My tacky foster mother.

One.

White bamboo beads are my foster mother, 53 years old, and it's a good age to pick up a delivery at the town junction, to wear a flower dress, slash and rub a nine-pack of mail lipstick stolen from the studio. By the way, she was particularly fond of me calling her "ma'am" and saying that the word was unprovoked and more advanced. "Mrs. White, please! Will you not turn your red lips to the camera?" I'm shouting on the video. The white lady's eyebrows dance, and she smiles so well: "Looks good? I sent it to you? It's a name card! Look at you. You don't dress up. ..I told your uncles to bless you, and I've asked the godmother to count you. Listen to me. It's only through contact. There was a young man in the city..."

It's terrible to see her go to bed and have a baby like a mother, and I'll break it with my eyelids.

"Women won't be happy if they don't find someone! People will say you're a freak! Look at how miserable your cousin White Wave is now..."

I said, "Big Bobo hates you so much, you want to take an example, and then you say, "Just like you, are you happy?" I don't want to be like you..."

"Come on, you're good, I won't say it again, don't call me again, I won't call you, whoever first is a dog!" White lady turned off the video. I don't know.

One day later...

"The chickens in the house are so good. Can I send you 30 eggs? Get back to the message. Get back to the message."

“To...”

My second sister-in-law has taken root in one place all her life, whatever the wind and rain, and follows a woman's way of living in peace. But when it comes to Ms. White herself, it's an acquaintance, because it's a little hard to say. Ms. Paik's own subjective assessment is that she was a beautiful woman when she was young and that she could not look at her face in that age, and that she left no evidence, so believe her to brag. The white lady, who is not tall enough, now likes to knock on the wall all day long and rubbing white dust on her face, but the face is so yellow, with specks of flesh on the ground (the tummy is white and tender) and two young-time-skinned brows are always frowned, and her stepfather Xu stands on fire and feels that she is “not disciplined”. In 2014, Ms. White came back to the door of a ghost because of a “three-high” stroke of her brain, and the whole person was no longer in the light of the sun, walking by her older brother's play, “Take another bowl, it's perfect for her to beg for food”, when she was still paralyzed and snorted on her neck. Moreover, every time she went to town to collect her urine, her limping legs turned into two runaway big white carrots, screaming like water and screaming and asking me to run and open the door. "Come on! It's coming out!" And then it's really leaking. Her brain was also confused, and when she was a person, her face was often filled with confusion and stagnation, not the kind of girl who understood it as white paper, but the kind that had been held up by the village and family for most of her life by the poor village women who had not gone out. No one can imagine that this woman has ever been in prison, had sex with an old man, taken a niece as a lady, adopted me, married four times. Two.

On the family register, Ms. White's birth date was 1969, but she stressed with me that she had been married 30 times because she had raised her age, which was 1971, 70 years later. When the white family was large, in sixth grade, I suddenly found out that my aunts and uncles together numbered eight (6 men and 2 women) and asked her: "Why did Grandma have so many children? The white lady was in a hurry to play QQ and write on a board. She's got a bunch of fucked-up Internet friends, and Zhoushan, his stepfather, has been very upset, and he's added a lot of friends, but they're looking at a bunch of dialogue boxes, and they can't just typify the keyboards... The white lady gave herself the Internet name, Fatty, and she laughed at writing to the computer: "That's when people do nothing at night."

"What do you do at night, so many kids?"

The white lady, with her "pumping" in the pen of the board, gave me a "crazy chestnut": "A little boy's home, he'll ask a question!"

In her memory, I learned that the White House had 12 children who had died of hunger in the early years, and that as the second youngest child in the last few years, the White Lady was fortunate enough to be cared for by her sister. “Your grandmother made a sweet potato meal, and your uncle told her to eat some of them. But once again, the house built by the mud is so poor that Lady White has been hungry throughout her childhood. I fully believe that this is why white ladies have been good for so many years — not to mention the fact that every day a credit card is used to buy a whole bunch of bad snacks on the air, and that there are four or five meals a day. In that case, I was asked to buy money to treat the three-highs of fake and hypocritical health care. My grandfather was born in 1920, 10 years older than Grandma. At the end of the 1930s, Grandpa was forced to live in J Province. Ms. Paik recounts in her first person's perspective the story of Grandpa's oral encounter with his grandmother: “In 1939, all the places were strangulations and chaos! You're skinny, just like the little buds, and you don't know where to hide. There was a whole bunch of horses running, shaking and beating! Your mother snuck in under the horse, and I picked her up."

So, every time you call Back to Juggs, the story goes up to the first encounter between Vivi and Ilcon, the white lady says with pride, "It's like your grandfather and grandma!" And my personal opinion, Ms. White, is that it's just a touch of porcelainness, and it's not half a pick-up, except for horses. Grandpa had a wife who had left because he couldn't give birth. Grandma, a little girl, who travels to the village of Yangwood with him, will be married after a few years, and the child will fall to the ground for a year and for the rest of her life for decades, with 12 years in her stomach, except to earn a living. In Ms. White's life doctrine, apart from eating and drinking Lassard, it's the clothes — the source of her life. Over the years, most of the rooms in each of her homes had been filled with flowers and green clothes, and there was no stability in the big red pants with a blue thong. When I was in junior high, she was driving me to the station in a blind new dress. She stopped and was afraid to wait for my classmates to see it. I was sneezing at Ms. White's aesthetics, but now I realize, isn't that the dopamine that's on the front line of fashion? In recent years, Ms. Paik has gone to her stepfather, Seo-Lei, to collect 100 dollars a week, and to the stand, she has been able to spend most of her money, even on credit, to buy some fancy dress and go home and yell. "I didn't wear new clothes when I was a kid. Every time your grandmother gave me the rest of your uncle. I saw someone wearing a dress, and I was so jealous that I went home and cut your uncle's new pants, put them on my body and got chased by your grandmother. I'm hiding in the pit. Your grandmother likes to clean, so she won't come."

The puddle is in the fertile grass not far from the right of the Yangwood Village Slut House. The grass is fat because it's almost white family piss, and step in it with careful attention. The white family's ass-wipe is often a stick -- why do I know that detail? Indeed, it was difficult to say that, in the few years that she had just been adopted, she had just been 30 years old and had left me to my grandmother when she was in the middle of the day and night as the mahjong palace and the wind and moon were healing. Two years later, when I was taken back to the village of Yangwood to take a shit, I looked to the right, and saw no one else, and ran around with my pants naked, and learned to fold some smooth branches. Well, it's not good to wipe. 3

He was the only college student in the White House, and he graduated to the civil service. He had a strong relationship with Ms. White. Before she became ill, she was the voice centre for the youngest brother and sister. However, as Ms. White remembered the past, she stressed to me that it was even better. With the exception of the uncles who were sent to college, the aunts and uncles only learned to add or to multiply. By the time Ms. White went down to school, she was already 10 years old. In addition to taking care of the brothers who went to school together, they also took over the glorious task of two sisters in their studies — to go down the mountain with charcoal. The village of Yangwood is in the mountains, where there is a large amount of mackerel, on which one side of the mountain people depends. The price of the bamboo is based on a cross-cutting area, with 8 inches of 8 cents and 1 inch. The road has been shaky, and many of the slopes are cliffs, and the cars that have been bought have had to be brought up, and the bamboo has to be dragged down by the breadwinner. The children of each family must also travel to the mountains to show their worth, with the spring-spring white fruit trees being ruthlessly exploited and sold as a drug for $1 a pound, and the rest of the season, when hardwood trees are cut down and suffocated into charcoal in the coal kilns of the mountains, with more than a hundred pounds to go down and sell. The school is located in a town 30 miles away, and charcoal-receiving traders generally stay at the foot of the hill in the village of Rio. When the chickens were not ringing, the white lady, who was lying next to her parents' feet, was awakened, first calling his brother-in-law, who had an independent room, and then carrying around 80 kilos of charcoal on her back, with her brother on her way to making money and school. Ms. White's daring and slyness is at first sight. The people in the mountains are afraid to do whatever they want to do when they are faced with traders. In contrast, Ms. White has the guts to go half way to pick up some charcoal and then pick up some tattered stones on the road and fill it up. And then she took it, and she felt like she had a hundred pounds to sell, and she was so nervous with her little uncle. Of course, if someone really finds out to fake it, I'm sure that Mrs. White can get rid of her uncle first. Almost 13 years old, Ms. White dropped out of school. The only possible reader in the White House — his brother — could go up and down the mountain, and her own “class and reading a book” — had a terrible record, often getting a duck egg, and thinking about getting up early and dark every day. A few decades later, the White Lady learned the same thing for her elders, to teach my sister, who's had a lot of ducks, that she had no money in her family and had no chance to study. When she reached the depths of the love, she couldn't stop her mouth, spat on the stars, forgot her heart, and did not look after her daughter for years. "You're in such good condition to read and not read!" And at the end of the day, she added, "Oh, my God!"

This seemingly happy complaint, linked to the blood of the daughter, is the only sense of security that a white woman can feel after losing everything. A 16-year-old white woman comes out of the water like a red pepper with dew in the morning. As the youngest daughter of the family, with a mother and a sister on top of her family, she wanders around the mountains every day to give her brothers a hand. Despite poverty and hunger, they are always like the flowers, wild and wantonly. Ms. Paik's first love, Li Shou, went to college, worked on vacations and paid tuition fees to cut bamboo on the hill of the White House. One time, the white lady finally stopped and cried, "What's your name? Why are you following me?"

"My name is Sue. My name is Soo-guo."

Mrs. White is in shock, she's got all the fruit in her hand. And then they heard, "You're stupid."

Speaking of which, the white lady swallowed her mouth, squeezed her eyes and looked forward to me. I held my head in silence for a moment, and she took the eyebrow with displeasure, and then she hated the iron without the steel: "What's your reaction?"

But I don't understand either. "Alas, you're stupid. The word "su" in the dialect is "think." He means "think bamboo."

And I went back and I stomped on my feet, and I said, "Oh, he's good!

So, half-a-half-year-old white ladies are happy, half shy, laughing. In the youthful years, with nothing left, both men ran in the mountains before and after, and the white lady's laughter was blown by the wind. Fly and float into my aunt's ear. My miserable second uncle was a disgrace, as she saw from her heart to my second and fourth uncles. The two men, who left their personalities aside for a while, did not say anything. They were the two most outspoken and most eyebrows in the White House, and were subsequently included in her bag. When my aunt saw LEE SHOO, she cried and laughed, "The brother was as young as a yellow sprouts." And she was happy to set up this young man and her little sister. Grandfather was already showing her love for her daughter, and he did not fail to acknowledge her affection for her daughter, but did not agree, and he had never formally told her about it. Grandpa firmly believes that it is time to find someone who is right — the same poor, the same uneducated — and to live long. Then, when she went to her mother's home to scrounge the children, she snuck out of her house under the name “Look at her sister-in-law” to see Lee Shou, who had been handed over by her aunt. "He took me straight to the scarecrow, where he wanted to cook rice." The obese and obnoxious face of the White Lady was filled with shame and disappointment. "And?"

"Then I scratched, ran, and when I saw him again, we didn't talk. Aigoo, I'm so confused I'm getting married."

"Okay."

4

Everyone in my home is extremely committed to their own traditions, which can be described as “personalized family”. Last spring, for example, the stepfather, Xu Li, was cold to other living creatures, including but not limited to white ladies, me, dogs, ducks, etc., who went around screaming and fell on the door, and white women, who went back and shouted, left-eared in their right ear, left-handedly sitting in the empty room after the end of the war, began a ceremony of condolence to their ex-husbands, greeting someone who was not in the cold of a thousand pieces, with a difference. The first condolences were to Ms. Paik, the first husband, who gave birth to my brother, Xiaowei. Ms. Paik said, "Your son, the weak, the skinless, has gone to jail twice and has no conscience! I don't have a red bag for New Year's, I don't have him, I'll have him." That voice was real. The yellow one was lying by her feet, and he came to my room. For many years, his brother, Xian Wei, has sought to envious himself twice in order to study the work of abduction and robbery. At the end of the year, Ms. White always asked him to reach out for money, but often failed to do so, she was deceived. You come to me, you hide your needles, and you can make up whatever you want. Ms. White: "I'm sick and I'm a thousand bucks short, you send me something or I'm dying!"

Xianwei: I've been digging rocks in the mountains for two days without food and no money on my phone. If you don't pay me 100 bucks and 300 bucks, I'll find a way to get it from the bank."

My brother said the last person he hated in his life was Lady White. She said the same thing when she was drunk. In 2019, on New Year's Eve, White Boov was in her sister's family year, drunk, and she was throwing herself at the table, and a lot of bad things in life. After all, I couldn't blame myself, but I finally found the one who was responsible for the anger, and I yelled, and this Aunt White ruined her life. The time was back in 1988, when an older aunt who had already been married was entrusted by his grandfather to introduce him to her. This man's house is 70 miles away from the watercracker village. At first glance, he looks like an honest man and has not studied for a few years. He has a small family, an old woman, and he drags bamboo for a living — quite in keeping with Grandpa's choice of his daughter. Although it was white women who married and lived, it was Grandpa who made the decision and not even Grandma. A 17-year-old white lady whose face was so tender, who refused to marry, saw his family come, and then she beat him with a slashed stick, "Come on! Don't come! Every time he saw him, he was angry, he lifted up his sleeves and snapped a thicker stick, and hit his little girl with a bang. Eventually, $888, 60 pounds of fish and 200 pounds of meat were hired, and in early 1989 Ms. White was married out. In addition to Returning Juggs and Western Travels, White Lady loves rural dramas and has been special since I was a child. Every time she sees a scene where a bitch tortures her daughter-in-law, she must be angry, and she can't wait for the next second to rise up, and she can even shed two tears and bite her teeth: "Fuck you, old X-Dan!" Such a bond even rises to the very nature of the old power play: "Looks like my bitch! I hate it!"

"That old bitch, I've been married so long, that I can't lay an egg, that I must have taken too much medicine at my mother's! I'll pull her son out and tell him I'm married to her. Ms. White's chili seed is loaded every day, bangs and bangs, all the time against her. The old man could not have children, could not cut the weed, could not do housework and blinded her family's money and meat; the young man and the outsiders said that they were broken shoes, and that all the chicken and pork in the house were hidden for her son, who worked for himself every day, but did not feed for a day. The wife-in-law fought every day, and Ms. Paik was chased, and the two men cried and shouted, and the village chickens jumped. On one occasion, Ms. White accidentally emptied her foot in the middle of the winter and fell into the pond and became a watered chicken. The village is so big that everyone is happy to watch the torturer's daughter-in-law's jokes. At night, the neighbours came back to work or farm, even with food and a job, and went to the house to eat. In 1990, Ms. White finally got pregnant and had a baby, and she got up. But before the moon came out, her mother-in-law pushed her down to work, lest she lay down for another day and lose a fortune. He always helped his mother, and said, "What's wrong with having a child? A mother can do it. It's been so long!" When Ms. Paik was chased into the pond for the second time, she decided to give her husband some colour to see who was living with him. At the beginning of the summer of 1991, Ms. Paik ran all the way from her village to the city, looking for a late-night stand as a waiter. Unfortunately, in those years, family planning had been severe, and women had followed the tradition of progeny and had children, all of whom had been hiding in the outside corner of the village and waiting to give birth. When identified at the door of the torturer, the disappeared white woman was also found to be “scrambling off” and the family members were not allowed to defend themselves. It's a dead end, and his mother sits on the floor and she's crying, and his neighbor can't stop crying, and calls for his son: “Go and get her back in town and get her for a 100 years. If not, the divorce would have left a son. Oh, my God! I'm so married to a star!

In that year, Ms. White was 20 years old and a naive little girl. I heard that he was looking for her and scolding her, "He came to me and I returned? I'm not going back!” and I'm going to tell you something. She thought of her husband's sweet words, but she was woken up by the warning of Autumn's violent face. He said, "Go back to ligature or get a divorce," or "No, the chicken, duck, cow in the house can't get it back." If I get divorced, I'll get a wife. You'll die."

So, Ms. White broke out and did something that seemed to be quite advanced to date -- she turned around and started to run away! When she told me about it, I thought, if it was in a TV show, when she was pretending to run, she had to be hit by a car, turn the story around, go through a series of tangles and finally get together. Unfortunately, life is life, and white lady runs in the true sense of the word, like when she was a child in her brother's old shoes, and in the mountains and other people fighting to pick the fruit from the trees, and like when she ran away from the straw when she was 17. The running movement is full of extreme dynamics, on which Ms. White has relied for most of her life, whether for a distance or a life away. "Run" is like a detached reaction for a white lady. To gain the value of survival, to throw away the illusion of reality. 5

When Ms. Paik returned, she found out that she had crossed the wall and ran into the railway station. She ran into the train car in front of her, and it took a while for her to flip over her dirty, super-short skirt pocket. Count it and die with only $28 and no ID. The young trainman in a decent uniform quickly noticed a faceless white lady, coming straight to her, and he might wonder, how could someone get on a train without a bag and a bag? Or is it like this? It's too suspicious. "Where did you go?"

"I don't know where to go. Where's the next stop?"

"Ping Town." The trainman answered politely. "Then I'm going to Ping!"

"You stay here and I'll pay you back."

I don't know why the trainman didn't go with the white lady who didn't buy the ticket. It's probably a good place for a white lady to nod. When the young trainman left, Ms. White quickly locked herself in the toilet until the train wheels stopped again, before she stepped off the train in the midst of passengers travelling to Ping. During this period, a man who was in a hurry to go to the toilet had to bang on the door several times and the white lady had to wait. When she got out of the car, the new problem came again, and Ms. White had no tickets and could not get out. And just as she couldn't help herself, the woman on the platform picked her up: "What are you doing here?"

A few decades later, Ms. White was proud of her resourcefulness. She said, "I got in the car."

"Where are your tickets?"

“No votes.”

"No tickets, no cars. Get out of the car!"

In front of the train station, surrounded by guests and restaurants of all colours with red signage, the tired tourists who had just left the station shouted, "Boss, come to our house and eat!" This is perhaps the moment of the warmest welcome given to tourists in the diaspora. There was no doubt that the red pepper in a super-short skirt stood at Ping Chau's feet alone, but she quickly attracted the attention of a lady who raised her hand. She had the eyes of an old bird-fishing worm, and she saw the plight of the white lady, who was taken to her own hotel and introduced to her boss. "I can't pay for it, just pack it up, can I stay?"

Ms. White's spirit, I'd still admire it. I'd probably be the trainman who asked me where I was and surrendered. The hotel owner was pleased to accept that the wages were still paid, and even very nicely advanced hundreds of dollars to Ms. White for new clothes. A few days later, a hot night, a hotel owner with a wife and son opened the door of Ms. White ' s house and climbed to the bed, which she did not refuse. The shift from a young girl in a hill to a young woman in a village is a lifelong migration of pure women who grow up in the mountains. They will try to take root in another similar piece of dirt, even if they cannot adapt to the new climate and environment and never return to their original lands. They can only accept fate and then pass from maturity to death, which is their most common and moral home. But Ms. White was blown by the wind for no reason, no roots, no roots, no matter. In the two years she was in Ping County, she probably saw a shortcut for women without taking root. In 1993, she was driven home by the hotel owner herself, who explained that she was the new pretty girl in the shop and that she was no longer needed. When she returned, she did not look at her son, nor did she care that the villagers pointed their finger at her, went to her chin to do the formalities and returned to being single. Ms. White, with the money and furniture provided to her by the hotel owner, contracted a shop and opened a restaurant near the western town near the highway. My grandfather, who has always been in power, can't see his little daughter, speaks out, “scrambling” and then stop asking about her life. He and Grandma were wondering why the little girl is not acting like this. Why can't she just stand up like her two sisters? Her older sister's got a bowl on her head. Ms. White did have a good cooking before the stroke, she was so hot, she liked to try something new, she could do anything with any weird sauce, and she could taste it with her hands. However, at one point, she operated a restaurant, mainly a carnival, which was secondary to cooking. The restaurant is very small and has a simple layout, with only four tables in front of it for food and three rooms in the hall. She owns one and the other two live for the ladies. Ms. Paik said: “This is how a lot of shops sell dog meat, not me. I, unlike other locals, have found two Hunan girls, an 18-year-old, a 22-year-old, and a lot of passers-by drivers like it, and business is better than the rest of the way."

Ms. White, who does not collect the tips of the girls, is tired and takes them to the streets of the city to buy and buy, as if they were sisters. The two girls went to the highway every day to fetch the road drivers for dinner, and if the driver had any additional needs for the lady, the white lady would add an extra price to their groceries, which would have been 15 bucks for a bowl of meat, which would have increased to 50 bucks and would have to be settled before entering the lady's room. However, the day the plainclothes policemen arrived, the white lady in distress was sleeping in her room, and the young lady in the room received herself in front of him. "Do you have that kind of service?"

"Yeah, you want it?"

"So your boss's wife collects the money?"

The 18-year-old Hunan girl honestly replied, "Our boss's wife is good and doesn't charge." And she thought, and she didn't say it, and she made it up very nicely: "But she'd put it in the groceries, and it'd be expensive."

Ms. Paik was arrested on the spot at the West Town Police Station and sentenced to one and a half years ' imprisonment for the crime. Then I asked if the other shopkeepers on the highway had been arrested? Ms. White has shown some flair and has shown reluctance. Six.

After a stroke, Ms. White had less memory than she had before, but that experience of being in prison remained unforgettable. If there was a chat race, I would bet for a week's food money, and she would definitely get her head out of her head — it would be cruel to spend more than 500 days in such a troublemaker's penance. And most of all, she didn't regret it either, and then she became a famous old lady. "Every day you sleep, you sleep, you can't talk, you can't sing! It's boring to have 20 or 30 people crouched into a line." She snuffed her mouth, then shrunk, came close to me in mystery, whispered, "The woman who goes into prostitution will be bullied! Hey, a group of people brushing their X with a hard brush and bleeding to stop. By the way, a man who goes into a whore's house is beaten to death, and they say, "You can play with a woman, you can play with it."

With regard to the more concrete experiences, Ms. White remains silent. No one came to see Miss White. Grandpa died during that time, like a sudden storm in the mountains, rushing and running away. Decades of arbitrariness and labour, such as the slurry that was washed up in front of the house, rolled into the stream and looked heavy, and there was no trace. After many years, almost no one mentioned him, and even if it was, it was a strange symbol. "Don't you want him?" I asked. "There's nothing to think about after all these years of death! If the dead have a conscience, bless the living, or we spend every year to go to the grave!" Ms. White said, "Don't think too much about me when I'm dead. Just come and clean my grave every year. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe and happy. By the way, bless your future husband for being good to you. Business...”

Ms. White is starting to get off on the subject again, thinking seriously about the fact that she had the “power to protect” after she died and that she was going to do 180 big things for me. Because of her preaching, I'm a little eager to become a dead man, and every time I go to the grave, White Lady can make dozens of wishes, fearing that the people in the grave bag will be idle. Last spring, when my miserable brother-in-law walked on the road, she started to pray to him in good faith. I'm really wondering, is it fair to live like that before life and to have such a powerful power after death? In 1995, Ms. White completed her cell education. Now she has nothing but herself, and her soul and body have been devastated. Walking on the empty and broken streets, white ladies began to flee strangely. It is hard to say that this is also her “reaction to liberation” and, after all, once her mouth is cut short and silenced, she can do something like a madman singing to influence the city. After her lungs were filled with wind, the white lady came back alive. Upon enquiry, she heard that a former guest, Guo Dong, had set up a bamboo processing plant between Y and B, where fresh bamboo had been collected from the villages of Y and then transported to B by green-skin train and processed and sold to others. Ms. Paik came up with her face on top of her head, did not ask her about the start-up, did not think of the unexpected, and went to City B without a head or a head, and the factory didn't even work and everyone ran away. She was shot like a grass that others had accidentally strung on the horns, fell on this strange northern land, each of which smelled of dry and strange. She asked the roadman, and the hard-born walked to the train station with two legs, touched her pocket and choked — there was no money to buy the ticket home. "Are you not afraid?" I asked Mrs. White. If it were me, I'd be in such an unknown place, broke, scared to death. Speaking of which, at 3 p.m., Ms. White turned on her voice, and when she was on the line, the anchor of the “lawyer” she was also excited to say that recently the anchor was helping a child to find his biological parents, and that after so many thousands of dollars of small hearts, he told the audience about the progress of the story, and that if she went earlier, she could still get a little present. "Fear?" The white lady picked out her eyebrow, blinked at me, and had a taste of the word. But it's already started, and her attention was quickly drawn to her cell phone. When I asked her again, she threw her head off and said, "That's life. People are alive and life is going to last."

“This is life”, the most she has ever said in her life. On many occasions, Ms. White has been vague and unwilling to tear and explore her true feelings. What's the point of reflection? It's better to turn all our misfortunes to fate. Such a simple and desperate push may be the best float that can be caught in a river of human life, built from pain and numbness. So, Miss White, under her so-called "fate" arrangement, went into a hotel and opened her mouth with a magic mirror opening: "Can I just, if I don't have any money, wrap it up and let me stay?"

Since the arrival of Ms. White, the hotel's business has been full of strange and delicate daily guests. Of course, the hotel owner was happy, and he blamed it on his good intentions, and then he bit his teeth, and the good guys did it, and he looked forward to a bigger and longer-term reward for his good intentions. - The next month, he paid Ms. White $500. It's a pity that Mrs. White has failed. Seven.

There's a big song and dance hall in the vicinity of the hotel, with a big background, and the boss, Zhang Wei, is a medium-aged man. In Ms. White's system of men's evaluation, “Sven” is at the highest level. For example, she used Li Jian to sing, noding: One day, the Sven came to the hotel for an hour to rest, and it happened to be a smiling white lady. Ms. Paik, like a hyena, took him to her room, cheered him up with fat cheeks, and slammed her mouth and water taps in a brazen manner. "You're very nice, are you interested in going to the dance hall?" I'm sure your salary is higher than yours."

The useless white lady stopped. Soon, Ms. White began her work in Zhang Wai's cabaret and became a leader in a very short time, with a dozen ladies in her hands. It is also common for her to be able to pacify in-house in-breathing drunk guests, and to be able to cope with the gruesome search of her wife. With the exception of alcohol, Ms. White's monthly base salary has risen to $3,000 — in 1996, a job fair was held in schools, and in 2021, the country's famous brand-named hotel came to our university for a minimum of $2,000 a month. Ms. Zhang Wei also said that if she could introduce new girls, she would get $50 if they did one time. Ms. Paik had a simple account in her head: if she could pull 10 people, she would have had at least 10 rolls a month, she would have raised at least $5,000 a month! When she returned to city B, she was followed by more than 10 voluntary women, ranging from 17 to 18 to 40 years of age, including a young niece, White Bobo. White Bobo was my second uncle's daughter when she was 18 years old and hated poverty in the mountains and didn't want to waste her youth in the mountains, even though she knew what her aunt had done, she fought to leave with her wife. She used her face as a weapon, danced with her long sleeves and sold poorly, and soon a large number of men fell under her skirt. On several occasions, Ms. White, the director of the dance hall, was summoned by a guest, and then, before he could react, he was punched in the face. It turns out that cousin Baekbo likes to tell stories about life: poor, young, brought here to make money... The beauty weeps for you to save. It's been a long time since "Salvaging the dust," and after the white lady had been beaten like a tool, the white porcelain has been rounded up in his client's arms to explain, "Stop fighting, I volunteered!"

Finally, the farce ended with the loud and angry voice of the guest, the "faceless" and the time-bound poor man sitting back in the lantern and the green room. After a while, Baek Boo disappeared for a month, and the white lady was so anxious to talk to her, that she was not cheating? It was later known that Baek Bopo had moved into a large villa of a wealthy businessman and would, on his own initiative, for the first time bestowed on the rich businessman, with 100,000 cash, plus some jewelry. In addition to Zhang Wei's dance halls, the business of the dance halls in B city is also on fire, and of course a large number of girls are needed to attract. Ms. White, with so many high-quality resources in her hands, naturally attracts the desire of flies. In order to balance her relationship, Zhang Wei lent her to his friend Zheng. Ms. Paik came to report to Mr. Cheng with a dirty face and followed seven or eight girls. However, Mr. Zheng was a searcher, the girls' salaries were broken and the wine was cancelled. Mrs. White would've done that, but now she can't see it, she can't see it, she can't see it, she can't see it.

Ms. White's gone, and he's running away, and the door's still open. Mr. Jung came up with a small step, and it was a nice touch: "Bitch, you can go and pay."

A day or two later, Ms. White, who was the victim of this loss, led the girls to the wall while the moon was high. "It's almost 4:00 in the morning, and the dance hall is over. In the middle of the day, a group of women ran to hell for fear of being taken back to be beaten before it was too late. Oh, my God.

Ms. Paik then worked in Zhang Wai's office, but she also worked as a labour agency, which provided girls for the dance halls. She continued to travel to and from J Province, even to Sichuan and Nemong. She rented a house for the women of the country and, at most, followed with her 50-60. In general, the dance halls divide girls into two categories: unmarried girls and married young women. The price of the two is very different. In addition to providing for their own music and dance halls, White Lady sells her hand to other music and dance halls with flexibility, approximately three times a month. In addition to the introduction fee, Ms. White made a new payment for her head, 500 for an unmarried girl and 100 for a married woman. Ms. Zhang closed her eyes to all these private events. The two people also maintained an uncertain relationship, with Zhang Wei, and other black-and-black dance halls were afraid to go to White Lady for any serious trouble. "There was a lot of money every day, three or four years, and I didn't spare it, but there were 100,000 more in my head!"

At that time, Ms. Paik was sitting in the mountains and throwing money at her relatives and friends before a good man in Liangshan. As soon as she returns to J Province, she will be slaughtered and bled as a fat goat by relatives and neighbours who remain at home. 8

In 1998, soon after the new century, Ms. White dragged herself into a weak, debatable body and embarked on a train to her home in J Province. She quit her job and won't go back to the dance hall. The train station was finally visited, but the person she most wanted to see, with the exception of Baek Bo and several sisters, never appeared. Most of the nine children of the White House are cautious and follow their parents' trajectories, at least, and they don't move in their lifetime. If you get married, you'll have to put up with it forever. If you want to do something that is contrary to the country's homecoming, it is up to you to recognize it or not, or not. The only exception to the family is a popular white lady. It wasn't until last year that the White Lady shared her past with Zhang Wei, and made a shame in the micro-mail video: "What was so happy about him?"

Zhang Wai's management is based on Eun Wai, who is to be commended for detailing a small thing that someone does. If he wants to care about someone, it's the real thing he's giving, not the big pie. Ms. Paik recalls Zhang Weiqua, who said, “It's not the most beautiful, but it's a special woman”. The unattractive male guests in the box forced white ladies to compete and drink with them, and Zhang Wei occasionally appeared as a savior, blocking her in front of the hegemonic president. Zhang Wai smoked during the North Shawser winter night, when the exhausted white lady left work, waiting at the door for the staff on duty to come home. As a result, Ms. Paik took this line and hated the fact that she could not steal the monkeys of the great gods and turn dozens of them to work for him. Love has turned her into a workaholic, and the Savior has only occasionally stepped on a cloud of seven colours. Most of the time, the white lady is a pig who doesn't want to turn on the water. Finishing the salty hands, drinking and vomiting, we have to get out and do something else. With this look, Ms. White is supposed to be a man, but on a moral level, she's a little girl and a little girl with no background. Ms. Zhang Wei advised the wife not to give birth to a son in the hope that she would secretly give him a son. So, what happens to Ms. White? In addition to his status as owner of the cabaret, Zhang Wei is the manager of a well-known local bookshop, and his wife is the Minister of Local Advocacy. By the time the front room arrived, Ms. White was two months pregnant. When confronted, the white lady became a stingy red pepper with her stomach covered and her ears covered the story of a couple who knew each other and married. To be honest, Ms. White was not moved by the story, but by the attitude of the Minister of Information. "The whiteliest man goes in, comes out with a little color, I understand." "Do you think you can help him?"

What can a poor white lady say? Ms. White is well-positioned and claims to be a good and just person. It would be better if people didn't look for her, and she was ashamed to leave. Zhang Wei showed up when Ms. White went to the black clinic alone and shot the child. There was a strange smell in the hotel, where two people were quiet, lying on one side of the bed and smoking silently. This is the last time they met. Zhang Wei had laid down $10,000 in her bed as a sign of breaking away from the relationship, and Ms. White returned in silence as her preferred destination. Ms. White has no culture, no background, nothing but flesh and a hot heart. A piece of dust fell into the light which she had imposed, and her bones were strong and humbled, as was evident at this moment. You can't feel someone else's light when they're in the light, but when they're in the dark, they're not. "Why don't you leave? Ms. White's voice was amplified by several points, "Well, I'm not losing either. He slept with me, and I slept with him! The slutty white lady returned to her home, renting a house in the streets of the city where the individual had gathered. She shouted for a car to climb up the hill to the dangerous village of Yangwood, where she was taking her grandmother to live in the city, and her horns were ringing, and it would be her fault if a dog in the village did not come out. Look at her stylish style, the neighbors of the country are crying to their grandmother, "You've got a college in your house and you're a government official."

That year, my brother was nine years old. According to his relatives, his grandmother was very naughty. Mrs. White hasn't seen her son in a long time. She sprayed the microphones all day long, and then grunted and drank, or killed all night alone at the Mahjongg Palace. As the leader of Liang Shan, the white lady is naturally able to help her family and friends in poverty by five years, and my dear grandmother is very upset at the fact that she is drunk today. By chance, Ms. White had met a man who was also of the Kosven age. As she had seen, she had come to her senses, she had been desperate, and a few months later, she had been divorced in a hurry, as if she had been on a game mission. She can't even remember the man's name now. The reason for the divorce was that she was so curious to see me scratching my cheeks and dying, she finally became so kind and suffocated, "I don't like it!"

It's my turn after this wedding and divorce. 9

In the early summer of 1999, nearly 70-year-old grandmothers woke up early and were scheduled to come downstairs and swerve, and to eat on the morning stand. The powder is softer, and the old lady can't even see a tooth. The smell is fresh on the streets, probably because it rained overnight. Grandma opened the door in her arms and was ready to go downstairs. She saw an extra basket coming out of the door floor. She was in a hurry to return and woke up the white lady who was crying and sleeping. That is how the white lady who rises up and rises up to the sky, meets me who knows nothing in the cradle.

"X-fucking! Who the hell is that? Throw a baby in the door!"

I was scared by this angry voice and crying, and white lady staring at me several times. But when Grandma held me up, I turned my face into tears, and she couldn't be content. It's the way people get on the dish, the way they make white ladies laugh, and I'm like I'm born with a heart. Grandma saw my smile in her arms, and she had an idea: "Hey, be a kitten and a puppy, you don't have kids, you might be able to take care of you."

My dear grandmother entrusted me to Ms. White or to me. She insisted on leaving me behind, and in the absence of any cultural basis, she took a season and named me Summer. I hate that name in the middle of the second term. I don't think it's a good name for me. I've been thinking about a couple of web hostess names like "Blue Purple" "Cool Snow" "Sweeted" and I've called a white lady to take me to the police station to change my name. Ms. White listened to me, first he was angry at me for bad taste, then she was lazy about me. It's like her "fatty girl" is great! Ms. Paik also let her go, thinking that Grandma might just be bored living in town, and then send me to a welfare home when my mother doesn't want to. After a while, my biological parents came to the door with fruit and gifts, and they didn't know if they were conscience. They were both primary schoolteachers, with a six or seven-year-old girl, who was supposed to be the sister I never met — and my grandmother threw her out without being polite. "Is it true that you want a son, you lose your daughter, and you do it with culture?" "My daughter is very nice to her, look at these things!"

Both of them left with their sister and did not come after that, leaving no contact details or address. Sixteen years later, I was dragged by a white lady with a mind full of “honor-to-home” for having to endure sexual harassment by his stepfather, Xu Li. In fact, when her biological parents came to the house, the White Lady had no idea who she was with. The grandmother, who was alone in the rental house, saw the money hidden under several layers of blankets at stake, an old lady who licked her non-existent teeth, and the old man gave me all the money to buy milk powder, lest I starve to death. A wrinkled grandmother who chewed chili sauce for the next month. Until Mrs. White found out in her conscience: ah, there were old mothers and little towed bottles at home. And then, Mrs. White got so much guilt and so many sour feelings: "I don't know why your grandmother was so nice to you!"

I did not know my life from the beginning, and it was only after white lady fell ill in 2014 that I was born and told. I wasn't lying. I was kind of crashing. Unlike Ms. White, I've hated bitter dramas since I was a child, simple misunderstandings, pale malice, predictable and strong-buff indulgentness, euphemism of the Virgin Mary, and inexplicable family pleasures. But I became the leading actor in the bitter drama without any warning, and my life was in vain, though there was no ink-colouring. I hated the explosion for a few moments. After a few minutes, I'm so sorry. And then I thought that I'd known that I'd never be a good girl, and that I'd have a good reason to be a heartless wild kid, and that I'd be able to get a sense of it. I do, however, prefer to keep Ms. White secret. Because after that, Ms. White moved from being a selfless mother to being the benefactor of a clear-coded price-for-return, and this loss of charred fire burned my scarce life into a wasteland, which in turn led me to panic and aversion to intimacy. Love has a price, and the relationship with Ms. White is gone. She gave me the care, and I would have thought that she would have something to help me later and that she would never know. Grandma was an accident, and I couldn't figure out why she was surrounded by eight children and 15 grandchildren before she died. 10

In 2004, something big happened — Grandma almost burned herself and me. I'll be bald when the white lady of the game finally comes back from the Tibetan Plateau. Grandma was 75 years old and took care of me, and he moved her to the flat. At that time, cousin Baekbo had the good news of the marriage, and the happy white lady had again boarded the train and opened the way north. This time, instead of following an old group of girls behind her, she pulled me with this towed bottle. At this point, I would like to refer to the second person to whom Ms. White's often condolences come from time to time — my northern father. Mrs. White is not so angry with him: “Good New Year! I'm still alive and I can't help it!

Liu Bei, who is in his 70s, has three sons under his knees. The boss is a teacher, his brother runs a Chinese pharmacy and his brother works in Beijing. In recent years, the sons have gone to one and two sick, all on his meagre pension. From 2004 to the end of 2006, Ms. White became a common-law partner of Liu Bei without a marriage certificate and lived in a small courtyard in the town. I also had the privilege of having a name, Liu Hui. "Father Love" is too abstract for me, and I'm lucky to have Liu Bei, or I don't know how to take it when my classmates mention the name "Daddy." "Oh, your Northern father, I heard you were bullied at school, so you put a hammer in your school bag and you get bullied and you go to hell! I said, "You can't teach a child this, he won't listen, he says she can't be bullied, and he's carrying it." It's okay. You used nails to fight."

The hammer is cooler. I look like I've been chewing on my fingernails, and I don't even have a stabbing on the blackboard. At the far end of the alley on the eastern side of the town, the rusty red iron door squeaked and pushed and looked into a courtyard. To get to the bottom, it's two clean flats. The white lady and the northern father lived in the right-hand house with the tumbling, and I saw the tumbling, and I was so excited to have a modern bed on the left. On the left desk of the yard, the northern father planted a variety of flowers, like a spring, summer and autumn bar, thanks here and red there. The almond trees that I miss most in the courtyards, and I sit at its feet at times, mourning the head of the fish that was killed, the bones that were eaten, the desolated petals and so on. It's in this yard that I and Mrs. White are really familiar. I have a mother's love and a father's love. But Mrs. White is a little bit unlucky, and she's a little girl and she's fighting me for her father's love. Northern dad's a school cook. He's a good cook. Ms. White did not like pasta, and one day she threw chopsticks and behaved like crazy. Dad made a big bowl of white rice at night, and chili fried meat and hot fish, and the tongue was spicy. Dad's wearing a big teatt, grunting and sweating at his aprons, making white ladies laugh. I was in a car accident, and after the plaster was removed, my dad was afraid I'd come out of my way and take me to another alley on an old bike. Once out of the house, as usual, my father took me to the back seat without realizing that she was sitting at the stone table in the yard with her legs on her legs, and she was so angry: "Just take her to play!"

Since then, the back seat of the bike, apart from school, does not belong to me. Only the bar in front became a friend of mine. In the last days of 2006, Ms. White and Dad stated that they were going to take me to the city to buy new clothes. "Girls buy what they like, don't save money. You see what you like, buy yourself two, come back early." Dad took the money out of his pocket and crouched himself in my pink princess bag. Look at me early in the morning, knowing the way I was awake, and stabbing my face with my beard, "Girl, hold Daddy." I turned around and ran. As usual, Ms. White was carrying a bag and carrying nothing. She led me out of the red iron door, out of the alley, and never returned. Ms. Paik is a man who enjoys the present, and who cares a lot, and even if the debtor comes to the door with a bunch of people, she can eat and watch the live. Once she had a thought in her head, whether it was good or bad, she would be a guide to her actions and would do it for the next second. She could not have anticipated those escapes prior to 2007, and this time she took the initiative to do so. As to the correctness of the place of arrival, she would remove herself from her account as a “fate” troublemaker. This year, cousin Baek Bo ended the marriage with the birth of a defective daughter. The hospital concluded that the girl would not have lived until 18 years of age, and that she had indeed reached the age of 10, and that she had not learned to walk. Cousin Baek Bo's heart broke her heart. Before the marriage, Baek Boo made a lot of money, which she was called upon to make, and which she had no sense of at all, most of which she spent in the casino. The relatives who didn't drink her blood, envied and turned their mouths: Cut! It's worth the present! She would not do anything else, but she did not remarry, and she would no longer be as bitter and even despised as the women in her village after having had the experience of “laying money”. She thinks it's the fastest and the least expensive, not to mention that she does have a good skin bag. For more than 20 years, cousin Baekbo fought daily, but they were used for alcohol, gambling in Macao, beauty, gynecology and depression. Eleven.

Ms. White and her father from the north ended their coldness and began to mourn the next one with their unsuspecting openings. The head looks like a decent three-storey building, which the White Lady spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in 2013, but it has nothing to do with her now. "X your mother, give me 80 cents in New Year's, give me a coffin! Your daughter knows all about giving me $9.9.

Ms. White scolded people, but the vocabulary was limited and the main hit was not reasonable. She speaks very clearly and very quickly, making it impossible for people to talk. It's hard to get a soprano out of a woman's mouth. After all, every time she goes to KTV, she's going to the Tibetan Plateau, she's going to go to Hong Kong and she's going to say it. When Ms. White left from her father in the north, she quickly pushed me to say "Daddy" to Zhoushan, but my mouth was like glue, and "Uncle" didn't squeeze out. I was so lost. How did Mrs. White buy me a dress? How did you get this place? It is a pity that the white lady with the bouquet can only speak to the man who shouts, and that the train has to turn to the bus, so I can't put in a bad word. How did Ms. Paik take her place last week? The client was vague, about Zhoushan, who had been in the province of J. While the white bamboo beads were in the red iron gates of the northern town for three years, the cross-territorial link was never broken. Zhoushan salutes a short, stupid face, a loose belt on his pants, accompanied by a half-laden horn. He suffered a lot. Everyone said he was honest, and everyone hated him. Even his parents preferred his youngest son. A small amount of light has appeared in his life and is estimated to have contributed to Ms. White. In his previous long-distance contacts, he had been very fond of white ladies and honest people, as well as his parents, who had been married for a month (allegedly deceived by a Guizhou woman), and without children, it would not have been too bad for me, the key was that he was a Z provincial and rich. When Ms. Paik is brought in, Zhoushan has captured her specialty in “run” and, in order to remove her disguise as soon as possible, she has to be tied to the law. Like many rural men, Zhoushan believes that marriage is the rope that society has given them, so that women can be bound in a firm manner so that they may not break free, even if they have thousands of grievances. In any case, they quickly obtained a marriage certificate. Is Ms. White overrated or undervalued? For many years, I've been wondering why Zhoushan-hoon? Lady White used to give me white eyes, and always gave me away, "For you."

It's a shame that she's chosen her own life. It's too cheap to be grateful. Recently, I asked her another question. "Question! I'm sick of asking! I don't want to talk to you anymore. Hang up!"

"Wait a minute! Do you want to eat Hunan fish?" I said. If you don't buy you're a dog, I'll talk to you for a few minutes.

Ms. Paik said that while she had always looked at it, she still wanted to have a traditional marriage. Paradoxically, she does not take the choice of the person to whom she is married seriously, often the person who has now appeared as a “fate-given” and she holds on to it and does not think about what has not happened. Of course, she's not loyal to marriage, and if she fails, it's a big deal. After Ms. Paik and Zhoushan had agreed on how to live, they rushed to work in the next river town. I was sent to one of the local primary schools to study in the first grade, and then on Friday, I took a bus home, where my grandparents, who were less than a month old, took care of the weekend. My language is still very strong, unlike the poor white lady, who has learned local languages for so long. I'm probably the one who wants to survive, who's the smallest, who can't beat his fingernails, who can't beat him, who's gonna get bullied for three days. In September of that year, when she gave birth to my sister, who was sitting on her son, she pulled me to read "Reciprocation of Juger" and kept on touching the china. A major event took place during the year — my brother, Xian Wei, was imprisoned in a juvenile facility, re-education through labour for three and a half years, allegedly for murder. 12

In 2009, Ms. Paik decided to change her way of life, and she became the boss in River Town, opened a sawmill, from the docking of raw materials to the packaging, with a hand-in-hand round, and a gyro-column. The reason for opening the factory is for my stupid stepfather Zhoushan. In the sawmill, the best is to count the saw master, and Zhoushan-Kei can only make a saw, and has run away from more than a dozen factories without learning how to do it. Ms. White's sarcasm and headaches was such that she thought that her husband could not depend on her husband and that she should be the boss. Ms. White raised $45,000 from public and male friends for start-up funding. At that time, one of the smallest plants, at an annual rent of 8,000, was cheap, making it difficult for more than 100,000 equipment. Ms. Paik ran from her own house to her own, and the equipment actually made her half-lease. My brother-in-law was still alive, and he was a man who liked to go around, and he helped Ms. White collect a good car from her village. The first car made tens of thousands of dollars, thus opening the way. As a new trade and as a woman, Ms. White managed to reach out to people and meet Master Xiao at the wine table. Then Ms. White started three or four trips a week to J. - The wood drawn from J Province is over 900 pieces, and if bought locally, it's over 1,200. A truck, capable of carrying about 50 squares of wood. To keep an eye on the cargo, Mrs. White always follows the car herself. The van leaves at dusk and arrives early in the morning. On a large truck, with the exception of the driver ' s seat, there is one small bed, one transport, and two drivers in turn. At night, if Ms. White is not stuck in a small bed with the driver, she will have to sit in a tight co-pilot. It's hard to imagine how her fat flesh was squeezed together. Half the month runs on the road, and the strong white lady is tired. One time she was tired and told Zhoushan to go with her car, and didn't think Zhou Zhishan would scratch his head and ask, "Well, I'm not tired. I don't want to sleep in the car at night.

Mrs. White is so mad to get up from bed and throw things at people: "Sleep! Should I book you a hotel on the highway?"

With regard to the sale of the tablets, Ms. White has also made a small effort to find a fixed buyer with personality charm, to run back and forth, without planning, and to achieve a simple chain. In the prime of her life, the White Lady took the initiative to become the "head of Liang Shan" and to bring in her brother, brother, brother, sister, sister and sister to raise her salary. This has led Zhoushan, who has often gone mad behind his back, to quarrels, but only to be angry. Ms. White, too, used to be a pain in the ass, threw a new, cool motorcycle at him, and he just fell on his head. Ms. White's fight for money and material, like her life, is a ruckus. Young people earn money from their bodies and from old age, partially subsidized by a bunch of brothers and sisters (who arranged the marriage of the fifth and the second uncles), partly by eating and drinking to comfort their hearts, and fully implement the concepts of enjoymentism and consumerism, with no idea of saving money. In 2011, a friend of mine mysteriously spoke to Ms. White saying that she had a family member who was a loan shark and called a white lady to make money together. A friend, in a box with his chest, said he had taken his car and his savings to make a lot of money and had just collected a lot of interest. Ms. White was a hot bloodbath, excited to come up with 350,000, making important investments for friends' conspirators...

Ms. White is busy with her career and her fun, and naturally, in my world, she is often absent. Even I realized that chest growth was a very embarrassing accident. In order for a school to enter school for the first time, it is necessary to measure the height and weight of each student. When I got to the podium and I took my coat off and stood up in a T-shirt, the boys started laughing. I was on stage for a moment and hate could not be invisible. Later, the male classmate called me "Vine Seed" or the female classmate suggested I needed to buy underwear. I spoke to a woman who had a hard time with an Internet addict, Miss White Mimi, and she threw her big, big cup of underwear at me. But why aren't you getting your period?"

And finally, under the guidance of a good girl of mine, I walked into the lingerie shop for the first time shyly and in a panic, and bought a suitable bra. 13

In the years since the sawmill was opened, the White Lady has many identities: a strong businessman, a rich sister, an online love for “fatty girls” and a desire to be a mediaman, who has been so excited or struck by thunder that several marriages are made. Every time she went out for business, she came back and introduced me to the age-appropriate boy from a certain family in the business, and said, "This is nice, this is handsome, one, two, three and I'm lucky I'm too young to marry." So far, however, I have to count my second and fourth uncles. As I said earlier, my miserable second aunt has been a super-faced man for most of her life, and he's always smiling at people. When my uncle went up to the mountains and dug, he was stoned. After she died, my aunt met my uncle and timidly encouraged her to mediate. The white lady smiles straight, she's shivering and shaking, and everybody spreads this article, and she'll end up with a cut, and the honest and timid 4th uncle can't agree. – When she was young, she took a train with her wife to Fukushima and saw the yellow-haired boy on the other side, scared himself to pay for it, threw it to her in the middle of the electric stone fire, followed by the white lady, who was staring at her face, running on the train and hiding in the next carriage. Ms. Paik didn't want to help his aunt, she was a thief and went to his uncle's house. The next day the old man at the factory said it wasn't very good to be soundproof with Ms. White. There's a custom at home that if you're married to a dead husband, you have to take a red bag, and you don't have to give it to a girl who's not married. "I'm in trouble for taking away their red bag!" White lady's anger - In the same month, the car carrying wood in the factory was arrested three times, and the white lady gave a fine of $60,000 in pain. “The factory has never had a cut-off certificate. Think about it, a cut-off certificate costs more than $100, a cube (wood) requires a cut-off certificate costs 3,000. And that month, like a ghost, got caught three times in the middle of nowhere.

Ms. Paik went so far and expressed so bitterly that she had sacrificed too much, and then imitated the way the village leader came to see her. But then she also said, "How can you tell me about your sister? The second time Ms. White was a matchmaker for her cousin. Cousin Baeksha's life was perfect, like Yao Sun. When I was a kid, I saw Guo Fong in "The Legend of the Martial Arts" and felt like a thief. In the late 1990s, she was taken to the Northern Ballroom with her cousin Baek Bo. Later, she followed her sister to the international market. In 2013, cousin Baeksha decided to quit her job. Turning to the next page of life, it felt like there was nothing left to do and flew to Z Province to visit her aunt, sister-in-law and social leader, Ms. White. And when I looked at it, I swayed with my faith, and I swayed to my present husband. Yoon-jin is a little punk in River Town, with a skinny face with a tight eye on him, and he looks like he's thin, but he's got a good leg. Both of them often went to the city to date the first winner, and Ms. White was a driver and an “electric light bulb” and then a matchmaker. After the marriage, cousin Pasha gave birth to two sons, who had been living in a rental house in River Town. Ms. Paik was proud of the marriage and felt that she was saving money. When I was sick, she looked up and said, "My God, give her my blessing!"

Many women in the leather business had a similar start, and luck had it all. Fortunately, when you get married to someone with a family, you go to the village or you go to China, your parents are able to face up hard in the village and the family; when you get lucky, you get paid for a few years, you fix the house, you marry your brother and brother, then you go back to the country and you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get married, you get sick, you get sick, you get sick, you get married, you get sick, you get sick, you get married, you get sick, you get sick, you get married, you get married, you Pesha said that her sister Baek Boo is now alone in the Philippines and that depression is severe, either gambling with alcohol or taking medication every day. Ms. Paik has a new topic: "A man named Zhao Kendo, in the chess room in River Town, he's good at cards, but he's always jerking off and sitting on my lap and touching my milk!"

"It's not enough for Yoo Kin to make money, so it's not as good as when I was a lady."

"The next time I call Zhao, let's eat."

The trees move the dead, the white lady and the women can't be honest as a village woman. 14

Early in the summer of 2014, on the eve of my midterm, Ms. Paik committed a disease at the factory in Guizhou. In the end, she is not Superman, and even if she breathes herself every day, she cannot resist the weight of life. The efficiency of the Rivertown plant had inevitably declined as a result of Ms. Paik ' s successive roll-out of the truck. When a friend told me that the Lepin sawmill in Guizhou was doing better, she went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. With an unprecedented level of impeccability, Ms. White quickly took care of a local owner at the wine table, who was in charge of the raw materials and Mrs. White was in charge of the equipment. In addition to the equipment available and the factory, the bar is also indispensable in the business, especially when Ms. White enters an absolute male domain. Her body was already at the end of the crossbow as many years of day and night turned upside down and drank. The trip to Guizhou, which has been bulging for days, is inevitable. One day, she suddenly fell down in the factory, and the people present were terrified and shouted, "X! White bamboo is not dead, right?"

Upon arrival at the hospital, a series of fine examinations were carried out from white hair to the soles of the feet, Ms. White's Hitti brain infarction, stroke, diabetes, severe “three heights” ... She has no understanding of the names, but her physical reaction cannot be ignored, especially because she is scrumptious, slobbering, unable to move his hands and feet, like a village fool, who sores and weeps and thinks that she will die soon, insisting that the leaves will fall. After a long journey, Ms. Paik returned to her home hospital in J Province. "Your brother's skin-skinned, deranged ghost, who comes to see me, will seal a bag, and your grandmother will put it in the hospital drawer. He's here. All right, we're gonna steal this money at night!

"I'm not his mother! Son of a bitch, I'm gonna cut him off!"

After some time of treatment, Ms. White ' s face finally returned to normal, but social relations were torn to pieces. In addition, her left body has lost its ability to function normally, her memory is severely impaired, her head is dizzy, her vision is down, her urine is high, and in the future she will go to total dementia. Under pressure, after two months, Ms. Paik returned to her husband ' s home and walked on a river town that had lived for almost 10 years, unable to remember her path. I laughed at her stupidity, but I was so upset. The disease is so terrible that it quickly deprives white ladies of the hot and strong of their sharpest nails, turning her into a stench of stinking mud. When Mrs. White comes home with a limp and sits in her new room with all her savings, the father-in-law and her husband hit her with a headline that can put mosquitoes to death:

"Aah, the third floor of the house is undecorated. What's wrong with you?

"The money is gone! What are you doing running a factory? Where are the factories? We know the losers!"

Ms. White is silent, and I even doubt that she was transferred on the train, after all, she was never so quiet. Fahrenheit said that the scope of “family” was scalable from time to time. Our pattern is like throwing a rock over the water, a wave of ripples. So, white lady's centered ripple -- that summer of 2014, when people confirmed that she fell, it was almost gone. At the end of the spring season in 2015, Zhoushan listened to her parents ' advice, leaving her home quietly to earn a living outside her home without leaving a message and a living. Ms. White can't cut the dishes because of her lack of strength. The father-in-law stood idly by and cursed from time to time to say "fast claws". When I was hungry for a few days, my sleeve was on the stove. After Ms. Paik had been in the middle of an unwieldy command and had fought several rounds to kill her enemy, I fired several black “cass bodies”. I don't know what to do with Mrs. White, who went to bed with tears and cried with her. I think it was my crying that was so ugly that she stopped and turned her back on her mouth, and she said, "Cry your mother! I'm not dead! I'm hungry and I'm bringing food to your mother!"

After that, the White Lady wanted to go to River Town and get some work done. But everyone hides as a scorpion, even her former best friend, afraid to get sick. A good sister laughed at her: "You're a woman, you're a man!"

It was unexpected that she had actually taken that view. The river town communicators exceeded 5 G in efficiency and immediately introduced Ms. Paik to a man in a nearby Ming Sing village. By April, the days of tea-making in the small town of the south had been characterized by rain and asphalting and ticking, with loud motorbikes and men's curses outside the home of Ming-sun village, drawing many of the popular villagers. Zhoushan said with a stick: "Beautiful bead, there are plenty of wild men, have you slept enough, how much money have you made?"

Before I could take my uniform off, I took the fruit knife off the table and stood in front of the white lady who was staring. My eyelids are beating, my heart is beating so fast, my mouth doesn't give a shit, "Don't come back here again, I'm not afraid to die!"

The new stepfather was sitting in the lobby with his legs on his back, and his former stepfather Zhoushan stood in front of the yard with a stick on his feet, with a colourful umbrella standing outside the courtyard and watching with cold eyes. Ms. Paik ran to me, spat her mouth and started scolding her, and she was still rude and soundless. I hate myself, I hate myself, I can't do anything, I have to pretend to be funny and mean. I wonder if it would be any better if I were as sharp as it was. 15

Xu Li was the last husband of Ms. White, one year younger than Ms. White, and had never been married. Prior to Ms. Bai ' s arrival, no one in Ming Seon Village was willing to deal with him as anti-socially as well as the neighbours ' desire to stay as far away from him as possible. Several years earlier, he had even punched and kicked his father, who had not died. His hair was constantly strangling, full of yellow teeth, dented in black cheeks, with a few sharp marks. The most frightening thing is the look in his eyes, like the wild dogs that wander around the village, which bites you. In the first two months of living together, Seo Li Sang even said to the white lady, "Whether you marry me or cure you, you can go wherever you want." And two months later, he was like, "I'm so fucked up, I'm like, "Get the fuck out of here, you son of a bitch." After each storm, Seo-Li talks about how much she has paid for White Lady in a day or two, and the figures are increasing, 1,000 dollars last month and zero more next month. “Forget it, sometimes it comes to thinking that someone would at least pay me so much for drugs, put up with his temper and stay with him, even if it was a reward.”

Ms. White did her old business, looking for a “boyfriend” with the "near" function, which was like a self-evidence, but to whom. In many afternoons, she travelled on public transport to the town's central square in River Town, where she went with men of all kinds to poor-quality hotels, earning a poor $50 and $70, and subsidized the money to Xu's house for daily expenses. In the years that followed, she had changed a new washing machine, a big refrigerator, a bed, a cupboard for this broken family... but only the voice of Seo-Li, the "dead bitch."

If he didn't say anything, he would have taken a white lady's cell phone to me, staring at me with sarcasm and forcing me to watch white lady talk dirty to some man. Mrs. White will take back her cell phone, and I don't know what to do. These are the things that he laughs at, and that's what she feeds. Every time I get humiliated like this, I think, "I hate it, every night I have nightmares of killing and throwing dead bodies, but when I'm done with the bodies, Seo Li's eyes stare at me straight outside the window. I hate it, why she adopted me, why she adopted me, why I want to live this life." I hate it, why I am a girl, why I stand on a high floor and do not dare to jump. The process of ending the marriage between Ms. Zhoushan and Ms. Baek has also been very difficult. He did not wish to send money home, nor did he take the initiative to say that he was divorced, so that he could die. Ms. Paik was frustrated and then “share”, but the division of the house and debt persisted and ended up in court. In order to get away from Zhoushan, Ms. Paik retreated, and the house returned to Zhoushan, leaving tens of thousands of debts, half each. In 2016, for the first time, Ms. White had been subjected to violent domestic violence. It's just that she's been dead for a long time. That weekend, I sat at the door with her and watched the black-pressed clouds roll and the air suffocated. I pray not to rain, because if it rains, the worker will return. I suddenly think of my father and ask Ms. White not to regret leaving the North? The white lady's face was dry, her eyes were confused, she sewd her teeth, and then she squeezed a long sighs from her chest, as if she had exhausted all the energy of her body: “Nothing later, without regret, that's the life of the individual.”

Perhaps, as Ms. White said, “Fate”, fate made her uncomfortable, and there must have been a moment when she was reluctant to continue following a young man who was over half a century old, in the small town of the North, which had no name. In the summer of 2017, I graduated from high school recklessly and sadly. Because Seo-li's cloudy, my college life is probably off the hook. Ms. Paik tried to send me to work in the Philippines, and later thought that it would be useful to have a network, so she sent me to the new Internet Talent Institute. This college, which came from Beijing, found a job and charged tens of thousands of dollars after being able to graduate. At noon, the white lady looked at me as she had been texted to the hotel by the college teacher under the pretext of taking things, and she understood everything, but there was no warning. In the afternoon, I called her and cried, and she was on the other side of the phone with the “pity” of how I could have escaped with a few points, to put it mildly: “Hey, what's going on here, just going through it, and she took it out.”

Lady White's reaction brought me down more than the rape she almost had. This summer's experience was deeply buried in my heart, and I kept my mouth shut, and I thought I could turn a blind eye and remain pure in the face of the love of Lady White. But Mrs. White can't help but say, "That's a good teacher too. What if?

Damn, if she hadn't made rice powder for me at noon, I wouldn't have listened to her. The concept of a loved one under a long-term shelter is really narrow to me. Ms. White has occupied most of my world, but there are moments when I feel that the world is empty and unable to step on it, like the black-and-white snowflake of the television, and I am no longer the “sisters” who she can laugh at and deliver a true daughter, but who have been brought into society. But Mrs. White will protect me again, once after Xu Li was drunk and laughing with her: "Your daughter is cheaper than others, and I have raised her for several years..."

Before I finished, I was yelled at by the white lady at the table: "Don't be so cheeky!"

And yet another night of chaos. 16

Also in 2017, cousin Child Rain suddenly remembered me and wanted to take me to work in the Philippines, saying that both of her sisters were there. I can't say that I'm upset with them, and my aunt thinks I don't know what I'm doing, and she says, "A man like you, has a daughter who's read and read."

Cousin Boy Rain is the oldest daughter of my aunt. The family is poor, and after junior high school they follow White Wave, White Sand is active in Macau and the Philippines. Later, child rain and a well-established guest were married, making a leap from this to a new centre for the White House. "Whatever the black cat and the white cat catch the mouse, it's a good cat." I said. Since her three daughters had bought two rooms, she had suffered from an oscillation. Last year, cousin Baeksha listened to the voices of 34 people in the family of the White House, and many people were congratulating their peers on the rain of the children, and they were asking her to give her a red bag. In the previous year, child rain had bought luxury cars and, last year, a new house in Hainan. People are the most afraid of being compared, especially with their own faces, and that's even more torn apart. It's a good life, and it turns into a bunch of disgusting shit. In the 700-dollar-month-long rental house in River Town, white sand put his little son to sleep while the white lady came to the door with a free bus.

“Hey, that's life. We've decided not to do it.” That's what Mrs. White says. Very new, but useful. Laughing is not a whore, it's the default of most of the bottom people. This is also why, in 1996, Ms. Paik returned to her home in J Province to summon so many women who wished to stay away from her mountain. Every time the White Lady took me back to J, everyone at the White House was like a mother and a father to me, and he wanted to chew and feed me. I really thought I had a wonderful and charming gift. The women of the village have so far been envious of Liu's daughter, who was taken over by senior officials to buy a house and a car, as well as curious as to whether the sister of the Lee will perform a plastic surgery because their mother's realtor sent them to study in Korea. At first, they would stand up for moral highs, but at the end of the discussion they would end up in a red-eyed silence. In the second option, which sold my body and was cursed by Seo-li, I chose to bow down and apologized to him and received some charity. When I went to college, I worked part-time during the summer, and I rarely came home, and after working, I was sort of a family that was away for a while. Ms. White, on the other hand, has developed the skills of a dead pig who is not afraid to burn. No matter how crazy Seo Li is, she'll be able to read it live. Suh Li's insults have a much less effective effect and have to be dumb, opening the cold war paradigm. Ms. White even consoled me with the other way around: "Check! He's a bottle, and he's gonna fall." He's mad at himself. He's mad at himself. I don't care about him."

Over the years, white women have become obsessed with fortune-tellers everywhere and have seen them with their eyes. At first, she counted for herself, for what she had suffered, and at the end, she counted for me, and she gave it to me. When Tsui-Li was bored, he was occasionally misled and counted as “absolute”. On one occasion, she heard that there was a godmother who, regardless of how far he had walked, had to pull a tricycle, turned around, spent half a day finding her home. "Men look at trees, women look at flowers. If it wasn't for me, he'd be dead by now. She really felt like she was a godly Buddha, and went home and stressed it with Seo Li, and her tail almost reached the sky. I have always snouted at Ms. White's feudal superstition. Until one time she was excited to say to me, "Hey, I've done it for you, and my godmother says your real point is when you're 27 or 28, and now you're talking, and you're being too stubborn, a rabbit and two heads!

I'm relieved to bring the subject back to the White Lady, who has gone through so many hasty marriages, what does she think about marriage? I didn't think she was ashamed to say, "Well, I want to be a bird's woman."

After a while, she's old-fashioned, "It's better to have a job and a career, no one can control me!" Now it's like cooking and washing every day!

And I'm like, "Well, what's good about getting married?

"It's starting in the morning. I'm telling you girls are getting married. Divorce is better than not. Look at you.

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After the illness, the white lady's other hobby is the dog. People hate her, but dogs don't. A few years later, there were five or six dogs at home. Every time we talk on video, we mention one of them, white lady rises up from her couch and goes to her yard and says, "Look, white hair! It's your sister on the phone!

The big fat white dog jumped down in a jiggling shot and almost threw the white lady down, making her angry: "Get down! Bad dog!

And then, as I turned, I saw on the floor the sap I had bought the year before, and the white lady brought it to the kennel. And Ms. White said, "Oh, don't be so mean. It's a shame that my clothes are pretty. What happened to your sister's sleep?

Seo Li doesn't like dogs, often calls them sarcasm, and lets them out. He also went to town on purpose to collect false money, tricked the old lady who sold oranges, and then came home to brag about his wisdom, and those who were deceived deserved to die. She and he had a big fight, poor white hair, and had been kicked and choked for a long time. Today, when Ms. White is 53 years old, she is still very childish. When she called, she yelled at me to buy her little fish dried, turkey noodles, screwdrivers, roasted sausages... who in her community would not talk to her for two or three minutes, and if no one returned, she would wave - but in two days, without her bones, she would be dragged in. My brother-in-law who had pee poisoning was bored in the nursing home and called Mrs. White five times one day, afraid he'd be gone. Mrs. White didn't feel any consolation, she said, "Why are you calling so many times a day? I won't pay for your phone! I'll die too. It's a matter of time and time!

The uncle turned around and called me three times against the White Lady and asked me to persuade her not to send him any more money. Ms. White is greedy, but does not fear death. After all, she said to herself, "I think my life's good. I've played, I've eaten, I can die tomorrow."

Over the years, when I was weak, I hated my thinness and incompetence, and I let go of the white lady, stabbing her in a very sharp language, so as to calm her down. But when she chokes, I feel guilty and disgusted. In the years of chaos and whiteness, me and her became separate waves and sides. I had to flee from her shore, but the sea was too wide and dark, and my little wave was like a joke. Eventually, she will return to the shore to seek comfort. The world is too big to blame her only shore. I think I've already reconciled with her. The emotions of man and others, as I see it, end up satisfying themselves. Today, I can understand all of Ms. White's behaviour. (The characters, place names are aliases)

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