Faygath Fyaharh
Bio
I can love you to death, can not love you to shame.
Stories (48/0)
"Leftover women" stockholders choose their spouses
Only people who know Duo know that this is not a lucky break, but God's reward for Duo's excellent investment vision. The stock selection of Duo is very stable, and her vision is very poisonous. People buy low stocks, she chose high-performance stocks; performance stocks bullish, she bought ST stocks, never follow the wind, a school of thought. The magic is that the ups and downs of the stock market Duo rarely misses, buy what up what. The company is also unambiguous to the outside world and is not shy about recommending stocks to outsiders when they see them going up. She even opened a stock selection blog, often sending some insights in the above, now and then also recommending some individual stocks. I didn't expect the stockholders to spread the word, ten to one hundred, more than a big hit, the stockholders gave her a big name, the heroine.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
The sparrow refused to become a phoenix
But such life came to an abrupt end after Jiang Xiaoyan met Xiao. Xiao said, how can you go to the online store to buy things, to buy vision are low, our family, even a pair of leather slippers, or a drying rack, but also to go to the Golden Eagle or Deji? Xiao took her to the empty top counter and began the "sparrow into a phoenix" journey. The salesgirl followed Xiao, calculating that he was carrying more than 100,000 credit cards, and the service was incomparably thorough and considerate. Xiao also lived up to the attentiveness of others, anything, as long as Jiang Xiaoyan tried a good, or he thought it was good, he said: "Package! Invoice!"
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Because of love, so heartache
I fell in love with her on the subway to the terminal building. Because he had to finish his master's thesis, he often took the subway to the terminal during those two months to collect the required information as instructed by his supervisor. Naturally, he bumped into many beautiful flight attendants commuting to and from work. He said that it was eye-catching to travel with so many beautiful women. She, on the other hand, shook his heart.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
66 years of hiding a love
He was an old black man, she was an old white woman. He and she, sitting by a flower bed. The bright sunlight of late spring in Australia stretched the shadows of the small two-story building of the old people's home in Sydney's Blacktown (a black ghetto) behind them. Ten paces away from them, I could see that he was talking about something, his mouth kept moving, and the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth, were crowded with smiles.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Turning around is also a kind of deep love
Four years later. She was about to graduate and brought the boy back home to the county to meet her parents. Who knows, when the parents asked about the boy's situation, their faces immediately turned grim. The father sneered and asked, "You're just a dim sum maker, my daughter is a college student, can you give her happiness?" Finally, the girl cried and sent the boy back to the hotel. When she returned home, she made it clear that she was not willing to give up the relationship and even went on a hunger strike to resist. When her parents locked the door to her room, she climbed through the window to her aunt's house next door, stole out, and went to the small hotel to look for him.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
We agreed to love each other for the rest of our lives
Like all young lovers, they hit meals together and go to the park together, both spending little money. Most of the time, she and he have to soak in the library. Write little notes. Although people are poor, the light in the world of love is the same, he and she, and that kind of love with a bang.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
I am a fish and you are the only water I have
One day in March 2005, I embarked on a southbound train from Harbin to Qingdao, heading for the dream of "facing the sea and blossoming in spring". There was no better reason than love for a college student who graduated in broadcasting and was a reporter in the local TV station, and whose parents were senior intellectuals, to go to a foreign country alone.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
People should be cultured
People should be cultured! But what if the profession is not demanding the presence of congeniality? If a person does not have the opportunity to be educated, the social environment does not have that kind of condition, and can still ask him to talk about the luxury of congeniality. What if the people around him do not allow him to become a cultured person? Wouldn't it be counterproductive if he became a "white crow" among his colleagues, friends, and relatives, thus preventing him from getting close to others?
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Do not compete for the first, only be the only
She started her career at the age of 18 and is now 38 years old, Taiwanese singer Yi Nengjing, her career and life are equally organized, marriage did not make her lose herself, her face is still beautiful after having children, and she started as an idol singer at that time and has now happily published 21 albums, acting in TV, making movies, hosting, writing books, she has always been seriously digging her potential and has never given up.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Our Bones
We all have bones, and because we have bones, we are alive and well in this world. When I say we, I mean a big "we", and the big "we" of course does not just mean people who are related to me, nor does it just mean people who are related to me or not. By we, I mean "all" that exist in this world, human beings, animals, plants, and many more that we cannot easily see. All of these existences exist in their way and show their gestures. This is what I call "we".
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Sunset on the hillock
I was on my way from Chengdu to Meishan when I discovered that the sky was burning. The twilight of spring in the Chengdu plain is an arena of life. The green of the dam is trying to shield people's eyes, but in the end, it can't resist the dusk called by the sunset. What made me discover this situation was the raised hillock on the western horizon. The hillock in the sunset, immersed in a warm solution, seemed far away from me, but also seemed very close. This is very much like the light that V. Korolenko found back then, unattainable. Everything in front of me is just a kind of psychedelic vision in the dusk.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction