Chapter 178: Tracking (3)

Family?
Is actually not a home, but a basement that can shelter from the wind and rain, but the air is moldy and damp—
The air is permeated with a pungent perfume smell, and mixed with some cheap instant food flavors such as bread and instant noodles;
Hygiene is clean and tidy, except that the naked and beautiful clothes are thrown everywhere ...
Can this be considered a family?
Absolutely not!
Because it does not have the warmth and comfort of a home, only the coldness and loneliness of the world, even if it is decorated like a "home", it can still not cover the bitterness of the lonely.
This basement is Xiao Hong's "home", and the only place in it that can be described as comfortable is a bed that can barely squeeze two people-
The bed is a frame made of wood, with pink mosquito nets hanging on it, and the smell of laundry detergent on the red bedding. It is the only fragrance that makes people feel fresh here.
Liu Yanbo is now lying on this bed, smoking a cigarette quietly
This basement made him a little confused.
Once, for a long time, Liu Yanbo also lived in a similar or even inferior environment, living in the darkest corners of many cities.
What was he at that time?
Gray mouse?
Cockroaches?
Liu Yanbo suddenly extinguished half of the remaining cigarettes because he suddenly felt a little disgusted. This disgust was not because of the smell mixed in this basement, nor because he discriminated against the little red who lived here, but originated from he himself.
Liu Yanbo suddenly felt that he had changed, as if he had become unable to get used to the life he once was. This is what made him feel sick, because--
Denying the past is denying yourself.
Vomit ~
Liu Yanbo started to vomit, his whole body was trembling like a pendulum, his nose and tears were flowing, his hands were constantly scratching on his body ...
哐 当 ～
Xiaohong in the bathroom hurried out after hearing a loud noise, seeing Liu Yanbo tumbling painfully on the ground. She encountered this situation many times in this basement, so she was calm.
She ran to support Liu Yanbo and asked a little knowingly: "What's wrong with you?"
"Powder, powder ..." Liu Yanbo hissed: "Is there any powder? Give me powder."
"Yes, yes, I'll get it for you."
After talking, Xiaohong ran into the bathroom again. When she came out, she held a thermos in her hand, and then she took out a small packet of white "powder" from inside.
Liu Yanbo rushed towards her like crazy after seeing the powder that Xiaohong was holding ...
Everything was calm, Liu Yanbo was lying on the bed lazily again, and Xiaohong was lying on him in a black silk pajamas, and said coquettishly: "I can't think you are also a fellow.
Liu Yanbo lit a cigarette and was dissatisfied: "You are a little too bad, why, I am afraid I can't afford the money, so I deliberately fool me with defective products?"
"What's wrong, how can I fool you?" Xiaohong argued: "Our goods are like this, even if you have money, you can't buy the second one."
Speaking, Liu Yanbo was even more dissatisfied, and said, "In Nanzhao province, you can't buy good goods with money. Are you my three-year-old?"
After he finished, he pinched a hand on Xiaohong, and said with a bad smile: "You don't give me a reason today, see how I will clean up you later."
"Hate ~"
Xiaohong hammered twice on Liu Yanbo's chest and smiled more charmingly, and said after a while: "The reason must be there, but I told you, you can't say it."
"I swear, if I say it, let me die on your bed." Liu Yanbo chuckled.
"You really hate it ~"
The two frolicked for a while before Xiaohong panted: "I tell you that the good goods that we come from abroad here are monopolized, but those who engage in monopoly are not willing to sell to locals. So now The goods here are all brought in by some hawkers from other provinces. In order to increase profits, the ratio of their natural adulteration is much higher. You said that there are any good goods sold to us. "
"Who is so bullish, can monopolize overseas sources, and refuses to sell to your locals, and does not earn money, is he a stupid fork?" Liu Yanbo shouted, revealing a solemn appearance. "It also hurts Lao Tzu to use such a bad product. You tell me who he is. I must kill him with money."
Slightly ~
Xiaohongjiao smiled and said, "Look what you can, and use money to kill people."
Liu Yanbo's eyes widened, just like a big trying to maintain his dignity in front of an old hen, he said with a deep face, "You don't believe me?"
"I believe in my letter." Xiaohong's smile is really professional and has not changed. "I also hope you smashed him with money, but unfortunately I don't know who he is."
"Little Red Belle, are you deliberately playing me tonight?" Liu Yanbo's hand started to blame again.
"Don't scratch it, I'm really afraid of itching." Xiaohong "giggled" and said with a smile: "I really don't know who it is. I also heard from my cousin that a person named" dongzhu "monopolized those foreigners Good stuff. My cousin used to be a peddler, but he did n’t know who the cave owner was, but he said that the people of Galu Mountain Forest Farm were all under the cave owner, and that the forest farm was their transit point. "
"Little handsome boy, are you going to kill them with money now?"
"Where to go now!" Liu Yanbo smirked again: "I'm going to kill you first tonight."
"......"
Xiaohong didn't speak anymore, she suddenly kissed Liu Yanbo's lips, and her hands began to unbutton his clothes. The latter was not idle, his right hand slowly slipped down her hair, and finally landed on her neck, and then pressed gently-
Thousands of people, he is really good.
Liu Yanbo took out all the thousands of cash on his bed and put it on the head of the bed. Anyway, the money was Zhao Li's, and he really didn't feel bad about it.
Before leaving, Liu Yanbo gently covered Xiaohong with a quilt. He did not look down on her because they were in a certain way the same kind of people, the same loneliness, the same succumb to destiny, just--
He can choose, but she has no choice.
……
It was late at night, and occasionally a mountain breeze blew up, blowing up the dust and paper scraps on the street, making it already desolate even more desolate.
Liu Yanbo walked alone on the street. There was no longer any trace of the former unruly boogie, nor the joy of hearing the news. He just suddenly wanted to call Yin Hanruo.
After the call was connected, Yin Hanruo's sleepy voice came from the phone: "Hey!"
Liu Yanbo didn't speak, just listened to her breath quietly.
"Liu Yanbo, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" Yin Hanruo wondered.
After a long time, Liu Yanbo suddenly had a different smile on his face, looking very warm and contented, just like the sunshine in March in Yangchun, he smiled faintly: "No, I just want to hear. Your voice."
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