Xiang Weiwei chose a pair of denim shorts and a denim skirt, Jiang Hui thought of the first time he saw her, wearing a white T-shirt on the upper body, a denim skirt on the lower body, a pair of sneakers on his feet, and a ponytail. It seems that Xiang Weiwei prefers a youthful and lively style.

Jiang Hui chose a relatively large room, wiped it with a rag and wiped it again, then spread the mattress, and then put the sheets and window covers into the washing machine to clean. The weather in the imperial capital rarely rains, and it can be dried tomorrow after washing it tonight.

After choosing clothes for Xiang Weiwei, she helped clean the room and shuttled through the rooms like a hardworking little bee. By the time the sheets in the washing machine were washed and dried, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Xiang Weiwei was also sweating profusely, and she was wearing a white shirt and a yellow pleated skirt today. The shirt was invaded by sweat and clung to the flesh, and the black underwear loomed.

Jiang Hui was embarrassed to let Xiang Weiwei go back to school like this, so he opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer he had just bought.

Xiang Weiwei estimated that she was also thirsty, so she took a big sip of beer first, only to realize that she was not drinking a drink.

"Comrade Jiang Hui, tell me honestly, what bad intentions do you have on deliberately giving me wine, do you want to get me drunk and do something bad?", Xiang Weiwei said to Jiang Hui with an angry expression.

"Sister, who have you ever seen who was drunk by a beer?", Jiang Hui said.

"Who knows if you have any tricks," Xiang Weiwei said.

"There really isn't one," Jiang Hui said.

"Then you just don't think I'm attractive, I don't even have the idea of giving you a bad idea," Xiang Weiwei said.

Jiang Hui had a little headache, no matter what he said left and right, he couldn't just change his style.

"Little girl, give Uncle a smile", Jiang Hui said lightly to Weiwei's chin with his index finger.

"It doesn't look like it, you can't really not have a girlfriend," said Xiang Weiwei as he reached out and knocked Jiang Hui's finger off.

"Can't you mention something happy? Don't keep digging people's scars, okay?" Jiang Hui said with an aggrieved expression.

"Your fart scar, the story I just told you is called a scar," Xiang Weiwei said.

"Well, I was wrong, I don't have a scar, I'm flawless," Jiang Hui said.

"A person like you, who is eighteen years old and has never even held a girl's hand, is really flawless, so you are not afraid to regret yourself in the future," Xiang Weiwei said.

"Then tell me what happened to Weiwei when you were eighteen years old?", Jiang Hui said.

"Is your name Weiwei called?" said to Weiwei.

"Okay, Weiwei," Jiang Hui said.

Xiang Weiwei rolled her eyes at Jiang Hui.

"Where are your eyes going?", Xiang Weiwei said.

"It seems that when a man looks at a woman, he raises his head a little bit and he appreciates it, and if he lowers his head a little bit, he becomes a hooligan," Jiang Hui said.

"What do you think?" said Xiang Weiwei.

"Weiwei, where are you going to play on National Day?", Jiang Hui asked.

"I have a good girlfriend from high school who comes to play in the imperial capital, and I am responsible for eating, drinking, playing and sleeping together, what arrangements do you have?", Xiang Weiwei said.

"Seven days to do this and that," Jiang Hui said.

"I'm a little hungry, why don't I invite you to supper, sister?" said to Weiwei.

"Okay, I can't ask for it," Jiang Hui said.

There is a food street not far from the rental house, and there are all kinds of food from all over the country, which attracts a group of students from the surrounding area to consume.

Jiang Hui and Xiang Weiwei found a snack bar for kebabs, ordered a bunch of lamb skewers, beef skewers, and two bottles of beer.

Although this shop is not big, the business is very hot, and there are people gathered around each other, masturbating, drinking, and chatting.

I don't know when XJ's kebab has become a popular flavor snack across the country and is favored by the masses.

Kebabs, known as "kawafu" in Uyghur language, are a traditional snack of the Uyghur people. The method is to cut the lamb and mutton fat into thin slices, wear the fat and thin on a fine iron chisel, and grill them on a long kebab oven, then sprinkle some spicy noodles, refined salt and cumin powder, and cook in a few minutes. Its color is burnt yellow, oily and bright, the taste is slightly spicy, not greasy or fatty, fresh and tender.

Ten dollars a dozen skewers, two dollars a bottle of beer. This price is still there for the past two years, and when Jiang Hui is reborn, you don't dare to eat a string of mutton skewers under five yuan, who knows if people are selling mutton and rat meat.

While eating skewers and drinking beer, Xiang Weiwei began to tell Jiang Hui the story of her and her ex-boyfriend, drinking a glass of wine after each paragraph, and it didn't take long to finish a bottle of beer. Xiang Weiwei's face was already slightly red.

There is only a big fan blowing in the store, there is no air conditioning, and after sitting for a long time, sweat will make the whole body sticky.

Xiang Weiwei said that he didn't tell anyone for a long time after breaking up with his ex-boyfriend, so he stood up on his own. It seems that she wants to vent her emotions tonight.

After drinking a bottle of his own wine, he began to pick up Jiang Hui's bottle of wine from the previous year to fill it for himself, and he didn't listen to persuasion at all. Jiang Hui had no choice but to speed up his drinking speed and finish his bottle of wine as soon as possible.

Xiang Weiwei made a fuss about drinking again, Jiang Hui was worried that it would be easy to have an accident if he drank too much outside, and he would be in trouble if he met a few thugs, so he didn't dare to add any more wine, and finally he couldn't resist Xiang Weiwei, so he had to propose to pack some strings and go back to the rented place to drink.

On the way back, as soon as the wind blew, it was estimated that the strength of the wine was up, Xiang Weiwei held Jiang Hui's hand, and the whole person half leaned on Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui felt the softness in his hand, and he didn't want to pull his hand out, nor did he pull it out, he was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

When he arrived at the rented place, Jiang Hui first opened a bottle of mineral water to Xiang Weiwei, and half-coaxed her to drink some water first.

The two of them sat side by side on the sofa in the living room, Xiang Weiwei's head resting on Jiang Hui's shoulder.

"You know, it's been a long time since I've had such a happy life. Every day, I care about the eyes of others, always suppress my own thoughts, and live with a mask and a smile," said Xiang Weiwei.

"If you have anything to say in the future, you can come to me, just when I am a garbage can, I am only responsible for receiving it, not spreading it to the outside world," Jiang Hui said.

"You hug me, it'll be fine for a while," Xiang Weiwei said a little depressed.

Jiang Hui hesitated for a moment, then turned around and gently hugged Xiang Weiwei into his arms, and neither of them spoke anymore.

After a long time, Xiang Weiwei pushed Jiang Hui away and said, "I'm almost going back, let's go."

On the way back to the dormitory, neither of them spoke again.

In the night, the street lamps on both sides of the school road appear particularly soft and gentle, standing under the poplar trees, the light is projected on the passers-by, reflecting the footprints of every passerby.