Still have to go on a blind date

Xie Qingcheng I heard before coming that this little girl cares more about the man's income, but I did not expect that after he told her that his salary is not really too high, this girl actually still did not reduce her enthusiasm.

Bai Jing smiled, "Prof. Xie deserves to be an intellectual, he is really modest. Aiya, it's hard to find such a sincere man these days."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

"Prof. Xie seems to have good taste as well, oh, he's a man who speaks of the mood of life, isn't he?"

Xie Qingcheng frowns, "No, I-"

"I can tell by the way you're dressed."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

He did not know why for a while, until Bai Jing restrained himself and said to him: "Professor Xie, that T-shirt on your body is our counter of the genuine ah, at that time the whole of Huzhou on five or six pieces, especially rare, 1:1 matching goods can not be matched, you are really good low-profile."

Xie Qingcheng finally realized that the reason for the wrong atmosphere on this blind date was the change of clothes that He Yu lent to him.

He mulled over what the girl had said for a moment, and then remembered He Yu's glib - "There's no need to return it. I'm not used to wearing clothes worn by others. Throw them away when you're done wearing them, they're old too."

"......"

Capitalism of all evils.

Bai Jing smiled, "Professor Xie you are not sincere and I date Oh, you this dress are almost catch up with a lot of people's wages for a year, and without a little relationship is very difficult to buy in the country, you invited me to drink coffee?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "It's a misunderstanding. I borrowed this dress from a friend."

"Borrowed?" Bai Jing's eyes widened momentarily.

The conversation that follows is a bit lackluster, and the originally eyebrow-raising counterpart returns to reality when she learns the truth about this blind date.

Bai Jing's interest in him waned noticeably, and apart from forcing him to take a photo together, she kept snapping away at the dessert, reversing the camera to snap away at herself. In the middle of the day, there were a few messages from customers, and she didn't shy away from replying directly by voice-

"Mrs. Zhang, don't worry, that limited bag is of course reserved for you, oops, you don't have to send me an extra thank you gift, how embarrassing."

"Mr. Wang, the order for the skirt you asked for last time has arrived, when is it convenient for you to come to the store? Yes, it was altered in advance according to your size, large size, but the front flap should be closed by 2cm, don't worry, I have it all memorized here."

A meal ate unusually awkward, after the end of Xie Qingcheng settled the bill, and looked down at Bai Jing a glance, this little girl and their own students are just about the same age, he originally did not have any matchmaking sincerity, completely in order to complete Auntie Lai's wish, so all the words and deeds of the little girl did not put in the heart. Coupled with the fact that he is a macho man, so he said, "I will help you get a car."

"Yes, yes, yes." Bai Jing, the boss, nonchalantly, "Then I'll trouble Professor Xie."

But this road is one of the busiest streets in Huzhou, and now it is the evening rush hour, the two waited for half a day, and came to all the taxi with passengers.

Xie Qingcheng sighed, "If you don't mind, I'll accompany you a little further, it'll be a better fight to make a turn at that intersection ahead."

Bai Jing: "Okay, but I have to start a live broadcast at eight o'clock, my time is fixed, temporary refusal of fans will be unhappy, do you mind?"

Xie Qingcheng doesn't play live streaming software, but Xie Xue does, so he knows a bit about it, and when he heard Bai Jing say that, he casually asked, "You're still an anchor?"

"Yeah, I'm working hard, sooner or later I'll be a top stream anchor, hehehe."

Xie Qingcheng nodded, "It's good to have a dream, so let's go, I don't mind."

"Thank you oh brother, you're not very rich but you're quite handsome." Bai Jing smiled and caught up with him, "By the way, it doesn't matter if my camera sweeps you later, right? Everyone likes to see handsome guys."

"...... Whatever."

Ten minutes later, Xie Qingcheng regretted that she had said "whatever you want" ten minutes ago.

He was really out of touch with the times, and didn't know that there was such a form of live broadcasting for young people nowadays. Bai Jing took out a pink selfie stick from his bag and started shaking it left and right, saying lines that he found inexplicable and un-nutritious, and talking for half a day without knowing what he wanted to express.

"This is the busiest street in Huzhou, there are a lot of handsome men and women, hey everyone see the bag carried by that passerby? That is a high imitation, I can see it at a glance, if you want to know how to identify the authenticity, remember to FOLLOW me oh."

"Oh yes, this one beside me is a handsome guy I met today, superb temperament, highly educated professor, earning millions a year, look at that out-of-print T-shirt he's wearing, ah yes, he's the one who invited me to dinner, and now he's going to send me home. Thank you all for your blessings, thank you!"

Xie Qingcheng wondered if he was deaf, and just when he wanted to turn his head to refute her, Bai Jing had already flexibly turned the camera around and cut the mute.

"Sorry brother, it's not easy to make a living, don't tear me down okay."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

He just couldn't figure out why anyone would like to put false happiness on the internet and use inflated materialistic desires to attract viewers.

But that was all right, he didn't want to bother with the little girl much.

It would have been a blind date that would have ended in secrecy - if not, for the next person they met.

The man in the middle of that accident came at the fork in the road.

Xie Qingcheng and Bai Jing walked for more than 10 minutes to a less crowded roadside, where they waited for the bus. Bai Jing was introducing the season's high-end luxury goods to her fans in the live broadcast room with a fluttering brow.

Halfway through the introduction, the perceptive Bai Jing suddenly spots a blurry shadow not far behind him in the selfie camera, which sways back and forth and seems to be hesitating about something.

She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but very quickly the mass of shadows actually approached rapidly in her direction, and by the time she reacted, the camera's frame had reflected the face of a dirty old hobo lunging straight behind her.

Bai Jing froze for a moment, looked back and couldn't help but scream out.

It was a bad old man who reeked of stench, his clothes in tatters, and no one suspected that they would never be put on again after they were taken off, for they were almost all full of holes of various sizes. The old man was accompanied by a lame yellow dog, which now followed him over and barked furiously at Bai Jing.

"Daughter! Daughter! I've found you, my daughter!"

"Yikes! What's wrong with you! Who's your daughter! Go away!"

"No, no, no, no, you're my daughter? Daughter, don't you recognize your old man? You quickly let the old man look at, how long has the old man not seen you ......" The old man seems to be mentally ill, while but shedding tears, while emotional to go over to hold Bai Jing.

Bai Jing was so scared that she lost her face and left the live camera on, backing up and screaming hysterically, "You're crazy! Who are you? Get lost!"

"Daughter, how can you not recognize me?" The old man was in tears and snatched two steps forward, his black and gray withered fingers like charcoal unwillingly stretched out from the embers, trembling and pulling forward, "I ...... miss you ah ...... father misses you ah ......"

He spoke in a thick Central Plains accent, obviously not the father of Bai Jing, a native of Huzhou, Xie Qingcheng immediately recognized the situation, and put Bai Jing behind him, soothingly: "It's okay, you hide behind me."

Bai Jing, startled: "He's so scary! How can this kind of person hang out on the road, don't the city police care? Ahhhhhh!!!"

Before the words were out of her mouth, she was jumping and yelling hysterically again, and it turned out to be the yellow dog that the old man had followed around sniffing right at her feet.

"Help! It, it's going to bite me! What's wrong with this dog! Doesn't it have a leash?"

Bai Jing screamed and ran, hastily grabbing his cell phone and trying to call the police.

In her opinion, the old tramp was already scary enough, and this kind of ugly stray dogs were even more frightening to her, and they should all be arrested! Not to mention that they scared her and interrupted her live ...... broadcast, wait a minute, her live broadcast!

Bai Jing suddenly realized that his live broadcast had been left on, and scrambled to pick up his phone to take a look.

Seconds later, her pupils contracted violently in disbelief--

Her mediocre live broadcasting room, which was usually watched by only twenty to thirty people, had actually risen to more than 300 people in a matter of minutes at this moment because of this bizarre and unexpected event!

The number of people on the screen was still skyrocketing, with pop-ups swiping online messages:

"Shit, what's happening, Shanghai Night Terror?"

"Seems like we ran into a homeless man with a psychopathic mind, Anchor! Are you okay? You turn the camera over ah, want to see the scene!"

"Thrill thrill thrill, it's in my neighborhood hey!"

"That old bum won't be a salty pig, actually want to hug the anchor hey, anchor you quickly go and take a look! There is a situation to immediately call the police!"

Like a hydrogen balloon rising in a pop-up screen, there was suddenly a rocket that rose into the air and then exploded with a bang on the screen of the live broadcast.

Bai Jing was jolted by the blast, which woke her up.

Suddenly realizing how she was supposed to go about it, she hurriedly smoothed her hair and adjusted her lens before rushing out from behind Xie Qingcheng before he even had a chance to react.

Xie Qingcheng: "Watch out!"

But what he could not have expected was that the girl, who had been so timid a second before, was now standing next to the old tramp with her pretty face angled in spite of the danger - but taking care ahead of time to carry her expensive little bag backward behind her back so that it would not be rubbed against the old man.

"Look carefully, you have a foreign accent, how can you be my father? Bad old man, you're so horny you want to take advantage of the opportunity to mooch off me, you think I can't see it, right? Don't be disrespectful to the old man, okay?"

The old man was frightened and took a few steps back.

In this way, the situation was completely different. Xie Qingcheng realized that the old man really didn't seem to have any malicious intent, and upon closer inspection, the grief on the old man's face was too deep to be feigned.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help but frown, "Ms. Bai, can you turn off the live broadcast? This old man doesn't look like he's in a good state, he might have gotten the wrong person, why don't you call the city management first, and deal with it together."

Bai Jing Where to listen to him, looking at the live audience dawdling up, she does not mind the old man stinks, put his own a pink face closer.

"Hey, take a look, the family members come and take a look too." Bai Jing let the homeless man look at the screen of the cell phone she was holding up, the selfie stick plus the front-facing lens was just enough to take in the whole body of both of them, "Old pervert, look at me, and then look at yourself, and you compare. Will I be your daughter? Take a good look at yourself - look at you in these rags, pudgy, and you're still saying you're not here to mooch off me?"

The old hobo was confused for a moment, then she followed her lead and squinted down the selfie stick.

He should have seen the two people on the screen, so he first froze, and then as if suddenly realizing his wretchedness, he panicked and tried to run backwards.

He ran away, but Bai Jing got energized.

Turns out all it takes to get a clean-freak anchor to get over the mental block of sticking it to a badass shoot in a split second is to rub off on the uptick in fans.

"Look at it everyone! This is harassment in disguise! He must be pretending to be mentally ill, let's see me expose him for what he is!" Bai Jing chased after the old man to get him in the shot, shouting at him, "Hey! Come here! Didn't you say I was your daughter? Huzhou is such a big place, and the security is so good, but you dare to touch this kind of porcelain! You also don't look at your own rancid and smelly appearance! Come here!"

The old man seemed to be waking up a bit, but then again, he didn't seem that awake, his eyes half chaotic, half dazed.

Xie Qingcheng watched from the side, already sure that this old man is not to mooch the porcelain, his mental state is very bad, if you want him to describe it, as if a dislocated half of China, wandering to the south of the Yangtze River in the smoke and rain of the skinny dog. The word "search" has become his bone image, a glance can be seen that he is lost something, has been in bitter pursuit.

But Bai Jing doesn't care about that, she has been an anchor for most of the year, she is mediocre and can't attract a few viewers, but she is hot for other peers who are trying hard to make a living.

Once upon a time, when she couldn't earn any eyeballs even after racking her brains, she indignantly ran underneath those famous bandwagon anchors and swiped insults.

Today she scolded this, "What are you pretending! It's all capitalized up to put on this look of age! What you're showing isn't a real idyllic life at all!"

Tomorrow she scolds that one, "A man takes women's hard-earned money and buys mansions and villas, others have said that every lipstick you buy is a soul under the bricks of his house na! Women who buy his stuff still refuse to come to their senses?!"

The day after tomorrow she will change another scolding: "What do you say about self-improvement and self-reliance of modern women, all day long you just know how to sell your misery, isn't anchoring your job? You're tired but you earn money ah, you get scolded but you earn money ah, give you so much money, what do you have to complain?"

No one knows the grimace she reveals while swiping her cell phone under the covers; she's always the same Cindy in the turbulent subway, in the bustling buildings, in the midst of the clothes and the paper, trying to run a business and humbly currying favor with her valued guests in her high heels.

Bending over, struggling to maintain her comportment, squatting down, her delicate hands buttoning up Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Li's shoes, bowing respectfully as she sent them out of the wide golden foyer, no one knows how many times she looked at those swaying backs and thought, one day she too could make the most haughty counter girl bow down to greet her.

She wanted money, she wanted fame, she wanted red eyes, so she lost her fear, lost her cleanliness, and couldn't see past the trembling lips of the old tramp, the muddy hot tears in her old eyes.

"Is your daughter from Huzhou? And your daughters. Bad old men like you, who don't even know if they're married or not, find reasons to act crazy and come out to harass women! What are you hiding for? Didn't you just keep rubbing yourself in front of me? Let everyone see what you look like! Come on!"

"No ...... no ......"

The old man was terrified, craning his neck, hunched over, and letting out a babyish, wailing, slurred yell from his mouth.

"I'm sorry ...... I ...... was wrong to recognize ......."

"Sorry? What's the use of being sorry? You come here! You look at the camera! Look at your outfit! You've come out to cheat and you've cleaned up a bit!"

On the screen, the pop-up screen, unknown viewers are cheering for the "heroic anchorwoman anti-killing street harassment crazy homeless", the gift brush up, the balloon rose, her heart seems to follow the expansion.

The old man hides in panic, from the excitement of the psychotic hysteria of recognizing his daughter by mistake, to the helplessness of waking up and running away. He is tracked by the camera as if he were an old dog with nowhere to run, and like the stray dog he brought with him, he is driven away by "justice" and runs away in a panic.

"Don't shoot, please ...... I admit I'm wrong ...... Don't shoot me ...... Girl, don't shoot me... ..."

The old man was shaking all over, his legs sifting in his loophole pants.

He covered his face in front of the camera, covered his face and then tried to cover his torn and ragged clothes, and finally he didn't know where to cover up, as if every inch of his flesh and blood, every strand of his clothes were unattractive and shameful to see. Tears flowed down his furrowed old face, and he shrank downward, almost falling to his knees and begging Bai Jing for forgiveness.

"Please girl, do me a favor ......"

"I-" Bai Jing was about to say something when the selfie stick was suddenly snatched away.

Immediately after her cell phone was unceremoniously taken down, Xie Qingcheng tossed her selfie stick aside.

"Hey! You! What are you doing?!"

"What are you doing? I told you that this old man looks mentally ill and asked you not to irritate him. Are you deaf or don't you understand?"

Xie Qingcheng forced his way out of the broadcast.

Bai Jing's face instantly changed from pink to red, from red to purple, from self to green, and then slipped around like a walking lantern, finally stepping on her high heels, she angrily said to Xie Qingcheng: "What do you care? Give me back my cell phone! I'm free to broadcast live! I want to make money, you know! I want to be a netizen!"

"Whatever you want to be has nothing to do with me." Xie Qingcheng coldly grimaced, his daddiness coming back, disciplining people without blinking, "But Ms. Bai, do you want a face? Can't he see what's going on with him! In order to get people's attention, you know it's wrong, you have to choose to be wrong, you know the consequences, you have to do whatever it takes, you even know how much pain your behavior like this will bring to other people, you have to take this pain to exchange for a few attention, because this pain has nothing to do with you, you lack of morality!"

"What are you babbling about! Don't you educate me, are you my father? You're just a date who came to meet me for a blind date today! I don't need you to care!" Bai Jing got angry and rushed up to grab the cell phone.

But Xie Qingcheng was in a bigger temper than she was, holding her down and staring at her condescendingly, his eyes like razor blades.

"Human dignity in your eyes, human life in your eyes, is no better than the audience you attract with one live broadcast. You're so fucking deformed enough."

"How dare you scold me? You yakuza--"

Bai Jing was so angry that he jumped over and raised his hand to slap Xie Qingcheng.

But Xie Qingcheng clutched her wrist, and with one hard push, twisted her wrist over, causing her to scream in pain.

Xie Qingcheng said icily, "If you continue, I will not only dare to scold you, I will also dare to beat you up."

"You, you let go! I'll call the police if you don't let go! I'll call someone!"

Although there are not many people on this road, but they make a big noise, there are already people stopping to watch from afar. Xie Qingcheng does not care about this, he would have been a person will be other people's eyes as air, however, to his surprise, the crowd suddenly a sharp-eyed woman called out.

"Ouch, shit! What's wrong with the old man?"

Xie Qingcheng immediately looked down to see, the old man may be because of their own mental illness, after recognizing the wrong daughter, and was Bai Jing chasing shooting, under the great joy and great sadness, the heart can not stand the stimulation, actually blue lips, white face, the whole person covering the chest slowly bent into a shrimp, and then flopped down on the ground!