"My dad said that you have too many brothers and sisters, and the gift money has to be a little more, and my sister also said that you don't change a set of clothes and a pair of shoes for a few years, can't you afford to buy clothes and shoes?"

"How can it be so exaggerated, I don't have so much money in the early days of my business, can I pay in installments for gift money? Just give 10,000 every month, and 100,000 for 10 months. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You have to give it all at once, otherwise you won't get married."

……

"For your sake, I even rejected Bai Fumei, the second generation of officials, but now you are talking to me about gift money and money?"

"That's your business, if you don't give 100,000 anyway, I won't settle it."

"Okay, then that's it, this marriage is not over."

The chat message on QQ came up, which was with Zhong Yongyan during the Spring Festival last year.

Jiajing looked away from the screen of his mobile phone, he actually saw Zhang Yanmei, she was still so lonely and arrogant, even if her brother-in-law brainwashed the newly recruited employees in front of the living room, she was also washed into a daze, but she was still so captivating.

Oh my God, she's the best-looking and cutest girl I've ever seen in my life!

But ah, why do you trample my mind so cruelly again and again?

When your aunt was in pain, it was the cold winter moon, I didn't have time to get dressed late at night, so I rode a bicycle and braved the cold wind that kept cutting my cheeks, and ran to the supermarket to buy the most expensive hot water bag in the whole market, but you threw it back to me without appreciation.

Every time you meet me later, you turn around and walk away with a cold face as if you had seen a plague god.

Do you know how many nights I have dreamed of you, how many days I have thought of you.

For you, I am even so good as Zhang Minfang, and I have failed a girl who is infatuated with me.

For you, I will buy you as many clothes as I earn every month......

Jiajing saw the obscene-looking driver Dong sitting next to Yan Mei and teasing her with a smile, but she also smiled and did not resist.

Because Driver Dong drove for his brother-in-law, counting his part-time job of distributing leaflets to his brother-in-law, his monthly salary was five or six thousand.

Is it Yan Mei's ideal tyrant man?

Jiajing couldn't help but snort and laughed.

The picture began to shake with his laughter, and the scene shook and transformed into the FS Ancestral Temple, and he saw the girl who couldn't be beaten for three years in college - Chen Cuicui.

She was sitting next to him, chatting with him about the housing prices of the ancestral temple, his plans to buy a house in the city, and how far away it was for him to buy a house or a car.

Valentine's Day, Christmas.

How many holidays, how many times to give gifts with manuscript fees.

But she cleverly hung on his infatuated appetite, did not accept it, did not refuse, and spent his money justifiably.

Jiajing lowered his head, held the hair on his forehead with his hand, and rubbed it, "If you like a house, go to the rich second generation and the second generation of officials, I can't afford to climb you as a third-generation poor peasant." ”

When I was in high school, Huang Yingmei wrote a note on the paper, "Brother Jiajing, I'm sorry, every time I get too close, I will be very resistant, this is my psychological problem, and I don't know what the reason is." Also, my grades have dropped a bit, and I still want to focus on my studies, so be it, okay? Don't reply to me, let's all cheer for the key university! ”

Oh, after all, it's because I don't have money in my pocket.

Jiajing glanced indifferently at himself in the third-to-last row by the window in the classroom, and was mingling with Chen Qiuyu who was sitting in front of him, smiling so brightly.

Jiajing couldn't help but smile: I used to be carefree, cherish it.

Turning around and walking out of the classroom, the picture turned to the forest ** in MM Forest Park.

Zhang Shanshan put her arm around a big fat man, facing him many years ago, the 17-year-old's expression was full of contempt, she smiled contemptuously, "It turned out that you were the tallest and largest house in your hometown, and I thought that your family had several properties in GZ, but I didn't expect it to be under the fence." I'll be honest with you, I'm very realistic now, the 50 yuan and 100 yuan you send every month are not enough for me to buy a set of clothes. Shanshan hugged the arm of the fat man next to her tighter, and the face of Jiajing on the other side became more sad.

She smiled arrogantly and said: "It's better to be my current husband, I have a house and a car in MM, only he can give me the life I want, let's break up." ”

Let's break up......

These words are like a megaphone, constantly hitting the hearts of the two Jiajing.

"Please, don't leave me behind, okay? I, all I think about every day is you, how can I live without you......" The immature Jiajing ran over and grabbed Shanshan's clothes, and was pushed away by the fat man and Shanshan, "You let go, I said it, we are impossible, you go!" ”

Jiajing stared blankly at their backs as they turned away, tears bursting out of her eyes.

Jiajing here laughed embarrassedly and self-deprecatingly, squatted down, and looked up at the sky, "What a wretch, can you cry for a cheap woman?" ”

That being said, Jiajing's eyes gradually became moist.

I'm old, I'm no longer young, I'm still single, and I can't find a good woman anymore, right?

How many clubs have I been to, how many times have I pressed a motorcycle, how many women have I wrapped, how many sluts have forgotten their names have betrayed, I have forgotten them, they have all passed......

When I stood up, everything around me began to spin rapidly, as if I was in the middle of a whirlpool, and dizziness followed.

Liu Fu Xiaona, who chased after her in the first and second grades of junior high school, prefers street gangster Zhang Zhichao, I can't remember how many love letters I have written to her, and I also gave her a poster of her idol S.H.E, hehe, a naïve teenager, simple love.

Zhang Lihui, who has a crush in the sixth grade of primary school, has a somewhat irritable personality and often refuses to return my ballpoint pen and eraser.

Qiu Zhiqing, who had a crush in the fifth grade of primary school, was pushed to Huang Xiaoming by her classmates, and when she was cheered by her classmates as a "natural pair", Liu Fu Jiajing, the little hairy child with a watermelon peel, was standing on the side with a jealous face.

During the nap in the fourth grade of elementary school, the little kid secretly moved to the bench to lie on the side of Zhang Xing'an's table, peeked at her, she got up in disgust, moved the stool to her best friend to continue the nap.

Li Jing, who had a crush in the third grade of primary school, put up the textbook, put her pretty face to Xiao Jiajing's cheek, hummed a small tune melodiously, and sang love songs, but unfortunately, when she arrived in junior high school, she formed a "Gang of Four" with A Mao, Li Jie, and Liu Fuweilu, and became a music and mathematics teacher who was still secretly in love with Chen Wenpei at ******* meeting.

When he was in the second grade of primary school, the ignorant Jiajing still had a crush on his Chinese teacher, and now he is probably in his forties.

Before he started kindergarten, Jiajing stood in front of the window and twisted his butt with his brothers at Garbo opposite, shouting happily the advertising slogan that was often read on old TV - "Garbo Garbo, it tastes the best." ”

The youth like smoke, the childhood like a dream, are gone, I'm old, alone, still alone, it's my birthday, and I'm drunk in the middle of the night.

Who cares, who wants to be accompanied?

When I opened my eyes, it was noon.

Today, for the first time, I didn't dream of another world, and when I looked in the mirror, two tear stains stretched from the corners of my eyes to my hairline.

Hehe, in that dream just now, I really cried.

Looking in the mirror, haggard himself, Jiajing sighed silently.