Chapter 9

It is Wendy who wakes up earlier than Henry every day . She always seemed to have endless cleaning and endless bowls. He saw her all the time, either with his back buried in the sink, or with the bald feather duster that had been beaten up. Maybe it's because she is slow in her age. After all, no one knows how old Wendy is . She wore the hair style of the last century on the back of her wrinkled forehead, wearing a blue-gray shirt and big black cotton trousers sewn by herself, which was once entangled with her. The three-inch golden lotus semi-finished products that were overfooted and let go together, look like a newly unearthed cultural relic, a dead but not stiff old corpse. But you must have never seen such an industrious zombie who uses his stiff joints to mop the floor, plaster the floor, stand on a small bench and shake a black iron pan with thick grease. Wendy was short, and only hit Henr y's abdomen on the top of her head. He had to raise her head every time she uttered a sullen face, her spine rattled, and slowly Henry felt that this kind of reprimand had no deterrent.

Although Wendy's hands and feet are not flexible, he has a strong self-esteem. Henry has touched his nose a lot of gray before he realized this. For example, when she accidentally set up a hand when she moved the cabinet, she was hit by the broom pierced with wheat stalks from the store to the top of the stairs. He escaped up the stairs and barely escaped. Wendy stood downstairs and yelled; Coming back from self-study next night, I happened to see the thin Wendy dragging a black trash bag that was almost as high as hers, moving slowly. Her old eyes were dim, but her ears were still good. Hearing his footsteps from far away, she turned to a ferocious old face. The slumped mouth with no teeth left opened and closed back and forth, and the eyebrows were all lost without delay. She picked up the two muscles above her eyes, waved at Henry like a fly, and said unclear words. Henry could only retreat to the entrance of the store and stand, Wendy continued to bend down to hold the trash bag, and she walked ten steps for seven or eight minutes.

She is an old lady who can't be guessed. She doesn't have the kind of open-mindedness and kindness to see through the world in her. Age seems to bring her only endless grievances and dissatisfaction. In addition to venting her grievances on their juniors, she also vented on every potato, every dirty floor, and every condom that hadn't been thrown into the trash can after being used up. She curses while doing things. These inanimate objects will not refute or fight with her. She can vent as much as she wants. Sometimes she also talks to them in dialects that no one understands except Sister Vivi . Her kitchen knife and mop can all understand, even a piece of Isabella old T-shirt cut black and white cloth, but also learned the language from dark gray to hang next to it an old rag there. They respect her more than others in the salon, and she is a well-deserved queen in the kitchen.

In spite of this, she worked tirelessly to concoct food in her territory, and delivered it continuously to the folding table in the front hall, to the ladies' rooms, and to Henry who was going to school .

The image of Wendy in Henry's memory is always not clear. Except when he makes Wendy angry, he can only see an old and thin back most of the time. I don't know how she puts it before he goes to school at 7:30 every morning. The shutter door is pulled up. She usually doesn't sleep late, and older people probably don't need that much sleep. She has inconvenient legs and feet, so only her bedroom is on the first floor, directly opposite the kitchen, and her living area is only a few steps away. Only the part of the corridor she barely admits is communal. The lady and the guest were really mad at night, right next door to her, poor her hearing has not deteriorated. Sometimes Henry reads late, and he goes downstairs to drink milk, and he staggers out when he meets her, wearing a daytime shirt, but without buttons, revealing the loose white vest inside. She walked out of the room eloquently, like a goddess. Fortunately, most of the guests are regular customers, at most, she can be frightened once by waving her arms like old branches that drive them away. Wendy on male people abuse fell on deaf ears, puffing her own saliva just enough to vent anger, it will slowly moved to the water cooler, into her cup and filled half a glass of water, covered with age spots between fingers Nianzhao half Sleeping pills.

Generally, under the effect of sleeping pills, she would wake up later the next day. After Henry got out of the rolling door and rubbed her hands with white air, she hurriedly chased it out and stuffed him into his hand. Two hard-boiled eggs, then stuffed with a box of water-heated milk. She frowned, reluctantly as if someone forced her to do so, making gestures that Henry couldn't understand, and her ferocious expression made people suspect that she was delivering poison.

Of course it's not poison, but you'll still be scolded for gas bombs when you peel eggs in the morning classroom. Henry stuffed the egg into his mouth in twos or twos, washed the choking yolk down with milk, and let the protein in his stomach help him resist all morning hunger.

His deskmate never eats breakfast, and before the start of the morning reading, he has raced against time to recite 30 good English words and sentences for the college entrance examination . Henry spread out the textbook and read it along with the English class representative who was led on the podium.

The heating in the classroom in winter was on. After sitting for a while, he felt hot and sweaty, so he took off the down jacket that was outside the school uniform jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. After a while he heard a pair of girls sitting behind him whispering, one asked the other: " Did you smell it? " The other replied: " Smell ... Why does he always smell so good..."

The voice at the same table reading the text paused, and looked back at them with dissatisfaction. The two girls hurriedly fell silent, and the same table looked at Henr y again, muttering: " Why didn't I hear? "

They didn't know that the lingering smell on Henry's clothes was just the cheapest bulk washing powder from the supermarket and the abundant sunshine on the rooftop.

At first this one is the roof closed. Sister Vivi 's man bought this old building from his former owner ten years ago. He was originally proud to wait for the demolition, but it was rumored that no house was demolished in this old city for many years. Later, he and Sister Vivi apart when they put this building rotten house as compensation for her youth, then Sister V IVI also used this building behind closed more young people.

When Henry first moved in, Wen Shuwen became addicted to smoking late at night, so he asked Sister Vivi why the rooftop was sealed . Sister Vivi said that the former owner used it as a warehouse. When she took over, it was filled with all kinds of useless waste inside and out. There was a small room on the roof that was even more dilapidated. At that time, she wanted to repair and had no money. Repair, now I am too lazy to repair if I have money.

So from the window to the hallway, and even Wendy 's patio, sun ladies are full of large size small, colorful clothes. Two second-hand pulsator washing machines work day and night under the cracked glass window at the end of the corridor. Olivia and their house is closest to the washing machine. I don't know how many times they talked to Sister Vivi , saying that they want to clean up the roof and move the washing machine up. In the future, the clothes and quilts will also have a place to dry. In the end, Wendy 's pickled vegetables jar was moulded by the sewage mixed with washing powder and grease and scum. She burst into flames, and Sister Vivi let go and asked a moving company to clean up the roof.

The small room was not made, only a roof was left, just to shield the washing machine from wind and rain; there was a sink on the roof to remove the rust from the faucet, and the clean water would come up after the muddy water was drained. Isabella complained that it was no wonder they were there. The house leaks sometimes.

When the weather gets warmer, Henry and Cathy sometimes slip up at night , and the rooftop becomes their utopia. They stole Wendy up on the wooden bench where he was sharpening the knife, and the two huddled together to chat, smoke, and kiss each other. From the gap between the two high-rise buildings in front, you can see the sign of the largest hotel in the county. They don't hesitate to pay for electricity. The lights are still bright in the early morning, and the color of the sky is so lightly reflected. Thanks to it, Henry can kiss Cathy 's lips with this light every time .

He likes to stroke Cathy 's long smooth hair while kissing . Her hair is really so long that it is straight, dark and shiny when it is not curled up. She has been too lazy recently, often without curling her hair, just take a thin chopsticks and put it in a bun.

Henry reached behind her head and took away her chopsticks that acted as a hairpin, letting her long hair spread.

"It looks good. " Henry said, staring at her shiny eyes.

Cathy pointed to the thermos at his feet. Henry had only seen this type of antique in his grandmother's house. Cathy boiled hot water and wanted Henry to wash her hair.

Her head out over the sink, Henry handedly Laozhuo her long hair, do not think they fall into the dirty pool, one hand with Cathy tooth cups of cold water from the basin against the inside scoop out water from The back of her neck poured down.

Cathy shuddered and shouted: "It's so warm! " Henry was amused by her, and said: " Then give you more charge? "

Cathy said it was enough. She used shampoo to foam the ends of her hair, and then moved the foam to the top of her head. She bends over, revealing a tender white back, with a hollow in her spine. Although Cathy has a thin waist, her buttocks are extremely plump, wrapped in shorts with white edges on her trousers , like a big peach.

Henry looked at her ass in a daze, Cathy called him twice before he came back to his senses. He drew hot water to punch her, and the hot water first showered on his hands, carrying his temperature and then falling on Cathy's head. Afraid of getting her shirt wet, she stretched her head into the pool, pulling out a beautiful shoulder-neck curve. Henry couldn't help kissing her on the back of the neck.

Cathy was itchy by him. He hid her hair while turning her face to a chuckle and said, " You will be done when someone sees you. "

" Where is anyone ..."

Henry 's lips pressed on and didn't want to leave. The skin was thin and cold, like jade, with the fragrance and foam of shampoo. He hugged Cathy from behind , reached to her chest to encircle her, and embraced her whole in his arms.

"It's almost done ... Henry ..." Cathy put his elbow on Henry , and he rubbed his head on Cathy's neck like a dog. " I'm so tired. "

Henry got up reluctantly, rubbed his nose and punched her honestly. He has been busy reviewing and preparing for the final exam recently. They haven't made each other for several days. He thinks her body is not good enough, so she just fires it up. His ribbed lower body pierced between Cathy's hips. Her shorts were not much longer than her underwear. Henry's lower body was about to become hotter.

Cathy felt his desire, and the upper body can not see what clues, big ass gets here yet resisted his erect penis, thigh root Ruoyouruowu tucked its head.

The two men worked so contemptuously for a while, and Cathy's back was about to break, and suddenly a person broke in.

Cathy had a guilty conscience, so he was dissatisfied with the water and straightened up quickly. Henry put his hand in his trouser pocket when he brought her the towel and quickly adjusted the penis who was standing in the military posture .

Jiaojiao held a fluorescent yellow plastic basin and looked at them with cold eyes before heading to the washing machine. Cathy wrapped the towel around her head. Henry took the time to look at Jiaojiao. She fished out her washed clothes from the washing machine and put them in a basin, and then put them on the clothesline with water dripping one by one.

These two washing machines to Lettice did not know before how long the salon has been used, now thrown dry mode is basically useless, wash all the clothes are dripping wet. Cathy wrap the hair, as the head of India's top big men towel, go through the clothes waited twist. In the end is a man of strength, and soon their feet on the plot a few puddle of water.

Cathy shaking clothes and waited to speak, the clothes clothes piece flattened, probably teach her clothes did like this will not wrinkle. When Jiaojiao was by Cathy's side, she basically took away her annoying expression. She would act like a baby, showing a shy smile of the girl, and rubbed Cathy 's arm twice.

Henry's heart jumped. He listened carefully, and he heard Jiaojiao vaguely calling out: " Brother Casey ..."

Cathy was still smiling, but took his arm out of her arms and said softly: " How many times have you said it, don't call me that. "

Jiaojiao wriggled on Cathy and said, " I just wanted to call you that way! "

Cathy looked helplessly at Henry , who was holding his arms expressionlessly, and caught Jiaojiao and said, " How old are you, and you still act like a baby? "

" Brother ..."

" Hey ... call it. " Cathy sighed and gave Henry an apologetic smile.

" Don't be familiar with her, she's just a child. " After Jiaojiao bounced away, Cathy said, lying on Henry's shoulder, " I always like to pester me. "

" You are too gentle to her. " Henry muttered, feeling very unhappy. " Can't you see that she likes you? And Brother Casey , it's numb to death. "

Cathy's eyes curled up with a smile: " Oh, Henry , are you jealous? "

Henry bent over and picked out his bed sheet from the basin at his feet, staring at the large dry stains on it and said: " She knows you are a man? "

" Yeah. I know. " Cathy whispered, twisting the stain with her hands, " Is this yours or mine ... ? "

Henry frowned and studied it carefully, and said, " This big one belongs to mine, and the others belong to you. "

Cathy slapped him on the ass, neither light nor heavy, just flirting: " Do you want a face? "

Henry felt a little relaxed, and grinned: " You shot several times that day ..."

" Shut up. " Cathy grabbed the sheets and stuffed them into the washing machine.