7. Drunk
◎Staring at her, his Adam's apple rolled◎
She was lucky because the stall was recently vacated by someone else. It wasn't located very far to the front, but it wasn't very far to the back either. It was located two-thirds of the way down the street.
Most of the shops around here sell daily necessities, and there is only one stall that has set up a boiler to sell pot stickers, which don't smell very good.
After a walk around, Song Shixi was quite satisfied with every aspect of the place. The only thing that made him feel a bit dingy was that the previous stall owner sold fried snacks and made the free tables provided by the street office dirty and greasy. He also didn't clean them when he moved out. It was really disgusting.
Fortunately, Wu Qiuhong offered to go to her dormitory to get a bucket and a rag to wipe it. Otherwise, she would not only have to drag the clothes over tomorrow, but also prepare the cleaning tools, which was too much trouble.
Song Shixi didn't bother to be polite with Wu Qiuhong and followed her to the dormitory. She took the opportunity to see what the environment was like. If it was okay, she would go to the counselor to ask about moving in.
The dormitory is divided into several buildings, separated by men and women. Wu Qiuhong's dormitory is on the third floor of Building No. 2 of the female dormitory. At this time, everyone has finished their meal and returned to the dormitory to rest or read. It was very quiet along the way.
The sunlight shines through the gaps between the tall branches, giving the long corridor a golden glow. The tip of the nose is filled with the fragrance of locust flowers, which carries the unique scent of youth.
They pushed open the door of the dormitory quietly, and after entering, they found that no one else had rested, but was chatting in a low voice together. When they saw Song Shixi coming back with Wu Qiuhong, they stopped talking in surprise and looked at them curiously.
It's really like the sun rising from the west, these two people are actually playing together again.
Ling Juan rolled her eyes and took the initiative to greet Wu Qiuhong, "Qiuhong, you're back?"
"Well, I came back to get something."
Hearing this, Wu Qiuhong glanced at Ling Juan in surprise. You know, this person is usually arrogant and indifferent to her, so why is he so enthusiastic today?
But she soon found out the reason, because Ling Juan's eyes stayed on her for a moment, then turned directly to Song Shixi, smiling like a sunflower, and said, "Comrade Song, come and sit down. There is a chair here."
Comparing before and after, the difference is obvious.
"No, I'll be leaving soon."
Song Shixi smiled on the surface, but in his heart he had directly put Ling Juan on the blacklist.
Ling Juan saw that every time she opened her mouth, Song Shixi pushed her away like he was doing Tai Chi. She put on a bad face and found an excuse to hide in bed.
The others didn't express it as obviously as Ling Juan, but they were also somewhat attentive to Song Shixi. Unfortunately, they were not familiar with each other and had no topics to talk about. After Wu Qiuhong went to the innermost corner of the dormitory to get the bucket and came back, she shut up.
Song Shixi had already taken a calm look around the dormitory during their casual chat, and finally couldn't help but clench his palms.
The school dormitories all have six people in each room, with bunk beds and a long table against the wall for sharing. The area is very small and there is not even a cabinet for clothes. You can only pile them on the bed or prepare a box and put it under the bed.
Moreover, there was no private shower room in the dormitory, and washing had to be done in the public bathhouse. This alone was enough to discourage Song Shixi, who grew up in the south.
Not only that, she also noticed that the wall paint was cracked and the paint on the iron bed was peeling...
Song Shixi silently crossed out the option of moving into the dormitory in his mind.
"Shixi, let's go. We need to go to the water room to get water." Wu Qiuhong's return interrupted her thoughts. Song Shixi quickly smiled and nodded, then snatched the bucket from her hand, "Let me take it."
The two of them came and went like the wind, and only when the room was completely empty did the others begin to chatter and discuss.
"Didn't they break up? Why is Song Shixi willing to deal with Qiuhong again?"
"Who knows? Could it be that Wu Qiuhong put it there herself? I saw it this morning. She took the initiative to talk to Song Shixi, and then they sat together." Ling Juan poked her head out from the bed again and said something in a sarcastic tone.
"Ah? Is this true? Qiuhong doesn't seem like that kind of person."
Ling Juan rolled her eyes, not knowing if they were truly stupid or just too naive. "Some people pretend to be honest, but they're actually more cunning than anyone else. If you don't believe me, why don't we ask them later when we get the chance?"
I waited until the afternoon class was over and then until dark before I finally saw someone squatting there.
When Wu Qiuhong appeared at the dormitory door with a bucket and a rag, she was blocked by someone.
"Qiuhong, what were you doing? Why are you back now?"
After class in the afternoon, Wu Qiuhong and Song Shixi disappeared, and no one knew where they went. Could it be that Song Shixi took Wu Qiuhong to have fun and eat delicious food?
When everyone thought of this possibility, their eyes almost turned red with envy.
“Just wandering around.”
Wu Qiuhong felt that it was better not to talk too much about other people's affairs, so she gave a vague answer. Fortunately, other people asked a few questions, and when they couldn't get anything out of her, they turned and kept asking about her relationship with Song Shixi.
Although we are all from other places, the gap between us is huge.
People like Song Shixi, who have reliable and wealthy relatives in Beijing, are the envy of everyone, especially since she looks like a fairy, with both beauty and money. Anyone who sees her will say that she has a good life!
When the school first started, Song Shixi and Wu Qiuhong were close. They didn't say it on the surface, but they were actually biting each other's teeth behind the scenes.
They were clearly in the same class, so why did Song Shixi choose Wu Qiuhong as her friend? You have to know that Wu Qiuhong was the poorest and most down-to-earth girl in the class, living a very shabby life. Even they didn't want to play with her.
Fortunately, the two broke up not long after that.
Who would have thought that not long after that, they were playing together again.
Everyone was feeling unspeakable, and couldn't help but say, "Have you forgotten how Song Shixi distanced himself from you last time? That kind of person is not worthy of being your friend."
"Yeah, Song Shixi has such a rich relative, what friends does he need? Why would he care about you?"
"We need to know our own limitations and not rush to try to please someone who doesn't like us. It's so cheap! She probably only sees you as a servant and will order you around to do anything."
There are six people in the dormitory. Apart from Wu Qiuhong, Ling Juan is the one who jumps the most happily. As she spoke, she glanced at the bucket in Wu Qiuhong's hand, which was full of suggestive meaning.
Wu Qiuhong also looked down in the direction of her gaze, but her mind was thinking about what happened in the back street in the afternoon.
The stall was very oily and it took a lot of effort to clean it. Song Shixi didn't let her do it at first, but she couldn't bear it and took the initiative to help. The two of them talked and laughed the whole time. After they finished cleaning, Song Shixi even treated her to oil tea.
The sweet taste still lingers in my mouth, making me unable to resist curling my lips.
Although Wu Qiuhong is honest and dull, she is not stupid and can tell good from bad. Maybe Song Shixi was not someone she could make close friends with before, but she is different now. She is respectful and polite in her words and deeds. She looks at her as an equal, not with the sense of superiority that Ling Juan said, as a superior looking at a subordinate.
These people in front of her seemed to be standing up for her, but in fact they had their own ulterior motives and looked down on her from the bottom of their hearts.
Thinking of this, she said coldly, "What does this have to do with you? Mind your own business. Instead of gossiping about others behind their backs, you might as well read a few more books to cleanse your brain."
She said this bluntly, which made everyone around her choke and shut up in anger.
Only Ling Juan was still refusing to give in. She angrily asked, "What's your attitude? We're doing this for your own good, and you're cursing at us?"
Unfortunately, Wu Qiuhong had already turned around and left the dormitory to wash up, so Ling Juan was forced to swallow her anger.
*
"The Shenzhen Stock Exchange said Tianhe has sent over a proposal."
The black car slowly drove into the courtyard. As Xu Jinze spoke, he glanced at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
He was wearing a black shirt with the collar casually open, revealing a slender white neck. His figure was straight and tall, and his face was handsome and outstanding, showing his cold and noble demeanor.
In the evening, he had dinner with several department-level leaders in Quyuan. The party just ended now. Qin Yue drank quite a lot and spent most of the time sitting and resting with his eyes closed.
Hearing this, he just said calmly: "Let's talk about it when we get back."
What this means is that it will be cold for a while.
Xu Jinze understood and didn't say anything else. He secretly sympathized with Tianhe for a few seconds, but at the same time felt that they had purely brought this upon themselves.
Since its opening up, the Shenzhen Stock Exchange has developed at an astonishing speed. In just ten years, the former small fishing village has gained a brand new look. Many people have seized the opportunity and made a fortune, but not many can truly keep this wealth.
Qin Yue started out as a small contractor, and he led his comrades to advance steadily and low-key. He had already eaten up most of the cake in the market without realizing it, and by the time others reacted, it was already too late.
In the bidding for Qin's new project, there were dozens, if not thousands, of companies like Tianhe, which initially claimed to be noble and kept a distance, but later realized that something was wrong and came to try to curry favor with them and ask for a share of the pie.
It’s a pity that Mr. Qin doesn’t seem to be very interested.
Xu Jinze gathered his scattered thoughts, parked the car, got out, walked around to the back seat, opened the door, and said respectfully, "Boss Qin, we're here."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Qin Yue opened his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and then got out of the car.
Although he had drunk a lot, he was still conscious and walked into the house safely without any help.
Everyone in the family was asleep at this time, and he didn't intend to disturb them. He went to the kitchen in the moonlight and poured himself a glass of water. However, he had just taken two sips when he was interrupted by a sound coming from not far away.
Qin Yue frowned suddenly, his body moving faster than his slow brain. He picked up a rolling pin beside him and rushed over. His movements were quick and cautious. Without making any noise, he approached the source of the sound without anyone noticing.
He raised the rolling pin, but when he saw the situation inside the house, he froze and frowned even more tightly.
Another utility room.
The place in front of me was very familiar, but unlike the dim light last time, this time the lights were bright, illuminating every corner of the room very clearly, including, of course, the woman standing in front of the ironing board.
She was wearing light pink pajamas, her long hair was tied casually and hung softly behind her. A few strands of hair were scattered on her cheeks, sticking to her white and pointed chin, making her skin look even whiter than snow.
Because she was lying sideways, she did not notice his arrival and continued to iron the clothes carefully. However, perhaps the iron was a bit heavy and it was a bit difficult for her to hold it. She had to heat it up on the stove from time to time. After a long time, she would switch to her other hand. The whole process was patient and gentle.
Qin Yue looked at this scene and his Adam's apple rolled inexplicably.
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