Thirty-six, one by one mystery (1)

  Out of the hotel, the sky had already begun to darken a bit. However, it was still July and felt the residual heat emanating from the ground.

  "Hmm, do you want to go to a bar or a disco?" Ou Yang Xiao Xiao suddenly asked.

  "Bar? Disco?" I hesitated for a moment.

  "What's wrong?" asked Ouyang Xiaoxiao, seeing the surprise on my face.

  "I haven't been to either of those places," I shook my head.

  "Really? You've never been there?" Yu Xiang was surprised.

  "The people who go there, the men all have shaved heads and wear big gold chains around their necks, with tattoos of dragons and tigers on their arms. The women are heavily made up and dressed revealingly. And what's more, that place is always crowded with people gambling, taking drugs, and causing trouble. I don't want to go to a place like that."

  "Oh, you're talking about the scenes in Hong Kong movies, right? In reality, bars and discos are actually very civilized, nothing like what you described. It's just a place for people to relax, unwind and release stress. When I'm feeling down, I often go there, dance wildly for a while, and my mood improves." said Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

  "But I still don't really want to go there," I hesitated a bit.

  "We'll just go there, nothing will happen," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, taking out the phone from her small bag and glancing at it, "Hmm, it's 7 o'clock now, and the disco won't open for another hour. From here, taking a taxi will take only half an hour to get to the city center. What can we do with the other half hour?"

  I helplessly shook my head.

  "Hmm, I was planning to buy some clothes these few days, so it's great that you can come with me to buy a piece of clothing. Wearing this cheongsam to the disco is not convenient," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao with a smile at me.

  "Are you going to let me help you pick one? My taste is really outdated," I dryly laughed.

  "Never mind, we'll just choose together," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, waving her hand at a taxi driving towards them.

  A taxi pulled over.

  Ouyang Xiaoxiao opened the car door and got in.

  "Go to Shunyuan Supermarket," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao, beckoning me to hurry up and get in the car.

  I furrowed my brow and got on the bus.

  The taxi started.

  "Hmm, Muxian, when did you start buying clothes for yourself?" asked Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

  "When I went to work at the magazine," I didn't understand why Ouyang Xiaoxiao would ask this.

  "Was it always your family who helped you pick out clothes before?" asked Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

  "Uh-huh."

  "I started buying my own clothes since I was in junior high school. At first, I didn't know how to choose, but later on, when I was in the third year of junior high, I began to read fashion magazines and gradually understood some popular styles and designs on the market. When buying clothes, the grade and taste started to improve. Later, when I went to high school, I began to pay attention to international fashion shows, especially the annual Milan Fashion Week in Italy, which I must watch," said Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

  "I've always thought those things were far away from me, so I didn't pay attention to them," I said with a smile.