corruption?
Wen Xin smiled and said nothing else, but she thought in her heart how could this be such a coincidence. She remembered one time, Yang Fei said that she was the daughter of a capitalist, and she casually retorted to her: You toothless girl, I said you were the daughter of an embezzler.
That's what she said at the time.
Yang Fei's family is well-off. She is a local. Her father is a department-level cadre with a monthly salary of over 100 yuan. Her mother is a high school teacher. Therefore, Yang Fei has lived a wealthy life since childhood. She dresses very fashionably and is beautiful. She changes her clothes every day like Wen Xin.
That's not a princess's existence at home.
But Wen Xin is also a little princess. She pampers herself like a little princess and never treats herself badly in terms of food and other things. Therefore, Yang Fei couldn't stand her, which might be the rejection among the same kind.
Yang Fei also likes to dress up, but her body proportions are not as good as Wen Xin's. She has a flat chest and hips, and her skin is not as fair as Wen Xin. When Wen Xin wears the same clothes, people can't take their eyes off her. She looks lively and beautiful no matter how you look at her, but when she wears them, she looks ordinary.
So, the king did not meet the king, so she was dissatisfied with Wen Xin in various ways. She felt that Wen Xin's family background was ordinary and relying on a man was nothing great, and she looked down on her.
But she felt unhappy when she saw everyone in the dormitory surrounding Wen Xin, especially the one on the lower bunk, who had to fetch water and wash the sheets. Wasn't it just giving her two pieces of clothing and food? She looked down on it.
I don't know when I started to regard Wen Xin as my rival, and I compared her with her in everything. The more I compared, the more unbalanced I became. I couldn't help but say that Wen Xin acted like the daughter of a capitalist, and Wen Xin immediately sneered.
Intuitively, why isn’t Yang Fei the same? The daughter of a section-level cadre wore a watch that cost more than 800 yuan. Her mother was also dressed well the day she came, and she also had a watch that cost several hundred yuan on her wrist. Who is more frugal? Are you the daughter of a capitalist? Then isn’t she the daughter of an embezzler?
Didn’t expect that what I said would come true? Did her father really embezzle money?
The topic was not continued. To Wen Xin, she didn't care about Yang Fei at all and didn't take her seriously at all.
Afterwards, Yang Fei's family underwent earth-shaking changes: her parents divorced, her mother remarried, and her life became difficult. She no longer had the spirit of the high-spirited little princess before, and could only live in the dormitory with her tail between her legs.
Once, she returned to the dormitory and heard Ning Xue telling the people in the dormitory how miserable her family's situation was. She was standing in front of the door, her heart filled with anger and shame. She thought no one knew about her family's affairs, but she didn't expect that everyone in the dormitory knew about it. She wanted to rush in and question her, but Ning Xue's next words made her unable to move.
Ning Xue mentioned her name with a very contemptuous tone, "…Why is she showing off? Her father is an embezzler, and the news hasn't spread around the school yet, so she'd better behave herself. If she dares to give us a hard time again, I can make her get kicked out of the university without anyone else. Who does she think she is? She looks down on this and that. If we don't teach her a lesson, she won't know which way her door opens to."
Yang Fei fell from heaven to hell, and she was timid. The people in the dormitory whom she usually looked down upon and were hostile to now became people she could not afford to offend. If the affairs at home became known, she would have to drop out of school in order to finish college. From then on, she was like a non-existent person in the dormitory, enduring in silence until she had no sense of existence. After graduation, no one knew where she was assigned, and all the people who knew her never saw her again.
…
It's May soon and the weather is warm.
It is the weekend, and many students choose to read in the library, while some secretly start dating. Whether it is on-campus or off-campus social activities, there are often such activities on weekends. After all, college students are not young anymore in this era, and there are indeed many unmarried people. When they reach the marriageable age, they would like to find their own revolutionary friendship in school, and then naturally become revolutionary partners.
Someone wanted to ask Wen Xin to go because the dormitory next door had two weekends to attend a social gathering with a normal university, so they wanted Wen Xin to go over to warm up the atmosphere and make up the numbers. How could Wen Xin dare to go? If the devil knew about it, it would be a big deal and he would go crazy. Even she was scared to death.
Moreover, there is a high probability that he has spies in the school.
He knew everything she had done.
Moreover, Yama will be jealous and sulky.
There were many male students in Shanghai University, and quite a few of them were excellent. He was eight years older than Wen Xin. All the male students in the school were younger, more refined, more interesting, and had more common topics with Wen Xin, so he was very worried, but he didn't say it...
The last time was because a male classmate pursued Wen Xin relentlessly. He knew that she had a boyfriend and would be loyal to him until death. He also wrote love letters about revolutionary friendship and treated her to meals and outings. When he found out, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep at night. He lay on the pillow looking at the woman with a white jade bracelet in his arms, his eyes dark and inexplicable. Several times, Wen Xin woke up in the middle of sleep and saw him like this. She actually knew how worried he was.
So she would tell him: She doesn't like any of the boys in school, and no one can treat her better than him.
Until Yama was finally reassured and curled his lips to say, "That's good to know. Go to sleep." Then the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
So, how dare Wen Xin go to a social gathering with others to make up the numbers? If her demon king knew about this, he would probably be furious. After she refused, he went shopping with Ning Xue and Hu Aizhen.
After all, it’s summer now and the temperature is rising. It’s the time to wear skirts and short sleeves.
Three young and beautiful girls chattered as they went shopping for clothes. Unlike the past two years, there are more and more ready-made clothes in shopping malls, and there are more colors and styles to choose from. Many popular products and famous brands from the port have counters in Huzhou Shopping Mall. Women's clothing and style are becoming more and more bold, and there are many lesbians wearing skirts on the streets.
Retro-style skirts seem to be popular this year.
In fact, looking at the present from the perspective of future generations, many clothes are very rustic and ugly, but from the perspective of people of this era, they are indeed very fashionable, because there is no harm without comparison, and whether something is good or not is determined by comparison.
But there are some clothing styles that have endured and are still very beautiful, and they would not look ugly even when worn in later generations.
Three people were shopping in the largest shopping mall in Huzhou. Ning Xue tried on a skirt for thirty yuan, and she bought it with reluctance. Although she was not short of money, her pocket money was limited and she could not spend it carelessly.
Hu Aizhen definitely couldn't afford it, as the clothes here were too expensive. Her family only bought cloth clothes and had never bought ready-made clothes. Today she just came here to accompany Wen Xin and Ning Xue shopping.
Wen Xin never asks the price when she buys things in the mall, and she never bargains. Ning Xue almost calls her a nouveau riche. To be honest, she thinks the way Wen Xin buys clothes is really like that of a worldly, wealthy capitalist lady.
Hu Aizhen could only envy.
Wen Xin saw a plain retro skirt at a counter on the second floor. It was a plain white top with blue buttons and a slanted collar. It had a small curved stand-up collar with a blue border and embroidery on the edge. The short sleeves had a waistline. The overall style was a bit like that of the Republic of China, but the workmanship was more refined. The skirt was a dark-colored long skirt that was not bulky, with small pleats and a gauze lining. The hem of the skirt fluttered when she walked, and it looked very beautiful.
Because it is handmade clothing, the fabric is good and the workmanship is good. A set costs 180 yuan, and the edges and corners of the clothes are all hand-embroidered. It is a very expensive women's clothing in the mall.
When you put it on warmly, you will feel like a pure girl from the Republic of China suddenly walking out in the hot summer, with a charming and lingering bookish temperament and a kind of smart beauty.
Ning Xue and Hu Aizhen's eyes lit up. They circled around her and kept saying that it looked beautiful. Ning Xue wanted to buy it, but unfortunately there was only this set and she didn't have enough money.
"Wen Xin." Hu Aizhen looked around her, then reached out and touched her waist, "Isn't this dress a little tight for her?" Wen Xin had a very thin waist, so the dress shouldn't be so tight on her.
Ning Xue also took a look and found that her waist was indeed a little tight.
"I've gained weight. I could tell when I put on the clothes. I've been eating too much recently. I have to control my food intake. If I gain more weight, I won't be able to wear the clothes." Wen Xin was also very annoyed. She didn't know if it was because of the change of seasons. She felt that she had been particularly fond of eating recently. She used to control herself from eating snacks and usually made some for teeth grinding while drinking tea. She could eat a small piece for a long time and enjoy the deliciousness of the snacks bit by bit. But recently she couldn't control herself and finished a plate of snacks without realizing it.
When she went to a noodle shop, she used to be unable to finish a bowl of noodles, so she would take some out for Hu Aizhen. But now, a bowl of noodles is still not enough, and she especially likes to eat meat. She used to only eat two bites of meat...
She must have gained weight from eating meat recently.
"Don't lose weight anymore. I think you look good like this. You were too thin before, but you look better now." People of this era don't eat well, their complexions are sallow, and they are all skinny. That's why no one likes skinny people. They all like women who are a little plump, healthy, and rosy.
Hu Aizhen looked at Wen Xin's sincere persuasion. Before, Wen Xin's thin face was only a little big, and her waist was very thin when pinched. Now her face has a little flesh, which makes her look fuller and more lovely. The flesh on her arms is also comfortable to pinch, and it is white, round and crystal clear. Whether she wears sleeveless or short-sleeved, Ning Xue and Hu Aizhen are willing to pinch them, and they can't pinch them enough.
Not to mention Yan Motou, who would often hold Wen Xin's arm and bring it into his arms. When holding her arms with his fingers, he also liked to gently rub her arm flesh, and liked to slightly retract his fingers and sink into the tender flesh of her arm. That feeling was very wonderful.
"Wen Xin, your breasts seem to have grown a little bigger." Ning Xue observed and whispered to Wen Xin.
Wen Xin was quite concerned about this. A bigger size was better, because clothes would look better with a thin waist and big breasts. However, this would only be beautiful if the whole body was thin, with a thin waist and big breasts. If the whole body was fat with big breasts, it would not look good. So she was very concerned about her waist and bust circumference. She kept changing them, but now both places were fat. She began to fall into deep thought, thinking that she must have eaten too much recently. Even her flat belly had a little fat on it. She really couldn't eat any more. She had to lose this little fat.
After buying clothes, Wen Xin invited two people to a restaurant and ordered four dishes and a soup, all of which were home-cooked meals. The three of them had a delicious meal. Wen Xin was careful this time. She was still concerned about her thick waist and was determined not to gain any weight, so she ate very little during this meal, although she was not satisfied.
But not long after the meal, she felt hungry and could not stand it any longer. Finally, she had no choice but to run to the snack section of the store, where she bought several kinds of snacks. She wolfed down several pieces before she was finally satisfied.
After eating, she regretted it and cried so hard that she almost wanted to dig her throat to vomit out the food.
…
Yama's troops have been under very tight training missions recently and only come back once every two weeks.
She was used to it before, but recently Wen Xin didn't know what was wrong with her, she was particularly sentimental. When she saw him in military uniform standing at the door, she ran over, threw herself into his arms and burst into tears, unable to control her emotions.
This made Yama very anxious. He held her in his arms and asked her what was wrong. Finally, he went into the house, held her on his lap, comforted her for a long time, and asked her if anyone had bullied her. When he stopped crying, Wen Xin was confused when she asked him again. She didn't know why he was crying, but she saw that he couldn't help crying and couldn't control himself.
Yama looked at her for a long time and felt that she was becoming more and more stupid. She was so stupid that he really couldn't do anything about her.
At night, when the two of them were whispering in each other's ears, Wen Xin kept whining and complaining that she was uncomfortable, so Yan Mo Tou had to pull out halfway with a "pop". He was such a grown-up, but he lay on the bed to help her see what was wrong and why she was uncomfortable. In the end, he couldn't figure out anything. He could only hold her in his arms with unsatisfied desire, and watched the person in his arms cry and fall asleep in his arms. When she fell asleep, her red lips were slightly parted, and she slept like a little angel. Yan Mo Tou sighed. He was still very confused and there was nothing he could do about her.
The training mission was completed and it was the weekend, so Yan Motou stayed at home for two rare days. During lunch, Wen Xin suddenly said she wanted to eat roast duck.
Yama bought her one. She took two bites and suddenly burst into tears.
You said this is not tasty and you want to eat duck from Kyoto.
Yama picked up the duck meat and took two bites: “…” What’s the difference?
Because she didn't get to eat Kyoto's roast duck, Wen Xin sat there crying for half an hour.
It would be easy if they were in Kyoto. He would take her there to eat anyway and eat as much as she wanted. Even if she ate ten, it would be fine. The key point was that it was too far away.
But seeing that Wen Xin couldn't eat anything and just wanted to eat roast duck, she was crying with tears dropping down her cheeks.
Yama sat opposite her and watched her cry calmly. In the end, he said nothing, stood up, took his things and clothes, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat." He just wanted to torture him.
Along the way, Yan Motou pulled the crying Wen Xin and took her onto the plane.
This time we were not on a military plane, but a civil aircraft. There was no boarding bridge or jet bridge yet, so a shuttle bus took the passengers all the way to the front of the flight's gangway.
Wen Xin followed behind Yan Mo Tou, looking around curiously. There was no security check, nor any security equipment. There was only a counter for processing security procedures.
Yama bought a first-class ticket.
The first-class fare was 76 yuan per person. What does 76 yuan mean? It was equivalent to two months' salary for a grassroots worker. No wonder many passengers at that time were leaders and ordinary people could not afford it.
When Wenchun entered, the cabin was very stuffy, which is definitely not a good experience in summer.
At this time, the stewardess' smile was particularly sincere and sweet. There was free green tea, candy and coffee on the plane. The candy was placed on a tray on a cart. Yan Motou was sitting in the first class cabin, sitting upright. He glanced at Wen Xin and saw that she was crying hard and had no energy. He asked her in a low voice, "Would you like some candy?"
Wen Xin nodded listlessly.
Yan Motou turned around and took two from a passing cart. At this time, all passengers were free to take as many as they wanted. Those who were aware of their status usually took three or four, while some who were greedy would grab a handful. The flight attendant just smiled.
He helped her peel the candy wrapper and put it in her hand when no one was paying attention. Wen Xin held it in her hand for a long time.
"Eat." Yama had been paying attention to her. The two of them must not be too intimate outside. He could feed her at home, but not outside.
Wen Xin held a candy in her hand and looked back at him with tears in her eyes: "I want to eat roast duck."
Yan Motou saw the little face as big as a palm, with a wronged look on her face. She just wanted to eat. Although he didn't know why she was crying for roast duck and had to go to Kyoto, he didn't say anything else. He just said, "Okay, I'll go back to Kyoto soon and take you to eat."
When she heard it, she put the candy in her mouth, sat next to him, and sipped and sucked the candy with her little red lips, just like a child.
Yama sighed inwardly, he really couldn't do anything about her.
At this time, cigarettes would be distributed in the first class cabin, a pack of ten "White Haired Girl". Wen Xin took it, opened the box and smelled it. She actually liked the smell of tobacco, which she had never liked before. It was so strange. She also thought this smell was very fragrant, so she kept sniffing it. Seeing this, Yama Head reached out with a serious expression, took the cigarette and put it in his pocket.
Wen Xin looked at it eagerly, "Let me smell it again..."
Yan Motou glared at her and scolded her in a low voice: "What are you smelling? You even want to smoke a cigarette, do you want a spanking?"
…
Two hours later, the plane landed at the airport.
Not long after, in a roast duck restaurant in Kyoto, Yan Zeyang sat at a small round table, leaning against the backrest, just watching Wen Xin sliced duck meat, mixed it with sweet bean sauce and shredded green onions, rolled it in a thin pancake, and put it in his mouth to eat with satisfaction, his little mouth bulging with food, as if he would never get tired of eating it.
He took a bite. The duck meat was neither fat nor lean, and had a unique flavor that was really irresistible. It was delicious, but could it make people cry with greed? cannot.
There was also cabbage soup on the table, which was just right for helping her relieve the greasiness. Wen Xin drank it while she ate. After a long time, she was finally satisfied and her little face was filled with happiness.
Yan Zeyang just watched her like this, staring at her until she finished eating, "It's time to eat."
Wen Xin also knew that it was not good for her to torment him like this. He finally had two days off, but because she wanted to eat duck meat, he hurriedly took her on a plane back to Kyoto. He had to fly back tomorrow. The plane ticket was much more expensive than the duck meat...
But at that time she couldn't control herself. She wanted to eat it like a possessed person and cried because of her greed.
"I don't know what happened to me. I suddenly felt so greedy. I won't do that again next time." Thinking about it now, Wen Xin felt that she had gone too far and lowered her head in embarrassment.
Yama looked at her for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Have you had your period?"
When he said that, Wen Xin was stunned. Because she had never had sex before and was an unmarried girl, her period sometimes came earlier, sometimes later, and she didn't pay much attention to it. It just came when it came, and she didn't calculate the day too much. As a result, she developed a lazy personality and didn't pay much attention to this.
At this time, Yama suddenly asked, and she was immediately shocked, it seemed that her period really did not come this month.
Looking at Wen Xin’s stunned expression.
Yan Motou immediately stood up and said, "Pay the bill, I'll take you somewhere."
"No, no, no, I don't want to go to the hospital. My period will come in the next two days, no need to see a doctor." Wen Xin reacted at this time. Her first thought was that it was impossible. She couldn't be pregnant. She drank that highly concentrated "contraceptive pill" every day. The chance of pregnancy was very low. Her period must have been delayed for half a month and would come soon.
"If you don't want to go to the hospital, I'll find someone to see you." Yan Zeyang helped her pick up her bag, put his hand on her back, and took her out.
"I don't want to." Wen Xin grabbed the door frame and didn't want to go.
She was in a mess. She was absolutely sure that she was not pregnant, but then she thought about how she had loved sleeping and eaten a lot in the past month and had trouble controlling her emotions. She even felt that there was something weird about herself. Her usually slim waist had become a little thicker and she had gained two pounds.
Something was indeed wrong, but she never thought about pregnancy.
How could the medicine be ineffective? The system has extracted almost 100% of it, so the effect should be very good.
But then she thought about the two days before school started. The two of them didn't go out for three days. They played around at home with Yan Motou. The two of them hugged each other while watching TV. From time to time, Yan Motou wanted her. She couldn't remember clearly. During those days, the two of them were very affectionate and lingering for a long time. They played as they pleased and sometimes slept until noon. She couldn't remember clearly. Did she drink less once in three days? Did she only drink twice in three days?
It should...it shouldn't be like that. Even if she drank less for one day during those few days, just that one day, she wouldn't have gotten pregnant, right? She knew that Yama was in good health and had plenty of energy, but it was unlikely that he would hit the target with one shot. She felt confused. If Yama hadn't held her hand on the road, she would have gotten lost. She was not focused on walking or running, and her legs were weak.
…
Yan Mo Tou led her all the way to the alley, which was a private courtyard. He knocked on the door, and it soon opened. A man in his fifties walked out, "Xiao Yan? When are you back?"
"Just got back, Grandpa Lang." Yan Zeyang brought Wen Xin over from behind, "I can't take her to the hospital, so I have to come to your house shamelessly. Please take her pulse."
The other party glanced at Wen Xin, then looked at Yan Zeyang, and seemed to understand something, "Come in quickly."
Wen Xin was pulled inside by Yama, and inside was just an ordinary yard, which was very clean.
The man, who looked to be in his fifties, asked Wen Xin to sit on a chair under the eaves, went into the house and got something out.
It was just a very old small pillow, placed on the small table, for Wen Xin to put her hand on.
He first looked at Wen Xin's face, then lightly placed his fingers on her wrist. Wen Xin looked at Yan Zeyang standing next to her. His cheeks were tense and his eyes were fixed on the person taking her pulse. She also looked at the person taking her pulse and suddenly felt confused and a little absent-minded.
The pulse was taken for a very long time, and after a long while, he switched between the left and right hands and let go. Then he said, "Congratulations, this girl is pregnant, and it has been a month."
"Xi, Xi's pulse?" Wen Xin's body stiffened and she stared at the person taking her pulse with wide eyes.
She, she just forgot to drink it once, how come...
Thinking of something, she looked up at Yan Motou who was standing next to her, but she saw that after he heard it, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
So many bullets, finally hit...
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