Chapter 17:

At the end of the night shift, he exchanged with Lao Li this week, and he went to white shift.
At half past five, old Li came. Lu Qiang took off his security coat, threw it in the back chair, and stood at the door for a moment.
Lao Li parked his bicycle and went to the house to make tea. As soon as he raised his eyes, Lu Qiang was still standing there.
Lao Li looked up and said, "Xiao Lu, why don't you leave?"
Lu Qiang held a cigarette in his mouth and didn't light it. He turned his head to the side, "Wait a moment."
Old Li asked curiously: "What are you waiting for? Your family is not willing to return."
With smoke in his hands, he gathered his hands and ignited: "...wait for someone."
"Who are you waiting for?"
Lu Qiang glanced at him and said with a smile: "Fuck you."
Old Li said "Hey", and nodded at him, "Smelly kid." He turned around and did his own thing without asking.
Lu Qiang smoked a cigarette and squinted towards the door. When he got off work, many people came back from outside and hurriedly walked.
An acquaintance passed by to greet him, Lu Qiang raised his hand and counted as a response.
After a quarter of an hour, there was a figure in the doorway, T-shirt jeans, a pair of flat shoes, scattered hair, brisk pace.
Lu Qiang's eyes followed, and the man seemed to sense that he looked down, his eyes flashing, and then he lowered for a moment.
Passing by the sentry box, old Li just came out: "Yo! Xiao Lu, is it off work?"
Lu Yin smiled: "Hey, Master Li."
"After buying these dishes, can you finish it yourself? Or have you come to the house?"
"Well," Lu Yin kept his footsteps, responding vaguely, "Let's go first, Master Li."
Old Li nodded and said, "Slow down."
Walking out more than ten meters, Lu Qiang just finished smoking a cigarette, smashed it with two fingers, and flicked into the trash can next to it.
He lifted his legs and followed.
Lao Li said, "Where are you going?"
"Turn inside."
"Wait no longer?"
Lu Qiang rewarded him with a back, and he didn't leave a word.
He was striding fast and could keep up with her when walking slowly. He was a few meters closer and measured his back with his eyes. She wore a dark green long-sleeved shirt, pinched waist style, the hem was slightly shorter, revealing a narrow white strip; low-waist pants, tightly wrapped around the hips, and the two crotches swung left and right with the movement.
Today I carried a small backpack with heels of the same color. A silver buckle hung on the zipper, which was dazzled by the sunset. Lu Qiang's eyes shifted, she carried the bag in both hands, and just returned from the market, it contained a fish, eggs, and some green vegetables.
Lu Yin turns into Zhengzheng Road, crosses the tree-lined road, and walks to 11 gates. She tilted her head slightly and noticed that her back was moving faster. She was just near the building. Her hand was light, and several bags moved.
Lu Qiang followed her and weighed the things in her hand: "Knowing that I am coming?"
Lu Yin went up the steps and didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"I bought a lot."
"I haven't eaten here in the past two days." I added a sentence when I turned around: "I'm afraid I won't eat enough."
The two entered, Lu Yin washed her face, rolled up her sleeves, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
She first cleaned the plaice and steamed it on the pan. The water is boiled, pour the celery into the water and blanched, waiting for the time, the eggs have been stirred well.
Lu Yin is not distracted in cooking, and must go through each step in his heart.
Suddenly said behind him: "Need help?"
Lu Yin was so excited that she almost let go. She turned back, stunned, and quickly looked away: "No, just go outside and wait."
Lu Qiang said: "Will the onions wash?"
"...Well." Lu Yin glanced at him again: "Can you put on your clothes first."
Lu Qiang stood naked: "The room is too hot."
Lu Yin said: "It's almost autumn."
"That's hot too."
"You can turn on the air conditioner."
"This is just right." Lu Qiang turned his back and opened the water valve to wash the green onions.
The sink was too short. He arched his back, and his shoulder blades vigorously agitated with his movements. The flesh was strong, as if every body had its effect, moving alive.
Lu Yin stared at his back, the more fearful, the more he could not move his eyes, his entire back was covered with roundabout dragontails, his back fins were like knives, scales were densely covered, a sharp claw protruded from the waist rib, and his teeth danced, which seemed to be able to break through the human. throat.
The part approaching the lower waist is clean, the skin is whiter than the back, and a dimple in the spine penetrates up and down, submerging straight into the waist of the pants.
Lu Yin felt her face hot and quickly looked away.
Outside the window, after the sun was drowning in the building, there was a beam of afterglow, the sky was still bright, and the others were dim and gray-blind. It was the intersection of light and darkness throughout the day.
Lu Yin moved slowly, suddenly felt that everything in front of her was so strange, and the people around her didn't seem to know, and she couldn't find a reason to be with him.
One month since the last bungee jump, after that, the two were not far away from each other, and Lu Yin only felt that maybe she needs a man by her side to give her warmth, care and love, and can rely on each other in life. At this time, it happened that he appeared, and he was not repulsive and annoying, and even liked it a little bit.
Only occasionally trance, I feel too unreal, whether it is his people, or reappear to accept a relationship.
Everything is like a dream...
Lu Qiang finished washing, turned around and asked: "What kind of cut?"
Lu Yin recovered: "...Can you cut it?"
He raised his eyebrows: "Should I not?"
"No." Lu Yin said: "I just think people like you can't do this."
Lu Qiang took the knife: "Cut green onions?" Lu Yin nodded, and he asked again: "What kind of person am I?"
"A bit macho."
Lu Qiang made a hoarse, and his actions were quick: "My hometown is rural. I can cut wood at the age of five. I can step on a stool to cook for my family at the age of seventeen. , Drop a button and take Tumo Xingzi to get it."
"..." Lu Yin asked: "Where is your hometown?"
"Qianshulin Village, Wuqing County."
"Is there anyone else at home?"
After a while, he finished: "An old lady left."
Lu Yin didn't speak, put the boiled celery in the cold water, and asked: "What about you?"
"Me?" Lu Yin thought for a while: "My family is not from this city. My hometown is in Qianyuan. I have never seen my parents since I was a child. They were raised by my uncle's parents. They are in poor conditions. When you go to university, you depend on scholarships and part-time jobs."
Lu Qiang couldn't help looking at her.
Lu Yin looked back and smiled easily: "Don't look at me with that look. I have been independent since I was a kid. I didn't feel how pitiful I am, and my character is not distorted. I just feel a little timid." She sighed. : "Actually, I admit my fate. Although my aunt... but my uncle still loves me very much."
Lu Qiang's eyes flickered slightly, and he returned to nature. He hummed and said, "Not only timid, but also smart."
"...Where is it."
Lu Qiang turned the topic: "So, because of a scumbag, he has been here with him for five years?"
Lu Yin made a move and lowered her eyes. Lu Qiang looked at her, "Yes, let's not mention it."
He caught the small waist and kissed her temple hard. Lu Yin shoved him and wiped off the place where he kissed, whispering in a low voice: "It's really annoying."
"I'm still too old." He hooked his lips and said: "What else do you cut?"
The two had a chat while doing it, and three dishes and one soup were served quickly.
The last liquor I bought was not finished. Lu Qiang persuaded her to drink it. This time she refused.
He reluctantly drank himself and drank two glasses.
After dinner, Lu Yin went to do the dishes. He was tired. He didn't move on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Lu Yin didn't change his clothes when he came back. He packed his hands and wiped his hands. He turned around twice, wiped the table a few times, washed the fruit, and went to the balcony to collect the clothes.
Lu Qiang chased her shadow for a while, "Sit down and rest."
Lu Yin looked at the watch hanging on the wall: "It's not too early, and before the sky is dark, go back quickly."
"I'm not blind, I'll wait for a while." He patted next to him: "Come here."
"I still have a little work..."
"The fart is a little bigger, what work is there," he interrupted: "I don't eat people, come here."
Lu Yin paused and walked towards him, his hands still behind, before she sat down, and with that arm hook, Lu Yin rolled half of his body into his arms.
She propped up his leg and cried.
Lu Qiang said with a smile: "Your small waist is so thin, I can cut it off with one hand." After that, I squeezed twice.
Lu Yin stabilized his body and clapped his hands: "Don't pinch."
Lu Qiang did not move. He put his big palm on her waist and lay on her back. Her eyes glanced at the TV. A series was playing in it. The parents were short and the chickens and dogs jumped.
Lu Qiang didn't understand it at all and asked, "What's going on?"
Turning around, she saw that she didn't know where she was staring, and she was fascinated. His eyes were dumb and stupid, and his lips were squeezed into a slit. From his direction, the powdery white skin was covered with a very fine fluff, the nose was rounded and upright, and the neck line was extra soft.
Lu Qiangxin's ape, as soon as he stretched his neck, followed the small mouth and kissed him.
Lu Yin whimpered at first, and slowly, a trace of resistance in his heart resisted the real desire of the body. The brain crashed and his palm pressed against his chest.
Lu Qiang was unbearable and his hands began to be irregular. Lu Yin reacted and quickly stopped.
He panted heavily and pressed her half on the sofa, blowing her breath on her cheek: "When will I get Lao Tzu?"
Lu Yin frowned: "Can you speak less vulgarly."
Lu Qiang changed the saying: "When do you sleep with me?"
"..."
She blushed for a while, and said with a scalp: "How long have we known each other...I don't know each other so much, if you are just for... this kind of thing, I think, I am not..."
"Okay," he took a breath and dragged her up, his voice dumb: "Touch it first."
Lu Yin was too late to stop, only to feel that his big palm slipped in from the back, squeezed in the middle with the buckle, the front was loose and tight, and her breath was stagnant...
After a long time, Lu Yin's underwear came up, his eyes bullied by the bully.
Lu Qiang is also not good, but after getting greedy, he gets more and more hungry. I'm afraid that it will really scare her and help her organize her clothes.
"Let's go." He kissed her forehead and muttered: "...really tortured."

Lu Qiang's residence is in a row of houses at the end of the market. It was built two years earlier than Luyin's. It is not a regular community. It is a lone brick building. Most of them are renters. They sell vegetables below. Earn a living.
Returning from Lu Yin, he left the community and took a secluded road. The roadside vegetable market had already closed down. The rotten vegetables and leaves were thrown everywhere. Fishy water splashed on the road, attracting mosquito flies and stinking.
He didn't smell it, he threw the coat on his shoulders, put his hands in his trouser pockets, didn't look at the road, and walked slowly. There are no street lights, there are not many residents, it is not a time to sell vegetables, and few people have ever been here.
There is no moonlight on the first day of the lunar calendar. Quietly around, the evening wind rolled up the plastic bags on the roadside and danced around the feet.
Lu Qiang spit on the side of his head and paused slightly. His head was still twisted, his eyes were fixed on a point in the void, and his eyes became sharp and sharp for a moment.
After standing for a few seconds, he retracted his gaze and continued to move forward.
This road is not wide, go straight down, turn into a hutong at the end, you can get home.
Lu Qiang took the clothes off his shoulders, squeezed them in his hands, and straightened his shoulders, the pace was bigger than before.
His ears moved slightly, and he heard whistling sounds accompanied by a slightly chaotic footsteps. Lu Qiang didn't look back and turned directly into the alley.
The alley is small and narrow, and only two adults can pass by. Lu Qiang took a few steps, and the exit was blocked by two black shadows. He leaned his head, his black eyes glanced to the left, and he also followed in his footsteps.
Lu Qiang simply stopped and asked, "Brother, which way is it?"
No one answered him, the shadow moved slowly, pinched back and forth, blocking him in the middle. Lu Qiang crossed the body and glanced left and right, three on one side and about seven or eight on the other side.
He sullenly said: "Here is a terrible life, asking for money, I'm afraid that a few of you have found the wrong person."
One of them was picky and shouted: "Come on, don't listen to his bullshit."
In an instant, all the black shadows pressed over, holding iron bars and wire ropes in everything.
Lu Qiang bare-handed, only one piece of clothing in his hand, the two people rushed up, he jumped up, his feet stared at the wall on the side, jumped half a meter high.
The two people bumped together, and Lu Qiang kicked the side down and fell two. He stepped on one of the chests, the clothes in his hands became whips, and flung on the shadowed face. The man wailed, his hands were loosened, and the iron bar took off.
Lu Qiang seized the tool, and the iron rod seemed to have life in his hand. His arms flicked gently, and he bowed left and right. No one could get close to him. Of the seven, seven, eight, and eight of the dark shadows, there were only three left. Qiang Lu just wanted to pass by, and then patted a few palms behind him, and then someone laughed.
"Lu Qiang, I haven't seen it in years. Is it still so good to reach out?"
Lu Qiang's eyes narrowed, and in a moment, the voice had been recognized.
Before he could speak, someone smashed a stick, and Lu Qiang raised his hand to hold it, his arm strength was enough to resist the stick, but he let go of the meal, but let go.
The stick fell straight down on his shoulder...
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