Just as Su Xiaoxiao was about to close her eyes and enjoy the spring scenery, the mobile phone in her bag rang. Zhang Liangying's singing was filling her heart by the pool in the community.
"I can't see through it, it's your lost soul."
"I can't guess, it's the color of your pupils."
"A gust of wind, a dream, love is as unpredictable as life."
For some reason, she fell in love with the song "Painted Heart" after watching "Painted Skin". No matter how many times she listened to it, she never got tired of listening to it.
It wasn't until Jane Zhang sang "You are me, an endless song." She picked up the phone slowly and pressed the answer button: "Hello!"
My mother's roar came from the other end of the phone: "Su Xiaoxiao, I asked you to come back in the afternoon, what time is it now? You haven't gotten home yet, do you want to piss me off to death?"
"Oops! Mom, I was delayed by something at school today. Now I'm rushing home as fast as I can. I'll be there soon." Xiaoxiao said nonsense.
"It's time. You wait for me downstairs. We'll go directly to Xintiandi."
"Also, from now on, you are not allowed to call me mom in front of others. I will be called old by you even before I am old!"
The phone clicked and my mother hung up, smiling and making a face at the phone.
Mom, full name: Teng Feiyu.
When she was young, she used to be a super beauty.
In my mother's words, she was even more beautiful than Fan Bingbing back then.
The implication is that marrying my father, Su Changchun, is definitely a loss-making deal.
When beauty encountered the beast, she gave birth to her.
In my mother's words, although she is not ugly, she is definitely mediocre and non-mainstream!
It seems that a mediocre, non-mainstream beauty like her can only rely on taking action as soon as possible to seduce the rich husband.
No, I was only a sophomore in college, and my mother was already busy making arrangements for her marriage.
Thinking of this, she sighed deeply, feeling like vegetables in the market that had been washed and put on the table for "sale".
Oh, it’s still an unconventional green vegetable.
Before she could finish lamenting her tragic fate, her mother's crazy roar came from behind: "Su Xiaoxiao, why are you dressed like this?"
She stood up and looked at herself: sneakers, jeans, sweater and jacket.
She didn't feel at all that she was not dressing the audience well.
"Su Xiaoxiao, do you know? Men like women to wear skirts and like women to be elegant. Look at you, you have a silly and innocent expression on your face, and you are dressed in a very vulgar and tasteless dress. How feminine is that?"