Chapter 820: Sales Pitch (45)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（45）

So, I adjusted my desire to regain my freedom to 60 years old, according to my father, 60 years of age in my family has just entered middle age, compared to my life goal of 120 years old, 60 years of freedom! It's still full of anticipation when I think about it.

Recently, someone said that it felt like I was fine, and I replied that it was "delusion".

I think, to say yes, but it's just because I finally failed to get out of the wall and kept the so-called chastity, so that men think that a wife like me who is good looking but obedient is the ideal object in their minds, right?

There's no way I'm going to twist my personality to treat someone badly, let alone my husband and kids. I just want my own peace of mind to be relaxed, and as for what others do to me, it's his own business. I think everyone has their own way of being happy, others can't understand and don't need to understand, I just need to respect other people's choices, and it doesn't matter if others don't respect my choices, I just treat the insults as the wind blows, and when the torture is the rain.

Embarrassingly, Aunt Lu actually wanted to drive me back, and I said that it would be fine even if I walked back in the rain, not to mention that the summer rain would stop in a hurry. She waited with me again for the rain to stop.

The beautician took us to the yoga studio, which was a pastime for those who were waiting without an appointment, and because it was free, no one was practicing seriously.

The yoga instructor asked us to stand on one leg to judge how difficult the demonstration would be.

I said, "Prepare a book for me first, it's boring to stand like this."

After I had stood for a quarter of an hour, a beautiful woman came to me and asked me how long I could stand. I said: Stand up to the time when you want to be convenient, not necessarily, I haven't remembered the time.

When I was a child, I used to stand up and talk in order to prevent my mind from running too fast and couldn't speak, and when I grew up, I also wrote this way in order to write a press release in a hurry, so as to avoid writing too long in detail.

Sitting still, you can only write "novels" in a rambling manner. Actually, I'm not sure what kind of style it is, so whenever someone says something about signing a contract, I refuse. There are also people who say that they signed the electronic version and the traditional Chinese version, and now I don't want to read the text of the contract anymore.

It's not that I'm really afraid that someone will get into trouble when I sit in the right seat, mainly because when my husband was dating someone online a few years ago, he regarded himself as an editor. He and I have been colleagues in the publishing house for a few months, and some of his former colleagues and roommates are still booksellers, so he can talk to the head and deceive those literature lovers.

Unlike some editors nowadays, they don't know anything except sending the text of the contract, which makes people doubt their true identity.

I think that what book a person encounters should be fate, not that the more you print, the greater the impact, nor the more clicks you have, the more popular it becomes. I think my books should be read by the blessed, understood by the talented, and recognized by the virtuous.

Only those who have both ability and political integrity and are blessed will use it. And this person will not appear after I die, because I am not such an unblessed person.