However, it turned out that I was decadent. To summarize in the words of Comrade Zhang Xiaoyue: "He Yi, without hesitation, you have gloriously degenerated from a phoenix with bright feathers into a turkey."
When Zhang Xiaoyue said that to me, I almost jumped up and pointed at her nose and said, "If you are my turkey's best friend, then you are the yellow chicken steak that is on sale in the store opposite the school!"
After that, I saw Zhang Xiaoyue looking at me meaningfully, half-smiling but not smiling.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Xiaoyue covered the corners of her mouth with her fingertips and smiled, then brushed her hair and said, "He Yi, your hair is messy and you look like a woman who just climbed out of bed in a brothel."
"The way you fiddle with your hair and look at people is like a noble lady who has taken too much opium and is in a trance, unable to distinguish between human and ghost."
"Yes, you are a ghost, so I can't tell the difference." After saying that, Zhang Xiaoyue burst into laughter again.