Chapter 51 pale as a chrysanthemum

Every night after get off work, I go alone to the Japanese sushi restaurant on Nanjing West Road for dinner.It takes about 15 minutes to walk from Beijing West Road to Nanjing West Road. At around 7 o'clock in the evening, the sushi restaurant is brightly lit, and there are screams of burning iron plates from time to time.A clean man in a blue shirt and white apron poked his head out from the long hanging cloth, holding a piece of sushi in his gloved hand.Outside the large glass windows is the dark Nanjing West Road, where traffic and crowds intertwine. There are slightly fluffy rice, salmon orange sashimi, lettuce salad, miso soup, and steamed eggs.City life, stressful work, for a woman, returning home to cook a meal for herself will lose all the meaning of warmth.And in a clean shop with moderate air conditioning, eating a clean and nutritious dinner makes me feel caring for myself.Body and mind are soothed and relaxed.

Often I see a woman eating dinner alone.There was an empty spot between us, with her large handbag.Her dinner was simple, a plate of roe sushi, a plate of fried mushrooms, sashimi, and a glass of sake.She sat there calmly, eating slowly and leisurely.Sometimes I look sideways at the bright lights outside the window, very quiet, as if thinking about something. A woman in her mid-30s, not very pretty.But there is a clean calm taste.Wearing a Chinese-style blue printed top, simple short hair, and good skin.She wore elegant little diamond studs in her ears, and had no rings on her fingers.I can use my intuition to judge the various strangers I see, through her expression, taste and details.So I believe she should be a director-level figure in a large organization, single, have a good financial foundation, and be independent.free.

The fingers of her hand holding the chopsticks revealed a lonely and elegant atmosphere, and a green jade bracelet gently slipped from her thin wrist.She is a woman with a story that is intriguing. I have always been used to seeing women who can't wait to put on heavy makeup on their faces as soon as they turn 30.Behind the counters of lower-middle-level shopping malls, in the mud at farmers markets, and in crowded buses.On the face with inferior cosmetics, there will be abrupt bright red lipstick that doesn't match the clothes at all, and pale thick powder accumulated together.The cramped feeling of trying to retain youth for fear of losing it makes people feel sad.And the temper is usually very irritable, a small loss can be hated and cursed, because of poverty, the character also becomes selfish and greedy.The once flowery face and clear mood are gone forever.The whole person is completely overwhelmed by life, by the family, by the children and the husband.Powerless to turn over, and nowhere to escape.

Perhaps a woman who reaches the age of 30 will lose her sense of security.If lacking in self-confidence, if not independent and intelligent.will live very hard.Those who are not yet married will be eager to find long-term meal tickets, because they are unable to work hard in society and open up a valuable future, and worry about being eliminated and having problems with food and clothing.And men are becoming more and more critical and selfish.They have no interest in supporting a useless woman unless she is beautiful.Love becomes untrustworthy.If you have children, you will often throw yourself away and hand over your whole body, fat, sloppy, and don't care.When he found that the man beside him began to shift his gaze to the door, shouting loudly, he couldn't control himself.Women's hysteria is often due to lack of self-confidence.Because her spiritual pillar is based on others.

And I believe that in the cramped and cruel city life, the sky that I hold up with my own hands is the clearest.Just like those women who are at the forefront of social trends, they will become more and more beautiful, and the taste of release will be more pleasant as they age.I like women who are 30 years old and still feel relaxed.I like that they have their own jobs, are smart and decisive, and create value for society.I like that they choose simple clothes and use imported cosmetics.I like that they are becoming more and more calm and calm because of the trials and ups and downs of life.I like that they don't depend on men, but they have a good taste in appreciating men.I like that they live for themselves, know how to cherish their feelings, and care about their health.I like that they know how to give, are full of tenderness, and calmly keep a distance from their feelings.Like them to enjoy the joy of being alone.I like their maturity.

I told my friend that day that I think the most beautiful period of a woman is two periods. 15-17 years old, the mellow and sweet buds are just blooming.Then when I was approaching the age of 30, because I had experienced many things in the world, there were secrets that no one knew between my eyebrows, and I was as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, and even more uninhibited.But the premise is that she must be a woman who knows how to enjoy life and work.Her money is not given by men, so she will not deliberately dress herself up, and will not change for anyone.She can arrange herself, control herself, and dominate herself.

This is the best way to love yourself.