All stories begin on an airplane. I love stories that start on a plane. Sitting next to me was a very rich and graceful lady, wearing a brand-name suit and a string of pearls with a diameter of 5 cm each hanging around her neck. binaural. "It's really not easy," she said. "It's really not easy to be a human being. It's terribly hard. When you give birth to a mother, you must first check whether you have any disabilities, be healthy, and want to be beautiful. You should be smart, and you must be able to read, and more You have to know how to get along with people, and more, the most important thing is to be willing to struggle upwards, but don’t take the wrong plane, otherwise you will be fine if you come to an accident, and you have to be careful when driving. "It's not easy to really live to be forty."

I look at her. She was slightly disturbed, "I mean, it's not easy to live to be forty." She didn't know what she was trying to hide. There is no silver three hundred taels here, women are the most difficult to see through in this kind of place, who would guess that she is forty years old?Nearly fifty years old, I'm afraid. She continued, "Well, it's not easy being a woman of my generation..." us? "Look at how laissez-faire and free women of this generation are now. Ten years away, only ten years away, 'us' seems to be in shackles, don't you think?"

I don't ring. The plane is approaching Hong Kong. My heart is not happy. "But there are also advantages. 'We' are pure. Standing under the sun, I said to myself: I am a pure person. I am much happier than those who hide evil in their hearts, say one thing and do another. Our character It's superior, 'we' were born in that era, so we can't let ourselves be presumptuous." I close my eyes tiredly. "'us'--" I looked back suddenly, "Don't say 'we' anymore, ma'am, I have publicly admitted that I am twenty-six years old, and I am afraid to make you old."

She was startled, understood, and was immediately offended, shut her mouth tightly, looked out the window, and ignored me. I'm so sorry. Why not offend her fifteen hours earlier?Anyway, she's always going to be angry, so I don't have to listen to dozens of loads of nonsense. I just wanted to protect one of my vital organs—ears, but she was still offended. Whenever a man insists on his purity or frailty, any tenuous reason can be his support. Arrived.My hometown is here. I once swore not to come back, but after seven years, I still came back. The plane landed slowly, and my heart became more and more depressed and unhappy, and I almost wanted to turn around and go back to the original plane.

Barely pulling myself together, I rolled up my hand luggage and stepped out of the airport. My mother and the driver are waiting for me. We met last year, but she still looked at me carefully, with a relieved smile on her face, "Growing taller again." I can't help feeling amused.It is always said that I have grown taller, but in fact I have not grown taller since I was twelve years old. "Where's the luggage?" "Where is the luggage? There are so many, who waits patiently for luggage." I clapped my hands. The new driver is a middle-aged man, whose real age is unknown, about forty or fifty years old.

"Miss," he said, "I'm Amo." I nod to him. "How is father?" I asked. "I'm still resting at home, but I've been clamoring to go back to the company." I asked my mother, "Where's Uncle Chen? Where has he gone?" The mother said in surprise: "Uncle Chen passed away three years ago, didn't you know? We forgot to mention it to you?" I was shocked like thunder, "He was as strong as an ox, died? What's wrong?" "heart disease." Father also has heart disease.I stopped ringing. While waiting for the driver to drive over, the mother raised her head, "Hey, isn't that Mrs. Zhu?"

I also raised my head, it's true that friends never meet again, isn't this the wife sitting next to me? I quickly hid behind my mother. My mother didn't know the beginning and the end, so she pulled me out to meet the guests, "Mrs. Zhu, this is the little girl Yunna." Mrs. Zhu came up to me in all her splendor. When she saw me, her face turned blue and red. Finally, she couldn't help it. She raised her head and got into her family's glittering luxury car. Mother was puzzled, "What's going on?" I explained, "She sat next to me and kept talking, and I robbed her of it, so she was angry."

"How could you do this?" Mother was shocked, "Did you apologize to her?" "Apologize? What's the point of apologizing?" I said calmly, "A woman like her likes someone to offend her, so that she can hold her own dignity and be proud of her relatives and friends." Mother gave me a white look. Lao Mo drove the car over in slow motion. It was a Japanese RV. Another accident, "Where's our Mercedes?" I asked. "Sold." I was surprised and asked: "Are we poor? To this extent?" "This child! A twenty-six-year-old is still insane. What's the point of being heard? When did our Wang family have any money, and how did they become poor?"

I nodded, "deny, deny all, the smartest thing to do." Mother explained, "Your father and I are the only two people in total. Why do you make such a big show? Now that he is not in good health, we don't go out very often, so there is no need to pretend to be so grand." I didn't think so, "It's not fancy to drive a Mercedes, it's all over the street." "Old men and old women don't care about that," she sighed. In the car we talked about irrelevant things. "Hey, how do you drive to the suburbs?" I asked. "Because you want to come back, we moved." Mother's tone was very calm.

"What about the old house?" "sold." Don't want me to see the old house. A painstaking effort. "What is this place." "This is Sha Tin." "Sha Tin?" I yelled strangely, "Sha Tin has become like this?" "Some places still need to develop well." Mother said with a smile. The attitude of the director of the Bureau of Trade Development. I squeeze her hand tightly. "Are you used to working outside alone?" Mother asked. "It's interesting to be an apprentice, not to carry a big banner," I said.

"It's good for you to come back earlier, so you can help your father with the accounts." I laughed, "Fake accounts." "Why do you have weird thoughts in your head?" Mother felt very disturbed. To be a human being is like keeping an account. Over the years, one item of debt and income has been added. It is not easy to balance, and there are many nameless and swollen bad debts. I don’t know when I owe them or not. They were all moldy, and the person concerned didn't want to turn them over. There are also some kind-hearted people who like to settle old accounts for others. For some reason, they always hope to know the gains and losses of the other party since they started their business... Mother held my hand, "Are you still planning to go back?" "Of course," I said, "I'll go back when Daddy feels better." "Did you quit your job?" "It's irrelevant. With my low requirements, I can find any job." "Where was the football player you saw us last time?" my mother asked. "Who?" "That boy named Jiang." "Oh, that." "What's up with him?" "I have no idea." "Are you leaving without him now?" Mother asked nervously. "Mom, you're so nagging, you're completely like an old man. Xia Meng is about the same age as you. Look at how beautiful and fashionable she is. Hey, I'm home. I said." I opened the car door first and jumped out. I inadvertently raised my head and asked Lao Mo: "Which floor is it?" "The twelfth floor." "How big is the place?" Old Mo said with a smile: "Miss will know when you go up." Mom caught up, "Wait, wait." I took her upstairs together. My father was waiting for me at the gate in his tracksuit. I hug him.He looked fine, and his illness was like a cloud, but it was just an excuse to threaten me to go home. I said to my mother: "Be careful, you see that Daddy is still so majestic." The mother said helplessly: "This child is a little crazy, and the whole person has changed." Dad stared at me and asked, "Are you a little nervous?" "I thought you were a patient, so I was very nervous, but it seemed that nothing happened." I'm walking around, and the new apartment is not small, so it's not the same as the previous house. I have always been afraid of going back to the old mansion, but now that I know that I don't have this fear, I feel rather disappointed. I stood on the terrace for a long time, and my parents didn't come to call me. Their over-consideration is embarrassing. I looked at the only barren field in the distance at the foot of the house, stared for a long time, and finally turned around, a young Filipino maid handed me a cup of tea. I couldn't help asking again: "Where is the first sister?" My mother said: "I will tell my old man to go back to my hometown, so I won't do it." It's not as simple as that. I deliberately turned away all the people around me, making me a person without memories. "Why use a Filipino maid?" I glanced at the woman, "It's meaty." "Stop criticizing a few words, sit down, and talk to your mother." "Do we have to eat her cooking?" I asked. "Mom cooks for you, okay?" "Mom cooks? Dad, our family is really poor? Why is it that mom wants to go into the kitchen?" "Don't be so hippie, okay?" Mom complained. "Let her go." Father looked at her. This flickering, could it be that they are afraid of touching my sore spots. I opened the door and walked into the room they prepared for me. Poor parents in the world.Decorate the room like a little girl's bedroom. I opened the window and the view was wonderful. Got home. Come home. "Are you okay?" Mom asked from behind. "It's beautiful," I said. "My apartment in New York..." Mom said: "It's not easy to live in that place. It's cold in winter and warm in summer. It's not allowed to send you money." "I'm quite happy," I said. "Yun'er, are you really happy?" Mom leaned close to her face, trembling, and said with tears in her eyes. I am most afraid of this move. All moms love this trick. I don't care about other loving mothers. My Lingtang was still a top student at Lingnan University, so I can't bear it. "I'm very happy," I said without sincerity. "Yun'er, you have to tell the truth." "Mom, to be honest, how can you be happy when you are a human being? As the old lady Zhu said, you are smart, healthy, beautiful, and self-motivated. One mistake can be fatal. Don't bother with such a complicated matter. Come on, wouldn’t it be good to let me know my own suffering and happiness?” I begged bitterly, “Let unhappiness continue to corrupt my short life.” My mother laughed instead, "What are you doing? Reciting new poems?" I laughed with her. The father was worried, pushed the door open and came in, winking at the mother, "Don't talk to my daughter too much, let her rest." "If I talk to you for three more words, I won't be serious." My mother complained. "It's such a funny world, mother, I can't be a straight-faced person, surrounded by cartoon characters, just think, so many people openly advertise that he is pure, can I not laugh?" But I do get a little hysterical. Dad was right, I was nervous, I covered my face with my hands. "You're tired," said the mother, standing up. "Sleep for a while." I nod. She left me alone in the room, and I looked at the ceiling for a while and fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw a girl sitting at my small desk reading a magazine, with long hair and shawls.I gently called her, "Gina." She turned her head, "Are you awake?" I sat up on my back, threw my head, and asked with a smile, "How are you?" "My aunt called me and said you're here." She looks pretty with a bare neck and a pretty face. The makeup on her face is red and white, and her hair makes her eyes brighter and her outline is exquisite. "It looks good." I said softly. "What about you? Okay?" "It's passable." "Aunt said you were nervous." "They were nervous first, and emotions affected me." "It's time for you to come back too. I have been exiled for seven years, and my uncle is not in good health." "It's not that serious," I said. "They just want me back." "It's good for you to use this to come back." Gina said. Under the light of a small crystal desk lamp, I sat on the bed with my knees hugged. Gina turned the chair around and sat towards me, with her chin resting on the back of the chair. Everything is the same as it was ten years ago, nothing has changed, and the intervening ten years have not passed, we are still little girls, talking about things in a small room. I sigh. "You're still the same." Gina said, "It's best to forget about the past and start from scratch." "Where did you learn the cliché?" I chuckled. "I advise you not to force yourself to smile nervously. Your parents don't understand anything." I am silent. "It's just as natural as it is now. If you have something to say, don't say it. Don't force it." I said, "If I don't cheer myself up on purpose, if I'm so depressed, they'll worry about me, and I'm in a hard place." "I'll introduce you to some new friends," Gina said. I smiled wryly, "I have a lot of new friends." "Not your kind, but the kind you can really talk to." "What are you talking about? My past? Hope they understand?" "Don't be so pessimistic." "I don't want others to forgive me," I said, "I have to bear all my mistakes, so I have nothing to worry about." "Too extreme." Gina said softly. "You are me, what would you do? If things don't happen to you, you will never understand." "I understand, come out with me for a walk, I have a show every weekend, it's good for you to relax." I asked, "My mother entrusted you?" "Half and half," she tilted her head, "but we're good friends, remember?" I hug her. "First step, we're going out to buy clothes for you." I laughed, "This is the first interest in your life." She laughed too. I was much better off when Gina was gone. The side dishes cooked by Filipino maids are not too terrible. How could it be more terrifying than my gesture?Eating home-cooked food for seven years was miserable. My mother asked me anxiously: "Yun'er, what are you thinking?" Am I right?I kept talking, and they suspected that I was nervous and silent, and they were afraid that something was wrong with me. I stretched my waist to ridicule. Later, I heard my father scolding my mother softly, "Why do you keep staring at her? Relax, or she won't be able to take it anymore, and she will run away for another seven years. When you come back, your bones and mine will be pounding." Mother didn't say anything. I close the door gently. If, if I feel too much pressure, I have to save myself and leave this house immediately, so my father is right. Gina genuinely cared about me and started taking me out the next day. For her, I don't need to act, my spirit is completely relaxed, I just stretch my face and let her do the work. I haven't been back for a long time, everything in this city has changed, it has become more lively and prosperous, even the rustic atmosphere of the outbreak before has disappeared, and the faces of the beautiful people are slightly bored with pleasure. I appreciate this bit of progress. No matter where I am, I always follow behind Gina, quietly, just hanging on to eat. The emptiness in my stomach seemed greater than the needs of my heart, and I wanted to drown my worries with food. Gina's friends are of the same kind as herself, they are all beautiful, their families are well-to-do, and they earn a monthly salary for dressing up, eating and drinking. Men go to worship those who surpass them. Why not, they have their world. Gina sighed and said: "I really think they are superficial and don't have outstanding talents, but I don't want to go with them, and I don't know who to associate with." I said, "Men in their twenties... Men don't perform well until they are forty. They have to have a career." "Forty years old? I'm afraid my daughter is about the same age as you and me." She was depressed. "Girl Gina's troubles?" I teased her. "Huh." She laughed. Eating vegetables and dancing like this will not work for a lifetime, and no one will marry anyone. "What do you think of them?" "No future," I shook my head, "this group of people is too mean and incompetent. No one is qualified to start a family, unless you are willing to sit in an office building and work to support the family for the rest of your life. This group of people is quite restless and loves to show off , not talking about reality. It’s okay to talk and laugh together to relieve boredom, and no one will go further to express anything.” "It's not so sad, is it?" "Unless the elderly drive back to Yaochi to give them a lottery. Otherwise, where else can they find money to buy a home?" "Old people? Some parents are more energetic than us, and dress more fashionable than us." I laughed out loud. "You don't seem worried." Gina pushed me. "You know me, I'm determined to be celibate." "No need," she said, "it depends on how fate arranges it." "This place is really old, let's talk about fate at a young age." I smiled. But Gina still went out to have sex with these people every day. I am looking for a job. The salary was low, and I came back at an untimely time. Many people cut their expenses and went for months without results. My mother kept saying to me: "If you feel bored, go to your father's place to play." I'm a licensed accountant and she joked with me like this. And my father, who is said to be overwhelmed by the heart, saw me back, calm and peaceful, and had already returned to the company to work irregularly. My mother didn't realize that my heart was old, and she kept encouraging me to go out to play, and I was also happy to go out. Cheerful Gina gave me a lot of sunshine, like: "You must come out today." "What good is it?" I asked with a smile. "A friend of a friend of a friend opens a store and holds a reception. You must come." I can't help but laugh, beautiful girls are popular everywhere, and people will let her in if she has any posts, so they made things worse and brought me there. I said: "So vines lead to melons, and melons to vines, a hundred posts will bring a thousand people." "What's the matter? Have a drink and see the demeanor of everyone in the city. It's a real pleasure." "When?" I asked. "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon. I'll pick you up. Dress nicely." I teased her, "White samurai don't show up in that kind of place, come and go, it's just a few social beetles." "You are the most disappointing person." She dropped the phone. But here comes Saturday, and I'm still picking out clothes in my closet with gusto. I was wearing underwear, counting one by one, the Filipino maid came in without knocking on the door, I turned my head slightly annoyed, she didn't apologize, let alone noticed that my complexion had changed, but her eyes fell on my raised left hand, and she whispered in surprise With a sound, the clothes in his hand fell to the ground. Mother had just arrived at this time, seeing this embarrassing situation, she quickly dismissed her. "Yun'er—" She came forward to comfort me in a panic. I quickly said: "Mom, please go out for a while. I want to change clothes." Mother had to quit. I quickly found a tennis wristband and put it on. But I no longer have the mind to choose clothes. I casually put on a thin coat and coarse trousers, tied my hair into a ponytail and went out. Mother caught up, "Yun'er..." I forced a smile on my face, "I've made an appointment with Gina, we'll talk about it when we have something to say. Also, don't blame the servant." When she arrived at her destination, Gina was very dissatisfied. For the next ten minutes, he kept complaining about my slovenliness. I couldn't bear it anymore, and wept and said: "If you criticize me again, I will go back to New York." When she heard the word New York, she was frightened and immediately fell silent. Probably because she felt that her kindness was not rewarded, she got angry and stretched her face. A beautiful face is still a beautiful face when she is angry. When I see her angry, I restrain myself. When we arrived at the door of the store, everyone was silent and looked strange. It was a fashion store. I didn't want to linger, but I was attracted at first glance. The reason is that the decoration is really exquisite. The store is divided into black and white, and it was designed by ARTDECO in the 1920s. There are tables and chairs, and everyone thinks about it. There are colorful flower baskets lined up at the entrance of the store, which are reflected in the crystal glass mirror inside, which is unreal. The basement is marble with large black and white lattice, simple and luxurious. The furnishings were so beautiful that Gina and I forgot to be angry and exclaimed "ah" at the same time. The wreath hanging from the classical crystal chandelier on the large flower plate illuminates the guests present like the heroes and heroines in a romantic movie, setting off their beautiful clothes and temples. We looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that the wool came from the sheep, and the T-shirts here might cost 3,000 yuan a piece. Gina pushed open the glass door and walked in. The waiter in white and black trousers brought us drinks, and we didn't know who was the owner. Gina met her acquaintance and left me to socialize, and I sat alone on a seat in a row of black leather sofas. This place is so beautiful, all fashion stores should be so beautifully dressed, in line with the purpose of Yun Xiang's clothes and flowers. Beautiful, so beautiful that when a woman sees her soul flying up to the Tushita Palace, she is so beautiful that she is out of touch with reality, as if she is in an illusion. why not?Today's women suffer so much. I let out a deep breath, Gina took me to so many places, only this time I am really grateful to her. Just as I was in a trance, someone beside me said, "OK?" I turn my head away. If it was a well-dressed man, I would not be so happy. What I saw was a fellow. This person is wearing a white cotton T-shirt, decolorized denim pants, and sneakers.A very delicate and beautiful face, especially a mouth with distinct water chestnut angles, as if borrowed from the face of a beautiful woman on a moon card. "Okay." I replied. He looked around and saw no one nearby and said, "Only you and I are wearing coarse clothes." I nodded and smiled. "My trousers are older than yours," he said comically. I refused, "Mine has seven years." "Hey, my eleven years." "Damn it, you were only nine years old eleven years ago, and you grew so tall." I laughed. "What!" His neck was flushed, "You guess I'm only twenty years old? Unlucky." I laughed again. He is a lively and lovely boy. Improved army uniforms are popular now, and tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses are popular. He does the same thing, but he is not vulgar at all, and that is the advantage of being beautiful. He said, "My name is Zuo Wensi, how about you?" He stretched out his hand. I shook hands with him, "Wang Yunna." "Nice to meet you, who are you with?" He was curious. "Gina." I pointed to the back of the flying figure. "Ah, beautiful Gina." Zuo Wensi nodded. "She's my cousin," I said, "and she took me to play, and I don't believe she even knows the owner—what's the name of this shop?" "'Ella Fashion'" "Really?" I was surprised, "The name is like the clothing store visited by the novelist Jasper in the 1950s." he smiles. I was a little embarrassed, so I quickly kept my voice shut. If the owner of the store was nearby, I would be embarrassed. "The decoration is passable." Zuo Wensi said. "Well, top-notch, the 'Bibba' in London used to have this taste, but here it is more detailed." When he became interested, he crossed his legs, changed his posture, and asked, "Are you doing the design?" "No, I'm an accountant," I said. "Oh?" Zuo Wensi was surprised. "What about you?" I asked, "You design?" "you could put it that way." I looked around, "Why don't they have clothes hanging out? What clothes are they selling here?" "Only black and white clothes are sold here," Zuo Wensi said. "Really?" I was convinced, "Is it really only black and white?" "Yes, there are no other colors." I couldn't believe it, "There are so many colors in the world, how can a store only sell black and white clothes? Will anyone patronize?" "There must be." He smiled. "How do you know?" I was unconvinced. "How many colors do you usually wear?" He asked suddenly. "Light blue and white." "Isn't it? You can buy white clothes here, and then go elsewhere to buy light blue." He lifted the glasses rack. I had no choice but to shake my head, "I won't go to two stores." "You're so special." He said, "An average woman has at least ten or eight fashion shops that she knows well." I shrugged. At this moment, Gina came over, and she said in amazement: "Zuo Wensi, you already know Yun Na?" Zuo Wensi stood up, "I just introduced myself." Gina smiled, "You didn't even invite me, I came to the door and brought her with me." "I'm inviting colleagues and journalists today, and friends next week." Startled, I raised my head. Zuo Wensi winked at me. Gina turned her anger into a smile, "Then I'll come back next week." "Definitely." Zuo Wensi said politely. Gina went to socialize elsewhere again. I was surprised and asked: "Are you the owner?" I was too abrupt. "yes." "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked. "You didn't ask, I thought you knew, but I didn't expect that I'm not as famous as COSCO as I imagined." He laughed. I asked, "Why are you wearing denim trousers? It's your big day." "My two managers are greeting guests in full suits. I would rather be a behind-the-scenes staff, focusing on design and production." He's very humble, has an artist's sensitivity, and is clearly a work oriented guy. I said, "Nice to meet you." I stood up. "Why, are you leaving?" He was rather disappointed. I turned my head, unable to think of what to say. "Did I embarrass you?" He asked cautiously. "No." I said, "I'll see your clothes another day." I took two steps back, and squeezed into the crowd. I found Gina and begged her, "Let's go." She was talking happily, and when she saw me urging her to leave, she was very reluctant, but finally said: "How accommodating you, I'm afraid you will go back to New York." I'm a little ashamed. She took my arm, "Come on, let's go." On the way home, she asked, "You took the initiative to talk to Zuo Wensi?" "I didn't know he was the owner." "He's famous locally, but he's not the type to be famous." I smile. "Why are you leaving all of a sudden? Is he reacting too quickly?" "Quick? No, we just exchanged names." Gina nodded, "I also don't think you should be shy. I heard that your life in New York has been at an unbelievably fast pace over the past few years." I looked out the car window without making a sound. "Did I say something wrong?" Gina asked. "No, no, nothing wrong." I suddenly felt very tired. Gina said: "It's here, I won't send you up." "You're welcome," I said. "Yun, you must forget the past," she said. I asked: "How can I forget? You keep reminding me one after another, how can I forget?" I was angry again. Gina stared at me for a while, then drove away without saying a word.