my neighbour

Song Yin dragged Lin Wen down the stairs together.

Halfway there, I heard an old woman shouting from afar.

"Song Yin? Is it Song Yin?"

Song Yin turned his head, and saw an old woman with full hair standing more than ten meters away behind her, holding a big cattail fan in her hand, looking towards them.

Song Yin let go of his hand, and made a gesture with Lin Wen: "I'll go, wait for me."

Song Yin turned around and walked towards the old woman, stopped two steps in front of her, smiled and said, "Grandma, are you still working here?"

The old woman stepped forward and grabbed Song Yin's thin shoulder, patted it again, and said with some emotion: "It's gone, it's long gone. Now they use a computer system to buy tickets. I can't operate it, and I'm blocked." Eliminate."

"Song Yin, where have you been all these years? I haven't seen you for almost three years. How have you been these few years?"

The old woman put her arms around Song Yin with a concerned look on her face.

Song Yin lowered his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a bit: "I'm going to work...Grandma, I'm doing well."

"That's good, that's good." The old woman touched the back of Song Yin's smooth hand, "I knew it, you must be a promising boy."

She hesitated for a while, and then said, "Do you still have contact with your family?"

Song Yin's expression froze for a moment: "Well... Yes, I just don't go back often."

"That's it... that's fine... that's fine... as long as you live a good life." The old woman was also taken aback, "Is that little girl who walked with you at the back your friend?"

Song Yin looked back at Lin Wen, and frowned, "No."

"Ah? Who is that?" The old woman was surprised.

Song Yin tilted her head so that the people in front of her could not see her expression clearly: "Colleague."

"Ah..." The old woman smiled, "Then grandma won't bother you anymore, go get busy, good boy."

Song Yin suddenly held the old woman's hand with both hands, and said sincerely: "Grandma, Song Yin always remembers how grandma took care of her back then, so she left without saying goodbye... I'm sorry... If you need any help, you can tell me, I'd be happy to help you."

The old woman's expression became a little subtle: "Well... ah... good... good... the child is promising, and he knows how to be considerate of the old man..."

Song Yin took out a savings card from his wallet, handed it to the old woman and said, "Grandma, the password of this card is six zeros, you take it first."

The old woman declined several times, but still accepted.She stepped forward and stroked Song Yin's soft long hair, but said nothing.

Song Yin left.

For some reason, the old woman looked at Song Yin's leaving back, and had the feeling that she would never come back again.Although she is dozens of years older than Song Yin, she has never been able to see through this little girl's mind.

It was just that I bought a box lunch for her.

It was still as hot as it is now...

The old woman carefully packed the card and left with her palm fan.

"Let's go." Song Yin walked to Lin Wen's side and put his hand on Lin Wen's waist lightly.

Lin Wen looked at Song Yin with some awkwardness: "Who is that grandma?"

Song Yin put down his hand, took out the black e-cigarette from his bag, and put it on his lips before lighting it, when Lin Wen snatched it over: "Smooth less!"

Song Yin looked at the empty fingertips: "It's not important, it's just an acquaintance."

Lin Wen put the e-cigarette in his pocket and didn't ask any more questions.

Song Yin was a little silent along the way, her eyes became gray, even if she looked at you seriously, you would feel extremely indifferent.

"Song Yin..." Lin Wen stopped, "Let's go back and stop eating."

"Yeah." Song Yin looked at Lin Wen for a long time, then nodded.

……

Lin Jiang limped downstairs, unable to drive, she found a substitute driver to transport herself home.

The moment the electronic door closed, she collapsed to the ground like a collapse.

The huge living room was full of women's suppressed and trembling panting. Lin Jiang was lying on the cold ground like this. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black marble floor made her paler and weaker.

Lin Jiang lay down for a while before supporting himself to stand up.

The first thing she did after standing up was to open the DVD.

Slow music flowed out from the speakers, gradually filling the entire room.

Then she turned on all the lights in the house, and then dragged her tired body to sit on the sofa.

So cold.

it hurts.

Lin Jiang huddled himself on the big sofa, tried to shrink into a ball, his long hair was stained with sweat and stuck to his cheek.

I don't know how much time passed before Lin Jiang straightened up, and the circles of his eyes became red.She picked up the half-turned documents on the coffee table, and continued to turn them indifferently.

There are many photos in the folder, each of which is "sexy" and "exciting" enough.

Lin Jiang's flipping hands became slower and slower, and gradually stopped.

With a "crack", the entire folder was thrown out by her, and the photos were scattered all over the floor.

"Smelly."

Lin Jiang closed his eyes, his whole face trembling slightly with anger.

She stood up, limped to the pile of photos, knelt down and picked one up.

The two women in the photo are embracing and kissing under the street lamp.

The long hair is tangled together, outlining a beautiful and sexy arc.

"Lin Wen..."

Lin Jiang squeezed the photo into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Lin Jiang's lips moved a few times, then he closed his eyes in pain

"That's what you did to me."

Chapter16

Lin Wen and Song Yin walked in tandem.

Lin Wen walked quickly, and the high noon sun made her sweat profusely.Lin Wen simply took off the hat to fan the wind. She took the moment to look back and found Song Yin silently following her a few steps away.

His snow-white face was a little red from the sun, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lin Wen was struggling to walk in flat shoes, not to mention Song Yin was wearing heeled shoes.

Lin Wen gradually stopped.

Song Yin also stopped.

Lin Wen turned around and walked in front of Song Yin. Song Yin looked at her calmly and said, "Have you calmed down?"

"Not yet..." Lin Wen quickly glanced at Song Yin and looked away.

Song Yin wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and the crystal liquid glistened on his fair skin: "Lin Wen..."

"Song Yin, are you unhappy? Why did you treat me so indifferently just now?" Lin Wen finally couldn't help it, and spoke out.

It's actually not a big deal...

But just angry...

Lin Wen bit his lower lip.

"Let's go eat first, okay? I... will explain to you slowly." Song Yin stomped his feet lightly and muttered softly, "My feet are numb from walking."

Lin Wen stepped forward to hold Song Yin's arm, and said with some distress: "Why do you keep following me... Anyway, I will calm down when I go back..."

Song Yin smiled at Lin Wen: "Because I'm afraid that if I don't follow you, you will never see me again."

Lin Wen called Didi and got in with Song Yin.

She turned on her phone and started searching for nearby restaurants, and selected a few for Song Yin to choose from.Song Yin glanced at the phone: "You decide, I can do it."

Lin Wen ordered the most expensive one without hesitation.

Nature is hard to change!

Pushing the door and entering the store, the wind chimes hanging on the door rang pleasantly, and the waiters in uniforms in the store turned around and bowed neatly: "Welcome!"

Appropriate air-conditioning, soothing music, and a faint fragrance of grass and flowers in the air.Finding a double room to sit down, Lin Wen took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. The heat and irritability just now seemed to come out of the body together with this breath, and his body and mind became extraordinarily comfortable.

Song Yin had quickly ordered the meal, and dismissed the waiter.

First served two cups of buckwheat tea, Lin Wen gulped down two big cups, looked up but found that Song Yin didn't drink it, just looked at her with a "doting" smile on his face.

"Aren't you thirsty?" Lin Wen wondered.

Song Yin nodded, then shook his head again.

"Huh?" Lin Wen was even more puzzled.

"I'm not used to this kind of tea, I always feel like I'm drinking pot water." Song Yin chuckled.

Lin Wen put down his teacup: "Okay, Song Yin, are you mocking me?"

Song Yin grabbed Lin Wen's flailing hand: "It's true, I really can't drink it."

The first course is already served.

The sashimi was placed on large chunks of crushed ice, and the white smoke slowly rising from below gave the illusion that it was boiling.

Song Yin's face was distorted behind this layer of white mist.

She took out the e-cigarette again, lighted it skillfully and held it to her lips.The white smoke from the fingertips mixed with the cold smoke and turned into a cloud in the hair.

"I worked in the Yellow Crane Tower Scenic Area for a period of time." Song Yin said slowly, his voice was low, his eyes were lowered, and his black hair covered most of his face.

If the things narrated by people are called stories, then Song Yin at this moment is like the story itself.

All it takes is a still silhouette, and you can see many answers from above.

want, don't want.

There are.

"At that time, there was no such electronic equipment. People had to stamp and check tickets manually, and they had to use work notes to record. It was tiring and inefficient."

"From eight in the morning to six in the afternoon, I'm often so busy that I don't have time to eat, and I don't make much money."

Song Yin spoke bluntly, and Lin Wen also listened quietly.

"It takes more than 40 minutes to take the bus from where I live to the scenic spot, and sometimes I may not be able to squeeze on the bus. The breakfast in the scenic spot is too expensive. I usually bring a red bean paste bun I bought the day before yesterday and a Bottled water to go to scenic spots to eat, often after getting off the car, the bean paste buns in the bag are also crushed, and the bean paste inside is packed full of plastic bags, which looks disgusting." Song Yin smiled nonchalantly.

Lin Wen couldn't laugh.

"It was another day after get off work. I packed up my things and was about to go home by car, but I fell down when I was going down the stairs. At this time, I remembered that I hadn't eaten for almost a day. It was the grandma I met at this time, and she bought it for me. A box of lunch and a cup of tea."

"This is it, buckwheat tea." Song Yin touched the smooth wall of the cup with his fingers.

"I'm so uncomfortable that I can't eat anything. The lunch box is really bad, and the food is a bit rotten. I just drink tea, and the tea is bad."

"That's how I met grandma."

Song Yin took a puff of the e-cigarette, and slowly exhaled white smoke from his mouth: "It's over."

Lin Wen reached out to hold Song Yin's hand, and shook it firmly: "Stop smoking."

"Okay." Song Yin obediently put down the cigarette.

"Why is this happening..." Lin Wen's voice was soft.

"Why...?" Song Yin looked forward as if his eyes were out of focus.

"When people have no money, there are not so many reasons." Song Yin turned to look at Lin Wen, "Fortunately, it's over."

……

Lin Jiang stood up and walked over, stepping on the photos all over the floor.

She took out a bottle of medicinal wine from the closet in the dining room, poured some into her hands and began to massage her ankle silently.

The slender fingers rubbed the ankle vigorously, making a wet and sticky sound.

Lin Jiang listened silently, his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, as if he had turned into a small point, and the surrounding things were quickly pulled away, blurred, and gradually turned into a leaping straight jump.

Moist touch, instant pain, bitter and slightly salty liquid.

Imprisoned, needed, hated, and attached.

That fuzzy face, full of water vapor like a tide, entangled her tightly, and the touch of skin to skin was so real, yet so trembling.

Immortal guilt, nausea.

Control and conquer, sink and indulge.

"Snapped--"

Lin Jiang accidentally knocked over the medicinal wine, and the transparent glass shattered all over the floor.She looked at the crystals all over the floor, and raised her head in panic.

She looked around and found that there was still a familiar silence, then she leaned back on the back of the seat slumped.

Anyway, come back to me.

No matter what.

Lin Jiang's hands trembled slightly, and she put her hands into the suit pants that had been ironed without a single wrinkle.There was a piece of wetness on the close-fitting and light fabric.

Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, and Lin Jiang wept silently.

Crying like a child being severely scolded, humble and cowardly.