"Oh, you are free to do as you like," Zhang Moyan perfunctorily put the red wine on the dining table, went to the stand-up air conditioner and turned on the air conditioner, then went back and added: "Put the shoes away."
Jin Xueyang puffed out his nostrils, calmed down his emotions, and then turned to Xiao Xingyu and said, "Teacher Xiao, don't mind, she has some issues with her emotional intelligence."
Xiao Xingyu glanced inside the room: "Okay, the people have been delivered. Do you think I have to leave?"
Then he tilted his head and raised his beautiful eyes, waiting for Jin Xueyang's reply.
This question was asked in a very high level and is a reflection of the breadth and depth of Chinese language. Especially the word "you see" is the best in the whole sentence.
If he wanted to leave, just say "I'm leaving", but he asked "Do you think I have to leave?"
It was obviously something he could decide on his own, but he had to leave the decision-making power to others.
Judging from the question, the answer seems to be "yes" and "no", but in this situation - specifically in the bachelor apartment of a woman who drinks too much, the person being asked can answer "Yes, I see you
Gotta go”?
Doesn’t this answer seem to have ulterior motives?
So the answer can only be one, and that is "can't leave".
Sure enough, Jin Xueyang immediately said: "No, no, no, Teacher Xiao, you must not leave. She drank too much. It is too dangerous for me to live alone in the same room with a man and a woman!"
He quickly took the only pair of men's slippers on the shoe rack and gave them to Xiao Xingyu: "Teacher Xiao, please change to this pair."
Xiao Xingyu stared at him: "You can wear it."
Huh? Why do you dislike it so much?
"Uh," Jin Xueyang awkwardly stuffed the shoes back into the shoe cabinet and scanned the surrounding area before making his own decision, "Then don't change it. I think she hasn't cleaned this place for several days."
"Who said I haven't cleaned for several days!" Zhang Moyan turned around after hearing this in the living room, and walked up to Jin Xueyang to accuse, "I just cleaned the house in the morning, how can you talk nonsense?"
She first forced Jin Xueyang to change his shoes, then dragged him to the living room and pointed out unconvincingly: "Where is it not neat and clean? I have vacuumed here, here, and there. Why do you say I haven't cleaned it in a few days?"
?!"
Jin Xueyang looked at Xiao Xingyu bitterly, pointed at Zhang Moyan and made the words "drunk and crazy" with the shape of his mouth.
"Jin Xueyang, what did you say?"
"It's nothing. I asked Teacher Xiao to come over and take a look. The clothes you collected are just left on the sofa!"
"I folded it."
"But is the sofa a place to put clothes?"
"Can't I put it on my own sofa?"
……
Perhaps it was because he was in his own territory, Zhang Moyan was obviously more relaxed than outside, and his behavior began to follow his own temper.
Over there, Jin Xueyang sent out a distress signal again. Xiao Xingyu took off his shoes, put them in the shoe cabinet, and walked over with only his socks as before.
After Xiao Xingyu looked at it: Reporter Jin was talking nonsense and making trouble, but the living room was well tidied up!
At a glance, there was no difference from the last time he visited. That is, there were half a foot more folded clothes on the armrest of the sofa, and there were a few books on celadon and Ru kiln neatly stacked on the coffee table. They were probably doing homework for the interview with him.
Read.
"Okay, okay," Jin Xueyang raised his hands to beg for mercy from Zhang Moyan: "I said something wrong, okay? Classmate Zhang, you are a hard-working and capable little bee. The windows are clean and orderly at home. The cultural team will organize a special visit another day.
How about learning from you?"
Perhaps he felt that his attitude towards admitting his mistakes was relatively good and his solution was acceptable. Zhang Moyan didn't dwell on it any longer and just sat down on the sofa and gave up: "That's pretty much it."
Jin Xueyang was speechless and turned around to treat Xiao Xingyu: "Teacher Xiao, please sit down for a while. Thank you for your hard work. I will go and boil some water for you to make a cup of tea."
Before Xiao Xingyu could say "No," Jin Xueyang had already entered the kitchen. He filled the kettle with water, plugged it in, and then rummaged around in the kitchen: "Where's your tea, Mo Yan? Didn't you put it in before?"
Next to the microwave?"
Xiao Xingyu followed the words and looked towards Zhang Moyan, only to see that the hostess was holding her temples with one hand and covering her stomach with the other, and her face seemed paler than before.
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Xingyu walked to her side, bent down and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Zhang Moyan raised her head and was about to speak when Jin Xueyang's cell phone started buzzing in the kitchen. Jin Xueyang, who had a bunch of things in his hand but none of them were tea, answered the phone: "Who are you? Oh, what's the matter?"
”
Bang, a cover fell to the ground.
"The water in my bathroom is seeping downstairs??"
Bang bang, another jar fell to the ground.
"Let me go, his bathroom is divided into a bedroom? So perverted!"
Before something fell next, Xiao Xingyu rushed over.
Jin Xueyang held the phone with an annoyed look on his face: "Weren't you guys the ones who repaired it last time? Why did something happen again just two months ago? Okay, I'll go back now! What, he's still claiming compensation from me, isn't this downstairs?
Group renting, please check, do normal people sleep in the toilet?"
Xiao Xingyu picked up the things on the ground and raised his body. Jin Xueyang had already put down the phone and was cursing impatiently into the air. When he saw Xiao Xingyu, he quickly took the things in his hand and hurriedly explained.
"Mr. Xiao, the real estate agent called me and told me that my house is leaking and is leaking on someone's bed. The neighbors downstairs are making a fuss there. I have to go back and deal with it immediately. Mo Yan... I'm afraid I'm going to trouble you here!"
"?" Xiao Xingyu: "Oh, it's okay, then... you go back quickly, don't worry here."
"What are you talking about, Teacher Xiao? I am absolutely confident in your character. No matter how you look at Zhang Moyan, I will never be your cup of tea!" Jin Xueyang looked at Xiao Xingyu firmly, and then confessed, "Moyan usually doesn't drink when she drinks too much.
When she is drunk and crazy, she is sleepy. It is easy to take care of her. Just urge her to sleep quickly."
"Okay, I'll let her rest later."
"She is not clear-headed right now. If she says something wrong to you or loses her temper, you must not take it seriously and don't argue with her!"
"You are too worried, I know."
"Thank you, Teacher Xiao!" Jin Xueyang's eyes showed the deep feeling of entrusting important information to the revolutionary comrades. The scene was frozen for 3 seconds, and then he strode away.
As he passed the living room, Zhang Moyan called him vaguely: "Jin Xueyang, are you leaving? Didn't we give Teacher Xiao a plan?"
"According to the plan?" Jin Xueyang's head was full of vertical lines in his busy schedule, and he rolled his eyes at Zhang Moyan: "Thank you for remembering this! But I have to leave now because I have something to do. You should rest early and let the male god go back early. I heard
No!"
"Oh." Zhang Moyan stared blankly.
Jin Xueyang quickly changed his shoes, opened the door and ran out like an arrow, without even having time to close the door.
Xiao Xingyu had no choice but to walk over and close the door with a bang. When he let go, there was a "clang" and the door handle fell to the ground!
Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a moment.
He leaned over and picked up the door handle from the ground, looked at it carefully, and first tried to put the alloy piece back into the broken place and press it up and down a few times. Although the door lock was closed, I didn't know what was wrong with the mechanism inside.
Still can't connect, the whole lock is unresponsive.
After trying a few more times, it still didn't work. Xiao Xingyu grabbed the door handle: isn't it?!!
I was confused for at least 10 seconds, and a question appeared in front of me - how to get out later?
Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he immediately turned around and said, "Reporter Zhang, do you have any at home...I'll go!" He turned back as if he was caught off guard and was electrocuted.
The next second, he quickly walked to the living room and pulled up the curtains without thinking. He turned his back to Zhang Moyan and said a little irritably: "Why don't you change clothes while the window is still open?!"
Zhang Moyan's low but indifferent voice came from behind: "There is no house in front."
Indeed, there is a green space in front, a river behind the green space, and a park on the other side of the river without any buildings. Xiao Xingyu calmed down his heartbeat for a while, gasped and asked: "Are you dressed?"
"Well, that's it."
Xiao Xingyu turned around and almost turned back again.
Zhang Moyan was seen wearing a pearl-colored silk suspender skirt, with a large area of snow-white shoulders exposed. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was stuffing the clothes she had changed into the trash can.
Xiao Xingyu forcibly gave himself psychological counseling: It is normal for girls to wear less than this on the street in summer. You see, nothing is exposed, and they cover more than ballet dancers. There are thousands of them in a ballet performance.
Audience...(500 words omitted here)
After such a construction, he had the strong psychological quality to run and snatch the clothes from her hands: "This is not a laundry basket, you are drunk!"
Zhang Moyan raised her head and looked at him, her large eyes gradually revealing her grievances. This man had clearly kept saying that she was not drunk before.
"I'm not drunk..."
"You're not drunk and you're taking off your clothes in front of a man?!"
***The author has something to say***
This is my first time writing a book in a bookstore,
I don’t understand many rules.
Today I asked my senior,
Why do I have so many collections but my number of followers only shows over 100?
They said: "Because only those who have voted for you, commented on you, and checked in are considered fans!"
Oh, I see...
(Falling into silence for an hour)
So, girl, do you want to brush up on your presence?
