Stubborn illness

"Passenger friends, please pay attention, passengers and friends, the 11:30 shuttle bus bound for Quang Ninh has already started ticket checking. Please bring your luggage and items to line up at ticket gate No. [-] to get on the bus. "

From time to time in the waiting hall of Guangzhou Jiaokou Bus Passenger Station, there was a similar sound of reminders. I sat alone on a silver seat in the center of the hall, holding a mobile phone, watching the orderly flow of people at the entrance of the gate, and then watching the long queue at the ticket gate. Move quickly.

I haven't made up my mind about where I should go. In one thought, if I get on the car bound for Dali, I will go straight back to the factory; if I get on the car bound for Foshan, then I...  

"Zhongshan Park, there are many middle-aged and elderly people in Zhongshan Park, there must be something you like." This morning, this voice, I don't know how long it has been buried, but at this moment, it kept echoing in my mind, disturbing me established direction.

"Excuse me, does this bus go to Foshan Zhongshan Park?"

"Transfer at the train station."

"Thank you." I chose a window seat and sat down.

Life is like a journey, encounters are nothing but fleeting, ingested, unreached, scenery, achievements, but yesterday, today, tomorrow, all kinds of memories.

A few years in [-], [-] years, between fingers, five or six years, six or seven years.

This time, my dear class leader got married late, held a banquet in Guangzhou, and invited all the classmates. After many years, it was regarded as a classmate reunion, and it was time to go.

We ate at XXXX Hotel, sang in Room XXXXK, and stayed at XXXX Hotel. We were full of food and drink. They played cards in the chess and card room of the hotel, opened two tables, and there were a few onlookers, including me.

On this day, Gao Lao was also there, and Xiao Wei was also there. I always feel that the more people there are, the lonelier it is. Maybe it comes from the external words and vision, or maybe it comes from my own thoughts and mood.

"Brothers, the greeting is not good, don't be offended, eat, drink, and have fun!" The blushing groom officer came over to greet each of them one by one, patted his shoulders, and spoke Mandarin with a Chaoshan accent.

"Hey, you, you, and you, why don't you play cards? It's okay to buy horses from them."

"Don't buy, don't buy, just watch for a while."

"Why don't you call for a massage, it's mine, or you can find a little girl, it's all mine, brothers, all the expenses here are mine, just say hello to the front desk."

"Hehe, it's almost time to rest."

"How can it be so early, playing all night, I will greet other guests, and come over to play all night with my brothers later."

We watched the groom raise his arms, raised his decibels, walked crookedly, staggered, and looked drunk, "Go and greet other guests first, and do your own thing. At the moment of spring night, it's time for the bridal chamber, don't worry about us, go Let's go." Everyone cheered and watched the squad leader go downstairs with the support of his own brother.

Mahjong slapped the table vigorously, ridiculed, laughed, and exclaimed, so lively!

I didn’t do anything, but I was tired, tired, and sleepy. I must have smoked too much. I looked back and forth between the two tables for a few times, went to the front desk to get the key, found the corresponding room, and went to bed first. Oh, I forgot what time it was, and I don't know what time it was when they left the show, or what time it was when they came up to rest.

After sleeping until the early morning of the next day, several people had breakfast together, gathered and dispersed, on the left or right side of the broad road.

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The driver twisted the key, the wheels rolled slowly, the body swayed slightly, reversed, turned, and moved forward. I looked out the window, the spring sun was warm, the vehicles and pedestrians were bustling, and the green belt was built in the middle of the road, and the flowers and plants were fragrant.

During the journey of more than an hour, "Foshan Railway Station, Foshan Railway Station." There was no automatic station announcement, only the driver shouted, and after a few seconds, he braked and the car stopped on the side of the upward slope. The car didn't enter the station, but just passed by. I called a motorcycle and headed straight for Zhongshan Park.

It was the lunch break at noon, and the park was sparsely populated with few people. Where are comrades?What about comrades?

I entered from the main entrance, went down the steps, on the right, walked straight, went up the steps, there was a small gazebo next to it, and there were two people sitting there, I turned sideways, like a thief, and entered the toilet, the toilet was empty, pale yellow squatting The door of the toilet is ajar, and the rectangular urinal has a long stream of water. I urinate, shake it a few times, wash my hands, and walk away quickly. After all, I have a guilty conscience.

The public toilet outside the park gate is facing a bus stop. Under the stop sign, there is a person standing at least fifty years away. He is tall, thin, and long, with meticulously combed hair and neatly dressed clothes. Standing there, Facing the main entrance of the park, it seems to be waiting for a bus or a friend, with wandering eyes.

I took a small step forward, pointing to the toilet, and when I went in, there was no one there. Various small advertisements were written all over the porcelain white toilet pocket: guns, drugs, gay DVDs, and gay friends, keep them. Talking on the phone? Behind the back of the iron door, there are all kinds of things.Chaos, confusion, filth, filth, the feeling at this moment is the same as the feeling in the public toilet of Huicheng bus station in [-].

I stepped back again, and met a tall, thin, slender person at the door, passing by, he went in, I went out, glanced at each other, and quickly separated, heart pounding.I stood under the stop sign and wanted to leave, but saw that there was no suitable bus here, "Hey, where is that person?" Just as I was thinking about it, when I saw him come out, I whispered, "Hello, Uncle, may I go back to Dali?" Is there a direct bus around here?"

"Are you going to Dali? Not here, but in front." The old man raised his right hand, pointed, and gestured to me in detail.

"Oh, thank you." I didn't immediately move forward in the direction he pointed, but stood still, "Oh, it's so annoying!" I raised my hand and scratched my head, looked left and right, and sighed.

"Let's go, let's play." He tentatively, also in a very low voice.

"Where are you going to play?" I was alert, and in an instant, there was a feeling of hesitation, about to advance and retreat, eager to try, like a surging tide, slapping and hitting, but I tried my best to I hid it, and thought, could it be that this is the legendary Comrade Park?

"Come with me." He was in front, and I was behind, a little trembling, but extremely curious.

He led me to the public toilet on the right-hand side of the gate, which was the toilet I had visited just now, pushed open the innermost wooden door, stepped in, and beckoned me to go in too.

Resisting, resisting and resisting, in the end, I still lost to myself.

Inside the locked wooden door, we stood opposite each other for a few seconds, stroking each other, and for a few minutes, I don’t remember the verbal exchanges during this period, and I don’t remember all the details, but I do remember that the wooden door was pushed a few times Shoving, it's people from outside, people who are curious, people who are like-minded, it scared me half to death.

But I still remember that when he pulled down my trouser chain and took it out completely, at that moment, a stench like rotten tofu slag hit my face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't take a shower last night." I kept apologizing.But he didn't say anything, took it easy, and gently turned it over, revealing a layer of cotton white, then took out a piece of tissue from his trouser pocket, and carefully wiped it for me, it was itchy, that It's refreshing....

Then, he squatted down, touched the top of its head with the wings of his nose, smelled it, and swept its ditch with the tip of his tongue, provocatively, I hugged his cheeks, stroked his earlobe, and hugged him hair, lightly pressed,...

Raise your neck, close your eyes slightly, take a deep breath and exhale, ah!!!.

Is it real, but it seems like a dream, here, in this dirty public toilet with people coming and going, we, two grown men who don't know each other, are stalemate?Interweave?No, it was just a discharge, one partner made a physical discharge for the other, that's all.

I tidied up my clothes indiscriminately, opened the door and came out, and there were two or three people standing outside the door. I don’t remember the description, but I will never forget that look, that look, that hungry look.

Pushing them away, throwing him down, striding out, running out of the park in one breath, sitting down on the stone steps on the left outside the park gate, holding his head, his body bones trembling unknowingly.

"Where are you from? Where do you work? What's your last name? Leave a phone number, please? Leave a phone number, please?" The tall, slender man squatted beside me at some point, clapping his right hand My shoulder, softly, carefully asked.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." I shook my head like a rattle.