I, Yi Zhizhi, female, have just reached the age of 25.

There is a deep cigarette scar on my left arm. Every summer, I would put on a vest and hot pants and walk around the streets without hesitation.

I don't mind others calling me a female gangster or a female gangster.

Because, I'm not.

The name of that scar is - cannon fodder. It has never left me since it grew into my body when I was 22 years old.

Some people say that women who dare to be cruel to themselves should not be underestimated.

I don’t know if a cigarette scar is considered cruel, but anyway, I cried for half a month because of this scar. My heart and the scar both hurt to the core.

In the end, I didn't become the person I wanted to be. The only thing that was different from when I was 22 years old was that the men around me changed from one to many.

Some people call me **, some people secretly call me a vixen, some people think this woman is scheming, and some people think I'm just a fool.

Yes, I am quite stupid. On a street with an average daily traffic of 3,000 people, I rejected the romantic proposal of 999 roses and a man who really looked like a human being.

The fairy is a very interesting old lady. She has the special ability of knowing the world without leaving home. As soon as I walked in, the fairy's voice came from the smoke-filled living room: People will not seek death if they don't do things.

If you are a water person, you will look like this.

I kicked off my high heels and threw them randomly in the corner of the shoe cabinet. I climbed onto another sofa with my bare feet and took out a cigarette from the fairy's cigarette case. The fairy glanced at me sideways and threw the lighter over in tacit agreement.

, and then sighed leisurely.

The fairy is my mother, a strange old woman. She is good at everything, smoking, drinking, playing mahjong, and picking up men. I never call her mother, because she has given me a signal since she was a child: she is a fairy in the sky.

Because I came out of her belly, the relationship between the fairy and the maiden silk began in such a strange way. The relationship between me and her is like the chaotic curves in my palm, very entangled.

As soon as I took a sip, the fairy lazily spoke again: Who is it? You will marry me this year. I am in love with the dancing old Liu, and he will move here in a few days.

I was already used to her flirtatious ways. I looked her up and down and said, "No wonder I've been so coquettish recently. It turns out I've regained my second youth."

She immediately laughed, threw the cigarette butt in my face, and then said: If you know better, find a man to marry as soon as possible. You are in this house, and it is not convenient for me to find a man.

Look, she is such an old woman with bad views. In order to win over an old man, she can kick her own daughter out.

I was a little helpless and decadent, cooked dinner for the fairy, changed into a suspender skirt, and wandered out.

It was another Sunday night. I put on a wig and heavy makeup, and transformed into a resident singer in a bustling bar, roaring "Hi Song" in a hoarse voice. In fact, I was not high at all in my heart.

Can't get up.

A senior female hooligan has a past that others don't agree with, like me, like fairies.

I love fairies. Although her various stepmother behaviors sometimes make me extremely angry, I still love her more than I love myself.
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