The two little aunts were putting the food on the table. Ma Xiaoyou's father, wearing glasses, read an English economic newspaper at a glance. It is the same in media all over the world. In the newspaper, eight points are false and two points are true. I understand. , just understand it, if you don’t understand it, just enjoy it.
Upstairs, the passionate sound of piano came.
"It's so early in the morning. I took the wrong medicine again." The father said to Ma Xiaoyou's mother in confusion.
"The situation in her studio is not very good. I don't know who she is angry with." My mother got off the treadmill and said while changing her shoes.
"The social situation is stable, and the gap between the rich and the poor has already existed. In this era, it is not the time to achieve things with enthusiasm. Youyou has a stubborn temper and is capable, but he is not suitable for a leader. It is okay to suffer some setbacks." The father let go. newspaper and start eating breakfast in earnest.
"...Since you know that you can't accomplish anything with your passion, why don't you help her? Find a friend who is a venture capital investor and help the girl." The mother said tentatively.
"You don't understand at all, your daughter, let's eat."
The father replied softly, while the mother was speechless.
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Upstairs, Ma Xiaoyou's forehead was covered with sweat, her silky hair was sticky, her fair skin was reflected in the sun, and her clean green blood vessels could be seen. She played Chopin's No. 6 in A major with a stubborn expression. "Ponaise".
She is a single-minded person. Once she sets her sights on something, she will always move towards her goal meticulously, no matter how many hardships there are in the process.
Just yesterday, she went to a fashion magazine with her fashion sample. This was a work she had prepared since H City. What she got in return was a cynical criticism from an old woman.
"Does your studio have any models to work with?"
"Just come here with your clothes."
"What kind of fashion shows have you participated in?"
"You don't even have a brand, how can I publish it for you? You think this is a vegetable market, where you can put all kinds of junk goods."
A series of questions left Ma Xiaoyou completely speechless. What made her uncomfortable was not that her work was criticized, but because she didn't prepare a red envelope. The person in charge threw the clothes back without even looking at them.
A normal person would immediately go downstairs to prepare a red envelope after learning such a lesson, but is Ma Xiaoyou a normal person?
If she were a normal person, would she still go to City H? Would she still not call home when she was struggling to eat?
I have always felt that she has the appearance of a woman, the thinking of a man, Zhang Jun's inexplicable cruelty, and Lao Xian's way of doing things that is incompatible with conventional society.
If a person like her wants to pursue an official career and is lucky enough to be in power, I believe that Grandpa Zhu will use all the 100 guillotines that have been prepared but not used in the right place.
Yes, she has this ruthlessness.
But after all, she is still a girl. When she is extremely depressed, she also needs to adjust and express herself. Her work has not been going well, and her relationship has been full of twists and turns. Yesterday, her aunt came again. Sister You was very melancholy and woke up early in the morning. , and started playing the piano.
After talking about the song, she took a sip of water, glanced at it with her phone, thought about it, and sent a text message, which read: "I'm in a bad mood. It would be nice to go see Brother Tiger together."
After posting, Ma Xiaoyou went directly to the bathroom, ready to wash away the sweat on his body.
At this moment, my mother, who heard the sound of the piano disappear downstairs, came up with breakfast.
"...Youyou, let's have something to eat." Mother walked in and shouted towards the bathroom.
"I'm not very hungry, I don't want to eat."
"You have to have some breakfast. In the early days of starting a business, what matters is not intelligence but physical strength." Mother smiled and replied slowly.
"Okay, then you can put it on the table."
"Well, okay, mom is at work, you can move around freely."
"OK." Ma Xiaoyou replied crisply.
"Buzz."
The mother, who was about to leave, turned around and saw the screen of Ma Xiaoyou's mobile phone lighting up and the silent phone trembling twice on the table.
After a pause for a few seconds, my mother picked up the phone and clicked to read the text message. It replied: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I still have some things to do. I will call you after I finish it. I'll meet you downstairs in your studio. It's just right. I also have something to tell you."
My mother glanced at the previous record and then looked at the name of the note. The one saved was called "International Dance South". My mother frowned and hurriedly replied, which read: "Two o'clock."
Ten seconds later I replied: "Okay."
Mother glanced at it, deleted the last two, and then shouted into the bathroom: "Youyou, there is a text message from a friend."
"You saw it." Ma Xiaoyou hesitated for a moment and then replied.
"My mobile phone is out of battery and I wanted to call your dad, but I accidentally clicked on it." The mother answered "truthfully".
"You snooped into my privacy, just this once." Ma Xiaoyou was silent for a moment and replied seriously.
"Not next time." Mother replied simply.
"Okay, you can go ahead and leave the phone on the table."
"Well, pay attention to eating fruit at noon."
After saying that, the mother left.
A few minutes later, Ma Xiaoyou walked out of the bathroom, picked up her phone and glanced at it. After seeing the time and place on the text message, she changed her clothes and prepared to go to the studio for a walk and spend a torturous morning.
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On the other side, after we separated from Feng Dong, Lao Xian, Jin Beibei, Li Hao, and Han Dayan all returned to the new residence arranged by Feng Dong.
The reason why I didn't go back was because the sanitation in my old residence was not clean, and there were still some bills that I hadn't taken out. There were some of my signatures on them. Although they were pseudonyms, the handwriting was mine, so I had to go back and clean them up. And It just so happened that Ma Xiaoyou had an appointment with me in the afternoon, so there was no need to bring them along.
I took a taxi back to my residence and walked into the house.
This house has three bedrooms and one living room. I have lived in it for less than a month, but it can be considered my first home in Beijing. I am a sentimental person and have already developed an indescribable feeling for it. I will leave when I come back this time. , so I feel a little sad in my heart.
When I returned to the kitchen, I put on my rubber gloves and took a careful look inside the house. After I found that no one had come in, I began to carefully clean up the garbage, including used dishes, paper towels, cooking tools, etc., and put them all in. Put it in a large cardboard box and seal it with tape.
Then I took the mop and started cleaning, doing it very carefully. This was not due to excessive nervousness, but the professionalism of a professional young man.
After cleaning up, I glanced around the house and made sure nothing was missing. I lit various bills with a lighter and scattered the ashes in the corridor. Then I left with the cardboard box. When I got downstairs, I threw it directly in the big trash can. inside.
Standing downstairs in the community, I lit a cigarette and felt very hungry. I glanced down at my watch and was stunned.
"Fuck, it's half past one...it's over...it's over...before two o'clock, Sister Ma will have to kill me."
I looked at my watch and cursed, then trotted out of the community, took a taxi, and rushed in the direction of Ma Xiaoyou's studio.
"Master, hurry up, hurry up." I urged.
"Brother, this is a modern train, not a train. No matter how fast it goes, it won't go any faster." The driver is quite poor.
"I'm really anxious. I've made an appointment with a friend. You can take a detour and go wherever you want. It doesn't matter if you pay more." I said anxiously.
"There is no detour, Beijing is full of bridges surrounding the city, so be patient, brother." the master advised.
"...Well, GDP is so high every year, where has the money gone? Why don't we build roads?" I intervened speechlessly.
"Haha, just buy the pollution-free special water supply." The master said with a smile.
I was speechless.
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The other end.
At the door of Ma Xiaoyou's studio, a nanny car was parked below. There was a woman sitting in it, wearing sunglasses. She lowered her head and glanced at her watch, frowning and said: "There is no concept of time, it's already two ten minutes..." ."
"Sister Liu, who are we waiting for?" asked a young woman in uniform.
"...Delay the afternoon meeting for an hour." The woman replied in an unreasonable manner.
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On the street, there was a traffic jam ahead. I got angry and stretched my neck out of the car window, looking at the blocked vehicles in the distance. My heart was pounding, but I felt strange at the same time. I didn’t understand why the grumpy horse had long legs. , she hasn’t called me yet, this is not her character.
"When can we drive here?" I wrote in ink, then turned around and looked back in boredom, wanting to see how many cars were behind me.
"Uh-huh."
After I glanced back twice, and when I was about to retract my neck, I suddenly felt that I just saw a very familiar head. I frowned for a moment. I turned around and scanned twice more, but I couldn't find the familiar head. The target, a row of cars behind it, dazzled everyone watching.
"Hey, buddy, don't stick your head out. There's a camera in front of you. If it's caught, I'll be fined." the driver said.
"Oh, okay." I calmed down and nodded back.
After being stuck in traffic for more than ten minutes, the car returned to the main road again.
At 2:45 in the afternoon, I rushed to Ma Xiaoyou's studio and touched my straight little heart. I gritted my teeth and walked over, but after scanning around, I couldn't find Ma Xiaoyou.
"Angry."
I muttered to myself in confusion, took out my phone, and was about to call Ma Xiaoyou.
"Bang, bang,."
The door of the nanny car opened and a woman in uniform walked towards me.
"Hello, are you Youyou's friend?" the woman in uniform asked me.
"Oh, yes, you are her colleague." I asked doubtfully.
"No, but her mother wants to meet you." The woman in uniform said politely.
"Her mother."
I was immediately confused.
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