Goddess she is reborn

In November in City S, the temperature is not too cold, and there are many young men and women on the street who are real heroes wearing thin coats and showing their thighs.

Song Weiwei was sitting in the small steamed stuffed bun shop downstairs in her house, copying her chopsticks left and right, the steaming steamed steamed stuffed buns were thin and thick, and the smell made people move their index fingers. There were two heads of garlic in the small vinegar dish, and there was a cup of two yuan and twenty-five cents in front of her. bubble tea.

Rong Man wobbled the little pink sheep over from a distance, and asked with a smile, "Eat meat early in the morning?"

Song Weiwei stuffed a steamed stuffed bun in one gulp, and said vaguely: "Don't mention it, I've been staying at home for half a month, eating instant noodles with vermicelli, I'm almost on my knees, so I came here to replenish my energy."

"Eat steamed stuffed buns to recharge your batteries, eat instant noodles for half a month, are you doing it for antisepsis? The elders of Egypt are no match for you..." Rongman locked the little sheep, and sat on the little horse with a golden knife, "Second brother , come for ten wallets and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge."

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop called the second brother is a young man with a flat head and a very impressive height and width. Hearing this, his baby face is full of smiles: "Well, Oman, I'll give you two pieces of meat."

"Why doesn't ten yuan purse eat you to death, say hello to your fat fat for me." Song Weiwei rolled her eyes.

Rong Man calmly ignored the verbal attack from Song Weiwei, and tapped his tongue on the table: "I'm not talking about you, you should take good care of yourself, I know you're a killer in the kitchen, call the takeaway, right? Even if you don't have the money to order takeaway , Cheng, in the small restaurant downstairs, a bowl of pancakes costs five yuan, how much more expensive than instant noodles? Eating instant noodles every day will really kill you, so you can have some snacks."

After finishing the last bun, Song Weiwei hiccupped indistinctly: "I'm too lazy to go downstairs. I have to wash my face, comb my hair and change clothes when I go downstairs."

Rong Man wished he could kill her with a sip of salt soda: "Why don't you just die of laziness."

Rongman's steamed stuffed bun was served, and Song Weiwei quickly snatched the biggest, roundest and meatiest one and stuffed it into her mouth: "Lazy cancer is in the advanced stage, this disease can't be cured by the current medical level in our country, so I can only continue to be sick." .”

Rong Man sighed: "Even if you are terminally ill, you have to try to rescue it. Maybe you can be rescued? You were not like this before. You were so diligent when you were in college. You are simply a model worker in the new era of the 21st century. Why? As soon as I graduated, my painting style changed."

Song Weiwei leaned lazily on the back of the plastic chair, straightened her legs and burped: "Don't you have to struggle after graduation? Why am I working so hard? I can't wait to become a mushroom growing on a mop , I don’t have to do anything but be in a daze every day.”

Rong Man looked at her pale face and the bruises under her eyes, heaved a long sigh, kept silent for a while with half a mouthful of buns in his mouth, puffed his cheeks, swallowed after hesitation, and tentatively asked: "Wei Wei, you... Do you still remember who that was?"

Song Weiwei raised her legs up, shaking very rhythmically, she picked her teeth indifferently, and took another sip of milk tea: "Which one? At present, the only things I have in mind are my dear male god and my real person pillow. "

Thinking of Song Weiwei's pillow, which was comparable to a real person who was filled with gas and could be undressed, Rong Man suddenly looked disgusted, and he gave two bah bah, swallowing back the chicken soup for his soul that just came up.

"I heard from the monitor that they are going to organize a class reunion recently, will you go?"

Song Weiwei: "No, what are you doing? Little transparent people like us, who remembers who I am after a few years?"

Rong Man: "Don't be like this. The class reunion is held twice a year. You haven't been there once. It just so happens that your hair is about to grow, so go and dry it."

Song Weiwei shook her head: "No, I'm lazy."

Rong Man continued his efforts: "Don't worry, she can't come abroad, and you can't meet. Let me tell you that the squad leader has changed a lot now, from a nerd to an elite man. He seems to be interested in you. Every time Every time I asked you if you were coming, I was so disappointed when I found out that you were not coming, my hair drooped."

"Fuck you."

Rongman pretended to hold a heart: "Weiwei, you are already 26, and you are really planning to contribute to the family planning of the people of the motherland! Who will look for you in a year or so? We're married, Li Ergou has been divorced and remarried three times, did your mother force you to get married? Doesn't it bother you to urge you every day?"

Song Weiwei slapped the table, causing the little garlic plate on the table to bounce three times: "Rong Man, you're trying to scold me in a different way, right? Do you think I'm Sabi?"

Rong Man chuckled: "Will you go or not? If you don't, I'll throw your photos on all the dating sites one by one. When the time comes, I will keep you alive and get called every day by all kinds of handsome men and beautiful women."

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, okay, if I convince you, can't I go? I will definitely dress up and transform into a little fairy. I will ride a pumpkin carriage with a white horse, and I can call Balala to transform with a small magic wand." .”

Rong Man brainstormed for three seconds, and found that thinking about it this way was quite interesting, so he nodded in satisfaction, and continued to eat the buns.

Song Weiwei sat with her for a while, remembering that she hadn't updated for two days, readers opened their mouths and waited to be fed, and if they didn't update the blades, they would be sent to the door, so she said goodbye to Rongman, stepping on the furry paparazzi slippers went upstairs.

The building she lived in was a dormitory building of a leather goods factory in the early years. It had no property and was in disrepair for a long time. There was not even a light in the building; It was crumbling, and the bugs dragged their families to gnaw out wormholes on it, and the empty ones could see the other side through the holes.

There was an old suitcase standing at the corner of the stairs, probably older than her, about Song Weiwei's knee height, and very wide.When she first moved here, she always thought it was a good place to dump corpses, and no one would know when she stuffed them in. She was so frightened that she took a detour every time she went upstairs. Later, she used this suitcase to make up her mind. A detective novel of 30 words.

Song Weiwei kicked the fat cat that was nestling in front of the house and grinning at her—it belonged to the old lady next door, and it always came to Song Weiwei's house along the balcony to make troubles, and even chased her tortoise to bite and chase the tortoise All over the place.She used the key to open the anti-theft door and shut the fat cat out of the house.

The house is an ordinary one bedroom and one living room. The decoration in the house is extremely simple, there are few pieces of furniture, and there are no decorations. It looks very deserted. The tall stack of instant noodle buckets can also be seen that there are people living here.

She's been living here for three years since her college-educated mother remarried.

Song Weiwei kicked the turtle 'crocodile' blocking the door, and poured some water on the prickly pear with a watering can, then sat listlessly in front of the computer.

Turn on the phone, open the document, and type the keyboard.

It's like this every day. When I open my eyes in the morning, I finish coding and then play games and watch TV until it gets dark, and repeat it the next day. It's so boring.

Thinking of what Tan Zhen said just now, Song Weiwei rested her chin on one hand and stared at the computer screen for a while.

I'm a little lonely, maybe... should I get a dog?

No, no, people are starving to death and they keep dogs. The tortoise is still alive and kicking without eating for half a year. Song Weiwei sighed, and posted the text she just coded, then opened the browser homepage, and casually browsed the news .

#c city ushered in the highest temperature in 30 years, aunt's car covered with fried eggs#

#外国女孩上起向吃听，中国人民先生给爱情#

#民族山中土宝宝宝土Dig up to Tai Sui, experts assert that it is worth millions#

What the hell is this, she turned to entertainment gossip.

#拉拉和码qianyinping high-profile show love abuse dog#

#《东差[-]大历史》is released, fans squeeze through the theater gate#

#古小天后bringing the Omar Award back to China for development#

The mouse clicked slightly on the computer screen and opened the webpage.

After Gu Xiaotian won the Omar Best Actress Award, he said that he will return to China to continue his development. '

Turn the mouse wheel, scroll down the page, and the first thing that comes into view is a photo with a gray tone.

The woman was wearing a very handsome suit, her hair was combed meticulously behind her ears, her face was stern and beautiful, her chin was slightly raised at an indifferent angle, revealing a slender white neck and delicate collarbone, between two slender and beautiful fingers With a half-burned cigarette in between, half of her body was hidden in the shadows in the mist.Light and shadow, black and white, this contrast makes women have a strong sense of mystery, and adds a bit of thrilling beauty.

Gu Wenshan is a film and television actress and singer in Mainland China.Born on February 1989, 2014, graduated from Huaqing University, and then went to the United States to develop, and acted in many domestic and foreign film and television dramas. In [-], he won the Best Supporting Actor Award for his role in "Flying Sand"...

A long list of various honors and praises reveals the excellence and perfection of women between the lines.

Looking down at the comments, a group of netizens screamed.

Doudou: Damn, the goddess is too handsome to close her legs!Goddess marry me!

Mao Ergou: Goddess, I want to give birth to monkeys for you!

Song Xiaobao: Goddess, do you need leg accessories?The kind who can be cute, complain, be funny, and warm the bed after going to college!

Song Weiwei was also too handsome to close her legs.

If... this woman is not her ex-girlfriend and first love.