Chapter 794: Sales Pitch (19)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（19）

I know some people like to watch the shrews scolding the street when my husband and I fight. I've found that people are really articulate when they're angry.

I re-edited the previous chapters, and my husband said: Hurry up and write it, it's vulgar enough, and it's still hard to think about if it's messy. If it's straightened out, it's even more vulgar and unbearable, and I can't look at it.

That's right. Don't look at the science students themselves who don't write, the comments are quite good. I remember when I first entered the industry, the popular was the stream of consciousness, a large piece of text without punctuation, unrelated to the kind of pile, no matter how the reader breaks the sentence, there is always a master to see the profound connotation.

I emphasized the image of a 40-year-old soul entering a 23-year-old **, and I hope that those who enter from the latest update on the original homepage will not take it out of context to show love to me. In fact, it's not called showing love, it's saying that if I want to ** make my husband laugh off his big teeth, this kind of is almost like an insult, and it is far from the love I expected.

The generation gap between my soul and ** started from childhood. When she left her mother-in-law at the age of five, she told me: If you like someone, you can't be with anyone, because the person you like will kill you. She said that you have to be in your second natal year, which is 24 years old, before you can see who won't kill you.

In the third year of junior high school, a girl named Gao Dingqun was transferred to the class, saying that she was transferred from the city key to repeat her studies, and she was already 16 years old. Just during the midterm exams of that semester, a girl was born in the toilet.

Therefore, I define the age of a generation not as the usual 20 years of "another good man", but the age at which a few months of classmates can give birth to children.

At that time, I knew that what my mother-in-law said was true. Gao told me that a teacher was very kind to her and took her to Qionghai to play, and they stayed by Qionghai for one night.

Obviously, girls like male teachers very much. To give birth in the toilet is to die, and it is the baby who dies.

My mother's curiosity was so high that she forced me to accompany her to the toilet to check. The toilet had been flushed, and there was a long stick on the edge of the pit, and my mother said that someone must have fished it out, and she went to see it, and asked me to see who the child looked like. She was a white, chubby girl, bigger than any baby I've ever seen, with long black hair.

Mom said: It's a pity, it seems true that they all say that illegitimate children are good-looking.

Gao was confined at her future sister-in-law's house, forgetting that her brother Teacher Gao and the local girl did not succeed in the end.

It was spring, and after summer and autumn, I went to Chengdu to study. When I left, I thought I liked Mr. Du, that is, Brother Gang, so I haven't seen him until now, he is still twenty years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and no one is more handsome than him. No one knows that I like him, except for Lao Liang, Lao Liang doesn't know him, and I still don't have a photo, so Bing Qingyujie and they all say that I belong to blind worship and has nothing to do with love.

Aunt Lu said: You were 24 years old when you went to Chongqing to receive the award, why didn't you get along with the boy who kissed you?

That person hasn't reappeared, probably because he's afraid I'll kill him, right?