Hmm?" The man's eyes once again flashed with surprise, a pair of eyes, staring fixedly at the woman on the side of the road.
The lights are dim, the woman stood under the street lamp, the shadow was pulled a little sullen, a person standing there, he almost thought, that the street lamp stood under the old man after years of frost, because she, all over the body, and even that every hair, seems to be through a frost through the snow of the years washed and worn out of the vicissitudes of life.
So, the inner heart of her inquiry, a deeper step ... in the end, what kind of woman? The age of the first bloom of the year, has been the wind candle years to languish?
"The dormitory ... only has noodles and green onions, and some eggs, I can't get anything better to entertain you."
In the night wind, the rough rattling voice, was blown away in the wind, the man in the car's heart steeply moved ... This woman, the original just stood alone under the street lamp, thought for so long, because she was thinking, she was able to come up with what things, to entertain himself, in exchange for the tip he gave.
And she thought for a long time, and then she said: this is all that is left at home, and she, too, could not come up with anything better to entertain and thank him.
Suddenly, the man felt the wad of bills in the palm of his hand, unusually hot. The corner of the eye swept the hand of the stack of banknotes ... this point of the banknotes, in his eyes cheap incomparable, and the woman thought for half a day, but took out the best thing she can come up to exchange ... his hand in his view is not at all what a stack of banknotes.
Although a bowl of green onion oil noodles, outside can not sell much money a bowl.
The man in the car, staring at the woman under the streetlight for a while, slowly opened his mouth, "Good."
Rarely, he personally pushed open the door to get out of the car, went around to the passenger seat, opened the door for her personally.
"Where are your quarters?"
"Straight ahead, I'll show you the way, sir drive slower."
The car drove forward, turned left at the intersection again, and drove for a while longer, stopping at a somewhat older neighborhood.
The two got out of the car and the man wrinkled his nose, "This is where you live?"
"Uh-huh. It's pretty nice here." She was content to have a shelter from the elements. The day she was released from prison, the most worrying thing was not how the future would be, how she would work in the future, the moment she stepped out from that prison door, she was thinking, "I can't go back to my cell tonight, where am I going to live?
All the way up the stairs, took out the key, the key is brand new, is the company's logistics just a few days ago to change the dormitory door locks, with a new key to her.
Click, the door opened, push open the door, some old house door issued a slight "squeak", "Sir, please come in."
Jane Tong is not very talkative, because her voice ... is hard to hear even for herself.
"You sit down first." She put down the things in her hand, turned into the kitchen room, plain apron, of course, not the kind of modern young people pink green idyllic style, rather like the kind of the old days, the mold is a little ugly.
The man found a place where he could see the scene in the kitchen and sat down.
The woman s hands and feet are not sharp, but methodically boiling water, cooking noodles, cutting onions, fishing noodles, pouring oil, adding onions to simmer scallion oil ... Watching, he actually felt that he wanted to be from behind her at the moment, embracing the back of the road.
Hot green onion oil with noodles, the top is also sprinkled with tender green onions, but also added a fried golden egg.
"Here, sir, try some."
"You're not eating?"
Jane Tong laughed lightly and shook her head, drying her hands, "I ate at the company." Eating again would be a waste of food.
The man ate the noodles in the bowl cleanly before putting down the chopsticks in his hands, "It's delicious." He lifted his head, looked at her and said, "You made it with a lot of care."
"In the past, there was a person who especially liked to eat noodles with scallion oil, so I thought, after I learned how to do it, I must make it for him."
"Then what happened later?"
"Later ... Mr. You were the first person to eat the scallion oil bibimbap that I cooked."
"What about yourself? Shouldn't I be the second?"
"I ah, when I eat green onions all over my body itch, maybe it's my psychological effect."
"..." The man suddenly raised his head, "You keep calling me sir, do you know what I'm called then?"
"A guest is a guest, what's his name, at most, he adds the name in front of Mr., 'Mr.' becomes 'Mr. Li' 'Mr. Zhang' 'Mr. Wang' only." What was the last name and what was the name, did it matter as far as she was concerned?
The man's curry-colored eyes flickered for a moment, then he took out his wallet and took out a wad of money, "In exchange for you," he said, while putting the wad of money in his hand in front of Jane Tong, "Remember my name, my name is Kane. This money, is you remember my name exchange chips."
Jane Tong looked at the stack of money in front of ... her somewhat dumbfounded.
And looked up at the man in front of her, "As long as ... remember your name?"
When, money, so good to earn?
Jane Tong still does not understand, some things, she can not see, but, if Su Meng is here, must see.
Kane's curry-colored eyes flickered, then let out a light laugh, "Of course." Impossible Just remember his name ... This is the prey that he is currently hunting with all his heart.
The name ... was just the first step.
"It's late, I have to go." Kane stood up, he was really tall, Jane Tong stood beside him, missing him by more than a head.
"Mr. Kane, I see ... off," you ... have not finished speaking, Jane Tong's eyes widened, the corner of her forehead hot, fiercely, reached out and heavily pushed away from the person in front of her, a hand to cover the kissed by his forehead corner: "What are you doing!"
The new wound there, just removed the stitches only.
No, this is not the point, the point is ... that he can even kiss her lips, but only not this place!
Jane Tong trembled all over her body!
Unprecedented anger, her tense look, betrayed her everything.
Kane did not answer the question, his narrowed eyes moved, "No?"
No!
Of course it wasn't okay!
Her eyes red with anger, she pointed fiercely at the door, "It's getting late, Mr. Kane, please leave!"
"I will not apologize to you." Kane's delicate chin rose slightly, and loneliness was written on his stunningly beautiful face. Turning around, his slender thighs paused as he stepped out of the door of Jane Tong's dormitory, "If you leave the wound untreated, it will rot."
A double entendre.
Jane Tong's crimson eyes, looking at the man disappearing in the doorway, her breathing was a bit disorganized, her ears were filled with his last words.
"None of your business! None of your business!" And what do you know! Cure? How to cure? How can she be cured like this? What to cure!
The door was still open, Jane Tong took a deep breath, slowly exhaled turbid air, slowly went forward, touched the door handle and closed the door.
There was an impact outside the door, and she was knocked and staggered two steps.
"Qin Mu Mu?"
At the door, Qin Mu Mu was like an evil ghost, "Jane Tong, you hypocritical villain!"