Street office where the wind lives

There is no conference table in the office. Except for the one-third of an acre where everyone works, other places are piled up like a utility room.

Wei Nanfeng scratched the back of his head, "Forgive me, I'll clean up."

Then a small folding round table was brought out from an unknown corner, puffed up its cheeks and blew, a layer of old dust was thrown up.

Luan Zhou couldn't understand how a person who could keep the courtyard in order could tolerate such a poor working environment.The documents on the table are piled up into small pagodas, and there are piles of instant noodle buckets that I forgot to throw away after eating.

Luan Zhou brought three chairs over and asked casually:

"Are you... usually busy at work?"

"Ah, it's not really busy. It's just helping everyone with some small disputes. It's actually quite interesting."

Wei Nanfeng smiled, and handed Tang Anqi the dishcloth after wiping the table, and asked her to wash it, then pointed to the side, and said to Luan Zhou, "Sit."

The three of them worked hard for a while, and finally cleared out a place to serve as a temporary meeting hall.

Wei Nanfeng sat in the middle, like a big patriarch, with a big teapot with purple sand and dragon patterns on his left, the handle of the cup was worn white.Tang Anqi originally wanted to stay with him, but he pushed her to sit on the other side, angrily looking at people with her nostrils.

"Okay, don't be dazed, let's talk about it, what's going on? Little comrade, you come first."

Wei Nanfeng nodded at Luan Zhou, "Don't be nervous."

"puff--"

Comrade?In peacetime, when Luan Zhou heard this word, he would subconsciously think that others were mocking his orientation, but when Wei Nanfeng said it, he was as honest as death.It made him feel like an advanced revolutionary who was commended on Jinggang Mountain, full of red positive energy.

Luan Zhou: "Ms. should be the priority. Ms. An Qi will speak first."

Tang Anqi was not polite, and teased:

"Some people know that they are wrong, of course they have nothing to say. Brother Nanfeng, the contract is here. He signed an agreement with the plastic surgery app."

Luan Zhou dismissed it: So what if you signed the agreement, the doctor did the surgery, and you can't blame him anyway.Could it be that the husband who is waiting outside is not anxious enough for the mother who has a difficult delivery in the delivery room?It doesn't make sense.

"Look at what is written here. If there is a problem in the later stage of the operation, it is a mistake in nursing care, and the hospital will not be responsible. Please negotiate with the customer and the plastic surgery partner to resolve it."

Luan Zhou heard something was wrong, and took the contract. Not only that, but there was a following one:

"Because the company's employees undertake business in private, any problems with customers are solely responsible for the employees themselves, and the company does not bear corresponding responsibilities."

Luan Zhou: "Fuck it!"

Out of rage, the contract was torn in half and thrown on the ground. In fact, the contract is no different from waste paper now. This kind of leather bag company gets the money and transfers it to the app. Those who made the mess were taken advantage of, and Luan Zhou was careless when he signed the contract, and in the end he was still dumb and ate Coptis chinensis.

Wei Nanfeng picked up the two flaps of paper, dusted them off, and read word by word silently without saying a word.

Tang Anqi finally showed a smile of success, and felt a terrible sense of satisfaction in her heart for no reason, as if she urgently needed some kind of emotion to fill her up, otherwise she would look in the mirror uncontrollably.

These days, she avoids almost all reflective objects she sees.In fact, before coming to the door, she had no idea what to do if Luan Zhou ignored her unreasonable troubles and had no sympathy for her?

Until she opened the contract, she knew that the opportunity had come.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, come and look at me, can my brother ask you a question?" Wei Nanfeng put down the contract and said.

It's been a long time since no one called her that. Tang Anqi didn't realize it all at once. She was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was being called.

Luan Zhou was even more astonished: Who is Xiao Yu?

Tang Anqi: "Okay, you can ask. But brother Nanfeng, you forgot again, my name is Anqi."

Wei Nanfeng was noncommittal, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'm sorry, but my brother still thinks that Xiaoyu sounds better."

"Can you tell me why you want to have plastic surgery?"

……

……

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, splashing, with a flat nose, a big face and a thick mouth,

Whoever dares to marry her home will kill her mother and make her father angry! "

"Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!"

"Look how stupid she is when she runs~"

"Hahaha, limp like a stupid frog."

"Hey Tang Xiaoyu, no wonder your mother doesn't want you. When you were born, your mother looked so ugly. Well, let's just die~!"

Tang Xiaoyu was seven years old that year, an age when a child could just distinguish between beauty and ugliness. Other little girls wore shofar braids and hugged dolls, but she only had the ridicule and teasing of boys on the way home from school every day, and a haunting song. nursery rhyme...

Tang Xiaoyu kept running in the torrential rain, and didn't care if the mud splashed on her body. Anyway, she didn't look good, so did she care about it?

Because of the rain, Tang Laoer's vegetable stall didn't have much business, so he closed the stall early and went home.

As soon as he entered the door, the daughter threw herself into his arms, and raised a pair of tearful eyes to look at him:

"Dad, am I really ugly?"

Tang Er Er knew that his daughter had grown up and loved beauty, but he had never coaxed the girl, and he had been a farmer for half his life, so he could only wipe away her tears with calloused hands, and said softly:

"Not ugly, how could Xiaoyu be ugly, especially these eyes, which are carved out of the same mold as your mother."

A few years later, Tang Xiaoyu entered high school, and the other girls in the class began to develop, gradually becoming a pretty and smooth little beauty, only she, still like a gray chick, mixed in In the plate of fresh and juicy peaches, there is a bunch of lonely green grapes. Tasting one can make your teeth sour.

Youth without puppy love is incomplete, but some people are destined to be incomplete.When the girls began to complain about the troubles of those few days every month, Tang Xiaoyu was horrified to find that she never had a period?

When the surface temperature was high enough to spread boiled eggs, Tang Xiaoyu broke the piggy bank, wrapped the New Year's money he had saved for 18 years in a handkerchief, and went out alone.

There are tens of thousands of people in a large hospital every day, and Tang Xiaoyu is just a drop in the ocean among all living beings. Here, her sadness is not worth mentioning, but when she got the diagnosis result, she still cried and sat in the corridor, draining her blood. Tears for the rest of my life.

Congenital uterus-meaning no fertility, unable to live a normal married life, in a family like hers, this blow is undoubtedly fatal.

Children who grew up in the countryside knew more or less strange things in the village when they were young. Tang Xiaoyu heard from her grandmother that there was a stone girl in the village who had been married for three years and had not given birth to a child. After looking at it, I realized that she is not even considered a woman, how can she have children if she is not a woman.The angry family divorced her and drove her out of the village that night, and no one saw her again...

Tang Xiaoyu was afraid that such an ending would happen to her, she didn't want to be drowned by other people's saliva.

When the afterglow of the evening glow fell through the clouds, Tang Xiaoyu wiped away her tears: Since life is already like this, let me do whatever I want for once!The first half of my life I was tired of being ridiculed by others.For the rest of my life, I want to live for myself!

During that time, Tang Xiaoyu seemed to be a different person. She changed her nightmare-like name and transformed into Tang Anqi.

She spent her remaining savings and borrowed from a lending institution, and made all the dissatisfied things into the same money as Internet celebrities.

Except for a pair of eyes, she became a real internet celebrity, and boys began to court her, and she gradually learned to deal with different boys.

She will not get married in the future, and she doesn't have to worry about the sequelae caused by housework and childbirth. Her body metabolism is slower than that of normal women, and the effect of surgery can last for many years. She is simply a promotional template for plastic surgery hospitals.

The first battle with Tang Laoer broke out when she was asked for money by the debt collector.

"Look at what you look like now, you have completely disgraced my old Tang family!"

Tang's second son suffered from cervical spondylosis from carrying vegetables all the year round. He couldn't lift his arms, and he was still rummaging through boxes and boxes to find things for her in exchange for money.

Listening to her father's scolding, Tang Xiaoyu was filled with grievances. Didn't even he, the only man who protected her, understand herself?

She yelled hysterically: "You don't understand! You don't understand! You don't know anything!" She took the money and rushed out.

In a fit of anger, Tang Xiaoyu called the plastic surgery hospital again.

"Hi, hello, I want to make an appointment for double eyelid surgery. Yes, when is the soonest? Okay, um, I have time..."

As the time for the operation approached, she became more and more uneasy. An advertisement she saw by accident gave her a reassurance.

"Accompany you app, your personal plastic surgery partner..."

These memories have been stagnated in her heart for too long, and once she recalled them, it was like a dike opening a thousand miles, and raging waves poured down.

She suddenly found it difficult to answer Wei Nanfeng's question, yes, why?She also wanted to ask herself, maybe it was just the voices of the little boys singing "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..." were too harsh, maybe it was the injustice of fate that made her hear the cry that had been suppressed in her heart for too long.

After a long time, Tang Anqi smiled and said, "Because, I want to be more beautiful."

This answer was as expected, Luan Zhou gave a "tss" in displeasure, and received a kind look from Wei Nanfeng:

"Little comrade, pass a piece of paper to Xiaoyu."

Luan Zhou: "???"

Wei Nanfeng raised his chin: "It's on your left."

Luan Zhou glanced at it, and there was really a box of tissue paper beside him, so he had to randomly take two and stuff them to Tang Anqi.

Tang Anqi suddenly looked like a frightened little rabbit, wiped away the tears she didn't know when, and said, "Thank you."

Luan Zhou was a little baffled, and gave a light "oh".

Wei Nanfeng waited for her to sort out her emotions before asking again:

"Then why are you unhappy after the improvement this time?"

Just as Luan Zhou wanted to grab Bai Dao because he failed, Wei Nanfeng pinned the back of his right hand under the table.

Wei Nanfeng took advantage of the victory and pursued: "Because you don't think it looks good?"

Tang Anqi was nearly ten years younger than Wei Nanfeng, and he almost watched her grow up. He had been coordinating for many years, and his ability to observe words and emotions was almost unmatched. He could see the emotional changes represented by the girl's every move.

At this time, it was a breakthrough to pry open the door of her heart.

Tang Anqi's tightly pursed lower lip kept moving, and finally:

"No, it's not..."

Luan Zhou: "What?"

Tang Anqi: "Mom!! I'll never see her again!"

Luan Zhou subconsciously protected his chest with both hands, and looked at Wei Nanfeng in horror:

"No, who is she calling mom?"

Wei Nanfeng raised an eyebrow, turned his back to Tang Anqi and smiled at him inexplicably.

"Guess~"

Luan Zhou: "..."

Notes:

Shinu, also known as Shixinzi, is generally used by folks to refer to women who are congenitally unable to have sex.

The author has something to say: Luan Zhou: Mom! !Why did that girl call me mom? ! ! (pointing to Miss Angie)

Me: (Good boy, pats head) In order to give you a set attack~