On a heavy rainy night, Peng Cheng insisted that Beibei go to the woods to wait for him. Although it was less than eight o'clock, it was already dark. The sound of rain hit the umbrella roof, crackling and the wind was so cool that it was bone-blooded. Beibei was trembling in the woods. The already dark forest was even more depressed at this time. The leaves mixed with rain, overflowing with strange fragrance, and rushed straight into their noses, awakening their minds.

After waiting for a long time, Peng Cheng stumbled over. He didn't hold an umbrella, his clothes were wet, tightly pressing against his body, and he looked even thinner. When he approached Beibei, he smiled innocently like a child, and his hair was lying on his forehead with dripping rain. He smiled so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the veins on his neck tightened ferociously due to the sudden coldness.

"Wife." With a tremolo, he still couldn't hide his excitement. He just touched Beibei's face like stealing something, then pulled her up, looked at her mysteriously, and gave her five hundred yuan.

"I made this money, and it's the same boss. I'm not willing to spend a penny. Wife, take me to eat some meat with this money. I haven't eaten meat for a long time." Peng Cheng held Beibei's clothes with his fingers, and while speaking, he pushed and pulled the girl to the side of the road and took a taxi.

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"Why are you not at work today?" The girl who ordered the dishes wiped a dark pink lipstick, which was so bright. Beibei picked up the kettle, poured hot tea and pushed it in front of Peng Cheng, patted his arm, and stuffed the water cup into his hand.

The young man looked down at the recipe, but he didn't bother to talk. He picked up the water cup and pecked the tea. Maybe it was hot. He looked extremely exaggerated and shook his head. He had ordered a lot of things, which could not be eaten by two people. He thought he was greedy for meat, and his eyes were full of various famous shabu pork, which made it difficult to make a choice.

"I don't want to go to work. I'll be off work this afternoon." Peng Cheng handed the menu to the waiter, tore off the chopsticks, and placed it on the plate in front of Beibei. He said that he hadn't had a rest since the day he went to work, so he took a break today.

The pork shabu is always served very quickly. The little girl who wears lipstick is back again. She brought a young man and dressed in clothes similar to Peng Cheng. He looked a little embarrassed. After a while, the table was filled with plates. The little girl and the young man finished their work, and he was free again. While eating, he picked up food for Beibei.

"It's a little too much." Beibei looked at the stuff that was full without eating much, which was really a pity.

"It's okay, don't you like to eat all these meats?" Peng Cheng said, and grabbed another piece of meat and put it into his mouth reluctantly. "Wife, you just need to eat it. Even if you take a bite, we will order it." He said firmly, very proud.

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The next day after get off work, when the bus arrived near her home, she saw Peng Cheng. The black-bottomed red-flowered work clothes were replaced with white, and the big bag she was carrying was muttering. Beibei saw him standing far across the road, and when the commuter car drove away, he came around.

Peng Cheng seemed very happy, probably because he had been waiting for a long time. When he walked to her, he stood up straight, so he seemed taller than her. He said that the work in the hotel was too impolite and he didn't want to do it anymore. Peng Cheng looked disdainful and had a hooligan disgust. This was Beibei's most annoying expression. She didn't believe that a good family's children could have such a face.

"Why am I not a good person's child, I am a good person."

Peng Cheng was reluctant, and he seemed to hate Beibei always said that he was not like a good person: "This is an insult to my personality." He said that, as if he was very angry.

The girl sighed, and she also felt that what she said was a bit hurtful, so she began to comfort him, hoping that he would not be impulsive, but no matter what, Peng Cheng just refused to listen. In desperation, he told Beibei that he had lost a bottle of red wine left by the guest in the hotel, so he was fired.

It's broken, and it's useless to persuade him. The problem is not at all. He asked someone else to take care of it.

Beibei's head started to hurt immediately, but it didn't hurt for long. The girl thought about it carefully and figured it out. It would be good that she took this opportunity to lose her place and Peng Cheng probably went home, so she mentioned that there was no place to live, so he had to go home.

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"Why?"

Peng Cheng didn't agree with homelessness at all. He had no idea of ​​going home. Instead, he told Beibei more seriously that he wanted to find a job closer to her home. Then he grabbed the girl's hand and said he had found it.

The girl stirred up the corner of her mouth. She wanted to say something but didn't say it immediately. But she looked at the little boy with a bad idea, as if she was looking at Harry Potter with a lot of thoughts. She seemed to be unable to give in on this issue of big trouble: "Peng Cheng, don't come here! If you look for a job, go home immediately." So, she got angry.

"I won't leave, I'll have to watch you here." Peng Cheng was also angry. He turned his head and ignored her. He watched the treetops next to him bounce up and down, and stopped talking for a long time.

"I said why didn't your mother look for you? Ah?" This was almost the only thing she could expect, and it was also the strangest thing about her. My son was lost, so no matter why he lost it, why didn't he call his mother?

"I have made it clear to her, I want to follow you." He seemed a little aggrieved. He twisted over, hugged Beibei's waist, and put his head on her shoulder: "Wife, I have no home anymore, I only have you now. If you don't want me, I will have nothing."

"Don't, you still have your own mother and father!"

Peng Cheng pushed Beibei away, turned his head and stopped talking. The girl suddenly felt regretful. After all, her biological parents sent him away, so she would definitely hurt people.

She reached out and pulled his sleeve. The young man kept trying to be cautious. She finally compromised. It was not a big compromise. She was helpless. If he didn't leave, what could she do?

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Peng Cheng was not stubborn, and Beibei's attitude was slow. He immediately smiled, his eyes flashed with brilliance, but he pulled her two turns and walked to a street intersection not far from her house. It was a pretty big crossroad, with traffic lights all over the same pole, and three signals were hung.

In the evening of the bustling city, there were many vehicles after get off work. The intersection was tortured by the exhaust gas of the car, and finally it looked a little dilapidated. Peng Cheng suddenly stopped, stood in a corner of the crossroad, holding the girl. He stared at her eyes with a burning look, and said tentatively: "My wife, I'm here all for you."

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you going to do?" The girl was very disdainful, and she wiggled her upper and lower eyelids up and down. She felt that the young man's hand tightened twice.

Peng Cheng suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the soft light in his eyes rippled. He showed his white teeth, smiled shyly, lowered his head, reached out to scratch the back of his head, pointed to the bathhouse behind him and told her that it was this.

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Wen Beibei is not able to predict what this bathhouse means to her now. All futures are just piled up by presents. If you have a little hesitation in every decision to hesitate, maybe you will not meet the future in the future. It is like a butterfly shaking her arms, and the long-distance coastline will have a tsunami, which sounds so wonderful. If she could really see that in the future for a long time, maybe she would completely change her current mind, or maybe what she regrets even more is the encounter that made people miss each other before.

Beibei never expected that it would be here. It was a big bathhouse next to the roadside, at a corner of an intersection. It has two floors and a flat and beautiful door face, not very prominent, and it is still a level worse than the large bath center popular in the Northeast.

The Northeast Bathroom Center is a special industry. It seems that from the perspective of China, only Northeast Bathroom can be regarded as an independent industry. Those who do real estate here are about the same level as the bosses who run a bathhouse. They all dress up for five or six people, and they do the same little damage in women's crotch.

This small third-tier city, except for that steel mill, is probably the only one in the bathing industry, which is the best in the province. The buildings are more beautiful than the other, like the palace, and are actually all about scrubbing and scrubbing their feet.

If you come to such a place, it is really for the sake of taking a bath, then it is unnecessary to cover it like this. Thousands of consumption are just to rub the mud off? Can anyone believe it? In terms of the value of this bath center, you should still contact another traditional industry, the porn industry.

The Chinese after being ravaged by Japan in the last century had already forgotten the word *. * was considered shameful, indecent, unclean, unadjust, and not upscale. Even the desires of those men who have been unrestrained for thousands of years were imprisoned. After that, women's style was wrong. For a while, it seemed that those who acted like hooligans were even more ridiculous than those who were eunuchs.

After the reform and opening up, people's ways to make money became wild, and only money could be made that you would never imagine. When you figure it out, people have already started it and chewed the rest, which is not rare. There are many nouveau riche with thick necks, for fear that you won't see that there is money in your pocket, and they all like to hang a big gold chain as thick as a finger.

Most nouveau riche don’t exercise, but they are as strong as yaks. They eat Cordyceps, like pickles, baring their teeth so that you can see clearly that he is chewing money. They didn’t know Armani at that time. People who had money had to wear Adidas and Adi, who was a watery, only wore new seasonal styles, just like wearing a sweatshirt that cost ten yuan per piece on a roadside stall, revealing a piece of fat belly. With his wife, he put it at home. It seemed that he was prepared that he didn’t buy it outside and made it more tough.

Even the prostitutes' money-making Taoist also became wild, and they also relied on labor to make a living. If the economy is better, they will naturally be fine. But it is not difficult to be serious when you work hard. What you think is still important, and nothing matters in the face of survival. So some fresh words are called out, such as technicians, princesses, hair washing girls, Thai massages, and ice girls. They are all women anyway.

There is naturally competition. People's understanding and yearning for a better life is so unified under the Chinese education system. The difference in material life has made people's yearning for money rise unprecedentedly. But it is obvious that the accumulation of capital is not easy, so people have begun to show their capabilities and have achieved their needs.

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Beibei's face must have been stretched long enough, and Peng Cheng suddenly realized that she was unhappy. He was frightened and panicked and didn't know what to do. He hugged her, at least trapping her in his arms. This might be the only thing he could think of.

"Oh! You let go, you can't pull me, this place doesn't work, you can go home." The girl scolded him, like her outspoken sister. The young man pulled her without saying a word. No matter what she said, he didn't say anything, and his eyes moved back and forth on her face: "I said no, there is nothing to discuss about this matter, you go home."

"I don't?" After a long time, the young man said in a low voice, and he rejected her.

The girl stared at him with wide eyes. Her compliance was already familiar with her, but he did not follow her.
Chapter completed!