Summer buses

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Finally retired! Walking out of the workshop office with forms covered in stamps, I felt incredibly relieved. "Old Wu, where are you going?" I was walking out of the factory when I ran into Old Jiang from the fitter group, who greeted me. "Hey, I'm off to the boss to process my retirement papers. What have you been doing in the workshop? And carrying so much medicine?" Old Jiang and I were the same age, both starting work on the same day in 1973. We'd been together for over 20 years. Suddenly, the thought of never being able to spend every day together again made me feel a little sad. "My lumbar spine problem flared up again, and I just went to the factory clinic to get some medicine. Good for you guys, old man, you've finally made it! It's great that you grinder operators! It's a toxic and hazardous job, you can retire at 55. At 55, you're still young and can do it all. You can find another job outside, and with the pension, you can at least earn two months' salary. I'm not as lucky as you; I have to suffer for another 5 years until I'm 60 before I can retire." Old Jiang's few words of complaint, tinged with envy, hit the nail on the head regarding my smugness. I patted Lao Jiang on the shoulder to comfort him: "Alright, old man, five years isn't that fast? Five years ago, I was still complaining that working was too tiring and I couldn't take it anymore, and now it's over and I'm retired! Your back isn't good, so you have to take better care of yourself. Let your apprentices do any heavy work; we old bones need to be careful." Lao Jiang nodded, somewhat saddened: "Time flies! We were just kids, eighteen or nineteen, when we started working here in '73. Now we're all old. I don't even know if I'll live to 60 and retire. There aren't many state-owned factories left; this run-down factory is the only one still operating. We make a measly thousand yuan a month, working hard every day, and it's not even as much as you get in retirement. Anyway, I won't say anymore. Come visit the factory when you have time. I heard it's going to be demolished soon, moved to the far suburbs, and the land will be sold to developers to build residential areas. Every look is one less. No matter how run-down the factory is, we've worked here every day for over 20 years; we've got an attachment to it. Get your camera one day, and take a picture with the rest of us old friends at the factory gate—it'll be a keepsake." He extended his hand and shook mine. I was a little emotional. Old Jiang was right. No matter how much I hated the corrupt leadership of this lousy factory, I had poured my whole life's work into it, and leaving was indeed a bit reluctant. I held Old Ma's hand tightly and repeatedly said, "Definitely! Definitely!" After parting with Old Jiang, I walked out of the factory gate and waited for the bus at the nearby No. 27 bus stop. Although parting with my old friend was a little sad, the joy of retirement hadn't been diminished. I lit a cigarette and calculated my future: my pension would be twice as much as my previous salary, and I wouldn't have to work so hard anymore, yet I would live a better life than before. Old Ma is right. I'm only 55, not old at all. I can easily find a job as a gatekeeper or bicycle watcher, which is a decent income. Besides, it's a comfortable job; I can quit whenever I want and live off my pension. My son graduated from university last year and went to work for a big company in a southern city; he's independent now. From now on, I'll be enjoying my retirement! It's early summer now, and at four in the afternoon, the heat of the day hasn't subsided. The sun is making me a little dizzy. I bought a bottle of chilled mineral water from a stall selling cold drinks near the station. Because of my high blood sugar, I can't drink other beverages; I can only drink water. The mineral water was frozen solid, like ice cubes, so I couldn't drink it right away. I didn't really want to drink it anyway; I just pressed the bottle to my forehead to make myself feel a little better. Finally, the No. 27 bus arrived, and the people waiting rushed towards it as it pulled into the station. I was also swept along by the crowd and squeezed onto the bus. Since it wasn't rush hour yet, the bus wasn't too crowded. But relatively speaking, there were no seats left, so we, the newly boarded passengers, had to find suitable standing spots. "Damn it, I'm retired now, and not a single young person will give me a seat!" I cursed inwardly. Although I didn't want people to call me old, I still didn't want to miss out on the privileges that seniors should enjoy. Between the middle and front gates, I found a fairly spacious spot, holding onto the handrail with one hand and continuing to cool myself down with a mineral water bottle. The coolness made my head noticeably clearer. I started making plans for the next few days: go home and have a meal out with my wife; it's been years since we ate out, and we should celebrate now that things have finally gotten better. Tomorrow morning, I'll visit relatives in the suburbs. During the week, I'm busy with work and housework on weekends, so visiting relatives is only possible during holidays. This is great, I can finally get to see them more often. Then… hehe, I'll find a chance to sneak out and go to the street near the hair salons next to the neighborhood to have some fun with some women. I often walk along that street in the evenings; behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of those small hair salons sit scantily clad women waving at passersby—they're all prostitutes, no doubt. I've heard people say it costs 100 yuan for a quickie, and 300 yuan for a whole night, but I don't know if it's true. I used to be broke and didn't have the time, but now that I'm retired, I have both money and time, so I definitely have to check it out. Hmm… I'll have to make up a good lie to fool my wife, and I can't let any acquaintances see me. If they see me and the neighbors spread the word, I'll lose face. But speaking of which, some of the girls there are quite attractive. Last time I saw a woman in a black dress going out to empty the toilet; she was just average-looking, but her big breasts and big butt swayed as she walked, which really appealed to the men. Hey, the more I think about it, the more aroused I get; my dick is getting hard. Damn it, it wasn't easy for my wife to give birth to our children, but this 50-something woman is ugly and out of shape, I have absolutely no interest in having sex with her. After all these years of pent-up desire, this time I'm going to be a big shot, throwing all my savings of a few thousand yuan at women before worrying about anything else. If I'm having a good time, I'll just find a woman I like, make up a story, rent a room in the suburbs for a few days, and I'll truly be living like an immortal. Haha, retirement is great! The more I thought about it, the more smug I became. When the bus pulled into the next stop, the driver slammed on the brakes, causing everyone on the bus to lurch forward, and I almost fell over. Several passengers joined in the jeering at the driver: "What are you doing? Do you even know how to drive? If you crash, you'll have to pay for it!" The driver ignored the passengers' protests, as if they were talking about someone else. I also chimed in with a few curses. The doors opened, and dozens of middle school students rushed on, seemingly all from No. 165 Middle School at this stop. No. 165 Middle School is a key municipal school. Although it was already summer vacation, to ensure their college entrance examination pass rate, their high school students attend classes every holiday. The students are under a lot of pressure, but every year they have the highest number of students admitted to prestigious universities in the city. The moment these kids boarded, the previously stuffy bus erupted into chaos. They scattered to different ends, gathering in small groups to chat, filling what wasn't already a crowded bus to capacity. Wearing matching purple tracksuits, they were easily distinguishable in a crowd. This is a common problem in most Chinese cities. Almost all primary and secondary schools require students to wear poorly made tracksuits purchased by the school as uniforms. The only differences between schools are often the color and the school name printed on the back. Truly decent uniforms are rare, and most are imitations of Japanese styles, looking more like Japanese kindergarten uniforms—utterly incongruous. The worst part is that these shabby tracksuits are cold in winter and hot in summer. The most despicable thing is that the school, for the sake of uniformity and to please the leaders, forbids students from changing their own clothes regardless of the season. As a father, I heard my son complain about this countless times when he was in school. At No. 165 Middle School, even in the sweltering summer heat, these students were still bundled up in thick purple tracksuits and carrying heavy backpacks; I felt sorry for them. But the kids didn't seem to care. They chatted happily in groups of three or two. Two girls, around seventeen or eighteen, stood next to me, chattering incessantly. "Wei Jie, have you heard JJ Lin's 'Little Dimples'? I downloaded one yesterday, it's really good!" a short, chubby girl asked her companion excitedly. "Seriously? You're so out of touch! This is an old song, and you're only just starting to listen to it? I remember sending it to you online months ago, why are you only starting to listen to it now? I've been listening to Da Zhangwei's 'Love Fire' these past few days, do you want to listen? I'll send it to your phone via Bluetooth." A girl with unevenly cut and messy hair said, pulling her phone out of her pocket and tapping away. "No, no, no! I can't stand 'The Flowers' (a popular Taiwanese pop group) being so energetic." The short, chubby girl quickly refused. "Tch! 'The Flowers' disbanded a long time ago! If you don't want it, don't come chasing after me in a few months recommending 'Love Fire'!" The girl with messy hair said unhappily. "No way. By the way, what did Old Li call you, Sun Kang, and Jiang Yuanyuan to the office for today? Did you get into trouble again? How come Jiang Yuanyuan was involved too?" The chubby girl asked the girl with messy hair, and she scoffed, "Damn it! I was kissing Sun Kang in the hallway and the head of the grade saw us. The old man asked which class we were in, and I said first year of high school (3rd grade)."(Class) She told Lao Li. Lao Li gave me and Sun Kang a good scolding, saying that his mother said middle school students shouldn't be dating, and made me and Sun Kang write a self-criticism. He even said he would call our parents that night to tell them. I wasn't afraid at all! My dad was away on a business trip, my mom was on vacation in Shanghai, and I was staying at my grandma's house. She had nowhere to complain! I listened from the side and secretly chuckled, thinking to myself: Kids these days are so bold. How old are they to be dating? And what's with all the kissing? What's a kiss? Does it mean having sex? It's not surprising that this girl is so crazy about having sex, but she really dares to do it in the hallway without hiding it from anyone. No wonder the teacher is calling the parents. "You're amazing!" the chubby girl said exaggeratedly, "Wow! You even kissed Sun Kang!" "You two just got back together the day before yesterday? That's fast! At this rate, in a few days we'll be asking if you slept together. Why was Jiang Yuanyuan called in too? She wasn't involved in any love triangle with you. She's usually so well-behaved, why did Lao Li keep her here?" "How would I know? Lao Li called Sun Kang and me into the office first and lectured me for a good 10 minutes, then kicked us out before letting Jiang Yuanyuan in. She doesn't seem to have done anything wrong; the way Lao Li treated her when he called her in was completely different from how he treated us. Oh, right, I saw her get on the bus just now, let's call her over and ask her!" The two girls looked around, searching for their target. Finally, the chubby girl spotted them and excitedly waved to the carriage behind me. "Jiang Yuanyuan! Come here! Come here! Here she is!" "Here you are! Come here! Wei Jie and I have something to ask you!" I was still pondering, holding onto the armrest of my seat: I heard them say that after a kiss, they go to bed a few days later. So, a kiss isn't the same as having sex. What exactly does a kiss mean? Damn, I'm too old to understand any of this foreign language. I'll ask my son when he gets home; that kid will definitely know after graduating from university." Just as I was thinking about this, I suddenly felt something strange on my back. A pair of soft things were pressed tightly against my back, and I could feel two slightly harder things rubbing against it. I subconsciously turned around and saw a girl about the same age as the two girls, wearing glasses and listening to an MP3 player, awkwardly leaning on me. She squeezed through the other end of the carriage. The two girls who had greeted her were right in front of me, and with the new girl joining us, I was surrounded. The new girl was very tall, probably at least 1.75 meters. Standing straight, I only reached her ear; standing in front of her, I felt like a laughingstock among the men. The girl was very pretty; compared to her, the two girls from our earlier conversation were simply insignificant. She had an oval face, fair skin, and a neat ponytail. Wearing black-rimmed glasses, she exuded a refined air. She carried an equally large backpack, and because of the heat, she had taken off her purple tracksuit top, tied it in a knot around her waist, and was only wearing a green t-shirt underneath.
剛剛跟我打招呼的就是她被緊身t 恤緊緊包裹的那對巨乳。真的可以用巨乳形容，因為這個女孩個子非常高，已經接近模特的身高了，身材雖然勻稱但顯得豐滿，按她的身高估計她的乳罩至少是c 以上的罩杯，而她還是個高中生，還有發育的可能。最讓我興奮地是她剛剛壓在我身上時我能清楚的感受到這姑娘已經發育成熟堅挺著的那對乳頭，這證明她沒戴乳罩。我內心萌生出一種邪惡的想法。雖然她比我兒子還要小將近10歲，但少女青春的肉體隔著夏天兩層薄薄的布貼在身上的感覺實在讓我欲罷不能。女孩見我回頭看她，點點頭不好意思的說：” 大爺，不好意思人太多把我擠過來的。”我皮笑肉不笑的搭訕：” 沒事！沒事！可不是麼，這麼多人太擠了。”小姑娘沒再理我，沖那兩個女孩問：” 乾嘛呀？叫我。” 說著摘下mp3 的耳機收了起來。我見女孩不理我也就把頭扭回去，假裝看窗外的風景，偷聽著她們的談話。因為我還夾在她們中間，新來戴眼鏡這個叫蔣媛媛的女孩依然前胸貼著我後背，我暗暗的享受著這可遇不可求的小小艷福。” 沒事，就問問你，老李叫你去辦公室乾嘛？挨訓了麼？” 胖女孩問道” 沒有，我沒惹事她訓我乾嘛，她讓我幫年級主任出一期板報，說是代表學校送區教育局參加老師的比賽用。我不畫畫好點嗎，就把我拉去當苦力了！”” 嗨！我們以為你也惹事了被她訓呢，敢情她又使喚你啊！你說你老被她白使喚，連個班長都不是，這不是欺負你麼。”” 可不是麼，我也煩啊！可沒辦法她每次叫我我都得去。對了昨晚上看快樂女生了麼？都誰晉級了？”” 誰還看那垃圾啊！自從曾軼可進了20強我們就都不看了……”姑娘們聊的興高采烈，我則舒服的一塌糊塗。隨著女孩說話，她那對乳房在我背上上下起伏。兩個的奶頭每次滑過我的身體，我就忍不住要發出舒服的歎息，可畢竟是在公車上，我強自矜持，不時偷眼看下她秀麗的面容，真希望沒有法律的約束，把這個丫頭按在地上強奸個痛快！雖然姑娘的乳房緊緊的貼著我，可作為老人，我並不敢太放肆，只有她每次胸部起伏我才能享受一下少女和乳頭接觸時一剎那觸電般的刺激。內心深處想摸她那對調皮的乳房一下的慾望越來越強烈了。天熱加上意外的驚喜讓我的頭又有點暈，我下意識的拿起手裡的冰凍礦泉水瓶又放在了額頭上，忽然靈機一動，我稍微錯了一下身，讓向後我抬起肘部正貼到她的乳房上，然後假裝解暑，用礦泉水瓶子在額頭上來回蹭，自言自語的念叨：” 哎呦，這頭怎麼有點疼啊！” 借機會晃動手臂讓肘部在她乳房上左右蹭。車廂裡擁擠不堪，我的年齡加上這一副表情絲毫沒有引起別人的懷疑。女孩前後左右都是人，被我這麼明顯的吃豆腐也沒有發覺，仍然跟同伴聊個沒完。我一陣得意：” 人老就是智慧豐富啊，乾了一輩子力氣活，退了休反倒會用腦子了。”雖然得意，可我仍然很謹慎。手臂在女孩胸前蹭的頻率不是很高，力度也不大，生怕驚了她。女孩子的乳房到底是嬌嫩，這姑娘雖然長了一雙豪乳，但碰上去極富有彈性，跟生完孩子的女人軟綿綿的奶子相比簡直判若雲泥。而且不知這女孩怎麼發育的，乳頭始終硬硬的堅挺著，我老伴年輕時即使達到性高潮奶頭也沒這麼結實有活力。我暗暗找準她乳頭的位置，停止了用礦泉水瓶摩擦額頭，擺了個冰鎮大腦的姿勢，就讓手臂緊緊的壓著她的乳頭，我太喜歡這小姑娘有個性的乳頭了，現在如果讓我把準備玩女人用的私房錢全給她，換來能狠狠的咬她這對勾魂的小乳頭幾口，我想我都不會猶豫的。女孩一直沒有發覺，仍然繼續說笑，但她可能覺得胸前被人用胳膊貼著不舒服，向裡轉了下身繼續跟她們聊天，這下我的快樂一下變沒了。只能跟她手臂貼手臂。雖然女孩雪白的手臂一樣嬌嫩無比，而且跟我貼在一起沒有衣服的格擋肉感更好一些，但我還是對姑娘的乳房戀戀不舍。怎麼辦呢？我暗暗盤算著，一定得趕緊想出點子，否則不知道這幫小丫頭那站就下車了。這麼水靈的小姑娘可不是那些花100 塊錢就能操一次的雞能比的。車又到站了，司機又是一腳急剎車，車廂裡又一批人東倒西歪。叫罵聲比剛才還厲害。” 操你媽！怎麼開車呢？” 要沒有胖女孩扶著亂發女孩就要摔倒了，她破口大罵。司機仍然無動于衷。我也一個趔趄，總算扶的穩沒摔倒，戴眼鏡的女孩卻失去了平衡，一下依在我肩膀上，站穩後連忙道歉：” 大爺，對不起，又撞您了。這司機開車太不小心了。”我用認為慈祥的笑容回應著：” 沒事！沒事！他剛才就這樣，一進站就踩急剎車。沒摔著吧姑娘？” 其實內心我在說：” 小妞，大爺樂意讓你撞。用你那對大奶子撞死大爺吧！” 她乳房撞在我肩膀的感覺再一次把我的邪念挑逗到一個新的高度。
我下定決心一定要摸她的乳房一下，無論用什麼辦法。女孩抱歉的笑笑，正要繼續和那兩個女孩說什麼。我舔著老臉趕在她說話前先問她：” 姑娘，你是學生吧？” 我明知故問的裝傻，腦子裡兩三個壞主意匆匆閃過，我在盤算那條更實用。女孩見我半老不老的樣子一直沒有警惕，隨口說：” 恩，就是那邊165 中學的。有事麼您？”” 沒事！沒事！” 我裝出輕度老年癡呆的樣子，盡量讓她覺得我又老又傻。” 我有一鄰居就在那學校教書，姓李，也不知教的幾年級，好像是高中，你認識麼？”” 啊？” 女孩和她的同伴都挺驚訝。” 你認識我們班主任李老師？”” 小李是你的班主任？” 我裝糊塗，他們似乎沒意識到我剛剛在偷聽她們的談話，而且沒準她們還認為我老眼昏花根本沒聽清呢。也難怪，雖然只有55可多年的工廠勞動我早已兩鬢斑白一臉皺紋，我又把話說的有氣無力的，小女孩根本看不出我的年齡還得以為我七老八十了呢。” 不會那麼巧吧？李老師40多歲，有點胖，叫什麼名字我還真想不起來了，我們鄰居都叫她李老師。是她麼？” 我欲擒故縱，卻也不是胡編亂造，按照這幫孩子管老師叫老李推斷，這女老師年紀不小了，40多歲是個模糊的概念40和49都能算做40多歲。即使上下再相差一點我也能以上歲數記性不好作為搪塞，而這個年齡的婦女身材普遍偏胖。即使中等身材也不能算瘦，因此我這幾句廢話其實是非常籠統的覆蓋，退一步說，即使都不符合我也能以另有其人作為借口，起碼沒從我口中說是她的班主任。” 恩！恩！” 小女孩頻頻點頭，看樣子我這謊撒對了。” 就是李老師。她還沒下班，在學校開會呢。大爺您這是去哪啊？” 這姑娘很熱心，但另外兩個女孩一聽說我是她們班主任的鄰居，都扭頭往別處站了，顯然對她們的班主任十分厭惡。” 那太巧了，沒想到遇見李老師的學生了，姑娘，我是剛辦完養老保險的手續，能幫大爺點忙麼？我這有個養老保險的存折，負責發這個的人就說密碼是卡的後4 位數，我這老眼昏花的看不清楚，你幫大爺看看，一會下車我就去銀行要取點錢。” 我發現自己說瞎話居然不用打草稿。自己都有些佩服自己了。說著掏出平時取工資的銀行卡也不等她同不同意直接塞她。女孩拿過銀行卡端詳了一下，問我：” 您說的是哪個數字啊？”我借機會把臉湊到她面前，幾乎把老臉都貼在她白皙的面頰上了，裝作認真審視的樣子給她指點卡號的位置，一邊輕輕呼吸女孩身上的體香一邊盯著她起伏不停的胸部偷看不止。女孩身上的清香沁人心脾，這個年齡的女孩還沒有學會濃妝艷抹。這個清純的女學生更是沒有一絲脂粉氣，少女天然的體香淨化了整個車廂污濁的空氣。雖然隔著t 恤我仍能把她渾圓豐滿的乳房輪廓看個大概。跟我想的一樣，她果然沒有戴乳罩，t 恤上左右各有一個美麗的凸起，顯得俏皮可愛。那就是我最向往的乳頭的位置。女孩認真的看了一遍號碼把數字一個一個的仔細念給我聽，我裝瘋賣傻跟她打岔，她說7 我就問是不是1 ，4 個字足足糾纏了5 分鐘。我抬眼看了下窗外，覺得時機差不多了這才說：” 謝謝啊！姑娘，得虧遇見你了，行了這下我記住了了 9761.你看這幾個字折騰的！太麻煩你了！”女孩把卡遞給我，笑笑說” 沒事”.我接過來用手指夾著平端在眼前，假做花眼的樣子看著上面的數字念叨著：”9761 ，9761，好幾次我都聽成6197，上歲數了這眼也花，耳朵也聾太耽誤事了！”” 吱呀” 一聲，公共汽車又進站了司機又是一個急剎車。剛剛遞給我銀行卡的姑娘措手不及一下撲在我懷裡。我當機立斷用手惡狠狠地抓住姑娘左邊肥大的乳房放肆的用拇指和食指在她嬌美的乳頭上掐了一下。美妙的乳房終于在我精心策劃下落入了我的魔掌，我細細把玩著戰利品，這輩子我從沒想過能摸到這麼漂亮這麼清純的女孩子的乳房，而且最重要的是我還沒有花任何錢，只靠頭腦就輕松達到目的了，這份成就帶來的喜悅也並不亞于掐了姑娘的乳頭。雖然我握著女孩的乳房連摸帶揉，可我還是帶著長輩關愛的語氣再說：” 留神！留神！你看看，得虧我扶了你一把吧，要不這下就摔倒了。這司機真是的！有這麼開車的麼？回頭就去投訴他！姑娘，沒事吧？” 嘴裡雖然罵著，心裡我挺感謝司機：小夥子乾的不錯，就因為你每次進站都這麼急剎車我才能想出這條壞主意，看樣子是個新司機，以後他的車我還是少坐吧，說不好哪天真把我這把老骨頭摔散架了呢。我敢說女孩察覺到了我的舉動，畢竟剛剛掐她乳頭那一下力量不輕，再單純的女孩也會有所警醒的。但她沒動聲色，只是輕輕撥開我還伸在她胸前裝作要扶她樣子的手，冷冷的說了聲” 謝謝您了！” 把頭身子轉向和我相反的方向再也不跟我說話了。我討了個沒趣，對著她轉過來沖著我的書包再也無計可施了。看著姑娘高挑的倩影，想著剛剛摸她肉呼呼的乳房時的手感我不由得咽了口口水，褲襠裡的雞巴早已按耐不住勃起了。” 還得有錢才行！” 我暗想 “我要是李嘉誠，別說這樣的女孩，比她還嫩比她還純的小丫頭我也能用鈔票抽她們嘴巴，抽的她們自己脫光了讓我這個老大爺操！可我只是一個工廠的退休工人，每月兩千多的退休金連玩路邊的野雞也得考慮消不消費的起，這就是命啊！不過好在我還算有頭腦，能想到占這幫涉世不深的小丫頭便宜的辦法，有了這第一次，以後老子退休有的是時間和精神慢慢跟你們玩。洗乾淨身子等著被我摸把小妞們。”車馬上又要進站了，我咬咬牙決定下車之前再騷擾那個小姑娘一下。我開始往門口鑽，一邊念叨著：” 讓一下，下車！謝謝！” 一邊用手做出分開人群的樣子。經過女孩身邊我故意把手伸過去在她豐滿的屁股上輕輕一拍，順勢捏了捏。女孩一個激靈轉身對我怒目而視。如果說剛才掐她乳房我還能有些許借口，那麼捏她屁股就是赤裸裸的性騷擾。但她只是氣紅了臉狠狠的瞪了我一眼，臉上因羞辱和憤怒湧起的的紅色讓她更增嬌艷，我心裡一動，默默的說：” 閨女，大爺走了，別怨大爺，誰讓你長這麼水靈的，誰看了誰不想掐一把啊！” 然後無視她憤怒的目光隨著下車的人流出了車站。兩個月後。退休後的我極度空虛，原本想找份臨時工消磨時間卻因為金融危機一直找不到合適的工作。每天吃飯睡覺的生活讓我身上的肉長了不少。這段時間精力無比的充沛，原本存下的一些私房錢都被我背著老伴找小姐揮霍乾淨了。每個月雖然退休金不少，但被老伴完全掌握著說要給兒子娶媳婦攢錢，百無聊賴之中那次在公共汽車上摸女學生的經歷給了我很大啟發。我開始每天無所事事的坐公交車騷擾那些有姿色的少婦少女。因為我偽裝的巧妙，又是白發蒼蒼一個老年人，因此一直沒出過什麼問題。直到有一天……退休前我跟同事老蔣有個約定，找天拿個相機去廠子跟老夥計們合個影。在家窮極無聊之下我拿著兒子的數碼相機回了廠子去履行這個諾言。老哥幾個多日不見都很想念，一起照了相之後難免一陣寒暄，我和老蔣感情一直很好，聊到下班他非拉我去家裡喝酒。雖然我們一起工作這麼多年卻很少到彼此家裡去，上一次去他家還是他閨女過滿月的時候。老蔣老實巴交結婚晚，人到中年才得了一個閨女，生個女孩他也很知足，一向對女兒嬌生慣養，上班的時候也沒少吹噓她女兒學習怎麼怎麼好，怎麼怎麼聽話，可長這麼大我這當叔叔的一次也沒見過。同樣我兒子他也只是常聽我說沒見過面，有幾次跟他開玩笑我還說過等我兒子實在找不著媳婦就等他的女兒長大了娶過來當兒媳婦。但當他打開家門把我引到客廳的時候，我怎麼也沒想到那個讓我曾經神魂顛倒的倩影會在兩個月後再次出現：一個坐在客廳看電視個子高挑有著豐滿胸部戴黑邊眼鏡皮膚白淨美麗的女高中生，見了我的到來憤怒的站了起來。是她！我的心一下沉了下去，老臉臊的通紅。她怎麼會在老蔣家？突然猛的想起那天她那兩個女同學叫她的名字就是蔣媛媛，而老蔣每次提起女兒都說我家媛媛怎樣怎樣，我怎麼沒想到呢？如果想到的話我根本不會來老蔣家。老蔣沒有發現我和他女兒異樣的神態，仍然還在給我們介紹：” 媛媛，來！這是你吳叔叔，跟爸爸同一天進的工廠，在一起快30年的老同事老朋友了，你滿月的時候吳叔叔還來咱家看過你呢！”我的臉紅一陣，白一陣，恨不得找個地縫鑽進去。根本不敢跟媛媛的目光相對。蔣媛媛沒說話，抄起茶幾上喝了一半的水杯用力潑到我的臉上。。老蔣吃了一驚，喝斥道：” 媛媛你乾什麼！”蔣媛媛轉頭沖著父親帶著哭腔指著我說：” 爸！他……他是個老流氓！”

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