"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly.
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
The devil still looked at me so proudly, which I felt was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile back, and I can give it anything in exchange.
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
I exchanged my crying for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.
From that day on, I started to pay attention, and I found that every friend around me was scolding me behind my back. But I actually give them so many gold coins every day.
"Really?" I smiled dubiously, my previously sad expression somewhat subdued.
I think I could switch back to my crying.
The price is never crying again.
Time passed quickly until that day when I drank too much and went to the toilet. I overheard everything my friend was holding a cigarette and talking to the lady at the bathroom door. He said: "That idiot with a paralyzed face is really difficult to deal with." The lady actually agreed and said with a smile: "That's right, he always has a straight face. Every time I please him, I don't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me feel sick."
He told stories.
And she always cried and said that I was a cold, emotionless monster.
"Really?" I smiled dubiously, my previously sad expression somewhat subdued.
This lipstick works very well.
Of course, the devil also said many, many more words, but unfortunately I can no longer remember them. It’s not that I have a bad memory, it’s that I’m not interested in other people’s stories.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's rude to interrupt someone else's story?" Jock still had the same smile, as if he wasn't teaching me a lesson. On the contrary, it has a comforting flavor.
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
At that time I was thirsty and hungry, and I was very frightened when I saw the proud demon. He said cowardly: "I want endless money, what do you want me to give in exchange?"
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
Time passed quickly until that day when I drank too much and went to the toilet. I overheard everything my friend was holding a cigarette and talking to the lady at the bathroom door. He said: "That idiot with a paralyzed face is really difficult to deal with." The lady actually agreed and said with a smile: "That's right, he always has a straight face. Every time I please him, I don't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me feel sick."
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid that he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly: "What's the story about the street devil you just told?"
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid that he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly: "What's the story about the street devil you just told?"
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid that he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly: "What's the story about the street devil you just told?"
"I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!" I said decisively at that time.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
"Of course it's a story about a deal with the devil! Listen to me and tell you slowly." Jock said with a deep smile on his face.
Because I won't cry at all.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
He told stories.
"Really?" I smiled dubiously, my previously sad expression somewhat subdued.
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
Because I won't cry at all.
…
This is my story.
We got married, had children, and lived a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.
This lipstick works very well.
Of course, the devil also said many, many more words, but unfortunately I can no longer remember them. It’s not that I have a bad memory, it’s that I’m not interested in other people’s stories.
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
I still remember ten years ago when I came to this street corner frustrated. I was eighteen years old, helpless and had only the last sixty-three dollars left on me. I am sitting here, and if I remember correctly, this is where you are sitting now. The devil appears.
This is my story.
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
I work hard, but the salary I get cannot satisfy my lover at all.
The arrogant devil said to me: "Are you willing to give up one thing to gain another?"
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
"I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!" I said decisively at that time.
I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid that he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly: "What's the story about the street devil you just told?"
"Of course it's a story about a deal with the devil! Listen to me and tell you slowly." Jock said with a deep smile on his face.
At that time I was thirsty and hungry, and I was very frightened when I saw the proud demon. He said cowardly: "I want endless money, what do you want me to give in exchange?"
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
We got married, had children, and lived a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly.
Of course, the devil also said many, many more words, but unfortunately I can no longer remember them. It’s not that I have a bad memory, it’s that I’m not interested in other people’s stories.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
Because I won't cry at all.
I still remember ten years ago when I came to this street corner frustrated. I was eighteen years old, helpless and had only the last sixty-three dollars left on me. I am sitting here, and if I remember correctly, this is where you are sitting now. The devil appears.
"Of course it's a story about a deal with the devil! Listen to me and tell you slowly." Jock said with a deep smile on his face.
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
And I also discovered.
At that time I was thirsty and hungry, and I was very frightened when I saw the proud demon. He said cowardly: "I want endless money, what do you want me to give in exchange?"
Because I won't cry at all.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
The arrogant devil said to me: "Are you willing to give up one thing to gain another?"
He told stories.
…
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
I looked at Jock in surprise and couldn't say a word.
I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid that he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly: "What's the story about the street devil you just told?"
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
Of course, the devil also said many, many more words, but unfortunately I can no longer remember them. It’s not that I have a bad memory, it’s that I’m not interested in other people’s stories.
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
"I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!" I said decisively at that time.
Because I won't cry at all.
This is my story.
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
Because I won't cry at all.
…
I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid that he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly: "What's the story about the street devil you just told?"
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
"Aren't you smiling happily now?" I asked Jock doubtfully.
I still remember ten years ago when I came to this street corner frustrated. I was eighteen years old, helpless and had only the last sixty-three dollars left on me. I am sitting here, and if I remember correctly, this is where you are sitting now. The devil appears.
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
I started eating and drinking in the most luxurious restaurants and staying in the most luxurious hotels. Splurging everything I could because I knew the gold in my pocket would never be used up. Of course I have more and more friends. They follow me every day and I say I am the boss of mining. Piles of gold were dug up, and there was endless money to spend. But because my face was injured during an adventure, I couldn't laugh happily.
We got married, had children, and lived a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
He told stories.
The devil still looked at me so proudly, which I felt was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile back, and I can give it anything in exchange.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's rude to interrupt someone else's story?" Jock still had the same smile, as if he wasn't teaching me a lesson. On the contrary, it has a comforting flavor.
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
The devil still looked at me so proudly, which I felt was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile back, and I can give it anything in exchange.
The devil proudly repeated the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!"
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
"Aren't you smiling happily now?" I asked Jock doubtfully.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly.
"Me? I want the person I like to like me too!" I said loudly.
She's slept with more men than I thought she would.
We got married, had children, and lived a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.
She would ogled and dropped hints crazily on every man she met.
…
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
He told stories.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
Everyone soon started calling me Boss Qiao. I ate, drank, whored and gambled in luxurious hotels every day. As long as someone plays with me, I will give them gold coins. Lots and lots of gold coins.
I started eating and drinking in the most luxurious restaurants and staying in the most luxurious hotels. Splurging everything I could because I knew the gold in my pocket would never be used up. Of course I have more and more friends. They follow me every day and I say I am the boss of mining. Piles of gold were dug up, and there was endless money to spend. But because my face was injured during an adventure, I couldn't laugh happily.
I exchanged my crying for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.
This lipstick works very well.
I exchanged my crying for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
But lipstick that makes people want to be debauched.
This lipstick works very well.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
Everyone soon started calling me Boss Qiao. I ate, drank, whored and gambled in luxurious hotels every day. As long as someone plays with me, I will give them gold coins. Lots and lots of gold coins.
She would ogled and dropped hints crazily on every man she met.
I returned to that street corner again feeling disappointed and sat on that bench.
She would ogled and dropped hints crazily on every man she met.
The devil proudly repeated the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!"
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
Time passed quickly until that day when I drank too much and went to the toilet. I overheard everything my friend was holding a cigarette and talking to the lady at the bathroom door. He said: "That idiot with a paralyzed face is really difficult to deal with." The lady actually agreed and said with a smile: "That's right, he always has a straight face. Every time I please him, I don't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me feel sick."
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
I think I could switch back to my crying.
Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.
This lipstick works very well.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
From that day on, I started to pay attention, and I found that every friend around me was scolding me behind my back. But I actually give them so many gold coins every day.
"Really?" I smiled dubiously, my previously sad expression somewhat subdued.
The price is never crying again.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
The devil still looked at me so proudly, which I felt was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile back, and I can give it anything in exchange.
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
Because I won't cry at all.
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
"Tell me, kid, what do you want?" Jock said with a weird smile.
I returned to that street corner again feeling disappointed and sat on that bench.
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
This lipstick works very well.
He told stories.
The devil still looked at me so proudly, which I felt was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile back, and I can give it anything in exchange.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
She's slept with more men than I thought she would.
The devil proudly repeated the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!"
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
The devil proudly repeated the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!"
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
Everyone soon started calling me Boss Qiao. I ate, drank, whored and gambled in luxurious hotels every day. As long as someone plays with me, I will give them gold coins. Lots and lots of gold coins.
I started eating and drinking in the most luxurious restaurants and staying in the most luxurious hotels. Splurging everything I could because I knew the gold in my pocket would never be used up. Of course I have more and more friends. They follow me every day and I say I am the boss of mining. Piles of gold were dug up, and there was endless money to spend. But because my face was injured during an adventure, I couldn't laugh happily.
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
The arrogant devil said to me: "Are you willing to give up one thing to gain another?"
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
Time passed quickly until that day when I drank too much and went to the toilet. I overheard everything my friend was holding a cigarette and talking to the lady at the bathroom door. He said: "That idiot with a paralyzed face is really difficult to deal with." The lady actually agreed and said with a smile: "That's right, he always has a straight face. Every time I please him, I don't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me feel sick."
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
And I also discovered.
The devil proudly repeated the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!"
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
Time passed quickly until that day when I drank too much and went to the toilet. I overheard everything my friend was holding a cigarette and talking to the lady at the bathroom door. He said: "That idiot with a paralyzed face is really difficult to deal with." The lady actually agreed and said with a smile: "That's right, he always has a straight face. Every time I please him, I don't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me feel sick."
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
"I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!" I said decisively at that time.
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
This is my story.
I exchanged my crying for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
He told stories.
I think I could switch back to my crying.
…
…
The price is never crying again.
…
I looked at Jock in surprise and couldn't say a word.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
He told stories.
And my kids don’t look like me either.
But lipstick that makes people want to be debauched.
And I also discovered.
"Of course it's a story about a deal with the devil! Listen to me and tell you slowly." Jock said with a deep smile on his face.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
He told stories.
"Tell me, kid, what do you want?" Jock said with a weird smile.
Because I won't cry at all.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
"Me? I want the person I like to like me too!" I said loudly.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
The price is never crying again.
"Me? I want the person I like to like me too!" I said loudly.
And I also discovered.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
The devil still looked at me so proudly, which I felt was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile back, and I can give it anything in exchange.
Because I won't cry at all.
Time passed quickly until that day when I drank too much and went to the toilet. I overheard everything my friend was holding a cigarette and talking to the lady at the bathroom door. He said: "That idiot with a paralyzed face is really difficult to deal with." The lady actually agreed and said with a smile: "That's right, he always has a straight face. Every time I please him, I don't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me feel sick."
I still remember ten years ago when I came to this street corner frustrated. I was eighteen years old, helpless and had only the last sixty-three dollars left on me. I am sitting here, and if I remember correctly, this is where you are sitting now. The devil appears.
But lipstick that makes people want to be debauched.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
"Me? I want the person I like to like me too!" I said loudly.
"Of course it's a story about a deal with the devil! Listen to me and tell you slowly." Jock said with a deep smile on his face.
"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
The price is never crying again.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
From that day on, I started to pay attention, and I found that every friend around me was scolding me behind my back. But I actually give them so many gold coins every day.
"Aren't you smiling happily now?" I asked Jock doubtfully.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
Because I won't cry at all.
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
This lipstick works very well.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
The price is never crying again.
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
He told stories.
I exchanged my crying for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
Because I won't cry at all.
I still remember ten years ago when I came to this street corner frustrated. I was eighteen years old, helpless and had only the last sixty-three dollars left on me. I am sitting here, and if I remember correctly, this is where you are sitting now. The devil appears.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
This lipstick works very well.
"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this street corner. I'll leave right away." I said cautiously, knowing that it was already dark. Looking at Jock's shabby clothes, he must be a beggar. Maybe the bench I am sitting on is his bed tonight.
I looked at Jock in surprise and couldn't say a word.
I exchanged my crying for a lipstick and gave it to my favorite person.
And my kids don’t look like me either.
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
I work hard, but the salary I get cannot satisfy my lover at all.
In this way, my friends are getting fewer and fewer. Until I returned to this street corner again in distress.
And she always cried and said that I was a cold, emotionless monster.
We got married, had children, and lived a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
I work hard, but the salary I get cannot satisfy my lover at all.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
The devil proudly repeated the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to the exchange!"
I think I could switch back to my crying.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
And my kids don’t look like me either.
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
I left the corner happily and got a pocket from the devil. It was filled with endless gold coins, but I really couldn't laugh. certainly! I was extremely excited and happy.
"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you okay, my friend?" Jock said with a smile, as if I was a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
But lipstick that makes people want to be debauched.
The devil said arrogantly: "Just use your smile in exchange. You can no longer smile because you are happy in exchange for spending money that you don't play with! How about it?"
Because I won't cry at all.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
I work hard, but the salary I get cannot satisfy my lover at all.
And she always cried and said that I was a cold, emotionless monster.
This is my story.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
"Tell me, kid, what do you want?" Jock said with a weird smile.
From that day on, I started to pay attention, and I found that every friend around me was scolding me behind my back. But I actually give them so many gold coins every day.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
And I also discovered.
"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
Everyone soon started calling me Boss Qiao. I ate, drank, whored and gambled in luxurious hotels every day. As long as someone plays with me, I will give them gold coins. Lots and lots of gold coins.
…
The devil looked at me and said: "I can give you a smile back, but the condition is exchange. That is to say, exchange, you can get your smile back, but you can't leave this street corner, take on the devil's work and continue to exchange with others."
I think I could switch back to my crying.
And she always cried and said that I was a cold, emotionless monster.
She would ogled and dropped hints crazily on every man she met.
I tried to crack a smile, but found it impossible. I angrily swore that I would never give any gold coins to my friends, and they would never get another penny from me.
I started eating and drinking in the most luxurious restaurants and staying in the most luxurious hotels. Splurging everything I could because I knew the gold in my pocket would never be used up. Of course I have more and more friends. They follow me every day and I say I am the boss of mining. Piles of gold were dug up, and there was endless money to spend. But because my face was injured during an adventure, I couldn't laugh happily.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
…
…
Of course, the devil also said many, many more words, but unfortunately I can no longer remember them. It’s not that I have a bad memory, it’s that I’m not interested in other people’s stories.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
She's slept with more men than I thought she would.
"Tell me, kid, what do you want?" Jock said with a weird smile.
Whenever she cried in my ear that the money I made was not enough to support our family, I always had a blank face.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
And I also discovered.
Of course, the devil also said many, many more words, but unfortunately I can no longer remember them. It’s not that I have a bad memory, it’s that I’m not interested in other people’s stories.
"Really?" I smiled dubiously, my previously sad expression somewhat subdued.
Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.
I came out of the corner and took a lipstick in my hand.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
"Aren't you smiling happily now?" I asked Jock doubtfully.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
But lipstick that makes people want to be debauched.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
But lipstick that makes people want to be debauched.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
…
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
"I agree, crying will only make me weak. Weak people have no love and will only be pitied." I blurted out subconsciously without any hesitation.
I returned to that street corner again feeling disappointed and sat on that bench.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that it's rude to interrupt someone else's story?" Jock still had the same smile, as if he wasn't teaching me a lesson. On the contrary, it has a comforting flavor.
"Then this time, we cry in exchange for not crying, and exchange for love? How about that?"
Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.
I still remember ten years ago when I came to this street corner frustrated. I was eighteen years old, helpless and had only the last sixty-three dollars left on me. I am sitting here, and if I remember correctly, this is where you are sitting now. The devil appears.
Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
This lipstick works very well.
From that day on, I started to pay attention, and I found that every friend around me was scolding me behind my back. But I actually give them so many gold coins every day.
I think I could switch back to my crying.
Of course, I was ashamed and could only pray blindly.
…
"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jock still had the same smile, but he was already sitting next to me.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.
"I hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, which made me feel unnatural.
"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
"Have you heard this story? The devil is at this corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you sit on a certain bench across the entire street corner because of negative emotions such as anger, distress, sadness, etc., the devil will Appear. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can fulfill one of your wishes." A man came over and said to me with a smile.
The proud devil is set free. Yes, it's free. And I want to smile back.
But Jock smiled and taunted me with the same words I had said, just like the arrogant devil he described taunting him.
I looked at Jock in surprise and couldn't say a word.
…
The arrogant devil said to me: "Are you willing to give up one thing to gain another?"
We got married, had children, and lived a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.