The significance of stockings (2)

The significance of stockings (2) The car is still moving forward slowly, and everything outside the window seems to have nothing to do with us. If I could go back in time, I would have many choices, and things would be different than they are now.

I would not choose this job. I have to work hard all day long, flying from one strange place to another. I always have to face strange people and put on a forced smile.

I would not choose to stay away from my hometown and come to this northern city from Guangzhou.

I actually don’t like the pace of life in Shanghai. Everything here is so fast. The sugar water here is not authentic at all. The aunties here always like to perm wavy curls and put on red lips. I don’t like it. Maybe, I wouldn't have broken up with that boy back then, even if he was always so stingy. We might have had a wedding early and the kids would have run around.

However, the car is still moving forward slowly, and time does not stop. It will only go forward, not backward. At least, I still have Lao Hai, Xiaotu, Sister Diao, Xiaochuan, and so many friends in the circle. Lao Hai's birthday is also going to be celebrated, and I can't make him unhappy.

I finally arrived at the place. I ordered the Japanese food from Paris Spring early in the morning. I have been here several times before and the taste is okay.

Lao Hai does not have the habit of parking with one hand. Even in a spacious place, he always holds the steering wheel with both hands, carefully chooses the direction, and stops in an orderly manner. There are always women bragging about how handsome their men are when they reverse a car with one hand, but I always disagree. Maybe if you stay with an old man for a long time, your aesthetics will change.

The old man got out of the car and came over and opened the door for me. I took my bag and reached out to hold his arm.

I said, let’s make a bet. I tell a joke. If you laugh, you win. If you don’t, I win. The winner can make a request, and the loser must agree. How? Sample? Lao Hai smiled and said, OK, accept the challenge.

“Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple, there was an old monk and a young monk.

One day, the young monk and the old monk took a bath together. The monk pointed to his penis and asked the old monk, "Master, is this my brain?" The old monk stroked his beard and replied, "My good disciple, it's not yet." Lao Hai listened with no expression on his face. , after a few seconds, he suddenly started laughing with his belly in his arms, laughing so hard that he burst into tears and couldn't stop.

The young couple waiting for the elevator next to them also laughed together, and the whole parking lot echoed with laughter, which was weird. I pinched Lao Hai's arm hard, and the old man finally recovered, straightened up and looked at me, with tears still in his eyes.

I said, okay, you win, just make your request. As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to it. Lao Hai pretended, stroking his non-existent beard, lowered his head close to my ear, and gently pulled off my stockings.