Ms Tang

Ms. Tang, a Shanghai woman with twelve-pack abs, has just stepped into her 37th threshold. She has waist-length black hair, a square face and drooping corners of her mouth. The right arm muscle can compete with Mrs. Obama, holding up half the sky of the agency. In fact, she didn't really want to be the left and right hand of this machine, because this shelf has long been embroidered and yellowed by the tide of the times. She has two children, five and ten, with the tall Caucasian nose of her man and the face of her own Fang Ping.

They met at an event dinner party, Party A and Party B. Tang has been Party B in Shanghai for many years, serving customers and swallowing his voice, but he has to be worn and worn out by domestic customers again and again. In fact, she is not suitable for dealing with Chinese people. Today this woman has a relationship with the boss, and tomorrow the old man will eat her tofu and deduct her wages. She likes to work with Americans, and at least there are not so many yin and yin things, like Huangmei Tianhou's yinjing hole in Shanghai, which is constantly flooded with swill.

The American man ten years older than her had silver hair, had been married in Boston before, and had a son in a private high school.

Four years after Tang married him, he was graduating from high school. In order to protect his stepmother's morality, he also flew a 14-hour flight overnight to attend the graduation ceremony in snowy Boston. Chinese and Western stepmothers are not easy to do.

After the epidemic, the company has not been able to live for more than half a year. Seeing that the machine is separated, a giant colorful bag hits the head, but there is a sharp blade next to the opened color bar. Should she smoke or not?

Where will she have a choice.

The two children, Bao Yugang, demanded the tuition fees, and the mortgage of the house on Anfu Road. The mother also had gray temples. She would stand alone on the balcony at night and throw cookie crumbs down, saying that there was a dog down there. to eat. After accepting an American-style marriage, don't think about asking men for money, AA for every meal, and say "baby, zhifubao pay" even for a roast duck!

Everyone reached out and asked her for money. Who did she ask for it? Hollow yourself out.

The government gave this conference of scientists a meaning other than money. She seemed to accept it. It was too naïve. The word "young" was no longer an excuse. . Nobel Laureate in Physics, Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University, President of Peking University, MacArthur Award Winner... A man with gray hair, the round glasses frame is about to slide down the bridge of his curved nose, a man with a stiff neck but bushy eyebrows, curly blond hair British women... these big men, the hands of the top of the power are hitting her like a thousand dominoes. For a moment, she seemed to be empowered by her work, as if she had also contributed to a small step forward for mankind. How wonderful! How awesome!

All these illusions were shattered after she had been working for two days. The company was founded just to hold an annual meeting of scientists to get money from the government. Each scientist speaks for 5 minutes. What can they talk about?

She stayed up late, didn't sleep, and stayed in the high-rise buildings in Caohejing every day and every night.

The child has not seen her for two weeks. She thinks she fails to fulfill the responsibility of a mother.