"Mr. Yang, this week's topic selection has been sent to your mailbox - Mr. Yang?"

"Huh?" Yang Yifan then lifted his eyes from the mirror and absentmindedly reflected on what the assistant was saying, "Ah, okay, wait until I finish reading and reply."

Yang Yifan was a good friend of his subordinates, and his assistant had a good relationship with her, so he smiled and made a small joke: "What are you looking at, Mr. Yang? Are you counting how many bubbles pop up because of your beauty?"

"You are the only one who talks so sweetly." Yang Yifan smiled, sat back in his office chair, and opened his mailbox, "I just remembered the article that made me famous back then."

The assistant blinked.

"It seems to be called..."Buried at Thirty-Five"."

The theme is a message to teenagers in their teens and twenties - if you are young and seek stability, you will work nine to five, get married and have children, and live a dull, step-by-step life. Are you ready to be buried in peace at thirty-five?

Anyway, it was just a bowl of chicken soup mixed with chicken blood, boiled in a pot without any explanation.

Those two years coincided with the decline of the real economy and the beginning of employment difficulties. There were teenagers all over the world with their ears pricked up, trying to wait for a concise "adult instruction manual" and gulping down chicken blood soup, hoping to take advantage of it.

Thrive. She scratched the public's itch.

Yang Yifan suddenly smiled: "I'm almost over my thirty-fifth year. It turns out that thirty-five is just like this. I haven't aged much, and I haven't turned into a monster."

"Of course, a thirty-five-year-old successful person is called a 'young talent'. He has seen the world, has stable outlook, and is super charming - I remember that article, and that's when I started to like you."

After the young assistant cupped her face, she changed her voice and said, "Forget about those balding uncles and aunts with big bellies. They open their mouths and shut up about food, rice, oil and salt. They only know how to hang around the pot and baby all day long. Those are greasy middle-aged people."

.”

After she finished speaking, she found that Yang Yifan was silent and staring blankly at the computer screen, not knowing what he was thinking, so he closed the office door for her with a look and left.

Yang Yifan stared at the document alone for five minutes without reading a single word. Then he stood up, opened the window, and lit a cigarette. Her reflection was vaguely reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows. She looked as if she had been polished, from head to head.

The feet are shining impeccably.

The human skin is truly magical. The same skin, flesh, and bones, with a little modification, can turn the world upside down.

The "Thirty-Five" article was an article without marketing or deliberate planning. It was completely handwritten and filled with her fear of "middle age" when she was still young at the time.

When I was in my teens, I felt that I could be ready to retire at the age of thirty. When I was twenty, I felt that thirty-five was undoubtedly "middle age." For Yang Yifan, she once felt that people who get married and have children are

"Middle-aged"... To be more specific, "middle-aged" is the image of her parents.

Her father's name is Yang Ping, which means "ping" in "ping". He had some endocrine problems due to malnutrition when he was a child - there were no life-threatening symptoms, but he didn't grow up later. Yang Yifan was taller than her when he first entered junior high school.

Dad is flourishing.

Mr. Yang was short in stature and had a fragile frame. Naturally, he had limited training in kung fu. He had been immersed in other people's rumors since he was a child - that the son of the leader of the Beggar Clan was a "three-inch-and-a-half cripple". So he had to find another way to imitate the Chihuahua among dogs.

, he went out with a vicious look every day. As time went by, he actually developed a round head with bulging eyes, a loud voice, and barked when he opened his mouth.

After his hand muscles were disabled by Wei Xiao, he squatted in the smelly elevator every day and could no longer jump around, but he still regarded himself as a descendant of the Beggar Clan.

Yang Yifan remembered that he always smelled like sweat, had strong bad breath, his shoulders were hunched early, and he had a scary old and nervous face. Her mother was a taciturn and cowardly woman with premature hair and bad teeth on one side.

She could only eat with the other side. Over time, her face drooped to one side, and her facial features could not stay in place, hanging lifelessly.

Will people become like this when they reach middle age? This once frightened Yang Yifan, who was still in adolescence.

When she was in the third grade of junior high school, her class teacher invited her parents once. Because the teacher found that she was doing business with classmates in her spare time. At that time, the small supermarket in the school was very crowded and the goods sold were expensive. Yang Yifan used weekends to go to the small commodity wholesale market.

She "purchases" goods and sells them back to her classmates at a slightly lower price. She also buys breakfast for classmates who are too late to have breakfast in the morning, charging a few cents for each meal. When her classmates complain about the inconvenience, she hears them.

Will find ways to solve it and make money from it.

What the teacher meant was for her parents to advise her that she was about to take the high school entrance examination. It was best to focus on her studies first and leave other "hobbies" for future development. Before she could finish her words, Yang Ping was in the school, in front of the teacher.

In front of her classmates, she slapped her back.

"Go to school! What kind of bullshit school is this!" The man smashed her schoolbag on the ground, and her things were scattered everywhere. In addition to the books she used carefully, there were also the stationery Yang Yifan brought back from the wholesale market.

They were indeed gadgets, but in order to save costs, she had to walk more than ten miles round trip. The worn-out shoes that didn't fit her feet were almost worn out, and every step she took was like stepping on a red-hot iron.

The man who was always proud to dress like a beggar was still upset and jumped and stepped on it: "Selling things... you despicable gangster! You actually sell things! You are so embarrassed that you are thrown into the school."

No! I don’t think you need to take the high school entrance examination, since compulsory education is over anyway!!”

How many girls aged fourteen or fifteen have the nerve to endure this?

From that day on, Yang Yifan refused to go back to school at all, but later made do with taking a high school entrance examination - the results were of course disastrous, so he went to an ordinary high school also known as a "garbage dump."

At that time, colleges and universities had not started large-scale enrollment expansion. It was not a key high school, so she basically said goodbye to college in advance. She mixed with a group of social youth reserves and learned to smoke, drink, and fight in groups. At that time, she was labeled as "vile" by her father when she was doing a serious small business.

, she changed her profession and collected the "protection money" and became a pure hooligan.

After three years of confusion, Yang Yifan was ready to be dumped into the furnace of society and turned into slag, polluting the environment.

But when she was in her third year of high school, some of the rubbish things Yang Ping had done when he was young came to light. Gang leader Lao Yang was so angry that he publicly announced at the martial arts conference that year that he would sever the father-son relationship with him.

Yang Ping ran away from home and disappeared. When her mother went out to look for her, she died in a car accident because she was in a trance. Yang Yifan was taken away by her grandfather. Lao Yang couldn't stand her virtues and punished her severely several times. Both grandfather and grandson

There was a lot of noise every day. But Grandpa’s dog-beating stick contained the heart of a fist and was more than a thousand pounds strong. Yang Yifan finally surrendered to this green stick. Half a year later, she calmed down and took the college entrance examination.

After failing the exam, Yang Yifan was forced by his old man to join the repeat class. He worked hard for a year and got into a not-so-bad school. In this way, he finally slipped away from the furnace in danger and returned to normal life.

Track, grow up.

But as people grow up, the fear still remains - she likes cats and dogs, but she has a strong shadow of Chihuahuas. Every time she sees this species on the street, she has to walk around.

The embarrassment of having to pay only a handful of cents for tuition, the holes in the school uniform that she tried desperately to cover up with her schoolbag, and the pointing fingers of her classmates... they all lingered behind her like scars, beating her, making her keep making sharp and harsh sounds -

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"That's what you live like."

"Don't put twenty-year-old face cream on a forty-year-old face."

"Those who are still wearing XXX at the age of XX".

"If you don't run wildly, even the last train won't be waiting for you."

"Tell a scary story - when you see your parents in the mirror".

"How to Become a Cheap Person".

"It's such a shame how inactive you are"...

At this time, the phone rang, and Yang Yifan picked it up: "Hello."

"I am Miao Feng. I have been to your house a few days ago. My alarm number is..."

"Oh, I remember you," Yang Yifan blew out a smoke ring and interrupted him, "Team Meow, what's the matter?"

Captain Miao thought her pronunciation was weird, and he didn't know whether it was because he was too sensitive or because the phone was out of tune. He paused, put the issue aside for the time being, and said to Yang Yifan: "There are some things on the Internet that are not leaked from our police.

I'm going out to say hello to you."

Yang Yifan raised his eyebrows: "What? Me naked/pictured?"

Team Miao: "..."

Yang Yifan: "If you have old photos, please delete them for me as appropriate, and just leave the recent ones. I have managed my figure pretty well recently."

Team Miao's blood pressure increased after hearing her talk. He mobilized his whole body to hold his breath and said businesslikely: "We are coordinating with the relevant departments to actively deal with it, but Ms. Yang, you said that you left early at that party last time, and there were many things.

If you don’t know, we now have reason to suspect that you are not telling the truth, and we will visit you later. Please cooperate with the investigation."

After saying that, Team Miao hung up the phone, and Yang Yifan discovered that after a while, she had a bunch of "unread messages" on her WeChat. She was stunned, opened one of them, and a friend said: "Damn,

Is this you? You are in trouble!"

At the bottom is a photo and a video. The photo is the one Captain Miao showed her, the photo of her taking dessert at the banquet on the day of the accident.

The video was probably secretly shot. The hands of the person who took the video were shaking. From time to time, there were plant leaves in the shot. The person was probably hiding behind the flower pot. The protagonist of the video was none other than Yang Yifan himself, still wearing the same clothes at the banquet, sitting in the corner.

Chatting with someone on the sofa.

She seemed to have drunk too much. She had champagne in one hand and put it on the shoulder of a young boy, while she was laughing and joking with others.

The person who took the video seemed to be worried that the audience could not hear clearly, so he even added subtitles to her——

"...I just need to put some pressure on them. I need to put some pressure on them."

"There are so many beautiful things and so many good things, what are you waiting for? Will you still be able to enjoy them when you are seventy or eighty?"

The little boy in her hand interjected with a playful smile: "Sell it for a good price while you're young."

In the video, Yang Yifan laughed loudly and pushed the boy's head aside to play.

A friend called me: "This video has been deleted. I downloaded it and saved it - Lao Yang, who were you talking nonsense to?"

Yang Yifan's mind was a little disconnected for a moment: "No... it was entertainment, I made a few jokes, I can't remember clearly... but at the time it seemed like it was a matter of company management, employee motivation or something..."

"Mr. Yang!" At this moment, the assistant who had just left forgot to knock on the door and barged in directly.
Chapter completed!