Chapter 21
Zuo Xiaolong rode the small motorcycle with Huang Ying, embarking on a leisurely journey. The warm sunlight of the afternoon beat down on them, making Zuo Xiaolong feel hot all over, especially his calves, which felt unusually hot. He found it strange that his calves were hot, as it was more common for people's thighs or the base of their thighs to feel hot. But he didn't have time to think about it, fearing that stopping the motorcycle would waste the beautiful spring weather. Huang Ying seemed to be ignoring him from behind, but Zuo Xiaolong didn't know what she was doing, so he felt unnatural and his control over the motorcycle was affected. The two of them didn't speak a word along the way. When they arrived at a crowded place, Zuo Xiaolong had even less desire to speak, and Huang Ying signaled for him to stop the motorcycle, saying "I'm here."
Zuo Xiaolong stopped his scooter and said after a long pause: "Goodbye."
After saying goodbye, the two parted ways. Zuo Xiaodong finally felt that he had fallen in love with a girl. When a man has good feelings for two girls at the same time, who he loves more depends on who doesn't love him back. Huang Ying was just a vague memory of a songstress from afar, a small-time star, but when she suddenly materialized, he became infatuated, Zuo Xiaodong might have liked Huang Ying's free-spirited nature, among the girls he knew, Huang Ying must be the most free-spirited one. Free-spiritedness is an indescribable aura that has instant attraction for both men and women, men like free-spirited women, women like free-spirited men. The muddy car was Zuo Xiaodong's good car parked in the garage, while Huang Ying was just passing by his house, naturally, he would take a few more glances at her. Such girls are like objects that will never stay, they only need to stop and refuel somewhere before continuing on their journey, to a place she herself couldn't explain, until mechanical failure or worn-out parts, then wherever it stops is where it stays, and you can only repair her, not rest with her.
Zuo Xiaolong was infatuated with her and couldn't extricate himself. But he felt that in front of Huang Ying, his usual boldness would be lost, probably because she had seen many things and was very mature, Zuo Xiaolong thought that in Huang Ying's heart, he must seem extremely childish, so he decided that he must achieve something in this town, and he always thought that he should achieve something, it's just that no one told him what to do. When he found his direction, it would be boundless. But finding the direction was incredibly difficult, because the so-called direction wasn't east, south, west or north, but rather dividing a circle into 360 degrees, and he was always searching for one of those degrees, that one degree being his direction.
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng suddenly felt an urgent desire to meet with Ní Bā, because in front of her, he felt that he could regain his confidence and be a hero again. It didn't matter if Ní Bā liked him or not, but if she didn't like him, it would be a fatal blow to him. He thought himself despicable, Huáng Yīng seemed to have no interest in him at all, and might even have become a mother already, yet he still had deep feelings for her. Ní Bā was young and innocent, the object of desire for middle-aged men with beer bellies, and she liked him so much, but he just couldn't find any feeling for her.
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng thought deeply, "Could it be that because Ní Bā likes me, I don't like her, and Huáng Yīng doesn't like me, so I like her? How pitiful am I?"
But Xiao Long suddenly thought more deeply, could it be that I don't like mud, so the mud likes me, and some guy likes the mud, so the mud doesn't like him?
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng felt that he was about to see Niú Bā, and wanted to solidify his feelings for her, so as not to give any opportunity to a certain man who liked Niú Bā. Both of them were good girls, and he wanted to keep them both by his side.
But Xiao Long suddenly thought that he actually couldn't find Niuba, he didn't know how to contact him, and it was another aimless afternoon, connected to a long and desolate night, which made people feel desolate.
At this time, the Bobo Printing Factory was starting to work at full capacity. In fact, it had already started working at full capacity, and on the opening day, it only stopped for a while, otherwise, how could a book be printed so quickly? Moreover, in order to enrich the culture, the Bobo Printing Factory immediately reached an agreement with the government to sponsor the first literary and artistic competition in Tinglin Town, and set up the Bobo Cup. Although the name "Bobo Cup" sounds like an award for pets, it is actually the largest prize money in Tinglin Town, with a first prize of 50,000 yuan, a second prize of 20,000 yuan, and a third prize of 10,000 yuan. In addition, there was also a competition for the best chorus, and the winning chorus could participate in higher-level competitions and receive a prize of 20,000 yuan. All other participating contestants could also receive a mysterious gift. The literary and artistic competition will be held two weeks later at the Tinglin Town Grand Auditorium, and there will be a mysterious guest attending. Participation is open to all local residents with a valid ID card.
This competition is highly valued by the local government, as it can increase the cohesion of local people and make local residents appear with a more artistic appearance than outsiders. After food and clothing are sufficient, they think about art. If the common people in this place like art very much, then this place must be rich and have no worries about food and clothing.
As soon as the news was released, the local residents were also boiling with excitement. The prize money is a lot! A year of hard work would only earn two or three hundred thousand yuan, but if you sing and dance your way to first place, that's five hundred thousand yuan, almost the same price as a famous singer's performance fee. Even if you don't do well, you can still get two or three hundred thousand yuan. And at the very least, there's a mysterious prize to be won. Suddenly, every village committee, every residents' committee, and every family was busy thinking about what program they should perform. The masses have never been so unprofessional, but let's face it, in this day and age, who is doing their dream job except for criminals? So, money is the real profession.
