Stubborn illness

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Is there a blind massage parlor near here?"

"Massage for the blind? Yes, there are several nearby."

"Is it far?"

"Five dollars, I'll take you there." The motorcycle driver lifted his buttocks, kicked his right foot, bang bang bang bang, a puff of black smoke came out from the rear of the car.

I'm in the center of the town. I knew that the blind massage here is very good. It should be nearby. However, seeing his enthusiasm, I feel a little embarrassed not to sit on it. "Let's go." I raised my legs and took a step, patting his shoulder with both hands.

The motorcycle turned left and right, and stopped in a not-so-spacious alleyway. In the alleyway, there were barbecue shops, spicy skewers, barbershops, and grocery stores. They opened their doors under the dim light, and some spoke with foreign accents. There are many men and women, in twos and threes, walking back and forth, sitting down to eat something, drink a little wine, and the small alleyway is also full of people.

"Reached?"

"Then, it's inside." The motorbike driver raised his finger and pointed.

"Oh, I see, thank you." Following the direction he pointed, I saw an open glass door, and the red writing on the door lintel, which said blind massage, was particularly conspicuous.

Open the door and enter, like an ordinary hair salon, the proprietress greeted warmly: "Come here?" She poured tea, as if she had known her for a long time.

"Thank you, is this a massage shop for the blind?" I stood by the coffee table and looked around, the sofa, the cash register, and a man sitting inside the cash register, staring intently at the computer screen.

"Yes, yes, you sit down for a while, the master is busy, and there are 15 minutes to go off."

"Oh, how many masters are there here?"

"Our shop is small, we can afford a few, just one, the master's craftsmanship is very good, please wait for a while."

"Okay, it's fine."

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The master is a northerner who is nearly 1.7 years old. He is about [-] meters five and weighs about [-] kilograms. He has black leather shoes, black trousers, a patterned checked shirt, a big face, a thick beard, a broad forehead, and a sparse crown. A pair of extremely exaggerated black sunglasses rests on the tall bridge of the nose.

"Well, here you go, do you have one or two clocks?"

"How much is one clock? How much is two clocks?" We negotiated the time and price, the woman led the way, the master followed, and I followed at the end.

The woman opened a single-leaf wooden door, and there was a white single bed inside. There was a circular hole in front of the bed, which was specially designed for massage. The master came in, and I followed in. The woman turned around and closed the door gently. It is as dark as a deep well.

"Sit down, sit up." The master's voice came from a dark corner, bringing a faint white light, which was emitted by the lowest wattage energy-saving lamps. The master just pressed the button.

"Come on, boss, you lie down, yes, just like this, lie on your back." The master sat beside me, pinching my fingers, from nails to joints, kneading one by one, palm, back of hand, wrist Joints, all the way up, there are degrees of severity.

I close my eyes, relax, and take a nap.

Half asleep and half awake, I feel that the master is pacing from one side of the bed to the other, from one hand to the other, to the shoulders, between the eyebrows, the forehead, the temples,... The technique is really good, I am about to fall asleep, but Woke up by his words.

"The boss is really handsome, with a dignified appearance and an extraordinary bearing. He is a person with a bright future."

I really wanted to raise my hand to take off his exaggerated Mo Chao, but I just laughed out loud. "Master really knows how to make fun of people."

"No, no, it's true, you believe me, I can not only massage, but also a little face, you are indeed different,..." I could only hear him whispering in a mysterious way.

Although I don't believe it, like an ugly girl being praised for being beautiful, it is still beneficial, and even has other effects. I raised my hands, reversed, stroked the back of his hand, grabbed his wrist, his waist, buttocks, Stop at the knee joint and pinch it a few times.

"Where is the boss from?"

"Cantonese." We started chatting.

He told me some of his experiences, told me that he had taken in many apprentices, he could compose poems, and read a few to me on the spot, love poems, which were written to one of his female disciples many years ago, and there were plums and bamboos in the poems , there are rocking chairs, and cattail fans...

I don't understand, but I still have to be a qualified listener. Listening to him can't help being self-indulgent and cadenced.

"The master is so talented and stalwart, he should have countless admirers, right?" I stretched out my hand to pinch his knee, and touched it upwards.

"Old, old, no one likes it." The master shook his head, like reciting a poem.

"I like it, hehe."

"Then this life is destined, three lives are lucky!"

"If you really like it, won't it scare you?" I raised my hand again, pressed his belt buckle, slid down my index finger, found the zipper, and pulled it up gently with my thumb, through a layer of cotton fabric, ... He shook slightly. "Haha, haha, master won't mind?"

"Old, old, useless." After a delay of two seconds, his tone remained the same, and he turned to massage seriously. I no longer wanted to enjoy it quietly, and a restlessness arose in my heart, moving according to my will. "How many clients do you massage every day? Most of them are men, right?"

"Sometimes more, sometimes less, I can't tell. Of course, most of them are men, and there are also women, very few."

"Is there anyone like me?"

"what?"

"You have come into contact with so many people. Is there anyone like me?" I directly put my hand in through the open door curtain, rubbed a few times on the two hanging lychees, and rubbed on the drooping crown of my head. A few taps on the water.

"No, no, oh, yes, there is one..." He stammered and spoke vaguely.

"You don't mind?" I took his wrist and lifted his big palm down to cover my little tent.

"I don't mind, I don't mind, we are destined, we are destined, little brother." He settled down, and the massage turned into stroking.

"Is it here? Outside the door? There are glass windows on the door frame." It was my turn to have some worries.

"It's okay, they won't come in, the lights are dim and invisible."

"Oh, that……."

I took a deep breath and exhaled, closed my eyes slightly, left my left hand in front of my door, and guided him at the right time, and put my right hand between his crotch, walking back and forth, excited, frightened, and worried, like the faint white light, Indulging the monsters in the small house.

"Come on, bow your head, bow your head, bow your head..." The bumping and pain of teeth made me feel his clumsiness.But it is also painful and happy, "Thank you, thank you, master."

"This is an additional charge, 150 yuan, little brother, we are destined, you can give 100 yuan, just give it here." He stood up straight, zipped up, and pushed the exaggerated nose on the bridge of his nose. Mo Chao.

I handed him 100 yuan and tidied up his clothes. He was gone, walked out of the dark hut, and walked into the bathroom. On the right side of the alley, in a small hall, there was an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table. There were meals on the table, and the master was enjoying it. As I was eating, I said goodbye to him. He waved his hands vigorously, and then waved his chopsticks: "Come again when you are free, come again when you are free."

Never been there again, he should know, I don't really go for massages.