mature woman's hair clip

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In my vast memory, Jingzhu and I had never been so close. It seems children really can enhance a couple's relationship. I advise couples who are having disagreements to have a child, provided neither of them has committed any fundamental errors.
Yang Ge is also growing up day by day, becoming more and more like sisters with Zichun. I really don't know how these half-sisters will meet in the future, or how they will get along after they do. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
During a housework session, I found a butterfly-patterned hair clip. It had been rubbed countless times, and most of the white coating had been worn away, revealing a bronze-like luster. A long-forgotten memory vividly reappeared before my eyes.
At that time, I was studying at the University of International Business and Economics. Because I enjoyed watching movies and TV shows, I worked part-time on a film set during my holidays, not for the money, but just because I thought it would be fun. But this seemingly unintentional act marked the beginning of my bittersweet life.
It was a martial arts drama adapted from a Jin Yong novel, but it didn't have much impact on me later, yet it influenced my entire life. In the makeshift dressing room of the film crew, I met the woman who would influence my life for the first time—Ruan Jingzhu. To use a popular phrase these days—I was stunned, speechless, and completely bewildered.
She seemed to be playing the male lead's mother, and the male lead was even older than me. I secretly vowed then and there: if I could never marry this woman, what would be the point of living?
I was a sophomore in college at the time, while Jingzhu was already a young woman in her late twenties. I tried every opportunity to get close to her, but the film crew soon moved to another city. The day before I left the crew, I went into Jingzhu's dressing room and stole her butterfly-shaped hair clip—I don't know if it was a prop or something she used herself. Thinking about how Jingzhu is now a mother and we've been through so many joys and sorrows together, I feel that God has been kind to me.
This extremely ordinary plastic hair clip is so important to me; you could even say it represents all my past dreams and expectations. I carefully put it away, along with a few strands of Jingzhu's beautiful hair. I didn't want to tell Jingzhu about this. First, I was afraid she would laugh at me, and second, I wanted to wait for a meaningful moment, or when I had angered her, or perhaps to surprise her.
A few days after I was appointed to my new position, Leng Ling and I went to Hong Kong. As soon as we checked into the Peninsula Regent Hotel, Leng Ling couldn't wait to make love to me. I really wasn't interested in her, so I said to her, "Minister Leng, take a rest. You must be tired."
"Director Yang... no, I should call you Director Yang now. You're riding high, with a beautiful wife, a beloved daughter, and an official position. I really should congratulate you. But don't forget that all of this was given to you by me. Think about how brave you were in bed when you first came to Beijing. I know you're annoyed with me, but it's okay. You rest, I won't bother you anymore."
"No, Sister Leng... I'm really afraid of tiring you out. If you get tired, who will support me in the future? I still have my eye on Old Zhao's position at CCTV." I didn't dare offend her yet, so I went up and hugged her and kissed her a few times.
"I'm afraid you're eyeing Ping, Li, and Ying from CCTV, aren't you? If you really got into CCTV, who knows how many more girls would fall victim to your advances." Leng Ling was also bursting with pent-up desire, taking the initiative and pinning me down, freely groping me.
"You really don't know? They've already weathered many storms, how could they compare to me?" I let her caress me, pretending to enjoy it. Finally, I couldn't resist her teasing anymore, and in a few strokes, I had this old woman completely naked, imagining her as Jingzhu or Sijin, and began to practice on her. This lady actually screamed in broad daylight, startling me so much that I quickly covered her mouth with a pillow, almost suffocating her.
During our few days in Hong Kong, our delegation visited the Department of Education and Culture, the Hong Kong Academy for Performing Arts and its president Shu Qi (note: not actress Shu Qi), film critic and famous filmmaker Li Zhuotao, and the chairman of the Golden Neck Awards, Wen Jun, mainly to discuss how the two places could better cooperate in the future.
Old Han was also with the group, and he was incredibly polite to me the whole way, calling me "Director Yang" repeatedly. He even insisted on reserving a role for Jingzhu in Old Wu's new drama, replacing Lin Meiren. I didn't want that Shuai Liang kid to take advantage of Jingzhu, so I politely declined.
I wasn't satisfied with the project's inception, but I couldn't say anything then. Now, I'd immediately reject it. Especially Director Old Wu, who lost everything on his last Hollywood film. Why not just play around with violent aesthetics and show off a bit? Why go for the big scenes? Even Michael Bay has had his share of failures. He almost drove MGM crazy, and now he's trying to fool people in mainland China. I never had high hopes for this film; it's a waste of hundreds of millions of dollars. They should have supported more young directors. If I had to choose a director now, I'd rather choose Sun Zhou.
Leng Ling and I stayed in Hong Kong for a week before returning to Beijing. During that time, I suffered quite a bit at her hands; the blood and tears involved are indescribable. It's best not to mess with menopausal women, or you won't even know how you died. I missed Jingzhu's gentleness and tranquility even more.
A day apart felt like three autumns. As soon as I got off the plane, I took a taxi straight to my home in Fuli City, hoping all the way that there wouldn't be any traffic jams. But we still got stuck in traffic for a while at the Zhaolong Hotel. I've never hated Beijing's traffic as much as I did today.
As soon as I entered, I saw Jingzhu standing behind the door looking at me with a faint smile. I hugged her tightly and murmured, "Jingzhu, I missed you so much, I really missed you so much." I almost felt like crying. This ordinary woman had given me so many extraordinary stories. I was like a lamb that couldn't be separated from its mother, inseparable from her for even a moment. This is fate; you can't deny it.
"What are you doing? You're a father now, why are you still acting like a child? Look, even Xiaowen (the nanny and babysitter) is laughing at you, my little Director Yang."

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