Vivian still lived her three-point line, only got up at 7:40 in the morning, and did everything in 5 minutes in a hurry, yes, she didn't wear makeup.

She: "In the toy factory, there are all female aunts, who are dressed up?" Then he rolled his eyes at himself.

Then ride her bicycle to the toy factory to clock in and ring the bell with lightning speed. It was 7.00 p.m. to get home.

She sighed secretly: "Such a high-pressure life, chatting about the length of life with a group of aunts every day, although I am a little tired of this kind of life that seems to be repeated every day, but if life is so plain but warm, it seems to be not bad." It's the way I like it. "Her life has always been very ordinary but also very happy, she has lived with her grandmother since she was a child, the brick by brick of the ancient house, and the birds under the longan tree are cheerfully raising their voices, all of which are so beautiful.

The bicycle also accompanied her from the first grade to the third grade of junior high school, and many times, many people laughed at her: "How can this girl be so funny, don't look at her broken car, it looks so abrupt in this parking lot" and she always rode silently to her name

"BMW", riding for many years, regardless of the eyes of others, she always knows what she wants.

And her parents divorced when she was a child, and she was left with only her father. Her dad was a gambler, a drinker, and a smoking, so her mom was gone.

But I love her too. Isn't it contradictory. But the contradiction itself is the unity of opposites. There is both struggle and identity.

He rationally knew that he couldn't gamble, but he couldn't control himself. But he also knew that he loved a daughter consistently, so he did housework for her every day.

Spoiled her as a baby who had never done housework. But because of gambling, borrowing money, and constantly paying back the money as soon as he was paid, he became a complete moonlight clan.

So he encouraged her daughter to borrow money from everyone he knew better. She always remembered that once when she walked into the shop, before she could speak, the aunt smiled like a shining light, thinking that she had come to buy something.

So she scratched her head very embarrassed and said to the aunt: "Auntie, my dad wants to borrow 100 yuan from you, and said that he will pay you back the next time" The aunt's face stopped smiling, and she reluctantly gave her 100 yuan.

Then not far after she left, she could still hear the aunt say to her husband: "It's really unlucky" and her mind is as delicate as her, how can she not understand the contempt of others.

Secular people always like to flatter those who are stronger than themselves, and look down on those who are weaker than themselves.

The needle didn't stick to them, and they never knew how much it hurt to empathize.