I got rich after secret marriage

I'm leaving this damn place where my house is.

My name is Yu Lu, and my mother picked it up by the side of the road.My own mother loved me so much that she had to throw me away.

When I was young, I was always afraid that my own mother would suddenly regret it and come to my house to take me away, so I kept urging my mother to move quickly.

Later, when my mother died, I changed my mind.Every day, I hope that my own mother will come and take me away as soon as possible. Even if she is poor and has no money, if I want to follow her to beg for food on the street, I am willing.

My family is a small town, and my dad opened a street stall auto repair shop at the intersection of the town.The business used to be fine, but after my mother passed away, he couldn't bear to smoke, drink, play cards and gamble. He always delayed the repair work, and finally no business came to the door.

It would be fine if there was no business at all, but occasionally there are still some.

Few people in our town drive cars, and even if there are drivers, if there is a problem, they will go to the overhaul garage in the city as a baby.Most of the repairs that come to my dad are motorcycles, electric vehicles, and sometimes tricycles and bicycles.

It's called an auto repair factory, just because the name sounds taller.

The one that came that day was a motorcycle. The rear seat was modified and two baskets were added as storage racks.

It was evening when the sun was setting, and I was sitting at the door to eat.Looking up, I saw the end of the road, where the golden sun was hanging, like the omelette in my bowl.

No way, my imagination is so lacking, it may be caused by poverty.

He came to me in the afterglow of the sun like an egg pancake.It took me a long time to think of egg pancakes when I saw him.

Super delicious!

At that time, he was pushing the motorcycle, hunched over, and moved forward step by step on the road at a slow speed.The pile of goods tied to the storage rack at the back of the car is taller than him, and the overall look is a bit like Xiangzi on a camel.I can hear his gasping and panting from far away, and I can still see his sweat dripping on the ground and splashing dust.

When he got close, he yelled at me, "won't you come over and help me?"

He was discouraged as soon as he opened his mouth, and the motorcycle dragged him back a few steps.He said "Ai Ai" twice, and then backed away, looking very embarrassed, but finally stabilized the car again.

He is so strong!

I hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks and went to help him push the cart.There is a bit of a slope in front of us, so it's fine to ride a bike, but it's hard to walk with a cart, not to mention that he has so many things bent.

He parked the car in front of my house, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, wiped his face, and then lifted his T-shirt to wipe the sweat.But his T-shirt has long since lost a dry spot, and it will probably only get wetter as it is wiped.He crossed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and simply took off his clothes, exposing his upper body readily.

Very thin, but lean and muscular.

I felt my teeth a little itchy, so I tried to look away.In the end, I saw a particularly funny scene. His sleeves and the inside of the neckline were white, and the outside was black. The contrast was very sharp.

A few drops of sweat from his T-shirt splashed on my face.I wiped it with my fingertips and felt that my fingertips were a little hot.

"Where's the boss?" He wrung out his sweaty, dirty clothes, then flung them in his hand as a fan, fanning them beside his face.

He is so dirty.

Dirtier than my dad.

Also blind.

I went to the mahjong parlor next door and called my dad.He may have just lost a game, and he came out as soon as he shouted.With a cigarette holder in his mouth, when he came out, he still cursed and told the people in the room that he was fine with the beating.

I told my dad that someone was repairing the car, and then he counted the remaining money and put it in his pocket, then looked at the motorcycle.

"What happened to the car?"

"The engine was turned off halfway, and it won't burn." He stretched out his foot and kicked the motorcycle next to him, and then carefully removed all the boxes tied up in the rear seat basket.It seemed a bit heavy, and when he lifted it, a layer of muscle bulged on his arms.Although it is thin, it is indeed muscle.

My teeth were a little itchy again, so I went back to the side and continued to eat.

"Let me see." My dad took a deep breath of his cigarette, threw away the remaining cigarette holder, stepped on it with his foot, and squatted over to check his motorcycle.

"Do you have a drying towel? Paper towels are fine too." He looked at me.

I don't.I went back to the house and got my own towel for him.Actually, I have paper towels, but he is sweating all over his body, and I think the paper towels will smear him all over.

Of course, there is another reason that I can't even think about. I think paper towels are very expensive, and it would be a waste to wipe his sweat like this.

He didn't dislike that what I gave him was a used towel, he directly covered his face and took a deep breath.After a while, he got his face out of the towel and smiled at me: "It's so comfortable. Thank you."

Then, he wiped the sweat from his chest, back, and even his underarms with a towel.

While I was glad that I had just got a new towel for a few days, I felt sorry for my new towel, and I was also slightly jealous.

His body is so beautiful!

Unlike me, the muscles in his arms are clearly defined, graceful and well-proportioned.When I raised my hand, the contours of the full pectoral muscles were highlighted, and the four-pack of abdominal muscles were neatly attached to the abdomen, which was not at all dry and bony like me.

I really want to squeeze it.

Also, the way his hair is wet and sweating is particularly powerful.

"You look a little familiar." He returned the towel to me and made a close relationship with me. "I'm in high school here, so maybe I've seen you."

He must be trying to make it cheaper for my dad to fix his car.After getting closer, my dad is not good at asking for a price, and he also has reasons to bargain.I've seen this a lot.

But my dad doesn't care who has anything to do with me.

Besides, is Lao Tzu just familiar with you?Did you develop cataracts at a young age?

"Maybe." I responded casually, taking the towel over.There is still sweat on his Adam's apple that hasn't been wiped dry, and it will hang there dripping.

I hesitated to remind him, but after thinking about it, I still didn't.I shook the towel towards him and sucked the drop of sweat precisely.

My towel was stained by him and had to be washed.I folded the towel and looked up to find him smiling at me.

My face suddenly became hot.

baffling.

I had a dream that night.

I dreamed that he brought egg pancakes from the end of the road for me to eat.After I finished eating the omelette, he said that my mouth was covered with oil and he wanted to wipe my mouth, and then covered my face with a towel.

His sweat was all over the towel, and I felt his arm and pinched the muscles on his arm.He asked me if it was good to touch, I said yes, he laughed, and let me touch his abs.

Then I woke up.

I stiffened and stared at a spider web in the corner of the ceiling in a daze.

I have to get out of this damn place, I thought.

Why didn't my own mother come and take me back.

School starts on September [-]st.

It's so annoying, I don't want to go to school anymore.

There is a high school in our small town with a good reputation.Although it is not as important as the one in the city, many students from nearby towns will come to study with us.There are two experimental classes in each grade, and the students in the experimental classes study hard with high scores in the senior high school entrance examination.As for those outside the experimental class, I don't know.

After all, I am in the experimental class.

Unfortunately, I am a scumbag in the experimental class.

I am a sophomore this year, and my grades are a little below the middle in the class.The teacher said that this grade can be kept until the third year of high school and can be mixed with an undergraduate.

I find it hard to keep up though.

My entrance score was actually not bad, but after one year of study, the more I studied, the worse it became.There's no way, I'm probably not the material to study, and if I study for another two years, it will probably become the last one.

Then you won't be able to go to university.If you can't get into university, you can't leave this ghost place.Worry about people.

There's a guy in the class who has the same grades as me because I see him twice below me on the leaderboard.

That person is Cai Jing.He is fairly well-known in the class.Mainly because his father died before the winter vacation last year, and it is said that he fell to his death while riding a motorcycle.Then there is a pair of very cute twin brothers and sisters in his family, one is Cai Man and the other is Cai Yi.

He was called out of the classroom during the exam, and he never came back after going out.We didn't see him again until we came to school after the winter vacation.He still loves to joke around, as if his father's death hadn't affected him at all.

He is also more popular with some girls, because he is tall, has a good figure, and shoots very accurately.

I wonder if any girls in our class like him.Maybe not.Because there are two outstanding boys in our class, everyone said that in two years, our class will graduate from Tsinghua University and Peking University.Not only is he good at studying, he is also very handsome, he can also play basketball, and more importantly, he is refreshing, clean and elegant.

Not pushing a broken motorcycle, sweating on the road, covered with dust, and baked black by the sun.

Our school starts from evening self-study.I went to get a haircut in the afternoon to keep my hairstyle, and I was still wearing a clean white shirt. I was afraid that the machine would not clean it, so I washed it by hand again.

My mother used to always say that I was a piece of treasure she picked up, and after cleaning it up, I was no worse than the little fresh meat on TV.

I deliberately walked through the back door when I entered the classroom.In summer, the back door of our classroom is often open.There is a little distance between the last row of seats and the back wall. Before class, boys often gather there to talk.Sometimes gossiping, sometimes teasing the girls in the front row.

Cai Jing's seat is there.

When I entered the classroom, he was chatting and laughing with his deskmate. He said that he was riding a motorcycle to the city to buy goods during the summer vacation, but it broke down halfway, and he couldn’t go to the village or shop. He pushed a long way before he saw a repair shop. .The son of the repair shop is a bit stupid and doesn't know how to do business yet.

I look at him.

He also looked at me.Looking at each other, he moved the stool forward self-righteously, giving me more room to walk.

I:"……"

Damn, cataracts!

I retracted my gaze and walked past him.

He continued to say to his deskmate: "He actually wiped my sweat with his own towel, and I gave him a big black face. Hahaha——"

Black face you bastard!I see you are a blind man!

Why didn't my own mother come to pick me up.

I sit on the seat.Across the classroom, he could no longer hear him speak.I felt a little itchy in my hands and my teeth, so I lowered my head to flip through the books on the table, making a mess on the table.

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