Xie Qing had heard that this little girl cared more about men's income before she presented it, but she didn't expect that after he told her that her salary was not too high, the girl still did not dampen her enthusiasm.
Bai Jing smiled and said, "Professor Xie is indeed an intellectual. He is really humble. Oh, it's hard to find such an honest man these days."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
"Professor Xie also seems to be very tasteful. He is a person who talks about life sentiment, right?"
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "No, I—"
"You can tell when you dress up."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He didn't know the reason for a while, until Bai Jing couldn't help but said to him: "Professor Xie, the T-shirt you are wearing is the original style of our counter. :1 The delivery is also not available, you are really low-key."
Xie Qingcheng finally realized that the reason why the atmosphere of this blind date was wrong was the change of clothes that He Yu lent him.
He pondered what the girl said for a moment, and then remembered He Yu's understatement - "No need to return it. I'm not used to wearing clothes that others have worn. You can throw them away after you wear them, and they're old."
"… "
Evil capitalism.
Bai Jing smiled and said: "Professor Xie, you are not sincere to date me, your clothes are about to catch up with many people's wages for a year, and it is difficult to buy them in China without any relationship, so you invite me to drink coffee. ?"
Xie Qing said: "misunderstanding. I asked a friend to borrow this dress."
"Borrowed?" Bai Jing's eyes widened instantly.
The conversation that followed was a bit lackluster. After the girl in the cabinet, who had been so excited, learned the truth, the blind date returned to reality.
Bai Jing's interest in him has obviously weakened. Except for forcing him to take a photo, she has been patting the dessert, and reversing the camera to pat herself. In the middle of the way, there may be a few customers who send messages, and she does not shy away from replying directly by voice—
"Mrs. Zhang, don't worry, that limited-edition bag is of course reserved for you. Oh, you don't need to send me an extra thank you. I'm so sorry."
"Mr. Wang, the skirt you ordered last time has arrived. When do you think it's convenient for you to come to the store? Yes, it was changed to your size in advance. It's a large size, but the front placket needs to be charged 2. Don't worry, I've remembered it here. ."
The meal was extremely embarrassing. After the end of the meal, Xie Qingcheng settled the bill and glanced down at Bai Jing. This little girl was only about the same age as his student. Aunt Li's wish, so she didn't take the little girl's words and deeds to heart. In addition, he is a macho, so he said: "I will help you get a taxi."
"Okay, okay." Boss Bai Jing said impolitely, "Then please trouble Professor Xie."
But this road is one of the most prosperous streets in Huzhou, and now it's the evening rush hour, the two of them waited for a long time, and they were all rented out.
Xie Qingcheng sighed: "If you don't mind, I will accompany you to walk forward a little bit. It will be easier to turn a corner at the intersection ahead."
Bai Jing: "Alright, but I have a live broadcast at 8 o'clock. My time is fixed. Fans will be unhappy if they miss the appointment temporarily. Do you mind?"
Although Xie Qingcheng doesn't play live broadcast software, but Xie Xue does, so he understands a little bit. Hearing Bai Jing's words, he asked casually, "Are you still an anchor?"
"Yeah, I work very hard, sooner or later I will be the top streamer, hee hee."
Xie Qingcheng nodded: "It's a good thing to have a dream, then let's go, I don't mind."
"Thank you, brother, although you are not very rich, you are quite handsome." Bai Jing caught up with him with a smile, "By the way, I will catch you in a while, so it doesn't matter if you are fighting? Everyone likes it. Look at the handsome guy."
"… whatever."
Ten minutes later, Xie Qingcheng regretted very much the phrase "as you" he said ten minutes ago.
He is really derailed from the times. I don't know that the live broadcasts played by young people are still in this form. Bai Jing took out a pink selfie stick from her bag and started swaying from side to side. She said lines that made him feel inexplicable and unnutritious.
"This is the most prosperous street in Shanghai. There are many handsome guys and beauties. Hey, have you seen the bag that the passerby is carrying? It is a high imitation, I can see it at a glance. If you want to know how to identify the authenticity, remember to follow Oh me."
"Oh yes, this guy next to me is a handsome guy I know today. He has a great temperament. Professor Kochi has an annual salary of one million. Look at the out-of-print T-shirt on him, ah, yes, he invited me to dinner, and now he Take me home. Thank you all for your blessings, thank you!"
Xie Qingcheng simply wondered if his ears were deaf. Just as he was about to turn his head to refute her, Bai Jing flexibly turned the camera to mute the sound.
"I'm sorry brother, it's not easy to make a living, don't expose me, okay?"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He couldn't understand why some people like to put false happiness on the Internet and use their inflated material desires to attract spectators.
But that's okay, he doesn't want to care too much with the little girl.
The blind date should have ended just like that—if not, they would meet someone next.
The unexpected person appeared at the fork in the road.
At that time, Xie Qingcheng and Bai Jing walked for more than ten minutes and came to the side of the road with few people, where they waited for the bus. Bai Jing is excited to introduce the high-end luxury goods of the season to the fans in the live broadcast room.
Halfway through the introduction, the keen Bai Jing suddenly noticed from the selfie camera a blurry shadow not far behind him, the shadow swayed back and forth, as if hesitating about something.
She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but soon, this group of shadows approached her rapidly. When she reacted, the face of a dirty old tramp was already reflected in the camera, looking straight towards her. She pounced behind her.
Bai Jing was stunned for a while, and when she looked back, she couldn't help screaming.
It was a bad old man with a stench all over his body, and his clothes were tattered. No one doubted that after taking it off, he couldn't put it on again, because almost all of it had holes of different sizes. The old man was also accompanied by a lame yellow dog, and at this moment it also ran over and barked at Bai Jing.
"Daughter! Daughter! I've found your daughter!"
"Yeah! What's wrong with you! Who is your daughter! Go away!"
"No, no, no, you are my daughter? Girl, don't you know your old man? Let the old man take a look. It's been a long time since the old man has seen you..." With tears in her eyes, she eagerly wanted to go and hug Bai Jing.
Bai Jing was so frightened that her face turned pale, and the live broadcast didn't turn off. She stepped back and screamed hysterically, "Crazy! Who are you! Go away!"
"Daughter, why don't you know me?" The old man burst into tears and took two steps forward, his thin black-gray fingers like charcoal sticking out unwillingly from the embers, pulling forward tremblingly, " I... miss you... Dad misses you... "
He spoke in a strong Central Plains accent, obviously not the father of Bai Jing from Huzhou. Xie Qingcheng immediately judged the situation, stopped Bai Jing behind him, and reassured: "It's okay, you hide behind me."
Bai Jing was stunned: "He is so scary! How can such a person hang out on the road, does the city management care
Before she finished speaking, she jumped and screamed hysterically. It turned out that the yellow dog who was following the old man came around and sniffed at her feet.
"Help! It, it's going to bite me! What's wrong with this dog! No leash?"
Bai Jing ran while screaming, clutching her phone in a hurry and trying to call the police.
In her opinion, the old tramp was already scary enough, and this kind of ugly stray dog made her panic, and they should all be caught! Not to mention they scared her and interrupted her live broadcast... ugh, wait, her live broadcast! !
Bai Jing suddenly realized that her live broadcast had not been turned off, and hurriedly picked up her mobile phone to take a look.
After a few seconds, her pupils contracted violently, she couldn't believe it—
Her ordinary live broadcast room is usually watched by 20 or 30 people, but now it has risen to more than 300 people in a few minutes because of this bizarre emergency!
The number of people on the screen is still rising, and the barrage is swiping online messages:
"Damn, what happened, Huzhou Night Fright?"
"It seems that I met a homeless person with a mental illness, anchor! Are you okay? You turn the camera over to see what's going on at the scene!"
"It's exciting, it's near my house!"
"That old tramp can't be a salty pig's hand, but he wants to hug the anchor. Anchor, go and see! If there is any situation, call the police immediately!"
In the barrage like a hydrogen balloon rising, a rocket suddenly lifted off, and then exploded on the screen of the live broadcast room.
Bai Jing was shocked, and the explosion woke her up.
She suddenly realized what she should do, and hurriedly stroked her hair, adjusted the camera, and then rushed out from behind Xie Qingcheng before he could react.
Xie Qingcheng: "Be careful!"
But what he did not expect was that the girl who was timid just a second ago would stand beside the old homeless man with a pretty face in spite of the danger at this moment - but pay attention in advance to carry her expensive small bag behind her back so as not to be caught The old man rubbed.
"You see clearly, your accent is from a foreign country, how could it be my father? Bad old man, you are lustful and want to take the opportunity to wipe your hair. Do you think I can't see it? Don't be disrespectful to the old man, okay?"
The old man was startled and took a few steps back.
In this way, the situation is completely different. Xie Qingcheng realized that the old man really didn't seem to have any malice. Looking closely, the sadness on the old man's face was too deep, and it didn't seem like he was pretending.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't help frowning: "Miss Bai, can you turn off the live broadcast? This old man doesn't seem to be in good shape. He may have found the wrong person. Please call the city management first and deal with it together."
Where did Bai Jing listen to him? Seeing the audience in the live broadcast room rising, she didn't think the old man stinks, so she put her pink face closer.
"Hey, take a look, the family will come to see too." Bai Jing let the homeless look at the screen of the mobile phone she was holding, and the selfie stick and the front camera just took in the whole body of the two of them, "Look at the old pervert. Me, look at yourself again, and you compare. Could I be your daughter? Take a good look at yourself—look at your rags and unkempt face, and you still say you didn’t come to wipe your hair?”
The old homeless man was stunned at first, then followed her guide and narrowed his eyes and looked at the selfie stick.
He should have seen the two people on the screen clearly, so he was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to suddenly realize his embarrassment and hurriedly ran back.
He ran away, but Bai Jing got excited instead.
It turned out that for a clean-obsessed anchor to overcome psychological obstacles in an instant, and filming next to a bad old man, just need to rub up the fans.
"Everyone, look! This is harassment in disguised form! He must be pretending to be mentally ill, watch me reveal his true colors!" Bai Jing chased the old man into the camera and shouted at the old man, "Hey! Come here! Don't you say I'm your daughter? In a place as big as Huzhou, the security is so good, you dare to touch this kind of porcelain! You don't even look at your stinky appearance! Come here!"
The old man seemed to be a little more awake, but he didn't seem to be so awake, his eyes were half chaotic and half stunned.
Xie Qingcheng watched from the side, and he had determined that the old man was not here to touch the porcelain. His mental state was very bad. If he had to describe it, it was as if he had traveled through most of China and wandered into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. skinny dog. The word "searching" has become his bone statue, and at a glance, it can be seen that he has lost something and has been searching for it.
But Bai Jing doesn't care about this. She has been an anchor for more than half a year. She is ordinary and can't attract a few viewers, but she is so jealous of other colleagues who work hard to manage.
Once upon a time, she racked her brains and couldn't get eyeballs, so she angrily ran under the well-known anchors who brought goods and scolded the screen.
Today, she scolded this: "What are you pretending to be! When you put on such a peaceful appearance, isn't it all operated by capital? What you show is not a real rural life at all!"
Tomorrow she will scold that: "A man buys a mansion with a woman's hard-earned money, and others have said that every lipstick you buy is the soul of his family! The women who buy his things still Don't you want to wake up?!"
The day after tomorrow, she changed another scolding: "A modern woman who is self-reliant and self-reliant knows how to sell miserably all day long. Isn't it your job to be an anchor? You are tired but you make money, you get scolded but you make money. , giving you so much money, what else do you have to complain about?"
No one knows the hideous expression on her face when she is brushing her phone under the covers. She is always the one who steps on high heels and works hard in the rushing subway, in the bustling buildings, in the fragrance of clothes, and in the drunken gold fans. Cdy, who is devoted to his career and humbled to please the distinguished guests.
No one knew how many times she looked at the swaying, swaying eyes as she bowed respectfully and bowed respectfully as she squatted down, squatted down, buttoned up Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Li's shoes, and bowed respectfully as they walked out of the wide golden hallway. With a graceful back, she thought that one day she would be able to make the most arrogant cabinet sister bow down to greet her.
She wanted money, fame, and red eyes, so she lost her fear, lost her habit of cleanliness, and couldn't see the trembling lips of the old tramp and the turbid tears in her eyes.
"Is your daughter from Huzhou? Return your daughter. A bad old man like you, who doesn't know if he is married or not, will find reasons to pretend to be mad and foolish to harass women! What are you hiding? Didn't you just keep rubbing in front of me? Let everyone see what you look like! Come!"
"no no… "
The old man was so frightened that he shrank his neck, stooped, and uttered a baby-like mournful, vague rant.
"I'm sorry... I... I was wrong... "
"I'm sorry? What's the use of being sorry? Come here! Look at the camera! Look at what you're wearing! If you come out and lie to you, you should also clean up!"
On the screen and on the barrage, unidentified audience members are cheering for "the heroic female anchor to fight against the street harassing homeless", the gifts are swiped, the balloons are rising, and her heart seems to be inflated.
The old man hid in panic, from the excitement of having a hysterical attack and admitting his daughter wrong, to the helplessness of waking up and running around. Under the tracking of the camera, he was like an old dog with nowhere to run. Like the stray dog he took with him, he was driven out by "justice" and lost his soul, hugging his head and running away.
"Stop filming, please... I admit I'm wrong... Stop filming me... Girl, stop filming me... "
The old man was shaking all over, and his legs were shaking like chaff in the leaky trousers.
He covered his face in front of the camera, covered his face and wanted to cover his tattered clothes, but in the end he didn't know where to cover it, as if every inch of his flesh and every strand of clothes on his body was unsightly, ashamed to meet people. Tears streamed down his gully old face, and he kept shrinking, almost kneeling on the ground to beg Bai Jing for mercy.
"I beg you girl, you'll be fine..."
"I—" Bai Jing was about to say something reluctantly when the selfie stick was suddenly taken away.
Immediately after her phone was taken down unceremoniously, Xie Qingcheng threw her selfie stick aside.
"Hey! You! What are you doing?!"
"What are you doing? I told you, the old man looks mentally ill, so don't provoke him. Do you hear or understand?"
Xie Qingcheng forcibly quit the live broadcast.
Bai Jing's face instantly turned from pink to red, from red to purple, from green to green, and the colorful purple and red like a revolving lantern slipped in a circle, and finally stepped on high heels and said angrily to Xie Qing: "What are you doing? Give me back my phone. Me! My live broadcast is my freedom! Do you know that I want to make money! I want to be an internet celebrity!"
"What you want to be has nothing to do with me." Xie Qingcheng's face was cold, his father's energy came up again, and he trained people without blinking, "But Miss Bai, do you want your face? He can't see him. In order to gain attention, you clearly know that it is wrong, you have to choose the wrong one, you know the consequences, and you have to do whatever you can. You even know how much pain your behavior will bring to others. You have to trade this kind of pain for some attention, because this kind of pain has nothing to do with you, you are not lacking in virtue!"
"What nonsense are you talking about! Don't educate me, are you my father? You are just the one who came to have a blind date with me today! Don't worry about it!" Bai Jing got angry and rushed to grab the phone.
But Xie Qingcheng had a bigger temper than her. He held her down and stared at her condescendingly with eyes like blades.
"Human dignity is in your eyes, and human life is in your eyes. It is not as good as the audience you attract in a live broadcast. You are so fucking deformed."
"You dare to scold me? You scumbag—"
Bai Jing was so angry that she rushed over and raised her hand to slap Xie Qing in the face.
But Xie Qingcheng grabbed her wrist and twisted her wrist with force, causing her to scream in pain.
Xie Qingcheng said coldly: "If you continue to make trouble, not only will I dare to scold you, but I will dare to beat you."
"You, you let go! If you don't let go, I'll call the police! I'm calling someone!"
Although there are not many people on this road, they are making a lot of noise, and some people have stopped and watched from a distance. Xie Qingcheng didn't care about this, he was a person who would take other people's eyes as air, but what he didn't expect was that a sharp-eyed aunt suddenly called out in the crowd.
"Ouch, damn it! What's the matter with this old man?"
Xie Qingcheng immediately looked down. The old man may have a mental illness. After admitting his daughter wrong, he was chased by Bai Jing to shoot. Under the great joy and sorrow, his heart couldn't stand the stimulation, and his lips were blue and his face was pale. The whole person covered his chest and slowly bent into a shrimp, and then fell to the ground with a plop!