When masu and konglinghui broke up, I was really sad for a while. I hope this is a rumor. Soon they will appear in front of the camera hand in hand and politely refute the rumor. Later, masu confessed that his 11 year love affair with Kong Linghui had ended. In front of the camera, she cried and said, "I have lived alone for a long time..." my heart began to cry. I haven't seen a few of Ma Su's TV dramas, and I don't think she is an actress as beautiful as heaven. I fell in love with her purely because of the Ma family village story I read a few years ago. At that time, she had not become the shrewd and witty little daughter-in-law on the screen. A poor student fell in love with a Grand Slam champion driving a Porsche. Although she had a rising prosperity, her self-esteem was inevitably hurt in the face of each other's sense of superiority. After a heated argument, Ma Su, who left her boyfriend's house angrily with a suitcase, vowed to earn her own house so that she would not wander the streets in the bleak night. She tried her best to accept the play. She could only play small roles. The film pay was not high. She did not dare to participate in the classmate's meeting. She was reluctant to buy a bottle of Lancome. She put every penny she saved into the down payment of an apartment and did not accept any relief from her boyfriend. When she opened her eyes every day, she had a 600 yuan mortgage waiting for her. She had no money to decorate and could only move a piece of furniture home every few months. When she can finally move in, masu has worked hard for the house for six years. She has put up a sign on the gate, which says "Majiazhuang", which is a base area in love that can be attacked and defended. No one will order her to leave again. That was the first time I realized how much glory and dignity a woman can bring to herself by her determination and ability to make money. This stubborn and self respecting girl completely subverted the sentence "there is nothing more justifiable than poverty in her twenties" - for a woman, there is nothing more justifiable than trying to make money in her twenties. A few days ago, I chatted with a friend who was about to get married. She sighed and said that her boyfriend's family had made a down payment for a two bedroom house, and the rest of the loan was paid by the young couple together. However, her husband insisted that only his son's name should be written on the house property certificate. My friend was so angry that he even considered delaying his marriage. "What's the difference between this and paying the landlord's rent every month for renting a house all his life At last, she said word for word: "nothing is better than having money." The traditional education we have received does not require much of girls. Knowing books, being reasonable, being honest, and being industrious and thrifty probably constitute all the virtues of a girl. No one has taught us that after entering the cruel adult world, girls must be self reliant to ensure that there is enough balance in the bank card and cannot be completely dependent on men for money. Once the two people are separated, in addition to a lot of love, there is still a lot of money left, so as not to cause a complete spiritual and material collapse. So when we grew up, we became simple and kind-hearted silly girls. We listened to the words of love. We were willing to stay at home to wash and cook. We didn't dare to let each other work too hard. We held a calculator and asked ourselves if we could save a little more. Until the day we parted, such a good aunt had nowhere to go with her suitcase. Standing in the crowd, she found that the expensive ice cream shop on the street had never bought it for herself since she fell in love. Some people may say that you can find a man who doesn't have to work hard. There is a luxurious house covering several mu. The housework is taken care of by the nanny. There is a driver to pick you up when you go out. There is no overdraft limit on the credit card. Even if you break up, you can get a good compensation. But dear, you should remember that any love related to money will not last long. As long as a man can buy a woman with money, he will not give her too much respect. A woman's hard-earned money accumulated in her bank account is her dignity and freedom in love. The first year I was in New Zealand was the most wandering day in my more than 20 years of life. I have changed five jobs and moved away from my residence eight times. I have been in financial difficulties. I dare not go shopping and do not go to dinner. I fill my stomach with meals every day. The ten yuan kettle in my family is broken and I am not willing to buy a new one, so that I can save every sum of money into the tuition account. When I was working in a bar, an obscene man appeared at the bar. The alcohol made his fat body ready to move. He made an ambiguous request and was willing to help me pay all my tuition fees. The night was bleak and the lights were sad. His big Mercedes stopped at the door. The dazzling sign poked into my heart. At that time, I had only one idea in my heart. I must have money, mom. That picture, which has been remembered so far, can make me jump up to work with hatred. That year, I forced myself to work hard. The school had a two-month holiday. I was the only Chinese student around me who didn't go home. I worked three jobs when I was busiest. I slept only five hours a day. Before dawn in the morning, I have to get up and walk for 40 minutes to work in the supermarket. I wear snow shoes, wear three pairs of socks, and cover my face with a scarf. I walk uphill in the cold and humid winter in Oakland. Only the big "m" of McDonald's is shining in the whole street, which is the rising sun for me in the dark. After work at six o'clock, I went to the Chinese restaurant to clean up the leftover food on the dining table and pick up the children's snot paper. At night, I appeared in the empty office building, carrying a heavy vacuum cleaner, standing in front of the huge French window, staring at the night view of the whole city. Later, even my friends joked with me and said, "every time I feel tired and don't want to go to work, I think about you, and I will be motivated immediately." That year, I found that making money could also become a very happy thing. I watched the figures in the bank account go up bit by bit. Although it was hard, as long as I had a goal in mind, I always had a way to adhere to it. At that time, most of the colleagues who worked together were old enough to talk about marriage, and they liked to discuss the topic of men and money. I remember a girl with some flirtatious looks, with an experienced tone, quietly told us: "men are shameless. You must find a way to get some money from him and leave without regret..." however, have you ever thought about it, When you swipe around with your boyfriend's credit card smartly, will your man say to his brother at the wine table with a smoke ring in another place: "women are shameless. Everyone wants to cheat some money from me..." I never deny the beauty of money, but I don't envy those girls who go to the LV store to get the latest handbag with their boyfriend's arm. I also don't look at the girls who can buy a beetle by flirting with their boyfriend and lament that their fate is unfair, and I don't go all out to show kindness because a man has unlimited money. I love money. I love clean money with a little sense of sureness and hard work. When I date a man, I can grab a bill and say "I'll pay" gracefully. When I'm sad, I can go to the most expensive restaurant to have a big meal without having to haggle over the price on the menu, It can also make me still able to live in a house with two bedrooms and one living room after being lovelorn, and transform the garage into a dream studio... This is the money I earn, and it is also a dignity and freedom I exchange with my efforts. I don't have to bow my head in love, and I won't lose myself because of losing love. A man can be someone else's, but his wallet must be his own. Please remember this sentence.