Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 70 Making Clay Figures with Wei Zijin

The bastard Li Xing was in a particularly good mood today. He wore sunglasses, hummed a tune, and even sprayed men's perfume.

Seeing Yang Hao wearing ill-fitting clothes that were obviously not his, Li Xing curled his lips and frowned, "You kid, at least dress up. You're going with me to meet Xiaoxiao and her bestie today, and you're wearing this?"

Yang Hao put out his cigarette and nodded. His mind was in a mess. He went to change into casual clothes. Li Xing was already impatient and asked casually, "What's wrong with you? By the way, where did you and Song Qinwei go last night?"

Yang Hao: "Ninth brother's house."

"Oh, that's ok. I was worried about you all night. I was alone in the dormitory yesterday. I was so bored."

Li Xing talked to himself, shifted gears and started the car. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. Seeing that Yang Hao looked strange, he asked in surprise, "Did something happen between you and Song Qinwei?"

Yang Hao sighed and nodded dejectedly.

Speaking of which, Yang Hao cannot be blamed entirely for this matter.

After all, it takes two to tango.

First of all, he is an old man, at an age full of vigor and vitality, and he has been drinking. It is impossible for him to remain absolutely rational.

Secondly, Song Qinwei did not refuse and took the initiative to tease.

It was a natural and inevitable thing for such a thing to happen, and no one can blame anyone else, but the situation facing Yang Hao now is, how to deal with it?

Now that it has happened, how should we solve it?

Li Xing drove with one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, and complained: "Song Qinwei is a stubborn girl. I can see that she has set her sights on you. So what are you going to do now?"

Who would have thought that a cold girl like Song Qinwei would be so "persistent"? Or maybe this word is not accurate.

"I don't know."

Yang Hao was helpless.

The cause of this incident was entirely because of the truth or dare game that night. That bastard Wang Qiang insisted on instigating him to confess his feelings to Song Qinwei.

If this happened to an ordinary girl, she would be done with it after explaining it clearly, but Song Qinwei was stubborn. She would not listen even if she was told, and she would still do it even after she heard it. In any case, she had set her sights on Yang Hao.

"Okay, let's forget about this matter for now. I want to see Xiaoxiao today, so you better smile for me. Don't have a stern face like I owe you money. If you ruin my date with Xiaoxiao, I'll kill you, you bastard." Li Xing flicked the ash off his cigarette and cursed with a smile.

Yang Hao didn't want to spoil Li Xing's fun, "Okay."

Li Xing was talking nonsense all the way. He reminded Yang Hao again and again that when they left, Yang Hao must create some space for him and Lin Xiaoxiao to be alone, and that he must not act like a light bulb. Regardless of whether he liked Wei Zijin or not, he must take the chance to leave with Wei Zijin first. At the end, Li Xing's tone was actually a little pleading.

This bastard's true colors were revealed. He stopped pretending in front of Yang Hao and came clean, saying that he had been pursuing Lin Xiaoxiao for many years. They grew up together, in the same city, and were neighbors when they were young. He thought it would be a sure thing, as the one who is close to the water would get the moon first. But who would have thought that Lin Xiaoxiao was so hard-hearted, like a boss with no health bar. If it were any other person, he would have given up long ago.

But he said proudly, who am I, Li Xing? I am the most affectionate person, and I will never give up once I have made up my mind.

Finally, he pleaded, "Haozi, I beg you, please leave us some space to be alone."

"I know, I know." Yang Hao was a little annoyed by what he said.

Arrived at the east gate of Xinzhou University.

Lin Xiaoxiao and Wei Zijin have been waiting for a long time.

The two of them standing together were like a combination of a queen and a sweet girl, full of youthful vibes. Lin Xiaoxiao tied her hair into a ponytail, wore jeans, and a white short-sleeved shirt, and looked impatient, as if someone owed her money, complaining from time to time; Wei Zijin was much more patient, she wore a dress decorated with floral patterns, and she held Lin Xiaoxiao's arm with one hand, stretched her head and looked around, and from time to time whispered to comfort her: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

At this time, Li Xingcai arrived late by car.

The car stopped steadily in front of the two of them. Yang Hao got out of the car, and Li Xing also got out hurriedly, nodded and bowed, saying: "Xiaoxiao, I'm here."

"Do you have any sense of time? Can you drive? You made me wait for so long." Lin Xiaoxiao started scolding him.

Li Xing didn't dare to say a word, and nodded submissively, explaining that there were a lot of cars on the road and it was a bit congested. At the same time, he personally opened the car door for Lin Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, please get in the car."

Lin Xiaoxiao snorted coldly and sat down.

Li Xing winked at Yang Hao and happily got into the driver's seat.

"Let's go." Yang Hao had no choice but to say to Wei Zijin.

"oh oh."

As soon as he got in the car, Li Xing couldn't stop talking like a machine gun. He asked Lin Xiaoxiao if she had had breakfast. Lin Xiaoxiao said unhappily, "I got up so early to wait for you. What did you eat?"

Li Xing smiled awkwardly and hurriedly said, "My, my, let's do this. We haven't had breakfast yet. Let's go eat first and then go shopping."

Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and said nothing, indicating her agreement.

After finding a more elegant place to have breakfast, Li Xing couldn't wait any longer and just ate a few bites. However, Lin Xiaoxiao was a girl and had a small appetite, so she was full after just two buns. Li Xing said to Lin Xiaoxiao impatiently, "Xiaoxiao, let's go shopping."

At the same time, he winked at Yang Hao frantically.

Lin Xiaoxiao knew what Li Xing was up to, but she wanted to give Wei Zijin some time alone, so she nodded, and the two of them left.

Yang Hao drank yesterday, and although he had a bowl of noodles and two poached eggs at Jiu Ge's house, that was not enough. Now he was hungry and thirsty, so he drank a big bowl of hot soy milk, ate a basket of steamed buns, and ate a bowl of porridge. He finished everything in a flash, and his stomach felt better.

Wei Zijin stared at him while he ate, then considerately handed him a tissue.

"Thank you. Where are we going later?" Yang Hao asked casually.

Wei Zijin blushed and whispered, "Anywhere, anywhere is fine."

Yang Hao was also very annoyed. If Li Xing had not begged him, he would not have come at all. Li Xing begged him, saying, "Haozi, I beg you, you can't just watch my lifelong event go to waste..." In short, it was a case of Taoist kidnapping.

"Then just take a walk?" Yang Hao asked tentatively.

I'm free anyway, so I can just kill time.

"Okay, okay."

After Yang Hao paid the bill, he walked side by side with Wei Zijin in the streets. No one said anything. The main purpose was to kill time. After noon, they would go and have lunch.

After walking aimlessly for half an hour, Yang Hao subconsciously touched his pocket. After his damn rebirth, his craving for cigarettes became even stronger.

It is said that smoking can relieve fatigue, but the more you smoke, the more tired you become.

He felt his pocket and found the cigarette box was empty. Yang Hao had no choice but to say, "Stand here and wait for me. I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes and come back in a moment."

As soon as Yang Hao took a step, Wei Zijin carefully grabbed the corner of Yang Hao's clothes.

Yang Hao looked back in confusion.

Wei Zijin quickly took out a box of expensive cigarettes from her pink satchel and said, "Here, for you."

Yang Hao laughed and said, "You still smoke?"

"No, no." Wei Zijin was anxious, blushing cutely, and hesitating: "I bought it for you."

Yang Hao: “…”

Well, this girl is quite thoughtful.

Yang Hao couldn’t name the brand of this cigarette. It wasn’t the kind that came in packs, but in boxes.

As we all know, the more exquisite the packaging of cigarettes, the more expensive they are; the more advanced the filter, the more expensive they are.

"What kind of cigarette is this?"

Yang Hao looked at these expensive cigarettes and didn't know whether to accept it or not.

"I, I don't know."

"Okay, thanks." Yang Hao was reluctant to smoke it. He had never smoked cigarettes of this grade before.

After walking around for a while, I passed by a small porcelain doll shop.

This type of store has only emerged in recent years, but it has never been very popular. It can only be found in big cities, and its main target customers are generally students, especially primary school students. Of course, it is just right for college students.

It means spending money to buy clay, by ounce, usually one ounce costs dozens of dollars. This clay is used for firing porcelain kilns.

In addition, the paint also costs money to buy, which is also expensive.

Then the customers can use their imagination to make the porcelain according to their own preferences. They can make it into any shape they want, and then pay a firing fee. After a few days, they can get the fired porcelain they made. The porcelain can be a doll or a bottle or jar. In short, the customers can use their imagination to their heart's content.

When Wei Zijin saw the store, he became very interested. He looked at it several times and looked back every few steps, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Yang Hao found it funny. Wei Zijin looked like a child who saw a toy and wanted to buy it but didn't dare to tell his parents.

"You want to play that?"

Wei Zijin nodded embarrassedly.

"Then let's play. What are you looking at me for?" Yang Hao took the lead and went up the stairs and entered the store. The business in this bird shop was average, with only a few customers.

A young mother came here with her daughter to make clay figures in order to cultivate her hands-on ability; there were also two little boys, accompanied by their parents, making clay figures not far away.

Of course, there were also a few young people, couples.

The shop owner is worldly-wise. Generally, everyone who comes into the shop will buy mud, especially couples like this, who are one of his important customers. He immediately introduces his products enthusiastically.

There are all kinds of strange and wonderful clays, and the introduction is very detailed as to which ones are suitable for molding what and which ones are suitable for making what.

But it's very expensive.

"What do you want to pinch?" Yang Hao looked at Wei Zijin.

"Mud...mud man."

"Clay figurines are great. Then use these types of clay and mix them in this ratio. Since you are a new customer, I can give you some commonly used pigments..."

In short, under the shop owner's business boasting, Yang Hao was deceived and bought two kilograms of clay and a tray of paint.

It cost more than nine hundred dollars.

This is pure fucking IQ tax.

They only fool some kids from well-off families, or young couples who have just fallen in love and are ready to risk their lives for each other.

Damn it, I have to ask that bastard Li Xing to reimburse me, Yang Hao complained in his heart.

Wei Zijin was very happy when she got the clay she had been longing for. She sat on a stool and happily made clay figures. Her hands were smooth and delicate, perhaps because of the affluent living conditions she had since childhood, her hands were exquisite and delicate, and very small. She made clay figures that looked very lifelike.

Yang Hao was not interested in this kind of thing, so he took out his mobile phone and started browsing.

There is a lot of information.

One was sent by Wang Zhipeng. This guy has nothing better to do. Every time he goes out to sleep with a girl, she always likes to send him messages to share.

For example: "Let's go (proud)"

Then there's a picture.

"I'm here, a little nervous. This time I'm meeting a young woman who has a husband and children at home. (grin)"

"Fuck, it's so plump."

"It's really exciting. Do you think her husband will come and catch me with a knife?"

Then there was a candid photo.

At last.

"It's started. (grin)"

Then there is a small video.

Yang Hao really wanted to block this bastard Wang Zhipeng. Didn’t this bastard want to keep the evidence?

If the police catch him one day, these chat records will definitely be evidence.

In addition, there is the message sent by Jiang Li.

She would share some of her outfits, and sometimes Yang Hao would reply.

However, in Jiang Li's eyes, Yang Hao was a busy man who was hard to find all day long. No one knew what he was busy with, so she didn't ask.

Then Jiang Li told him that her brother took her to the amusement park today and sent a few photos to Yang Hao.

It's a photo of her and her brother.

Yang Hao clicked on the photo and took a look.

The man next to Jiang Li should be her brother, Jiang Jin.

The two are indeed twins, boy and girl, and look somewhat alike. If one had to describe Jiang Jin in one word, it would be "handsome and handsome".

He has a pair of sword-like eyebrows and looks heroic, but he seems to have an expressionless face and rarely smiles. The coldness of Jiang Jin's eyes can be felt through the photo. He seems very reluctant to take the photo, but perhaps he can't resist his sister's enthusiasm, so he had to take this photo reluctantly.

Jiang Jin and Jiang Li's personalities are completely different.

Yang Hao thought that this brother-in-law might be difficult to get along with.

They sat in the store for nearly an hour, during which time the owner brought them cakes and tea.

Wei Zijin made two small clay figures, about ten centimeters tall, small and naive, like a pair of golden boy and jade girl. At this moment, she was holding a paint pen and carefully applying paint. It was estimated that it would take another half an hour to finish the coloring.

The damn Li Xing and Lin Xiaoxiao disappeared after they left, and no one knows where they went. It's almost noon now, and there's still no news from them.

Yang Hao was upset and planned to go out for a cigarette. He went outside the store and took a deep breath. There was a light plum flavor at the entrance, which was very memorable. He had to say that Wei Zijin, the little rich woman, bought high-quality cigarettes. It was really addictive to smoke, but the aftereffect was too strong.

I was smoking a cigarette when I suddenly saw a familiar person walking towards me.

Chen Xiaoman.

She held the arm of a tall black man, and the two of them were talking and laughing as they walked towards the store. When they saw Yang Hao, Chen Xiaoman was a little surprised, and the black man's face also changed.

He could not forget that in the bar, because of a word from Yang Hao, he was blackmailed for five thousand yuan and could only suffer in silence.

Chen Xiaoman was also a little surprised when she saw Yang Hao, but she didn't say anything. She continued to hold Heige's hand and walked into the store.

"Tsk, tsk."

Yang Hao sneered, thinking that this slut is pretty good. She has only been in Xinzhou for a month and she has hooked up with a black student? There is a classic old saying that the gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price. Chen Xiaoman is happy now. Black brother's bull is big and hard, and his body is strong and strong. There will be plenty of time to cry later.

After smoking a cigarette, Yang Hao returned to the store.

Wei Zijin has finished his work. The two little clay figures are lifelike and very cute.

"It's very well made." Yang Hao did not hesitate to praise her with flattery.

Wei Zijin blushed a little and looked at the two cute clay figures as if they were treasures.

Yang Hao half-jokingly pointed at the little boy's clay figurine and said, "Do you want to give this to me?"

Wei Zijin hurriedly shook his head, protecting the clay figurine, and said anxiously, "No, I won't give it to you. This is mine."

She looked very cute, as if she was afraid that Yang Hao would take it seriously. Seeing that Yang Hao didn't say anything, she softened again and said carefully: "If you want, I'll make another one for you."

Yang Hao was frowning. Another one?
Girl, you have never been a householder, so you don't know how expensive daily necessities are. This little clay figurine weighs almost one pound and costs several hundred dollars.

"No, forget it. What do I, a grown man, need this for?" Yang Hao waved his hand.

Wei Zijin lowered her head, thought for a while, and then carefully pushed the little boy's clay figurine to Yang Hao. She thought Yang Hao was angry and almost cried: "Well, then I'll give this to you."

Yang Hao laughed, "Just kidding, I don't want yours."

Wei Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time was a little disappointed, "Oh oh."

After the clay figures are molded, they need to be fired. Firing costs extra money, but it is not expensive because the boss fires them all at once and fires dozens of them at a time.

Yang Hao paid for the roasting and asked Wei Zijin to leave a phone number, fill in his name, and come to pick it up when the time comes.

On the other side, Chen Xiaoman originally brought Heige to make clay figures, but when Heige heard that the clay here cost dozens of pounds, he backed off and thought, isn't this just a waste of money?

But Chen Xiaoman likes it.

Brother Hei gritted his teeth and bought half a pound.

His value system is that money can be used for food, drink, and whoring, but using it to do such meaningless things is a sheer waste.

Chen Xiaoman felt a little bitter. She suddenly felt that her boyfriend was not as generous as she had imagined. Then she saw Yang Hao and a beautiful girl paying the bill.

Chen Xiaoman was sure that she had never seen this girl before.

This was the nth girl she had seen next to Yang Hao.

However, each of these girls was far better than her, making her feel ashamed and embarrassed.

She suddenly felt extremely sad and began to question whether Yang Hao was really that charming?

What did I miss?
But she couldn't figure it out.

Chen Xiaoman just felt uncomfortable, as if she had lost an invaluable treasure, and this treasure would never belong to her again in this life.

(End of this chapter)