Section 30: Waving his fist
When we were in the second year of high school, Huo Chai came back to visit us. When I first saw her, I thought she had been beaten up because her lips were red and swollen. Later, I found out that it was just a new brand of lipstick, one tube of which would last me a week. We walked with our arms around each other's shoulders in the schoolyard, and ran into a teacher we used to have. The teacher asked Huo Chai with concern what she was doing now, and Huo Chai smiled brightly and said "I'm working as a hostess!" That teacher took off like a shot.
When we were in our first year of college, Fireworks came to visit us again. At that time, Fireworks was no longer a hostess, but a mama-san. She said with a flourish, "I am no longer an oppressed person." Fireworks said she was now doing well in the sex industry, and she often used Hans Christian Andersen's works to make people remember her name, Fireworks Sister. At that time, I was still thinking about how pure children's literature could be connected to the sex industry, but Fireworks immediately answered me. She said that every time she introduced herself, she would say, "I am the little match girl who sells girls." At that time, I thought it was really a blind flow. Ba Song said her hands were stained with the blood of virgins, and at that time, I associated it with the scene of Fireworks sending hostesses to hotels, just like selling black slaves, all of which were crimes against humanity.
By the way, Huo Chai's real name is even more innocent than a virgin, and it's Tang Shuyan.
I emerged from the passageway and saw a beautiful woman striding towards me from afar. To be honest, Huo Chai has become more and more attractive, with her fiery red hair, icy blue sunglasses, and an exquisite embroidered tank top that looked like a masterpiece. I remembered when she left us, she was just a young girl in her youth, but now she's a stunning beauty. I could clearly see those sly men ogling her up and down, admiring her every move. Beautiful women are indeed captivating, especially in this era of visual economy. In the past, whenever I went out with Wen Jing, we were always the center of attention, but compared to Huo Chai, forget it - I'm happy to be a supporting actor.
Match rushed in front of me, took off her sunglasses. I had just expressed my years of longing with violence, punching and kicking on the ground. She threw over a sentence: "Damn, what's wrong with your broken plane? Out of oil or something? Flying for so long?" She was calm and composed, while I stood in front of her, almost dying from shame. The men around us probably had brain hemorrhages, who would have thought that under the beautiful appearance of this beauty lies a fierce woman's soul? Let me take it anyway.
It's been half a year since I arrived in Shanghai, but I still haven't learned any of the soft and gentle Wu dialects of Jiangnan, and I'm still speaking with a Beijing accent.
Matchstick asked, why don't you stay in Beijing, what are you doing running to Shanghai to harm people?
I said, I think it's not easy for the capital's masses either, I couldn't always follow one disaster after another to harm the people, so I came here.
I'm a person who can't keep their mouth shut, as soon as someone chats with me, I immediately join in.
Matchstick said, "Don't be poor with me, what's going on?"
I lowered my head and pulled my luggage, expressionlessly saying, "Nothing, I just took a flower pot and smashed a young man to the hospital, and ran here to escape legal sanctions."
Matchstick kicked me and said, get out of here. Just like your dad and Wen Jing's dad in Beijing, with that toothy grin, even if you were holding a flower pot, you could smash someone to death with it, let alone a fire pot. Tell me, what's going on?
I took a deep breath and said, "I was slapped twice by Gu Xiao Bei's girlfriend. I felt so humiliated that I hid over here." I found that I spoke this sentence particularly smoothly.
Huǒchái said, oh. Then there was no more to say. I couldn't help but admire her in my heart, she's indeed a worldly person, like Weiwei or Wenjing, who wouldn't jump three feet high after hearing this? Look at Huǒchái, how calm and collected she is. To her, our romantic entanglements are probably just fleeting clouds, unreal, ethereal, and illusory. I suddenly realized that hiding in Shanghai was pointless, like a turtle retreating into its shell, getting bullied and then hiding away, while I'm here lamenting the loss of spring, Gu Xiao Bei is probably living it up in Beijing.
Huǒchāi and I walked silently with our heads down for a minute or two, when suddenly he jumped up, waving his fists at me and shouting: "What did you say?! Lin Lan, isn't Gu Xiao Bei's girlfriend you?!"