(a)

"Ever heard the story? The devil is at the corner of this street, what do people often say? Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info They also say that as soon as you sit on a bench across a street corner with negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., demons will appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes. A man came up to me with a smile and said.

"Really?" I smiled suspiciously, my sad expression narrowing a little.

"My name is Jock, you look sad, are you okay?" Jock smiled, as if I were a friend he hadn't seen in years.

"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. Leave right away. I said warily, knowing that it was already dark now. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he should be a beggar, maybe the bench I'm sitting on is the same one he's made tonight.

"Want to hear my story, before you leave?" Jock still smiled, but the man was already seated next to me.

I looked at the smile on his face and was terrified. I'm afraid he'll threaten me next. I trembled and said, "What is the story you told before?"

"Of course it's a story about a deal with a demon! Jock said, with a deep smile on his face.

He told the story.

(b)

(I remember coming to this corner in frustration ten years ago, when I was eighteen.) Penniless, sitting in this place. If I'm not mistaken, that's where you're sitting right now. Then the demon appeared haughtily and said to me, "Are you willing to give up one thing in order to get another?"

Of course, the demon said many, many more things, but unfortunately I can't remember them. It's not because I have a bad memory, it's because I'm not interested in other people's stories.

I was thirsty and hungry, and I was very frightened when I saw the proud devil. Cowardly said: "I want endless money, what do you want me to exchange?"

The demon said haughtily, "Just exchange your smile, you can't laugh because you're happy in exchange for money you don't play!"

"I agree, what's the use of laughing? I agree to the exchange!" I said decisively. )

(c)

"Aren't you smiling happily right now?" I asked Jock, confused.

"No one should tell it, isn't it rude to interrupt someone's story?" Jock still smiled, as if he wasn't teaching me a lesson. On the contrary, there is a taste of comfort.

"I'm sorry!" I quickly apologized.

(I happily left the corner, I got a pocket from the devil.) It was full of gold coins, but I couldn't laugh. Of course, I was so excited and happy.

I began to eat and drink in the most luxurious restaurants and stay in the most luxurious guesthouses with my pockets. Splurge everything I can. Because I know that I won't run out of gold coins. Of course, I have more and more friends. They followed me every day, and I said that I was the owner of the mining and that I had spent an endless amount of money when I got gold. Because I was injured in a face at an adventure, I can't laugh.

Everyone quickly called me Boss Qiao. I eat, drink, prostitute and gamble in a luxurious hotel every day. As long as someone plays with me, I give them money. Lots and lots of money.

Time flies, all the way to the day. I drank too much and went to the toilet, and I heard all the conversations between my friends and young lady at the door of the toilet one day with a cigarette in their mouths. He said, "What fool with facial paralysis is really difficult to deal with." The young lady actually smiled in agreement and said, "That's right, she has an honest face and makes me feel disgusting every time she pleases him." ”

From that day on, I started to pay attention, and I found that every friend around me was scolding me behind my back. I still give them so much money every day.

I managed to grin and smile, only to find that I couldn't. I swore angrily that I would never give my friends any more coins, and that they would not want to get another penny from me.

And just like that, I had fewer and fewer friends, fewer and fewer. It wasn't until I returned to this street corner in distress again.

The demon was still looking at me so haughtily, and I felt that it was a shame. But I can only ask it back to give me a smile in exchange for anything.

The demon haughtily repeated the conversation I had with him: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? I agree to the exchange!"

Of course, I had no place to be ashamed, so I could only pray blindly.

The demon looked at me and said, "I can give it back to you, but on exchange." That is, swapping, you can laugh back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the work of the devil and continue to exchange wishes with others. ”

The arrogant demon is set free. That's right, it's free. And I'm going to smile back. ）

(iv)

I looked at Jock in amazement and couldn't say a word.

"Say it, kid, what do you want," Jock said with a smile, smirking weirdly.

"I, I want the people I like to like me!" I said aloud.

"So how about crying in exchange for crying this time, not crying, in exchange for love?"

"I agree, crying only makes me cowardly. The weak have no love, they will only be sympathized" I blurted out subconsciously without hesitation.

"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, making me feel unnatural.

I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand and never cried again.

I traded my cry for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.

(5)

This lipstick works very well.

We got married, had children and lived happily ever after, but things didn't seem to be the way I thought they were.

I worked hard, but the salary I got couldn't satisfy my lover at all.

And my child doesn't look like me ...

Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was simply not enough to support my family. I'm always expressionless.

Because I can't cry at all.

She also cries all the time that I'm a cold monster.

And I also found out.

She would flatter every man she met, giving hints.

More men have slept with her than I could have imagined.

Later I learned that the devil was not trading my cry for lipstick that made my lover fall in love with me.

It's lipstick that makes people.

I was back on that corner and sat on that bench with a sense of loss, and I thought I could switch back to my crying.

Because it's so uncomfortable, I want to cry.