Years later, when I stood on the streets of Shunhe, I could still feel an emotion that constantly stimulated my adrenal glands, so that inexplicably throbbing in my chest.

Shunhe Street is prosperous as always, with high-rise buildings, row upon row, staggered, and crowded, bustling, and endless.

The beauties in front of me are much better looking than the women on the street before, all of them have melon seed faces, willow eyebrows, narrow eyelids, small mouths, slightly crimson faces, high chests, and slightly exposed shoulders...... and slender white but strong jade thighs!

As you know, I am still the same dog that my wife has been running away with for many years, but I still work overtime for a long time, travel for a long time, and bully but not bite in the eyes of the leader for a long time.

On weekends and when I'm not on business or overtime, I drive 50 kilometers back to my home in another city to spend time with my boarding school son.

I have a dormitory on the edge of the city where my unit is located, in a place called Shunhe Street, and next door lives my colleague Lao Fan's family of three.

What Lao Fan is not satisfied with is that because I am rated as a senior engineer, the dormitory I was assigned is exactly the same as the size of his house, even if this is when the fat leader upstairs can occupy a two-story small building by himself without a penny.

What I didn't like about him was that he always played the loudest song of Lao Fan next door on the balcony every day when I got off work, and always showed off in front of me his beautiful daughter-in-law who looked like a flood of autumn water when she saw me.

In the office next to me is a young but not pretty, little Wang, who likes to eat with everyone, including the leaders - as long as she doesn't pay for it. So her figure made a qualitative leap three years after graduating, uh, I mean qualitative quality.

There used to be a lot of people who joked about me and Xiao Wang, because she always rubbed my car and liked to sit with me when she went to the cafeteria to eat.

But I know that she just doesn't like a group of married men to come to her, although she likes the feeling of the stars and the moon, but after all, being stared at by the eyes behind them for a long time is really dead.

Our leader is a fat man who looks ugly, dresses rusticly, and is suspicious, but he is always a good teacher and likes to show that he has an upright character, and he always feels that he is the emperor of the unit, so that when he raises his chin to look at people, his commanding expression is very similar to that of crayon Xiaoxin.

The only person I like in the city is the owner of a bar called Lan Coco.

One autumn evening, I walked into this bar called Lan Coco and met this woman who was both the owner and the bartender. She is young but not young, sophisticated but not sophisticated, sophisticated but not sophisticated...... Well, it's true that my impression of her rests only on her beauty and the glass of wine she poured me called the Scarlet Sunshine (see "Trembling Under the Streetlamp on an Autumn Night").

This glass of wine is not intoxicating, but it made me forget about it for a long time. I'm referring to this bar called Lan Coco and this grim-faced woman.

The only commendable thing about my unit other than paying me for my labor is that there is a canteen, and the only commendable thing about the canteen is that it provides three meals a day on weekdays, but it is so cheap that the owners of the small restaurants around the office building are disheartened, and even seriously doubt the vow of "work hard, struggle, and be a rich man" that he made in the sunset in his youth against the river.

So every evening, the cafeteria will be filled with bachelors like me and middle-aged men and women who are too lazy to enjoy the warmth of family at the dinner table, as well as their seventh aunts, eighth aunts, and the second uncle next door wearing sportswear-style school uniforms!

Every afternoon between 5:30 and 6:30, the full cafeteria forces me and seven of them to sit at a table of eight immortals, which makes me feel like a sardine in the hold of some fully loaded pelagic fishing boat.

However, because of this, I knew all the gossip about the entire office building and all the lace news except me, from the fat man upstairs to the little king next door to me.

Every afternoon when I don't go home, I walk back to my dormitory on Shunhe Street after eating.

So on that breezy evening with the sweet scent of gardenias, I appeared on the sidewalk of Shunhe Street as usual.

At this time, the sun in the sky had lost all its brilliance, and the fiery red clouds were hiding behind the high-rise buildings, and I was as shy as the little girl who secretly looked at me from behind the big trees by the river, and I couldn't help but think of the young self who was always bathed in the cool evening breeze of late summer, walking on the sidewalk of Shunhe Street covered with dust and smoke.

Of course, when I was younger, I would always put my hand in my pocket and take out a candy, and say to the little girl with a smile: "Come on, come on, uncle, there is candy to eat here!"

As my thoughts flew back from the clouds, I suddenly remembered that I was standing on the sidewalk of Shunhe Street. Looking around, there was no one.

I looked up into the sky, and I couldn't see the clouds anymore. Layers of smoke floated in the sky like an illusion, as if a beautiful fairy was about to appear. The next step should be that the fairy music sounds, I thought.

Suddenly, there was a singing voice next to me: The end of the vast world is my love...... I turned my head and saw at a glance that I could recognize him at a glance even though he was wearing a very low baseball cap, and he was scrambling to turn off the volume with his phone.

I was about to sneak past him when he found me.

"Old Xu, Old Xu. He shouted as he walked briskly. I reluctantly stopped and said, "What are you doing?" He smiled and said to me, "I found a secret, do you want to know?" I said, "It's not a secret if you tell it." His smile froze for a moment, and he said, "You're just so boring." Come on, come on. Without saying a word, he took my hand and walked into the grove by the side of the road, hiding behind a small tree. "Look. ”

I followed the direction of his finger and saw two people standing faintly in the depths of the grove, one with long hair and the other with short hair, one man and one woman, the man's hand resting on the woman's shoulder.

I turned around and walked out, but Lao Fan grabbed me and said, "What's the hurry!" I said, "What's so nice about a young man falling in love? Why don't you have a wife?" Lao Fan said: "The man is like a dead fat man upstairs, and the woman I packed the ticket is not his wife." I looked closely, and sure enough, the man's body shape was nine points similar to the leader. "None of my business!" I pulled my feet and continued to walk outside.

Walking to the sidewalk, I stood on the side of the road and shook off the grass and dirt from my shoes, raised my feet and prepared to continue walking towards the dormitory, but Lao Fan hurried up to catch me. I turned around and was about to have a seizure, but I saw Lao Fan's face was pale and the corners of his mouth were trembling.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused. But he didn't speak, he reached out and took a cigarette and a lighter out of my shirt pocket on my chest, took out a cigarette, lit it with a trembling hand, and took two puffs. Spit out the smoke ring, he fixed his mind and said, "It's not the leader, I don't know it." I smiled and said, "You don't have to be so excited if you don't grasp the leader's handle!"

But he stared at me and said, "The woman killed the man, and she didn't look like a man, and she lifted the man up with one hand and stabbed him many times with a knife." And she seemed to have spotted me and chased after me with a knife. I laughed again and said, "It's a pity that you don't want to be an actor with your acting skills." ”

As I was talking, I saw a woman with long hair in a shawl with small waves coming out of the woods from Lao Fan's ear.

Lao Fan saw my eyes looking past him, and quickly turned around, but when he saw it, he seemed to be in a state of disarray, and pointed at her with his finger: "It's her, it's her." ”

I felt like I was fixed there, because this beautiful woman who didn't talk was the same beautiful woman who once poured me a glass called Scarlet Sun, in a bar called Lan Coco, who was not intoxicating but more like Meng Po soup.

When the woman saw me, she was calm, brushed the hair from her ear, smiled and raised the branch in her right hand to me, and said, "Your friend probably misunderstood, I was joking with a friend, and after a little fight, he thought I had killed someone, look, this is a branch." ”

After a pause, her eyes subconsciously looked at her toes, and then added, "Do you believe me when I say that?" I laughed and said, "He's always chattering, probably because he didn't take a nap." Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at her body, the lilac dress was flat as if it had just been ironed, two rows of small white flowers were embroidered along the placket, and the plain cloth shoes on her feet were spotless.

I pushed Lao Fan and said, "Let's go back, your wife should be in a hurry." Don't look over and say to the woman, "Goodbye." But she laughed and said, "Goodbye!" and as soon as I turned around she stopped me with a "sigh."

I turned and stood, my muscles tensing and my eyes fixed on her hand. She laughed again and said softly, "I'm at the bar tomorrow night, do you want to tell a story?"

I said, "Didn't you change it to a Jianghu dish?"

She nodded slightly and said, "It's No. 57 that has been changed to Jianghu cuisine, and my current address is No. 57-1." ”

I said, "Go when you have time." ”

She nodded, and turned to leave.

I helped Lao Fan, whose legs were shaking like leaves on a French plane tree on the side of the road in a summer rainstorm, to the bench by the road and sat down. Lao Fan still grabbed my hand and said, "Believe me, that woman is not a person, have you ever seen a woman lift a fat man who is a head taller than herself with one hand?"

I looked at him coldly and said, "Have you ever seen a woman with clean clothes and shoes from a grove that no one had cleaned, as if she had just bought them?"

After a while he said leisurely, "What the hell are we doing?" and I said, "What the hell are you, what I saw was a pretty normal beauty." After a pause, I continued, "I'm in pretty good shape." "TM's figure is really good, and she's about to catch up with my daughter-in-law. Lao Fan took out my cigarette as he spoke, took out one and put it to my mouth to light it, and took one in his mouth and lit it.

When I sent Lao Fan home, he was already asleep on my back, and he looked like he had swallowed eight taels of white wine before he had time to eat a bite of food. declined Lao Fan's daughter-in-law's overly enthusiastic invitation to "sit again" and returned to his dormitory. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV and switched to the city news channel on the so-called news ten minutes on TV.

The so-called news channels in small cities are nothing more than little girls who are jumping around in cool clothes to sell women's personal hygiene products, and small stories of murder and arson and disputes between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the corners of this city. Until 10 a.m., there was no news of dead people, so I turned off the TV and took a shower and went to sleep.