t, t... In the evil old society, women are at the bottom...
I finally understood how miserable the people living in the old society were as if they were living under the nose of Leng Gongluo, the cold-faced king of hell...
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"You, get up, pay back my loan, and go farm for me right away. Pay me 50 taels of silver every month, a total of 6,000 taels, and you can pay it off within one year!!"
A certain cold Gongluo landowner had a cold expression, wore a mustache, and held a leather whip, looking very proud.
"Uncle Landlord, please forgive me. There are seniors and juniors waiting for me to support the family. Can you please give me a few days of grace... Besides... I just lent you 6 taels of silver."
, why did it become 6,000 taels so quickly..."
A bag was wrapped in an aunt's headscarf, and she was wearing patched clothes. She was begging with tears and runny noses...
"Stop fucking talking nonsense to me, my word is law! If you say 6,000 taels, it's 6,000 taels. If you dare to borrow money and don't pay it back, I will sell your father and mother. Besides, no money?! I won't go without money!"
Do you sell your body in a brothel?! Do you know what waste recycling is?!"
A certain Leng Gong Luo roared fiercely and loudly, his eyes widened, and spittle could be sprayed three miles away, which made a certain Baobao tremble all over...
In the end, the rich man Leng Gongluo walked away triumphantly twisting his sexy big butt...
A certain bag cried for his father and his mother: Woo hoo hoo... what an evil old society...
Evil...I shuddered all over...and then felt a chill...
No, no, what are these things I’m thinking of...
Forget it, let’s just sing honestly...
After making up my mind, looking at Leng Gongluo's impatient expression, I suddenly remembered a very nice song, um...!
Just this song, good or bad, leave it to Leng Gongluo!
So I cleared my throat in embarrassment, opened my lips softly and sang:
"The silver-white crescent moon reflects the feet
inch by inch over and over again
Kiss the waves…
Struggling in mud and sand soaking the corners of the eyes
Moment and tears
Can't tell the difference...
The explanation you gave
Talking about reaching a fork in the road
Weak and tired
Pay the price of love...
I can't help myself, I can't let go
Reluctance, the waxing and waning of love
It becomes jet lag...
Love is more than roses
And uneasy punishment
Happy, misunderstood
It will grow over time...
Ebbing love is like a scar
I've been hurt, give me an explanation
Only when you let go can you be happy
Give your heart a good rest...
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