Night

Night

Night

I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.

I was bowing my head, listening wrong, wrinkled and turned the lighter’s head to the maximum.

I lighted a cigarette up to the driver and said, “Big brother, she’s a bad temper. Don’t you see her like that. I’ll bring her up.

I stood up and raised the glass, and I let the model say, “Come on, let’s drink.”

I said in my mouth that I had a bottle of wine in my hand, and I swung it out of my model’s eye, and a glass of wine was pouring all over the driver’s face.

I’m pretty quick at this. The driver rubbed his face and said, “Fuck you…

I smiled and said, “Big brother, blame me, blame me, my stupid hand is shaking, I’ll wipe you.”

I stretched my sleeves to the face of the driver, hid the lighter in my hand, saw the driver’s door, I snapped on the fire, and the flame fell on the driver’s eye.

It was so sudden that the driver screamed with his face.

I fell on the corner of the table with my head in my arms, and the driver screamed again, staring at my face, bleeding out of my head, dyeing my hand red.

I used it hard, and the pots and pots on the table jumped, and the soup splattered.

The model is not a fuel-saving lamp, but it’s a good thing to see the situation, and it’s a good thing to hold up a pot of rooster on the driver’s head, and it’s not a bad thing to say.

I’m a small-time driver with a model.

The boys out there heard noises, hurried out into the yard, looked at the driver on the table, tried to turn his face, and some with sticks wanted to play.

I’ve got a driver in my hand and a chopstick in my hand, and I’ve been yelling at the boys. Come on, motherfuckers. I’ll see if you’re fast or I’m fast. I’ll give him a life for an eye.

I put the driver on the table and the chopsticks looked like they were going to stab him in the eye.

It’s probably my hard-on who stopped at the door of the yard and didn’t dare to go forward.

Dancers and Sonhana screamed, and I looked like a monster.

The model whispered behind me, “Damn, Chenka, I can’t tell you, you’ve had a lot of fun with both hands.

It’s a big deal to look at.

The boss of the factory, looking at the fire on both sides, turned his eyes around and started to say, “Hey, chief, stop messing around.

The driver’s name is Hu.

I let go of my hand, and the driver grunts up from the table, rubs his face on the table napkin, snorts and gass, and stares at me with a pair of dead fish.

The director stabbed the driver and said, “Say something and apologize to the chief.”

The driver grunted, biting on the back of his teeth, and said, “Man, Chen, I can’t see it. It’s a dirty hand.

I’m just saying, I’m a business man. You’re welcome.

The driver also wanted to talk to me, and the manager said, “What’s all this nonsense?

The driver looked me in the eye, and he walked out of the yard with his head around his head, and he walked seven times against eight, and he looked at me as an enemy…

I can’t eat this meal.

The manager had the man repackaged the table and refilled a few dishes.

The manager of the factory, laughing, advised me that we in the mountains are human beings with a low level of education, and that you should be more patient.

I found out that the manager was a chameleon, probably because I had a hard time, knowing that I was a very unorthodox stinger, apparently took advantage of it and said so softly.

I was playing with a lighter on the back of my chair. I didn’t say anything.

The manager said, “Be assured, I’m not a pervert, we’re not human traffickers, we’re really short of talent in the factory. We’re just here to do some work. Don’t worry, after these two months, let them go home with their pay.

I saw my concerns at first sight and two words came to my heart.

But I still don’t believe it.

Forced arrest, with a hit man.

This doesn’t look like a serious business.

Besides, it is estimated that these three gods don’t even touch a bowl at home to find what they can do.

I said, I don’t care if you don’t work, but I’ve brought you here, and I’ve got a lot of legs to go back to.

The manager smiled and said, “Chief, don’t worry, we’re a real business. You’re welcome to stay.”

That’s a good point, but the boss’s attitude is unexpectedly low.

I don’t think so.

It’s not like I’m deliberately trying to get the three gods in this place, but I’m really afraid that any company will be in peace and well-being, especially in our business.

If I knew we’d end up stuck in this little shithole, I wouldn’t take the deal.

Speaking of which, it’s money. My cousin and I did get greedy.

I feel a little regret in my heart.

The dancers and Sonhana fools also began to see something wrong, and kept their heads down.

A meal with grass, the director of the factory took a few times without the mood, and he had no fun.

Looks like it’s getting dark, and the head of the narcissistic plant says you’ve been busy all day.

I borrowed the ass and said, “Okay, it’s too early. We’ll talk tomorrow.

The driver didn’t show up anymore. The manager took us to the dorm.

The dorms are in the middle of the three courtyards, and they’re counting from east to west.

I took a look in the house, the room was clean, the sheets were new, the items were complete, and obviously it didn’t mean to embarrass us.

The dancers chose the first one in the west, Sonhana the second one, the third one in the model, and I didn’t have a choice. I lived in the last one next to the model.

We sneaked our bags into each other’s house, and when I came in, I noticed that there was still no cell phone, and there was no Wi-Fi in the house.

I know it’s not like the boss smiles, but he’s a laughing tiger.

I saw it through the window, and there were a couple of young men standing in front of the yard.

I can tell by looking at this situation that we’re accused of being in this yard and that there’s no way to run.

The more calm I’ve been since I’ve been living in the north, the more calm I’ve been, the more I know what’s going to happen in this village tomorrow, and it’s going to have to take a good rest tonight.

It’s okay.

There’s a shower in the dorm, and the water’s hot. I took a hot bath, I took out a washing kit, I washed my face, I brushed my teeth, and I saw a hand shave in the toilet. A razor, and two giddy razor blades. I kept them. I took them off.

When I was finished at 9:00 p.m., the car was a little tired, there was no Internet in the house, and I had no time for this isolation, and I had one less solitude, and I fell asleep on the back of my bed.

I had a very heavy sleep, and I didn’t know how long it had taken, and I was asleep in a coma, listening to a knock.

It’s kind of a rush to knock on the door. I sat up, dressed, put razor blades in my sleeve and went to the door and asked who.

The outside model whispers, Chenka, you open the door.

As soon as I heard it was a model, opened the door and the model came in with a pillow covers.

I said, sister, you don’t sleep blind at night.

The model stares like a light bulb and sits in my bed and says, “I’ll sleep in your house. I can’t sleep in that house. I’m scared.”

When I looked at the model, I didn’t get any sleep. I guess that’s how it worked.

I can’t tell you how we sleep.

Our four dormitories are one bed, one radish, one pit, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, one bed, the other.

The model bites his teeth and says, “Changa, if we don’t squeeze, we’re not strangers anyway.

It’s a face-to-face situation.

I said no no, it’s not like we’re alone at night.

I took the covers off the bed and laid them on the floor, put a pillow on them and rebed the models.

The model also wanted to be humbled, and I was lying on the floor, and I went back to sleep.

And I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t sleep, and I was squirted, and I was lying in my bed with my head clear, and I listened to the model start making pancakes in my bed, and a little bed turned her on, and I was still squeaking in my ear, and I started to get upset.

The model couldn’t sleep, started looking for me, turned over again in bed, said, “Speak to me, I’m scared.”

I see the model is a demon. I don’t talk. Keep pretending to sleep.

I’m afraid I’ll have something to do with it.

I’ve been a fan of modeling, but I don’t know, I don’t know, I haven’t had any trouble in years.

When I entered the profession, my cousin seriously told me that he was doing it for the sake of money, for the sake of not being able to do it, for the purpose of doing business, and to turn his back and become a new person, and that once he was involved with the client, he would step in the mud and never turn back.

I’ve kept my cousin’s words in my heart, and that’s why I haven’t tripped in years.

Actually, I know that modeling is kind of funny to me, and I’m not an unsavory rock.

But it seems to me that we’re two scavengers in the next nine years, and the money comes together, and the money splits, and we’re all so much more involved, and we end up having a lot of fun, but it’s not as good as now.

I chose restraint in the face of the luxury of emotion.

I went on playing dead, and the next second I felt like I had a hammer on my head, and I took a look at it, and the model took a shoe and hit it on my head.

I’m totally bored. Sit up and say, “What are you doing?

The model sat on the bed and looked at me and said, “Changa, are we really stuck in this shithole?”

The model sits on the bed with his hair on his head and he starts to cry down without saying anything.

I’m a soft-hearted man, and I look at a model like that, and I lose my head.

I said no. They don’t think they’re human traffickers. Besides you, I told you it wasn’t safe. You had to get involved.

The model cried and said if it wasn’t for the money, who the fuck would have come here.

I said, you need money to tell me. I’ll lend it to you.

The model looked at me with red eyes and said, “Changa, I just don’t want to owe you money, I’m uncomfortable with taking your money, and I don’t want you to think that I’m the same as they are.

It’s kind of a chorus, a word to my heart, and I didn’t think the model would take a real risk in the middle of the night.

I waved out like a bonkers, and said, “Damn it, you’re a big man. Who are you?

I took the power out of the model.

After that, the model had a little smiley face, and the model was happy with his mouth.

I’m saying you’re the only one who’s lost his temper.

The model is completely happy and smiles and says, “Tenga owes you.”

The model took another shoe on the floor and threw his hand at it. It was a good hit, and it got to my head.

I’m a little tired of smashing.

The model suddenly took away his smile and looked at me for ten seconds, and he looked so straight and he saw my hair.

What are you thinking? Want to kiss me?

The model stunned and looked at me and said,

I felt the back of my head and said, “What’s your name?

The model’s suffocating, and he’s like, “No, I don’t want to talk about you.”

After the model groaned, she was silent, and I didn’t know what kind of disease she would cry or laugh about, and I didn’t know what to say, and I just sat on the floor, staring at two people staring at each other.

It’s good to never be alive in the country’s home, and it’s a squawk and a toad outside the window, just to cover up the awkwardness of the house.

The model was silent for 10 minutes, and suddenly his eyes were red. If anything happened, you wouldn’t leave me here and run away.

The tears of watching the model start to circle again.

I’m telling you, Grandma, they’re such a good business, they’re human traffickers, they’re worth a few dollars.

And I was standing in my chest with a warranty, and suddenly I heard the sound of a tumultuous footsteps in the courtyard, as if it were more than one person, and the sound of the footsteps entered the courtyard in haste.

Modeling a spirit says, Chenka, someone.

I was scared enough of this. I made a silent gesture to the model, and I turned up, and I walked up to the window and watched.

Several young men marched into the yard and were the hitters with the narcissistic boss.

The boys didn’t come through my room and the model’s room, went straight into the yard to the dancer’s room and Sonhana’s room, and then they knocked.

I watched the dancers light up in Songhana’s house.

A young man who led the attack was screaming outside the door, waking up, waking up, getting up to work.

The dancers say, “What kind of work is it?”

I heard a little bit of the dancer voice, apparently scared.

To be honest, this happened in the middle of the night, not to mention that the dancers were afraid and I was sweating on my back.

The young man was impatient to say that we were in the factory, and you took our money and didn’t want to work.

Dancers are not stupid at this time, and I’m not going to go through the door and I’m going to tell your boss tomorrow.

Sonhana also hides in her room and says, “Go, or I’ll call the police.”

The boy smiled and said, “Call the police, you’re scaring the grandson.

The group was so angry that they started to smash the door, and then they broke down the door, and the first two young men were looking at them, and they walked back two steps and ran over the door.

I listened to the sound of two loudspeakers, then the door was knocked open, and a crowd of people broke into two rooms, and the dancers and Sonhana cried out for help, and then the two houses scrambled and scrambled and scrambled, with a couple of slaps. It was clear that the crowds were moving, and the noises in the house were getting smaller, and the tears were coming from the dancers and Songhana.

When I saw something wrong, I wanted to open the door and save people.

It’s not really me, it’s me who really can’t take this responsibility. I’m the one who brought these idiots into this. I can’t take this responsibility if something happened here.

I just got dressed and I heard these guys rushing out of the house, and I went down to the window, and a couple of the boys dragged with Song Hana, and they ran out of the house, and they didn’t even change their clothes, and they were naked in their pajamas, and they were all covered in rags, so they couldn’t make a sound, and I looked out of the yard in a hurry and I couldn’t see.

The model was clearly excited and locked the door in close and hard, and brought all the tables and chairs up to the door and sewd the curtains again.

The model stares at me and says, “Changa, you said they’re not human traffickers.

I got a smoke in my chair at the door, and I didn’t think these guys were so cool that they broke in at night without saying anything.

The model said, “Changa, why don’t we run away?”

I called the model to the window, pointed to the door, and I saw a couple of young men at the door.

I said to the model, “We’ve got people watching us, don’t make any noise tonight, we’ll get to tomorrow, I’ll look at the terrain when it’s dawn, and we’ll run when we get a chance.

Model says, OK, I listen to you.

The model’s got a face without the heart.

It’s not like this, it’s not like you’re the master of the province. You know, when you used to be rich for two generations, you call it “heavy” when you’re on moonlight, but now you can’t see it working.

Rural and urban areas are already two worlds, and far from the mountain high emperors, civilization is in vain and only the most primitive violence can make a living.

I’m stuck in this primitive trap with two models from the city.

I look at the model’s face and comfort her that you’re going to sleep. I’ll hold the door for you, and we’ll be able to run tomorrow.

In a place like this, no amount of money can be spent, and physical strength is essential.

The model lighted his bed, but he couldn’t sleep, turned over and started talking to me.

Models talk a lot tonight, and I know it’s scary and patient.

Model says, “Changa, come and sleep.”

I said, “No, I’ll sit at the door and hold the door for you.”

The model said, “Changa, can you take me out tomorrow?”

I said, I’m trying.

I don’t know what’s in my heart. It’s a mountain and a forest. I don’t know.

The model said, “Don’t leave me here alone, okay?

I said, “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll take you out, too.”

The model says, “Changa, I see you’ve done a great job today.”

I said, “Yes, I learned martial arts at the age of four from an old boxer in my family, two years after learning all the skills of an old boxer, I used a killer when I was six years old, I hit the ground with one punch, I went out with one punch, I was famous, I ran through Shaolin’s woody alley, I broke through Wudang’s Taig-seven, and I’ve got my brother’s legends everywhere…”

Models are not stupid, I’m happy to say, shit, Chenka, you can’t spit ivory in a dog’s mouth, and you’re so full of shit.

We’ve got a bunch of crap, and models seem to have forgotten their fears for a while, and they haven’t had an hour to sleep.

I was stuck in the middle of the night and lost in a chair by the door.

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but I heard something in the yard.

That’s how people sleep when they have things in their hearts.

When I heard it, I stood up and the model woke up.

Models say that Chen Ga is back.

I nod my head, and the stylists are so loud.

We were lying by the balcony, pulling the corner of the curtains, and we saw the boys back in the yard again.

A group of people split up, one towed with a dancer, one towed with a Song Ha Na, and watched two men put up by these men, holding their heads and their legs together, and not seeing any activity on them, like two dead people…

One of the first boys said, “Oh, shit, now that the pussy’s a bad girl, it’s not gonna work for a couple of minutes.

A young man behind him said, “Don’t spoil yourself, the manager said, “They’re all the same. The third woman is the best, the nine-headed, long legs.

These guys say it’s a dirty laugh.

The model listens to the sound in the yard and knows that the people are talking about themselves, and they’re talking to me, and they’re coming over…

I said you’d hide under the bed.

I think it’s tight under that bed, but it’s a good model.

The model noded and jumped under the bed.

I kept pulling the curtains and watching the group drag the dancers and Sonhana back to their room and turn around and go to the model’s house and start smashing.

These guys had a temper, they had to listen to the house without a sound, and they broke into the door and said, “Hey, man, this house is empty and the bitch ran away.”

The guy at the front says we’re in front of the door, and we can’t run.

These guys were laughing at my house while laughing.

I saw the model hiding under the bed, shivering like a sieve, and I held up the floor, covered up and stuffed into the bed, blocked the model, and the table chair was repositioned.

And I pulled two razor blades out of my pocket, took them off, hid one in my sleeve, and put one in my left hand, strangling.

I brought these blades from the wash table. I kept them for nothing, just in case.

The crowd came to the door and slammed the door.

I just woke up and cried out of the house. Who is it?

Open the door! Open the door!

I’m just saying, what’s the matter?

You’re out there scolding me and saying, “Damn it, you open it.”

They’re coming up again and they’re banging their balls on the door.

If the wood door in the countryside is not solid, I know it has to be broken and I don’t expect it to block them.

I went to the door, listened to the sound and stepped on it, and I fucked up.

When they were going to hit the door, I opened the door and pulled it, and hid side by side, reaching out half a foot, and the guy who hit the door ran into the air, and he came in with his body, and I tripped under his feet, and he fell down on the ground and he came to eat shit.

He fell like a big bear, and the house was squeaky, and he stood up half a day, staring at me, and he said, “You’re being stupid.”

I put my hand behind my back with a blade, and I said, “No, boss, I’ve just slept well. You let me open the door and I’ll open the door. Who knows when you open the door.

Big dog looked up and said I’d kill you.

Big bear punches me in the fists, squeezes a man out of the house, and I look at the leader of the gang who saw it in the window.

The leader’s wrinkled eyebrow blocked the big bear and said, “Don’t worry about it.

And then he turned his head and asked me, “Where the hell is the girl next door?”

These guys seem like they have a temper. They don’t talk without scolding.

I’ll keep pretending. Which girl?

The leader’s impatience says which one is the highest of the three.

It’s a model.

I said I don’t know.

The big bear fell on his back and said, “Oh, shit, look what time it is. Did you hide it?

I said it’s this big house. Look at it.

As soon as I got out, I gave up the place.

The guys turned around from my house and didn’t see a model.

The bear told the leader that it was broken, brother, and the bitch probably heard the sound and ran off.

I pretended to be in a hurry. Brother, the girl ran away? I’m the one who brought this guy back. I can’t take responsibility.

The leader is in a hurry, and he’s pulling me out and saying, “Get the fuck out of here, three dogs, and get the boys out there.”

So the big bear called the three dogs.

It’s a good show to see me, and these guys are getting out of the house, and the leader’s one foot has already crossed the threshold, and he just stops there, and his head turns around the corner and says, “No, there’s still a woman slipper in here.”

I look at this guy, and my brain blows.

One of the model’s slippers is down there, and it’s pink, with a Hello Kitty on its face, and it looks like a woman’s.

I remembered this was the shoe that the model had hit on my head. I was in the middle of something.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.