Chapter 804: Pitch (29)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

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There are always people who first reprint blogs to prove to me that netizens must go to bed when they meet, which shows that my husband is **naked cheating every time he sees netizens. Later, I asked to meet again, but I really don't know if it's because of my poor memory or because of my moral character.

However, I don't think that meeting netizens is just for cheating, because many people on the Internet actually have a hard time distinguishing gender, and I think there should be more curiosity. Even if you do talk about feelings, it's something that will happen only after both parties are satisfied with the photo and video image, right?

My husband said that the people who asked me to meet must be men, but some people do keep saying that they are women, and the gender cannot be seen in the blog content, and the photo album cannot see who is my photo. Therefore, the Internet is an unequal world, and people who are too curious will always suffer.

I'm definitely not interested in seeing people with ugly photos, and if the photos are ugly, I'll be so disgusted that I want to vomit. Because a photo will show a person's soul. I've been judging people by their looks since I was a kid.

To be honest, if I didn't have a pair of evil eyes in the house of the person who left me in foster care when I was a child, I would have spoken up and stayed. Because I know that my mother-in-law is too busy to take care of herself, and if the chickens and geese don't lay eggs, I will starve to death.

But unfortunately, there are always one or two wolf-hearted people in the family, so I have to continue to pretend to be dumb and continue to walk, and now I feel so tired when I think about it. On a dark rainy night, on a shiny asphalt road, the third aunt couldn't walk anymore and shouted to rest in the back. The raincoat on my body was as long as the instep, and the sleeves were long and I was grabbed by the third uncle, like leading a puppy running desperately......

Now when I see that kind of wolf eye in my life, I comfort myself and say: people should not be disfigured. But when I was a child, I would never dare to stay in the range of vision of that wolf's eye.

Therefore, I understand very well why Zhenzhen has never returned to her adoptive parents' house once after leaving home as an adult. Those who are truly born and nurtured do not need any special reward, as long as you have a good life and live a happy life, it is the best reward for them. And those who keep asking you to answer with money and financial reports, what kind of heart you started to settle down, and what you did later, that is also God knows, earth knows, you and I can imagine.

The reason why I wrote it so vaguely and haphazardly was just for the sake of taking care of my face, for fear that if I said too much at once, some of the people who sat in the seat would be so angry that they would vomit blood and die.

Now I understand why Robert Kiyosaki waited until after his father died to publish the "Poor Dad, Rich Dad" book, because people are old, their psychological capacity is worse than that of children, and children still have hope of growing up, and they have no possibility of changing.

My family had become accustomed to my narrative, and this time my tone was quite gentle, not as glaring as the black and white newspapers and magazines, and I could choose not to go online and ignore them.

I still choose to remain silent, go to bed after doing my own thing, and never waste my tongue saying more words, not because I am afraid that I will lose too many words, but to avoid consuming fluid and energy. Everyone knows that dogs that don't bark bite people the hardest, and so do people who are silent, but don't blame me for not prompting.