Through the small glass window, Junfeng saw the lights on the opposite house and knew that Yang Erliang was going to the morning market again. Junfeng got up in a daze and then lay down again. She didn't know how she was so lazy today, her head was dizzy, and she just wanted to continue to sleep. Men's initiative is urgent and short-lived, while women's passive is slow and long-lasting. Just because of Yang Erliang's words, Junfeng did not sleep all night.
I can't sleep when I think about it, and I can't get up when I think about it. His body was soft and collapsed, without a trace of strength, but his chest was like a burning charcoal fire, and the feeling of dryness and heat made Junfeng thirsty. Junfeng, who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes and did not want to move, but his brain was like a flying willow silk, fluctuating from east to west. A moment he dreamed of his own child, crying and shouting for his mother, Junfeng's eyes were hot, and his nostrils were sour; a moment he dreamed of his own man, full of desire in his eyes looking directly at her, as if he wanted to swallow her in one bite; the next moment he dreamed of Yang Erliang, this nasty guy waving a bill in his hand, and slowly walked towards her with a bad smile.
What's wrong with me, is it sick? Junfeng thought in his heart, how could his heart be so panicked, and he was still beating so fast, just like that active rabbit, without stopping for a moment. Junfeng suddenly remembered that she had been talking to Mrs. Li two days ago, saying that she had been lazy lately and was always in a daze. Old Lady Li did not lose that she was a person who came over, she just fixed her eyes on Junfeng, and then whispered to her: You, there is no illness at all. In my opinion, you are a man of the mind.
"Lady Li, look at what you said." Junfeng eased up, peeked around, and his face instantly turned blush.
"Oh yo, you are not a yellow flower girl, the children are running all over the ground, which door is shy." Hey hey..." Old Lady Li was in a good mood, and there were more words.
"I didn't, I didn't think..."
"If you don't guess that you are sick, I won't tell you so bluntly." It's not easy to see you alone, there is no one around to say intimate words, I am afraid that you will think wildly at night, don't really hold out any illness. Mrs. Li seemed to recall her loneliness and loneliness, and said with deep feeling: "In the courtyard, we sleep alone at night, what do you think in your heart, I don't know." Alas, this is nothing, it is a strong age, quite normal. ”
Seeing that Junfeng did not speak, Mrs. Li continued to whisper, asking me to say that you take leave, go home to see the children, and rest for a few days will be fine. You see Xiao Ju, the grandfathers are around, and the people have gone back to their mother's house. You, slow-witted, with a thin face, can't open your mouth when you have words in your heart, and you always imprison yourself. After a while, I said to Daxia, even the landlords and old riches in the past had never seen such a cruel heart. Every day before dawn, I began to dry, and I was busy and couldn't get to the ground until ten o'clock in the evening. What to do, let no one live. Don't say that you didn't sell it to her, even if you are a maid she bought, you can't make people so appealing.
Junfeng's tears slipped down unconsciously, thinking about her relatives, she had never cared so much about her. After all, Mrs. Li was old, nagging, and Junfeng listened to that ear and didn't go to her heart at all. But Yang Erliang also said this, which made Junfeng inexplicably sad, finally there was a man who understood her pain, and felt more or less better in her heart.
At two o'clock in the morning, Yang Erliang habitually woke up, and he got up to go to the wholesale market, except for being sick, he did so almost every day. Buying and selling, buying and selling at a low price and selling at a high price, this is the life of a fishmonger. If there are no fish in the fish stall, what kind of business will be done?
The street is quiet in the early hours of the morning, and even the nightclubs are closed. As it is not a major arterial road, there are no public toilets on the slope street, and the corners are full of defecation behind the car. Those old street lamps glowed dimly in the dark night. Cracked pavements are more dirty and messy than during the day, with waste paper, plastic bags, beverage bottles, and everywhere. The stained sloping street on the ground is like stepping on the black paint, and there is a noise under the feet. The people who live here, everyone is frowning, they all want to get out of this sloping street that can't go out at all.