In the evening, the mother still did not return.

Now even Nintendo has become a hell on earth.

I finally decided to check out my mother's shop – even though I was very reluctant to go.

There is the most prosperous hardware market in the west of the city, but behind the hardware market is the most chaotic and unbearable alley in the whole city.

People call that alley "Red Light Alley".

At night, the barber shops in the alleys are lit up with ambiguous pink and purple neon. In addition to the barber shop, there is also a chess and card room, a foot bath shop, an Internet café, and so on.

Growing up, I only visited my mother's shop twice. I don't like that place.

No one will like it.

Angel wants to go with me. I wanted someone to be with me, but I didn't want him to know about my mother's work. I can't explain this to him.

"Angel, can you wait for me here?" I almost begged him not to come along, "It's my family's business......"

I thought it would anger him, but I couldn't think of a better way to put it, "Anqi, I don't treat you as an outsider, but my mother's business, I don't want you to ...... too"

Angel naturally put his mobile phone in my hand: "You bring it, you have something to call." He pointed to the landline in the living room again, "I'll call you if I have something." ”

"Thank you."

Not only thanks to Angel, but also thanks to fate for allowing me to have such a friend.

In the red light alley, most of them are also outsiders. When it comes to the Chinese New Year, most people will choose more high-class and decent places even if they have fun.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Red Lantern Lane was depressed and barren.

I found my mother's shop from a vague memory. The door of the store was empty, and I had an ominous premonition.

The store is also a mess. I suppressed my instinct to flee this unbearable place, trying to ignore the images of scantily clad girls on the walls, rubber products scattered on the floor, and women's underwear.

Finally, in a barely clean room on the second floor, I found my mother, who had a blue nose and swollen face, a hoarse crying voice, and tear stains in the corners of her eyes.

The first thing that came to my mind was that my mother was still alive, which was a pity.

It wasn't until I realized that I was choking up that I was glad I still had a family.

My mother never looked at me.

Her beautiful eyes are Pandora's box, which only she can close.

When she returned home, Angel saw that her mother was also dumbfounded. He greeted my mother and hurried back to my bedroom.

I helped her back to her room and wiped her face with a wet towel. My mother turned her head away and turned her back on my side.

Angel greeted me at the door with a box. He whispered, "This ointment works well for bruising, don't let your mother apply that mess." ”

I put the ointment on her desk, went back to my room, and sat down on the floor against the door.

"Kang Rong, what's going on?" Angel asked worriedly, "Your mother's store was robbed?" ”

If it was just a simple robbery, my mother would not be so decadent.

But why, and how do I know?

"Won't you take her to the hospital?" Angel asked again, "Don't you call the police?" This is considered a crime of intentional injury, and my brother-in-law is the deputy director......"

An Qi didn't say anything again, squatted on the ground, and handed over a tissue: "Kang Rong, you can cry if you want, I won't laugh at you." ”

It's not the first time I've encountered this kind of thing, so I won't cry.

And, I'm not sad.

I'm just annoyed.

Why did Angel's mother have such a good husband and such a perfect family, while my mother only had countless scars?

"Damn, you can still laugh? Cold-blooded monsters! Angel pinched my face again, "What the hell are you constructing?" ”

I was pinched and hurt and pinched his face with my backhand. Before touching his chin, he dodged it.

He got up a little embarrassed, and his face turned red again inexplicably.

After a while, Angel coughed dryly, "Kang Rong," I looked at him numbly; He grinned, like an uncle, "You still owe me a pair of panties." ”

I was embarrassed again.

I opened the closet, and the clothes he had borrowed from me were neatly placed in a prominent position.

"You washed it by hand?" Angel sniffed the clothes I had given him.

I nodded. He happily folded and folded his clothes, "Hehe, Xu Zhi is really right, you are old and virtuous." ”

My bed wasn't as wide as Angel's, and it wasn't as comfortable as his. It's really a little squeezed for two one-meter-eight boys.

It was nothing when I was at his house, but this night his long hands and feet made me suffer all the sin.

I was either kicked out of bed by him, or I was out of breath by him as a pillow.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by him again.

At some point, we became face-to-face and side-lying.

Angel's eyes were closed, apparently still asleep. But his hand got into my clothes and groped around my waist and abdomen. Icy cold, heavy and itchy.

I slapped his hand away, but he pinched me harder.

I mischievously pinched his nose to prevent him from breathing, and he woke up tragically, his face full of grievances.

"Take away your groping." I'm a little dry mouth.

Angel suddenly realized and withdrew her hand embarrassedly.

"You slept so badly, why didn't you notice it last time?" I complained to him, "You're an octopus, aren't you?" ”

Angel smiled and stroked my forehead bangs: "Okay, I'm an octopus, and you're a little ball." We are Octopus Maruko. ”

What a childish and nonsensical metaphor.

But it's a little cute.