Kidney master

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, I slept until ten o'clock at night, when the lights came on.

Bringing that man back to sleep last night caused Song Chu to hardly sleep all night.

Since that incident ten years ago, she has had a shadow of sharing a bed with anyone, not even a mother or a child.If it weren't for the fear that those drug dealers would come to make a surprise inspection, she wouldn't have to do this trick.

Song Chu was woken up by the ringing of the phone. When he woke up, it was dark, and the city that never sleeps was lit up across the river.

She fished the phone from the bed: "Hello?"

It was the waitress in the bar: "Sister Chuchu, the boss asked me to ask you, are you still coming to sing tonight?"

"Come."

Song Chu answered simply, hung up the phone, propped himself up on his elbows, and felt a headache.

She went into the bathroom and took a cold shower. It is now November. Fortunately, the latitude of this place is low, so there is no distinction between winter and summer. The cold water slides along the hair and over the uneven body. The bathroom door is open, and the wind blows in. , chilly.

The head is awake.

After taking a shower, she didn't dry off the water droplets on her body, and she didn't put on any clothes. She stepped out naked and stood in front of the mirror.

All over the body, except for the jade bracelet on the wrist, there is no other decoration.

The woman in the mirror has no makeup, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, sharp eyebrows and eyes, unlike some little girls whose facial features are soft or domineering.

The facial features in the early Song Dynasty were very cold, too delicate, with an unpredictable high-level sense.

She looked at herself in the mirror expressionlessly, and after a pause of more than ten seconds, she slowly picked up a lipstick, which was red, exaggerated and enchanting.

Her lips are not thin, they are evenly applied and plump.

Then came eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, and eye shadow. Her skin was so good that she didn't use foundation. In just two or three minutes, she changed from the indifferent and alienated look to her most usual look.

Sexy, dazzling, just a blink of an eye can seduce a man's soul.

After putting on makeup, she opened the closet naked. Instead of wearing the dark green dress she wore during the day, she turned out a black vest with a low collar, a black overalls jacket, denim shorts and Martin boots underneath.

A pair of legs are straight, but not too slender and thin, you can faintly see the beautiful muscle lines on the calf.

It's so beautiful.

***

This is the Golden Triangle.

But also because of its proximity to China, many people in this small town can speak Chinese.

"Miss Chuchu, here we come."

"Hello, Miss Chuchu."

……

She walked through a straight bar street with a strong scent of sweet perfume. The bar she was in was the largest one here, but everyone in the surrounding small bars knew her and would say hello when they met.

For ordinary people, drug dealers are too dangerous, and if they are familiar with Song Chu, maybe they will encounter some dangers in the future, and there will be a chance for her to persuade her to make peace.

Chance to save your life.

Song Chu smiled all the way and greeted those people.

She was like a demon wearing a mask, but once she entered this bar street, she turned into a limp and kind appearance.

***

When Song Chu walked into the door of the bar, he saw the man from last night and this morning.

He squatted on the steps, with a cigarette between his fingers, the colorful lights of the bar shrouded his head, and the faint sound of the river hitting the stone surface could be heard in the distance.

I don't know how long he has been waiting here, and there is no sign of impatience on his face, but the few cigarette butts scattered on the ground, and the cigarette that is about to burn to the end, all tell Song Chu that he has been waiting for a long time. .

Song Chu didn't need to ask, he knew that this man was looking for her.

But she didn't intend to pay attention, her eyes glanced at the man casually, and she went straight up the steps without stopping.

The man didn't seem to be in a hurry, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, and only opened his mouth when Song Chu passed by his side.

"Miss Chuchu?"

Song Chu was overjoyed, and finally turned his head to look at him: "You should be older than me."

Ji Yi'an didn't look at her, but only took a step to the side, silently motioning for Song Chu to sit down next to her.

"The people who greeted you just now are obviously older than you." Ji Yi'an folded his arms on his knees, and put out the cigarette butt on the ground, "Why do they call you sister?"

"I'm 26, not too young." Song Chu squatted down next to him and didn't answer his question.

Ji Yi'an snorted and said, "26 years old, people here fear you and respect you, I really want to know who you are."

"I don't have a status, I earn money by singing, I play in the world, and my moodiness is scary."

"Come to this kind of place to play in the world?" Ji Yian tilted his head.

Song Chu smiled and sighed: "This is the most suitable place to play in the world. No one cares about killing and arson, how wanton it is."

These words were said casually and without regard for anyone, and Ji Yi'an couldn't help frowning, but he also knew that this person was deliberately provoking him.

He wanted to take the cigarette case out of his pocket again: "Do you know I'm a policeman?"

He knew that this woman had already seen his identity. The purpose of coming this time was to win her over and see if she could be developed into a police informant.

Song Chu said when he put the cigarette in his mouth: "I will clean up all the cigarette butts on the ground in a while."

Ji Yi'an paused, and glanced at the chaotic streets. Cigarette butts, bamboo skewers, squished cans, and beverage bottle caps could be seen everywhere.

It just happened that I couldn't get through with him.

After all, he didn't smoke any more, he stuffed it back into the cigarette case, and bent over to pick up the few cigarette butts he dropped just now.

Song Chu watched his movements, and finally replied: "I know."

"Tell the police about murder and arson? Pull you into the police station to listen to education, believe it or not?"

Song Chu was not afraid at all, and directly stretched out his wrist in front of the person, and said lightly: "Xin, let's handcuff it now."

The wrist under the frock coat is dazzlingly white. It doesn't look like the skin that has been exposed to the wind and sun here, but looks like a pampered young lady.

Ji Yi'an directly raised his hand and waved those white jade-like hands away: "What's your relationship with those two men yesterday?"

"Two points. First, I don't take drugs, I don't manufacture or sell drugs, believe it or not; second, you want to recruit me to work for you? Go and find out how bad my reputation is outside."

Her voice suddenly cooled down, and she spoke clearly.

As soon as the words were finished, a man dressed as a waiter ran out of the bar: "Sister Chuchu, it's your turn to sing soon, the boss is urging you."

"Understood." Song Chu responded, leaning closer to Ji Yi'an's ear, his voice lowered, "I saved you yesterday because I was in a good mood, don't push myself."

After she finished speaking, she got up and walked in.

Ji Yi'an pushed his hands behind his back, his smile remained slack, and he spoke frivolously, with a frivolous tone: "Ah, Second Miss Song, she told people that she had a crush on me during the day, why did she turn around and use threats now?"

Song Chu's footsteps paused, his brows and eyes were instantly stained with fierceness that was about to come, and he lowered his eyes.

Ji Yi'an raised his head and looked back with his expression unchanged.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the waiter at the side called out cautiously in a low voice: "Miss Chuchu? Do you want someone to replace you?"

"Need not."

Song Chu looked away and walked straight into the bar.

She twisted her waist and closed her eyes deeply.

When he opened it again, all the anger and sarcasm in Cai Cai's eyes were shattered, and the careless and extremely provocative charm was raised again.

***

"Sir, do you want more wine?" The waiter walked to Ji Yian's side and leaned over to ask.

"Let's have another drink." Ji Yi'an said, "Hey, by the way, what's the name of that girl on stage?"

Song Chu was standing on the stage, singing a song "Li Li Wan Xiang", and the strange lights shone from the top of her head, cutting her facial features and profile clearly.

Traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, there is always a hometown

The city is generously lit up at night

Like a boy who is not afraid of the age

What she wants is not much, just different from others.

She has a low voice and speaks clearly and clearly. She sits on a high chair with one leg bent, and handles every sound transition perfectly. The light falls on her, which seems to be out of tune with the noise around her.

There are many other emotions in the words, singing the rivers and lakes, frontier poems, and despair.

Ji Yi'an felt more and more mysterious about her.

"Ah, that's Miss Chuchu." The bartender's voice pulled Ji Yi'an back.

"I'm asking for the full name." Ji Yi'an said.

"Early Song." The bartender lowered his voice.

Miss Song Er, Sister Chu Chu, Song Chu, it's not difficult to guess.

Ji Yi'an nodded, and saw a waiter coming up from a corner of the stage, holding a red rose in his hand, and then pointed to the direction of the corner of the bar.

Song Chu took it, and smiled in that direction while singing.

"Can I send flowers?" Ji Yi'an asked again.

"Yes, 20 yuan a piece, 500 a bunch."

"I want a bunch, send it to me," Ji Yi'an paused, and chuckled, "Song Chu."

***

Song Chu held the bouquet of red roses in his arms, and looked in the direction pointed.

The laser spotlight is vertically down, her eyes break through the beams of light, her long hair hangs down on one side, the light makes one side of her face psychedelic, and the other side is hidden in the night.

Ji Yi'an looked at her, lightly lit the cigarette with his index finger, and exhaled a puff of smoke in her direction.

Silently provocative.

He wanted to see how Song Chu would react, whether to smile at the flower-giver according to the rules, or ignore him.

Song Chu's reaction was the same as hers, unexpected and unpredictable.

***

She smiled lightly at Ji Yi'an, the tails of her flying eyes curled up subtly, her smile was not perfunctory, but sincere.

Then, with a slight movement of her fingertips, she plucked the rose from the torus and threw it off the stage without hesitation.

Attracted the following admirers looting one after another.

A bouquet of 500, with a total of 25 flowers, was thrown 25 times at the beginning of Song Dynasty, until only the green flower stalks remained in that bunch of flowers.

That bunch of flowers was unceremoniously thrown into the trash can when she stepped off the stage.