47. Indistinguishable between male and female
Every weekend, Xu Wenqiang and Xu Yanmei would go to the seaside dock market to buy goods. The people at the dock, who had been toiling in the wind and rain all year round, had a hard and boring life. Every time they saw Xu Wenqiang, a fresh face, they were particularly energetic.
Especially today, Xu Yanmei imported a large quantity and variety of goods, so everyone gathered around to inquire.
Xu Yanmei was very proud. "I have supported Xu Wenqiang for so many years and paid for her education for so many years. This is the first time I have made money thanks to her."
When everyone heard this, their eyes looked at Xu Wenqiang even more sticky.
"You didn't sell your daughter, did you?" Sister Huang, who was also selling seafood at the farmers' market, shouted at the top of her voice, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Xu Yanmei jumped up and poked Sister Huang in the eye, shouting, "You childless old widow, you can't even sell yourself!"
"Who are you calling a widow? You have a man too." Old Sister Huang was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She raised her hand to slap Xu Yanmei.
Xu Wenqiang stood in front and got slapped while pulling.
Like Xu Yanmei, Sister Huang worked in the market for years, and both had immense strength. She slapped Xu Wenqiang so hard that half of her face began to swell.
"Aunt Huang, don't be angry. Making money from business is more important." Xu Wenqiang said politely.
After seeing enough of the excitement, everyone started to act like good people.
"It's still the girl Wen Qiang who's sensible. Sister Huang, stop making a fuss. We're all in the same market, so we'll see each other every day."
"That's right, making money is important, so let's all go our separate ways."
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Sister Huang was taken away, and Xu Wenqiang also took Xu Yanmei away.
After ordering the goods, Xu Yanmei and Xu Wenqiang did not delay any longer and delivered them directly to the factory canteen of Xing Jiaqi's home.
The person in charge of the cafeteria repeatedly checked the fish and shrimps that were jumping around on the ground. "These fish and shrimps are different from other ingredients. We need to take a closer look."
Xu Wenqiang pulled Xu Yanmei, and Xu Yanmei went back to the car, took out a cigarette and handed it over.
The person in charge took a look, lifted his coat to wrap the cigarette, and said, "Move in."
On the way back, Xu Wenqiang dozed off against the car window. Xu Yanmei patted the steering wheel and said, "Xu Wenqiang, let's take a day off today. I'll take you shopping and out to a restaurant."
After hearing this, Xu Wenqiang sat up straight and said, "Mom, I have an appointment with my classmates. How about we go shopping tomorrow?"
Xu Yanmei's face drooped when she heard this. "Tomorrow? You're not going to do business tomorrow? It's just one day, and if you miss this opportunity, you'll miss it forever."
Xu Wenqiang also felt disappointed, but she had to go to Xing Jiaqi's birthday party.
"Mom, the factory we just delivered the goods to is owned by the family of the classmate I agreed to meet with." Xu Wenqiang said.
"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" Xu Yanmei glanced at Xu Wenqiang with disdain. "Go back and clean yourself up. When you meet people, be more active and sweet-talker."
Xu Wenqiang asked, "Mom, are we still going to the mall and eating out tomorrow?"
"You've been out having fun today, why are you still going to the mall tomorrow?" Xu Yanmei said impatiently.
Xu Wenqiang leaned against the car window and continued to take a nap.
When they got home, it was just after seven in the morning. Xu Wenqiang said she would make breakfast, but Xu Yanmei said she was going to sleep and didn't want to eat. Xu Wenqiang still made two breakfasts and left one for Xu Yanmei.
After breakfast, Xu Wenqiang took a shower and then opened the closet, trying to find two pieces of clothing to wear to Xing Jiaqi's birthday party.
Xing Jiaqi's birthday party was meticulously prepared, even down to the invitations. You can imagine how grand the event was. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Xu Wenqiang, having read some idol dramas and romance novels, could imagine that if she went to Xing Jiaqi's house in such a shabby outfit, she would likely be the target of ridicule and mockery. Even if the other person was well-mannered and didn't give her a hard time, she still had to be more self-conscious and dress herself up to look presentable.
However, her clothes were all student-style, pretty much the same, the only difference being the color. After picking through them, I felt nothing was interesting.
Until she saw a black shirt.
This dress was too big for her, and it was obvious that it was not hers. But as soon as she held it in her hand, the fabric, texture, and workmanship made it clear that it was the most expensive piece of clothing in her entire wardrobe.
Xu Wenqiang put on the clothes on a whim and walked to the mirror.
If you tuck the shirt into your jeans, it still looks baggy, but it gives you a laid-back vibe. The more Xu Wenqiang looked at it, the more pleased she became, and she decided to wear it. She thought back to when she'd picked it up from the trash in a fit of greed. Now, it seemed like she'd put it to good use.
But, something seems to be wrong.
Looking more closely, it seems that because his hair is a little longer, it doesn't match the shirt he is wearing.
For many years, her hairstyle has not changed. It has always been a medium-length length hanging on the shoulders. It can be tied into a ponytail or left loose. This hairstyle is indeed a bit similar to Akagi Haruko.
Xu Wenqiang checked the time and went to the barber shop.
Sister Su from the barber shop is not a local and speaks softly.
"Wen Qiang, should we keep it the same as before and cut it shorter?"
"Sister Su, please give me a short haircut."
"If it's short hair, how short?
Xu Wenqiang pointed at the poster of a girl with short hair on the wall and said, "It's this short."
"Anita Yuen, she looks really pretty with short hair." Sister Su leaned over to Xu Wenqiang's side, looking at her closely. "Let me see if my skills can make you look even prettier."
While having breakfast in the morning, Xiao Shilei asked Xiao Cheng if he wanted him to be taken to Xing Jiaqi's birthday party.
Xiao Cheng said he planned to go there by motorcycle.
His mother Cui Ying kept nagging, saying why ride a motorcycle, it’s so comfortable to ride in a car.
Xiao Cheng said that the weather now is neither hot nor cold, and the wind feels comfortable on the body, which is the best time to ride a motorcycle.
His father looked longing when he heard this. If his beloved girl was sitting in the back, that would be...
Cui Ying glared at him and said, "You are disrespectful to your elders. Just eat your meal."
Xiao Shilei and Xiao Cheng looked at each other, and a tacit understanding was formed between father and son.
Xiao Cheng arrived at the entrance of the farmers' market before nine o'clock.
Because it was the weekend, there were more people coming to the farmers' market than usual. He parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and squinted in the autumn sun, observing the people coming and going.
He and Xu Wenqiang agreed to meet here at nine o'clock, and then go to Xing Jiaqi's house together, and buy a gift for Xing Jiaqi on the way.
The reason he wanted to go with Xu Wenqiang was because Xing Jiaqi's birthday party was being held at her family's villa on the outskirts of the city. It was remote and far away, with no direct bus service, so Xu Wenqiang had to either ride a bicycle or take a taxi. If Xu Wenqiang had to choose, Xiao Cheng guessed she would most likely ride her bicycle, as taking a taxi for the distance was prohibitively expensive.
Looking at the time on the watch, it will be nine o'clock in five or six minutes, and Xu Wenqiang should be here.
When she comes, should we ask her who she chose?
Yesterday on the rooftop, he asked her, "Xu Wenqiang, did you vote for me?"
When Xu Wenqiang heard the question, she looked guilty, "Xiao Cheng, this matter has passed, don't ask anymore."
"You promised me that day in the carport. Did you change your mind and choose Su Xiaoshan?"
When he continued to ask, Xu Wenqiang said with a playful smile, "Xiao Cheng, Su Xiaoshan never asked me who I chose. You should learn from him."
Hearing her say this, he told her, "Xu Wenqiang, if I had grown up with you, I wouldn't ask you. After so many years of friendship, Su Xiaoshan has long been convinced that you would choose him. If he asks you, it will only hurt our feelings."
Xu Wenqiang then said, "Xiao Cheng, then don't ask anymore. It will hurt our feelings."
He was about to say something when the phone rang.
"Oh, let's go back to study." Xu Wenqiang took the opportunity to escape.
What he wanted to say was that he was willing to accept the loss after losing to the class monitor, but if she chose him, then he would be the uncrowned king.
Unfortunately, she escaped.
From a distance, Xu Wenqiang saw Xiao Cheng on the side of the road and waved at him.
Xiao Cheng glanced at her and then looked away.
Suddenly, Xiao Cheng looked back again. Is that Xu Wenqiang?
Xu Wenqiang called him, "Xiao Cheng."
Xiao Cheng watched Xu Wenqiang approaching slowly on her bicycle from a distance, then stopped in front of him. He smiled and asked him, "Have you been waiting long?"
The Xu Wenqiang in front of me has neat short hair, heroic eyes and a bright smile, and her fair skin glows like honey in the sun. She looks like an androgynous person.
"It wasn't long." Xiao Cheng came back to his senses and looked away.
But she also happened to be wearing a men's black shirt. But that shirt...
Xiao Cheng looked back. He once had a black shirt with a golden bird on the collar, but he had thrown it into the trash can at the farmers' market.
Now, the golden bird landed on Xu Wenqiang.
"Xu Wenqiang, your dress—"
"This dress, it's mine now."
Xu Wenqiang looked alert. She didn't expect that Xiao Cheng could recognize his clothes.
Xu Wenqiang's reaction made Xiao Cheng more certain that those were his clothes. He watched Xu Wenqiang wearing his old clothes close to her body, which was full of irony and vague ambiguity, and finally turned into torture.
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