The success of the forty-year-old is to no longer quarrel with his in-laws, because the husband will not look for three, because the annual income and expenditure are generally balanced, because the child is healthy and spends less money to study well, and when he buys things at the original price at a three-fold price, he doesn't have to eat in the bowl and worry about the pot...... Forty-year-olds will no longer talk about their careers, beliefs, and dreams.

In their sales and business business, Ma Guiying has never seen any ghosts and ghosts, and it is already successful to be able to maintain normal and almost; If you can keep up with the floating housing prices and the overwhelming prices, you must be considered a success; If two people push a family from one generation to the next without illness or disaster, this is a success.

Success at the age of forty is obviously very low and the standard is very low, but it is very difficult to achieve.

Recalling the hardships and humiliations when she first entered the industry, Ma Guiying is hard to say. To be in this situation, I'm afraid it's the limit of her life. How big will a Rao life stage be? The stage of mediocrity is so small that even the vast majority of people can't find their own stage in their lifetime. Manager Ma's stage is full of all kinds of calculating people, ugly things, and strange companies, and I have gotten used to it for a long time. On the stumbling stage, some people came to perform and some people were watching, and it was a great honor.

Yes, she lived to be forty years old, and the pattern of her life is only so big. In this way, she still has to maintain and provide for it well, rely on it to support her family, and rely on it to live a mundane life.

What is there in the world that is enough to please a middle-aged man who is declining in every way? Harmonious love? Excellent good boy? Smooth sailing with a stable career? A social network where various resources can be exchanged amicably...... Ma Guiying didn't know what else could please her and save her besides money.

The so-called middle age is half of a long life, half of which is left, the first half is confused and lost, and the second half continues to be confused and lost. Forty years old, just on that dividing line.

Gui Ying tried her best, but she always felt that she couldn't exert her strength. Every time I lay down to breathe, listening to my heavy and rough gasps, I couldn't help but think of the years before her mother-in-law (grandma is called mother-in-law in Shaanxi dialect) before she left. Isn't this the breathing that only older people have? Young Rao's breathing is light, but she has not yet passed her fortieth birthday, and she has begun to breathe and wheez, and she is unable to do so.

Recently, there has been obvious endocrine disorders, pimples on her face, and the smell of fox under her armpits has become serious again, and eating Haisai has caused the platoon to be much better, and after a good night's sleep, she is the female tiger general who has been resurrected with full blood. But in the middle of a good night's sleep, it seems that there are many, many jobs, many, many sorrows, and many, many anxious powerlessness......

When another cigarette was finished, she pulled out a new one.

Pink cigarette handle, snow-white slender body, fragrant and unique smoke ...... This is a brand-name cigarette she prepared for female customers. A few years ago, she met a female boss who never left her cigarettes, and when she inspected the factory, she specially prepared good women's cigarettes, but the female boss did not smoke, but smoked them all these years. Five or seven packs a year, and sometimes a few packs of cigarettes are often smoked in one go in a given month. I am afraid that my family will know that Gui Ying will spread the smell of smoke in the car for a long time, even if Zhiyuan smells it, he thinks that it is the smell of smoke on the customer's body.

I'm so tired! In the past few years, Gui Ying has been like a child who will never get enough sleep, and it is hateful that she will never get enough rest. The very heavy sleep I had when I was a child, and the feeling of being as light as a swallow after waking up is gone. The fat aunt smoked and cried quietly, and the cigarette was wet with tears. Gui Ying extinguished the cigarette butt and threw the cigarette handle, and fanned the smoke in his mouth with the advertising paper in the car.

The scalp is always tense, like ischemia on the brain, and the whole person has no way to stretch or loosen, as if only drinking alcohol can relieve her. Every time she drinks, she is no longer her. The drunk Ma Guiying is like a 2.0 upgraded version of herself, she dares to talk about anything, that Ma Guiying talks and laughs freely, and that Ma Guiying uses wine to perfectly isolate reality.

Fan smoke's arm can't be opened, because the arm is too thick, because the clothes are too tight. Ma Guiying really wants to wear a loose tie around her neck like a man to make herself comfortable. However, she did not have a tie, but her neck was tightly strangled. She longs for the peace of the past, the beauty of the future, and the joy of the distant to save her present self.

The fat girl Rao's appearance and personality give people a stereotypical illusion, as if she does not need care and attention, as if she is naturally strong and intelligent. The funny thing is that she often creates this illusion for herself, thinking that she can do anything. In fact, her vulnerability and incompetence are known only to herself.

If it weren't for the necessary work needs, I'm afraid she would be the least eager or shouting in this house. She doesn't need a lot of expenses, no other hobbies, and no particularly obsessed meals or passionately pursued brands. When did the girl who used to be delicate, daring, smart, confused, lively and naughty, and always self-centered in Majiatun become a person who never screamed pain and never screamed?

She is angry with her son for buying shoes - always looking for her to ask for money when he buys big things, and she complains that she is always taking the initiative to solve the big economic crisis at home. Doomed, once she appears in front of the two children, she must be a capable mother; Once she appeared in front of Teacher He, she was of course rumored to be a capable wife. Sometimes even she can't tell whether she's really capable or she's holding on.

Gui Ying is not happy to stay alone, she urgently needs a comrade-in-arms, even if it is a comrade-in-arms who is unwilling to contribute money but is willing to share her current overall crisis! She hopes that someone will work with her, and that someone can take over the baton in her hand to continue to support the backbone of the family, but it's a pity.

Gui Ying hopes that a grander trend can lead her, so that she doesn't need to think, just do it. If everyone didn't have to think and just worked, then life would be so simple.

It's really unlucky, everything is not going well. was stabbed in the back by Li Fang's calculations, ruthlessly criticized by Joden, who was a few years old, for her lack of management ability and incompetence for the position of manager, and was tossed in vain by customers who took advantage of her bargains...... Pile by pile, put together and fight her.

She was crushed. She lost this battle silently.

After eleven o'clock, Gui Ying put away her grievances and sadness, and prepared to go home with the smell of smoke again. From her age, she can cry for her mother, for her eldest brother and second brother, for her son and daughter, for Zhiyuan or her mother-in-law, but she almost never cries for herself. There was nothing worth crying about, and what was worth crying about had already been done by her before she shed tears. She's strong, strong to the point of numbness.

"I can control my stress, I can control my life, I have full control over my work...... Fuck the personnel department that looks like a decoration, fuck Li Fang who speaks ill of her on the pedals (Mr. Qian Joden), fuck the pedals that target her, fuck the wilted turtle that she can't do, fuck the Anke exhibition that fights openly and secretly, fuck the unscrupulous customer who forces her to drink and hint at her gifts, go fuck and sign a contract to meet the broken company who repents to the old lady, go fuck the bullshit customer who takes advantage and gets cheap and doesn't sign the contract ......"

"I can control my pressure, I can control my life, I have full control over my work, I have the ability to win customers who can't take it, and I can completely control my ......emotions at any time," Ma Guiying said to the cement pillar outside the car, her mouth full of words.

After a long period of time, wiping away tears, Gui Ying continued to be like a witch - her eyes were closed, her right hand was on her chest, and her mouth was full of words: "I can control my pressure, I can control my life, I have full control over my work, I can end fragility and loss of control at any time, I can decide how much money I earn for what I do, I won't let failure, chaos, and negative emotions abuse me......"

Here it is again - the Ma's brainwashing method.

Whenever she falls into despair and negativity, Ma Guiying always uses this brainwashing method to explain herself, and after a long time, this trick seems to be quite effective.

I don't know how many times I silently read it in the car like a nervous disorder, and I felt that my mood was stable, and Gui Ying opened the door and got out of the car. Stepping on the high heels of the worn feet, holding the broad Taishan waist, enduring the stinky and sour water in the abdomen, like a lame person, like a banshee, walked into the antelope ladder, tinkered with his thinning and unkempt hair in the elevator, and went home.

This night, the old horse waited anxiously, and thought of all kinds of methods, just hoping that someone would come back to discuss, after all, he rarely interacted with people in big cities, after all, the old man really didn't know how to deal with kindergarten teachers. At half past ten, the boy came back, and when he got home, he took a shower first. Not long after Zhiyuan also came back, he changed his shoes and first cleaned up the clothes and sheets that Guiying had dried yesterday, and finally saw that he had stopped, and when Lao Ma asked him to talk about the child, who thought that Zhiyuan had already taken a bath in the bathroom of their room.

At half past eleven, finally, the baby's mother Gui Ying yawned, swayed, and came back with a strange smell. Lao Ma accosted her at close range in the name of drinking water, and saw that she was wrinkled and sweaty, her eyes were swollen and black, her face was white and weak, and she walked without the slightest strength, and shouted that she had a headache and dizziness when she entered the door...... In such a situation, Lao Ma swallowed all the words that came to his mouth.

After falling asleep at night, Lao Ma felt sorry for Gui Ying so tired that he couldn't sleep. After a lifetime of farm work, he could judge the physical exertion, and only then did he see the extreme mental fatigue on Gui Ying's face, and he looked a little crazy. The more Lao Ma cherishes the current Yangyang, the more he worries about his Yingying.

When she got home, she yawned frequently along the way, and after lying down without removing her makeup or changing clothes at the moment, Gui Ying couldn't sleep again. She didn't dare to move, while listening to Zhiyuan's snoring, she repeated thinking about the stumbles and grovelling at Jinbai's work like a dead machine, and she didn't know what time in the morning she fell asleep.

October 15, early Tuesday morning, before Lao Ma had time to get down to business with Gui Ying, the family left again. It seems that the matter of the baby being bullied can only be handled by him, the grandfather. After making up his mind in the morning, Lao Ma sent the child to school. After entering the kindergarten at half past seven, Lao Ma deliberately left some handles, first went to the neighborhood for a quick breakfast, and then turned back to the kindergarten.

"What are you doing?" The old man of the doorman asked.

"I forgot my baby's clothes and water cup, and the child can't do it if he doesn't drink water!" The old horse spread out his water glass and the coat hidden in his pocket in advance, and his face showed an anxious and concerned expression.

"Go, go, go!" The uniformed doorman waved his hand and motioned for the old horse to enter.

Countless times I have seen Yangyang enter the kindergarten, and I have already felt through the doors and windows of the child's class. At this moment, according to the arrangement of their kindergarten, it is time for the child to have breakfast and play. The old horse pinched a little and went straight to the second room of the middle class on the second floor, and when he arrived in the room, he saw a group of broken dolls scattered around like ants, playing in twos and threes. The old horse found Yangyang at one of them and shouted at her, "Bao'er, you thing!" ”

The loud and chic voice instantly caught the attention of all four-year-olds.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Yang took things along the wall around the long way, and then his eyes were stunned.

"Who's the new dancer in your class?" The old leader bowed his waist and asked the children with a smile.

The three girls pointed their hands at a boy under the west window of the classroom - a red coat, white sneakers, and a yellow peaked cap. The old horse walked towards the boy, pointed at him and raised his chin and asked, "Are you new here?" ”

Fang Qitao, who had a white and tender face, was squatting on the ground and looking up at the old man, and when he saw the adult asking, he slowly stood up and nodded yes.

"You're sitting with my baby—Yangyang—aren't you?" The old horse pointed to the stupid ripple of a meter away.

Fang Qitao glanced at the burly old man, and nodded again.

Seeing him nodding, Lao Ma made up his mind, so he changed his tone and said loudly: "The injury on Yangyang's body, did you hit it?" ”

In the otherwise quiet classroom, you can't even hear the sound of breathing.

Fang Qitao shook his head in fright.

The old horse then stretched out his left hand, grabbed Fang Qitao's collar with his big palm, lifted the boy into the air, raised it to a height of two feet above the ground, and then pointed his right index finger at Fang Qitao's nose, and asked in a voice like a bell: "Is it that you hit the rippling?" ”

Fang Qitao, whose feet were swinging back and forth like the tail of a fish to be pickled, was instantly stunned when he learned that he was looking for him, and all the friends in the classroom were stupid. Fang Qitao didn't dare to admit it, nor did he dare to deny it, he protected his chest with his two hands, he didn't dare to face the old man, let alone avoid it, his eyelids and feet kept flashing.

The old horse shook the rabbit cub in the air, and asked, "Did you hit it?" ”

"It's He Yiyang who he hit, I saw it!" At this time, Yangyang's best friend, Miao Miao, stood up to testify. The girl's feet were majestic, and after the peach mouth finished speaking, she worked hard, looking at Grandpa Yangyang, and pointed at Fang Qitao with her hand.

"Not yet!" The old horse roared roughly, and his left hand shook again. This sound was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and all the sheep were shaken.

Fang Qitao, who was held up in the air, saw that he was being testified, so he was afraid to admit it and nodded.

"Is it you and my baby, if she tells the teacher or the parents, you throw her off this building and gouge out her eyes-no!" The old horse made a slap gesture with his right hand.

Fang Qitao nodded in fright. The other friends in the classroom trembled—biting hands, shrinking heads, grinning, dodging.

"Listen to me, brute, if you move her again, I'll throw you down this stairs!" Chop off your legs again! Do you hear that? The old horse threatened.

Fang Qitao's facial features were wide open, his hands were swinging, and he begged for mercy in a soft voice: "Don't dare, don't dare......"

Seeing that he was red-faced and red-eared, the old horse couldn't breathe, so he let him go. Then the index finger of his right hand circled the classroom, pointing and pointing with a dark face and shouting: "If anyone dares to bully Yangyang again in the future, I will chop off someone's hand!" ”

In the colorful classroom, there is silence.

Seeing this, the old horse made a frightened grimace, patted the seam of his trousers, and shook his hand away.

The whole process, a dumb and stupid classmate He Yiyang, when his grandfather came out of the classroom, he still remained motionless, with his hands clenched into fists to protect his chest. When the friends saw the adults leaving, more than 20 people rushed over to surround He Yiyang, constantly praising and flattering.

"He Yiyang, is that person your grandfather?" The mushroom-headed friend leaned over and asked.

"He Yiyang, your grandfather is so fierce!" The bespectacled fat man yelled at the waves.

"He Yiyang, I won't beat you, you tell your grandfather that I never beat you!" The short boy in the flower shirt came over to make a statement.

"He Yiyang, can I be friends with you?" The pigtailed girl stepped forward and took Yangyang's hand.

"He Yiyang ......"

He Yiyang, who was usually left out in the cold, suddenly became a popular star in the class, and the classmates were unconsciously a little afraid of her and a little scolding her, and they all wanted to play with her. The star in the crowd seemed to be slightly relieved at the moment, although she was surrounded by her classmates, she looked at the boy not far away with red eyes and cowering - Fang Qitao.

Two teachers who had finished breakfast in the kitchen of the kindergarten rushed to hear the sound, and when they went upstairs, one of the teachers saw that the old horse was familiar and asked him: "This parent, do you have anything to do here?" Which friend's parent are you? ”

"Ah...... I'm He Yiyang's grandfather, something's wrong! That's it! The old horse stroked his gray hair, scratched his eyebrows, patted the railing and walked away.

The young female teacher entered the classroom, and the students rushed to report the situation, and when the teacher checked He Yiyang, who was reddened in a few places, he glared at Fang Qitao, who was aggrieved and afraid in the corner, and explained to his friends a few major rules of friendly relationship, and the matter passed.

Lao Majin, who finished the big event, was very happy, and when he ate fried noodles at noon, he ate an extra meat bun. The old village chief bared his teeth in the pile of broken children in the morning, don't be a fart child with a bad mouth, I'm afraid that the two poles and hooligans will be scared when they see it.

When picking up Yangyang after school in the afternoon, Lao Ma looked for Fang Qitao in the crowd and was stunned. It turned out that the brave Fang Qitao hid in the classroom and didn't dare to come out, and only came out to find his grandmother when Grandpa Yangyang left. Other friends boldly greeted Yangyang and Yangyang's grandfather, and boldly took a detour to school

"This time, Cheng Group was able to participate in the exhibition, thanks to Song Dong! Come to Chen, pour wine and pour wine, I toast Song Dong with a glass! Li Yubing, who was dressed in a black and white suit, raised her body slightly, drank a glass of red wine, and then looked at Song Dong and smiled lightly.

At nine o'clock in the evening, there are dozens of dishes at the large round table, and people on both sides sit facing each other. Cheng Group came to the table with Song Dong, the newly appointed marketing director Huang Zong, market planning Cao and market research Cai; On the side of Ankezhan are Li Yubing, Ma Guiying, Long Shisheng and Chen. A table of people is tall, short, fat and thin, all of them are full of oil, and those who eat meat eat meat, those who taste tea taste tea, and those who drink wine...... The same topic showed all kinds of micro-expressions in 778 Ao.

"Oh, it's still the old money who is always magnificent, just give us a seminar! I knew that I would have had dinner with Mr. Li! Song Dong smiled and drank half a glass of wine.

"Come, I'll toast Mr. Huang! First, I would like to congratulate Mr. Huang on taking over the work of marketing supervisor, and secondly, I wish our cooperation between the two sides in the future! In the future, no matter what happens to the exhibition, Rhubarb will always contact me directly! Come on, come and have a drink! Ma Guiying finished the wine for the two skirts and drank it.

After the big-bellied Mr. Huang and the big-bellied Manager Ma finished drinking, Mr. Huang opened his mouth: "The theme of this seminar is that Manager Ma will help us become a staff officer, don't be heavy with the theme of other companies' meetings, and then help us pull more professional audiences, the key is to trouble the reporters and editors of our magazine to take some photos and write reports, and then forward and forward them on the platforms on both sides of us!" This time, I have to ask Manager Ma for this matter! Come on, come on, I'll toast Manager Ma! The two of them had another drink.

After the two of them finished drinking, Cao and Cai also came over to toast Guiying, Manager Ma didn't want to dismiss other people's face, and most of the people who came to the public toast on the wine table did not refuse.

Long Shisheng, who loves to joke, was specially invited by Ma Guiying to create an atmosphere this time, and his few meat jokes, the news of several companies, and the lace news of several industry bigwigs instantly drove a table of people.

From seven o'clock in the evening to the present, Manager Ma, who had drunk a few rounds early and floated up, saw that the phone was just right, and went to pour wine for Song Dong again, and then spoke: "Anke Exhibition is the first exhibition in the industry, and Cheng is the leader in the industry. Thousands of companies in the industry are staring at it! No! Next year's exhibition is a good location, seminar or something, I will give Cheng to Song Dong you to keep, next year Cheng Group if you can't find someone to contact, then I can call Song Dong directly! Don't bother me! Song Dong, the origin of French red wine, come to me to respect you, maybe I will have to bother you a lot in the future! Manager Ma, who had stood for a long time, waited for Chen to finish pouring the wine, and in order to show his sincerity, he first drank a glass of white, and then shook the empty glass with a smile.

"Oh, Mr. Li, your manager Ma is well-known in the industry for being able to drink! When everyone mentions Anke Exhibition, who doesn't know Ma Guiying! This time I was derelict in my duties, the previous Mr. Zhang suddenly resigned, I really forgot about the exhibition here! Song Dong slapped the table and raised his head to make a drink.

"Hey, yes, yes! You've changed a lot this time! Li Yubing nodded slightly.

"Not really! are all picking up stalls and leaving responsibilities, who still remembers the exhibition! Song Dong deliberately squeezed his eyes.

Gui Ying had already laughed in her heart, she had to listen carefully to such a hypocritical conversation. Crazy layoffs, stock prices plummeted, executives left...... Recently, all kinds of bad news have frequently broken out in the stormy Cheng, and this difficulty has long been different from the past. In order to rub off on various discounts and enjoy free help, this exhibition has bowed their heads, begged, and stretched out here by Mr. Qian and Mr. Li. No wonder Mr. Lao Qian sat down for less than thirty minutes tonight and left the table.

was originally a simple business talk, but it was mixed with too much vanity and face. Anke Exhibition and Cheng Group can facilitate today's gathering, and both sides have made great efforts. The previous contact, Mr. Zhang, left with the original senior management team, and Li Yubing, who returned from Hunan to attend the meeting, received feedback from Gui Ying and personally asked Mr. Qian to call the other party as soon as possible. Mr. Qian finished talking about business at the dinner table in a few words, and then he was led by the secretary to another banquet.

In the evening, Lao Ma still wanted to show off the matter of the rabbit cub to Zhiyuan, who did not come to Wu, or to show off with Gui Yingxian, who was a Taoist, but on Tuesday night, they waited until eleven o'clock, and the two still did not come back. Approaching midnight, the septuagenarian who had just fallen asleep was waiting for a call from his son-in-law, who said that Gui Ying had drunk too much - stomach bleeding and was going to be hospitalized.

In the middle of the night, the old horse in a white vest and big pants smoked five or six pots of hookah in one go, and waited for him to wait until it was clear.