"Mr. Yang, the selected topic has been sent to your mailbox this week—Mr. Yang?"
"Huh?" Yang Yifan then took his eyes off the mirror, and absently responded to what the assistant was saying, "Ah, okay, wait for me to read the reply."
Yang Yifan is a good opponent, and the assistant has a good relationship with her, so he laughed and joked: "What's the picture, Mr. Yang? Are you counting how many bubbles you are so beautiful?"
"It's your sweet mouth." Yang Yifan smiled, sat back in his office chair, and opened his mailbox, "I just remembered the article that became popular back then."
The assistant blinked.
"It seems to be called..."Buried in Thirty-Five"."
The theme is to speak to teenagers in their teens and twenties—to seek stability at a young age, go 9 to 5, get married and have children, and live that kind of disgraced, step-by-step life. Are you ready to settle down at thirty-five
Anyway, it was a bowl of chicken soup mixed with chicken blood, and I boiled a pot for no reason.
Those two years coincided with the decline of the real economy and the beginning of employment difficulties. The whole world was full of teenagers with pricked ears, trying to wait for a concise "adult manual", gulping down chicken blood soup, wanting to take this opportunity growing up healthily. She scratched the itch of the public.
Yang Yifan suddenly smiled: "I'm almost over thirty-five, so thirty-five is just like this, not too old, not a monster."
"Of course, the thirty-five-year-old successful people are called 'Young Talents'. They have seen the world, have stable views, and are super attractive - I remember that article, and I have liked you since then." Zheng Qingchun After holding his face, the assistant's voice changed again and said, "But those uncles and aunts with bald stomachs and big bellies don't matter, open their mouths and shut up, they know that they will be around the pot and baby all day long, they are greasy middle-aged people. "
After she finished speaking, she found that Yang Yifan was silent, staring blankly at the computer screen, wondering what she was thinking, so she closed the office door for her with a wink and left.
Yang Yifan stared at the document alone for five minutes without reading a word, so he stood up, opened the window, and lit a cigarette. Her reflection was dimly reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she looked polished, impeccably shining from head to toe.
The human skin is really amazing. The same skin and flesh and bones can be turned upside down with a little modification.
The "Thirty-Five" article was an article that was neither marketed nor deliberately planned. It was written entirely by letter, and it was full of her fears of "middle age" when she was young at the time.
When I was in my teens, I felt that I was ready to retire at the age of 30. When I was 20, I felt that thirty-five was undoubtedly "a middle-aged person". As for Yang Yifan, she once thought that people who get married and have children are "middle-aged"... To be more specific, "middle-aged" is the image of her parents.
Her father's name is Yang Ping, "Ping" in "Ping An". When he was a child, due to malnutrition, he had some endocrine problems - but there were no life-threatening symptoms, but he didn't grow up later. Yang Yifan had just entered junior high school and was taller than her father. lush.
Mr. Yang is short in stature and has a fragile skeleton. Naturally, his kung fu is also sparse. He has been immersed in other people's rumors since he was a child. So he had to find another way, imitating the Chihuahua in the dog, going out every day with a fierce and fierce look, over time, he really developed a face with a round head and bulging eyes, and his voice was so loud that he barked when he opened his mouth.
After being abolished by Wei Xiao, he squatted in the smelly elevator every day and could no longer jump around, but he still regarded himself as a descendant of the beggar gang.
Yang Yifan remembered that he always smelled of sweat, had a strong bad breath, hunched his shoulders down early, and had a terrifying old and nervous face. And her mother was a taciturn and weak woman. Hua Fa was born early, and one of her teeth was worn out. She could only use the other side for meals. Over time, her face drooped to one side, and her facial features were not allowed to stay in place, hanging deadly.
Will it become like this when people reach middle age? This used to make Yang Yifan, who was still in adolescence, very frightened.
When she was in the third year of junior high school, she was invited as a parent once by the head teacher. Because the teacher found out that she was doing business with her classmates in her spare time. At that time, the small supermarket in the school was very crowded and the items sold were expensive, so Yang Yifan used the weekends to go to the small commodity wholesale market to "buy" the goods, and then took them back and sold them to the classmates at a slightly lower price. . She also helped her classmates who were too late for breakfast in the morning to buy breakfast, and charged a few cents for each meal. When classmates complain about inconvenience, she hears it, and she will try to solve it and make money.
What the teacher meant was, let the parents persuade her that the high school entrance examination is almost over, it is best to focus on her studies first, and keep other "hobbies" for future development. The classmate gave her a slap in the face.
"Go to school! What kind of bullshit school is this!" The man smashed her schoolbag on the ground, and there were things all over the place, except for the books she used carefully, and the stationery that Yang Yifan brought back from the wholesale market.
They are indeed gadgets, but in order to save costs, she has to walk more than ten miles to and fro, and the broken shoes that do not fit her feet will wear down her feet, and every step is like stepping on a red-hot soldering iron.
The man who has always been proud of dressing like a beggar is still not relieved, jumping on it and stepping on it: "Selling things... You scumbag gangster! You actually sell things! You embarrassed me and threw it in the school. I think you don’t have to go to the high school entrance examination, anyway, the compulsory education is over!!”
How many 14- or 15-year-old girls can bear this
From that day on, Yang Yifan refused to go back to school after saying anything, but then he made do with taking a high school entrance examination—of course his grades were appalling, and he went to an ordinary high school known as "Trash Dump".
At that time, colleges and universities hadn't started to expand enrollment on a large scale, and they were not key high schools. Basically, they said goodbye to college in advance. She mixed in with a group of social youth reserve forces and learned to smoke, drink, and fight in groups. Back then, when she was doing a serious business, her father called her "desperate", so she changed her career to collect the "protection fee" and became a pure hooligan.
After three years of confusion, Yang Yifan was about to be poured into the melting pot of society and turned into slag, polluting the environment of one party.
But it was when she was in her third year of high school that some of the rubbish things Yang Ping had done when she was young came to light.
Yang Ping ran away from home and disappeared. When her mother went out to look for it, she died in a car accident because of a trance. Yang Yifan was taken away by his grandfather. Old Yang couldn't get used to her virtue, and he started to clean up her several times. The grandfather and grandson made trouble every day. But Grandpa's dog fighting stick contained the heart of boxing, and it was more than a thousand catties. Yang Yifan was finally subdued by this green stick. After half a year, she gave up her heart and took the college entrance examination.
After falling out of the list, Yang Yifan was forced by the old man to enter the repeating class. After a year of hard work, he was admitted to a school that was not bad or bad. In this way, he finally slipped away from the melting pot in a perilous situation, and he was able to return to normal. track, grow up.
But as a person grows up, the fear is still there - she likes cats and dogs, but she has a deep shadow on Chihuahuas, and every time she sees this species on the street, she has to walk around.
The embarrassment that tuition fees can only be paid in cash, the ripped school uniform that desperately tried to cover up with a schoolbag, the pointing of classmates... all entrenched behind her like scars, beating her, making her make a shrill sound all the time—
"What You Live Like is What You Are".
"Don't put a twenty-year-old cream on a forty-year-old's face".
"Those who are still wearing XXX at the age of XX".
"If you don't run wild, even the last bus won't wait for you".
"Tell a Horror Story - When You See Your Parents in the Mirror".
"How to Be a Cheap Man".
"It's shameful for you to be indifferent"...
At this time, the phone rang, and Yang Yifan picked it up: "Hello."
"I'm Miao Feng, I've been to your house a few days ago, my siren is..."
"Oh, I remember you," Yang Yifan interrupted with a puff of smoke, "Team Meow, what's the matter?"
Team Miao thought her pronunciation was weird, and he didn't know whether he was too sensitive or the phone was out of tune. He paused, put the question aside for the time being, and said to Yang Yifan, "There are some things on the Internet that didn't come from our police. Go out and say hello to you."
Yang Yifan raised his eyebrows: "What? My nude photos?"
Team Miao: "… "
Yang Yifan: "If you have the previous photos, please delete them as appropriate, and leave the recent ones. My body management is not bad recently."
When Miao team heard her talk, her blood pressure was high, she mobilized her whole body to hold her breath, and said in a business-like manner, "We are coordinating with the relevant departments to actively deal with it, but Ms. Yang, you said last time that you left early at that party, and there were many things. Unbeknownst to us, we now have reasons to suspect that you are not telling the truth, and will visit later, please cooperate with the investigation."
After speaking, Team Miao hung up the phone. Only then did Yang Yifan realize that after a while, there was a string of "unread messages" on his WeChat. She was stunned for a while, opened one of them, and a friend said, "Damn it, is this you, you're in trouble!"
Below is a photo and a video. The photo is the one that Team Miao showed her, the photo of her holding dessert at the banquet on the day of the accident.
The video should have been taken secretly. The hands of the person who took the video were trembling. From time to time, there were plant leaves in the mirror. The person should be hiding behind the flowerpot. The protagonist of the video was Yang Yifan himself, who was sitting in the corner in his banquet clothes. Chat with people on the couch.
She seemed to be drinking too much, hooked champagne in one hand, put it on the shoulders of a young boy, and was laughing with people.
The person who took the video seemed to have added subtitles to her so that the audience could not hear clearly—
“… It’s just to put some pressure on them, just to have pressure.”
"There are so many beautiful things and so many good things, so what are you waiting for? Can you still enjoy it when you are seven or eighty?"
The little boy in her hand chimed in with a smile: "Sell it for a good price while you're young."
In the video, Yang Yifan laughed and pushed the boy's head aside to play.
A friend's phone called: "This video has been deleted, I downloaded it and saved it - Lao Yang, who were you talking nonsense with?"
Yang Yifan's mind was a little disconnected for a while: "No... What about social events? Just a few jokes, I can't remember clearly... But at the time, it seemed that it should be a matter of company management, employee motivation or something... "
"Mr. Yang!" At this moment, the assistant who just went out forgot to knock on the door and broke in directly.
The friend on the phone shouted at her: "Where is it - they are all ripping you off now, saying that you came here specially to sell girls!"