I said, it was cloudy, Xia Shu said, it was not cloudy, but clouds left shadows
Since I was young, I have stubbornly liked certain things, like green tea must be uniform, fast food restaurants must be McDonald's, coffee must be Mocha, and purified water must be Wahaha.
In the past, I never drank Pepsi when Hanru bought it. I only liked the simple taste of Kekou, so when she introduced me to others, she always used the sentence of difficult to serve. An awkward person, persistent and ridiculous, pedantic and helpless.
In fact, the reason for insisting on that is just because I always think that the nobility of people is drilled in the bones, and that kind of elegance will not be obliterated by popular things, just like the British royal family will not lose Bentley and Laurel just because Cadillac is now popular. Sless. People with real taste look for what they want, not trends.
I'm a bit of a marginalized person. In Hanru's words, I'm the kind of person who never follows the mainstream. When the bohemian style becomes popular, I just like the classic style of old Shanghai. style, and then neo-classical became popular, and I started to like blingbling again. Hanru always sighed helplessly and said, I really don¡¯t know whether I should say that I am at the forefront of the trend or should I say that I am so far behind the society
But even Han Ru has to say that I am a particularly easy-going person. When everyone meets me for the first time, they may be arrogant and arrogant, but in fact I am very close to the people. Feiran said that her interest in me originated from the aloofness on my face, she said that I always like to look at those unfamiliar people with indifferent eyes, proud like a thoroughbred horse, she said that my habitual This light inspection will make people feel that there is no difference between the emperor and the beggar in my eyes.
I said, then you always know it¡¯s not right now, I still like the emperor When I said that, I smiled, and the smile lines at the corners of my eyes were rippling. Loneliness, but fear of strangers
I always dream that I stand on a high place and look down, it is a mountain so high that I trample the clouds under my feet, and the clusters of smoke occasionally rise from my ankles Floating, bringing a faint, faint itching, so soft, like the breath of a lover in the ear.
On such an empty land, there is a sunflower blooming. It stretches out its light yellow petals. It is so lonely and fearless under the scorching sun. When the wind blows slightly, it shakes its slender waist, as if staying in the hands of the photographer. a certain moment. The earth is auburn, with a hint of scarlet in the dry areas, like the faces of Tibetan children on the plateau, dried up by the years.
Xia Shu always likes to talk about forever.
I always like to say that things are people and things are not things.
In the dream, I knew it was a dream, because there is no sunflower of any variety that can stand on such a high mountain top and flaunt to the sun, and there is no one who does not feel cold or lack of oxygen standing on such a high place.
I heard someone ask me, have you ever seen a gray sunrise? If we say that the sky and the sea are not blue
We are all like huskies walking in the ice and snow, lost in the overwhelming hexagonal snowflakes, we can only watch the storm that sweeps us and submerge ourselves in this white world
I can't shake it off, it's the frost all over my body and the vicissitudes of time. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com