Chapter 3 third chapter

alike. I said, "Miss Yao gave me everything she has." Zhao Yue'e was more impatient: "We heard about it." "Who are you to her?" "I'm a...friend." "Her inheritance is several million?" Zhao Bofen couldn't hold back. "No, only two hundred thousand dollars." "That's not a lot." Zhao Yue'e looked at me hostilely. "I'm not sure I'm going to keep the money for myself. Maybe a scholarship." "In the future, after my daughter graduates from middle school, I will go to take the scholarship given by my aunt." Zhao Yue'e burst out laughing.

Zhao Yifen said slowly: "Miss Xu, we never thought that she would give us the inheritance. Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with us whether to give it to a stranger." I was surprised again. Zhao Yifen said: "She has always been at odds with us, and we don't see each other once a year." I took a glass, took a sip of tea, and remained silent. Yao Jing's parents were nowhere to be seen, but there was a younger child slowly groping out from the room, very carefully, dexterously, holding on to the wall carefully, taking every step, she was just learning to walk.

Unlimited maternal love and tenderness suddenly arose in my heart, and I really wanted to call it out, but it was useless!No matter how careful you are, you can't argue with fate. The pace of life has been predetermined long before you were born, so there is no need to waste your efforts. She walked smoothly, and gradually became bolder, her hands left the wall, and came to me, her feet softened, and she was about to kneel down. Relax, she just put my thigh on my thigh and leaned on it. Zhao Yue'e said, "My little daughter." Such a lovely pair of children, why didn't Yao Jing's inheritance be given to them?

I don't understand. "She wants to live a new life away from us, so it's inconvenient for us to hinder her and cause her inconvenience, don't you think, Miss Xu?" Zhao Yifen said: "We have the same mother and half father as her. Our father passed away long ago, and Yao Jing was born after my mother remarried, so we have not been in contact with each other." I just nodded my head. Zhao Yifen added, "You are not an outsider, I believe you and her are confidantes, otherwise, how could a million or hundreds of thousands be handed over to you." Zhao Yuee said, "But let's see if we need money?"

I default. "Who thinks too much money?" Zhao Yue'e smiled wryly, "But we dare not use her money." What does it mean? Zhao Yuee said again: "My husband drives a taxi. He has three cars on hand. He drives one and rents two to others. There is no need to worry about life. As for my sister, she is an intellectual. More than ten years. We don't wait for the money to be used, and my mother said that she has nothing to do with us, she can do whatever she likes, and we have no control over it." After staying in this living room for a long time, I feel a chill getting worse and worse. The cold comes from the soles of my feet. There is no reason to turn on the stove. It is raining outside the window.

No wonder kids are so bloated. After sitting for a long time, I seemed to become one of them. I could talk about the dawn all the time, replacing Yao Jing with the word "she", and they didn't want to mention the name of the younger sister. The difference is that I have no hatred for Yao Jing, only love. Love and appreciate. I said, "Perhaps the old man thinks she's playing tricks." I paused, "You shouldn't be biased." "Us? We can't curry favor with her." Zhao Yue'e had the quickest response and could say anything quickly. She was an elite in the field of eloquence. Although the scope of her life was so narrow, she had her opinions and power.

She immediately called her eldest daughter: "Da Bao, go and steam the cakes, my sister is hungry." The older girl immediately went into the kitchen, where she had been listening to the adults with one finger in her mouth. I asked, "Where is the old man?" "It was sent to Macau, and it took two weeks to pick it up. They were very sad." "Did Zhang Xu come to see you?" "Zhang what?" Zhao Yue'e couldn't remember. The eldest sister reminded her: "It's her current husband." The girl said "ah". As soon as I heard it, I heard a language disorder.What is the current husband, is there still a former husband?

Even if I asked them, they wouldn't say anything, so I took out the cards from my handbag and distributed them to them. "What's the matter, please contact me." I said. Zhao Yue'e said, "Let's leave after eating the pastries." The pastries served were not Cantonese rice cakes, but Shanghai eight-treasure rice.The biggest weakness in my life is that I always covet Shanghai desserts, and I can't help but sit over and pick up the chopsticks, and take the glutinous rice from the girl's hands. "Aren't you from Cantonese?" I asked accostingly.

Zhao Yue'e twisted her daughter's face, "Cantonese people don't have such good skin." This is true.Yao Jing's snow-white skin is unforgettable at first sight. "Have you been here long?" I asked. "It's not too long. Yao Jing was fifteen years old when she went south." What?Then she is too capable, completely unrecognizable, not earthy at all, she is completely a bourgeois beauty born under Western culture. One accident was stacked with another, which made me put down my chopsticks, and I took out a tissue to wipe my mouth. Zhao Yuee said, "Is this handbag made of crocodile skin? I saw Yao Jing using this brand before."

I didn't explain that I bought the bag at half price. Suddenly, I remembered that Sister Bian told me that people overestimated me, thinking that I was the number one black fox, fierce and shrewd, charged forward and foolproof.Actually, I'm just a stupid woman, but can I tell people the truth?Absolutely not, let people think this way, willing to be hated by others, not to be hated by others. How can I tell idlers that handbags are half price. "I gotta go." "Come back when you have time," Zhao Yue'e said. Although she was a little noisy, she had a genuine temperament, she didn't pretend to be anything, and she could guess what she was thinking.

On the contrary, Yao Jing's eldest sister is tepid and unpredictable. But I don't need to deal with them, I don't need to know myself and my enemy. "goodbye." I bowed slightly outside the door. It was exhausting and out of tune with both of them. They have their own small world, speak the same language, do things with tacit understanding, no needles can penetrate anyone, and there is no gap for Yao Jing at all, and they dare not climb up on this half-sister after they are finished.The weak always have justice and inferiority complex, which is their most powerful weapon against the strong. I go home and rest. Not long after, Yang Shoulin came up with Sister Bian. Shoutou always has the key to my apartment. "Elder sister—" I always have to defend myself. "Don't bark," she said with a livid face, "For you, I'm Ms. Liang." I covered my head with my coat to show that I had no face to see her. Shou Lin said: "What is this for? Childish, come on, bow to Sister Bian, if you make a mistake, you'll be fine?" "I don't want to kowtow!" Sister Editor was furious. I took off my coat, "Who will kowtow to you." "Speak less for one person, two people," Shou Lin persuaded, "Don't be so rigid, okay? You are the ones who won't step down in the future." "What am I going to do when I step off the stage? I'm not acting." Sister Editor couldn't help being angry. "Old friends for many years." Shou Lin is still working hard. I said, "I just pushed Zhuang a bit." "But experts all over the world think I have exclusive information and blame me for eating alone." "Just blame them for a day or two. If there is no news on your page tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, won't that prove your innocence? I won't accept even a little grievance for an old friend. Let me tell you, a woman like you, a woman If your compatriots make a slight mistake, if you fall into your hands, you will be killed immediately. Well, sooner or later, there will be retribution, and you will meet a demolition party, who will not survive or die, and will trample you to death if you eat you and wear you." "You poisonous woman," she turned pale with anger, "You think you are destined to marry Yang Shoulin? You—" Shou Lin shouted violently: "Are you two done?" I fell silent. "Xu Zuozi, I curse you that you will never get married, you will always have to wait, one after another, sitting there waiting for the call forever." Terrible.I was so angry, how could I say such terrible words. "And—" "Not enough?" I screamed strangely. "Also, I wish you never write a novel." "You are too much. I have no hatred for killing your father or taking your husband. You curse me like this?" I pointed at her and said. Yang Shoulin gave up, raised his hands, and collapsed on the sofa. "No," the editor sister smiled slyly, "I am revising my spell: I wish you to write a novel that looks like a pile of mud that you think is a masterpiece, and then I will let you be praised by a group of quacks. I couldn’t tell the difference, and was eventually eliminated by the readers. Since then, I have had a dream and never recovered. Hahaha.” This is really the most vicious curse on writers in the world, and I am silent. "Do you still dare to write?" She asked with a smile, her anger seemed to have subsided. "It's better than you can't write." "I—" "I know, you just don't want to write it lightly. Once you write it, it will be a work that will last forever. When your epitaph becomes famous all over the world, your novel has not yet been published." "But it's suspenseful, maybe you will become famous once you write it?" "You ran to the Star Ferry Pier and stood naked for three hours, and you will become famous overnight." Yang Shoulin shouted: "Okay, enough, enough." I glared at Sister Bian, and Sister Bian glared at me. I stretched out my hand, "Ms. Liang, I hate you, but there are not many people worth hating now, you won't waste your energy hating an irrelevant little bastard, come on, let's shake hands." Ms. Liang didn't reach out her hand, "I won't be settled so easily by you, you have to share Yao Jing's story with me." "It's too difficult for you, do you want to share the story between me and Shoutou Yang?" "Sako," Shou Lin said, "tell her, what's the matter?" When I think about it, I have to sigh and say "yes" because I am in the rivers and lakes. The editor shook hands with me vigorously. "You won." I said. "I won? How come, I don't want to write about these things." "Really not to write?" "Don't treat me like a villain, okay?" I patted her on the shoulder, "Good job." She pushes me away. I started from Zhang Xu in detail and talked about Yao Jing's two half-sisters. "Such twists and turns?" Sister Bian was greatly surprised, "She has kept it from us for more than ten years, good guy, she never said that she has no brothers and sisters, as far as we know, she is a female student in an English academy. What's going on here?" "Also, how old is she?" Sister Bian asked. "The obituary said thirty-three." "Is it three years old?" "I believe it was added." "I'm afraid not," I said. "She's more than thirty-three." "Thirty-six is ​​not too old," Shou Lin said, "I can understand all the weird behaviors of women." "I don't know how to hide her age. She is a middle-aged woman, and she is trying to make people think she is twenty-nine and a half years old." Shou Lin said. I said, "Shou Lin, don't add comments to things you don't understand." "About Yao Jing, how much do we really know?" He asked. "When I ask now, it is equal to zero." I replied, "She is very clever, and she told us everything on her own initiative. For example, no one knows how she met Zhang Xu." "How did she enter the film industry?" of?" Shoulin asked. "The training class of Yilin Company." Sister Editor said. "Who taught her?" I asked. "You thought it was the New York Academy of Art? There are also tutors who specialize in teaching acting." Shou Lin said, "It's just a temporary record." "No," Sister Editor said, "Yao Jing has never done impromptu notes, definitely not." "What's the name of the first movie?" ""War Rose", "Shou Lin said, "I remember it very clearly. That year at the East Asian Film Festival, my father was a judge, and she was selected as the queen." "Really, Uncle Yang did that kind of What? I didn't expect such a highly respected person." "Fuck you." The editor gave me a white look. Shou Lin said: "Let's talk nonsense, let me connect things together. Yao Jing was born in Shanghai in the 1940s and moved to Hong Kong in the 1960s. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He joined a film company as an actor and soon got Actress Award, big hit in the 1970s, married in the heyday, happy home, although the career declined slightly, but the happy family is enough to make up for it, unfortunately God is jealous of her beauty, and finally suffered a heart attack and died young." I am After listening to it, I also feel very pertinent, as it should be. But if you think about it carefully, there are many loopholes in it. Joining the shadow circle, she is about sixteen years old, so what did she do from the age of one to sixteen?Who do you know?It's a complete blank. I said, "I want to take a look at the information about Yao Jing." "Is it still used in the reference room? Ms. Liang is here." Sister Bian said. "No, I want very early news," I said. "As early as fifteen years ago?" Sister Editor said. "Earlier." "Who knows what happened before she entered the film industry?" "Aren't you able to lift up the bluestone slabs to find clues?" The editor turned her head, "Yes, we will try our best to grab the instant news of the popular female stars." She said, "But Yao Jing, she is out of date. This time after she passed away, I will follow the news, but it is just a last tribute .” "Salute!" My heart skipped a beat. "What do you fear most about being a public figure?" Sister Editor laughed, "Do you think it's being harassed?" "It's a cold bench." Shou Lin continued. I feel sad. "Is Yao Jing out of date?" "I'm in my thirties, how come I'm not out of date, the shows are not popular, so what if the acting skills are superb? The average age of the audience is only 13 to 19. Wouldn't it be better for them to just go home and watch their mothers?" Well said. I raised my head and sighed, "But she's still so beautiful." "You appreciate her from the perspective of a mature young woman. The angles and viewpoints are different. What those people outside want is not an actress like her." probably is. In the end, she is very lonely. Everyone fell silent. Shou Lin said: "Give back the inheritance to the Zhao family, and you can be a man with ease, Sako, why bother to track down a stranger's secrets?" Ms. Liang immediately said: "If Zuo Zi doesn't chase after me, I will chase after it. It would be good to write the story into a book." Shou Lin yawned, "The stories of female stars are all similar." Everyone was so tired that they couldn't open their eyes. Eye. Liang pushed open the door of the guest room and fell down on the small bed, "Wake me up at seven o'clock for dinner." Shou Lin said, "I'll sleep for a while too." It was as if a sleepy fairy had drugged us, and we all fell down one by one. When I was about to fall asleep, I thought: It’s okay to die, just go like this, I can’t help myself, and I don’t need to pay attention to anything from now on. The three of us I woke up first, at seven o'clock in the morning. I ignored both of them and made the coffee toast first. Smelling the fragrance, they also got up one by one. I showed the soap and face cream to sister-in-law and asked her to freshen up. In the morning light, I handed milk and sugar to Shou Lin. He stared at me, and I was surprised and looked at him too.This person has a flat face, short and thick, like a baby, with a pair of eyes that are a little inverted, very cute. Looking at me and laughing, I don't know if this is love.I twist his face.He suddenly said: "Let's get married." As the flowers elapsed, I was also suddenly moved, and said "Let's get married", so happy. When I was studying in New York, going to a movie was a big deal. We were all poor students. A boy took me to watch the first round of European movies. During the intermission, he bought a plate of ice cream from the candy girl for me to eat.I thought he was too kind to me and took good care of me, so I suddenly said, "Let's get married." Afterwards, of course, don't count.If you have to be responsible for every word you said, that’s fine, and you have to fulfill all the promises, and that’s not the world of immortals.Shou Lin's marriage proposal was just to express that he felt happy and satisfied at that moment, and he would forget about it when his mood changed later.I squinted my eyes and smiled at him, and went to the kitchen to bring out sausage and fried eggs.After eating, Sister Bian rushed back to the library to do some work.I went to the newspaper reference room to look through old magazines and newspapers.It was also the first time I saw photos of Yao Jing when she was young.She is very delicate and cute, with a look of timidity on her face, wearing a black and white plaid straight-fit mini skirt that was popular at the time, her temperament is not special, but it has only recently revealed its charm.Some women can be beautiful until they are thirty or forty years old, such as Yao Jing.It's been a few hours, the girl chirping like a bird, the old poop has become a pickle, and she still wears short skirts, wool socks, workman's pants, horrible.Looking at the pictorial, two lines of lyrics flashed in my mind: coc1 confidantes play fingertips, Moment of youth. coc2 I know from old materials that Yao Jing can play the piano, likes cats, and loves watching the sea. The propaganda at that time was really shameful, and there was not a word of truth. I didn't see the piano and cat in Yao's house, and her house couldn't see the sea either. I think she likes white and fragrant flowers, silence, a lot of private time, and her family. The Yao Jing I saw was far from the Yao Jing at that time. After searching all the information, I can't find what she did from the age of one to her teens.All the reports said that she was as beautiful as a spring flower and tame as a sheep. Everyone is negligent.The more familiar things are, the easier it is to ignore the past.I don't know which middle school the editor Ms. Liang graduated from.Half of it is because I didn't expect to ask, and the other half is because I can ask at any time, so I don't know what to do when I'm lazy. There is an interview written like this: After Yao Jing graduated, she worked in an office building for a year and felt that it was not suitable for her, so she applied for a training class... cliché. I closed those pictorials. At that time, it was the easiest to write about celebrities. It was like whitewashing a wall. The smoother and more beautiful the surface of the wall, the harder it was to promote it. Now to make an entertainment version, we must try our best to scrape off the criticism on the wall and see how it looks.Just imagine if that wall would be so smooth to sit still and follow reporters to abuse?The difficulty is here. I'll never find what I'm looking for in this pile of old papers. But seeing Yao Jing grow up year by year is a pleasure. After more than ten years, she has fully matured, her dress, make-up, appearance and character are infinitely elegant and elegant. Even if she lives to be fifty years old, she is still an attractive woman . Sister Editor came to see me and gave me a cup of hot coffee. "How's the result?" I shake my head. "That's right, Yao Jing's life is rather mysterious. For example, no one can take pictures of her home." "Taking pictures for others at home, hey——" "What's so strange about this?" Sister Editor asked. "Home is a place for people to live in, miss. How can someone take a picture of it and publish it in a magazine? Will you take a bath and sleep tomorrow and take pictures for others?" The editor glared at me, "No wonder you can get along with Yao Jing, I dare you two to think in the same way." I think Yao Jing has Callas. "Foreign celebrities also take photos for magazines," said the editor. "It's useless to tell you. The scale is different. If you buy a fortress as a house today, I will forgive you for asking people to take pictures." "snobbish." "Am I the only one who is snobby? What's so good about a three-bedroom, two-living room washing machine and refrigerator? Gold-plated faucets at most, okay?" "People like you are simply sick. You have to criticize everything." I still don't know what Yao Jing did before joining the training class. Sister Editor clapped her hands, "I know, go visit Uncle Zhu." "Who is Uncle Zhu?" "The founder of the training class, and the editor of this Yilin Pictorial, is an old man." "Alive?" "Listen to this crow's mouth." "Then what are you waiting for? Go find him." "Wait a minute, it's not so easy to find, I don't know where he lives yet." Sister Editor said, "There are no people to ask about poverty in the downtown area, so I have to ask." Mr. Zhu is in his 70s and 80s, and he is surprisingly healthy. He lives in the outer suburbs, and it takes two hours to drive, but when he arrived, he thought it was worth it. The scenery and air in the suburbs are excellent. He is thin, and his companion is a tortoiseshell cat. Although he lacked old friends in his later years, it can be seen that he was thrifty, so the old wife could play cards in the mahjong room, and the old maid brought tea and water. After we introduced ourselves, the old man nodded, "Oh, you are that girl." I was touched, in my twenties, and still being called a "girl", a rare flattery. "Which girl is it?" The old gentleman handed me the newspaper for me to read. At first glance, I was stunned.The entertainment board is full of pictures and texts, which shows that I am the heir to Yao Jing's property. The efficiency is too high. The old gentleman asked: "What can I do for you? Come, eat some preserved apricots and tangerine peel plums." Of course, there is no need for Yao Jing to leave money to her mentor. The old man lives very comfortably and is nearly eighty years old. He has age spots all over his face, and each spot seems to represent a special experience. "Are you familiar with Yao Jing?" Sister Editor asked. "Why are you unfamiliar?" I have met so many relatives and friends of Yao Jing, but he is the kindest and the easiest to talk to. Of course, he is our old Xingzun. "Uncle Zhu, tell us." "Yao Pin was eighteen years old when he entered my training class." "Isn't it sixteen?" The old man did some calculations, "She should be thirty-six this year. When I first saw her, she was eighteen." We listen carefully. "A very beautiful little girl with sparkling eyes. I don't know why, the more children come from this kind of family, the more obedient and smart they are." "What kind of family?" I asked. "He's already passed away, so what's the point of talking so much?" Sister Editor and I looked at each other, but didn't make a sound for now. He would not fail to say, one is that he is so old, there is no need to be scruples about speaking, and the other is that he is lonely. Lonely people love to talk, and there must be secrets to come out. If you don't reveal the secret, who will listen to him patiently?I know very well. He'll talk, give him a moment. Sister Bian and I drank jasmine tea with sweet and sour preserved apricots in our mouths, and appreciated this little bit of leisure. Elderly people are very good at enjoying themselves. When they are older, it is better to have some money around them, so that they can do whatever they want, and they don’t have to wait for their children and grandchildren. Loneliness is second, and the most important thing is to live without suffering. After a long, long time, Mr. Zhu was not in a hurry. Of course, Sister Bian and I didn't rush him. Finally he sighed and said, "You girls, when you get married, you need to open your eyes wider." I was startled, this clearly meant Yao Jing. I pretended not to understand, and I said my philosophy: "Sometimes I don't care too much. When it's time to marry, I have to find someone to marry. If I marry the wrong one, there is nothing I can do." "What kind of talk is this! Doesn't anyone want it?" I said confidently, "Because I'm lonely." Uncle Zhu shook his head vigorously: "The happiest is in the arms of parents." The editor and I couldn't help laughing. "What are you laughing at?" Uncle Zhu denounced it. The way she laughed at the old man was like a dialogue in a mandarin movie from the 1950s, such as daughter's heart, happy angel, and wandering child. Once she returned to her kind parents, she would immediately be sheltered, and there was nothing to worry about. Uncle Zhu was at a loss: "It's not that I don't know, the world now is different from before!" The editor couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zhu, even in the past, there was no second person as good as you in the film industry." These words reached old man Zhu's heart, "Oh," he said, "what's the use of being nice?" Thousands of wears and thousands of wears, flattery does not wear.I cover my mouth and laugh. Uncle Zhu turned his face from the TV and coughed, and only then began to regard us as the object of conversation. He said: "It's useless to be nice, girls like bad guys." I was very surprised, I didn't expect Mr. Zhu to say such things to us. "I joined the film industry in the 1930s. I shared an apartment with Zhao Fei in Shanghai for a while. Everyone knew that I was good to women and Zhao Fei was bad to women. I took good care of them and Zhao Fei quarreled with them every day. , throwing their cheongsams and high heels downstairs, but what's the use? They still love him." Old man Zhu showed obvious resentment. I think he's so adorable, I'm literally in love with him. I secretly asked sister editor: "Who is Zhao Fei?" "A male star in the 1930s, the most beautiful man." "Really?" I smiled brighter. Uncle Zhu didn't understand that it wasn't a matter of who was good and who was not. He didn't have to be jealous. There are many women who just like handsome men, and it's worth being abused by them. Old man Zhu is so small and thin, he must have been bad when he was young.But his wife is pretty good, her skin is still fair and tender even in her sixties. I accompanied him for fifty years and talked about the past in detail. "What happened next?" I asked. "Later, Zhao Fei passed away at the age of thirty." Sister Editor said. I said, "I didn't expect you to be so familiar with film history." The editor said: "Before the trip, I worked hard." I said, "Look, it's coming in handy." Mr. Zhu said: "In the past, men talked about demeanor and waited on their girlfriends. It's not like now. There are many men who are low-spirited. You should be careful." This sentence is true. Women have to be careful every step of the way in life since ancient times. The editor led him to continue: "My father never served my mother, and women had no status in the past." Uncle Zhu said, "It depends on who you marry." Sister Editor deliberately said: "You mean my parents have a bad relationship?" "It's just that you don't show it well. A bad man...meeting him is a dead end." I have a feeling that his arrow has been pointing towards Zhang Xu. I know the time is ripe, as long as I give some guidance at this time, Yao Jing's secret will burst out like ripe pomegranate seeds. "Mr. Zhu, how familiar is Yao Jing with you?" "She is my intercourse daughter." I asked the editor again: "What is that? A sister-in-law?" The editor nodded. "When did it happen?" "She was eighteen years old that year." "We know she has two older sisters from different fathers." "Yes. Her mother first married a small businessman, and later married Yao Jing's father." "What is her father doing?" "Nobody cares." Still refusing to say. "What does Yao Jing do in the Mainland?" "study." Sister Editor said unexpectedly: "Impossible! She speaks English so well." "She is smart and willing to learn. Do you think she is an ordinary person? She speaks Guilin very well, and Shanghai dialect is also catchy." "Why do you want to learn Guilin dialect and Shanghai dialect?" I asked. "You little girl," said old man Zhu disapprovingly. "Her husband's family is from Guilin. Also, at that time, the big players in the film industry were all gangs from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. They spoke Cantonese. Does the boss understand it? Don't understand it and suffer from it." So far, I have longed for Yao Jing's temperament, and I can't help feeling sad for a while. "Such a smart woman..." Uncle Zhu shook his head, "One generation is not as good as the previous generation. Look at the current female stars, all of them are incomplete. Sigh, I have seen enough." All three of us fell silent. "How much private savings does Yao Jing have left?" Old Man Zhu asked. I asked back, "You also know that she doesn't have much left?" "One person earns, so many people spend, how much can be left?" I blurted out, "Uncle Zhu, you love her so much and know her so well, why doesn't she come to discuss something with you?" Uncle Zhu let out a long breath, "I want to save face, I suffered a loss, knocked out teeth and swallowed blood. Do you think these women are now? You can tell if you sleep in a hotel room with a man." There is no need to suffer like Yao Jing. I looked at my hands and sighed. If there is something unhappy, you should say it early and think about the solution.Divorce at most, what's the big deal? By today's standards, a woman who has never been divorced is hardly considered to have lived. Maybe Yao Jing is lagging behind, her values ​​and morals have been outdated for 20 years. I said, "Zhang Xu loves her." Uncle Zhu laughed mockingly: "Really?" "Why not?" "It's useful to talk about it? Send a dozen flowers during the New Year? A real man is a man who protects a woman. He puts her first in everything and takes care of her spiritual and life needs wholeheartedly." Uncle Zhu said holy. Wow, I raised my hands and surrendered, fortunately the man couldn't hear these words, otherwise who would dare to marry a wife, sister editor and I would not be able to sell it in another eighty years. This pair of friendly parents is completely behind. "Why," asked the old gentleman, "you don't think so?" I shook my head, "Anyway, I didn't intend to treat him wholeheartedly. It's good for everyone to do half of it. If you lower your requirements, you'll be less disappointed. I'd rather be wronged by others than be wronged by others. I have such high expectations for my spouse. It's too childish and naive, Uncle Zhu, you don't agree with what I said, do you?" "So don't you get married because you want to be trusted for life?" He was shocked. I said, "Who do I entrust? My whole life has already been entrusted to myself. Alas, Uncle Zhu, don't you want to tell me that we live in the world, and we can rely on others besides ourselves?" "Then why marry?" Uncle Zhu was stunned when he heard the values ​​of modern women. "Partner, partner is another independent person, he is not a slave of love." Old Uncle Zhu couldn't stand such a stimulus, so Fubu said, "If Ah Jing is as open-minded as you are, nothing will happen." I wanted to say something else, but Sister Bian stopped me with her eyes. The old servant came over and said to us, "Can the two ladies go after having some snacks?" The editor said: "We don't eat, thank you." Mr. Zhu's eyes returned to the screen. The editor said: "We are leaving, Mr. Zhu." He turned his head and said, "No delivery, no delivery." His expression was perplexed, like that of a primary school student when he saw a homework lesson on a hundred questions of algebra. At the gate, the editor complained: "He is an old-fashioned good man. You instilled so many new trends in him at once, how can he bear it? You have shaken his soul away." "I still want to go on." "I know you," sister editor said, "you don't count if you have to fight men to death." "Wrong." I said, "I just object to the complex of 'Du Shiniang is full of hatred, and I hate that I have mistrusted my lover for life'." The editor is angry for it. "Love is like eating ice cream. You have to be alive to enjoy it. If you love it to death, you don't need to love at all. How can a dead person love?" "You are a person who has no ability, but only knows how to chew maggots." We drove into the urban area, and along the way, we saw the sunset was infinitely beautiful, the sky was full of red clouds, and in the distance in the sky, there was a smear of light purple smoke. Yao Jing would like this kind of weather, she is old and out of date, and thinks that if she doesn't marry a good husband, she will die forever. She was romantic to the point of paleness and died of a broken heart. I stroked my strong chest and searched for my heart. There are definitely some, but they are only beating for their own blood circulation. I really can't believe that just ten years ago, just over 3,650 days ago, a woman's sentiment would be as lonely as Yao Jing. "What are you thinking?" Sister Editor asked. "Nothing." I bit my finger. "Have you noticed that Mr. Zhu didn't say a lot?" I smiled, "I hope to hear more stories about him and Zhao Fei chasing girls." "He likes to tell those stories the most, and they are wonderful and vivid." Sister Editor said. "Do you often listen to it?" I am very envious. "No, I only heard it once or twice. He said that in Shanghai at that time, he wore white serge suits on hot days. If he loved any lady, he asked that lady to give him some of the leftover material for sewing cheongsams. tie." "Really?" So gimmicky. "Really, it's very romantic and silly. You know, there was a poem at that time that called me a cloud in the sky..." Sister Editor laughed, "It's really a set, it's too much to bear." "I want to know more about Yao Jing." "We'll find it gradually, but you're right, once you know more, you don't want to write about it, at least not as news." "If you agreed earlier, we would not have misunderstood." "Should I return to the museum?" "No." "Shoutou will look for you, sooner or later you will forget who Yang Shoulin is." Really, all of a sudden, my field of vision is much wider, and I am really about to forget about Shoutou. What occupies my heart at this moment is Yao Jing's mysterious life experience. "You two have been walking for so long, it's time to win over." I made a face at her. "You have been in a foreign country for too long, and the foreign girl is full of energy." I counted my fingers, "We have met Yao Jing's husband, Yao Jing's sister, Yao Jing's master, who else?" "There are also Yao Jing's enemies." I clapped my hands, "Okay, who is her enemy? Elder sister, your genius is hundreds of times higher than mine, how can we forget her enemy?"