Chapter 67 (1/2)

Prostitution? Don't be so ugly, will you! We call this help! Help you understand?

Li Qian in the interrogation room is not as scared as she was at first.

Don't ask me why I did this. If you were born in the countryside, if your parents live frugally every day and carry moso bamboo on the mountain for you to go to college, if your living expenses per semester are only enough to eat three full meals a day and can't even afford a better dress, you know why I do this.

I don't eat well and wear well. I live like a mouse in the three-point and one-line pipes of teaching buildings, canteens and dormitories every day. I don't dare to see people, join societies, and take a look at the colorful world outside. These are nothing. I can bear it. I didn't eat any hardship in the countryside!

You will say that as long as you study hard and find a good job in the future, life will be better. You also say that fate is in your own hands. You can be a man only after you have suffered hardships.

Look! How nice the Conservatory of music is! You can sing and play the piano. You will have the opportunity to be a singer and producer in the future. How many people can't get in if they want to!

But do you know how much it costs to buy a better piano? Do you know how many musical instruments I have to learn a year? How many hours a day?

I can't even afford a guitar!

I also worked as a teaching assistant for art training classes and taught children to play the piano. We learn instrumental music. Unlike their vocal music students, we can go out and sing. We sing in bars and nightclubs for hundreds of times a night. We went there and had to drink! When drinking, those masters don't care whether you can play the piano or the violin. They only care about how much your circumference is, whether you touch it or not, and whether it has been opened.

The first time I * * I took two thousand, just one shot and lay there for less than ten minutes. It hurts a little, but it's over.

Which of you can make two thousand in ten minutes? My father carried thousands of bamboos on the mountain for half a year!

You mean guilt? Yes, of course!

I feel sorry. My parents gave me a beautiful body and I ruined it. So I don't sell it often. Yes, not when you're not short of money.

Later I met Liang Kai. I know he is an asshole. He lost all his gambling by demolishing several houses and a large amount of decoration money. Usurers poured dung and sprayed paint at his door every day, forcing his parents to almost jump from a building.

But he can bring me customers. His clients are much better than those smelly men who get drunk in the nightclub. They won't force you to drink or put cigarette butts in your ass. if there are some wonderful requirements in bed, most of them will give you extra money. For the sake of money, what are those requirements!

My sisters are similar to me. Except Mo language, others are voluntary.

I told you, we are helping, helping! Do you understand? This is totally different from prostitution!

Who are you talking about? Stu?

Li Qian's eyes lit up and her face glowed red, just like meeting the dream lover she hadn't seen for many years.

It's a pity that you haven't seen him.

You have no idea how handsome and talented he is!

His eyes, his eyebrows, his lips, his chest, every muscle in his body is perfect.

He can write poetry, he can recite all the works of Shakespeare and Tagore; He is proficient in many musical instruments, and his piano is comparable to Rubinstein; He can do Sanda and karate. The fools of those societies in our school are vulnerable to him!

Above all, he is an omniscient man. He can always tell a truth about all the magical things in the world; No matter what you are thinking, as long as you stand in front of him, he can know.

After knowing situ, I knew that my life had been living in the gutter and had never seen the real sun.

Money? Ha ha, funny! How could he want my money?

Go to bed? No, No.

If he needs, I am willing to give him everything I have, including my body and soul.

Li Qian's look darkened and fell into a long silence.

The interrogating policeman brought her a piece of paper with a picture of a man on it.

what is it? Stu? Did you draw it? Oh, my God! Please don't insult my situ! Do you think painting a little fresh meat can represent ”handsome”? What a kitsch!