"Miss Sandnu, waiting for the family car"
It has been a while since school.
When Miao Angwen was walking across the street, he saw the student union president carrying her small schoolbag and holding her mobile phone, standing under the shade of the tree at the school gate, as if she was waiting for someone to pick her up from home. Her car home.
Mona lowered her head.
In the background.
The hair on the back of her head was always meticulously tied up like a wig in school. It was rare that she took off the hair tie and let it hang loosely on her shoulders. She looked like she was troubled by many worries. look.
Her depression was so obvious, and her whole body was enveloped in a low-pressure air mass.
From time to time, a car would stop on the side of the road, and the classmates in the car would invite her to give her a ride, or they would run over to comfort her.
There are many people in the school who hope to make friends with Miss Sandnu.
They were all declined by Mona, and they even just waved her hands and it was considered perfunctory.
Mona pays great attention to her image in public, and she rarely behaves so rudely.
In fact, except for a few people who can make girls get close.
In the past, she was not willing to show such a disturbed look in front of many students. Apart from pursed lips, there were no obvious emotional fluctuations.
She is known as the iceberg beauty in school.
A girl who grew up in a big family where class can be distinguished by surname knew that "respectability" was the only meaning of survival even before she could walk.
Mona came to Yangon to live and study at the age of six. She only had a few limited holidays and went back to her hometown with her business elders.
Her family has a large ancestral land on the outskirts of Bangalore. It is said that it can be traced back to the Mauryan Dynasty. Over the past few centuries, whether the ruler was the British Army or Gandhi, it has not changed. Her father proudly told her that their family would own this land until the end of time.
This is nothing in India.
It is completely different from the stereotypes of "clean and hygienic" and "have a glass of Ganges water" left by many people on the Internet. India is perhaps the best country in the world for the first one thousandth of a million people in the total population.
It has the most developed service industry and the most luxurious hotels in the world.
It is not the same concept as many "five-star hotels" in Egypt and Central Asia that are splendid on the outside and look like country guesthouses on the inside. The luxury hotels in India are really luxurious, with silver tableware and Italian The bartender's executive restaurant, the dressing table covered with luxury cosmetics, the bathtub with floating rose petals, and the one-on-one valet.
The standard is higher than some big European hotels.
Similarly, luxury carriages, luxury restaurants, luxury communities, luxury cars
Supermarkets, super highways, super aircraft carriers, Super Bowls, super airplanes, super projects and superheroes, if People say narcissistic Uncle Sams are the mostHe loves to label his country's national symbol with the word "super" which is superior to others. Even the superman flying around in the sky wearing red pants would print "suer" on his underwear.
Then Indians have a mysterious interest in the word "luxury".
Even in their national mythology, the origin of the caste "Sandenu" is the Golden King covered with gold.
Everything that symbolizes luxury is truly luxurious. The working environment of employees in high-tech companies in Bangalore is no worse than that of programmers in East Xia, Singapore, and the United States.
Even better.
In the San Francisco Bay Area, an elite programmer with an annual income of $400,000 would have to worry about having a nanny at home for a long time. But with the labor costs in India, you can even hire a platoon of servants to carry you to work. .
The only thing worth worrying about is.
Once your class slips.
Even if you only travel from a luxury car with conductors and stewards to a second-class sleeper car, then you will not have any excessive transition from developed life to life in a pre-modern country. in the environment.
Mona had one spring break, and because the train was delayed and rescheduled, she followed an adult and took a second-class carriage from Nandi Hills to Bangalore. It was a nightmare.
On the bed theoretically belonging to her on the ticket, two unknown men were lying, and under the floor of the bed, there was also an unknown man lying. She was not even sure whether the other man was still breathing. .
Every place is dirty, messy, and full of chaos.
No one checked the tickets. There was no conductor, no air conditioning, and the smell of feces, urine, and excrement mixed with sweat, inhaled on the tip of the nose, as if the whole person was in a huge can of expired fermented milk.
The two uncles protected her and sat in the corner of the carriage for four hours, blocking all kinds of malicious eyes from all directions.
Mona has always hated the kind of headscarf that rural women must wear when going out.
Some men in India wear headscarves because of Sikhism. As for women’s traditional headscarves, they have nothing to do with religion. They are simply because they need to cover their faces and prevent other men from seeing them except family members.
She has regarded this as a symbol of inequality between backward men and women since she was a child.
I also submitted a short paper as a group assignment at Dewey, in which I denounced the oppression of women’s rights in this backward society.
But that was the first time in my life.
Mona regretted not buying a face scarf at the place selling traditional saris outside the train station before boarding the train.
I heard that British Railways recommended in a newspaper that women should carry a two-inch-long sewing needle in their carry-on luggage when traveling in second- and third-class carriages. This is because at night or when the train passes through a relatively long tunnel, it is used to protect yourself from possible violations at any time.
But that was Sherlock Holmes and DaDetective Polo lives in London.
1880.
Mona can never forget what she saw as a child and her family education.
Heaven or hell.
Master or servant.
Respectable or dishonorable.
Yesorno, there is no so-called ordinary middle-class life. Either you work hard to be a superior person, or you just go out and become a lower-class person.
This is Mona’s world view.
So she must always smile and always be calm and calm.
Even if she ran forward and was greeted by Mrs. Cruz's disdainful cynicism, she would only run to the corner of the lawn and secretly wipe her tears alone.
Only girls who are calm, organized, and have the demeanor of a general can win the trust of teachers and professors, win the student council election in grade 11, leave a mark on their resume, and be in school. Only by winning the favor of the interviewer at the recruitment fair can you have the power to say yes to a better life in the upward or downward choices you make in your life.
Mona firmly believes that she does not regret any choice she has made.
If life gives her another chance to choose, she will do the same thing again.
But she was really upset today. She didn’t know where this emotion came from, but it surged forward and she was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t breathe.
She doesn’t want to go home.
I don’t want to call my driver.
I don’t even want to care about other people’s eyes.
Two months ago, when she was so upset, Gu Weijing found her, comforted her, and painted pictures to make her happy.
She now wants to stand in the shade of a tree like this until the end of time. It seems that as long as she continues to stand like this, the next second, a hand will wait, pat her on the shoulder, and ask her why. sad.
So what if he waits?
The trouble this guy has caused now has even TV stations coming to his door. Looking at him, he might be expelled from school. Not sure.
If he really ran over like before.
Mona would open her arms without hesitation, put her arms around his neck and tell her that it doesn't matter, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter, I don't care.
I don’t care if your membership is fake, and I don’t care if you went to the Royal College of Art or the local Pheasant University.
As long as you are still the same Gu Weijing.
We can still start over as we did before.
I will still keep a cold face, crumpling the drawing into a ball again, and keeping this troublesome person away from me.
Which choice will be made
Even Mona herself doesn’t know and can’t guess.
She gently plucked the grass growing from the shrubs in the flower bed.
Yangon is located in the Irrawaddy Delta, the most fertile area in Myanmar.
In April, everything here is growing wildly. Colorful grass leaves spread along the flower beds planted with low shrubs along the street to the distant horizon.
College is a small flower with heart-shaped leaves, because the outer edge is deep brown, and close to the rhizome, it turns into bright pink. The two colors are in great contrast at the same time. Appears on a plant hence its name.
“Half of the blood is still gushing out, and half of the chaos has dried up.”
A local poet once described this ubiquitous weed in a sad tone: “This is us. My country.”
Mona does not have as deep a feeling for the land beneath her feet as the poet does.
Her complex mood at the moment is somewhat similar to that of the poet decades ago.
Mona witnessed the interview outside the school gate.
The more rational part of her heart, she thought she should be lucky to have separated from Gu Weijing early, so as not to be dragged into this quagmire together.
She wanted to joke with the girl next to her as if nothing had happened, and wanted to show her sobriety and wisdom with a mentality that it had nothing to do with herself.
Even if you can.
Mona completely wanted to give a cold chuckle in front of her classmates and express in a arrogant tone that she had foreseen that similar things would happen the moment she and the other party separated.
If love is a fund.
She, Miss Sandenou, is an excellent and calm fund manager. When she found that holding stocks was ineffective and the prospects were worrying, she gave up her shares early to protect herself.
He is definitely an excellent financier.
What a pity.
Emotions are feelings.
It is never money that buys someone, but sincerity.
She can't put a small abacus in her chest and calculate the good or bad mood by moving the small wooden beads here and there.
So, Mona couldn’t laugh at all.
In fact, she was a little secretly happy.
After that time on the playground, she guessed that maybe, maybe, probably, there was a one percent possibility that there was some ambiguous feeling between Miss Sakai and her little boy.
Mona knew very well that she had almost no advantage in front of Miss Sakai.
Of course, Katsuko is really cute.
But Mona didn't believe at all that with the other party's family background, there was any real possibility of a relationship with Gu Weijing.
There is no caste in Japan, but life has its own class.
Sakai Katsuko is different from other Dewey girls from wealthy families who also look like they have fluttering skirts. Her condition has surpassed that of a "rich person" in the popular sense. Miss Sakai is a true rich lady. The daughter of a rich man.
Luckin’s wealth report shows that there are 84,490 wealthy families in the world whose families are worth more thanOver $100 million. There are a total of 8.1 billion people living on this planet.
Miss Sakai is not one in a thousand, not even one in ten thousand.
She is one in 100,000.
A member of the highest and unattainable upper class in human society since ancient times.
Even if it is a Hollywood romantic movie, in Roman Holiday, the last scene still shows the European princess and reporter Joe, looking at each other affectionately and saying goodbye.
Just because Ms. Sakai is too good to touch.
So she is not as threatening as a bitch like Kou Kou. Her mother looks like the kind of shrewd, philistine devil she is.
The two of them can at most have an underground love affair behind their parents’ backs.
Mona even thought about whether she should reveal this matter to Professor Cruz. This majestic middle-aged mother would definitely kill them both to death with one finger. Later, she felt that this matter was a bit It was too bitchy, and she didn't want to offend Katsuko, so she extinguished the tempting impulse in her mind.
Nowadays, Gu Weijing is deeply involved in a scandal. Thinking about it, there is no possibility for him and the lady of the Sakai family.
Only people like me who are childhood sweethearts and grew up together will not dislike each other.
Maybe there is also the very annoying Kou Kou. Humph, she doesn’t become a lesbian, hooks up with handsome boys, and hangs around Gu Weijing all the time. What the hell is this?
< p>However, the moment the other party jumped out of the crowd.Mona also envied Koko's freedom of doing whatever she wanted without caring about it.
A part of her heart hoped that she would be the one to jump out and speak generously to the camera.
Koko said that she was playing the role of a turtle, and she was absolutely right.
Her courage was only enough to stand in the crowd, looking at the interview with a worried look, and she was in a dilemma.
Mona often hated herself for being sticky and tangled.
Whether you are mocking Gu Weijing with everyone, or you are jumping out and pointing cold fingers at thousands of people, it is a simple relief.
But Mona just can’t do it.
Partly emotional, half rational, the two ponies pulled her from left to right, as if they were trying to tear her heart into pieces and completely split it into two pieces.
Unknowingly, Miss Sandenou had torn the coleus in her hand into pieces. The red and brown heart-shaped blades of grass were completely mixed together, covering her white fingers and the casing of her mobile phone. , all dyed together in colorful mottled colors.
She turned on her phone.
Staring at a text message on the screen that has been edited several times.
Gu Weijing, I'm a little worried about you. If you're okay, give me a call.
After hesitating for a long time, Mona finally locked the screen of her phone without clicking the send button and put it back in her pocket. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft