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

Thump, thump—

In the dark, Lu Yin only heard his heartbeat.

He stood right in front of him, his body wrapped tightly around her, and the smell of this person lingered on the nose, and she couldn't breathe the fresh air. But the corridor was narrow, as if there should have been this distance between them. She could not find a reasonable reason to push or yell.

What he asked just now caused her to stagnate for a moment, with a thorn stuck in her throat, not knowing how to answer it.

Lu Qiang did not mean to step back, and his chest fell together, breathing regularly.

Lu Yin couldn't stand it, trying to break the awkward impasse and moved to the right door.

Just a half-step, she stopped with a shock, and a shock was extremely abrupt in a quiet space. After a half second, Lu Yin hurriedly took the phone from her bag and retreated to the door without any trace.

She went out, one inside the door and one outside the door.

Lu Yin looked at the call and picked it up quickly.

"Husband?"

"..." Ye Fan, "Yin Yin? It's me..."

"How long have you been home?"

The other party was silent for two seconds, reminding: "I am Ye Fan!"

"Almost coming to the community? I also just entered the door."

"...Are you crazy?"

She bit her lip and daringly asked, "What do you want to eat at night? I'll buy it."

There was a swearing over there, hating that iron is not steel: "How long has it been, can you cheer up."

"Just steamed sea bass, or sweet and sour steak or crispy chicken."

The receiver shouted: "What good is that bastard, it's worth making yourself a neuropathy."

Ye Fan's tone was bad, and Lu Yin listened, and then walked a few steps away, and turned down the microphone volume.

Lu Qiang snorted slightly and shook his head. He also stood sideways in the door and turned his head to see the blurry outline in the corridor. It was very quiet at the moment, the end of the phone was agitated, and there was a lot of noise. On the contrary, she spoke softly and softly, like the soft wind of Xia Ye, the bones of the person who called her "husband" were numb.

Lu Qiang put his hand in his pocket. He brushed his tongue on his lower lip several times, drinking too little water. His lips had a dry vertical line, moisturized, and his lips were wet, but he became more thirsty, hoping for a cup of purity in front of him. Refreshing water.

Lu Yin said: "Is there anything else I want to eat?"

"...What's the matter with you?" Ye Fan slowed down and asked worriedly, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

"It's good...so that's it."

"Don’t scare me, or you’ll be waiting at home, I’ll go find you..."

"No, I'll buy it, see you later." Before finishing over, Lu Yin cut off the phone first.

Lu Qiang glanced at her again, removed his gaze, and returned his hand, accurately pressing the lights in the corridor.

Lu Yin was still standing in the corridor straight, a sudden bright light made her eyes uncomfortable, but she finally found a sense of security.

Lu Qiang asked: "Where to put it?"

She looked back and glanced at the box on his shoulder. "Just open it up."

He put the things down, glanced at the room again, and turned out.

After passing her, Lu Yin moved back half a step and whispered, "Thank you."

Lu Qiang stopped and looked down at her.

Her soft waist was attached to the armrest, her upper body leaned back, her collarbone appeared straighter, and there were two deep dimples on her shoulder, suitable for undulating it with her fingers. His gaze lowered, and this action made the shape in front of her meet him, protruding and waving, but she didn't know it.

Lu Qiang hooked the bridge of his nose and stepped back quietly, afraid that she would fall down if she did anything more.

After a stalemate, Lu Yin repeated: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"... See you then."

"Goodbye."

Lu Qiang turned and went downstairs. After two sessions, he stood still again, raised his eyes, and had two short lines on his forehead. "Will you cook?"

Lu Yin somehow: "..."

"Looks like it will do a lot."

"..."

"Will the little stew?"

"...Never did it."

"Learning, it's delicious."

After saying this, he went downstairs, and the voice control light on the second floor turned on, and he never looked back.

Lu Yin stood in the corridor for a moment, the phone buzzing in his hand, Ye Fan. She entered the house, closed the door with her backhand, and answered the phone to explain what was happening.

***

Back in the security room, Lao Li had packed up and chatted with the passing residents.

When he saw him coming back, he waved his hand, and the residents walked in. When they met Lu Qiang, they said hello with a smile again. Lu Qiang nodded and went to the house to find water.

Lao Li patted the bicycle seat, raised the pedal, "Sent?"

Lu Qiang tilted his head to irrigate the water, drinking at a rapid rate, and some chin flowed to his chest. He was good at it, and there was a "huh" sound in his nose.

Old Li said: "Then I'm gone."

Lu Qiang didn't answer, took off half of his sleeves, his dark chest like a layer of oil, he took two clothes casually and put on a security uniform. There were five buttons, one on each, and the third, he paused and walked out, screaming, "Lao Li."

Lao Li stopped: "What's the matter?"

Lu Qiang narrowed his eyes: "It's okay."

"Then call me!"

Lu Qiang said: "The woman's name was Lu Yin just now?"

"...Ah." He reacted.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Six or seven years, her family is also out of town, renting a house..." Lao Li looked at him: "What do you ask?"

Lu Qiang said: "Familiar with the situation."

Old Li knew it and nodded in praise.

He handed the cigarette to Lao Li and ordered one himself: "She is married?"

"Seems."

Lu Qiangyan reached his mouth, his movements stagnate. Lao Li put the pedals back in place, ready to smoke this cigarette before leaving. He thought about it for a while, "It seems like it was the beginning of this month."

Lu Qiang didn't speak. He took a breath and exhaled. There was no wind, the smoke rings gathered together, and the air was full of spicy and pungent taste.

Old Li Zu glanced at him: "Is this a good idea?"

He bowed his head and said nothing.

Old Li sighed and then said: "But ah, life is impermanent, it was a happy event," he paused, "It's a pity..."

Lu Qiang looked up suddenly: "What a pity?"

"I also heard from others, I don't know the true or false, the marriage seems to have not been completed, saying that a third party came out halfway, making a big noise at the wedding..." He clapped his hands twice and divided them : "One shot and two shots."

"true and false?"

Old Li Bai glanced at him: "When I said it, I heard it. Who knows the truth?"

Lu Qiang was silent for a moment. He remembered that rainy day, the embarrassed figure, the sad and sad expression, and a white gauze appeared at an inappropriate crossroads.

Everything is right.

It turned out that he thought for a moment and couldn't help but bend his corner of his mouth: "So bear? Lost to a small child?"

Lao Li said: "The girl's children are about to be born, and there is no way to complete it."

Lu Qiang looked at him: "You have enough gossip."

"It's not gossip. Speaking of that, the man hasn't seen him recently. I'm afraid he moved out early and doesn't live here anymore. No wonder," he paused. "There seems to be a reason for the child."

"How to say?"

"I heard that the two have been together for six or seven years, but Xiaolu's stomach hasn't moved. Women can't give birth, and men have a heart."

Lu Qiang looked up at him again, half of the smoke was left, he sucked in one bite, his cheeks went in, Mars went out, and he threw the ground and stepped on his feet.

He changed to a comfortable standing posture, relaxed all over, and stood lazier.

There was no wind just now, and the sultry heat was stuck on my body to kill people. At this time, there was a breeze blowing, the distant Begonia was flourishing. From the hot wind, it seemed to be able to distinguish a trace of fragrance. The heart was a few minutes ago. The restlessness also calmed down.

For a moment, he smirked: "Maybe he is not useful."

Lao Li heard something, and nodded him: "Your boy, don't move your mind, I saw it, it was a good girl."

Lu Qiang glanced: "I am like a bad person?"

Lao Li didn't answer his question. He only glanced up and down for a moment and said: "...not suitable." Nor did he say anything inappropriate.

Lu Qiang joked: "It doesn't fit, it's up to me."

Lao Li smiled and didn't take it seriously. After smoking, he rode into the car and went home.

Lu Qiang watched his back disappear and turned his gaze back. He was left alone near the sentry box, and the square dance was added to the community garden. The joyous tune that remained unchanged for thousands of years rendered the faraway lively.

He was quiet and silent, and the lights flowed from the height, through the thick branches, and there was not much light below.

He remembered the night, the Wanjia lights, and the breeze slowly.

The car whistle outside the community. He stood out, far away, and saw a head sticking out of the car. The wind gently blew her hair, her neck was long and her face was beautiful.

The face suddenly broke into sight, and the surroundings were dim, except for a half-old street lamp above her head. The dim light softened her face. He heard the sound of "Dong", and a stone fell in the heart lake, and no matter how hard the shell was, it was not enough to cover up the little joy of surprise.

He never knew that it turned out that he was waiting for an unknown reunion.

...

That night Lu Qiang was sleepless.

The district became quieter and quieter, the lights of the windows went out one by one, there was no TV in the sentry box, an old radio wowed, the advertisement was being broadcast, and the male doctor went to a certain hospital...

Lu Qiang turned the button, another channel was playing an old song,

He put his legs on the table and looked out the window. The street lights went out and the night was quiet. He pressed the phone. The phone was the popular model he had just entered. The screen lighted up after a long reaction. He glanced at the time and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

There was also a person who didn’t sleep. Lu Yin turned over and over and couldn’t fall asleep. This situation has been going on for half a month. Even if her heart slowly calmed down, her biological clock was disrupted and she couldn’t sleep for a moment.

She turned out of bed, turned over the box and turned over the cabinet, and found half a bottle of liquor from behind the bookshelf. This wine was bought by Liu Zecheng. She forgot to clean it up. Lu Yin found a glass and poured half a glass.

There was no light in the room, she walked to the window by the moonlight and took a sip.

In the past, Lu Yin did not drink alcohol, nor did he have a small amount of alcohol.

People who don’t understand wine can drink it in a few bites, and the spicy pain burns from the throat to the chest, and then stands for a moment. The wine comes up, she leans on the wall and lays back on the bed, closed her eyes, dizzy but still awake .

She thought about it for a while, took out her mobile phone, and pressed the bright screen. It was already one o'clock in the morning. After finishing her circle of friends, she went to see Weibo. In the end, she didn't really see anything. Open Baidu search and enter a few words.

The practice of small stew...

The progress bar is buffered for a few seconds, and a line of information is listed.

She clicked the first one, and the method was as follows: the pork belly was boiled and cut into small cubes, added with spices and soy sauce, boiled on high heat, simmered for 30 minutes on low heat, soaked for 12 hours, boiled again on high heat, simmered on low heat An hour and a half, and finally put sugar...

No difficulty, Lu Yin just glanced casually.

Slide your finger up, there is a line at the bottom, marked in red,

The drowsiness gradually came up, she closed her eyes and opened it again, barely reading the few small characters,

Cooking Tips: Remember to simmer slowly and warm for a long time before settling.

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