Do the two generations look to poor girls? What do those who want to get married end up thinking?
Do the two generations look to poor girls? What do those who want to get married end up thinking? – What?
I can go out with a couple of rich second-generation boyfriends because my mom has a strategic vision, and she’s given me the battlefield, the best university in the country. (This story is based on true experience, and the author records this “extreme error” story, hoping to wake up the men and women of the new age and not copy it.
My name is Sun Zheng, and on the day before my 18th birthday I got P-Big Admission Letter.
On the day of the examination, the home phone and cell phone were blown up. I sat alone in a bedroom without a light for three hours.
Then I turned on the phone and hacked everyone in the comms group.
The group’s name is straight, and it’s called the “stand-by.”
Well, when I was 18 years old, I didn’t fall in love, and time and energy were spent on books, just to learn to spin and push with the kids. And learn how to marry rich people.
I remember that year when my rich boyfriend and I were walking by the lake, he was three years older than I was, and he got blushed by my words, but he grabbed me in the face and bit me in the teeth: How many boyfriends did you talk about? I’m sorry.
“Not once.” Do you believe me?” I looked at him with my eyes, and I was slow, and my little finger didn’t shave his hand, and I was in deep love, and I was waiting for you for so many years. I’m sorry.
I’m honest…
They’re just trying to practice, my history is blank.
Who calls young boys the first conquerors on virgin land? Yellow is no exception.
I was touched by my words, and he dragged me into my arms, raised my face, closed his eyes, kissed me deeply, and promised me a lifetime of good.
He’s my hard-on boyfriend, and he’s the so-called slag man who broke up with me a year later.
But he did not know that I was the only one who controlled the relationship from the beginning to the end.
Even if he cheated, it’s all my fault.
Two.
When I was a kid, my mom always said to me that women can be poor, but they must be beautiful; of course, they can’t just be skins, but they have brains and ambitions.
My mother was an ambitious woman. Ever since I was a kid, she made me study hard and get into famous school.
And not to make white collars, but to climb to a rich man.
In her view, this cruel society, a solid class, is a relay race, and those who run fast, their ancestors, their fathers, have won a better starting line for future generations.
The best schools in the country also bring together the wealthiest and most privileged generations of people in the country.
The lowest-class girl would dream of love from a nightclub.
I’m not the same. She gave me a reservation at the best university in China.
Students at school are dressed in the same clothes, and the richer they are, the lower the profile. And you all live together. So I was just in school, and there was only one criterion for the selection of the two generations –
Hobbies.
The more you like to burn the money, the more you have to pay.
And all I have to do is blend in with the money-burning ring. It’s actually easy to mix up.
My first goal was to be the director of the camera.
The first time I saw Huang Shao was in an interview at the Photographic Association, where I was wearing my bare shoulder shirt, and my recently washed hair was long on my waist and made pure. The interview took place in the studio classroom, where he and several of his seniors, as interview officers, asked the newcomers a few questions. When I was asked, I answered with a smile. But when it was his turn, I pretended to be nervous and couldn’t resist the shell.
The message “you’re different” is so obvious that several seniors can’t help but play the fun: Brother Hung, are you too tough to stare at?
I was a little innocent, and I said, “Did I have a problem?” I’m sorry.
I just blinked at him, didn’t answer.
I told him to stop looking.
At the end of the interview, he stood in the middle of talking to everyone, until it was over, and I left behind, and when the freshman went, I asked him questions with the notebook. In his notes, he wrote every single word he said, and I was close to my head, and I just washed my long hair, wet, and smouldered with grapefruit.
I went through all his tweets one night and even found him.
I drugged her.
The freshman year is self-enabled, and the senior is always curious about her. So at that time, even if my methods could only be 70 points, the freshman buff would give me 20 points.
When I left, I told him, “Brother Wong, my name is Sun. Remember. I’m sorry.
If you like to express it in plain and warm, a smart guy should know the next step:
The next day I woke up, I saw Huang’s friend apply.
Everything’s fine. I almost jumped out of bed and I responded to the friend’s request.
Hang on, don’t pass.
III
For men, I think the most effective option should be a sugar and a stick.
A woman ‘ s initiative can appease men ‘ s vanity, but any satisfaction can only be proportionate. Once he tastes sweet, he should be hungry.
Who told them to love chase? Provoking and then running is the greatest diversion.
On the third day, I received a message from the photographer’s secretary requesting to attend the first meeting of the association.
The event was to go and photograph the garden. I dressed up again, wearing the most popular jk uniform I’ve ever seen, a short shirt with a hundred skirts, white stockings showing the absolute field, with two ponytails. It’s clearly sweet girl costumes, but I’m not on my back, but with a big, heavy, long gun.
After all, it’s the opposite to create surprise.
Such costumes in a bunch of boys must be the focus. The only thing that’s a little cold to me is yellow.
I looked at him several times and he didn’t want to look at me. At that time I thought he was sulking and thinking of adding another fire. He even started fighting with other boys in front of him.
Photo taken, member time. As President, he should, in principle, be pointing a finger at the new members. When Huang came to me, I handed him the camera and showed him the parameters.
And he looked at me in the eyes of his obstinate eyes, and then, after a while, he smiled with a sarcasm.
What?
What is it? Shouldn’t it be jealous?
This look gives me a little panic. I had to keep my head down and pretend to operate a camera, which was an association, and I learned to use it, but it was the wrong place, and the screen jumped to the full photo preview, and it was only a few scenerys, and all that was left was yellow.
I was so ashamed of myself.
Well, yeah, I was filming him all morning to follow him.
But I never expected it to come out now.
Accidents happen, I’m really super embarrassed.
The yellow haze also stopped, and the sarcasm of the smile stood there, and it became a mistake and then a shame.
I was talking to other boys all morning, and I didn’t seem to notice him.
The camera is the most honest eye of a man — the one I’m thinking of, it’s just him.
Two people were staring at the camera for 10 seconds.
It was only when I took a deep breath that I took a peek at him, and only when his lips were so tight, the red faint of his ears was half gone, and he turned back to the interface with a cold face and skill, and then pointed to me with a true one.
When he’s done with me, my face is still on fire, and it looks like it’s stupid. “The phone.” I’m sorry.
I’ll pull it out.
But he took it down, and then entered his own number, threw it back in my arms, and pushed my head, saying, “Go back and add me.” I’m sorry.
Ooh.
I was stupid enough to hold his finger and know in my heart that I had done half.
About not having him first.
It was just a blight and a bang. It took a while to make up for it: “Oh, then I thought you and I were playing push-up.” I wonder if this little girl is a little out of her mind.
Listen, I was about to blow up my tail, and I was so scared that I could argue.
It’s good that he’s suffocating, “But you’re so stupid that people can be caught at the scene…”
That’s what I’m saying. He’s teasing me.
Brother, you’ve misunderstood me? This finger is so bad for girls. I want to make amends!”
“What are you trying to compensate for?” I’m sorry.
I swerved my head, and the voice of the sweet silk went from the phone to his ear: “Just make it up to you… and say good night to me for a month, okay? I’m sorry.
He smiled, his voice was gentle, he didn’t say no.
A lot of things come to order. Wong Zhu and I will have sex every day.
He was a senior in college, a native of Beijing, and graduated with a lot of vision and vision.
And I’m in control of him. It’s just the knife on the colored head.
He’s good to me, he’s good at home, and he’s got a double set in Beijing. His parents will have the driver pick him up on the weekend, and I’ve checked the model and searched it quietly.
This string of seven bits, warmer than his hug and more moving than his kisses.
And we did have some really good times. Unfortunately, the sky soon poured a cold water on me.
Then I found the end of what I believed was only the first step of the march.
I don’t want to talk to you about your girlfriend. And more importantly, the growing experience and segment tells me:
If you want to change your class, a family like Huang’s, and little rich one, you can only be my pedal.
After three months of dating, I met Chan.
Wong Zhu called him God.
The other day, Huang and I held hands for a walk and met a particularly beautiful boy. I couldn’t help but look at her, and I saw her stop, and some surprises said to him, “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
Chen smiled at us, looked at me and cleaned my face, and looked at Huang, Brother. I’m sorry.
Look at the eye and pass by, but I can tell that this god is extraordinary.
As it turns out, the next second, the yellow stun lifts up the chin and exclaims in the light of Chen’s back:
“The Lord is the glory of heaven.” Compared to him, we’re all ordinary people. I’m sorry.
Four.
The phrase “single” is like a cloud covering my world with pink bubbles.
I suddenly woke up: going to school, going to college, working hard, and finally going out with a boy from a normal family?
That’s what I’m talking about?
I don’t like it.
On that insomnia night, I opened the computer in the dormitory, squeezing my lips and staring at Chen’s Twitter page.
Chen is the president of the Mountaineer Club. He is a senior in the financial department. Sven, it’s cold. The skin is white, the eyes of an artist are direct, and the dreams of a girl are typical. Such a man, with his feet, knows there’s a lot of people after him.
I later learned that my school’s climbers were very well known, and that those who were famous in the climbers were either rich or expensive young people. I blame myself for being naive — a really good girl would never be looking for a rich generation in a camera, but would be able to climb up a mountain.
But Chen should have a girlfriend. It’s called the Shoe-Fry. It’s the goddess of Guanghua Management College. They are said to be rich and rich, born to a family of high-ranking officials, and ghosts see that they are a natural couple.
Well, life is not Mary Sue’s novel, I’m not the heroine, nor is a concubine.
If I were him, I’d only choose to be the right girlfriend.
I turned off my computer sober and frustrated, and I told myself not to think.
But that night, I dreamt about Chen and I dreamt I was actually a Cinderella in a novel and married the prince.
Seeing Chan is a weekend. Wong Zhu took me to the capital to climb the mountain.
I didn’t promise to do it. I just got dressed up and didn’t even wear makeup. When I came to the school door and saw a couple of people standing next to a SUV…
What?
So it’s with Chan and them climbing?
I looked at him and cried, “Why didn’t you say there was someone else? I’m so dressed up. I’m sorry.
“We’re friends. Besides, you look good if you don’t dress up. “Small down, softly smiled at me, fingertiped my hair.”
I don’t feel like myself.
But he saw his eyes standing on his fingers and on my hair, laughing deeply.
And the next second, he looked away, pulled the door, sat on the side-drive and whispered, “Come on, let’s go. I’m sorry.
They’re in another car.
Ten minutes later, I saw a Mercedes G, and then I saw a pretty woman with long legs jumping out of the driver’s seat, with lemonade on his chest.
I know it’s beautiful, but I didn’t think I was more beautiful.
It’s nice, especially when it comes to talking. There’s the goddess.
I only later learned that the boys in their dormitory had all their visions when it came to the sifter. Even whose circle of friends has been complimented by the concoction of the cones.
I have to admit, she is definitely not the vicious, finger-smug woman of the novel.
She’s the real novelist, smiling at me so much, holding my hand and saying, “What’s up?” I’m Shaw Fiber. I’m sorry.
In front of her, I tried to sew down to the ground.
I’ve had bad grades at school and few friends, and I’ve spent most of my time and energy on finding rich boyfriends. Inspire to be a client. And the only reason I’m here today is because I’m Huang’s new girlfriend.
Where the sifter is at the center of the subject, everyone around her. Talk to her, have fun, ask her what she thinks. Even if the stars turn to the moon, she will look for Chen’s eyes in the middle of a few words, and when she looks at each other, she will turn her mouth and talk to others.
I try to join the conversation, and the other side can’t help but sneak my phone and record the tone and the tone of talking.
I can’t have one, but I can imitate her.
As if he were nearer to her, and closer to that life, and closer to Chen.
That’s when I noticed a sight.
Chan.
I was stiff, and he looked at me like he was laughing, and suddenly I took out my phone and pointed to the “recording” icon on the screen.
He found me on tape?
I’ve got a burn in my face. But he looked at it again if nothing happened.
I was distracted until I got home that day.
Wong Zhu didn’t detect me. I hurriedly bid him farewell and returned to the dormitory to bury my head in the blanket immediately.
When the heart beats in the ears, it’s when it comes to today’s tent.
“I found out how much more time you’ve had to look at the fibers than your boyfriend. And suddenly he drew into my ear and opened his tongue.
It was only then that I discovered that there were only two of us around, and I couldn’t help but stand up to my back, squeezed the tent cloth’s fingertips, and looked at him without looking at him. I’m sorry.
“She’s not my girlfriend. Then he bowed his voice, and he whispered, “I don’t like her.” What I like is… is…
He suddenly stopped talking.
And my ears are red.
I’m afraid to follow his advice.
It was only when his eyes stood on my red right ear, staring at me when I couldn’t bear it, that he reached out and took my right earring, put it into his heart for a moment, rose up, and left a sentence: “Is it for you? I like that. It was confiscated. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
The heart is still beating. The ears still love the temperature of his fingertips.
It’s hot in the nest.
My shaking hands touch my empty right ear.
In the middle of the day, the concoction asked me why I lost one of my earrings, and I freaked out and explained it accidentally.
And when you started to play with the yellow collars, the quality of the earrings went down, and I looked in Chen’s eyes, and the light was hot and dark.
I was simple, I didn’t know human nature.
The misperception and understanding of love for all are the same: the demand for loyalty, purity and eternity, the desire for excellence, the sun and progress.
But then I knew that the more people there were, the more experienced, the more loyalty and eternity no longer aroused any interest.
Even if Chen was 22 years old, he could really be interested…
Only stimuli, with taboos.
Five.
Chen’s approach has led me to wonder.
He gave me the illusion that what would have been possible only in a dream, and suddenly there was a possibility in real life.
Maybe the boss in the novel is in love with me.
I’m like being seduced, starting to want more. A little bit of ambition and desire.
And he never talked to me again.
In every late night, I will not be able to retrieve all of Chen’s information, hoping to find a chance to see him again.
He was like a key that opened the door to my desires, to my future and to everything.
Chen’s schedule, regular study rooms, and the weekly activities of the Mounting Club are actually dug from the BBS.
There are too many of his fans, and there are always girls in the economic department and even in the next school.
Unfortunately, they never seemed to be able to apply the economics theory: asymmetric information was profitable, and there was no value in being fully familiar with information.
In other words, only the hardest information to dig is treasure.
So I started digging into other ways where Chen could go and not know, like from his friend’s public opinion and Twitter.
Chen said, “Huh, come on. I’m sorry.
The location is a maid’s coffee shop half an hour from the school subway.
By definition, the waiter is dressed as a maid and meets the reasonable illusions and demands of the homeboys.
So, Chan likes it?
An online search revealed that the shop was recruiting part-time attendants because it was far from the school and it was almost impossible to meet acquaintances.
I bit my teeth, and I made an excuse for Huang’s job.
Everything went well, and the only thing that went wrong was that I went there for a full month and I didn’t even see Chen’s hair.
And it turns out that theory alone is not enough, and that the successful in this world needs that 1% of luck.
When I almost gave up, one day, a familiar face came in the store.
Chan!
I almost couldn’t believe my eyes.
He seemed a little surprised to see me at a moment, came back and said hello to his boss and stopped looking at me.
That’s it?
I’m a little lost, but I can’t let myself go straight to him. I had to lower my head.
Not long after, near a Braddock shoe. I looked at my head for half a day and finally, familiar low-key:
“Do you know?
I’ve been working so hard to warn myself not to panic, so I’ve been building my mind, and I’ve come up, and I don’t know where the courage comes from, and I’ve been saying, “Do you want him to know?” I’m sorry.
He asked me to come to the maid’s shop from the point of view of Huang’s friend, but I didn’t think I had made him an accomplice.
And then he showed up with a funny look, two steps closer, and his toes softly kicked my kicks, and his head down and he said, “That’s what he called you, right? What time are you here every week? I’m sorry.
He’s one-stabbing straight in.
“Tuesday and Thursday. “I will lift my head up, and when I look at it, I wonder why I have come out like I’m being duped.” I’m sorry.
He bends and laughs:
“Yeah. One, three, five, seven, and two and four for me. Do I understand that?”
The face is hot!
I didn’t think he’d say that, thinking he’d be sarcastic.
It’s a great embarrassment, and it’s just about to say something — I saw Chen strangling me in the face, so close, so vague and dumb his voice says a few words in my ear:
“Shared.” I like that. I’m sorry.
“…”
I’m stuck.
That’s how I realized Chen’s pervert. Angel’s face, devil’s hobby.
But I tried to gather my surprises and panic, and I tried to act as if I had seen a big scene, and I kept going, “Well, I’ll wait for you Thursday.” I’m sorry.
I made him laugh and then he left.
The heart beats like it’s all over my chest. I looked in his back and couldn’t describe myself: happiness, surprises, joys, fear, fear, incomprehensible complexity and chaos.
And We breathed deeply, and rejected the guilt of the yellow scavenger, and We covered our heads with rags to wipe out the ashes of the table, as if we were working hard to wash away a little bit of my soul’s seed.
And Chen’s soul spores must be worse than mine.
It was only then that I understood a little bit of the look in his eyes, aggression and curiosity when he took my earrings as he climbed the mountain and yearned for taboos.
That is why it turns out that the so-called thrill of cheating is the greatest emotional value I can bring to Chen.
He had had enough of the clean, good and sunshineed women who had done so much in the open, and Chen liked the dark, the temptation of damp and invisible light.
He also saw at first sight that I was not a sarcasm of optimism without secrets.
I’m a girl who likes to tape in secret, with ambition and a heart full of dark and light.
And he likes moss.
And his habits were special: every time he came, he looked upon me with nothing, and he sat alone in a room and drank tea, and he was not called.
It’s only after a while that he’ll appear behind me, breathe in my ear gently, and suddenly his arms around my waist, and he’ll hold my chin like a lover.
“Hmm? Did Huang do this to you? I’m sorry.
Or:
“Do you like what I did to you or what he did to you? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Hot breath sprayed behind my neck.
And I don’t really need my answers, and I’m slowly finding that it’s easy to get him into the scene, and it’s good to be happy, to be ashamed, to be afraid, to be ashamed, to be depressed and to be impulsive.
He’s getting like me. The longer I get tired of being with you.
“I wish I could be with you every day. I’m sorry.
Most of the time I’m sober, but sometimes I’m in trouble.
The maids in the store were all wearing wood, but he liked me to take off my slippers, remove my socks, step on the floor of the sheath, and order me to run around the room until my feet were covered with dust.
Then he’d let me sit in front of him and he would lift up my ankle and look at my feet with a little drunk face.
He said that the most beautiful place for women was their feet, and that he particularly liked the way women’s hands were dirty.
Broken beauty is a tragedy, and Chen loves it all.
And the most exciting of all was that we were in his room, and his fingers were squeezing on my soles, and suddenly there were voices outside.
It’s Chan’s friend. The people who climbed the mountain together!
I’ve got a flashback in my scalp, and I’ve got to pull my feet back.
Chan’s hand is strong.
There is only a thin push-and-pull door between us and the outside, and as long as those who are outside come near and open the door, and everything is revealed, I will also fall apart.
Unprecedented fear of heart failure, fear of tremors without noticeing that Chen has come up and put it in my ear:
Are you scared?
It was very fast, and I noticed his eyes — the green light flashing out of excitement.
There’s only one thought left in my mind: never spoil him.
I couldn’t breathe, but I looked at him as firmly as possible and shook my head.
And that was the moment when Chen started to laugh, and he pulled the door and said, “Hi.” I’m sorry.
I almost jumped from my seat.
It’s a small gap, and Chen’s face, my skirt and my leg in white stockings.
Showdown.
“Want to come in? “It’s not like I’m going to have to go to school.”
I even stopped breathing and my head was buzzing and I thought he was serious.
The people outside the door knew Chen’s temper and only learned to say hi.
The door closes again.
When their footsteps disappear, Chen will laugh at me:
“Screeching like a sieve. Not afraid?”
Speaking of rising up, and taping my head like a little animal, leaving a line:
By the way, there’s a yellow sauerkraut out there. I’m sorry.
Six.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are my day at the maid’s café.
It’s also the day I never want to think about Huang.
As long as you do not remember, you will not feel guilty, and you will remain steadfast in your march to the gates.
But the word of Chen broke all of us by deception.
And then I got a complaint and a favor.
I didn’t reply.
That night, I held that text and I couldn’t sleep with guilt.
I remember talking about this with Chen, and his point was, if you still feel guilty, it means you’re a good person.
The real bad guy can’t possibly feel guilty. I’m sorry.
It’s a bad idea, but I decided to accept it.
But I want more, and the woman in love is always greedy, not only of people, but of his family.
I was also familiar with Chen, and I was able to get the message out of my speech:
Chen’s father is supposed to be a big man and has business and real estate in Hong Kong and Macao, and his parents live mainly in Taiwan.
But he was also given a car and a house at the village of Nakawan, where he was paid in inches.
And if I want to have a future with him, I’ll have to take care of Huang.
My alienation was clearly felt by Huang, after which he tried to save it, but with no effect.
We met less and less frequently, and once he even e-mailed me: I didn’t text, I couldn’t find it, I didn’t know what you’ve been up to, and if you want to break up, let’s just say it.
I have been silent for a long time and I still do not know how to answer.
The great guilt is still there, and after a few days of thinking, I made a decision to eliminate it:
I want Huang to cheat.
Yeah, since I cheated, he had a chance to cheat, just to be fair.
And if he cheats, it’s logical to break up.
It sounds crazy. It’s easier than it looks.
The first thing to do is find him a candidate:
The photos of Huang’s microblogging are always reproduced by the official account of the school, so there are a lot of fans, and there are always a few I.D. admiring messages and asking about the event.
For a year, most of the people around know my relationship with Huang. So the girl with the baby will follow my tweets.
Among them, the most visible girl who dug the walls was called S.
To get close to her, I found a guy with a sex.
S is not very careful about strange boys.
I’ve been talking to her for days, and I’ve been telling her things. – Send me a good man’s card and confess that I’m attacking a male god with a girlfriend.
I smiled and said, “Well, do you want me to help you?” I’m sorry.
“So kind?” she didn’t believe.
“The beauty of adulthood. Of course, I’d prefer you to fail before I get the chance. I’m sorry.
She laughed. After that, I’ll be asked a few questions about how to dig.
The key to digging the walls is to “get in and get in.”
I do not know, but I can make this for her.
I began to make a big deal of it, to fight with Huang, to forget his birthday, to refuse to meet him, and to have no cause for cold violence.
After each fight, I’ll remind the girl, “Do you want to talk to Huang? I’m sorry.
I do swords, she does lecturing.
S is actually smart and brilliant, with a little fox’s eyes and a brain that holds a typical white-rich and protected innocent.
The plan went much better than expected:
Wong Zhu has ignored S’s love from the beginning, and then hinted at me, “There’s a lot of girls who’ve been hitting me lately.” “And then I unilaterally lost good night to me every night.”
And S, there, tells me that she talks to Huang every night, very late and very late…
It was harder to push a good boy away than to chase him.
After only half a month, Huang said to me:
“Ooh, let’s break up. Sorry, I like someone else. I’m sorry.
In the meantime, another one.
I now remember what I was feeling, and if I have to describe it, it’s a kind of “resolved burden” that has been crushed.
It’s a long breath, but it was punched in the chest.
“Well, congratulations. Congratulations to the girl. * I’m in the face and I’m banging back. *
Pretending to be free from a relationship in peace.
“No, I should congratulate you. @Ambassy: #Jan25
I’ve got a tight chest, and I’ve got a well-known question. I’m sorry.
He’s already hacked me.
It was an early autumn evening, when I was sitting alone in a chair by the school lake, squeezing my mouth and putting my cell phone in a bag, and suddenly I couldn’t contain the huge loss of my heart.
And I understood that the loss was lonely, and the sunset fell by the lake, and I looked with my hands around my chin at the pitiful poaching of the lake.
It’s like watching a love abandoned by the summer.
And at this point, with a little sun, I saw another familiar face coming together:
Chan and Shaw Fiber.
The news of my break-up with Huang Zhu soon spread in their little circle. Wong Shuu brought a new girlfriend to the party — man, it’s worse than I thought.
Of course, I didn’t have time to brag about it, and I’m afraid that Chen never showed up in the maid’s café again.
And I tried to find him, and to meet him, but he looked in my eyes and looked away, and all that remained was indifference.
I remember what he looked like the other day when he came along with the concussion. Males and goddesses, with their own light.
As if the sun was going to shine.
When he stood in the sun, he was turned into sunflower and would not look at the moss in the corner.
It was only then that I realized that, even after so long, I had devoted my body and my love, all my appeal to him was the pleasure of that taboo.
Now, this taboo disappears, as if the bell had struck at 12 o’clock, and I am Cinderella.
I don’t believe it.
I destroyed my first love with my own hand, and I will never be a fool to the death of my wife.
I blocked Chen again, this time in the school library.
In the second floor of the school library, there are very few foreign newspapers.
He said he’d read here every Wednesday afternoon.
When I met him, he was going through a foreign magazine in front of the last shelf, looking at me, and he was clearly impatient.
“I have an appointment with the concoction.” I’m sorry.
And I downplayed it and laughed a lot: “I know.” That’s why I find it interesting. I’m sorry.
He’s freezing. Some were unexpected.
I thought I’d hang him, crying and hanging.
Of course not.
I walked in on his head, down his voice, pointed my toes at his earlids, and treated him in his best way:
“Chen, you’re with Shaw. I tried to steal you behind her back. It’s so exciting. I’m sorry.
The first reaction was frown.
But I am convinced that the devil will only be attracted to the devil.
Love films and comedy films don’t work for Chen.
The most inexorable part of this man is the anti-student curt.
I’m sure my words have drawn Chen’s interest.
After consternation, he had a deep smile on his mouth, scratched my wrist with his head and held my lips with his other hand.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” I’m sorry.
That’s when his phone vibrated. It’s a concussion.
He looked at me, he let me loose, and he put his voice down and answered the phone.
“Where are you?” I’m sorry.
Chen was about to open his mouth, and suddenly I leaned around his waist, leaned on his feet, bit his throat, and provoked him with an aura:
“Don’t answer that. Guess how long she’ll find us?”
Chen is stuck.
The door of the library was pushed softly and the feet of the convection were getting closer, and Chen never pushed me away.
On the one hand, there’s a fear that too much noise will be seen by the cones.
On the other hand, my gut tells me because he doesn’t want to push away.
He stood in front of the bookcase like sunflower in the sun.
And I know that the back of the sunflower is eternal darkness and desolation.
He can’t refuse such a game.
I have to get in, and my hands are off the grid.
In the end, he couldn’t bear to hold on to his microphone and kisses his teeth.
“What’s wrong? Where the hell are you? @FaceFrill: #FaceFriday #Gaza
But it’s as if it’s helping him.
Words between lips, forbidden games.
He held my waist even tighter and deepened his angry kiss.
It wasn’t until Chen had kissed enough that he picked up the microphone and said to the head, “Oh, the signal was bad,” and he said to the left and right.
The sifter’s pace came closer to the sound, and I turned his hand around his waist in an attempt to escape, and he pulled him, and I saw him scratching in my palms, moving in my mouth, and I had a mouth:
“Demon.” I’m sorry.
I blinked on his side and left a small voice: “Go on a good date.” Don’t miss me.
Then turned around and ran away.
The light of the library was on the bookshelf through the old veil window, and a few steps out of the other shelf, and I saw the sifter.
She’s a whiff.
I bend the corner, I use the sound that Chen can hear, and I say hi to her:
“Hi, Sister.
My goal this time has been achieved, but only to prove my worth and appeal to him.
It’s true that a goddess should be Chen’s natural pair. She’s smart, decent and just.
It’s a shame she never really gets Chen’s heart. After all:
There’s always only one way to attract a low-line man.
More than he has no bottom line.
But I can.
VII
After the library incident, Chen finally found my good.
I got myself a ticket in a way that went beyond the bottom line.
In his words, I had a perverted feeling of blue out of blue, and he began to love me as a “plastic genius”.
He came to me when he was all right.
Watching movies, watching plays, listening to music.
Put all his taste in me.
As the two men approached them in open sight, they did not take me anywhere afterward.
They even take me on a trip, buy me clothes and give me presents when they go to the mall.
Hand pens are so exaggerated. Looks like it’s not bad at all.
That’s when I learned that his father was Hong Kong’s Chen last name star (now on the second line) and that he had bought a building in Beijing since the early years of Hong Kong’s fire.
Instead of buying a house, it was buying a building, when Beijing had an incrediblely low house price, and when the stars got tired of buying Hong Kong’s mansion, they started investing in a building in Beijing without any money.
I became obsessed with flaunting my bags, shoes and lipstick on social networking sites, i.e., straight-out flair.
I know it’s annoying. But I can’t help it.
Can’t you understand that?
Yes, but when you suddenly experience a life that you have never experienced, a great sense of satisfaction and achievement compels you to declare to the world what you have just done.
Quickly fed by wealth, the body with its hands raised with greed, like a hungry beggar.
And it’s a low-life mentality.
At the beginning, I was particularly hungry every day, from mental to physical.
Even before we go out to dinner with Chen, we buy a big bag of junk foods downstairs at the convenience store until the last piece of chips is put in our mouth. I was able to continue to play white and beautiful with serenity and grace.
In the words of my roommate, I secretly ate junk food in my dorm, and it looked like that pig in “Thousands.”
In my eyes, it’s the end of the day.
Yes, for the last 20 years, I have been madly repressing my desires, my feelings. @Ambassah: #Jan25
And now, the moment I finally got my ticket, the handbag and the clothes were in my arms, I was content.
I don’t know what love loves more than money, but it doesn’t matter — Chen can give me love, can give me money.
Now, in retrospect, this time of little filling and falling in love was probably the happiest and dumbest time of my life.
In fact, once a smart girl falls in love, she becomes the dumbest girl in the world.
I didn’t think about and sum up why he chose me, and I didn’t find a way to maintain and extend this relationship.
I even started to fantasize that he could give me a marriage…
As we stayed together until the second year, the day of my senior year, Chen Borg, Chen took me to see his father once.
The meeting took place in another of his city-specific villas in Beijing, where his father’s common words were very good and he was very kind. A new era was marked by photographs of parents as young as they were.
He called me a little classmate, asked me a few questions about his profession, talked about his hobby, and went on to exaggerate my spirit.
In front of me, he said, “Get along with each other.” I’m sorry.
I floated.
There were many stories about me at school.
Rumor has it I’m the daughter of Gangnam’s rich businessman, the school flower.
She’s Chan’s real girlfriend, and she’s actually rich and beautiful.
I have indeed spent a great deal of my time playing a true white man, pretending to be a happy family and growing up free and secure.
Of course, there is also a whisper that I have ignored, which exposes me as a poor person who can afford to pay for a scholarship, flying on a side of the phoenix with no rhythm and no bottom line.
So what? I snort.
When I was less than 22 years old, the most expensive time was when I put hundreds of thousands of people together, and even every month I could send money to my family, and my mother, with my help, quickly built a small house.
I took care of everything I got.
And I am a sunflower of confidence and grace in the sun, though its back is full of tears and desolation.
I learned later that the word “faith” never appeared in our relationship. During the two years of his relationship with me, Chen Chau has continued to seek and receive all kinds of excitement.
Men cheat too many clues to blame me for being in great joy at first and for being selective. The past has never been easy, and even Huang has been forced to cheat under my arrangements.
Chen was the first one, and I only learned later, and then more.
It is the truth of the world that, even if a woman has more emotional skills, and even if she is a master in the field, she will never be able to guarantee men ‘ s loyalty.
I couldn’t take my boyfriend’s deception. I began to make some twilight moves when I thought I was firmly in position:
Like the hysteria that made him swear not to cheat, even to report his whereabouts 24 hours a day, suspicious.
And I’m in a hurry to get married.
Most smart girls now look emotional, and I did it almost once.
It also led to Chen becoming more and more indifferent to me and, in his words, to my being strange.
Remember forever why a person is with you, if it’s because of the value of money you give, then when you have no money, Ta leaves you; if it’s because of the emotional value you give, Ta will leave you too.
The emotional value I gave Chen until graduation was almost zero, and we did get to the point of breaking up.
And the last thing I did, the dumbest thing, was that I made his father’s idea…
Chen’s father’s identity is a secret, and very few people know it, and I later sent an interview with his father in my own microblogging and friend’s circle, with the following text:
“The Grand Duke is really a great man. I’m going to learn from him! I’m sorry.
At that time, I didn’t know that this state of affairs had committed the “Homegate” taboo.
VIII.
The more complex the family, the more demanding it is. There are all kinds of rules, but there’s basically one consensus:
Keep it low.
In the gossip news, those high-profile women in the court of fame can’t make a living for themselves.
I forced Chen to do one thing:
Break up.
No more than a firm break-up.
I’ve been in my dorm for three days and three nights, and I’ve been dead for over a month.
It happened to be a graduation plea. I may not get a certificate if I’m delayed, I’ve had a very average four years of college, and I’ve had really bad grades, with only 3.0, a level of six-stepping in English (Yes, even in focused universities).
To be honest, if I want to find a job, I can only expect the boss to have a little bit of a school problem.
But for my diploma, I had to fight and get ready.
Now, remembering that time, it was as though the sky had been gray, as if I had been placed on the eve of dawn, but it would never shine.
I sit in front of the library’s kiosks every day, and the lanterns are dark and dark.
Heart pain to numb. When the mouth does not feel it, it always leans down and makes its own unconscious sigh.
That was my most desperate time.
It’s only been four years since I found out that I’ve been on my way back.
I’m used to living with rich people, I’m used to being a client, and I only want to suffer from men.
All the skills I’ve got: a costume, a delicious and expensive restaurant, the most visible lipstick, the most visible techniques, golf and red wine horsemanship… I’ll never be an independent woman.
The roommates have found decent jobs, unicorn companies, state ministries, the world’s top 500…the life of a hard-working and motivated person in a nice suit with a working card.
And I? Well, I’m still looking for the next man.
And she is destined to be a way of no return without an arrow.
Fortunately, I’m still young and pretty, and there are several other colleges and the wealthy two generations next door that are very interested in me.
They’re blocking places where I might be, trying to pick me up, plus mine.
Only later did they know it was because of Chen. They’re really curious, it’s the pretense of Chen’s ex-girlfriend.
From this point of view, this relationship between Chen and I has been defeated.
I am indeed a very spiritual person, and I know that my moral base is low, but I am indeed fully committed to what I want.
The new suitors have given me new hope, gave me life, I’m getting up, I’m in shape, I’m starting to get dressed, and I’m beginning to strengthen my new set:
It’s not the little leprechaun who used to be timid and dedicated to providing emotional value. After all, now I’m a rich, knowledgeable girl.
And this time, my goal is simple — to marry myself out. Get me a ticket for a life.
Unfortunately, it’s not possible for the young rich generation around.
Destiny taught me another lesson at the age of 22: the rich generation can only spend money and play. But few of them have the ability to make money.
For two generations who are not able to earn money, they have to obey their parents in any major choice.
There’s only one way I can get married and spend my husband’s money:
Rich generation.
The rich generation, for example, has a distinct characteristic, and most of them are young.
In the face of money, ageing is certainly not a big drawback.
I’ve been through love and lost a little bit of self-absorbed.
For the first time in my life, I understood what my mother said to me: “A girl can be happy for life if she is well married.” I’m sorry.
For me, a good marriage is a marriage to a rich man who is willing to love me.
And I don’t need to love him.
So the question is, where can we find the rich generation?
Advanced gym?
A gift club?
A five-star hotel administration bar?
The best of the century?
No, these places are too deliberate.
The rich generation is simple, but the rich generation is the one who fought for decades. The young girls met here were too clearly targeted and, with a slight inaccuracies, were convicted of being women.
And there’s one place where I’ve met a rich generation, and I’ve had the best first impression of them, and I’ve thought about it for a long time, and it’s —
Alumni.
Nine.
On the eve of graduation, I almost focused on my alumni activities.
I signed up as a volunteer for the P-Alumni Association and volunteered to join a number of alumni, starting to meet alumni in a variety of names.
The alumni’s teachers were surprised by my enthusiasm, and I always responded, “The family doesn’t want me to work, and I’m thinking about a year, so I can come to school and do whatever I can. I’m sorry.
The more fluent the lie, the more expensive the clothes are worn, and the less people lie.
This year coincides with the 120th anniversary of the school, with a variety of alumni activities.
In this context, I have received first-hand information on a number of alumni, including their names, contact details, occupation and current location.
This is an important piece of information.
I spent about a week working on this stuff, from 10 years of alumni to 78 years, and I read it all. And try to remember.
The last time you took it so seriously, it should have been before the exams.
And I’m talking to one of the volunteers, Annie, in the volunteer service.
Annie was my sister, older than I was five years old, full-time wife, looking very good. Just had a baby.
Her husband was married to her and was the founder of a fine firm.
And they happen to meet at the 115th anniversary alumni conference.
And at the beginning of the meeting, Annie was a volunteer for the alumni.
In contrast, we can read each other.
Seeing her is like seeing yourself five years later.
“Anny, are you happy? I can’t help but ask. At the popular alumni gathering, distinguished business alumni and dean spoke in turn.
She nod her head, of course.
What do you think?
A obese man with one hand around her hip and the other with the new son.
A family of three, and it’s happy.
It is only that the man’s face is carefully covered with stickers and full cover.
“Oh, he’s been fat lately. He’s got a bad face. I told him I’d take a picture of him when he loses weight. I’m sorry.
Annie’s in a hurry to explain.
I’m polite to nod my head, and I’ve scratched my face and laughed.
But from a secular point of view, Annie is really happy:
She is in the process of renovating her villa in Shunyi, and her greatest daily hobby is to find expensive antique homes in the middle-class market of the high-plaster shop.
She’s never worked a day, and there’s always a 7-digit deposit on her personal account…
She certainly has a better life than most of the same-age, hard-working issuers.
But we stopped talking.
We all know the price behind this so-called light.
Lack of freedom and independence, lack of a sense of existence and achievement, attachment, loss of love, and marriage to ATMs for life.
More than anyone knows what the skin and body of his husband are, and prays that his daughter should not look like her father at the New Year’s Festival.
Maybe I’ll marry an old bald man like Annie and comfort myself with happiness.
But the choice in the adult life is left to himself, and in the moment of acceptance of the gift of destiny, please know what the price behind it is.
I will never regret it. I’m 22 years old, biting myself.
But if one day I regret it, I admit it.
The alumni’s auditorium was full of applause, and I was wearing a well-coated little dress, condensed and elegant, most popular with middle-aged men.
Suddenly, someone shot my shoulder behind me.
“Hey, is it Sun Zheng?” I’m sorry.
I sneezed, turned my face, smiled at him like a warm welcome to the future, and said, “Yes, I am! Can I help you?”
I didn’t even look at his face.
Because, that’s not important.
(concluded)
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
