Chapter 805: Pitch (30)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（30）

You have no idea how you grew old, but every word you utter is a step towards the grave.

Because there is a certain number of things that a person should say in his life, and you will have to die after saying that.

Therefore, leaving some virtue is not for others, but for yourself. Those who live a long life don't talk much, and they don't talk much from childhood to death, because they don't talk much, so they have weight.

I often can't tell what has been written and what has been said, so I'm better off saying less. I didn't even bother to shout "eat" when the food was put on the table, I ate first and then continued to do things. People don't only have ears, but also eyes and noses, don't they? Whoever is hungry can eat the first dish on the table, and there is no need to be formal. The happiest thing is that the last one was eaten up, which gave me a sense of honor as a chef.

This may be a great rebellion in the eyes of elders or believers, right?

It seems that during the Spring Festival, every household has to fill a table, first worship the Bodhisattva gods and then invite the ancestors, but it is said that this kind of sacrifice is a man's business, and women can't do it. My husband doesn't do these things, atheists live very casually, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

In the last year or two, especially after Valentine's Day last year, my husband seems to be very afraid of the fulfillment of my curse, and he has to prove his innocence every day.

After that day, four or five unidentified people with the nickname Gao Se Gao disappeared. One of them was impersonated by Bing'er. Bing'er also wrote a few heartfelt blogs in the tone of my pen, which looked like they were written by an intern who had a crush on me when I was an editor at a publishing house. If it weren't for me revealing that my husband was angry and started beating people, I'm afraid Bing'er would have carried out the affair to the end.

She imagined that I would go to an appointment sometime, and she pretended to pass by by to see how I looked good. She didn't expect that I would take my husband to meet netizens together, thinking that the last time I would ask their four single girlfriends to accompany her.

There is one who can play the piano and sing, and none of the four of them have succeeded in adding friends. Therefore, the most curious Jie'er came to my house to listen to the music of that space, it is indeed very similar to the real guitar playing and singing on the spot, it is singing Xu Wei's song, but the tone is more agitated and shocking, there are many obvious differences, in comparison, I feel that the production zuò is more beautiful but less charming.

The man never came to my space, and occasionally messaged me and would change it if I went to listen to it. If I were single, that Valentine's Day would not be a goodbye but an official meeting, I guess.

I said I wouldn't love anymore when I said goodbye, but I was depressed all spring.

There's also a particularly ridiculous one who will chat with other people with nicknames called Belice or Ah Lan, and then copy the chat history and send it to my mailbox, asking which one is my own trumpet, in fact, I didn't have a trumpet at that time.

I'm not very good at reading chat logs, for example, there is a total "golden bowl compensates me", I only think it's a neurosis, and I never care. Jerry said it was "stay with me tonight", which means "talk to me tonight".

Why? Can you invade someone's night by stealing a nickname?

Jie'er said: Maybe it's the Q sign that Yahoo can sing?