Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

After school the next afternoon, I rushed to work in the clubhouse as usual.

Today the temperature dropped a bit, I put on two sweaters and a coat, wrapped myself tightly, shrugged my shoulders, when passing by a trash can, a homeless man who was rummaging through the trash can used a Look at me with similar eyes.

"Hey, bro."

I greeted him indifferently, walked quickly past, got into the alley, and took a detour to the clubhouse.

"Xiao Liu, that guest of yours didn't make an appointment for you today, wait for the bell to call you later." The sister at the front desk told me.

I nodded and said I got it, and went to the lounge.

"Brother, are you handing out leaflets in the commercial street at noon? I saw you when I went shopping today."

The peak of the guests had not yet arrived, and everyone was sitting and chatting in the lounge. While playing cards, No. [-] talked to me with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes." I said.

No. [-]: "It's too hard to make money. It only costs a few yuan an hour to distribute leaflets."

"Grandma No. 5000 is sick and hospitalized, and she is earning hospital expenses for grandma. I don't know how much it costs to stay in the hospital for a day. If I don't borrow [-] yuan from the boss, I can't get my salary. I don't know when I will pay it back. The little guy committed crimes." .”

Auntie Cleaning stood behind her with a broom, looking at the cards, and interjected.

I listened to them chatting boredly, as if I was listening to other people's affairs, thinking that Mu Junchen would really not come tonight, the appointment yesterday must have been forgotten to cancel, and he would never come again.

"5000 yuan is not much. As long as you let it go, the money can come quickly. I made [-] yuan a day yesterday."

Number Seven looked at the card calmly, her eyes were narrowed by the smoke, and her thin curly shawls were like a group of ostentatious little snakes in the smoke. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable by her own smoke, and she picked up the smoke with her slender fingers. A faint lipstick mark on the cigarette butt.

I was about to ask how I earned it, when Auntie Cleaning patted No. [-]'s chair leg with a broom: "It's up to you what kind of money you like to earn, don't tell the little guy about it, he's still a student, you have to Going to college."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the lounge changed. Several female technicians became uncomfortable, and there was no smile on their faces. Others showed disdain or shook their heads, and some of them bit their ears mysteriously.

Number Seven shrugged indifferently: "Okay, I won't talk about it."

"Little Six, don't imitate them." The fat No. [-] suddenly whispered to me from the side, "You are different from us. If you come in clean, you have to come out clean. I don’t dress properly, but there are no such projects on the surface, they want to make money and mess with customers, this kind of thing depends on self-consciousness, some money can’t be earned, you know?”

I half understood, the radio in the lounge suddenly rang, a large wave of guests came in, almost all the technicians were called away, and the cleaning aunt also hurried away with small steps to heat the newly added cobblestones yesterday Pebbles for rolling back.

Seven and I were the only ones left in the lounge.

If you come in clean, you will come out clean.

I vaguely guessed that Number Seven did something bad.

But a small bottle of albumin costs four to five hundred. Without this medicine, the level of albumin in the body is low, and ascites will increase.

"Sister." I sat on the chair behind No. 800 and asked her cautiously, "You just said that you can earn [-] yuan a day? How...how did you come here?"

Number Seven looked back at me, and suddenly a puff of smoke slowly sprayed on my face, "I really want to know?"

I covered my entire face with my hand, trying not to let myself have a humiliating cough.

After a while, I finally came back and said, "Sister, I'm short of money, just tell me what you want to say, and I won't ask if you don't want to say."

Seven refused to say.

I didn't ask any further questions, so I didn't leave. I lay on the back of the chair and kept looking at her, imitating Mu Junchen's pitiful dog-like expression.

It really worked, Number Seven sighed, gave me a blank look, leaned closer to my ear, and whispered something.

"No. 208, room [-], o'clock."

The clock sounded on the radio, and Number Seven stood up, snuffed out the last bit of cigarette in one gulp, and threw it into the trash.

"Don't say I told you." She seemed to regret telling me, blushing, "Actually, it's nothing, it's not that, you are a man, so it's nothing, you can do it yourself, right?"

"I didn't!" I also regretted asking her, although they all regarded me as a little brother, but in the end I am a man and they are women.

I shouldn't have asked.

"What about cheating ghosts?" She rolled her eyes at me again, and warned, "You guys are all dead and wretched, and you are very wretched when you are a teenager. Don't say what I told you, say it Just strangle you!"

Why are our men so deadly and wretched? Hey!Don't kill all the men with one stick, right?

She threatened me again, and I swore I would never tell, so she finally went to the clock.

After No. 309 left for a while, the radio broadcast: "No. [-], [-], round clock."

There are two types of clocks. At one o’clock, the customer specially ordered this technician. It may be because he is very familiar with it, or because he likes this number. However, the round clock is ordinary. The customer does not ask for a specific technician, and the front desk arranges the round clock. on.

finally come.

The first guest besides Mu Junchen.

On the way to the third floor, I kept telling myself that it was just pushing back. You are a man, so you don’t have anything to do. You can push it for Mu Junchen, and you can push it for others. It doesn’t matter.

However, when I stood at the door of Room 309, I was still sad and a little scared.

What if the guest this time is a certain teacher, a certain relative, or the parent of a certain classmate from County No. [-] Middle School?

Then I'll be dead.

I was in a terrible mood, and I had the urge to run away, but when I thought about the albumin money and the hospital bills that were running out, the urge disappeared and disappeared.

After taking a deep breath, I gently opened the door: "Good evening, I am number six."

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and no one answered my calls, as if there was no one.

"Let me turn on the light," I said, going to the switch on the wall by the door.

Light.

A familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mu Junchen leaned against the wall, next to the door frame, and looked at me quietly, his eyes were a little red, and he looked very tired.

I froze as I was very close to him.

"I'm not here to pester you. I just want to push my back because my shoulders are sore... I didn't even light your clock. When I came, you were the only technician left..."

He explained very cautiously, his tall stature was hesitant, and as he spoke, he felt a little wronged, and looked at me: "I won't do anything, I won't bully you... I will just Obediently, push your back, okay?"