I couldn't understand, so Mu Shiqin beside me explained to me, "She said I won't leave until you clean my skirt today!"
I exclaimed, "Why are you mute?"
Mu Shiqin smiled and said nothing.
At this time, I didn’t know what he had experienced when he was a child and what kind of life he lived. Therefore, when I faced him, I always felt that there was a layer of mystery, whether it was thin or thick. It seemed that he was very close.
, but cannot really see clearly.
The vegetable vendor is a man. He is not tall, but he is indeed very fat. He looks quite plump.
He spoke a southern dialect that didn't match his body shape, raised his orchid fingers and cursed, "If you take it off, I'll wash it for you. If you don't take it off, how can I wash it for you? If you can, take it off. Take it off. Take it off."
ah!"
The people around him laughed coldly and sarcastically. To them, this was just a joke brought to them by life.
There is no legend about the grass growing and the orioles flying in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drumbeats, hurried figures, numb eyes, and false smiles, and I am being assimilated.
The girl was biting her lip and tightly holding the wet hem of her skirt. Her hands were shaking. She didn't know whether it was because of emotion or because she was freezing in the winter air.
I saw her starting to gesture again. I poked at Mu Shiqin next to me, "What did she say again?"
Mu Shiqin looked at it for a while, and then told me in a low voice, "She said, you must wash it after I take it off, right?"
Except for Mu Shiqin, probably no one present could understand the meaning of the girl's sign language.
The vendors in the south didn't understand the meaning either, so they pointed sarcastically, "I'm telling you, don't pretend to be dumb with me. Just say you don't dare. If you don't take off your clothes, go away. Don't delay my business. Go away."
Open, go away.”
The vendor backed away from the girl, who swayed twice and lay on the ground.
I thought she would cry, but she didn't!
She got up from the ground and without saying a word, took off her clothes one by one, first the white cashmere skirt she was wearing, then the autumn coat, and finally even the cashmere pants.
She threw her clothes to the ground fiercely. This time she no longer gestured, but shouted silently, "I took it off, wash it for me!"
Everyone present was sighing.
In this cold winter of more than 20 degrees below zero, a girl takes off her clothes in public. Regardless of whether she is cold or not, her courage to expose herself in the eyes of everyone is worth pondering.
I suddenly felt some admiration for her.
Mu Shiqin beside me smiled and asked me in a low voice, "What would you do if it were you?"
I glanced at him, and then replied without hesitation, "Take water and throw it back."
Mu Shiqin smiled and stroked his messy long hair lovingly, "It's really your style."
I didn't know at this time that in a silver-gray Porsche not far away, Leng Peichen pulled Lin Yuejin and looked at what was happening in the crowd from a distance, asking Lin Yuejin the same question, "If it were you,
what will you do?"
"I will call you." Lin Yuejin replied indifferently, without a hint of coquettishness. Even if she said such words, she would not show the slightest pretense.
Leng Peichen smiled fondly and happily. He slowly closed the window and told the driver, "Drive."
The dazzling Porsche sped away behind me. I didn't pay attention, but Mu Shiqin just smiled slightly and watched them pass by without saying anything.
Looking at the still naked girl, I couldn't bear it.
He wanted to take off his Nizi coat and put it on her, but was stopped by Mu Shiqin.
I looked at him puzzled.
He said, "This is not a life we should get involved in. If you can, don't step into it. Someone will appear in her life, and that person is definitely not you."
I didn't understand what he meant at first, but later I really understood. Unfortunately, it was too late...
"Let's go." Mu Shiqin pulled me. I turned around slowly.
The moment I exited the crowd, I saw a girl with the same thin figure rushing in, taking off her army green cotton-padded coat and putting it on her body.
I laughed. It was true as Mu Shiqin said, someone would appear in her life. But I was just a passerby. I could do nothing but sigh in vain.
I raised my head and looked at the sky, and suddenly realized that we are all the heroines in our own stories. We each rely on our acting skills to interpret different tragedies in life.
In addition to the different process, the ending is inevitably a tearful ending.