Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish - MTL

5

Music, crowds, bright lights.

Everything is intertwined and dancing in front of my eyes.

The soft-spoken people with champagne in their hands all smiled and raised their wine glasses when they saw her approaching.

"Happy newlywed."

"I wish you happiness."

"You have an early son."

She thanked her in a low voice, holding her arms around the man's arm, and gently pressing her head against the man's arm. When the music rang, the man's low cello-like voice rang in her ears: "Xiaoying, I will make you happy."

Is she happy?

In this wedding, there is no mother she loves the most, because at the beginning of their meeting, her mother died because of a villain.

In this wedding, there was no friend or girlfriend of her, because her friend fell in love with her man, so she didn't hesitate to spread rumors about her, which caused her to lose her job.

And her best girlfriend, after trying hard to persuade her to break up, turned around and left, but died on the way to see her again.

This wedding, everything, belonged to the man she was about to spend the rest of her life with. Friends, relatives, business partners, they smiled and blessed, the old lovers in the past, they are bitter.

How happy.

But she walked very tired.

Is she happy?

She looked at the man next to her, who happened to look down at her, and gradually became another beautiful and young face with a similarity.

There was a lazy temperament in her eyebrows, and when she raised her eyebrows to look at her, she was a bit tired: "Fortunately, are you happy, don't you know?"

She opened her mouth.

"I have nothing, why do I have to feel happy?"

"I can not be reconciled."

Then there was a smile on that face...

The alarm bell rang loudly, and a hand stretched out from the soft bed, Shen Ying touched the phone and glanced at it.

eight thirty.

The style of the mobile phone is a bit old, between the smart phone and the elderly phone, the sound is loud and loud enough to wake up any sleeping person.

Shen Ying turned off the phone, and her groggy mind finally became clearer. She lowered her head and flipped through the memo, patted her face, and walked into the bathroom.

The guest rooms are very warm, the beds are soft, and the bedspreads have the smell of the sun, so people don’t want to get caught in it.

Shen Ying poured some cold water on herself to get her sanity back completely. She raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror.

The pale face, the dark circles under the eyes that had been caused by lack of money these days had disappeared a bit from the sleep of last night, and only changed from black to cyan.

This is Shen Ying at the age of 22. She still has an immature student spirit, but overall she looks energetic, unlike her former self.

Shen Ying looked at her eyes, but these eyes were too heavy, she looked like an old man, not a student at all. Shen Ying bit her lower lip, and she blinked, trying to make herself look more natural. She is going to see her mother today, and she can't let her notice anything.