Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 211 Why the Moon Represents My Heart
After graduation, Zhuo Yufan did not go for an internship.

I started work at [-]:[-] in the morning and didn't leave work until [-]:[-] in the evening. I was scolded by my boss and angry with my colleagues every day.

There is only one day off a week, and it is still a day off. There is no five insurances and one housing fund, social security, and no provident fund. It is only 5000 yuan a month.

Zhuo Yufan didn't want to live such a life.

Especially when she found out that she could get 2000 yuan for sleeping with a guest for one night, she didn't want to live that kind of life even more.

And, in this line of work, she discovered that she was not alone.

When she thought that there were many girls in this world like her who made themselves disheveled for the few taels of money, she felt much less moral guilt.

Like other industries, the flesh and blood business also has a chain of contempt.

Those at the bottom are the little girls who have been in the society since they graduated from junior high school, as well as the gangsters in the secondary vocational schools and the poor students who dropped out of high school.

The service industry needs high-quality talents, and young, beautiful and serious college students like her are scarce.

Whether it's private or public, it's 2000 yuan a night.

Even a junior college girl can call herself a college student, and get the same salary as a girl who graduated from a book, or even a girl who returned from studying in Australia.

There is no education discrimination in this industry, everyone works hard to get rich, each depends on his ability.

After staying in the circle for a long time, I feel very cordial when I meet fellow villagers and alumni.

Zhuo Yufan met a school girl who was still in her sophomore year, and the two got along pretty well.

The school girl likes Hanfu very much, and all the space is full of selfies wearing Hanfu.

Xuemei is a person with professional ethics. Although she can't achieve the noble state of performing arts without selling herself, she doesn't accept kisses or mouths when doing business.

She said that lips are used for kissing with her lover, and she should leave them for her future boyfriend, not for some bad old men and greasy middle-aged people.

As for her favorite Hanfu, she never wears it when receiving guests.

Although I know that I am already dirty, I still have a clean place in my heart for the things I love.

Zhuo Yufan didn't know if he still had something he loved.

Maybe there was once, but it was lost later.

As a high-end talent in the service industry, Zhuo Yufan would read books to cultivate his sentiments in his spare time.

Only by packaging yourself better can you sell at a better price. This is the content of the professional course "Marketing", and she is well versed in this.

Colleagues said she was putting on airs.

Sitting on the high-speed train to Shenzhen, she held a copy of "Skin Bag" and read it pretendingly.

"We are all people who are far away from home and unable to reach the other side."

After reading this, she felt very fond of it.

Most people who work in this line of work are far away from home and people they know well.

They don't want others to see the sly dog ​​behind that glamorous beauty.

As for why I chose Shenzhen, of course it is to seek better career development.

Something happened before graduation that made her famous throughout the school.

When she was picking up a guest, she happened to pick up her roommate's boyfriend.

Unfortunately, this incident was found out by a roommate.

Then, there were some quarrels in the dormitory.

Everyone knows how colorful her spare time is.

It turned out that the persona of her rich lady was a lie, her father was a courier, very shabby, not the boss of a logistics company.

Zhuo Yufan was completely reduced to a laughing stock.

After the false packaging was punctured, what was left was a kind of stubbornness that made her feel ashamed, and an unspeakable shame.

The shame made her angry and made her lose her mind.

So she and the girl started fighting in the dormitory.

The other two roommates did not stand by her, but helped the girl beat her.

In the end, she was kicked out.

A lot of hair was torn off, the face was covered with nail scratches, and the stockings were torn to pieces.

Carrying her suitcase, she left the dormitory amid shouts of "bitch" and "broken shoes".

Zhuo Yufan didn't dare to tell his family what happened at school, but just told them that he wanted to go to Shenzhen while he was young.

Dad asked her if the money was enough, and she said it was enough.

Then he called her anxiously and told her that girls must be careful outside.

Zhuo Yufan used to be impatient when he answered the phone, but listening to the voice of the "biological father" whom she hated, she listened to him for nearly half an hour for the first time.

She has met many men.

Among them are many successful people who are knowledgeable, courteous, and successful in their careers.

They were all obsessed with her body, but no one cared about her soul.

The person who cared about her soul was a poor and ugly middle-aged man with nothing.

And she once called him "biological father" on the Internet like many girls full of hostility.

The man looked at the girl beside him from time to time.

It's hard for this girl not to be noticed.

Just looking at it can make people feel beautiful from the bottom of their hearts.

He wears a black peaked cap and mask, and small silver pendants on his ears.

Her hair was very straight, and the color seemed to be dyed with ink.

Under the red short sleeves, her white lotus arms were exposed, and the black flared pants with a waist made her legs look very long.

She looks very ladylike, very temperamental.

The man shifted his gaze to the book in her hand, and immediately became interested.

"Do you like this book too?"

Zhuo Yufan raised his head when he heard the voice.

It turned out to be a gentle man wearing glasses, fair and clean, with a bit of an intellectual air of literature and art.

Zhuo Yufan has seen many such people in business.

Literature and art are just packaging, and men are equally wretched when they initiate love.

Therefore, Zhuo Yufan especially likes the word "gentle scum".

"Yes."

"We are all people who are far away from home and unable to reach the other shore."

She smiled slightly.

"I like that too."

The man's eyes lit up, so he began to discuss literature with her.

The two chatted about poetry, and then from poetry to philosophy.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yufan got along very well with him.

There are a lot of gentle scumbags who have taken over, Zhuo Yufan doesn't mind letting himself speak artistically, he just thinks it is to improve his professional ability.

She can also be regarded as "taking the best of a hundred schools of thought".

The man was a little surprised. This beautiful girl wearing a peaked cap is different from those vases, and she has deep thoughts.

Zhuo Yufan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.

"I still don't understand some of this book, can you tell me about your understanding?"

Men always like to perform in front of women. A smart woman will pretend to be weak and use a humble attitude to let a man perform in his field of expertise.

Then the men will scramble to open their tails like peacocks vying for a mate.

Sure enough, the man began to talk to her about the creation background and spiritual core of the book.

"It's a story about suffering and transcending it."

Zhuo Yufan nodded slightly, and looked at him with adoring eyes, and the expression on the man's face became brighter.

She knows how to win the favor of these men so well, she can fascinate them with a smile.

They talked happily on the bullet train, and the men even felt like they hated seeing each other later.

He was fascinated by this girl after just meeting and talking for a while.

"I've arrived."

Zhuo Yufan closed the book with a smile when he heard the arrival notice.

Hearing this, the man felt a little regretful, and reached out to help her remove the suitcase above.

"Thank you."

Before the man opened his mouth to ask for his contact information, Zhuo Yufan smiled, dragging his suitcase and walking outside.

Looking at the back of the girl going away, the man felt lost.

The journey is still going on, but he is out of his mind.

He was obviously just a passer-by, so why did he feel a little regretful about missing it?
Shenzhen is a fast-paced city, full of opportunities, and brings together countless migrant workers from all over the country with their dreams in mind.

"Here, start again."

Zhuo Yufan walked out of the train station and looked at the skyline above the city in the distance, comforting himself like this.

Here, no one cares about her past, no one knows her.

It doesn't matter how you run around.

Anyway, isn't everyone wearing a glamorous skin like this, living humble and despicable lives?
If this skin rots, all that's left is devastation.

You said that the skin is rotten and there is still a soul.

Have it?Yes.

Yes, the skin has a heart, no matter what the texture of the skin is, it wraps a heart.

Life, perhaps, is a journey packed with a heart in a skin.

Zhuo Yufan walked, looked down at his wrist.

This luxury watch was given by a boy she looked down upon.

In the past, she felt that this product was not high-grade, so she always wanted to replace it with a better one.

But for some reason, I just wore it for almost four years.

When she was kicked out of the dormitory, she walked in the rain and called Ouyang Rui.

She said: "Ouyang Rui, besides you, I don't know who to turn to now."

Then, Ouyang Rui walked a long way to see her.

He saw the girl with disheveled hair and scratches from nails on her face, sheltering from the rain under an eaves.

After being soaked by the rain, her clothes were glued together, shivering slightly, like a homeless stray dog.

The two shared a room in a small apartment.

Ouyang Rui wanted to sleep, she had been thinking about it for four years.

But that night, it suddenly stopped.

The two just lay on the same bed and talked all night long.

Talk about your past, talk about your future life.

She apologized to Ouyang Rui, but Ouyang Rui shook his head and said it didn't matter.

Those things in the past are no longer important.

That night, she thought about not doing this business and trying to start over with Ouyang Rui.

Ouyang Rui said that he thought Liu Ting was very good and wanted to marry her.

Zhuo Yufan smiled and said, "That's great, I wish you the best."

She knew that she was already dirty, so she put away the things she wanted to say to him but failed to say.

After an unknown amount of time, she fell asleep in a mist.

When I woke up early the next morning, Ouyang Rui was no longer there.

She got up and went to ask the landlord, who said that the boy paid her a month's rent.

She left a message to Ouyang Rui, thanked him, and said that the money would be returned to him soon.

Since then, the two have had no interaction at all.

"Skins" says that everyone who passes through our lives participates in us and ultimately constitutes us.

Then, when he and Ouyang Rui passed through each other's lives, they might also form a part of each other.

"What a ridiculous life..."

Zhuo Yufan thought so, and smiled slightly.

At the intersection of traffic lights, the green light is turned on.

Carrying her suitcase, she walked into the crowded crowd together with people waiting to cross the road.

……

"Prada and your endorsement contract, I help you turn down. The fifth season of "The Sound of Sheng Sheng" is about to start filming. I invite you to be the singer of the next season. Do you have any intention?"

"If you don't want to go, I will refuse the director."

Professional broker Zhuang Xiaomeng stood in Gongsun Jin's office, looking slim.

She had a cold expression, and everything she said and did showed her professionalism as a manager.

"I don't really want to go."

Gongsun Jin shook her head, and reached out to touch the black stockings on her legs.

"Not going here, not going there?"

"Why are you so lazy?"

"A salty fish like Zhong Lingzi is more ambitious than you!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng frowned, feeling quite ashamed.

"I was originally a salted fish."

Gongsun Jin leaned on the sofa and smiled faintly.

"I'm a singer, just play my music."

"I don't have a high EQ, so going to a variety show is not a way to recruit black people?"

Gongsun Jin is still very self-aware.

"Then you haven't released the new album yet?"

"There is no preparation for the concert!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng pouted and looked at him angrily.

As Gongsun Jin's manager, she was really worried.

"The new album is being produced. As for the concert, it's not the time yet."

Gongsun Jin looked out the window and smiled slightly.

At the beginning of the night when the lights are on and the stars are not visible, there is only a full moon hanging over the city.

"What's the name of the new album?"

When Zhuang Xiaomeng heard the words, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

"You have a specific plan, and I can help you do some publicity and distribution operations in advance in the studio."

"This way sales will be much better."

"You never announced your new song before, and many fans don't know about it."

With a serious face, she sat next to Gongsun Jin and began to tell him about the operation plan.

Gongsun Jin held her chin in one hand, smiled slightly, and habitually placed the other hand on her leg in black stockings.

After talking about work, Zhuang Xiaomeng got up again, locked the door and drew the curtains.

When the door opened again, a faint blush appeared on Zhuang Xiaomeng's face.

After a whole day's work, the two went downstairs to the parking lot together.

"It's still early, I'm going to drive outside for a ride, do you want to go with me, or do you want to go home?"

Gongsun Jin took the car keys and leaned against the door of the big Mercedes in the parking lot.

The lights of Daben's lights are as gentle as a lover.

"Together."

Zhuang Xiaomeng brushed her hair, smiled slightly, and got into the co-pilot.

"it is good."

Gongsun Jin drove the car to the edge of the city.

When the car window is rolled down, the evening wind will pass by the ear and blow the hair, which is indescribably comfortable.

Gongsun Jin has no interest in cars, but sometimes, he also enjoys the feeling of driving.

Driving alone on highways and viaducts is easy and comfortable.

Don't think about why you set off, don't think about where you are going.

Just empty your body, empty your mind.

Just let the car speed on the road and watch the silent city run backwards under the night, and all your troubles and thoughts will be forgotten.

In this way, take yourself to the end of the world.

This is why Gongsun Jin likes cars.

Zhuang Xiaomeng sat in the co-pilot and turned on the car music.

The tense and hasty prelude sounded, it was "The Moon's Trouble", which she liked very much.

I admit that it's all the fault of the moon. The moonlight is so beautiful and you are too gentle, so I just want to grow old with you in an instant.

No matter how many times she listens to it, she never gets tired of it.

Gongsun Jin listened to the song and drove her across the Yingwuzhou Yangtze River Bridge.

Looking out of the window, the river is vast and boundless, and the ferry with lights on is wandering in the middle of the river.

On the edge of the river beach, there were few people, so Gongsun Jin parked the car here.

After getting out of the car, the evening wind was very refreshing.

At a glance, the river bank is full of lush aquatic plants, swaying in the wind.

Jiangzhou is full of beautiful flowers, all of which are unknown flowers.

Zhuang Xiaomeng took his hand, found a clean place on the shore and sat down, then habitually rested her head on his shoulder.

The two snuggle together, and the moon in the sky will not be full yet.

"Can you tell me some love stories?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng asked.

"Love story?"

"Well, I just think this is a good time to talk about love."

She looked at the vast river in the distance, and there were gorgeous and flashy neon lights on the other side of the river.

The summer night is full of the smell of earth, the fragrance of green grass, and the coolness of the night floods the whole body like the tide.

The moonlight is beautiful and the wind is gentle.

Gongsun Jin thought for a while, then raised his head to look at the moon in the sky.

When talking about love, it always reminds him of the moon.

"I have an idea for the title of the album."

"what?"

"the moon represents my heart."

Gongsun Jin smiled lightly.

"Why does the moon represent my heart?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng tilted her head to look at him.

She remembered this question, she had asked Gongsun Jin a long time ago.

"The answer to this question is the same as why a crow is like a writing desk."

"because I like you."

(End of this chapter)