Bold selfie
In the chat box, there were only a few conversations between the two people.
She wrote and deleted the words "thank you" in the input box, and then deleted and wrote again. Wu Meilai rarely took the initiative to chat with others. Firstly, she was afraid of disturbing the other person, and secondly, she was a slow typist and could never keep up with the other person.
Cleared, Wu Meilai clicked into her circle of friends and closed the screen the next second.
How can she post such dynamics...
That person's latest selfie was incredibly daring. One shoulder strap of her suspenders had come undone, while the other was casually hooked with her index finger. Her eyes were filled with allure. Although Wu Meilai had already seen it... her hesitant look was even more alluring, like a fox, with the tip of her furry tail tickling you.
Is this what a teacher would do?
She had always thought that teachers were either gentle and elegant, or serious and rigid...
Poor Wu Meilai was so tempted that she didn't realize it. She didn't dare to open the photo again, and as for the rest... she naturally didn't understand. She only knew that she felt like she had drunk half a pot of tea, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.
This excitement lasted until two or three in the morning.
The nights at this time are exceptionally quiet and empty, causing people to feel inexplicably sad and grief-stricken.
When Wu Meilai thought of Zhou Qianling, she thought of her mother, that graceful and cultured woman. When she looked at Zhou Qianling, her eyes were filled with love.
Liu Guiyan used to have eyes like this.
Wu Baizi broke his leg when he was young and couldn't do heavy work, so Liu Guiyan relied entirely on her migrant work to support the family. Before she was nine, Wu Meilai only saw Liu Guiyan a few times during the post-Chinese New Year period, not every year.
At that time, Liu Guiyan was young, pretty and loved to laugh.
When she was nine, her family got a landline, and the first call was from Wu Baizi, who told Liu Guiyan to hurry home. He said the villagers were saying she was having an affair.
When he grew up, Wu Meilai realized that this was just an excuse. Because he was cowardly and incompetent, with low self-esteem and arrogance, he couldn't bear to see Liu Guiyan being free and "carefree" outside, and he was also afraid that Liu Guiyan would really get together with someone else.
After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see how useless he was.
In the bedroom next door, Liu Guiyan started groaning again, but was silenced by Wu Baizi's scolding.
Wu Meilai curled up her body, thinking of Liu Guiyan's current appearance.
Although he was ten years younger than Zhou Fang, he looked much older than her. After years of suffering, not only his appearance had changed, but his temperament had changed as well.
So pitiful.
Wu Meilai felt a sudden pain in the tip of her nose.
After sleeping in a daze for two or three hours, Wu Meilai was awakened by Wu Baizi's roar. Without hearing what he was saying, she hurriedly lifted the quilt and got up to see what was going on.
As soon as the door opened, Wu Baizi was seen raising his fist to hit Liu Guiyan on the head. Wu Meilai was shocked and rushed over to push him away.
"What are you doing..." Finally, not daring to curse, Wu Meilai softened her tone and advised, "Mom's back isn't healed yet."
Wu Baizi was pushed against the wall and glared at Wu Meilai with gritted teeth, but after all, the whole family depended on Wu Mei for support, so he didn't dare to go too far. After cursing a few words, he put on his coat and went out, not knowing where he was going to brag again.
Wu Meilai breathed a sigh of relief and asked about the whole story. It turned out that Liu Guiyan was afraid of disturbing his sleep, so she didn't dare to call for help even though she had to pee urgently, and just peed on the bed in her sleep.
Wu Meilai didn't blame her mother, after all, she was also afraid of Wu Baizi.
Fear that penetrates deep into the nerves and bones.
Zhou Qianling once asked her why she didn't leave.
What stopped her from leaving?
She thought she had found some reason, the deep-rooted intimidation of her useless father.
Wu Mei came to dry the mattress and changed the sheets and quilt covers for them.
After feeding the porridge, Wu Mei's cell phone vibrated. She took it out and took a look at it, and was stunned.
Zhou Qianling: I want to eat noodles.
Sister Wu came to check the time. It was not yet nine o'clock, which was still early for her usual opening time, so she asked her to wait a moment.
Having said that, she still finished her porridge in a few gulps and went out.
I came down to the lotus pond and saw a man running towards me in the distance. He was wearing only a white vest and sports shorts in the middle of winter, with a towel hung around his neck.
The soft curve of his chest is obvious, and the muscle lines on his body are also obvious. They are not big but strong, especially his arms. I always feel like he can knock down a bull with one punch.
When the person came closer, she recognized that this was the short-haired woman who asked for directions on the street yesterday.
Wu Meilai didn't look at it for long, she lowered her head and took out her cell phone to play games.
As we passed each other, someone tapped my shoulder.
"Hi, nice to see you again."
The voice is also hearty.
Wu Meilai was stunned for a moment, lowered her shoulders, and silently left from under her palm.
The man seemed to realize his own impertinence and took off his Bluetooth headset with his hand in the air, explaining, "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."
This time, closer, Wu Meilai noticed that the woman's face was actually quite small. At first glance, she resembled a quiet, obedient student. Because of her exercise, her face was filled with a vibrant smile, and her messy short hair was even more prominent in the damp, cold dew from her morning run.
Wu Meilai didn't respond, she didn't know what to say.
But the woman didn't seem to care. She bent her elbows, grabbed the towel around her neck, and wiped the sweat off the back of her neck. She asked with a smile, "Excuse me, is Yuxianwan right here?"
As she moved, her brachialis contracted, her forearm was pulled up, her biceps bulged slightly, and the powerful lines deepened.
Wu Meilai had never seen such a woman before, and she felt a little strange. She forgot to answer for a moment and only nodded after the other party asked the second time.
"Is it ugly?" The woman pinched her arms and clenched her fists, making all her muscle groups look their best.
Some women do feel troubled by the fact that they gain muscle through exercise.
Wu Meilai shook her head. Anything that can make people alert will not be ugly, because fear arrives before ugliness.
"A bit strange, like a man."
A chuckle.
Wu Meilai looked at her in confusion.
"They are nature's gift to animals for survival and hunting, and have nothing to do with gender."
Wu Meilai nodded, but didn't take it to heart. Seeing that she had nothing to say, she said goodbye and left.
Zhou Qianling is still waiting to eat noodles.
As expected, when we arrived at the store, the man had already found a small stool and was standing in front of the rolling door, with his legs crossed, one hand in his pocket, the other hand on his knee supporting his face, staring straight at the ice in the puddles on the side of the road, probably in a daze.
Wu Mei came forward and stepped on the ice, making a subtle crackling sound that disturbed everyone. Zhou Qianling raised his eyelids and saw that it was her, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.
Wu Meilai: "When did you come?"
"When sending a message."
Zhou Qianling put down his legs, stood up and walked to Wu Meilai, carrying the cool dew of the winter morning.
They were so close, so close they could feel each other's warmth. Perhaps it was the shared experience that had brought them closer, or perhaps it was the music box Zhou Qianling had given her, but Wu Meilai's usual nervousness around her had mostly vanished, leaving only a faint sense of joy in her heart.
"Don't be so naive in the future. I'll message you when I get there." Wu Meilai lowered her head and stared at the toes of the two people that were about to touch each other.
Too close.
A picture flashed through my mind.
Wu Meilai was startled, but then she walked past as if nothing had happened, raised the door, and asked, "Is it mutton noodles today?"
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