fatal attraction

Ying Zhao lived in a one-story house in the suburbs of Beijing. It was a corner of a street. One side of the alley came in, and the other side went out. It was easy for ordinary people to get lost.

It is nearly eleven o'clock now, and for most people who rely on small businesses in this area with poor living conditions, they are almost asleep at this point, and only a few houses are still lit.

The woman put her hand in the pocket of the down jacket, and she pushed back the half-fallen glove, which was squeezed into the pocket together with her hand.She was quite tall, and some houses had very low eaves. When she almost bumped into her, she jumped to the side, just as the window of the next house just opened, pouring out a cup of overnight tea.Ying Zhao hid quite quickly, reaching out and grabbing the hand that was holding the teacup before reaching back.

"Damn it, what a bitch!"

The window was completely opened, and a head was poked out. It was a woman with long hair, her eyebrows were so light that it looked like she had no eyebrows, and her mouth was flattened. She didn't look like a good person no matter what.

"You are the grandson of the turtle!"

Ying Zhao let go, and stood in front of the other's window, "I haven't slept yet, the man hasn't come back, are you lonely and sleepless?"

The window was very low, and she lowered her head. The woman inside was wearing a large floral pajamas, which didn't match her fierce look. Hearing this sentence, she glanced at the smiling old woman speechlessly, and said angrily: " For your size, no man can sleep better!"

After she finished speaking, she took a look at Ying Zhao, "Why did you come back here, isn't your brat some kind of awards show today, you don't have to answer reporters' questions as a manager?"

It's not that Ying Zhao doesn't have a house in the urban area. The Yuan family treats her very well. Yuan Yichen gave her a lot of properties together, but Ying Zhao doesn't accept any of them. She takes the salary of her drama actor and agent by herself. I bought a house in the third ring road with only [-] to [-] pings.

But she doesn't like to stay, unless there is something really important and she can't come back, otherwise she will come back.

The TV was still on in the woman's room, and Ying Zhao could hear it even after the window was opened. It was impartial, the late-night news, the point of entertainment, and the playback of Qiao Hanyin announcing the marriage.

"Hey, what the fuck is this bitch getting into a relationship with your man?"

The woman shivered from the cold wind outside, "I fell asleep before, so I didn't watch this episode, let me tell you..."

"Okay, okay," Ying Zhao closed half of the window, "Old Xiao, you can go to sleep, it's all over, you don't feel sleepy when you go to work at seven every day!"

"It's not Ying Zhao, are you short-sighted?"

Xiao Wenqi pressed the window, ignoring the cold wind blowing into the room, "Your sister pried the corner of the wall! You are so indifferent!"

"I don't know what that girl is thinking," Ying Zhao pushed Xiao Wenqi's head into the window, and closed the window, "Go to bed and sleep, the tea leaves are rotten, let's talk about it next time!"

Ying Zhao slammed the window shut, yawned, and continued walking.

After a few seconds, the window opened again, Xiao Wenqi poked his head out, and shouted at her: "Ying Zhao, can you stop being so cowardly, that damn girl, because you are missing an arm, it means you will wipe her ass for the rest of your life ah?!"

Actually Xiao Wenqi didn't say this very loudly, but it was enough for Ying Zhao to hear it.

The woman who walked forward with her back turned waved, not knowing whether to understand or let her stop, turned a corner, and disappeared.

The female coach who had to go to the driving school the next day felt that her anger was going to be stored up tomorrow, and now the episode was over, and it turned into worry, with nowhere to go, so she simply made another cup of tea, but the kettle ran out of hot water , had to be re-burned, she boiled the water cursingly, and sent Ying Zhao a shabby red envelope with her mobile phone.

Only twenty cents.

Ying Zhao's cell phone was turned off, so of course she didn't receive any money or care from Xiao Wenqi. Her house was a row behind Xiao Wenqi, and because of road construction, she had to make a detour, otherwise she would have gone out through the back door of the other's house.

This area is full of bungalows. I don’t know what kind of bullshit building it was in the last century. The tallest building has only two floors. In the early years, it was said that it would be demolished.

As a result, almost two generations have passed, and the higher-ups haven’t said that it will be demolished. It’s probably because they have taken root and got used to it here, or they can’t afford other houses or rent better ones outside, so they just leave. not leaving.

Ying Zhao is probably the third generation of nail households.

An affectionate nail household, she used to be short of money, and she was looking forward to the demolition team coming all day long, and then she had a huge amount of demolition money, which could pay the medical expenses of the stepfather who was full of tubes in the hospital, and pay Qiao Hanyin's various tutoring class tuition.But this hope is no different from that of the previous nail households, and it has not been realized. Until now, she is considered to have a small fortune, and she is unwilling to be demolished.

After all, when a person is alive, there must be a sustenance.

It's been almost ten years since she got into that circle, and the more time passed, the more she felt that she was a divided person, with continuous ambition on the one hand and endless exhaustion on the other, pulling each other every day, and every pulling was her own Injury.

She stepped on the potholed concrete road with ease, stepped over the stinky pond, and pushed open the door of her courtyard. Before she could turn on the light, she heard a humming sound.

"King?"

She walked into the room quickly, and as soon as she turned on the light, she saw her king was jumping towards her.

The king is a yellow soil dog. Ying Zhao has raised it for almost seven years. The left front leg of the dog is deformed, as if it was broken off abruptly by someone. How long does it take to look at it and feel pitiful.

Ying Zhao squatted down and patiently waited for Da Dynasty to pounce on her. The disabled left front leg and right front leg rested on Ying Zhao's knee, sticking out her tongue to lick Ying Zhao.

"Did Xiao Wenqi give you something to eat? Didn't he abuse you?"

The dog has been kept for a long time, so it can understand people's words. Ying Zhao teased the dog for a while, then fed the king some dog food, and then went to take a bath.

Her phone is still off. Today's event is actually not a major event in the entertainment industry. After all, Qiao Hanyin's coffee position is there, and she has won two of the three major TV drama awards, but it is only among the top traffic stars. She's a guy with better acting skills, but the traffic is there, and the topic is naturally there. She can imagine Xia Zhedong swearing and working overtime today.

The house is not big, the furniture is very old, Ying Zhao hasn't even done decoration, it's pitifully rough, even the floor is made of concrete.

After taking a shower, she still sat in front of the computer, intending to watch a movie. Inevitably, even the pages that popped up were full of these reports. The headlines were very gimmicky, telling the truth about her relationship with Qiao Hanyin and Yuan Yichen. It's particularly evocative, this copywriting, I guess it's quite interesting to write a small Huangwen.

Later, she didn't bother to watch the movie, and went to Weibo to check it out. Her own background was full of news, and even her fans rose by tens of thousands.

Her Weibo name is Ying Zhao's acronym. There is no profile, and she uses the account of Qiao Hanyin's studio for work. This is private, and no one cares about it on weekdays. Today, it is really popular. is rare.

Of course, most of them scolded her, and the level of cursing at a young girl's age is still very strong. Ying Zhao made a cup of tea and watched slowly.

Naturally, there are those who don't scold her. Some people even listed her works, as well as dramas and the like, but the fans of her own sister are very fighting, so they pinched these few things at once, and became unreasonable. "What's wrong with acting in a drama, what's wrong with winning the golden statue of heroine, isn't she the manager of our Goddess Qiao!"

At this time, it was not mentioned that she and Qiao Hanyin were sisters.

Those little fans who usually followed Qiao Hanyin's Weibo and begged to post Qiao Hanyin's private photos immediately turned against each other, and it became a good show of unilaterally breaking the dirty water.

Ying Zhao watched for twenty minutes and felt that the content was similar, so he turned off the computer and went to sleep.

The next morning, she was woken up by Xiao Wenqi. The driving instructor in her early thirties, who looked like a grocery shopping aunt, was fighting to the death with her king, probably thinking that her dog was a "special dog". For the sake of it, she didn't kick it, but she completely forgot the painful fact that she was chased and bitten all over the street by this dog warrior when she was in her 20s, and was licked all over by the king's tongue, and finally barked at her with her teeth bared One sound.

"I'm fucking this dead dog, Ying Zhao, get up and take care of it!"

Ying Zhao lay on the wooden bed and slept in the dark. Her recent drama tour was over, and she was actually very tired. She was asked by Xia Zhedong to attend the awards ceremony yesterday. It's annoying, and now I wish I could sleep forever.

"Didn't you tell me to take you to work today? Didn't you know how to open the theater?"

Ying Zhao reluctantly opened his eyes, reached out and touched the dog's head beside the bed, then sat up slowly and sighed, "Then wait for me to change my clothes."

She was only wearing a vest and underwear. When the quilt was lifted, a pair of straight long legs were revealed. Her hair was a bit messy from sleeping. She stood up and stroked back in a daze, then took off the vest and put on a bra.

Xiao Wenqi was already used to it, so she wondered, she grew up with Ying Zhao in the front and back alleys, and they beat those brats together, why is she getting older, and her stomach can't be covered, but Ying Zhao has long legs Big breasts and thin waist, although her skin is not very white, but her belly is not obvious to Ying Zhao, and there seems to be a mermaid line, isn't it... Anyway, it looks good.

She sighed, Ying Zhao pulled up a shirt and pulled up her pants, "What's wrong?"

"Zhao, you are a celebrity now, why are you still so sloppy, why don't you wear a whole brand name on your body, I remember this dress I bought with you at the night market last time, right?"

Ying Zhao said, "You can't even recognize the famous brand."

She knew Xiao Wenqi very well, and she could say anything.

"That's right. Anyway, I think you look better than me in street clothes. You've been like this since you were a child."

"It's rare to praise me."

Ying Zhao pulled off the coat hanging on the hanger, put it on his back, put his hand into the sleeve, patted it, rushed to the yard to wash his face and brush his teeth, and shouted, "Let's go."

"Aren't you happy when my mother praises you?"

Xiao Wenqi's eyebrows are naturally light, and he has never been laughed at since he was a child. Now everyone draws his eyebrows, thick and thick, just like the reincarnation of Guan Erye.

"Happy, happy."

While talking, Ying Zhao poured dog food into the basin, and said to the king lying on the ground watching her, "Don't eat too much at once, you know, Xiao Wenqi will bring you some food at noon."

The dog snorted twice, and Xiao Wenqi stood beside him and muttered, "I'm so fucking busy and I have to come back at noon to feed you the dog."

"Pay your wages."

"I'm missing that of you!"

"I am missing you."

There are also shops in this area. Ying Zhao and Xiao Wenqi passed by and some people recognized them and said hello.

Xiao Wenqi's car was parked on the street, and as he walked she said, "Your sister is really popular, and people often ask me about her. If you also acted in movies then, I think I will get rich too."

"Aren't you going to be dazzled now?"

Ying Zhao bought a vegetable bag on the side of the road.

"I want something from a fan," Xiao Wenqi said as he opened the door, "Come on, I'll be fucked, and you don't have any money to give me, but if it was me, Qiao Hanyin, that stinky girl, pried the corner of the wall, I’ve been doing it myself for a long time.”

Ying Zhao sat in the passenger seat, nodded and said, "I think so too."

"Really, I thought you would never change your cowardly appearance in this lifetime!"

"Don't worry about it," Ying Zhaochong smiled, Xiao Wenqi, who was eating steamed buns, "It's been so many years, I'm getting old, and I don't know if there will be a chance for me."

Xiao Wenqi glanced at her, but said nothing.

She was the same age as Ying Zhao. When she was almost 50 years old, Ying Zhao was suddenly pulled to act in a movie. The movie was not very popular, but it was banned later, but it won many awards.Ying Zhao is a person who does things tepidly and doesn't like to show off. He is very low-key and doesn't say anything. It was Xiao Wenqi who went to the movies by himself. He spent [-] yuan to watch the movie, but her heart ached to death.

After reading it, she was actually very shocked. After all, she and Ying Zhao grew up together. Ying Zhao is good-looking, but in poor places, it seems that the more beautiful girls are born, the comparison between Ying Zhao and her younger sister cannot be regarded in the traditional sense. The beauty, after all, Ying Zhao was also disheveled at that time, wearing white washed jeans, and if wearing a coat, the T-shirt inside must have holes, riding a sophomore to deliver food all day long, groaning Yes, the wind and the sun, the dark is not autumn.

But Ying Zhao in the movie is different, she acts almost like herself, she is also a food delivery person, although she is the heroine, in fact there are not many scenes, and she reversed it a little later with death.

The close-up shots are terribly beautiful, obviously it's the nose and eyes, but it's completely different from the guy who handed out leaflets to me every night, maybe it's the light, maybe it's makeup, anyway, Xiao Wenqi didn't know much about it at that time, so he thought it looked good.

Back then, the person who delivered food was taken away to act in a movie by accident and won a relatively important award. For so many years, he has been submerged in the eyes of everyone, like a flash in the pan, standing as a supporting role Next to my sister, make a shelter from the wind and rain.

After many years, people who have settled down for a long time seem to have suddenly figured it out, and feel that they have to live in a different way.