Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 31 Pigeons are really edible, but they can't get enough.

The roasted sweet potatoes were still sweet, but Gongsun Jin stopped after just one bite.

"Good time, good time duck!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu ate very fast, wiped out half of the roasted sweet potato in a short while, and then stared at the remaining half of the sweet potato in Gongsun Jin's hand without blinking.

Gongsun Jin handed over the remaining sweet potatoes.

"Hee hee, thank you brother!"

The little girl's mouth seemed to be blackened, as black as the bottom of a pot.

Gongsun Jin is not a person who likes shopping very much. First, because the wallet restricts the desire to spend, and second, because shopping is very tiring.

Especially when shopping with women.

"Xiao Jin, come here."

Holding a belt, Shi Qing waved at Gongsun Jin.

Gongsun Jin walked over and looked at the price on the back of the label, almost thinking that there were two extra zeros on the back.

He doesn't go to luxury stores very much, because there are traps of consumerism everywhere, and there is also the smell of bourgeois corruption.

Can the value of a piece of clothing really match such a high price?
Maybe yes, but the consumer groups it faces are not proletarians like Gongsun Jin.

"Isn't this too expensive? A belt costs more than 5000?"

Gongsun Jin said in a low voice.

The waiter in the luxury store looked at everyone's clothes and couldn't help but say, "This belt is relatively cheap, and the consumption in our store is generally high."

"If even that is unacceptable, then you may have come to the wrong place."

There is a very strange phenomenon, the counter sisters who work in high-end hotels and luxury stores like to look at people with their nostrils.

They are used to seeing rich people and all kinds of expensive luxury goods.

Then they subconsciously ignored that their monthly salary was only a few thousand yuan.

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaomeng looked sideways and asked, "Is 5000 yuan too little? Can you earn [-] yuan if you stand here for a month?"

The teller was stunned for a moment, then blushed with anger and was speechless.

Without further ado, Shi Qing put down her belt and took the children out the door.

"Go to another store."

"What the hell."

After visiting several stores back and forth, Gongsun Jin felt that the difference was not bad.

Those who enthusiastically introduce the styles of clothes are usually new employees who have just joined the company.

Although he speaks politely, he is also somewhat reserved, not as natural as those old fritters.

Those who catch fish in the store are generally those who have more "sight".

Seeing Shi Qing pick out a few more clothes for Gongsun Jin to try on, the laziness and boredom in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

These people have come into contact with a lot of rich people, and they can tell who are here to consume and who are just watching but not buying just by looking at their clothes.

They are very good at watching people order dishes, and when they meet customers with real spending power, the custodians will show [-]% enthusiasm.

There are many people trying on clothes and taking pictures in the store, most of them are young and beautiful urban women.

He wears cheap lipstick and make-up, and smells of bad perfume.

It looks shiny on the outside, but the stockings in the boots are all rolled up.

I tried on some favorite clothes in front of the full-length mirror, turned on ten-level beauty, and took dozens of photos.

Choose the one you like the most, smooth the skin and slim the face.

Then add a copy copied from the Internet, such as "Throw away the garbage to free up your hands to pick up gifts", and send it to Xiaohongshu and WeChat Moments.

Changing clothes for a whole day but not buying them, saying that they don’t suit me after taking photos, and then leaving in a cool way, leaving a parched sales mentality.

They advertise themselves as independent women in the new era, who can live a wonderful life without relying on men.

I dislike the fact that a man's monthly salary of 100 yuan is too little, and think that a house of [-] million yuan is very cheap.

With a salary of 2800 yuan a month, drinking five or sixty-one cups of milk tea, going to an online celebrity restaurant to check in, taking pictures with other people in the celebrity group, and even matching stockings...

At the end of the month, I worry about the repayment balance on Huabei and Zaibai.

Seeing that the ATM machine ignored him, he complained that all good men are dead.

Gongsun Jin doesn't dislike them, because they still yearn for a better life, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Moreover, these people have made great contributions to enriching the diversity of human species.

"Xiao Jin, come and try on this dress."

Shi Qing walked over with a white woolen trench coat.

"I already have a lot of clothes, so forget it."

Shi Qing frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Your clothes are very old, I have to prepare more for you."

Hearing what she said, Gongsun Jin thought of her mother.

"Come here and try it."

Gongsun Jin stood in front of the full-length mirror very neatly. Shi Qing put the clothes on him, closed the buttons, took two steps back, and nodded while watching.

"Mengmeng, what do you think of this dress?"

"It's very nice, better than the previous ones. It fits his figure and temperament very well."

Zhuang Xiaomeng nodded repeatedly, and even took out his phone to take a photo.

"Okay, wrap it up for me, let's go over there and have a look."

Shi Qing smiled gently and said to the teller.

The teller was taken aback for a moment, then immediately restrained his contempt, and put on a standard smile showing eight teeth.

The several groups of people I received before, let her talk gaudyly and glibly, but only try on them and not buy them.

It is not easy to meet a patron who comes to spend.

Seeing the face of the teller suddenly changed, Gongsun Jin suddenly thought of Mark Twain's novel "Millions of Pounds".

Gongsun Jin let Shi Qing hold her arm and walk in, like a thoughtless puppet.

Suits, winter down jackets, windbreakers, shirts...

She selected several clothes and shoes according to Gongsun Jin's figure.

"Xiaojin's figure is really good, she's tall and has a golden ratio."

"Come on, try this one again."

Gongsun Jin let her play with her, and felt that she had become those exquisite models standing in the window.

The eloquent salesperson praised repeatedly.

I don't know if it is really suitable for Gongsun Jin, or to complete the sales performance.

Or, maybe both.

"Xiao Jin, what color do you not like?"

"brown."

"Okay, these sets here, except for the brown clothes, wrap everything else up for me."

Gongsun Jin: ???
The other young women who were trying on clothes in the shop heard the words and looked over one after another, sizing Shi Qing and Gongsun Jin over and over again.

"Did that man take a shortcut and want to save 20 years of struggle?"

"Ah, I think so too."

"Make good money. We can also take care of such a man in the future."

"Don't think about it, maybe it's because the family is rich, and the mother takes the son out to buy clothes."

Gongsun Jin could feel that the eyes around him were a little subtle.

Throughout the morning, Shi Qing took Gongsun Jin and her two daughters for a long time, and entered many shops.

Gongsun Jin discovered that Shi Qing didn't even look at the price behind the label when buying clothes.

Her movement of swiping the card is very chic, beautiful and sassy, ​​she is the most attractive type of woman.

Gongsun Jin also couldn't help thinking, what is the reason for working so hard?
When going out, Gongsun Jin, Shi Qing, and Zhuang Xiaomeng were all carrying big bags and small bags, and the trunk of the car was so full that it was obviously not enough.

"The clothes and shoes are all bought. Next, let's go to your house and help you move."

Shi Qing's voice was full of enthusiasm, as if she would not feel tired after walking around for another day.

"Aunt Qing, don't buy me such an expensive thing."

"I think……"

As Gongsun Jin spoke, he hesitated to speak.

"Worried about not being able to afford it?"

Shi Qing said with a smile.

"Ah."

Gongsun Jin thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

"If you can't afford it, then sell yourself to our family."

Shi Qing half-jokingly said.

"Hehe, silly boy, Aunt Qing and your mother have a life-threatening friendship."

"I take care of you, as I should."

When mentioning Gongsun Jin's mother, Shi Qing's eyes became gentle, and her voice became very soft.

"Why, don't you believe me?"

"When you were born, your mother didn't have enough milk, so I fed you."

"At that time, you and Mengmeng were always competing for food."

Shi Qing narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Gongsun Jin glanced sideways at Zhuang Xiaomeng.

After Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at him, she quickly moved away, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Heck~ My brother grew up on his mother's milk!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu giggled.

Gongsun Jin was a little embarrassed for a while, and looked out of the window with dodge eyes.

"You liked me very much when you were young, and always asked me to teach you how to sing."

"I even made an appointment with your mother. If one day, she can't take care of you, she will adopt you to me and let you be my son."

When Shi Qing said this, she couldn't help feeling a little sentimental.

The world is impermanent, no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or accident.

Gongsun Jin didn't ask much about Shi Qing and Yuan Shen's mother when they were young.

"We have arrived."

Shi Qing drove downstairs to Gongsun Jin's house, looking at the house that hadn't changed in her memory, her expression was a little dazed.

The house is very clean, even if it is lived alone for a long time, there is no sign of desertion.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the decoration in the house, as if Annie had come to Green Gables, her eyes were full of curiosity.

This is the place where Gongsun Jin lived for many years, and she wanted to get a glimpse of his past growth trajectory from the clues in the house.

Shi Qing stood looking at the living room, looking at the wedding photos of Gongsun Jin's parents hanging on the wall, and stared blankly for a long time.

Zhuang Xiaoyu liked the Lego blocks on the cabinet very much, and soon ran over with a building block robot and asked Gongsun Jin if he could take it away.

Gongsun Jin just patted her head and said that as long as she likes, she can take it away.

Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged Gongsun Jin's waist and acted like a baby again, saying things like "Brother is the best" and "Brother likes me the most".

Gongsun Jin originally wanted to take away a lot of things, but after returning home, she suddenly felt that there was nothing to take away.

Zhuang Xiaomeng opened the door and walked to Gongsun Jin's room.

The first thing that catches the eye is the pure white curtain, dotted with many white feather patterns.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows almost occupied the entire wall, and outside the windows were rows of high-rise buildings and an orange sunset.

Zhuang Xiaomeng opened the window, and a breeze came in, brushing her hair on the temples.

A paper pinwheel was spinning on the bedside table, and beside it was a polyphonic harmonica with peeling paint.

When he came to his bedside, Zhuang Xiaomeng found a note on the bedside table, with a fluffy sentence written on it with a handsome pen.

"My name is Gongsun Jin, and my death has nothing to do with anyone."

Zhuang Xiaomeng was stunned by the wind for a long time looking at this short suicide note.

The wind blowing from the window carried an unknown fragrance of flowers, blowing her hair.

"Mengmeng, go out to eat."

Zhuang Xiaomeng came back to his senses, folded the suicide note and put it in his pocket.

A group of people went downstairs and started looking for food.

Along the way, Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at Gongsun Jin's profile, and his mind kept flashing back to the night market where he picked up a broken beer bottle and stabbed that bastard in the face.

So decisive, without delay.

He said that he didn't intend to tie it down, just to scare the bastard.

But Zhuang Xiaomeng knew in his heart that if she hadn't held his hand, he would really have stuck it.

In him, what Zhuang Xiaomeng saw was a person who had no nostalgia for life.

There is no love, and no enthusiasm for life can be squeezed out.

Even if life is rotten, I don't care.

Even if the world is going to be destroyed, I can't lift my eyes, and even applaud.

"The compensation for my parents' air crash was transferred away."

She still remembers how Gongsun Jin looked when he said this.

Did he contemplate suicide?
Or, have you tried...

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at Gongsun Jin with a calm face, no sadness or joy.

The restaurant Shi Qing chose is a Sichuan restaurant with a very business-like decoration.

A bouquet of roses placed in a bamboo basket by the window has withered and fallen petals, but it is still very fragrant.

The food in the restaurant tastes good, but the price, Gongsun Jin can only say is very business, more business than the decoration of the store.

After dinner, the group began to walk along the long street.

The central square is very lively, full of various stalls.

In shooting games where you use a gun to shoot balloons or dolls, the front sight is usually adjusted, and it is not very accurate. It costs two yuan and ten bullets.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was weak and couldn't pull the bolt of the gun, so he asked Gongsun Jin to help.

Tried dozens of bullets but failed to shoot down the yellow mouse that he wanted, so he had to leave with a dejected look on his face.

But after seeing the game of catching goldfish and turtles in the trap, the little girl immediately regained her spirits.

She fell in love with a little red goldfish, and under Shi Qing's care, she played with it endlessly.

Gongsun Jin didn't like lively places very much, so he just walked straight through the stalls and walked towards the deserted park.

Zhuang Xiaomeng followed him and saw him buying two sticks of boiled corn at a stall.

Unlike the central square, the park was very quiet, unnaturally quiet.

Gongsun Jin sat down on a bench.

After a while, two or three white pigeons flew over.

Gongsun Jin peeled off the corn kernels and threw them on the ground.

The white pigeons landed on the ground, scrambling to pick up the corn.

After a while, there were more and more white pigeons.

News of an old friend's return travels through the group.

Pieces of white pigeons are flying and circling in the air, which is very spectacular.

The boy looked at them, smiled slightly, and fed the corn kernels.

This scene of people getting along with nature is very harmonious.

Zhuang Xiaomeng took out his phone and took several photos.

Looking at the boy's side face, she thought to herself, it would be great if she had a SLR camera.

If you take pictures of this scene and participate in the competition, you may be able to win prizes.

She came to Gongsun Jin's bench, sat down beside him, and picked up the remaining stalk of boiled corn.

"Why can't you think about it?"

She peeled corn kernels and fed them to the white pigeons, and asked softly.

"Um?"

Gongsun Jin looked sideways at her, a little puzzled.

Zhuang Xiaomeng pursed her lips.

"I saw what you wrote on the paper."

Gongsun Jin was slightly stunned, and it took him a long time to react.

"I do not know."

"Then why did you decide to give up?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng felt that this question was very important.

She must get a response from Gongsun Jin, and then untie it.

"Because it hurts."

Gongsun Jin said without thinking.

He tried it, took the initiative to end it, it really hurt.

"Yes, it hurts."

Zhuang Xiaomeng smiled happily upon hearing this.

Fear of pain is also a reason to persevere in life.

"So, don't try again."

She looked at Gongsun Jin, holding her chin, her eyes were quiet and gentle.

"Ah."

Gongsun Jin looked into her eyes, responded softly, and continued to lower her head to peel corn kernels and feed them to the pigeons.

"Pigeons can really eat, they can't get enough."

(End of this chapter)