A fine rain started to float at the bus station. Beibei did not bring an umbrella and walked from the station to the bathhouse. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, as thin as cotton silk brushing across his cheeks. It felt like something was there, but it was irrelevant, and it looked like fog. The mobile room behind Peng Cheng's bathhouse was at the intersection next to the station. It turned around and turned there. The place looked desolate, a large open space, surrounded by temporary iron plate fences like a construction site. A hole less than one person was opened near the side door of the bathhouse, and was covered with an iron plate covered with rust stains. The raindrops were floating more and more finely, and the iron plate had already moistened. The fingers were cold and cold, and it was not even worse than the rapid rain.

Beibei was a little tired. Recently, she felt more and more powerless. She was so lazy that she seemed to slow down, which made her feel a little annoyed. It was less than a month since Peng Cheng came out of the detention center. At that time, the happiness of the survivor after the disaster somehow disappeared? Her livelihood made her exhausted, and more of the kind that the man gave her...that hopeless pain, and memories, maybe all the things that look forward are poetry and the distance, but why did it be her turn that she could not see anything?

She lifted the heavy iron plate, and the big guy rang for a long time. Every time he changed his shape, the iron plate seemed to be shouting, and it always changed quantitatively and suddenly changed qualitatively, as if he had broken something.

Beibei lowered her head and crawled in. The one that was leading directly to the mobile room on her right. This was not the first time she came here, and everything was very familiar. The rain in the front row was hanging a few pieces of clothes. A few pieces of clothes hung last week fell a thick layer of dust, like white spots sprayed out by hand paint during decoration, covering the surface of the clothes, densely packed.

She didn't walk in rashly, but stretched her neck to look. The mobile room opened a window near the door, a glass window, but it was too close to the door, and it seemed that it did not play the role of the window. The girl stretched her neck harder, but she still couldn't see it inside. The door slightly further was wide open, as wide as every time she came over. It must be open all year round, and she didn't walk forward again.

Beibei took out her cell phone and dialed Peng Cheng's phone. As soon as the ringtone was connected, she heard the sound of shoes kicking and stomping in the mobile room. Then she watched the young man who was most familiar with her come out of the big and open door: "Wife, come."

Peng Cheng took two more steps and came to Beibei's eyes. He probably only smiled without any obstruction when he saw Beibei: "Wife, wait for me to get things, let's go out, I haven't eaten yet!" He seemed really happy, his eyes flashed with excitement, and at that moment, there seemed to be a little hope. After that, Peng Cheng turned back and jumped around, like a child, jumped to the door. He turned around and said, "Why don't you come in and wait for me for a while! It's okay, they are all wearing clothes."

Beibei smiled, shook her head and said nothing more. Her gentleness made Peng Cheng reluctant to forgive him. He ran back to the girl's eyes, half-pushed and half-wrucked the person into the house, and pushed him straight into the prefabricated room, and then he let him go.

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"Wife, what do you think you are afraid of?"

It was a long house, square, neatly and neatly. Against one wall, there were many beds with bunk beds and iron beds commonly used in dormitories, placed next to the east against the wall. There were seven or eight beds! The beds were covered with people, and most of them were living in messy quilts. Almost every bed had a set of patterns and colors. I guess they were not prepared uniformly in the bathhouse. On the other side were two lockers, two in four rows, four rows of locks, and a group of small boxes were only as big as a three-paper paper. There were forty or fifty small cabinets, all with locks on them.

Peng Cheng pulled Beibei and walked to the innermost point. He walked to the bed at the end. He climbed onto the upper bunk, and looked for something with his butt on it. He didn't forget to say, "Wife, you're fine to sit down, there's no one."

This was the first time Beibei came into the house. She knew that Peng Cheng's bed was on the upper bunk. That time Peng Cheng forgot to bring the phone. Beibei had called him at the door. That day when she leaned her head and looked inside, Liangzi sat on the lower bunk of the bed next to her, wearing only triangular shorts, and turned her head to look at the door. For some reason, he stood up deliberately.

She was always nervous when she was looking around. After all, it was the men's house. Beibei was looking for it. Seeing that almost all the upper bunks were asleep, and they were not awake yet. Beibei turned around, and the sound of shoes rubbing on the concrete floor had a special tension. With a thrust, even she shrank her neck. A person on the bed next to her suddenly raised his head. He frowned and looked at her, then covered her quilt impatiently and continued to sleep.

Beibei was a little embarrassed, and she didn't dare to move her steps any more. She stood straight beside Peng Cheng and stopped looking back. She was tall and could see Peng Cheng's bed. The young man's slender and white arms were busy on it. She folded the quilt, spread the sheets neatly, and shaved it back and forth quickly with her arms, shaved it flat, as if she had swept it with a broom, flat. Then he took out money from under the mattress, including zero yuan and zero croquettes, and even picked up coins. Beibei quickly turned around and ignored the money, just like she would avoid the password entered by others every time she queued up before withdrawing money.

"Wife, sit for a while, it's okay." Peng Cheng said again. He jumped off the upper bunk and pressed Beibei to the bed below to sit. "I thought you were sitting there! Look, why are you standing stupidly?"

Don't just press and sit on the bed, your whole body is so stiff. At this angle, she just saw all the beds under the steel pipes under the legs of the bed, and there were shoes and instant noodles boxes everywhere on the ground. Peng Cheng kicked it a few randomly, then picked up the instant noodles boxes and put them in a black plastic bag. Beibei suddenly felt a sour smell coming out, which made people unable to hide. It could be felt at all. The smell floated slowly, and she was a little disgusting. After a while, she felt more and more disgusting, it looked like the smell in the toilet, and the very fresh toilet smell: "I'd better go out and wait for you!"

"Oh! You're quilted!" Peng Cheng hurriedly raised his head, holding a broom in his hand. "Wife, I'm a kid straight, wait for me to clean up, let's go out."

"Then hurry up." Beibei reluctantly endured it, but she felt unbearable. Suddenly, she stood up and said, "No, I have to go out. You can do it slowly, I'll wait for you outside." As she spoke, she hurriedly walked towards the door.

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Beibei crawled out of the mobile room, and felt a strange smell that scratched her nose. She insisted on pushing open the iron plate at the gate and turning it out of the fence before she felt better. Peng Cheng followed her out, and was at a loss behind her. The girl took a breath on her back, and turned around and saw him: "Why are you coming out too, you can do it, I'll wait for you here."

"Wife, what's wrong with you?" Peng Cheng looked at her with a frown. He seemed to really not know what was wrong.

"I'm fine, there's a smell in the room, I'm better here!" Beibei's frown was still unable to stretch. She waved her hand and told Peng Cheng not to worry.

"Wife!" The young man was obviously not at ease. He looked at Beibei's face with uncertainty and got closer and closer. He was cautious, as if he was worried that Beibei would push him away as if he was disgusted with the smell in the room.

Then he hugged her tentatively, slowly tightening his arms, and Beibei greeted him and hugged him tightly: "I'm really okay, look at you." Perhaps only she could feel his fear in this world, like a child sent to the kindergarten gate. They couldn't bear to let their mother go away because they felt that it was not just walking away, but abandoning.
Chapter completed!