The two looked at each other. Xiang Nanzhi felt a little embarrassed and quickly threw down the broom and shovel, let her hair down, and wanted to find a mirror to see what she looked like, but then she found that the mirror was already inside.
She couldn't just go in like that; she was a little embarrassed by her own awkward appearance. "Why are you here?"
The man was surprised to see her still there so late; the cigarette in his hand flickered in the wind. "I..."
"You've come to pick me up?"
Shen Shixun's Adam's apple bobbed. "I guess so."
Hmph, what a jerk! He came to pick her up but he's too embarrassed to admit it.
"Shen Shixun, come in and sit down."
Xiang Nanzhi took a bottle of mineral water from the corner and handed it to him. The lights in the room were on very brightly, and Shen Shixun could see the jewelry hanging on them.
Xiang Nan wondered how those delicate hands could make things so exquisitely. Metal was metal, and jade was jade, yet they were perfectly inlaid together without any sense of disharmony.
Men drink water quickly, finishing a bottle of mineral water in one go. With just a little bit left, they play with it in their hands, then take another sip and drink it all up. Their dry, rough hands easily crush the bottle.
"Shen Shixun, do you like them? Which one do you like? I can give it to you."
"You did all of this?"
"Yes, I did it all."
Xiang Nanzhi was quite proud. With her back to him, she looked at herself in the mirror and carefully tidied her hair.
But just fixing your hair isn't enough; your makeup won't look good after a whole day.
"dislike."
The man resolutely refused.
He'd never given her anything, so how could he possibly accept her things?
The stones that Uncle Zhou took abroad were very valuable; a single stone could sell for a much higher price than in China. And those were just raw stones; Xiang Nanzhi's were finished products.
Once you sit inside, the jewels are a feast for the eyes.
Xiang Nan loves cleanliness. She would take out the jewelry she made, look at it briefly, and then put it in a dust bag after the novelty wore off, never to see the light of day again. Now, these things finally have their own home.
She put her hands on her hips and said, "That's true, I only make women's styles, not men's styles."
The men's size was too big, and there was no man around for her to take her measurements.
Over the years, she has only made three jade bracelets, one black jade and one white jade. She estimated the approximate number of beads after polishing them, and she was extremely busy.
They were all originally intended for Shen Shixun, but one was taken by the eldest brother, one was given to the second brother, and the other was suspected of being a birthday gift for Xiang Zhengyi. The whole thing was lost.
"Shen Shixun, what gift do you want? I'll give it to you."
"I want children."
Ma Xiaorong overheard this conversation as she came out of the restroom, and was so frightened that she didn't dare to leave, fearing that she would run into the two doing something inappropriate. Wouldn't she just be a third wheel and ruin the atmosphere?
I stayed in the restroom a little longer, and got all sweaty from the heat.
It was hot in Nanzhi, and she let her hair down to look pretty, but because it was long, it covered her neck and back with sweat.
"Xiaorong, haven't you come out yet?"
She was in a hurry to get into the car and enjoy the air conditioning.
"Oh, they're here..."
Ma Xiaorong looked like she had just taken a shower in the bathroom; the sweat on her neck was glistening. Xiang Nanzhi frowned and asked, "What were you doing in the bathroom?"
Ma Xiaorong smiled without saying a word. What could she possibly do in the toilet? She was more afraid of what they might be doing outside, so she didn't dare to come out.
Xiang Nanzhi fanned herself, and Shen Shixun picked up a magazine from the table to fan her. He noticed that the stray hairs on her forehead were wet. "So much sweat?"
"Miss, let me tie your hair up for you."
"No, that won't do," Xiang Nanzhi shook her head. Ma Xiaorong thought she was afraid of troubling her. "It's okay, it'll feel better if it's tied up."
It's a little better, but it still looks bad. "Don't move, just leave it like this."
Xiang Nanzhi was so ashamed of her own stupidity. She had thought of everything, but why hadn't she thought of moving an air conditioner first? On such a hot day, the only thing in the shop was a broken fan left by the previous tenant.
The broken fan kept spinning and shaking, and couldn't be stopped no matter what I did.
If you want to feel cooler, you have to run in the direction the fan is spinning.
"Let's go home."
As Xiang Nanzhi spoke, she pulled a bottle of perfume from her pocket. "It has to be beautiful and fragrant too!" she said. Just as she opened the cap and was about to spray it into the air, the man grabbed her wrist.
In that instant, the dead memories suddenly revived, and Xiang Nanzhi was afraid that he would throw her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing? Let go..."
"The perfume is poisonous."
I should have sold this perfume first. It's a limited edition, probably worth a house.
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Xiang Nanzhi asked Ma Xiaorong to drive back, and she sat next to Shen Shixun.
He bought a second-hand car, just a means of transportation, not a luxury car. It looks very ordinary, but the interior is well-maintained.
He is not particular, but that doesn't mean he is unclean.
The place he lived in and the things he used were all clean, which refreshed Xiang Nanzhi's previous understanding of the Gong people.
To outsiders, the Gong people are described as having dark, rough skin, long beards, and not liking to bathe.
Shen Shixun is a member of the Gong ethnic group, and his lifestyle reflects some of the regional characteristics of the Gong people. However, his name is different from other Gong people; his surname is Shen.
Moreover, he loves taking baths. Even when living among the Gong people, he would pour a bucket of water over himself every day, never finding it troublesome.
He had no interest whatsoever in the dog-beating ceremony performed by adult women of the Gong ethnic group, a feast that could drive men wild.
He grew up in the heart of the plateau, yet he stands out from other Gong people at first glance.
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