Night.85 (3500+) (1 point per 48 hours)
The calendar turned the pages with a rustling sound, and the progress bar for 2020, which was labeled as "terrible", was only a quarter left.
Chen Shanye and the landlord settled the rental deposit, and the things in the rental house had been packed up and moved out two days ago. He had very few things, and there was still some space left in the two red, white and blue woven bags.
He stood in the corridor and took a last look at the closed wooden door opposite.
Goodbye, Chen Shanye said in his heart.
The incandescent lights in the corridor were still pale. He kicked his neighbors' shoes back to their respective doors. There was no light in the stairwell. He clicked his tongue, but the sensor light still didn't light up.
Chen Shanye walked slowly among the colorful neon lights. Having lived there for so many years, he felt a little emotional when leaving, especially this year due to the epidemic. The roller shutters of many shops are still closed, and there are several big red papers posted on the metal doors, saying "Prosperous shop for sublease."
He first went to Wang Hu's fast food restaurant and some familiar shops to say goodbye, and finally came to the door of the hair salon.
He pushed open the glass door of the gallery and saw the girl slumped on the sofa. He knocked on the door and said, "Luo Rui, come out for a moment."
After saying that, he stepped back out the door as usual.
Luo Rui turned off her phone, but did not stand up. Her butt seemed to be stuck to the sofa and she couldn't move.
Wu Xiangzhen beside her nudged her with his elbow: "Go ahead, they're looking for you. Didn't you always expect Chen Shanye to come and see you?"
Luo Rui smiled bitterly.
The person she wants to see now will never be seen again.
Finally, he got up and walked out the door, walked to Chen Shanye's side, and whispered softly: "Brother Shanye..."
Chen Shanye didn't beat around the bush and handed her the bank card in his hand.
The small blue card looked psychedelic under the pink neon light. Luo Rui blinked, puzzled. "What's this for?"
"Zhong Mang's bank card."
"...What are you doing for me?" Luo Rui's voice began to tremble.
"He couldn't let go of you when he was alive. Although this amount of money isn't much, it's still tens of thousands of yuan. The password is his birthday. Do you know his birthday?"
"...I, I know..." Mist quickly filled her eyes, and the blue and red lights of the colorful rotating lights at the entrance of the hair salon blended into beautiful colors in her eyes.
Seeing that she was standing still, Chen Shanye lifted her hand and put the card into her palm: "Well, then take this money and learn something else, don't do this job anymore."
"I don't know anything and I haven't been to school for many years..." Luo Rui hurriedly returned the card to Chen Shanye.
Chen Shanye blocked it: "Then learn it. Is there anything you particularly like?"
"I..." Luo Rui lowered her head and looked at her toenails which had not been repainted for a long time.
Before, Zhong Mang always said that her feet looked good with red nail polish, so she would specially touch up the nail polish before seeing him every time.
The edge of the bank card scratched her palm, causing it to hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes, falling drop by drop onto the ground and onto her faded toenails. "I like to do my nails..."
Chen Shanye nodded: "Well, then go and sign up for a class, you can learn it."
Luo Rui sobbed uncontrollably. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, but they kept pouring out. There was a hole in her heart that she couldn't mend. "But why, why is he so nice to me? I'm just a chicken!"
"But Zhong Mang has never treated you as such."
Chen Shanye relayed Zhong Mang's words to Luo Rui before he left, and then said, "Just keep the bank card. If you have any more difficulties, call me again. The future path depends on you. You are so young, don't give up on yourself so easily."
The girl tightly grasped the bank card, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed: "...I'm sorry, Brother Shanye, I went to the funeral home that day, but I, I didn't go in..."
Luo Rui stood at the door of the funeral home that day and had asked the staff about the location of Zhong Mang's farewell hall, but ultimately did not go in.
What is her identity? Would it sound good if a hair salon girl went to see off a prostitute?
Most importantly, she was afraid of seeing Zhong Mang sleeping forever, which would make her feel extremely painful.
"Okay, I understand, and Zhong Mang will know it too." Chen Shanye curled his lips and smiled.
*
"You just gave her the bank card like that?"
The milky white rice paste was stirred in circles by a slender wooden spoon in the hot pot until it solidified and became thick. Ruan Mei scooped up a spoonful of rice paste. The soft and glutinous white paste took shape and stuck to the wooden spoon, swaying like jelly.
Chen Shanye stood behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder. He stretched out his long arm to turn off the fire, took her hand holding the wooden spoon, and led her to stir a vortex in the white rice paste: "Hmm. Stir it again."
"How much money is left in your bank card?" The kitchen was too hot, and the man was lying on her like a big dog. Ruan Mei was already sweating profusely. She shrugged and muttered "hot".
"He used to spend money without restraint. I checked the other day and saw he had about 70,000 or 80,000 left. I guess most of it was from that job he did later."
Chen Shanye refused to leave her. He placed his left hand on her waist and pressed Ruan Mei against him, keeping them tightly together. "I finally asked Luo Rui if she minded the origin of the money..."
He thought back to Luo Rui's last reply an hour ago.
The girl's face was covered with tears: "Brother, you know how much money I earn, why would you mind? I will cherish this money. Thank you and Zhong Mang..."
"Well, this can be considered as the end of one of Zhong Mang's worries."
Sweat dripped down her forehead. Ruan Mei felt like she was wrapped in a piece of hot iron. Chen Shanye was scorching her everywhere. She stamped her feet in anger: "It's too hot, Chen Shanye! Stop it..."
There was a semi-hard object rubbing randomly along the crack of the buttocks.
"Can we go into the room? It has air conditioning." Chen Shanye suggested.
The tip of his tongue licked the slightly salty sweat on the side of her neck. He held her hand and continued to stir it in the white paste. His lips had already covered her earlobe and nibbled it inch by inch.
Although he had never fucked her in the kitchen, it was so hot here that she would pass out from the heat.
Ruan Mei twisted her waist, firmly resisting the temptation: "No! Finish the cold shrimp first!"
Chen Shanye bit her neck, let her go, walked to the refrigerator and took out the ice water that had been prepared.
The paste-like rice slurry was poured into a large colander, and another large spoon was used to squeeze the rice slurry. The rice slurry passed through the small round holes of the spoon and jumped into the ice water like white tadpoles.
The formed rice paste drops to the bottom of the icy water, and becomes little white shrimps sleeping at the bottom of the crystal clear lake.
"Let's refrigerate it first and eat it later." Chen Shanye put the big bowl into the refrigerator, turned around and pulled Ruan Mei, who was about to clean up the kitchen, towards the room.
Ruan Mei was pulled by him to walk quickly, feeling a little amused and helpless: "Chen Shanye, have you been in heat recently? Why do you want to do it every day?"
Chen Shanye didn't answer her. After entering the room, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately and lingeringly. He pulled one of her legs up and wrapped it around her waist. His fingers skillfully slipped under her skirt and parted her panties. He hooked his fingertips, which were already covered in slippery mucus.
"So wet, are you in heat lately? Like a cat."
He laughed softly, scratching his fingers back and forth on the crevices of the flowers, like a bee quietly sneaking into a bud oozing with honey, its stinger lightly scraping across the pearls wrapped in petals.
It was Ruan Mei's turn not to answer him. She climbed onto his neck, pressed the back of his head, gave him a kiss, and pressed her lower body against the man.
During the time they returned to Guangzhou, they were like two mad beasts, constantly exploring each other and leaving their marks. As long as their eyes met, they would engage in a passionate and lingering affair.
On the day when the fight was the most intense, the two of them did not wear any clothes and walked around the house naked. Only when they were cooking, Ruan Mei was afraid that the oil would splash on Chen Shanye, so she kindly allowed him to wear an apron.
The dryer rumbled non-stop, and the bedding was changed when it was wet, and changed again when it was wet. The dried sheets still had ambiguous wrinkles, and the window was open for a long time but the fishy and sweet smell in the room could not be dispelled.
They squandered the remaining summer, connecting each other's bodies and souls with sweat and kisses. When Chen Shanye was about to release, he called his sweetheart's name over and over again and gave her everything he had.
Eat it, I’ll feed it all to you.
Ruan Mei bit his shoulder hard, leaving a red and hot mark. The tears streaming down her cheeks dripped onto the wound, like a rain on Mars.
She really wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh and ruthlessly cut off the throbbing heat in her body.
He couldn't go anywhere and had to stay with her.
After the passionate lovemaking, Chen Shanye opened the window. The night wind lifted a corner of the curtain, and the candlelight in the emerald glass dish danced like silk.
He sat down at the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. Ruan Mei lay on the bed like a ball of cotton, with red marks all over her back, waist, and buttocks. She raised her hand weakly: "I want one too."
"You should smoke less."
"You've been smoking a lot recently. If you stop smoking, I'll follow you." Ruan Mei blinked.
Chen Shanye still took one and stuffed it between her fingers. Ruan Mei opened her arms to Chen Shanye and said, "Pick me up. I have no strength left."
Chen Shanye pulled the girl to him and patted her white buttocks: "You are so delicate."
Ruan Mei put the cigarette in her mouth, raised her chin, and hummed softly.
Chen Shanye understood what she meant and lowered his head to let the two cigarettes kiss. Sparks grew between them like some kind of chemical reaction.
Both of them fell silent, as if waiting for someone to unzip their pocket first.
The candlelight crackled, and Chen Shanye spoke first: "I'm going home next week. The court has notified me of the time."
Ruan Mei slowly exhaled white smoke: "Oh, when will you be back?"
Chen Shanye didn't answer. Sparks from the cigarette butt were flickering in his eyes, but the flames didn't generate any warmth. His black eyes were like the cold, damp lake water in the mountain pit.
Ruan Mei moved the cigarette away, bit her trembling lower lip, suppressed the bitterness rising in her chest, and asked, "...then how long should I wait?"
Nicotine became a sharp blade, cutting bloody marks in his throat and heart. He didn't control the strength of his hands holding her, leaving a faint red mark on her soft body.
"When did you know?" Chen Shanye's voice was hoarse.
"Know what?" Ruan Mei also asked.
"You know I won't be coming back to Guangzhou for the time being."
"...I heard the conversation between you and your father in grandma's yard that day."
Ruan Mei raised her hand to rub her itchy nose. "I respect your decision and I know what you're struggling with. In that case, let me be the bad guy for once..."
Ruan Mei supported herself from him and knelt down, the still warm cigarette ash falling on Chen Shanye's tense abdomen, but he did not move, and only his slowly reddening chest could reveal his emotions.
"Chen Shanye, I won't go with you this time."
Mist filled her eyes, and in her gradually blurred vision, Ruan Mei saw the sparks on Chen Shanye's lips burning like mad, like a fuse next to gunpowder, crackling, and about to detonate the bomb in the next second.
At this moment, I recalled what Chen Shanye said a few months ago, "Follow me."
She tried hard not to blink and to suppress the trembling in her voice: "I can't leave here for a while. You know, I can't let go of the store and the customers."
Chen Shanye's throat was blocked by the thick smoke. He wanted to answer her. Of course he knew.
It was because he knew how much effort Ruan Mei had put into this store that he had never been able to ask her to pack up her things and go with him like he did last time.
"I will eat here obediently, work hard, and make money. I can have a long-distance relationship with you, and I can wait for you..."
Ruan Mei's nose suddenly felt sore, and her tears could not escape the fate of falling. They slid from her chin to her undulating breasts, and from her bright red and erect nipples to the man's trembling abdominal muscles.
"But I just want to ask you one thing. I'll wait for you. Will you come back?"
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