Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

Another month passed, and on Sunday evening,

Lu Qiang received a letter express, the blue and white cover, the corners have been curled and wrinkled.

He rolled his eyes and couldn't help but lick his lips.

The words on it are crooked and familiar.

The recipient's column read Qian Yuanqing, the address is Qianshulin Village, Wuqing County, Huaizhou City. The sender's name is Lu Qiang.

The courier he sent was returned intact.

Lu Qiang squeezed the corner of the hand tightly, and after a few seconds, he tore open the express delivery seal. The contents are very thin and light, just two pieces of paper, a check of 100,000 yuan, and a letter. The letter was filled with half a page of paper, but it could be seen that it was written on a stroke by stroke basis.

He read it from beginning to end, folded it, moved his fingers, folded it in half, paused for a moment, and suddenly tore the letter apart.

At the entrance of the community are residents who come and go. He took a step back, turned around, and threw his contents into the express bag. Some fragments fell on the ground, revealing half of the word "married marriage", and was blown away by the wind in only a moment.

Looking at the cheque, Lu Qiang finally collected it with the pile of waste paper.

He went to the house, and someone called him: "Brother Qiang."

Lu Qiang stopped, carrying two pockets of lamb slices and various vegetables in his hand, and rushed in. "Brother Qiang, why can't you get a phone call? I played all day."

Lu Qiang glanced at his hand: "It's broken."

"Why is it broken?"

"Broken."

Suddenly, "Nothing happened?"

"No." He didn't say it was the door that day, but only said: "It fell accidentally."

Genzi breathed a sigh of relief: "Your old machine should also be changed," he walked into the house with Qiang Qiang, "I will buy you a smart one tomorrow. Now that the technology is developed, the screens are unlocked with fingerprints, you say Then, it can help you dial the phone."

Lu Qiang did not take the stubble, put the express on the table: "How come it came directly?"

Genzi said: "How long has it been since I got together, I think this place is very good, so I decided to save Kundong and they rubbed it together, and everything was bought, and Dalong went to buy a pot."

Lu Qiang lay on the table with his legs folded, lit a cigarette, and said nothing.

Genzi has no idea. He always feels that something is wrong with him today and he is not in a good mood. He tentatively asked, "Brother, is it convenient?"

Lu Qiang spit out the smoke ring and glanced: "Inconvenient."

Genzi was shocked, but he suddenly saw a corner of his mouth: "Late later, wait for fewer people."

Genzi sat down on his chair and relaxed, before observing this small hut. The electric fan on the table was blowing hot air. He glanced over and saw the courier placed next to him, his neck was blurred, and the words on it were vague, but he could see clearly, and his heart was clear.

"Brother," he asked, "was it returned again?"

"Ok."

"A few years ago, you asked me to send the money back, and I sent it to your Italian account."

Lu Qiang nodded.

"You can rest assured that I transferred it with Sister Li Qing's account, no one can find out."

Lu Qiang: "Well."

The roots are puzzled: "I don't understand, brother, you don't have money, every day..."

He stopped talking and secretly looked at Lu Qiang. No wonder Genzi said that he was wearing a thin white jersey and old Beijing old cloth shoes. He usually ate his buns and ate roadside stalls. If this face and the muscles on his body could bluff people, he would be treated as a beggar.

Lu Qiang also glanced at himself and said to himself: "I have been in prison for a long time, and I forgot how to spend money." After a pause, I looked at the express delivery: "I can't spend the place I want to spend."

Genzi said, "Would you like to go back to your hometown?"

After a pause of two seconds, Lu Qiang looked out the window: "Go back without a face."

Genzi said: "It's easy to say what comes out now, she will forgive you one day, after all, you are..."

Lu Qiang did not want to say this again, interrupting him: "What did you say about the smartphone?"

Genzi immediately repeated the function again.

Lu Qiang nodded the desktop: "You will be fine to pick me up tomorrow."

"Ok?"

Lu Qiang said: "Find local consumption."

...

At ten o'clock in the evening, the community was silent and the street lights in the distance shed a mild light.

The people who walked and danced were scattered almost, with only a few sporadic late returns, hurried past the door. The stone table behind the sentry box was temporarily used to put tableware, and the pot in the middle was bubbling, the smoke was curling, and the smell of meat was overflowing.

The men were shirtless and sat around the stone table. Lu Qiang is very popular, and occasionally a resident, not only does not complain, but also greets with a smile, asking a meal so late.

Kun Dong brought two bottles of Erguotou, and it didn't take long to see the bottom. Everyone was drinking red and red, and the heat was roasting and sweating, but it was not good. Lu Qiang has an extra hurdle vest, but can't cover the pimples on his body. His shoulder muscles are sturdy and sexy, exuding savage beauty under soft light.

Hey drinking, several people shouted in their voices, shouting five and six.

Lu Qiang frowned: "Little voice."

The volume is now down. Lu Qiang picked up a pair of chopsticks to put the meat in the soup and rinsed it back and forth twice, without sticking to the spices. He threw it directly into the mouth and finished smoking the cigarette in his hand.

An hour later, after drinking enough wine to start eating meat, Kun Dong glanced at the path in front of the door and accompanied the two women.

He said: "Brother Qiang, your eyes are not blessed, there are many beautiful women in this place."

Lu Qiang didn't raise his head: "It's you. All day long I was thinking about something in the crotch."

Kun Dong choked.

"Yes," Genzi took over: "And you see through your eyes? Everyone has passed for a long time, how do you know it is a beauty?"

Kun Dong touched his chin: "Just looking at the figure, you can't look wrong."

Genzi glanced at his eyes. "You're **** blind! Is this not bad? He even fell behind his heels and couldn't keep up with Li Qing."

Lu Qiang laughed with a sneer: "Fortune."

Kun Dong scolded him: "You are not blind, Li Qing is not drooping, but your chest is off your grandma's house."

"Fuck," Genzi jumped up and beat him with chopsticks: "You say it again..."

The others laughed, and the dragon suddenly whistled, and Lu Qiang looked up at him.

Dalong's eyes were straight, "Look at this, this is good..."

Several people looked down at him, and a woman just came in the doorway, passing the front of the box. The man lifted his horse's tail high, lowered his eyes, and looked beautiful. The warm light brightened her smooth forehead, her eyebrows were straight, and her nose was straight. She wore a slightly tight black shirt with a full outline on her chest, her hem bundled into white pencil pants, a narrow waist, and a hip-shaped pouch.

Da Long whistled again.

This time when the woman heard it, she turned her head, but didn't dare to look in this direction. Her steps were slightly paused, but her pace was more urgent than before.

The dragon jumped up, "Hey, chick."

The woman ran away.

Genzi said, "This is really superb."

"Where, where?" Kun Dong also followed, "I didn't see clearly..."

The little white dot disappeared into the field of vision. Lu Qiang withdrew his gaze, and as soon as the few people rushed to the table, he was kicked back to the stool without breathing. He shouted: "All the mothers stopped. Click."

***

Later in the night, in the community garden.

A pair of men and women sat on the bench under the street lamp, and there was a lady’s backpack between them. After a while, they did not speak and sat down cautiously.

After a while, the woman turned her head to look next to her and whispered, "It's too late, I'm going home."

"Don't sit back for a while."

Her hip fell back: "...Did you have something to tell me? After sitting for half an hour, you didn't say anything."

"...Nothing."

"That's nothing to say?"

"…Have."

"Then say it!"

"..."

She rubbed the ground with her soles and got up and said, "I'm gone."

"Wait."

He stood up immediately, blocking her path.

The man's figure was small and his tone of voice was gentle, and he behaved like a southerner. The woman was almost as tall as him, staring at him, not showing irritability and impatience, pursing her lips slightly, her eyes full of hope and encouragement. But he was very supportive and could not speak for half a word.

It was extremely quiet at the moment, without the vocal noises and the hustle and bus of the car whistle, only the rhythmic chirps of the worms in the grass, with a single sound, like a lullaby to the earth.

On the bench in the hidden corner, Mars disappeared, and if you look closely, you can distinguish the individual sitting in the shadow.

The woman was finally anxious and took two steps forward: "It's so difficult, don't say anything."

"No, I just..."

"Just what?"

"..."

The people in the shadow shouted coldly: "Don't you just fall in love with the girl? It's really hard to say the word."

The two excited, looking at the same direction.

A dark shoal under the shade of trees, where the street lights could not shine, and with the little red light at his fingertips, he could not see his appearance at all.

He smoked a cigarette and muttered: "The confession of the old man hurts."

The young men and women glanced at each other in shock.

In front of the weak woman, he finally looked like a man and put her in his arms: "Don't be afraid, it's me." Then he rushed at the man: "What has to do with you, scaring people and hiding drunk behind most of the night ."

Lu Qiang didn't care too much, watching them leave side by side, going further and further. The backs of the two hands wiped off unintentionally, parted a bit, and touched again, and kept trying to chase, and finally, finally took each other's hands.

The picture is bland, but it warmly pokes people's nerves.

Lu Qiang smiled and pulled his gaze back. The cigarette butts on the ground quickly piled up into a hill, and he was full of alcohol and smoke.

It's easy to get drunk with something in my heart.

He also threw that half of his hand and raised his eyelids.

Opposite is a residential building, Wanjia lights are extinguished one by one, the warm yellow light in the window is the most tender color. He was drunk and muddy, squinting for half a day before counting: the lights on the sixth floor were all gone, there were three lights on the fifth floor, two lights on the fourth floor, four lights on the second floor, and four lights on the first floor.

Only one lighted on the third floor.

It didn't take long for the window on the third floor to cast a shadow, and the light behind pinched her waist so thinly that she wore a small sling and spread it, and her hair was gently blown by the breeze.

After blowing the wind for a while, she inserted her fingers. She fiddled twice in the hair, and took one side with her hand, stroked her neck, and tightened the curtain with one hand.

Lu Qiang's finger ticked the scar on his forehead, and when he looked again, the light went out.

He stood up ‘teng’, shook slightly, and quickly walked in that direction.

The lamp in the corridor was still broken, the door was tightly closed, and the darkness was still dark. He stood quietly outside the door.

After a while, Lu Qiang raised his hand, supported the door panel, and tapped his finger on it a few times.

Kun Dong took two bottles of Erguotou, and Lu Qiang drank a bottle. He was afraid that he was really drunk, and his reason was not complete.

...

Lu Yin was lying in bed trying to fall asleep.

There was a slight noise at the door, and she opened her eyes in the darkness and looked in that direction. After holding his breath for a few seconds, the silence remained the same, Lu Yin withdrew his gaze, found a comfortable posture, and closed his eyes again.

The night was long and difficult.

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