Street girls and pimp boys

From folk stories, we can know the cultural background and humanistic feelings at that time.

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Sister is a woman who sells her body to a man, or * * *. In Yanhua Lane, she stands out. She already likes this life. She once told me that she was obsessed with money and what men made on her. When talking in front of her younger brother, she also likes smoking a cigarette, holding wine, eyes * * *, legs slightly apart, as if ready to meet a man anytime and anywhere.

Maybe it's because we're all hanging out in the dark, so neither she nor I look good. The only difference is that my face is tired from staying up late. And her face, at first glance, is the kind of sex with men who do too much. But my sister's face is very suitable for appearing in the dark. It's a face that looks ambiguous in the dark. Let men dream. Sometimes I think she is * * *, but I am not qualified to say so, because I also live on the money my sister earns like this. And I know, in fact, in such a big city, many people engaged in so-called serious work have visited my sister's body. In the dark, these people easily tore off their sanctimonious faces in front of people. Facing a woman who sold herself, * * * set herself on fire, more like a primitive monkey. Who can say who is nobler than who?

I am 14 years old and my sister is 23 years old. This really should be a wonderful time. However, we live so gloomy. When I was 6 years old, my parents died in a car accident. Like my sister, I have no feelings for them. When my parents were alive, hitting my sister and me seemed to be their only pleasure. My sister once described her memories of them to me. At that time, my sister was still a gentle and pure woman. But when it comes to my parents, she said viciously, it's good to die, good to die. I am a precocious child. I'm sure there must be some reason why my sister described her parents' death in such a vicious voice. That must be another annoying reason besides being beaten.

When I was 9 years old, I finally had a chance to learn this truth from my sister. It turned out that the first man who entered my sister's body was actually the guy we called "father". It's him! If this is a scene, it should be even more amazing. Because, with the help of my mother, my father completed the process of invading my sister. The woman took her sister's struggling arm and let the man attack like a beast. The woman we call "mother" is said to have her reasons for doing so. Because she suffers from a very serious gynecological disease, she can't satisfy a man with strong desire. She was afraid that he would find another woman, so she had my sister's sacrifice. I think the so-called "rich water doesn't flow outside the field" is also common here.

After that, I went out with my sister. One evening, on the busy Tianhe Road, I was stealing a gentleman-looking man's wallet under the cover of my sister, and he noticed me. My sister could have run away from me, but she didn't. The man didn't shout such rude words as "Stop thief". Grab my hand and reach for his wallet, as if I were afraid I would run away. Then, he stared at my sister's charming face with a very expert eye. This kind of longing eyes, when my sister 12 years old, has been learned from my father. So she left with that man. So, I also escaped the bad luck of meeting a police uncle once.

I thought it was for nothing, but I didn't expect the man to give his sister a lot of money afterwards. I suspect that human beings have inexhaustible money. Hehe, it was really a lot of money for us at that time. And it is this money that has changed my sister and me.

Since then, we have no chance to have pure love or happiness. At night, under the dazzling neon light, it is time for us to catch our prey with light. The so-called prey is a man who needs to release * * * through a woman in the dark. However, what has always surprised me is that besides those men who have no women, there are many men who already have women who still enjoy this kind of thing. Generally speaking, those rich people like to open rooms in five-star foreign-related hotels. But my sister doesn't have this habit. She likes to bring men back to our house and let me keep an eye on them. Her reason is that I am her only relative, and she feels safe only when she is around me. This is what she often says that can move me. Only in this way can I feel her inner loneliness. However, I know what she needs is a real sense of security, which is not something my brother can give her. However, there is nothing I can do. Who would believe that a * * * also needs love?

Many rich people are willing to give up the sense of security of star-rated hotels, follow their sister's advice and take risks to our rented places. I know, because of my sister's charm, they can't refuse the temptation. If I have to find a word to describe my sister, I can only say that she is charming.

Once, a rich man was taken to his residence by my sister and me. As usual, I looked at them through a door. Their gasps and occasional screams kept reaching my ears. Of course, I'm used to the sound. At this moment, the man's cell phone suddenly rang. Then, I was surprised that his role could change so quickly. His breathing suddenly became unusually smooth. He began to answer the phone. He whispered into the other end of the phone, honey, of course I remember today is our wedding anniversary, and I also prepared a gift. I have a meeting in the company. I'll get there as soon as possible. Ok, bye.

My sister didn't make a sound when the man called. This is a rule. Because this often happens in the process of doing business.

Whenever I imagine those men, naked on my sister's body, holding mobile phones in their hands and telling lies to their wives, I secretly laugh outside the door. But laugh and cry every time. Why? I don't know, either. Maybe, maybe because I thought I had found a real life: hypocrisy and emptiness.

Days, in this way, passed day by day. I am confident that I am the smartest, youngest and most experienced pimp in this city. Although this is not a glorious title. But that's the truth. Every time, we successfully escaped the "anti-pornography and illegal publications" in the city. Under the cover of night, my sister and I are like two lonely fish, still wandering in this bustling city night after night, looking for all kinds of prey, without any change. Everything changed until my sister met that handsome guy that night. If the client is the God of * * *, then accurately speaking, all the changes happened after my sister met the handsome "God".

I saw the man first. It's past night 12. As I said, I am a young but very experienced pimp. So, naturally, he became our only "God" on this lonely night. He just hesitated and left with me. No bargaining. But I believe my sister will make him feel worthwhile.

The moment he met my sister in the street, I felt a shock I had never felt before. Because, from their eyes, I read a feeling, not pure lust. I can't believe I saw a blush on my sister's face. All this made them meet for the first time, no longer like a John and * * *, but more like a loving couple who fell in love at first sight. Really, I looked at them from a distance and understood for the first time what people often say about the so-called "match" between men and women. However, the scene where they met was so mismatched!

In the room we rented, through a door, I heard my sister and that man start * * *. After the man left, my sister came out. Her voice is very low. She told me that I didn't ask for his money. I just nodded and said nothing. She returned to her room and didn't come out all night. I secretly went to see her, and she was leaning on the bed, in a daze. I lay in bed and began to lose sleep. A precocious child like me who has never experienced love certainly knows what it means for a woman's face to blush for a man. Even if it is fleeting, as long as it is not acting, it reveals the woman's affection for the man. Besides, I know the truth in my sister's eyes. I suddenly found that the temptation of love is so irresistible to a woman who is just in her prime. Even if she is a * * who is defined as "anyone can do anything". When it's time to be tempted, be tempted. This has nothing to do with her dusty geometry, how many cigarettes men have run over, and whether they are pure or not.

From that night on, my sister began to fall into a temptation. Seduced by something called "love". She said she was in love with a man. I said I know. Looking back at her, she smiled. I know she is envious of my cleverness. For the first time in a long time, I saw her holding a cigarette and not talking to me. Hair hanging down slightly, very gentle. Like a small jasper, but also like a good family. I was secretly surprised at this woman who was transformed by the temptation of love, although she was facing my sister. You can't really blame her. Women need the nourishment of love. If a woman despairs of love, it should be fatal. I read this when I was 9 years old. I think I should be glad that my father did all kinds of evil deeds to my sister and didn't leave her with fatal sequelae. After all, she still has a desire for love for men. Love should be a kind of compensation for a woman like my sister. Love is not a sin.

Love is a person's private affair. I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence. After that man intervened in our life, my sister and I began to drift apart and no longer had business cooperation. At night in this city, people will never see a young pimp and a charming figure like a flower at the same time.

We all spent the old savings. She restored the pure beauty in my memory and put on makeup. However, I never saw that man in our house again. But I know my sister must be very happy with him, just like a pair of lovers in love. I never ask about their development. I just watched my sister recover into a healthy woman day by day. I think this change is pleasant. However, in the face of fewer and fewer condoms in the drawer, I felt a faint uneasiness besides her crazy lust for that man.

When our savings began to make ends meet, I went back to my original identity from a young pimp and an inexperienced thief. I wandered around the street all day looking for an opportunity to do it. At the end of the day, if you are lucky, you can steal five or six wallets. After that, I will go to a cafe, pretend to be an elegant child and have a cup of delicious coffee. Because recently, I often see a young girl in this cafe, with a cup of coffee in front of her, reading a book intently. I fell in love with her at the first sight. She has some small freckles on her face, which is ridiculous. Sitting not far from her, I secretly looked at her.

But I dare not go forward and talk to her. In front of her, I have a sense of inferiority and feel that I am a bad habit of teenagers. Whenever I am successful outside and visit her in this cafe, I am often sad when I am happy. I feel sorry for being trapped in such a chaotic life, but there is nothing I can do. As for my sister, I lost her forever before I realized what had happened.

That night, she came back very late, looking rather pale, and greeted me happily under the dusk light. She bought me my favorite sauce trotters and went into her room. That was the last time I saw her.

In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the toilet. I saw that the light in her room was still on, so I went over. The sight in front of me made me trance. My sister lay quietly in bed with soft light shining on her face, like a sleeping beauty in the forest in a fairy tale. Then, her body stiffened. I stood beside her and gently stroked her cold face and cheek with my hand. Then close her eyes that are still slightly open for her. I can't bear to see the disappointment of the love left in her eyes.

On the desk, there is her messy handwriting, and there is only one sentence on the paper. She said: I'm just a fool who lets him play for nothing. He doesn't even need to bring a condom. Hahaha! I crumpled up the note and stepped on it. I sneer. It turns out that people can disguise themselves for various desires. Even in order to appreciate a woman's body for free, the so-called affectionate eyes can be disguised. And my sister is easily seduced by that man's illusion. I can't help crying at the thought of my poor sister. Perhaps, the happiest time in her life was just the night when she didn't know the truth at all, the moment when she met that man in the street and was seduced by his hypocrisy. I stood by the bed foolishly until dawn.

I think I should be a wild child at heart, and even have an unreasonable tendency to violence. So, of course, I won't stop there. It took me three days to master the man's every move. It only took me 16 minutes to kill him.

It was a drizzly night and I found him. He remembers me. I smiled at him. At that moment, I thought he was actually a very stupid person. He didn't see the murderous look in my eyes and smiled at me, like a mentally retarded child. I said, my sister misses you very much. He's a little unnatural. He asked, is your sister still angry? I pretend I don't know anything, angry? How can it be? Did you have a fight? His head leans to one side. Say to me, no, no. This time, he seems to be much safer. So, just like that night, he walked with me easily again. The only difference is that this time he is walking into the trap of death. It turns out that everyone is so easily tempted. This man can't escape the capture of lust. And sister can't escape the temptation of love. But the ending is the same.

One axe solved all the problems. I killed this man next to my sister's body. My hands were covered with blood from his struggle. After all this, I feel exhausted. Anyway, I'm just a thin boy of 14 years old.

My face has a special smell of blood. Seeing the man and his sister lying on the bed side by side, there was no sound, and I felt a kind of loneliness and emptiness that I had never felt before. I forgot what happened for a moment. Perhaps, this is my life, just like being put on a lost train, aimless forever. Then, I remembered the girl with cute little freckles that I often saw in that cafe.

What is she doing? My heart suddenly filled with great yearning for her. But I know that if I don't leave this psychedelic train, I will never be qualified to see her innocent smile.

The question is, do I have a chance?

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