Chapter 3: The Desolation of Leftover Women

  Perhaps because I've encountered too many misfortunes in this short life of mine, I chose to silently face life. While my mouth is shut, my brain won't stop working, constantly turning like a machine that will never stop. In this machine, many thoughts emerge, bit by bit processed and fantasized. What I think about the most is having a tall, handsome, and crazy guy who makes girls jealous, always protecting me by my side. When I fall into a ditch, he'll discover me in no time and stretch out his warm and powerful hands to gently pull me up. When birds fly onto my head and poop just as they're about to take off, he'll stretch out his strong arms to wrap around my head, and the white bird droppings will land right next to my feet.

  However, I silently spent my childhood and adolescence in extreme loneliness, no matter how fantastical it was. Now that I'm a female employee of the company, I remain silent and lonely.

  Sometimes in the middle of the night, waking up in a solitary room, gazing at the ketone body with its youthful elasticity radiating white light, one's heart would feel desolate, filled with sighs and longing, like an unknown wildflower blooming deep in the mountains, silently, lonely, releasing its most beautiful prime years.

  I silently watch as the girls around me have found their own protectors, I silently watch as they dress up and go on dates, lonely as they laugh and flirt, sorrowfully watching them kiss and cuddle with the ones they love.

  During this time, I also made efforts and didn't let go of any clues related to fate.

  A few days ago, I heard that a high school male classmate is still single. When we were in school, I once helped him deliver a love letter to my beautiful deskmate Sun Yan. After hearing the news of his singleness, I seemed to have seen the half foot of the matchmaker god, and after making up my mind countless times, I abandoned the girl's reserve and dignity, and took the initiative to give him a call.

  After the phone call was connected, I just knew that he had indeed become a rich second generation as his name suggested, driving a Land Rover on his way to Tibet.

  "Bao Fu, do you still remember when I helped you deliver a love letter to Sun Yan?" I brought up the old topic with ulterior motives, then created an opportunity for myself, "You have to treat me to dinner."

  "No problem, old classmate. At that time, we didn't have many people to hang out with, and someone like Sun Yan was considered a beauty? Ugh, she didn't even bother with me, I really regret writing her love letters. Last week, the agent of an online beauty called me, but I didn't even bother responding. However, old classmate, for our sake, isn't it just a matter of treating you to something? After I get back from Tibet and take another trip to Australia, when I return, I'll definitely treat you well."

  I didn't expect their level to be so high, and they're so overbearing, it's like the height of Mount Everest, can't even see the top. And me? I'm just a basin in Sichuan. My courage suddenly burst like a balloon.

  In the past, I also had a few blind dates. What's strange is that often after meeting the guy for the first time, there was no follow-up.

  Alas, perhaps I will spend this life in solitude.