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"Sister, this is soy milk pancake, and this is milk sandwich. Which one do you like?"
Just finished washing up, Zhong Qing was about to say "bought too much," but the thought of the 23,000 yuan rang in his mind. Oh well! He picked up the soy milk and took a big sip. The man smiled slightly and quietly began to eat his milk sandwich.
"Name."
"Ah?"
"I'm asking what your name is."
"My name is Tunan!"
"Hmm?"
"Shouldering the blue sky, not knowing the end of life, only then can one wander freely today."
"Oh, 'The Carefree Wanderer,' your parents are quite cultured."
"Hehe~"
"The service industry nowadays is really strange. It's the first time I've heard of boyfriends being sold in packages."
"Sister, what we're doing is legitimate business, not selling."
"I spend money, you take money, isn't that just buying and selling?"
"Um... if you put it that way, it... does make sense."
"Oh, by the way, how old are you?"
"21."
"Cough... How old are you!? 21!?"
"Yeah! I'll be a senior when school starts in September."
Looking at the man in front of her, who was nine years younger than herself, no, he should be called a little brat, Zhong Qing felt an even stronger headache. She had never dreamed that one day she would "date" a younger boy, even if it was fake, she couldn't imagine it at all.
She thought about refunding the money immediately, but Yu Wan'er's WeChat message made this thought only last for a second.
【I warn you, dare to touch the refund, you know the consequences!】
Zhong Qing I wanted to struggle a bit, but when I remembered Yu Wan'er knocking down a vicious dog at the age of three, stepping on a male classmate at the age of five, and beating up a junior high school boy at the age of eight, and also remembered the countless black history that Yu Wan'er held in her hands from childhood to adulthood, I had to accept my fate, delete the three or four words I had just typed, and send a cute and obedient kneeling expression pack.
"Tunan, since the money has already been paid, let's just leave it at that. But I don't want to make a big deal out of it. We can just have a casual meal and watch a movie."
In fact, she even refused to have a meal and watch a movie Zhong Qing, after all, it was a great Saturday, and she had originally planned to sleep through it.
"Sister, this won't do. Today is your birthday."
"It's my birthday, I make the decisions. Working happily and earning money easily, isn't that good?"
"But sister..."
"What is it?"
"I've already arranged today's schedule."
"Now change it."
"Can't change."
"Why?"
"Paid projects, no replacements, final interpretation rights belong to the company."
Zhong Qing Swearing, if it weren't for Tunan's somewhat attractive appearance, the slippers on her feet would definitely fly towards that standard poker face.
05
A one-shoulder red dress that reaches the knees reveals a horizontal collarbone line, while the semi-long red paper crane earrings fill the blank space of the shoulders and neck. The visual effect is just right, not too full or too flat. The 10-centimeter light red velvet lace-up high heels on the feet complement the dress perfectly.
Zhong Qing The moment I walked out of the bedroom, I caught the surprise in the eyes of the younger man, and no woman would refuse to enjoy the satisfaction of this moment.
"Is it beautiful?"
"Mmm! Looks great! But sis, are you sure you want to go out dressed like this?"
"Of course, if I don't dress up nicely, I won't feel good about the 23,000 yuan I spent. Let's go, no more nonsense!"
Two hours later, as soon as she got out of the car, Zhong Qing's high heels sank deeply into the soft mud. She regretted deeply why she didn't ask a few more questions before leaving. Looking at the cotton fields that stretched for more than ten acres in front of her, she was speechless.
"Yu Wan'er!"
"Tsk, why are you calling again? Shouldn't you be enjoying the grand gift?"
"Enjoy my foot! Look at what kind of package you bought!"
"It's something like 'drinking and talking about mulberry and hemp.' I thought it would be an elegant way to drink, talk about love, and chat."
"You, as a science and engineering girl! It's about drinking, talking about love! 'Sangma' refers to agricultural work. I took a two-hour drive and ended up being dragged to the outskirts of Shanghai to pick cotton. Can you believe it?"
A three-second silence passed as an invisible crow flew by, and then explosive laughter erupted from the phone, igniting the chaotic pile of firewood that had been accumulating in Zhong Qing's heart all morning.
"I'm heading home now. You can enjoy the 23,000 all by yourself!"
"You dare! The high-speed train from Hangzhou to Shanghai only takes one hour, you should try it."
Zhong Qing Without a doubt, she had already heard the sound of Yu Wan'er's knuckles when she clenched her fist. This unreliable girlfriend seemed to have just passed her purple belt in jujitsu a few months ago. Well, a wise man knows when to yield, and it's better to not have conflicts with anyone, especially not with money.
Tunan listened to the conversation clearly from the side and couldn't help but laugh, successfully earning a fierce glare from the older sister.
"Sister, I did ask you before I left, and you told me to stop talking."
"I know!"
With just three words, Zhong Qing clenched her teeth, as if she was determined to go pick cotton. She used to run around in the fields when she was young. Who said you can't pick cotton while wearing a dress and high heels? Since no one has done it before, she will be the first. However, as soon as she took a step, Tunan stopped her. Perplexed, she found herself facing a set of sportswear.
"Nuo, this is my clothes, there are shoes in the car, you can just wear them, sister."
Fifteen minutes later, Zhong Qing got out of the car wearing clothes that were at least three sizes too big, and the size 43 running shoes left a large gap. Tunan took a look, took out a pair of new socks from the backpack, squatted down and rolled them into a ball, then stuffed them separately into Zhong Qing's heels.
"How is it? Is it uncomfortable to walk?"
"Well, it's okay. The clothes are just okay, and the shoes are just about okay too."
"Let's go!"
Taking the cool hat and gloves handed over by the guesthouse staff, and tying on the specially made apron, the two figures, one tall and one short, walked into the fields. From a distance, it really looked like the real thing.
Actually, Zhong Qing doesn't reject the idea of picking cotton; on the contrary, she really likes cotton. Before she started elementary school, she lived with her grandmother in the countryside. In the fall, her grandmother would take out the cotton quilts that had been pressed for over half a year, cut the threads with scissors, remove the covers, and wait for the workers to come and pick the cotton from house to house.
The huge slingshot, the hard hammering, the flying cotton, these are Zhong Qing's earliest memories of cotton. "Deng deng deng~ka" "Deng deng deng~ka," so much so that every time she sees cotton, her brain automatically recalls that distant yet familiar rhythm.
After graduating and joining the magazine, she worked as a fashion editor. Although she had come into contact with dozens of types of fabrics, her favorite was still the soft and skin-friendly pure cotton fabric. In a previous VLOG, she had expressed her desire to personally experience picking cotton, and unexpectedly, her wish came true this time.
However, the novelty of joy was quickly shattered by the scorching heat of the sun. When she was a child, following the adults to the fields, she was always playing around and never really did any farm work. In less than twenty minutes, she felt like she had already accumulated two pounds of sweat inside her underwear. Making friends should be done cautiously, otherwise, one might inadvertently become "an illegally trafficked laborer."
"Sister, are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"
"No need, since we're here, let's just experience the well-off life in the new socialist countryside."
"Has older sister ever worked in the fields before?"
"I'm a country bumpkin, my family has land, although I haven't really worked the fields, I've seen a lot."
"So older sister is actually a landlady."
"Have you ever seen a landlady who looks as good as a sister?"
"Haha!"
"What's so funny? Am I not good-looking? I have scissors in my pocket!"
"Beautiful! Sister is the most beautiful! How could a boyfriend not think his girlfriend is beautiful?"
"You have good taste. As for you, you look like a city person, but I didn't expect you to be so nimble at picking cotton."
"Let me enlighten you about one of my great qualities to your boyfriend - quick-witted and quick-handed!"
"Boyfriend, you're really getting into the role."
"Professional ethics." (wink)
It's been a long time since anyone in the Zhong Qing circle has seen someone in their early twenties. Friends, colleagues, and partners are either well past their prime or approaching their thirties, with daily refrains of "so tired," "so sleepy," and "so hungry." The sudden appearance of Tunan has brought back a long-lost sense of youthful energy.
At that moment, Zhong Qing even felt like she was a fairy, and Tunan was the Tang monk's flesh she had long coveted. Just a whiff made her feel refreshed, and if she took a bite, she would surely stay forever young.
"Sister, you're drooling."
Zhong Qing Quickly wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth, only then did I realize that I was actually daydreaming because of my little brother's wink.
"It seems like my sister really likes my face."
"Hehe, I'm hungry."
"Didn't you have two bowls of soy milk and four egg pancakes this morning?"
"I'm currently brainstorming a story called 'Tragedy in the Cotton Field.' Do you want to hear about it?"
"Sister, we don't need it. Let's hurry and pick the cotton, sister. Once we're done, we can eat, sister!"
Watching Tunan step back two steps, she silently increased the speed of her movements. Zhong Qing was very satisfied and was about to take a few steps forward when suddenly a snake appeared in her field of vision, causing her face to turn pale and freeze in fear.
"Tunan！ NanTu ！"
"Ah?"
"Come over here!"
"No need, sister. I'm fine here. I don't want to listen to 'Tragedy in the Cotton Fields.'"
"Come over here quickly!"
"Oh."
Tunan was ready to be beaten, closed his eyes while Zhong Qing screamed, but unexpectedly, Zhong Qing jumped into his arms, knocking off their hats and tightly embracing his neck, with her legs wrapped around his hips. And he, instinctively, used his hands to support Zhong Qing's... um, buttocks. Opening his eyes, he looked at the pale-faced beauty: Wow, there are such good things in the world!
However, his upbringing reminded him not to take advantage of the girl, so he immediately changed to supporting her thigh with one hand and holding her waist with the other. The touch was nice, but she was too thin.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
"There's a snake, snake, snake, snake... There's a snake!"
"Huh? Where's the snake?"
"There! Down there! It's yellow!"
"Yellow?"
Zhong Qing was so scared that he pointed in all directions, not knowing if he was pointing in the right direction. Tunan followed the general direction of Zhong Qing's random pointing and finally found the "snake," strictly speaking, it was a twisted hemp rope that looked like a snake. Hemp ropes are common in rural areas, so it seems that someone accidentally dropped it.
"Sister, there are no snakes."
"There are! I saw it! Yellow, as thick as a hemp rope!"
"Um, is it possible that it's just a hemp rope?"
"Ah?"
Feeling the beauty in his arms momentarily stunned, but still with lingering palpitations, he dared not look up to confirm. Tunan smiled silently, feeling it was extremely adorable.
"Sister, I didn't lie to you. That really is a hemp rope. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."
Zhong Qing didn't move at all, and strained to turn his head back for a while before finally seeing that it was indeed a hemp rope, heaved a sigh of relief. It's true that life is full of hardships. On the first day of being 30 years old, such a misunderstanding occurred. Zhong Qing decided to go back and immediately order some lutein to take good care of his eyesight.
"I'm sorry, I..."
From the moment we met at the door until now, it's the first time Zhong Qing has carefully observed Tunan at such a close distance for nearly five hours. The dense and refreshing short hair gives off the scent of mint shampoo, with a thin layer of sweat on the forehead. The eyelashes are distinct, with slightly curled tips. Double eyelids, a high nose bridge, faint lip lines, healthy skin tone, and a few unshaven stubbles on the chin.
A drop of sweat just slid down Tunan's cheek, and his gaze followed the sweat bead all the way down, naturally falling on the loose short-sleeved neckline, revealing the faintly visible line of his pectoral muscles. This is probably a man's career line.
They say that desire clouds the mind, Zhong Qing swallowed and subconsciously reached out to touch, completely unaware of the other person's smug smile.
"Sister!"
"Yes?"
"Does it feel good in your hand?"
"It feels pretty good."
As soon as the words were spoken, Zhong Qing suddenly realized her own loss of composure. She wanted to explain, but her fox-like claws were still resting on the other person's chest muscles. She awkwardly smiled, withdrew her hands, but found nowhere to put them. After swaying for a moment, she realized she was still hanging onto the other person, and immediately sprang away like a spring, jumping half a meter.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I... we'll continue picking cotton!"
In a state of confusion and panic, that's probably the current situation of Zhong Qing. Tunan feels a bit regretful. It's rare for a beauty to throw herself into his arms, and he hasn't had enough of it yet. Hopefully, the main event tonight will still bring him some benefits.
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