Fawn

In the evening, the front and back yards of the Deer House became lively together.There are large pieces of fresh mutton on the iron shelf, and the mutton is still dripping with blood.Wu Kui got two sets of grills for barbecue, one in the front yard and the other in the back yard. He led his adjutants and soldiers to eat meat in the front yard, which was a mess; the back yard was a little quieter, because only He Ruolong and Xiaolu were there.

The weather is hot, and it is not cool in the evening. Coupled with the fire on the ground, it is so smoky that even mosquitoes dare not come close.He Ruolong changed into shorts and was shirtless, squatting beside the stove, sweating profusely, flipping through the roasted mutton.The mutton was cut into small pieces and put on a long iron skewer, which was sizzling with oil from the flames.Xiaolu also dressed up in trousers and a shirt, and the cuffs of the shirt were rolled up rarely, revealing a pair of black hands and half of a fair forearm.Sitting next to a short, small kang table, he asked He Ruolong: "What kind of wine do you drink?"

He Ruolong was so busy that he didn't even raise his head: "Shoot wine."

There are two kinds of wine, one is shochu and the other is local fruit wine.The shochu is strong, while the fruit wine is soft and sweet.Fawn doesn't have a penchant for drinking, but wine and meat seem to be a natural match, and it doesn't seem right to eat only meat dryly.After pouring a bowl of shochu and another bowl of fruit wine, he took a sip of the fruit wine, then turned his head and said, "This wine is delicious."

He Ruolong was busy with his hands, he only leaned in the direction of Xiaolu and probed: "Take a bite."

Xiaolu originally wanted to bring the bowl to his mouth, but when he was holding the bowl, he changed his mind and lowered his head to take a sip by himself, then put his face in front of He Ruolong, and poured the sip of wine mouth to mouth. in the opponent's mouth.

He Ruolong smiled, and while accepting the sip of wine, he took advantage of the opportunity to smack Xiaolu's lips.

Then he laughed and said, "Is this also called wine? Isn't this sugar water?"

Xiaolu continued to drink sips: "It's delicious, like sherbet."

He Ruolong stuffed a piece of hot mutton into his mouth: "Taste it, is it bland?"

The little deer shook his head while chewing, his mouth was full of meat, and he couldn't move his tongue to answer.Seeing this, He Ruolong tasted a piece himself, and at the same time stretched out his dirty oily hand, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of the shochu.

For things like barbecue, it seems that the first piece is always the most difficult to cook, and people have to wait for a long time with mouth watering.When there was already some meat in the stomach, people were not in a hurry. The mutton seemed to be psychic, but it began to change color one after another. At a glance, any piece could be eaten.

The deer and mutton eat only a limited amount of food, but they drink a lot of fruit wine.At first he thought it was a sweet drink, and poured it freely; after more than half an hour, he realized that something was wrong, it turned out that the fruit wine was really wine, and the strength of the wine was slowly bursting out.

He didn't faint or vomit, he was just happy, so happy that he couldn't sit still and couldn't stand, scratching his heart and wanting to cry and laugh.Pouring the last bowl of fruit wine into his mouth, he turned to He Ruolong with a red face, and said eagerly, "Ruolong, let me dance for you."

He Ruolong never thought that he could dance, so he immediately became interested and sat up straight on the small bench: "Okay, what kind of dance should we do?"

Xiaolu stood up, didn't bother to answer, and ran into the room on his own.Not a moment later, the trembling Japanese Noh tune could be heard from the study room with the doors and windows wide open, and Xiao Lu jumped out of the main room in one step, clutching a folding fan.

Taking a stride in front of He Ruolong, Xiaolu began to dance in a self-indulgent manner.He Ruolong raised his head with great interest, seeing that he was not moving for a long time, it was because he was puzzled, but unexpectedly he raised his arms slightly, clenched a folding fan in one hand, and clenched a hollow fist in the other, and suddenly turned around straight.He squatted with his legs together and took a few steps forward, then stopped again, completely motionless, like a wooden sculpture made of clay.

When He Ruolong saw this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Which country's dance is this? The master of oriental dance?"

The tone released from the big horn of the phonograph became more and more mellow and choked, as if the old man was choking on tears.Xiao Lu ignored He Ruolong, squatted and turned around, like a thief whose upper body has been restrained, he walked back on tiptoe.The folding fan in his hand trembled violently, he half closed his eyes, and did not move again.

He Ruolong was also half drunk, trembling with laughter while holding a wine bowl.Little Lu didn't care about his smile, but just danced on his own, as if he had become a child again, with no power in his chest, he couldn't hide it if he had a little bit of skill, and he was very persistent in wanting to show it to outsiders.When a piece of film turned around, Xiao Lu ran back to the study with the folding fan in hand, and quickly replaced it with a new film.

This time the style of the music changed, and it became a high-spirited march.Compared with the previous one, the fawn's dance has also changed to another extreme - he stood in the yard and started to spin in circles crazily, clapping his hands and kicking his legs while spinning, without applause and applause, he himself turned into a happy dance that filled the yard. Air.

He Ruolong couldn't help standing up, eager to get closer to him.Before, he always thought that Xiao Lu was a dull, silent young man, dressed in a rigid military style, as if he had been a soldier for several generations; he didn't expect that Xiao Lu actually loved to sing and dance, and he turned out to be a lively person.

Then he remembered that he was actually not a few years older than Xiaolu, and he was also a young man.Going crazy with the help of wine to cover his face, he imitated Xiaolu and jumped up and down.He was a big, heavy man with a clumsy jump that shook the sky.Seeing this, the drunk Xiaolu pulled him up and ran into the room.Staggering into the study, Xiao Lu changed another record.

The melody of the waltz flowed from the loudspeaker, Xiaolu pulled He Ruolong, and let him follow his own pace amidst the sound of music.He Ruolong was clumsy at first, but after a few steps forward and back, he suddenly realized what he was doing and kept up.

Jumping and jumping, he began to giggle haha, feeling that his behavior was childish and funny.He has never danced before in his life, but today he danced the western dance with the deer, even though there was no audience, he felt a little embarrassed.Embarrassed, but at the same time a little irritating, because he was out of line—with Xiaolu, he was out of line again and again, and he did all the outrageous things one after another.Originally, he planned to climb up Cheng Tingli's career, but now he doesn't.

Gao Zhi no longer climbs, but Qingyun still wants it.He Ruolong knew it well, even if he was drunk, he knew it well.Holding the deer in his arms, he walked around the study a few more times, in order to prove that he would have both the blue sky and the beauty, he suddenly picked up the deer by the waist, and strode across the main room into the bedroom.

He took the fawn to bed.Fawn's trousers were tight, but his trousers were loose.Unbuttoning his pants and stepping back, he pulled Xiao Lu's hand between his legs.The deer danced with a knife and played with sticks, with delicate palms, but the palms were not tender.Holding He Ruolong's bastard with his rough hands, Xiaolu rubbed and teased him meticulously like a baby, until he let out a trembling sigh, his erectile organs trembled with him, spitting out the transparent juice drop by drop.

"I want..." he murmured out of breath, "I want you..."

While talking, he reached down and wrapped his palm around the fawn's buttocks.But before he could feel it clearly, Xiao Lu had forcefully opened his arm: "No, I don't like it."

If Xiaolu doesn't give it, He Ruolong can't force it.So the frustrated hand went up and snaked into the fawn's shirt.His thumb ran over the fawn's nipple, and he gave the fawn a shiver.

The backyard was lively and quiet for a while, and Wu Kui in the front yard was holding a newly arrived telegram, wondering if he should send it now.The telegram came from Zhangjiakou, and it was not a secret telegram. After it was translated, it was only two or three sentences. It said that a commissioner from the Provincial Ordnance Office would come to inspect the production situation of the Donghezi Arsenal in the near future. The ammunition must be recorded in the register and deployed uniformly by the logistics department.

Although Wu Kui looks like a butcher, in fact he has the same eyes and eyes as Zhang Chunsheng.He thinks that the relationship between his group seat and head He is obviously not normal. If the two of them are really just eating and drinking in the backyard, that's fine; if they do anything else besides eating and drinking, then he will rush in , isn't it obvious that you are looking for a fight?

The commissioner came "recently", not today, not less than a day and a half.At this point, Wu Kuisi put the telegram in his room, took the bottle of shochu back to the courtyard and drank it again.