Ps This is my first time writing a novel. Actually, this is not the first time I have had such an impulse. When I was very young, I wanted to use a novel to record everything that happened in junior high school. Later, I wrote it and then stopped. I didn't insist on finishing it. Now I can't remember it. I really regret it. Nowadays, I read some messy novels every day. It is better to write them myself. The development of the story is in my own hands.
The text begins (this story is described from the perspective of the first person and is purely fictional)
The wedding of a 30-year-old...
A person eager to prove himself graduated from an ordinary university! I sighed and looked at the sky of this second-tier city... I should use my own abilities to prove that I can live a good life... Then I looked back at the school gate. In the past four years, in order to change myself and achieve the goal of success! Holding a breath? Or why do you have to change yourself? I don't know myself, all I know is that I paid too much, too much! But what is the true definition of success? How could that 22-year-old understand? What was my definition then? Now that I am 30 years old, I don't remember it clearly. It's probably too simple… Which one comes first, proving that you can do it or money? How could an Aries with a bad memory and an impulsive person remember so many emotions and so many things...
Let me introduce myself first. My name is Que Qingyang. I am not beautiful, but my facial features are very good-looking. I am just a 30-year-old woman! Bad habits include drinking, smoking, looking at beautiful women and handsome men... All comers are welcome!
Now, I am standing at my wedding, looking at this man who is neither tall, handsome nor rich,