black velvet

Yu Xiangrong returned the things Chu Yao left on the car last time.

"Your lipstick."

The slender and shiny hose rolled down from the man's big palm to Chu Yao's slender hands covered with silver manicure. Chu Yao smiled slightly, "Brother, this is called lipstick, not lipstick."

The word "lipstick" reminded Yu Xiangrong of the destructive ridicule just now, and he was speechless for a while.

On the contrary, Chu Yao, feeling the temperature of the object in his palm, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and opened his mouth to speak provocatively.

"Brother has been carrying it all the time?"

He held the remaining lady's cigarettes under his fingertips, unscrewed the lipstick, dipped some of the translucent lip gloss inside, and swept it on the center of his two lips with a lip brush.

boo.

Slightly pursing the upper and lower lips, the cold crimson lipstick on the mouth was softened by the crystal moist luster, only revealing a soft and soft feeling.

Yu Xiangrong's eyes couldn't help but fell on those two pouting lips.

He saw the 'girl' sticking out the tip of her tongue, brushing it casually over her lips, and said.

"It's been covered for a long time, but it's still hot."

Hiss——

The shredded tobacco was burned by the spreading sparks, bit by bit it drilled deeper, and smoked out a long length of soot.

Yu Xiangrong shook his hand, and the soot fell on the back of his hand.

"I haven't met you." After a while, Yu Xiangrong looked away and explained.

Chu Yao climbed up along the pole, "That's just right, add a WeChat account, brother. I won't be afraid that I won't be able to find it in the future."

Yu Xiangrong didn't answer, but said seriously, "Miss Chu, we don't know each other well."

"Why," Chu Yao raised an eyebrow, "Can't you call me 'brother'?"

He tilted his head with a cute and innocent expression: "I wanted to call you 'little brother', but..."

Again.

Yu Xiangrong felt that hot and straightforward gaze swept him from beginning to end again, especially when he paused a little longer in the middle.

"It's just that people think that my brother shouldn't be too young."

"Yu Xiangrong."

Yu Xiangrong hastily interrupted Chu Yao, and took the initiative to report his name.

In the dim alley, behind his invisible ears, a faint redness was rising on his neck.

"Yu, Xiang, Rong."

Chu Yao read the man's name word by word, and boasted in satisfaction, "It sounds good."

"It's a pity that my name is not 'Xinxin'." He said with some regret.

Seeing the stunned expression of the man who couldn't keep up with the rhythm, Chu Yao chuckled.

"Okay, just kidding. Can we exchange wechat numbers now?"

Yu Xiangrong was still dying.

"No need."

He thought that maybe after tonight, they would never meet again.

"But why do I feel that it is still necessary?"

Chu Yao shook the lip gloss in his hand, and deliberately smacked his lips with his tongue a few times, "I feel that this thing has been covered for too long, and it seems a bit unusable."

Yu Xiangrong was silent for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone.

The two said goodbye that day, and there was no contact for a week or two after that.

Yu Xiangrong is originally a boring and serious character who doesn't like to chat with others. In addition, he needs to be close to the boss most of the time, unable to use a mobile phone, and usually has no chance to chat with others.

As for Chu Yao, he was busy earning the last wave of bonuses before the Chinese New Year.

For luxury stores like theirs, there will always be a round of small performance explosions at the end of the year.People earn money throughout the year, but they are still willing to buy a bag or something to reward themselves, or equip it with a set of high-end goods, so as to exchange their hard work for happiness.

Of course, for rich people, it is not counted in numbers.Small gifts are often packed in dozens of shopping bags at your fingertips, which is convenient for sending to relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year.

This day, Chu Yao stood for another afternoon without drinking any water. After carefully packing the ten silk scarves bought by the previous customer, he had time to take a rest with his colleagues.

He took a sip of water and became addicted to cigarettes, so he took out his own cigarette from the dressing room and ran to the stairwell of the shopping mall to smoke.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, there are people coming and going in the shopping mall, and everyone is buying new year's goods.

The joyful music faintly penetrated through the air defense door into the dark corridor, but it didn't add much human warmth to the quiet and cold air.

Chu Yao lit a cigarette and took a few deep breaths.

The customer who bought the silk scarf just now didn't look much older than him, but he was already a person with free wealth, and he wrapped a lot of things with a wave of his hand.It is said that he intends to give it to his relatives who looked down on him when he returns to his hometown, so that they can see how well he is doing now.

Chu Yao took a puff of cigarette and thought, with his own abilities, he might not be able to achieve such a face-slapping thing in his life.

Gee.

That's how fucked up real life is.

The civil air defense facilities of this shopping mall are well repaired, and there are several evacuation passages extending in all directions.Chu Yao huddled in one of the aisles to rest.

These employees like to look here when they are lazy.

It's dark and there's no one else, so you can take a nap, play games, or chat with friends on the phone.

Seeing that there was still some time in the shift, Chu Yao simply took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Seeing the two words blinking on and off on the call interface, he had no expression on his face.

"Hey."

"Oh, it's nothing, just to ask how your health is."

"I'm not coming back this year. I'll send you some money, remember to pick it up."

"Marry? What kind of marriage?"

"I am like this, what are you doing to delay others? You have to tie the knot yourself, I will not harm others!"

...and so on.

Originally, I wanted to speak calmly, but after talking for a few words, what I said on the other end could make my anger angry.

Chu Yao didn't open it publicly, but the vicious abuse mixed with dialect on the phone was loud enough, echoing harshly in the corridor.

He listened halfway with a blank face, then hung up the phone.

"Whether I have money or not, I go home for the New Year. My relatives never find me annoying. I have been wandering around for another year, sweet and sour, bitter, hot and salty."

"I've been in all kinds of situations, and my heart has changed a little bit. I change my identity and role back and forth, and I don't feel like it..."

The generous and airtight door stalls made of cement can't stop the cheerful singing in the shopping mall outside.Chu Yao stared at the blackened screen in silence for a long time, until he finished smoking a whole cigarette, then he sneered slightly.

"Fuck it."

"I'm going to be like this for the rest of my life, I'll mess with whoever I invite!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Yao threw the cigarette butt in the corner and crushed it heavily with his heel.

He took a deep breath for a while, finally calmed down, and raised the corners of his mouth high again.

The grievance and unbearableness in her heart were all received under the mask of a smile on her face, Chu Yao opened the door and walked out, and she was that good teller who made everyone smile.

And after he left, at the other end of the aisle, another person had just finished smoking the cigarette in his hand.

Yu Xiangrong didn't expect that the world would be so small.

This shopping mall is very close to the boss's villa, so he always brings the boss and all kinds of people around him to spend.He had just sent the proprietress to the store for shopping, and he just planned to rest here, but he didn't expect to hear something he shouldn't have heard for no reason.

In fact he was here first.He just leaned in the corner to rest his mind, and watched the male salesperson in a vest and shirt come in, light a cigarette, and make a phone call.By the light of the sensor light when the door was opened and closed, Yu Xiangrong accidentally noticed that the young boy looked familiar.

Then a more familiar voice was heard.

Although not as soft and sweet as the previous two times, it is obvious that all the information is enough for Yu Xiangrong to judge who this boy is.

Yu Xiangrong suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard someone call in this corridor a long time ago.

At that time, the boy's voice was light and joyful, like a bluffing lark.

Not like today.

The feathers were all wet by the rain.

Like a poor soaked chicken.

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Brother Tu next door: Peek, peek, peek.

Ah Rong over here: Overhear, overhear, overhear.

Qiaoqiao & Yaoyao: I'm so anxious!