When my classmates went to watch a beauty contest of a university girl, he was not satisfied after coming back. Instead, he talked to me about the details of the competition.

When I was a child, I also had dark memories of clothes. I remember to shrink every time I touched them.

My puberty clothes were left to me by children from relatives and friends.

Once I went to my relatives' house, and my relatives were going to give me her daughter's old clothes. I tried it on but I couldn't get rid of it. My clothes were wrapped around my back.

So I struggled half naked and struggled. I saw from the neckline that the original owner of the dress copied my hands and looked at me with a faint smile.

That embarrassment is something I can never forget.

I feel better than my classmates choking up the details of the crash shirt that I have told me.

At least my chill is in adolescence. Although my clothes are too big or too tight, fortunately, I am not pretty, and the clothes are ugly.

But their embarrassment is at the youth of the bone and meat Pavilion.

Youth, in the tone of the old poet in 50s, "that is the age to bloom!"

Walking in the school, I often follow the girls in a nasty way and watch their dress.

One can see that the legendary "Taobao explosion", less than one hundred yuan, sales of 10000.

The most unbearable sight is winter. In order to please her boyfriend, the girl still pursues her body in cold weather. She wears short skirts, black socks, thin bottom fringed boots, and skirts and socks are all hairy balls.

I know that when they are a little older, of course, they have money and leisure, I know that one day they will have money to spend their time on idle clothes, discuss a bag with the whole afternoon tea, and they will buy big cards, and they will know that they are ugly.

But then they were old.

At the best age, their beauty is very cheap and cold.

A few years ago, I was like a pious Marx believer in criticizing money worship.

At that time, I read the Autobiography of Ai Iijima, the reason why she wrote herself, because she saw her friend very jealous after wearing a "silver fox coat made of eight foxes" and "got it anyway".

At that time, the small bourgeoisie was very unbelievable.

Now, I still hate articles full of love and description, but gradually understand Ai Iijima.

Also understood.

Fortunately, I was able to feed myself, and I had some spare cash left, so I crazily dressed many clothes in the closet.

Finishing wardrobe is my only physical exercise.

I took them out one by one, and sorted out those yarn spinning and weaving, and I felt they were all flesh and blood.

As I folded it carefully and put it in the cupboard, I muttered to myself, "I don't want to wear good clothes at my best age."

Even in a very uncertain way, I thought, "if I fall in love one day, I don't want to wear no good clothes."

After finishing it, looking at the tonal color of my eyes, my wardrobe is like a small ancient civilization.

I also put on iron gray cotton padded jacket and sports pants, and I was lucky enough to go out happily with a score of 12 million.