The clay Pandora has an alluring charm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He came to earth with a magic box given by the gods and unleashed all sin and pain.

All of a sudden, greed, sin, slander, jealousy, and misery rushed to the world. As the last hope was about to leave the box, Pandora closed it tightly in the box, locked it up forever.

But what happened to Pandora, who brought disaster to mankind? He was not favored by the gods. It seals the hopes of others, and at the same time seals up your own hopes.

Pandora lost love, lost her good life, and even lost her raison d'être.

But at that time, I only saw the first half of Pandora's story, and I had no way or opportunity to see the second half of Pandora's story.

It was a broken storybook, very worn, very old. At that time, I could only read such storybooks.

Until that silly, sick boy takes my place, all the suffering is mine.

Really, my father was lame, couldn't do heavy physical work, and liked to drink and beat people.

What about mothers? In the end, he couldn't stand his father's drunkenness and violence, and left home.

I was only nine years old on the day my mother left home, but I could already remember everything.

My mother hugged me and cried for a long, long time, and when she looked up, her eyes were swollen like pecans all over the mountains.

In the end, she still didn't convince herself to take me with her and left alone. Or maybe the uncle over there doesn't want her to take me.

I stood on the cold mountain road, looking at my mother's distant back, without crying or chasing.

As if I had become accustomed to pain, I suddenly felt less pain at the age of nine.

I was just thinking: I heard the old people in the village say that children without parents can go to a place called an aid station or an orphanage.

Anyway, no one beats me, and I can still have enough to eat, and I don't have to live in a shabby mud house.

Looking back at the village where he had lived for nine years, my father should not have gotten up at this time, he was so drunk last night that he almost smashed the last bit of stuff left in the house.

With a blank face (I don't feel like I was going to have any expression at the time, anyway) I looked back in the direction my mother had gone.

For the first time, I made up my mind to make up my mind.

I'm going to a place where I can eat well, where I don't have to be beaten, and where I can live in a room that doesn't leak the wind or rain.

So decided!

So I stretched my legs, which were as thin as bamboo poles, and ran the country road.

Be sure to run as far as possible before your father wakes up.

In fact, in the end, my plan succeeded, and a hungry day was nothing to me.

I begged all the way to the town, and I knew the way to the town, and once my mother secretly took me to play, and it was the happiest time I ever begged.

When I got to town, I started searching, whether it was an aid station or an orphanage, I always found a place to live.

The body was already dirty, and it smelled sour, but fortunately it was winter, so it wasn't too obvious.

After two days of searching, I found nothing, so I had to live under the bridge.

But I, a child, still don't know how to drill the horns, and I slept under the cold bridge hole, and I shrunk my body vigorously, imagining that there was a big warm room around me.

He was covered with a few torn cotton jackets he had picked up during the day, which had been turned over from a large garbage can.

Look! I'm lucky for that!

The suffering didn't hold me back, nor did it give me the idea of going home. I'm still single-mindedly thinking about going to that place called an aid station or an orphanage.

Later, I left the town while begging, and wanted to find a bigger place to find the warm 'home' I longed for.

Fortunately, God favored me, and before I starved to death, I was helped by well-wishers, and they sent me to the aid station.

When the hot steamed bun was brought to me, I pushed it into my mouth desperately, and it was so delicious! It's so delicious that you can't even drink water.

I don't know how it came about in the days that followed. Anyway, I didn't want to think about it, and I completely forgot about it.

Send it back and forth, remember what those things are for!

As I grew up, I read a little bit and became able to work, so I stayed in the city where I was.

While working part-time, I was thinking about how to make my life better.

And then there's the need to find a girlfriend.

The more I grew up, the more I noticed that the eyes of people around me were a little bit ...... Envy and affection?

So I bought myself a small mirror, and I often looked at the mirror to see what was enviable and loved about me.

Money? No way! Who would envy a poor bastard?

Status? No way! It's not something I'll have in my life.

Looks? Ay! It's quite possible! After washing my face, I found that I was really beautiful and beautiful.

No, it's not the handsome kind, it's just delicate and beautiful, like a clear lake.

Maybe that's why people envy me. Anyway! Someone is envious and always happy.

Until that person came along, I was really content with my current situation, plain and carefree.

Although it is full of suffering and misfortune, there is no greed and jealousy.

By the way, when I grew up, I lived in a city called S City.

That's a big city that's true to its name, thriving! It is not on the same level at all from the small mountain village where I lived when I was a child.

I've always been glad that I made the right decision as a child.

I don't care what happened to that drunken dreamer!

But thinking about it this way, I still couldn't let it go, so I secretly went back and inquired.

It is said that my father also left the village later.

People in the village who knew him said that he had been picking up scraps for a living since he left the village, and had adopted a child who had survived a fire.

Unfortunately, my father still couldn't get rid of his drunken and beating people, and the boy must have had a much more miserable life than I did, and I heard that he had a strange disease anyway.

The rest was not clear, and I didn't inquire further.

When I was 20 years old, I would sometimes set up a stage in the park for some performers or something, earning a temporary wage.

One day, I met him.

When I first saw him, I was stunned! What a similar face! It seems to be yourself in the mirror!

He and I have about the same build, about the same looks, and about the same height. The only difference is that he is a fashion designer for a large company, while I am an inconspicuous migrant worker.

With just one glance, all my blandness and balance were completely turned upside down! Uncontrollably emotional frenzy came rushing over me, catching me off guard.

Another reason for this was the two tall and handsome men beside him.

For me, it can be described as 10,000 years. One is a dazzling star, while the other is a wealthy industrialist.

And the way the industrialist looked at him could be described as spoiled.

What a good man! Why can't I just become him? Fate is so unfair!

I began to hate my fate and then developed to hate my own fate.

I don't know why my emotions exploded like this all at once, maybe it has something to do with years of repression.

Anyway, I started trying to clean myself up, trying to save up money to buy some clothes that suited me, trying to go to the barber shop and give myself a fresh haircut like him.

Then deliberately dangling in front of the handsome industrialist's company.

I don't know what I want to do. Anyway, I just want to do this, and I always look forward to some luck to befall me.

Don't say it, this trick still works.

One day, a handsome entrepreneur actually took the initiative to greet me.

It made me so happy that he invited me to dinner. During the meal, I try to get as close to him as possible and show him that I look very similar to that person.

He also looked at me again and again, and then a smile came to his lips, and it seemed that the god of luck really wanted to favor me.

When I got home, I was so happy that I didn't sleep all night.

It doesn't matter if he's a man or a woman! As long as I can live a comfortable and prosperous life, what does it matter if I am a lover?

Just as I was dreaming, the blow was creeping up on me.

I really didn't expect that he was actually using me, and he used me so thoroughly that he wanted to put me in jail!

Fortunately, I met the person who really liked me in advance, although he was not as good as an industrialist, but he provided me with food and drink, and was gentle with me.

So, after knowing certain truths, my mind began to turn to him......