don't like me

I didn't go to work for a week.

Gu Ming called to ask me what was going on. He had asked me several times before. I had clearly explained to Zhou Kai, so it was impossible for Gu Ming not to know. I said I was not at home.

I am indeed not at home, and not in the country.

I contacted Wen Zhixu with a foreign doctor who was recommended by a colleague. He said that he had a good reputation in the medical field and healed many people with vocal cord problems, so I hoped to give it a try.

I took Wen Zhixu to see many doctors before, but there was no progress. The doctors all said that it was a psychological problem, but he couldn't speak. What does it have to do with psychological problems?

After coming here for a week, the foreign doctor said that Wen Zhixu's vocal cords are fine, they are completely healed, and she can speak logically. They even tried to make Wen Zhixu speak, but the little girl just couldn't speak.

He tried several times to no avail, and the foreign doctor said it was impossible. He had treated so many patients, and it was impossible for them to be unable to speak if there was no problem with the vocal cords.

I consulted him about my psychological problems. The foreign doctor shook his head and said no, not wanting to speak and being unable to speak are two different things. Wen Zhixu is unable to speak now.

The doctor asked me to keep it for observation for a few days, saying that there might be some undiscovered problems, so I stayed with Wen Zhixu until now.

Today was the same as the previous two days, but nothing was found. On the way back, I asked Wen Zhixu to try again. She opened her mouth, and it was very difficult, but she couldn't utter a word.

It would be nice to be able to hum a word.

She struggled to speak, so I rubbed her head and gave up and said, "Okay, I won't say anything."

Wen Zhixu just shut up.

I was hungry and took her to the restaurant.

The waiter asked us what to order and handed over the menu at the same time. I had no problem communicating with them. I didn't need to bring a translator with me, which was much easier.

Wen Zhixu sat obediently in his seat. The steak was served first, well-cooked. She didn't like the hard one, so she gave her the knife and fork, and she silently cut it aside.

A lady came over halfway, and she was very sorry for disturbing us. She said that she was running a dance class and was accepting apprentices for free. She said that Wen Zhixu seemed very suitable for learning dance. I didn't ask them which kind Dance, just say no, thank you.

She tried her best to sell Wen Zhixu as an apprentice, and repeatedly emphasized that they are really free. You can rest assured that the studio is not far away. If you want, she will show us. I believe she is free and charges I can understand it too, but it's really inconvenient, tell her that if she runs a painting class, I might consider it.

My younger sister likes painting. She has never been exposed to such talents as dancing and singing, and she has expressed that she is not interested.

I’m really talking about this, and she said that they also have paintings, so you can leave a business card first, her friend is doing art training, and it’s a big one, so what will happen then, I told her that we are Chinese, And we're going back right away, we won't be staying in Ireland for long.

She still had a smile on her face and said she welcomes us, and before leaving, she expressed to me that my younger sister is very suitable for learning dance and has a good figure. Besides, she looks a bit like an actress from Ireland. I don't know who it is, but after she left, I checked it. Except for the shape of the eyes, there is nothing special about it.

I handed the phone to Wen Zhixu, and there was a photo of the actress on the screen, and I asked, "Do you look like it?"

Wen Zhixu shook his head.

Sure enough, my eyesight is fine.

"I just heard it." I turned my head and paid more attention to her eyes. "Do you want to learn to dance?"

Wen Zhixu shook his head.

"People say you are suitable."

Wen Zhixu still shook his head, I smiled, touched the back of her head, told her to wait for me, went to pay the bill, and went back to the hotel.

I had two rooms, and Wen Zhixu was next door.

The luggage in the room is very messy, I am too lazy to clean it up, and I can’t see it anymore today, just when I was about to go and clean it up, there was a commotion outside the door, I opened the door and saw a lot of people gathered in the corridor, some with disheveled clothes, no one. After putting on the shirt, I came out. I heard a name from their discussion, but I didn’t recognize it. What kind of celebrity is it?

Then the browser told me that it was a well-known male model.

I admired the lower abdominal muscles, it’s pretty good, and the facial features can be regarded as straight, which is easy to drive people crazy. Looking at the battle of these people, I’m afraid they are going to stay in this hotel. How do you know their whereabouts?

I don't care about these, I close the door, I really didn't expect to have a relationship with this Irish male model.

He came in the middle of the night. There was a knock on my door, and there was a tall and tall male model standing outside the door. I recognized him at a glance, and I accidentally read his name. He thought I was Also a fan of his, he expressed to me that he wanted to stay overnight.

Overnight?to me?

I said be careful I expose your position.

He was naive and asked would I?

I couldn't bear that innocent look, so I allowed him to come in.

"My room number has been exposed, and I can't go back now," he said. (For the convenience of understanding, expressed in Chinese)

"Then have you ever thought about the possibility of being exposed here?" I sat down on the sofa and was disturbed in the middle of the night. Forgive me for not thinking of entertaining people, even though he is a well-known person.

"Will you?" He asked again, his eyes were too clear, which made me feel embarrassed to continue playing with him.

"Forget it," I laughed and shook my head, my stubbornness was too embarrassing for this kind of sincerity, "How long do you want to stay?"

Holding his mobile phone, he said, "I've already contacted my agent, he will come over later."

"Can you get out when it's so congested outside?" With such an outstanding height and figure, it is easy to be recognized in disguise.

"Okay, I've been in and out like this a few times." He was used to it, and then he looked at me, looked at me and said, "Are you Chinese, Japanese and Korean?"

"Chinese." I said.

He said unexpectedly, "Irish is so good."

I am not humble: "I can speak five languages ​​to you."

"Can you speak some Chinese?" he suggested.

"Slonan." I said easily.

He was surprised: "This is my name."

"Your Chinese name." I said.Just checked and remembered.

He smiled, a dark-eyed Irish male model, and once he smiled so gracefully, it was like the softest tune played on a piano, and my sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

"I have learned Chinese, it's too difficult, and I still can't speak it well." He showed me his Chinese, but he could only say that he couldn't say a word. His spoken language was very heavy, and his pronunciation was not standard. Besides the simple hello, thank you This kind of greeting, others will not.

I clapped my hands and said, "Let me teach you something."

I take him in because of his status as a male model. I am willing to talk to him more because of his attractive body. His face is a plus, his smile is his, and his sincere eyes make me even more attractive. Appreciation, a supermodel that can only be seen on TV, I can't waste this chance meeting, I asked: "Which sentence do you want to learn?"

He thought for a while, as if he was deliberating, I gave him time, but after thinking for 30 seconds, he suddenly fixed his eyes on my face, pointed at me and said, "Your name."

I was a little surprised, and confirmed to him, he said yes, well, I started teaching, and pronounced my own name in a correct tone, "Wen, Zhi, Xing."

He raised his hand and interrupted: "One by one."

I did as he wished, using my clearest tone, biting every syllable, "Wen."

Still awkwardly, he repeated it with a fourth tone.

I gestured to him with a horizontal line, and expressed to him in Irish: "Flat, the ending is not so heavy, take it easy."

"Wen—Wen? Wen—" he repeated over and over again, following what I said.

In the middle of the night, a supermodel and an amateur are learning Chinese. Can this matter be on their Irish trending list?My thoughts were pulled away. According to his learning speed, my name is probably enough for him to learn this night.

"Ah, it's so difficult." He got mad, leaned back, and stopped chasing after learning this, chatting with me, he asked me about my work, my life in China, why I came to Ireland and so on.

I answered him one by one. For this male model, he was the stranger I met who was most willing to give him patience. Maybe it was because my sleepiness disappeared and I happened to have nothing to do, so I was willing to talk so much nonsense with him.

Later, he talked about himself, saying that he had a shoot tomorrow, and he was nearby, and asked me if I would like to watch it. I was very honored to be invited. This is my blessing. I can go to the scene to see supermodels. Why didn’t I agree? ?

During the chatting process, it was very peaceful. He told me a lot about himself and the life of the local people in Ireland. I said, is it okay to talk about these things with me as an amateur?Especially his personal affairs, he seemed to have just remembered, even if he said that his manager was not allowed to say these things, but when the conversation became speculative, he would speak freely.

Having mastered the supermodel's personal information, I couldn't help worrying: "Then you will have black material in the future, and I will definitely not be able to escape responsibility."

He spread his hands, doubted himself, didn't understand what I meant, and said, "I didn't say anything black to you."

I was joking, but he was serious in every sentence, unlike the people I used to work with, his face and figure always fascinated me, and I forgave him for being too straightforward again and again.

That's all, like a little sheep, every tease I say is not on the same frequency as him, and I can't hit his point, cute Irish male model, it's unlucky to meet a bad-hearted man like me.

Later, his agent came and was downstairs in the hotel. He began to disguise himself, remembering that all the clothes were in his room, and he couldn’t go back there. He asked me if I could lend him a suit, and I agreed. He found his luggage.

I had three clothes in my suitcase, and only one clean one was left. I gave it to him, and it was really difficult to put it on him. It was the first time I disguised myself as someone else, and I thought it was very fun, especially when I could take advantage of this time. Take a dip or something.

Hey, why do you look more and more like a middle-aged greasy uncle?

"It's so small." He put it on his body and couldn't move his arms. His cautious look was so funny that I couldn't help laughing out loud.

Pick up a scarf, it's cold, Wen Zhixu prepared it for me, it matches my coat very well, but because the male model's physical condition is too standard, my civilian clothes are not suitable for him.

There is no aesthetic feeling, but it looks awkward.

"Don't move." I tied the scarf in a knot for him, tiptoed slightly, covered his mouth and nose, and told him: "I have to return my clothes, move slowly, don't break them."

I took two steps back and looked at my results. I always felt that there was something missing, but he felt that it was almost done. I opened the door and was about to go out. I stopped him, "Wait a minute."

It's a hat, that's right, but I don't have one here, I looked around and said, "Lower your head."

He chatted with me for so long, he didn't believe that I would harm him, so he lowered his head obediently, I untied the scarf, and wrapped the remaining part around his head, the facial features were really wronged, He was so wrapped up that he couldn't breathe and told me he was suffocating.

"No one will recognize you now." I was satisfied.Seeing him dressed like this, I swear my mother wouldn't recognize who it was even if she passed him by.

He was convinced, loosened the scarf, and the scarf that made it extremely difficult for him to speak was torn apart, he revealed his straight nose and soft, clear eyes like water, and asked me: "Are you coming tomorrow?"

I'm fine tomorrow, but I'm not willing to just promise him like this, teasing him and saying, "I'm going back tomorrow?"

He frowned, showing worry, thought for a while, and said, "How about one more day? For me."

I caught the last two words, my eyes lit up, thinking it was a lovely word, "For you?"

My greasy uncle is starting to have bad intentions again.

His eyes were too honest, as if he couldn't lie, and all his true thoughts were so obvious, "Yes, save me a day."

Really lost to him.

Are the people of Ireland so sincere, or is he alone?Or maybe I've been in the world of lies myself for too long and never met such a clean person.

I let go, and Ben was just teasing him, "Okay, go ahead, I'll call you tomorrow, come out and pick me up, otherwise I won't be able to get in."

"Of course, the business card is on your desk." He reminded me again.

I looked back and smiled, "Got it."

He opened the door, and the house he lived in was surrounded by water. Fortunately, he was alert and found out that his position was exposed early, and he took refuge in me, a fake fan.

He stood in front of the elevator door and waved to me. I smiled at him and closed the door behind my back.

I walked to the table and picked up the business card on it. His name was really long, and the Chinese translation was easy to read. I put the business card back, turned off the light and went to sleep.

I didn't think too much about it. Recently, I watched the customs of Ireland, and spent a night alone with the model, chatting about some things, but it was quite interesting.

Staying in one place for too long, my heart becomes narrow, I still have to go out for a walk, the air outside is much fresher, and the people are also fresher, not all scum like me.

Change a place, adjust your mentality, and relax. This trip is worthwhile.

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Aventures come faster than sorrows.