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"Have you heard this story? The devil is at the corner of the street, people often say that. They also say that as long as you are sitting on a bench across the street because of anger, distress, sadness and other negative emotions, the devil will Appears. If you are willing to give up something to exchange with it, it can satisfy one of your wishes. "A man came over and smiled and said to me.

"Really?" I smiled dubiously, and the sad expression had calmed down before.

"My name is Jock. You look sad. Are you alright?" Joke said with a smile, as if I were a good friend he hadn't seen in years.

"It's okay, I'm just sitting on this corner. I'm leaving immediately." I said with caution, knowing that it was already dark now. Looking at Jock ’s shabby clothes should be a beggar, maybe the bench I am sitting on is exactly his bed tonight.

"Want to hear my story? Before you leave?" Jok still smiled, but the man was sitting beside me.

I looked at the smile on his face and was scared into horror. I'm afraid he will threaten me next. I said tremblingly, "What is the story of the street devil you just said?"

"Of course it's about trading with demons! You listen to me and tell you slowly." Joke said with a deep smile on his face.

He told the story.

. . .

I remember ten years ago, I came to this corner in frustration. I was eighteen that year, and there was only the last sixty-three dollars left in Wuyiwuyi's body. I sit in this place, if you remember correctly, it is where you are sitting now. The demon appeared.

The proud devil said to me: "Will you give up one thing and get another?"

Of course, the devil also said a lot, but I ca n’t remember it. This is not because of my poor memory, but because I am not interested in other people's stories.

At that time I was thirsty and hungry, and I was very scared when I saw the proud devil. Cowardly said: "I want to spend the money, what exchange do you want me to exchange?"

The devil said proudly: "Just exchange it with your smile, and you can no longer laugh because you are happy in exchange for money that you don't want to spend! How?

"I agree, what's the use of laughing? Laughing doesn't make me full. I agree to exchange!" I said decisively at the time.

. . .

"Aren't you smiling very happy now?" I asked Jock doubtfully.

"No one has told you, is it rude to interrupt someone else's story?" Jok still smiled as if he were not teaching me. Instead, it also has a taste of comfort.

"Sorry!" I quickly apologized.

. . .

I happily left the street corner, and I got a pocket from the demon. It's full of gold coins that I can't finish, but I can't laugh. of course! I was very excited and happy.

I started to eat and drink in the most luxurious restaurants with my pockets, and lived in the most luxurious hotels. Splurge everything I can splurge on, because I know that the gold coins in my pocket can't be used up at all. Of course, my friends are more and more. They followed me every day and I said I was the owner of mining. A pile of gold was dug, and there was money that could not be spent. But because his face was injured in an adventure, he couldn't laugh happily.

Everyone soon started calling me Joe boss. I eat, drink and gamble in a luxury hotel every day. As long as someone plays with me, I will give them gold coins. Lots of gold coins.

Time passed quickly until that day, I drank too much and went to the toilet. My friend was holding a cigarette and the conversation of the lady at the toilet door was all heard by me. He said, "That fool with a paralyzed face is really hard to deal with." The lady actually agreed with a smile and said: "Yeah, he has a face all the time. Every time he pleases him, he doesn't know whether he is happy or not, which makes me sick."

I have been paying attention since that day, and I found every friend around me scolding me in the back. But I actually gave them so many gold coins every day.

I tried to grin and smile, but I couldn't do it. I swear angrily that I won't give any gold coins to my friends anymore, and they don't want to get another penny from me.

In this way, my friends are fewer and fewer, fewer and fewer. Until I came back to this street corner in distress again.

The devil still looked at me so proudly, I felt it was a shame. But I can only ask it to give me a smile, and I can exchange anything.

The demon repeated proudly the conversation I had with him at that time: "I agree, what's the use of laughter? Laughing can't make me full. I agree to exchange!"

Of course, I am complacent, and I can only pray.

The demon looked at me and said, "I can give you a smile, but the condition is to exchange. That is to say, you can get a smile back, but you can't do without this street corner, and take on the devil's job to continue to exchange with others."

The proud devil is free. That's right, it's free. And I have to smile again.

This is my story.

. . .

I was surprised to see Joke unable to say a word.

"Say boy, what do you want?" Jock said with a smile, and smiled weirdly.

"Me? I want people I like to like me too!" I said aloud.

"So this time in exchange for crying, not crying, in exchange for love? How?"

"I agree, crying will only make me weak. The weak have no love, only sympathy." I subconsciously blurted out without any hesitation.

"Hope you won't be disappointed?" Jock smiled excitedly, making me feel unnatural.

I came out of the street corner and took a lipstick in my hand.

The price is never crying again.

I exchanged a lipstick with my cry and gave it to my favorite person.

This lipstick works very well.

We got married and had a happy life, but things seemed different from what I thought.

I work hard, but the salary I get can't satisfy my lover.

And my children don't look like me.

Whenever she cried in my ear and said that the money I made was not enough to support my family, I was always expressionless.

Because I won't cry at all.

And she always cried and said that I was a cold and emotionless monster.

And I also found out.

She would frantically wink at every man she saw, and give hints.

There are more men who have slept with her than I thought.

Later I learned that what the devil exchanged for my crying was not to make my lover fall in love with my lipstick.

It's a slutty lipstick.

I returned to the corner with the lost again, sitting on the bench.

I think I can switch back to my crying with one.

Because this is so uncomfortable, I really want to cry.

Jock laughed and mocked me with the words when I came, as if he described the proud devil who mocked him.

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