After a few days, Zhang Xueqing's home finally returned to peace. A life of lying down alone was suitable for her, and she didn't have to deal with anyone.
"Ding", Zhang Xueqing's mobile phone next to the drawing board lit up, she put down the brush in her hand, wiped her hands, and picked up the mobile phone.
It's Zhao Kang. There is a transfer record of 2,000 yuan and a voice message.
After clicking on the voice button, Zhao Kang's voice came from the phone, "Xueqing, keep this money. Brother Sen sent the 2,000 yuan to my home and left without saying anything. My mother doesn't know what I'm sorry, I just wanted to help, but I didn't expect to cause you so much trouble."
On the phone, Zhao Kang's voice sounded apologetic, which made Zhang Xueqing a little embarrassed. That man Meng Fansen, why is he so idle every day? 2,000 yuan is worth his trip. I really don’t know what is going on in his head.
Holding down the voice button, Zhang Xueqing replied apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you. Meng Fansen is like that. You guys grew up together, so you should know him better than I do. He's the same person."
For a long time, no more messages came from the other side. Just when Zhang Xueqing thought that the other party would not message again and was about to put down the phone and continue painting, a text message was sent.
Zhang Xueqing glanced at it and almost threw the phone away. Didn't she make it clear that day? If he doesn't find someone else to have fun with, what's going on?
The horizontal text stimulated Zhang Xueqing's nerves so brightly. The world was getting more and more crazy. When did she, an old lady in her 30s, become more marketable than the little girl in her early 20s?
Isn’t that pretty little girl Su Qingyan good? She is a dying person, what kind of virtue and ability is she? He couldn't be teasing her, he must be teasing her, he is really sick, everyone who comes from Meng Fansen's village is sick.
He threw the phone back on the table, thought about it, picked it up again, and threw it into the drawer, out of sight.
I picked up the pen again, but I couldn't draw anymore. My inspiration seemed to have suddenly stopped at that moment, and I couldn't pick it up. All I could think about was that sentence,
【Can you be my girlfriend? 】
This is not the first time Zhang Xueqing has received a confession, but this is the first time she has confessed to her over the phone. Words seem to have more magical power than words, and they cannot be wiped clean.
I threw away my paintbrush, went to the living room, lay down on the sofa, and woke up Maizi.
"Maizi, video mode, play Journey to the West, Episode 17."
"Okay, I'm playing Episode 17 of Journey to the West for you, Three-Tune Banana Fan."
The familiar melody sounded, and Zhang Xueqing dubbed in time according to the plot, and then she gradually forgot the lingering words in her head.
"Third Prince, please spare your life. If you spare the lives of my husband and I, I am willing to give the precious fan to Uncle Sun."
Every time she sees this place, Zhang Xueqing can't help but complain, what does Princess Iron Fan want from the Bull Demon King? She spends a lot of time looking for the vixen outside, and wants her to use the treasure fan to save her.
The more I think about it, the less I feel for Princess Iron Fan. The Bull Demon King is not worthy of Princess Iron Fan's affection.
After watching a few more episodes, it was getting dark, and Zhang Xueqing got up from the sofa to look for food.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep," the sound of a car sounded outside the courtyard. Zhang Xueqing looked outside. The headlights illuminated the dark night outside, but the areas that could not be illuminated were still pitch black. It was a darkness that made people feel even more lonely.
After a while, the car lights went out and the front door returned to its previous appearance.
A man pushed open her courtyard door, and under the moonlight, he could barely identify that this man was Zhao Kang, who had sent her a message in the afternoon.
The two big dogs rushed out in an instant, barking at Zhao Kang, and the entire ditch echoed with hollow dog barks.
Zhang Xueqing stood up hurriedly and walked out. He called back the two dogs and welcomed the person into the house.
"Why did you come here at this time? Is there something wrong?"
Zhang Xueqing asked puzzledly.
As soon as Zhao Kang entered the door, he forced Zhang Xueqing into a corner and controlled her whole body in his arms. He was half a head taller than Zhang Xueqing, surrounding the person like a wall.
"What is this doing?"
Zhang Xueqing asked again.
Zhao Kang calmed down his excitement. He didn't know what he was thinking at the time. He waited and waited, but he didn't get any news from Zhang Xueqing. He wanted to come and ask questions in person, and drove for nearly three hours. , he has to go to work tomorrow, and he doesn't care about it at all, he just wants an answer.
"Sorry, I can't wait for any news from you, so I just wanted to come over and ask in person."
Zhang Xueqing's memory was instantly pulled back to the painting session, and the horizontal characters gathered in front of her eyes again, vividly in her mind.
"Can you be my girlfriend?"
The impact of being questioned face to face was still great. Zhang Xueqing was stunned for a moment, which caused her to fail to speak in time.
Zhao Kang was overjoyed when he saw that she did not refuse immediately. It seemed that his charm was quite good. After all, he was only in his 30s. He had a car and a house, and a stable job. Many girls in the work unit had secretly hinted to him. .
In the world of adults, everyone understands it tacitly, but Zhang Xueqing is still the first one. He is serious about confessing his love. He doesn't believe she can refuse.
A deep sense of superiority emerged spontaneously.
His body disobediently moved closer to Zhang Xueqing. This face was once his nightmare in junior high school. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to. At this moment, he wanted to get close to her and make her surrender under him. Release the restlessness that has been squeezing in your heart for years.
Just when his mouth was about to touch Zhang Xueqing's face, Zhang Xueqing turned her head away.
"Sorry, I can't promise you."
Zhang Xueqing had been trapped in her own world just now. The scene in front of her was so familiar that it made her feel as if it had happened just now. The difference was that the person in front of her seemed different.
The man who was a head taller than her had an inherent sense of oppression that made her unable to move even if he was not in the corner.
When that face came close to hers, Zhang Xueqing turned her head away instinctively. No, this was not what she wanted. If she had known that his news in the afternoon was serious, she might have rejected it directly at that time.
Her body was partly to blame, and the feeling in her heart was partly to blame. She might not even be considered a friend to the person in front of her, except for her junior high school classmate.
After all, they have different paths and do not want to conspire with each other. She is not willing to wrong herself.
She had suffered enough grievances in her previous life. To live her life again, she just wanted to lie down comfortably until she left this world completely.
Meng Fansen was the biggest accident in her life, and it could only happen once.
Suddenly, it seems that I can understand Princess Iron Fan. The relationship between people can be so favorable to others.
