Chapter 2 Chapter two

This walk will not talk to me for at least half a month. I know that it is difficult to be a good person, they all care too much about me, they stare at me every inch and refuse to let go, no one is willing to forget the past, no one is willing to treat me as an ordinary person. Am I back wrong? But you should also give yourself a little more time, and give them a little more time. I lay on the bed with a pillow under my chin. Give yourself some time... I couldn't resist calling Gina. She was a little surprised to hear my voice. "Didn't offend you?" I apologized to her.

Most of the people in the world are soft rather than hard, she immediately relaxed, "You... It's no wonder, I'm too impatient." "When you get angry, I'll face the wall," I said, "I can't stand being at home all day long." "You used to be terrified of saying sorry. Once you broke one of my hairpins and forced my aunt to go around to match the same one. Isn't it because you were afraid of apologizing." "I was only thirteen years old that year." "Yun, we really don't need to say sorry for our friendship."

"I'll tell you one more thing, so that your heart will die. When I was three years old, you were one year old. Grandma didn't love me so much after you were born. I have always secretly hated you. I caught your toe maniac while you were not aware of it. Bite, you cry, and my mother told me to apologize to my aunt, but I refused to die, and I didn't go to your house for half a year." Gina gasped, "There is such a thing? You bad guy, which foot did you bite? Why didn't anyone tell me about it?" I laughed out loud. Gina said, "I should really consider breaking up with you."

"Think about it." I hung up the phone. Mother poked her head in, "What's so funny?" "Talk to Gina about childhood fun." I said, "Mom, I want to discuss it with you." "And what?" She was a little startled. "I want to move out." She didn't turn her face away, "I don't want to listen to such words. Why are your parents hindering you? You will move out as soon as you come back, so it's better not to come back." "Listen, I didn't move out until I found a job, and I don't have any money now."

"Don't move." "Mom," I looked at her, "Jina lives alone." She sighed, "What do you think about your parents?" "I have to explain every day when I go in and out, I have to say good night before going to bed every day, and I have to express my love for my parents every day. Do you think it is inhumane?" Mother resentfully said, "What is this? I don't understand." "Let's discuss it for a while before making a decision," I said. "What you call discussing means that it has already been decided, and the old man will be notified as a routine. He is a good child who has done his best. If he is unhappy, he will do it alone if he doesn't say a word..."

"Mom, it's time to eat, let's see what dishes are available." I changed my trick. "Yeah," she said, "I gotta go and see what she's done with that stuffed eggplant." Like a gust of wind, my mother was fanned out of the room. I'm not used to living with other people, even if those other people are parents. I like to occupy an apartment by myself, and it's okay to wrap myself in a towel for a long time without clothes after the shower. I also like to watch old movies on TV alone late at night, eat cheese and drink white wine. Mothers actually understand, but they are always unwilling to let go of their children.

Helpless, no matter how good the food and living are in the family, the adult children cannot be kept. There was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks on the dinner table. My father finally said, "If you want to move out, now is the time to look for a house. The rent is much cheaper." I was overjoyed, "Thank you, Father." "But you have to report back at least once a week." "Yes, yes." I echoed. My mother was silent, her eyes showed deep loneliness, I pretended not to see. Gina said they were considerate enough. I searched for a job with all my heart, voluntarily lowered my requirements, looked for development in industrial areas, and finally worked as an accountant in a garment factory.

The factory is an old factory. In the past, the uncle of the factory manager was in charge of the accounts.The boss passed away, the prince came on stage, and vowed to carry out a revolutionary reform. Seeing me go to work, it was an instant hit. It took me a full ten days to see the clues in the account books. There is nothing wrong with it, and it can't be fake, it's just chaos.To build a system for him from scratch, like building the Great Wall, and the group of important ministers under the old man may not listen to me, so there is more than a little trouble. I spoke my opinion to the young boss.

He told me to do it boldly, handed me the Shangfang sword, and allowed me to cut first and then play. This is clearly a murder with a borrowed knife. If he wants to make a good face himself, he asks me to make a bad face. If I live up to it, I will become the founding hero of his new dynasty. If I do not do well, he will take the responsibility on my shoulders. Treacherous. For a little salary, I really can't afford to serve the country so loyally. He hesitated in my heart, but my spirit was sustenance. I just thought about this matter over and over again, and I didn't bother to move.

It is said that this is a good opportunity. If you lose the battle, you can take the blame and resign, and be a political victim once. Meanwhile, it was getting colder. I piled up my miscellaneous items, put my old clothes together with the outfit that Gina had borrowed from me, and was not interested in buying new ones. Dressing up is something that takes a lot of time and effort. I used to be a master at it, but I have no interest in it in recent years. Now I go to work in the factory area, and I don’t care too much about my clothes. I am also happy to look like a celebrity, with suit pants and a sweater, and a long straight coat of Gina’s.

Gina said: "If you don't use an umbrella, this Kesmi coat will be ruined in no time." I casually replied: "Clothes will always be broken, and people will always die." She gave me a hard look. I like the weather, it reminds me of when I first arrived in New York, there was a chill in the air. Fifth Street is so lively, I didn't even get involved, the cars were like flowing water, the horses were like dragons, I was just a stranger in a strange city, I was alone in life, and I was alone in death. Place for a cup of coffee. That was a turning point in my life.I used to be too young to know how to live, but now I do. On the corner of the street, a hawker was selling cooked food, surrounded by a large group of female workers, happily talking about a movie I went to see with my boyfriend last night, I was just a tourist, watching the happiness on their faces. Maybe it was because I didn’t have enough clothes or I was too full to eat. I felt exhausted, so I went back to the office building, closed the door, and took a nap on the table. I didn't expect to be able to sleep. Entering the dreamland in the haze, came to a strange wasteland. "What is this place?" I asked. Someone said: "This is the foothills of the Himalayas." In the dream I was surprised, what are you doing in this kind of place? Suddenly, I saw a shining knife. The knife slashed hard on the back of the person. The muscles and subcutaneous fat were rolled up, exposing the white bones, and the blood gushed like a fountain. I was startled and screamed loudly. He raised his head and swept away with one hand, the glass on the table fell to the ground and shattered. I gasp. This dream is so familiar, I have lived with it day and night for the past seven years, and it has become a habit. I took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from my forehead, poured a cup of hot water and drank it, and my soul returned to my body. Foothills of the Himalayas!I couldn't help but laugh, there are all kinds of backgrounds in dreams. When I got off work, I began to have ominous omens, and I was reluctant to leave the company. The little boss came over, "Are you still off work? You look so bad." I forced a smile and said, "Today, I gave an impassioned speech to my colleagues in the accounting department for fifteen minutes. Their faces turned red and white, and my own vitality was greatly injured. But it's strange that they didn't have any words or deeds against me." The little boss was a little proud, "Don't worry, do it and build your system. Believe me, many people work for tigers and have their own reasons. To put it bluntly, it's not for their jobs. For the same reason, they will support you." I laughed. A small boss may not be an ideal manager, but he is no different from an expert in psychology. I got off work with him, but he insisted on giving me a ride. I just said I had an appointment and didn't drop by with him. He understood very well and waved goodbye to me. My heart became more and more restless, and I stepped up to the main road, preparing to call a car. The muddy road was full of all kinds of vehicles, and when I looked up suddenly, I knew why I was terrified all day long. Who was he? Even when it turns gray, I recognize him. Finally met him. I quickly shrank into an alley, with a pale face, and sneaked out one side of my face to see what was going on. He was gone, and I didn't see anything. I trembled with fear.Is it fantasy or real? Is it really Teng Haiqi?Or is it just my imagination? Why did he suddenly disappear in the blink of an eye? It was obviously him, gray suit and tie of the same color, gray sideburns, handsome face... But what is he doing in this area? I closed my eyes, maybe I was dazzled, I was so nervous. Even if I really met face to face, I should give him a light look, and then walk away as if nothing had happened, pretending not to know him. I have been practicing this reaction for seven years, why can't I use it even half of it when it becomes critical?So useless. My heart was sour, and tears dripped from the corners of my eyes. I just reached out to wipe them off, when suddenly a hand fell on my shoulder. In desperation, I cried out suddenly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The man apologized vigorously. I turned around and saw a young guy, Yu, who was in shock. "It's me," he said, "remember me, my name is Zuo Wensi, we met once." I stared at him blankly. Yes, Zuo Wensi.What is wrong with me?Why do I seem to have come back from the gate of hell? "I remember you." I tried to calm down and put my hair down. "I scared you?" He said apologetically, "I saw you on the main road just now, and I came over in a hurry. I didn't expect you to disappear. Fortunately, I looked around in the alley and found you in a daze. How did you get in? of? How dirty in here." "I... I'm missing a glove." He said: "Here, not one, but a pair, but they need to be washed." He picked up the gloves for me and handed them to me. He looked at me with a beaming face, "Why are you here?" "I work here." I said. "For whom?" "Cao's clothing." "Ah." He was obviously familiar with this line of work. "What about you?" I asked casually. "I'll take the order." He replied. He helped me out of the alley, and I had already settled down. "Let me give you a ride," he insisted, "you're a little out of sorts." I stopped insisting and followed him silently. He didn't drive a car, we got on a street car. I leaned on the car seat cushion in a very dazed state.I swear I saw Teng Haiqi just now. Hong Kong is so small, since I am back, I will definitely meet him. I smiled wryly, and faced the mirror, practice that expression more, first glance at him lightly, and then walk away as if nothing had happened. "Yunna." Zuo Wensi called me. "Yes, you talking to me?" I took a breath. "What's wrong with you, your nose is red." "Oh, I have a bad cold." "I have a hunch, I know I'm going to have to run into you again." He said excitedly, rubbing his hands. I came back to my senses, "Of course, unless you don't come out, you will always meet. In cafes, theaters, and roads, this is a crowded city." "Ah, Yunna, can I ask you out?" He asked vigorously. "Me? Of course." I was a little unnatural. "I called you, I remember you said you wanted to see my design." "Ah... yes." I took out a card and handed it to him. "Thank you." He put it away carefully. "I'm home, thank you." I got out of the car. "Drink a cup of hot tea, have a good sleep, and remember to bring an umbrella on rainy days." He called out from the car. I can't help but smile. I was so lost that even strangers could not help advising me. People in the world are like this, they only like to educate and guide others. When I got home, I was exhausted and didn't eat, so I washed my face and fell on the bed. Faintly heard my mother say: "How can I sleep in such iron-like pants?" I turned over and slept like a pig, whatever. I woke up at eight o'clock the next day and slept for eleven hours.My belly was like thunder, and I hurried to the kitchen to ask the Filipino maid to make breakfast, and then I changed my clothes and went to work. Seeing me devouring my food, my father smiled and asked, "You still said you want to move out?" He looked very relieved. I also laugh. Really, I haven't said for a long time that I want to move out. "Eat slowly and ask the driver to take you there." Father said. "It's too congested. It's much faster to get off the bus." I grabbed my coat and purse and left. Before going out, I saw my mother's relieved smile. "Poor parents in the world." At noon, I asked the messenger to go out to buy a lunch box. Someone knocked three times on my door. I thought it was Boss Cao, but when I looked up, I saw Zuo Wensi. "You?" I laughed, "Why did you come up without making a sound?" "Come and see you." He said happily.I looked at him, there were no flowers or gifts in my hands, so I knew he was not a smooth talker. "Sit down, please." I stood up and gave him the space. My "room" is a square of tofu surrounded by three plywood screens, a very old-fashioned frosted glass door, a steel desk, and a small swivel chair. There was a pile of papers in front of him. He sat down in an old chair beside me. "People's rooms are resplendent," he said, "like the sets in TV dramas." "I don't mind," I said, "it's the singer, not the song." He stared at me, just smiled and said nothing. I teased him, "You seem to have some great news for me." He clapped his hands, "Right." Zuo Wensi happily said: "Today at five o'clock, I will wait for you downstairs, and I will show you my newly designed clothes." Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, I couldn't push him away, so I smiled and said, "I'm not a propagandist, show me what's the use." "You can be my model." "Me?" I opened my eyes wide. "You lovely person, when you open your mouth many times, you always ask absent-mindedly: Why is 'I' so unconfident?" I smiled shyly. "Why does he pay so much attention to my every move?" "You are too shy." I couldn't bear it anymore, and said again: "Me?" The two of us laughed at each other. I am shy?No no no, there is no such thing.In foreign countries, my style is more daring than the most daring babes.Somehow, against him, my magnanimity was almost impossible to display. He said: "It's settled at five o'clock." "Hey!" He winked at me, opened the door and went out. I sighed and thought, he actually has such a good impression of me, how can a woman be insensitive to this, and immediately notice it. The little boss opened the door and came in, his voice was full of surprise, "Is that Zuo Wensi?" "Yes." I admit. He sat across from me, "We wanted to ask him to design a series of sportswear to match the European market, but he never agreed." "Really?" I nodded politely, without comment. The little boss continued, "This young man really has a head start. I watched him come up. He was just a student of an engineering college. After school, he went to a small factory to find some odd jobs. He doesn't care about pay. He is thoughtful and flexible. Bosses I saw that it was more appropriate than a famous one, so I officially used him, and in less than ten years, he made a name for it, and now it is said that it has opened a store." "yes." "Are you good friends with him?" the little boss asked. "No, very ordinary friends." "His name is also popular in Europe." "Help me out, see when he is free, treat him to a meal, and those sets of sportswear will be available." The little boss is full of hope. I just have to smile. "The word Zuo Wensi can be sold as a sign," he muttered again, "but this guy doesn't like to socialize, and everything is done by the manager. I can't catch him if I try to catch him." It turned out to be a celebrity. "His background is mysterious and mysterious. I heard that he was an orphan with only one sister who depended on him for life. Now he is married well. The two sisters and younger brothers have finally survived. Their parents will feel comforted in the spirit of heaven." Little Boss has the characteristics of Shanghainese. One sentence can be divided into ten sentences, but every sentence is beautiful. I asked, "Does everyone know everything about everyone in this town?" The little boss smiled, "Of course not, it's only limited to famous people. Who cares about the nine aunts and seven aunts?" "Who's a famous person?" "For example, Zuo Wensi is, but I am not." He laughed. "Really? Why? What are the boundaries?" I wondered. He slyly said: "But if I go after a certain starlet, I can also become an instant celebrity." "Really?" I asked in disbelief. "Of course, otherwise you think little stars are so popular?" It dawned on me. "Yunna, you... are really naive, but it doesn't matter, live in Hong Kong, learn slowly, and you'll get used to it in no time." I laughed, "I'm not a pure little girl. It's just a different style and I have yet to get used to it." "I don't know that, but I know you're a good accountant." He went out. I put my head on my hands. It seems that it can be done here.Do it as long as you can, start from scratch, meet new friends, raise your head, and face the sun. I clenched my fists and laughed at my sudden excitement. At five o'clock, Zuo Wensi was waiting for me downstairs. Originally, I didn't want to be friends with Zuo Wensi, but after what the little boss said, I felt that he was really talented, and I couldn't help admiring him, and my attitude changed significantly. "Let's go." I tugged at the placket. "Is this your only coat?" he teased me. "Hmm." I said, "How about it, don't you like it?" "I want to dress you up," he made a gesture. "You are the only woman here who is not stained by color. I can change you from beginning to end. I have this ambition." "When I'm a blank sheet of paper for you to scribble on?" I put my hands in my pockets. "Come on, get in the car." "I used to like dressing up too." I said. "I'm most afraid of women who don't know how to wear clothes but think they can wear them," he said. "It doesn't matter if they simply don't know how to wear them. Taste is an acquired condition, and the innate condition is to have a modern face and figure." "Ah." I opened my eyes wide. "You have all the big eyebrows that are popular now," he said. "My eyes and nose have been growing on my face for more than 20 or 30 years." I laughed. "No one told you that you were beautiful when you were young, right? Now it's your turn to show up." I looked up and smiled, "You are so funny." "I'm looking for a photography model to take pictures of my new design, would you try it?" "Can you do it?" "How about trying?" We re-arrived at his shop. By this time the clothes had been hung up, all black on one rack and white on the other. "There are only a dozen or so pieces of clothes?" I asked. "Enough business?" He said: "When the clothes are still being ironed at the back, they have all been sold, do you believe it?" The voice was a little helpless, "The clothes hanging here will be transferred to the women's boudoir in less than three days, so Don't worry about business." "Great, I love hearing about artists finding life." "Me?" He laughed, "forgive me for imitating you, I am not an artist, but a small businessman." "Anything is fine, nice to meet you, Zuo Wensi." We shake hands again. This time I really plan to be friends with him. He took out a string of evening clothes from the inside, and when I saw it, my eyeballs almost fell out. All white and black, or black and white. Whether it is long, short, strapless, low-cut, backless, beaded, or gauze-edged, in a word, they are all ingenious and have their own ingenuity. There are more than ten pieces in total, which guarantees that any woman will yearn for them after seeing them. "It's so beautiful!" I praised, "It's really the clothes of the clouds." "Thank you," he said. "Try it on." I asked with a smile. "Please." There are female staff who come to serve me, help me stretch, straighten my shoulders, etc. I look in the mirror and sigh, no wonder women spend a lot of money on dressing up, it looks like a completely new body. I was still wearing sneakers, my hair was not done properly, I was combing a ponytail, I went out and opened the skirt to show Zuo Wensi. He put one hand under his chin and propped the other on his waist. After looking at me, he immediately told the female staff: "Call the photographer and say I found it." "Pass?" I asked. "Yes," he was ecstatic, "I knew you were her the first time I saw you." "Don't take close-up shots, I have wrinkles around my eyes." I sat on a leather chair. "The photographer will take some Polaroids for you in a while, and if it's suitable, it will be officially done at another time." "What are these pictures going to do?" "Help me sell this batch of clothes." "Oh." "I'll pay you, don't worry." I looked at him, "I may be wrong, but I believe in you." "You won't regret it." In less than twenty minutes, his photographer Xiao Yang arrived, carrying a bottle of champagne. "Found it?" He shouted, "Let me see." He was a lanky young man, like a shadow of Zuo Wensi. "It's you," he stared at me, "it really is perfect." The photographer took out the props and took a stack of instant photos for me. He and Zuo Wensi pointed, "Excellent but very blunt. It takes more than a hundred rolls of negatives to turn around. At this moment, she thinks that the camera is a man-eating beast, and she must be familiar with the camera." "That's not a problem." I mutter, "I'm not quite sure I have that much time." Xiao Yang said coldly: "How many women dream of it. Du Lisha just begged me yesterday, and Mimi and Judy want to make a comeback." Zuo Wensi replied on my behalf: "Xiao Yang, she is not a model." "Aren't you? No wonder you have such a fresh face." Xiao Yang asked, "What are you doing? Movies, TV?" "Neither, you are not allowed to ask more questions, I will go to your studio on Sunday." "Okay," Xiao Yang tidied up, "ask the makeup artist to draw heavy eyeliner for her. Also, if the hair needs to be permed and wrinkled, the sneakers can be used." Zuo Wensi said: "If you insist on turning all the girls into vulgar fans, you won't be satisfied." "I don't perm my hair." I rushed to say. "Of course, you can just comb the horse's tail." Zuo Wensi said. Xiao Yang shrugged, "Sunday, remember, I will go to New York on Monday." "Come on." Zuo Wensi pushed him out. The female staff held out champagne, and several of us toasted. After they left, Zuo Wensi said to me, "I'm hungry, how about going to eat together?" "I'll talk about it after I change my clothes." "Just wear this one, I have a shawl here." I laughed and said, "So crazy? I'm past that age, let me change my clothes." He may blame me for being too introverted, but I have no obligation to deliberately please him. I used to do that.But I didn't know how to love myself before. He helped me put on my coat. We found an Italian restaurant for spinach pasta. "Are you a good tennis player?" He suddenly asked, "You still wear handguards." I was startled, and then replied, "It's the same as my sneakers, I'm used to it." "Actually, I don't like women who are slovenly. They look sloppy, but you are different. On you, you are chic. There is a subtle difference." His voice was low, and there was something touching about it. I was startled again, but laughed immediately, "Call me sloppy!" He rubs his nose. "Some women have gone to the end, the limelight is enough, the powder can't be thicker, the youth can't come back, the clothes can't be trendy, eye-catching, and revealing... The audience has no imagination at all, and it is very boring, but you, you It's a rough jade." I was both annoyed and funny, "Speaking of it, it's just treating me as a canvas that you can exert your strength on." He smiled and said nothing. Suddenly I became embarrassed and my cheeks flushed. I was surprised at first. I blushed because it had never happened to me ten years ago. This is a physiological phenomenon that does not belong to me. I put my face in my hands, I only felt it was burning hot, and I knew that my expression was weird. He stared at me with a smile. "What?" I snapped at him. "Appreciate the uncut jade I unearthed." His voice was also shy. I gulp down beer.Eat up a small plate of spinach pasta. "If you eat like this, you will gain weight all of a sudden." He warned me. "What, fat?" I laughed, "That's a good thing, what you got is a fat jade in the rough." "Today's women rarely dare to add flesh to their bodies, you are an exception." I put down the knife and fork, "Duh! The more you talk, the more outrageous you are. What kind of expert are you?" "Don't forget I roll among women, I'm a tailor." "Scared?" A real surprise. "Tailor." There was a hint of humor and self-mockery in his voice, "Although modern people give my profession a beautiful name, calling me a fashion designer, I am actually a tailor, am I not?" I quickly said: "Then what is an accountant? It's just an accountant." He laughed, "Miss Accountant." "People are willing to give you a beautiful name, and you accept it. Why bother to pursue the truth? To put it bluntly, there is nothing nice to say." After hearing this, he pondered for a long time, but did not speak. It was only then that I realized that I had gone too far, why would I always bring up the truth of life, and quickly said: "It's late, I have to go." "I'll take you back." "it is good." When I got home that day, I really felt that I had found a friend I could talk to. Life is back to normal, with fewer complaints. "Don't want to move out anymore?" asked the mother. The father didn't take it seriously, "It was so easy for her not to mention it, but you reminded her again." Gina complained, "Working in the barren land is so painful, I really admire you." "Central is taken over by you heavenly girls, I might as well run to To Kwa Wan." "Are you going to travel around the world with one piece of clothing?" Gina said. "There's no need to buy new ones," I said, "I won't wear them after I buy them, and I'm too lazy to change them." "Hybes is not popular now." She widened her eyes. "You framed me," I cursed her, "You said I was dirty? I wash my hair and take a bath every day, so I should pay attention to my personal hygiene." "Then what do you want to do?" "be myself." "You have a boyfriend now, you have to dress up." She objected. "Boyfriend?" Who? "Ah, of course, you don't need to buy clothes," she winked, "Are you afraid that no one will deliver the most fashionable clothes to your door?" It was only then that I realized who she was referring to, but I smiled and said nothing. The fact is not what she thought, the fact is that Zuo and I are a bit like brothers and sisters. The relationship between men and women in big cities has always been as fast as lightning, coming and going without a trace, but friendship lasts for a long time. I need friends more than lovers right now. As for lovers, you really need as many as you want. "Glad that you can finally start over," Gina said. When she said that, she reminded me again. Gina remained silent, but turned the wristband on the other hand. "Enjoy a lot." I looked up at Gina, "In this city, does everyone know everything about everyone?" "Are you afraid?" Gina asked, "That was many years ago." I bowed my head, "I'm not afraid, I just feel tired." She was worried, "It's better not to come back. I thought you had forgotten it long ago. It doesn't matter if others don't forget it. The most important thing is that you forget it yourself." "Who said no?" I said, "I thought I could forget, too." "What's the rumor?" Gina asked. "That day, I seemed to see him." Gina smiled: "The sea of ​​people is vast, how can there be such a coincidence?" "Really," I said palely, "I'm terrified of something, like a frightened bird, once bitten by a snake, I'm afraid of ropes all my life." It was inconvenient for Gina to express her opinion, so she listened quietly. "I reacted so strongly that I was afraid of myself," I said. "It's been seven years. There is no difference between seven years and a century." Gina waved her hands, "Do you still have scars?" I let out a deep breath. Gina looked at me sympathetically, "Are you going to leave for the second time?" "I came back this time because of my parents. I couldn't bear to tell them to go abroad. I decided to spend some time with them." I held my head in my hands, "I have made them ashamed enough." "Hearing what you said, it seems like you've committed some heinous crime." Gina forced her smile, "Stop talking." "No." I nodded. "How about Zuo Wensi?" "He has an artistic temperament, and he is very easy to talk to. When it comes to fashion, he can talk endlessly, but when it comes to other things, he is a little bit shy. Such a man should be matched with a pure woman." Gina pretended to cover her mouth, "Hey, when did you learn the literary accent? Have you heard the story of Sodon and Gomorrah? There is no righteous person in those two cities. Where can I find them in this city? Pure people?" Mother poked her head out, "What are the two chattering about?" I jumped up in fright, and Gina couldn't help laughing even more. I was at a loss, just like when the two of us were in middle school, the two of us were locked in the room and talked about everything until dawn, until my mother came to intervene. Gina is the same as before, and I will never be able to get back to that time. Gina left later.