When Jingyan was leaving, I wanted to treat her to dinner, but she said she didn't like eating at fast food restaurants. But she also said she didn't mind me treating her to bubble milk tea with my first salary.
I thought Li Ye was joking when he said he would take me home, so I waited until five o'clock and he still hadn't come. But I didn't really expect to get a ride from him.
Just as I was staggering towards the bus stop, he jumped in front of me and stopped me with one hand: "What are you doing? Are you planning to leave me alone and run away? You are such a heartless ugly girl!"
"Li Ye! This is the second time you've called me 'ugly girl' today! If you call me that again, I'll cut off your poisonous tongue!" I pretended to be angry and stretched out two fingers as if I was cutting something.
Li Ye curled his lips , probably imagining what it would feel like to have his tongue cut off, and then said, "Let's go, ugly girl!"
"Li Ye!"
I shouted his name loudly, Li Ye smiled and pulled me away. Then I saw that the car he parked on the side didn't seem to be the same one as before.
Li Ye boasted to me: "It looks good, right? I modified it myself. But I'm not very satisfied with it. What I want most is an off-road motorcycle."
"Do you like cars very much?" I was surprised that an eighteen-year-old boy liked motorcycles so much and even learned how to modify them. I have to say that after Li Ye's modification, the appearance of the motorcycle did look a lot better.
"Yeah, I like it very much. I like regular racing cars even more. Ugly girl, have you seen the Fast and Furious series? The racing scenes in it are really exciting. It's a pity that I can only ride this thing now. I dare not think about a racing car. It would be great if I could have an off-road motorcycle someday."
"Let's go, you sharp-tongued man! Let's go home." I pulled his clothes and got into the car.
Li Ye screamed, "Stop, I haven't finished yet... Do you know about the F1 Formula One race? I told you that I like the Ferrari team very much. Of course, Renault is also good. The racing god Schumacher is my idol. And the Taiwanese Jimmy Lin and the book writer Han Han are all racing drivers. Hey ugly girl, listen to me for a while..."
I never thought that a person talking about his hobbies would be like the Three Gorges Dam, unable to stop. But Li Ye's skills were pretty good, and he was very stable all the way. When we got to the gate of the community, I asked him to let me down, because I didn't want others to see and misunderstand, and the last time my father beat me would happen again.
When Li Ye left, he said something to me very seriously. I saw the determination on his face, and at that moment I believed that he could do it.
Li Ye said that now he can only drive the modified car for fun, but one day, he will let me see what it means to drift into a parking space and drift at high speed.
Dad was home in the evening, and I was surprised that he was at home at this time instead of at the card table.
Eat, take a bath, then he watches TV in the living room while I check my Weibo in the bedroom. It seems that this is always the way we get along as father and daughter.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone is knocking on the door.
I looked up and saw my father standing at the door, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Dad, what's the matter?" I was about to stand up.
Against the light of the room, I found that my father looked a little old. My mother had been gone for so many years, and it must have been very hard for him to support the family alone. I suddenly forgave him for the slap.
"No, it's okay. You don't have to get up. I just want to check on you. By the way, what do you do every Saturday? You're never home during the day ."
So this is what he wanted to ask. Maybe he was still thinking about the last time I stayed out all night. In order to prevent him from thinking too much, I decided to tell him the truth, "Dad, I found a part-time job."
"Part-time job? What kind of job is it? Why do you want to do a part-time job?" he asked me again, with some worry on his face.
"Delivering takeout for a fast food restaurant. It's an easy job. I only work one day on Saturday." I answered casually. I didn't want to make him worry.
When he heard me say I was delivering food, he frowned and said, "Doesn't that mean I have to ride a bike? Is that safe?"
"Dad, don't worry, the ones in the store are those small electric donkeys for women, they are very safe, I will ride them slowly."
It has been a long time since the father and daughter had a quiet conversation like this. Usually they either ignored each other or quarreled, even over trivial matters. When was the last time I heard such worrying words?