Yan Xixi held her knees with her hands and sat barefoot in the warm sunshine. The fine oak floor beneath her was spotless. The light and shadow intertwined with the various roses around her, projecting a gentle and brilliant color, which made her face
There is a kind of lazy beauty.
She lazily raised her head and glanced at the distant sky. Looking out from here, she could see the long-lost blue sky, but it was not pure, like wine with plasticizer added.
"Xiaoya, you don't know, this is the best day in my life."
"..."
"Go to bed when you're full every day, and eat when you wake up. You don't have to worry about where your dinner is, or where you'll stay tomorrow, and you don't have to worry about which man to ask out on WeChat or Momo to cheat a little money..."
Her smile was heartless, but it was real and clear. "Ever since my dad had a car accident, I open my eyes every day and wonder, what should I do with my tuition? What should I do with my living expenses? But no matter how worried I am, college
I didn’t read any further. After my father died, I had to think about what to do with my mother’s medical expenses? What to do with the rent? If today is over, what will happen tomorrow? I often wonder, how can I survive such a long life?
There were even times when I got a little money through fraud, and I thought, why not use the money to take my mother to Tibet, and then find a place with better scenery, where a glacier collapsed, and both of us died.
never mind……"
Poor men are often looked down upon by others, and poor women are looked down upon three times more often.
She had never said these words before.
Xu Xiaoya felt pity: "Who told you to be stubborn? I asked you to go to work in the harem, but you refused. It is said that the oiran in the harem retired after becoming successful. Now she is worth tens of millions, drives a BMW, lives in a villa, and has friendships with many high-ranking officials.
After our foreman met you once, he said, if you are willing to come, you will be inferior to any other oiran, and you will not be worthy of holding up your skirt..."
"Oh, Xiaoya, you don't know, I am...well, I am..."
She was silent for a moment before saying, "I used to stubbornly believe that selling one's sex is the most despicable thing in the world..."
That’s why I would rather deceive, rack my brains to scheme against men, swindle a little money, and compete with them in a battle of wits. Several times, I almost fell into the clutches of the devil. But I always deceived myself and others, telling myself that if these men were not greedy and lustful, they would not do this.
The saucer and the wine tray were deceived.
Some men are obviously married or have girlfriends, but they will also go online to have fun and hunt for beautiful women, so they give others the opportunity to deceive them.
Don't they have some responsibility?
I won’t feel any conscience because of this, so I’d better go and sit on the stage, right?
In fact, they are essentially the same.
Just like criminals, robbers, murderers, embezzlers, etc., they always look down on the lowest rapist or delinquent woman.
On the contrary, murderers often enjoy the most powerful authority among criminals!
The reason for this cannot be traced.
"Oh, now I...now...now..." She said "now" several times in a row, unable to continue.
At this point, he has become one of the most despicable things in the world.
Xu Xiaoya understood what she meant, and felt sad for a while. Isn't she like this? She wanted to make money, but she didn't want to really go to sea, so she had deceived herself and others over the years, but if she could deceive others, how could she deceive herself?
She whispered: "Don't feel too uncomfortable, no one wants this."
