still relatively new, and said to me: "This Jew wrote the March of the Chinese Volunteers, take a look."

I said, "I don't understand."

The old horse said: "I will teach you, this word, indignation."

"What do you mean?"

"Righteous indignation." The old horse walked to the coffee table, bent down to look for things under the coffee table.There are also a lot of discs piled under his coffee table.He took out a disc and said to me: "This is a movie, come on, let's watch it together."

We sat together watching a movie, and I yawned after watching it for 5 minutes, but the old horse watched it seriously, and my eyes started to move around. I saw something like a photo frame in the disc box under the coffee table, Take it out to see.It's really a photo frame. It frames a young man. He's too young. His eyes and eyebrows are full of hostility. It seems that the whole world hates him, but he doesn't care. The young man is carrying an electric guitar on his back, and his hair is left on his shoulders. , with a cigarette in his mouth, pointing his middle finger at the camera.Photos are in black and white.

I exclaimed: "Ma, this is your son? He's so handsome!"

The old horse said, "This is me!"

I exclaimed again, and put the photo frame on the coffee table. Something fell out from under the coffee table, and a few records were mixed among them. The cover of the record looked like the same person, male and female. I picked it up and studied it for a while, and asked the old horse: "Is this you too? Wearing a wig and colored contact lenses? Did you have colored contact lenses at that time?"

The old horse was angry and funny: "This is David Bowie!"

I actually met Ma's son later, and we also listened to David Bowie sing together.

The first time Xiao Ma and I met was at Lao Ma's house.I was tidying up the closet for the old horse, when someone knocked on the door, I went to have a look, and there was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old standing at the other end of the cat's eye, wearing short-sleeved jeans, all in black, his face was very white, and his mouth was very red.I opened the door for him.The boy saw me and slammed the door shut.I hurriedly called Lao Ma. Lao Ma went downstairs to buy fruit cigarettes. The phone hadn't been connected yet. Through the door, a crisp voice asked me: "Are you the hourly worker Lao Ma is looking for?"

I didn't say a word, went into the bedroom, closed the door, the phone got through, and I said to the old horse, "A little boy is looking for you." I said, "It looks a lot like you."

The boy looks like the black-and-white photo of the old horse, but the hair is short, with a crew cut, and a string of silver earrings on his ears.

The old horse said, "I'll be right back."

I sat on the bed and folded my clothes. Don’t look at the old horse who looks like a human being outside, exquisite and delicate, but the house is a mess like a kennel. It took me a long time to find a pair of socks. I found one in a pile of newspapers. He found another pair from the bottom of the bed and made this pair. He slowly ironed them. After they were ironed properly, he put them on and then put on the shoes. The legs of the trousers were pulled down, and he couldn’t see the perfectly ironed socks. , he stepped on the newspapers and magazines that had been piled up like a hill because he was looking for socks, and went out.

I can't stand the mess at home, so I clean it up for him whenever I have free time. I also bought towels, buckets, mops and brooms out of my own pocket-the old Ma's house doesn't even have a rag.I tidy up the closet for Lao Ma, separate the clothes for the four seasons, put the autumn and winter clothes in the storage box and stuff it under the bed-the storage box is also bought by me.

I also bought a CD rack for Lao Ma, and the order from Taobao was delivered the next day. I set up the rack in the living room, and Lao Ma cut watermelons, and chatted with me with a smile, saying: "Xiaobao, I can't see You are so capable."

I winked at him: "That's not it."

The old horse laughed loudly and waved his hands again and again: "It's a pity that you, Grandpa Ma, have no luck with me!"

I folded two sweaters, stepped on the edge of the bed, and put them on the upper shelf of the closet. Grandpa Ma came back.I heard the sound of the door opening, the sound of the old horse talking.I hid behind the door and peeked.

The boy did not enter the house, but stood at the door, and he asked the old horse for money.The old horse gave it, but the boy felt that it was not enough, and the hand with a few red banknotes in his palm was still stretched out towards the old horse, without retracting.The old horse scratched his neck, bowed his head and took out the money again.

"You don't feel ashamed." The boy said suddenly.

The old horse gave him another stack of banknotes, I guess it was a thousand, the boy withdrew his hand, stuffed the banknotes into his trouser pocket, and raised his chin high.The old horse still lowered his head.He turned his back to me and I couldn't see his expression.He asked softly, "Do you want to come in and sit down?"

He pointed to the dining table and said, "I bought some cherries, wash and eat before leaving."

The boy snorted coldly, and looked at the old horse with a sneer: "About my age, right? You can be his great-grandfather, right? When you take it out, people think you are taking your great-grandson to go shopping. You can eat tender meat with fake teeth. ?"

The boy looked in the room, at me.I turned around and gently closed the door.

"Old whore!" The boy finally cursed and left.

I stayed in the room for a while before I went out. The old horse was smiling. He was sitting at the dining table smoking a cigarette. When he saw me, he smiled and said, "Wash some cherries and eat?"

He opened the plastic bag of cherries and said, "It's actually cherry, a foreign cherry. I don't know why it should be translated as cherries."

I said, "In TVB dramas, strawberries are called strawberries, and cakes like omelets are called pancakes."

The old horse said: "Oh, that's called pancake."

I squeezed his shoulder and asked, "Pan what?"

Lao Ma wrote on the table with his fingers, writing English letters, I watched, learned, and followed.

pancake. pancake.

After I finished reading and said the standard, the old horse lost his voice. He just smiled at me, and the wrinkles around his eyes became deeper and deeper.

I was terrified by his laugh, so I shivered and said, "I'm going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes."

When I reached the first floor, I opened the door and was about to step out when I felt someone push me hard from behind.I staggered, fell outside, turned around suddenly, and a fist hit me in the face.I fell to the ground, my nose hurt like hell, and my mouth hurt too, so I quickly covered my nose with my hand.Nosebleeds came out, and my palms were wet all at once.

"Damn gay!" someone yelled.