After speaking, the old man dressed as Cui Yimo lowered his head shyly, looking honest, poor and obscene, pretending to be vivid.

"Cut!" The woman at the door spat on the ground with great disdain, and said, "It's that kind of rotten thing, if it weren't for this reason, if it wasn't for Sister Ling's care, I don't know where the wild dogs would have eaten it, and I would have a good life to pick up customers, what kind of incense has it burned in my life!"

Cui Yimo laughed stupidly twice, pretending to be Muna, and did not speak.

The woman also felt bored when she saw Cui Yimo being so unpopular, crossed her arms, and said angrily: "You men are vain, and you are willing to meet that kind of rotten thing for the sake of a name!"

Alright, come with me!

Regret it, but don't say we didn't remind you. ”

The woman took Cui Yimo around the storefront and walked to the backyard.

It's not a shabby place, but it's not small.

After two circles in the courtyard similar to a small alley, the woman took Cui Yimo to a remote and dilapidated two-story wooden building, pointed to the front, and said, "It's here, you can go up by yourself! ”

Cui Yimo looked up at the small wooden building, stuffed the woman with a bill, and asked cautiously: "This eldest sister, there should be more than that woman in this, right? If I find the wrong one, can't I regret dying?

The woman took the money in her hand and shook it, the crisp voice peculiar to the coin sounded in the empty air, and the corners of her mouth finally curled up with satisfaction, and said, "Go up! At this time, there is only that woman in the building, and everyone else who can move will go to the front to recruit customers." Whoever has such a good life as her, just doesn't go out, and someone comes to deliver things from time to time. Three meals a day, Sister Ling also let people take care of her.

I think this person named Ah Wei doesn't know what to do, and he can't even say a word of thanks to Sister Ling.

Look, sooner or later, one day, Sister Ling will be in a bad mood and throw her into a mass grave to see how she lives!"

After saying that, the woman twisted her ass, learned to sway, and left here.

Cui Yimo lowered his head, taking advantage of the night, there was no light around, and his eyes narrowed.

Is it called Awei?

Could he have looked forward to it a little more?

Cui Yimo stepped on the creaking wooden ladder and went upstairs.

Standing in the hallway where only two people could walk through, he whispered, "Is anyone there?"

In the corridor, quietly, only the gray overhead could barely see the small energy-saving lamps in the corridor flickered unwillingly.

Cui Yimo walked along the corridor and walked inside, professionally observing the surrounding terrain with his peripheral vision, it was true that the three or four rooms on both sides were very quiet, and the doors were closed until he walked to the innermost right-hand side, and one door was hidden.

He whispered again, "Is it Ah Wei?"

In the room, a woman's hoarse and feeble voice rang out: "It's me!

Cui Yimo pushed open the door, slowly adapted to the dim light in the room, walked in, and looked up to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a very simple room, near the window, there is a quilt wrapped in a ball, next to it lies a disheveled, very "cool" woman, carefully distinguished, under her lies a low collapse slightly above the ground, it seems, it can be regarded as a bed.

Between the bed and the door, there was a shabby low table, and a few things were messily placed on the door.

The floor is also not clean, like a grocery store, with a few bits and bits scattered here.

This is a very lazy and lazy woman.

Cui Yimo sniffed the not-so-fresh smell in the air, looked for a place to put his feet in the mess, walked to the front of the low collapse, missed his body, and looked down at the woman who was swallowing clouds and spitting fog by the flickering light of the small light bulb in the room.

If you only talk about posture, she is indeed a little more temperamental than the woman who brought him just now.

It's just that temperament, sometimes, is not something that everyone can use.

For example, the unkempt, wrinkled, and skinny woman in front of her should mean that she has nothing else to attract a man's attention except for the body of a woman.

Ah Wei skillfully swallowed a smoke ring, then looked up at the overly shy old man in front of her, laughed shamefully, and said in English: "Old and young, it's really a rarity!

Cui Yimo squinted, still looking at the Ah Wei in front of him inquiringly. Actually, in the past, he didn't see Han Xiaowei much, and even if he did, because she was Cui Yi'an's girlfriend, he didn't pay much attention to it. The appearance of her is limited to the occasion when acquaintances are there, and there will be no mistake, if you walk on the street, nine times out of ten you will treat it as a stranger and pass by.

However, the nature of his profession determines that even if he doesn't pay attention to a person, some things will still be naturally stored in his mind.

The Ah Wei in front of him was less than ten percent similar to Han Xiaowei in his memory, and he tried to compare the woman in his memory who was always dressed very noble with the woman in front of him who had fallen out of shape.

Hearing Ah Wei speak, she hurriedly took out the marijuana in her pocket and handed it over.

Ah Wei and the vicious dog saw the speed of meat and bones, which was not commensurate with her body, snatched the paper bag at once, hurriedly and carefully opened the paper bag, held it in both hands, put it under her nose, greedily inhaled its taste, happily used this taste, and said: "This is the smell! As long as I smell this smell, I feel that I have seen heaven!"

After saying that, he hurriedly wrapped the things again, and found a barely complete and neat square towel on the bed, wrapped the things in it, buckled a wooden block on the low side of the collapse under him, uncovered it, and put the square towel in it with marijuana.

Cui Yimo found that if he just wanted to determine the identity of the woman in front of him based on his appearance, the chances were too small, and the old and stammering voice changed with a high-level voice changer asked in Chinese: "Are you really a mainlander?"

Ah Wei put the things away, and then looked up at the still shy man in front of him with satisfaction, and saw that he was doing well, and said in a good mood: "Ao, this is really a fellow countryman." However, what you say is not standard enough. Listen to what I say, this is the authentic Beijing dialect, the ancestor of Mandarin.

Forget it, with a hillbilly like you, you can't understand this. All you need to know is the standard of what I'm talking about. ”

Cui Yimo resignedly "um", and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.