ryethenovel Chapter 167 High Heels
Chapter 167 High Heels
When the bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study, everyone in the class could be clearly heard to breathe a sigh of relief.
Another day has passed.
The streetlights cast the shadows of Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing on the ground as they walked out of the school gate, one after the other.
Xiao Yunqing walked ahead, her pace neither fast nor slow.
Song Huan followed behind, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself as he recited English words.
This is probably what a good student is like; no matter where they go, they never forget to study.
Turning the corner, there was a bunch of things gathered in front of me.
The tricycle was parked in the middle of the road, with cardboard boxes scattered all over the ground behind it, some dented and some torn.
An old man stood next to the car, bent over, frantically picking things up.
His hair was white, his back was hunched, and his gray jacket was wrinkled with frayed threads on the cuffs.
Cars drove past him, one after another.
Some people circled around it, while others honked their horns.
"Beep—beep beep—!"
The piercing sound of horns bounced back and forth on the street.
The old man straightened up, glanced at the roadside in a panic, and then bent down to pick it up again.
I was too slow. I picked up one, but the cardboard box wobbled in my hand, and I dropped it.
Song Huan adjusted the straps of her backpack over her shoulder and walked over.
I squatted down, stacked the cardboard box next to my feet, and pressed it flat with my knee.
Xiao Yunqing also squatted down, picked up a cardboard box, which was wider than her. She hugged it, stood up with her body tilted to one side, walked to the tricycle, and tiptoed to stuff it in.
The three of them spent a few minutes picking them up.
Song Huan stacked the last cardboard box on top, pressed it down with her hand, and it was stable.
The old man turned around, looked at them, opened his mouth slightly, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together.
"Thank you, thank you!" The old man's voice was hoarse, like the wind blowing through dry leaves.
Before he could finish speaking, the car behind him honked again.
The old man shrank his neck and quickly turned around to push the cart.
Holding the handlebars, back hunched, he pedaled forward.
The wheel moved once, then moved again.
There's an uphill slope ahead, not steep, but long.
He leaned forward, almost lying on the handlebars, pedaling once, stopping once, pedaling once, stopping once.
The tricycle swayed on the slope, as if it were about to slide down.
Song Huan walked up, put her hand on the tricycle, and pushed it forward.
The cardboard box was pressing against his chest, feeling a bit prickly, but he didn't flinch and kept walking forward step by step.
Xiao Yunqing also ran up and put her hand on the other side of the tricycle to push it.
The two people stood side by side, their steps intertwined.
The tricycle is lighter now.
The old man turned around, saw the two figures pushing carts behind him, and paused for a moment.
His mouth was open, but he didn't speak.
Song Huan smiled at him, released one hand, and pointed to her chest.
A small, red Youth League badge was pinned to the school uniform, reflecting the light under the streetlights.
"You're welcome, we're group members."
The old man blinked, looked at the Youth League badge, then at Song Huan's face, and asked, "What is a Youth League member?"
Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.
Xiao Yunqing couldn't help but chuckle, a short laugh coming from her nose.
Song Huan pushed the cart, thought for a moment, and said, "Grandpa, just think of me as Lei Feng."
This time, the old man understood.
He smiled, his wrinkles deepening, "Good Lei Feng, good Lei Feng."
He looked at Song Huan, then at Xiao Yunqing, and said, "You two are like little Lei Fengs."
We reached the top of the hill, and the road became flat.
Song Huan released her grip and took a step back.
Xiao Yunqing also loosened his grip and patted the dust off his palms.
The old man parked his car on the side of the road, turned around, and waved to them.
"Thank you, thank you."
Song Huan shook his head, put his hand back in his pocket, and said, "You're welcome. My name is Lei Feng."
Then he stretched out his hand, pointed to Xiao Yunqing who was greeting the old man next to him, and said, "Her name is White Bone Demon!"
"Song Huan, are you sick in the head?" Xiao Yunqing was so angry she wanted to bite him.
The old man watched this scene with a smile, then rode away on his tricycle.
The wheels turned slowly, and the cardboard box bounced behind them, making a soft sound.
The taillights went out, and it got farther and farther away, turning into an alley and disappearing from sight.
Xiao Yunqing dusted off her hands and put them back into her school uniform pockets.
"Let's go."
Hmm, that hands-in-pockets gesture is as practiced as someone else's.
Song Huan nodded and also put her hands in her pockets.
The two continued walking forward.
The streetlights are still the same few, and the shadows are still the same two, one in front of the other.
But my steps felt lighter, I can't quite put my finger on it, it's like the soles of my shoes are thinner, so my steps don't feel as heavy on the ground.
A wedding dress shop opened up ahead of us sometime ago. When Song Huan saw the renovations, she thought it was a bubble tea shop, while Xiao Yunqing thought it was a KFC.
The two had even made a bet, but they never expected it to be a wedding dress shop.
The wedding dress shop is located on a street corner, with its windows lit up.
The light, white and warm yellow, shone on the model.
The wedding dress was very long, trailing on the ground, layer upon layer, like a cake.
Xiao Yunqing slowed down.
The pace changed from normal to half a step, and from half a step to a complete stop.
She involuntarily stopped in front of the shop window and looked inside.
The wedding dress was so white it practically shone.
But she wasn't looking at wedding dresses; she was looking at shoes.
The model's high heels were white with thin straps and sparkling diamonds on the surface, which shimmered under the lights.
It's not tall, it's thin, and standing on the display stand, it looks like two needles.
Xiao Yunqing stared at the shoes for several seconds.
Song Huan walked over, put her hands in her pockets, and glanced into the shop window.
3999!
"These shoes are nice, but they're definitely not worth the money," he said, shaking his head with certainty.
"It's all a tax on intelligence."
Xiao Yunqing pouted.
She turned to look at him, "I don't care, you have to buy me a pair someday."
Song Huan looked her up and down.
From head to toe, and from toe to head.
Finally, he shook his head.
Xiao Yunqing's face tightened. "What kind of look is that?"
Song Huan leaned against the shop window, spreading her hands, "You're wearing high heels? Can you even stand up straight?"
Xiao Yunqing glared at him.
Song Huan didn't stop, her gaze moving from her face to her feet, then back again, "Besides, your legs aren't long enough. High heels are for long legs, you look like you're on stilts in them."
Xiao Yunqing's face changed from white to red, and then from red to purple.
She glanced down at herself; her school uniform was too big, and her pants covered her shoes, so nothing could be seen.
She looked up, opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something.
Song Huan didn't give her a chance, "Besides, you usually walk with a bouncy gait, you'd fall to your death if you wore high heels."
He smacked his lips, as if commenting on a dish, "These shoes may be a waste of money, but it would be a shame to wear them on you."
Xiao Yunqing took a deep breath.
"Song Huan".
"Um?"
"I'm breaking off all ties with you."
She turned and left.
She took long strides, her short hair fluttered in the wind, and the hem of her school uniform billowed out.
Song Huan paused for a moment, then followed.
"Hey, you get all worked up over just a few words?" Xiao Yunqing ignored him and walked even faster.
Song Huan caught up with her and walked beside her. "I was just kidding, you really do have long legs."
Xiao Yunqing ignored him, staring straight ahead and continuing to walk.
"Longer than average, just a bit disproportionate."
Xiao Yunqing quickened her pace by half a beat.
Song Huan pressed on, "Just kidding. Actually, the proportions are alright, it's just the leg shape... Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."
Xiao Yunqing ignored him completely and walked even faster.
The streetlights downstairs were on, illuminating the ground with a white glow.
Xiao Yunqing walked to the entrance of the building and stopped.
Song Huan stood behind her, catching her breath.
Xiao Yunqing didn't turn around and strode into the dark stairwell.
Song Huan stood there, looking at her.
She didn't turn around or say anything.
The motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on, their stark white light spilling out and illuminating each floor upwards.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor.
Song Huan stood downstairs, looking up at the lights. They turned on, then went out.
It lit up, then went out.
He sighed.
Is it really worth it for a pair of high heels?