Chapter 13 When a Beauty Becomes a Writer

Probably to cater to the vanity of women. Nowadays, anyone with complete facial features and the ability to take care of themselves is called a beautiful woman. If this woman still cares about writing something, even if she can't say a whole sentence, it's full of typos and slang. They will all be included in the pile of beautiful writers.When a beautiful woman becomes a writer, it is like a piece of water-filled meat. Although it is called tall, it has already been soaked in capsules, and it is deliberately placed to make you fall for it. A few days ago at the book order fair in Beijing, I was standing in front of the booth of a publishing house looking at a fake book wrapped in a book cover, when suddenly a pair of cold hands touched my face and turned my head to the right: "Honey, you're here too!" My upper and lower lips were squeezed into surprise, and my glasses slid onto the tip of my nose.I really forgot her name, but I remember that after a certain party, she said that she lived in Wangjing and the house I was renting was across from the University of International Business and Economics. When I came home, I bumped into her car. On the way, she said that she had died I haven't been out of the house for half a year, and I am writing a novel, and I am the first friend she met after enjoying the sunshine.She also said that she hadn't spoken Chinese for a long time, so she had to explain many things in English. To prove this, she held her mobile phone in front of my eyes, and the screen was indeed in English.I didn't think about it. I thought that her mobile phone might not have a Chinese input method, but because of a guilty conscience, she kept saying very pleasant things all the way, such as praising her for her literary talent, such as praising her shoes and pants, For example, when complimenting her appearance, I usually lack the training of complimenting people, so every sentence I uttered made me squeak, and I stumbled when I was halfway out of the compliment, even I felt that I had no quality, but She is still very tolerant and always smiling.That's all about her impression.After a few years, the look of the beautiful writer is no longer pure. She reminds me of Mu Guiying, who has extraordinary skills and courage, with double fox tails on her chest, pheasant feathers fluttering behind her head, her eyebrows are curved and she wears a moon. Taohua stepped off the horse's palm and hit the knife, breaking through the heavenly gate formation and killing the Liao people terrified.

I asked her if she had a new book out, and she said that she was working on a financial magazine and hoped that I would introduce some people from the publishing house to her.I was like a prisoner captured alive by the enemy, biting the bullet and walking in the other direction.Mu Guiying looked very angry. After shaking hands, she took out a stack of copy paper from her school bag, and she said, "This is a manuscript of mine. The starting price is 50,000 yuan, and the royalties are 11 yuan. You can publish my photo." At the same time, he pulled out a few photos of wearing a camisole from his bag.None of us cared about the manuscript, and we all snatched her photo from the glass table to see that the woman in it was so graceful.Later I asked her if that person was her, and Mu Guiying stared and said, "Nonsense! It's not me, you thought it was you, anyway, the face is mine, and I don't know whose body it is."

Not long after, my cell phone rang again. A beautiful writer said she was on the second floor and asked me where I was. I hurried up the elevator and walked shoulder to shoulder with many men and women, thinking that if they were not book dealers, they should be writing books. that's it.What I first saw was a poster of a beautiful writer nearly three meters long. The big book cover was enlarged to be longer than my legs, and she was standing beside her in all her glory, all alone.I stood beside her with a stride, and she said, "Let me kiss, first!" Before I moved my face closer, I realized that the extra "Ingelfall" soft tissue on her chest really oppressed my vision.In full view of everyone, we bent over and kissed like two big shrimps, to express my congratulations on the first printing of 30,000 copies of her book.For some reason, she rolled her eyes when she saw a beautiful woman, and whispered in my ear, "She's not a virgin anymore." Then she continued to swear, making the passers-by look sideways. If it was released thirty years ago, it would have to be classified as a hooligan.I try to look away as much as possible, pretending that we don't know each other.Later, a girl from the media wanted to interview her, and I stepped aside, vaguely listening to what she said to others about "feminist rights", "Beauvoir" and other inexplicable words that had nothing to do with the new book.

Then one of my buddies asked me, who was that.I said, a beauty writer.He shook his head and sighed: "The resolution of her face is too high. I have seen ugly ones, but I have never seen such ugly ones. It looks ugly at first glance, but it is even uglier when you look closely!" I laughed, thinking that he was exaggerating But he continued: "She chased me naked for two kilometers, and every time I turned around, I would be considered a hooligan!"