$TRUMP
Returning to my hometown in a shabby local dog from ManCang Mountain, last year's Land Rover has been replaced by a second-hand Hongguang;
The village chief says you’ve come to the wrong village, your parents want you to kneel in the ancestral hall;
The village beauty, Xiao Mei, is standing at the door peering in, once warm like fire, now turned cold as ice;
At the banquet, they tell you to stand and not make a sound, the big fish and meat placed farthest from you;
Eldest brother slams the table and shouts loudly, "Why come back to lose face like this?" The uncles watch coldly, only old Wang next door tries to laugh it off and ease the situation; my cousin secretly snapped a photo with her phone, posting it to her friend circle mocking “the appearance of a spendthrift.” Late at night, back in the dilapidated mud house, looking at my account, I can’t help but shed two lines of hot tears.
#市场回暖新机遇 #
