Qianling
The two planned to play in the city for the next two days and then buy some New Year's goods to return to the village.
However, there are no famous attractions in Biji City. The more famous ones are far away and transportation is not convenient, so the only thing you can do is stroll around the parks and shopping malls in the city, which is also a special experience for Zhou Qianling.
Wu Mei took her to eat pancakes, silk dumplings, and glutinous rice. After returning to the hotel in the evening, this person kept thinking about the sour soup noodles she mentioned, so she ordered two more takeouts.
“It’s very spicy.”
Zhou Qianling leaned against the head of the bed relaxedly, crossed his legs, and looked at the photos they took with a smile.
"Okay, I won't dip it in water then... Look at you, why do you look like that?"
Zhou Qianling moved and threw himself to the end of the bed, causing Wu Meilai, who was sitting upright, to bounce up and down as well.
Looking sideways with lowered brows, I saw two people on the screen facing the camera, face to face, one smiling brightly, the other with a wrinkled face, and the background was a mud-brick house with a doorway and several windows.
This was a tobacco-curing room used to dry leaf tobacco ten years ago, but now few people grow tobacco, so it's either abandoned or used for other purposes.
Obviously, this house has been converted into a toilet.
"How do you know?"
Wu Meilai pursed her lips, placed two fingers on the screen, and zoomed in.
Zhou Qianling's smile froze.
The mud-brick house had no doors or curtains, and in the dim shadows, an old lady was staring at the camera while using the toilet.
"It's okay, old people don't usually pay much attention to these things." Wu Mei came to comfort her after seeing her delete it.
Zhou Qianling frowned, turned over and lay flat on his back, holding up his phone and looking through the pictures one by one.
"Then what is this?"
The photo shows a bun-shaped mound made of red bricks. It is broken and has a hole with a diameter of about three meters on the top. Looking down from the hole, the inside is pitch black and you can vaguely see a food bag containing spicy strips.
Twenty years later, the bright packaging has long faded to white.
Time flies. The little kids who used to throw away garbage are probably already playing with soy sauce now.
"This is an abandoned kiln."
"It's used to make bricks and tiles." Wu Meilai felt a little melancholy. Her childhood memories had been covered with a layer of dim and old filter, as if it were a dream.
But one person became clear.
Wu Meilai looked at the enlarged face and suddenly had an idea, "Let me braid your hair."
Although Zhou Qianling didn't know why she suddenly thought of doing this, he still turned over and sat cross-legged with his back to her.
Wu Meilai propped herself up and turned around, then knelt behind her. Seeing that she was messaging someone, she looked away.
Gently run your fingers through her hair, combing it slowly from the top of her head downwards.
Zhou Qianling placed his thumb on the photo, motionless.
Her strength was just right; the touch of her fingertips on her scalp and the subtle pulling of each strand of hair made her feel as comfortable as if she were floating in the clouds.
Unfortunately, the people behind me know how to spoil the fun.
"Your hair is falling out so badly." Wu Meilai looked at the hair between her fingers and combed it one handful at a time, which made people worried.
"It's okay now, but I really fell off the pace during the college entrance exam."
Wu Meilai rolled her hair into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then knelt upright. As she parted her hair from the middle, she saw a bald patch on top of her head, where the scalp was a shade lighter than the surrounding area.
This was snatched away by those two thugs.
"Qianling..."
"Um?"
Wu Mei opened her mouth but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. She only swore secretly in her heart:
I will treat you well.
Because there was no hair tie, Wu Meilai didn't braid her hair into a high braid. Instead, she braided her hair into a pigtail like the educated youth on TV. At the end, she grabbed the remaining tail and realized that without a hair tie, she couldn't braid her hair into a high braid or a low braid.
This was nothing, but when Zhou Qianling saw her pause with a dazed look on her face, he found it inexplicably funny. The two looked at each other again and couldn't help laughing.
This is a weird joke.
Zhou Qianling laughed so hard that he lay down on his back with half of his body sticking out of the bed.
Fearing she would fall, Wu Meilai leaned forward, supporting herself with her left elbow and hooking her shoulder with her right hand. When she calmed down and stared at him, Wu Meilai realized that he had seemingly hugged her.
It's even more beautiful when you look at it up close.
"Don't fall." Wu Meilai warned, lowered her eyes and tried to get up, but she hooked her arms around her neck.
There was a faint creaking of springs coming from behind the wall. Combined with the two people's current posture, it felt a bit strange.
The arm that was hooked around her neck moved, and Wu Meilai was not paying attention for a moment, so it was pushed down two centimeters. Fortunately, she stabilized it in time.
When Wu Meilai saw Zhou Qianling's lips moving as if he wanted to say something, she couldn't help but become nervous.
Fortunately, the cell phone rang in time.
Wu Meilai used her arms to prop herself up, but before she left, Zhou Qianling grabbed her hand and signaled her not to avoid him.
"Are there any special requirements for the motorcycle you want?" Jiang Chunmei was brushing her teeth. Her hair was in clumps and kept shaking as she spit out water. She must have just finished taking a shower.
"Nai Zao, aren't you? Don't you live in your own house?"
Jiang Chunmei wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, picked up her cell phone, walked out, and sat on the sofa. On the cabinet that flashed across the screen was an old photo frame of a woman.
"No, I'm at Sister Wang's apartment. She happens to have one near the hospital."
As she spoke, she glanced out of her phone, and the familiar mature female voice came again, "Who are you calling?"
Jiang Chunmei licked her lips, glanced at the two heads in the picture, and replied honestly, "Qianling."
Wu Meilai stared with wide eyes, looking at Jiang Chunmei's flattering grin in surprise. Her eyes rolled slightly after the door closed, "Sister Wang..."
In the video, her collar dropped a little, her mouth suddenly pursed, and the corners of her lips suddenly dropped as if a weight was hanging on them.
It feels like being bullied.
With a short moan, the phone fell. Before it hit the ground, two feet on the wooden floor flashed across the screen. The right big toe was hooked against the left instep, and the toes were curled up patiently.
"Sister Wang..." Jiang Chunmei called out again, her voice a little higher, and if you listened carefully you could hear a hint of crying.
Wu Meilai frowned and opened her mouth to ask what happened, but Zhou Qianling covered her mouth.
She hung up the video and said with a smile, "Don't disturb them."
Why would sisters need to avoid each other? Something suddenly flashed through Wu Meilai's mind.
"I, I'm going to sleep." Wu Meilai stood up and crossed over to the other bed. Before she lay down, she heard a voice behind her asking, "Can you sleep with me?"
Zhou Qianling leaned sideways on the bed, the neckline of her nightgown fell low, and her soft hair slid down from her snow-white shoulders, hanging in the air and swaying gently.
"Isn't it possible?" His tone was still gentle, but with a hint of disappointment.
Wu Meilai pinched her thigh quietly, lowered her eyelashes, and replied softly, "Sure."
She vowed to be good to Zhou Qianling and would agree to any request.
"Are you nervous?"
It was very quiet tonight, and Zhou Qianling's voice was soft.
There was only a dim light strip in the room, and the weak light was scattered on the bed and on the noses of the two people sleeping opposite each other.
Wu Meilai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and only she knew that her heart was beating violently.
The quilt moved slightly, and the back of the hand resting on the leg covered the slightly cool palm.
Wu Meilai unconsciously took an extra breath.
She might know what Jiang Chunmei and Sister Wang were going to do.
If Zhou Qianling considered himself a man...
Wu Meilai was confused. She first thought about her appearance. She was neither as strong as Jiang Chunmei nor as tall as her. Then she looked at her personality. She was just like an ordinary woman, not aggressive at all.
All of this flashed through her mind in an instant, leaving only a bunch of TV drama scenes: a man hugging a woman and kissing her.
Wu Meilai took a quick glance at Zhou Qianling.
There are also women who, after kissing a man, stamp their feet and run away shyly.
Zhou Qianling shouldn't be shy, so why not just stomp his feet and run away?
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