Wang Wenhua was stunned for a second, and then reacted. Wen Feng, who was present, looked at him and smiled, tacitly asking him to choose a girl he liked.

"What's so embarrassing about that." He said, glancing at the row of breast-thigh-length girls. The light was dim, the alcohol was on his head, Wang Wenhua looked at it, and the girls all looked the same.

Big eyes, pointed chin, and high nose bridge are like a template copied and pasted.

He chin scurled and pointed to the short-haired girl furthest from him.

The girl walked towards Wang Wenhua with a good smell, sat down next to him, leaned forward, and her chest was full of spring. She opened two bottles of beer, poured a full glass and handed it to Wang Wenhua.

"Boss, thank you for taking care of my business, I salute you for this cup, you are free." The girl could speak Northeast dialect, and Wang Wenhua could hear her Northern Liao accent at once.

He clinked glasses with her, and the girl drank a large glass of beer in an instant. Then he filled the empty cup and took the initiative to wrap his hands around Wang Wenhua's arms. It seems that this is a professional "private room lady".

Wang Wenhua can't remember the scene when he first met the "private room lady". It must have been after coming to work in the General Office of the Municipal Party Committee, but was it in Beiliao, Shenyang, or Dalian? What does that woman look like? Who's in for the guests? Who was there at the time? No impression at all.

In fact, over the years, Wang Wenhua has not remembered any of the "private room ladies" ordered in nightclubs and KTVs in major cities. When they meet in Pingshui and act on the spot, Wang Wenhua will not be amorous and pity those girls who don't need his sympathy.

He knew that instead of asking the girls about their retarded minds and making cheap promises, it would be better to have more drinks and give more tips, which would be the greatest help to them.

Seriously, Wang Wenhua respects the girls who are engaged in this business from the bottom of his heart. If you choose to take this path, you have a story behind it. Like the players, they use their bodies as capital to eat youth, and they don't feel distressed when their good years disappear and dissolve in alcohol.

So usually the ladies don't take the initiative to say, but Wang Wenhua never takes the initiative to ask. Sometimes alcohol is on the brain, looking at the charming "Miss" in the crowd holding a microphone and singing love songs emotionally, Wang Wenhua will suddenly feel that he and they are fellow travelers, and they have the same destination.

To put it bluntly, they are all forced to temporarily sell themselves in order to live an ideal life. It's just that one sells meat jade, and the other sells soul, in the final analysis, they are all out to sell, what to sell is not to sell, and no one is cleaner than the other.

Wang Wenhua was once curious about when the escort lady became the "private room lady" in people's mouths, and before that, his perception of "young lady" mostly came from fairy tales or European royal families.

Those perfect women who are young and beautiful, do not worry about food and clothing, do not know the sufferings of the world, and live happily and happily for eternity. He could not associate the noble, pampered word of miss, with the girls who had to be strong for their livelihood.

Wang Wenhua thought that the original name must have been a poet, otherwise how could he come up with such a comic and sad title.

The dice are shaking and falling, the glass is overflowing and empty, you love me, I love you, you don't love me, it doesn't matter, I still love you......

In the private room next door, someone sang one after another a hypocritical song of emptiness, loneliness, and coldness. Wang Wenhua is no longer the young boy who was embarrassed to sit too close to the private room lady and didn't know where to look.

Naturally, he took the short-haired girl into his arms, and the girl cooperated with her head tilted over his shoulder, her eyes open, and she hummed softly about love. He and her looked like lovers.

There was a man in the private room next to him who drank too much, borrowed wine to go crazy, and scolded the little girl who cried with him all night. Wang Wenhua didn't understand Shaanxi dialect very well, so he saw the girl holding her hands in front of her chest, tears on her makeup, hanging her head, and rushing out of the door.

With this little episode, many guests who were in high spirits just took the opportunity to check out and leave. Wen Feng leaned into Wang Wenhua's ear in a drunken daze and said, "Wenhua, wait for me to finish paying, and then let's go to the hot springs." ”

"Your eldest aunt is here, how can she still soak in the hot springs?" Wang Wenhua looked at Wen Feng suspiciously, and saw her running towards the cashier like a gust of wind to pay.

The guests who were having fun just now called a taxi and left quietly, leaving Wang Wenhua alone standing in the open space outside the hotel waiting for Wenfeng who went to settle the bill.

The night is as cool as water, and even in summer, when the northwest wind blows, you will still feel a chill in the middle of the night. Wang Wenhua lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and felt a trace of warmth.

Suddenly, he heard a woman speaking excitedly in the Northeast dialect, and following the voice, he faintly saw the small-eyed girl standing in front of him just now waiting for him to choose but was eliminated behind a tree.

Wang Wenhua turned sideways, pricked up her ears to listen, and heard her squatting on the ground whimpering and scolding:

"**Yo, old lady, I came out to sell, drank with a stinky man, was touched on my chest and thighs, exchanged money to pay rent, and asked you to pick me up from work, you don't want to you, you know lying in bed and playing games, are you still a man?"

Wang Wenhua lowered her head and flicked down the ashes, and the more the girl with the little eyes spoke, the more excited she became, and she cried loudly.

At this moment, the short-haired girl appeared out of nowhere, walked forward quickly, and draped her blazer over the small-eyed girl, covering her bare and trembling shoulders.

"Don't cry, it's not worth crying for that." The short-haired girl is full of aura, with a big sister's posture, wiping the tears from the corners of the eyes of the small-eyed girl with a tissue like comforting her lovelorn sister.

Wang Wenhua threw away the cigarette butt and found that the short-haired girl was looking directly at him, so he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and pretended not to see anything.

"Hey, boss."

Wang Wenhua stopped his feet and turned around slowly, and the short-haired girl stood in front of him with a smile on her face.

"My sister had a fight with her boyfriend, and the man was too much, a rotten one." The short-haired girl bit her lip and pointed at the small-eyed girl, who had turned from crying to sobbing softly, filled with righteous indignation.

"Oh." After a moment's pause, Wang Wenhua nodded as if he understood.

Through the streetlights and moonlight, he could see the appearance of the short-haired girl.

It's not ugly, but it's not a beauty either, her facial features are small and exquisite, and together they are the face of a standard Northeast girl. It's just that the makeup is thick, and I can't guess how old she is.

"Boss, can you invite us to a supper? I'm so hungry. The short-haired girl folded her hands on her chest, cautiously probing.

Wang Wenhua smiled, and the short-haired girl smiled at him too. Wang Wenhua took out another cigarette and tried several times but didn't light it. The girl took a step forward and took the initiative to form a circle with her hands to protect the faint fire, and finally lit it several times.

"But I'm not familiar with Xi'an."

"It doesn't matter if it's not cooked, I'm cooked, I'll take you to drink whole mutton soup, it's the best mutton soup in Shaanxi, you just pay for it."