Chapter 3 third chapter

I withdrew my hand, pushed the car and hurried away, far away from him, I could almost recite his next line - "It's a pity that my lover is gone, I fell in love with you at first sight, why don't we try dating?" After communicating, communicating, I handed it to the bed, and I can still recite many lines of lines that communicate with the body. I, "Porn Age"... Ah, no, Charlotte, the great illustrator of "Beauty Age", is dedicated to this kind of third-rate magazines... Uh, in professional terms, this is the study of emotion, morality and ethics The fringe magazine, I was the one who illustrated them, who made it easy for money.

Life can indeed change a person. My mother said that when I was young, my ideal was to become Van Gogh. After I got home, I found that the post on the same city forum had been highlighted, and the replies below covered Lao Gao’s building. I squatted in front of my dear Xiaodian until Aunt Zhang lost all her money, and then climbed the tall building. I think the news should be true, the poor poster was fleshed out, and the ip address shows that it is the brokerage company of Master Changsheng. How divine is the Master of Longevity? It is said that he can calculate the past and future by observing the sky at night.

It is said that he can know your past and present lives by measuring your face. It is said that he can tell the fate of your marriage by looking at your palm prints. And he himself said that he is the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, inherited by Liu Bowen, the first person in Yishu today, who knows everything about astronomy, geography, and Fengshui divination. , causing the city to boil. I'm one of those boilers. In the streets and alleys of the capital, if you catch someone at random, he may not know Obama or Jay Chou, but he must know the famous Master of Longevity recently. Such a powerful man, if he catches up with him, wouldn't he be able to win as many five million as he wants!

So I drooled and missed him every night. And in the photo album of Changsheng Master Blog, the artistic photo of a graceful young man in a black silk shirt fascinates me even more. I stared at the Changsheng Master who had already become my desktop background and drooled, and I said, "Mom, how do you think he can be so handsome." Aunt Zhang said: "Lolo, are you praising my family's justice? Haha, I always thought you two are quite suitable, my family's justice is such a handsome guy..." My mother said: "Oh, sister Zhang, I'm really embarrassed to win so many games from you today, you must stay for a meal, otherwise I will feel sorry, Charlotte, hurry up and cook, come here, let's have another round Bundle."

I:"……" I think if the old lady keeps them here, they will lose all their trousers. After seeing off the three aunts and the six wives, I lay down in front of Xiaodian and continued to catch up on the sketches. This time I sent a short story in the style of Cinderella and the Prince. The plot is very old-fashioned and the plot is bloody. In the screening criteria, the most important thing is the wonderfulness of the action description in the novel. From the academic perspective that I have been immersed in morality and ethics for many years, the action description in this manuscript can only be classified as average.

But everyone is there to make a living, just like my job is to draw illustrations for the manuscripts I get—whether I like the story or not, I have to match it with the most suitable color inserts, a small TV, A hand-painted board, this is all I have for a living, people say that contentment is always happy, I think I should be a person who is easy to be satisfied, even if it is the story characters I don’t like, they will be born under my pen (although they are big Most of the time they are in a lying posture...), they have their own lives and memories in the colors, and I am very happy for this. In the five years since I was discharged from the hospital, countless characters have been vividly depicted in my works, and some have said There is a laugh, but who will give me memory again?Maybe only when I paint, I feel that I am not humble, or even as great as the creator of the world.

The sky has darkened, and the starlight is scattered outside the window. They look thin and dim in the air of the capital, but I still feel that it is an innocent and happy thing to be able to look at the starry sky with the one I love, just like having a meal. Eat, have water to drink, and be able to survive illness, happiness. But so far no one has watched the stars with me, maybe there was in the past, but I can’t remember, so it’s like not having. As for the person like Master Changsheng, he is a star in the sky. I am obsessed with and worship him, and I know that he is so unattainable. People compare the stars to the eyes of people, and the eyes to the windows of the soul. I think Master Changsheng must be the most beautiful one.

And my eyes are not beautiful, nor big, and their only function is to let my mother recognize me as a daughter. My mother said that the medical accident was terrible, and my whole face was swollen like a pig's head. The hormones or other strange drugs. When I was discharged from the hospital five years ago, my face was still swollen and deformed. I have only now recovered to look like a human being. But the long-term muscle squeezing, stretching, and convulsions have long since lost my previous face. . Was I beautiful before?I often ask my mother, do women love beauty? This is normal. You are so beautiful, so pretty that boys in the town run after your skirt every day, my mother said with a smile, but her eyes are often fixed on the RMB in front of Aunt Zhang at the mahjong table.

So I understood that no matter how beautiful a person is, he cannot compare with Grandpa Mao. Later, my mother said that seven years ago, she hurriedly brought me to Beijing to seek medical treatment. My childhood photos were lost in that distant hometown. I will never know how beautiful I used to be. I can draw others, but I can’t. Out of myself, I have drawn so many love scenes, but lost my own. The editor-in-chief said that I am a person with rich emotions, and only the moving past can make a moving pen. He asked me if I had any deep feelings before, and if I loved someone deeply. I tilted my head and thought for a long time, no, I I patted my chest and said, I am a painting genius, I don't need those.

But there is clearly a flame in my heart beating, uneasy and irritable, that kind of heart throbbing will not lie, and I can't remember what the previous relationship was like, maybe it was over long ago, before I lost my memory, or else , Why didn't anyone come to see me during the five years of poverty and hardship in the capital?I even wrote about my current situation in a magazine column, but no one came to see me except for letters from a few wretched men asking for a relationship. Or, that distant "he" is really a gentleman who has never read "Beauty Times"?

But I think there are as few pandas as there are such honest gentlemen in the world. Even a sunny and cheerful man like Zhang Zhengyi asked me to borrow several issues of magazines behind Li Peipei's back.