Chapter 9:

Nan Chu looked at him without saying a word, his eyes changed from exploration to interest.
Lin Luxiao put his hands in the pockets of his army trousers, raised his chin slightly towards the door, and reminded her with an open expression: "It's too late."
Nan Chu raised her eyebrows lightly and accepted the invitation very generously, so she stayed at Lin Luxiao's house.
Lin Luxiao nodded, "Close the door."
Then he bent over and opened the shoe cabinet, and took a pair of clean slippers to her from inside.
Nanchu closed the door and looked down at him: "... Did you just say that?"
Lin Luxiao turned around and walked in, leaving a sentence behind.
"I said no women wear them."
"..."
Nan Chu followed, Lin Luxiao walked to Da Liu's side, kicked him, motioned him to sit in, "Sit over."
Da Liu was talking to the people next to him, and looked back at Lin Luxiao, and when he moved inside very obediently, Yu Guang swept back at Nan Chu's figure, and looked at Lin Luxiao intently, ambiguously The eyes looked back and forth between the two of them, with an expression that I understood, and he didn't forget to encourage the brothers on the side, "Hey ah ah-anyhow, this is the first time our Xiao master takes a wife tonight, don't play Yan Son, refresh me, turning around to scare our sister-in-law—"
Lin Luxiao sat down and pressed his head until Liu's head was about to be pressed to the floor before he was relieved, and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense."
The voice was a little loose.
After speaking, he glanced at Nan Chu and motioned for her to sit.
Nanchu sat down next to Lin Luxiao’s buttocks. The army pants were pushed aside by her, and the man’s thighs were suddenly strangled. They were all muscles, very hard, but very well-proportioned. She looked down and looked at it, surprised. He was found to be much better than many male models.
Just as Nanchu was looking at it, the black skirt rubbed against the back of Lin Luxiao's instep.
But the hem of his pants was pressed and he couldn't close his feet. He glanced at her, his tone was light: "Did your mother teach you how to sit?"
At the beginning of the South, he smiled and said seriously: "Big ass, I wronged you."
"..."
...
Tonight, this group of people are all Lin Luxiao who grew up playing as a child, and the fat guy who started out-Da Liu, has loved to follow Lin Luxiao's buttocks since he was young. If anyone says Lin Luxiao’s is not, he can rush Go up and smash the front teeth. The man next to him who was carrying a wine bottle and blushing with a thick neck was called Sun Mingyang. He was also a tough guy. When he was a child, he had a fight with Lin Luxiao and confronted him everywhere. Later, when he grew up, he discovered this group of yards. The two of them became soldiers. And the man over there who sits on the solo sofa smoking a cigarette, playing with a mobile phone and wearing a string of Buddhist beads is called Shen Mu.
Da Liu was familiar with himself, and took Nan Chu to introduce the brothers in this circle enthusiastically.
And Nanchu, who lacked family and friendship since childhood, has never felt this way. It is indescribable, but his heart is full. I can vaguely see that at the end of the light, people keep beckoning to you, as if to say,-Welcome to his world.
Although the master of the world was smoking a cigarette lightly, there was nothing to say.
When Da Liu talked about this, his eyes were filled with light, "Ming Yang is like Lu Xiao, both soldiers, don’t look at the two people fighting when they were young, Ming Yang is actually thinking of Master Xiao, he loves everything. learn."
Speaking of this, Sun Mingyang threw a pillow over there. Liu had long eyes like the back of his head. He had been prepared for a long time, and flexibly hid to the side. He was impartial and just hit Nanchu's forehead.
...
Lin Luxiao glanced at Sun Mingyang.
Sun Mingyang was so excited, he hurriedly apologized to Nan Chu: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Hand skaters!"
Da Liu picked up the pillow and slammed it back, his mouth still plausible, "Dare to smash my sister-in-law! Wait for Xiaoye to clean up you!"
This little sister-in-law made Nan Chu feel refreshed and refreshed. Seeing the chubby and round Liu became more and more pleasing to the eye, then she glanced at Lin Luxiao, who was still smoking silently beside her, and decided to be generous and decent. "Little sister-in-law" smiled, "It's okay, just for fun."
It’s really beautiful at the beginning of the South, especially tonight this small looks neat. When he laughed, his eyes were like crescents. Da Liu was instantly fascinated by the three souls and five ways. He said in his heart: Damn, where did you find this? Fairy!
Da Liu had no resistance to beauties when he was a child, but this is the case, he has no femininity.
At the entrance of Hengjie San Hutong where they lived at that time, there was a fortune teller who was blind. He brought a famous standard to them. At that time, every family gave birth to a child and loved to show the birth date to the fortune teller.
As soon as Lin Luxiao and the others were born, the parents took the birthday horoscope and found a fortune teller to count.
Parents go home with a few words of her husband's motto, which is also a tradition, and they have their own contests in their hearts.
It wasn't until Lin Luxiao and the others grew up. At that time, they were skinny. After hearing people say that there was this tradition, Liu pestered the fortune teller every day to ask the secret. The fortune teller shook his head and didn't answer.
Lin Luxiao didn't care about these things, he died, and he never believed in Buddhism and Shintoism.
Da Liu opened his mouth and asked, "Help me do the calculations. How many wives can I marry in the future?"
Everyone was stunned.
Lin Luxiao was quite a fan at the time. He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets and kicked Da Liu's ass, laughing and cursing: "The state stipulates that you can only marry one! You still want to marry a few!"
Everyone laughed, the fortune-teller shook his head and said to them, I will give you a word.
Liu still remembers what the fortune teller gave him.
Unknowing goods, suffering for half a lifetime; ignoring people, suffering for a lifetime.
But he still didn't understand it, just as that gentleman was playing mystery.
Liu brought his mind back, and continued to say to Nan Chu: "Really, after this kid was admitted to the military academy, he immediately went to join the conscription for college students. As a result, his reckless temper caused him to accidentally hit and enter the special force."
Nan Chu asked curiously: "Then who did he fight with Lin Luxiao?"
"He never won a fight with Lu Xiao." Speaking of this, Liu remembered that when he was a child, Lin Luxiao was cruel, and couldn't stop him: "Lu Xiao was very cruel. I remember once his brother, Lin Qi, you know Right?"
Nan Chu nodded, "I know."
When Liu heard that he even knew his younger brother. Most of the younger sister-in-law was reliable. Even if it was not, he was on the way to success. So he became more and more of Nanchu as his own, and said with interest: "Little Qi, brother is not healthy. Okay, I was often bullied when I was in school, and I was beaten up with a bruised nose and swollen face. Lu Xiao was in junior high school. When he came home, he broke the bridge of the nose at his home. Mingyang and Mu Ge La I couldn't hold it, but when I returned home, he was confined to his dad and—"
Halfway through the conversation, Liu was kicked.
Sitting between the two of them, Lin Luxiao was wiping the soot, glanced at him, and said sarcastically, "If you have this skill to tell people stories, why don't you tell stories?"
Liu refused, "Didn’t I help you take care of your sister-in-law? You see you patronize your own cigarettes and ignore others. I will help you take care of them. You also asked me to talk about storytelling. I said you’re so emotional. Low, how did you find a girlfriend?"
Speaking of this, it suddenly occurred to me that my eyes brightened, and he looked at Lin Luxiao, "Hey--you are not jealous, are you?"
Lin Luxiao rolled his eyes directly, "Go away."
"Well, I'll get out, don't bother you two."
Then Da Liu Zhen rolled off and went to find Sun Mingyang to punch him. Sun Mingyang obviously disliked him, and slapped him on his forehead to make him roll. Da Liu turned his head and smoked a sultry cigarette, taking a sip of red wine from time to time, with all his eyes Shen Mu complained on the mobile phone: "Brother Mu, why do you say that the two soldiers are so rude? They are always getting offended."
Shen Mu didn't lift his head either: "Go away."
"..."
Da Liu was silent for a while, "Don't you believe in Buddhism? The Buddha said you can't swear."
...
After Liu left, the sofa was instantly more spacious, and Lin Luxiao moved aside.
Nanchu looked at the slightly drawn gap between the two and asked him, "Why don't you explain?"
Lin Luxiao turned to look at her, "Explain what?"
"Explain that I am not your girlfriend."
The of those boys, Green and Lu Xiao, grew up playing with him, and he knew too well. If he explained too much, he felt that he had a ghost in his heart, and he was never an explanation person. After a long time, he would naturally understand.
And at that time, he thought that it should be the last time he and Nanchu met. He sent her home to make things clear and told Nanchu not to come to him again. Liu and the others would not see her in the future, so they naturally understood a misunderstanding. , Why spend a cigarette time to explain.
With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, he smiled and said nothing.
The man leaned forward and was about to touch the lighter on the coffee table, only to be touched by the quick-eyed Nanchu.
The black metal square lighter was pinched by the woman's white and soft hands. Nan Chu turned it around and adjusted the direction. With a flick of his slender fingertips, the lid flicked open, and the thumb turned, and the flame was bright.
The fluttering flames.
Lin Luxiao still stopped in mid-air, twisted and looked at her, with the cigarette still in his mouth.
The light in the living room was clearly lit, but the flame felt brighter.
"Hurry up, it's hot." Nan Chu urged in a low voice.
Lin Luxiao lowered his head and smiled, leaning over, and holding her flame, smoking the smoke, leaning back on the sofa, spitting smoke, turned his head and glanced at the girl beside him.
Bright eyes and white teeth, charming.
Somehow, he suddenly remembered when he was admitted to the military academy and left Hengjie.
What the gentleman said to him while standing at the entrance of San Hutong.
"Your child is proud and bloody, and will be a hero in the future."
Then, the husband sighed again.
Although he didn't believe in numerology or the like, he also found it interesting, so he asked more, "What are you sighing?"
Mr. said: "Heroes have been saddened by beauty since ancient times."