He's On The Street

Oneshot

This is the famous red-light district of S City, and it is a legally operated underground industry.

My head is dizzy. I drank too much alcohol just now to accompany a client. Although I vomited once, I still feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, they found the young lady in advance so that they could have more entertainment activities, otherwise they would not be able to spend the night easily.

I squinted my eyes and tried to distinguish the feasting in front of me, so as not to let myself bump into others, but I smelled a strong inferior fragrance in my nose, and all kinds of soft and twisted hawking also spread in.

The women scratched their heads and gestures to seek patrons, and there were also many men standing on the street, their faces were calm and seemed to be accustomed to everything.

I saw a man leaning against a bare red brick wall, sunk into a black mink coat, only revealing a delicate razor-sharp jaw, wearing white gloves that did not match the filth, with cigarettes between fingertips, puffing slowly.

Seemingly noticing my eyes, the man turned his head to look over, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not the one standing on the street. But soon the man straightened up and threw the cigarette butts on the ground at will. The sewage quickly drowned the sparks. He showed a smile, looking a little cramped and flattering, and said to me: "Three hundred times, a thousand packs of nights."

I have no interest in these, and the men on the street can't be called clean.

But looking at the man's face, I couldn't say anything of rejection. I could only say vaguely, "Bao Ye, where to go?"

Naturally, he seemed to take a fancy to me being drunk, and helped me into a slightly dilapidated hotel. The old lady at the front desk just looked up and gave me the key.

The hotel room was not very clean, and there was indescribably dark dirt in the corner. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the man take off his mink coat, revealing the deep V black silk shirt inside.

He knelt on one knee on the bed, between my legs, gently pushed me down on the bed, I obeyed his movements and looked up at the man.

"Can I know your name?" the man asked, "I'm Zezhou."

It should be "stage name". I thought.

Zezhou was propped on top of me, the dim yellow light was cast from behind him, and the shadows covered everything. It seemed a little difficult for me to see his expression, but I still said my real name: "Jian Ran."

Zezhou was stunned for a moment., he blinked, then raised the corners of his mouth and leaned down to kiss me.

I raised my hand to cover his mouth with a calm expression, and asked, "Are you picking up the male guest?"

Seeing to understand what I was thinking. Zezhou nodded lightly.

"You want... me?" Zezhou said with a smile, his tone affirmed. 

"Yes." I laughed too, and the drowsiness after being drunk became sober at this moment, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Zezhou looked calm, as if he had done these things many times, "I'll go to the bathroom to prepare and clean up."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left, and I took out my phone to read the news. The previous case was finally settled, and this time the client was also very satisfied. I would sign a large order.

Thinking about it, I was a little tired, and at this time, the sound in the bathroom also quieted down. With the creaking sound, Zezhou came out, the end of his eyes was still red, and his whole body was emitting steam.

A beautiful rose pattern is on the chest. It looks weirdly beautiful.

The man took something from the cabinet next to me and put it in front of me, and asked, "What do you like?"

I looked at Zezhou's meekness with cold eyes.

There are also tattoos on the back of the man, which seem to be some foreign characters, which I can't understand.

"What does this mean?"

"What?"

"Tattoo."

Zezhou hugged the pillow, the whole perso ln was stuffy inside, gasping for breath: "Eternity... Eternity."

I don't want to know how he understands this, also I don't want to know what he went through before this, everything in Zezhou has nothing to do with me except tonight.

But Zezhou didn't think so. The guy who lives on others like Dodder will not miss any chance to suck blood. He lay on the bed to calm down and watched me get dressed and ready to leave, and quickly took out his mobile phone.

"Cash," I said, pulling a thousand dollars from my bag.

"No!" Zezhou said fiercely, as if noticing that he was emotional, he quickly explained, "...I want to add you as a friend."

I didn't say anything, just put the money on the bedside table, and suddenly thought of, "How much is the room?"

"No need." Zezhou shook his head, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he finally calmed down.

I nodded, ready to leave.

"Jian Ran." It seemed that my coldness finally made Zezhou unbearable. He called my name. "Did you really not recognize me?"

I looked at him, and of course I recognized him. I knew who he was when he turned to look at me, but I didn't care. So I just smiled and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Zezhou froze on the bed. He squeezed his phone tightly. From my angle, I could clearly see the blue veins on his arms bursting out. The man seemed to be trying his best to endure something.

Zezhou is his real name. He used to be the darling of the world. He had a good family back ground, exquisite appearance, excellent grades, and enviable love. Unfortunately, starting from a car accident, conspiracy gradually overwhelmed him. Zezhou has become a bug in the gutter, and even all the lovers who had been privately set for life have left him.

My name doesn't appear to be in this story, but I do appear.

I used to like Zezhou very much, even knowing that he has a girlfriend. But my love is not visible, it is a rat that everyone shouts and beats, so I have been hiding until Zezhou becomes the same person as me.

I confessed to him. Zezhou rejected me.

I watched him degenerate with cold eyes and opened a trap for money transactions. But at that time Zezhou was still unwilling to accept my love despite the precarious situation.

How ridiculous, the once strong feelings can now be bought for a thousand yuan. Just a thousand bucks.

There was no contact after that, until today, ten years later, he was standing on the street and became a prostitute.

I looked down at the pile of money on the bed and smiled, "Is there anything else?"

Zezhou was dumbfounded. He shook his head with a wry smile.

For some reason, it seemed to be relieved, or it was some kind of premonition, I felt relaxed, but my heart began to cramp, and the alcohol -paralyzed brain began to faint again. I took one last look at Zezhou and left.

Later, I didn't pass through the red-light district for a long time. The original contract was signed. I was also promoted and moved to another city. Although I never fell in love, I raised a cat and a dog, and my life was pretty good.

Zezhou is just a fragment, I should never think of him again.

But one day, I saw a piece of news that described a station-street man who was murdered and died in a tragic state. He should have suffocated while playing alphabet games, and was dismembered by a prostitute-client in order to av oid responsibility.

I just glanced at it casually, but I saw the name of Zezhou.

The dead person is Zezhou.

I froze in place, unable to respond for a long time.

At this time, the company just happened to send me to S City on a business trip. I went. After the work was completed, I came to the place where Zezhou lived.

He has been living in that hotel, and the old lady just glanced at me and handed over the key directly, just like Zezhou at that time.

I stood in front of the door, afraid to open it, my fingers were cold and started to tremble. I knew that if I didn't go in, I would regret it, but if I did... what would happen to me?

But in the end, I still turned the door lock...

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2006.3.15

It seems that all the despair happened to me, why?

2006.3.20

How can I not wash it clean.

2006.3.22

They came to me again, and I couldn't escape. 

2006.4.14

She confessed to me, but I couldn't agree. She even wanted to buy me with money, so cute and innocent. I'm sorry, I can't accept you and I can't love you. 

2006.4.23

She seems to be looking at me, don't look at me, don't look at me. 

On June 9, 2006, my mind and body are resisting, it's too uncomfortable. I should just let it go, but why is it me? 

2016.7.8 

I saw her again, and it seemed that nothing had changed. She actually wanted to fall in love with me. I didn't expect that this body would bring her a little happiness in the end. But she rejected me, 1,000 yuan, hahaha, never seen again. 

2016.7.10 

I dreamed of high school again, obviously a lot of it was blurry, but I still remembered her face, if I promised her when she confessed at that time will it still be the same? I can't say I regret it, but I feel a little sad. I really like her.

2016.7.11

Actually, I like you very much. You are too clean. I'm not good enough for you. Last time. 

2016.8.10 

Jian Ran... Those nightmares haunt me all the time, my whole body is burning. 

2016.8.21

Why me?

Why am I alive?

Maybe death is the eternal. 

2016.8.22

I want to write a lot of words for you, but I can't write it, I will write it later when I have time. 

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