I followed Jiajia into the villa where she was staying.

As soon as I entered the room, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Jiajia's home is decorated with extremely natural and fresh decoration.

"Your home is decorated in a rustic style!" I laughed.

"I can see it," Jiajia said with a smile, "I like this fresh decoration style, that is, I want to show the pastoral atmosphere through decoration; Close to nature, showing a simple life atmosphere; Return to nature, not meticulous; We strive for a primitive and simple natural beauty that does not need any pretensions. ”

"It's beautiful," I said seriously, "the cotton texture, the small checks, the uniform stripes, the floral pattern, the cotton lace, these elements are the hallmarks of the pastoral style!" ”

"Your aesthetic is good," Jiajia said with clear eyes, "Have you ever been to the villa before?" ”

"No," I told the truth, "in my career in Beipiao, the mysterious and luxurious villa area seems to be far away from my world, not to mention the fate to get close, almost never dreamed of it." If it weren't for the fact that one of the editorial offices of the book company I work with now is in the villa area of Dragon City Garden, I don't think I would have been able to enter this legendary unattainable place. ”

"You sit still," Jiajia said, getting up, "but don't move, if you do, Jack won't agree!" ”

"I know," I chuckled, "do you want to put your hands up again?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiajia said and turned to another room.

Jack crouched in front of me, looking at me with big eyes.

I simply closed my eyes, not daring to make eye contact with it.

"Open your eyes!" Jiajia said as she walked up to me, holding two thick hundred-yuan bills in her hands, "This is your advance payment for writing my story into a book, and I will give you 30,000 yuan after I finish writing!" Do you believe in my sincerity now? ”

"Believe is believe," I said tentatively, looking at Jiajia's big eyes and long eyelashes, "but it requires me to know a lot about you!" ”

"We have time," Jiajia said with a smile, "You can stay here at night and get to know!" ”

"You're really not making fun of me?" I asked, still a little puzzled.

"If you believe it, just say yes," Jiajia smiled, "If you don't believe it, pull it down!" ”

"I believe it!" I happily said, "So, start asking you to tell me your story, okay!" ”

"Okay!" Jiajia said seriously, "I'll give you a rough idea today, and when you go back, you can think about it first, and then we'll talk about the details slowly!" ”

"Okay," I said with a smile, "let's get started!" ”

Jiajia began to speak in a calm tone.

I sat on the couch and listened.

Jack stared at me with a warlike eye.

God, before you know it, it's dark.

Jiajia was talking, and my mind was sorting out and processing.

The story told by Jiajia seems to be a story that has nothing to do with her:

My parents divorced when I was sixteen.

Before the age of sixteen, they all loved me very much, and they liked me very much; They hired a tutor for me and asked me to attend a dance class...... At that time, my dream was to be admitted to the art academy, to be an actor in the future, to sing my favorite songs, and to dance my favorite dances; They were so nice to me back then, buying me the best things to eat, making me wear the most beautiful clothes, and so many cute toys...... I don't understand, why was everything that belonged to me changed overnight?

I lost everything!

They were clamoring for a divorce, they smashed my piano, and they threw my rag doll downstairs too! I called him Daddy, he said he wasn't my Daddy, he said he didn't know who I was! The court asked me to follow my mother, but there was another strange man in my mother's house, and she asked me to call this strange man Daddy! If I don't scream, my mom gets angry. That man was going to hug me and kiss me while my mom was away, and he was still touching me! If I didn't agree, he pressed me to the bed; When he undresses me, I kick him; When he kissed me, I bit his tongue; He hit me, and then I stabbed him with scissors...... I don't know why my mom asked me to call him dad.

I went to my father and he said he wasn't my father anymore.

My father, whom I had been calling for more than ten years, lived with another woman.

I started walking the streets with my bag on my back.

No one knows, what's going on in my mind? Nobody cares, what's going on in my mind? I slept with my classmates, and at first they were nice to me; Then I knocked on the door, and they wouldn't open it; I stood at the door for a long, long time, and no one came out.

No one paid any attention to me, as if I had become a Sweeper!

With my bag on my back, I started wandering aimlessly on the street by myself, not knowing where to go.

Walking around until midnight, I felt cold and hungry. A man in his forties came over and said he had invited me to a late-night snack. I followed him, and I didn't even see what he looked like before I went with him. He asked me what I was eating? I said I wanted to eat rice balls. He treated me to a bowl and then took me to a building and raped me. Actually, it's not called rape, when I was naked and stripped naked, I didn't kick him, I didn't bite him, I didn't think about stabbing him with a knife, I had a fruit knife in my bag, but I didn't do that.

He picked me up and threw me on the bed like a fish on the beach. Under his fat body, I felt like a fish, a fish out of the water, a fish that was superfluous no matter how much struggle I had.

His bowl of dumplings turned me into a woman, a sixteen-year-old little woman.

I really became a fish, swimming around in the tank he gave me, and I could never go back to the waters I used to have. In fact, it is more like a dog, tied by him, played by him, and sometimes beaten by him. The dog needs bones, and I need the money he can live on......

Every time I slept with him, I sat alone on the windowsill. He lives in a very high place, and he can see almost the whole of Beijing, and he can also see my school. However, I never went back to the classroom. I was a little sad and wanted to cry, but I couldn't; When I wasn't crying, I felt my tears flow uncontrollably. Every time it was time for the end of school, I would sit on the windowsill and watch the crowd at the school gate. In the past, every ten minutes late after school, my parents would rush to the school gate to look for me, but now they won't look for me, and they won't look for me when I die.

Many times, I hesitated at the school gate with my school bag on my back, but I never had the courage to go in. I was a member of the class and I wanted to go to class and play with them, but I really didn't have the courage to go in. No one can tell me what I should do then? It's like no one can see the crying of the sixteen-year-old woman who was no longer a girl, who used to sit on the high balcony and wept.

I'm not a girl anymore.

I didn't have the books in my bag, they had been torn up and thrown in the trash, and there were only cosmetics and condoms. I don't want that delicate and expensive little leather bag he bought me, I like to carry my little bag on my back. I need these as much as he needs me. I started wearing heavy makeup, I didn't want anyone to see me for what I really was, and no one could see what I looked like through the thick powder, just like no one knew what was going on in my mind.

I smoked a cigarette and snorted as I took the man my father's age and knocked on my father's door, and then my mother's door. I'd love to show them what I look like! They all opened the door and slapped me. My face hurts, but my heart feels happy.

Later, I left him.

I don't want to be chained like a dog anymore.

I thought about getting a job, but no one wanted me because I didn't even have an ID card. I dragged someone to get a fake certificate, and then I was hungry all day looking for a job...... I really can't find a suitable job, all I can do is be a lady; But I can't even do well, because I really don't want to see that strange ugly face; I don't want to see those strange ugly faces, but I approach those strange ugly faces again and again......

Jiajia cried as she spoke.

She cried and cried and began to laugh inexplicably again.

She smiled wriekingly, like a pale and bleak flower blooming in the gloom.

I wanted to gently hug Jiajia and gently wipe away the tears from her face. But as soon as I saw Jack's look of stagnation, I knew what the price would be for me to stretch my arm. I want to say something to Jiajia, but I don't know what to say?

I can't tell if Jiajia's story is true or false?

However, whether her story is true or not, I can imagine what kind of choices a little girl who was abandoned by her parents at the age of sixteen and thrown into society will make when faced with this materialistic city. Can I imagine what a little girl who is disappointed in her family, sad about her parents, and helpless will think when she walks alone on a cold, empty street in the middle of the night. What will others think of her?