Chapter 7: massage

Chapter 7: massage

    The woman shouted in a familiar way before she realized it, and looked at her son cautiously.

    Ruan Qingmu didn't react at all, and didn't have the expression of disgust in the past, but looked as usual, entered the room, and sniffed.

    "Any sweet and sour pork ribs?"

    This is a set of residential buildings facing the street. Every household has ripped off the balconies on the first floor and opened up to face the street. There are breakfast stalls, canteens, hardware stores, and Ruan Qingmu This family opened a small massage - massage shop.

      The fried shredded pork is refreshing and refreshing, the eggplant in chicken sauce is neatly arranged, and the fried broccoli is green in color.

    It's all Ruan Qingmu's **** craftsmanship.

    There was also a man sitting at the table, very young, with white pupils, when he heard Ruan Qingmu's voice, he raised his head to say hello: "Xiaomu is back?"

    The direction of the line of sight is roughly correct, but the angle is wrong, obviously the eyes are blind.

     Ruan Qingmu sat down, picked up chopsticks, took a piece of sweet and sour steak, and put it in her mouth: "Well, it's delicious."

    My mother drew a basin of cold water from the kitchen in the back and brought it over: "My face is covered in sweat, and I eat without washing."

    Ruan Qingmu had inconvenience in her legs and feet, and was not pretentious, so she wiped her face with the basin of water.

    The sweaty face is refreshed, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the eyes are clear.

    He picked his forehead and wet his hair, smiled and said, "Thank you mom."

    As soon as these words came out, mother Mu Wanli and technician Xiao Zheng were a little stunned.

    Ruan Qingmu sighed in her heart.

    Of course he knew why.

    The original owner of this body is a single-parent family, and his mother Mu Wanli raised him, which can be called hard work.

    But in Ruan Qingmu's eyes, the playful eyes of the man who came in and out of the house, the neighbor's playful eyes, was undoubtedly enough to overwhelm an introverted half-old child.

    In my memory, the original body was extremely emotionally unstable. She often cried secretly in the middle of the night. She was full of resentment towards her mother's job—yes, the job that raised him.

    Before the car accident, the original boy hadn't called Mom for a long time, let alone such a gentle and well-behaved thank you.

    While eating, Ruan Qingmu helped Mu Wanli with a small steak: "Mom, you can eat too."

    Mu Wanli looked at her son suspiciously, and quickly blocked: "Come away, I don't like to eat this, it's not that you don't know."

    "We had a history class last semester." Ruan Qingmu's cheeks were bulging, "The teacher told us that when the price of pork soared in the Ming Dynasty, pork rose by 400%, which is much more valuable than it is now. ."

    His voice was vague: "Our teacher likes to talk nonsense, and she also said that her family has been buying less pork recently. She bought some spare ribs, but she was willing to give it to her children."

    Mu Wanli's hands froze completely, staring blankly at the ribs in the bowl.

    She lowered her head suddenly, turned and walked quickly towards the back kitchen, her voice trembling a little: "Look at my memory, I forgot... put the soup out."

    Xiao Zheng turned his head hesitantly, his pale white eyes were out of focus, he wanted to say something, but stopped again.

     Ruan Qingmu turned to look at a massage room behind: "Is Sister Yun still working?"

    Xiao Zheng came back to his senses: "Well, the old Li from the third building is here, and Xiao Yun is doing it. It's coming, there are still twenty minutes."

    Thirty-eight yuan for a full body massage, usually an hour.

      price.

    The people who come here are also old neighbors who are familiar with the road nearby.

    Ruan Qingmu's chopsticks stopped slightly, speeding up her meal. After three or two finished cooking, she turned around and opened the curtain of the massage room.

    The house is a small room with two bedrooms and one living room. The two houses have been opened up as massage rooms, and there are three massage beds in them.

    In the summer, of course, the air conditioner is turned on in the massage room, but the room is not sunny, the light is not good, and it looks a bit dark.

    In addition to the smoke inside, it is even more difficult to see.

    The bald old man with the big belly was lying on his back with his eyes closed, and a slender young girl was standing beside him, concentrating on helping him press his temples.

    "Uncle Li turn around, I'll press your back." The girl said softly.

    The old man responded, and when he turned over, his hand touched the thigh of the young girl.

    Ruan Qingmu walked over quietly, reached out and grabbed the young girl's hand, and lowered her voice in her ear: "Sister Xiaoyun, you go to dinner, I'll replace you."

    The blind girl was startled, but Ruan Qingmu gently covered her mouth.

     Quietly pushed her out the door, Ruan Qingmu stood by the massage table, looked down, and slowly began to press on the chubby back.

    The old man was pressed into a drowsy state, completely unaware of the change, and hummed in a daze. Reach out to the side.

    At this moment, Ruan Qingmu moved.

     He grabbed the wrist neatly, he lifted it up sharply, the man's arm was twisted behind his back, and only heard a "click" sound.

    In a sudden exclamation, Ruan Qingmu bent down and said casually: "I'm sorry, I'm stronger than Sister Yun."

    Twisted the man's arm slightly, he heard another scream with satisfaction, and the voice was surprised: "Oh, dislocated?"

    The voice alarmed the people outside, mother Mu Wanli hurriedly opened the curtain and came in, hurriedly helping the old man: "Oh, Uncle Li, what's the matter, what's wrong?"

    Lao Li was helped by her to the dislocated arm, screaming like a pig: "Ah, ah! Your son, he beat people!"

     Ruan Qingmu shrugged at Mu Wanli: "It's just not careful. Don't worry, it's alright."

    Before a few people could react, he suddenly grabbed the man's arm, twisted it again and again, and followed by another tragic howl from Old Li, Ruan Qingmu grinned: " Look, all right."

    Old Li was covered in sweat, his neck stiffened, he moved his arms up and down, left and right, sure enough, okay?

    As soon as Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand, she grabbed his wrist and twisted again: "Uncle Li, be careful, don't twist it again."

    In the dark room, he bared his teeth and smiled at Lao Li: "Maybe it will really break next time."

    "You you..." He stuttered, his chubby body shrank back, and turned to look at Mu Wanli, "Look at your son!"

    Mu Wanli glanced at her son hurriedly, and quickly burst into a smile: "Oh, don't be as knowledgeable as a child!"

    She grabbed a hundred-yuan bill and shoved it into Lao Li's hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, today's money doesn't count, you can use this one hundred yuan to buy a braised vegetable ."

    Old Li scolded, and as he walked out, he muttered: "Unfortunate, never come again!"

    Ruan Qingmu followed him out, watching him go out, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Don't come again, come and fight once."

    Old Li was angry, and called out: "Bah, you are a little **** with no hair, you know a fart! You should ask Xiaoyun if she wants me to come!"

    Before Ruan Qingmu could reply, Mu Wanli jumped up.

    Grabbing the fly swatter on the table, she stepped out the door, chased Lao Li and hit: "You immortal, try to scold again! My son can also be scolded by you?"

    Lao Li was beaten by her fly swatter: "You crazy woman, the little one is crazy, and the old one is crazy too?"

    Old Li grabbed his neck: "Fart, I'm sitting upright!"

    Mu Wanli sneered and grabbed Lao Li's pocket, reached out and grabbed a hundred yuan: "Go away for the old lady! I don't want to give you a face, and you are still screeching!"

    Old Li was furious, but he didn't dare to fight with her. He ran to the distance and shouted at the room, "Xiaoyun, next time this little **** is away, I'll come again. !"

    Mu Wanli came back with her hands on her hips, panting and ruffled her hair, and handed a hundred yuan to Xiaoyun: "Here it is for you, that immortal massage-massage fee. "

    Xiaoyun shook her head and said in a low voice, "He didn't give any money..."

    Mu Wanli couldn't help but shoved it to her: "Take it, you will take it."

    While talking, several people came in at the door.

    A man in his thirties was in front, followed by two yellow-haired boys, all wearing only vests and slippers.

    The man headed by the man was hardcover and tough, wearing a pair of ripped jeans, and his bare arms were densely covered with tattoos, the left blue dragon and the right white tiger, with hideous patterns.

     "Why is Sister Li angry? It's such a hot day." He asked with a smile.

    Mu Wanli replied angrily: "It's okay, that **** Lao Li ate a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, dared to scold my son, and was beaten out by me."

    The flower-armed man, headed by him, glanced at Ruan Qingmu, suddenly tilted his head suspiciously, and said nothing.

    Strange, this kid from Sister Mu’s family turned around and left as if he had seen his enemy when he saw him coming.

    Mu Wanli looked at the three of them: "Do you want to press? Then go in and lie down."

    Several men responded, the two yellow-haired men entered a room, and the man with flower arms had his own room.

    The man with flower arms was sitting beside the bed, unbuttoned his belt, and was taking off his pants when he heard a dark and cold sneer behind him.

     "Don't take it off, the air conditioner is on, I'm afraid you will catch a cold."

    The flower-armed man was startled and hurriedly picked up his pants: "You, what are you doing here?"

    Ruan Qingmu closed the door and locked it with her backhand.

    Mu Wanli started knocking on the door outside, a little anxious: "Twilight? How did you get in?"

     Ruan Qingmu called through the crack of the door, "Mom, you've been tired all day, I'll take care of you for a while."

    No matter what Mu Wanli called outside, he just ignored it and raised his chin at the flower-armed man: "Don't lie down yet?"

    The flower-armed man squinted at him, raised his pants and lay down.

    Will this kid press it? He was wearing trousers and was sweating on a hot day, how could he be so awkward?

     Ruan Qingmu sat beside the bed and picked up a towel.

    Slowly, he shook the towel and straightened it. Then, he suddenly covered the man's mouth and nose, and pressed it down heavily.

    The flower-armed man immediately had difficulty breathing in his mouth and nose, and was so frightened that as soon as his arm was propped up, he wanted to struggle to get up. Strongly suppressed his upper body.

    "Listen, don't try to hit my mother in the future." He bent down and said in a low voice, the boy's delicate eyebrows were full of anger that did not match his age, "If you dare to bully her, I can abolish you, believe it or not?"

    The author has something to say: Don't be afraid!

    There are not so many bad people anymore, the little master just came over, everyone is bad, this is a society ruled by law!