Chapter 7 Who moved the little cherry of the fungus?

Fungus wants his father to live, because he is going to heaven to find a little cherry, where there is blue sky and white clouds, and she can dance on his palm... Because little cherry and fungus like summer, little cherry in this season likes to wear hard-to-manage silk dresses, with gorgeous or elegant colors, wrapped in protruding breasts, concave waists, and upturned buttocks.She has delicate cheeks and cherry red lips, like ripe and plump cherries, as if sweet juice would ooze out with a light kiss, her neck is slender and soft, like a fairy in a magical world, charming and seductive , as if it could be kneaded into a soft ball and hovered in the palm.

When summer comes, Little Cherry will carry the silk dresses in kraft paper bags, tap on the counter and say: Hi... The voice is like ice-cold jelly, and the fungus can distinguish her footsteps ten meters away. When she came in, she didn't dare to look up. She took the bag with her head buried in her head, and hurriedly counted the clothes and wrote the receipts. The 22-year-old boy was just It is an age when imagination is infinite and courageous, and many things can only be imprisoned in imagination by shyness. She pinched the pen with her verdant fingers and signed her name: Ge Bu.

Fungus willingly took care of the dry cleaning shop for her father, so that she could see Little Cherry once a week. The clothes she sent were soaked with a touch of deodorant, which inadvertently got into her nostrils, passing through her heart ambiguously and warmly. My father is an absurd and unruly man who only cares about his own happiness. He regarded marriage as a fetter and threw it away early, but there are so many women who like him. Mu Er clearly remembers that when he was eight years old, he was awakened by the noise in the middle of the night and saw a desperate and angry man. The woman held the scissors in her hand, but his father said calmly: "Life and death are up to you, this is your choice, I can't help it."A plump woman was hiding behind him, her pajamas were casually draped over her shoulders, her round breasts popped out from the edge of her pajamas like trapped doves from time to time, there were a little dark red suction marks, like falling red, full of gorgeous .

Later, the scissors fell to the ground, and the woman left in a huff. That night, the eyes of the fungus opened in panic, and the woman's screams came from the next door from time to time. It was a steady stream of panic stuffed into his young heart. He thought it was possible that his father After killing that woman, he seemed to hate women all over the world, and liked to bite them, leaving scars on their bodies and hearts.The next morning, the woman was wearing her father's shirt and was boiling milk in the kitchen, with a long-lasting blush on her cheeks, seeing his doubtful eyes, and warmly touching his head: handsome boy, what do you want to eat...

The morning breeze passed through the window, lifted the large shirt, and there was a buzzing in the head of the fungus, and he saw the woman's body in the shirt at a glance, three mouths, painted on her buttocks and lower abdomen with lipstick... The fungus ran out, and they laughed loudly behind them. The fungus thought of the monkey inexplicably, and after successfully teasing people, he let out a smirk. Fungus got used to his father and his women. In the summer of 18 years old, my father said: Son, when you grow up, women like to be deceived. Just surrender them to other men. The fungus looked at the blue sky and didn't answer. At that time, he liked a girl next door. Her eyes were clean and transparent, and her laughter was clear and clear. She was like a knocked glass vessel. It was completely different from his father's women. Something he couldn't explain clearly, full of devouring feeling.

After the college entrance examination, the fungus never saw her again, and the first love ended in silence before it even started. Little Cherry came to the store less often, and even if she came, she didn't say hello cheerfully, she threw the bag on the counter silently, and looked out the door lazily, as if worried that a familiar friend might pass by , or simply sitting on the sofa in the store, lighting a cigarette, and smoking with a slight frown. There are two times when women smoke: when they are unhappy and when they want to impress.Little Cherry is the former. Fungus felt a little uncomfortable, wanted to talk but worried that she thought he was too busy, so he kept his head down and glanced at her from time to time.

The glass door swiveled silently, and the strong summer sun reflected on the fungus's face. He raised his hand and saw his father, and his heart suddenly became nervous. beam of sunshine. The father had all sorts of plausible excuses to get close to the woman. He first asked the fungus how the business was doing today, then glanced at the receipt on the counter, and turned to Little Cherry: Miss is a regular customer of our store, do you want to be our member? Little Cherry picked up the butt of her smoked cigarette and couldn't find a place to throw it: It's not necessary. You can enjoy a 60% discount.Father took her cigarette butt, pulled out an ashtray from the counter, and said in a reproachful tone: "Go, get Miss Ge a glass of water."

Mu'er's heart was so desolate, and he remembered that when he was a child, whenever his father brought a woman home, he would always give him a small bill and let him go to the street to eat. When Fungus went to pour water, his father had changed his mind and suggested that Little Cherry go to the office to have a cup of coffee and get her a discount card. Little Cherry refused: "Let's talk about it when I need it."For the first time, the fungus saw something transparent and sharp in the eyes of little cherry, as if everything in the world had passed through. Little Cherry glanced at the sky indifferently, opened her orange parasol and went to the street, her long legs were swinging in the sun, swaying gracefully, drawing her father's gaze far away.

The fungus hummed a song and was very happy. My father smoked a cigarette bitterly, stuffed the money from the cash register into his wallet, and left. Just around the corner is Little Cherry's home. On the sixth floor on the top floor, the fungus will see her long white legs dangling on the moonlit terrace on summer nights. She looks lonely with her head up, far from happiness. far away. Mu'er rested her chin and looked into the distance, dreaming imagining the color of her room. There was a big bed as soft as a cloud. There was a small table next to the bed. On the small table was a plate of bright and dripping fruits, like her lips.

When Cherry was not on the terrace, her curtains were drawn, and large tulips bloomed on a white ground. Little Cherry hasn't been to the terrace for a long time, and she hasn't come to pick up the washed skirt. It's very, very long. Fungus imagines what Little Cherry would look like in it, and the skirt is so charming. Dried flower petals were hung on the fungus in the skirt, exuding a light and refreshing fragrance. I bought it from a perfume gas station. It is said that the fragrance will make people feel cheerful, and the fungus likes her to be happy. Summer is almost over, and the skirt is still hanging clean and elegantly on the hanger. Because of this, the father's woman almost turned against her father, and insisted that it was left by a certain woman. How can someone not come to pick up the clothes after dry cleaning for so long?She even took it off and tried desperately to put it on her body, but she couldn't zip it up. The skirt was so beautiful that all women fell in love with it.

Fungus dry-cleaned the skirt again. There were father's tooth marks on her body, felt in the fungus, and when it stuck to her body, the skirt was polluted. The scent of dried flowers gradually evaporated, the fungus bought a new one and decided to call Little Cherry. Fungus dialed the phone number: Hello, I'm from the dry cleaner... Before I finished speaking, I was rudely interrupted: As I said, I don't want those two dresses anymore, you can throw them away or deal with them whatever you want. It's a little cherry, like a raging lion cub. But, this is the first time I've called you to tell you.The fungus whispered. The phone was disconnected, and the fungus stayed there for a long time before calling again, and after a while, it was cut off. It must be that the father used the skirt as an excuse to call Little Cherry. The fungus was stunned, and the autumn wind swept the yellow leaves and ran all over the street. That night, he wore a tie outside his shirt for the first time, and walked across the street with two elegant skirts in his arms. The doorbell only rang once, and the door opened. The moment Little Cherry was about to throw herself into his arms, she stopped in her tracks, and disappointment fell from her eyes. It seemed that she was waiting for someone, and she was waiting so heartbroken, but it wasn't herself. Mu'er smiled awkwardly: "Your skirt." Little Cherry took it angrily, threw it away, and rummaged through her bag for change. Her beautiful buttocks were raised in front of the fungus, like her proud and disdainful eyes. The fungus couldn't help taking a few steps forward. When she turned around, she looked at the fungus in surprise, and then giggled. There was no underwear in the thin sweater, and her small apple-like breasts trembled slightly with the laughter. She tugged at the skirt on the sofa: Sit down? The fungus is holding the hot coffee, only dare to see the neck, a red bean is threaded with silver thread, hanging on the thick and fragrant neck. The drier the throat of the fungus after drinking coffee, looks like a fruit that has lost moisture. When leaving, she said thank you for chatting with me. The fungus smiled bravely, stared at her face and said: If you want to talk to someone, you can call me at any time, or I will come to you. She laughed too, and touched his hand, which was soft and cold.Walking down the street, Fungus danced happily, impulsively thinking of Zhao Feiyan, a woman so light that she could dance on a man's palm, and Little Cherry is the dance teacher of the Children's Palace. His father was sitting in the store dejectedly, with an obvious scratch on his face. He was old, and his suaveness was not as good as before. He had begun to change roles with the women, from eliminating them to being eliminated by them, and still drinking with men. Unashamedly creating false prosperity, and bragging about spending money to buy sex as a successful record of hunting for sex, Mu'er was ashamed of him while snickering. Hearing the sound of the door, he quickly lowered his disappointed eyelids. After a long time, he looked around the hanger and said: Ge Bu took the skirt away? The father called him by his first name very familiarly, which made the fungus sick: I sent it. He said oh. A few days later, Little Cherry called and asked why the fungus put dried petals in the skirt, and the fungus said, "The scent of petals can repel insects. You know that silk is the easiest to attract insects." Little Cherry smiled and said the truth, then quickly asked the fungus if she had time. After a while, the fungus stood at the door panting, little cherry was sweating slightly on her forehead, and through the thin sweater, the smell was very chaotic and ambiguous. The fungus stood behind her and watched her wash the fruit, her waist naked. A section, the arc is beautifully presented in front of the fungus, the little cherry picks up a grape and stuffs it into the mouth of the fungus from time to time, turning a blind eye to his obsessed eyes. Sweet happiness spread from the mouth to the bottom of the heart, the hand of the fungus rested on the naked waist, the little cherry straightened up, stared at him for a moment, and smiled like a flower: You like me, don't you? The fungus nodded viciously a few times, and Little Cherry's body leaned forward limply. The hand holding the fruit basket hooked around the fungus' neck, and the remaining water swam through the back of the fungus in twos and threes. After being poured away, he heard the sound of the mountain torrent echoing in his body, he carefully kissed the eyelashes of his beloved little cherry, the tip of his nose, and caught the cherry red lips, she looked at him tenderly like someone, pulling Watching him move closer to the bed: I know, you like me. The body of the fungus fell silently onto the soft bed, picked up the grapes scattered on the bed and fed them into the little cherry's mouth one by one, the lips spread down the delicate neck, the little cherry curled up slowly, the sweater slipped It fell, and the broken plaid skirt flew away. Her soft fingers climbed up his legs one by one and climbed up his waist. Her tiny teeth gnawed at his chest. Little Cherry's body was sweet and entangled The crushed grapes smeared her body all over, and the fungus devoured her body crazily and greedily, wishing to swallow her little by little, and put it in her heart, never giving up. Afternoon turned madly into night, the fungus held Little Cherry tightly in her arms: Little Cherry, I want to marry you. Little Cherry didn't answer, but the fungus stretched out his hand, touched the tears in his palm, and said loudly, "Little Cherry, really, I want to marry you." Little Cherry curled up, and the fish slipped out of his embrace: Do you think I will ask you to be responsible for today? I volunteered to take responsibility. Little Cherry slid under the bed, leaned against the edge of the bed, and lit a cigarette: Do you know what day it is? your birthday. It is the day when a man gets married. I love him very much, but he married someone else. Thank you for saving me with your body. The hand of the fungus raised up, slowly retracted, tears flowed freely on the face of little cherry's blush, yes, she didn't love him, she didn't even like him, she just needed someone or a body to hold him The day salvaged her from despair. Those two skirts were given by the man she loved. When they gave them, they felt warm and happy. When the love left, happiness became a sharp weapon to destroy the soul.So, they were left on purpose at the dry cleaners. The fungus quickly put on his clothes, and when he went out, tears fell down his face, his body was empty like a shell that had been hollowed out, dangling on the street. I have never seen Little Cherry again. I try to dial her phone number, but I always give up halfway through the dial or dial it off before she picks it up. What else can I say?In the whole autumn, the fungus never ate grapes again, their appearance and their smell made his heart shattered and the floor ached. Little Cherry couldn't eat grapes anymore, and died of homicide one night in the depths of winter. The snow was falling heavily, and it fell on the street in a fluttering wave. The fungus felt like crying, thinking of Little Cherry's bed and her skin, that kind of alienation and powerless longing tormented him in the cold winter , he grabbed the phone and dialed Little Cherry's number, then said as quickly as possible: Little Cherry, I love you. The moment he hung up the phone, he seemed to hear a male voice on the other end. Then the police came and they said: Are you a fungus?Do you know Ge Bu... A series of questions came straight to him without giving him room to maneuver. The fungus nodded: what do you mean? Your phone was locked on the dial button by Ge Bu, and she wrote on the last page of the diary: Fungus wants to marry Little Cherry.She was murdered, I hope you cooperate with the investigation, can you tell us who Little Cherry is? The fungus stared blankly at the snow outside the door, and answered the wrong question: Why? Attempted rape and murder.The policeman looked at the dried flower petals on the counter: Her bed was also sprinkled with dried flower petals like this, who is Little Cherry? I like to call her Little Cherry.The fungus raised her hands: take me away, I love her but she loves someone else, so I strangled her to death... ………… Father went to visit the fungus, but in just ten days, the few remaining suave disappeared from him, and the old man begged the fungus for forgiveness with tears in his eyes. The fungus smiled: remember to bury me next to the little cherry. Mu'er remembered that one late night, his father staggered back and sat under the lamp with his eyes straight, in a panic, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and a few dried petals were scattered in his hair in embarrassment. On that night, Little Cherry died. For a person who is chased by nightmares, living is punishment, and Mu Er wants his father to live, because he is going to heaven to find Little Cherry, where there is blue sky and white clouds, and she can dance on his palm...