I, Yi Zhizhi, female, just turned 25 years old.

On my left arm, there is a deep smoke scar. Every summer, I don't shy away from putting on my tank top and hot pants and hanging out on the streets.

I don't mind people calling me a scoundrel, a thug.

Because, I'm not.

The name of that scar is - cannon fodder. It has never left me since it was in my body when I was 22 years old.

Some people say that women who dare to be cruel to themselves cannot be underestimated.

I don't know if a cigarette scar is ruthless, anyway, because of this scar, I cried for half a month. The heart and the scar hurt to the bone.

I didn't end up being who I wanted to be. The only difference from when I was 22 years old is that the men around me have changed from one to many.

Some people call me **, some people secretly scold me for being a vixen, some people think this woman is scheming, and some people think I'm stupid.

Yes, I'm pretty stupid. I was on the street with an average of 3,000 people a day, and I rejected a romantic proposal with 999 roses and a man who looked like a dog.

The fairy is a very interesting old lady, she has the special ability to know the world without leaving the house. As soon as I entered the door with my front feet, a fairy's voice wafted in the smoky living room: If you don't do it, you won't die, and those who have water in their brains will look like you.

I kicked my high heels and threw them in a corner of the shoe cabinet, climbed barefoot on another sofa, pulled one out of the fairy's cigarette case, and the fairy's eyes squinted at me, tacitly threw the lighter over, and then sighed leisurely.

The fairy is my mother, a strange old woman. Smoking, drinking, playing mahjong and making men, everything is good. I never called her mom because she had sent me a signal since I was a child: she was a fairy in the sky.

Because I came out of her belly, this relationship between the fairy and the female ** silk began strangely. My relationship with her is like the jumbled curves of my palm, very entangled.

As soon as I took a sip, the fairy spoke lazily again: "Who, you will marry me this year." I got along with the dancing Lao Liu, and he will move in in a few days.

I'm used to her romances, I looked her up and down a few times, and then said: No wonder I've been so coquettish recently, it turns out that I'm having a second spring.

She immediately laughed, threw the cigarette butt in my face, and then said: If you are interested, hurry up and find a man to marry, you are in this family, it is inconvenient for me to find a man.

Look, it's such an old woman with wrong views. In order to soak an old man, he can take his own daughter out.

I was a little weakly decadent, cooked dinner for the fairy, changed into a sundress, and wandered out.

Another Sunday night, I put on a wig, put on heavy makeup, and turned into a resident singer in a brightly lit bar, roaring "Hi Song" in a hoarse voice, in fact, I couldn't get high at all in my heart.

A senior female hooligan has a past that is not in line with others, such as me, such as a fairy.

I loved the fairy, and though my stepmother's actions sometimes made me indignant, I still loved her more than myself.

Because I know this woman's past. When one person learns about another person's bloodstained past, there is something called pity in that sympathy. She has suffered for me.

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