The drizzle lasts for a long time, and God is still painting a picture.
Ye Zhenzhen held a small transparent umbrella and walked in the dark gray dusk.
The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella never stops. She was very careful all the way and soon arrived downstairs of the company.
She dodged the moving vehicles, did not avoid the empty floor tiles, stepped on the depth charge, and the water splashed into her shoes.
With my shoes filled with water, I endured the discomfort and climbed up to the third floor in one breath. After punching in, I went straight to the lounge. I planned to pick up the shoes left in the lounge, go to the bathroom to wash my feet and put them on again.
"Do you know? Last night, Ye Zhenzhen was carried out of the company by a customer."
"This is second-hand news!"
"It's difficult Is there anything else we don’t know?”
“The customer gave her a tip of 10,000 yuan!”
“What!” > Ye Zhenzhen's raised leg was instantly frozen, like a crane. She subconsciously clenched the handle of the umbrella, and the remaining raindrops on the umbrella fell to the ground drop by drop.
Ten thousand? She stood stupidly at the door of the lounge, listening to a bunch of girls gossiping about themselves, and was caught in a dilemma.
Everyone could hear exclamations of surprise, and the waves of sound came towards Ye Zhenzhen layer by layer.
"Hey! Tell me, did they... have a night together last night?"
"Ye Zhen Zhen looks so innocent, she shouldn't do such a thing!" < /p>
"Only women who look innocent can flirt with men. Maybe they are more promiscuous than anyone else in private!"
"That's right! That customer has been here for five days in a row, don't it happen? What, who would be willing to give away ten thousand yuan!"
The voices of the chatter, the pointed ridicule, the malicious speculations about others, the voices of those women seemed to be like He wanted to knock Ye Zhenzhen away.
She wanted to rush in and explain to those hundreds of people that this was not the case, I didn’t, you misunderstood. But do these people really care about the truth? If you quarrel with someone, why don't you pull each other's hair and start a fight? She has a clumsy tongue and doesn't know how to quarrel and has no ability to restrain a chicken.
It is normal for this group of people to say this to her. There are almost no girls in this place who are not greedy for money. They are greedy, lazy, comparison-oriented, and have a strong sense of vanity. An iron rooster can even shed two hairs from its body. Their education is generally low, they have no skills and no background, so they can only seize the opportunity to realize their youth while they are young.
Some people book a room for two to three thousand yuan; some want to hang it on the guests to get a few extra tips; some are jealous and fight over the guests; some are looking for long-term meal tickets to maintain lavish consumption and give birth to children for old men. Bet on your life...
The guests who come here are either for business banquets, or to relax and unwind; more often than not, they are hunting for sex stamps, showing off to their friends and friends to get a certain woman, and showing off by sleeping with a beautiful woman. strength.
They like to parade around the city with beautiful women, such asThe thick gold necklace hanging on the chest; another example is the BMW car key that can only be hung on the waistband and must be shown at all times; amidst the admiration and admiration of everyone, I secretly rejoice in the appearance of pretending to be calm...
Although Ye Zhenzhen was new here, she had heard about the transactions that were done without evading people. She came here just to make a living. She didn't want to start a dispute with anyone, and she didn't want to tell this group of people that there were four seasons in a year.
Besides, there was no need for her to explain to this group of people, let alone go to all the trouble to prove her innocence.
She silently walked into the lounge, and under the gaze of the group of delicate faces piled with makeup, she picked up her spare shoes and left the smoky lounge, walking mechanically to the bathroom.
The water kept flowing, cooling the feet. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushed. Gossip can cut someone like a knife, and the truth is far less exciting than gossip.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Baijing appeared in the KtV lobby without any suspense. This was the sixth day they met.
Everyone was looking at Ye Zhenzhen with doubts, prying eyes, gossips, and amusement, and with bursts of excitement. Every step Ye Zhenzhen takes is like walking barefoot in the Taklimakan Desert in midsummer.
In the private room, Ye Zhenzhen squatted down and, as usual, was carefully mixing wine, pouring wine, serving tea and water, and cleaning.
Wen Baijing lay on the sofa and fell asleep with a tired look on his face, his eyes were slightly black.
She was about to get up when Wen Baijing slowly opened his eyes, "Ye Zhenzhen, are you feeling better?"
As for Wen Baijing saving her from danger last night, she I am also very grateful. She smiled brightly and said, "I'm much better. Thank you for yesterday."
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Wen Baijing stared at her in fascination and joked:
"So, how can you thank me?"
Her expression suddenly changed, and she felt sad. Be alert, how to answer this question? Could it be that it was just like those people said... Ye Zhenzhen suddenly became like a clay sculpture.
Seeing her expression flicker, Wen Baijing smiled softly, "What are you thinking about? Please treat me to a movie as a thank you!"
Ye Zhenzhen replied God, realizing that he was a bit of a villain, blushed and lowered his head and smiled, "Okay!"
She picked up the empty glass and was about to toast Wen Baijing. Wen Baijing reached out and pressed the wine bottle, "You are not well yet, so don't drink. Why are you trying to show off? You don't have to be so polite and reserved in front of me."
Looking down at Wen Baijing's slender fingers, she smiled knowingly, "Okay. I won't drink."
She didn't dare to continue to show off, and her body had not recovered yet. She had been caught in the rain after a busy day, and her body was still weak at the moment.
Walking to the computer desk, she carefully wrote a work report, including box number, service staff number, guest information, work summary, etc.
Wen Baijing turned his face sideways and stared at her not far away, "What are you going to tell me today?"story? Have you thought about it? "
She really didn't have the energy to squat down and tell stories, and she didn't dare to sit on the sofa. Ye Zhenzhen could only move a small stool and sit on the armrest of the sofa again.
There were stars in her eyes. , with an intoxicating smile on his face and a slow voice: "I was born in the desolate northwest. Since I was a child, I have longed for the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, longing for small bridges, flowing water, and elegant ancient towns. I wanted to see the sunrise with flowers on the river, green lotuses touching the sky, and black-topped boats swinging on the green waves, so I came here. "
The light and dark lights overlapped on her face, and her eyes were like two warm lamps in the darkness of the night. The gentle female voice in the stereo was singing softly, singing about the dreamy water town in the spring dusk. < /p>
Wen Baijing looked at her and listened to her talk about her little wish. The girl who was chasing dreams was shining at this moment. People born in this land may be yearning for the lonely smoke and vast foreign land.
Wen Baijing was fascinated by her eyes, a faint smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and asked gently: "Then will you stay in Yuncheng? "
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes suddenly dimmed with dust, the world also became dark, and the music was a little noisy.
She was stunned for a few seconds, looking directly at Wen Bai in the deep scene. In his eyes, "Some people like Beijing, but in the end they can't stay there, but if they have been there, they still have it." "
Wen Baijing stared at her and didn't know what to say. His fingers were a little stiff and his eyelashes were lowered. "But leaving Beijing and searching for the dream in the memory every day, how lost would it be? ”
Ancient songs were sung in my ears, singing about light lovesickness, deep farewell, and why I couldn’t be your bride...
Ye Zhenzhen smiled lightly and her tone was smooth. Lan said in an unhurried tone: "Many things have no solution, there is nothing you can do, you can't get what you ask for, and things don't come true... When all these things are stacked together, the pain is evenly shared, the sadness is dispersed, and the disappointment is diluted. After getting used to it, you become numb." You won't hold on to something anymore. "
Wen Baijing stared at her for a long time. He did not expect that these words could come out of her mouth and she said them so calmly.
He was ready to listen. Prepare, after a few seconds of silence, "Do you have many sad and unhappy things? Tell me? "
Ye Zhenzhen's expression froze a little, her smile slowly condensed, she just shook her head and said nothing.
When Wen Baijing paid the bill and left, he asked with concern: "Do you need it? I need to take you home. It’s raining all the time so it’s hard to take a taxi. "
Ye Zhenzhen responded with a polite smile and shook her head in refusal.
Wen Baijing stood up from the sofa, walked slowly in front of her, and said warmly: "Why do you want to Are you trying to refuse me? "
Ye Zhenzhen took two steps back calmly, with a smile still on her lips, but her voice was like the raindrops on a spring night in the south of the Yangtze River, cold and cold, "The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is long, who can keep it up all the time? Who should I stay with? "
Wen Baijing lowered his eyes and looked at her, and asked somewhat meaningfully: "How do you know that I won't always be by your side? ”
Just treat it as a whimShe was joking casually, but she didn't take it seriously. The ripples in my heart are like the wind on a spring night, slightly rippling.
After a long while, she slowly said: "Thank you very much. You have done enough for me. I don't want to owe you too much."
Accepting others' opinions Good intentions are a heavy burden for her.
He smiled narrowly, and the helplessness in his voice overflowed, "When you really fall in love with the misty rain in Jiangnan, you will not leave Jiangnan."