山东青岛老登给我爬

"Late-night Art and Skill Memoirs - Working Hard to Support the Family"
I will study trading techniques and really make money. I will say goodbye to my past self, shake hands with my present self, and have fearless expectations and faith in my future self, because the meaning of my hard work is the meaning of my life, to make myself, the people who love me, and the people I love live a good life.
Whenever I feel confused about the stagnation of life, I will read my past diaries and feel them, because it can help me find the obsession, passion and motivation of the past, and it will not make me lose my original intention. Don't think that I am so proud now, because I have long passed the days of being spurned by many people and unable to sleep at night, because most people look down on me, just like someone commented on me and scolded me for making machines or something. If it were three years ago, it would really hurt me, because at that time I was full of positive hope for myself. Three years later, I have been polished to look down on this. This is the warning line in my heart. People can deceive themselves but not time. Time is the best teacher. Now I am immune to all poisons and I can play with myself without feeling heartache. I chose a job that many people despised for me in exchange for the life I want, so any backlash in the later period must be accepted in full. Now, I have survived the hard days, and everything is getting better and better. I also want to work hard to learn to trade coins and make money. I don’t want to live a marginal life. I don’t want to do a job that others look down on.
Alas, I said fate...

"Late-night Reflection: Missing the Opportunity of Wealth"
This is a very real thing. I had close contact with this in 2021, or I almost had contact with it. He really wanted to help me and take me out to play. I can recall it and confirm that he had no ill intentions. If I had not been so angry at the time and scolded him for killing pigs, I would have checked what he said on Baidu. I did not block him. I... Alas. Maybe, now I am really a rich woman, and I will not go into the sea of ​​debt and cannot turn back. I think about it at night and I can't sleep in a trance. Things are not people, too many regrets...
I have a big Zhihu account. In 2021, my boyfriend was defrauded and posted a message to expose it. A senior medical student added me. I was a sophomore that year. He told me that he didn’t know what cryptocurrency was. I said it was a scam. I scolded him, and then I wanted to save him. I thought he was scammed. I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t understand what he posted. I didn’t know what BTC was at all. I thought at the time that he was either going to scam me or he was scammed by someone else. I never tried to understand what he said. I didn’t really come into contact with it until 2024. Now I think he should not be a liar and he wanted to help me. It was me who didn’t understand what it was, so I scolded him and blocked him. If I hadn't been so impulsive at the time, if I had been more curious, I would have had some money two years ago. But life is like this. I tossed and turned in bed today and couldn't sleep because I came in and lost money. It has been bothering me. Suddenly I remembered this incident two years ago. I may have had close contact with some very magical things, people or things, but in the end they all passed by in a hurry. Everything is fate, and no one can control it. Maybe, this is fate. There is nothing to regret. When regret has become the norm in life, there is nothing I particularly want to keep. I may be intoxicated with the extravagance and unwilling to sober myself up. I can't look back and face my past self. I just want to walk around casually. Anyway, I rarely walk the path that most people take. I will create miracles randomly. It's just that I can't help feeling sad when I think of the past. Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are just puddles. Once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other clouds are just mists.

Look at what I’m saying—don’t treat other people like fools. The IP you have, I could tell at a glance that you’re that old geezer from Qingdao. When I found out, you were actually being pretty straightforward about it—you admitted who you are. I just don’t get it: you and I never had any feelings for each other. So what kind of grudge-and-romance melodrama are you trying to stage here, like hatred and love and tangled misunderstandings? What are you so angry about in your heart? You’re at an age where even old men like you, who lie down in foot-massage places, won’t have young women daring to come near. You used a box of chocolates to coax me for a whole month. Am I not being “easy to fool,” and you’re getting pissed because I didn’t fall for your tricks?

And you still think I shouldn’t resent you. You only gave me a single box of chocolate to eat—sure, I did eat it, but you’re acting. You yourself said your IQ is in the top one percent, you’re financially free on your own—so when you try to woo young girls, you think a box of chocolates is enough to fool people into believing in your sincerity? Do you think you belong to that top one percent, so you don’t take other people’s brains seriously as brains?
You can coax someone with that kind of thing, sure—but the fact that I’m not easy to manipulate isn’t a reason for you to lose your temper.

Also, you didn’t spend a single cent on the person—you just transferred money and told them to buy specific things. The chocolate, the person didn’t really want to eat, but you insisted on buying it. And then you made them go buy Kinder Joy?（健达奇趣蛋） I was stunned: is it that your kid actually likes it? Are you having a mental episode? I did take the money, but I didn’t have it in me to eat the Kinder Joy. We don’t eat that stuff—that’s for kids. I saved the money to subsidize household expenses. You got overly controlling, and I started avoiding you. You were angry, so you told me to give back all the food you bought for me. I thought, fine—if I ate the box of chocolates, I’ll give you the box. The chocolates you forced me to buy, and the Kinder Joy money—well, I already paid it to you. So tell me: you just ate one box of chocolates that belonged to me, and you got so angry you couldn’t help yourself?

I also have chocolate sauce at home, and I also have that box. You kept pestering me—why don’t you let me take some chocolate sauce and make you some chocolates to mail to you, for your kid to eat? Why do you keep harassing me? Even someone so shameless went and sent private messages to my friends one by one on my other social platforms. They told my friends that recently there’s been someone constantly talking bad about me. He said he saw it from another friend’s private message thread. You’re doing this—do you want me to make a PPT out of the records, copy it to a USB drive, and find a way to mail it to your house, so your wife can handle this?

Go check it yourself—after all these years, what moral news have people from Shandong really been involved in? So what, I just record my life on my own social account, and suddenly someone from Shandong comes along and harms me. They even sent my friend private messages to slander me. And it’s a man. You know, if it were a woman—if she was upset that I was fishing and wanted to use a man as a long-term meal ticket—I could understand it. The righteous light is there; the problem is that it’s a man.

The men I’ve come across from Shandong are all real men. They don’t really bicker with women. Even if they don’t like a certain woman, they don’t make a big fuss. I’ve been playing well with friends from Shandong my whole life, and all of a sudden, over the past few days, I’ve run into one Shandong person who hates me. Isn’t that just you, Uncle Pighead Meat?

Hurry up and buy some Shanxi specialties to calm your nerves—buy some aged black vinegar, and get Pingyao beef to wash away your sins. Don’t give Shandong people a bad name.

If you want to provide evidence that it wasn’t you, then tell me—why were the IP address involved in the rumor about me traced to someone in Shandong this time? Let me tell you something: I get along really well with people from Shandong. Shandong people are warm and hospitable. I sent them specialty products from Shanxi, and they sent me fried pots pancakes, purple millet cakes, and Dezhou braised chicken from Shandong. When I went to university, the boys and girls from Shandong had strong learning abilities, and their majors were all quite good. In our class, they were always ranked in the top five. I don’t have any enemies in Shandong—you’re the only one.

After my friend managed to find out from the person who was spreading bad things about me and got that person’s account details, he sent me the account. The first thing I did was to match it to the IP address—I immediately, without hesitation, thought of you, because the only people I have enemies with are from Heilongjiang and Hunan—those two places. No one else tries to harm me, because I also never think about harming other people.

Even if sometimes other people say sarcastic things or joke around with me, I know they don’t have bad intentions—you understand, right? Among people from Shandong, there are very few bad people. Even those kinds of things—there are very few, too. So don’t let just one person drag the whole of Shandong down, and don’t say things like “someone just can’t stand you.” There isn’t a single person from Shandong that I don’t know. Would they really go around sending private messages to my friends to smear me and spread rumors? You don’t need to give yourself excuses. The character of the people from Shandong—everyone I’ve met is truly decent, except you.

Shandong Qingdao pork head meat—I’ll tell you this: if you want nobody to know, then unless you’ve done nothing wrong. Don’t pretend to be a gentleman. I’ve already said what a hypocrite is really like. I can see through you—you’re not even fit to be considered a petty person. A petty person is at least openly and blatantly bad. You’re just a scheming kind of bad, and you even like to act like you’re so upright. Honestly, really.

There is a Confucian temple in Shandong. You don’t deserve to be in a place like this. You’re completely rotten. My final advice to you: I have our chat records. I saved everything. The things you did—sending private messages to badmouth me everywhere—that I can choose not to hold against you. I have my own life. But if you do it a second time, just see whether I’ll post all the records from start to finish on my social account. Try me.

I’ll post it elsewhere too—double coverage. Think it through and don’t let people you know recognize you. During the time our marriage was still intact, you cheated. Even when you were traveling in Henan, you invited me to go accompany you—I have all of that. You’ve been pretending to be a good husband for so many years. It must be exhausting. You can keep pretending, because you’re someone else’s old guy. I see you and I’m annoyed. Don’t jump around in front of me anymore. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other. If you still have no shame, and you get caught again, be ready for the full record to be exposed.

Don’t say anything about a girl trying to seduce you. In the chat records, how much evidence is there to prove you wrong at your age—when you were playing seriously with someone else? Seriously. In that moment, I almost thought you were going to abandon your wife and children. Of course, you can try to find ways to travel all over the country, constantly changing your IP to confuse the evidence. But if you have the ability, then travel for the rest of your life. As long as you don’t go running around everywhere, and you stop—your IP will return to your little nest in Shandong.

Remember that, pork head meat.

Some guy from Qingdao, Shandong—old bastard. You really don’t want your face? I already forgot about you, but you keep trying to harm other people. Do you really think other people’s brains are as forgetful as your pig-brain that’s over forty? Aren’t you from Qingdao, Shandong? You fabricated that my IP is in Shandong. Big brother, you’re already in your sixties, in your forties or fifties—within a month you bought me 500 yuan worth of snacks. And you wanted 200 of it back. After we’ve settled all kinds of disputes, I said from then on we’d both let each other go—since you said that after you worked for me, you wouldn’t bother me, harass me, or harm me. Since that day, have I ever mentioned you?

But these days, you know what I found out from a friend? You’re using a second account to follow my social media, and you’re DMing my friends everywhere, saying bad things about me, trying to slander me, and getting everyone to see what kind of “big deal” a guy in his forties or fifties—claiming to have a net worth of tens of millions—should supposedly have. I had my friend get the details, so I know exactly what you were trying to do when you attacked me—you know it yourself. Guess why I could tell it was you right away?

Because besides setting you up as an enemy, I’ve never had anyone else DM my friends everywhere saying bad things about me. For most people, they wouldn’t spend time being so vicious just to hurt someone—but you definitely can. Because at 25 years old, it was the first time I ever met someone who fed me snacks, made me keep you company, didn’t spend any money on me, and forced me to buy snacks—even when I didn’t like the snacks—pushed me to buy them anyway, and then made me return the snacks.

I rarely have economic disputes with people, okay? That 500 yuan you spent on me—I could’ve given you nothing at all. Why did I give it to you? I always believed my life and freedom would never be tied down by this little money, and you shouldn’t think you can use 500 yuan to buy yourself off and put on airs. So after we calculated every single transaction carefully, I refunded you 200. You even wanted more—you even said that in a month I’m worth only a little more than 100. And then you said your wife and kids are even cheaper. After all these years following you, I guess you’re so stingy that if you drop a penny on the street, people would run away from it. I’m telling you: if you’re a person, I won’t drag your whole family into my insults. I know you’re old—your younger thing doesn’t work anymore. You didn’t treat yourself like a man. You’re more petty than a woman. I really doubt you practiced the manual from the Sunflower Manual, because you’re already not a man anymore.

Forget it—I'll find a man instead. Only when I find a man who truly dotes on me and loves me will it be truly worthwhile. Everything else is just empty. From now on, stop jumping around blindly and trading cryptocurrencies—you're just losing money. Go find yourself a partner in the crypto world.

They say the crypto “gray-hatted” guys are all very generous. I’ve decided to date one. Is anyone interested in me?

These insights I write only for myself. As milestones in trading, I’m technically not good, and I don’t plan to generate any attention on Binance or chase that kind of thing. I also don’t have the ability to “exploit” others—I’m just a newbie, and in this circle, I’m at the very bottom of the food chain. At most, sometimes I fantasize about being noticed by a big-shot in the crypto world.

If many years from now, or maybe just a few, I finally manage to rise up, I hope these memories will stay with me. I want them to tell me that no road in life is walked in vain—every step counts. I hope that through countless bouts of pain and failure, I’ll summarize lessons and experiences again and again, and countless times push myself to become a better person.

In the time ahead, besides waiting for market direction, I’m planning to give short-term trading strategies a try. If my experiments succeed, there’s a good chance I’ll be able to break even and hope everything will be fine. Keep going—cheer up!

Thinking back, when I joined in 24, I didn’t even understand leverage at all. The contracts were all taught to me step by step through screen recordings by other people. It was just like that elderly woman—I couldn’t even figure out where to open it, and I didn’t dare to click around randomly. I was just scared and not very sharp. I was afraid that if I clicked wrongly, the money would disappear on me. After they taught me, I followed them for a few days and made 1,000 dollars. That 1,000 dollars was 7,000 RMB—money I earned in just over a week. I just followed along while they tapped the account. When it was time to close the position, the other person would call me, and once I clicked to close, the money would come in. Was it really that easy? Just move your fingers casually and you get money. From then on, I was hooked.

After that, I never stopped trading contracts. If they didn’t take me along, I wouldn’t be willing to lose such an opportunity to make money. I almost everywhere tried to find someone to guide me, calling them “bro” and “dad,” constantly. I couldn’t play on my own, but I never wanted to miss the time to make money. If I delayed by a day, I’d earn less money. I’m obsessed with money—how could I tolerate this? Every day I was frantically searching for masters, but my luck only lasted for just over a week. Throughout all of 24, I lost 170,000.

It was all because I kept looking for masters and I still couldn’t play on my own—I relied entirely on other people’s guidance.

I went to learn on my own in the late part of 24. At the time, I was constantly getting liquidated due to how bad my luck was. Then I started studying myself. 25–26 was the period where I taught myself and tried to figure out my own strategies. I lost money during this time too, but I had no choice. In my end-of-year summary for 25, I encouraged myself: I’d already learned how to open positions on my own, how to build my own sense of the market, and how to learn adding to positions and hedging with a Martingale strategy.

In 26, the BTC short positions I had played against from 24 finally broke even. But in June, I didn’t hedge with the hedge trades—I couldn’t hold on and I lost 40,000 dollars. Then I continued to open new positions again. And these days, I ended up double-losing again. I often think about why my path is so slow. Others can learn within a month when they come in, but I took two years. I was even still exploring. Maybe I needed to spend even longer learning, to turn things around and become profitable.

I don’t know whether choosing to play this from the beginning was wrong. But I like making bets on things I can’t get. Like, if I were willing to stay unmarried and childless for life and play this, I’d be fine—except playing it often means having no money in hand. If I had children and a family, I wouldn’t be able to play anymore. Then I’d just choose not to have them—I want to play this. Maybe in the end, I’ll be able to come to terms with it and won’t regret it.

The losses at this point are already quite a lot. Even just single-coin Ethereum is down by four thousand. Even though I’m still holding on, the big BTC is also showing an unrealized loss of two thousand. This isn’t loss in just one account—I'm running multiple accounts at the same time. Using my own, my mom’s, and my sister’s ID cards to open them. And to have more positions, I even opened a copy-trading account so I could get more capacity to open trades, and that’s how I get the entry points to be so accurate.

I’ll see for now. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll cut two accounts—holding the other two for now. As for the rest, I’ll do short-term hedging. For now, that’s all I can do. Some losses still have to be recognized. In terms of the time horizon strategy, all my quantitative trading approach has turned out to be a complete waste—the profits I managed to earn have been spit out with interest. But honestly, my technical skills are really terrible. In my account, the copy-trading one only made about one thousand in a year. Now the profit is down to just one hundred dollars. If it goes up a bit more, it’ll turn into losses. And that was the profit I had from my 2025 full-year operations.

I can only wait and see how this plays out. If it keeps breaking upward, I’ll keep waiting for a moment of sharp drop, then choose to exit while taking some losses. For this account, I won’t open copy-trades again later. I plan to wait until the losses aren’t too much, then exit. I’ll see whether, after not opening trades for half a year, they can return any rebates. Otherwise, if there’s no rebate, I probably won’t be willing to keep operating.

I don’t know what the end of trading crypto is. There is definitely sadness. My skills are poor to begin with. Every time I flat out and cut small losses—saving a few tens, a few more—then it all gets wiped out immediately. I need to spend this time thinking about what this final outcome has actually brought me, and I must completely switch my trading strategy. I was doing extremely long-term trading, but I need to go in every day to open larger trades for short-term moves, and keep the account in cash when there’s no trade. When the market moves, then I open positions. I also need to think again about stop-loss rules. If you’re not very smart as an individual, the path you take can end up taking far more time than it does for others.

These three accounts are all mine. Next, there’s still a long road ahead. I’ll act as a knight myself, and put myself into it—I’ll have even more motivation to earn money. I want to have a romance with myself. Three years? These three accounts, I’ll earn you a million-dollar fortune. Please believe me—I’ll do it for you.

This is the last post related to you. I just cleared all the notes I posted a few days ago, and I’m posting something new: be happy every day.

I will forget you and start my life again. I’m 25. In the past, I’ve always worked hard to make money because, when you’re young, the first thing you have to get rid of is poverty. I come from the lower end of society. When I was young, I couldn’t choose whom to love—because even if I got married, I would only end up marrying someone from a similar background, and then having a child who would be as poor as we were. That would mean my child would inherit my life again as a “poor person.” I haven’t even begun the relationship and marriage that belong to me.

I’ve had someone calculate it for me. After 28, or even a bit later, it will be more suitable to have a destined, fated love. Before that, I will focus on making money.

I don’t want someone like you to influence my worldview about marriage and love. Because when I think of you, suddenly I feel that if I end up marrying someone like that, it would be really unlucky. I don’t want any one person to make me, in a real sense, feel disgust toward love, toward men. Time moves forward. People change too. In the future, I’ll meet more people. Even if I don’t meet someone who truly loves me well right now, it doesn’t mean I won’t have it in the future. Besides, I only make long-term investments in matters of the heart.

All the money I’m earning now is for my future marriage, family, and children.

I have good conditions, so the people I can meet will be higher quality. And there’s also the fate hidden in the unknown. A person’s fate isn’t limited to your twenties. Even if you meet the right person in your forties or fifties or sixties, that’s still possible. I will only choose what’s truly right for me. So no matter how late, I will spend time building myself and shaping the promising feelings in my life.

Until then, no matter how many people you meet or how many entanglements you have—no matter how you’ve been framed or harmed—no matter what—don’t give up the pursuit of beautiful emotions.

There’s always someone in this world who makes you look up in surprise. There’s always someone who understands you when you’re sad. There’s always someone who truly loves you and cares about you. That’s the realization I’ve gained growing up. Don’t, because of someone who hurt you and made you sad, simply strike it all down. But the other way around is also true: if they’re not a good person, you absolutely must not settle. Cut your losses in time.

At least in these past few years, I’ve been successful in my emotional life. I haven’t married. I know it’s not the right time yet.

In the end, I sincerely wish your family life will be happy and fulfilling. Truly, because I don’t hold any resentment toward you. My only request is to cut ties with me completely and cleanly. In my life, what I keep will only be love and care for me. Wishing you well.

Finally having your wish come true—I've always known you can see things, so I've kept posting here. Now, between you and me, everything is completely settled. From now on, I won't mention you again. The current name signature can only be changed after seven days. It's not that I won't change it; when the time comes and it's allowed, I'll change it back to what it was before.

You and I have known each other for only a month. There have only been a few hundred yuan in economic exchanges. I still haven't received the money. After we split and argued over a few hundred yuan, we already agreed to settle everything. I'll donate the money to Tencent Public Welfare. As for emotions—what it is like, you know best. If it isn't something you should have, and you didn't give what you were supposed to, you don't deserve the level of emotion you demand. You weren't sincere, yet you required me to be sincere to you. That's pure daydreaming.

Why must you disappear from my world? Because this is a stain on everyone's life. If you have a daughter, would you want her to encounter a man in his forties or fifties who doesn’t spend money on her—just buys her a bit to eat, pua’s her, tries to control her, and then still thinks he loves her? He describes it with things like good food and good drinks for her. Then when he finds out she doesn’t fawn over him, doesn’t flatter him, he gets furious and demands that every single thing he gave be taken back—down to even an exact cup of milk tea.

You know: the world is vast and full of all kinds of things. Such people and such matters do exist. But it's really unfortunate that this happened to a woman. We won’t talk about love or not. In the end, to be precisely calculated down to a cup of milk tea by a man—this, for a woman, is a stain on her life. I think it's about as good as it gets that in my lifetime I can encounter someone like you. And on top of that, he's a man who claims he has assets worth tens of millions. If, at the very least, you had said your monthly salary is only three or four thousand, and you have a wife and kids—then I wouldn’t have taken your 500-yuan snacks. At the very least, I would know that a significant part of your income is included in that.

You kept saying you have assets worth tens of millions—that you're a big deal among the people I know. Yet in a single month, you’re so stingy about spending on me, and you want too much. After we argued and broke up, you even counted every single snack expense. This is the demeanor of an old man with assets worth tens of millions.

I don’t want someone like this to appear in my life. It’s an abstract plot. I don’t want a man like this to cross my path in my life. When happy moments make me think back to the past—how a man treated me like that—it easily makes me lose the ability to tell the difference between emotion and sentiment. Emotion has the highest status; it’s never those insincere performances.

I've been playing online for years. Honestly, if it weren’t for how disgusting what you did is, I wouldn’t have exposed it, because I’m embarrassed too. After all, I got disgusted by a man in his forties or fifties. You let him soothe you and act nice, and then afterward he even took back the milk tea and the Kinder Surprise candy. Don’t I have any dignity?

Even a fifty-year-old aunt wouldn’t run into someone like you for real. A divorced-and-remarried woman with a kid wouldn’t either—people like that don’t come across someone who wants to take the food back. You’re a once-in-a-lifetime case. Otherwise, how could I have thought of you these past few days and felt like my whole life has been subjected to tremendous humiliation? I thought if I ever encountered something like you, I would just be stuck with it—but you and I are done. My snacks have been settled, and I donated the money to Tencent Charity. I never want to see you again. I didn’t expect you to be unwilling to let go. I’m really speechless.

Now when I open my phone and see that you’re still standing there, I get nauseous. For real. You probably think you’re very happy, like you succeeded in making me feel sick. Do you understand that you’re going to be something I post about for a long time? You and I have a month’s worth of chat logs—we’ll post them slowly, one by one. Don’t think that making me feel sick is your success. Getting cursed by me for a year is my success.

You still have one last chance: completely cut all ties with me. Don’t play those half-in, half-out little games. Otherwise I really will post about you for a long time—until I get bored of cursing you. Then you can say it’s over when I’m tired of it.

After the old guy realized that using money couldn’t hold me hostage, he stopped calling. He went quiet and mumbled that he was going offline. In reality, he didn’t want to cut ties cleanly—he just wanted to stay in my list. That old guy has a family and kids himself. He even plays around with the “little wife” routine and the whole “check a man for cheating” scheme. He used an alt account to lurk around me. Look at that—how adorable. He’s in his forties or fifties, wife and kids already taken care of, with elders to support and a child to raise, yet he still used a new account to test my loyalty.

The old guy originally wanted to use me to hold me hostage, trying to get me to bind myself to him in a relationship of unwavering devotion. He even said a bunch of lines that actors are supposed to say—his persona was the “emotionally devoted old guy,” and I was the “bad woman who betrayed his true feelings.” The old guy is in his forties or fifties; he felt he fell in love with me, and then I was fickle—so he turned resentful. He was so angry he couldn’t even control himself. I honestly just laughed. What a great performance.

Do you have love? Do you have feelings? With a deeply devoted persona like that, do you find it disgusting to act that way? He talks like he has assets in the tens of millions, but all he did was coax me with milk tea. He didn’t give me a single bit of money. Really—he spent nothing; all the money went to food I bought. Five hundred yuan, over a hundred on milk tea, and four hundred for snacks—specified items too. There was even one time he insisted I buy those Kinder “Fun Eggs” (the ones with surprises). I didn’t want to eat them. I wanted to save the money. I’m also someone who saves—like I didn’t want to buy milk tea, and I also didn’t want to buy the Kinder Fun Eggs. But he took it back from me using that as an excuse. I’ve got the chat records on my side. You guys have no idea how absurd this so-called old guy with “assets in the tens of millions” really is.

Once the food’s gone, there’s nothing left—only the empty boxes. The old guy was furious. He knew once it’s eaten, you can’t take it back. The milk tea and Kinder Fun Eggs that I didn’t even舍得 to drink/eat—he wanted to take them. Probably to give to his kids. Maybe he finally came to his senses: his kid still hadn’t eaten those Kinder Fun Eggs. Because of him, I’ll hate Kinder Fun Eggs for the rest of my life. What crappy eggs. Are they something I wanted to eat? You forced me to buy them. I only comforted him, and only then did he say you don’t need to buy it anymore. I finally made a bit of money. And then it all got taken away just because I didn’t舍得 eat it.

You old creep, this is my final warning. By midnight tonight, I need to check whether you deleted my accounts—both of them. If you haven’t, after midnight I’ll send the chat records between us. I don’t allow you to stay so disgusting in my life. You’re married and have kids—why don’t you know how to behave and act like a decent person? You still choose to cheat. You and I originally only had a淡淡的金钱交易 relationship, and that was it. You cheated physically and then you said you’re a man, you can’t control yourself. Even your mind has to cheat too—double the betrayal.

The most laughable part of “emotional cheating” is that you’re married with kids, yet you still insist you have feelings for me and that you’ve put so much time, effort, and care into me—what care, what love. Do you know what kind of wicked things he did? Do you know how disgusting he is?

We’ve known each other for a while. Every day he acts like he’s some sort of teacher, always showing off his achievements—then it’s “trading crypto,” “financial freedom,” and how comfortable his life is. And then the next sentence is always: “Look at this, look at that.” It’s so obvious he just wants my money. He pretends to be a teacher to “guide” me so he doesn’t have to spend. Nothing he did ever made money for me. Every day he’d just use more or less a dozen bucks’ worth of milk tea to coax me to be his dog for a day. If I was happy, he’d pressure me to buy things I didn’t even like. If we’d end up breaking up over it, he’d make me give the food back to him. I told him, “I’ll send you the snack container.” He got so mad and flustered.

Sorry, but the strangest part is that even the milk tea he gave me, he also asked me to get it back. Seriously—he asked for the milk tea back too. I have the chat records. He said the snacks couldn’t be returned because they were bought, the snack box wasn’t worth anything, and he thought I probably didn’t want to spend my money to buy milk tea, so he wanted the milk tea back.

Why would you treat me like this? When I confront him, he says it’s because love turns into hate. He thinks he’s in his forties or fifties, his “springtime” has arrived, and he thinks he’s still got it. But I left him. That made him feel like I shattered his dream. He felt deeply humiliated. He looked back and apparently besides the five hundred he spent in a single month, there wasn’t really anything he could show. He said he’d give me money. I said, “Bring out the bill. We’ll calculate it line by line.” He got furious again. He originally planned to use five hundred yuan to pressure me, thinking I’d apologize for that money—but he failed. He couldn’t control me with the money. He also didn’t want to cut ties completely; he still wanted some lingering connection. After he donated the money to Tencent Public Welfare, the arrogant attitude of demanding money from me disappeared.

Is that old guy who’s full of crap still pretending to be dead on your grandma’s list? You said something about me in the middle of the night yesterday—are you deaf? All day you just sit there pretending to be dead to fool who? Acting like you’re hard at labor right there.

Disgusting and annoying old men—at your age you’re disgusting to the point of it. Every time my mood isn’t good, I curse you so you get disgusted. Do you really think women are easy to bully? You cheated—why don’t you ask yourself? At your age, with a body that’s already in the “four or five decades” range and half of you practically in the ground, you still go looking for women. Did you forget your wife and kids? So you’re the modern-day Chen Shimei, huh? Your wife gave birth and raised children, yet at this age you’re still acting like you haven’t outgrown it, pining after romance?

In the afternoon I’m checking the list—if you’re still there acting like you’re giving birth to a child, I’ll keep talking about you!

I’m going out to play tomorrow. For now, I’ll spare you in the morning and afternoon. In the evening, when I get back, I’ll check that this old thing of yours is still stuck on my account, standing there like an idiot pretending not to understand—don’t say a thing. In the evening, I’ll open a different place for you to let you and me have a one-month filthy little history of us cheating on each other. I’ll record every day how you betray me. I’ve never seen such shameless trash. People have told you over and over—begging and pleading, pretending you can’t hear with your ears shut. If you don’t cut ties clean with me, I’m going to find you sickening—then none of us will be allowed to be at peace.

Didn’t I tell you? You’re as stinking as those American black weapons—so disgusting that the smell makes me nauseous from far away. And you linger around all day, not leaving, just because you don’t want to get away from me. I originally thought life was kind of boring, but now it’s finally interesting. I feel great for insulting you. I never cursed like this before—do you know why?

Others aren’t guilty of this, brother. They’re not as bad as you; I’ll cuss a few times and feel embarrassed, but you—this old hypocrite who’s over forty, fake and righteous to the core—I just can’t control myself. I’d love to curse you every single day. For a person who’s lived to forty or fifty to reach the level where everyone finds you this detestable… you could say you’ve practiced some kind of “Eighteen Brawling Techniques,” you know? An old geezer at Yue Buqun’s level.

Aren’t you disgusted with yourself, like a piece of dog-skin plaster—so clingy and so revolting? It’s just like those old ladies’ foot-binding cloths: foul and long-winded. Yesterday you said you’d come around after half a day, but today you’re still here with your shameless persistence, staying on someone else’s account. If your skin is that thick, do you really think you’re unbeatable? I’m going to deal with people like you.

We won’t even message you—just change your “personal signature” a few times a day, purely to annoy you. Not just here; starting tomorrow I’ll do it in other places too. When will you come over yourself and say that you’ll disappear from my life forever, and never be stuck on someone else’s account like a clingy snake again? I won’t post anymore. Otherwise, I’ve got message records too—I'll screenshot a few a day and send them one after another. I’ll do it to you for a whole year.

So what, you think that because you’re in your forties or fifties with half your life already in the ground, you can act however you like? You want to try being a piece of dog-skin plaster? You’re already old—learn to accept it. Your “second brother” can’t even get up anymore, yet you spend all day fantasizing about this and that. Be honest and do your job properly—take care of your wife and kids. They’ll thank you.

All day you’ve got flowers and greenery in your head, picking at this and flirting with that. At your age, still shameless and thick-skinned—who even likes you, this kind of person.

If you run into me, you’ve kicked a steel plate. I’ll make it so you have to deal with your cheating, your wild thoughts, your breaking of marital virtue, and your flirting. I’ll expose your hypocrisy and your sham of morality—and make sure your true nature, a beast in human skin, is seen.