Dog Man

"Dog Man" Tranquility

Qiao Jiang took the time to go back to the Mid-Levels Villa. The lease was until the end of the year, and she didn't cancel it in advance. The apartment had always been empty. The swimming pool was still full of fallen leaves, but no one was sitting by the pool anymore to reach inside. Leaves.

There were two more chairs by the pool, a lounge chair and a curved seat. She walked over and saw the word "ginger" engraved on the edge of the lounge chair. Looking at the seat again, she could see an orchid carved in the middle of the chair. And the back of the curved chair that expands backwards is engraved with four words: [Happy Birthday]

This is Yan Zhao's birthday gift to Gao Jinlan.

Qiao Jiang also prepared a gift, a red coat. Gao Jinlan liked bright colors, but she always said that she was old and not suitable for wearing such red colors. Qiao Jiang originally planned to wait until her birthday before letting her wear it, but it turned out , it’s too late for anything.

She walked around the upper and lower floors of the villa, then went up the mountain and brought over the gifts that Gao Jinlan had prepared for the Miao couple. Gao Jinlan was a kind-hearted person and got along well with his neighbors no matter where he lived, even during the holidays. They will give you some small desserts made by yourself, and they pay great attention to etiquette.

After hearing about Gao Jinlan's death, Miao's mother shed tears on the spot. She grabbed Qiao Jiang's wrist and said, "Qiao Jiang, don't be afraid. If anything happens to you in the future, just come to your aunt and uncle."

Qiao Jiang nodded casually. God, she had heard too much of these rhetoric and no longer wanted to hear them. She distributed the gifts prepared by Gao Jinlan to them, and gave Miao Xue a set of Chanel skirts alone. Then she walked back alone. Miao Xue did not Follow her up safely and ask her if she wants to smoke.

Qiao Jiang shook her head. She rarely smoked these days when Yan Zhao was here. Whenever she picked up a cigarette, the man would come over, take the cigarette from her hand, press her on the bed and squeeze her without restraint. , she was fucked and passed out many times, but she rarely slept well.

Every time I wake up in the morning, I can see the man's rough face. He always loves to hold her tightly, breathless. Her arms are wrapped around the back of his neck, and her cheek is pressed against the side of his neck. In a very intimate posture, the sun shone through the curtains and cast a warm light. She looked at that light and felt peaceful in her heart.

"Sister?" Miao Xue shouted several times. Seeing that she finally came to her senses, she asked in a low voice, "Will you come again in the future?"

"I don't know." Qiao Jiang looked into the distance and paused for a moment before taking out her bag. He handed her his business card and said, "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can call this number."

"Sister..." Miao Xue was stunned, took it and thanked her.

Qiao Jiang walked all the way to Yan Zhao's small warehouse. The blue iron door was closed and unlocked. She pushed the door and went in. The spring bed was covered with blue and gray plaid sheets. There was a bucket under the table. There are more than a dozen round pieces of wood, some of which have a broken opening, some of the "ginger" characters are not carved properly, some of them are too small, and some of them are painted in too ugly colors. In addition to orange, there are also yellow and green colors inside.

Yan Zhao waited for her here, waited for her in the mountainside villa, and waited for her in her rented house.

Every night he waited for her, he took a carving knife and carved oranges.

Qiao Jiang sat down on the spring bed and turned over his pillow. Sure enough, she pulled something out from under the pillow. It was a photo. It was already dark outside. She turned on the light and saw that the photo was taken. herself.

She fell asleep, lying on the bed, her face after drinking was a gentle rouge color, her long eyelashes cast a butterfly-shaped shadow on her eyelids, her lips were raised in a smile.

It was the day she was drunk.