Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

All the way north, the car drove all night.

Halfway through, Dad called and said that the person was okay. The legs had already been picked up by the village doctor, so that they should not worry. Back to the drive, it was five o'clock in the morning at Qianshulin Village.

There was no road in the village, Genzi stopped the bread at the entrance of the village, and Lu Qiang got off the bus. He rubbed his bones next to the station, lit his hands around the cigarette, and the exhaled gas seemed to solidify.

The cold wind is a real north.

Opposite the village is a flat river, empty and uninhabited, covered in heavy snow, which is a large crop until spring.

Lu Qiang walked over to the cropland and directly took out his brother to let the water out, holding it all the way, and couldn't help shivering. He was holding it with his hands, the cigarette bit in his mouth, his head slightly raised, his eyes squinted by white.

There was a footstep behind him, and Genzi came to join in the excitement, and the two stood side by side.

Lu Qiang glanced at him sideways, then cast his eyes to the distance. Genzi sighed. The two stood together last time, not knowing how long ago.

He smiled and asked, "Brother, do you remember? When I was a kid, I slipped and walked farther than anyone!"

Lu Qiang said: "Remember."

"At that time you were the fiercest, and could be a full meter or two."

"Now it's not bad." Lu Qiang glanced under him and smiled.

Genzi whistled, seeming to turn sideways inadvertently, blocking his gaze, and also looked down at him.

Lu Qiang didn't care and showed him generously. He finished peeing first, stuffed it back in, pulled up his pants chain and waited for him.

Not far from the village entrance, the two are neighbors, separated by a fence. The conditions of Genzi’s house are better. The two tile houses were just renovated last year. Qian Yuanqing only got the main house out of the way. The Westinghouse is still the former adobe house. Yesterday, it was Westinghouse who lost a tile. She did not want to trouble people and wanted to put it on herself. She slid the ladder in the snow and fell off the house as soon as she didn't pay attention.

Genzi's pace is slightly faster, it's okay not to come back, but when he arrives at the door, he feels timid at home.

Seeing that the door of the house was open, he turned back, unconsciously and Lu Qiang pulled a dozen meters away, he inserted his pocket and followed behind without any hassle. He stopped and retreated a few steps.

"Brother, hurry up!"

Lu Qiang glanced at him without a smile.

As soon as Genzi froze, he knew his scruples and dared not urge him, so he moved forward step by step.

Lu Qiang's family who went first went to the front and opened the thick cotton curtains. The hallway was dark and shabby. There was only a door next to it, which showed light.

"Aunt Qian?" Genzi shouted: "I'm Xiaozhi! Come back to see you."

Wang Quanzhi, Genzi's real name.

Waiting for his breath, there was a series of footsteps in the door, the door was pushed open, and his eyes lit up, and he saw his old lady.

"Mom! Where are you!"

The Queen Mother came up to grab his ears and let him in. "Little Bunny, I still know to come back."

Genzi hung his head, grinning his teeth, and yelled.

The room was filled with a pungent smell of ointment, only an incandescent lamp was turned on, and across the window was a long old kang, with a stove beside it and a kettle on it. The person on the kang lay flat, a simple strap hanging her legs, and the other end was tied to the roof clothesline.

Qian Yuanqing looked over and smiled: "Xiaozhi is back?"

Genzi escaped the magic palm and lay prone on the edge of Kang, "Auntie, why is it so serious? Is it painful?" Looking over her lap, she fixed it with a special wooden board around her calf and wrapped it around The red thread rope looks rough and simple.

Genzi turned back: "Mom, can this be cured? Or can I be taken to the hospital, my car stopped at the entrance of the village."

The Queen Mother scolded him for forgetting things. She went out for a few years without knowing her surname. When she was a child, she broke her leg and did not see her now limping.

Gen Zi pouted, Qian Yuanqing patted his hand, "Auntie is all right, go back with your mother," and face the Queen Mother again: "Sister, didn't his dad still talk about him yesterday, come back , I'm fine here."

Genzi paused without moving: "I didn't come back by myself."

The Queen Mother quickly answered: "Is there an object?"

Genzi ignored her, holding Qian Yuanqing's hand: "Brother Qiang is at the door."

I didn't pay attention just now. At this moment, several people turned their eyes to see that there was a person who was there, tall, big, and black pants, almost blocking the whole door.

He didn't notice the eyes of others, his eyes fixed on the cabinet directly opposite the door.

Genzi obviously felt the hand in the palm trembling, then pulled it out in vain, put it on his chest, and closed his eyes: "Get out."

The voice is extremely indifferent.

Lu Qiang's figure moved slightly: "Mom." The cry was stiff, and his voice was hoarse for a long time.

Qian Yuanqing's chest fluctuated.

He stood on the spot: "Is the injury serious?"

Qian Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes: "Don't call me mom, I don't have such a brutal son, you entered the wrong door... Get out of here!"

Lu Qiang sinks his eyes, but still does not move.

Qian Yuanqing shook hands very hard, grabbed the Kangtouer tea cup and threw it violently, and the movement was so big that it hurt his leg and caused a cold sweat.

Lu Qiang stayed still, and the water in the glass was hot, all on his neck and front.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Seeing her emotional excitement, the Queen Mother quickly went to Lu Qiang and called Genzi: "You take Hadron back to our house first, and ask your dad to find the scald ointment. First stay, if you have anything to say later, don't leave it here to add chaos."

Genzi regained his mind and answered, half-pushing and half-sending to get him out.

The Queen Mother approached her leg and helped her adjust her lower position. Qian Yuanqing was in an unstable mood and still panting.

The Queen Mother sighed and dragged a chair to sit next to her: "Sister, why are you so painful, and your own son will never recognize her for a lifetime."

"This beast has nothing to do with me."

"Don't talk madly, it's all **** mother, I understand. It's a heartfeel to do more wrong things, not to mention that the child is back now, you still have to drive him out."

Qian Yuanqing's eyes were astringent, and his tears were turning around: "Lao Lu was alive with him, and he still has a face to come back."

The Queen Mother sighed and shook her head: "Lao Lu's spirit in the sky must also hope you are good."

***

Lu Qiang went back with his roots and entered the partial house of the main house directly. The layout is different from that of Qian Yuanqing. There are two rooms on the left and right of the main room. No one lived in Westinghouse and became a firewood house to raise animals by the way.

Genzi's dad found scald ointment, rooted in anxiety, and stretched his hand to apply to Lu Qiang's neck.

Lu Qiang turned his head and took it: "Come here."

The two tossed for half a night without a meal. Genzi's father cooked a pot of dumplings and took it up with steam, and took another bottle of white wine and peanuts. Genzi was hungry and hungry. After a while, he ate half a plate. As soon as he looked up, he saw Lu Qiang patronizing and smoking without moving a few bites.

"Brother, don't talk? Let my dad get something else?"

"Not hungry, you eat."

"Then you drink wine to warm up?"

His little finger holding his cigarette ticked his forehead: "Sleep, you'll lose energy."

Genzi finished eating quickly, he was not sleepy, gave him the partial house, and went out to watch TV by himself.

Lu Qiang pulled off his coat, kicked off his shoes, and lay on his back on the hot kang. His back was warm, and his body was forced out by an inch.

He opened his eyes for a moment, looking at the roof, his head empty, thinking nothing. His eyes gradually became panic acid, and he raised his arms to cover them, without covering the quilt, and when he fell asleep.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when I slept in the afternoon.

Lu Qiang sat up from the kang and rubbed his face. The outhouse occasionally heard words and the TV was rebroadcasting the Spring Festival party.

Behind the phone kept shaking, Lu Qiang just sat for a while, then turned around and touched it.

The phone call was made by Lu Yin, and she said a few words. She didn't hear much. The life there was noisy and chaotic. Listen carefully, and there was also the radio in the train room.

His heart beat, what did he feel, Shen Sheng asked, "Where is it?"

After a while, something was said over there.

Lu Qiang frowned: "A little louder."

"I said, I was at Wuqing Railway Station, just got off the bus, what should I do next?"

She shouted, this time it was very clear, every word was like a hammer, knocking **** his heart.

Lu Qiang swallowed: "...You said where are you?"

She shouted: "Wu Qing."

"Huaizhou Wuqing?"

"Yes!"

Lu Qiang's hand propped Kang Yan'er, squeezed hard, the joints were white, and he didn't speak for a while. Anxiously asked over there: "And then, how do you go?"

Lu Qiang finally responded, dragged his coat, and walked out in a few steps: "Wait for me there." He yanked open the door. Several people outside were startled and looked at him together. He rushed to the root: "Car key."

Suddenly, he acted before thinking, and threw him to the air.

Lu Qiang caught it and walked out without explanation.

Lu Yin took a breath: "You're going to be a little bit cold," she trembles with a bit of blame and a little coquettishness.

Lu Qiang pursed his lips: "I will soon. You are waiting in the waiting room."

The outdoor temperature was minus 20 degrees, Lu Yin got off the train, a breath of breath rushed from the nose to the back of the brain, and the temple jumped suddenly. The cashmere coat and little boots she wore were blown through by the wind and instantly punched her through.

She came here for the first time in such a north place. In the morning, she checked the flight to Huaizhou, and then transferred the train to Wuqing. Then she didn't know how to go. She was afraid that he was busy before, and now she can only call him.

Lu Yin put away her phone and turned back to the waiting room.

Wuqing is not big. The railway station has a long history. It was repaired by the former Soviet Union. The yellow walls and green tiles are only one floor. The staff were all wearing military coats, and the heating measures were not perfect. Lu Yin sat for a while, and his feet had lost consciousness.

She is in the corner of the station, the door is in front of the right, and there are not many rides at the small station, and only occasionally comes in alone. She stared in that direction without knowing how long it was before the curtain was vigorously lifted and a tall figure walked in.

Lu Yin's eyes brightened, and he stood up sharply, his feet numb, and then fell back.

Lu Qiang also seemed to have a sense, and his eyes fell straight on her. At that moment, no one was moving, so he looked at each other for a while.

He seemed to unconsciously touch his pocket, but did not continue, striding over.

Lu Yin moved his feet and slowly got up: "So fast?"

Around half an hour.

Lu Qiang said with a cold face: "Will you not call me?"

"I hit."

"What did you do earlier?" Her eyes fell on her red nose, and her voice softened: "Let's go."

He was carrying the luggage in one hand and holding her in the other, like holding an ice cube.

Lu Yin's pace is slow.

He stopped. "Frozen?"

"You are too cold here."

Lu Qiang glanced at her, let go of her hand, half bowed. Lu Yin was unknown. So, in the next second, he turned around and was held up by his knees.

Lu Yin whispered and patted him on the back: "Let's let go, so many people are watching."

"Stop it if you are afraid of watching."

He ignored her and took her all the way.

The car parked in the front square, Lu Qiang opened the back door of the bread, threw her in, pulled off her coat, wrapped her in groups, and then went around to light the fire and turn on the air conditioner.

Lu Qiang did not rush away, sitting next to Lu Yin.

Her cheeks were slightly red with congestion and shrunk in the corner. She was covered in a coat and only had two eyes.

Lu Qiang dragged her feet and took off her shoes and socks together. Lu Yin struggled: "What are you doing?"

He tugged, lifted the clothes on his chest, put the two little feet on his stomach, and could not help shaking, "Fuck, it's so **** cool."

Lu Yin bit her lip and flinched: "I don't need to..."

"How long have you waited?"

"It didn't take long," Feet slowly felt the heat: "Just call you as soon as you get out of the car."

"Aren't you coming back on the fourth day?"

Lu Yin collapsed: "I shouldn't have been there."

"Not good for you?"

"It's not." Lu Yin couldn't define it. After all, her uncle treated her sincerely. Her aunt was mean, but she didn't tear her face. Everyone loves money, maybe it is too much.

In the final analysis, that is not home. If there is a sense of belonging, she will not appear here now.

Not wanting to continue this topic, Lu Yin turned and asked, "How is the aunt's injury?"

Lu Qiang leaned forward, and even put her hands in her: "The doctor has seen it, it is estimated to be adopted."

Lu Yin yelled, hands and feet on his chest, curled up, strangely awkward posture.

The two chatted for a while, the temperature in the car rose, the hands and feet warmed up, and finally it was not so cold.

After spending half an hour in the car, the sun was slanting west, and the sun was red, shining strangely on the icy windows of the car window.

Lu Yin asked: "When will we go back?"

"Not cold?"

"Ok."

Lu Qiang took her foot out, squeezed it up and down, white and soft, smooth and clear nails, powdery, so his slap.

Lu Yin flinched, his hands tightened, and it was naturally sent to his nose to sniff, deliberately teasing her: "It's **** stinky."

Lu Yin's face was flushed, and his hand was twisted on his chest, "...then you still smell."

Lu Qiang smelled it again, sticking her mouth and kissing her feet and toes: "I don't want to give up."

"You have something wrong."

The two fought together and struggled for a long time. Lu Qiang found her lips and kissed them fiercely. The kiss didn't separate for a long time. At the end, her breathing was messy.

Lu Qiang finally let her go, with a low voice: "Why did you come?"

Lu Yin's lips were red: "There is nowhere to go anyway."

Lu Qiang pinched her meat.

Lu Yinbaya changed his mouth and said, "I want to see you."

Lu Qiang looked at her and squeezed out of her teeth: "You **** always have the ability to make Lao Tzu miss you."

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