163 former literary girls

The short-haired girl snorted, "It would be nice to be nineteen years old, I was still a virgin at that time, and I was still qualified to chase you." Unfortunately, the good times can't go back. I'm twenty-four and old. ”

Hearing her say this, Wang Wenhua almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of water: "Don't be funny, where are you now." Twenty-four is considered old, so isn't I, a man who is almost forty, old and immortal? ”

He thought he had told a pretty good joke, but the short-haired girl didn't smile at all.

"How can a woman compare with a man? The older you men get, the more attractive you become. As for us women, age is inversely proportional to charm, let alone doing my job. ”

Wang Wenhua wanted to take the words of the short-haired girl and say a few more words, but when the words came to his lips, he saw the sadness that flashed in her eyes, and asked lightly: "Since you are from an intellectual family, your family background should be good." Why did you come out and do this business? ”

"There is no way, I originally studied singing in the art department of the Normal College. I won a good ranking in the city's young singer competition, but that year the song and dance troupe recruited signed actors, but I was replaced! ”

"Tsk, what a pity......"

"Later, someone introduced me to a literary group in the south. I didn't expect that the operating loss and the salary could not be opened, so the sisters embarked on the road of sugar daddy, I was born unlucky, just after a big money, he died in a car accident. It's not ......."

"Oh, it's miserable...... It's not your fault, though. If you want to blame it, blame this society......" Wang Wenhua sighed sympathetically, but he didn't expect the short-haired girl to glance at him with contempt, paused, and whispered:

"Who is not afraid of bad luck, I was a little disappointed and even a little desperate. But I still have my own money, so for the future, let's eat a few years of youth rice first......"

The short-haired girl swallowed back the words she had chosen, she lowered for two seconds, and then regained her bright smile: "Fellow...... Big brother, let's just chat. Don't you want me to do that...... I kind of feel for you. ”

"That's that serious, right?" Wang Wenhua feels that he has been chatting with her normally, without any provocative language and actions, I don't know where her feeling comes from?

"Maybe it's because I met my fellow countryman!" The short-haired girl said her reasons.

"As the saying goes, when a fellow sees a fellow countryman, his eyes are full of tears."

"Why can't it be changed to 'the townsfolk see the fellow and get excited to go to bed'? Let's go! There are single rooms in the hostel opposite. ”

On the wide single bed, Wang Wenhua went with the flow and made out with the short-haired girl. is so familiar with this, if something happens to her, it will be disrespectful to her.

Wang Wenhua walked out of the bathroom with her upper body naked, playing with her hair that had not yet been dried, and saw the lazy and sexy short-haired girl reflected in the fitting mirror. Draped in a bathrobe and holding a slender lady's cigarette between her fingers, she sat at her desk and played with the computer in her room.

The house echoed with the short-haired girl echoing the late singer Teresa Teng's early singing of "Sunflowers":

You are a sunflower

Patches of golden stamens

Confide in the fragrance for whom

For whom do you not turn back?

The smile is so beautiful

The smile is so beautiful

Never bitter tears

I wish I had you with me

I will be with you for the rest of my life

You are a sunflower

Patches of golden stamens

Confide in the fragrance for whom

For whom do you not turn back?

The smile is so beautiful

The smile is so beautiful

Never bitter tears

I wish I had you with me

I will be with you for the rest of my life

"This song is so good, you sing it no less than the original sound."

"Alright, save your sweet words for the next girl."

The short-haired girl smiled lightly at Wang Wenhua, and the tattoo at the base of her thigh loomed and exposed.

"Just now I said that I studied singing from the art department of the Teachers College. He has won a good ranking in the city's young singer competition. Don't you believe it? Oh, keep your eyes open and look at this ......"

As she spoke, the short-haired girl left the computer and opened the video file on her phone.

Wang Wenhua looked over, and the mobile phone display screen played the early singer competition scene of Beiliao TV Station. At that time, it was a well-known variety show. At the beginning, five or six young dancers jumped energetically and jubilantly.

"See?" The short-haired girl pressed the pause button, and the picture froze on the faces of a man and a woman. "This is me, it was my dance partner and boyfriend at the time who hugged me, I still had long hair at that time, and I cut it short after I broke up with him."

"This is me, and this, this, it's all me." The short-haired girl looked proud, and she played several episodes of the show's opening show in quick succession, dressed sexily and dancing roughly the same steps, with very few shots.

"You've really been a dancer."

"Don't look down on people, it's not like you haven't experienced how I jumped on the bed just now."

Wang Wenhua smiled reminiscingly, and his lower body reacted again.

"You are really a cultural person, you say it so well, what a dancer, in fact, you are a backup dancer." β€œ

"It's a pity that not only this show, but I also skipped the opening dance of the provincial satellite TV variety show. However, what I miss the most is the scene when I sang the song "Sunflower".

"Many people have seen my singing from a professional point of view and have given high praise. Actually, I don't have any talent, I can only be regarded as a hobby. The short-haired girl extinguished her cigarette and continued it,

"In the years after graduation, I sang and danced back and forth, went crazy for four years, didn't make any money, lost a body, and tore my ligament once. When I was 20 years old, my partner, my first boyfriend, took all my savings and carried me and my best sister to Beijing. ”

In the expected bloody episode, Wang Wenhua also asked in a clichΓ©:

"Then you ...... How ...... it?"

"You want to ask how I did this business and become a private room lady, right?"

The short-haired girl was not surprised, "I grew up in an intellectual family, my mother died early, my father raised me but was seriously ill and couldn't afford the medical bills, and my younger brother had to pay tuition fees for school, so I came out to drink with him, it's as simple as that." ”

Looking at Wang Wenhuaxin's silent expression, the short-haired girl endured it for less than half a minute, laughing out loud like a child who had succeeded in her prank.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I lied to you, how could I be so unlucky?

"I tell you, don't believe the lady who tells her tragic life story like I just did in the future, this is just a line to deceive the guests into sympathy and ask for a lot of tips.

As for me, the dog man and woman went to Beijing, and I went south. I've just said everything from now on. ”

"People who go to the south are very nostalgic and reluctant to leave. How did you get out of there and come to this great northwest? ”