Since that day, Wang Dalun has had an inexplicable sense of guilt towards Fan Ziyi. In fact, he hadn't done this kind of thing before, but after all, the little girl was still young, and he always felt that he was mentally molesting her, and he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

So I was more concerned about the house downstairs and cleaned the sanitary corners left over from the previous time. Originally, I wanted to take out the quilt in a cardboard box to dry it while the weather was good, but I found that the little girl was in a hurry to move, and the quilt covers, bed sheets, and pillow towels knew that they had not been washed at a glance. With his slight cleanliness problem, he naturally couldn't see it, so he took it all to his house and washed it in the washing machine.

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye, during which Fan Ziyi has never returned. I don't know why Wang Dalun faintly looks forward to it, occasionally goes downstairs to ventilate, wipe the dust, mop the floor, and try to keep the house clean, as if he is welcoming the arrival of the little girl every day. As for the box full of underwear, he never opened it again.

On this day, Gu Zheng called and said that tonight was Christmas Eve, and everyone would get together together. Wang Dalun then remembered that today was December 24th.

I don't know when Christmas became popular in society. Many restaurants and entertainment venues have hung out Christmas dinners, Christmas Eve carnivals and other nondescript advertisements, and foreigners are all in the church to spend Christmas Eve. But in any case, it can be regarded as a sign of social progress.

Chinese celebrate Christmas a little tastelessly, like Valentine's Day. In the original circle, Lao Jia didn't need to say, he entertained himself with his girlfriend behind closed doors, and those who had boyfriends and girlfriends were all alone, leaving Gu Zheng, Wang Hongwei and Wang Dalun three singles.

After graduating, Gu Zheng was admitted to the graduate school of Chinese opera, but Wang Hongwei did not find his ideal job, so he simply followed Lao Jia and became the only employee in the Hong Kong Hutong Film Production Company co-founded by Lao Jia and Yu Liwei.

Although there are few drunk driving checks in recent years, Wang Dalun has always adhered to the principle of drinking and not driving. Finally, God gave him a chance to be reborn, and now the conditions have made him very satisfied, so he is extremely sorry for his life, not to mention that this is still a matter of harming others and himself.

Riding a small flying pigeon all the way along Nanluoguxiang, turning into a smaller Dongmian Hutong, not far away is the drama academy that looks like a landlord's compound.

It is said that there are more beauties in Chinese drama than in film schools. Sure enough, there are a few luxury cars parked in the narrow alley, Mercedes-Benz BMWs are not a few, and the most inferior ones are Japanese cars, a few Santana, Jetta or something, they can only be parked far away.

There are a lot of brightly dressed flies with flowers in their hands around the door, and from time to time there are beautifully dressed beauties coming out of it, and a fly will immediately come forward to offer flowers, and then take the beauty to the car and gallop away. Whether it's a beauty or a fly, tonight is destined to be a wonderful night.

Wang Hongwei saw that the harazi was all dripping, and while walking in with Wang Dalun, he said indignantly that the good cabbage had been arched by the pigs.

For this friend who aspires to be a big producer, Wang Dalun can only pat him on the shoulder and encourage: "Hongwei, do a good job, there will be good cabbage for you to arch in the future." ”

"That's it, yes,, you kid is scolding me for being a pig!"

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Whether it is a film school or a Chinese opera, as long as you have some ability, you will generally not be short of money to spend. Gu Zheng planned an advertising copy for a well-known company not long ago, and got a lot of honorarium, so today he deliberately found a very high-end restaurant, and the three bachelors sat together to talk about movies, talk about life, and occasionally scold this unfair world, and tossed until ten o'clock in the evening before the song ended.

Wang Hongwei drank too much, and the two helped him to stay in Gu Zheng's dormitory for one night, and then Wang Dalun stepped on the little flying pigeon and swayed home.

A bottle of white plus four or five bottles of beer, originally only seven or eight minutes of his drink, but when the cold wind blew outside, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, so he thought about going home quickly, taking a hot bath, and then lying comfortably in the bed to sleep.

"Uh, uh......"

As soon as he entered the community, he heard the sound of someone vomiting on the side of the dark road, which made him feel sick to his stomach, and he was about to quickly get through guò, but found that the figure who was holding on to a small tree on the side of the road and bending over to vomit was a little familiar.

At this moment, a car drove into the community and suddenly lit up the figure on the side of the road.

Damn, how is this little girl!

Hurriedly got out of the car, didn't even have time to support it, directly leaned the car on the street lamp pole, ran over and helped the rickety man.

"Who are you?" the little girl still wanted to struggle.

Wang Dalun saw that her face was as red as a big apple, her eyes were hazy, and there were even traces of vomiting on the corners of her mouth. Wow, that's disgusting.

He held her tightly to prevent her from struggling, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket with one free hand to wipe the corners of her mouth clean. The little girl had just seen the person holding her at this time, and she opened her mouth and smiled: "It turned out to be you, what's the ...... Uh, how can it be so coincidental?"

"What a wool!" Wang Dalun hurriedly patted her on the back and asked her to slow down.

I don't know why, maybe the scene he saw at the door of the Chinese opera stimulated him, he was very bad at this time, the little girl was only sixteen years old, and she was still an underage girl. The only thing that made him happy was that he finally knew to go home.

may have finally found a support, and the little girl seems to have become unconscious all of a sudden. Wang Dalun felt that the soft body he was holding was sinking little by little.

There was no choice but to get her on his back and carry her forward. Don't look at the little girl's age, she is quite tall, almost 1.70 meters, and her back is quite heavy.

Carrying all the way to the staircase of his own unit, he took a slight breath and carried her up to the fifth floor in one breath. Fortunately, I left a key and opened the door and entered the house.

Fortunately, after he washed the sheets and quilt covers some time ago, he had already helped her make the bed. Laboriously helped her take off her heavy coat, the little girl seemed to have no bones, and with a slam of PIA, she fell heavily on the bed. The plank bed was hard, probably knocked somewhere, and his face showed a look of pain, and he let out a coquettish moan.

Wang Dalun didn't care about her, squatted down and helped her take off the sneakers on her feet. There was a lot of vomit splashed on the legs of the shoes and jeans, and it was disgusting to look at.

He was hesitant to help her take her jeans off. The slight cleanliness habit made him really unbearable, so he could only unbutton the pants around her waist and help her pull off the jeans.

The jeans were very tight, and he was worried that he would accidentally pick everything inside, so he didn't dare to push too hard, so he could only slowly pull it down little by little.

The heating in the room was on sufficiently, and by the time he finally pulled off his jeans, he was already sweating profusely. At this time, the little girl lying on the bed seemed to be freed from the shackles, turned over lazily, and lay on the bed with the quilt. She is still wearing a sweater on her upper body, her buttocks are flat and small, but her legs are very strong, slender and slender, and she looks particularly sexy wrapped in pink autumn pants.

His heart jumped suddenly, followed by a burst of heat. He didn't dare to look at it more, so he hurriedly ran to the bathroom, poured cold water on his face, and was embarrassed to use the towel of the little girl, so he could only dry it with a napkin. I squeezed a hot towel again, walked into the room, turned over the little girl lying on the bed, and wiped her face and hands for her.

After such a toss, Fan Ziyi was sick to his stomach again, his eyes were closed, and his face was full of pain. Wang Dalun hurriedly came in with a basin and patted her on the back, probably having vomited it all outside, just retching, nothing, and finally eased up.

Wang Dalun looked at this and couldn't do it, so he had to toss it for a night, so he hurriedly went upstairs, cut some shredded radish, ginger, and chili, stir-fried it with a little oil, boiled water, added vinegar, and beat an egg into it to make a bowl of hot and sour soup.

When I went downstairs, I just opened the door when I heard the little girl retching in the bedroom inside.

"Come, drink this. ”

Wang Dalun helped her up, first let her feel comfortable, and then fed her hot and sour soup.

The little girl had no strength to vomit, her body was softly nestled in his arms, and she drank the soup obediently. It may be that it tastes good, and the sour hot soup is very comfortable to drink in the stomach, and the little girl Hu Lulu quickly drank a bowl of soup.

Now that she was finally settled, Wang Dalun helped her cover the quilt, and soon heard her snoring slightly.

Wang Dalun brushed her shoes clean and put them next to the radiator to dry, and there was no choice but to pick up the soiled jeans and wash them upstairs. Before leaving, he went to the bedroom to take a look, and saw that the little girl was sleeping very soundly, so he was relieved, turned off the lights and went out, and went back upstairs.

When he was about to throw his jeans in the washing machine, he remembered that he had forgotten to dig out the contents of his pocket. The front pocket is empty, but the back pocket is bulging as if it is stuffed with a wallet, and when I take it out, I can't cry or laugh, it is actually a small quilt.

The washing machine kept working, and he had time to sit and smoke a cigarette at this time, thinking of the little girl's drunken cat appearance, he felt a little funny, and he didn't know if she could remember how she got home when she got up tomorrow.

"!" Suddenly, he condensed as he put the cigarette to his mouth, and then he jumped up from his chair, snuffed out the cigarette butt, put on his coat and ran out the door. I ran downstairs for a while, and when I ran to the door of the community, I saw only the lonely street lamp pole, where can I still find the shadow of the little flying pigeon!