Feminism and donkeys

Now that the two meet again, there is too much estrangement between them.

Time has lengthened the distance and blurred memory, the current Xunhui looks much more approachable, after all, it is different from the arrogant girl before.

Xun Hui took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Do you still remember xx?"

"Who?" The moment Qingxuan heard the name, he felt a sense of strangeness and a little familiarity. After thinking for a while, "Is it the classmate who works in real estate at home?"

Xunhui didn't miss every trace of Qingxuan's expression, and after getting the answer in his heart, a smile appeared in his eyes: "He once liked you, and the classmates in the class used to vote between you and me, which helped you a lot at that time." The ticket is much higher than mine."

When Xun Hui talked about this incident, his mood did not fluctuate, and he even felt amused when he thought of himself who was angry for such a trivial matter.

"Really? There is such a thing?" Qingxuan was shocked. He seemed to like him a little back then, but he didn't expect him to like himself.It took her a long time to react, and she said helplessly, "I only found out about this now."

In fact, the male classmate didn't tease Qingxuan for fun at the beginning, but wanted to claim credit in front of her with the result of canvassing.

A teenager's confession is a good thing, but also a prudent thing.

Maybe it was because of the booing of the boys group, or the exaggeration of being exasperated, so I recklessly chose an inappropriate time and place, and I didn’t prepare a good draft under impulse, which made the confession taste sour as soon as I said it, but it’s too late to regret it up.

He could have chosen to find another time to explain, but he didn't.

Xun Hui was able to guess the boy's mind, nothing more than to show the reason for his soliciting votes, and wanted to win in one fell swoop when the other party was moved and surprised.It's a pity that the timing was wrong, otherwise it would be another two-way story.He gave up after trying once and failing.

Xun Hui no longer has the shame of being humiliated at the beginning, but just misses the naive, young and fearless years.

I also feel that the gears of fate are precise and miraculous. What happened back then was really ingenious, like a butterfly flapping its wings that caused a series of chain reactions.

If it wasn't for someone being smart enough to confess in public, and I happened to hear her answer, Xun Hui wouldn't have paid extra attention to her

When Xunhui returned to China this time, he really came here for Qingxuan, both for public and private reasons.

Let's hope it's not too late this time, she thought.

In order to maintain a good impression of Qingxuan in the hearts of his colleagues, Zhimai would bring some snacks or fruits to everyone every time he visited Qingxuan at school. His mouth was very sweet, and he came prepared today.

Qingxuan's high school classmate is called Xunhui, and she wears the latest famous brand of the season, which is very eye-catching. She is tall, slender, fair-skinned and beautiful, and she is knowledgeable and interesting in dealing with people. Kind look.

Everything is very normal.

Zhimai grinned, and sincerely invited Xunhui to sit at home so that he could continue to observe.

Xun Hui readily agreed, and seemed not surprised that they lived together, presumably Qing Xuan had already briefly described her current life to her.

After arriving home, Zhimai warmly greeted the guests and fumbled around, showing the friendship of the host, as if returning to the home court, showing the attitude of the host.

Xun Hui just smiled and didn't speak.

Qingxuan felt that the wheat weavers were a little too active and enthusiastic today, not that it was bad, but she didn't seem to stop for a quarter of an hour, either washing the fruit or starting to choose vegetables for cooking, busy taking care of the two of them.

"Is there any taboo for Teacher Xun?" Zhimai put on his apron, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to fire.

"No." Xun Hui shook his head.

"Oh, that's really great. Unlike my senior sister, I don't eat this or that every day, I don't eat water, I don't eat fat meat, I don't eat cabbage, and I don't eat pickled products. I have a headache every day when I buy vegetables. You judge, how do you live this way?"

After Zhimai finished speaking, he turned around, his voice continued to pass from the kitchen into the living room, and he continued to babble about Qingxuan's small shortcomings in life, such as kicking shoes in the hallway when he stepped on them, never putting them in the closet, certain clothes would not When I wear clothes, I always have to find her to find them, and when I eat, I always pick out half of the dishes and put them in her bowl.

Xun Hui lowered his head, his expression unpredictable.

Qingxuan's face was a little embarrassed, and after sitting for a while, he seemed to be unable to listen anymore, got up and went into the kitchen to help, trying to change the subject and interrupt Zhimai.

Zhimai knew it was Qingxuan as soon as she heard the footsteps, she shrugged her shoulders and secretly smiled, showing a triumphant expression.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, we can go out to eat." Qingxuan didn't understand, but he just wanted to get to know each other, so he could have a casual meal.

"How can this be the same? Invite people to your home to show your heart.

She is your deskmate in high school and a new colleague who returned from studying abroad. She is indeed faster than our local bloggers. In the future, you may have to rely on her to help you in your work. I can think of you well in anything. "

Zhimai drew a clear line in a few words, expressing the difference between closeness and estrangement, Xunhui and them are not the same, and finally rubbed Qingxuan with his shoulder, "You think so."

She proudly directed Qingxuan to wash and chop vegetables, and hummed a song, feeling good.

Qingxuan nodded in response, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Xun Hui standing outside the kitchen, and he didn't know how long he had been listening.

Zhimai also saw it, he was taken aback, and immediately realized: "Why is Teacher Xun here, you go and sit down."

"I'm bored just sitting around, so I just wanted to come over and see what I can do to help."

Xunhui smiled a little embarrassedly, folded his arms and said to Qingxuan, humbly and decently, "Today is indeed too abrupt, I have nothing to prepare, why do I keep waiting for a good meal."

"It's okay, you go and sit down, how dare you ask the guests to do these things, we are fine here." Qingxuan wiped his hands, making gestures to push Xun Hui out.

If it was a usual guest, Zhimai would definitely drive Qingxuan out of the kitchen and ask Qingxuan to accompany the guests to relieve boredom.

But not today, although Xun Hui's words and deeds are impeccable and seem to be very normal, but Zhimai feels uncomfortable.

Perhaps because of jealousy that Xunhui is more beautiful and richer, the expensive clothes are well cut, and the money wraps up a special beauty, Zhimai feels very tight in the chest.

Consumption smooths out gender differences, and the prominence of women's identity is related to their purchasing power and spending power.

The willingness to purchase and the ability to pay determine market demand, as if the power derived from consumption can differentiate women of different classes.

The two of them talked and laughed while Yan Yan pushed and pushed, Zhimai's mood became more and more depressed the more he listened, didn't he just like to buy luxury goods with a little money.

She repeatedly said to herself, it's okay, it's okay, the sense of power brought by consumption is false and short-lived.

But she couldn't seem to convince herself, she was breathing heavily, and the kitchen knife in her hand was getting more and more urgent.

With Zhimai's scream of "ah", the two of them turned their heads suddenly in fright.

Qingxuan immediately ran to Zhimai's side.

It turned out that weaving wheat accidentally cut his finger, and the red blood flowed out, which was very scary.Qingxuan no longer hesitated, and put his finger in his mouth directly.

Zhimai was stunned, how many bacteria are on this hand, why does the senior sister not want to suck it directly, why is the child-like problem still not corrected now that she is almost 30 years old.

She was anxious, and just about to pull it out suddenly, but caught Xun Hui's gloomy expression.

Sure enough, this look is wrong.

The so-called high school classmate has a secret affection for the senior sister. I can't understand this kind of jealous look in his eyes.

Zhimai looked coldly at Xunhui, then at Qingxuan, his eyes alternated between the two, his mood was complicated and angry, as if something was about to explode.

Does the senior sister know how many mad bees and butterflies she has attracted, and does she know that she is also a "family" person?

She stared at Xunhui in warning, their relationship was already obvious, and she hoped that after today Xunhui could clarify her identity and retreat despite difficulties.

Xun Hui noticed her gaze, turned his head slightly, took off his glasses and smiled at her.

Xun Hui's action instantly ignited Zhimai's anger.

Zhimai gritted her teeth, what did she think of herself, now that the underdogs dare to blatantly protest against the original partner?

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I think it’s better to post it in one breath, alas, no one pinches it