Chapter 827: Pitching (52)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（52）

Of course, if someone takes me by the hand and walks with me, I don't care about anyone else. Women's management skills are really poor, perhaps it should be said that the rights are too limited.

If this person does not leave on his own initiative, I will never leave him to find someone else to have fun. This is what I call the difference between humans and animals, in other words, it is animals and not people who cheat.

That's why my friend asked me to accompany her friend and said, "Her husband is not human."

In fact, the process of a man's evolution from an animal to a human is not long, ten days and a half months or three and a half years or three and five years, as long as he gets sick once. Those are still some of the better men, like my husband died the moment he cheated.

I'm not like the Chilean poet Mistral who glorified the man who left (killed himself with a gun) and sang the praises of it all his life. I've always said that I'm dead, and now I'm with a ghost, who is a cow and a horse to repay the promise of "loving you for 10,000 years". (I'm really not a good woman, I speak viciously, and I don't have a good heart.) ）

Being a cow and a horse of course includes helping to write love letters. If he's lucky enough to have a chance to save my life, he might be able to break the spell and be reincarnated as a human being. So he first encouraged me to get married online, hoping that I would be deceived and grief-stricken, and he would have a chance to survive.

Unexpectedly, they found that it was no longer the era when they had the identity to access the Internet, but the rivers were dying and the fish and shrimp were dying, and they could fall into a place of no return. So I made a big deal and selected more than N people with real names and surnames...... As long as I derailed mentally, I can't treat him as a dead man anymore.

Now he is very proud every day, and he feels that the big red marriage certificate is becoming more and more valuable.

The girlfriends said: Women are forced to cheat by men, so let's cuckold him. Even Jie'er's mother said that she wanted to see a genie combining poetry and music.

I had to confess: there is no lover. I haven't received a real love letter, so it's so convenient to cheat.

Someone said it would be written another day. I'm afraid it's not that one day I have time to write or send a copy of what I wrote to someone else, but I will have to wait until the world changes.

Like an octopus with teeth and claws, I bubbled to the surface of the water and continued to dive into the darkness.

At the bottom of the night, surrounded by music, I happily fell into the love of a solo dance, and the verses flowed like tears......

In the diary, I sometimes look at the shadow of self-pity and sometimes be full of ambition, which seems to be related to the waxing and waning of the moon, showing a distinct menstrual cycle. I'm afraid that someone will see what the clues are, and in the moment of weakness that I have neglected, I will use music and stories to urge me to grow old.

I told myself that although my world was now cloudy and foggy, and I could hardly breathe, as long as the sun came, the clouds and mist would have no place to stand. I firmly believe that the sun will always rise.

I tell myself not to worry about the boundless darkness and to be distressed that there is no end, because there is no end, that the goal is more tempting.

People can't understand my word forging, they're just quoting it out of context. However, real gold is not taken by hand, it must be collected by the heart.

Since the Spring Festival, the eldest brother and sister-in-law have been working in Yijin Horo for a quarter, and they have no intention of stopping. The eldest brother increased his meal allowance by 100 yuan per day, and the sister-in-law's salary increased by 300 yuan, so that the eldest brother was 6,000 yuan per month and the sister-in-law was 1,800 yuan.

I hope those people are really mining and not robbing graves. I hope they weren't guided by my poetry.