Zhou Lingjin used to have no idea what she meant. She was given a replacement, from high school to university, who was nominally funded, lived in the employer ' s home and was required to be as close as possible to the girl who had died in the photograph. Stay black and straight, wear white dresses, don't laugh, don't walk too crazy, be a nice little lady. The men are dead. As long as the day is long, Zhou's soul thinks that Ginger's mercy should be a bit fond of her. Women look so mean, they don't do that every day, and they're so weird that they say, "Stand up straight for a second," and they say, "Come here." The illusion of love comes from nightfall, when women are strangling their hands in pine and balconies, and when their ears sound wet and hot. - It's her nickname, kitty. But until one day, the cat she fed was sick and left, and Ginger's got a cat in a similar shape, and someone told her, it's okay. Unacceptedly accepted, Zhou's mind was foolish for a while but never convinced itself. Her cat is unique, irreplaceable. Like the girl in the picture. She can't be who she is, she can't be who she is, she can't be who she is, she can't be. * Termination of contract? Ginger's not the first time she mentioned it. “Don't you forget who gave you today, who left me, you're just a country girl who can't afford high school. ” "You're leaving, I'm not going to stop you. Try and see who's first to lose." Don't say anything. Kang-yung will go with her and think she'll be back in a few days. * A long time later, waiting, driving to find it, and in front of a milk and tea shop, Kang Ying saw Zhou Lingjin. She had just taken off her cartoons, picked up water from girls of the same age, kneeled on her knees and cooperated with each other to help wipe sweat hands. The kind of glamorous smile that Kang-eun has never seen. A self-rehabilitation, which began at the same time, clearly meant that Zhou did better than she did. The silence, the absence of sadness and the continued spread of pain and suffering are barely breathing. She wants her pussycat. The 10-year-old advance: I hear you've been looking for me everywhere. She knew that the guy had been lying on the list for days and she didn't talk. Ten years ago, they had one. When the crane was a freshman, he was really marketing at a bar near the school, wearing a heavy bee doll suit, high hips, naked limbs long white and long, strangling around the neck and screaming, "Sister, come have a drink." If it's just the phrase, "How stupid is the money of a crane," the crane really wouldn't turn her back. Bees do not remain in a single bush, and even with carefully maintained private gardens, they have to do everything in their power to overturn the wall. * Ten years of break-up, I hear it's all real good. He wanted her to be good, not too good, out of some kind of revenge, but over the past 10 years, he was really new, and he couldn't help buying a yellow car. And on the night of the rain, she heard her ears weeping, and played with the smooth hair of the silk, and the crane said, “You should not need money now. ” She did not understand what she did to her. "I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, you're a bitch, you're a bitch." As she had wished, the crane had humiliated her for 10 years, and several times her eyes had been filled with grief, and the crane had only been mistaken. Who wants to be able to get rid of a man's feet, to be able to learn how to jump from a bridge in a TV show, to dance in a long dress, to be like a piece of paper, to turn around a little bit and disappear in a rolling flood? * Before the decision to leave, it was true to look back on itself for half of its life. Too many people are sorry, but only a single crane can make up for it. A well-prepared grand farewell ceremony, which fell a few seconds later, she thought so badly that the crane would never forget her.