Fifteen, Date with Beautiful Woman (4)
Ouyang Xiaoxiao, what kind of girl is she? What kind of unknown and unspeakable difficulties does she have?
After about three or four minutes, Ouyang Xiao stopped crying.
She opened the milky white small bag slung over her arm and started rummaging through it.
At that moment, I saw in her bag, big and small, there were six or seven brands of cosmetics, Chanel, Dior, Lanc?me, Estee Lauder, etc., including face cream, eye cream, foundation, lipstick, toner, makeup remover, and so on. And in a light brown small bag, an inconspicuous position, I found two letters "LV".
Louis Vuitton? I was stunned again.
Ouyang Xiao didn't notice the expression on my face, she took out a pack of tissues from her bag and wiped away the tears around her eyes.
After rubbing for about ten seconds, she finally remembered me beside her, turned her head, and forced a smile. "Sorry, um, is your arm okay?"
I smiled at her and said, "It's okay."
Ouyang Xiao's lips were bitten, seemingly wanting to say something, but still didn't.
I also had no choice but to remain silent.
The two people stood stiffly like this for about two or three minutes, then Ouyang Xiao said, "Mu Xian, are you going to school or going to work?"
"Oh, I'm a freelancer, so I don't have to go to work." I chuckled and added, "I'm a screenwriter."
"Screenwriter?" Ou Yang's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.
"Uh, I mainly write sci-fi scripts, you know, the kind where aliens invade Earth." To ease the atmosphere, I decided to tease her a bit, "The reason I write this type of script is because I'm the kind of person who likes to daydream."
As expected, Ouyang Xiao's words made me laugh.
"Do you like watching science fiction movies? Or do you prefer other genres?" I asked again.
Ouyang Xiao didn't answer, but instead asked a question in return, "How many screenplays have you written?"
"Six or seven, I guess," I didn't understand why she was asking me this.
"Find some time, I'll take a look," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao with a smile at me.
"Okay, but it's just that what I wrote isn't very good. When I showed it to my friends around me, they all said it wasn't deep enough and told me to experience society properly before writing again. By the way, apart from writing science fiction scripts, I also write urban romance ones. The kind with really silly dialogue and plot." As I spoke, I snuck a glance at Ouyang Xiaoxiao, whose mood seemed to have improved a lot.
"Uh, maybe one day I'll give you a topic and you can go write it." Ou Yang Xiao Xiao's face revealed a hint of desolation.
"What subject?" I was somewhat surprised.
Ouyang Xiaoxiao lowered her head, seemingly thinking about something, and didn't speak again.
After a while, Ouyang Xiao raised her head and said, "Mu Xian, you called me to experience society?"
I was stunned and didn't expect Ouyang Xiaoxiao to ask me this question.
I nodded.
"So you have a girlfriend then?" asked Ouyang Xiao again.
I didn't know what she meant by her words and nodded anyway.
"Hmm, do you want to go open a room with me?" Ou Yang Xiao Xiao said again.
"Open the room?" I was stunned.
"Yes," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, nodding her head. "Eighty for one time, two hundred for the whole night, I'll give you a 20% discount."
Watching Ouyang Xiaoxiao speak so effortlessly, I don't know what to say anymore.
"What? You won't think this price is too high, will you?" Ouyang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, "Since I started doing this line of work, up until now, I've never given anyone a discount. You're the first."
I smiled wryly and said, "Well, I'm really lucky then."
"Well, let's just say that I'll consider the bruises on your arm as compensation," Ouyang Xiaoxiao said, glancing at my arm.
"Oh, my arm is fine," I said with a smile.
"Let's find a place to sit for a while," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, looking around and discovering a long stone bench about fifty meters away from us.
"Let's go there," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, walking quickly towards the stone chair.
I followed along too.
