Jiang Chunhui said gently to Sang Xiaoyu: "Are you a little hungry now? I will take you to a good place."
He looked at his watch and said, "It's just a little early."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "If it's a small restaurant, I'm willing to go. If it's a big hotel, I won't go. It's not enough to lose your share."
Jiang Chunhui curled his lips, turned around and pretended to look at her carefully and said mischievously: "That's true."
Sang Xiaoyu was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "I made a profit today! It took me five or six days to sell the fruits, wine and cigarettes, and I also rode in such a high-end car. I took half a day off, it was worth it!"
Jiang Chunhui said with great emotion: "I said you have changed, but you have really changed. If I had said this to you in the past, you would have turned against me long ago."
Sang Xiaoyu shrugged and said, "You and I are telling the truth, so what's the point of getting angry? The original Sang Xiaoyu is gone long ago. The me that I was back then is simply out of touch with the world."
Jiang Chunhui turned to look at him again and said, "I have an idea. Can you just listen to me all day today?" After saying that, regardless of whether she agreed or not, he turned the car around and rushed out with full power.
Sang Xiaoyu thought, today's goods have been sold anyway, so just take what he said and enjoy life.
He didn't say anything, and regardless of the direction, the car turned on full power and drove off.
The two of them had been out for too long just now and seemed to have reached the outskirts of the city.
On the way back, a black car drove along the river. The two of them were not talking, both were meditating. Jiang Chunhui turned on the stereo in the car, and a song came out:
I kept asking when will you come with me?
But you always laugh at me for having nothing
I want to give you my pursuit and my freedom
But you always laugh at me for having nothing
Oh...when will you come with me?
The ground beneath my feet is moving, and the water around me is flowing.
But you always laugh at me for having nothing
Why do you never laugh enough? Why do I always pursue you?
Will I always have nothing in front of you?
Tell you I've been waiting for a long time to tell you my last request
I want to grab your hands and follow me now
At this time your hands are trembling and at this time your tears are flowing
Could it be that you are telling me that you love me for nothing?
Oh... just follow me now
In the middle of the song, Jiang Chunhui wanted to change the song, but Sang Xiaoyu waved her hand, and she said it was fine, as if she was talking about me.
What else did Jiang Chunhui want to talk about? He saw that Sang Xiaoyu was sleepy and couldn't bear to disturb her.
She really fell asleep.
Jiang Chunhui parked the car in a busy place and turned down the music in the car. Seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was not sleeping well, he wanted to flatten the armchair, but Sang Xiaoyu woke up.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Chunhui asked.
Sang Xiaoyu said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I fell asleep. I go to bed when I have some time now, but I always feel that I don't get enough sleep."
It wasn't until she got off the bus that Sang Xiaoyu knew that Jiang Chunhui had taken her to the city's largest bathing center called "Xiangmi Lake", which integrates catering, bathing, beauty, fitness, and foot soaking.
After getting out of the car, Sang Xiaoyu lost the confidence she had in the car. How could a person like her in plain clothes get in here.
Although it was morning and there were not many people, the contrast between the two of them was really huge.
Jiang Chunhui is wearing a suit and leather shoes, and is full of style. His clothes, watches, and cars perfectly reflect that he is a successful person with a successful career. In addition, he has a gentleman's style that he has been exposed to for a long time. Every gesture and gesture reflects his style.
Look at Sang Xiaoyu again, a muddy and greasy cotton coat with an unclear color; a pair of crooked black cotton shoes; and a shaggy head that is seldom taken care of.
There is a line hanging around the neck, and two yellow military gloves are swinging from side to side, looking as miserable as possible.
Even Jiang Chunhui was not calm anymore. He wanted to drag Sang Xiaoyu into the hotel quickly.
Sang Xiaoyu dodged and let him go first.
Sang Xiaoyu thought that if she barged in, the security guards at the door would treat her as a beggar and kick her out. Now next to Jiang Chunhui, she still looked like a beggar wagging her tail for mercy.
Sang Xiaoyu stopped and said she didn't want to go in. She couldn't stand the contemptuous look from the receptionist at the door.
Jiang Chunhui didn't show any distaste, turned around and pulled her, and walked into the store openly.
Sang Xiaoyu said, "Do you want me to make a fool of myself?" She glared at him angrily.
Jiang Chunhui smiled and said: "I want you to enjoy modern life, but you are out of touch. Come on, listen to me."
All eyes were on her like searchlights. Jiang Chunhui pretended to be calm and held her hand, while Sang Xiaoyu lowered her head and bent over, happy for others to see her expression.
Entered the hall, collected two keys, and left the shoes.
Sang Xiaoyu followed Jiang Chunhui's instructions mechanically. She didn't think it was enjoyment, it was simply suffering.
The waiter who collected her shoes used a hook to hook up her shoes, but still couldn't hide the disgust on her face.
Under the strange eyes, Jiang Chunhui took care of Sang Xiaoyu calmly.
When entering the women's bath, Jiang Chunhui took the trouble to tell her:
"When you finish bathing, be sure not to put on your clothes. There are ready-made clothes in the bath. After putting them on, come to me in the private room on the second floor. The room number I booked is 888. Do you remember it?"
Sang Xiaoyu nodded indiscriminately, feeling incoherently in a panic. Under the sideways gaze of the waiter, he nodded frequently.
How long has it been since you took a shower? Sang Xiaoyu can’t even remember.
In the summer, she just wipes it in her house casually. In the winter, she washes it once a month, but sometimes it's not even.
She took off her clothes one by one in the dressing room, and the waiters and customers secretly looked at her with curious eyes.
Their faces were full of questions, why did this woman come to such a place? Is she mentally ill?
When they saw her taking off her coat, they were even more curious. Then they saw Sang Xiaoyu's underwear was covered with patches, and they began to whisper to each other.
Sang Xiaoyu bought new underwear during the Spring Festival. She only wore it for three days before reluctantly putting it away. After putting on the old underwear, she felt at ease.
It was under their gaze that she stripped off her clothes piece by piece and entered the bathroom under their guidance.
It's not leisure time now, there are very few people.
When she entered, there were two other women, so they simply wiped themselves and went out.
Sang Xiaoyu imitated their example and stood under the faucet. For the first time, she knew that water would not flow out when no one was around.
When the water hit her body, tears mixed with the water from the shower and flowed down. She didn't feel wronged, but felt that she was too far away from such a life.
Three whole years.
Sang Xiaoyu felt that the world was changing too fast. She used to frequent such places. Of course, her husband Cheng Weize brought her here. At that time, she was calm and confident, which was completely different from now.
People say that the ugly duckling will eventually become a swan, but I turned from a swan into an ugly duckling.