"I think I should go." he said.
"The path should be clear." She said," I heard that they went to plow."
He nodded. " Thank you…for everything."
This awkward little exchange told them that returning to the country was just not an easy thing to be friends with. He still loved her. He saw a girl who was scared and confused. He would take advantage of her. She saw herself as a girl leading a decent guy with her and then throwing him out with cold water. They had all gone mad on their own, not for better, not for more. The ones who failed were not only themselves, but others.
"Yes, yes. Goodbye." Luo Chong said to Xiao Min.
"Yeah, goodbye." she said.
He hesitated for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, looking into her unreadable eyes. Xiao Min looked at him expectantly, hoping that he would say more things that would give him the right. Luo Chong couldn't think of anything. It only lasted for half a breath, a moment of slight uncertainty, and a moment of hesitation. From Xiao Min's turn away to his eyes, his hands tightened around the doorknob. He refused.
Luo Chong opened the door to the blast furnace before Xiao Min consumed the cold air. He closed it behind him. She leaned against the counter, her eyes burning. Xiao Min rubbed their irritability and didn't want to cry. She heard Luo Chong's truck start and heard his truck fight out of the lane. She watched as he retrieved his truck from the back and walked out with a shovel of clear snow. After spinning his tires, he was free. She watched him disappear through the window. She let out a sigh and began to shed tears down her cheeks.
She felt so stupid; Luo Chong wanted to be with her, and she knew from what Wei Ming had deceived her. It should have been an easy decision. Why was she so stupid? But it was not easy. It wasn't easy being with Wei Ming. Nothing was simple with him. She did not understand why she was attracted to him. Luo Chong was constantly distracted, and the worst that could happen was a pleasant fantasy. Now, she had hurt him, she had hurt herself, and she wanted to destroy their friendship. She was filled with self-hatred.
Xiao Min left the kitchen, tears still clouding her eyes. She went upstairs to her bedroom. She tore the bedsheet and threw it from her bed into the washing machine. Then, she returned to her bedroom and picked up her phone. Her body tensed up as she called her friend, Yang Jiaqi. Picking up, picking up her head, she admitted as she listened to the dial tone. Her friend came to the sleepy voice on the line.
Yang Jiaqi said,"I have an incredibly sexy Swedish man here who is going to humiliate me, so this is more important."”
"I'm sorry." Xiao Min sobbed as she inserted her phone. "I'll call back later."
"Oh, God, Xiao Min, I'm sorry.”Yang Jiaqi said, her voice left behind by fatigue. "Is there anyone here? I was just joking. What happened?" she asked, her tone softening immediately.
Xiao Min gave her friend a tearful and incomplete version of what happened the day before, while Yang Jiaqi was the best. She comforted her over the phone. They talked for a long time, and Yang Jiaqi worked on more stories from Xiao Min's childhood, sympathized with her, and suggested the best she could. Xiao Min didn't tell her everything that had happened. She didn't tell Luo Chong that he had chased her to her house and didn't give her his name.
Yang Jiaqi, Xiao Min was hiding information. Usually, she didn't call her ball-form to fight with Wei Ming like this, and putting her into this state was not enough for a malfunctioning vehicle. They had always been best friends in middle school. Yang Jiaqi had already known what was bothering her friend through a lot of time together. It must be a bad thing if she didn't tell her. She also knew that it was better than following Xiao Min's message. She only turned her off if she tried. On the contrary, when she heard it, she called to comfort her.
" Listen," Yang Jiaqi said, finally. "I have to go to work. How about it? After I stop, we can talk more, okay?”
Xiao Min took a deep breath, feeling exhausted.
"Alright then." she said.
"I can do dubbing for no reason." She said that her friend used her nickname. "As long as we don't talk about Wei Ming, okay?”
"Alright then." Xiao Min said.
"I love you." Yang Jiaqi said.
"I love you too." she answered.
"F * ck you!"
An exclamation mark sounded through the store, causing heads to turn.
" Yang Jiaqi, calm down…" Ben began.
"I won't do it!" Yang Jiaqi shouted as she rushed into her manager's office.
She entered the room with a long tube of staff. "I don't need this dog shit." she murmured to herself as she collected her belongings.
Yang Jiaqi tore her uniform off her head as if it was fire, and in a fit of anger threw it on the table. Now, her ex-colleague Al-Chosen walked in at that moment and found that she was only wearing her bra from the waist up. Her impressive bust was full, and she strode angrily like a caged animal, with gorgeous tattoos visible along her wings. His eyes widened. Yang Jiaqi turned around and glared at him.
"Take a photo." she snapped.
The old gentleman looked into the distance. Yang Jiaqi dug into her gym bag and found a T-shirt. Impolite customer. In a fit of anger, she thought to herself, I love you so much. She put the T-shirt on her head, pulled her long brown hair out of her head hole and fiddled with it until it went smoothly. Al. turned and looked at the angry black hair. She tore her card into her pocket and put it on the table with her shirt.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Ben told me that I was being treated rudely by a customer.”Yang Jiaqi replied angrily. "This is a joke! I know her! She comes to me all the time and requests, especially because she likes me!”
She put on her feet, her black flat and high boots.
"You mean Madam Giordano?”he asked.
"Yeah," she said, pulling on her coat.
" I can go talk to him…" he began.
Yang Jiaqi's voice. "Damn it, everything I've done, even if you're not such a bad old man.”she said.
Aluminium grinned sheepishly." Thank you.”
She hugged him briefly as an apology before snapping goodbye. Yang Jiaqi put her gym bag on her shoulder and left the lounge. She walked through the aisle of the drug store, deliberately avoiding the cosmetics department because she might meet a client, and she knew that with her mental state, she might say something she would regret. She was in front, waving goodbye to Alice through cash.
"Yang Jiaqi Cosmetics, Yang Jiaqi Cosmetics.”When she arrived at her colleague's office, the omnipresent voice amplification system interrupted the mind-numbing music and entered the store.
They would wait a long time for her to respond to this call. Yang Jiaqi entered the parking lot through the sliding door. She got into her car, went to the back to put her bag, and sat in the driver's seat. A series of violent profanities left her mouth, and she beat her hands against the steering wheel. She needed that job, she did the commission, she had been selling really well. The day before, the biggest shopping day of the year, Christmas Eve, she wasn't planning to cash in.
"F * ck him." she murmured to herself as she fired the engine of her car.
As the music played, she put on her seatbelt. She opened her glove box and grabbed her sunglasses, transferring them to the drive before tearing up her parking space. Her tires kicked as she sped up, the snow and melting snow on the road heading towards her. Yang Jiaqi decided to go straight to Xiao Min's house and turn around to leave, instead of the right way, as she usually would.
After a few brave lane changes and a few angry horn toot, she, Yang Jiaqi, entered one of the busiest streets on the north side of Second Street. She strapped her lungs and turned on the car radio, and she found that singing to Alice Cooper's Go to Hell was very draining. It didn't show that her voice was very good, but the lyrics were familiar and extra exciting, and she added to every You Can Go to Hell, and it felt better to have her. When she got to the side road leading to Xiao Min's house, she started to have problems with her car. They didn't plow the main artery like they did.
She struggled against Xiao Min's house and found that the paved road had been shoveled. Yang Jiaqi stopped, turned the key, and the sound instantly disappeared. Xiao Min was inside, covered in sweat as she walked down the road from the shovel, but she was happy with the physical exertion and the distractions provided by the chore. She had just peeled it off and stepped under the showerhead, the sweat from the washing machine was pouring out of her body, letting the water jet work nervously on her muscles.
Xiao Min turned her head up, opened her mouth, let it fill with water, and then read her full lips and expelled a steady stream. She turned and walked away, the water from the spray affecting her back and running along the curve of her body, her butt swelling. A trickle of rinsing water flowed down her round buttocks, tightly hugging the back of her thighs as it trailed along the back of her knees and calves before finally reaching her feet and went down the drain.
Although she slept well, she felt exhausted, and her head hurt terribly, but she had taken it downstairs a few minutes ago, and the adrenaline had started to help. Xiao Min combed through her wet hair and gathered it on her shoulders. Then, she grabbed her shampoo. She squeezed the water droplets out of her hair and used her long black lock before washing it. Then she repeated the process, and her air conditioner built up a good foam.
She gently massaged her scalp, the heat of the luxurious water. Xiao Min had been so hot, turning her skin pink and filling it with steam. She rinsed her hair conditioner and grabbed her loofah. She pinched her body and washed it, and began to clean her red form. Xiao Min let herself become lost in her cleaning etiquette and forgot about Wei Ming and Luo Chong, pushing back the memories of the night before, bringing them to her chaotic thoughts.
Xiao Min pulled the shower head from its holder to the wall and rinsed herself. The foam ran down her lively jade peaks and down her flat abdomen. She lifted her leg, her foot resting on the side of the bathtub, her lathered body low, a sudden flash stealing her calf massage, making her bite her lip nervously. She was a soldier, but unfortunately, she had forgotten about the memories that were intact after drinking.
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