Chapter 1: Blind Date (1)
The big LCD TV was on, and two meters away from it sat me stuffing potato chips into my mouth. My mother's extremely unhappy voice came from the eardrum: "Ye Wenjing, can't you watch TV less for a while?" Take it, it's an appointment for tonight. ”
My boss took the photo and glanced at it in displeasure, "Ah, it's too old!" "I haven't come out of the emotional trauma yet, and I really don't have much interest in starting a new relationship. However, the older woman was twenty-eight, and I didn't have time to waste it anymore, so it was only a month since we broke up, and my mother and her old man began to arrange blind date dinners for me non-stop.
My mom muttered mercilessly, "Do you still have a choice?" You're almost thirty too! ”
I took the bedside mirror and took a closer look. What a pink little face! It's just that I didn't sleep well last night, and I have two dark circles under my eyes. As I found the Borghese mask and put it on, I said, "Today's women are twenty-eight years old, and their lives are only beginning to be wonderful. ”
"Wonderful fart, if you don't marry again, your life will wither immediately!" My mother's eyes were fierce.
I stuck out my tongue: "Okay, okay, let's go see you." "Anyway, it's just a waste of an hour, what should I do when I go back, Ms. Wang has been menopausal for seven or eight years, and her temper is still so hot, and she really can't do it.
Picking up the photo again, I took a closer look at it.
Well, it's not that old, actually. Brief information is written on the back. Li yu. Thirty years old, software engineer.
After a few more hard looks, I thought it was okay, and my hair stood up in a short period of time, and I looked very energetic. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, a very straight nose, the facial features are impeccable when viewed separately, but the combination is not so perfect. It's not ugly.
See you. I flicked the photo, tossed it aside, and applied moisturizer, serum, eye cream, and face cream to my face. A lot of it was painted, and it seemed that even the mood brightened up a lot. The phone rang suddenly, Lin Hao's name was displayed on the screen, and I pinched it fiercely, as if it was Lin Hao's neck.
He still has the face to call, and he is not afraid that the old lady will really strangle him! Afterwards, Lin Hao's muddy ball never appeared in front of me, and it was only in the past few days that he began to make constant calls and text messages to harass, sending nothing more than "I can't live without you", "I really love you", "Please forgive me" and other unnutritious and sour words.
"This kind of man, if he is killed, he can't eat back grass, if there is one, there will be two, and he will definitely be out of the wall all day long." My mom said.
"That's called splitting legs, not out of the wall." I correct.
"Whatever it is, it's just three words anyway: he's not a thing!"
Is that three words? God, my mother's math is so good.
Today, I don't have to go to work in the hotel, so I can watch a DVD at home for an afternoon. I don't have any ambitions in my life, and my only wish is to be able to watch dramas every day without going to work, eating and drinking. Loyal Japanese dramas, Korean dramas, Hong Kong dramas, basically a drama, I watch them all. Watching "Prison Break 4" was exciting, my mother suddenly came out with an apron and a kitchen knife: "Why aren't you ready to go on a blind date?!" What time is it? ”
I was startled and hurriedly changed my clothes. The white modified cheongsam skirt, tied her hair into a ponytail, looked at herself left and right in the mirror, and said to herself: "Tsk, why are you so young?" Some people believe it when they say eighteen! I still have to go on a blind date. "Where have the men's eyes gone, I'm so beautiful, no one can look at me!
Carrying his bag and putting on his high heels, "Mom, I'm leaving." ”
This area is as old as our house, built in the seventies, with a brick structure, not even a single tile sticker, which looks very old. My family started talking about demolition 10 years ago, but 10 years later it is still standing. Naturally, there is no private parking space, so I had to park my bright yellow second-hand QQ in the open-air parking lot outside the alley.
If it weren't for the fact that my home was so far away from the company that I had to reverse the car three times to get there, I wouldn't have bought a car. Although it is a second-hand QQ, it almost bankrupted my family.
Who said that leftover women are older young women with high education, high income, high IQ, and impeccable appearance, because they have relatively high requirements for mate selection, resulting in no ideal destination in marriage, and becoming "leftover women"?
It's true that I'm left, but the so-called "three highs" seem to be so far away from me. I'm just an ordinary, almost thirty-year-old but my boyfriend split my legs, and I can't marry an old leftover girl, an old virgin! That's right, an old virgin of twenty-eight years old.