Then they went to buy potatoes, and I told them the same as before, and the girl in the dress didn't want vegetables as usual. In this way, we moved four or five vegetable stalls, and the dress girl simply didn't buy it.

But the plump girl in jeans picked a bunch of chili peppers to weigh. I didn't like her, but I wanted to give it a try, so I went over and picked up the scale in the vegetable vendor's hand. She didn't refuse me to help her weigh.

After I finished weighing, I asked the vegetable vendor to see that it was just four catties, so I helped her settle the account: "One catty and one dime and five cents, four into six cents." I said. The busty girl smiled and looked up at me. Then he picked up the pepper he weighed, stood up, and chatted with me.

Supposedly, in this case, I should have asked the girl out. But I just fell in love with her companion. Her companion has a baby face, coupled with wearing a pink dress, and a slender figure with an X-sense, almost like a movie star.

And this busty girl is more average-looking. But the beautiful woman was evidently disgusted by my enthusiasm, and said it well after the break: "It's okay to be courteous - it's either a traitor or a thief." Who knows what heart I have in peace?

But the reader knows what I can do, I just want to find a wife.

Although the beautiful woman did not accept my affection and hinted with her eyes that her companion should not talk to me, the busty girl continued to talk to me as if she did not see her.

People have one thing in common, that is, the more they can't get their hands on something, the more curious they are, and I developed such a psychology at that time. So, even though the beautiful woman ignored me, I still glanced at her while chatting with her companion. When the busty girl saw me like this, she ignored me.

Time flies so fast, I haven't won the favor of that beautiful woman, it's already noon. The sun wanted a fierce monster to scorch the earth, and everything around it was roasted hot.

The beautiful woman and her companion bought some more vegetables and walked towards the market center. But I still followed the two of them unrelentingly.

The beautiful woman glanced at her companion, and the two of them held hands and walked quickly towards a small alley by the side of the road.

She did this, apparently thinking of me as a viper or a scorpion, and I felt bored, and since it was very hot at the time, and I was very irritable, I stopped pestering them, but walked to the other end of the market.

I found my bike, paid two cents for the deposit, and went home.

When I got home, I thought about what had happened in the morning and couldn't help but regret it. I guess I should have dated that busty girl instead of continuing to chase that pretty girl. In a family situation like ours, we can't afford to raise that beautiful girl. And that busty girl is the most suitable for being a wife.

Because based on what she wears, it can be inferred that she is not the kind of girl who just wants to enjoy, and maybe she is very capable.

The more I thought about it, the more I regretted it, and I couldn't help but scold myself fiercely: Zhang Jianming, you are really a fool! No girl chases you, there is no girl to chase, and finally there is a girl, but you want to spend your heart. You deserve to be a bare man!

In order to salvage this matter, I went to the street very early at the time of the fair, hoping to meet the busty girl again. But, maybe it's fate, I haven't met her again for a few days.

When I was about to go to the market again, my mother asked me to go to the field and do farm work. I don't have any girls to chase again.

However, a few days later, I thought of another way to chase the girl: look for it in the field.

One day, I was riding my broken bicycle and strolling along a road, looking around as I went. However, I turned around for a long time, and until sunset, I still did not see a girl's shadow.

When I got home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear that I would really beat up a bachelor. However, the thought of how handsome I looked made me confident again.

In order to make myself more confident, I bought a large mirror from the store and looked at it at home every day when I was fine.

I have been looking in the mirror for a long time, and I have found a pattern, that is, I am not as beautiful as I am when the light is bright.

I especially like to bolt the door and look in the mirror in front of the rostrum when my parents are not at home, which makes me more confident. I looked at me in the mirror and said to myself, Zhang Jianming, don't be afraid, look how handsome you look!

Let's compare Jia Baoyu in "Dream of Red Mansions". When Najia Baoyu appeared, the author once described it like this: the face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, the temples are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the eyes are like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves. Although he is angry and sometimes laughs, he is blind and affectionate.

That Jia Baoyu looks like this, if he is alive now, I really want to compare with him.

I looked at myself again and felt how handsome I was. Let's start with the head shape. My head is a flat rectangle, almost as wide as the top and bottom, and although it is not full of heaven, the jaw of the earth is round.

My eyebrows are curved willow eyebrows, like the crescent moon of the third and fourth days of the new year. Speaking of eyebrows, I'm not boasting. Just because I once went to his house with a cousin's nephew, my brother-in-law saw that my eyes were straight.

He complimented me on my good looks, but the most beautiful thing was my eyebrows. He also said that a person's eyebrows represent whether the person is really beautiful or not, because eyebrows are the same as beauty.

When he analyzed it like this, I paid attention to my eyebrows. When I came home in the evening, I looked in the mirror, and my eyebrows were beautiful: between the two curved crescents, there was a little thicker, like two hills that had shrunk many times.

It adds to the beauty of the crescent moon. At the same time, the distance between my eyebrows and their distance from my eyes is moderate.

There is a saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and my eyes are bright and spiritual. Although he suffered so much, his big watery eyes were never damaged because of this.

Also, I have double eyelids, big eyes, and long eyelashes, which can't help but remind people of giant pandas.

What do I compare them to? Purple grapes or lentils or crystal balls, I can't think of the right adjectives.

Anyway, my eyes are double eyelids, big, long eyelashes, watery kinds. I can't tell you exactly what it is.

My nose is small, not the one with a high bridge. Andy Lau is a man with a high nose, but his nose is too high, and it looks like a mountain on his face, making people look like something extra. And my nose is very well-proportioned with my face.

The best thing about my facial features is my mouth. Writers of novels often use the phrase "lip grease" when comparing people's lips, referring to the color of the lips as if they were painted with rouge.

However, the lips that have been applied to lipstick are unnaturally red, and my lips are watery red. In addition to the color, it depends on the thickness of the lips, if it is too thick, it will not look good, and if it is too thin, it will not be beautiful.

And my lips are neither thick nor thin, or moderately thick, and a small groove that comes down from under the nose makes the upper lip slightly upturned, and the two corners of the mouth formed by the two lips together form a clever isosceles triangle. Overall, a sense of beauty is formed.

I think the people who sell lipstick should shoot my lips for advertising.

To be honest with you, I once quietly compared to Liangxiu, and his lips were not as beautiful as mine. Liangxiu has a thick lip and a thin lip, and the color is similar to mine. It's a comparison, but mine is prettier.

Also, if the sideburns are cut with a knife, my temples are also the same as a knife cut, and with the two ears that are not big or small, not thick or thin, it is simply a beauty blank.

I sometimes think that if I were a woman, maybe I would be able to be a concubine. I became a concubine, and I didn't sink into the fish, at least I also fell into the country.

This book was first published in Reading Books