Short Story: Band-Aid Girl

Zhao Laiao, editor of the gender section of a fashion magazine, sat across from me, lit a cigarette, and started telling stories.

The dense smoke and bright red lips make Chili appear coquettish and coquettish.

A few years ago, a little girl came to Zhao Laojiao’s magazine. She was a young girl who had just graduated. She came to this slightly irritable and hormonal environment, just like a little rabbit. Follow every step, and if there is any slight disturbance, your ears will prick up. Vulnerable and sensitive.

The girl feels inferior to the little floral skirt she bought in college, inferior to her own accent, and inferior to her messy hair. She feels that the female editors in her unit who wear little black dresses, high heels, and flowing hair, Just like those opera singers on the stage in the town when I was a child, I was already standing in the front row watching the show, so close, but yet it seemed so far away, and we would never meet.

Until that day.

When the girl got up in the morning and hurriedly made a lunch box for herself, the fire was so strong that the oil splashed on her neck. The instant pain made the girl almost throw away the shovel. Looking at the time, I saw that I was almost late. I applied cold water briefly, put on a band-aid, and rushed to the unit in a hurry.

There are a lot of things going on in the workplace today, and it’s almost 1:30 noon before I can take a breath and sit down to eat. The girl sat in the lounge with everyone, silently picking at the broccoli she had fried in a hurry in the morning. Usually at this time, the girl has no sense of existence, but today is different.

"Hey, Xiao Zhao, I just realized what's wrong with your neck."

The girl's burn was right on her collar, and the band-aid was also stuck there. She wasn't careful. It’s really hard to see. The girl was extremely embarrassed when she was asked this question. She secretly cursed herself for being so clumsy and making people laugh again.

Seeing the girl’s embarrassment, a female editor nearby said to her:

“Haha, there’s no need to ask. She must be having an affair with her boyfriend. She has hickeys and is afraid of being raped. We have seen it, but Xiao Zhao, isn't it more obvious this way? Hahaha, you are really cute. When will you bring him out and let's meet? Sisters are all sharp-eyed and can help you check."

Everyone is talking about it. The girl became the center of attention.

…

After lunch that day, the girl seemed to integrate into the environment immediately, and gradually people began to tell her how to dress, behave, and put on makeup.

She felt that the perm was really worth it. The band-aid was never removed.

The girl forgot that band-aids cannot be used on burns. Within a few days, the wound suppurated.

She asked for leave, and even though her salary would be deducted for a few days, the girl didn't feel distressed at all. She had to heal the wound quickly so that she could put the band-aid on another place next time.

When she came out of the burn department, the girl saw the editor-in-chief of the magazine from a distance and immediately subconsciously hid behind the pillar. I watched the editor-in-chief walk toward the obstetrics and gynecology department alone with a list in his hand.

The female editor-in-chief’s high heels, culottes and tied up hair made her look so imposing even when walking in the corridor of the hospital, making girls envious.

"Okay, the story is over~"

Zhao Laijiao put out the cigarette butt and announced loudly.

"Damn it, dear, you made such a fuss, what happened next?"

Zhao Laijiao blinked and said, "The female editor-in-chief was single at that time"

"What happens next?"

"Guess"

...

"Hey, Pepper, are you that Xiao Zhao?"

"Stop talking nonsense, where can we eat at night? Guijie? Or just Sanli?"