I can't beat her

I am a good girl, really, Fan Xiaozhu often introduces herself to others like this.

Because she doesn't look like a good girl to anyone.

Because a good girl won't shave a nun's head, because a good girl won't tattoo her arms, because a good girl won't work at night and sleep during the day.

Even so, Fan Xiaozhu, who claims to be a good girl, still settles down in Changshao Street, and the renter is the silver mother next door to Ami.

Yinma is a wealthy person on Changshao Street, and her house is bigger than ordinary people.Ami's house was originally big, but when grandma went to jail, Yin Ma took over grandma's house, and when grandma came back, the house was changed to a smaller size.

This is what Grandma Tang Guo said.As a result, grandma and Yinma became feuds, and the two could quarrel for three days and three nights across the wall.Infected by her grandmother's hatred, Ami never spoke to Yinma.

What Fan Xiaozhu said at the door of Ami that afternoon was heard partly by Yinma, who was standing on the balcony eating sunflower seeds—of course, mainly because of the 800 yuan.Yinma is a veritable charter woman, and she manages several houses nearby.

Yin Ma said that she had a room, which could barely accommodate a bed for someone to lie on.Fearing that Fan Xiaozhu would not rent, Yinma reduced 200 yuan.

"I'll charge you 600 yuan, it's so cheap."

That night, Fan Xiaozhu carried a quilt and a big backpack into the musty-smelling grocery room of Yinma's house.The grocery room is about three meters wide and four meters long, and there is a small bed one meter wide.

Except for the bed, there is only one box in the spare space. Fortunately, there are one or two rows of shelves on the wall just enough to put some small sundries.There is a small window in the utility room, as big as two books, through the window, Fan Xiaozhu can see the big window on the first floor of Ami’s house, behind the window is the stove of Ami’s house.

Fan Xiaozhu came back at six o'clock every day, and after cleaning up, it was after seven o'clock.She found that the blindfolded girl on the opposite side always went downstairs after seven o'clock.

For two consecutive days, Fan Xiaozhu only saw Ami once.

This blind man can actually cook noodles, Fan Xiaozhu's impression of Ami is: not only can cook noodles - he can also lose his temper.

Qian Huan has been looking for Fan Xiaozhu for two consecutive afternoons.

Qian Huan is a playful person and is good at making friends. She has been like this since she was a child. She makes friends of all kinds.So Ami was never her best friend.

But Ami only got along with Tang Guo and Qian Huan in Changshao Street.

Tang Guo is going to school now. She has new classmates and good friends in school.Ami had no choice but to look for Qian Huan frequently, but yesterday she even said that she broke up with her.

Ami regrets it now.

There is no one to accompany her to the mall to buy things.

"Cheng Ami, I was wrong, don't be angry." Sitting on Fan Xiaozhu's bed, Qian Huan yelled loudly at Ami's kitchen: "You come out, I'll treat you to Mala Tang."

Qian Huan came to see Ami for reconciliation, and also to find Fan Xiaozhu to make friends with: "I know many things on this street, if you need help, you can come to me."

Fan Xiaozhu nodded, her expression didn't change much. In the eyes of others, her calm expression was always naturally cool.

Qian Huan continued to yell at Ami's house: "If you don't like spicy food, how about we eat fried chicken?"

"Or I'll buy you a mille-feuille cake, super sweet."

Tired of screaming, Qian Huan continued to play with Fan Xiaozhu, who was bowing her head, and said, "Ami becomes like a child when she gets angry, and she doesn't know how to quarrel, so she has to threaten people that she won't play with you anymore."

"When I was young, when I heard someone say, I don't want to play with you anymore, I would be so sad." Qian Huan sat on a small wooden bed and put her feet up, lazily: "When you grow up, listen to me again." When people say such things, they will find it funny, who cares.”

"But Ami is different from others." Qian Huan laughed, with a few braids dangling on her head: "We have grown up, but Ami is still the same as before."

Qian Huan and Fan Xiaozhu promised: "Ami will forgive me."

Fan Xiaozhu put away his mobile phone and looked through the small window at the opposite big window.The walls around the windows are dirty, the skin has peeled off long ago, showing black smudges from time smears.

Ami sat on the wooden stairs, still a little angry.

She thought, Qian Huan is so bad, she actually said that she used dead money.

"But what Qian Huan said is not wrong." Ami could only say something in her heart to the cup in her hand, and today she didn't know what color the cup was: "The neighbors said that I used dead money."

After Ami's grandmother passed away, rumors spread unstoppably with hundreds of thousands of rumors in his hands. Every day when Ami went out to eat, she could hear people whispering beside her.

Don’t remember or pay attention to the unhappy things, anyway, those people are not on good terms with Ami.

After discussing with Cupi for a long time, Ami still decided to be with Qianhuan. Whoever told her to say it was not wrong, but it was not completely right.

"Qian Huan, I forgive you, but don't think of me like this in the future." Amin pursed her lips and said to Qian Huan very seriously: "I never wanted to live like this."

"But I can't help it, just like I don't want to be blind." Ami almost cried: "I can't help it."

Fan Xiaozhu and Qian Huan stood at the door of Ami's house together, watching Ami stand in the autumn wind with her long hair undulating slightly. She was wearing a striped T-shirt and yellow suspenders underneath, refreshing and clean.

Qian Huan said a little embarrassedly: "You forgot again, Qian Huan is just a cheap mouth, he can only talk nonsense."

"But no matter what I say, I'm still Ami's good friend, right?"

Ami sniffled and nodded.She and Qian Huan have hooked up, no matter what happens, they will be good friends from the bottom of their hearts.

Qian Huan kept her word and took Ami to the mall: "Please eat cake."

After getting along with Qian Huan, Ami no longer hates Fan Xiaozhu.

Under Qian Huan's leadership, they ate so much delicious food that Ami felt that she couldn't walk anymore, but she didn't forget to buy things.

After eating the cake, Qian Huan had to go to her parents' store to push the barbecue cart, let Ami and Fan Xiaozhu go shopping in the mall first, and then she would ride a tricycle to take them home.

"Is it possible?" Qian Huan asked Ami's opinion even though she was a big fan.

After all, Ami and Fan Xiaozhu have not known each other for a long time, and their friendship is nothing more than buying each other some snacks.

Fan Xiaozhu didn't talk much, but she could feel that she was quite a nice person. Several times when Ami got on the elevator, she could hear Fan Xiaozhu reminding her to raise her feet carefully.

So Ami nodded: "Then Xiaozhu and I will wait for you here."

After Qian Huan left, Fan Xiaozhu started talking more.

"what are you looking for?"

"I want to buy a sweater for Zhiqiu." Ami smiled and stood there and asked Fan Xiaozhu: "Does the clothes on me look good?"

"...." Fan Xiaozhu was a cool-looking person, and his appearance was also cool. His tattoos crawled from his neck to his clothes, from his left sleeve to his wrist.

Compared with Ami's smirk, she felt a little embarrassed.Fan Xiaozhu looked around, but no one paid attention to them, she said, "It's pretty."

"Zhiqiu bought it for me." Ami didn't think at all how cute her narcissistic little appearance was - how different, a little silly, and a little attention-grabbing.

Fan Xiaozhu nodded with her hands in her trouser pockets, and waited for Ami to calm down a little before she asked, "Who is Zhiqiu?"

"My favorite person."

Fan Xiaozhu is not good at shopping, her clothes are usually very simple, the same loose vest, three solid colors of black, white and gray, the styles are all the same.

If the weather is colder, wear looser shirts. The shirts are either light gray, gray blue, or ephedra, or dull colors anyway.If it's colder, it's a pullover sweater - the color system is similar, and if it's colder, it's a slim black down jacket.

She wasn't sure if her taste was the same as Ye Zhiqiu in Ami's mouth. In short, she felt troublesome-bring someone she couldn't see, and buy another woman's clothes she hadn't seen.

It's not realistic to think about it.

So a blind, dazed duo appeared in the clothing area.

"What kind do you want to buy?" Fan Xiaozhu asked Ami.

In fact, Ami didn't even know what her own clothes looked like, so how could she know what kind of clothes to buy for Zhiqiu.

Then let the clerk pick it.

Fan Xiaozhu: "What size does she want to wear?"

Ami: "...I don't know."

Fan Xiaozhu: "What style does she like?"

Ami: "...I don't know."

Fan Xiaozhu: "What color does she like?"

Ami was about to cry: "...I don't know."

Ami has no idea about height and weight, and Fan Xiaozhu can't do anything even if he wants to help: "Why don't you buy something else."

Ye Zhiqiu has a problem with choosing a bed.Traveling will inevitably change hotels frequently, which will inevitably lead to illness.

In order to cope with sleep problems, she would definitely bring a blanket and pillows from home when she went out, which had a somewhat familiar smell, and she could deceive herself by laying them on hotel sheets.

"Actually, you can leave these things to the waiter." Lu Beinan stood at the door, showing the helpless smile he had been repeating these days.He wanted to let go of his airs as a boss, roll up his shirt sleeves and make the bed with Ye Zhiqiu.

But Ye Zhiqiu refused.

"Things related to the bed are relatively private, and I don't like others to interfere." Ye Zhiqiu smoothed the sheet carefully and turned to get the pillow, and took out the clothes to be worn tomorrow as well.

Their flight tomorrow night is expected to return to China in the early morning of the day after tomorrow.

Due to the temperature difference between home and abroad, Ye Zhiqiu put a set of thinner clothes at the bottom of the suitcase, preparing to wear them on the return trip tomorrow.As a result, as soon as the clothes were picked up, something fell out.

Lu Beinan, who failed to make Ye Zhiqiu's bed, finally found something to do. With one step of his long legs, he bent slightly and reached out to pick up the things.

Although she couldn't see what it was, Ye Zhiqiu remembered that there was nothing similar in her box.

Lu Beinan smiled, then shook his head.

"What is it?" Ye Zhiqiu took a look at the box Lu Beinan handed over, then took a deep breath, and it took a long time to let it out: "My mother didn't worry about the two of us."

Even the cover was prepared, and a label was thoughtfully pasted on the box, which was supposed to be written for Ye Zhiqiu: Don't be too rigid, at your age, it is the time when you need nourishment.

Fortunately, my mother usually looks like a dignified and virtuous mayor's wife to the outside world, but this time she looks like a procuress.Ye Zhiqiu simply threw the thing into the trash can.

Lu Beinan was still standing at the door, his eyes quietly watching Ye Zhiqiu who was only busy making the sheets, thoughtfully.

The starry sky in a strange country is beautiful.

Lu Beinan ordered a bottle of red wine and some snacks to take away, and had them delivered to the terrace.

The ancient castle and the full moon in front of you are the characteristic landscapes of this hotel. Ye Zhiqiu took a sip of his wine and stared at the somewhat unreal beauty: "It's incredible."

It is obviously the same world, but the sky seen in different places is completely different.

As the planner of this trip, seeing Ye Zhiqiu's intoxicated expression, Lu Beinan smiled with satisfaction: "This is probably the meaning of traveling, to feel the difference in this world."

That is also the premise of seeing.Ye Zhiqiu was a little annoyed, she shouldn't think about Ami at this time, she drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

These days, Lu Beinan could clearly feel Ye Zhiqiu's alienation and absent-mindedness.The former Ye Zhiqiu was not like this. Lu Beinan is a careful man, and he can always remember clearly all the big and small things in a big company.

Lu Beinan's ability to observe life is also a little bit smarter than ordinary people.

Since they met at this time the year before last, Ye Zhiqiu would let him get closer every once in a while.Last year, Ye Zhiqiu even kissed him on the cheek in public at a dinner party.

Although the contact process was very simple, Lu Beinan also regarded it as a milestone in the history of his relationship with Ye Zhiqiu.

The two of them are people who are completely in the same way, with plans, principles, boundaries, and rationality that is almost rigid.So Lu Beinan thought he knew Ye Zhiqiu very well.

At least Lu Beinan thinks that this year's trip will be different than before, after all, winter after spring, they will exchange creeds and become people with close relationships - formal ones.

However, for so many days, Ye Zhiqiu didn't even let him hold her hand.

"You have something on your mind." Lu Beinan pushed a glass of fruit juice in front of Ye Zhiqiu, and asked the waiter to remove the glass.

Ye Zhiqiu has never been a very good drinker, and he is prone to dizziness after just one drink.

The temperature was a little low, Ye Zhiqiu tightened the thin blanket on her body, turned her eyes back, and looked at Lu Beinan, she really wanted to find someone to talk to.

Tell her about those strange feelings inside her, strange and sweet feelings.But rationality told her that even though Lu Beinan was a gentleman, considerate and tolerant, and would even nod and show a reassuring smile after listening to her words, he was definitely not the one to listen to this matter.

Ye Zhiqiu finally shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just some personal emotional doubts."

"Emotion is nothing more than a side effect of thinking about things." Ye Zhiqiu suddenly smiled: "We discussed the word "emotion" when we first met."

The reason why they accept each other is also because of this topic.

Lu Beinan and Ye Zhiqiu agreed unanimously: feelings are built on the form of life, and they are the product of long-term relationship.It's not like in TV dramas, love at first sight, or chasing each other.

In short, they believe that feelings are not the key to marriage, and that two people's attitudes and forms of life as well as their common beliefs in marriage determine the depth of their relationship.

After hearing this theory, Lin Lan's first reaction was that these two inexplicable people were at odds. She called it so rational that they were numb.

"We've known each other for several years, but our relationship still seems to be very thin." Lu Beinan smiled helplessly again.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

Feelings and life are irrelevant.She remembered this sentence, and now it was like a fishbone stuck in her throat that could not be swallowed or spit out.

"Bei Nan." Ye Zhiqiu still felt cold, she looked at the man across the table, stared at his well-defined face, and finally stared closely at his deep eyes.

Lu Beinan has a pair of good-looking eyes, and he always slightly lowers his lids habitually, with a little forbearance.

"What's wrong?" Being stared at so seriously by Ye Zhiqiu, Lu Beinan turned his eyes away, lowered his head and took a sip of his wine: "Let me guess."

"You want to ask questions."

Lu Beinan is very smart.

Ye Zhiqiu asked: "Do you like me?"

Lu Beinan narrowed his pretty eyes. This year he just turned [-], and he grew a small beard on his upper lip symbolically. When he laughed, the light blue beard formed a word: "Why do you ask so suddenly."

"Huh?" Ye Zhiqiu touched his forehead in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I remembered the agreement, don't say such greasy and crooked words that have no practical meaning."

It looks childish.

Lu Beinan smiled happily: "It's okay, it's okay, it's very nice of you, really."

After thinking about it, Lu Beinan snapped his fingers, "It's kind of like... like... By the way, it's like a little girl in love."

"Of course I like you." Lu Beinan smiled and drank the wine in his glass, blinking his eyes: "Then do you like me?"

Ye Zhiqiu's first reaction was to shake his head in a daze in his heart.

She doesn't like to lie.

"I appreciate you." After saying that, Ye Heqiu felt a little sorry for her relationship with Lu Beinan, and added a little preoccupied: "This is also a kind of liking."

Touching his forehead awkwardly.

It seems that like this word is used very naturally by Ami, but in front of Lu Beinan...it has completely changed its taste.

Lu Beinan spread his hands and didn't mind Ye Zhiqiu's words.

Like most couples who travel, they stand side by side on a high platform, looking at the looming aurora in the distance.After a long time, Lu Beinan broke the silence.

The air in the middle of the night became extraordinarily cold, and when he opened his mouth, a cloud of white mist appeared in front of his eyes.

Lu Beinan said: "My father and mother seem to be very loving, but when I was very young, they began to sleep in separate beds, and each had another lover."

Ye Zhiqiu's heart skipped a beat. Lu Beinan's parents were a model couple with excellent reputation in the political circle. She suddenly heard the inside story, and she couldn't react.

Lu Beinan took a deep breath and seemed to be smiling: "So I don't believe in feelings, and I don't like to talk about feelings with others. I like doing business and analyzing the company's daily financial changes, because I believe in things that can be seen and controlled."

"The relationship is too easy to change, I don't like it." Lu Beinan said, "I thought you were like this too."

Ye Zhiqiu is indeed like this. She believes in things that can be seen, life that cannot be seen, scalpel that can be seen, death that cannot be heard, and suffocation that can be heard.

Lu Beinan looked down at Ye Zhiqiu: "You may have entered a period of confusion now, but it doesn't matter, I don't mind."

After taking a bath, Lu Beinan stood at the door of Ye Zhiqiu's room and said good night to her. Before leaving, his words were still full of confidence, with a smile on his lips: "I think our future is already clear. It's all planned."

Let life enter the planned track, and let everything move forward within a controllable range.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at this man who had known each other for several years and was still outstanding but unfamiliar. He had just taken a bath, and there was still some moisture in his hair. Even if he wasn't wearing a formal suit, his smile was like a business elite.

A little cold.

"Hmm." Ye Zhiqiu replied anxiously, raising her hand to dim the lights next to her. She never allowed plans to jump off track easily.

"Good night." Hearing the sound of the doorknob, Ye Zhiqiu turned on the lights again and checked the time.

The sky in the country has not yet darkened, so what is Ami doing?

The effect of the bed sheet was not obvious, and I was still a little insomnia. Ye Zhiqiu clicked on the photo album and zoomed in on the photo that he had browsed repeatedly recently.

He couldn't help laughing, maybe Ami was dozing off again.

Autumn in Xuancheng is windy.

Ami and Fan Xiaozhu were waiting for Qian Huan at the fork next to the square.

Ami is holding a cardboard box in her hand, which she will give to Zhiqiu at that time, and she is very happy when she thinks that Zhiqiu will come back the day after tomorrow: "I will talk to Zhiqiu every morning, and I will also talk to Zhiqiu at night."

After walking around the shopping mall with Fan Xiaozhu, Ami has already put down her guard.

Compared with Qian Huan, Fan Xiaozhu is less noisy, he won't always say things that Ami only half-knows, and he won't be like Qian Huan, who will suddenly go to play this or eat that half-heartedly.

The little blind man talked about Zhiqiu all night.Fan Xiaozhu touched her scalp, which was a bit cold. Her hair was very short, just a round inch, and to put it bluntly, it was bald, but because of a little root, it didn't reflect light.

Fan Xiaozhu is a little taller than Ami, and her facial features are very delicate. If you just look at her face, it is easy to feel like a little nun who has run away, but as long as you pay attention to the tattoos on her body, you will not think so.

The range of tattoos is very wide, from the neck to the wall of the left hand, and then to the ankles. Although every tattoo seems to have a deep meaning, simple and beautiful, monotonous and colorful, but... the impression of tattoos is always Too domineering.

It is difficult for a girl with a short head full of tattoos and a blind girl with gauze eyes to stand in the crowd without being noticed.

"How old is Zhiqiu?" Fan Xiaozhu was bored by being stared at, so he had no choice but to speak and answer Ami's words.

Ami tilted her head: "I don't know."

And a little unhappy.

Ami found that she didn't know many questions Fan Xiaozhu asked, so she had to ask Zhiqiu later.

"do not take photos."

Ami suddenly heard Fan Xiaozhu speak with a serious tone.

Fan Xiaozhuren had already taken a few steps forward, and reached out to take the mobile phone of a girl in front. On the screen of the mobile phone was a picture of her looking down at Ami, who turned her head towards her. To those who didn't know, the two seemed very close.

Fan Xiaozhu clicked delete and handed it back to the girl: "Sorry, I used your phone a bit."

The girl who took the photo glanced at the 'bad girl' in front of her, bowed her body apologetically and walked away.

"Stand over here, the light is bad, and they won't be able to take pictures clearly." Fan Xiaozhu took the blind stick in Ami's hand and led her into the shadow of a tree.

Ami has never quite understood what people mean by taking pictures with a mobile phone.Even though Qian Huan explained it to her, she was still confused.

She knew what the photos looked like, but she still couldn't understand how to put the photos into the phone.

When I got back to Changshao Street, there was the sound of dinner being made everywhere, and Qian Huan also opened the stall, ready to open.Ami is carrying the box to go home, and Fan Xiaozhu is with her.

Fan Xiaozhu was paying attention to the way Ami walked along the way.

"Won't you feel bad?" Although it was a bit impolite, Fan Xiaozhu couldn't help asking Ami: "Can't see anything, won't it be painful and uncomfortable?"

Walking in the familiar room, Ami's footsteps were much lighter: "Ah? Yes, it will be uncomfortable."

It is a lie to say that it is not uncomfortable, not sad.

"But I have to walk when I feel uncomfortable, and I have to get up to eat." Grandma is gone, and I have to live well and live with a smile.Ami arrived home, she turned around, stood in front of the door, and smiled: "When I was most uncomfortable, grandma said that there are so many kinds of people in this world, there are lame and dumb, and there must be someone who deserves to be blind."

Ami is the one who deserves it.

It sounded so angry at the time, but now that I think about it, what my grandma said seems to be right.

but

After being Ami for so long, it should be someone else's turn.When will it be someone else's turn, Ami goes home and gently closes the door, shutting Fan Xiaozhu out.

She wants to know Qiu.