"Imperial Baths"

The large golden characters shimmer in the night, and every stroke is brilliant, staring at the neon of the street. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xu Shuangjiang stood on the opposite street, looking at the milk-white buildings like palaces, distinguishing between east and west, north and south, and preparing to go back.

She wandered all the way, and she had come so far.

After three or four steps, Xu Shuang looked back and saw that under the dim shade of the trees, the shadows were obliquely elongated by the street lamps.

It has been out of the bustling downtown area, there are still a lot of vehicles, but the sidewalks are a lot quieter, only a few nearby residents who came out for a walk after dinner, passing by in twos and threes. Xu Shuang didn't care, staring at the bath for a moment.

A short time later, two cars drove in, and soon a doorman gave them a space. Xu Shuang's gaze crossed the low fence of the manicured coral trees on the opposite side, and cast it into the wide parking lot, only to see a few people walking down from the two cars, both men and women, among them seemed to be a family of three, heading towards the main entrance of the golden lobby.

She hesitated for a long time, and finally moved, crossed the road, and walked straight to the Imperial Baths.

This bath is luxuriously washed.

It also subverted her perception of public bathhouses.

Before this, she rarely went to the public bathhouse, her mother said that she had been there when she was a child, and she was stuffy, and when people washed out, her face was red, and she came out, her face was pale, and she yelled that she was uncomfortable, and she couldn't get into any greasy after returning home, and she lay on the bed for a long time. Xuan Chunhua said it vividly, but Xu Shuangchuan had no impression of this paragraph.

She has the impression of boarding life in high school, just entered the first semester, the new student apartment building can not move in, the school arranged them in the old dormitory building, a large room for ten people, a drainage tank outside the corridor, connected to the cold water faucet. In the morning, take your own toothbrush, basin and hot water bottle to wash outside.

In the late summer and early autumn, the morning sun jumped on the tips of the metasequoia trees outside the wall of the girls' dormitory, Xu Shuangchuan and his roommates took combs and went outside the door to comb their hair.

The only bad thing is that after the evening self-study, they have to go to the shower room at the far edge of the dormitory to take a bath, there is still only cold water in it, if they want to use warm water, they have to bring a hot water bottle and basin to mix it themselves.

When Xu Shuang returned home in the first week, he complained to Xuan Chunhua that the bath was too terrible. I don't know people, all of them are crowded together, there are many people, there are not enough showers, there is not enough time, the dormitory aunt shouts outside every day: "The lights are going out, students hurry up." ”

Xuan Chunhua felt sorry for her daughter, but she couldn't help it, not all the delicate girls in anyone's family were like this, she asked Xu Shuangchuan to throw away the small diaphragm and adapt to the environment.

Xu Shuang first carried a hot water bottle for a week, but later, like most girls, she gave up the hot water bottle and rinsed it directly with cold water for the sake of efficiency. At that time, the weather was still hot, and his body was strong, and he could bear it completely.

Halfway through the semester, after the winter gradually begins, the taste is not good. When the sky is bright, I go to wash my face outside the corridor, it is so cold that I am very refreshed, and when I come back from self-study in the evening, I brush my teeth outside the corridor with stars and moons, and I can't use the shower room. The school has a special hot bathhouse, which needs to be walked out of the girls' dormitory area to the side gate of the campus, which is next to the boiler room, which opens at 4 p.m. on Tuesday and Thursday at 1 p.m. on Saturday.

If Xu Shuangchuan wanted to take a hot shower on weekdays, she could only get stuck in the period before the start of self-study after school in the afternoon, she had been there two or three times, and she refused to go again.

It was a three-room low bungalow painted with white cement, with two bathhouses for men and women, and a roller shutter door opened outward in the middle room, and two rectangular bronze plaques hung on the wall next to the door, with a woman on the left and a man on the right. When the opening time of the bathhouse arrived, the roller shutter door was pulled up, and at the door, an old aunt with a perennial face moved a desk to live in the middle, in charge of collecting bath tickets, and also to prevent students from entering the wrong class.

The bathhouse is open to all students at this point, and everyone usually lines up. That scene made Xu Shuangchuan never forget, everyone was holding a brightly colored basin, not red, not green, not yellow, anyway, it was very eye-catching. Even more eye-catching are the various plastic bags in the basin, covered with shampoo and shower gel, and also covered with clean change of clothes and towels.

Plastic bags are mostly white and transparent, and if the underwear and tights inside are darker, it is really embarrassing that people don't need to guess to know. Xu Shuangchuan was very careful to keep the red or blue plastic bags, so that they could cover up a thing or two.

The old aunt who collected the bath ticket didn't say anything, only the standard action, she took the bath ticket, threw it into the empty tin box of soda crackers in the corner of the table, glanced up at the student, glanced at the direction of his or her diversion with the corner of her eye, and then continued to accept the bath ticket of another student.

There are only two situations in which the old aunt will have a different expression. The first is that the student did not hold the bath ticket in his hand, and when he rummaged through her in front of her, she would frown, and the second was that someone went in the wrong direction in a daze, which is rare, but not nothing, if the last class in the afternoon was inserted by the teacher with a stage quiz, the test was dizzy, and the mind did not recover before the bath, and it was indeed lost. That's miserable, the old aunt shouted, "Where are you going?"

There would be a sudden silence in the procession, and then everyone would subconsciously pull out their necks and look forward.

Xu Shuangchuan saw with his own eyes a quiet girl who was drunk and bloody, and the boy in front of the girl who had just handed over the bath ticket was about to enter the men's bathhouse, when he heard the sound, he turned around and looked at the girl on his heels, the expression on his face couldn't help but laugh, and he deliberately made a nervous appearance, and trotted towards the thick cotton curtain of the men's bathhouse. The poor girl was so embarrassed that she buried her head and walked in the opposite direction to the people who came up in the row, and the group of people took a step back like dominoes, all laughing at the top of their voices.

Xu Shuangjiang was in the queue, and when it was her turn to step forward to give a bath ticket, she was so nervous that she shook her head left and right to confirm the direction of men and women twice. The old aunt didn't have a good attitude, and glared at her, I don't know if she thought she was slow, or because she looked around and made a lot of small movements.

Then I came out of the shower, and it was even more uncomfortable. The serious old aunt still lived in the middle, silent, staring at the washed students going out one by one. Xu Shuangchuan held the wet basin, the translucent plastic bag tied the dirty clothes tightly, the hair was not dried with a towel for a while, and when he walked out of the door of the women's bathroom, he began to drip water on his shoulders, his face was hot, and he was steamed crimson by the steam, which could not be described as a cool and crisp red apple, but more like a hot egg that had just been boiled and peeled, and was painted with a few touches of rouge.

She just turned out like that, and she didn't know where to put her eyes. As soon as I go out, I can always see a boy on the opposite side from time to time after washing and lifting the cotton curtain to come out, and her embarrassed appearance is almost the same, maybe worse, they are open coats, lazily slippers, wet towels and soap These small items are not put in the plastic bag at all, directly on the basin surface, and some rough boys do not seem to bring plastic bags at all, and even the clothes that have been changed are not covered, and they are slightly rolled up and pressed under the soap, which is really not exquisite.

On the way back to the dormitory, there are a lot of students who have just taken a shower, and the boys are really heartless, they can still talk and laugh, and when they meet familiar classmates, they stand on the side of the road with a basin and chat a few words.

Xu Shuangchuan couldn't wait to fly to the dormitory, she held the corners of her eyes, lowered her head and walked quickly, not wanting to stay longer at all. What she was most afraid of was to meet an enthusiastic classmate at this time and greet her.

This is her memory of the public bathhouse, although she has not washed it a few times, but the hectic situation at that time can make people tremble in her heart again when she talks about it.

The conditions are like this, and it is really a last resort.

Fortunately, since the second semester of her first year of high school, she has moved into a newly built student apartment building, a suite for four people, with its own shower and toilet, which is slightly comfortable, and she does not have to walk on campus without holding a basin.

There is a girl in the new dormitory who is not very particular and does not like to clean up her hair after washing, which makes her dormitory career a little flawed, but after all, everyone can use a separate shower, which is much better than using an old-fashioned student public bathhouse.

Xu Shuangchuan once compared the collective life of middle school with Chen Chi, and found that Chen Chi could only use the public bathhouse from beginning to end. But he seems to be quite open-minded, and to put it mildly, he doesn't feel much. Xu Shuangchuan heard that Chen Chi also went to the school's public bathhouse on weekends, and twisted Chen Chi's nose in disbelief and asked, "You can wash at home on weekends, and you still need to go to the school to take a big bathhouse?"

"Isn't it the same when you wash it? Chen Chi said indifferently, "Classmates made an appointment and went." ”

About a bath, about a bath.

What a ridiculous thing, is it sometimes quite emotional? (To be continued.) )