Although it had just rained, the nights in the town were still extremely stuffy. Shang Rong was lying on the bed and sweating profusely, tossing and turning, thinking about Zheng Gang's affairs, and then thinking about Xiaoya's affairs, and there was almost no free time in his mind. No wonder people said that the most beautiful sleeping person in the world was a beggar. But as of this, I didn't see anyone being a beggar for a good sleep. I would rather have money to suffer from insomnia than sleep like a pig.
Listening to the snoring from next door, Shang Rong found it funny. It seemed that the two people were almost like pigs.
I couldn't sleep, so Shang Rong had to get up and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, he remembered the arrival of Aishan's wife who was passing by in a hurry during the day, so he walked to the window and looked outside.
Shang Rong was surprised to find that although it was already past eleven o'clock, there was still light in the glass door of the barber shop. From a gap in the curtain that had been pulled up, a woman could be vaguely seen as if she was watching TV, but she couldn't tell whether she loved flowers or her wife.
Anyway, I can't sleep, so I might as well go to the barber shop to talk to the two women.
This thought flashed through his mind, and Shang Rong began to find reasons for his behavior.
I am about to leave this place. I can't just come here for a while. Although the pangolin and the map have already understood a general idea during the day, Shang Rong now feels that it is not detailed enough. As for which aspects are not detailed enough, he can't explain it clearly. Anyway, he really wants to talk to his wife who loves the mountain now. Otherwise, the shadow holding a small flower umbrella will always sway in front of him during the day.
This woman, who is a pity, doesn't know that her man has died thousands of miles away, even if she wants to comfort the woman.
Shang Rong lay quietly at the door of the bedroom of the Pangolin and Map as a thief and listened quietly for a while. He found that both of them were sleeping very hard, and felt relieved. If they were allowed to know their whereabouts, especially the map, they would be difficult to explain tomorrow, because Aishan’s wife is nominally owned by the map. Isn’t her behavior poaching people?
The nights in the town were extremely quiet, with almost no pedestrians on the street, and the night after the rain was much cooler than in the house. Shang Rong tried to knock on the glass door twice as gently as possible. He was worried that he was moving too much and the woman inside might not open the door.
In a short while, the curtain on the glass door was lifted up. Because the inside was bright and the outside was dark, the woman put one hand on the glass and looked out.
Through the glass, Shang Rong saw clearly what Aishan’s wife looked like. The woman seemed to have just taken a shower, with her hair loose and she was wearing only a small jacket. Because the glass was not too clean, Shang Rong felt that the woman’s face was a little blurry, but the outline looked perfect, and it had the meaning of watching flowers in the fog.
The people inside could only see a black shadow standing outside, and could not tell whether it was a familiar person who often came, so they asked: Which one?
Shang Rong tried to say softly: Boss, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I have something urgent tomorrow, and now I want to clean up my hair.
It's too late, come tomorrow.
The woman seemed to be very vigilant and refused to serve a strange man in the middle of the night.
This situation was expected by Shang Rong, but he held the key to opening the door, but he didn't want to take it out easily unless he had no choice.
Boss, you can do it. I can give you more money. How about one hundred yuan?
It would be fine if the money was not mentioned, but when the woman heard the man say something about a hundred yuan, she immediately had a subtle association, as if she was insulted, and then she pulled the curtain on the ground.
Go away quickly or I will call the police.
Damn it seems that you don’t need to use the killer weapon and can’t open this door today. Let’s talk about it first.You are Aishan’s wife, I have something important to tell you.
After saying this, Shang Rong suddenly felt that he was too impulsive, but he had already said that he could never take it back.By counting the ball, he simply lost Zheng Gang's retreat and made him never come to this place again in his life.
Sure enough, as soon as Shang Rong finished speaking, the curtain opened again.Who are you, why don’t I know you?
I am Aishan’s friend. If you open the door, I have important things to tell you.
Shang Rong tried his best to open the door, even if he said that he was Aishan’s grandson.
The woman hesitated for a while, maybe she had been thinking about the man in her heart. There was no news about him for a long time. Now that a person who claims to be a man’s friend comes, he naturally doesn’t want to miss this good opportunity to inquire about the news easily, and he seems a little impatient. He can no longer care about the fact that it is late at night and resolutely opened the glass door.
The lights and flowing water in the room leaked out from the inside, illuminating the face of the man outside. Xiufen squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully, not knowing him, and he didn't seem to be from the county.
Who are you and where is Love Mountain?
Shang Rong now saw the woman's face clearly from a close distance. This face was plain at this time, without any artificial traces. The most eye-catching thing was the pair of charming phoenix eyes and a small and straight nose. Of course, the small and plump mouth was also the type that Shang Rong liked, a bit similar to Qiao Fei's.
It's really unfair to be a god!
Such a woman has no chance to waste her youth in this small place, and her beautiful body can only be used for her vulgar husbands to destroy her day by day. Her natural beauty is just a way for those mountain village men to fantasize every night.
Now that his man is dead, who is the next man who has the right to ravage this little beauty?
Xiufen saw that the man was neat, but his tiny eyes floated around like a lantern on his face, and the expression on his face was extremely greedy.
Although Xiufen saw many obscene gazes in the barber shop, she looked around like the pervert in front of her, as if she was not a living creature, and had never seen her. She was angry for a moment and her face turned red. If she hadn't been anxious to inquire about her husband's news, she would have turned her back and closed the door long ago.
What exactly is there for you?The woman asked impatiently.
Shang Rong returned to normal, but he turned a blind eye to the anger of women, which was a normal reaction. He believed that she would change her view of herself in a while.
I came to you from afar, would you just let me stand at the door and talk?
Xiufen was stunned. Unexpectedly, he had some reason. He didn't understand the way of hospitality. However, he said that he came here from afar to find him, and he didn't look like he was lying. He saw that he was a foreigner.
Xiufen turned her body slightly, and before she could speak, the man consciously got into the room.
Listening to the snoring from next door, Shang Rong found it funny. It seemed that the two people were almost like pigs.
I couldn't sleep, so Shang Rong had to get up and lit a cigarette. Suddenly, he remembered the arrival of Aishan's wife who was passing by in a hurry during the day, so he walked to the window and looked outside.
Shang Rong was surprised to find that although it was already past eleven o'clock, there was still light in the glass door of the barber shop. From a gap in the curtain that had been pulled up, a woman could be vaguely seen as if she was watching TV, but she couldn't tell whether she loved flowers or her wife.
Anyway, I can't sleep, so I might as well go to the barber shop to talk to the two women.
This thought flashed through his mind, and Shang Rong began to find reasons for his behavior.
I am about to leave this place. I can't just come here for a while. Although the pangolin and the map have already understood a general idea during the day, Shang Rong now feels that it is not detailed enough. As for which aspects are not detailed enough, he can't explain it clearly. Anyway, he really wants to talk to his wife who loves the mountain now. Otherwise, the shadow holding a small flower umbrella will always sway in front of him during the day.
This woman, who is a pity, doesn't know that her man has died thousands of miles away, even if she wants to comfort the woman.
Shang Rong lay quietly at the door of the bedroom of the Pangolin and Map as a thief and listened quietly for a while. He found that both of them were sleeping very hard, and felt relieved. If they were allowed to know their whereabouts, especially the map, they would be difficult to explain tomorrow, because Aishan’s wife is nominally owned by the map. Isn’t her behavior poaching people?
The nights in the town were extremely quiet, with almost no pedestrians on the street, and the night after the rain was much cooler than in the house. Shang Rong tried to knock on the glass door twice as gently as possible. He was worried that he was moving too much and the woman inside might not open the door.
In a short while, the curtain on the glass door was lifted up. Because the inside was bright and the outside was dark, the woman put one hand on the glass and looked out.
Through the glass, Shang Rong saw clearly what Aishan’s wife looked like. The woman seemed to have just taken a shower, with her hair loose and she was wearing only a small jacket. Because the glass was not too clean, Shang Rong felt that the woman’s face was a little blurry, but the outline looked perfect, and it had the meaning of watching flowers in the fog.
The people inside could only see a black shadow standing outside, and could not tell whether it was a familiar person who often came, so they asked: Which one?
Shang Rong tried to say softly: Boss, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I have something urgent tomorrow, and now I want to clean up my hair.
It's too late, come tomorrow.
The woman seemed to be very vigilant and refused to serve a strange man in the middle of the night.
This situation was expected by Shang Rong, but he held the key to opening the door, but he didn't want to take it out easily unless he had no choice.
Boss, you can do it. I can give you more money. How about one hundred yuan?
It would be fine if the money was not mentioned, but when the woman heard the man say something about a hundred yuan, she immediately had a subtle association, as if she was insulted, and then she pulled the curtain on the ground.
Go away quickly or I will call the police.
Damn it seems that you don’t need to use the killer weapon and can’t open this door today. Let’s talk about it first.You are Aishan’s wife, I have something important to tell you.
After saying this, Shang Rong suddenly felt that he was too impulsive, but he had already said that he could never take it back.By counting the ball, he simply lost Zheng Gang's retreat and made him never come to this place again in his life.
Sure enough, as soon as Shang Rong finished speaking, the curtain opened again.Who are you, why don’t I know you?
I am Aishan’s friend. If you open the door, I have important things to tell you.
Shang Rong tried his best to open the door, even if he said that he was Aishan’s grandson.
The woman hesitated for a while, maybe she had been thinking about the man in her heart. There was no news about him for a long time. Now that a person who claims to be a man’s friend comes, he naturally doesn’t want to miss this good opportunity to inquire about the news easily, and he seems a little impatient. He can no longer care about the fact that it is late at night and resolutely opened the glass door.
The lights and flowing water in the room leaked out from the inside, illuminating the face of the man outside. Xiufen squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully, not knowing him, and he didn't seem to be from the county.
Who are you and where is Love Mountain?
Shang Rong now saw the woman's face clearly from a close distance. This face was plain at this time, without any artificial traces. The most eye-catching thing was the pair of charming phoenix eyes and a small and straight nose. Of course, the small and plump mouth was also the type that Shang Rong liked, a bit similar to Qiao Fei's.
It's really unfair to be a god!
Such a woman has no chance to waste her youth in this small place, and her beautiful body can only be used for her vulgar husbands to destroy her day by day. Her natural beauty is just a way for those mountain village men to fantasize every night.
Now that his man is dead, who is the next man who has the right to ravage this little beauty?
Xiufen saw that the man was neat, but his tiny eyes floated around like a lantern on his face, and the expression on his face was extremely greedy.
Although Xiufen saw many obscene gazes in the barber shop, she looked around like the pervert in front of her, as if she was not a living creature, and had never seen her. She was angry for a moment and her face turned red. If she hadn't been anxious to inquire about her husband's news, she would have turned her back and closed the door long ago.
What exactly is there for you?The woman asked impatiently.
Shang Rong returned to normal, but he turned a blind eye to the anger of women, which was a normal reaction. He believed that she would change her view of herself in a while.
I came to you from afar, would you just let me stand at the door and talk?
Xiufen was stunned. Unexpectedly, he had some reason. He didn't understand the way of hospitality. However, he said that he came here from afar to find him, and he didn't look like he was lying. He saw that he was a foreigner.
Xiufen turned her body slightly, and before she could speak, the man consciously got into the room.
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