Chapter 15

After the reform and opening up, Lion Street became more lively. The shops were next to the shops, and the signs were connected to the signs, showing a scene of a prosperous and prosperous prostitute. Wu Song was squeezing among the crowd, looking around, looking for the sign of A Lianfa House. Suddenly, someone called him. It was a cute voice of a girl: Sir, go in and massage to ensure full service. Wu Song looked back and saw that the girl who called him was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her breasts were flat, and she was a small bud that had not yet matured.

Wu Song asked her: Little sister, do you know where A Lian's hair house is? The girl pouted and was a little unhappy. She pulled Wu Song's sleeve and refused to let him continue walking: This big brother, A Lian's hair house service lady is not as beautiful as ours. The gentleman is just here to enjoy it, isn't it the same? Wu Song smiled bitterly and explained: I don't have a massage, I went to A Lian's hair house to find someone. The girl said: What, looking for someone? I'm coaxing ghosts, but when I go to the hair house, I'm looking for a massage lady. As soon as she pointed, she made a disdainful move. Wu Song looked in the direction she pointed. There was indeed a sign with red background and yellow characters hanging in front of her: A Lian's hair house

At the front door of A Lianfa House, leaning against the door frame, a girl in a black leather skirt stood. While eating melon seeds, she looked around for prey with her eyes. The melon seeds she spit out was covered with shells. She saw Wu Song coming over and changed into a charming smile from a distance: Welcome the gentleman, come and sit inside. As she said that she was busy, she pulled Wu Song's sleeves. Wu Song flashed, and the girl almost fell down.

Wu Song helped her firmly and asked: Is Pan Jinlian here?

The girl was not angry at all and still said with a gaze: Oh, you are looking for our boss lady, she is there. As she said, she pushed the door and went in, shouting: Sister Pan, someone is looking for her. As she spoke, Pan Jinlian came out of a massage room, wearing a peach-red cheongsam, with fashionable thick-soled leather sandals on her feet, and four or five rings on her fingers, looking like a jewelry. When she saw Wu Song coming in outside the door, she was stunned. The smile on her face suddenly solidified. It took her a long time to say a few words: It's Erlang, when did she come back?

Pan Jinlian was busy asking someone to pour tea, but was stopped by Wu Song: There is no need to pour tea. Sister-in-law, I want to borrow a step to talk to you. As she said that, she pulled Pan Jinlian's arm and pulled into a private room. Pan Jinlian's arm was so painful that it was pulled by him. She didn't say anything, so she could only endure it silently. Follow Wu Song into the private room as soon as she entered, the door was brought with her backhand. In the darkness, Wu Song asked: Why did Sister-in-law open a hair salon house?

While rubbing his arm that was so painful that he was pulled, Pan Jinlian replied with a pout: He also said, "You're making someone...

Your arms were swollen, and you wouldn't care about the fragrance and sympathy. If you marry your wife in the future, I don't know what you will do to her. Wu Song was so numb that he heard it, and he had goose bumps up. He quickly interrupted her and asked: Sister-in-law, what's wrong with my brother? Pan Jinlian bit her lip and lowered her head. After a long time, Wu Song was anxious and slapped her thighs: Sister-in-law, you are talking! Pan Jinlian wiped her back of her hand, wuwu. She cried, and in a blink of an eye, half of her face was soaked with tears: Sister-in-law's life is miserable, your brother left me and ignores me. Wuwu, how cruel life is to me, how ruthless and unrighteous God is to me...

Wu Song looked for napkins everywhere to wipe his sister-in-law's tears. Seeing a bag of white objects thrown on the sofa, he picked it up and frowned. The Luo Shizi turned out to be a box of condoms, Pan Jinlian was anxious in her eyes, and blushed and said with a blushing face: These escort ladies are becoming more and more distorted. How can such things be thrown around? Nowadays, women have no shame at all.

She said as she took the contraceptive socket from Wu Song's hand. When the handover was done, the uncle and sister-in-law were both embarrassed to face such a play together, and they both felt a little embarrassed.

After a while, Pan Jinlian calmed down. Wu Song continued to ask: How did my brother get into a car accident? Pan Jinlian wiped her tears and sighed deeply: Oh, I just regret that my life is so bad. Wu Dalang went out that day, drank some wine, and walked a little staggeringly. Unexpectedly, he actually hit the car. He also blamed me for not persuading him to drink less... Wu Song asked: Who is the person driving?

Pan Jinlian thought for a while and said: It’s no wonder that this is the case. Now there are many cars on the road, and everyone takes care of themselves when walking. Besides, after the accident, the other party paid the burial fee and compensated the losses. Wu Song asked: Who is that person? Pan Jinlian glanced at Wu Song, a hint of blush passed across her face, and her tone was a little unnatural: She is the owner of a pharmacy named Ximen Qing

Seeing Pan Jinlian's hesitation, Wu Song suddenly felt suspicious. How could his relatives be killed? He stopped asking, stood up from the sofa and walked out, Pan Jinlian asked: Where are you going? Wu Song said: I will register a residence at the guesthouse first. Pan Jinlian said: What's the record? Uncle just came to live at home. I just said it but felt inappropriate. After Wu Dalang died, Pan Jinlian was left in the room. Wu Song moved in again, and the man and widowed woman lived in the same room. What's the moral? So he quickly changed his words: Uncle went home to live, and I went to Wang Po tonight to spend the night. Wu Song shook his head and said: No, I will stay in the guesthouse. Anyway, it's a business trip, and I can be reimbursed.

When Pan Jinlian sent Wu Song to the door of the hair salon house, the girl who had leaned on the door frame and ate melon seeds came over, like an old friend who had been familiar with her in her previous eight lives. She patted Wu Song on the shoulder: Mr. Want to leave? Don’t sit for a while? Wu Song glared at her angrily, too lazy to pay attention to her, and walked away on her own. He heard the girl in a black-skinned skirt clapping her hands behind her and laughed: Mr. She has such a big temper and is not gentle to this lady at all. Pan Jinlian criticized her seriously and said: Chunmei, don’t make any unreasonable noise. That person is my uncle. The girl who called Chunmei stuck out her tongue and immediately retorted: So what if it is Sister Pan’s uncle? Uncle doesn’t want to have massage? He is still a man, and there is no cat in the world that is not fishy? Pan Jinlian rushed forward: Damn girl, look at me not tearing your mouthChunmei didn't have time to dodge and was hugged by Pan Jinlian. She scratched Pan Jinlian's armpits. The two of them laughed and rolled into a beautiful group of flowers.

Wu Song frowned, thinking of laughing bitterly in his heart, sister-in-law laughing happily, how could she look like a woman whose husband had just died? Thinking of the brother of the King of Cooking Bread, Wu Song felt sour. He walked a few steps quickly and escaped from the string of harsh laughter as if he ran away.

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