But I don't like them at all!

Because they all don't look good.

Next door to the Academy of Fine Arts is the Academy of Music and the Academy of Dance, where there are so many beauties.

I have always wanted to find a girlfriend who learns dance.

It's a pity that I like them, but they don't like me.

There is a legend on the Internet: As long as you drive a luxury car and park it outside the conservatory of music and dance, with a bottle of mineral water on the roof, a beautiful girl will come over and strike up a conversation with the car owner.

I don’t know if this legend is true or not, but when I was in school, I did see many beautiful girls being picked up and dropped off by people every day.

This world is so unfair. Rich people do whatever they want, but poor people like me have to be careful about how much money they have to pay for food.

The cruel reality tells me that ideals are beautiful halos floating high in the sky, which are out of reach. Eating, drinking, and eating, even the minimum standard of three steamed buns a day, is the true meaning of life.

Not even one point less will do.

In the year of graduation, I chose to take the exam at the Group Arts Center.

After all, this is a well-established position, and the income is not low.

More importantly, I like this job, mainly because I have more time and can create freely.

To be fair, the leaders of my unit treated me well and often gave me opportunities to go out to collect information. Expense reimbursements were only approved after a rough review. I reciprocated the favor by signing up for every provincial art and culture competition and winning prizes based on my ability. I also participated in work.

In three years, I became an important figure in the museum, an irreplaceable one.

As the saying goes: Talented people will never be buried no matter where they go.

Looking back now, when I think about it, I was young and energetic at that time, and I was indeed a little bit arrogant.

At that time, the leaders thought that I was young and promising, and that my English was good and that I was a rare talent. They specially gave me opportunities for training and study, and even asked me to join the party, but I rejected them all.

To be honest, I looked down on these things at the beginning. My ideal... Haha, my ideal is to go abroad, in order to give full play to a land full of artistic talents. If it were not for the pressure of life, I would not choose now anyway.

This job. So whether to get promoted after training or join the party, it is not within my scope of consideration.

What's more, the promotion at that time seemed meaningless to me. At that time, there was still the term "share-level cadre". Being a small boss in the unit really meant nothing. If I were directly offered a full-time position, maybe I would be tempted. But.

What's the point of being a mere deputy in a department, someone with no authority and no authority, and a monthly salary of just over a hundred yuan?

My boss had a very good impression on me and always advised me to be conscientious and down-to-earth and start my work from scratch, step by step. As long as I make better results, promotion will definitely not be a problem.

People are like this, once you miss an opportunity, you can never go back.

Since I don't want it, others will come up and take my place.

I am getting angrier and angrier.

Those who replace me are not as good as me, why?

In your opinion, this is obviously a damn morbid mentality. But I didn't see it that way at that time. I only knew that those people occupied, or should even be said to "rob" something that should belong to me.

This is my own arrogance.

It’s not that I can give things I don’t want to others, but even if I don’t want them, I have to throw them into the garbage. Since the leader chose me for that position, even if I refused at the time, shouldn’t I look at the thatched cottage like Liu Bei treated Zhuge Liang? This is the only way to treat talents.

The proper attitude!

I was very annoyed, so I dropped all the work I was doing, asked for a place to go out on a tour, and ran around for several months.

It was during that time that I came into contact with Zhang Yimou's crew in Lijiang and worked as an extra for more than a month.

I acted for fun, purely out of curiosity, and I also wanted to be tainted by Zhang Guoshi's "immortal spirit".

Look at Wang Baoqiang. He used to be an ordinary extra, but overnight he became a well-known movie star.

Why can't I replicate what happened to him?

I know more things than him, and my overall ability is better than him. Since I can't make it in the workplace, why can't I find another way out? Stars are also a good choice.

It was at that time that I came into contact with rubber clothing and film and television makeup.

Have you seen the foreign zombie movies? In "Resident Evil", "Death Flight", "Escape from Zombie Island" and "Night of the Living Dead", those horrible and disgusting bite wounds are actually cosmetic effects. The method is very simple: the main ingredients are

White latex that can be bought anywhere on the market is mixed with a certain amount of flour in proportion, mixed with water, compared with the character's skin, and added with pigments to make a fake skin with a thickness of about one centimeter. The surface is cut with a knife to make

For the wound tearing effect, the inner layer is outlined with color and attached to the actor's body while it's semi-dry. It's as realistic as you want, and it's better than simulated special effects.

Without going too far, let’s talk about Zhang Hongxia!

She and I were introduced by a friend. She was an enthusiastic person who said he knew a pretty good girl. Seeing that I was also single, he made an appointment to match her up.

My impression of Zhang Hongxia is average. Maybe it’s because I saw too many beautiful women in school and I have developed an immunity. I think she looks just like that. She doesn’t look stunning at a glance. At most, she has a good figure and a relatively pretty person.

Just cheerful.

It was obvious that she liked me very much. During the meal, she kept looking for opportunities to toast me. I just drank two glasses and ignored her.

Men, you must be arrogant when you should be arrogant.

Besides, Zhang Hongxia's academic qualifications are not as high as mine, so I really have no interest in her.

As a friend introduced me, I gave her my phone number.

The next day, Zhang Hongxia took the initiative to ask me out. I didn’t think much about it at the time, thinking that my friend was also there. After I went there, I realized that it was just me and her.

I had hot pot that day. At first I didn’t understand why I wanted to eat this on such a hot day.

The seat was chosen in a private room in the corner of the restaurant. She sat next to me, and she was busy serving and adding dishes. That day she wore a low-cut cardigan and a very short skirt. She always used it when raising her hands and feet.

Elbows brushing against each other...even a fool would understand what she was thinking.

She kept saying she had a crush on me and kept praising me.

She was still very talkative and didn't say "please be my boyfriend" outright.

After dinner, she invited me to watch a movie.

It was an old movie theater with two seats in a remote location.

She took the initiative to lean against me and hold my waist with both hands.

I admit that I am not a gentleman, and since people offer it to me, there is no reason for me to pretend not to accept it.

Hugging, kissing, hugging... Anyway, apart from not taking off clothes, everything that a man and a woman should have is there.

After watching the movie, she asked me to take her home, which is Building 601, Building 21, Jinchang Community.

She said she didn't live with her parents, it was her house.

I didn't care about it at the time, and I didn't think much about it.

It was past 11 o'clock, and a woman offered to take her home. When she got to the door of the unit, she asked you to take her upstairs again, and said something like, "Go in and have a cup of tea before leaving." This kind of sugar-coated bullet naturally made me uncomfortable.

It is a pleasure to endure.

When she got up the next day, she told me seriously: She had taken a liking to me the last time we had dinner, and I was her husband in this life.

When I heard this, I was completely confused.

I originally thought she was a very open-minded woman, the kind who just slept with her, had a one-night stand, each got what she wanted, and after dawn everyone said "goodbye" to each other, I won't bother you, and I won't disturb your life.

I didn't expect it to be a piece of cowhide glue. No wonder I had to eat hot pot in such a hot weather last night. It turned out to be to use the temperature to "boil the glue". Now it's stuck to me so firmly that I can't shake it off.

I never thought about developing a relationship with Zhang Hongxia, let alone marrying her. And it was not the first time for her. She had much more actions and experience than me. I felt bad at the time and quickly

I put on my clothes and wanted to leave, but she grabbed me and threatened: She took a photo of me naked with her mobile phone while I was sleeping last night. If I dared to take pictures of my butt and leave, she would immediately go to my work and take the photos.

Leave it to me to lead.

When she said these words, she didn't even wear any clothes and stood naked in front of me.

I felt like the sky suddenly fell.

Although I disdain this job, it is only a superficial attitude. If I am fired from the company, how will I make a living? In the face of ideals and reality, of course the latter is more important.

I wanted to kill her at that time, but I didn't have the courage.

I think this is a trap and I've fallen into a trap. Zhang Hongxia is obviously not a good girl. She definitely didn't find me because of love, but she desperately wanted to find a new wife and a successor. God knows how many men she has been with.

, judging from her actions and words at that time, it is estimated that this was not the first time something like this happened.

She said: "If you want to leave, just leave! Don't blame me for not reminding you. Once you leave this door, don't blame me for being rude."

How dare I leave!

Zhang Hongxia still understands men's thoughts very well. While threatening, she got into my arms and begged repeatedly, saying, "You fell in love with me the first time you saw me. You had no choice but to do this in order to keep my heart. As long as I agree to follow you

If she gets married, delete the photos."

She cooked at home that day, and I ate with her.

I have no choice but to agree.

She asked me to write a pledge: I would be her boyfriend, and we would have sex first and then get married.

When I got back to work, I felt like I had a nightmare.

The next day, Zhang Hongxia came to see me at work.

She was all dressed up and brought a large thermos bucket with chicken soup in it.
To be continued...