Feminism and donkeys

The atmosphere of this dinner was very low, and Qingxuan raised the topic several times, but they all ended in silence.There was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding on the table, and everyone present felt ashamed.

Zhimai's face stinks, Xunhui is still expressionless, and Qingxuan tastes like the rain is coming for no reason.

At the end, only Qingxuan went out to deliver Xunhui, and Zhimai was ping-pong in the kitchen, making a loud noise, which was even more exaggerated than the neighbor's house demolition on the weekend morning.

The car was parked downstairs, Xun Hui had her windbreaker pocket in her pocket, her long curly hair fluttering in the cold wind.

"Do you still remember the summer of the year of the college entrance examination?" Xun Hui leaned against the side of the car, lit a cigarette, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the clouds.

In the dark, Qingxuan was silent, except for a little spark, she couldn't see Xunhui's expression at all. When it came to the past, she didn't know whether the old man let go.

"I still want to make an artificial womb. If you are interested, you can come to me." Xun Hui seemed to think of something, and smiled with a bow.

Xun Hui lost her mother when she was young, and she failed the college entrance examination, but such a predicament still did not destroy her determination—she was still the proud Xun Hui.

Qingxuan froze in place, not knowing what expression to make. She remembered her promise under the starry sky, and replied after a while: "Okay."

There seemed to be water in Xunhui's eyes, and she pulled out a bright smile. She stubbed out the cigarette butt, and suddenly looked up to Qingxuan's back.Qingxuan also seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head suddenly, only to see a figure passing by the window sill.

Zhimai stared down through the anti-theft fence for a while, driving a limited-edition Rolls-Royce at such a young age, hmph, maybe borrowed from some sugar daddy and sugar mother from abroad.

She looked more and more angry, and her whole body was sour. What on earth were these two talking about for so long? Zhimai's face turned green when he thought that the two of them had to get along day and night as colleagues.

The moment she looked at Xun Hui, Zhimai's hair on the back of her neck stood up, she was so angry that she turned around and left, no longer following the situation below.

"Be careful on the road." Qing Xuan patted Xun Hui on the shoulder as a gesture of farewell.

"It's cold, remember to add more clothes." Xun Hui clenched Qingxuan's hand, then let go, raised his eyes to look deeply at her, then turned and got into the car.

Zhimai has been very angry these days, she can't completely stop the interaction between Qingxuan and Xunhui, and at the same time, she can't selfishly interfere with Qingxuan's human relationship in the name of girlfriend, except for worrying about her can not do this.

Fortunately, Qingxuan is very normal about weaving wheat, commuting to and from get off work on time, and leaving her non-working time for her, and the heart blocked by weaving wheat finally calmed down a little.

But she didn't give up and continued to inquire about Xun Hui. She read the resumes of new professors on the university's official website over and over again.

Zhimai watched Qingxuan go out resentfully every day, and refused to say what was wrong when she asked her. hug.

Fortunately, whenever I smooth the hair, Zhimai will get better again.

But there are exceptions.

Xunhui moved today, happy housewarming.

The new home is just across the door.

Zhimai's head was about to faint.

This is the most naked provocation.

Sima Zhaozhi's heart is well known to everyone. Isn't her intention clear enough for someone to move to the opposite side?

Zhimai doesn't want to go to the appointment, let alone Qingxuan.

But what is the reason? Do you want to just say "Your colleague wants to destroy our relationship, please cut off contact"?This is impossible.

This is so vexatious that Zhimai can't even say it.

Love is not about interfering with each other's freedom, Zhimai can only accompany Qingxuan to the door, gritted his teeth and prepared gifts.

I saw Xun Hui wearing a coat, leaning lazily against the door frame, and greeted them gracefully as soon as they came out. When the wind blew, the warm air from the central air conditioner brought her the scent of perfume.

Qingxuan felt faintly that the two of them were not dealing with each other since the last meal, so he specially chose a non-meal time to go there.

I wanted to put down the gift and leave, but I didn't expect the two to chat.

"Teacher Xun's decoration is really magnificent. It must have cost a lot of money." Zhimai took Qingxuan's arm and marveled at the expensive decoration on the wall.

"That's right, it was delivered when the full payment was made. I don't know much about these either."

Xun Hui took off her coat, and the silk suspenders reflected a subtle luster as she walked. She brushed her long hair behind her neck and began to sober up, her shoulders and arms were glowing white.

Zhimai's face darkened for a moment, then he put his broken hair behind his ears, and smiled again: "Teacher Xun is young and promising, unlike us, Xiaowo carefully calculates everywhere to barely make enough.

Thanks to the great help of the old lady, she especially supported me to live with my senior sister, otherwise we would have to save the down payment for a few more years. "

When Xun Hui heard the words, his movements froze.

"Stay here for a meal, I didn't thank you enough for the meal last time." Xun Hui raised his head and looked straight at Qingxuan.

Qingxuan's scalp was numb, and he endured the conversation between the two of them, and now it was finally his turn to speak out, and he lifted his spirits: "Another day, the boss decided that the brothers and sisters will have a party at the same door. .The gift was also prepared in a hurry, so I hope you don’t feel disgusted.”

Xunhui didn't make a sound.

Qingxuan scratched his face, a little embarrassed that he didn't get a reply after a long time.

It was Zhimai who picked her up and said with a smile: "Then don't bother Mr. Xun today, come and play at home when you have time."

She went out with Qingxuan on her arm, and as soon as the door closed, Zhimai shook off her arm and walked forward angrily.

Qingxuan seemed to understand something, she couldn't help laughing, and thought Zhimai was very cute.

She stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhimai's shoulder, and flicked Zhimai's forehead with her fingers in a circle.

Zhimai covered his forehead, and looked at Qingxuan angrily, with a long face.

Qingxuan took her hand, was thrown away by her, held again, was thrown away again, after repeated repetitions, Zhimai finally stopped resisting.

He just turned his head and pointed the back of his head at Qingxuan, with a look of ignorance, which made Qingxuan think of the puffed puffer fish covered in spines in cartoons.

Qingxuan tried his best to suppress the twitching corner of his mouth, and suppressed a smile: "Don't think too much, Xun Hui and I have been friends for many years."

Zhimai did not respond.

Qingxuan went around to her, holding Zhimai's face, his eyes seemed to look into her heart: "I don't like her, I like you."

Zhimai didn't speak, but pouted for a long time, as if she was about to shed tears: "Really, but she is so beautiful, and she wears a famous watch and drives a luxury car."

Qingxuan stood on tiptoe and kissed her forehead lightly: "Really."

Otherwise, she wouldn't specifically say that the reunion of the brothers and sisters is today, and that the sisters are more important.

"Besides, liking to buy, buy and buy doesn't mean anything."

Qingxuan continued to coax, patted Zhimai on the back, and in order to avoid too much entanglement with his junior sister, he immediately changed the subject and explained the horror of the consumerism trap.

"Real freedom and equality cannot be bought by copying the consumption logic of male culture and capitalism. The emergence and overall expression of women's subjects should be presented in the field of production."

Only women have mastered the productive forces and entered the society to play basic, fundamental, and indispensable roles. Civil servants, doctors, lawyers, journalists, programmers, entrepreneurs, etc., hold the throat of the country's destiny as a majority. The power it brings is solid and permanent.

"So, our weaving wheat is not bad! How many papers does the big doctor plan to send out for graduation?" Qing Xuan touched Zhimai's head with a smile, and just missed putting a little red flower on her.

After Zhimai was smoothed, he hugged Qingxuan and rested his head on her shoulder and neck.

Where Qingxuan didn't see it, Zhimai's expression changed, she gritted her teeth viciously, is the suspender sexy, who can't wear it.