Shabi recognized that the short and fat man was Director Huang who met that day. He was very disproportionate to the girl around him. Shabi knew her name, Xie Beihua. That day, Director Huang came to the training class and Director Qian asked her to find someone to accompany her. One of the two girls he was looking for at that time was Xie Beihua.
At dinner that day, Shabby made an excuse not to go, not knowing what was happening at the dinner table, but when Director Huang and Xie Beihua crossed the road so intimately and walked together, she was still a little surprised.
Director Huang is between fifty and sixty and is seriously fat. Shabby has an unshakable feeling. If a man of this age has an artist's signature, he has a hypocritical face that comes out of the same mold.
This is really a strange phenomenon. Ordinary men of this age may give people a kind feeling, but once they arrive at the artist, they will be in chaos, and that honor contains a shameless hypocritical smile.
Shaby once met the famous Shanghai scholar who married an opera actor in person. The local drama actress who was 40 years old was fine and still maintained a pure temperament, while the scholar's husband could not witness it.
He also likes to take photos with the actor's wife, which gives people the feeling that his hypocrisy is even more intense.
There is also a film director who is a painter. At this age, Shabby also feels that there is a hypocrisy on his face that is not commensurate with his age.
So, Shabby always confused the face of the scholar and the painter-director.
From the first sight of Director Huang, she felt that this person had a consistent and hypocritical appearance with the man she had seen and determined.
These three men have a surprising similarity in Shabby's eyes, which is a strange mystery of life.
She and her younger sister also talked about this issue curiously. Her girlfriend also dug out photos of the famous Shanghai scholar when she was young. She didn't look as sinister and cunning as she saw now. Later, when Shabi and Xiao Mu lived in the same room, she also talked about Xiao Mu. After all, Xiao Mu read more books. At that time, he mentioned that Votulan in Balzac's writing is also such a terrifying man's face shape.
Although Shabby seems to understand, he understands it a little bit. There is probably a special kind of man who will be imprinted with a unique hypocritical temperament when he reaches the age of fifty or sixty.
The strong contrast between the fig leaf of art and the true meaning of life has been applied to these artists over time, which has led to the development and expansion of hypocritical genes on his body, thus forming a unique common style unique to artists around the age of sixty.
Director Huang has honest and thick lips and a dark facial color. He should have been coherent into a kind of calmness and voluntary consciousness, but the artist's cleverness always breaks out of his face. Is this the reason why his face is always filled with a self-satisfied and cunning expression?
Shabby stopped and thought so much that her scalp hurt. She couldn't figure out what it meant to be when Director Huang suddenly appeared in the northeast corner of Shanghai and walked with a young student.
In the blink of an eye, Director Huang and Xie Beihua disappeared. Shabi felt that she was asking for trouble. What was the problem that hindered her. She restarted the car and drove carefully through this crowded road.
However, she felt that her heart could no longer calm down.
The figure of a man and a strange girl was like a strong wind blowing the lake in her heart.
She didn't know how to swipe the incongruous scene she just saw, like a grain of sand mingling into her eyes, subjectively wanting to omit their existence, but they stimulated her vision like an uninvited guest.
She felt a little annoyed. The vehicles that did not abide by the rules rushed into front of her, and each one felt arrogant.
Shabi was unhappy and said in his heart: Why should I let you?
The blood in her mind was buzzing. When she saw the vehicle she wanted to insert, she accelerated and squeezed into the gap, preventing others from succeeding.
She thought that such a rampage would cause extraordinary consequences, but strangely, those arrogant vehicles retreated in front of her acceleration.
Shabi felt an unsuccessful pleasure and thought, it turns out that this world still needs to be fought for. If you always give in, give in, and let others think you are easy to bully and you can gain a better position.
The rules of the world are that simple.
After driving onto the viaduct like lightning, Shaby's mood began to suddenly become clear. She traced the phone in front of her, and she slid up with one hand, closed her eyes, and pressed a string of numbers, which was dialed to Mu Yan.
At dinner that day, Shabby made an excuse not to go, not knowing what was happening at the dinner table, but when Director Huang and Xie Beihua crossed the road so intimately and walked together, she was still a little surprised.
Director Huang is between fifty and sixty and is seriously fat. Shabby has an unshakable feeling. If a man of this age has an artist's signature, he has a hypocritical face that comes out of the same mold.
This is really a strange phenomenon. Ordinary men of this age may give people a kind feeling, but once they arrive at the artist, they will be in chaos, and that honor contains a shameless hypocritical smile.
Shaby once met the famous Shanghai scholar who married an opera actor in person. The local drama actress who was 40 years old was fine and still maintained a pure temperament, while the scholar's husband could not witness it.
He also likes to take photos with the actor's wife, which gives people the feeling that his hypocrisy is even more intense.
There is also a film director who is a painter. At this age, Shabby also feels that there is a hypocrisy on his face that is not commensurate with his age.
So, Shabby always confused the face of the scholar and the painter-director.
From the first sight of Director Huang, she felt that this person had a consistent and hypocritical appearance with the man she had seen and determined.
These three men have a surprising similarity in Shabby's eyes, which is a strange mystery of life.
She and her younger sister also talked about this issue curiously. Her girlfriend also dug out photos of the famous Shanghai scholar when she was young. She didn't look as sinister and cunning as she saw now. Later, when Shabi and Xiao Mu lived in the same room, she also talked about Xiao Mu. After all, Xiao Mu read more books. At that time, he mentioned that Votulan in Balzac's writing is also such a terrifying man's face shape.
Although Shabby seems to understand, he understands it a little bit. There is probably a special kind of man who will be imprinted with a unique hypocritical temperament when he reaches the age of fifty or sixty.
The strong contrast between the fig leaf of art and the true meaning of life has been applied to these artists over time, which has led to the development and expansion of hypocritical genes on his body, thus forming a unique common style unique to artists around the age of sixty.
Director Huang has honest and thick lips and a dark facial color. He should have been coherent into a kind of calmness and voluntary consciousness, but the artist's cleverness always breaks out of his face. Is this the reason why his face is always filled with a self-satisfied and cunning expression?
Shabby stopped and thought so much that her scalp hurt. She couldn't figure out what it meant to be when Director Huang suddenly appeared in the northeast corner of Shanghai and walked with a young student.
In the blink of an eye, Director Huang and Xie Beihua disappeared. Shabi felt that she was asking for trouble. What was the problem that hindered her. She restarted the car and drove carefully through this crowded road.
However, she felt that her heart could no longer calm down.
The figure of a man and a strange girl was like a strong wind blowing the lake in her heart.
She didn't know how to swipe the incongruous scene she just saw, like a grain of sand mingling into her eyes, subjectively wanting to omit their existence, but they stimulated her vision like an uninvited guest.
She felt a little annoyed. The vehicles that did not abide by the rules rushed into front of her, and each one felt arrogant.
Shabi was unhappy and said in his heart: Why should I let you?
The blood in her mind was buzzing. When she saw the vehicle she wanted to insert, she accelerated and squeezed into the gap, preventing others from succeeding.
She thought that such a rampage would cause extraordinary consequences, but strangely, those arrogant vehicles retreated in front of her acceleration.
Shabi felt an unsuccessful pleasure and thought, it turns out that this world still needs to be fought for. If you always give in, give in, and let others think you are easy to bully and you can gain a better position.
The rules of the world are that simple.
After driving onto the viaduct like lightning, Shaby's mood began to suddenly become clear. She traced the phone in front of her, and she slid up with one hand, closed her eyes, and pressed a string of numbers, which was dialed to Mu Yan.
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