Chapter 28 The romance you want is my style
This rich experience, of course, also comes from Jing Xiaoqiang's many girlfriends who work part-time in high-end hotels in Manhattan.
Hotel receptionists are one of the most common part-time jobs for cabaret performers in Manhattan.
I often go to these luxury hotels for romance.
After a quick wash with a few old guys, they decided not to have breakfast together today. Uncle Cheng invited him to have afternoon tea, so Jing Xiaoqiang went upstairs to knock on Feng Xiaoxia's door.
If it weren't for his special relationship, he wouldn't even be able to go upstairs.
Feng Xiaoxia asked cautiously: "Xiao Qiang?"
Jing Xiaoqiang smiled: "You have to ask who it is, or ask Xiaohua, otherwise people will know who you are waiting for."
The heavy door opened immediately, and Feng Xiaoxia's voice became a little heavier: "If not for you, who else should I wait for?"
Then he immediately asked in surprise: "Why is your hair wet? Is it raining outside?"
She reached out and pulled Jing Xiaoqiang to the bathroom to pull out a towel, but her small vest and panties were also hanging on the hanger. She was so scared and shy that she quickly covered them up: "Don't look!"
Jing Xiaoqiang actually commented: " The style is too old. You will be laughed at when you compare yourself with other students in the big city. Buy something trendy later."
Feng Xiaoxia's ears turned red, and she stood on tiptoe to rub Jing Xiaoqiang's hair: "Shut up! Lower your head..."
She still tried her best to put on her most beautiful dress. Although she would still be considered a country girl in Shanghai, she was already at the average level on the street.
The long, straight black hair was washed and tied into a pigtail, giving it a fresh fragrance.
It's just that the estimation tools for burrs are not suitable.
According to Jing Xiaoqiang's outrageously rich experience, as long as he reached out and grabbed it, he wouldn't have to go out this morning.
Just trying to find a place to dry her hair made Feng Xiaoxia's face flushed, her eyes dizzy, and she felt vulnerable, and her voice was shaking.
So the old driver had to take a deep breath to hold it in. Of course he didn't tremble: "Take out yesterday's cosmetics bag. I'll teach you some simple maintenance and makeup care. I'll send you some more when you get to school. This is the airport route map from Shanghai to Beijing. I asked a few uncles on business trips, and they said there are buses to the city, and then you can take these buses to school. See if there is anything you don't understand."
Feng Xiaoxia looked at the familiar handwriting on the note. It seemed as if it was still on the desk yesterday, but it wrote her university route.
It was impossible not to have a pounding heart, and my little chest was heaving up and down.
Jing Xiaoqiang knows how to control the timing and prevent his passion from erupting.
He pulled her to sit in front of the dressing mirror and helped her dress up: "The bottles are marked one, two, and three. Just apply and rub in the order. When you enter university, you will be half a member of society. You must learn to face society independently and maturely . Never regard yourself as someone's appendage. You will always be the confident and strong Feng Xiaoxia..."
These days, even parents in the county town can’t say such heartfelt words.
Ah, this is the favorite of Jing Xiaoqiang created by so many confident and strong girls.
Tears immediately welled up in the girl's eyes, she was moved and unbelievable.
We've been classmates for years, sat together for so long, and you're only telling me this now?!
What have you been doing so far?
Jing Xiaoqiang skillfully helped her wipe away her tears.
He also said this: "If we had wasted our time dating in high school, we might have had a child. It seems that Hu Wenlan from junior high school gave birth to a child before she finished high school, right? Do you want to spend your whole life sitting on the steps in front of the Light Industry Bureau, holding your child in your arms and basking in the sun? You've come this far, worked hard to get into a university in Beijing, are you willing to go back to being mediocre in the end?"
Thinking of that junior high school classmate who already looked like a middle-aged woman, Feng Xiaoxia was suddenly startled. The spring passion that had just surged in her heart magically faded away, and she only looked at the big boy in the mirror who was dressing her up with bright eyes.
There is no doubt that even if the mountains collapse and the Milky Way collapses in this lifetime, this scene cannot be erased from the girl's mind.
The restroom and dressing table in a five-star hotel were both exquisite and luxurious; almost everything about them was something Feng Xiaoxia had never seen before.
She played here for a long time last night.
So it definitely meets the highest imagination of a girl’s romantic environment, and she doesn’t know what will happen no matter how good it is.
Just like how good this big boy is to her.
It's just that the words sounded a little strange. It didn't sound like what a classmate or desk mate said. It was more like his father's advice.
Jing Xiaoqiang was talking to himself: "Your hair is a little dry, so you need to use conditioner. I'll see if it's available later. And it's okay if you like to tie your hair like this, but you have to change the middle parting frequently, otherwise it will become more and more bald, hahahaha..."
The girl in the mirror is indeed gradually changing. After the rusticity from the small county town is washed away, whether it is the upturned eyebrows, the light blush, or the highlight on the bridge of the nose, they all exude a sense of fashion.
It even surpassed the foreign style of Shanghai in the 1990s, making Feng Xiaoxia's other emotions disappear. She murmured: "You... when did you learn it? Why don't I know it?"
Jing Xiaoqiang boasted proudly: "I applied for the makeup major in the stage design department. Of course, I have to study hard to improve myself. I have worked so hard, so you should also work hard in college."
Obviously, every word he instills now may be more effective than what Feng Xiaoxia's parents say, and will give Feng Xiaoxia tremendous motivation.
The girl nodded heavily.
It was said to be a simple task, but it still took me more than an hour in the end.
Feng Xiaoxia was reluctant to leave the mirror, and Jing Xiaoqiang even wrote her a list of daily makeup steps.
While packing up, I reminded him not to tell others: "With this alone, you can do makeup for leaders, teachers, and hosts at school and build good relationships with them part-time. Treat your college life as a practice before entering the society. If you have any difficulties, write to me. I will not be stingy to send you things or money. But you can't rely on me. You have to rely on yourself."
How to describe it? In the past thirty years, Jing Xiaoqiang must have wanted to protect a girl forever many times, or hoped that someone would have a smoother and more brilliant life, but there was only so much he could do at that time.
Who hasn't experienced the embarrassment of being unable to do things when they are young?
Now all the attention is focused on Feng Xiaoxia.
After all, the current domestic economic situation is a bit like cheating for him.
The fact that Feng Xiaoxia came to Shanghai to find him is enough to repay her for this.
I hope without any utilitarian purpose that my deskmate can live a wonderful and smooth life like me in this life.
As for Lu Xi, with her extraordinary long legs, let her die!
Feng Xiaoxia just smiled silently, and the smile in the corners of her eyes became clearer and brighter.
Jing Xiaoqiang finished his work with satisfaction: "Let's go out for lunch and buy some clothes. It's almost time to go to the airport when we get back."
The girl finally took advantage of this opportunity to jump up and grabbed Jing Xiaoqiang's clothes at the entrance, but her face quickly turned red and she didn't know what to say.
Maybe she herself doesn't know how to express her inner emotions.
Jing Xiaoqiang understood and rubbed the top of the girl's head. "We are deskmates. We agreed to work hard together to get into a good university and become the kind of people we aspire to be. Don't be tempted by a boy's little favors. That's not strong enough. You will have many more tests in the future."
The soft American mattress is just a few steps behind. Just push it gently and grab the two braids and everything will be easy.
But the future situation of both of them has changed.
So Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't help it, opened the door and went downstairs.
All the acquaintances in the lobby elevator looked at me sideways, it's OK...
Going through the back door on a bicycle, the street police rarely catch people nowadays, and Jing Xiaoqiang is familiar with the streets and alleys.
In fact, the urban area of Shanghai is not very big these days, and the most prosperous and lively areas are concentrated within a few kilometers around it.
Moreover, the nationally famous clothing market is right near the symphony orchestra, just one residential area away.
This time Feng Xiaoxia will reach out and hug Jing Xiaoqiang's waist, because there are other young men and women on the street demonstrating it.
Although her face was flushed, the hem of her dress fluttered in the summer breeze, and her heart was also flying. When they arrived at the market, she had learned to put her ears on Jing Xiaoqiang's back.
Jing Xiaoqiang, who turned around to stop the car, was shocked. Guan Gong’s face was so red!
The inexperienced and innocent girl is really not good at teasing, unlike the girls on Broadway who are experienced and afraid of being teased.
But Jing Xiaoqiang would not emphasize anything at this moment. The distance between them would slowly fade away. This is the ending proven by countless long-distance and cross-border relationships.
He did not hold the girl's hand: "Every city has such a clothing market. Pingjing's is in Xiushui, which is more convenient. I will teach you how to look and buy, and most importantly, how to bargain. This will also be an important part of your life skills when you take your classmates to show them..."
Feng Xiaoxia clutched the back of his shirt tightly; the most romantic moment in her life was already engraved in her heart.
