High Climb

Chapter 122: No Letter from the South 1

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It was less than five o'clock when the alarm clock rang. The five-yuan red alarm clock was extremely cheap. Xiaoyu chose it because it was very loud.

And there is a lid, you don’t know it is an alarm clock when it is closed.

A hand stretched over and pressed the button directly. It was not light at five o'clock in winter, and the small room was only warm with the blankets.

People are always greedy for that kind of warmth. Rao is Xiaoyu, but he still lingers for two minutes.

Two minutes later, she yawned and sat up. There was no window in this utility room and it was dark all year round. She turned on the bedside lamp and changed her clothes while sighing.

She didn't even bother to wear a bra, a pilling turtleneck sweater outside the warm clothing, and a black cotton coat, her feet stepped into the faded sneakers and opened the door to wash her face.

There has been movement at five o'clock in this residential area. The sooner you start work, the better, and you pay on time. I hate to have to sleep.

The whole living room was very quiet. The goldfish bought by the child was still in an enamel cup, and Xiaoyu kicked it when passing by.

In the past two days, there is no one at home. My mother and stepfather have gone to the hospital in the provincial capital, and there is only one bear child who is staying at home and has to cook.

Before, she didn't eat at home all day long. The cake shop didn't cover food. The food was average, but she was full.

Now she has to come back.

The bicycle was locked in the carport downstairs. Xiaoyu’s bicycle was an old-fashioned 28th year old. His stepfather’s early property, later bought a motorcycle, left it there, covered in dust, and was taken by Xiaoyu for his own use.

Fortunately, her legs are long, otherwise not only the cushion will be forced, but also the feet.

In the gray sky, the people who used flashlights shrank their shoulders and pockets, and the cold air that came out of the air was whirling white in the air.

Xiaoyu rode the bike with one hand, with one hand in his pocket, and his gloves were woolen. He somehow broke a hole before, and he was very cold while riding.

At five o'clock, the most lively market in the county is the vegetable market.

Early to buy fish is the freshest, and so is pork, not long after the first kill.

Xiaoyu didn't have much money in her pocket, and she didn't want to buy meat. She bought a bunch of cabbage and went to the tofu stall to buy two pieces. There were still bacon hanging on the wall of the house. Cut a few slices and stew it.

The lights of the meat stall were all red, and three or five old ladies gathered around, picking and picking that the ribs were good.

Ribs.

Xiaoyu pulled the bicycle by, with heavy tofu hanging on the handlebars. He specially asked the boss to pack an extra bag for fear that he might ride the bicycle.

She suddenly thought of Tu Jin. Before they left, they went to the next restaurant.

Tu Jin spends money very well, she is naturally squeamish, and she is not the same as other ladies on the stage.

Xiaoyu sometimes thinks she is like a younger sister.

Especially when ordering food, she said: "I am cute and eat pork ribs. Hey, I told you that the sweet and sour that my mother made for me when I was young is delicious."

"Salt and pepper are also good. Steamed ones need a thousand pieces of winter melon or corn...I can eat two bowls of rice."

Xiaoyu laughed: "It's real or fake."

In the noisy restaurant, the sound of men drinking was mixed with the sound of clinking glasses, there was the gurgling air of fish head pot, and the voice of the boss and the people gagging.

Tu Jin glared at the girl opposite, "Really, I might have eaten it when you were your age."

Xiaoyu had cut her hair, as short as a man, but her facial features were too good. From the basic appearance of ordinary people like her parents, she developed by leaps and bounds. The immaturity that has not grown is mixed with the maturity that has been nourished by others. , The purity was mixed with turbid desires, so that the fine bangs hung down on his eyebrows, and Tu Jin was shocked when he looked over.

For a moment, she felt that she had dug a treasure.

But the next moment a ray of sadness came up again, and she felt that she had ruined such a baby.

Xiaoyu didn't realize it. She picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs just served with her chopsticks. It was a bit hot. She blew, "Then I will eat you."

Tu Jin: "Then I am already very poor."

She held her chin in her hands, and her curly hair was halfway down and hung on her chest. Even if the two of them were eating out casually, she had to dress up.

Some customs are poison. Xiao Yu bites his ribs while watching Tu Jin, making Tu Jin feel like he is being bitten by the other party.

I was hot all over.

Xiaoyu curled the corners of her lips and moved closer, "Then you can make spare ribs?"

Tu Jin doesn't know how to cook, but the idle workers in these years can still feed themselves.

It’s just that it’s too difficult to get out of the restaurant if you want to be more refined. She carried the life of the lady in her bones. When she was a child, her mother was chased and beaten with a feather duster, saying that the maid’s life was still the lady.

But she really became a lady, that kind of lady.

Thinking of this, Tu Jin smiled, "It can only be steamed, but it can't be boiled after washing it well."

She spoke lightly, the alcohol in the air came up, and Xiao Yu opened a bottle of shochu on the table.

Tu Jin: "Can you drink?"

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "You can just drink and drink if you open it."

Learn from others, but Tu Jin's poignant tone is not something she can read casually.

Xiaoyu and Tu Jin have been together for so long, but they don’t really know each other’s affairs. They live upstairs and downstairs. They are all fighting each other. After the sexual intercourse, they smoke a cigarette and lean together naked. chat.

But I rarely talk about housework.

Xiaoyu has nothing to say, what is visible to the naked eye has nothing to do with his family.

The stepfather is weird, the mother is weak, and the reborn brother is an oil bottle, but to others, Xiaoyu is the oil bottle.

Tu Jin said nothing to stop him, and occasionally talked about men. He said that during his years in Guangzhou, he met strange guests, and said that he had been with a rich second generation and liked to call her mother.

The relationship between her and Xiaoyu is not like being a partner, nor is it like a little lover. She doesn't know how to define it until now, only knowing that she hasn't engaged with others after being with Xiaoyu.

She didn't have much interest, but she did a good job. The sisters all said whether she was hiding in the family, making herself a clean man, and at best she was so beautiful that she could be a mural, and she earned less money.

After all, Xiaoyu's face and figure, it's hard to find a second one.

Tu Jin sometimes thinks, if Xiaoyu is a man, then I will marry him.

But in a blink of an eye he laughed and laughed at himself, how could a man marry her.

Xiao Yu never gets angry, but Tu Jin seems to be happy to talk about the past, the world in the south and the north, the sleepy long-distance bus, the fat man licking the oil in the green train, the stolen suitcase, the inexplicably missing bra and Panties.

The life of instant noodles was molested by a policeman who checked his ID card.

Her world is very small, a small county town, a few roads, and she can go shopping in less than an hour in her junior year.

Tu Jin carried a sense of distant direction on his body, which gave Xiaoyu hope for the future.

It's just that Tu Jin occasionally burst into flames, hey, with a hand to pinch Xiaoyu's arm, "I said I've gotten involved with so many people before, didn't you respond?"

Xiaoyu was still smoking. She twisted it so unexpectedly, and the cigarette fell to the ground. She bent over to pick it up naked, her slender figure, with a sense of loneliness.

There are still obvious scars on the back, and long strips are drawn.

Tu Jin looked at it and felt distressed, so he hugged Xiao Yu from behind, with a soft chest pressed to the other's back, Xiao Yu sighed and said why you are like this.

Have you studied Sichuan Opera?

Xiao Yu's tone is always a little cold, this person is actually not easy to approach at first glance, with a bit of meanness, most people will not look at her carefully, because she always feels that she is not easy to get along with.

In addition, he was cold and indifferent all the year round, and he couldn't say anything good, and he didn't have many friends.

The cake shop can let her do

The apprentice, one is that she feels at ease, and the other is that Xiaoyu tied her hair that day, and the advantage of a good face is fully reflected.

It's not that Tu Jin hasn't passed by the cake shop. He looked down through the glass to see Xiaoyu who was making cakes. It was just after school, and many junior high school students passed by and whispered that this person is a little pretty.

"What do I want to do?" Xiaoyu put out the cigarette, turned around, hugged Tu Jin and covered the two people with the quilt. "I can't go back to that meeting."

She couldn't say anything good, and Tu Jin got used to it.

"You have a few people with whom you want to follow. It's your decision." Xiaoyu grabbed Tu Jin's hand, lowered his head and kissed him little by little, as if he was dealing with something precious. ."

It's so simple.

Tu Jin lifted her face, drooling over her face.

The two ordered three dishes and one soup, and they chatted while mixing with the wine.

Tu Jin felt that he had been in the business for many years, and his drinking and pretending to have an **** had become superb. He didn't expect Xiaoyu to drink better.

The face doesn't change color, at most the ears and neck are red.

On the way back, Xiaoyu was holding Tujin, listening to the person with a knotted tongue talking about the past.

"My mother, it's so mean. The stewed ribs always eat ribs, and I can eat everything. At most, I'll give me a piece of tofu. There is only one bite of the soup."

"Sweet and sour are only available for the New Year," Tu Jin said angrily, grabbing Xiaoyu's hand, "If it wasn't for me, could they build a house?"

Xiaoyu didn't speak, but looked at her. She didn't even know that when she faced Tu Jin, her eyes seemed to have stars, condensed together, mixed with seemingly indifference, which was like no one else.

It's just that at that time she was still young and had nothing, and one dollar had to be broken into several dollars.

I bought lipstick for Tu Jin from her escape fund.

"If I were a man... a man would be fine..." Tu Jin leaned against Xiao Yu, drunk, and on the street in the middle of the night, a round of fringed moon hung in the night sky, and the lively stall just started." I will definitely not be sold...sold."

Xiaoyu hugged her. She was taller than Tu Jin, except that Tu Jin wore high heels all the year round, biting her **** when walking, and her eyebrows were glamorous, giving people a sense of rampage.

Pretending to be invincible.

"miss home?"

Halfway through, Tu Jin couldn't walk anymore. Xiaoyu was carrying her high heels on her back.

Tu Jin's chin was pressed against Xiaoyu's neck, "It's useless to think...it's useless."

"It's long gone... no more."

Xiaoyu smiled, "After that, you can miss me."

She carries

As Tu Jin walked along the small road, the narrow alley covered with electric wires above his head, the pear-shaped light bulb rang, and a wild cat passed by and quickly fled.

Xiaoyu never felt so relieved. She walked very slowly, and Tu Jin was still muttering, complaining about this and that, and finally talked about the ribs.

"That taste, I haven't eaten it for many years."

"Girl, what are you doing standing stupidly, do you buy it?"

The boss of the meat stall is a fat man and speaks very loudly. Xiaoyu was called back to his senses by him, and found that the old man and the old lady who were around had already left.

She nodded, "I bought it."

The twenties and eighth, the plastic bags were hung on the handlebars, and Xiaoyu rode home in the morning breeze in winter.

The rice cooker’s porridge is ready, and the dead child is still sleeping. Xiaoyu washed the ribs and stewed them on the pressure cooker. While knocking himself a salted duck egg, he took PHS and texted Tu Jin——

"You should be back today, right?"

The author has something to say: Everyone can make up for me~~~~~~~~~~

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