My relationship with three men.

I don't know if it's fate or the fortune teller's displeasure with me. He actually "figured out" that my life is a "Dov" life, saying that I must experience "more than twenty" husbands in my life, which means I am destined to "cross the river of 24 men" ...

I came to Shenzhen on 1996. After 10 years of ups and downs, my wrinkles and facial features have matured, but my love for Shenzhen has become more and more strange and elusive.

I am not a particularly conservative and unsophisticated woman, and my culture, appearance and economic situation are certainly average. But in Shenzhen 10, I still can't find my home. I lived with three men, but I finally broke up with them in a friendly and painful way. I don't understand. What did I do wrong?

The first man who came into my life was Xiaoping-because he had a short crew cut all the year round, his colleagues and friends called him. We met in September 1996, when I was working in a graphic design company in the news and culture center building of Shennan Middle Road. Companies often receive some printing orders and then forward them to the printing factory.

The company is very small, with only five people, and many chores are done by * * *. After receiving the order, the general business personnel and the boss will transfer it to me, the "standing duty representative", and I will inform the business director of the printing plant to take the order. The person in charge of contacting us in the printing factory is Xiaoping.

I am often the only one left in the office. Xiaoping usually sits for a while when he comes to receive business. I poured him a cup of tea, and he always thanked him foolishly. After many contacts, I have a good impression on him.

At that time, he had a motorcycle and came to pick me up for dinner as soon as he got off work, and then went for a ride. 10 years ago, there was a brand-new motorcycle, which was a bit "well-off". I clung to his back and once hugged him unconsciously from behind. After that, we started living together.

Xiaoping is not bad, but a little stupid. Among several business executives in the printing factory, he does the least business. So the salary is only enough for his basic living expenses.

I don't care about his financial situation. From the beginning, I put all my feelings into it. Women's private words (//Sifang dialect)

I was born in a well-off family and never did housework since I was a child, but for him, I started cooking, making breakfast and doing housework. He came back very late, so I was not in the mood for dinner. No matter how late it is, I will wait until he comes back for dinner.

About half a year later, I switched to a company under Konka Group as a designer, and my salary was twice as high as before. But at this time he lost his job. In fact, unemployment is normal in Shenzhen, and I don't feel embarrassed, but he couldn't find a job for two or three months, but suddenly he was grumpy and inferior. When we are together, as long as there is one bad word, he will slam the door.

The second man who came into my life was a "little boy". He is four years younger than me, but four centimeters taller. We often joke about this episode, saying that the two items add up to "offset" and that they are "best partners".

"Little boy" is still very simple, working as an editor of an internal magazine in a company. In the days of love, I almost taught him how to care for me and take care of me.

At that time, he lived in a small house on the first floor of the Great Wall Building and kept a lovely puppy in a cage at the door. Every day after work, I will run to his dormitory and take the dog to the grass to play with the "little boy". Play until 1 1 or so, and then go back to the dormitory by yourself.

At first, he didn't know how to send me. I told him to take me to the bus station first, and then you can go home; But when he went back, I thought I was older than him and should send him back, so I sent him back and forth. Finally one day, I sent myself to his dormitory.

In the days when I lived with the "little boy", there was no quarrel, and everyone went about their business, sometimes once a day or two, and sometimes we lived together on weekends. I think he is like my brother, and he thinks I am more like his sister. He is always a little polite to me.

More than two years later, in March 2002, he was appreciated by the general manager and was promoted to assistant to the general manager. Their company is a large company with assets exceeding 200 million. That year, he was only 26 years old and I was 30 years old.