Every time someone tells Ge Yiyi that she doesn't need to work so hard to live well, because in this era of looking at faces, being good-looking is her biggest asset. Ge Yiyi, who is not very old, will feel a chill for no reason.

What she saw since she was a child was not the happiness that she would live if she was good-looking. Thanks to the strong genetics of the family.

Starting from the secular criteria for judging beauty and ugliness, her mother, four aunts and a little uncle are all very good-looking.

Yes, her little uncle looks so good for a big man.

Ge Yiyi in primary school is a flower in the village. Ge Yiyi in junior high school is still a flower in a small town middle school.

Proof of this is the pens, erasers, exercise books, food and drinks that she never lacked in her desk...... There are also the stick figures drawn by the little boys who are not good at expressing herself, and her hair that was almost bald when she was in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school......

This flower doesn't need to bloom at all, the flower bones are so memorable. The more a mother watched her daughter grow up, the more worried she became. Many times she heard her parents discussing her future.

Dad squatted in the yard with a cigarette in his mouth, regardless of his image, worrying, saying that he had to finish high school, and only after high school could he have the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

Ge Yiyi knew very well what his father meant when he said this, because his mother was the father who married him after finishing high school. Her grandmother also told her that her mother almost didn't finish high school.

The innocent Ge Yiyi knew from his grandmother that the reason why his mother almost couldn't finish high school was because "she was too good-looking." "It made her proud for a while.

Later, she learned that if ugliness is a curse. It's beautiful, and it's definitely a curse. In the small town middle school, I face the harassment of ignorant boys every day, or just the covetousness in my eyes.

Ge Yiyi, who was in her eyes in every situation, was very unhappy, she began to get tired of school, and felt that her beauty was a sin.

She finally got to know the yellow hair who relied on stealing her parents' wallets and occasionally going to other people's houses to do some stealing chickens and dogs, and mixed with the yellow hair on the streets of the town. Everything began to slide out of control.

Yellow Fur rode his beloved ghost fire, a cigarette slanted at the corner of his mouth. He compared them again and again, and put on his most beautiful pair of beanie shoes. Pencil pants can set off a good figure very well, and wearing a vest without covering your shoulders is handsome enough to show your tattoos.

The yellow-haired ghost fire roared and stopped at the gate of the town's middle school. He leaned on the handle with a cigarette between his fingers, and the pride and pride in his eyes were like dog pee under the eaves on a rainy day. He's the most upright girl in the school.

The political teacher is in his thirties, which is the age when he is in the prime of life and full of spirit. He stood on the podium and was the strongest wise man in the hearts of boys and girls.

His mouth is like a river, and he talks endlessly.

He repeatedly praised the superiority of our party system, and he bitterly denounced the evil capitalism, preferring to pour out all the milk than give relief to the poor.

Speaking of emotion, he slapped the textbook on the podium. Walking back and forth in the classroom, talk about how we can ensure the four laws. In the process of shuttling through the classroom, he discovered Ge Yiyi's abnormality.

As the head teacher, he had to find a way to pull Ge Yiyi back. And as a person who is more or less related to Huang Mao. As long as he uses his brain a little, the IQ of a man in his thirties is more than enough to crush a yellow hair.

No one knows what the political teacher said to Ge Yiyi, and no one knows what tricks he used against Huang Mao.

Anyway, Huang Mao rode his ghost fire directly to the door of the classroom, the township middle school is a relatively good building in the local area, and it is only a row of red brick bungalows.

The order of classrooms is simple and crude, starting with the first grade of junior high school, and each class has a red brick bungalow arranged according to grade and class order.

In short, the roaring ghost fire of the yellow hair rode to the door of the classroom. The political science teacher happened to be standing on the podium to give a lecture to the students about the party's basic line in the initial stage of socialism.

Huang Mao didn't care about what he said. A year and a half ago, he was sitting in one of the rows of red-brick bungalows. I have also listened to this person speak today, and he has talked endlessly, and he has listened to the clouds and mountains and fog.

As the old saying goes, relatives still have tendons when they break bones. The man on the podium couldn't understand what he was saying a year and a half ago.

He could hear very clearly what had been said a day and a half ago. To the effect that it is normal to marry a daughter-in-law at a young age. When the age reaches in a few years, it is good to go to the town's civil affairs office to make up for a marriage certificate.

Huang Mao took out a ten-strong style. Stood at the door of the classroom and began to shout, Yiyi, follow me. Let's go and ask my parents to find a matchmaker to come to your house to ask for marriage.

No one paid attention to Ge Yiyi's expression. Someone who did good things took the time to take a look, and saw no expression except that she buried her head in the desk.

The wonderful thing is the encounter with the yellow hair wearing beanie shoes and tattooing the big flower arm.

The political teacher and Huang Mao just made a simple mistake, so they pulled out the ghost fire key and returned to the classroom and took the door with them.

He threw the key to the podium unhurriedly, then forced Huang Mao to take a step or two before consciously stepping back and pressing his back against the classroom door.

I just heard the teacher say in a calm tone, I just gave you a suggestion, you are really daring.

Now that you're here, tell me, tell these fifty of your peers. You married Ge Yiyi, what do you use to support her?

Huang Mao only froze for a second, and instantly knew that he had been tricked. He stiffened his neck and said, "My family has money."

The teacher asked: Whose money does your family have? Did you earn it? Last week, you didn't turn over a penny in your father's wallet, and you ran next door to steal the Wang family's soybeans to sell.

How much did it sell?

The forehead of the yellow hair was covered with a dense layer of fine sweat. Just kidding, this money has already been spent on inviting Ge Yiyi to go to the movie.

Besides, what you wear on your body, what you eat in your mouth, everything costs money. Especially beanie shoes, good-looking and good-quality beanie shoes are so old and expensive......

He couldn't continue to think about it, and the teacher's thunderous roar sounded in his ears: How much?

…… Four...... Forty...... Forty-seven bucks.

"Good memory," the thunderous sound became normal, and even the taste of a pleasant face could be heard. "How did you spend forty-seven dollars?"

I watched a movie, added ten yuan of oil, and ate two bowls of noodles.

Very good, how often do you plan to go to Wang's house to steal again?

Not going.

Where did you get the money without going?

Go back and ask my parents.

What odds do you think you're going to get?

……

Speak!

No, you can't.

"I'll show you something," the teacher said as he turned around and took a piece of paper from the podium and shook it vigorously in front of him: "You see, this is my salary breakdown, and I earn 487 yuan a month." I don't dare to spend forty-seven yuan a day to go out to eat, drink and have fun, I don't dare to go to the county to watch movies easily, I can only go to work seriously to save money, I don't dare to get married! ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and a pair of big hands clamped tightly like iron tongs to the big thin flower arms:

"You spend forty-seven dollars a day, and you steal. More than a thousand expenses per month. Do you have one? Do you have one at home? Are you also worthy of Ge Yiyi? ”