Chapter 1 The General and the Prostitute (Part 1)

  She said

  She doesn't want to do this job anymore.

  She wants to find a quiet place to spend her life

  He smiled and continued doing it.

  Shut up after I'm done with you

  The general lit a cigarette.

  She leaned in close and wanted to take a sip

  Get out of here, you don't deserve to smoke her favorite cigarette

  At night she leaned against his back and whispered

  Can you kiss me?

  He suddenly turned around and grasped her chin

  "My kiss is reserved for her, do you deserve it?"

  For seven years

  She received him as her only guest.

  Every time she got pregnant he would tell her to have an abortion

  He said you're filthy

  She said she liked this kind of person all her life

  She wants to use up all her charm and allure

  Let him in the future

  Any time not with her

  The heart is unable to be at peace

  She doesn't want to be a prostitute anymore.

  Opening a wine shop in a deep alley doesn't require customers

  But all this was ruined when he came looking for her again that night

  She stretched out her hand

  Dance with me

  You will dance, I forgot

  She is proficient in everything

  Otherwise, what can be used to win people's hearts?

  She deliberately hurt her foot.

  Look up at him and say "Take me away"

  He said you can't invite guests anymore

  The prostitute said to the general: Marry me

  He said her smile has been etched in his memory for a lifetime

  She said her smile is something I've been practicing all my life

  The prostitute hid poison between her lips.

  Sharing joy with the general

  Kiss me, kiss me, General Kiss me

  Never kissed in the end

  But how can I be her opponent?

  The general took off his battered and filthy armor, bowed his head to the king and said

  I want to go back to my hometown

  The general died in front of his bed after one night.

  A wanderer has no home

  I saw her eyes turn red

  More and more pointed chin

  Left hand holding a cigarette

  The wind blew her hair up.

  Her soft and quiet voice

  Exhale a smoke ring

  She misses him so much

  I have been to the south

  Met a prostitute

  She wore inferior lipstick and smoked cigarettes

  Eyes fixed on smoke rings

  In the past he was as proud and arrogant as you.

  Old prostitute puffs on cigarette and lights it up

  Lips smeared with inferior lipstick

  blew a smoke ring

  Been silent for a long time