As if out of curiosity, the 19-year-old girl lay on Wang Jianan's chest again. As if out of curiosity, even though the music was so loud, she could still hear the chest beating violently next to her ear.
The two of them were very close to each other while singing, almost hugging each other.
After the song ended, "Small Town Story" filled the dance floor. It was a gentle tune, and the lyrics included a line about looking like a painting, but Wang Jianan couldn't bear to watch it, feeling awkward for the two older men on stage. Where was that hand reaching for? He glanced down at his arms again, blushing for some reason, and pushed away, sitting up.
Wang Jianan picked up a piece of watermelon and chewed it. After taking a bite, he remembered something and handed it to the girl next to him: "Eat it." He spat two watermelon seeds on the table and asked: "What's it called?"
Li Dajun, who was sitting two seats away from Wang Jianan, raised his glass, and Wang Jianan was about to drink.
"My name is Xiaoqing."
"Puff." Half of the wine in Wang Jianan's mouth spilled out and he started coughing uncontrollably.
Li Dajun frowned slightly and looked at the girl: "Change your name!"
I already knew Director Wang was clearly unhappy with his family life. Just look at that hurt face, and that's why he came out so unexpectedly. Calling him Xiaoqing? Like Mr. Chu's nickname. Is that relaxing? That's a tight circle.
Xiaoqing tugged at Wang Jianan's sleeve: "What's my name then? I've been calling it that since I was a kid. Can you give me one?"
Wang Jianan asked in a soft Wu dialect, puzzled, "Calling for a small child? You don't have a stage name for this? Are you really from a dance academy?"
Xiaoqing began to tell Wang Jianan about her sad journey while taking a sip of wine with him.
Wang Jianan listened disjointedly at first, with Chu Yiqing's shouting running through his mind: Wang Haiyang and I talked about work, life, family, and even you, but we never talked about feelings!
He suddenly looked at Xiaoqing seriously as if rebelling, and shouted in his heart: I don’t want to talk about those things, let’s talk about feelings directly.
Listen very carefully.
It wasn't easy for Xiaoqing to get into university and head north. Her family pooled their money to pay for her travel expenses. The school meal tickets weren't enough, and they wore out her dancing shoes. Just a year into her first year, her grandfather back home developed uremia, her younger brother, a better student, was facing the prospect of dropping out. Her father collapsed in a fit of rage, and she had to earn money to buy medicine for her grandfather and send it home to support her younger brother's education.
If Bi Yue were here at this moment, she didn't know how she would feel. Perhaps Tolstoy's words should be changed, "unfortunate families have the same misfortunes..."
It doesn’t matter what Bi Yue thinks. What matters is that Wang Jianan at the scene listened to it to heart. As the saying goes, women will be confused even if they are deceived.
After Li Dajun came back from dancing with the girl, he stood by the table with his hands on his hips and shook his neck, feeling helpless.
The two of them sat in a dark corner. The younger sister was crying bitterly, while Brother Wang patted her shoulder with one hand and searched his pockets with the other. Who was trying to cheer up the other?
Wang Jianan stuffed all the 185 yuan in his trouser pocket into Xiaoqing and advised:
"The world has changed. Go to the countryside and buy a basket of eggs, go to the market and make some noodles, and sell them in your dorm to the hungry people in the middle of the night. You can make a lot of money. Take it. Let's not talk about this anymore. The more people you know here, the narrower your future will be after you graduate. Trust me."
Xiaoqing looked at the money in her hand, then suddenly looked up and looked at Wang Jianan through tearful eyes.
Wang Jianan didn't care about Li Dajun's expression as he smiled and nodded at him.
It's a two-on-two situation. He's top-heavy, he's going to fail!
Wang Jianan trotted all the way.
In the toilet, Wang Jianan was in a hurry to pee and vomit, and he didn't lock the door. He had just finished doing it from below, and without even pulling up his pants, he leaned against the wall and continued to do it from above.
As a result, just as he was vomiting and spinning around, a small hand attacked him from below...
There was a crackling sound in the toilet. Wang Jianan fell to the ground, covering his little brother, and his voice changed: "Get out!"
"You are a good person, I can't take your money for nothing!"
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