How many ups and downs do you have to have, people will become hard-hearted, from a sincere child, maybe it is really not a bumpy thing, after all, the most beautiful thing, it is like a ridiculous little story, it is torn apart.

In the end, how many ups and downs will be there before people will become kind again.

The life of the peaks and loops is the most important thing, and it is good to insist on living.

A week ago, she was desperate and almost wanted to die, but in the blink of an eye, everything was enthusiastic. As the villain said, the cemetery might not really be loved by anyone, so she quickly got the job she wanted, and although the income was pitiful, it was a place where she could mix until retirement, not only Babe, but also Babe's mother.

That job is like a housekeeper, to be honest, it really doesn't make people live quickly, and every day with a mop rag, Bei Bei feels worthless.

It was a very large room, at the end of a corridor in the office area, behind an antique wooden door, like the private space of some big man. On the first day of work, Director Yang of the office brought her here, which was really eye-opening.

After working for half a month, Bei Bei found a delicate object, on the wenge wood shelf on the left side of the boss's desk, in the middle of the inconspicuous shelf, there was a small hidden compartment in it, hollowed out carved in the middle of the shelf, you have to lower your head to see it.

She cat bent down, from the bottom up, the nest is an enamel floating green box, she gently poked two fingers, the box out of the inside, cold and cold, held in the palm of the hand, is a square guy, the four corners are round and transparent, there is a delicate small lid on it, open a look, jaw-dropping, in the end is a real baby.

The box was so small that it wasn't the size of a palm, and the enamel lid on it was tightly embedded in the box, and it opened with a light touch, and the key was the painting inside, which was really vivid.

A Qing Dynasty man with long braids, he showed his upper body, thick and strong back, but he was a white-faced student, his pants faded below his knees, he pinched his braids in his hands, and looked down at the girl who stepped on beside him.

Bei Bei was startled, it was the first time she saw the real Spring Palace bowl, she was so surprised that she was a little embarrassed, she hurriedly closed the lid and put it back, her heart fluttering.

After that, she didn't think much about it, and when she entered the room to work, she would always think of the little bowl, which she couldn't see clearly, but now she always glanced at it casually, and there it was, and she couldn't remember what the men and women in the spring palace bowl looked like, but she couldn't shake off the girl's crimson cheeks, and the temptation that there was nowhere to put between her legs.

In a world of constant materialism, treating money as dung is not chic, at best it is enviable. Jingmei sat on the rattan chair opposite with a handful of snot and tears, people are used to using money to measure feelings, how much money can be afforded to prove how deep the relationship is, it seems that anything can be settled with money, even if it is someone else's wife, it doesn't matter, isn't there a movie, it seems to be called Apple?

Jingmei's sister is the apple, she was handled by a black and coarse man in her own home, and the man just threw a wad of money to Jingmei's brother-in-law when he left, I heard that it was not too much. The old man in the green hat took the money and didn't dare to move, maybe he didn't give the money, and he didn't necessarily dare to move when he saw the stout man who gave him a hat to wear.

The black man admired art, and his black T-shirt was very tight, outlining his slightly sagging chest muscles like a plump woman. The cutwork design on the back of the T-shirt reveals the same black and yellow reddish flesh inside. He slung to the cigarette roll and looked at the shivering little man under the bed, his eyelids pressed together helplessly.

This husband is too thin, he doesn't have more than 100 pounds to pinch it, he can barely see his legs in his beige slacks, and when he saw Da Hei Rough waiting for his answer, he turned his head sideways to look at his daughter-in-law, and he didn't even dare to ask a question.

Jingmei's sister is called Jingli, almost seven years younger than Jingmei, she looks very similar to Jingmei, but she is more beautiful than Jingmei.

She got up and took the money, * dressed, the skin was attractive, fair and smooth, exquisite, the little man trembled and didn't look at her carefully, until the black man reached out and patted her round and upturned buttocks, Jing Li didn't care at all, and counted carefully.

One after another, she clicked on the brush, she was very careful, and when she encountered something she couldn't read, she took it out to check it against the light, no matter how many people there were in the room, it didn't matter to her.

After a long time, she finished counting, and her slender fingers laboriously put together the big Luo money, poured it neatly in her hand, pointed to the thick black man and said, "No, add it three times." ”

Bei Bei is about to meet her heavenly pride, the opening of her love, to be honest, she can't tell until today, what is his feelings, she only knows, from the beginning, when she thinks of him, she feels warm.

His name is Qin Tian, he is a surgeon, a young operating room doctor, he once said that being a doctor is a talent, he was born to be a doctor, so he has been doing it.

For a long time, she identified the person as Qin Tian, he was like the new style of the season that she couldn't afford on the window shelf, close in front of her eyes, as if she could reach out and touch it, but it was always through a layer of glass, flirting from afar. Maybe without Qin Tian, everything wouldn't have turned out like this.