Chapter 3 The General and the Prostitute (Three)

  His most precious her

  If I were gone too

  Who can take care of her?

  Who would go to her grave every day and bring a rose, her favorite flower?

  Who will remember his memorial day and bring a jug of his favorite baijiu?

  But I just love him so much that even she loves him too

  The prostitute welcomes her second customer

  He said follow me

  The prostitute shook her head.

  I am more suitable here

  He asked her before he left

  What's your name?

  See you next time

  She just said

  I'm a prostitute

  She got up and walked towards the balcony

  Turned around and told him don't come again in the future

  From now on you are you

  I am me

  Your business

  I'm done/I quit

  The prostitute is most afraid of having feelings.

  The prostitute's voice was particularly loud and clear

  Made men sleep and eat uneasily

  One day as a prostitute, a lifetime as a prostitute

  She has been smoking across the street

  Few words were exchanged

  Lips painted bright red, long hair covering half of her face

  She puffed out a ring of smoke, a beautiful misty cloud.

  Yan Li Dan knocked off cigarette ash with her fingers.

  Rosy lips opened with a smile

  I am a prostitute, are you coming up?

  Your makeup looks beautiful

  You stand by the window every day looking at who

  What if he comes?

  The prostitute leaned against the windowsill and blew out a ring of smoke.

  She seems to be staring at me

  But she was gazing into the distance

  I couldn't help but ask her

  But I don't know what to ask

  I just hesitated on the spot

  Unaware that one's eyes have already betrayed their curious mind.

  Her eyes were so distant and worn out

  At a glance, you can see what I'm thinking

  The fingers stained with bright red nail polish pinched out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground, stomping it out with one foot.

  I'm a prostitute, what's your doubt?

  I'm somewhat startled

  She carefully chose her words and said with a sympathetic tone

  Sister, you're so beautiful

  She smiled slightly

  As if smiling at the world's sorrow

  Scoffing at others

  She moved her mouth but couldn't say anything at all

  I inexplicably want to cry

  A stifled sob burst from his throat

  She stared at me fixedly

  Maybe she herself didn't even realize her eyes had already turned red

  Whose face had her cheeks flushed for at first

  She shed tears silently

  Obviously expressionless face

  Obviously pretending to be strong

  Obviously has nothing to do with me

  But I read out endless sorrow

  Infecting others nearby

  I also loved someone before

  After a long silence, she finally spoke up