Chapter 489: Sharp Eyes

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- The person you're waiting for is not me, we haven't met, really.

More than one person has been so self-inflicted. I like to leave messages everywhere with the screen name Belle Pearl, not everywhere.

I didn't actually wait for anyone. I remember everything very clearly, in more detail than in my diary, and whenever someone tried to make up a story to test me, I pretended to be realistic, telling me how it was recorded in my diary. In fact, I don't have so much time to write a diary, I am busy interviewing news figures, eating conference meals, and staying up all night in love, and I forget to sleep and eat to make reading notes for all the Nobel Prize winners in literature. Thoughts, thoughts, words, and writings are real memories that emerge when your fingers tap on the keyboard. It's just that when there is a unit in the open, it is inconvenient to tell the truth.

Even my mother would say that I was no different from other people when I went crazy, except for lying on the ground and talking to animals, and staring into other people's eyes to see their dreams and future.

I said that virgins and non-virgins are as obvious as green apples and red apples, that is, virgins can look at me, and non-virgins dare not let me see the truth, and their eyes are erratic.

The mother said that it is a fool to stare at others, and girls should know how to be shy, and smile with low eyebrows and teeth. But I never write about someone who doesn't dare to look at me, even if he has amazing achievements, which is why my interviews are almost all women.

On that occasion, I returned to work three months later, and a teacher wrote me a letter in the first month, saying that at the meeting, he found out who I was very compatible with, and he helped me understand that this person was the training object of the unit, and he would soon be appointed as a deputy director, and he could have a relationship...... The next month, I wrote another letter saying that I made a mistake, this person has a partner in his hometown, and he is getting a divorce, and if it is because of you, it is best to stop the precipice.

Actually, I don't even know who the teacher is talking about, but I guess I looked at the person across the table beyond the limit of others' patience.

So far, I haven't found a single person who can force me to look away in the first place.

It's especially ridiculous on the Internet, the old man calls me Auntie, while the little boy calls me Bei Bei or Zhu Zhu. Some netizens left their mobile phone numbers, but I was not in the mood to contact them. The fear of middle age stimulated me so deeply, and I hurriedly buried the memories of my youth, hoping to live the rest of my life in a down-to-earth manner.

I read a lot of books on how to manage the second half of my life, and I came to a conclusion: I should summarize my wisdom and immediately start to improve my life, change my original thinking and behavior patterns, and thus change my career.

I suddenly remembered that someone said in a Yahoo email with a mobile phone number: When you meet me, your life will change forever. I have to go back and find it, if a year later, that number still exists, why don't you hear how it will change?