beauty pageant

"My daughter makes luxury goods. She has a good personality and looks like a boy. You must meet her." She said this, wearing transparent braces on her pale yellow teeth. We met under the rose vines in Fuxing Park, a square of six people in six people, striding away, getting further and further away from me, people disappearing, only a square solid state is left, I raised my camera and wanted to take a candid photo. Float away, as always.

However, she found me.

"You must be a professional."

"Can you take another picture for us?" Before I could speak, I brought in other aunties.

Faces, tattooed eyebrows, lipstick, curly hair, all together, as if they had traveled from the collective to the present when they went to the mountains and the countryside. The difference is that thirty years ago, there was no camera to capture their most youthful moments. Mixed with the shed with the smell of cow dung, the trickling river, and the fleeting locomotive, it turned into a cloud of black smoke and sank with the particles boiled in the cauldron.

She scanned my QR code and felt like she made a new friend.

"Good morning, another new day."

"The message of preventing diabetes in winter, the high incidence of cancer among young people who are sedentary for a long time..." This is her way of greeting.

"Last time I went to that performance, I was really happy!"

"You must come. Many young people are there, very happy."

She invited me to the show again. The name of the show seems to be Jiang Nanxiu.

Very hesitant, I thought that I would be brought into a pyramid selling organization, and I would be tricked into making money. But I am really curious. I have seen so many foreign art exhibitions and performances, all of which are related to global macro issues. From a personal point of view, there are a lot of white Westerners, and these large groups living around me are only superficial. comprehension - a quick glimpse of square dancing after dinner. How do they live? What are they interested in?

At 6:30 p.m., I walked into the corporate building, usually standing on the side of the street unhappy. Since the intervention of the relocation, it was originally a street in the shoe city, but it was hurt, and only the honking and spitting of the takeaway riders could be heard.

She leaned on her side, about 1.6, and was on the phone, "Tell the driver, Luban Road, Luban Road." Her face was red. He smiled politely when he saw me. "Wait for me, beauty, I'm showing the way to the little sister's husband." He hung up the phone in a hurry, went to the front desk to check the ticket, and put the phone in front of him, "I transferred money from Alipay, three, here are three. It's my friend." Righteousness is awe-inspiring. I took the paper and made the bracelet, the last time I was wearing this ring was at the Drag Queen show at Elevator.

She led me in and introduced me to her little sisters and her daughter who was sitting in front.

"My daughter has been a judge in Jiangnan Show for several issues."

"You must know her. She has a good personality, like a boy."

My daughter, with long shawl hair, brown lipstick, and a slender neck, shook hands with me and said, "My mother specially said yesterday that a beautiful woman is coming, so please forgive me for not taking care of me." I shook hands subconsciously, but I just wanted to find someone Drill down the hole.

She pulled me to the front row.

The big screen plays the catwalk videos of the past few episodes in a loop, strong fitness background music, and constantly flashing back to the big light clips. The end of each segment is always the woman with a garlic nose. There was a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose, a bald and thin old man on the left, and two boys on the right, with a slightly similar face to hers. They came out, waved, smiled, and received applause.

"This is our teacher, next to her husband and child."

"Her eldest son is studying art in Bao Yugang."

Round after round, each round was a middle-aged woman with her head held high, and the quilt was put on clothes that didn't fit, like a shell that came directly from a Taobao female model.

After about four or five rounds, the woman on the screen came to the scene. The aunts all around were shouting and looking at the door. She was still holding the bald and thin man. He was like a landlord who smoked opium in a textbook. Wearing a pink shirt full of puppies, she was seated in the front row.

Next is the introduction of the "tutors" who take turns in the battle, one by one introducing their own advantages, how fashionable and attractive they can be if they can join her team.

"My advantage is that I can open the teacher's wardrobe and make you a teacher's style." The one who said this was the daughter of the middle-aged woman in the dog dress. She has round eyes that bulge out like hers. Also a mentor.

Another instructor was wearing a silk scarf. She was the secretary of the woman in dog clothes, standing on the stage with a smile on her face as a lady of manners.

"When you tie it around your neck, it's soiled, why is that?" she snapped. The secretary was called to her side, and the audience all quieted down and stared. She tied the silk scarf around the secretary's waist, and it took a long time to tie a bow. The people around burst into applause and cheers.

"That's good."

In the back half of the game, the woman in dog clothes sat firmly in the first row like Wu Zetian, watching the middle-aged men and women come up to express themselves.

"It's really beautiful."

She, who invited me, watched all this with fascination, and sometimes told me that she knew the people above. Sometimes I hold my breath, watching all this, and clapping as if I were on stage.

"I'll go first, it's getting late."

"You haven't heard our teacher speak yet."

"We also have food activities here."

"Okay, I'll come to play with you in the park."