"You robbed my son, and I will give you 10,000 men."

This is what the old bustard said when Yang Wu'er told her when her father carried her into the kiln on the night of Yang Wu'er's wedding. Wu'er didn't say a word, not a single tear fell, did she hate her father? She doesn't hate, she doesn't have a father, she was born to her mother, her mother has never come to comfort her for so many years, maybe there are too many daughters, no more than her, no less than her.

Wu'er silently looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that the bustard put on a hairpin ring for herself, pinned a hairpin, tied her hair, changed into a gauze and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the arrival of the first of ten thousand men. It's her life, she recognizes. Crying, crying, laughing, life is not the same, she can't resist the arrangement of fate, she has to laugh the brightest.

After five or six years, at the age of her early twenties, she finally met the noble man in her life, a Shanghainese who did business. When he first saw Wu'er shaking a fan on the table, his charming appearance made him deeply intoxicated.

After seeing too many Shanghai women's delicate and small facial features and delicate figures, suddenly a tall and plump, domineering, extremely aggressive and charming Northeast woman appeared in front of her, which was simply a green light in front of her, and "Wow" renovated the past standards for beautiful women.

He smelled a smell on Yang Wu'er, this woman was either a fox fairy or a snake demon in her last life, which man could escape her entanglement?

At first, this Shanghai man lingered night and night, spending a lot of money to fight for Wu'er and laughing, and willingly bowed down under the flower skirt of this beautiful woman. Later, the purse gradually could not hold on, and when he was about to reveal his poor appearance, he opened a big mouth full of yellow teeth, spit out the fragrance of flowers in the kiln, and moved his nose, and turned to sniff the smell of money.

Men have this natural miracle, one nostril smells the fragrance of a woman, and the other nostril smells the smell of copper coins. It really made him smell it, and it was Yang Wu'er who exuded the smell of money.

It's her who is her, he wants to bring Yang Wu'er to Shanghai, and he wants her to be the first dancer in the Shanghai dance hall, so that those Shanghai bosses can open their eyes.

In this way, Wu'er stepped out of the kiln with his front foot and stepped into the dance hall with his back foot. Jumping from puddle to puddle, losing shoes, getting your feet wet, and just soaking in bitter wine for the rest of your life.

When she arrived in Shanghai, she changed her world, and Wu'er changed to a new name of foreign style - Manti, which covered her tall and well-proportioned figure and the charm of looking forward to the flow to the fullest, which was wonderful.

Manti really lived up to her expectations, and under the tutelage of Shanghainese men, she quickly learned how to drink champagne elegantly, how to pretend to be shy, and how to attract the sons and gentlemen of high society. She is ostensibly a dance lady in a dance hall, but in private she is the little lover of this Shanghai man. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with this, anyway, she earns her own money and lives her own life.

Until one day, there was movement in her stomach, crying happily and touching her belly that had not changed much, looking forward to being a mother, at this time, the Shanghai man disappeared for several days, and when he reappeared, the first Wen Cun cooled down, and without explaining anything, Wu'er wanted to take the child, because his wife at home was not happy: a lover can have it, but the child must not have it.

Manti was heartbroken, she could not do anything, she only wanted this child, she wanted to be a mother to redeem herself, and the child was her new life. But why...... Manti didn't want to think about it anymore, it was too painful, her child, her life, nothing could be decided by herself.

Winters in Shanghai are very cold, with cold winds and snow freezing through the heart. Manti dragged her frozen legs through a bustling street, and through the window, the model's fur coat shone with a warm glow, shining warm like the light of a Buddha. She suddenly became in pain, and after only two months of the loss of her child, she resolutely left the dance hall, leaving a firm back to the man who made her unforgettable life.

She no longer works, no longer socializes, always wanders around various shopping malls in Shanghai, what is expensive to buy, clothes are thrown away once worn, jewelry is worn once and lost, she doesn't want anything, nothing belongs to herself, dancing makes enough money, now it's time to spend it, how to waste it, she doesn't care, she has no money and waits to freeze to death and starve.

She thought she could be dashing and wait for death calmly. When the purse is deflated day by day, she starts to panic, what should she do? Winter has come, and there is no food to survive the winter, no clothes to keep out the cold. She looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't recognize it, and she said, "Beauty rhetoric flower word tree." "She's not old, she doesn't want her face to wither.

Wandering in front of the shop window, looking at the fur coat for a long time and unable to take her eyes off, she wants to get this coat back, get back all the things that have been lost, and everything that has been given to others should now be "returned to its rightful owner". Her eyes lit up with a flame of fighting spirit, making her see everything red.

Walking down this street, you will see the largest dance hall in Shanghai, "Fanghua World". Manti looked at the big characters of gold lacquer, looked at the signboard girls on both sides, pursed her lips and smiled, here - this is where she should come, she Yang Manti is the dust as soon as she enters the mortal dust, fate laughs at her, she laughs at fate, see which one can laugh to the end.

It's a pity that the beauty walked step by step to the bright lights, leaving a scattered place of flowers.

She quickly regained her former demeanor, beautiful as Hongxia, demon like a fire fox, stepping on small heels, flowing on the ten-meter dance floor, turning around and turning, dancing with all kinds of men, the intoxicated eyes are breathtaking, the treacherous dance steps are confusing, Manti came to "Fanghua" only ten days, and left a group of dancers behind.

After that, Yang Manti got acquainted with Lin Chengshan, obviously this man has no wife, but she still can't sit in the main room. Bitterness is like a sharp needle, piercing deep into her heart, and after a long time, tears have corroded this needle, stuck to the flesh and blood, and can no longer be pulled out.

Walking alone on the noisy streets, the past comes flooding back to me. The past is unbearable.

The sisters all said that they looked happy because they laughed every day, laughing loudly and happily. In fact, happiness is all superficial, and it is all an illusion that others see. In fact, Manti has never been happy in her heart.

Her heart has already been hollowed out, and she can't fill it up, it is a piece of meat that was dug up by her own relatives, a piece of meat in her heart.

The father ruthlessly broke the family bond between father and daughter and took away his daughter's spiritual sustenance. And he was even more cruel, depriving his children of their lives alive. The poor child, happily conceived in his womb, thought he had found the angel who gave him life and would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Who knows, this angel is a demon angel. She killed herself in the stomach, cut off her head, tore her limbs apart, and threw herself into a strong corrosive chemical potion, it was too cruel!

The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became, and she didn't want to bring it up again. She had to call a car and hurried back to the hotel.

At night, Manti took a bath, spread out her head full of green silk, lit a white candle, Dalin also took a bath and came out, seeing her sitting silently on the chair, looking out the window, and a white candle beside her, knowing that she was sad again. This woman is really troublesome, she is unhappy at both ends for three days, she eats delicacies from the mountains and seas, wears silk and satin, and lives in a big house and is not happy, cheap!

"Manti, what about you?"

"Leave it to me."

"Don't be unhappy, let's do something happy."

The big forest monkey came to Manti, put his arm around her shoulder, and coaxed her to be happy. Manti still looked out the window and replied to him lightly:

"You sleep by yourself, I'll sit for a while—you also nourish your spirit, and you don't get tired every day, and you learn to be like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, can you do the same?"

"Manti, do you dislike me? I'm old, and I'm not trying to satisfy you. ”

Manti rolled her eyes in disgust and dropped a sentence, "You're boring!" He picked up the white candle alone, stood up, and walked to the guest room with a "huff", leaving Dalin alone in the bedroom.

Dalin didn't care about her, and lay down by himself. Hmph, the more coaxing a woman is, the more problems she has, and the bigger her temper, let her go and let her be calm and calm alone.

Wine, white candles, deep night, Manti dressed in white, bent on her knees, sat on the edge of the window, took a glass of red wine, drank it sullenly, and looked at the window, expecting—hey, what to expect!

There are so many children in this world, and children are born every day and every night, why is there no one who belongs to him? Dalin is right, raising cats and dogs, fish and birds can also bring happiness, you can dress them up like daughters, especially when they give birth to cubs, that feeling is as excited as being a grandparent. But ah, where can this compare to raising children? It's two different things!

I haven't raised a child, I haven't given birth to a child, but I can be regarded as pregnant. When I was two months old, I felt the child's heartbeat with my pulse, like a ball, "plopping", that feeling was wonderful! It's been five months, and my hands, feet, and feet have grown up, and I'm turning heels in my stomach vigorously, making people scared, for fear that the child will accidentally fall out.

Child, you eventually left your mother's belly, swam out like a fish, and died.

In just six months, the fate with the child has come to an end. When the nurse took you out, Mom only saw that you were covered in hoarfrost, like a persimmon in autumn. This salt water is too poisonous.

Your little house is soaked in poisonous water, but you still hold on to the umbilical cord and refuse to leave, desperately hiding in your mother's belly...... The poisonous water didn't poison you after all, you were pinched out by the cold clamps and placed in the tray by the operating table, "Wow-" cried out, shaking your little hands to ask your mother to save you.

But it was too late, the doctor gave you a shot of poison, and you couldn't cry anymore, and the poison left in your mother's stomach couldn't be washed away.

Oops, this heartache -