[Entertainment Circle] Falling into the trap of being a good actor

five years ago……

Mijia

In a dilapidated house, a middle-aged man in his 40s held a bottle of beer in his hand, frowned, and kept yelling: "Mia, Mia, get out of here quickly."

The man shouting was wearing a wrinkled white shirt with the buttons halfway tucked into gray trousers covered in paint and greasy stains, and his yellow sneakers were covered in paint and black dirt.

He collapsed on the sofa full of clothes, and the coffee table was full of drunk beer bottles and peanuts.

The melon peel confetti on the ground rattled under my feet.

Her hair was disheveled, her hangover-blurred eyes were open and closed, avoiding the sunlight coming in through the window.

His face was pale and he had a splitting headache. He pressed his temples hard with one hand, and tried hard to open his tired eyes to see who was coming. He used his strength to stand up his bulky body.

A burst of dizziness hit him, he staggered, kicked an empty beer bottle, made a loud bang, and pointed his wobbly body at the person who came.

Before I could say anything, my stomach was full of pain!Hastily staggered into the toilet, lying on the toilet, as if pouring out everything about himself to this cold guy.

Even if there is still the stench in it that I forgot to wash off yesterday, I pressed it down to the bottom no matter what, and the tip of my nose almost touched the golden stench.

After a while, although only retching was left, he still couldn't get up, and tried hard to grab the toilet flusher with one hand.I want the flood-absorbing effect of the toilet to take away my stinky body.

But the dilapidated toilet handle seemed to be difficult for him, and the flusher was touched several times but he couldn't touch it.Lips are already wet from splashing yellow soup...

Because the toilet is too old, the screw on the lid has long been missing, and it hit the man's neck heavily. After trying several times, he still couldn't open it. He uttered a dirty word "Damn" in frustration.

Pushing his head out of the toilet with both hands, he sat backwards on the cold tiles, painfully separated.

The water that dripped from the hair down the face did not know whether it was sweat or yellow sewage.Looking at the person with dull eyes, pointing to his dry throat: "wine"

Mia hurried back from the outside and glanced at the man in front of her with disgust.

He stepped forward to pick up an empty glass, turned on the faucet and took a glass of clean water and handed it over. The man didn't even look at it and blocked it with his hands.

Barely able to stand up on his legs, he half crawled and half ran to the living room, grabbed the half bottle of beer left on the coffee table last night and drank it down in one gulp.

Throwing himself down on the sofa, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes but couldn't find the lighter, and threw the cigarette far away in frustration. The cigarette was thrown to the ground, soaked by the wine stains on the ground.

Seeing the only good pack of cigarettes being ruined like this, the man was furious and kicked the coffee table viciously.

Under the violent impact, the wine bottle on the coffee table fell to pieces and made a loud ping-pong-pong sound.

In the end, I couldn't stand it any longer. I went to the kitchen, picked up a broom, and looked at the mess on the floor without knowing what to do.

"Where did you die these days? When will you bring me back some wine money? It's useless to raise you for so many years, just like your dead mother."

"You still dare to mention her to me! If it weren't for your incompetence, how could she run away with others. Everything is your fault!"

Father Mi suddenly got up and wanted to kick Mia, but was kicked by the garbage under his feet, almost fell, and pointed at her, "What are you talking about, girl... shut up!"

"Why didn't I say it? Look at what you look like now. You are neither human nor ghost. I would be ashamed to have a father like you who told me about it."

When I think of my father, I complain that God treats her unfairly. Why do other people have parents who love me, nice clothes, and brand-name cosmetics?

But what about her?Apart from being glamorous on the surface, who would have thought that she had nothing behind her back? Dad has always been addicted to gambling and lost all the previous things in the family. Mother cruelly left her and ran away with other men!

All the wages she earns every month are used to subsidize the family, but her father is still the same, taking revenge on her for her mother's departure, punching and kicking her without any mercy.

If you make money, you go out to gamble, if you lose, you get drunk.

Her tuition fees were earned by working part-time during her vacation, and now that she is finally working, he still keeps sucking her blood!

"Hurry up and cook for me!" Father Mi said impatiently.

In this house, she is like a slave, washing and cooking, cleaning up the housework, wearing paint-smelling clothes, and a messy room. I really want to shout out, "Fuck you, I won't serve you anymore!"

But she didn't have the courage. To be honest, she was really scared, because the feeling of being beaten was really painful.

The pain she will never forget in this life, what about her angelic face, but her life is not as happy as a clown.

Can't help but smile wryly, let's face it with a smile, otherwise so what.

Bitter tears slid down the corners of his eyes into his mouth, he endured all this silently, swept the garbage on the floor, put even today's unhappiness into the trash can, wiped away his tears and walked to the kitchen.

When she put the food on the table, Father Mi was no longer in the living room. Mia searched around and heard another ping-pong sound in her bedroom. She rushed in excitedly, "Why did you come into my room?"

Father Mi grabbed a brand-name bag with calloused hands and his eyes lit up, "Where did this come from? How dare you say you have no money if you have such a good thing?"

Mia felt extremely disgusted looking at her father's ugly face, how could she have such a father.

"Don't touch my stuff!" She snatched it back from Mi's father, held it in her hand and gently wiped the spot her father had just stained.

Seeing that his daughter had something good, Mi Fucheng immediately changed his attitude, grinning and baring his teeth, his eyes were full of greed, "My dear daughter, tell Dad, who gave it to you? Who is so generous, So many famous brand bags as a gift.”

Mia picked up the scattered clothes and bags without even looking at her father, "This is not a famous brand at all, I bought it at a roadside stall."

"What? Don't think I'm ignorant. I've seen it on TV. So many bags cost hundreds of thousands. Who would be so generous?

Your father, I have lived for so many years and haven't eaten pork, haven't I seen a pig run? Don't try to lie to me! "

Father Mi is sure that his daughter got a lot of money, so that he can live a good life, eat well and drink spicy food, and no longer have to suffer from other people's strange eyes.

The more I thought about it, the happier I was, and I completely forgot about the loss in the card game last night.

Thinking of this, Mi Fucheng picked up a few brand-name bags on the ground and was about to go out. Mia seized the opportunity and grabbed Mi Fu's arm: "Dad, what are you doing? Give it back to me!"

"What's the matter with so many bags? If I take them out and sell them, it should be enough for me to gamble for half a month. I just don't want to do the job of a painter."

With a strong shake, Mia groaned, lost her balance and staggered and fell to the ground, hitting her head heavily on the corner of the bed.Blood flowed.

But Father Mi doesn't care, at this moment he has been dazzled by joy, no matter who he fell, he strode away,

Mia, who was disappointed with her father, was left crying in the cold room.

Looking at the clothes on the ground and the old furnishings around him, he clutched the clothes in his hands fiercely, digging deep marks on his palms with his nails too hard.

The wings of her nose became red and swollen from crying just now, and she looked at the various awards on the wall with resentment, and she swore that she would not leave such a big failure in her life.

She doesn't believe in fate, since God treats her unfairly, she will fight against God to the end.How could she be so good and live in this kind of family all her life.

She has to rely on herself, since she can't fight her father, she will fight herself!