Perfection of Rebirth

Chapter 32 The Story of Xiang Weiwei
Xiang Weiwei chose a pair of denim shorts and a denim skirt. Jiang Hui remembered that when he first saw her, she was wearing a white T-shirt, a denim skirt, and sneakers. A ponytail.It seems that Xiang Weiwei prefers the youthful and lively look.

Jiang Hui chose a relatively large room, wiped it briefly with a rag, then spread the mattress, and then put the bed sheets, window covers, etc. into the washing machine for washing.The weather in the imperial capital rarely rains, so after washing tonight, it can be dried tomorrow.

After Xiang Weiwei chose the clothes, she helped clean the room, shuttling through the rooms like a hardworking bee.By the time the sheets in the washing machine had been washed and dried, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Xiang Weiwei was also sweating profusely. She was wearing a white shirt and a yellow pleated skirt today.After the shirt was invaded by sweat, it was tightly attached to the flesh, and the black underwear was looming.

Jiang Hui was embarrassed to let Xiang Weiwei go back to school like this, so he opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer he bought just now.

Xiang Weiwei guessed that she was also thirsty, but she took a big gulp of beer before realizing that what she drank was not a beverage.

"Comrade Jiang Hui, tell me honestly, do you have any bad intentions in giving me alcohol on purpose, are you trying to get me drunk to do something bad?" Xiang Weiwei said to Jiang Hui with an angry expression.

"Sister, have you seen anyone who was drunk by a can of beer?" Jiang Hui said.

"Who knows if you have any back tricks," Xiang Weiwei said.

"There really isn't one," Jiang Hui said.

"Then what you imply is that you don't think I'm attractive, and I don't even have the idea to make you think badly," Xiang Weiwei said.

Jiang Hui had a headache, it was his own fault no matter what he said, he might as well change his style.

"Little girl, give me a smile," Jiang Hui said to Weiwei's chin with his index finger.

"It doesn't look like it at first glance, you can't really have a girlfriend," said Xiang Weiwei, reaching out and knocking Jiang Hui's finger away.

"Can't you mention some happy things? Don't keep digging up people's scars, okay?" Jiang Hui said with an aggrieved expression.

"Your fart scar, the story I told you just now is called a scar, okay?" Xiang Weiwei said.

"Well, I was wrong, I have no scars, I am flawless," Jiang Hui said.

"A person like you, who has never even held a girl's hand, is really flawless, so you won't be afraid to regret yourself to death in the future," Xiang Weiwei said.

"Then tell me what happened to you, Weiwei?" Jiang Hui said.

"Is your name Weiwei? Sister Weiwei", said to Weiwei.

"Okay, Weiwei," Jiang Hui said.

Xiang Weiwei rolled her eyes at Jiang Hui.

"Where are your eyes looking?" Xiang Weiwei said.

"It seems that when a man looks at a woman, raising his head up is called appreciation; lowering his head down is playing hooliganism," Jiang Hui said.

"Then what do you think?" Xiang Weiwei said.

"Where do you go, Weiwei, on National Day?" Jiang Hui asked.

"A good friend from high school came to the Imperial City to play, and I was responsible for eating, drinking, playing and sleeping with her. What arrangements do you have?" Xiang Weiwei said.

"For seven days, you can do this casually, and if you mess with that, it's over," Jiang Hui said.

"I'm a little hungry, why don't I treat you to supper, sister?" Xiang Weiwei said.

"Okay, I can't ask for it," Jiang Hui said.

There is a food street not far from the rented house, which has all kinds of food from all over the country, which attracts a group of students around to go to consume.

Jiang Hui and Xiang Weiwei found a barbecue snack bar, ordered a bunch of lamb skewers, beef skewers, and two bottles of beer.

Although this shop is not big, the business is very hot. There are threes and fives gathering around, eating skewers, drinking, and chatting.

I don't know when, XJ's kebabs have become a popular snack all over the country, and are favored by the masses.

Kebabs, called "Kawafu" in Uyghur, are a traditional Uyghur snack.The method is: cut the mutton and mutton into thin slices, put the fat and thin on the thin iron braze, put it on the long kebab stove, and then sprinkle some spicy noodles, refined salt and cumin powder, and it will be cooked in a few minutes. cooked.Its color is brown, oily, slightly spicy, not greasy, fresh and delicious.

A dozen skewers cost ten yuan, and a bottle of beer costs two yuan.This price is still available in the past two years. When Jiang Hui is reborn, you will not dare to eat a string of mutton skewers that cost less than five yuan. Who knows if they sell mutton and rat meat.

While eating skewers and drinking beer, Xiang Weiwei began to tell Jiang Hui the story of her and her ex-boyfriend, and drank a glass of wine after each paragraph, and finished a bottle of beer in a short time.Xiang Weiwei's face was already slightly red.

There is only a big fan blowing in the store, there is no air-conditioning, and after sitting for a long time, the sweat makes my whole body sticky.

Xiang Weiwei said that after he broke up with his ex-boyfriend, he didn't tell anyone for a long time, and he just stood up by himself.It seems that she wants to vent her emotions tonight.

After drinking his own bottle of wine, he started to pick up Jiang Hui's old wine bottle and refill it for himself, not listening to persuasion at all.Jiang Hui had no choice but to speed up his drinking and finish his bottle of wine as soon as possible.

Xiang Weiwei clamored to drink more, Jiang Hui was worried that if he drank too much outside, it would be troublesome, and he would be troublesome if he met a few gangsters, so he didn't dare to drink more. In the end, Xiang Weiwei couldn't hold back, so he had to suggest packing some skewers Rent a place to drink.

On the way back, when the wind blew, Xiang Weiwei held Jiang Hui's hand and leaned half on Jiang Hui's body.

Feeling the softness in his hand, Jiang Hui didn't want to pull it out, and he didn't want to pull it out, he was a little distracted and a little embarrassed.

When he arrived at the rented house, Jiang Hui first opened a bottle of mineral water for Xiang Weiwei, and half-coaxed her to drink some water first.

The two sat side by side on the sofa in the living room, with Xiang Weiwei's head resting on Jiang Hui's shoulder.

"Do you know, I haven't lived such a happy life for a long time. Every day, I care about other people's eyes, always suppress my own thoughts, and live with a mask and a strong smile," Xiang Weiwei said.

"In the future, if you want to talk to someone, you can come to me. Just treat me as a trash can. I will only receive it and not spread it," Jiang Hui said.

"You can hug me, it will be fine in a while," Xiang Weiwei said in a slightly depressed mood.

Jiang Hui hesitated for a moment, then turned around and gently embraced Xiang Weiwei in his arms, neither of them spoke anymore.

After a long time, Xiang Weiwei pushed Jiang Hui away and said, "I'm about to go back, let's go."

On the way to send Xiang Weiwei back to the dormitory, neither of them spoke again.

In the night, the street lamps on both sides of the school road are extraordinarily soft, beautiful and light. They stand under the poplar trees, and the light is projected on the passing pedestrians, reflecting the footprints of every passer-by.

(End of this chapter)