I, Qing Huan

A Huan felt that she was clean.

Although she picks up different guests every night, she stubbornly judges that she is clean. She also wears heavy makeup, but she looks different from other sisters in dressing up. Other people are ordinary and beautiful, and she is especially beautiful. Common people doing this kind of business is called guilty, and beautiful women like her doing this kind of business is called depravity. The difference between the latter and the former is that after spitting on their faces, the latter can still spit out regretfully.

In this smoky tube building, there are dirty people and dirty things every day. Today it was Xiaoyan who stole fifty yuan from a person's trouser pocket while the guests were not paying attention, and it was Xiaofang who had cheated out the money from the trembling honest man. A Huan feels that at least he is practical and practical to exchange money with his body. I will take as many bills as I sell, innocent and fair-minded. Although, the idiom of innocence is ridiculous even if it is flashed in her mind.

Because everyone was even dirty, they were unscrupulously dirty, and she was too dirty for a reason, so she gave herself clean adjectives with peace of mind.

Of course, these were all thoughts before meeting the woman.

A Huan had never expected that this Fengyuechang filled with men's sweat and stinky smell would wait for a young woman. At eight o'clock in the evening, the woman walked in like a boutique. She had long, pure black straight hair, and she wore a snow-white white shirt, and her skin was as thin as glowing. From the high-end texture of her clothes to her face that is incapable of cannibalism and fireworks, she is a pampered lady. A Huan gave himself a mouth in his heart. What is clean? This is called clean. From top to bottom, this woman was like the snow that hadn't been stepped on. The drunk men in the shop lifted their eyelids and stared at her in unison, wishing to step on her ten thousand times with the smelly eyes.

Sister Liu at the counter said to her in crappy Mandarin: "You went to the wrong place?"

She shook her head and asked in very concise sentences: "Don't you pick up female guests?"

Sister Liu raised her eyebrows and her voice was raised high: "Come on, take on! Look at me, it's rare and weird. Here we can drink below, or go upstairs, there is a separate private room. You take a look. Which sister, just go and find her, you can discuss the details yourself."

She looked around the shop, and when she saw A Huan standing at the root of the wall, she walked over without any hesitation, and asked in a light tone, "How much are you?"

There were no distracting thoughts on her face, on the contrary, there was a serious and reserved taste. A Huan even began to wonder if it was a note from Weifu for a private visit, and she pretended to be a wolf with a big tail here.

"I don't stay overnight for six hundred, and a package night is one thousand and five." A Huan smiled softly and charmingly on his lips, "but it won't work tonight, I have someone to decide, you will come in line tomorrow."

Sister Liu laughed far away: "You have a good vision. This is the most beautiful one in our shop."

She nodded, and there was no unpleasant expression on her face. She just said: "Okay, I will come to you tomorrow. I will take care of the night tomorrow."

After speaking, she turned around and walked away, with a large row of exposed women standing beside her, she just didn't even have a slight look in her eyes.

Xiaofang teased A Huan: "When did you start picking up female guests?"

"What's the difference between men and women? It's the master who gives the money." A Huan replied in a low voice. That woman looks rich and beautiful. Let her be her first female guest, and she will not suffer. Besides, she needs money so much now, is it important to be a man or a woman?

The next day, A Huan thought for a long time, wondering if the woman was playing tricks on her yesterday. She thinks it is 80%. But before going to work, she did the makeup carefully, picked a light-colored dress that matched the woman, and when she stood at the root of the wall waiting to pick up guests, she would look out from time to time.

At the same time as yesterday, that woman really came again. She didn't seem to like to talk very much, and she ignored Sister Liu's warm greeting, but went straight to A Huan and asked her to take herself upstairs.

A Huan took her into a small room, and while locking the door, he said, "You look so beautiful and you really like women. Then there are a lot of people waiting for you. Why come to a place like us to have fun?"

She stood behind A Huan and asked softly: "What's your name?"

"Why ask my name, do you still want to order me in the future?" A Huan smiled softly at her, "My name is A Huan, Joy Huan."

She listened, her eyes seemed to lose consciousness for an instant, "...Don't you have a surname?"

A Huan was amused and smiled: "Are you here for the census?"

She didn't get angry after hearing it, but pursed her lips and said, "My name is Nanyang."

A Huan was surprised that she would take the initiative to tell her her name. You know, the guests who come here to find pleasure can't wait to paste ten layers of mosaics on their real identities, for fear that some gossip will float out of this dirty place, and let the indulgence in the night dirty their normal life during the day.

"You don't need to tell me what your name is, I can't remember." A Huan walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Nanyang who had been standing there, and said, "This bed sheet is changed every day and it is very clean. Sit down. "

"Wait."

Nan Yang took out a money clip from his pocket, and the moment he opened the clip, A Huan saw a pack full of red banknotes. Seeing the thickness, she believed that Nan Yang didn't only have so much money, but this clip could only stuff so much. money.

Nanyang counted fifteen from the inside and placed them on the bedside table.

"We generally don't give money until we finish doing it. You are not in a hurry, but giving money is very urgent." A Huan pursed his lips and smiled at this unruly woman.

"You don't have to do it with me." Nan Yang lowered his eyes, "I just want to come here to sleep, just sleep."

A Huan can't believe her ears, there are people in this world who have spent a lot of money on wallets, miss, and do nothing but just run over to sleep?

"Then you can't sleep at home? You are so rich. I'm afraid our bed here is not as good as yours?"

Nanyang shook his head: "I just want to sleep next to you."

She said to sleep next to her, it was really just lying dry next to her. Even from the time she walked in, she went to bed with her clothes without touching her hand.

A Huan thinks this person is a strange thing. But she likes this kind of weird flower, she has the same money, and she doesn't have to bother to act with stinky men, how nice it is.

The two of them lay side by side like this, and they didn't touch anyone, and they both slept very soundly all night.

Early the next morning, A Huan woke up vaguely, and saw that Nan Yang had dressed up and stood at the end of the bed looking at herself, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"How often do you want to see me?" Nan Yang asked.

A Huan had never been asked this before, feeling strange, and yawning casually replied: "How long does it take... well... once a week."

"Then I will come to you every Sunday."

After speaking, she left, walking cleanly and without muddy water.

A Huan went downstairs, and the other sisters all came over curiously and asked, what was the woman who was as cold as the alpine snow lotus on the bed yesterday? A Huan told them truthfully: They sleep more dead than pigs.

Xiaofang laughed and said, A Huan has found a fool, looking for company. Who is the one who found the lady in sleep, who is not a fool? The girl is so rich and good-looking, she can deceive a group of innocent female college students without much effort. Lying on a bed with the school girls, the air they breathe is sweeter than that of their group.

The truth is true. A Huan couldn't help thinking, if she had finished high school and was admitted to a university, would she also become an innocent student girl? In that case, if Nanyang sleeps next to him, can he sleep better?

In the next week's work, A Huan would sometimes suddenly think of Nanyang, and then pinch his fingers to calculate how many days before Sunday. She didn't think about her too much, she was just curious, would this person really come? There were so many people who made promises to themselves, too many men who said at night that they would raise her for a lifetime, but ran away the next day. Nanyang was the first female guest she picked up. I wonder if women have a better conscience than men?

Facts have proved that Nanyang has a conscience. She seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, always come in at eight o'clock in the evening, pinch points, no more than no less.

She still looked so cold as to die, ignoring anyone else who wanted to strike up a conversation with her, just came over and asked A Huan to take her upstairs.

This time she carried two paper bags in her hand and entered the house. She handed one of the paper bags to A Huan and said, "Candied haws, I brought you."

A Huan took it. The layer of sugar on the outside was about to melt. She didn't like to swallow hawthorn, so she threw the syrup on it back and forth. Her lips and tongue have a fascinating habit of objects of this shape, which makes her look degenerate.

Nanyang didn't pay much attention to this. She still took out her swollen money clip like last time, and counted fifteen on the bedside table.

While eating candied haws, A Huan said in a lazy charming voice: "Don't make it today?"

Nan Yang nodded: "Yeah."

"Then, you shouldn't only come once a week, will you come twice?"

Nanyang was silent for a while, and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

"If you come and don't do it with me, I can get a good night's sleep. I just look forward to your coming to rest and rest."

Nanyang was silent for a while, and she forgot to eat candied haws, "Or...I'll come every day."

"Why, you let me sleep here every day?" A Huan sneered, "You are an insult to my profession."

Nan Yang sighed softly, "Then I will come twice a week."

"You guys are so embarrassed to talk," A Huan shook his head softly, "Remember, you are the lord and I am the young lady. As long as you come with money, you can do whatever you want, so what do you want me to do?"

Nan Yang hesitated for a moment, and said, "Actually, if you want to change jobs, my side..."

"Who said I want to change? I don't want to change."

A Huan feels that all those who come to persuade her to be good are ill-intentioned. She is very tired and dirty now, but she is earning more on her own. Why can she earn more now? If she easily believes that the guest has been in good condition, and if they empathize, she will drown in poverty again. Without a source of income, how can the younger brother at home pay for the high tuition fees of the university? In the past few years, the harvest has not been good. There is only corn stalks left in the fields. My father has a disease on his leg, and my mother has a brain tumor. The hope of the whole family is in the banknotes she exchanged night after night. She can't take the money to take a little risk.

A Huan thought, if Nan Yang raised her up again, she would blast her out. However, she was more worried. This was the only time Nanyang asked her to be good. After she was sternly rejected, the woman never mentioned it again.

After that, Nanyang really came to visit twice a week. Once on Wednesday and once on Sunday, the time is evenly distributed.

This person definitely has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As soon as Nanyang arrived, A Huan lay on the bed to sleep. Nanyang was gone after waking up, only the small stack of banknotes on the bedside table. The Mengsao woman is really Mengsao, and the banknotes given every time are even numbered.

One came and two went, she came a lot, and the two of them were more or less familiar than before. In addition to her wallet full of banknotes, Nanyang occasionally brought her some food to play with. Flowers, necklaces, and so on, as long as women would like things, they might appear next to the stack of banknotes on the bedside table.

Nanyang especially likes sweets, so she will often bring sweet things, most of which are candied haws and hawthorn snowballs, filled with a small plastic bag every time, starting from entering the house and eating until sleeping. The room is full of sweet and greasy taste. A Huan laughed at her, how old you are like a kid. She wasn't angry either, she would bend a small smile while eating candied haws.

Sometimes A Huan didn't miss her sleep, chatting around Nanyang, and Nanyang told her about the outside world. Maple leaves in Canada, fawns in Nara, Japan, koalas and kangaroos in Australia. A Huan envied her, she seemed to have a long time to go around in this world.

A Huan asked, why have you been to so many places?

Nan Yang said that because someone asked me to help her travel thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and see the different scenery in different regions for her.

A Huan said, Who brought me to see you?

Nanyang was silent for a long time and said, it's you.

A Huan blushed and said that she was not serious.

A Huan felt that Nanyang would shine, with a clean and gentle light. She looked at her sitting on her bed, and she felt as if she had seen an angel enter the cesspool by mistake. She can't figure out what Nanyang is trying to figure out, is she obsessed with rescuing a girl who missed her feet? Or do you want to make targeted poverty alleviation if you have too much money?

Anyway, she took her to the eye.

She began to miss her every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. She can always think of Nan Yang sleeping next to her, sleeping on a beautiful bed that doesn't know how many things happened, but she still makes people feel that she is sacred and abstinent, and inviolable. Even the carefully buttoned buttons on her coat look so cool and charming.

A Huan was thinking, what gift will she bring to herself next time? Where did she go to play these days when she didn't come? In other countries, would she also come to such a place to find other girls?

A Huan also thought about it, or she would occasionally serve Nanyang twice to repay her for the money. Nan Yang refused unexpectedly. She thought so, how could such a clean person allow a woman like herself to touch her? Neither her mouth nor her hands are pure, and there is no need to talk about Nanyang. Even herself, she is unwilling to use such a dirty thing to touch her. How could she get her dirty.

Before meeting Nanyang, A Huan never felt that her job was a shame. She always thought that they just gave something that others dared not give. But recently, when she saw Nanyang, she felt a sense of shame. They were sitting on the same bed at the same time, her whole body dirty, and the opposite of her, even her toes were as white as fresh snow.

On Wednesday, she took a shower from the bathroom, looked at Nan Yang who was reading by the bed, and called her: "Hey."

Nan Yang raised his head: "What's the matter?"

"Can I kiss you?" A Huan leaned against the wall, her wet hair hanging on her chest, her lips curled with a charming smile.

She felt that she had used all the courage of her life to say this.