Chapter 1 The most important thing is that the world can't stay
People often ask Shen Jiarou, "Why did you come to Shanghai?" She has been asked so many times that even she herself can't help but ask herself, "Why did you come to Shanghai?" ”
Today is Shen Jiarou's 30th birthday, and the passage of time makes her sigh. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 InfoMaybe she never thought she would be 30 years old one day. When she was very young, a 30-year-old woman was already called an aunt and an old woman by her. So when Shen Jiarou approached this day infinitely, she was inevitably panicked in her heart.
Shen Jiarou has been in Shanghai for nearly ten years, and almost all of her youth memories, love, hatred, and hatred are related to the city. Still, she never realized how close the city was to her. It has never touched its tendons, and has always floated there like a wandering spirit, so close and yet so far away. Especially at night, when the lights of thousands of homes are lit, the noise and the aftertaste of food from the wind are filled with the smell of fireworks in the world, which can almost smoke out her tears.
Whenever this happens, she feels so lonely that she almost dies of loneliness.
The lights in the room were dim, there was no cake, no blessings, nothing to be happy about, and even her parents seemed to have forgotten her. Shen Jiarou stood in front of the narrow window a little gloomily, eager to come to a bottle of red wine or something, sorry that her home did not have the bright and beautiful crystal lounge she imagined, nor a place for her to relieve her sorrow and get drunk, and she didn't even have a decent dining table. Shen Jiarou let out a long sigh, wanting to drive away this long melancholy and sorrow.
Turning on the stereo and the dance music was crazy and noisy, which made Shen Jiarou's mood instantly better, at least the noise made the room seem less deserted, and she didn't look like a person. In the same night, in the bars of the city's central districts, how many men and women writhed wildly under such music to enjoy the pleasure of this depravity.
Man always has a desire to fall downward. The more crazy, the more confused, the more depraved, the happier, the more lonely and decadent.
If she hadn't lived in the suburbs, Shen Jiarou might have really gone to that kind of place on impulse this night. But soon there was a sharp protest and a snapping sound from the neighbor next door, after all, it was his own fault, under the eaves, Shen Jiarou didn't dare to speak even if he had a temper, so he had to obediently turn down the music and nest in the corner like an ostrich.
The mood was gloomy again, Shen Jiarou lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling a little distractedly, this kind of old house has such a soundproof effect, even if you sneeze and fart, the neighbors can hear it clearly, and people have any privacy and pleasure.
In this city, Shen Jiarou always felt that she was depressed, and she even cried and desperately lowered her throat.
Shen Jia is soft and soft, and she is demure and beautiful, as cute as a lazy kitten, giving people a plush intimacy, which is very suitable for marrying a rich man as a wife. However, life always backfires, and her emotions are like the twists and turns of a novel and a drama.
Fate gave her a good card, but it didn't give her the same luck.
At the age of 30, she has just ended a loveless marriage for almost 5 years, and at this time she feels like she has just crawled out of hell, even if she is still panting, at least half of her skin has been stripped off. The impact of emotional setbacks on people's states is huge, especially for a little woman like Shen Jiarou, who is delicate and fragile at heart.
She has had a terrible life these years, and the unhappiness of her marriage has made her turn a deaf ear to everything, and not only does it seem that she is not progressing as much as before.
In the past, after all, she had a bright and moving youth, and there were a lot of men who coveted her.
Now she is a 30-year-old woman, and her self-confidence has become smaller and smaller with the decrease in the attention of the opposite sex.
There is a joke that says: "Seventeen or eighteen-year-old women are like rugby, and men hold them and don't want to let go."
A twenty-year-old woman is like a football, the people on the field are chasing after me, and I don't know how many people are cheering for it outside the field
Thirty-year-old women are like basketballs, and there are gradually fewer people chasing
A forty-year-old woman is like a ping pong ball, two people push around, and no one wants it.
A fifty-year-old woman is like a golf ball, and no one wants to get it back. ”
Although it is hard to hear, with the passage of time, no man has gone to seek death and life for Shen Jiarou, and there is no shortage of those eloquent love words and romantic surprises. Those are memories that belong only to youth, and are only related to beauty.
Time is always cruel to women.
Not long ago, Shen Jiarou was hired as the office director of a small film and television company, of course, the title is just good, and she has to deal with all kinds of trivial matters in the office herself.
Especially in the past few days, the boss Xiao Ming's face is always cloudy, from time to time hysterically screaming and smashing things, and smashing documents on her head unexpectedly, these Shen Jiarou are used to adapting, and she doesn't even feel anything.
Occasionally, when she lost her mind, Shen Jiarou would deeply doubt whether the once arrogant Shen Jiarou and the now cautious and compromised woman were not the same person.
In the past, maybe in the past, she didn't dare to think about it and didn't want to think about it much.