Seeing friends and forgetting friends
"She's an ordinary girl," Jiang Chunmei commented.
Ordinary is not dull. Wu Meilai exudes a gentle aura, like the gentle flow of spring water, without any destructive power, quietly and silently nourishing the lives along its path, embracing everything.
Zhou Qianling withdrew his gaze, twirling a strand of hair in boredom, and asked, "Come here, will Sister Wang let me go?"
Jiang Chunmei's energetic face fell, and she rubbed her already unruly hair. "Before coming here, she threatened me to change my personal trainer." She looked at Zhou Qianling with a sly look, "But, you've been at our side for us, so don't grab my blanket tonight."
With a loud bang.
It was the sound of the casserole being placed on the potholder.
"The chili pickles are over there, help yourself." Wu Mei told the diners the location of the condiments as usual, glanced at Zhou Qianling's hands that stopped tying his hair, and went back to serve the remaining rice noodles.
Jiang Chunmei finished her last piece of vermicelli in frustration and wiped her mouth. "Let's go, boss, business is booming."
After saying that, another villager came in through the curtain and sat in Jiang Chunmei's seat.
"7 yuan has arrived in Alipay."
When the female voice ended, Wu Meilai also brought out the noodles. She glanced at the door and saw Zhou Qianling had already been led out by a woman with her arm around his shoulders. He happened to turn his head and look at her through the yellowed transparent door curtain.
Wu Mei came and passed by without stopping for a moment.
When you see old friends, you forget new friends.
When you see a friend, you forget your friend.
Returning to the stove and repeating the process of cooking noodles, Wu Meilai's thoughts drifted away again.
Do they... sleep in the same bed?
Wu Meilai secretly laughed at herself for being crazy. There were only a few beds in Zhou Qianling's aunt's house, so why not sleep together?
They are all women, what's the big deal... She remembered Zhou Qianling sleeping with his arms around her in the hotel.
Are they usually like this?
I feel sad.
Wu Meilai admitted that she was jealous. She still remembered that when she was in the first grade of junior high school, she made friends with a girl who was her deskmate. They ate and went to the toilet together, and they would run to the deserted grass during breaks to talk and talk privately.
But in the second year of junior high school, the girl fell in love and was so preoccupied with her boyfriend that she completely forgot about her good friend who had been left in the corner. Every time Wu Meilai saw her boyfriend calling her "Bao Er" or holding her hand, she felt very uncomfortable.
Later, when she grew up, she realized that this was jealousy caused by possessiveness of her friend.
But what right did she have to be jealous of Zhou Qianling? From their conversation, Wu Meilai knew that when the woman heard her say she wanted to see the flowers in Yanzhou, she immediately dropped her work and drove over 2,000 miles just to bring her a bunch of bougainvillea.
Such friendship is really enviable.
Wu Meilai collected her thoughts and took out the last bowl of noodles.
After dinner time, most people had left. Wu Mei came and wiped the table and sat aside, planning to wait until the last customer left before washing the dishes.
With nothing to do, she opened the game again and saw someone giving her stamina.
When you click on it, you will see a kitten avatar.
Even the cats in the city are different from those in the countryside. They are round and fat, and they sleep lying flat on their backs like humans.
He stroked the cat's head with his fingers.
I haven't heard any cat meows for several days. I wonder if the kittens on the bus are still there.
The door curtain rang, and Wu Meilai stood up to collect the dishes, only to find that the guests were still there.
Looking towards the door, it was Zhou Qianling, with his hands behind his back.
"Where is your friend?" Wu Meilai waited for a few seconds, and when she saw that she didn't speak, she asked first.
"she……"
"I'm here." The woman tilted her head from behind her.
It was blocked.
"Did something fall?" Wu Mei looked back at where the two of them were just now, but there was nothing.
"I just paid less for a bottle of mineral water."
"Oh, one dollar and fifty cents." Wu Mei came and saw the two of them huddled together, her sour taste welling up in her mouth again. "It's just a bottle of water, no need to come back all that way."
Jiang Chunmei rolled her eyes quietly: Of course not.
She felt that Zhou Qianling was just looking for an excuse to stay in the restaurant. After all, she had been standing outside with this person for quite a while, and only came in after seeing the last diner not leaving.
Glancing at the person next to her, Jiang Chunmei suddenly felt a pang of annoyance: His smile was too gentle. Was this still the Zhou Qianling she knew?
Seeing that the two were standing there in silence, Jiang Chunmei casually extended her hand: "I don't think I've introduced myself yet. My name is Jiang Chunmei, boxing coach."
"Ah, I, I'll call Wu Meilai." Wu Meilai wiped her hands on her apron before shaking the other person's hand.
It was too formal. She thought it was only done on TV.
Wu Meilai's eyes fell on Jiang Chunmei's exposed arms. They were really strong. It turned out that she was a boxer.
Seeing that she was staring at her friend's arm, Zhou Qianling felt something was wrong. He frowned slightly and stretched out his hand behind his back.
"For you." It was a drooping bougainvillea.
Wu Meilai was surprised and took it, but she didn't know who to thank.
“It smells so good.”
"Smells good, doesn't it? Flowers that have traveled thousands of miles must be treasured, sister." Jiang Chunmei answered with a smile. She excitedly said, "I just went to the river with Qianling and saw a lot of red plum blossoms. Let's go take some pictures later... Oh... You still have to watch the shop."
Wu Meilai chuckled, took a deep breath of the floral scent, and then said, "The day after tomorrow, I'm going to the city to buy New Year's goods, so I'll be closed for a few days." After she said that, she remembered that there was a canning jar in the store, so she went into the kitchen to look for it.
When she turned around, Zhou Qianling's face immediately fell, "You can shut up for a while."
Jiang Chunmei raised her eyebrows in a sly manner, sat down, crossed her legs and swung her feet, "You can't poop, so you blame the toilet."
Zhou Qianling's mouth twitched. It was the first time he heard someone compare him to a toilet.
She stared at the man's arm resting on the table and squeezed it.
A hard lump.
Jiang Chunmei was so frightened that she jumped up from the stool and crossed her hands in front of her chest, "What are you doing? Are you being possessed by Sister Wang?"
Zhou Qianling didn't bother to pay attention to her surprise and sat in her previous position, thinking, "Tell me, is she gay?"
"What? What did you say?"
Zhou Qianling rolled his eyes and hooked his finger at her.
…
Wu Meilai finally found the can and stood up. She saw Zhou Qianling beckoning Jiang Chunmei, who then obediently took a few steps forward, half-bent her knees and hunched in front of her.
What a weird scene.
She watched Zhou Qianling slightly raise his head and lean close to Jiang Chunmei's ear, his lips moving, and then Jiang Chunmei straightened up in confusion.
"How can I tell? You know, most of the people who confessed to me are straight."
Love and faith.
Wu Meilai didn't understand their mumbling, so she washed the bottle, went back to the hall silently, and put the withering bougainvillea in it.
Maybe it can live a few more days. Wu Meilai looked at the slightly drooping flowers on the kimchi table with lack of interest, and felt that they were not very fragrant.
The video ringtone rang, and Wu Meilai subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. It was Jiang Chunmei.
"Sister Wang, have you eaten?" Jiang Chunmei stepped aside, revealing the person she was blocking.
When Zhou Qianling saw Wu Mei coming, he put on a perfect smile.
Still so polite.
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