jealous tail

On the day I went back to work, the results of the physical examination at the hotel came out. The manager called me into the office to talk. Extremely depressed, I spit out the tea from laughing, I said manager, do you look like me?The manager also thinks that I don't look like me, but after all, the test is also a professional doctor. It can be said that the mild test is based on a few random tests, but the moderate one can't be justified. Besides, my condition has not been very good recently. All wrong.

The manager asked me to go back and rest for a while after finishing today's work. The minimum salary will be paid and will not be counted as full attendance.

I seem to be naturally very popular with women. I am obviously gay, but I have this kind of luck, and all of them are young women.

The girl who works with me is still a month younger than me, and she has a big brother. When we are busy together, we talk nonsense. During the chat, we even mentioned the wind in the south courtyard. It’s amazing. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence. Or he is too hot.

Facts have proved that it is the latter. Between the lines, he used to have 45 followers on Weibo, but now it has grown to [-]. The [-] to [-] are all brought by his novel that is being serialized. It seems that his nights are not in vain. It worked out.

As she talked, she mentioned that novel, saying that the protagonist was too miserable to be seen. She cried every day when she went home, and every chapter was filled with glass shards, saying that the author had to go through something to write such an article.

I thought about his happy face that day, and asked her, is the recent plot not brighter at all?She looked at me in surprise, and said how did I know, she just found some candy from the broken glass to eat.

I smiled, and I guessed it, all literary works are like this.

After she finished complimenting me, I continued talking, and told a few episodes that made her cry like a dog. I broke the glass, was seen by the passing manager, and was driven home by him.

I walked out of the hotel in a daze, and walked on the street with no direction. It was obviously a hot summer, but I felt that my body was very cold, there were big beads of sweat on my head, and my fingers kept trembling. Go to the corner wall and slide down with your back against the wall.

Someone asked my husband, are you okay, I ignored him, and he walked away bored.

I held down my trembling right hand with my left hand, but found that my left hand was shaking even more.

"Father is a demented child, grandpa died early, grandma was a mean-spirited woman, and mother was a child bride who was bought since childhood, and gave birth to him at the age of 16."

"When the child was born, the grandma felt that she had a handle, and the woman would not run away. She began to dislike his mother for not being able to get money but to eat at home. His mother was forced to go to the county to work. There was more prosperity outside, and she went astray, because she was so beautiful, she worked as a hostess in a nightclub, and worked as an oiran for seven years, with a great reputation, but she was killed suddenly one day."

"Because he was born with curly hair, and he didn't look like his father at all, he was suspected of being fucked by his mother with others. Grandma didn't feel any pain, and if something went wrong, he would be beaten with needles and belts."

"His father was indoctrinated into the idea that his wife is a prostitute and his son is a bastard every day. He was originally friends with his son, but because of his wife's disappearance and death, he blamed all the mistakes on his son. The mentally handicapped he didn't understand the seriousness at all. Almost strangled his son this time."

"I remember the episode that made me feel the most uncomfortable. His father was baking potatoes on the hot stove one day, and when his son came back, because it was raining outside, his son's hair was wet, and there was a problem that he couldn't usually see. small roll."

"At that time, he was ill with red eyes, and slapped his son frantically, almost killing him, because his son covered his bleeding nose with his hand, he felt like a neurotic that his son was looking down on him, so he directly touched his son's hands. Pressed onto the red-hot stove."

"Fortunately, his father died when he was 16 years old. After the death of his son, his grandma went crazy for a while, and then she probably felt that she would have to rely on her grandson for the elderly, so she tried to be nice to her grandson again, and never beat him again. He It’s been a while since I was still human.”

"Later, her grandson was admitted to a famous university, and she still thought about enjoying life in the future. As a result, our little baby didn't come back after going out. She went out and cried every day shamelessly, saying that she missed her grandson, but he didn't come to see him. She felt uncomfortable. Mom Yep, stupid thing, it's driving me crazy."

...I hid my hands in my clothes, but the nondescript smoothness after touching the skin made me almost vomit.

I seem to still be able to smell the scorched smell from the flesh, as if imprinted in my head, causing me to feel so sick that I can't eat anything for a week as long as I see things like teppanyaki.

I ran my fingers across my stomach, trying to feel the friction, but there was nothing, I had no fingerprints, no lines, my palm was just a horrible, weird slab of flesh.

I suddenly crawled to the ground and vomited. I vomited out all the raw cabbage and tomatoes I ate last night. My face was full of turbidity. I was as imageless as a dog.

"That... that, the novel, the protagonist, what's his name?" "Ah, the protagonist's name is Jin Shen, and his father's name is Jinfeng. It is said that both of their names come from Li Shangyin's song "Chang'e". Dad taught him, he will only know this poem in his life, you say this name, Jinfeng sounds so romantic, and it turns out to be an animal."

I vomited everything out of my stomach, even the water I drank. I stood up against the wall, my thighs were trembling, and I laughed and cried as I walked.

Jin Shen, Jin Feng.

In my name, with your surname, such a romantic thing, why do you use it here.

How can you use such a solemn thing in such a place.

Didn't you say that I am your little sun, didn't you say that you like me?Then why let the sun rain?So why put back all the memories I try to erase every day when I wake up?Didn't you say that?Let me endure, let me live.

I have done it, I have been able to endure and survive.

I am still desperately throwing away my bad habits, hating myself for having one in my heart and saying one in my mouth, forcing myself to change, to make myself obedient, so that you can feel better and be happier.

But why do you make fun of me? Are these stories of mine a bargaining chip for you to make money and be famous?How much is my unconditional liking in the past worth in your eyes?Or, are you taking revenge on me, writing me into a story, sending yourself to someone else's bed, you're taking revenge on me, on my half-heartedness, on my betrayal, on my few days... just irresistibly In love with Du Tingwei.

So difficult, I thought, too difficult, really too difficult, or too tired, so tired that my heart and lungs were exhausted.

The scorching sun in the sky was like a burning charcoal stove on a rainy day, so I looked up.

He was finally burned to the ground by it.

my pup...