red dust under the lamp

Suddenly, Ning Jue realized the changes in Xie's family.Xie’s family is synonymous with that three-story building in Pingping. Usually, there is a pool of stagnant water. After Xie Yichen’s ignorant speech, the flow rate was cut off by the queen mother.

When Aunt Shu wasn’t cooking, she would mow the lawn and clean the front house. Labor occupied all her thoughts. She might be able to sense that this change made her more like a servant in a gloomy old house, but she couldn’t Without extra thoughts, I still smile when I should smile every day. I don’t know if it’s because I never complained, or if I complained that others couldn’t understand it, and it simply fermented in my stomach.

Secretary Zhang came even more rarely. He came three times in half a month, two of which were for Ning Jue's sake. The second is to take Ning Jue to supplement the previous transcript, and thank her for being willing to take over for him.

The biggest change came from Xie Yichen and Ms. Xie.Ms. Xie came to sit politely before, but she hardly came here later. She kept Xie Yichen here, as if she forgot that she had a niece who inherited the mantle. The leopard that was eyeing a tiger was bought by her husband from a farmer's house, and it is said to be an ornament of a warlord during the Republic of China. Suddenly, there was an empty space. Without the company of the leopard, the Dripping Guanyin quickly withered.

Xie Yichen didn't go out of the bedroom very much anymore, he didn't speak much, he didn't beg to enter the dance studio, and he didn't go to seek death. He read in the room all day, and when he called her, she got up to eat, wash, massage, and take a walk.

Ning Jue didn't talk much at first, but later she lost interest in taking a walk. The two of them walked outside as if they had completed a task. Both of them seemed to be tortured, and they couldn't wait to clock in and go to get off work.

Xu Liwen came to see her two or three times, each time not empty-handed, sometimes a bouquet of flowers or a box of snacks, which was given to Xie Yichen, and after a few pleasantries, he came to ask Ning Jue when he would go out with him next time.

After agreeing to go out to play a few times, Ning Jue also realized that the situation of the dance troupe was not as he thought.

The splendor and brilliance she saw were all illusions. The dance troupe was in decline. This kind of large-scale dance drama didn't get much funding, and it all depended on the sponsorship of a few rich people.Ms. Xie is one of them, but her condition is to put her previous "White Snake New Edition" on stage. Now she is reluctantly preparing for a tour, but her material conditions are not sufficient.

When Xie Yichen had an accident, Ms. Xie still supported it, but the dance troupe had already found another way out, and at the same time discussed with the writer about the adaptation of "Concubine Yu".

In addition to these, some talented people in the dance troupe are planning to find another place, just like the heroine and heroine, Li Juanjuan and Xu Liwen are looking for a next home, dancing?Without this kind of thinking, they can’t make a lot of money. Some people try to catch the last train to the sea and go to the south with their relatives to start a business. The content of chatting during the rehearsal is also about what business is good at the moment.

Liu Rongguang touched a cigarette and gave Xu Liwen an idea: "Come to our mine, at least 2000 yuan a month."

"I don't understand anything. I can't carry it on my shoulders. You're still my brother-in-law. What am I? If I go, I'll be stabbed in the back. I won't go." Xu Liwen smiled, and gave Ning Jue a cigarette. Jue thought for a while, deliberately pretended that he was very good at it, hesitated for a while before taking it, and deliberately coughed a few times.

She smoked pretendingly, thinking that Li Juanjuan understood, but the other party just calmly waved away the smoke in front of her eyes: "When the white snake is over, I'll go to Haijing."

"Go to Haijing? The dance troupes across the country are like that. You can't get famous. If you stay in Pingdu for a while, you can get a formal establishment." Xu Liwen continued.

It was Xu Xian who took over. Li Juanjuan, the white snake, suddenly calmed down. After a little consideration, she blamed: "Are you a fool? Go to Haijing to dance? Street art? I don't want to go, I want to go, just go to filming, Be a celebrity. Look at those celebrities, who can write their autobiography and still publish it serially in newspapers. When I become a celebrity, whether it is popular or not, I will publish a book and give lectures everywhere.”

Xu Liwen took a deep puff of cigarette, and carelessly stretched his arm over Li Juanjuan's shoulder: "Do you have connections?"

"Are you also thinking about it? I won't tell you." Li Juanjuan turned her head with a smile, her eyes drifted up, as if she was waiting for Xu Liwen to beg her.

Ning Jue stubbed out the cigarette, she was not addicted, her eyes were hidden in the ashes: "You won't dance after becoming a star?"

"It takes so much effort to dance, jumping to death, and being criticized, what kind of doctrine, what purpose, I can't bear it."

Xu Liwen begged Li Juanjuan to introduce him to him as well. After a few months of hard work, she realized that a big director from Haijing was coming in a few months, and she was friends with her distant relatives. Line, the big director is here to give a seminar, and he can live in Pingdu for a few days.

"Then this is an audition?" Boys and girls didn't understand the rules of the film industry, and they were eager to move when they heard the word director.

Xu Liwen was already full of energy. He wiped his collar, propped himself up, rushed to the crowd, and recited "My Motherland". Well, he recited it so badly that Liu Rongguang kept laughing: "You're like a local spy who infiltrated our revolutionary ranks. If you go away, won't there be a white snake?"

Li Juanjuan was suddenly nicknamed the White Snake. Ning Jue leaned her face to look at it. Li Juanjuan was neither humble nor overbearing. She floated past the crowd with the corner of her skirt like a flower and a butterfly. I sang and danced, and you all made fun of me in a while!"

"Who made fun of you? You sing well and dance well, why don't we grind our teeth and fart?" Xu Liwen laughed and started a fuss, Li Juanjuan became more and more unwilling to sing, Ning Jue braced his face, feeling bored: "I'm going back. "

"Why did you suddenly say back?"

"My stomach hurts. I'll find you next time." She found out where Xu Liwen lived.

Xu Liwen wanted to force him to stay, but Li Juanjuan suddenly pushed him, but he didn't stay, but just said a few words that she must play with him.

Ning Jue greeted everyone with a smile, and took off the shredded grass on her trousers.

Going back to Xie Yichen, Xie Yichen still has nothing to ask her for help, Xie Yichen is in his own world, Ning Jue has no time to spy on other people's world, so he stood there for a while and was about to leave, but think about the Li Juanjuan she saw today The matter with Xu Liwen is very worthless for Xie.

It just jumped, and it was a white snake for the rest of its life. What kind of tricks did it make?The only ones who know are those few people who don’t appear on TV or go to movie theaters. They don’t become famous or make a lot of money.Ning Jue couldn't understand Xie Yichen's horns. Before she left, she went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door. Xie Yichen leaned against the back of the bed with a pillow on his back to read, holding a pen to make notes on the paper. Ning Jue I couldn't understand it, so I folded my arms and looked at it for a while, but didn't say anything.

Instead, it was Xie Yichen who found her standing at the door and reminded that it was already eight o'clock, it was too late, and she had nothing to do to help.

Ning Jue didn't say anything.

Xie Yichen sniffed a little, smelling the smoke on her body: "Have you learned to smoke?"

"I know how to be, a street gangster." Ning Jue said.

The pages of the book drooped, and Xie Yichen's index finger was caught in the middle, hanging down along the trousers.

"What else?" she asked.

Ning Jue knew that this was a eviction order, and said that she was going to night school today and would come later tomorrow.

She spent two hours in night school today.She usually listens nicely, and she bought cheaply from others. There are still a few months left in the class. It is arranged in a mixed middle school on the edge of Pingdu. It is located next to the boiling water room. In the small bungalow two or three meters away from the yard, Ning Jue stared absent-mindedly at the window glass smashed by some child for two hours.

The female worker in the textile factory at the same table filled the book with notes. Ning Jue closed the book after class and found that there were about twenty pages that were blank for herself.

The female worker lifted her legs and floated onto the bicycle, and walked away from the east with a jingle of bells and palms, while Ning Jue walked to the west with a book under her ribs and walked hurriedly.

When she got back to the Fengshou Building, she clasped her arms, held the two basic computer books that were about to fall, and pushed open the door. Suddenly, she smelled a strange smell of burning.

I raised my head and wanted to shout, is it because the woman started cooking in the corridor on the second floor so late, but the smell of liquefied petroleum gas is not like this, and the woman will not burn anything. It smells like burning hair and egg shells. the taste of.

Ning Jue traced back to the source and found that the smell came from the first floor, but the hall on the first floor was almost full of shit, weeds and rotten bricks, and the man lived in a small broken room in the corner.

The smell is not from Gambler's Man.

There was no light on the first floor, so Ning Jue sniffed, trying to find the source of the smell in the dark.She was worried that there was smoke somewhere, and the next day the building would be the graves of three people.

She didn't have any lighting tools at hand, and she didn't expect the knowledge at hand to illuminate the road in front of her. After thinking about it for a while, she walked upstairs, intending to find some handy tools from her third floor.

Passing through the second floor, the woman is still picking up customers. It seems that she picked up two today. The two men are panting and the other is making an idea. The stockings seemed to be ripped apart by something, Ning Jue passed by and went to her place.

Pushing open two wooden boxes, half a wooden door was exposed. The middle was empty, and an expired calendar was hung. Opening the calendar revealed a black hole, and Ning Jue crawled into it. This was his own room.

Just entering, she looked for the flashlight everywhere, and when she found it, she looked for the No. [-] battery. After searching enough, she heard the movement on the second floor and disappeared. After the men met and left, she returned to the first floor.

Unscrew the flashlight.

The light was like a pillar going straight to the corner, and she swept it slightly, and saw a row of bones.

But that's not a row of bones, it's a person, wearing a disgustingly yellow white shirt, with two rows of ribs open, leaning on a large sponge cushion pulled out of the sofa, covering his ears with his hands, stupidly He opened his mouth madly, his eyes widened.

Ning Jue pushed open the door of the police station.

She had seen the little policeman on the night shift, the one who introduced her to the Xie family's work, and the one who gave her sunflower seeds.

"There's a Merry Fairy," she said.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to call the police." The police started to make a few calls.

Ning Jue said: "Yeah, a few years ago I was lying there smoking so much that I didn't even know my last name. When I heard the police, I ran away and hit the wall with my head. It's like plastic surgery."

The little policeman said: "Why are you angry? I mean, many young people in society don't believe us when they encounter problems. It's not that you are sorry."

"I didn't say anything. I'm making up a story for you. Can't you make a joke?" Ning Jue couldn't see any joy or anger on her face, and she didn't know whether her words just now were sarcasm or a joke. She couldn't figure it out. She smiled. Unable to figure it out, she leaned against the door.

"Then you must be angry."

"Then I'm really angry." Ning Jue smiled, flipping through the small objects on the table, including staples, a large dictionary, a register, and some small pins. She picked them up and played with them for a while .

The little policeman said, "Let's wait until tomorrow morning."

"Oh, then you should catch me up, so that you don't have to smoke up when you see me tomorrow."

Ning Jue still held onto it.

He hastily begged for forgiveness: "Then you can sleep next door, and it will be resolved when I wake you up tomorrow. The place you live in is a mess, did some inexplicable people live there before?"

"Yes, I am."

He raised his hands and completely surrendered: "Go to sleep." He opened the door, revealing an army green camp bed, a wooden table next to it, and a thermos bottle with a red belly standing on it. Ning Jue wrapped herself in a blanket, put two books under her head and fell asleep.