When He Smiles

On Jiangcheng East Street, the clock is ringing.

On the road teeth, green, wine and red lights. In the depth bar, drunk gold fans. Dynamic jazz, men and women exchange cups. Between covetousness, plump **** and fat buttocks, the woman covers her mouth and smiles. In the corner of the shadow, the man was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, a little casual.

"What do you want?" Shi Jin asked.

Chi Zheng flicked the soot, "It's nothing."

"Ren's bar is opened, my buddies specially pulled you over to cheer you up, don't you be so awkward?"

Chi Zheng smiled.

Shi Jin pointed to a woman with a hot short skirt on the side of the bar, and said, "You used to like that type so much. Now it's really like a jade, I said."

Chi Zheng remained silent.

"Damn." Shi Jin scolded with a smile.

Chi Zheng took a breath and paused for a while before making a sound.

"Lu Sibei knows, right?"

Shi Jin thought for a while, "Isn't it just your hairpin."

"Ok."

"Why, are you back?"

Chi Zheng laughed rudely, and squinted to look ahead somewhere.

"That's his ex-girlfriend." His voice was weak.

Shi Jin was taken aback.

"Who?"

Chi Zheng's thin lips pressed into a line.

"You mean that woman?"

Chi Zheng spread his legs apart and put his arms on his knees. With a cigarette in his hand, the fog slowly rises.

"My dear." Shi Jin was stunned.

Chi Zheng slowly raised his eyes and sneered.

"No." Shi Jin said again, "Isn't it okay for my ex-girlfriend now? What are you afraid of."

Chi Zheng licked his front teeth, coldly.

"Who the **** is afraid of?"

Shi Jin laughed, "You used to chase women quickly, but now you are too hard."

Chi Zheng put the cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head and took another puff.

"When did she and the surname Lu separate?" Shi Jin asked.

Chi Zheng touched his chin and thought about it.

"If you guessed it right, it's been two years."

Shi Jinmo will ask: "You didn't mean you were interesting to others before, did you?"

For a while, Chi Zheng remained silent.

He is not a nostalgic person, and he doesn't bother to think about it. It seems that the first time I got the impression of her was as a sophomore in Beijing International, Lu Sibei came to look for him. The two of them were drunk in his rental house, and Lu Sibei was simply trapped by love.

On that autumn morning, the sun fell on the ground.

Lu Sibei slept all night holding his wallet, he bit the cigarette and took it over to find out. As soon as I opened it, I saw the smiling picture lying inside. Later, he laughed at Lu Sibei's life and death for a woman, and at the same time helped to make plans and pursue her. At a gathering of friends, Lu Sibei brought her here, softly like a sheep without saying a word, it felt like that was the case, she couldn't cross.

The atmosphere in the bar is booming.

The man lowered his head and frowned while smoking a cigarette, Shi Jin handed over a glass of spirits.

"Drink?"

Chi Zheng drank it all in one fell swoop.

"You can't see you like this, buddy. Just be quicker if you want to."

Chi Zheng ‘fucked’.

After a few more drinks, he got up and left. Before reaching the door of the bar, he was stopped by a woman. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised his eyes faintly. The woman has a hot body with a deep groove on her chest. He was holding a wine glass, and smiled enchantingly at him, "Handsome guy, have a look?"

"roll."

Chi Zheng's voice was cold, and the woman turned and walked away consciously boring.

It was eleven or twelve in the night, and he rode back to the shop. The door was opened and closed, and the upper body short sleeves were taken off. Then, naked to the top, wearing a pair of black jeans underneath, he walked to the bed. In the darkness, he fumbled and turned on the lamp, washed his face indiscriminately, and sat lazily on the chair.

The hair was dripping with water, winding down the upper body.

He opened the drawer and looked at the stack of magazines. A few days ago, Jiang Jin asked someone to send it from his home in Beijing. It was a selection of all the stories of the so-called "Shu Yuan" person before the style change period. He took out the bound book of the 2007 preliminary round, squinted his eyes and opened it, and read the "Deep Sea Boys" again. There is a poem-like introduction in the middle, and his eyes are heavy.

He is 1.8 meters tall,

Like to smoke and hang around Internet cafes.

He is a good player in games,

A girlfriend never lacks a spare tire.

Many times happen to encounter,

He is always so bohemian.

once,

A chance in the football field.

Just saw,

He took off his short sleeves, and the black tattoo on his back made the girls scream.

I do not quite understand,

Why is the letter H?

If there is a chance, I would like to show him the book.

...

The light was dim, and Chi Zheng saw the last short paragraph.

Only one sentence was written above:

I want him to know what to do when he is lost in these days of prosperity.

He closed the book irritably and threw it back in the drawer. He kicked off the chair and lay down on the bed. In the light, he closed his eyes and didn't know what he thought of. Suddenly he buried his head on the bed sheet and took a hard breath, the faint and fresh feminine smell filled his nose.

After a while, the bottom was soaked.

"Fuck."

He cursed secretly, frowned, and went to take a bath. Open the side door and turn on the aisle lights. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the rope was covered with clothes and pants, and he was taken aback. It seemed that I had forgotten what I was here for, so I leaned against the wall to look at the clothes. Then he lightly lit a cigarette, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and gave a low smile.

In the dim yellow light, the horror fire between the fingers is immortal.

"Meng Shengnan."

He was smoking a cigarette and muttering to himself.

The next day, the sun shone on the earth. Meng Shengnan rarely slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he washed the clothes in the courtyard. She stretched and Xiao Hang played in the yard. Seeing her come out, teach her to do eye exercises.

"Sister, hurry up and do it with me."

The little boy is full of energy. She laughed and followed his way.

"sister."

"Ok?"

She is rubbing her temples.

"Our teacher said that myopia over 60 degrees is inherited. You always look at the computer and you have to do it every day, you know?"

Meng Shengnan couldn't help but smile when the little boy said so rigorously.

"got it."

"Is this good?"

Meng Shengnan: "..."

She was doing exercises, her eyes fell on the row of clothes lying in the yard. Suddenly, his head shook his head and ran into the house. Little Menghang frowned and yelled "Meng Shengnan" behind him, stomping his feet angrily.

In the kitchen, the ceremony is making breakfast.

"mom."

She squatted by the door, laughing.

"Ok."

The ceremony is washing vegetables.

"I'll wash it." She walked over.

The ceremony knocked out her hand.

"This is yam, be careful of itching your hands."

She drew back and stood by coughing.

"Ask you something."

Ceremony: "Say."

"Well, I have a colleague. She went to a friend's house by accident for a while, and the man went out halfway. She just helped out a pile of clothes when she was free, and asked me for advice when she was afraid of people thinking about it. From your perspective, who is beautiful and beautiful, does that man misunderstand?"

Wash the yam and scrape the skin after the ceremony.

"Did she not think that the man would misunderstand when she was washing clothes?"

Meng Shengnan shook his head helplessly.

"I didn't think so much."

Shengdian knowingly asked: "Then does she like that man?"

Meng Shengnan paused.

"A little bit."

"That's hard to tell."

At the ceremony, he bends his lips without a trace.

"How to say?"

The ceremony shook the water on his hand.

"If you want me to say, you just take that man home and let Mom see it. You have to test my IQ around the corner. You didn't know that I tested 16 ○ back then."

Meng Shengnan: "..."

Later, at the dinner table, the ceremony asked who the man was for the second time. Meng Jin also looked over and asked what was going on. Xiao Hang sat and ate his food obediently, still remembering her grudges.

"Mom, I know."

Meng Shengnan narrowed his eyes: "Meng-Hang?"

The little boy hummed.

"If you don't let me talk, let me talk."

Meng Shengnan smiled and touched his head, "be good."

"Who are you talking about?" Meng Jin asked.

She smiled, "Just a friend, Dad. My mother thinks too much."

Xiao Hang curled his lips and whispered.

"certainly not."

Shengdian glanced at her, smiled and shook his head and glanced at Meng Jin, before asking more. Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly, blaming himself for finding the wrong person to interrogate. After dinner, the family was idle. There was a new cartoon on that day, and Meng Hang was going to watch it.

At noon, she and Shengdian took a little naughty to the theater.

Probably because of the weekend, it is full of parents and children. Meng Hang couldn't wait to find a seat when he entered the theater after ten o'clock. When I finished watching it later, the ceremony sighed: "At this time, Chinese movies are worse than each year."

That is a foreign animation.

She took Xiao Hang's hand and walked beside the ceremony. Suddenly I remembered studying in college. The screenwriter Lu Wei once said: ‘I thought Farewell My Concubine was the starting point of Chinese movies, but I didn’t expect it to be the swan song of Chinese movies. ’

The ceremony sighed.

"So Chinese films need to change, and so do you."

Meng Shengnan was startled, there was something in his mother's words. In recent years, my daughter's compliance with the rules is plain and flat, how can I not understand the grand ceremony. In a blink of an eye, I reached the age of marrying, year after year. Before Meng Shengnan had time to think about it, Xiao Hang beside her was shaking her hand, and she bowed her head.

"what's happenin?"

"I want to eat marshmallows."

The ceremony laughed, "If I don't buy it for you, I will ask your sister, right?"

Xiao Hang pouted.

Meng Shengnan rubbed his hair, "Sister buy."

Xiao Hang is happy.

Outside the theater, it was getting hot. Festivals rarely come out with them in this way, so I go shopping for a while. There are many floors on Jiangcheng Street, and roadside billboards are always refreshed. On the bus route of 502, Chi Zheng was riding a motorcycle to his home.

Chen Si sat on the sofa thinking about the cross stitch, and turned his head to look at the sound of footsteps.

"came back?"

"Ok."

Chi Zheng walked over and sat down and glanced at the needlework in her hand.

"You bought it?"

Chen Si smiled, "Shi Jin brought it to me two days ago."

"He brought it?"

"what."

Chi Zheng laughed.

"It's okay to pass the time idle, don't go too far."

"Mom knows."

Chen Si put down the cross stitch, stood up as he said, and said, "Mother Yang should make a good meal, let's go."

Before Chi Zheng followed behind him a few steps, Chen Si looked back.

"Tomorrow's Sunday, you call Sheng Nan, and it's okay to ask her to come around."

Chi Zheng touched his nose.

Chen Si patted him on the shoulder, "Have you heard?"

"I heard."

Chi Zheng smiled.

He didn't return to the store that afternoon, and stayed home with Chen Si. In the evening, Chen Si asked him if he was calling. Chi Zheng was vague, and Chen Si urged again. He smiled and took his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number in front of Chen Si.

There was a beep.

He shrugged, "No one answered."

Chen Si didn't believe it, so he took it and took a look.

Chi Zheng laughed, "I will call again later."

"It's pretty much the same."

Later it was dark, and the lights were on in every street. The Menghu family are all watching TV, the central eight sets of prime files. At half past nine o'clock, Meng Shengnan returned to the room. She lay on the bed to check the phone and saw that she had missed a call. It was a series of unfamiliar numbers, dialed three or four times.

While wondering, that number called again.

"Hey." She picked it up.

There was a low smile.

"It's me, Meng Shengnan."

His voice shook her soul trembling.