My neighbor Beauty

One sunny afternoon ten years ago, when I was still in primary school, I peeped at my next neighbor.

Of course, you can't judge me as a hooligan since I was young, because it was totally a misunderstanding.

A relative came to my home that day. My mother, who was cooking in the kitchen, suddenly found that there was no vinegar after a dish was cooked. So I followed my mother's instructions and went to the neighbor's house to borrow some vinegar for emergency.

I went to the neighbor's door with a small bowl. When I was about to knock on the door, I found the door was open, so I went in. After entering, no one found me until I gently opened a bedroom.

A scene that shocked me appeared before my eyes.

It was a sunny bedroom. The afternoon sun was scattered all over the floor through the window. A woman was lying on the bed.

This woman is Aunt Mei. Although she is only ten years older than me, I don't know why. I have called her Aunt Mei since childhood.

Opposite her, her boyfriend, who studies art, is drawing with a pencil in front of the painter.

The situation at that time was more frightened than stupefied. Because they are usually very good men and women, polite, not only the neighbors like them, but also the children in the community like them.

But they did such a thing, completely subverting their image in my heart!

The two of them were also stunned, their eyes were opposite, and time seemed to be still.

They didn't come to their senses until the bowl in my hand fell on the ground and broke all over the floor.

I turned around and ran away, forgetting that my mother was waiting for me in a hurry at home. I also forgot to close the door for them and rushed out of the community. Several of my female classmates were jumping rubber bands outside, and they called my name, but I didn't hear it at all, just ran away

Later, I don't remember it so clearly. My mother delayed her plan to show off in front of relatives because of my jealousy, so she beat me hard.

But I have forgotten the pain of being beaten.

Later, I didn't know when she seemed to disappear, not to move, because her mother still lived there, but I never saw her again.

I never thought that after ten years, my aunt and I would meet again, and still in that situation.

On that day, I was asked by Zhang San and Ma Ning to drink in a new nightclub called 2 in Chengde Road.

After graduation, I have rarely come to such places because it is too noisy.

However, the newly opened nightclub has prepared many programs and invited several third tier hip-hop stars, which is extremely lively.

I'm not very fond of this kind of music, but Zhang San and his wife have all brought their partners. Only I am single, so they are very bored.

It was not until the appearance of the Russian model group that I got up my spirits. Under the dynamic laser light, Russian long legs stepped on the music, walked out, and brought a powerful erotic dance.

I was sitting in front of a sub stage, and the Russian girl jumped under my eyes.

Later, Zhang San and his colleagues made fun of me and pushed me directly onto the stage. The model was not repelled, so I got up the courage to dance with her blindly for a while!

We played until late at night, then came out.

As we all drank, we had to find a substitute driver to drive.

After we made a phone call, we smoked outside, boasted and waited for a substitute driver to arrive.

Just then, we suddenly heard a woman's scream. Looking back, we found that it was the door of the bar next door. A man was pulling a woman back.

The woman was a beautiful woman. She wore a sexy evening dress and was pulled by the man. She was obviously drunk and powerless, but she fought with consciousness and shouted at the top of her lungs.

Zhang San is a policeman. Of course, he will not turn a blind eye to this situation, and we have many people, so we walked together.

The man was very sturdy. He had a flat head and a heart. His arms were covered with black and blue tattoos. When he looked back, he could frighten people.

He naturally ignored our dissuasion and stood up to fight with us.

After all, Zhang San was trained. In addition, there were many of us, so he was beaten to the ground in three or two strokes.

He was obviously not satisfied and wanted to go in and call people, but when Zhang Sanliang revealed his identity as a policeman, the guy was honest and ran into the room.

When I lifted the woman up and asked her if she was busy, I was stunned.

Because this woman is nobody else, but Aunt Beauty!