"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Liu Ziguang asked. When he spoke, a stream of white air came out of his mouth, which showed how cold the weather was...
"It won't take long, just a while." Xiaoxue said happily and stamped her feet. It seemed that her feet were numb when she stood.
"The clothes your father brought for you." Liu Ziguang raised the snakeskin bag in his hand, but did not mean to hand it to Xiaoxue because the bag was too heavy and he was afraid that Xiaoxue would not be able to carry it.
"Uncle, you haven't eaten yet. I'll treat you to dinner. The canteen in our school is nice and cheap." Xiaoxue looked at Liu Ziguang eagerly, bouncing her feet unconsciously, for fear that her uncle would refuse.
Liu Ziguang originally didn't want to cause trouble to Xiaoxue, but when he saw her expression, he smiled heartily and said, "Okay, it won't be rice noodles again."
Xiaoxue blushed and said, "No, the cafeteria has everything, including stir-fried vegetables, dumplings, and snacks."
"Okay, uncle, please eat." Liu Ziguang put the snakeskin bag on his shoulder and walked towards the canteen in the distance. Xiaoxue followed happily and jumped behind, chirping like a bird.
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"Uncle, let me treat you. Our canteen is not open to the public, and you need to use a card to buy food."
"Uncle, what do you want to eat? There is a master chef in the cafeteria who makes delicious fried rice..."
The cafeteria of Beiqing University is very grand and can accommodate thousands of people dining at the same time. It is already past dinner time, so there are not many people dining. Many windows are closed. There are only a few people queuing up. The smell of cooking fumes is tangy.
Come here, look at the rows of dining tables and colorful plastic seats, and you can imagine the spectacular scene here during the day.
Liu Ziguang found a seat and sat down. Xiaoxue was running around with her card, swiping her card to buy meals. The master chef at the window seemed to be familiar with her and said hello: "Xue, is there someone at home?"
"Well, Master Zhang, it was my uncle who brought me winter clothes." Xiaoxue answered happily.
When he saw two bowls of wontons, one pan-fried dish, one bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, and one portion of fried beef river appearing on the table, Liu Ziguang was surprised and said: "Oh, Xiaoxue, you want to kill uncle."
Xiaoxue laughed happily: "I know that uncle has a big appetite, so I bought a few more portions. If there is not enough for us to order more, I still have money in my card."
While eating, we talked about Xiaoxue's study and life. Wen Xue told Liu Ziguang that she was very used to the life here. The teachers and classmates were very good to her. The school also arranged a work-study opportunity for her, and she worked in the cafeteria every day.
Bowl, I can earn 500 yuan a month.
Liu Ziguang noticed that Xiaoxue's hands were as red as radishes, and he felt sad and said: "If you need money, call your uncle, don't make yourself miserable."
Xiaoxue retracted her hands under the table and said with a smile: "I'm not tired. I don't wash dishes and cook every day at home. These tasks are not difficult for me. Besides, this can be regarded as social practice. Other students want to have this
Opportunities are hard to come by.”
"That's it, then uncle, don't worry. By the way, I have some money here, which your father gave you." Liu Ziguang took out his wallet and took out a wad of bills from it without looking at it and put it on the table.
Xiaoxue didn't move, looked at Liu Ziguang and said, "Uncle, I can't take your money."
"This is what your father gave you." Liu Ziguang said.
"Uncle is lying. I have already brought enough living expenses when school starts. My father will not give me any additional money. If it is really my father who gave it to me, how much do you think it is?"
Liu Ziguang was at a loss for words. This girl was so smart that she couldn't be fooled.
"That's what uncle gave you, okay? Take it."
"Uncle, I really can't do it. I'm an adult now, no longer a high school student. I want to find a way on my own..." Xiaoxue's voice became lower and lower, but her meaning was very determined.
Liu Ziguang had no choice but to put away the money and said: "Haha, Xiaoxue is becoming more and more assertive."
After eating, Liu Ziguang looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late. Let me help you take your things back to the dormitory."
"No, uncle, I will take it back on my bicycle later. I won't see you off. If you don't work again, Master Zhang will be angry." Xiaoxue pointed at the fat man in a white chef's uniform in the window and stuck out his tongue.
"Okay, uncle, let's go first."
"Well, uncle, walk slowly. Thank you, uncle. Goodbye."
After watching Liu Ziguang leave, Xiaoxue began to clear away the tableware on the table. She moved very quickly. She wiped the table and put away the tableware, folded the remaining soup and water together, walked into the kitchen with a tall pile of dinner plates, and began to wash the dishes.
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"Xue, this is the leftover pancake. Take it back for breakfast. You can lock the door later. I'll leave first." Master Zhang said and put a bag of pancake on the table.
"Hey, don't worry, leave this to me." Xiaoxue agreed crisply.
After washing the dishes and sweeping up the garbage on the floor, Xiaoxue picked up the mop and mopped the floor clean. After doing all this, there were beads of sweat on her forehead. She pushed out a towel from the corner of the kitchen.
He picked up a small bicycle, tied the snakeskin bag on the back seat, tied the bag of fried food to the handlebars, locked the kitchen door, and rode away briskly.
After returning to the dormitory, it was already very late. Xiaoxue locked her bicycle and carried the snakeskin bag upstairs with difficulty. The dormitory administrator aunt came up quickly to help: "Wenxue, how can you resist such a big bag?"
"Aunt Chen, these are the clothes my family brought me."
"Oh, the cold wave is coming, so be careful not to catch a cold."
With the help of Aunt Chen, Xiaoxue carried the snakeskin bag into the dormitory. All three roommates were there, but only the girl from Inner Mongolia who lived on the bunk above Xiaoxue came down to help her, while the other two girls looked askance.
This huge snakeskin bag has a face full of disdain.
The snakeskin bag was stuffed to the brim with a quilt, a blanket, a down jacket, a sweater, cotton shoes, and a military coat.
"Wen Xue, why did your father send you so many things? The school sells quilts and blankets, and this military coat, it must be from that period, it's so old." A girl from Inner Mongolia named Lu Jin is a cheerful girl.
A tall and enthusiastic girl who has a good relationship with Wen Xue.
"It's not that old. It was issued by my father when he was in the army. I wore it all the time in high school during evening self-study, and it kept me warm." Xiaoxue said with a smile.
"You'd better dry these things before bringing them in, otherwise there will be fleas in the dormitory." The girl from Shanghai named Ning Xiner was sitting next to the window, and she said to Wen Xue with undisguised disdain on her face.
"There are no fleas in the clothes and quilts." Wen Xue explained.
"There are no fleas and a musty smell. Please, the dormitory is everyone's dormitory, not yours alone. Can you be a little more ethical?" Ning Xiner sneered.
"There is no musty smell, it only smells of mothballs." Only Lu Jin helped Wen Xue speak, and another classmate from Zhejiang only played on his mobile phone and sent messages, ignoring them.
"Forget it, I might as well take it out to dry overnight." Wen Xue bit her lip, picked up the military coat and went out.
"Ning Hu Ning." Ning Xiner muttered in a low voice and continued to comb her hair in front of the mirror. Suddenly she shrugged her nose and asked, "What does it smell like?"
"What else could it taste like? Our needy households are bringing leftovers again." Wang Yueqi, a classmate from Zhejiang Province, put down her phone and glanced at the fried buns on Xiaoxue's table.
"Oh, I really can't stand it. If it weren't for the tension in the dormitory, I wouldn't live with her." Ning Xiner shook her long hair and changed a pleasant topic: "Wang Yueqi, do you know which one is better, Zhu Yufeng or Han Bing?
What about the school idol?"
"Of course it's Zhu Yufeng. He's so tall, he plays basketball so handsomely, and his car is so cool. He looks domineering."
Wang Yueqi put down her phone and said with a look of infatuation.
"It's just a Land Cruiser FJ. It's so worthless to confuse you like that." Ning Xiner hated her and poked Wang Yueqi on the forehead.
"What does Han Bing have? He doesn't even have a car, and he is too thin." Wang Yueqi said unconvinced.
Ning Xiner sneered and said: "Do you know what kind of car Han Bing came to report in? Mercedes-Benz S600. That's secondary. The most important thing is the license plate number. Forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you. As for being thin, then
It’s called Japanese style, do you understand?”
"So what? Han Bing disappeared without a trace just a few days after school started. Maybe he has dropped out of school." Wang Yueqi said.
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Han Bing's family has something to do and he went abroad. His leave was specially approved by the department director. I think he will be back soon."
"Really? Then you girls from the Foreign Languages School must be crazy."
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At 5:30 in the morning, when the campus was still shrouded in cold mist, Wen Xue got up quietly, washed himself with cold water, poured a teacup of hot water, ate a few fried pancakes, and then picked something from the closet.
I put on some thicker clothes, hurried downstairs, and rode my bicycle to the canteen to go to work.
There were already some early-rising classmates reciting English or doing morning exercises on campus. Xiaoxue was pedaling her bicycle, sprinkling a string of silver bells, and galloping down the path. A tall, thin, handsome boy came running towards him, wearing a slick suit.
He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sports shorts, and his snow-white sneakers were stained with morning dew. Seeing Xiaoxue passing by like the wind, the boy couldn't help but stop, hesitated for a few seconds, and then started running after Xiaoxue's bicycle.
Xiaoxue rushed to the canteen in a hurry, locked her bicycle and ran in. She said sheepishly: "Master Zhang, I'm late again."
Master Zhang said: "It's okay. There aren't many people eating breakfast anyway. You hold on to it first while I go to the latrine." He picked up a newspaper and ran to the toilet.
Xiaoxue put on her white sleeves and stood by the window. It was not the breakfast rush hour yet, and there were only a few people in the cafeteria. Suddenly, a handsome young man walked up to the window and said, "Hello, I want to buy a meal."
fry."
"Okay, your card." Xiaoxue lowered her head and opened the card swiper, then reached out to pick up the card.
"I don't have a card." The handsome guy was a little confused, and then he reached into his pocket and fumbled around, but only pulled out a few euro coins.
"I'm sorry, I..." The handsome guy took this into consideration, and beads of sweat formed on the tip of his nose.
Xiaoxue took out her card and swiped it, put a piece of fried food in a plastic bag and handed it over: "It's okay, this is your fried food."
Only then did she raise her head and look over, and was suddenly stunned. This boy looked so familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.