Chapter 134: Special Mission (11)

(11) Her husband is not human

I am most afraid of receiving text messages like this:

Ah Lan, my friend XX is going to Beijing recently, please have time to spend more time with her, her husband is not a person.

Then, I'm going to go to ** and meet this woman who has a husband who is not human. I never ask them why they're not human, and I don't want to know what their husbands really are. Just accompany them to visit the Forbidden City, the Great Hall of the People, the Military Museum, and the History Museum. Because I don't have to spend money on tickets and I retire at home, they don't feel guilty about delaying other people's time, and they can go as long as they want. You can also walk directly to my house and sit down.

As soon as they arrived at my house, they started to work, and they all had good food, so I concluded that the husband of a good wife is the most likely to cheat!

They all think that my Mr. Bei is a rare virtuous man, and he can tolerate such a lazy wife as me.

Mr. Pei was most afraid of receiving text messages from my classmates, especially male classmates, because my memory before July 1, 1990 was blank, and every contact from my former classmates asked me to revisit my previous diaries and articles, which Mr. Pei was very annoyed by, although he did everything to my previous diaries, basically torn them in half, and later mixed some of the half-copies into old books and scrap newspapers and sold a lot. But because of his behavior, I always misunderstood, and the male classmates I contacted were all secretly in love with me.

It wasn't until Lao Fu came and sued me that they thought my boyfriend from college was West China Medical University. I asked Lao Fu, is it similar to my Mr. Bei? Lao Fu said, Mr. Bei is good-looking, you have to pay attention to it, don't blame us for not reminding you in the future!

In the half diary that Boy Pei helped me pick up from the scrap that his father had him sell, I found that there was a shorthand symbol with only three strokes in the middle of the text like a prose poem, which translated as "forensic yellow".

I think this may be my college boyfriend that Lao Fu said.

Like Mr. Pei, a science student who only likes to read Mu Zimei, he doesn't know what the charm of the words left by love is, just like he sold the computer of more than a dozen manuscripts I printed, and the diary of my first love, which may be the real first love, is also completely destroyed.

He saw that there was a picture on my dear Feng's blog with the accompanying text: A good book is like a good lover, you don't say a word, she already understands it completely.

He just said, I don't think this man is bad, doesn't he say that he hates less when he uses books? He means that women hate less when they use them!

Therefore, I think that those who play with words, whether they are on the list of writers' wealth or those who are quietly cultivating, should not take themselves too seriously! You are nobly admonishing young people -- when books are used, they should hate less and read hard. What he read out was that women hated less when they were used, and they had fun with women!