Chapter 11 tease a woman with interest-1

she likes people to get close to her She is not aggressive, does not make unforgiving gestures, neither takes advantage of others, nor turns them away thousands of miles away.While dealing with it, people can spare energy and brains to appreciate her and like her.If you blindly talk with each other and force people to have no time to fight, they will neglect more important things.Moreover, it will scare people away.She doesn't want to scare people away, she doesn't want people to stay away from her, she likes people to get close to her.Therefore, she is very funny and easy-going, and everyone is happy, and they regard her coming downstairs as a show.

However, he was very unaccustomed to it.It made him uncomfortable to see people so interested in teasing a woman who was equally interested in facing it bravely and cheerfully.But seeing her so naive, so natural that the wind blows and the water flows, my heart softens again, and I can't feel disgusted.He lowered his head even more deeply and played his own piano.In her heart, she felt strangely aggrieved. She obviously came here after hearing him play the piano, but it turned out to make others happy.He didn't understand how he could feel this grievance, and felt that it was ridiculous, so he tried his best to suppress it.When he came home from get off work, at dinner, he told the woman how she was two-and-a-half, undignified, teased, amused, and so on.After criticizing her for a while, I felt at ease, as if I wasn't so ashamed.The woman listened, and only said lightly: "Everyone has his own temper, if you don't like it, please stop talking." He became bored again and buried his head in eating.When I went to bed at night and hugged a woman, I suddenly wondered how she should feel in my arms, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my body, and the hug was no longer natural.To overcome this unnaturalness, he embraces the woman more tightly, and she returns him with more tenderness.He gradually calmed down and fell asleep.

From then on, she seemed to be familiar with the threshold, and she often came to sit, knitting patterns that would never be repeated with ever-changing wool.Listening to him playing the piano, after listening for a while, he interrupted and started talking to him.Once her voice came out, like a trumpet, the men from each room were summoned to surround her and tease her.Only then did he play the piano leisurely, the sound of the piano interspersed with the hissing air leakage of the bellows and her unhurried answer.She is always happy in this siege, the downside is that he never participates in the siege.She didn't want anyone to slip through the net, so she rushed out of the siege to tease him:

"Accordionists, don't you talk to the crowd?" "I'm also a crowd," he said.Being dragged into battle, he had no choice but to answer, otherwise it would be like letting her down. "Then why don't you talk to us?" "I can't tell you." He was telling the truth. "You are humble! Excessive modesty is pride." She continued. He was speechless, embarrassed, but somewhat honored.Because everyone else was teasing her, he was the only one she took the initiative to attack.However, since I really have no experience in this field, I have no countermeasures, so I have to stand in the cold with great apologies.Everyone booed, she was very proud, but she was not satisfied, and provoked a second round of attack, leaving everyone aside.People couldn't help being a little disappointed, stopped for a while, then went out one after another, and went back to their offices, leaving the two of them behind.

When the man got separated, she let it go, changed the subject, and asked him some casual gossip, where the woman worked, how many children she had, whether they were boys or girls, and so on.He also gradually settled down, no longer embarrassed, and the two talked peacefully.The afterglow of the setting sun reflected in the window, there was a warm atmosphere, unknowingly, I was a little moved.When the off-duty bell rang, everyone stood up and prepared to go home. When they parted, they seemed a little embarrassed, and they couldn't say anything. A day later, someone came to his office and told him very secretly to be careful.He asked puzzledly, why are you careful, but he seemed to understand a little bit, blushing slightly.The man told many stories about her, all with names, surnames, times and places.The story begins with falling in love with someone and always ends with abandoning that person.In short, she stalks people like a fairy, but tortures her in every possible way, she has no sincerity, it's just a game.Once caught in her net, there will be no good consequences, not to mention ruined reputation, even life is in danger.Those stories are tortuous and romantic, sweet and sinister, making people shudder.He listened for a while, then suddenly asked, since everyone knew that she was like this, why did everyone like to joke with her, but didn't stay away.The colleague was a little embarrassed, and explained hesitantly: "It's just amused with her, and I was already vigilant in my heart."He also said that it was for your own good to tell you, and so on.After speaking, he left somewhat resentfully.

He sat in his corner, staring at the landscape pictures pressed under the glass plate, feeling a little confused and angry, he didn't know what was wrong, and he didn't know what to be angry about.The field in the landscape picture gradually transformed into her plump face, slightly sideways.The lines of the cheeks are very beautiful, the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are connected to form a pretty silhouette, the mouth moves slightly, spit out some ignorant and unreasonable words.The eyes are always indifferently flickering and seductive.He was a little irritable, and flicked his hand across the glass panel, flicking away her image, and restored the verdant field.On the field behind the glass panel, his own face was faintly reflected, pale and thin, and slightly haggard.He rubbed his face with his palm, feeling extremely unsatisfactory and resentful.The sun moved as if it was not moving, and before I knew it, it was noon, and the bell rang for the end of get off work.He got up and went home to lunch, thinking how uselessly life was wasted.Then he hurried home sullenly and hastily.When I got home, the children had already finished school and were dancing rubber bands downstairs, and the woman had just arrived and was opening the furnace door.He washed rice, chopped vegetables, cooked rice together, and called his daughter to eat together.After eating, close your eyes for a while, and then leave.He forcefully opened his eyes, closed his mouth tightly to suppress the continuous upward yawn, and tears flowed down his face.The noon sun was like a brazier on his head, he restrained his fatigue and heat, and hurriedly walked to the Cultural Palace.After entering the door, walking through the garden, and walking straight into the shady corridor, I breathed a sigh of relief. The cross wind blows through my body, and the coolness penetrates into every pore.He woke up a little bit, and looking at the scorching sun in the yard in front of him, he couldn't help but hesitate, wanting to take a rest.At this moment, she heard the sound of a bicycle behind her. Looking back, she saw that she was putting away her bicycle and was about to go upstairs.She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, under which her face was flushed with sunburn, and a light-bottomed floral shirt with short sleeves was long and narrow to the elbows, covering her round and strong shoulders.Thinking of her colleague's warning in the morning, she felt a little nervous and embarrassed. She was about to walk towards the sun, but she turned her head and saw him.Her gaze seemed to have a fixed spell, and he couldn't move anymore, standing there in a daze, smiling embarrassedly.But she was very lazy. She untied the strap of her straw hat, took off her straw hat, and sighed:

"Isn't it only mid-May?" "Yeah, it's only mid-May." He quickly replied. "It's July fever," she said, fanning her chest with her straw hat, and brushed past him as she went upstairs.The fan passed him, bringing with it a strange smell, definitely not soap or cream, but it was faintly pleasant.He stood still, not daring to look at her too much, but also not daring not to look at her.She watched everything out of the corner of her eye, secretly amused.Go upstairs step by step, take out the key, open the door and enter the house, sit on the high stool and continue to fan the wind.At this time, she saw his figure from the window, thin and lonely, walking in the sun, walking towards the office.The most radiant light made his white shirt reflect so brightly that it was dazzling.He walked to the door of the office and fumbled for the key.He took out a string, plugged it in, pulled it out, plugged it in again, and then it was plugged in correctly. He opened the door, walked in, and disappeared.After a while, he appeared at the door again, poured out the tea root in the teacup, and blocked the door with a brick to prevent it from being carried by the wind.

"This person is not bad." She said lazily in her heart, "Honest, but smart." She thought, and then took out a small thermos cup from her bag. There were a few sticks of ice cream in the cup, which had already melted half.She sucked it slowly, and suddenly thought: Give him a little bit.I thought this idea was very good and interesting, and I couldn't help laughing.He put on the straw hat again, but didn't fasten it, and let the straw hat cover his head casually, almost covering his eyes.Then he took the thermos and went downstairs, across the sun, to his office.She saw several pairs of eyes looking at her from the row of doors and windows, and she felt that the sun had turned into a stage, and she was walking unhurriedly, as if she didn't notice anything.She walked to his door, reached out and knocked twice on the open door, and walked in.

He was dozing off on the table, when he woke up suddenly, and saw her standing in front of him like a dream, under the crooked straw hat, looking at him with a pair of bright eyes with a smile, and said to him: "Let's eat ice cream!" He looked at the orange-yellow thermos cup, he couldn't pick it up, and it wasn't good if he didn't pick it up, feeling conflicted in his heart. Seeing him so terrified, she was both amused and proud in her heart, but she acted unconsciously, unscrewed the lid, took out a piece of ice cream, put it into the boiling water glass he was drying, and the ice cream melted quickly , she put in the second one. "That's enough, that's enough!" He blocked it with his hand and touched hers, but she was moved in her heart, looking at his hand that spread out to cover the mouth of the cup, she thought to herself: "This man has nice long hands. "Thinking, I pulled out the chair and sat down to eat the last sorbet.Wrap it in your mouth and look at him out of the corner of your eye.He buried his head in drinking water, thinking about what his colleagues said in the morning, and thinking about why today is a little different. She came, but no one came to have fun, and there were obviously many people around.Feeling very uneasy in my heart, I decided to treat her coldly so that I could tell her to leave quickly.He took out a piece of material from the drawer, looked at it intently, and turned his back to her.

Seeing him so embarrassed, she was even happier, sucking the ice cream slowly, licking it with her tongue until it melted little by little, turned into cool sweet water, flowed into her throat, and finally turned into a small bamboo stick, and bit on it Between the teeth, patiently waiting for him to turn around.She was sure that he had to turn back, she had already figured out the man thoroughly.Sure enough, as expected, he turned his head slowly, and saw her face facing the window, with a small bamboo stick in her mouth, up and down.Just when she was about to turn her head back, she looked back gently and caught him.He pretended to be looking at other things, walked around the room with his eyes, returned to the desk, and looked at the materials without seeing anything.She looked at his back, and there was a white vest printed inside Zhenliang's shirt, and a little sweat wetted the shirt through the vest, sticking the shirt to his back.The sweat trail slowly and interestingly expanded, expanded.Only then did she stand up with satisfaction and leave without saying goodbye.

He knew that he was being tricked by her, but there was nothing he could do. He hated her and hated himself.I hate her for being narrow-minded, and I hate myself for being worthless.But he didn't dare to stay alone in the office anymore, so he stood up and went to the next door to chat with his colleagues.He felt that his colleagues were looking at him with secretive eyes, as if they were probing something, and they were funny, and he felt very uncomfortable.He is not good at getting along with people by nature, and he is always nervous when he is together, so he is not as comfortable as being alone.But still extremely uncomfortable insisted not to go back to his room. She went upstairs slowly, sat in front of the typewriter, cocked her fingers and pressed the keys again and again.The sweat on his back appeared in front of his eyes, smudged out gently, and then gradually expanded, like a cartoon, he pursed his lips and smiled.But there was a bit of turmoil in my heart, as if my desire had been touched, I was startled unconsciously.That piece of wet sweat gave off a hot breath.Gently teasing her breath.Her heart was beating, and she felt a little annoyed. She wanted to have fun, but unexpectedly, she felt annoyed, and she also had a kind of anger at being tricked, but she didn't realize that she had offended someone else first, and she tapped the typewriter heavily. Hearing the popping sound, he was still not relieved, so he simply stood up and got off work by himself. He was sitting in someone else's office, but his eyes were always looking at the second floor beyond the sun.He saw two hands stretched out from the window, pulling the glass window left and right.After a while, I saw a person pushing a bicycle in the opposite corridor. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I was sure it was her.She pushed her bicycle and left.Only then did he feel relieved, and when he returned to his office, the sun had already passed slightly, and there was a corner of shade in the sun.My heart is a little empty, as if I have lost something, very boring, but I don't want to play the piano.After sitting in a dull mood for a while, I also gave myself a leave of absence and went home. The sun was moving straight west. When I got home, the older child had already finished school and was lying on the table doing homework.It was too early to pick up my little daughter from kindergarten.He wanted to find something to do.Looking at the clothes in the footbasin, I thought it was too much. I was afraid that it would be cooking time if I couldn’t finish the washing. I was too lazy to go shopping, and I didn’t want to walk. I explained to myself that when I met someone on the road It's hard to say, I just lay down on the bed, the drowsiness that was tired at first disappeared without a trace once I lay down, and I couldn't even close my eyes.The voice of the daughter reciting the multiplication formula came in: "Three three is nine, three forty-two, three fifty-five, three sixty-eight..." He couldn't help but also silently recited along with her, and when he realized it was funny, he stopped Reciting, but it is always boring, I just think about my mind, but I have nothing to think about.The cup of boiled water with cream sorbet melted, the taste of whether it is sweet or not is still on the tongue, sticky and thirsty.He got up and poured water to drink.After tossing and turning like this, it finally arrived in the evening.The woman picked up his little daughter and came back home, so he had something to do: "What song did you learn in kindergarten today?" He asked, holding his daughter on his lap. The daughter sang it to him, but she couldn't understand the lyrics, not even herself.Her articulation is far less sharp than that of her elder sister, and she bites her own tongue. "What dance did you learn?" He asked again. The daughter climbed down on his lap, making strange movements, tiptoeing, and rhythmically.He loved her very much, and went to hug her again, but she was already very impatient, and struggled to escape, and went to grandma's house with her sister to play with dolls.He had no choice but to help in the kitchen, but the woman didn't let him intervene, saying that the kitchen couldn't move the two of them away, and besides, there was nothing to do at night, and he was no more nervous than at noon, so she asked him to rest.He didn't go away, but retreated to the door, leaning against the door frame and talking to the woman.The woman said she wanted him to leave, but in her heart she liked him not to leave, and she was willing to gossip with her no matter how busy or tired she was. "The woman in our unit is really two hundred and five." He said again. "What two hundred and fifty?" she asked. "Talk to me, and force me to eat ice cream." He said. "Is she in love with you?" She joked. "That's right, that's the kind of person she is, why don't you tell her two hundred and five?" He replied, and then told her the stories his colleagues told her in the morning. After hearing this, she only said, "There is such a woman." Seeing that her reaction was flat, he was a little disappointed; but he didn't know what kind of reaction he was expecting, so he had to change the topic and say something else.