Entertainment: Spoiling My Wife, Zi Feng Boyfriend Identity Revealed At The Start

Chapter 70

Two nights ago, I had a long-lost gathering with friends for dinner.

I found that after not seeing it for a while, my whole person became out of place.

How to put it, I just found that everyone is not in a circle anymore.

My circle is almost gone, except for codewords, there are no other entertainment activities every day.

And they talk about work, girls, marriage, houses and children.

Yes, everyone has known each other for eleven years in a blink of an eye.

The fifteen and sixteen-year-old boys now have families and businesses, marrying wives and having children.

I am the only one who is still living a life of numbness.

Watching them talk about a monthly salary of 3,000, talk about a thirty-year mortgage, talk about making complaints to the other half.

I suddenly felt a kind of fear.

My future…is it the same?

I took 3,000 yuan a month, married a wife I might not like, had a child, and then carried a heavy mortgage to live in this small city for the rest of my life.

This may be the life of most people.

At the end, I sighed again: “Ordinary is blessing.”

Does this really feel ordinary is a blessing? Or is it because of resignation?

I flipped through QQ and the phone book of my mobile phone, only to find that my classmates and friends in elementary school and junior high school had long lost contact. The only friends I have left are these few people.

And now. . . We are also drifting away.

At the age of sixty, we said that we would find a nursing home to continue bragging and bullshit, but now it seems to be just an unattainable dream.

When I got home, my parents in their 50s are still going out to work on night shifts tonight.

Sitting alone in front of the computer in the bedroom, he came across a piece of “Half Life” by Ashin. Somehow, the text on the computer suddenly became blurred.

Quiet late at night, leaning on a chair and lighting a cigarette, my thoughts went back more than 20 years ago for some reason.

That was the beginning of the twenty-seven years of failure in my memory.

Later, my mother and my grandmother said it more than once, and it was only five minutes away that the people of the whole country would celebrate my birthday together.

Yes, I was only five minutes away from New Year’s Day.

It was 11:55 pm on December 31, 1992, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

According to my grandmother and my mother, because my mother was too painful, I was given a birth control injection, and I fell to the ground five minutes earlier.

But I don’t have the slightest impression (laughs).

The earliest thing in my memory is about four years old.

At that time, the kindergarten had a program, and our class was going to perform a little yellow duck dance, and the teacher asked the whole class to wear yellow clothes that day.

I do not have.

Because there is no money.

I used to wear old clothes that the two cousins ​​above couldn’t wear.

That was the first time I went shopping for clothes.I don’t know how much money, anyway, summer, a thin layer.

On the day of the performance, looking at the gorgeous new clothes of the classmates, I didn’t feel anything. After all, I was only four years old and didn’t know what a comparison is (laughs).

At that time, I didn’t think there was anything wrong at home.

At that time, our family lived in a marshalling station, which was a row of two-story buildings. Each household had one room without a hall. The cooking was outside the house, and the toilet was outside the group of marshalling station.

The place was close to the railway, and the road was rugged and broken with no streetlights along the way.

Every night after dinner at my grandmother’s house, our family of three would ride home on my dad’s motorcycle and take advantage of the stars.

I was sitting in the middle of the motorcycle with my face on the back of my dad, and my mom was sitting behind and hugging me.

Although the wind is strong, I have never felt it.

With the bumps of the rugged road, the half-hour journey was probably my happiness at that time.

I have been in poor health since I was a child. I eat Chinese medicine as a meal, and I must have three days every month to get injections because of a high fever.

Stomach bloating can lead to high fever, and throat inflammation can lead to high fever.

In short, everything will turn into tonsil suppuration, and then a high fever.

So in the third grade, my family took me for tonsill surgery.

Since then, I rarely get sick.

That’s right, my tonsils were cut off, and now I am actually a physically handicapped person (funny).

Why do you want to say this? Because the next day when I was in fourth grade, SARS broke out.

How should I put it, I wonder if this is God’s will.

If I hadn’t had this operation, I guess it would be gone.

Later. . . In the fourth grade, my original head teacher, the young teacher who took over our class as soon as he graduated at the age of 22, became pregnant, so our head teacher changed.

(A blind date last year was my elementary school. I asked my teacher. She said that my Chinese teacher is now the head of the Chinese group or the dean of teaching.

I also added the Chinese teacher’s WeChat, but there is nothing more, because I said that I was a student of the 99th class and was the first class you brought, but she has forgotten it. )

At that time I saw a book at my cousin’s house.

“ASD”

What are the English names of Chu Tiange, Cong Rong, Ye Feng, Mai Yunjie, Ge Shiai, and the drumming Huangmao Han Elementary School? I forgot.

I liked that book very much, and through this book, I became friends with a girl in my class. And when you meet a little girl you like, you will deliberately annoy her).

After going to junior high school, I should have told this story before.

I thought there was no intersection from now on, but our junior high school was in another school (actually we knew that we were in a school a long time ago, because they were all workers’ children. The students in that junior high school were basically workers’ children in the factory, but I don’t know which class .)

How did they get together again? . .

I have a deep memory.

It was an inter-class exercise after two classes in the morning. After the inter-class exercise, all students in the school were asked by the head teacher to run two laps around the playground.

It was summer, and I was running slowly, chatting about basketball and games with two or three friends.

She suddenly slapped me on the back.

It hurts so much. . .

I turned my head and saw her surprised face.”Wangchuan (pseudonym)?! What class are you in?”

I’m in class seventeen and she’s in class six.

So it was a matter of course that the two of us mingled together again.

But just buddies.

Until that day.

We lived in school on the first and second grades of the junior high school. That night, we came to sneak over the wall and went out to buy food. When we returned, we were patrolled by the dormitory teacher, and we both hid in a small forest behind the playground.

Maybe it’s nervous, maybe it’s something else.

We are holding hands together.

Later, maybe it was the teacher who left us to relax, or maybe it was because of her ignorant age at the age of twelve or thirteen. Her cheeks were red at the time, and I guess it might be the same.

Then the two of us kissed each other.

It’s just a simple lips touching lips.

At that time, I just felt my heart pounding. After the kiss, the two of us just looked at each other and laughed.

so. . . Maybe even together?

Later…no later.

In the third year of junior high school, I added heavy schoolwork and somehow stopped contacting me.

Until now, more than ten years later, that day when I correct the code, she notified me on QQ that I was going to get married and sent me invitations in groups.

I just learned that our QQ friends have always been there, but they have never been deleted.

QQ chat with her last time. . . It’s already in 2007.

Of course, I started reading novels from this time, strictly speaking, it was the summer vacation of the sixth grade.

At that time, there was Hope Reading Club next to the junior high school, which was the one that used 36 yuan to apply for a library card, and then borrowed a book for a dime a day.

It’s all pirated online novels of Green Skin.

At that time, I remembered that there were more than 20 copies of “From Zero”. I thought it was long enough, but I didn’t expect it to be finished only a few years ago (laughs).

I read many books from there.

Later, I got a computer that my cousin eliminated, and that broken computer couldn’t play games, so I fell in love with fan fiction.

It’s not because I started watching anime at that time, but because the original anime fan novels are all free and not on the shelves. Everyone uses love to generate electricity. I look down on the genuine ones.

The most at that time. . . It is a fan fiction of anime such as Naruto, Bleach, Gundam SEED, and Magic Teacher.

Among them, Hokage and Gundam SEED are especially numerous.

This can be regarded as the beginning of the pit where I entered the starting point.

Remember back then, the domain name of the starting point was still CMFU or CFMU.

The one I remember most clearly is a book called “The Legend of the Sword and the Fairy”. The protagonist is the son of Nangong Huang and Wen Hui. There are two heroines, Zhao Ling’er, and the other is the daughter of Xingxuan and Wang Pengxu.

Then because of reading novels, my grades plummeted, and my family members broke my library card (although I secretly obtained one later).

Later, I saw a martial arts book from my uncle, “Feng Hua Jian Xue Yue Da”, the protagonist is Feng Hua Jian Ding Yi, a sword can pierce the throat of 81 people.

I was very impressed, so Ding Yi got off the hook in this book.

After that, he went to high school in a muddle-headed manner.

When everyone was studying hard in high school, there was a girl who was bluffing in the class.

She is so cute and lively.

Under the thin school uniform, there is a youthful body that is in full bloom. To be honest, it is hard to be distracted.

But it’s just a heartbeat.

We had a good relationship back then, maybe because of the relationship at the same table.

At that time we were screaming and laughing. But after all, there is no story between men and women, perhaps because the friends she usually plays with are all punks in the class.

So he reached the sophomore year without any surprises.

One weekend night, I went out for a night run.

That day I saw her squatting outside and crying under the street lamp. I went to ask her what happened.

She raised her head, her teary, pear-eyed, rainy face looked pitiful under the dim street lamp.

To be honest, I was really moved at that time.

She said that she had a quarrel with a difficult friend, and then she wanted to drink and talk to me.

I sat with her on the barbecue stand, watching her drinking and crying, the eyes of the diners next to me made me feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Later, she was drunk, and I carried her to take her home.

The youthful body leaned on my back, which made people really feel a little worried.

Then, her somewhat hoarse voice sounded in my ears: “He doesn’t want me…”

Me: “Yeah.”

She said: “He doesn’t want me anymore, would you want me?”

My heart chilled, and my blood chilled.

So silent all the way to send her back home.

Her father looked at me like a thief.

I said nothing, bowed, turned and ran home.

Later…then the two of them reconciled, and she still joked with me every day, and I responded to her with a smile.

Smiling and laughing, I just smiled and went to college.

I went to a college.

The friends in the college and dormitory all talked about love. Every day, everyone happily fell in love, played games, and played basketball.

Only me, still alone.

Does nobody really like me?

Yes, after all, with my handsome appearance, it is not difficult to find a girlfriend.

The girl of the same class, the senior sister of the first year of high school.

They joked: “Wangchuan, you don’t have a girlfriend, can we make do with it?”

I smiled and said, “Good, good.”

Then everyone was laughing and joking, because my expression didn’t seem to be true.

My friend in the bedroom laughed at me: “Aren’t you gay?”

I laughed and laughed: “Then you remember to wash your ass clean at night, waiting for me to be lucky.”

Then everyone laughed.

Maybe it’s boring, maybe it’s herd.

I later accepted a confession from a girl.

But is that love?

I have no idea.

We just ate together, went to class together, and went to the library together.

Maybe just find a companion to chat with when you are bored? Maybe so.

Graduating soon, she wants me to go to her city.

I refused.

On the day of graduation, she cried and hugged me to stay overnight with me, which is commonly known as the open room.

I still refused.

I drove her back to the dormitory and said to her: “I can’t hurt you.”

Do i love her? Maybe not in love.

She didn’t say anything.

Later, I was blacked out, and I never saw each other ever since.

This is also the best ending. She will meet someone she likes in the future, get married, have children, and can give herself to him without regret.

It’s good to think about it.

After graduation, my first job was in a company started by my cousin.

Said it is a company, it is a studio with only a few people.

I have a monthly salary of 1,000 and a three-month internship of 1,500.

But I only took 3,000 yuan in the first five months.

Because the company was renovating at that time, the boss gave everyone a long vacation.

Only I don’t, because I have to go to the scene every day to supervise the work.

Then she said it was not a job.

I didn’t say anything, maybe it was because I was young.

I have been working for almost two years.

I remember that it was the last day before the end of the New Year holiday for a year or five. She called me and asked me to drink.

I said it’s ten o’clock, I go to work tomorrow, and it’s time to go to bed.

She said that she and her boyfriend are already downstairs in my house.

I went down, and the two of them drove me to his house with a bundle of beer.

When drinking, they said they trusted me the most, and they would give me a salary increase when I got to work.

I said yes.

I thought in my heart, as long as there are 2000, I will work with you for the rest of my life.

The next day I went to work for a meeting, my salary increased from 1,500 to 1,300.

She said that 200 yuan was deducted every month, and then every three months, that is, in the first quarter, an extra 600 yuan was sent to me at once.

I didn’t speak, and left my job this afternoon.

In the evening, she scolded me in the circle of friends, saying that I was a wolf with eyes, how much she trusted me and wanted to train me.

Ha, who doesn’t like a fool who doesn’t want money and works hard and complains honestly?

Later, I went to GSX.

It is the company that Chen Xiangdong, the former CEO of New Oriental, started his own business, which belongs to the online teaching platform.

I am the Luoyang branch responsible for taking promotional photos and videos for teachers, educational institutions and schools.

2500 a month, deduct the five social insurances and one housing fund (this is the only job I have paid for the five social insurances and one housing fund), and get 2039.

At this time, I met two colleagues, two female colleagues who were one year younger than me and joined the company a few months later.

The first colleague, I like it very much, and I took her to learn some principles of society and the workplace.

We get along day and night.

I rode her electric car every day to take her home.

Then one night, I said: “Would you like to go to the movies tomorrow?”

She shook her head: “Tomorrow my boyfriend will come to Luoyang after graduation. I want to go to the movies with him.”

I smiled and waved.

I wish you happiness.

The second girl, 1.72 meters tall, grinned and had cute rabbit teeth.

She likes to play LOL.

I like it too, so the two of us became good friends in the company.

It just developed slowly, watched movies, and went shopping.

I think it’s time.

I said, what do you think of me?

She said, you are a good friend and senior in the workplace.

She said that she had just graduated now and didn’t want to fall in love, but wanted to do a good job first.

I nodded, you are right.

In the second month, her Moments posted a photo. In a car, she and the person in the driver’s seat intertwined: “You are up to you for the rest of my life. I am very happy.”

Later, after I left my job, I heard that the two of them broke up.

I wish her a better person.

I haven’t moved my mind since then.

Then I embarked on a blind date.

Along the way, the blind date has been more than two years.There have been more than ten blind dates one after another.

Even some 17-year blind dates have already been married and have children, and I am still alone.

Five or six of them, the other party wanted to try to develop.

But I am introverted and cold temperament, so I can’t stop it.

Until I met a junior high school teacher.

She said to me: “Wangchuan, you haven’t opened your heart at all. You just wrapped yourself in the wall that you built, sitting alone in the middle, even if someone wants to open the wall, you will open the wall. Make it up and continue to sit in the middle alone. The cheerfulness and optimism you show are just the mask you wear.”

She was gone, I was speechless.

Thinking back, it seems to be the case.

In the past, I always thought: falling in love is for getting married. If you can’t give the other person a good material life, then there is no need to delay others.

Is this responsible…or low self-esteem?

In the past, I was confused and didn’t know what I was after.

With a salary of more than two thousand yuan a month, I can get by.

Until that day, I didn’t really understand anything.

That day, I accompanied my classmates to Wangfujing to buy clothes.

It seems that it is H2 or the brand, I don’t know.

He bought two clothes and a pair of pants, a total of 2,800 yuan.

Seeing me standing aside bored, he found a shirt with half sleeves for me to try.

After putting it on, it is indeed very close to the body, showing a good figure, and the material is also very comfortable to wear.

My heart moved.

Then ask the price, 600 yuan.

It was almost half a month’s salary when I didn’t eat or drink.

I waved my hand and said it didn’t look good, forget it.

At that time, I only had 700 yuan in my card, and there was no penny on my body.

The classmate said to help me pad it first.

I refused.

The shopping guide girl didn’t say anything, nor did she have mocking words or expressions in her eyes.

She just smiled, took the clothes in my hand and hung them back.

Just like this, I am qualified to fall in love?

Then I wrote a novel.

Maybe only by immersing in the dreams I have woven, I can live better.

There are always a lot of people talking about starting a business or something.

This is like a ladder going up.

Most people fall into a wound, they lick the wound, give up, and turn home.

But I don’t have that qualification.

I looked back, but there was only darkness.

My parents are now being persuaded by the factory, and they are still working as security guards and dormitories for others, working three shifts a day for that 1,700 yuan.

They are for me.

So I want codewords, to be able to escape into the dreams I have woven, and if I can support myself, I don’t have to contact the outside world. . . that would be nice.

Those who say comedy are mostly lonely.

Maybe the same is true for me who writes light novels.

If one day, I can support myself by writing novels without having to let my parents continue to work hard.

Could a girl break the wall I built…

I also hope that I can travel and go to many, many places.

To accomplish many, many dreams, but the reality and dreams are too fragmented.

For me like this, making money is the only purpose now, so this book is also my only hope now.

If you can,

As far as possible, without letting the coolness and plot interference of this book interfere, I will try my best to make changes, because you are the only persistence force now.

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Press out the cigarette, and the sky turns bright outside.

We will continue to code words today.

The dream I wove is still going on.

Outside the house, the pedestrians who got up early to go to work and school, the crowd in front of the early stalls were a bit noisy.

Inside, the lights are bright, accompanied by Ashin’s “Half Life”.

A twenty-seven-year-old guy who did nothing, continues to weave the story of his dream.

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All right.

That’s right.

The above are all fake.

The main thing is to tilt the negative psychological emotions, I chose this path, or I have to go anyway.

The story is made up.

Actually I am a woman!

It’s on the shelves today, every time there are-100 subscriptions, two updates will be made! That is to say, 1000 subscriptions, at least 2w words update today, and then ten updates every day from today!

If the subscription is higher.

It’s terrible.

Red Bull carried it back into a box…I am even more desperate!