The day my ex-boyfriend defrauded me of all my savings and left me with a debt of 80,000 yuan, I bought a green train ticket to Dali.
There was a stall selling sticky rice at the entrance of the alley, but the stall was kicked down on the first day.
The man from the camera shop next door leaned against the wall and laughed at me, saying that my skills were only worth five yuan.
Later I asked him, did you look down on me at first?
He was silent for a long time and said: I look down on myself.
This is a story of self-redemption of an ordinary person. There is no boss, no golden finger, just a woman who fled to Dali and a bowl of glutinous rice.
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