Who would have thought that there is such an alley in the downtown area, hidden between the two residential areas of the old city. It is not long. The road is a one-way street and the sidewalk is only two people wide. The whole alley is dazzling purple from beginning to end. Red pink light.
Henry Jones dragged a half-person-tall suitcase in the alleyway and hesitated.
His shit transport allowed him to go to the key high school in the county town by crane. He had to live on campus, and his parents could not follow him to take care of him. There were thousands of dollars in cash in Henry Jones's personal pocket. Before he left, his mother told him to give it to his aunt so that his aunt would pay him living expenses on time.
He found this place according to the address given by his aunt, but he didn't know whether he should walk into this alley or not.
Two young women with heavy make-up stood on the side of the road, and when they saw Henry Jones hesitating in the alley, they came up to talk. Henry Jones was attacked by the rich smell of cheap perfume and silicone breasts, and he backed away in fright, hitting an already crooked street sign on his back. He looked up and saw that the words "NewYork Lane" in white on a blue background were exactly where he was going.
A woman laughed and pulled him, "Little handsome guy, come on, my sister will play with you. It's not fun and don't need money."
Henry Jones shook his head desperately, and grabbed his waistband nervously. These sweatpants are loose and worn out a long time ago. He regretted not wearing a belt today.
Another fatter woman was watching from behind, and suddenly stopped: "I'm afraid I'm still a boy."
"You're still a virgin? It doesn't matter, my sister will help you break the place." After that, the woman lightly patted Henry Jones's ass, Henry Jones flushed with shame and couldn't hide.
It was the fat woman who sighed and pulled Henry Jones away: "Brother, I don't think you seem to be here for fun, go home quickly."
Henry Jones knew that she was kind, and quickly showed her the address in the phone, stammering: "Sister...I'm here to find someone. Do you know Verde Adah?"
The expressions of the two women changed, and they looked at each other, and their thin burgundy eyebrows were pulled up. The fat woman lit a cigarette and asked: "What are you looking for Verde Adah for?"
"She is my aunt..."
Asked the right person, the fat woman stretched her brows. She allowed her companion to stay in place to continue soliciting customers, and she led the way by twisting the fat buttocks wrapped in the tight skirt. She led Henry Jones to the depths of the alley, as if the time and place were favorable, the whole alley was dim, some of the street lights were broken, and a few others were screaming and lingering.
NewYork Lane looks like a dead end, with a few large trash cans and countless paper boxes piled up at the end. They arrived at the deepest hair salon, with old red, blue and white light boxes rolling at the door, very slow. The fat woman opened the beaded curtain and greeted Henry Jones: "Brother, here."
She helped Henry Jones carry the bead curtain. Henry Jones was embarrassed to delay her, and carried the suitcase a few steps into the house, just in time to hear her calling a thin and tall woman who was watching TV with her feet up to call "Sister Vivi". Henry Jones only had time to see the woman with a curly back walking into the dark corridor, with big wavy black hair falling on her back.
Sitting on Henry Jones's suitcase, the fat woman took a crisp disposable cup and gave him pure water. Henry Jones felt dirty in his heart, so he didn't dare to drink, he just held it in the palm of his hand.
About two or three minutes later, the sound of plastic slippers hitting the ground was very fast from far to near, and a woman with tin foil and short hair rushed out. He is about forty or so and is well maintained; he is not tall, with a thin and narrow head passed down by Henry Jones, standing in front of Henry Jones.
"Let's see, our blog is so tall. It was only so big when I saw you last time." She put her five fingers together, which was as high as a waist.
Henry Jones hesitated and shouted: "Auntie..."
The woman showed an irritating expression: "What's your name is Auntie, I'm old-fashioned, you remember, I want to call me Sister Vivi."
"Sister Vivi."
"Really good. Oh, you have been loved by everyone since you were a child. You are a very well-behaved snow doll. Whoever sees you has to hug you and kiss you. I also hugged you, remember to cut?" Sister Vivi has been away from home for many years. The accent has changed a long time ago, and now she is full of unnatural Texas dialects. According to her, someone likes this one.
Henry Jones realized that the tall and thin woman had come out again, leaning against the wooden door frame at the entrance of the corridor. She was born with a slapped face, but with big facial features, so she looked a little bit gorgeous and charming, especially those eyes, with flying corners and drooping back tails, which made Henry Jones read a bit of sorrow.
She was a very beautiful woman. Henry Jones couldn't help but look at it a few more times. She looked at Henry Jones and avoided immediately, her expression indifferent.
He has a few days to start school, so he wants to live with Sister Vivi temporarily. Sister Vivi asked the fat woman to go down the rolling door of the store, and Henry Jones sat down on the wooden bench. The furnishings in the shop are very simple: the three swivel chairs on the left hand side of the entrance are equipped with wall mirrors, which seem to be a place for haircuts. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that there are no scissors on the table and no broken hair that cannot be cleaned on the floor. Most of them can only dry the head; the second-hand wooden coffee table on the right is equipped with two long wooden chairs, and there is a complete set of tea sets on the coffee table; an old TV set on a high cabinet in the corner is placed in the Pearl Grid.
Sister Vivi easily saw a relative, dragged him to talk about her hard work over the years, eloquently.
She was the lover of a wealthy businessman in her early years, and she was deceived to divorce her family wife when she went back. She left the town and chased her all the way to the county seat. As a result, her family had long been looking for a new love. It was impossible for her to get married. To put it bluntly, she just didn't want her. At first, she had no face to go home, she had no culture and it was difficult to gain a foothold in the county seat. After starting a silly business in skin and meat, she really didn't dare to go home. Some of my relatives also took root in the county town. I didn't know how to inquire about her situation. Who wouldn't shy away from this, they felt that there were many people who were dirty, and slowly no one in the whole family still interacted with her.
Henry Jones's mother is one of the few who still keeps in touch with her, and she is not unclean, so she is willing to help them. Although Henry Jones does not need her energy to live on campus, it is always good to have multiple people take care of her. "Come to Sister Vivi on weekends and cook for you."
Henry Jones took out the stack of pink renminbi to Sister Vivi. He understood that this was thanks to her mother, and it was not a cost of living. Sister Vivi refused to ask for it, let Henry Jones keep it for herself, she would not tell his mother.
"I'm making money." Sister Vivi said in a low voice, "Although the wind is tight now, but I have been doing it for so many years, is there any way out? Peace of mind, you don't have to be afraid to live with me, Sister Vivi has someone on top."
She patted Henry Jones's neckline, so intimacy. Henry Jones didn't actually have the figure of Sister Vivi in his memory, but she was not annoying, but rather kind.
Sister Vivi saw Henry Jones concealing a small yawn, and said intimately: "I'm sleepy? I called Cathy to take you up there? There is still an empty bed in her room. You can sleep with her in a good way?"
Henry Jones saw the woman leaning by the door walking slowly over in high heels. She was awakened from sleepiness, and said with a blank tongue: "This is... OK... Sister Vivi, men and women are not kissing..."
Sister Vivi said: "It's okay! Don't worry! Cathy is different from others, so she slept by herself."
Henry Jones went to see the woman. Her long hair fell down as soon as she lowered her head. She was determined to look at Henry Jones and suddenly said, "I asked Sister Vivi to put you on my side. Don't worry."
Her voice is very magnetic, and Henry Jones is used to hearing coquettish female voices, but instead thinks her voice is very special.
They all insisted so much. Henry Jones made a big red face and it didn't help. He could only say, "That's bothering me."
Henry Jones said goodnight to Sister Vivi, she smiled and beckoned him to go, and then stared at the square-inch TV screen and started eating melon seeds. Cathy led him into the mysterious corridor, which was deep and long, with a few hidden rooms on either side, without lights. Henry Jones was curious to see it, and Cathy knew it before turning his head. Leng Leng threw down the sentence "Don't look at what you shouldn't. Henry Jones felt guilty, and turned his gaze back to listen to the sound of praise and praise. Cathy is tall, with long legs, and wearing a five-centimeter high heel, which is half a head taller than Henry Jones.
At the end of the corridor was a broken wooden door, Cathy opened it, and a narrow staircase was hidden behind it, twisted and only one person passed.
Cathy said: "You follow me, don't look at other people's houses."
The stairs are very steep. They are really "climbing" stairs. The first step is about 20 centimeters long. Cathy wears a wrap-around skirt that can cover the length of her buttocks. Her hips are round and straight, so the skirt appears shorter. She could barely lift her feet to pick up the steps by turning sideways. Henry Jones would accidentally enjoy the spring colors of her skirt, the white greasy thigh roots and black lace wrapped under fishnet socks. Henry Jones didn't dare to look again.
The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the first floor, and it is still a long corridor. They walked in the opposite direction and passed many rooms, all closed the doors, and women laughed and laughed, sometimes mixed with a few laughs and curses. Henry Jones received the warning, and he did not dare to take extra gazes. Women's wet dresses and skirts hung over their heads, all of which were short, saving fabric.
Cathy's room is in the middle. She locked the door, pulled out a plastic "telephone cord" headband from her wrist, and tied an iron key to it. She took the key and inserted it into the dark green lock.
The rooms are very large, even with a separate bathroom and a small balcony. There are two iron frame high and low beds on the left and right, with a wooden table in the middle, like a college dormitory. The bottom bunk of the right bed is covered with red sheets and bedding; the middle of the room is divided by a translucent pink gauze curtain, the left bed It was empty, and I saw the bare wooden bed board.
"This half is yours, and the other half is mine." Cathy drew a 38-line line, "The bathroom is on your side, so it's okay to look at me less, let alone come over, do you hear it?"
Henry Jones nodded honestly: "I see." Anyway, he has to leave in a few days, and he had better be obedient these days.
Cathy locked the door. It seemed that she didn't want others to disturb her. Henry Jones didn't understand why she still offered to take him in. Cathy took his pajamas and went to take a shower. He took out the bedding his mother had brought him from the suitcase, and vacuumed them all without occupying the floor. He opened the bags one by one, and the squeezed air rushed back to the cotton batting room, and the quilt slowly fluffed up.
The air in the bathroom was not well ventilated, and after a while, steam came out of the crack in the door, with a good scent of shampoo. Henry Jones originally lay on the bed and replied to his mother's WeChat. Hearing the smell, the bottom suddenly hardened without warning.
He stared at the little brother who was bound under the sweatpants for a while, and sighed in his heart. In fact, he should have been hard already. He should have been hard the first time he saw the praise.
Cathy takes a bath very slowly, and it takes a long time to come out, and a large amount of heat follows her to escape from the cage. The praiser hasn't come out yet, the voice comes first: "Close your eyes, don't watch, I tell you to open it, you can open it!"
Henry Jones promised, in fact, secretly squinting, using a quilt to cover his upright lower body.
He saw Cathy coming out wearing a silk suspender nightdress, her hair still wet, resting on her shoulders, and she was wiping it with a small towel.
Henry Jones discovered that the words "Zan" and "Zan" are only half of the back. She is actually a flat breasted girl. It's no wonder that Henry Jones is not allowed to see it. It is inevitable that a woman has some strange self-esteem at this point. Henry Jones can understand it well.
Cathy quickly moved to her safe territory, and Henry Jones asked, "Is it all right?"
She sullenly answered, and Henry Jones opened his eyes openly.
The gauze curtain is translucent and can only hide shame at best. Henry Jones can still see the pink outline of Cathy, her thin body, her waist with a full grip, and her chest with clearly visible ribs.
Cathy raised her hand and put her hair together. She was really white, she had no body hair, and her armpits were clean and white. Underneath Henry Jones was so hard that it hurts, so he hurried to the bathroom to take a bath.
The mist in the bathroom was not clear, but the fragrance was stronger, Henry Jones closed the door, leaned behind the door, pulled down his pants, and eagerly put them on.
He observed this small bathroom as he made it. Very clean, almost spotless, the towels are neatly hung, a rope is pulled by the window sill, and a plastic pan clip is hung on it. There are small underwear and thong underwear hanging on it. The underwear cup is not big, but the underwear has to accommodate the plump buttocks. They were all lace, tender and creamy white; there was a piece of light-colored soap on the side of the sink that had not completely melted the foam. Henry Jones leaned over to see that there was still a piece of curly hair on it.
He shot suddenly and sprayed directly onto the opposite wall. Henry Jones was taken aback. Fortunately, it didn't hit her underwear. Otherwise, she would not be able to clean up if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Cathy was already lying down when he came out, and the air smelled of toilet water besides the fragrance of shampoo. It was hot, but there was no air conditioner in the house. There were only two vertical electric fans. Cathy gave him one and only used one.
Henry Jones asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"
It took a long time before he replied: "No, what's the matter?"
"I'm afraid of the dark, can I not turn off the lights at night?"
"How can I sleep without turning off the lights?"
"I can't sleep when it's turned off."
Sighing with praise, he stretched his body and looked at him: "How old are you, why should I be like a nanny?"
Henry Jones didn't say a word, he knew that the tone of praise would definitely surrender to him in the end.
Cathy watched him sitting pitifully on the edge of the bed and wiping his hair, then sighed and asked him, "Do you want a hair dryer?"
Henry Jones immediately said: "Yes."
Asked again: "Is it going to take it or you taking it?"
Cathy probably thought about it, and then said: "I'll give it to you." She rustled for a while, put on a woolen coat, and flicked over with flip flops and brought a hairdryer. When Henry Jones took it, he saw the big red nail polish mottled off her fingertips.
He really didn't dare to look up at Cathy again, he was afraid that he would be hardened again.
The quality of the hair dryer is not good, and there is a smell that is difficult to conceal when it is turned on. Henry Jones blew it hastily and turned it off. He couldn't bear the smell. Cathy asked him: "Have you finished blowing?" Henry Jones said. Cathy said then you go to turn off the lights. The tone of command is used, and there is no room for negotiation. Henry Jones looked up at the overhead light. It was indeed. With such a bright incandescent lamp on, Cathy really couldn't sleep.
He decided to go to the supermarket tomorrow to buy a small lamp that can be dimmed. How can Cathy not even have a lamp?
When the light was off, Henry Jones was supposed to be scared, but after smelling the strange mixed smell of the air, he quickly fell asleep.