8. Shortness of breath
◎The look he gave her was ambiguous and passionate◎
His gaze mixed with the soft light, and he stayed on her for a long time as if by magic, and did not move away for a long time.
Until she inadvertently turned her head and noticed him.
"ah."
Song Shixi was really frightened by Qin Yue who had been standing there for who knows how long. She loosened her grip and almost dropped the iron. Fortunately, the ironing board was wide enough, otherwise the iron would have hit her foot and the consequences would have been disastrous.
Thinking of this, Song Shixi couldn't help but shiver, and even his breathing became a little faster. It took him a long time to gather his thoughts, raised his head and looked at Qin Yue again.
It was only at this moment that she realized that he had already arrived in front of her without her knowing. There were only one or two steps between them. A hint of panic flashed across his usually serious face.
But when she looked carefully again, that expression disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
"Why are you so clumsy?"
Qin Yue spoke first. His voice was slightly hoarse due to the influence of alcohol, and the ending tone was light and revealed an awe-inspiring seriousness.
Hearing this, Song Shixi almost couldn't help rolling her eyes. She was ironing the clothes well. If he hadn't appeared out of nowhere without even making a sound, would she have been scared?
If you weren't scared, you certainly wouldn't have nearly had an accident, and you wouldn't have been scolded for being clumsy.
But looking at his cold face, she didn't dare to say out loud what she was complaining about deep in her heart. She could only grit her teeth and change the subject: "Brother, are you back?"
She was the only one at home during lunch time in the afternoon, but everyone else had returned one after another before dark, except for him. He was probably out for a social event.
Now that I smell the strong smell of alcohol on him, I know that my guess was correct.
While thinking, she secretly glanced at Qin Yue, but unexpectedly walked straight into his deep eyes.
His dark brown pupils were misty as if covered with a layer of vapor, and when he stared at her, it was as if he wanted to suck her in, ambiguous and hot.
Song Shixi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and it took him a long time to react. Then he took the initiative to avoid it as if running away.
Fortunately, perhaps because he was a little drunk, Qin Yue did not notice her inappropriate gaze, but instead fixed his eyes on the neatly stacked clothes.
"Why are you still up late at night messing around with these clothes?"
Her mind was blank, and she subconsciously replied, "Sell it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. Song Shixi closed his eyes in annoyance. Just as he was about to make amends, he heard him ask, "Are you short of money?"
"Who would complain about having too much money?" Seeing that there was no way to remedy the situation, Song Shixi decided to give up, scratched his forehead, and replied with a wry smile.
After these words were spoken, Qin Yue fell silent for a rare moment.
Indeed, who would complain about having too much money? Especially since she was the kind of person who was greedy, vain, and obsessed with money.
His eyes wandered over the pile of clothes, then he looked away. His voice was even softer than before, "If you need money, just ask. As long as you behave, the Qin family won't treat you unfairly."
If people knew that she went out to sell clothes, they would think that her family was treating her badly in private.
After saying this, he turned and left without saying anything else.
Song Shixi didn't take Qin Yue's words to heart and turned her attention back to ironing her clothes.
Ask for money when she needs it? That's easy to say, but who is she asking for it?
It is better to rely on yourself than on others. This is a truth that Song Shixi understood after suffering countless losses since childhood.
*
Although there were no classes the next morning, Song Shixi got up early. After washing up, she walked around the end of the bed to the dressing table and opened the curtains. The sunlight poured in instantly. The hydrangeas in the backyard stretched out their long branches towards her, as if she could reach the delightful white flowers with just her hand.
Song Shixi didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful green scenery outside the window. He looked straight at the round mirror on the table.
This face looks exactly like the one in her previous life. No matter how many times she looks at it, she always feels a little dazed.
The girl in the mirror had a good appearance, a small face the size of a palm, smooth and natural contours, a pair of charming fox eyes under her curved eyebrows, shallow pupils, bright and clear eyes, a small and straight nose, and moist and tender lips.
She has delicate and beautiful facial features, a well-proportioned figure, and there seems to be nothing wrong with her from head to toe.
But a closer look reveals flaws in this beautiful jade, such as skin that isn't clear enough, insufficient Qi and blood, dark circles under the eyes, acne on the forehead and chin, frizzy and split hair, hunched back...
This beauty is completely discounted.
She has been a blogger for so long. In order to produce effective pictures, texts and videos, and improve and consolidate the stickiness of her fans, she can be said to have tried every possible way to become beautiful in the world. At the same time, she also insists on a regular schedule, health care, exercise, yoga...
Looking at her face full of small flaws, Song Shixi took a deep breath. For the first time, she felt that she had obsessive-compulsive disorder. She wanted to take action immediately to restore her former exquisiteness, but she couldn't rush to take care of her skin and body shape, so she could only take it slowly.
What is more important right now is to seize the opportunity and make money while the iron is hot.
She had made up her mind that if she wanted to sell the clothes quickly, she would need a living sign nearby, and there was no one more suitable than herself. The key was that she could work for herself, for free!
I felt quite happy when I paid the rent yesterday, but now I just feel the pain. But what’s done is done, and there’s no point in regretting it. Besides, the money was definitely worth it!
Song Shixi collected his thoughts and took out the small knife that the original owner used to sharpen pencils from the drawer. After wiping it clean, he immediately worked quickly and accurately on the messy and flying eyebrows, trimming the outlines neatly.
On the table were some popular skin care products and cosmetics of the era: moisturizer, clam oil, osmanthus hair oil, pressed powder, powder sheets, eyebrow pencil, lipstick...
Song Shixi had never seen some of the brands before, but her conditions were limited, so she didn't care about that. She studied them and spent more than ten minutes putting on some simple light makeup.
She chose a light blue long dress today, and her long hair was braided into a fluffy pigtail that hung down in front of her chest. An exquisite little flower hairpin was placed on her cheek as an embellishment. The overall look was fresh and elegant, and her every frown and smile could not hide her beauty, which was eye-catching.
Song Shixi curled his lips in satisfaction, stood up and walked away from the windowsill.
Little did she know that her series of actions had been seen by someone.
Qin Yue stood on the balcony of the study in his pajamas, watching the slender figure disappear from his sight. After an unknown amount of time, he reached out and rubbed his brows, trying to erase the absurd impression from his mind.
But the scene kept echoing in front of my eyes: slender and beautiful white fingers, skin as soft as porcelain, lightly stained with a little lipstick, and then carefully blended on the lips, like peach blossoms slowly blooming in spring, full and plump, delicate and tender.
Qin Yue took a deep breath and felt that he was crazy or he was still drunk.
There was a feeling of irritation in his chest. When the phone in the study rang, he answered it with a hint of impatience in his tone, "What's the matter?"
After realizing that he was bringing his emotions into his work, Qin Yue fell silent for two seconds, adjusted his state, and then let the other party continue. When it came to the project quotation, he listened very carefully.
*
It’s a nice day today. The sunlight shines through the clouds, like golden silk.
When Song Shixi arrived at the back street dragging two suitcases, she was already exhausted and out of breath. She felt like her hands were no longer her own. She took a deep breath, walked past various stalls and headed towards her own stall.
She was dressed fashionably and beautifully today, with her outstanding figure and appearance, which attracted a lot of attention. She was not afraid at all and walked forward on her own.
"Qiuhong? When did you come?"
Song Shixi saw a person standing next to the stall from a distance. When he got closer, he found that it was Wu Qiuhong. He was surprised and happy.
When Wu Qiuhong heard her voice, she turned around and walked over quickly. She helped her carry a box away. After hesitating for a long time, she said softly, "I was passing by and came to see you."
Hearing this, Song Shixi smiled knowingly and said cheerfully, "Since you're here, don't leave. Help me."
Her expression was playful and lively; who could resist? Furthermore, Wu Qiuhong had come specifically to help, so naturally she accepted the offer.
The two opened the suitcases. Song Shixi first took out a light-colored bed sheet with small flowers and spread it on the stall to cover the originally ugly dark table top. Then he wrapped a circle of thin cloth strips on the stall shelf and decorated the stall bit by bit.
After everything was done, she and Wu Qiuhong hung the clothes out together.
"These clothes of yours are so beautiful and comfortable to the touch. Are you really willing to sell them at such a low price?"
Wu Qiuhong originally thought that the clothes she was going to sell must be cheap old clothes, but it was obvious that these clothes had only been worn a few times. The materials were smooth, the colors were bright, and there were various patterns and designs. She could hardly take her eyes off them.
She had only seen such nice clothes in department stores, and now she didn't even dare to touch them, for fear of getting them dirty or torn. Seeing Song Shixi take out a sign that said "Pick anything for 50 cents", she couldn't help feeling shocked and sorry.
Fifty cents? I'm afraid you can't even buy a sleeve at the department store?
"No matter how beautiful or comfortable it is, if it doesn't suit me, it's better to sell it if it sits in the closet gathering dust."
Song Shixi also felt it was a pity, but she was in a hurry to use the money to rent a house and couldn't care less. Besides, the original owner's clothes were piled up like a mountain, and these were just the tip of the iceberg.
Besides, selling it to people in need and recycling it can also help reduce waste and promote environmental protection.
After saying this, he noticed Wu Qiuhong looking at the sign in his hand, and belatedly realized that she had misunderstood. He quickly took out an exquisite iron box from his suitcase. The box was engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns, which caught Wu Qiuhong's attention at a glance.
"This is not the price of selling clothes, but the price of selling this."
Song Shixi smiled and opened the lid of the iron box, revealing the contents inside. Various colorful small accessories sparkled in the sunlight.
It looks shiny and brand new, but it's actually second-hand.
The original owner basically changed her jewelry every day. She would dislike a hairpin or hair tie after wearing it for one day, so she would throw it aside and buy a new one. The jewelry boxes at home were already full. She cleaned them up yesterday, keeping the ones she liked and preparing to sell the rest. She would sell as many as she could get back.
Besides, you won’t lose much money selling this kind of small accessory, and putting a low-price sign next to it can serve as a gimmick to attract customers.
After listening to her well-reasoned analysis, Wu Qiuhong knew that she had an idea in mind, so she said no more.
The two of them quickly set up the stall. Many people were attracted by the bright clothes and the beautiful stall owner. After asking a few questions, they left after hearing that the goods were second-hand and the corresponding prices.
Many people asked, but until the first class was over, they had not sold a single piece of clothing or accessories.
【Author’s words】
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