In the thirties of the twentieth century, two types of gambling were popular in Kanto casinos. One is gambling, gambling money, gambling houses, gambling land, spending a lot of money, this is a big gamble, a big gamble. However, there is also another way to gamble, no money, no money, no land, no penniless, that is, hard gambling, gambling on his wife and children, and gambling on his own life. Putting one's own life on the casino, even the lives of one's wife and children, and using others as gambling funds, this kind of gambling is called horizontal gambling.

Gambling is a thing of the past, of course, decades ago, and the story begins here.

Feng Shan, who was penniless, stayed up hard at the gambling table for five days and five nights, not only boiling his eyes red, but also staying up short of breath and weak. Yang Liu finally fell on the kang with a bang. At the moment he fell, he said weakly: Feng Shan, Wenzhu is yours. Then Yang Liu fell, and the fallen Yang Liu fell asleep.

When Wen Zhu stood in front of Feng Shan in green pants and red jacket, Feng Shan didn't say a word, he glanced at Wen Zhu in detail, and then looked at it again. Wen Zhu didn't look at him, his face sank like water, looking at the cold and lifeless winter day behind Feng Shan's head, and only after a while, he said: This month, I am your person, let's go.

Feng Shan listened to Wen Zhu's words and wanted to say something, but his heart was very messy, and then he didn't say anything, only swallowed his saliva fiercely. Turning, stepping on the snow, staggering forward.

Wen Zhu put his hands in his hands, stepped on the footprints left by Feng Shan on the snow, and also shook his body and twisted and followed Feng Shan.

When Feng Shan walked into the door of his house, he saw that the stove was still steaming. He lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, and there were a few yellow, orange and orange corn tortillas pasted in the pot, and a pot of sauerkraut was boiling. He knew that it was prepared for himself by Juxiang. Thinking of Ju Xiang, his heart hurt somewhere.

Wen Zhu was also standing in the house, standing behind Feng Shan. When Feng Shan lifted the lid of the pot, the room was filled with the fragrance of vegetables. She took a few deep, shallow breaths.

Feng Shan seemed to be impatient, he stepped on the stove with one foot, touched a cake from the edge of the pot, and chewed it heavily. He turned his head sideways and said vaguely at Wen Zhu: You eat it too.

Wen Zhu didn't seem to hear Feng Shan's words, she walked into the room with a calm face. The kang in the middle is also warm, and the two neatly folded quilts are placed at the foot of the kang, and the kang mat seems to have been swept over. In this subtlety, Wen Zhu smelled a hint of a woman's breath. This hint of woman's breath complicated her heart a little. Outside, Feng Shan was still eating in a slushy manner. Wen Zhu stood there for a while. She saw a piece of window paper on the window blown open by the wind. She took off her shoes and walked onto the kang and glued the layer of window paper with her saliva. Her feet touched the kang, and a wisp of warmth spread throughout her body.

Feng Shan walked in wiping his mouth, his blood-red eyes and half-tilted his head to look at the bamboo on the kang. Wen Zhu's face and gaze were as cold as ever. Her hands slowly and mechanically untied her clothes, and Feng Shan watched her movements so quietly.

She took off her jacket first, leaving only a bright red belly pocket, and then she took off her cotton pants, revealing a pair of strong and plump thighs. When she did all this, her expression was still so indifferent, she didn't even look at Feng Shan.

Next, she pulled over the quilt and lay down. When she lay down, she still didn't look at Feng Shan and said: Yang Liu didn't lie to you, I am worth the price.

When Yang Liu and Feng Shan gambled, they bet on Wen Zhu. He's gambling on his own woman. Wenzhu was won by Yang Liu at the casino. At that time, Wenzhu was still a virgin, and after Wenzhu followed Yang Liu for half a year, he lost Wenzhu to Feng Shan.

Feng Shan gave a left arm to Yang Liu, and Yang Liu put Wen Zhu on it. If Wen Zhu was a woman, and a woman who had been used by Yang Liu, then she was only worth the price of Feng Shan's finger. However, when Yang Liu ragged Wenzhu, he repeatedly emphasized that Wenzhu was a virgin. Feng Shan put one of his arms on it. As a result, Yang Liu lost. Wen Zhu is Feng Shan's woman, and the time is a month.

When Wen Zhu got into the quilt, he reached out and took off his red belly pocket and shorts. Then he looked at the ceiling and said to Feng Shan: I am your person this month, you can do whatever you like.

After saying that, Wen Zhu closed his eyes, leaving only two rows of long eyelashes.

Feng Shan stood there numbly, he thought for a moment about the naked appearance of Wen Zhu in the quilt. He threw down a shoe, and then he threw down another one, and then he stood on the kang, and he glanced at Wenzhu lying in front of him, and he thought of Juxiang. Every time Ju Xiang lay in front of him, she never closed her eyes, but looked at him so hotly.

His mind suddenly went blank, and then he lay straight on the kang and fell asleep in the dark.

Wen Zhu slowly opened his eyes, looked at Feng Shan who was lying there, and listened to Feng Shan's tsunami-like snoring, tears flowed out little by little.