In the evening, Baby Qiao, the devil, was pestered by Cheng Zheng again. When he fell asleep like a playful child, I got up from his arms, sat next to him, and looked at the Indian Ocean Sun Island.

Under the starlight and night sky, I carefully looked at the heroic look between his brows.

Am I finally married? Am I finally marrying myself to a man?

This man named Cheng Zheng, we met by chance, traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers to get to know each other, but when we met once, did we resolutely decide to commit the rest of our lives to each other?

Our acquaintance, meeting, understanding and falling in love was simply too dramatic. I will mention this later.

He calls himself a leftover urban man with hard bones and soft temperament. He was born in Yan'an, grew up in Xiangfan, and works in Shanghai, while I have been moving around the province to which City S belongs. Diary of a Female Civil Servant 4

In the years to come, will he, Cheng Zheng, who got married in a flash marriage, really accept my broken soul?

On the night of April 28, 2013, I sat quietly next to him, looking at him with tears streaming down my face.

The past is like a dream, but it is also very real.

If he knew everything that happened in my youth, would he still love me as he said?

When we met by chance for the first time, he looked at me with blazing eyes and his mouth opened in astonishment, but he did not dare to ask me easily, "Are you a baby?" At that time, we had never exchanged photos.

My online name is the same as my real name, which is Baobao.

But people generally don't believe that a woman's online name would dare to use her real name.

Baby, this online name looks so much like a vulgar pseudonym.

When we first met, I told the 38-year-old Cheng Zheng on the Internet that I was a 33-year-old leftover woman and a freelance freelancer who was living day and night.

He was noncommittal. He said that as long as we are in harmony, he doesn't care what my true face is. Then he ridiculed himself, saying that what he said simply goes against a man's nature. Doesn't it sound fake, haha.

But he didn't know that everyone around me knew that the thirty-three-year-old Qiao Baobao was alive and full of life, with the dewy face of a twenty-year-old beauty.

This, in S city government, is an anecdote that makes men yearn for it and makes women envious, jealous and hateful.

Many people have asked me about my magic weapon to keep my face like a god, but I just laugh and say that I was born this way and there is no secret.

How could there be no secrets? In the years before I turned 20, I was a gray ugly duckling for a long time, and I didn’t even have a decent first love. But day and night after I turned 20,

My heart has gone through a lot of changes, but my appearance is like a phoenix rising from the ashes, and it has stayed in the wonderful charm of youth and never looked back.

Therefore, when Cheng Zheng saw my true face in Lushan for the first time at the airport, he would open his mouth and stare at me passionately, not daring to easily associate the appearance of a thirty-three-year-old leftover woman with a twenty-year-old girl.

Together.

And all of this starts with my family, continues until this year, and talks about why I became the baby Joe I am now.

Everyone, from birth to death, calls the same name and represents the same person. However, in fact, each individual life has long been transformed into many different selves. Her mental journey determines her external words, deeds, and outlook on life.

Subvert or reinvent.

Those gloomy days I have walked through often wake me up on my way back from my dreams at midnight, with tears streaming down my face.

The year 2000 was the long-awaited cross-century year. The Diary of a Female Civil Servant 4

I remember that in 1986, in my Chinese language class in the first grade of elementary school, a private teacher once jokingly told us that when he was in junior high school, the private teacher who taught politics once told them with great longing that by the time our country enters the year 2000, basically

We will cross the threshold of revolution. At that time, we people will be freed from heavy physical labor. Robots will serve us in every job. We will have a car every day, eat well, wear well, and be free.

Walk around the streets freely, travel, and run out of gas. Go to the gas station and let the robot fill it up without spending a penny.

And when the year 2000 really comes, for ordinary people, it will be just like every most ordinary day before, it will slip away ordinary and peacefully, and it will slip away completely and meaninglessly at any time.

At the turn of the century, I was about to graduate from college and was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, trudging along like an ascetic nun with my head buried in books.

I was very thin at that time, like a dry flower that had never bloomed, hiding gray and dark among the branches and leaves of girls of the same age with bright flowers and green willows, being ignored by others and neglecting myself.

She wears the cheapest clothes, has the most outdated consomme noodle hair, doesn’t know how to put on makeup, doesn’t know how to get along with others, and does nothing except reading.

In my youth, I never had a dreamlike and pure first love. I was just like a groundhog that dared not see the sun, hiding in the small soil hole in my heart, secretly falling in love with a delinquent young man named Fu Shi like a fool.

In 1992, when I was in the first grade of junior high school, I was like a weak bean sprout. I was deeply bewitched by Fu Shi, the most famous bad student in the school in the third grade of junior high school. I fell hopelessly in love with him and became obsessed with him, just like

There is a popular saying on Weibo right now: Who hasn’t fallen in love with a scumbag when they were young?

Regarding Fu Shi, I will talk about it later. Let me start by remembering why I suddenly chose to take the civil service exam in 2000.

In 1986, when I was six years old, my father was having an affair and was discovered by my mother. She was a strong woman and could not bear the shock and humiliation of her wholehearted love being betrayed. She poisoned my father's wine and they both drank to death.

In the autumn of 2000, my grandma, who was dependent on each other, suddenly became critically ill and was sent to the county hospital by the villagers.

When I rushed back to the hospital from school, I found that my critically ill grandma was placed in a common ward with eight beds. The patients were urinating and defecating in the room. The smell was unpleasant. The patients living in this ward were...
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