When people are drunk, they either go crazy or fall unconscious. Song Churan's drunkenness was just right. He didn't have the strength to shout, but he still had a mouth open to chatter endlessly and spray venom without any scruples.
I had heard her curse before. Miss Song would pull out a dog she met on the roadside and curse it if it ignored her. What I hear most now is one person, and her name is mentioned repeatedly:
"Haha, do you know the real name of that dead woman Fang Zhi? Fang Yan, well, that gorgeous Yan, so earthy as hell, no wonder she wants to change her name."
"You're talking about Fang Zhi, oh no, Fang Yan, why is she so greedy? How much does she want to climb up the ladder? From a working girl in a foot-washing city to a glamorous star that is sought after by thousands of people, and now she wants to get involved in some bullshit business with Han Lin and the others. That idiot Han Lin, has he ever played with others? Sooner or later, he will be tricked by that dead woman until he is no longer a scumbag."
"Damn, why is this damn woman so smart? How do you think she got her brain? Do you know who I think of every time I see her? Does Lu Xun know, Sanwei Bookstore! Beauty Snake! She just has that face to help deceive people."
"Everyone becomes a good person to her! I'm not! I'm a bitch! Do you think she enjoys tricking my mother into fooling around?"
"I really want to, really want her to be ruined. A woman who likes to pretend like that, after losing everything, will she become honest?"
Finally, Song Churan said:
"I have never hated a person so much. In other words, I don't hate him, I hate him so much."
After hearing similar words too many times, Zhou Qing finally couldn't help but interrupt her:
"Is it possible, hating someone is not like this."
"What?"
"... Loving someone is like this."
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She sank deep into the mud and wandered to the bottom of the valley. Looking at the bright moon above her head, she climbed step by step, with her skin torn and bruised.
So nice that she finally did it.
Fang Zhi's arrogance is just an act, but his pride is not.
She is glad that she is smart enough and cold enough to always know what she wants. To achieve her goal, she will pretend to be compassionate and dignified like Guanyin, while having no scruples about taking advantage of others.
Until I met Song Churan.
The latter appeared at just the right time, and she had just arrived at the top of the mountain, greedy for the scenery here. And Song Churan is the flower that blooms against the morning glow.
She shone with a brilliance that she could not imagine, but it was a pity that Song Churan could not see it.
Later, I found out that the flowers were in full bloom, and the fragrance was so strong that it covered up the rotten smell below. But she didn't care, she even liked it more.
Even though her hands were pierced by thorns, she would take the flower branches into her hands and pour the blood on them to add color to the flowers.
The smell is also fragrant.
Intention: Love is as strong as death