"Qiqi, you're awake. How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?"
Seeing that her eyelids twitched, Xu Shu quickly asked with concern.
Zhou Qiqi opened her eyes and stared intently at Xu Shu.
Seven years had passed, and Xu Shu was much fairer than she remembered. She was wearing a brand-new Dacron shirt, her short hair was slicked back with hair wax, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned with a misty, watery look at her, making her gaze all the more affectionate.
The original owner was probably fooled by his appearance.
She really thought she had wronged Xu Shu.
But those involved are often blinded by their own perspective, while Zhou Qiqi, as an observer, sees everything very clearly.
Last night, she and that man both came looking for marriage partners; one had room number 6, and the other had room number 9.
She clearly had the key to number 9, yet she was able to open the door to number 6.
The man was taking a shower when she was bumped into as she opened the door; the two of them just happened to collide.
Coincidentally, at that moment, Xu Shu and his fiancée returned and witnessed the scene.
How many coincidences are there in the world?
And last night she saw it clearly: Xu Shu and that man's fiancée were very close, their hands were almost touching.
Keep in mind, this was 1982. Even if it was just for entertainment, unmarried men and women wouldn't get that close.
She suspected that the two people knew each other, but mere suspicion wasn't enough, she said softly.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little thirsty."
"Let me get you some water!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Shu quickly poured a mug of warm water from the thermos.
Zhou Qiqi hadn't drunk any water all night and was extremely thirsty. She took the water and started drinking it in small sips, without stopping.
Xu Shu thought she felt guilty and was too embarrassed to speak, so he quickly took her other hand and comforted her.
"Qiqi, nobody wanted this to happen. We grew up together, how could I not know you? I won't look down on you. Even if you get married, I'll still be your family, your brother. I've already prepared your dowry..."
Zhou Qiqi withdrew her hand with some disgust, but her sharp eyes noticed that Xu Shu was wearing a black "telephone cord" hair tie on his left wrist.
She had seen it in a fashion magazine before she traveled through time. In the 1980s, when China had just begun its reform and opening up, this kind of elastic material had just been introduced to the mainland from Hong Kong and Taiwan. It was very expensive, costing at least one yuan per piece, which could buy more than six kilograms of grain.
This is not something that ordinary people can afford.
Moreover, if she remembered correctly, the woman standing next to Xu Shu last night was wearing this kind of hair tie!
It seems these two not only know each other, but this woman is very likely secretly asserting her dominance over him!
Zhou Qiqi smiled mischievously, grabbed Xu Shu's sleeve, and said with a look of surprise.
"That's wonderful, Brother Xu! Since you don't mind, let's get married!"
(You won't get entangled with scumbags, so don't worry, ladies.)
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