come on!you are the fattest

Chapter 1 You and I, together, live in a village in the city

〔one〕

"Is it delicious?" Sister Yuanyuan's face came closer, like an interrogator.

I stuffed my mouth full of apples, and nodded hesitantly, but I was thinking about the chloasma on her face, whether it was irregular menstruation, or long-term lack of sex life?
"Crispy?" She moved closer, and I could see her thinning hairline.

"No, it's noodles. I chose noodles on purpose." I said vaguely.

I don't know when it started, the crisp apple, like the girl with a small face and a pointed chin, has occupied the top of the aesthetic pyramid.In order to choose noodle apples, I went to many supermarkets, and finally picked this rare noodle apple, which costs more than 30 yuan each. I can eat it at McDonald's for a day with coupons.

Delicious, so delicious, the apples on the noodles remind me of my childhood.At the gate of the courtyard, I sat on a small bench with a cloth bag around me, and my mother scraped the red Fuji pulp with an iron spoon to feed me, with pigeon whistles next to my ears, and the neighbors' amazement at my mother's breeding ability.

The sky is so blue, the sunset is so beautiful, and I am so fat... However, falling into memories will not help my digestion. out.I squeezed a smile hard, "choke, choke."

Sister Yuanyuan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water from France (must be pronounced four times) from her desk, and instructed the two assistant editors next to her, "Hold her down, I'll pour her saliva for Shun Shun, don't you?" Eat up this box of apples, and she won't be able to do any more."

〔two〕

Take a break from what just happened.

Today is the big day for the shooting of the September issue of "Fashion Trends". The character director, Yuanyuan, has tried her best to invite the internationally famous super first-line female star - the queen of meatballs, the goddess of my dad's dreams.When she was popular, Beijing still used food and oil, but after so many years, her reputation is still as strong as before. As long as she plays, no matter how popular a female star is, she will become a maid.

Although the Queen of Meatball is a goddess who has both acting skills and sexiness, she still strives for excellence in her work attitude, which has benefited me a lot.The cover shooting plan was finally finalized [-] years before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and I probably only wrote half of The Dream of the Red Chamber.I have only gained ten catties in weight, and my hair has not fallen out. There are still seven hairs on my head that can hide my beautiful face like a washbasin.What moved me even more was that she asked very little when filming, and didn't ask me to kill all the folks in a radius of ten miles when clearing the scene.Therefore, it is not too much to ask to prepare only one ton of high-end food at the shooting scene and feed her at any time.

I was lucky, the first food that the Queen had from the pile of food was me, a middle-aged girl, who bought imported red snake fruit for 30 yuan a piece from an imported supermarket. I specially picked the ones that were not crispy.

When the meatball queen's sexy red lips took the first bite of the apple, she had a normal complexion at first, but her expression was full of doubts when she chewed again.

I smiled meaningfully.This is the charm of the apples in the noodles. The taste is as dense as her first love with an international director, and like my Yongkang body with fine skin and tender flesh.

She quickly adapted to the taste, and when she took a second bite, she was startled and threw the apple on the ground.On the cross-section of the bitten apple, half of the bug's body was hidden inside, swaying charmingly.

Hey, I am a person who is always very quick to develop ideas, and I am definitely not a thing in the pool.In order to save the situation, I flew up like a little elephant, picked up the apple, with a flattering smile on my face.While everyone was wondering what this lump of meat was for, I ate the worms on the apple in one gulp, and swallowed the evidence majesticly.

Everyone vomited, even the Queen of Meatballs vomited on her dress.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly. I rushed over to serve her, but probably my speed was too fast. My inertia caused my dragon claws to grab the wrong place and directly pulled her skirt off.

Her shining breasts were displayed in front of dozens of people on the shooting site.

Before she covered her chest and got angry, I quickly fell to my knees and admitted my mistake with the force of stealing the bell - I swear I mean it from the bottom of my heart!
"Queen, I was wrong, please forgive me, my dad likes you very much..."

〔three〕

Sister Yuanyuan was not in the lounge at the time, but thinking of this scene, she poured French mineral water into my mouth, and now she is as irritable as a dancing master.

"Why don't you eat your own hand too! Wouldn't that attract more attention! And your dad likes her so much? Why don't you say that your grandpa grew up watching her movies!"

My begging for mercy became the scene of a murder case, but I didn’t dare to leak a drop of water from my mouth. How expensive it is, I can’t waste it.

The editor-in-chief was about to get off work, shaking her butt, with a disgusted expression on her face, "Yuanyuan, what are you doing, what are you doing! If you want to kill pigs, you go to the slaughterhouse, what are you doing in the office!"

In fact, people who work in fashion magazines are not as glamorous as in the legend.Those who do the execution are authentic middle-aged women like Sister Yuanyuan, and pseudo-middle-aged girls like me, who are good at being disheartened.But our editor-in-chief is a character like a model book: a person who can command a woman, trains people like a demon, and is the top card in the world of pretense.Hey, referred to as the devil, a V-faced devil wearing a V-shaped skirt from the V to the belly button.

The female devil turned her head and looked at me with a mouthful of apples, like looking at a toilet, "You look quite rough, what's your name, oh, fat, right?"

Sister Yuanyuan recruited two new assistants this year, who look like water onions. People in "Fashion Trends" said that these two girls are like fish and wild goose when they are put together with our Fuzi.When I first heard it, I wanted to drag my grandmother who looked down on me the most out of the grave. Listen, listen!Why do you spend your whole life so different from the aesthetics of the people?But luckily I didn't dig the grave. My colleagues later said that Shen Yuluoyan meant, "Shen, fish, Luoyan."

After working in "Fashion Trends" for three years, my real name didn't leave traces on the brains of the leaders. This is a big taboo in the workplace. I stood up and said, "Editor-in-chief, my name is Fuzi, and I am the only one today. fault..."

Sister Yuanyuan reached out her hand to stop me and said, "Okay, stop nagging, editor-in-chief, there was such a big accident today, if Teacher G hadn't had friendship with me and changed someone else, the cover would have turned yellow long ago, and it would be embarrassing for the editor-in-chief Now."

The editor-in-chief took a mirror to touch up her makeup, "Yo, I have to thank you, the director is light enough for you, and the mistakes are all made by the people below. Well, it's all stars who give you face. What does she know? You With low vision, recruiting assistants is like looking for cleaning aunts, they are useless, who are you going to work with?"

The editor-in-chief rolled his eyes, moved his fat butt, and left.

After confirming that the editor-in-chief had entered the elevator, the three people in the office exploded, and the explosions were different.

Yu is more sensitive: "Who is like cleaning, I look like this, and I have to be the top card for a hundred thousand times in the peripheral."

Luoyan and I have a better personal relationship: "I don't like Fuzi so much. Fuzi is a bit of a temperamental aunt, and she doesn't look like a cleaning. Who is so white and fat?"

Sister Yuanyuan turned on the Xianglin sister-in-law mode again: "I created the world of the magazine, who doesn't know how she came to the top, and how she is better than me..."

I gnawed at the apple silently, not daring to make a sound.The apple in my stomach seems to have been digested, it's time for dinner, it's time to get off work.

〔Four〕

When I rushed out of the fashion building carrying half a box of unfinished apples, it was like someone pressed the start button in the sky. It was raining, and I didn't bring an umbrella.

I looked at the sky reflexively, trying to see how heavy the rain was, and a drop of rain fell into my eyes impartially. I rubbed it, and finally the color contact lens of my right eye came out.My world suddenly became half clear and half blurred.He took out his mobile phone and stuck it to his left eye to check the time. It was ten past six.

I put the contact lenses in my mouth and rushed to the subway station. Fortunately, the rain was not too heavy, and I even felt very moisturized.I can't be late, Yongkang hates me being late the most.

I squeezed into the subway like a tank, every piece of flesh in my body was shaking, I was like a dying fish, panting non-stop.

The sweat on my body was like a Baotu spring. I kicked the half box of apples to the feet of a thin boy, staring at him and his seat, hoping that he would get out of the car quickly.He naturally felt my gaze, but after a brief confrontation, he put on his earphones and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Get up quickly, get out of the car so that my old lady can sit, I am smiling, but there is a voice in my heart roaring like this.The next stop arrived soon, and he didn't get off the car. I really wanted to pull him by the hair and throw him off the car.I might have had too much fun just now, and my calf began to hurt faintly, accompanied by some cramping symptoms.

At this time, an aunt sitting next to him slapped him on the back of the head, "Did you paint 502 on your butt? Get up!"

The thin monkey was very angry when he was beaten, but he looked at the aunt who could transform into a heavy-duty touchable creature by sitting on the ground. Muttering: "Unfortunately, I also met a woman who is pregnant with twins."

I stared at the seat, squeezed the flesh on my stomach, hesitated for three seconds, and sat on it without hesitation.Self-esteem is shit.

When my aunt asked about it for a few months, I quickly wove a hypothetical life of a happy pregnant woman.

Yes, I am seven months pregnant and I work as a reporter for the People's Daily... My husband is from the Northeast and teaches Chinese at Jinsong Middle School... The house is bought in Jinsong, [-] square meters, and my name is written in the house book... Today, the car The number is limited, so I have to squeeze the subway... Life is happy.

Except that Yongkang is from the Northeast, this kind of happy life has nothing to do with me.

〔Fives〕

I finally arrived at the Yonghegong subway station. I must have fallen asleep. The moment the car arrived at the station, I ended my dreamless sleep, picked up half a box of apples, jumped up and rushed out of the car.The back of my head saw the surprise of the thin monkey and the enthusiastic aunt.

Trot all the way straight to Jindingxuan Lama Temple, oh no, I'm too hungry, it's the Starlight scene.

Downstairs at the starlight scene, I didn't see Yongkang. I was a little scared, but also a little lucky.What I'm afraid of is that I'm really late. Yongkang made an appointment with me at 06:30, even though the show didn't start until seven o'clock.Fortunately, I knew I must be sweating, so I could take the opportunity to take out the perfume in my bag and spray it on like no one else, to make myself smell better.

Seeing no one around, I hid by the side of the door, opened my bag, and took out the bottle of cherry blossom-scented perfume, which I snatched from Peng Song, [-]ml, easy to carry, and I heard it was very expensive .

Oh, I forgot to mention, Peng Song is my boyfriend, the little brother I grew up with.Calling him little brother would definitely make him unhappy, he would roll his eyes and say, six years younger is the younger brother?Hmph, in the world of mums, a younger brother is also a younger brother.But after all, Songsong is more capable than me, he is a winner in life, he opened a modeling studio at a young age.

Just after spraying the perfume, the phone rang.

"Fuzi, you're late again."

"I'm here, right at the door, where are you? Do you want some water?"

"You don't need to drink water to be full of gas. You don't need to watch the show, and I don't want to watch it either."

"Look, why don't you watch it, tickets are very expensive, don't waste them."

"Why are you late when you know waste? Why do you still make me angry?"

I knew it was useless to explain, so I quickly bowed my head and admitted my mistake, "I was wrong, don't be angry, okay? I will appear in front of you right now."

"Tell me where you went wrong."

"I shouldn't be late, I should have started earlier."

"Just like that?"

"Ah? Otherwise, you can remind me... If I make a mistake, I will correct it."

"Hehe," Yongkang sneered, "You don't even realize what's wrong with you, so what's the use of me talking?"

"You criticize as much as you can, and I accept it humbly."

"Okay, then I won't be polite. You eat a lot, get up late, don't think about making progress, do nothing, have no shame, and have no sense of shame. In the past six months, you have started snoring, three short and one long, and you have Pause. I was woken up by you a few times in the middle of the night, when you stopped, I thought you were dead, you know?"

It turned out that Yongkang cared so much about me, and I was a little moved. "Yongkang, I... I know you have me in your heart, are you worried about my death?"

"I wish you would die! If you die, it will be over. The dead are the most important, and you can leave more good memories. Fuzi, what did you eat to grow up? Why are you still not angry when I talk about your face? Can't introspect?"

"..."

"What do you mean by silence?"

I am silent, and I also have a temper. If you talk about me like this, what else can I do, blow myself up on the spot?My temper has come up, my little flame of anger has started to burn, I want to let Xia Yongkang know that I, Fuzi, is also a Beijing girl with a temperament, and I am a decent descendant of the Eight Banners!
"Stop talking!" I swallowed the colored contact lenses with all my strength, but I didn't care, "Yongkang, tell me where you are, wouldn't it be better if you met me and scolded me? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat Jindingxuan?" Yes, I am a coward, in the world of love, Fuzi is not a princess.

"..." Yongkang on the other end of the phone was silent, he must have been touched, definitely.

But soon, he said: "You didn't save Fuzi, I didn't go to Xingguang, let's break up, you come back later to get your things, I've already packed them for you."

The phone hung up, and I felt a little wet on my face, no, I didn't cry, oh, it was raining.God is so kind to me, the timely gift of rain made me feel like the No. [-] girl in an idol drama for a moment.

Mmm, rainstorm, that was great.In 30 seconds, I seemed to be watered by the water of the entire Pacific Ocean.

At this moment, I am a bit hungry, should I go to Jindingxuan to eat a bowl of red oil Chaoshou?I thought with the apple box on my head. With a "crash", the rain-wet carton fell apart, and the apples smashed my head and scattered all over the ground.

perfect.

〔six〕

I ate three catties of melon seeds in Jindingxuan, and finally waited for the place. The waiter handed me the menu. I was cold and cold, but I refused. "Chao Shou in Red Oil, Preserved Egg and Lean Meat Congee, Chive Box, Quicksand Buns, Shrimp Dumplings, Steamed Claws in Bean Sauce, Crab Roasted Mai, Vegetable Rice Noodles..." He went down in one breath without even daring to leave a comma. Keep.

Give me a sad meal, I can eat the whole earth - Archimedes Fuzi.

"Aren't you too tired? Give me another boiled cabbage heart, and a bottle of mocha root water. I don't have any desserts, so I just have pears stewed in fat sea. What's the soup today..."

After ordering, the waiter asked, "Should I serve it now, or wait until everyone arrives?"

"Go now!"

The waiter leaves in horror.

The dishes were served quickly, but I didn't move my chopsticks. When the dishes were ready, I clapped my hands and said something in Japanese, "One hit, one scolded to death." That means I started.Yongkang thinks that I eat indecently, so I must always be careful not to use the dining table as a trough.

The phone rang, and the most annoying thing was that the phone rang while eating.But could it be Yongkang calling?He must be concerned about whether I eat or not.

I bit a shrimp dumpling, dumped the bag on the seat, and finally found the phone among a pile of potato chips, QQ candies, and Zhang Junya.Hehe, it wasn't Yongkang, it was Peng Song calling, so sad.

The microphone was very noisy, and Peng Song was very happy, "I'm waiting for a table. It's very funny. Ten meters away, there is a female sumo wrestler who ordered a lot of dishes by herself. She looks so much like you! You eat Are you ready? Come to Jindingxuan, have dinner with us, and meet your twin sister by the way!"

My dad drives a taxi, but he is born with a baritone voice. The song that the brother art troupe in Beijing is good at is called "That's Me". At this moment, I really want to sing it to Peng Song.

After hanging up the phone, Peng Song rushed over and pinched my face, "You are as fat as two people again, can your parents recognize you?"

Hey, it's not a question of whether you recognize it or not, it's whether you want to recognize it or not.My mother thinks that Yongkang is a foreigner and younger than me. Ever since I moved in with him, the old lady has had a cold war with me.

Followed by a colorful kid, Peng Song yelled like a duckling at the table full of dishes, "Oh my God, this is too delicious!"

The waist of the little male duck throat is probably as thin as my thighs, and the clothes are of different colors, but one can see through the girlish heart hidden in his man at a glance.

"Changed boyfriend again?" I asked Songsong.

Peng Song was angry, "New assistant!"

The little male duck voice is also a gossip guy, very familiar with himself, sitting next to me, "Sister, is he really crooked? Let's all guess."

When I think of Peng Song's childhood, the haze in my heart is blown away.Peng Song has been as delicate as a girl since he was a child. He didn't dare to cry when he was in the alley, and I had to avenge him every time. He often followed me like a follower, and he was influenced by the matrilineal society.The environment in which he grew up is also a problem. Do you know where we lived before?Dongjixiang Hutong!In old Beijing, it was for the eunuchs to provide for the elderly, so they were too cloudy.He had grown up since he was in junior high school, and many girls wrote him love letters, but he ignored everyone and just loved someone and pretended to be withdrawn.After graduating, he was engaged in a high-risk job as a makeup artist by himself. He had never seen a living girlfriend before, but the male assistants around him were beautiful and beautiful, and they changed every day.The English name is not good, and it is also called Kevin, who is ten men and nine bends.I asked the little drake to comment on the reasoning, is there a trace that I can follow since I was a child?

Peng Song was concentrating on eating my Dandan noodles, but when he heard this, he threw his chopsticks.

"That's enough, you're still working hard. Ever since I was growing up, you've been showing me "Farewell My Concubine" and "Lan Yu".

"I remember the movie well enough. You can teach me. I want you to find your true self. When I was a child, who did I draw red lips, and who was reluctant to wipe them when they slept? Who loved to lie on my mother's chest when they were young, just because My mother has a big flower embroidered on her chest? Hong Kong returns to our alley for a party, who will sing "Red Lantern" to the neighbors in a thin voice, "Grandma, listen to me"?"

"Fuzi! I can't stop talking about Chen Zhima rotten millet 800 years ago! Let me tell you, I am straight and straight, and I hate homosexuality the most!"

Peng Song's voice was a bit loud, and the surroundings were quiet, all looking at our table.Wanting to save face, Peng Song consciously lost his composure, and hurriedly picked up the dandan noodles in front of him.

The good-tempered little male duck voice jumped out to reconcile the atmosphere, saying that they were going to the starlight scene to give makeup to people, but the newly popular folk singer felt that the makeup was too commercial and did not conform to the spirit of his music.

I was annoyed, "What a big-tailed wolf, he's from the South City, he's different from our Dongcheng natives, he's low. He used to sing in bars in Houhai, give him a hundred, he can sing for you all night, I'm in love with you Heart. What is the name of his famous song? It’s a song complaining about the lack of heating in the south and praising the lack of heating in the north. Virtue! Does he know if the spirit lives in Daxing or Jingshan?"

The little boy held my hand bitterly, "What the hell is he, do you know who our brother Kevin is? He just finished putting on Hao Zeyu's makeup this afternoon."

"Ah, when did you pick up Hao Zeyu? I heard that he had plastic surgery, and he came up next to a rich woman all the way. The last time he acted in a TV drama with bare buttocks, did he act in person?"

The little boy also echoed and said that I have asked the hearts of the broad masses of the people.

Peng Song broke his chopsticks, and said to me solemnly, "Take advantage of this good day when you can't see your fingers, and tell my sisters: Anyway, don't ask me about the artist's private life. I really don't know. He has plastic surgery. I didn't lead it there, and the bed scene didn't help me undress."

I was not reconciled: "Then he is crooked? This is in your field."

Peng Song scratched his hair impatiently, "No one has ever slept with me, how do I know if I'm crooked! I don't even know if I am crooked! You say you can't sleep with someone, why are you so concerned about others? Sleep with me and you don't want to, I'll fuck you!"

I shook my head and said to the little male duck voice: "Look at how guilty your boss is. When he mentions whether he is crooked, he exposes himself excitedly."

Peng Song threw his head on the dining table, and it fell like a ball. The wet cannonball couldn't ignite, and it was completely silent.However, he was so angry with me that he still paid for the dinner tonight.

While he was going to change the invoice, the little male duck was full of praise for me, saying that he was a big name when he was working, and that stars sometimes have to be afraid of his temper, but he didn't expect to be so powerless in front of me.

He asked: "Sister, you are a god, where did you jump out?"

Just waiting for his words, I took out the business card holder from my bag, intentionally revealing the LV pattern on it, and took out the business card, "Hey, fool around." The little male duck voice saw my "Fashion Trends" business card, Crying and shouting to marry Jinlan with me.

Peng Song, however, was relentlessly filling the gun behind him, "Pull it down, she doesn't make as much money as you do in a month." He handed me the invoice, "The salary is still based on the invoice, and there is no preparation at all."

This shot really hit my weak point, and I argued weakly, "Sister Yuanyuan said that I will become a full-time member next year!"

The little drake stopped crying and shouting, handed me the rotten apple and packing bag, went to Lama Temple, took the subway and returned to Datongzhou Empire.Real kid.

Fortunately, my Xiaosong is unrealistic. I asked him to drive me home. I haven't paid off my credit card last month, and I don't want to take the subway.Besides, my Yongkang family has been looking for a new job for half a year, so I want to save him some money.

Peng Song quit: "Forget it, your place is almost in Hebei, it doesn't consume enough gas, and there is no elevator, I have to help you move upstairs, and your family has to give me a black face."

"If you think about it from another angle, it's because he cares about me."

Thinking of Yongkang's small nose and small eyes, I still felt a surge of tenderness. If I had a cucumber as a microphone in my hand, I would just take a bite of the cucumber, and Na Ying's upper body would immediately be able to bring you a song "Sad Romance".

"Come on, his heart is as small as your toilet, you are so fat, can he pretend?"

That's right, I can't go back tonight. According to Yongkang's experience of breaking up with me more than 800 times, I guess the anger is still there. I won't call for electricity when I go home!
"No, you won't see him tonight, I'll go back to my parents' house."

"Come on, let's go!" Peng Song quickly agreed, "If you go home every day, I'll take you to and from get off work."

"How much you don't want to see him!" I was helpless.

"I hate two things. One is that you are shameless, and the other is that he didn't use an iron chain to tie it in the Northeast, and let us in Beijing destroy the cityscape."

〔seven〕

At night, Dongjixiang Hutong was crowded with parked private cars, just like the second ring road near work.Peng Song found a field that was about the same size as mine, and quickly reversed the car into it.

I was sending Yongkang a wechat message, telling him that I would go back to sleep with my parents at night, but he ignored me.

Peng Song rolled around in the back seat of the car for a long time, I wondered, "What are you doing?"

"It's all at the door of the house, how could I not go in."

He happily ran into the courtyard with his things in his arms, and opened the door of my house in a hesitant manner. He was greeted by a barking of dogs and my mother, who was as towering as a mountain.

My mother and I have been in a cold war for the past few days, and she seems to be in very good health, she said in a very angry voice, "Son, why are you here?"

Peng Song called for a while, and kissed my mother, "I miss you."

"Look at you, you're all tired and thin."

Peng Song raised his arm and asked my mother to pinch his biceps, "It's strong."

The mother and son walked into the room holding hands and affectionately, the mother didn't look at me in a daze.Mommy, you are so short of a son in your life, please take a look at me, I am so big and so conspicuous.

Peng Song's family is from Shandong. He moved to our courtyard with his father when he was four years old. His father is a widower who is good at drawing in factories, but he cares about the children carelessly, like bean sprouts.Our two families lived close to each other, and his father cooked clear noodles at mealtimes. He smelled the vegetables and nailed them to the door frame of my house.

When he was in junior high school, his father remarried and moved to the Asian Games Village. Peng Song didn't get along well with his stepmother, so he simply lived in school. He basically didn't go home on weekends, so he loved to run to my house.After work, he sees his dad according to the four seasons, and returns to my house according to the weather.

Originally, this area of ​​our family had always said that it would be demolished. It is said that these small broken houses in our house can be replaced by several relocated houses. I was determined to resign from the position of the subway conductor. Leave it to Peng Song and the chicken thief.Forgot to mention, the chicken thief is our Pekingese dog.

Do you know my place in our family?I went into the room silently, and watched Peng Song's ass-licking behaviors towards my parents with cold eyes.

Peng Song first took out a basic pink shirt that showed his sexual orientation and gave it to my dad, "I bought it for a filming in Europe, Ouma, you wear it well."

My dad didn't say he was too polite, he took off the vest, put it on immediately, and opened his mouth to say that it fit and was comfortable.Comfortable?The buttons of the three-foot waist are about to burst, and she is talking nonsense with her eyes open!
Peng Song threw another set of skin care products to my mother, and my mother smiled like a chrysanthemum, "I haven't used up what you gave me last time."

"Throw those away, or give them to Fuzi. This set is even better. You can buy it abroad for more than 4000. Don't be reluctant to use it. The celebrity gave it to me. We don't take advantage of it."

"Oh, you are too promising. Last time you put on that makeup for me. When I went out to buy groceries, people said I looked like forty."

"My mother doesn't look like forty, she's forty!"

The happy laughter of the family of three spread throughout the hut.

I coughed a few times, but no one paid any attention to me, so I stretched out my hands and begged for attention. "Hello, how about you, your family of three, would you mind me?"

My mother didn't even lift her eyelids, "Who are you?"

"I'm your real daughter."

Mom turned to ask Dad, "She said she was our daughter."

"It sounds like it, but how could it be Fuzi? She has a bright future. She has a good son-in-law, found a good job, and wears fine clothes and fine food every day. It doesn't look like she looks dejected."

"That's right. When a girl grows up, being hooked by a wild man is like becoming a queen in the Forbidden City. There is no hope. My son is better."

I don’t want to act with this old couple anymore, "Okay, okay, you two old people stop talking and joking, he is your son? The two virtuous couples add up to more than 400 catties, can they give birth to such a slender son? I The fat inherited from the family is covered with family medals, and I can’t break away from me even if I go to the court, there is no way to draw a line with me!"

Mom said: "You are reasonable. Look at Peng Song, who just sent things and filled the house. You can't make us mad at us and send us to the west. What did you give?"

"I brought something here this time...Jindingxuan! Dad, I have your favorite durian cake! Mom, I have your favorite leek box! Touch it, it's hot, it's as hot as my fiery filial piety."

Mom and Dad looked better, Peng Song grinned and watched the show for a long time, at this moment he suddenly reported bravely, "This is her leftover, she said she didn't eat enough, and it's for herself as a supper!"

"Peng Song, your skin is itchy, let me sleep outside tonight, what good is it for you!"

I reached out to hit Peng Song, but Peng Song quickly hid behind his mother, who was still protecting him, pointing at me and cursing.

"I said how could you be so kind. You put all your heart into that kid. If it's used to the end, it's fine for someone to marry you. Have you married? You have no house or car, and you are five years younger than you. You are also jealous." Live in the past and be an old mother, saying that I lack a son, it is you who lack a son!"

Seeing his mother talking more and more angry, Peng Song quickly took out the car keys and handed them to his father, "I got a new car, you haven't looked at it yet, have you?"

"Yo, Mercedes, how big is it?" Dad asked.

"Six and three, it looks very ordinary, but it's the engine of a sports car."

"Hey! I've never driven such a powerful car in my life. Let's go, daughter-in-law, I'll take you and your wife to the Second Ring Road at night."

The three left together.

"Dad, I even brought an apple, and I brought it back for you from the bottom of my heart...the one your dream lover gnawed, and the smell of saliva is still there!"

No one cares about me.

Sadly, I opened Jindingxuan's packing bag and took out a durian cake, when the chicken thief came.Chicken thief, you are the only one at home who treats me well, and I will give you my precious durian crisps.The chicken thief sniffed it, grunted dissatisfiedly, and ran out with them.

Really, even dogs hate me!

〔Eight〕

But I'm still biological.

In the evening, my mother still made a bed for me, which was soft and soft, with the smell of sunshine.

I murmured that I was hungry, and my dad made me a bowl of noodles with fried sauce. Looking at me who was ten pounds fatter, he still thought I was skinny.He accepted the apple that the Queen of Meatballs gnawed, but I didn't tell him that the authentic works had been destroyed by me, let alone that these pitted apples had been kissed by the land of Lama Temple.

While watching me eating noodles, my dad asked me carefully, how old is the Queen of Meatball?

My answers are: not old, good, smooth, not lacking, great.

In fact, the queen of meatballs has lines on her neck when she looks closely, and she always looks at people with her nostrils.I was as stupid as a sandbag in the company and desperately short of money.Yongkang has been cold and violent to me for half a year... But I can't tell my parents about it, who wants to be real, isn't life just about coaxing yourself to be happy?
When I was a girl, I firmly believed that I would become a girl, I would lose weight, my face would be smaller after I had my wisdom teeth pulled, I would be admitted to a good university, I would be a leader in the workplace, I would be rich, and my true love would make me a treasure At the age of 30, I will not only become the pride of my parents, but the entire Dongjixiang Hutong will rise to heaven, and will be carved into the former residence of Fuzi, and finally listed as a key cultural relic protection unit in Dongcheng District.

But I'm still fat, even fatter. My face is about the size of a face. I'm just a graduate of a private university. At the age of 30, I am very poor, and with a group of post-[-]s assistants, I work full-time at "Fashion Trends" to order takeaways for people.

Pretty miserable, right?It's okay, I rolled up the quilt, turned over, and closed my eyes sweetly to sleep.So what if my life fails, as long as there is a place to sleep, a class, and food to eat, fat girls will always have spring.

(End of this chapter)