Life is a process of constantly dreaming and disillusionment

The first time she saw her (Sister Zhang), she thought she was smart and stylish. That familiar feeling came around again, and it was an expectation for the future. They both projected this kind of relationship similar to affection on each other, and never felt a trace of guilt.

She wasn't her daughter, and she wasn't her mother. These two people went to the same environment, one for development and growth; the other for the sake of family affection, each conceiving his own ghost fetus.

She often told everyone that if she tried harder, she could really give birth to her. It was as if she was really like her mother. She laughed at this, knowing that her mother would always be the peasant woman who had waddled in the countryside, a fact that could not be changed.

The two of them are in the same office, acting out their best feelings every day like one person. But she knew it was all fake, just like the snow in winter melted when the sun came out.

Over the course of five years, she gradually discovered that her essence was like an insatiable wolf, or a cat that could not get in or out. She suddenly realized that everything was like a dream she had created. She and she are completely two worlds of people, she loves money but has a way to get it, she is greedy for everything, she wants everything.

In the year she intended to leave, she and her words did not exceed ten. I believe she felt it too.

She had a dream that she was the one who needed to be stamped to enter a unit, and she was blocked by her. She never told her everything about herself again.

At the last meal she had agreed to come, and the master was her, but she was like a rat whispering and even sometimes saying some insignificant gossip about others to show that she was the most authoritative person on the table, but after this meal, they were passers-by, and there was no chance to see each other again.

When it's all over, it's calm. She found that her closest soul was still the pious Christian mother in the countryside, she did not have a beautiful leather coat and fashionable clothing, but she had a heart that was not polluted.