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

Jiang Hui chose a larger room, wiped it with a rag, laid a mattress, and then put the bed sheets, window covers, etc. into the washing machine to clean it. It rarely rains in the imperial capital, so it will be washed tonight and can be dried tomorrow.

After Xiang Weiwei chose the clothes, she helped clean the room and shuttled through the rooms like a hardworking little bee. When 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. She was wearing a white shirt and a yellow pleated short skirt today. After the shirt was invaded by sweat, it was tightly pressed against the flesh, and the black underwear was faintly visible.

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

Xiang Weiwei was probably thirsty, so she took a big sip of beer before she realized that she was not drinking a drink.

"Comrade Jiang Hui, please honestly explain. What bad intentions do you have to drink with me on purpose? Do you want to get me drunk and do something bad?" Xiang Weiwei said to Jiang Hui with an angry expression.

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

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

"I really don't have this," Jiang Hui said.

"Then what you mean is that I don't have any charm, and I don't even have the idea of ​​making you break your mind," said Xiang Weiwei.

Jiang Hui had a headache. No matter how you say it, it was all his own, so you might as well change your style.

"Girl, give me a smile," Jiang Hui said to Weiwei's chin with his index finger.

"It doesn't look like it. You can't really not have a girlfriend, right?" Xiang Weiwei reached out and knocked Jiang Hui's finger off.

"Can't you mention something happy? Don't always dig up scars, will it be cured?" Jiang Hui said with an aggrieved expression.

"Your scar is nothing, what I told you just now is the story of scars, is it healing?" said Xiang Weiwei.

"Okay, I was wrong, I had no scars, I was flawless," said Jiang Hui.

"A person like you who are eighteen years old and have never held a girl's hand before is really flawless. I am not afraid of regretting yourself to death in the future," said Xiang Weiwei.

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

"Did you call Vivi? It's called Sister Vivi?" said to Vivi.

"Okay, Vivi," Jiang Hui said.

Xiang Weiwei rolled her eyes at Jiang Hui.

"Where are you looking at?" said Xiang Weiwei.

"It seems that men look at women, raising their heads is called appreciation; lowering their heads will make them hooligans," said Jiang Hui.

"What do you think?" said to Weiwei.

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

"I have a good friend from high school who comes to the imperial capital to play. I am responsible for eating, drinking, playing and sleeping. What are your arrangements?" said Xiang Weiwei.

"Do it just seven days, and then you'll get over if you do it," Jiang Hui said.

"I'm a little hungry, why don't I treat you to midnight snack, sister?" said to Weiwei.

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

Not far from the rented house, there is a food street, with all kinds of delicious food from all over the country, which attracted a group of students around the country to spend.

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

Although this store is not big, the business is very popular, and there are skewers, drinking and chatting everywhere.

I don’t know when xj’s kebab has become a popular snack in the country and is favored by the general public.

Grilled lamb kebabs, called "Kawafu" in Uyghur, are a traditional snack of the Uyghur people. The method is to cut lamb and lamb oil into thin slices, wear them on a thin iron brazel, grill them on a long grilled lamb kebab stove, then sprinkle some spicy noodles, fine salt and cumin powder, and cook them in a few minutes. The color is brown, shiny, and the taste is slightly spicy, neither greasy nor odorful, fresh and delicious.

Ten dollars a dozen skewers, and two dollars a bottle of beer. This price is only the past two years. When Jiang Hui was reborn, you wouldn’t dare to eat mutton skewers worth less than five dollars. Who knows if they sell rat meat with mutton?

While eating skewers and beer, Xiang Weiwei began to tell Jiang Hui about her and her ex-boyfriend. She drank a glass of wine every time she finished talking, and soon she finished a bottle of beer. Xiang Weiwei's face turned slightly red.

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

Xiang Weiwei said that after he broke up with his ex-boyfriend, he didn't tell anyone for a long time, so he just stood up. He seemed to want to vent her emotions tonight.

After drinking one of his bottles of wine, he began to pick up Jiang Hui's bottles from the past few years and filled them with them. He didn't listen to advice at all. Jiang Hui had to speed up his drinking and finish his bottle of wine as soon as possible.

Xiang Weiwei was clamoring to drink again. Jiang Hui was worried that drinking too much outside would easily lead to trouble. When he met a few gangsters, he would be in trouble and did not dare to add more wine. In the end, he could not persuade Xiang Weiwei, so he had to propose to pack some of them back to the rented house to drink.

On the way back, when the wind blew, Xiang Weiwei probably got drunk. She held Jiang Hui's hand and leaned half on Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui felt the softness in his hand, and he wanted to pull out his hand, nor did he not pull out. He was a little distracted and a little embarrassed.

When he arrived at the rented house, Jiang Hui first opened a bottle of mineral water for 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, resting Xiang Weiwei's head on Jiang Hui's shoulder.

"Do you know, I haven't lived such a happy life for a long time. I care about other people's eyes every day, 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, come to me if you want to tell me about it. Just treat me as a trash can, and you are only responsible for receiving it and not spreading it out," said Jiang Hui.

"Hug me, just a while," Xiang Weiwei said with a little depressed mood.

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

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

On the way to send Xiang Weiwei back to the dormitory, neither of them spoke again.
Chapter completed!