All day, I was depressed, I heard the master say that he was going to disband the machine repair class, it seemed that the muscles and bones were removed, and all that was left was a pair of skins that could not stand up to the waist pole, originally, no matter how long Jianjun stayed outside, I was not lonely except for missing, the machine repair class seemed to be a home for me, a reliance, a strong bracket, and now, it immediately ceased to exist. Originally, I was expecting to go back to the mechanic class to avoid the bastard of Liu Jihua, but it seems that I have no way to hide.

I left late after work and deliberately avoided the crowds. When I was in a technical school, the teachers all said how to step into the society, I have been in the society for several years, and I don't feel anything, I used to go to and from class, but now I am going to work and leaving work, and it is not as complicated as the legend. It seems that under the protection of the mechanic class, I am too smooth.

I was walking absentmindedly on the sidewalk alone, and there were people around me who were constantly striding over, and I was in a trance when I looked at these hurried people. There is no one waiting for me in front of me, and there is nothing I can't do, I don't have to worry, all my life is to wait and miss my lover who is always far away, the lover who makes me rich and hard to run around. There was a girl who loved to write poetry in the dormitory, and she said that standing in the hallway and watching me from a distance at the end of the sunset in a dress was like looking at a gouache painting. I don't know what gouache looks like, only that it's full of loneliness. In the past few years, I have been accustomed to getting together with Jianjun less and leaving more, and I am used to being alone, and I always feel that this is the price that should be paid in exchange for a stable life.

I once heard a story about a wealthy widow who, in order to spend the long nights every day, threw a hundred dollars between the beds and found them all in order to make fun of it. Now that I think about it, I feel like a real-life reproduction of this old story, with the long string of zeros on the passbook as if it were a hidden coin, except that the widow knew that she would stop if she found a hundred, and I didn't know where it ended.

For three days in a row, Liu Jihua did not come to the material library to inspect the work, but he met once when he was eating in the cafeteria at noon, and even if he didn't look at him, he could detect his searching gaze.

The army has finally returned. On Saturday afternoon, after work, I was supposed to go to the station to take the train home, but as soon as I left the factory, I saw him leaning on the side of the motorcycle, smiling at me. At that moment, I felt very strange, I thought that so many things had happened, and seeing Jianjun would pour out the humiliation that had accumulated in my heart like a tide, but no, I walked towards Jianjun, neither surprised, nor excited, nor aggrieved, walked up to me, and even greeted politely: "Are you back?" ”

Jianjun may have just come out of the bathhouse, his hair was still wet, and his eyes were still as bright as before, smiling. He started the motorcycle, turned back to me and said, "Come up!" ”

I sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, grabbed Jianjun's clothes, and felt like I was in a trance. This is my lover, he is by my side, I am not afraid of anything. I kept strengthening my consciousness in my heart, as long as Jianjun was by my side, everything would be fine. I reached over and wrapped my arms around Jianjun's waist, buried my face in his back, smelling the clean soapy smell of Jianjun's body, and tears slowly welled up.

As usual, at Jianjun's house, he asked me to try on the new clothes I brought back to him one by one, waiting for me to exclaim excitedly, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms and kiss him on the face in a series of kisses, but I really couldn't lift my spirits.

"What's wrong? Sick? ”

Jianjun sensed the change in me.

"Nope."

"Then it's like being beaten by frost, so unspirited." Jianjun stepped forward and reached out to touch my forehead. I pushed his hand away: "It's okay, it's just a little tired." ”

Jianjun burst out laughing: "I'm not tired of working in the mechanic class, but I'm tired of sitting in the material library." ”

"Build an army."

"Huh?"

"You hug me."

Jianjun stood behind me, his arms around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. The two of us hugged each other and looked at us in the mirror, in the mirror were two young faces and bodies that exuded the vigor and vitality of the beginning of life, everything was clean and transparent, the thin and thin boy in the technical school now had a sturdy body with an adult male surname, and his arms were much thicker, like a solid fortress.

Suddenly, a mischievous smile spread across Jianjun's face, and he dropped a hand that slipped through the hem of my shirt and touched my breasts.

Suddenly, I saw my face in the mirror change color instantly, and I was so frightened that I almost cried out. In order to cover up, I quickly turned around and lay on Jianjun's chest.

We stood quietly, Jianjun's hand caressing my back, like stroking a baby, being held by Jianjun so densely, warm and steady, gradually a little drowsy.

I don't know how long it took, Jianjun moved his body, I looked up at him, and he said, "Tired." ”

I buried my head, continued to put my arms around his waist, pushed him to the edge of the sofa in the living room, sat down, and I lay on his lap, still trying to sleep. There is an old movie of resistance on TV, and the hero sends out the last information, and under the enemy's butcher's knife, he is heroic.

"Let's eat, we're hungry."

Jianjun patted me on the back.

"Not hungry."

"I'm hungry, go make some food, or let's go out to eat."

"Don't eat it."

"You're at home, I'll go out and buy it and eat it, what's going on?" Jianjun said as he reached out and tried to untie my arm around him.

I closed my eyes and hugged him hard, I couldn't get into his flesh, so Jianjun had no choice but to give up and patted me gently: "Okay, okay, don't eat, sleep." ”

I slept soundly and woke up to find myself in bed. I slept in Jianjun's sister's room overnight at Jianjun's house, originally my daughter got married, and my parents wanted Jianjun to move over, but sometimes I would go over, so Jianjun still lived in his own cabin.

The room was quiet. I didn't turn on the light, I got up and went to Jianjun's room, and by the moonlight outside the window, I saw Jianjun lying on his side shirtless on the bed, his face facing the wall. I got into bed lightly, put my hand on Jianjun's waist, and lay down close to Jianjun. Maybe I was tired from the car, Jianjun didn't wake up, listening to his even breathing, I quickly fell asleep again.

It was already dawn when I woke up again, and Jianjun got up and got out of bed, waking me up. I grabbed Jianjun's hand: "Where is it?" ”

"Toilet."

As soon as I opened my eyes, my brain seemed to be still asleep, and I looked at Jianjun in a daze, and my hand did not let go.

"I can't hold it back!"

I let go of my hand, Jianjun sucked his slippers and trotted all the way into the toilet.

Jianjun came out after urinating, and I stood at the door of the toilet waiting for him. I took him by the hand and led him back to bed.

We lay down on the bed again, Jianjun put his arm around me sideways, and I hunched over him, leaving no gaps.

"How can I be like a little cat, I learned to clingy to people." Jianjun whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes and rested my head in the crook of his arm and didn't speak.

Jianjun stopped talking, put a hand into my clothes, reached into the position of the rubar, and stopped to knead it gently. Suddenly, I felt nauseous, and I felt Jianjun's fingers turn into caterpillars wriggling on my skin. I tried my best to endure it, but it still didn't work, and I got up and sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry."

When Jianjun heard this, he also sat up: "I'm also hungry, I didn't eat last night, and now my chest is against my back." ”

After we washed up, we said that we were going to eat the wontons of Fukouju. As soon as I went out, I grabbed Jianjun's hand, Jianjun looked back at me with a smile, grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, and whispered, "Little Lai Mao." ”

On Sundays, there are many people who don't cook late, and it's past 10 o'clock in the morning, and there are still many people in Fukouju. Jianjun and I waited for a while before we got to a table in the corner.

We asked for two bowls of seafood wontons and two cages of meat buns with sauce. I didn't eat two meals, Jianjun ate quickly, gobbled up, I looked at his eating appearance, and suddenly felt a sigh of emotion in my heart, enjoying breakfast with my beloved, this kind of ordinary and small happiness, how long have we not had, we have been indulging in the envy or jealousy brought by those fashionable clothes, thinking that it is happiness.

After Jianjun finished eating, he drank the last bit of soup in the bowl, took out a cigarette and lit it, and watched me eat it.

"If only we could do this every day." I couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not easy, it's only a few bucks."

"I mean, you can come with me."

"Me? Rushing back from Zhengzhou for breakfast? ”

I looked at Jianjun and was about to speak, when I suddenly saw Jianjun's gaze drifting over my head, and he stood up: "Master Liu, come to dinner?" ”

My head "buzzed".

I turned around and saw Liu Jihua leading his wife and children through the door.