On February 17, 2012, at 9:07, I arrived in Baojing.
The world is everything that happens. When I thought of this, I looked at Pan Xiao's body in the makeup mirror, as if it was a fairyland.
Pan Xiao was wearing a light white tube top bra, with her long hair combed up, revealing the graceful arc of her neck. The dim light and shadow here further highlighted the beauty of the human body, and the lingering beauty of her fair skin formed a beautiful tone, as if she was
The beauty in Marc Chagall's oil painting. This girl's black eyes are like a thick shadow. When they flicker, they will show the loneliness of the character. In my opinion, there is too much female darkness in her body.
consciousness.
She said to me, in fact, we are the majority, but we have never felt free.
Moreover, I often hear sounds coming from my body.
My whole body, loneliness, will become like a peach tree.
Among the dense bones and bones, beautiful flowers bloom frequently.
And suddenly I remembered some events in the past. Dull or vivid. They seemed to be covered. Walking towards a road that disappeared in the snow. So close. So far. Compared with the previous ones, the last one did not seem more real.
, it didn’t look more fake, it was full of bubbles, it seemed that it had never changed, but had different characteristics. I suddenly felt that my body was a world of things, that is, it was not facing the pointed form.
.Coquettish and clear. Just like we have sought in the uncertain reflections. They are broken but full of false beauty. As if. I saw Li Dai walking towards me, with a little rouge on her clear lips. She was sitting
In front of me, she leaned forward slightly, tapped the knuckles of her right hand on the table, then looked at me and kept looking; finally, she finally smiled at me and said: How are you doing?
I hugged her tightly. Later, I caressed her cheek, the collar of her black silk shirt, and her slender collarbone.
Her skin smelled of perfume and smoke. I put my nose to her ear, I wanted to remember her smell,
Although this is such an uncertain thing. However, I don't want to see you not. I said to this girl.
Maybe. I found that it takes 3 minutes and 18 seconds for me to be in a daze. However,
During these 3 minutes and 18 seconds, I suddenly realized that this was not an illusion of moving forward in a stationary train when crossing adjacent trains. It was chaotic and real.
Besides, I don't like other women to interfere in my life in ordinary ways.
My love for Li Dai may not be anything else, but my choice. Just like when I asked Li Dai later, I said I like you, but I couldn’t tell the specific reason. What about you? You know
Why do you like me? She just said that she wants to look at me forever, forever, and never change suddenly.
I understand that she also wants me to get some kind of limitation from it, which is eternal, shaking, gradually gentle, restrained, and simple. I know that I am denying the self-evident purpose. I pay more attention to life than facts. I say I know
I feel the same way you feel. I believe we will always have this emotion.
How can you be so sure? Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
Because I have never had such simplicity before. I said to Li Dai.
Thank you, Li Ke choked and said, thank you for everything you have done for me.
However, on the night I left, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. Blood-colored corrupt substances.
I saw such a deep desolation in the world. It slowly retreated towards the river deep in my heart. And in the midst of this, I suddenly heard a sound. It was not like a sigh, but an occasional sound that fell when passing by outside the wall.
A fallen leaf on the hair. I wonder if, many years from now, someone will find a trace of worry there. Will they ask who has been here? Unfortunately, I am the only one who can hear it and will always remember it.
And there was also a moment when I seemed to see magic weapons floating down from the opposite wall:
He looked at me, looking at a very striking rose,
He picked it up, but the petals turned pale in his hands; so I:
I will never forget the impression of Mo Wu, with his deep and blue eyes and long flowing hair.
His murderous aura is completely different from other people's. I first experienced his terror in a shabby border town.
At that time, a blizzard suddenly fell, and a girl who was very slender and had her hair trimmed short came to her.
Her expression seemed uncertain, but she said to the leader in the corner, I will come.
I told you those things not to make you feel bad for me. She said, I want you to kill this person on my behalf.
Is the leader the enemy? The girl with picturesque features said: Yes. So, I hope you can understand this original intention.
Mo Wu said, is it because you can't bear to kill him when you see him now? Why must you kill him?
The girl said, I just want him to understand. The biggest mistake in his life is that his soul is too ugly.
It's not his fault. Mo Wu said lightly that many things are beyond one's control, including killing people.
The girl smiled and said: I didn't expect you seemed to know him very well. Mowu also smiled and said: I am also among them. But Mowu leaned down silently and picked up a dry branch on the ground. The leader was suddenly shocked: This is you
His sword? His expression suddenly changed. Mo Wu said: My person has changed, and my sword has also changed.
I saw that Mo Wu's shot was very light, floating, and thin, but the branches were like thunder, passing over the opponent's elbows and shoulder blades. The branches turned into powder were still floating in the wind, but the leader could no longer move.
His face also turned pale.
Mo Wu suddenly pushed forward with his left hand, and the petals of nothingness suddenly emerged, and the imprints glowed with a burst of red, dancing and appearing in the night.
The petals turned into thin blades, moving in vague arcs, rubbing against each other, and floating in the space. The shadow looked particularly dazzling. Then, the heavy flower knife struck at the leader; the leader's sword style was suddenly shattered.
The body also becomes tired;
The leader's last look before his death was that he dropped to the ground. His Long Yuan Sword was black with a faint purple light. His face was shrouded in despair, exhausted and foaming, and he was completely desolate in the winter.
At this time, a hell butterfly suddenly flashed across the window pane.
I think I am often like Mo Wu standing on the spire on the 32nd floor. Due to the bad luck and light, the nearby scenery is a little distorted.
I think this is Zhong Min’s sense of form. Together with it and life, we rely on each other in the vast landscape.
I have long been accustomed to being at such a high place because I can see the white petals falling on the girl's blue pleated clothes.
Their backs are closer to me, but they are like the falling cherry blossoms. But their beauty is forgotten for this reason, and even more, I have no regrets. Or as an appreciator, I stand quietly behind her and just watch quietly.
I smelled her. The smell of her body, because it was light, reminded people of primrose, white wood, and yellow freesia. I went back and forth. And in a rare evening a hundred years later, it seemed that it was always full of fragrance.
The desolation is enough to make me lonely, sad, and confused as before.
Because we are in it, and twilight is its only form; the boy transformed from it is getting closer and closer,
He raised his head and could see the traces of life on the few faces, like silk threads and drums.
He reached out and held her cold fingers. The two of them were slightly sad. She asked gently, why is it me?