Chapter 13 Dear, can you provide free shipping?
Jing Xiaoqiang was busy cleaning the house.
The main reason is that it is very close, located behind the wonton shop, in a four-story old house.
It has a long history and is said to be an apartment built by the British.
Although the small studio that could be rented to him was very small, the kitchen was shared with the neighbors. It had high ceilings, old copper windows, and nice herringbone wooden floors.
There are two closets and a spacious balcony. Even though there is only a 1.3-meter bed and the bathroom is through a small corridor, Jing Xiaoqiang is very satisfied.
For him, who had just arrived in New York and lived in a basement for a long time, everything would get better and better.
When he was quickly cleaning up, his next-door neighbors, all of whom were local elderly people, strictly assigned him the gas stove and asked him where he was from. They emphasized that he should not destroy the kitchen environment here by using the Sichuan cooking habits of stir-frying and spicy food.
Jing Xiaoqiang glanced at the dark and greasy kitchen that could only accommodate three or four people, and agreed with a nod.
Whether it was due to the long-term living environment in Europe and the United States, or the self-disciplined habits of a fitness enthusiast, he had long bid farewell to the high-oil and high-heat cooking methods.
He didn't care about these things. He quickly packed up with a smile and went back to the dance hall to finish work.
He also brought midnight snacks for Huang Xuerong and several band colleagues, as he wouldn't eat because he didn't get enough exercise tonight.
What was a little surprising was that the girl with long legs was still backstage. Even though the musicians were used to seeing beauties on the stage, they still treated her with special favor and gave her the chair where Jing Xiaoqiang usually rested.
Maybe he thinks this appearance is worthy of our livestock.
The drummer sitting at the back reminded Jing Xiaoqiang when he passed by: "Many people invited her to dance, but she didn't go."
Jing Xiaoqiang glanced at the long legs and found that a lot of the makeup had been washed off. In those days, there was no such complicated personal makeup technique as foundation, concealer, highlighter, and contouring. His foundation was not bad, mainly because he was confident.
He was even puffing up his cheeks and glaring at Jing Xiaoqiang.
But he didn't disturb Jing Xiaoqiang's singing. He sat by the stage and watched Jing Xiaoqiang sing "Lambada" and "I Do it for You" very attentively.
Especially the latter, the small band had played it repeatedly many times during the two or three hours that Jing Xiaoqiang went to clean the room.
This soft and delicate melody is the most popular three-step and four-step dance music in dance halls.
Fellow dancers have already started dancing.
But with someone singing, there is definitely much more atmosphere than with just accompaniment. Even the lights in the entire dance hall are coordinated, with star-lit spinning lights casting hazy light and shadows, and the whole place is filled with a strong (gan) romantic (cai) and (lie) sweet (huo) atmosphere.
Jing Xiaoqiang stopped showing off and didn't carry his bass, but the white shirt he wore was coated with a strange glow under the blurry and changing light and shadow.
Huang Xuerong, who was originally enjoying her midnight snack very proudly, almost drooled into the bowl of foam when she saw this.
As a result, the little sister touched her arm and pointed in the direction.
The long-legged girl no longer looked at the dance floor. She crossed her legs, supported her chin with the back of her hands, and stared at the stage intently.
This kind of dim lighting makes Zhu Bajie look much more pleasing to the eye, a slightly unsightly appearance can be made acceptable, and beautiful people will look even more like fairies.
The three little girls in the alley pouted.
I can't compare.
The dried shrimp and seaweed in the wontons are not fragrant.
After Jing Xiaoqiang finished singing, the girl even stood up to greet him. They could only curse each other inwardly: "You little bitch, you are so shameless!"
The band was playing classic songs such as Casablanca slowly, and the girl who looked up at Jing Xiaoqiang had intoxicated eyes.
Jing Xiaoqiang took advantage of his height advantage and rubbed the girl's carefully combed wavy short hair. He was almost fifty years old, and even though he was full of youthful hormones, it was difficult for him to change his mentality of looking down on children.
The intoxication of long legs was immediately shattered. She shook her hair vigorously in dissatisfaction, trying to return to the bangs before: "I thought about it later, are you saying that I didn't put on my makeup well?"
This girl is definitely not very smart.
Jing Xiaoqiang landed on the ground side by side. With the help of high heels, she was not much different from him: "Let's go back early. The buses will stop at this late hour. It's not safe."
Her long legs walked side by side with him: "We'll fly to HK at noon tomorrow. It's not a big deal if we're a little late. We can call a taxi."
But he still managed to express his passionate and courageous emotions and a career he was proud of. In fact, his voice was shaking a little with excitement.
Some people say that ugly people can never appreciate how active beautiful women are...
In fact, Jing Xiaoqiang, who is less than 19 years old, has a completely different temperament from the ignorant boy who was brought up by his senior schoolmate in his previous life when he was a junior in college.
As long as a boy in his twenties is above the standard height and not fat, has regular facial features, and can be looked pleasing to the eye and not offensive if he dresses up a little.
Add to that this mature and calm temperament and stage aura, and it's simply killing people...
Jing Xiaoqiang was considering whether he should eat more protein powder to make himself look fatter, otherwise it would be very troublesome!
A woman will only slow me down in drawing my sword, and I have so many urgent things to do.
Especially in this less open era, a cat can't get its claws off a glutinous rice cake. Do you believe that after sleeping with a girl, she can bring her luggage over with drums and gongs the next day to declare her sovereignty? !
So Jing Xiaoqiang waved goodbye to Huang Xuerong and the others and said, "Okay, I'll take you to the station. Is this kind of makeup popular in Hong Kong recently?"
It was his casual attitude that made the girl unsure, but she also waved to the other side.
This time, Jing Xiaoqiang saw several tall girls dressed differently cheering over there!
It can be seen that they are all flight attendants with similar temperament.
Seeing what other young ladies were like, Huang Xuerong and the others became even more depressed.
The long-legged girl became more confident: "You haven't asked me my name yet. I know your name is Jing Xiaoqiang. I just flew back yesterday and heard from my colleagues that you sing very well and dance beautifully. I came to see you today because I have a day off. I like dancing very much at work."
Jing Xiaoqiang walked outside. Actually, there were quite a lot of people outside. More and more audience members left after he finished singing. However, there were few who met him at the door and began to praise his singing.
But because the long legs next to them were too conspicuous, no one approached them, but everyone was definitely curious about where these two would go.
Jing Xiaoqiang casually said, "Good, very good."
This perfunctory attitude made the other party's newly confident mood uneasy again: "My name is Lu Xi, can we be friends?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was actually reminding himself repeatedly in his heart: "This is not YP, this is not a one-night stand, don't reach out, you will be caught if you do! I am not as passionate and unrestrained as Latin girls or African girls, and I am not as open-minded as North American girls or European girls. You have to get used to it. This is Shanghai in the 1990s. The atmosphere is even more rigorous than the art school you attended back then!"
If you still want to live a peaceful life, don't mess around!
In fact, he didn't know what the customs here were like. To him, the boundary was very vague and confusing.
He said fluently: "Lucy? It's really a sheep farting. This name is very fashionable and sexy..."
Lu Xi's face was in disarray: "Ah? What did you say?"
Jing Xiaoqiang quickly spoke in a more profound way: "Friend is a very precious word. It can understand the truth that life should be rich, but life should be simple. Do you understand?"
Lu Xi is just a technical secondary n't that right?
She opened her blank eyes and blinked twice in vain, then decided to pull herself back to the area she was familiar with: "You just said that my makeup is popular in Hong Kong, but I didn't see it. However, there are many people who wear it like this in Southeast Asia. Do you think it doesn't look good?"
Jing Xiaoqiang felt it necessary to spread some basic common sense to Chinese ladies: "Southeast Asia is in the tropics, and women there tend to have darker skin, so they like to cover it up with heavy makeup. You are still very young, and you are required to wear makeup at work. You should try to wear light makeup as a base to keep your skin hydrated, especially if you have fair skin. When you are working, you can choose a slightly brighter foundation as your base color, and the setting powder can have a little pearlescent luster..."
Lu Xi can only say again: "You...! Setting powder? What is setting powder..."
To be honest, when the reform and opening up began in the 1980s, domestic women's makeup was basically concentrated on simple projects such as applying lipstick, drawing eyebrows, and applying some whitening cream on the face.
Even the makeup profession is not as numerous as the bottles and jars that an ordinary girl will see in front of her mirror a dozen years later.
Even though flight attendants are at the forefront of fashion, they are still scattered based on job requirements, and everyone is groping in the dark.
There is no such thing as a global concept of creating personalized makeup for different skin colors.
Jing Xiaoqiang glanced at her from the side and said, "Setting powder... Never mind. You won't understand even if I tell you. That kind of thick eyebrows is also used by dark skin. Willow-leaf three-dimensional eyebrows are suitable for you. Just make them thinner so as not to scare people."
Lu Xi finally got smart: "read the letters of this word to me, I bought it in HK, can you help me try it? I know there are a few places with rich cosmetics! Is that what you mean? Rich means a lot... Why should it be simple when there are a lot of things?"
When he said this, he cutely scratched his head.
Finally, the mature and majestic aura that she had tried so hard to present before disappeared.
This reminded Jing Xiaoqiang. He had visited various shopping malls in Shanghai in the past few days. Even here, supplies were in short supply and one needed food coupons to eat!
Many of the things he was used to were not available.
Stewardess is a natural purchasing agent.
So I had to take out the money from my pocket and place the order.
