1.

"Have you heard the story? The devil is at the corner. What do people say? They also say that whenever anger, distress, sadness, and other negative emotions pass through a street corner and sit on a bench, the devil appears. If you are willing to give up something in exchange for it, it can satisfy a wish, "a man came to me with a smile."

Really? "I smiled incredulously, my sad expression receding."

My name is Jock. I look sad. How are you? @ Jock smiled as if I were a friend he hadn't seen in years.

It's all right. I'm just sitting on this corner. Leave at once,” I said, on guard, knowing it was dark. Jock's shabby clothes must have been a beggar. Maybe the bench I'm sitting on is his bunk for tonight.

"Want to hear my story? Before leaving?” Jock, with his same smile, sat down beside me.

I looked at the smile on his face and was horrified. I'm afraid he'll threaten me next. I trembled and said, "What is the story?"

"Of course it's about dealing with the devil! Listen to me slowly, "Jock said with a deep smile.

He was telling a story.

(II)

I remember ten years ago, I came to this corner depressed, that year I 18. Sitting here, penniless. If you remember correctly, you are sitting where you are. Demon it appeared arrogant and said to me: "willing to give up one thing to get another thing?"

Of course the devil also said a lot of words, but I have forgotten. Not because I have a poor memory, but because I am not interested in other people's stories.

At that time I was hungry and thirsty, and I was afraid to see the proud devil. Cowardly said: "I want to spend money, what do I exchange?"

Demon arrogant said: "with the smile in exchange, can no longer be happy and laugh for flowers do not play money!" How was it? "

"I agree. What's the use of laughing? Laughter doesn't make me full. I agreed to exchange, "I said decisively.

(III)

Aren't you happy now? @ I asked Jock, puzzled.

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No one should have told me how rude it was to interrupt someone else's story? "Jock smiled as if it wasn't a lesson." But also with a sense of comfort.

Sorry! "I apologized quickly."

I left the corner happily. I got a bag from the devil. It was full of gold coins, but I couldn't laugh. Of course! I was overjoyed.

I started eating in the most luxurious restaurants and staying in the most luxurious hotels. Squander what I can squander. Because I know gold coins never run out. Of course I have more and more friends. They followed me every day, I said I was the owner of the mine, dug up the gold has spent money. Can't laugh because an adventurous face was hurt.

Everybody soon called me Joe, too. I eat, drink, and gamble in luxury hotels every day. As long as someone plays with me, I'll give them money. A lot of money.

Time passed quickly until which day. I drank too much to go to the toilet, one day and my friend with cigarettes and the lady in the toilet door conversation I heard the Ministry. He said: "Which facial paralysis fool really difficult to deal with." Miss actually agreed with a smile and said: "Yes, she is honest face every time to please him I feel sick."

From that day on, I began to notice that every friend around me was calling me names. I gave them so much money every day.

I tried to smile, but I couldn't. I vowed angrily that I would not give my friends any more gold, and that they would not take another penny from me.

In this way I have fewer and fewer friends. Until I once again distressed back to this corner.

The devil is still so proud of looking at me, I feel this is a shame. But I can only beg it to give me back a smile in exchange for anything.

The demon proudly repeated when I spoke to him: "I agree. What's the use of laughter?" Laughter doesn't make me full. I agree to exchange! "

Of course, I am embarrassed, can only blindly pray.

The demon looked at me and said, "I can give it back, but only in exchange." That is to say, you can laugh back, but you can't leave this corner and continue to exchange wishes with other people, assuming the devil's work. "

The haughty devil was set free. Yes, it's free. And I'll smile back.

(IV)

I looked at Jock in surprise and couldn't say a word.

Tell me, child, what do you want, "Jock said with a strange smile."

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

"Then this time in exchange for crying, no crying, for love? How was it? "

I agree. Crying makes me weak. The weak have no love, will only be pitied "I subconsciously blurt out without hesitation."

Hope won't be disappointed? "Jock laughed excitedly, unnaturally."

I came out of the corner, took a lipstick and never cried again.

I traded my tears for a lipstick for my favorite person.

(V)

This lipstick works very well.

We got married and had a happy life, but things didn't seem to be what I thought.

I worked so hard that the salary I got couldn't satisfy my lover.

And my kids don't look like me …

Whenever she whispered in my ear that I didn't earn enough to support my family. I am always deadpan.

Because I can't cry.

She always cried and said I was a cold monster.

And I found out.

She would give every man she met a hint of insanity.

She's slept with more men than I thought.

Later, I learned that the devil in exchange for my tears is not to let my lover fall in love with my lipstick.

It's libertine lipstick.

Once again I went back to the corner and sat on that bench. I thought I could trade everything for my crying.

Because this is too uncomfortable, want to cry.