An eighteen-year-old girl fell in love with a forty-year-old uncle.

That day, my friend's friend brought a girl of 18 years old to my house and came to eat and drink.

I heard that the girl fell in love with a man in his forties. She called him uncle greasy. It must be that the man has more money and can stick to people.

I can't help looking at her differently. She is too thin, not only plain.

It is always too salty and light to eat, and the taste is not as good as that in restaurants.

Go out for a walk with me, but I haven't acted well yet. Taking the food in the shop in front of so many people, I even think people will eat it: Aunt, your face is too fat. Cut off your protruding cheeks, otherwise it will be ugly and you will be ungrateful.

I ate a fast food for nothing at lunch. I'm not afraid of being laughed at. Such an unruly girl, probably the children in kindergarten will not be so stupid.

Because we are friends of friends, even if we all go together, we are embarrassed not to go with her.

I was next to her, walking along the store and touching them. The bones crunched, but I couldn't hear them at the big jewelry fair, so the music covered them up. Strangely, I was eighteen years old, skinny and completely a minor. Her stiff body doesn't know what it's like to take off her clothes. It can be said that it must be as hard as a stone. Any man riding on her will only hurt her ribs, and there will be a feeling of embracing warm and soft meat.

I went back and stood on the street and waited to cross the street. "Follow me, be careful, there is no car at both ends ..." Of course, these regular children all know that she is eighteen.

Suddenly there was a gap, and I was just leaving. I hesitated, as if I felt it necessary to hold her hand. I noticed that I just grabbed her hand and held it too tightly. I didn't expect her hands to be so thin, like a thin bamboo tube lying in my own hands, and my heart was at sixes and sevens. I hurried across the road while sewing and let go of my hand as soon as I got to the sidewalk. The inner struggle at that moment was very shocking. Obviously, this is it.

Think of a 18-year-old boy who is in love. A delicate and charming rose is full, dripping with water, with arms and thighs. How could she be like this?

Half of the face is so thin that it has been eroded, but it is quite white, but it is a pity that it is a bone!

Don't you think she's wearing too much white powder to tell? How can she afford such a good powder cake? Uncle paid for her, didn't he? That's not true. The uncle refused to pay the fine of 10 yuan. He walked halfway and pushed her in front of another man. He turned and left. In order to avoid buying a ticket for 10 yuan, he lied about having something to talk about halfway. On the way back, the girl walked all the way in the sun, complaining that she was exhausted, and never went out to play with this poor party again.

Suddenly I thought of a Wukong question on the headline, "18-year-old girl likes an uncle in her forties. Is it normal?" So I replied: not normal!