Coming out of the room, I leaned against the door frame and smoked a cigarette while casually looking at the spacious and luxurious living room.

The word "home" came to my mind like an electric overpower.

Ever since I was a child, I didn't have any dreams as a human being, and I have always lived a lazy life with the crowd.

When I was a child, Lao Wang often drank and played cards, and quarreled with my mother at every turn, what I remember most is that I shrunk in the quilt to wipe my nose, and my mother sat next to wipe my tears, at that time my biggest dream was to grow up to be a capable person, buy a big house for my mother, and not let Lao Wang move in.

It wasn't until the first year of junior high school that this dream of mine was completely shattered, and my mother left, leaving without saying a word on a stormy night, completely disappearing into my world.

Later, when I grew up and Lao Wang was old, our communication was basically limited to him scolding me, I talked back, or I skipped class and fought, and he was called a parent and came back to beat me, and I began to develop in the direction that I hated the most in the past.

Finally, I became sensible, and Lao Wang was also measured, so I started running away again.

So for me, the word home has always been extremely unfamiliar.

Just when I felt a little astringent in the corners of my eyes and wanted to cry, Jiang Jingya's voice pulled me back to reality, she was holding a pink futon, blushing and coughing: "Ahem, I'm cleaned up, you can rest quickly." ”

I pinched my nose and sneered: "Okay, I'm sorry for you and Tingting today." ”

"Nothing, good night. Jiang Jingya smiled gently, and then walked towards the bedroom opposite us.

I didn't think much about it, I went back to the house, threw off my shoes comfortably, and lay on the bed, I haven't had a good rest for the past few days, after lying down, I felt that the pores all over my body seemed to be open, my head was pillowed on my arms, I looked up at the ceiling, thinking about what I should do tomorrow.

Lying down for a while, I felt that the pillow seemed to be a little panicked, I subconsciously put my hand under the pillow and groped for a long time, my fingertips suddenly touched something soft, I pulled it out, but it was a little embarrassing, a pair of pink lace edge small hot pants hung on my hand.

Thinking that this thing might be Jiang Jingya's, my eyes widened directly, she had just cleaned up the room, it stands to reason that such an obvious place under the pillow can't be turned over, could it be that this is some secret message she deliberately left me? In an instant, my breathing became a little short.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Jiang Jingya pulled her head in and said, "By the way, your friend's injury"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Jingya's voice stopped abruptly, she looked at me dumbfounded, I was half-raising my arms, grabbing her little pink hot pants in my hands, from her point of view, it seemed like I was smirking and sniffing that thing.

Her eyes suddenly turned frightened, and then she let out a hysterical scream, and the door slammed shut with a bang.

I hurriedly got up and hurriedly pushed out: "Oh, it's not like you think.."

"Knock!" she closed the door of the other party's room, and then there was a crisp "click", and she locked the door.

Wen Ting hurriedly ran down from the attic with two men's pajamas and asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Seeing what I was holding in my hand, he took a step back gently, pointed at me and shouted, "Wang Lang, what do you mean?"

I pleaded dryly: "No, you listen to me."

Wen Wan took a step back again, and warned me with willow eyebrows: "You can just stand and say, there are cameras in my living room and corridor!"

I swear this is definitely the most embarrassing moment in my life, I saw the word "perverted" in her eyes, I muttered for a long time, and finally I couldn't explain it clearly, and slapped myself in the mouth and said, "Forget it, I'd better go." ”

"Wait!" Wen Wan called out to me.

I thought things were turning around, so I hurriedly smiled and said, "I knew you weren't such a ruthless person." ”

Wen Wan was very nervous and said: "You can go, but please call your two friends as well, Wang Lang, I have studied abroad, and I have seen a lot of fetishes, I can understand you very well, but this kind of behavior is still not recognized in China, we are friends, you won't hurt us, right?"

I roared like thunder: "I'm not a fetish, I'm a normal pure man, just when I was about to sleep, I touched the pillow and found this thing, and then Xiaoya happened to open the door, and then she called, oh, I can't tell." ”

Ten minutes later, I, Meng Shengle, and Li Junfeng stood at the gate of the community, looking up at the direction of Wen Wan's house, I really wanted to cry without tears.

Meng Shengle, whose head was still wet, muttered with complaining eyes: "Brother Lang, I didn't say you, you are too anxious, why is this nothing, you just want to eat meat, we can't bear it, besides, what are you doing stealing other people's things? By the way, what does it taste like?"

I scolded irritably: "Fucking sick, I'm fucking sick, I'm idle to steal that thing for excitement." ”

Li Junfeng lifted his trousers and looked at his wounds, and asked me like an uncle, "Where are we going now?"

I craned my neck and shouted, "What do you ask me, if it weren't for you as a broom star, Lao Tzu wouldn't be regarded as a pervert!"

Li Junfeng smacked his mouth twice, he didn't have the same knowledge as me.

Meng Shengle wiped his face and said: "Okay, don't be noisy, there is a 24-hour shampoo room near my house, no ID card, where can I deal with a night, say in advance, the cost is different." ”

In this way, we took a taxi back to Meng Shengle's neighborhood in the middle of the night, and at the door of a dilapidated door with "Gillian Beauty" hanging on it, Meng Shengle beckoned the driver to stop, and we walked in directly.

Walking to the door, Meng Shengle "snapped" a few times on the roller shutter door, and a woman's voice immediately came from the room: "Who?

Meng Shengle scolded in a rough voice: "Nonsense, I want to eat dumplings and come knock on your door, don't ink, hurry up." ”

A few seconds later, the roller shutter door was opened, and a woman in a red gauze skirt pajamas, her face was whiter than flour, and she couldn't tell how old she was, and asked cautiously, "How many people?"

"Count it yourself. Meng Shengle pulled open the door with great familiarity and rushed in first.

Once inside, I looked around and saw that it was a very ordinary barber shop, with a wooden ladder in the corner leading to the second floor.

The woman brushed the broken hair in front of her face, yawned and asked, "What business?"

"I'll stay overnight, little Meiha, don't call other people to prevaricate me. Meng Shengle replied unusually professionally, and then asked me sideways, "What about the two of you?"

I can't say that I am disgusted with women in this kind of place, but I really can't arouse interest, so I casually say, "I just have a normal massage." ”

Li Junfeng looked like an animal who had never seen a woman, and pointed at the woman and said, "You!"

"Me?" the woman was stunned, then smiled and said, "Brother, I'm the boss." ”

Li Junfeng took out a small pile of red banknotes directly from his pocket, licked his lips and asked, "Is it enough?"

In this way, we followed the woman up the stairs in the corner to the second floor, the second floor was a very narrow corridor, dotted with pink wall lamps, a pungent smell of perfume came to our noses, and there were seven or eight card rooms on both sides of the corridor, and at this time there was a faint sound in each card room.

Meng Shengle leaned on the door of those card rooms from time to time to listen for a few seconds, and then turned his head and smiled at the woman in the red gauze skirt: "Sister Jing, your technician's performance is really a bit exaggerated." ”

The woman named Sister Jing poked Meng Shengle in the back and quipped: "Don't men enjoy this kind of exaggerated voice." ”

Meng Shengle muttered without a fart: "That's them, I enjoy the feeling of sweating more." ”

Soon we all came to our respective card rooms.

My card room is only two or three square meters, barely able to put down a massage table, a half-covered and half-exposed poster of foreign ladies on the wall, the environment is very general, but how can I go to the park to sleep on a bench or squat in the bridge hole, I am not hypocritical, just lie on the bed, light a cigarette, half-closed eyes began to be confused.

I was probably so tired, but the sometimes high-pitched, sometimes soothing sounds of the surrounding rooms didn't affect me at all, and I fell asleep after lying down for less than two minutes, feeling like I had just taken a nap, and the door of the room was suddenly slammed open.

Then a woman in a pink technician's skirt with a disheveled hair barged in and asked me hatefully, "Do you have a massage?"