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Chapter 6 1. Glass and Network (1)

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    There are glass on all sides, and mirrors on all sides. The noise of the southern city is like a river above the head, echoing in the sky.  This is another kind of vertigo, different from the vertigo on the plateau, this vertigo makes Aha also feel light and floating.

    Crowds pass by in the distance, pass by the street, pass by the subway entrance, pass by the square, the noise is like the sea, fleeting like the wind, wandering like lost.  People rub shoulders with each other in the crowd, gliding on the track of time.  A city is a network, the network in the air, the network on the ground, the invisible network, and the network in their hearts. People living in the city are surrounded by countless networks.

    The wandering Aha, like a bright speck of dust, drifts in the sunlight, looking around in the continuous light.  When she came to the city, it meant that she lost her home, relatives and friends, past, history and memory.  She had to break with the past, and had to forget that she was once a princess from a mysterious nation.

    She left the plateau, the embrace of nature in the mountains, all the days of drizzle, the poetic but melancholy forest city, and came to the real city¡ªa modern metropolis.  Every picture of life here is so fresh, and every scene seems to open its mouth to suck the sunshine. This city is so bright and dazzling!

    Every child who comes to the city is bright dust, and they are scattered in every corner of the city.  If these dust people do not work hard to become bright stars, they will not even be able to retain their tiny luster, and their youth will fade away soon, and maybe they will really become dust, silently.

    Every child who comes to the city has a dream to inflate his chest, add strength to his walking, and lead him to fly.  And their past, only vague memories, like faded old photos, like old movies decades ago, black and white, slow, blurry, far away.  They grow up quickly and forget about yesterday.

    Aha was floating on the street, wandering among the crowd.  She saw a child blowing bubbles, his pink cheeks puffed up, and from the other end of the small plastic tube, strings of bubbles flew out, reflecting the colorful rays of the sun, flying towards the clean blue sky.  Although they all burst quickly in the process of flying into the blue sky, the child was still happy and kept blowing bubbles into the sky.

    Aha was moved by the child's innocent joy.

    The city is mysterious, and even this bubble-blowing city child is mysterious to her. In her opinion, this child is a little man who makes dreams.  She followed him from one street to the next, and he blew beautiful bubbles along the way, and she followed the bubbles, watching them wander in the air and burst as they waited to rise, leaving behind  Under the colorful shadows.

    She followed all the way, arousing the vigilance of the child's mother.  The young mother stopped and glared at her.  Aha didn't realize it, and grinned.  The blooming girl is the pet of the sun, how vivid her smiling face is in the sun!  The mother was probably also infected by her, and she took the child's hand and left in relief.

    Aha was very excited, she also bought a small bottle of soapy water and started blowing bubbles.

    The bubbles are flying, and they are born in clusters, dazzling the eyes of another group of newcomers.  Groups of newly arrived foreign youths gathered in the square. They broke away from the countryside and moved from one city to another, and from one place to another.  The beasts in Xiangshan will naturally look for their own kind. Ahha looked at them and listened to their strange accents. Except for Sichuan dialect, she couldn't understand a word of other dialects.  They were gliding and running just like her, and now they were standing in the bustling street square, looking at the shiny and tall buildings in the distance, feeling a little flustered.  They probably don't know whether they really desire to enter the life of glass and the Internet, rapidly inflate their thin lungs, and breathe the metallic air of the city together with cars and pedestrians.  The city is bright, the sun is too dazzling and strange, while the sunshine in the countryside is bright and powerful, kind and fragrant.

    The youths from other lands looked around blankly. They were waiting, probably waiting for their fellow countrymen to pick them up. Then they went to a small city around this city, got into a factory with bright lights day and night, and willingly let the boss  Drain their youth and blood dry.

    Aha doesn't need to wait for anyone, she has nothing to do with others, no one knows her, no one knows her whereabouts.  She lived in a clean industry guest house, wandering in the sea of ??people every day, seeing countless strange faces.  When I see too many unfamiliar faces, I feel that every face is similar. Anxious or dazed, confident or uneasy are just a few of the countless city symbols, and they are some garbled characters.  Truly, every face is just a face, and every place is just a place.

    Occasionally, she would suddenly see a familiar figure from behind in the crowd¡ª¡ªYan Ru.?, her heart was beating violently, as if a small hammer was beating inside, causing pain in her chest.  She ran over desperately, dodging and running thrillingly in the traffic to catch up with him.  She was so nervous that her voice became hoarse, and she couldn't make a sound, so she went to pull his sleeve. When he turned around, he saw a completely irrelevant and even vulgar face, with a crooked tie on his chin, and a very alert expression.  Drive her back to reality of embarrassment and disappointment.  She was so depressed that she forgot to apologize, but the other party immediately smiled at her like an old acquaintance, and even wanted to turn around and pull her, causing her to run away in fright.

    She has always firmly believed that one day, they will suddenly look back on the street, among the vast crowds, and find each other's faces.  In that moment, run?  Embrace?  cry?  She thought that what would happen at such an instant must be a huge dizziness, the kind of dizziness of the sleepless night on the plateau, as if the city turned into a plateau, and the crowds and buildings turned into distant mountains and forests. They hugged each other in a daze  , sucking the breath of the other party, sliding down from the highest point of the plateau to the plain, and gliding to the seaside with the other party Every day, with such expectations and fantasies, she wandered the streets of the increasingly expansive and hotter city with such expectations and fantasies.

    If it weren't for the fact that the money she had with her was running out, she would wander like this forever.  Walking over here, walking over there, you can see a little girl, girl, girl, wandering around in this city.

    A boy in tight pants and a red cape stood in front of her in the square.  She dodged, but he stubbornly stopped her.  He was good looking, but he had a complicated manly smile on his face.  He handed her a card and said something in English, very fast.  She shook her head blankly, and he grabbed her hand and led her forward.  They ran into a nearby building and got on the elevator again. Immediately after getting out of the elevator, they heard booming music, and someone shouted passwords loudly counting beats.  The boy in the red cloak bowed to her, turned and ran into the elevator.  A dark-skinned woman who looked like a supervisor came forward and pretended to be enthusiastic and shouted: "Ah, another beautiful girl! Congratulations on being discovered by our talent scout!" and pulled her into the hall.  In the hall, some expressionless girls were walking fashion steps. Their postures were awkward and stiff, but they looked at the newcomers with squinting and arrogant eyes.  Another girl suddenly stopped the two of them from arguing for the return fee, and the thin girl was pushed aside rudely by the dark skin.  Almost at the same time, Ahha quickly got rid of his black skin and slipped away.

    She returned to the crowd, walked along the street, walked under the arcade, and looked at those beautiful windows.  Every window is a small face of the city.

    This famous shopping mall called "Fashion Front" occupies three floors of a building.  In the window facing the street on the first floor, there is a plastic model Tingting Yuli, who looks exactly like a real person, no, more beautiful than a real person, so beautiful that she can't blink her eyes.  A slender young boy was changing clothes for the model in a separate window. He skillfully removed its arms and legs, put on the clothes and pants, and hummed a song.  Aha saw the model as a human being, and felt that his behavior had an unbearable horror and cruelty.  To overcome her hallucinations and the pain it caused, she kept staring at him, watching him go through this process, to confirm that it was really just a plastic shell.  The boy's skin is very white, his hands and feet are slender, his fingers are like green onions, like a girl, but his movements and the strength of his movements, as well as his voice, are absolutely masculine.  Ah-ha suddenly thinks of her little brother Bang.  Lingli once told Aha that she was born beautiful because she was put in the greenhouse after birth and grew up with all the flowers.  If her mother had put Bang in the greenhouse to grow, he might have grown into the delicate boy in front of her.

    He looked up at her, deliberately slowed down what he was doing, and talked to her.

    "Your body proportions are very standard!" he said.

    "What's the meaning?"

    "I am the decorator of this mall. Your figure is the same as this model. Also, your head and facial features are small and exquisite. In the true international aesthetic vision, attractive models have small heads."

    "I am a human being, and my head is not as small as you said." Ahal was slightly dissatisfied, but what she said made him and herself laugh.

    "I underestimated you? Do you think Datou is smart?"

    "I don't like it when you say I have a small head."

    "Hey, I said you are beautiful, which international supermodel doesn't have a small face and a small head? I have always suggested to our manager to hire real models, because our brand's clothing is very dynamic and needs to be displayed from different angles."

    Aha's heart moved: "Did the manager agree?"

    "The main reason is that it's hard to find people. Think about it, they have to stand for more than ten hours a day. Models with good conditions all go to performing arts companies and walk on the catwalk. They are all pampered girls, walking on the stage while opening their eyes  It¡¯s like a searchlight, wishing I could catch a big money at a glance.¡±

    Aha's voice was very soft, because she was suppressing the excitement in her heart: "If you really want to invite me, and you think I'm suitable" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)p; Aha's voice was very soft, because she was suppressing the excitement in her heart: "If you really want to invite me, and you think I'm suitable" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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