I, Yizhi, and I, just turned 25 years old.

There is a deep smoke scar on my left arm. Every summer, I will put on my vest and hot pants without any hesitation to sway the streets.

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

Because, I'm not.

The name of that scar is - cannon fodder. It has never left me since he was 22 years old.

Some people say that women who dare to act ruthlessly on themselves should not be underestimated.

I don’t know if a smoke scar is considered cruel. Anyway, because of this scar, I cried for half a month. My heart and scars hurt together.

In the end, I didn’t become the self I wanted to be. The only difference from when I was 22 years old was that the men around me, from one to many, just.

Some people called me **, some secretly called me a vixen, some people thought that this woman was scheming, and some people thought that I was just a fool.

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

The fairy is a very interesting old lady. She has a special ability to know the world without leaving home. As soon as I entered the door, a fairy's voice came from the smoky living room: People don't do anything but kill them, but those who have a mind like this will look like you.

I stepped on my high heels and threw them around in a corner of the shoe cabinet. I climbed onto another sofa barefoot and pulled out one from the fairy's cigarette box. The fairy's eyes slanted down to me, threw it over to the lighter tacitly, and then sighed slowly.

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

Because I came out of her belly, this love between the fairy and the girl Silk began strangely. My relationship with her was like the confused curve of my palm, very entangled.

As soon as I took a sip, the fairy said lazily again: Who, you can get married this year? I am getting along with Lao Liu, who is dancing, and he will move here in a few days.

I was already used to her romantic affairs. I looked her up and down a few times, and then said: No wonder I have been so coquettish recently, and it turns out that I have been rejuvenating again.

She immediately smiled, threw the cigarette butts she had finished smoking on my face, and said: If you are more interested, hurry up and find a man to marry. If you are in this family, it is inconvenient for me to find a man.

Look, it’s such an old woman with a bad view. In order to attract an old man, she can chase her own daughter out.

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

Another Sunday night, I put on my wig, put on heavy makeup, and transformed into a resident singer in the bar with bright lights and wine, roaring with hoarse voices and "Hi Song". In fact, I couldn't feel happy at all.

A senior female hooligan has some pasts that are not consistent with others, such as me, and fairies.

I love fairies. Although her stepmother behavior sometimes makes me extremely angry, I still love her more than myself.

Because I know the past of this woman. When one person understands another person's bloody past, there is something called care in that sympathy. She has suffered for me.
Chapter completed!