The Slaughterman of Love

s well, and he can think about arranging for a position of clerk in Sanitation Institute. A salary of 700 yuan per month will be enough to feed

per month. And the company is recruiting clerks right now, and I’ve already got an interview notice, so it’s impossible for me not

h her experience. While she is thinking of this, the bag sewing is almost finished. Patting Jiang on the head, she said, “N

fan was shaking weakly. Even mosquitoes seemed so kind and warm that they gave up biting her. Even though she lay flat, her breasts stood firm like two hillocks. This perhaps had som

uriously to my belly, bu

ents were, nor did she know what their purpose of bringing her to this world was, she still felt joyful. The welfare home was a free kindergarten, and every one of her past friends

ds. He had calluses on the palms, due to giving people massage. A blind man with no fortune nor background usually lives as a fort

pider’s silk across his face. It had been a long time since his girlfriend cleaned the room and there was the smell of a strange man in it. In the body of his girlfriend existed the other men’s semen, so they broke up. He groped for his mobile phone and called Jiang Youyou. The two sat in boredom till dawn. The welfare

shoes in purplish red color, which she had worn for quite a long time, were half peeled off on insteps. Jiang Youyou sniffed and strove to make herself look firm and carefree. She knew if she cried

in as a medium-term drug addict, was looking at her seriously. “Here, don’t cry any more, my townsgirl

nose hard with it, and then she folded i

put it on the luggage rack. When he stood on tiptoe to put the case on, the sleeves

uld be? Jiang Youyou was ove

ling an apple and asking Jiang Youyou questions in authentic Hubei dialect about what Jiang Youyou was going to do this time, whether she would go back for the Spring Festival, if she could get a salary of one thousand yuan a mouth and so on and so forth. Jiang Youyou was not going to respond. She didn’t sle

owned and said, “I’m sick of you chattering on every

ur family will go to open a store in Shenzhen, and then wh

so don’t think about it any

he dirt in his fingernails and quickly shook her head, “Thank you, but I ca

hin stack of banknotes in the “thief-proofing” bag on her briefs were sti

you felt a little lost. This is the life. Most strangers only pass you by, and a few of them may exchange a few words with you before hurriedly disappearing. Only one st

just turned to the first page of hers