Foreword + chapter 1 (Zheng Ai Li)

To be honest, I have prepared for this story for a long time and made a lot of sacrifices.

I have always wanted to write a story about a girl who lives in the depths of despair. She should be like me. I admit that I am a dark person, and the heroine in the article is almost the other side of me. I learned from the heroine in the article and tried to go to the nightclub to ask a strange handsome man for his phone number. I will ask the addicts how they feel after sucking, the more detailed the better. I will have someone turn off all the lights at home, hide in the dark, listen to the old radio, and feel her world.

Although everything is not real.

I have been stubbornly classifying unreal things as illusions.

But since it is a story, it will definitely be exaggerated. But most of the plots in this story are true. I have traveled to many places and learned a lot about girls' love experiences in various ways. Each of them is different. Almost every story of them is mixed with great pain. She is also desperate, just to the extent.

Later, I summed up a truth that young girls always have time to ask why, and always have time to lament that God is unfair to them. In fact, sometimes I'm very happy, but I just don't see it. In fact, I want to state such a story that sometimes there is really no need to magnify sadness, let alone make myself so sad. God may be unfair to some people. Maybe we have been betrayed, deceived, hesitated, sad... But please believe that everything will pass. Those who hurt you will eventually get retribution.

I know that my theme is not pleasing. I can never write anything that is too perfect without scars, because I know that it is not real, and the reality is often much more cruel.

So, there is this story "Revelation of Looking for People".

chapter1 Zheng A Li

I have lost a lot of people in my years. When I get old, I will slowly post a search notice to the whole world, and I will find them back. However, I don't have photos of those people, names, home addresses and various contact information. They only live in my memory. Do you want to look for it with me?

My years, the vicissitudes of life.

This is the first and last time I have indulged in myself at the end of 18 years old.

My name is Zheng Ae Li, 18 years and 10 months old.

is an adult, but not a mature person.

I like to spend a lot of time on makeup, choosing clothes and taking the bus, which doesn't make much sense. But I just like, feel breathing, breathe deeply.

In fact, sometimes I feel that life is a very helpless thing, which makes us bloody, but we have to bite our teeth and go on.

There's nothing we can do. Who told us to be so unlucky to live?

In addition to students, I have many professions, graphic models, illustrators, and most importantly, an online writer, who decorates the most beautiful lies with gorgeous words without showing traces.

One day, it's always the same. The sun shone obliquely through the cracks in the window on my face, which was afraid of falling asleep. It disturbed all my sleepiness, cursed, and turned over and got up. Go to the toilet lazily, drink a glass of water and brush your teeth. It's all the same as every day, no different.

The right eyelid jumped slightly. The left eye jumps with money, and the right eye jumps with disaster. I looked around suspiciously for fear that someone would jump out and throw a pan on my face when I was not paying attention, which would be the biggest disaster. Forgive me for being so pedantic. In the face of life, I have to do so.

The mobile phone rang, wrapped a mouthful of foam and picked it up. Before it was close to the ear, I heard the harsh voice of the editor in charge, "I said, A Li, don't write those dramas where you love me and I love you. These days, who still likes to watch those who knows the ending at the beginning? Can you try to write something exciting? You see, you are also a young man. Why do you always lean towards Grandma Qiongyao? Anyway, you are also on summer vacation. To get the theme, you don't have to write about those who have knives and guns, but they have to be exciting and real..."

Damn it! I whispered a curse over the phone.

To be honest, I hate my responsible editor very much, because last time she insisted that I change the name of the novel to "Your Majesty, You Are So Fierce" to make a lot of gimmicks. Of course, I refused. If one day my mother wants to read my book and see the name, she must faint. You can do whatever is popular, and you don't have any opinions at all.

"Hey, I said A Li, are you listening?"

"In, you continue..." Although she is dissatisfied with her from the bottom of her heart, she still pretends to be a grandson on the surface, and expects her to arrange the first recommendation, and she can't offend easily.

"It's up to you. Submit the manuscript to me at the end of the month." After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone handsomely, and I could imagine how heroic and elegant her posture was...

The manuscript will be submitted at the end of the month. I'm crazy. Where on earth should I go to experience life and find materials? These days, life is not surprising, and it is all ordinary passing by. She just wants me to be excited and real. Do you want me to go to the gun bank to find some inspiration?

Mad people, they are all crazy people!

I put down the phone and went to the bathroom to finish my toothbrush.

"Hey, Sister Lu. I'm going back today. Be careful yourself." After washing his face, he put on his makeup and picked out a vest and shorts to put on. He picked up his bag and walked to the door and explained to his roommate who was still sleeping.

She answered vaguely under the quilt. I don't know if I heard it or not. I went out.

The sun is just right today. It's cheap for us students who are studying in college in this city. If you want to go home, you can go home. If you don't want to go home, you can go back to your dormitory.

For me, it doesn't make much difference whether I can go back or not. On the roadside of the Third Ring Road, near the suburbs, it is a very empty community with a good environment. No. 2, on the tenth floor of Unit 3, a 90-square-meter house, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, pink lace curtains, and a thick plush carpet on the sunny tatami. The color is my favorite black and white. Back-projection TV, 3P large air conditioner, complicated and comfortable Italian imported sofa.

What a warm and comfortable home, only a cold wind came to my face when I opened the door.

Yes, I live alone.

Therefore, no matter how warm and touching everything is, it has become a decoration, and sometimes it can also become irony. It depends on the time...

I took a two-hour bus to go back, opened the door and habitually greeted the empty room, "Hey, I'm back."

I'm back.

Hi...

No one responds to me. From another perspective, there is a ghost when someone responds to me!

He flipped through the bag randomly and found a red tower mountain point that had been deformed. Change your shoes, go to the toilet, tie your hair, and get ready to take a shower. You should know that there is no hot water in our dormitory. If you want to take a shower, you must first quietly boil the water with a water stick, and then take it to the toilet and wash it with the lid of the teapot.

So it's a luxury to take a shower as soon as you get home.

After taking a shower, I felt much more comfortable all over my body. I went to the bedroom to get my pajamas and changed them. Opening the wardrobe, a huge Doraemon hit my face impartially, and said, "But you are, but you..." The sound of ducks.

But your sister!

I threw Doraemon to the ground and stepped on it hard. Why is the thing that the bitch gave me still in the drawer? I remember that as big as clothes, skirts, dolls, to cups, hot water bags, nail clippers, were all sent to the trash can. How can there still be "nail households"? No wonder my right eye jumped today!

That bitch is my boyfriend who has been dating for three years. I lived with another bitch half a year ago. The other bitch was my good friend from bare buttocks, G-cup. After this happened, I got to know myself again and implemented a policy. If I have money, I will have breast augmentation surgery first! It is not as simple as a few letters between b and G.

I also want to say that Ali, don't care, don't think about it, they are not happy...

But the reality is that I care very much. I think about it every day, or I hear that those two bitches are very happy. Where did they go hand in hand? They bought a new bed for their love hut, which was bought by IKEA. The female bitch lost her temper and wanted to break up, and the male bitch begged her not to break up. Or the male bitch proudly says to his good friend that the female bitch is incomparably good to him!

Roll, crawl, crawl.

Thinking about covering his face with his hand, tears flowed from his fingertips. Why is this kind of bloody drama being staged on me, and why are they too picky when two relatives die at home? I don't want to cry, I don't want to cry, I really don't want to cry.

But why should I bear all this? I survived alone, and my heart died.

It's just that I'm having a hard time, but I'm not happy. Are you happy?

It's my fault! It's my fault, as long as bitches are happy.

At this moment, the phone rang again. I forgot to choke and was about to answer the phone directly. It was Xiaoxue, "A Li, whereareyou?"

I shrugged my nose and said hoarse, "Home."

Xiao Xue was anxious when she heard this, "Oh, my God, little ancestor, are you crying again? I told you not to think about those two bitches every day. You didn't listen to them, did you?! Still crying, don't cry, it's really not promising. There's nothing to do today. My sister will take you to have fun.

"Hi, sister, I'm not in the mood to have fun now. Go to find your unreliable netizens by yourself. I've been forced to death by the editor these days. I don't have time!"

This girl mostly pretends to be a good girl at school and has internal injuries. Only as soon as she can get out of school, she wants to have fun. She is simply hungry and thirsty!

"Don't do this, baby, I love you the most. Get out of here. I'll wait for you in the old place. Be beautiful. Don't make me lose face with a runny nose and tears. Do you hear me?!"

I swallowed water, "No."

The sister didn't have a bird directly, so she hung up the phone. It's as fast as my editor. It's all my sister, and I can't afford to provoke her.

I slowly took a blue shirt from the wardrobe and put it on with a white fluffy skirt, and my hair was covered by myself. Just go to Loli style. There's nothing I can do. I'm also better at pretending that type. Obviously, she is a madwoman, but she likes to take the route of a student girl. The most horrible thing is that she walks so much like her. Invincible...

"Hey, hey, are you here yet? My sister has been waiting for you until 2012.

Shit, is it so exaggerated?

"I'm coming, in the car!"

It seems that the person is really crazy, as if he were urging his life. JYQ is a famous bar street in this city. It seems that I'm going to a nightclub tonight...

Although I don't want to go to that kind of music that is deafening and the atmosphere is so high. But there was nothing we could do. Our Sister Xue spoke, and the editor also asked me to experience life. I had to bite my teeth, close my eyes, bury my head and hit it hard. In the primary school thought class, I taught us that good classmates should encounter difficulties and face difficulties. After so many years, I finally became a good classmate for a while. Well, it's good. It's quite rewarding. Finally, before tomorrow's dawn comes, I will have an article on my mind, such as "night in a nightclub", "the love of a nightclub" and "take wine as a song"... The idea of such a type of novel is perfect!

I also played, and I was accompanied by people. I can also work! Oh yeah!

The driver couldn't help looking at me dancing. "The girl is here."

"Oh, oh, oh." I paid in a hurry.

When I got out of the car, I shook my skirt step by step and saw Sister Xue standing on the overpass, wearing a black off-the-shoulder general shirt, ten centimeters of Roman rivet high heels, and dressed as a nightclub queen. It's just that her beloved baby face betrayed her.

We are all like this. Obviously, we are children, and we can never get rid of the childishness. But he repeatedly wanted to erase the innocence, the vicissitudes of life. Obviously, they are all teenagers. Why do they pretend to be like dead ashes? It's life, it's too much torture.

I think the worst is to be alive.